#I talked to the terrifying mean popular girl I sit next to

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lmao (wow so many life update posts today) also this is the first chemistry lesson I’ve actually taken notes in this (school) year and i took rlly good notes and it’s bc my friend was missing the lesson so he was gonna copy my notes and that feels James Potter coded of me haha

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Bullykim minji x F!reader

A/n: ...hyein is kinda mean here..New jeans and aespa are the popular groups at school, Danielle and haerin are caught kissing but ignore that...mean girls vibes??? Minji is not SO bully, i think she is just popular

Warnings: kiss, swear words, light sexual mentions...nothing exaggerated

God, you had no idea what you were doing here, you would kill Yujin for this, she is annoying, she knows that you are just a student who studies more than should, is tormented daily by the popular people and even made you come to this stupid party, and even had the audacity to leave you alone to go kiss wonyoung.

You may be feeling cold sweat when you saw people kissing, and almost eating each other if that's not a euphemism, it was terrifying and to make matters worse you didn't have wifi... it was pathetic to take your useless phone and scroll through the gallery while scrolling through old photos that you should delete

until you see everyone at the party looking to the left, some looked terrified while others had a sparkle in their eyes, and others pretended not to see whoever the person was there anyway.

and when you look, it was who you thought, one of the two most popular groups at school, they were terrifying, they went out to parties and the youngest of the group was a terror...she threw water at people while they were going to the bathroom and that made you and your poor group of nerdy girls have their bladders full and scared, and it wasn't just out of fear, she stole your lunch every day, and made a rumor that you had sex with one of your friends, how the rumor disappeared you didn't know, but that was none of your business

you might feel tense when you see Kang haerin, the school princess, who made fun of the newbies and you didn't go to waste, she said you smelled on your first day there, by her side Marsh Danielle, the whole school thought they were dating but if rumors spread, you felt sorry for what would happen, She was kind and almost never made fun of people, but she wasn't innocent.

They looked around while her hands were clasped tightly, behind her arrived Kim minji on Hyein's side, god..you could feel the atmosphere getting heavy, .when hyein came parading everyone who was minimally without fame averted their eyes, going back to talking while the crowd of girls who thought they were popular surrounded her

You broke out of your trance when you saw Minji looking deep into your eyes, she was the one you avoided the most, she always tried to make friends with you, when she was stealing the materials you were a new girl and she saw you there, you mentally cursed when a probing smile appeared and she said "oh..do you want to help me here?" slowly with a tone that she is obviously mocking you, after that she acted like your friend, when she was with Giselle in the hallway she whistled at you and you could hear provocative laughter that made you feel like burying your head in a hole and never leave again, In the refectory she decided to sit next to you and made all the popular girls sit with you, you looked like a rabbit in the middle of all the wolves, even those younger than you scared you

They talked about scaring newbies and told you who they were going to disturb or make rumors about, and you just stayed quiet as you glanced sideways from the cold food to the group they were talking to normally as if you were part of it, it was terrifying.

You feel yourself blush when you see Minji looking at you and quickly look away from your phone as the familiar feeling of discomfort crosses your chest, you sigh as you mentally curse yourself.

As if celestial gods are listening, Hanni pulls Minji into a crowd of popular girls, namely Chaewon, Jennifer, Yeojin and Yuna, leaving you alone on the couch

After uncomfortable minutes, your eyes went from kissing couples, to fighting couples, now your eyes looked tired, the flashing lights of the party hurt your head and you felt your body melting into the sofa, you look at a small table with only alcoholic drinks. , and you even thought about getting it if Yuna and Minnie hadn't kept guard over the best drinks, you didn't know whether to face your fear and take the damn drink or just stay there until your friend willingly STOP devouring poor, poor wonyoung shamelessly , you really weren't in the mood to see this, it wasn't appropriate for your sober eyes

the more time passed the more you felt bad, mentally deciding after humiliating yourself so much and thinking of the best responses to humiliate yujin you finally decide to get up, uncomfortably you get up from the sofa and walk awkwardly towards the seas of dancing bodies to get your drink, as you tried to pass by the sweaty bodies, stinking hair, people laughing and more drunk than anything about to vomit you finally reached your destination, a table with good drinks, a pile of red glasses were thrown across it, you see yuna and minnie laughing and clearly making fun of someone and you stay as far away as you can from them, you take one of the glasses and put the drink in it which doesn't look so good, but that's what you had, when you were going to drink the liquid in the glass you feel a tall person bumps your glass, causing all the purple drink to fall onto your skirt and shirt

".im so Sorry..." a mockingly matter-of-fact voice reaches your ears and you can feel yourself blushing as you look up, looking at hyein. " You should watch where you're going" a voice is heard behind you, recognized as Hanni voice

you could feel yourself blushing, the feeling of discomfort filling your chest and you stumble over your words.

you look at your stained blouse and finally say something after a few embarrassing seconds "it wasn't my intent-" " obviously it wasn't" hyein interrupts "You can just clean the shirt...it's not a designer brand" hanni says behind and pulls hyein away from you, while you wonder how you're going to pass in the sea of dirty people, that would ruin 0.001% of your popularity

you had to choose between staying here like an idiot or going to the bathroom and calling yujin until her cell phone died, the second option seemed better but you knew you didn't have the courage, grabbing another glass of drink and praying to a thousand angels that you wouldn't get dirty again you drank the drink faster than you thought

the alcohol getting into your head and for a second you see everything blurred, feeling strangely better, when the drink ends you mentally curse, but you don't have the strength to get up, Seeing all the people around you seems like a blur to you, you don't know if it's because your eyes are hurting from the flashing lights, if the alcohol is coming in and flooding your mind or if you're simply tired, but then your eyes focus on one person. whose hair has the same cut as yujin, it could only be her you think

putting your phone in your pocket and getting up, almost falling again, looking around to make sure no one saw you, follow the path towards the person, the closer you get the further away the person gets, and like magic the person is not there. the only paths being the party entrance and the bathroom, you can only guess that she went to the bathroom, if it really is yujin, look for wonyoung

