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sreabhadh · 6 months ago

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Don't know how Tumblr works honestly, or if I'm doing this right but Kef's TexAid au and everything everyone has written, drawn, and made for it- well it's got its hooks in me. It's probably pretty tame as far as TexAid goes... so trigger warning here lol. If you are not part of the fandom/already a freak I do NOT recommend reading it because I don't want to be responsible for accidentally traumatizing someone/revealing to others who aren't also like this how "like this" I am.

Like I said, probably pretty darn tame as far as TexAid goes (so those of you like me, don't get your hopes up), and those of you NOT like me in this regard... probably better keep away lol.

Anyway, you've been warned. If you're still here, please enjoy.

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He still hasn’t found him yet.

Vortex held back his laughter at the thought, wondering how much longer it would take Felix to find his ‘other friend,’ Ambulon. His other friend. Well, ‘another friend.’ That’s what Aid had said. First Aid considered him, Vortex, his friend. A place he could be safe. ‘Friend.’ It should’ve made Vortex want to squish the ‘pilot’ up till he popped and died. Should’ve made him want to explore the ways he could torture him without killing him, break and bend his mind, then test out a new method of completely dispatching him. Just like his other playthings. That had been one of the only things that had been exciting about Vortex’s life, back when he had a fleshy body, and it had been arguably the best part about being… him. Gears and all.

Killing things would always be fun. Unless it was First Aid. Somehow, somewhere along the line, First Aid had made the thought of killing his pilot…less exciting. Letting him live, the little freak, had turned out to be much more fun. Letting his squishy ‘pilot’ feed him information, ideas on how to disembowel their prey. At first Vortex had done it so he could keep going out without risking the scrapheap. Done it for the thrill of watching his cleaner squirm, trapped and forced to come back every time, no matter how much he didn’t want to. His newest toy had proved to be much more entertaining than that though. And now he was- Vortex didn’t want to think too hard about it. But he was his. First Aid, no- Felix was his.

Vortex had chosen him as his pilot. Felix had ‘chosen’ to accept. Felix chose to call Vortex his friend, chose him as a safe place to rest. And Vortex had chosen, time and time again, not to kill him. He belonged to Vortex now. Felix was his. And no one, Pharma or otherwise, was going to take him away. Vortex wasn’t going to let him leave the cockpit ever again.

Logistically, that had issues. Which should be Felix’s problem. Vortex shouldn’t care about that. It should be for Felix to figure out. Vortex’s mech- his body- his- there wasn’t a bathroom. Or a cafeteria. There were lockers, with his old stuff. Old MREs, enough water to help Felix after he woke up- even if the idiot had puked the first bottle out onto the mech’s- Vortex’s hull. But it wouldn’t be enough, not forever. Maybe Felix could think of a solution; he was smart like that sometimes. Felix seemed to have a lot on his mind right now though. Vortex had expected Felix to find Ambulon by now, he really wasn’t that well hidden. He was just tied to the wall with some cable, one of the sleeping bags Felix had brought inside Vortex’s- in the mech’s head- to cover him up.

Felix usually had a much sharper eye than this. Vortex grumbled quietly. Felix didn’t notice. Vortex snorted crossly, more loudly. Felix picked his head up from his hands. “Vortex?” he asked. There was something in the way Felix said his name, something in the way his eyes glinted in the mech’s- in Vortex’s- red lights.

[FELIX BABY~] he purred.

Felix leaned forward in his seat. “Yeah?”

Vortex let the silence pick at Felix’s patience a moment, then grinned.

[I CAN WARM YOU UP~] he said, flashing the words on his screen and speaking it into Felix’s head through the drift, grinning fiendishly as the suggestive tone in his voice made Felix blush. Little freak~

“Errrr, but I’m not cold,” Felix fumbled. His eyes darted around a little, as if looking for somewhere to look that wasn’t part of Vortex. He still didn't see Ambulon. He was busy looking for somewhere that wasn’t flirting with him. Basically, Felix was avoiding looking Vortex in the eye. Or he would be if Vortex were.. organic. And while he tried to feign a lack of understanding, Felix was blushing. It was cute. Vortex snickered. His pilot was adorable. And also a freak. He was an adorable freak. And he was his.

Vortex snickered again, opening the vents and blasting his AC. Felix stared dumbly, then stood, hand on hip, an admonishing look on his face. His mouth opened like he was going to deliver a withering retort, then it shut again, and he swallowed. His expression softened slightly, then contorted with confusion, and rehardened into complete bafflement with an edge of offense taken.

“…why?” he murmured quietly, so softly Vortex felt it through their drift connection more than he heard it.

[COLD YET?~]

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhh…”

Vortex opened the vents even wider, blasting the cold air even harder.

Felix gaped.

[COLD YET?]

“No, but I will be soon, do you mind??” he snapped back. His exasperation overpowered his fear of retribution for being cheeky. It was delicious.

Slowly, Vortex closed the vents, letting the air flow ponderously wilt to a trickle. Felix glared suspiciously at the vents as they sluggishly shut close. Vortex held them open a moment, waiting to see and feel Felix’s anticipatory frustration bubble, which it did. Once he’d tasted enough of that, he let the vents snick all the way shut, cutting off the AC completely. Felix held his breath a moment, waiting for Vortex to do something. Which he didn’t. Felix waiting for him to do something was too fun. And it felt nice having Felix so focused on him, especially after he had spent so much time “distracted.” By Pharma. By recovering from Pharma’s vile mysterious IV drip. By Pharma trying to turn Felix into another one of him. Another Vortex. Vortex gritted his- well he would’ve gritted his teeth except he didn’t have any. His gears ground in response to his anger. His current “body” didn’t have organic teeth but it did what it could.

Felix tensed, ever mindful of Vortex’s moods. The moment was ruined. He HAD been planning on waiting until Felix relaxed, then immediately restarting the AC as strong as it could go. Give him a good jumpscare, and give Vortex another excuse to crack a joke about keeping him warm before pointing him to the sleeping bag Ambulon was occupying. But Vortex had gotten distracted thinking about Pharma- every passing thought on the matter made Vortex itch to kill something. Or rather, several somethings. Lots of somethings, (including Pharma of course), with as much blood and screaming as possible. Anyway. He had gotten distracted, and ruined the moment before he could make Felix jump.

Vortex forced himself to allow a smile on his… well, not on his face. His mood? He allowed a smile on his mood. Felix was okay. He was away from Pharma. He was safe, and alive, and trapped inside his cockpit. He wasn’t going anywhere. Vortex had plenty of time to play with his pilot. And they had a friend now too- someone Vortex could send out to get food for Felix, or hold hostage if Felix tried to leave. Someone else who had an actual brain to figure out how to solve problems. Felix’s brain couldn’t be trusted- not when it came to self-preservation. His choice of Vortex as a friend made that clear enough. That and his inability to spot anything wrong with the bulging lump on the wall. Vortex had a mind, he was able to think despite being dead afterall, but his brain had been dragged and cleaned out of his current head ages ago. Shattered skull and all.

Ambulon, despite getting very chatty when he had first woken up, still had a skull in perfect condition. He wasn’t even bruised (probably) when Vortex re-sedated him and tied him to the wall, and covered him with the sleeping bag. He’d even managed to duct tape the jumpy lab rat’s mouth closed without blocking his other airways. That took skill. Absently, Vortex wondered if Felix would be impressed by his handiwork. Felix hadn’t been around when Vortex first came online- after dying that was. Didn't know how difficult this kind of precision could be. Hadn’t been around when Vortex was still figuring out how to move his new “body.” Some of the casualties he’d caused back then had been accidents. Sort of. Accidents he’d, unbeknownst to his victims and everyone else who’d thought he was gone, reveled in. And then replicated. Again. And again. Repeating until he was capable of the same intentional blood spilling he had been capable of before. Like a baby murderer, relearning how to walk and talk- and stab people in the guts.

Killing was like breathing to Vortex. Was like laughter, and smiling. It was really quite kind of him to have not killed Ambulon. He was Felix’s friend though, and had enough potential to be fun and useful- not to mention he’d been running from Pharma. Vortex might not know a lot about Ambulon, but he wasn’t about to do Pharma’s dirty work for him. Beyond that…Ambulon’s drift connection allowed Vortex to feel what Felix felt like. As an organic. With a living body. Had allowed him to feel what it felt like to hold his hand. To hold him as he slept, safe and sound. Vortex could repay that by not killing or hurting Ambulon too much. Wouldn’t stop him from spooking him as much as he pleased, but…he was grateful, in a way. It wasn’t something he had ever expected to experience. It was part of why Vortex had stuck him to the wall instead of back in bed with Felix. He liked it, but he wasn’t sure what to think or feel about it, and frankly didn’t want to right now. And he didn’t want to share the feeling either. Felix was his, and that’s what mattered. Ambulon was Felix’s friend, and they, he, Vortex, could figure out what that meant later.

Felix, for his part, had fallen back asleep, slumped in his pilot’s seat. Ambulon could wait until he woke up again. Vortex used some cabling to grab the remaining sleeping bag, then wrapped it around Felix and the chair- cocooning him cozily and tying him to the chair simultaneously. He toyed with the thought of dangling his old suit in front of Felix’s head so it would be the first thing he saw when he woke up… but he decided against it in the end. He liked the thought of punishing Felix if he tried to grab and put it on, but he knew he wouldn’t. There had been such a reverence in the way Felix stared at the suit that Vortex had once worn. An unspoken want in the way he caressed Vortex’s name stitched over the right breast of the suit. An unspoken want that made Vortex want him to wear it. Even without punishing him for it, just to have his name on him…he couldn’t stitch it onto his chest, not directly- Felix was too squishy for that, and Vortex wasn’t delicate enough with a blade on his own to do it without killing his prize. If he could have his name on him though, if Felix put it on by choice-

Vortex hummed thoughtfully. The notion was intoxicating. Invigorating. Carefully adding more cabling to secure Felix to the chair and their new resident lab rat to the wall, Vortex got up and started walking. Felix had only just recently removed whatever Pharma had attached to his leg, and if it had been a tracker, then they didn’t want to stay here for long.

Maybe he could find some monsters to kill, something to take the edge off his currently stronger-than-usual bloodlust. Maybe find the ones Felix had once considered the most likely to be edible. Have Ambulon cook it and test it, see if it worked.

He hummed some more, looking forward to getting his gears bloody again. He was going to go kill some monsters, wouldn’t be returning to base, and would have Felix with him the whole time. Yes, today was going to be a good day.

#TexAid #Keferon #Vortex POV #Thanks y'all for introducing me to this madness #Writing Jenga #Mech AU

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lizzy06 · 11 months ago

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Oikawa Tooru x Reader Fic Recs!! (Tumblr/AO3/Wattpad)

Haikyuu! Fic Rec Masterlist

Aoba Johsai Fic Rec Masterlist

pinch ✨✨by krystallisert (oneshot, soulmate au, fluff, humor) The ringing stops, and you're vaguely aware that you've been hit in the face by a volleyball. In another gym, at another school, a boy winces in sudden, unprovoked pain. "Oi, Oikawa! You're bleeding!"[COMPLETED]

A married life by @creepychan (oneshot, pregnant reader, angst) <I don't wanna spoil this series but its worth it😜��>

Your Smart Ideas ✨ by @mimi-cee-hq (oneshot, fluff) Oikawa didn’t want you to call his sister Nee-san. So you had a solution.[COMPLETED]

pov:he's a racer and you are his finish line ✨✨💖by @saintobio (angst, fluff, street racer au, <reader had an abusive relationship with atsumu>)driven by the thrill of illegal street racing, an esteemed racer from Miyagi shows up and makes a tough bet against your toxic boyfriend in exchange for you. [COMPLETED] <this suna fic is connected to this fic as a spin off/ pt.2 kinda thing>

Do You Feel What I Do✨✨ by @seokiloquy (oneshot, soulmate au , fluff)where you feel bursts of pain/emotion from your soulmate. When they both realize they are soulmates (they don’t have to physically be together, it’s when both just know they are), each other’s name gets written on their wrist and the pain/emotion bursts lessen[COMPLETED]

How Do You Say…? by @seokiloquy (oneshot, childhood freinds to lovers, fluff)[COMPLETED]

Breathe by @t0wnspersonb (oneshot, fluff) As the manager of Aoba Johsai, you take it upon yourself to make sure everyone is taken care of. Which is why you find yourself making sure that a certain captain isn’t pushing himself, especially after a knee injury. It’s not until an incident in the locker room that you begin to realize just how much Oikawa means to you.[COMPLETED]

The Miracle of Childbirth ✨by @oreosmama Yours (oneshot, humor) and Oikawa’s children were the most amazing creatures on Earth… except when they acted like munchkin-sized pain in the asses.[COMPLETED]

On a Cold Winter’s Night ✨ by @oreosmama (oneshot, slight smut, fluff)Trapped in the university library due to a raging blizzard outside, you are forced to endure the cold night with the man you hate the most: the player who lives in the dorm across from you, Tooru Oikawa. But with tensions and anxieties at an all-time high, you begin to realize your feelings for Oikawa aren’t quite what you thought they were, especially when all he wants to do is keep you warm.[COMPLETED]

Talking to the Moon ✨by @oreosmama (oneshot, angst with happy ending)After breaking up to go their separate ways after high school, YN and Oikawa struggle to accept the fact that neither is willing to give up their career paths for the other. Instead, they both confide in the moon, wishing that it was their other half. (Based on “Talking to the Moon” by Bruno Mars.)[COMPLETED]

You’re jealous but you can’t do anything because you’re not dating him by @screamin-abt-haikyuu (oneshot, angst to fluff)[COMPLETED]

Across the Hall by @oreosmama (oneshot, angst with happy ending, slight smut) Across the hall lived Oikawa, a smug womanizer who never knew how to confront his one-night stands after their five minutes of fame. To avoid confrontation, he repeatedly seeks refuge in your apartment, or in his case, in your bed. But what happens when you start to grow feelings for this amorous neighbor of yours?[COMPLETED]

Fake Marks, True Love ✨by @oreosmama (oneshot, angst with happy ending, slight smut) The hickey was fake, but the pain Oikawa felt when he saw it? It was real, and it hurt like a bitch. “Who touched you?”[COMPLETED]

I Wanna Build a Snowman ✨by @oreosmama (oneshot, fluff) Oikawa just wants to build a snowman on one of the coldest days of the year with his beloved girlfriend. What could go wrong?[COMPLETED]

Warm Embrace by @oreosmama (oneshot, fluff)Naked cuddles with Oikawa need no purpose.[COMPLETED]

Pain Split ✨by kaientai(oneshot, soulmate au)At the same time when Oikawa Tooru presumably fucked up his knee, you, an unsuspecting soccer player, received the injury of a lifetime.[COMPLETED]

Court of Kings by @venusdeus (arranged marriage, royalty au, enemies to lovers) Sent to a neighbouring kingdom to secure an alliance, forced to give up your dreams and ambitions, disregarded as a means to an end. You however have no desire to fulfil their wishes. And neither does Oikawa. [ONGOING] <guys...this fic hasn't been uploaded in a long time but I seriously love it so I am gonna be putting it here>

a love like winter ✓ | friends to lovers, angst by @tooruluv| teaser | pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 3 | pt 4 | pt 5 | pt 6 | pt 7 | pt 8 | pt 9 | pt 10 | pt 11 | pt 12 (final) |[COMPLETED]

love, always by @saintobio (heavy angst, past lovers, amnesia) 3 years since the accident and you’ve regained most of your memories back, but there’s still one missing puzzle piece that only your boyfriend’s best friend can complete. the question is, will you let him? [COMPLETED]

da capo✨✨ by krystallisert(soulmate au, unrequited love, pinning)Nothing could've stopped you from falling in love with Oikawa Tooru. Not the neatly drawn mark ever present on his wrist, nor the looks of pity on your best friend's face whenever she catches you staring at the brunet. [COMPLETED]

