#leave my dumb jock alone

[cheesesandwichsanto]

Cherry Lip Gloss

Summary: Eddie is madly in love with you and tries to shoot his shot.

Warning: some curse words

Word Count: ~1.8k

A/N: English is not my first language

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You were straddling his lap, your lips brushing against each others, still catching your breath and your lips swollen from the make out session before.

A few drops of sweat glistened on Eddie’s forehead.

You wore a dress - too short and too tight. Eddie loved it. It was everything he had ever imagined.

“Eddie?” you asked him quietly.

Your thumb running over his lower lip.

Your head fell back, revealing your neck, covered in hickies.

“Yeah baby?” he answered, hypnotized by your beauty, not able to take his eyes off you.

“I want you to…

beep beep beep

His alarm clock was ringing.

Fuck.

It was just another dream.

Another amazing dream.

But that didn’t ruin his mood.

It was Wednesday, which meant he had math for the first two periods with Mr. Mundy - and, luckily, it was one of the classes he shared with you.

There you both were, sitting in math class, him a few rows behind you, watching you, his head propped up on his hand.

You were still chitchatting with your friend Stacy, but as soon as Mr. Mundy entered the classroom, you both went quiet and Stacy turned around.

He was madly in love with you.

How you just sat there, wearing your green and orange cheerleading uniform.

Your hair was pulled up in a perfect ponytail.

Makeup? Not too much and flawless as always. Nails? Perfectly manicured.

But one little thing was missing - his favorite part.

He watched how you rummaged through your backpack, pulled out a pink lipgloss and a little mirror and applied it.

Damn.

What would he give to just taste it.

One. Single. Time.

What flavor were your lips?

Strawberry? Cherry? Or maybe vanilla?

How soft your plump lips must feel.

He had to stop himself from drooling like damn fool.

He felt stupid for being jealous of a lip gloss.

You felt eyes on you and looked around, stopping when you met Eddie’s and looking him straight in the eyes.

He froze, - caught in the act.

He looked shyly away, a light blush creeping across his cheeks.

You just grinned.

He was not really subtle in observing.

He used to think you would be a rich, arrogant, stuck-up bitch, just like the other cheerleaders. But there was this one time where you and him got detention together.

Him for being late (and that happens a lot) and you for god knows what reason.

Ms. O’Donnell had to leave the room and ordered to do your homework.

He still remembered how sweet your voice sounded when you turned around and asked him for help.

How your bright eyes locked onto his.

He helped you, and for the first time, realized that you weren’t like the rest.

You both talked for the rest of detention. You didn’t see him as the town’s freak or a weirdo. No.

You showed honest interest in what he had to say - about his hobbies, his music and even hellfire club.

There wasn’t any other way than to fall for you. You were the reason for his beautiful dreams. And the reason he couldn’t sleep at all sometimes.

You were nothing like the others.

You even stood up for him against Jason when he made fun of Eddie one time. Telling him “just leave him alone” and pulling Jason away on his arm.

He would do everything to be with you.

But there were only two problems.

The first one: you already had a boyfriend - Andy Johnson, one of the balls-into-laundry-baskets-jocks. He had seen you and him arguing and fighting more than once.

The main reason, according to Eddie, had to be your boyfriend being a douchebag and dumb as fuck for not valuing you enough.

Little did he know that he was the reason.

The second one: your cousin was Jason Carver. Your mothers were sisters. He was really protective, acting like your big brother, even though he’s younger than you. Everyone knew that him and Jason were arch-enemies. Eddie hates Jason. Jason hates Eddie. It had always been this way. And it would stay that way forever.

At lunch break, while walking down the hallway, Eddie saw you standing by your locker, putting your books away and checking yourself out in the mirror you’d hung on the locker door. Suddenly, he saw something fall on the floor. Without thinking, he walked over to you and picked up what he now recognized as your lip gloss.

Strawberry - he knew it.

“Y/N?” He asked.

You turned around and looked at him, surprised.

“Yes?” You replied.

Your beautiful eyes - oh god, he felt his legs turn to pudding, but managed to hold up your lip gloss to hand it back to you.

“It fell out of your locker. That color really suits you, by the way. I.. uhm …really like strawberries” he said shyly. Not a sign of the loud, confident, stand-on-the-cafeteria-table-and-scream-Eddie.

You looked at his hand and took the lip gloss - but not without noticing his rings.

A smile played on your lips.

“Thank you so much, that’s really kind of you. Normally, I buy cherry, but unfortunately it’s sold out, so I went with strawberry. I really like your rings, they are super cool” you said, resting your hand on Eddies arm and giving him a loving smile.

Where you… where you blushing?

His heart did backflips.

“Cherry huh?” He mumbled nervously.

You didn’t notice someone approaching.

Until you heard a voice.

It was Jason.

“Hey you alright? Is that freak bothering you? Want me to take care of it?” Jason’s voice boomed. You just rolled your eyes.

“First of all. Cousin. Stop calling him freak ‘kay? And no, he is not bothering me. Just let’s go.”

You slammed your locker shut and sent Eddie an apologetic smile before turning around and following Jason to the cafeteria.

Eddie leaned against your locker, bumping his head against it, grinning like an idiot.

He high-fived himself in his mind for not making a complete fool out of himself.

You had talked to him.

You even touched his arm.

For a small second, he thought that maybe he had a chance. But he wasn’t about to get his hopes up. Jason always appeared out of nowhere, and you had a boyfriend.

But he had an idea for how to get your attention once again.

Friday afternoon was hellfire club.

But as soon as he entered the theater room, he was able to hear only one topic - your breakup with Andy.

Eddie was so happy - it felt like his birthday and Christmas combined.

He grinned from ear to ear.

On Monday’s, you two didn’t share a class, and he could only see you at lunch or when you were standing at your locker.

So when lunch approached, he was the first to rush out of class.

He wanted to “bump” into you by your locker, accidentally, of course.

When he turned into the hallway he saw you standing there - but with you was Andy.

You were arguing.

Again.

But apparently you said something that made Andy so angry, he stormed off.

Thank God.

You turned back to your locker to shut the door. That was his moment.

His only chance.

He took a deep breath and walked towards you.

“Hey Y/N. How you doing? Everything alright? I heard what happened.”

A smile spread across your face as soon as you saw him.

“Oh hey. I didn’t see you at first. I’m feeling super duper. I finally got rid of that turd Andy. I couldn’t feel better. Honestly, I should’ve done it months ago” You said.

Eddie chuckled “I’m sorry to hear it ended like that… but also kind of not sorry?” he said with an awkward grin, scratching his head.

“Not sorry huh?” You laughed.

“Yeah, I mean.. I always thought he was kind of an asshole. But uh,…” he reached into his jacket. “That’s not what I came over for. I actually have something I wanted to give you.”

You looked confused “Me?”

He nodded, pulled something out of his jacket and handed it to you.

It was a lip gloss - the cherry one.

Your favorite.

Your eyes lit up.

“No way… How did you even get this? It’s out of stock everywhere.”

“Let’s just say I have connections.”

“Thank you so, so much. What do I owe you?”

“Nothing, it’s a gift…. Go on a date with me?” Eddie fidgeted with his rings nervously.

You were surprised that he asked, but you’d always thought he was cute. And Andy is history. So, why not?

“I’d love to”

“I would understand if.. wait.. really?… I mean…cool. Cool” he tried not to freak out completely.

You pulled a pen from your backpack and scribbled something down on Eddies arm.

“That’s my address. Pick me up at 7.”

Eddie starred on the part of his arm that now is covered with your handwriting.

“Yeah, I can do that. I’ll be there at 7.”

You gave him one last smile before turning to walk down the hallway - the cherry lip gloss in your hand.

Eddie watched you walking away. When you were out of sight he let out a breath.

“Holy shit. She said yes.”

[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 RATHER LIE aeri uchinaga x reader

౨ৎ warnings: yn and aeri from luxurious (read it first), popular mean girl x loser athlete, swearing, yn plays soccer(football or wtv I don’t care honestly) and aeri is super rich, aeri’s parents , angst, fluff

aeri liked to think of herself as a simple girl she liked attention, shopping, money, and her friends. sometimes her friends. and the only thing she truly despised was-

her girlfriend she hated the way yn laughed at her own jokes, even when they weren’t funny. she hated her stupidly adorable smile, the one that made aeri’s heart do that annoying thing. she hated how, no matter how busy she was with soccer, she always made time for aeri. she hated her clueless dumb jock tendencies, the way she was somehow both the most awkward person alive and the most attractive. she hated the way she got into fights on the field, she hated how she never stood up for herself, even though she was literally the most award winning athlete in the entire school or the way she’s looking at her right now.

soft. amused. completely, utterly in love.

“stop looking at me like that” the pink haired girl grumbled.

yn blinked, tilting her head. “like what?”

“ugh.” aeri groaned, reaching out to pinch one of the dimples on yn’s cheek. “you’re too cute. it’s disgusting. leave me alone.”

yn only grinned wider, dimples deepening as she wrapped her arms around aeri’s waist and pulled her close.

aeri let out a dramatic sigh.

okay. maybe she didn’t actually despise her girlfriend.

“how was practice?” aeri asked yn looking up at her as yn let go out her and raised up from her bed walking towards aeri’s closet, looking for some of the clothes she left there.

“it was good,” aeri watched as yn pulled her jersey over her head and pulled on of her sweaters, “coach wasn’t as hard on me as usual today,”

aeri sighed her gaze never leaving yn as yn moved around her aeri’s room, “I don’t like how you call him coach and not dad, is that what you’ve been calling him since you were born in something?”

yn laughed softly, crawling back onto the bed “I call him dad dummy, just not when I’m talking about soccer.”

aeri’s gaze never wavered from yn, watching her girlfriend pull a hair tie off her wrist and start to tie her hair up. she couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “what did I tell you about this?” aeri tossed her pink scrunchie at yn with a smirk. “you’re supposed to wear mine. shows people you’re off the market.”

yn caught the scrunchie with ease, the corners of her lips tugging up in a teasing grin. “sorry, princess.” she slipped the scrunchie onto her hair, securing it before leaning back, arms behind her head, all casual like she wasn’t the most adorable thing in a ten mile radius.

aeri’s eyes lingered a little longer than necessary before she laid down beside yn, letting her head rest on the girl’s exposed arm. “so... about your dad—sorry, coach, he was... nice today?”

“yeah, surprisingly,” yn responded with a shrug, her voice flat. “coach was cool for once. usually, after a game, he’s up my ass about something, but today? he actually chill. don’t get used to it though. tomorrow, he’ll be back on my case.” she turned her head slightly, brow furrowing. “but seriously, what’s with all the questions about my parents? first it’s my mom yesterday , now you’re asking about my dad? what’s going on?”

it was true, this whole week, aeri had been obsessively asking about family. it freaked yn out because aeri was never one to talk about anything even remotely close to family.

the truth? aeri’s parents were back in town, and it had her on edge. they didn’t know about her relationship with yn, and aeri didn’t think they’d exactly be thrilled about it. as much as she adored yn, her clumsy, awkward, adorable, bruised up soccer player, she couldn’t help but wonder how her parents would react. 

she’s not exactly the polished, picture perfect girl they’d probably expect for their daughter, they already had a hard time digesting that she liked girls. aeri might love yn more than anything, but she also knew her family wouldn’t exactly appreciate the bruises on her arms and legs or the fact that yn’s idea of a “good time” getting into fights on the field.

aeri stared at yn for a few seconds, her mind racing, trying to figure out how to express everything she’d been feeling, but the words just wouldn’t come. finally, she shrugged, attempting to mask the unease, “no reason. just... gotta stay updated on family stuff, you know?”

yn laughed, clearly not picking up on the way aeri’s shoulders stiffened, “oh, should I keep up with yours too, then?”

the casual tone only made aeri’s pulse spike. she forced a smile, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“all you have to do is check the internet,” aeri joked, her voice light, the tension in her chest slowly easing as yn let out a small laugh in response before shifting the subject.

aeri stood stiff at the doorway, eyes fixed on the sleek black car as it pulled up the drive. her parents stepped out like they owned the place, because they did, and aeri felt her jaw tighten.

“aeri! my darling,” her mother’s voice rang out before she even reached the steps. aeri barely had time to roll her eyes before her mother was cupping her face, manicured fingers already fussing. “oh honey, what happened? you look exhausted. and your hair, pink? I told you to stop at blonde.”

aeri brushed her hands away with a practiced flick, already annoyed. it was yn who suggested the pink, in her girlfriend’s words “I think having a pink haired girlfriend would be really hot.” and honestly? aeri kinda loved it.

“leave the girl alone,” her father said coolly as he stepped into view, barely sparing her a glance. “we’ll discuss her... unfortunate hair choice at dinner.”

aeri resisted the urge to groan. great. this was gonna be a drag.

“so,” her mother began casually, cutting into her beef with unnecessary precision, “a little birdie told me you’ve got a boy—sorry, girlfriend.”

aeri nearly choked, coughing hard as she reached for her water. her father paused mid-sip, setting his glass down with a slow raise of his brow.

“who the hell told you that?” she rasped, glaring across the table. of course it’d be her mother, the most dramatic woman alive who’d dig that up first.

her mother didn’t even flinch. “so?” she repeated simply, ignoring the question entirely.

“yes,” aeri finally said after a beat, her voice calm, “I have a girlfriend.”

her father set down his fork. “who is she? what’s her major?”

aeri hesitated for just a moment. a soccer player on a scholarship didn’t exactly scream parent friendly material, especially not to her father.

“business,” she lied smoothly, “like you.”

both her parents exchanged a look. impressed. and that was the worst part, because as much as she hated to care, something about it made her chest flutter.

“really?” her mom beamed. “and her family?”

“really wealthy.”

the words slipped out before she could stop them.

“oh, wow, hun.” her mom looked genuinely delighted, dabbing her lips with her napkin like this was the best news she'd heard all year. “i’d love to meet this girl.”

“same,” her dad added, adjusting his cufflinks. “maybe I could give her some pointers. connections help in the business world.”

aeri forced a laugh, heart pounding. “she’s super busy with work and classes and stuff, but… I’ll try.”

her mother waved it off casually, “nonsense. tell her to stop by next week. we’ll have dinner. nothing formal.”

aeri smiled stiffly. nothing formal, she thought bitterly, she’s screwed.

“oh, you are so screwed,” jimin said flatly through the phone.

“I know,” aeri groaned, flopping onto her bed dramatically. “but I had to. it was the only way out.”

“are you sure your parents wouldn’t approve of her? I mean, she’s a college athlete, has a whole fanbase, and literal league scouts already watching her and she’s only a second year.”

“jimin,” aeri sighed, “my parents don’t care about sports unless it’s golf. they wouldn’t care if she was playing for the national team.”

“do you, though? know your parents?” jimin’s voice softened a little. “I mean… they’re never really around.”

aeri’s mouth dropped open, eyes narrowing. she was seconds away from saying something ruthless, something that would’ve made jimin cry in her sleep but then her screen lit up.

“you’re so lucky yn is calling me right now,” aeri hissed before hanging up and immediately answering the incoming facetime.

her glare disappeared in an instant, replaced by a soft smirk. “hey, loser.”

“hey,” yn said, adjusting her phone on her desk and propping it against a stack of textbooks.

 “you’ve been ghosting me all day. I was starting to worry. ryujin even started bullying me about it, she said you’ve trained me to be obsessed with you or something. whatever that means.”

aeri couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at her lips. god, yn was so dumb sometimes. dumb and sweet and completely hers. but the guilt settled in fast, while yn had been missing her, worrying, getting teased… aeri had spent the day lying through her teeth.

“sorry,” she lied smoothly, leaning back on her bed. “I’ve been sleeping all day.”

aeri’s eyes drifted to the screen just as yn pulled her bruised knee up onto her fluffy desk chair, wincing slightly. aeri’s brows knit together.

“wait, I thought that healed?”

“nah,” yn waved it off like it was nothing. “that was the other knee. this one’s fresh. happened today at practice.”

aeri stayed quiet, her eyes locked on the purpling skin. all she could think about was what her parents would say if they saw yn like this, sweaty, bruised up, still in her practice gear with messy hair and that dumb smile. they’d probably faint on the spot.

she forced a small laugh. “you’re like… one big walking injury.”

yn grinned proudly. “thanks, babe.”

there’s silence.

“so uh, you might wanna get used to me ghosting a little more this week,” aeri said casually, fiddling with the hem of her sleeve.

yn raised a brow. “what, why?”

“I’ve got this huge econ test coming up,” she lied without skipping a beat, “and my dad’s been texting me nonstop about grades. like full on freak out mode. so I need to lock in.”

yn nodded slowly. “oh… damn. yeah, that makes sense.”

aeri could already see the wheels turning in her girlfriend’s head, so she added quickly, “it’s nothing serious, just pressure from my dad being dramatic. I just need to focus.”

“I can come over and study with you,” yn offered with a grin, not even thinking twice about it. “I’ll bring snacks. we can make flashcards and stuff—”

“no!” aeri blurted, a little too fast, a little too loud.

yn blinked. “uh…”

aeri cleared her throat, trying to recover. “I mean… babe. you’re not exactly the brightest crayon in the box.”

yn gasped. “wow.” she dragged out.

