#z's drabbles

[secretlyazombi3]

guard dog ૮ • ﻌ - ა !

leon's grip on your hand was excruciatingly tight as you walked around the dimly lit streets until you pointed it out to him. he was too hyper focused on the surrounding environment to realize he'd been hurting you.

"sorry." leon muttered huskily, voice still quiet as he kept analyzing the area around the two of you.

you'd insisted on getting some food to go from a nearby diner - you couldn't help that you always craved midnight snacks. leon refused to let you go without his side, not that you'd complain - what else could you want from your muscular boyfriend besides him being overprotective? he could put those big arms to work keeping you safe.

leon appeared more anxious than you. he'd seen a lot during his time on the field, so it was only natural that he'd be super protective of you and wary of your guys' surroundings.

you continued to walk happily by his side, feeling safe with your big scary boyfriend by your side to protect you.

leon noticed a guy walking on the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street, he was dressed in all black, super suspicious. leon stood up straighter and kept you closer to him all while puffing out his chest and squinting at the guy, giving him a death glare. it was the equivalent to a dog baring its teeth and growling when feeling threatened.

the guy looked back down at the sidewalk, avoiding your gaze, walking away with his tail tucked between his legs.

you could walk out at night in peace now with your boyfriend acting as your personal little guard dog .ᐟ (˶>⩊<˶)

[x0x0twd]

NSFW ALPHABET W DARYL DIXON

A - Aftercare: I don’t care what anyone else says, Daryl is the master of aftercare. He’s always worried about you, so he always insists u rest and take a minute after u two do anything, and gets a warm washcloth or tissue to clean you up, and or water. If you’re the type to get tired after sex, he sleeps with you, lets u sleep on his chest while playing with your hair.

B - Body Part: He likes all of you equally, but he’s a sucker for your breasts and hips. I will DIE on this hill. Daryl has a thing for hips, holding them while he’s fucking you, keeping them down while he’s eating you out, brushing his thumb along them while kissing you.

C - Cum: Daryl has a breeding kink. He’s already generally protective of the people he cares about, especially you, and that doesn’t change in the bedroom. The idea of filling you up, cumming inside you, thats what does it for him.

D - Dirty Secret: Daryl is a pretty reserved guy, so I don’t think he’d ever admit to any kind of dirty secret unless you asked first. But, he secretly really likes the idea of you riding his face, and really likes the scent of you.

E - Expirience: The only expirience Daryl has is from before the apocalypse, and even then it was never all that good. He was usually intoxicated when he had the occasional one night stand, most of his sexual knowledge coming from Merle. But once he’s with you, he’s very eager to please you, whether he knows what he’s doing, he WILL make it his mission to learn.

F - Favorite Position: Contrary to popular belief, I think Daryl is a pretty vanilla guy. He mostly enjoys missionary, he likes to be able to see your face, and hold you close. He also likes spooning, it feels much more intimate, and it’s usually a go to for sleepy sex. He also never complains when you want to ride him because god does he love it. But I don’t think he’d like to bend you over something or do doggy style, he feels it’s too degrading or disrespectful.

G - Goofy: Things stay pretty passionate and serious between you too when being intamite. But, when something is akward and happens to be funny, a little laugh here and there isn’t unusual, especially in the beginning.

H - Hair: I mean, it’s an apocalypse, I don’t think people are all too focused on how well groomed thier bits are. Despite that, he doesn’t let it get crazy, keeps it tame, very clean. He doesn’t like the feeling of being unkempt down there, it’s uncomfortable. As for you, who could give two shits bush or bald, as long as he can get in there, he’s a happy man. And if he’s being honest, he’s likes when you have a little more hair because he likes the scent of you.

I - Intimacy: Daryl is extremely intimate nobody is changing my mind. I don’t understand how yall think this man would fuck you like an animal against a tree, absolutely not. He’s very private about your sex life and plans to keep it that way. He’s quiet overall, but that doesn’t stop him from absolutely ravishing you. He likes being as humanly close to you as possible, whether that be spooning you, reverse cowgirl, pulling you impossibly close to him in missionary, anything.

J - Jack Off: Daryl isn’t much of a masturbater. Never has been. He doesn’t have the highest sex drive, and when he does, he has you. He’d rather have you than his hand, always.

K - Kink: Like I said, he’s pretty vanilla, but not to say he doesn’t enjoy a thing or two. He 100% has an oral fixation, going down on you or you going down on him, obsessed with it. He also likes pulling your hair every now and then, but never too hard.

L - Location: Only the bed. Yall are crazy for sayin ‘over a table’ ‘in the middle of the woods’ like what the FUCK are you on 😭. He’s a very private man, who prioritizes your comfort over anything else, therefore, the bed.

M - Motivation: I mentioned how he wouldn’t have a very high sex drive, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t get turned on by you. If you’re in the mood, that’s his motivation. But also, seeing you all sweaty or working hard, or when he’s teaching you how to use his crossbow, seeing you use it, that turns him on hella.

N - NO: There’s a lot of no’s for Daryl when it comes to intimacy for you. He would never hurt you in any way shape or form, that consists of spanking, slapping, hitting, restraining, choking, etc. IF you asked him to choke you he’d be ok with doing it very lightly, but still worried. He’s not ok with risky/public sex, degrading you, and certain kinks like mommy/daddy. I hate when ppl say he’d have that, he’d hate it.

O - Oral: ORAL FIXATIONNNNNNNNNNN!!! This man is a certified MUNCH. Bro feasts like it’s his last meal alive. He love love loves that he can make you feel that good, because he’s exceptionally good with using his tongue, and has learned all the ways you like it. He likes watching the way you loose control of yourself, your face and your body. He also loooves when you go down on him, but he never says that. He actually has an extremely hard time containing himself when you suck him off. He usually doesn’t last long. Seeing you on your knees, looking at him through your eyelashes with his cock in your mouth, it’s his wet dream.

P - Pace: Depends. Depends on the mood, how you wanted, how you both are feeling, if he’s stressed, if he’s relaxed. I mentioned earlier he likes being intimate, therefore I’d say most of the time he’s not too fast or hard, maybe when he’s getting close or knows you’re getting close though. But times when he’s stressed, or he can tell you are, he’s a bit more fast paced with it.

Q - Quickie: Nope. 100% absolutely not. He despises the idea of rushing sex. He needs to feel comfortable in a safe environment where he knows he has time and there is no danger.

R - Risk: No risks. He doesn’t take risks with places, kinkiness, or new stuff. Unless you specifically say you want to try something and he’s ok with it, or he thinks it something, than nah. The only thing I could think of is he loves cumming in you, so there would be the risk of pregnancy if you are fertile.

S - Stamina: Depends again. He can go for long if you can, but when he’s tired, one round is enough to put him on his ass. But, just solely pleasuring you alone, he could do that all day.

T - Toy: He is definetly not opposed to anything that makes you feel good. If he were to ever stumble upon something on a run, or some other way, he’d definetly grab it. Using something like a vibrator or a dildo on you is definitely something he’s very open too, but when it comes to him, he’d rather not use anything.

U - Unfair: There is lots of teasing in your relationship in general, but when it comes to sexual teasing yes, but very subtle, never things other people would notice. But when it comes down to actual sex, neither of you like to be kept waiting.

V - Volume: He’s mostly quiet like usual. Grunts mostly, especially when he’s cumming, he usually burries his face in your shoulder to muffle himself. He loves to hear how vocal you are though. I think he could be a bit of a whimperer when you give him head too.

W - Wild Card: He doesn’t mind when you’re on your period, he’s just extra cautious with the mess. Puts a towel down or does it in the shower.

X - X Ray: He’s pretty big, not too big, but above average. It’s mostly the girth, cuz damn. Your first time with him had to be slow and steady because YOWCH.

Y - Yearning: Well, I already said this before but he had a medium sex drive, not awfully high. But if you do, especially if you’re younger than him, he’s more than happy to get you off. Eating you out, fingering you, letting you ride his thigh, whatever you want.

Z - zzzz: He gets pretty eepy 😴 He doesn’t like quickies because he likes to have his time with you, specifically time to cuddle you and sleep afterwards. Which is why he mostly prefer sex before bed/at night.

Hope you guys liked it!! My first time writing something like this, lmk how you like it and if I should do a SFW one.

