#i was getting ready for school putting my long brown hair into a messy bun.....

[colgatebluemintygel]

oh i’ve just realized that w remus’ pov it’s possible that we get descriptions of sirius’ tattoos?? :o

YES !!!!!!!!! remus is soooo horny for sirius's tats, there will be gratuitous detail xoxooxoooxoxo

[polaraaace]

girls don't get ready for school and put their long brown hair into a messy bun and look at their blue eyes in the mirror when their mom my mom comes in and says “i sold you to pay our debts. come meet your new master.” and then go downstairs anymore. because of woke.

[princemick]

i was getting ready for school, putting my long brown hair into a messy bun. as i looked at my blue eyes in the mirror, my mom came in. “i sold you to pay our debts” she said. “come meet your new master.” i went downstairs and there he was.. Sebastian Vettel

Sebastian Vettel getting the Harry Styles treatment like he deserves

[thedragonholder]

Mortal Kombat high school au-2

The rewrite of history. (Rewritten)

Hatsune was in shock as she saw the long odachi sword beside her kenshi and reptile ran into the room "oh thank god your awake" Reptile said hatsune looked at them "I slayed that Minotaur" Hatsune said to them "you did Minotaur slayer" Reptile said kenshi glared at him "if it weren't for her we would be Minotaur snacks!" Reptile said to kenshi "the dragon said I am a fox holder now" Hatsune said to them "wait what? You're a kitsune?" Kenshi asked "those powers became permanent the sword was the key to unlocking your power" Reptile said to them "wait does that prove that the history of mortal Kombat is" Hatsune said kenshi was shocked "a true history" Kenshi said.

"That history ended in fucking tragedy! All of our ancestors died so why is it getting a rewrite!?" Reptile asked "let's get to school first" Hatsune said as she got up from the bed "are you sure you, can get to school?" Kenshi asked hatsune "kenshi just because I slayed a Minotaur does not mean I am too tired to get to school!" Hatsune said angrily as orange aura surrounded her wrists "hatsune calm down" Kenshi said hatsune took a deep breath and calmed down "I'm talking suijin" Hatsune said to kenshi.

They had gotten ready for school and were now outside they walked inside the building hatsune had suijin in her back in a sword case "is it a, great idea to take suijin?" Kenshi asked "I had a gut feeling I should bring it" Hatsune said "hey let me borrow suijin I can use it to kill the quiet kid" Reptile said "what did you say?" They heard a creepy voice behind them they looked to see a boy wearing a black mask with a black hoodie with black cargo pants and black boots "hey bi han" Reptile said nervously "you said something about killing me reptile" Bi han said "um what I meant to say was- hanzo is trying to kill you!" Reptile said.

A man with tan skin with brown eyes and black hair in a ponytail wearing a golden hoodie with a golden face metal scorpion mask brown cargo pants and black boots "hanzo" Bi han said as he ran to hanzo and pinned him to the lockers "what do you want bi han?" Hanzo asked angrily "you and me outside the school at lunch" Bi han said "I'm going to burn you to the depth of Netherrealm" Hanzo said "I'm looking forward to it" Bi han said.

"Shit they're fighting-" "Place your bets everyone! Place your bets! It's hanzo versus bi han place your bets on who's going to win!!!" Reptile shouted having a tray with buckets saying bi han, draw and hanzo "I am putting my bets on a draw" Hatsune said "same here" Kenshi said to reptile before people started to surround reptile.

They went to class and it was english class and took their seats A long white hair and glowing blue eyes with tan skin and slight wrinkles on his face he wore a white buttoned up shirt under a brown vest with brown pants and black shoes he wore glasses and a straw hat entered the class "morning everyone" He said "morning Lord Raiden!" All of them said except for hatsune she seemed to be lost in her thoughts kung lao flicked her forehead causing her to snap back to reality "what was that for?" Hatsune asked him annoyed "you seemed to be lost miss hatsune" Raiden said to hatsune "I'm fine" Hatsune said to Raiden a bit frustrated "you seem frustrated are you that much interested in lady ashrah's class more than mine?" Raiden asked "you made father miserable again" Liu kang said to hatsune she rolled her eyes kenshi knew what was going on "let's continue" Raiden said suddenly the door opened "may I come in?" A girl asked.

She had raven black hair in a messy bun with black eyes and fair skin she wore a baby blue buttoned up shirt that was tucked in a black skirt and wore white boots "come in" Raiden said the girl came inside "my name is kitana khan and i am a transferred student i hope we can be friends" Kitana said "she's the rival schools daughter" Reptile said to hatsune kung lao heard it and was shocked "she's a spy-" "You can't assume people just by their family" Hatsune said "you can sit beside hatsune" Raiden said hatsune raised her hand kitana went and sat down beside her "hi" Kitana said hatsune put her hand down "hi" Hatsune said to kitana "so onto page forty five" Raiden said.

After english class it was double sports and hatsune hated sports but in order to learn how to sword fight she would need it they were all wearing their sports gear which consisted of plain white shirts with green shorts and leg guards.

"It's sports! The class you always faint in after five minutes of running" Reptile said to hatsune "ha, ha very funny" Hatsune said sarcastically a man with long black hair with a black moustache and s beard with tan skin and black eyes he was a chubby man but he was fit to teach sports he wore green shirt with black sweat pants and a green cap he had a check list and a whistle "alright students line up!" Bo rai cho said Hatsune had suijin with her kenshi noticed "you're going to fight with an katana?" Kenshi asked "yes" Hatsune said "you don't seem that strong to lift that sword" Kung lao said to her "you want me to cut you!?" Hatsune asked "alright hatsune and kung lao into the fight pit!" Bo'rai cho said.

The fighting pit was a ground surrounded by rock walls and filled with sand there was a gate in the fighting pit and a camera to record the fight happening.

Hatsune gave suijin to kenshi before stepping inside the fighting pit with kung lao both of them stood opposite to each other in their fighting stances "fight!" Bo rai cho said hatsune leapt forward to do a, punch but kung lao dodged he took her hand and threw her towards the wall hatsune thought she would crash against the wall but her instinct told her to put her legs against the wall and she did she immediately did a back flip and kicked kung lao on the shoulder he took hatsune's leg and threw her on the ground "better luck next time Ryujin" Kung lao said hatsune spin kicked him making him fall to the ground and get on top of him pinning him to the ground "looks like your losing your touch kung lao" Hatsune said kung lao stared at her with rage in his eyes while hatsune had a smug look on her face "can you two stop staring at each other!" Reptile said "it's too disturbing" Liu ka ng said hatsune got pushed off from him both of them got up and went out of the training pits "its a tie!" Borai cho said.

"How did you learn how to fight like that?" Reptile asked "learned it through scrolls turns out I had to listen to my instinct" Hatsune said "that was a good fight out there" Kitana said to hatsune "thanks next is yours" Hatsune said to kitana "kitana and Liu kang into the fighting pit!" Bo'rai cho said.

Kitana and Liu kang entered the fighting pit "fight!" Bo rai cho said kitana ran towards Liu kang to try and knock him out Liu kang spin kicked her leg causing her to fall kitana kicked Liu kang on the side of his stomach injuring his ribs.

"She's a good fighter" Hatsune said "she was the third best fighter in the academy" Reptile said to hatsune "did she kick your ass?" Hatsune asked "she did I couldn't feel my back for weeks" Reptile said to hatsune "I would watch" Hatsune said reptile elbowed her hatsune giggled and put her arm around him.

Liu kang held his left side of his stomach as kitana got up and kicked punched him hard on the chest Liu kang stumbled back in pain he then leapt forward.

"Kitana watch out!" Hatsune shouted "beat her ass Liu!" Kung lao said "kitana dodge it quickly before you lose!" Hatsune said.

Liu kang did a bicycle kick kicking her on her shoulders kitana tried her best to block it but couldn't as she fell down Liu kang stepped away from kitana "Liu kang wins" Bo rai cho said "here let me help you" Liu kang said holding out his hand kitana held his hand and he helped her up "thank you" Kitana said as both of them stared at each other hatsune and kung lao noticed the loving gazes they were sharing they went into the fighting pit "yea you take your freak friend away from my bro!" Kung lao said as he dragged Liu kang "and you take your weird bro away from my girl friend" Hatsune said as she dragged kitana away their hands drifted apart as their friends dragged them away.

"Since when am I your girlfriend?" Kitana asked hatsune as she stopped dragging her "since you entered the class" Hatsune said to kitana "why am I your girl friend?" Kitana asked "because I don't care whose family you're from you are your own person and you need to get into a group fast otherwise you wouldn't survive out there" Hatsune said to kitana "good point I only had one friend but she has a boyfriend now" Kitana said to hatsune "speaking of boyfriends fair warning di not date a jock" Hatsune said to Liu kang "he's cute" Kitana said "and he's a jock" Kenshi said to kitana as he arrived with Reptile "they're heart breakers and arrogant people who are too full of themselves " Reptile said to kitana "but he's sweet" Kitana said "that's what they appear to be they're like wolf in sheep's clothing" Hatsune said to kitana "so I should not date Liu kang?" Kitana asked "you can if you want to but we are just warning you" Hatsune said to kitana "alright" Kitana said to hatsune.

Hatsune had suijin on her back she could feel the sword telling her to let them out but she couldn't "hatsune" Hatsune looked to see Liu kang "what?" Hatsune asked Liu kang "is Kitana single?" Liu kang asked "why don't you go and ask her yourself you player" Hatsune said to Liu kang "I was just asking nicely why do you have to be so rude" Liu kang said to hatsune before leaving "hey hatsune" Hatsune looked behind to see Johnny "what?" Hatsune asked "is kenshi interested-" "No he's not he's not just some rebound you hollywood bastard" Hatsune said to Johnny he sadly went away from hatsune she then got dragged by kung lao "why are all of the jocks bothering me!?" Hatsune asked.

Kung lao pinned hatsune to the tree he was standing close to hatsune both of hus hands on her sides not letting her get out "what do you want?" Hatsune asked "I'm warning you if kitana hurts Liu kang and kenshi hurts Johnny I am coming for you" Kung lao said to hatsune "I should be the one warning you if those two arrogant jocks hurt them I am going to hunt you down and kill you" Hatsune said to kung lao "you can try" Kung lao said to hatsune "I clearly won that match" Hatsune said "no I did" Kung lao said "whatever you say ponytails boy" Hatsune said to kung lao he rolled his eyes and went back to his friends Hatsune went to reptile "arrogant ass" Hatsune said "very arrogant" Reptile said with a smirk.

"Alright that's it for sports-" "Daddy!" A kid with black hair in a small bun and greyish black eyes came he had slightly tan skin and wore a straw hat with a brown shirt and black shorts with red shoes "oh no it's the little gremlin..." Reptile said "Raitaru who gave you three juice boxes?" Bo rai cho asked Raitaru pointed at kung lao, johnny and Liu kang "he told us he wanted to drink apple juice!" Johnny said "are kids allowed in this school?" Kitana asked hatsune "only the teacher's kids and that kid is the kid thunder Raitaru he's the adopted son of Bo rai cho and biological son Raiden" Hatsune said to kitana "be careful around him he's a snitch" Kenshi said to kitana "he snitched on me after I gave him five dangos he said we should have made ten" Reptile said to kitana.

"Hello!" Raitaru said as he went to hatsune "what do you want you little gremlin?" Hatsune asked "can I touch your sword?" Raitaru asked "no..." Hatsune said "pwease!!" Raitaru said cutely hatsune did the only thing she could at that time she fainted "ah shit she got heat stroke!" Reptile said "twink 3 take her to the medical office" Bo rai cho said to kung lao "no need we will carry her!" Kenshi said as he picked hatsune up reptile tried to pick suijin up but couldn't "um kenshi I can't lift the sword" reptile said to kenshi "suijin can only be lifted by its owner" Kenshi said to himself the sword had a light blue aura reptile picked the sword up "ok I can lift it let's go" Reptile said as he went with kenshi who carried hatsune bridal style to the medical room.

They quickly went to the library and saw miss cetrion there "oh hey kids what are you doing here-" "miss cetrion we need your help!" Hatsune said to Lady ashrah "what is it my children?" Cetrion asked "please believe us when we tell you this!" Kenshi said to lady ashrah "what is it?" Cetrion asked "um you see we found the sword and somehow the history of mortal Kombat is being rewritten again because..." Hatsune said she closed her eyes as she surrounded herself with fox fire around her arms cetrion was shocked by her power her expression then turned into a serious one "hatsune I believe you I think it's time I tell you kids the whole truth" cetrion said to hatsune "what do you mean Lady cetrion?" Hatsune asked as the water disappeared from her arms "you see kids I was not born here" cetrion said to them as she sat down the trio sat down on their seats "we already know you were born in Greenland not in America" reptile said "By not being born here I meant I wasn't born in earth realm" cetrion said "are you an alien?" Reptile asked Delia "I am something of a goddess of virtue myself " cetrion said to them "wait if you are a goddess then why are you staying here-" "Because nether realm is corruption by shinnok's reign him and the stupid elder gods are the reason why this is happening" cetrion said to them "if you knew this was, happening why didn't you tell us?" Hatsune asked cetrion "because hatsune I couldn't make the same mistake twice I couldn't lose earthrealm to outworld and shinnok" cetrion said to the three of them "so our ancestors with the same names as us were actually us in our past lives?" Reptile asked "indeed reptile" cetrion said "looks like me fighting a Minotaur wasn't the only thing there" Reptile said "a Minotaur?" Cetrion asked "as soon as we found the sword we got attacked by a Minotaur" Kenshi said "if it weren't for Suijin to bond with me immediately after my blood activated its power we would be Minotaur snacks" Hatsune said to cetrion suddenly they started to hear cracks from the window "oh shit" Reptile said.

The window broke as three demons flew inside towards hatsune, kenshi and reptile "don't even think of coming near them" cetrion shouted throwing a water blast at the demon's.

She created blue fire and blasted the demon to dust she then used her fire and cut through the other demonstrate head ashrah looked around trying to find the third demon it started to fly towards hatsune who was looking for the demon as well.

Hatsune felt her instinct kick in she took suijin and stabbed it through the demons mouth the odachi emitted bright orange fox fire killing the demon "woah" Kenshi said "that instinct kicked in again" Hatsune said putting her hand on her forehead "you still have a lot to learn" Cetrion said putting her hand on hatsune's shoulder "all of you, for now go to class and don't let anyone find out otherwise the elder gods might ruin your fates for the worse again" Cetrion said hatsune looked at Cetrion removing her hand from her forehead she took suijin as it got cleaned up itself and put it in her sheath.

"Kenshi, reptile go to lunch hatsune stay back I need to talk to you about something very important" cetrion said "bye lady cetrion, bye hatsune" Kenshi said "we'll save you a chilli dog!" Reptile said before leaving the room.

"What is it Lady cetrion?" Hatsune asked "you were offered to tutor people based on your result" cetrion said to hatsune "yes I accepted the offer with kenshi and reptile " Hatsune said to Lady ashrah.

Kenshi was currently going to english until a man with long white hair in a braid with slightly tan skin and black eyes stopped him he wore a brown cardigan over a white buttoned up shirt with red pants and black shoes "kenshi just the man I was looked for" He said "is there anything you need professor fujin?" Kenshi asked "you signed up for the tutoring program for college credit didn't you?" Fujin asked "I did" Kenshi said to fujin "your in luck we found you someone who needs help in geography" Fujin said to kenshi.

Reptile was currently going he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder pulling him to science class "shit!" Reptile said "hello reptile" It was a man with tan skin and long black hair with black eyes he wore black long coat over a black buttoned up shirt with grey jeans and black shoes "what do you want shang tsung..." Reptile said shang tsung removed his hand from reptile's shoulder "I saw your sign up sheet from the tutoring program for extra credit and I have just the client for you to tutor" Shang tsung said reptile turned around to face shang tsung "who?" Reptile asked.

The door opened revealing hanzo hisashi "you said I would see my tutor" Hanzo said "no..." Reptile said to himself "reptile" Hanzo growled.

Fujin and kenshi went inside the geography class room "Sir fujin you told me I'm going to see my hot tutor!" It was Johnny Cage sitting on a desk with his legs relaxed on the table "no, no..." Kenshi shouted "oh hey kenshi" Johnny said.

"May I come in?" It was kung lao "hatsune you are assigned to tutor kung lao!" Cetrion said hatsune was shocked "no, no, no!!!" Hatsune said in shock "hatsune is my tutor!?" Kung lao said hatsune was in shock.

"They're going to be your tutors for the rest of the semester" Shang tsung said "I'm dead" Reptile said feeling hanzo's glare "you better help me pass or I will crush your bones" Hanzo said.

"And you better be nice to them" Fujin said "this cannot be happening" Kenshi said looking at a smug Johnny "you better be nice to me ken ken!" Johnny said to kenshi who groaned annoyed by his classmates behavior.

"You two will be great study buddies" Cetrion said "lady cetrion i love you I really do but this isn't going to work!' Hatsune said " I agree with her for once!" Kung lao said "sorry but she and her friends signed up and those, two were taken by fujin and shang tsung " cetrion said causing Hatsune and kung lao to look at each other"Looks like we are going to work together " Kung lao said hatsune nodded "yup" Hatsune said to kung lao "well then off you go and hatsune class tomorrow at sun rise" Cetrion said to her "got it" Hatsune said to her before leaving with kung lao.

"Your off to go" Fujin said kenshi and Johnny went out of the room "so should we go on a date after our study session?" Johnny asked "I'm so close to killing you right now cage" Kenshi mumbled.

"So am I free to go-" "You have to tutor more students" Shang tsung said "may we come in?" It was a boy with black eyes slightly pale skin and black hair he wore a blue cardigan with snow flake patterns and a black t shirt with black sweat pants pants and brown shoes "come in kuai liang" Shang tsung said a boy with brown eyes with fair skin and long grey that went till his shoulders he wore a grey and black jacket over a silver shirt with grey jeans and black boots "hello tomas and it seems you bought bi han" Shang tsung said "hi guys it was very nice to see you all now I have to run to lunch!" Reptile said running out of the door.