You stagger, cursing yourself for borrowing Miyeon's heels, arriving at the bathroom entrance you see Danielle and Haerin kissing? danielle had a glass of a strange drink in her hand, with her arm stretched over haerin's shoulder, they seemed too in love to see you there, and you were grateful because if they had seen you it wouldn't have been good, the people there seemed the same. the most drunk at the party, they were eating, some taking off their shoes and others with their faces full of lipstick, diverting your attention from the people you go back to looking for yujin

as everything was so good you bump into someone who had MORE drinks in their hand, and the person instinctively puts their hand on your waist, you're so drunk you don't realize it "Are you okay?" the person comes close to your ear whispering because of the loud music

then you realize it's Kim minji, damn it. She looked more attractive than when you saw her from afar, her outfit seemed to suit her and her lips looked pretty. and for minutes you forgot that she asked you a question, your forehead wrinkles slightly and your grip gets tighter "Hey, are you listening to me? you're all dirty..let's clean up" she murmurs and you come out of your trance, A shade of pink splashes across your cheeks and you wave softly, waiting for her to let you go, but she doesn't, walking through the party towards a place that no one can enter, the people around her looking at you and not even hiding their murmurs.

when you enter the room first she closes the door quickly "hm the owner of the party is my friend... I mean he's ugly, but he has good parties so I talk to him" she blurts out as she goes to a place in a closet "there's an outfit from one of my friends, you must know her" she murmurs and takes out what looks like a very expensive outfit and gives it to you "this looks horrible but it's the only thing there" she says without looking at you Still, you can't even think and feel ashamed for having to say that you can't put it and she finally looks at you, raising an eyebrow "I understand" she murmurs, coming closer to you and untying your heels, her eyes narrowing "can you really walk with this?" she murmurs and you just babble things "Jesus, how many glasses did you drink? Did you come to this party alone? You look like a child" she lets out a sigh and takes the top part of the set, taking off your current wet clothes, leaving you in just your bra , you blush and look away anywhere but at the girl in front of you, she puts the shirt on you and nods to herself "that looks much better" She lifts you up and grabs your waist tighter "I think I'd better take you to my dorm today" she says keeping Miyeon's heels somewhere, you know you should tell her to take care of it, Miyeon would kill you but you can't say anything

"i don't know.." you say slurred and she doesn't even bother answering "you prefer to be alone at this party? you don't seem to have a brain right now" she says directly as her eyebrows arch gently pulling you by the arm towards the party, a spike of energy welling up in your veins and you grab her hand "dance with me please?" you say in her ear and she tenses up “here?” she says, clearly not wanting people to use you for seeing you with her, especially dancing, she always refused to dance with people "they're drunk.." you say slurred and pull her onto the dance floor giving a smile, you don't even You need to ask for space, people just leave so Minji can have space

You looks at her while you dance, giving a smile and taking her hand, unconsciously Minji puts her hands on your waist and you, drunk without thinking, wrap your arms around her neck and start moving, while you join the crowd, after a time minji leans her head towards your right ear and murmurs "You know you're lucky" she says and you can feel her smile even without looking, her fingers twitch on your waist "ah?.. why?" "I would have left you at the party, but you know, why not?" she says

" I guess that's why you're popular" you blurt out, Minji smiles and bites her lower lip, trying not to smile "oh..yeah?" she says her face getting closer "yeah what?" you murmur "yeah it's true" She leans her face close, her breath touching your face, you swear you could feel her lips "what are you doing?" you say shakily and feel her fingers tighten more "nothing" she says in a sigh " I'm just looking at you" Minji mutters, squinting softly at the flashing lights, and as if the world was blurry your mind went blank, Minji's lips being the only ones on your mind, you were probably drugged, just one glass and you did things on impulse

so as a glimpse you capture minji's lips on yours, without letting the girl know if anyone would see, the worst that would happen is that she would push you and everyone at the party would take a photo, but then minji pulls your waist and takes your body for more close, closing your eyes and opening your lips inviting you to enter

You would never do this soberly, especially with someone as popular as Minji, but after the kiss flowed those thoughts flew out of your head.

the more you kissed her, the more the kiss became aggressive, and minji pulled you to a place in the bathroom "let's get out of here" she murmurs between your lips, not even caring about the lack of breath

pulling you against a wall in the hallway of the not very busy bathroom, she holds you against him again, kissing you, the kisses going down to your neck while she caressed your arm

until you heard the voice of someone familiar "She's got to be joking! where did she go" and you could clearly hear that it was New Jeans, probably looking for Minji, but it seems like you were the only one who noticed, even though you were drunk

"Minji..hey” you mumble trying to push her away but she just mumbles in agreement, so you push her away and she looks at you, looking disoriented "what happened?" Minji says breathlessly as her cheeks make a perfect match with her lips, covered with your red lipstick. before you can respond Hanni arrives in front of you and Minji while in the background Hyein and Danielle are arguing about some topic and Haerin is focused on the ceiling

" What's going on?" Hanni asks hesitantly and raises an eyebrow.

"nothing" you and minji say at the same time, your lips and minji's matching, and the position of you two doesn't match that excuse, hanni frowns and crosses her arms "okay" she says slowly then hyein comes forward "Unnie! let's go" hyein says approaching with a pout "danielle is drunk!" she stops in front of minji and then with a click she notices you there "what is she doing here..." she asks a question, which doesn't seem like a question so much "is that my shirt?" she exclaims and her eyebrows visibly furrow "hanni tell minji to leave?" she crosses her arms and hanni looks at minji, not even needing to speak minji moves away and bites her lower lip "see you tomorrow" she moves away slightly

hyein continues complaining to danielle about nonsense and haerin continues looking into space, now staring at her own glass of drink as the girls left and she stood there, then she jumps slightly

" Pretend nothing happened here, I'll give you your shirt back later" Minji continues talking

"MINJI" The girls say in unison with bored expressions "bye" Minji says embarrassed and runs towards the group infiltrating the middle

"hey! But Miyeon's high heels.."