[bun-z-bakery]

𝐶ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝛭𝑦 𝐿𝘰𝜈𝑒

Paring: Parent!Mammon x Parent!gn!Reader

CW: None

A/N: Hiiii helllooooo!! I finally got around to writing for my other best boy! this one is a cute lil holiday inspired one! Also rip obey me :( btw requests are still open but i hope you guys are enjoying what my brain cooks up on a chilly afternoon cause its cold as hell over here! 😭

Obey Me Menu | Works Menu | Ao3

"Treasure don't worry, the kiddos will be fine. I'm great with them!" The demon of greed stood proudly as your children climbed him like a tree. You couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at the sight before you. How did you get so lucky? You sigh in defeat before you put on your coat and slip on some warm boots. Mammon who's still being mauled by your children, runs over and places a soft kiss on your lips, one thing that hasn't changed is the way he'd often become flustered at such gestures, either way, he's the avatar of greed after all, who's he to send off his spouse without a reminder of who they're married to?

"I'll be back as fast as I can, Mamms" you affirmed as you placed a gentle kiss on your son and daughter's cheeks, earning a giggle out of them both. "Bye-bye!" your daughter waves at you, and you give her a wave back as you leave for the day. Mammon stands before the door for a few seconds, inspecting the nob as if his life depended on it. Your children did the same, it wasn't until they heard the sound of the door locking and the jingling of keys fading did they break out of their trance.

Mammon smiles and claps his hands as he turns his back towards the door, his voice loud and eager "Alright troops, it's show time!"

You walk around the shopping center and window shop as you pass by each store. By now you have already been to a few, groceries, cleaners, the usual boring stores that seemed more exciting when you were in the devildom. You sigh as the memories come flooding back from your time in literal hell terrifying, exciting, and fascinating all rolled into one.

You take out your phone and decide to send your husband a text, a simple "everything okay?" just to quickly check-in. Once that's sent you put your phone away and walk towards the parking lot, however just as you were going to leave, something caught your eye in one of the shops.

You bite your lip, wondering if you should go in and check it out, surely mammon would worry if you come back later than you said, it wouldn't be his first freakout searching the whole city for you. With a sigh you decided to bite the bullet, you'd be quick, you promise.

"I'm homeeee~!" you sang as you entered your house. "Welcome back treasure! I missed ya!" Suddenly you're engulfed by your husband's embrace as he held you close and tightly. "Sorry, I'm late i-" you paused as you let go of him, you looked around your house to find it cleaner than how it was left. The lighting in the house was cozy, lights were hung on the ceiling, and a sturdy-looking couch fort that seemed just as warm and cozy. Walking closer to it you couldn't help but smile at the work he had put in. The crackling of fire made to turn around, and a video of a fireplace was on the TV which he had moved to the floor. Your lips quivered at how much thought and care he put in.

"D-do ya like it?" Mammon asks shyly as he places a kiss on your cheeks before taking the bags that are still in your hands. "Like it? Oh, Mamms I LOVE it!"

You pepper his face with kisses, and you both giggle like idiots. "Get comfy, hot chocolate is almost done! Kiddos say it's a need." He grumbled the last part, but you could see the corner of his lips curling. He loved to make you and now your children happy. "I'll take this one, I'll be back soon!" you quickly grab the bag and run to your shared room. You exhale with a stupid smile on your face. Placing the bag on the bed, quickly you changed into something comfortable and practical, you felt like you could melt if you had stayed in your coat and fleece pants if you wore them for just a second longer.

Once you're satisfied with your choice of clothing you decide to test your luck to see how much longer you'd have some time to yourself. You take the box out of the bag and neatly wrap it in holiday wrapping paper, you smile, silently hoping Mammon will like your gift.

Your moment of peace however didn't last as long as you'd hoped for, Mammon was already knocking and about to burst down the locked door. "Oi, darlin' open the door!" he pouts from the other side of the door. You can hear the faint thumps of feet running across the wooden floors. Quickly you shuffle your way to the door and open it as you hold the gift behind your back. "Greedy and impatient I see." you joked as you walked past him, hiding his gift in the pockets of your pants. Of course, Mammon follows behind like a lost love-sick puppy, his love for you and your little family was unmatched, ironic to say but you were blessed.

"Well, the hot chocolate is gonna get cold! And yer takin' wayyy too long! I thought somethin' happened." he pouts more. Gently you place a hand to his face and stroke his cheek with your thumb. "About that hot chocolate?" "Treasure whatcha got there?"

Crap… he saw the gift you tried oh so hard to hide. "Mammoney listen," you raise your hands, grinning as you try to speak. "I'm listening" he walks closer to you, making you take a step back. "And I heard that someone is hiding something from the great Mammon!" he shouts as he lunges with grabby hands in an attempt you hold you and tickle the truth out of you. Quickly you dodge his attack. The two of you ran around the house like maniacs, your pleas of mercy and his threats of tickling you to death were loud enough to possibly get some kind of noise complaint from a few houses down.

"Mammon pleaseeee!" you quickly rush towards the fort and carefully take a seat there. Mammon runs towards you however lets out an oof in pain as you kick your feet out which lands on his stomach to stop him from his attack.

"I'll show you if you gimme some hot chocolate please." you pout and flutter your lashes. He clicks his tongue but stifles a giggle as he makes his way to pour you both a cup of hot chocolate. While he's gone, you carefully pull the gift out of your pocket and place it on the empty spot on the couch next to you. Once again you admire the handy work he and your kids managed to accomplish within a few hours. "Your order my dear." mammon jokes in a posh tone as he places your cup on the coaster in front of you and his on the coaster in front of his seat. "Thank you my good sir." you joke back as you pick up your cup to take a sip, you pause, raising a brow at how good it was. Mammon seemingly was a man of many hidden talents and you've seemed to learn more about him after you two got married.

"wow! It's delicious!" your approval of his hot chocolate skills made his eyes sparkle and cheeks flush. "That's g-great to hear, of course, ya like the great Mammons hot chocolate!" you giggle as you roll your eyes. Setting down the cup of hot chocolate you take the gift and present it to him. "This is for my amazing husband who makes my day better." For a second mammon could've sworn you were actively trying to kill him with such words. He eyes you suspiciously and then takes the gift. "Mammon I promise you everything is okay, you really are an amazing husband."

You place your hand on his arm, giving him a small reassuring squeeze. Sometimes he doubts his ability to keep you happy. But you were happy, he made you happy and you did the same for him. That's all that matters.

He opens your gift, his eyes growing wide and his mouth falls again. Carefully he pulled out a gold-toned watch with a black enamel face. The face is surrounded by a bezel set with small rhinestones. The watch looks elegant and screams expensive. Mammon's golden blue eyes teared up, and he turned to you, "H-how did you even afford this?" his lips quivered as you watched you. You take another sip of your hot chocolate and sigh with a smile. "I've been saving up for a while, I'm so glad they finally brought back that model, it screams you!" you tilt your head as you two gaze at each other, Mammon seems like he is about to burst into tears. "Well put it on don't just-"

"Thank you my treasure." he holds you in a tight embrace, and with your free arm you return the hug. You can feel his body slightly shaking. "Mamms I love you so much, you deserve it." "I love you too treasure." he sniffles as he breaks the hug, planting a kiss on your lips, you can taste his salty tears.

"Sorry 'bout the tears… And yer hot chocolate…" he points to the chocolate-covered floor. "ew gross." A small voice coming from behind the fort made you stand and raise a brow, it was your eldest. Mammon grins at your son "Hey kiddo, wanna watch a movie? Call your sister down." with that the little white-haired boy runs upstairs. Mammon couldn't help but stare at the mini version of you, it all still felt like a dream to him.

"Sooo waiter another round of hot chocolate?" you poke his cheek, taking him out of his daze. He pulls you back onto the couch and into a warm and cozy cuddle, you love every moment of it. You used your magic to clean the spill, a nifty spell Solomon had taught you for little things like this. But still, you wanted your hot chocolate.

"Let's have another." Mammon says in barely a whisper, "Well yeah I'm waiting for another round." You giggle at him, and he turns his flushed face.

"I didn't mean the hot chocolate…"

"…" You stare at him blankly.

"I just wanted hot chocolate."

As the night went on and the movie now coming to an end, you and your two little ones were already fast asleep by the time the credits had rolled around. Mammon was just barely keeping his eyes open.

Carefully he carried the kids to their beds, then came back to get you. He smiles as he admires your sleeping figure, the way your face shines under the soft string lights, the way your breathing is soft and gentle, the way your skin has little nicks and scars that tell a story of your time in the human realm he wishes he could've been apart of. He strokes your face with the back of his hand before he carries you up to your bedroom.

Gently he places you down and makes his way to his side of the bed, sleepily you reach out to him, who is he to deny his spouse of his warm embrace?

As sleep begins to take hold of him, he strokes your hair "Thank you fr'everything my treasure." he whispers before sleep finally takes hold of him, drifting off with a smile on his face. Oh, how he loved his treasures.

