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captainmalewriter · 1 year

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Founding Frat Father

"Whewww FUCK yeah bro! Feels good to be a part of Alpha Alpha Beta! I gotta go recruit some more brothers, then we can party all night at the house!!"

"Cody" hyped himself up in the mirror. He looked, sounded, and acted just like a typical American frat bro. It'd be hard to believe only an hour or two ago, Cody was actually a computer science nerd who absolutely hated fraternities...

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Earlier that same day...

Cody couldn't help but pat himself on the back as he watched the last moving truck drive away from the frat house. He had been hard at work for the past year and a half getting rid of all the fraternities at his college. Some were easy to get rid of, others required Cody to join and dismantle the organization from the inside out. It took him a lot of time and energy, but now that the only remaining members of Alpha Alpha Beta had moved out, the last frat standing had no choice but to disband.

"Ha! Checkmate, losers, and don't let the door hit you on the way out!"

Cody walked around the now empty frat house with a newfound confidence in his step. As he looked around the barren walls and empty rooms, it hit him just how much he accomplished within the last year. He couldn't stand the frats. In his mind, all frat bros did was party, drink, work out, and fuck. Cody made it his mission to get rid of the frats. He had a goal, and he accomplished it.

As Cody picked up his suitcase, he felt that he could breathe a lot easier now that the all the frats were gone. No need to worry about some jock bullying the little nerds like him anymore. Life was looking up for him! Cody then began walking towards the front door, but as he approached the exit, the doors suddenly slammed shut in front of him.

Where the fuck do you think you're going?

Cody heard a deep voice and quickly stepped back. His eyes darted around the room but saw no one.

"Who are you? Show yourself!" Cody called out. He was met with an arrogant, hearty laugh.

I thought you were supposed to be some know-it-all genius! All that studying didn't mean shit in the end, huh? Why, you're only as smart as the rest of us!

Cody kept scanning the room while the voice belittled him. His eyes then landed on the center of the main living room, where the former Alpha Alpha Beta's insignia was still painted on the ground. The insignia was the fraternity's code of arms, and it had all the names of the founding fathers written on it like scripture. Cody was standing directly on it, and that was where he heard the voice the strongest.

"Oh, don't tell me. You're some fraternity bro spirit that's here to haunt me after what I did. Ooooo I'm soooo scared!!" Cody mocked the voice back. The voice went silent while Cody laughed. Only after he stopped did it resume.

The founding fathers had a vision of genuine, hardworking men that were bound by brotherhood. All you see is the fun stuff and you knock us down because of that. Sure, some brothers may go a little overboard, but we also install the values of philanthropy in these young men-

"Is this gonna keep going for a while?" Cody feigned a yawn. "I've got a bus to catch, so I can't stay for much longer."

You listen here, boy! Over my dead body are you just gonna leave after destroying what we've built up! You destroyed it, now you're gonna help us rebuild it!

"Ha! Yeah, totally, and who exactly are you supposed to be? Cuz I ain't helping you do shit!"

I am one of the original founding fathers Andrew D. Matthews, and you're about to be our new founding father!!

A man's head popped out of the ground. The sight of it made Cody scream in terror. The spirit then rose from the ground and made a beeline for Cody's gaping mouth. Cody fell to the floor as Andrew began forcing its way inside of him. He gagged as he felt his mouth and throat getting filled to the brim with the spirit. Andrew slithered its way down Cody, taking control of every cell in his body as it passed them by. Then with one final shlurp, Cody inhaled the tail of the spirit against his will. He kneeled over unconscious onto the ground.

Cody's scrawny body began to inflate now that it was taken over by the spirit. The liquidy spirit filled him up like water. Once Andrew got settled into its vessel, he began transforming the body. Suddenly, Cody's body began taking on muscle mass all over. He was once thin and frail, but now he was toned all over. His baby face disappeared as a thick black beard began growing in. Within minutes, Cody had become an exact replica of the spirit who possessed him.

"Fuck yeah! Feels so good to have real flesh again!!" Andrew said with his new host body. He had successfully possessed and transformed Cody to look like his old body back when he was alive. He rubbed his pecs and gave his growing cock a tug through his shorts. He ran his hand through his beard, and felt right at home as he felt his fingers getting caught in black curls.

Andrew caught a glimpse of himself in a nearby mirror, and proceeded to smirk and flex for the mirror. At the end of the day, he applauded Cody for all the hard work he put into disbanding all the fraternities. But unfortunately for Cody, as long the spirits of the founding fathers were still around, the fraternities were never gonna go away. And now that Cody was possessed by one of them, he had no choice but to sit back in his own subconscious and watch as his own body was forced to bring back the frats.

"Alright, time to get to work."

Andrew took a moment to focus his mind. He then proceeded to transform his fleshie vessel back into Cody's image, although with some body adjustments of course. Cody was no longer a skinny computer nerd, he was now a bonafide jockhead and a founding father for the next class of Alpha Alpha Beta.

"Cody" threw on a baseball cap, gave himself a wink in the mirror, then waltzed out the front door, ready to recruit more men into the fraternity. Alpha Alpha Beta would return to its former glory, no matter what.

#male possession #older to younger #younger to older #permanent change #nerd to jock #male shapeshift

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 11 months

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A/N: Even though I prefer Steve to be Eddie's bisexual awakening, I'm also a sucker for any kind of bisexual awakening story. I still laugh at myself in a silly way because it was obvious, and I missed my own bisexual signs. Of course, my dad knew. And I love Robin knowing and Steve coming out to her on the floor of the bathroom. This was supposed to be short. 😆

Steve was helping Eddie get settled in his guest bedroom as he needed a place to stay while he healed from his bat bites. Steve had offered up his place considering how much room he had, and he had wanted to help Eddie. Speaking of Eddie. . .he was currently blinking sleepily at Steve with a goofy smile on his face.

"Hi, Stevie," Eddie giggled.

Yeah, he was definitely high on pain meds.

"Hi, Eddie," Steve said with a grin.

"I want to thank you," Eddie laughed.

"It's not a problem. You're one of us now, so you're welcome here anytime," Steve said.

"Not about that," Eddie whined. "I want to thank you for, you know, bringing me back to life with a kiss. I guess that makes you my sweet prince, huh? My Prince Charming."

"First of all, it was CPR. Second of all, I'm no prince," Steve said with scoff, his cheeks turning red.

"Come here so I can tell you thank you, you haven't let me yet," Eddie pouted.

Steve leaned in closer. Eddie booped his nose and giggled. Eddie stared at him with his big brown doe eyes wider than Steve has ever seen them. He looked crazy but for some reason it made him smile.

"I'm waiting," Steve said. "Where's my thank you?"

Eddie grabbed him by the face and pulled him in for a kiss. Steve braced himself by placing his hand on the headboard near Eddie's head. Without thinking, Steve deepened the kiss as though his lips had a mind of his own. Suddenly, Eddie opened his mouth and let Steve slip his tongue inside. That's when Steve realized what he was doing. First of all, Eddie was high. Second of all, he was a fucking guy! Eddie looked at him in amazement.

"Thank you," Eddie whispered, and his eyes fluttered closed.

Steve calmly walked out of the bedroom, leaving Eddie to sleep. He walked downstairs and into the kitchen, where he promptly freaked out. He and Eddie kissed. Not only that. . .they French kissed! His tongue was in Eddie's mouth, and he liked it. He really fucking liked it. Oh, shit. He needed Robin, but that would mean outing Eddie, that is, if Eddie even knew about himself. Okay, maybe he could figure this out himself.

There was no way around it. He definitely liked Eddie and probably has for a while. He thought back to high school when Eddie would give those speeches, and Steve's eyes would automatically follow him. Sometimes, his eyes would look Eddie up and down, following up his legs to the way his jeans hugged him to the belt at his waist. Steve had thought that he was just judging him, being a stereotypical bully. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that it wasn't just Eddie he looked at. It was also Tommy. He looked at their lips the same way he looked at girls' lips and looked at the fit of guys' jeans the way he looked at girls. In the back of his mind, he just thought that his eyes wondered restlessly.

Suddenly, he heard the front door open, and Robin came bouncing into the kitchen. His eyes widened when he saw her.

"Thought I would check on you, see if you need help taking care of the big bad metalhead," Robin said.

"Did you know?!" Steve asked. "Jesus, maybe we are telepathically connected!"

"You know what, you've lost me," Robin said.

"That I'm freaking out!" Steve exclaimed.

"Whatcha freaking about, babe?" Robin asked him.

Steve grabbed her hand and dragged her down to the bathroom that was in the basement. He plopped down on the floor and motioned for her to sit across from him.

"I like both, and I think I've always liked both, but I didn't really think about it, or I didn't want to think about it. I know about it, but I didn't think it applied to me, that it could apply to me. You know?" Steve asked.

"I'm afraid that I don't know. You're going to have to spell it out for me. You like both what?" She asked softly.

"I like girls," Steve said with a pause. "And I like guys."

"First of all, thank you for telling me," Robin said, placing her hands on his shoulder. "And second of all, please don't get mad, but I knew about you."

"You knew?" Steve asked quietly.

"Please," she said with a scoff. "Like I don't know my best friend? Why do you think that I have been casually mentioning that if Bowie was my friend that he would still be my friend no matter what he liked?"

"I honestly thought you were just trying to tell me you were a huge fan of Bowie," Steve said.

Robin cupped his face and squeezed his cheeks. Her eyes were filled with tears of joy.

"My sweet bisexual dingus," Robin said affectionately. "I'm also a big fan of Bowie, but not as big of a fan as I am of my platonic soul mate."

Steve sniffled and hugged Robin tightly.

"Thanks," Steve whispered. "And thank you for not pushing me."

"It was something you had to figure out for yourself, babe," Robin said. "And all I did was gently nudge you in the direction you were already walking towards. You just had to take off the blindfold you put on yourself."

"Thanks, babe."

A few days later, Eddie started to use the pain medication less and less. He finally had a day where he was more lucid, and Steve was sitting beside his bed, fiddling with the thread on the comforter.

"I have to ask, did I do or say anything weird while I was on the meds?" Eddie asked.

Steve looked up, raising an eyebrow, his cheeks turning red.

"Do you want God's honest truth?" Steve asked.

"Nah, I want Satan's honest truth," Eddie said with a grin, and Steve giggled. "That's what I like about you. You laugh at my stupid little jokes. You and Dustin both."

"I like your stupid little jokes," Steve said and took his hand, rubbing circles into his skin. "You thanked me for giving you CPR."

"Huh?" Eddie asked.

"Well, actually, you thanked me for bringing you back to life with a kiss. When you were high on pain meds," Steve said.

"Well, that's not too bad," Eddie said.

"You called me your prince charming," Steve said.

"Oh damn it," Eddie said, rubbing his forehead.

"You also grabbed me and kissed me," Steve said gently.

"What?!" Eddie asked, his eyes. "Shit, man, I'm sorry! I totally get it if you don't want me around, which judging from what I've seen about you, you wouldn't do that, but still, there's this irrational part of me that's afraid that you're going to do it even though I know that you won't. Look, man, I totally would understand if you can't handle being kissed by someone like me, It would make anyone uncomfortable! FUCK! You must hate me now."

"Eddie! I kissed you back!" Steve yelled over him.

"You did what now?" Eddie asked.

"When you kissed me, I kissed you back. We kind of made out, actually, but I pulled back when I remembered that you were high and it wasn't fair. I mean, I would understand it if you didn't want me around because I totally accidentally took advantage of you," Steve said.

"Did you - did you want to kiss me back?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, I wouldn't have if I didn't want to kiss you," Steve said. "Do you think that if you hadn't been high that you still would have wanted to kiss me?"

Eddie looked down, realizing that Steve was still holding his hand. He watched as the other man traced patterns into his skin.

"Yeah. I would have still wanted to kiss you, man," Eddie said.

"You know, it made me wake up. . .the kiss," Steve said. "I don't know why it took me so long to realize that I also liked guys or to realize that I totally had a crush on you in high school. When you made your speeches, I was checking you out, and I just thought that I was being super judgemental. I thought I was being an asshole."

"That's why you were staring at me?! I thought you were being an asshole too!" Eddie laughed.

"Shut up, man," Steve laughed.

He started down at their hands, watching as Eddie wrapped his fingers around Steve’s hand. Eddie started rubbing his thumb in circles over Steve’s skin.

"Wanna make out?" Eddie asked.

Steve's head snapped up, his eyes wide.

"Really?"

"Seems only fair. I kind of need a reminder," Eddie said, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Okay."

Steve climbed onto the bed next to Eddie and supported himself on his elbow to hover over Eddie delicately. Eddie grabbed his hips, pulling him close to him so Steve was lying halfway on top of him. Steve looked at him in concern, but Eddie grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Steve relaxed against him, deepening the kiss but still being careful of both of their wounds. They made out for a while until Eddie got tired, and Steve relaxed into the crook of his arm, resting his head on his shoulders. Eddie squeezed his hip.

"You got child bearing hips, you know that?" Eddie muttered sleepily. "S'not fair."

Steve laughed as Eddie nodded off to sleep. Steve closed his eyes, content, and drifted off to sleep. They didn't wake up until the next morning, the light drifting in and enveloping them like a warm blanket. Steve and Eddie blinked sleepily at each other, completely unaware of their surroundings. Steve kissed Eddie's shoulder and then leaned over to place a kiss on his lips.

"Oh my god!"

Eddie and Steve were suddenly more awake when they realized that there were people in the room. Dustin, Mike, Will, Lucas, Max, and El were all staring at them.

"Steve, did you mean to kiss Eddie?" Dustin asked slowly.

"Um. . ."

Suddenly, Robin burst into the room, breathing heavily.

"There you are! You assholes are fast! What are you doing in here?" Robin asked.

"We were waiting for them to wake up," Lucas said.

"Okay, well, that's not creepy at all," Robin said sarcastically. "Get out! Out!"

Robin started screaming and grabbing ears to get them out. Of course, Will and El didn't need any encouragement. They were the first ones out of the room.

"So, that happened," Eddie grinned. "Who knew Robin could be so scary?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry about them," Steve said.

"Nah, man, I get it. After everything that's happened, I get how hard it is to have boundaries. You just want to hold onto people so tightly because you're afraid of losing them," Eddie said and paused. "By the way, thanks for letting me and Wayne stay here. When he's not working, he's by my side. He needs a break, though, from worrying about me. I love that man."

"He's been great to have around. You're lucky to have him," Steve said with a smile.

"You know, play your cards right he could be your uncle one day too," Eddie said slyly.

"Slow your roll there, Speedy," Steve laughed. "I haven't even taken you on a date yet."

"You gonna treat me real nice, Stevie?" Eddie asked.

"You bet your sweet little ass I am," Steve smiled, and Eddie kissed him, then tucked his head into his shoulder as he started playing with Steve’s hand.

"So, what are we going to do about the kids?" Eddie asked. "Do we play this off?"

"Well, I trust them with my life. They've proved that, so I think that I would feel comfortable telling them, but this is your relationship too, so it's up to you," Steve said.

"I trust them too," Eddie said softly.

Steve sat up and then helped Eddie sit up.

"Hey, Robin!" Steve yelled.

"You think she's just waiting out in the hall?" Eddie asked.

A second later, Robin popped her head in.

"Yeah?"

"You can let the nosy shits in now," Steve said.

"Hey, nosy shits! Your daddies want to see you!" Robin called.

"Jeeze! Don't call us that!"

"Okay! Hey, nosy shits, your mommies want to see you!"

"Don't call us that either!"

"Okay. Hey, nosy shits, your pseudo older brothers who sometimes act as your parental units want to see you!" Robin yelled. "I'm running out of things to call you."

"How about you just call us by our names, Robin?!" Steve exclaimed.

"Umm. . . .no!"