Hatsune, kenshi and reptile got to their seats with tray and spaghetti and chili dogs kept on the table "I got hired for tutoring" The three of them said together "I got a package deal!" Reptile said "I'm sure it can't be worse" Kenshi said "I got bi han, kuai liang, tomas vrbada and hanzo hisashi" Reptile said "I feel bad for you" Hatsune said "they better pay me triple!" Reptile said kitana came to their table "can I sit-" "Please tell me you didn't get tutoring" Hatsune said "I got a tutor appointed to me" Kitana sat down by the table with her tray full of spaghetti and a salad "I got Liu kang for english" Kitana said "damn I forgot he signed up" Kenshi said "I got appointed to tutor friend kung lao" Hatsune said "I feel bad" Reptile said "I got cage" Kenshi said "hey atleast you'll get him to study!" Hatsune said to kenshi "I hope this doesn't affect your lives badly since you have a lot going on with your history club" Kitana said that was when hatsune, kenshi and reptile realised something 'history club, monsters, ancient artifacts, the monsters' the trio thought "well we sure hope it doesn't" Kenshi said nervously.

[loves0ft]

get to know me game (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ☆

tagged by the cutest! person! alive! : @end-hyphen

tagging: @adiosmoon @outrokosmos @scyllawon @lmallmine @milleniums @livelaughlovehoon @jinsgalaxy and anyone else who wants to do it!

birthday: december 5

favourite colour: green! i also really like neutral colors (especially brown & beige!)

do you have pets?: no sigh, but my siblings do! my sister has a black cat named kimchi & my brother has a dog named miso

how tall are you?: i’m pretty sure i’m 5’2 now, but who knows, i feel like i get shorter every year

how many pairs of shoes do you own?: i think less then 10, lmao they’re all either white, beige, or black!

favourite song: this is hard, i guess currently it’s offscene by shoi (i picked it because it started playing while i was doing this)

favourite movie: i’m not a huge movie person, i’m more into documentaries but if i had to pick it would be a silent voice or oh! ratatouille lmao

who would be your ideal partner?: hmm someone who is kind and funny (though i laugh at like everything). i feel like i like really dorky people lmao, just someone who i can be comfortable in silence with

do you want children?: no lmao, but who knows, maybe i’ll change my mind down the road

have you gotten in trouble with the law?: no

what colour socks are you wearing?: white

favourite type of music: hm aside from kpop, i really like indie music! i’m also really into lofi and classical music as well and i listen to vietnamese music occasionally (i get roasted by my family every time i end up putting viet music on, but to be fair i only have v sad depressing viet music on my playlist)

how many pillows do you sleep with?: i have two but i only use one 

what position do you sleep in?: usually on the side or on the side in fetal position 

what don’t you like when you’re sleeping: i rarely sleep LMAO um but i tend to overthink a lot when i’m getting ready to sleep 

what do you have for breakfast: coffee/matcha! i usually don’t eat breakfast 

have you ever tried archery?: i have once in eighth grade! we went on a class trip to a camp and yikes! i was terrible LMAO literally my arrows would hit the ground halfway to the target 

favourite fruit: peach, lychee, plums!

are you a good liar?: yes and no lmao 

what’s your personality type?: infp!

innie or outie?: i like going out to cute lil cafes or plant shops, but i typically like staying indoors! 

left handed or right handed?: left handed

favourite food: sashimi!  

favourite foreign food: i really like this noodle dish called bun rieu! 

am i clean or messy?: clean for the most part

most used phrase: yikes! sigh, geez louise, have you ever read the book embarrassed to death by m.y. self (drake & josh reference) 

how long does it take for you to get ready: hmm 25-45mins! 

do you talk to yourself?: LMAO yes

do you sing to yourself?: yes! especially in my car 

are you a good singer?: absolutely not LMAO

biggest fear?: heights (i of course have bigger and more serious fears LMAO)

are you a gossip?: yes and no lmaooo i feel like people always come to me and tell me things but i mean... i’m all ears 

do you like long or short hair?: both!

favourite school subject: writing

extrovert or introvert: introvert

what makes you nervous: everything, it’s called chronic anxiety LMAO

who was your first real crush?: define “real,” but um i guess some guy in fourth grade. i sang a taylor swift song for him at the talent show in front of the school (i want to barf) 

how many piercings?: i used to have two

how many tattoos?: zero, but i have so many that i want sigh i’m just indecisive

how fast can you run?: i feel like i’m an average runner

what colour is your hair?: black right now, but i’ve been fighting the urge to dye it

what colour are your eyes?: brown

what makes you angry: i feel like i don’t get angry often, but i guess when people treat other people poorly 

do you like your name?: not really, i’ve always wanted an “english” name, but it is what it is!

do you want a boy or a girl as a child?: neither LMAOOOO

what are your strengths?: not to toot my own horn, but i think just listening/being there and giving advice (when warranted ofc!), writing maybe (?)

what are your weaknesses?: i’m not v confident, public speaking (yet i still did a speech at graduation and at conferences LMAO)

what is the colour of your bedspread?: beige/brown & white gingham 

colour of your room: white!

[povofjustme]

Twilight (Rosalie Hale x Blackreader) part2

Will be about Rosalie Hale x y/n Smith

Base in 2022

Will be a part 3

Not proofread

I knew what I was doing wasn't the right thing to do, I knew after what she said and what she did, i shouldn’t go over there just to feel that pince of her but I had to. Even if she isn't there.

Then again I wanted her to miss me, I wanted her to feel that pain when she left me. And what better way to do that than rubbing it in her face. From now on I am not showing any weakness for any of them. Am not a little Insecure little girl anymore.

I just got done with cheer practice when I got myself ready to go to the place I used to care a second home. And now everything has changed since they last saw me. Rosalie had given me her car but when she lifted me I dropped it back off at their house and got my own car. My hair was never really put together right but now it's up in a nice sweaty ponytail. I would never have them see me in anything other than baggy clothes but I just came with a tight workout short with spandex on.

Getting out of the car I can feel someone looking at me but did not give them time of day. Without even knocking on the door, it opened

“Welcome back” Esme said with a big welcoming smile “Hello” I said I felt regret coming here but wanting Rosalie to hurt. “Come on, we have somethings to talk about” Pulling me into the kitchen. She asked me questions about school trying to avoid Rosalie. It's been more than 10 minutes in the house and I hear noise coming from downstairs.

“Emmett you can’t, '' he said, “No one can’t be home” “I have to know how he is doing” I knew Emmet was trying to talk to me but Jasper at the same time trying to stop him. Emmett stopped at the seat beside me.

“Y/n, please just tell me his okay” Not giving him the time of day “Please tell me i jus-” “ You don’t get the know how his doing, you don’t get the check up on him, You don’t get to ask these question Emmet” Me saying in the calmest way I can. “You broke up with him, it's over with, move on with your life like he's trying to do now” Me still not looking at him. “I think it's best if I take me leave, Thanks again Esme, you have my number” Without another word I started to walk off and right I was about to open the door, It started opening itself.

“Oh hey y/n” Bella always had this thing about her making me want to punch her, even before they left. “I am just on my way out” Them still in my way. “You look different” Is the thing that Edward said last. “Will that happen when your ex calls you insecure and breaks up with you. Yup, that can do it to a person” And I walk out. But, the looks on Edward and Bella that they didn’t know said that to get you

I couldn’t tell Taye but I had to let him know that they were back in town. He hasn’t talked about them since 3 months ago, he was just getting over them but here we are in front of the school. I parked the car by the end of the school.

“Just wanted to let you know that we can go home today, we don’t have to do this.” Is the first thing I told him when the car stopped. “Thank you but the way you dressed, I want to see the look on their faces” He looked at me with his brown eyes. “True….. I do look good” checking myself out, i was wearing a verso japanese blossom dress with a white long sleeve shirt, black boots with my hair in a messy bun. Face light makeup with all my piercing in.

“Schools about to start soon, you ready” I said one more time before we got out of the car. Then again all eyes were on the cullens but the cullen eyes were on us. Walking up grabbed Taye's hand and with hands up high walking straight passed them, as for me looking Bella right in the eye gave her a messy look. Meeting their friends first.

Walking into school with my best friend was an everyday thing. Walking into the first period with no-one sitting next to me was an everyday thing. Going to lunch and having it with two or more people was an everyday thing. Me being loud and outgoing, cheesy , and bitchy was an everyday thing unit now…

Now in my first period I see the set that was empty for months, someone sitting in, now seeing her. I didn’t even try to make eye contact outside of the school feeling nothing, now everything was coming back to me, all the love, all the hate just everyone. But hate was taking over love now.

Be nice and friendly, she always hated when I did, will to other people. Now I want her to feel the way that I feel. Waking in class, saying Hi to everyone, taking my time, then getting to her “Hey” Is all I said with a smile. “Hi” is all that came out of her

[emixion]

School Dance - Day 25 - Maribat March

here’s some fluff after making you all cry yesterday. @maribatmarch-2k21 ao3 link To say that Mme Bustier’s class was excited was an understatement. The students were absolutely ecstatic.

Their class trip to Gotham and tour of Gotham Academy led to an invitation to the school’s upcoming dance while they visited. A school dance at Gotham Academy was no laughing matter, and everyone in Bustier’s class knew it. They’d all packed their very best clothes and accessories, eager to fit in at the fancy affair.

Marinette was excited to wear the new dress she’d designed, but that was about it.

Don’t get her wrong, she loved visiting Gotham and she loved the dress that she made, a baby pink ruffled gown with her signature floral design embroidered on the bodice, but she didn’t anticipate having much fun at this dance.

She didn’t know anyone in Gotham, and her whole class was still enamored by Lila, they barely had any time for her. The only person not hanging onto the liar’s every word was Chloe, and she wasn’t exactly the company Marinette wanted to keep.

Nevertheless, when the night of the dance arrived, Marinette put her dress on and got ready alone.

The other girls were all getting ready together, but she really didn’t want to be around Lila. Besides, she was sure she wasn’t welcome after Lila had tried to frame her for spilling her coffee the other day.

After getting dressed, she had Tikki help her put her hair in a low messy bun, letting a few wavy locks of midnight hair stick around to frame her face.

She applied her makeup, a neutral brown smokey eye and peachy pink lip gloss, as well as her accessories, a rose gold headband and a bracelet to match.

After slipping on her heels, she was ready to go.

Tikki smiled at her chosen as she stood before her.

“Oh, Marinette! You look so beautiful! And so grown up!” The tiny goddess wiped a small tear from her eye.

Marinette giggled, pulling Tikki close to nuzzle her against her cheek. “Thank you, Tikki. I hope tonight goes well.”

“Anything can happen in a new city. Keep an open mind tonight!” Tikki advised.

“Thanks, I will.” Marinette replied, opening her small cross body for Tikki to fly into.

With a sigh, she turned off the light and left her hotel room.

The hotel lobby was full of hustle and bustle as the students of Francis Dupont chattered excitedly about the dance, all dressed in their very best.

Marinette stayed towards the back and kept to herself, waiting patiently for the transportation to arrive.

Suddenly, yells of surprise rang out from her classmates as a stretch limo pulled up in front of the hotel.

Marinette strained a bit to see it, shocked as her class that an actual limo was picking them up instead of a bus.

“Courtesy of the Waynes.” The driver announced as the students stepped into the limo.

“I can’t believe the Waynes did this for us!”

“That’s so cool!”

“We get to ride in a limo?”

Marinette got in last, wondering who these Waynes were that everyone was talking about.

-

The hall rented for the dance was, in a word, big.

It was decorated to the nines and full of Gotham Academy students, all dressed for the occasion.

Music was already playing and tables were already full of refreshments.

The ecstatic class practically skipped into the hall, all except Marinette.

The miraculous wielder stuck behind, slowly walking in as opposed to her eager peers. She was nervous to be here.

While the rest of her friends stuck close to Lila or danced with their partners, Marinette stayed at one of the tables on the outer edge of the hall, sitting by herself.

She smiled as she watched Nino spin Alya around as the couple laughed. She was glad at least they were having fun.

She was so focused on watching her friends, she didn’t notice the boy walking up to her until he sat down in the chair next to her.

“Excuse me?” The boy called, nearly startling her. She whipped her head over to look at him. He had dark hair, tan skin and the greenest eyes she’d ever seen.

“Yes?” Her voice was a little hoarse as it came out. Clearly she wasn’t expecting to use it.

“I normally don’t approach strangers, but it didn’t sit right with me to watch you sit here all alone. May I keep you company?” The boy asked. Marinette blinked at him.

“Oh, um, sure!” She gave him a smile. “That’s very nice of you. I’m Marinette.” She offered her hand for a shake.

“Damian.” He introduced himself, taking her offered hand and pulling it to his lips. “It’s very nice to meet you.”

“Y-you too!” She squeaked, her face tinting pink. Damian smiled at her.

“May I ask what a beautiful young lady like yourself is doing by herself at a dance?” He asked, gently putting her hand down.

“Oh, well…” Marinette trailed off, glancing downward. “Um, my class and I aren’t as close as we used to be, and most of my friends are with their partners, so I didn’t want to bother them.”

Damian frowned. “I’m sure you wouldn’t be bothering them if you are their friend, but I understand wanting to sit away from all of the action.”

“Are you not a fan of dances?” She asked.

“More the crowd. I try not to draw too much attention to myself. I find it unamusing.” His face twisted in distaste.

Marinette giggled. “I get that. I try to stay under the radar too.”

“Well, I’m glad I decided to stick to the shadows tonight. I got to meet you.” His face softened when he looked back at her.

Marinette flushed deeper, bowing her head shyly. “Yeah, I-I’m glad I did too.”

The two spent a while talking to each other, staying in their own bubble away from the noise of their peers. Eventually they walked over to the refreshments to get themselves some punch and continued to talk over there.

“What’s your favorite piece that you’ve designed?” Damian asked, continuing their conversation about hobbies.

Marinette pointed sheepishly as her gown.

Damian’s eyes widened. “You made this?”

She nodded. “From scratch.”

“That is..quite impressive.” He mused, admiring the dress for the millionth time that night. “My brother would lose his mind over you. He is always keeping track of up and coming designers.”

“Oh yeah?” She smiled. “I’d love to meet him sometime. Is he your only brother?”

Damian snorted. “Hardly. I have three brothers and a sister. And on top of that, two pseudo sisters and a pseudo brother.”

“Wow,” Marinette laughed. “That’s such a big family.”

“Tell me about it.” Damian muttered. “Do you have any siblings?”

She shook her head. “No, just me. I’d love to have some, though. You’re very lucky.”

“You haven’t tried living with them, Angel.”

She laughed again, taking a small sip of punch.

She’d nearly finished her cup when the music slowed down and the students on the dance floor either stepped back or grabbed partners to dance with.

Marinette watched as Nino and Alya, Juleka and Rose, and Ivan and Mylene all paired up on the floor.

“Marinette,” Damian’s voice pulled her attention back.

“Yes?”

He extended his hand to her. “May I have this dance?”

Marinette stared at him a moment, a smile slowly working its way to her face. “I would love to.” And with that she set down her cup and took the boy’s hand, letting him lead her to the dance floor.

Once on the floor, Damian placed his free hand on her waist, his other still grasping hers. Marinette moved her free hand to his shoulder.

“I might step on your feet.” She whispered guiltily. Damian chuckled softly.

“That’s fine by me.” He pulled her a bit closer.

Unbeknownst to the pair, who were too wrapped up in each other, they had formed quite an audience.

“Is that Marinette with Damian Wayne..?”

“Oh my gosh, look at the way he’s looking at her.”

“The Ice Prince has a girlfriend?”

“Who is that girl? Her dress is stunning.”

Whispers from both of their peers filled the hall, as the other couples stepped back to watch Damian and Marinette.

“You’re beautiful.” Damian murmured, momentarily moving his hand from her waist to brush her bangs out of her eyes.

Marinette gazed back at him, completely captivated. “Thank you.” She breathed.

The slow song played its final cords and the tempo sped up again.

Spell broken, Marinette finally noticed all of the staring, looking around self consciously. “Damian..?” She said his name cautiously.

“C’mon.” Damian said, taking her hand and leading her off the dance floor.

“Why were they staring at us?” She asked once they were in a quieter part of the hall. Damian sighed.

“Because I’m a Wayne.” His voice sounded dejected.

“A..Wayne?” She asked, tilting her head to the side.

“Yes, as in Bruce Wayne’s son, The CEO of Wayne Enterprises? The biggest sponsor of Gotham Academy? Any of that sound familiar?”

Marinette just shook her head.

Damian stared at her for a long moment before he began to chuckle.

“Wait, so, you don’t know who I am?” He asked.

She shook her head again, shrugging. “Sorry?”

“No, no, don’t be.” He quickly took her hands. “I just thought that was the only reason you kept my company tonight. Because of who my family is.”

“Of course not.” She said softly, squeezing his hands in her own. “I spent all this time with you because I like you…” Her voice went quiet and shy near the end.

“I like you, too..” He murmured, squeezing her hands back. “Would you, erm, like to do something while you’re here? Maybe on your free day?”

Marinette smiled, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “I would be glad to.”

-

Once the dance was over and the pair bid farewell for the night, Marinette made her way out front to the waiting limo.

Her class, suddenly having more than enough time for her, swarmed her as she approached, asking her various questions about Damian.

Marinette just grinned and brushed them off.

[littlebuddynoah]

i was getting ready for school, putting my long brown hair into a messy bun. as i looked at my blue eyes in the mirror, my mom came in. "i sold you to pay our debts." she said. "come meet your new masters." i went downstairs and there they were.... the drama brothers

[creativeashproductions]

Magician Behind the Music // Owen Joyner

sagSummary: Being in a studio recording songs is an intimidating experience for anyone regardless of age. Wanting the best in the business for his soundtrack Kenny Ortega brings his cast to the best in the business. Heading the production is no ever than Y/N with a certain sparkle when it comes to the tall blonde.

Warning: Swearing, insecurity, oblivious!reader and fluff

Words: 2.1k

A/N: I know nothing about producing songs so I ended up winging it. About time I make a fic for Owen

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Masterlist

The studio had the sound of music as a group of people walk down the hall of the building that housed world-renowned recording studio. The office chair was leaning back as a figure sat listening to the nearly finished album. Forest green Sanuk slip-on shoes on the feet of the individual the door opening wasn’t heard.

