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dvrk-moon · 2 months

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LOVE ME (NOT) - YANG JUNGWON

TEASER 1

synopsis : fake dating your enemy, yang jungwon, for the sake of getting your mutual friends to stop playing matchmaker is the worst idea you’ve ever heard in your life. however, it’s a bit more enticing when $100 is thrown in the mix.

word count : 1.8k

warnings : none for this part

featuring : ive wonyoung, bnd taesan + more in full work

genre : enemies-to-lovers, fake dating, slow burn, jungwon x fem!reader, private school au, high school au

playlist : tba

expected release date : whenever i finish this ten page essay i have

i. FOURTY-LOVE

The wind always blows when you don’t want it to.

At least, that’s what it feels like.

You were sat on a bench outside of the country club owned by your friend’s family. They were crazily wealthy, owning not only a country club but also many vacation homes and businesses. That was pretty much a given though, especially since you had met your friend at a private and prestigious academy. Everyone that attended the school was extremely well off in a sense. Most of the students had parents who were business owners, political figures, or even celebrities. To say that you were an outlier would be an understatement.

You didn’t come from wealth. In fact, you were one of the only students at your school to not come from wealth. You were offered a scholarship for your academics; last year, you had an opportunity from your old school to take a test that offered a scholarship to your current academy if you scored well. Only the top five scorers would be granted admission. You and four other students were awarded with the scholarship.

Unfortunately, that meant that you had left a completely different life behind. Your two best friends from childhood, Minji and Gyuvin, were both in support of your academic opportunity, but neither of them had passed the test, so you were left alone. A new, clean slate at a school where you knew next to no one.

Your new classmates made no effort to help you fit in. In fact, most of them ridiculed you for coming from a lower class. It was expected when mingling with snotty prep school kids, but it still hurt. The only person that hadn’t singled you out was Wonyoung.

She was easily the most popular girl there, but she still brought you under her wing. This caused the others to be slightly kinder to you, but only in her presence.

So here you were, sat on a bench, outside of her family’s country club, swinging your legs and glancing at the tennis court in front of you. It was late March, and though the weather reports had said that it would be nice enough outside to wear a skirt, your legs were cursing you because of the wind.

Wonyoung had gone inside temporarily to go fetch the two boys that you were going to play tennis with. She’d left about two minutes ago, telling you that she just had to run down to the entrance gate and she’d be back as soon as possible.

You fidgeted with the hem of the skirt you were wearing. It wasn’t even yours; it was Wonyoung’s, and she had let you borrow it for today. You laughed at yourself, because here you were, at a country club, yet the clothes you were wearing weren’t even yours. From an outsiders perspective, you seemed rich. Everyone else could tell the truth, though.

Another breeze passed by and you stood up, walking towards the door. You weren’t sure how much longer you’d have to wait, so you figured that you may as well wait inside.

As if on cue, Wonyoung exited the door with the two boys. You knew both of them from school. Honestly, you liked Wonyoung’s boyfriend. His name was Taesan. He was always nice to you, and never made you feel bad for being of a lower class.

The other boy, however, seemed to have a personal vendetta against you, and you had no idea why. He didn’t seem to like you from the first day you met, even though you’d been nice to him from the get-go. If you had to guess why he didn’t like you, it was probably for the same reason that none of your other peers seemed to like you: your wealth status.

Jungwon was his name, and aside from being a major jerk to you, he was extremely intelligent. Ever since you arrived at the school, you’d been one of the top ranked students. It made sense, too, as you were permitted into the school based on your academics. Jungwon was ranked second to you in most classes. You figured that could be another reason.

As soon as you met eyes with Jungwon, he rolled his own and shook his head. He was donned in the most prestigious tennis outfit you’d ever seen, which was saying a lot, given as this country club was flooded with rich and pretentious tennis players.

“Okay,” Wonyoung started, walking over to you, “now that we are all here, do you guys want to warm up?”

“Yeah,” Jungwon said, looking away from you, “let’s warm up.”

You didn’t miss how Jungwon slightly shoulder-checked you as he walked towards the tennis courts.

You entered the fenced-in courts, and another breeze blew in your direction. As a reaction, you shivered, making Wonyoung giggle as she made her way towards you.

“Sorry about the hold up,” she started, bouncing a tennis ball on the court, practicing her serving. She looked over at the other side of the court, where Jungwon and Taesan were situated. She laughed, “but those two were taking forever. They’re weird.” She offered you an apologetic smile.

“It’s fine,” you said, “I was just afraid you wouldn’t come back. I stick out like a sore thumb here.”

Wonyoung frowned, “No you don’t, Y/N. I don’t think a single person here batted an eye while I was gone.”

“You were gone,” you teased, “how would you know?”

“I know lots of things,” she commented, “I know lots and lots of things.”

You bounced the tennis ball on the court as you laughed at her words, “Whatever you say.”

After about five minutes of warming up and a dirty look exchanged with Jungwon later, Wonyoung announced, “Okay, let’s get to playing! Do we wanna do singles or doubles?”

“Let’s do doubles,” Taesan said, walking towards the net. He patted Jungwon on the back, “and Jungwon, you can be partners with Y/N. Is that okay with you guys?”

Wonyoung turned to you, “It’s fine with me as long as you’re okay with it.”

“Yeah, sure.”

Taesan started walking over to Wonyoung, so you took that as your cue to go ahead and walk to the side Jungwon was on. Even though you knew Jungwon wasn’t your biggest fan, you still attempted formalities with him.

“Good luck,” you commented, looking at him. You sent him a little smile, “I’ll play to the best of my ability, but I don’t play often. So, sorry in advance.”

“I’m not surprised.” Jungwon replied under his breath, thinking that you wouldn’t hear. You decided to just ignore him and play to the best of your ability, like you said you would.

The first game started with Wonyoung serving and you receiving, but the first game was cut relatively short with an easy 40-15 that ends in your team’s loss.

The rest of the games of the first set ended very similarly, to no surprise. Wonyoung’s family owned the country club. Of course she would be good at the game.

So far, you and Jungwon had only won two sets out of the seven played. Wonyoung and Taesan only needed to win one more set to win the match.

Jungwon, quite obviously, was extremely frustrated at this loss. Very early on, you’d learned that he was a sore loser, and that you being bad at tennis definitely wasn’t helping soothe his anger.

After the final set that ended up in, surprise, a win for Wonyoung and Taesan, the two winners went to take a quick victory break while they left you and Jungwon to “discuss game strategies” as they phrased it.

In the three minutes that they’d been gone, no words were exchanged between you and Jungwon. He was just repeatedly slamming the tennis ball into the court and catching it when it bounced back. The air was tense, but you still tried to make conversation.

“Sorry about that.”

“Your horrible playing?” Jungwon snidely remarked, “Yeah. Thanks for the apology, but that doesn’t change that you’re making us lose.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, “You’re acting like this is life or death. It’s just tennis.”

“Yeah, it may be just tennis to you. But some people, of… higher class… take it more seriously than people like you would. So I don’t expect you to understand.”

“People like me?!” You laughed incredulously, surprised at his audacity. You tried your best to keep your voice down to not draw any attention towards you two, but with his attitude, it was difficult.

“Yeah, people like you. Did I stutter?” He asked snarky.

Your words got caught in your mouth- most of the time when people were mean to you, you’d just either ask them what they said (even when you’d heard it) or you’d repeat what they said to you, and that usually made them back off. Clearly this wasn’t the case for Jungwon, though, as he was completely okay with repeating himself and not even thinking twice about what he said to you. You groaned, turning away from him, “You’re not nice.”

“And you’re bad at tennis.”

“At least I’m good at math…” you trailed off, semi-hoping that he wouldn’t hear. You were better than Jungwon when it came to math, and that was a sensitive topic for him. But, if he wanted to ridicule your tennis playing skills, then you would ridicule his mathematical abilities.

The tennis ball that was being aggressively bounced into the court stopped. You didn’t need to look at Jungwon to know his eyes were boring holes into the back of your head.

“What did you say?” Jungwon seethed out, taking a step closer to you.

“Nothing…” you trailed off, facing him, “it’s just that… I don’t need to be good at tennis. I’m smart.”

“Psh.” Jungwon rolled his eyes at you, “At least my parents can pay for good schooling. Sucks that yours have to mooch off of a scholarship.”

You rolled your eyes back, very slightly raising your voice at him, “Yeah. Imagine your parents having to pay for the same schooling that I get. And I get it for free.”

Before any more words could be exchanged, Wonyoung and Taesan returned with canned drinks, one in each hand for the both of them and for you and Jungwon. Wonyoung smiled, “We brought you guys back something to drink!”

You felt most of your anger dissipate at Wonyoung’s return, smiling at her. She and Taesan entered the courts once again and you met her in the middle, “Thank you.”

“Of course. Taesan also brought something for Jungwon.”

You nodded as she handed you the beverage, cracking it open and taking a drink. The cold liquid felt like a good refresher to the heated argument that was just beginning to unfold minutes ago.

“I’m glad that you and Jungwon seem to be getting along.” Wonyoung commented, nearly making you choke on the drink. She tucked a piece of hair behind her ears, “You guys wouldn’t make a bad couple.”

a/n : temporarily showing up with a work after half a week bc i have been thru the trenches lately lmao

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slaymitchabernathy · 1 month

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Pretty

It’s cute the way she looks so surprised. As if she expects him to not be waiting outside of her classroom on day to walk her to her next class.

He’s only been doing it for a month.

But Coriolanus has to patient with her, his pretty girl.

Her head lowers as she walks out of the door, several students brushing right past her, paying her no mind as their shoulders bump into hers, nearly jostling her books out of her hands.

Coriolanus clenched his jaw along with his fists. After dating Soarynn for a month he’d learned how rude people can be, how oblivious they can be towards quiet, timid little things like her. Taking her kindness for granted. How dare they.

It’s always been easy for him to stand out. Literally and figuratively. He’s heads above most people when it comes to height, no one dares to bump into him on their way to the lunch room. And he’s always been popular, well liked amongst his peers, always waving hello to a friendly face.

He makes his way over to her, taking her books without asking and holding them in one of his hands. He takes her hand in the other, lacing his fingers with hers, a sense of pride coursing through his veins as he leads them through the hallway.

People make way for them. For him. They eye Soarynn up and down, still not sure what to make of the new couple. Soarynn’s face is slightly flushed and he can tell she wants to disappear, to bury her nose in one of her books.

She loves to read is what he’s found out. She told him it was a way of escaping for her. So he tried to listen whenever she told him about something she was reading. It wasn’t even fiction. She read books about Panem’s history, things like that. The librarian must love her.

But she can’t hide in her books forever. He reminds her of that every so often. Coriolanus has made it his personal mission to get Soarynn more out of her shell and show her off the to the world. He’s so selfless. Giving her a chance, walking her to class, taking her home. He’s doing it all by the book so to speak.

And it’s going perfectly.

She tries to let go of his hand when they reach her anatomy class but he tugs her back, smirking at how powerless she is against him. She looks up, her eyes pleading, “I need to get to my seat to study before my exam, it’s very impor—“ “You studied yesterday pretty girl,” Coriolanus reminds her. He only knows that because he was right next to her, trying to distract her. But Soarynn was so adamant about preparing for this exam so he settled for watching her study. Plus she brought him snacks, so that helped.

It’s adorable the way she shakes her head, about to insist how she’s bound to fail this exam even though she’s aced every single one so far this school year. She’s smart his girl. Smarter than he originally thought. “I just get nervous,” she whispers, “it’s important that I do well on all my exams.” Coriolanus has to lean down to hear what she says, another thing he finds sweet about her, how small she is compared to him.

Soarynn mumbles a lot. Or whispers. Or talks in hushed tones. The girl is quiet as a mouse. And since they started dating he’s found himself constantly leaning down to hear the words coming out of her mouth. He doesn’t mind though, she only does it when she’s nervous.

“You’ll do fine,” he assures her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, “I’ll get you when you’re done okay?”

