#my dramatic ass this is so funny to me i had this in my drafts last night after i watched dead poets society

[sideblog-9000]

I genuinely, went through the 5 stages of grief after spoiling some of the House MD ending for myself, for anyone unaware. Don't be worried, just do not click see more

Stage one. Denial. I told myself that there was no way they would actually make Wilson sick, there would be no way they would do that to the fans...but unfortunately life is only pain and suffering

Stage two. Anger. I was pissed that I ended up spoiling it for myself, I was sooo mad that I'd gotten into ANOTHER show where they KILL ONE OF MY FAVORITE CHARACTERS.

Stage three. bargaining. I would look up certain things about the ending to try and make it easier to cope with it, I tried convincing myself that if I could just forget about the spoilers it would all be okay...but my efforts proved futile when I literally couldn't watch the show without feeling like it was pointless.

Stage four. Depression, I was going to give you watching the show all together, I felt like it was completely useless to watch anymore of it, because anything good with be ruined by the knowledge I now have. And that i wouldn't be able to enjoy any scenes with Wilson at all.

But then I had people telling me that it is a good ending, a sad one but a good one. A good ending to the story these characters are apart of, and I realized that it is worth watching, because this is a story after all, it doesn't have to have the perfect ending.

Stage 5. Acceptance

[krizariel]

Oh don't tell me... you are f*cking my ex?!

(crack, not-fic, jaytim with past timsteph) Talking with friends about how a friend - who was into jaytim and was a tim fan before he was even registered in my radar - unintentionally got me into jaytim; but then he moved on pretty much as I came in and now he has to put up with me and my never-ending duck giggling butt emojis. Or how he eloquently put it: "I'm literally like a tragic dramatic irony mythical Greek MC, just a plaything of fate" Anyway, I remembered this vague idea and then this took shape:

No-capes AU in which Tim was never adopted by Bruce, but the rest (including Steph and Jason) were. Jason is very protective of his family, especially his sisters. And yes, Steph is a gremlin and gets in trouble more often than not, but damn it no one messes with his sister.

Tim and Steph started dating during mid-school; Tim tends to be asked out more often than not and he has trouble saying no. Often times he does not feel truly attracted to anyone; but he does not want to be seen as uptight or impolite or worse... questioned. He often accepts his dates until eventually they get bored of him. Steph was a change of pace of him and at some point he genuinely was feeling attraction to her; but maybe not to the extent she deserved. She asked him out and was always the one initiating anything, and he'd often go along with it. She was amazing, full of life, funny and so pretty; Tim didn't know what exactly she saw in him. However, she'd quickly notice his lack of enthusiasm/interest and often they'd fight. Why say yes when you aren't truly into it? They were on and off for a year until they broke things off for real. Jason of course hated Tim's guts; be that way whatever, but making his sister cry and mistreating her was a different story. After breaking up, Tim tried to reach out to Steph later, to try and explain himself better and be honest with her. She deserved that much. Except Jason found him before Tim could reach his sister; punched him hard enough to send him off-balance, grabbed him and pushed him against the wall to make it very clear he should not get near his sister again or else... (and Tim was scared to shit because danger danger but also creepily turned on when Jason grabbed him and raised him off the floor so easily. He needs to consult a therapist as to why Jason threatening turned him on and somehow that started his bi awakening) Eventually Steph and Tim moved on with their lives, continue dating other people, and given that they still have friends they reconnect, reminiscence of the past and talk it out. They also eventually come out and bond over both being bi. Fast forward years later, neither Tim or Jason had seen each other again; but Tim stays in touch with Steph. Tim is a well known editor at a big publisher and Jay is an aspiring book writer. Steph had given Tim her brother's original novel draft and he actually loved it. Steph: So, remember my brother Jason? Tim: Your hot brother who kicked my ass in front of half the school hates my guts? how could I forget. Steph: Yeah! He is the one who wrote this fabulous piece. Think you can help him? Tim *internally trying not to scream because what are the odds*: ...Sure. If he agrees to meet, I have time tomorrow. But you better be there, in case he remembers he told me not to get near you. I fear for my life. Steph: Don't be dramatic, he probably doesn't even remember you.

---- Steph: Sooo... I have a friend who is an editor at X publisher. He read your work and loved it. He actually thinks it has high chances to be published. Jason: Really? Steph: Yeah! Told him we could meet with him tomorrow for coffee and go over the details. Jason: Wait who is this friend? Do I know him? Steph: Well... remember this boyfriend I had back in mid-school... Jason, as he stops what he is doing, turns to Steph and glares: The one I hit and pushed against the wall and told to never get near you ever again? That one? Steph: Yes! Jason: Wait, he got actually near you again? *starts cracking knuckles* Steph: Yes, but not that way! I wouldn't take that human disaster for a ride and I'd pity anyone who'd date him. Plus I'm perfect with Cass, thank you very much. But we made peace long time ago and we've been good friends since. I'm sure he doesn't hold grudges, after all he knows the work is yours and had no trouble! It's been years, we have all grown up and moved on.

Jason: Fine. ---- The meeting was awkward at the beginning (especially due to Jason's perpetual scowl) but Tim is clearly very professional and jumps right into business. They exchange contact information. It's clear Tim genuinely likes Jason's work. He puts a lot of effort in navigating Jason through the process, giving detailed comments/notes and Jason is happy to see someone catching on the little details and talk excitedly about them. May not be much but internally he is preening. They start meeting often for coffee, at first they'd talk more about work rather than chitchat and then their meetings started evolving into less work and more random talk, getting to know each other. Sometimes they don't finish talking about the book because they got too distracted. Tim opens up about his teen years, how he was (and still is) too dumb for relationships. He didn't know better but as he matured he learned to accept himself. Jason realizes Tim wasn't that bad of a guy as he thought; just someone making mistakes, learning and growing.

Tim finds he hasn't enjoyed someone's company in a while. He has dated guys before and has matured enough to be better and accept what he wants. But as years went by he poured himself into work and has been so busy, he doesn't exactly have lasting relationships so he stopped altogether. This time around, he feels like he genuinely is giving his all. He decides that he will see that Jason's book becomes a reality because Jason is talented, he is amazing and deserves this. And then, he will gather the courage and ask him out. Jason is also troubled because he is developing a fat crush on his sister's ex and he did NOT see that coming.

The day Jason's book is finally out, they celebrate and Tim asks Jason out on a date. ----

Later: Steph: SMH I can't believe you! Jason: ... it's your fault

[romanceddawn]

i talk about yandere seto sometimes but in season 0 it is pretty much canon, like he is actively stalking yugi throughout the show and i think its really funny so heres a bunch of evidence of that:

the first time we see it is when he sends that first game master out, he's not only hiding to listen to the duel in the nurses office but its heavily implied that he's been stalking yugi for a little bit before that too

like at the end of the day anzu tells yugi not to go to the arcade and yugi kind of rushes off despite knowing he doesnt have the money, meaning this is a frequent thing he does, but whats more is that he's going specifically that day because someones told him theres a new game being unveiled. when he gets there he cant find it and has to ask about it, which is when we see a disguised kaiba lead him to the back alley to kidnap him (this killed me to watch btw, yugi has no self preservation, but it was cute that kaiba seemed to stutter when talking to him)

but this all means that he was watching yugi long enough to know he always goes to the arcade after school and that yugi wouldnt be able to resist coming, even if he didnt have the money, as long as there was something new to play. it also means he had someone plant the information that thered be a new game OR that kaiba just disguised himself and told yugi this which is what im choosing to believe

of course, then we get to see him actually stalking him in the triplets episode, literally driving by and watching him (which is so funny to think about cuz his driver must be so tired of him lol)

at first i honestly thought he was stalking the triplets but at the end of the episode there is no reveal that he wanted them out of the dueling scene or that he was even worried about them getting the card they wanted at all, he beat them extremely easily. his only reason for doing the duel is because he couldnt stand the thought of someone (that he hadnt sent himself) beating yugi before he could, so i think he was watching yugi, recognized the triplet, and got bothered by them trying to encroach in on his rival

he also apparently records yugi? this recording is just the first game master playing him that he shows to aileen, but who knows how many other times he's recorded him just in case he 'needed' the footage

this moment of him lamenting about being connected by fate is ooc for him and not really stalking but it is very yandere of him so im throwing it in here anyways

and of course i have to add the death t invitation because you know he was watching yugi and his friends that whole day just waiting for the perfect moment to hack into something and invite him as dramatically as possible (however i wont add any of the death t stuff cuz like. we know what happens and how obsessive he is there)

since having this in my drafts, the season 0 movie has been restored and posted to youtube and in it kaiba is technically looking out for rare cards but even then he's managing to get in some time to stalk yugi (also the way his employee says "i know sir" i just know they're so tired of his obsessive ass)

TDLR: yandere seto is canon thank you for your time

[simpsforwomen]

May I request a (Wednesday Addams x fem reader) where reader is from the south and hides her accent, but then one day she gets mad at someone (maybe Tyler or Xavier for hitting on Wednesday), and then let’s loose the thick southern accent and everyone is just like- “who’s this and what happened to reader?!”

Thank you for reading my request and have an amazing day! :]

✧ reply: HELLO ANON! Yes. Just yes. I think this is really funny so I've decided to make it so that both Tyler and Xavier are fighting over Wednesday. I'm not Southern by any means though, so I hope my research helped make this more accurate. I'm sorry this is short. Thank you and enjoy!

❦ 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗧𝗵𝗲...?

✧ warnings: n/a

✧ pairing(s): Wednesday Addams x gn!reader

✧ summary: (request)

✧ word count: 412

✧ a/n: i realize that this one-shot is pretty ass and that i made you guys wait a long time. i've been very busy lately and i know i always say that but it's true, i swear ;-; i'm currently working on my six other drafts as well so i'm going to try and pump at least one of those out by the end of this week. (it's show week for the production i'm in so it's going to be a challenge but i'm trying my best)

☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎

You had just finished eating when you heard a very familiar argument coming from the two boys sitting across from you and your girlfriend.

"I ain't gonna sit here and watch the two of y'all fight over Wednesday!" You said, loud enough for everyone around you to hear.

It was during lunchtime in Jericho, and to be honest, you didn't care about what others thought anymore. You were so tired of them bickering that you just had to say something about it. Besides, you had given them countless signs as to how a certain brunette was clearly taken but it seems as though your words went in one ear and out the other. Just like how it's always been with them.

The customers all turned and frowned at you. Most of them were people from school who'd also come out to dine. Some with an expression of curiosity and some shocked by your sudden accent outburst.

Tyler on the other hand frowned in confusion. "What just happened to your voice...?"

"And since when did you start caring about our weekly Wednesday talk?" Xavier added.

"Since the both of y'all invited me to hang!" You rolled your eyes. "Besides, Wednesday's very much off limits. She's mine. And for your information, I've had this accent for as long as I can remember."

Xavier gasped dramatically. "Clearly she's more into me. Like, come on."

You hadn't told your friends about the two of you being together yet so they obviously didn't believe you.

Even Wednesday was surprised and you couldn't blame her. You never told anyone about how you hid your accent all this time.

"Y/N, why haven't you told me about this?" The brunette asked you curiously. "Is it because you were insecure?"

"No." You responded. "I just didn't wanna stand out. Besides, I didn't wanna tell ya in case that would change your mind 'bout datin' me." You bit your lip and looked down shyly.

Wednesday didn't want to admit it but she secretly found your accent cute. She took your left hand and lowered her head, placing a gentle kiss on your knuckles.

Softening her gaze, she looked back up at you. "I love you just the way you are, cara mia. Don't ever forget that."

And of course as soon she said that, both Tyler and Xavier turned to you in shock.

"Told y'all." Was all you said before shrugging and walking out with Wednesday, hand-in-hand.