A/N: One of my favorites to write tbh! I hope you enjoyed your order!☕🐇

[misshuntereevee]

you are in love - taylor swift ( zayne x reader )

One look, dark room // Meant just for you // Time moved too fast // You play it back // Buttons on a coat // Light-hearted joke // No proof, not much // But you saw enough // Small talk, he drives // Coffee at midnight // The light reflects // The chain on your neck // He says, "Look up" // And your shoulders brush // No proof, one touch // But you felt enough

There's stillness in the air. It's like it's hit you both hard. The amount of love you have for each other. Zayne's just returning from a conference, and you from a special mission in the No-Hunt zone. Then second you see each other, it's quiet, but it's instant.

Your hands go around his middle, his wrap around your shoulders and back, pulling you to his chest. And as soon as you're both in place, both where you want to be... you both give a content sight at once.

And it seems storybook. It really does. But you both breathe out, "I love you" at the same time. For the first time as well. It came out as simple as breathing. You could drive him crazy and wild -- something wildly different for the calm and collected man. But in a moment like this... it's just easy. Loving you is easy.

You pull back to look in his eyes. You both search each others for a moment. His hazel hues are warm. So warm and kind. It's you who breaks the gaze first, leaning up to kiss him. It's deep, passionate.

He returns it in earnest, his hands coming to cradle your head. He pulls back after a minute before kissing your forehead, then resting his chin on your head. "It's good to be home," he murmurs.

[biotic-raptorian-angel]

A-Z Prompts

I've decided to try and keep up with daily writing by doing 1 prompt a day for each ship via the A-Z prompts I came up with below. If you like it or have suggestions for other prompts, please let me know!

Adoration

Bravery

Chivalry

Devotion

Ethereal

Friendship

Glamour

Headphones

Idol

Jukebox

Kingdom

Letter

Moss

Nude

Observation

Paint

Quiet

Rejection

Sea

Turntable

Unanimous

Vermin

Wings

Xenomorphic

Yitten

Zephyr

[hellscythearts]

Last minute submission for @xzeroweek !!!

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Zero didn't particularly like the holidays.

Grating music, obnoxious decorations, cheer that felt unwarranted in a warzone. Mavericks never cared about winter vacations, or human events; it was a better time than any to stage an attack. One had to be on guard, never sure when the next raid-- and when he would be called into battle-- would be. Always a disaster waiting to happen.

...But X was different. Watching the snow fall made his eyes sparkle, catching the shine of little multicolored lights that only seemed to intensify under the cloudy sky. He enjoyed the little kitschy wreaths and bows and dolls, the yuletide spirit. And he enjoyed the tradition of gift giving.

The blond huffed to himself, puffs of air solidifying in the cold but doing little to stop the fall of snowflakes catching in his hair. Another glance was spared to his partner, and the mysterious present he clutched excitedly. Zero frowned again, feeling the crinkle of wrapping paper against his hand, the little box that was stuffed haphazardly into his left pocket.

...Well. He didn't have to like the holidays to want to give someone a gift, now did he?

[sweetlysymphonic]

"You can put it in your mouth, if you want~?"

The moment those words left him did a mound of shock appear upon your face. Did... Did he really just suggest that? And in the middle of the *bar*, no less?

"What?" You exclaim seconds later.

"What?" You couldn't see them, but the wideness of his eyes was a pretty easy thing to imagine after the realization of his slip-up. Z clears his throat and starts to move back in his seat.

As he does so, admittedly, curiosity had gotten the better of you and your hand outstretches moments later. Z's upcoming words immediately die in his throat as fingers brush against his tail once more. Your fingers, careful digits running along the sleek base. "You know you're insufferable, right?"

"Y-yeah?" He stammers out, shifting in his chair. "How so?"

"Well, you're relentless in advances despite me saying you're ridiculous," you say with a simple few strokes of the appendage. "That alone strikes a chord with me, albeit you also just don't know when to quit. That's the real kicker." Your stroking briefly increased in pace.

A small groan emanates from the demon, the claws on his right hand sinking into the table. The tapping form earlier had long gone into a near grip onto the mahogany surface. This seemed to intrigue you, and you went *just* a little faster. Their noises only worsened.

"I-is that all, Dove? That I'm, nngh~, relentless in my conquests?" Z attempted to laugh but cut themself off as you continued the quickness of your hand's motions. The poor bastard's knee hikes up and impacts with the table, catching your attention, slowing the strokes.

An idea forms in your head. Oh good lord. . .

"Hmmm, no, but maybe teaching you a lesson will make me feel better."

"What do yo- NnGh~!" A deep pink flushes their face as the sensation of a wet muscle glides over the tip of their tail. Soft pants leave them as you continue your work, leaving slick streaks along the tip and resuming your quick strokes along the base. Swirling your tongue, prodding his tail with it, gently applying pressure to his base at the same time - whatever got the best reactions out of them, you'd do it time and time again. After all, if he wanted to play games and act like a horny asshat, then so could you.

However, after a moment or two, you decided he deserved a break from your vengeant teasing and slow your stroking once more. You move your head from the tip of his tail, and you hear what sounded like a sigh of relief coming from Z.

"Got quite a tongue there, Dove." He pants, clearing his throat with a shit-eating smirk. "A shame you're too scared to *really* use it-"

He just had to keep talking.

An unimpressed look falls over your face at his words. So much for letting him have a break. . . You crane your neck ever so slightly and take the tip between your lips. Will you be punished for this later? Perhaps, but this was much too fun to cease now.

Z freezes momentarily before nearly collapsing in his chair, hiding his face in the crook of his arm. While he has a meltdown, you make quick work of taking a decent half of his tail in your mouth, gently sucking. Your stroking increases in speed once more, much faster than before.

"M-more~..." He mumbles incoherently. You hum quizzically, the vibrations from your mouth sending him euphoria.

"More. More, Dove~."

That was all you needed to hear. Your efforts hastened with sucking and digits gliding along his tail's base, pants and soft moans leaving the demon as he seemed near a breaking point.

"I-I- I'm-" Claws drag down the table, leaving deep indentations as a show of his struggle. "F-fuck, Dove~. I'm gonna-" Just as his head tosses back, everything suddenly stops. Your hand paused, your tongue and lips leave his tip, and now your back in your seat across from him. Mop of hair in front of his eyes, he still gave a look of shock. "W-wha-"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Were you hoping I'd give you satisfaction?" A knowing smile etches onto your face. "You're funny, but I'm not some exhibitionist willing to give you a big O in the middle of a bar. Sorry." You shrug.

Z gives a still stare, leaning over the table. "You are such a filthy brat. You know what I do with brats like you?"

"Teach me a lesson'? 'Remind me of my place'? Go ahead." Despite gulping around nervousness forming in your throat, you fight back. "Remind me, bitch."

"Oh you'll be reminded, you little slut. We're leaving. Now."

It wasn't a request so much as an order, and you wouldn't have had it any other way. You purposefully take your time gathering your belongings and tucking in the chair, a harsh smack to your ass sending you into overdrive to hurry up.

It was going to be a long night for you. . .

[zkeybullworth]

Oil meets water (Bully OC x Canon)

What's this: a Julia Vega and Beatrice Trudeau one-shot. CANON x OC, cause we need this healthy yuri.

@brins-rogers thank you for enabling this.

Julia Vega was always a girl who got what she wanted, but she knew when she was not paid attention to. When Jimmy’s glorious buzzcut, knitted eyebrows, stout figure and temper arrived at Bullworth, the subject of Julia’s interest, Beatrice Trudeau, found herself fantasizing elsewhere in a realm far away. One where Julia was not a thought or a consideration.

Rather than being filled with bitterness, Julia moved to greener pastures that would have her – or that she could trespass in, all things considered – trying to adjust to a brand new school, a brand new culture, away from her surfing colleagues, her dancing buddies, her skating partners and a school that loved her. In Bullworth she quickly experienced the highs and lows of the complicated teenage lives of those unfortunate souls that have never stepped outside of Bullworth, and those doomed to never get away from here; in all the time she spent getting familiar with the environment of busy bodies that were too aggressive and stressed out for their own good, Beatrice slowly felt her crush disappoint and dissolve as she saw him with many other girls in his rise to popularity. And even when his popularity plummeted, there was one girl that returned to Bullworth to be his forever. The poor Beatrice simply had to move on.

The library, a classic architecture that inspired learning and instilled quietness in anybody who walked by and stayed there, was especially quiet today. Tables used to the sighs of students forced to study and the elation of those who loved to learned found themselves empty this fine afternoon in Bullworth Academy. It was just about to become Summer, the year about to end, the weather starting to beg for lighter attire and pool parties. But beneath this high roof, were the presence of a dedicated librarian and a duo of girls who could not be more different in their walk of life.

