#it would have been stupid high my senior year of highschool

[razziematazz]

yeah sexy bitches it’s extremely goofy headcanon time

(disclaimer: some of this would be specific to a human and/or modern au, because i love drawing them as humans, love the designs i gave them, and was not yet born in 2000- let alone conscious to remember anything about it. also i like giving them tails, even in the human au. this ended up being very long, so here’s a courtesy cut!)

max goof:

this man is BISEXUAL!!!!!!! he and roxanne were bi4bi, but they (mutually) broke up their senior year of highschool bc roxanne was moving for college across the country. after a bit of time, they went to just being close friends :3

speaking of college: we know that the goof family is poor. THEREFORE, i raise you: max is at college via a full ride scholarship. he worked his ASS off to be able to go to college without having to take out loans or “leech” from his dad, and it paid off!

he’s actually REALLY smart but a lot of people don’t know that bc “oh that’s some alt skater boy. he’s probably scraping by with a C average at best”.

he’s also the only reason bobby has passed any classes since junior year of hs

he came out to goofy the summer after he graduated high school. goofy cried bc he was so happy max trusted him enough with that and threw max 2 parties. he is the type of dad to buy max pride socks and wear a shirt that says “i love my gay son” for all of june. max is more than a little embarrassed, but overall? he loves his dad, and he’s really glad his dad loves him no matter what

idc what yall say he is NOT a little white boy as a human 😭😭😭 was literally jump scared the first time i saw him drawn white bc like i just thought it was agreed upon that he’s a POC

continuing with him as a human: yall will see this when i post my designs, but he’s pierced UP ‼️ he’s got snakebites he wears rings in (outwardly mimicking his buck teeth, since i draw the rings thick), both a madonna and monroe piercing, heavily gauged lobes, a double conch and double helix on his right ear, an industrial on his left, a right eyebrow piercing, and a tongue piercing. i also toyed w the idea of hip piercings but thinking abt dermal piercings makes me genuinely sick so

he also taught himself how to do piercings and pierced bobby’s lobe. a good half of his piercings were done at home. do not follow his example <3

(he tried to pierce his nipples and failed horribly, so he just took out the jewelry bc he was NOT having uneven nipples. this is based on one of my friend’s experiences!)

yall already KNOW he’s got that smudgy eyeliner look going on

that takes about 2 minutes. his hair, however, takes him a good 30! and an ungodly amount of hairspray.

his mom left when he was 5 and he barely remembers her

he and the goof troop became quick friends with tank after the x-games, and max definitely had a hand in tank giving bradley another chance

has a pet king snake and a pet tarantula! he got them when his powerline phase was still SUPER strong and named them both after him/his songs. whenever people ask him to explain their names, he gets lowkey embarrassed

got a matching trap stamp w bobby. peej was going to join too but he chickened out as soon as the needle touched down 😭

(the first time bradley accidentally caught a glimpse of max’s tramp stamp, he malfunctioned, fled the room, and had a crisis)

long, double coated black tail

bradley uppercrust III

closeted gay man

he’s the typical frat boy who’s been with a ton of girls, and he just kind of assumed that sex was a chore people went through and it was supposed to be be kind of unfulfilling for everyone

nah it’s just bc he wasn’t actually attracted to women 😭😭 he didn’t realize that he’s gay until his junior year of undergrad

(max and his stupid mouth full of stupid piercings that pours out stupid words and dumber retorts is what made him realize)

(he was literally like a little boy pulling on his crush’s pigtails and didn’t even realize it until about two weeks after the x-games, when he couldn’t stop thinking about how max still smiled at him and called off the bet afterwards)

on this topic: realizing he was gay caused an absolutely gigantic crisis, especially since he didn’t have a support system at all

(tank needed a lot of time to process everything, and even longer to begin forgiving bradley)

(speaking of that, while bradley was still officially the president of the gamma mu mu fraternity on paper [his dad paid everyone off], tank took over his position after the x-games. bradley was basically ostracized)

the main part of why his being gay was such a horrible realization for him is because his dad is the epitome of conservative. his mom believes queer people are just misled.

oh good lord, now it’s time to talk about his horrible father!!

as we’ve said, bradley’s dad is extremely homophobic. he’s the kind of guy to say spew absolutely every false “fact” or “statistic” and homophobic rhetoric anyone could have, and did this to bradley

he also put insane amounts of pressure on bradley

in the words of myself after watching a sad tiktok:

“[bradley is] so comphet and horrible neglectful parents who put far too much pressure on him core. he’s such a trust fund baby except the people who created that trust aren’t even in his life. he’s so simultaneously absent father and father who is constantly There, in his mind, judging him. he’s so internalized homophobia [because of this]”.

his father is definitely financially abusive btw

while he’s extremely rich, he threatens to take away any and all funding and shut down bradley’s cards at even the slightest hint of failure

being gay wouldn’t just get bradley’s funds cuts, though. it’d get him cut entirely from the family.

he’s meant to be perfect because he’s meant to be exactly like his dad and take over his dad’s place after retirement.

even one mistake would “warrant” his dad yelling at him for hours

bradley’s extreme daddy issues is what caused him to react so strongly to goofy saying “well clearly you don’t understand the bond between a father and son 🙄”

also bradley’s dad is the kind of guy to go for younger girls. he had four wives before bradley’s mom, but would leave them as soon as he found out his spawn was to be a girl instead of a boy. he needed a son to take on his “legacy”, and if they couldn’t provide that, they were worthless

and them being ~21 means they wouldn’t know any better

plus, he believes in the stupid “a woman’s prime childbearing years are 16-23 🤓” bs

so like even as he got older, he kept getting with women in that age range instead of those of his own

aka bradley’s mom was 21 and his dad 36 when they got married and had bradley within the same year.

on this note , bradley’s mom is.. not as bad

she holds the same values as his father, but isn’t nearly as extreme

she wouldn’t disown bradley for him being gay, but she would cry and cry because she thought it was a sign she failed as a mother. she’d beg him to “take it back”

to bradley, this is even worse than his father’s anger, since he was a mamas boy through and through.

she wouldn’t ever stand up to his dad, but even when he was young, bradley understood that it was out of fear

if she could get away with it, his mom would always comfort him after his dad’s outbursts

but if she was caught, his father would yell that all this soft treatment would turn him into a (slur i’m not comfortable saying!) and he needed to learn his lesson

all im gonna say is she blames herself

however, speaking of when bradley was young..

his mom has wavy/curly blonde hair

when he was young, he had the exact same hair as his mom

however, as he got older, his hair got darker

until it eventually became the same shade as his dad’s

bradley knew this made his mom a bit sad, but neither of them commented on it, because they both knew bradley was even more upset

it meant that he was now a near carbon copy of his father- minus his hair still being curly, and his lack of facial hair

however, when he got older and his hair became darker, his dad started pressuring him to straighten it, too

of course, he did, even though he hated it

… and at college, as a very subtle way of rebelling, he stopped straightening his hair until he had to see his father

anywayssss onto lighter headcanons!

(roxanne as well interlude !!)

bradley’s maternal uncle is married to roxanne’s maternal aunt!!

(this has absolutely zero basis btw 😭)

minus tank, roxanne was the closest friend to bradley growing up

his dad wasn’t really happy he was so close to a girl, but since roxanne is family, he let it slide; he’s supposed to be such a good family man, after all! it’s the uppercrust image!

anyways, as i said, they were super close

they would gravitate to each other every family get together (christmas, thanksgiving, etc) and would beg their parents to let them visit each other as often as possible

it was much more common for bradley to visit roxanne’s house than vice versa, since roxanne’s parents just have a feeling about bradley’s father. bradley had no issue with this at all

however.. max knew absolutely nothing about this!

whenever roxanne would say “sorry, i’ve got family over right now, i can’t hang out today”, he just wouldn’t question it

and bradley would passively listen to roxanne talk about her crushes, but since he couldn’t relate, it just sort of went into one ear and out the other

they also started to drift a bit during highschool

roxanne coming out to bradley was.. a lot. but he loves her, and knows she’s the best person he’s ever met, and so slowly, he begins to unlearn what his parents taught

roxanne is extremely proud (lol!) of bradley and bradley is.. feeling a lot of things, but he can’t say hate for others is one of them

for a long time, even when bradley was growing closer to the goof troop, winning back tanks everything, and accepting his feelings for max, roxanne was who bradley could always count on. she’s the person he came out to first, and he actually went to her for boy (max) advice multiple times 😭

she caught on quickly but didn’t mind at all

anyways, neither roxanne nor bradley knew that the other knows max- let alone that they eventually both date him

for the first time max is friends with bradley and roxanne comes back to spoonersville for christmas, max introduces them

except they already know each other.

and instead of “hello, im ___”, what he sees is them absolutely booking it towards each other with an “OH MY GODDDD!! HIIIII!! IT’S BEEN WAYYY TO LONG!! I HAVENT SEEN YOU IN, LIKE, 2 THANKSGIVINGS!!!!! HOWVE YOU BEEEN OMG WE NEED TO CATCH UP!!!!”

they both completely ignore max and he’s stood there absolutely DUMBFOUNDED

he is STUNNED

he is the EPITOME of ?!?!?!

bc what are the chances they know each other?? roxanne is NOTHING like the front bradley puts on, and her parents sure as hell aren’t millionaires

and what are the CHANCES max ends up not only having a crush on, but ends up DATING both?????

more roxanne: curled, medium-short haired, solid ginger tail

back to bradley

secretly loves it when max calls him brad instead of his full name

before max, no one had ever shortened his name

it feels like a separation from himself and the uppercrust name

it feels like he’s his own person, and not just an extension of his father- bradley uppercrust II

it takes him a good while and a few drinks to ever admit this, but afterwards, “brad” stops being only a teasing nickname- it has a new undercurrent of warmth

an everything shower takes him about 2 hours. he has very long, very specific skin care (both face and body), hair care, nail care, and grooming routines

these include the usages of no less than 30 different products

he has glasses but would rather wear contacts or just not be able to see than EVER wear them in public.

curled, very fluffy tail with a white bottom and tan top

(his dad forced him to always be in complete control of his tail; to never let it wag, never tuck it, anything. always hold it up high and steady)

(the only time he would let himself forgo these rules is when he was with only roxanne)

(the first time he felt the tell that his tail was about to wag when with max, he left IMMEDIATELY, and it took a while to unlearn all of this)

bobby zimmeruski

biggest stoner any of them have ever met

he’s high for the entirety of both movies

genuinely uses brainrot speak (rizz, sigma, gyatt, etc)

this spread to max, and eventually pj

…and when bradley caught himself thinking a brainrot word for the first time, he was absolutely MORTIFIED

he refuses to say the words.

however, beret girl is never infected!!

religious game grumps viewer

he tried to be a twitch streamer for like two days

pasty ass mf 😭😭

he has to wear spf100 every single time he goes outside in the summer or he WILL get 3rd degree sunburns

short and short-haired ginger tail

PJ

absolutely, 100% in love with bianca

im talking he’s already saving up for an engagement ring

(she would say yes in a heartbeat)

he stops wearing the beret he’s seen in at the end of the movie after a while

bianca assured him that, although she’s flattered, she’d love him just as much if he stayed the exact same as when they first met

his new found love of poetry is as genuine as can be tho

the designated driver for SURE

the “what the flip” to max’s “what the fuck” and bobby’s “what the sigma”

(PJ very rarely curses bc his dad does often. if yall didn’t know, his dad. erm. canonically sucks!! not as badly as bradley’s, but his dad is the “your kids should respect (FEAR) you” type)

has a short haired, black bobtail

beret girl

her name is bianca roan greene (b for beret, roan bc i like it, and g for girl)

she goes by roan bc i want her to escape being BG

(credit to Lian_mail on ao3 for the roan part!!)

also bi but leans heavily towards women

she’s a psychology major

she bonds with max over piercings bc she’s also got a few non-standard piercings!

she’s got double lobes, a helix, a forward helix, a conch and a daith on both sides

she wants a nose piercing but feels like, in regards to her future field of work, she’s already pushing her luck with all of the ear piercings

they’re partially why she wears her hair so long

by far the best at advice and the most level-headed out of the (extended, which includes her, roxanne, bradley, and tank) goof troop

has a long, smooth, long-haired tail the same color as her hair

[thx-sunsxts-addrxss]

Letters of love that touches one’s soul

Junior year of Highschool-

Krithika was walking home from a bad day.

How dare Delilah accuse her for 'stealing her boyfriend'? Like, Krithika didn't even know who her boyfriend was!

"Girly!" Called someone who could only be one person. "Hey, Krithika!"

She turned, annoyed. 

"What, Shah?" She spoke, using  his last name to intimidate him. He took a step back in fear, regained his composure and waved a folded piece of paper.

"I'll just keep this here" Suyodhana Shah hurried off.

Krithika could hear the elderly on the street talking about how energetic and bright he was for a 19 year old. And the younger about how handsome he was, with his heterochromia. Which was all true of course. Even if she was in a bad mood, she couldn't deny that.

She opened the letter in curiosity.

And the saga of love letters starts here.

Dear Krithika,

When you open this, I've probably run off already. Just the coward I am.

Isn't it crazy how much you changed me? I went from a tech nerd to nerd on the subject of you.

I'm really bad at constructing angles, and even though you look beautiful from every angle, I think the angle I see you from is the best.

I don't play with fire, but when we're together, I feel the sparks flying.

I don't like science but when I'm with you, I can see the chemistry.

I'm learning important dates in history. Wanna be one of them?

Ps. Don't kill me at school tomorrow.

Love,

          Suyodhana 

Senior year of high school-

He glanced down at the note Krithika had given him, his heart pounding.

Dear Suyodhana,

Remember your letter last year? I realized I never actually replied. And, honestly,

It was incredibly cringey. You are super cheesy. But I would not mind having you on my pizza.

I was having a super bad day when you gave me that. It felt like you wiped off the rain cloud above my head and replaced it with sunshine.

I'm not a fortune teller, but I can see my future with you.

Love,

        Krithika.

A couple years later-

He had a stupid grin on his face as he handed Krithika a letter.

Dear Krithika,

Before I had felt the sparks. 

Now I feel a fire burning in my heart.

My life without you,

Is the sky without blue,

Roses are red,

You like the white ones instead,

Violets are blue,

And my love for you is always true,

But still, 

It grew.

Krithika Shah,

Will you marry me?

Krithika looked up in tears.

"Yes. I would love to"

Dear Suyodhana,

It's been awhile since we wrote these letters. 

I don't know if you'll ever see this.

I want you to know that I still love you. Sleeper or not.

Arundhati. You named our child Arundhati, after the morning star. And I must say, it was the most fitting. You really don't get anything wrong, do you?

She asked where you were today. When are you coming back?

I love you always. Aru loves you always. And I know you love us too.

From,

         Krithika.

But the reply didn't come. And finally, 12 years later, Krithika understood it would never come.

Dear Suyodhana,

What were you thinking in those last moments?

Were you okay?

Were you happy?

Were you sad? Or distressed?

Were you about to take my hand?

It has been 6 months from the final battle. I know you must be so proud of your pretty little girls. They found peace. 

Kara had to bear a punishment. I'm sure you would be absolutely devastated to hear that, but it was for the better. She is with the family you took her from, able to relive everything. She is carefree and has no memory of anything that happened.

Aru. She's just so brave, you know? I'm sure you would be mad to hear she has someone to love now. They look like when we were younger, living in the bliss of young love. She's taken most of your genes, which is why she looks absolutely pretty. She's grown into an independent, beautiful young woman.

Thank you for everything. I hope you've found peace.

And one day, I'll join you and we can make up for lost time.

I love you.

Love,

        Krithika.

A tear dropped onto the letter. It dampened the small spot that it had fell on, smudging the cursive handwriting a little. She put her hands together and closed her wet eyes.