[snowyroads]

Hello, I'm about to go on a yapping session about my feelings on different football rpf ships because i'm up and can't sleep! :) grab your popcorn and get ready. I also just want to do this cuz i feel like i haven't given y'all an insight on what goes on in my brain.🧍🏻‍♀️(i started this last night when i was half asleep lol)

joemarr- THIIISSS ONE! okay, clearly this is one of my favorites. (if you couldn't tell from my mass postings about them or amount of fics i have) i feel like a lot of ppl have different opinions on their dynamic and somehow I agree with every single one. i think every since LSU days, Ja'marr has worked on Joe getting out of shell. not to call Joe introverted (because we all know that man could get it) I just think at the beginning with him being new to the team and not knowing where he fitted in, Ja'marr was the one there for him and take him under his wing essentially. THEN, I think Joe did the same thing for Ja'marr when he got drafted to the Bengals. because dude literally told his coach to choose Ja'marr. (some fan behavior right there) and when ppl were starting to doubt Ja'marr's abilities as a WR, Joe was immediately there to back his man up. I also think that little pinky thing they do IS ABSOLUTELY CRAZY. cuz wdym!??? i think i could write a whole essay just about that stupid handshake of theirs. it's something about seeing two grown ass men, join their pinkies together as a sign of 'friendship' and then going on their merry way afterwards like they just didn't interlock their souls together? OH. ALSO, the fact that they don't even call what they have a friendship, they both say relationship when referring to each other. cuz that's totally what normal bros do, yk? GIVE ME A BREAK. WE KNOW WHAT YALL ARE. the clothes buying? the teasing each other? Joe wearing JA’MARR’S JERSEY!? ok im not even done with everything i have to say about them but we'll leave it there for now.

Stefon/Josh- they actually make me want to scream. when i actually first found out about football rpf, they were the first ship i read about and i fell IN LOVE. but i found out about them too late and only got to enjoy two years of them together before the divorce. HAHAHA. (it's actually not even remotely funny) One of the best moments i think i saw between the two of them was when Josh was giving a pre-game speech one time and Stefon was so hyped, he jumped up and helmet bumped Josh's chest. wanna guess what happened next? at the next pre-game speech, Josh put his hand on Stefon's helmet to 'calm' him and stop him from making any unnecessary head bumps. Another moment that was crazy to me was the amount of just touching the two of them would do. like they always had to be connected in some way! AND the hugs after that lions game, the one where Josh literally looked like he couldn't breathe until he got his arms around Stef? WTF. THEY MAKE ME SIIICK. how you go from saying you wanna grow old with someone to giving him a half hug after a game? HUH? i just have to tell myself that they actually text everyday and that the side eye was just for dramatic publicity. Stefon will always be my #1 DIVA! <3.

koc/jj- okay, this one is still kinda new for me BUT it aint hard to tell what's going on with these two. for one, KEVIN IS SO FINE. IDCCC. shit i don't blame you Justin. AND JUSTIN IS JUST SOOO. UGH. he's the definition of babygirl. which is crazy cuz i never thought i would see a WR and go "babygirl?" BUT W JJ I DID. and then i just think Kevin can't help himself when he's around Justin. Always all up on him and in each other's personal space. like damn we get it. we all wanna fuck that old man. and we all think jj deserves to be treated like the princess he is! which makes them perfect for each other. It also just automatically has that tension to it because they are a coach and player relationship, so it gives "we can't get caught" ANYWAYS, ik there is so much more with them too but that's all i can think about right now.

Mike/Tua- ALRIGHT, they don't get the recognition they deserve! and i think that's because they don't have a lot of moments between them but when they do, it's big and they go viral. like the head kiss we got after Tua’s concussion (which i actually hope he thinks about his life before a career in football) and they have that same coach/player dynamic like koc and jj. also, i think Mike McDaniel is too hot for his own good. mhm. especially when he wears those glasses. OMG. anyway, im getting ahead of myself. Tua is literally the sweetest human being ever too and i remember watching hard knocks last season and their relationship and chemistry is just…WOW. (which is also why i can’t wait till this year’s with the Bengals comes out) idk how to explain it.

Brock/Fred- once again, they are both fine AF. ITS INSANE. also, size difference goes crazy. ANYWAYS. (there’s not a lot on them either so this is more just what i feel about them) Brock being Mr. Irrelevant and being the last pick in the draft, going from sitting on the bench as a 3rd string QB to STARTING is so personal to me. and he was scared as hell having to start so randomly in the season but Fred was there to pick him up when he was down and give him all the confidence he needs! Fred being a vet and teaching Brock how to be confident in himself and his abilities to be the best QB for their team. AND THEN, Brock takes them to not just one but two superbowls!? (ik they didn’t win but still it counts for something) i also just find Brock/Fred to be the definition of golden retriever and black cat energy. Brock’s the golden retriever ofc (have yall seen that clip of him saying “hi mom!” to the camera?? OMFG) Then Fred is the black cat because he’s always so nonchalant to me. like when the camera pans to him on the sideline, dudes got a straight face as they’re winning like 34-10 (ik that hasn’t rly happened this season but we move on) BUT YEAH, yall see the vision right??

okay if you’ve made it this far tysm!! <3 these football men make me crazy. i hope yall enjoyed my yapping session and feel free to ask or share anything!! <33

[distort-opia]

Oh man, it's been so long since you asked for an elaboration with this hilarious art, I'm sorry about the delayed response! This has been in my drafts, half finished, for so long. And the explanation got really long and full of comic panels, so for the health of everyone's dash, I'm putting it under the cut. Hope it's an interesting read!

Alright, as I mentioned in my tags, before The Man Who Laughs, which is Brubaker's retelling of Joker's introduction arc... there was Images by Dennis O'Neill. In it, Joker makes a less dramatic first appearance in the Gotham underworld. He tries to sell an extortion scheme to some gangsters, which Batman promptly shows up to stop; but Joker lies to him that he's got nothing to do with them, and Batman lets him go:

However, Joker's voice sticks with Bruce.

Meanwhile, Joker continues to climb up the Gotham crime ladder with the goal of getting money, with Batman obviously trying to stop him. And the thing is, Joker sees Batman as a pest, an annoyance... At the end of the comic, Bruce disguises himself and manages to fool Joker, and finally places why Joker's voice sounds familiar. And it's really funny to me because Joker is so pissed off, while Bruce is kinda just... having fun with it?

Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight #50

So yeah, Joker's appearance on the scene had nothing to do with Batman as his obsession in this comic, with Bruce underestimating him and antagonizing him in a sort of hilarious way. But this isn't the currently canon Joker first appearance story. That one's Batman: The Man Who Laughs, by Ed Brubaker.

This one goes differently, though it shares a lot of similarities. Joker's a new criminal who emerges with a terrifying lethal gas that makes people laugh themselves to death. However, he's not focused on extortion schemes; his goal is very specifically taking Gotham down. He hates the city. And Bruce does not underestimate Joker, he figures out that this is a new kind of criminal, a kind he hasn't faced before-- and takes him very seriously. And here's Joker barely bothering with Batman, paying him attention as an urban legend at first:

Afterwards, when "Bruce Wayne" becomes one of the targets, Bruce pulls the bonkers move of letting himself get affected by Joker's toxin, so that he'd understand Joker's way of thinking. Though I can't really criticize that, since it is what leads him to understand that Joker's ultimate goal is to poison the Gotham Reservoir, so that he'd kill the whole city. Their final confrontation is also funny to me:

Batman: The Man Who Laughs

Bruce's smile as he fucks up Joker's plan really gets me. Again, Joker's so pissed off and Bruce is all "LMAO. Super dangerous psychopathic criminal, you made it too easy for me!" As if that's not gonna come back to bite him in the ass.

Later comics, however, like to paint Joker as being obsessed with Batman from the very start. The instance which you posted from Joker War, more specifically! Tynion has Bruce flashback to The Man Who Laughs, and say the following:

Batman (2016) #95

This supposedly took place as Bruce was on his way to the Reservoir. But we've seen Joker's reactions to him in the actual comic, and they don't really fit with this; the ending rather suggests that Joker gets obsessed with Batman after Batman saves his life. Chronologically, Dead to Rights immediately takes place after that, in which Joker pretty much says that now is when he's getting interested:

Batman Confidential #22

And then Bruce, in all his obsessive I-need-to-understand-this-freak glory, disguises himself as Matches Malone, gets himself in the same cell as Joker, and tries to needle information out of him. But Joker immediately realizes who he is, and taunts him for it. He also keeps pretty much addressing Batman out his window, knowing that Batman's watching him. By the end of this arc, Joker's expressed more than once that he's chosen Batman as his nemesis; hell, he even saves Batman's life.

After this, Joker's pretty much Bat-obsessed, but Bruce is also clown-obsessed. Batman: Going Sane takes place early in the Bruce's career, within the first year or two. In it, Joker thinks he murdered Batman, and as a consequence... stops being "Joker" and invents a new persona for himself, called Joe Kerr. But what's striking about the comic is how mutual the obsession is:

Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight #67

That's just one example. This way of thinking keeps popping up in Bruce's internal monologue. And all the while, the reader is shown how desperately "Joseph Kerr" is fighting nightmares of his former Joker persona, and of Batman, because the two are so intertwined he knows that the second Batman comes back, Joker will come back. Which is exactly what happens. Even though we're clearly shown that Joker's obsession with Batman is incredibly pervasive, we're also already shown that Joker resents it. That he genuinely wants Batman dead, and that the desire coexists with whatever other feelings he has towards him:

Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight #68

"Let go of me" is such a tragic TKJ callback. The terrified Red Hood asked Batman to stay back, to leave him alone, but Batman doesn't, and Red Hood ends up jumping into the vat. It's no secret that Bruce feels responsible for that, and it undoubtedly connects to Bruce's mutual fixation with Joker so soon after he makes his appearance.

And, well. The fixation continues, but it turns into much more than that, on both of their sides. Joker defines himself by what Batman needs, and the thing is, Batman defines him by that too:

Batman (1940) #682

This is what I meant in my previous tags, when I mentioned that Bruce's self-centredness plays a role in who Joker became. This sequence is all from Bruce's head, it's how he's recounting essential events in his life. He's the one to go "I am sick of these childish pranks" and then connect Joker to it, as well as Joker's constant renewal and recreation of himself.

And Morrison is not even the only one to say with their whole chest that Batman needs Joker. Neil Gaiman said that too when he had Alfred watch Bruce spiral into depression, and then become Joker for the sake of Bruce's mental health-- to give him something to fight, in Whatever Happened to the Caped Crusader.

But I've already gotten so long, so I'll stop here! Essentially, many of Bruce's behaviors towards Joker, and his incredible obsessiveness (that more than one character has remarked on, including Alfred, Tim and Barbara) towards him, influenced who Joker became. Scott Snyder picked up on it and used this beautifully in Death of the Family, in which Joker pretty much spells it out and refuses to let Bruce not confront the reality of it. Joker has become Batman's negative and his shadow, and he knows it-- while Bruce knows it too, but he's doing his utmost to repress the knowledge and refuses to admit it.

I know I keep making jokes about batjokes but Bruce, buddy, what kind of poetic love letter till death do us part soulmates bs speech is this

(Batman 2016 Vol.2 The Joker War )

[lucilleguinevere]

Sweet Mess

⌗ Some thinks he’s stupid, some think he’s smart. Some thinks he’s docile, and some think he’s an animal. But everyone can agree on one thing, he’s a beautiful man. Inside, and out.

𓆩⊹ Lookism x Male Reader fanfiction ⊹𓆪

Chapter 1

.the past.

Trigger Warnings: violence, murder, blood, gore, fighting, child assault, etc (you get the gist of it).

Word Count: 1,929 Words.