Fuck.. she will kill me

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The Practice

AJ Campos x fem! reader

Warnings: some coarse language, fluff, anxiety mentions

In which a shy reader gets invited by AJ to her house. Reader decides to make a move but is afraid of messing things up

Requested? Yes / No

“

Yourself? You were telling yourself how much you love you?

”

— Piper Halliwell, Charmed. Season 3 E1

(Pictures used above are found on Pinterest)

AJ Campos. Sister of the school’s most popular girl in school. But, also your friend. Or so you thought. For the past few weeks, things have been a little tense between the two of you. The girl’s been flirting with you and you never knew what to do with yourself, always coming off sounding like a lunatic. So, you decided to keep quiet, push her away. Hoping for it just stop. You liked her- you knew that deep down, but you couldn’t admit it to her. You just couldn’t do it. You were scared, scared that you’d read her completely wrong and her flirting with you was just for fun and not meant in a way that was hopefully romantic. So after a full fourteen days of avoiding your best friend, she’s definitely picked up on it— sooner than later, but she also didn’t say a thing about it because she wanted to figure out on her own just why you were acting the way you were.

Spoiler alert, neither of you were getting anywhere with it.

AJ didn’t want to get mad at you, but she was slowly getting there. Frustrated that you weren’t telling her what was bothering you.

“What’s the matter, AJ?” Gabi asks, sitting down beside her sister on the bench. AJ was sketching something in her notebook: a chipped tooth, with the words ‘I have fillings too’. AJ slams the notebook shut, not wanting her sister to ask about it. “Nothing.”

“Really?”

AJ scoffs, “If you know, then why ask?”

“I don’t know what’s going on, but I know something’s going on. That’s why I’m asking- so you’d tell me. And I can help you.”

“Help me with what?”

“Whatever it is. Look- we’ve already been through the whole King Pun situation okay? You not telling me that was fine, I get it. But now you’re upset and I can tell.” Gabi pointed at the book, “So, spill.”

“I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Just…say anything.”

“Someone’s not taking my flirting well…?”

Gabi squinted, “Who?”

“Um.” AJ inhales harshly, “y/n. I like her and I tried flirting with her, she flirted back like- one time and the next day she just completely shut me out.”

“So she’s not talking and neither are you?”

AJ nodded.

“Typical.” Gabi nearly laughs.

“What?”

“Come on. This isn’t the first time something like this has happened. Remember a few years ago when she tried to come out to you and got so anxious she ran off to puke?”

“That is a completely different situation.”

“Yes, but it tells you why she’s shutting you out. She’s probably just scared and not sure you’re actually flirting instead of…I dunno. Doing it for fun because you two have been besties forever?”

“I guess that’s possible…” AJ pondered over her words.

“How’d you get her to open up to you that time?”

“I literally just— I made her cry before she even agreed to sit down and talk to me before she could run away and avoid me. She was terrified and then somehow she just spilled it.”

“But it worked.”

“Yeah, but I don’t want her to cry.” AJ glared at her sister.

Gabi chuckles, “I’m not- I’m not saying you’re gonna make her cry. I’m saying, get her before she runs away from you and tell her you want to talk to her. I mean really insist on it. And if she says she needs time, give her time. But make sure she knows you’re not gonna just give up and drift away.”

With a soft sigh falling from her lips, AJ says, “Thanks, Gabs. I’ll try.”

“Breathe. You got this.” Gabi gives her a hug before AJ leaves, on a mission to locate you. It was lunch, you were eating and you had your phone on the table, face down. It buzzes so you pick it up.

Damn, she still wasn’t mad at you? You’d expected her to wash her hands off you by now. You read her texts but just couldn’t bring yourself to respond. You didn’t know what to say that would make you seem like a complete fool. In the meantime, you spent the rest of the school day debating whether or not to meet up with AJ like she’d asked. You were…distracted to put it mildly. Should you go for it and just see how it turns out? No. Right? You’ve already been making yourself seem like an idiot.

You asked for a lavatory pass and went to the bathroom to think it over, feeling the chatter in classroom too overwhelming for you to be thinking clearly. But it’s not like you were thinking about anything but her for the past two weeks…which was…bad.

Somehow or other, you found yourself leaning against her car, that afternoon waiting for her. Prepared— because you had written down a full fledged confession, but also just as unprepared because you were so anxious and couldn’t stand being in her presence.

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“Hi.” AJ walks up to you, unlocking her car from a distance. “Thanks for coming to see me.” You gave her a tight lipped smile, one hand clutching onto your strap of your backpack as it hung on one side of your back. “Get in.” She said softly, doing so herself. You followed suit. The drive was silent. She seemed very calm, but you on the other hand felt like you were so on the edge you might throw up in front of her again. Forcing yourself to admit your feelings for her was a terrifying thing so far.

AJ leads you into her house, and up to her bedroom. You excuse yourself to be in the bathroom. “Oh no, am I making you wanna throw up again?”

“No…” You chuckled wryly.

Yes. Kind of.

“Excuse me a minute, please?”

“Yeah, yeah. Of course.” AJ shrugged, gesturing towards the ensuite bathroom.

That was the most you’ve said to each other recently. And it was awkward. Painful almost- that’s what you felt.

You quietly shut the bathroom door, walking to the sink. You propped yourself up by the palms, staring at your reflection in the mirror. “You…you gotta suck it up and admit it. Tell her. You can’t screw this up, y/n.” Shakily, you reached into your pocket to get the crumpled piece of paper.

‘I can’t lose you. I like you too much to take the risk- I don’t know if you like me the way that I like you and I’m so scared that it’d be the case. But I still…I still wrote this anyway: I can’t imagine my life without you. We’ve been in each other’s life since before I could remember and going a day without you is the most painful thing I’ve ever had to endure. I just hope that this stays to be the most painful thing and not you rejecting me…because I love you. I love you so much’

She knocks, the door opens as you said those three words. “Are you okay? Because you’ve been in here for like ten minutes and Gabi over on the other side of the door who shares this bathroom is breathing down my neck about it.”

