#like thanks for telling me i am a stupid and delusional bitch because i dared to share my opinions

[safifonhasstrel]

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[pandoraimperatrix]

can you do sunflower for batcat? love your work!

Season 4 in the Hoe!Bruce arc.

And yeah, it’s smut.

Thank you for the request <3

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The night was always ending when a fight blew up. Tabitha and Barbara were nowhere to be found, just great, just perfectly great. Selina marched to where the commotion was centred, and, when she discovered it was a catfight between to wasted bitches over Bruce fucking Wayne, who was just standing there laughing, blood rushed to her head so fast it made her ears ring, anger taking the rest of her body in hot waves. She grabbed her bullwhip and with the help of the staff, ended the fight and declared the bar closed, sending everyone home or to fucking hell, she didn’t care.

But, when she came back, fuming, Bruce was still there, sitting on the bar, serving himself drinks as if he had any right.

“Why are you are doing this?” she teared the tequila cup off his hands and slammed it on the table, spilling most of it.

“Doing what?” he had the nerve to ask. “Partying? You used to tell me I didn’t know how to have fun. I know now, you are just jealous I’m not having fun with you.” He took her wrist and drank the remaining content of the cup.

“Urgh” she rolled her eyes and pulled her arm back. “You should slow down with the dope it’s turning you completely delusional.”

“Truth hurts, doesn’t it?”

“Oh please. Look, I don’t get it. Gotham is huge, why my place? You could be partying in your castle in Italy. You don’t need to be here.”

“Chalet in Sweden,” he smirked and drank directly from the bottle, “what if I want to be here?”

“Whatever, I’m just tired of cleaning up after you and your prissy whores. If you want to keep coming to the Sirens, you’ll have to behave yourself.”

He laughed, it sounded dark, fake, and not at all how she remembered his laugh when they were younger and sillier. When she’d tell him a joke so lame it was barely enough funny to be considered as such, but he would find hilarious and laugh so much she’d think he was laughing at her instead and they would fight. Seeing him there, so different, corrupted, broke her heart, but also made his pull over her grow twofold, curiosity and cats had always been a dangerous combination, and before Selina could stop herself she had stepped in closer.

“Make me,” he said looking down her body.

Selina tried to ignore the goosebumps that spread through her body by rolling her eyes.

“What? God, you are pathetic,” and deciding he didn’t deserve more of her attention, or maybe too afraid of how weird he made her feel now, Selina clicked her heels around, ready to leave him and that stupid conversation behind, maybe get someone to drag his ass out.

“Yeah, leave, that’s what you’re really good at.”

She stopped, grabbing the fabric of her tight skirt to conceal her shaking hands.

“What?” she managed to ask, her voice creaking, higher than the usual.

The air stood still, unusually dry. It felt just like their relationship, the once reliable ocean had disappeared.

“Forget it” he spat in a low voice.

“No,” she turned back, now it wasn’t only her hands, her whole body was shaking, “say it,” she dared him. “You started, now you’ll finish.”

He looked different. Gone was the stranger. The rich playboy that came to her bar night after night to party hard with a bunch of assholes. Who constantly pretended they knew nothing about each other so well she actually doubted. It felt like a weird collage of an old familiar face on a stranger’s body. Reality felt fragile, like time was folding in itself.

“You know what I mean,” his voice cracked, all his artifices dissolving, exposing him exactly how he was. Still very young, and so close, if she just reached, he could be hers again. “You left. Why do you think I-“

“I didn’t leave!” she shouted, months and months of hurt and frustration spilling out, and when she heard her voice she noticed she was crying. “You told me to go!”

He furrowed his brow, and it was so long since last time she saw that confused frown, that particular look of hurt. A wave of loss took her over, she faltered and he came closer, not yet touching her, but she could smell the booze, sweat, the sickling perfume of the girl he had been kissing in front of her just a while ago, past and present mixing, time became an illusion, and everything felt possible.

“So what?! I was hurt, I was…” he paused, covering his eyes with his palms, breathing hard before letting his arms fall and looking at her. “Selina, how many times before I ran after you like a kicked puppy after a fight? How many times have I humiliated myself for your attention? Your respect? And the one time, the only time I needed you to be the one to fight for me you just left.”

Selina didn’t know what to say, she just stood there gobsmacked, suddenly the whole world became this breakable thing and any move rehearsed by her would result in catastrophe.

But he still waited, his eyes begging for an answer, a reaction, anything. After a long while of silence, his shoulders fell, and he swallowed bitterly.

“And now you don’t even have anything to say,” he finally said. “What was I expecting? You are right, you always were, I am pathetic.”

Before she could think twice or plan otherwise, her lips were against his, and, after that, there was no return. Unlike the last time they had been themselves around each other, Bruce didn’t reject her. One hand pulled her flush against him by her waist, the other one went to her face, delicately, pushing her curls away and wiping her tears. She didn’t want to open her eyes never again, things had felt so wrong lately. She had been trying so hard to convince herself that she was better than ever. That she was making something of herself against all odds. But even after learning to apply shimmering makeup on her eyelids, everything around her looked lacklustre. Pointless. And part of herself hated how only on the lips of a asshole that treated her like shit sometimes and like she was his whole world in another, who was just five minutes ago cheering over two poor idiots ruining themselves for his attention, there, right there, she found meaning.

But they had to breathe eventually, and his lips left hers, his hot panting, thick with tequila, fanning on her face.

“Selina, look at me,” he pleaded.

She didn’t, but pushed him against the bar rail and kissed him again, now working to free him from his already half-buttoned shirt. Again, he didn’t deny her, reaching for her face as soon as his arms were free again, cupping it with both of his hands.

“Please,” he said ending the kiss with a peck and when her eyes remained shut, he sucked her earlobe earning a sob that was pleasure and despair in the same measure, “Selina, please.”

She fluttered her eyes open, and he smiled, and it looked so earnest, so relieved, so him, Bruce, her Bruce. Selina tried to kiss him again, and for a moment of terror and confusion she thought he would leave her, but he dove to kiss her neck instead, pushing the straps of her tank top and bra down her shoulder, unafraid of cup her breast as if it wasn’t the first time for them to be like that. She couldn’t help but wonder, if it was just result of practice using other girls’ bodies, or if he had just thought about it, about them, her, for so long it felt natural. She hopped it was the later, but as soon as she remembered about the other girls she was mad at him again, and pushed him away.

“What-“ despite not having a single drop of alcohol, she felt drunk, her brain fuzzy, maybe it was oxygen depletion, maybe her heart was beating too fast “are you think you are doing? I’m not…” she stopped again, sucking air in “if you think you can just-“ god what was wrong with her?! She couldn’t finish a single sentence. “I’m not like them,” she said finally, meaning the girls she had shunned off her club just a while ago. They held each other gazes for a while. Selina felt ashamed, especially because as soon as the last words left her mouth she noticed that she didn’t regret kissing Bruce, not at all, but she didn’t want that night to end like that either, she wasn’t ready to let him go after all he said.

Bruce looked confused, and still Bruce-like how he hadn’t been in such a long time. And that was scarier than if he had reverted completely to his new persona, because she never thought that asshole had anything to do with the meek boy who used to be her friend. But there he was, towering over her, shirtless and half-wasted, with lips swollen by her hungry kisses. Her Bruce. Not the stranger for who she had just second-hand embarrassment and disdain for. But the one whom she feared, for he had reign over her heart.

He approached her, and she didn’t avoid him. Bruce’s hands grabbed her waist, pulling her close again. He kept his gaze fixed on her eyes, and moved slowly when he inserted his hands under the hem of her shirt, sliding them up through her skin and pulling the fabric off her. Selina held her arms up to help him discard the piece of clothing, heat pooling down her navel.

“No, you’re not,” he finally said, and then rested his forehead against hers, sighing, “you… Selina, you have no idea.”

Deciding neither of them was exactly good at talking about feelings, Selina took his lips again, and Bruce seemed to agree they were done talking. His grip lowered and he hoisted her up, pulling her legs around his waist and guided them both back to the bar countertop, lying her down there while he kissed down her throat, sucking and licking her skin in a way she knew she’d have to hide the next day.

He continued his way kissing down her sternum and belly, while one his hands caressed her leg and the other one held hers. And it felt at the same time incredibly sweet having his fingers intertwined with hers, and hot while his large hand slid down her thigh. But then, he started fumbling with her skirt, unsure of how to take it off, Selina was momentarily brought back from her horny induced mind fog to giggle at his annoyance. Bruce looked up from the irritating fashion trap and smiled at her. Selina tuned around on the bar top, exposing her back zipper to him and looking at him over her shoulder. Bruce kissed the small of her back and pulled the zipper down, but before stripping her of her tight vinyl skirt, he used the opportunity to undo her bra too. Just a few moments after that, Selina was lying on her back again, only in her panties and high heels, under the gaze of a very turned on Bruce Wayne who was looking at her as if she was a very tasty meal that he had no idea of what start eating first.

Luckily for her, it didn’t take long before he decided to go straight for the main course.

“Fuck,” Selina moaned when without more wait, Bruce pulled her lacy thong aside and sucked her clit. She felt him smiling against her, and one little part of her wanted to kick him for being so smug, but the thought was fast forgotten when he continued doing miracles with that talented tongue of his. Her heaving and whimpering filled the empty club lounge, and Bruce chuckled when the orgasm hit her so hard, Selina’s involuntary spasms almost threw her off the surface of the bar top, making him hold her there until she calmed herself.

“Are you okay?” he asked her, whipping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Selina took a couple of breaths, before sitting up.

“Peachy.”

She pulled him closer by his belt, and then, looking straight into his eyes, she undid the buckle. He dove to kiss her, but she avoided his lips.

“Shhh,” she made, “I want to see.”

“What?”

“Your face,” and then her warm small hand was around him.

Bruce closed his eyes shut, his mouth opening in a silent moan when she started pumping.

“Does it feel good?” She asked, feeling unsure of what she was doing, he was so smooth and hard, but she was afraid her nails might hurt him.

He swallowed.

“Yeah.”

“Hmmm” she made, her free hand on his neck, thumb rubbing his skin there too. “Tell me what you like.”

He smirked, and reached for her face, pulling her for a kiss, sucking her bottom lip as he let her go.

“I like you.”

She let out a chuckle from the back of her throat.

“Right now, I’m sure you do,” she said, feeling brave enough to pump a little harder, Bruce moaned.

Selina then opened her legs wide and urged him to draw closer.

Bruce replaced her hand with his own and rubbed the tip of his dick on her wet entrance.

Selina’s chest was heaving and he looked up worried.

“Are you ready?”

She bit her lower lip and nodded. In a swift motion, Bruce slid inside. Selina shut her eyes hard, she expected pain but felt none, the sensation was unfamiliar, but not bad, not bad at all. Her nails broke the skin of his shoulders, and she felt Bruce’s breath close. She thought he was about to kiss her again, but he rested his forehead on her temple.

“Are you okay?” he asked, and she could hear the restraint in the tightness of his voice.

“Yeah,” she managed “B,” she called.

“Hm” he made, opening his eyes, they were so dark, she could barely see the blue.

“Kiss me.”

He smiled first, one hand holding her face sweetly, and then he did as asked, kissing her, slowly and meticulously, while his hips started moving. His free hand slid down her waist and went to her clit. The wave of the pleasure due to the double stimulation got Selina surprised making her break the kiss to cry out. Bruce then kissed her chin, and her throat, he was getting momentum, and his rhythm becoming erratic. Selina was holding him by his shoulders for dear life, her head hanging behind while she tried to match his trusts with her own, both of them desperate for release.

She locked her shins behind him and pulled him closer, hugging his neck. Bruce let go of her face and clit to slam his palms on the bar top to stead them both as he went harder against her, thanking his lucky stars when she started trashing again and pulled him with her over the edge of pleasure with another loud curse.

They were breathing hard when the world stopped spinning. Bruce pulled out, feeling like he had just given up something he’d miss badly for the rest of his life. Selina was speechless, her eyes still closed, legs still open, with their mixed fluids dripping from her. He never seen her more beautiful. But he knew well there was something very wrong. That was not how their first time should go. With him half drunk, still smelling like some other girl’s perfume, on a bar after a nasty fight. Well, the fight made sense. Every time he fantasied before about having sex with Selina it had a fight involved before the make up.

But this… This was all wrong. They didn’t make up, they didn’t fix anything. They only made it more complicated and if he had no idea of where they stood in each other’s lives before, now he was too afraid to ask even himself.

They heard noise of someone approaching and Selina opened her eyes wide in alarm, she jumped off the bar top on wobbly legs, looking for her clothing.

“Selina,” he tried, fixing his pants.

“Later,” she said, rapidly putting her top back on without even putting her bra first. “You need to go.”

She couldn’t find her skirt but started pushing Bruce towards the back door.

When they finally reached the back of the service area, and Bruce stepped outside, they notice it was already morning, and they frowned under the aggressive sunlight.

“Selina, plea-“

And to his surprise she pulled him for another kiss, it was hard and fast, and made him a little dizzy.

“Later,” she said, and closed the door on his face.

[princessjungeun]

One Last Chance: Mina x Reader

Request: Hi! your stories are awesome! Is it okay I can request Mina x female reader college life, where Mina is the most popular rich girl, and her friends place a bet that Mina has to go out with you and make you fell in love with her but turns out the time you guys were together Mina eventually fells in love and tries to call off the bet, and you heard the whole thing, heartbroken you avoided her and Mina did anything that she could to bring you back, fluffy ending (: pleas and thank you!

Hi my loves. This is the long Mina scenario I was asking about earlier. This is really REALLY long but you all promised you wouldn’t mind so here it is 🙃

You transferred to Sungkyunkwan University at the beginning of this semester. Originally you attended MIT for Software Engineering, hacking is your specialty. When a professor recommended you for a study abroad, you couldn’t pass it up. You knew Korean well due to growing up in a heavily Korean influenced neighborhood as a child.

Coming to Korea wasn’t that bad because you were able to meet a few other people over social media before you arrived. You met your roommate months before you flew in so you already had one best friend.

Upon your arrival you already drew up quite a bit of attention. Somehow people found out you were from MIT which they couldn’t believe. Your roommate made sure to make you aware of who to avoid and who was friendly. Pretty much everyone was nice but she told you to watch for one group of girls.

Which is why when you were approached by none other than Mina Myoui aka the richest bitch in the whole school you were beyond confused. The raven haired girl asked “Hey. You’re Y/N right?” You had never seen Mina up close, she was ten times more beautiful than you thought.