Note: A story that has been loitering around in my draft library! Lookism is a fandom I can always re-immerse myself in anytime, because it's both exciting and.. There are too many handsome men (๑•̀д•́๑) Like how??? Why??? Dude, marry me??? So anyway, I have a ton of Lookism fanfictions and I found this little guy again. I had re-edited it one time, and after a brief proofread by yours truly and some change of words, it was ready to go! I really liked the backstory of the Reader character, and I really wanted to keep it, so here it is! I figure I could combine it with my other idea together, and the result will come out clear soon. I'll stop my long ass story and let you all enjoy the first chapter! (It originally had a prologue but I thought it was a bit too dramatic so I didn't post it (￣∇￣))

⊹ “Bold with quotes: Chinese.”

⊹ ‘Italic with single quotes: inner thoughts.’

The wind was chilly, more chilly than usual. The people around walked in thick clothing, while a small boy walked in only thin clothes and shorts. He walked barefoot, homeless and in a daze. He’s used to living alone and surviving in the streets, but this was his first winter without his mother who would always nag him to use thicker clothes, even if they rarely contact each other. He wrapped his arms around his trembling body, huffing a breath before he widened his eyes, a puff of cloud in front of him as he exhaled shaky breaths. Soon enough, white snow came showering on the small town as people admired the snow. Winter had arrived. While the young children played in the snow with glee, the boy could only tremble as he thought of the worse; he had little to no clothes, even if he were to wrap in rugged rags like a taco, the cold would still be able to seep through.

Disappointment flashed in the boy’s gloomy eyes as he watched the snow fall. He sat down on a wooden box as he stared into the sky, he had been hoping it wouldn’t snow, but the gods decided to go against his wish. Why are they so cruel to a victim like him?

“Hey!!” A female voice rang out, alerting the boy as he looked to the streets, where a pretty girl and a handsome boy were standing beside each other, the girl waving her hand his way. “Hey you!! Yes, you!! Come over here!!” The girl called, gaining attention from a few people nearby who looked at her as if she had a screw loose— maybe she does. The boy held a sigh as he got on his feet and walked his way towards the girl, what could she possibly want from him?

As he approached the two, he managed to examine their features better, the girl had dirty blonde hair and black doe eyes, her lips curved into a sweet, mischievous smile. Looking at the boy beside her, he had a handsome face, black hair and black eyes, a cold expression as his black eyes held affection for the girl beside him. “I like you! You’re pretty! Are you a girl??” She started, bombarding the boy with questions. Pretty? Him? In worn out clothes with a probably dirty face, pretty? His mother used to call him an ugly bastard with a smile, as if it was funny, but he didn’t understand. His face scrunched up in confusion, “..I’m a boy.” The boy finally answered, making the girl freeze as the boy beside him raised an eyebrow.

“Y-You are?!! Whatever, anyway, wanna work for me? My family’s rich and you can—” The girl started her ramble about how her family is a powerful family in China, but the boy couldn’t care less. After he waited and ignored everything she said, with a poker face, he said. “Thank you for the offer, but I’m afraid I don’t meet the requirements to work for your family. Please excuse me.” His immediate response stunned the girl as he walked away, leaving the two alone as he wandered off.

He walked up to one of the food stalls and the smell of food hit his senses, his stomach grumbled in hunger as he passed the stall, a wicked plan forming a shape in his mind as he looked around. With his dirty hands, he sneaked up near one of the stalls and whisked away one of the dangos, hiding it in his clothing as he passed by as if nothing had happened. He kept a calm face as he passed by, walking further and further away out of sight. No one would realize what happened to one, missing dango. As he chomped on it, eating it as fast as he could, he hid away, his mind drifting off to the girl in expensive clothing.

‘She must be the daughter of a noble, so arrogant and spoiled. Does she not know she could get into trouble, shouting out how her family is powerful and rich?’ The boy thought to himself as he finished his dango, a small group of thugs passed by, a dirty and evil grin plastered on their faces as they passed by, not bothering to whisper about their plans and findings. “I heard a small girl shout out about how influential her family is. She’s a pretty one too, did you look at her clothes? That’s some high quality silk over there, I’m sure she isn’t lying. Bet she’d sell for quite a fortune, especially that boy beside her.” The thug spoke to his friend, who lit up his cigarette. His face disinterested as he leaned against the wall. “Guess we can take ‘em, keep yer eyes on ‘em. Strike when they least suspect it.” The other spoke, telling the thug what to do as he nodded. They discussed a bit more before dispersing, unsuspecting of a boy who eavesdropped— no, overheard their conversation. The boy thought of warning the two, but shrugged it off of his mind, it wasn’t his business.

Besides, it was her own fault. No smart or sane person would shout out about their family's position without any bodyguards. Unless that boy beside him is a bodyguard? Who knows, it's none of his business. The boy stood up and sneaked away, looking for people who looked like pushovers to beg for their money. He eventually found some, getting a few yen, and bought himself better clothing. Of course, on discount. When people pity you or underestimate you, you're guaranteed an upper hand. You can save money, and have a bigger winning chance in fighting. After winning a sum of money from betting, he walked through the snow which was building up on the streets, his once barefoot now covered in a pair of cheap shoes. At least he feels more warm now. As he walked around in the uncomfortable clothing, he heard shouting and cries, as well as the clashes of melee weapons. He calmly approached the source of the noises, peeking his head out to see what was happening. It was the two kids he met just moments ago, the girl laying on the snow, tears falling down her eyes as the boy held his ground, his face covered in blood, and so was his spear. The only thugs left were the two who planned it all in the beginning. The boy watched as the thug managed to defeat the boy, getting him on his knees as the girl crawled over to him, cradling him as she glared furiously at the two thugs. "Please!! I'll go with you, so please spare him!" She begged the two thugs, who simply snickered.

"Did you think we're stupid? We may not receive the same education as you, but we're not that stupid. You are coming with us, and this boy is going to go down in the lake." The thug said, his grin greedy and lustful as he eyed the little girl who cried even harder, the boy gripped the little girl's hand as he stood up again, wobbling. Before he could grab his spear, the other thug sighed before kicking him in the stomach harshly, sending him backwards and lying on his back. His breathing became ragged, his chest rising and falling at a fast pace, he tried to catch his breath, but it's obvious he was too injured to even focus on protecting the girl. The thug grabbed the girl by her hair and picked her up, her feet dangling above the ground, his hand gripped around her neck, squeezing it. The boy watched it all happen, but his heart, his morality was screaming to do something because he can. He could do something. The boy sighed as he looked around for a weapon. His eyes landed upon a thin, metal pipe. It's end sharpened.

"You.. Le-t go of h-er this instance!" The boy laying on the ground on his stomach coughed and gasped for breath as he glared daggers at the thug holding the girl, his voice cracked as he growled and snarled at the thugs. He was choking her, his grin twisted devilishly as he did it for entertainment, watching the girl suffocate. The other thug approached the boy, smoking his cigarette, bent down to take a hold of him, but then a sudden blow of pain bloomed in his eye, and the feeling of warm liquid flowed down his cheek. His other eye widened in horror as he realized what happened, "Ah.. AAAHHHHHH!!!!" A metal pipe had pierced his eye, and the boy with dirt smudged on his face pulled the pipe out before raising it up and slamming it down on the thug's head, making him collapse. Whether he was dead or not, the boy did not care. The ravenette looked up in surprise to see the rude boy from earlier to look at the thug he just attacked, his glum eyes flashed with disgust as he approached the other thug who looked at him in interest. "Oh? You killed him? Well, no matter. I won't have to share the loot with anyone else then. So, I bid you my thanks." He grinned, showing off one of his golden teeth, his eyes flashed with a twisted look as he approached the boy, dropping the girl who was gasping for air on the pavement and left her behind.

"I say we fight—" Before he could finish, the boy striked, but this time, he didn't aim for the thug's eyes nor his head. But his balls. He tried stabbing it, but the thug was prepared, "Holy shit! You didn't hesitate—!!" Ignoring his surprised remark, the boy stabbed his leg, making him hold a shout of pain as he dropped to one leg. "You—" Without waiting for the thug to finish, the boy immediately pierced the thug's throat, making him cough out blood from his mouth as the metal pipe went through his thick neck. The boy pulled the metal out, blood matter spewing out everywhere, and even on his new clothes. The boy then threw the pipe away, noticing that the girl went to the black haired boy, looking up at him with fear and slight awe. The boy had the same look in his eyes, added with respect. "...What's your name?" The girl asked, her voice laced with curiosity. The boy kneeled down on one leg, and fished out an antibiotic his mother got him once. "M/n." He answered, looking into the girl's and the boy's eyes. His eyes held curiosity as he blinked, his cheeks splattered with blood.

But even so, he still looked chaotically pretty. "What's yours?" He asked in return as he examined the boy's hand, which were calloused and scratched. "My name is Vivi and he’s my bodyguard, Shaorung." The girl answered, with a small smile adorning her face. Her cheeks dusted with slight pink when M/n reached to touch her snow white skin, the feeling of cold surprising the girl as he put antibiotic on the scratch on her cheek. "So you said something about working under you?" M/n asked, recalling the first time the girl, known as Vivi called for him. His words made the girl's eyes widened, her heart thumping louder in her ears as she stared at the boy in front of her.

It was winter, and in that season, something sweet had bloomed among the red colored snow. It was also the beginning of his story. Of their story and how they meet each other. It was random and absolutely coincidental,

It was fate.

Next Chapter: Chapter Two

[1-800-iluvhockey]

Insta edit of Luke dating Trevor’s younger sister and everyone is freaking out cause they’re finally together?!!!

here ya go!!! <333

tried some new templates for insta edits and idk if I like it yet!!

(this is set like post draft day (august 2021) & into the beginning of freshman year for them aka like september 2022 )

(all pictures are not mine and the storyline is fiction!!)

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y/nzegras - thank you for the tickets @njdevils !! & the invite from @lhughes_06 !!! (he also hates taking pictures with me so this is all I got lol)

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trevorzegras - better be no funny business from either one of you….. but I hope you had fun!! 🤪

jackhughes86 - so this is what dukes did after media day?

↳ lhughes_06 - bro you were with me when they gave me the tickets and I said “y/n always wanted to go to a yankees game. I’m so taking her! let me call her—“

njdevils - glad you two enjoyed it!! 🤩

↳ y/nzegras - seriously a dream come true!! (also thank you for drafting lukey) @njdevils

njdevils - No.4 😎😎 ^^

lhughes_06 - yeah sorry that I hate taking pictures, but the game was fun with you (and the ice cream)

↳ y/nzegras - our ice cream runs >

quinnhughes_ - oooooh a yankees game ⚾️

_alexturcotte - @lhughes_06 you better text me like right. now.

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y/nzegras - alexa play can’t take my eyes off of you by frankie valli <3

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lhughes_06 - I love you baby & if it’s quite alright I need you baby……

↳ y/nzegras - I love you L <33

elblue06 - awe!! you two !!! 🥰🥰

jackhughes86 - OH MY GOD

_alexturcotte - as much as I love the fact Luke fulfilled his dream……. he is going to be killed soon LMAO

jamie.drysdale - oh trev is about to rage!! but you two are very cute 🤠

anaheimducks - lil zegras & lil hughes together!!!

↳ njdevils - I KNOW !!

quinnhughes_ - WHAT LUKE ARE U CRAZY

trevorzegras - YOU ARE BOTH SO DEAD

trevorzegras - PICK UP YOUR PHONES

lhughes_06 - well, it was nice knowing you all👋🏻

↳ y/nzegras - dramatic much, you two?

↳ brendanbrisson - no dramatics about it when you two have been pulling a romeo & juliet this whole time

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lhughes_06 - kiss me hard before you go, summertime sadness……. (I just want to take her back to michigan with me… but I have to leave her in NYC)

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y/nzegras - YOU JUST QUOTED LDR

↳ lhughes_06 - someone may have taught me some things in this past year :-)

jackhughes86 - YEAR ?!