Beatrice Trudeau, with that classic hairdo and old fashioned light green uniform that made her stick out like a sore thumb, pushed up her glasses and grabbed the assignment to read it over with the class and grace of a seasoned smarty-pants. Next to her, observing like a fascinated hawk, was Julia Vega who in contrast donned a darker shade of green in her vest, rolled up her short sleeves, popped up her collar, and hair that screamed rebellion. Staring with intent, intrigued, curious and always bold. Bold enough to make Beatrice notice and feel a little… overwhelmed, perhaps. Such interest in her was odd, especially when she was already helping someone with their homework. Oh, Bullworth students could feign interest for certain if it meant upping their grades, but Julia was a different case. 

Vega had been assigned to Beatrice as a helpless student who desperately needed tutoring in Math classes, lest she would repeat the year. In Beatrice’s eyes, Julia was just another hooligan in this school – for she has only heard of the nasty rumors about her, and had seen how physically shaken up Earnest was after… whatever it was that Julia did to him. And while part of Beatrice thought he had it coming, she couldn’t shake that image of Julia from her head. Anyways, Julia didn’t need to stare like this, not when she already got the favor she needed. The thought of something being amiss did cross Beatrice’s nervous and unconfident mind, but it could not be it, It was so… intense. Such intensity was similar to that of the way a dashing legendary actor would stare at his co-stars. 

Beatrice tried her best to get back on topic, putting the book back down and explaining in detail where Julia had been going wrong. Surprisingly, Julia stopped staring to focus on her work, which was a surprise to Beatrice who thought this would be someone who would not be able to concentrate or take it seriously. But she paid attention, she asked questions – good ones, at that – and made Beatrice feel a power she didn’t feel before. Like she was in control here, like Julia had stepped into her field unarmed. It was an intoxicating feeling being listened to this way, it even made the way Julia stared at her… alluring.

In turn, when Julia grabbed her pencil and got back to work through the roadblocks of numbers, Beatrice found herself staring at Julia. Staring hard. For a brilliant mind, she was startled by the way her mind’s chemistry altered and jumped, creating fireworks and sending tentacling jolts of tickles down her skin. Indeed, she found herself staring at Julia with just as much intensity as she had been stared at for the past twenty minutes – a mixture of intrigue, curiosity and…

And…

“I think I got it this time,” Julia’s voice was quiet, her californian and cool way of speaking always a pleasure to listen to. The corner of her lip pulled up in a confident smirk, yet her wording indicated that she was open and wary that she may have it wrong again.

Beatrice smiled softly at the growing confidence of someone who was sure she could not do it. But when she looked away from the book to that face, those green eyes, a part of her was breathless. It took her a second to visibly compose herself, re-place her glasses properly, and remember what she was teaching here. 

Would you believe that their entire tutoring session was exactly like this? Intense silence as Julia worked earnestly to push through the barriers of mathematics, being stared at by Beatrice who was like a curious scientist observing a foreign life, followed by an even more heavy silence as Julia stared at Beatrice with a gaze filled with… a feeling that Beatrice could not pinpoint. It was not malice, it was not mischief, it was not…

“Shit,” Julia stopped briefly, looking at her watch. “I gotta jam.”

Beatrice blinked rapidly and shook her head, anchoring herself back to reality. “Ah, yes, it’s very late.”

Julia had gotten up and grabbed her materials, shoving them in her bag as Beatrice stared with that curiosity still palpable even to the adult in the room. “Our next tutoring section,” Julia started, throwing the strap of her messenger bag over to her shoulder. “I’ll square it with you tomorrow, if that’s, like, okay with you.”

Beatrice nodded wordlessly, gulping and watching Julia walk away. Why did it hurt to watch her walk away? Why was it… a twinge of anguish that crept up on her gut? A brilliant woman that could not quite understand the effects of a crush simmering down in her heart. Alas, we all have our weaknesses and this was hers.

Julia stopped in the doorway of the library feeling that moment where her heart stopped for just a second to recompose itself, a tell-tale sign of something beyond her logical reasoning or her deductive skills. A sign that she had nothing to lose. It was true she had an arrangement to attend and thus she needed to jet, but if something as exciting as going to hang out with her friends had her feeling slightly sour…

The green eyed rascal turned around to watch Beatrice who had begun to grab her books and tools. Piercing through the heavy atmosphere of the nearly deserted library, Julia’s voice was like the crack of a whip. Confident, assertive, clamoring to be heard. “Hey, Beatrice.”

Beatrice stopped and slowly looked up from her stuff. “Y-yeah?”

“We should go out sometime.”

Swift and true, right to the heart of the matter. 

Beatrice was dumbfounded, speaking without thinking. “Should we?”

Julia chuckled and nodded. “We should,” and with that, she cooly turned back around and walked away.

Leaving a confused Beatrice standing off center, not where she was when she walked in and not where she expected to be by the end of this session. But she smiled softly, with the giddyness of a girl being reciprocated for the first time.

And she didn’t know she was yearning for this.

[secretlyazombi3]

thinking about crying into older! leon's shoulder. your tears wet his shirt, but he doesn't mind, all he's focused on is comforting you. he's too busy trying to make you feel better to care about something like that.

"shhh, you're okay, baby." leon whispers into your ear as you continue to cry in his lap, his big hand gently caressing your back as he tries soothing you.

he's not a man that's very good with helping others with their emotions. but he'd be damned if he didn't at least try.

his hand moved towards your hair; he gently brushed his fingers through your hair as he gently shushed you. "it's okay, love." he assured you again.

he played with your hair, which definitely helped you stop being so tense. his free hand moved to your cheek as he made you look up at him.

your eyes were pink and puffy, nose dripping, mascara running down your cheeks. you felt pathetic. leon still thought you were pretty.

"you feel better?" he asked you as he rubbed his thumb against your cheek, wiping away a tear. your breathing was still labored and occasionally you'd still sob, but you did feel better.

leon wrapped his muscular arm around your body to pull you closer to him. you nodded your head gently. "that's good, baby," leon replied, his voice gruff but his tone still gentle with you.

"everything's okay, pretty baby." leon assured you as he hugged you closer against him. his arms trap your body against his. he rests his head on your shoulder and his stubble itches you slightly.

everything really was okay now. being comforted by an older man was all you needed.

[fandom-trash-xl]

Quick Incorrect Quotes Fistful, but I have good ones this time

Caulifla: I'm going to confess to you for Valentine's Day, so wait up for me after our training. Kale: Eh?! Caulifla: You're free after training, right? Kale: ...Yeah. Caulifla: Then, be prepared! Kale: ...Okay. Caulifla: Then, why's your face all red? Kale: Because you basically already confessed... Caulifla: DAMMIT! ...Never mind. -- Cabba, from the Tournament of Power benches during episodes 113-116: Let's go, lesbians, let's go! LET'S GO, LESBIANS, LET'S GO! -- Frieza, about Kuriza: I have trained the rightful heir to my empire~ Berryblue: You messed up a perfectly good child is what you did. Look at him. He's got anxiety. --- Goku: When Chi-Chi and I were first flirting after we got married, she asked me how I felt about pet names, to which I replied, "Well, you have to call them something." Goku: This is really testament to my wife's patience. Bulma: Goku, I think Chi-Chi might be a moronsexual. Goku: Hey, don't call her a moron! Goku: ...Wait. --- Vegeta, after pulling Yamcha aside, pointing to Frieza: That is a homicidal maniac! ...No, you may not date him.

[softestqueeen]

✧*̥˚ masterlist *̥˚✧

most of my fics are x fem!reader (i subconsiusly have me in mind, makes sense) but you can request fics with different dynamics!

all of my fics can also be read on my ao3: @ softestqueeen

my masterlist for my specials! -> my specials are NOT on my regular masterlist!

please MDNI!! most of my content is for a mature audience only!

✧*̥˚ key *̥˚✧

❤️‍🔥 smut 🌸fluff ⛓��� hurt/comfort 🖤 dark ✍🏻 request

✧*̥˚ BBC Sherlock *̥˚✧

i can't do this anymore! ⛓️🌸 sherlock holmes x reader When Sherlock overhears you talking on the phone, he thinks you're going to leave him.

let the light in 🌸 sherlock holmes x reader After a particularly frustrating case, all the consulting detective needs, is closeness.

misty mornings 🌸 sherlock homles x reader feat. Mrs Hudson and John Watson When Sherlock Holmes awakes on his birthday, he doesn’t expect anyone to remember it. But of course, you do.

don't you forget about me, sherlock part 1 sherlock holmes x reader When Janine forces Sherlock to choose between being in a relationship with her and living with you, he has to make a tough decision. How will your feelings for each other be affected by it?