“I was just thinking and then talking to myself…”

“You were talking to yourself? You were telling yourself how much you love you? Okay, good for you, honey.” She bit back a smile, “Come on out. Bathroom’s yours, Gabs!” As you exited the bathroom, Gabi walks in through her door.

You didn’t know exactly how, but maybe these two, nearly three weeks has forced you to really think about it all. How you felt about her, your fears, what you wanted…also. It felt like torture being apart from her for as long you have. Your heart was going crazy.

“AJ, I was uh-” You grabbed her wrists before she could walk back to her bed, “Actually…I was practicing what I was going to say to you if I could ever do that. In the bathroom. I’m just way too nervous to say it to you right away even though I’ve already wrote it down. I was going to plan a whole thing and give myself the time meanwhile to mentally prepare but I guess…here works too. Because every single moment I spend with you has been the happiest I’ve ever been no matter where the hell we are, no matter how boring or shitty the place or the situation is. It- It was wrong of me to just push you away like that and not let you know what was going on…that I needed the time to think.”

You were looking right into her eyes, and she was doing the same. When you feel the tears pricking your eyes, you saw tears brimming in hers. She sniffles, letting one hand go to wipe her tears away and she looks down for a beat.

You continue, “I don’t know everything, but I- I do know this- AJ, I cannot- I can’t lose you. I like you too much to have even thought of taking the risk and face possible rejection. Because I just know that it would hurt so damn much, AJ. I simply am not able to imagine a life without you. We’ve been in each other’s lives for so long and having to spend time apart from you was the hardest, most painful thing I’ve had to deal with. I like you, AJ. For a long time and I couldn’t admit it because I was so scared of what could or couldn’t happen. But I’ve had enough of fear, I’ve had enough of letting it control my feelings and my life. I don’t want to fuck this up…I don’t want to lose you. I need you in my life. I love you.”

Admittedly, your stomach was very unsettled but you pushed through. “I…” AJ chuckles, “That’s- wow. Took you long enough to figure it out.”

“I’m sorry.” You laughed tearfully, unable to hold back the tears anymore.

She sighs softly, caressing your cheek. AJ shook her head, “Don’t apologise. That was good.”

You licked your lips, exhaling shakily, a whimper gets caught in your throat as you reached out to hug her. Instinctively, she hugs you back even more tightly and was rubbing your back to calm you down. “I love you, baby. I love you so fucking much. You’re alright. Shh. Thank you- that was the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.”

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Part 2 Eddie’s POV | Part 1 (Steve's POV here)| Part 3 Part 4

Eddie was just trying to get out of the trailer and find some place to smoke, so Wayne wouldn't give him a hard time. He definitely did not plan on running into a crying Steve Harrington. Steve was a freshman, but he was already so popular. He was one of the jocks, so Eddie kind of assumed he was an asshole, a cute asshole, but an asshole nevertheless.

It's for this reason that he doesn't know what comes over him, what compels him to stop and ask if he is okay. Maybe it was because Steve looked so small. Maybe it was because Eddie was familiar with the look of pain in his face, feels it to his core when he sees the bruise on Steve’s face.

And to his surprise, Steve opens up to him. He tells Eddie he does not think he is alright. Eddie knows he can use this information to knock Steve down and ruin his reputation at school, but looking at him, he can't. So he sits down next to him, lets him talk about his family and the loneliness and pain, and Eddie feels some sort of kinship with him. Eddie opens up too, talks about his parents, and says how Wayne took him in.

And they talk about other things too. He notices how Steve smiles and listens as he rambles on about Dungeons and Dragons. They talk for hours, and regardless of how weird or different his tastes are, Steve never seems fazed by it. He listens as Steve passionately defends Rick Springfield. And he feels his cheeks go red when Steve suddenly stops, gets nervous, says his name. "Hey Eds..."

"Yeah, Stevie?" The name slips out but Steve doesn't appear bothered. In fact, Steve seems to be blushing, and Eddie tries not to read into that. He waits for Steve to repond.

"If this is out of line or something, please tell me, and we can pretend it never happened, but umm..." Steve starts anxiously, and despite Eddie's own building anxiety, he tries to lighten the mood, get Steve to relax.

So Eddie smiles at him, laughing gently to hide his own nerves. "I thought you popular kids didn't get anxious." He jokes."Unless there was some hot girl or something." He isn't sure why he said that, maybe to get the confirmation from Steve that, yes, he does in fact like girls, and this growing feeling in Eddie's chest over the last few hours needs to be quelled. Steve Harrington can't like boys, and definitely can't like boys like him.

But then Steve surprised Eddie. "I mean... what if it was like a hot guy?" Steve quickly asks like he could not get the words out fast enough. Eddie doesn't hear the breath get caught in Steve's throat over the increasing sound of his own heartbeat in his ears. Steve Harrington just came out to him , and he is in disbelief. And he is suddenly more hopeful. After a few seconds, it hits him that he has not replied, that Steve is waiting.

He finally says, "I mean...if you're asking if I'd be okay with you thinking a guy is hot, I would be." Eddie pauses, but wants to say more, but he is terrified to make the first move...to be the one who crossed the line. Afterall Steve was high school royalty, and he is just some freak. But suddenly, he feels Steve's hand in his, resting both of their hands in Eddie’s lap. Eddie hopes Steve doesn't realize how clammy his palms are.

"What if... you were that hot guy?" Steve whispers, both of them staring face to face now. Eddie can't help but smile, blush covering his face. "I'd be okay with that too..."

And Steve just leans over and kisses him, gentle hands on his face, soft lips against his. And Eddie kisses back, and its magical, better than he ever dreamed his first kiss would be.

The next couple of months are great. At school they keep their distance. He tells Steve it's because it is better for both of them because people can be mean to a couple of queer boys. And mostly that is true but he also doesn't want to ruin either of their reputations. Their respective friend groups would have a field day with the jock and the freak being together. So only Wayne knows.