_alexturcotte - YEAR🤨🤨

y/nzegras - yes, year 😃 (can you read?)

↳ lhughes_06 - LOL ^

trevorzegras - I’m so— CMON ARE U KIDDING ME?

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y/nzegras - pretended to go to Umich, hung out with my old (but true) besties & surprised my boy !! (like look at him, my not so little superstar🤩)

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calliemcknight - umich blue and gold suits you!!!! 😋

hadleyjane8 - please don’t go back to school in nyc

blair_kingsley - the brunette to our bleach blonde squad 😌

y/nzegras - I love you guys but I worked my ass off to get into columbia <33

lhughes_06 - MY BEAUTIFUL NYC GIRL <333 thank you for surprising me babes (glad I could score a few goals for you this weekend)

↳ y/nzegras - I love you & I’m so glad that I finally got to see you play ncaa (in person) 🥰

jackhughes86 - forgot you went to columbia and I can’t believe you flew all the way there (by yourself)

trevorzegras - YOU’RE SKIPPING SCHOOL FOR THIS?!

↳ y/nzegras - we are on a fall break T GEEZ….. and yes @jackhughes86 I hated flying alone but I love your brother too much to not fly to him

lhughes_06 - sheeeee looooovesssss meeeeeee❤️❤️

trevorzegras - u r pushing it little hughesy….. hurt my sister and ur dead

↳ jamie.drysdale - oh the dramatics again

brendan.brisson - MADE FOR AA BABY!!

thombordeleau - bestie y/n/n came back to ussssss !!!

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lhughes_06 - my world in human form. <33 forever grateful that she walked into my life!! she surprised me this weekend at my games and I couldn’t be more happier! don’t want to see her go back to columbia, but it’s where she belongs! #mynycgirl

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[koreandragon]

I also saw that tweet with an army saying they won't visit sk during the time bts is enlisted like???? do they realize what they sound like saying this? maybe while they're faves are gone they're finally able to touch some grass and stop treating as if the only thing south korea has to offer is kpop 😭

it's lowkey funny scrolling through the tl and seeing armys tweet about the enlistment as if they're mourning the death of their grandmother and acting like korea's economy will collape without bts or smth (spoiler: it will be just fine!)

and like it's also so jarring to me as someone who back then had to watch my nugu ults enlist without knowing if they'll ever be able to find footing in the kpop industry again (they didn't) meanwhile armys will probably have bts be welcomed by the fucking government or whatever when they're back. like stop being dramatic melissa, enlistment is not the end of everything. not for you at least.

on another note this was in the qrts of that tweet and it absolutely took me out 💀 https://twitter.com/wivesout/status/1581962381915467778?t=i-lbvDADQtPO3Bw7T6ji1w&s=19

literally been scrolling on twitter all day and seeing one insane tweet after the other saying how they're cancelling all their plans and travels to korea and they're not buying anything from there because they must realize what they have done (this is an actual quote from a tweet is saw) and that SK's economy will PLUMMET without bts like i think we have reached new heights of insanity here. i also need armys to realize that hybe was NEVER gonna let them be exempt from duty because the backlash from the korean gp would've not been worth it. i really don't get the anger and outrage because this does not stem from any anti-military or anti-conscription sentiment because then they would care that ordinary korean citizens are also being drafted every day. i'm really tempted to collect tweets i saw today and get my ass beat by armys

[laceymorganwrites]

Sukuna finding out his great grand-grand-grand...daughter is dating Gojo

A/N: this is @miyaniacs idea, I just had to write it and yes this has been in my drafts for months now🤡

Warnings: suggestive, vv suggestive, death threats, swearing, murder

Taglist: @serowotonin  @bokutama

so, first of all, I´ve been thinking it cannot be that Sukuna is the last of his bloodline

the thing is just that his descendants don´t really know about him, well not about him being their ancestor at least

but now that he´s back and honestly kinda bored he searches for them, finding one his great grand...daughters first

she´s a sorcerer too and at first Sukuna didn´t like that fact, after all every sorcerer he knew was beyond annoying and irritating, but so were the curses he knew

so he at least tried to be friendly with her and get to know her a bit

she takes him to a cafe near her apartment and they just talk a bit, he tells her about his past a bit and she tells him about her life 

he actually manages to have a fatherly bond with her

hence why he´s also overprotective af around her

every time a guy stares at her when they´re out, he just snarls at him and when they´re in a space that´s far away from the public eye he will kill him in a painful way

which is why she never told him anything about her dating life

she was pretty proud of herself that she could keep it a secret

well, Satoru of course had to fuck it up

but it wasn´t his fault!

the second she told him that Sukuna was her ancestor he was in shock, then he laughedm then he realized the consequences

he really tried not to tell him since he still was around the school a lot to help the kids

honestly you´re pretty proud of Satoru for keeping the secret

but Sukuna found you two making out in the staff room one night and welp

he wanted to kill Gojo then and there but you jumped in front of him so he wouldn´t hurt him

´how dare you stick your tongue in her throat???´

you proceed to tell him that even though Gojo is an annoying ass sometimes, to which Gojo dramatically gasps, he isn´t as bad as Sukuna thinks he is

he invites him to dinner to intimidate him 

and actually yes, Gojo is quite nervous, but he´s the best at hiding it

´how did you two end up together anyway?´

oh no...you try to stop Gojo but it´s too late

´oh well it was funny actually. we met at a bar and hooked up, I thought it was going to be a one night stand, but she just couldn´t get enough of me, could you? so we fucked for about two months before feelings got involved. But it took another two months for us to confess and then another two weeks to make it official since well, it was a drunk confession. and yeah I guess that´s it´

Sukuna immediately stands up and starts throwing plates at Gojo

´please stop ruining my cutlery´

since then Sukuna always followed you around on dates, being a nuisance really

but in the end he had to get used to it and it doesn´t hurt him as much anymore since he kind of trusts Satoru enough not to hurt her

[givemetherapyimawritingtravesty]

Hi, uhm I had an idea or prompt for a fic: Natalie (or Leo being the token gen-z) reading fanfic to the team that’s about them. I also love your fics and yeah.

Thank you so much!! So I did this fast, but it was so fun and hilarious to write. Hope you like it!

Character belong to the amazing @lumosinlove!

“So! Now that it’s just us adults, I am going to share with y’all some things an old friend sent to me.” Leo announced to the team, who were gathered in the Cubs apartment for a movie night.

“Old friend,” Finn scoffed, “Old as in from middle school? You’re not that old, Nutty. And you’re hardly an adult.”

Everyone laughed at that, Leo trying to speak above them, “Hey, hey, now, be nice or you won’t get to hear. He’s very into, um, writing, and reads a lot, and came across these and had to scar me by sending them to me without context, so I shall do the same to you. But before I start, has anyone ever heard of fanfics?”

“Leo whatever your middle name is Knut!” Natalie gasped. “You didn’t.”

“Oh, I unfortunately did stumble upon, well, Damion did, but yeah. I didn’t get very far. I just thought I’d read a few of the summaries. So y’all are aware.”

“Is this like when someone rewrites the ending of a show or something?” Sirius asked.

“Oh, baby, no.” Remus hid his face in Sirius’ shoulder. “To clarify!” Remus held up a hand, “I haven’t read any, but I don’t live under a rock. This ought to be good. Please, do continue, Knut.”

“The first one he sent me was… let’s see… Ah, yes. The description goes: So apparently the hot guy on the bench has a name, and he’s been banging THE Captain Sirius Black this whole time. So here’s how I imagine that when down. And how he goes down on that hot piece of ass, one Remus Lupin.” Leo barely made it through the last sentence before breaking out into laughter, the team following suit. Remus blushed and again buried his face in Sirius’ shoulder and groaned.

“We do NOT need to discuss how that happened. Like, at all.” Remus mumbled into Sirius’ shirt, who was also blushing.

“Well,” Dumo cut in, “It would be wrong anyway. It all started on a stormy night with a dinner invitation…” Dumo trailed off, waving his hand dramatically. They had all heard the story by now.

Leo cleared his throat. “Moving on! We have, a personal favorite of mine entitled Harvard Times. Summary is: Finn and Logan went to Harvard together and both got drafted to the Lions together. Is it because they’re madly in love after meeting in chemistry class a becoming, cough cough, study partners? A late night in the library gets steamy in between the stacks.”

“Care to, maybe, read a bit of that one to us, Nut? Later?” Finn raised an eyebrow, smirking.

“We didn’t even have chemistry together.” Logan grumbled as the team laughed and wolf whistled at Finn’s antics.

“Uh…” Leo blushed, “Yeah, maybe. I mean, it’s actually not bad, lots of lead up, and-”

“WAIT!” Natalie yelled, silencing the room, “Did you READ that one?”

“I mean… a little? Hey! Their my boyfriends, it was hot! They-”

“We don’t need any more information than that, thanks.” Talker interjected. “Anything else you’d like to share?

“Yeah, and this one I find most funny, because of how random. Here’s my ode to my two favorite Lions, Thomas Walker,” Leo pointedly looked at him, “And Kasey Winter. Water, as I called them, because they are essential to life. Shameless locker room steamy shower smut. Please Enjoy.”

“Whelp, I was fine before this involved me. Sorry to steal your man, Nat.” Thomas laughed it off.

“I am now terrified of what else could be out there.” Kasey said, whipping out his phone.

“Whatcha doin’ there, hun?” Natalie asked.

“Nothing.” He responded, shielding his phone away from her.

“On another note, I think it’s time everyone leaves.” Finn said before the conversation could drift to another topic, staring down at his phone with wide eyes.

“Did you find it?” Logan asked, looking up from his phone to look over at Finn.

“Oh yeah. It does not disappoint.”

“And that’s our cue.” Remus said, standing up.

Everyone started to get up when Kasey announced, “Hold up! There’s so many! Sirius and baby rookie Nut. The goalies. Dumo and Logan?” Kasey made a retching sound. “Alright, I’m done. I regret knowing.”

“Now you, too, can suffer. I definitely chewed Dame out for sending me these.”

“Thank him for me, though.” Finn said. “This gives me so many ideas.” He muttered to himself.

“Bedroom. Now.” Logan stated as he got up and walked off.

As everyone filed out, laughing about how the evening had progressed, Sirius spoke up.

“Remember, morning practice tomorrow so don’t stay up too late reading, yeah?”

“Oh, the time for reading is over, Cap.” Finn smirked and walked to the bedroom.

“Be safe!” Dumo shouted from down the hall. “That goes for everyone.” He pointedly looked at Sirius and Remus.

Remus held his hands up in surrender, “I was just planning a night of reading an actual book.”

“Uh huh.” Dumo headed for the stairs.

“How come no one ever believes me?”

“Maybe because Cap always had that smirk on. And how he’s always undressing you with his eyes.” Kasey pointed out.

Sirius gave an indignant whine as they all headed out and home for the night.

[lovetenya]

𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐢𝐢𝐝𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐜𝐬 (𝟐)

pairing: tenya iida x gn! reader

warnings: a couple of swear words. nobody’s angry or swearing at each other.

word count: 1.5k. i’d count it as a oneshot if it was more organized. :)

author’s note: thank you so much for the love on my work! your reblogs and comments make me so happy!! this one isn’t extremely romantic, but there is some fluffy reassurance. tenya deserves so much more love than he gets.

click on the star to read part one -> ✧

Dating Iida Tenya would ALSO include...

Tenya facetiming you to tell you all about the book he’s reading and to help with homework when you can’t be together 

He’s so passionate about his books! I mean, I hope so, because he has so many of them and I can totally see him thinking reading is a “worthy” hobby because it’s productive and “intellectually challenging”

Tenya: “I can’t believe the main character dies! That very rarely happens in literature! I wonder if the author was trying to say something about...”