The kids came brushing past Robin, and she scowled at them as she leaned against the door.

"Just so you know, if you totally meant to kiss Eddie, we just want you to know that we totally support you. I mean, I, for one, think it's cool, and I knew you guys would get along," Dustin started to ramble, and Robin coughed loudly. "Right, we love you both and totally accept you."

"Love is a strong wrong," Max said. "I don't hate you guys, so there's that."

"Really? Who was it in the hospital that said they thought Steve, Eddie, and Robin were some of the coolest people you knew?" Dustin asked.

"I was on pain meds for my broken arm," Max hissed.

"Aw, Red," Eddie said, scrunching up his nose and made cooing noises at her.

"You think I'm cool?" Robin asked.

"You're dead, Roast Beef," Max said to Dustin, her cheeks red.

"Anyway," Dustin said, rolling his eyes. "We thought we would show our support by making breakfast in bed for you guys. Except Mike, he's staying far away from the stove."

"What? Why?" Mike asked.

"El told us you tried to make her waffles from scrap last summer. There wasn't an ounce of yellow on them. If we want ash for breakfast, we'll come to you," Dustin replied.

El giggled, Mike rolled his eyes, and Will struggled to hide his laughter. Robin clapped her hands and ushered them out.

"It's astounding how they can be loving and at the same time, gigantic assholes," Eddie said fondly.

"They're teenagers. Every teenager is an asshole," Steve said just as fondly.

"What are you talking about?" Eddie asked as he leaned against Steve. "I was a complete saint, still am."

Steve gave him a look, and then Eddie started laughing. At some point, they both nodded off and had been sleeping soundly against each other until they heard a loud yell from the kitchen.

"MIKE, STEP AWAY FROM THE STOVE AND I SWEAR I WON'T SMACK YOU WITH THIS SPATULA! EL, COME GET YOUR BOYFRIEND!" Dustin yelled, and there was a pause. "YOU BROKE UP WITH HIM?! THIS IS BRAND NEW INFORMATION!"

"DUSTIN! THE PANCAKES!" Max shrieked.

"It sounds like things are going well down there," Eddie snickered.

Soon, the door opened, and Robin came in first. She tossed a Polaroid into Steve’s lap.

"Trust me, you're going to need it," Robin said and stepped aside to let them in.

The kids came in, and they were all covered in flower. Steve laughed and took a picture of them. Dustin placed one tray in front of Steve while El placed the other tray in front of Eddie.

"Thanks, sweetheart," Eddie said, rubbing her flour covered head, and she giggled.

Eddie and Steve took a bite at the same time. They both shared a look as they struggled to swallow and hide their look of disgust. Apparently, they did a poor job of hiding it because Robin grabbed the Polaroid and took a picture of their faces.

"What's wrong?" Dustin asked.

"It's just. . .," Steve trailed off.

"Salty," Eddie finished. "Why the hell is it salty?"

"Salty? It's supposed to be sugar!" Dustin exclaimed and turned to Lucas. "Explain!"

"I thought it said salt!" Lucas defended himself.

"You need glasses!" Dustin exclaimed.

Steve laughed as he watched them squabble and turned to Eddie.

"Welcome to the party," Steve grinned, and Eddie laughed, kissing him deeply.

"Thank you."

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howlingday · 1 year

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When I met your father, we didn't like each other. To be honest, I couldn't blame him any more than he could blame me. I was the queen bee of the school who treated him like garbage since long before. And him, being the good, little farm boy who saw good in everybody. Except me, of course. I was evil incarnate in his eyes.

Of course, they say love and hate aretwo sides of a very thin coin. If that were true, he and I shared some very special flirtations to show our love.

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Weiss: Good morning, limp dick.

Jaune: Fuck off, washboard.

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In our first year, I decided to show him his place by pouring milk on his head. What can I say? I was a cruel bitch back then.

Do I regret it? Of course.

Would I stop myself? Absolutely.

But time doesn't work that way. We make mistakes, and we pay for them in the future. In my case, your father put a milk carton on top of my locker. An old milk carton, just on the edge so that when I shut my locker with just enough force...

Yeah. If it wasn't for Cinder and her cronies, I would have been called "Spoiled" for the rest of my life.

And oh, yeah, Cinder Fall. If I was the queen bee, she was the god of bitches. She had terrorized that school all the way to her senior year. Everybody hated her, but she looked out for her girls. So long as they were "her girls".

Sleeping around? New body every weekend.

Skipping class? Practically a weekly event.

Bullying the meek and vulnerable? Hourly.

And I was right there next to her. Yup, your mom was on that hell bitch's team for a solid month. I broke pencils, hearts, and stood on top of all the broken pieces. I was on track for a life behind bars until that night everything changed.

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Weiss: Argh! That limp-dicked pile of shit!

Cinder: Something bothering you, hon?

Weiss: Who the hell does he think he is, telling me how to live my life?!

Cinder: Daddy dearest got you down again?

Weiss: I wish. It's that fucking jackass, Jaune, again!

Cinder: Farm boy?

Weiss: He thinks just because we see each other every day, he has a right to tell me who I can and can't hang out with! He said, "Uh, Weiss, you shouldn't be hanging out with Cinder! She's bad news!" Bitch, I AM the bad news!

Cinder: Uh huh...

Weiss: He even said something about you getting Pyrrha arrested with dope in her car!

Cinder: ...Did he now?

Weiss: Yeah, something about how he saw you walk out to her car and picked the lock to slip the drugs under her seat. Who cares, though? It's obviously not true.

Cinder: No. Of course not.

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It definitely was.

The next week, Jaune was getting harassed by all the jocks at the school. Especially Cardin. I didn't care about what jocks did at the time, but if I did just a little more, I would've done something. See, Cardin was like a guy Cinder if Cinder was trying to compensate for something. She wasn't, but he was. I don't listen to gossip, but let's just say none of the girls were singing any praises about him.

Anyway, so Jaune kept his chin up high and ignored everything. He was a good sport about it. Didn't cry or whine about it, from what I'm told. But what he did do was come up to me and say,

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Jaune: Here.

Weiss: ...What?

Jaune: Take it.

Weiss: What is it?

Jaune: My phone number.

Weiss: Why would I want your fucking phone number?

Jaune: To call or text me.

Weiss: And why the fuck would I ever what to do that? I fucking hate you.

Jaune: Just take it. If you want, you can prank me or whatever, but if you need help, don't forget this number.

Weiss: Why are you acting so fucking weird?

Jaune: Just... take it.

Weiss: Ugh! Fine. (Takes slip, Copies number) There, see? I have you as "Limp Dick."

Jaune: ...Anybody ever tell you that it's weird you keep using the same words to describe me?

Weiss: Fuck off! I'm going to a party tonight and I don't need you to ruin my good fucking mood.

Jaune: Be careful, flatbed.

Weiss: Eat my dick, li- soft scrote!

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That party turned out to be the worst night of my life. Shitty music, shittier people, and enough drinking to make an alcoholic put their life into perspective. There was also a lot of groping, grabbing, and touching. Cinder said she wanted to thank me for coming, because she needed me to do one last thing for her.

She... She led me into a dark room, and told me to wait there. I waited, and then the door opened, and there was Cardin, stumbling in. He mumbled something about and easy lay and pulled his pants down. I ran for the door, and... and Cinder stood there. She set me up as a bargaining chip for Cardin. Said she got his help in exchange for "Arc's girlfriend".

I shoved her out of the way and ran as fast as I could out of there. I pulled out my phone and needed to call somebody. In my terror, I didn't think the police would arrive, so I chose the first number I saw.

I called, "Limp Dick".

The next few minutes were cold and quiet. I saw headlights, and I hoped it would be your father. They weren't. But then a pair of headlights came from behind. I thought it was weird for your father to come from the other direction, but I just wanted to be at home.

But the headlights weren't his. Those lights belonged to a sportcar, not a pickup. And there was only one person I knew at the time who drove a sportscar. It was Cinder, and she didn't slow down. I jumped right into a ditch as got closer, and she skidded to a halt a few yards past where I was.

She... She climbed out of the car and started screaming at me. She called me every name in the book. She slapped me. She hit me. Hell, she even clawed at me and tore my dress off. She called me a slut for her to use. As she wrapped her bony hands around my neck, I thought, "This is it, isn't it? This is where I die." The world got dark.

But then...

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Jaune: GET THE HELL OFF OF HER!

Cinder: AGH! You stupid, fucking hick! I'll fucking kill you!

Jaune: Put the knife down, and I won't hurt you as bad as I should.

Cinder: You don't scare me, you limp dick! You're as good as-

Weiss: Whuh... Where... Jaune?

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Apparently, while I wasn't looking, your dad was learning self-defense from your grandpa on the weekends. He pulled some retired army combat move that completely knocked Cinder out long enough for the police to arrive.

She got life in prison for all the horrible shit she pulled, and all her cronies pinned her as the ringleader under questioning. Cardin lost his scholarship and was nearly kicked out of school. And your mommy got a plea deal for community service, since I was also a victim in this case. Every weekend, until graduation, I was "servicing the community" by picking up trash, feeding the homeless, and reading to blind children. That last one was the worst by the way.

But that all happened after I woke up. Before that, I was in a daze, trying piece together whst had happened. The last thing I remembered that night was when I was in your father's pick-up. He drove me home while I slept in his massive hoodie he wore all the time.

When I woke up, the first words I saw were a message on my phone from "Limp Dick," and they almost broke me.

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Jaune: You doin ok Weiss?

#rwby #jaune arc #weiss schnee #cinder fall #white knight

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myveryownfanfiction · 2 years

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warning: swearing, mentions of abuse, mentions of drugs (weed), bullying from the other members of the breakfast club

I looked around the room at everyone. They all tried to avoid my gaze before I shook my head and turned away from them.

“You should all be ashamed of yourselves. You shouldn’t have said anything.” I locked eyes with Andrew. “Anything.”

“How were we supposed to know?” He mumbled. Allison grabbed my sleeve of my jacket just as I lunged towards him. Andrew cringed back and I shook my head again.

“Pathetic.” I muttered out. Allison let go as I turned towards the staircase John Bender had made his home for the time being. I climbed up the stairs and made sure to make noise on each step. Stopping on the landing, I stood next to him, my fingertips just brushing his shoulder. “Bender? It alright if I sit here?” He nodded without looking up at me. I mirrored his position and sat down. It was quiet for a while before he turned to look at me.

“You didn’t have to do that you know.” I nodded. “I heard what you said to them. You didn’t have to.” Meeting his eyes, I shrugged.

“Let’s just say I’ve been there.” I drawled out. “I know how much it can hurt. Even if you won’t say it out loud.” John nodded before raising an eyebrow at me.

“Been there?” He supplied. “With people like them or…” I bit my lip.

“I know what it’s like to deal with shit parents and then play around with snot noses like them.” I jerked my thumb over my shoulder. “So I guess my answer is both. If you really wanted to know.” I rolled up my sleeve to show off a thin scar running the length of my forearm. John hestitated before reaching out and running a finger along the scar. “My sister. For existing.” I shrugged as I pulled the sleeve back down. I pulled my other sleeve up to my elbow. A small circular scar sat at the base of my bicep. John’s eyes widened. “My dad. For interrupting the sports game he was watching.” John reached out and pulled the sleeve down for me.

“How do you cope?” He asked. I shrugged.

“Same as you I suppose.” He smirked at me. “Copious amounts of dope.” I caught his eye and we started to laugh. “Honestly, that’s why I’m here most of the time. Sure it looks like shit on my transcript but my grades are good enough and it gets me out of the house.” John’s smirk came back and he shrugged to get more comfortable.

“Being bad feels pretty good, huh?” He chuckled.

“It’s even better when you get away with it.” We settled into a comfortable silence. Not long after, we trekked back down to join the others. It wasn’t long before we went on an excursion to John’s locker. “Nice.” I leaned down to look at the pictures he had posted in there while Andrew made some comment about how messy it was.

“My maids on vacation.” John shot back before tapping my back. He closed the locker and waved a little baggie in front of my face.

“John Bender. You sure know the way to someone’s heart.” I teased as we set off back to the library. After getting sidetracked by Vernon and losing Bender from our little gang in the library, I fingered the baggie in my jacket pocket. “Fuck it.” I muttered. I started to stand up when there was a loud crash.

“Oh shit!” I rolled my eyes and sat back down. John walked into the room rubbing his neck. “What? I forgot my pencil.” I shook my head as I stood up and started to head to the back of the library. John followed me and sat down next to me. "So do you have it all still? Or did Vernon catch you?"

"Your little reference to Johnson threw him off. I think he suspected but he's too scared to actually reach down and check." I chuckled. John swallowed and leaned in.

"Vernon threatened me. Told me to take a hit at him." My eyes widened. "I didn't. But he said that when I finally leave here I'm destined for jail. And he'd be there when I got out. Just to beat me. And if I told anyone, well you know his authority complex." I slowly held out my hand, palm up. John put his hand in mine, letting me squeeze it before drawing back just as Brian walked over. Everything became peaceful for the first time that day once we lit up. John and I ended up leaning against each other, watching the prom queen and the brain get high for the first time. We shared a look before going off on our own.

"What do you think you'll do when you leave here next year?" he asked. I shrugged as I settled into the chair in the office.

"Who knows. I'm not concerned just yet." I twirled around, using the desk to help propel me. "What about you?"

"Leave this deadbeat town." I nodded in agreement. “Figure it out from there.” It was silent for a bit while John reached for my hand and started to play with my fingers. A blush crept up my neck as I watched him. “Come with me.” I slowly raised my eyes to meet his.

“Seriously?” He nodded. “You really want me to come with you wherever you go?” John smiled and shrugged, looking away from me in the process.

“Why not?” He finally looked at me again. “I like you (Y/N).” He gently hit my shoulder with him. “In case you haven’t noticed. Besides you understand. Even if nothing comes from it, at least we’ll have each other.” I smiled at him before leaning in and kissing his cheek.

“I’d love to.” John blushed and I reveled in the fact that it was me who got him to do it. “Besides, if you haven’t noticed, I like you too John.” He smiled at me before leaning in and kissing my cheek in return.

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ramu-ego · 1 year

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alright. you know why i am here. i admit it. i like niko. are you happy now??? happy at my suffering??? thought so.

now pls lemme bully niko like a personal little stresstoy 😭 don’t think he would complain ever actually. let me bully him intro creaming his pants already UGH. i hate it here

🌌momo

(nsfw) BULLY BOY :: xfemdom!Reader

is this what you feel like all the time when I'm having a break down??? LEMME THROW FUEL ON THE FIRE CUZ YOU HARASS ME AL L THE TIME ♡ -askbox open cw: fem!Reader, dom!Reader, bully!Reader (yes this means the reader is mean), crybaby!Niko, college!AU, harassment/humiliation, dacryphilia, m!Masturbation, slight exhibition (in an empty bathroom), noncon photos, blackmail, sexual situations, unedited word count: sloppy drabble character(s): Ikki Niko

DNI :: minors, blank blogs + m!Reader blogs

"Are you shitting me we're in the same course and you're still putting little stickers all over your things??"

Niko's lip quivered but no rebuttal was made when you dumped every last item out of his pack. Scattering pencils, throwing papers and breaking the perfectly organized system he had for every course he had this semester. A majority of those classes with you. Now in the confines of the tiniest men's bathroom on campus far away from the main hub of foot traffic. He was stuck with you all over again.

"You- You shouldn't even be in here." Niko mustered every last sliver of confidence he had to banish you from the men's bathroom to no avail. His weak attempted only really dosed the fire with fuel.

Leading you to reach down for a fistful of his thick hair. Yanking him up so he could no longer look down at his ruined binders and only focus up on you, "Meh meh meh-" You mocked his words with idiotic mimicry as your grip tightened, "Shut the fuck up cry baby. What are you gonna do, go tell on me? Boo-whoo like they'll believe the creepy freshman stalking around my dorm at night."