“Girls you wanna hear the finished product?” You questioned from your seat behind the large control panel. The four girls on the video chat excited responded enthusiastic band members.

Not needing anymore push the song replaced the one that had been playing as background noise. Sliding the volume up the music, you had both produced and featured played through the speakers. As the pre-chorus and the chorus came, you couldn’t help but start singing.

 I find peace in every story you told

 I think of you, I’ll never be alone

 It’s true, true, true

 You know I do, do, do

 Oh, I need you more than words can say

 Oh, you save me in ways that I can’t explain

 Always been there for me, now I’ll do the same

 Oh, I need you more than words can say

All five that poured themselves on the song couldn’t help but bop along with the catchy words and beat. By far, one of your most favourite songs you ever co-wrote, feature and produce. You and little Mix had been desiring to co-work on something for years now.

“That pre-chorus and chorus are the favourites of my career!” You excitedly announced glancing up the glass separating the booth from the control room. Your face found a handful of young adults and Kenny in the reflection.

“It’s gonna be a bop to sing!” Perrie agreed with her hair in messy space buns sitting at her computer desk in comfy clothes.

Jesy, Leigh-Anne and Jade wore similar loungewear in the safety of their homes after travelling out of LA back to England. An entire week spent solely on writing music and recording with a few sleepover nostalgic of the teen years.

“I gotta go. My next clients are here.” You told the excited British girl group before your cursor ended the video chat.

Pushing off with your toe on the floor, you faced the group seated taking in the awed expressions from the song. Part of you is annoyed at the blatant disregard of professionalism and the potential of the song being leaked.

“Charlie, Owen, Jeremy, and Madison this is my friend Y/N. She’s a musician, songwriter and a producer.” Kenny spoke, waving towards your seat position at the forefront of the control panel.

Your eyes gleamed brighter with the teal blue cable knit sweater paired with a pair of fitted blue jeans. The pros of being a producer in a recording studio meant the work attire was relaxed compared to desk jobs. It appeared this group was similar.

“Hello.” You spoke standing up to be closer to the group, “I believe you have a soundtrack needed? I’m Y/N Y/L/N. I’d like to ask that the song you overheard not be spoken about again.”

“I’m Charlie.” The brunette with a white hat put on backwards immediately shook your hand. Even with the hat, you could tell his hair was a gorgeous brown that contrasted his pretty eyes hazel green eyes.

“Hi Charlie.” You smiled at the male before stepping around him to the other three people in the room. The only other girl in the room was most definitely the lead of whatever show Kenny was currently doing.

“You’re Madison.” You spoke, taking in her youthful appearance and the quiet wisdom flowing within her eyes, the colour of dark coffee grounds. Her hair was down in her natural texture, resting on the shoulders of her muted olive green shirt.

“Jeremy.” Came from the shorter boy with startling rich dark brown almost black hair and eyes you couldn’t discern between blue or green. His cheeks a permanent pink flush but an infectious grin, “How are you?”

“My collaborators for a song liked it, and I’m not going to explain what you’ll be doing in the booth.” You replied gesturing to the enclosed space with the microphone and a stand of instruments.

Brushing off any other details you finally came to the only nameless individual in the room with the only blonde head of hair.

“Owen.” The blonde spoke softly with his eyes nearly begging to leave your expression with the anxiety building. This was so new for Owen, and unlike anything, he had ever experienced before in his life.

“Take a seat.” You motioned towards the long couch against the wall opposite the recording booth. It was a plus that extended couch perfect for a short nap after a near all-nighter. Your studio was the only one with such a good sofa.

“I’ve worked with Kenny on his Descendants series with the cast along with strictly only musicians. I say this with respect with Kenny, but if you don’t respect me or my process, I won’t hesitate to end this. It’s in the contract.” You sternly told the young individuals, “That being said. Your voice is an instrument that needs to be cared for. You need to be careful with it.”

The vocal coach dove into a more detailed list of the items not to be ingested by actors. The same thing happened with every new client you met after the horror film of a massacre a few years previous. As they went over, you looked over the schedule.

The binder was thick with the different songs in the series with jot notes in the margins. Kenny sat in the other chair, looking at them.

“So, Jeremy is the only one with experience?” You questioned glancing up at your elder with a look of curiosity. Kenny nodded with a fond smile, “Okay so let’s get his vocals for the first song recorded. That way, the others have a first-hand look at how it happens.”

Jeremy was quick to rid himself of his jacket to slide into the booth with the headphones resting on only one ear. In two hours, you had guided Madison and Charlie through their parts of this session. Your mouth opened to invite Owen into the booth but his demeanour concerned you.

“Kenny, how about we take a break for lunch?” You subtly guided Kenny to look at Owen before he quickly agreed.

Charlie was practically skipping out of the recording studio with his hands nudging Jeremy on his way out. Madison, led by her father, left right after leaving Owen to just about exit the room.

“Hey Owen?” You spoke, bringing the tensed young man’s attention, “Can you give me a moment?”

His head of thick blonde hair hesitantly nodded as Kenny followed the other cast members out of the room. Gently nudging the door closed you guided him to sit on the couch with you stationed in the office chair.

“First time recording is a bitch of pressure. I completely understand because I’ve guided people and been guided in the booth.” You began leaning forward to meet his eyes, “I know as someone with anxiety it’s intimidating. Let me know. Whatever you tell me will stay between us.”

Owen was quiet, “I’ve done other projects. I’ve never had the opportunity to have a role as a drummer. I guess this is overwhelming.”

“How about you hop into the room, and we mess around with a song?” You questioned, “I can show you how I produce if you’d like.”

“I’d like that.” Owen’s lips curved just a fraction into a ghost of a smile with the tension in his shoulders melting.

For the next two hours, you spent time in the booth explaining the equipment’s role in the recording. After he gave a short lyric, you invited him to sit by the soundboard with you to walk him through it. All the while, you shared the pizza you had ordered for both of you.

 “I started in the business as background vocals for a few bands before I delved into my own career as a musician. I believe I was about seventeen when I got to be part of people getting the songs ready for fans. I fell in love and find it more fun behind the soundboard.” You informed the blonde listening to a recent song you had finished.

“This is insanely cool. I think I’m ready to record my parts.” Owen admitted playing with his fingers. In response, you typed out a quick message to Kenny, bringing the other people back after a long break.

As much as you would have loved creating the soundtrack, it wasn’t possible with your other commitments. Leaving the work in Alana’s capable hands, you had been packing for your visit to the UK for performing the song with Little Mix. Owen, having the day off, had found himself in your apartment as he had for the last few weeks.

“Do you really have to go?” Owen whined, staring at with his head tilted back on the couch. Lips pursed in a pout and blue eyes shining sadly.

“As much as I would adore falling for that look, we both know I have to.” You admitted dropping packing to snuggle into his side, “What’s up with you lately?”

“What do you mean?” He questioned, rolling his head on the back of the couch you look at you. From the position, he couldn’t see your face, but that didn’t stop him from staring.

“It’s hard to describe, but you get flustered when certain songs come on. You’ve been ditching the cast to spend time with me.” You listed off, staring off into the distance, “You got Charlie to drive in the opposite direction of your work to pick me up.”

“What kind of songs?” Owen inquired with one arched eyebrow high. You shifted to stare up at the soft look in his pretty blue eyes.

“It was some duet from that tv series about the High School Musical films…” Your sentence trailed off as everything clicked, “You have feelings for me.”

“Thought it was blatantly obvious. I danced with you in the rain at midnight while I sang to you. I think that’s the most obvious action.” Owen chuckled brushing a strand of hair behind your ear as he took in the startled expression

Owen had walked you home after a late recording session with the cast talking each other’s ear off with different subjects. His hand had slid into yours as he tugged you into the ice cream shop on the way; a scoop each. His eyes glued to every move you made with passion behind every single word.

“-they came to me about a song. It’s a surprise for Kenny, I suppose.” Your one holding the ice cream cone nearly went flying with the motion you made. Your other clasped in Owen’s without even realizing it.

“So, it’s the last song you’ll be helping us on, right?” Owen asked halting to toss the napkin from his cone in the closest bin. You followed suit while intertwining your fingers back together.

“The girls want to do a short little radio tour to promote the single. It would be a month most likely to brainstorm new ideas for songs. We’ve all agreed to collaborate in the future.” You informed the nineteen-year-old. He was a year and a half younger than you.

“When-”

Your sudden squeal cut him off as the sky opened up to a sudden pouring of rain on the two of you. Had you not been so focused on the conversation you would have seen the cloudy sky and the light drizzle of rain.

“Whoa!” Owen laughed, tugging you into his arms in a complete act of spontaneity. His voice softly singing one of your favourite songs.

As he twirled you around in the rain, he serenaded you with Edwin McCain’s song ‘I’ll Be’ unapologetically sharing a piece of himself. It seemed the universe took pity on the male by allowing him to dance smoothly with his friend.

“This is my favourite song.” You giggled as he dipped you with one of your legs in the air. The joy in your features melting the actor’s heart.

“You’ve been playing it every day for the last week.” Owen beamed, leaning his forehead on yours as he trailed off the end of the song, “I’ve memorized every lyric in it.”

With rainwater dripping down your nose the words settled in your mind cementing something you had been only slightly aware of. Playing that song often meant one thing: you had deep feelings for someone.

The someone being Owen Joyner.

“I’m kind of stupid.” You snorted turning to wrap your arms around his neck, “I’ve got no doubts I fell in love with you in that dance.”

Owen’s grin preceded a toe-curling kiss that was the first of many that would happen.

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[ramp-it-up]

Fresh Squeeze 9

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x OFC Linden Marshall (You)

Set in 2023, post-pandemic. Isabela, PR

Warnings: Cursing, implied drug use (marijuana), drinking, Anthony Ramos, Fluff. Poorly described performing, Plot. SMUT,  Graphic depictions of sex. Mature themes and situations.18+. Dom! Daveed, unprotected sex (wrap it when you tap it folks), sex in da club, breeding kink.

Word Count: 5.5 K

Plot: It’s Linden’s birthday and her present is Daveed Diggs. 

I PROMISE, my heaux, I meant for their first time to be all candlelight and rose petals and a nice bed, but… they just took over with their horny selves.  Hope it’s okay. All mistakes my own.

Previous Chapter

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Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, you thought as you watched Daveed’s chocolate, muscled back retreat into his room.

Although you could feel yourself drawn to him like a magnet, you didn’t want to lose yourself to a relationship again. You’d worked too hard and come too far. 

But this attraction was like nothing you’d ever felt before.

You went to the kitchen, getting some water to quench your thirst. You decided to calm down by watching the waves as you drank.

In his room, Daveed laid out what he was going to wear, and take off, that night.  He looked in his bag for his chains and then had a thought.  

He opened his door to see you at the bar in the kitchen, drinking something and looking out at the surf.

Although he wanted to enjoy the view of you, he called your name and strolled out of his room.

“Linden!”

When you heard him call your name, you slowly turned around, not knowing whether to expect him to grab you and take you back to his room, or tell you that he’d decided that you should just be friends. 

But all that anxiety was wiped away with that killer smile of his. You smiled back up at him hopefully.

You looked delectable to Daveed, but he came back out with a purpose. He nodded toward what was in his hand.

“Will you rock my chain?…”  

He held it out, a 30 inch Cuban link chain that seemed kinda heavy. You looked at it and then at him, amused.

“What are we? In high school?”

Damn, Daveed sure did feel like it.  You made him so unsure. So he played off his nerves and chuckled.

“Nah, far from it.” 

But when he bit his lip you felt those adolescent butterflies that flew in your belly when your crush looked at you. 

“I just like seeing you wear my stuff. Today it was….”  

The vision of you wearing his cutoff jeans and fingering yourself while he talked you through an orgasm was making him firm.

 “It was... Yeah.”  Daveed gulped and mentally told himself to calm down.

Your face got warm as Daveed looked down at the chain in his hand and then held it out to you. You just stared at it.

“I dunno. What does this mean for this…relationship?”  Shit, you were playing yourself. What made you say the “R” word?

You looked up at Daveed and his eyes lit up, even though he tried to hide it, you could tell. He just cleared his throat and made a joke.

“So, I just thought you could wear it tonight… It’s a loan. Not trying to give you any jewelry or nothing like that.”  

His lopsided smile was everything. But  you didn’t dare show how happy you were in that moment. But damn, you were happy.

Daveed didn’t want you to get offended like earlier, but he thought it was too late when he saw the pout on your face.

“You promised to get me some nipple clamps…”

All Daveed could do was stare at your lips; his mind blanked at the vision of you in sex jewelery.  

All of his willpower was in this moment. He almost bent down and threw you over his shoulder to take to his room, but… 

He laughed and smiled, all cool on the outside.

“I did say that, didn’t I?”  HIs voice was an octave lower and your insides quivered at the tone.

You nodded at him, all wide eyed and ready to fuck.  He cleared his throat again. 

“Well, this is the best I can do. In a pinch.”  

You flashed back to him manhandling you earlier, pinching and rolling your nipples just like you liked it. 

A good Sir. So hot. And he had you right where he wanted you.

 “So will you wear it?” 

You reached and took the chain in your hand, its weight heavier than you’d imagined.

You looked up at him, then the chain, then back at him made him wish the night away so he could do what he wanted with you.  

“Yes. Sir. “ 

The way you looked at him, innocent yet greedy. Damn he needed to fuck you. His dick pulsed and swelled, pulling blood from his brain, making him a little euphoric.

Fuck yeah. That hard dick dopamine.

You felt the control you had over him. The way his pretty brown eyes were blown the moment you said’ Sir’ did something you.

“If I offered to suck your dick, right now, would you tell me no again? I don’t like rejection, Daveed.”

“Linden!” 

He grabbed you by the back of your neck and hip, and pulled you to him, pressing your barely clothed body to his, making you feel how hard you had gotten him through his swim trunks.

“You trying to control me is not going to work, sweetheart. I’m in control. As far as sucking my dick goes, I’ll tell you when, how and if you can even breathe.”

Daveed’s eyes searched yours, seeing the halfway here, halfway there look in your eyes. 

He looked at your open mouth gasping for air and he took it, covering your mouth with his.

Then he pulled back.  

“Got it?”

“Y-yes Sir.” 

This time, the phrase served to calm him. He rested his forehead against yours. While he cupped your cheeks in his hands.

“Linden, are you SURE that’s what you want? I could really hurt you.” He took a deep, ragged breath and looked down. 

“I-I’m not sure I can control my…..baser tendencies with you. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this way. I don’t want to think I’m…”

“Daveed, I’m grown. I know what I’m doing. I want this. I’ll take what you give me. I’ll take it all.” You smiled at him as he looked back up at you.

“You don’t have to be gentle with me. I don’t break easy.” You leaned in and whispered in his ear. “I told you what I like.”  

You straightened up and stared straight into his eyes.

He knew you were trying it again. This time he just chuckled and kissed you on the forehead.

“Alright then. Patience….” 

He didn’t finish the sentence because he just realized what he was going to add to the end of it. And he knew it was true, but it would just freak you out.

He let you go and then backed toward his room as you turned around and leaned against the bar to watch him go.  

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An hour later, Ant, Rafael and Daveed were gone and you had showered and started to pick out your outfit for the night.  

You decided that less was more, so you opted for a red bandeau top and jean shorts.  

Daveed’s chain was so long that you could double it up as a choker, and you thought that was appropriate for the night. 

You didn’t want to look like you were trying too hard, so you threw your hair up in a messy bun and put on your gold hoop earrings. 

Time in the sun had been good to you so you did minimal make-up.  You surveyed your handiwork in the mirror.

You liked what you saw and if Daveed didn’t, well, it was his loss.

Despite your nerves, you reveled in the anticipation for tonight. But you also thought that you’d be okay if you just fell asleep in Daveed’s arms.  

You cocked your head at your reflection. 

What the hell was wrong with you? Did you want Daveed or not?  Were you afraid of his dom ways or did they make you feel free?  You didn’t know what the fuck was going on inside your brain.

So you just decided to go with what your body told you.

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“Goddam girl!  If I wasn’t engaged, I would fuck you my damn self.”

You laughed at Jasmine whistling at you while Craig shook his head as you came out to them waiting on you in the living room. You put on your fanny pack and your high heeled sandals.

“Are you going to sing tonight, Jas?”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m not really feeling it, but I can't resist when Ant calls me up on stage. I’ll do one, maybe two.” 

“Stop lying Jas. That silly grin on your face matches this bitch right here.” 

You looked behind you because Craig was pointing in your direction.

“Who? Me?” The blood was draining from your face

“Don’t try it, you are already sprung on whatever Daveed did to you this afternoon. It’s over with.  You might as well make wedding plans along with Jasmine.”

You shook your head, a little terrified at what Craig was saying. Jasmine and Craig were busy laughing but you were busy freaking out.

“No, it’s not like that…”

Craig looked into your eyes and saw that you were spooked.

“Okay, Lindy, I’m just kidding. Y’all just kickin it, I get it.” 

He knew you were on edge. “Let’s get ready to go. I want to see a show and maybe find me someone to get sprung on .”

The mood was lightened a bit and ya’ll decided to depart.

-----

Three hours later:

You and Jasmine were turnt up close to the stage in a teeny weeny VIP section in the small club. 

You had your drink in your hand and were feeling Anthony’s set.  Daveed and Rafa were drinking and watching from the side of the stage.

“Why don’t you just go down there, take her back stage and kill all this tension, man.”

Rafael peeped Daveed clocking you.

Daveed grinned his shy grin at his friend.

“Nah, man.  This feeling is everything.” 

He made eye contact with you, winked and took a sip of his drink, sure that he looked cool even though his stomach was doing flips.

Rafa just smiled and drank some more himself, enjoying all of this playing out.

Craig was chatting some guy up at the bar and you and Jasmine were just enjoying the show.

Why do I push through the day/Like tomorrow's gonna figure it out, figure it out, figure it out/ Like someone else will figure it out, figure it out, figure it out..

You were singing louder than most of the crowd and Ant was laughing at you from the stage because you were loose and loving it.  Your arms were spread out and you were swaying with the music.  

Someone came up and embraced you from behind, swaying with you and you opened your eyes to see Jasmine’s face beside yours.

