#oh broke me mock me bully me its okay i will come to you no matter what yeah you used to this.

[candlesoul]

i bet on losing dogs i know they’re losing and i pay for my place by the ring where i’ll be looking in their eyes when they’re down i’ll be there on their side i’m losing by their side

[eddiessluttywaist]

as if (part 3)

AGELESS/BLANK/UNDER 18 BLOGS ARE NOT WELCOME TO INTERACT. PLEASE RESPECT MY RULES AND BOUNDARIES

summary: reader isn’t keen to playing the usual games between her and eddie after how she felt sunday night, and eddie can’t stand losing her attention. PICK WHAT ENDING YOU WANT AFTER.

pairing: bully!mean!perv!eddie munson x perv!fem reader

word count: 8,704 words (9,272 total words with the fluffy ending, 9,516 total words with the angsty ending)

content/warnings: swearing, SMUT MDNI (y/n is 18), bully!eddie, mean!eddie, perv!eddie, bully kink (?), dominating, breeding kink, mocking, teasing, biting, dacryphilia, groping, pet names (doll face, princess), degradation, some embarrassment, yearning, menophilia, angst :(((, feelings :(((, fluff(what? who said that?). i think that’s all pls tell me if i miss anything!

a/n: thank you for all the love :( i’m truly so surprised and grateful and just super flattered so thank you!! i hope i didn’t fuck this up by giving it crap endings sobs. i saw some were interested in a bit of a better look into eddie’s thoughts/feelings so i hope those lil parts are good! i’m considering the occasional blurb in the future about them tho so 👀 OH ALSO!! the past week or so tumblr had a bug on their app that cut off the ends of my posts >:( so I’d appreciate it if you could look back to double check you caught the full ending so you get the proper experience! okay i’m shutting up now!

part one - part two

*

You weren’t as responsive to his teasing that Monday…or, well… just about the rest of the school week so far, for that matter. You blamed your mood drop on his indifference, and the cramping that you assumed was only from this weekend. You had been sure it was just your cervix making its opinions on Eddie known, but then—after your second sugar pill of the week—you got your period Wednesday night. This culprit seemingly just as likely for that aching in your lower abdomen and back. It was welcome evidence that your birth control was working, but the appreciation for its presence didn’t last long with all the cramping and the bleeding. You hated getting your period, no matter how many older women reminded you of your “connection to Mother Nature” and “the beauty of the womb.” It’s messy and painful and almost always broke out your face.

So no you aren’t playing Eddie’s usual games—instead going silent on him or answering in an empty murmur. Part of you worries it’s going to all build up to one particularly heinous act, but he surprisingly didn’t get worse. He only bothered you with the same old stuff more frequently. By Thursday he’s pestering you constantly with his teasing, and his grabbing, and honestly? Just about every trick in his sick little book which were usually tastefully sprinkled throughout the week.

“So you’re not talking to me? Playing hard to get or somethin’?” He whispers from behind you in the lunch line. You grab a saran-wrapped cookie and put it on your tray.

“What? You on your rag or something?” Eddie scoffs in response to your ever freezing cold shoulder. He’s out in the tundra these past couple of days. You make a face and continue moving through the line.

“Come on… don’t fuck me and forget me, babe. You’ll break this ol’ cynic’s heart and I’ll never recover.” He teases with a wide smile, hand placed over his heart before it drops to settle on the small of your back and gradually travel down to cup your ass. He’s pleasantly surprised that you’re not gently nudging him away like you had the last time he attempted his usual lunchtime groping, but something feels different. He glances down as he flips up your skirt only to reveal small shorts in the same pattern of your dark, plaid skirt. Your worst nightmare is bleeding through a light-colored pair of pants or skirt, so you always wear darker clothes on your period, and you trade skirts for skorts in favor of the added coverage.

“What the fuck is this shit?” He scowls, tugging at one leg of the shorts.

“It’s called a skort. We’ve had this conversation before.” You sigh, thanking the lunch lady as she hands you your tray and eyes the metalhead trailing behind you.

She thinks he resembles an abandoned puppy who grew mean and practiced his bite and his bark just to follow after you with his tail between his legs. If she had any genuine interest in connecting with the student body she fed 5 days out of the week, she might’ve made a playful joke about you having him whipped. But she didn’t care that much.

“I don’t think we have.” He grins, wondering if you even noticed you let yourself talk to him.

“You do it every time I’m on-“ You catch yourself almost admitting you were on your period, which would certainly only pull new harassment from him, so you pretend to correct a simple mistake. “In. Every time I’m in a skort.”

He hums disapprovingly.

“Yeah, well… I…” He trails off as you simply walk away from him to your usual spot in the cafeteria. You don’t bother to stay at his table you two reached just for him to finish making some crude joke before ultimately shooing you away anyway. “Okay… or be a bitch.”

He grumbles that last bit, landing into his usual spot at the head of the table. A few of the other Hellfire members are still staring even when he clearly takes notice.

“Can I help you?” He snaps, everyone who had been staring immediately looking down at their food. He huffs, adjusting his position in the chair to get more comfortable and lets his gaze move over to your table. You’re sat so pretty it’s like your image could actually advertise such a crappy plastic chair. The way your ankles are crossed underneath you, book cracked open on the table with all of your attention on it as you sat with your body leaned into the table. Your food was hardly touched due to a pang of nausea that he was completely unaware of.

“You know if you like her maybe you shouldn’t pick on her so much.”

Eddie grimaces at the comment that’s—in his opinion—beyond a disregard for his rank at this table, icy glare on the curly haired freshman. There are panicked faces and soft muttering around the table showing he isn’t the only one taken aback by this.

“I…” the boy falters, putting the spoonful of pudding he’s about to eat back down. “I just mean if… if you like her. I dunno… you’re kinda mean to her, Eddie.”

He eats his scoop of pudding now, his bold words inspiring the wiry one that always sits next to him. Eddie’s burning glance flits over to him now that he’s speaking, his expression remaining unimpressed with etches of frustration in the shadows of his facial features.

“Yeah, which is actually totally weird cause you’re not like that at all.” The brunet speaks in a rapid ramble like usual. “Like, you took me and Dustin and Lucas under your wing cause we were new and weird and alone and stuff like that—no, I know Lucas has been ditching Hellfire for the jocks, but anyway— you’re always talking back to those asshole jocks—which is totally cool—so I don’t get why you’re not like that with her.”

“I’m sorry, I must be confused.” The man spoke with sarcastic interest, a sinister smile breaking out onto his face. “Are you two talking to me? About something that is, quite frankly, none of your business?”

The two boys look at each other, the nerves shared between them tangible. Eddie raises a brow and tilts his head when they face him again. Still silence. Mike swallows anxiously.

“Well?” He sneers, flicking some of his trail mix at them.

“Sorry, Eddie…” They say in unison as he chews slowly, staring them down. He rolls his eyes as his body slowly relaxes again in his spot and he glances at you again. You were at least breaking off pieces of your cookie now, still reading your book.

“She’s not new or weird or alone anyways. She’s always with the smart kids.” He states, before holding up a hand as his gaze returns to the pair. “Not that I’m inviting you two shitheads to stick your noses in my business.”

The freshmen, along with a few others at the table shift to look over at you. You’re still engrossed in whatever you’re reading and you looked miserable, even if you were enjoying a good book. You look tired.

“Dude, literally no one is interacting with her. There’re the Jacobson twins talking at one end—probably still fighting over what’s the right answer to the equation from algebra class (it’s zero, by the way). Then there’s Richie and Greg from advanced calculus. Some people I don’t know…” Dustin mutters that last part before continuing, “And yes technically speaking there are a few girls sitting with her, but they’re not even talking. They probably don’t even know her.“

Eddie stares him down, the conversation still on you burning away at something inside him. He doesn’t want to talk about it. He doesn’t want to talk about you or how lonely you look. He doesn’t want to talk about inviting you over. And he certainly doesn’t want to talk about how mean he is to you, cause he has no interest in trying to break down the intricacies of the crossover between bullying you and fucking you. Especially to freshmen.

“Just saying.” Dustin finally sighs in defeat, clearly getting no response from the DM sat at the head of the table. “But seriously, tugging on a girl’s pigtails cause you like her is completely grade school.”

*

Eddie had figured that having sex would change things between you two, but he imagined it changing for the better. Things like fucking you in the janitor’s closet or in the back of his van in the parking lot. Feeling you up between classes. Being so fucking mean to you all day until you were all wet and needy for him by the time that final bell rang.

He certainly didn’t imagine this.

At the start of the school week, Eddie didn’t entirely notice your lack of participation. Just that something felt… off-kilter in your interactions. It had been on Tuesday night that he realized nothing felt right because you weren’t glaring at him or shoving him away or pouting up at him. You didn’t even turn your head when an object was flicked at you, you just kept your eyes on the chalkboard.

Now he isn’t particularly well known for his critical thinking with… well… anything other than music, DND, and—subsequently—the math that came along with both hobbies. And, of course, selling drugs. So it’s somewhat understandable that poor Eds didn’t even realize what caused the imbalance for a whole day or two. Once he realized it though, it only frustrated him further. It irritated him that you weren’t playing the game, and it irritated him that it bothered him so much in the first place.

Why aren’t you snapping back at him? Why are you ignoring him, and if you even do look over: why was it always with a sad glance? Why, when he toyed with your skirt on Monday did you tilt your head to the side and quietly ask him to please leave you alone? When he saw you first thing Monday morning with circles under your eyes that were barely disguised by drug store concealer; Why, when he leaned into you as he passed you in the hall with a quiet “Something keep you up last night?” Did you only give him a passing glance with lips pressed together in what might’ve been an attempt at a small smile just to fall flat with that dull look in your eyes.

Being how he is, his game plan had been to keep bugging you constantly. Wear you down until you were finally glaring or giggling or whining, and everything could be back to the way it was. Maybe you were just suddenly playing hard to get. Being a teasing brat who would eventually have a smirk sneak out so he knew you were toying with him, and he could make you pay for it later. That smirk never quirked up your lip though. You were still such a rainy cloud drifting through the school.

The little twerp got to him at lunch today, too. He wonders now if maybe you were sick of the way he acted, and realized you want deserve someone a little less inclined to pigtail-tugging and a little more open and romantic. But why now? He thought you enjoyed it all. That’s why he wasn’t expelled already. That’s why you fucked him and called him for more. Right? Sitting in his van instead of attending the last class of the day, Eddie rubs his hands over his face and lets out a frustrated groan. He feels something crucial missing in him at the fact that he’d rather pull teeth than drop down his smug and playful demeanor even for a second and show you that he’s yours.

He noticed you were pretty when you were a sophomore, but not much else. Now in your senior year with him, god—you aren’t even pretty. You’re fucking devastating, and he knows his methods of showing affection aren’t something that will stand the test of time. You’ll grow tired and fuck it, he’d be living up to that Munson name if he has to see you with someone else—probably wind up serving time right alongside Pops after leaving some guy in the hospital. So maybe there were tweaks to be had. Even if he’s bitter and reluctant about it. (And did I mention bitter?)

Eddie pulls his hands away from his face at the faint sound of a bell, letting the side of his head fall against the window with a solid thunk as he awaits the crowds of students rushing out of the school.

*

You’re passing by others on your way out of the building, just as relieved as everyone else to be going home for the day—not that your excitement showed. It’s more of a calm relief to be heading to your room again than everyone else’s bubbly enthusiasm to make plans for the rest of the day. (When they should be getting their assignments done after all it’s not Friday yet, you think, but maybe that’s just because you evidently have no life.)

Making your way through the parking lot, a loud horn makes you jump. Your eyes wild and your heart up in your throat, you look around until you spot Eddie laying on his horn with his tongue partially sticking out off to the side. He lets up the second you lock eyes and laughs.

“Need a ride? Gotta couple of good options.”

You huff, trying to ignore his filthy innuendo and shake your head. He groans, settling his head back against the head rest of his seat while you start walking away.

“What the fuck is your problem? Jesus fucking Christ!”

You keep walking, hearing his car door open and the sound of his sneakers on the pavement. His car buzzes irritably at its door being left open while running, but he doesn’t care. You’re sure he doesn’t care about anything, really. He rests a hand on your shoulder to turn you around.

“’m just not in the mood, Eddie.” You snap the second you’re facing him.

But you’re always in the mood, he wants to argue as if that made a difference right now. He lets out a long breath that puffs out his lips as he decompresses, arm bent up to rub his hand on the back of his neck. It’s evident that he’s not used to this, and doesn’t have a clue how to go about it. You eye him in that moment, waiting for him. Waiting for something that made that ache in your chest dissipate and the hole it leaves be filled with a light warmth. Then you’re ready to give up on waiting for something that clearly wasn’t going to happen when he suddenly dips down and drapes you over his shoulder all in one fluid motion.

“I- Eddie-!“

“I- Eddie- I-” He mimics, clearly out of habit and opens the back door to his van to plop you right on top of a random cushion nestled inside. It looks like it’s just a single couch cushion and you wonder where he got only one. Is it from an old couch that was getting tossed anyways? Did he steal it? Who steals a singular couch cushion from the seat of a sofa? And what was that stain on the corner? You’re shifting away from it as he climbs in after you, the tip of his tongue peeking out of the corner of his lips again until the door is shut and he’s settled against it with a sigh.

“Yoo-hoo.”

“What?”

He scratches his jaw as he looks over at you then points at the stain you were avoiding.

“Yoo-hoo. The drink. That’s what the stain is from.”

“Oh… okay.”

Eddie lets out a heavy sigh, his eyes going wide as he fights the urge to roll them while he stares up at the ceiling of his vehicle, and then he finally speaks up again.

“Why are you being all…” He gestures his hands out in a odd way, flopping them a bit before settling them on his legs again. He sighs, tilting his head down and looking over at you again. “I don’t fucking know… you’re not being fun this week.”

Your nostrils flare and your brow creases with a pulse of rage at his words.

“Oh I’m so sorry that I’m not playing your game, Eddie. For your information, yes—as you said so elegantly before— I’m ‘on my rag’ and don’t exactly feel like dealing with you.”

Despite the tone you’re taking with him, a grin is pulling at his face and a few laughs bubble from his chest that were almost like little amused giggles. God, he missed getting you all worked up.

“What? Never got it before?” He suddenly questions.

“I- What?”

He snickers.

“Your rag. The crimson tide. Never ridden the cotton pony before?” He’s having too much fun with this and your face is getting all hot.

“Cause I kinda doubt it. Y’know…” he gestures to your form, “The idea that you haven’t gone through puberty yet sounds fake to me, sweetheart.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Well you’ve never acted like this before so unless this is your first week of Carrie...” He hisses an inhale through his teeth.

“My condolences, but look at it this way: You’re finally a woma- hey!” He’s laughing until he’s dodging the random work boot you toss at him—the sight of him scooting away from the projectile actually getting a giggle from you.

“Those ‘r for the garage, doll. Heavy duty shit, can’t be throwing those.” He chastises as he waves the shoe at you, but there’s a weight that’s lifting from him. He got you to just sit and talk to him, and even made you laugh. Even if you’re biting the inside of your cheek now to try and refrain from giving him the satisfaction of your smile. How are things like this right now? Shouldn’t he be bending you over his knee for not acting the way he wanted you to? Shouldn’t he be angry? Shouldn’t he be making you cry?

“I’ve gotten my period before.” You state simply. Eddie puts the boot down, dropping his head back against the interior of his van as he looks at you expectantly.

“Then what? What’s with the bitching and the ignoring and the crybaby shit?” He asks bluntly, making your brow furrow again.

“And not even the good crybaby shit,” he continues in a softer tone as he makes his way over to you, “Where’s my pouty girl, huh? Where’s my brat?”

My. My. It’s making your head swirl, his words and proximity putting up a good fight against this latest impulse to be cold to him. He’s settled in front of you and pulling you forward by your hips.

“Don’t wanna talk about it…” You murmur because he should know. He should’ve automatically known the second he left your room that he fucked up when he didn’t kiss you.

“No? Do I gotta bully it out of you, baby? Should I keep up with what I’ve been doing or are you gonna keep pissing me off with that silent treatment shit if I do?”

Watching your expression, his hands settled on your hips start to massage his fingertips in small circles against your lower back. A sigh falls from your lips before you can even stop it, melting from his touch. He’s massaging that spot that’s been tied up in knots the past couple of days, and taking care of it perfectly. Just when you think he’s suddenly a completely different person he stops the movements entirely. That familiar pout that he loves pulls at your lower lip, clearly disappointed by the loss of his kneading.

“Gonna tell me?” He coos, tilting his head.

Your lips part then close again, faltering on if you should just tell him. He mimics the motion then your pout before grinning at you again. You stay quiet, a new conflict arising inside your head. Should you just tell him and move forward? Should you let him suffer until he figures it out? He deserves to suffer in your book, but who knows how long it would take for him to realize. The man has failed his senior year twice already.

“No? Okay, doll.” He’s separating himself from you now, moving to a corner of his van to start digging through some random stacks and piles there.

He’s going on about how he’d help if he could, but he guessed that won’t happen now. How if only you’d cut lil’ ol’ him a break. His theatrical and bitter words are coated in a soft tone and playful, exaggerated sighs. He’s having all the fun in the world trying to tease you until you just sigh and admit whatever your major malfunction is. It’s lighthearted in comparison to his usual teasing, but even this starts bringing the tears forward.

You hate that he doesn’t know. That it clearly didn’t mean enough for him to notice. You hate that he pulls you in all smooth and sweet to get you intoxicated on him just for him to laugh over it and leave you alone again. You hate how he’s suddenly making you feel cared for just for him to go away again cause he isn’t getting what he wants. Now you’re desperately trying to hide the fact that you’re crying as all of your feelings and aches and pains of this week rush through you.

Sure, he’s seen you cry before but it was never like this. It was teary eyes from frustration or, recently, the occasional sob from how good he made you feel. It’s never been breaking down after a hard week. It’s never sobbing because after all this time the two of you finally cracked, and you’re scared you’re the only one increasingly enchanted every passing second since that first kiss. It was never hiccuping sobs that you were doing your best to push down. Your face is burning, your sight blurry even though tears kept rolling down your cheeks. It’s like there’s a never ending supply to stream down your face and still keep your vision bleary.

“Jus’ sayin’ we could be doing something way more fun right no…w…” He trails off once he finally looks over at you.

He’s holding an unopened pack of cigarettes he had been looking for in his typical mess and pulling out his lighter, but now all his focus is on the way you’re sniffling and shaking. You’re still sat on that cushion, knees up and a hand settled over your mouth with your head turned away from him. A heart-wrenching sob just barely sneaks its way out before you choke it back down. Little huffs are escaping you in a desperate attempt to breathe without letting your need to wail break free. It feels like your lungs are on fire.

“Y/N…” Eddie says in a tender voice that you didn’t think he was even capable of. You shake your head.

“Y/n c’mon…” He tries again with a small, nervous laugh. Nervous you were serious. Nervous that he really made you so upset. Nervous to really show that he cares if he did.

“It’s okay, really-“ Your voice is higher than usual, another heavy breath puffing out before you try to drag it in again just to end up whimpering as another wave of sadness comes over you and you’re too overwhelmed to hold it in. You stay facing away from him as you cry and hiccup, trying to get it back under control.

“I just- it’s stupid, it’s n-ot that big of a deal.”

For Eddie, making you cry is all about the glossy eyes and pouty lips as you stare up at him defiantly or a sign that you need him to quit playing games and fuck you. It’s never been this… brutal. Panic continues to rise in his system, and he’s unsure of how to handle the situation. Once upon a time, he thought he treated you the way that he did because some sadistic part of him liked to always make you hurt, but it was becoming evident that he just liked the play. The banter. The shoving and the glaring and pouting and the wandering eyes. When he acted the way he always did and you didn’t respond or did so in a quiet plea for him to really stop or really cried—it made his stomach clench. The more he tried to keep it up this week the more he realized that when you weren’t playing along he just… he was just mean. Really mean. Not “you’re so awful, just fuck me already” mean, but “you’re making me miserable” mean. And fuck if he didn’t hate the way that felt.