“Wait do you speak Korean? I’m sorry. Are you Y/N?” She switched to English when you didn’t respond right away. You quickly tried to answer without sounding stupid “I-Uh um yes I am Y/N and I speak Korean yeah sorry I...I uh. I’m sorry...yeah.” You mentally face palmed yourself for not being able to say one simple sentence to her.

She sat down and said “you’re new and from what I know your only friend is Kahei. So meet me at the cafe down the street at 6, I’ll be waiting.” Before you could respond she got up and walked back to her group of friends who seemed to be laughing. You noticed two of the girls from her group. Im Nayeon was in one of your engineering classes while Minatozaki Sana was in a psych class you took to fill an empty slot.

When you got back to your dorm Kahei was on her bed reading a book. She asked “where’d you go?” You responded “the quad to start a project. But something really weird happened.” Kahei sat up on her bed and patted the spot next to her, “come on talk to me I wanna know.”

“That really rich and pretty girl....Mila? She’s friends with Im Nayeon and Minatozaki Sana...she came up to me and told me to meet her at the cafe down the street at 6.” Kahei’s eyes widened and she loudly said “MINA MYOUI ASKED YOU ON A DATE?” You shrugged then nodded. Kahei made you resite every thing that happened leading up to her asking you out for coffee. In the end she said “hmmmm...I don’t trust it. It sounds fake.” You responded “I do admit it’s a little suspicious that the most rich and popular girl in school asked me, the poor foreigner to a date...”

Kahei told you “well even if it is fake you’re gonna go to find out.” You looked at your sweatpants and t shirt you were currently wearing. You hair was in a messy bun and your thick glasses sat lopsided on your face. “Do rich people like girls who look like me?” You asked uncertainly. Kahei responded “only one way to find out!”

When you went to the cafe Kahei decided to tag along but sit at a different table with her girlfriend Haseul.

Mina arrived shortly after you, “oh i honestly didn’t think you’d show up.” She was surprised to see you actually came. You looked at you hands in your lap “I mean I think it’s rude to blow someone off...” Mina sat down across from you “you look really pretty.” You could tell that it was a genuine complement by the way she smiled softly when she said it. I guess rich people do like girls like me you thought to yourself.

For the next hour she asked you about everything there was she should know about you. Kahei told you to make sure not to disclose every detail about yourself because she still didn’t trust Mina. However by the end of the night you were convinced she was genuine.

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Weeks passed and you continued to meet up with Mina, you knew Kahei and Haseul warned you about catching feelings too quickly but you couldn’t help it. Mina seemed so sweet and genuine despite her rich bitch demeanor.

You sat in the library working on a project with your classmate Yuqi. “I know we just met like this week but I don’t trust her either, I’m with Kahei on this one.” You don’t know why you decided to spill all of your business to Yuqi but something about her seemed trustworthy. You rolled your eyes “You all are delusional.”

Deep down you believed Kahei and Haseul and now Yuqi but you didn’t want to admit it. Mostly because you caught feelings for Mina. Badly. Yuqi didn’t pull her eyes away from her laptop “I-I’m just saying something here isn’t adding up. This isn’t right.”

“I’m just gonna- give me a minute.” Yuqi furiously typed away on her laptop, occasionally smiling and laughing to herself. After about two minutes passed she flipped her screen around in front of you was a KakaoTalk page. Mina Myoui’s to be specific.

“Yuqi! WHAT DID YOU DO?!” You whisper yelled to the younger girl who sat with a smile on her face. She simply answered “I hacked into her account. See?” You responded “I’m not reading her messages. That’s an invasion of privacy.” Yuqi responded “Ok well if you won’t I will, she has no relevance to me so it can’t hurt the nonexistent relationship between us.”

She scrolled and scrolled her facial expressions changing from surprised to one you couldn’t quite read. “Y-Y/N....um...I don’t know if you should read this yourself or not.” You felt a pit in your stomach form knowing whatever she had in front of her wasnt good news.

Yuqi slid her laptop to you and you read the messages shared between Mina and her friend group:

Sana: you have three days left in this bet Myoui

Chaeyoung: Sana’s right, you need to figure out how to get Y/N to confess to you

Nayeon: yeah if you don’t you can kiss that Maldives trip bye bye and we can say hello to that shopping spree :)

Mina: I dont want this anymore guys

Sana: are you chickening out?

Chaeyoung: shes chickening out

Mina: it’s not that

Nayeon: so what is it

Mina: nevermind

Jeongyeon: i might be in this friend group but this is wrong on every level

Tzuyu: I’m with Jeongyeon unnie

Dahyun: Me too

Momo: what bet? who is Y/N? I WANT A SHOPPING SPREE!

Jihyo: No you dont

Momo: no i do not

Jihyo: but I’m with Jeongyeon and the kids.

You couldn’t believe what you were reading. There was no way in hell Mina could have done this to you. Absolutely no way. Wanting to find some sort of happy ending you scrolled to a different chat with only this Jeongyeon girl. These newer messages brought on a new wave of emotions.

Jeongyeon: why are you trying to call it off now. You were all excited about it and now you want nothing to do with it.

Mina: I don’t know, It just feels wrong now

Jeongyeon: I know you Mina there’s something else

Mina: Theres nothing else

Jeongyeon: dont you dare lie to me

Mina: fine.

Mina: i like her. A lot. And i want to be with her.

Jeongyeon: then make your move

Mina: but if she finds out it was started with a bet....

Jeongyeon: well then come clean and apologize and pray she stays around. But honestly if i was her i wouldnt give you a second chance

Mina: thats not very reassuring

Jeongyeon: i’m disappointed in you, that’s the best you’re getting for now

Mina: ok, thank you unnie

Mina: i’m doing it tomorrow i’ll tell you how it goes

Jeongyeon: mhm

You looked to see when that last message was sent and it read yesterday’s date. So she was planning to confess or come clean today. Immediately you stood up and put your belongings in your bag before leaving Yuqi alone in the library.

You walked across campus to the dance studio where you found Mina dancing with another girl. “Myoui.” You pushed your glasses up to prevent them from sliding down. Mina turned and saw you “Y/N hey I thought we were going to meet la-”

You cut her off “I love you Mina Myoui, with all my heart I do! Is that what yo want to hear? Can you go to the Maldives now? You won. Congratulations bitch.” Mina looked at the other girl who stood in the room, she looked really confused and got uncomfortable and sprinted out, almost falling on her own feet.

“What are you talking about? I won? Maldives?” Mina questioned you. You snapped back “I didn’t stutter did I?” She replied “how did you- Who told you?” You responded “It’s not who told me or how I found out. You placed a stupid bet on me and toyed with my heart as if you were interested and I fell for your bullshit. Stay the fuck away from me. And if I catch you even thinking about talking to Kahei...you’ll wish you didn’t.” You turned around and walked out not giving Mina a chance to talk.

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Weeks passed and the semester was coming to a close in 6 weeks. You hadn’t heard a thing from Mina or any of her friends. Sana and Nayeon stayed away from you when they had class with you. Kahei, Haseul, and Yuqi introduced you to their friends instead to make up for the relationship you once had.

Out of all of the girls you met through Kahei and Yuqi, Jinsoul and Miyeon were closest with you. Miyeon walked into your room “Hey. We’re going to a party and you’re coming. All you’ve done is moped around, worked on projects, or went to the boxing gym. It’s been too long you need to go out.” You groaned “don’t you have work today?” Miyeon responded “ok we meant you and Jinsoul but she’s finishing an assignment so she sent me to tell you.” You rolled over on your face knowing there was no getting out of this.  “Ugh fine.” You giving into your friends wishes.

Miyeon left and outfit for you before leaving your dorm to head to work. You looked over your reflection in the mirror. Miyeon definitely tried something with this outfit because you never wore these types of clothes.

You were finishing up your hair when Jinsoul unlocked your door, ready to go. “Woah...You look so good!” She jumped up and down and clapped her hands excitedly. You quickly but in your shoes and grabbed your phone before she yanked you out of the door.

This house party was definitely run by someone rich because this house was really nice. You linked arms with Jinsoul and held her hand so you wouldn’t lose her in the crowd of people. The two of you found your friend groups and stayed together with them for most of the night.

You noticed some of Mina’s friends were there as well but you didn’t see Mina. Jinsoul danced against you as you held her close laughing at her antics. Throughout the night you noticed she was watching one girl in particular, Kim Jungeun. She was in your guys’ friend group but because there’s a total of 19 girls in the group, the two of you weren’t exactly close with everyone. You know she went by Kim Lip, only allowing a few people to call her Jungeun.

“Ooo I see Lip is alone, now’s your chance go go!” You pushed Jinsoul towards the girl. Your best friend responded “no what about you I see Mina’s friends here, what if she arrives?” You pushed her further “i’ll be fine I can handle myself, just keep your phone on!” She nodded and let her hand slip out of yours, running towards Kim Lip.

You danced on a few girls and a few random dudes before getting tired of the environment. Knowing you couldn’t leave Jinsoul, you decided to walk upstairs to see if there was anything to explore. You accidentally walked in on a couple before you realized you should knock on doors before opening them.

You found a door that was open so you walked in, ready to punch of someone came at you unexpectedly. The room was large, like really large, pictures hanging on the walls, stuffed animals lining whoever’s bed it was.

However the most eye catching thing was the gigantic window that overlooked the city. You slid it open and saw there was enough room on the roof for you to safely sit. Taking in deep breaths of cool air you hugged your knees to your chest.

A knock on the shingles is what snapped you out of your trance. You expected Jinsoul but instead you saw Mina. The Japanese girl softly asked “Do you mind?” You responded coldly “no.” She smiled and walked out sitting next to you, “Id hope not, you are sitting on my roof.” You asked “so this is your place? This isn’t the same one I visited those times though.” Mina responded “rich people unnecessarily buy multiple houses.” An awkward silence fell over the two of you.

She looked at you but you stared straight ahead waiting for her to talk. Eventually you grew impatient, “I’m pretty sure you didn’t come out here to look at me, so whatever you have to say just go ahead.” She sighed then said “I’m sorry. I truly am. My friends were being stupid one day and betted me to go ask you out. Originally my intentions weren’t true and I only wanted to win. But after getting to know you...I kind of fell for you and I didn’t know what to do. I’m sorry.”

You could tell she was being genuine by the tone in her voice. You hesitated then said “I loved you Mina.” She quickly responded “I love you too.” You were quick to ruin the moment “I said loveD. Past tense. I-I don’t know if i can trust you anymore.

Mina reached for your hand and you allowed her to hold it. “Please Y/N. Give me one last chance and if I mess it up you’ll never have to even think about me. I’ll make sure my friends don’t think about doing anything. Please just one more chance. Please.” Something about seeing her like this made your heart melt and butterflies erupted in your stomach.

You gave in “Fine. One last chance. That’s it.” She smiled and finally you looked at her. Her adorable gummy smile that you once loved so much was back. She placed a hand behind your neck, with her eyes she asked you for permission. You nodded and she kissed you softly. In that moment you remembered every reason why you loved Mina before.



[zwritestuff]

Some Things Are Bound To Be (Chapter Seven) - Kyara

A/N: I'M SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT, I've been going crazy with school, but I'm almost free, and true to my fashion, I wrote this instead of sleeping 😌 It's fine, I'm fine. Hopefully y'all like the chapter, thanks to Emerald ( @fromthenorthernskies​ ) for beta-ing! We're nearing the end, but these dumbasses still can't figure their shit out.

Read on AO3.

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Priyanka doesn’t slap her when she tells her, though she wants to. Badly.

“You stupid bitch,” she exclaims, invading her personal space as she leans foward, mouth agape. Kyne doesn’t know if she should laugh or push her away, so she does the next logical thing and shoves Priyanka off, reaching for the bowl of chips. “You like her, but you’re gonna break up with her? Kyne, what the fuck.”

Kyne cringes only a little, partially because she’s sure even the people from the other building are able to hear Priyanka’s annoyed yell, and she knew this would be her reaction the moment the words left her mouth. The moment she had gotten that message from Kiara, she knew their scheme was bound to end—what else could she possibly want to talk about? Not the weather, obviously and not-- not Kyne’s stupid fantasy of a love confession, definitely not that.

So, only one option was left, and the clearest one at that. Kyne couldn’t bear the anticipation pooling at the pit of her stomach, so she did the next logical thing and invited Priyanka over, otherwise she would’ve ended up without nails by Monday.

She sighs a little, not letting the defeat show in her face.

“Not everything has a happy ending, Pri. And, y’know, we could still be friends, I guess.” Kyne shrugs, taking a mouthful of chips, and Priyanka knits her brows in a frown, silent for a moment too long. Kyne tenses.

Oh no. Priyanka, silent? Something is coming. Most likely, something Kyne won’t like to hear.

“No,” Priyanka finally says, quizzically. Kyne cocks a brow, setting the chips bowl back on the coffee table. 

“No?” She repeats.

Priyanka gives her a look; not a fiery one, like she always has when she’s about to give her a heartfelt speech when she feels like she might need one. No. It’s hard to put a finger on the emotion she’s looking at her with, but it’s neither pity nor concern—it might just be easier to call it a Priyanka-esque look. 

“No, this isn’t like you at all,” she says, folding her arms, an accusatory tone dripping from her tongue. Ah, shit. Not another pep-tak. “Fuck, if you were to tell me years ago that Kyne, the one bitch that stuck up to fucking Professor Brooke Lynn Hytes back in college, because she knew she had graded her papers wrong, would even think of giving up on a girl she likes, just because she might get in trouble with her parents I woud tell you to fuck right off, because that’s not my friend. Not at all.”

Kyne groans, rolls her eyes and grabs the nearest pillow to smash her head against. It annoys her that Priyanka is right, again. She hasn’t let her live down the fact she had to tell her she liked Kiara for her to realize, to begin with. And she’s convinced she’s never going to hear the end of it when--

--when there’s a pat on her head, and a heavy sigh.

She looks up and sees Priyanka, gazing at her with a more understanding gaze. She doesn’t look like she wants to strangle her—not for now, at least.

“You should tell her, y’know,” she says, with a tone that conveys she knows she’s right. Kyne knows she is, and she hates it. Priyanka might be stupid sometimes, but she’s stupidly cunning—for important things, anyway. And this, Kyne thinks, she’s deemed important.