If you’re not as much of a reader as he is, please act interested and show him you care what he’s talking about!!! He thrives on genuine interest because he’s familiar with being used for homework answers!! (more on that later)

If you thought his nerd rambles were bad, get ready for literary nerd rambles!!! They’re so much better!! (or worse, if you’re a hater)

He will proofread every single essay you write and read draft after draft and never complain

“Hm... I see where you were trying to go with this point, but your line of reasoning needs work.” 

“Is this claim evidence based? You really shouldn’t make assumptions without studying the bias the researchers may have possessed when gathering the data. It’s really easy to use the same statistics to prove two sides of the same argument and you shouldn’t--”

“Tenya, it’s a worksheet. It’s worth five points.”

“Even so! You should always put forth your best effort!”

He will offer his help, but vehemently insist that he’s not going to just give you the answers. No, you don’t get a break just because you’re his s/o. You’ve still gotta work for your grades.

He’ll make sure you’re the one figuring it out. (He wants you to succeed, duh. What kind of class representative would he be if he enabled academic dishonesty???)(A bad one)

People seem to forget that he tried to kill someone, had a sword driven through his shoulder and never really regained full control over his arm. Also, I’m pretty sure it’s confirmed that Iidas have to rip out their mufflers in order to grow new, stronger ones? That’s so scary? I think we should discuss this more. The man is a badass. He called Midoriya the famous “Mr. House Arrest” and called Bakugo a cretin??? He deserves so much more credit for his sassiness than he gets credit for. Just let him be a bossy legend, alright?

He would snap at you to start focusing when you’re studying together 

Don’t get me wrong, he likes you a whole lot, but he also cannot stand being behind on lessons and is not gonna let someone get between him and his hard earned A+++s

He doesn’t like to be together in the common room because he doesn’t like to be teased about the relationship he’s very proud of but very protective over

You’re both surprised you manage to juggle your hectic lives, but it just makes every moment more special

So you usually end up sneaking into his dorm room while he’s making rounds making sure everyone is safe in their rooms. 

(Okay so, I lied. This is the exception to the rule of ‘you don’t get breaks’. This time, he lets it (you) slide.)

He doesn’t want to be a bad role model for the others and give them any ideas, but he also doesn’t want to be a hypocrite

So if he were to see one of his classmates sneaking into someone’s dorm…. No he didn’t. 

He’s the kind of person that doesn’t care what his classmates do as long as they’re being safe. He’s not interested in the details. 

You often end up cuddled up in his bed under his blankets <3

His laptop sits on his lap and he’d put on a documentary, probably

He would ask you whether you came to talk or to watch the movie if you asked too many questions during it HAHA

“Why are you asking me about this? Haven’t you read chapter 9 in our science textbook? It gives a clear description of--”

“Dude. We’re on chapter four. How and more importantly, WHY are you so far ahead???”

“I was bored and wanted to be productive instead of letting my brain rot from idleness…”

“Oh my god. You’re such a nerd.”

He sticks out his tongue at you and pushes his glasses further up his nose at this blasphemous suggestion.

He’d pick up (or help cook) dinner beforehand so you don’t have to leave the room and risk being discovered!! (Even though literally nobody would snitch, he still doesn’t want to break the rules further than what he’s already guilty of)

I have a feeling he really like classic movies too and when you watch them together he’ll explain how they did all of the stunts or the special effects

He’d know every single word to a movie and would DEFINITELY recite his favorite parts dramatically, while still trying to make as little noise as possible

He’d do god-awful impressions and his silly exaggerated choppy hands to make you laugh

You love that it’s a side of him that nobody else gets to see because he doesn’t have very many opportunities to let loose and be a normal teenage boy

It’s just simple fun and it’s sweet to be there with him and to see him like this, especially when he goes into theatrical mode for his bedroom performances

Again, I’m mentioning the fact that a sword was driven through his shoulder and he allowed the injury to remain untreated because he wanted to have a reminder that he stood for something once. 

He had every opportunity to just have Recovery Girl kiss it better, but he’s too determined to be the best version of himself possible. He won’t forget the battles he fought to bring him to his inevitable victory.

Since his arms never returned to full capacity and he’s still in the beginning stages of recovery, his hand and arm cramp sometimes. He’s not one to complain about his pain, so you might have to pay attention to catch the way he hesitates to grab things sometimes, or how he flinches when he twists his arm the wrong way. 

He would never ask you to give him a massage, but if you did, he would be so grateful for the way your fingers seem to ease the knots of burning muscle. His muscles feel like corded steel underneath your hands, but they’re still extremely sensitive to touch.

He needs those gentle touches to remind him that he isn’t any weaker than anybody else just because he’s in pain. If anything, he’s stronger, because he’s living and succeeding through the pain that nobody else has. He hasn’t succumbed to the pain and he never will.

Everyone gets insecure sometimes, even Tenya Iida.

He needs reassurance sometimes that his classmates respect him and don’t hang out with him as a joke.

He just wants what’s best for them and doesn’t want them to think he’s being a hard ass for no reason or that he bosses them around for the hell of it

One day, you’re studying together and he’s visibly upset. You don’t want to press him though because if he wants to talk about it, he will. He does. 

He starts, “Do you think.. No, nevermind.”

You: “What was that?”

“No. It’s silly, really.”

“Please, Tenya, tell me what’s wrong.”

He sighs, knowing it’s no use holding it in. He hesitates, uncharacteristically nervous. 

He’s usually so sure of himself. This is weird, you think.

He says, “Do you think our classmates like me?”

“Like you? Why wouldn’t they like you?”

“Well, I’m not sure. Do you think they see me as a friend? Or just as their class representative?”

“Of course they see you as a friend, honey. For example.. you and I always hang out with Izuku, Ochaco, and Shoto! We’re all still classmates even if we’re always trying to one-up each other!”

With a raised eyebrow, he asks “You don’t think they just like me because I help them with their homework?”

“No way, Tenya. I’m sure they really like you for you.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Well, they talk about you when you’re not around--”

He blurts, “Really? What do they say?”

“All good things, nothing to worry about at all.” He lets out a breath at this (phew!) You continue, “They talk about how responsible you are--”

“They do not!” He sends a glare, but there isn’t any malice behind his eyes.

“No really! They do! They all admire you so much and they all wish they were as respected as you are!”

“Respected?”

“Yes, Tenya. They respect you.”

“Then why do they make fun of me so much? Just because I’m responsible doesn’t mean I don’t have feelings.”

“I know. They tease you because they’re your friends and it’s funny when you snap back at them. They’re trying to get you to lighten up a little.”

“Oh. They think I’m funny?”

“They sure do.”

“Hm…”

“I promise, honey. Your classmates like you, your friends like you, and everyone likes being around you. You’re more than just “a pleasure to have in class”, you know. And I’m not just saying that because I’m biased.”

“Thank you, my love. That made me feel a lot better.”

“Oh, good. Can I hug you now?”

“Yes, please.”

He pulls you into a hug and you both hum, content in each other’s warm embrace. You can’t help but softly smile.

thank you for reading! love, TJ ✮

link to my masterlist

[allpromarlo]

Ocs 👁👁 ? I would like to Hear them

OOOOOOOOOHHHHH BABY BUCKLE UP THIS BOUTTA BE A L O N G ONE

i'm only gonna get into the nba ocs that i have and not the like 27 other ones because issa BIG ass universe and i don't have the time nor space to talk about all of them in detail LMAO

the first one that i had was youngjae park (i created him during my kpop phase and i've gotten so used to the name that i'm not even gonna change it no more) who i had as a 7'1" athletic tANK on the blazers. kinda like nurk just a lot better and with a VERY weird homoerotic friendship with dame but that's beside the point LOL. he's the dude who went into isolation for four months and came back as super saiyan god mode korean jesus and averaged a quintuple double (dont question it.) and swept every award he was eligible for. he was drafted 16th overall in 2014 (at the age of 16 oops) by the blazers, won roty in 2015, dpoy in 2016 (my apologies kawhi) then had a terrible season in 2017 because of injures, still made the wcf with a mediocre blazers squad and missed the finals because of ONE (1) failed block on steph . then everybody was like TRADE THIS BUM I WANT HIM OFF MY TEAM but it was all sadeness when he went missing smh (hid in a small town in korea for dramatic effect because he's all about that camp shit) came back in 2018 opening night against the bulls (who dIDNT TRADE DROSE IN THIS UNIVERSE FAWK YALL) and from then on it was AAAAALLL downwards for the rest of the league. 2018 and 2019 were seasons in HELL for the warriors especially 2018 because he 112 pieced them on christmas in their own arena. threepeatdled with the blazers, got injured AGAIN in 2021 but dw he's coming for that revenge season in 2022. on his personality i'd say he walks the line between annoying and funny and does it in an exceptionally bisexual way because i said so . also he's very dramatic and probably mentally ill because a normal functioning person doesn't hibernate for almost half a damn year and then come back as a god

second one was actually youngjae's lil brother hyunjae (korean names are hard and there wasn't any other options man don't come for me) who is a whole foot shorter than his bro and plays as starting point on the spurs. he's a lot like ai in his play style but has a 3 pt shot that could beat stephs ass and was mvp in 2021. i also sacrificed giannis' championship season for him (oops sorry bout that) so him and the rest of the spurs (including keldon for better judgement) could be champions and san antonio has a legacy outside of tim duncan. ANYWAYS he doesn't have a dramatic ass backstory like youngjae but he did have a maniacal growth spurt in like two years (5'0 -> 6'1) and went from missing the playoffs without even making the play in to being a fourth seed champion in the league. he's a lot calmer and lowkey than his brother (because that bitch is BRASH but alas) and big men like pushing him around until they get the shit beaten outta them by cole grant (he's up soon). all in all he's very nice and also kinda annoying to the point that giannis intentionally pushed him in the finals lol but he has a good heart. 10/10 would recommend

next i have *checks notes* uuuuhhhh everett curtis (...) who's a 7'4" kinda lanky power forward that played in the 2000s. i always thought ai could've come further than he did if he had one other piece and everett is EXACTLY that piece except rett was actually drafted a year before ai did, 3rd overall in 1995. his career went pretty much normal, won an mvp in 00 (fuck u shaq) and a chip in 01 but after that was stuck on a somehwat mediocre sixers team outside of ai cause you know i had to do it to em. there was a whole lotta drama in the 2007 off season about him or ai potentially getting traded (kinda like the ben simmons shiii right now but more weighted) but in the end it resolved in a whole lotta nothing and rett actually re-entered his prime (?) in 2008 and won the chip with ai & melo on the team (melo has a whole autogenerated 2k career in this au but i don't have the time nor energy to get into that) anyways yeah rett eventually retired in 2015 after 20 years of the sixers (two years before ben simmons was drafted hooo lord he said i'ma save myself) and at age 39 and rn he's just kinda existing not doing a lot but he did write a book where he DOESN'T put his best teammate down relentlessly (feel yaself called scottie). as for his personality he's very laid back & calm and him and ai had a very...special bond, you may interpret that however you want LMFAO. overall a very chill dood and i wish him no harm even though i'll probably have to do it to him sorry bro

AAAAAAAAAND LAST UP the newest addition to the squad, cole grant. he was actually based off of this one dude my brother made in 2k (because his own character in mycareer was overpowered as FUCK and he wanted to make a realistic person) who was a 7'2" center with a giannis ass build who can't shoot a 3 for his life (that's what we have hyunjae for) and i put him on the spurs because hyunjae needs a friend. my dude was drafted into the nba at 23 in 2020 after a row of events that include him serving in the army because he didn't wanna pay for college but then realizing oh hell nah this ain't it and leaving. alas he's jacked as fuck now and has knocked a couple players out already (including jokic TWICE because he thought he could do sumn against his favorite little gremlin boy hyunjae) but when they leave his friends and him alone he's pretty chill. he's still underdeveloped because i just made him up like five days ago so if you want i can give more information on him later when i've developed him a lil further LOL. hwat i do know doe is that he and hyunjae have this typical "energetic small dude who's ready to fuck everything up" and "usually laid back big dude who can and will rock your shit if you hurt his friend" typa dynamic. is very funny 2 me indeed

sooooOOO that was it. that's the nba ocs that i have . again it's not all of my ocs because issa lOT of people but like i also have wnba, f1 and music ocs (the musicians root FAR back and are the start - the foundation of this entire universe of madness and unicorns) and i also altered reality to fit my agenda because reality can be whatever i want and it's GOING to be whatever i want

also thanks for asking me about them so now i can post about them on here because i've been Waiting to do that for a long time ily

[sinkix]

~ Haikyuu!! Boys baking with reader - Ft. Ushijima, Tendou, Oikawa, Hinata & Nishinoya ~

YO! SO UHHHH... I’M BACK??? I GUESS?? MAYBE??? After a little break I had this in my drafts for a while and realllyyy wanted to complete it since it’s such a cute concept. Honestly at this point my posting frequencies are so sporadic and random pls forgive me lmao.