You grinned, turned around and started slow dancing with her, each of you singing and looking up at Anthony.  

He looked over at Rafa and D. They just shook their heads.

He managed to finish the song before cracking up and said.

“Ay, where’s the bouncer, this chick is tryna steal my girl.”  

Everyone looked at you when he pointed but you just flipped him off and then tried to kiss Jasmine on the cheek.

She turned her head at the last minute and you kissed her full on the lips.  You two went with it and hammed it up for effect. It was a classic movie make out scene.

When you separated, Anthony was just staring at you two.

Daveed and Rafa came out on stage to get a better look and you could hear Craig shouting, “Get it, Ladies!” from the back of the club.

Ant’s eyes were wide and he said, “I think I just forgot the lyrics to all my songs.”

Everyone laughed and then he said, “But I’m having too much fun, yo, I don’t want my set to end, so let’s go “One More Hour.”

Everyone sang along for the intro and turned up for the chorus.

Let's go one more hour/ Lovin' this encounter/ Usually I'm gone now/I'm not ready/ I don't really wanna go

After that fun, Anthony called Jasmine up to the stage, and she gave you a wink as she went up.  

It was so sweet watching her give him a peck on the cheek and him adjust the mic for her.  

Jasmine’s voice. Was every. Thing.  

You just stood in front of her on the floor as she sang on stage and you were just blown away. And when they sang together,

Cause they can write stories/ They can sing songs/But they don't make fairytales/ Sweeter than ours

You just about melted.

“Ok guys, we’re gonna take ten so my boys can get set up.  Order a drink from the bar.”

Jasmine came down from the stage with you again.

“Our little smooch got Ant riled up! Zaddy gonna zick me down goot tonite!” 

Jasmine was hyped and you laughed at her lust.

“Wingwoman activated!”  You thought they were so cute together.

Her eyes were sparkling.

“Time to return the favor.”

Jasmine nodded her head and you looked behind you to catch Daveed checking you out.

She grabbed your hands. “Come up and sit in the wings with me!”

You knew what she was doing. “Oh no. I want to experience the show.”

“Trust. For the Boys, especially Daveed, you need up on the stage.”

You giggled, your drink and the fun getting you loose, and followed her on the stage.

Ant and Rafa approached. You couldn’t decipher the look on Anthony’s face.

“About you making out with my girl...” 

He and Rafael looked at each other and Anthony broke out into a grin. 

“Do it any time you like, as long as I get to watch.”

Rafa nodded vigorously as you and Jasmine broke up in laughter.

“Perv.” 

You couldn’t handle Anthony’s antics tonight. Your nerves were everywhere. Rafa seemed to sense it and led you over to a stool. 

“M’Lady,” 

Rafael bowed and kissed your hand, keeping his eyes on you. You giggled.

“In all seriousness, though. You look amazing tonight.”  His eyes were something.

“Thank you, Rafa.” 

You smiled up at him, taking the fact that he was being extra smiley tonight. You could smell some of that premium PR indica. 

Oh.

Rafael glanced behind you. 

“Enjoy the show,”  he said, before kissing your cheek and buzzing back to the mic.

Then you realized what was up.

Daveed was right there, standing behind you, radiating his heat. 

"Hey.” 

The subtle rich texture of his voice made the butterflies try to fly out of your throat, but you kept cool.

Daveed inhaled the scent of your hair. You were intoxicating. He didn’t need indica.

"Hey yourself."

You didn't turn around, but you could tell that he was smiling.  

“I’m glad you’re right here for the set. You’ll be able to feel… the music so much more intensely.”

"Ah.”

Daveed moved even closer to you.  You could feel his breath. He was leaning down near your bare shoulder and alllllmost kissing it, but instead coming so close as to cause a feeling to begin between your legs and travel up your spine to your neck which he was so close to.

The music started as he straightened up and began to say something in a low voice, meant for your ears only. 

"I love what you’ve done with my chain. Looks like a choker. Beautiful. Makes me think about tonight.” 

Your eyes closed, because those words were hot.

“Hmmm? What about it?” 

You were trying to concentrate on Rafael hopping up and down. You were frozen to the stool, torn between wanting to hear what he was going to say and not wanting to at the same time.

"Mmmmm. About wrapping my hand around your throat and cutting off your breath while I dig out that indecision of yours. About making you so high that you forget about everything but us in that moment.”

You closed your eyes and inhaled a cleansing breath, because you felt like getting filthy. Right now.  You decided to play coy.

"Maybe,” you responded. If you said too many more words, he would hear the trembling in your being. He sensed it anyway.

“Definitely,” he countered, so sure. You tried to get mad, but failed. You two remained in this crackling energy between you, even though you couldn’t see each other’s eyes.

You couldn’t stand it anymore, so you stretched and craned your head backwards to look up into his baby browns. You didn’t know it, but everyone in your crew was watching, mesmerized by the vibe between you. Y’all glowed together.

Daveed’s heart was beating an accelerated rhythm. He didn’t need to warm up with you here. Before he knew it he’d kissed you on the forehead, then jogged out on stage.  He was so hyped.

“Awww!” Jasmine was smiling and clapping.

You rolled your eyes at her as the set began as she sat beside you.

“Don't front.  I have never.”  She looked you in the eye. “And I mean NEVER, seen D with anyone like that.”

You just shook your head. A little afraid of what she’d just said. You just pointed to the stage while she laughed at you.

——

You were very attentive as Daveed and Rafael worked the crowd. This was an entirely different side to them. You’d seen them act and seen videos of performances, but being here in person while they did music together was quite the scene. 

Rafael’s virtuosity shined first. He performed “Bad Egg”, and you melted when he sang “Oxygen.” Then, Jasmine got out and helped  

Jasmine helped the Boys out with “Program,” which was amazing and funny and awe inspiring. You and Anthony and Craig, who had joined you were busy jumping around and singing for the short song in the wings.

Rafa came off stage in mock outrage into your mini mosh pit. You were having a ball.

He grabbed a water bottle and raised his eyebrow at you.

“Wait for it.”

You had no idea what he was talking about.

Daveed took a swig of water and laughed into the mic. He cut his eyes over to you quickly and then back out to the audience.

“So I’m in a band called Clipping.”  The crowd went wild. Daveed smiled as the opening noise of “Wriggle” came up on the sound system.

“We’re about to take a journey through some of our more ‘pop’ songs, if Clipping. songs could be called pop. That adorable fucking laugh.

And then it all changed as Daveed started spitting out words that you hadn’t noticed before tonight were highly sexual.

Is it tight enough, is it wet enough?..../You always hoped to experience domination/….ass up/ don’t move/ Don't move/ Get slapped/ Can't run/ Bring it back/ Tighten up/ Stay strapped/ Make it red/ Make it clap, clap/ Clamp that mouth shut, bounce for your boy

You tore your eyes away from him to the audience and saw that they were going crazy. You were hella impressed.

Everyone in this club knew the words or at least heavily vibed with the music.

And Daveed looked so happy, his finger indicating the cadence of the music and his smile getting wider and wider as the music crescendoed, then he started jumping and the experience was amazing.  He rapped with his free hand and his whole body. He was a tall chocolate ball of energy.

The music started to transition to an all too familiar beat.

The minute Daveed spit the first line, the crowd went apeshit. He held his finger up to his lips and everyone got quiet.

Don’t move nothing/ Statue..

And this was the interactive part of the performance.  Daveed jumped and moved so much that he was covered in sweat.  

"Man, it's hot up here under these lights."  Daveed lifted his shirt up to wipe his forehead. The crowd went crazy again.

You had never felt the urge to faint before just from a human being, but damn. You smirked as he glanced at you and ascertained your situation. He grinned, wiped his face some more and then took it completely off, throwing it toward the wings, right at you. 

Everyone dove so that you were the only one in range to catch it, which you did.  It was wet with his sweat and his smell and you struggled not to bring it to your face.  

You trembled a bit as you stared at his sweat covered body, getting wet and just  wanting to lick his abs clean. 

Daveed transitioned into a medley, beginning with Work, Work,

Holler out your city if you ride for it/Let em know why you die for it… 

He continued through the chorus, 

“Get that work/Make that work work…” 

and then transitioned to “Body and Blood” and then to “Enlacing.”

The lyrics 

“Get your ass down to the floor,” 

served to do just that.  You were hypnotized by the rhythm, despite the subject matter, you were being seduced by Daveed’s tone and cadence. 

When he turned to you for a full 10 seconds while performing, you were locked in.

He finished his set and you didn’t know how to feel.  

Jealous of all the people screaming for him to bone them then and there?

 Nah, you could certainly understand that.  

Embarrassed that you felt like a groupie that wanted to take him back stage and suck his soul out? 

Again, understandable. 

You just didn’t know what to do with these feelings.

You looked over and your friends were huddled up whispering, and you were sure about you.  You straightened up in the stool as Rafael and crew caught you looking. Daveed came off stage and grabbed the water bottle out of your hand. He stood there, just glistening and shit. 

"I really like your thighs in those shorts." 

Daveed wanted to trace the line that the shorts took across your thighs, but didn't dare do it with everyone watching. He just stared at them and thought they would look nice around his shoulders.

You flushed even hotter. 

"Thanks, I get ‘em from my mama." You laughed with him. "I really like those guns." You were bold and traced a finger down his biceps. You felt his slight shiver and tried to hide a smile.

"Thanks, my Dad passed them down." He laughed again.

“Genetics, man. Thank God for genetics.” You were serious. 

“Amen.” 

Daveed lifted the bottle to you in a toast before taking another swig. He offered you some. He looked into your eyes and you knew he wasn't offering you just a drink.

"Yes please. I'm very thirsty. Sir." 

You stared back at him. He held the water bottle to your lips, praying that his hand held steady while you tilted your head back and drank. 

Daamnnn! Daveed thought. He wanted to give you something else to drink, but he still had work to do. Rafael was there to remind him too.

Rafa cleared his throat and nodded his head toward the stage. Daveed nodded in response and grabbed his t-shirt.  You grasped to hold it fast before you realized that it was his and let it go with a little laugh.  You watched Daveed’s body as he put his shirt back on and he winked yet again before he turned to go on stage.

Your panties were ruined.  But you thought he knew that.

Jasmine came up beside you. “He did that shit on purpose,” you whispered.

Jas laughed and said, “Most definitely.”  

You were doomed.

----

You thoroughly enjoyed Daveed and Rafa’s set and even joined them on stage for “Microdosin.”

As soon as they thanked the crowd, Daveed grabbed your hand and led you backstage to the dressing room. It was standard fare, as you looked around, and you went to the mirror to check your lipstick as you watched Daveed lock the door.

You turned around and leaned against the make up mirror counter, watching as he took his shirt off again. You just stared.

The sight of you standing there with those fucking wide, innocent looking eyes got Daveed even harder than he already was. He was rock hard the entire time during that last set, and he knew he gave a great performance.

“I just…” 

He looked you up and down, then he moved quickly and grabbed your waist as you leaned back, hands bracing yourself on the counter. Daveed looked at you hungrily and even licked his lips. Like a wolf.

“I  just can’t wait to get you back to the beach house.” 

Daveed’s thumbs were on your belly, and as his hands moved up, they dug under your top, and not gently.  You gasped as his thumbs insistently reached your nipples and pressed.  You put your hands on his bare chest and there you felt beating a mile a minute.  You looked at your right hand, which was over his heart.

“Feel what you do to me?”  

You knew he wasn’t talking about his erection, which was pinning you against the makeup mirror.  You looked up into his eyes and saw the emotion there. You opened your mouth to speak and he kissed you.

When you separated, breathless, Daveed was resting his forehead against yours.

“I want to take my time with you, but right now, I…”

You pecked him on the lips again.

“Daveed. Fuck me...now.”  You started moving your hip against his, causing him to respond in kind.

"If I do that, I'm going to tear that ass up..." He planted a kiss below your earlobe.

You rubbed your palms against his nipples, rubbing in circles. You felt him shudder.

You could feel it in the pit of your stomach. "You promise?" 

You looked him fully in the eye. Daveed reached down and hiked up your thigh so that he could feel the warmth at your core. He palmed your cheek and you turned your head into it, giving him a kiss.  He put his thumb into your mouth.

“Just… wait… shit… suck… damn…” Daveed almost lost it as your lips enveloped his thumb and your tongue swirled around it.  You sucked, hard and your saliva began dripping down his hand.

There was no logic in Daveed’s head. Only sex.  He pulled both hands away from you and began fumbling with his belt. He grabbed his dick and started stroking, using your saliva to lubricate.

“Fuck, Lindy, I need…”

All you could do was stare. It was fucking BIG.  Long and thick and everything you dreamed. The juicy precum you saw made you thirsty.

You put your hand on it to gather some with your own thumb and brought it up to suck. You closed your eyes as you tasted him.  You moaned and then pulled off your top.

“Please, please, fuck me Daveed.” You were panting, your lips open. Daveed wanted to insert various body parts, his finger, his tongue, his cock. 

“Shit, Lindy.  I don’t have any condoms here.  I purposely left them at the house…”

You smiled at him and started unbuttoning your shorts. 

“You didn’t listen to me earlier.  I can’t have kids, D. And I haven’t had sex since, you know who.  But…” 

You pulled down your shorts, turned around and presented your panty-clothed ass to him.  

“I don’t know if you want…” 

Daveed stared, practically drooling, still stroking himself and now, pulling your panties to the side and slapping his dick on your ass. He looked at your reflection in the mirror, grabbed his chain and pulled you upright so that he could speak in your ear.  He pinched your nipple while he stroked up and down your slit from behind as he spoke.

“I want to hear you scream." His voice in your ear was deep and sexy.

You closed your eyes and moaned softly as Daveed reached in and inserted first one finger, then two inside you. Shit you were tight. He looked down at the sight of his fingers inside you.

"Nah, you gotta see this. This shit is beautiful.” His voice was so sweet, then it completely changed. “So keep your fucking eyes open.”

He pulled your hips back as he used both thumbs to open you up as he advanced the head of his cock to your cunt. It met the breach and he pushed tentatively, and when you both felt that he was thicker than an easy entrance, you both sighed. He retreated.

“No!  Please please please please please! I can take it. I promise I’ll take it all!”

Daveed grunted. “Begging already.” He sucked his teeth. “ Lindy, we have such a long way to go.” 

With a forceful push, he entered you. And it stretched painfully at first, but after that first split second, the transcendent feeling of him inside your wet canal, molding you to him like a glove, made you want to cry. And when he started moving...

“FUCK! This isn’t supposed to feel this good. Shit, Lindy…” you could feel his cock pounding inside you and you fully agreed with it.

“Yesssss! Daveeeeddd!”  

Daveed started speeding up and going deeper and deeper, pushing your head down to the counter and pulling your hip back to meet his thrust and you began to scream when he started meeting your cervix.  

“Lindy, don’t judge me by this first encounter.  Because, I have to...” He grunted, because as he started to tell you, he started to feel himself losing control. “I have to get this…”  He moaned. “Shit, I NEED to get this nut.” 

“Fill me up Daveed. I want your cum.” 

With that, he slapped your ass cheek hard, and that delicious pain added to your pleasure as he started fucking you like he hated you. You threw it back and Daveed went crazy.

The mirror started banging against the wall.

You were lost as your screams and moans were surely able to be heard by anyone who would listen. But neither of you cared.

He pulled your hair and forced you to look at him in the mirror.  He felt himself about to bust, but he wasn’t going out like that.

“You gonna give me what I need? When I tell you to?”  Your eyes were barely open and you couldn’t speak, but you nodded as much as his grip on your hair allowed.

“Good Girl.”  Your pussy fluttered around him even more at that; he felt it and moaned.

And I don’t care how good it feels you better not come until I tell you to.”

“Fuck!” was all you could say.

“You like being a good girl for me?”

“Mmhmmhhmmhm!”  You couldn’t form words.  Daveed slapped your ass again. “Use your words, Linden.”

“I-I-I love being a Good Girl for you Sir.”

“Mmmmm You gonna take all this cum I have for you and wear it until we get back like a good girl?”  

“Y-yes, Sir. I’m going to keep all your cum inside me Sir.”

“Good Girl. Good God.”

Your whole body felt like it was tingling and about to explode.  Your legs were shaking.

Daveed reached around with his long arm and found your clit, the minute he pressed, your body convulsed.

“Ah, ah, ah….mmmm.” Daveed was trying to stop you, but he couldn’t stop himself. 

“Shit Lindy. Cum. Fucking Cum. Right gotdamn now.”

You shattered around his cock as he pumped into you, sending streams of cum against your cervix.  That sensation and the fact that Daveed didn’t stop circling your clit prolonged your orgasm for a good while.

You collapsed on the counter, as Daveed continued to stroke softly, making sure his cum stayed inside of  you.  He watched himself go in and out, still semi hard, and rubbed his thumbs along the column of your spine as he blew air on it to cool you off.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

He bent down and kissed your shoulder near your neck, causing you to arch your back at the sensation. Must be your spot. He took note and then slowly pulled out, pulling your thong back to cover your pussy.  He bent down to take a look at the moisture seeping through the material and he smiled at it.

Daveed pulled his pants up and went into the bathroom to wash his hands and came out to see you dressed and adjusting yourself in the mirror.  Your eyes met and you smiled shyly at him.  You turned around as he approached.

“I am going to judge you by what just happened, because that shit was amazing.”  You smiled up at him and Daveed was blinded for a minute, then smiled back down at you.

“You good?” he nodded downward.

“Yeah, gonna be a little uncomfortable keeping all of it in, but I will try.”

Daveed’s expression darkened.  “You better do it. Or else.”

Your look was mischievous in response.  “Or else what?”

“Don’t be a little brat.”

“Why not?”

“If you're going to act like a little brat, then I’m going to treat you like a little brat.”

“How’s that?”

“Don’t push it Lindy.”

You just grinned at him as he tried to keep a stern look on his face.  You were going to be his dom downfall. He was too soft for you. But you were making him hard again.

He caught his breath while you washed your hands.

What the fuck was he going to do? Daveed was in love with you.

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Chasing the Past Pt. 2 (Johnny Lawrence x Reader)

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Request by Anon: Could I please get a Johnny Lawrence imagine where he and the reader (who is daniels sister) are secretly dating. Maybe like an old flame back in the 80s and now they reconnected?