“Is it really that bad?” He murmurs, partially surprised by his own voice when it sounded this gentle. The thin plastic around his cigarettes crinkle under his nervous hands. And he thought he needed a smoke before. “Did I hurt you? Or-or somethin’? Do you need to go to a doctor?”

“No.” You weep, still refusing to look at him and it’s killing him even if a part of him knows he would crumble if he sees how you look right now. God, he hated this. The vulnerability of caring openly and to this extent, but what else could he do? Double down on his usual behavior and kick you while you were already so down you might as well have been sinking into the pavement?

“Y/N, please-“ He tries again and you crack completely.

“It’s just not fair because I thought I wanted this, but it’s to-oo hard. You don’t care enough to stick around. Y-You don’t check in with me. You’ve pushed me around for the past two years and I’m an idiot who thought it was all lighthe-hearted deep down, a-and that you wanted me too.”

You break down into tears again until you put yourself back together just enough so it’s only the constant sniffling and your voice trembling that’s interrupting you. All Eddie can do is stare at you with big brown eyes like saucers while you babble, his brow frowning as he anxiously picks at his fingernails and the skin around them.

“A-And of course I got my fucking period cause why wouldn’t I? Cause why would I catch a break? N-N my body aches and I’m so tired and you… you couldn’t… you didn’t…”

“What?” He’s shuffling a bit closer now, lowering his face like he always did to catch your attention. He was right that seeing your face like this would cave him in, and he wishes he could be dropped into a black hole. He knew he deserved it. At the sight of your current state, he was pulling that smoke he already had his fingertips on and placing it between his lips. He lights it and inhales deeply before letting his hand drop down, cig between his fore and middle fingers, ring finger toying with a tear in his jeans.

“You…” You let out a breath before dropping your gaze to your hands in your lap, tears still slipping down your cheeks and over your jaw to wet your neck and dampen the collar of your top or drop down and land on that skort he hated. “You wouldn’t even kiss me on Sunday…”

You sound horribly deflated at the admission, and his eyes flicker all over your features before the smallest twitches of the corners of his lips start to tug them up even though his eyes hold a sad sort of infatuation within them.

“You kissed me on Friday, but not once on Sunday. And you didn’t even seem to care…” You mumble, glancing over at him once and then twice when you notice the curve of his lips. Your eyes burn with a potential for new tears. “Are you fucking smiling?”

“No—no, well, yeah. Not like that.” He huffs out an anxious laugh. “I just… you ignored me… cause I didn’t give you a kiss..?”

You scoff, lips parted and gaze furious. He is unbelievable.

“Among other things! I-I… ugh! You’re infuriating!” You announce and his brows shoot up, grin widening with interest and he brings his cigarette back to his lips.

“You… you make fun of me constantly. You fuck me and finish in me and don’t even spend time with me after. The least you can do is kiss me. Or… or…” You huff, which was becoming a theme today.

He can’t help but find you cute when you’re angry. You remind him of that temperamental pixie in that old animated Peter Pan film from the ‘50s. He used to babysit a young girl in the trailer park who watched it constantly (much to his chagrin).

“Or you don’t get to have me anymore.” You conclude, and he just keeps staring at you with wild eyes as he smokes.

Your anxieties peak and a voice in your head is screaming to get out of the damn van, even when he’s just casually puffing on a cigarette without a hint of irritation on his face. Eddie lets the cig stick to his bottom lip as his hands find your form to pull you closer to him. His right hand raises to place the smoke between his middle and forefinger, and remove it from his lips. His left hand moves to hook his thumb on your lower lip and part your mouth for him to plant an open-mouthed kiss on you as his smoke floats around you and in your mouth, his tongue hot on yours. The pamphlets your parents gave you about the dangers of cigarettes popped up in your mind as his smoke fills you. The statistics and pictures of smoker lungs mean nothing to you as he kisses you like this.

You’re more than just warming up to the smell you usually couldn’t stand, and you find yourself back where you were on Friday. Willing to take whatever he gives you. As long as he kept kissing you like this. As long as he kisses you like he plans on making you his wife while he fucks you like he’s your high school bully. The kiss is all tongues and muffled moans, your arms wrapping around his neck. You chase after his lips when he finally starts pulling away. An involuntary whimper slid from you as you look at him with heavy eyelids.

“If you want something…” He trails off in a whisper, keeping his half-lidded eyes on you even as he reaches over to tap off ash into a cheap plastic tray. His thumb and pointer finger pinch your chin to keep your focus on him. “You ask, okay? Pretty standard rules, princess.”

“But…”

“But now,” He cuts you off with a soft sigh, head tilting as he looks at you. The eye contact is becoming so intense it’s burning through you. “Now I know this is important for you, ‘kay?”

You’re surprised by this. Honestly you’re shocked by every kindness and touch of patience he provided you today. You would have never guessed Eddie Munson is even capable of such a thing. You nod with your gaze retreating downwards, toying with your hands and he chases after your stare with a tilt of his head to try and get you to look at him again, brows raised up.

“Doll?”

You wipe at the cooling streaks of tears on one cheek with your shoulder then finally look up again, and nod with more confidence this time.

“And…” He looks almost like he’s in pain for a moment before he finally continues “‘m sorry, okay?”

“…Really?” You murmur, eyes wide with shock.

“Yeah.” He huffs out a laugh. “Don’t act so surprised. I’m capable of an apology, given the right circumstances.”

You eye him, silent with hesitation and shock.

“‘N the right girl.” He murmurs with a soft voice even though he had that shit-eating grin on his face. Why is it always so charming? It’s smug and teasing, but always so endearing.

You don’t know what else to do so you just kiss him. You pull him in by his shoulders and kiss him. You kiss him like you could devour him, body and soul. His arms circle around your waist after leaving that partly-smoked cigarette in the cheap ash tray and drags you closer all while kissing you back. He’s leaning down to place you on the scratchy carpeting and hover over you. Any break for air is short-lived before you’re back on each other. Your hands tangle in the messy curls draping around your head, tugging to pull a groan from him.

“Fuck…” He sighs into the kiss, dropping his body down to put more of his weight on you. He parts from your lips despite your whiny protests and presses kisses and nips to your jaw as he works his way to your neck. His arms unfurl from around your waist so his hands can settle on your hips and let his thumbs massage into your skin. You’re pawing at his vest as he works on leaving a love bite on your pulse point below your ear, and—surprisingly—he moves away to shake the jacket-vest combo off and drop it beside you. You eye the fit of his t-shirt and it makes your mind fog up.

All your focus is on the shape of his tummy against the fabric. The way the material sticks to him and shows all the harsh angles of his toned chest. The fact that he had cut off the bottom hem of his top and when he moves the right way you can see that trail of hair on his lower stomach. The shape of his arms under the sleeves. Does he work out? Considering his lack of discipline, you couldn’t imagine him having an exercise regimen, but dear god. His arms weren’t absurdly cut, but they were still thick with enough muscle that his sleeves seem a little tight. You can see the veins of his forearms and the blown out ink on his skin. When he’s on top of you again, sucking on your neck, you let your hands drag over his back and sneak underneath his shirt. The heat of his skin and the moving musculature alone making your toes curl. You’re happy to have him on you, but you wanted that damn shirt off too. You’re grasping at the fabric and pulling it up, gasping when he bites on your neck for doing so.

“Take that shit off-“ You huff, making a smile tug at his lips.

“Using my lines now, doll?” He purrs once he’s raised up again and grasping behind his head to pull his shirt over it. You can’t even think of a smart reply, your brain short circuiting at the sight of his naked torso. Even though you enjoy it, you never really understood his urge to bite. You sure do now. You shift from laying on your back to sit up in front of him while he remains raised up on his knees. Your hands slide up his stomach, feeling the goosebumps that raise in the wake of your cold fingertips. He’s still for once and you bring your hands back down to pull on his belt, fighting against the stiff leather to slide it out of the buckle.

You’ve never given head before, mainly because the only time there was an opportunity it had been with a guy you didn’t even like that much who kept trying to push your head down while you were kissing; but you felt feverish with thoughts of Eddie’s dick down your throat. While rushing to go down on him was the last thing you had on your mind at the start of your day, after he was so sweet on you, you were desperate to taste him.

Eddie’s breath is staggered as he watches you undo his jeans, his pupils all blown out. He can’t even count how many times he’s fantasized about those lips wrapped around his cock, but he knew after everything that he didn’t deserve to go first. Fuck, he wanted to, but he doesn’t deserve it. Belt open and slack and jeans undone, he grabs your hands to pin them over your head once you were pushed back onto the floor and he leans down to kiss you. One hand holds the side of your face and the other is pulling the zipper on your hip down, muttering a you first against your lips.

Before tugging at your skirt skort, Eddie pulled away again to lift your shirt off. He grew irritable for a moment with the long sleeves that fought him, tossing it aside harshly with a grumble that made you giggle. That gentle laugh was the only thing that lightened his mood again and encouraged a small smile before he continued. He kisses down your body, giving you the occasional bite. There are little things that he does along the way that make parts of you feel beautiful—parts that you either don’t pay attention to or even aren’t fond of. It’s an odd thing considering how mean he always is, but he seems to show a devotion to each and every inch of your skin that wouldn’t occur to most men. The way his hands slide along your sides as he makes his way down your chest, giving you the occasional squeeze. The way his arms slip around your midsection and bring you closer to his face with a press to the small of your back, smothering his face between your breasts still covered by a flimsy, lace bra—breathing in the scent of your skin. The way his hold relaxes as he continues down, just to squeeze you to him again when he finds a new spot he wants to smother himself in. One side of your tummy underneath your ribs. The slight rise of your lower abdomen beneath your belly button. Your hip bones.

You’re so drunk on his touch at first that it doesn’t even occur to you where this is leading until he’s already face-to-face with the center of your underwear.

“E-Eddie- no-“ You squeak out suddenly. “Not that.”

He lifts his head to eye you curiously and with surprise at the denial of getting head, lips parted in a question that you interrupt.

“I’m on my period, remember?”

Eddie half-jerks his shoulder up in a careless shrug. “Yeah, I know. So?”

“It’s just… it’s so messy and bloody. I wouldn’t even want you to eat me out right now if I was still mad at you.”

“Doll, c’mon…” He groans while pressing his face into your inner thigh—not to try and convince you to give consent cause he doesn’t care about this boundary, but rather to show how badly he wants to do this. That he doesn’t care about the mess and he doesn’t think it’s gross, in fact he found it hot. If you were sitting in his bed or in his passenger seat and got your period, his perv ass probably wouldn’t even try to remove the stain.

“I want to.” He insists, pulling away again to look up at you. “I think it would be so fucking hot. It’ll help the pain, princess.”

You consider the offer for a moment, wondering if he’s right. If he could make you feel so good that he’d reach and clear out those aches and pains that Tylenol couldn’t even touch. You still shake your head, the thought of all that blood on his tongue and the smell in his nostrils making you nervous and embarrassed. He groans again and dramatically flops into your stomach to hide his face.

“Not with your mouth.” You clarify, cheeks all rosy.

At that, he finally raises his head with a raised brow and his bangs all messy.

“Oh yeah?”

He’s sitting up now, settling back against folded legs as he raises your legs one by one to take your shoes off and toss them randomly. You tilt your head to watch one sneaker smack the back of the passenger seat, then look to the side to watch your second sneaker smack into the interior with a vibrating clunk. After taking off your shoes, your ankles are lightly settled on his shoulders and he has his hands wrapped around your calves as he tilts his head to press a kiss to the inside of one ankle. Then he’s moving to bite the inside of the opposite knee.

After that, he skips right back to your lips, your legs parted to settle on either side of him now. Eddie hooks his fingertips into the band of your underwear and pulls them down, having to begrudgingly separate enough so you can bend your knees up to your chest while he tugs them off your legs. He’s about to casually pull on the string of your tampon when you shake your head quickly and clasp your hand over your entrance.

“I’ll- I’ll do it.” You murmur and he’s (once again) groaning irritably.

He wishes you wouldn’t be so sheepish about it. He can understand the experience of your period not being the most comfortable thing in the world, but he doesn’t know what he has to do to show that he likes it. That he wants to go down on you and wipe that mess off of his face with pride, therefore not needing to look away at your insistence while you take out your tampon. Maybe it’s his pride in being a freak. Maybe it’s a slight twinge of superiority, knowing that he was one of the few guys that would even offer in the first place. Maybe it’s that breeding kink flaring up at what he saw as a glaring reminder that you could possibly get pregnant with his kid. Maybe it’s just the fact that it’s you. But he lets you do it yourself, holding in his usual attitude for the sake of your sensitivity for once, then leaning back down to kiss you the second you give the okay.

The kiss doesn’t have as much of an apologetic gentleness as the others, but it was passionate and it was hot. The heavy breathing and groping and spit; the taste of cigarettes and mint; the scratch of slight stubble and the bump of his nose against yours. Eddie shot a hand out to feel for his jacket which he promptly crams under your tailbone to raise your hips, then dips his thumbs in the band of his exposed boxers to pull his pants and boxers down. (He didn’t take them off completely per usual, but you took getting him shirtless as your win).

Eddie pulls away just enough to wrap his hand around his cock, giving it a few good tugs before leading it to your entrance. He keeps an eye on your expression, plunging into you the moment his tip slid in. The few times he’s fucked you, you were always so messy and wet and warm, but this was enough to sign his soul away. You were soaked with arousal and blood as expected, but he wasn’t prepared for how much puffier you are like this. And so fucking hot. You mewl at the sensation, a dull ache in your lower abdomen at the start, but it’s slowly dissipating. Maybe it’s the association between blood and pain, and menstruation and pain, but you genuinely thought this would hurt more than usual—you certainly weren’t betting on your heightened sensitivity. Even that first stroke slipping into you lit up your nerves.

“‘S good, right?” He asks with a cocky grin, left hand wrapped around your right thigh and his right hand sliding over your tummy and slowly massaging the area.

You almost don’t want to admit it, but you do with a nod and pouty lips that have pathetic little whimpers slipping past them. Eddie slides back out a couple inches then pushes back into you, your toes curling as a bit of blood and arousal gushes and sputters out around his base. You curse under your breath, encouraging him to proceed. He’s uncharacteristically tender, and while seeing his sweet side today was a pleasant surprise—you just wanted him to fuck you.

“Eddie-“ You breathe out.

“Hm?”

“Please just fuck me.”

His grin is devilish and his gaze is fiery. He snaps his hips forward once without wasting a second, threatening to making your eyes roll back.

“Yeah?” He leans down, his voice a condescending whisper as he stays infuriatingly still while this deep. “My baby come cryin’ cause ‘m too mean? But she still wants me to bully her little pussy?”

You whine and nod your head, his following thrusts nearly punching the breath out of your lungs. His hand rests over your pubic bone and starts rubbing at your clit as he fucks into you. Your head lolls back into the carpeting, breasts bouncing with his efforts.

“Such a good fucking slut for me. This pussy all mine?”

“Uh huh-“ You speak in a whiny moan, hips weakly pushing forward and he takes the hint.

Eddie pulls you forward by your hips and holds you close to him as he gives you breathtakingly shallow thrusts. Your eyes begin to water from the way he’s moving inside you and his thumb is brushing on your clit. His other hand parts from your hip to grip onto the center of your bra, pulling it down to free your breasts and to keep a steady grip on you by the fabric clasped around your chest.

“Eddie-” You sob, and an earth-shattering sense of relief blows through him, leaving him temporarily wrecked before settling again like a gust of wind pushing up bird feathers before they smooth out again. Finally seeing those globs of tears in your eyes in the way he loves brought that balance back, and he’s doubling his efforts. Your lips part and your back arches up off of the carpet of his van, those wet streaks leading from your eyes back into your hair just like they were on Friday.

You’re counting your blessings that you aren’t back in your bed with your parents down the hall during your make up session because even the fear of being caught wouldn’t have been able to stop the moan that gasps from your lungs when you cum around him. All the tension and hormones and yearning of this week mixing with the overpowering pleasure he’s giving you, all culminating to this very moment and making you see stars. You feel like you’ve been temporarily shoved under water, all of the sounds around you muffling—even the sound of your own breathing. Just as you’re floating back up to the surface, Eddie’s leaning down to place his lips on yours. His large hands cover both sides of your face as he’s kissing you like he means it, only letting his hands part from your cheeks to wrap around your midsection and scoop you up while he sits back.

“Fuck-” You breathe out, hands settling to cradle the back of his head. You’re sure you look as disheveled as you feel. He thinks you look incredible.

“I know right?” He teases, all smug even in this quieter tone of voice and he laughs when you smack at his arm.

He eyes you from where his face is level with your chest, watching the playful irritation melt from your expression as he starts thrusting up into you. You’re almost too overstimulated from him moving so close to your orgasm that was still pulsing in the aftershock, but fuck if this doesn’t feel too good to pause even for a moment. Eddie wraps his arms around you to finally unclasp your bra and fling it towards the front of his van, metal hooks clinking against the hard surface of his dashboard. His hands smooth over your back, groaning against your skin as he smothers himself between your breasts again, fucking up into you. You start bouncing on top of him to meet his thrusts, whimpering quietly at the fluttering still rippling through your walls. You still have that palpable pulse inside you, squeezing around him and making it incredibly difficult to not cum before he can get you to let go at least one more time.

“C’n you cum for me, doll? Gimme one more?” He finally separates from your chest to look up at you again and while you were always the one looking fucked out, when you look at him you can’t help but feel like you’re seeing him the same way. A faint shine to his doe eyes glossed over with lust, that rosy tint to his cheeks, and the swell of his pink lips. You nod, but your hips buck in disagreement when his touch is back on your clit. It’s admittedly too soon, your eyes burning with prickling tears as the pleasure jolts through you like shocks of electricity rather than rolling waves—but you certainly weren’t going to ask him to stop.

You gasp out his name, fingers gripping the hair all damp with perspiration at the nape of his neck. You feel like you’re vibrating and the cramping in your stomach nearly makes you break and ask him to stop nudging at that sensitive bud. Your nails dig into the back of his neck, hearing him groan against your skin, feeling his hot breath on your chest. The two of you are moving like the universe would simply unravel if you stopped—as if it isn’t already unraveling in this moment.

“Oh my god-“ You moan and Eddie’s sinking his teeth into your breast—partly to punctuate his claim, partly to muffle his own sounds as he unloads inside of you.

You’re trembling in his lap with soft sobs in the aftershock of probably the most heart-stopping, all-consuming orgasm you’ve ever experienced. Even the slightest touch to your flushed skin sent shocks throughout your nerves and made you cry out, so Eddie stays still.

When both of your hearing is clear again, and you swallow to bring some moisture back to your throat—you let out a small laugh. It isn’t malicious or mocking. It rose up out of pure joy and relief and (honestly) a bit of surprise at everything that’s happened. And it all happened so quickly, you aren’t sure if your memory was able to keep up. God, you hoped it was. You want to relive it every time you close your eyes at night.

Eddie’s licking his lips and pulling back to look at you, a few laughs of his own bubbling up. Like always, he isn’t quick to pull out, but he does set you back down onto the carpet and press a few kisses to your jaw. His hands are pressed into the floor on either side of your head, pulling up his upper body to look down at you. Your hair is messy around your face, and streaks of mascara are all muddled around your eyes and down your cheeks. He put all of his weight on one arm to allow his other hand to raise up and swipe at those black streaks with his thumb before settling back down to kiss you, one arm still pressed up and bent at the elbow and the other settling his forearm on the rug.