"I hope you're in a better place" Krithika prayed. She looked up to the sky, wondering if he was looking down at her endearingly. She crouched down to the chilling grave as the wind blew autumn leaves to the burial.

"You always liked autumn, didn't you? Now you can always see it"

And with that, on the cold ground that had now captivated her lover's body, Krithika Shah placed the last letter of love and ended their love story.

[prompt by @the-princess-fangirl. Tysm!]

[on1yfairys]

Lost soul

From preschool to 2nd grade, I was well-liked and had a lot of friends. Was very comfortable, with talking with my peers. In 3rd grade I started to get bullied because of my weight. That summer I got my period and boobs. I was the very first girl to have that kind of growth spurt at 7 in a half. My mom thought I was raped or molested or something. My body started to mature then. By the time of 5th grade, my body really matured and lots of boys could see. During lunch, his boy TYRONE came up to me with a joke about my breast and everyone laughed and some people said "Why would you say that ". Ever since then, I have worn a jacket. It was a charter school as well which I'm very greatful for so I didn't have to worry about planning outfits. I wore jackets from 5th - to 9th grade because of that comment. Of course, when you get to highschool, the rise of Instagram models that had BBLs became the desired look at my public school. I had the body and many of my male friends would try to act like they liked me but they didn't just like my body. Most just wanted to lose their virginity as well. I never gave in. When 2020 came around, it was finally when I decided that I was going to talk more in class and participate. I was comfortable. Then covid happened. Came back to school for senior year and most of my friends graduated early because they did online school except my boyfriend. Almost gave my virginity up in 12th grade to him. He then betrayed me and it really hurt. I didn't forgive him until months later. after the betrayal, I lost myself. Before we started our situation, I was literally glowing. I was so happy after thinking I wouldn't make new friends but I ended up being friends with amazing people. For the rest of high school, I was just quiet all for a stupid boy. I was just so embarrassed. Got into college, I haven't made friends. I made acquaintances but high schoolgrateful who were nice but not friends. I know most friend groups break up but I haven't even gotten to know anyone really. My only friend is my friend from preschool. We've been together from preschool to middle. I'm a sophomore about to be junior, and now want to be seen. I never realized how damaging being quiet has made me. I was so confident when I was younger now I'm just anxious about talking to people, I'm starting to have a stuttering problem and keep reliving in embarrassing moments. Today was my last straw when something embarrassing happened. No more. I just want good advice on how to move forward.

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

Emerald of Secrets (note: temp title), tell me a bit about it?

Heyo! (From the WIP title game)

The Emerald of Secrets is a title I've gotten attached to and I most likely will have to change it unless I can figure something out but whatever.

It actually started out as a fanfiction of the Rainbow Magic series with my own OCs. I was like 8-9 I think?

Natalie the Necklace Fairy, Draft One

Natalie flied up in the air and sprinkled some fairy dust on them. “I just have enough left.” she said matter of factly. Trish and Christy watched as the world around them grew larger and larger. Were they shrinking?... Yes, they were! They looked around, everything was so big. “Holy cow!” shouted Christy. “I can’t believe it!” “This is way cool!” said Trish. They tried out their wings. Trish went in circles shouting excitedly, “Weee!!!!” over and over and over. Christy went up and down slowly. After a few minutes they landed next to Natalie, both with smiles on their faces. “Time to begin.” Natalie said. They all flew past the tree and began to search for blue goo. A few feet from the tree on a leaf was a spot of goo. A few more feet, a spot was found on a stone. They followed the blue trail for over a mile to the edge of a cave. “It ends here.” said Natalie.

Then I tried to adapt it to my own thing, but with a very similar concept, and I changed the title, at around age 12ish?

The Emerald of Secrets, Draft Two

“What is it, Trish?” asked Christy. When Trish didn’t answer, Christy looked at the stream. She gasped at what she saw. Just above the stream, was a whirlwind. It was spinning around really fast, and was getting faster by the second. Christy couldn’t believe her eyes! Then, something about 4 inches tall tumbled out on the ground and the whirlwind disappeared. “That was weird,” said Christy. “Is there anything else…?” But before she could finish, she saw Trish on the ground next to the thing that fell out of the whirlwind. “Trish…. What are you doing?” Trish hesitated before she said, “I don’t believe it!” “Believe what?” Christy asked, laying on the ground next to Trish. “What don’t…?” Then she saw it. “That’s impossible…” she whispered. Well, not really impossible, if it was in front of her. In front of her, was a tiny person with curly brown hair lying on the ground unconscious with shimmering red wings on her back.

I revamped it in highschool, around age 15, and it ended up being super angsty, and I stopped before I got to the fairies. Also the only time this has been in first person (which I hate in the context of this story, it does not work)

The Emerald of Secrets: The Protector, Draft Three

If there was one thing worse than death, it would be leaving without saying goodbye. It would be never seeing your best friend again. It would be feeling alone. It would be being an outcast. It would be being stared at by strangers every day. Being swept away without any explanation. Not knowing what to do next. Not knowing where you are. If there was one thing worse than death, it would be leaving behind everything you know. This is how I felt as a stared at the sign that read “Anderson High School” in big, giant gold letters next to a drawing of a matching golden butterfly. A butterfly. A freaking insect was the mascot of this stupid school. Sweat started to pour down my brow. It was late September, but it was still hot. Around me were several kids wearing sweaters, like it was cool outside. I guess that’s normal for Orlando kids. It’s really hard to adjust from Minnesota to Florida, I guess. I brushed my sandy blonde hair out of my eyes. Ugh, my bangs were soaked with my own sweat. I felt as if there were millions of eyes on me as I pushed open the door. I saw girls whispering to each other, and plenty of fingers pointing at me, the kids trying to be discreet, to see if I wouldn’t notice. But I did.

Then it wasn't until my senior year (age 18) creative writing class I went back to this. I was assigned to write a fantasy short story, so here's part of what I wrote:

Fantasy Short Story, Draft Four

When they arrived at their neighborhood, Nyana looked around in devastation. “This is just the beginning. It’s going to get a lot worse.” As if on cue, there was a painful scream from across the street. Christy whirled and spotted a woman, her skin a searing red. Christy started to feel a burning sensation, too, when Nyana snapped her fingers. Across the block, people were screaming and running in the shade, or inside. “Help them, too!” Christy cried. “My magic isn’t powerful enough without the stone,” Nyana said gravely. Christy watched in horror as the skin burned of men, women, and children alike. “What’s happening?” Trish asked in terror. “It’s my stone,” Nyana answered. “It’s causing your world to lose its protection from your sun.” “Are you saying the ozone layer is starting to lose its protection abilities?” Christy asked. Nyana nodded. “If all of it vanishes, life on Earth would cease to exist.” Nyana suddenly gasped, sprinting lightly toward one fence and kneeling beside it. Trish and Christy followed her. Nyana rubbed two fingers slightly along the rot, then pulled back. Christy and Trish recoiled in disgust. The fairy’s fingers were covered in a dark goo. “Darklings.” She stood, scanning her surroundings, looking for more goo.

But with the given word count, it wasn't working. Christy and Trish didn't do anything. Two days before the assignment was due, I rewrote it, just focusing on Nyana.

Fantasy Short Story Take Two, Draft Five

Out of the corner of her eye, Nyana saw Almehda, still fighting. A darkling troll lifted its sword. “No!” Nyana broke her magic and zipped across the room, throwing herself in front of her sister. A blast of vermillion light clouded her vision. She squinted her eyes open. The troll had been thrown backward and now held a shattered sword in his hand. Nyana turned to see Almehda, who was staring at her with wide eyes. Nyana looked down and saw she was surrounded by a bright cinnabar aura. She whirled to face Dethrad, floating toward the center of the room. “I am Nyana,” she said, her voice strong. “Guardian of the Security Stone and Protector of the Fairy Realm. You will return the ruby to its rightful owner and remain in the Dark Realm.” Dethrad laughed and shot a blast of dark magic at her. Nyana snapped her fingers and the smoke dissipated before it reached her. Dethrad growled. Nyana slowly dropped to the ground. The darklings around her parted a great room for her, leaving only the fairies in the center of the room. Nyana planted herself in front of her people, right before Dethrad. The dark elf loomed over her—at least three times her height. Dethrad roared and blasted a large mass of dark magic toward the fairies. Nyana stood her ground. A lateritious shield formed above them. The black magic collided with the force field. “I am Nyana. Guardian of the Security Stone and Protector of the Fairy Folk.” She pushed the shield back toward Dethrad. He growled and pushed on his magic harder. “You will return the ruby to its rightful owner and stay banished in the Dark Realm.” She thrust out her palm, pushing her shield with one final force into Dethrad. The dark elf was engulfed by his own black magic, and when the smoke dissipated, he was gone.

This was a lot of reading, sorry. Just wanted to give accurate vibes for each of these :)

I don't know where this will go next. Christy and Trish will come back, but Nyana will definitely be the protagonist. I think it'll be fun if it was a lot darker. We shall see. I definitely want to work on it after TSP.

Thanks for the ask!

[badboojuicetm]

Cheesy

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem oc

Warnings: Blood and vomit maybe?

Fluff and angst

A/N: didn't know how to end it so if you have anything that would make it better please tell me. Lmk if you want more Audrey content.

“Do you think it’s out of our system?”

“I don't know, maybe,” he asks, shifting his body to lean on the toilet bowl.

The brightly colored bath room smelled of vomit and old sweat. The fluorescent lights buzzed creating a white noise over the women's restroom.

“How about we ask some questions.” He suggested with a lopsided smile across his face.

His blue sailor looking uniform was stained with blood and traces of vomit from the previous purging. His left eye felt as if it was going to explode out of his eye, and he knew he would have a killer headache for at least a week.

“Shoot.” She replied, resting her feet on the bathroom stall that had boobs carved in it. Her black converse with yellow stars colored in on the side tapped together as she laid her head on the parallel wall.

“When's the last time you peed your pants.”

“Today.”

“Really!” Turning his head in shock.

“Yeah when the russian doctor came out with the bone saw. It was Just a little bit.” She explained, holding her index and thumb up millimeters from each other. The two started filling the room with laughter, and for the first time in the past 48 hours they felt safe. Even though they were russian fugitives.

Audrey shifted in her position again, her inside monologue arguing with itself. “Have you ever–” she paused, picking at her already chipped nail polish she had only put on a week ago,

“been in love?” She spit out cautiously, staring at the divider between the two of them. Deep down she knew she shouldn't have asked that, but she wanted to know. She wanted to know everything about him to make for the lost time and the little time they have.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah.” He answered, “ Nancy Wheeler, first semester senior year.” Bringing his hand up and releasing it creating an exploding noise. But he was a different person now, not as artificial. He knows what he wants now.

“Oh my god, you were serious about that.” She criticizes looking down at her hands. Of course she had heard about the two of them dating, they were the it couple of Hawkins high. Audrey hated the two of them together with every being of her body. Every Time she saw the two of them making out in the hallway she tried to not throw up.

“Yep, turns out she wasn't a pris.” Steve replies, feeling his heart beat start to pick up.

Audrey's eyes lift back up to the stall wall, “ Are you still in love with her?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

Steve felt his chest tighten, but there was a calling to him that this is what he had to do. Why should he be scared, he wasn't lying. He would finally let everything out.

“I guess it's because I found someone better for me. I don't know, ever since dustin got home he's been talking about how I have to find my suzie-”

“Suzie? Dustin’s imaginary girlfriend?” Audery interrupts getting a sense of where this is going and trying to slow it down. She looked too far behind the curtain and now regretted it. It was a stupid idea, she always had to follow her moronic instincts.

“He says she's real, but come on, hotter than phoebe cates.” He chuckles, running his hand anxiously through his mane of hair.

“But that doesn't matter. The point is this girl that I like is somebody who I’ve hurt and been a real asshole to for too long. I mean all throughout highschool I ignored her and I don't even know why. Maybe because Tommy H would've made fun of me or I wouldn't have been prom king, some stupid shit like that.” Frowning to himself as he felt the guilt he had burrowed within himself resurface.

“Because when I think about it, the best times of my life were with this girl and I should have been hanging out with her the whole time anyways. First of all, she's absolutely hilarious I mean I have never laughed harder than I have this summer.” Steve smiles to himself as he's recalling the girl who just threw up a bunch of truth serum with him. All the stupid ramblings and dick jokes that made this summer so bearable. Creating stupid games to pass the time.

Audery can't help but smile at his flattery and confession, but she knows she shouldn't.

“And she's smart, way smarter than me. I mean she deciphered a Russian translation in a couple of hours and could tell you why the Russian alphabet is the way it is. You know ever since she came back into my life, she has treated me with kindness I don't deserve. Hell she had saved my ass several times.” She feels the anguish rise in her and crumples in on herself on the bathroom floor. This isn't how it's supposed to go, why is life so unfair.

“If could go back in time I would tell myself to never let her go”

Love is suffocating him in his corner with the toilet as he lets the feelings he has felt for too long be released. Waiting for anything he sits, his body fuzzy and his heart pounding. As minutes pass he sits to himself, his heart pounding of love turns cold and filled with anxiety. Maybe he overstepped a line, maybe she doesnt love him, hell maybe she overdosed. What if this breaks everything so delicately built back up and she never wants to see him again.

“Hepburn,” he asks, banging against the wall between them.

Audrey lifts her head out of her cocoon of shame to the noise knowing she's going to have to respond. She wishes her self made hiding spot could swallow her up. She wouldn't have to deal with the feelings or fall out from the bomb about to be dropped.

“Auds, did you just OD in there?” He asks, hoping maybe that's the answer rather than straight up rejection.

“I am still alive.” She chuckles, trying to lighten the mood. The chuckle turns into heavy breathing as she tries to control the weight on her chest.

Feeling something wrong from the other side of the border Steve feels the urge to try and help. Moving away from the corner facing the stall wall, he slides himself across the disgusting bathroom floor to come face to face with her.

“That floor's disgusting.” She scolds him.

“Yeah well I already got a bunch of blood and puke on me, whatever disease lives on the floor can't hurt.” He says trying to make eye contact with her.

Leaning his foot on the wall near her head he asks her, “What do you think?”

“About?”

“This girl.”

“She sounds like the coolest person to walk the earth.” He smiles at her comment.

“Absolutely.” He agrees, trying to get her to smile. “And what about the guy?”

“I think he's on drugs and is not thinking straight.” She tried to reason, hoping to let him down easy.

“Really, because I think this is the first time in his life he's thinking clearly.”

“If he were 12 and playing in the woods of Hayfield farm I would say so too.” She looked back down to her nails, unable to keep eye contact with him. “But he’s not, and neither is she. They grew up.”

“And if he knew her now and all she's kept from him,” she pauses for a moment, feeling her throat tighten. “I don't know if he’d even want to be her friend.”

“No way is that true.” He reassures her, resting his elbow on her knee.

“Steve, it's shocked me to my core, but no matter how many times I tried to tell myself, I missed you. But I’m not like your other friends. I'm not like Nancy Wheeler.” She looks down sniffling.

“Audrey, that's exactly why I like you.”

“What do you remember of my mom?” She asked to still look at the ground. Her eyesight was blurry and all she could see were the impending tears about to fall.

“I-I, I remember the news reports.” He tells her truthfully laying his hand on her knee. “She was sick and you and your brother suffered.”

“There's a good chance that I will turn out just like her.” She looks up to him finally. “So I did what I thought was best. By some miracle I got a full ride to some preppy school in Maine, and I’m gonna leave so I can't hurt anyone the way she hurt me.”

Steve stared at her in shock for countless reasons. Could she really believe she was that much of a monster? “When were you gonna tell me you were gonna leave.”

