#MY GYM TEACHER DIDN'T EVEN KNOW MY FUCKING NAME

[rainbow-sparks]

I saw Jay's playthrough of Sally Face today and it made me remember how much I love this game, so I drew Sal :))!!

#seriously I just ahafgz I'm going to be so annoying about this game now I'm sorry (lying) #(everytime I say/read/etc the word seriously I read it in Ocean's voice when she's singing What The World Needs omfg) #his hair looks like that because........uhmm #cute :33 but also I just..can't draw straight hair :// #in pigtails specifically. idk why it just two ponytails so I don't know WHY I can't... #my dad is saying I HAVE to go to school or he won't pay the wifi bill uhmm apparently it 2 months behind?? uhh yeah...? oof guess I'll #fucking kms instead because if I have to be at that DAMN HIGHSCHOOL AGAIN #I am only a freshman and I already wanna bash my head into the desk #MY GYM TEACHER DIDN'T EVEN KNOW MY FUCKING NAME #AND I have to deal w/ shitty fucking allergies on top of that because my mom SUCKS and I didn't think to grad the medicine when I was #leaving yesterday morning mostly cause her BITCH ASS EX WAS THERE IN THE LIVING ROOM (that's connected to the kitchen; where the medicine #was) because she can't kick him out and she has work so she need him there anyway because free babysitting because she had this stupid #fucking kid with him 4 years ago :// #what am I talking about??? #sorry for ranting babe hehe <3 back to being a silly little guy ^^!! #so my friend wants me to play D&D with her and her other friend (idk who they are?? she never told me their name) #so that's cool :) #anyway I listened to Sanity Falls again I fucking love those songs god Idk y I stopped listening to these what was wrong w/ me damn :DDD!!! #gonna queue a few post so they go up while I'm either asleep or at school #probably school cause my dad said if I'm asleep he'll beat me awake :/ so yeah...not new whatever :/ #can't even complain; cause according to my parents it isn't abuse to hit you're CHILD and they had it worse so stfu and I hate you' like #WTF WAS THAT? BRO?? ughh like okay yeha I get it I've been out for a bit but like...really? has Hitting use worked EVER? no? THEN WHY ARE #THEY STILL DOING IT??........ugghhh fuck #night dude :p #omfg I ranted to much I forgot to tag #sally face #sal fisher #sally face sal

[fordohyon]

BEAR MASCOT...

PAIRING -

Kim Woonhak x GN! Reader

SUMMARY - (not really s summary but a preview(ish) thingy??)

You sigh as you remove the heavy mascots head, a cool breeze from a fan chilling your flushed cheeks. You notice one of the basketball players standing behind you. Number 23. "I never knew you were a girl," he comments. "Or pretty."

TAGS -

fluff, fluff, and…. fluff!!

WARNING(s) -

mistaking reader for a girl, calling reader pretty, Mutual pining? maybe being too short. English isn’t my first language so please expect grammatical & spelling errors 😭

lmk if i left out anything,, Not proofread!

WORD COUNT - 1.3k

A/N - should i make this into a series??? also plz tell me if there are any grammatical errors or what. I'd also really appreciate it if you give me feedback and reblog!!

It's been precisely two hours since you donned the bear mascot outfit representing your school. You only agreed to do it because no one else volunteered and thought it might be fun. However, the experience has been anything but fun. With only 30 to 40 minutes left in the costume, you are counting down the seconds until you can take it off.

The basketball jersey, hat, and shoes the bear is wearing are decorated with your school's logo, with the school's signature colors of yellow and green accenting the trim, number, and player names. You are thankful that nobody from other sections knows it's you inside the costume; otherwise, you would feel incredibly embarrassed.

You check the time and realize that 20 minutes have already passed. You hope the game will end in the next 10 minutes or so. A few students request a picture with you, and you oblige them. Five more minutes pass, and the game is nearly over. You can’t wait to get out of the mascot outfit and take a shower.

Sweat drips down to your ankles, causing you to shiver. This is the longest you have ever worn the mascot, 2 hours and 10 minutes.

After what had seemed about an eternity, the game finally finished. All of the players and spectators collected their belongings and fled. Except for a handful who freshened up or spent time with their friends prior to heading home, unfortunately for you, Kim Woonhak happened to be one of those individuals, for whom you were growing feelings.

Once everyone had left, you finally had the chance to rid of the ludicrous costume that had caused you to sweat profusely. Though you noticed a few lingering figures in the vicinity, you chose not to approach them, assuming they were likely teachers, janitors, or guards. As you removed the mascot's head, a cool breeze struck your face. you were taken aback to find Kim fucking Woonhak standing there, his jaw dropping and eyes bulging in what appeared to be an utter shock - as though he had just witnessed the most unbelievable thing in his life.  "I... I never knew you were a girl, or uhm.. uhh... pretty!" Holy shit. This is extremely mortifying. You can't even begin to express the depths of humiliation you're feeling. The fact that it involves Kim Woonhak, the person you've had the most obvious crush on since sixth grade, makes it incredibly, excruciatingly, so intensely humiliating. Is it just you or does it seem like the fan isn't working? 

"Thank... you?" The words slipped out of your mouth, your voice wavering with uncertainty. As you fidgeted with the bottom half of the mascot, your hands betrayed your nervousness. The expression on your face told the whole story - a mix of embarrassment, anxiety, and the discomfort of being caught off guard. Sweat trickled down your forehead, emphasizing the redness that flushed your face, a combination of the stifling heat and the overwhelming humiliation of the moment. Woonhak's unexpected presence only intensified your unease, leaving you at a loss for words. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to catch you off guard. I-I was just checking if anyone was here since I was uh, gonna lock up the.. uhm... gym!" Woonhak stammered, his apology filled with genuine concern. He tried his best to shed the awkward tension that enveloped the air but fell short in his attempt.

"It's alright. No need to apologize," you reassured him, your voice trembling slightly. "I wasn't expecting anyone else to be here either. I assumed it was just teachers and guardians. Guess we both got caught off guard." You utter as you took hold of the lower half of the costume, a sudden chill in the air sent a shiver down your spine. The contrast between the hot and humid gym and the cooler surroundings intensified the discomfort, further adding to the already awkward situation.   

Woonhak nodded in agreement, his eyes still fixed on you with an intensity that made you feel self-conscious. You tried to disregard it, but the emotion only grew stronger. You wished you could just evaporate- or at least get out of this sweaty, reeking costume.

As you struggled to remove the rest of the bear suit, Woonhak stepped forward to help. You were grateful for the gesture, but it only caused you to feel more exposed and vulnerable. You tried to focus on the task at hand, but your hands were quivering so badly that you could barely get a hold of the zipper.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, you were unburdened by the costume. You took a deep breath of fresh air and felt the calm draft wash over your sweaty skin. You turned to thank Woonhak, but he was already walking away, his head down and his hands playing with the fabric of his jersey.

You felt a pang of disappointment, but you couldn't blame him for wanting to get away from the awkward situation. You gathered your things and headed out of the gym, feeling fatigued and embarrassed. you couldn't help but replay the uncomfortable encounter in your head, wondering if things would ever be the same between you and Woonhak.

As you make your way out of the gym, you notice Woonhak and his group of friends looking at you. Just as you try to avoid their gaze, he rides up to you on his bike, beckoning you to join him. "It'll be faster if you ride with me. Don't forget to take a warm shower, wouldn't want you to catch a cold. I want to see you tomorrow!" His words catch you off guard, and you can't help but feel a mix of confusion and excitement.

Up close, Woonhak looks even better than you remembered. His endearing smile and delicate demeanor make him seem like a big teddy bear. You hesitate for a moment, recalling the events that happened earlier, but ultimately agree to ride with him. "Uh, okay," you reply, your voice tinged with nervousness. Despite your uneasiness, you're grateful for the opportunity to spend more time with him.

As Woonhak makes his way down the road on his bike, he suddenly turns to you. "Hug me, so you don't fall." he says with a smile. You're surprised by his proposal, but you don't hesitate to envelop your arms around him. As you hold on to him tightly, you feel a sense of warmth and comfort wash over you. It's as if all of your nervousness vanished at that moment, and you can't help but feel grateful for his presence. Being in his arms feels like a dream come true, and you can't help but wonder if this is the start of something special.

As you ride on his bicycle, you can't help but feel a sense of security and contentment. The wind rushes through your hair, and the relaxed breeze washes over your skin. You feel alive and free, and for the first time in a long while, Woonhak's company is enough to make you feel safe.

As you reach your destination, you shift to thank Woonhak for the ride. But before you can say anything, he leans in and plants a soft kiss on your cheek. You feel your face flush with warmth, and your heart races with excitement. You can't believe that this is happening to you - it's like something out of romance fiction.

"Thanks for the ride," you murmur, your voice barely audible. Woonhak beams at you, and you feel a sense of belonging wash over you. Maybe this is the start of something special, something you've been yearning for all your life. As you make your way back home, you can't help but let out a squeal of excitement. You're grateful for the unexpected turn of events, and you can't wait to see what the future holds. But for now, you're content just being in the moment with the person who makes your heart skip a beat.

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𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐁*𝐓𝐂𝐇 ; 𝐆𝐔𝐍-𝐖𝐎𝐎 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒, 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐉𝐎𝐁𝐒, 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

summary: y/n tries to blend into the group, meanwhile it’s harder then she thought. on the other hand, memories are getting back to her.

wordcount: 3.328k

tw: swearing, y/n is a little bit bitchy (again but not that pick-me style), finally some action, flashbacks about parents (i won’t tell you what’s my purpose with this hahahahah), crime. some heartwarming fluff (i won’t spoiler, read it girlie)

author's note: it’s half 1am, edited this on phone. sorry for not writing, i had a job interview, yaaay!!

part 1 part 2 playlist!!

“so, what do you think about hyeon-ju and the plan?” woo-jin asked as they sat at the table.

“she seems cool. but a little bit antsy. i’m not familiar with personal questions at job interviews.”

“why, what were your interview questions?” woo-jin asked, as gun-woo handled the meat.

y/n snickered.

“my boss just looked at my cv, i had enough experience. i’m working at a bar, i’m a so-called little boss. nevertheless, my wage does not show this” y/n huffed a little, getting a message. looking at it, she chuckled. “oh, speak of the devil, it's him! asshole.” she murmured as she put away the phone.

“won’t you gonna answer it?” gun-woo asked. y/n shook her head.

“no, he probably bothered me with some easy-peasy tasks. i swear if i wouldn’t be there, he couldn't even sign or read a paper about procurements!”

“at a bar? what is the name?” woo-jin asked.

“pink panda. close to the station, but not too close for drunk people to get home.” y/n replied. gun-woo’s chest tightened a little bit; if woo-jin and y/n get to talk about this, he’s gonna feel… like an outsider.

“i know that place! me and my friends got to drink there a lot, but i never saw you.”

“probably you were just too drunk.”

at y/n’s words, the three laughed. “working in a bar is cool, even if we close at 10pm because of covid. a lot of people came and went from where i work because the management didn’t have the money to pay them. only mine and some co-workers’ salaries haven't been shortened; everybody else's has varied through time.”

“that’s shit… i used to teach gym classes to kindergartners at my friend’s school, a gym teacher of some sort. but since then it was shut, i’ve been a bit of a bind.”

“well, don’t worry about it,” said y/n, as she chewed on the meat that gun-woo served them. “that probably didn't suit you anyway.”

“you think so too?” gun-woo laughed. y/n smiled and nodded.

“you two can go and damn yourselves, kids fucking love me!” woo-jin protested. “but i suppose, with drunk people it’s a little bit more difficult.”

“don’t even begin, please,” y/n shrugged, “i can handle them. lot of people try to suffocate their depression and unsuccessfulness into alcohol, but only the bartenders see how broken they are. probably, you wouldn’t sober in a bar, especially at night, that’s why you don’t care about other people, but workers, like me can see everything. i have had to gain a lot of nerves ever since i started working at pink panda. with covid, happy parties and celebrations started to decrease, and more and more working, depressed men and women had come to us. i couldn’t think that i’d have a sore heart anytime when it comes to closing time. shit, some people’s state is seriously a cause of concern.”

“that’s really depressing. see, now you made a bad vibe! how can i happily eat this meat if you say these kinds of things? aish, y/n, i just wanted to ask if you can make some good drinks, and now we are here, like in some death row.” woo-jin tsked, y/n furrowed her eyebrows.

“oh, well, then sorry to tell you that! i can’t recommend these people to go to a psychiatrist anyway.” she murmured.

“why not?” gun-woo asked, and then y/n looked at him through the fog of the frying pan.

“because i have to work somewhere too, and i’m too dumb for a major in psychology.”

the three laughed.

“true, true. now then y/n, what kind of drinks can you make?” woo-jin asked, tucking some kim-chi in his mouth.

“anything you want. why, you want to get drunk?”

“no, i’m just saying that if our mission goes well, maybe you could practice with us. i like cocktails with whiskey, and tequila!” woo-jin suggested.

“whiskey? you seem like a vodka-type of guy.” y/n responded. gun-woo listened to the two, and somehow felt ashamed for not drinking as his best friend.