A/N: In the first part (Y/N), Daniel LaRusso’s sister,  came back to LA after five years of being away. She reconnects with Johnny and wakes up in his apartment after getting drunk at a party. In this part (Y/N) and Johnny have to face Daniel and his rage hahaha

Warnings: swearing(!!!), mentions of alcohol, angst, fluff and maybe a little bit of slight smut

Wordcount: 2473

Johnny’s face is almost doubled right in front you, but you see it as a good thing, twice as much of Johnny is great. Four bright blue eyes are much better than just two. But then there are two again. He has you close to him, his strong hands resting on your hips, slowly making their way further down to your ass and he is twirling you around. You dance. “I missed you, Johnny” you slur and cup his beautiful face, on it the dirtiest grin you have ever seen. He doesn’t answer, just squeezes your ass and suddenly kisses you. Almost too much tongue, red lipstick on his face, sloppy kisses on the neck and the jaw. You are melting under his touch.

Blurry way though the dark, you are laughing, Johnny and you still dancing together through the night. In his hand a bagged bottle, you don’t care what’s inside as you take a sip. You stop for a heated make-out session, he presses your back hardly against the wall of an apartment complex and his hands are already making their way under your sweatshirt. The bottle slips out of his hands and breaks on the ground. “God, I’ve been thinking about doing this for five years!” Johnny grunts and almost violently kisses you. “Get a fucking room!” someone shouts angrily in the distance “Get away from here, you fucking pervs!”

White sheets, clothes everywhere, naked bodies, Johnny’s hands all over you, moans. You are enjoying yourself. Johnny’s messy blonde hair.

____

“Fuck”, you said again, almost in disbelief but this time you were smiling. Out of the sudden, Johnny moved. Your heart started beating, you didn’t know if you were ready for any conversation. You didn’t even know if Johnny would regret this or not. You most certainly didn’t, you just wished to remember a little bit more of the steamy night.

“Good morning, princess”, he whispered, voice all raspy and sleepy, he yawned and stroked your hair, “Did you sleep well?”

“I feel like shit” you admitted and sat up, dragging the covers over your bare chest, which immediately stressed how your head was still heavy and spinning. You almost wished you didn’t sit up in the first place, you wanted to lay on Johnny’s chest again. But you didn’t and just stared at him. God, he was still so beautiful. You then signed over to his naked torso, “Did we…?” You still had to reassure yourself that this amazing night actually happened.

“Oh yeah” Johnny answered proudly and sat up too. You were surprised when the first thing he did was kissing you. This Johnny you didn’t know, you caught glimpses of him, but he never fully showed himself. Then he got out of bed, put on some clothes and turned to you.

“I’ll get you an Aspirin and then I will make you breakfast”

“What is it with you Johnny?” you asked, completely perplexed, “You never made me breakfast, you never cared the next morning” Johnny shrugged: “And you see what it got me, the girl who finally made me get over Ali and the fight with Daniel, who made my life a little less miserable just disappeared on me for five years without a trace. I don’t want you to disappear on me again for god knows how many years this time”

Without a trace was a lie, he still could’ve gone to Daniel LaRusso, ask him about his sister, ask for her phone number, her address. But when you went to college you made it perfectly clear that Daniel would kill him without having second thoughts for banging his sister and if he didn’t manage, you would’ve killed him yourself. And after all this time Johnny asked himself why he cared about that, why he was such a pussy and cared about what Daniel would think and do, above all. Now he didn’t anymore, he had no fucks to give about it anymore. As long as you were by his side for a little while, he could live with Daniel hating him more than he did already.

“Glad, to have been at your service, you asshole” you said rolling your eyes but still laughing.

“You’re welcome. So, are you saying we keep that going or what?”

You shrugged.

“Does that mean you are staying in Reseda?”

You shrugged again, it kind of did but you’d never know for how long. Thankfully, Johnny dropped the topic after that. Just like you, he really wasn’t the type to talk relationships. Maybe you two would’ve taken a different path when he had been the last time but that was again, ancient history.

____

The breakfast was simple, Johnny wasn’t the greatest cook, but that was okay, you weren’t either. It was more about the time you spent together. It was fun, it felt amazing being with him in his tiny kitchen, just talking about the old times and joking around. It was even fun when he flunked a spoonful of scrambled eggs directly in your face. You ate, you took a shower you scrubbed off all the remaining make-up from last and you felt a little bit better. Johnny enjoyed having you over. Normally, he didn’t let his girls stay that long, he usually made them go home very quickly, not so with you. He’d even be okay with you staying the whole day, hell, even another night or two. But as soon as you got of shower his hope vanished.

“I need to go home now” you announced shyly.

“So soon?” “Yeah, Danny is probably worried sick, I also promised him, we go out for sushi today, just us two.”

Johnny rolled his eyes and hugged you suddenly, almost a little too tightly “Don’t you want to stay?”

“To be honest, I do, but I also want to spend some time with my big brother.”

“I guess, I’ll drive you home then” “Only if you want to, I can walk or get a cab”. Fortunately, you didn’t manage to lose your handbag at the beach, so you’d have enough money.

“That is out of question. I always drive my babes!” Johnny said proudly which was a big fat lie, he didn’t always bother but with you, it was another situation.

The car ride was not as bad as you had expected, you didn’t get sick which you were afraid you would do because you still could remember well enough how fast Johnny drove. Yet, it was great to sit in his red Pontiac Firebird again, it shot your memories straight back to high school when you secretly hung out with Johnny for a couple of times. Sadly, it was over too soon. Johnny pulled up in the driveway to Daniel’s apartment building. He quickly got out of the car to open the car door for you before you could reach the handle yourself.

“Wow, I don’t know if like that new Johnny” you laughed and nudged him, “Far too nice!”

“Yeah, would you like me doing that instead?” Johnny’s eyes darkened and you remembered also seeing that look last night and out of a sudden he pinned you between the red Firebird and him, his face very close to yours.

“Do you like me being a bad guy instead?”, his lips brushed over you when he talked. And you wanted to say yes or even nod but you breath quickened; your hart started beating a faster rhythm.

“Thought so.” he whispered into your ear sending shivers down your spine on that hot summer day. He was just about to kiss you, maybe you should go back to his place after all, you thought, when you were instantly interrupted.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Lawrence!?!?!?” a scream echoed through the whole block, “Get the fuck away from her!”

Johnny promptly jumped to side but as soon as the realized who that was coming from a dirty grin appeared on his perfectly shaped lips. Daniel, face almost grey with fury, was running towards them, eyes all wild, hands clenched to fists.

“Oh fuck”, you gasped but couldn’t hold back a laugh, that was too absurd, “Maybe you should’ve dropped me off a few blocks away”

“Nah, this is going to be fun”

But you thought otherwise, this was going to be anything else bun fun. Comical, but definitely not fun.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, (Y/N)?” Daniel yelled pointing a finger at you when he finally came to a halt right in front of you.

“Nothing’s wrong with me, I’m completely fine, thanks for asking Danny”

“Don’t you fucking talk back to me like that!” “Jesus, Daniel, watch your filthy mouth, you didn’t swear that much since forever.”

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Daniel kept on, ignoring your sarcastic remarks, “You did not come home the whole night, I’ve got no call, nothing. I didn’t sleep, I was waiting for you, I was so fucking worried and then you finally decide to come here with him and you’re talking to me like I’m the bad guy?” Daniel pointed at Johnny without even looking at him.

“Ok, mom, calm down”

“Don’t you mom me, (Y/N). You smell like a fucking distillery; you look like shit and where the fuck are your shoes?” You looked down on your bare feet, then at Johnny who had protectively placed a hand on the small of your back and you two suddenly burst out laughing. Your drunk ass simply lost them at the beach.

“How dare you even make a sound?” Daniel shouted, this time at Johnny. It was getting embarrassing, even some neighbours were now watching how Daniel took a threatening step towards Johnny. He still was a few inches smaller than him, but he managed to compensate that with his glance. A little bit more wrath, you thought, and he would be shooting sparks out of his usually warm brown eyes.

“Damn, LaRusso, don’t wet your pants. You look like you are about to die from a heart attack” “Shut the hell up, Lawrence” Daniel growled and came even closer, so close the tips of their noses almost touched and Johnny just kept on smiling, he didn't even flinch “You think you’re so funny, huh?”

Johnny shrugged, he did.

“What the hell is my sister doing with you?”

“She just likes me a lot more than she likes you” Johnny’s grin kept getting dirtier and dirtier with every word leaving his mouth “Actually, she always liked me a lot. When I was beating your ass in high school, (Y/N) always has been hanging out with me instead of pitying you. While you were training with your weird-ass sensei, I gave her rides all the time, we were friends. When you won in ’84 she didn’t go with you to celebrate your illegal kick, she stayed behind and cared for me. Dragged me out of the parking lot and brought me into a hospital together with Bobby and Dutch. She just never told you because a delicate little flower like you would simply die from that. And when you were trimming trees, I fucked her every goddamn day until she went away”

Your eyes widened and you looked at Johnny in shock then at Daniel who needed a second to process everything that had been said. That was about it, Johnny dropped the bomb, he told Daniel everything that was kept secret from him and everything that he needed to know.

“You did fucking what?” Daniel asked through clenched teeth, his hands shaking, he was barely holding himself back and you knew, some whit was about to go down real quick.

“I fucked your sister LaRusso, five years ago and tonight and she liked it”

And you couldn’t even say anything against it, every bit of it was true. And when Daniel gave you a quick look he knew exactly. And then, very unlikely for Daniel he threw his first punch, Johnny immediately blocking it. He shoved you to the side so wouldn’t get between them. Both stood in fighting positions and then everything happened so fast. There was a lot of fists and legs and kicks and punches, too rapid for your eyes to grasp it. And you couldn’t believe it. After all these years, these to very still ready to kill each other. But you had enough, you had enough of this stupid rivalry, you had enough of them hating each other for no reason and you definitely had enough of being their recent motive for fighting.

“Stop!” you yelled, they ignored you, “Stop it! I’ve had enough of your stupid Karate bullshit! I’m sick and tired of you two always fighting. I can’t deal with being dragged into it! I fucking hate this. Why is this the first thing that happens to me after being back after five fucking years? Why you always have to be such a drama queen, Daniel? Why are you the only person you care about, huh? And you” you turned your shouting towards Johnny “why do you always have to keep the fire going why can’t you just let it be for once?”

Your screams were much louder than Daniel’s before, but the fighting enemies still ignored you.

“If one of you throws another punch, I’m gonna call the cops and you two can sort it out in a prison cell! I don't want you to kill each other just because you see me as an object that can only belong to one of you. I'm not, I like both of you. You're my brother and I love you. And I fucking love him, Daniel”

These words worked magic on Johnny who immediately let his arms sink and whilst he looked at you, worry written into his face, he received one last kick in the guts for losing his concentration. You threw yourself at Daniel and tried to hold him back from doing more damage, for a second you were afraif he was about to kill Johnny. But with you holding him, he did not dare to keep on fighting. He didn't want to hurt you. And yet he tried to free himself from you.

“Please, Danny” you cried “Please stop and let me be!”

Daniel remained silent and calmed down, you let him go. You went over to Johnny and embraced him, he hissed under your touch but couldn’t help himself than to press you closely to his chest. His face was beaten, his lip was bleeding, and a fresh cut crowned his brow.

“I’m so sorry, babe!” he whispered into your ear and kissed your cheek. He never apologized for fighting. Until now.

“No, I’m sorry!” you said and stroked back the sweaty hair from his forehead, then you turned to your brother, “You better be sorry, too”

“I am.”

“LaRusso is sorry?” Johnny wondered and spat blood on the ground, “That’s new”

“Shut up!” you shushed him

“I am sorry, (Y/N), I didn’t know you liked this jerk that much.” “To be fair, me neither” Johnny admitted “But I fucking love her, too, LaRusso, you know?” Daniel nodded, maybe for his sister’s sake he was ready to give his last enemy up.

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Heyo can I get an Armin x fem reader where he’s currently dating Annie and reader is a new student and Armin and reader start to get to know each other more and start to gain feelings for each other and reader doesn’t know he’s dating Annie and shes on pretty good terms with her since Annie sort of envies her cuz she’s sweet and outgoing, so reader asks him out he says yes and things are great for them until Annie starts to realize Armins been distancing himself from her and hanging out with reader a lot and she confronts him about it and he admits that he just fell out of love and started gaining heavy feelings for reader and they break up even though Annie’s hurt she tries to stay happy and accepts reader and armins new found relationship:3 (can it be a modern AU and can it be in 1st POV from either reader or Armin please and thank you)

hiii!! :D omg yes!! i hope you like it! sorry if i took long to write it :’) and i think it’s a little messed up sorry

i hope it is what you’ve asked for! i didn’t want to make it longer, so this is it!

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"So this is your new classmate, I hope you get along well."

Everybody smiles, specially a blue-eyed girl on the first row. The professor tells me to sit next to her.

"Hi, I'm Historia." She smiles sweetly. I smile back at her. Professor Keith starts his class, and I do my best to follow his explanations.

I used to study in a south zone institute, but my dad was posted north which made me move and switch to this institute. Near to Historia, and looking at her, is a tall girl with brown eyes and a low ponytail. On my other side, there’s a brown-haired boy with freckles, looking nice and smiling. Behind him, a boy with an undercut looks bored. The professor starts talking about history, and Historia passes me a paper.

“I can give you my notes for you to copy” I smile at her and nod. An hour after, the class is finished. 

“Okay, I’ll introduce you to all. This girl here is Ymir.” she points to the tall girl, that is walking towards us. She hugs Historia while talking. 

“I hate history classes, oh, my sweet and beloved Historia, if you...”

“I’ll help you to study this afternoon.” Ymir smiles at her and kisses her cheek in signal of thanks. “Oh, the new one.” I smile at Ymir and she does the same.

Historia points a huge blonde boy, that was sitting behind me. He’s talking with a black-haired tall guy. “Those two are Reiner and Bertholdt. And the blonde girl coming is Annie” A girl with a bun goes to the door, followed by a boy. “And that’s Armin. He’s always with Eren and Eren is always with Mikasa.” They are following Armin. The boy with freckles comes and smiles at me.

“Hi, I’m Marco! I hope we can became friends! He’s Jean, my best friend.” The boy with the undercut waves his hand at me.

“Oh, and the two fighting for cup of ramen are Connie and Sasha. Now, should we eat together?” I nod to Marco and Historia. They pull their tables together and star eating. They tell me how was the first semester and try to know if my institute on the south was giving the same subjects than here, and told me to join their study group. 

“Armin gives us classes. He’s really smart and catches up all the subjects, and he also likes to explain.” They tell me that the next session is going to be tomorrow afternoon on Reiner’s. “We take turns studying at each other's house, so it's not always the same host” Actually that’s a good plan, so I guess someday I’ll have to be a host too. My face darkens as I remember that my house is too small to accommodate more than three people in the same room. Mom and Dad live in a flat that dad's company gave them, but the distance between that apartment and the institute made them decide to rent a one-man flat for me. We keep eating and attending the next classes. 

Faster than I thought, the afternoon of the study group arrived. I took all the books before leaving home, and walked towards the entrance, where Marco, that lives literally next door, was waiting to help me arrive to Reiner’s home. He was dressing casually, not a huge difference between seeing him on the school uniform. 

“Good morning!” Marco says when I left the entrance. I wave my hand at him. “Ready for a studying session?” 

“I think so, but everybody raves about how well Armin explains, so I’m impatient to see it! I think I need a lot of help to pass this course.”

“That’s normal, you arrived in the middle of it! But I’m sure you’ll be okay, your grades on the other institute were pretty high!” Marco, as the class delegate, had to pass my expedient to the new institute, and he looked at my grades to do it. We walk in silence while he explains me some streets or where our classmates lived.

“Reiner’s house is the one furthest from the institute, the rest of us live near it.” 

Once were in Reiner’s house, a lot of classmates were waiting outside. Jean walked towards Marco.

 “I knew you could guide the new girl here without problem!” Jean smiles at me and Historia comes, followed by Ymir.

“Oh, you arrived!” Historia says. Then, Reiner makes us enter his house. We all sit when Armin arrives. He has his blonde hair messy, and his hands are occupied with some papers. 

The studio group is outgoing and nice to me, but when Armin starts to explain history of the north, I’m totally lost. He looks at me with curiosity.

Armin’s eyes were so beautiful, and every time he looks at me my heart flutters. 

“Do you understand it?” I shake my head. The north history is totally new for me, I never studied it. “Don’t worry, are you free tomorrow?” 

“Hm, yes, I am” He smiles before writing something on a paper. “There’s were I live. Come at four and I’ll explain everything to you, with detail.”

He was so sweet I couldn’t say no, so I nod and smile at him. 

Walking back home, Marco explains me where Armin lives.

“Up that street, the last house. He lives in front of Eren and Mikasa.”

Marco invited me to have dinner with him and Jean in a near bar, where, surprisingly, also Connie was having dinner. When I asked him why he was there alone, he told me.

“I took some dinner with me but Sasha ate it, and now I have to have some dinner because I’m about to pass out of hunger.”

“Can we sit here, Conn?” Marco asks and Connie nods. We have dinner between laughs and stories. and everybody leaves once we’re finished.

The next day, I'm in front of Armin's house, waiting for him. He makes me go into his house.

"Sorry if my room is messed up, I just woke up." He says, with his hand on his neck. I laugh.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure your room is more organized than mine.” He lets me pass in front of him to a clear and enormous room. It has a lot of books and a shelf full of seashells. He tells me to take off my jacket and put it on a near chair. We sit on the floor, near to the coffee table he has in the middle of the room. He takes some books with him.

“Okay, so North History.” I nod. He starts to explain me with calm and quiet voice, making sure I understand everything, and looking me in the eyes. 

I can’t concentrate if his ocean eyes are fixed on mine. Once Armin ends explaining me the unit, we agreed in having a little break. He passes me a cup of coffee and a couple cookies. 

“So, do you like the city?” he asks. I nod while swallowing the coffee.

“Yes, it’s pretty cool. In the south we don’t have this big cities like in the north, Is more like a rural place. So at first it was complicated for me to move.” Armin nods, telling me without words that he understands me. 