✧*̥˚ Marvel/mcu *̥˚✧

need to be closer ❤️‍🔥🌸 bruce banner x afab!reader You love your boyfriend Bruce Banner with all of your heart but sometimes you just don‘t feel close enough. So you decide to try something new...

when you come home to us, pretty boy... ❤️‍🔥 sub!steve rogers x dom/afab!reader x dom!buck barnes It was no secret that your relationship was kinky. Even though Steve has been pleasured by Bucky multiple times, he wants you to mark him. And who are you to turn such a good boy down?

i have an idea... ❤️‍🔥 sub!steve rogers x dom/afab!reader x dom!buck barnes On the first vacation with your boyfriends, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, you notice the shower with a glass wall into the bedroom and immediately know how to put it to good use…

let me teach you pt. 1 🌸 steve rogers x afab!reader x bucky barnes You are a literature professor at university and your boyfriends decide to pay you a visit and listen to one of your lectures.

let me teach you pt. 2 ❤️‍🔥🌸 steve rogers x afab!reader x bucky barnes You are a literature professor at university and your boyfriends decide to pay you a visit and listen to one of your lectures. When they join you at your office, things get a little out of hand…

slipping and gliding pt. 1 ❤️‍🔥🌸✍🏻 natasha romanoff x afab!reader When the Avengers spend a day at the local water park, you start to see a certain redhead in a different light. You’ve never had anything with a woman before, but Natasha doesn’t mind showing you what feels good.

slipping and gliding pt. 2 ❤️‍🔥 natasha romanoff x afab!reader After what happened in the showers, you and Nat make a quick exit to move your fooling around to somewhere else…

but daddy i love him ⛓️✍🏻 stephen strange x fem!stark!reader Tony Stark – your father – finds out about your romantic relationship with the infamous Stephen Strange. How will he react to you dating someone who is almost 20 years older than you.

natasha romanoff smut drabble

✧*̥˚ Call of Duty *̥˚✧

it's yours, princess ❤️‍🔥 simon “ghost” riley x reader x könig (cod) On a mission with König and Ghost you have to stay at a safe house. The only problem – there is only one bed.

my little flower pt. 1 ❤️‍🔥🖤🌸✍🏻 stalker!könig (cod) x reader You were just minding your business, planting some new flowers in your garden, when suddenly a (charming) man in a mask abducts you to use you for his pleasure. You are incredibly conflicted; the stranger seems to be kinda nice but also incredibly selfish at the same time.

my little flower pt. 2 ❤️‍🔥🖤✍🏻 stalker!könig (cod) x reader Slowly you’re getting used to living with the man that was slowly becoming more than just the man who abducted you. You’re also getting used to the different ways he’s using and abusing your body.

do you trust me, sweetheart? ❤️‍🔥🌸✍🏻 simon “ghost” riley x afab!reader After an unsuccessful mission, you notice how tense and stressed your colleague and friend Simon “Ghost” Riley is. When you ask him how you can help him relieve some stress, things take an unexpected turn…  

thank you for your service ❤️‍🔥✍🏻 simon "ghost" riley x gn!reader You boyfriend, Simon “Ghost” Riley has to do way too much work at home for your liking. But no worries, you found a solution that works for the both of you.

✧*̥˚ Haunting Adeline*̥˚✧

red roses and deadly promises ❤️‍🔥🖤🌸 zade meadows x fem!reader When your stalker, Zade Meadows, has to do some business out of town, someone new makes an unwelcome appearance. How will Zade react when someone tries to steal you away from him?

untitled asian!reader blurb ✍🏻🖤 -> part 2 ❤️‍🔥✍🏻

✧*̥˚ Criminal Minds*̥˚✧

ugh, i just love you ⛓️ spencer reid x reader When you accidently let the a love confession towards your best friend, Spencer Reid, tumble out of your mouth, you think you’ve ruined the friendship between you completely.

i don't know what i'd do without you 🌸⛓️ aaron hotchner x gn!reader Aaron comforts you after a nightmare.

pretty when i cry 🌸⛓️ spencer reid x gn!reader When Spencer returns home he gets immediately worried when he sees you bawling your eyes out. Little does he know, it’s just because of a book.

care for a dance? 🌸 spencer reid x gn!reader spencer learns how to dance to teach you.

jingle bells ❤️‍🔥 spencer reid x reader you surprise your boyfriend, spencer reid, with something very special for christmas.

just a kiss 🌸⛓️❤️‍🔥 aaron hotchner x reader a kiss under the mistletoe with a certain casanova makes your boyfriend, aaron hotchner, question himself.

soapy heaven🌸 spencer reid x reader taking a lovely shower with your lovely boyfriend aka spencer reid going crazy for you washing his hair

long hair!spencer nsfw drabble ❤️‍🔥

aaron hotchner luff drabble/ficlet 🌸✍🏻

emily prentiss x emt!reader hcs! 🌸✍🏻

spoiled emily headcanons 🌸✍🏻

✧*̥˚ Actors/Actresses*̥˚✧

like the movies ❤️‍🔥✍🏻 mads mikkelsen x actress!reader While attending the premiere of your new movie “The Hunt” with your co-worker and good friend Mads Mikkelsen, you get a little bit emotional. After Mads comforts you, he offers to bring you home. Once at your room, things develop quite different than you imagined..

[itsyagurlchip]

just a lil drabble of gen z reader in the hellaverse

*for context reader is a fem gn and 17-20 yrs old but looks like a child due to their behavior and height*

"lady why do you have rice in ur tits?" the child asks, trying not to giggle at your silliness.

"MIND YO DAMN BUSINESS" You trip the child, speeding away before the mother could catch you.

-

"Guys i think Charlie is a lightskin" You sob, as you painstakingly scoop another solid colored blob of white mashed potatoes in your mouth.

"What makes you say that?"

"I never seen her touch anything other than salt and pepper and its been pissing me off" You shake your head sadly, still on the brink of tears.

"The King of Hell is literally one of the best chefs tho?"

"EXACTLY" For the rest of the night you sat in thought, banging a fist on the table at each taste of your food.

-

"THAT'S AN ICK BECAUSE THE ONLY THING THAT SHOULD BE TAKING HIS BREATH AWAY IS YOU" You were listening to Rosie's new podcast, called 'Alpha Widows', nodding along to every statement she made.

The woman was truly in the prime.

-

"Yo Loona!" You called, biting your lip.

"What." She gritted between her teeth.

"No need to get all foxy~ Whatcho cute ass doin out here?" You said flirtingly, walking slowly with your arms crossed.

She preceded to kick you in your knees, only huffing at the cries you made

[hereissomething]

"go to hell😌yes😌"

[jujitto]

▬▬ [ 𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗭 ] RIZZING THEM UP

KIM HONGJOONG [ 김홍중 ] ; Found it HELLA suspicious when you came in the room with a smirk on your face. Found it even more suspicious when you leaned against the wall next to him with your arm resting beside his head. However, he gave you the benefit of the doubt because he was generally curious about what the hell you were doing. But the moment you wrapped an arm around his waist and those words left your mouth he was done for. “Math is so confusing. It's always talking about x and y and never you and I.” He would mostly cringe out of embarrassment or burst out, laughing depending on how funny it is. There's no between.

PARK SEONGHWA [ 박성화 ] ; FROM THE VERY BEGINNING HE WOULD BE WEARING HIS JUDGING FACE (WE ALL KNOW THE MEME) now what makes you think he won’t be suspicious of you acting the way you’re acting when he has six kids who do the same? to be honest, he is judging through this interaction, and the moment you say the words his judging face gets even more prominent, "Are you legos? Because I'd never lego of you." PLEASE BECUZ THE PAINED SMILE HE WOULD GIVE YOU IS ETCHED INTO MY BRAIN!!! FOR JUST 5 cents a day you can get Seonghwa the respect he deserves.

JEONG YUNHO [ 정윤호 ] ; The fact that you came into the room, all high and mighty with a confident smile on your face should’ve been the first clue to him that you were up to something. But when you scrolled up to him, looking at him, all seductive and stuff, he should’ve known something was up to. “Are you John Cena? Because I've never Cena guy like you before." THE WAY HE WOULD PAUSE TO THINK ABOUT IT?!?! THE FACT I CAN SEE HIM PRETENDING NOT TO UNDERSTAND YOU IS CRAZY!?! Just let the man be!!! 😭

KANG YEOSANG [ 강여상 ] ; WOULD LITERALLY WALK AWAY BEFORE YOU GET ANY WORD OUT. You'd have to drag him back to say what you needed to say. "Are you the school stairs? Because you take my breath away." You rizzing him up is like talking to a wall. He isn't trying to hear anything that comes out of your mouth. Lowkey finds it funny but his face doesn't show it. The type to gag in disgust because of it. ‘YEO BABY! JUST LET ME RIZZ YOU UP?!?! 🥺’ Walks away becuz he's completely done with you at this point.