“and what do you think, what do gun-woo drinks?” woo-jin asked, nudging gun-woo with his shoulder. y/n tilted her head, like she was guessing. gun-woo hoped the blush didn’t creep up to his cheeks, like he felt the embarrassment filled his veins.

“i don’t know… maybe he doesn't drink? he doesn’t have sunken eyes like you.”

“sunken eyes? i do not have sunken eyes!” woo-jin huffed. “and what do you drink, y/n?”

“maybe it’s gonna surprise you, but i don’t drink that often. i have to say that i only drink on special occasions. but, a good gin or some fine cocktails are always a prize for my liver. seeing other people’s misery everyday, somehow takes away the mood from alcohol.”

gun-woo tried not to let the flashbacks kick in, as he thought about his dad. he imagined, what if y/n still serves his father in pink panda but she doesn’t know that it’s his father.

“if i could make a decent cocktail, i’d make drinks everyday. everytime! when i was in the marine, me and my comrades had to drink shit soju or whiskey, or rum with cola. it was terrible!” woo-jin shivered, probably from the memory of the taste of it.

“cola and rum could be cuba libre, but judging by the marine, i would say that yeah, it was really just some shitty alcohol-juice. talking about marine, gun-woo, are you an ex-marine too?”

woo-jin grinned, clinging to gun-woo. “believe it or not, but gun-woo was the best part of the marine! he was elite! scouts! cool, huh?”

y/n smiled, looking at gun-woo.

“didn’t know you were this cool.”

if gun-woo’s heart wasn't already beating fast in his chest, y/n’s words and the confident smile on her lips guaranteed to cause him an almost-tachycardia. how could she be so cool and so cute at the same time?

“i… i don’t like to boast about it. being a marine gave me such good things as patience, tolerance, and stamina. maybe that’s how i could begin boxing, without these things, i could have maybe given up.” gun-woo said shyly, y/n clinked her chopsticks with his.

“if you have nothing else, you can say these things with confidence, you know? my father was also a scout at the marine, and he wa… is the best man i’ve ever knew. look at me, i don’t even have any experience from the military, i’m only a girl who works in a shitty bar with shitty people.”

“but you can mix cool drinks! cocktails!” woo-jin protested, making y/n shrug her shoulders.

“and you can fight in many martial arts!” gun-woo added. “can is ask… something personal?”

y/n leaned back, furrowing her eyebrows in a funny way, but her expression was calm and absentminded.

“we aren’t at the interview now. and you two seem to peel every skin off of me. so, go on! ask me.”

gun-woo curled his fingers a little bit.

“why do you know this much about martial arts? i don’t want to insult you, but girls your age… aren’t so interested in these. did something happen… or…” he didn’t know how to continue it. y/n nodded, pushing away the plate from herself a little bit, like if she needed some place.

“it’s a family tradition. before yeongsan, we also lived in the outskirts of seoul. some places are really dangerous, we lived in a building estate, but crime like rape and theft was common everyday. my father knew that if i don’t learn how to look out for myself, i can be a victim easily. in the beginning, i hated training and boxing, and that my father beat me up with the sons of his friends. i hated running in the morning, i hated doing push-ups and practicing the movements… but after that, when i was like eight or nine, i don’t remember, my mother got harassed when was coming home at night. seeing her sad, crying and sitting with her at the police station… broke something in me. “y/n snuggled in her seat, looking down at the plate. “i hated the place we were living at, i hated every person on the street, i saw everyone of them as the attacker of my mother. i used that hate to gain my strength, everyday. i ran everyday to get away from the men who wanted to harass me, i fought the guys in my father’s gym to beat the guys who picked on me at school. and i… i made a promise every day.”

“promise of what?” woo-jin’s voice was like an axe that broke the ice. y/n looked up at him.

“that nobody can beat me. that i’ll fight, cut or run out from every dangerous situation. and everybody that hurts my family or my loved ones, that means that they hurt me.” y/n answered.

“you are so brave”, gun-woo said, from instinct. it didn't matter if the girl’s mother, sister, friend or whoever got hurt… it mattered that they had the same cause to get strong. to protect. and those people who train and fight for other people’s protection, that meant that they never used it for bad.

“what? i’m not!” the girl shook her head. “i’m just strong. it’s really bad to say, but if mother doesn’t get harassed… maybe i never learn that there’s actual danger in the world. or i learn, but too late, when i can't do anything about it.” y/n protested.

“you are cool, y/n. i mean, you dont look like you could beat a guy. or, in other meaning, any guy.” woo-jin added, getting her huffing.

“just because i don’t have big muscles like you, that doesn’t mean i can’t beat others! okay, people who are built like mountains are the exception, but i still can run.”

gun-woo thought about in-beom, and how the man beat him, even if gun-woo was really strong. he imagined that what if y/n was in front of in-beom… only thinking about made his stomach churn. he’ll never let y/n meet in-beom, and never will let him hurt her.

“did you run from situations?”

“sure. i don’t fight if it’s already hopeless. but it was only two or three times, when i was little. it’s also important to measure your chances and possibilities if you don’t want to die.”

“wise words. but now, let’s eat!” woo-jin ended the conversation by getting a bite from the meat.

after lunch, the three were getting back to the bookstore. gun-woo walked beside y/n.

“you were right, when you said that thing about chances, and possibilities. maybe… i should have run too, or gotten myself and my mother safe.”

“i think if you ran from smile capital, they could have found you again, and again. i don’t know if you did the right thing, but let’s say that you didn't have any other choice. and if someone's life is at stake, then… you feel that you gotta give in everything, if their life matters to you.” y/n replied.

“did you… find your mother’s aggressors?” gun-woo asked. y/n looked at him, nodding.

“yeah. i… i wanted to kill them. my own desire to kill scared me too, i was only twelve! but in the end, i thought i couldn't bear the weight of killing three people. i rather beat them up, and called the police that they tried to assault me. i told the policemen that it was self-defense, when it came to their wounds. i guess they’re still in prison, but i’m not sure if i could recognize them again.”

“did you hurt other people too? for vengeance?” gun-woo asked, the girl shook her head.

“not that hard. just frightened away some boys who disturbed me in school. after school, i never wanted to go to university. i don't have instagram or any social platform, i don’t want other people to see my face on the internet. even that’s a miracle that you found me.”

“you father is sir choi’s friend. i think that sir choi thought about you. did something happen to your father?” at gun-woo’s question, y/n shook her head, stopped walking.

“can you… just please, don’t fuss about my father? i know that you don’t ask me because you want to tease me, but…” y/n stepped closer to gun-woo, looking into his eyes. gun-woo didn't see tears, but something much more frightening: sadness, the type of sadness that washes over any other feeling. suffering from memories, from something that you can’t change. her lips tightened, like she tried to keep something inside, eyebrows furrowing, but in the painful way. “...it’s more horrible than you can imagine. everytime i want to talk about it, it’s… like i see everything in front of myself again.”

gun-woo nodded, his expression hardened.

“did the president of smile capital do that?”

for a couple of seconds, y/n’s face was still. she wasn’t even blinking, but then, a nod, soft as a breath came from her. gun-woo patted her shoulder, looked into y/n’s eyes again. they were shining from something he couldn't name. she focused on every word that came out from his mouth.

“we’ll catch yang jae-myeong tonight. you don’t have to worry about those memories anymore.”

[ 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏 ]

the sky was dark as hyeon-ju’s car rode through the empty streets of seoul. they followed the car that supposedly drove yang jae-myeong and his gang to steal IDs in the dark of the night. y/n tried to follow the car with her eyes, but hyeon-ju then threw a cap to her to cover her hair, the mask was already covering the lower side of her face. woo-jin and gun-woo sat in the back, y/n on the passenger's seat beside hyeon-ju.

“so you know the plan, right?” hyeon-ju asked, as y/n tried to tuck all her hair under the cap. it was impossible, she had longer hair and the cap would slide off with every slight movement.

“do i really need to wear this shit?” she whimpered as she looked constantly in the little picture of the rear-view mirror. hyeon-ju didn’t even look at her as she kept driving.

“you have unusual hair, y/n. what do you think, would it be ten or fifteen minutes to find you on the streets? smile capital has people everywhere!”

“okay, chill. geez…” the other girl murmured, in the little mirror, she saw gun-woo’s eyes. y/n made an ‘is hyeon-ju seriously this crazy and antsy?’-look. gun-woo snickered, his eyes crinkled and y/n knew he wanted to laugh.

hyeon-ju suddenly stopped; woo-jin almost knocked his head into the seat in front of him.

“ow! are we here?” he asked, hyeon-ju turned back.

“get out. and don’t fuck up the plan, remember?”

“yes!” the three answered in a choir, climbing out from the car. y/n pulled her jacket over her body tighter, in the middle of the night, it was colder than a couple hours earlier. but it was january, so she didn’t complain. in the outskirts of the city where she lived before she had to move on, winters were more cruel. her mother always filled the heating pad she used for menstrual cramps, took it under the blankets so y/n didn’t freeze at night –but several times, when her father didn’t come home, only at sunrise, she slept with her mother. although the cold was almost breaking her bones, she found a calmness that she couldn’t find anywhere else. not in the warmest room, not when she was sitting in her bathtub on her own rent.

“there he is” woo-jin muttered, shaking y/n out of her memories. it’s no time for reverie, it’s time for action. they sneaked down on the stairs where the gang was going down, as quiet as they could. gun-woo looked at y/n, nodding reassuringly. y/n nodded back, trying to hear what they said, but they were too far to get to know anything.

“we need to go closer” y/n whispered to gun-woo, who nodded.

“i know.” he answered. “maybe we…” but then, woo-jin ran forward, hiding behind another pillar under the arcades. gun-woo tried to sing to him, but the other was singing constantly, “stop singing to me! we’re gonna get caught!”. woo-jin accidentally knocked down a box. the thud was so silent, and yet so loud. y/n didn't have to see that yang jae-myeong and his gang suspected something.

“oi, is there someone?” the air froze. y/n’s heartbeat began to overcome her breath, she looked at gun-woo. they communicated with their eyes.

we're gonna get caught. we fucked up!

don’t worry.

they heard footsteps. y/n closed her eyes, the leap seconds seemed to be hours, and the footsteps were like ticking bombs. she tried to disappear just thinking about it, but opened her eyes when she felt something… something with her hand. it was warm, and had a little grip on it, but so gentle that only the warmness was constant. y/n slowly looked down.

gun-woo held her hand in his. y/n barely held hands with anyone she knew, but with him, it was so natural. like he always used to touch her. she didn’t try to shake it down, maybe it was from the adrenaline, but more because of the comfort. it somehow calmed her down, but only for a second, when she heard footsteps again. she didn’t knew how far the bad guys were, and it confused and frightened her. he didn’t see yang jae-myeong ever, was he a mountain? or the best fighter in the town? he surely had a knife, she could handle it, but his gang… were they not enough for them? all these questions got the worst out from her. that’s it, we’re fucked.

no, we’re not.

gun-woo slowly lifted up his other arm, putting his pointing finger in front of his mouth, be quiet. y/n nodded, but when the footsteps were like the closest, she waited for that yang jae-myeong guy to pop up beside gun-woo’s head. now she was the one who held a tight grip on gun-woo’s hand. she didn’t dare to close her eyes. she could almost hear gun-woo’s breath and heartbeat.

“come on man, there’s nobody! you’re just drunk, fucker.” another guy said. y/n tried not to breathe out so loudly. the footsteps faded, y/n tried to count it. by ten footsteps, maybe they were distant enough and had turned down in the arcades. woo.jin looked at them, y/n bend over gun-woo, giving him a ‘i’ll blind you with your own fingers’-look. gun-woo, slower than a sloth, began to peek out. he turned back as fast as lightning, giving y/n a little heart attack again. he nodded. it’s clear.

y/n nodded back. then, go!

sneaking on the only possible way down, they heard as yang jae-myeong began to bewitch his next victim. he got the homeless man, got his ID. y/n’s anger boiled, but he couldn’t do anything. they sacrificed the smaller bad on the altair of the bigger good. it reminded her of when her mother played ‘what do you see? i see a…’ game with her, to get her away from thieves and homeless people.

yang jae-myeong wasn’t that lucky with the second one. as much as y/n could hear, he stole the ID from him. idiot, how could he not remember? he only had one job! y/n rolled her eyes, but when gun-woo shook her shoulder, she looked there. they were beating the guy.

“what the fuck?” she whispered to woo-jin, who catched gun-woo’s arms.

“gun-woo, you can’t be involved!” he tried to stop him. with every thumping and clanking sound, bones and body parts were clashing to the ground, gun-woo looked at y/n. please, stand by my side. please reassure me that it’s okay to fuck up a plan and saving a man from dying. please, let me do the right thing.

y/n huffed.

“we don’t have time to negotiate on this. i don’t give a crap about this plan if we let an innocent person die.” she said, didn’t even finish the sentence and gun-woo began to attack. he easily knocked down the two of them, leaving only yang jae-myeong standing.