The kiss is slower, but still sloppy with exhaustion. He pulls back one more time just to smile down at your face and ends up right back to kissing you seconds later.

*

The sun is setting in Hawkins and the two of you are all over each other until you realize how late it had gotten and your lips might as well have been ready to fall off. But even when you’re dropped off at home with excuses ready, he still climbed in through that bedroom window to keep kissing you once everyone in the house retired for the night.

After all, you finally left it unlocked and he couldn’t stand another week out in the cold.

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Eddie never did work up the nerve to properly ask you what you meant by that blunt reply that one Autumn day... ↓

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I have Never seen an endo shit on traumagenic systems - i have seen them shit on people discrediting their experiences but its wild that ur acting like a victim when ur the one being weird. Psychology largely agrees that we do not know enough abt the human brain - specific dissociative disorders - to claim they can Only be caused one way. Also forcing people to reflect on if they're traumatized or not just for them to be "allowed" to use system terminology is Wild - even if every single system is caused by trauma, so many traumatized people have no recollection of the trauma. This isnt black and white and youre silly for caring so much abt internet strangers repressed memories or lack thereof 🩷

First off, learn to read . D N I. Means DO NOT INTERACT! I don’t understand what’s so hard about that, literally you have to go through the effort to read a whole message that’s literally saying don’t interact, go to my account, which tells you not to interact, and then type a whole message and never once do you think “oh! I’m breaking DNI! I’m crossing boundaries! Hm! Maybe I shouldn’t do that!”

So I’m gonna be a bitch to you now cus you broke my DNI and I’ve already stated I’d start being a bitch to people who do that

“I’ve never seen endos shit on traumagenic systems 🥺🥺🥺” okay explain the constant death threats we get. Explain the people LIKE YOU! Who break DNI to tell us shit we literally do not want to hear, explain the people who go into our comment and tell us to off ourselves, call us names, make up slurs. Tell us no one loves us and everyone will leave. Do you understand how fucking stupid you sound?

Traumagenic systems get SOOOO much bullshit from endos and that’s why it’s such a problem. They bully trauma survivors and victims, making them spiral and feel like fucking shit because they didn’t want people mocking a disorder that makes their lives harder. The amount of times I’ve seen endos telling traumagenic systems to die simply because they fucking EXISTED is fucking insane.

Even if you could be a system without trauma, you wouldn’t be in the same groups as us, you wouldn’t have the same terms you wouldn’t be classified with the disorder. Because our disorder stems from TRAUMA! You have to have trauma.

You can have trauma you don’t remember, BUT THAT DOESNT MAKE YOU AN ENDO. It makes you a traumagenic system who doesn’t remember their trauma! You guys fucking groom people into believing their trauma isnt enough or that they’re endo because they can’t remember and it fucking disgusts me.

I’m not making people reflect on their fucking trauma, IM TRYING NOT TO GET HARASSED FOR MINE.

FUNFACT. I AM A VICTIM! I GET HARRASED BY ENDOS FUCKING ALMOST DAILY AT THIS POINT! IM ACTIVELY TELLING YOU TO LEAVE ME ALONE CONSTANTLY BECAUSE YOU GUYS CANT FUCKING READ THREE LETTERS !

I AM TIRED OF COMING ON THIS APP AFTER WISHING I DIDNT GO THROUGH THE SHIT I GO THROUGH BECAUSE OF THIS DISORDER AND SEEING SOME RANDOM ASS KID SAYING HOW THEYRE GONNA MANIFEST A SYSTEM FOR THEMSELF. IF YOU FUCKING “CREATE” A “SYSTEM” BECAUSE YOU WANT ONE. FUCK YOU. ACTUALLY FUCK YOU. WORDS CANNOT DESCRIBE HOW MUCH I HATE YOU. AND I HAVE ALL RIGHTS TO HATE YOU.

“You’re so silly for caring 🥺🥺🥺🥺” I CARE BECAUSE I GET HARRASSED TO THE POINT OF SPLITTING OR HAVING CRASHES DUE TO OUR BPD AND NPD. I GET FUCKING HARASSED UNTIL I CANT TAKE IT. THATS WHY I TELL YOU TO NOT FUCKING INTERACT.

Get off my fucking blog. Never come back. Endos and their supporters are NOT fucking welcome here. Respect my fucking DNI.

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Friends

Hi! Remember the HP Romione Popcorn Drabble thing? I was tagged by @honouraryweasley12 with the prompt "What did you just say to me?".

We're reaching the end of Autumn where I live, so to honour this yellowish season, I tag @thecanadiananimagus with the shedding of leaves as a prompt. Feel free to explore the concept in whichever way suits you, it doesn't have to be literal.

Without further ado, here's the drabble.

I hope you enjoy this Pre-Hogwarts AU, Rating PG-everyonecanreaditssafe .

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Hermione Jean Granger was unfriendable.

She was unable to establish a relationship with another kid. In her previous school, she thought she couldn’t befriend anybody because they disliked her since they were toddlers.

But having moved to another town and consequently to a new school, she couldn’t blame anything but herself. Despite all her efforts – and she had tried her best – the children of Ottery St Catchpole hated her. They called her names, they called her horrible words, they even sang her mocking songs.

So at the sweet age of eight, she had concluded that she carried a curse, a condition, a life sentence for loneliness. She could see it so clearly, an older version of herself with the same untamable hair, only grey, surrounded by cats. She would have to prepare herself and read about feline ca–

‘I hate when you’re so quiet, sweetheart.’ Her grandma's voice snapped her out of her head. ‘I know you’ve had some difficult days at school,’ she continued, ‘but you know what never fails to make me feel better when I’m sad.’

‘To do something nice?’

Grandma nodded and turned her head to look across the street, her eyes landing on a red-headed boy that was curled up on a bench. He appeared to be around Hermione’s age, and his face was full of worry.

She groaned internally as she realised what her grandma was thinking. She wanted her to help the boy. But Hermione was wary of talking to him as she didn’t fancy an extra dose of bullying; she’d had enough for the day at school.

School.

The redhead boy didn’t go to school!

So he wouldn’t know any of the names her classmates had given her and seeing that he was alone on a bench instead of playing with the other kids, the chances that he had made any acquaintances appeared to be small. Hermione felt a rush of excitement running through her. If she did well, she could still have a friend.

She would help the boy find his parents. He would see how kind and considerate she was and will want to become her friend. It was perfect! As she walked towards her soon-to-be friend, Hermione prepared a speech, practising many times in her mind until she was close enough to speak to him.

‘Are you lost?’ she asked shyly.

The boy jolted in his spot at the sound of her voice and hastily turned to face her. He looked surprised as if he wasn’t expecting anyone to talk to him. His astonishment, however, was short-lived, for his raised eyebrows went down into a frown as he retorted.

‘I’m not lost! I just don’t know where my mum is!’

‘That is – by definition – being lost!’ Hermione scoffed. Who did he think he was? How dare he talk to her like that when she was only trying to help?

‘S not,’ he mumbled, seemingly ashamed of his previous outburst. Then his eyes opened wide as if he had just had the most brilliant idea, ‘My mum knows where I am! If she didn’t, I’d be lost. But she does, so I’m not. I’m just… in the wrong place.’ He finished with a proud smile.

‘That is not – ‘ the retort died in Hermione’s throat as she processed his words. He was right.

‘See it now, don’t you?’ he said with a wide lopsided grin.

Hermione felt how a smile spread across her face on its own accord. He chuckled as he saw her friendly gesture, and she let out all her nerves in the form of giggles. They locked their eyes and, for a moment, they both froze. Then, as if a switch had been flicked, they burst out in laughter. Hermione felt her knees get weak with the excess of happiness and took a seat on the bench next to the boy.

When the laughter subsided, and they collected themselves, the conversation began to flow. Hermione was eager to get to know him better, so she asked a myriad of questions. She was afraid that he would be annoyed by her but, on the contrary, he seemed to be thrilled by all the attention she was giving him. When she ran out of questions, she talked to him about her life. She felt at ease with him, and somehow they ended up talking about school.

She told him about her classes and her professors, but he didn’t seem particularly interested in them. He then asked her if she had friends, so she shared her experience within her few months of schooling at Ottery St Catchpole. She confided not only how hard it was for her to attend a place where no one liked her but also the atypical events that had been haunting her the last weeks. She was so caught up in her story that she almost lost his following words.

‘You’re a–!’ he stopped mid-sentence and looked around with cautious eyes, then he whispered, ‘You’re a witch!’

‘What did you just say to me?’ she snarled.

He was smiling, but as he took in her face, his eyes went wide open and his grin turned into a grimace. He began to fidget with the edge of the bench, opening and closing his mouth like a fish. Hermione waited a moment, giving him time to take back his words, but as he kept gaping, she felt anger and frustration waving over her.

‘You just called me a–’

‘No, I didn’t!’ he squeaked.

‘You did! You just–’

‘Did not!’ he cried again, shaking his head with short, energetic movements.

‘Yes, don’t deny it!’ she shrieked, ‘You just called me a–’

‘RONALD WEASLEY!’

Both the kids jolted at the roar of a stern, feminine voice. At the same time, they turned to the source to find a short woman with the same flaming red hair as the boy walking in their direction. The woman was angry, Hermione could tell, and she felt relieved not to be the object of her rage. But whoever this Ronald was, he was doomed. She almost felt sorry for him until she turned back to the boy.

Realisation hit her like a train. Ronald was sitting in front of her, resting his elbows on his knees, his face buried in his hands.

‘I’m so dead!’ His voice was muffled, but Hermione could tell he was defeated.

‘If she knows, she will kill me!’ he whined. Then he lifted his head and looked at Hermione ‘Look, I’m sorry, okay?’

She was pleased that he was apologising, but she wouldn’t make it easy for him. So she crossed her arms and frowned. Tucking his hands in his pockets, he began to move his foot, playing with a stone. When he spoke again, his voice was soft and shy.

‘M sorry I called you a witch. I’m not supposed to say that to Mu–people. But I didn’t mean it as an insult. You see, to...to my family, that is not a bad word. It just slipped out.’

Hermione stood still, studying him. His eyes were bright and blue… and honest. And somehow, when she looked at him, she felt calmer. She felt–

‘You never, NEVER, do that to me again! Did you hear me?’ Ronald’s mum had just reached them, and as soon as she had him at hand, she grabbed him by the arm. She was throwing daggers at him with her eyes as she resumed her scolding.

‘You almost killed me! I thought I lost you! I–’

Hermione couldn’t stop the laughter that erupted from her as she saw Ronald’s face contorting in pain, as if his mum’s words were hitting him. It was hilarious. Just then, his mum seemed to become aware of Hermione’s presence. She hastily let go of her son as she turned to the girl, her expression changing from the angry nagging ogre to friendly and welcoming.

‘I’m sorry, dear. But I’m afraid I have to take Ronnie home. I hope he didn’t bother you so much. I apologise for being so rude, but we’re late; we have to leave. Goodbye, sweetheart.’

She made a gesture to her son to follow her as she turned around and began to walk away. Ronald shrugged and waved goodbye before running after his mum.

Hermione felt her chest become heavy as she saw him leave. She couldn’t wait to tell Grandma about Ronald. Would he be as eager as she was to tell his family about her? Would he talk to them about his new friend, Hermio– Oh, no!

She knew his name, but she hadn't told him hers!

Hermione began to run as fast as she could to catch them. She yelled his name, making them stop. He turned, and when he saw her coming, he ran back, meeting her halfway.

‘Hermione,’ she panted, ‘my name is Hermione Granger!’

‘Nice to meet you, then. Hermione Granger.’ He chuckled as he lifted his right hand for a handshake, ‘You can call me Ron.’

‘Nice to meet you too, Ron.’ She said as she grabbed his hand.

‘Will I see you again?’ Hermione asked as their hands broke apart.

‘Of course you will!’ he said as he began to step backwards. ‘You can’t get rid of me now,’ he continued as a wide grin took over his face.

‘We're friends!’ he shouted out in joy before he turned around and jogged back to his mum.

Hermione beamed as his last words echoed in her head.

Friends.

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Magical Girl Ghost

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Paulina and Dash were the ones who dared Danny to wander into the ghost portal with the end goal of embarrassing him in some way for doing or not doing it. Now the only people who know Danny's secret are his bully and a girl who can't stand him. What happens now? Prompt by @ectopal 

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“Come on, guys, we’re not even supposed to be down here. You guys are only here because we have to work on a group project together. Get out of the lab.”

“What, are you scared?” Paulina cooed meanly.

“No. It’s just dangerous down there.” Danny glared at Paulina and Dash as they looked up at him from the bottom of the steps.

Dash laughed. “Come on, how dangerous can it be? You’re parents aren’t even real scientists, what they study doesn’t even exist.” 

Paulina smirked when Danny fumed and started stomping down the steps. “They are real scientists. This isn’t the only thing they do.”

“Oh yeah?” Paulina says, turning into the lab and flipping her hair over her shoulder. “What do they do then?”

“Lot’s of things.” Danny walked up behind her. “Recently they helped some company come up with some clean energy machine, they did some secret invention stuff with the FBI so I don’t know exactly what that was, but they also-”

“What’s that one?” Dash interrupted.

He was pointing at a big hole in the wall that was lined with metal. Off to the side were knobs and buttons but it looked like whatever it was was off. 

“That’s, uh… The ghost portal.”

Paulina burst out laughing. “Really? They built a portal.. Trying to get to the ghost dimension?” She brushed a tear out of the corner of her eye. “Are you sure they are real scientists?”

“Yes!” Danny threw his hands up in the air. “They have hundreds of patents for their inventions and everything!”

Paulina put her hands on her hips. “That’s an inventor or engineer. You don’t necessarily have to be a scientist to be one of those.”

He growled. “Well they’re still scientists anyways.”

“Whatever you say.” Paulina looked away from him and started walking towards the portal. She had just stuck her head inside when she was pulled backwards. 

“Don’t go in there!”

Paulina squirmed around and once she was far enough away from the portal again Danny let go of her.

“Don’t touch me, you freak!”

“Yeah!” Dash said, getting in Danny’s face. “If you touch her again you’ll have to deal with this.” He held up his fist next to Danny’s face.

“I have to deal with that anyways.” Paulina brushed herself off, a disgusted look on her face, and turned back towards the portal. “What does it matter if I go in or not? It doesn’t look like it’s on. And ghosts aren’t even real.”

She looked back at Danny to see an uncomfortable look on his face. 

“You don’t believe in ghosts, do you?”

His eyebrows shot up. “No!”

“Then why don’t you take a look inside?” Dash pushed him towards it.

“No!” Danny turned to face him. “My parents said-”

“Your parents, your parents, blah blah blah.” Paulina mocked. “They’re not even here right now and it’s not even on. What does it matter?”

“What does it-” Danny stopped and shot a hard glare at her. “You know what? Fine! I’ll go in.”

Danny turned around and walked toward a big metal cabinet that stood on the other side of the room next to a table filled with beakers and notes. 

“Uh, that’s the wrong way Fenton.” Dash said.

Danny opened the cabinet and rummaged around until he found something. He closed the doors back up and scowled at something in his hands. He peeled something off of the fabric he was holding and his dad's face fell to the floor. 

“I’m just grabbing my jumpsuit. If I’m gonna be breaking all of my parent’s rules I might as well do it safely.” He unfolded it and began stepping into it and finally pulled up the zipper.

Paulina laughed. “Your whole family has matching outfits? That’s embarrassing.”

Danny shrugged. “I like to pretend it’s a space suit or something. Anything’s better than a ghost hunting outfit.”

He walked up to the portal, looking around the inside a little bit. “You know, I’ve always wondered what could be on the other side of this portal if it ever actually worked. 

“Yeah, okay, just go in.” Paulina waved her hands at him. 

Sighing, Danny walked forward and into the portal. It felt much bigger than it looked from the outside and his footsteps echoed in the small space. He was looking at the ceiling when he tripped and caught himself on the wall. Looking down he saw a giant cable running across the floor. 

“Why would they-”

The humming surrounding him startled Danny and as he lifted his hand, a on and off switch could be seen underneath it. 

Panic started rising inside of Paulina. “Dash it’s turning on!”

He scoffed. “It’ll probably just blow up or something.” 

“Danny’s still inside, you nitwit!”

His eyes widened and Paulina started running towards the portal. It began glowing a sickening, radioactive green. It was getting brighter and brighter and Paulina met Danny’s wide and panicked eyes before she was dragged away and to the side, a shout getting caught in her throat as she watched the portal flash with electricity. 

“Danny!” She slapped at Dash’s arms that were still wrapped around her waist. “What are you doing! I almost got to him!”

Dash pulled her further away from the portal, keeping a tight grip on her. “And watch both of you get burnt to a crisp? No way. Now let’s get out of here before the Fenton’s find us.”

“Dash-”

An echoey groan caught their attention and they looked back at the portal. A glowing figure stepped out shakily, holding its head. It looked up at them and opened its mouth like it was going to talk to them, but its eyes rolled back into its head before it fell onto the ground. 

“What is that?” Paulina screeched.

Just as Dash started trying to drag Paulina up the stairs, a bright flash, this one white, lit up the room. Two white rings appeared around the form's body and traveled up and down to leave Danny Fenton laying on the floor. 

“What the fuck?” Dash whispered, his grip on Paulina finally loosening. 

Paulina broke free and ran across the lab and slid on her knees towards Danny.

“Are you dead?” Her hands hovered over his burnt jumpsuit. “Please don’t be dead.”

He groaned and his body rose and fell with his breaths.

“Oh thank god.”

Dash walked up behind her, staring at Danny over her shoulder. “How the fuck is he still alive? That should’ve incinerated him.”

“I don’t know. I think something happened to him.”

“Well no shit!” Dash whisper yelled. “What are we supposed to do?”

Paulina looked at Danny on the hard tiled floor. “First we’re gonna get him up to his room. That can’t be comfortable like that.”

“You want me to touch him?” Dash shook out his hands at just the thought.

Paulina pointed at him. “You’ll have an easier time getting him up all the stairs on the way to his room. Besides, we’re just gonna leave him down here for his parents to find him? And tell them how we dared him to do this?”

Dash paled. “Oh man, they would kill us. I bet they’d literally kill us.”

Paulina shook her head. “Just grab him already.”

He picked Danny up gingerly with a disgusted look on his face. He adjusted the other boy to fit easily in his arms and turned to the stairs and started walking up to the kitchen. Paulina followed closely behind him and they were halfway up the stairs when the doorknob on the front door started jiggling.

“Go! Go!” Paulina ushered Dash up the stairs and she turned to see Jazz walk in the door and look up at them right as Dash’s back disappeared into the hallway.

Jazz looked at where Dash disappeared before turning her gaze to Paulina, a brow raised.

“Hi, Jazz!” Paulina greeted chipperly. 

Jazz narrowed her eyes. “Are you guys behaving?”

Paulina scoffed at the older girl and crossed her arms. “Of course we are. We’re not five.”

“Right.” Jazz said as she headed into the kitchen. “What are you guys up to?”

“Working on a group project. We got hungry and came down for snacks.” Paulina shrugged. “But we’re getting back to it now, so I’m going to go join them upstairs.”

“Have fun.” Jazz called as Paulina walked up the stairs. 

She hurried down the hall to Danny’s room and walked in, closing the door behind her. When she looked up, she was met with Dash pacing in the middle of the room. 

‘What if he doesn’t wake up?” Dash asked. “What if he has brain damage or something and he dies in his sleep? It’d be our fault. We killed him.”

Paulina fought back the panic. “We didn’t kill him. He’s right there. He’s breathing.”