“I’m just saying,” aeri smirked, “you’re more of a ‘run fast, kick ball’ kind of girl. and that’s okay. just… stick to your athletics.”

yn narrowed her eyes playfully. “you’re so lucky you’re hot.”

aeri laughed, but there was a tightness in her chest. the lying was easy, too easy, but yn’s genuine offer, the way she’d said “I’ll bring snacks” like it was the most obvious thing in the world, made her stomach twist with guilt.

“I’ll make it up to you after the test, okay?” aeri added softer.

yn nodded, still suspicious, but let it go. “you better. I expect snacks. and a movie. and lots of hugs.”

aeri smiled. “deal.”

“I’ll text you tomorrow?” aeri said, forcing a smile as yn nodded.

“okay. good luck with the studying. don’t stress too much, alright?”

aeri hummed in response and ended the call.

the second yn’s face disappeared from the screen, aeri let out a long, guttural groan and flopped backwards onto her pillows, flinging her phone somewhere near the foot of her bed.

“what the hell am I doing,” she muttered, dragging both hands down her face. “lying to my parents. lying to my girlfriend. pretending she’s a business major from a rich family. oh my god, I’m insane.”

she rolled over and screamed into her pillow.

her parents wanted to meet a fake version of yn. yn just wanted to bring her snacks and help her study. 

and her brilliant solution? insult her intelligence and ghost her for a week.

“great, genius,” she mumbled to herself, sitting up suddenly and staring at the floor like it might give her answers. “now she thinks I’m avoiding her. which… I am. but like, ugh, it’s for her own good.”

she pulled her phone back toward her and opened a text to jimin.

did I forget to tell you they now wanna meet her next week? and I’m avoiding her??? help

I’m spiraling I’m spiraling I’m spiralling

before she could even finish typing another message, her phone started ringing again. she flinched. it was jimin.

“don’t say anything,” aeri answered, flopping back down dramatically.

“you’re a mess.”

“I said don’t say anything.”

“you’re gonna have to tell yn the truth eventually,” jimin said calmly. “or you’re gonna end up introducing her to your parents with a fake résumé and a fake gucci purse.”

“I can get her a gucci purse.”

“aeri—”

“I’m serious! I saw one online last week that would actually look so cute on her. she has that one blue hoodie it could go with that I got her last month, wait. oh my god. I’m insane.”

jimin sighed. “yeah. but at least you’re pretty.”

aeri buried her face into the pillow again and screamed.

yn sat cross legged on ryujin’s bed, chewing on the straw of her smoothie and staring blankly at the tv playing some random drama. 

she was trying to focus, she really was, but her brain kept looping back to aeri.

“you’re thinking about her again,” ryujin said flatly, not even looking up from her phone.

“no, I’m not.”

“you are. you’re doing that weird little pout you do when you’re overthinking.”

“I don’t do that.”

“you definitely do.” ryujin finally looked up, raising a brow. “so? what’d she say?”

yn sighed, tossing the straw wrapper across the room. “she said she’s gonna be ghost for the week ‘cause she has a big test and her dad’s been on her ass about grades or whatever.”

ryujin made a face. “since when does she care about school?”

“that’s what I said,” yn muttered. “I offered to come over and study with her and she said no. then she joked about me not being smart enough to help and told me to stick to athletics.”

ryujin’s eyes narrowed. “she said that?”

“yeah. but she was joking. I think. I mean, I laughed.”

ryujin sat up, looking way more alert now “okay, no offense, but that sounds like a bunch of bullshit. like, she loves it when you’re around. she literally dragged you to her 8 a.m. econ class once just to ‘make it more bearable.’ now she suddenly doesn’t want you near her?”

yn stayed quiet, fingers fidgeting with the string of her hoodie.

“you think something’s wrong?” she asked, voice softer now.

“I think she’s hiding something,” ryujin said bluntly. “maybe not something bad. but something.”

yn chewed on the inside of her cheek, thinking. aeri did seem off on facetime. like she was trying too hard to act normal. her smile didn’t reach her eyes. her voice was just a little too distant.

“you should just go over there,” ryujin added. “pop in. if she’s really just studying, it won’t be weird.”

“you think she’d be mad?”

“I think if she is, then she’s definitely hiding something, give it a couple more days it’s wednesday, pop in on the weekend.”

yn nodded slowly, still unsure, but that little pit of doubt in her stomach was growing.

it had been days since aeri locked herself away in her castle of lies, texting yn just enough to keep suspicion at bay, but even through the screen, she could tell her 

girlfriend was confused. the usual flirty emojis and teasing voice notes had thinned into dry "good mornings" and "sleep wells." it was killing her.

“so?” her mother snapped her out of her spiral. “your girlfriend’s supposed to be here any minute. I told the chef to prepare the shrimp, I hope she likes shrimp. it’s imported.”

aeri blinked. “about that…”

she had the excuse ready. yn had a big business test, needed to study, couldn’t make it. simple. easy. clean.

ding dong.

“hold that thought,” her mother said, already standing, heels clicking against the marble as she headed toward the door, making aeri roll her eyes 

“oh! hello!” her mother’s voice turned sickeningly sweet. “you must be the girlfriend.”

aeri froze in place.

what.

no.

no, no, no, no, what the hell was yn doing here?

aeri shot up so fast her chair scraped back against the floor. “mom, wait!” she hissed, practically tripping over herself as she sped down the hallway, socks sliding against the marble tile.

too late.

there she was.

yn, in all her tall, clueless glory, standing in the grand foyer of the uchiha mansion, wearing the pale pink louis vuitton polo that aeri bought her last month. it was oversized just how she liked it and draped loosely over a pair of baggy jeans, her hair was styled, barely, and she looked... passable, if you didn’t look too close at the faint bruise on her arm or how she nervously shifted from foot to foot.

“hey,” yn grinned, “is this your mom? nice to meet you.”

aeri’s mother blinked, lips pulling into a polite smile. “oh,” she said, scanning yn from head to toe. “you look… lovely. is that lv?”

yn looked down, then nodded. “yeah. aeri gave it to me.”

aeri nearly choked.

“shall we?” her mother gestured toward the dining room, smile tight. “the shrimp’s getting cold.”

aeri shoved herself between them, laughing a little too loud. “wait—wait, can I borrow her for just one second?”

“don’t take too long,” her mom said without looking back, already walking off in her heels

aeri yanked yn by the wrist and pulled her down the hallway.

aeri pressed her back against the door, her chest heaving. “yn, what are you doing?”

“surprising you?” yn answered, clearly thrown off, “you’ve been weird all week, barely texting, acting like I don’t exist, I just wanted to see you.”

aeri let out a short breath, not angry, just… overwhelmed. “I told you I was fine.”

“you didn’t even tell me your parents were back in town,” yn said, brows furrowing. “why didn’t you tell me?”

aeri flinched, barely, but yn caught it. she could see the guilt flicker across aeri’s expression before the spoiled girl quickly masked it with indifference.

“you need to go,” aeri muttered, brushing past her.

yn blinked, taking a step back. “what?”

“I just, tonight isn’t a good time. I didn’t think you were actually gonna come, okay? just… go.”

there it was.

yn’s face didn’t crumple or twist up with emotion. no, it was worse, her entire expression just fell flat. like the lights behind her eyes dimmed a little. like she didn’t know how to react.

and just as yn opened her mouth to speak, aeri’s mother’s heels clicked furiously against the marble.

“oh for god’s sake, what is taking so long—”

she stormed into the hallway, pausing only slightly when she saw how tense the two looked. but she smiled anyway, grabbing yn’s hand without hesitation.

“come now, dear,” she said, tugging yn gently but firmly. “you’re our guest. don’t be shy.”

yn glanced at aeri as she was led away, their eyes meeting for only a second.

a second was all it took for aeri to see the hurt sitting just beneath the surface. and it made her feel sick.

dinner was quiet at first. the clinking of forks, a polite sip of wine, some occasional chewing. too quiet. aeri could feel the anxiety pressing up her throat, her knee bouncing lightly under the table.

and then.

“so,” her mother said, placing her napkin on her lap delicately, “how did you two meet?”

yn paused mid bite, fork hovering. she blinked, glanced at aeri, then gave a small laugh. “uh, I hit her with a soccer ball.”

aeri froze.

her father furrowed his brows. “you… what?”

“it was during a sports day,” aeri blurted out quickly, flashing a too bright smile. “yn, being the business major she is, was horrible at soccer  and—yeah. accident.”

yn’s brows pinched as she leaned over and whispered, “business major?”

“oh yeah, business ” he repeated, eyes narrowing in that way that always made aeri’s stomach churn. “that explains it. you look so familiar. how’s business been treating you? I know how demanding that major can be.”

“dad, don’t interrogate my girlfriend,” aeri cut in quickly, voice tight with panic.

but yn just smiled politely and shook her head. “I wish I could tell you, sir, but i’m not a business major.”

the silence that hit the table was deafening.

a beat.

“then what are you?” her mother asked, her voice sharper now, eyes narrowing slightly.

yn stayed calm. “I’m a soccer player. i’m on an athletic scholarship.”

aeri could’ve sunk into the floor right then and there. her heart was in her ears. her entire chest burned.

“oh,” her mother said slowly, blinking. “and your parents? what company do they own?”

yn turned to look at aeri, visibly confused now, then turned back to the parents. “I wouldn’t say they own a company, but… my dad acts like he owns the team. he’s my coach. and my mom’s a nurse.”

her mother’s lips parted slightly, clearly processing that.

“soccer?” her father said suddenly, and his whole expression changed. “that’s why you look so familiar. you’re yn. yn. me and the boys have been watching some of the college soccer games on our business trips, you’re everyone’s favorite. you're already on the league radar, aren’t you? probably getting drafted early.”

aeri stared at her father like she didn’t know him.

but before she could even say anything, he added, “so why did aeri say you were a business major?”

“and from a wealthy family?” her mother tacked on, voice laced with suspicion now.

all eyes turned to aeri.

she laughed, dry, nervous, too high pitched. “dad, since when are you into soccer?”

yn cleared her throat and pushed her chair back gently. “sorry. may I be excused?”

“yn—” aeri stood up immediately, eyes wide.

but yn was already walking.

aeri followed, practically tripping over herself to catch up. “yn, wait, please, wait—”

aeri hurried after yn, panic bubbling up as she saw the girl’s back disappearing into the hallway. yn moved quickly, her footsteps heavy on the marble floor, and aeri’s heart twisted at the thought of what she might be thinking. the door to the patio was already cracked open by the time aeri reached it, the cool evening air brushing against her skin.

aeri pushed the door open, the cold air biting against her skin as she stepped onto the patio. yn stood a few feet away, arms crossed tightly over her chest, back turned.

“yn,” aeri said gently, voice low and careful, “can we just—”

“so I’m guessing there’s no big test?” yn cut her off, her voice sharp but calm in that scary way that made aeri freeze in place.

aeri’s breath caught. “yn…”

“aeri, what the hell was that?” yn finally turned, and the look on her face made aeri’s stomach drop. it wasn’t anger at least not fully. it was disappointment. betrayal. “why do your parents think I’m some business major from a rich family?”

aeri couldn’t speak for a second. her throat felt tight.

yn’s voice rose slightly, not yelling, but firm. “you lied to them about everything. my major, my family, me. was this whole thing just one big cover up?”

aeri shook her head quickly, stepping forward. “no! yn, it’s not like that, I swear—”

“then what is it like?” yn challenged, eyes searching hers. “because right now it really feels like you’re embarrassed of me.”

“I’m not,” aeri said, voice cracking as her heart thudded in her chest. “I’m not embarrassed of you, yn. I swear. I just, I panicked, okay? they showed up out of nowhere and I didn’t know how to explain… us. you.”

yn blinked at her, jaw clenched. “you could’ve just told me. I would’ve understood. I would’ve done anything to make tonight easier for you. but you lied. to them, and to me.”

aeri was quiet, guilt sinking heavy into her bones. she couldn’t deny it. she had lied. because the truth, as stupid as it sounded now, had scared her.

“I didn’t want them to judge you,” aeri whispered. “or ruin this. or ruin us.”

yn stared at her for a long moment. “they wouldn’t have judged me, aeri. they would’ve judged you. for being with me.”

the words landed hard, and neither of them said anything after that. the wind rustled in the silence, but it didn’t break the weight between them.

aeri took a shaky breath, stepping closer, her voice barely above a whisper. “you’re right. they would’ve. they do.”

yn didn’t flinch, just kept her eyes on her.

aeri looked down, fiddling with the sleeves of her cardigan. “you’re a soccer player with bruises and bandaids and opinions, and my parents think that kind of girl isn’t fit to sit at their table. and that’s so messed up, I know that but it’s just how they are.”

yn’s jaw tightened. “and you lied so they’d think I was the kind of girl who is.”

aeri’s voice cracked, quiet and fast, “I was scared they’d make me choose.”

yn finally looked away, jaw flexing, eyes fixed on the horizon. “and you chose.”

aeri felt that like a punch to the chest. “no. no, yn, I didn’t choose them. I just—I froze, okay? you walked in and you looked so perfect in that stupid polo I got you and for a second I thought maybe I could keep the lie going. keep you.”

yn let out a breathy, humorless laugh. “you keep saying you’re not ashamed of me, but you assumed they wouldn’t accept me. and yet your dad literally just sat there praising me for being the best in the game. the same game you thought would make them hate me.”

aeri’s mouth parted, no words coming out.

yn shook her head. “you didn’t even give them the chance. you just decided for everyone.”

aeri stepped forward again, voice trembling. “I lied because I’m ashamed of them, not you. I swear. but I get it, I hurt you. and I’m so sorry. I should’ve told you everything the second they showed up.”

yn looked at her again, softer now. not forgiving, not yet, but listening. “I just needed you to be honest. that’s all.”

aeri nodded, voice barely above a whisper. “I will. no more lies. not with you.”

yn didn’t reply, just let the silence fall again.

aeri stepped closer, her voice trembling now. “I can’t lose you, yn.”

yn looked over at her, eyes still guarded, but something in her expression cracked.

aeri’s hands balled into fists at her sides. “I was so stupid. I don’t even know why I said all that, why I let it get that far.” 

yn stayed quiet, letting her speak.

“you’re the only person who’s been keeping me sane,” aeri said, voice breaking now. 

“when my parents showed up, I couldn’t breathe. they walk into a room and suddenly I’m this version of myself I hate. I haven’t slept right since they got here, and the only time I felt okay was when you’d facetime me, or send me some dumb picture of your knee looking like a war wound.”

yn let out a small breath, half a laugh, half something else.

aeri kept going. “I need you, yn. I need us. and I can’t believe I did what I did. I lied to my parents about who you were, and worse, I didn’t give you the truth either. and you still showed up. you still came to check on me.

yn looked down for a moment, biting her lip. “I because I knew something was off, I just didn’t think it was this.”

aeri’s eyes were glassy now, her voice soft. “and I’m glad you did, you’re my girlfriend and I’ve been missing you more than anything, I just, didn’t know how to tell you the truth without losing you.”

yn’s silence stretched between them again, this time heavier with emotion.

aeri stepped even closer, just inches away now. “please. I’ll do whatever it takes to fix this.”

yn stared at her for a moment, the tension in her shoulders slowly easing. “you can start by never calling me a business major again. I’m still offended.”

aeri let out a watery laugh, half relief and half disbelief. “deal.”

yn stuffed her hands into her pockets, glancing back toward the house with a half-smile. “and maybe…” she started, voice a little hesitant, “maybe this time you could introduce me to your parents properly?”

aeri blinked at her.

“only if you want to,” yn added quickly, kicking a pebble by her foot. “I can sneak through the back if you want. pretend this never happened.”

aeri rolled her eyes, but there was a soft grin tugging at her lips. “shut up.”

yn was about to chuckle when aeri suddenly grabbed her hand.

“no. you’re my girlfriend. you walked in there alone while I was hiding behind a lie and you didn’t flinch once. I’m not making you sneak around anything.” she squeezed her hand. “we’re doing it right this time.”

yn blinked at her, surprised. “you sure?”

“absolutely.” aeri took a deep breath, standing straighter. “come on.”

they walked back toward the house, fingers still laced, the evening air cool around them. when they reached the front door, aeri paused and turned to her.

“you look really hot in that polo, by the way,” she murmured.

yn smirked. “I was gonna return it, just to spite you.”

aeri gasped. “you better not.”

they pushed through the door together. aeri’s mom was standing in the hallway, clearly on her way to check outside, but froze when she saw them enter hand in hand.

aeri cleared her throat, not letting go of yn’s fingers. “mom, this is yn. my yn. not the nepo baby business major one, but the famous soccer player one.”

yn smiled politely, holding her posture. “it’s nice to meet you, officially.”

her mother blinked once, then gave a tight-lipped smile, still suspicious, but clearly trying. “my husband mentioned that you’re gonna be big? is that correct.”

yn’s smile didn’t waver. “hopefully.”

the older woman’s expression shifted slightly, her smile widening just a bit as she clasped her hands together. “well. now that that’s cleared up… come back and finish your plate. shrimp doesn’t taste the same reheated.”

she turned on her heel, but not before throwing a look over her shoulder. “and aeri, we need to talk about your outfits. if you’re gonna be a sports girlfriend, you need to make sure to show up to the games looking the best.”

aeri blinked. “did you just call me a wag?”