“Well, I can show you the city. I’m not a talkative person but I know a lot about the history of the place, so I can tell you about some of the famous buildings.”

“That would be amazing...” Thanks to my parents, I was born without the gift of shame. Armin had caught my eye, so why not give it a try? “Something like a date?”

Armin laughs, kinda blushing.

“Yes, something like a date.” he answers.

A couple weeks later, after passing a lot of time with Armin, we decided to go and explore the city. I choose a yellow dress my mum bought me for our date. He was there when I arrived. 

“Hi!” He looks at me when I talk to him. He smiles a bit.

“Hi” answers. We start walking. Where do you want to start?”

“What about the park?” He nods. We walk, and he tells me a lot of curious things about the city. “Did you know this was a prison?” 

The, he invites me, buying me an ice cream. We sit on a cool park, and we eat the ice creams in silence. His phone starts to sound. He looks the name of the person who’s calling, but he puts his phone again on his pocket.

“Sorry, you know how many times a day do telephone companies call.” I nod, totally clueless. He was kinda nervous after that, and it made me think he maybe wasn’t talking with telephone companies.

After the long day out, my feet hurt. Armin laughs and accompanies me home. Once we’re at my door, Armin smiles sweetly. 

“Do you want to enter?” I ask. Armin’s face blushes. “N-No! I wasn’t asking like that?!”

“I know, I know.” he laughs, “Anyway, I should go home. It’s kinda late.” he looks the hour on his phone. I can glimpse a blonde girl on his wallpaper, smiling at the camera.

“Well, thanks for today...” I say, in low voice, He smiles and lends closer to me. His gaze fixed on my mouth.

“See you tomorrow?” I ask. He hums before leaning even closer and he kisses me.

I kiss him back. I was literally hoping for this to happen. His arms are around my waist. When we part, I’m kinda dizzy. He’s an awesome kisser, not gonna lie. 

“Bye, then.”

He’s about to leave, but what kind of boy leaves a girl right after kissing her? I took his hand.

“Does this mean that now we are dating?” I ask. He smiles wide.

“Probably. I’ll wait for you tomorrow.” He kisses me again, lightly, and then he leaves. 

Our relationship grew really fast, but he didn’t want to look that closer at school.

“You know, professors might think we’re not fixed on our studies.”

And he also was really close to Annie. I wasn’t jealous, he spends a lot of time at my house, my mum loves him and we are so in love...

Annie looks at me with anger while we’re in music class. She’s fixed on me. When she comes to talk with me, Armin intercepts her.

“Annie! can we talk outside a bit?” He says. She looks at me, but then nods. I stand up and follow them. They’re talking in the corridor. I tell myself to sit and mind my own business, but her tone makes me stay there, listening,

“You’re really close to her now.” she says. Armin asks her to be quiet.

“Annie, I only love you...”

“You’ve been lying for a fucking month. Stop it already, Armin. Tell me the truth, or I’ll ask her.”

“I...” I can hear Annie’s steps, but it’s late to go back to my seat. Fortunately, Armin calls her. “Wait, Annie! See... I... I don’t love you. It was fast, but I fell in love with her. She’s really sweet and I couldn’t handle it. She studied so close to me... Her lips so close... And admit it, our relationship was about to die.” He says. Annie doesn’t make a sound. 

Were Annie and Armin dating?

Did I break a couple?

Oh, no.

“Well, we...”

“We were sinking, And because of you.” he says. “You wasted a lot of time with Reiner and Bert. You were the one always occupied to see me. The one that never came to our dates. I need someone to be with, Annie, and you weren’t filling that desire, so I started to feel less and less for you. And she loves me. She always asks me to do something with her, either watch a movie or just lay down together. She counts me on her plans. I deserve something like what I give. So, I hope you can be happy with another one.”

“But why you waited so long to break up with me?”

“I thought you knew I was cheating on you. I was kinda obvious.”

Annie keeps being quiet.

“Hope you two be happy then.” she says, before walking to the opposite direction. 

Maybe their relationship was made to sink. Armin enters again, and I look interested to the books on the shelf.

“You’re so cute...” he says. I smile a bit.

The doubt about asking him or not about what just happened dissapears when I feel his lips on mine.

“We don’t have to hide now?” I ask. He shakes his head.

“No more.”

[skieswords]

Pull Through Part 1

Warnings for this book: Mentions of depression, alcohol and drugs, abuse and self-harming behaviours. Please do not read if any of these things will affect you, I have plenty of other stories on my page that are free from potential triggers❤️

Summary: Alex’s little sister Becca, is Sunset Curve’s number 1 fan. After her 16th birthday, her relationship with the lead guitarist becomes questionable, and she’s left trying to decide between following her heart, and respecting her brother’s wishes. Starts in November 1994.

Friday afternoons were always dull. Everyone's eyes were glued to the clock on the wall, heads slumped in hands, with the back row asleep save for one person. The only person paying any attention to the lesson was Gina in the front row, her comically large glasses falling down her nose as she scribbled notes from the board furiously. Becca tapped her foot absentmindedly, drumming her fingers on the desk as she stared out of the window. Her thoughts were on the essay she'd been issued last period, that she had no idea where to even start with. Was it on Shakespeare? Or the flaws in capitalism? Oh wait- that was what Mr Malcolm had told her would get her suspended again. She was jerked out of her thoughts by the scraping of chairs on the floor, and rustling papers as the class packed up and made their way out of the door. She sighed and pushed back in her seat, slinging her bag over her shoulder and trying her hardest to slink out of the room. 'Don't see me, don't see me, don't see me.' She crossed her fingers and prayed silently, ducking behind a group of girls, but her attempt to leave unnoticed failed miserably. "Rebecca, hold on a moment please." Becca cringed at her full name and turned to face her math teacher, false grin planted, eyes wide and innocent. "I wanted to talk to you about your math homework- or more accurately, the absence of it?" With an internal groan and a brief eye roll, Becca tried to formulate an excuse in her head, but failed. "Can I give it to you on monday morning?" Mrs Jacob, the math teacher, sighed, but nodded, a grim expression on her face as she turned back to her desk, waving Becca away. Breathing out in relief, she legged it out of the classroom. The corridor was basically empty now, with only a handful of stragglers hanging around, either for detention, or waiting for extra credit opportunities.

"Hey stranger, you coming?" Reggie appeared in front of her, guitar case slung over his shoulder, and hands in his jean pockets. Becca grinned at him, and searched her pocket for her locker key. "Two secs, got to grab my stuff." Reggie followed her to her locker and laughed as she opened it, revealing at least half a foot of paper sitting in a heap at the bottom. Becca shrugged and reached in, pulling out her skateboard. "Homework?" She scowled at him, shoving some paper into her backpack carelessly, and zipping it shut. "Alex told me to ask." Becca groaned and reached in to the warzone once more, pulling out her math textbook, before slamming her locker shut and stalking down the hall, Reggie following closely behind. "Who's driving today?" She turned to face him as they walked down the front steps of the school, face falling at his expression. "No, I'll get the bus." Reggie grabbed her arm as she tried to walk away, dragging her back to his side and shrugging. " He's not that bad. He needs practice, his test is next week." Becca groaned loudly, but continued down the sidewalk to where her brother's beaten up 1993 mustang sat, one headlight cracked, and scratches covering the doors. Alex had been given the car for his 16th birthday, and Becca suspected she would get something similar for hers. Although god knows she'd take better care of it than Alex did- his could easily pass as being 10 years old, not 2. "Hey trouble." His voice came from the driver's seat, and Becca bent down to lean on the window frame, her face blank. "Crash and I'll kill you." Luke grinned up at her, that ridiculous smirk that hadn't changed since elementary school, and she reached through to pull his beanie off his head. His smirk turned into a scowl, and Becca laughed at him, walking around to the rear of the car. The trunk was already sitting open, the boys guitars and school bags dumped among the empty water bottles and crisp packets. Becca dropped her own belongings in and slammed the trunk shut, taking her seat in the back beside Reggie. Alex turned to face her, pushing his fringe off his face. "How was math?" Becca shrugged and pulled one knee up to her chest, looking out of the window. "Bex. Math?" She rolled her eyes at him and groaned, throwing her head back against the seat. "It was fine. I've got homework." Alex nodded and reached into the footwell, tossing a can of juice at her. "I'll help you with it tomorrow?" Becca smiled and cracked open her can, taking a gulp and kicking the back of Luke's seat. He turned and glared at her, grabbing her shoe and tugging her forward, causing juice to splash up onto her face. They launched into a game of tug of war with Becca's leg, until Reggie leaned forward, and interrupted, pulling Luke's hand off Becca. "Is Bobby coming over tonight?" Luke shrugged and and turned back to the wheel, the car shuddering to life a moment later. Becca put on her seat belt and crossed her arms. "Hold on boys. This could get messy." She caught Luke's eye in the mirror and winked at him as he gave her the finger, before resting her head back on the seat, and tapping her fingers to the rhythm in her head, on the windowpane. He noticed, and smirked to himself, reaching over to turn up the volume on the radio.

When they pulled up to Luke's house, Becca noticed his knuckles turn white, as he gripped the steering wheel tightly. Opening the door and pulling his seat forward to let Becca out, he walked toward the rear end of the car and opened the trunk, frowning slightly. "Hey Alex? Could you uh, take my guitar to Reggie's tonight?" Alex sighed and nodded, taking Luke's place in the driver seat. Becca walked past Luke, who slammed the trunk shut a little too hard, making her jump. "Sorry Bex. See you tonight?" Becca smiled, waving over her shoulder at him. He smirked and bit his bottom lip, nodding his head before turning on his heel, and heading into the house. Alex started driving back to their house, tapping his fingers to the beat of the song on the radio. Becca started humming along, and he cranked it up a bit, whistling the tune through his teeth as they drove through their neighbourhood. Alex and Becca's dad was a lawyer, and their mom was a doctor, so they lived in a very nice area. They constantly made jokes about how their incredibly academic parents, a lawyer and a doctor, produced two delinquents. The gay drummer of a rock band, and a skater daughter, who flunked all but two of her classes. It was clear they were still hoping for clones of themselves, through their ridiculous insistance that they be called Rebecca and Alexander, names that both siblings despised greatly. This, and the constant pressure about college. They'd given up on Alex, because he'd already been contacted by a number of schools, wanting him for their music program, and he'd made it very clear that was what he was going to do. However, Graham, their dad, was currently on Becca's back because she was failing math, reminding her daily that she'd never make it to medical school with her current grades. "Ready?" Alex turned the engine off and got out of the car, walking around to the trunk. Becca followed him, picking up her school bag, and reaching out for her skateboard. She'd just grabbed the edge when the front door opened, and Graham appeared. Alex smacked her hand, making her drop it, and pushed the trunk shut quickly, stepping away from the car. He placed a hand on Becca's shoulder and gave her a push, sending her inside. "Rebecca, good day?" Becca nodded, and ran past her dad, head down. Alex watched her go and resisted the urge to punch the eldest member of the Mercer family, before locking the car and following her in. He heard her bedroom door slam shut upstairs, and sighed internally. "Hey sweetheart, how was school?" Alex walked into the kitchen and dropped his keys on the work top, running a hand through his hair. "It was good, mom. It still okay if I take Bex over to Reggie's tonight?" Julia smiled softly and walked over to Alex, reaching up to stroke the hair off his face. He towered over her tiny frame, 6 foot of blonde hair, sarcastic comments, and brightly coloured t-shirts. "Rebecca should study. You can go, but she's behind in school." Alex rolled his eyes subtly and nodded. "She won't study if I leave her. If I take her with me she can sit with Reggie's mom?" Julia considered this, and glanced around with a worried expression. "I have a shift tonight, and your father's gone out for a bit. Leave now, and as long as your both back by 10, you can take her. Make sure she works." Alex smirked, and grabbed his keys, before kissing her swiftly on the cheek and running up the stairs.

Becca's room was a soft grey, with one orange wall that had a large desk leaning against it, littered with sheets of paper. A black acoustic guitar, with a light coating of dust, sat in the corner, a red electric on a stand beside it. Another empty stand sat nearby. A Sunset Curve flyer hung above her bed frame, pride of place. Her built in closet hung open, clothes spilling out over the floor, and more hanging on the chair of her desk. Paper was scattered across her bed, Becca sitting up in the middle of it all, chewing her pencil. Her light brown hair sat in a bun at the nape of her neck, tendrils falling around her face. A knock on the door made her look up, and a pair of bright blue eyes met her own, as Alex stepped through the doorframe. "Leaving for Reggie's in 5, you ready?" Becca grinned,  jumping up and grabbing one of Alex's old hoodies from her closet. Slipping her feet into her converse, she looked up at her big brother, an innocent smile on her face. "Can you drop me off at the skate park?" Alex snorted and pointed to her school bag. "Not a chance. Grab that, I told mom you'd study." Becca rolled her eyes, but swung her backpack over her shoulder, throwing some of the paper from her bed into it. "Oh shit." Alex turned back to her with his eyebrows raised. Becca was pulling her glasses off her face, tucking the large black frames into her pocket. "Sorry. Now we can go." They headed out the door and down the stairs, Becca jumping on Alex's back when they reached the bottom. "Why don't you wear your glasses out? No-one minds them." Becca shrugged and rested her head on Alex's shoulder, only jumping down when they reached the car. "I dunno. They make me look dorky. Bobby's going tonight isn't he?" Alex nodded and turned the keys, the car giving a few shudders until it jumped to life with a roar. Becca groaned and threw her head against the head rest. "But he always flirts with me! It's so gross." With a surprised laugh and slight smirk, Alex started the well-known route to Reggie's. "He's been warned, but he tries to sleep with anything that moves." Becca raised her eyebrows silently, but snorted, and Alex realised what he said, his face flushing red with embarrassment and fear. "Uhhhh I mean, flirt. Yup. Totally didn't just make a sex joke to my baby sister." Becca laughed and punched his arm gently, kicking her feet up on the dash. "I'm not a baby- I'm sixteen in 4 days. And I'm only like a year younger than you." Alex rolled his eyes. "Maybe you need more help with math than we thought."   Becca looked at him questioningly, as he turned left, away from Reggie's. "Got to check Luke's not still at home. His folks won't have taken him." Nodding, Becca started chewing her lip and looked out the window. Luke was the youngest of the band, only turning 17 a few months ago, and was the only one who couldn't drive yet. The sun was setting, the November chill drifting through the cracks in the car. When they reached Luke's house, the front porch light was on, and they could see into the living room. The Pattersons were all there, Luke's arms outstretched. They couldn't quite see his face, but by the looks of things, they were arguing again. Alex honked once, and Luke glanced out the window. He seemed to shout one last thing, before running out of the room appearing at the front door moments later, that ridiculous grey jacket thrown over his arm. As he stalked towards the car, Becca noticed his tearstreaked face, and felt something wrench in her chest. She clambered into the back seat without argument, pulling her bag with her. "Hey man, you alright?" Luke sniffed and rolled his eyes, nodding at Becca in the rearview. "Hey Bex." She didn't say anything, smiling weakly and watching his reflection in the wing mirror. He rubbed his eyes fiercely with his fists, and started to bite the little nails he did have, his eyes wraught with pain and anger. Becca wanted to say something, but didn't know what would make him feel better. "Hey guys, can we get ice cream?" She leaned through the gap and rested her elbows on the seats. Luke turned to look at her, his green eyes rimmed with red. They made brief eye contact, and she gave him a soft smile, tilting her head slightly towards him. "We have to get to Reggie's though..." Becca looked at Alex with puppy dog eyes, and Luke leant forward to join her, sticking out his bottom lip. "You two will be the death of me. Fine, but we're getting for everyone." Becca and Luke's fists connected, and Becca felt a shiver go down her spine as a deep chuckle erupted from Luke's throat. She sat back, and watched out of the window as Alex drove further and further away from Reggie's.

"We brought ice-cream!" Alex came barging through the door of Reggie's garage, where Bobby was in the corner tuning his guitar, and Reggie was sitting on the couch, feet on the coffee table. "Hey man, running late?" Luke came through after Alex, dumping his guitar case on top of the piano and starting to unpack it. Reggie sat up and leant towards the ice cream bag, picking a tub out. "I thought Bex was coming?" Alex turned round and looked about him in confusion, rolling his eyes with a smile when she came through the doors dramatically. "She is and she did. Reg is your mom in? Or should I chill in the loft?" Becca came strolling towards the boys, empty handed, school bag abandoned in the car. "Mom's in, you can choose." Bobby put down his guitar, ran his hands through his hair, and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Hey gorgeous." Alex stepped in front of him, pushing him back gently. "Hey. She's still underage, still my sister, and still totally off limits." Becca laughed and walked over to the piano, leaving Bobby to groan at Alex's insistance that Becca would never date. "Hey, can I take this?" Luke looked down to her, and the pile of paper in her hand. "Uh sure, what's it for?" Becca shrugged and disappeared up the ladder, leaving Luke watching her with a raised eyebrow. But he didn't have long to ponder what she was doing, as Reggie started tuning his bass, and Bobby sat back on the couch, still pouting after Alex's telling off. Becca took her seat in the loft, settling into a beanbag with her stash of paper. The loft was small, but she hung out here most nights of the week, so she'd made it comfy. One wall had a few shelves on it, with her favourite books and a few blankets stacked on them. A large stack of Sunset Curve CD cases were piled up in the corner, t-shirt designs crammed in a box next to them. And in another corner, tucked behind her beanbag, was her guitar. Becca unclipped the case and slipped the strap over her head, strumming quietly. The boys made enough noise that they wouldn't be able to hear her in the loft, but she was careful anyways. It was a secret, that she played. Alex knew the black Martin was a gift from someone, so just presumed his little sister was too polite to give it back, or sell it. The electric was Luke's, left there years ago, and never retrieved. She adored the beaten up Fender Reggie's mom had given her when she was 12, and didn't have any plans to exchange it. It was covered in stickers, and she'd re-strung it so many times the tuning pegs were worn. There was an entire corner dedicated to vans stickers, collected from the 4 billion pairs Luke seemed to own. Becca and her guitar had been through everything together. She'd fought with her dad just after Alex's birthday last year, and after ignoring her for a week, she'd found a gorgeous black Martin resting on her bed. It remained untouched, as she felt like it would be an insult to Reggie if she accepted it. Besides, her old one was perfectly broken in, and felt familiar and heavy in her hand. She noticed the floor of the loft was vibrating beneath her, Luke's chords biting through the air forcefully. He was clearly upset. Becca sighed, slipped her glasses on, and picked up the sheets of paper in front of her, scribbling furiously.