“Why did he look like that in the basement then?” Dash stopped pacing to look at her. “Last time I checked, humans didn’t have magical girl transformations in real life.”

“I don’t know!” Paulina seethed at him, her hands in fists at her sides. “But he was breathing, he was making noise.” “What if he was pretending?” Dash whispered. “What if he turned into something, and he doesn't need to anymore so he was just pretending and-”

Both Paulina’s and Dash’s head whipped in Danny’s direction where he groaned, laying on his bed. He brought a hand up to his head and pried his eyes open. 

“Danny!” Paulina gasped. She rushed over to the side of his bed. “Oh my gosh, are you actually alive?”

He looked at her like she grew a second head. “Uh, yeah? I ache pretty badly though.”

“See, Dash.” Paulina turned towards him. “I told you he was alive.”

“Wait, wait.” Danny shook his head. “Why didn’t you think I was alive?” He looked up at where Dash stood by the door. 

“You were in the portal when it turned on!” Dash whisper yelled. “What was I supposed to think? And then you walk out of the portal all inverted and glowing with white hair and-”

“What? I couldn’t have had white hair.”

Paulina shook her head. “No, it’s true. You looked completely different when you walked out of the portal and then you just changed back to normal for some reason.”

Danny furrowed his brows. “You guys like to make fun of my parent’s intelligence but you’re not even making sense right now. There’s no way I could’ve-”

His voice suddenly died out as another bright ring appeared around his waist. He watched in both fascination and horror as it traveled over his body, leaving behind an inverted version of his jumpsuit.

Quickly, he jumped out of bed and ran to the closet door where a body length mirror was hanging off of it. He stared at his reflection in horror.

“What is this? What happened?” He turned to look at them. “Did you guys do this somehow?”

“No!” Dash shouted, lowering his voice as he was hushed by Paulina. “That’s literally how you walked out of the portal thing. Then the same transformation happened and you were back to normal.”

Danny’s breath started increasing. He started feeling around for his phone. “I have to call my parents. They’ll know what to do.”

Just as Danny opened his phone to call his parents, Dash swiped it from his hand.

“If you tell your parents about this you’ll have to deal with me.”

Danny jumped at the other boy, trying to grab his phone. “Like I said before, I already have to deal with you. That’s not much of a threat.” He tried to grab his phone again. 

“Listen here-”

“Oh, wait!” Danny said, malice dripping from his voice. “If I told my parents what you guys did and how badly it hurt me, you’d probably get sent to juvie. Is that what you’re worried about?”

Dash’s face paled and Paulina felt a chill crawl up her spine.

“If you don’t want me asking for my parent’s help you guys are the ones who are gonna have to do it.”

“What?” Paulina said.

“No!” Dash exclaimed.

“Yes!” Danny shouted right back at him. “It’s your guys’ fault!”

“Why don’t you ask your spooky girlfriend for help?” Paulina pointed a finger at Danny and put her other hand on her hip. “Isn’t she like a witch? Doesn’t she do like voodoo magic stuff? Maybe she’d know how to get rid of it.”

Danny’s eyes widened in panic. “No! I can’t tell them! They’ll think I’m some kind of freak! I’ll lose the only friends I have!”

“You are a freak though.” Dash said flatly. 

“Fine. Don’t ask Sam.” Paulina scrunched her nose up. “Why us though? Why do we need to be involved?”

“One, again, it’s your fault.” Danny lifted up a finger. “Two, I don’t care if you guys think I’m a freak because you already hate my guts. And three, I have leverage against you guys and I’m what stands between you guys and charges.”

Paulina shifted uncomfortably between her feet. “How are we supposed to help you though? We don’t even know what’s going on.”

Danny shakily lowered himself back down onto his bed. “I don’t know. Figure it out. I’d ask my parents. But. You know.” He motioned with his arms.

Paulina scowled. 

“Maybe start with trying to change back?” Dash said quietly. “I don’t know about Paulina, but seeing you like that is starting to get freaky.”

“How do I do that?”

“I don’t know!” Dash threw his hands into the air and dropped heavily onto the desk chair.

“Maybe start with thinking human thoughts?” Paulina suggested.

“Human thoughts?” Danny lifted an eyebrow.

“Yeah like.” Paulina paused to think. “Humans are warm and firm and not glowy, think thoughts like that or something.

Danny rolled his eyes, but closed them in concentration a second later. About a minute or two passed and Paulina could see Danny getting agitated, his hands gripping into tight fists. He opened his mouth. 

“I don’t think this is-”

Another bright flash of light filled the room and Danny was left to his normal self again. He looked at his hands and at the hair hanging in his face and smiled.

“Maybe this won’t be so difficult after all.”

Paulina had a feeling nothing could be that simple, but she ignored it. “Let’s get started on that project again. When’s it due?”

“Uh…” Dash said, balancing a pencil on his nose. “The seventh?”

She frowned. “That can’t be right. I thought we had until the ninth.”

“Nah, nah, I’m positive it was the seventh. I was paying attention in class that day.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah!” 

Dash and Paulina both took out their phones, scrambling to check their class site. 

“Uh, guys?” Danny said.

They ignored him, still bickering about the due date.

“Guys.”

“See, I told you Dash. It was due on the ninth. If it was the seventh we wouldn’t have had-”

“Guys!” Danny shouted.

“What?” Paulina turned her head to glare at him but her eyes widened. 

Danny was staring up at the two of them in panic, his body halfway through the floor.

“Help!”

“What the fuck?” Dash said.

Paulina rushed over to grab Danny by the hand and motioned for Dash to grab the other one. Together, they hefted Danny back out of the floor and were able to set him back down. 

“What was that?” Dash asked Danny, who was staring at his feet as if they’d betray him at any moment.

Yeah. It couldn’t have been that simple. 

[little-butterfly-writes]

Wednesday

Yoosung Kim X Reader [y/n]

Author’s Note - Sorry this took so long! I also apologize if the ending seems rushed or if Yoosung is OOC. Thank you to the lovely @latte-delf for requesting this, it was an honor to write for you. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings - There’s a brief mention of a panic attack and slight bullying! I’ve tagged where it starts and ends if you’re uncomfortable with that. Lots of time skipping cuz I can’t fucking write. This is unedited, please tell me if there is any mistakes.

I hate him.

I hate him so much!

He stole the position of class president from you three years ago.

Yoosung Kim. He stole my position by two votes. Two. Votes. I was always class president before that! Yet he took it from me. My classmates even had the audacity to say he was a better president when it was time to vote for a new one! Sure, Yoosung was intelligent and popular, but he only won because the girls found him handsome.

And of course, he just (HAS) to go to the same university as you do. Sky University was supposed to be a place free of Yoosung Kim. At least he hasn’t seemed too interested in studies this year. He has failed almost every pop quiz your professor has handed out. Whenever you see his down face, you can’t help but giggle a bit.

I dislike how he’s majoring in the same thing as me still. It feels like he’s saying he can do better. Though his grades haven’t been showing that. He must realize that I’m superior than he ever will be.

~~~~~~~~~~

On Wednesday during your last lecture, you diligently take notes and listen to your professor. You make sure to absorb every bit of information that you can. During the last twenty minutes, your professor makes an announcement. 

“Students, I will be assigning a project due at the end of the month. You will have to find out the evolution of the animal as well as their behaviors. Please include any infectious diseases that they can carry. I will be giving you partners to make the workload easy.” You shrug your shoulders, can’t be too bad.

You wait until your name is called, which takes awhile since your name is lower on the list. You pray to whatever god is out there to not get Yoosung as your partner. 

Apparently, the gods refused to listen to your plea. Your professor calls your name out, “[y/n] [l/n] and Yoosung Kim...you two will have the koala.” A loud groan escapes your mouth at the name.

“ Class is dismissed. Have a good day.” You quickly pack up and speed walk out the lecture hall. Yoosung rushes up to you and taps your shoulder.

“Hey! Wanna exchange numbers so we can find time to work on the project?” The blonde smiles at you. You roll your eyes. “No. I’m going to do it on my own. You can play your stupid little game.” He frowns at your snappy words.

“Are you sure? I’d feel bad if you took all the work by yourself. We also have some tests coming up, so it’ll be a lot to take care of.” The genuine worry in his voice ticks you off. You write down your number on a loose piece of paper and shove it into his chest. Yoosung struggles to keep it off the ground as you walk away.  The walk to your dorm is full of your mumbled curses.

~~~~~~~~~

A chill on Saturday morning wakes you up. You grumble as you check your phone, seeing a text notification from Yoosung. He delivered it at 3:45 am. He’ll be an especially lousy partner today. The previous day, Yoosung invited you to his dorm so that you could work on the project together, to which you begrudgingly agreed. 

You arrive at his dorm within a five minute walk. Your notes and laptop are nestled in your backpack. After a quick rap on the door, Yoosung answers. His hair is mussed and his eyes look droopy. You scoff and push your way inside. Surprisingly, his place is a lot neater than you expected.

“So, should we make a slide and divide the work.” He asks. “I’ll do it on my own, go find something else you can do.” You jab. Yoosung lets out a frustrated sigh and speaks up. “Look, I don’t know what’s going on, but it’d be a lot easier if we shared the load. Plus, this is my grade as much as it is yours.” You grumble an ‘okay’ and split up topics to focus on. Both of you take turns borrowing your notes and his textbook. 

Around two hours after starting, you and Yoosung decide that you worked enough for the day. He offers to get takeout, to which you agree to. You’re a broke college student, how could you refuse? You sit on the floor with your back against the couch, too brain fried to think. Yoosung plomps on the small couch he has and lets out a groan.

“Want to watch Bulu or something on my laptop?” He offers. You nod your head. Yoosung opens his laptop and signs in to his streaming service. You decide to watch ‘The Workspace’ as you wait for your food. 

Your food arrives. Both of you continue to watch your show. Cheap pizza has never tasted this good. Maybe you’re just so hungry and tired to the point where you don’t even care. “Sorry if it isn’t too good. It was the only place I could find on FoodHub.” He apologizes softly. “It’s okay, I’m too hungry to care anymore.” You earn a chuckle from him. There’s an odd silence after that.

“Uhm…. hey, [y/n]?” He speaks shyly. “What?” You say in a cranky voice, irritated about being disturbed from your slice. Yoosung struggles for a minute before speaking for a minute. “Did I do something to offend you? You seem like you have something against me...”  You stiffen. (TW) Your heart drops to the pit of your stomach. You honestly never expected this to happen.

A can of worms open up. Your breathing slowly becomes ragged. Averting your gaze doesn’t help, you know his amethyst ones are on you. A wave of panic crosses you. You stammer something incoherent to him. “A-are you okay? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to..” He hurriedly apologizes. You grasp tightly at his wrist, wanting to ground yourself to something. Yoosung’s pulse is a bit fast, yet it helps you regain focus. He awkwardly places a hand on yours. “He….hey, It’s okay.” For once, his voice is actually reassuring. 

“Back in highschool..” You murmur. “You won student president even though I had been the president the years prior.” He looked shocked, eyes wide and lips a bit parted. “I remember. You worked really hard on that campaign.” Yoosung gives you a lopsided smile. “Since I didn’t win, people who I reported causing issues started to bully and harass me. Even some people who I used a slightly harsh tone with mocked me.” Your eyes started to sting. “Oh [y/n]...”

“The worst part of all, my parents were upset that I didn’t get the role again. They scolded me for not doing good enough.” (TW End) Yoosung can only pat your back. You don’t know what to think about it. He seems to think that as well, seeing as his hand jumps off you like he was scalded. “I uh… think I should go now. I’ll Lendmo you money for the food…..See ya.” You pack as quickly as possible and run out as fast as you can until you’re out of breath. A block away from Yoosung’s dorms, you stop to take a break. Warmth sets fire to your face when thinking back to being with him. Maybe it’s because you’re embarrassed? Maybe you’re just winded from running. 

There is NO. WAY. your face feels hot because of Yoosung’s comforting presence. There can’t be, it's impossible. You slap your cheeks in an attempt to compose yourself. It doesn’t work.

~~~~~~~~~

Its been a week since you’ve talked to Yoosung. He tries to talk to you, but you always scurry away when he gets too close. He’s even tried texting and throwing notes at you in class which the two of you got in trouble for. It’s only on a Wednesday that he finally catches you in the hall before you run off. The grip of his hand on your wrist is firm, but not to the point of pain.

Yoosung sighs and looks at you. You turn your head away slightly to avoid his burning gaze. “Please don’t be mad…” You hear him suck in a breath. “Mad? Why would you think I’m mad?” Your bottom lip trembles. “For avoiding you..” Yoosung releases your wrist and pats your head. “I’m not mad, I’m worried.” His hand slides down to your shoulder. “I know this won’t really help, but I’m sorry for what happened to you. You’ve been holding this feeling of hate because of some stupid people.” You giggle at his insult to your past peers.

But why do your cheeks feel blazing again? Why are there little butterflies in your stomach? There’s a slight squeeze on your shoulder before he retracts his hand. You wish it was still there so badly, that spot feels cold now. “How about going to my place? We can relax for a bit then work on the project.” He offers. You nod, maybe a little too eagerly as you hear him laugh. Why does he look so cute when he smiles?

You take the bus to his place, the campus being a bit far from his dorms. You immediately collapse on his couch and place an arm over your eyes. The groan that comes from your lips is loud and dramatic. Yoosung laughs loudly, oddly comforting you. He sits by your legs, looking rigid. “So uhm...do you still hate me?” You look him dead in the eye. “Only if you’ll teach me how to play that stupid game of yours.” You smirk. “LOLOL isn’t stupid!” He whines. You start laughing. The scowl on his features make Yoosung look like a puppy who hasn’t gotten a treat. You laugh harder.

Yoosung rolls his eyes. “Fine. I guess I’ll teach you.” You wipe away the tears from your laughing fit and sit up happily. He retrieves his laptop and starts up LOLOL. You notice that the both of you are inching towards each other. “I’ll make your own account just in case you want to play again.” “You mean so I won’t mess up your save file?” Yoosung flounders as you let out a hearty chuckle. You put your email and username in. “ShootingStar_[y/n}? I like it!” He guides you as you create an avatar looking similar to you. You decide to be a mage. During your tutorial levels, you have a hard time navigating with the mouse. He places his right hand on top of your hand on the mouse. Your heart beats erratically while his hand is on yours. There’s a slight blush creeping up on his face as well.

By the time you finish, it’s nearly evening. You take out your laptop while Yoosung logs out and goes into the presentation. You guys spend six hours working, editing each other's slides and practicing presenting. It’s around 12am when you two are content with your work. Yoosung orders some sandwiches from a 24 hour restaurant. 

You decide to stay over since its late. Yoosung lets you sleep on his bed while he takes the couch. His bed is like sleeping on a cloud, so soft and warm. You let yourself drift off peacefully.

~~~~~~~~~

On a Wednesday, you and Yoosung have to present your project in front of the class. His face looks pale, his hands are shaky. “Hey, you okay?” You pat his back. He gulps and nods. “Just a little nervous. It's been awhile since I’ve given your last presentation.” It's your turn to pat his head. His face immediately goes a bright shade of pink.”Wh-what was that for?!” “You did that to me last time I was sad. Besides, I think you’re just mad because you know I’m going to beat you in LOLOL tonight.”  He quickly pouts. “I shouldn’t have shown you PVP mode!”