"I wasn't stalking!" Niko's voice faltered with the proactive accusation. Tongue darting out to swipe over his dry lips in an attempt to gather his thoughts only becoming more scattered the longer you gripped his hair. Blood rushing to places that were not his brain, "I was- I was- You missed class I had that days papers!"

"Ever heard of a fucking text or email huh? Yeah little creep." Your grimace in disgust hurt more than the twisting fist pulling even harder in his hair. Niko leaned up into your touch to alleviate some of the tension on his scalp but you weren't ready to let him off the hook that easy, "What's with this fucking hair anyways, too afraid of people seeing your creepy little face peaking in their windows huh?" You gathered a bunch of his hair to bring it off his forehead. Exposing his big, blue watery eyes fighting off every tear threatening to fall. Immediately choking on your laughter at the sight, "Ya gonna cry in the bathroom like some prissy freshman now?!"

"N-No-" Niko babbled frantically wiping at his face, "I'm not crying!"

You looked down your nose at him. Apathetic for his plight. Only to turn up with a twisted curling grin when you kicked your foot out and nudged the crotch of his pants with the toe of your shoe, "Sure as hell ain't gonna cry with a boner like that huh? Little fucking perv." You pulled his hair a little harder finding the truth behind his tears were in fact overstimulated little gasps forcing their way unexpectedly past his lips. Here he was with his belongings scattered on the floor of a empty bathroom. Sitting with a tent in his pants like some kind of raunchy porno you scrolled past during a late night jerk off session. Which sparked a sudden idea in your mind, "Rub it out for me."

"W-What?!" Niko's voice cracked unprepared for anything you'd just so casually dropped in his lap.

"Rub it out. Lemme see. Then you can go." You released his hair with a push back when you did so. Sending Niko to plop down heavily on his ass on the cold bathroom tile. Arms crossing over your chest and cocking a hip to the side you jutted your chin out in his direction with eyes honed in on the tent in his pants clearly not going away anytime soon, "Rub that little cock of yours for me and we'll call it even. I won't report you for harassing my dorm and you...well, you can get your sick little rocks off to me like I know you wanna. Sound good?"

Fumbling over every thought he had. Niko looked at all his things tossed out on the ground. Nothing broken but things out of place and messed up. All his course work needing to be reorganized and here he was feeling the cold tile of the bathroom floor vividly as his body burned in a way he couldn't explain it. The way it always did around you. Fuming but unable to articulate it. Finally it came down to the fact his poor cock really was pressing to hard against the zipper of his pants. Leading him to think of nothing but the foot you nudged his cock with and the painful ache between his legs.

Head hung low he refused your eye contact. Niko let his eyes search frantically along all the papers scattered about. Unaware to find his eyes back on his lap. Chewing the inside of his cheek until there was nothing else he could think to do. No arguing or denial. He timidly unzipped the front of his slacks. A snickering scoff from you when he revealed his panty like briefs. A comment about real men wearing actual boxers or something he had no time to listen to. Instead Niko sheepishly tugged at the fold in his underwear until he pushed it down around the base of his poor cock. Already swollen and purple. Leaking the second it was freed from the confines of his underwear. There was no way he could stop the moan leaving his lips when his touch ghosted over his own cock.

"Oh my god you're totally doing it." A snickering laugh from you that only made Niko throb that much more.

He sat back on his haunches, fingers curling around his cock delicately and his first pump of his cock revealed just how turned on he really was. Gooey strings of precum leaking from his slit onto the bathroom floor. He hid behind his mop of hair but only so he couldn't see your face. Staring intensely at your legs and your feet he found himself pumping his cock to the frantic beat of his heart threatening his chest walls.

A thrill, a rush, absolute hedonistic pleasure surged through every inch of him. His breathing became labored. Whatever you were saying to him sounded a million miles away in a fog. Niko's heart beating in his ears with the spine tingling rush moving like fire across his entire body. The quiet freshman squeezed his shaft trying to avoid the inevitable. But there was no getting rid of it. He didn't want his clothes getting dirty at the very least. Holding up his shirt to expose his hairy little tummy as he jerked himself off at your feet. Niko's hips joining in on the fun as he adjusted a little on the hard tile putting pressure on his knees. Thrusting into his own hand with his cute little hairy happy trail on display and his cock rightfully in his closed fist like a degenerate on the bathroom floor. It took no time at all before he was doubling over his own things. No warning in the slightest except the sudden light headedness. A gush of cum onto the floor followed by a few milky thick squirts of cum that added to the mix. His muffled moans echoing in the bathroom after you'd gone silent. Niko spilling himself on the bathroom floor at your feet until he finally gave up and sat back exhausted on the floor with a film of sticky cum clinging to his fingers.

"Shit you little perv." Your voice finally pulled him from his daze. Only to have him look up at you with those same watery blue eyes, "I knew you'd do it."

"W-Wai- You told me-" Niko began but you cut off his babbling when you kicked his backpack into the mess of cum he'd left on the public bathroom floor.

"And I'm telling you now, here after class tomorrow." You grinned as you took one last look at him on his knees with his mess ready to be picked up and showed him the phone in your hand that clearly displayed a picture of him mid jerk off in the very easily identifiable campus bathroom, "Or else everyone's going to see their least favorite pervy freshman jerking his tiny little cock in the girls bathroom."

"Wait this isn't the girls bathroom and you can't-!"

"I can. And I will." You stepped over his notes and books carefully to bend down to his level and smile sweetly at him, "Because you wanna be my little stress ball for the rest of the semester or you can let everyone see this." You waved your phone screen in front of him with his cock clearly out on display for anyone to see as well as the clear identifying factor of his hair that would give him away. Niko's bottom lip quivered but you stopped and patted his hair with a grin, "Aww crybaby freshman. I can't wait to see you here tomorrow."

#:: momo 🌌~! ✩#ruining your life one niko fic at a time bestie <333 #bllk smut #bllk x reader #blue lock smut #blue lock x reader #niko ikki smut #niko ikki x reader #ikki niko smut #ikki niko x reader

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falloutjuli · 1 year

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MORE JOHNNY CONTENT. I got mad brainrot so yeah, I can’t stop writing for him. This time I wanted something comforting, so this came to be. Just casually 5k words of Johnny and reader being two depressed fucks that form a cute friendship and then more.

Fall Out Boy title reference because I can. Try to stop me, I’ll wait here.

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Johnny x suicidal!Reader - The Kids aren’t alright.

Wordcount: 5,4K

Short summary: MODERN AU - While you contemplate jumping off a bridge, you meet a peculiar guy who keeps you grounded. Through time, you turn from strangers to friends to more than words can describe.

Warnings: Mention of suicide, depression, self-hatred, all that Jazz. Gyro and you bully Johnny.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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Your hands gripped the iron railing harder, the metal warm underneath your touch by now. You gaze at the water underneath you, how it taunts you with its flow and the reflecting lights. It looks inviting and yet you can't bring your body to jump over the railing to become one with the water. A sigh escaped your lips as you thought this over.

In theory, everything was set. This wasn't your first time at this bridge after all. The letter was written, all affairs in order and yet, despite the set up, you felt not ready. So, you just kept staring, going through the dark thoughts that brought you here. A tear escaped your eye, and it would remain only one, you lacked the energy to actually cry at this point.

"Contemplating suicide?" A voice asked behind you. Your expression soured and without looking away from the water underneath you answered the person who dared to disturb you.

"If you're gonna ask me to fuck you since I'm gonna ef myself off anyways then do me a favor and jump over the railing yourself." You spat. It wasn't the first time some guy tried to get a pity fuck simply because they assumed you were gonna kill yourself.

"I wasn't gonna ask for such a thing, but even if then I'd need your help to get over the railing." You turned your head you were met by sapphire blue eyes that looked similarly tired to yours. The guy those gorgeous eyes belonged to sat in a wheelchair, so that's probably why he couldn't make the jump himself.

"Sorry." You said dryly, wiping the tear away that had escaped your eye earlier. "Normally the strangers that wanna speak to me here are perverts." "That sucks." He simply shrugged and now the two of you were staring at the water.

"Contemplating suicide?" You asked him the same question as he did to you. "Mhm." Was the simply hummed answer. "Life just sucks huh?" You struck up a conversation, unsure why exactly. Everyone else in your life you were trying to push away, yet him you invited to a conversation.

"Yeah, tell me all about it." A moment of silence passed. "For how long?"

"Pretty much since I was a kid. I have a pretty shit father. And you?" The boy casually mentioned. It was a strange situation, but you felt somewhat comfortable, so you didn’t mind talking to him more. "Teenage years. Then it was better for a while but now all I mainly do is sit in my apartment all day and think about ending it."

"You're copying my life story? How rude for someone who just told me to jump over the railing." The boy joked next to you, and you chuckled. "That's the first time in a while that I was able to laugh at something." You said and let go of the railing. "Glad to help."

You two turned to face each other and take in every detail. The guy was good looking, those eyes were absolutely stunning despite the sorrow they held, golden hair that poked out from under his beanie and framed his face in a beautiful way. A bright blue hoodie with stars for a top and casual sweatpants with vans for bottom.

You wondered if he inspected you so thoroughly too and judging by his eyes wandering over you he might.

"Thank you." You said, unsure if he'd get it but going by the faint smile on his lips he did. "No, thank you." And with that, you each turned to get going home. -------

With heavy steps you made your way to the space you dreaded and loved at the same time.

You had been away for a week. But today it was too much again and so you returned to probably stare at the water again, pussy out and then go home to continue lying in bed. A heavy sigh was let out and you took a deep breath of the cold night air. Just as you were almost at your usual spot you saw the guy from a week ago.

He was next to the bench in his wheelchair, staring out at the city. You contemplated turning around, not wanting to bother him or anything, but your sluggish steps dragged you to the bench in the end to plop down next to him. "Hey." "Hey." You two greeted each other as if you were friends. In reality, you didn't even know each other's names.

"Rough week?" He asked and turned to look at you. "Doesn't even begin to describe it. Judging you're here yours was shit too?" He nodded. A moment of silence passed.

"I don't know whether or not to be glad to have met you again. Because while I like talking to you... Meeting here, at this place at this time of night..." You knew what he was implying.

"Meeting here is bad, because it means we are here to do something else originally." He hummed in approval. "What's your name?" You finally asked him. "Johnny."

"Y/N." You answered before he needed to ask. Now you sat there in silence. "Do you have therapy?" You eventually asked him. "Yeah. I have to otherwise I'm sure my friend would kill me. "Sounds adorable."

"He's a good friend, but I feel like he doesn't really know what's going on in me." "I know what you mean." You mumbled and thought about your friends who had claimed to be there for you only to immediately turn once you weren't happy go lucky. You two fell in silence again. A comfortable one. -----

Weeks passed. Sometimes you were alone at the bridge. Sometimes by coincidence, Johnny was there too. You had learned quite a lot about each other by now. Johnny is a university student. Before that he was a jockey and a good one at that.

But an incident which he didn’t want to elaborate on, left him paralyzed from the waist down, which ended his career prematurely. He comes from money but has cut ties with his family and now lives with his best friend, an Italian medical student.

You also told him about yourself, your home life, which also wasn't the best, how you were now living alone in a tiny apartment to try to fix your life but that didn't work out so now you continuously came to this bridge to end it all. Johnny did it because he struggled massively with his depression and self-hatred. Meeting him had already become the best thing in your life because talking to him grounded you, made you feel valuable. Like you mattered to someone. Today when you came to your usual spot it was empty. Nothing surprising, Johnny and you never agreed on times to meet, it was by coincidence. Yet when you reached the bench, you normally sat on next him there was a paper taped to it. "-⭐ 559-xxx-xxxx "

The star. Johnny wore stars on his clothing and beanie regularly and his last name was Joestar so potentially... He left the note here earlier for you to have his number? Nervously you got your phone out and typed the number in to shoot him a message. "You're lucky I found it." Not too long after a message came in. "Y/N?" "No, the pervert who found your message. Yes of course it's me." "Thank God. I was nervous once I got home you might not come today, and the note would get destroyed." "You're a lucky one." You typed and decided to walk back home already. "I know I am. How are you?" ------

The next time you met Johnny was on his home turf.

You had texted with him a good chunk before, and he invited you over to his place. To say you were curious and nervous was an understatement. You'd meet Gyro, the Italian Johnny lived with, see his apartment, and room and deepen the strange friendship you two had.

It was a weird feeling, since you had previously only meet on a bridge both of you wanted to jump off to end your life. You pressed the doorbell nervously and waited a few seconds before a tall, blond man opened the door. He had long beautiful hair and shining green eyes with a flashy smile thanks to the gold grills.

"Gyro I assume." You said, somewhat intimidated, unsure how to carry yourself. You offered your hand and Gyro pulled you into, giving you a friendly hug, making you almost trip over in the process.

"So, you're the bridge friend! It’s such a pleasure to finally meet you, Johnny talks a lot about you!" Gyro proclaimed and your blood ran cold. Did Gyro know? "Johnny is over in his room, second door to the left. I'm busy cooking for us tonight, so I'll catch you in a bit yeah?"

Gyro had something about him that made you feel comfortable despite everything. His energy and smile were a little infectious and you could easily tell why Johnny liked him. "Thank you. Good luck with the cooking." "I don't need luck, it's in my blood." He grinned, before disappearing in the kitchen. You grabbed your backpacks strap a little tighter before you went to Johnny's room, knocking before you entered.

You didn't know what you thought his room would look like, but it certainly wasn't like this. White Ikea furniture, a big desk with his wheelchair in front of it. On it a high-tech computer. Big wardrobe, opposite to it and to the right, right next to the door was his bed with Johnny on it.

"Glad you could make it." He said, a smile on his lips. "And miss out on seeing your room and getting to know the funny man that just pulled me inside? Wouldn't miss it for the world."

On the wall next to Johnny’s bed were several framed pictures which you quickly inspected. Many were of his horse, Slow Dancer, some were with Gyro and Johnny on horses, riding, or doing some fun stuff together.

"Describing Gyro as Funny feels like a hate crime." Johnny said dryly. "Aw, I like him. He seems fun." You saw a glint of jealousy flash over his face. "No worries, I like you even more." You sat down, next to Johnny on his bed and looked away.

"Did you tell him why we met? He called me bridge friend."

"No, no, don't worry. He thinks I just go there to relax and get out. If he knew what I originally went there for, he wouldn't let me leave the apartment without him."

"Okay, good. I was afraid for a second."

"Don’t be, I'd never tell him anything you told me that you'd probably don't want him to know. All he knows is pretty much that I met you while out and kept meeting you there. He also gave the idea with the note."

That was very nice of him. Being immediately branded as "mentally ill", "unstable" or anything was one of your worst nightmares. Before you could say much, Gyro popped his head in. "Dinner is almost ready!" He proclaimed before leaving again.

"Come on. Let's go." Johnny just said and went to get the crutches near the bed end that you hadn’t noticed until now. You quickly went to grab them for him as you were closer. "Didn't know you could partially walk."

"I don’t like bragging with dat Physical therapy. I'm also not very good at it, still relying on my chair a huge chunk of the time." "That's still progress though." Johnny tried his hardest to suppress the smile on his face. You just went for the door, opening it for him.

"After you M'Lady." Johnny rolled his eyes and went ahead so you could follow him to the living room where Gyro had set up the tiny dinner table. You took a seat next to the window with Johnny next to you. Next to him and the window too would Gyro then sit, who now came in, cursing in Italian, probably because the stealing bowl in his hands was burning them.

"Cazzo." He said as he put it down and you curiously eyed the dark green bowl. Spaghetti. You had to smile. "Well then, I hope it tastes as good as it is hot." Gyro mumbled, taking his seat opposite to you. The first few minutes you simply sat in silence since you were still a little nervous and didn't know what to do.