@deathcab4daddy​ gave me the inspo to include Ushi and it was so funny coming up with ideas for him, he is no.1 country boi chef 

Dude I’m listening to the Mario Kart soundtrack ‘Coconut Mall’ while I continue writing this someone save me. Like u think I’m joking. UR WRONG.

Ushijima:

The most straightforward yet idiotic baker you will ever come across.

Before you even THINK about performing step 1, he will read the entire fucking leaflet like it’s a Shakesperean monologue.

INGREDIENTS INCLUDED.

LIKE SIS I DIDN’T NEED TO KNOW IT CONTAINS  MONOCALCIUM PHOSPHATE THANK YOU.

I’m surprised he doesn’t count every single particle in the brownie mix.

You bought him a frilly cupcake-printed apron stating ‘best wife’ not expecting him to actually wear it

But since he’s secretly a big softie and treasures anything you buy he wears it proudly.

His stoic and dignified disposition is a comical contrast to the words printed on the front lmao.

Ushi best wifey bro.

The tight fit of the apron is pretty hot since it outlines every ridge of his pecs and tightly toned torso.

Gotta resist groping your mans while stirring the brownie batter.

tbh he’s more likely to grope you, he can’t resist that a$$.

And let’s face it he’s def an ass/thigh kinda guy.

Can and will try to casually initiate some form of unholy activities by lifting you up onto the kitchen counter, goading you to slowly lick the spoon and locking gazes before pulling you in for a deep, open-mouthed kiss to get a taste of the incomplete creation himself.

Ushi’s lips and brownie batter are a knock-out combo js.

Literally has the most serious face when he’s cracking the eggs into the bowl

The amount of concentration is equivalent to that of when he’s performing a serve at match-point.

HAS to set the temperature to the EXACT degree stated on the box

Everything is done by the book if you do one thing out of place he will pull you up on it lol.

“(Y/N) you were supposed to stir it for 5 minutes, not 7.”

When its done you feed him some and he can’t help but smile its so ADORBALE AHHH.

You end up eating most of it since Ushi doesn’t strike me as much of a chocolate/junk food lover.

STILL A VERY FUN BUT F R U S T R A T I N G EXPERIENCE.

Tendou:

The complete opposite of Ushi

Does everything wrong and the unconventional way.

Absolute disaster but doesn’t even sweat it since Tendou basically thrives in chaos and the disorderly.

To him instructions are purely equivocal, will read them for five seconds then toss them away.

Step aside Gordon Ramsey, Chef Tendou is here.

Despite doing everything the unorthodox way it still comes out amazing.

Like??? how???

Will cheekily place a dollop batter on your nose then lick it off fh3jkeffefds

Or if he’s feelin’ a lil freaky, he’ll swipe it off with his long ass finger and make you suck it clean, smirking at your submission as you coat his finger with your saliva.

oop-

Constantly cracking jokes and shitty food puns, pretending to drop the bowl to make you go into preemptive cardiac arrest before you can swat him with the spatula.

While you’re waiting for the timer to ping, Satori being the schemer he is will use this as an opportunity to pull some fuckery and tease you in any way he can.

u better be praying like bodhisattva TanaNoya rn because he is MERCILESS.

Suggestive comments, the brush of his fingers against your thigh, it’ll leave you A C H I N G in frustration by the end of it.

Unholy activities aside, once your baking session is completed you finish it off by feeding PHAT forkfuls of brownie to each other and giggling like dorks when it gets all over your mouth.

The jackass actually got a fingerful and SMEARED it over your cheek and forehead, drawing a little cross and snickering when the crumbs fall onto your nose.

Tendou was smart to draw a cross bc he gonna need jesus with the ATTACK you launch on him after that, which promptly leads to an all out food war in your kitchen that neither of you want to clean up after ward.

Don’t worry though it’s Tendou, he’ll somehow find a way to make such a mundane activity fun.

Nishinoya:

stirs WAY TOO VIOLENTLY

IT’S LIKE AN ELECTRIC WHISK ON OVERDRIVE.

IT WILL SPLATTER OVER THE COUNTER, CUPBOARDS AND EVERYTHING YOU HOLD DEAR WITHIN A 1 MILE RADIUS.

You best believe he will try and eat some of the batter and you have to swat the spoon away from his mouth since he has NO REGARD FOR THE FACT HE COULD GET SALMONELLA.

Plus you know what Noya’s like once he starts eating something the whole thing will be gone in a matter of milliseconds.

He somehow managed to get Baking powder EVERYWHERE and even gave him self a little moustache with it.

The white substance kinda looked like something else but you didn’t really wanna say lmaooo.

could explain why he has so much energy all the time oK ILL STOP-

While you’re putting the mix on the tray he is SO extra and will do fancy lil swirls and over extend his arm like a swan to gracefully spread the batter

until he nearly fucking knocks it over.

During processing time since he is so excitable and impatient you best believe he’s gonna suggest a game of ping pong or something because my guy can well and truly never sit still.

ping pong match with the spatulas, kitchen island and a hard boiled egg.

Pls be careful he will rolling thunder that egg and pimp slap it so hard with the spatula it’ll damn near give you a concussion, not intentionally, but like protect your noggin. Wear a helmet.

For the remaining 5 minutes of baking time y’all just sit like kids in front of the oven and watching it rise like starved hyena’s observing it’s pray before demolishing it into sad particles of cocoa.

And lemme tell u, once the timer pings, that baking tray is free real estate for Noya. Half of your creation will be devoured before you can even put it on a plate and marvel at your handiwork. 

He kicked your ass at spatula ping pong btw I’m sorry sweaty but short kings stay winning.

Oikawa:

Such a dramatic bitch like he got the whole she-bang going on.

Strapped with a pink apron, a whisk at his side and standing proudly with both hands on his hips.He is prepared like a greek gladiator going into battle.

You better believe he gonna make some snarky remarks and tease your method of doing things. 

“Ah-ah-ahhh (Y/N)-chan you’re doing it all wrong, let me show you how a PRO does it.”

Proceeds to drop entire bowl on his foot and yelp like a little girl in pain.

Well and truly embarrassed with himself, you put a band-aid on his toe and he piped down after that.

Shattered big toe and mixing bowl aside, actually a really good baker??

He is a PRO at decorating, y’all decided on cupcakes since its literally his forte to make them look aesthetic and pretty.

You almost don’t wanna eat them from how good they look.

jk almost

You take it in turns breaking bits off and placing pieces into each others mouth with a loud “aaaaaahhh!”

Places a piece in your mouth, leans forward and locks lips with you in a soft, passionate kiss before pulling away and uttering the words “It tastes even better coming from your mouth ;)”

hnnnNNGGGGGGggGg.

You both whine and bicker over who cleans up after.

“You cleaaannnnn!”

“no Toru YOU clean!”

“but I made the cupcakes look pretty :(”

“not as pretty as you <3″

He did the cleaning after that.

Like just stroke his ego with some compliments and he’s whipped with a smug grin on his face for the next 30 minutes.

You decide to save the rest and bring them to his next practise.

Literally on the verge of tears when he sees you beaming and holding the platter of treats, Kiyotani mauls half of them in a matter of seconds to which Oiks gets salty over LMAO.

Hinata:

So excited oh my god he’s so precious please protect him I will CRY-

Has a little sunflower apron on and JBJKNDDDKDW IM SMILING JUST IMAGINING HIM FIDGETING IN EXCITEMENT OVER THE THOUGHT OF BAKING COOKIES.

Yes you decided on cookies bc he goes rabid for some choc chip biccies.

You have to guide him v carefully because of how easily confused and clumsy he is.

Cannot for the life of him crack the eggs without getting a quarter of the shell in the bowl so you have to do it instead.

Has a surprising amount of strength and forearm power bc holy shit boy can stir FAST.

Hums a little tune while he does it and bobs up and down with a wide grin on his face it’s so adorable, he has such a gentle singing voice I can’t-

Attempts different shapes with the batter when pouring it onto the tray but fails pretty miserably lol.

he tried ok???

Once they’re done he takes the tray out of the oven and since it was heavy, subconsciously propped it with his knee and nearly dropped the entire tray from the pain. (I’ve actually done this before when making chicken nuggets I do not advise being that brain dead)

Had to put some burn cream on the bbies knee :’((

When you decided to dig in, he handed you a cookie that looked like a crooked circle and said he tried to make that one a heart and insisted he feed it to you.

Blushed VERY hard at the moment of silence and intense eye contact while he fed it to you.

Nearly short circuited when his fingers brushed against your lips.

Moe moe x100000000000000000000000000000

You offer to do the cleaning after because he hurt himself and you didn’t wanna make him do any work, but he still offered to wipe the surfaces for you bc he’s an angel <333

literally just wanna marry him.

[mudhornchronicles]

dreamboat | greaser!frankie | part three

photo credit

pairing: frankie morales x f!reader; greaser!frankie x f!reader

warnings: violence, mentions of racism towards latinos, cursing

dreamboat: part one | part two | part three

masterlist

Frankie has been in this cold and dark cement cell for what feels like months – it has been 19 hours. It was only 3 in the afternoon and would be in this cell until 5 when his mother got off work. He may have been 18 years old, but the sheriff did not care – especially being Frankie. Frankie would not stop pacing to and from one side of the 6-foot by 8-foot jail cell and the sheriff was getting quite annoyed.

“Frankie, ya want a metal cup to rattle against the bars or will ya quit bein’ dramatic? Stop pacin’ or you’ll make a hole through the cement, kid.” Frankie stops pacing and looks at the sheriff sitting at the desk situated in front of the holding cell. “Ya actin’ like ya goin’ to federal prison. Tu madre viene por ti a las cinco, hijo. Relajate.”

Your mother is coming for you at 5, son. Relax.

Frankie sits on the floor, putting his head in his hands. He lets out a sigh as he rubs his face. He looks back up at the smiling sheriff and raises an eyebrow. “What’s so funny?”

The sheriff takes a drink of his coffee and nods his head over at Frankie. “You are kid. Ya only got in a fight; ya didn’t hold up a bank.” He reaches in his desk’s cabinet and pulls out a silver flask. He pours a generous amount of a golden liquid in his coffee and goes to close the flask. He tuts as he looks back at the steaming black liquid and pours some more whiskey. This causes Frankie to laugh at the sheriff he came to know and like. The sheriff stands and walks over to Frankie, his mug of coffee in one hand and dragging his chair with the other. He places the chair in front of Frankie’s cell and takes a seat. He takes a swig of his coffee and looks at Frankie.

“I hope ya know your mom is goin’ to have a cow when I tell her why you’re in here.”