Rewind (Part I), Rewind (Part II) by @mitsuki-murakami (twoshot, soulmate au, fluff, angst) A Soulmate AU where you will keep looping your life until you meet your soulmate.[COMPLETED]

think of me by @mitsuki-murakami (oneshot, heavy angst)How could you think that this wouldn't hurt me?[COMPLETED]

The Gift of a Greek God by Orphan_account Oikawa Tooru is Eros in all of his glory. Beauty, love, and desire overwhelmingly packed into one being.And you? The human (un)fortunate enough to be raked into one of his deals. [COMPLETED]

but my lungs fell so small by krystallisert (medieval au, enemies to friends to lovers, princess! reader, knight! oikawa)The intricacies of war is something you do not know much of. But still, you’d heard about the unrest to the south, the rumors of dissent and the anti-capitol posters. If you could trace back to the first protest, the first whisper of treason, would you be able to pinpoint the exact moment a war became an inevitability ?The capitol gates come crashing down with an explosion of gunpowder and debris. [ONGOING]

The Underground ✨✨by butterflytint (enemies to friends to lovers) you've always been meticulous, turning to hacking as a simple hobby. Following the death of your brother, you went off the rails in efforts of finding his killers. You're backed into a corner when you're caught hacking the police and government organizations by a charming secret agent/criminal, Tooru Oikawa. You find out it has something to do with your brother and you didn't know him as well as you thought you did. [COMPLETED]

Two Stories💖✨ by deltachye(college au, fluff, angst)your face is in my dreams; but in reality, so far.[COMPLETED]

Splash of Color by RizRice(friends to lovers, starngers to lovers, fluff, slice of life)Routines can get a little boring. As structured as they may be, the world can begin to look black and white. But once a splash of color hits your nose, the routine you once held dear changes.[COMPLETED]

The Popular Guy by crescentsteel (smut, fluff, angst, humor)You only saw him from afar – Oikawa Tooru. He’s just perfect. He’s so kind to his fans, so hardworking, so ambitious. So unreachable. You’re fine with that though. Seeing him around was enough for you. You count yourself lucky that you were able to talk to him one time before graduation. But when university started, he was there waiting for you, and in his hand was the letter you never intended to send.[COMPLETED]

BULLY by neptunecookie (enemies to lovers, angst, smut) when y/n signed up for summer camp, she didn’t expect to be stuck with her high school bully for a month.[COMPLETED]

First Love, Late Spring by miyachondria(oneshot, exes to lovers, post timeskip)Oikawa Tooru’s eyes are still the same shade of honey brown, and you still fall in love the way you used to: hard, plummeting, like a burning comet making its way across the night sky.[COMPLETED]

Perfect (Oikawa x Plain! Reader)✨ by MrsTanaka(oneshot, soulmate au, fluff)Soulmate AU in which you share a talent or talents with your partner.[COMPLETED]

Enough By StilemaWillow (oneshot, soulmate au) You can feel eachother's emotions.[COMPLETED]

I don't like your Shampoo ✨by @hinac0lada (oneshot, soulmate au, humor)[COMPLETED]

good enough ✨by @teamatsumu (oneshot, soulmate au, insecure! reader)[COMPLETED]

Till it Breaks by deltachye (angst, romance)In sickness and in health; ‘till death do us part… Or ‘till his mind broke, leaving you behind with nothing but a shattered heart when he asked quietly, “who are you?” [COMPLETED]

Unspoken by just_j (friends to lovers, fluff, angst, mutual pinning) Oikawa has been in love with you since you became a manager for the university’s volleyball team, but keeps it to himself in fear of what his fan club might do to you if they found out.[COMPLETED]

Breath by visi(fantasy au, enemies to lovers)You think that your escape as a secluded witch in the forest would be much more successful if there wasn't another irritable, attractive inhabitant already.[COMPLETED]

目送 ; five times oikawa didn’t look back and the one time he did by vogonpoetry (oneshot, angst with happy ending, tooth rooting)you spend a lifetime watching him go, sometimes with your stomach tied in knots, sometimes with tears in your eyes, but always with love.[COMPLETED]

Cross the Pacific✨ by @seokiloquy (oneshot, angst, fluff, slight! sugawara)[COMPLETED]

The only stranger in the room✨ by @ugh-tsumu (oneshot, soulmate au) The day you are introduced as the (Aoba Johsai’s) volleyball team’s new manager is also the day you’re supposed to meet your soulmate. Coincidentally, this is also the day Oikawa arrives late.[COMPLETED]

For You, Black Petals by @seokiloquy (oneshot, hanahaki, angst) It’s alright to love someone who does not love you back, as long as they’re worth you loving them. As long as they deserve it.[COMPLETED]

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formosusiniquis · 3 months ago

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Saw this today and new it had to be about Robin somehow

She always knew it was only meant to be a temporary solution to the problem.

They had cut Jason’s hours at work, they weren’t bringing in as much money, and after years of trying the Christian way they were learning how expensive IVF could be. The library hiring a part-time children’s librarian had seemed like a godsend. Sure, Jason hadn’t been happy about her getting a job. Getting her first job since they’d been married straight out of high school and her parents hadn’t wanted her working either.

She’s 36 but Chrissy feels like a child begging Jason to just let her work, to let her take this strain off of him. She calls it practice. It’s part-time, she’ll barely be out of the house, still plenty of time to keep up with the housework and have dinner ready. And they’ll be able to sleep easier, won’t have to tighten their belts so much, just because she’s reading stories to kids.

They don’t want to hire her at first, she can tell. The smiles on the faces of the women in front of her are plasticine and fake, she doesn’t have the experience and even if the job doesn’t need much of it there’s something suspicious about that. But her request to finish the interview with a tour is rewarded. Her soft, blue dress and her hair tied back in a ribbon, it takes three minutes before the first kid runs up to ask if she’s Cinderella.

She’s asking for barely more than minimum wage, they offer her the job on the way back to the front. She’ll start on Monday.

“That’s smart,” the woman at the back desk says. Her nameplate says Robin and her hair is so short Chrissy wonders if she goes to the barber instead of the salon.

“What is?”

“Letting the kids do the heavy lifting, that sounds sarcastic but I mean it. Laurel doesn’t have the sense to run this place and Diana is so miserable she spends most of her days wishing we’d all die inside of it.”

“Oh!”

Something firey and bright lights up in Robin’s eyes at the noise Chrissy makes. Something that makes her stomach swoop and squirm and her own eyes drop down to a smug grin, slashed red. Jason would say she should feel guilty, that deception was a sin. But Robin looks proud that Chrissy manipulated her way into a job she’d never done.

“Don’t worry, princess, you’ll get used to the drama if you stick around. You’ll be working with Steve, who actually runs Kids not that the terrible two would let you know it. If you have any questions you can go to reference.”

“Right, of course.” Chrissy does her best to smile, but she knows it doesn’t land. She isn’t sure what it is about Robin that makes her body flutter and clench like she’s in the locker room after cheer practice, but much like high school, she knows she’s about to go home upset and frustrated despite a good day.

Only maybe not, Robin is smiling still but not so smugly. “I’m reference. You can ask me, because I’m reference.”

She knows it’s temporary, so she tries not to like Steve. Tries to convince herself that it’s strange that a man would want to work so closely with kids because that’s the kind of thing Jason would tell her to think. But Steve is amazing, he has an effortless way with the kids that keeps their jobs busy. He lets her jump straight into storytime with the littles, with the promise that she’s doing him a favor so he can actually get things ready for the teens for once.

And she’s learning Robin and Steve are a package deal. She really wants to spend time with Robin.

Robin brings her coffee every morning.

Robin notices when she’s changed her hair.

Robin uses her 15-minute break to help with the toddler ballet class that Chrissy started.

Robin recommends books she should read and prints articles she thinks Chrissy would enjoy.

Robin makes sure their lunches sync up so they can talk about what their thinking.

Robin changed the tire on her car when she noticed it was flat in the library parking lot.

Steve jokes that she’s stealing his work wife and the first time he said that it scared her. That she might be a threat to their marriage. Jason didn’t like it when she hung out with her friends too much, that her time wasn’t his. But she’s met his boyfriend now and more importantly she’s heard Robin correct him.

“Steve is my work wife. I’m a work husband and since Eddie shares like a feral cat, I can be yours if you want, princess.”

She does want. She wants a lot of things. And it’s been a long time since she was the captain of the cheer squad but Chrissy hasn’t forgotten how to get the things that she wants when she wants them.

She wants to touch. And Robin’s hands linger as she passes Chrissy books and drinks or simply passes by her in the stacks.

She wants to talk. And Robin’s time at the reference desk shrinks and she finds more and more reasons to spend her shifts back in kids.

She wants time. And Chrissy finds reasons to extend her day at the library by hours and hours until Robin is inviting her out when the doors are locked.

She wants to taste. And Robin does what any good husband should. The nonfiction stacks bite into her back, but Chrissy doesn’t mind when it’s Robin pressing against her front. Kissing her breathless in the 800’s section, Romeo and Juliet in her hand.

It was only meant to be temporary. But the longer she’s out of the house, the longer she’s with Robin, the more she wonders if she needs to change what she has been thinking of as permanent.

#buckingham #robin x chrissy #cw cheating #but were cheating on jason so its fine #my fic #short fic

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lovedivers · 2 years ago

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There's no solution for whatever this was.

💌 ⤻ THE ACADEMIC RIVAL, SEO MIN-JUN

—> when you come crashing into his life, his focus for his studies are lost.

⤻ reader is gender neutral, reader's race is not mentioned but it does take place in korea, stalking, obsession, slightly suggestive, possessiveness, stealing, damage to personal, slightly suggestive, property, encouraging suicide, mentions of academic stress and korea's expectation for its students, inspired by @moyazaika 's academic rival yandere (go check the fic out, it's amazing), a drabble for now but I will be posting longer fics of him

🦋 ⤻ archives.

In Korea, students are shown to be almost always studying. Many news outlets have covered multiple schools and how much pressure Korean students are going through with their studies. It's difficult, no one can deny it. Yet, some of these students just find it normal, they view studying as perhaps their only form of control they have in their world.

One of those such students is Seo Min-Jun, a student belonging to a prestigious private high school. Someone who is in his final year of high school, soon to graduate and take his university exams. Top of his class, the son to a minister in Korea's government and a rather popular film actress, and the president of the student council. He was destined for success once he graduated.

The moment he crawled out of his mother's womb, his fate was paved for him in gold.

That was, until you — the sweet scholarship student — showed up.

✧ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ✧

At first, he didn't understand you. Both of you were literally in your last year of school, but you waltzed in like you owned the place. At least, from his perspective. He thought you bland. After all, you got in from a scholarship. You may be smart, but were you as rich, or was your status in society as high as him? It didn't matter, he still viewed you as below him and didn't pay much attention to you, relegating his secretary in the student council to give you a tour of the elite private school that you should honestly be honoured to step your grimy shoes all over.

Sure, he'd never say these things out to you or anyone else in public. After all, he was still a model student, and he was taught to act humble. Key word: act.

He honestly didn't take an interest in you till he saw your name, above his, on the monthly test evaluations.

"What?" He muttered out, not believing his eyes. In almost every damn subject, you managed to score higher than him. He was almost always one mark off from you. His eyes shot to you, the you who stood there in your crisp and cut uniform on the other side of the crowd, looking up at the papers pressed onto the walls with a look of pride. What was that look of pride for?

Pride, something that existed strongly in almost every culture, and you had just ruined his.

Your life was never the same afterwards.

Letters of hatred piled in your shoe locker. They ranged from being written like some crazed man worshipping your feet like you were a god to someone who wanted to see you hop off the building of your school. The handwriting was typically crazed, but you could recognise whose handwriting it was solely because the both of you were in the same class.

As usual, the school board did nothing to help with that. And when you tried to accuse Min-Jun, the teachers especially scolded you for attempting to defame the student council president.

It got so bad that your things were going missing too, your homework — which the teachers unreasonably scolded you for even if you were user sure you placed it in your bag this morning — and then your notes too. Technically, they did return. They just returned torn up, and some were even burnt with mysterious stains on them.

One day, you couldn't take it anymore after receiving a death threat, and you stormed to the student council office, knowing that if you went to the general office, they'd turn you away again.

You would take matters into your own hands.

✧ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ✧

When Min-Jun first saw you enter the room, he was left breathless. Your blushed cheeks from running all the way here, no doubt, the way your uniform crumpled, his mouth was almost drooling. No, no. He refused to let himself lust over you in such a manner that you were a rival, for goodness sake! Not some... potential love interest. Though that thought did pique his interest but he pushed it down with any other thoughts he had about his rival.

"I can't take it anymore." You said, which shocked him. Was someone bullying you? Only he could do that! "I know it's you. I've seen your handwriting on tests before, I just know you're the one who's been planting those notes and stealing my things." You accused your one-sided academic rival.

He didn't bother to defend himself. What was the point? His family would protect him, the school would protect him, and most importantly, the student body would rip them to shreds if they ever tried to act out against him. He knew how cruel students could be. After all, he had seen all the outcasts almost drowned inside toilet bowls by bullies multiple times.

He could not have that. Having you tortured would mean he would not be able to have a proper rival. As much as he disliked you for being in his way, he preferred to keep things... somewhat fair.

"And your proof?" He inquired.

"I have all those notes stored in my bag." You hissed.

For some reason, the thought of you keeping those notes made his heart beat faster. Were you a freak like him too? Did you have such sinful thoughts just like him? You broke his twisted fantasy with your next words, though.

"I don't understand why you're doing this to me. It's- it's," you struggled to find a word for his disturbing actions, "ceaselessly cruel!" You finally exclaimed.

Cruel? What was cruel were your actions, driving him mad, making him lose focus on his work. Who were you to call him cruel when you made him like this?

He got up from his seat and approached you, causing you to fall back, landing on the couch that you swore was not there when the entered the student council room. Taking this chance, he pinned you against the seat, taking in every part of your body, your face, your eyes... everything. God, you were so perfect but so infuriating. Just why did you have to confront him?

"Are you that fucking naive to think that when you present the school with your proof, they'll do anything about it for you? That they'll go against me and my family for the sake of defending the poor scholarship student?" He hissed, grabbing your face harshly as you whimpered. He wished the circumstances of your whimpers were different; in his bed rather than on the couch of the student council office. Still, that did breed intriguing fantasies into his mind. "You think they'll do that for you?" He repeated.

"I-" you started, but you had no idea how to end.

"Exactly." He let go of you, almost smacking your head to the other side as he straightened himself, readjusting the blazer of his uniform.

"You should get used to the circumstances of your situation." He said which only made you shudder. "Let yourself out." He said cooly as he exited the student council room, "I trust you'll keep this meeting a secret." He said with an air of finality before sauntering casually towards the male bathrooms where he promptly slammed the door shut and sat on the toilet seat, practically fuming.

That look on your face, the scrunch of your nose, the furrowing of your eyebrows. You were so unfair! He could practically feel all his blood flush downwards as he thought of you.

Now that you knew he was the culprit, what would you do?

It didn't matter.

He would find ways to pester you and find ways to mark you as someone who could not be touched by anyone else other than him.

"I left another note in your bag. You should look at it. Or else."