"So, your name's Y/N?" Gyro asked with a smile, flashing his grills again. You nodded, forcing an awkward smile. Johnny eyed you, noticed your discomfort and sneakily slid his free hand under the table to take yours. A kind smile adorned his lips, he was trying to make you comfortable, and he easily succeeded at that. Not that you’d let him know that he had too much of an ego already.

"What a pretty name!" Gyro said resting his head now on his hands. "Thank you. Gyro is pretty and quite unique too. You're from Italy Johnny mentioned?" "Naples to be exact. So, you and Johnny are friends?" Before you could answer said blond chimed in.

"Yeah, but I might need to reconsider because they called you funny." Gyro happily clasped his hands together, his smile growing wider. "Oh Johnny, we both know you’re laughing at my jokes too. You just don’t wanna admit it!"

The evening was one of the nicest you had in a long while. Gyro and Johnny were incredibly comfortable to be around and got you out of the hardened shell you had developed.

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You unlocked the door with the spare key Gyro and Johnny gave you a while ago. Your backpack was uncomfortably warm by now, so you were happy when you dropped it off once in Johnny's room.

Can you come over, spare some time? It's a bad day.

Johnny had sent that to you, and you made sure to not lose time before dropping by.

"Hey." Johnny mumbled. He was entangled in his bedsheets, his head messy, and expression tired. "Hey." You answered and began opening your backpack, a familiar smell immediately invaded Johnny's nostrils. You placed the red box carefully next to him, waiting for his reaction.

"Did you seriously stop by a McDonald's on the way here to bring me a fucking happy meal of all things?" Ah good, his snarky side was still intact.

"Yeah. Thought you might like the toy and you apparently need a Happy meal today." Johnny chuckled, falling onto his back and hiding his face with his arm. "You're crazy."

"That's why you like me."

"Did you bring Gyro something too? He'll be pissed if he gets back and sees he didn't get anything." You laughed and went back to your backpack, grabbing another happy meal.

"Of course. Lemme bring it to his room, be back soon." You said and left for Gyros room. You opened the door and placed it on Gyros messy desk that was cluttered with medical books and papers. You pushed it a little aside to not place the meal on anything important and then marched back to your blond friend who needed you today.

"Did you get it for the “My Little Pony” toys?" He asked as he spun around the plastic horse in his fingers. "Yeah. Got you Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie for Gyro."

"You're ridiculous. Just because we both ride?" You nodded proudly and went to grab your single burger. "Eat, you need it." You reminded him as he begrudgingly shoved some fries in his mouth .

You both sat against his headboard with Johnny soon resting his head on your shoulder as he chewed on a cheeseburger. "What has you down today?" You finally asked, curious why he had asked you to come over.

"Today is my accidents anniversary." You furrowed your brows. "You shouldn't keep track of that." "I'm not. The date’s just engraved in my brain. Whenever I wake up on this date, I'm immediately reminded of it."

Oh Johnny, you thought and went to grab his hand. It was nicely warm, and you intertwined your fingers with his. "Then how about we make it a habit of doing something fun that day. Get your mind off it?"

With a hesitant and lazy nod Johnny agreed and you pulled out your phone to save it in your calendar. You checked the "Yearly reminder" option and went to type in the name of the appointment. "Johnny Day" you named it and heard a chuckle from you shoulder.

"A whole day dedicated to me?" Now you nodded and smiled as you went back to your Home screen which was a picture of you Johnny and Gyro together, just doing funny faces. You tossed it aside, as it wasn't important as the blond next to you. Seeing as Johnny was done with his food, you put it away, and then gestured for him to properly lay down.

As he did as asked, you did the same, resting you head on his shoulder, one of your arms draped around his waist. Johnny's arms also found your frame, pulling you close to him. "You know..." You began as your hand lazily drew circles in his side. "I had a horrible day too. But being here with you now... It made it an okay day." Johnny smiled lazily. "Knowing I made your day better makes mine better."

You two remained like that. Just holding onto the other and enjoying the warmth and comfort that was provided.

"I'm home!" Gyro called out into the dark apartment feeling bad for not being able to be there for Johnny today. He knew very well what day it was and when Johnny didn't even really speak to him early that morning, he just knew what was going on. But he unfortunately had important classes today that he absolutely couldn't skip no matter how bad he wanted to.

Once in his own room, Gyro was confused by the happy meal box placed on his desk. He giddily looked inside finding a pony toy and some food that has been cold for a while now. Gyro immediately had a suspicious who might have deployed that there.

With whispered nyo-ho-ho’s he tiptoed to Johnny's room, carefully opening it, only to completely forget his mischievous plans as he saw Y/N and Johnny cuddling together on the bed, soundly asleep. A dreamy smile painted his expression as he just couldn't believe how adorable they were.

As silently as he could he closed the door again, going back to his room to see if he could heat up his nuggets again. He made a mental note to thank Y/N for their kindness tomorrow.

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You let your head crash against Johnny headboard. Your phone bored you, so you tossed it aside and listened to the mechanical keyboard sounds Johnny made while typing.

You contemplated just dipping, going home to live your depressive episode in your own four walls without having to worry about Johnny and Gyro. It has been a shit week kind of.

Nothing went right, pure stress from all sides, stuff that would have anyone down, but you just felt particularly exhausted and drained. Even coming over felt like a chore today and it wasn’t much better than Johnny was a busy bee, typing away code and text without much of a pause.

You looked over to the blond who downed his third coffee of the day and read something on his screen. Maybe you bothered him? Was he secretly hoping you'd finally leave? Probably not, you knew him well, but intrusive thoughts are intrusive and often illogical, so you were stuck with that. But knowing you'd probably rip him out of his flow you decided to just remain on his bed, not making the effort to leave.

From the other side of the wall, you could hear Gyro cursing in Italian, he probably got something in his online questionnaire wrong. Somehow that was soothing. The silence with the keyboard sounds and occasionally sounds of a strange Italian man made you feel at ease, so it was better to remain here and not sit in silence in a dark lonely apartment.

You shifted and went to rest your head on Johnny's blue pillow that smelled just like him. It involuntarily made you smile a little. You simply closed your eyes trying to get some rest and recharge energy by simply trying to relax. And it worked wonders. Your head felt empty and light, letting you just lay there, taking in the sound of Johnny typing away.

Until the typing stopped. You looked over, wondering why the typing had stopped only to see Johnny looking at you worryingly. To your further surprise, he got up from his wheelchair, which he prefers to use for his desk, and made the few steps over to the bed, using the desk for support before dropping on the bed.

Once on it he crawled up to you, carefully pressing your back against his chest. "What's with you, you have been so silent all week." He said and you felt bad for making him worry and stop in his work. "Just a shit time. You know how it is." You heard him exhale through his nose, signaling his approval.

"No need to worry. You gotta work on your assignment." You tried to remind him, not wanting to keep him from more important tasks and to be frank, you felt like the very least important thing all around. But Johnny's grip around you only tightened.

"Not happening. I'm staying right here with ya. You have been there for me so much recently, the last I can do is be here with you. Also, I have been coming along so well today, I can easily take a break." Absentmindedly you nodded and took hold of his hand. "It's important though Johnny."

"Right now, you're the most important thing for me. Let me be there, okay Darlin’?" Arguing with the Kentuckian was pointless you knew as much. He was a stubborn asshole, and therefore if he decided to lay with you on the bed, nothing could change his mind.

"What has you feeling down?" He asked you just shrugged, carefully to not accidentally hurt him by doing so. Death by a shoulder into his face was certainly not cool. "I dunno. I guess everything? This week has just been me making a fool of myself everywhere. From me missing appointments, forgetting my stuff and lots of added stress on top of all that... It's just a lot currently. Lots of people tell me I’m bothering them."

You turned to lay on your back, Johnny remained on his side, studying you face. You just looked up at the ceiling, as you continued. “I’m not bothering you or Gyro too, am I?”

Johnny quickly rebutted, “Never. I’d rather you are here and give me an excuse for a break than you sitting alone in that apartment of yours, hear me?”

You nodded, feeling the breaking point coming as tears build up in your eyes. Crying in front of Johnny wasn’t embarrassing at least, he too had cried in your arms before. It was no big deal.

“Stay the night yeah? M’sure Gyro won’t mind cooking for one person more. Right?” The last part he screamed, loud enough to summon the Italian from the next room.

“What was that?” Gyro asked once he too was in the room. You crying, while cuddling with Johnny wasn’t even odd to him anymore. He had walked in on you two doing weirder things, like getting drunk together and quoting old memes.

“I said you wouldn’t mind cooking for one more person when Y/N stays the night.” “Of course not. You’re always welcome here!” Gyro proclaimed and you thanked him for it before you noticed something.

“Every time I’m here Gyro cooks. I’m starting to get the feeling Johnny doesn’t cook at all, because he can’t each the top shelves.” Gyro began crackling like crazy and Johnny immediately deadpanned. “I-It’s because he can’t look into the pots o-on the stove!” Gyro managed to press out between his laughs and you laughed like crazy too.

“I hate you two so much.” Johnny mumbled and let go of you to sit up. “Making fun of my height when I’m in a wheelchair. That’s offensive I’ll have you know!” “Gyro is also taller when you’re standing though.” You argued and earned a flick to the head from the blond man.

Gyro finally managed to get a grip and made his way to the kitchen, still laughing. “How mean of you, I offer you to spend the night, in my bed of all things and you make fun of me!” Johnny complained and you went to hug him.

“Im sowwy Jownny.” He was cute when he was pouting. “At least you’re laughing, so I accept you making jokes at my expense. For now.” You smiled and kissed his cheek. “There ain’t much to make fun of though. I’m better when I make fun of Gyro.” Johnny raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Yeah. Come on get in your chair, lets bully him back while he cooks.” Johnny did as asked and let you roll him into the kitchen. Normally he didn’t like someone rolling him around. You though?

You were allowed pretty much anything when it came to him. Even making fun of him.

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You huffed and puffed as you moved the boxes.

"Il mio Dio, Y/N." Gyro mumbled as he went to grab one away from you. "What's in there?" He asked as he watched the poorly scribbled note. "My anime figures." He looked at you with a deadpan expression that you were only used to from Johnny.

"Ah come on, you already moved in last week. Don't judge me." You complained and grabbed the last two boxes of your own. "Yeah and thanks to us, you won't even need to care about setting up the furniture, we already did that." You bickered with Gyro a little more until you two finally set the boxes inside your new room.

A while ago Johnny and Gyro had asked you if you wanted to move in with them, in a bigger apartment of course, as it became a totally normal thing to spend a huge chunk of time there already. You happily said yes, excited to not sour in your old apartment anymore but instead to live with your two closest friends.

Johnny was busy unpacking some of your stuff already while you and Gyro went to get the last boxes from your old apartment with his pickup truck. Once in your new room, you felt content with how Johnny was decorating things already.

"I'll hang up the pictures though, we don't want them at waist height." You joked and earned an elbow to the ribs from him. "Come on you can't even complain at my work so far."

You really couldn't. He had set up your plastic plants nicely, made your bed already, however he managed that, Gyro and you must have taken a while, and put the bedside lamp on the table. "No no, you're doing fine. Can't wait to unpack everything and get settled in."

"Can't wait to finally rest in someone else's bed." Johnny joked. In the time you have known one another Johnny has never been in your old apartment. It was simply a good bit away, wheelchair unfriendly, and super cramped.

Even Gyro said so and he was in the already empty rooms.

And it was a regular thing that you and Johnny shared a bed. Gyro considered you two a couple already, besides not officially being one or anything. The blond Italian simply enjoyed watching you two dance around one another, feelings clearly blossomed in both of you.

"Who said you're allowed in my bed, Johnny?"

"I did and I know i am."

"That attitude of yours will be your death someday."

Silence lingered as you two kept unpacking and sorting. You let Johnny keep on decorating your boards and table, while you were busy stuffing your clothes into your new wardrobe.

While you were busy trying to get your hoodies into the tiny space, Johnny found something in your box that peaked his interest. A tiny book decorated with Stars and a horse, probably drawn by you.

Johnny checked over his shoulder, you were still busy and cursing, trying to fit stuff in so he decided to have a look. At the first page his note with his number was taped in.

He flipped ahead to check what else was here. Receipts from when you guys went out , movie tickets, pictures of you, Johnny and Gyro. You had collected memories in here, he concluded and flipped towards the end. There was a picture of him and you on Slow Dancer that Gyro had taken. Underneath it read "Keep going. For this." Around it you had doodled pretty stars.

Johnny had been so amazed by this that he didn't notice your looming presence over him. "Weren't you taught not to snoop." You spoke, making Johnny almost jump out of his chair.

"Sorry, sorry, i was just intrigued." "Dummy." You mumbled and flicked his head, taking the book away into your bedside table drawer it wandered. "It's cute." He spoke. "Thanks. My therapist advised me to try to visualize what keeps me motivated and Honestly ever since I met you, it's been wanting to make more experiences and memories with you." You confessed casually. "Same here." Johnny said with a faint shade of red on his cheeks.

The buzzing of the apartment door had you both snap out of the situation, and you knew what it meant.

"Pizza is here!" Gyro proclaimed, setting the boxes down on the couch table. Johnny was already going through Netflix's catalog to pick something to mindlessly watch.

Once decided, you three sat there, watching some parody movie. Gyro was seated next to Johnny, and you sat on the floor in front of the paraplegic. Dinner was silent, except for Gyros occasional bad jokes as he found the movie not entertaining enough.

His two friend were soon sick of his antics though, so when Gyro offhand mentioned he still had to go and study some more, the other two silently thanked god for it.

At first you were alone in your new room, just stretched out on the bed, enjoying the way Johnny had set up things so far, but you knew you'd make it even more homely in the next few weeks. This too would soon come into the book.

A knock on the door soon interrupted your train of thoughts and you moved to look who entered. It was Johnny to no one's surprise and he casually came over, having taken his crutches from his room.

"You're getting better at it." "Stop lying." You chuckled. Johnny hated being complimented on his walking progress.

He described it was "patronizing. No one compliments you when you're normally walking either so why now?" You knew it was mainly Johnny's self-hatred that made it hard for him to accept compliments, so you made sure to give him enough to get used to them.

Johnny sat down on your bed, the mattress shifting a little as he did and put away his crutches before he scooted over closer to you, embracing your figure in his arms. "Are you happy?" "Now I am." You answered, a chuckle escaped Johnny's body, as he held you closer.

"I was mainly talking about your room and the apartment but alrighty." You inhaled Johnny scent as you were pressed against his chest, your head resting in the crook of his neck. He felt like home. He and Gyro did. The two had taken prime slots in your heart and you were always in better mood with them around, even on your worst days.

"Johnny?" "Mhm." He mumbled, obviously just as tired as you. "I love you." "Me you too darlin'." He squished you a little and you gave his neck a kiss in return.

It was nothing but a casual confession. Just words to properly express and define your feelings towards him now. The lines between "Friend" and "Lover" had long been blurred already. You two didn't need labels.

You were simply Y/N and Johnny, who found deep appreciation for one another when you met on a bridge you wanted to jump off.