Your presentation goes well. As you leave your class, your professor hands you a rubric. “Nice work, guys.” He gives you a smile. Yoosung meets you out in the hallway. You both peer at the paper. There’s a huge ‘A’ on the top of your paper. Yoosung looks at you with wide eyes. “Oh my god… I can’t believe we did it!” You jump up and down in exuberance. Yoosung hugs you tight. You can’t deny that you have feelings for him anymore. You kiss his soft lips.

~~~~~~~~~

On a Wednesday, you chase him down the hall.

“Get back here!” You yell. “Make me!” This childish man. You continue your chase until you’re outside on campus. He suddenly stops dead in his tracks. The shock of him giving up so quickly nearly makes you trip. You would’ve become a pancake on the pavement.

“Yoosung Kim, I hate you so much!”

He chuckles warmly. “I love you too”

Yoosung presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’ll buy you another sweet bun for you. Forgive me?”

“Fine, I guess I forgive you….I love you too..”

You press a kiss to his cheek, relishing in the warmth of the sun shining above you.

[kitten-mafiagang]

Mini Angst Collection [Haikyuu]

<Setters>

Attention ~ Akaashi

While i was drinking at my bottle i saw (y/n) comming closer to me.When i was about to greet her bokuto blocked my way.

"(Y/N)-CHAN!!" bokuto cheered

"hi bokuto-san!!" she greeted him FIRST

Ofcourse i was jealous since she greeted bokuto-san first but i dint let my emotions out.

"Hi akaashi lets go home!!" She said as a gave her a smile and nods on our way home i kinda gave her many pecks but oh well i love her very much.

Small fights ~ Atsumu

Its hard having a identical twin...(Y/n) sometimes mistake osamu as me and ofcourse its hard to admit but jealousy hits me very well...

"Ne! (y/n)-san just tell me if this jerk broke you up im always here kay'?" she giggle at his dorky wink which annoys me...

On our way to our own date..

"tsumu are you mad..?" i ignored her..

"atsumu"

"...."

"oh well you dont want to talk to me ill just play video games with samu'.."

"dont.."

"atsumu is there something wrong?"

"...."

"jealous arent you..?"

"...so what" i pouted

she pecked my lips and fold her hands at my arms.

"Want to come over..?"

I smirked at her and nodded.

Senpai ~ Kageyama

Sometimes i would be jealous about hinata making (y/n) laugh but im also happy since she's happy.

Today is the after of our match to shiratorizawa and im about to meet (y/n) when i saw oikawa talking to her.

"Really!! thank you very much senpai" she smiled at him innocently and i was annoyed when she called him 'senpai'.

"no worries (y/n)-chan" he winked at her which she shrug it off.

"oikawa-san get off to MY girlfriend" i said

"aawww is Tobio-chan is jealous..?" i was about to punch him but (y/n) is there which i just dragged her off to somewhere.

"Kageyama is there something wrong...?"

"Come on lets go home and cuddle with me" i said.

"okay!!" she cheered happily and we both went home.

Cuddle with me ~ Kenma

Sometimes she would ask to cuddle with me but im busy playing with my games which is an opposite situation now.

I went home from our volleyball training and i saw her playing otome games with her phone.

Ofcourse i was tired thats why i expected her to come to me and start cuddling but whenever i ask her or try to wrap my arms around her she would just start smiling and giggling about her game.

I was pissed so i slapped her phone out and pinned her at the bed.

"least give me attention" i said.

"aww is kenma pissed...?" she teased.

"shut up and cuddle with me" i said

as she sit up and we start cuddling and fell asleep.

Fans ~ Oikawa

Well its not like i dont like girls screaming for me but it pisses me off whenever they mock (y/n)-chan.

I was heading to (y/n)-chan's room when i saw my fangirls bullying her..

"OII!!" i screamed at them away..

"t-tooru.." she called..

"are you okay (y/n)-chan!!?!" i ask her in worriedness..

"you know i think..i feel im not good enou-" i cut her off..

"(y/n)...never believe in those lies what others say just always remember you are perfect inside and out and even what they say you deserve me and i deserve you so never say those words again okay..?"

"o-okay" she said and hugged me tight as i hugged her back.

[koko-bopp]

Too Loud

choi san x male!reader

word count - 1.2K

genre - SMUT/Fluff

contains - Soft-dom!reader, bottom!san, anal, orgasm denial, teasing, begging, back clawing, unprotected sex, "good boy" "pretty boy", getting caught, ‘secret’ relationship, 

synopsis - You and San are in an incognito kind of relationship, nobody really knows about it; of course, people suspect things, but nothings been confirmed; until San's roommates hear some loud noises coming from him in his bedroom.

“Just a little more, baby, just hold it for a little longer,” You whisper breathlessly as you were practically balls-deep in your boyfriend, hovering over him on a bed that’s a bit on the smaller side, you breath against his ear and your grip on the the bedsheets as you thrusted into San.

Sex with San wasn’t entirely common, but you comply with his needs when he’s desperate to have you touch him in any kind of way. Desperate-for-sex San is your favourite San; he’s messy and eager to please you just as eager as he is to please himself. He tries his best to be quiet, and he claims he is, even though walls are witnesses to his loud, loud moans.

The only reason why this kind of behaviour has to be unnoticed is because he lives with his seven other roommates, and you two aren’t exactly public about your relationship, even to the people you're closest to; maybe it was the fear of everyone knowing actually makes it real; maybe it's the thrill, getting away with risky behaviour.. you're not sure, but you're content with it anyway.

He was digging his nails into the muscles of your back and shoulders, his mouth latching on your collar bone in attempts to silence his own moans, "[Y/N], Mhm! no, please, please I need to cum, please–" He begged, his lips now on your neck, kisses and pleas and his scratches as desperation and his moans as his petitions.

"Baby," you press, your tone firmer as you placed a kiss under San's jaw, "Just a little longer."

San shook his head, his eyes shut as his legs wrapped around your waist harder, bringing you closer and further inside him as a moan surpassed his lips, "No, no, please, I need—"

His breath hitched when you slowed your pace by yards, he was interrupted by not feeling his stomach knot and you just moving at a pace that would only let him know that you're still inside him, but not enough to bring him to orgasm. He whined again, he's the kind to literally cry if you stop touching him, desperate for you to make him feel good but he knows better than to disobey. "Baby," you mock, bringing a hand down to place a thumb over the slit of his cock, then proceeding to move just that bit faster to bring back that full feeling, "Are you going to wait, pretty boy?"

A tear fell down from his eye and met with the pillow under him, he shakes his head, bringing his hand down to put it over the one you have on his crotch, his silent attempts to get it off of him. He shook his head, "Yes, I promise, I'll be good!" He cried, broken moans following his vow as you started to pound into him once again, moving your hand away and instead lacing it with his.

While your mind was purely occupied with your boyfriend, you couldn't help but notice the footsteps from underneath the door.

Multiple footsteps.

A small smirk made it way onto your expression, your undivided attention turning towards your boyfriend, "Hm, baby?"

He moaned before he could respond, but his eyes opening in the slightest to look at you, his mouth agape, his words coming out at barely a whisper, "Y-yes?" He looked gorgeous, he looked perfect.

You reached down grip your boyfriend's hips, placing a hand on his headboard and hooking his legs over your shoulders, "I want you to moan for me like a good boy, okay, honey? Be good for me, yeah?"

Just before San could give you any kind of response, his back is arching and moans spilling like a kettle with over-boiling water.

You bite down on your lip, your breath uneven as you thrusted your hips into San, being the reason of his arousal and the fact that you're the reason he's too fixated on the pleasure to form proper words.

"[Y/N]! Ah-!" He gasped, his eyes tearing with one hand gripping the end of the pillow under him and the other gripping your biceps, the pleasure being overwhelming for him as he tried his hardest to not throw his head back so he didn't have to break eye contact with you.

"Yeah–" your own pant cutting you off, "Yeah, baby?"

"P-please," San begs, his body jolting up out of reflex.

"Please, what?"

"Please, please let me cum! Oh my god, please," San pleads and moans and as soon you give him permission he brings you as close to him as possible, pressing your lips on his like his life depended on it, pushing his tongue into your mouth as you deep-stroke him rough and hard through his moans and kisses.

The footsteps go almost immediately, a smirk returns on your lips as you pull away from your boyfriend, watching him relax from his strong orgasm, his sheets now stained in cum from both of you.

"That–" San exhales loudly, bringing a hand up to your cheek as he stared at you lovingly through tired eyes, "That was amazing."

You lean forward to kiss him again, your eyes closing and his too as you shared the moment.

"You." You try to say, but San proceeds to kiss you, "You should sh–" you try again, but San's eyes are still closed and taking your bottom lip between his teeth. "You should shower," you finally say, pulling away from San, watching him smile at you with a bright grin. He nods at you, and you smile at him too as he gets off the bed, and blows you a kiss before he goes to enter his bathroom.

You chuckle at your boyfriend's behaviour, picking up the bedsheets ready to toss them into the laundry basket.

If you were right about the footsteps, tomorrow was going to come with a menu full of questions.

-`, ° • ♘

San was sitting on the counter of the kitchen, and you leaning your back against the sink, talking to your boyfriend. He was wearing your shirt, and you had a simple, black singlet on, just chatting together with your prefered drinks in a coffee cup.

"Oh," The sound of Hongjoong coming in makes you and your boyfriend turn, Hongjoong waved, "I'm surprised you guys are awake."

San furrowed his brows in question, "Why's that?"

Hongjoong shrugged, "I don't know. Thought you two had a busy night."

You stop yourself from spitting your drink back into your cup. Swallowing it with difficultly as you had literally forgotten about the addition to last night's events.

Mingi walked in, glaring at you, "I'll kill you if you spend the night again. I'm not kidding."

"What are you–" Then San looked at you, eyes wide, "No way."

"Er, yeah," Yunho walks into the kitchen too, walking past you to get to the bowl of fruit, picking up a mandarin, "San. Never thought you bottomed."

An embarrassed cough exits San's mouth, his cheeks flame red as he avoids eye contact with everyone.

"Oh, so we're just gonna bully San, when this guy is the reason?" Mingi groaned, pointing at you before getting the milk carton from the fridge.

Seonghwa made his enterence too, gasping at you before turning you around by the shoulder, so now your back was facing him, "[Y/N]! Oh my god, what did he do to you?" Seonghwa moved the strap of your singlet a little, looking at the red scratches embedded into your back.

"Guys..." You mumble, "Can we just leave it alone–"

"—No," Yeosang interrupted, grumbling a little bit doing his best to seem unphased as he made his way in, "Wooyoung and Jongho are sleeping in because all they could hear is San begging and skin-slapping. We're legally obliged to embarrass the two of you to death."

You pursed down your lips, taking a glace over at your boyfriend before a tiny flustered but amused smile making its way, "Sorry, guys. But he's usually louder at my place so you guys had it eas—"

"[Y/N]!" San snapped, throwing a tissue ball at you in attempts to stop you from talking, "You literally begged to fuck me last time, don't even try."

Mingi broke be the silence first, crossing his arms over his chest as he spoke, "Are you guys dating? Or is it, like, a casual thing?"

You and San stole a look at each other, waiting for the other to give an answer or seal the deal, worried that one won't be content with the answer or the other doesn't want what they want.

But San ended up making the statement, "[Y/N]'s my boyfriend," he said, a hint of pride in his tone and a triumph smile on his lips, then looking at his friend's briefly, "I just... Didn't know how to bring it up, you know?"

Hongjoong sighed, "Just, do it over at [Y/N]'s next time, you two are too loud."

[enternalempires]

Downfall of a Liar

This is a Lukanette fic. Some fluff, some angst, a lot of salt and Luka being a King of Revenge. You all get to see the more conniving part of our snake boi. Hope you enjoy! Haven’t figured out how to use links yet but my Ao3 username is the same. Basically,  Lila Rossi has gone too far and Luka Couffaine is going to do something about it. He is, after all, a Couffaine… a little chaos never frightened him.

Marinette came to him on a Friday afternoon with sad eyes and tear-stained cheeks. Her knees were bleeding and her wrists were bruised, hair messy and lip busted. Her dress was ruined with an ugly paint smear and her stockings underneath were ripped.

“I fell down the stairs,” She told him, looking away. “I didn’t mean to. I must’ve fallen into some paint.”

Luka didn’t believe this.

The wobble in her voice and the unsteady way she had stumbled right into his chest when she saw him was not the actions of a girl used to her own clumsy feet. Marinette was a strong girl and he knew how much of a burden was placed onto her shoulders. She did not crack easily and she did not do it over being a klutz or smudged paint. She did not cry over repairable things, over broken nails or washable clothes. She did not come to him looking upset and watery-eyed without feeling one step from breaking.

These were things he knew.

So, after calming her down and getting her to take a shower, offering her clean clothes and a warm bed, and letting the girl he fell in love with fall asleep on his chest to the sound of his heartbeat, he did some digging.

He went to his sister first and found out the real story.

Marinette was in the art workshop, Mrs. Bustier having set up a lesson in there during the last hour of the day, with the other members of the band as she helped Nathan and Marc on their story.

She was honestly just being nice— as Jules explained— then the bitch, his sister’s respective name for Lila, sauntered into the room and started to wail about how Mari was only helping the two co-creators because she wanted the credit for their work.

The girl he fell in love with defended herself, and her friends did the same but with most of the Akuma class— excluding the band members and Nathaniel— having fallen for her tails of woe and amazing, yet false, life experiences, they sided with the liar instead of Mari.

Then, throughout the rest of the class, the bitch found ways to terrorize Marinette (going as far and tripping her and cutting her dress with scissors, dropping her paint onto her, pushing her into things, or slamming different objects onto her wrists) and then blame her for getting in the way.

Juleka and Rose had helped Marinette calm down a little as the girl broke into tears as soon as they were away from the rest of the Akuma class but she just kept panicking— and ran away. They didn’t know where she ended up until he texted them and asked.

Then Luka asked for Alya Cesiare’s phone number and made an unsettling discovery.

Marinette and the blogger were no longer best friends.

And, horrifyingly, she had been accused of being a bully, a liar, and a manipulator. Lila painted his melody in the way that everyone should view her instead.

Finally he created a group chat with a few allies he could trust.

He contacted Adrien Agreste (because even if the boy had been painfully oblivious that Marinette had once been in love with him, he would do anything for his lady), Kagami Tsurigi and her girlfriend and spoiled brat, Chloe Bourgeois, the boyfriends Marc and Nate, and then the rest of his band.

He named it ‘The Marinette Protection Squad’ and, just like that, the war was on its way.

*-*-*

Lila Rossi was waiting in the back of the school by herself when Luka arrived. He found her hidden between one of the walls and a thick oak tree and he didn’t bother to hide himself as he crossed the grounds over to her.

She saw him, surprise lighting her features for a second before it shifted into a— what he would guess, if it wasn't on someone so repulsive— a seductive smile.

“Luka!” She squealed, sauntering up to him and stopping a few feet away. “How are you, sweetheart? It’s been forever since we saw each other, since your last year in Lycee, right?”

“I don’t care,” Luka took a step back, face emotionless as he looked down at her. His eyes gave away nothing as he shoved his hands into his pockets. “You’ve made a lot of people angry, Lila.”

“A-Angry?” She stammered, feigning innocence by putting her hands over her heart with too wide of eyes to be real. “Why would they be angry with me?”

“Because you’re a liar and you hurt the people they care about— you hurt the person I care about.”

“Oh,” Lila straightened her back. “You must be talking about my bully.”

“Your bully?” Luka scoffed, less than amused. “Sure, I’ll play along for a minute. Who is your bully.”

“She’s... s-she is Marinette,” The liar sniffles. “And she says such horrible things about me and they’re not true! She pushes me and, and she rips up my homework and she insults me. Whatever you heard isn’t true, I swear!”

“Are you done?” He sighed out, shrugging his shoulders to make them relax more. “You’re a lying bitch, I get it. I’m not here to let you try to sink your claws under my skin, not that it would work, I’m here to warn you.”

“Warn me about what?” Lila asks, voice going a bit nastier than she probably intended.

What a two-faced bitch.

“That you should watch your back,” He says simply, turning slightly to walk back to his house. “You pushed a lot of people into your enemy list by threatening Marinette and now you’re about to face the consequences. It’s only fair to give you a head’s up.”

��Marinette,” she shrieks, “is nothing but a liar and a horrible person—”

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng, no matter what anyone says, is the kindest person you will ever meet,” Luka snarled, whirling on the sausage-haired girl so fast that she stumbled back, unprepared. “And I’m hers. You hurt the wrong person, you egocentric bitch, and you’re going to pay for it.”

Lila gaped for a second before she forced an innocent look on her face, mouth opening to say something but the musician just continued, eyes hard and narrowed and angry, mouth drawn into a tight line.

He was a generally calm person, he could handle a lot before ever blowing a fuse. Because he was also a Couffaine at heart. He thrived in chaos where others wither and when it came to those he loved, nothing would stop him from protecting them.

Especially when the one he loved and had to defend was the girl he fell in love with.

“She is thoughtful and compassionate and selfless and astounding in how she will push herself to the knife’s edge just to make sure her loved ones are okay. She is a cinnamon roll but the fiercest ally you could ever have. There is no stopping her, there is no convincing her to step down when she’s standing up for something that’s right— when she’s standing up for someone, unless that someone is herself.”

He took a step closer and, well, that must’ve been pretty intimidating because she scrambled to take one back, causing a humorless chuckle to leave his lips.

He was his mother’s son but he had enough of his father in him to leave others terrified.

“And you want to convince me that just because you have the Akuma class, Mlle. Bustier, and M. Damocles so far up your ass that people will hate her? Really? Let me tell you something, sweetheart," He gave a cruel smirk, voice mocking as he repeated what she called him earlier. “This isn’t you and all your puppets against Marinette, it’s now you against the entire school. You might pretend to rule this place but she is the one who everyone looks up to and loves. She’s their sunshine child and leader and she has connections everywhere. She knows people that could make your life a living hell and it is her kindness alone that has spared you in the past. And you should have cut your losses when you had the chance because I, however, am not as kind. You declared war, Mlle. Rossi, do not be surprised when your downfall comes knocking on your door.”

With that and smirking at the ugly glare on her face, Luka saunters away, whistling a happy tune despite how tightly his fists are clenched inside his pockets.

It’s a week later when they make the first move.

Ivan and Rose, because despite her size she puts up one hell of a fight, are Marinette’s bodyguards during school. They prevent her from getting hurt while Mylene, Marc, and Nate make sure to record anything and everything Lila does that’s incriminating towards her reputation. 

Juleka is on sabotage duty during school to make sure any plans backfire onto the bitch while Adrien is the distraction. Both were excellent at their job. Almost scarily good.

Outside of school Kagami and Luka strategize and come up with plans to make sure anything Lila says can be used against her. They organize groups and make sure that Marinette and her family doesn’t get bothered by Lila or any of her followers.

One by one more people in the school help. Marinette’s friends from different classes going from the highest grade level to the first year students at Lycee all jump in when needed— when they overhear a lie and debunk it by pulling up proof or contacting the people involved directly (Marinette isn’t the only one with contacts).

One by one Lila is getting more isolated, one by one she’s losing her power.

And it’s so satisfying to see that Luka goes to sleep laughing.

It’s not even a full month before the Akuma class had fully left Lila’s side, the last to turn was Alya— the reporter so distraught over how she realized she had been treating her former best friend that she had a mental breakdown.

It was a month on the dot when Honeybee and Ryuko got video footage of Lila snatching one of Hawkmoth’s butterflies from the air with a wide grin and a “What can I do for you today, boss?” and it was a week later when her life got ruined.

(Marinette was so overjoyed that the constant terror— in her civilian— life was going away that she kissed Luka until their lungs ached and, just like that, Luka got revenge and a girlfriend in one sweep.

And that girlfriend was very, very grateful for it too. Most nights he went to bed with bruise-kissed lips and a beautiful girl in his arms. Marinette looked happier than she did in years and all the planning and frustration melted away when he saw her wake up with a smile.

He couldn’t protect her when she was fighting an Akuma but he’s proved more than enough times that he could protect her when she goes back to having two left feet.)

First she got expelled from her Lycee for false accusations, thief, bullying, and cheating. 

Then her lies— ever last one of them— were exposed and her mother was informed about what her daughter was up to and even waved her daughter’s diplomatic immunity— being absolutely disgusted with her daughter’s behavior— when the court cases of people suing her for fraudulence, harassment, threats, attempted murder, and acts of terroism.

Last, but not least, Lila was banned from Paris and all the cases stacked up against her were moved to a different court within France so they wouldn’t even have to see her again.

Though they did see her screaming and shrieking and snarling towards Luka as he joyfully waved at her when the bitch was getting dragged to the back of a cop car, “You! You did this! You made this all happen! I’m going to get you back for this, Couffaine, I swear I’m going to get you!”

She seemed absolutely insane, drool going down her chin from how hard she had been yelling, eyes frantic and face flushed and she jerked like a wild animal trying to get out of her cuffs and the officer’s hands that held her back from attacking the young musician.

He was a Couffaine and this chaos made him delighted to witness.