She stared at him with guilty eyes.

He tightened his lips into a line “You weren't.”

“Steve there is no one in this world I love more than you, that’s why I can't hurt you.” She confesses placing her hand on top of his. “And if I did-”

He grasped onto her hand his grip tightening, never letting go. “You won't.” He reassured rubbing his thumb across her blood stained hand.

Audrey looks down at their entwined hands. A shiver rips through her spine. How could such a simple act be so sensual?

“When I hurt you,” She couldn't gather the strength to face him. Not now with his chestnut eyes staring into her so deeply hurt. “I couldn't live with myself.” She sniffs, wiping her nose with her left hand sleeve.

Steve felt his heart breaking from the sound of her crying. If it was possible he gripped her hand tighter, reassuring her he wouldn't let her go. Reaching over he craddled her cheek, making her look up to him and holding her up for extra support. In the dark never ending pit swallowing her whole, there was Steve Harrington there to rescue her and bring her back to life. She truly lived when she was with him. Birds sang and the sun shone brighter at the sight of his million dollar smile.

“You could never hurt me.” He whispered, stoking her cheek finally getting a look at her face. It was tear stained and her eyes were even more red than before. She was beautiful no matter how beaten down she was. His head was exploding inside and he was covered head to toe in sweat, blood and vomit, but he couldn't pay a mind to it. His girl was in pain.

Audrey smiled and a giggle burst out of her mouth. She hid in the comfort of Steve's hand out of embarrassment.

“What?” He asked. Over the tense conversation Steve had started to inch closer to Audrey and now their faces were merely inches apart.

She looked back up to him with a rare smile on her face, showing off her imperfect teeth. ““You could never hurt me”.” she mocked, chuckling at the impression. “Since when did you become Brando?”

He smiled rolling his eyes, “you know this was a really deep conversation, an adult conversation dare I say.” He banters just hoping he can make her smile again.

“I'm serious though,” he starts, “You can't get rid of me that easily and you could never hurt me. No matter how cheesy that sounds.” He's done it again, he's reeled her back in to the point of no return. She couldn't back out now and why would she want to.

Slowly they come closer colliding together, their lips meeting in a kiss. Not one of lust and excitement but one so sensual and pure you figure this must be what true love feels like. It's slow and steady feeling the passion in it. Just like their first kiss out in the woods next to the water tower. After a day filled with running around and playing nonsense like 10 year olds do their fate was sealed with a quick peck as the sun set. Suddenly they felt like time was no matter and they were 10 years old again.

Audrey pulled away first, opening her eyes that had a glint of disappointment. He could never truly be hers but at this moment she knew she shouldn't care. Steve was still frozen, jarred that the kiss was over so soon.

“I'm still leaving in august.” She reminded him to pull him out of his love sick daze.

He blinked a couple of times as he turned his body to lean on the same wall as her. “Of course, why wouldn't you.” He told her with full eye contact, turning his head to the side “ I'm not mad that you're going to school you know. There's nothing less I would think of for you. I only wish it was closer to home.”

Audrey tightened her lips while laying her head on Steve’s shoulder. She should have told him sooner, hell she should have told him everything sooner. Maybe then they'd have more time. Her foot started to tap against his red pair of converse to keep herself from going crazy in such a tense environment.

“What does your brother think?” He asks, leaning his head against hers.

“I mean he doesn't like it but it's his fault for flunking.” She replies.

“Whoa, what does that make me?” Steve remarks putting a piece of hair behind her pierced ear. A smirk covers his face as he watches her expression of fear that she had offended him.

“Oh shut up,” he feels a pierce in his side as Audrey elbows him. “You're stupid but not that stupid.”

Before he had the chance to respond the door burst open in the mall bathroom. Dustin emerged with a look that triumphs all the pissed looks. His neon clothes reflect off the tile floor as the bright pink of Erica's backpack neighbors it. All the way by the water fountain where the two almost purged everything in their system was Robin.

“Okay, what the hell.”

[schlenting]

You always heard of childhood romance, having your best friend be a guy while youre AFAB in a latino household I was surrounded by people shipping us. Teachers, friends, strangers, even our own family, but we didnt try anything until after we graduated highschool. We've known each other since kindergarten, him a needy kid with glasses and a but awkward while I, at the time, was a social butterfly who got along with anyone but I did have specific interest girls didnt like hut he did

We clicked, spent everyday together, told each other everything. Highs, lows, it didnt matter, we were always there for each other. We both got crushes on each other, but they never timed right for us to want to date, it was always he'd crush ok me when I didnt want to deal with anyone or I crushed on him while he was chasing someone else. But, on our second year of university, things changed.

We stayed in the island, but his campus was all the way across the island, so we stayed in contact via frequent visits and discord calls, but then Pandemic happened. We couldnt move, we couldnt see each other when we were so used to seeing each other daily for the past 13 years, so when the ban lifted, when we could finally spend time together again, the emotions were overwhelming. We kissed, the confessions and the song he dedicated to me, as cheesy and generic as it was, it made sense. La Flaca, I was skinny for most my life, bordering on anorexic, so the song was perfect. The timing was just right...

Things weren't perfect, im over emotional and hate talking about my problems, preferring to suffer by myself in silence over serious things, and he's complicated emotionally. Its not that he doesnt feel, of course he does, but the way he thinks and internalizes things makes it seem like he's cold, and we tend to clash over it but it wasnt much, at least not in my opinion. We worked, out interests were drastically different but it was almost complementary, he struggled with social issues, I picked up on them and acted accordingly. I suck at math or things that are overly technical, but he's a programmer, a coder, wouldve gotten valedictorian if our school didnt fuck him over... So, again, we clicked, at least in my eyes...

Things slowly turned sour when he began taking internships, talking about wanting kids, the type of house we'd get... I didn't want kids, and I hated the extra distance between us for each internship. I visited when I could and I loved every second of it but I wasnt sure, Ive always preferred adoption than having to go through the birthing process, I didnt want to deal with the early years of toddlers and dirty diapers... but slowly that changed, because it made him happy, and thinking about it... thinking of us, alone, dealing with a kid of our own... it slowly wormed its way into my head and heart.

Instead of shutting down the notions I began actively responding, teasing and joking about life when we finally moved in together. But my head wanted more, my mother didnt help, poisoning my mind with the ideals of engagement rings... I hate rings, I lost my senior ring and I didnt really care sense I didnt want it in the first place... but this stupid ring, this silly and overpriced piece of jewelry showing ones dedication to their lover? I wanted it... I didnt push it, hell I never said it out loud, but he noticed the lingering stares whenever we'd stop at a shop to get him new earrings or rings, and Id scan to see if I found something I knew I wouldnt get...

I knew things would come to an end soon, my brain has a beautiful ability to know when Im going to go through shit, and prepares me by giving me nightmares... It started, breakups, him leaving me for someone else, and Ive always been insecure, especially when we had a talk about him inappropriately dancing with a female friend of his, as well as other acts that for privacy's sake I wont divulge, but slowly crept in the back of my mind. The paranoia began.

He's been talking to me less, spending more time with his friends, and I didnt think much of it, he's graduating university, who am I to tell him not to have fun? Besides, most days I was tired from my shitty retail work so why not let him have fun when I cant call... but when we did, Id bring up thinking about us buying furniture together, how we'd decorate the house, when we had a wedding who to invite, how big to make it and we always agreed to keep it small... but he let me talk, oh, he let me yapp and hope knowing he'd leave...

So, he took a deal, a fucking great deal. A job offer of the century, and I couldnt be prouder. I just wish he had told me sooner, that he'd talk to me before making the decision. But he didnt, and he consciously made the decision not to discuss it, to just accept it and move away and I'd find out in a family dinner for my stepdad's birthday. A party I didnt want to invite him but gave in when he said he felt like I was making it seem like he didn't want to go. How I regret it.

So now we're here, still seeing each other, still holding each other, kissing each other, hell we even had sex like nothing is going on... but it kills me inside. Ive cried everyday for the past week, I cant tell anyone, I dont feel like I can talk to him anymore either. Hell, Ive succumbed to using Character AI rp's to cope by venting and ranting to my faves, but its not the same. Ive cried going to see him, Ive fought crying attacks when were together, I bawl on the drive back home, I cry myself to sleep, repeat until I either see him again or go to work, and then I suffer from random emotional spurts because my bods hates when my coworkers and I talk, so Im alone with my thoughts and I have absolutely nothing positive going for me right now....

He leaves in September but he's booked a few flights to go house hunting, as well as a vacation to go see family, so we dont get to see much of each other this summer I guess. He even planned all of it without telling me, when we kept planning during the semester and talked about going on a trip this summer, just us... I dont know what to do, 17 years of friendship and a an almost 4 year relationship (our anniversary wouldve been in September too, few days before my birthday, around the time he's leaving), all out the window... I want to scream, frankly I want to kill myself. I didnt want kids, a house, or want going through the troubles of painting walls and arranging furniture. I didnt want to share a space with anyone, make bug changes to my life in that way until you and now I cant have any of that anymore. You were the only person I trusted for all of this, the only person I saw myself with even until a week ago.

So thanks, and I can at least now say without fear, the bear wouldn't hurt me like this, betray me like this. I'd just be dead, and its looking like a damn good alternative right about now. I wish you the best, but I hate you.

[thedappleddragon]

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#5

Hi *forces you to look at my bugsnax oc*

44 notes • Posted 2021-09-11 21:19:13 GMT

#4

it’s a bug, it’s a snack, it’s a big dumb monster

this drawing had been pretty much done for a while so I went ahead and finished it up. I decided that I wasn't entirely satisfied with this design way late into rendering, so I let it sit for a while but it’s done now. hooray :)

55 notes • Posted 2021-03-21 03:07:37 GMT

#3

I've been reworking my bugsnax oc’s feral design after being inspired by all the cool monster designs on here, and this is what I have so far. I wasn't sold on her design when I drew it the first time, but this is a closer rough sketch 

all the transformed body parts are the same, minus the cinnasnail hair bun and whatever fruit roll up tongue I tried, and some new bopsicle stick spines and optional/retractable buggy limbs that can grab things. im not  sure what to do with the colors to make them a little more defined? I want to incorporate the brown from the tail somewhere but I just realized that it looks like floofty’s hair right now lol. idk if the back legs read as donut and banana right now. 

If you have any tips/advice/notes about the design I'd love to hear it!

68 notes • Posted 2021-03-14 04:27:45 GMT

#2

I maybe might have made a bugsnax oc

have I ever played the game? no. have I watched a full play through? also no. am I in love with the way people draw these dumb little muppets? absolutely

(she/they)

97 notes • Posted 2021-01-12 06:38:07 GMT

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Rewatching centaurworld clips and realized���

He could probably see them the whole time right???

394 notes • Posted 2021-08-25 19:23:58 GMT

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[poppy-metal]

Demure

Wc: 4k

Pairing: eren jaeger x reader

Cw: car sex, fingering, emphasis on reader being innocent and a virgin. reader is armins little sister. corruption kink

you're 6 years old when you first meet eren jaeger. apparently he'd run off some people that were bullying you big brother, armin. you admire him and mikasa immediately.

you're 8 and he's 11 when you get a scrape on your knee from playing tag. eren runs into your mothers bathroom to fish out the first aid-kit, you know he just doesn't want you to tattle, you never would anyway, but he pulls out a pink band-aid with little ariels all over it and places it gently over the cut. he stays there for a few beats, soothing the skin around the hurt area with his thumbs. his big bright green eyes look up at you, "better?" and that's the first time your heart skips for a boy.

you're 11 and he's 14 when armin starts becoming protective. "he's had like. 5 girlfriends in middle school, who knows what he's gonna be like in high-school"

it intrigue you, for some reason.

you're 13 and he's 16 when he taps furiously on your window at night, wild eyed and wearing a t-shirt and sweats. he falls ungracefully on his ass when you let him in, though he grins at you from the floor. "thanks, squirt"

you wince at the nickname, knowing it solidifies you as someone only platonic to him. armins little sister and nothing more. "what's this all about?"

he gets up and swipes imaginary dust off his sweats, looking around your room. its absurdly girly. he picks up one of your plushies and tosses it up, then catches it, peering over at you and grinning. "i hope you never change," he sighs and flops down onto your pink sheets. "girls my age are fucking psychos"

you creep closer to him, snatching your plush back. "im sure there's something you're leaving out there. im not completely dumb, you know"

he waves his hand, "yeah but you're....i don't know? innocent or whatever. you don't care about shit like boys and drama"

i do care about boys, you think, watching the way his shirt rides up to expose a hint of tan skin. you look away, squeezing your plush to your chest. "im gonna grow up eventually, ren"

he sighs and sits up, looking at you from under his ridiculously cute floppy brown hair. "Just promise me you won't go boy crazy"

you roll your eyes and sit down next to him, he leans in and licks a broad stripe against your cheek with his tongue, grinning "we have cooties"

you swat at him and wipe your cheek, groaning and calling him gross. "i know that. you and armin never let me forget how gross boys are", you side eye him. "what did you even do? really?"

he looks to the side, only now having it in him to look the least bit sheepish, "my girlfriend may have caught me with my hand down historias skirt..."

"EREN JAEGER!!!"

yeah, boys really are gross. but not eren, no he's beautiful and magical and makes you feel all the fluttery things. but he's also a player, a bad boy, dangerous and completely off limits. maybe your crush should have ended there, but of course it didn't.

You're 15 when you go on your first date with a boy. until now you haven’t allowed yourself to even think about men outside of the enigma that is eren jaeger, but that’s a lost cause, a stupid crush you need to let go of. and despite what eren thinks, you’re not that innocent. not in your head anyway. you’re a girl and you have fantasies. 

the guy is nice, armin likes him enough. big and tall and humble, reiner brought you flowers for your first date. the age difference is a little weird, he’s in erens grade, a senior, but you think its harmless. you’re turning 16 soon. the date goes well, you smile and giggle alot, and reiner seems smitten by the end of it. he even goes as far as to kiss your hand when he drops you back off at home, at 8pm sharp, just like he promised. he was kind and sweet, and you liked him, but you wonder what it means that there were no flutters in your belly, not like when you’re around him…

you’re still thinking about that when you open the door, and walk inside. the house is quiet, and you wonder where armin is, and eren. thinking they both must be in armins room, you go to the kitchen to get a glass of water, stopping on your path there when you see eren on the couch. he’s lounging back, hand idly wrapped around a gaming controller as he watches you.

you glance around him. “where’s mimmin?”

he doesn’t take his eyes off you. “annie called”, he leans forward a little, propping his chin in his palm as he observes you quietly for a moment.

you squirm in place, his eyes are too hot. “oh” and you make to start moving again but his voice stops you. 

“so. braun, huh?” his tone is hard to discern, the words coming out cool and detached, but his eyes are that intense green. 

“yeah” you say, shifting on your feet. “he was nice. kissed my hand and everything”

“sounds like a dream” and that is definitely said sarcastically. you bristle but eren is already turning away from you, facing the TV. “didn’t think he was your type though” 

because erens been your type since forever, you guess he’s right. reiner couldn’t be more different in both personality and looks, but maybe that’s a good thing. “maybe he can be” you say softly, looking at your feet. you dont see erens eyebrows jump, or his lips twist disdainfully. 

“If you wanna settle for missionary the rest of your life, then sure, go ahead” he sounds a little miffed and that confuses you. makes you look up. you don’t even know reiner that well, but you feel the need to defend him from erens usual snarky jabs. 

“not every guy that doesn’t live on Xbox and fuck half the school is a bland guy” you huff. you feel a little guilty for calling him out but he started it. eren hated preps, that was obvious, but its not like he was a model person either, if his long track record of promiscuity was anything to go by. reiner wasnt boring he just…..wasn’t eren. but that wasn’t a flaw. It shouldn’t be. 

