haha twst go brr

More like a line breaker

Free to use and please reblog if your going to use it

Not exactly a prompt but just a suggestion where the dorm leaders fem s!o wants to carry them bridal style? Maybe they got injured or maybe she just wanted to show her strength? How will everyone react? Thanks a lot :) – From @blackstrawberrynightmare​.

A/N: Thank you so much for this! This was a very fun break from the “holding the world” series ahahah~ I enjoyed it a lot and I think it sort of became crack? I hope this makes everyone who reads it laugh at least once! Please tell me what you think~

other versions: ver i (this), ver ii (dire, divus, ashton), ver iii (leech twins, jamil, epel, rook, lilia)

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“Bet I could bench press you.” 

Pairing - Floyd Leech x Reader

Synopsis - When a creepy student won’t take no for an answer, you have to turn to the least expected person for protection.

Genre - enemies to lovers, fake dating (kinda?)

Notes - Me: *ignoring all the requests in my inbox* Anyway, more enemies to lovers.

It is implied that the reader is shorter than Floyd because I’m gonna guess not too many of you out there are taller than 6 foot freaking 2

“Whatcha looking at?”

Ace’s question interrupted your train of thought while you were glaring at Floyd Leech from across the cafeteria. You didn’t bother looking away when you responded.

“Just some insufferable brat,” you answered nonchalantly, stabbing a lettuce leaf from your salad with unprecedented aggression. “Nothing to worry about.”

Ace strained his neck to follow your gaze. When Ace saw that Floyd was looking back at you with an unnerving sharp-toothed grin, he chuckled and took a bite of his sandwich. You broke your tense eye contact with Floyd to look at Ace with an inquisitive eyebrow.

“What’s so funny?” you questioned, not seeing what part of what you just said warranted Ace’s laugh. He waved you off with a smile on his face.

“I just don’t understand you,” Ace bit his lip to stop himself from laughing too much. You hunched over in a pout, crossing your arms in a cartoonishly angry way. “Why do you even hate him so much?” 

“You’re kidding me, right?” you stared at Ace incredulously, eliciting a shrug from him. “What isn’t to hate about him?”

Ace groaned as you took a deep breath to list everything you hated about his basketball teammate.

“He’s cocky, he’s annoying, he’s just generally unnerving, he gets bored too quickly, he calls me Shrimpy and on that subject,” you took another deep breath and Ace banged his head on the table. “He’s way too tall! He’s 6'2”! I can’t deal with that. Also he has no concept of personal space or word filtering, he gives everyone a nickname, he’s really playful all the time and he makes me laugh and…“

"Are you insulting him anymore?” Ace teased, causing you to roll your eyes. “If I were him, I’d take that as a compliment.”

“So would I.”

You jumped at the sudden voice coming from the looming figure above you. You tilted your head up and scowled at the teal-haired boy you had just been talking about.

“What do you want?” Your tone darkened as you addressed Floyd. He just smirked and turned around so his head was right side up to you.

“I make you laugh, shrimpy?” he clutched his chest in mock of flattery. You rolled your eyes and scoffed at his behavior, your cheeks growing warm as you wished you hadn’t said anything in the first place. “I’m touched, really.”

“Go ahead and flatter yourself,” you dismissed him, trying to ignore the growing anger inside of you. At least, it seemed like anger, it must have been. “I’m just amused by your idiocy.”

“You can try to sound fancy but your words mean nothing to me.”

“Makes sense. Most words don’t get past your thick skull.”

“Better a thick head than an empty one.”

By the time you were fuming with rage, Ace pulled your arm back.

“Aaaaand I think that’s enough excitement for today,” Ace tugged on your arms, trying to break your eye contact with Floyd. You were so caught up in the argument that you hadn’t noticed the usual cafeteria chatter dying down and focusing on you. “Everybody can hear you and I think one of the ghosts is coming over here to yell at us so how about we just part our ways, yeah?”

Before you could respond, he dragged you out of the cafeteria and into the empty hallway.

“What was up with that?” Ace whisper-yelled at you. You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, feeling like you had just been caught stealing from the cookie jar. “You don’t usually get that heated!”

“I don’t know, I’m sorry!” you took a deep breath and ran a hand through your hair. “I guess I just got a little carried away, you know? I can’t control how I feel about that annoying eel.”