“a what?” her mom called from down the hallway, already halfway to the dining room.

aeri groaned, dragging her feet as yn chuckled quietly beside her.

“don’t act like you wouldn’t love to be my wag.”

aeri didn’t miss a beat. “shut up.”

but she was smiling.

[gyusrose]

➵ you’re so vain -> l.hs

⚠︎ smut (mdni)

✎ jock!heeseung x reader, enemies to ?????, heeseung is rlly annoying, hate sex ;), hair pulling, dirty talk, unprotected sex, degradation, backshots lmao. i think that’s it?

summary: attending a new school was supposed to be a fresh start for you, trying to be nice to everyone and have new friends, yet coming across lee heeseung threw all of that out the window.

(heeseung x fem.reader)

wc: 3.2k

your sweaty hands could not be gripping the steering wheel any harder. you wouldn’t call yourself “super shy” but when it comes to a whole new community of people, teenagers, hell yeah you are.

you had to move exactly at the middle of the year due to your mom’s work. they offered her double the salary at the other side of the city, who was she to say no to that? although you were going to miss your friends and the overall environment of your old home, you couldn’t just tell your mom ‘no’, either way her decisions are final.

you just got here two days ago, and to be honest, it wasn’t that bad. the worst thing so far is the fact that the nearest shopping center was 30 minutes away but you’ll live.

you didn’t except your first day of school to be so nerve-wracking. surely you’ll make some friends but who knows what people are like here. eventually, you saw the big navy blue sign with your school’s name on it. it was an averagely big school, bigger than your old one, which also meant more people.

the parking space alone was scary. it was huge yet already full even though it was still fairly early. you went around in circles around the parking lot, trying to find a vacant spot. fortunately you did at the second-to-last line.

as you tried to park, the limited space you had made it difficult to, having to back up and drive in constantly. as you reversed your car, you must have completely forgotten that you aren’t the only one there, feeling a small crash at the bumper of your car.

your eyes widened in panic. you looked back to see what you hit, and with your luck, it revealed at very nice black car, to which you’ve just hit. you tried to quickly get into your parking spot, hoping it was nothing serious, but then someone came walking up to you.

‘shit, that must be the owner’ you saw his red, rather handsome, fuming face.

you got out of your car to confront the first person interaction.

“hey look im so-“

“CANT YOU FUCKING DRIVE RIGHT? YOU HIT MY VERY EXPENSIVE CAR WITH YOUR THING, WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?”

oh he was an asshole. you almost scoffed in his face. who does he think he is.

“it was accident that’s all, it was barely a scratch calm down man.”

“IT WAS DEFINITELY A SCRATCH LOOK AT IT! JUST BECAUSE YOU KEEP YOUR CAR LOOKING ALL MISERABLE DOESNT MEAN I WILL, DO YOU EVEN HAVE A LICENSE?”

lord take me back. you were so close to just leaving him there arguing with himself. but you didn’t want to make him even angrier.

“look im sorry! i can pay for the fix up if that’s what you want, i dont know what else to do?”

the boy scoffed and rolled his eyes at your statement.

“you think i don’t have the money for it? please, it shows you’re a newbie around here.”

“i didn’t mean it like that-“

“yo heeseung!! come on bro!” another blonde boy called from afar, hopefully ending the argument y’all were having.

“ watch your back new girl.” with one last glare, he left to join his group of friends.

you rolled your eyes. shiver my fucking timbers, you thought.

you took a deep breath before grabbing your backpack and making your way into school , hoping to never see his face ever again.

>>

you thought that was going to be the end of it all. but oh boy were you wrong. soon you found out that heeseung is the captain of the football team, and pretty much the most popular boy in school. as cliche as it sounds, every girl would drop their panties if he asked them to.

people know he’s not the nicest person ( an asshole) yet they still look up to him. that’s angered you. how are all these people so dumb? just because he’s kinda good-looking? seriously?

over the course of a few weeks, you’ve managed to make some friends, your closest taehyun and Isa. although you tried to block the negativity, heeseung made it really hard. always giving you snarky comments when he saw you around, ridiculing you in front of other people. somehow always finding a way to run into you despite not having any classes together. except gym.

“ bro open your eyes, catch the damn ball!” he yelled from across from you.

you hated sports. even less could you play one, but you gotta do it for the grade.

“the ball was too high up dummy!” you retorted, rolling your eyes for maybe the 100th time in the class period.

if you hated gym before, you definitely hated it more now.

as the period ended, you decided to take a quick shower in the locker rooms since you couldn’t handle being all sweaty and gross throughout the day.

heeseung finished changing and was outside the locker room with his friends, chatting, waiting for the bell to ring. that’s when he may have accidentally eavesdropped the conversation between your two friends, he could barely the names of.

“where’s _____?” taehyun asked isa, noticing how you weren’t with her.

“she’s taking a shower right now, she told us to not wait for her.” Isa shrugged before taehyun nodded.

a beautiful idea popped in heeseung’s brain. it was too good.

he excused himself and sneakily waited by the girl’s locker room, waiting for everyone to come out. once he only heard the shower you were using running, he quietly entered the room. the bell had rang about a minute ago, so the gym was empty, only you and him. the gym teacher god knows where.

he saw his target and rapidly grabbed the pile of clothes sitting on the bench, a smirk evident in his face.

suddenly the shower stopped running, making heeseung hurry and exit the locker room.

the shower felt too good, you think you spent more time that you anticipated to. as you exited the shower tiles, you looked around for your clothes, which you remember clearly leaving them in the bench closest to the shower. you looked around the whole locker room, hoping you were wrong and placed them elsewhere. unfortunately, you couldn’t even find your damn socks.

your biggest fear has come true. you’re now naked, nothing but a towel covering you, this was more than just humiliating. you felt sad, mad, angry, embarrassed all at once. they’ve been stolen for sure, and you were more than sure on who did it.

grabbing your phone you called Isa, to see if she could help you somehow. and she indeed did. bringing you some spare clothes she had. thankfully, you always bring extra underwear since situations like these could happen. you just had to wait for isa for the clothes, yet the five minutes she took felt like five hours. unfortunately, passing period is over, meaning some students are coming in the locker room to change.

many of them just straight up stared at you. giving you weird looks as to why you were pretty much naked in the middle of the locker room, but none had the guts to ask you.

you wished the ground would just swallow you whole. lee heeseung won’t hear the end of it.

“LEE HEESEUNG!” you yelled across the field. he and his friends were siting down eating lunch outside when you spotted him after trying to find him after the stunt he just pulled.

heeseung knew it was coming, giggling with his friends as they heard you yell his name once again. “ oh she’s about to scold me now .” heeseung scoffed but still got up and went over to you.

“yes ma’am?” he said with a smile, you wish you could slap off but you’re better than that.

“YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID DO YOU KNOW HOW EMBARRASSING THAT WAS?”

“i have no idea what you’re talking about..” heeseung tried acting innocent but failed as he just burst out laughing. you groaned, how on earth is that funny?

“cute panties by the way” he continued to laugh, not sparing a glance at your mad expression on your face.

“you’re such an ass, i hate your guts.” you said leaving him alone, laughing to himself.

“yo bro i think she actually got mad this time.” his friend, jake came over.

heeseung shrugged. “she’s so sensitive, it wasn’t even that bad.”

“i can’t believe he did that…” taehyun said as you told them both what had happened. Isa knew a little bit but not who did it.

“that’s fucked up, what’s he got against you so much?”

you shrugged. “i guess because i gave his car a little scratch, but i guess he took it to heart since he hasn’t stopped bothering me since. he’s a jerk.”

“finally someone who thinks the same as me!” taehyun said making you chuckle.

“then get back at him! you know the one thing that makes him who he is is that damn football.” Isa said.

you tried to be the bigger person this whole time, not paying much mind to his little remarks or pranks he pulls, biting back a little wouldn’t hurt right?

“you know what, you’re right.”

“lee heeseung, mrs. park wants to speak to you.” mr.jung said calling heeseung.

heeseung who was barely paying attention heard his name. his frowned at this. what on earth could she want to talk about with him? either way, he went to her classroom.

he entered the empty classroom to find his coach and mrs.park, waiting for him. what the fuck? heeseung was more confused now. maybe they were going to congratulate him for the good work this semester? his coach’s face said otherwise though.

“there you are, you may be wondering why you’re here..” mrs.park started. heeseung nodded, feeling uneasy.

“a student came forward, showing how you copied word for word her whole assignment, the one i assigned a week ago. i didn’t notice it at first but it’s very clear now, you may know how cheating is unacceptable in my class, i’ve decided to fail you in this assignment, plus you’ll be serving detention this whole week..” she turned to the coach.

heeseung’s heart started beating at a rapid pace, he’s never been caught cheating, and being failed on the assignment that was a big part of his grade, it means he’s most likely failing the class now. the rules for football stated that all players should be passing all of their classes if not, they’ll be dropped….

no no no, the lee heeseung can’t be dropped. he’s the captain! the star player!

“since you’re failing this class heeseung, i think you know what’s about to happe-“

“please coach! don’t kick me out, i’m the captain! what would the team do without me? i’ll get my grade up as soon as possible im-“

“calm down calm down, i’m not going to kick you out, it’s the middle of the season, but unfortunately you won’t be playing the next three games. if your grade is not up by then, then i will drop you. understood?” his coach stated earning a sharp nod by heeseung.

he’s glad he’s still on the team but what’s the point if he can’t play? he’s going to become a joke. the captain that’s a bench warmer. how stupid.

he left the classroom enraged. he knows exactly who did this.

“bro what? what do you mean you ain’t gonna play ?” riki said in disbelief at what his captain just said.

“some snitch told mrs.park that i cheated on the last assignment and coach suspended me for the next three games, and i got detention all week!” sunghoon unknowingly chuckled. heeseung looked at him with a glare.

“what? she got you good, what did you expect hee?” sunghoon kept laughing, making some of the others also laugh silently.

heeseung had nothing to say back, he just rolled his eyes. “tch, whatever.”

nevertheless, you were overjoyed seeing heeseung slouching on the bench. you couldn’t miss this once in a lifetime scenario. obviously you were the cause for it. heeseung asks Isa almost all the time for her notes or to straight up copy her. she willingly let you rat him out after what he did to you.

he can sense how all eyes were on him, but he just tried to block everyone out a focus on the game. he had a poker face on, but deep inside he was irritated . he saw how you were smirking and laughing with your two little friends. you knew what you were doing.

>>

“ahh look who it is, the benchwarmer! “ you said chuckling as you made your way to heeseung.

after the team (barely) won, jake threw an ‘after party’ at his house. even though you don’t normally go to these parties, especially from those boys, you felt like a party would do good with your marvellous mood. something about seeing heeseung’s frowny face made feel over the moon.

“seems like cat got your tongue now huh? dont have anything to say-“

in a blink of an eye you were pulled into a room, heeseung’s fingers wrapped around your neck, pulling your face closer to his.

“what the fuck? heeseung-“

“shut the fuck up.” his hoarse voice caught you off guard. he was actually really mad.

“you think what you did it’s fucking funny? huh? almost getting me kicked out ? “ you’ve never seen him this enraged before. making you almost scared, yet….kinda turned on? no, you hate him, snap out of it! you told yourself yet the wetness in between your legs became hard to ignore.

you didn’t respond. “fuck, you’re so annoying, i can’t fucking stand you. i hate you.” he saw lowly. fuck that was hot.

you spoke before thinking. “then show me.”

not needing to tell him twice, heeseung pulled you completely in. your lips met in a kiss that was anything but gentle, a fierce and consuming clash that spoke longing and raw need.

The kiss deepened, fueled by an unspoken urgency, their mouths exploring each other with a fervor that left y’all breathless. his grip on your neck becoming tighter.

“shit im gonna show you to fucking behave.” he said before pushing you into the bed forcefully. you may have discovered a new kink of yours. watching as he undressed himself and yourself rapidly. feeling his anger through every touch he gave you.

he rubbed through your folds before inserting two fingers aggressively. your body jolted at the sudden move.

“holy shit go softer dumbass.”

“aw you think i give a fuck? suck it up and take it since you think you’re all that.” his fingers pumped faster and faster making it hard for you to answer back to his stupid remarks.

“oh my god..” you tried to pull his hand away before you cum. not wanting to see you orgasm so easily yet.

“just fuck me already heeseung, or is your dick as tiny as your brain?”

heeseung looked darkly at you. that stupid mouth of yours can’t shut up will it?

he retracted his fingers put of you and took his boxers off. wanting nothing more than to prove you wrong.

shit. your eyes went wide at what stood in front of you. saying he was big was an understatement. it was like a zipper for your mouth. how was that thing going to fit inside of you?

“can’t say anything now, can you slut?” he pulled your legs down the mattress to have you at the perfect angle to ram into you.

heeseung ran his til over your folds, teasing his way in. making you aggrevated.

“just put it in for fucks sake!”

“tell me how bad you want it.” you shook your head, no way were you going to beg. no way.

“alright then, i guess im gonna go.” he said letting go of your waist, acting as if he was going to leave.

“okay okay! please fuck me, i want it so bad, i want your big cock so bad heeseung.” heeseung moaned at your words. he didn’t wait any longer and thrusted all of him in you.

you both moaned yet it was more painful for you. you’ve never had something so big inside you before.

“fuck yeah..” he said then grabbing your neck, slightly choking you. your hands went to his biceps, trying to find something to hold on to as the speed he was thrusting in became more hostile.

“fuck me harder, like the asshole you are.” you said in between breaths. heeseung took the challenge and thrusted violently. the skin slapping and wetness of your core could probably be heard in the party outside.

“of course a whore like you would like to be fucked like this.”

before you could respond he pulled out of you earning a desperate groan from you, but then your were flipped, now on all fours and before you knew it he was back in you again. gripping your hip with one hand while he pulled your hair on the other.

“such a tight pussy, you probably fantasized about this am i right?” he said in your ear. you shook your head through your moan.

“in your dreams lee, in your fucking dreams. fuck you.”

“i’m quite literally doing that.” chuckling, he let go of your hair and instead gripped your other hip, going in deeper, nudging your cervix literally driving you to an edge.

“fuck i’m cumming.” you cried out. never has an orgasm felt like this. heeseung was on edge as well, feeling you clench around his dick did it for him.

your climax rose over you, making you fall into the pillow while heeseung kept thrusting until his own organs came over him, pulling out and releasing his white ropes all over your back.

tiredly, he laid besides you in the strangers bed, not knowing what to say now.

you turned to him, smirking. “i think i may hate you even more now.”

[ceturyboytoy]

Special Delivery

Alex (Stardew Valley) x ftm!reader

Synopsis: Alex makes a request. you fill it, then he fills you :3

Warnings: Smut, male and female terms for genitals, cheating??, pre-op reader (on T), Alex is DUMB, coming out

When you saw the request posted on the bulletin board you couldn’t help the smirk growing on your face seeing Alex’s name printed in his jagged handwriting. He wanted a copper bar, which should be easy enough. Spending most days in the mines these days has afforded you a wealth of ores and coal. Downing your second cup of coffee, you rush to your farm’s furnace.

Standing in front of the burning flames you cant help but imagine the cocky young jock and whatever cute thing he’s gonna say. When you gave him a dirty egg last week he clapped your back and said “Thanks a bunch, bud!” and you could have melted into the ground.

And three months ago Alex was teaching you to throw the gridball on the beach. You chucked it over and over only to realize you’re terrible. Which Alex let you know in the most charming way before sliding in behind you and positioning your arms with his. Goosebumps formed all over you as his larger hands gripped yours.

“No wonder, bud. your little hands can barely hold on.” Alex chuckled, his breath hot on your neck. It’s not fair. He’s with Hailey. Right? This is just bro stuff. Isn’t it? Because being called ‘bud’ has never felt so homoerotic.

Being honest with yourself, you don’t know if he even likes men that way or if he’s just a very flirty guy. You immediately pegged him as straight when you first moved to Pelican Town, but now you’re not so sure. You started to notice his eyes lingering on you whenever you walk away, the deep blush on his face when you bring him his favorite dinner.

You catch yourself smiling when the copper bar drops out. Shaking your head clear you pack the shiny block into your pack and turn tail to George and Evelyn’s house.

#######

Checking your watch, it’s almost noon when you make it back to town and enter Alex’s grandparents house. It’s strangely empty when you walk further into the house and make your way to the younger man’s room. Your heart was pounding as you pushed the door open but the sight within the room made it stop completely.

It’s not like you’ve never seen Alex shirtless before, the guy spends half his time half-naked on the beach. And Alex has always done his workouts alone in private, you’ve seen him leaving the bath house sweaty and red-faced before. Apparently he also likes to pump weights in his bedroom.

His glorious 6’4” frame was straining against the heavy weights, but he didn’t slow. His brown eyes glanced in your direction and you swear he sped up. “Ugh.. hey, bud mhh… what’s up?”

You had to swallow the lump that formed in your throat watching the glistening sweat glide down his round tanned pecs, and his tight abdomen dusted with hair, and his thick thighs that are barely concealed by his gridball shorts. You swallow again and clear your throat.

“I uh-“ you fumble to reach into your pack and produce the requested item. The boy smiles and loudly drops the weights down, shaking the house.

“Hey, great! You saw my post, that was quick.” Alex, instead of taking the bar, reaches for a towel lying on the chair and slowly wipes away the perspiration on his skin. “ugh… fuck.”