Soarynn simply nods as he hands back her books, walking into her classroom.

Coriolanus has a free period so he spends it bothering Felix Ravenstill who got stuck being an office aid for this period. He’s on the phone when Coriolanus walks in, droning on and on about Academy policies.

“Yes Mrs. Whatnot, I understand you don’t like the shade of our fabrics on your son’s skin tone but I can’t do anything about it. If you’d like you can take it up with the Dean. I also…hello? Hello?” Felix looks up at Coriolanus from his seat, “She hung up on me! The nerve of some of these parents,” he scoffs, slamming the phone down on the receiver.

Coriolanus chuckles as he sits across from Felix. It’s almost as if he’s been sent to the office. Normally there’s an adult working who sits where Felix is sitting but Felix is reliving them of their duties for the next hour or so.

“That’s what you get for recommending she talk to Highbottom,” Coriolanus jokes, giving Felix a knowing look. Dean Highbottom is a senile man who hates children which makes his job even more ironic. Most parents avoid speaking with him unless it’s an absolute emergency. Like the Academy uniforms for example.

“Well I hope she doesn’t call back when I’m working,” Felix says, crossing his arms over his chest, “what’ve you been up to today?” Coriolanus shrugs as he picks at his nails, “Just the usual. I walked Soarynn to her anatomy class, there’s this exam she’s super nervous about. I’ll see her after though since we have literature next.”

He looks up to see Felix smirking, “So what have you two been up to?”

A common question Coriolanus has gotten since he began dating Soarynn. It was odd he had to admit, to see the two of them together. They were both attractive but that was where the similarities ended it seemed. At least on the surface.

Everyone wanted to know what a guy like him was doing with a girl like her. Coriolanus was so outspoken, so confident, so charming. Soarynn was quiet, timid and reserved. In a way they were complete opposites. But opposites attract.

And he didn’t plan on letting her go for a long, long time. Not until he had his fun with her at least.

He’d asked her to officially be his girlfriend the same day he finally got to see her perfect little cunt. She’d said yes, still so flustered from everything that happened, poor thing probably didn’t even realize what she was agreeing to until it was too late.

Since then they hadn’t moved too fast. He knew he was in for the long run, there was no rushing these things. While he hadn’t fingered her yet, he’d gotten her to give him head. It was cute how clueless she was to it all, how she needed to be told what to do. She could be so dumb in that way.

Coriolanus liked that about her.

He liked teaching her exactly how to do things the way he wanted them to be done. How to lick the tip of his cock. How to wrap her lips around it without using her teeth. How to take all of him without complaint. How to look him in the eye while sucking him off, and he loves looking her in those pretty eyes while she’s on her knees for him. Soarynn’s a fast learner in that regard. She learned exactly how he liked how to be pleased, how she was expected to swallow his cum each and every time he finished in her mouth.

He’d finish in her cunt eventually. But he was taking things slow.

Sometimes it drove him insane. How squeamish she’d get when they were kissing, or when she’d try to duck out of the way when he’d try to kiss her goodbye in the hallway. She was shy. He didn’t mind it for the most part. He never hard to worry about her talking to other guys or anyone for that matter. She barely talks to his friends.

“Nothing too exciting,” he tells his friend, throwing him a wink. All the boys had formed a small bet on how quickly Coriolanus would be able to truly get into Soarynn’s pants. There was another bet, a side bet to see if she’d bleed when he did it. As if she wasn’t a virgin.

They both spent the rest of the period snickering about gossip and who was fucking who before the bell finally rang. “See you at lunch,” he calls as he leaves the office.

Soarynn was still in her class when he got there. He peeked in to see she was the only one left. Well, the professor was still there but all the students had left. Soarynn’s scribbling on the paper, leaning against her hand as she writes, her hair in her face. Finally she sits up, grabs her exam paper and goes to the front to deliver it. The professor barely gives her a glance as she places it on his desk, “Have a good weekend,” he tells her before looking back at his work.

She notices Coriolanus when she turns around, looking surprised as always. He’d insisted on walking her to class once they started dating. It was the gentlemanly thing to do, plus everyone could see his pretty girl on his arm. Two birds with one stone.

She’s quick to gather her things and put them in her Academy satchel before she joins him at the door, her hand slipping into his without hesitation. It seems she’s eager to get out of this classroom. “How did you do?” He asks, taking them to the right, towards their literature class. Soarynn sighs, “I don’t know. At least it’s over.” Indeed it is, and as her professor said, they have the weekend to enjoy. Coriolanus hums as he pulls her along, looking down to see her brushing her hair behind her ears, “I’m sure you did good darling. You studied very hard for that exam.” She certainly did, it cost him a whole afternoon without any sort of physical affection from Soarynn. She tended to withhold all affection from him whenever she was stressed.

So he did his best to keep her life stress free.

Which includes walking her to and from class every day.

They find Festus sitting in the back when they arrive to literature. Poor Felix is still stuck being an office aide, which conveniently opened up a seat in the back row for Soarynn to sit in. Festus gives them a smile as they take their seats, Coriolanus sitting in between the two of them. “Are you two ready to present your project today?”

Soarynn’s eyes widen at the question and she looks at Coriolanus with genuine fear in her eyes, “That’s today?” She asks, her voice barely a whisper. Both boys nod and Coriolanus gives her shoulder a comforting squeeze, “We’ll be fine baby. Besides, we already planned for me to do a majority of the talking.”

Coriolanus had only asked to partner with Soarynn to get closer to her, to get that golden opportunity. He hadn’t planned on actually having to complete the project. But it was simple enough. You had to write about someone in your life who was an exemplary citizen of the Capitol. Coriolanus had suggested his own father and Soarynn had agreed without second thought. Since it was his own blood they’d be talking about, he offered to do most of the talking since Soarynn didn’t do too well with public speaking.

She barely spoke as it was.

Soarynn didn’t look too convinced but the professor walked in, his gaze settling on the two of them, “Once I call roll you two can begin.”

Oh, and they had to stand in the front of the classroom.

This was a walk in the park for Coriolanus. He loved to talk about himself and his family and loved being the center of attention. Soarynn however, hated projects like this. In fact, she’d told him that she would often fake being sick if she knew there was a presentation due in one of her classes.

Coriolanus didn’t mind public speaking, he’d be doing a lot of it once he became President so he had to start somewhere. He began to wonder who would be his First Lady while their Professor called roll. She’d have to be sweet, charming, polite, pretty. He looks down at his hand that’s intertwined with Soarynn’s hand and she’s nervously tapping her foot. Poor thing. He leans over and presses a chaste kiss to her neck, a spot that he knows will make her toes curl, “Relax pretty girl, I’ve got you.”

Soarynn nods but doesn’t look at him, her breath hitching in her throat once the roll is done with. They both stand up, their project in his other hand as they make their way to the front of the classroom. A few of their classmates are still whispering about who knows what and while Coriolanus normally wouldn’t mind, it irks him for some reason.

Maybe it’s because it’s just rude. Or maybe it’s because they’d discussed Soarynn introducing herself first and he can see how her eyes slightly widen when she realizes she has to talk while other people are talking.

Either way, he’s quick to clear his throat and send a nasty look their way, quieting them immediately. Pleased with himself, he looks down at Soarynn and nods. Once she introduces herself, she’s practically done talking. Soarynn swallows and straightens up, “Hello,” she says, “my name is Soarynn Nightingale.” Coriolanus smiles, “And my name is Coriolanus Snow, and today we’re going to tell you why my father, Crassus Xanthos Snow, is the perfect Capitol citizen.”

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“Snakes are much scarier than rats!” Clemensia Dovecote says to Festus who simply shakes his head, “You haven’t seen the big ones, Clemmie,” he tells her solemnly, “the big rats that live in the sewers will have you running for the hills.” Coriolanus chuckles at his friend's pointless conversation while he eats his lunch. He looks to his left where Soarynn’s sitting, her nose buried in a book.

He sighs but doesn’t chide her about it, he knows today’s events have strung her out and that she wishes for nothing more than to go home early and curl up in her bedroom. But that doesn’t mean she gets to skip out on lunch.

He’d invited her to his table, his elite table. Filled with children of the Capitol’s elite, soon to be the elite. Felix and Festus obviously sat here, along with Clemensia and Arachne Crane—although he found her rather insufferable—Pup Harrington and Urban Canville. Their table was the one to be at so wasn’t Soarynn just so lucky that she got an invitation?

The first day he’d brought her around he’d gotten some curious looks from the girls but once they realized she was quiet as a mouse, there were no issues. Soarynn wasn’t a threat.

“Are you excited for the ball?” Arachne asks Coriolanus, practically jumping in her seat and getting Clemmie to join in with her. Coriolanus rolled his eyes, “It’s a ball, not a wedding,” he points out. He knows the girls don’t care, that all they can think about is dress shopping and dancing all night.

Arachne’s sharp gaze finds Soarynn who’s tuned out the majority of the conversation since sitting down, her lunch already eaten within the first five minutes. “Have you already been dress shopping Soarynn?” The look of bewilderment on Soarynn’s face is somewhat adorable to Coriolanus as he watches her attempt to formulate an answer.

“I have not,” she answers softly. So softly that everyone has to lean forward to hear what she has to say. Coriolanus places his hand over hers, “I’m going to take her shopping this weekend.” He hasn’t planned on taking her dress shopping this weekend, but he also knows how it would end if Soarynn went with Arachne and Clemmie. Horribly.

The girls simply nod before returning to a more private conversation and Coriolanus uses this as a chance to tell Soarynn about what else he has planned for them.

“I’d like you to come over tonight,” he whispers, his large hand still engulfing her small one. It still amazes him how significant their size difference is, how easily he can overpower her or simply maneuver her however he so pleases.

He likes that about her too, how pliant his pretty girl is.

Soarynn's eyes are already glued back onto the pages of her book when she replies, "I'm having dinner with my father tonight." Coriolanus suppressed an annoyed groan when hearing that, when hearing that he'd have to wait a little longer to have his quiet little mouse in his hands again. "All right, I'd like you to come over after you have dinner then," he says, leaving no room for argument. Soarynn just hums and turns the page.

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Coriolanus is all but tapping his foot and pacing the halls when the familiar sound of the doorbell alerts him that Soarynn has arrived. He glances at his wristwatch, it's a little after seven which is perfect. His parents are on a trip this weekend, visiting a District resort so he has the whole place to himself.

He opens the doors, more than pleased to be greeted by the sight of his pretty girlfriend who's dressed exactly to his liking. A short skirt, a loose sweater, and her hair slightly pulled back from her face.

She looks so pretty.

"Hi baby," he says, pulling her in for a kiss. Soarynn doesn't even tense when he does this, doesn't even try to get away. She's much more docile when they're both alone, a little more trusting. So pure and innocent. "Hi," she whispers when he pulls away, her cheeks pink.

He chuckles and takes her hand, leading them to his bedroom, a place she's grown all too familiar with. "How was dinner?" He asks, not really caring how it went but knowing she doesn't get to see her dad a whole lot. He can't relate. His father is always home.

"It was okay. He actually had to leave early to deal with some business stuff in Two." Coriolanus halts in his tracks causing Soarynn to slightly run into him. He turns and looks down at her, his eyes wide with excitement, "So you're home all by yourself?" She nods, shifting on her feet. "Then you can sleep over, my parents are gone too," he decided, the plan already formulating in his mind.

Soarynn's blue-gray eyes widen as she looks up at him, "I...I don't know if I can sleep over Coriolanus,' she says softly, "I didn't ask for permission or if there was somethi-"

"Pretty girl he's never gonna know," he cuts her off, "you're spending the night, I'd never forgive myself if something happened to you while you were alone at home." Was he slightly exaggerating? Yes, but she didn't need to know that.

Now that he'd cleared that up, he led them into his bedroom where Soarynn closed the doors behind them, just the way he liked it. "You can wear some of my clothes to sleep," he says, pulling open his desk drawer, and looking for the bottle he'd stashed away in there.