CHOI SAN [ 최산 ] ; YOU CAN LET WOOYOUNG RIZZ YOU UP BUT I CAN’T?! Gets defensive because you just had to mention Wooyoung…. didn't you? Honestly, he should've seen this coming because you tend to want to rizz him up a lot (BUT COME ON IT'S CHOI SAN WHO WOULDN'T WANT TO RIZZ HIM UP?) Kind of just lets you say what you need to say. "I know you're not a ghost, but will you be my boo?" PLS BECUZ SAN IS GOING TO BE LAUGHING IN YOUR FACE. I CAN HONESTLY SEE HIM LAUGHING BECUZ OF HOW STUPID THE PICKUP LINE WAS. It's just another day of him getting rizzed up by a person who is already his partner. SMH 4 HIM!!

SONG MINGI [ 송민기 ] ; NOW MINGI would be completely obvious to what you are doing or going to do. And the fact that you would come over to him and wrap your arm around his waist like he was some type of innocent lady makes him blush like a schoolgirl. You with your arm wrapped around his waist and you whispering into his ear, "I don't think I need glasses anymore because I can clearly see that we're meant to be." I WHOLEHEARTEDLY THINK YOU RIZZING MINGI UP IS THE BEST THING THAT CAN HAPPEN TO HIM. I CAN ALSO SEE HIM GIGGLING AND GETTING ALL FLUSTERED. Princess Mingi deserves to be treated like PRINCESS!!!!

JUNG WOOYOUNG [ 정우영 ] ; “Are you French? Because oui should date." Honestly, Wooyoung would be the type to blush and giggle at you rizzing him up. The meme of the guy kicking his feet and being all smiley is honestly so Wooyoung. Curls an imaginary piece of hair. PLEASE BCUZ BABYGIRL IS BABYGIRLING TODAY. I can see him trying to rizz you up after you rizzed him up. Becomes a rizz competition between you two because honestly, I can see it. WOOYOUNG TAKING THAT RIZZ AND RUNNING WITH IT! 😭

CHOI JONGHO [ 최종호 ] ; The moment you come around the corner, Jongho is already going to assume you're about to do something dumb. And you proved him right as you looked him up and down with a smirk on your lips. “Do you play soccer? Because you're definitely a keeper?" THE SILENCE IS SO LOUD!! Jongho wouldn't even say anything. He would probably look at you like you're dumb. PROBABLY WONDERS WHY YOU ARE LIKE THIS! He would leave you to just stand there and contemplate your actions because WTF WAS THAT?!

[bluewritinghood]

Witcher! Watch out for that tree!

“You didn’t have to throw that guy through a table you know.” Jaskier says absentmindedly plucking at his lute as he walks beside Geralt down the dusty path.

“He was being an ass.” Geralt reminds him.

“Yes, well it did get us kicked out of the inn though so maybe not worth it?” Jaskier says still plucking at his lute more than likely trying to subconsciously perfect a tune that would soon make an appearance in one of his latest songs.

“He called you a cocksucking bastard.” Geralt reminds him gruffly. “I wasn’t going to let it go.”

“I mean it’s not the worst thing I’ve ever been called I could give you a whole list of insults a mile long that’s been hurled at me this year alone and never repeat the same one twice.” Jaskier laughs at his own expense.

Geralt offers an irritated grunt by way of reply.

“I mean it wasn’t even really an insult since it’s true, I mean half of it at least.” Jaskier says tuning his lute slightly.

“You were an illegitimate child?” Geralt asks surprised.

“Oh gods no. No matter how much my father would like to claim otherwise, I meant the first part. You didn’t know I was Bisexual?” Jaskier asks sounding genuinely surprised.

Geralt doesn’t answer, doesn’t say anything at all, doesn’t look away from Jaskier even as they approach an enormous tree in the road. But surely Geralt couldn’t miss it, its trunk was wider than his shoulders for heaven’s sake.

Geralt runs smack into the tree with a dull ‘Thunk’ stumbling backward.

“Good gods Geralt are you alright?!” Jaskier says jogging the few steps he had fallen behind Geralt to catch up with him and check on him. “How in the world did you miss that tree?”

“You’re into men?” Geralt asks instead of answering the question.

“Yes, I thought that was painfully obvious. Don’t tell me that’s why you ran into the tree it’s honestly not that surprising. I mean I’m kinda fruity.” Jaskier says with a laugh.

Geralt just stares at Jaskier until his smile fades.

“You’re not opposed to that sort of thing are you?” Jaskier asks suddenly a little worried that this of all the things might be what ends their friendship.

Geralt is a silent as a stone for a few minutes leaving Jaskier to wonder what exactly he would say if he ever said anything at all.

“No.” Geralt finally grunts out relieving Jaskier of his fears.

“Well that’s a relief.” Jaskier says with a nervous chuckle.

Geralt continues to stare at him until Jaskier finally asks. “What exactly is the problem then?”

Geralt finally stops looking at him only to start looking anywhere but at him. “I’m in love with you.” He mumbles.

“I’m sorry come again?” Jaskier guffaws. “Because I thought a certain sorceress occupied that stony heart of yours.”

Geralt shakes his head reverting back to his normal taciturn state.

“You’re telling me I’ve had a chance with you all this time and you’re just telling me now?” Jaskier asks voice raising an octave.

Geralt finally seems to get the message that his feelings are reciprocated because the next thing Jaskier knows he’s being pushed up against the tree and Geralt is kissing him.

Ao3 link to this story.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45596839

[zkeybullworth]

The Boxing Pauper (Julia Vs Preps)

What is this: Julia wants to join the Boxing Club, but the preps don’t think she’s at their level. Word count: 4k~ Special Guest: Nora Dorn (@aquaberryvanilla's OC!)

Soon to be crossposted to ao3!

Calloused knuckles told the stories of hundreds of brawls that built Julia Vega’s bone, matching with the hardened palm of her hands – telling tales of a troublemaker who’s done more than the Aquaberry preps she was watching friendly spar in the ring. Curiously watching with bushy eyebrows knitted in concentration, she observed their form. The sound of gloved hits and swings decorated the background music that bounced off the walls and large ceiling, the grunts and bated breath of young boxers accentuating the symphony of the Glass Jaw Boxing Club, making Julia feel right at home but oddly out of place as she noted the luxurious haircuts, the expensive watches and the fine shoes of those hanging around to watch the match. Watching and focusing on the boxers, however, felt a lot better. 

Chad and Justin ducked it out in the ring and showed their abilities with pride, and Julia had to admit to herself. They had good form, proper technique, clean – it was all in all a delight to watch. All that money did build them up to be competent in the ring, so Julia wondered if she could stand a chance. Which was the sole reason she was standing there, still donning the school uniform sans the Aquaberry vest that would signal to those standing in this gym that she was one of  the elite like them. Instead, she stood out like a sore thumb with a dark green vest, rolled up sleeves and cream colored slacks. A pauper in the rich kid’s territory.

It would be a matter of time someone approached.

“What are you doing here?”

The voice, filled with disdain, pierced through the barrier of concentration, echoing and bouncing off the walls until it became a coherent sentence that made Julia turn around to face whoever this was. Gord, in his short stature and bug-eyed stare, did his best to look menacing to the woman who didn’t come in with intentions to intimidate – let alone fight. Deep down inside the part of her brain that was her devilish goblin mind (which was the more aggressive side), she wanted to punch this guy’s nose in for speaking to her like that, clamoring for it to happen, to take over the rest of her brain and take over her body, but outside of her mind–.

“Oh, hello,” Julia smiled softly, hands sliding into her pockets and overall showing a loose and calm posture, some would say cool but the preps would say–.

“Pauper, why are you here?” Gord crossed his arms, the other preps slowly gathering behind him.

“I was wondering if I could join this club,” Julia said casually, unbothered by the piercing glances and the forced laughs of the people behind Gord. At this, her smile faded to an unamused look. “Laughing?”

Far from intimidated, Gord tutted before walking forward and speaking. “You’re not eligible, pauper.”

“Why not?” Julia asked straight to the point, voice lower to address Gord with some respect that he clearly did not deserve.

“Your parents are not members of the board – or even in our class,” Tad came forward, hands clasped together behind his back. That smug face of his begging to be kicked out of his face. “And I doubt you’re on our level, theater kid.”

Julia looked at him in disbelief, then laughed. “You guys haven’t even checked me out yet!”

“You have to be delusional if you think you can beat any of us,” Parker said, almost in disbelief that Julia had so much confidence in herself.