And you use your pain 'Cause it makes you you Though I wish I could hold you through it

She picked through a couple of chords gently, frowning when she couldn't quite work it out. It must've been hours, because the boys had stopped playing. Tucking her guitar back into it's hiding place, Becca reached for a notebook sitting on the shelf, and pulled it into her lap, rewriting the words next to some verses she'd come up with in the past.  "Hey Bex, Alex wants to go, you ready?" Becca jumped at the sound of Luke's voice, scrambling to hide the sheets of paper sitting in her lap. She must have lost track of time, or reality, because the garage was silent, and Luke's watch said it was 9.30. "Uh, yeh, two seconds." She stuffed it into her hoodie pocket, and tucked her hair behind her ears. "Nice glasses." Becca's eyes widened, and she pulled the offending articles off her face, stuffing them in her pocket alongside her music . Luke came all the way up the ladder, and crouched opposite her, looking over the various sheets of paper. An orange notebook lay open on the floor, and he picked it up, scanning the page. "Damn, Bex, you write?" Becca jumped up and grabbed the book, dropping it onto the beanbag and sitting back down. "No. I just get bored listening to your guys stuff, it's poems and stuff for school." Luke appeared to be holding back a laugh, and was looking at her in utter disbelief. He knew she was lying through her teeth, but decided not to say anything, choosing to sit cross legged and continue flicking through the assortment of pages laying on the floor. Becca watched anxiously, and started putting stuff away, making sure her notebook was tucked away safely on the shelf where he couldn't see. "Some of these poems are really good. You should try putting them to music." Becca snorted and snatched the sheets out of his hand. "Fat chance, I don't sing, and I don't play." Luke appeared skeptical, but he stayed silent, frowning slightly as he started to pile up the loose paper. "Anyway, as I was saying, your brother wants to go. And I'm staying with you guys tonight." Becca nodded, and climbed to her feet, brushing down her jeans. Luke started climbing down the ladder, smirking up at her. She rolled her eyes, and followed him down, hugging Reggie before walking out to the car behind all the guys. Bobby took the front, leaving Luke and Becca in the backseat together. It wasn't late, but she felt her eyelids drooping as the car purred along the darkened streets, and with the boys all totally silent, it didn't take long for her to drop off to sleep. Luke glanced down at her head on his shoulder and smiled softly. His jacket was sitting in his lap, and he gently swung it over her, before turning his head to face out the window, watching the houses in Bobby's neighbourhood flit by. When they reached his house, he turned to say goodnight to Luke and Becca, frowning when he found them both asleep, Luke's head now resting on top of Becca's. Alex turned round, and rolled his eyes, giving Bobby a light shove to get him out of the car. "Sorry dude, I gotta have her home by 10." Bobby sighed, but fist bumped Alex and got out. "Thanks for the lift bro, catch you later." Alex waved at him and drove off, heading over three neighbourhoods to his place. The driveway was dark, and he let out a disappointed sigh as he realised his dad was still out. Oh well, at least they could go in undisturbed. Luke apparently was awake, sitting up gently so as to not disturb Becca. "Wake her if you want, she'll fall straight back asleep when she gets upstairs. "Nah I feel bad. Want me to carry her up?" Alex raised his eyebrows but shrugged, pulling his chair forward to let them out. Luke slipped one arm under Becca's knees, and pulled her head into his chest gently, letting it fall onto him as he climbed out of the car. His jacket still draped over her, he carried her through the door, slipping his shoes off at the bottom of the stairs. "Where's her room again?" Alex locked the front door and came up the stairs behind them, his fluorescent pink socks padding quietly on the cream carpet. "Opposite mine, up the stairs." Luke nodded and turned left on the landing, knocking her door open with his knee. "Liar." He scoffed when he saw the silhouettes of the guitars in the corner, and set her down on the bed gently, pulling a blanket over her. Curiousity got the better of him, and with a glance at her sleeping form, he couldn't help but move to the desk in the corner, picking up a couple of the loose sheets sitting there. Pages and pages of writing stared back at him, clearly the work of an extremely talented writer. He peered over his shoulder at her, smiling when he caught sight of the moon lighting up her face. "Hey man, you coming?" Alex appeared at the door, jeans swapped for a pair of sweats and a sunset curve t-shirt. Luke nodded, and grabbed his jacket off the end of Becca's bed before pulling her bedroom door closed gently, and walking past Alex to his room. Alex came into his little sister's bedroom, and pulled off her shoes gently, closing her curtains so she wouldn't be woken up too early. If dad was out, chances are he wouldn't be back til tomorrow evening. She deserved some extra rest. Becca listened as the door clicked shut, and smiled to herself. The weak scent of Luke's cheap ass cologne, and something that was unarguably boy, remained on her shirt, and she breathed it in, closing her eyes, and drifting back off to sleep.

[yumehoxo]

Convinced- eren x reader

(⚠️WARNING⚠️ -this story contains substance use, strong language, sexual content and more)

*Ding*

Connie:

-Yo imma pick you up at around 7:30-ish to be ready.

"Ughh I hope I'm making the right decision" you thought to yourself.

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It's was already 7:12 pm and you haven't even gotten up to change yet, you look at the time one more time and see how late it has gotten and frantically rush to your closet to get something to wear. 'This is such a drag. Why did I even bother to say yes'. You chose a short miniskirt and a cropped shirt and put them on as fast as you can. You ran to the bathroom and fixed your hair and makeup. As your in the middle of doing your make-up Connie calls you. 'Oh no. don't tell me he's here already it's only 7:20' you whined. You pick up the phone call and Connie says.. "Yo I'm in the neighborhood but I'm having trouble finding your complex, mind giving me some directions again?" you sighed, " You have been to my apartment over 20 times now how do you not remember??" You asked. "Look bruh it's really confusing and you already know ian good with directions!" Connie said frustrated. "As soon as you enter the neighborhood you take a right, then two lefts." You said pissed off. "OH YEAHH I REMEM-" you ended the phone call. As you finished off your lipgloss, you grabbed your bag and debated on if you should wear shoes or heels 'I don't even know if I remember how to walk in those' you said looking at your heels, you grabbed your shoes instead. Then you heard it, a rapid knocking at the door, indicating Connie was here. You grabbed your things and did a little jog to the door.

"Woah you smell so good!" Connie said. He was wearing sweatpants and a Dolce & Gabbana long sleeved shirt. You couldn't lie he was a good looking guy and he knew how to dress, and on top of that he's one of the most funniest people you know.

"Thanks Connie" you said sarcastically, rolling your eyes. "Who's hosting this party anyways?" You ask as you lock your door.

"It's this guy named Jean or something like that" Connie says.

Your eyes widen to the name 'well now I know Alessia is going to be there'. "Wow I guess that's just my luck huh?" You say.

"What do you mean that's 'just your luck'?"Connie asks. The expression on his face is pure confusion.

"We used to date in high school, that's all" you state with a relaxed attitude.

Connie presses the elevator button to get back down to the first floor and he asks "Isn't that, kind of a big deal, like what were the odds that you both went to the same out of state University?" Connie asks.

"I dunno I guess it is." you shrug. 'I mean he isn't wrong I haven't seen him since senior year and I'm now a sophomore, that like what almost 2 years?' Your thoughts get interrupted... "Y/n ... Y/n... Y/N??" Connie basically shouts, gaining your attention back to reality.

"W-what do you want, goddamn?" You ask irritated by his loud tone.

"You weren't answering me, I was trying to ask you are you going to drink tonight?" Connie asks.

"Uhh I don't know yet, I'll see how crazy the party is when I get there, and if it's bad then I probably won't drink much" you say as you open his passenger side car door.

"Drink much?? SO YOUR GOING TO DRINK?" Connie asks excitedly.

"Why the fuck are you screaming I'm literally right next to you? But yeah I am." You respond back.

"O-oh sorry I don't realize how loud I get..." he says scratching the back of his head with a nervous expression.

As you guys are driving you don't even realize that it's almost dark outside as the yellow sunset hits your skin in the car. Connie's music was playing way to loud but you would have to get used to it anyway once you get to the party, 'at least his taste in music isn't bad' you think to yourself. As (s/n) plays in the background. You've been to parties before but since it's been so long, your nerves are through the ceiling and the butterfly's in your stomach are giving you mild cramps. 'Just take a deep breath, you've done this before.'

Before you know it, you and Connie are already at the party, it's being hosted in a big house with it's own gate (that was left open). You can see the flashing lights coming through the windows and as you drive closer you can feel the bass of the music. Connie parks his car off to the side so it's easy for him to get out, and you both exit the car.

"We won't be on the first floor, all the secondary people who didn't get invited personally by the owner or the owners friends stay on that floor" Connie says.

"Reiner invited me since we've been friends since Freshman year" he states.

"Oh okay, hopefully it's more calm upstairs.." you say as you guys walk to the front door.

As soon as the the huge double doors open you can see a sea of people partying. All packed together like it was a concert or something. You see couples making out, girls grinding on guys, people throwing up because they can't take what's in their cup any longer, there are girls without any clothing on waist up exposing their breasts to a group of guys. Connie grabs your hand and leads you threw the crowd. He can see the look of concern and disgust on your face.

"Sorry that you have to see this." He says rolling his eyes.

He grips on to your hand a little tighter since the crowd was getting more packed the further down you go. The finally you guys reached it, the stairs. There is a velvet rope indicating that only a certain few are allowed up there. Two men stood there, one of them smoking a cigarette and the other holding a list of names.

"Name?" The man with the list asks coldly. He had dirty blonde hair and tattoos on the sides of his face.

"Connie. Connie Springer." Connie says back equally as coldly.

You can feel the eyes of the other man landing on you, you can feel him looking at your body and then breasts.

"Your good to go." The blonde boy states.

'Finally' you think to yourself in relief. Just the fact that someone was probably just thinking of having sex with you without even knowing you made you feel uncomfortable. You start walking up the stairs and you can still feel his eyes on you, specifically your ass. You were fuming up 'does he have no shame?!' You think angrily to yourself. You've had just about enough you were about to turn around and tell him off.. then Connie walks right up behind you so it's blocks the mans view. You sigh out in relief.

"Sorry about that, some people just have no self control." Connie whispers in your ear so the man doesn't hear anything.

You and Connie make your way up the spiral staircase, you can imminently feel how much more quieter it gets when you get up there. In front of you guys is a hallway with 3 doors on each side and double doors at the end of the hall. You notice the doors have signs on them. "Vacant" or "Empty". Only two of the doors had the sign flipped to "Vacant".

"There for people who want private rooms, like if only a certain group of people wanted to do something together or if you wanted to hookup with someone." Connie says.

"Yeah I figured, that's really smart." You respond back. You can feel the vibrations of the music downstairs at your feet.

"Thank god were not down there" you say in relief.

"Yeah, that place is crazy all the time I don't know how people find that fun." Connie says rolling his eyes.

Connie opens the door for you. To the right there's a T.V hooked onto the wall and a group of 10 people sitting together just talking. To the left is a mini kitchen. You can see that behind the kitchen is a table with food, drinks, and cups there. You noticed the cups were color coded, three colors, neon blue, neon pink, and neon green. In front of each cup was a sign. In front of the neon blue cups was the sign "Taken", I'm front of the of the neon pink cups was "Not looking for any relationship", and in front of the Green cup was "Single". Connie went ahead a grabbed a blue cup and poured himself the fruit punch and alcohol mixture. Connie was currently dating Sasha but she was on a trip with her family for the holidays leaving Connie all alone. You went ahead a grabbed a green cup for yourself and poured (f/d) in it instead. You weren't going to have alcohol until a little later since it was only 8:13 pm.

"Come on let me introduce to everyone I know" Connie says taking your hand leading you to a room in the back.

Connie leads you to the room which contained a Billiardo table to the very right which two men were using and there was a couch at the back that had a group of people sitting there. You could see Jean sitting on the floor in between a black haired girls legs while throwing darts to the wall. His hair was grown out and he looked much more mature. Next to the black haired girl on the couch was a blonde boy with an undercut. On the couch on the other side was a brown haired boy with long hair tied back into a messy bun, he has tattoos on his right arm and some on his left, and he had stud piercings in his ears. He was wearing grey sweatpants with a shortsleeved shirt with the word "Primitive" on the front. They shirt wrapped perfectly around his sculpted biceps. You looked away to make sure nobody notices that your staring. Next to him is a blonde girl she was somewhat tall and had facial bangs. There are two girls on the floor, another blonde girl but she was short and more petite and another girl next to her with brown hair and freckles flirting with her making the blonde one blush. You realize Jean and the black haired girl cups are blue. You also see that The blonde boy and the girl next to the brown haired boy guys are also blue. Everyone else's cups were green. 'A lot of taken people' you think to yourself.

"WOAH NO WAY" you can hear Jean scream locking eye contact with you "IS THAT REALLY YOU Y/N?" He says while getting up. You can tell the black haired girl is staring him down.

"Y-yeah. It's been so long!" You say while side hugging him. You can smell the faint scent of marijuana on him. The black haired girls eyes reach you staring you down, looking at your breasts and body figure. You turn your head to the back of the room Where a tall brown haired boy and blonde hair boy make their way to you.

"Yo Reiner!" Connie says while dapping him up.

"Yo Connie!" He says back. His eyes land land on you, locking eye contact.

"Connie who'd you bring with you?" He said with a smirk on his face looking at Connie and then right back at you.

"Oh this is y/n, she's normally a homebody but she finally agreed to come with me to one party" Connie said while rolling his eyes.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Reiner." He said while sticking his hand out indicating to shake hands with him. You shake his hand, and he holds on a little longer instead. You manage to let go without being awkward or rude a flash a smile at him. 'What the fuck.' You think to yourself . You can see the brown haired boy next to him seems nervous and a little shaky. He look at him and smile and he gives you a nervous smile back.

"H-hi my n-name is Bertolt" he says clearly shaken up. Connie slaps his hand onto Betolt's shoulder and says..

"No need to be shy Bertolt just be yourself! Nobody is going to like you if your going to act so shy." Connie said with a cheeky smile on his face.

"Hey, I'm Y/n" you say with a smile on your face, making him blush even harder.

"Anywaysssss enough of that" Connie says while taking you to the group of people at the sofas.

"Everyone, this is Y/n L/n" Connie says 'I can introduce myself dickhead' you think to yourself.

"I'm Armin, nice to meet you!" The Blonde boy says sweetly. 'He's like a cute cinnamon bun' you think to yourself. You smile sweetly back at him.

"I'm Annie. I've actually seen you around we have a class together." She says with almost little to no expression on her face but you can tell that's the way she is. "Actually i remember you; you sat next to me in that chem lecture one time!" You say back.

" I'm Mikasa." She stated coldly. 'Damn mad at me already? I barely fucking did anything.' You think to yourself but not daring to say it out loud. You force yourself to smile  'I hate these type of things everything seems so forced' you think. "Nice to meet you" you say while giving her a fake smile.

"H-h-hi I'm H- histori-a" the blonde girl said barely managing to get any air as the brown hair girl is choking her from behind. "And I'm Ymir" she says with a huge grin across her face. You start laughing at their greeting. "Y'all seem close " You say as you sit yourself next to them Connie following behind you, finding a seat facing it backwards, and then sitting in it so his chest could be resting in the back side.

"I'm Eren, Eren Yeager." The brown haired boy said in a relaxed tone but you noticed his eyes went to the top of you, to your feet, and back up. 'Goddamn who gave him the right to be so hot' you thought to yourself. "Nice to meet you, Eren." you say in a relaxed tone making sure you hide your nervousness.

As the night went on, Reiner and Bertolt came to join you guys. After many attempts of Reiner trying to flirt with you he gave up as he got a drunk. They talked about all the drama that's been going around, who's dating who, who got arrested, who got so fucked up "that one time". They more they talked the more they drank. After awhile you saw it was 11:15 pm and you finished what was in your cup. You left the room and made your way to the kitchen to see if they had any good alcohol drinks, you open the fridge and grab and vodka bottle and pour yourself a shot. You jump up and sit on the counter and took a look around, everyone who was once watching infront of the T.V were either asleep or on the balcony outside. 'Ahhh some peace and quiet' you think to yourself then you remember that Alessia told you she hooked up with a guy named Jean 'wait a second something doesn't add up how could have she hook up with Jean if Jean has a girl friend?'  You go on your phone to see if she put anything on her story and she did.. she was a black haired boy who was tagged with the name "Jean". 'ohhh okay so it wasn't the Jean I knew' you thought to yourself relieved. You grabbed your bag to get the blunt that you rolled before you came... as your looking you realize you can't find it, you frantically search through your bag"what- where is it I swear I brought it?!" you say frustrated.

"Brought what?" A familiar voice asked, you froze for a slight second startled by it. You turned to to see who said that, it was Eren. He was even taller then he looked when he was sitting down.

"O-oh my god you scared me" you responded back sounding startled.

"Oh sorry I didn't mean too, I thought you heard me open the door." Eren said. 'Wait is that piercing on his-' you realize your staring too long.

"It's fine don't worry about it, but I brought a blunt with me before I came but I can't find it now." You say back.

"Damn maybe you dropped it somewhere." He responded not breaking eye contact with you as he comes into the kitchen.

"Y-yeah maybe.." you say back. 'Why's he coming over here?' . He walks over to the fridge and grabs a drink, leans his back against the fridge (which is right in front of you). After 15 seconds of silence he strikes up a conversation

"If you want I have a blunt? But we have to share." Eren says.

"Wait are you sure?" You ask him feeling guilty.

"Yeah it's no big deal" he says while smiling at you.

You were right he does have a tongue piercing.

"Thank you so much" you say back.

As you guys share the blunt you both start talking about your school schedule, turns out that you have the same lunch break and most of your classes are the same just with different teachers. By the time the blunt is finished both of your eyes are bloodshot. You look at his arm he has a tattoo of a dragon, 'that's the same one I have' you think to yourself in utter shock 'how did I not notice?'. Just to make sure you ask him..