He can hear Soarynn shuffling towards his bed, kicking off her shoes before sitting down. At least she knows what to do, what to wear, what to say. he grins when he finds the bottle and grabs it, turning around to see Soarynn perched on the edge of his bed, expectantly watching him.

Over the past month, they've adopted some sort of a routine for whenever she comes over. First, she says hello to his parents. His father barely gives her a glance, too consumed with work and all too used to Coriolanus bringing home girls left and right. To him, Soarynn's just another notch in his son's belt.

And sometimes that's how Coriolanus sees her, just another conquest, another body. But sometimes he finds himself genuinely caring for her, especially after seeing how lonely she is, how she truly has no friends. She's a sweet girl, a pretty girl.

Then she says hello to his mother who adores Soarynn, thinks she's such a pretty little thing, and that her son has secured such a perfect match. It is getting to be that time when couples begin to form and settle down, right before graduation. After all that's been done, they go to his room.

In his room is where the real fun begins. That's when he has her all to himself, can do whatever he wants with her. They usually start slow, with her on his lap, his hands on her waist. He knows she's still nervous, she still shakes and it's not from pleasure.

He strides over to her, bottle in his grasp and her eyes immediately lock onto it. His pretty girl is so perceptive. “What is that?” She asks, her curiosity getting the best of her. Usually, Soarynn keeps to herself and simply does what he tells her, never questioning his authority. Coriolanus sits next to her on the bed, his clothed thigh brushing against her bare one. “Festus gave these to me,” he tells her, holding out the bottle so she can have a better look, “he says they help you relax, feel good.” Soarynn furrows her brows and takes the bottle, turning it over in her hands, examining its contents. There’s no label, Coriolanus made sure of that and the pills are white, nothing on them.

“Are you going to take these?” She asks him, handing back the bottle. Coriolanus smiles, “We are going to take these, just one for each of us should be enough.” Soarynn frowns, her hands nervously playing with the hem of her skirt, “I don’t think I should take those,” she mumbles, “I’ve never really taken any medication before.” He expected this, the pushback, the hesitation. And he prepared for it. “Baby, I wouldn’t give these to you if I didn’t think they’d make you feel good. Don’t you want to relax, let me make you feel good?” His hand grabs her thigh and she slightly tenses. While he hasn’t fingered her yet, he has feasted on her delicious cunt many times and he knows how much Soarynn likes it even if she won’t admit it.

She nervously eyes the bottle again, it’s like he can see her resolve slowly breaking. “Okay,” she whispers, “just one.” He grins and grabs her face in his hand, pressing a kiss to her lips. Soarynn kisses him back, she’s gotten better at returning his kisses instead of tolerating them, especially when it’s just the two of them. He’s quick to open the bottle, he won’t be taking any of these pills, not if he values the mobility of his body. But Soarynn will. He lets go of her face for only a moment, just to grab one of the white pills and press it against her lips as he kisses her, “Swallow it, pretty girl,” he says against her lips, pressing the pill into her mouth.

Soarynn whimpers but she does as he says and swallows it. It’s easy to pretend he takes on as well, to act like he can feel the tingly feeling that she’s feeling. Soarynn’s getting more frantic, more on edge as he keeps kissing her. But he reassures all her worries with soft kisses, eventually pulling her into his lap, his hands going under her skirt to grab her ass. Soarynn moans into the kiss, grinding on his thigh.

Coriolanus smirks, it’s working.

From what Festus described, the pills are meant to help you relax, but they also make you more compliant, easier to move around since they’ll nearly numb your entire body. And that’s exactly what Coriolanus wants. He doesn’t know how long it’ll take for everything to kick in but he starts to notice her loss of mobility ten minutes later when she can no longer clutch onto his dress shirt while he kisses her. Soarynn whimpers and it’s not from pleasure, it’s from fear.

“Coriolanus,” she says, “I don’t…I don’t feel so good.”

He feigns a look of concern and pulls away from her soft lips, placing a hand on her forehead. She’s got a faraway look in her eyes, and she’s swaying in his lap like she might fall over if he doesn’t keep his grip on her, “Do you need to lay down pretty girl?”

He doesn’t wait for a response before he lays her down on his bed, her legs splayed out, her hands trying to grip the sheets but failing as she loses more mobility. Coriolanus starts with her skirt, slipping it off her body and smirking when he sees she’s wearing a baby pink thong, with a little bow on the front. “You wear this just for me?” He asks, slipping his hands under her sweater. Soarynn whimpers, trying to move but she can’t. She can’t. She looks so pretty when she can’t.

It’s a bit harder to slip her sweater off. Soarynn whines when her arms flop back onto the bed, her chest nearly exposed if it weren't for the matching baby pink bra she's wearing. Coriolanus chuckles, remembering when he bought this very set for her. How ironic that now she's going to bleed in it. "You look so pretty Soarynn," he murmurs, tracing his fingertips down her stomach towards her covered cunt.

Soarynn tries to move but can't, she can barely make a sound let alone tell him to stop. Once he reaches her panties he peels them off, groaning at how wet she already is. Hadn't Festus mentioned that? Something about this pill making girls nice and wet for you? Festus would know, he's used these pills dozens of times, they're easy to get and easy to slip into a drink. Unless you're dumb like Soarynn and swallow it whole.

It's damn near embarrassing how wet Soarynn gets for Coriolanus now. He relishes the fact that no one else has ever touched her before, seen her like this before. He leans down and licks a stripe up her cunt, grinning when her hips slightly buck up, the pill's contents too strong for her to achieve much movement. He figures he might as well enjoy this while he can so he pries her thighs as far apart as they'll go, appreciating how flexible she is. Soarynn lets out another whine and he bites her inner thigh, "Hush Soarynn," he says, greedily eyeing her pretty cunt, "you should be thanking me for what I'm about to do to you."

He eats her out like a starved man from the Districts. She still tastes as sweet as she did the first time but for some reason, he finds her wetness even more addicting. Maybe it's the drug in her system. She lets out a few quiet moans but for the most part, she's silent, her chest rapidly rising and falling. Coriolanus takes his sweet time with her, lapping at her clit, biting it, sucking on it. He doesn't finger her though. He plans on stretching her out with his cock and a single finger might ruin his chances of seeing her bleed for him.

Coriolanus can tell she's getting close with the way her cunt starts to pulse, almost fluttering. Normally she'd be crying and whining and babbling all sorts of things but not today. It's a strange type of silence. Coriolanus has grown used to gauging how he's doing based off of girl's moans but Soarynn's always been quiet. Until it came to the bedroom.

She cums in his mouth, a wheeze slipping out of her lips as he continues eating her out, working her through her orgasm while getting soaked in the process. Coriolanus sits up and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, pleased with his work down there so far. He finally looks at Soarynn's face and there are tears streaming down her cheeks as she stares up at the intricately carved ceiling. He crawls over her body, cupping her face, "Don't cry pretty girl, I'm gonna make you feel so good," he whispers, using his other hand to tug down his pants. Soarynn closes her eyes, trying to block him out but it angers Coriolanus and he grabs her jaw, shaking it until her eyes fly open, wide with fear.

"Don't be a fucking brat," he hisses, "I've given you things you couldn't dream of and now you're going to be my good girl and take my cock like you should." He pulls down his boxers next, his cock springs out. Soarynn's seen it before, tasted it before but she's never had it lodged in her tight little cunt before.

He glances down at her spread legs and can't wait to bury himself between them. He looks up at Soarynn one more time and while he expects sadness or anger or even fear he's surprised with a different look. Betrayal. He scoffs and pinches her cheek, "Don't be like that baby, you should've known it would happen like this. But don't worry, you'll learn to love it, love me. I'm not letting you go after this, you're mine, my pretty girl."

Another tear falls down her cheek but he chooses to ignore it and focuses on lining up the tip of his cock with her entrance, "You save yourself for your future husband?" He asks, slightly taunting her. Lots of Capitol girls do it, thinking it'll make them more desirable. It makes them more of a target if anything but Coriolanus won't be the one to tell them that. He slowly begins to push in, ignoring the strained groan Soarynn lets out, her legs slightly twitching from the painful intrusion. He leans back over her, looking into those dazzling eyes, "It's a good thing your husband is fucking you right now."

He thrusts straight in, moaning at how fucking tight she is because heaven knows he's never had a tighter cunt before. Soarynn's eyes squeeze shut and she lets out a strangled scream, her face scrunching up, her entire body twitching. Coriolanus swears as he bottoms out, his tip brushing her sweet spot. "Fuck Soarynn," he gasps, "you're cunt is so fucking tight, can't believe it took me this long to fuck you." He slowly drags his cock out, wanting her to feel every vein, ridge, and inch of it before slamming back in.

Coriolanus sets a hard, punishing pace to start out, listening to the squelch her cunt is making as he fucks into her so deep. He looks down to see her stomach slightly bulging and laughs, "Look's like I'm already too big for you pretty girl, might have to cock train you, let my friends take you for a spin." Her eyes open at that threat and she looks terrified at the idea of his friends splitting her cunt open, laughing at her, taking turns fucking her throat. He shakes his head, his hand grabbing her throat and squeezing it, "Don't worry angel, I won't ever let anyone see this precious cunt but me. This is my cunt Soarynn, do you understand? Mine. Every fucking breath you take belongs to me, every orgasm, everything is mine now."

Soarynn's eyes are glassy as he fucks into her, her breasts bouncing up and down with every thrust. He almost wishes she could make more noise, so he could hear how fucking dumb she sounds, how good he's making her feel. He reaches down at rubs her clit and Soarynn gasps, "My dumb little fuckdoll," he croons, "so full of cock you can't even think can you baby? Maybe I should leave you like this, drugged up all the time. Tie you up, always ready for my cock, all you're good for is taking my cum hmm?" Soarynn's eyes start to roll to the back of her head and he can see her toes curling.

He squeezes her throat even tighter, cutting off her airflow, "You'll take my cum every fucking time do you understand? And if you don't, I'll rip that fucking birth control implant out of you and fuck my child into you, do you understand?" It's not like Soarynn can verbally respond but she actually attempts to nod and he's pleased with that.

His pretty girl is so obedient.

Coriolanus grunts, happy he got his message across and starts drilling into her sweet spot, determined to see Soarynn unravel around him. He moans when her walls flutter around his cock, sucking him in, "There you go pretty girl, give it to me, you know you want it. You were made for this, made for my cock, such a good girl for me Soarynn, I barely need to train you." He would train her, teach her his favorite positions, what to say, what to wear, what to do.

His own pretty little fuckdoll.

Finally, she cums and she looks so fucking pretty when she squeezed around him, she looks so scared when she cums, her body doesn't even know what to do. He continues fucking into her though, he won't ever stop until he is finished. She needs to learn that.

Coriolanus feels his thrusts getting more erratic and he sits up, grabbing her hips for leverage to fuck into her, "Take it," he grunts, feeling himself tip over the edge, "take it while you look so pretty for me."

He watches as her cunt takes everything he gives her, every drop of cum stuck in her dumb little cunt. He slowly pulls out, his eyes nearly rolling back when he sees his cock covered in her blood. It's leaking out onto his white bedsheets, mixed with their cum, mostly his cum. "Oh pretty girl," he says, swiping between her legs, "you were so perfect for me."

Soarynn doesn't even respond, he's not sure she's even conscious right now. Her eyes are closed and her body is limp, probably fucked out to the point of exhaustion. She'll have to learn that too, how to take it for multiple rounds. Coriolanus Snow isn't easily satisfied.

꧁ ꧂

Soarynn sleeps well into the middle of the night, curled up against his side. He cleaned her up, bathed her, wiped away the cum and her blood. Soarynn wasn't awake for the clean-up or aftercare but she would be in the future. Coriolanus was sound asleep when he hears the sound of sniffling. He slowly opens his eyes and looks up to see Soarynn sitting up, her knees pulled to her chest as she cries. When he places his hand on her bare back she flinches, "Soarynn," he whispers, his voice deep with sleep. Soarynn shakes her head, "No, no, you...you get away from me," she sobs, trying to get off the bed but he's faster than her and wraps his strong arms around her. "Soarynn," he starts again but his quiet, pretty girl is suddenly so loud.