Julia looked at them and while some of them looked sure of each other, some looked like they were itching to see if such a thing was even possible. Inside her primitive thoughts, she was eager for a fight right then and there, to take them off guard, and she didn’t completely ignore the thought. Instead, she transformed that primal idea and converted it to a fair battle. “Then one of you, challenge me to a fight in the ring.”

And it felt like a piano had just dropped by the way they were completely silent about it for that brief moment. Brief enough for Julia to smirk at seeing some of them not sure what to do. If they backed down from it, they looked like pussies; if they accepted and one of them lost they would look like pussies too. A situation where they could barely win, unless they were delusionally confident and perfect in their performance. Hey, they brought this on themselves.

Because no one spoke, Julia looked around, noticing Bryce already in his boxing gear and practicing. With that, she pointed at him and looked at the rest. “I will fight him, since no one offered.”

“You’re on, pauper,” Gord finally piped up on behalf of the rest, supremely confident and trusting that his friend will do the job. “Get changed into a proper gear and warm up. After we’re done with you, you can wipe the blood off the ring.”

Julia took that as a challenge. After all, how specially humiliating it would be to have to wipe off their friend’s blood and spit?

Now Gord was panicking. 

Julia was given the upper floor spot to warm up while Bryce got a pep talk from all the preps, the others who were sparring getting off the ring and excitedly placing their bets before the match would even begin. But among all of them Gord was the one to slip away, filled with curiosity as to how much massacre was going to happen in the boxing ring. Peering through the small window in the door though, Gord instantly regretted even saying Yes. That pauper was no fool, shadow boxing with total precision, clarity and technique; a smooth dance she was performing for herself only yet it was that of a trained boxer. Behind the rolled up sleeves hid subtle muscles and behind the cool and calm demeanor she had hid the agility and explosiveness that reminded Gord of Bryce and Parker. Lines were beautiful, full of the beauty that made boxing one of Gord’s favorite sports…

Oh fuck.

It had Gord’s expressions a bit tight, especially as they watched Julia walk into the ring to meet Bryce who was bouncing about, throwing jabs and hooks to further intimidate Julia as the hour of truth approached. The boys were getting rowdy and livened up, ready to see a victory from their own class against the so-called tough kids. It had become a joke between the preps that the poor kids aren’t as tough as the popular saying goes, convinced that their upbringing and street fighting was just an indecent act and not of true merit in the ring – in a REAL fight.

But when the bell rang, it was like a totally different monster had taken over Julia’s body, charging forward without missing a beat. It surprised Bryce so much that he could barely guard his face. Having narrowly missed that, but still flustered, Julia did the smart thing and looked for an opening with a scarily fast precision and that was – unfortunately – that was a body shot that landed and counted. And it was just the beginning.

Gord was standing there, small in the crowd of his friends that kept shouting insults and instructions, crowded around the ring, hiding that they were a little worried too. Looking at Bryce’s face compared to Julia the difference was staggering. Bryce looked furious, concentrated, like a true warrior; Julia looked like she was having too much sadistic fun pulling away from Bryce, bouncing about and taunting him to get close, beckoning and gesturing to hit her in the chin. Bryce hadn’t quite lost his cool yet, knowing it was a trap, making a little bit of distance between them as Julia tried to circle him. Her arms reach wasn’t extraordinary but her long legs and the way she closed her distance at the start had Bryce a bit of a tight spot, adjusting away from his assumption that Julia was just a chump who could street brawl.

“Give it to her, c’mon!”

“Show her how we do it, Bryce!”

The encouragement built his confidence back up, watching her step and trying to pick out just when to attack, but when started to close the distance and make his first bold attack, she swiftly dodged it gracefully, circling around Bryce quickly and sticking her tongue out at him. Which began to infuriate Bryce.

Gord’s arms were crossed, watching quietly as Julia dodged most hits and took the ones that landed with grace and quickly responded with a few hits of her own. Bryce was in good shape but she was too surprisingly good at it. It was just a surprise that is all, a man underprepared for a fair fight and – h-honestly, seriously – she hid her skills! An unfair showmanship. Bryce gave it his all and she dealt with those curveballs well but… 

“What’s going on?!”

Gord stood upright at the voice of someone in total disbelief. Bif had just walked into the Gym with Pinky, Derby and Nora behind him and they were trying to process who was on the ring, why Bryce looked like he was looking and… “The pauper challenged Bryce to a fight,” Gord said with a vague feeling of disdain.

“And you just LET HER?” Derby spat at Gord who felt himself becoming small. The blonde man watched for a brief moment how Bryce was fairing, and he could tell it wasn’t going to go well with the Bryce was getting tired quick. Worse, she was still in tip-top shape, even if there were signs of having been hit pretty bad as well. “Imbecile.”

Gord gulped before he spoke. “It’s an unfair match, she-she challenged him on a whim…”

Derby looked furious, especially after Hopkins already made a fool of them. “Right, unfair,” he said with a fading tone, walking right past Gord and ignoring the fight happening. Bif, on the other hand, stood next to Pinky and Nora observing.

“Is that…” Nora began.

“Julia?” Pinky finished, a hand placed delicately over her lips.

There’s a moment of silence between the two girls before Pinky piped up.

“I KNEW that shampoo would work fantastic with her hair.”

Gord looked confused, looking at Julia and while her hair was slightly sweaty and disheveled, it did look pretty good–.

AGH, that was not the point of this thing! Gord thought, the whole point was that this match was a very bad idea, and a very unfair match!

An… unfair, dishonorable match.

Well, fair or not, there was a moment that happened too fast. Bryce had lunged forward with an attack, but he was too sloppy. Moved too slow, flustered in the moment, and left himself open and vulnerable in the worst way possible. So, when Julia dodged it, she saw the opening for a hit. Bryce’s side received that painful punch first, then another one to the other side, leaving his jaw fully open. Three hits. Hook, hook, uppercut and Bryce fell backwards. The sound of his body falling stopping the yelling, stopping the music, making the air sit completely still for a moment before bringing it all back up again. This time, the shouts were for Bryce to get back up and defend his honor, to not let Julia do him in this way. And he did get up, but that was probably not the best thing to do. 

Julia gave him the grace period to get up, recover, put his gloves back up and signal that he was still in the fight. He was right on time too, so fair was fair. Since he could barely step forward, she was the one to do it just to put him out of his misery. A low blow to his stomach, another uppercut that had him stumbling backwards but he refused to fall, arms raised but barely protecting his face.  The moment he faced her again he could make out, even in his bleary gaze, that she was midway to another left hook to his face, which he barely blocked – but his arms fell pathetically, lifeless, like he couldn’t do anything more. Julia paused for a moment, just to see if he would fall on his own, but he would. Persistent little brat, she had  to give him that. But no more.

The sound of a treacherous, fast like lighting hook square to his face quietened the roar from the hungry preps and filled the gym with a tense silence that fell just as hard as Bryce’s body. The girls gasped a little bit, worried that this brutish display had KILLED Bryce, until he started to groan and squirm, battered and bruised, unable to even face his boys after such a humiliating match.

Julia stood over him, heavily breathing as that rush of victory slowly came over her. No applause, no roar in adulation or even words of congratulations. Nothing, but Julia didn’t need someone else celebrating for her. But what caught her attention was the fact that no one was making the move to help him – hello, since when did Pinky, Bif and Nora got here? No matter, Julia felt that sadistic side of her satiated but she returned back to her normal self soon enough. Taking off her gloves quickly, she approached a defeated Bryce and squatted down. “You alright, man?”

Bryce groaned, squeezing his face a bit, unable to respond.

“You’re good, dude,” Julia said as she took Bryce’s gloves for him. “But you can’t beat the best yet.”

Julia had wondered what the others were doing at that moment, not realizing that Bif had gotten into the ring to grab her away from Bryce and carry her like a child. All the boys started to shout at her a myriad of things she cared little to hear about, about how it was an unfair match, how it was a lack of honor and that she would never be part of the club, pauper pauper pauper. 

In the blink of an eye, she was thrown out of the club, her clothes thrown at her and the door closed shut. And in that, Julia bursted out laughing, lying on the floor and resting from the match – ignoring the weirded out looks from the unsuspecting citizen.

Nora Dorn was standing completely still for what felt like an eternity, simply pondering the possibilities of how this… good for nothing savage got here. Lounging on the couch, not worried about a damn thing in the world, at the death of the night.

The scene was that of insanity for certain, but let us go back to know what is going on. 

When the sun had already set long ago, the quietness of the night engulfed the luxurious Harrington House. Standing tall and proud, with age to surpass the oldest vampire in existence, sneering in the face of those poor students and mocking  them for being unable to enter its exclusive premises, the gift for the elites to the elites-to-be. The outside was teeming with crickets, bugs and other creatures, while Chester the menacing dog merely rested on the blade of freshly cut grass, plopped to its side in deep slumber. Deep enough for Julia to walk to the front door and assess the situation. The situation being that she wanted to break into the Harrington House.