So she just avoids her gaze, fidgeting with her hands. “But what if it’s not mutual? What do I do then? She’ll think I only accepted to be her fake girlfriend to use her.” She chews the inside of her cheek. It had been more than a recurring thought ever since she realized her feelings for Kiara, and more than once it had slipped through her mind. The idea that Kiara would just straight up stop talking to her if she thought she’d been used this whole time. That, or she would be fired on the spot.

(Bo’s words still run through her mind every so often, and it’s becoming rarer and far in between the times when she lets Kiara touch her in any way. Because if she does, Kyne’s not sure if she would be able to hold back.)

Priyanka groans, pulling and pinching the skin under her eyes. “God, I know you’re-- that we are lesbians, but god damn, not even I am this useless, and I’ve been pining for Kiara’s secretary for months now!”

“You’ve been pining for Lena?” Kyne echoes, but Priyanka dismisses it with a wave of her hand.

“Don’t change the topic, that’s my job, and I don’t wanna change it now. What I mean, is that Kiara definitely likes you, but you’re literally the last to know. Again.”

Kyne blinks, what Priyanka said not fully sinking in just yet. Then, she bushes furiously, much like the first time, and shoves Priyanka.

“No she doesn’t.”

“Oh my God, I will actually murder you one of these days.” Priyanka pinches the bridge of her nose, and then looks at her with a tired expression. “Yes, she fucking does. You literally spend all your time with her, and you haven’t picked up on the way she looks at you? I swear it’s the most stupid, lovey-dovey look I’ve ever seen, I’m disgusted just thinking about it,” she says, making faces and pulling her tongue out, and it really doesn’t help the blush that takes power in Kyne’s cheeks.

Dear Jesus, not another thing Priyanka had been able to pick up on her relationship with Kiara before her. She should get her a date with Lena, maybe that way she’ll stay out of her business.

But right now, there’s really no escaping Priyanka, since this is her own apartment, and she can’t kick her out at 1 a.m., so she sits through the scolding with an annoyed glare that Priyanka can’t care less about.

“Pri, stop, I get it; I’m dumb, blind, whatever. I know,” Kyne finally says, stopping Priyanka’s pointless rant about Kyne being the biggest useless lesbian she knows. She sighs heavily, knowing Priyanka won’t like what she’s about to hear. “And as much as I’d like to believe you, I don’t wanna risk my job, just because you’re delusional again.”

Priyanka yelps, slightly offended, and squints at her. “You know she can’t fire you just because, right?” She asks slowly, and Kyne scoffs. Of course she knows. But if she fired girls she slept with and no one batted an eye, then what are the odds she’ll be any different?

She tells Priyanka what Bo told her in big details, and she looks at her in disbelief.

“Fuck all the way off, that’s not true.”

Kyne cocks a brow, “How do you know?”

“Because Bo hates Kiara’s guts since her father fired one of her friends, but, like, they were on their right to fire her. She was purposely sabotaging projects, I think it was because her sister had married some dude owner of a rival company; the details are kinda blurry.” Priyanka folds her arms, an accusatory glance twinkles in her eyes, though it’s not directed at her, not really. “Didn’t you know? It’s all she talks about since you became closer with Kiara.”

Kyne blinks repeatedly, not really believing what she’s just heard. Priyanka’s stare is burning a hole through her, expecting an answer, but Kyne swears there’s white noise engulfing her, numbing her; the only thing she feels are her nails digging in her palms.

Bo lied to her? How could she? Even if she didn’t like Kiara, she had no right to lie to her; especially knowing full well she’d believe her. They were friends, after all.

Well, maybe tomorrow they won’t be.

“Why— why would she lie to me? I don’t get it.”

She knows Bo is as fiercely protective as she’s petty, holding grudges until she forgets why she was mad in the first place. But this? This is a low blow.

Priyanka shrugs, not really sure either. “I don’t know, girl, but she must have a good explanation. This doesn’t sound like her at all,” she offers, and Kyne desperately hopes she’s right.

She would never be able to forgive Bo for making her replace all the eagerness and comfort she felt around Kiara with panic and heightened fear of losing her job, every time their hands brushed and Kiara’s tentative fingers tried to reach for her.

Well, maybe she would, but it would take many apologies and a drink or three. Or maybe a whole bottle.

***

Monday morning comes around, and Kyne tries to not break the foam cup with Kiara's coffee with her tight grip, anxiety pooling in her stomach at the sole thought of what she's about to do.

Priyanka spent the entire night trying to convince her to just tell Kiara about her feelings, to woman up and rip the bandaid at once without much thinking. Kyne had finally relented only when they were about to fall fast asleep, and the alcohol was making the room spin ever so slightly, as she decided she didn't have anything to lose by telling Kiara of her feelings.

If she ended up losing her job, Priyanka had said she could hook her up with one of her cousins, a well-respected lawyer, so they could sue the Schatzis for all they had. Of course she wished they didn't have to go to that extreme, and even dared to dream of a movie-like moment.

Of course, dreams are a thing completely different in reality, she reminds herself of that when she lets herself in Kiara's office, briefly greeting Lena and sliding past her, who doesn't even give her much of a glance.

(At some point Lena stopped caring about her, even developed a sixth sense to know whenever she was around to not waste her time in telling her to wait a second so she could tell Kiara she was coming.)

Kiara is already scribbling something on a notepad, holding her phone to her ear with her other hand, and Kyne knows that by the scowl plastered on her face she should wait a second before saying anything.

But then she glances up, her expression easing up in a second as a smile blooms on her face, signaling her to sit down, doing silly faces when she points at the phone, and she wants to laugh stupidly loud because anything Kiara does she finds endearing, but they'll have time for that later.

“They were out of chocolate chips, so I brought you a blueberry muffin,” Kyne says once she hangs up, omitting the part of her knowing blueberry is her second favorite flavor, because she mentioned months ago and she never forgot. She can say that later, so she just passes her the paper bag with the muffin and her cup of coffee. 

Kiara smiles at her, saying a polite thank you as she gives the muffin a bite, leaning back on her chair, looking already tired of work when it's barely starting.

There's silence for a moment too long, where they just eat and sip, but nothing lasts forever, so Kiara is the one to break it.

“I think you'll remember I wanted to talk about something,” she begins, and Kyne nods, prompting her to go on. She's too confident in what she's about to say, thinks they're on the same page. 

Nothing prepares her for when Kiara leans forward, the smile all but gone and replaced with a neutral expression, and Kyne just knows something is bad. That this won't end like she wants.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said,” she continues, fidgeting with her rings, avoiding her gaze. When she locks eyes with her, there isn't any hint of the warmth and kindness is used to see in them. They're hollow, void of any emotion. Her throat closes up in anticipation. “And I think you're right, we should end this pretend relationship before it goes too far.”

Kyne blinks, once then twice, until she's awkwardly staring at Kiara, digging her nails in her palms.

Fuck, she thinks. And for a long second her mind is just a loop of the word fuck. This isn't even Kiara's doing, it's hers, her own words and actions came back to bite her in the ass, and there's no way she can blame Kiara for wanting to call it quits after she snapped at her.

Her plans are gone to waste, there's no way she can bring up the way she feels about her after this. It just wouldn't be right. So she does the next thing she knows best; she deflects.

“Well, I mean, do you think it's been enough time for people to not get suspicious?” She manages to stutter out, trying for the love of her dignity to not let the quiver in her voice give away the tears that are to come at some point.

Her nails dig in her palms further, probably drawing blood, when Kiara just shrugs. Like she doesn't care. And it stings like a bitch.

“Does it matter? For all I know, we've done more than enough. I think it's a good time to stop before-- it's just the time.” Kiara clears her throat, and Kyne wants to ask before what, before she falls even more in love with her, if that's even possible? 

So she inhales sharply, taking a long sip from her coffee, finishing it all in one motion, and tries to not let it show in her expression how much it actually affects her.

“For all I know, I really liked being your fake-girlfriend,” she confesses, and it's not really a lie, but it isn't the entire truth. Kyne did like every second of it, even if at the beginning her mind was clouded with anxiety and fears, she liked having lunch with her and spending time together outside work hours, liked when she laughed so hard she ran out of air, and her nose scrunched up and she made a weird sound that she said she was ashamed of. She liked when she'd absent-mindlessly run her hands through her hair when they were watching a movie together, and it would send shivers down her spine. 

(And Kiara, she just likes all about Kiara. She likes Kiara.)

It’s just that, for a fleeting moment, she hoped they could be real, that even if Priyanka was wrong and Kiara didn’t like her back, she could grow to like her.

Maybe she could’ve loved her if she had been given the chance. Maybe she could’ve loved her either way, if she had been given more time. Maybe she could’ve loved her.

(She could’ve.)

“You can keep my cupcake, I'm not hungry,” Kyne says, giving her a smile, one that doesn’t reach her eyes, one that probably looks forced and not at all real, but she can’t be bothered right now. Not when she feels her heart ache and a lump in her throat prevents her from speaking. 

Kiara just blinks, about to say something else when Kyne leaves without saying anything; she knows the second she opens her mouth, a choked sob would come out.

In exchange, Kiara doesn’t say anything to her for the rest of the day, and the day becomes the week, and it stings deeply in Kyne’s chest. She was so close to saying it, to stop letting the words linger in the air and manifest them. 

But it’s over now. So suddenly and abruptly, and it's all her fault.

Kyne supposses it’s her own fault for not being honest sooner, for letting the lies numb her good judgement. She knew Kiara, it was impossible that she was capable of any of the things Bo said she did were true, and yet—

She shakes her head, trying to concentrate on her job.

Kiara not talking to her isn't the end of the world she thinks it is, even if it feels like it. She'll eventually get over it, find someone new and forget she ever felt something for her. 

But God, it's easier said than done, when she sees her every day around the company, and for once she knows where the rumours of her being cold hearted come from; she doesn't see her crack a smile once. Not even the tiniest smirk, and if Kyne didn't know better she'd say the two women she's always hanging out with look at her when she passes by with an annoyed glance. 

Kyne wants the earth to open and swallow her whole. 

By the second week of silence, she catches Kiara's glance on her way to a meeting by pure chance; she's looking at Bo, who's telling her about this guy from Tinder she's been seeing, just when Kiara is coming out from another office. Their eyes meet for a fleeting moment, and it digs a deeper hole in her chest when she finds they're still void of any emotion.

Fuck, she misses her so much. Kyne swears she could cry right there and then if she didn't have to speak at a stupid budget meeting for a new project.

“So is it true?” Bo says enigmatically, and Kyne cocks a brow.

“What?”

“That you and Miss Bitch Heiress broke up.” She stops in her tracks, shit, news fly fast, don't they? Bo gives her a pitiful smile and a pat on the shoulder, but Kyne swats her hand away.

“Don't act like you didn't want this to happen,” she snarls, resuming her walk. She hasn't brought up that she knows she lied to her, because that implies reminding herself how much she royally fucked up, so she's been avoiding it. Kyne sure has a talent for avoiding her problems until they blow up in her face.

“Well, I sure as hell didn't want you getting hurt because of her,” Bo tries to defend herself, but Kyne just rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, sure,” she merely replies, not looking at her, hurrying her steps, feeling a lump growing in her throat by the second. 

It bottles up, like it always does, even though she promised Priyanka she'd try to let it out. The thing is, as much as Kyne knows she can trust Priyanka, it's not like she isn't constantly worried of being a burden with her feelings ever since Kiara called their pretend relationship quits, so she tries to limit the amount of things she tells Priyanka. 

She doesn't tell her she barely sleeps, that she can't see cupcakes without feeling nauseous, that she picks up her pace when she walks by the restaurant she took Kiara to for the first time - that she's even contemplated burning the damn dress she bought her. That it pains her to look at it every time she opens her closet and sees it hanging there, among her other clothes, because it sticks as a sore thumb out and it reminds her of how happy she was that night with her. 

It all bottles up, and admittedly, she should've known better than to drink her feelings away.

It's Friday night, and they're at a new bar that opened around Scarlett's place. She's actually put effort in her appearance, curling her hair and picking one of her prettiest dresses, done her best eyeshadow in ages—and yet, no amount of tequila shots can fill up the void she feels in her chest.

She ends up crying and admitting how she really feels when she accompanies Priyanka outside for a quick smoke that turns into a full therapy session. Or well, something akin to it.

“I miss her,” Kyne cries out, Priyanka wipes the tears away before the rimmel ruins her whole face.

“I know,” she replies simply.

“Shit, should I call her now and tell her everything?” Priyanka groans, visibly cringing.

“Baby, gimme your phone, you’re not calling anyone at three a.m. unless it’s an Uber,” she says, reaching to grab Kyne’s phone, and for a drunk person she’s far too quick to move her hand away.

“But--”

“Listen, bitch, you know I love talking and giving pep talks,” Priyanka cuts her off, “But, I am sure you would forget it by the morning, so we’re not having this conversation right now.”

Kyne rolls her eyes, folding her arms; why Priyanka has to be right even when both are one shot away from being drunk out of their minds? It’s not fair.

“So, now that’s sorted out,” she says, stomping on her cigarette, “We’re going home bitch, I can’t have you following me around the bar looking like a raccoon,” Priyanka speaks matter-of-factly, and Kyne gasps offended, swatting her arm. But she ends up giving in when she unlocks her phone and sees what her tears have done to her rimmel.

They go back inside to find the others to tell them that they’re leaving, and Kyne doesn’t have time to think of an excuse to give Scarlett as to why her eyes look puffy when Priyanka tells them what happened. Scarlett immediately coos and wraps her in a clumsy hug, saying how sorry she is, that she looked so happy with Kiara, she never would’ve imagined it would end so soon.

“Bobo, shut the fuck up before I cry again,” she warns, half-jokingly, half-serious. Scarlett lets her go, but a decided look settles on their face.

“Fuck no bitch, you need us now; we’re all goin’ back to my place, and we’re not lettin’ you go to sleep until you crack a smile-- and stop lookin’ like a damn raccoon.”

“I don’t look like a raccoon!” Kyne yelps, offended.

“Yes, you do,” Bo pipes up, and Kyne grumbles while her friends laugh at her expense.

So, they make their way back to Scarlett’s apartment, arms linked as they talk about anything that comes up to their minds to distract Kyne. And it works, she laughs until her stomach hurts, and tears pool at the corner of her eyes, except they’re not sad tears this time, and she feels so grateful for her friends as she kicks off her shoes, and Scarlett drags Priyanka to help them re-arrange things in her room to fit everyone.