You want to slap yourself for staring like a creep but how could you not? When there’s a damn stacked smokehouse half naked and rubbing himself right before your eyes.

You smile and scuff your boot on the floor, still awkwardly holding the copper bar. it’s cool in your hands, and feels nice to hold when the rest of your body is burning up.

After soaking up the last of the sweat and further forgoing a shirt, Alex finally moves towards you and takes the bar from your hands. He winks at you with that damn smirk. “Thanks, bud.”

“No problem.” It’s hard to think let alone speak after that display. You almost want to bail, just take your payment and run back to the farm. Take refuge in the company of your livestock and forget about the cute small-town athlete and his rippling muscles. But that wink pulled at you like a fishing lure, and you wanted to bite.

“I like to rub it on my muscles after a workout.” He explains as he brings the copper to his abs, gliding the lustrous metal slowly up and down. You had no idea where he got this idea, or how it works, but you weren’t going to complain. This town is strange; the folks ask for random items all the time. For all you know this could be more forest magic shit, so you don’t comment. “You ever try it?”

You shake your head, chuckling.

“No? You should. Don’t think I can’t see those muscles under there. must be working hard, huh?” Alex is working his bicep now, and definitely flexing to make sure his veins pop. “Oh where are my manners? Grandma would kill me, let me get your payment.”

“Where are they by the way?” You ask just to fill the silence.

“Pierre’s. They’ll probably be gone all day.” He turns back to you and drops the gold into your hand, which you quickly place in your wallet. “You could stay… if you wanted. Ya’know like if you’re not busy.”

“Im not,” you rush out embarrassingly fast, getting a laugh out of the man.

“Good. Because uhm…” He moves closer to you and grips the strap of your pack, sliding it off your shoulder and on to the floor. You felt his grip on your waist, the other hand going to the side of your neck. “I think you deserve a little extra payment.”

Then Alex is kissing you, and everything about it is hot. You feel his skin, his hands, his breath warming you up from the inside. The hand on your neck is gentle but it pulls you in deeper, and it makes you whimper into his mouth. Only a little. You’d never admit it. Then Alex hums, deepening the kiss. His tongue swiping your lips, gently coaxing them open to let him explore.

Immense relief washes over you as you make out with the athlete. Everything you thought, every suspicion was being confirmed as you suck on Alex’s tongue, standing on your toes just to reach. This boy wanted you, no denying it anymore. No more pretending those heated looks and lingering touches aren’t what they were. He’s here, kissing you in his bedroom.

“Fuck,” Alex pants when he pulls off of your lips. His face lights up with a smile which spreads to yours, and cupping your cheeks he pulls you in for another, shorter, kiss. “I’ve wanted to do that for months. You’re so fuckin’ hot, bud.”

“Me too,” you sigh and allow yourself to touch Alex’s body, running your fingers over his taught chest and firm sides. He’s perfect: no blemishes or scars, not even tan lines. It’s intimidating when you think about your farmers tan and scrapes from battling in the mines. That and the other difference between the two of you. “Alex… uhm.”

You and Alex haven’t had a conversation yet about you being trans, nor have you told anyone in Pelican Town. Besides Harvey, but of course he can’t tell anyone. The thing is, as nice as this town is you just don’t see how it’s anyone’s business who you were born as. Also, it’s kinda nice just being known as the ‘farmer guy’ to everyone, and not that trans city boy.

However, seeing as you might be taking your clothes off soon, you think it’s finally time to break the news to the young man. “Well I just wanted to let you know that I’m trans. A- uh a trans man.”

All you get is a blank stare in return, and you think maybe you hallucinated what you just said. “Uhh.”

No, you definitely just came out, but Alex looks like you just asked him to solve long division. “Alex, do you know what that means?”

The smooth sexy persona was faltering as you watch the cogs in his brain work overtime to answer you. You try not to laugh as you realize that Alex has no idea what you’re saying to him. To his credit he doesn’t try to make something up or lie, he just shakes his head. And that clueless expression makes you want to kiss him again, the idiot.

“Well, I was born a… girl,” you swallow around your words, still getting that sick feeling while having to explain yourself to the big dope. What if he doesn’t like you anymore? Or tells everyone in this small town? Then they’ll know you’re trans and gay, and even though you’re an adult and this isn’t high school, the thought terrified you. “a-and I have transitioned to a man, I guess. So, like, the stuff that girls have… is what I have…”

“Oh. Okay.” Alex looked like he was taking his time considering what you told him, nodding slowly and thoughtfully. This whole time you’re still entangled in each other’s arms, you shiver as you feel his thumb rubbing on your waist. “That’s… okay. So, no dick, right?”

That gets a laugh out of you, and you shake your head ‘no’ as you run your hands up and down his sides. Your nerves are still flaring despite the tepid response. It’s not everyday you’re explaining transgenderism to the hottest guy in town right after he makes out with you. “Is that alright?”

It sounds like a stupid question as soon as it comes out but there it is, you were asking Alex if he was okay with you being trans. You wanted to slap yourself, you wanted to bail again. But before you could say anything else Alex said, “why wouldn’t it be?”

“Oh-“ then Alex is pushing you till your back hits the gridball wallpaper. He takes your stubbled chin back in his hand and reconnects your lips, and this time he’s frantic. Sloppily opening up your mouth, letting him in once again to taste your cute little whimpers. He’s pinned you to the wall, making you feel him everywhere. Alex’s strong hands and arms are holding you in place while he devours your lips, and you can feel his sturdy thighs slotting between yours. Even through your clothes you can feel the heat coming off his body, which is still mostly exposed. You’re fully clothed but feel more naked than ever, it’s like Alex is mentally undressing you, making you show your most inner self with every sigh and moan he draws from you.

“I love that you’re such a little guy, I could eat you whole.” Alex’s lips move down to your neck, licking and sucking at you like a hungry dog. You didn’t even care that he was sucking deep purple hickies into your neck like some lovesick teenager. You honestly liked his randy and brash behavior, it’s exciting to feel this wanted, this desired. If the townsfolk looked at you funny for having these big neck bruises so be it.

You feel your stomach drop as Alex suddenly hooks his arms under your thighs and lifts you up, letting you wrap your legs around his waist. With your hold secure, Alex slides his hands down to your ass and squeezes. The move draws heat to your core. You can’t help but rotate your hips into the shirtless man’s abdomen. You could already feel yourself getting wet from the animalistic treatment.

“Like that? Feel nice, bud?” Alex moves you down to rub himself into your heated crotch. You feel his growing hard on through the shorts, and praise to Yoba, he is huge. It’s thick and pulsing and only four thin layers away from your dripping boycunt. You nod, needing to feel more of his hard heat. “Fucking hell, need to feel you.”

And suddenly you’re being tossed on Alex’s queen bed, the breath knocked out of your lungs. you don’t waste any time in shedding your clothes along side Alex; albeit he only had a pair of shorts and underwear on, so Alex helped you take off your button down and underwear. and, boy, when you laid eyes on the young man’s manhood you don’t even feel shame when you let your legs fall open. It stands at attention, like it’s waiting for you to work it. you swallow involuntarily, a little worried about whether it will fit inside you.

“What d’you think, bud? big enough?” Alex chuckles as he grabs himself, slowly jerking his dick off. The sight of you is obviously affecting him, his large brown eyes are roaming your whole naked body from your head down to your dripping boycunt. You don’t answer directly, just take his hard heat in your hands and start jerking hard. You want him to leak and tremble for you. Then Alex is letting out these deep rumbling moans, letting his hips swing gently into your calloused hands. “Oh, fuck. I need you, bud. Need that boy pussy now. Right fuckin’ now”

You’re surprised but not thrown off by the demanding words, in fact it’s just more of that cocky charm that’s been turning you on for months. You’ve wanted his fat cock inside you for longer than you would admit, and from how desperate the boy is to fuck you, he’s probably wanted it longer.

So you just nod frantically and let your body be maneuvered by Alex’s strong arms until you’re face down and ass up getting railed so hard you see stars. Your pretty face buried in the young man’s sheets as he works your soft wet boycunt so good you cum untouched. This brash brunet does not let up on his thrusts even when your legs are trembling and soaked in your own slick. It’s humiliating: you’re reduced down to a shaking whimpering little bitch boy when Alex is tunneling you out with his dick.

It’s sweaty and raw, and there’s lots of intimate eye contact. Even when you’re coming down from another orgasm, Alex just grinds his still hard cock deep in your guts till tears spring up in your eyes. “Thaaats right, you’re mine. My fuckin’ boy, my fuckin pussy.” At some point you’re flipped over and getting pounded just as hard from the front, and oh yes you can watch as the golden tanned god goes weak for your hot slippery grip. He’s working your pussy like he loves you, hard as fuck inside you and leaking so much precum it’s dripping out of your hole. His hair is spiky with sweat, you can feel it dripping but you don’t give a fuck.

“Ohh babe, fuck, ‘m gonna cum. Gonna cum in this. Fucking. Boypussy.” Alex accentuated each word with a hard shaking thrust, his dick surely leaving bruises inside you. Again, you couldn’t care less. You were happy to be a good play thing, even if that’s all this is.

“Shiiiit this tight little pussy. Mmmh. So good, baby. So fucking good.” You watch Alex’s face crumble, the pleasure of cumming in a hot little hole overwhelming him. Rough hands grip your hips hard, still gyrating both your hips into each other, making an icky wet sound that made you blush. And as you’re filled up with his warm thick cum, you whine so pathetically. Your thighs are slick on the inside and bruised on the outside, clear and unmistakable evidence that what just happened wasn’t a hallucination.

When Alex pulls out he scoops up your limp twitching form in his strong arms, dragging his lips up your neck and cheek. Warmth and satisfaction washed over you, feeling that painful pull in your heart for the man who’s holding you close, the man who’s cum is still leaking out of your aching hole.

“Knew you’d be amazing, farmer dude. I needed that, thank you.” His words are soft and warm against your neck. You respond by grabbing his hand and gently kissing it, as if saying ‘ditto.’

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Smile Like You Mean It 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, bullying, humiliation, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Colin Shea, Rafe Cameron (Professor AU)

Summary: you're trying to grow up but you keep getting pushed back down.

Part of the Bad Professors AU

Note: Please leave some feedback and reblog <3 As always, I love to chat with you all. 

College is supposed to be a new start. You're supposed to be an adult. Sophisticated and mature. Too bad you're still figuring out how to be functional. 

It's all the more obvious how behind you are as you sit in the student centre with a can of diet coke. Alone. Watching. Coveting. 

The girls, no, women, with their contour and lululemons and blown out hair. They walk together, gabbing and giggling, with a Stanley or branded coffee cup in hand. They are of the moment and you're once more falling behind. 

You look down at you Gap hoodie and polka dot leggings. Admittedly, the Walmart couture isn't exactly cutting edge. And your crocks don't do much for the look. Or your hair and bare face.  

It isn't for lack of trying. No oil or serum could tame the beast on your head, and you couldn't figure out how to line your lids without squiggles. So you settled for the bare minimum. Hygiene and clean clothes. Hmmm, you did wear the hoodie yesterday too. 

You're trying but that doesn't mean it's good enough.  You put your head down and stare at the curled red C on the can. Well, the year's just started, you can make some good friends... just maybe not the barbie dolls. 

As you take another sip of soda, a figure walks by but is met with catastrophe. His bag catches on the back of the empty chair across from you and he reels back. You watch him untangle himself and his pale blue eye flick up to meet yours. 

He wears one of those blue letterman jackets you've seen around. A jock or frat or both. They are often chasing the heels of the glamorous coeds. 

"Oh, hey," he chuckles as he fixes his messenger bag, "I'm a mess, huh?" 

You shake your head. You can't get the words out; 'it's fine' or even a congenial 'so am I'. You can't even muster a smile. That's your other problem. You go mute in the face of interest. 

"You okay? Did I scare ya?" He asks as he drags his hand over his fluffy blond hair. 

You just blink. Say something, idiot. 

"I'm not always mess," he smirks as he grips the back of the chair. Why is he hanging around? "I'm Colin, actually." 

You can't help but crack. Your cheek dimple and one corner of your lips curve. That's a really stupid joke. 

"And you are, sunshine?" He leans forward. 

You look around. It feels off. It has to be a joke, right? There's nothing but milling bodies and chattering students. 

"Auburn," you voice scratches in your throat. 

"Auburn," he purrs back, "I like that." He smirks, "hey, Aubby," his shoulders slant, "can I sit here? This place is packed." 

You stare at him and shrug. You can't say anything but you definitely can't say no. He winks and drops into the seat, dumping his bag on the floor next to his feet. 

"So, you going to the party tonight?" He asks. 

You frown. Party? You shake your head again.  

"No? Why not? Everyone's going." He says.  

Not me. I'm not cool. You just show your hands as your voice stays stuck in your chest. 

"Huh, too good for us? I get it. You got more important things to do than stop by Delta. I can accept that, Aubby. I'm used to it," he pouts, "all the pretty girls say no." 

Pretty? You try not to make a face. You take a drink of coke. You can do it. 

"I... wasn't invited," you utter. 

"Ah, there's that sweet voice," he leans forward on his elbows. "Well, babe, I'm inviting you. So how about it?" 

You stare back at him. Again. Boy, he’s going to think you’re real dumb. You purse your lips and nod. Why not? You’ve been looking for friends. This isn’t going to be high school all over again. 

Well, you can start by wearing something a little less... schlubby to this party. 

He smiles and slaps the table, “see, I knew when I looked at you that you were the one. Here, I’ll get your number and send you the details.” 

You take your phone out and hand it over. The case is scuffed and tan. It’s not sparkly like the ones you’ve seen in the manicured hands of the other girls on campus. He doesn’t seem to notice as he types with his wide thumbs. He gives it back and sends you another wink. 

“See ya tonight, Aubby,” he stands. “I gotta make sure there’s enough drinks so can’t stick around.” He bends to pick up his bag. “You’re not gonna stand me up, are ya?” You shake your head once more. He grins and snaps his fingers. “Later.” 

As he leaves, your eyes wander around the cafeteria. You see a girl in grey converse and a hoodie kinda like yours. She’s not watching where she’s going. She walks right into a man in a suit, her coffee spilling across his back. He rears on her as you watch on as a silent witness. 

He snarls and she babbles back. He stalks off angrily and she stands there blankly. She forgets almost immediately as she looks at the container in her hand. She’s the first girl you’ve seen that doesn’t make you want to hide. 

You get up and grab some napkins on your way over. You approach her as her coffee drips down her hand. You offer it quietly and she flinches as she notices. 

“Oh, jeez, thanks,” she chuckles. “Can ya hold this for me?” You nod and take her container. She balances the coffee as she wipes the side and her fingers. ��I’m fucking idiot sometimes. I was so focus on the noodles.” Her eyes skitter around, “shit fuck, this place is crowded, huh?” 

She looks at you as she crumples the napkin and reaches out. You hand over the container. She narrows her eyes. 

“Quiet, huh? Well, shit, I just can’t stop talking,” she tuts. 

“Um...” you swallow tightly. “I got a table...” you point back to where you left your stuff. 

She tilts her head, “thanks, that’s nice but... okay. I guess things can’t get any worse.” 

You perk up and turn around to lead the way. If you can get a few more words out, you might just be able to call it a successful day. 

“I’m Ash, by the way,” she says as she sets her things down and you sit across from her. 

“Auburn,” you return. 

“Ash and Auburn. One more and we could be musketeers or something,” she kids as she settles in. 

[belovedenzo]

punk! enzo headcanons

various punk! lorenzo berkshire headcanons. my own au! enzo berk but make it alt

warnings; drug and alcohol mentions, cussing, suggestive topics, some angst

words; 1.4k

notes; this has been living in my mind for so long, expect way more from this because I love it- he's my ride or die fr. requests for him are open

Lorenzo Berkshire is known as one of the worst trouble makers in town- notorious really

Some people know him for his major attitude and desire for anarchy, but others know him solely for how he dresses and how it makes him stand out like a sore thumb

Everybody calls him Enzo- it just fits him better

He can be found mostly skipping class, smoking cigarette’s in the football field or hanging out with his best friend’s Mattheo and Theo…

Most people feel intimated by him and they really shouldn’t- however he does use that to his advantage

Any jock to come his way and try their hand at making a fool of him has ended up with an ass beating, Enzo and his friends don’t play like that

With that being said, he does appreciate the nerds and quiet kids that camp out in the opposite corner of the library of him at lunch…

His only real interest at school is to get the fuck out, he absolutely hates it there and soon he will be… that is if he even graduates 

Enzo has a long list of detentions that he is avoiding to this day

The staff really view him as a long cause at this point

He also tends to pretty much never turn in assignments or pay attention, it’s a miracle he’s made it this far 

As much as he plays dumb, that’s just not true- all he has is a great deal of adhd and boredom…

Outside of school he enjoys skating, metal music and smoking with the boys 

They attempted to start a band but never complete a song without arguing 

On the weekends they hang out at the skate park and sell weed to the kids in younger grades

If they think they can get away with it, they’ll sell the kid some of their fake stash- and yes they always get away with it

Enzo is probably the most talented skater at the park with the least amount of practice, it came to him naturally (Mattheo thinks this is so annoying)

Sometimes they even adventure to abandoned places- creepy and desolate structures in the middle of the night. There’s an abandoned orphanage they go to regularly and still haven’t gotten caught (there has been close calls)...