“you been keeping tabs on me, princess?” eren asks wryly, smirking now. you just glare at him, quirking a brow and daring him to prove you wrong, to say he’s better. 

he doesn’t. he just looks at you, sets his controller down and does that tick he’d developed since he was young of jiggling his knee, tapping his finger on it. “don’t go on more dates with him” 

you squint your eyes, “and why not?”

“because i said so” 

“you’re not my boss” 

“because..” he scratches the stubble on his jaw, gaze looking far off as he stares at his bouncing leg. “guys shouldn't touch you” 

your mouth pops open. you get that, right now, you’re too young for stuff like sex, but being touched? everyone your age had boyfriends, why should you be any different?

It feels a bit like deja vu when you tell him, “m’not staying innocent forever. dating and s-sex are apart of life. you do it, why shouldn’t i?” 

you didn’t really get his whole overprotective bit, armin, who was your brother, wasn’t even this bad. he’d seen happy almost, when you told him about your date with reiner, even, so you really don’t see where eren is coming from. 

erens lip curls in a smirk and he points a finger at you. “that’s why” he says. “you can’t even say the word sex without stuttering. what’ll you do when you see a cock for the first time?” 

your skin heats, hating that he’s right. “I’ll grow out of it” you promise him. 

he huffs a laugh. “sure thing, dork” but then his face gets serious. “you don’t need to change though. sex is lame, i promise.” 

“you seem to have alot of it, so there must be something good about it” 

“for me, yeah” he grins. “but im selfish. most men are, and you deserve better than some highschool tumble with a guy who looks like he can’t find the clit to save his life” his eyes weigh you down. “just keep bein’ you. If i come back from college and hear that you’re the towns tramp stamp, m’ not gonna be happy” 

and that’s that. 

you’re 16 when eren leaves for college. you get to 18 without ever being touched. 

you’re 18 and you wish you hadn’t begged armin to let you come to this stupid bomfire party. it’s just the first time he’s been home in the 2 years since he’d left for college, and you know that means eren is back too, though you have yet to see him. he’s supposed to be at the party though.

you wonder if he’ll react to having seen you after not for awhile, if he’ll look at you different now that you’re grown. you’re wearing a simple pleated white skirt and a pink top, the picture of innocence you’ve always been, never changing. 

being around so many people makes you uncomfortable, you want to cling to armins side, but you don’t want to be annoying so you tell him its okay to leave you. your eyes scan the mass of people on the crowded beach as you nervously hold your solo cup to your chest. 

your eyes stop their nervous skittering when they land on someone familiar. 

college eren is completely different and yet wholly the same since you’d last seen him. he’s wearing a red bomber jacket, over a black t-shirt and skinny jeans, scuffed converse kicking in the sand as he shifts from one foot to the other. you peep tan skin, a hint of a tattoo peeking on his neck and….and black hair. he’d dyed his hair, and, is that jewelry on his ear? rings on his hand?

he’s smiling easily with a pretty blonde and...and reiner. talking to them like old friends as he tilts his head back and laughs, taking a swig from his cup. he’s still chuckling and shaking his head when his eyes flick distractedly over, rove over you and then stop. even from all the way where you are the green of his eyes pins you in place. the warm glow of the bonfire dances across his features, and you see the bastard has a lip ring as well. he takes his time cataloging you and you do him, before his lips tilt, he hands off his drink and he makes his way over to you. 

your whole body is tense with nerves as he gets closer and closer.

when he’s standing in front of you, the smell of his cologne wafts over you. his smile is small and genuine. “hey, pip” 

pip as in short for pipsqueak. you have to fight the urge to grin at him, your cheeks warming pleasantly, even though you groan out loud. “m’ not little anymore” 

“I can see that” eren eyes rake over you, linger on your bare legs before dragging slowly back up. his eyes feel like a caress and when they meet yours again, you’re already tingly. you’ve never been touched sexually, and just one look from eren has you wet between the legs like nothing. “still dress like you wanna be an extra in a Bratz commercial” 

the tension disputes as you swat his arm. “shut up!! Its a fashion choice, not like you’d know. dressed like a wannabe rockstar” 

“aw, c’mon. you’d be my groupie right?” 

you roll your eyes. “you wish, jaeger”

“mm” he hums softly. “s’cute though. always has been” 

before you can even register the compliment, he’s leaning forward to peek into your cup, swiping it easily from you. “underage drinking, are we? left you for a couple years and you go rebel barbie on me” 

you squawk as he chugs all of your drink back in one gulp, crushing the cup in his fist and tossing it behind him. “ren! I wasn’t even drinking it. It was..” you wave your hand around. “for the aesthetic”

“uh huh” he drones, but then he jerks his chin. “i’ll get you another one to stand around and look pretty with then. C’mon”

cute, pretty. the compliments are gonna make your heart fly out of your chest if he doesn’t let up. you follow him as he leads you to a keg, one that’s a little ways away from the bustle of the party, close to the parking lot where you came in. 

you shyly say ‘thank you’ when he fills you a cup and hands it to you, proceeding to lean back against a car as he goes back to observing you.

to distract yourself you mumble, “you can’t just lean on a strangers car for the sake of being cool” 

the grin is back. “you think im cool?” when you glare at him he rolls his eyes and slaps the hood of the car. “she’s mine, pip. you can untwist your panties” 

you blink at him, “since when did you get a new car? and when did you dye your hair?” 

he looks at you curiously, drumming his fingers. “do you not, like. follow me on instagram?”

you look away, kicking your feet in the sand. hesitantly you admit, “didn’t wanna miss you, so i didn’t look” 

he doesn’t say anything to that. the silence stretches between you, making you nervous. should you not have said that? you guessed it was weird, after all, but it was true. If you’d looked at how erens life was progressing without you there to see it, you’d have cried and been a total lovesick girl about it. 

he finally breaks the silence. “do you have a boyfriend?” 

you look back at him. “uh...no? do you?”

the smirk you wanted ghosts over his lips again, and your eyes are drawn to his lip ring when he tugs it between his teeth. “nah, you know me. unattainable” 

“yeah, i know” you say under your breath, thinking of how eren jaeger had been an unattainable fantasy for you for years. 

“so no current boyfriend or…?” 

“no boyfriends...ever” its embarrassing to admit, but less humiliating than admitting that the reason that was is because you’re in love with your brothers best friend, the very man standing before you now. 

“that’s kinda tragic, pip” eren hops up on the hood of his car and fishes a cigarette out of his pocket. he waves a hand at you, “you’re rockin’ a bod like that and no one’s bagged you? thought you’d be beating down options with a bat by now” 

you watch the smoke that plumes in the air, the way it coils and wisps, and really look at eren. he’s tragically beautiful. his no black hair is boyishly messy, tangled around his head in a dark halo. his face is sharp and tan, his eyes striking and making you feel like you’re sinking into the sand beneath your feet.

you’ve wanted him for so long, it makes you ache. years and years of pushing away men and declining confessions for this man in front of you. you’d never expected anything from him, but you couldn’t move past the fantasy in your head. couldn’t imagine giving any of your firsts to anyone but eren. 

“you told me to stay innocent” its out before you can stop the words, they just fumble out, spilling from your lips and into the air like the smoke.

eren stills, pauses from where he’d been about to take another drag. his expression is unreadable. he flicks the ashes from the cig on the sand, stumps it out under his foot as he hops down. the wind ruffles his dark hair as he just looks and looks and looks at you. 

“yeah?” and oh, jesus, if the rough gravel in his voice doesn’t make your cunt warm immediately. “and you listened?” 

you squeeze your thighs together, an action that draws erens gaze between your legs. to late to back down now, you think, and wet your lips. “y-yeah. I did” 

“you didn’t let any boys touch you while i was gone?” eren continues and he draws closer, creeping towards you.

you shake your head, silent as he comes in front of you. he reaches up to delicately push a strand of hair behind you ear with one of his ring fingers. he keeps it tucked behind your ear as he towers over you, staring you down. “you’re still my innocent little girl, huh?” 

you wonder if this is how it feels to be seduced, seduced by eren jaeger no less. his eyes are warm, and they make you feel warm from where the rest on your eyes, and then, your lips. they part under his gaze, on instinct. “I am, ren. always have been” 

his eyes darken, and the finger behind your ear becomes his whole hand sliding to cup the back of your head, slowly fisitng your hair in it. “shit” he tilts your head up. “you can’t say things like that, baby”

baby, baby, baby. your head swims. you’re on autopilot now, speaking without thinking and you think that’s good because if you were thinking clearly you wouldn't have the courage. “i’ve always been your good girl. no one elses” 

you have one second to hear his exhale before his lips are crashing against yours, and oh. oh, he’s good. you feel the metal of his lip ring against your bottom lip as he slides his tongue in your mouth, eating you up.

“god, you’re sweet” he nips your lip. “knew you would be”

you pant into his mouth, your hands curling on his chest, “y-you’ve thought about me?”

“‘course i did, im not blind” he pulls away. “I just really like my dick and didn’t want it chopped off. armin is scary” 

you know he can be when he wants to be, knows if he saw eren ravishing his little sister against his car right now, body parts would be strewn about. and that’s just from armins verbal warfare.

you look at eren demurely from under your lashes, “i don’t want anything to happen to your…” you trail off at the end.

erens eyebrows climb up his forehead, he presses close to you, tugs you to him. “my…” he prods, eyes glinting with mischief. 

you look away, pouting. “know i can’t say it” you mumble, hating that even now, saying vulgar words is embarrassing for you.

erens chest shakes with a laugh. “you just sucked my tongue down your throat, pip, and you can’t talk about my cock? you’re precious, c’mere.” he starts walking backwards, towards his car. “we gotta be sneaky about it but-” he dips down to kiss you again, once, twice. “i really wanna touch you” 

you gulp, and nod, let him pull you to his car and open the backseat for you, climbing in after you. he shuts and locks it behind him and then he’s facing you, eren jaeger giving you his full attention. looking at you like he wants you, like he’s seeing you, like he wants to do alot of bad things to you.

you place a shaking hand on his shoulder. “im- i dont know what to do..”

you want to impress him, but pretending you’re good at something you’re not won’t do that. eren doesn’t like liars anyway. 

he scoots close to you, pulling you halfway onto his lap until you’re sitting comfortably against him. you bite your lip when you feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against your ass under your skirt. one of his hands settles on your bare thigh, scooting it up just barely.

“you ever watch porn, sweetheart?” erens breath puffs against your ear and you squirm on top of him. 

you push down your own embarrassment, resigning yourself to be a big girl and be honest. “s-sometimes” 

“yeah?” god, why does just that word turn you on so much? “tell me what kind of stuff you watch when you touch your little pussy” 

his vulgar words go straight to your cunt, at the same time his hand slides up your thighs and slips under your skirt. you close your eyes when you feel the tip of his finger trace over the band of your panties. “they’re always a couple..” you gasp when his hand dips inside, palm cupping over your pussy. “a-and the guy has dark hair..”

“Imagining anyone in particular?” eren teases, but you hear his breath catch at the same time yours does when he sinks one long finger inside. the folds around your slit part seamlessly around the intrusion, sucking his finger in like your pussy wants it there. “so wet, baby. keep talking for me?”

ever the good girl, you push through the tingles and the heat spreading down your legs, the slick sound of his finger fucking in and out of you filling the silent car as you struggle to find words. “s-shes always inexperienced. Its her first time and...and hes gentle” you moan a little when erens thumb comes to swirl around your clit, hips lips finding your neck. he’s teasing another finger at your tight entrance when you swallow another groan and try to keep talking like he’d asked. “he’s gentle but he takes. t-takes what he wants”

“mm” eren hums, tongue sliding against your skin. you gasp when the tip of his ring finger edges in beside the other one, stretching your tight passage around his digits in thorough little twists of his fingers. “that’s real good, baby. you like the sound of that, huh?” 

eren hooks his chin over your shoulder, bunches your skirt around your waist so he can see where your little pussy is clenching and squeezing around him, clit engorged and throbbing for attention. when you don’t answer, he continues, using the slick dripping down your slit, gathering it and then pushing back into you. “I bet” he says, low, husky. “In those videos, he eats her out real nice, yeah? makes sure her little virgin cunt is wet enough to take his cock”

“y-yeah” you pant, holding his wrist but not pulling it away, pushing him more towards you. you’re starting to grind down against the pleasure, walls rhythmically fluttering around his fingers, fucking yourself on them without even knowing it. he curls them, and your head thumps back against his shoulder as you cry out. 

“i’ll give that to you” eren promises, pumping his fingers faster, his other hand coming up to cup one of your tits over your blouse, giving it a squeeze. “gonna take you home after you cream around my fingers and lay you out on your bed” he kisses your cheek, holding you firm against him when you start to twitch and writhe. “lick this little flower open. wanna feel your thighs squeeze my face when i drink the cum from your pussy, get you all loose and wet and then i wanna feel you drip down my dick when i slide it inside”

“oh god, ren!” you jerk in his hold as you feel your orgasm crest over you, gushing down his palm, as you ride his hand, milking it as tingles shoot across your whole body. A milky, creamy film rests around his knuckles when he slides his fingers out of your weeping cunt, still pulsating and twitching from the come down. 

he rubs the excess slick around your folds and clit, rubbing it in. you whimper and he chuckles and kisses your cheek. 

you sag against him, fucked out. eren brushes some hair from your forehead and kisses it. “wannabe punk pounds sweet virgin pussy into her bed” 

you look at him, confused and dazed “huh?”

eren grins at you. “s’ gonna be the name of our porno” 

[itsonlydana]

Ahhh congrats on 800!! Can you do number 6 for Schlatt please? Thanks!

"Kiss me, quick!"

➛ pairing: c!jschlatt x gn!reader

➛ tags/warnings: fluff, none

➛ event masterlist

➛ an: this kinda became a small highschool!au

important links: rules + masterlist

The whole school building was in chaos, even the teachers had given up trying to fight it and had taken refuge in the teachers' room. It was the last day of the school year, the last day before the long-awaited summer vacations, and with the ringing of the bell the teachers had lost their power against the seniors. The bell hadn't even completely stopped when the doors to your classrooms had flung open and everyone had rushed into the hallway to watch as senior after senior was carried over your heads on hands toward the front doors. 

You had quickly found a spot on the lockers from which you could watch everything without experiencing an elbow in your side or being shoved. From your place you had the perfect view over the whole corridor, which was alive and shaking and with every second became more and more a parade in which all seniors were praised. Some people you knew had already passed you by and you had waved to them with a laugh or picked up a high five, but the person you were actually waiting for was not yet to be seen, which surprised you, because Schlatt was usually the highlight of any party. 

It wasn't long before you could hear a cheer from across the hall, then the auditorium doors opened and out came Schlatt. On an upturned table, or rather in an upturned table, for there was a red cloth tied around the legs of the table, which made this entrance strongly resemble the entry of a chariot, and if you looked at Schlatt, he fit perfectly into that image. Schlatt stood in the middle of the table with a crimson sash with the words "Student Representative" around his upper body, a ruler in his hand and gave a loud speech about the many good deeds of the student council with him at the front, about all the achievements of the school and of course he especially incited the younger students, who adored him, to make more noise and to never let the teachers talk them into anything. 

Well, if that wouldn't go wrong after the summer vacations.

Nevertheless, you laughed when a student threw him a golden crown, which Schlatt immediately placed between his horns on his curly brown hair. Now he really looked like a king. 

The students' hands carried the table further down the hall and you caught Schlatt's attention with a wave. 

"(y/n)!" he shouted joyfully, and several students looked up at you. Schlatt grinned. "Come over here!"

"On the table?! Are you crazy? I don't want to break anything!" you laughed, but he just nodded. He held out both hands.