She’s left alone with Bo, who’s been rather silent towards her these past days. Kyne knows why, but she isn’t sure right now it’s the time to bring it up.

Of course, nothing ever goes like she wants it to, so Bo clears her throat before speaking.

“Kyne, listen, I have something to tell you--”

“I know,” Kyne cuts her off, not wanting to deal with this right now. “Priyanka, she told me you hate Kiara. She told me why, she told me everything.” She meets Bo’s gaze, and it hurts her only a little when she sees the regret in her expression. Her petty side is stronger when she’s drunk.

Bo inhales sharply before speaking, “Yeah, I know. Priyanka scolded me about it when you refused to go out for lunch with us for the third time in a row,” she admits, toying with the hem of her shirt. “Listen, I didn’t mean for this to happen, I was trying to look out for you so you wouldn’t get hurt, but--”

“But it happened either way,” Kyne finishes, sinking further into Scarlett’s couch. Bo sighs, sitting next to her.

“And I’m sorry about it, you really did look happy,” she muses quietly, giving her a pat on the shoulder. Kyne can’t be bothered to swat her away again. “I guess I never really forgot her for breaking my friend Abril’s heart.”

Kyne frowns, curious; Kiara never spoke of any Abril. “Is that your friend that sabotaged projects and shit?” She wonders, turning to look at her. Bo sighs heavily.

“Yup, the one and only. She was Kiara’s friend from college, and she was the one that got her the job. I think they were dating at that point, I don’t remember well,” Bo recalls, trying to make sense of the blurry memories. In the end, she dismisses it with a wave of her hand. “Whatever. Now that I’m being honest, I wasn’t even sure the rumors about her sleeping around were true, I just believed them out of spite.”

She blinks repeatedly, not really believing what she’s hearing.

“So you feel bad for the girl that used Kiara and betrayed her trust, instead of feeling bad for the girl that got her reputation ruined before she actually started working at the company?” Kyne says slowly, and Bo cringes at herself.

“When you put it like that it makes me sound like an asshole,” she complains, and Kyne almost snaps her optic nerve with the way she rolled her eyes.

She’s over this discussion already, and she’s not really sure what did she gain out of it; closure, maybe? Whatever it is, she decides she’ll think this new information through when she’s more sober—and her face doesn’t itch with the ruined foundation. So she just stands up and asks Bo if she’s going to take her make-up off, and Bo follows her to the bathroom without saying anything.

Later on, when Priyanka and Scarlett are done scattering blankets and pillows on the ground, she’s able to sleep peacefully for what feels like the first time in years. Maybe she should keep this in mind for the next time a rich girl breaks her heart; there isn’t a better way to sleep than using Scarlett as a pillow, while Priyanka is sprawled over her and, ironically enough, butting heads with Bo.

***

Another Monday comes around, and Priyanka has decided to put the non-sense to an end. She solemnly walks up to Rita Baga’s office, saying to Tynomi that she has important business stuff to discuss with her. Yes, like that. 

Tynomi side-eyes her, but ends up letting her in, anyway. It’s still early and she knows for a fact Rita doesn’t have anything important until ten a.m., so she sends Priyanka in.

Rita looks as imponent as she always does, and the way she quirks her eyebrow at Priyanka absolutely does not intimidate her.

Fine, maybe a little.

“How can I help you, miss…?” She squints, and only then Priyanka remembers she’s never properly talked with her. 

“My name’s Priyanka, and you can help me by listening to me and then talking some sense into your friend,” she says, and Rita cocks her head, furrowing her brow. Okay, maybe she should be more specific. “I’m Kyne’s best friend, and if my instinct is right, Kiara is as sad for their break up as her. Which is why I need your help; you see, my idiot is convinced your idiot hates her, but I know better than that, so if you’d help me to push them to talk things out, I will be eternally grateful.” 

Should she be calling Kiara an idiot in front of her friend and fellow CEO? Probably not, but anyway, what’s done is done.

Rita goes from confused to surprised, to confused again. She clears her throat before speaking, “I’m sorry, I thought Kyne was the one that wanted to end things…?”

“Oh, it’s a bit of a complicated situation, but I assure you, she absolutely regrets snapping at Kiara.”

They stare at each other for a long second, before Rita finally reaches for her phone and calls up her secretary.

“Tynomi, would you mind coming in for a minute? We have a bit of a problem.”

[ranissupercool]

Bitch

Fandom: Danganronpa Characters: Mikan Tsumiki, Hiyoko Saionji Relationships: Hiyomikan Rating: Teen and up Word Count: 2,346 Summary: Hiyoko is Hiyoko, and Mikan is happy with that.

Some fluff I wrote while drunk. The Hiyoko/Mikan can be taken romantically or platonically, but it's portrayed as a friendship in this fic

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“Give me one half-decent reason why I shouldn’t stomp you six feet into the ground right now, you sneaky little rotten pig bitch.”

“B-B-Because I’m s-sorry…?”

Yeah… Hiyoko was mad. Understandably mad, but also scarily mad. This wasn’t what Mikan had been going for.

“A ‘sorry’ isn’t gonna cut it for secretly drugging me, idiot!”

“E-Eek… B-But you keep telling me to f-fight fire with fire, a-and you drugged the whole class that one time…”

“I… Okay yeah, I did do that,” Hiyoko muttered, unable to refute Mikan’s reasoning. “B-But inviting me over just to drug me with aphrodisiac is super shady and totally makes you look like a creep. I was just doing it to be funny!”

Mikan sighed. She really couldn’t win with this girl, could she? Not that she was exactly wrong, either…

“Hmph… You really are useless. I tell you to stand up for yourself and this is the thanks I get?” To be fair, Hiyoko was one of her bullies too. She knew that damn well, Mikan was certain.

Still, all she could bring herself to do was poke meekly her fingers together and apologize. She knew Hiyoko hated when she did that, but what else could she do?

“Ugh, whatever. At least I still have more self-control than you did when you got drugged. Heh, you remember that? How you were seriously about to use Peko’s sword as a--”

“I-I remember! I remember, s-so you don’t have to s-say it… Ugh… B-Besides, I-I used a low dosage…”

Still, despite Hiyoko trying to act like it was nothing, Mikan could clearly see that it was taking effect. Her face was flushed, she kept trying to fan herself… and she kept strangely shifting and rubbing her legs against each other. Seeing Hiyoko in such a state was rather odd… Should Mikan feel bad? She knew Hiyoko wouldn’t, were she in Mikan’s position, but--

“Geez, whatever. A-And stop staring,” Hiyoko huffed. Ah, Mikan had been caught�� “It makes me think maybe you did do this to perv on me. Damn lolicon…”

“A-Ah, I r-really didn’t… S-- Sorry. I, um… To make it up to you, what do you want me to do? Strip? Or you could draw something on me… O-Or I guess hit me, if you really wanted…” It wasn’t as if Mikan necessarily wanted her to do any of those things, but if it made Hiyoko less mad… Gah, and here she was trying to get back at Hiyoko for once. Yet, now she was only submitting again, wasn’t she?

“Ugh, none of that, you weirdo masochist! Why do I even bother with someone like you…”

“Th-That’s what I’d like to know…”

Ah. Crap. Hiyoko was giving her a rather dirty look now. Was that bad to say? It was the truth, but--

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about! You’re so pathetic it drives me nuts! How the hell are you expecting to survive after high school like that?”

“E-Eep…”

“Ugh… Whatever.” Hiyoko, already seeming exasperated with Mikan, let out another huffy sigh. “I guess I can at least give you credit for trying… even if I totally want to twist you up right now.”

“I-Into a crybaby pretzel!?”

“Hey, you remember! Guess you have more than half a brain cell in that dumb head of yours after all!”

“O-Oh, um… I-I try…” Mikan couldn’t help blushing lightly, even knowing that wasn’t at all a compliment. “B-By the way, are you… feeling okay? If you want, y-you can go back to your room and… y’know... I-It might make you feel better…”

“What? Are you seriously suggesting I do something so gross!?”

“I-It’s not really that gross! I-It’s… healthy…”

“Oh, I’m sure you’d know, wouldn’t you?”

“...W-Well actually, as the Super High School Level Health Committee Member… Y-Yes…”

Hiyoko rolled her eyes and flopped onto Mikan’s bed, startling her and causing her to instinctively back off to the furthest corner of said bed. “Whateverrr. I’m not doing that. You asked what you can do to make up for this, right? Keep me company and distract me ‘til it wears off.”

“Huh? Y-You want me to… talk to you?”

“Well yeah, no way I’m going to anyone else like this! Unless you’d rather I distract myself by twisting you up…”

“Eep! N-No, talking is fine! I-I just… ah, I usually memorize conversation topics for these kinds of situations, but I always get nervous and forget them…”

“God, you’re such a nerd. Maybe I should just sleep this off instead, so I don’t have to listen to your whining…”

“A-Ah, no, I… u-uh…” Mikan stuttered helplessly, racking her brain for something to talk about that Hiyoko might find remotely interesting. Unfortunately, it took her too long, Hiyoko having somehow already fallen asleep before she could think of anything to say. That aphrodisiac really mustn’t’ve bothered her very much, even despite the earlier signs…

...As anxious as Mikan may have been about being a boring host, maybe this was for the best. Hiyoko was a lot less scary when she was sleeping. In fact, if anything, she was kind of cute…

Was that creepy? That was totally creepy, wasn’t it? Mikan let out a helpless little whine for no one to hear, laying on the bed next to Hiyoko-- softly, so as not to wake her. Hiyoko was a bit of a light sleeper, and she did not like getting abruptly woken.

What was she supposed to do while Hiyoko was sleeping, though? She couldn’t just leave her there, alone. That would be rude and also dangerous, considering the mischief Hiyoko would surely get up to if left by herself to root through Mikan’s things. Maybe she could read a book…

That thought was cut short when Hiyoko began lightly clutching onto Mikan’s arm, muttering something incomprehensible. Well, now she was trapped…

...Hiyoko’s body sure was warm. And honestly, the clinging wasn’t too uncomfortable. Hard to believe this girl was capable of inflicting so much pain onto someone.

But, hey. She wasn’t all bad. Although her methods were unorthodox, she did try to inspire confidence in Mikan. While she didn’t get it at first, now that she understood, she really had to appreciate the rude, harsh girl now sleeping peacefully next to her.

She wouldn’t have dared try and drug her, otherwise.

“Wha-- You fell again !? God, you’re useless!”

“I-I’m sorry…! I’m r-really trying my best…”

“Like hell you are! Geez, I should’ve just let you clean the classroom by yourself and left with Mahiru, but no, she insisted I stay here and help… You better be grateful to her. If it weren’t for Mahiru being so generous and nice, there’s no way I’d cut a stupid bitch like you any slack.”

“Y-You’re not even helping anyways… You’re just watching…”

A pretty normal day, with Hiyoko acting the same as always. Not only that, but Mikan was forced into cleaning duty with her…

Well, ‘forced’ may have indeed been the case, but she didn’t mind. She’d been gradually getting used to Hiyoko over the past couple of years, amazed that the other hadn’t gotten bored of her by this point. Surely, she thought, if Hiyoko hadn’t gotten bored of bullying her, that meant she had to care in some way.

Er, maybe. It was, admittedly, hard to tell with her. Still, the attention was nice, and Hiyoko honestly didn’t do anything too horrible or gross, despite her insults and her threats. She may have been scary, but Mikan still preferred being with her over many of the people in their class.

She was… comfortable with how things were between them.

“And?” Hiyoko sneered. “Did you actually think I was gonna help? That isn’t stupid; that’s just delusional.”

“A-Ah… I guess you’re right…” Mikan sighed, resigned as always, and pushed herself off of the floor before picking up her fallen broom. “But, I mean… i-if you really don’t wanna be here, there’s no one to force you to stay… s-since Mahiru and Miss Yukizome left a while ago.”

“...Geez… Even when we’re alone…”

“H-Hm? I-I’m sorry, I didn’t quite get that…?”

Hiyoko narrowed her eyes at Mikan, causing her to let out a small squeak and mutter another apology. “That. That’s exactly it. Even when it’s just the two of us, you don’t do anything . Are you some kind of masochist? Is that why you let everyone walk all over you?”

“Wh-What?” This was… new. Not exactly the questions being asked of her, but the tone Hiyoko took… “U-Um, no…?”

“Then why!? No matter what I do, you complain but still let it happen. It’s ridiculous!”

“You… m-make it sound like you want me to fight back…”

“No shit. You couldn’t even tell that much? Talk about pathetic…” Hiyoko scoffed, but Mikan still didn’t quite understand what was happening, so she could only stare quietly at Hiyoko. “...God, you really had no idea. You’re so… geh.”

“Geh?”

”You’re so disgustingly pathetic it grosses me out to watch. People feel bad for you, sure, but with the way you act, they’re still too weirded out to get close to you. There’s no way you haven’t noticed that, right?”

“That’s… j-just because I’m not very likeable, right? That’s the only--”

“It’s totally on purpose! I just don’t get why… All I do know is that if you were in my position, you’d be long dead by now.”

Mikan… didn’t know what Hiyoko meant by that. She sounded incredibly serious, though. “W-Well… I’m going to be honest in that I don’t… fully understand what you’re getting at. But if you want to know the reason I let people be mean to me, i-it’s probably just because I am that pathetic. I’m n-not any good at defending my--”

“I know damn well you can defend yourself. Maybe not against everyone, but me? You totally can; you just don’t. I’ve never even seen you try to stand up for yourself against anyone before. What, have you just… given up? Is that it?”

“I g-guess that’s not exactly wrong… Um… Trying to stand up for myself has never really done me any good before. So… I don’t. B-Besides, if I did, you might…”

“What? What could I do to you that could possibly be worse than what I already do?”

Mikan wasn’t sure how this would go over with Hiyoko, but she also wasn’t sure if she would ever get to see Hiyoko being so upfront with her again, so she might as well admit it. “...I-If I deter you from being mean to me, you might get bored and start ignoring me…”

“Seriously? Isn’t that still ten times better than getting insulted and hit and stuff all the time?”

“I-I don’t really think so…”

“...I think I’m starting to see why I haven’t been able to provoke you into fighting back so far…”

Was… that really what Hiyoko had been doing? This whole time? No, it definitely wasn’t that at first… but… maybe over time, Hiyoko had grown to be concerned for her? Mikan really wanted to know, but she couldn’t be sure without asking Hiyoko herself. “Um, do you… maybe… not… hate me?”