#jjba johnny x reader #johnny joestar x reader #johnny x reader #jjba x reader #jjba johnny #jjba gyro #mhmm yes comfort #johnny lovers unite

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callme-dickmaster · 1 year

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Sweetheart - (eddie munson x reader)

Ch. Three - Cool Dog What Breed?

summary: halloween falls on hawkins and someone finally returns to school. pairing: eddie munson x fem!goth!mayfield!reader cw: 18+ (minors dni) this is obnoxiously long, unfortunate use of y/n, me projecting some more, language, mentions of abuse, billy hargrove, billy's dad, bullying, fat shaming, cute shit -i think that's all- author's note: i run out of ideas for content warnings every second of the day lmaoo. i was struggling with these. anyways love you <3

<< Part 2 --- Part 4 >>

Halloween was Y/n's favorite holiday. She always loved an excuse to look weird. After finishing her makeup, she went to look in her closet. She moved the tapestry that hung in the closet doorway and turned on the light to search through her clothes. She threw on her outfit and an oversized black jacket before deciding it was good enough. Y/n grabbed her bag and walked down the hall and straight into the bathroom. Messing with her hair until it was a good and proper mess, she smiled to herself and walked into the dining room for breakfast.

Y/n's stepdad made a face when she walked in but went back to reading the newspaper. "Hey, man," she greeted Max, ruffling her hair. Max smiled, eating her cereal.

"Y/n, I know it's Halloween and all, but do you think you might try and look a little more... n-normal?" her mother asked, walking into the kitchen with a sigh. Y/n rolled her eyes, "Ma, I'm going to dress how I want to. I don't care if people don't like it. Screw 'em," she replied, biting into her Eggo, and following Billy and Max out the front door. Billy passed her his lighter and they were on their way.

Y/n tapped her nails on the Zippo, wondering if kids dressed up here like they used to in California. Her wonders were answered when Billy swerved into the parking lot that had no costumes in sight going in or out of either school.

Guess they save them for later. Y/n thought.

She went into the school and straight to her locker. Students stared at her as she walked through the halls, some whispering or giving her dirty looks. Y/n shrugged, grabbed her books, and walked into first period and into the same seat from the day before. Nancy gave her a smile and turned around to talk.

"Hey! Cool makeup!" she said.

Y/n smiled and thanked her, waving at Robin and Samantha who were sitting by a guy she didn't see the day before. He had long brown curly hair that came down to his shoulders, wearing mostly black with some band t-shirt on with his feet propped up on the desk.

The boy stared at her between the two girls he was talking to. Samantha looked behind her when she noticed he wasn't paying attention to the conversation. She sent him an amused smile when she saw he was staring down Y/n as she chatted with Nancy.

"So, you gonna go talk to her or just stare like a creep?" Samantha asked, turning back to the boy in front of her. "Huh?" he replied, still staring at the black-haired girl across the room. Robin looked over her shoulder and smirked. "She'd never go for him. No way," Robin said, shaking her head. Samantha snickered.

"Why wouldn't she?" the boy asked, now interested in what they had to say.

"Eddie, come on. She's actually pretty cool. I feel like she wouldn't want to hang around you unless in small doses," Robin replied.

Eddie crossed his arms and glanced at the girl again.

"I didn't even know we had a new girl!" Eddie huffed, "Would've been nice to know," he added.

"Munson! Feet down and eyes front!" the teacher called so he could start class. Eddie rolled his eyes, dropping his feet. He kept sneaking glances at the new girl who caught his attention. Here's this girl, brand new to Hawkins, showing up in all black in platforms with black hair and dark makeup you only see on metal bands. How could he not find her interesting?

Class dragged on with Eddie continuing to stare, and Y/n continuing not to notice. The girl slipped off her jacket, causing Eddie's eyes to widen at the art littering her arms.

Tattoos.

Eddie Munson's weakness.

Eddie set his cheek on his hand with a dreamy smile. Robin would've sworn he had hearts in his eyes. He tried to discreetly lean to see the ink on her back but failed to do so before the bell rang.

He sighed in defeat. Eddie didn't have big enough balls to approach her and was hoping he could just see her again in another class.

Y/n entered her second period, smiling at Robin and Nancy who beat her there. "Y/n! Settle something for me," Nancy said, calling her attention. Y/n hummed, agreeing to help out. "So, I have this friend... he's kind of a loner, sits by himself, you know? But we're friends! And there's this Halloween party tonight and I think he's going to come because Steve and I and our friends are going and I think if we all go, he's going to want to go so he won't miss out on the fun! But Steve says Jonathan isn't going to care if we're all there or not. What do you think?" Nancy asked.

Y/n nodded, thinking. "I mean if he goes or not won't really affect the night. So, either way, I don't think it matters. If the guy's antisocial then he's antisocial. Can't do much about it," she replied, shrugging. Nancy saw her point and decided she would end the Jonathan concept with a bet on who would be right.

"Are you going?" Nancy asked. "Where?" Y/n replied. Nancy gave her a deadpan look. "To the party!" Nancy said.

Y/n stared at her with wide clueless eyes. Nancy sighed in defeat.

"Y/n, the Halloween party Tina's throwing tonight," she said. Y/n thought for a second before she remembered what they were talking about. Her face lit up in realization, earning a laugh from Nancy.

"Uh, I don't know man. I didn't even know there was one," Y/n said slowly. Nancy gripped her hand with a sly smile on her face.

"You're coming." Well, it's decided then!

Y/n shrugged and agreed on the condition that she got to ride along with Nancy and Steve. Y/n didn't feel like going to a party with Billy ass her ride because then she would end up having to walk home and that was for losers.

Y/n was not a loser.

Nancy was okay with it, so Y/n was okay to go. The teacher got up and started his lesson, offering candies to kids who got the answers right. Y/n, really just starved for candy, raised her hand every time. Even if she didn't know the answer. Still, she tried. Nancy gave her an amused look on the way out of the classroom at her carrying all her candies in her jacket with a satisfied smile. Y/n was content. She had food and all it took was playing a guessing game. She smiled like a goof all the way to the music room.

Y/n sat down in a different spot closer to the rest of the class that all sat in a big clump in the center of the chairs the music teacher had set up. Robin was doing some test in another class, so Y/n didn't expect to see her in third that day. She pulled out a little Hershey's bar and popped it in her mouth, doing a little dance as she ate it. She looked up in confusion when someone came in and ran right back out of the classroom.

Eddie Munson was currently freaking out in the hallway. Him and Y/n had the same third period. Music. Even better! Eddie loved music. He could roll with that. There was still a possibility that she was in his lunch or the last classes of the day, but the fact that she was in the same class right now was mind-blowing. Eddie took a deep breath, fluffed up his hair, and walked with fake confidence back into the music room. His heart almost melted at Y/n bopping to herself in her seat just because she had some candy. Eddie smiled to himself, hiding his grin behind his hair while he sat in the end seat in the row she was sitting in.

"Okay, uh... Hey! I'm Eddie. You're pretty. Wait- no. That's so stupid, what the fuck?" Eddie mumbled to himself. "What's up? I'm Eddie. I've never seen you here before," he whispered, mumbling curses and other various insults to himself. He was not smooth at all. The number of times Eddie had talked to a pretty girl successfully had yet to reach double digits. People just thought he was weird. Girls especially.

Eddie glanced over at her every five seconds. He was trying his best to be stealthy he really was. Was it working? Absolutely not...

A couple of the guys that sat in that class noticed his behavior and decided to call him out on it. "Hey, Munson! You got a new victim to stalk or are you just tweaking?" the random dickhead laughed. Eddie rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, looking like a toddler in time out.

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows, confusion clear on her face. "What's your issue, man?" she asked the dick two rows up. He scoffed, "That freak's been staring at you all class. You probably would've noticed if you weren't pigging out on candy." Y/n sent him a bored expression and sighed, "Alright brother. My love for candy has nothing to do with you overcompensating for your tiny cock and balls." Eddie let out a loud "ha!" before covering his mouth. "Whatever. You're probably both freaky psychos," the tiny penis man sneered. "Hey, you got a cool dog. What breed is it?" Y/n asked the asshole's friend.

The music teacher butt in before they could fight anymore with a warning and started class. Eddie took that as his chance. He quietly slid down the row until he sat a seat away from Y/n. "Thank's for that," he whispered. She smiled at her notebook and looked up at him. "No biggie. Dude was acting a fool," Y/n replied. Eddie snickered and pretended to pay attention to take notes in his own book.

Y/n snuck a peek at his book and smiled to herself at what he was actually writing. Eddie had drawn a stick figure with long hair and a guitar with lightning coming out of it. "Is that for monsters or something?" Y/n whispered, pointing out the lightning bolts with her pencil. Eddie looked up at her and down at her notes. He twirled his pen and drew another little stick figure on the corner of her page. Y/n laughed and drew a smiley face on his paper. They went back and forth until class ended. Eddie quickly drew an arrow pointing to the stick figure he drew on her paper and put Eddie in his messy handwriting.

"Who's Eddie?" Y/n laughed.

Eddie stood up with a flourish before motioning to himself. Y/n giggled and stood up after shoving her books into her bag.

"Well, go ahead and name that smiley face Y/n for me," she said. "That's you?" Eddie asked like he didn't already know. Y/n nodded, starting to walk out of class. "See ya, Eddie."

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d20-brainrot · 8 months

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get ready for some d20 asks bestie

favourite season

favourite pc

favourite npc

LEAST fav season/pc/npc

a line that you like

a funny bit that makes you laugh

saddest/most heartwrenching moment that makes you sad every time

best character arc in your opinion

which of the newly announced seasons are you most excited for?

who would you like to see on d20 for the first time or to return?

who would you like to see DM on d20?

a mini that you like

a battle set that you like

something you hope comes back for another season

a season you wish people would watch more

ooh i love this!!!

favorite season: definitely starstruck odyssey or neverafter. they are just both so fun, and everyone is having a good time. plus i like a little horror y'know?

fav pc: ylfa!!! she's just like me for real. no but seriously, she is a child growing up into a body she doesn't fully understand, and thinks that how she feels makes her irredeemable. little el is shaking in their boots right now. i also love lapin. he's deadpan but he does the right thing. plus i just loved how zac played him, it was wonderful

fav npc: esther sinclair is my shit!!!! i love her sm, she is a fierce warrior and i love that about her! also AYDA AGUEFORT IS THE BEST!!! just her and fig are adorable, her being besties with adaine, her calling gorgug the finest wizard ever, just beautiful!!

least fav season/pc/npc: i hate biz glitterdew with every ounce of my being. just the "nice guy" energy radiating from him makes me sick. like i had dudes like that interact with me in middle and high school, and they creeped me the fuck out.

a line i like: "i'm the prince of shoeberg, motherfucker!!!" is a great line and it makes me giggle every time i hear it. a very impactful line for me is "you listen to me right here. having panic attacks, that is not a character flaw, do you understand? you are not a coward. you have a goddamn medical condition, all right?" like that makes me want to sob. i watched this season right around the time that i got diagnosed with severe general anxiety and social anxiety, and it hit me that i am not flawed, i just needed some help.

funny bit that makes you laugh: god just the fact that murph cannot for the life of him roll well is hilarious. i also love the hairy baby dance! like the fact that it came back in an adventuring party for starstruck was fucking great.

saddest moment: god when jet is talking to liam and tells him to tell ruby that she did the right thing, and then the light goes out of the locket of the sweetest heart. gut-wrenching dude. or when they're in the nightmare forest, and brennan is talking about how ayda loves fig because she was kind to her, and that she sees her for who she really is. that always makes me tear up dude.

best character arc: dude ragh for sure! like him going from being a bully, to everyone realizing it was because he was getting harassed by his best friend/the guy that he had loved for years? god what a good storyline. or kugrash, sacrificing himself for everyone by eating the bagel?? killer moment.

fav newly announced season: wasn't there one about them blowing up or something? what the actual fuck does that mean mr. mulligan and mr. reich? huh???

who would you like to see on d20 return or for the first time: alex song-xia needs to come back. no ifs, ands, or buts about it! they were wonderful, and i loved how they played conrad. if they don't come back, i will lose my mind.

who would you like to see dm: murph should dm! he's amazing on naddpod (even though i'm only on the very first campaign) and i would love to see his work in the dome. it would be absolutely amazing!!!!

mini you like: preston was so tiny and so cute! i also loved sprinkle, for the same reason. the fact that it literally was just a sprinkle as a mini was great and i loved every second of it

battle set you liked: the battle with the terrible dogfish!! the fact that it came from like the top of the dome????? absolutely astounding. rick perry truly works wonders with minis.

something you hope comes back: ooh, that's a tough one. i did really like the moving part of mentopolis, the little pressure meter thingy. i did also love in acofaf that they got little trinkets! i love a good trinket!!

everyone needs to watch escape from the bloodkeep!!! i love it so so so much, and it has some amazing characters, some amazing minis, great players, and it's dimension 20 history y'all!!

#i love you thank you for this!#bestie lj <3 #asks #dimension 20 #dropout #fantasy high #mentopolis #d20 #dimension 20 neverafter

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jewbeloved · 2 years

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If Team Stan's s/o was with them during the pre k fire incident💗💗🔥🔥

Part 2 right here

I'm gonna mark this as platonic since this involves the boys being preschoolers and so as you. I should also count this as a fanfic since this post is so long lol.

Warnings: Arson (fire)

Gender: Neutral

💙🧡 The Main Four ❤️💚

You and the boys were all in the same class together.

You were playing on the rug with your f/t (favorite toy)

You have gotten along well with the boys ever since your first day at preschool.

While you were putting up your f/t in the toy box, the boys approached you with a smile on their faces.

"Oh, hey guys!" You waved at them and they all waved back.

"Hey Y/n, we all were thinking if we could play fireman together :3"

"Jews can't be fireman you know"

"Shut up fatass, since when was that a rule?" Kyle poked Cartman's rib.

"Don't call me fat you stupid Jew!!" Cartman gave Kyle a little push.

You giggled at both Kyle and Cartman.

"What's so funny y/n?" Cartman gave you a playful glare.

"Sorry, you and Kyle are both funny when you guys argue and call each other names like that" you continued to giggle.

"Hmmph!" Kyle and Cartman both pouted at the same time at you.

"Mmmmphhmmmmm", (Well guys if we are going to be firemans we need to start a fire).

"Kenny is right you guys"

"How are we going to start a fire?"

The boys turned to face you.

"Y/n, do you have any idea how we can start a fire?"

You tugged at your little f/c scarf while thinking.

"Uhh I'm not really sure.." Cartman groaned.

"That wasn't much help now was it?"

"Don't be mean Cartman! We all have no idea how to start a fire!"

"Alright then, how EXACTLY are we going to start a fire if we all have no clue on how do it?!"

You then scanned the room until your eyes stumbled upon a blonde boy hitting another boy on the hand with a hammer.

"What about that guy over there guys?" They looked at where you pointed at.

"You mean Trent boyett?"

"You know that guy?"

"He's the biggest and bad bully here, but you might not be wrong about him starting a fire for us"

You and the boys approached Trent as he was still hammering the poor boy's hand.

"Trent!" Trent stopped hammering the boy's hand and the boy took this as the chance to run away.

"What do you shit heads want?"

You and the boys looked at each other for a few secs.

"We're playing fireman but we need to start a fire first"

Trent looked at all of you in disbelief.

"Do you assholes even know how to start a fire?"

"Well do you know how to start one?"

"Well sure I do! I burned a lot of stuff before"

"Start one and we will try and put it out!"

"Are you fellas sure this is a good idea?" You heard Butters approaching you all.

"Shut up Butters, we know what we're doing!"

"Oh, okay then.." Butters then walked away.

Trent went slient for a few mins before signing.

"Fine, whatever"

Trent grabbed a piece of paper off the table and crushed it up before pulling out a lighter and setting the paper on fire.

"Woah! Fire!"

"Me first me first!"

Stan went up to the fire while making a fire truck siren noise.

You watched as he pulled down his pants and began peeing on the fire.

The rest of the boys pulled down their pants to and began peeing on the fire with Stan.

"Huh?" You stared in confusion.

"Come on Y/n, help us put out the fire"

Trent also stared in confusion.

"Uh, okay" You went to stand next to Cartman as they continued to "try" and put out the fire.

"What am I supposed to do?"