After all, it’s not everyday you get to see the downfall of the bitch who made the love of your life miserable.

Luka just laughed and sent her a cocky wave, “I look forward to it, sweetheart.”

Well… you can’t say she wasn’t warned.

[vemuabhi]

Insecurities - Benn Beckman X Male Reader

Requested by Sletza147 (wattpad)

Pairing : Benn Beckman X Male! Feminine! Reader 

Word count : 2.1K

A/N : There are a lot of people who are not truly accepting who they are because of this judgemental society. Everyone needs to be given a chance and be appreciated for who they are. I loved writing this request because it was really meaningful and lovely. If a person reading this is not accepting their true self because of this society, I just want to let you know that you are amazing and you are worth everything. Stay strong and love yourself!

Listen to  Scars to your Beautiful (Clickable). Its a song I really love which show the worth of every person. I was thinking about this song as I wrote this.

Warnings : Angst, Alcohol, Comfort and then happy ending.

You sit in the corner table of the bar as you chug the glass of beer in front of you. Was it the 7th or the 9th glass? You didn’t know. You didn’t care. All you wanted then to do was to drink away all your problems.

‘Why should it happen to me’, you thought as you clenched your wrist. You placed the glass on the table with a thud and walked towards the podium where some musicians played music. The bar seemed livelier now. You stood on the podium and turned around. Took the mic in your hand and started to sing a song as the musicians played music. You were singing a popular song so everyone cheered you and some even joined you while you sang. This time this lively group were really nice too.

After the song was finished, everyone clapped for you and you bowed. You tried to get down the podium, but as you were drunk, you slipped. But in an instant strong hands stopped you from falling.

“Ah! Thanks”, you said as you looked at the person. He was a tall man with raven black hair. He had a cigarette in his mouth and sharp black eyes.

You pulled away from him and made your way back to your spot. Other people started to sing and dance. Another glass came to you. You this time slowly sipped it. Then the same man with black hair came towards you.

“Is this place taken?”, he asked.

“No. As if anyone would want to sit and drink with me”, you answered as you gave him a weak smile. He sat in the chair and asked, “Why wouldn’t anyone want to sit with you? You seem like a really fun person”

You laughed at his words and asked for the bartender for another glass. “Well, lets see why not”, you said as you straightened your back. He sipped from his glass as he closely listened to you.

“I am a guy and I walk in a way everyone thinks is wrong for a man, to walk like that. I talk in this high pitch voice of mine, and everyone considers it as wrong, for a man. I try to look a bit colourful, and everyone says its not manly, for a guy. In simple words, everyone says ‘I’m not normal’. Now, tell me who would want to sit with me”, you said as the waiter placed another glass of beer in front of you.

“You are drinking too much”, he said only for you to scoff in return.

You sip it slowly and then continue, “People are really mean. They just don’t care what the other person is feeling. If you want to live, you either have to be rich and powerful or super perfect in every way”, you said and looked at him. You thought he wouldn’t care or would stop listening to you, but he kept listening.

You sighed and said, “Many said I was too feminine for a guy to be. Even my family. Also my ex-boyfriend”, you drank some more beer and added, “People love to bully others and especially, when they find someone like me, they won’t hold their horses anymore. You know how hard it is being a gay person. It would become even harder for feminine gay person like me. Where ever you go, people judge you. So, here I am, just like every week. Drinking to reduce the pain in my heart”, you smiled at him as you finish your glass.

“Sometimes, I wish I was normal”, you end with a fake chuckle. The man in front of you listened to every single word of yours carefully.

He drank his beer and placed the glass on the table. He looked sternly at you and said, “You are normal. You are, even if you agree or not”, he said as he indicated for another glass to the waiter.

He turned towards you and said, “There is nothing in this world, which is perfect. Yes, people judge, talk and bully. But if you prove, not to them, but to yourself about how amazing you are, you won’t be sad and drunk like this. Most people are trash and talk bad of one who is hard working, talented and good hearted. That’s hoe people are. If you want to become strong, work hard for yourself. If you want to achieve something, achieve it for yourself. Not for the sake of others. You are worth of many things”, he said as he smiled at you.

“You are already perfect. If you want to become even stronger, come join our Red hair pirates. We won’t judge you”, he said as his hand wiped your cheek. That was when you noticed that you were crying. He was a man who said you were worth it. He got up and placed some cash on the table.

“My treat. Don’t drink too much from now”, he said and left to his original group.

‘He was… he was a pirate and said all those nice things to me’ you thought as you took your belongings and left the place.

The next day you got up with your head killing you. This time, the hangover was worse than previous week. You remembered the man from last night and even if your head was in immense pain, you freshened and went towards the port for any pirate ship. ‘I don’t want to stay here. No person would even care if I leave. I’d die having a fun adventure rather than live with toxic people around me’, you thought as you searched for the ship.

After a while you saw a ship of the red hair pirates, which the man mentioned last night. You saw the man with red hair from the night before. ‘If I remember correctly, he is the friend of the raven haired man’, you thought as you made your way towards him.

“Excuse me, can I talk to you”, you asked the man as he smiled at you and stopped in his tracks.

“Hey! I saw you last night. You are the singer right”, he asked making you chuckle. The intense pain returned back to you and you winced in pain.

“Are you okay?”, he asked and you nodded as you still held your head.

“I saw your friend last night, can I please speak to him”, you asked the man who nodded as he placed his hand on your shoulder and said, “You really don’t seem ok, just come onto the ship. I’ll make sure someone gives you a medicine”, he said. You could only nod at that pain.

He led you towards the pirate ship and took you inside. It was your first time inside a pirate ship and you looked around even though you were in pain. He took you towards a room which looked like a medic room. He told you to sit on the bed and you obliged. He then looked out of the room and said, “Ah! Benn, come here! I need your help”, he said and the same man you were looking for came in. He was surprised to see you there.

“Oh my! You really came! And you met the captain himself”, he said

“What!”, you looked at the red haired man and said, “You are the captain. I… I’m sorry I didn’t even introduce myself”

“Haha, Its fine. I’m Shanks. Benn told me about you last night. So, do you want to become a pirate?”, he asked and you said, “Yes sir, if its ok, can I join your crew. I’ll make sure I’ll get stronger”

“That’s the sprit! Good. Welcome to the crew!”, Shanks exclaimed and continued, “Benn, could you give the newbie medicine, I’ll be back”, the captain left with that leaving you and Benn alone.

“I told you, you shouldn’t drink that much. See what happened now”, he said as he took a medicine from the cupboard and gave it to you.

“Take this. You’ll soon feel better”, he smiled and sat beside you. You took the medicine and it was sure horrible.

You looked at him and asked, “Why did you invite me to be one of the crew? Don’t you think, I may be a spy or a secret marine? How could you trust a stranger like me, not to say was drunk too at that moment?”

He smiled at you and said, “Yeah that’s a good question but, when I saw your tears just because of some words from a stranger. Your tears… they were pure. So, I offered you to come to the crew, to become even stronger”. You blushed at his words and he laughed seeing your red face.

Then began your journey as a member of the Red hair pirates group. The beginning wasn’t easy. The training was really tough. But you didn’t give up. You wanted to make your captain proud of you. He gave you the opportunity to join them. So you were really grateful to him. You trained with all the members but especially Benn. He gave you special attention and made you stronger. You loved visiting the new islands. They were all so different and unique. While you were on the ship, you noticed that the crew had zero sense of money. Getting to one island, the dorks would spend money on every useless thing and be broke for a lot of time.

As you didn’t want that to happen you took the matter in your hands and started to take care of the money. You started to make sure to give everyone equal share and save some for future. And due to your doings, they at least didn’t be too poor. You really had a hard time make sure to keep their sneaky hands away from the money. Fighting them while they tried to take money made you to become more will powered and stronger.

After 3 years, you showed a real improvement in your combat skills and made Benn and Shanks really proud of you. This crew didn’t once treated you differently. They respected you and treated you as one of them. They never mocked you. If anyone ever tried to make fun of the way you are, they beat the crap out of them.

You loved your crew. But especially… one person even more. That was the first mate of the crew. You always had feelings for him but never expressed them. But one night at a bar on an island, a guy suddenly stated to hit on you. You tried to reject him but he wouldn’t budge. As he was becoming creepier, you had no other choice but to search around for any of the members who weren’t completely wasted. You saw Benn was looking at you. It was as if he was waiting for a signal. “BABE! OVER HERE!”, you called Benn. His face slushed red at how you called him. He came towards you and sat beside you with his arm around your shoulder. Just one glare from Benn, made him to run away.

“Huff… Thanks for coming. He just wouldn’t leave”, you said as you drank the beer and continued, “I wish I also had a boyfriend or just be in a relationship. Makino san and Shanks are always making me jealous”, you fake chuckled and placed the glass on the table.

“Do… Do you like someone?”, he asked making your heart skip a beat.

“What if I say I do? What will you do?”, you asked but the latter didn’t even look at you. ‘If I tell it now, I can blame it was a joke right, since I won’t find a chance like this to play it off’, you thought.

You took the beer glass from his hand and said, “What will you do if I say, I like you? Would you then go out with me?”. Everything was silent but as soon as you said that, he looked at you with a stunned expression. You could see the pink hue on his cheeks.

“Yes, i… I’d go out with you”, he said as he turned his gaze away from you. ‘He is blushing! Oh god… is.. this happening? Is this a dream’, you thought as you looked at him with your eyes wide open.

“Wait, were… were you joking”, you asked him but he looked at you more seriously and said, “Why would I joke, in a moment like this?” he exhaled and turned towards you as he took your hand. “Y/N, will you go out with me. I promise I won’t let anyone or anything hurt you. Please be my boyfriend”.

You had no words to answer to his confession. All you could do was nod rigorously as tears slid down your face. He pulled you close to him and you wrapped your arms around his shoulder. 

After a while you went ahead to the podium space where people sing sometimes and took the mic. You took a deep breath and started to sing as people turned their focus on you. This time, you only looked at one person as you smiled and sang.

You don’t have to change a thing the world could change its heart

The scars to your beautiful 

We’re stars we’re beautiful

XOXOXOXO

I hope you liked it! Please forgive me for any mistakes.

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BTS Reaction To: Going Shopping With Your Child

Summary: you and your boyfriend go out with your kid for the day

Warnings: fluffff, cute dad bts, jimin wanting to prove the BULLIES WRONG, mentions of some bullying? its just not stated just implied to the daughter, reader has some anxiety in taehyungs part, mentions of puking, fluff in general.

Request: Can you do an imagine with BTS members where you go shopping with your kid (preferably small kid or baby) but you can do anything :)

W.C.: 1.7k

Notes: ALMOST FINISHED WITH ALL OF THE ASKS IN MY INBOX!! 2 TO GO!

Seokjin:

For the first time since you gave birth to your son Alexander, your boyfriend wanted to go out and show your now little family. At first you were reluctant because of the fear of something bad happening such as Alexander catching a cold, someone taking your son, the paparazzi scaring him – you are just plain nervous. But the reassurance from your boyfriend and encouraging words, he got you to say yes and the excitement in his eyes had you relaxing.

After gathering your bag that held everything you need for the day, you got Alexander and you dress while Seokjin was out in the garage putting in the car seat. Dressing yourself in something comfortable but also stylish, you got Alexander and made your way to the garage.

“See, everything will be fine, you said.”  You mocked your boyfriend. “There is nothing to worry about, you added.” You glared at your boyfriend who was giving you a worried smile as you tried to get rid of the puke stain that Alexander caused.

“Hey! Baby’s puking is normal thing, you have nothing to worry about!”

“Oh! Nothing to worry about, huh? He managed to get puke on both me and the waitress!” You exclaimed, rubbing even harder on the area where Alexander puked.

Cringing, Seokjin gave you a nervous smile, “Okay maybe there is something to worry about?”

“You think?!”

Yoongi:

Sitting on the bench outside of the Victoria Secret shop, Yoongi held Mia in his arms, lightly bouncing her so she can fall asleep. There was a slight pout on his lips because he could not bring into the store with you while you shopped – and this is one of Yoongi’s favorite stores to shop with you in.

A small whine escaped Mia’s lips causing the rapper to frown at his daughter. “Hey, why are you whining?” He asked, knowing that she will not give him a verbal response, only another whine came from the small child. Not knowing what else to do, Yoongi began to start singing ‘So Far Away’ to Mia, praying to whoever is listening that it will calm his daughter down.

You just got done finishing your shopping inside Victoria Secret, wanting to get some new pajamas and underwear, and a cute little backpack for days out with your daughter. As you were walking out of the store, you stopped in your tracks when you heard your husbands voice singing. Walking quietly over to him, you began to tear up because the scene that is right in front of you is picture perfect. Knowing that your husband does not notice you yet, you shimmied your way onto the bench with him as discretely as possible, wanting to see how long that it will take for him to notice you. Once he was done singing, you laid your head on his shoulder, only to get knocked in face due to him jumping from your presence.

“God Dammit Min Yoongi,” you cursed, rubbing your jaw.

“Well you shouldn’t have scared me like that!”

“Oh wow, so now its my fault?”

Hoseok:

Going out with your husband and twins was a bad idea.

Why?

Well, Hoseok lost Maggie and you are dealing with Jisoo who is wanting to get a new pair of leggings because her old ones now have holes in them from gymnastics. But the thing is, Jisoo is very picky when it comes to leggings and now you know how your mom felt when she took you shopping.

“But mom, they are too thick and they’re going to make me uncomfortable.” Your eight-year-old daughter explained.

“Well for some reason, this is all that they have, and you have tried on every pair. Do you want to go to Walmart and see if they have the ones you like?” You asked, folding the pair of leggings that she got out of.

“If that’s okay? I don’t want to be irritating…” She checked, one of the traits that she got from you which is the feeling of being irritating and asking for too much.

Smiling gently at her, “you’re not being irritating, love. I want you to feel comfortable in what you wear, especially with gymnastics. Come on, lets find your father and sister.”

Walking out of the dressing room you were met with your husband who was giving you a nervous smile.

“Where’s Maggie?” You asked, praying to God he did not lose her once again.

“You know how much I love you and much I cherish life, right?”

“You better find her in five minutes or you’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”

Namjoon:

Taking a child and a man child shopping was not the greatest idea you ever had.

Your boyfriend is perfect! You can agree to that. But the one thing that the two of you can agree on is how destructive he is. You remember the first time when he met your parents, he broke your mothers’ sister’s funerary urn.

That was not a good meeting because Namjoon broke out crying and panicking while your mother broke out into a heavy cry whereas your dad was trying to figure out what happened.

It was a very interesting meeting.

But the reason why you are nervous with this shopping trip with your family is because you are shopping for jewelry – something that Namjoon is also known for destroying. You can admit though that he is doing good so far because he is watching your guys daughter, Jessie. The pretty silver and gold began to take your attention from your husband and daughter away, causing you to not realize that Namjoon is now looking with Jessie and touching some of the displays. The sound of glass breaking and a scared, but all too familiar gasp had you turning towards your husband with a glare.

Giving you a nervous smile, Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck. “Oops?”

Jimin:

Having a husband that is a dance and a daughter wanting to take after him, both you and Jimin wanted to get her a ‘starting kit,’ – which consisted of new dance clothes, a duffle bag, water bottle and the whole shebang. When the first dance class ended, your daughter raced out to the car where you and Jimin sat talking, crying her eyes out about being bullied by the girls in the class because she did not have pink, or Victoria secret, or in their terms ‘name brand’ stuff.

Pulling a few strings, Jimin found out that those girls were best friends and were going to be at the mall shopping since it was the leader of the group’s birthday. Wanting to go along with his plan, the three of you, along with her uncles, you guys decided to have a ‘fun day’ at the mall. Jungkook and Taehyung were distracting her before she panicked by jumping into Taehyung’s arms to hide herself from the girls.

Jimin gave you smirk before walking into Gucci to get the clothes that he wanted to spoil his daughter with. As he walked out, he made sure to get the group of girl’s attentions by calling out her name, shaking the bags that held the clothes in. With wide eyes, Makenzie jumped out of Taehyung’s arms, running up to her dad with a wide grin, forgetting about the group of girls who were starting at her in shock.

“Dad!” She yelled happily, “What is this?”

“This is for you, princess. Now you’ll be able to look in style for your next dance class!” He announced happily, a little louder than usual so the girls to hear.

At the next dance class, the girls did not once bother your daughter.

Taehyung:

Being with someone who is very into fashion is interesting because you, yourself, are not that into it. Preferring Under Armor shorts and your boyfriend’s hoodie than wearing Gucci or Puma always made you unique in your boyfriends’ eyes. After being together for almost fifteen years while having a five-year-old child, Ski, you kept with the same style.

But Taehyung wants to change something for just a day.

Having an Instagram page for your guys little family, he wanted to have a photoshoot while you three are out an about. But the twist is, is that you have to be wearing something fashionable, something that you despise. After several attempts of persuading you, you finally caved in and decided to do it.

The sounds of whispers coming from your peers has your anxiety skyrocketing because you feel out of your place. Noticing it, Taehyung nudges your daughter, who is in love with this whole day out, he gets her attention.

“Tell Mommy how beautiful she is, she is looking upset.”

Nodding her head happily, Ski bounces towards you, causing you to smile. “Hi sweetheart, how are you feeling?”

Tugging your hand, wanting to crouch down to her level, she pulls you closer to her. “You look beautiful, momma!”

Eyes watering, you picked her up, accidentally nudging Taehyung, you hugged her tightly to you. Joining the hug, Taehyung pulled the both of you into his chest, kissing the tops of your guys heads.

Jungkook:

“Why must we wear black?” You asked your husband, pushing the stroller that had your sleeping son, AJ, in it who was also wearing all black.

Looking at you with wide eyes, hand on chest taking offence to your question, Jungkook gasped. “Because black is in style! And we look fancy!”

Shaking your head, “We look emo as fuck.”

Smirking, “Are you having flashbacks of your emo stage, baby?”

Glaring at him, “you better keep your mouth shut or you’re on baby duty tonight.”

Rolling his eyes, he ushered you into the Louis Vuitton store, taking the stroller from you so you could take a break from it. As the both you and Jungkook were searching the shelves, the sounds of uneasiness started to come from AJ, alerting the two of you. Putting the jacket back on the hangers, Jungkook took AJ out of the stroller, picking him up and bouncing him up and down lightly to try and get him back to sleep.

It happened all too fast; one moment Jungkooks black leather jacket was all black, and the next it had the breakfast you fed AJ this morning, decorating it.

Not knowing what to say, you cautiously took AJ out of his dad’s hands, trying to not break out laughing from the look of disgust on his face.

“Huh, maybe the color black isn’t that bad after all.”

[exodusmc]

Sinner

Genre: smut, Lucifer au 

Words: 2147 

Paring: Lucifer Taehyung x reader

Warning!: mentions of suicide and bullying, (selling your soul to lucifer?), oral (m receiving),  degrading language, dirty talk, choking, saliva, penetrativ sex, (demon cock?), Master kink, light bondage (chains, how fun), touching of cervix, overstimulation  (fainting because of it), brusing, hickeys, slight cock warming, a lot of cum. 

a/n: So this is the most extrem thing I have every written and I feel extremly dirty but oh well…and chains, how fun. 

Gif is not mine

Wings spread from his back like black thunder clouds. The hair on his head was brighter than the sun, contrasting everything about him. His eyes blue as kristals. It was not how you thought he would look. You had expected horns from his head and a tail from his back, but he was an angel from the beginning. A smirk graced his god like features, chin resting in his hand, skin glowing. The crown on his head was big, magnific. Gold almost blending into his hair. Clothed in black and red of blood, he looked beautiful. 

“So, human, how come you are here? In hell and still breathing?” his voice was deeper than the oceans, licking up your burning skin. Why were you here? To beg, to plead, to do anything. 

“I..I want to ask for a life..” he raised an eyebrow at you, interest showing in his dangerous eyes. 

“As in death or reborn?” he voiced the question with mock, sure that you were here with a polluted heart. Tears formed in your eyes, hair falling over your face, fear and regret growing into your soul. 

“As in someone to survive..” you whispered, meeting him again. Lucifer sat on his throne, looking down at you like he looked down at the world. “To live again”

Taehyung clicked his tongue, pondering about what you had done to be this desperate. He was sure you already knew that you wouldn’t leave this place alive. So why do it? No human can feel so much love, to give their own life to him for someones.