His music taste is actually pretty emo; pierce the veil being his favorite band

Over all, music is one of his biggest passions; the bass being his go to instrument to play

Draco has taught him some guitar but it’s just ‘not his thing, it’s Draco’s’

By now he’s tried out a little bit of every genre on all of their instruments and he kinda nails eery single one 

Mattheo loves and supports him but can’t stand Enzo’s ability to be good at absolutely everything…

On the inside Enzo tends to feel alone but hides it well with his sardonic humor and rough personality 

He likes to act colder than he is at heart and by nature. With his friends he goes pretty soft and cares for those he loves

No matter what- he will always stand by and defend his boys. Fiercely loyal and cares way more for them than he does for himself...

When they go out to house parties on the weekend- the only true reason is to steal the hosts’ alcohol and leave

If they get caught, Mattheo is sure to get into a fight and Theo has to stop Enzo from joining in and making it worse. One of these days he’s going to get them in major trouble

Can become loud and obnoxious (Theo hates loud drunk Enzo)

Smokes a ton of cigarettes- but not like Mattheo does. Enzo swears he can ‘quit when ever he wants to’

He may smoke less cigarettes and weed than the rest of his group but he loves to drink alcohol. He can out drink any of them

Though he has a good tolerance… he tends to act a fool and put them in messy situations when he’s drunk. Loves spray paint things he shouldn’t after a few chugs of fire whiskey…

If he it isn’t fear or annoyance- it’s a crush. So many girls have the hots for Enzo because he’s a ‘bad boy’

In fact, boyfriends all over his town hate him for it. He steals girls as play things from just about anyone if she’s hot enough

A relationship isn’t something he sees himself in, but girls can be fun to toy with. He’s the worst player out of all his friends and they applaud him for it

Acts tough but could totally get his heart broken by a mysterious alt gf

Even if he did catch feelings- would he really admit it tho? (probably not-)…

If he was to fall in love, he would be a real rocky ride as a boyfriend (toxic!)

Sometimes he’d be sweet and willing to share his feelings- but when he does shut down it’s not pretty 

Becomes extremely dismissive and distant until what ever he’s dealing with is over and will not talk about it

Likes to steal her favorite books from the local book store as a gift to say I’m sorry

Writes her name on his cigarettes before smoking them when he misses her

Thinks about her while he listens to music alone- and then shows her those songs 

Extremely protective and jealous, possessive even...

Has a sort of pessimistic attitude towards the world and struggles with anxiety

Big dreamer- Enzo has all kinds of hopes and dreams of being a famous musician and getting out of his town but he’s afraid that will never happen

Definitely had a traumatic childhood that he doesn’t talk about often but it haunts him all the time- major character lore

The boys kinda worry about him and have watched him spiral with drugs and alcohol many times. They know him well and are probably the only ones he tells his past to(they take good care of him dw)…

In his alone time he reads poetry and writes his own. Most of it is angst but some of it is actually quite beautiful 

Can draw but swears up and down that it’s terrible. His style is super unique and edgy- loves drawing skulls and hot lady fairies

Sits on his floor and listens to his favorite albums in his CD player when none of the boys want to hang after classes (has a super impressive collection of CD’s too)…

Spikes his hair most of the time but sometimes leaves it shaggy, depending on how much he cares about his appearance that day 

Lots of jackets, a real jacket slut. Leather (cheap leather), denim, oversized cotton- as long as their black or grey

Band tee’s- in the summer he cuts off the sleeves and makes them into shitty tank tops 

I swear the same pair of jeans every day 

Likes to wear mostly black, white, grey and sometimes navy 

Earrings- hoops and spikes being his go-to’s

Wants a nose ring

Lots of silver chunky jewelry when he remembers to grab it off his night stand… or if he can find it (after a few too many drunk nights he never knows where his jewelry is)

Would wear some guy liner, maybe even some eyeshadow for the right occasion…

Some of the things he hates most in this world are conformity and pricks

Anyone who picks on the little guy is the worst kind of person in his eyes 

Never follows with the crowd and likes being different than everyone else

No body ever seems to understand him and how he sees the world, especially his family

His way or the high way- very competitive and firm with his opinions. Likes to debate and has gotten to fights over his strong opposition...

being with punk! enzo feels like… ♫

southern constitutions by pierce the veil

scotty doesn’t know by lustra

empty sighs and wine by Isles & glaciers

saying sorry by hawthorne heights

killing a classic by drop dead, gorgeous

reinventing your exit by underoath

letters to you by finch

defend you by silverstein

today I saw the whole world by pierce the veil

knife prty by deftones

luv, spell

taglist; @draco-malfoys-lovergirl @shyamanuensis @obsessedwithceleste @riddlesbunny @enzosbabyangel @dearmisshoney @nottslove @pizzaapeteer @nemesyaaa @eternalbuckley @hayleygrrr @nottsluvv @ur-local-wizard @juliet-017 @viperify if u want to be added or removed lmk plz

[justmeinadaze]

"The Haunting" by Set It Off...I heard this song and immediately thought it was Toxic Eddie coded 🥴🫠 can I request a little blurb based off it?! You're amazing and I am OBSSESED with your writing

Warnings: Toxic/Jealous Eddie🫠, mentions of following her

Sorry this took SO long. Enjoy!

Word Count: 654

Eddie chuckles as he continues to thrust his fingers slowly into your cunt in front of your full-length mirror on your bedroom floor. His legs over yours kept them open wide allowing you to be on full display as he nibbled your earlobe, constantly whispering things that had your naked body shuddering against his fully clothed form. 

“You thought you’d get away with going on a date with some muscle-bound jock? Thought I wouldn’t find out because you two went to a fucking football game?”

His fingers pushed deeper into you causing you to push against his chest with your back but his other arm across your stomach kept you in place.

“Thought I wouldn’t follow Miss Popularity and sit a couple rows above her to take note of every transgression she makes?”

“E-Eddie…please…”

“Thought I wouldn’t notice him place his hand on your thigh and you not pull away.”, he grumbles darkly as his own palm comes down to smack your inner thigh roughly. “That I wouldn’t follow you in the parking lot back to your car where you giggled at his stupid fucking jokes like a fucking dumb little schoolgirl!”

“I-I-I’m sorry.”

“But my absolute favorite part was watching him tilt down and put his sloppy, beer ridden lips on MY girl.”

“I’m not YOURS!”, you shout as you try to elbow him in his chest but he easily wrestles your arms back down to your sides as he clings to you tighter. “I’ll—mmph—never belong to you!”

Aggressively, he grips your jaw and forces your face forward as his fingers begin to move at a much faster pace overwhelming you as you moan at the feeling. 

“Is that why you fucking call me at 2am to come fuck you when you’re lonely? Or how about on the weekend when your parents leave you alone to go fuck their other partners. Huh, little girl?! I’ve loved you since the moment I listened to you speak in class. You obviously care about me to so why the fuck are you making this so complicated!?”

Your eyes began to flutter closed as the coil began to wind tighter and tighter but him firmly pinching your cheeks had you opening them again. 

“Don’t you dare close those eyes. I want you to see what I fucking do for you…why you beg for my cock all the time.” As he pumped his fingers at a blistering pace, your jaw went slack as he pressed his nose to the side of your face and began to whisper. “No one will ever make you feel this good. No one can touch you or treat you as well as I have, Y/N. No one will love you like I do and always fucking will. You’re mine. Say it.”

“Fuck—I’m…I’m…”

“Say it, sweetheart.”

“I’m yours.”

“Again.”

“Ahhh! I’m yours, Eddie.”

“That’s right. Cum on my fingers, pretty girl. That’s it. Good girl.”, he coos as you cling to his arm as your orgasm overwhelms you. While you try to catch your breath, his lips trail down to your neck. “I’m going to make sure you never forget that again, Y/N.”

Jumping up from the floor, Eddie easily lifts you like a ragdoll and tosses you onto your bed. You watch with lust blown eyes as he reaches for your phone and throws it beside you before unbuckling his belt to shimmy out of his jeans. 

“What do want me to—”

“Call him. Mr. Jock.”, he replies all to casually as he spits into his hand and strokes his cock a few times before gradually guiding himself into you. 

“Oh f-fuck. C-Can I call t-tomorrow?”

The metalhead laughs through his teeth as he places his palms on either side of your head and slowly thrusts his hips. 

“Aw, baby. I obviously can’t trust you. No…you’ll call him now and don’t worry. I can tell you what to say.”

##############

Donate to me/ Eddie Asks

[tteokdoroki]

so jock yuuji and weird girl reader right? am i right?

weird girl who is the one who initiates any form of hostility. jocks arent jerks by defaults, yuuji definitely not. weird girl sees the world in popular / unpopular, uninteresting / interesting, pretty / meaningful, and general black / white thinking. extremes.

yuuji would just have no idea any of this is going on. like why is she mad at me. i wanted to ask her about the keychain on her bag. whyd she accept my follow request but not follow me back.

i love the dynamic of jaded reader x clueless blorbo!!! where they are both somewhat attracted to eachother the more they observe eachother around campus, but one pulls closer and the other pushes him away!!

jock yuuji def hangs out in the gymnasium instead of going to class btw. plays music out loud on his speakers thru the halls. if u even care. he carries around one of those big ass water bottles and he never got a backpack w him. just showing up to econ with nothing but a drawstring bag of ground down pencils and vibes

𖤐๋࣭ — JOCK BF!YUUJI ENTRY #9. first meetings.

about. a scenario in which the campus’ favourite jock lays eyes on his future freaky girlfriend for the first time.

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! sfw, fluff, meet cute, jock bf!itadori, weird gf + fem!reader.

imagine yuuji signing up to one of your classes and he kinda makes a fool of himself on the first day. like he shows up late because practice ran over, his laptop his dead and he doesn’t have a pen but your professor (and it’s taken like two years for you to have gotten on his good side) just lets it SLIDE !!! so you’ve already got your back up with yuuji — thinking he’s some dumb jock here to mess around in your class !!!

he takes the seat right next to you of course, introduces himself to you with a sunshine smile that keeps on burning even when you cut your eyes at him and ignore the poor guy. yuuji even goes as far as to ask you for a pen half way through the lecture — and your heart stops when your fingers brush as you pass one to him. he’s a stupid jock, you remind yourself, he’s probably just making fun of you.

the pink haired jock never leaves you alone after that day!! he says hi to you in the halls at dorms he visits or on the way to the library — his music playing obnoxiously through the speaker he carries even when the librarian politely tells him to quiet down.

yuuji sits with you at study cubicles every week even though you’ve made it clear that you don’t want anything to do with him — but he follows you on Instagram, and asks you for notes from your shared classes, texts you about the socials coming up (even though you never go to them). and even though you think that he’s annoying… itadori is charming in a way.

he’s good to his friends, knows all of his teachers by name, he even studies hard — despite you thinking that he doesn’t.

maybe you misjudged itadori, maybe you were a little too harsh.

maybe you’re starting to think better of him, and he can kind of tell when wave him over to sit next to you during class and lend him the same pen you gave him when you’d first met.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

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𓆩♡𓆪 “i heard from a friend of a friend, that that dick was a ten out of ten” — jock!jk

·˚ ༘ 💌 TAGS — threesomes, sexual objectification, yg and jk are both high, dom-sub undertones, petplay(?) yg just calls oc puppy and makes her crawl, dumbification, protected sex, pussy eating, blowjobs, reader’s in for it LMAO, cum-eating(?), it gets soft i swear

“You remember I told you about Yoongi, right baby?” Jungkook wraps his arm around your waist and gently guides you out of the car, “ ‘s not gonna take long, we’ll be in and out. I just need to pick something up.” He closes the door and tugs you with him with a hand on your ass.

You sleepily look around the parking lot mumbling about how pretty the apartments looked. “Yoongi is the one you said sells you weed?” You softly reply as you follow him into the building, “But I thought you said weed makes you dumb, ‘s why you don’t let me get you any from Jooheon.” You pout.

Jungkook presses a kiss to your forehead, “Jooheon’s a idiot and I don’t want you near him. At least Yoongi actually sells shit worth buying.” He presses the button to the elevator, “You’ll like him baby, he’s a good friend of mine. Plus his roommate has a dog too.”

You step into the elevator with a angry little pout, “You said we would be in and out, does that mean I can’t play with the doggy?” You huff, you’re no stranger to Jungkook taking you out so late to do god knows what, but you really hope he isn’t making this a short trip because then it means you got all dressed up for nothing. :(

Jungkook kisses the pout off your face, “Don’t give me that fuckin’ pout, I’ll take you out after this. You think I’m gonna let your cute ass go to waste?” He teases softly as he gives your ass an appreciative squeeze.

Well, he does have a point. You ARE dressed pretty cute tonight, you had chosen to wear this pretty jean miniskirt along with your new pink tube top that had little rhinestones all over! You find yourself smiling brightly at Jungkook, “Can we go get fried chicken at that one karaoke place?”

Both of you reach Yoongi’s floor, his roommate Hoseok(?) invites the two of you in and he heads off into his room talking about needing some sleep. You coo quietly at the small dog sleeping by the TV stand all curled up into a tiny fluff ball. “He’s so cuteeee.” You whine as you bend over to get a better look at the dog.

Jungkook chuckles quietly and leaves you be, “Yoongi! Get your ass out here!” he says, disappearing down the dark hall in search of said man.

You’re left all alone in the dimly lit living room with the puppy. You’re too busy cooing over it to notice Yoongi come out from the room opposite of the hallway Jungkook went into. “So you’re the one Jungkook talks about.” Yoongi’s eyes rack down your form until they land right on your ass where your skirt rides up just a tiny bit, “Guess he wasn’t lying afterall.”

You jump a little at the new voice and turn around to look at Yoongi with puppy eyes, “You scared me!” You hold a hand over your chest, “Don’t sneak up on me like that, you look like a creep.”

Yoongi snorts, “My bad sweetheart,” he holds his arms up in surrender as he licks his lips, “didn’t know it was a crime to walk in my own house.” He shakes his head and walks to the kitchen connected to the living room, “Where’d your ‘Jungkookie’ go hm? Think you can be a good girl and use that little brain of yours?”

“He went to look for you down the other hall!” You smile cheerfully and stand up a bit straighter. He eyes you silently and you make a confused noise, following his gaze down only to see he’s staring at your chest where a tiny bit of boob pops out. “Oh. Sorry,” you softly huff and mutter about your ‘stupid top’ as you fix your tits.

Yoongi nods, “Nah, nah… you’re absolutely fine..” He trails off and sips his water. Jungkook comes barreling in a few moments later and Yoongi perks up, “Oh there you are, I was just asking about you to your girl.” He clears his throat.

Jungkook rolls his eyes in faux annoyance, “Yeah, yeah dickhead I was looking all over for you. Got my ass yelled at by Hoseok cause I was making too much noise supposedly. You got what I need or what?” He grunts, pulling you to his side.

Yoongi nods, “I just rolled one a couple minutes ago, why don’t we smoke that one first, on the house Kook you know hyung rolls the fattest blunts.” He smirks, “On the house.”

Jungkook raises a brow and looks over at you, you’re obviously lost in your own world as you coo at the now awake puppy which is hiding at your feet. “Fine, but y/n’s not smoking, got it. So don’t even fuckin offer any cause I know your ass.”

Yoongi grins, “Pinky promise.” Jungkook doesn’t miss the wink he shoots you.. Oh, so now Yoongi likes to share his blunts all of a sudden? Generous.

They get situated on the leather couch together as Yoongi lights the blunt up, taking a long drag from it and passing it off to Jungkook. You mostly ignore the two, opting to sit out with the puppy playing around and cooing at it. Yoongi watches you with darkened eyes sitting back in his seat and enjoying the sight of you looking so pretty on your knees.

“I can see you staring bitch,” Jungkook grunts and hands off the blunt back to Yoongi, “you’re not being so fucking subtle like you think you are.” He narrows his eyes.

Yoongi shrugs, all to calm for someone who just got called out, “I know a pretty ass when I see one, I’m only a man after all, sue me. Don’t worry, I won’t go near your precious y/n.”

Jungkook looks over at you, you’re sitting so pretty and clueless at the same time. He looks back at Yoongi who’s intently watching him with those cold calculated eyes which hold something akin to mischief in them. It suddenly dawns on him he’s more interested than he initially thought he was. Jungkook has a vision (which is partly owed to the weed taking over his senses and clouding his mind) and something in him wants to see just how perfect you go with Yoongi..

His beloved Yoongi hyung whose reputation was built far more worse than his own was. His hyung that fucked a plethora of women who all had one thing in common–their shared love for his tongue and fingers which apparently they referred to as heavenly and mind blowing.

“... How bad would you say that you want y/n, and none of that what are you talking about shit. I see the way you’re looking…shameless bastard.” Jungkook smirks as he takes a long hit.

Yoongi slowly tilts his head to look at you as he licks his lips, “Does little Kookie wanna watch hyung fuck his girlfriend into another universe? Is that what you like Kook, watching someone else ruin that pretty thing over there?” He grins, eyes half lidded with desire. Jungkook shivers, he’s possessive sure but something about getting to see you get wrecked right in front of him does things to him.

“You know my answer to that.” He pokes his tongue against his cheek and smirks in return.