"Come on, jump! I'll catch you, I promise!"

You jumped, a warning look in your eyes so that Schlatt wouldn't get the stupid idea of leaving you hanging, and grabbed your outstretched hands, which already closed around yours at the slight brush of your fingers and let you fall against Schlatt's chest with a sharp tug.

Immediately you exhaled in relief, even if Schlatt would never have let you fall and it hadn't been a really big step, your heart raced with excitement and when a jolt of the table surprised you, you closed your arms around Schlatt's middle in a slight panic so you could keep your balance. "Oh my God," you mumbled into Schlatt's neck where you had hidden your face, trying to get your breathing back under control. "What are you doing to me?" you asked him, and a hand on the back of your neck nudged your head up. 

"I want to spend every last second at this goddamn school with you, babe," Schlatt grinned "and then when I'm gone after the summer I want you to have only the best memories of me!" You shook yourself laughing, your arms still wrapped around him as you were carried by the students towards the exit.

At the flash of a glittering reflection in the corner of his eye, Schlatt put his hand from the nape of your neck under your chin, pressing it up toward him with two fingers. "Kiss me, quick," he urged you still with a smug grin. 

You followed him only too gladly, letting his fingers on your chin lead you to him and placing your lips on his. Schlatt kissed you back lovingly, in his soft gentle way that he showed only to you and without his macho facade. 

There was a flash, you saw the flare of a camera flash behind closed eyes and smiled into the kiss. 

That's when the school newspaper had found its cover photo for the last edition of the year, a kiss of the student body president and his dream partner on their way to the freedom of summer vacation. 

You'd definitely cut that photo out.

[rogue-durin-16]

ROGUE-DURIN-16'S STRANGER THINGS MASTERLIST

Key: f=fluff || a=angst || f-a=fluff+angst || ≈f=mostly fluff || ≈a=mostly angst || os=oneshot || hc=headcanons ||mp=multipart || ?=request || db=drabble/blurb

Monster-Hunting Squad Fanart (x)

• EDDIE MUNSON

Eighteen, crazy [Prologue] [Part I] [part II] [part III] [part IV] [part V] [part VI] (f|mp)

Summary: With her highschool experience coming to an end, Y/n finally grows tired of her parents' long lasting effort to make her the perfect girl; if they refuse to let her live her best life, she'll make them live their worst and what can possibly be worse than having your lovely daughter mingling with Eddie Munson?

He would have (≈a|os|?)

Summary: Eddle can't stand how close Y/n and Steve have become, mainly because he knows he can't compete with the latter. Not knowing how to handle himself, Eddie pours his heart out in the most inappropriate moment.

Friday night (f|os|?)

Summary: After catching Eddie hanging out in their house, Dustin's sister has the choice to tell their mother —who didn't allow Eddie at home—, or get something out of it. Let's just say, 'Henderson' and 'snitch' didn't go well together.

My stupid, stupid hero (a|os)

Summary: when the fate of the world and the lives of his loved ones are at stake, Eddie Munson decides to stop running away. Thankfully, he's not alone.

Liar. Traitor. Backstabber. (a|os|?)

Request: Plot bunny. Female!Reader is an undercover agent working in a case against Eddie. She's fallen for him but he just found out the truth.

But years pass and I love you the same [part I] [part II] (≈a|mp|?) (sequel to Liar. Traitor. Backstabber.)

Summary: Back in 1986, Y/n broke Eddie's trust and heart. He's on top of the world now, his dreams are coming true, and yet he can't help but wish things had been slightly different. A letter serves him as an excuse to aim for a second chance.

Kitchen scratcher (f-a|os)

Summary: For years, Eddie's go-to scratcher has been his beautiful neighbor. When looking in the mirror becomes unbearable, it's only fair for Y/n to be the one tattooing his scars away.

• STEVE HARRINGTON

Sunglasses and lipstick stains [part I] [part II] [part III] (f-a|mp)

Summary: after having his heart torn in half at Tina's party, Steve finds comfort in the most unexpected person. Who would have guessed he would develop such a strong connection with someone he's barely spoken to?

• EDDISSY/HELLCHEER

Fanart (x)

86, baby (≈f|os)

Summary: the gone-missing Head Cheerleader turns out to be alive; the resident freak is cleared of all charges thanks to her testimony. If Hawkins High seniors thought that was as wild as things could get, they were in for a surprise at their graduation.

Brains over brawn (≈a|os)

Summary: using herself as bait in order to protect Max, Chrissy is dropped at the Creel's residence, with Dustin and Eddie as her guardians. Unfortunately, someone tips off Jason after spotting Dustin outside the murder house.

Meet me in the woods tonight [part I] [part II] (f-a|mp)

Summary: an arranged marriage, an impossible love, a controlling mother and dark spell. A dangerous mix that, along with her yearning desire to be set free, sends Princess Christine's stifling life into a cathartic breakthrough.

• STEDDIE

King Steve vs. jocks (≈a|db|?)

Summary: after the spring break disaster, Eddie is lucky to have Steve and his nailed bat around at all times.

[solarswonderland]

PRANK?

profiles ?! - main fic.

summary: a small twitter slip-up reveals san's feelings for y/n

genre: semi- twitter au, highschool au, fluff, bad attempt at humor

warnings: curse words, lmk if theres anymore!

word count: 2.5k excluding a/n (i wanted it to be longer but like i have no ideas <3)

( made for @seoulbinz, read a/n at the end for more details)

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Choi San. His name itself makes you so happy. Choi San is none other than your childhood friend, and your other half. It all began when he fell of the swing in the playground when you were 5 and you brought him to the nurses office. Ever since that day you both have been inseparable. No like literally inseparable. If one does something stupid, the other also does something stupid, you both were stupid together <3

Years passed and high school came around. Everybody thought you and San were a couple but you had to decline those rumours numerous amount of times. San was a popular guy, whereas you were somewhere in the middle, not exactly “popular” but not completely in the shadows either. His fan girls would always throw dirty looks at you just because you both spend so much time together. But honestly? You didn’t care. All that mattered was that San was in your life.

However though, you started noticing butterflies in your stomach whenever he hugged you or even just spoke to you in general. That’s when you came to a conclusion that youre in love with him. Honestly the thought was kinda terrifying because San was always like a brother figure to you. You Ofcourse hid your feelings, because you didn’t want things to become weird between you and San. So you just accepted that you can never have him.

San on the other hand, was already in love with you the moment you helped him that day at the playground. He’s head over heels for you. It was so painfully obvious but you being the idiot you are didn’t notice at all. San thought you didn’t like him back so he also started to hide his feelings for you.

Eventually Valentine’s Day was around the corner. Everyone was looking forward to the new Valentine’s festival at your school. Every senior year in high school, they hold a special Valentine’s special event, and it was the talk of the year due to how many couples were formed because of it.

“Hey y/n did you see the Valentine’s event for this year yet?” San asked you as you were walking down the halls.

“No actually, it completely slipped my mind- wait let me check” you replied, as you took at your phone from your pocket to open your school’s website.

The event read as follows:

“Greetings, KQ HIGH ! Happy Valentine’s Day to everyone! Well looks like love is in the air~ The event for this Valentine’s Day is slightly different than usual. Everyone will be given a red ribbon. All you have to do it go up to the person you want as your Valentine and tie it to their arm. Although remember, if someone already has a ribbon tied to them, you can’t tie another one! And the person you tie it too has the rights to decline your ribbon tying request. Well that’s that, happy Valentine’s! “

“Where do they come up with these absurd ideas from” you said, completely baffled.

“Right?? And also it’s compulsory so you HAVE to tie it to someone."

“COMPULSORY??” You ask, completely baffled again

“Yeah..so who are you gonna tie it to?” He asks out of curiosity

“Hmm I don’t rlly know, what bout you?”

“I was thinking yujin , she’s kinda cute” San replied.

You heard your heart shatter. Of course he doesn’t like you back. You don’t even have a chance with him, right?

“Ayy I didn’t know you liked yujin” you said with a teasing smile.

“Stop teasing me lord!” San replied with a small laugh as he ran out the school.

“Choi San get back here!” You yelled, also giggling as you chased him outside.

Truth to be told, San didn’t actually like Yujin. He just wanted to not be in love with you anymore classic san He thought going out with other women would make him get over you. Looks like both of you share the same braincell because you thought of the same thing. You thought of tying it to Yunho, who happens to be another childhood friend.

Eventually the ribbon tying event came. Everyone was gathered in the main hall to tie their ribbons. You and San sent the I-know-you-can-do-this look to each other. So the event started as you and San separated ways to search for yujin and yunho. You we’re relieved to know yunho had no ribbons tied to his hand, as you quickly jogged over to his side.

“Hi Yun!” You exclaimed, trying to sound as excited as you could.

“Oh hi y/n! Where’s San?” Yunho asked you. He already knew how in love you both were with each other being both of your close friends.

“Oh San was asking yujin so I came here! Speaking of which can I tie this ribbon to you? We can go as friends Ofcourse! I just have no one to go with” you rambled on and on as yunho just giggled.

“Sure you can tie it to me! But wait hes asking yujin?” Yunho asked you with a small pout on his lips.

“Yeah why...? Do you like Yujin?” You asked raising an eyebrow at him.

You were met with silence which could only mean one thing.

“NO WAY YOU LIKE YUJIN!!” You screamed a little too loud as yunho hurriedly shushed you so.

“OK YES BUT DONT YELL??” He whisper yelled at you.

“AHA Ok now let me tie this to you” You said as you tied the ribbon carefully around his arm.

“You make it sound like you’re tying a dog to a leash” he said as you slightly giggled at the remark.

— on the other side of the room —

As soon as San parted ways with y/n, he went searching for Yujin, letting out a sigh of relief once he found there was no ribbon on her arm.

“YUJIN!!” San yelled to get her attention, as she turned around and waved at San.

“Hi San!! Where’s y/n?” Yujin asked. She was another person who knew how in love San and y/n were with each other at this point everyone knows

“Ah she went to ask yunho...” San replied with a sigh.

“Yunho? Jeong Yunho?” Yujin asked him.

“Yes Jeong Yunho, why do you sound so sad?” San asked, an eyebrow raised

“OH it’s nothing haha” Yujin awkwardly brushed it off.

“Wait you like Yunho don’t you” San asked her with a small smirk.

“No...maybe.....yes. Yes I do” Yujin replies with a huge sigh.

“It was so painfully obvious I swear” San groans

“Not as obvious as you and y/n” Yujin replied with a smirk.

“What no shut up....anyway can I tie the ribbon to you? We can go as friends Ofcourse! I just am lonely and have no one to go with” San says trying to change the subject.

“Sure bro” Yujin replied slightly shaking her head as she and San tied the ribbon to each other.

— the day of the Valentine’s party —

It was the day of the Valentine’s ball/party/dance whatever you call it. Yunho came over to your place and picked you up.

— in the car —

“So how long have you liked Yujin?” You asked, smirking at yunho.

“OH well uh ah uhm ahem I” he stammered as he blushed furiously

“Looks like someone’s in love~” You sang as he playfully hit your shoulder.

“Ok but I’m not kidding, you and Yujin would look SO GOOD together, seriously!” You told yunho with a smile.

“Maybe. I don't think she likes me back tho” Yunho said with a sigh.

“Are you sure? Yujin looks very in love with you. Its just me and San have been together for so long i think he just sees me as a sister” you told yunho as you stares out the window with a sad smile.

“You know I think San is in love with you, it’s so obvious that it’s literally painful to watch. ” Yunho told you, quickly looking at you and back at the road.

“I don’t know yun... if he likes me he would have asked me to the dance , no?” You said as you stared out the window once again.

“You know, for being top students you both sure are lovesick idiots” Yunho giggled.

“Huh what’s that supposed to mean” you asked with confusion etched onto your face.

“You’ll find out” Yunho told you, and before you could retort, you guys reached the venue. It truly was a beautiful sight. Red flowers (roses specifically) decorating every part of the place, hearts of different sizes, food oh the food.

You and yunho walked into the big room, seeing San and Yujin near the flower display. “Y/N! YUNHO! HERE!!” San yelled. You and Yunho quickly jogged over to them as everyone shared a hug, with Yujin and Yunho blushing like crazy when they hugged.

While Yujin and Yunho were talking, San pulled you aside whispered in your ear

“Yujin likes Yunho. She told me” Your eyes widened as you whispered back excited to him

“Yunho likes Yujin!! He told me too”

San smiled wide as he whispered “Should we try and get them together?” “Definitely!”

“What should we do though? Lock them up in a room with a dinosaur where they’re forced to tell each other how much they love them?” San suggests.

“Or we can just leave them to talk” you deadpan, as you point as Yunho and Yujin who are happily dancing away together.

“Ah...right we’ll go with that” San says as he awkwardly scratches the back of his head.

“Wanna dance?” You asked San. Where did you even get that courage from? It’s probably the alcohol you had five minutes prior. “Sure” he replied with a smile, the same smile that has everyone falling head over heels for him.

He grabs your hand and pulls you to the dance floor then places his hand on your waist. He slowly started swaying to the music. Obviously the dancing took some getting used to as you kept stepping on his foot every two minutes. Once you finally got the hang of it though, that’s when you tore your eyes away from your feet and at the man in front of you. Damn he’s much more handsome than you remembered. Is he really the same boy who cried when he couldn’t find a his plushie? (more specifically shiber <3)

“You know you look really pretty tonight” he complimented, making you blush a little. “Only tonight?” You asked with a slight smirk. “Come on you know I don’t mean it that way” he groaned at your endless teasing. “Oh I d-“ you got cut off.

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN” a voice over the loudspeaker boomed, as all students immediately placed their hands over their ears, flinching at the loud sound.

“The time has come to announce the Valentine’s Queen And King!” The voice said, as all students started cheering. Oh right, the king and queen, you COMPLETELY forgot about that. Valentine’s king and queen is basically like prom queen, but it’s more or so “romantic” as the queen and king picked are either couple or shipped together very often.

“The Valentine’s King is.....Choi San!” The voice exclaimed, as all the students, including you, Yunho and Yujin, started cheering for San. He was Ofcourse, really surprised because well, he wasn’t dating anyone, why was he becoming king? Anyway he walked up to the stage as a teacher places the light pink crown on San’s head.

“The Valentine’s queen is none other than...Y/N L/N!” ( l/n = last name)

The cheering (especially Yunho and Yujin) got even louder when your name was called. You were dumbfounded to say the least. You?? With San?? No you guys are just friends, why are you becoming queen? You although has no choice, so you walked up to the stage as a teacher places a light pink crown, slightly smaller than that of San’s, in your head.

“Choi San and Y/N L/N, congratulations for being this year’s Queen and King! Now our queen and king will be starting the dance, while everyone else follows.

“Let’s dance pretty girl.” San smiled at you as he gently took your hands and guided you to the dance floor.

As you both swayed, all you could think about was San. Like he was the only person alive, there was no one else, and you and San were the only ones in the room. Everything moving in slow motion as you savoured this amazing moment you’re having with him. It sounds cheesy yes, but that’s exactly how you felt.

San on the other hand was absolutely LOSING it. He really had the urge to kiss you at that moment but he constantly reminded himself she is your friend. He had to tell SOMEONE what he was feeling at the moment when he remembered. Oh yeah he has a priv Twitter account where he rants. PERFECT.

“Hey y/n could you give me a minute? I need to use the bathroom” he told you, as you nodded. Around a minute after he walked away, you got a notification from your phone.

“It’s from sans Twitter? he’s tweeting from the bathroom” you thought as you giggled. “Ohh wait till I expose him. You opened the notification, eager to expose him tweeting from the bathroom, but what you saw wasn’t what you expected.

san's pov:

y/n's pov:

Ok what the actual fuck? Did San just say he’s in love with you? Either way you were kinda happy cause there’s a huge chance he likes you back. But there’s also a huge chance this is just a prank. While you were contemplating between the choices, San awkwardly walks over to you.