“Why?” the question rang in your ears, like the time you first realised what you had done, who you had killed because you were afraid, a coward. 

“Because she deserves to live and I don’t..”your voice broke, guilt like Taehyung never heard before. 

“Tell me, human, what did you do?” images played in your mind, every old wound ripping open again to bleed. 

Taehyung saw what was in your head, the story of friends and one who turned away. The girl you wanted to save was your old best friend and someone you made the mistake of losing because of the want to fit in. Your friend had been bullied by the people you called your new ones. She had tried to get your help, slowly falling to pieces everytime your turned your back. Time wasn’t your friend, nor hers, and she finally broke. Taehyung saw the suicide, he saw her leave for heaven and he saw your soul shattering the second she stopped breathing. When you looked at Taehyung again was his gaze darker than death itself. 

“You killed her. You have sinned” you cried silently, not denying anything because it was true. 

“And you want me to take your soul for hers?” you nodded, staring at him, pleading for him to accept. She had always wanted to be a doctor to save lives, she had always wanted to live, and you took it from her. That was what led you to your knees before Lucifer, selling yourself to him. 

“It will hurt, will be miserable for you” he watched you for any change but you just nodded, already knowing it. 

“Okay human..I’ll take your offer” something sinister grew in his eyes, a feeling of being suffocated with it.   

You gasped and thrashed on the floor, crying your eyes out. It hurt so much but Taehyung smiled, liking your pain a little more than others. He knew what he wanted from you and he knew you would fall for him, you were a mere human woman. They always fell for lust, and they fell hard. A scream ripped through you, tearing everything you were with it. You fell limp against the floor, only to see leather shoes before your burning eyes. 

“It’s done. She is alive, breathing” you smiled, eyes falling shut as if you were dying. You felt at peace for the first time in years but it didn’t last, it would never. 

“You are mine now. You are for me to do what I want” Taehyung yanked you by your hair, eyes glowing and staring at the pureness of your unmarked throat. Fear ran through your spine but you were his, and was to submit to his desires. 

“Yes master” Taehyung smirked at your words, already having broken you. The way you looked at him did things to him, you were under his complet control. 

“Good girl. Now come” you moved after him, staring at his broad shoulder, feeling oddly out of feelings. 

Taehyung sat down, you kneeling between his legs without him having to say it. He grinned down at you, at how good you listened. A hand patted your head, as if you were a dog, maybe you were one now. Lucifer dragged his fingers down to your chin, grabbing it with his thumb and index finger, making you look at his lusty gaze. 

“You have fallen, little hum-, I mean little slut..” he looked proudly at your glossy eyes, at the way he saw your body reacting from him.  “You will please me, right?”

You nodded, hands running over his muscular thighs, stopping over his semi hiding behind fabric. Taehyung kept his fingers laced in your hair, nodding for you to keep going. You listened to the silent command, grabbing his cock. It was big, textured. Your hands looked small around it but just the sight of it throbbing had you craving sins. 

“Go on slut..Make your master feel good” Taehyung whispered, dragging your lips closer to him. 

“Yes master” you moved your hands up and down his cock, feeling every bump, every vein. Taehyung groaned, gripping harder at you hair. You knew you should hurry up and suck him but couldn’t really make yourself do it. 

“Come on, put your pretty little lips around me” you hesitated for a second and in return felt a hard tug at your roots, making you hurry to enclose his cock with your mouth. 

Taehyung sighed happily at the feeling of you around him, sucking and moving up and down like it was your only call to please him. You sucked mostly at his tip, afraid to take all of him. He would definitely choke you but Taehyung didn’t care, only grabbed the sides of your hair and pushing all of himself deep down your throat. You had been right, his whole length made you choke and gag around him, saliva dripping around your whole chin and tears falling over your cheeks. Taehyung loved the mess you were, how you struggled to take him like a good slut. His own thoughts made him moan. He kept moving, giving you mere seconds to swallow, before moving back down your throat. Your sight blurred slightly when Taehyung let out a growl, shaking you to the core. His cum tasted bitter on your tongue but you didn’t mind, finally being able to breathe. 

“Swallow it all” you did, every last drop. Your throat felt dry and hurt but the air which flew down to your lungs was overpowering it. You coughed, teary eyes looking up at Taehyung, who could burst again at the sight.

Your hair was messy and saliva still dropped down your mouth. He dragged you up, placing you on his lap, eyes deep with lingering lust. 

“What a good slut you are” he caressed down your arms, taken by how your body moved for him. You weren’t like the others, you were better. 

“Thank you master” the voice which left you was hoarse and you cold feel its rawness. 

“Would you like an reward? For being so good?” wetness pooled in your panties, something you gasped at. Taehyung smiled dangerously and you shivered.  

“Yes master” he hummed pleased. Hands moving to the collar of your shirt, noting to get you a dog collar later. The fabric ripped easily, leaving your upper part exposed, the bra having been destroyed as well.  

Taehyung leaned forward, taking a deep breath of your scent. You tensed in his lap, a wet feeling dragging up the side of your neck. Lucifer licked over your whole throat, leaving mark after mark, having you gasping every time. His hands grabbed your nipples, hard. You arched your back, pushing your chest deeper into his hands. Taehyung chuckled against your collarbone, your fingers grabbing his hair. He growled into your skin, pinching a nipple as a warning.

“Behave you slut or burn” you dropped your hands, clutching the fabric of your skirt. You panted, desperate for more, already burning. 

Taehyung kept going on your nipples while you did everything you could to sit still and not move against his rugged thighs. 

“P-please master…Please touch me”you mewled out, dripping in sweat and arousal. Taehyung chuckled, leaving your chest to stare at the pain you were in.

“What a needy slut, who just talks back. Why would I make you feel good? You’re my slut” you lowered your gaze, shaking , trying to behave but it was hard, your pussy spasming around nothing. You could see his cock and it was hard, he wanted this too but had more control. 

“I-I’m sorry master, please forgive me” Taehyung chuckled at your voice, it was practically dripping cum already. 

“Are you really?”

“Yes master. I’m truly sorry” he pushed you of, laughing at the way you stumbled before finding your balance.

“Well then, strip” you did, dropping the last pieces of clothing and standing before his dark gaze. Taehyung could see how you were dripping wet.

“Come here” he couldn’t help but to chuckle at how fast you moved, eager to get pleased.

Taehyung grabbed both your wrist, trying them with chains. You stared wide eyed at him, suddenly feeling your arms raise over your head, a new chain from the roof keeping your hands over your head. You felt so naked before, even more than just being naked. He saw right through you. Taehyung smirked at you, the restraints adding to his pleasure. 

“Master..What is this?” you asked so innocently, Taehyung hardened all the way. His fingers captured your face again.

“I can’t have you touching me slut..” you whimpered, everything tingling to touch him. 

Taehyung pulled you closer until you sat in his lap again, straddling his hips, cock tip against your wet folds. You bit your lips, tears spilling from your eyes in pure despair. Your body had betrayed you, now only wanting to be touch my his sinful body. 

“I understand master. I’m sorry”Taehyung smiled, gripping your hips. You wouldn’t be able to touch him but the restrains shouldn’t hurt too much. 

“You’re mine right?”

“Yes master, I’m yours to whatever with” you gasped at the feeling of his tip pushing closer to the neglected hole. 

You threw your head backwards at the feeling of his whole cock deep in your cunt. Every bump adding uncountable amount of pleasure. You saw white the second he was seated in you. Taehyung felt you pulsate around him, mouth hanging open. He couldn’t see your eye because they had rolled back into your head. You felt like you could die from all the pleasure.

“Come on slut..I haven’t even moved yet” you shock at the powerful thrust, a scream in pleasure and pain staging through you when he hit your cervix. 

You gripped at the chains as Taehyung pounded into you, always kissing your cervix and g-spot. You came mere seconds after he had begun moving but he didn’t stop, Taehyung would cum in you and you just had to take it. You screamed and moaned, falling slack against the chains just to tense for another orgasm ripping through your body. 

“P-please master!” you screamed, pleading for Taehyung to spare you only to feel him cum in the depths of you. 

You opened your mouth to scream but nothing came out. Taehyung moan loud for you, bucking his hips against yours as he came so much your stomach swelled lightly. You felt it penetrating your cervix, white shining before your eyes once again. Shock waves went through you, clamping on his cock until his last drops of cum was inside you. You grugled out a last moan before fainting. 

Taehyung stared at you body, still deep in you, cum dripping down your thighs. You were bruised and worn out, body on its breaking point, and he loved it. He stayed in you, glad you came so selflessly to him because now that you were in his grasp, would you never escape. He felt his cock growing in you but you stayed out of it, which weren’t fun at all. Taehyung caressed your body, even if you weren’t something special, couldn’t he help but lust for you, his slut to do what he please with, his sinner to corrupt beyond saving. 

“Oh you’re my sinner”

[fangirl-imagines]

Miss America and the Heartbreak Prince//Teen!Eddie Kaspbrak

A/N: Requested by @lover1307

Prompt: Based on the song “Miss, America and the Heartbreak Prince” by Taylor Swift on her new album Lover. In this imagine Eddie, the reader, and the rest of the losers are all in high school. 

Warnings: Bullying, name calling, and slut shaming

“Whore!” 

You winced but kept your head held high as you walked through the hall ways with all the grace of the pageant queen you were. Beverly, who had been walking next to you spun on her heels and flipped the offending boy off with a hard glare before whirling back around and squeezing you wrist. You kept walking, trying to look cool and uncaring at the petty insults of seventeen year old boys. Except it wasn’t just senior boys saying these things about you. It was boys in every grade and the girls too. The girls were worse actually. 

“Just ignore him Y/N. He’s a creep.” Beverly reminded you with a concerned glance. You turned your head to face her and smiled weakly. 

“Thanks Bev.” The bell rang for class and you stopped in your tracks causing your fiery haired best friend to stop and turn to look back at you. “You can go ahead to class Bev. I forgot something in my locker.”

She raised her brows but you just brushed by her and into the stairwell, leaving her standing there. Alone in the stairwell you leaned your head back against the cold brick wall and lowered yourself into the floor, tucking your skirt under your legs gently and closing your eyes. Oh how far you had fallen in just a year. 

You use to be one of the most popular girls in this school. You’ve been competing in pageants since you were in middle school and had won most of them. You had your eyes set on being Miss.Maine after high school and maybe even Miss.America one day. You still do actually. It was your looks that got you in with the popular crowd in the seventh grade and had kept you there until last year. Until you broke it off with David Sanders for cheating on you with Caroline Silver, who you had considered a friend. It had been messy and painful in a way only high school breaks up could be and in the fall out they said things about you that stuck, things that people believed coming from your boyfriend and best friend. Your reputation was ruined and you suddenly realized your so called friends didn’t care about you at all. 

But Beverly Marsh knew what it was like to have people call her a slut for things she had never done. You had never even talked to her before but she remembered that you had never talked about her either. She sat down with you at lunch one day and the two of you talked about how much you hated your town and 90% of the men in it. She introduced you to the rest of the Loser’s Club and the rest was history. You found it hard to believe that a year ago you didn’t know who Beverly Marsh, Richie Tozier, Ben Hanscom, Mike Hanlon, Stan Uris, Bill Denbrought, or Eddie Kaspbrak were but now they were without a dought the most important people in your life.

The first pageant you did after you met them they all came to and sat in the back row cheering loudly and in Richie's case, catcalling for you. You lost the contest but afterwards Eddie gave you the roses they brought you and you all went out for celebratory milkshakes leaving you with a better feeling than winning ever did. 

That was the night you and Eddie started dating. Eddie was different than the guys you dated in the past and you loved that about him. He was sarcastic and witty, vulnerable and anxious, chatty and always present, loyal and loving. Good or bad you loved being with him. But you never wanted him to see how badly the rumors affected you. You knew the losers all knew the truth and that was what mattered but even after a year it hadn’t gotten any easier to hear the whispers when you walked down the halls or the names thrown at you by the particularly brave. Your mother told you to ignore them, keep your head held high like a queen but it was much easier said than done. Breaking down in the girls bathroom or the stairwell wasn’t a new occurrence for you but you refused to let yourself cry in front of your friends or your classmates that tried to break you down. 

“There you are!” You stiffened and looked up to see Ben standing by the door on the stairs above you. He turned his head and called out into the hall, “Guys, she’s in here!” 

You hastily wiped your eyes and stood up, trying to keep what was left of your dignity. The rest of the Losers suddenly appeared behind Ben but it was Eddie that ran down the stairs and stopped in front of you. “Are you okay?! Beverly told us some guy yelled at you and you ran off.” He took your hand and squeezed it but his face kept its worried frown.

“Yeah, she pulled us all out of class to come hunt you down!” Mike added from the top section on the stairs.

You smiled weakly. “I’m sorry guys, you shouldn’t have left class for me. We don’t all need to get detention over this.”

“She’s right, we shouldn’t have.” Stan added deadpan only to get shoved by Bill. You laughed lightly knowing Stan was joking.

Eddie rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to you. “Seriously though, are you okay? What did that guy say to you?”

You shrugged your shoulders which was enough for him to know it was the same type of thing everyone called you lately. Eddie’s frown deepened. “I’m really sorry we go to school with a bunch of idiots Y/N. You’re too good for them you know.”

He stressed, squeezing your hand again. You forced a smile and nodded. “Thanks Eds.” He rolled his eyes again making you burst out laughing.

“Hey, how come she gets to call you Eds?!” Richie pointed at you with mock jealousy. “You homewrecker!”

“Beep beep Richie!” You laughed which made Richie smile with pride.

The bell for next period interrupted you all and signaled it was time to head for lunch. Together you all walked back into the hall and made your way to the cafeteria. You were walking through the crowd, holding Eddie’s hand and listening to Mike tell you about a new book he read when suddenly you felt a rush of wind pass you and almost knock you down, pulling up your skirt as they went and laughing. You stumbled into Mike with a squeal and he wrapped his arms around your waist to keep you steady. That’s when you looked up and relived that it wasn’t a gust of wind but Jamie Carson, Brian’s best friend. He was laughing so hysterically at the “joke” that he was leaning against one of his buddies for support. He was pointing at your skirt as he laughed. Your cheeks went red as you quickly readjusted your skirt, pushing off of Mike’s shoulder. You opened your mouth to yell at him but before you could say anything there was a high-pitched scream from beside you.

You had never seen Eddie in a fight before. You were almost possitive he had never actually fought anyone besides the time he told you he and the other losers pelted the Bower’s gang with rocks. So you weren’t surprised that everyone around you seem to pause simultaneously at the sight of Eddie Kaspbrak, anxious,hypochondriac, and founding member of the Losers Club racing across the hall and throwing his body into Jamie Carson’s. He straddled the taller boy’s chest and grabbed Jamie’s shirt in one hand and swung his other fist wildly and without a clear direction. The first blow broke the spell that had been cast over Derry high school and the hall broke into chaos. 

Jamie tried scooting back from Eddie but got clocked in the jaw while doing so. Mike and Bill grabbed at Eddie’s shoulders and arms trying to pull him off Jamie. Beverly looked like she wanted to jump into the mix, but Ben wouldn’t let go of her hand, keeping her back. Stan watched the fight with wide eyes, frozen in his spot. Richie stood by your side, cheering proudly with enthusiasm for his boy.  Eddie was yelling too, a string of obscenities in Jamie’s face. Mike and Bill got hold of Eddie pulling him back by their grip on his arms. He didn’t try and fight them. Jamie sat up, blood pouring from his nose that sat at a crooked angle on his face. He touched it gingerly staring at Eddie in shock. Eddie glanced over at you and your open-mouthed stare, then down at the floor.

Someone in the crowd yelled teacher and the rest of the day became a blur. Jamie disappeared from the crowd, if he got in another fight he would be expelled, while you and the rest of the Losers made a barrier around Eddie to hide his disheveled form. The next few hours were a blur before you found yourself kneeling on the bathroom rug with Eddie sitting on the tub edge, wincing as you cleaned the blood off his busted knuckles.

“You don’t think that I could get hepatitis from this do you? Or-, Or what about AIDS? You don’t think some of Jamie’s blood could have had AIDS in it and gotten into my hand do you?!”

You applied more alcohol than necessary making Eddie wince and glared up at him. “Is that really what you’re worried about right now?! You just got into a fight with Jamie Carson, he could have killed you, and you’re worried about AIDS?”

Eddie shrugged softly, “It’s better than worrying about what my mom’s going to say when she finds out I got into a fight.” He admitted sadly.

Your heart softened; you closed your eyes with a sigh. “Why did you have to hit him Eddie?”

Eddie was quiet, watching you apply a bandage to his hand gently. “I’m sick of seeing them pick on you Y/N. You don’t deserve it, any of it.” His voice was soft and sad. You hadn’t realized how much what was happening to you affected him until now. “You were crying today in the stairwell and then as soon as you felt better some dick tries to knock you down again. And I’m sick of it. I just lost it.”

You kissed the bandage on his hand gently and then kissed his lips softly. “I love you Eddie Kaspbrak.”

He smiled at you, “We’re going to get out of here Y/N. As soon as we graduate. We’re getting out of here.”

You wrapped your arms around his stomach and pulled him into a grateful hug. You felt him kiss your head and you nodded.

“Together.”

“Together.”

[stimmypaw]

stimmypaw reads the apprentice’s quest, a blog post

A big one, just a bunch of thoughts as I’m reading it, of course, lots of spoilers for the first book in the Warrior Cats series A Vision of Shadows. This will be covering just the first book tho, it’s all in the Read More, let’s gooooooo!!!!

Vision Of Shadows time

Lots of new cats!!! I don't remember these guys as kits or anything wrow!!! I like their names but itll take a while to get used to them

Also cant believe they printed stormcloud's dead name

Omg there's a cat named beepaw

I love these cats all of them so much im going 2 cry

All new names are perfect

I FORGOT HOW GORGEOUS THE CAT VIEW IN THE RECENT BOOKS WAS, LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT

I'm glad leafpool smokes weed

I love reading from Jayfeather's point of view, his grumpiness hasn't grown on me ever but thats just me, I still enjoy it lots he's great and its fun

Firestar and Leopardstar's characterizations are On Point i love it

OOF i feel so bad when jayfeather is mean to others, poor kestrelflight, I love those two

Lovely Jayfeather moments now its time for the first chapter

I like this duo! Also I didn't think I'd ever say this but shut up squirrelflight one can have fun AND learn with their mentors

Sparkkit sounds nice she makes jingling bell noises when she walks around

Alderkit is chadphobic /j

I can see Alderkit taking deep breaths to relax its rotating in my mind its beautiful

God this first chapter feels so good and comfortable, like eating noodles and chicken nuggets. I am so so deeply in love with it, its gorgeous!

Sparkkit is so perfect too, and Graystripe remembering Firestar aaaaaa

DUSTPELT SAID WHAT? PHDHAHAHHA OH NOOOO I don't remember their relationship much, must have been fun, I love young little creature squirrelflight I MISSED HER SO BAD WOW

I started reading the second chapter and died, I think ill take a break now 2 sleep heehhee

I love them describing twoleg stuff its always so fun and alien, like watching an animal planet show about funny sea creatures.

Also I have determined sparkpaw is my favorite, might be my favorite cat ever next to hollyleaf??? I really identify with her and also she's autistic i have decided that

Alderpaw baby noooo hhhh their mentor at least is trying to show its okay, he seems very emotionally distant so far and alderheart feels very emotionally needy, actually both of them do, did I mention I love Sparkpaw??? I might be imprinting myself 2 much on her

I love how like, its clear both of them are absolutely anxious and worried about others opinions on them, which is clearly something they got from being Firestar's grandkids, deputy kids and leader kids. And bramblestar too, I recall him being quite the anxious lad ahhah. Sparkpaw will be showing confidence and being loud but the second anyone isn't approving of her or she does something "wrong" she gets small and quiet, and she ended up setting a high bar for herself by being good at hunting and fighting so I'm curious to see how that will go. Also there's nothing wrong with being guided through a crowded place to meet others Sparkpaw!!! I bet the two of them would be stuck without not knowing how to talk to others had Needlepaw not shown up. I love them, my gf is mocking me saying I'm a Sparkpaw kinnie.

Apprentices will like learn about a thing and tell everyone about it all the time and assume its always true in every situation and thats valid I love kids like that. Also in my head Needlepaw kinda looks like a porcupine. Oh boo she's fatphobic >:(

I love apprentices they are so fun and silly, just making fun of the leaders like its nothing. The way they are clearly learning and absorving everything their warriors say and do like sponges its just ***chefs kiss***

Omg shadowclan is just full of 12 year olds help

And then the old person said "it sure is hard being old!" And everyone clapped

Shout-out to pretty Riverclan apprentice #481977 I love her

Leafpool: 👁👁

Alderpaw: I knew it im cursed and awful and terrible and I will never amount to anything

I wish the cats didn't seem to be giving up on him so easily though

Ah yes the classic thunderclan move "you suck, into the medicine hole you go"