“who the fuck are you?” the guy yelled, y/n looked at him. he didn’t even look like a criminal; he seemed like a normal guy. or an asshole. okay, more like an asshole. gun-woo hesitated, this was yang jae-meong’s moment to attack as he flipped out his butterfly knife. the moment of shine didn’t come though; as y/n saw the sharp object directed at her friend, she kicked out from his hand. “and who the fuck are you?”

y/n didn’t say anything, only standing undo a fight position; she didn’t even know if it was krav maga, systema or muay thai —it was her instinct.

seeing the overpower, yang jae-myeong decided to run away without his gang. loser; they’re just doing this together for money. y/n was proud of herself; how fast did she make deductions! surely it was the adrenaline.

as the bad guys ran away, gun-woo crouched down to the man, touching its head —it was swimming in blood. if he wasn’t dead already… he could be just in ten minutes.

“call the ambulance” y/n said. woo-jin was freaking out at the time.

“hyeon-ju is going to kill us” he said, with his phone in his hand. the girl stepped in front of him.

“no, she won’t. call her, tell this, otherwise she’s gonna find it out and she or we all gonna get in trouble later.”

“but—“

“no buts! it’s our only choice.” y/n didn’t know why, but she added a “if she’s yelling really loud, give it to me.”

“why? you are freaked out too! you wanted to kill me!”

“you knocked down a damn box, geez! just call her! tell her what we did. and try to calm her.”

“thanks for the impossible task” he murmured, as he searched for the girl’s contact.

tooking off her cap and mask, y/n felt a little bit relieved as she could breath fresh air after the stale one under her mask. crouching down to look at the men, checking his pulse, she looked at the neon signs. her chest felt sore, and this whole situation was so screwed.

looking at gun-woo as he talked to the ambulance on the phone, for a couple of moments she just stared in front of her.

according to the minutes when yang jae-my ring was just assuming that someone was following them…

…now they were truly fucked.

𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃.

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Rehab

Paring:toxic!Eren x black!reader

Warnings: toxic relationships, miscarriages, usage of the n-word like once ,mmm that’s about it

An// this is a reupload! 🫡 I have to find links for the collab again 😭

Glass littered over the ground along with lamps and furniture like a robber ran amuck through the tiny apartment. Only the culprit still there cradling her belly while in the fetal position. Eyes sore and swollen nearly shut from tears.

Soft but powerful knocks litter on the door even though it was left wide open, "y/n? Sweetheart, are u okay? I heard some yelling and loud noises earlier and just wanted to check on ya' baby." the feeble voice of the granny living next door calls out. You could hear her carefully walk through the dirtied room and let out a worried gasp upon seeing your figure, "dear god child. Get up,get up! That's dangerous to be lying on the ground when it's like this. You Could cut yourself." putting a hand on your back and slowly making you sit up right before you let out a voice of crying pain and falling again onto the ground.

The older woman looks in worried at your hunched form before feeling a substance on her hand," y/n hats wrong,honey? Do you have something on you?" she shuffles over to the light switch flipping it on seeing red on her hand making her jump back as it painted her skin before letting put a shrill scream as you're bloodied. Not wasting a second she helps you up making you put most of your weight onto her.

"I got you,hon. I'm old but I be hitting the gym 5 times a week so relax." she walks you all the way down to the car. Assisting you in the passenger side and buckling before rushing to start the car, " do you need me to call your boyfriend? Uh what's his name? Ethan? Evan?" she snaps her fingers," even, right?" 

You shake your head with the little focus you had left and your raspy voice speaks the first words spoken from you," no." she huffs and gives a quick nod of understanding before pulling out of the lot. The drive is silent only the radio tuning in and out of songs. Your ears catch the smooth voice of Rihanna start to play. Putting your head to glass and let her words speak to you allowing memories to flow through of the events that have and still are occurring.

"When we first met, I never felt something so strong."

Carry all those books in a crowded area.you were just asking to be knocked down by the ongoing human traffic. Arm's aching from the weight of 3 textbooks and your mind loading up with foul language towards the teachers and at your back for being so tiny.

Sucking your teeth in annoyance and the wall of people in your away completely ignoring your loud ,"excuse me"s. Arms almost giving up you made the decision to push your way through the crowd only to get pushed forward. Books getting scattered on the floor and as you cling to the back of a ransom's shirt as to not meet he same fate. 

"Hey ,man. The fuck you think you're doing?" The man's voice was full of hostility and you can't blame him as you would be too had the situations been reverse.

Letting go of the stranger's clothes you quickly try to find some excuse, "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to do that. But it was my only life saver to not fall flat on my face." 

You hear the stranger let out a small 'tch' before turning around and ready to give you a piece of his mind but words fell short when his jade eyes met yours. Time seemed to have slowed around the two of you as you didn't say a word. Being the first to shake out of the trance you begin to collect the pricey books off the floor.

"Again I'm so sorry. I'm really not trying to be rude but people just wouldn't move and I somehow ended up getting pushed."

"Hey, it's all good! No need to worry. I know how crowded in here it can get," he picks up the last one of your books off the ground

"Eren! Hurry your ass up or you're getting left!" You see the man ,who you guess was the 'eren' in question , frown at the group of people calling out to him ," they can't wait 5 fucking minutes? God damn. He rolls his eyes before turning back to you," but uh I'm eren.sorry for me being brash back there."

You let out a small bit of laughter before accepting the book from his grasp, " I'm y/n, a junior."

"Same here. What's your maj-"

"Yeager! We don't have time for you to try and get your dick wet! Hurry the fuck up."

Your Brow raised at the man of the hour and his face turns red, "I swear I would never- No i mean..I would with you just not right now?" he coughs regaining his cool," what I mean is would you like to go hang out sometime? Coffee or at the movies?"

"Nice save, Casanova." You chuckle, "I would love to. Maybe one weekend since I'm going to be swamped out the ass with assignments during the week."

"How about this weekend? Coffee on me at Paradis around noon?"

"mmm i would have to check my schedule but let me get back to you." you take the book from his hold, " but I can tell you're friends are about to leave you." You let out a small cackle at him whiping his head around at his friends who are starting to leave the hall.

"Fuck," he turns to you, " see you around?" Given a quick reassurance to him before he rushes off pushing people out the way to get to his group.

"Cute." Smiling to yourself while walking the other direction not really expecting anything other than a few HIs and hellos in the hallways

"You were like my lover and my best friend. All wrapped up into one with a ribbon it"

Even though no numbers or contact information, eren made a way to find you again like he had said. It took about two weeks to get to the coffee he promised and it went off without a hitch. Almost getting kicked out because he made you laugh your iced coffee out your nose. It was one outing you thought would only happen once since Eren was a well known player but date that led to two and then to three and so forth until he asked you to be official on your sixth date.

He made your heart flutter when he took your hands in his and stared at you with those jade eyes of his.

"You're the only one for me,y/n. My true love." He said it with such sincerity leading you in and sealing your fate with his sweeten words.

"And all of a sudden,you went and left. I didn't know how to follow."

The fairytale relationship you were living in slowly became your nightmare with his jealousy and overthinking.

"I don't see why you even need to go help him study. All he's trying to do is get in your pants." Eren is laying upside down on your bed while watching you put on your last earring and putting your box braids into two pigtails, " and why are you even getting dressed up? You're trying to look good for him now?"

You suck your teeth at him before turning around, "eren,I'm getting tired of you accusing me of shit. You're starting to push my buttons. This is like the fifth time you tried to hint at something going on and I'm fucking tired," putting on the finishing touching you cap your lipgloss back, "with all these accusations maybe you're the one cheating on me."

You could see him get up and sit on your bed the air turning serious and tense, "and what's that supposed to mean? You think I'm cheating?"

You fold your arms and silence falls upon the both of you almost like two cowboys getting ready for showdown, "so what if I am,huh? You can accuse me but the moment I do it to you I'm the problem?" His phone vibrates and you both glance at it. You squint your eyes on the contact name making out of " frani", a girl that eren told you that he had cut off after you two started dating.

"It's not what you think, y/n-"

"So you are cheating on me. With the same bitch you told me who used to be your sex friend. What happened to you cut her off? 'I'll never need another woman, you're my one and only?' You're such a fucking hypocrite." Mocking his voice  watching him get angry at reciting his heartfelt words with such spite.

"Oh,I'm a hypocrite? You're the one getting all dressed up like a whore to go meet some guy who wants to get in your pants. I told you I cut her off and I did so don't come at me sideways."

"I could say the same to you! So you can talk to me like this but I can't when it comes to when you can't keep your dick in your pants?"

now I'm eachother faces and the argument getting heated.

"You know what? Fuck this. I don't gotta deal with this bullshit, he grabs his jacket from the floor where he had dropped it storming his way to the front, " you go enjoy your study session and I'll go have one of my own." He slammed your front door leaving you with tears of frustration as you push your face deep into a pillow and scream. The only thing bringing you out of it was the rumbling of the floor making you discover he dropped his phone and seeing the same name four times in a row made you curious on how much she had to say to him. You had known the passcode to his phone since you both had exchanged it two months back and after reading through the messages you wish you guys hadn't. Screenshotting and sending them to you for evidence.

Frani😈❤️

x/x/x

Bby~ are you really going to

leave me alone?

Eren

Leave me alone. I told you were done

I'm seeing y/n

Frani 😈❤️

That slut? I'm bet I'm so much better

I know how to please you bby

So why don't you come over

and have fun🥺

Eren

Hope u know my phone is going on silence cause a dumb bitch keeps txting me while I'm with my bby🤭

😍 go hump a couch cushion.😚

x/x/x

Frani😈❤️

This your girl?

*photo attachment*

It was a photo of you waiting outside the college gates.

Eren

And? She told me she was going to study .

🤨 you a stalker now?

Frani😈❤️

It doesn't look like studying to me

More like a date tbh 😗But that's just me 😋

*photo attachment*

Eren

Is that a dude?

Frani😈❤️

Mhmm😗

And I heard some pretty interesting things about these two😋

Eren

Like what?

Frani😈❤️

Nu uh you have to come here!

You know the address handsome 😘

Eren

...See you in 5

X/x/x

Frani😈❤️

I knew you missed me bby

We should do it again 🤭

Eren

I'm pretty sure y/n is having another study on Thursday

Same time?

Frani😈❤️

Ofc bby I'll wear the pretty panties u like

The picture shows you and a boy from your lab class walking to the Starbucks near campus. He was your partner since the beginning of the year so you both had made plans to go study together for the test the next week. You had texted eren earlier that you were going out and wouldn't meet him til late but he had cancel last minute.

You don't know when it started but tears dropped down to the screen making the light blurry before you had to close it. You wiped your eyes as anger takes over only seeing red.

Gathering all his stuff before throwing it out your apartment door.

"it's like a shock spun me around and my heart left. I feel so empty and hollow."

He banged on the door when he came back telling you to open it. You ignored him putting in your AirPods to drown him out before he begins spam text you.

Dirty ass dick bag 8=D

Baby... Are you really not opening the door?

All over a stupid argument ?

Don't I mean more to you?

You

Stop fuking texting me b4 I block u

Its eren I will push you off that ledge right now

So out of respect give me my space and go back to your whore.

Dirty ass dick bag 8=D

What whore?

You

*4 photo attachment*

U forgot already? Or did the find out a new std that gives u memory loss?

It's been 20 minutes since u sent those the text bubbles come and go.You hear a loud fuck outside the door before your phone started to ring. It went to voicemail at least 3 times before  you finally picked it up.

"Are you really not going to open the door?" His voice sounded defeated.

"Why'd you do it eren? Do you know how much I want to wring your neck right now?" Your confidence wavering at the sound of his voice, "was I not enough,huh? SAY SOMETHING!" You yell over the mic.

"You are enough,y/n. You're all I need, I promise baby." He reassured you making you more pissed off .

"Then what you can trust some whore over me? You don't trust me enough when I say I'm not cheating? Have I done it before? Flirted,kiss, or even lead someone on?"

"No,princess.it's not you I don't trust. It's the guys I don't trust. You're so pretty and nice willing to help anyone you can and I'm a shitty douchebag who only ruins the one good thing happening to him. I shouldn't have believed he words. I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry." You could hear him get quiet over the phone. He didn't know you where stalking closer to the door and could hear him crying.

You open the door and threw your arms around him, " don't cry,eren.I forgive you,baby." He drops his head on your shoulder giving it small kisses.

"I promise I won't ever hurt you again ok baby? " his words comforted you and you believed them to be true.

"You don't even recognize the ways you hurt me,do you? It's gonna take a miracle bring me back."

You dated on and off for two years. It was like you were stuck in a loop while you were dating until the day he got on one knee and asked you to be his wife. Even though you were basking in your love for another your instincts were telling you your honeymoon phase would end soon because that's just how the cycle went. You were coming home from your job at the hospital. You had moved with eren a year back to a bigger apartment that could accommodate to the two of you. It was in a pretty nice neighborhood and neighbors not to nosy and more so on the friendly side.

"Hi, (y/n). I thought you had the day off today?" It was mrs.Johnson an old lady who lived beside you who gave you food from time to time. She gossips to you about all the latest news between the residents as she knows everything because she owns the buildings and you're grateful for the closeness in case you're short on rent one month.

"No ma'am I've been at work since 6 am this morning. I just want to go shower and heat up that food you brought yesterday." you fished for your keys before putting in the door knob.

"oh I thought heard you and eren earlier. Hah to be young and in love. Maybe I should get back into the dating scene." She gushes put seats at the idea making you leave.