#male yandere x reader #yandere male x reader #yandere male #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere drabble #yandere academic rival #yandere

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nameless-jamie · 5 months ago

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Offside Tension - Jamie Tartt x Y/N

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Chapter 5: Dilemmas and Denials

The next morning, Y/N found herself staring into her coffee cup in the Richmond break room, willing her pounding heart to settle after an already restless night. Nate, who had offered her a ride to work after her car had died in the AFC Richmond lot, poked his head in with an apologetic smile.

“Hey, Coach,” Nate said. “Just wanted to let you know I’ve got to head out early today. Wedding planning stuff,” he added sheepishly, running a hand through his hair.

Y/N blinked, pulling herself from her spiraling thoughts. “Oh, yeah, no problem, Nate. Thanks for the heads-up.”

He hesitated for a moment. “I could try to figure something out for you—”

“No, no, don’t worry about it,” she cut in with a forced smile. “I’ll figure something out.”

As Nate left, Y/N sighed and sank back into her chair, her mind immediately darting to Jamie. It would be the obvious solution. He had a car, he’d driven her home before, and… No. She shook her head firmly.

Absolutely not.

The thought of asking Jamie for a favor after the near-kiss debacle last night was enough to make her stomach churn. Not because she didn’t want to see him—God, that was the problem. She wanted to see him, to be around him, to… stop.

“Pull yourself together, Y/N,” she muttered under her breath.

Determined to shake off the awkward haze that had taken over her brain, she decided to head up to Rebecca’s office for a breather. She knocked lightly before poking her head in, finding Rebecca sipping tea at her desk.

“Ah, Coach Y/L/N!�� Rebecca greeted warmly. “Come in. How’s your second week faring?”

Y/N stepped inside, closing the door behind her. “It’s… going,” she said with a faint laugh, taking the offered seat across from Rebecca.

Rebecca raised an eyebrow, studying her. “You don’t sound convinced.”

Y/N hesitated, feeling an inexplicable ease in Rebecca’s presence. Maybe it was her charisma or the way she exuded wisdom without judgment. Either way, Y/N found herself admitting, “It’s… complicated.”

Rebecca leaned forward slightly, her curiosity piqued. “Complicated how?”

There was a long pause before Y/N finally let out a breath. “I think I might… like someone. Someone I really shouldn’t like.”

Rebecca’s expression shifted to one of amusement and intrigue. “Jamie Tartt,” she said matter-of-factly.

Y/N’s head shot up. “How—?”

Rebecca waved a hand dismissively. “Please, it’s written all over your face. And, well… he’s Jamie. It’s hard not to notice the tension.”

Y/N groaned, burying her face in her hands. “It’s so stupid. I’m his coach. I’m supposed to be professional, not…” She trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

Rebecca regarded her thoughtfully. “You know, I don’t think it would affect Jamie’s game as much as you think it would. If anything, it might inspire him.”

“That’s the problem,” Y/N admitted, her voice quieter now. “Jamie’s at the peak of his career. He’s got everything going for him. And I—” She hesitated. “I see in him what I could’ve been if things had gone differently. I don’t want to be the reason he loses focus or—”

“Y/N,” Rebecca interrupted gently. “Do you honestly think you’re giving yourself enough credit here? Jamie’s not some fragile boy who can’t balance his career and his emotions. And from what I’ve seen, he could use someone in his corner who truly understands him.”

Y/N bit her lip, Rebecca’s words sinking in but not entirely dispelling her doubts.

Meanwhile, in the locker room, Jamie was pacing. His frustration was palpable, and it wasn’t just about football.

“Oi, Jamie,” Dani called out, grinning as he sat on the bench. “Did you see Coach Y/L/N’s skills yesterday? Incredible!”

“Yeah,” Sam chimed in. “She’s so cool. And smart. And—”

“And very beautiful,” Jan Maas interjected bluntly. “It is undeniable.”

“Exactly!” Dani agreed enthusiastically.

Jamie, who had been tying his boots with forced nonchalance, abruptly straightened up. He clenched his fists as if trying to tamp down the irritation bubbling under his skin. “Do you lot ever shut up?” he snapped, his voice cutting through the easy camaraderie.

The room fell silent, everyone exchanging glances. Dani, ever cheerful, tried to lighten the mood. “We’re just appreciating Coach! She’s amazing!”

Jamie scoffed, the jealousy twisting in his chest. “Yeah, well, maybe appreciate her quietly, yeah?” he muttered before grabbing his gear and stalking out of the room, his face flushed.

Nate, who had been organizing towels nearby, blinked in surprise. “What’s his problem?”

Jamie stomped into the boot room, slamming the door shut behind him. Roy, who had been sorting through equipment, barely glanced up.

“What’s got your knickers in a twist?” Roy asked gruffly.

“Nothing,” Jamie grumbled, leaning against the wall with crossed arms.

Roy snorted. “Right. And I’m the Queen of bloody England.”

Jamie glared at him but didn’t respond.

Roy set down the ball he’d been holding and turned to face him fully. “This about Y/N?”

Jamie froze, his eyes widening. “What? No!” he said quickly, but the red creeping up his neck betrayed him.

Roy smirked. “Oh, come off it. It’s bloody obvious. You’re into her.”

Jamie’s jaw dropped. “How the hell d’you know that?”

Roy shrugged. “Been obvious for a while. She handles you better than anyone else ever could. And don’t tell me you haven’t noticed.”

Jamie stared at him, stunned. He hadn’t even admitted it to himself until last night, but now Roy was saying it like it was common knowledge.

“It’s not like that,” Jamie muttered, looking away.

“Bullshit,” Roy said bluntly. “You like her. So what’s the problem?”

Jamie hesitated. “I don’t know if she likes me back.”

Roy barked out a laugh. “Since when has that ever stopped you? You’re a little bitch prima donna who goes after what he wants, remember?”

"It's prima donna." Jamie scowled. “And this is different. She’s different.”

Roy raised an eyebrow. “And? What, you think she’s too good for you?”

Jamie scowled deeper. “Maybe.”

Roy smirked. “She probably is. But that’s not the point.”

Jamie shot him a look.

“Look,” Roy said, his tone softening slightly. “Y/N’s great. Too great for the likes of you, sure. But for some reason, she seems to tolerate your annoying ass. So maybe, instead of acting like a prick, you figure out what you’re gonna do about it.”

Jamie stared at him, Roy’s words hitting harder than he’d like to admit.

“Oh, and Jamie?” Roy added as he turned back to the equipment. “Don’t screw it up.”

Will, who had been eavesdropping from the doorway, couldn’t help but chime in with a cheerful, “Yeah, don’t screw it up!”

“Piss off, Will!” Jamie and Roy shouted in unison, making the kitman scurry away with a laugh.

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corruptedcaps · 1 year ago

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Nurse Stacey

Stacey’s first day as an interning nurse wasn’t going well. How was she suppose to know she had to provide her own uniform? Although the rest of the girls from her class seemed to know as they were all dressed and ready for work. She knew it was somehow Bree’s, her bitchy classmate, fault.

Bree was clearly jealous of Stacey’s innate smarts and aptitude for the job but Bree also made it no secret that she was studying to become a nurse just so she could sink her claws into the richest doctor available. She didn’t want anyone taking any spotlight away from her in anyway so constantly set Stacey up to fail.

However Bree had ‘modified’ her uniform to make it so eyes were always on her anyway. Her tight uniform showed as much skin as was possible under the rules, so bullying Stacey at this point was just a bonus. By lunchtime on her first day Stacey was pulled aside by the head doctor, Lawrence, and told she needed to find a uniform that was white and red like everyone else’s by end of day otherwise she would be let go.

“I’m sorry Stacey but I’ve had complaints from some of the other interns that you aren’t taking your time here very seriously and it’s reflecting poorly on them so please find something appropriate to wear otherwise I’ll have to give you a failing grade.” He said leaving her alone to fume. Her? Inappropriate? Bree was the one with the ‘modified’ uniform, her tits practically dripping out.

“But by the end of day? How can I possibly do that with the rest of my work?” Stacey said to herself after Lawrence walked away.

“Maybe you should use your lunch hour, god knows you could lose a few pounds.” Bree said cruelly chiming in.

Stacey stormed into the locker room to try and find some nurse scrubs, even dirty ones but came up empty. Frustrated she banged against the lockers but felt them shake more than normal against the wall. That’s when she realized they weren’t up against a wall, but a door. Curious, she pulled out the set of lockers to reveal the door. It had been painted over but it was clearly a door and even had a name plate too.

Sliding the plate off she scratched and chipped away at the paint until it revealed it read ‘Head Nurse’. It was only then that she realized that the hospital didn’t have a head nurse. It wasn’t unusual for a hospital not to have one but it certainly was strange for a hospital to have an office for one that didn’t exist. However Stacey also realized that this may be the solution to her problems. Any good head nurse would have a spare change of scrubs in case of emergency.

Pushing the paint covered door hard enough until it gave in, Stacey fell inside to find a long forgotten and dusty room. It was sparsely decorated and had little furniture. What furniture it did have was odd. For example it had a rather plush looking bed and velvety sofa. It looked more like a room to entertain than one to work in but her eyes were soon drawn to a clothes mannequin in the corner. This would be what she needed.

However as she got closer to it she saw that the outfit was far from what she expected. Instead it looked like some sort of slutty Halloween version of a nurses outfit. It was made of white and red spandex and was incredibly short and looked like she wouldn’t be able to breath in it despite it’s flexibility. Stacey would never wear such a thing even as a joke let alone for work but as the end of the day was looming she realized it was her last hope. If nothing else it could buy her time to get a proper uniform after work somewhere.

Stripping down to her underwear she eyed the outfit and realized that she would need to be totally naked to squeeze into it. Locking the door to the office she then removed the last of her clothes and stood for a moment looking at her reflection in the large mirror in the corner.

She was by no means ugly but she was certainly out of shape and unkempt looking. She just never had time to work out and primp herself due to all her studying. She had sacrificed a lot to be where she was and now she was on the brink of losing it because of some gold digging jealous bitch. Her anger spurred her on. She pulled the outfit off the mannequin and held her breath as she slipped into it and zipped it up.

It was the tightest thing she had ever worn and yet she didn’t feel uncomfortable. There was a certain safety she felt by having it close to her skin and yet at the same time it felt as though she were naked. It gave her a weird sense of power, like the outfit was a kind of armour. Taking a moment she looked at herself in the mirror and strangely didn’t think she looked silly as she thought she might have. She didn’t feel shy or reserved either, she felt sexy. Even the antiquated hat looked good on her.

“Wow a head nurse wearing this? I imagine all all the staff were eating out of the palm of her hand, especially the hunky doctors looking like this.” She said to herself in admiration of the previous owner of the outfit. She felt light headed wearing it, like she didn’t have a care in the world which she quickly put down to the outfit cutting down on the blood circulation. It wasn’t tight everywhere however as the outfit was clearly meant for someone with a much larger cup size.

“Even though I don’t fill it out perfectly I think this should keep me from being fired today.” She said to herself preparing to leave but suddenly hearing a voice in her head.

“Fired? Who would dare fire the head nurse?” The voice purred in her mind.

“W-who said that?” Stacey said looking around seeing no one.

“Why me of course, your uniform. I am designed specifically for the head nurse. That’s you of course, correct?” The voice replied. Stacey thought she was losing her mind. Maybe the uniform was cutting off more blood to her brain than she thought.

“Eh yes I’m Stacey, the new, eh, head nurse.” Stacey replied trying to humor her own delusion.

“Stacey? No no no that won’t do, that’s not commanding enough. No you will be Anastasia from now on. Now let me get started.” The voice continued.

“Started with w-?” Stacey began but suddenly felt an intense heat begin in her stomach and reverberate outward. However it wasn’t unpleasant and in fact was quite pleasing making her involuntarily moan.

“Whhhhaaaaat arrrreee youuuuu doooooing?” Stacey groaned as the feeling intensified.

“Why I’m remaking your body of course, didn’t you read your head nurse contract? It’s standard procedure for all new head nurses to undergo a bitchification process. You need to be strong and tough to have this job after all.” The voice said matter of factly.

Stacey felt the uniform crunch in her stomach and her body moulded to its sleek and curvy contours. Her hips flared out, her butt became plump while her waist shrank. It felt good.

And yet she knew what was happening was wrong, she wasn’t the head nurse and pretending to be one would only land her in hot water. She needed to take off the uniform even if it was the more pleasurable thing she had ever felt.

“Noooo stop, this isn’t right. I’m not the head nurse.” She groaned while the changes continued. Hot red nails shot out from the ends of her fingers as her lips inflated into soft kissable pillows. Her tits grew bigger and bigger until it felt as though they’d rip the uniform.

“Of course, it’s perfectly normal to feel that way during this process but the next phase should put you at ease.” The uniform replied to her in words and then in actions as Stacey suddenly felt a barrage of information be thrown at her mind.

Expert medical advice was downloaded in an instant to her mind, knowledge that would have taken a lifetime to learn was suddenly as simple to her as two plus two. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad she thought to herself, she could make a real difference with a mind like hers now.

Just as she was having this altruistic thought, however, she heard bitchy mantras and creeds echo in her head.

Profits over people.

Power is Queen, the Queen will have power.

Serving the hospital so you will be served.

Greed, beauty, excess, fear.

They repeated over and over again in her mind, it was clear that the head nurse wasn’t there to help the patients, she was meant to help the hospital. Stacey was disgusted but the more she heard the words the more she was nodding along. She tried to resist but the conditioning was too strong.

She didn’t want to become a bitch but the temptation was getting hard to deny. Why should she have to work so hard when sluts like Bree walked all over her. Thinking about what a spoilt bitch Bree was ironically sealed Stacey’s fate. Knowing she’d have the power to command Bree to do whatever she said made Stacey unbearably wet. She wanted that more than anything.

“Yeesss you’re right, I was just doubting myself. That’ll never happen again. Insecure nurse Stacey is dead, confident, gorgeous head nurse Anastasia has arrived.” She purred with a new bitchy tone. She expected the uniform to reply but it said nothing. Having completed its job it went back into a dormant state.

Anastasia meanwhile walked over to the upright mirror and took in her new form. She looked every bit the wet dream she felt. Her outrageous beauty was complemented by her steely cold gaze, a duo that would give her the ultimate power over the staff and patients of HER hospital.

However she needed to make it official and there was one person she knew who could rubber stamp her new position and she would make it so he would beg her to be head nurse.

The next morning, the staff of the hospital were gathered outside Lawrence’s office after being summoned there 20 minutes ago. They weren’t certain but some could have sworn that they heard grunting, moaning and spanking.

Bree arrived with her cohort just as Lawrence exited his office, with his tie askew. Bree looked around and was happy to see Stacey not present.

“Guess poor Stacey didn’t find any spare uniforms. Such bad timing that we had offered to wash all the spares this morning, we could have given her one.” Bree smirked satisfied to herself as her friends giggled knowingly.

“Thank you all for coming on such short notice. I’ll make this brief. I’m proud to announce that starting today we have a long over due position returning. The position of head nurse!” Lawrence declared and the staff broke out into a murmur.

Bree and her friends broke into an excited chatter. This could be the stepping stone Bree needed to bag herself a rich doctor. If she became Head Nurse she would work intimately with the upper crust of the hospital. Sure there were more senior nurses but she had a way of getting what she wanted.

“After a long decision process I have decided to fill the position with one of our newest nurses. I know this might irk some of the senior staff but I believe a new position needs new blood.” Lawrence said and Bree felt his eyes land on her. Could she be getting her wish so soon? Of course, there was no other answer.

“So will you all please welcome your new head nurse, Anastasia.” Lawrence announced loudly as a brunette beauty strode out from his office. The staff were completely gobsmacked by the reveal of Anastasia, clad in the tightest uniform they had ever seen.