Hiyoko stared at Mikan for some time, perhaps trying to read Mikan the same way she was trying to understand Hiyoko.

Then, she sighed. “You really are an idiot.”

“Nrgh… Mikan…”

Mikan slowly opened her eyes. Right, she was still in her room, in bed, with…

“ Mikan! ”

A tiny hand roughly pushed against one of her boobs, and she realized her position had changed since she last remembered. She was hugging Hiyoko to her chest, arms and legs practically clinging to the girl… When did that happen?

Hell, what time was it?

“S-- Sorry…” She let go of Hiyoko, who immediately sat up.

“Jesus, what was that supposed to be? Were you trying to suffocate me or something!?”

“Wh-What? No, I…” Mikan sat up herself, glancing to the digital clock by her bed. 8 PM… it had been a few hours since Hiyoko went to sleep, so that must have meant… “I-I think I fell asleep after you did. Whoops…”

“Geez… Weirdo.”

“A-Anyways, how do you feel? Did the aphrodisiac wear off?”

“Must’ve. I’m not feeling anything.”

“Ah, that’s good…”

“Good? I don’t think you quite get the point of getting me back with the drug… Whatever. It’s a start, I guess.”

Mikan perked up a bit, leaning slightly closer to Hiyoko. “A start? Um… D-Does that mean I did something good?”

“Geez, you’re not supposed to expect praise from your bullies! Anyone else would get mad!”

“E-Eh? But… You did earlier, but you don’t seem very mad now. You were so good at acting like you hated me for two years… Why not right now?”

“Well… b-because clearly, you don’t learn anything unless I tell you when you’ve done something right. So… good job… I guess.“

Mikan couldn’t help it. She smiled-- giggled, even-- but her eyes also watered and watered ‘til they spilled over with tears. She was happy, yet--

“Wh-What the-- You still can’t take one nice thing being said to you without crying!?”

“S-Sorry, I can’t help it… I told you before that--”

“I know, I know… Trust me, Mikan, we’ve both had shitty pasts. And… I get it, sorta. But if you panic or cry whenever someone’s nice to you, you’re gonna scare them off. So, uh… work on that.”

“I-I’ll try.”

“Good. Also, stop apologizing for everything. It’s annoying.”

“C-Can’t make any promises on that one…”

“Huh? Did some useless pig just try to talk back to me? Did you forget who’s in charge here? Just because I’m trying to help you out here doesn’t mean I’m not totally willing to twist you up into a dumb little crybaby pretzel.”

Oddly… that just made Mikan laugh. “I’m not a useless pig… Hiyoko, you bitch.”

“Hey, that’s my word. Next assignment is to think of an insult without plagiarizing me. Bitch.”

“No… I think I’m still going to call you a bitch. Bitch.”

Hiyoko snorted. “...Maybe you are getting better at this.”

[hholyholland]

tom holland request: he gets jealous because he’s over-protective and doesn’t wanna lose you and then you two get into a fight but after a few days miss each other too much? does that make sense?but could it be not in a bar? like in an award show or something? and angst angst angst angst please! i live for it lol

I know you said not in a bar but I had no other ideas popping into my head i’m sorry !! also I don’t know if I wrote enough angst, i’m bad at it but I hope you like it

word count: 1,840

warnings: angst, cussing, inappropiate touches ?

REQUESTS: OPEN

“Baby are you ready to- woah.”

Tom walked into the bedroom to see you stood by the mirror, fixing yourself up.

You turned your head and smiled at him, “Like what you see?”

“Baby I don’t know if I wanna go to that award show now.” He pulled you closer by the hip, his grip was tight on you as you kissed his jaw.

“Let’s go Tom, we don’t wanna be late.”

He sighed but nodded, he knew that if they didn’t go his team would kill him and the media would probably make conspiracies as to why they didn’t show.

As soon as the two of you stepped out of the black SUV, you were rushed to the carpet and blinded by the press, interviewers asked your boyfriend multiple questions and you stood admiring him.

He wasn’t nominated for anything, but he was there in support for the people that were.

The award show went smoothly, two of his friends had won so it was only right to go to the after party.

Tom wanted to go home and be with you, but he understood that you wanted to be out and have fun.

You knew a majority of people there, but Tom did have to step in and introduce you to some people you didn’t know. After a while the two of you separated from each other and went to go socialize and congratulate people on their awards.

“Love, you look absolutely gorgeous!” A guy approached you and you turned around seeing no other than Frankie Grande.

A huge smile immediately appeared on your face and the two of you hugged.

“Frankie! It’s so nice to finally meet you!”

“Glad to say the same! Y/N how have no guys snatched you up tonight?” He ran a hand down your side, feeling the silk of your long dress.

It sent a chill up your spine since no one else touches your side like that except Tom.

“Well, I came with my boyfriend.” You lightly laughed, “Did Ari come?”

“No she didn’t, but who is your man?” Frankie rose his brows at you, you were surprised, you didn’t wanna sound like that bitch but most people only knew you as Tom Holland’s girlfriend.

“Tom Holland.” His jaw dropped and he lightly pushed your shoulder telling you to ‘shut up’ in a playful manner.

“Yeah! I thought you knew!”

“Must’ve slipped my mind, I’ve had a bit to drink tonight,” he looked around, “why aren’t you with him?”

“Decided to go around and socialize a bit.” You shrugged, he nodded and a smirk grew on his face, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Let’s tease the hell out of Tom, just cause it’ll be fun!” You laughed and nodded, you had been a tease since you left the house so you knew you were really gonna get him riled up.

He grabbed your hand and dragged you to the sea of people, but made sure it was around where your boyfriend was so he could see you.

You and Frankie danced with each other and some mutual friends, it was playful flirting dancing and Tom was able to see that from where he was standing.

Jake Gyllenhaal approached him and nudged his arm, “Your girl sure is having a good time man.”

“Yeah, she’s having fun.” A conversation sparked between the two and Tom’s eyes lingered off of you and to Jake.

Suddenly your hips were roughly grabbed and you yelped, thinking it was Frankie but when you turned it was someone you didn’t recognize.

“Sorry if I scared you love.” He chuckled getting close to you, “I’m Drew.”

“You’re fine, I’m Y/N.”

The two of you started to talk, but also dance with each other at the same time, you really didn’t think much of it, but Drew had been giving you lingering touches or grabbing you in risky places.

“Oh, dude look.” Jake looked over Tom’s shoulder and saw you with a man that wasn’t Frankie, he had his hands on your lower back, and from what he was able to see it didn’t look like you were doing anything about it.

He stared at the two of you for quite a while, every time his hands moved Tom tensed up, getting ready to barge in and take you away.

You started to feel uncomfortable after a while and decided enough was enough, so you lightly pushed at his arms that were subtly traveling south.

“I’m sorry, I have a boyfriend.” You spoke, and he rose his brows, not moving his hands.

“Oh, well if you ever get bored of him just dm me.” And with that he pinched your butt and you jumped glaring at him and getting ready to slap him or say something so he’d get the smirk off his face, but before you could Tom was right next to you, with a tight grip on your arm pulling you away from Drew.

“Ow! Tom you’re hurting me!” You hissed, it felt like an Indian burn as he pulled you into a private hallway.

He threw your arm down and looked at you with furious eyes.

“What the hell was that out there?!”

“I don’t know! Some random guy just-”

“A random guy? Are you fucking kidding me Y/N, you don’t even know him and you’re letting him touch you in ways I touch you!”

“I wasn’t expecting him to get all touchy! Will you just calm down?” The argument was dumb and you just wanted to move on from it, but no.

“You expect me to calm down after seeing my girlfriend practically chest to chest with a random guy whos being all flirty and trying to get a go at you?.” He scoffed shaking his head.

“I had it under control, I was gonna slap him before you barged in.” You leaned against the wall, crossing your arms and rolling your eyes.

“No you didn’t. If you had it under control you would’ve pushed him off of you the second he grabbed you inappropriately, hell for all I know you could’ve liked the way he was touching you huh?”

“You’re fucking kidding me, don’t be delusional Tom! I didn’t have an issue with it until he started to roam, that’s when I got uncomfortable, you’re the only one that’s allowed to touch me like that and I didn’t like the way it felt so don’t you dare say I liked it.”

“Since you think I liked it so much maybe I should just go back over to him.”

You were angered at this point, tears threatened to spill as you shoved your finger into his chest and walked away.

Of course you weren’t gonna go back to the man that caused you and Tom to fight, you were gonna go home, maybe stay the night at a friend’s house.

Ubers were already outside the building for anyone that wanted to leave and you got into one giving them the direction of your home.

On the drive there you texted Laura and asked her if it would be okay to stay at hers for a bit since something went down between you and Tom.

Within minutes she responded with, “Of course, whatever you need I’m here.”

You didn’t know what was gonna happen to your relationship with Tom, it was the worst fight the two of you had ever been in.

You stayed at Laura’s overnight, and the next, and the next. You had basically been living there for almost a week, but she didn’t mind, she was your bestie and knew you were hurt.

You missed Tom, you missed his kisses, and the way he held you. You missed the comfort of your own bed, and the warmth from Tom’s body.

The fight was so stupid, but yet so effective.

“Have you talked to him at all since?” You and Laura sat on her couch together, letting Birdbox play.

You shook your head, “No, I’m kinda scared to.”

“Talk to him Y/N, I don’t want you guys to break up cause that means you’d have to move in with me.” She lightly joked and you rolled your eyes.

“It’s been a couple days, why hasn’t he contacted me?”

“Oh we’re not starting this. He cares about you and knows how upset you were, he’s just giving you time and he’s gonna wait until you’re ready to talk since he’s the one that initiated the fight.”

And it was true, Tom had been texting Laura asking her how you were doing. He was overprotective of you, he had protected you through a lot of things, and as your boyfriend it was natural for him to get jealous.

He knew he messed up by accusing you of things and yelling at you, but at that moment he just wanted to punch that man in the face, but he couldn’t so he just took it out on you which was the worst decision he’s ever made, and Tom’s done a lot of dumb stuff.

He didn’t wanna lose you, he missed you, he missed your laugh and being able to call you 'baby’ or 'angel’, he wanted you back in his arms. He never meant to hurt you.

“I miss him Laura.” You sighed putting your head back on the couch cushion.

“Then go talk to him, cause I promise you he misses you a whole lot more.”

You nodded and got up grabbing your stuff and thanking your friend for everything she’s done for you and made your way back home.

You opened the door with your key and as soon as you walked through the door Tessa came running towards you, and you smiled petting her and giving her attention since you hadn’t seen her in a couple days.

“Tom?” You called out, but you got no response. The television was off so you just thought he was out, but when you walked into the bedroom you saw him lying there sound asleep.

You quietly sighed and walked over to him, you shook his shoulder a bit and called his name a few times in hopes to wake him up, which it did.

“Tom wake up.”

“Y/N! Baby, I am so fucking sorry, I fucked up and I never wanted to make you feel bad or hurt you, I care about you so much. I’m so sorry angel.”

He reached out for your hand and you let him grab it, “It’s okay Tommy, I messed up too, I understand why you were mad and I’m sorry.” You sighed.

“I love you so much, please don’t ever leave ever again.” Tom sighed as well wrapping his arms around you and pulling you onto the bed.

“I missed this” you smiled into his chest as he kissed the top of your head, “I love you too Tom.”

And although the apologies weren’t long and sentimental, all they really needed was each other and a few simple words to forgive such a mistake.

[amatisherondaale]

23 people, fine. but then the audacity to bitch and whine and pout about me, to feign that level of insecurity is mind-blowing. to be fair, the insecurity must be real. what I can’t wrap my head around is how he can feel that way and be so narcissistic at the same time. a sensitive narcissist, that’s not too crazy. from the way he’d talk about it, I assumed he’d slept with about 5 people but really it’s 23. at the end of the day, it really doesn’t matter to me, at least not in the one sense he seemed to be alluding to. he’s phenomenal in bed and he made it sound one time as if he was insecure because he thought I had been with more people and had better sex, which is quite frankly not the case. he’s the very best, it’s not even on a comparable scale. the emotional intimacy, the days, weeks, months we’ve shared together make for something very new and very wonderful. so there’s no issue there but obviously there’s no issue there, he has plenty of fucking experience. (get it? fucking experience?) god, I wanna rip my hair out. then we come to the next line of reasoning which may have been that he thought I'd been with a million bajillion people but we can reject that hypothesis because he knew it was under 20. he knew that. so at that point he was just being delusional. unless 19 would have threatened him which is fair but still, less than twentyfuckingthree. a body for every year he’s been alive, how poignant. mr. madonna-whore complex. you’re a freud case study and that's the man who came up with the Oedipus complex so you’re holding some great company. multiple times now, on multiple occasions, you’ve proposed we just be friends with benefits and to that I say never. the only benefit we will reap of each other as friends will be the plain benefit of platonic friendship, nothing more. you can thank yourself for that stance, all those tirades about whores and sluts and hoes were duly noted, I wouldn’t dare disparage myself like that, no. I have too much respect for myself. ironic, isn’t it? you think you got the short end of the stick and ended up with the whore, your words not mine, but for the sake of keeping with the name of the complex, I am infinitely complex. I am both the madonna and the whore and you are so close-minded for not being able to see that. in reality, however, I am neither the madonna nor the whore. I'm simply myself, my multifaceted self. all of this boils down to your hypocrisy. you’re projecting. calling me the case study for insecurity when really it’s you. the reason I'm not bothered by your past and the people in your life is not because I don’t care, you know I care. it’s because I'm secure. ironically, part of that security comes from your love bombing which I'm also guilty of, unknowingly, but it seems not to have worked on you. I still couldn’t tell you exactly why I said the things I said or why I did the things I did but I can assure you that they were never meant to hurt you and had I known that would be the outcome I wouldn’t have done it; I wouldn’t have done it regardless. but the fact that you tried to pull the same thing on me, the fact that you said things to purposefully hurt me, like the detail about sofie being pretty points to some ego problem. perhaps even more telling is the fact that I didn’t even register it at the time. you mentioned in a conversation we had that you’d done this and I couldn’t recall it at all. of course it hurt to find out about it later but that means I was completely unscathed when you tried it. and still, you do petty things like that. what was the point of asking if any of my friends had tinder? it had nothing to do with the conversation we were having and you quite literally pulled it out of your ass just to be able to tell me you’d matched with them. cool? really, what’s the point? I would say it’s a thinly veiled attempt at hurting me but it wasn’t veiled at all. I know you couldn’t care less about my friends or at least I’m confident you couldn’t and you must know that I know so that’s clearly the dumbest thing ever. it’s borderline pathetic. it’s funny that someone on such a high horse would stoop to such low levels to wound me. you can be so pompous sometimes. you have emotionally tormenting nightmares about me cheating on you. I have never cheated and would never cheat, cheater. you make me swear on my sister’s life for everything when I have told you nothing but the truth, liar. you say we’re all good but then you go and sit on your laptop, brooding, only to lift your head up, turn to me and announce audaciously that stupid 94% statistic. oh but the universe is so good and so quick to knock you off your high horse. same. exact. number. not so haughty anymore huh. by your logic, that makes you a man whore. and a fucking hypocrite. I'm sorry no one loved me. please, keep reminding me. you went into this with no respect for me. that’s so shitty. you didn’t have one ounce of respect for me as a person, you didn't make a single shred of effort and you brag about it. that makes you a bad person. you said I mean less than sofie and you said this only a few days ago. you said you only kept seeing me, kept me around, cause you were hoping to meet someone else. you suck. my feet are fucking bleeding from walking on eggshells, all to protect your fragile ego. I deserve so much better. 