The two carry on in silence passing the blunt back and forth. You on the other hand sit there in utter shock, frozen in your spot after hearing all those things Jungkook and Yoongi were saying about you. Yoongi gives you butterflies in your tummy, the good kind too, and hearing them talk about you like you’re not even there makes it ten times more appealing.

You slowly turn around to look at the two sitting across from you. Yoongi catches your gaze and stares right back at you with a promising grin. It has you feeling a second heartbeat down there between your thighs as you shift around and rub them together. Yoongi hands off the blunt to Jungkook and curls his finger at you in a ‘come here’ motion.

As you go to get up Yoongi stops you, “Ah, ah,” he grins evilly, “on all fours sweetheart, wanna see you crawl like a cute puppy.”

You flush under his words and slowly lower yourself back down, crawling towards Yoongi with a sway of your hips. Jungkook’s own eyes are dark and half-lidded, he watches you with close eyes and mutters something about how hot you look on all fours like that.

“There you go sweetheart, guess your little brain does work for something after all.” Yoongi pats his knee, “Right here baby, right where you belong.” The insinuation itself has your pussy creaming, clit throbbing from arousal and neglect. You’re not too sure you can survive this.

“Let’s get this flimsy thing off.” Yoongi pulls you in even closer once you’re on his lap, his (veiny) hands slithering down to your miniskirt as he begins to unbutton it for you. “Up you go,” he slaps your ass, “yeah, just like that baby, I think your Jungkookie likes what he sees.” He motions over to Jungkook.

You turn around to face Jungkook with puppy eyes, pouting even more when you see his tattooed hand rubbing over his growing erection sitting so sinfully in his sweats. He nods at you with a grin, “Be good for hyung baby, show him how much of a good girl you are.” With that in mind you turn back to Yoongi.

Yoongi hisses under his breath when he comes face to face with your lacy panties, chubby little pussy hugged so perfectly by the flimsy material with an obvious wet patch over the center. “Do a little spin for me sweetheart, nice and slow for me.” He licks his lips sitting back and staring up at you.

You shyly do a spin, making sure not to go too fast since you’ve done this countless times for Jungkook. Yoongi’s hands come up to stop you mid-twirl, holding you still in front of him as he runs his hands over your baby-soft skin, gently cupping your asscheeks and bouncing them in place.

“Shit.” He growls, “So fuckin’ pretty.” He suddenly pulls back to smack your ass harshly, watching it bounce in place as a hand print slowly starts appearing. You yelp softly and chew on your bottom lip, this isn’t fun at all if he’s only looking :( you want him to make you feel good too!

“I bet you’re even prettier over here.” He whispers huskily and gently presses two fingers right up against your cunt, rubbing over the wet patch as he presses in to emphasize his words.

You mewl softly and give him the best puppy eyes you can muster, “You’re being really mean right now. ‘S not fun at all!” You huff angrily.

Yoongi smacks your ass hard, “You’ll take what I give you sweetheart, no need to get fucking mouthy with me. Your greedy little pussy is practically beggin’ for it at this point, look at you,” he laughs which adds further to your embarrassment, “you want me here?” He presses right up against your swollen clit which lies hidden away in those damned panties. “Puppy forgot how to speak?”

“N-No, ‘s just–”

“Just what sweetheart?” He quickly interrupts and forces another whine out of your throat. “C’mon, I don’t have all night to sit here and wait until you decide to use your little brain to figure out what you want.”

Yoongi is cruel with the way he pinches your clit while he nonchalantly talks to you still expecting for you to be able to reply to him. Your lip wobbles and you begin whining again with small hiccups, “Y-You’re being mean..! I don’t want your stupid fingers anymore, you’re not even doing anything and it’s not fair.”

“Not fair puppy? How, if you can’t tell me what you need? Are you that dumb you can’t even figure out your own needs? Has Jungkook fucked you stupid babydoll?” Yoongi pulls you back into his lap as he circles his arms over your waist and holds you still against him, “Hm?”

“ ‘s not true, I know that I want your fingers.” You huff cutely and lick your lips, “And if you won’t do something about it then I’m going to Jungkook, he’ll do something.” You glare.

Jungkook makes a noise since he’s addressed for the first time since this has started. “My patience is running thin Yoongi, if you won’t I will and you’ll single handedly ruin your only chance to get your hands on my baby.” He smirks.

Yoongi rolls his eyes and lays you back on the couch, “Brats, the lot of you.” He slides your panties down your soft thighs and tosses them in Jungkook’s direction, “Get yourself off with those loser.” He grunts and lays his eyes over your glistening pussy.

Your breath hitches in excitement and you let your thighs fall open for the older, biting your lip in anticipation. “Actually I got a better idea.” Jungkook muses as he rises off the couch and slowly walks over, “from what I remember…puppies don’t speak.” He grins.

Yoongi looks up at Jungkook and then trails his gaze down to you, “You’re right.”

+

Soft moans and garbled little cries are punched out of your throat with every thrust Yoongi sends your way. His cock punches in deep and strikes a spot inside that has your thighs shaking and pussy leaking. His thighs smack into your over and over again, he practically has you hanging off his cock bent over at a perfect angle with your ass up high.

Yoongi grips your hips tightly and occasionally digs his fingernails into your soft skin, leaving behind marks from his aggression. He releases a series of pleasured grunts and tiny sighs as your pussy tries to milk him of all he’s worth. “Loosen up for me will you sweetheart? Gonna give it to you just the way you need.” He moans.

You’re trying not to tighten up around him but it’s a little difficult with your mouth preoccupied with Jungkook’s cock. You’re trying not to choke up around him but Yoongi keeps catching you off guard with his punishing pace. The pleasure clouds your senses, making it a bit harder to focus on Jungkook.

“C’mon baby, you can do better than that.” Jungkook grunts as he guides you up and down his cock, watching as you slobber all over him and leave behind a mess.

You whimper loudly and squirm around, your jaw aches pleasantly from the stretch but you don’t find it in you to care much. Not when Jungkook’s cock settles just nicely over your tongue, you easily catch him off guard when you suckle around him and slurp up your spit and precum. Yoongi however, catches your attention again when he delivers a slap to your ass.

“I don’t want a drop wasted, good girls always make sure to clean their messes don’t they? You gonna be good to Jungkook and swallow all of it, or are you too cock drunk to understand.” Yoongi pants softly and re-adjusts his grip on your hips and fucks into your harder.

The sound of your ass clapping off of his pelvis resonates loudly, between your thighs there’s a mess of your creamy slick which seems to form a visible white ring around Yoongi’s cock everytime he backstrokes. Yoongi hisses at the sight, he wishes that he wasn’t wearing a condom so he could fill your sweet little cunt up and watch as his cum was pushed back in.

“Ah fuck,” Jungkook groans out and throws his head back, “keep going like that baby.” He whispers in pure bliss, “You’re doing so good for me.” He grips your hair tighter.

You gag around his cock in response, feeling the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. You’re pretty sure you look a mess right now, tear streaks down your face and ruined makeup. “Mmm..!” You cry out in a mix of pleasure and some pain when Yoongi reaches between your thighs to pinch at your swollen clit, rolling the sensitive bud between his fingertips.

“Go on and make Jungkookie cum baby, don’t be a selfish little slut.” Yoongi purrs as he slows his hips down to a sensual grind. “Hold it in for me sweetheart, good girls cum when they’re told to.”

Jungkook on the other hand loses it when you make eye contact with him, he grabs on to your hair tightly and begins fucking up into your mouth. His balls press snug against your chin as he rolls his hips quickly. “Shit, shit baby, you’re gonna make me cum,” he shudders as he tightens his grip, “just a little more for me.” He moans.

Not wanting to disappoint him you swallow around his cock and moan loudly, letting the vibrations travel as you flick your tongue on the underside of his cock where a particularly sensitive vein lies. Jungkook’s poor cock throbs as the first few spurts of warm cum shoot down your throat. He lets out a long moan, eyes slipping shut and head falling back in pleasure, “Shit.”

Yoongi licks his lips and pulls you off of Jungkook’s cock, “Swallow for me.” He whispers, yanking your head back as he watches you greedily gulp down the cum. “That’s a good girl,” he licks his lips and delivers hard punishing thrusts, “gonna cum all over that pretty ass sweetheart.” He closes his eyes and groans.

Your cunt throbs in excitement as you shakily whimper and hide your face in Jungkook’s thighs. “P-Please, ‘m so close,” you sob softly it gets harder to hold your orgasm back, and you do NOT want to be a bad girl.

Yoongi suddenly pulls out, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing as you whimper from the loss. You hear him rip the condom off and toss it on your ass. “Fuck,” he hisses as he strokes his cock rapidly, “turn over for me.”

You shakily comply and push yourself off of Jungkook, lying on your back and staring up at Yoongi with those sweet puppy eyes of yours. He aims his cock down at your lower tummy and spills all over, hissing through his teeth as he tips his head back and sighs. You watch with teary eyes, this isn’t fair! They got to cum but you didn’t!

“Don’t you pout at me, I haven’t forgotten you yet.” Yoongi sighs, utterly relaxed from his strong orgasm as he wedges himself between your thighs, “You did so well for me puppy, sit back and relax.”

His hot mouth ghosts over your pussy until you feel his lips wrap around your clit. You cry out in sensitivity and reach up to hold on to Jungkook’s hands while Yoongi begins ferociously eating you out. He eats you like a man starved, basically making out with your cunt at this point.

“Mm..! Mmm..!” Your head is thrown back, mouth agape as he spits on your cunt and traces your clit with the tip of his tongue.

Jungkook gently hushes you, “Just let go for me baby.” He leans down to smooch your cheek and whisper words of encouragement.

The praises are what leads to your orgasm. A loud cry escapes out of you and you’re left shaking on the couch as you cum harder than ever with your clit in Yoongi’s mouth. Yoongi slurps up the mess he made on your cunt as he pulls back to pant softly, “Good girl, look at you.” He whispers as he watches your chest rise and fall.

You pout your lips up at Jungkook for a kiss and he easily complies without hesitation. You happily sigh into his mouth and relax under both men. Jungkook for the most part ignores Yoongi and murmurs against your lips if you’re okay. You think he’s so sweet for that and it makes you melt even further.

“Are you guys getting the fuck off my couch anytime soon? I gotta clean this shit before Seok wakes up.” Yoongi says now standing as he smokes the rest of the blunt he and Jungkook were sharing earlier. “I have a magical thing called a bathroom where you can do this thing we call freshening up.”

“Fuck off.” Jungkook snorts as he gently gathers you in his arms, “Leave my baggy out there and we’ll be on our way after we freshen up.” He says as he lifts you up and begins carrying you off down the hall. You pass by Yoongi mumbling a ‘I have to go peepee remember?’ to which Jungkook replies, “Yes you do baby, ‘less you want a STI.”

Yoongi stands there with a unreadable expression, “Get the fuck out of my house.” He rolls his eyes and begins cleaning. (He doesn’t mean it though..)

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The Last Cupbearer, Part 3: James Confronts His Past

For Part 2, click here: https://www.tumblr.com/mulletpermsicantlookaway/778889466409582592/the-last-cupbearer-part-2-devin-decides

The four of us escorted Devin home, with either Jeremy or Steve dribbling the basketball most of the time. On the way back, we stopped in a park and shot a few hoops. It was super casual. James and I can play basketball; we’re jocks, after all, but we aren’t serious competition for two members of the basketball team. On the way back to Steve’s, I asked, “So, could you bros fill me in? What’s this device that someone put on this Ben dude?”

James gave me a strange look, then said, “I think Jeremy’s probably figured it out, if he remembers any of what I told him a while back.”

Jeremy said, “Bro, you mean one of those Cups you talked about? Is that what happened to Ben?”

“It has to be, bro,” said James. “The way he’s acting, and the way you can smell it, Steve and I could tell from your description right away. We thought they were all gone, but obviously there was at least one left. Didn’t you say that Coach Sanders told you there were only a few of them left?”

“Yeah, dude,” agreed Jeremy, “that’s exactly what he said.”

“So,” James continued, “I was sure it was a Cup, but I asked Derek about Ben anyway. Derek never said anything outright. He just said something like ‘Coach and I thought Ben should learn he’s not smarter than his bros. And Coach thought we might need another guy or two for spring sports.’  Not what I would have done to teach Ben a lesson, but it wasn’t up to me. I suppose Ben’ll end up being a better person in the long run, but, bros, I’ve got to be honest: I was happier when I thought those Cups were all gone.”

I said, “So, bros, at the risk of sounding dumb, am I the only guy here who doesn’t know what these things are? How do they work?”

Steve said, “It looks pretty much like a regular cup you’d wear with a jockstrap, but it’s more than that. One of the bros grabs a nerd, puts this Cup over his junk, and then the nerd can’t take it off.  It stinks like old gym socks and ball sweat. It makes your junk vibrate all the time so you’re super horny, but you can’t touch yourself. And if you try, it freezes you or jolts you so that you don’t try it again. The coaches are the only ones who know how to remove the things. But by the time they take it off, it’s too late, because the Cup has already started changing you into a jock. Makes your cock and balls huge, and it changes you in other ways, too.”

“No shit,” I said, “that is fucking twisted. And that’s what happened to you?”

“Right to the point, eh, bro? Yeah, that’s what happened,” said Steve, “but I mean, I hardly remember it now. And I don’t usually talk about it, but now it doesn’t seem like a big deal. It was a little uncomfortable, but no worse than a hard workout.”

“You were less thrilled at the time, Steve-o,” said James.

“Maybe, Jimbo, but I still don’t get why the Cups bother you so much.”

And suddenly James snapped: “You want to know why? Because I was the one who put that fucking thing on you, Steve-o, and I don’t even remember fucking doing it! I’m the reason you don’t like chess anymore, that’s why! It’s all my fault. I couldn’t save you, I couldn’t save my best friend, and I sure as hell couldn’t save myself! Look at me, Steve; how the fuck can you love me after what I did?” I was dumbfounded. I’d never seen James lose control. Ever.

“Jimbo, Jimbo, none of that,” Steve said soothingly. Steve seemed unfazed: “Come here, baby. Come here, my big, beautiful man.” Steve embraced his boyfriend and kissed him softly while James racked his bulky frame with sobs and tears distorted his face. I’ve got to tell you bros, it was a strange sight. You don’t expect to see a big dude like that crying. Jeremy and I looked at each other wondering if we should leave the two of them alone. But Steve motioned us to stay.

Steve said, “Jimbo, look at me. Look me in the eyes. I love you – you – just the way you are.  And you know I’ve never blamed you for anything that happened. Fuck! You’re not God, Jimbo. You did the best you could, and you’re way too smart to think it was all your fault. What brought this on, Jimbo? You know you don’t want to give up what we have together, and you sure as hell don’t want to be a nerd again, so why all this now?”

“I dunno, babe. Knowing that another nerd got a Cup put on him, probably,” James said, a bit more calmly. “I was fine; I was, and then Jeremy and Chase becoming jocks started to stir up old feelings. And then Devin – and Ben. You have to admit that what Devin is going through with Ben now is so much like what I went through with Tyler. But Tyler now, my best bro Tyler, that’s who really threw me for a loop, not that he had a clue. I was over at Tyler’s last night, you know, just chilling, watching a game, and Ty-boy started reminiscing about the two of us in grade school playing sports together. Fuck, Steve-o, I’m sure he believes it. He doesn’t remember now that he wasn’t always a jock. And that he and I didn’t fucking grow up playing sports together. But you know what’s worse? I remember what he does. I remember playing football with Tyler in grade school and hanging out with him and our little peewee football bros, just like it was yesterday. It feels so real, even though I still know in my head it never fucking happened. I’m going to be just like him, Steve-o; I’m sure of it. Soon, it’ll all be gone. My old self will be gone. I won’t remember anything but being a jock.”

“Babe, your old self won’t really be gone; he’s still part of you and always will be. Life is change, bro,” Steve said. “No one stays the same. No one. You think you wouldn’t have changed? Sure, you and Tyler and I changed more, well, dramatically than most people, but you still weren’t going to stay the same dude that you were forever. Jimbo, my man, my big, beautiful bro, for your sake and mine, it’s time to move the fuck on. And if that means you forget that you weren’t always a jock, that’s okay. You need to be okay with who you are now. Who you are is pretty hot shit, you know. You’ve got a ton going for you. Ask yourself, Jimbo, would you really want to go back? Would you really want to be a nerd again?”

James said, “No. No fucking way. Absolutely not.”

“Then stop trying to hold onto the past. Tyler’s not complaining, and neither am I.  You’re a fucking awesome dude, bro. Enjoy the life you’ve got. And be realistic, Jimbo. You know a guy as smart as you really should go to college, and your mother could never have afforded it. Now you’ll be able to go on a football scholarship.”

James wiped the remaining tears off his face with his hand. “I think I was hoping for an academic scholarship – at the time, anyway. I wonder what Dad would think, seeing me now. Would he be proud of me, I wonder.”

“Jimbo,” Steve said, “seriously: I’m sure if your dad were still alive that he’d be as proud of you as I am. Why wouldn’t he be? You’re a talented athlete, you’re fucking smart, and you take great care of your mom.”