"Do you mind if I see your tattoo really quick? You ask him.

He walks closer to you and lifts up his sleeve exposing the whole tattoo and arm. 'Wow he's so built' you think to yourself. You take a good look at his tattoo it confirms your theory, it's the same tattoo that you have. You got it the second you turned 18, it symbolizes 'strength' a lot of people have it but it's still quite rare to see someone else have it.

"Wow I was right!" You say excitedly.

"Right about what?" Eren asks confused. You lift up you one side of your crop top exposing the right side of your rib cage, showing him your tattoo. He puts down his drink next to you and asks..

"May I take a closer look? Only if you don't mind though." Your face turns a little red the thought of him being that close to you kind of scared you.

"Y-yeah s-sure." You say nervously. He brings his face closer and looks up at you realizing how red you are. He smirks. He traces over your tattoo with his thumb. Just his touch makes you shiver a little 'goddamn why do I have to be so nervous he's not even doing anything!'  You feel your face getting hotter as he traced it. Then you feel it, he places his whole hand on your waist and pulls you closer.

"W-what are you doing? You ask him super embarrassed as your face flushes an even darker shade of red. He gets up close to your ear and whispers.. "What? Are you just going to act like you haven't been thinking about this all night? I've seen the way you've been looking at me." Eren said with a smirk on his face. Just the way his breath feels on your ear made you shiver. You slightly spread your legs a little open so he can fit right in front of you. He grabs onto both of your thighs and pulls them more towards him making your entire body come closer to his. You can feel your skirt slight hiking up the more you legs spread apart. He looks you up and down before leaning in and gently kissing you once, his lips felt soft against yours, you can smell the scent of mint and weed mixed together, you can feel him smile against your lips. He clearly knows how much  your enjoying this. He kisses you again this time more passionately, you feel his hand move to your lover back pulling you even more closer, you wrap your hands around his neck and give in. He bites softly on your bottom lip making you moan slightly, he takes this chance to force his tongue inside, asserting his dominance. You fight to not let him win,you try your best, but you lose. He slowly stops, and kisses your lips tenderly one more time. Then he places his lips on your neck playfully nibbling at your neck, he finds your sensitive spot, causing you to stifle a moan, you can feel his smile against your skin. The coldness of his piercing against your skin makes you want more. He continues sucking,kissing, and licking your neck for a little longer and then he stops. He gets up close to your ear and says...

"Why don't we take this a private room? I would hate if anyone interrupted us." he said with his eyes full of lust.

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                                                                                                          Authors note:

This took me awhile to write I have a headache now lmao

Anyways if y'all could please lmk if I should change anything or if there any errors I would appreciate it 😌💞✨

[vesemirsexual]

i was getting ready for school, putting my long brown hair into a messy bun. as i looked at my blue eyes in the mirror, my mom came in. "i sold you to pay our debts" she said. "come meet your new masters." i went downstairs and there they were...the kaer morhen wolves

[tradgicworks]

Heartfelt:P-1 A World of Sorrow

When a student of a private school disappears during stormy night, three strangers come together to look for her and end up discovering the dark secrets of the world around them. WORD COUNT - 3134

The light of the setting sun peered into the old diner. Black clouds dotted the sky. Sophie took a long sip from her milkshake and stared wistfully at the horizon. Her golden bangle bracelet slid down her arm as she did.

“What’s wrong?” Gwyneth asked as she noticed her gaze.

Gwyneth brushed her bangs aside. Her dark brown colored eyes were filled with concern. She had voluminous long black hair that covered her shoulders like a fluffy mane. She wore a uniform which consisted of a long skirt, a simple tucked in blouse, and a blazer- all in different shades of purple.

“Nothing’s wrong, I’m just thinking about some stuff,” Sophie said with a meek smile.

"What kinda stuff?" Gwyneth asked.

"Midterms, winter vacation, piano practice. The usual," Sophie replied.

“Wow, not even trying to hide the fact that you weren’t paying attention to my story, huh?" Gwyneth gave an exaggerated sigh.

"I'm sorry," Sophie awkwardly smiled.

 “It's okay, I forgive you. Anyways, remember that girl that went missing a couple months ago, she was a freshman, um, vice president of the chess club or something. Well some of the older students have been talking about how this isn’t the first time that it has happened,” Gwyneth ate one of her few remaining fries. “Near the end of last year’s spring semester a different freshman suddenly moved away. This normally wouldn't have been seen as strange except for the fact that it was right in the middle of finals. Supposedly, one of her friends decided to call her parents to ask about what happened only to be told that the phone number had been out of service for weeks.”

“Spooky,” Sophie commented simply.

“Mhm. So, the older girls started talking and it turned out that a lot of students went missing over the years. They say that it's been about fifteen students in total that have suddenly disappeared. For every single one of them there was a convenient excuse for why, but all of it just seems too coincidental,” Gwyneth leaned in for dramatic effect. “Me thinks there’s a conspiracy afoot.”

“Really? I suppose it is strange, but it could just be that the seniors get overactive imaginations with how much free time they have during finals,” Sophie sighed.

“Aw come on, humor me at least," Gwyneth leaned back. “Don’t you think it’s weird that the academy has a dedicated security team that answers directly to Capital City’s police department? We even have a creepy name for them- Wardens- that’s not normal!”

“Well, given the kind of students that attend it’s not that strange,” Sophie said.

“You really are playing devil's advocate today, huh?” Gwyneth gave a friendly smile.

“Sorry,” Sophie lowered her gaze.

Gwyneth’s smile turned to a face of concern. 

“Hey, are you sure you’re okay-'' Gwyneth started before she was interrupted by the chimes of their phones.

“Curfew,” Sophie swiped at her smartphone. “It’s time to head back.”

“Right...” Gwyneth gazed at her for a few seconds as she packed up her things and got ready to leave before following suit.

The two left a tip for the waiter and headed out into the cold air of the coming winter. The sleepy sky matched the energy of the few students that remained outside, all of them in a quiet hurry to get back to the main campus of Dorothy Elaine Atham's Private Academy for Young Women, or “the academy” as the students plainly referred to it. It was originally constructed in the early 1940s, yet it managed to remain one of the most prestigious high schools in Capital City. This was mostly due to the academy having the support of the Capital City Police Department. They would employ off-duty officers to act as the academy’s security team, or ‘Wardens’ as they were officially referred to. As a result the academy set itself apart as one of the safest private high schools in the entirety of the United States. Strict curfews, no relationships, mandatory dorms, quarterly inspections by the Wardens, uniforms and an arduous curriculum were some of the measures taken to keep the students safe. Wealthy families from all over the country enrolled their children with peace of mind that they would be safe, allowing the school to afford top of the line facilities, staff, and to further its reputation even more. It was said that the academy was so stern with its policies that even the lightest violation could lead to expulsion. Of course that was just a rumor.

Sophie and Gwyneth eventually found themselves back at the main entrance of the academy. Tall walls made of brick and black fencing led to two large half open gates. A flower bed filled with wilting violet roses that matched the student’s outfits sat underneath them. A tall Warden stood at the side of the entrance. Her bright green eyes filled with overwhelming sternness locked with Sophie’s. Sophie averted her gaze and made her way in alongside Gwyneth.

“W-Well, see you tomorrow,” Sophie said to Gwyneth as she took out a pair of wireless earbuds.

“Wait,” Gwyneth gently grabbed her arm before she left. “How about we walk back to your dorm together? I got some more spooky stories I want to tell you about.”

“You won’t make it back to your dorm in time if we do that, you’re on the other side of campus.” Sophie replied.

“I could just stay at your place, y’know like a sleepover,” Gwyneth doubled down as she let go of her arm.

“We both know you can’t do that,” Sophie let out a long breath and held Gwyneth’s shoulders. “I’m fine, really. I know you’re worried about me but I just haven't been getting a lot of sleep. That’s all.”

“Are you sure?” Gwyneth asked.

“I’m sure,” Sophie looked her in the eyes. “I promise that I’m okay.

“Breakfast?” Gwyneth asked dejectedly.

“Of course, breakfast sounds great,” Sophie gave a convincing enough smile. “Now let’s hurry, before the dorm doors lock.” She said as she let go of her.

“Yeah, goodnight,” Gwyneth smiled slightly.

“Goodnight,” Sophie replied before putting in her earbuds and selecting a classical music playlist.

The sun was halfway nestled into the horizon by the time they split. Night was rapidly approaching. The pitch black clouds moved as a mound, thunder rumbled in the distance. The academy resembled a small college more than a high school. Four buildings took up the majority of the campus, each housing their respective grade. A well decorated plaza rested in the middle of the four buildings, where the freshmen, sophomores, juniors, and seniors could interact with each other during lunch or after classes. The dorms sat a few hundred feet from their respective buildings. Wilting but mostly green grass took the majority of the empty space in the campus. Trees and flower beds stood beside the lamp posts that lit up the sprawling walkways. The campus barely had enough room for everything that was built on it, but it was efficient nonetheless.

Sophie’s brows furrowed as the freshmen dorm came into view. It was tucked away in the farthest corner of the campus. While the other dorms enjoyed a nice view of the academy, the freshmen dorms were greeted with the old auditorium. It was by far the oldest building on campus and in a desperate need for renovation. Unfortunately, the construction was inexplicably postponed until the end of the semester- leaving the freshmen with the sight of an ugly, half finished, and decaying building.

Sophie glanced at the front doors. A girl leaned against the doors as she chewed gum. Sophie overlapped the ends of her blazer together and averted her eyes. The girl stopped chewing as Sophie walked to the entrance. Sophie quickly took out her ID card and pressed it against the door’s scanner. The girl swatted her ID to the ground as it finished scanning.

“Whoops,” The girl, Eva, leered in a pretentious tone as she put her arm around her shoulder. “Didn’t see you there princess.”

Eva blew a bubble with her gum and popped it with a sharp snap. Her dyed ash blonde hair was tied into a messy bun. Her hazel colored eyes were flecked with dull orange blemishes. She wore a thick black hoodie and a short skirt which barely fell within the academy’s dress code. A faint but irritatingly smug smirk stretched across her face.

“What do you want, Eva?” Sophie said meekly.

“Nothing much, nothing much at all. I just wanted to talk to my dear friend for uh,” Eva glanced at her wrist watch. “Five minutes.”

“We’re not friends,” Sophie kept her gaze glued to the floor.

“It hurts me to hear you say that,” Eva squeezed her shoulder until she winced from the pain. “Listen, I need a little favor. As you know, winter break is in a week and I’m running low on funds, so I was wondering if you can help me. It’ll run you about five thousand dollars, but of course that’s nothing compared to all the allowance money your mommy and daddy are giving you, right?”

“No,” Sophie muttered.

“Excuse me?,” Eva tilted her head until she met her gaze. “You need to speak up, I can’t hear you through your teeth.”

“I’m not giving you anything,” Sophie pushed her off of herself. “Leave me alone or I’ll report you to the Wardens!”

“Oh, really now?” Eva chuckled dryly. “I think you and I both know you can’t follow up on such a threat, not without putting that friend of yours in a whole lot of trouble…Well you do have a point, I can’t take what’s not in my hands after all…” She glanced at her watch and gave a sadistic smirk.

“But neither can you,” Eva said before sweeping Sophie’s legs and causing her to trip backwards.

Sophie yelped in pain as she just managed to catch herself. By the time she got up Eva was already inside of the dorm with her ID in hand. She rushed to the doors only to find that they were already locked. The sound of a grandfather clock chimed through the PA system signaling the start of the curfew. 

“It’s a good thing you managed to scan the door before you dropped your ID, huh? That way it's on record that you got in here before curfew. Your perfect attendance is not in danger, though it was a real shame you lost your ID. Don’t worry though I’ll turn it in to the lost and found in the morning. Have a nice night, princess! I hear it's going to be a dark and stormy one,” Eva laughed while waving Sophie’s ID in the air. 

“Wait!” Sophie pleaded as she desperately tried to open the door, but no matter how much she pushed against them, the doors refused to budge.

She froze as she felt a cold drop of rain fall down her neck. She looked up at the rumbling dark sky. It began to pour. Sophie clung to what little shelter could find at the side of the building. She took out her phone and tried to call Gwyneth, only to find that her screen had shattered completely from when she tripped. She looked around for a Warden but found none. She yanked out her earbuds and angrily threw them into her bag in frustration. Pathetically faint music leaked out of them. She leaned against the wall and sunk until she was sitting with her knees to her chest.

Despite its claims to security, the reality is that the school can’t keep everyone safe. With the majority of students coming from wealthy backgrounds, treating one too harshly could lead to the parents withdrawing their donations. Without those funds, the school would cease to function- something the academy avoided at all costs. As such, there was an unwritten rule that the wealthier the family, the more lenient the punishment. Though many students did not take advantage of this reality, after all attending the academy was a privilege. All except for Eva. Nobody really knows why, but the school would turn a blind eye to her many misdeeds. Some speculated that it was due to her role as one of the academy’s star athletes, others thought that she was secretly related to the headmaster. Regardless of the rumors, the reality was that she was cruel, spiteful, and above all, manipulative. She made a habit of harassing students that had unfortunately drawn her attention. Whether it be through blackmail, harassment, or slander, she would abuse her victim until they were forced to do whatever she wanted. No matter how much students tried to retaliate she always seemed to have the upper hand and the academy would turn the other way. As a result she had gained an infamous reputation amongst the freshmen and sophomores as someone to be avoided at all costs. Unfortunately for Sophie, Eva seemed to be obsessed with making her time at the academy as miserable as possible. Eva’s persistence was so overwhelming that Sophie ended up being isolated from the rest of her class out of fear of Eva alone. The only person brave enough to still talk to her was her closest friend Gwyneth. She did her best to make sure that Sophie was rarely alone and felt safe. However, even that backfired. Eva had somehow managed to take a photo of Gwyneth that would lead to her expulsion if revealed to the public. Ever since then, Eva has hung that threat over Sophie’s head and she couldn’t let anything happen to her best friend. As such, Sophie felt so alone. She felt as if she was left to fend for herself against the clutches of a monster.

Sophie pressed her face against her knees, frustration weighing at her heart, and began to cry. Harsh winds began to pick up and slam waves of rain against her. Sophie took a shaky deep breath and slowly rose to her feet. She looked at her surroundings to try to find better shelter. Her gaze eventually lingered on the auditorium. She choked down a cough before grabbing her bag and heading towards the unfinished building.

. . .

The outside of the auditorium was a mix of moldy wood and peeling paint. Its towering size gave it the imposing essence of a Victorian mansion. Overgrown vines and unkept leaves dressed the entirety it’s walls. Sophie steeled herself as she approached the entrance. She stopped under a small awning that hung over the front doors where no rain seemed to fall. Lightning followed by thunder struck as she gripped her rain soaked skirt and wrung out the excess water. She shivered from the cold as she dried herself the best she could. When she finished, she leaned against the door. 

“The dorms open up at 6 am, I’ll be able to get my ID back then,” She thought to herself as she stared at the hole riddled awning. “Maybe father will buy me a new phone, it was pretty old anyways.”

She grabbed her wrist and felt for her bracelet, her only reminder of warmth. A wave of sadness surged through her.

“Mom, Dad, I want to go back home,” She whispered to herself.

Chills spread out through her entire body as the door she braced herself against suddenly flung open with a sharp clang. She regained her balance and turned around. The door’s handle laid on the floor completely broken. The darkness of the auditorium greeted her with a gust of musty, but warm, air. She took a step back only to have the freezing rain fall on the back of her neck. Sophie looked at the entrance with an uneasy face. After a few moments she hesitantly walked in.

The building was much larger than it appeared. A few work-lights left turned on lit the auditorium with sheets of inconsistent light. Door frames to rooms that were used for the construction’s storage lined the walkways. The long hallways on either side of Sophie curved out of view. In front of her sat two large doors. She pushed the heavy doors open and stepped inside. She found herself in the academy’s theater. Rows of weathered red fabric seats stepped down into the center stage. The stage’s walnut flooring was scuffed from years of use and subsequent neglect. Two large maroon curtains blocked the view to the backstage.  A small podium sat at the front of it, its paint flaking off to the bare wood. She climbed onto the stage, its visage faintly lit by the work-lights that peered through the half opened doors.

Sophie stared at the seats in a silent awe. She imagined what the theater would look like if it were full of people and wondered why the academy refused to finish renovations. As she pondered, her gaze lowered to the podium. Her eyes narrowed. Faint scratches lined the bottom of it. She wiped a layer of dust off with her hand and revealed a string of faintly recognizable letters.

“Save me?” Sophie slowly read out loud.

“Heard.” A breathy and raspy voice that stretched out every syllable echoed through the theater. “You.”

The doors slammed shut, snuffing out the work-lights and leaving her in complete darkness.

“W-Who’s there?” Sophie stammered.

A bittersweet melody of hums snaked through the dark and into Sophie’s ears in reply.

“Show y-yourself,” Fear gripped at her heart, she clutched her school bag ready to swing it whatever was lurking in the darkness.

“Heard,” The voice repeated, this time more strained. “You.”

“T-This isn’t f-funny, please stop!” She said with a slight whimper.

“Save. You. You. Want. Me. To. Save...” The voice called from behind her causing her to jump in fear.

She swung her schoolbag wildly but it collided against nothing.

“Go. Somewhere. Safe. You. Want. To. Go. Somewhere. Safe. Somewhere. Home...” The voice grew louder.

“Stay away…” She said silently.

Her breaths grew frantic. An overwhelming dread welled in her gut. Panic coursed through her entire body.

“I. Can. Help.” The voice whispered.

A raspy strand of flesh wrapped around her feet before she could react. Her horrified scream was cut short as another strand that gagged her mouth shut. More and more threads wrapped around her body until she was stuck in an airtight cage. She shrieked in muffled terror as she was yanked behind the curtains. Lightning flashed illuminating the theater in a pang of white before decaying back into darkness. Silence followed. The night continued as normal as a stormy night could. Though a few freshmen swore that they heard strange noises coming from the old auditorium that night. Screams of struggles, pleads for help, and a blood curdling shriek to name a few. Of course nobody took it too seriously. It was just a rumor after all.