But alone that can just be Steve and Eddie; happy. When they sleep together for the first time, Eddie can't believe how in love he is with Steve. And as he held Steve against his chest, petting his hair, Steve says it, tells him "I love you, Eds..."

And he doesn't have to think, he just says it back. Because he did love Steve Harrington.

A few days later, though, everything comes crashing down. He had been with his friends. They had been talking shit about some of the assholes at school, mostly jocks.

One of them mentions Steve, suddenly peaking Eddie’s interest. "I thought Harrington stays out of it, doesn't he?" Eddie says, trying to play it cool.

"Yea, he doesn't say much but you know it's just because he thinks he is better than everyone." Eddie’s friend laughs.

"What do you mean?" Eddie says, trying not to sound defensive.

"You know, Steve "the hair" Harrington, is just a spoiled rich kid. Honestly, I feel bad for that dudes friends. He probably uses them to feel good and gets rid of them when he gets bored. I know he just a freshman, but you can just tell he's a jerk."

"I don't think he is that bad. " Eddie says weakly, thinking back to Steve laying on his chest a few nights prior. "He's always been nice to me."

"Eddie, guys like that are great at pretending. But he hangs out with the people that make our lives nightmares. All the jocks are the same. "

"Oh..." Eddie replies, not sure what to say.

His friend adds, "I feel bad for all those girls that flirt with him, if he ever actually dates one, he is going to lead them on until he gets bored of them. And dump them. " He laughs and moves on. But Eddie can't stop thinking about the conversation.

His friends were right. Steve was a jock, a popular kid, a rich kid. He didn't really love Eddie...he couldn't. He stews in this, convinces himself that Steve will break his heart. And he can't handle that. He needs to cut it off first.

So he doesn't show up to Steve's game, and when Steve shows up at the trailer, he makes Wayne send him away. Wayne looks at him, disappointed, when he shuts the door. "Eddie, you should talk to him, call the boy ."

"No Wayne." He says before locking himself in his room, spending the weekend trying to forget about Steve.

At school on Monday he tries to avoid Steve, but the other boy finally tracks him down in the bathroom. He tries to block out the memory of their conversation but can remember clearly the look on Steve’s face right before he walked away. Eddie had broken Steve’s heart.

Afterwards, Eddie lets himself believe he was right to end it with Steve as he watches Steve hook up with girl after girl. He lets himself think he would have been just a number for Steve. He even silently is happy when he seen Nancy Wheeler left him. He forces himself to see Steve as a caricature of a man, just King Steve. Not the sweet, bitchy, soft, tough complex person he knew Steve to be.

Because Eddie, due to some weird high school hubris, couldn't let himself believe he was wrong. That Steve Harrington loved him.

And then he ends up becoming friends with Steve’s little group of kids he babysat. And he hated that Dustin would constantly talk about Steve, because it was more proof that he was an idiot and he let a good thing go. No, he didn't just let him go, he crushed him, broke him. Steve trusted Eddie with his heart and Eddie dropped it. He tries not think about it, even as he stares out the window whenever Steve would drop the kids off or pick them up. He ruined everything and he can't turn back time.

But then Spring Break happens, and he was forced to face Steve again. And it's hard and awkward. He knows Steve does it on purpose when he throws his shirt at Eddie. He knows it is too late for him and Steve. But part of him wants Steve to be happy, especially seeing how good Steve still is. He tries to fix things between Steve and Nancy. Steve doesn’t seem receptive of it. Then Steve saves him, runs out of the Upside-Down, carrying his body.

Steve stays with him in the hospital and volunteers to help him at home. Wayne was appreciative about that. Eddie assumes they are never going to bring it up, ignore the past. But Steve has other ideas. Eddie is left dumbstruck when Steve asks one day when they are alone, "Are we going to talk about it?"

Steve's POV here

Part 3 here

Part 4 here

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since this is a Angela blog I’m not gonna ramble too much (unless you get into it) and not share any smut

Popular!Mariah Rose Faith x Quiet!Reader rivals to lovers one bed trope high school/College au

it’s kinda a heart stopper situation where you all go somewhere to study a place and explore. You both completely different, Mariah is kinda like rich in this story ig? you both fought a lot, talking behind your backs, calling each other names. Your group are against her grou and your teachers are SICK of it and was like ‘okay that’s enough, you both are gonna have a room together and you guys are gonna get along!’ and Mariah is like ‘WTF?!’ and you just stand there terrified that you have to spend time with HER

you guys were not getting along at first, being sarcastic to each other, throwing pillows at each other whenever someone makes a comment. And then one night you both were having a bad argument and you snapped and accidentally said something that got too far (it was either her body or her family) which made her tear up and leave and your like ‘oh nooooo’ and the next day you tell your friends about it and they get mad like ‘not cool bro, you should apologize’ and your frustrated because how tf do you apologize

so tonight, you and Mariah are in bed, she’s in pyjamas and your just in top and boxers (it was veryyyy hot where I vacationed) and she’s facing away from you and your laying there nervous as hell, only light being from the lamp that is on the table beside the bed

and then you quietly started apologizing, saying how you didn’t mean to say that. Mariah then finally turned over to face you and you realize how close you both were, you didn’t hear what she said because how you didn’t realize how gorgeous she was up close and you couldn’t help but stare down at her lips. And without thinking, you kiss her. Mariah eyes widen but then she can’t help but kiss you back.