"NO!" She screams, kicking and squirming in his hold, "No you let me go! Don't touch me after...after what you...what you did," she whispers the last part, her voice breaking as she sobs again, her small frame shaking. Coriolanus can only hold her tight, letting her cry while he presses soft kisses to her bare shoulder while she mourns her stolen girlhood, "Soarynn I love you," he whispers, feeling her go still in his hold, "and I...I didn't know how to tell you or show you but I'm sorry if I ever hurt you in any way, it was never my intention." All lies but she doesn't need to know that. Coriolanus needs her wrapped around his finger.

Soarynn shudders, sniffling, "You lied to me, you lied about everything." Her voice is hoarse. So she's upset about everything, typical. "It wasn't a lie," he insists, maneuvering her around until she's facing him, nearly in his lap, "but let me tell you the truth." His piercing blue eyes stare into hers with such intensity she seems frozen, "No one will ever love you the way I love you. And now that you're used, no one will ever give you a chance, you can kiss any marriage prospects goodbye," he says without a trace of sympathy.

Even in the dark, he can see her whole world falling apart, "Think about it. You have no family besides, your dad who's just as quiet as you. He'd already have a hard time finding you a proper match but now that you're not a virgin it'll be nearly impossible. Besides baby, you're perfect for me, everyone thinks so. Don't ruin your chances because of something as little as your pride."

Soarynn's bottom lip trembles and it seems she comes to terms with what he's just told her. More lies but she's so dumb and naive. "You love me?" She asks, her fingers shaking, her arms covered in goosebumps. Coriolanus nods so earnestly that he almost believes himself. He's sure he can find love in his heart for her someday but not now. Who the hell falls in love one month into their relationship?

"I do," he tells her, holding her so tight as if she could break at any moment. Soarynn wipes her tears, her shoulders slouching in defeat, "Okay," she says, her voice so soft and gentle compared to how she addressed him a mere seconds ago, "I love you too."

Coriolanus grins, he's won again. He pressed a kiss to her lips, this one she returns after a moment of hesitance but he chooses to ignore it. He knows it'll be harder now, making it up to her. He'll have to dote on her, buy her gifts, take her on more dates, be the perfect boyfriend. She'll have to get used to him though, his drive to put her in her place, how rough he can get when he's angry. If she wants him to love her, she'll have to love him too. The good the bad and the ugly. It's a good thing Coriolanus is handsome. She's the perfect match.

His pretty girl.

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misseviehyde · 7 months

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BULLI-CURE

Looking down at the struggling girl in front of her, Lisa felt a flash of shame and guilt at what she was doing - though it was quickly expunged by remembering all the horrible things this bitch had done to her and Melody.

She had tied her daughters bully to a chair, and gagged her - using loops of rope to tie each arm to the chair rests and importantly each of Kayla's wrists, so each of the girls hands was accessible.

Now try as she might to struggle, Kayla was trapped and unable to stop Lisa from carrying out the second part of her desparate plan to fix things.

After all - wasn't this all her fault? She was the one who had paid for Kate - once her daughters best-friend - to get a set of nails from the salon down the road. She was the one who had enabled Kate to become Kayla.

Kate's Mom and Dad had always been neglectful, and Kate had almost been like another daughter to Lisa. She and Melody were joined at the hip and wherever her daughter went, Kate had gone too.

Kate always looked so drab, she never had pretty dresses or nice hair. She was a tomboy with no confidence. When her birthday had come along and her parents hadn't bought her a present Lisa had felt heartbroken.

She'd decided SHE would get Kate something nice. She would buy her a makeover and pay for her to get her nails done.

The salon in town had only been too happy to help. They'd asked Lisa exactly what sort of nails and makeover she'd like to give Kate.

"Oh, she's such a fragile little thing. Can you make her feel more confident and assertive. Can you also make it so that she gets to be the centre of attention for once and that her parents and everyone else spoil her a little bit?"

She'd driven Kate to the salon and ushered her inside. Kate had looked unsure, she'd never been to a nail salon before but Lisa had just smiled encouragingly.

"Go on - then I'll drive us back later. Melody may even be a little jealous of you, but she'll understand."

The salon had insisted that Kate go into a backroom and Lisa had waited outside. She had heard some strange noises in the back - it sounded like a woman moaning and the rustling of clothing, the clicking of heels.

Intrigued she had waited until the receptionist wasn't watching and then quickly snuck into the back. A strange pink glowing light was emenating from a partially closed door and sneaking over, Lisa had peered through.

"Mmmmmmh oh FUCK YESS! Make me into a bitch, I love how this feels!"

Seated in the centre of the room, her legs spread wide and a manicured set of fingers eagerly rubbing her tight shave pussy was Kate.

Her other hand was currently being held by a woman who was applying the last of a set of pink glossy nails. As each one attached to Kate's fingers they glowed pink and she screamed in lust.

The nails seemed to be changing Kate, each one was twisting and bending her body - corrupting her and making her into someone new. Her short brown hair was now long and blonde and as another nails slid into place, it became even silkier and sexier.

Soft pink lips pushed out into a pout as mean blue eyes shone with cruel triumph. Large firm breasts now pushed out from Kate's chest and she was as skinny and curvaceous as a supermodel.

Her clothing had transformed into an expensive figure hugging dress with transparent panels and long sleeves. Expensive jewelry dripped from her body and the smell of Chanel perfume filled the air.

Six inch heels now crowned Kate's feet, a matching pedicure to her new evil manicure on every toe.

Kate's skin was now flawless and tanned, her eyes made up with long fake lashes and her body a wet dream. She looked like a mean popular rich girl and her posture suggested she felt like one too.

As the final nail slid into place, Kate screamed and moaned in triumph. "YES! That loser Kate is fucking dead - I AM KAYLA. Mmmmh I feel so yummy and evil, I love what your magic nails have done to me."

Backing away in horror, to her shame a little turned on, Lisa staggered back to the waiting room and she was stunned a few minutes later when the newly transformed Kayla strode in and looked at her with a twist of disgust on her pretty lips.

"Drive me home you fucking loser, I have things to do."

Lisa didn't know what else to do. She took Kayla home, only when she pulled up to the house where she thought Kayla lived the other girl screamed in rage.

"Are you fucking retarded. I don't live here. I live at the mansion on 1st street."

Lisa found herself driving into the most expensive part of town. She dropped Kayla off in amazement, who without even a thank you strode off into the most expensive looking house on the street.

It didn't take Lisa long to realise that the nails had someone changed Kate and also the reality around her. For some reason Lisa hadn't been affected, but she quickly surmised it might be because she had witnessed the transformation and therefore been immune to some of it's effects.

To everyone else, Kayla was now the richest most spoiled bitch in town. She was a mean, popular bully who didn't care who she hurt.

Lisa went back to the salon, but they just laughed and said she must be mistaken about what she'd seen. A week later when she tried to go back with the police, it was to find the premises were closed down and the business had mysteriously moved.

Meanwhile Kayla's nails showed no signs of aging out or chipping. It was as if they were indestructible. They also seemed to obey her whims. If she needed yellow nails, they would change, if she wanted them French Manicured - they would alter to suit her mood. Lisa began to realise with horror that the transformation was permanent.

Six months passed and Kayla became the terror of the town. She was now dating the hottest boy at school and was relentlessly bullying Melody.

Once the two girls had been almost like sisters, now Kayla seemed to enjoy destroying and hurting Melody, almost as if it disgusted her to be reminded of her old life.

She would make jokes about Melody, physically push her around, spread malicious gossip and even turn everyone else against her. Watching Melody come home night after night, weeping and crying had broken Lisa's heart.

She had turned Kate into this monster, she had to fix it.

It hadn't been easy to capture Kayla. The bitch was suspicious and cruel, catching her off guard and knocking her out with chloroform hadn't been easy. Dragging her into the car, driving her home, tying her up... it had all been difficult.

But now she was here and Lisa was determined to remove the evil magic nails from her if it killed her.

Kayla was fighting like a wild cat as Lisa grabbed her hand and examined the nails. They looked glossy and hard, powerful and impossible to remove. She grabbed a bottle of the strongest nail remover she could find and dumped it over the nails.

She waited a few minutes and yanked at one, but it was welded to Kayla's finger and appeared unaffected by the varnish remover The girl snarled, but her eyes flashed triumphantly. Her eyes said 'you fucking bitch, this isn't going to work'.

Lisa felt a surge of despair. Next she tried a solvent, but that didn't work either. The nails were magical and unaffected by anything she did.

Sobbing Lisa reached down and her own nail clashed against Kayla's. She felt a strange tingle and as she watched the colour began to flow from Kayla's fingernail onto her own.

Lisa's mouth dropped open as she watched one glossy nail transfer to her index finger - smooth, pink and sexy. Kayla convulsed and Lisa saw to her astonishment that her hair was suddenly shorter and darker than it had been.

The nails couldn't be removed, but they could be transfered to a new host!

Pinning down Kayla's hand, Lisa carefully lined up her nails with Kayla's and touched them. She moaned as she felt the slutty evil nails sliding across and sucking onto her own hand. Each one locked into place, and she flexed her fingers admiring the smooth glossy claws and how good they looked.

"Mmmmh fuck yes, give me more," snarled Lisa laughing to see the fear in Kayla's eyes as her body began to change back into Kate's. "Not so cocky now are you bitch?"

Reaching down with her other hand - whilst using her manicured hand to touch herself, Lisa moaned pleasurably as she felt the rest of the nails transfer over to her.

Her whole body tingled and she felt her aging skin become smoother and her hair take on lustre and depth again. Her sagging tits pushed out and swelled up as her ass expanded and her drab clothing became expensive and rich.

Lisa could feel her personality changing and it felt good. Why be some fucking boring housewife when she could be a hot slutty rich bitch who got everything she wanted.

"Ohhhhh Kayla... or is that Kate? I paid for these nails so I must be their true owner. That must be why I was able to transfer them over to me. Now I'm the bitch and you're nothing!"

Lisa stretched, enjoying how good her now younger and fitter body felt. "Mmmmh ohhh yes, that sadsac Lisa is gone, I'm Isla the trophy wife now. My husband is a rich loser who can't stop me cuckolding him every chance I get. My daughter Melody is the biggest bitch in town and you're her pathetic victim."

Kate was now back to normal and staring up at the dominant woman in front of her in horror.

Suddenly the door opened and a big titted blonde bitch in a cheerleader uniform walked in. She looked a little bit like Melody, but a twisted and evil version.

"Hey Mom, what is this loser doing tied up in our house?"

Isla laughed at her protegee and stroked her daughters hair. "She's yours to play with daughter. I hope you enjoy."

Leaving Kate's fate with her daughter, Isla strode away. She had a date with a big black cock and she couldn't wait to wrap her evil new nails around it. Being bad felt so good.

Nothing beat having a good bulli-cure on your fingers...

THE END

#evil bitch #evie hyde #bully tf #magic nails #power swap #bitchification

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harringtonspolaroids · 2 years

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omg ok so robin x popular! reader where she’s a cheerleader who robin thought was out of her league (and straight) but they both just have massive crushes on each other

a/n: anon this literally took me out of my writers block ty ty i loved this sm 🙏🙏 also the ending kinda sucks but its wtv !!

word count: 1054

warnings: light cursing, this is not proofread

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 | 𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲

Robin sighed as she watched you walk right in front of her, with the rest of the cheer squad onto the gym’s floor.

She tried to look uninterested, like she merely thought the team's dancing and efforts to draw the crowds attention was just decent. But Robin couldn’t help but look at you. The way your smile seemed to brighten the entire room, the way you waved your arms and jumped around laughing, shaking those ridiculous green and white pom poms. She thought you looked like the most gorgeous girl in Hawkins, hell, maybe even in all of Indiana.