Over the chuckles you look at her confused, "Mrs.Johnson...what do you mean you heard me and him earlier?"

"And you're the one to blame and now I feel like"

Kicking your off the shoes at the front door and slowly shutting the front door. Eyes scanning through the poorly dim living room catching clothes and shoes that belong to eren and some heels and a dress that surely wasn't yours. It said everything you needed to know as you stalk to your bedroom after hearing some laughter making sure your footsteps were light like you were on air.

The bedroom door was already wide open so you could gaze upon eren in his nakedness and girl you didn't even know the name of in your bed while pressing her breast against wren's chest.

"You cheating nigga." You're body got hot as the girl screamed and covered herself in the covers you and eren had picked out when you went looking for furniture.

"Who the fuck are you?" The girl had the audacity to ask like you were the one who interrupted and barged into their home.

"No, who the fuck are you? Last time I checked your name isn't on the fucking lease mine is? You nasty slut."

"Y/n, come on it isn't-" you interrupted eren not cutting eye contact with the girl putting your pointer finger to silence him

"You don't even fucking talk to me you cheating fucking liar," you look at him and start swinging your purse,"So all those times you cheated on me before weren't enough, huh?Why even ask me to marry you, you fucking dick!" You don't stop hitting him while the some of the content of your purse slosh out the sides, "I.hate.you. So. Fucking much. I hate you. I hate you. I loathe you." You don't stop until his chest is red.

Letting him be the object to take all your pain and anger on before you got pushed to side by the mystery woman of the hour.

"You can't just go around hitting him." she's covering her nude body with the sheets.

"Historia, what the fuck. Don't push her, are you fucking crazy?" Eren helps you up holding you back before you could bounce her and get your lick back, "just leave , fuck."

"Are you serious,eren? I thought we were having something special?"historia said baffled before you throw a pillow at her pushing her back.

"Dead serious now leave my fucking house,bitch." You told her before he even could.

Watching her stomp and grab her clothing aggressively off the ground before storming out and slamming the door as hard as she could.

It indicated that it was time to turn back to the person who was the main culprit pushing him away from you, " don't fucking touch me, eren! I want your ass out . Get your shit and leave!"

"Y/n, hold on to that, your foot is looking swollen and we should take you to the hospital to check that out, baby." He tries to hold you again but you move out the way of it.

"Don't call me baby, don't fucking touch me," you get up and try to stand on two feet but a shock of pain shoots up your left leg making you crumble in a small howl, "god dammit," you started crying not sure from the pain or the situation maybe even possibly both.

Eren finally comes over and starts to cradle you in his arms giving you reassuring hushes, " I told you, y/n. It looks like it could be broken but I'm not sure." He picks you up and holds onto you the best he could not letting you out pressure on it.

"I hate you eren. I hate you so much." You repeatedly say to him crying.

"I know baby just stay with me."

"Oh you're the reason why I'm thinkin', I don't wanna smoke on these cigarettes no more."

You're laying in bed with a cast on your leg for the next month and half because you landed wrong on your foot when you were pushed. As if you needed anymore reminders of Eren's infidelity. It mocks you everytime you look at it as you rage inside. There's a knock on your bedroom door.

"Baby, I brought you some food." It was eren. He insisted that he stay and take care of you because it was his fault. The doctor suggested you not be alone during this period so you could stay off of it. You agreed nonetheless the only condition that you stated was that he sleep on the couch and your door remain shut.

"Don't call me that eren." You turn the channel to something more interesting, "you can just leave the food on the bed. I'll eat it later." Not giving him a glance. Waiting to hear the door shut.

"Come on y/n it's been 4 weeks. When are you going to talk to me." He stands in front of the tv and you scoff.

"Maybe when you can turn back time and not sticking your dick in some rando and me having to walk in on it or better yet when you erase my memories of all the times you betrayed my trust and I went against all my instincts to give my heart to you again. But wait we can't do that now can we?," pointing to the cast on your foot in a dramatic way, " but here I am stuck with this fucking cast on my foot reminding me of the day over and over again of your fucking mistress pushing me after catching you to fucking in OUR bed. So when you can do all that, super man. I'll talk, k?" You huff out a breathe before turning your show louder to not hear him talk.

"Y/-"

"LA LA LA, I CANT HEAR YOU."

"Can you please stop being so chil-"

You turn it to the highest volume to drown him out before he grunts in anger and unplugs the tv.

"Hey! I was watching that. It's the only thing out of the two of you that won't cheat one me."

"Y/n! Just listen, please. I'm begging." He sits on the corner of the bed where his side used to be before putting his face in his hands sighing. You want to say more but you decide against it.

"I'm sorry, babe. I'm so sorry. She was a drunken mistake at first back when you first started working late at the hospital and we weren't really talking...I let it get out of hand." He said not facing you anymore feeling you stare his back down as you calculated it.

"So three fucking months after we got married? You couldn't stand being tied down for that long in the some cooch so you had to go find someone else? Why eren? Why? Am I boring? Am I ugly? Why am I not enough for you!? You asked me to marry you. I didn't force you. Not in this relationship. Not to be with me. Never. So what's fucking wrong with me that you seek the warmth of other woman." You pound on him with a pillow you could grab

"I don't know. I honestly don't. I-...I just get scared that what we have is to good. I want to mess it up to give you an excuse to leave me before you just leave out of nowhere." He drawls out a longer sigh than the first before he starts to wipe his face with his shirt.

"I wouldn't just up and leave you, eren. I love you with so much of my being and that's why every time I take you back and you do this shit again. I'm the big dummy! Not you everytime."

"I know, I know and I'm sorry I won't do this again, I promise baby. Just give me one last chance." He faces you with redden eyes from rubbing them with the rough fabric of his shirt.

"..,"you inhale some air and breathe out taking a few minutes to gather your words and clear your consciousness ,"I'm going to regret his Give me sometime eren, deal?"

"Ok baby." He gives you a singular kiss on the forehead before plugging back in your tv.

"Damn,ain't crazy when you're love swept? You'd do anything for the one you love."

It's been 3 weeks since the cast came off and to lsay eren was less than perfect was an understatement. Even after you were able to walk around he didn't let you lift a finger taking over all the chores and cooking.

You had just came home while seeing him whisper on the phone once he heard the door but you could see the vein on his forward throb.

You sneak up behind him and snake your arms around his waist while giving him a small kiss on his back, "hey babe."

"Don't call her again, I said you got the wrong number." He hung up the house phone before turning around to give you a kiss, "how was work?"

"It was pretty good just boring stuff today! Nothing to dish." You bend over the counter letting the new chain he got you in his name for your anniversary while he opens up take-out food containers," who was that on the phone anyway,E?"

"Nobody important. Just a telemarketer trying to sell us a new condo." He holds up one of the food," you want some of this?" He ask before putting it on your plate and you shake your head in disgust making him laugh.

"I'm glad we could work this out eren, I love you." You cuddle him on the couch as he swallows his bite of food before putting his arm around your shoulders, "I love you too."

"Cause anytime that you needed me I'd be there It's like you were my favorite drug,The only problem is that you was using me.In a different way than I was using you,but now that I know it's not meant to be I gotta go, I gotta wean myself off of you"

It was late at night while you couldn't go to sleep feeling sick for the past three weeks and when you heard the phone ringing off the hook .after the first time you got any sleep you were seething after the seventh time of it ringing, you got out the bed and snatch the phone up whispering harshly into it, "hello, who is this?" You were accompanied by nothing but static making you irritated before repeating yourself again.

"Eren...I-I'm two months pregnant,please.I cant do this without you, baby." It was Historia crying over the phone and talking but you couldn't hear any of it drooping the phone after the words pregnant left her mouth.

You stalked your way to the bedroom and woke eren up.

"Y/n? What's up baby?" He said groggily rubbing the sleep and his brown hair away His eyes.

"You lied to me again... you knew that she was pregnant! She was on the phone that day." You rip the covers from his body, " get out ,eren."

He perks up with swiftness, " let's talk about this."

"No.get the fuck out, we're done. GO meet your baby mama." You walk away forcing your anger on the objects around you. Throwing a lamp at the wall and screaming out with rage. Stripping the new sheets and covers from

The bed throwing them at him so push him towards the door, " get out now! You push him out the bedroom door by throwing things, " you lie and lie and lie. And I believe you every fucking time. I should have listened to my mother. Get the fuck out of my apartment, leave!"

Throwing the couch cushions at him to push him near the door ignoring his protests.

"This is why I didn't tell you. You would go fucking crazy like this , y/n! You never wanna talk to me about anything. It's always my fault." 

"Because it fucking is eren! I'm at fault for taking your stupid ass fake tears as something meaningful like you meant your words."

"SEE, I knew you wouldn't drop the old shit. I knew you still held that shut against me. Have I not proved enough by taking care of you all this time and not going out. Not hanging with my friends just being there for you?"

"DO YOU  NOT HEAR YOURSELF! you sound like a total jack ass right now. I never asked you to stop hanging out with your friends. When we got married we promised to take care of each other so you doing these petty ass chores and cooking for a month after I did it for you more than you did it for me! "

"God fucking dammit," he pounds his fist against the wall, " I'm done. I'll be back later." He slams the door open not bothering to shut it .

"NO, WE'RE DONE EREN. D-O-N-E." You yell from your spot. Gripping at your hair like your going crazy and screaming,yelling, and crying at different points in between tearing pictures off the wall and smashing them on the floor.flipping over chairs before falling on your knees crying hysterically into the ground.

There's a sharp pain in your stomach when you go down making your rub your stomach to try and soothe it thinking you got a tiny scrap or something and not caring to check at the moment to swamped in your thoughts. Soon blacking out from blood lost.

“Next time you wanna go on and leave,I should just let you go on and do it 'Cause now I'm using like I bleed”

You wake up with Mrs. Johnson rubbing your hand , " are you up now, honey?" Giving you a reassuring smile, "I'll go get the doctor." She pats your hand again twice.

It doesn't take long before they come into the room with your chart. Checking your eyes and mouth while asking questions of do you know where you are and how'd you get there.

"Well mrs. Y/n, I have some good news and I have some bad news." He checks the chart one last time and his smiling turning down for a smidge second, "congratulations are in order on your pregnancy," you stare at him like he was alien, " I take you didn't know?"

"I mean I just thought it was a stomach bug from some bad take out." You said rubbing your belly.

"You seem to be about 4 weeks,however" he pauses and Mrs.Johnson's grips your hand, " you had miscarriage, mrs.Johnson old us when she found you you were passed out so it was probably for a while. Although we tried to saved all 3 only 2 were we able to detect a heartbeat." You looked over at mrs.Johnson as your mouth went dry .

"I'm sorry for your loss ma'am.

"It's like I checked into rehab And baby, you're my disease"

"Baby? Y/n?" You could hear his voice but you don't respond to his call . Crying in silence not wanting him near you.

"There you are! I've been calling your name up and down the hospital. Did you not hear?" He was carrying a bouquet of your favorite flowers."

"I lost one of my babies eren." You're trying not to breakdown while your voice sounds but your voice sounds so defeated.

"What are you talking about? You were never pregnant...right?"

"I gotta check into rehab'Cause baby you're my disease"

You two are cuddling in your hospital bed. Your head is on his chest and your rubbing circles on your belly feeling butterflies flutter.

"I'm going to change baby. I promise. No more secrets." He says grip tightly on shoulder.

"Eren"

"Yeah?"

"I want a divorce."

#aot x you #aot x y/n #aot x black reader #aot x female reader #toxic eren #eren jeager x reader #eren x reader #eren x y/n #eren yaegar #eren x you #eren x black reader #eren x black y/n #Spotify

[spooky-bunnys]

If it's alright can I request a chaotic situation

So the reader is questioning why peh yah hasn't been to any of his classes and he goes to search around the school to look for him and when he does find peh he sees that silly peh has his hand stuck in the vending machine and pah chin is trying to help free peh from the dreaded snack vending machine and when the reader ask why his hand is stuck in the vending machine peh replies with "I payed for my rolos I'm gettin my rolos"

Okay so I apologize for how short this is. I had absolutely no idea of what to write. But I did my absolute best. Enjoy!

Peh-yan x Male Reader

Damn Rolos

It was almost the end of the last period and (Name) was worried. He hadn't seen Peh-yan since before lunch when he asked (Name) to join him and Pah for lunch. That was hours ago. (Name) hadn't seen him since. He wasn't even in class! When the final bell rang (Name) grabbed his, Peh-yan, and Pah's bags and ran out of the classrooms.

He looked in the club rooms. They weren't there. He checked the classrooms. Not there either. Gym? Nope. Library? Scratch that they wouldn't go there. But (Name) still looked and they weren't there. He even asked the teachers and they hadn't seen them. (Name) was almost in tears now.

He couldn't find them! He could feel his anxiety rising. Where they even on campus?! He was running by the field when he heardba familiar voice. "Got them yet?" "No! Dammit!" (Name) froze He knew those voices! He rushed towards the voices and saw a (in his opinion) hilarious scene.

Peh-yan had his whole arm stuck in a snack vending machine an Pah was trying to shake it. (Name) slowly brought of his phone and took a picture. Blackmail material. He'll save that for later but right now..."There you guys are!" Both boys turned to the voice and saw an angry/worried (Name).