"Drop your pants or shorts down and pee on it"

"And how is peeing on it going to put it out?"

"Come on Y/n, just trust us alright?"

"Okay, but I hope you guys know what you're doing.."

You dropped down your pants/shorts and proceeded to pee on the fire infront of you.

After 1 min, you and the boys pulled up your pants/shorts.

But you all began to stare in confusion at how the fire isn't put out.

"What? Why isn't it going away?"

"Hey! why aren't you guys putting out that fire??"

The teacher ran over after she smelled the smoke of the fire. (I forgot the teacher's name)

"Trent Boyett what have you done now?!"

"They said they could put it out!"

"Children back away from the fire, now!" You all moved out of the teacher's way while she grabs a rug and try to smoother out the fire.

The rug got led on fire and then the fire caught the teacher's dress on fire.

"GAHHH!!!! IM BURNING!!!" You watched in horror as the teacher was running around while on fire.

"Put it out! Put it out!" After the teacher stopped running around and dropped on the floor, the boys ran over to her and dropped their pants again and began peeing on her.

You and Trent stood and watched with the same expression on your faces.

After a short while, you were standing outside of the building with the boys while being surrounded by your other classmates and police officers.

"I'm too young to go to jail!" tears started to fall from your eyes.

"Y/n, y/n! Calm down okay? We will get out of this together" Stan gave you a pat on your back while reassuring you.

The police officers were finished talking to Trent about the incident and they walked over to you and the boys.

"You 5! Trent is trying to tell us that you guys were the ones that started this mess!"

"Not us! We're good kids!"

"Is that so?"

"Tell them it was an accident! You all thought you could put out the fire!"

"Trent Boyett is a liar, sir.."

"I always thought so, come on Trent you're going to juvenile for a long time!" The police officer putted handcuffs on Trent and began dragging him to the car.

"Butters! You saw everything! Tell them what happened!"

Everyone, including you looked at Butters to see what he's about to say.

"I wish I could Trent, but I don't wanna get involved ..my parents will ground me.."

"You better pray that I don't get out of juvenile! You better all pray!!" Trent yelled as the officer threw him into the car and began driving off.

"See Y/n? We are all okay now" Stan wiped the tears off your face while giving you a smile.

"But...what if he comes back? I feel a bit guilty for lying..."

"So? That's like 5 years from now, he won't be coming back for a long time"

Stan removed his arm off of you to give you some space.

The boys began to jump, cheer, and give each other high fives that they had gotten rid of Trent.

They pulled you into a group hug to.

You didn't know how to react that everyone thinks you and the boys are innocent even though you guys are the ones who started this mess.

You might as well and hope that Trent doesn't break out of juvenile to kill you and the boys💙🧡🧡💚💗💗

Should I make a 2nd part to this or nah?

Also this scenario was based off the south park episode 'preschool' <3.

You can watch it here: https://www.wcoforever.net/south-park-season-8-episode-10-pre-school

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stranger things ● the new girl pt 4 ● g.emerson

warnings

a little angst. bullying / mentions of how shitty some people can be. reader has kind of a crappy -read lonely, homelife, 'idiots in love / bicker like an old married couple trope, fluff, PDA - hugging, hurt comfort, flirting, confrontations and occasional fights, drinking, mentions of weed -probably-, eventual filth, maaaybe.. female reader warning, kept her vague though, aside from clothes/basic personality/hair and the fact that she's a rich girl + anti popularity for reasons unknown.

word count

2264 exactly. welcome to part 4, babes, ig.

y'all are gonna be tired of my bullshit holy shit. because this might actually be a slow burn kind of thing..

summary

continued from ( here pt 3 ) being the new girl isn't fun. but you're starting to become friends with Gareth now and you're also starting to realize that you want more.. traash my summaries are traaash man.

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masterlist ● gareth's masterlist ● about + rules

You roll your eyes when you spot Andy making his way over to your locker. Beside you, Molly speaks up. "I don't know why you're so annoyed, I mean..c'mon. He's popular and hot."

"I'm pretending I didn't just hear that come out of your mouth, Molly. He's a disgusting prick." you whirl around just in time to keep him from touching you by tapping your shoulder. You're smirking up at him. "I was just talking about you, Andy."

He steps closer and you grimace, stepping away. "Yeah. I was telling Molly here that you're a disgusting little prick."

"Bitch."

"Thank you. I'll take that compliment." your smirk grows.

Molly speaks up. "Well I think you're handsome." She steps closer to Andy and he cringes. "Gross. I wasn't asking you, Moo."

You and Edith share a look and roll your eyes at the way she's so quick to throw herself at a guy who consistently calls her a cow or moos when she walks past him in the hallway. When Andy calls her a cow, she looks crushed. Embarrassed. You step between them with a hand on your hip and Edith does the same. "Fuck off, shrimp dick."

"Aw, cmon. Don't be like that. Give me a chance."

"Is he fucking brain dead?" You mutter to yourself before speaking up again,"Yeah, we're not doing this. Cmon,Molly. You don’t have to take his shit. We're leaving now."

You and Edith grab her by the arm and drag her away, turning down the hall that the art class is on so you can wait for the room to empty and hang out with Maria and Adeline like usual.

As soon as you're standing off where you think you are out of earshot , you look at her in concern after smacking her upside the head. "Seriously? You want the guy who treats you like shit?"

"Maybe he'd stop. Maybe I could get to him."

You grimace. "Those assholes never change. They grow up and get meaner."

"At least I'm not all in love with some little loser freak." Molly glares at you, folding her arms over her chest. You laugh. And you step closer. "Wanna repeat that, Molly? Call him- or his friends freaks one more time, Molly.."

You're angry now, stepping up to Molly as you shake your head at her in disappointment. "Know what? I'm done. Done. At least he doesn't treat people like shit. None of them do from what I've seen."

"You heard me." Molly steps up to you and she's got this bitter look on her face, shaking her head as she continues, "Y’know, I don't understand you, ____. You could have it all. And what are you doing?" she pauses, shaking her head at you. "You're such a dumb bitch. I'd kill to be in your situation. Do you know what I deal with, ___?"

"No. But do you know what I deal with, Molly?"

"What could you possibly go through, huh? You’re beautiful. You're smart and at least boys look at you like they want you and its not just to humiliate you. You have a big house." She pauses, taking several ragged breaths, "Your parents let you do whatever you want and they're never around to butt in. If you don't wanna come to school, nobody's forcing you, I mean..didn't you miss like 3 days just because you weren't in the mood to be here?"

You laugh bitterly. "Yeah. I guess I really have it made. Fuck you, Molly."

You storm off and shove through the handful of students who have overheard the entire thing. In your haste to get away and cool down, you completely miss the fact that three fourths of Hellfire -Gareths friends Jeff, Eddie and Ethan, have all overheard the entire thing and most importantly, what they didn't hear was you, rushing to deny any accusations Molly made about the way you feel about their best friend Gareth.

Which goes a long way in making the three of them realize that you're not being put up to being nice so one of the assholes can turn it into a cruel prank later. It makes them realize that they were right, you were holding back a lot whenever you were around them with Gareth lately. But it wasn't for the reasons they thought.

Edith processes what's just happened and she turns on Molly in disgust. "Y'know.. I'm starting to realize how ugly your bitterness makes you. Find another way home after FHA this afternoon." and she turns to scramble down the hallway, colliding with Eddie Munson in the process. "Either of you see where ___ went?"

"She bolted. I think she's outside or the bathroom. What the fuck was all that?" Eddie asks, gazing at the Edith in concern. "Molly's been jealous of ___ since she moved here. Because she likes Andy. And Andy likes ___ but she hates him. So that, sir.. that was Molly Fletcher making a real dumb decision because I'm done."

Eddie chuckles. Tugs at the collar of his Hellfire shirt when she refers to him as sir because he's…not expecting it to have the impact it does. Edith speaks up again. Quietly. "Could you, um.. I need to get by you?"

"I scare you real bad, huh?"

"Nope. Just that I need to get to her." Edith holds his gaze and Eddie steps out of the way, letting Edith take off to find you.

Meanwhile, you're in the girls bathroom and you're sitting on the floor with your knees to your chin because everything Molly said got to you. Made you think about exactly why you have a hard time making friends. Why it's so damn hard to open up easily. You feel bad for her and you know she catches hell but it just makes you so angry that she didn't even hesitate to turn on you and Edith when the two of you were trying to get her out of a bad situation.

The door opens and Edith peeks in, hissing your name. "Back here, Edie."

"Found her, Adi."

Edith, Adeline and Maria wander in.

"You okay, ___?"

"Fuck that bitch. If she wants Andy let her have the damn prick."

"Holy shit, you guys.. Eddie Munson is kinda like.. pretty."

You laugh and you're quick to jam the heel of your hands into your eyes to stop the tears. "Guys, she's probably just saying that because they always bully her so bad.."

"Girl." Edith smacks the back of your head lightly. " Aht.Aht. what we aren't doing is giving her shit a free pass anymore. She was foul."

"What Edie said, ___. She's been jealous of all of us at one point or another, we just kept trying because everyone else was so horrible to her." Maria holds out her bag of chips to you.

You reach in, getting a few out for yourself. "I'm just so mad. But then I stop and think about it and I feel bad for her."

"Yeah, don't."

"She's been a total brat lately. Don't waste the time and don't let her get to you, girl."

"You good?"

"I guess."

"C’mon. I'm starving and I'm going to eat lunch in the actual cafeteria for once. She can suffer."

Maria and Adeline pretend they can't pull you up and it makes you laugh. You stop by the mirror and grimace. "The one day I don't have my damn makeup bag with me, I'm gonna spend the day with runny mascara."

"It'll be fine, girl. It's actually kind of hot."

"It's not, I look like shit."

"Hot shit though. Fuck everybody else, alright?"

You nod.

And as the four of you are bracing yourselves to go into the cafeteria after the huge scene Molly made, Eddie, Ethan and Jeff have all sat Gareth down at the Hellfire table and they're telling him what he missed while he was talking to a teacher about extra credit.

"Wait.. what happened?"

"Well, Andy cornered __ like usual. And ___ was a smartass, like usual.." Eddie trails off ad Gareth goes off on a tangent about how many times he's told you to stop antagonizing Andy. Eddie clears his throat and reaches out to stop Gareth from getting up, "I wasn't finished. Sit the fuck down, Emerson."

"Okay, what else happened?"

"Molly Fletcher tried to hit on Andy I guess. And he did that shit, calling her a cow?" Jeff grimaces and Eddie continues, "So ___ and that librarian looking chick, the kinda hot one, they got her off to herself. Trying to be friends. That kinda blew up and the next thing we know, ___ and Molly are in each other's faces and Molly unloaded on ___, dude. When she said something about us, ___ got in her face and kinda shoved her a little. But get this." Eddie pauses dramatically, just long enough that Gareth is giving him a dirty look, "Well?"

Eddie chuckles. "I'm getting there, man."

"So get there already, man."

"Molly went off, said something about her being into you, man and ___ didn't exactly deny it."

Gareth blinks. "Huh? Look, is ___ okay or not?"

"Dude you're missing the big picture here. ____ basically admitted she likes you..without admitting it."

"No she didn't, that's not how that works, Munson. Is ___ okay or not?"

"She's upset right now…some other shit got said by Molly and ___ was tearing up when she ran past me." Eddie admits. "The short version is this man.. we were wrong about her."

"I fucking told you guys she wasn't gonna turn into one of them. Where did she go?"

Jeff notices you as you slip into the crowded lunch line with your friends and he nudges Gareth. "There she is."

Gareth is heading over to talk to you and Eddie stops him. "They can sit with us. If they want to."

Gareth gives him the thumbs up and makes his way up to you, tapping your shoulder.

You whirl around, the glare on your face softens when you find yourself body to body with Gareth. "Hey."

"Hey. How'd it go with Mrs. Lane?"

"She said if I write a stupid fucking paper I'll get the credit." he answers, stepping closer to you because your eyes are still red from crying. He tilts your chin when you look down to make you look up at him. "You okay?" he asks in concern.

You shrug. "Its dumb, grump."

"What happened?"

"Molly's a bitch. She probably doesn't wanna talk about it." Adeline answers, gazing at Gareth. "It was pretty bad."

"Adi, what the hell? It's not a big deal."

" She shouldn't have said the stuff she said. In front of everybody in the hall." Edith responds, "Stop defending her. Some people don't deserve it."

"Edie, they treat her like shit. Some people don't just shut down like me." you coax, giving Edith a pleading look.

"Stop being nice. She doesn't deserve it."

"They're right ba– shit, ___ I meant.." Gareth wants the floor to open up and swallow him. Edith catches on to what he almost called you and nudges Adeline and Maria. "We're gonna go find a table."

"Okay."you call out after them.

You turn your attention to Gareth, you heard his almost slip up but you're torn between happy and trying to tell yourself you misheard.

"What did she say?"

"Nothing." you lie about it because you don't want to bother him with your bullshit. Because you really like him a lot and you're not taking the risk of doing anything that will mess up your friendship.

"She said something, you cried. Try again, ___." Gareth coaxes, pulling you against him gingerly.

"Fine." you take a deep breath or two and then you tell him everything, all of it. Including why it bothered you enough to make you cry.

"Shit." he grimaces as you finish, " Fuck her for that."

You shrug, "I'll live, Gareth. It just..stirred some things up."

"Yeah. Kind of sounds like it." he lets you go reluctantly and if it weren’t for the teacher giving him serious stink eye, he wouldn't have.

You frown a little once he's let go because you miss the way it felt to have him hugging you. "Hey, if you wanna sit with us, ___, you can."

You nod. Your friends are all giggling, Edith even gives you a thumbs up as you walk past to sit. And by the end of lunch, Eddie has gotten so tired of having to shout from the Hellfire table to your friends table that he gets annoyed, stands up and makes a big show of dragging that one over to the end of the Hellfire table and gesturing to it, "Okay, now we can all yell up and down the table..like civilized people."

"Boo." Edith is taunting him, giving him a thumbs down. Eddie flips her off and everyone laughs. You pick at your food a little and Gareth notices. "Thought you liked salads.. yknow, I'm starting t' think you're gonna turn into a bunny on me."

"Bite me, grouch."

"You probably taste like lettuce, bunny. I'm good." Gareth teases.

"Oh haha. Think you're so funny,huh?" you flip him off, and pick up your fork, stabbing a few pieces of lettuce. "Better?"

"It'll work." Gareth shrugs, taking a bite of his own food and grimacing as he shoves his plate away. "What is this shit?"

You laugh. "You picked it."

"Eat your salad, bunny. Then if you're lucky, you can have some of my fries."

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《ғɪɴᴀʟ ᴘᴀʀᴛ》

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✧ sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss ᴄʟᴀss ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛʀᴜɢɢʟᴇ ɪɴ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ʙᴏʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇᴅ ʜᴇᴇsᴇᴜɴɢ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀs sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴜᴛᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴜᴛᴏʀɪɴɢ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ.

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“ she is heeseung, stop lying to yourself. do you know how hurt she’s gonna be if she see’s you with her. you didn’t even give her a chance but you’re giving y/n a chance? its sad heeseung very sad. ”

isa said that feeling as she made a point. “ just stop fucking talking isa. please it’s the most annoying shit someone can deal with. i don’t know how they can put up with you and your annoying ass friends especially sunghoon he would never disrespect you so why sit here disrespecting y/n? ” heeseung looked over at me watching me drop my head again. feeling like he could kill somebody he went quiet. “ you wanna know why we disrespect her? huh? it’s because she’s useless she means nothing to nobody. not eve you heeseung you just don’t want to admit it. she can’t even stand up for herself, maybe if she stood up for herself people would like her. ” my tears nearly falling i quickly stop them with my finger trying no to mess up my makeup.