[officergrimes-daddydixon]

The Beginning of The End of The World.

(Request: So I’ve seen a lot of imagines where Daryl is cold, distant and rude to the reader, and the reader is trying to find out why, then it turns out that Daryl likes the reader, Can you make the same thing but vice versa?)

Note: Im sorry this took so long to get out, i hope you enjoyyyy!!

Warning: mild fluff, mild angst —————————————————————————————————-

Daryl watched you from across the road. He had been trying to figure you out for a while now. You were the only person out of the Alexandrian people that he didn’t get. He saw weakness in the others, he knew that they hadn’t experienced the outside world, not like he had. But you were different, you kept your distance from everyone and only spoke when spoken to, you never sparked up the conversation. He also had an attraction to you, he didn’t know whether it was the way your hair flowed in the breeze or the way your clothes hugged your curves, but he hadn’t felt this in a while and he wasn’t prepared to start again. Daryl was getting angry now, he’d always been able to read people like a book, and he was getting mad that he couldn’t figure you out.

The new group were strong, you could see that by the way they were always alert and you could see the lost memories of the people they once loved in their eyes. You noticed how one of the group members didn’t exactly make himself comfortable here. Daryl. He was different from the others, maybe a little more broken than them. You could tell he didn’t trust this place, and to be honest you couldn’t blame him. The people here had no clue of the hell outside, but that’s why you were there, to help teach them to fight and hopefully Rick’s group would join you in teaching them.

“(Y/n)?” Deanna approached you and smiled when you looked over to her. “How are you doing?”

“I’m fine” you said, forcing a small smile onto your face.

“Great! I was just wondering if you could quickly take over the interviews for me, Spencer needs my help with what we need on the next supply run. Could you do that for me?”

You looked at her with a poker face, part of you not wanting to deal with meeting new people but the other curious as to what their story was. “Okay” you finally said.

“Thank you so much! Daryl is waiting”

Deanna walked off and you sighed. What were the odds that you got the one who probably wouldn’t talk? You sat up from your porch and started to walk to Deanna’s house. Once inside you saw Daryl leaning against the door frame, he had half a dozen squirrels tied to a string that hung from his hand.

“You’re a good hunter” you said, startling him as he turned to look at you. You walked into the living room and saw the small camcorder set up just behind the sofa.

“You don’t know shit about me” he replied, walking into the room behind you, looking around at the books that lay perfectly on the bookshelf.

“I know that you like to keep your distance. I know that you don’t trust this place, and I can assume that you have a troubled past, just by the way you act.”

The camera was recording now, catching the tension that was thickening in the room. Daryl kept his eyes on yours as he tried to read through you, but he got nothing.

“Whatever. Just do what you gotta do” he said, pacing around the room.

“You can sit down you know, I won’t bite” you joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Daryl noticed this but ignored you, continuing to stand and look around. You began to ask Daryl the usual questions that Deanna asked every new comer, but Daryl wasn’t working with you, always taking long to reply or just ignoring your question. You decided to ditch the questions, you’d ask some of your own.

“So, you lost your family?” The questions caught Daryl off guard and he stopped pacing, pausing to look at you.

“What does that have to do-”

“Just answer the question.”

“My family’s out there” Daryl pointed out the window, indicating his group.

“Any brothers? Sisters?”

“A brother”

“How’d he die?”

“It aint important how he died”

You paused for a second, maybe you’d get somewhere if you went about it differently.

“Any parents?” You saw him stiffen and you knew you hit a nerve, now you just had to make sure you didn’t cut it.

“What’s your name?” Daryl asked, nudging his chin at you.

“(Y/n)”

“Well (y/n), what about your parents? What happened to them huh? You got any brothers or sisters that died? Any family at all? Cause I’m seeing you walking around here with no one by your side and I can’t work you out.” He was rambling now, letting out his frustration. You wanted to see how far you could push him.

You grinned and let out a small laugh. “Let’s keep to me asking the questions”

Daryl looked like he was about to say something but he didn’t.

“So, tell me about your parents” you said again.

Daryl sat down this time, leaning back in the chair and resting his dead animals over the arm of the chair.

“Mom died in a fire. Dumb bitch burnt the whole house down cause of some stupid cigarette she didn’t put out” He was looking to the floor, not making eye contact. You quietly turned the camcorder off, respecting his privacy.

“My dad was just some alcoholic who liked to take his anger out on me, and my brother-” Daryl paused, thinking back to a time when his brother was alive, all the way up to his death. “He was a druggie who liked to get laid and go to strip clubs” Daryl finally looked up at you, wondering whether you were even listening to him or not. You had such a poker face he could never tell.

“That’s a lot for you to carry” was all you said.

He got up and scoffed. “You don’t know what I can carry. You’re just some privileged bitch who can hide behind these walls!”

“That’s not true” you argued back, not realising that you were allowing him to see your weakness.

“Yeah it is! You been behind these walls with a shit load of supplies and houses with beds! You have no idea what it’s like out there”

You were standing now, both of you in each other’s faces. “You don’t know anything about me Daryl! I haven’t been behind these walls all this time! I know what it’s like to have to survive out there and have to watch not only your back, but others too! I lost all my damn family and friends out there!” You shouted, only realising what you had said after.

You looked up at him to find him shocked by everything you had said. You both opened up to each other, and for people like you that was a hard thing to do. You turned your head and wiped away a tear, forcing yourself not to cry in front of him.

“Am I interrupting something?” Michonne was standing at the door, she had heard everything that went on and you quickly looked up at her. “Deanna said you were doing interviews?”

“Not anymore. We’re done for the day, come back tomorrow” you said bluntly, looking at Daryl before walking out of the room in a rush.                                                                                           ******

It had been a couple of weeks since that day. You and Daryl had spoken since your little row. It was nothing much, just small talk whenever Deanna threw a party or if you had to go out on a run, but you two had an unspoken understanding going on, none of you would talk about anything other killing walkers or getting supplies. Daryl was the first person to know about what had happened to you before you found Alexandria. You hadn’t even told Deanna or the others, you lied so they would accept you.

Deanna was throwing another party tonight. Ricks group loved it, free booze and food for all, it reminded them of how the world once was.

“Why aren’t you getting ready?” You looked up from tying knots on a rope to see Jessie standing above you in a fitted red dress.

“For what?” you asked, continuing to loop the rope together.

“Deanna’s throwing a party for Spencer’s birthday!”

“She throws too many parties. And who cares whose birthday it is? Shit like that doesn’t matter anymore”

You weren’t looking at Jessie but you could tell she was a little taken aback by what you said. “Don’t you think you should go just to show your appreciation for what Deanna and her family have done for you?”

“What they’ve done for me?” you stood up and took a step forward, intimidating her. “How about what I do for this whole community? I’m the one who taught her sons how to protect themselves. You guys wouldn’t be here without me. So how about a little appreciation for what I want. I want to stay here and relax, okay?” you finished, sitting back down and tying the knots in frustration.

Jessie nodded her head before walking away and leaving you in a flustered state. How dare she talk to you like that? She’s just delusional, you explained to herself. She doesn’t realise how bad it is out there, and how these parties every damn week aren’t helping these people. You let out an irritable sigh and threw the rope to the floor, dropping your head in your hands. You thought about the people you had lost to walkers, or to other groups who took advantage of the weak. Behind your closed eyes, you were watching old memories, images of your younger sister innocently splashing around in the water, it was right at the beginning of the end of the world. You had no idea that sound attracted those things, so you let your sister shout and laugh in the stream. You were oblivious to the walkers that had started making their way closer to her. Next thing you knew they were drowning her, forcefully grabbing her limbs and tearing them from her body. That wasn’t the only death you encountered, but she was the first to go in your group, and you’ll never forget it because it was your fault. You should have been watching her.

A hand nudged your shoulder and you jumped, looking up you saw Daryl and he sat down next to you.

“You alright?” he asked.

You realised that your face was wet from tears and you hurriedly dried them with the back of your hand. “I’m good” you replied, sniffing and picking up the rope you had dropped before. The sun had lowered and the sky was a lightish pink colour, you watched as the Alexandrian people and Ricks group made their way to Deanna’s house, loud voices could be heard whenever the door opened.

“You not going?” you asked Daryl, who was watching the people too.

“Na, she throws too many parties” he replied, making you laugh as you remembered what you said earlier. “What’s so funny?” he asked, hostility in his voice.

“We’re just very similar”

“Yeah right” he scoffed.

“No, I’m being serious. I mean we clearly don’t fit in well to places” you said, pointing to Deanna’s house. “And we both have quite a dark past, we don’t trust people or open up very often” You said, thoughts of your past life flashing before your eyes. “As much as you may think you hate me, you know there’s something about me that’s similar to you, and that’s why you’re so intrigued”

“Who said I’m intrigued?”

“From what I see, you don’t exactly socialise well, yet here you are sitting next to me when you could be at your house”

Daryl stayed silent and you knew you were right. He knew it too, there was something that drew him to you, and it was because you two were so similar, he could relate to you on a different level, he’d never had that before, with anyone. You felt the same, although you never showed it because you’d learnt from your mistakes. No emotion= no heartbreak.

“Why don’t we go together?” Daryl spoke.

“Go?”

“To Deanna’s. I’m sure we could both use some drinks in us”

“Na I’m good”

“We’ll go for like ten minutes. We can wish Spencer a happy birthday and then go” Daryl pleaded.

You looked over at him and raised your eyebrow. You then rolled your eyes when you saw he was being serious. Sighing, you got up and told him to wait there. You went inside and a few minutes later you came out wearing a clean pair of jeans and a black top which revealed a little bit of cleavage. You saw Daryl’s eyes roaming your body before he saw you cross your arms, making his eyes gaze back up to yours.

“Damn” he mumbled.

“10 minutes” you said, your voice strong but there was a hint of joy in it from Daryl’s reaction.

He smiled at you and you both walked to Deanna’s house, you never thought you’d feel this type of way again, but you weren’t complaining. It was good to know that you still had some sort of heart inside of you. —————————————————————————————————-

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Playing With Fire .2

KANGSIK

It was clear all over Sundae's face that the only thing stopping him from hitting those kids was the fact he was holding onto Lisa. The one who had hit Lisa seemed to have dropped all signs of attitude and for the first time actually looked scared, and with good reason. Sundae's eyes were fixed on them, his jaw was clenched and he didn't need to say a word for them to see what he wanted to say, or do. Lisa wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on her own arm whispering something to him which seemed to relax him, only slightly. No one spoke, not for a while, Sundae just stared down at the teenager's, who were growing more anxious and dare I say terrified, Woo looked between the two on the floor and Sundae, the attendant stood awkwardly until he decided to pick up one of the stands Lisa had kicked down.

"Leave that, these two can do it," Woo gave his token smile to the attendant.

"We didn't do that?" the teen that hit Lisa frowned at Woo.

"She's injured and the only thing standing between you and an assault charge, besides she was trying to kick you and if she goes and cleans it up, there's no one to control him," Woo nodded at the stone statue Sundae had become. He was starting to scare me. He's normally all jokes and smiles, he barely gets angry or sad, to see him not smile is a rare thing. 

But I guess his reaction isn't exactly a surprise either, there was nothing he wouldn't do for Lisa, I've lost count of the amount of times he's taken the blame or done her work for her to keep her out of trouble with school and her parents. But she's done things for him too, her parents sent her away to an all girls boarding school abroad a few years back, I think that might have been the most depressed I've ever seen Sundae, he pretty much isolated himself, it only lasted a month though, I'm not exactly sure what Lisa did, but she got herself expelled and somehow convinced her parents that she was better off staying with us three. Woo and I weren't delusional, we might be her friends but she did it to be with Sundae, the two are grossly codependent, it's seriously unhealthy. But it works for them I suppose.

"We've got to wait for mum and dad anyway," the quieter teen muttered.

"It's not our mess,"

"Well then maybe you should get to apologizing," Sundae spoke through clenched teeth, he practically seethed at them.

He let out a sigh standing up, Woo stood between Sundae and the teens as they made their way to the knocked over displays, picking up the racks and putting all the packets and boxes of snacks back on them. They muttered quietly amongst themselves, and a few minutes later a couple, who I assumed where one of their parents, came through the door frowned at them.

"Do you want to explain to me why I got a call to come down here?" the woman crossed her arms over her chest raising an eyebrow at them. They both physically flinched and seemed to hide behind the racks they were re-stocking.

"What happened was..." the teen that had been so full of attitude trailed off.

"Actually, don't speak. You're just going to lie to me," She seethed.

"Do you want to tell me what you and your brother have gotten yourself into?" Brother?

"Sandwich," Lisa muttered.

"We, uh, well, we were here to, uh, we were just buying, um," the quiet teen stumbled over his own words.

"I'm sorry, what kind of trouble have our kids caused?" the father finally spoke, directing his question to the attendant, he was calmer than his wife, until the attendant pointed at Lisa.

"I'm confused?" the father frowned.

"That young girl over there came in to get some snacks, you sons tried to hit on her and she declined. She may have done so a little harshly, maybe even slightly rudely. But your son grabbed her by the arm and refused to let go, he was warned and when he didn't let go, she retaliated, he let go momentarily but caught a hold of her again that's when her friends entered the store. You son tried to tell me that she was his sister and that she wasn't suppose to be out and refused to let go of her arm, some things were said and as a result, your son backhanded the young woman across the face, as you can see by the split lip," the attendant pointed, his words came out low and shy.