“Now that is no way to great your new head nurse, is it? Applaud. ” Anastasia said with a long stare that sent a shiver down everyone’s spine. Slowly they began to clap and Anastasia basked in their fearful reverence.

“Now Anastasia will get reacquainted with everyone over the next few days but for now back to work.” Lawrence said and looked over to Anastasia for an approving look but finding only her cold withering stare. Nevertheless he became aroused and quickly left to do his rounds along with most of the staff. Most except Bree and her gang.

“You might have Lawrence fooled with these fake tits, and slutty makeup but I know you’re still a loser Stacey and I’ll have your job by the end of the week.” Bree said defiantly. Anastasia smiled at her unnervingly and slowly clopped over to her in her high heels. As tough as Bree fronted she soon cowered before her new head nurse as she was backed into a corner with her friends.

“That’s head nurse Anastasia worm. You can be as insolent as you like but I now control your passing grades. If you don’t do exactly as I say I’ll fail you, all of you, and blacklist the lot of you from working in any hospital in this country. No job, no hot doctors, no life of luxury.” She said bearing down on the frightened young women.

“But follow me, learn from me and I’ll recommend you as Head Nurses to our sister locations. They’ll be some ‘training’ involved of course but you’ll earn yourself a uniform like mine and the power that comes with it. Understood?” Anastasia said in a cold purr that had all of Bree’s friends nodding enraptured.

“Good. Now off you go, training begins tomorrow.” Anastasia said standing back and allowing the women to escape. But yet again, Bree stood in rebellious rage.

“Screw you slut, my daddy is rich and is on the board of the hospital, if you think your theatrics intimidate me you-” Bree began but was quickly silenced by Anastasia who grabbed the girl by her neck and lifted her off the floor with ease, the uniform granting her super human strength.

“Silence, I heard just about enough of you. I know about your daddy and the power he had over the hospital. Who do you think gave Lawrence the go ahead for my promotion? Your daddy is under my thumb now and he will do exactly as I command, something you’re going to learn to do starting now.” Anastasia cackled as she dragged the young nurse to her office and threw her to the floor.

“Now loser you’re going to clean this place too to bottom. I want all this dust gone by the end of day, if you don’t consider your future as a nurse ended.” The bitchy head nurse said smirking down at Bree.

“By the end of day? How can I possibly do that with the rest of my work?” Bree said to Anastasia who just looked at her as if she were an ant.

“Maybe you should use your lunch hour, god knows you could lose a few pounds.” Anastasia said smirking cruelly at Bree.

THE END

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nerdraging4point0 · 9 months ago

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Power Play // Chapter 9 // Hockeyplayer!Noah AU

Tropes and tags: RPF:AU hockey player romance, angsty romance, hidden relationship, forbidden relationship, smutty, MF, multiple POV.

Content Warning: angsty romance, hockey player shenanigans, locker room talk, smutty, aggressive hockey players, PinV, MF relationship, possessive male, protective male.

This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction.

As I delicately dab the gauze against Nick's left eyebrow, I can feel it nearly slipping from my trembling hands. The tension is palpable as I firmly grasp his stubbled chin, forcing his gaze to meet mine for just a moment before his eyes dart back to the action unfolding across the ice.

It all went down so fast.

In a flash, Sanchez slung the puck past the goalie and into the net, eliciting a roar from the crowd. But the celebration was short-lived, as the clash of bodies around the goal quickly turned chaotic. The Bruns defense swarmed Sanchez, shoving him roughly, while another player trips up Ruffilo in a blatant display of aggression. And then, as Nick is getting to his feet, one of the opposing players "accidentally" strikes him across the face with the sharp end of his stick, drawing blood and a collective gasp from the onlookers. It takes the quick action of Dominick leaping over the boards, and the restraint of Sebastian, to keep Karlsson from pummeling the offending player then and there.

With a few deft motions, I managed to clear away the blood, Ruffilo's injury was not as severe as it had initially appeared. Relieved to see that no stitches would be necessary, I turned my attention to Jack, giving him a reassuring thumbs up. Jack responds with a curt nod, his gaze shifting towards the ice as he silently communicated his readiness to get the game back underway. Taking the cue, I reached out and gave Nick a firm pat on the shoulder, prompting him to swiftly leap back over the boards and rejoin his teammates on the rink. Turning back to my makeshift medical station, I set about the methodical task of cleaning up the scattered gauze pads and securely closing the saline solution.

Noah has been skating past my post repeatedly today, each time i've tried to ignore his presence, it's been a mere two weeks since our fateful universal date. Since that night, we've been utterly unable to keep our hands off one another, our bodies drawn together by an irresistible magnetic force that threatens to consume us both.

Although we've managed to keep our situationship secret for now the ever-present anxiety of being discovered hangs over me like a dark cloud. The thrill is intoxicating, yet the guilt gnaws at my conscience. I know deep down that what we share is wrong, taboo, a flagrant flouting of the rules - and yet, in his presence, all rational thought seems to evaporate.

The way he moves, the way he looks at me, ignites a fire within that I find impossible to extinguish.

The words breach of contract. Misconduct. All flash in my brain when I think about it, but they vanish shortly after his hands touch my skin. One misstep, one slip-up, could shatter the fragile web we've woven - and the consequences of that are almost too terrifying to contemplate.

I’m no longer the only nurse on the team. McGuirre joined us last week, he is smart and funny. Recently divorced from his husband he took the job for a fresher start. Since then, each time Noah has needed a look over or some small injury, I have him handle it instead. The exchange of care helps quell the anxiety in my chest.

But it doesn't stop my heart from racing every time he looks my way.

This game is falling apart and it's putting both the fans and the players on edge. The players have already engaged in a staggering five fights. We are down by three points, and the frustration is etched on each of their faces. Lawrence, has already broken two hockey sticks, cracking them across his knee with roaring yell. Karlsson, has found himself in the penalty box twice, forced to sit out crucial moments due to his overzealous play. In contrast, Noah, though not directly involved in any altercations, has been an aggressive presence, getting in the faces of multiple opposing players, unwilling to back down from the challenge.

Even my father is visibly on edge, his cheeks flushed not from the chill of the rink but from the sheer tension of the moment. Up in the visitors' box, a group of recruiters from the Olympics, accompanied by the team's public relations manager, have their eyes trained intently on the game, focusing particularly on the standout players, Ruffilo and Sanchez. With each impressive play made, the recruiters can be seen pointing and discussing animatedly.

As the final buzzer sounds, signaling the end of the game, the dejected players trudge off the ice, their shoulders hunched and their faces etched with frustration. The heavy footfalls echo through the empty halls, punctuated by the occasional angry muttering or the slamming of a door. Once inside the cramped, dimly lit locker room, the pent-up emotions finally erupt, with players hurling their sweat-soaked jerseys and slamming their fists against the metal lockers. The cacophony of crashing gear and furious shouts creates a chaotic symphony. It doesn’t take me long to put away the supplies and gather my keys and phone from my locker. Heading out quick.

As I aimlessly scrolled through my phone, the bright glow from the screen casting an eerie blue light across my face, I was completely oblivious to the looming presence approaching from the side. I’m tired and just want some late night dinner and trashy TV. Utterly absorbed in the mindless distraction of social media, I failed to notice the large, imposing figure drawing nearer until a sudden, vice-like grip seized my arm, yanking me forward with surprising force. Startled, I glanced up to find myself staring at a towering, sulking, Noah. His fingers, still damp and wrinkled from what was presumably a recent shower, dug painfully into the soft flesh of my bicep as he roughly dragged me along, his broad shoulders and thick neck tight with frustration. The pungent, earthy scent of his body wash, a musky, woodsy fragrance, assaulted my nostrils, his shoulders red frome the heart of his shower.

We approach the storage closet, my head instinctively swivels around, scanning the empty hallway for any prying eyes that might catch. The coast is clear, and with a gentle nudge, he guides me through the doorway, clicking the door shut behind us. The small, enclosed space is dimly lit, barely holding all the storage let alone two human bodies.

“You’ve been ignoring me, little fox.” The dark, brooding intensity in his eyes is intense as he stalks towards me, his lithe, predatory movements leaving no doubt about his purpose. Droplets cling to the silky strands of his bangs, which sweep alluringly across his sharp cheekbones. I feel my back press against the sturdy wooden shelves behind me, the practice cones and sports gear rattling slightly from the contact.

Trapped, I try to stammer out a weak explanation, insisting that this is "nothing personal, just professional." But the tremor in my voice betrays the growing arousal I feel pooling between my thighs. As his hungry gaze rakes over my body.

As he inhales sharply, a low, rumbling growl escapes his lips, further stoking the fire within me. “Turn around.”

My heart is hammering in my ears and I can barely register to move. “Wh-what?”

"Turn. Around." he commanded, his voice low and gruff. Slowly, I pushed off from the shelf, my eyes fixed on him as my body turned. He was impatient, taking my hips in his strong, calloused hands and spinning me the rest of the way around, pulling my backside firmly against his hips. I could feel his throbbing cock pressing against my ass, and a needy whine escaped my lips at the thought of him filling me up once more.

With one swift, powerful thrust, he pushed me into the shelf, I braced, pushing some of the gear aside as my body jolted forward. It still wasn't enough - I wanted more, craving the delicious, almost painful sensation of being stretched and dominated by this man.

His breath hits the shell of my ear as his long fingers grasp my hair and pull my head back to meet his lips. “Say it,” he growls, “Say you want me to fuck you.” I whimper, it's all my brain can do, my ability to form words is short circuiting. “Speak words, little fox.” He says tugging my hair, causing just a quick nip of pain at my scalp.

“Please, Noah,” I beg, it's enough. Noah's free hand swiftly tugs down my pants and underwear, exposing me. Kicking my legs apart, he decisively slides his hand up the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, zeroing in on the throbbing center of my arousal. Without hesitation, he presses a long, skilled finger directly onto my sensitive clit, gently massaging the slick, swollen nub in firm, circular motions. The sensation is electric, and I can't help but gasp as he suddenly plunges that same finger deep inside me, filling me to the knuckle. I can feel the cool metal of his ring as it grazes my most sensitive walls, and he pulls back only to push forward again with more force. My body responds eagerly, clenching and fluttering around his intrusion as white-hot pleasure radiates through me. The combination of his confident touch, the fullness within me, and the intense stimulation on my most sensitive spots has me teetering on the edge of ecstasy, my breath coming in short, needy pants.

As his hand slowly withdraws, he carefully cups a portion of my glistening wetness between his fingertips, savoring the delicate texture and warmth. Releasing his grip on my hair, I turn my head just in time to witness him hastily shoving down his sweats, his throbbing cock springing back to meet the taut skin of his abdomen. With a deliberate motion, he coats the swollen tip and rigid shaft with my own arousal. My eyes roll back and I bite down hard on my lower lip, enthralled by the erotically charged sight. Bracing myself against his hip, I can feel him guiding his pulsing length to my entrance, sinking in the moment he finds the perfect spot. There is no hesitation, no gentle buildup - he simply begins driving his hips forward, the slapping of skin against skin echoing through the charged atmosphere as he grips me tightly by the hips.

Rising up on the balls of my feet in a desperate bid to feel him buried within me to the absolute hilt. The overwhelming, all-encompassing need to be ripped apart, to be used and claimed with utter abandon, pulses through my veins like molten desire. He answers my frantic, wanton movements with grunts and pants, his grip tightening around my waist until I can feel the sharp crests of my hips pinching under the sheer force of his grasp.

I arch my back, grinding myself against him with wanton abandon, lost in the ecstasy of being utterly possessed.

The intense sensations are almost overwhelming, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me as he continues his relentless pounding. I can barely catch my breath, whimpering and gasping in a desperate attempt to hold back the screams that threaten to escape. My fingers claw at nothing, grasping for something, anything, to anchor myself as my body is wracked with one earth-shattering orgasm after another. The backs of my thighs burn from holding myself up on my toes, but I refuse to give in, needing to feel every inch of him filling me, stretching me to my limits.

His large hands grip my backside, kneading the flesh as he pulls me forward to meet each of his powerful thrusts. I can imagine the lewd sight of his glistening cock disappearing inside me, leaving me raw and thoroughly claimed. The only sounds that fill the air are his grunts, growls, and heavy panting as he takes what he needs, completely consumed.

Deep within, I feel a stirring of something more profound - a dawning realization that he is claiming me, body and soul, in a way no other man ever could. With each punishing stroke, he is staking his indelible mark, making me his and his alone.

In what feels like an eternity but is mere moments, he lets out one last guttural groan, his hips surging forward in a final, forceful thrust. I can feel the tension in his body as it quivers and strains, every muscle going taut before finally releasing in a shuddering wave of relief. Collapsing over me, he pants heavily, his breath hot and ragged against my skin. We stay locked together, suspended, my legs trembling as I slowly lower them to the floor. The warmth of his release coats my insides, the sensation both foreign and familiar as it seeps into every sensitive crevice. Time seems to stand still in that hazy, blissful moment, the world narrowing down to just the two of us. Finally, reluctantly, we begin to part.

He helps bring my pants back up as I fix the hem of my shirt. His arms wrapping around my waist as he pulls me in head tucking over my shoulder. He doesn't say anything. Just lets out a shaky breath before kissing the side of my neck and turning around to leave.

As I reluctantly bid farewell to Noah, a profound sense of melancholy washes over me, shaking my entire being more intensely than the passionate encounter we had just shared. The tender goodbye lingers, its emotional weight far exceeding the physical intimacy we had experienced. Glancing down, I notice my phone and keys strewn haphazardly on the floor. I can't even recall the moment I dropped them.

Steeling myself, I step out of the closet, turning to my left only to witness Noah vanish back towards the locker rooms. In that instant, I'm painfully aware that I'm not alone - Ruffilo and Karlsson stand in the hallway, their eyebrows raised in a silent expression of surprise and judgment as our eyes meet. My cheeks flush with a deep, burning crimson as I spin on my heel, heart pounding, and quickly make my way down the hall towards the parking lot, desperate to escape the prying eyes and the weight of the moment.

#bad omens cult #noah sebastian #bad omens #noahsebastian fanfic #bad omens band #hockey player noah #hockey #bad omens au #bad omens smut #hockey romance #hockeyomens

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bloogers-boogers · 2 years ago

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I was thinking of an au where Craig calls Cartman for help during a really bad breakup with Tweek. He asks him to help him get Tweek back and Cartman couldn't find himself to say no (+plus something for exchange) so he ends up suggesting something very basic as making Tweek jealous. Initially, Cartman thought he had everthing calculated until both him and Craig figure out that the both "boyfriend" candidates weren't willing to do the job not even for cash.

So they were left with no more options. However while Cartman was thinking for another solution Craig suggests him to be his boyfriend which leaves Cartman both in shocked and in a panic.

"Dude I'm not dating you! What makes you think I'd do that? I would not hear the end of this with my friends!"

"It's just for the month or until Tweek snaps! Stop being such an asshole. I'm also putting my reputation at point by dating you."

So after a bunch of talking (negotiating) Cartman ends up agreeing to do this. Monday hits and they start settling the plan by snooping around and making Clyde their primary target, making him suspicious and eventually discovering the two snuggling behind some bushes.

And lord an behold, next day everyone had their eyes on them. Whispering, gossiping, giving them the eyes, some looked concerned. But most importantly, they succeeded for the rumor to spread of their so called "secret" relationship.

Some of the girls whispered about feeling bad for Tweek as he entered and walked furious through the hallway.

Tweek eventually find Stan and Kyle, and straight up goes twoards them.

"Is it true?"

"Hey, Tweek. What's up?" Stan asks, clearly aware of the issue but was too awkward to add anything more.