“ sunghoon, please shut her up. ” she spoke again, “ no, give wonyoung a chance and i wont make her life a living hell. ” he rolled his eyes, not responding because him talking to her is tiring. we finally arrived at the party letting sunghoon and isa get out first. as everyone got out he lifted my head up, pecking my lips, holding my waist and hand as i stepped out the limo. everyone basically simping as these boys walked through the door. they screamed as if they were celebrities or something. jake and jay taking couple pictures with their dates, isa trying to convince sunghoon to do the same. heeseung walked me to a seat so i can sit down for a minute. i couldn’t even hold my head up anymore, it was embarrassing enough that i was here. hee held my hand.

“ i know its hard for you to be here right now but can you please hold your head up y/n? i wanna see your face. ” i slowly lifted my head, looking as if i just came back from the dead. he moved my hair out of my face softly smiling. “ you want something to drink? ” i nodded pouting. “ okay beautiful, i’ll be back. ” he got up and walked over to get me a drink. i sat alone for a while because everyone was talking to heeseung. I saw a girl from class who was actually nice to me, walking over to me. “ hi y/n! ” she said loud enough for me to hear. she sat next to me. “ hi chaehyun. ” i put on a light smile. “ why are you by yourself? wheres heeseung? i seen him come in with you. ” i point over to where the drinks are. “ ohokay but me, wonyoung, isa, karina, yuna, winter, and the boys are gonna be playing truth or dare, you wanna play with us? ” scratching my head knowing they’re the ones that bully me i try to kindly decline. “ uhh no i'm okay. ” not noticing wonyoung walking up to us. “ why y/n? are you scared? ” wonyoung said that with that little teasing voice while she sat next to me. “ n-no. ” she laughed and came closer to me whispering, “ heeseung doesn’t like when girls are scared to do things as simple as playing games so i’d advise you to play before you have everyone trying to convince you in the most irritating way possible. ”

heeseung rushed back over to me hoping wonyoung didn’t say anything bad to me. “ oh, hi heeseungie! i was just wondering if she could play truth or dare with us. everyone wants her to play. ” he looked at wonyoung and looked back at me. “ are sure you wanna play y/n? ” i shrugged knowing no one was gonna leave me alone if i said no. wonyoung happily walked away going back to isa and her little friend group. heeseung then sat down next to me handing me the cup. i took a sip of the drink not caring about the alcohol in the drink. “ you don’t have to play if you don’t want to. ” i looked at him, “ hee i barely wanted to come to the party but i’m here right? i’ll just play and maybe the party wont seem like i’m just sitting here for no reason. ” he smiled wrapping his arm around my shoulders. “ okay then y/n. ” i took another sip of the drink before they called us over saying they were starting the game.

“ okay everyone! the game of truth of dare has started! ” we all gathered a circle with a bunch of chairs. “ is everyone ready? ” with everyone answering with a nod yuna decided to go first. “ karina truth or dare? ” she took no time to think. “ dare! ” everyone was quiet waiting for yuna to give the dare. “ i dare you to kiss jay. ” she got up and sat on jays lap tongue kissing him. feeling disgusted the game went on for a while until it was wonyoungs in to choose truth or dare. “ wonyoung, truth or dare? ” she thought for a while. “ dare. ” she said with a evil smirk making eye contact with me. “ sit on heeseungs lap until your next dare.” two rounds later it was hee’s turn. “ truth or dare. ” wonyoung asked. “ dare. ” he said so calmly. “ point to someone you want to kiss, you can’t point at y/n though. ” he thought for a minute before choosing. he pointed at wonyoung, in his mind he was fucking with her head but i thought he actually meant it. i kind of looked away starting to feel weird looking at them now.

it was finally my turn. i felt it was going to be a terrible question or dare given to me. “ y/n truth or dare? ” i thought one of the girls would’ve asked but no it was hoon. “ um.. dare. ” he gave heeseung a look letting him know this was gonna piss him off. “ come here. ” he said with the softest tone, signaling me over with his index finger then pointing at his lap. hee looked at hoon as if he was crazy. i got up and walked over to him. he pointed at heeseung telling me stand facing him and i did so. he put his hands on my hips gripping them softly as he pulled me onto his lap. “ don’t move until its your turn okay? ” it was so new to me but i liked it. it felt good actually. later finding out it was one of my turn ons. feeling nothing but uncomfortable wetness, hoon felt on my legs and waist turning me on more. but heeseung put on that same deadly look he had on the ride here. wanting to remove me from hoons lap.

with the way i was sitting, if hoon were to bounce or just move his leg, i wouldn’t know what to do with myself. “ heeseung and sunghoon both point at someone you would kiss. ” heeseung still trying to fuck with her head he pointed at wonyoung, worrying me a little. i started to look a little sad but after seeing hee point at wonyoung, hoon pointed at me. hoon just didn’t like that hee was changing up on me making me look useless. “ okay then, kiss. ” wonyoung turned around to face heeseung moving in for a kiss. but not wanting to feel embarrassed if hoon kissed me heeseung kissed her. at this point i was hurt. i could even look at him the same. “ i really didn’t want to because i thought you liked her, i just didn’t want y/n to feel weird heeseung. ” i stood up and walked out needing some fresh air.

wonyoung laughed finally getting what she wanted. lee heeseung. i walked out the front doors, as my tears fell. i tried stopping them but they just kept falling. continuously wiping them didn’t help. i just continued to cry. sunghoon rushed outside and grabbed me before i walked too far. he pulled me, bringing me closer to him, allowing me to rest my head on his chest. “s-sungh-hoon. ” he pat my head as i struggled to speak still crying. “ it’s okay y/n. i don’t know what got into him, i’m pretty sure he doesn’t even know what got into himself neither. please don’t cry. ” he lifted my head up wiping my tears for me. looking in my eyes feeling sorry. feeling guilty but wanting to make heeseung feel just as bad as he made me feel, once hoon saw that hee was walking outside, hoon kissed me, pulling me closer to his body then before.

i know why he was doing it but i still felt like i was in the wrong. “ y/n! ” heeseung yelled rushing over to us. hoon pulled away still holding me close. heeseung grabbed my arm pulling me away from sunghoon. “ why? ” heeseung sounded so hurt and shaky but i couldn’t even look him in the eyes. i tried pulling away but hee’s grip on my arm was too tight. “ it wasn’t her idea, it was mines. she’s been embarrassed enough this whole day and being someone who i would’ve thought really liked her you turn around and kiss the girl that talks about her. that shit hurts and i wanted you to feel just as bad. ” hee took a deep breath. “ y/n, i don’t like wonyoung nor did i want to kiss her. i did it because i was jealous.. i didn’t want you kissing him. i was just scared y/n, seriously, i’m sorry.. ” heeseung got just as emotional as me, i looked at him watching the tears grow in his eyes. hoon started to walk back in the house happily seeing he “fixed” our situation.

“ i want you and only you beautiful. i want to be the only one who touches you and kisses you, making you feel good. the same going for me, i only want you to kiss me and touch me. no one else especially not wonyoung.” he pulled me to him, the the tears he held finally falling. he sobbed hoping i don’t leave him. “ please don’t leave y/n.. let me make it up to you, please. ” it was a show and prove situation to him. he wanted to show and prove to me that he wanted me and only me. i wiped his tears and kissed his nose. “ i wont leave hee. ” with neither of us wanting to go back in that house we decided to since i left my purse in there. “ do i look okay? does it look like i’ve been crying? ” i giggled. “ kinda but not too much, they wont notice since its a little dark in there. ” he held my hand. “ are you ready to go back inside? ” he asked me. i nodded then we proceeded to walk back in.

when we walked in we heard nothing but music and low talking. everyone soon turned silent as they put their attention on us. wonyoung ran up to heeseung hugging him. “ heeseungie, i’m glad you came back inside! this party was boring without you. ” she said pouting. she ripped me and heeseungs hands apart and tried pulling him to the dance floor. he stepped away from her, walking back to me. hee was still pissed when it came to sunghoon though. he knew that when i sat on his lap, it felt good to me. he knew the kiss was good, he wasn’t just gonna let me get away with this tonight. standing behind me, hands on my hips, he whispered in my ear. “ go get your purse pretty girl, we’re gonna go somewhere else. ” i listened walking to the couch, wonyoung mugged me as i did so, and heeseung pulled out his phone calling someone that i suppose is gonna come get us. i grabbed my purse, making sure still i had everything in there. i walked back over to heeseung talking to jake and jay. “ we’re gonna leave, when you’re ready to go just call. ” they nodded. hee looked at me. “ ready to leave? ” i grabbed his hand. “ mhmm. ” he waved saying bye to everyone, walking outside to where our ride was.

when we got in the car i got curious. “ where are we going hee? ” he smiled lightly. “ to my house. ” the ride was for the most part quiet and he got extremely touchy. lightly squeezing my thighs, the soft skin from his nose brushing against my neck, the breeze i felt flowing through the slightly cracked window sending me a chill down my spine. i haven’t realized but he’s been brick up since he stood behind me telling me to go grab my purse. nibbling on my ear, later whispering in my ear. “ i don’t know how you can turn me on this easy beautiful. all i had to do was stare. ” we’ve made it to his house. he opened the backseat door, getting out, holding it open for me until i stepped out. closing the car door, watching as the car drove away. he led me into his house, closing the door behind him. it was dark, he picked me up then walking me over to the couch, gently placing me down. sitting down next to me he removed my boots as well as his shoes. hovered over me like he has eaten in days. he spoke in a very low, deep, and extremely attractive tone.

“ do you think that sunghoon can make you feel better than i can y/n? ” i was speechless, i’ve never did anything but kiss them so how would i know. “ i don’t know hee.. ” i felt shaky, scared that he’d be upset at my answer. it got quiet as he thought for a minute. “ do you think i can make you feel better than anyone who’s made you feel good in the past? ” he kept the same tone. “ well.. i’ve never did anything with anyone so i suppose not… ” he smiled. “ so you seriously belong to me and only me then, pretty girl. ” before he gave me time to speak, his lips were pressed against mine. my hands wrapping around his neck as if it was an automatic thing. his hands exploring my body starting from my legs later moving up to my hips, waist, boobs, and the last thing being my neck. he put his hands on the sleeves of my jacket pulling it off of me, taking his jacket off after removing mine. he placed his right hand on my hips, laying me on my back. leaving his left hand open he placed it on my neck, deepening the kiss, the deeper the kiss got the more tongue we used. the kiss got sloppier by the second, our breathing getting slightly heavy.

removing his hand from my hip he moved his hand down to my vagina, placing two fingers on my clit outside of my panties, moving them in a circular motion causing me to let out a quiet moan. i felt a smile grow on hee's face when he heard me moan. “ you like that huh pretty girl? ” i nodded. he sat up, tapping the side of my thigh letting me know to lift myself up. i did so and he pulled off my panties placing them on the floor. as i came back down i pulled my dress down a little not wanting him to see down there. he grabbed my hand and moved it away. “ no beautiful, don't cover yourself. you look good. ” making sure i didn't cover myself again he fully pulled my dress full off, causing me to cover myself with my hands. he took his black tee off throwing it to the floor. moving my hands again, he stayed silent, he pecked my lips, licking, sucking, and placing light marks and kisses on my body until he made it down to my area. slowly spreading my legs, once he got to the perfect place, he kissed and licked around my pussy lips watching as i leaked from the wetness. he placed a kiss on my clit before he ate. “ just tell me when to stop. ”

wrapping his arms around my legs like a pair of cuffs, he licked slowly wanting to catch every moan that came from my mouth, i could feel as he licked faster listening as my moans got louder. releasing one of his arms from my leg, he prepped his two fingers later sticking them in me watching my eyes while they rolled back enough for his liking. pulling them out of me just to quickly stick them back in. i was a mess. i couldn't hold back my moans, i placed my hand on his head, lightly tugging his hair. “ you look and sound so good when you moan. ” he picked up some speed finger fucking me faster watching me every time i bucked my hips. “ he-hee.. ” i could barely catch my breath. “ i-im gonna c-cum hee.. ” he pushed them into me deeper. “ cum for me then beautiful. ” he moved his hand faster, licking and sucking my clit until he felt it rain on his face, placing his mouth over my pussy, licking up both my squirt and cum as it came out of me.

“ you taste too good y/n. ” i smiled. heeseung pulled my fully naked body onto his lap. “ do you feel like you can do more for me tonight, baby? ” he kissed my cheek, rocking me like a baby. “ i think so.. ” he got up with me still in his arms, carrying me upstairs to his room. he laid me on his bed walking back to his door so he can close it. after closing it he walked back to the bed, taking off his belt, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, as i just sat there watching. slightly pulling them down revealing the band of his boxers and his v-line. he climbed on top of me, spreading my legs, once again hovering over me. i grabbed a pillow covering myself once more. “ i told you not to cover yourself baby, why don’t you listen? you want me to punish you? ” he grabbed the pillow pulling it away from me, throwing it across the room. i shook my head.

“ i’m gonna ask you again and this time i need words pretty girl. do you want to be punished?” listening to heeseung speak like that made me clench my thighs. it made me hornier than i was before, i wanted to say yes badly but i was scared to. i didn’t want anything to be weird “ you have 5 seconds to give me a answer baby. ” i just stayed quiet. “ oh, so you do want a punishment? okay. ” i started to get worried knowing this was still my first time doing anything. “ its okay i’ll let you get used to me being inside of you before i do too much to you. ” he came closer to my neck, sucking it, leaving dark red marks leading down to my breasts. he sucked on my nipples, and pressed his print against my pussy teasing me as i whined wanting him to force himself inside of me. “ if you want it you’re gonna have to use your words. ” i pouted. “ h-heeseung please.. ” he tilted his head. “ please what baby? ” i pointed at his pants. “ words. ” with the firmness in his voice if he told me to dance for him i’d be too scared to say no.

“ i want it.. please put it inside of me.. ” he smirked, pulling down his pants and boxers, allowing his dick to pop out at me. i bit my lip smiling a little. already pinning my legs down he looked at me. “ grab it and put it inside you. ” i didn’t expect him to say that. i slowly grabbed it guiding it to my hole until the tip was in me. “ good girl. ” it was long. more than 7 inches at least. as he slowly pushed it in, my eyes teared up from the pain and pleasure. i placed my hands on his chest. “ f-fuck… hee- ” he cut you off. “ no cursing baby. you’re too innocent for that. ” innocent??? we are literally having sex. what the fuck did he want me to do? stay silent? that was impossible. he slowly thrusted into me. i couldn’t help but release the moans trapped in my throat. “ you’re so fucking tight baby. ” soon thrusting a little faster, my moans got louder. he placed his hand on my throat gripping it tightly as i struggled to breathe.

“ is it too big for you? ” i let it go through one ear and out the other only for moaning to be my response. his grip on my neck tightened, his free hand gripping my waist just as tight, fucking me harder than before. “ y.. yes h-hee.. ” my hands moving from his chest to his back digging my nails deep into his skin. “ look at you, taking it like a good girl. ” i can feel it. i have to cum. “ i-i have t.. to.. ” i cant even catch my breath as heeseung continues to tighten his grip on my neck and waist. i can feel the bruise on my waist forming. “ don’t cum until i say so. ” it reminded me of sunghoon when he said, “ don’t move until its your turn okay? ” but it was much better. i’m under heeseungs control now. i soon forgot about sunghoon when i felt as hee picked up his speed, fucking me faster and harder. “ cum with me baby. ” i let out the loudest moans possible as hee groaned feeling my cum around his dick, pulling out, nutting on my stomach. heeseung got up walking to the bathroom to go get a towel, he got back and cleaned me up. he laid next to me pulling me onto his chest. “ did you enjoy it? ” nearly passed out i responded, “ yes.. thank you heeseung.. ” he put his hand under my chin lifting it up so he could kiss me. “ don’t thank me, just know that now, there’s really no leaving each other. ” i smiled. we talked for the rest of the night until i fell asleep on his chest. he looked down at me while i slept smiling brightly. he kissed my head.