“So I take it you saw the tweets?” He asks, looking anywhere but your eyes.

“Yes I did, funny prank by the way” you fake laughed as you drank your pineapple juice.

“Prank? Who said it was a prank?” San asks you anxiously.

You nearly spit your juice out. “Wait what?”

“I like you y/n. I would have asked you to the dance but honestly I was scared, scared I’m going to ruin our 13 years of friendship. Scared I’m going to ruin the bond we made. Scared of losing you-“ He got cut off with a small peck on his lips.

“You idiot” you giggled at his clueless face.

“Wha- WHY IS EVERYONE CALLING ME THAT TODAY”

“Choi San I like you too” you told him, his face morphing into that of a wide happy smile.

“Really? Does that make you my girlfriend now?” He asks with a smirk.

“You know you have to officially ask me right?” You raised your eyebrow.

“You big baby, will you be my girlfriend?” He asks with a wide smile on his face.

“Hmm, maybe? I’ll see” you replied jokingly, which made San whine.

“Aha Ofcourse ill be your girlfriend!” You replied giggling. San smiled even wider if that’s possible as he lifted you of the chair and spun you around on the air, placing you in the floor as she kissed your forehead.

Maybe that twitter slip-up wasnt so bad after all.

a/n: AAND ITS DONE! omg the amount of torture and satisfaction i went through to make this 😭 it isnt as good as i would like it to be, but then again i only started writing recently, so i hope im improving ><

this was made for @bangchan-fairy and @0x1lovebot's valentines exchange fic, mine was for none other than @seoulbinz ! i really hope you like it! also i love the fact that we got each other hehe <3

[whimsicallyreading]

You Don’t Even Go Here

Day Two for Rowaelin Month

A college AU

~

Aelin grins mischievously as she walks up the stairs of the men's dorm at Terresan University. The teal-blue waffle iron clutched under her arm.

Aedion didn't really need it. It had been on the fifty-percent-off rack at the supermarket, and he'd simply thrown it in the cart for good measure. Yet, when Aelin saw the box for it laying the hall, she'd seen opportunity.

It had hit her harder than she'd thought. Aedion leaving. They'd been raised like siblings but grew up something closer to best friends. It wasn't fair that he was nearly three years older and ready to leave when she wasn't prepared for him to go.

Aelin had cried the whole car ride home. Then when they finally got back to the house, she'd called him right away. He could hear how teary she was and happily obliged her call. Narrating his actions as he went about setting up his dorm room. He teased her about missing him, but she could tell that he missed her too.

So, armed with an excuse to visit him, Aelin made the hour-long drive to visit her cousin.

Aelin was halfway up the stairs but not paying too much attention to her surroundings. She was too busy repeating Aedion's room number over in her head because no matter how many times she checked her phone, it just wouldn't stick in her head. Maybe if she'd focused a little more on the things happening around her, she wouldn't have crashed into a half-naked man.

A solid and calloused hand darts out and grips her shoulder before she can go tumbling down the stairs. Its twin desperately clutching the towel wrapped around his waist.

Aelin looks up apologetically, and her jaw nearly falls to the floor. His white hair was still damp from the shower and swooped over the top of his head, and his biceps were too large for Aelin to wrap both hands around. An intricate tattoo coils elegantly from a cheekbone and down the length of his body.

He was a man indeed. Nothing like Chaol or Dorian or any of her junior friends. This was a new breed of man. The apex kind. Aelin is pretty sure she looks like a deer in the headlights, and she's too busy ogling him to understand the words he'd been repeating to her.

"Are you okay?" His eyebrows are furrowed as if he's afraid he'd literally struck her stupid. Aelin felt that wasn't far from the truth.

"Yes, sorry," she apologizes as she steps back, suddenly very aware of how in his personal space she was. "I wasn't paying attention. You just caught me by surprise."

Aelin was definitely panicking. Where was her swagger when she needed it most? Why would it choose now to abandon her?

By some miracle, he doesn't seem off-put by her awkwardness. In fact, a smile curls the edges of his lips, revealing a set of dimples that made her heart stumble.

Gods he had dimples.

"No, I ran into you. It's my fault. My name is Rowan.”

He holds out a hand, and Aelin shakes it clumsily. "I'm Aelin."

"Aelin." She loves the way her name rolls off his tongue. "I haven't seen you around before. Are you a freshman?"

Oh no. Aelin's eyes widen, but she recovers swiftly and smooths her features out. Rowan thinks she's a student. Not some crazy high schooler too emotionally dependent on her cousin.

"I'm actually a junior," Aelin laughs at his perplexed expression. "I don't go here, though. I'm just stopping by to drop off some things my cousin forgot."

White lies. What was a white lie worth? Aelin likely wouldn't ever see him again, and is it so wrong for a girl to enjoy some harmless attention? If Aelin spent more time thinking about it, she probably wouldn't like the answers she'd come up with, but that was neither here nor there.

"Is that a waffle maker?" Rowan's green eyes glint with amusement.

"My cousin loves to eat. What year are you?" Aelin crosses her fingers that he's the same age as Aedion and not a senior or something. Her cousin would murder her if he found out she flirted with a man five years older.

"Don't we all? I'm a sophomore, a bit younger than you, I suppose." Rowan drags a hand through his hair. "Listen, I know you came to see your cousin, but maybe I could get your number, and we could get a cup of coffee before you head out?"

Was this really happening? Aelin inwardly squealed with excitement. Lysandra would die when she recounted this story later. "Sure."

Just as she pulled her phone from her pocket, an all too familiar voice materialized behind her. "Aelin?"

Aedion smiles as he lays eyes on his beloved cousin. He takes a couple steps down the stairs, and that grin quickly fades as he sees the naked man.

Oops, she'd forgotten that detail.

"Rowan?" Aedion's eyes harden as they lock on Rowan. "Why the hell are you ogling my cousin with no clothes on?"

"You know him?" Aelin swears under her breath. She cannot believe her luck.

Aedion laughs coldly as he sizes up Rowan, "He's my roommate, but he's about to be a corpse. Why are you perving on my seventeen-year-old cousin?"

Rowan's looks between the bewildered. "You said you were a junior?"

Aedion laughs harshly as Aelin blushes. "I am...just in highschool. Not college. I told you I didn't go here."

"I didn't realize I was rooming with a pedophile," Aedion grabs Aelin and pulls her to his chest. "Was he bothering you?"

"Pedophile?" Rowan's dimples have disappeared, and he looks at Aedion disturbed. "I'm only nineteen!"

Aelin shoves away from Aedion's boorish grip. "The only one bothering me is you."

Rowan's cheeks are flushed red as the full impact of the situation they were found in dawns on him. Damn it if Aelin didn't find his blush endearing. He is a solid chunk of muscle. How is everything he does so cute?

"Look, I just got out of the shower, and I bumped into Aelin. It was an accident. She was just on her way to give you your waffle maker-"

"You brought my waffle maker?" Aedion cuts Rowan off, eyeing the box under her arm.

That's when Aelin sees it. The twinkle of mischief in his eye and the forced concern. Aedion was playing her. He obviously knew Rowan wasn't a creep and saw the perfect opportunity to cause chaos. Aelin scowls at him, and that spark grows brighter. It's moments like this she wonders why she ever missed her cousin in the first place.

Aedion tugs the box out of her grasp and smiles. "Wow. This is perfect timing. Vaughn and Fen were just talking about making breakfast for dinner." He looks at Aelin and forces a frown. "If I'd known you were coming, I would have invited you, but it would kind of be rude to bring a guest now."

"What?" Aelin sputters. She drove all this way, and he was really going to ditch her? It was embarrassing, but tears prickled at the edges of her eyes. He was an ass, but she obviously came because she missed him, and he didn't even care? She really thought they were closer than that.

"Yeah. Sorry, Lin." Aedion points at Rowan, who was just standing to the side, thoroughly uncomfortable. Yet, despite the awkwardness, he hadn't left. "Hey, you owe me one for creeping on my little cousin. Earn my trust back and see that she has something for dinner and gets to her car safely? She has my phone number, one bad text, and your ass is grass."

Aedion tosses her a wink, and it's all Aelin can do to keep from outright gaping. Rowan looks stunned, his eyes darting between the two Ashryvver's. They settle on Aelin for a moment too long. Some of the tension eases from his shoulders, and he smiles. "I think I can manage that."

"Good." Aedion turns back up the stairs pats the box. "Thanks for bringing it to me, Lin. I'll call you tomorrow, don't send me to voicemail."

Just like that, her cousin, a walking, talking agent-of-chaos, disappears back to wherever he came from.

"So," Rowan starts, "If you want, I know a perfect Italian place we could swing by, my treat seeing as I plowed into you."

Aelin frowns and fiddles with the end of her necklace. "You aren't upset that I lied?"

"You didn't lie." Rowan chuckles, a deep sound that sends a shiver of delight down Aelin's spine. "You don't go here."

Aelin tilts her head as if she's deeply considering the offer. "I suppose it couldn't hurt. What's good there?"

"They have an awesome kabob." Rowan tugs his towel tighter. "It's my favorite."

It's Aelin's turn to laugh. "Isn't that just meat on a stick?"

"Let's go, and I can show you how profoundly wrong you are," he moves to take a step down, but Aelin stops him with a hand to the shoulder. "What is it?"

Aelin points to his towel, "I don't think they will serve guests without pants."

The flush that Aelin loves his back full force as he scrambles the other direction up the stairs. "Shit. Give me five minutes. I'll be right back. Aedion better have not locked out or I swear-"

Rowan's embarrassed tirade quiets as he charges up to his dorm to change. Aelin smiling as he goes. She can't believe she's going out to dinner with a guy like that.

Opening her phone, she sends a quick heart emoji to her cousin. He instantly replies back with one of his own. Aedion may have moved to college, but he still had her back at the end of the day. Even if it wasn't in the most ideal way.

Rowan comes back down the stairs moments later, and she's not disappointed by what she sees. He took the time to put on a flannel shirt and comb some gel through his hair. While the view without clothes had been pleasant, Aelin could definitely appreciate this look too.

"I'm ready if you are," Rowan extends an arm to help her down the stairs.

It's such a fussy, old-man move, and she loves it.

"Let's go."

[bestiesenpai]

Lout - Naoya Zenin

Y’all ever seen that movie bad teacher with cameron diaz that would be me as a teacher lol also Naoya is a third year 18+ all that good jazz fun fact I’m actually allergic to minors so yeah even mentioning them breaks me out into hives, it’s disgusting they’re disgusting, would not recommend. 0/10 stars on google review and yelp also femme reader 3.3k words

Content warnings: noncon + dubcon, age gap(reader is obvi gonna be older than naoya lol), teacher x student shit, degradation, choking, noncon video taking, biting, spanking, not a mindbreak necessarily but there’s hints of that here

There was a problem child in your senior class and you weren’t even the main teacher. Stuck as a teaching aid until you could get full certification, it wasn’t even you that really had to bear the brunt of this student's bad behavior should the principal ask. Yet somehow, it was your duty to get him into line before he graduated in a few months.

Naoya Zenin couldn’t even pretend to care about his highschool reputation. All he focused on was being top of the class and making sure everyone knew who exactly was in charge. At an elite private school where his family had been generous donors for generations, Naoya’s behavior was almost expected.

Until he nearly put another student in the hospital after a fight. That was the final straw for disgruntled parents and students alike, causing a massive uproar and demanding action. And of course that call to action fell on your shoulders.

“Seriously? They stuck me with a fucking aide?” Throwing open the door to the office space assigned to you in the meeting, Naoya glared at you. It wasn’t that he particularly disliked you or anything, but he felt slighted that the school didn’t send a real teacher to talk to him.

“Have a seat, Naoya.” Standing up from the desk, you motioned to the lone armchair in the room. Walking in and slamming the door behind him, Naoya rolled his eyes as he flopped into the chair.

“Let’s make this quick, I’ve got a dive team meeting soon.” Looking out at the courtyard below, Naoya squinted against the harsh afternoon sun coming in through the windows. He wasn’t concerned with this meeting at all, wanting it to be over so he can go and impress some Olympic team scouts.

Clearing your throat awkwardly, you rustled the papers on your desk. There were pages of notes on what you were supposed to say, how you were supposed to say it and a few forms Naoya had to sign as well, stating that he’d be on his best behavior until graduation.

“Naoya, you know why you’re here.” You started, unable to meet his pointed gaze as it flicked over to you. “You’re behavior has gotten out of hand and-”

“So what?” Letting his head loll back, Naoya shrugged.

“And you need to be held accountable for your actions.” You pushed through the interruption, feeling your cheeks heat up in indignation.

“Yeah? My family’s had the dean in their pocket since this school was founded, I doubt there’s much I need to be accountable for.”

“You can’t throw money at everything, you know?”

“Why do you think I take judo?”

“Naoya, please.” Pinching the bridge of your nose, you mimicked him for a moment and leaned your head back. “We’re supposed to be having this meeting to reform your behavior. You did a really bad thing, you nearly killed that other student.”

“Reform? The board sent you to reform me? That’s a fucking laugh if I’ve ever heard one.” Letting out a boisterous laugh, Naoya slapped his knee. “How are you going to change me when you can’t even look me in the eye?”

“T-that’s not important.” Embarrassed, you forced yourself to make brief eye contact with him before shuffling your papers around again. “Look, can you just let me say what’s on these papers? Then you can sign them and be on your way.”

“I don’t think I will.” Crossing his arms, Naoya had the nerve to stretch his legs out and prop his feet up on the desk.

“Naoya-”

“I still think it’s hilarious that you’re here of all people. I mean, just look at you!” Gesturing vaguely to your form, Naoya laughed again. “Not even a real fucking teacher yet. Why don’t you go back to the little corner office you have and let the grown ups handle the big stuff?”

“I’m older than you!” This was bad. He was trying to rile you up and it was working. The control you already didn’t have on the situation was getting worse by the minute and both you and Naoya knew that the power balance between you was heavily skewed in his favor.

“Really? I couldn’t tell, you’ve got about as much gusto as an infant.” Giving you a once over, he sneered. “The only thing going for you is your looks and honestly, they could use a little work.”

“Hey!” Now your face was really on fire. Chuckling at your reaction, Naoya sat up a little straighter.

“Don’t get so upset, I know a pair of twins that would be more than willing to help you improve.”

“Can we just focus on the reason we’re here?” You wanted nothing more than for the ground to open up and swallow you whole. The chances of saving this meeting - and your dignity - were slim to none, but you still had to try.

“Right, right, this nonsense about ‘reforming me’.” Using heavy air quotes, Naoya dragged his feet off the desk and let them land on the ground with a loud thud. Taking another look out the windows, he started to undo the tie around his neck.

“Yes. Now, you’re going to sit there and just listen, okay? It’ll only take a few minutes, then you can go on about your day.” You were foolish to believe that you could possibly do anything to Naoya, let alone change his mind on something like this. All the high hopes you’d scrounged together before this meeting were utterly crushed when Naoya stood up.

“No, you listen.” In one fell swoop, Naoya pushed all the papers off the desk, waiting as they all fell to the ground and drinking in your shocked expression. “It’s almost insulting that you think you have any control over this situation, let alone me.”

“Sit back down, Naoya.” Your voice shook terribly as he rounded the desk. You weren’t able to push your chair away fast enough, and he was able to grab onto the back and spin you to face him.

“But teacher, I don’t want to.” He mocked, wasting no time in grabbing you by the throat and forcing you to stand. Clawing at his hand was no use, Naoya’s strength greatly outmatched yours and in just a few moments he was able to manhandle your arms behind your back and use his tie to bind your wrists together.