What was the logic behind it? Well, she won against Bryce, she was technically allowed into the Boxing Club. And thus, somehow in her silly mind, she was allowed inside.

The logic in her heart? She just wanted to do it and so she would.

Julia wasn’t even dressed like a burglar, donning a flashy Hawaiian shirt with no sleeves, school slacks and flip flops. Horrible choice considering the midnight breeze was outrageously chilly at this time of the year, but she was never one to think ahead more than two steps let alone three. But still, her pockets bore the weight of a trusty multitool, lockpicking tools and in the backpocket a fresh can of vibrant yellow paint. Prepared to do her magic, she discreetly and slowly tried the doorknob of the front door.

Click.

Huh? It’s open. Slowly but surely, she let the wooden front door slide open at the rhythm of the wind. With that cue, Julia walked in like it was her home, closing the door and – finally – locking it, like it should’ve been to begin with. Cooly and calmly, she cruised through the House like it was hers, giving a passing glance to the man plastered on a painting and playfully giving him the finger, knowing that he would seethe at such disrespect. The visitor’s book was quickly vandalized, a whole page dedicated to Julia’s tag. The pen flowed smoothly on the sheet of paper, her wrist used to the intricate and subtle movement of her penname, lines that once were dull now looked stylish and full of urban style. A name that once was just a government name now had style that showcased the true beauty of graffiti, that loudly exclaimed its presence. The crown sat on top of the name, further mocking any future trustfund bitch that read it.  

But that was not the last of it. Julia put the pen down, looked at its polished finish and the signature tattooed on its flank, then decided to take it cause hell why not. But then she grabbed her spray can and got to work on the lonely spot on the wall. Curves, curves, curves, her name written in bubble letters, not filled in or decorated, hollow but just enough to piss off the preps.

From then on, walking into the living room area (with an outrageous amount of empty space) Julia found brief solace in the fireplace that still crackled on, waddling over and getting some warmth, looking at the pictures placed on top of it, a family framed to look completely but that Julia could intuit that was as fractured as the rest of the kids at Bullworth. She paid no mind to it, for it was none of her business, proceeding upstairs once she was done.

A paddle nearly glowed in her eyes, sitting so quietly on the wall, begging to be taken and used. If it wasn’t for the fastidious cleanse (probably from a professional, or the poor enslaved preps themselves) it would carry dust that signalled it’s barely been used. So, Julia grabbed it with her on the rest of the tour. A tour that was every bit as boring as she’d imagine it, considering there was hardly anything interesting inside the house of the guy who has the personality of a cardboard with a pinch of salt.

So, when her tour was done (and when she took notice of the dead plant courtesy of Jimmy), she plopped down on the couch and grimaced at the lack of comfort it gave, then turned on the TV.  Money couldn’t buy them better television channels, and certainly not a better couch, but the thrill of being in a place where she wasn’t supposed to be never failed, it made every show suddenly interesting, every second charged with tension.

Nora Dorn, covered in an almost ethereal robe that hurt to watch with all its sparkle and glitter, slowly descended the stairs with sleep crusted eyes, wondering if she was imagining all the ruckus coming from downstairs. But the closer she got to the door downstairs the louder it got, the more evident it became that someone was on the other side. Deep down inside, the blonde hoped it was the one that made her heart flutter, the blonde man that relished in the attention, Derby Harrington. Perhaps there could be a rendezvous with the two of them alone late at night, talking about their deepest feelings and worries.

But when Nora opened the door, she was confronted with another reality. 

The savage, the pauper, dressed tackily and patched up from her brawl earlier in the day. Said brawl that had Nora herself patching up a defeated and embarrassed Bryce. The boys often sported such wounds from their honorable battles, but hardly like this. He looked–. Ugh, Nora preferred not to think about it. But it pissed her off that in comparison, Julia looked like she only had a bandaid on her nose, a healing cut above her bushy eyebrows and a gauze pad on her cheek. Unscathed, painless, already moving around without complaint and even sneaking in – god knows how.

Julia, on the other hand, noticed her standing there with her mouth agape. Instead of getting up and running, she put the controller on her chest and put her hands behind her back. Not a word, not a single word, just staring at the befuddled Nora who really was taking her time processing.

Silence, more silence, the faint sound of the TV filling the room as Nora just… couldn’t believe it.

“What are YOU doing here?” Nora asked in a loud whisper, her German accent slipping in at the befuddlement, Julia supposed. The girl soon stomped over to grab the TV remote away from Julia, turning it off and proceeding: “YOU are NOT supposed to be HERE–.”

“I’m doing great, thank you for asking,” Julia briefly said to herself.

“–and especially NOT allowed to STAY and USE property that's not YOURS. OUT.” Nora’s voice was firm, two steps away from throwing a tantrum or screaming, really. 

Julia looked at her for a second before she slowly and lazily sat up. “You know, that’s a lovely robe you have on.”

Nora was about to say something, but was taken aback by the ease in which she said that, and the weird direction she took that. On the outside, she ignored it and looked irritated but on the inside she was… surprised, I suppose… but that did not stop her. “Get. OUT.” She pointed at the door, stomped her feet and sounded closer and closer to asking for help.

Julia looked at her for a moment before she stood up but much to Nora’s chagrin, she just stood face to face with the girl – standing a little taller and certainly a little more menacing. 

“RAUS,” Nora spat out again, this time in German without realizing it, getting real worked up now.

Julia smirked and mimicked biting her, clacking her teeth as she did. 

Oh, Nora was PIIIISSSEEED, but she gave one last warning like a good samaritan. “If you don’t leave on your own, I’ll scream.”

Julia put her hands inside her pockets and tilted her head. “I like it when they scream, sugar.”

“I warned you,” Nora said with a finger pointed up, backing away from Julia, heralding the arrival of an ungodly sound.

A dolphin-like scream that pierced right through Julia’s ear, staggering her backwards enough, making her hold her ears and back away more. Jesus christ, what a stress! But Julia had to admit it was a very good alarm system, a cute one too. Soon enough the mass of pajama-clad preppies flooded down the stairs in a hurry asking what on earth was going on, but the moment they noticed her there were two reactions. One chunk of them were confused, flabbergasted, and the other one instantly jumped into action mode and ran forth to attack Julia. And the rascal seemed ready to take them on, ready to use her legs to make all the distance possible until–.

“ENOUGH,” Bif said, his voice like the crack of a whip that kept his little minions docile as he descended the staircase with Derby close behind him. “YOU will regret breaking in.”

Julia tilted her head, still looking calm. “I won fair and square, don’t you think I deserve to be here?”

“No?!” All of them said in unison, it was the first time she’s heard so much disdain, confusion and anger in one harmonic sentence. 

“Bif, get rid of her, NOW,” Derby commanded immediately, not willing to entertain nonsense.

And Bif was ready to comply with those orders, stomping forward until Julia extended her arm and the paddle to the fullest, pressing it against Bif’s chest and making him stop in his tracks.

“Do I have to fight YOU to prove a point? Or would that be an unfair match as well?”

Bif laughed. “You don’t stand a chance.”

‘Like you didn’t with Bryce?’ the goblin in Julia’s mind clamored, laughing at Bif. ‘These people are delusional.’

“Maybe, but I’d love to try,” Julia said with a tilt of her head and the vaguest smile that had the faint essence of mockery. “Unless you’re scared of me.”

Bif didn’t retort, knowing that if he said the wrong thing Derby was going to kill him, instead he just slapped the paddle out of her hands and grabbed her by the back of her shirt’s neck. Surprisingly, she let it be, getting dragged out and lifted like a mischievous cat being scolded by her mother while the rest of the group followed to cement this humiliation. It wasn’t until they reached the foyer that they saw the preposterous sign of vandalism tagged on the wall, which infuriated Bif enough to tell them to open the door for him.

The quietness of the outside world was punctured by the look of a flying Julia Vega who was thrown out (literally), insulted flew with her before the door closed shut, clicking to further punctuate that it was locked and she was forever shunned from ever winning her way into their respect. Even if it was just all for fun for her.

There she laid, on her back staring at the blanket of stars in the sky, chuckling to herself about what she just did and wondering if she’ll one day get to battle with Bif, if he’s as scary as he looks…

And maybe, she’ll also take on Derby if he’s ever brave enough to show face and accept the challenge. 

Either way, the night was beautiful even if it was a bit cold; she could very well stay here lying for a moment longer…

Until Chester started to grumble and look at her very menacingly.

“Ah fuck.”

Julia had never ran faster in her life.