"Ah! (Name) good your here help me shake the vending machine!" Pah yelled trying to shake the machine once more. (Name) looked confused. "Wait whats going on?" "Peh got his arm stuck trying to get his rolos." (Name) looked at the said male who only glared at the machine. "I paid for my rolos. So I'm getting my damn rolos!"

Idiots. (Name) ran a hand down his face and groaned. "I almost had a panic attack. Worrying over you two. And you two have been here since before lunch....to get Peh his rolos." (Name) asked them in disbelief. They both nodded. (Name) frowned and grew angry. Neither looked sorry.

(Name) marched up to the vending machine. Helped Peh-yan get his arm out and told Pah to move. They both moved away knowing that look. When a Sano gets that look you listen to whatever the fuck they say or it will end badly. (Name) turned quickly. His right leg lifted doing his brothers famous kick. Knocking the vending machine over. Broken glass everywhere and snacks all over the ground.

"Grab your damn rolos and whatever you want. I'm telling Mikey you two almost gave me a panic attack over fucking ROLOS!" (Name) marched off. The other two stood there for a second before realizing what he said. Peh-yan grabbed a rolos while Pah grabbed multiple snacks and candy. Both racing after the fumming (Name).

Mikey was gonna kill them for sure. And Mikey almost did when he found out. So at the next meeting Mikey had both sitting on their knees lecturing them in front of Toman. While Draken was lecturing (Name) about breaking school property and why he should do that. Then he joined in with Mikey lecturing the Third divison captain and vice-captain.

"Your telling me you guys skipped the rest of your classes. And made my brother worry about you two....while ou were trying to get fucking CANDY?!" Mikey looked extremely upset. But they didn't make it any better. "In our defense the candy Peh was trying to get was Rolos." Mikey almost tackled the two if it weren't for Draken.

After calming Mikey Draken looked at the two disappointed. "I'm not gonna lie. What you both did was extremely stupid. Like more stupid then usual. So as punishment. You two will go with (Name) and Emma the next time they go shopping and you two will carry everything. Deal?" The two paled and nodded bowing with their heads on the concrete. "Yes sir!" "Good."

#male reader #x male reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x male reader #peh yan #peh yan x male reader

[justice4billiam]

Math Class

So there was this one moment in time in high school where I actually liked a guy (I know, weird concept, just go with it) who sat in front of me in my math class.

Something you should know about me, I fucking suck at math.

Another thing you should know about me, I was kind of a dick in high school.

Okay, I’m still kind of a dick, but a nice one.

However in high school, I was extra dick-ish (I’m sure it had to do with all raging teenage hormones and a shit childhood)

Anyway.

I fucking sucked at math.

And what happens when you suck at math?

Your teacher assigns you a tutor to help “guide you to the path of success” or whatever she said.

Cool.

No big deal, right?

Wrong.

She assigned me to the nearest person to me.

The fucking guy I had a crush on.

Who thought I was the fucking worst.

Now you’re probably thinking nooo, he couldn’t possibly think that way about you. I’m sure it was all in your head

Well, you’re wrong. The guy hated me.

BUT for good reason.

He just so happened to be the brother of the girl I beat up half a week earlier in gym class.

NOW.

I didn't beat her up just because…no. She was an absolute terror to this disabled girl in said gym class.

She would verbally bully her to the point of tears.

But that one particular day she physically shoved her to the ground while we were all running the mile.

Remember how I said I was a dick?

Well, I used my powers for good. (mostly)

I watched that shit happen.

Then came strolling up to her while she was shooting the shit with her friends and shoved that bish so hard.

Her stupid unblended orange face (this was the early 2010s guys, no one wore the right makeup shade or blended their foundation into their damn necks) bounced off the concrete floor.

Let me just tell you…it was satisfying as hell.

It started a full on fight of which resulted in her getting her ass handed to her.

So you see, her brother hated me

And I didn't blame him

A sister is a sister.

You stand by your siblings, I get it.

BUT.

I had a big fat crush on him and now he was to tutor me.

Let me tell you, he was NOT happy about it.

I distinctly remember the look on his face the second the teacher called his name out to work with me.

It was the kind of face you make when you smell roadkill wafting through your car vents because you have outside air circulating while you're going 65mph(that's 96.56kmph) on a back road.

The look fueled the need to make him like me.

Those who know me now, know I'm a cheeky, flirty little shit.

So not to toot my own horn but it's hard NOT to like me.

(Is that my god-complex talking? Probably)

I can get along with just about anyone.

Not so surprisingly after about 30 minutes of flirting my way into his heart, I had him FLUSTERED.

I'm talking man giggling.

Blushed cheeks.

Couldn't even make eye contact with me.

FLUSTERED.

Don't like who?

Not me.

I'm sure you're probably wondering where I'm going with this.

Well, after class ended he invited me over to his house after school.

A normal person probably wouldn't go to the house of the girl you beat up and meet her parents while on her brother's arm.

I did.

I went.

I wish I had taken a picture of her face when I walked into her house. (she had stayed home the rest of that week because I beat her ass)

Honestly, it was a core memory.

The best part was her parents didn't know it was me who did it.

It was such an eventful week for me.

Monday: bully the bully

Tuesday: ice my hand from bullying the bully

Wednesday: suck at math

Thursday: rizz the bully's brother and come home with him to have dinner with bully and her family.

Friday: DATE THE BULLYS BROTHER.

Yep. You heard me.

That dinner went so well that the guy asked me out.

And I said yes.

I then proceeded to date him the whole year and become best friends with her mom.

Oh yeah, and I still failed math.

I'm gonna make this a series 🤭

@voyeurmunson im sure you'd get a giggle out of this. 😅🤭

#welcome to my blog #T journal series #i'm a mess #i like it that way #there's more where that came from #hi #im unhinged #high school #trending #this is my life

[leiawritesstories]

How about from the firsts list "first time defending them"?

CUUUUUTE thanks for asking!!

500 followers celebration prompt fills

Word count: 650

Warnings: dumb high school bullies, swearing, mild angst?

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As she walked out of the classroom, Aelin slipped her earbuds in, tucked her head down, and focused on her footsteps, trying to drown out the soft whispers that followed her everywhere she went. Have you heard what she did? I knooowwww, it's so shady! Ugh, I just know she buys her followers, the dirty--

Enough.

Enough.

She knew the nasty words were just rumors, just a bunch of stupid high school kids who didn't know what they were talking about, but they hurt all the same. And she knew she could never stop them; nothing she said would change the whispers. If anything, speaking up would only make people believe their wild, disgusting lies even more.

No words she spoke would ever convince the student population of Orynth High that Aelin Galathynius was anything other than a desperate attention-seeker whose stupid little TikTok was probably only followed by bots and creepy old pervs. She had that damn account as a way to escape her reality, but it had turned out to invade her whole entire life.

"Hey look, it's Aelinnnnnnn," snickered Chaol Westfall, a particularly chauvinist member of the football team. He was convinced that his quarterback status made him the king of Orynth High, despite the fact that he'd never come close to winning any kind of championship. "Gonna do a trend for us, Aelinnnnnnn?" He stretched out the syllables of her name, mimicking her TikTok username.

Aelin rolled her eyes, so beyond done with Chaol's bullshit, and was half a second away from snarking an insult or ten when another guy's voice cut in.

"You're just jealous that her little trends get a million times more views and likes than your shitty photos of your flabs, Westfailure," Rowan Whitethorn scoffed. "Y'know, steroids don't do shit when you don't actually hit the gym."

Chaol's face turned a surprisingly vivid shade of crimson. "How about I hit you, asshat?" he snapped.

Rowan set his backpack casually on the floor, rolled his neck, and cracked his knuckles. "Bring it on, Little Miss I-Lost-My-Virginity-To-A-Sock." Most of the people in the classroom, including Aelin, snickered, eagerly watching the drama unfold.

"Fuck you," Chaol grunted.

"You wish," Rowan smirked.

Snarling wordlessly, Chaol reared back and punched Rowan right in the stomach, just in time for the teacher to walk in and watch the quarterback punch the captain of the hockey team.

"Westfall!" the teacher yelled, breaking up the fight as soon as it started. "Leave. Now."

"B-but-but sir, he started it!" Chaol protested, stunned.

Mr. Vaughan, who happened to be one of the football coaches, folded his arms across his chest and glared flatly at Chaol. "Get your ass out of my classroom, Westfall. You're lucky if you're allowed to show your face at practice for the next two weeks." His glare only intensified when Chaol tried to protest. "Get. Out."

Biting his tongue, Chaol collected his backpack and hauled ass from the classroom. The class settled down, slowly dispersing back into their seats.

Aelin sat down in the seat across the aisle from Rowan and flashed him a grateful smile. "Thanks," she murmured. "You didn't have to do that."

"Yeah I did," he returned. "No jackass gets to talk to a girl like that."

"Chivalry? In this day and age?" Aelin mock-gasped. "And here I thought they said chivalry was dead."

"Maybe, but decency isn't." Rowan flashed her a boyish grin. "Oh, and I may or may not have asked one of my buddies to film that. He says it's already going viral."

Aelin had to clamp her hands over her mouth to smother her laughter. "Shit, I love that! I'll duet it to my account so it never dies."

Needless to say, Chaol Westfall became the face of every Orynth High meme for the next two years. Aelin called it comeuppance. And a little help from her good friend the internet.

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#my writing #quick drabble #answered prompt #leia's 500 followers thing #aelin galathynius #rowan whitethorn #rowan x aelin #rowaelin #rowaelin fanfic #rowaelin fanfiction #throne of glass fanfic #throne of glass fanfiction #high school au

[bullshit-bulltrue]

Hawk Talk

Okay so sorry if this is a little jumpy I'm having a so far two-day long anxiety attack anyway-

We got assigned seating in history and i got sat next to the biggest cunt wad i have ever met i fucking despise her and she's my desk partner

she was cordial and so was i but she has not fucking changed at all

And the cute boy from years ago is still cute and shy and such a sweetheart but he sits behind me ish and to the very far right

So I can't even look at him anymore without anyone noticing :(

And nyxie darling (@whennyxfallsinlove) was right, i was looking at him like a deer staring at headlights the first day because holy shit i REALLY *REALLY* liked him (still do) because he was one of the only genuine boys I met at the time and I was having a really difficult time and yk hanging out with him helped me out since things were happening in my home life that were difficult to say the least

So then the rest of class went smoothly

For math, there is no cute guys

But thats fine because I really like my teacher and he's taught ways to do math that are so much easier

Not only is he funny, but he also REALLY goes into depth of equations and helps out a lot!!

Sooo yeah

I had a mini heart attack bc after I left class I thought my phone fell outta my pocket but the pockets on my jeans are high (since the jeans are high-waisted duh) so it turns out my butt just didn't recognize the feeling since majority of my jeans don't have wider pocket space

But yeah

Anddd then I went to English class

And if you saw the recent small Hawk Talk posts of me interacting with nyxie, you'd know that there are two boys that are lowkey cute 👀

Idk they're cute by my standards but probably not everyone else's lmao

So I feel like I should call these guys smth??

So umm let's call one of them Baseball guy bc he likes baseball and I also didn't wanna ask his name but when I do, I'll probably make a nickname to refer to when I post about him

And the other we'll call D/Dee ig??

So yeah D was funny as usual

And the baseball guy talked more and lanie, him, and I were going through this box

It was a worry box and my English teacher (we'll call her Mrs. K) basically had a chest and put it at our table to write our worries on an index card and put it in there (anonymously, but some kids put their names so now we have Blackmail™️ . Probs won't need it, but it's good to have information on people)

And like she said that we could NOT under ANY circumstances go through it..

But we did 😘

So yeah that was fun because I didnt get caught

so i'm her favorite student while also being a little shit

🙃

So me and Lanie started following Cute Baseball Boy™️ to his locker because we're nosy bitches

But then I lost lanie so I sat on the floor until i was found like a 7-year-old who lost her mom at the supermarket

Aaand then we had lunch together !!

But then I found out she thought baseball guy is cute too :(

And idk how to feel about that

So I'd anything happens between them I'm gonna be kinda bummed bc I don't want her to get the wrong idea about me thinking he's cute

So im gonna have to find a way to not like him ig??

Or just keep shit to myself (with the intention of telling y'all every little detail)

Gonna je bummed if they start dating or smth but I'll be supportive nonetheless because they're both my friends and if they're happy then that's all that really matters to me

So anyway

Thus guy across from us at lunch was fucking hilarious

His friend kept putting a plate of school food someone forgot to throw away in his face and he let out the most high pitch ear piercing scream I have EVER heard lmaooo

Same bro, same

Felt that

And like I looked at him like wtf was that dude

And his eyes got SO wide

He kept frantically pointing to the girls that were sitting near him and even his friend 💀

So like that was funny

And then we got to gym !!