Then the basketball team walked out onto the floor.

You so clearly liked them. Robin watched you try to hide your embarrassment of being singled out by one of the team players, as he sent you a wink. Robin rolled her eyes at his pathetic attempts to flirt, but she couldn’t deny that was partly jealousy. She wanted to be the one who made you get all nervous, she wanted to be the one you liked, not some ugly basketball player that probably reeked of trashy cologne and was a total pig.

Robin just faked a smile and continued playing her trumpet. It was ridiculous to think that you would ever like her, even as a friend. You were too good for her.

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

You let out a laugh, as the guy whose name you had kind of already forgotten, continued rattling on about a party you’d skipped over the weekend.

In reality, you weren’t paying attention to him. Your locker was at the perfect location, right in front of the band room, allowing you to peer inside. Sure the people you mostly associated with thought they were all a bunch of dorks and losers, but you thought they had substance. Specifically the girl with the short hair and raspy voice. You had never gotten her name. All you knew was that she was pretty, and nice, and funny. Or at least you hoped so. You didn’t really talk.

“See you Friday?” the boy looked nervous, and you didn’t even remember what plans you had agreed to.

“Of course, I’ll see you then, buddy!” You cringed slightly at your use of the phrase, but Jesus Christ you had no idea how to let him down easily.

You watched as he left, some disappointment in his eyes.

Robin walked out of the band room, her backpack slung over her shoulder, as she held her trumpet case in her hand. She hated having practice because you would always be right outside, close enough that if she wanted to she could just talk to you, yet still out of reach. Yet it seemed that today, you would be closer to her than before.

“Ohhhhh, shit, I’m so sorry-” Robin stammered as she knelt to the floor picking up the instrument’s case.

“No- no- it’s my fault I totally tripped you- on accident of course, I never would've wanted to trip you on purpose it’s just that I wasn’t looking.” You rambled on kneeling on the floor to help pick up some sheet music that had also fallen onto the floor.

You looked up over at her, as your hands met when you reached for a paper. “Oh, is this supposed to be for the next game?”

“I’m sorry what?” Robin's mouth felt dry, she couldn’t believe she was standing in your sheer presence and now you were talking to her and touching her hand? It felt unreal.

You waved the paper in the air as you handed it to her, “Is it the music for the basketball game, next week?”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s uhm, supposed to be for the next game- you already knew that though because you just said it and of course you are going to be at the next game because you, well cheer and- and I- I cannot shut up holy shit… I’m sorry. You probably don’t,” Robin cleared her throat, “want to hear me talk that much. Shutting up now.” Robin let out a nervous laugh. She was so convinced she had ruined everything, even the chance of you becoming friends or even just people who you talked to in the hallway.

“It’s totally okay, don’t worry about it. It’s actually kinda cute.”

Robin was sure she looked like a deer standing in front of headlights. Her brain was definitely fried from pulling all nighters and drinking too much coke. There was no way you just called her “cute”.

Calling her “cute” was totally different from you calling her “nice” or “friendly” or even “not as annoying as everyone said.” And there was also no way you were actually flirting with her. Or were you?

Robin’s mind felt like it was running a thousand miles a second.

You could feel what you thought was an uncomfortable silence. Maybe Robin didn’t get your hint. “Hey you know what I just remembered? I’m supposed to come up with a new routine for the girls on the team- its a whole thing- but, I was thinking, maybe I could come over and practice at your place on Friday and you could serve as the music? It’s silly, I know but-”

“It’s not silly at all, it sounds like a great idea. I love it, but are you sure you don’t have plans with your boyfriend?” It was Robin’s last ditch effort to confirm that you were in fact into girls.

“I don’t have a boyfriend. I’m actually not really looking for a boyfriend right now,” you said, trying to enunciate the boy part of it all.

Robin’s eyes were wide open as she got your message, “Oh! Okay, then yeah it totally works for me, I can swing by later and give you my place…”

“So it’s a date?” you asked hopefully.

Robin swallowed, “Yeah. A date.”

You smiled and squeezed Robin’s arm, “I can’t wait.”

Robin watched you float down the hall, a new bounce in your step as you headed over to a group of girls Robin wasn’t really a fan of. ‘A date’. The words echoed in Robin’s mind. She was going on a date with you. It felt truly unreal. Yet somehow, a part deep inside of Robin felt like it was meant to be. It was just you and her.

#robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley fanfic #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley x you #also the title and general storyline was also heavily inspired by you belong with me - taylor swift so do with that you will

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hii!! do you have any headcanons/thoughts/woteva about transfem felix? also your blog is incredible, peace and love <3

of course i have thoughts about transfem! fem + thank you so much for liking my blog!!!! you’re so kind,, peace & love sent your way as well 💕🌟

- has always felt dysphoric about her height since she’s so tall and she’s always been the tallest person in her class though once college started she kinda just accepted her height& how it won’t change lol

- first started realizing signs of her feeling “different” from all the other boys in her class when she would gravitate towards hanging out with the girls in her classes, playing with different toys (literally throwing temper tantrums if she didn’t have the same toys / ability to play dress up with venetia), etc

- dysphoria really started hitting when puberty & middle school started…was always popular and thought to be a “ladies man” by his peers and teachers even though she would only hangout with girls / talk to them about typical “girly things” + having small little crushes on boys she would keep to herself

- venetia was the first person she came out to!! they’ve been close since birth so it was kinda impossible not to tell her,, probably told her after coming home from school (first time she was ever ridiculed for being “too feminine” or a “fairy” etc) and of course venetia listened and comforted her like a good sister would + she always wanted a sister anyway

- as time progresses felix starts growing out her hair a little longer, not thing too long, but shoulder length so she could start tucking hair behind her hair + wear headbands whenever it got too hot outside (no one in her inner circle really questioned it that much, of course there were some bad people though venetia taught felix to really start standing up for herself not letting “those” comments get to her”

- sometimes when it’s late at night (during the summer before meeting ollie) felix sneaks off to venetia’s room where she can snoop around and play with her makeup and clothes,, of course the clothes don’t really fit properly but being able to see herself in something she truly feels more comfortable in helps a lot

- starts to go out shopping with elspeth for more flowy linen shirts, maybe even snagging some from the women’s section to try things out in the name of “fashion” and of course elspeth is fine with it, she was a “fashionista” back in her day, and would ultimately kill felix if she dressed in anything “ill-fitting / drab” (aka no poor people clothes LOL) also felix’s gender isn’t really questioned by his parents all too much?? elspeth knew felix was always different but never felt any sort of way once she started noticing her “son” isn’t really her “son” if you know what i mean

- also (if this wasn’t obvious) felix is fine with her birth name! she doesn’t really get dysphoric from it, only ever really feeling insecure about her body hair & muscles (but i mean the people around her aren’t really complaining about how nice her body looks so she’s kinda okay with it,, she is felix catton after all lmao biggest attention whore of all time)

- manages to dress femininely without being “clocked” for being trans if that makes sense?? like ever since venetia helped her with standing up for herself she doesn’t really take shit from anyone plus no one can really say anything about her because of her status.. for example flowy women’s shirts, button ups etc are always in rotation in her wardrobe same with baggy pants because she really couldn’t be bothered lol though dressing up for dinner is quite literally the bane of her existence

- when first meeting ollie she is essentially head over heels (converse lol) because how could she not be? like ollie is the perfect example of a “save me” “my life is so tragic” story felix essentially gets off on it + she finds him extremely cute

- big jump to when it’s the summer of saltburn and the two are extremely close ollie discloses how he’s trans and felix feels so comforted!! because finally! FINALLY! she’s met someone else who is like her and really can understand what it’s like (to an extent since she’s more of a social butterfly than ollie is)

- cue felix properly trying on a well fitting dress in front of ollie for a party that’s being hosted at saltburn (i don’t know the theme though i know i want to see felix in a dress experiencing the biggest gender euphoria moment known to man) and she is just over the moon!!!!! her and ollie probably sneak off somewhere (even though everyone wants to be with felix) to talk more abt their experiences with gender, getting drunk, and ultimately making out against some wall of some kind)

- loves the way how ollie makes her feel when they are making out,, just treating her so gently yet not feeling scared to take control and hold onto felix’s waist & bite her lip and she’s never EVER had an encounter like this with someone else so being able to share it with ollie is just so special…ollie probably slots his leg between felix’s as they grind on each other making the most delicious sounds everrrrrrrrrr

I LOVE T4T CATTONQUICK !!!!!!!!! TRANS LOVE FOR THE WIN! 😵‍💫⚧️

#wormswurld answers #ask #ask me anything #ask anything #lgbtqia #saltburn #oliver quick #saltburn posting #felix catton #cattonquick #felix x oliver #saltburn 2023 #mtf! felix catton #ftm! oliver quick #t4t #wormswurld brainrot 🌟

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hana-no-seiiki · 1 year

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༊*·˚ GUEST IS GOD CUSTOMER SERVICE お客様は神様カスタマーサービス ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

☎️ . . . HELLO HELLO! You have reached the Guest is God’s customer service line. How may I help you, dearest guest? ♡

Oh, you’re new ? My my, why don’t I introduce you to our establishment first, shall we ?

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The Guest is God Host Club is home to many of our fantastic hosts here to make your day, afternoon, or evening a little more interesting. Our employees cover a vast amount of needs our visitors might want from a regular old friend to talk to or maybe a dominant sexual deviant to spend the night with !

It’s important to know that despite our guests position as gods and goddesses of our club, to touch and perform any type of activities must with our hosts must first ask for consent. The best way would be to use our in-house formats such as “May this god . . . ? “ or “Could you service this god by . . . ?” as our staff are trained to respond immediately to this call.

If you break any of the rules, especially the one above, you are to be eliminated escorted outside the premises and blacklisted from entering.

So, dearest Guest. Please make sure to read our rulebook thoroughly !

Now that you know what The Guest is God is, how about I introduce you to our hosts and hostesses?

Now I may be a bit biased, but [L/N] [Y/N] has got to be my favorite ♡ You’ll find them to be the best match for you if you’re interested in the maid types . [Y/N] may act like a bit of a brat at times however, as such it’s your job as our guest to put them in their place ! We can’t have a disobedient servant after all . Oh oh, and I heard, if you pay extra you can bring them home to do your chores and what not. Aren’t you just excited by the thought of —

[ You hear an awfully loud cough from the other side and a couple of smacks. ]

Thanks but th-that hurt, y’know!

Fine ! Fine ! Moving on. Geez.

Now, Hazu Kashi is our latest addition so there may be times he . . . gets out of character but rest assured he’ll get to an acceptable level . . . one day. He’s supposed to represent the Dominant Daddy type but he’s a bit too shy. I honestly don’t know what boss was thinking trying to —

[ Another smack, this time much, much louder ]

He does pack a hit however! [ groan ] Making him the perfect sadist to entertain any of your masochistic needs!

Unto our next host, shall we?

If you’re looking for a more experienced worker. Ms. Hilda Mcguire might be more up your speed. She has worked here for close to a decade now and used to be the top of the ranks before [Y/N]. If you’re into the classic femme fatale who’ll sweep you right off your feet then I suggest scheduling a meeting with her.

Mmm . . . who next . . .

Oh Oh! If you’re up for even more spice in your life, might I direct you to our very own Orochi Kimura! The Yandere Lover. Signing up for them is a little tricky though. Buncha waivers regarding privacy and the lack thereof moving forward with his contract, possible missing peers and family members, bloody letters and what not.

Ah, you want something a little more tame?

Keisuke Abe is pretty rough around the edges. If you like a little excitement but not - well risk your life and all that. Keisuke is pretty fun to hang out with. Though the smell of alcohol in his dedicated room is quite nauseating. He’s great at bringing people out of their shells !

For guests with more expensive tastes, I recommend Junichiro and Nao. Jun is the perfect sugar baby for those whose time is little and wallets big. Give him a gift or two and he’ll be yours to use however you’d like. Nao on the other hand is for guests who love to be on the receiving end.