Frankie smirks and nods. “Ya ain’t tell her, yet?”

“What? That ya gave Oberyn a beatin’ ‘cause he was givin’ ya shit? Hell, that little bastard deserved it. If I don’t tell ya mom, you will.”

“Yeah? Well he was cruisin’ for a bruisin’. He should’a seen it comin’. Next time I see that cat, he’s gettin’ more than a couple’a shiners,” Frankie huffed. All he was able to give Oberyn was a good black eye and a couple of other bruises. The sheriff got called the second the boys went outside. He knew Rosie must have called the sheriff, but Frankie couldn’t be mad. The boys promised Rosie that there would be no confrontations in front of the diner – they did not do that last night. “Why I gotta tell my mom for? Aint you the sheriff? Shouldn’t ya be the one to tell ‘er why I’m in the can?”

The sheriff takes a deep breath and sighs. “Frankie, listen to me.” Frankie scoffs and rolls his eyes, waiting for the sheriff’s spiel about being responsible for his mother’s sake.

The sheriff sits straight and places his mug on the floor. He clears his throat and speaks to Frankie in the tone Frankie knows to shut up and listen. “Francisco, you listen here you little shit. You been in this very cell three times now, Tom having the record of 38, and ya feel like what? Ya feel like ya cool or somethin’? Ya mom already don’t like the friends ya hang with, except for Santiago. Ya think she likes seein’ you behind these,” the sheriff bangs on the metal bars for emphasis, “bars here? Now, I ain’t ya daddy, son. Nobody will ever compare to the man ya father was, but I know good and damn well he wouldn’t wanna see his only kid behind these bars. That man fought too fuckin’ hard for you and ya momma for you to be fuckin’ up ya life.”

Frankie stands up and leans against the cell, holding a metal bar in each hand. “’The fuck ya on about? You said it ya’self! I just got in’a fight. How’s that fuckin’ up my life?”

The sheriff stands up and gets close to Frankie. “Watch ya tone with me, boy. I ain’t one of your little friends to be gettin’ an attitude with, got it? You know that little betty you had ‘round ya arm? Her momma don’t like ya. Her momma got her head way up her ass, she don’t like anyone whose shoes aren’t new every day.”

Frankie chuckles at this.

“Hell she don’t even like me very much and I’m the law. Ya think she wants her daughter ridin’ round town with ya? Ya like her right? The more you get behind these bars, the further you get from her, you got it?”

Frankie nods as he walks away from the sheriff and sits on the concrete bench with a slump. The sheriff lets out a sigh and drags his chair back to the desk, taking a big gulp of his coffee. He grabs his newspaper and flicks it to straighten it out. He looks at Frankie and frowns. He decides to give Frankie one last piece of advice – something he promised himself he’d never use but he knew the young man needed to hear it.

“Francisco,” he says to catch Frankie’s attention. He continues even if Frankie doesn’t look at him, he knows he’s listening. “Tu padre murió por ti. El murió para que tu vivieras la vida que deseabas. Yo sé que este estilo de vida no es para ti y si lo eliges, entonces tu padre murió por nada.”

Frankie’s head snaps up and watches as the sheriff stands and walks out for a smoke. Frankie knew the sheriff wanted to leave the room for air because he would always smoke inside. From this moment to a quarter after 5, Frankie remained silent and still as he pondered on what the sheriff had said to him.

Your father died for you. He died so you could live the life you wanted. I know this lifestyle is not for you and if you choose it, then your father died for nothing.

As much as he wanted to cry and fight the sheriff, Frankie knew that the sheriff spoke only truth. Frankie’s father would have been incredibly disappointed, which only hurts Frankie the more he thought of it. The sheriff said that his father died for him and it’s true. If his father would have put Frankie’s name on that sign up, Frankie would have been dead by now. Instead of drafting 18-year old’s as stated, the US became desperate and sent off 16-year old’s with the promise of compensation for their families – that didn’t ever happen.

Frankie heard rapid heels clicking coming from the corridor and he knew it was his mother.

“Francisco Morales! ¿En qué pendejada te metiste ahora? Fue por ese Thomas, verdad? Ni se te ocurra mentirme.”

Francisco Morales! What bullshit did you get into this time? It was because of that Thomas, right? Do not even think about lying to me.

“Hi Mom.” Frankie sadly says. His mother holds up one finger at Frankie and turns to the sheriff. She offers him a tired smile and a quick hug.

“Ahora que hizo, Javier? Por favor dime que me lo puedo llevar a casa.”

What did he do now, Javier? Please tell me I can take him home.

Frankie hears his mother say. She sounds as if she’s about to burst into tears, her voice pleading and shaky. Frankie immediately feels a wave of guilt wash over him. He saw his mother break apart when they lost his father and was thrown as being the sole breadwinner – he couldn’t put her through pain again.

“Yes, Monica, you can take him. He just had a run in with that Oberyn kid again.” Frankie’s mother lets her head fall back as she groans. She looks back at Frankie and shakes her head.

“How many times do I have to tell you to ignore that boy, Frankie? He isn’t worth getting into it with. Did Tom throw you into it? He can never fight his own battles and he threw Santiago in last time. Pope’s lucky Javier called me and not his mom - poor woman would have a heart attack.”

Frankie shakes his head. “No mom. I got myself in it.” Frankie looks at Javier, the sheriff, and Javier gives him an assuring nod. “The boys and I took the new girl in town out to Rosie’s and Oberyn decided to ruin the night as usual. He just got out the can so he was lookin’ for a fight I guess.”

His mother and Javier stride over to Frankie. Javier unlocks the cell, allowing Frankie to come out and hug his mother. His mother gives him a kiss on the cheek and holds his face in her hands.

“Francisco, I know you thought you were doing the right thing. Did Oberyn lay a hand on the girl?”

“If I hadn’t punched him, he probably would’ve.”

Monica, his mother, gives her son a warm smile. “If you got in here for defending someone because you thought it was the right thing to do, then okay. I suppose what done is done, but I never want to see you behind bars ever again. Tal vez tengas 18 años, pero todavia te doy una paliza, cabrón.” she jokes - well half-jokes.

You may be 18 years old, but I’ll still beat your ass, dumbass.

As Frankie and his mother collect his things and sign the necessary paperwork, Javier calls for Frankie’s attention. He simply tells him “remember our little talk, Frankie. I ain’t try’na see you behind those bars again.”

A little talk Frankie will always remember and think about every day.

Frankie knew he should be going to his fifth and sixth periods, but he had already missed the first four, so why they hell not miss. He wanted to because he wanted to see you after the fiasco, but he was nervous. You saw him fight, get arrested, and get dragged away by Javier. He saw your eyes widen and fill with fear when he spat out blood and get put into handcuffs.

“So ‘Fish… where’s that little dolly of yours? You two get it on yet?” Redfly says. “Oh wait… ya been in the can!” The Bandits all laugh and Santiago slaps his knee while Will wheezes at the thought of Frankie in jail. Frankie takes a drag of his cigarette, staring at his friends and offering an eye roll.

“Alright laugh it up. I made it out, didn’t I?”

“yeah,” Santiago starts, “that’s only cause Javi likes us. If it were Oberyn in there, Javi would’a still had his ass locked up.” Pope gives his best friend a slap on the shoulder paired with a laugh and a quick just kiddin’ buddy.

The bell rings and the sea of people wave into the hallways. The boys bid farewell to each other, Will and Frankie walking to their class together. Will was the first to spot you in the crowd of people. He saw you walk with a student you had all your classes with; Maxwell Lorenzano, or Max Lord as he liked to be called now. The Bandits knew him, they knew him very well.

Max was a soc kid who would hang out with the other popular socs, but in actuality, Max was another Latino kid whose family were more like the Bandits. Both of his parents were greasers, and they knew what it was like to work hard yet not have a lot. His father worked all the time as a mechanic and his mother was a stay-at-home mom. His dad was always working on a motorcycle that would become his son’s first ride, but then something in Max changed. His whole life, Max wore a leather jacket and slicked back hair, not caring what the world thought of him, but as the times went on, the bullying got worse.

Just like Frankie, Max’s family was not always welcomed, but his aunt’s family was. His aunt was a greaser too, but her husband was a complete socialite. His family created and owned an oil business which allowed them to want for nothing. When Max saw the acceptance his aunt had received from her in-laws, it was a flipped switch. He asked to work with his uncle to learn all about the business. His uncle was elated to find out his nephew wanted to leave the “delinquent” life and become a businessman. Max’s face was plastered on the company’s ads and the popular kids wanted to be friends with him. He was accepted as a soc and even though his parents were upset, Max wasn’t entirely honest at school.

Max still worked on his dad’s motorcycle project. He still had his leather jackets and wore them at private family gatherings. He still knew the slang and attitude. He was still loyal to the people who liked him for him.

Max and The Bandits looked after each other as brothers. Even though he was not officially a member, Max had his BANDITS leather jacket at home, hung and clean. In order to keep his soc image at school, Max and the boys pretended to hate each other. Max pretended to be disgusted with their way of life and would throw insults here and there when the other kids would.

When Max saw Will and Frankie coming their way, Will gave him a discreet nod and Max reciprocated.

“Look what the cat dragged in… a couple of worthless hoodlums.” Max said. He turns to you and says, “C’mon, you shouldn’t associate yourself with these… things.” You look up and meet Frankie’s beautiful eyes. He seemed as if he wanted to jump out and say something to you but couldn’t.

“Don’t get yourself twisted up, Lord. Your little petty pants will wrinkle,” Will snickers.

Max rolls his eyes at him. “Move out of our way, Miller. We’ll be late.”

Will laughs and moves out of the way and gestures for him to walk. “C’mon, Polo. Keep it movin’.”

As you walk past the boys, Will offers a quick hey and you answer with a smile. You walk away, but Frankie calls you by name, causing you to stop and take a breath. You ask Max to give you a minute, him checking his watch and agreeing. You walk up Frankie and look at him, silently asking him to continue.

“I… I- Hi. How are you?” Frankie sputters out. He mentally slaps his forehead and cursing at himself. Is that the best he can do?

“I’m doing fine, thanks.” you quietly say.

Frankie tries to put together a mix of words, but none of it is coherent. Will lets out a loud and obnoxious sigh and puts his arm around Frankie’s shoulders.

“Catfish here wanna know if you wanna hang with’im after school. How ‘bout it sweetheart? The guy just got out the can and in need of company.” You raise an eyebrow at Will.

In need of company?

Max lets out a sarcastic laugh and walks to you, grabbing your arm and pulling you away.

“Her mother would have her head if she were caught with you guys again. You already got her in trouble once; no need for it to happen again.”

You look back at Frankie, silently apologizing, but in the end, Max was right.

When you got home that night, Will assured you that nobody would talk about it. The next day, your mother came back furious and you were ultimately grounded for being seen with those boys. Your father was not too happy either, but was mainly concerned about your safety, which was a valid concern. Your mother demanded for you to never talk to Frankie or she would have to take action.

What action? You were not too sure.

No matter how hard Frankie tried to talk to you, Max would either pull you away saying he needed your help, or your teacher would ask him to quiet down. Frankie was not one to give up, but he also did not want to be a pain in your side. He felt as if the odds were against him, but he was going to get you to talk to him one way or another – at least a single hello in the hallway so he does not feel as if he messed up entirely.

It was now Wednesday, and The Bandits sat at one of the outside tables by the cafeteria. They “joked” with people, rough housed as usual, having a good day so far, but when the soc table kept staring, the boys didn’t feel so cheery.

“Fuck ya lookin’ at, soc? You got a starin’ problem?” Tom yells.

“You should get daddy’s money to check that out,” Benny continues. Frankie turns in his seat and looks at the group of the popular rich kids sitting at the opposite table from them. He lets out a sigh, letting it pour out of his nose, as he sees you sitting next to Max at that same table. When he gets a chance to really see you, he sees red.