We didn't get to actually do anything :(

Basically what happened in PE: got gym clothes, got gym lockers (mine and lanie's are next to each other!!), and watched boys get play basketball (D was playing and he wasn't that bad)

Sooo yeah

Ik I said that I went basic white girl mode and watched the boys play

But like half the time I was just taking selfies on snap and scrolling through tumblr memes lmao

But the other half me and lanie were laughing at the boys clothes and haircuts bc they look like they rolled out of bed and asked a 5 year old to make their hair the shape of a fucking broccoli spout or whatever tf you call it

y'all it was that bad

(we also laughed abt that shit at lunch too)

Oh forgot something

While we were all going into the girl's locker room of the gym i thought lanie was right behind me but when i turned around i had to tilt my head up and look around for her head because she's way taller than me and she was at the very back of the crowd

So i went to the side and waited for her to get close to me

And she literally fucking said

L: damn girl i keep losing you, you're really speedy

Me: yeah i'm short but it means i walker faster than you, you're a fucking giant

L: well yeah to YOU. but like i'm tall enough to be your mom

And I lost it. I laughed so hard bc of the way she said it lol

Soo yeah that was the end of my school day

Hope you enjoyed <3

Oh and tagging people that wanted to hear about my day and/or have been reading my Hawk Talk posts (if you dont wanna be tagged lmk and i wont anymore, and lmk if u do wanna be tagged in the full day hawk talk posts!) : @cereal-is-a-soup100percent-true @whennyxfallsinlove @dizzeners @cau-lee-flower215 @sp1rit-realm

#☆ hawk talk

[fixfoxnox]

please please please PLEASE tell us more about Jackson!! Since he's close to his grandma, did he pick up knitting from her? They sound like they hung out together a lot.

ILY GUYS SO MUCH FOR ASKING ABOUT JACKSON

Paul Jackson HC's Because He:

Absolutely picked up knitting from his grandma!!

He used to hold the yarn for her while they would sit on the porch together. She let him talk to her about his old like while she was knitting

Eventually he asked to learn and she started teaching him

He's, admittedly, not that great at it, but he can make a mean ass pair of gloves

She also taught him embroidery/sewing which he picked up a lot better

I like to imagine that when he and Roach were on their squad together, someone would rip something or get a tear in their clothes and they would immediately bring it to Jackson for fixing

He'd do this big huffing and puffing thing about it and make them give him their desert at dinner for payment, but secretly he liked having something to do with his hands

Roach is the only person to ever call him out on it

Struggles with sudden/loud noises because of the nuke from his first life. Usually has headphones in or earplugs in to help with the noises

Absolutely had a Barrack Bunny phase in his first life. He'd slept with nearly everyone on his squad at one point or another

Didn't in his new life, primarily because the only team member he thought was hot when he first joined was Griggs and, unfortunately, he knew the man was straight

Had his sights on Roach the moment he was put on the team. Like literally was introduced to him and went "Friend shaped :)" and that was that

Notorious for fucking up homophobic members of the squads during training

Like genuinely got to a point where Griggs was literally vetting people coming onto the squad because if he didn't and they said one thing off Jackson would be sending them on leave with an "accidental" broken arm or nose

Never got in trouble for it because none of the other members of the squad were gonna say shit when he was doing it for a good reason

Freaks out anytime he hears Roach call him Paul because, even though its his name, he's gotten so used to just being called Jackson by the man

Jokingly gave Roach his nickname, only meant it as a one time joke when he said it, but he saw the way that Roach's face lit up at the nickname so he kept using it

Terrified of bugs/worms, Roach knows this and used to pick up worms to show him

Anytime there was a bug in the barracks Jackson was on his bed yelling for Roach to get the thing

"ROACH ROACH GET IT OH MY GOD. Thank fu-DONT BRING IT OVER HERE! NO!"

Literally forgets that he was in the military half of the time, especially now that he's back home

"Yeah this guy was talking about how he was military and about how he used to get sent on solo missions. It didn't sound right to me, but what do I know"

"Jackson...literally of course it didn't sound right you were in the military dipshit that shit would never happen"

"Oh yeah, I was wasn't I"

Sleeper Build. Man looks kinda skinny and lanky, but could probably bench press Ghost.

Used to use it to his advantage and literally sling Roach over his shoulder as a joke.

"Well man, I gotta get to training"

"You gonna bring Sanderson with you"

"Naturally"

*literally picks him up and slings him over his shoulder to carry him to training.*

Roach struggled the first few times but eventually just accepted it

He owns his own small gym and works as a personal trainer there now that he isn't in the military. It caters to new people in the gym specifically (but allows anyone in)

His gym has a large population of moms because they all come to some of the classes that he offers cause they think he's hot

He has no idea thats why, he just thinks he's a good teacher

I'm gonna stop for now, but you guys will be getting more Jackson later because HE

#paul jackson #gary roach sanderson #cod #cod mw #thoughts with luke #you asked luke #something in the orange

[iboatedhere]

Oversharing On The Internet

Thank you @welcometololaland @liminalmemories21 @alltheprettyplaces

ONE: Are you named after anyone?

My first and middle names are after my dad, who sucks.

TWO: When was the last time you cried?

Right now because I'm thinking about this post I have in my likes that says "will I forever be this lonely little thing" and that's me.

THREE: Do you have kids?

God no.

FOUR: Do you use sarcasm a lot?

yes, every time I say it's fine though.

FIVE: What sports have you played/do you play?

Basketball from 3rd-12th grade. I'm also really good at floor hockey and volleyball. In high school when we'd do the volleyball unit all the boys wanted me to serve first. I vividly remember Ryan P. putting me in the serve spot so I would go first and then after the first volley the gym teacher called everyone to rotate positions so I ended up being last to serve and he was like "aww fuck".

SIX: What's the first thing you notice about people?

Probably their height or hair color.

SEVEN: What's your eye colour?

Blue.

EIGHT: Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy. I hate scary movies.

NINE: Any special talents?

I'm really good at buying gifts.

TEN: Where were you born?

Hospital.

ELEVEN: What are your hobbies?

Hiking, writing (when I'm not having a breakdown).

TWELVE: Do you have any pets?

I have 4 dogs. I had horses and cats and bunnies when I was growing up.

THIRTEEN: How tall are you?

5'9.

FOURTEEN: Favourite subject in school?

I was really good at civics in high school. My grade was so high I didn't even have to take the final. I completely skipped the written part with the support of my civics teacher who was thrilled that he didn't have to read another one.

FIFTEEN: Dream job

I'm struggling big time with this one. It's gotten to the point that even my boss knows I'm miserable at my current job. I dream of walking into the coffee shop I go to three times a week and getting a job there.

Tagging: @lemonlyman-dotcom @pragmatic-optimist @maxbegone @lightningboltreader @guardian-angle22

[that-lame-ghoul9000]

Ruin Me (Part 1?)- Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

•Idk what direction I want to take this. I have a few ideas. Suggestions welcome. I just kinda felt inspired to write because Eddie occupies pretty much my whole brain right now. I did write more for it. I just realized it was getting pretty long and cut it in half. If you guys like it I can post the rest. But I also left it at a part that could kinda finish it 😅) 

-gif not mine. All credit to the original creator-

Word count: 2,140

Not edited. Like at all. Probably hella errors. Sorry not sorry, I'm absolute trash 💜

TW: Mentions of issues at old school (rumors and gossip) jackass ex, loss of a loved one (older brother)

New school. New you. Can you outrun your past and make it to graduation with your walls built up high. Or will the infamous bad boy be just the one to tear them down. 

You stared out your car window at the school in front of you.

HAWKINS HIGH

in big, bold capital letters from hell splayed across a brick building. You mentally dreaded what awaited you should you choose to leave the safety of your car. Starting a new school when the year was nearly over. Starting right before Spring Break. But you had no other choice staying at your old school wasn't even an option. By the grace of some cosmic being your dad was able to convince the department to let him transfer to the Hawkins Sheriff's station months early. A job your family was once excited for, a job he was suppose to transfer to AFTER summer began. Now an excuse to get your family out of the town gossip and you as far away from the hell you'd been dealing with. Rumors suck. They suck even more when you're already in the public eye of the high school hierarchy.

You could start your car back up. Drive and just not stop. You could. You doubt with recent events anyone would look for you. You'd be wrong. You knew your parents would. Literally your fathers job description. But alas you release a breath you didn't know how long you'd been holding, grabbed your backpack and opened the door.

As you approached the school you heard someone, presumably a teacher or someone who worked for the school ushering everyone into the gym.

"Everyone to the gym! Pep rally in the gym! Mr. Evans that's the girls locker room. You've gone here for 4 years. You know where the gym is."

Great. Pep rally. As you're beginning to make an immediate U-turn to retreat back to your car you hear your name called

"Ms. (Y/l/n) just the person I was looking for, I hope we can make your ease into a new school as easy and painless as possible. I was hoping to see you before lunch to talk more. I know it's not easy starting a new school. And even harder at the end of the year."

Yup. Thanks for pointing out the obvious. You thought to yourself. As long as no one did that awkward thing where they made you stand in front of the class and tell the class a bit about you, you'd be fine. Just sink into a chair. Blend in. And spend the next few months to graduation as invisible as one could possibly be....you were fucked. And you didn't even know it yet. Because Hawkins had a few things up it's sleeves. You'd come to find that out.

As far as Pep rallies went it was relatively painless. Something about a basketball tournament. Followed by a Moving speech. And a ton of GO TEAM GO. Once upon a time you loved pep rallies. You were Co captain of your school's cheer team. In the past. You had to remind yourself it was in the past. With the crowd dissipating and everyone heading to their respective classes you decided to head to the Counselors office before they had a chance to yank you out of class further drawing attention to you.

You knock on the wooden door making the counselors office.

"Come in!" They yelled. "Ah (Y/n) I'm glad you decided to stop by. My name is is Miss Kelly, I'm the guidance counselor here at Hawkins. How are you feeling? Probably a lot of mixed emotions? I see in your file I got from your former school that you were in many school programs. It's never to late to pick them back up here" she said with a smile. "I also see you had a few issues at your former school, with a, ah Mr. Matthew's. Would you like to talk about it?"

"No not really. It was a misunderstanding that blew way out of control. And I'd really rather not speak about my ex." You didn't mean to sound stand offish. You just never wanted to hear his lying, asshole-ish name uttered ever again.

"I also read that your older brother passed away recently. I'm very sorry to hear about that. If you'd ever like to ta-"

"I'd rather not. But thank you." Sore subject.

"Okay well we have issued you a student to show you the ropes of the school. A little program I'm trying to get going here to help students get a footing when starting here. If it works with you who knows maybe next year we can assign a senior to every freshman to help ease the process." She said almost to joyfully.

With a fake smile you hoped read as sincere you grabbed your bookbag only to hear a knock at the door.

"Hey Miss Kelly, I'm here to help with that new student."

Shit. Shit. Shit shit shit shit. You mentally said as Hawkins own golden boy entered the room. Not the low profile you wanted at all.

"Hello Mr. Carver. This is (Y/n) and she's the new student I was telling you about. I hope you make her feel welcome here at Hawkins High."

He looked you up and down as you walked past him to the hallway. He broke the silence first.

"You. Don't exactly strike me as a freshman."

"Reasonable deduction. I'm not. My dad got a job transfer that brought us here. Leaving me no choice but to finish my senior year here." Half true.

He nodded. "Well my name is Jason. I'm captain for our schools basketball team. And I'm here to make sure you have the best experience Hawkins can offer."

"Thanks, I'm (y/n). And yeah I caught your speech. It was very...moving. I'm sorry to hear about the loss your town has had."

"Honestly it's become the normal lately." He said with a frown.

You felt bad. He seemed like a genuinely nice guy. But you wanted nothing to do with anyone in that crowd. And you needed to distance yourself from them as quickly as possible. Being the shiny new toy. Was not what you wanted or needed. Last thing you needed was someone trying to find anything out about you.

He walked you through the halls. Pointing out where each of your classes would be. Where the library was, the gym, and lastly stopping at the cafeteria.

"Welcome to the jungle." He laughed as he ushered you into the room. He began mapping out the cafeteria. Drama kids at this table. Art kids over there. Then you had the mathletes and debate team over in that corner. Stopping at a table he joyously proclaimed

"Here's where we sit. Hawkins finest here." He smiled leaning down to kiss the blonde girl who was smiling up at him on the head.

"He's not scared you off already has he?" She smiled. She seemed for all intensive purposes like a really sweet girl. Blonde, pretty smile, kind eyes. "My names Crissy." She smiled at you and shook your hand.

"I was just showing (y/n) here the ropes of this mess we call a school. Which reminds me, I have one more area to show you." And he just looked thrilled to have to do it. Rolling his eyes he walked you over to a table. Where six people sat discussing who knows what. But they seemed pretty into it. He placed his hand on your back waving the other out front like someone at the zoo when touring the different habitats.

"This is the...unfavorable group of satanic worshiping weirdos. And that is their head satanic worshiping, freak of a leader." He said through gritted teeth. "If you know what's good for you avoid them like the plague."

Every member of the table had now ceased all conversation and were staring directly at you. Great. Especially the one at the end of the table who eyed you up and down.

And then it hit you. The most idiotic idea of a lifetime. But you couldn't be dragged into the popular crowd again. As nice as they seemed. (Minus this excessive dick move)

"You said this is where the school weirdos sit correct?" You said.

"Yeah."

Killing any social standing you had in 3...2...1...GO.