Tired of demure partners? Why don’t you try Masashi? Personally I wouldn’t hang out more than I have to with the grump, but surprisingly he’s quite popular with the folks here. Some people really do like getting insulted 24/7 huh?

On the other hand, if you like the definition of bland . . . er - shy. Well Haku, Hazu’s twin, should be right up your alley! He’s more of a listener than a talker, so he’s usually partnered with chatty clients.

Let’s get some estrogen back in for our last few introductions . . .

Hinata has to be my second favorite next to [Y/N]. She used to work as a regular old nurse both in and out of the club until Boss was looking for a potential replacement for the latter. Fortunately I heard that [Y/N]’s graduation was cancelled so they’re both available at the moment. As a host she’s pretty similar but with less of the formal speech and more of the motherly vibes, y’know?

Emi Ishii is a jack of all trades when it comes to the sibling-con types. May it be the clingy little sister or the big boobie- [cough] nice older sister, Emi’s got ya covered! A little warning though, that girl can talk for hours if you pick the little sister option. Even I got winded.

And last but not least, we have our general staff members. You might encounter us once in a while during your stays inside the club.

Our boss Mr. Melchior is basically as old as time at this point. I heard from Ms. Hilda that he’s been here since she started working ten years ago and he has not age a bit! He can be really, really scary when people break the rules . .

Ursa or what we usually call her, Bear, is in charge of security. Nothing gets past her sight. If you ever see a big bear mask and claws. Make sure you’re in your best possible behavior.

If you’re having scheduling problems or issues with how your host is acting, please contact either Akihiko Sugimoto or Mei Lan. They’re in-charge of human resources and management respectively.

A quick ring of a bell will alert Kin, our cleaner of any messes you’d like to have gone. He doesn’t exactly talk so don’t expect a conversation if you ever pass by him down the halls.

And last but not least, little old me! I man the desk 24/7. No rest for the wicked they say h a h a! You can call me Youko. I’ll be handling your documents, log in times, and what-not in addition to any questions you may have about The Guest is God.

You still need a bit more time to choose?

Once you’ve made a decision just give this number another ring. I’ll be right here to guide you along the sign-up process.

Hope to see you here soon, Mr. Eden Whitlock!

GUEST IS GOD REGULARS: [reply to be added to the taglist]

©️ hana-no-seiiki 2023.

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I'm trying to teach here!

Sasuhina; Anbu Captain x Academy teacher au inspired by @hanchu27 's art on twitter

Hinata Hyuga used to be an esteemed heiress but that title was stripped from her when she was young now at the prime age of 22 she was an academy teacher. The Kindest of them all some would say. Though her reputation,pride and family life had struck sore she found many beautiful things later in life one of them was caring for children making them feel happy and needed in a way she had needed when she was younger, in the way her sensei Kurenai and team mates Kiba,Shino and even Akamaru did when she had been at her lowest point.

There was nothing particularly exciting in her life after she became a simple academy teacher sure . . . she still had a teeny crush on a certain blonde from the academy and admired his goofy smile and enthusiastic attitude every now and then when he came to the academy to meet up with Iruka sensei, but even now she could only observe from afar.

"Hyuga sensei!" her class shouted waking Hinata from her thoughts.

"Oh sorry I spaced out again didn't I?" she said smiling apologetically as a few student giggled

"Yeah you did," Mai Taisu, a popular kid in the class snickered. Hinata was aware of Taisu's rude behavior but she made sure that no other students got hurt in any way because of it. Right now the child was just saying empty words so she'd allow the disrespect besides she was an adult that meant she was the responsible one.

"I think it's kinda cute"

The whole class turned around to see a man with a cat mask and black and gray attire. He was a regular visitor yet no one knew his name. Well No one except the teacher herself.

"Neko san!" Many of the students in the class cheered as the man in the Anbu mask walked into the classroom from his spot in the corner.

"Now,now don't let me distract you please, listen to Hyuga-sensei"

Hinata could already imagine the devilish smirk that hid behind his mask

‘The destruction is already done and he has the gall to say pay attention’ she thought irritably before turning back to her class plastering a smile.

"Kids I'm afraid it's recess time so if you can go outside in a single file lin--"

The class erupted with shouting and everyone scrambling to get out in a matter of minutes. It was quite the commotion but also quite common for the academy teachers.

I think they're more excited about recess than becoming shinobi Hinata thought as she collected the papers left on the students' desks

She felt the presence of the Anbu captain beside her seeing him at one of the desks through the corner of her eye.

"Let me help you with that" he collected the papers in lightning fast speed, handing them to her a few seconds after saying the phrase.

His hand was outstretched to return the papers to her yet she was careful not to actually touch his hand.

"Thank you Anbu san." she said quietly walking back to her desk

"You know you can call me Sasuke" he called out from behind her

"You are in uniform, it would be disrespectful to the Anbu if I referred to you so informally" she replied, reaching for a chocolate big she had stashed in her desk so the students wouldn't go rabid.

"Is that chocolates" Sasuke asked peering over her shoulder

"won't you give me a few?" he asked his left hand to directly horizontal to hers on the desk but with enough distance so he wasn't *actually* touching her.

"This... is not for you" she replied, her tone a bit more harsh from the close proximity slightly adjusting herself so they were further apart "And you HATE sweets" she said almost accusingly

"Hmm. Then I suppose that you will show me some love TONIGHT... Right? Hyuuga-sensei?"

"What did you say?"

"I said you'll make me some chocolates later today right? We do live next to each other" he said overwriting his previous words even though she *clearly* heard him.

"I suppose . . ." she said gruffly

The Anbu captain stuck around hidden in the shadows for the entirety of her lesson which annoyed her but she didn't say anything about it, his presence only conscious in the back of her mind.

"Well that's the end of the lesson if you have any questions--"

"Why don't you ever teach us any fun stuff Hinata Sensei" Taisu asked, her feet on her desk a sign of blatant disrespect but Hinata ignored it.

"yeah . ." a few other kids agreed. Hinata knew the lessons weren't always fun but they were a crucial part of history and to becoming a shinobi

"Well I apologize you feel that way but this information is crucial" Hinata argued

"You just don't know how to teacher correctly" Taisu scoffed "what else can be expected from a--" Taisu stopped mid sentence with Hinata looking at her sternly.

"that is enough Taisu your recess time will be cut in half tomorrow if you can't handle a few boring lessons you will not be able to handle being a shinobi" Hinata spoke sternly

"Class dismissed"

The children said hurried good byes and see you tomorrows to their teacher seemingly scared by her tone of voice

Taisu mumbled under her breath from the punishment but didn't argue as she left

Hinata then turned around

"Stop scaring my students" Hinata scolded the Anbu captain who looked at her innocently taking off his mask.

"What? I'm not even doing anything"

Hinata sighed in frustration "Sasuke san as much as I appreciate you defending me I can fight my own battles especially against my own students" she replied she knew his presence had frightened her students he tended to do that when they showed a disrespectful attitude towards her.

She then walked to the chalkboard briskly to erase the lesson plan

"Where are you going?" He smirks not at all fazed by her scolding from earlier, "I'm not done with you yet...Hyuuga-sensei." he teased walking behind her before she grabbed his hand

"I'll talk to you after class" Hinata responded guiding him to the door forcefully to get him to leave

"what--- no fair," he whined but Hinata had already pushed him out the door, slumping against the door's hard surface.

This Anbu Captain Was A Problem.

The References:

Thank you so much @hanchu27 for the inspiration I'm looking forward to making more chapters with your art.

#sasuhina #fanfic #sasuhina oneshot #sasuhina fanfic #sasuhina fanart #Academy teacher x Anbu Captain #chef's kiss

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dadsbongos · 11 months

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chapter 1 - two of hearts

2.2K words

warnings - bi reader (just because i felt like it)

masterlist / next chapter

Eddie squints, fingers tightening around the plastic bag of devil’s lettuce in his palm, “You came here for what?”

Mike sighs, a hand threading through his tangled hair as he reaches out for the weed, Eddie yanking the bag back before he can snatch it. Laying his hands flat on the wooden picnic table, Mike looks up tentatively at Eddie, as if approaching a wild animal, “So.”

“Uh oh?”

“Just listen - so, the deal is that my girlfriend, Jane- “ Mike reaches up and gestures between the both of them, “You remember her, right?”

“Yeah,” Eddie nods surely, stuffing the bag of contraband into his black, metal lunchbox, “Nice girl.”

“Well, she’s got this strict dad, right?”

“Hopper?” Eddie hums, “He seems nuts.”

“He is, he’s got this rule that Jane can’t date unless her sister does,” and this is when the shoe drops - Eddie’s eyes widen, “Which is where you come in,” he watches Eddie’s expression carefully, “I wanna hire you to take out my girlfriend’s sister.”

Eddie’s response is trapped in his throat, then his head shakes - before he can even think straight, he’s waving his hand in refusal, “No. Her? No! You could not pay me to take her out.”

You’re a renowned tempestuous young woman - or as he hears muttered between his peers, a “heinous bitch”.

“What if I actually pay you?”

Eddie tilts his head, knuckles rapping against the wood bench, “Well how much?”

“Thirty per date. Upfront.”

He knows Mike can afford that with his comfortable family in their lofty, two-story house.

So Eddie punches up.

“Forty,” and he internally rejoices when one of Mike’s hands outstretches to shake his - but instead of relenting this excitement, he asks, “What kind of stuff does she like?”

Mike blanks. That airheaded stare people get in their eyes when they have no clue what you’re saying but try to appear as though they do. Mike gets that look a lot.

“You don’t know?” Eddie’s brows raise, he grins and blows air through puckered lips, “You’re a terrible brother-in-law, Michael.”

“She’s the older one! It’s her job to get to know me.”

“Bad excuse.”

“Whatever,” Mike rolls his eyes and pushes himself up from the table, swinging a leg over the bench, “Thanks,” before he can wander too far, he pauses, “Actually, there’s this club - The Sunset - she goes Wednesdays and Saturdays.”

“And tomorrow is Saturday,” Eddie blurts.

Mike hums, over-exaggerated and nothing except sarcastic, “Tomorrow is Saturday - so have fun at The Sunset, Munson!”

The Sunset is a popular spot just outside Hawkins - particularly favored by women in outfits from Molly Ringwald’s closet and kind hearts from a Miss USA interviewer’s daydream. Definitely not the first place people would search for Eddie “the freak” Munson if he were a wanted criminal.

But forty bucks is forty bucks.

So Eddie “the freak” Munson drags a hand over his face and groans, loud and tired, “Sounds like a date.”

From the outside, The Sunrise is an average bar. Few and far windows, plain paint with a red neon sign plastered across the top half of the building. Another neon sign, royal purple, animates itself to spell ‘OPEN’ glass tube letter by glass tube letter.

Based on the inside, Eddie can tell that men typically don’t visit these parts. If he were to speak plainly, he thinks men - specifically, the men that visit bars - are usually insufferable. It’s in the rose pink, rose painting-speckled, peachy-lit hallway that he comes to completely realize this. Even with the same cheesy checkerboard tiled floors, The Sunset with all its shifting lamps and bulbs that paint its women in oranges, pinks, purples, and blues - is far more aesthetically pleasing than The Hideout. But The Hideout has always been safer for metalheads.

And judging by the beloved Stacey Q’s Two of Hearts that he can hear all the way from the hallway, this place is not so tender to his particular breed of outcast. It’s more loving to your brand - the brand that dances with Barb Holland and Robin Buckley under princess pink lights. He decides to linger by the bar’s white counter that, aside from a couple of copper rings, is nearly sparkling clean.

When your throat suddenly cinches and your skin beats a little hotter between soft dresses and softer skin in the crowd, you lean into Barb and raise your voice for her to hear, “I need water!”

“Get me one too?”

Robin perks up and despite your suspicion of her not knowing what you’re talking about, pitches in, “Me too!”