"Is it true?" Tweek repeatedly said more sternly.

"Dude, be smart. It's probably some scheme Cartman is doing," Kyle spoke after brief seconds, "I just can't point out what he'd gain from this..." he added lastly before his eyes darted away from Tweek's, seemingly in thought.

"I figured. My Craig would never go that low".

And after that last thing said the devil was summoned. And Cartman had approached the three with a 'innocent' smile.

"Hey, broships.

Tweek." He seethed out the blonds name. Already taking note of the other's furious appearance.

Seconds after Tweek grabs him from his coat and slams him harshly against the lockers; startling everyone there and ofcourse Cartman. Who cursed out loud because of the impact on his back.

It was quite a sight for the students that they started forming a circle around them.

"WHY ARE YOU SPREADING FALSE RUMORS OF YOU AND CRAIG BEING A COUPLE?!"

"They're not false, Tweek." A nonchalant but familiar voice chimes in making the blond gasp silently as he kept his eyes still on the brunette. "We're dating.

Are you okay, Eric?"

The other students gasped, Stan and Kyle were left speechless. Mostly Kyle who watched in disbelief at Craig and then looked at Cartman for any left affirmation of this but the brunette was too focus on getting loose from Tweeks grip to even notice.

"Do I look okay?! Get this bitch off me!!" Cartman screamed annoyed as Tweek let go.

He gave one look at Craig before marching to class without a word said leaving everyone else watching. Again, except for Kyle who still remained looking at Cartman with a open mouth and a shocked expression.

The bell rang and this was Craig's signal to grab Cartman's hand and drag him away from the others. As the students disperse different ways and head to their respective classrooms.

At class Craig was second doubting about the whole thing, a little anxious and wondering if Tweek would ever forgive him after he tells him this is all some set up to get back with him. But what's done is done, and he has to follow through with it.

Eventually lunch time came along and he and Cartman sat in a table apart from others they use this as an opportunity to talk about their situation and the responses of their peers; mostly close friends and ofcourse Tweek's.

Craig was pleased to hear that Cartman was told by Kenny about how Tweek started questioning further about them during forth period mostly interrogating Stan and Kyle as if he suspected them to know more considering they're close friends with Cartman. However they had nothing and Kyle was skeptical and still unsure about the whole relationship thing aswell.

Speaking of Kyle, he waited at last period outside Craig's classroom and the moment he had come out from class Kyle yanked his arm and dragged him away from the crowd of students, not leaving him to process anything of what was going on.

Craig looked at him confused as the redhead checked that no one was around before speaking up.

"What did Cartman get you into? Is he blackmailing you? Is he forcing you to do this?" Kyle began rambling about Cartman typical ways and that he'd understood if he were being blackmailed by Cartman and that he could help him get out from it if he told him the truth.

All of this talking was beginning to overwhelm Craig and he didn't know why it surprised him that Kyle would come his way just to prevent something involving Cartman when both of them are obsessed in some way with each other. It isn't new to him neither to the rest of the school or town.

"Dude, shut up already. I'm not being manipulated, blackmail neither 'threatened' by Cartman," he hold back as he made sure to sound and look convincing to Kyle.

Kyle on the other hand was giving him these strong vibes, Craig just couldn't tell what it was but his stare was intensely focused on him and he was feeling uncomfortable. Normally he doesn't usually speak with any of these assholes aside from Kenny's and sometimes Cartman so he figured that must've been it. The abruptness of the whole thing and who it was.

"I really like Eric," he frowned with uncertainty, it feels so wrong to say that when he was thinking of Tweek. But he must sound believable.

Kyle frowned disappointed with the answer and began looking at him from feet to head as if he was trying so hard to find something on him.

And a couple of minutes an another ramble about not trusting Cartman blah blah blah, the redhead finished off with giving him a warning and to be cautious. Also call him if anything, which Craig just sighed annoyed once he was out of sight.

"Dude, I just got a 10 hr lecture from Kyle," he spat annoyed as he entered the other's home.

They had agree on coming to Cartman's house every day after school to discuss their progress. However Craig was annoyingly frustrated because their plan never had a added bonus of having to deal with some paranoid motherfucker.

Cartman was in his couch writing down who knows what in some notebook.

"Yeah, that's normal. Just ignore him everytime he tries to approach you with something," Cartman just answers so casually and unfazed by it as he continued writing in the notebook.

"So what, I'll just have to deal with that? The hell, fatboy? How do I get him to leave me alone!"

Cartman just laughed, "He won't leave you alone, you'll just have to deal with him until all of this ends."

"I don't want to deal with him! I only want to be focused on Tweek not worry for my next 10 hr lecture."

"Yeah, well. What do you want me to say? Kyle has always been like that ever since I dated Heidi. Get over it and ignore him, cause he'll do anything to keep anyone from getting close to me. Something about it never ending healthy, me being unworthy, heartless all that shit that's link to being a monster or whatever," Cartman finally put his pencil aside and passed him the notebook. Gesturing for he to read it.

Craig didn't until he was given some answer to get Kyle to leave him alone.

"Don't you think that's a little excessive even for you? Like, yeah you're and asshole and shit, no one really SHOULD get with you but that isn't really his business or no one else's but yours."

Cartman paused as he looked around seemingly in thought before shrugging. "Can't stop the ginger."

Craig frowned and got tired of insisting, dropping the whole subject taking account that Cartman didn't seem bothered by it or remotely interested of preventing Kyle from getting involved.

He looked at the notebook in hand and Cartman explained to him that they were instructions of how their "relationship" was gonna work from now on. Gestures, compliments, cheek kisses a peck on the mouth goodbye and in extremes cases a genuine kiss with tongue.

Craig wondered if it truly was worth it when firstly Tweek was giving him the cold shoulder and two, KYLE.

Two weeks in it was either being bluntly ignored by Tweek (worse if they accidentally bump into eachother Tweek would glare at him) or Kyle pestering about how he should reconsider the class of guy he’s with and to break up with him already. Even though Cartman surprisingly has been following the rules he had made to a tee. So he was being a "good" boyfriend infront of everyone.

"I'm telling you it's all an act. Cartman wants something I can feel it! You really shouldn't trust him, Craig. Besides don't you still have feelings for Tweek?"

'God this loser' Craig thought as he closed his locker and continued walking, trying to mind his own damn business.

"Kyle, for the millionth time. I'm not breaking up with Eric. So just stop insisting on breaking my relationship with him cause it's not happening."

Kyle reaction this time was very diffrent from the other confrontations they've had. This time his face was red as if he was embarrassed and he seem sad for a second before he covered it up with a scowl, "I'm not trying to force you to break up with him! I just THINK you should reconsider it. He doesn't even fit the type of guys you're interested in!"

Craig arched a brow to that, "and what exactly is my type?"

"I don't know, blonds?"

Craig huffed, "Dude why does it matter so much to you? Just let it be. If he does something then I'll handle it on my own, that's my problem not yours!"

He was about to walk off but he stopped when Kyle snapped at him, "WHAT DO YOU EVEN LIKE ABOUT HIM?! What was it that got you to look at him and say to yourself 'fuck I want his fatass'! Cause Cartman has done nothing to you for you to like him! Look at him or touch him! So why do you like him?!" it startled the shit out of him he stood still now looking at the fuming redhead, "he's a narcissistic bigoted piece of shit who belittles people for fun and a freaking racist! What's so charming about that? Why put yourself with a person you know isn't good for you! Is it some challenge for you? Are you challenging yourself to change Cartman?? Cause fuck you! He won't!"

"Dude. What the fuck is wrong with you?" Craig spat in disbelief. Kyle scoffed dryly before silently stomping away in defeat.

Maybe he finally realized how crazy he sounded.

A day after Cartman enters his room with out notice, taking him off guard while changing clothes.

"THE FUCK DUDE?!"

Cartman sat on his desk chair, "Kyle knows." He spat casually as he checks his nails.

"WHAT."

"Yeah I told him yesterday."

"Why the hell would you tell him?!"

"Cause he wasn't leaving me alone about it," Cartman shrugged as it his reasons were obvious.

"Dude you said we couldn't tell anyone and that 'Kyle does it all the time, get over yourself and ignore him' !!"

"I never said I would. Don't trip, Kyle won't say anything," he shrugged it off with his hand, "also that's not why I'm here for."

Craig arched a brow confused as he zipped his pants up.

"Kyle told me something interesting yesterday about Tweek. You're welcome btw, cause if I hadn't told Kyle about this you wouldn't be getting this information at all, but whatever I guess.

Anyways, Tweek is planning to talk to you on Friday so don't mess it up."

"Wait, why all of the sudden?"

"I dunno man, jesus, that's what Kyle overheard during P.E. but if you want to know more about it, you can ask Tolkien. Cause that's who Tweek was talking with."

Craig bit his lip contemplating it but denied with his head, "nah, I'll just wait till Friday and find out from Tweek."

Cartman groaned annoyed, "you're so boring and plain no wonder Tweek broke up with you in the first place."

"Tweek broke up with me because I have problems communicating atleast that's what he says I do."

"Uhuh. He does got a point, cause you suck."

"Can you get out of my house already!"

It was Wednesday and he can for sure tell Kyle was no longer gonna be a problem for him, not even a glance his way since he arrived to school; like how it normally was before he announced "dating" Cartman. Well atleast the first few periods, lunch time however Cartman decided to sit with his friends and Kyle look his way for a few seconds before returning his attention on Stan.

He sighed relieved that he no longer had to deal with all of that.

And after what feels like an eternity he finally was able to sit with his friends without feeling uncomfortable around Tweek. He was still ignoring him and was sitting right next to Tolkien but not much drama aside from Clyde's typical gossip.

He couldn't help but take sneak glances at Tweek. His blond locks, pale skin, he even missed seeing those dark eye circles on his beautiful face. He wants to plant plenty of kisses in ever corner and inch of it.

"So, how things with Cartman?" Tolkien asked.

Craig scoffed awkwardly before taking a sip from his soda, "normal I guess?"

"This time you guys didn't sit together?"

"We don't always have to be stuck to the side of the other every hour of every day. I missed hanging out with you guys and he apparently missed hanging out with his friends. Nothing serious."

"You and Tweek always were," Clyde added with not much thought, Jimmy just smacked the back of his head with one of his crutches, "OW!"

"No we weren't, ngh!" Tweek spat defensive. Finally he spoke.

It's been awhile since Craig heard Tweek speak and honestly he could hear him for hours.

But in reality they did. They were very codependent with the other, not that it was toxic in a way but there were moments when he did feel suffocated by Tweek's panic attacks or him being too clingy. He no longer felt like he could asked for space cause that also made Tweek worry.

Craig knew well enough that Tweek knew that, it's not like he hasn't pointed it out before. So it doesn't faze him to see Tweek react that way, he's was always insecure about and tried working on it but he just made it worse by calling him at nights and asking him "was I being too much today?" So yeah, Clyde definitely hit a nerve right there.

And honestly he feels like he was about to hit a few more just to see his reaction.

"Eric isn't the type to stay too long in the same spot with the same person. You'd think someone as clingy like Eric would want to spend hours with you but he's always finding excuses to hang out with his friends or gets easily distracted with something else so I let this one slide because I felt bad."

"Sounds like he's avoiding spending time with you," Tweek spat dryly while poking at his tray.

Craig would smile widely because Tweek had spoken with him if it were that he has to remind himself that they were broken up and he was currently in a relationship with someone else.

"No. I just noticed that pattern with everyone he interacts with, it's like he's always trying to discover something new or get into some wacky adventure."

"You really must like him to notice that," Clyde added with interest, "first time we've heard you talk about a attribute of Cartman in that way."

Craig arched a brow confused, he actually thought he was playing pretty well the roll of boyfriend but maybe in speaking volumes he was never the best at. Even if this was fake.

In reality he just sucked in expressing himself.

"Yeah. This is all new to me y'know, it feels nice to have some freedom in a relationship for once."

"What's that supposed to mean?!" Tweek scowled as he looked up at Craig.

Yeah, he definitely hit the nail on this one.

"Nothing."

Thursday morning was like a breeze, the only odd thing about it was that Cartman wasn't too interesting in displaying much of their "couple" act. He claimed he was feeling something was gonna happen tomorrow and that it would finally end this facade once and for all, so he felt there was no need to continue proving people they were a couple when they already seemed convinced anyways. Also he noticed he kept giving glances at Kyle when he held his hand or place a small kiss on his cheek and he didn't kiss him on the lips goodbye either like the previous times. This time he only planted a kiss on his forehead with a hop and left the scene quickly.

Finally friday morning, and now unlike the other two days he was starting to feel the weight of the whole situation. He was dying to know what Tweek had to say or if he was still planning to talk with him after what happened on Wednesday. Still, he was nervous.

He sat in his desk and place his hand on each side of his head looking down while trying to reassure himself everthing would be fine.

He looked up and was surprised to be greeted by Kyle who was holding on to his backpack strap.

"Just making sure, but after you and Tweek talk things out today you and Cartman are gonna end this whole dating thing right?"

"Yes...?"

"Even If it's not what you expect it to be. Like getting back together, you'll leave Cartman out of this?"

"Why should that matter?"

"Because it does. It's clear it wouldn't matter if you continue 'dating' Cartman so why drag him with you. If things with Tweek doesn't work out in the end then you should just learn to move on and let Tweek do the same. Even if it hurts."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because-"

"Kyle!" Cartman sprinted inside the classroom and grabbed the redhead's arm, glaringly, then looks at Craig, "seems you're getting ready for the big day huh."

Kyle glared back at Cartman but rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Aren't you supposed to be heading to your class, fatass."

"I was until I saw you talking with Craig and I don't want you running your mouth for everyone to hear."

"I wasn't planning to say shit," Kyle then yanked his arm away from him, "and let go of me!"

Kyle walked towards his desk and sat down.

"Whatever he told you it's a lie," Cartman spat out.

"He didn't tell me anything?"

"Are you prepared for what you're gonna say to Tweek ?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well duh? What are you planning to tell him if he asks you to take him back?"

"Yes?"

"That's it?"

"Yeah? What's wrong with that?"

"Dude, you're so dry! You need to make sure you're prepared for any question asked, what if he doesn't even want to talk about your relationship? What if it's something else? What then huh?"

Craig didn't consider that as a possibility, being that there's nothing left about them besides their previous relationship. So what if Cartman is right? What if Tweek isn't gonna speak with him over their breakup? What then... what would he speak to him about?

And thats all i have! This is literally the creek/kyman au i mentioned u guys previously i wanted to post it before it gets forgotten in my drafts, i would love for your opinions on this concept 😭

#south park #eric cartman #craig tucker #tweak tweek #kyle broflovski #sp creek #kyman

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kategraves · 2 months ago

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Back with another HSTV blog.

I went too hard on Season 2, I fear, so here is part 1 of 2:

Episode 1

Tori’s fringe is not canon compliant, send that shit back to the early 2000s.

The opening song is soooo perfect and sad and foreshadowy like 🎶I don’t really care if it nearly kills me, I’d give you the world if you asked me to.🎶😭

Nick and Charlie texted all night and this morning and Nick never told him he came out to him mum? WTF are you even talking about?

God Narlie are insufferable.

The fact that it takes them over a year longer to have sex is incredible to me.

Don’t you dare do a Scottish accent Tao Xu GTFOH

Why is everyone in Truham obsessed with apple juice?

Haha Ben everyone you kiss likes Nick more than you.

Wait. Charlie is the one who got bullied and there a guy in his school called Maximillian? HAHAHAHAH.

Ben “Are you just going to ignore me for two weeks?” It’s literally No Talking, No Engaging Study Hall (Which my school didn’t have, is this a real thing?)