"I understand our friend may have said some things that were a little rude, but that doesn't justify your son hitting her," I added.

"You manhandled and hit her?" their fathers face grew cold.

"What did this girl say that made you think hitting her was warranted?" their mother fumed.

"Well, we went to say hello and she said no and..."

"You hit her because she said no?" their mother looked as though she was about to beat them up.

"But she,"

"No buts, you never, ever, under any circumstances, hit a woman. I don't care what she has said or done, it is not justified," their fathers voice boomed.

"But dad, she,"

"Shut up, I don't want to hear another word from you," he held his hand up and turned to face Lisa, his expression calmer.

"I am deeply sorry about my sons behavior, and I'm sorry to ask, but is there anyway we can work something out without involving the police?They probably deserve it but it will go on their record," he pleaded with her. She seemed a little lost for words.

"We've already agreed on an deal, we're not to press charges, our friend did hit your son after all," I stated,

"It was after he slapped our friend," Woo frowned.

"I don't blame you," their mother stated, still glaring at her sons who were quietly stacking the racks.

"So, if you're not pressing charges, what is it you've agree on?" their father asked carefully.

"A sincere apology, the condition being that if Lisa, our friend, doesn't feel as though they are genuinely sorry, we do press charges," Woo stated.

"Well, what are you two waiting for? An invitation?" their father barked.

Both boys dropped what they were holding and all but ran over to where Sundae and Woo were standing, Sundae visibly tensed up, Woo stood to his right, standing slightly in front of him, I think that was more to stop Sundae doing anything than it was to protect them. There was no way those boys were going to try anything. The quieter brother had tears steam down his face, the other looked like he was trying to hold them back. They both bent at a 90 degree angle, their apology full of honorifics.

"You call that an apology?" their father raised an eyebrow. They both looked at him as if they were deer caught in headlight.

"Floor," he barked and they dropped immediately.

WOO

We left the store after finally coming to an agreement with the teens parents, they groveled on their knees for Lisa to forgive them and once both Lisa, and their father, were happy with their apology they were allowed to stand. Their mother than made sure they finished cleaning up the mess that Lisa made, and their father insisted on paying for our snacks. After a lengthy disagreement, their father finally won, honestly I think it may have hurt his pride to know his sons had hit a woman.

"Key's," I nodded towards Sundae who was still piggybacking Lisa.

"I'll drive,"

"You sure?"

"Mm, you've covered three hours, there's not far left," he shrugged.

"We're going to Busan?" Kangsik frowned coming out of the shop holding the bags of snacks.

"Surprise?" I shrugged.

"Why did you pay for accommodation when you have estate there?"

"I didn't, I just told you that so you didn't know we were going to Busan,"

"Why are we going to Busan?" he raised an eyebrow.

"The beach, the women, the food," I shrugged again.

"You couldn't have gotten that anywhere else?"

"Are you kidding me? Going to Busan is like going to another country. Don't be stupid," I frowned at him.

"Over dramatic,"

"We still have at least an hours drive left and it's going to start getting dark soon, can you two bitch at each other in the car?" Lisa rolled her eyes.

"Let's go," Sundae gestured for us to get in the car.

"Where are my snacks peasant?"

"Peasant?" Kangsik raised an eyebrow getting in the backseat.

"Sorry, scribe?" she raised and eyebrow throwing his books that were on the passengers seat at him, it was only a text book and a few note books but the text book was pretty thick.

"And you want me to give you snacks?" Kangsik frowned, pulling a disapproving face.

"If you don't, I'll just get meaner and you know it," she stared him down. He let out a sigh and pasted her the plastic bags.

"Thanks," she smiled sweetly.

"These are yours," she threw him a bag of traditional Korean crackers with laver (seaweed).

"Woo," she handed me a box of pepero and a bag of wheat puffs over the back of the seat.

"Here," she gave Sundae a bottle of strawberry milk as he turned the car on.

"Strawberry?" he frowned.

"They only had one banana and I squirted the teen in the face with it,"

SUNDAE

We were about half an hour out of Busan, Woo was asleep, Kangsik had his headphones in while he read through his text book and made a billion and one notes, and Lisa was half falling asleep, half fiddling with the radio. She'd almost be asleep when a song she didn't like would come on so she would flick through songs on my phone, which she'd connected, until she found one she liked. After she's complained a little about how there were so many crappy songs taking up perfectly good space on my phone.

"Are we almost there?" she sighed trying to get comfortable in the seat.

"Half an hour," I nodded.

"That's so long," she whined.

"Why don't you take a nap? By the time you wake up we'll be there," I suggested.

"And leave you to drive bored? What if you get tired? I have to keep you engaged,"

"Kangsik's awake, I'm sure if I start to drive into a ditch he'll wake me up,"

"That's not funny," she frowned.

"It's a little funny," I shrugged.

"Now I'm definitely not taking a nap,"

"Lalice, it's fine. Take a nap,"

"No, I'm not napping until we get to the house and we can nap together,"

"Has anyone ever told you how cute you are when no one but me can hear you?"

"Shut up," she slapped my arm.

"Now you're interfering with the driver, so you want me to drive into a ditch?"

"Would you stop joking about that?" she frowned, pouting.

"Okay, I'm sorry. But you're going to have to stop being so adorable or I'm not going to be able to pay attention to the road," she rolled her eyes, but smiled and turned her attention back to the phone in her hands.

She finally found a song she didn't hate and drifted off to sleep. Woo woke up the minute I pulled in the driveway, he was already out of the car and unlocking the front door when I turned the engine off. Kangsik took his time packing up is study material and followed Woo inside. Lisa was still asleep, I thought she might wake up when I opened her door, but I managed to lift her from her seat and carry her into the house, up the stairs and into the bedroom we'd be sharing this weekend. It wasn't until I turned to leave that she stirred, pulling on my hand and mumbling, 'stay'.

KANGSIK

I followed Woo into the house, the ground floor was just an entrance way with two doors and a set of stairs, up the stairs on the first floor was a bathroom, a study and two bedrooms, the study used to be a third bedroom but Woo's dad converted it for when he's working this way. We stopped on the third floor where the kitchen and living room were. Woo collapsed across the lounge, I put my books down on the kitchen counter.

      "Can you check to fridge?" Woo called over the back of the lounge.

"For?"

"Anything," he shrugged.

"There's still snacks in the car,"

"Snacks aren't going to get us through the weekend,"

"Oh, right," I nodded, making my way over to the fridge which had absolutely nothing but a water bottle in it, the cupboards were the same.

"Nothing,"

"Alright, let's go," he got back up.

"We just got here," I frowned.

"And we've got no food,"

"Like I said, there's snacks in the car,"

"I'm starving, Sundae, probably starving, and when Lisa wakes up, she'll also be starving. How are you suppose to cook for everyone if there's no food?" I smirked.

"Who said I'm cooking?"

"I'm joking, sort of," he shrugged.

"We'll go down to the store, get some food to last us the weekend, you can cook in here and I'll barbecue the meat, okay?"

"I'm driving," I frowned.

"As long as you're paying," he nodded.

"Sundae still has my keys,"

WOO

Sundae was almost asleep when I walked into their room, Lisa was curled up into his side with her head resting on his chest and her arm around his waist. He opened his eyes when he heard me walk in.

"What's up?"

"Just need the car keys,"

"Over there," he pointed to the set of draws just inside the door.

"We're just going to get some food, we'll be back,"

"Kay," he yawned pulling Lisa closer to him and closing his eyes.

"Want anything?"

"Banana milk," he muttered.

"Let's go," I nodded to Kangsik who'd been waiting outside the door.

The drive wasn't too long, Kangsik made a list of things we'd need while we drove so he was reasonably quiet, I pulled into the car space and turned the engine off. We were getting out of the car when the pink phone on the back seat started ringing.

"It's not me," Kangsik stated.

"It's Lisa's," I reached over.

"Who's Chesty?" I raised a eyebrow answering when Kangsik just shrugged.

"Hey hoe, took you long enough to answer," a female answered.

"Ah, who's this?"

"You're not Lisa, and don't sound like Sundae,"

"I'm not Sundae,"

"So who are you then?"

"I asked you first,"

"Yeah, but you're the stranger with my friends phone,"

"Lisa doesn't have any female friends," I frowned.

"How would you know?"

"Because I'm her bro,"

"Oh," she stated as if that meant something.

"What?"

"You're Woo,"

"Seriously, who are you?"

"What's the caller I.D say?"

"Chesty,"

"Huh, she changed it,"

"So, who you are?"

"I'm hurt you don't remember me, clearly I've been abroad too long,"

"Abroad?" who does Lisa know abroad?

"Wow, let Lisa know Chesty called,"

"Are you going to tell me who you are?"

"Nope, you'll have to figure it out," she stated then hung up.

***

"We don't need that," Kangsik frowned at me as I picked up triangle kimbap, putting it into the cart.

"I want it," I nodded I grabbed a few more.

"Shouldn't we get actual food, like for meals?"

"There's nothing stopping us from getting that too,"

"Except we don't need it," he stated going to put it back.

"I'm paying for it, so leave it," I slapped his hand away.

"That's a waste of money,"

"It's my money,"

"It's your dad's money,"

"Would you like to pay for it? If not, shut up and let me get my food,"

"Okay moody," he glared playfully.

"Just push the cart and follow me,"

We made our way through isles, Kangsik continued to remind me he had a stick up his butt, making comments about how something was unnecessary or that we could probably get it cheaper somewhere else. He means well, but sometimes, most of the time, he's just a pain.

We were halfway down one of the last isles when I spotted a girl reaching for something on a shelf she was never going to reach, I'll admit I did just watch her try for a minute, the further she stretched the higher her already high waisted black short shorts got. Once I was done looking, I made my way up to her, stood behind her and reached for the things she'd been trying to get. I didn't touch her by her bodies were so close nothing but a piece of paper would have fit in between.

"Uh, thank you," she blushed slightly when I handed her the box.

"No problem, I'm Woo," I held my hand out.

"Min Hee,"

LISA

I stretched out as much as I could being wrapped in Sundae's arms. We weren't in the car anymore, we were in our bed, well the bed we normally use when we stay in Busan, I wondered how long we'd been here? The sun had pretty much already gone down, Sundae stirred next to me but wasn't quite awake, I poked him softly in the side.

"Stop," he mumbled.

"Wake up," I poked him again.

"I'm warning you," he yawned, peeking at me though his slightly opened eyes.

"I'm hungry, wake up or let me go," I poked him again, a little harder this time.

"I don't like either option," he pulled me closer.

"Don't lie, you want food too,"

"We don't know there's any food here,"

"Woo came to get the keys earlier,"

"Yeah, but he's Woo, he could have found a girl and gotten side tracked,"

"My bro isn't going to let me starve," I poked him again.

"He might,"

"He'll just bring the girl back here," I poked him again.

"Alright, that's it," he grabbed a hold of my wrists and flipped me on my back so he was straddling me.

"Hi," I laughed.

"There are nicer ways to wake someone up you know?"

"Like how?"

"Like this," he lent down and kissed me.

"Ow," I winced.

"Sorry," he sighed.

"Let's get food before you get cranky," he sat up, pulling me up with him.

"Me get cranky? You eat way more than I do,"

"You're so cute when you pout," he kissed my forehead.

We made our way out of the bedroom and up the stairs to the living room, Kangsik was in the kitchen washing dishes as a few pots simmered away on the stove. I'm out sure exactly what he was cooking but the room smelt nice and my stomach made noises at me.

"Where's Woo?" Sundae asked.

"Upstairs with Min Hee,"

"Min Hee?" I raised an eyebrow.

"He found her at the store,"

"Told you he'd bring her home," I poked my tongue out at Sundae.

"He's known for bringing home strays," Kangsik commented.

"At least he can bring them home," I retorted.

"I could if I wanted too, I just have better things to focus on than flings,"

"No one said it had to be a fling?" Sundae stated.

"Could you go bother Woo? I'm busy," he frowned. "I think you need a nap," I poked my tongue out at him before turning to the stairs.

"What?" Sundae frowned at me.

"Why does this house have so many steps,"

"Come on?" Sundae laughed offering a piggy back, I jumped on him and we made our way up to the roof top terrace.

Woo was seated at the wooden table, his new play thing sitting on his lap. She was pretty, but Woo never picked up anyone who wasn't, she was wearing looser clothes than I was use to seeing on Woo's girls though, I guess she made up for the loose white shirt with how see through it was, the black bra she had on was a little tacky for my taste but it's not like she's going to be wearing any of it much longer anyway.

"Hey," Sundae greeted. Woo smiled at us, she turned her head to look at us. She smiled sweetly at Sundae but seemed to look straight through me.

"Enjoy your nap?"

"Until she woke me up," Sundae nodded.

"What makes you think he was talking to you?" I poked his side.

"I'm going to have bruises there," he scolded.

"No you won't, you can put me down now,"

"I don't want too,"

"These are my other friends, that's Sundae and Lisa. This is Min Hee,"

"You didn't mention any other friends," she looked directly at me this time.

"Is there a problem?" Woo frowned.

"No, but if I'd known I would have brought so of my friends to keep them company," she turned her sights back on Sundae.

"No need, Kangsik isn't into girls and Sundae doesn't need anyone's company but mine,"

"A little controlling are we?" she raised an eyebrow at me, but her voice was sweet as if she were making a joke, he face showed clearly that she was baiting me. I just looked at Woo who gave me a 'Please be nice' look.

"We've had a long day,"

"I can see that. What happened to your face?" she sounded concerned but she the attitude her face radiated when she said the word 'face' made me want to smack her across hers.

"Why don't we go see if Kangsik needs any help?" Sundae asked.

"He doesn't, you can put me down,"

"I don't want to,"

"Oh, your phone rang while you were asleep," Woo picked my phone up off the table.

"Who was it,"

"Caller I.D said Chesty,"

"Oh, did you answer?" I smirked.

"Yeah, but they wouldn't tell me who they were,"

"What'd they say?"

"That she disappointed I didn't remember her, that she'd been abroad to long, and to tell you she called," he shrugged.

"You didn't figure it out after she said abroad?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Kangsik said the same thing," he frowned.