( “so” you look up from your food, looking at your friend who is casually eating their own breakfast “how was the hookup?” You stop chewing. Your second friend who is sitting beside you chokes on their drink with wide eyes, you look at them in shock “what?” “Mariah! Did you apologize to Mariah?!” You seem to snap out of your thoughts, remembering from the conversation the other day “oh uh, it went great, we’re friends now and it was amazing uh yeah” you stammered as you take another bite from your food, not noticing your friend looking at you with a knowing look as they say “I bet it was”)

"unless you get into it" oh trust me I'm into it and I'm actually going to need so much more

popular girl mariah is so hot she's so hot as a mean girl

[raaorqtpbpdy]

Radium Girls

Based on the Phic Phight prompt: Uh oh! Star has a crush…on Paulina. She doesn't want to talk to any of her friends about it, but she desperately needs to get some advice, so she decides to talk to the only person at Casper who doesn't seem to care what anyone thinks of them: Sam Manson. (from @bleedingectoplasm)

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[Warnings for mentions of radium poisoning and minor swearing]

A lot of students at Casper High thought that being one of the A-listers meant they'd have it made. After all, the popular kids had it easy. None of them had problems, or fears, or complex inner turmoil. They all knew exactly who they were. They were confident, comfortable. That was what made them popular in the first place.

Of course, that wasn't true in the slightest, and Star knew that better than anyone. Dash had troubles at home, judgemental parents whose expectations he could never meet. Paulina, flawless Paulina, only put up a façade of confidence to hide her how deeply self-conscious she was. She spent an hour staring in the mirror every day, looking for gray hairs and pimples, terrified of her looks fading because she thought her looks were all she had.

Kwan was always so cheerful and happy around his friends, but Star had heard his parents yelling at him about how he'd never amount to anything if he only focused on sports and not classes. Kwan worked very hard in his classes, and had a 'B' average, but that wasn't good enough, apparently. And Star? Star had her own share of problems. Namely, a burgeoning crush that cut into her heart like a jagged knife, because she knew she could never pursue it.

Star sighed softly for the hundredth time that day as she stared across the classroom at Paulina, sitting in the front row. Perfect, lovely Paulina, so mean to others, yet so nice to Star.

She probably didn't really belong in this level of math, honestly, but Star always helped her with her math homework in the evenings to keep her grade up and help her pass. Star was happy to do it, because as long as she did, Paulina could stay in the same math class as her, and she could spend fifth period staring longingly from her seat in the back row. She used to sit next to Paulina until the teacher separated them for talking too much.

When they first started, Star's feelings had been manageable. Unfortunately, they'd only grown stronger as time passed. She'd never been that great at hiding her emotions. Now, after months, she felt like she might burst if she couldn't tell anyone.

But she couldn't tell anyone.

Her friends would probably laugh at her, or tell Paulina behind her back, and they all had their own problems to deal with. If she talked to anyone else, it would be all over the school by tomorrow. She had to keep it in. Her social status was more precarious than her classmates seemed to think, and being outed would absolutely ruin her.

"Star, Sam, you'll be working together," their history teacher announced, and both girls groaned. Star was usually better at paying attention, but history was the last class of the day, and once school was out, she had cheer practice with Paulina, so she'd been a bit lost in her thoughts. That happened more often than she cared to admit lately.

Sam approached her after class and slammed a piece of paper on her desk while Star slipped her things into her bag. "My phone number," she said.

"You're not my type," Star shot back with a derisive look.

"Shut up." Sam rolled her eyes. "I know you have cheer practice or whatever, so text me when you're done so we can meet up and work on the project."

"I can just do it myself," Star told her.

"Not a chance," Sam refused. "If you don't text me I'm going to your house at five. No offense or anything—who am I kidding, I don't give a crap if you're offended—I'm don't trust you. Even if you do make something we get a good grade on, it'll probably be about, I dunno, historical jewelry, or the origin of cheerleading or something dumb like that."

"And let me guess, you want to do the Salem Witch Trials, or something equally mainstream history? Right? It is less work that way, but it's kind of stereotypical, don't you think?" Star scoffed, but she stuffed the number into a pocket in her bag. "Fine, I'll text you when cheer practice ends at four-thirty. But we're meeting at you're place. I don't want my parents thinking I associate with your kind of people."

"Whatever, fuck you very much. I'll see you later," Sam said. She slung her silly little spider backpack over her shoulder and left the classroom.

—

"Something wrong, Star?" Paulina asked, because for all her mean girl behaviors, she was surprisingly perceptive when it came to her friends.

"I got paired up with Sam Manson for a history project," Star moaned immediately. "I have to go to her house, which is probably haunted, and I bet she's gonna make us do the project on some dumb witch trials or something, and I wanted to do it on all the petty drama between Tesla and Edison!" 

"Oh my God, Star, I can't believe you have to do that!" Paulina said sympathetically, and wrapped her best friend up in a comforting hug. Star's heart beat so fast she thought it might actually explode when Paulina finally let go of her. "Whatever you do, don't let her get any goth on you, alright?"

"God no!" Star said, genuinely alarmed at the thought of herself in goth clothes, and thankful for something to think about besides how soft Paulina's skin was, and how warm her arms had been around her. "Black so doesn't suit me."

"I wasn't gonna say it, but it makes your skin look totally washed out," Paulina agreed. "Red is much more your color, brings out your pretty, rosy cheeks." Star nodded in complete agreement and carefully did not blush at the compliment, nor gasp when Paulina took her by the hand and dragged her onto the field for practice.

When cheer practice was over, Star dug the phone number out of her backpack and sent a text.

[practice over whats ur address -star]

She waited, toweling the sweat off her neck and drinking water until Sam texted back the street and number.

[thx eta 15]

Star cleaned up, changed and said goodbye to the rest of the girls. She climbed onto her teal blue Vespa and headed to Sam's place to get their stupid history project over with. The sooner they worked on it, the sooner they'd be done.

The Manson house was nothing like Star expected. Logically, she should've guessed that Sam's parents weren't as goth as she was, and it was their home, so maybe assuming there would be black bricks and gargoyles had been a bit over the top. It was big, and very fancy, but it looked, aesthetically speaking, much the same as all the other homes on the street.

Star parked her scooter and walked up to ring the doorbell. Sam herself answered the door and immediately let Star in, leading her up to her room. Sam's room was much closer to what Star had been expecting, with black and purple curtains, gothic wallpaper, a shelf full of creepy-looking dolls, and a trunk at then foot of the bed shaped like a coffin.

"I'm just making it known now that I don't want to do this project on witch trials," Star said. "It would be nice if we could pick a topic we're both interested in, or at least one neither of us hates."