"Okay. Thank you. You can go now."

As you sat down at the table every jaw was now visibly on the floor. You pulled your lunch out of your bag and sat it on the table.

Unsure of what happened, Jason walked back to his table of ultimate hierarchy." And you opened your water bottle.

Looking up you gave everyone a look like *can I help you orrrrr?* before one spoke up. The one at the end of the table still visibly assessing the situation that just unfolded as no one saw that coming.

"I don't know what kind of joke you're playing but you don't just *sit* at Eddie Munsons table without being invited over here."

You gave an annoyed look at the boy and stated

"OH NO I'm at Eddie Munsons table?!" With a sarcastic fake act of utter shock.

You inch closer to the boy and with a whisper just loud enough the table could hear it you say with stance "Well I just did. You can move me if you'd like, but I don't know if you've noticed. I have feet. I'll just walk back. And we can do this all day."

You heard a small chuckle and looked up. You hadn't exactly looked at everyone during your last ditch effort to shirk the populars off your back, but if you had to guess this was the infamous Eddie Munson. And he was looking directly at you. You studied him for a minute and he seemed to do the same to you.

He had layers upon layers on. Some t-shirt reading "Hellfire Club" on it, a theme around the table. Noted. A leather jacket with jean vest covered in band patches, over that. His fingers adorned in all sorts of clunky rings. Hints of tattoos. Peaking out. But notably his long dark brown signature '80s metal hair. Actually kinda cute.

No. No he's not. You internally yelled at yourself.

He stood up and walked over to you. Straddling the lunch room chair looking you directly in the eyes.

"Listen sweetheart as much as I love the enthusiasm, you radiate 'Popular' and if you walk over there now you might be able to claim temporary insanity. And then whatever joke you and your new friends over there were thinking about playing can stop before anyone's feelings get hurt. Whatcha say?" He grins at you.

Now overly confident in having to clearly win over this obstacle you do the most insane thing a person could do in this situation. You scoot a bit closer. Grab him by the chin and guide his head to the direction of the very confused table of kids who clearly thought you were one of their own and say to him,

"Do those look like the faces of students who look like they have a rats ass clue why I sat here? Or do they look just as confused as you and your little table of misfits? I sat here because I wanted to. And the jury is still out on where my sanity lies. Now what's Hellfire Club?"

You let go of his face and he looks a bit taken back. Like no ones ever had the balls to pull such a stunt before in his life. And apparently no one at the table can believe the scene that just unfolded in front of them as the look of shock and pure horror are planted on all five of their faces.

You look back at their fearless leader and raise an eyebrow. "Well does he speak or is he to stunned for words?"

As if snapping out of a trance his lips curl up into a smirk as he reaches out a hand.

"I'm Eddie. Welcome to the mystical band of satan worshiping misfits."

With their fearless leaders seal of approval everyone slowly began introducing themselves.

#eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson smut #eddie munson #they knew exactly what they were doing #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson series

[coconuts-mafia]

Hit Love Bite Ep 1

This did not start how I expected it to at all. What in the world. Absolutely nobody would be taking to my kid without me present. Did this person really just say the kid died from sex? Well damn, that's how I want to go. Died of perversion and foolishness? Yeah, no, I still want to go that way.

That intro song is horrible. Just no. OMG! So they really did have a consultant. Niiice! Okay, so right off the bat, we get into the kink. A vanilla would call this body worship, but it's sensualism. It's about engaging all the senses. That's why you see the armpit smelling. Sensualist typically don't shy away, they like to feel, smell, hear, and taste everything. Don't take that to a gross level, they aren't unsanitary, but they will for sure eat ass without second guessing.

Well damn. We started this off with a bang. Literally. But I got to say, if you're worried about being outed, maybe not give blowjobs in a gym locker room. Just saying. And is this teacher for real? Ohhh, I already like this secondary couple. Why is this teacher making sex a dirty thing? See no real education, just don't do it, you perverts. Then everyone is pregnant or has stds and you wonder why. Ugh, because you didn't teach them about condoms. Duh.

Oh! I love this kid. What's his name, what's his name?! Look at him being so mysterious. His name is king and the dorks name is Burger. OMG. Why do I love this so much. 🤣🤣🤣 Burger says, "Oh, really? “Burger “ and “ King” Our names are so damn good together." And King gives him the cutest smile.

Then he goes back to being Mr cool.

And product placement for acne wash. Deep stare into the eyes while they shower together. Are they hoping to get caught? No lip kisses? Why no lip kisses? Yup, at least one of them is worried about being outed. Okay so just looked up names. Ken is. He is afraid of being outted. Ken was all, I miss you baby and can you stay longer. Now he is like, bye bitch. What a cunt.

And we find out that King is king of the castle. Mr. Cool guy for real. Burger and King again. They are so cute! Burger is so fucking cute, you guys. "I'll be an extra! I can be a tree or a rock!" There is a part where he puts his tiktok count and King is like, it's only 25 viewers. "Well, it's a lot to me!" Same Burger same! 🤣🤣🤣

King accepts Burger into the acting club. Burger in his excitement jumps up and hugs him. Tackling him onto the desk. Burger is a golden retriever, and I'm here for it. How can you not be charmed, King!?

Oh, No!! Poor Shokun. Ken got himself a gf. After telling Shokun he better not. Ugh. And he publically denies even being friends with him. Yeah, no, fuck that shit. I can get not wanting to be out. Like I totally didn't claim my gf in middle school (Times were not safe peeps) but I didn't deny her as a friend. That's just shitty peopling.

King rushes to be with his friend Shokun. Yup, I like this kid. He tells him to break up with the mysterious gf that nobody knows about. Good advice King!

Burger and King! Oh... So they share a book and in Burger's book there is a drawing of King. Does someone have a crush, or is it from a previous book owner? OMG BURGER ATE THE PAPER. I am not okay. Can you die of laughter? Cause I'm pretty sure I'm going to. Like he is constantly hiding from King now. Fuck, this is some funny shit. King is like, but I have questions. I'm seeing stars from laughing so hard. Oh guys, I can't stop laughing at Burgers golden retriever antics and King slowly being charmed.

You guys, I'm going to die of laughter. Burger is so fucking shy, and it's adorably funny. Making King laugh and fall so hard. He goes from being a super cool kid to these cute little smiles. Ahhh. Okay, so Burger apparently did get a part, but he is having issues learning his lines. King coming in to help. Doing acting practices. Nice.

King brings up that Burger likes him. Burger is like, no. King clearly doesn't believe him. And then they have a cute pillow fight. With feathers going everywhere, just like I've never actually had happen. And never want to because I don't like to clean. OMG, Burger got the leading lady lead across from King. This should be so cute.

Ken, you are an asshat. You don't know why he is angry. Look, you idiot. You aren't that stupid, so stop playing dumb. Fight the attraction... um, what is your name? I forgot it. Shokun? Fight the attraction Shokun, he is a high schooler. How good could the sex really be? It's not worth this. And they are caught by none other than bestie King!

King, "I am your friend. I can accept everything you are." King over here throwing out some wisdom for his age. I will say that I'm picking up very sub vibes from Shokun and very Dom vibes from King during their talk. There is some tension slash closeness that has a D/s feel. The way Kin touches Shokun's chin and locking eyes. Even the way he stands above him.

What is king up to. And Ken coming right out to be an ass. Coming up and yelling at Shokun cause he doesn't want to be found out. He hit him with a fucking towel! Bitch, I will knock you out! Hell to the nah! That's it. Stand up for yourself. Yes! Break up!

Okay, so that's intense, but I absolutely love three of the characters out of four. I have received info that there is SA in the 2 episode, so I'm waiting until I can get a trigger buddy. So I'm not sure when the next review will be. Sorry! Hoping you enjoyed this, though! 💜💜💜

#luta talks hit bite love #luta talks kink #Coconuts mafia #hit bite love

[winterandwords]

15 questions, 15 mutuals

Thanks to @k--havok for the tag!

Are you named after anyone? Nope. My parents just liked the name and my mum, who was a teacher, had a never taught a kid with it before so it didn't come with any preconceptions.

When was the last time you cried? A couple of nights ago. My dog freaked out because her foot went to sleep and she tried to get up and the noise she made fucking broke me. Terrible things happening to humans in my presence? Totally calm, stop the bleeding, whatever. An animals being mildly distressed over a extremely minor non-problem? TEARS.

Do you have kids? No. Never. Completely by choice. Team happily child-free here.

Do you use sarcasm a lot? Not as much as people think I do. Unless I'm in hardcore masking mode, I can come off as kind of cold and unemotional, so when I say genuinely supportive or appreciative things, people don't realise I'm being serious and assume I'm being an asshole.

What’s the first thing you notice about people? Their…vibe?? I don't know how to explain it. Their innate them-ness, the way it feels to be around them. I usually pick up pretty much immediately if someone is going to be very significant in my life. When I first met the person I've now been married to for twenty years it was like "Holy shit, you are going to matter so much" even though I didn't know how or why.

What’s your eye color? Blue, but not like all one colour. They're very pale around the pupil with a much darker ring around the outside.

Scary movies or happy endings? Yes. Violent revenge fantasies, please.

Any special talents? I'm hypermobile, so I can do all sorts of ill-advised party tricks with my stupid joints. Also I have a knack for picking up on people's fears and insecurities very quickly and easily via completely unrelated conversation and often hardly any conversation at all. I've never tried to do that. It just sort of happens. I'm not entirely comfortably with it tbh.

Where were you born? Ireland.

What are your hobbies? Writing, but that goes beyond being a hobby. Also learning French, reading, yoga, absorbing information about special interests (usually various aspects of religion and cultural mythology), baking, playing computer games, and BDSM.

Have you any pets? Yep! A black greyhound lurcher called Shadow. She's a rescue and we adopted her from her foster human last October. Before that she'd been raised in a racing kennel but couldn't race because she has a wonky foot, so she'd mostly been tied up in a concrete yard for all ten months of her little life. Also, Silver the cat. He's five, adopted in a "my cat had kittens and they need homes" situation, and he's had the most charmed life ever. It's a total coincidence that they're both named after characters from Sonic the Hedgehog.

What sports do you play/have played? I used to play hockey (field hockey, for those of you who live in places where ice hockey is the default) and did competitive gymnastics in high school. I played tennis and badminton casually, had a weight lifting gym bunny phase in my early twenties and went running late at night a lot for reasons of sanity. After that it was mostly mountain biking, because what's even the point if you can't hurl yourself down ridiculous hills on two wheels and hope all your body parts get to the bottom at the same time?

How tall are you? 5ft 2in

Favorite subject in school? I loved art, but hated art classes because I always had really shitty teachers who were very "I will only dedicate time and energy to people who make exactly the kind of art I personally like".

Dream job? I was a professional photographer (it's what I went to college for) and ran a studio before my body crapped out on me, so that was pretty cool and I'm glad I got to do it while I could. Writing isn't my job as such, but it's The Thing I Do now and I love it too.

Tagging some newer mutuals here. No pressure at all to take part! @felixwriting, @frankiesaysrelaxx, @superfangirl2789, @mawcegoblinwrites, @marthawrites, @danijameswriter and @make-them-scream. Fifteen people seems like a lot to tag, so I'm going to leave it at that and include an open tag, so if you'd like to take part feel free to @ me so I can see your answers.

#the shit in my head #writeblr tags #fifteen questions fifteen mutuals

[mintaikcorpse]

I fucking hate my old school (TW: Racism, sexism, mentions of rape, homophobia, transphobia, pedophila, mentions of sexual assault)

Okay, but this is going to be me just venting. Just found out the city I live in is the most segregated city in the US, and I'm venting bakut my school experience about that here :'D

The racism, sexism, and homophobia was just awful at my old school. I'm a very light skinned black kid, and people there thought I was white (even though I literally wore twists and an afro but go off I guess) and the shit I would here them say about the other black kids was awful. Literally a bunch of white kids saying the N word like it's nothing, one guy saying he'd own slaves, people being surprised and asking me dumb questions or comments when finding out I was black ('why don't you straighten your hair? Why do you look white then? Racism isn't that bad, it was solved a while ago. You know, I always found black girls really hot, etc etc. IM NOT MAKING THAT UP, BTW. This is all shit I've been told!

I remember having to comfort this one kid crying because the teacher was reporting him for a bomb threat. He didn't even make a bomb threat! He just said he could code a cartoon bomb with the coding program we were using! The teacher took that as a threat and reported him. He was literally fucking crying because he was Muslim and was so scared of being targeted and possibly killed at that school.

My friend kept in getting milk boxes thrown at their head at lunch for being trans. And the teachers didn't do shit! They moved us and said that they couldn't punish the girls bullying him because they have no proof. HE GOT A MILK CARTON THROWN AT HIS HEAD.

Fuck, one of the gym teachers was creepy as hell. Friend told me that he kept on pulling her after class and just talking to her. Doesn't sound bad, but this was a minor and 30 something year old adult. You should not be doing that, especially if you're a teacher! The guy also targeted a lot of POC and mixed kids, which was fucking annoying. Always got mad at me for swearing, which okay, I can accept. But the other kids would talk about shot far worse (like SAing a girl, WHICH THEY DID DO) and they got nothing. Gets worse once you realize they were white and most of the kids you saw get in trouble by him were not.

