#why is every single straight boy in bustier's class (except nino and ivan) so toxic ugh

[mariharem-trash-heap]

I’ve Had Enough

Because some things are just unforgivable, and Ondine finds that she’s finally had enough of her boyfriend’s lack of maturity and obsession with Chloe Bourgeois.

(Obviously not gonna line up completely with Derision, but y’know what? I don’t care. I just want to salt.)

“He... he what?” Ondine questioned, staring at the trembling girl across from her with shaking hands and a trembling voice.

“I... I know he probably didn’t really even mean it, y’know,” Marinette fumbled, running her hands through the ends of her pigtails before tugging. Her eyes refused to meet the swimmer’s, body hunched and foot tapping incessantly on the floor of her bedroom. “I’ve always figured Chloe put him up to it... but... I mean, it still really hurt.”

“I-- I’m so sorry, Marinette,” the redhead breathed, leaning forward and pulling her into a tight hug.

“Hey, it’s not like it’s your fault I’m afraid of pools.” Weakly chuckling, she patted Ondine on the back before heaving a sigh. “Anyway, if the class wants a pool party I’d be happy to plan it out - just, uh, heh... not planning on swimming.”

“No.” The firm note in her voice made the younger girl take pause. “No, it’s not okay. What they did to you isn’t okay, and I don’t feel comfortable just knowing about this and not doing anything.”

“Really, Ondine, I’m fine now--”

“If you were actually fine, you wouldn’t have a fear of pools,” the swimmer flatly retorted, lips pressed into a line.

Marinette shrank back, gaze dropping to the floor in defeat.

“Kim hasn’t... done anything else to you, has he?”

“Well...” Marinette chewed on her bottom lip, brow knitted together in thought. “I mean... on his own accord, or because he wanted to impress Chloe?”

The redhead’s hands clenched into fists. She glared at the ground, her heart beating against her ribcage with enough force that her vision was blurring from anger.

“Has he been bullying you for a while?” Her voice came out deceptively calm, so calm it even surprised her.

“Ondine, I--”

“Has he been bullying you for a while, Marinette?” The older girl repeated slowly, turning a hard stare on her friend.

The class rep fumbled for a few moments, stumbling over her own words and gesturing lamely before the pressing silence forced her to hang her head and sigh. “Ever since his first year at our school, back in élémentaire.”

Ever since his first year.

“Putain,” she hissed in frustration, making her friend look over sharply in confusion.

Abruptly she stood. “Sorry, Mari, but I just remembered I need to get back to the pool. Got some swimming lessons to supervise.” Flashing her an apologetic smile - one that felt far too tight on her lips, one that nearly didn’t reach her eyes - she continued, “I’ll see you later, okay? We’ll have to discuss this again.”

“Oh, well, uh... okay,” with a puzzled frown, she nodded and got to her feet. “Thanks for stopping by, Ondine. I’ll hold a class meeting and get some more feedback on the idea.”

“You do that,” the older girl nodded in agreement, her face friendly though her eyes were cold as she made for Marinette’s bedroom door. “You do that.”

-

“Kim!” Ondine called as soon as she got to the poolside, scanning the waters for the athletic boy.

“Oh, you’re back!” Speak of the devil, here he came - with a bright, goofy smile that usually cast butterflies into her chest. Today, it only made her heart squeeze tight.

“Hey,” he greeted, hoisting himself out of the water and onto the side. “I thought you’d be hanging out with Mari a little longer.”

“Something came up,” the redhead explained, nails digging into her palm as she crossed her arms. “Kim, you like me, right?”

“Huh?” His smile faded slightly, and his brow furrowed in confusion. “Well, yeah, of course I do.”

“Really?” She pressed, face pinched in simmering anger. “Do you love me?”

“Dine, what’s this about?” Kim questioned, scrambling to his feet.

“While I was talking with Marinette earlier, an interesting little topic came up.” She practically spat the words out at her boyfriend. “For example, while we were discussing possibly giving your class a pool party for raising the most money in that fundraiser earlier this month, I found out something. Did you know Marinette is scared of public pools?”

Ah, there it was. what remained of his hopeful expression dropped, and the realization dawning on the boy’s face made her vision begin to blur with rage.

“Because I didn’t know that,” she continued, voice raising, “and y’know what’s even more interesting? She told me how she got it.”

“Ondine--”

“You traumatized your classmate - a girl who had a crush on you - because of Chloe-fucking-Bourgeois?!”

Her shout rang out, echoing in the open space. An instructor chatting with another in a poolside office paused in their conversation to glance through the window curiously for a moment.

Kim cringed back from the shout, raising his hands in defense. “H- hey, that--”

“Not only that,” she added, a thunderous expression on her face, “but even after I met you this year, you still continued to pine after her so much that you would ignore her mistreatment of your friends! Of me! You practically ignored me for the longest time because you just-” she took a step forward, and he took one back, “-couldn’t-” another step, “-let-” another step, “-go!”

“I’m sorry, okay?” He exclaimed, covering his head as she continued to advance, fists clenched tight at her sides. “I was young and stupid-- I wasn’t thinking straight!”

“You still aren’t thinking straight if you think this isn’t that big of a deal, Kim!” Ondine’s seafoam eyes flashed with barely-concealed rage.

“Well- I’m over her now, so it’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal?!” She roared, and he cringed back even more. “Marinette can’t even stick her feet in the pool without having a panic attack and you think what you did isn’t a big deal?!”

“Ondine,” a swim instructor called, causing the two to turn and look. The adult was standing half-out of the doorway in concern. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes, Mme,” she answered, trying to force herself to calm down. With a deep, steadying breath, her shoulders lost some of their tension. “Just having a chat with my boyfriend.”

“... alright,” she relented, and as soon as she was back in the office Ondine whirled back around, thrusting a pointer finger at Kim’s chest.

“If Chloe threw herself into your arms tomorrow, begging for you to date her, would you dump me? Be honest,” she ordered, eyes narrowing.

Kim swallowed, his hands shifting a little higher as his eyes darted up and down, taking in her face. After a moment’s hesitation, he answered, “Y- yeah, of course I would. You’re my girlfriend.”

“You hesitated.” She hissed, abruptly stepping back and raising her arms in surrender. “Y’know what, Kim? I’m done. We’re done.”

“Wha-- Ondine, what--”

“I refuse to keep dating a selfish coward who isn’t capable of manning up and making things right when he hurts others.” Angry tears blurred her vision as she began to storm away. “Come back when you’ve made things right with Marinette. Then we’ll talk.” Turning to glare at him over her shoulder, she added icily, “I’ll know if you do. Because unlike you, I actually care about my friends.”

Apparently in Derision Kim will still call Chloe the pretiest and funniest girl in the world ... in front of his f*cking girlfriend. And she won't break up with him even after this !

Ondine pls