"I suppose I can't argue with that," Sam reluctantly agreed. "So what kinds of historical stuff are you interested in?"

"Math and science are more my areas," Star admitted. "I initially was hoping to do this project on Tesla and Edison's famous rivalry, but I imagine you don't want to research two old, white guys who hated each other."

"Yeah, pass," Sam scoffed. "I'd suggest topics, but I can't really think of any sciencey ones. All I'm coming up with are more occult-leaning."

"What about the radium girls?" Star suggested after a moment of thought. "It's got activism, fighting against greedy capitalists, dangerous chemicals, horrifying deaths, the works."

"Oh, I think I've heard of that," Sam nodded thoughtfully. "They had to paint watch dials to make them glow, and the radium they were painting with made them sick, right?"

"Radium does a lot more than just make people sick, but that's the gist of it. So, do we have a topic?"

"Yeah, I'm down for that." 

With their topic chosen, they got to work researching. The two of them actually worked fairly well together, dividing up the work and getting it done efficiently.

"I gotta say," Sam spoke up after a little while, "I know you said you could do this project by yourself before, but I honestly thought I'd end up doing most of the work. I was forced to do a lab project with Paulina once, and she barely lifted a finger."

"She's... more suited to supervising and management," Star said, and Sam responded with a derisive snort.

"That's a nice way of saying she does fuck all."

"She doesn't like getting her hands dirty, but I do mean it when I say she's a good manager," Star argued. "If you'd ever see her manage a cheer practice, you'd get it. She's actually super organized and really good at taking charge and getting people to where they're needed. Everyone's got their strengths, you know?"

"Uh, barf." Sam faked a gag for effect. "Put away those heart eyes, would ya?"

"What?" Star's eyes widened in alarm.

"It was a joke, chill."

Silence fell, and Sam looked back to her computer but Star only bit her bottom lip in thought. She'd been all but bursting to talk to someone about her feelings for Paulina, and maybe now was the time. She couldn't talk to any of her friends about it, but... well, Sam was the one person at school who never cared what anyone thought of her. Maybe it would be okay.

"What if it's not a joke?" Star asked.

"What?"

"What if I do have 'heart eyes' for Paulina?" she reiterated. "What then?"

"I dunno, what're you asking me for?"

"Sam... you're so cool. Do you know that?" Star told her.

"I'm not cool, I'm a loser."

"But you are cool! We may rag on you about your clothes and how you act, but it never gets to you. You just don't care, no matter what we say. You never get rattled, or self-conscious.... I've always admired that about you."

"You admire me?" Sam asked, confused and unconvinced.

Star hesitated before nodding. I was weird to admit it out loud, but it was completely true. Even if she was weird, and goth, and Star did not care for her aesthetic at all, Sam was undeniably cool.

"How do you do it?" Star asked. "How can you be so unbothered. I'm constantly worried, overthinking, trying not to mess up, or let anyone figure me out. I mean, I can't even talk to my own friends about my crush because I'm absolutely terrified of what they would think, but you.... Do you remember back in middle school when you asked out Miranda and she called you a slur and you broke two of her toes stomping on her foot and she moved away? I could never have the confidence to do that in a million years, but it was awesome."

"Uh... thanks?" Sam said. She stared at the blonde for a moment, thoughtfully. "Do you really have a crush on Paulina?" Star nodded. "Well... good luck and condolences, I guess."

Condolences? Star's shoulders slumped at that. It meant that Sam didn't think it could work out. That Star would inevitably be disappointed.

"If it makes you feel any better, I get having a crush on a friend and not wanting to tell them because you're afraid of ruining your friendship," Sam assured her. "I have a crush on Danny, and I'm mostly waiting for it to go away, because I already know he likes preppy girls, and probably wouldn't be interested in me."

"At least you know he likes girls," Star groaned miserably. "Honestly, what is wrong with me? I could have basically any guy at school, and here I am with 'heart eyes' for my straight best friend? It's a waste of my good looks!"

"Hey! There's nothing wrong with you," Sam scowled. "I mean, you have questionable taste, but liking girls isn't anything bad. Girls are hot, even Paulina, although her negative qualities pretty much cancel out her looks if you ask me."

"The mean girl thing is an act," Star said. "I mean, not completely. You hates you guys, but with the rest of the A-listers, Paulina isn't nearly that bad. She's actually really attentive toward her friends, and she memorizes all out schedules so she can organize days to hang out as a group, and she color-codes her day planner, and she bought this really nice jasmine and vanilla perfume for me because I mentioned that it smelled nice."

"Wow, you've really got it bad for her, huh?"

"My point is, she's not as bad as she wants people to think."

"Why would anyone want people to think they're a bitch?" Sam asked.

"She wants to feel superior over people because she's self-conscious and unsure of her place in the world," Star said. "It's a common teenage conundrum. You do basically the same thing, but in a different way. You think you're better than everyone else because you're strong willed and anti-conformist, but really you're just as uncertain as the rest of us, aren't you?"

"Wow, just flay me alive, why don't you?"

"Sorry," Star apologized. "My mom's a therapist, so I just sort of... notice things. I should've kept my mouth shut."

"Nah, it's fine," Sam said. "We're fourteen. None of us know our place in the world. It'd be more weird if we did know exactly what we wanted to do in life, and who we wanted to be."

"Yeah."

"You know, you don't have to jump into the deep end," Sam said.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, well, the way you're talking, it sounds like you think you're only options are to tell Paulina how you feel and destroy your friendship, or to keep all of your feelings bottled up forever. You can work your way up to the hard stuff."

"How so?" Star asked, scrunching up her eyebrows.

"I dunno, casually compliment her looks," Sam suggested with a shrug. "Comment occasionally that you think a girl is pretty. Hold her hand in a friendly way. That sort of thing. Drop hints. Build up to coming out and maybe, if you want to, even telling her how you feel. I hate this saying, but you know about the boiling frog analogy, right?"