“Almost the last thing he ever told me, Steve-o: ‘Take care of your mother; you’ll have to be the man of the house now.’ Damn. I didn’t mean to go there. At least I can still remember Dad, and I’m thankful for that, believe me.  I’m sorry; you’re right, as usual. I need to move on. I thought I had, but I hadn’t, not really. And bros,” James said, indicating Jeremy and me, “I’m sorry you had to witness me acting like a moron. Fuck, what a night! I don’t usually lose it like that.”

“Dude, you don’t need to apologize to Jeremy and me. We’re your bros; we’ve got your back,” I said. “Jeremy and I are super happy with our lives. Jeremy sure doesn’t blame you for anything, and as for me, well – Jeremy knows this already, but maybe you don’t. I made the same choice Devin’s making: I became a jock for love, bro. Seriously, Jeremy and I owe everything to you and Steve. And did you ever think that maybe the reason you had to go through what you did is so that you’d be there to help Devin when he needed you? So that we’d all be there to help Devin when he needed us?”

“I hadn’t thought of that, actually,” said James. “I’ve just been feeling sorry for myself. I forgot to think about my bros, and my bros need me. I’m sorry. You had my back, and now I need to have yours. You’re absolutely right, Chase, and thank you. Thank you and Jeremy for being good friends, and thank you, Steve-o, for being the best boyfriend a bro could ever have. I sure don’t deserve you. You’re the hottest guy in school.”

“I always thought you were the hottest guy in school,” said Steve.

“I give, Steve-o. I’d love to argue with you, but I’ve never been able to say no to you.”

“I think Jeremy’s the hottest guy in school, so I have to disagree with both of you, but I think we’re all due for a group bro hug,” I said, embracing as much of James as I could and pulling Jeremy in with me.

After a few moments, James said, “Thanks again, bros. That helped a lot. Now we’d better head for home and be ready to help Devin become the best bro he can be.” James paused, then said, “Steve-o, I think I’m finally ready to clear out my closet and get rid of my old nerd shit. Maybe I’ll keep a comic book or two. There were some pretty hot dudes in a couple of them.” He grinned.

“Good for you, Jimbo,” Steve replied. “I’ll help, if you want. You’ll keep the story, though, won’t you?”

“Story?” I asked.

“Yeah,” said Steve, “Jimbo wrote down the whole story of what happened to him, you know, with the Cup.”

“Dude, sick!” I said. “I had no idea. That’s so cool! I’d like to read it.”

“Maybe, bro, maybe I’ll let you read it,” James said. “Funny thing about that story: I read it again last night, after I got back from Ty-boy’s place. I hadn’t looked at it in a long time. It’s good, I suppose, that I wrote it down, but now it just reads to me like some sci-fi story I made up. A lot of what I said happened I don't remember now, and I sure don’t remember being that guy. It's not who I am anymore. It just doesn’t seem real.”

“Look, bro,” I said, “If the story’s good, it doesn’t matter if everything in it is real, does it?”

James looked at me for a moment, then he rolled his eyes and chuckled. “I suppose not,” he said. “Sure, if you want to read it, dude, read it, and then you can tell me what you think. Right now, Devin’s what’s important.”

“You know,” said Steve, “I’m glad we’re helping Devin. He’s a good little dude. I think he’ll make a great bro. Who knows, maybe Dev and I will both end up back on the chess team again. Our bros might need us.”

“Maybe, Steve-o. Maybe. Stranger things have happened. I should fucking know,” James said.

To be continued

https://www.tumblr.com/mulletpermsicantlookaway/779070656543408128/the-last-cupbearer-part-4-devin-develops

[erikahenningsen]

I love your rejanis prompts 🥹 the Leighton/alicia one made me crave bitchy regina lol

Can you do one where they’re at a college party and some frat bro hits on her and she goes off on them, but then some girl on the (your sport of choice) team hits on Regina and she is all baby gay and clueless until Janis points it out to her?

Sometimes Janis wonders if there is anyone who actually enjoys parties, aside from the perpetually inebriated frat bros and jocks who wouldn't know culture if it snapped their lacrosse sticks in half.

But Regina insists on dragging Janis to these dumb parties that she says she has to attend to, like, represent her sorority or something. As if any school-sanctioned organization looks favorably upon rampant underage drinking and likely about ten different fire code violations.

Someday, Janis promises herself, she'll learn to resist Regina's pouting lips and pleading eyes.

Someday.

Janis is following Regina through the house, the air hot with the number of people crammed inside, when a guy in a backwards baseball cap steps in front of Regina, blocking her passage.

"Hey," the guy says, smirking in a way that he likely imagines is charming. "What is your name?"

"Don't worry about it." Regina tries to move past him. but he moves in front of her again.

"Hey, come on," Baseball Cap says. "I'd tell you you're beautiful but beauty comes from the inside, and I haven't been there yet."

Janis gags audibly, and the guy gives her a dirty look. It takes everything Janis has not to pull Regina into a kiss and stuck her tongue down her throat right in from of this guy.

"And you look like you can be bought in bulk," Regina snaps. "Seriously, I've seen at least ten of you tonight. Leave me alone."

Janis bites her lip to keep from jumping in. Regina hates it when Janis fights her battles for her. As if Janis could ever do that.

The smirk on the guy's face morphs into a sour expression. "Whatever, bitch."

Janis bites her lip harder.

"Nice to meet you, too," Regina says, shoulder-checking him as she passes him. Janis does the same, for good measure.

"Are you okay?" Janis murmurs to Regina, as quietly as she can while still being heard.

Regina raises an eyebrow and jerks her thumb over her shoulder. "What, because of him? I'm fine. I need another drink, though."

"Alright," Janis says. She trails after Regina to the kitchen, where every conceivable variety and brand of alcohol litters the counters.

Regina grabs two cups and starts mixing, and Janis lets her—whereas Regina is so picky with her drinks, Janis will drink anything so long as it isn't contaminated.

A tall, lithe girl with long, wavy, dark hair wearing a shirt so skimpy Janis isn't entirely sure it isn't underwear presses against the counter next to Regina, reaching for a bottle of strawberry vodka. Her skin is the kind of tan that comes from actually spending time outside. She's hot, and Janis has to admit that her younger self would feverishly stalk this girl's Instagram at three in the morning.

Wait. She has stalked this girl's Instagram. She's on the basketball team, the only school sport Janis attends. She's dragged Regina to games, but Janis isn't sure Regina ever looked at anything other than her phone.

"'Scuse me," the girl says, straightening up once she has the bottle in her hand.

Regina looks at her, but her slightly annoyed expression evaporates and she just... stares. "Fine," she says, not even getting out a full sentence.

The girl sets the bottle down on the counter and looks Regina up and down with a confidence Janis has only seen in... Regina.

"Hey," she says, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Have we met?"

"No," Regina says. She's still holding the bottle of cranberry juice.

The girl smiles and briefly touches Regina's arm. "Well, it's my lucky night, then. I'm Haley."

"Regina," Regina says, finally having the sense to put the juice down.

"Nice to meet you, Regina," Haley purrs, eyes flicking down Regina's body briefly.

Janis crosses her arms. She's right fucking here, watching her girlfriend get openly hit on, and what is Regina doing?

Staring dumbly at this random girl like she's encountering other humans for the first time.

Someone shouts Haley's name across the room, and she turns to look at a couple of girls waving her over.

"I gotta go, but I hope to see you on the dance floor later, cutie," Haley says with a wink before excusing herself.

"Okay," is all Regina says.

"Um, hello?" Janis waves at Regina. "Remember me?"

Regina frowns. "What?"

"If some girl came up and hit on me in front of you, you'd be pissed," Janis says, raising her eyebrows. Regina's practically mounted her in a bar after a girl danced a little too close to Janis once.

"Huh? She was not hitting on me," Regina denies.

Janis's mouth falls open. "She was so hitting on you. Like, big-time."

Regina's frown deepens. "Are you serious? She was just being nice."

Janis throws her hands up. "How can you not tell?"

Regina looks at the doorway Haley left through uncertainly, biting her lip.

"Think of it this way," Janis says. "If she said all that to me, would you just be chill about it?"

Regina's eyes widen a little. "I... guess not. Sorry."

"She was hot, though, so I get it," Janis says. "Even if it was kind of rude that you just let her flirt with you right in front of me."

There is something almost comical about a girl flirting with Regina so brazenly, when Janis had to coax Regina out of the closet inch by inch, peeling back layers until she finally got to the soft, vulnerable, real Regina at the core.

"Would it make you feel better if I let you make out with me in front of that dickish frat guy?" Regina asks.

Janis shudders. "I fear he'd enjoy that too much."

Regina's nose wrinkles. "I think you're right."

"I'd be happy to make out with you in an alternate location, though," Janis says.

Regina smirks. "I know just the place."

[lyneyswife]

GHOSTFACE BRAINROT

I know I said I’d write Wriotheslay smut next but I was rewatching my favorite franchise and got a bit carried away~

Ghostface x f! reader

{synopsis} Home alone and you get a call from Daddy Ghostie.

Word count: 1.7k

{content warning} 18+, NSFW, phone sex, masturbation, stalking and obsessive behavior,pet names.,

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You had just turned off the shower.

The water's soft dripping filled your ears in the silent steamy bathroom.

As you step out wrapping a towel around yourself, you can’t help but notice the slight crack in the bathroom door.

You were home alone, parents were out on a ‘anniversary date night’ but still you could have sworn you left it closed, nonetheless, you brushed it off assuming it was nothing.

There have been recent reports of murders in town lately, some film student freak is trying to replicate the ‘stab’ movies again. Even managed to kill off a few of your classmates, a high school jock and some dumb cheerleader.

Not like it was any important loss for anyone, it wasn’t like you were trying to be unsympathetic yet you figured maybe everyone might have a better time at school now that, they aren’t running the lunchroom with their dumb clique, returning to reality. Wiping a small space in the steamy mirror to see yourself dry off as you ran the towel down your wet, warm skin that still had still lingering steam dancing off it.

{RING—-}

It was the house phone.

It caught you off guard, nearly jumping you out of your skin., Glancing over at the clock it was just past a little past 12.

Who could be calling at this hour?

Keeping the towel wrapped firmly around yourself you creep out of the bathroom over to the landline on your dresser.

“Hello?”

You answer the phone, it's stupid really to answer a phone call this late.

“Hello..”

“Uh-, hello? Who’s calling-“

“You tell me, scary night, isn’t it? With all the murders and all, it seems like it’s right out of a horror movie or something.”

“Funny, you gave yourself away Jess nice go to sleep you whore-“

{BEEP—}

You joke hanging up the phone and placing it just next to the receiver, a small laugh leaving your lips as you walk back over to the bathroom and finish slipping into your nightwear.

It’s simple really, just a simple pair of pj shorts and a little tank top.

In reality, it was nothing but the average pajamas for you but to him, You knew what you were doing.

Jess and you were both in the same class as the two recent murders, ‘Casey Richards and ‘Chad Anthony.’

They both were very sweet people, you and Casey even talked on occasion. Jess was probably just trying to scare you and get a reaction out of you, she knew how much you were getting anxious and paranoid about these killings.

Laying back onto your bed growing lost in thought until-,

{RING—}

Again? Seriously— you were gonna beat her ass.,

“Jess I thought I told you-“

“What if I told you this wasn’t Jess?”

You pause,

“Well then who is this..?”

You couldn’t help the small chill that ran down your spine and you subconsciously glanced around the room at all the dark empty windows.

You sit back down on your bed, leaning back against one of your hands as one holds the other snugly against your ears, why not entertain yourself with this for a bit, not to mention his voice was pretty sexy?

“Not Jess,”

He reiterated and you couldn't help but chuckle softly to yourself, biting your bottom lip slightly at the sound of his voice.

It caused you to rub your thighs together a bit,

those shorts sat perfectly against those plush thighs of yours.

God did he love blue on you-,

“You always answer the phone for strangers this late?”

“I don’t know, do you always ring unsuspecting girls this late..?”

“Maybe, or maybe just the cute ones who are dumb enough to answer.”

You paused, swallowing nervously as you sat up Straight, Was this a subtle insult or flirt? You couldn’t tell-,

“I like blue on you sweetheart it brings out your complexion.,”

You immediately looked to the window by your bed, was he looking in right now? Could he see you..? The phone was still in a tight hold you slowly leaned towards it looking out it until the sound of a static voice snapped you back to the fact that he was still on the line.

“I wouldn’t look out there baby, you never know.. could be a monster or something out there..”

He teased, his voice sending a throb between your legs your hand slowly reaching down to the aching excitement between your legs as you lay slowly onto your back.

“Y-you can see me right now..?”

A soft groan could be heard from the other end of the phone, and heavy breathing. Was he..?

You were going to take advantage of this-

“Keep touching yourself doll.,”

He stated in a firm tone seemingly ignoring your question as you slipped your eager little hands into the rim of your shorts underneath the flimsy lace of your panties.

“Just like that.”

As your hand reached your wet slick folds you gently and shyly ran your finger along them bringing a soft low moan to escape those pretty lips, god were you just perfect, and all for him.,

Pushing down and probing your fingers at the tight entrance of your eager little hole, drawing out a louder whimper as you tried to tuck the phone into your shoulder-,

“Don’t do that. I want to hear you, lift the phone back up.”

A small Whimper leaves your lips as you shyly raise it, a dark hue across your face. What were you doing? Are you really touching yourself just to the sound of his voice? The same man that killed your friends.,

Groans and heavy breathing fill your ears from his line. Along with the sound of wind and leaves rusting, oh he was watching you, and not only was he watching you he was getting off to you. But-, why did this turn you on so much more?

Running your delicate little fingers along the slicked excitement of your pussy as you ran a finger against your throbbing clit, this felt so so wrong but so good at the same time. God did you look good too, laying in your pretty little bed as your legs twitched and spasmed to the sensation of you playing with yourself to his voice.

He wished it was him too, to replace those fingers of yours with his own, he would watch as the slick would practically bathe his own pointing the tip of his blade against the plush of your thigh, not enough to draw blood but enough to dent the skin. Watching as you would writhe and squirm desperate to pleasure yourself against his long digits all while trying to avoid that pretty little skin from being cut.

Fuck you were just perfect, he wanted— no needed to have you.

A sharp moan of yours snapped him out of these fantasies, his eyes locked onto you through that little bedroom window you conveniently left open every night. You were just asking for it weren't you? Fisting his cock at the sight of this wasn't enough, but it would do for now., admiring the stiffness in his hand from his hard member before he continued to pump his hand around it, only imagining you wrapped around him instead of his stupid hand.

“F-fuck..So eager, bet you wish it was my cock instead of those pretty little fingers huh? Stuffing your cunt full while you scream, while I hold my knife to that pretty little throat of yours—s-shit...Do you want that baby? Want me to stuff you full of my cum?”

A loud Mewl left your lips as you pumped your index and middle finger out of you quickly, wet noises along with the sounds of your moans and whimpers filled the room, desperate to please yourself to the sound of his voice. God did you wish it was him, this total stranger— you have never wanted to be fucked more in your life.

“I-m gonna—”

You whimper, your orgasm building in your lower abdomen, an almost burning sensation that sends shocks and racks of pleasure through your body

Legs twitching and trembling., as your eyes flutter shut, hand shaking around the phone.

“Don’t.”

He grunted into the phone, his strong demeanor slipping as it was quite apparent that he was close, losing his grip.

That was until sudden headlights shined through the house, music from your parents' car blaring in the driveway as you immediately gasped and dropped the phone. Pulling your hands from your aching cunt, the feeling of your climax ripped roughly away from you as you sat up.

“S-shit..”

You mutter before a soft chuckle leaves your lips, snapping you back to reality as you run a free hand through your hair before looking at the phone you dropped picking it back up and slowly raising it to your ear.

“Hello?”

The line was dead, he must’ve hung up.,

You hope at least as you hope so.

Your parents come inside and you of course greet them after cleaning yourself up quickly, asking about their date and how it went before heading back up to your room for a bed, as you walk into your room you can’t help but notice a Polaroid photo sitting on your bed next to your slightly open, blinds obviously pushed around and shuffled from someone climbing in.

It sent a small chill down your spine as you remember for certain that you didn’t leave that there nor do you even own a Polaroid.

Reluctantly creeping over to pick it up, it was a picture of the prettiest cock you had ever laid your eyes on. The tip was pink and slightly swollen from obvious friction, soft cum leaking from the tip trickling down that girthy shaft, at the base sat a gloved hand that wrapped around it firmly, glistening with his own fluids., You could only imagine how that could and would feel inside you.,

Then the sound of a voice from the phone caught your attention, the same phone that you left on your bed earlier.

Raising it slowly to your ear all you hear is—

“That's just a teaser for what's to come, baby, don't worry I'll make you more than just cum next time.,”

Before you could even respond he hung up cutting the line, a small chill ran down your spine, reality setting in as you finally realized the seriousness of this situation. This wasn't just a creepy stalker, this was a killer, a slasher, a psychopath.

One who couldn’t wait to get his hands on you next time., just wait.

(If anyone has any pointers, suggestions or things you’d like to see me write pls do lmk !! ^~^)

[pennkquest]

Alright, I'll bite. (Sparked by this post) I'm gonna preface this with some context: 

First off: I'm Black in case you're unaware

Huxley is my favorite speaker. Full stop. You ask me to choose, it’ll always be him. 

Likewise, you ask for my favorite listeners, I will say Starlight and Darlin'. (I'll save my Starlight rant for another day)

My designs for both Huxley and Darlin are Black.