OH MY GOS MY SPANISH CLASS! It was so fucking awful! People would say racial slurs everyday, one kid was mocking Arab accents, the teacher had to explain to everyone that saying all Mexican people do is eat tacos is racist as hell, it was so fucking loud and imagine having sensory issues combined with that. OH! The kid behind me masturbated and came in his hands and had to go to the principals office! And then he later told me that I was racist for not caring that Ariel was black. Like bro???

I got SA threats all the time! I had 6 classes with this one boy, and he would constantly flirt with me when I told him to stop, and the teachers wouldn't do anything about it! On the last day of school, he told me he named his character Nig and wanted to show me. What the actual fuck???

A girl called another girl the N word and got beat up by her and her friend. Honestly, that's one of the nicer stories. Girl was an asshole. One of the people that said I'd look so pretty if I straightened my hair, and she, a BLONDE WHITE WOMAN, was mad and said she was discriminated against be she couldn't ay Harriet Tubman in a play. How the fuck is that discrimstory? Harriet Tubman was someone who was very important to slaves, and to have her played by a white woman would just be offensive.

My school said so many slurs that we couldn't go on a field trip as a punishment. We were supposed to go to the other school to watch a play, but we were punished and got lectured that saying slurs was bad. AND THE TEACHER THAT TARGETED MINORITY KIDS AND FLIRTED WITH MY FRIEND WAS THE ONE TEACHING IT!

I'm pretty sure my English teacher was transphobic. Something about they/them only being used when there's multiple teachers and never in any other context. Seemed to mean something deeper to me.

One time I went to the guidance conselors room to eat lunch because I was having a panic attack, and she said I couldn't sit there and to go to the lunch room. I just ate in the hallway instead.

At the last day of school, I cursed out the boy who named his character Nig, and I heard him talking to his friends about pinning me to a wall and beating me up (they didn't thankfully).

A boy raped a girl in the bathroom and just got suspended. Like, he actually raped her. I literally can't say anything else. He actually raped her.

A boy stuck his hands down my friends pants saying that he dropped his pencil, and the school didn't do anything about it (same boy said the N word all the time even though he was white)

When my sister was at the school, she awnsered a question about Obama and a boy said, "You only know that cause you're black!"

Bilingual kids got bullied for speaking two languages. I still don't know how that makes sense. How are you going to get bullied for being able to talk to more people???

A kid told another kid to go back to where he came from in my Spanish class (like most people in this situation, he was born in the US. And so were his parents).

I got told I didn't act black. Wtf do you mean by that? Also got asked what are you ALL THE TIME.

The bots would constantly objectify women all the time. It was REALLY bad. They would talk about the sexual stuff they wanted to do to the girls in the middle of class.

I don't have the energy to vent anymore but yeah. Switched to a school outside of the area I live in, and I hope it's going to go a lot better.

(Have a dog pic to make it better)

#american public school #african american #public school #school system #american school system #venting #tw

[serenereigns]

Damaged

Part 3

Pairing: TXT X Male OC/Reader

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1k

Not Spellchecked

Warnings: Bullying, Swearing, Abuse, Hospital

Soobin's POV

Jae leaves to get his bag and we just sit there and wait for him. We sat in silence for a couple minutes when Kai breaks the silence "Is he okay, he didn't look too well. He's also been gone for a while, the gym was just downstairs"

I speak up "He said he was, but I don't think so. Maybe we should ask again when he comes back."That's when we hear the door open. I look at him and notice a darkened spot on his jacket near his ribs. 'Is that... blood?' That's when he starts wheezing and collapses. I gasp. "Jae!" Yeonjun yells running to catch him. "Soobin Hyung, call for an ambulance!" He says in desperation. I fumble for my phone already trying to do so.

Beomgyu's POV

It was quiet until Jae collapsed. Soobin and Yeonjun hyung taking immediate action. With Taehyun and Huening Kai trying to tell other students to back away and give them space. Some snickering trying to take photos. "What the fuck is wrong with you guys?" I snarl grabbing there phone and throwing it. I grab her vest to check her name tag. "Kang Mina, I'll remember you." I glare at her. She scoffs and grabs her phone. That's when the teacher from across the hall joins the chaos trying to get the students to go to her classroom. It's Mrs. Lee again. She looks at us. "You five stay here with Jae, I trust that you can handle the trip to the hospital." We nod.

She continues moving the students into her classroom as the EMT's arrive. "What happened to him?" The EMT asks. "I don't know, he looked pale and was sweating a bit. Then he started wheezing and collapsed." I respond trying my best to stay calm. The EMT nods her head, then her and another guy put him onto a stretcher and carry him out into the vehicle. "Only one of you can ride with us. "You go Yeonjun, the rest of us will drive there in my car." Yeonjun nods at Soobin.

The rest of them heading to Soobins car with the same thought.

'I hope he's okay'

Jae's POV

I open my eyes to a blinding light. 'What happened' I look around and see that I'm in a hospital room. 'Looks like I can't even keep a promise to myself' I sigh. I take the time to examine my injuries and my surroundings. "IV in arm, check." I reach down to touch my ribs. "Bandaged ribs, check." I look for my phone so I can further inspect my damage. 'Where is it' I look around. "Ah hah, there you are." I smile. I turn it on and see the time. 'It's 6:25pm.' I go to the camera app and inspect my bruised face. 'Ouch'

"Wait... IT'S 6:25?!!?" 'My dads gonna kill me when I get home. I quickly tug off the sheets with a grunt. 'Fuck that hurts'

I go to do the same for the IV when I hear hushed voices outside of my door. "Do you know how he was injured?" "No, we just moved into town about a week ago. Today was our first day at school." Soobin responds. "By the looks of it, it's bullying. Soobin sighs, "What should we do for him?" "For now just sit with him and try to get some answers. We'll call his dad and handle the rest" The nurse smiles at Soobin.

'Fuck, what do I do' I put my head in my hands. I glance up when I see the door opens. Soobin and the rest of them standing there. He smiles at me. "How you feeling?" I let out a dry laugh, "Peachy, thanks for asking." Taehyun gives me a look of disapproval when he notices that the IV is no longer in my arm. "What do you think your doing" he asks as I stand up grabbing my clothes. "I'm leaving, I have things... things to do."

"But you're clearly still injured and in pain. The doctor said you should stay for at least another two days. Two of your ribs are cracked. You also have a lot of bruising!" Soobin nearly shouts at me. "I got it, loud and clear. But I have important things to get too. So can you either leave, or turn around so that I can change." I look at them. None of them budging. "Fine, I'll just go out like this." I wince as I try to walk past them. But Beomgyu and Taehyun block me.

"You two seem to be working out." I laugh awkwardly. "Let me repeat myself, you're not going anywhere." Soobin says as he leads me back to the bed. I try to protest, but apparently the bunny works out too. I huff. "I'll call the nurse and have her fix the IV for you. The doctors said that you're extremely dehydrated. You also need to eat more." I nod looking at the rest of them. "That's why we brought this." Huening Kai lifts his hands, full of bags. "Thank goodness you finally mentioned it, I'm so hungry right now." Beomgyu sighs. I laugh, "I'm so sorry guys. We just met and you're sitting here taking care of me." I look down fiddling with my fingers. Tears stinging my eyes. I feel slender fingers grab mine. "No worries, we were worried about not making any friends. Thankfully it seems like we just made a good one!" Yeonjun smiles. I nod. "Now let's eat, I didn't buy these for nothing." Beomgyu huffs.

"A promise is indeed a promise." Taehyun smirks. "Even though it's Wednesday."

"Huh?" I question. "Nothing, Beomgyu just promised to get us snacks for the rest of the week because we won." I smile.

'This feels nice' I look around and see them sitting on the floor all chatting and laughing together. 'I know that I shouldn't, and that I don't deserve too. But let me just enjoy this for tonight. I'll shut them out after this. That way they won't get sucked into my world'

But if course, nothing ever works out the way I'd like it too.

#beomgyu #hueningkai #kpop #male reader #soobin #taehyun txt #txt x male reader #yeonjun #angst #kpopidol #male oc #txt post #txt fluff #txt angst #txt x reader

[elderemorune]

"Just Ignore It"

It feels like a lifetime since I last heard that phrase.

Given my name, you probably know who I hung out with back in middle school. I was absolutely in love with the emo girls in my school, and I mean obsessed. I loved their aesthetic, and they were the first people to ever accept me as I was. I wrote them poetry and shared my food with them, did whatever I could to express my affection for them.

In hindsight, I was a creep, but I was in middle school and hadn't yet learned how to be a functioning human being. I was socially inept, and all I knew how to be was a kid. I didn't have any of the concepts the other kids in my school did, I didn't know what drugs were, or what sex was. I was fucking 11, man.

The other kids didn't really like me much. I was constantly verbally harassed, beaten, tripped, hell I even got sexually harassed in gym, and the teachers, of course, did nothing. The most egregious example of this was when I was in 7th grade, and my locker was in front of Mr. Beck's classroom, with the teacher standing by the door. This bigger boy, the wide receiver on the football team, decided he was going to call me the n word (I'm white, btw) and shoved me in my locker. I resisted, of course, and Beck heard me shouting.

So then he grabbed the other boy and sent him to in-schoo- I'm fucking joking of course he didn't do that. He grabbed my happy ass and sent me to in-school-suspension for 'fighting'. Didn't even touch the other kid who literally had his hands on me. I know what Beck saw, he just didn't act because football fans stick together or some shit.

My folks believed the bruises I brought home, but they only ever offered the most useless phrase I've ever heard. "Just ignore your bullies, they'll go away. They just want a reaction."

No. They didn't want a fucking reaction, they wanted someone they could beat without protest, someone they could get away with hurting. And since none of the admins liked me, I was an easy target.

The teachers didn't like me much either, Especially not Mrs. Ty, who taught math. There were two events in her class. The first was when I had to pass gas during a test. Yes, dear readers, I had merely farted in her presence, and she demanded I leave. Before you ask what else I had done, I hadn't done anything. I was sitting at my desk, doing my questions and trying to be quiet because I fucking hated Mrs. Ty and her class. It wasn't even a loud one! But the room was quiet and everyone heard it. Pink with embarrassment, I said "Excuse me." and she just said "Out. Leave your test, you're done."

So I sat in the hall. One of the hall monitors asked me what had happened, and I told her. Of course, she didn't believe me. Why would she? No teacher would ever remove a child for something so inane! My parents also did not believe me. The felt me to be a liar, largely due to my sister's influence. She would say I did something, I would say I didn't, they'd punish me anyway because "Your sister saw you do it" was good enough. (Is it any wonder why I fucking hate authority figures?)

Anyway, I got home that day, and my folks grounded me. All they'd been told was that I had been removed from class, not why, and when I told them, my mom said to my face "If you're going to lie, why go with such a stupid one?" To which I said "Exactly! Why would I lie about something so stupid?"

As part of my grounding, I had to go run errands with mom. If we hadn't run into one of the other kids from my class at the gas station, my folks would never have believed me. He walked right up and said "Hey Rune, I'm sorry Miss Ty kicked you out of class for farting, it was so stupid." And by god did my mom turn pink. She got me a soda and apologized for not believing me. "But you have to understand kid, you lie so much, how was I supposed to?" (Again, I never really lied all that much, aside from the typical 'I didn't do it!' that kids do).

The other event was during some time at the end of a different Math class. There was this big guy in the class, Trevor. Hot temper, mean streak a mile wide, awful person. He'd dropped his pencil, and I'd grabbed it to give it back to him. Rather than waiting, he stood up, grabbed my desk, and flipped it (and me) over. Then sat back down.

As you can guess, nothing happened to him.

At that point, I'd decided I was done listening to my parents tell me to ignore them. The next time someone fucked with me, I was going to fuck right back.

It didn't take long for it to happen, either. Later, we were in Social Studies, and the teacher had left the room for whatever reason. Trevor and his fucking goons decided to gang up not on me, but on one of the other kids, Ben.

Now, Ben and I hadn't spoken much, kid's on the spectrum something fierce and was difficult to talk to, but he didn't deserve them throwing his shit around. So I stood up. Trevor looked at me and said "What the fuck do you think you're gonna do, huh?"

At the time, I was short, I was skinny, and I was fast. I punched Trevor right in his stupid fucking nose, and screamed "THAT!"

Footsteps in the hall, teacher's coming back. I said "You will not mess with me, or with my friend here ever again." and sat back at my desk, trying desperately to look calm. She came in, saw Trevor's bloody nose, and asked what the hell happened.

Much to my shock, nobody said a goddamn word.

After that, everyone took to ignoring me. Which suited me much better anyway, I hated them more than they ever disliked me. And I came away with one of my first friends, Ben! We still shoot the shit and play Pokemon to this day.

I've since reached out to some of those guys, the ones I could find, and found out what had them so fucked up back in the day. I don't hate them anymore, and that's about where I'll leave that, since those stories aren't mine to share.

I don't regret punching Trevor, and I don't think I ever will. And by the gods above and those below, I will never tell my kids to just ignore their bullies until they go away. My kids will know how to fight, and they'll know just how much they mean to the world around them.

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