“ i love you beautiful and i hope we last. ”

ᴇɴᴅ.@seventeensbabye

∘₊✧── ᴛᴜᴛᴏʀ ʟᴇᴇ sᴇʀɪᴇs ɪs ɴᴏᴡ ᴏᴠᴇʀ. ──✧₊∘

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 2 years

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Confessions

Summary; Based on this story request.

Can you write some angst to fluff for Steve Harrington with Henderson reader is set between seasons 2 & 3 where Steve and the reader get into a fight that ends in telling each other I love you after he finds out she agreed to tutor Billy to get him to leave the Party alone.

Pairings; Henderson Reader x Steve Harrington

Warnings; None really some swears and fluff

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Y/n Henderson hated bullying assholes and if you asked her Billy Hargrove was the biggest one on the planet.

He smirks at her as she glares at him not being fooled at the way he's trying to charm her into getting what he wants.

"Are you seriously trying to get me to sleep with you right now?" She asks disgustedly and is ready to fire off with a million reasons on why the asshole can go to hell.

His gaze travels down her body and he makes a show of licking his lips, shes about to walk off when he grabs her arm and pull a her back.

"Easy, easy. I wasn't asking to sleep with you, prissy bitches aren't my type". Okay, she's so not a violent person but right now she wants to hit him hard.

"Good. You're the last man on earth that I would ever sleep with so, please go away. I'm sick of you bullying Dustin and his friends. You're an asshole".

He still has that smug look on his face and leans into her. "If you quit being a bitch for a second I was going to offer you a deal, I leave your brother alone and his little friends. I'll even go easy on Max".

She raises an eyebrow and urges him to go on. "I'm listening". He flashes her another charming smile.

"I need your help with math. You're like a genius with numbers, right? tutor me and I'll keep my word". She nods.

"Fine, meet me tomorrow after school".

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She really didn't want Billy at her house or for Dustin to see him but she didn't have much choice when he practically ambushed her after school to begin their tutoring sessions.

Keeping this on the down low was something that she strived to do because she can imagine how awkward it would be explaining this to the gang.

Keeping it a secret lasted for about a week then all hell broke loose.

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Today had been a nightmare and it was not getting any better between a stressful day at school and tutoring Billy she was at her wits end.

He didn't seem to have one bit of interest in anything she was saying and it was annoying the hell out of her.

She was just about to call him out on it when the front door opened and she could hear not only Dustin's voice but Steve's too.

Shit! "You have to go" she urges panicked to Billy whose eyes dance amused at her anxiousness.

He parks himself on her bed and looks at her bedroom door waiting for the chaos to kick off.

"Nah, I'll stay right here. Enjoy the show". Oh, she bets he will. Her heart sinks as her door opens and Dustin bounds in smiling with Steve in tow who looks so cute in his Scoops Ahoy uniform.

She's been in love with Steve for months now but she knows he doesn't feel the same, she's pretty sure he still loves Nancy. It devastated him when he found out she was with Jonathan.

She and Steve had grown quite close in the few months that he had been hanging around Dustin and she loved that her little brother had a positive male role model to look up to.

He adored Steve which was kinda sweet but right now she wished Steve was literally anywhere else.

The minute both boys see Billy lounging on her bed she braces for the onslaught.

"What the fuck are you doing here". Steve growls and in an instant, he's protective and stalks towards Billy who gets up to meet Steve.

"Cute outfit Harrington, bet you get a lot of bitches in that huh? and for your information, Henderson and I have a deal".

He grabs his jacket and winks at her then heads out leaving her to deal with her angry brother and a very pissed-off Steve.

"Dustin go to your room, I'll explain everything later". She promises him and he scowls " No way".

"Henderson go, I gotta talk to your sister". Dustin looks like he's about to argue but decides better of it and stomps to his room.

Steve slams her door shut as he rounds on her furious. "What the hell were you thinking? you know what that ass has done to me, Max and Lucas and yet you're hanging with him".

"Of course, I know what he's done. I was doing this for the gang so Billy would leave everyone alone, he said if I tutored him then he would back off from everyone".

Steve softens up a bit but still looks furious.

"Did you ever stop to think he was trying to get in your pants y/n! You have him here in your bedroom and he could have took advantage".

"I can handle myself Steve and he isn't interested in that way Steve I'm not his type". Steve scoffs and her stomach flutters a bit.

"You're beautiful y/n and I can't stand the thought of him near you, if he hurt you or tried anything"

His concern was really nice but she wasn't a fragile doll, she could handle herself. "Steve, you're sweet but I told you that I could handle myself so I don't know why...

Steve hesitates for like briefest second and then he answers. "I love you okay? God damn it, I love you and I want to keep you safe".

Her anger melts away and she rushes over to him and kisses him. His arms wrap around her tightly and she sighs hapilly.

"I love you too Steve". His answering smile is wonderful and she kisses him again.

"Hey, wait until I tell Robin, she can finally take away that board". She rolls her eyes because Robin is right he really is a dingus.

He's her dingus though. She notices Dustin watching them groaning. "Dude, not my sister". He moans to Steve who kisses her hair.

"Sorry, buddy. The heart wants want it wants". She watches as Dustin ponders this and speaks again.

"Just treat her right okay?". He grumbles to Steve who nods ruffling his hair and she hugs him touched at his concern.

"Aww Dustykins look at you being all sweet". His eyes widen as she uses her nickname for him and Steve snorts.

"Dustykins". Dustin turns to him with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Says the dude who uses Farrah Fawcett's hair...". Steve clamps his hand over Dustin's mouth.

"Don't you dare dude I told you that in confidence" They start to bicker and she watches them both amused and marvelling at the fact she finally found love with Steve.

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#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington #steve harrington fluff

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thiscomicruinedmylife · 1 year

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Question: Who would be a character you like/love the most or most identify with? appreciate all you do for this tiny fandom! :>

First of all, thanks!!! Just humbly reposting stuff and discuss whatever people want to discuss :) Second of all, that’s a good question!

Can’t say I wholly identify with anyone, but I do relate to a deadpan look and kind of please-leave-me-alone attitude both Gretchen and Aton are giving, since irl I have a severe case of resting bitch face and on top of that I’m introverted as shit.

As of the character I like/love… wooo boy, where do I even start… I'm gonna ramble for a bit, so please bear with me here. My absolute faves are Tim and Astaroth Matauzier and let me explain why.

Short and simple, I always like funny pathetic losers who get their asses kicked (just look at some of my other faves).

And wow does Astaroth get his ass (nose) kicked a lot.

Doesn’t help that his human counterpart Tim is poor little meow meow, who’s also getting his ass kicked, but in this instance I just feel sympathy for him, cause here it’s absolutely undeserved.

And for the long reason why I like them… I like the creative potential they have. Not in a sense of development, but the whole concept.

So Tim was supposed to be only that – Tim. But he’s been literally split into two characters since his birth and I kinda can’t treat them like a single one. At least not fully. They were two different people for 14 ass years, how can you unify that and not have some bumps in the road so to speak. Just this fraction is already fascinating enough, how can a person grapple with being two? Two set of beliefs, two set of memories, two behavioral patterns. Top notch angst/psychology fanfic material amirite or amirite.

But it doesn’t stop there! They were presented like two separate characters and then Francis dumps this infobomb on us that Tim and Astaroth's been one person all along, which is… fine, I could run with that, but his explanation doesn’t make sense?

He claims you can’t see Tim and Astaroth at the same place at once, which implies he’s been switching between two of his personalities and teleporting between the human/park world. And then in literally a few panels he says there were two bodies he jumped between. Huh???

Also this weird line.

So which one is it? Was there a single body or was there two? I'd say it's an important difference. Either you have a teleporting dude with split personality disorder or you have one brain shared between twins.

I know this could be a translational issue, but some of native French speakers can’t understand Francis’ explanation either??? HUH?????

Yeah, I also can't for the life of me understand how no one noticed a child constantly disappearing out of thin air for 14 years straight. This weird discrepancy is what makes it so interesting though. My friends and I spent hours discussing, guessing and straight up headcanoning how this child works.

Obviously headcanon territory here, but we came up with “there were two bodies with shared but split consciousness; when one body was active, the second one was sleeping or dissociating or being awake but severely absentminded”. That way he won't disappear randomly and school bullies will have reasons to pick on him. And we headcanoned that when they've become one they were having conversations in their unified head and fought for the driver's seat, which could potentially be either funny or tragic, your choice.

If you survived this long ass ramble/rant congratulations and sorry it took so long :D But I do love this stupid child-who-became-office-rat and he absolutely lives rent free in my head.

fanart by @martapreliy

#zombillenium #zombillénium #ask response #text post #headcanons #comic panels #fanart #tim matauzier #astaroth matauzier #gretchen webb #aton noudjemet

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degreeofdisorder · 2 months

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young royals s3e2 episode reaction

heavy breathing on speakerphone? are they having phone sex?

oh no. just longing. that is genuinely worse

"what would you have done if I was there" ok nvm they're gonna have phone sex

OK NVM IT'S STILL JUST LONGING

WHAT ARE YOU? ADULTS?

oh that was really sad

are they ever not gonna get interrupted by knocking. on god.

vanessa gives me the heebie jeebies

y'all vincent is SO dramatic he should genuinely drop out and become an actor.

not the uncomfortable looks between the third years re: the gay porn movie sjfkdjfld

"no one's been bullied" and pans to alexander. yeah. fr.

I knew they were gonna talk shit abt wille as soon as he left.

hm. of course august wants to defend that.

how surprising, ludwig not going to see wille

oh, kristina is fully unraveling huh

bro farima is starting to piss me off too

seriously. not one single functioning adult in this whole damn country.

"so the plan is to not do anything until it looks bad to not do anything" isn't that the plan for all royal families for eternity?

god they're so cute with their piano and their hand holding and their talking about their feelings

simon: close the school !!!!!! wille: wait no

or are you just with me because we go to the same school skflsjfdljfslrk I MEAN.....

like that's not an unfair assumption y'all wouldn't have met otherwise bffr

hm. okay

awww yeah felice is a baby I love her

DIVERSITY

BROOOOOOOOOOO LMFAO OF COURSE IT WAS THAT

DISGUSTINGGGGGGGGGG FUCK YOU LADY FROM THE INCREDIBLES

YEAH FELICE GET THAT

NOT THE TICKLINGGGGG

omg the lil high five/hand shake thing with wille and simon I'm gonna start crying they're so cute

ooooooo a camping trip. love this for them.

WHY ARE THEY BEING SO CUTE

BRO IM IN SHAMBLES I LOVE ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP WILMON SO MUCH STOP

"do you think we'll get to sleep together" WHO ARE YOU NICK AND CHARLIE AT PARIS?? STOP THAT

god they're so fucking cute I'm gonna kms

oh her and micke having a whole conversation like parent and child? ok

OH SHE NO LONGER WANTS TO WORK WITH HORSES

OH SARA NOOO

oh wow sara's a whole driver huh

so weird to have sara and micke bonding. like genuinely so weird.

HE JOINED THE CHOIR NNNOOOOOOOOO

JAKFJSKFJDKFJDJF THATS SO FUCKING FUKNYKFKTJDKGKDKFKDLFK

I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS I'M GONNA DIE OF SECOND HAND EMBARRASSMENT

FELICE'S WIDDLE FACE OH NO

SIMON'S FACEJSKFJDKGJDLFKDLFKFL

oh they're making out now huh

I DIDN'T KNOW YOU LIKED TO SING - I DONT LIKE TO SING I LIKE TO LISTEN TO YOU SING

yo this season is wish fulfillment in every goddamn way

like they're so fucking precious I'm gonna fucking die

awww nothing more precious than rotting with your girl besties

a petition lol

why's he allowed a laptop and not a phone though? that makes no sense

oh. oh um.

oh well that sounds an awful lot like sexual assault huh

lil bro's got a full blown eating disorder huh. you need therapy not exercise

HE'S CALLING SARA

HE'S CALLING SARA AND TEARING UP

WHY ARE YOU TALKING TO HIM

GET A JOB STAY AWAY FROM HIM

oh uh simon tore him a new one huh

ooooooo protective bf wille going all out

listen. I don't *enjoy* abuse of power

but every time wille reminds august who's the heir and who's gonna be king n shit, it's just. it gets to me all right. it gets to me

aw come on that was barely a fight

NOT IN FRONT OF BORIS

"mediation talks" THEYRE SENDING THEM TO COUPLES COUNSELING DJFLFJRLDJRLDJFLDJFLDKFLDKF

STOP THAT IS THE FUNNIEST POSSIBLE OUTCOME DJGKDJFLSKFLSKGLSJGLSJFLSJ

oh come ON SJDLSJFLDJFL

listen I know this is supposed to be dramatic but A RELIGIOUS PAMPHLET I'M GONNA DIENDKFKSKGJDLFKDLGKDLFK

I thought I was gonna be immune to any and all mentions of any sort of revolution, turns out I'm not

oh good lord no

simon don't do it

oh he did it. oh yeah fucking wonderful.

teenagers, y'all.

sure, baby. be the very public boyfriend of the future king of sweden, get a fuck ton of hate (and be accused of social climbing), post an original song about revolution, profit. a+ decision making here. I see no flaws.

oh, yeah, of course farima is in this bitch

this is stressing me out lmfao

ugh.

NO DONT SAY THAT

NOOOOO

WHEN I WANTED A MUTUAL ILY I DIDN'T MEAN DURING A TENSE MOMENT

I mean I'm actually like really glad they're both tense and still reminding each other that they love each other. #communication

but oh no

"I've taken care of myself and sara since we were kids" yeah wonder why that was [stares at linda and micke]

girlhood, man. so beautiful.

OH FELICE IS TALKING ABT RACISM

not stella going "you're so so beautiful" like yes she is that isn't the problem

ok fuck you valter

WHAT GIRL WOULD YOU BE DATING lmfao

WHAT ABOUT THE NONBINARY ONES YYYYEEEAAAAAAAAA MADDIE

nonbinary regnant maddie

tbf simon....... like wouldn't y'all want to get it on lmfao

it makes me very sad tho. the fact that no one would wanna sleep in the same tent with them. homophobic.

FELICE SAVES THE DAY ONCE AGAIN

bro I am so into felice + wille + simon. a wonder.

the lil hammock bit I love them so much

NOT MARIEBERG CRASHING THE CAMPING TRIP

I'm genuinely so obsessed with them they're being SO PUBLIC like that's a power couple right there

STELLA AND ROSH?!!?!!??!? +/? +? /?? =!!

STELLA??? AND ROSH?????????

bro this is straight out of a fanfic I can't stop laughing

STELLA EHSKFJSKFJDKR

fredrika is so nasty and for what sjfkdjfkdjfkdkf

WILLE NOJFLFJDLFKDLFKDLGKD

oh my god

oh that's so fucking awkward akfkskflskd

THAT IS *NOT* THE SAME THING WILHELM BE THE MOST FUCKIN FOR REAL

oh that's a class divide fr in there. wow.

WE HAVE TO WORK TO AFFORD THINGS

DID HE JUST SHUSH HIM

WHAT THE FUCK

wilhelm that is *so* fucking *low*

like ohohoho you're rich like me now because you got your UNDERAGE SEX TAPE LEAKED

that is *so* low holy fucking shit

oh wow

okay that was stressful

I do love those artful shots of wille

oh. ludwig speaks. didn't know he had a voice. I assumed kristina had it on some conch shell necklace.

TAKING TIME OFF????

"is it my fault?" WILLE NO. NO

oh yeah that's gonna be stressful isn't it

god

#yr livenats #young royals spoilers #yr s3 spoilers

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