With this in mind, I want to be clear from the jump: I don’t have an inherent problem with these headcanons. If I did, I wouldn’t have chosen then myself. That said, I have noticed that Hux and Darlin are, more often than not, the characters that get headcanoned as POC (specifically Black) in design rosters. In some cases, they are the only POC designs present. Why is that?

Furthermore, the more often I notice this pattern so to speak, the more I sit and think about why those headcanons are so popular. I find my answer when I think about the characters I see headcanoned as white most often. Tell me why it’s "practically canon" for Lasko to be pale with light/white hair. Tell me why white Sam "just makes sense". Why? Because Lasko's a nerdy ball of nerves that stumbles over his words? Because Sam’s a sweet Southern man at heart? Those are not inherently white attributes.

Except they're treated as such. They go virtually unchallenged because they're so widely accepted by fandom. People see these personalities and character details and come up with their vision. So, let's apply that to Huxley and Darlin, shall we?

Huxley: Athlete. Canonically implied to be big, as indicated by statements made by him and other members of the DAMN crew. Classified as a himbo with parallels in Imperium highlighting how some will view him as stupid. Overall chill vibe.

Darlin: Reckless with their safety. Known to lash out/lose control of their emotions when they’re not actively hiding them. Gets injured often because they’re too stubborn to run from trouble. An overall intense demeanor that makes them difficult to approach (at least at first). 

Explain to me why this screams Black to so many people. Is it because Huxley's a dumb jock who you imagine gets stoned all the time? Oh, is it perhaps because Darlin is just so aggressive compared to your Golden Retriever-coded Asher, needing to be calmed down by everyone around them? And here's the thing: I can already imagine people saying, "That's not why I made them Black". Then explain why it "just makes sense" for them to Black. Why them out of a sea of characters? Make it make sense.

Now let me make this clear as well: I'm not expecting every headcanon to have elaborate thought behind it. For one, I get that some people take a more casual approach with designs and such. Not every choice has to have a reason or justification behind it. But when literally 95% of the Huxley designs I see are Black and half of y'all don't even know what a fucking durag is? Saying it leaves a bad taste in my mouth is putting it lightly.

You know what I wish I saw more of? Black Huxleys and Darlins with attached nuance.

Give me a Black Darlin who struggles to articulate how they feel with the people in their lives because they haven't been readily given the language to do so. You want to pair a Black Darlin with a White Sam? Why not talk about how POC have an insanely difficult time getting support from the medical system so not only does it explain why Darlin is so resistant to go to healers, but also gives an extra weight to the fact that Sam was their absolute last resort when injured? Give me a Black Darlin who has been taught their entire life that no one will have their back, that they need to learn how to depend on themself alone, and that's the reason why they struggle to feel like the pack would've cared when the Quinn shit went on.

You wanna talk Black Huxleys? Let's touch on how he's learned to control his emotions/anger because he knows how people will take it if it comes from someone who looks like him. Talk about how his moms teaching him not to use violence speaks to a deeper desire for him not to be viewed as a threat because they fear for his life otherwise. In one of his BAs, he mentions how a lot of people used to sleep with him/flirt with him solely because of his body and he could tell. Do you know how often black men are sexualized and fetishized? Why not talk about it through him? I see people explore that concept through Gavin constantly, where's the energy for Huxley? You wanna make him Black so bad, why not actually put some thought behind it? Because right now, it seems like he gets the "luxury" of being the token Black guy in the DAMN friend group at best.

I know a lot of people are probably going to dismiss this post. I am already anticipating that as I write this. But I'm so tired of pretending like this shit doesn't get to me. Because it does. I've got no intentions of leaving this fandom because I have met so many amazing people and adore Erik's content immensely. But what I am going to do is talk about the widespread normalization of attributing certain personality traits to certain racial groups. Because the non-white people in this fandom deserve better than that.

[mixtape127]

worlds colliding ☆ pt.1

genre : non!idol mark lee x male reader, college au, ennemies to lovers ?

summary : what if you - kinda - had to save the world and Mark was your sidekick ? or — you need to give out fliers for a class, and Mark doesn't care about "global warming."

warnings : strong language, mark is kind of a douchebag but i swear he's sweet, not proofread yet

words : 1.6k

notes : i love this story sm, it's been in my drafts for so long and it was supposed to be about p1harmony, but i like it with mark too ! might make it in more than just 2 parts if you guys enjoy it as much as i do ! and btw, english isn't my native language, so i really do hope i actually wrote well and if i made dumb mistakes, i'm sorry :((

currently listening to :

"thank you, please look forward to it !" y/n says, bowing multiple times, a smile enlightening his face, watching the group of students walk away with fliers in his hands. "i hope to see you there tomorrow !"

it must have been around 9:40 a.m., a chilly morning for a spring day. the sun was shining, the clouds were absent. the green leaves were showing, some still falling on the grass of the campus park. the students in short sleeves were out again, and the jocks were taking advantage of the cooler weather to work out outside. y/n looked up, his eyes squinting in the bright sunlight. he felt cold, his bones shaking. his poor denim jacket did not cover his bare arms, and his jeans with holes in them did not provide any warmth either. he smiled to himself, seeing some birds migrating elsewhere, formed into a triangle.

he blinked a few times, returning to his emotionless face, before continuing to approach some of the students in groups to give them the rest of his fliers. but none of them seemed interested, and y/n began to lose hope. his business professor had made it clear that if he couldn't get at least 20 students to donate, his semester was over. this was his last chance, and he wasn't about to let it go. his displeasure gradually began to show, the creases in his face deepening. the more people walked around him, the more his hands tightened around his fliers. it's one thing for them not to be interested, but for them to ignore him like this is another.

for a moment there was a flutter, no one was coming out or going in. he took the opportunity to catch his breath, closing his eyes.

"one... two... three..." he whispered to himself, focusing on the soft whistle of the wind.

when he opened them again, he saw a figure facing him approaching the doors of the art building behind him. y/n thought to himself that this was fate, that this boy was almost arriving with a glittering halo of light behind him, signifying y/n's last chance. he took this opportunity and approached the guy, feeling confident.

"hey, how's it going? i'm handing out fliers about globa-..."

a brief gust of wind caressed the skin of his face. again, no response. the boy stalked his way, his headphones screwed to his ears, only giving y/n a small glance. he stood there, watching the boy's back as he walked away. he finally admitted to himself that this time, his pride had been shattered into a thousand pieces, and someone had come to trample it right after. he noted in a corner of his head that he didn't like the idea at all. but it was without realizing it that his legs responded alone, quickly approaching the young black-haired student. he patted him on the shoulder vigorously and handed him the previously crumpled paper in his hands when the latter turned around.

Mark, on his side, put on a bewildered face, one eyebrow raised. he was sure that he had deliberately ignored this boy just a few seconds ago. his day was not starting very well. his dog had chewed on his last pair of freshly bought shoes, his roommate — Donghyuck — had finished his favourite cereal and the hot water had been turned off on his floor. then finally his bus... never came, so he set out to walk to the university, realizing halfway there that his wireless headphones were out of battery. he'd wasted about ten minutes buying wired ones just to survive the rest of the day. and it was also at that very moment, coming out of the convenience store, that he promised himself he'd keep a spare pair of headphones in the bottom of his bag, just in case.

he took out one of his headphones, and uttered an extremely nonchalant "what? i'm late." he didn't mean to sound mean or disapproving, but the day was already taking its toll on him. he almost wondered what kind of people were picking on him so much, and for what reason? had he been too mean to the salesman last night, when he asked him to get out of the store because Mark was singing EXO's music at the top of his lungs? was he too dismissive of his singing teacher when she told him to stop doing 'too much'? and then, what do you mean 'too much'? Mark really didn't like that word, even less when it described his singing.

y/n, on the other hand, waved the paper in front of his nose. he was frustrated with his morning, especially with the way people responded to him. and especially the way Mark said 'what'. he wondered why people were in such a bad mood in the morning. he let out a breath to regain his composure before starting.

"before you cut me off, i think taking this won't hurt you. i'm really passionate about this cause, so i will give you this flier. and if i have to shove it down your throat, i'll do it." he pressed the piece of paper against the boy's chest in front of him. "thank you, and have a great day."

y/n bowed before rotating drastically, turning his back on Mark. he put his hand on his heart, which was now pounding in his chest. not because the black-haired boy was a living god, but because he felt he was getting carried away and tangled up in his words. how people see him matters a lot to him, even if he doesn't talk about it much. and he knew that this interaction was going to play over and over in his head tonight and keep him awake.

"what a fucking weirdo..." Mark muttered once y/n was far enough away.

he clutched the flier in his hands before resuming his journey to his class, which was really about to start. what do you mean 'i'll shove it down your throat'? he shook his head from left to right, pushed open the door and quickly dashed down the left corridor, hitting someone in the shoulder on his way.

Mark hardly turned around, just to give a weak look to the brown man who was bending while getting lost in excuses, and he took a quick walk to room 208. once in front of it, he opened the door and quickly sneaked to his place, at the back left of the room, managing to pass out of the radar of his teacher, who hadn't even noticed his absence until then.

once seated, he took out some of his things, not forgetting his bottle of fresh orange juice, something he bought every Tuesday morning to give himself luck during that long day. Tuesdays were never really his days, always bad and gloomy. he wasn't superstitious, but if Tuesdays could disappear completely, his world would be much better.

as he took his notebook out of his backpack, the flier given to him by y/n slid silently to the ground. Mark bent down to pick it up, not failing to roll his eyes as he placed it back on the table. but his eyes were drawn to a large headline.

"THE WORLD IS SLOWLY ENDING, BUT YOU'RE THE HERO, RIGHT?"

he chuckled silently, before turning the paper over to see the back, finding that there was nothing written on it, and crumpled it up in his hand before tossing it into his backpack. saving the world was not in his plans. not today. 

maybe tomorrow... who knows? and he did. he saved y/n's world, in some sort of way the day right after.

"it will serve you better than me."

y/n blinked a few times, frowning in front of his phone, which was playing a summer song, although outside, it was raining damn heavily. he wondered if the voice came from someone talking to a friend behind him, or from his headphones. but the whistle sound in his right ear brought him back to reality. he let out a faint "i'm not a fucking dog-" before looking at the umbrella someone was holding upon his head, then at a guy with brown hair. it takes some time for y/n to connect the dots — maybe because of some sort of poor eyesight — but when he does, his mouth opens up wide.

"you're the guy from yesterday that said "what" so nonchalantly it made my day way worse than it was already !"

Mark rolled his eyes. "i'm trying to save the world, being a hero, i'm landing you my umbrella." with a devilish grin, he removes the umbrella from above y/n's head. "but if you want, i can leave too."

"i'm surprised you read that flier you hated so much." he mutters.

y/n did not know if he should accept, but after all, it won't kill him and it will keep him from getting sick. even though he loved hanging out in bed instead of going to class, getting sick was one of the things he hated the most.

"thanks a lot... um... what's your name?"

"Mark."

he took the umbrella and put it over his head while nodding, repeating Mark's name quietly like he was getting used to it. their eyes met again before Mark got swept away by Donghyuck's reminder that the bus was there and it wouldn't wait for them. he let himself be swept away, and a minute later, y/n's silhouette evaporated in the distance, through the mist on the bus windows.

Mark was lost in thought. and he noticed that his name sounded pretty coming out of y/n's mouth.

[stevie-petey]

how about steve pov blurb after bug told him she never had her first kiss yet? DOES HE DAYDREAM ABOUT IT???? 🚨🚨🚨🚨

mans brain DEFINITELY broke because bug is so pretty and lovely who WOULDNT wanna kiss her ?? (looking at u jonathan)

enjoy <3

“carter, truth or dare.” steve asks his teammate, taking a swig from his beer. hes at a small get together with the basketball team. jason carvers dad is out of town so he told everyone to bring beer and come over.

its night and the june heat has turned into a cool breeze. nancy is at steves side, he had picked her up right after leaving bookstrordinary today.

“truth.” carter manages to slur out.

steve thinks for a moment. “alright. name the first girl you ever had a crush on.”

its a simple enough question. nothing mean or rude, and nancy leans in close against his side on the couch and takes a swig from steves beer.

hes happy. hes buzzed, nancy smells like lavender, he saw you today, and all is well.

“easy!” carter hiccups. “y/n henderson.”

steve freezes.

“y/n?” nancy finally says her first words tonight at the party.

“yeah, man. still kinda into her, but-but that guy… uh… joshua? jonah? i-i know it started with a j.” carter furrows his brows and concentrates really hard while in his drunken state. “anyways. that guy shes always with. cant talk to her. hes-hes weird.”

nancy chuckles. “his name is jonathan, but they arent together. steve says youre nice, maybe you should talk to her-"

“y/n doesnt like blondes.” steve interrupts, and then immediately wants to shove a foot in his mouth.

why the fuck would he say that?

carter hiccups again. “shes hot. id dye my hair for her.”

nancy pokes steves shoulder. “howd you know that?”

“we talk,” he takes another sip of his beer. “she likes guys who look like peter parker, sorry carter.”

the boy drunkenly waves him off and then stumbles towards the bathroom, leaving nancy and steve alone.

“does y/n really only like brunettes?” nancy asks, slight curiosity in her voice.

steve nods. “yeah, she mentioned it once or twice.”

hes lying.

youve never, ever told steve this.

what you have, however, told steve is that youve never been kissed.

in fact, you told him this today. steve kinda has been thinking about it nonstop.

and carter is nice, sure, but shouldnt your first kiss be with someone special? carters been hit in the head with more basketballs than steve can count. the guy is nice, but a complete idiot.

definitely not worthy enough to be your first kiss.

“interesting, hm.” nancy takes the beer from steves hand and then gets up from the couch. she extends her hand and when he accepts, she pulls him up. “c’mon, lets go dance.”

so they go and they dance and steve forgets about the fact that youve never been kissed. at least for a little while, at least.

and if carter the next day asks steve where you work, well. hes only being a nice guy when he tells his teammate that he doesnt know. you surely wouldnt want some dumb jock annoying you at work.

thats definitely why steve lies.

“COME HOME” BLURB MASTERLIST

if you’d like to buy me a coffee ☕︎

[rotting-ink]

For the sake of my high school AU fantasies to be as accurate and in character as possible, what would the ROs be as a generic American high school stereotype.

Keep in mind that you cannot take popular mean girl Quincy and religious nerd D from my hands.

heeheehee :}

L Rawlins: I'm so sorry, but L is a teacher. Probably Maths or Woodworking stuff and is just quietly working away, while also trying to make sure E doesn't fuck up in school.

S Della Rovere- VERY popular exchange student from Italy. Life of the party, THROWS those parties. Is the person that is somehow popular and yet everyone likes them because of how nice they are. Very sweet.

Z Chambers- Quiet kid, in all black, and hoodies. Gets bullied, or at least got bullied, before high school. Very artistically talented, very withdrawn and then when you get closer, they're very sweet.

V De Winters- Former popular kid. Was a preppy popular kid, dating Quincy and being the It couple for absolutely ages, until some nasty rumors spread about V. They were painted as a slut and their popularity crumbled. In their last year, they befriend people like E and Saleos over everyone else, instead hanging out with the more outcasts of the schools.

Seir- Apart of the Emo's, who would obviously want to dress far more Goth if the school didn't jump down their throat about it. Quite mean, but a very good friend if you get closer to. It's obvious Seir and Saleos have some sort of history but had a falling out and now harass each other.

Saleos- Jock popular kid. Popular because they're rich and cool, either apart of the sports team or a cheerleader. However, not like S, they're renowned for being mean, and an absolute bully. Fuckin ruthless and the type to shove people into lockers and spread nasty rumours. Very rude to Seir too.

Starling Knight- Teaching Assistant. Graduated and wants to get a few years of extra money before paying their own way through medical school. Dry, not fully engaging, but very good at when they themselves start teaching, they know they're stuff and they know "how to dumb it down" for kids. But shuts down after class and fucks off. You will never found them around the school unless they're teaching.

A Lancaster- Revered rich kid who stays out of drama. Just focuses on their sports and their studies, and is known to be dry as fuck. Not interested in going to your party, fuck off. No one can believe that they're actual best friends with D Woolf, but ever since they arrived late in the school year as the new kid, that's the main person they hang out with.

E Rawlins- Easy going, likeable kid whose mental health crashes out at their last year and withdraws into themselves. Goes from the fun guy whose kinda loud in class but never intends any harm and goes to visit their sibling's class room, to someone who willingly sticks to themselves, snaps at people to leave them alone and hangs out behind the school. In fact, seems kinda weird around someone, following them around and breaking into their locker.

Quincy Beaumont- On par with Saleos. Catty mean popular kid, but, most annoyingly, they're deeply talented. It would be one thing if they weren't, but they're amazing at theater and drama and music, its obvious that they're going to go far. Nice to people they're in productions with, as well as any music classes. Other than that, catty and mean. Except to V, even after their reputation tanked. Hangs out with them, even if pushed away.

D Woolf- Quiet religious kid who was bullied HARD by Saleos especially, right up until A starts at their school. Used to pray over their food, and be excited in Philosophy and Science classes, but these days they're quiet, subdued. Hangs onto A's sleeve everywhere they go. Slowly perks up through the year with A, but absolutely terrified of Saleos.