The way sparkpaw changes the things she says and how she does when it isn't the status quo around her oooooooooooooyeaaaaaaa I love 1 autistic cat

Alderpaw considering your problems lesser than other cats won't help you deal with them better bro

I love Needlepaw's excitement about Alderpaw being a medicine cat apprentice, and her sarcasm, she feels like a preppy teenager

Ahhh this is so good, I am so thirsty for family moments like this, just Alderpaw bonding with grandma, I’ll definitely want to draw this one it’s so sweet.

Oh to be young and silly.

I really am enjoying like, Alderpaw’s struggles to seeing how he fits in the clan, how he fits in himself, how he wants to be seen and what he wants to be, it’s really good. I Am Engaged(tm) With This Plot.

SPARKPAW NOOOOOOO but also Yes I want her to be shown vulnerable and weak please 

POP, god watching this stuff always awful, the cats must have thought he broke her ahahah

Also, really great that they learned from Dovewing and now like leave choices and discussions about prophecies between adults

And plus Brambles seemed to take the time to explain stuff to him, seems he wont be going alone either the 1 thing is that he will be the only one knowing what the journey is really about, why though??? I didnt read Firestar's Quest or whatever why does Skyclan need to be secret??? Seems quite silly really!

YESSSS SANDSTORM GET HIS ASS FIGHT FIGHT LOVE THIS LOVE SANDSTORM

I could feel squirrelflight nearing explosion here, this was very fun, i wish they werent hiding this though!!!

The secret thing is showing to be a plot point so I am once again Very Engaged

Also, wonderful dialogue bit, someone asked Bramblestar why an Elder is going and:

Lovely perfect perfect

I miss you dovewing

SQUIRRELFLIGHT LOVE YOU

Oh boy this is it

Traveling book moment

Graystripe: Soooo you're excited to go on the journey to the old territories and Skyclan?

Sandstorm: Yes! It's been ages and-

Graystripe: I'm sure the tribe will love the visit too

Sandstorm, groaning: Oh noooo I forgot about how the tribe is in the way of every journeyyyyy noooooo they're such a racist caricature, please tell me you have a plan

Graystripe: Yes don't worry about it the writers forgot about the tribe in my comic book so you can just use the excuses i did to actively avoid it

Sandstorm: Oh thank Starclan

Sparkpaw's desperation to prove herself oof, her anxiety with understanding the prophecy, oh boy, and Alderpaw feeling too overwhelmed by the questions and not managing to talk!!!! I am so glad they are both autistic

Hoping "Being Leader" wont mean theyre putting nonsense responsibility on the apprentice again

Ah good Sandstorm is on the lead again, as she should, she should have been leader she would have been great

I can't believe Alderpaw thinks I look stupid and diseased :( /j

Everything about this twoleg scene was scandalous I loved it, Sparkpaw just toppled over a trash bag and they are eating from it, iconic, also did those twolegs throw out a whole turkey? Damn

Its not that Sparkpaw is freakishly good at hunting she is very hungry and constantly on the watch for things to eat

BRO Ive never been in a road where the drivers are this wild, throwing bottles out of the car????? Ive seen Fruit being thrown like once or twice, what the fuck!!! I'm glad they are going to wait until the morning to continue

Okay I was not expecting Needlepaw to show up this girl is chaotic I love her

ACTUALLY YEAH WHY DIDNT THEY TELL THE OTHER CLANS ABOUT THIS SINCE THE PROPHECY IS ABOUT ALL THE CLANS???

Needlepaw is like Rono from Bambi 2 if he wasnt a mean bully and thats very epic

Very curious character though, how come her mentor isnt teaching her the warrior code properly? Is that an issue with all apprentices?? Is the clan overwhelmed by 12 year olds and they won?

Having lots of fun trying to play the game "what animal are they describing this time" the erins made here, im glad they're in a farm. Worried about Sandstorm though :c

Fuck im worried about sandstorm a lot, her wound hurt on Me

Yeah water is good youre right sandstorm

Aw man I hope she's okay let her at least survive to meet skyclan please

NOOOOOOOO SANDSTORMA A AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Sandtteooonrjrbbbmmnnnnnnnnnn

I am so sad

Alderpaw denying it, Starclan shining upon their vigil, everything crushed me i cried

Alderpaw considers Nihilism

Haven't seen a cat thank starclan for prey in a while its

Oh look they time skipped a journey! They don't tend to do that thats nice

I'm so excited to be meeting The Skyclan that everyone in the fandom knows now

So far they seem kinda mean but thats most clans at first glance really

Okay somethings up

I uh have heard of Darktail pretty sure he's a bad guy so yeah something really bad happened to Skyclan

Am worried

Darktail sounds like an evil himbo* i may be enjoying him actually

*himbos are usually nice by default so he's just evil and stupid and strong

Does needletail know these cats already?????

Ah

Shit

Oh okay fuck

I've been quietly reading the rest because I am just concerned and I want them to be okay as quickly as possible

Waterfalls are a classic nice

Oh boy time for our unlikely duo of Alderpaw and Needlepaw to get out of a Mess!

I did not expect this to end up with the two of them journeying into parenthood, but I'm happy it did

Well actually I'm very unhappy theyre so lost and there's no sign of Skyclan I am very worried for everyone involved Sparkpaw must be feeling awful!

Twigkit is a great name

Yeah this ended terribly

Overall! Frigging loved it this book was GOOD and a great start for the series I am very excited to read the rest, SO WORRIED ABOUT SKYCLAN THO AAAA the characterizations were great the characters were great the pacing was fun and I didn't get bored once!

I think o only wish I had read this sooner really so I could look up others thoughts without getting heavily spoiled about the last books, I can watch a few videos already though thats a start ahhaha. But yeah it was great and it felt very good to read, haven't swallowed up a book so quickly in a very long time!!! Very happy I finally got my hands on this 💕💖💕💖💕💖 cant wait 2 start the next one

If you read all this, hope you had fun hahaha, ill be making more of these cus theyre fun and I like talking about warrior cats thats just my thing

Til next time

[girlmeetsliv3]

K-12: Kindergarten

~ Inspired by Melanie Martinez’s K-12 ~

No one said school was easy nor that it was a fun place. However, Tentoria academy was not a place for the faint of heart, mind, or soul. It’ll be a miracle if you survive your first day - not to mention 12 years. Oh well. Battles to the death, demonic summoning, and interdimensional travel is all part of growing up…right?

Word Count: 1857

Release Date: October 14, 2019, 7 pm (GMT-4)

It was a rather peculiar dream even for you. Granted your five-year-old standards weren’t too high, but it was different from your usual dreams: those were plagued with death, cryptic messages, and content that might have another other child screaming for their parents. You had tried before, but Mommy was always passed out after taking several sips from her special sippy cup and Daddy was never home. This dream was too bright, cheerful with clouds that contained bright rainbows, and sweet music that traveled through your ears. It also smelled sickeningly sweet like the way you felt after eating too much cotton candy after going to the fair by yourself. It was a bit scary for you. That everything was so happy and joyous. You felt it wasn’t going to last. “You need to get going soon.” You turned around to see a beautiful woman decked out in a gold silk dress and braids falling down her back. “Who are you?” you asked, in awe of how pretty she was - almost like an angel. Instead of answering she simply smiled, crouching down to be at eye level with you. 

          “Wake up you’re going to be late.”

           You heard the alarm clock, the metal stick rapidly clashing into the bells in order to emit a dreadful sound. The second your eyes peeled open the clock flew from its position on your bedside table to halfway across the room. You immediately sat up, glancing around the room to see what could have caused such a thing. Was that me? Your eyes focused on the clock, now laying on the floor, and willed it to move. You concentrated so hard that your head began to hurt, it was all a little too much for your small brain to handle. Knowing it wouldn’t do you any good to remain in bed, you stood up walking towards the giant calendar on your wall. Under today were written the words: ‘first day of hell.’ Grabbing your red crayon on the table beside you, a heart was drawn around the words. Your suitcase had been packed the night before, Mommy has been in a good mood, and your uniform was neatly ironed for you to put on. The uniform consisted of a pink frilly dress with white stocking and closed shoes for girls, while it was a light blue collared shirt and blue shorts with dress shoes for boys. You didn’t like pink and the dress was a bit boring, so when your mommy had given you the money to go out and buy the uniform you had bought a purple one instead. One with pretty flowers embroidered into the sleeves. 

           Opting to prolong putting in on and sealing your fate, you went to the bathroom to brush your teeth. Recalling that one dream you had where you opened your mouth and all of your teeth fell out as a red thick liquid filled your throat. You had it after seeing grandma take off her teeth during dinner one night when she didn’t want to talk to Mommy anymore. You counted to up to one hundred and twenty before finishing and going back to your room. You got dressed, grabbing the backpack and suitcase before heading to the kitchen. Mommy was asleep on the couch, drool falling from her open mouth onto the pillow. So you made yourself some breakfast, cereal with milk, before walking to the bus stop. You wanted to say goodbye to her before you left, but she would only be upset that you had woken her up. The walk to the bus stop wasn’t long, only fifteen minutes of you walking at full speed. Thankfully the sun wasn’t out yet or it would’ve been a lot worse. 

           From the distance, you could see someone else standing at the bus stop. A bright green suitcase with heart and unicorn stickers practically everywhere. “Rosé!” The young brunette turned around with shock in her eyes before she recognized your figure running towards her at full speed. Rosé was your only friend in town, her parents were much nicer than yours, but she had once told you that her parents hadn’t really wanted a second child. So she was the scrap compared to her older sister. “Are you excited?” She asked her voice high and squeaky something that happened when she was nervous. “Not really.” Both of you stayed quiet after that, neither knowing what was the right thing to say. It was when the bright white bus filled with screaming kids inside approached that the two of you locked hands. “Do you think we’ll make friends?” you asked, your hand turning white from how tight your grip was. “Hopefully, but we have each other and that’s all that matters.” The two of you exchanged a kind smile, as the bus pulled in front of you and opened its doors. The two of you grabbed your stuff and hauled onto the bus where only two seats at the center remained open.

           It seems no one had paid much attention to either of you prefer to talk loudly amongst each other and make obnoxious noises. That was until you felt something hit the side of your head, and you saw a paper plane fall onto the ground. Picking it up, you opened it before handing it to Rosé. “What does it say?” She sounded it out before turning around and screaming at the boys in the back, “Real mature.” Everyone began to laugh, but from the way you felt all their eyes on you, it wasn’t because of a good thing. Then they all began to chant a specific word, one you had heard your mother say to you when she was upset at you. “Freak.” The words seemed to trap you until you felt the familiar feeling of tears strolling down your face. “Aw does the little crybaby need some tissues?” One of the girls further down asked in a mocking tone. All of her friends laughed before one of them whispered back. “She probably has some in her bra.” Rosé comforted you as best as she could, but with the incessantness of their bullying, it was difficult to. The bus driver was viewing everything from the rearview mirror but didn’t see a point in stopping it. Wasn’t in his job description nor payroll. 

           Eventually, they stopped, getting bored and seeking entertainment in other ways. A child’s attention span wasn’t very long anyway. The bus had left the city and was now entering a highway, after a while, you saw a sign that read: Tentoria Academy K-12 Sleepaway School. The only time you would get to see your parents from now on would be on the weekend, which wasn’t a big deal since you barely saw them whilst you were at home. The bus slowed to a stop as it picked up the final kid, a young boy with chubby cheeks and a bright smile. The second he stepped on with his blue backpack with small frills on the ends, you felt your heart flutter. “Oh my god, Y/n. You’re blushing.” Rosé poked fun at you. Your stomach hurt and your heart began to race, but it wasn’t because of what you ate. Nor was it due to the way the other kids treated you; it was all him. Tentatively you stood up and opened your mouth to greet him when you were interrupted. “Jimin!” A taller boy pushed past you and embraced Jimin, the two of them laughing. 

           “I thought you weren’t going to come.”

           “Duh, loser. How could I not?”

           The two boys engaged in a playful banter completely ignoring the world around them. Dejectedly, you fell back into your seat. A full-on put had formed on your lips and the space between your brows wrinkled. “Are you okay?” You nodded at Rosé, simply staring outside the window. You hadn’t even arrived at school and already you hated it, wishing something anything could happen to stop the bus. Your prayers were answered when the bus driver suddenly turned on the road, causing the bus to start spinning uncontrollably. Screams from both you and your peers were so high, they practically shattered the glass windows. Thankfully they didn’t, for when the bus spun so much it broke through the railing and went straight into the lake. Those windows were the only thing that prevented your imminent death. The bus driver was passed out a large gash on the side of his head. You glanced around frantically as Rosé tried to get the door to open for everyone to swim out. The school bus was drifting to the bottom of the lake, the pressure keeping the doors jammed. “We’re gonna die here!” One of the girls screamed out. “I don’t know how to swim.” echoed another. 

Rosé and you looked at each other before grasping each other’s hands. You both closed your eyes and softly began to pray. “I wish this bus would float. Float so high it went up to the sky.” You don’t know how or why the two of you were speaking those specific words, but they felt right. So you kept repeating them. Repeating them until it was practically second nature to you both, then you both opened your eyes. At first, all you saw was white, so much that you assumed you were in heaven. Once you saw the dewdrops forming on the glass you realized something else - “They’re clouds,” Rosé spoke awe clear in her voice. Everyone else had gathered trying to look outside. The bus was floating so high above that it was difficult to make out the things on the ground, slowly though it was going down. No one dared speak, it was as if it was a dream and everyone was afraid to shatter it. The school bus got closer and closer to the ground until the wheels hit the solid pavement and it caused such turbulence it made everyone fly from their seats. It even woke up the bus driver. Coincidentally, it seems you had been dropped off right in front of the school.

It was rather large in size. A pearly white with high arches and accents that instantly drew you in, but something felt off about the place. It was too picturesque and beautiful, something was bound to go wrong. Nice things always turned sour fast. Everyone hurried to get off the bus, while Rosé and you lingered behind; waiting until everyone had gone inside. As you climbed down the steps, you hesitated a bit before stepping on the ground. Feeling that once you did, you might never be able to go back. Rosé gave you a slight nudge which encouraged you to take that final step. “Everything will be fine.” You said, mostly to yourself. “Of course it’ll be. What’s the worst that could happen?” Rosé was trying to be strong, but you could hear the nerves in her voice. She’s right. What’s the worst that could happen? So the two walked together until you reached the giant school doors. You entered feeling prepared for whatever might come your way.

[flightfoot]

Divergent Points: ML Salt Ch. 9

AO3/FFN

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The four of them walked through the door once more.

They’d all had enough of a break in the last world, they hadn’t needed more than a few minutes to catch their breath, just long enough for Alya to explain what her counterpart did to break out of that world.

Chloe being ‘Marinette’s’ best bud wasn’t even a surprise at this point. Why not? Made as much sense as anything else. At least that was conceivably possible in the future (well. Her being good friends with Marinette in any case. He couldn’t see either Alya or Adrien being supplanted in the ‘best friend’ slot), though probably not anytime soon.

Wait.

Something was different about the journey this time, the travel through the door. 

Normally it was nearly instantaneous, so what…?

A ripping sensation ran through Nino’s body. It didn’t hurt exactly. It was almost like someone was tugging on his arm, except with the arm just… separating. Pulling off. Obviously not literally, but that was the closest he could come to describing it.

Suddenly he was in school. Blinking, he looked around.

He hadn’t fallen? Every other time he’d transported between worlds, he’d been deposited in a heap.

Actually, where WERE the rest of them? They’d gone through the door together, shouldn’t they arrive together as well?

Unless…

Marinette rounded the corner.

But not with Adrien and Alya in tow.

No; instead, she was chatting with-

Wait, really?

Nathaniel and Chloe? 

Those two weren’t exactly known for getting along. Heck Chloe’s mocking had helped drive Nathaniel to being akumatized, and the Evillustrator had tried to kill her in return.

Admittedly, it wasn’t exactly like Nathaniel was alone in that, but still. There’d never been much hint of them having any desire to hang out with each other.

And Chloe with Marinette? They could cooperate on occasion and Marinette had reached out to her, but… well, this didn’t bode well, especially considering the previous world.

The only ones that DID make sense were Nathaniel and Marinette. She loved reading through his and Marc’s fancomics and had even made a few recent suggestions.

He and Rena were looking forward to seeing Carapace and Rena Rouge appear in the comics; a little weird seeing themselves from an outside perspective in a fictional adventure, but interesting! 

As Marinette spotted him, her nose wrinkled, expression going flat.

But he didn’t need to see her expression to tell how she was feeling.

Because he felt it too.

A wave of distaste and an undercurrent of burning, sadistic glee swept through him.

He sucked in a breath.

Well if there was any doubt that this WASN’T Marinette, that it was an imposter again, it was gone now. 

But why? This didn’t sound like the compulsion the others had described feeling. He wasn’t being urged to DO anything, he was just a passive observer, and he knew it came from an outside source, not anything internal.

This whole place had always reacted weirdly to him though, didn’t seem to have the same level of control over him as with the others.

Did it just not care about controlling him as much? He didn’t seem to get nearly as much focus in these scenarios as the others, though he was still sometimes present, like in Alya’s nightmare world. 

Hm. Maybe… though it could be more than that. Fu’d lived so long in part because of the protections the Turtle Miraculous had given him. Maybe some of that protection applied to Nino now as well, since he received it permanently? He didn’t have it on right now, but it wasn’t like Fu was going to just wither and die without the Miraculous, its protections extended beyond when it was just being worn.

Whatever the cause, he wasn’t vulnerable to the compulsion.

He could use this. Especially with the new empathic ability.

So far they’d just been wandering from world to world, hoping to stumble upon a clue of what to do to escape.

Maybe it was time to be a little less reactive and a little more proactive.

“What’re you going to do to me this- wait, where’re you going?”

He continued walking away, ignoring her. A stab of annoyance went through him, along with shock.

Then he got out of range and took off.

Time to find the others.

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“Hey Marinette!”

She turned towards him. “What? You’re not gonna run off this time? Was it too intimidating to bully me with others around, so you come back an hour later when I’m alone?”

He smirked. “Something like that.”

Adrien, Alya, and the real Marinette emerged around ‘Marinette’, along with another version of himself. He’d started to suspect that he was the split-off this time, what with the ripping sensation, and hadn’t been surprised to discover that was indeed the case.

‘Marinette’s’ eyes narrowed. “What is this?” 

“We want to know who you are, what your intentions are, and more importantly, how to get out of here,” Carapace replied. 

While agreeing on a course of action, they’d decided that he ought to take lead on the interrogation, since he could sense ‘Marinette’s’ feelings when he was within range, and could hopefully tell whether she was lying or planning something.

Right now she seemed agitated and frustrated, but not scared. 

Unsurprising. None of them had powers right now, while she probably retained the ability to transform into Ladybug. If she tried to overpower them, there was a decent chance she’d be able to.

Though he hoped if it came to that, he’d be able to shatter the world himself and move them to the next world, whatever that may be. Without having received whatever backstory he was supposed to have, without having whatever issue to work through, maybe it’d work?

It was a long shot, but the best he had.

Besides, if she’d wanted him dead, if this world had really wanted them gone… well, they’d been without powers this entire time. It wouldn’t have been that difficult.

No, there was something else behind all this. Getting rid of them wasn’t the goal.

“Why are we here? What do you want from us?”

“I don’t know what you’re-”

“Don’t bother lying. I can feel when you do.”

“Tsk.” She dropped the facade. “I just want to show you how the world really is, and how it SHOULD be. Adrien caring about Marinette’s feelings? Being allowed feelings of his own? Alya being okay with Lila and NOT trampling all over Marinette, being friends with both? The class being kind and considerate? Oh, please. Any slight against Marinette, against me, is worth retaliation, any hint of dissent or wrongdoing means that anything done to them is justified. And if I need to nudge people a little to show their true nature, so what? I’m just exposing the awfulness they keep locked up inside.”

“And that’s why you dragged us in here?!”

He frowned. “Also, what do you mean about Alya being okay with Lila? They HATE each other!”

She tilted her head. “That was more of a bonus. I only actually intended to capture Marinette. Everyone else… well, I made do.”

She grimaced. “Didn’t exactly go to plan. With being split four ways instead of just one, I lost track of Marinette right at first and she got diverted elsewhere. I was able to pull her back once she broke out at least, he’s not as strong as he once was.”

“Who-?”

She waved him off. “Doesn’t matter. You four have thwarted me long enough. Clearly as long as she’s with the rest of you, I’m not going to get anywhere.”

OH CRAP.

“MARINETTE, WATCH OUT!”

With blinding speed, the doppelganger launched herself at Marinette. They both winked out.

The world shattered once again, Carapace and Nino fusing back together, and dumping them  into a white room as usual.

But with two major differences.

There was no exit door.

And Marinette was gone.