And despite the rolling of your eyes, you nod and meander to the bar.

As you wait, a voice crawls over the back of your neck, “Woah, fancy seeing you here.”

It's one you recognize damn near instantly, not that you’d ever let him know that. So when three bottles of water are in your hands and the bartender is paid, you quirk a brow at the Eddie Munson, “Do I know you?”

“Eddie,” he sticks out a hand, smile glittering like cartoon pearls in the dim lights, “Eddie Munson.”

You don’t take his hand - part by choice and part by how full your own are - but you do say your name back, “What’re you doing here of all places?”

His hand falls against the counter when you make no move to shake it, “Oh, you know, just heard this was the spot to be.”

Taking a peek at the thin Slayer shirt sagging off his sinewy arms, you turn him around by the jean-vest shoulder and trace the DIO patch in the center of his back. He almost jumps at the feather trace that sparks through his spine. It’s bizarre. Spinning him back around, you grin - snarky and critical and all disbelieving, “Yeah, this sure is your spot.”

Through shifting crowds and bumping elbows and shoulders, you still manage to catch how Barb and Robin stare at you so bewildered and wide-eyed. You pay Eddie no mind - you don’t even look back. So Eddie resigns himself to a sigh before leaning across the counter to a woman with inky black coils and ‘NIA’ printed across the top corner of her uniform top.

“Is there a phone I can use?”

She jerks her head to a bubblegum phone on the wall, “Press ‘1’ before dialing.”

Eddie forgets to press ‘1’ and so calling his woodland princess friend takes two tries.

“Cunningham residence - Chrissy speaking.”

“Chris! It’s Eddie, I need a favor,” his back straightens, and he leans against the black sparkly wall, “Is there a party you know about that the general population doesn’t yet?”

He can hear the gears in her head click as she hums, “Stacey Bennett is planning something for this weekend, why?”

“I need something to bring Hopper’s daughter to,” and slams the phone onto the candy pink hook.

Diana Ross’ I’m Coming Out falls down over the floor and the lighting shifts a little more blue and purple. His back sinks into the wall and that’s how he realizes it's foam - that’s also how he comes back to how utterly wrecked a foam wall would be in The Hideout. The lobby and outside hallways would be stained, too.

He finds your eyes through the crowd and can’t yet determine what his fascination with the dark lights reflecting off your skin means. He shoots you a wink. You shout into Robin’s ear before squishing through the people - a plastic water bottle crinkled in your fist.

With narrowed eyes, you ask, “You stalking me?”

“No, but there’s a party at Stacey Bennett’s this weekend,” he leans closer so the both of you can hear each other, “I’d just about die to take you.”

“What’s your sudden obsession, Munson?” you eye him from head to toe warily.

With folded arms, he shrugs, “You just look drop-dead gorgeous tonight.”

“Only tonight?”

“Yeah, usually you look hideous.”

You giggle at that and he likes to imagine the good sum his guardian angel just rolled for that to happen. Nudging Eddie in the ribs, you squeeze the plastic bottle closer to your chest, “This really isn’t your scene, Eddie. You might wanna scram.”

“I will,” he untucks his arms just to put up his hands as if they’re tied at the wrist, “but you should definitely come to the party with me.”

Mimicking a slice against his bound hands, you nod, “You can take me, if you agree to drive Robin and Barb too.”

The rush of success almost makes him hop and heel-click right in front of you, “Gladly.”

By the time you return to Diana Ross’ now fading song, Barb leans into you as Eddie did - but this feels less exciting than when Eddie did it, “What was that about?”

Cyndi Lauper’s I’ll Kiss You consumes the dance floor and Robin snickers in that cute way to make you question why people don’t flock to her as they do to Chrissy Cunningham. She punches you on the arm, “Looked like true love or something.”

“No talking about boys at The Sunrise,” you’re surprised they even let Eddie’s ass in, “But we’re going to a party this weekend, so plan something nice to wear.”

Mr. Kennedy is an English teacher from a John Hughes movie and as much as you appreciate his grounded teaching style with students - he also has bizarre ideas for final exams.

“You’ll be making a yearbook with the partner I’ve written on this slip of paper - your yearbook will have to show how your relationship has changed from now until the end of the year and how you’ve gotten to know your partner.”

A slip of folded paper is dropped on your desk with a scitter and you peel the folds apart to see a chicken scratched Eddie Munson. You raise a hand as the boy jingles over with his chain loop and dented lunchbox. Mr. Kennedy pauses mid-stroll down the aisle of desks on your left and sighs.

“Yes, Ms. Opinion on Everything?”

At that, you deflate, body wilting entirely, “I don’t have an opinion on everything.”

“Yes?”

Eddie never really noticed how Mr. Kennedy would speak to people besides himself, but when he sees you try and perk up despite his annoyance - it’s like his eleventh-grade hallucigenia-induced ego death all over again.

“Is there a page limit for the yearbook?”

Mr. Kennedy nods curtly, in the blunt way that usually got people to giggle until it was aimed at them, “Maximum six pages - full offense, I don’t feel like reading a hundred essays.”

That’s when you turn to face Eddie, brows raised and arms folded across the desk, “Dickhead, am I right?”

“Precisely what I was thinking.”

You were the one to pitch a section structure. Hobbies and interests. Favorite things. Academics and extracurriculars. And the future. Eddie could hardly say what exactly he liked about your plan but he knew it was good - something about the categorized neatness. The way he could peek at how your brain would operate.

“Wow,” he leans on one hand while you’re already jotting ideas for your yearbook, “you’re so smart and you don’t have a boyfriend yet?”

Automatically, as if he’d flipped a simple light switch, you’re groaning and drenched in sarcastic giddy, “Noooo, nobody’s even asked me out yet.”

“Now, I find that hard to believe,” he should be writing what he knows about you - Robin and Barb and the colors pink, blue, and purple - but he’s too busy trying to have you admit he’s something akin to a date.

“Well, you better get to believing it because there’s nobody in my court,” just as you’re pulling back and he’s decided to get at least some work done, you sigh, “Well…”

Eddie shoots straight, bats his eyelashes and leans forward, “‘Well’? Pray tell.”

Shaking your head, there’s a small smile on your lips - something Eddie has to search for, “Some super suave sucker asked me to Stacey Bennett’s party.”

He bats your arm like you’re lifelong friends, “That’s exciting!”

As if he isn’t talking himself up.

“Mhm,” you finally put down your pencil, both hands souped in your lap as you look into Eddie’s baby cow eyes. You find them bizarrely cute. That makes you sick, “But I’m really unsure because even though we’ve technically known each other for years, he’s only just now expressing interest,” he presses his mouth thinly and it's a crime to hide those plump lips, “It’s weird.”

“I dunno,” he drums his fingertips against the desk, “The sucker seems like a nice guy.”

But his tummy twists in knots because he knows you absolutely have a reason to be suspicious. All the same, though, you shrug and he watches a couple bricks fall out of your wall.

“Yeah… maybe.”

You two return to your yearbooks after that. Walls a little shakier than before as you jot down things you know Eddie is ostracized for and adding small oddities you’ve noticed. Metal, D&D, chains and a black bandana, pushy nature, and a strangely comforting aura. Eddie clicks his pen a few dozen times before putting down a bulleted list that looks nothing like your categorized paper.

Robin, Barb, the colors pink, blue, and purple; and a good intuition.

He wishes he had more - but he’s never claimed to be the most observant guy in the room. Briefly, he considers asking Mike if that’s something you look for in a partner.

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #10 things i hate about you #eddie.🍓#10 things i hate about you.🍹

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doctor-caparty · 1 year

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SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 8

I am piggybacking off of @pinkladiespledge post about Richie and I didn’t want to clog their notes with my multiple part essay.

ALSO TRIGGER WARNING FOR BRIEF MENTION ON NON-CON FANTASIZING. It’s one sentence right after Buddy asking Jane to date in secret.

Richie is so good. I saw a post about how Richie is Buddy’s foil and I 100% agree. Buddy is touted as the good guy because he’s clean cut and popular and Richie is a bad guy because he’s in a gang and doesn’t try to conform when in reality Buddy takes advantage of his situation and privilege. In his letter to Jane he admitted to cheating on tests and drinking, he also had chances to come clean to Jane about the election but backed out each time. He didn’t care one bit about the effort that Jane put in to fix their reputations and he threw it away with locker room talk and then has the audacity to ask her to date him in secret? Let’s also briefly mention his “girls are supposed to put up a fight” comment bro there is nothing sexier than full enthusiastic consent now fuck off with your nonsense. Richie on the other hand is a good guy when it comes down to it. He has respected Jane’s boundaries from the beginning and respected her enough to tell her the rumours being spread about her despite not wanting to get involved. He listened to her campaign speech in detention and didn’t fold to peer pressure and joking along with his buddies at that moment. He drove her home when she was overwhelmed and walked her to her door and respectfully greeted her mother. He watched her debate on tv and went with the girls to pick Jane up and cheer her up even though the debate didn’t work out for any of them. The only time he was disrespectful towards her was at Halloween when he was trying to ask her to go steady and his confidence was shattered when he say Jane talking to Buddy. After his day bender he shaped up and genuinely apologized without expecting anything to go his way in return. He came clean about his feelings and told her to take her time to think it over and hear what buddy had to say. He recognized that what Jane and Buddy do is none of his business and accepted that. He then went home and cleaned his room and was hopeful. Jane gave him an answer he didn’t want but he still respected it and that didn’t change his feelings for her.

We can even expand our world by including how Buddy and Richie treat the people they don’t find attractive because that’s the biggest tell of all.

Buddy puts on a nice front but in his letter to Jane he tells her he and Susan had sex before they broke up and saying he never loved her without any regard for what Jane could do with that information and the impact it would have on Susan’s reputation. He doesn’t stand up to his friends when they bully other people. He leaves Hazel to be awkward on her own to be with his friends and while he’s outwardly nice to her in public he uses her as a backup basically someone he’s nice to and friendly with but doesn’t put in any extra effort to include her. Richie had been nice to people outside his group, he showed respect to adults (that weren’t being disrespectful to him) he asked Dot to the dance because she was crying and alone and respected the date enough to not back out when he learned Jane was alone now too.

I respect the hell out of him not flipping his lid on Jane when he’s informed that she and Buddy kissed after he ended things and went straight to “you took advantage of her” for not telling Jane about the election.

I am scared for episode nine and what will happen after he’s let out of jail because we all know Buddy didn’t get arrested and just sent home with a pat on the back. I’m worried that Richie is going to question if Jane is worth it and Olivia being in the state she’s in isn’t going to be impartial.

#jane x richie #richie x jane #rotpl #grease: rise of the pink ladies #richie valdovinos #buddy aldridge

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destinyc1020 · 8 days

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Okay!!

I'm the anon who brought up the Jake's Take interview with Z, and here are my personal thoughts. I think the reason why Z is being asked about kissing her costars is because she is dating Tom. I know fans may disagree, but I believe the public interest on them has become so much of their brand, and I can understand why solo fans of each other are frustrated because they just want to support an actor they admire without the stanwars and public obsession. Again, I don't have an issue with them sharing stories of each other, I have issues if it takes away from their work. I feel it more on Tom more so than on Z cause she is in a higher position as she's been working with great visionaries longer.

Tom for the past few yrs has become very polarising for filmbros, critics, and antis because he is dating the it girl of our generation and because his career isn't on par as his peers. The think pieces OK this blog, the hate he gets on socials whether it be that he isn't a filmbro, he doesn't denounce marvel, hes dating Z and was getting mocked due to the challengers trailer and the hate he got from TCR, the controversies he's in has to deal with R+J is partly his own contrinution because he didnt post against the hate for Fran but it's exacerbated with the fact that because he's with Z and the expectations of him is so higher than other actors. It's so much because even when he met a fan in Scotland, they weren't happy to meet him they were happy to meet Z's bf, which is disrespectful. Like that sucks because even his career is nothing outside of his relationship.