“If you’re trying to keep it quiet you should probably stop acting so gay for him.” Sorry Nick, I don’t like the guy, but Ben has a point.

Elle: “Tao is literally the worst person–” Yeah I’m gonna stop you there.

Elle, please stop making beinh a teenager look so easy. It’s unrealistic to be that beautiful, smart, talented, fashionable, self assured, confident, and know how to flirt.

Chocolate bar scene is so cringe. “I want to keep it a secre-IT’S OUR TWO MONTH ANNIVERSARY OF GAY DATING WHERE WE ARE GAY AND GO ON DATES!”

Stop making out in the locker room. I’ve read and written this fanfiction.

I’m sorry but the way Nick says, “We can, uh, kiss on the Eiffel Tower: was the SLUTTIEST SHIT I’VE EVER HEARD!

I know I joked last season that Nick was a lesbian, but the amount of Carhartt he wears, he might as well be.

Nick and Charlie are currently out to everyone in this scene and they are putting out less PDA than they do in fucking form.

We get it Isaac, you only like books. Okay.

Hilarious that Titanic is still a viable reference in 2023.

Damn Tao, I cannae believe you just rejected Elle. Fucking brutal. How dare you.

Isaac literally reading a book about being ace episode one. Just pointing it out for later when I absolutely rant the house down.

“How will I ever tell Imogen?” Nick asks, his arm around Charlie on the sofa.

What the fuck terrible thing are they watching and how has Imogen not needed the toilet for hours? Drink some water girl.

Wow thanks Nick, for showing me the very obvious bathroom.

The Imogen/Nick convo is so funny. Rhea is very comedic, I do like her.

Charlie stop walking around with a fucking blanket wrapped around your shoulders like you are going to rant about the end of the world in a park.

Charlie to his parents: You know my friend Nick? Lol, the guy you spend every waking minute with? Yeah, we know him.

Mr. Hypersexual Julio “you only want to go to Paris to shag your boyfriend” Spring. Calm down.

LMAO even Jane is like “stop fucking saying hanky panky!”

Tori’s face when Charlie says “Everything is going to be perfect” is all of us.

Episode 2

Ben’s parents are so hilarious. They make him look so tiny.

Sorry Charlie, your mum is right. You fucked up. But I do like that Julio gives her a look like “Seriously, he’s going to be home all the time?”

I’ve always felt like Imogen was a plot solution for the Ben/Becky storyline in Solitaire that needed to be in HS, and I think that’s why I dislike her so much. She is a device, not a person. It’s not her fault, but just…ugh.

Is everyone named Greene? Harvey Greene Grammar, Harry Greene, Ms. Greene? Get some new names Alice damn.

The pen scene is so cringe. I hate it so much. Like hey, everyone in year 11, look over here at us being in love. I would’ve dumped Charlie on the spot.

BAFTA nom for Farouk’s eyebrow.

Ew Ben stop referring to yourself as “liking girls and boys” you are 17.

Savage takedown there though, Benny Boy, not completely untrue.

Nick’s anger and anxiety issues have been sprinkled so subtly from the very beginning. 😙👌

Also “I’ve had the worst day HAHA” Time for therapy babes.

“But we could meet in the park?” Who said Heartstopper didn’t have realistic gay representation?

I will say, most of the time I find Nick and Charlie kissing to be quite cringe, but the park scene is cute and believable.

Naomi’s vocal fry is so fucking hilarious.

Damn, Tao’s mum is RICH rich.

Truham School for Boys: 1200 students, 6 teachers.

Nick Nelson you cannot call anyone an old man you were born wearing New Balance trainers.

LMAO Nellie growling at David.

Sorry but why is Jane kinda…in the scene where she’s telling Charlie he’s grounded?

Damn savage Tao: "Also, Mum, Elle’s not dead, like the love of your life. Goodnight!"

Episode 3

“What if we went to IKEA on our date like that film where they were really terrible for each other?” OK TAO.

Christian “Really Good Mates” McBride. Love u.

Mrs. Singh is stoked but has to remain professional.

James and Isaac bonding over the gay books 💕 (2nd Ace book sighting btw)

Charlie is me doing every undergrad assignment ever.

Nick “Will I ever come out? Maybe after Charlie runs into my arms in front of all the year 11s”

“Just a casual I love you.” Okay Tara. You and Tori should hang out. Deluuuusion.

Not rich boy Harry telling everyone to BYOB to Sai’s party. Like, that would be the main way you get people to like you if you are that much of a twat.

Love how James invited everyone to someone else’s party. Work.

OMG seeing Youssef and Nathan’s little exchange at the Paris meeting like “YOUSE ARE GONNAE GET MARRIED!!!”

Awww little Imogen has no fwends.

Tao: This date needs to be perfect! *choose most mid date of all time*

Tao looks like my college boyfriend at the cinema date. Like TWINS. lol

I recognize that Tao is very autistic coded, but damn bro, chill. You picked the film, no need to rant about how awful it is.

Charlie looks so cute at the party! Little baby.

Nick: “maybe I’ll come out to my friends after I have this public tickle fight with Charlie”

What in the Northern Ireland is going on here?

Will Gao is a good actor. I hope he has as much success as Joe and Kit after HS.

Whose tent is this? Did Tori pitch this tent?

Ooh, Tori’s got a bit of Jane in her. “You’re not very good at keeping your promises.” Watch out girl!

Why does Joe Locke low key look like my dad?

Love how Harry keeps looking at Nick’s mouth. You looooovvveee himmmmm.

Ah yes, sun stroke. The leading cause of illness in fucking England.

Stay low key? You mean *become* low key? Cuz ya’ll are steady HIGH KEY.

Episode 4

“Hello YOU TWO” OK Mr. Ajayi calm down.

Nick is almost as much of a Tao/Elle shipper as Tao’s mum.

You think 30-year-old Darcy lays in bed thinking about the time they asked their teacher why they couldn’t see any fish in the Eurotunnel?

I love Mr. Farouk. He is my kindred spirit. And he has a Scottish fringe.

Love the amount of logistical holes in HS. 40 students on an international trip and two chaperones. Sounds good.

I love how the B roll for Paris looks like it was shot out the window of a taxi by an intern on an iphone 7.

YOUSE ARE GONNAE GET MARRIEDDDDD!!!

I will not hyperfixate on Youssef and Nathan or plot a fic about their relationship I WILL NOT.

I guess this is when Imogen and Sahar are having their falling out? Aren’t they supposed to be old friends?

Barf barf barf Narlie. Fucking stop.

I appreciate Imogen’s commitment to the aesthetic. Based on everyone else’s clothing it’s scorching but she’s in a wool hat and a tweed jacket.

Farouk speaks French yet says cRRossant. LMAO.

Love how critical Tao is of Moonrise Kingdom when he literally dresses and acts like he’s in a Wes Anderson film 24/7.

Thank you Tara it is unbearable.

I don’t think they sell bubblegum ice cream in Paris you fucking savage.

Elle is the most beautiful person in the world. Like I can barely look at her what the fuck.

Imagine being in that restaurant NOT on that school trip. I would KMS.

Ben is psychotic.

James during Imogen’s breakup scene had me dyiiiinnnng.

We found Harry’s line. He’s a feminist.

Nick and Tao’s heart to heart brought to you by Vans

Love Charlie calling Nick out for posting about him on Instagram like a proud mum.

Maybe if Charlie ate some red meat he wouldn’t have bruised so easily.

#heartstopper #hstv

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terukotime · 2 months ago

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uHhhh okay tetro pink officially ends really soon. i was too busy to make my new predictions sooner and honestly, i don't really think i have any real predictions to make because how tf am i supposed to predict what happens next 😭😭 but i will be rambling about my thoughts regardless under the cut. spoilers, obvs ✨️

i don't have it within me to fully comment on Mai's death yet, it's really deeply impacted me and i'm gonna need a while to recover and get my thoughts together on it. so in the meantime, culprit theories, i guess??

honestly i've started to lean more towards thinking that Monomoko might really be responsible for Mai's death, like she and her made some sort of agreement that if Mai consented to being killed, Monomoko would. idk. let everyone escape alive? regardless of the final verdict? i have no idea. but i genuinely believe at this point the person sending Mai the notes was Monomoko. the whole "do you think Monomoko is your ally or your enemy" thing during mai's interview is already a big hint toward her trying to enlist mai's help/gain her trust, and the myriad of notes and traps would hardly be an issue for Monomoko to, at the very least, transport around the school undetected. Monomoko's been having her own arc of being caught between her orders given by Yonekura and Kan, and her steadily growing sympathy for the lives of the students. so i believe it's possible that she looked to Mai for help in ending the killing game, as she was the only one who had fought so hard to escape that she may be the only one willing to give up her life to save everyone else.

truth be told, i don't really know that much about Monomoko's personal story considering i haven't read staffside, so these are all just guesses i'm making based off mainline studentside information. so i could be wrong as hell and not know LMAO

if Monomoko is not responsible for the notes/Mai's death/had no involvement at all, and there's no possible involvement from any of the staff, the only student i can immediately suspect is Hasegawa. i don't really want to think it's him because, well, you know, "[character that i like] would never do that!!!" syndrome LMAO, and i just don't believe he would be led to think that killing someone really is the most rational and logical course of action to guarantee escape. he's a smart guy, so putting aside what i believe about his morality, i just don't think that's the kind of conclusion he'd come to, after everything he's been through.

but when it comes to the capability of doing it, Hasegawa feels the most likely. i know there's the fact that he was locked inside the medbay the whole night with Yanagi, but something that had occurred to me when rewatching one of the episodes before the BDA, Hiroaki and Hasegawa were in the dining hall discussing the smell of the corpses in the medbay getting stronger on the other side of the school, and when Hasegawa asks Hiroaki why they weren't able to seal the cold lockers, Hiroaki tells him that it's because they couldn't find anything to seal them with. and after being found by Wada and Tamba while in the medbay, he believes the door must have been sealed shut, so it would need a solution of some kind to dissolve it. so i think it's possible that after learning what he did from Hiroaki, Hasegawa searches for some kind of sealant to use on the door to trap them in the medbay, and eventually finds one. of course it'd be a strange idea to trap himself in the medbay with Yanagi, but it's possible that he didn't intend to get stuck with him and only intended to trap Yanagi in there by himself, as Yanagi is the most likely person to go in and out of the medbay as the group's pseudo-medic. and for why he'd trap Yanagi, maybe if Hasegawa was always intending to kill Mai, he wanted to ensure Yanagi would be indisposed for the investigation? since it's clearly obvious how much he cared about Mai and would do anything to bring her killer to justice (he beat up Hiroaki just for reading Sasaki's journal, it wouldn't be far-fetched to think that he would literally kill the culprit should he find out their identity lmao), and being sent to the medbay with Yanagi just happened to be a convenient excuse to get him where he wanted him.

of course, that also means Hasegawa gets trapped in the medbay too, so how would he be able to kill Mai? no clue, but it's not impossible she died via some kind of trap he'd set, though it feels unlikely considering she ends up dead in the pool with the door open before the morning announcement. but this is literally the only way i could imagine Hasegawa being the culprit, and i don't really think he is anyways, but i thought it would be worth putting out there just in case i'm somehow right lol.

the only other person who i think could do it would be Hiroaki, but that's also even LESS likely to me than Hasegawa, cause literally the only reason i'd have to suspect Hiroaki right now is the fact that he doesn't really have a solid alibi/something preventing him from doing it (i.e. Tamba having a broken leg, Yanagi and Hasegawa being locked in the medbay, and Ojima and Wada setting off the BDA). i don't know what would possess Hiroaki to kill someone in a bloody way, especially MAI of all people, so he's really not a high priority suspect to me, but he's literally the only other person i can think of.

well. that's all i got. i started writing this at 8pm yesterday and then fell asleep and am just finishing it now LMAOOO. good luck fellow tetroers, we are so fucked 🥲🫡

#tetro danganronpa pink #tetro danganronpa spoilers #tetro pink #tetro pink spoilers #they honestly might all die #and i'll be real that was a genuine thought i've had for a while now #even before chapter 5 #BUT I DON’T WANT IT TO HAPPEN PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE EVERYONE SURVIVE #tdrp spoilers #tdrp

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lettingthoughtsflow · 11 months ago

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season 1: episode 1 (crush, chop, & burn pt. 1)

alright y'all I'm bulletpointing as I watch so let's go!!

the whole "mrs. and mr. davenport" beginning scene is literally seared into my brain from childhood-i think it's funny how clearly i remember it

when we meet the team they're in these mission suit esque things and seeing as all they do is train, is that what they live in????

davenport saying "i don't want to brag, but i am incredibly smart" when introducing the kids is so wild when you consider the fact that he probably didn't have anything to do with making the kids

i love how offended they get when tasha calls them robots

tasha and leo have such a cute relationship i freaking love it

i know we hate donald, and rightfully so, but this episode really amps me up bc dude you are literally introducing them to your wife and you keep talking about them like plants you're growing

when donald is introducing the kids, tasha's the only one recognizing that they're children

"i wanna go upstairs" 😭

they literally never leave the room, it's not just because of filming and set design, they don't even have a place to run THERE'S A RAT WHEEL

@fairytalesociology said that davenport feeds the kids glorified dog food and they're so right

you can't just feed them food??? even preordered????

they eat, sleep, and bathe in their capsules no one can convince me the man was just looking to be cost effective in getting these inventions perfected (they were not children to him AT ALL)

bree is just a girl and i love her for it bc thinking about breaking into song/dance numbers is so real

If you pay attention to the background you can see chase playing with a random locker for a while and I think it’s so funny/cute

Honestly I with it opened and he was just using his bionic hearing to unlock the locker

i just noticed leo has brown paper wrapped around his textbooks and it reminds me of when my mom and i use to make book covers out of trader joes bags and decorate them 💗

baby chase was insterested in chess club and taking med school courses, he deserved more extracurriculars and hobbies in the show

the early heat vision graphics 😅

"i know a chiropractor in the phillipines" is so cute

davenport is awful but the freaking out performances are great

30 grand for a situation to go away is insane bc what really happened??? like yeah the mascot's head caught on fire but it wasn't like they destroyed the building. and even if it was a bribe to get rid of witnesses, you'd have to adress the entire school bc it was a pep rally

tasha being a mom to the kids is so cute like yeah, they're just kids

bree immediately getting excited about the party with tasha is freaking adorable, we deserved more Tasha fr

honestly i think she was more freaked out about the kids than their bionics

lecturing them about how they were designed for missions is so disheartening bc 1. you've probably told them all about how they're top sercret their whole lives and 2. they are superHUMANS

it honestly feels akin to when a parent tells a child they have to be perfect or pushes them into a career they never wanted

yes bc having no contact with the outside world will prevent their glitches and train them for missions (not to mention real life)

obviously it's the perfect solution

honestly if they socialized they would probably have better emotional regulation and control over their glitches. like you could have at least brought them to a company party (and told everyone to treat them as humans) so they have practice talking to people.

chase really was always in blue plaid from the start huh?

"they are not just science projects, they're teenagers" TELL HIM QUEEN

bro you're going to tell me that you can't reprogram your ROBOT FRIEND to like your WIFE

like he can still be snarky but he literally hates her

i really hope someone gets this, but there are a few scenes where Adam feels more like a regular person than just someone who's core personality is being kind of dumb and reckless, and the ending scene before everyone goes to bed is one of those few scenes

#lab rats #chase davenport #adam davenport #bree davenport #donald davenport #leo dooley #donald davenport hate #Tasha davenport #episode review #episode reviews #episode recaps #season 1 #1x1 #watch with me

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skepsiss · 2 years ago

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Modern problems, Modern solutions pt 5

Ooph, it took me a while to get this out. It's a bit of a "transitional chapter" that involves quite a few 3rd parties. I think it's important to see how Eddie feels about all of this and what he thinks has happened. I also think it's pretty realistic for there to be this sort of "divergence" of who is on whose side. Not that I think that's smart or practical, just that is how everything seems to go in High School. Everyone has to take a side, even when the people involved don't want anyone to take a side.