“Let me go, Naoya!” Thrashing against the desk you were now leaning on for support, a sense of dread filled you. Even if you managed to undo the tie, there was still the issue of actually getting out of the room and away from Naoya, and if his ease in handling you told you anything it was that that task would be impossible.

“Ya know, (Y/N)- can I call you (Y/N)?” He had a stupid grin on his face, pushing you to lean more on the desk as he stood in front of you. “You’ve talked a lot about reform and changing my behavior, but the only one I see here in need of an attitude adjustment is you.”

“Naoya!” Horror ripped through you as he yanked your top open, popping the buttons on your blouse and letting out a whistle at seeing your bra.

“(Y/N), I think you’re violating dress code right now.” Clicking his tongue, Naoya pulled your bra down as far as it would go. “I’ll have to give you a demerit.” Keeping one hand on your throat, Naoya pinched and twisted your nipple between his fingers.

You wouldn’t know it, but Naoya’s heart was beating wildly in his chest. The rush of power he usually got from presiding and dominating the other students was nothing compared to the power he felt now. This wasn’t even something he dreamed about doing, but you’d just given him the golden opportunity to really test his power at this school.

Lurching forward, Naoya sunk his teeth right below your jawline, somewhere he knew you’d have a hard time covering up the mark. The pained squeal you let out went straight to his head and right between his legs, making him bite you in another place and suck harshly on the skin.

Rutting his hips against your thigh, Naoya groaned as he trailed his mouth down your neck, leaving deep teeth marks that he knew would sting when you were alone at night later. Putting one of your nipples in his mouth, Naoya rolled it between his teeth and let drool drip out of his mouth and down your skin.

“Stop it, Naoya! Let me go!” There were strained tears in your eyes that refused to be blinked away. A flurry of slurred protests left your lips as his hand tightened on your neck, enough to have you gasping for air.

“Not until I teach you a little lesson.” He growled, leveling you with a single look. Keeping his grip firm until your eyes rolled back in your head, Naoya let go when he was sure you wouldn’t try to speak again.

Coughing and spluttering, there was little you could do with your fuzzy brain to stop Naoya from turning you around and bending you over the desk. Your face pressed into the hard surface and the wood dug into your face and hips as they were pushed forward.

Grabbing onto your bottoms, Naoya pulled them down until they were at your ankles, unceremoniously ripping off your panties and no doubt shoving them into his pocket. Your heated skin was exposed to the air of the room, making goosebumps pebble on your flesh.

“Ow!” The first slap to your ass was hard and unforgiving, making the tears in your eyes finally fall. “S-stop!” You tried to move your body away from the impending pain but it was no use, Naoya hit your other cheek almost as soon as you started to move.

“What’s wrong, teacher? Never had a bit of corporal punishment?” Laughing haughtily, Naoya grabbed your stinging skin in his hand.

“Ow, ow- N-naoya please, let me go!”

“Not a chance!” Slapping both cheeks in tandem, Naoya could feel the adrenaline going through him. There was no limit to what he could do in this moment, he could walk away and leave you like this, stranded for someone to find. Or, and he liked this option more, he could keep going, and save a few keepsakes for himself.

Fishing his phone out of his pocket, Naoya opened the camera with no hesitation. Taking a video of your heaving body, groping your ass and hips, spreading your cheeks apart to reveal your asshole, Naoya tried to keep the groan coming forward low.

“W-what’re you doing?” You could just barely see him out of the corner of your eye, and your blood ran cold upon realizing what he was doing.

“Say hi.” Shoving the camera in your face, Naoya grabbed your chin to keep you from turning away. “Smile for the camera, (Y/N), don’t cry!”

“No, no, no…” Your career is over. Your life is over. Everything you’d worked so hard for, your education, this job - it was going to be taken away if Naoya decided to share the video. You’d be blacklisted from ever working in a school again and you would definitely face legal trouble for being in this situation with a student.

Leaving you for a moment, Naoya propped his phone up on the windowsill, making sure the camera was capturing the both of you as he went back over. Giving a cheeky little wave to the camera, Naoya turned his attention back to you.

Pushing a hand between your legs, Naoya chuckled darkly at the slick that met the tips of his fingers. It was a miniscule amount, but enough that he could mock you over it. Dragging his fingers through your folds, he presented the fingers to you.

“Who knew Ms. (Y/N) was such a fucking slut?” Rubbing his fingers together, Naoya held his hand up to the camera. “Ms. (Y/N) likes it when I’m rough with her.”

“No...no I don’t.” Sniffling pathetically, you shook your head as best you could.

“Don’t lie, the proof is right here.” Wiping his fingers across your cheek, he made a show of pushing your legs further apart and putting his hand back on your cunt. Pinching your clit, Naoya bit his lip as you let out a high pitch whine.

He knew he’d meet too much resistance if he tried to shove his cock in straight away, so Naoya took it upon himself to prep you a bit. Rubbing your clit in tight circles, he leered over you and watched as you struggled to keep whimpers at bay.

“Don’t be shy, let the camera know how much you like this. We already know how much of a slut you are.”

“I don’t- I don’t like this.”

“Hm? Then why are you getting wet?”

“T-thats-” He had you beat there, the glide of his fingers was getting easier and a distinct wet sound was starting to take shape.

“No need to be shy, teacher. You can tell me you’re just a dumb fucking slut.” Pressing his lips against your ear, Naoya looked at the camera. “I know you see the camera, say it nice and loud for me.”

“No.” Shaking your head, a sharp cry ripped through you as Naoya hit your thigh. From the force of his slap you knew there’d be a hand printed welt on your leg.

“Say it.”

“I-I’m a- a dumb fucking slut!” You sobbed and the strength nearly left your legs entirely. If not for Naoya holding you up you would have tumbled to the floor in shame.

“Now was that so hard?” Standing up straight, Naoya was done stalling. Pushing a finger inside you, he deemed you ready enough to take him and undid the belt on his pants, letting them fall to his ankles.

Taking a second to himself, Naoya ground his clothed cock against your body. This opportunity was something to cherish and he was going to savor every moment of it. Taking a deep breath as pleasure made his spine ripple, Naoya pushed down his underwear and grabbed his cock.

“Teacher, I have a bit of a problem, won’t you fix it?” Naoya teased, rubbing his cock along your slit.

“Wait Naoya, you need protection.”

“Shut up. You’d be lucky to bear a child with Zenin blood, so count this as a gift from me to you.” Putting the tip in, Naoya let his head fall back and gaze down his nose at where your cunt was already sucking him in.

Ignoring your protests, Naoya pushed his cock in all the way, quickly bottoming out and nestling his hips snugly against yours. Planting his hands on the desk to steady himself, he had to take a few deep breaths before beginning to move again.

Putting a hand on the back of your neck to keep you from moving too much, Naoya pulled his hips back, looking at the way his cock glistened with your slick. Breathing hard through his nose, he pushed back in and started a steady rhythm.

“Shit, you’re so tight.” He grunted behind clenched teeth, the hold on your neck getting tighter as he focused on moving his body and not cumming too soon. The clap of his hips against your ass was music to his ears, a sound Naoya was sure not to forget any time soon.

The shame of being fucked by a student was heavy enough on your mind but the shame knowing you were starting to enjoy it was even worse. Keeping your eyes tightly closed, there was little you could do as Naoya pounded into you, the full length of his cock hitting places inside you that hadn’t ever been touched before by previous partners.

“Fuck!” The shout that came out of you was unrestrained, you couldn’t contain yourself as Naoya put his fingers back on your clit. Humiliation covered you like a thick blanket, almost choking you as much as Naoya was.

“I knew you’d come around, (Y/N). No one can resist a Zenin.” Smirking at your scrunched up face, Naoya wrapped his hand fully around your throat and pulled you up until your back was nearly flush with him.

The new angle had a loud moan coming from you and Naoya was close to cumming as well, he could feel his toes start to curl and tingle. His mind was starting to get foggy, and the hold he had was starting to slip from the sweat building up between you.

“Make sure not to waste what I give you, okay? It’s special.”

“You have to pull out, Naoya. You have to!” You couldn’t get pregnant by a student, especially one as high profile as him. Humming against your ear, Naoya shook his head.

“No, I don’t think I will. This is the last part of your attitude adjustment, I need to make sure you remember it.”

“N-naoya- pull out-” You stuttered as your orgasm washed over you, making your back arch and angling your ass perfectly for Naoya to cum as well. Making sure his cock was as deep as possible, Naoya let you fall back onto the desk as he rutted into you.

Biting you on the shoulder one last time, Naoya stayed inside you until his breathing went back to normal and his cock went soft. He had sweat clinging to his body and his uniform was wrinkled beyond belief when he stood up.

Fixing his clothes, Naoya undid the tie around your wrists and watched your arms limply fall to the side. There was no doubt you were sore, he’d given you enough marks to last a week. Smoothing a hand over your still stinging thigh, Naoya stepped away from you and laughed as you fell to the floor.

“Ya know, maybe this meeting was beneficial after all. Wouldn’t you say, teach?” Toeing at your spent body curled up on the floor, Naoya drank you in one last time before going to his phone and ending the video.

Gathering his things and answering a few texts, Naoya grinned as you hobbled to your feet. You avoided looking at him, opting instead to try salvage your own clothes and make sense of the world again. The sun was still shining brightly in the sky and if you held your breath you could hear the distant sound of students on a baseball field.

“Well, I’ll be going now.” Naoya threw open the door, startling you.

“Wait.” Reaching out to him, your eyes went straight to the phone in his hands. “That video-”

“Don’t worry, I won’t show it to anyone, I promise!” Crossing his fingers for dramatic effect, Naoya tucked it away into his back pocket. “Stay out of my way for the rest of the school year, and I’ll delete it when I graduate.”

You couldn’t trust his words and you both knew it. There was no way Naoya would let this be a one time thing, now that he’s gotten a taste for it. He would only continue to take what he wanted from you, making your life hell until he left the school - he wouldn’t let you leave before him.

“Fine.” But it was all you had to go on, so you nodded your head and accepted your fate.

“Fine.” Nodding curtly, Naoya stepped out into the hall with a wide smirk on his face. “See you in class later, Ms. (Y/N).”

[dazai-fics]

Stargazing – Dazai Osamu

Pairing: Dazai x Reader (high school au)

Word Count: 2.6k*

Warnings: slight cursing, smut/nsfw- oral, fingering

Summary: Having Osamu Dazai as your boyfriend has never been boring.

A/n: This has been stuck in my head for a while and I finally was able to sit down and write it out so I hope you guys enjoy and don’t judge me too much because this is my first time writing out smut !

Inspired by: Stargazing*- The NBHD

You could feel the cool of the evening seep into your bones as you groggily sat up in your plush bed. Once, then twice, did you blink to remove any bit of remaining sleep as you looked over to the source of your annoyance.

Your phone lit up with a string of messages from only one contact; a contact that as of late had made your heart pound in a way that was indescribable in every sense of the word. Sighing, you picked up the phone and began to read over the messages your extremely clingy boyfriend woke you up with.

‘Samu ♡:

1:04 AM

hey baby i can’t sleep u up?

1:04

Belladonna ? :(

1:05

I’m coming over, have a surprise for us :)

He’s what?

You were now fully awake at this point and groaned at the spontaneity and impulsiveness of your brunette lover. Knowing you had no choice but to go along with his antics, you got out of your bed and quickly ran to your closet hoping the faster you went, the quicker the chills would go away as they flared your arms and legs up with goosebumps.

You were already wearing sweatpants, so you decided to just throw on a black hoodie that was suspiciously too big on your figure.

You inhaled deeply as the smell of vanilla and mint overcame your senses causing a serene smile to overcome your features. Yes, this was indeed the sweatshirt of the Osamu Dazai; a man that in the last couple of months has invaded your every waking thought and had claim over any flush in your cheeks, dimple in your smile, and crinkle in your eyes as they closed shut-tight over the unbearable laughter released at one of his cheesy jokes.

Of course that didn’t mean everything was all raised heart beats and shared smiles with the boy as dating Dazai also meant caring for him and all his dark thoughts and emotions. As well as vise versa since your life by no means was easy and perfect. However, no matter how bad things got; or who left or entered your life, you could always count on Dazai, and him you, to be there whenever life caught you both in it’s gloomy and seemingly inescapable hold.

Another smile escaped your lips and you once again inhaled the calming scent; now thinking back to how you met the lanky, mysterious, goofball.

You had moved to your new town back in your freshman year of high school which of course meant having to make new friends and basically start a whole new life in a time that was so important and vital.

You remember your first day at ADA highschool so vividly; the sweat that built in your palms, and the barely visible motion of your toes curling into your shoes from anxiety. You had thought making friends would be impossible no matter how many times your parents assured you that your “charming” personality would help you make friends so very easily.

It was the end of the day and you were sure that your still very much lack of friends would mean that would be the truth for the rest of your four years in this high school you were very much forced to attend. You felt a tear quickly escape your eye as the anxiety started to take physical form; quickly you ran to a quiet corner and began to wipe furiously and harshly at your eyes as you reprimanded your sensitivity.

“What am I five? Why am I crying so hard?”

You jumped suddenly as you heard quiet giggles next to your ear.

You felt embarrassment flood your body as you wiped even harder to stop the tears. He was a bit blurry, but you could faintly make out the long, curly, brunette hair; dark chocolate eyes, and white bandages that wrapped around his long, lanky, figure. He also wore casual clothes which consisted of jeans, a hoodie, and sneakers.

Your first thought, of course besides the initial embarrassment and anger, was why he was wrapped in those seemingly endless rolls of bandages.

“Who is this weird banaged guy?” You scoffed to yourself as your sniffles came to an end.

“Done crying?” He asked teasingly, that stupid smug smile still on his face.

“I don’t remember asking for your help or comfort,” you said defensively, the venom not really reaching your still red and glossy face.

The boy laughed again good-naturedly; not intentionally trying to rile you up but he couldn’t help but think your anxiety was misplaced.

“Well then, why don’t you come walk home with my friend Atsushi and I, could be fun~,” he offered, his hand held out to you in an act of trying to make you feel comforted.

Your eyes widened as you hesitantly accepted his offer; the boy rushing you along as soon as your hands made contact, going into a rant over another boy named Kunikida mothering the absolute shit out of him.

Four years had gone by and you were both in your senior year;  nothing really changing between you except the now official titles of ‘boyfriend’ and ‘partner’ which you had longed for since as long as you could remember.

Since that fateful day, you had become a part of the best group of friends you could ask for consisting of Atsushi, Kunikida, Yosano, Kenji, Ranpo, kyouka, and of course Dazai.

However, you knew you wanted something more with Dazai since freshman year and although you two were… close, he never seemed interested in more. He seemingly always had a new girl on his arm bragging about the various amounts of… sexual interactions he would have with them and each time it broke your heart a little more.

Despite all that, he would hold you whenever you were down, wiped your tears whenever they fell, and held you close when you couldn’t sleep; pressing gentle kisses when he thought you were knocked out by exhaustion finally hitting you.

Dazai had intimacy issues and fears you knew were holding him back from officially committing to you which is why you never pressed anything and kept your feelings locked up nice and tight… until a couple of months ago when it all came to a head.

Harsh words; honest words were shared by you both in an argument you thought would rip the person you had come to love and rely on most from you forever. Luckily it did the exact opposite as Dazai decided he was done with denying himself from your pure and warm love that made his dark world just a bit brighter everyday.

And now you two were inseparable; lips never too far from each other, limbs entangled whenever chance allowed. Your other friends were definitely sick of it but you both didn’t care as you denied each other from this comfort for too long to let any time go to waste.