It's also hard on Z because she even admitted post NWH and Euphoria 2 how hard it was for her to even leave the house with her costars because she thought she would make their evenings worse and that is so hard to hear. She has been accommodating her life in fear of being judged by her fans who refude to evolve like her, and that's not healthy for her or her fans. These are the same fans last yr who, during Christmas on that bird app, were going viral for bringing up her ex JE and blaming Tom for visiting her on set for Euphoria as if that was the reason they aren't together like he hasn't been dating Olivia for like 3 yrs. Those are the fans she's dealing with.

That besties narrative was pushed hard in promo for Dune 1 and 2, and as many fans dislike Timothee, I have to give him credit for not being a weirdo and allowing that narrative to be pushed. Most male actors in his position would love to push a showmance for the promotion for those films and he didn't, he even mentioned Tom on both press tours because of how ppl ship, he didn't even stop fans shipping him with Taylor or any of his costars but with Z he did. He didn't have to do that, but it kinda sucks he knew he had to.

It's a lot. Like there isn't any promo for R+J and Rachel and Kit are having photoshoots and tiktoks for their Romeo and Juliet, and that's unfair because if Tom did that with Fran, locals/incels will create a narrative and its exhausting. Popularity is important for an actor, but what costs?

Those are my thoughts, and thank you for allowing me to express them Destiny💖

Thanks Anon ☺️

Like I mentioned in one of my previous posts, I do feel like people would be curious about Tom and Z's private lives no matter who they date, simply because they're so famous.

I'm not sure though that I feel like Z would not get those same kissing questions if she were dating another actor that is NOT Tom. I honestly feel like she would get those questions regardless.

Sadly, for most women (actresses), they usually get the brunt of the relationship type questions. 😕 It seems, that's all anyone is interested in when it comes to women.

Plus, if you're attractive, that also makes people more curious...especially if your costar is also equally attractive as well. For some reason, ppl tend to think that acting translates into real life.

Re: Tom, career, etc....

I honestly don't know why fans keep repeating this mantra about Tom's career as if he's not doing well in his career or smthg. Have Twitter folks made you all brain washed or smthg? 🥴 Serious question.

Tom's R&J play sold out in 2 HOURS. How is his career "bad"? 🥴

I'm not understanding the logic.

And btw, just because ONE fan in Scotland was just excited to meet "Zendaya's boyfriend", it doesn't mean that MOST people feel that way.

MOST fans who get to meet Tom are there to meet HIM.... Not Zendaya.

Also, I know Z is usually a homebody most of the time, but where did she say that she was afraid to go out with costars because she was worried that she would ruin their evening out? 🤔

Re: Rachel....

Okay, if they are doing photos for R&J..... so what? 🤷🏾‍♀️

There are PLENTY of R&J adaptations going on and there will be for years to come.

They must have been planning this for a while if they're announcing it so close to Tom's production. Theirs will be on Broadway though, so it's a totally different production in a totally different country. 🤷🏾‍♀️

I'm not even sure Tom's production even planned to do photo shoots to promote the play..... but it would be sad to think that IF they did, that some people would be so hateful about it. 😕

But I'm not going to worry about smthg that hasn't even happened yet. 👀

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Go on a date with me

Spoiler alert I'm not sure how Karina's last name is actually written, so I'm sorry if I wrote it wrong. Also, just to put some warning, some idols were written as “mean girls”, however, it does not mean I see them as such or they’re like that.

Being a dragon in the 21th century wasn't what could be said easy. Dragons weren't meant to keep loots safe, as now humans preferred other less life threatening ways to keep their wealth safe, and so with the princesses, though those were scarce, it seemed like monarchy lost its beauty to everyone else.

Dragons nowadays had become more tame, part of the society, but they still hid on fear of what could humans could do to them. Shin Ryujin wasn't scared, though. She knew she had to hide her horns, and hide her scales, and the wings, yet she wasn't scared of humanity, she had been around humans for a really long time, so they were seen as her peers.

Except for you. With you, she felt more protective, like her ancestors had felt with the princesses they took care of, or how they felt around their partners. She was in love with you, there was no denying, so she did her best to become close to you. But it was a hard task, as you were quite popular in highschool, and she was aware of people not liking her, as she was a "weirdo" in her eyes. It's not that she was weird, she just didn't like to get close to people in fear of her secret being discovered somehow. She knew it was nearly impossible, but still, Ryujin couldn't help but be scared of it, so she wore the title of weirdo despite knowing that it might make her be far from you. She knew you were kind, after all you were the one to stop others for making fun of her, as if messing with her was messing with you, but that didn't mean you were going to be interested on her.

She wasn't unaware that you liked her, and probably she was one of the very few people unaware of it, one of them being Ryujin.

"I don't wanna be mean... But I honestly don't see what you see in her." One of your friends, Choi Yerim told you after seeing you look at Ryujin, who was eating alone in the cafeteria.

"I mean, she's kinda cute, but... I don't know, there are better fish in the sea. What about Yu Jimin? Or Yeh Shuhua? I heard around Kim Yerim, from the senior year, likes you, you two would make a cute couple." Your friend, Kim Haram, told you while she ate.

"Shuhua is still hopping for a girl in college to notice her, so no thanks, plus I heard around she just likes to collect girls, so no." You started telling them, turning around to look at your friend. "Jimin... She's pretty, but I don't know, she's in the closet outside of the school, and while I'm all in for people coming out when they're ready, I don't wanna go around hiding, so I'll pass on the opportunity." You kept turning possible people down. "She probably has a dozen of other people wanting to date her even though they have to hide, just look at her, I'm even jealous she's so pretty."

"And what about Kim Yerim? She's out, single, and has a clean record." Choi Eunji, cousin of your friend Yerim, or Choerry, as you called her.

"She's not into me, as you'd like to believe. I talked with her about it, and not even she knows where did that rumor came from." You answered, shaking your head as you sighed. "Girls, it doesn't matter, I like who I like, and it's not like Ryujin is a bad option to like, you just are like that because she's a loner."

"She shuts down every single person who tries to be friends with her, like, every single one." Park Chaewon, your oldest friend, decided to chime in, always ready to criticize Ryujin. “And please don’t say that she must have her reasons, she rejected befriending every single student out there, she’s past weird, that’s just creepy.”

“She talks to me sometimes, you know, when Hyunsuk goes on and messes with her and I have to make him stop, and no, it’s not just a thank you, she actually talks to me for a while.” You tell them, and Chaewon can’t help but make a face.

“See? That’s creepy, she only talks to you.” Gowon quickly said, earning a gasp from Choerry.

“She’s obsessed with you, like that man from the You series.” the girl said, earning a sigh from Haram.

"You watch far too many things for your own health, but yeah, it's kinda creepy that she only talks to you." Haram tries to make a point without sounding like Choerry.

"You all are being awful, so I'm choosing to sit with her today." You tell your friends, grabbing your tray and walking to Ryujin's table, who looked at you surprised.

"Why are you here?" She asked, though she moved her tray closer to you just in case your food wasn't enough.

"My friends were being mean, not to me, but still I won't accept people talking badly about others in my presence." You explained, not wanting to tell her that her friends were in fact talking about her.

"So, what did they say this time? That I'm what?" She asked on a teasing tone, being well aware of your friends not liking her.

"They were not..." You sighed, giving up mid excuse as Ryujin looked at you, raising an eyebrow. "Okay, they were, but still I won't just sit there and let them do so."

"You're far too kind with someone you barely meet." She said, and if it wasn't because the faint smile on her lips, you'd think she was saying it angrily. "What if your friends are right on what they say?"

"Well, if it was true, I’d be kidnapped by now.” You tell her, smirking at her as you were asking her to prove you wrong, but she only laughed at it.

In that moment, you couldn't help but think she had the prettiest laugh you've ever heard, and you couldn't help but look at her lovingly and let your heart speak for you.

"Do you wanna go on a date with me?"

Ryujin looked at you, expecting it to be a joke, waiting for you to say you don't mean it. But it seemed like you did, which made her heart ache. She wanted nothing more than to go on a date with you, and go on as many dates as possible, and eventually be your girlfriend, but she was also afraid of your reaction if you ever knew what she was, so she didn't know what to do.

"Not yet, there's first something I want you to know- see about me, something really important that might make you not want to date me, so I want to make sure that if you date me, you date me for all I am." She quickly said, not wanting to see you upset by her rejecting you, even if she wasn't fully rejecting you. "I'll tell you what, let's meet after school today, it's Friday, so if you don't run away after when I have to let you know, then we can go on a date. What do you say?"

It was risky, going somewhere with someone you barely knew, because she had a secret that evidently no one knew, it could end up in really bad things. But you decided to trust her, to go on with her, despite your friends warnings.

"Okay, but I hope you know I'm a black belt in taekwondo."

"I'll keep it in mind." She said with a bigger smile than before.

Of course, it was a lie, you didn't even know how to throw a punch, but Ryujin didn't have how to know it, so you trusted she would believe the lie and that way she wouldn't try to do you harm. A part of you, of course, felt awful for not trusting her like you thought you should, even as she walked next to you, playing with her own hands and nibbling on her lower lip. She was nervous, not even looking at you, and that made you worry even more than it could worry you if she was calm, and it didn't help that you both went to a small mountain where you could see the whole city, but no one could see you two.

"I know this might be strange but I... Need to take my shirt off. I'm gonna turn around even, so you see I mean no harm, but... Yeah." She said, taking a few steps away from you before taking out her blazer.

You stood there, unmoving, but not looking at her at all. You were ready to run if she tried something, but you only heard her move, and discarding the shirt before some strange noises coming from her side.

"Don't look yet, it's a bit gross." She grunted, and it was far more worrying than you thinking she would harm you in any way.

You heard many stories about werewolves, about people who could shapeshift into animals, even other people, you heard many things about many different strange things that you never believed, but as you heard her voice full of pain, and those strange sounds, you were starting to believe every story.

"You can look at me now." Ryujin said soon after those strange noises stopped.

You did so, worried about what you were about to see, only to find wings not too far from you. They were even bigger that Ryujin, and they looked heavy, even if Ryujin didn't seem to have any problem with them. You got closer to her, and you saw the wings had different shades of blue in it, not black as you thought it was. Your fingers ran over her wings, which twitch as she let out a surprised gasp, not used to someone touching her wings.

"Are you hiding horns under your beanie?" You asked, wanting to take it out from curiosity, but not wanting to be rude.

But she took it off, showing you that indeed, she had horns, although they were small, and so close to her head that you could barely see it in the dark, along with her dark hair.

"So what are you?" You asked out from curiosity, seeing her wings stretch a little, probably using that time to let them breathe.

"A dragon, a blue dragon, just as my mother and my father." She answered, finally turning around.

Her eyes were no longer that dark brown you loved, but they were yellow, with only a black slit, even as she looked at the dark path behind you. She even had scales on her torso and arms, which despite looking black to you, you assumed they were blue, just as her wings.

"This is what I, uh, had to, you know, show you. That's why I moved from city to city, and even out of countries, because people... Well, they didn't take it too well that I am a monster." Ryujin said, and you got closer to her, caressing her cheek, making her lean into your touch.

"You're no monster, you're just no human... Or half human, I'm not sure how does that work." You tried to reassure her, earning a laugh from her.

"I'm no human, dragons have the ability to transform into humans. But that's an ability we get when we are children, we are born as dragons, like, huge colorful eggs and all that." She tried to explain, sparing all the gross details out.

"That sounds amazing, you should definitely tell me that on our date." You cheerily spoke, which confused her even more.

"Are you really going on a date with me after what I told you?" She asked

"Ryu, you're a dragon, not a serial killer, and I guess you don't eat humans so... I don't see why not. Is it strange? Sure, I've never met another dragon, but I don't see why it would make me not want to date you."

"Alright then... I guess I'll have to keep you around after that. Let's go, you deserve a great date."

#ryujin x reader #ryujin imagines #ryujin scenarios #itzy x reader #itzy scenarios #itzy imagines

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