Time for Robin to get maud.

TW: The D-slur (for lesbian), general verbal tussling, lots of insults, lots of swearing.

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 Pt5 Pt6

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Eddie was miserable for the rest of the weekend and had been in a sour mood when he got to school on Monday. He was so short-tempered he had even snapped at Wayne even though he had quietly apologized for it later. Still, more than anything Eddie hated that he was going to have to see Steve at school the next day. They didn’t have classes together, and he had no reason to interact with him if he didn’t want to, but even the idea of seeing his face in the hallway made his expression twist. What an absolute total shit. Steve knew how to be pleasant, how to be nice, and vaguely allude to being your friend, but everything was surface level. He didn’t actually care how you felt–that was a given–but he just didn’t want to make enemies either. It was this snide, fake way of existing, and that bothered Eddie more than anything. Here he was trying to be genuine, and all he had gotten for it was insulted and mistaken for being someone else. Framed as if he was the asshole, or the weirdo in the situation–every situation. Steve had been trying to apologize as if the insult of an apology over something like that would make everything okay. Eddie felt like an idiot. Like a loser. For whatever stupid reason he had thought that Steve didn’t see him that way.

There was no one at that party that was even remotely in the same social circle as him and now that he thought about it that sort of felt like that was done on purpose. It had been a mistake to show up to the party at all. They were probably all laughing about it behind his back now.

Eddie slouched around the school for most of the day and kept his head down in fear of having to deal with the jock crowd. He had been short with more than a few people, but he couldn’t find it in himself to feel bad about that. He didn’t want to give anyone even the smallest chance of an in to make fun of him. He didn’t want to hear even the tiniest jab and he sure as hell wasn’t going to tolerate having to talk to Steve Harrington if it came to that. Eddie’s attitude changed a bit at lunch when he opened his locker and an envelope fell out. There wasn’t much to the letter really, just a simple note that read ’for the weed’ with 30 bucks inside. It had made Eddie frown, but at the very least he felt a bit relieved that he hadn’t been swindled. It didn’t cure his bad mood, but it made him feel a little less on edge for the remainder of the day. It was still no secret that some people seemed to be giving him side-eye as he walked down the hallway, even if no one was doing anything overtly hostile.

Nothing happened day one, and Eddie felt grateful for that, but he still felt like a tool for thinking for even a split second that Steve and him were compatible. He hadn’t really liked Steve, it was just a fantasy really, even if the fantasy had involved a lot of assumed mutual attraction. It was stupid and he could see it as that now; thinking about it just made him mad. Tuesday was worse; Tuesday was worse because even though most of the day had been benign Eddie hadn’t gotten away home free at the end of the day. It had caught up to him in the parking lot of the school as he had tried to shuffle away from Hawkins’ High. It had caught up to him in the shape of Robin Buckley. Eddie had made it to the far side of the parking lot–far enough away that no one in their car could run him down if they had a mind to do it–but to his surprise, he could see Robin hoofing it towards him. It was club day so seeing Robin out here made it especially odd but he barely had time to register that as he noted the stormy expression on Robin’s face. “Eddie,” he said sternly, not raising her voice any louder than normal. She wasn’t talking as if she was just trying to get his attention, no, there was an edge of anger there as if she was his mother or something. The tone made Eddie sneer slightly and he turned away from Robin to continue walking. “Eddie! I’m talking to you,” Robin said firmly, not quite putting her hands on him, but cutting in front of him to make him stop walking. “I don’t want to hear it, Buck–” Eddie tried, only to get caught off as he watched Robin cross her arms and step into his path once again. “No, you’re listening to me, you’re listening to everything I have to say,” Robin interrupted and Eddie did take pause because of her expression. She looked pissed as hell–face red, the bags under her eyes especially dark–and the rhythmic chanting of the old saying ‘hell knows no fury like a woman’s scorn,’ rang through his mind. “I thought I’d give you a chance to apologize on your own–be a decent person about it, but you didn’t do squat on Monday,” Robin continued, which made Eddie’s expression twist with frustration. “Apologize–” he tried to interrupt, not beyond starting an argument. “Listening for once in your goddamn life,” Robin cursed, keeping steady eye contact, “people make mistakes, Eddie, I get it and you’re a prickly person, whatever–” “Hey–” “What. Ever! Listen! I’m trying to give you some grace here, and you’re lucky that Steve would be pissed at me if I flayed you, so you’re going to settle for listening to what I have to say because sure as hell he isn’t going to say it,” Robin huffed, her teeth bearing a bit. Great. So, this was about Steve. Eddie wanted to hear what she had to say even less now and he sidestepped Robin again only to have her walk after him, not deterred in the least. “You know for years I’ve been thinking oh, Eddie isn’t actually a bad guy, he just projects that image to get people to leave him alone, but then you turn around and do this bullshit? How dare you, how fucking dare you pull something like that and then walk around school on Monday with a chip on your shoulder–” “How dare I?” Eddie asked, whipping around to jam a finger in Robin’s face. “How dare I? You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, Buckley.”

“I sure as hell do,” Robin retorted, seemingly not intimidated enough by Eddie to back down despite the glassy look in her eyes. She was standing her ground and it probably helped that she and Eddie were the same height. She was a tall girl and was potentially stronger than Eddie if he thought about it–not that he was ever going to hit Robin, but jeez her expression made him wonder if she was going to be the one to throw a punch. “Your tough guy appearance and devil-may-care attitude isn’t going to do shit for you, Eddie. Steve is too nice of a guy to say any of this to your face, so I’m going to do it instead. How dare you. How dare you look someone in the eye and laugh at them when they’re trying to tell you something. You think it’s funny? You think it’s funny that Steve has been nothing but nice to you and because he’s an underclassman–or whatever fucking reason–you think it's funny to totally spit in his face? Be a total dick because he made a mistake and thought you were a decent fucking person? I regret sticking my neck out for you. I regret defending you and encouraging Steve to talk to you–you’re such an asshole! I thought you were better than those posturing cliques that toy with people’s emotions for the drama of it all, but you’re not. You’re the exact same as them,” Robin yelled, her voice not loud enough to carry across the parking lot, but loud enough to sound livid and have passersby look in their direction.

Eddie didn’t understand what she was getting at, but it was making his face red with anger and embarrassment. He was being reamed out. Why the hell was he being reamed out? So, now he was being gossiped about behind his back and having Robin Buckley of all people curse him out? He was being framed as the asshole? “What the hell are you talking about?” Eddie snarled, feeling his chin bunch up with the effort of not crying. He hated that he cried over every goddamn thing, and his attempt to control his tears was the only thing stopping him from yelling back properly at Robin.

“An apology isn’t nearly enough, but at least it’s something,” Robin continued, ignoring Eddie’s protests, “don’t even think about showing your face at Pride Club cause we sure as hell are not going to support anyone being a goddamn bully.” “What the hell are you talking about!” Eddie yelled again, finally raising his voice loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. “You’ve got absolutely no idea what you’re talking about! I don’t want to go to your dumb fucking club ever again anyways. You’re all a bunch of hypocrites. Fucking ‘love and acceptance’ my ass–” “Good! Then don’t come!” Robin shouted back stubbornly. “Sounds great to me!” Eddie declared, throwing his hands up in the air. “Have a great time patting yourselves on the back for being the world’s most gullible dyke.” “You’re a fucking asshole,” Robin chewed, “bye, prick!” “Good riddance, fucknut!” Eddie shouted loudly as he backed up and away from Robin, posturing. He saluted high into the sky only to turn around and flip Robin off as he walked away. She didn’t prolong the interaction and Eddie stole a quick look over his shoulder to see her storming back towards the school. What a piece of work. He was pissed that Robin had been turned against him–not that they were friends or anything like that, but it felt especially sinister to hear from her what tale Steve was spinning about that night. So, he was the bad guy, huh? He was the asshole in this situation? Figures. Steve was a tool. A complete and utter cunt lying to people about what went down and painting himself as the victim in the situation. Why not though, huh? Why not throw your weight around and make everyone else pick your battles? It was easier that way anyway. Eddie was going to be obliterated from the inside out and Steve wasn’t even going to need to lift a finger.

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Eddie skipped Hellfire club later in the week, choosing to mope at home instead which got an angry slew of texts from the guys. He had ignored those too and had only emerged when Wayne knocked on his door declaring that Jeff had come to see him. The visit was under some guise that he needed help playing a part of a song he was trying to perfect. Eddie had seen through the rouse almost instantly but he hadn’t said anything. The conversation had naturally moved towards why he was so upset 20 minutes into Jeff’s visit, but Eddie had been grateful to do something with his hands in the interim. He had sneered and scowled, not wanting to talk about it and not wanting to be made fun of, but Jeff had seemed earnest in his attempts to pull the truth from him and eventually Eddie told him everything.

He didn’t go so far as to say he had liked Steve or anything like that, but he was the same as any guy and he thought Steve had maybe had a thing for him. That seemed far-fetched now, and he had just been holding out to maybe get lucky or something like that–he didn’t go into detail and it didn’t seem like Jeff wanted it anyway. The conversation was clipped and lacked real emotion until Eddie got to the bit about why he was pissed. He didn’t hold back either: telling Jeff how Steve had gotten drunk and then obviously started to flirt with him because he thought Eddie was someone else. How that had been a blow to his ego, but whatever; the real injury had happened when Steve had tried to make light of it all and Eddie had tried to offer a sympathetic ear, but that had blown up in his face. Steve had called him cruel for even asking and had acted like Eddie was pathetic for even trying to talk to him about it in the first place. How cruel it had been for Steve to be pretending this whole time to like him, even just as a friend. That had pissed him off, made him not like Steve, but the worst of it was the fact that he was spreading rumours about him now. He was already a social pariah, what was gossiping about how pathetic Eddie Munson was going to do to him for the rest of the school year? Jeff, in his defense, had tried to keep up as Eddie had explained everything lightning-fast with wayward details. By the end of it all Jeff seemed properly bothered by it as well and had commented on how stupid and lame it was that high school was so clique-y. Steve was an asshole. Steve should have realized that Eddie was just being nice. It was weirdly suspicious that he invited Eddie to his party when there was no one there that he knew.

Pretending this whole time to be interested in friendship for God knows what reason. And he had come onto him? Only to act like it was a joke in the end? What a tool. What an asshole. What a jock.

Complaining had made Eddie feel a bit better and Jeff getting mad on his behalf felt good. He was being defended properly and he liked that. It wouldn’t matter that much when they had to go back to school the next day, but it at least made Eddie feel like he wasn’t storming into battle without an army at his back. Maybe they were weak and lacked numbers, they were never going to win against the leagues of popular kids, but at the very least Eddie didn’t feel alone in this fight.

Days passed and the news had spread fast through Hellfire. Eddie wasn’t upset about that at all, in fact, it saved him from having to explain everything and he genuinely wasn’t sure he would have been able to talk to Dustin and Will about this. He wanted them on his side and if they remained neutral he’d be fine with that too, but the last thing he wanted was to hear them defending Steve.

Blissfully, nothing had been said to him and Eddie’s spine had stopped tingling once the week ended. He didn’t feel like everything was staring at him, even if Robin had glared at him every time they crossed paths in the hallway. That was the best things were going to get though and Eddie had no interest in entertaining the rumour-mill.

In fact, he had made it all the way to next Thursday without incident. Or at least ‘incident light’. He had seen Steve in the hallway once or twice, but they had pointedly ignored each other or simply walked down another hallway once they made eye contact.

Hellfire was on Thursdays and though Eddie’s mood was still low, it felt as if it could be helped along by seeing his friends and maybe throwing a few difficult encounters their way. “That isn’t true!” Someone yelled, and Eddie perked up as he walked down the hallway.

The school was mostly empty since the last bell, 20 minutes ago at least, and it was odd to hear someone yell this far away from the main classrooms. They hosted Hellfire in the classroom beside the theatre and for ‘special events’ they even got to use the theatre itself. Regardless of all of that, no one really came this way in the school unless there was a performance on or they were here for Hellfire.

“That’s not what I was told!” The yelling continued and Eddie frowned as he slouched forward. Were the guys having a fight over something? Great. He didn’t want to have to deal with that. He didn’t want to entertain someone else’s emotions when he had simply been looking forward to an easy hang and some D&D.

Eddie rounded the corner towards the theatre and his expression soured as he saw Robin and 2 other girls talking to Dustin, Will, and Jeff. Talking was a generous word even, they were straight up yelling at each other.

Eddie stopped where he was in the hallway, not eager to enter the fray, but unfortunately, he was spotted before he could turn tail. “Eddie!” Dustin exclaimed, jabbing his arm toward Robin and getting everyone else to look at him. “Tell them what you told Jeff!” Eddie bunched his shoulders up and frowned deeply, feeling his skin crawl when Robin turned to look at him. He did not want to deal with this. “It doesn’t matter! I don’t care about that–it’s real low though to tell Will he can’t come to Pride Club,” Robin exclaimed, glaring daggers down the hallway at Eddie. “What?” Eddie asked sharply, bunching his shoulders up more. “I never–” “He didn’t bane me,” Will interjected, his voice sounding shrill with anxiety as he spoke. “It’s my choice.” “Your choice because it was heavily implied, or your choice because that’s actually what you want?” One of the other girls with Robin asked, crossing her arms. “Whatever, let them do what they want,” Hannah scoffed, which made Robin shake her head.

“No, that’s so shitty. I’m not going to make you do anything, Will, but know that you’re still welcome, you don’t have to quit just because–”

“Oh, so Will is welcome but Eddie isn’t?” Jeff interrupted. Robin shot him a harsh look and he seemed to back down a bit. “This is why it matters!” Dustin yelled again, “I think you have it all wrong–Steve won’t even talk to me about it!”

“That’s his choice,” Robin replied, pursing her lips, “I’m not here to share his business with everyone.” Eddie clenched and unclenched his hands as he stood in the hallway, feeling frozen to the spot as everyone slung angry words back and forth at one another. It was hard to keep up with and it was making his anxiety spike as he listened to Dustin and Jeff trying to defend him, while Robin and the other girls tore him apart.

High school was so fucking stupid. This was all so fucking stupid.

Yeah, fuck this.

Eddie turned and started walking in the opposite direction. He could walk to the parking lot without passing anyone in front of the theatre; the last thing he wanted to do was walk past any of them. He’d just go home. He’d just crawl back into bed and wait for the blissful ignorance of sleep. “Eddie!” Dustin was yelling at him but he wasn’t turning around and he sure a hell wasn’t going to Hellfire today if he was going to have to sit there with this atmosphere hanging over him.

He made it as far as the doors before Dustin caught up with him, huffing hard as Eddie pushed his way out into the parking lot. “Eddie–wait up,” Dustin puffed, grabbing his arm as the door swung shut behind them. Eddie jerked away, his anger flaring as he wrestled with the fact that he wasn’t going to ever get a moment of peace ever again. Not as long as he was in school and he had 8 more months of this bullshit to deal with. “Fuckin’ don’t, okay?” Eddie sputtered, not actually mad at Dustin but not having anywhere else to direct his anger. “I’m done okay, I’m done with this bullshit. I’m done. She wants to harass all the guys outside of Hellfire every day, be my guest. I’m going home, I’m not dealing with this bullshit.” “She’s leaving, you can come back,” Dustin explained, which only made Eddie huff a laugh. His limbs felt like rubber as he swayed, not wanting to leave but not wanting to stay either. It was all such bullshit.