You were snapped out of your reverie by gentle tapping at your window. You quickly turned your head to see the man of your thoughts sitting patiently on the ledge, a goofy smile etched into his pretty, pink lips.

You scoffed playfully as you made your way across the room to open the window for him. Immediately, he placed his lips on yours in a passionate kiss as his hands came up to cup your face lovingly.

“Mmm missed you so much,” he mumbled against your lips causing you to giggle.

“We saw each other, like, six hours ago!” You exclaimed slapping him playfully, causing him to release a laugh himself.

“Exactly! Now c’mon I’m taking you somewhere,” Dazai commanded you gently, grabbing your hand as he guided you out the window.

“‘Samu it’s one in the morning, where are we going?” You groaned in annoyance wanting your boyfriend to join you in bed and cuddle you back to sleep.

“Nuh uh uh~ It’s a surprise!” He exclaimed playfully booping you on the nose as you both made your way to his black range rover.

“Alright, whatever, can I at least get a hint?”

“Hmm, okay, okay, fine,” Dazai relented as he began to type away on his phone playing a song from his spotify that came out on his connected bluetooth, touch screen.

Take it from the top, if I start I just can’t stop…

You giggled silently as you shook your head, your boyfriend rolling down both of your windows and turning up the music for what he likes to call ‘the full midnight drive experience.’

“So are we going stargazing?!” You yelled over the wind and music.

“Yep!” He yelled back cheerily taking one hand off of the wheel to rub at your thigh comfortingly.

“Pull it out of park put in drive, I can feel your heart beating with mine, underneath the stars, lookin' for a sign glowin' in the dark 'til the sun shines, made it pretty far on the first try, might've set the bar a little too high, started with a spark, now we're on fire-”

You both yelled together which winded up with you both laughing uncontrollably. Dazai continued to sing along with the neighborhood as you took this as a chance to examine how gorgeous this man truly was.

His silky, curly brunette hair went everywhere as the wind entangled with it, his dark chocolate eyes shined with the headlights from the cars going on the opposite side of the freeway, his bandaged hands gripped at the wheel allowing you to see every vein and bone from his knuckles, and his face was flushed pink from the yelling and wind.

You laughed freely as you once again joined in with his singing; utter and complete joy filling you both which was rare.

Eventually, you both reached a secluded park with a hill; perfect for sitting and stargazing. Once you both got out, Dazai layed out a towel for you both to cuddle on without getting soaked from the freshly sprayed grass.

You both giggled loudly like the teenagers in love you were as you made yourself comfortable on your boyfriend’s chest; his lanky arms coming to wrap themselves around you, one occasionally letting go to point out the constellations or meteors blinking past in the inky sky.

You had to hold in your snickers whenever he would wrongly name a constellation but nonetheless; you would place a soft kiss on his cheek and thank him for teaching them to you.

Soon, the soft kisses on the cheek would turn to passionate kisses on the lips as Dazai changed his position to where he was on top of you. He began to leave a trail of kisses down your jaw to your neck; the juxtaposition of his warm kisses to the cold air surrounding you both caused small whimpers of pleasure to leave your lips.

“‘Samu…” you called breathily causing your boyfriend to look up from the dark hickeys he was ever-so-carefully placing on your collarbone.

“What is it, my belladonna?” He asked teasingly, returning to his methodically placed kisses.

“More…” you whined as arousal began to pool in your gut.

“As you wish.”

Dazai kissed lower down your belly to the elastic band of your panties. After leaving a couple small kisses on your hip bone, he looked up into your eyes for confirmation it was okay to go further. You nodded urgently and placed your hand in his soft locks as if to urge him on.  He let out a chuckle at your eagerness but complied nonetheless; you were his princess and whatever you asked of him he would do, even at the cost of his own wellbeing.

After pulling down your sweatpants and panties, he immediately attached his tongue to your clit; moving it in small circles he knew would make you fall apart. Your whines and whimpers fuled him on as your fingers harshly pulled on his locks.

“‘Samu… want your fingers” You ordered in between moans.

“Where baby, tell me,” he whispered, placing a soft kiss on your clit.

“inside…please!”

“As you wish.”

Dazai slowly placed his ring and middle fingers into your tight cunt, “Fuck belladonna, so wet for me,” he all but moaned as he gently moved his fingers around trying to find the spot that would have you fall apart all over him.

“‘Samu there! Please!” You gasped as he found your G-spot; not letting up until your back arched and you cummed all over his fingers.

“Good girl; my good, pretty girl that’s it,” he whispered gently as he coaxed you down from your high.

He licked away all the wetness from his fingers as he came back up to meet your lips in a passionate kiss filled with lust and love.

“‘Samu, want more..” you begged softly against his lips.

“Mmm what could you possibly mean~” your boyfriend teased causing you to groan.

“Oh like you don’t want the same thing I can see your hard-on from here,” you teased back looking down to see he was indeed impossibly hard in well fitted grey sweatpants.

“Ha-ha touché, belladonna.”

You both shared a loving laugh as you once again met in a kiss, your hand cupping the back of his head to bring him even closer. Dazai separated for a second to take off his pants and underwear letting his painfully hard cock hit against his abdomen, Dazai letting out a hiss from the cold hair hitting it.

“Need you baby, please,” you whined as your boyfriend soothed you with a kiss to the neck as he began to line his dick up with your wet pussy.

“Almost in, tell me if it ‘urts,” he mumbled as he began to fill you up.

You gasped, never truly used to his size but feeling complete nevertheless.

“Okay?” He asked gently and you nodded kissing his cheek giving him the silent permission to keep going.

“Feels so good ‘Samu!” You moaned as he picked up speed.

“Fuck you’re so tight baby, always so good and tight for me,” your boyfriend praised as he kept up a gentle pace trying to bring you both to your respective highs.

“Gonna cum ‘Samu,'' you whimpered as you felt the coil in your abdomen beginning to snap.

“Go on belladonna, cum for me,” he praised as you did just that; the fast tightening of your warm cunt milking Dazai’s cock as he began to cum with you.

Dazai collapsed on top of you, burying his head in your warm neck and you wrapped your smaller arms around his waist.

“Love you so much ‘Samu,'' you whispered as you felt soft kisses being placed on the dark hickeys your boyfriend left prior.

“Love you more, belladonna; thank you for always being by my side,” he whispered back.

After indulging in each other’s warmth and comfort for a while longer, Dazai cleaned you both up with the towel and dressed you both as he then gently picked you up and placed you in the back seat to lay down as you had fallen asleep.

He took a warm blanket he always kept for you in the trunk and tucked and buckled you in as he took his place in the driver’s seat and drove you both back to your house.

Once you both arrived he took you in arms and walked you both up to the front door where he used the key you gave him to let you in.  As quietly as possible, he then took you both upstairs to your room where he tucked you in again and then got comfortable in the bed next to you; gathering you in his arms and then pressing a kiss to your head.

“Good night, my love sleep well.”

[gummygowon]

regretful jellyfish | jeong yunho

word count: 1.3k

genre: angst, tiny bit of fluff, best friend yunho x fem. reader

best friends au!

warnings: kind of cheating? (if there's more pls let me know)

song recommendation: restless by bibi & cigarette by offonoff

a/n: this is inspired by my friends and because we can't go to prom this year :(

highschool prom, the one school event you’ve been looking towards to ever since you watched high musical 3. this year's prom theme was something that you were surprisingly looking forward to which was 'under the sea' and located at the city's aquarium. a night of dancing next to fish and sharks with your friends and prom date was something even more than middle school you ever dreamed of.

so far everything has been according to plan, your hair looked gorgeous and your outfit and makeup looked absolutely stunning. and to make things even better, you got asked out by your long time crush, jeong jaehyun. you’ve been crushing on that dude since sophomore year and now in your senior year you finally have a chance to be more than just friends.

yeah, you’ve heard all of the warnings from your friends telling you not to fall for such a playboy but you couldn’t help yourself and his damn smile didn’t help either. so when jaehyun asked you out with a poster and flowers, you almost died from shock right on the spot.

however, your best friend yunho, was the complete opposite of shock. he was more disgusted or maybe even jealous that jaehyun was the one asking you out. yunho heard all the dirty things he did with girls and how he was douchebag to almost everyone which is what made him wary of your friendship with the latter. it also didn’t help that yunho also had feelings for you but he was too much of coward to ever confess. but yunho was only your best friend. best friend...

so if jaehyun made you happy then he would have to bury his feelings even further. sure, it upset him but jaehyun had balls to ask you out which he didn’t have and now the lucky bastard got the girl.

unfortunately, you really should’ve listened to your friends because as soon you guys walked into prom together, jaehyun was already flirting with another girl. you didn’t even bother trying to wrangle him back to you. once he was with a girl, there was no way of getting him back.

with the night already off to a shitty start, you wandered away from the crowd and ventured deeper into the aquarium. you reached the dead end of one of the 'hall of fishes' exhibit which was a big circled room with never ending glass walls full of different marine species swimming inside.

you leaned against the railing, zoning out. how could you be so stupid? there was no way you could have changed him. once a fuck boy always a fuck boy, you idiot.

tears began forming in your eyes the more you thought about the situation. you couldn't cry over some bitch boy. he wasn't worth it. no matter how many hours you spent blushing over him, he wasn't worth it. more thoughts came into your mind like a dumb animal walking into a trap. thoughts that reminded you how dumb you were, pushing you closer and closer to actually crying.

that is until you heard someone enter the room, you sniffled quietly and brought a finger to your eyes, catching any water droplets.

"did you know that jellyfish don't have a brain?" a familiar voice asked.

a smile appeared on your face for the first time this night, "didn't i tell you that?"

ever since your school revealed the theme for prom and venue, you've been spewing out random ocean facts to yunho in pure excitement.

"yeah, you also told me that sharks the only fish to have eyelids." yunho added on, a grin on his face too.

"so you were paying attention to me." you teased as you bumped his arm with your shoulder.

"of course i did, when do i not?"

you laughed at his response before returning your gaze back to the jellyfish swimming around. you weren't sure if yunho knew what happened with jaehyun but he probably found out somehow. he always did.

"why aren't you with your date? the slow dance is coming up soon and i know you've been waiting for it." your best friend asked, he didn't know why he was trying so hard to make sure you and jaehyun worked out or at least for the night. he just wanted you to be happy. to be happy with the guy that you've been crushing on for years. to have this night feel like a dream.

"he left me." you answer bluntly, before turning your gaze back to yunho. guess he didn't know.

"oh. i'm so sor-"

"don't even bother," you wave your hand in the air, shooing away the apology. "i should've listened to you guys anyways."

yunho stood there in silence, staring at a particular blue tang, not knowing what to say. he couldn't just confess right now, that would be inappropriate and selfish of him. usually, he was good at comforting his friends but comforting his crush after they got rejected by the guy they've been pinning after for years was something he didn't know how to do.

"you can go back, the slow dance must be starting soon." you said after breaking the silence. "i don't wanna ruin your night too."

yunho's heart was beating faster as his mind was violently urging him to ask you to dance or just say something. "it's okay, i don't wanna leave you alone."

you were about to argue for him to go back but you decided against it and smiled back instead, looking back at the fish swimming back and forth with the kelp swaying in the back.

the two of you were in a peaceful silence, looking at the aquatic animals thinking different things.

your mind was yelling at you for being a dumbass and believing that you would be the one to change a fuck boy's mind while yunho's was yelling at him for being a coward.

if he just confessed to you before jaehyun ever came into the picture, you wouldn't be here on the brink of tears on the one event you've been waiting for since you were seven. you guys could be slow dancing together, problem-free and regret-free.

from the distance, you guys could hear the dj's loud voice drift into the room, "ladies and gents, gather your partners because it's time to slow it down!" loud ooo's and cheers joined in right after.

"may, i have this dance m'lady?" yunho asks with his heart beating out of his chest and cheeks flushing a faint red.

a bright smile appears on your face as you take his hand, "of course, sir."

as soon yunho brought you closer to him, you realize how much he's been there for you ever since you guys became friends. memories flooded your head, almost bringing you tears of happiness. you pulled yunho even closer to your body, burying your head into his neck while his arms wrapped around your waist tighter.

slowly but gracefully, you guys swayed to the distant slow song with thoughts full of regret. regret about not confessing sooner and regret about not listening to your friends.

the longer you danced, the more you thought about how much your best friend was the better option. in a way, it made you feel selfish for thinking of yunho as just a choice leading you to thinking that he deserved a better partner than you. someone who could cherish him from the start and all the way to the very end.

yunho, on the other hand wanted this moment to last forever. slow dancing in the dark with his crush, as he held onto you like you were the only thing that matter. if he couldn't have you like this for himself, then he would have to make sure moments like these lasted. sure, it was a little self-centered of him but this was the price had to pay for waiting.

the price of waiting: a dance with the girl he wants but she had her heart set on someone else.

and the price of this dance with this boy: the girl realizes she's been in love with him this whole time.

[just-rogi]

I have exactly one month left of being a teenager and I know it isnt right, but I’m angry.

I’m really, really angry. And sad. And just frustrated as hell. I was 17 when we first went into Covid lockdown. I was planning my birthday party with my friends the week before the world shut itself off. I didn’t know that would be my last chance to have normal teenage years. How the hell was I supposed to know that the world would change and that I wouldn’t get a chance to be a normal teenager again.

I didn’t know that I wouldn’t get a prom. Or a graduation or a spring musical or a senior banquet. I didn’t know that I wouldn’t get to hang out in the Wendy’s parking lot until 2:00am or go to parties with people I’d never see again when I left my home town.

I thought hey, I’m 17, it’s no big deal thag I haven’t had my first kiss yet, I’ll have plenty of time, but now I’m turning 20 and I feel like all interpersonal relationships have been stagnant because I didn’t see anyone for ages. Now the gap between me and my peers in terms of experience in relationships is DAUNTING because time froze for me my senior year of high school. How many people graduated and had their first relationships and friendships in college? People my age didn’t get that chance.

I did what they asked. I stayed inside. I graduated over zoom. Got my associates degree online. In 2020 I saw five people who weren’t my family. Five. Over the course of TEN months. And that number didn’t change much in 2021 either. I stayed inside, I graduated online for a second time. And that was that.

I’m back in person for college this semester but nothing is the same. I’m not going out. I’m wearing my mask. I’m testing every week and everyone knows it. It doesn’t FEEL like it’s back to normal because it’s not. Nothing is the same and I don’t expect it to be. I’m not angry that I had to give up these formative years of my life but I just wish that someone would recognize that it fucking hurts.

I don’t want to be 20 next month, I thought I had more time. I don’t expect any praise or anything for doing what was expected of us to keep people safe- and if it saved even one person then it was worth it- but god, I was 17 when this all started. And I’ve celebrated my last two birthdays as a teenager alone because of Covid. It’s so hard to put into words because I know that everyone is suffering and It feels silly to complain about this but god. I was supposed to have more time. If I had known that my last chance to be a teenager was when I was 17 maybe I would have kissed someone random at a party or gone out with my friends every time they asked or gone to those stupid school dances or done something stupid and rebellious like dying my hair or getting my nose pierced even though my mom told me it would make me look like a bull.

I’m graduating early. I get my BA at the end of the summer and then I enter the workforce. And that’s that I supposed. Teenage years over and now I’m a real adult with bills and roommates and an apartment and a job. And that’s just life I guess and I’m ok with that, I’m excited, really I am. I just thought I had more time when I was 17. There are a lot of horrible things that happened because of Covid, and losing my senior year of highschool and most of college doesn’t even make the top 100. But it’s personal to me. And I’m still mourning the fact that being a teenager ended one random week when I was 17. It’s not that I don’t want to be 20 yet, I just wanted the chance to be 18 and 19 too.

If you are a millennial or another generation, idk, just be nice to Gen z? I guess? Please? That’s all I suppose.