Michael, the school’s top athlete, has his arm around you and you appear to be uncomfortable – something Frankie never wanted to do. You look around awkwardly as Michael stands up and confidently walks over to the boys, other soc boys in tow.

“Look here boys. A bunch of nothings thinking they’re something,” Michael says. The soc boys all laugh and Tom remains tall, chest puffed out.

“Ya better watch what ya sayin, Mikey. Wouldn’t want ya to get hurt.” Tom rebuttles.

Two of the boys behind Michael walk up to the Miller brothers, a bit shorter than the two but still reeking of false confidence.

“You three must be tired of carrying these two brown boys, huh? Always quiet and only get involved when they’re forced.”

Max walks over to Michael, you trailing behind him, and tells Michael to stop and to come back to the table. Michael refuses, asking Max if he is worried about him hurting his own kind. You gasp and get in front of Max, facing Michael.

“How dare you? You dare call Max a friend and still, you berate him and these boys,” you start, motioning to the Bandits, “because they aren’t “your kind?” I’ll have you know that these boys are some of the most intelligent people I have ever met, a lot smarter than you.”

“Is that so, sweetheart? You think these delinquents are worth getting in trouble?” To this, you give him a confused look. “You think your mom hasn’t gone around rambling about how her daughter was seen with the worst kids in town? These guys bring their parents shame. Well… except Francisco over there… he got his old man killed.”

Michael barely got his final word out before he was on the floor holding his bleeding jaw Santiago caused. Santiago grabbed his hand in pain; it was a while since he punched someone so suddenly like that. No matter the pain, he wasn’t about to let the spoilt rich kid get away with insulting his best friend and his best friend’s father.

You look over to Frankie, who is still sitting at the bench stone faced. How could he just sit there after Michael insulted him and his father? You go to walk to him but Max pulls you, walking away telling you that you’ll talk to him later.

“I’m taking you home after school, okay? Michael called a meeting after school and I told him I’ll be there when I get you home,” Max explained. He talked fast and seemingly out of breath. He knew something was going to go down – no one drops Michael like that without consequences.

“Why are you worried? Max, is something going to happen?” You ask. He looks around and explains to you what has happened when Michael wants revenge. From legal actions to physically hurting someone, Michael will stop at nothing to make himself look strong and important. Max just told you to be careful and to stay inside.

And something must have happened because Max came knocking down your door and asking your mother if it was okay if he took you around town. Your mother oddly was happy to agree and Max piled you in the car. He drove fast and parked inside a green home’s garage. For a second, you were terrified that Max was forced to bring you to Michael, but soon let out a breath of relief when you saw Will come into the garage and greet you.

“Alright, Maxie,” Will said. “What is so important and secretive that you called us all here and brought her along?” Frankie adjusted his hat, a baseball cap that suited him quiet well, and played with his hands.

“We have to hide Frankie’s car. Now.” Max stated rapidly.

Frankie’s head shot up and the boys all together threw questions as to why we had to temporarily get rid of Frankie’s car.

“Max. What are we hiding my dad’s car for?” Frankie asks. His voice is quiet and laced with worriedness.

Max takes a deep breath and apologetically looks straight into Frankie’s eyes.

“Michael’s planning on crushing your car.”

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Revenge or Redemption? Chpt.3

Summary: When Micah invites you to visit him after all these years, you do so, even though you know you’ll reject whatever he has planned for you. But there’s no harm in saying goodbye? Even if somebody else joins in?

Pairing: Micah Bell x f!Reader 

Word Count: 1807

Rating: NSFW

Tags: Reunion sex, Pre-epilogue, Strawberry, Porn with a plot, Former lovers, Reader is Micahs ex, Fluff, Angst, Work in progress.

Notes: YAY another chapter!! Dutch will be in the next&final chapter. This was meant to be just a small micah/reader/dutch fic but old mikey is my fave so I couldn’t help but drag this out 

Chapter 1&2

It's funny to think that this time last week, your mind was clear and peaceful, perfectly balanced whilst you get on with your normal, civilised life. The only thing you'd been worked up about was an odd customer who caused more of a fuss than necessary, but within a day, your mind became so thick and clouded, swarming with memories of your former lover and far too many questions on what was going to happen. You wanted to show him what he was missing, as petty as that can be. You wanted to storm up that mountain and push him off it after screaming at him for ruining everything all those years ago. You don't hold onto that vendetta as much as you thought you did, clearly not at all since you allowed Micah to fawn over you and pull you close, eventually pulling you down with him into his bed. Tender is currently the perfect word to describe him, not the word most people would use when talking about Micah Bell, but a word you take pleasure in using as you've been the only person to ever see Micah with his walls down. His touch on you was so gentle, you almost couldn't feel his hands as he slowly undressed you, his rough fingertips trailing over the goosebumps on your skin as he pulled you over to his bunk bed. 

"Still ain't used to the cold?" Micah had commented as he joined you under the covers after kicking off his pants, leaving a trail of both his and your clothes leading over to his bed. "Course not, I've never liked the cold," you told him, watching Micah roll on top of you, pinning you down to the bed. "I still remember how much you complained when we were stuck in Colter. Least you had me to keep you warm, hm?" Micah replied, dipping his head down to kiss along your neck. His kisses trailed down your body, licking a stripe across your collarbone before moving down over your breasts. Micah took his time exploring both of them, trailing his tongue over your nipples, sucking and kneading at them gently, humming in satisfaction at the short mewls and whimpers you had let out. You were about to tell him off for teasing you until he'd continued to move his head further south, disappearing under the duvet and settling between your thighs. And that's where you find yourself at now, letting out a moan that sends a chill down your own spine. You've been with others since Micah but no man has ever quite hit the nail perfectly on its head, no man seems to be able to make you whimper and whine the way Micah has, and you know that if you tell him that, it'll keep his ego fed for the rest of his life. Micahs hands wrap around each of your thighs, holding your legs apart as he begins to lap at your cunt. You're instantly thankful that he decided to trim his facial hair short before seeing you, remembering how irritating his beard used to itch against your skin. He's slow at first, flattening his tongue and slowly licking across your pussy. Either he's teasing you or savouring the taste, maybe both? But Micahs tongue eventually moves up to your clit, flicking the tip of his tongue over the bud. You could have sworn you heard him let out a chuckle as your thighs begin to shake; he knows far too well what he's doing, remembering exactly how you like it. He moves back down your cunt again, slipping his tongue into your pussy and fucking you with it, whilst one of his hands moves from your thigh to rub your clit with the pad of his thumb. His name escapes your lips and Micah stops for a brief moment, only to tell you "My name always sounds so damn good coming from those pretty lips of yours." He grips onto your thigh again, moving his tongue back up to return to your clit, sucking and lapping at your bundle of nerves. The room no longer feels cold, despite the hole in the ceiling letting in a slight draft. Your body is border lining breaking out a sweat, your cheeks a vibrant red, heat radiating off them as Micah continues his tenderness between your legs. "Since when were you such a giver?" you softly tease, your eyes falling shut, head lying comfortably on the pillow. "Very funny," you overhear Micah mumble from under the duvet. Micah lets out a grumble as he begins making his way up from under the duvet, gasping for air dramatically; it's nice to see that his character hasn't changed. "S'hot under there," he tells you as he wipes your juices from around his mouth with the back of his hand, his other hand holding himself up over you. You shuffle up onto your elbows, nuzzling into the curve of his neck to leave a few kisses there. The feeling of his hair not being in the way is so foreign to you; you already miss playing with it, and the faces Micah made whenever you tugged it a little too hard. Whilst Micah is distracted with you kissing his neck, you reach down between his legs to wrap your hand around his cock, pumping his shaft slowly before lining him up with your entrance. You know you don't need to say anything but you let out a soft "please," against Micah's ear, knowing how dizzy the small gesture is making him feel. Micah lets out a sigh before replying "with pleasure." He slowly moves his hips forward, pushing his cock into you. Micah almost chokes on a deep breath he takes as his cock slides inside of you, his eye scrunching shut for a brief moment before meeting yours. A soft kiss is placed on your lips whilst one of his hands gently holds onto your shoulder, pushing you back down onto the bed. You lie back, reaching out to pull the duvet up to Micahs shoulders, keeping both of you warm, trapping your shared body heat under the quilt. Micah shifts his weight down onto his elbow, his body propped over yours whilst his other hand holds onto your thigh, fingertips trailing against your hipbone as you wrap your legs around his waist. Micah lets out another satisfied hum, kissing your nose then your forehead, and finally, he begins to roll his hips. He's gentle to begin with, his cock slowly sliding in and out of you, almost as if Micah's getting used to the feeling of being inside of you again. Micahs lips find your neck, returning your gesture as he kisses along your skin, not covering you in marks for once. Maybe it's because you're no longer his? He used to adore covering you in signs to show you were taken, almost in a feral and predatory kind of way, but you'd leave just as many marks on his skin. You begin to moan again when Micah starts slamming his cock into you, panting against the curve of your neck, his grip on your thigh getting tighter by the second. "Still so tight," Micah grumbles against you, his facial hair tickling over your neck as he returns to kissing it. Although Micahs thrusts are quick and hungry, slamming his cock into you like the deprived old man he is, there's something pure and wholesome about the way he's holding you; Micah still has that look in his eye from earlier, the look of a man who is so engulfed in lust, yet so lonely at the same time. You can barely keep your eyes on his, wanting to enjoy this moment rather than letting your memories of him cloud your thoughts. Micah moves his hand off your thigh to cup your jawline, his fingertips eventually moving back to hold the back of your head, entangling in your hair. He slows down ever so slightly so he can kiss you, his lips worshipping yours, the taste of your cunt faint on his lips. Tongues are introduced and your head begins to feel dizzy as you pull him down against you more, not realising how much you've been craving your former lover. Micah breaks the kiss to politely ask "Where d'you want me to finish?" "Inside," you sigh against his lips, and you feel his body shiver at your response. "You sure?" Micah checks with you again. "Mhmm," you say with a nod, moving your hand down your body, settling on your clit and rubbing it firmly. Micah moves his hand from the back of your head; it slides beneath you, grabbing firmly on your ass, pulling your hips up slightly so Micah has a better angle to thrust into you. He returns to his quick pace from before, his mouth remaining parted as he moans and groans, letting out sounds that you didn't realise you'd missed until now. Your orgasm begins to neer and Micah notices it's close from the way you begin to squirm beneath him. "So pretty," Micah comments. "Go on, sweetheart. Ladies first," Micah tells you, politely staring down at you. He licks his lips at the sight of you cumming, and groans when you pant his name, your head rolling back onto the pillow and your eyes fluttering shut. Your legs wrap around Micahs waist unintentionally, your body taking control of itself, but it gives Micah the perfect opportunity to slam down into you, milking your orgasm and earning his own. He lets out a choked moan as he cums, his body falling limp and pressing against yours. "Shit," Micah groans as he buries his face in the curve of your neck, the thin layer of sweat on his forehead sticking to your skin. Both of you spend a few moments just holding each other, catching your breaths as Micah curls up against your chest. He eventually slips himself from you, rolling off you and settling down beside you. Instantly, Micahs hands are on you again, manhandling you softly, pulling you into his embrace so he can cuddle you to sleep. A large part of you wants to say something, anything, but words fail you and Micahs does too. It's not long before you fall asleep in his arms, your cheek pressed against his grey chest hair, arms wrapped tightly around his body. Micah places a kiss to your forehead before nuzzling against you, treasuring this affectionate moment, certain it'll be the last he receives in his life. Sleep eventually finds him but only because he feels comfortable enough to sleep. Insomnia hasn't left him over the years that you've been gone, but Micah still finds just the right amount of comfort in you to somehow forget about his problem, just for tonight.