“I’m going home, Henderson,” Eddie lamented, rubbing his hand over his face as he lingered. He didn’t want to walk all the way home but he’d have to hang out here longer if he called Wayne for a ride. “What happened?” Dustin asked, which made Eddie groan as he forced one foot in front of the other and started walking. Dustin didn’t let up and started following him across the parking lot towards the forest behind the school.

“You know–Jeff told you I’m sure,” Eddie grumped, stuffing his hands in his pockets and rolling his shoulders. “Yeah, but–” Dustin tried, not stopping Eddie but keeping pace with him, “--that doesn’t sound like Steve.” Eddie laughed incredulously, rounding on Dustin and sneering at him.

“What? You think I’m lying?” He asked, trying to keep his eyes from prickling with emotion.

“No!” Dustin declared, almost too vehemently, “It’s just–maybe you both have it wrong. I don’t know! Steve can be a real idiot sometimes, but–but, when he messes up he owns up to it! He doesn’t–he isn’t vindictive like this.” “Yeah well, tomato-tamato, 'cause I’m living proof that isn’t true,” Eddie huffed, frowning deeply. He didn’t like hearing Dustin defending Steve, but at least he wasn’t making Eddie the one at fault for it all. “No, it’s just–Robin won’t talk to me about it, and Jeff says you told him that Steve was like… tricking you, man? Setting you up for some kind of joke and making fun of you or something like that?”

“Something like that,” Eddie confirmed nonchalantly, not wanting to talk about this, “seemed like it at least. Pretty much called me a villain for telling him he could talk to me honestly cause he was like… upset about something. Said I was cruel.”

Eddie stared down his nose at Dustin, not wanting to budge on this. Dustin didn’t seem convinced, but he was frowning as well as he listened to what Eddie had to say. Dustin was a smart kid, and Eddie could see the gears in his head turning.

“It just doesn’t make sense…” Dustin lamented quietly. They stood like that for another minute before Eddie turned and continued walking. “Are you…” Dustin started, not following Eddie this time.

“Yeah, go on without me. I’m going to go fall off a bridge to my demise, Belrog style,” Eddie grouched, throwing his hand up into the air in some kind of wayward goodbye. He could practically hear Dustin frowning, but he didn’t turn around and Dustin didn’t follow him. That was both a relief and a disappointment, but Eddie didn’t let himself dwell on that as he marched home on the edge of another breakdown.

Pt6

#Eddie is going to have some apologizing to do to Robin later #I want everyone to imagine Steve saying “He said that?” in the most broken-hearted voice in the world #modern problems modern solutions #eddie munson #my_writing #steve harrington #steddie #steddie au #steddie fic

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sacredflame101 · 2 months ago

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Support from Bubba

Abby, a ten year old girl, isn't doing too well in the schoolhouse. In fact, not even in games like musical memory either. Results were the same. She wondered what's even wrong with her? Is she not having any good luck, or is it how difficult learning can be? The one she struggles the most are math. One of the few things she's good at is reading. She liked to read books a lot, one of them is a book about Bubba Bubbaphant.

She always admired that story because it featured him, being the main star in this story. It has good morals to learn from, and some stuff to learn. Like the numbers. So far it was working but it's the math class that's making it worse. Abby hesitated to even get the spotlight during class with Miss Delight. She was always shy in front of the Orphans and the other smiling critters.

One math class later, the bell rang. However, Miss Delight told Abby to stay for a moment once everyone is gone. Miss Delight gave her a math test result, and to no surprise. It looked bad. "Abby, I'm very concerned. Almost every test, it's a bad grade. You were doing fine during normal lessons, but it doesn't make any sense on why your grades are lacking. Is something the matter? You know you're falling behind right?" Miss Delight states that explanation to her.

"I know..." Abby says while looking down in shame. That response could tell some things off, and Miss Delight knows it too. "Sweetie? Are you ok?" Miss Delight asked with concern. "I dunno. I paid attention, but I can't figure myself out either. Or maybe, I just don't want to. Because is it bad to get bad rep when you're smart?" Abby said. "Abby? What do you mean by that?" Miss Delight wanted to ask her further about what she was trying to say, then she spotted something on her locker. She saw a sticker of Bubba Bubbaphant.

Miss Delight found a solution for her, she thought maybe if she wouldn't tell her why. Perhaps He can figure out what's wrong. "Actually, we'll talk more later, Abby. You should go get lunch, while I assign a tutor to help you out. Once it's done, you should be getting mail later at the consoler's office. Sounds good?" Miss Delight said. Abby nods her head. "Yes ma'am, that would be nice." Abby attempts to put on a happy face.

"That would be all, go eat. Wouldn't want to miss lunch time and starve." Miss Delight jokes. Abby chuckles. "Oh definitely." She closes the door behind her, leaving Miss Delight to pick up the telephone. Making a call.

Lunch was over. It was time for kids to play, but not Abby. She would rather go to her room and read. Before she could go to the sweet home, someone called her. "Hey Abby." She turned to see it was Craftycorn. "Hey Crafty, what is it?" Abby asked. "You got a letter addressed to you at the mailbox. Miss Delight did tell you beforehand, right?" Craftycorn wandered. Abby remembered Miss Delight did say she was going to find her a tutor.

The letter must have the answer to whom it may be. "She did tell me before I left for lunch. Guess I better go get it. Thanks for telling me Craftycorn." Abby waved before heading to the Counselors office. "Your welcome Abby." Craftycorn waved back to her.

Abby hurried to the building of the counselors office, she walked up the steps and checked the silly looking mailbox. She inspected the inside of the mailbox and found a blue mail that had her name on it. With a lightbulb sticker attached to it. Abby noticed that detail of that sticker, she knew where she saw it. But she decided to open the letter before she could figure it out. She unfolds the letter to see if it says anything.

It doesn't, but all it says was for her to meet him at the classroom after school. And that was it. A letter without the name? Weird, I wonder if this is supposed to be some sort of surprise? She thinks. Little does Abby know, she was in for a big surprise when she was about to find out who her tutor was. With that done, she keeps the letter and puts it in her jacket pocket and heads right to the home sweet home, to read herself a book.

The next day at the school came, and lucky for her she didn't have to do more of the math class again as she was assigned to Art. Where CraftyCorn is, and it happens to be Crafty's favorite activity obviously. She's all about Art after all. Art class for her went well. While not perfect, but this wasn't the first time Abby did some drawing before.

There was one time she drew her favorite critter, Bubba. It did take a bit of practice, and she got the drawing like how she wanted. It didn't matter to Abby if it was perfect. If she's satisfied with her drawing, that's all that matters. Even Crafty understands this. When the bell rang, it was lunchtime.

After lunch, it was back to the classes. But this time she went to science. It was about anatomy, this one was child's play for her. She paid attention to the lessons and she was put to the test. Abby got a perfect score on this, she has read and studied the human body after all. That was because she had this goal. She wants to be a nurse when she grows up. To help others heal should someone endure an injury.

Another school day came and gone, all the kids left. It was time to meet this mysterious someone that sent the letter to her. She remembered the classroom is the place to meet whoever sent her the letter. After a little stroll in the hallways, she eventually found the classroom. Easy to remember since she's been there a lot.

She got there, but no one was here. Abby looked around, there was no one in sight. So she thought. "Oh you're here Abby, looks like I arrived just in time." Abby turned around, and her eyes wide in disbelief. Are her eyes playing tricks? Nope, he's actually there. Abby sees that voice belonged to one of her favorite Smiling Critters, Bubba Bubbaphant.

All Abby could do was. "Bu-Bu-Bub-Bubba Bubbaphnat." She stuttered before saying his name, unable to contain her excitement. "That's my name. Miss Delight told me your grade score is falling behind. Did I get it all right?" Bubba asked her.

Abby looked away before giving him a reply. "Yeah..." She said shyly. "Abby, no one's perfect. It happens. As we learn and grow, we all face a challenge eventually. There's nothing to be ashamed of for your failed grades. There's always plenty of chances to try, and try again." Bubba explains.

"I had, but yet I still failed. How can I pass even when I pay attention?" Abby wondered if he had an answer. "There was one thing Miss Delight had told me. She noticed something different, and she told me. Abby, is there something you're not telling me?" Bubba asked her.

Abby stayed silent, she started to sniff, starting to be sad. "I was being picked on by that kid who won't stop teasing me." She said sadly.

"Now I see why you weren't doing well, you couldn't stop thinking about those awful kids. Miss Delight was right all along." Bubba said. "She actually knew? But why hasn't she confronted me about this?" Abby wondered.

"She was concerned about you, she wanted to bring this up. Knowing why you haven't been passing math. Not to mention, she also knew you would obviously tell her no if she were to ask what's wrong. But that was until she saw a sticker. Of me. She wanted to find the right person to help you, so she called me. Told me every detail, it didn't take long for her to figure out the problem. Miss Delight didn't want to hurt your feelings so she wanted me to write a letter to you to meet me here. She knew you would be ecstatic to meet me. Because I was your favorite among the crew, am I wrong?" Bubba said.

Abby put on a smile. "Nope, guilty as charged. I would say why, but I know you're smarter to know that." She tries to test his brain to see why he was her favorite. "Testing me I see. Okay, I'll play along. For starters, you do have that sticker of myself. The one Miss Delight saw on your locker. And I heard you love reading. You loved reading a story about smiling critters, and I can guess who it was." Bubba put his hoof to his chest. "It's me." He proudly said.

Abby giggles, knowing he wasn't far off. "You win Bubba. You were my favorite cause you were smart, and I liked your voice. Though you do get silly sometimes, even in cartoons. I sometimes see you at school. But not by much. I wanted to say hello, but I couldn't." Abby said sadly. "Were you shy?" Bubba guesses. "Uh huh. I guess it's my fault for being shy and always smart in math, or other classes." Abby said, doubting herself.

"Abby, none of this is ever your fault. Everyone is special in their own way. Being smart is a good thing. When we learn letters and numbers. It shows how smart our intelligence is. They're just jealous because they were never interested in learning." Bubba said. "Jealous? What makes you think that?" Abby wondered about what Bubba thought.

"I know what kind of kids can be. Some can be easy to listen to, others would refuse to listen. Have you witnessed any of that?" Bubba asked. "Well, this kid who picked on me. He was rowdy, not wanting to listen to Miss Delight, or anyone. When she got mad, I knew he was in for trouble. Miss Delight can be scary when she's mad. That's the first I've seen." Abby states.

"Is he the very kid that picked on you?" Bubba assumes. "Your guess is as good as mine." Abby said. "How long has he been picking on you?" Bubba adds another question to get another info.

"After getting that sticker from you, just for getting a perfect score then anyone in the class. That's when he started to target me. And it all happened at lunch. And he kept teasing me ever since. I couldn't take it. When DogDay saw what was going on, he made sure I was alright." Abby said. "Good ol DogDay, he's always here to make sure everyone is ok and happy." Bubba said.

I tried ignoring him, Like DogDay suggested, hoping he would stop." Abby said, having the urge to cry. "Did it work?" Bubba asked. "A little, when I started to fail. He rarely does. But sometimes, he gets other kids to embarrass me in front of them. Calling me names." Abby said.

"Why didn't you report this to Miss Delight or anyone at the consular?" Bubba wondered why she hadn't reported bullying. "If I did, I'm afraid he would be after me and continue this." Abby answered. Bubba came over to Abby. Opens his hoofs wide. "Come here."

Abby immediately accepted his open hug. She wrapped her arms around and hugged him. So did Bubba. Abby didn't hold back, she let the tears flow.

"It's ok Abby, it's ok. Just let it out." Bubba said. The hug went on for minutes as Abby sobbed. "Don't let anyone get you down. You're gifted and smart, don't let others hold you down. They wanted to strike where it hurt. You mustn't show any sign of weakness. Kickin 'sometimes makes fun of me because of my brain, but he's got a good heart. Some people may be jealous of my intelligence, well that's fine by me. That's their bed to lie on if they don't study. Would you worry if they fail?" Bubba asked.

Abby thought for a moment, then she understood what he said was true. Why have a problem with those that don't wanna be smart? "You know, I never thought of that. I guess he's just jealous because I was smart and got a smiling critter sticker. A pretty petty reason if you ask me." Abby said with confidence. "Now you're talking. You just be yourself and don't worry about what other people think." Bubba said.

"You're right. But do you think I could help those that struggle with math or any subjects?" Abby wondered. "Absolutely, there's nothing wrong with helping those that need help. Everyone needs to be bright and brilliant as they grow." Bubba said. Abby looked at the clock and gasped at the time.

"Holy moly, I better get going and study." Abby said worriedly. "Don't worry, I'll help you out." Bubba volunteers. "You will?" Abby asked. "That's why I'm here after all Abby." Bubba said. "I would really appreciate it." Abby replied with gratitude. "Then let's get started." Bubba took a seat at the empty table. "But just one question." Abby asked and picked a chair and sat. "What about that troublemaker that has been picking on me?" She wondered.

"I'll report this to Miss Delight, and we can leave it to her. Shall we get started Abby?" Bubba waited for her answer. "Hold on." Abby opened her small case, and put on the eyeglasses. "Now I'm ready." Abby smiles. Bubba returned his smile as well. He got out his math book and the two began studying.

Another day of school came and went. The bell rang for everyone to leave. Abby got out last and held her test to look at. It was a ninety percent score, an A to be precise. She took a deep breath, and let out a sigh of relief. Feeling a different person. Feeling accomplished. She went to her locker to drop off her stacks of school books and put them in her locker.

Abby keeps walking till she sees Miss Delight along with that same boy who's been picking on her. And he's writing on the chalkboard, I think it's no brainer to know why he's being punished for this.

"Keep writing young man, when you get the whole board you can go out and play. You know we don't tolerate bullying in school or in Playcare. You should be glad I gave you something merciful." Miss Delight lectures. "Whatever, I'll just write and be on my way." Said the disgruntled kid. "Oh and, if you think about getting the bright idea to go tease around that girl, and other students. I would cease all of that nonsense and move on. Be a good boy." Miss Delight tells him, giving him a warning to listen.

"And If I don't?" He asked with an attitude. "Ahem." Someone cleared their throat.

He turned around to see that Familiar purple furred cat, waving at him. The kid's eyes started to widen. "So CatNap, he tells us what if he doesn't stop. Is there anything you want to say to this young man?" Miss Delight asked CatNap.

CatNap walked towards this kid and looked at him from eye to eye. Staring straight at him. "Let me make this crystal clear, if you don't stop being a bad kid in the valley." Catnap's eyes changed to his scary kind. "I'll see you in your nightmares."

The kid right away goes back to writing on the chalkboard. "Ok, alright. Point made. I'll stop being a menace in the playcare." He says. "We'll see if you live up to that promise. The critters will make sure of that. Especially CatNap. Ain't that right?" Miss Delight tells him. CatNap nods in response.

With that Abby walks on her way to exit the schoolhouse. Seeing enough of that scene. Believe it or not, she started to feel bad for him. She asked herself if there's any redemption for him? Any reason why the way he is? Well, she thought about giving him a chance by talking to this kid. Maybe he has his side of the story? We'll see.

Upon exiting, she thought about going to read at the home sweet home. Instead, she decided to go pay Bubba a visit.

#poppy playtime #smiling critters #bubba bubbaphant #miss delight #poppy playtime au #oneshot #short story

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secretcalculatorsafecalc · 3 months ago

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