"Come on Woo, I only know one person abroad and I only have one close female friend,"

"He's always away when she comes home, he probably doesn't remember her," Sundae stated finally letting me down.

"So stupid," I shook my head taking my phone from him.

"Will someone please fill me in?" Woo huffed.

"Rose," Sundae stated sitting down.

"Oh!" Woo shook his head.

"Who's Rose?" Woo's play thing asked sounding slightly bitter.

"My lesbian," I answered in the same bitter tone.

"She's Kangsik's little sister," Woo explained.

"She's not so little anymore,"

"She was never that little though was she, she was always a bit on the big side," he pulled a face tilting his head slightly.

"Not anymore she's not," I stated.

"No?" Woo asked, genuinely curious, plastic face didn't seem to like that though. I'm not sure she can even pull expressions with how much work she's had done on her face.

"The little bit of weight she had migrated to her boobs," I nodded.

"Little bit of weight?" Woo raised and eyebrow.

"Be careful, that's my lesbian you're talking about," I glared playfully.

"I'm just saying she was a little over weight," he defended.

"Yeah well, if you saw her know you'd try and jump her," I stated.

"I don't think so," Kangsik frowned.

"Relax, I'm not going to sleep with my friends sister,"

"If you didn't know she was Kangsik's little sister, you'd be all over that in a heart beat," I stated, knowing that it was irritating the fake faced bimbo sitting on Woo's lap.

"Can we not talk about Woo and my sister? It'll never happen," Kangsik scolded.

"I'm just saying, she's jumpable," I shrugged.

"The side dishes and rice are done, the soups almost done, so you might want to grill the meat," he ignored my comment.

"Feel like giving me a hand?" Woo turned to Sundae.

"Sure," he nodded hesitantly after looking between me and Fake Face.

"Are you going to sit out here with the girls?" Woo asked Kangsik who gave him an 'are-you-serious?' look.

"No, I'm going to go inside and study,"

"Awe, come on, come sit with us so we're not lonely," Fake Face pouted.

"You've got each other,"

"But there's no one here to protect us," she tried being cute.

"Lisa's here," he pointed, that's my gay.

"So?" she frowned.

"She can handle her own,"

"I can see that from her face," she stated sarcastically.

"Want me to prove it?" I raised an eyebrow, she just rolled her eyes at me.

"Come one, please?"

"Aren't you here with Woo?" I stated.

"Lalice, why don't you call Rose back?" Sundae suggested, his tone suggestive but his face was calm and held a sweet smile.

"Okay," I let out an exaggerated sigh.

"Play nice," Woo raised his eyebrow, I'd half expected him to be talking to me, but his gaze was directed at Fake Face, I couldn't help but smirk.

Kangsik made his way back inside to go study, Woo and Sundae headed off to the barbecue which was around the corner, close enough to hear me if I were to yell but far enough away to not hear me speaking normally.

"You must be quite proud of yourself," she glare at me the second the boys were gone.

"You have no idea," I smirked.

"Do you really think someone like you deserves the attention from three guys that attractive?"

"You should be nice to me," I warned.

"Why?" she pulled a disgusted face.

I just smirked and dialed Rose's number, she answered on the second ring.

"Woo or Hoe?" she asked.

"Hoe," I stated proudly.

"About time, I've been trying to reach you all day,"

"I was in the car, the signal was probably all over the place,"

"Where'd you go?"

"We're in Busan, we kidnapped your brother,"

"Put him in the trunk again?"

"Yep," I nodded knowing she couldn't see me, I heard her laughing.

"Did he figure out who I was?" she asked casually.

"No, Sundae had to tell him,"

"Oh,"

"Disappointed?" I smirked.

"What? Pfft, no, why would I be?"

"I don't know, the crush you've had on him since forever," I shrugged.

"I have a boyfriend, I don't care if Woo knows who I am,"

"No you don't,"

"Yes I do,"

"You have a friend you bone,"

"Well yeah, but we don't bone anyone else,"

"When was the last time you went on a date?"

"Today,"

"What'd you do?"

"We went shopping,"

"That's not a date,"

"It's totally a date,"

"What ever you say,"

"Why'd you change my contact name from Whore to Chesty?" she changed the subject.

"Because you are Chesty,"

"Yeah, you're right. So what are you up too?"

"I'm sitting with Woo's new one and done while I wait for the boys to grill the meat," Fake face glared at me when I referred to her as a one and done.

"Is she pretty?"

"Do you care?" I teased.

"He's Woo, of course she's pretty," she answered who own question ignoring mine.

"She's actually not that pretty, her face is definitely more artificial than natural. I'm a little worried if she goes near something that's too hot her face will melt," she was clenching her jaw glaring at me.

"Show me?"

"Face time?" I asked.

I tapped a few buttons and waited for the camera to work, a few seconds later, Roses face appeared on the phone screen.

"You're strawberry blonde," I nodded in approval.

"You said it'd look okay,"

"I'd do you,"

"What the shit happened to your lip?" she frowned.

"It looks gross right?"

"Yes," Fake Face muttered.

"Yeah well you look like that," I snapped.

[theripertoire]

Trolls: Not the Movie 

Disclaimer: I guess you could consider this a rant. And I guess I say the word “bitch” at least 10 times in this post. So, If you’re among the faint-hearted and self-righteous, I guess you would enjoy reading a billboard or box of cornflakes instead. Thank you.

Ever since I became active on social media, I’ve been so blessed to receive a loyal following from some incredibly amazing women – some of which I’ve become friends with too. I make sure to keep my channels of discussion open with them so that we are able to communicate on a daily basis. I receive tons of praise, advice and tips, which I’m so lucky to be getting, but I also get the occasional trolls who feel entitled to express their rubbish opinions because they have bitter lives and feel safe behind their phones, laptops or computers. In the past seven years, I’ve been asked a plethora of ridiculous questions and given countless uneducated remarks that I have maturely ignored. But, today, I have decided to share some of them with you and respond to them, one by one. Yes, I’m stooping all the way down to their level because it’s fun to be immature every once in a while.

You see, the more “known” you become, the more you have to filter your life, words and reactions. You need to think twice before saying or doing anything to avoid sending out the wrong message, and you have to be mindful of whose feelings you may accidentally hurt. It takes a lot of effort to be this mature and responsible the whole time – to be the bigger person and not care – but in fact, sometimes, it’s draining.

This is certainly a major downside of being active on social media. Stupid people are unavoidable. In fact, there’s an overabundance of stupidity in this world – now more than ever – and an idiot never realizes just how idiotic they are and sound.

If I were to state one thing I miss the most, it’s me saying whatever the hell I want to say without worrying about the repercussions. I used to get away with anything. I have a very dark sense of humor and wicked sarcasm that I have to control on a daily basis. It’s painful.

But, I’m going to go all out today and let my inner bitch shine.

Here are some of the smartest questions and remarks I’ve ever received ... and my “would have been” responses:

You look so skinny. Go eat a burger.

Well, how would you like it if I called you a whale and advised you to dive back into the ocean and diet on water and only water?

Your boyfriend will never marry you because you look like a girl that’s only for fun.

Oh looky here. He married me, and I bet you’re still as single and bitter AF.

Can I ask you something?

No. 

Your lips are disgusting.

You follow and worship Arab celebrities who look like blowup dolls. You seem to love their over inflated lips and plastic surgery abuse. What are you picking on me for? Would you like me to express how ugly that thread-like line you call a mouth is? No? So shut up.

You are so ugly.

Do you own a mirror, sasquatch? 

You are so rude.

Thank you.

I sent you a THOUSAND messages and asked you a THOUSAND times, where is your shirt from?

1.     I don’t work for you. 2.  It’s tagged in the photo, where you only had to look ONCE. 3. You need to buy reading glasses or learn how to read a caption.

Why do you look so ugly on Snapchat?

It’s my special fuck you – from me to you.  

You call yourself a fashion blogger?!?!?!?!?!

No bitch, I don’t. But that’s the only label sheep seem to know these days.

What is so stylish about you? You’re always in jeans!

I post my daily personal style, bitch. Do you want me to wear ball gowns every day so you don’t pop a vein in your neck?

Where is the “anaka”? 

You and this word are vulgar.

He doesn’t love you. 

Thank you Nostradamus. I shall break up with him now. 

Who wears a cape on their wedding dress? You’re not superman. Yuck! I’m so disappointed!

Sorry Anna Wintour. You clearly know all about fashion. And while I was planning my wedding, my sole aim was to not disappoint you. I’m immensely disappointed in myself. I should die now. 

Why did he marry you? He’s so much better looking than you!

I’m sure you received an excellent education both at school and at home.

I used to like you, but not anymore! I’m going to unfollow you!

While I wipe my tears, don’t let the door hit you on the way out.

Why did you block me on Snapchat?

Cause you were either a rude bitch, a delusional bitch, or a stupid bitch. Pick one.

Why do you keep wearing the same clothes?

Do you wear each item once then throw it? No? Then shut your face.  

Can you please do a contouring tutorial?

Why are you following me? Lost? And: No. 

How dare you?!?!?!

OH, I AM SO SORRY. PLEASE DON’T STOP PAYING MY BILLS BITCH.

Who do you think you are?

Beyonce.

Do you think you’re funny?!?!?

Yes actually, very much.

I followed you because your husband is so handsome. 

No. You followed me cause you’s a thirsty hoe. 

I find you very offensive!

Please, stop finding me.

DID YOU DO YOUR LIPS?

Will my answer change anything in your life? No? Go away now. 

WEIN EL ANAKAAAAAAAA

Why am I attracting people like you? Die.

Your knees are black. You have hair on your arms. You are not “aneeka”.

1. It’s called sharpening and adding contrast to a photo. 2. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you’re a fucking dolphin with no hair from the forehead down. 3. You are so goddamn creepy for even focusing on these things. Creepy ass dolphin. 

YOU ARE A BITCH!

Thank you!

How dare you show your followers there is traffic in Lebanon? You are ruining the image of our country!!!

Do you watch the news, bitch? There are bigger fish to fry.

Why are you always speaking English? Are you trying to look western?

1.     English is my first language. 2. You watch too many movies and have become a cliché. 3. You are a goat.

I’m going to block you.

Honey, who are you? 

How can you post videos without makeup and brushed hair?!?!

Because you are all that is wrong in the world. And because I love myself, no matter how I look. And because you clearly hate yourself so much, you probably go to sleep wearing makeup so that your cat doesn’t see how ugly you are in the morning and run away. 

You are so judgmental and aggressive.

Oh bestie, you know me so well! 

I can’t believe you answered me this way!

I can’t believe I answered you at all. Go away. 

You owe it to us to…

No honey, I don’t owe anyone anything. 

Stop complaining about haters. You’re the one that decided to make your life public.

And you’re the one that decided to follow me. If you don’t like me, unfollow me.

You call that fashion?!?

(Seven months later) Well it’s a trend now, isn’t it sheep? Get back to following your herd.

Get off Snapchat and go enjoy your day!

I’ve snapped 10 minutes of my 24-hour day. I can assure you, I’m enjoying my ass off. How about you get off my Snapchat, enjoy YOUR day, and spare me your stupid comments.

You complain too much. Stop nagging.

It’s called exaggeration, sarcasm, and fuck you. 

You are Arab and dress like that?!?!?

No. I’m human and dress however I please. Now go judge someone else, you decent, lovely person. 

Does your husband follow you on Snapchat? Does he see how you act? Stop pretending to be so cool and western. You’re a Middle Eastern, married woman!

And you’re a cow. I know because I found you on Facebook and saw your photos. What I didn’t know is that I’m not allowed to have a sense of humor If I’m Middle Eastern. What I would like to know is if your husband realizes he’s married to a creepy ass cow who harasses strangers on social media. 

I’m so sick of fake people! 

{**calls me fake, yet continues to follow and worship every fake person on Instagram**} 

It’s one thing when someone insults, attacks and says the most hurtful things and gets away with it, but it’s another ball game when the receiver answers back and puts turds in their place. I speak on behalf of many when I say this: WE ARE HUMANS JUST LIKE YOU! WE CAN READ, UNDERSTAND AND FEEL THE SHIT YOU ARE WRITING!

My social media accounts portray exactly who I am. Yes, I filter my words and actions, but I’m sharing who I am, how I think and what I do with you. Growing up, I never had an older sister to advise me on what to do. I wish I had someone that told me that it’s OKAY to gain weight, have stretch marks, cellulite, hips, bad hair days and acne. I wish there was someone who had told me that breakups, two-faced friends, and disappointments are only a passing phase and inevitable part of growing up. I wish I had known from early on that the secret to happiness is loving yourself and what makes you different. I wish I had someone that explained the most trivial things to me, such as how to wear new trends or what hair style suited my face; and the most fundamental things, like not having to pressure yourself into getting married to the wrong person by 25...or how to dress for a night out without looking like a two-dollar hooker. So, this is why I’m here. I’m here to be that honest, true, real, whatever person that you can virtually depend on. You can come to me when you’re down. My blog posts, captions and daily encounters will make you feel better or give you guidance; whether it’s through empowerment or a comic relief. One thing I will not be though, is someone that will just sit here and let bitter nobodies insult me or tell me how to live my life - simply because I’m exposed. I will always welcome constructive criticism and opposing opinions. I also accept and understand that many don’t like me for whatever reason, and I honestly won’t ever try to change that. This isn’t a popularity contest for me, and I’m not here to compete for love, acceptance or followers. I’m here to connect with those who can relate to me and see the good in me without me even trying.

On a final note, here’s an interesting fact for online trolls and rude people: your words will never change me. I will always be this way. I will always be happy. I will always read your comments and laugh at you with my friends. I will always try to be more and do more, regardless of how many people try to stand in my way. You may be very bothered by my existence, but I don’t even know you exist. Five minutes after seeing your insulting comment, I wont remember your name, where you’re from or what you look like. But you know what, one of these days, when I’m very, very bored and someone gives me a smart remark, I may decide to stalk their very existence online (same way they do), know all I need to know about them, figure out their insecurities, and punch back right where it hurts. Let’s see how it feels like to be given stupid, unasked for opinions from a complete stranger. Sounds psychotic, right? 

At times, I may be rude, sarcastic, politically incorrect, loud, and brutally honest, but I am always kind. Kindness is becoming a rare trait these days. These days, WOMEN are the ones trying to put other women down. And when I come across “women” like that, yes, I do enjoy giving them a harsh taste of their own medicine. Stay posted, cause I ain’t goin’ nowhere :-)

XX -R