Ace eyed you suspiciously, rolling his eyes at your statement.

“Yeah, I bet you can’t.”

“What did you say?”

“Nothing, go to class.”

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“Hey, you’re really hot. Could I get your number?”

You raised an eyebrow as you looked up from your book. You had been reading on a bench in the courtyard when some random student came up and started flirting with you.

“Sorry, I’m just not really in the habit of giving strangers my number,” you smiled sympathetically, trying not to hurt the boys feelings as you looked back to your book. He smirked at you and pulled the book away from you, effectively ruining the slim chance he had with you.

“Come on, babe! Give me a chance,” he went on, closing your book without the bookmark in. You clenched your teeth so hard you thought you might chip them. “I’m a really great guy once you get to know me.”

“I’m sure,” you sneered, plastering a fake smile into your face. “I’m just not super interested in you.”

“You’re making this real difficult for me, aren’t you?”

“You’re not taking no for an answer. Let me say it again for good measure. No.”

“You don’t have to play hard to get, sweetheart,” the boy sat next to you and put his hand on your shoulder, making you shrug away and stand up. “Just go out with me, it’s not that hard.”

“I already told you I don’t want to,” you said through gritted teeth, backing away as the boy slowly stalked towards you. “I, uh, I already have a boyfriend.”

“You don’t have to lie, babe,” his expression became darker as he stepped towards you. You walked backwards, praying he wouldn’t try anything, when your back bumped into somebody. A chill creeped down your spine as you turned around.

Of course it was none other than the very boy you disliked so much: Floyd Leech. Fear overtook you as you realized you were quite literally stuck between a rock and a hard place.

“What’s all this about?” Floyd cocked his head to the side, looking the creepy student up and down with disdain. The boy’s eyes widened as he took as step back from Floyd’s looming figure. It was then that you realized you could use this to your advantage, as much as you would hate it. You grabbed Floyd’s hand and leaned your head on his arm.

“Babe, this guy won’t leave me alone,” you shot Floyd a pleading look when he looked at you, evidently confused. After a 2-second non-verbal conversation, he agreed to go along with whatever was happening. It was quite entertaining after all. You turned back to the boy who was all but cowering. “I said I already have a boyfriend.”

The creepy boy scoffed, trying to hide how obviously frightened he was of Floyd.

“Well, then I hope he knows his partner is a slut,” the boy spat, causing you to roll your eyes. He wasn’t the first person who got worked up because you rejected them but it still hurt. You didn’t even notice that Floyd’s expression getting angrier with every word the boy said. “They were totally leading me on. I wouldn’t have done anything if they weren’t flirting first.”

“I’m gonna stop you right there, minnow,” Floyd glared at him, surprising you by wrapping a protective arm around you. “You don’t talk to my partner like that ever again, or I’ll squeeze you, got it?”

The boy nodded, paralyzed by the manic glare Floyd had fixed on him.

“Now go away,” Floyd waved sarcastically at the boy, leaning his chin on the top of your head. You could feel yourself become flustered by how easily Floyd had adapted to your “dating”. He nuzzled his head into your hair and pouted as the boy all but ran out of the courtyard, tossing your book on the ground behind him.

You breathed a sigh of relief before groaning and going to collect your book. You hadn’t noticed how warm and comfortable Floyd’s embrace was until you had already gone. You dusted off the cover of the book and turned around to look at Floyd.

“So what do I owe you now,” you sighed. If you knew anything about Octavinelle dorm, it was that no favor came without a price. You learned this by heart when Jade helped you carry your grocery bags to Ramshackle dorm and then informed you that his services cost 200 marks. “Performances like that don’t come for free.”

Floyd looked at the ground, bouncing his feet up and down. You rolled your eyes and walked up to him, staring him down.

“Spit it out, Leech,” you accused, just wanting to get that interaction over with so you can go your separate loathsome ways.

“Does that happen a lot?” Floyd asked with an uncharacteristic gentleness. You were completely taken aback. You had been expecting some sort of insult or snide remark as usual but he was starting to seem almost nice. “Like people bugging you about going out with them.”

“Well, yeah,” you said matter-of-factly. Floyd seemed confused by your nonchalant answer. “It’s a regular occurrence but I can handle it by myself so you won’t get to bleed me dry on this.”

“I don’t want you to have to handle it yourself,” he asserted, looking you directly in the eyes.

“What do you mean?” you asked gingerly, a little bit afraid of what the eel’s intentions were.

“That guy, he just… made me really angry. I don’t want you to deal with people like that anymore.”

“It’s not like I have a choice! He approached me, it’s not my fault.”

Floyd groaned in annoyance and leaned against the wall.

“I just don’t want anyone to make you uncomfortable like he did!”

“Like I said, I can deal with it myself!”

“I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

“Do what?”

“I can’t pretend that I hate you!” he yelled and covered his eyes with his arm. It took you a few moments to process the confession. “I’ve tried to write you off as just another boring shrimp but you keep surprising me and I can’t keep telling myself that I’m gonna get over you.”

“What,” you stuttered, trying to make sense of what Floyd was saying. He shifted to look you directly in the eyes with a soft look that was foreign to you. “What do you mean pretending?”

“You know how I’ve been bugging you since freshman year?”

“How could I forget?”

“The longest I’ve ever been able to focus on something is when I picked up guitar for 3 weeks when I was 12 then dropped it because I got bored. So far, you’ve been the only exception.”

You stared back at Floyd with a confused expression. You searched his heterochromic eyes for any glint of joking but all you found was pure, stupid sincerity.

“So you… think I’m interesting, is that it?” you inquired, not wanting to break the fragile atmosphere that had crept up on you.

“I don’t think I could get bored of you if I tried,” Floyd chuckled out of anxiety. You were still processing his sudden change in demeanor. Though you had gotten used to his bipolarity, you had never seen him be nice to you. “I like you. Far more than I’d care to admit.”

You were too stunned to speak. You just stared, your brain replaying every moment when you had been caught staring at Floyd during class, when you laughed at one of his jokes, when you spent hours thinking about how he probably gives really good hugs.

Floyd suddenly felt rather exposed under your scrutinizing gaze. It was rather a funny sight to see Night Raven’s resident tall and intimidating delinquent squirm like a little kid.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Floyd found sudden interest in his shoes, trying to focus on anything but the look on your face. “I know you hate me and nothing I say can change that.”

“Are you an idiot?” you blurted, catching Floyd off guard. He fixed his eyes on the ground with a disappointed pout, steeling himself for the sting of your rejection. “You’re telling me you’ve liked me this entire time and we’ve both just been pretending to fight?”

Floyd looked up with shocked eyes.

“What do you mean pretending?”

You laughed and turned away from Floyd, leaning your head on a marble column to hide your smiling face. Floyd pouted and inserted his head between you and the column, forcing you to look at him. You giggled again and kissed his forehead.

Before he could react, you leaned your head on his chest instead of the column.

“I thought I was the only stupid one but I guess we’re both idiots in idiot love,” you laughed, muffled by Floyd’s shirt. He took a moment to process everything that was happening before shrugging and wrapping his arms around you.

“Idiots in idiot love,” Floyd mused, leaning his forehead against yours. You giggled as you felt his breath tickling your eyelashes. “I like the sound of that.”

For those that are wondering what happened to Laizy/Laizy_boy04, the truth of the matter is yesterday (4/30/22) that they were systemically group harassed and threatened by a group of individuals on twitter until they were backed into a corner and felt unsafe to the point that they deleted their accounts on DeviantART, Twitter, and Tumblr and privated their Insta account. The epicenter of this harassment is an individual that goes by the name of @/biackwashing (on twitter) or @/kiyoishereig (on tumblr)

Now, I need to say this very loudly and very clearly right now: this person is not a good person, and if you see this person on any platform you need to block it. Do not trust or interact with this person. It openly manipulates both the people it interacts with and its followers, twisting words and posts into vilifying the person on the other side of the screen in order to generate outrage clout, and has been seeing doing this to random people on both twitter and tumblr time and time again. 

This individual claims to be a pinnacle of black LGBT protection, anti pedophilia, antiproshipping, etc, but at the same time this person is incredibly dangerous, toxic, and hostile who in the same breath is somehow very racist, transphobic, misandrist, and openly spews TERF propaganda whether it believes it or not.

More information below the readmore. CW for racism, sexism/misandry, transmascphobia, TERF propaganda

Hey! I made a detailed and gender neutral quiz to help you find your best match! I would consider the top five as your best matches. I'd love to hear who y'all got and what you think about it!

Here are a few of my the questions below the cut!