"If you put a frog in boiling water it'll jump out, but if you put it in cold water and slowly turn up the heat it'll boil to death?" Star recalled. "That's not true, by the way. If you put a frog in boiling water it'll die almost instantly and if you put it in cold water and turn up the heat, it'll jump out when it starts to get uncomfortable." 

"I know, but that's not the point," Sam said. "The radium girls are a good example too, actually. They were exposed to small doses of poison and didn't realize how much it was affecting them until their bones were gone, but if they'd been exposed to a much higher dose that killed them much faster, they probably would've noticed something was up before their jaws fell off." Star cringed.

"Okay, kind of a gross analogy, sorry," Sam apologized. "The point is, instead of dropping a bomb on her, if you slowly get Paulina used to the idea of other girls being attractive, of casually touching you, of you liking girls, she's more likely to take it well and at least let you down gently, even if she doesn't accept your feelings. Get it now? You don't have to jump in the deep end."

"Yeah... yeah, I think I understand now," Star said. "Thanks, Sam. I'm really glad i decided to talk to you."

"Yeah... glad I could help." Sam grumbled, though Star could see the tiny traces of pride in her expression. "Can we get back to work now?"

"Right! Sorry for derailing our study session." With that, they got back to researching, and writing their report.

[gemsgamegems]

couldn't do this yesterday because it was hella late and I was half terrified of what was gonna come out of my mind.

here to report that going to sleep and then work has done not a damn thing for my psyche so everyone pull up a chair, grab a snack, and get comfy.

I'm literally gonna descend into Straight Madness all over this post and call it a review. you're welcomed or I'm sorry or whatever 💩

(footage of my MC going to bully her beloved on his special chat app💀🖤)

there is surely crack or something very similar to it laced in chatsim games I swear to God??? I've played over a dozen different ones, and then the especially recent popular ones (i.e. Blooming Panic, Error 143) were living snugly in my remaining braincells. so like, I'm not stranger to the rabid insanity I feel when I play a really good chat sim.

also, I have a thing for being mean. let me rephrase: in romance gaming, I love when I as the player character can essentially bully the intended love interest(s) and possibly get rewarded for it 😇. a...bully-a-boyfriend simulator if you will.

Enter A Date With Death.

the game of my dreams.

featuring the victim Man of my dreams.

my fictional tastes in men are so very much not aligned that I never know who I'm gonna be in love with for the next 5 months. so I'm pleasantly surprised each time I get attached LOL!

yeah he's a grim reaper, yeah he's hella edgy, yeah he's got white hair, yeah he embodies what the kids call 'babygirl', etc etc etc. on anyone else, I probably wouldn't have cared. and on our dear Grimmy, at first I didn't. all those aspects of him that didn't register as a need or want for me suddenly became the spices that enhanced the flavor that is Grim/Casper's personality and his interactions with the player character. he is QUITE LITTERALLY the ONLY LOVE INTEREST at the moment WHO CAN GET AWAY WITH CALLING ME STUPID/AN IDIOT even if I very much am, either as my MC or irl lolz

homeboy is literally insulting my intelligence and I'm giggling and rolling my eyes like a textbook school girl 🤣 truly loved that for me.

my goodness the banter??? the RICHNESS of the back and forth and the teasing and the insults and the flirting and the presence of something building up to be intensly romance flavored was at too much and not enough (in a good way, I pinky promise!!)

I found myself playing with the other features (watering my plant, interacting with my bunny and bookshelf, etc) only to quickly rush back to click the laptop so I could interact with Grim/Casper again. I don't know who falls in love first, Grim or the player character, and maybe that's something that's supposed to be headcannoned??? but if that's so, I think that it's a gradual thing. because while Grim is literally commenting on how pretty/gorgeous/handsome we are, and then trying his damndest to take it back, me and my MC are sitting there like...damn....oh shit...we like this fool....shit we LOVE THIS FOOL WTF????

I'd like to take a moment in this random stream of thoughts to talk about the scene where Grim visits us to bring us flowers, reveals his highly classified name, and proceeds to woo and charm and fluster us until you have no choice but to be swept up by him... oh. wait. was this 3rd person or 1st person speak...

BUT ANYWAY I JUST WANNA LOSE MY SHIT ABOUT THE FLOWERS BECAUSE MY GOD WHY IS HE SO FUCKING CUTE?!!?!? (my favorite thing about this game was having the option to call him sexy and not in favor of calling him cute. because what you gonna do about it???? exactly 🤣)

at the time of this rambling, I still have only gotten to 1 ending, but I hope to knock out the others before the end of the month, time permitting lol.

annnnnnd speaking of Other Features and my absolute love and adoration of the Two and Half Studios team...

I bought the DLC so I had access to the additional dialogue, clothing, and physical customization options 🤭hiiighly recommend you grab the DLC if you haven't already or were on the fence about it!

the pet optionssssss. I mentioned this on my demo review, but I loved having my pet bunny. I love that we can interact with our pet. I love that it Casper understands that MC and Pet are a packaged deal. Damn right, that's our shared child now ya dork 🤭

music room was funnnn, the special features on the laptop (games, internet, drawing app, etc) were absolutely perfect and I tired out everything at least twice.

the bookshelf feature??? I clicked on it every day and I gotta say I adored the little diary entries from younger MC. alsoooo the fact that the book 'changed' each time you went to your shelf was SUCH a fun thing???? loved that shit

eavesdropping on the neighbors?!?!? i'm hella noisy in real life, oops, so there was a big thrill in listening in on the peeps on the other side and experiencing a different type of love story emerge. I am mad at myself because I think I missed a day of eavesdropping and by the end of my first playthrough that part of the game felt 'incomplete'. but nothing a second, third, and fourth replay can't solve LOL!!

watering our plant 💓 idk why that made me so happy but it just did. something about giving emotions to inanimate objects gets me ever fucking time

( a tangent within a tangent: there's nothing more attractive than someone with a plush, yes azreal, I'm talking about your owner zjjddgfs and Casper wonders why I called his ass cute. this is why!!!! this is exhibit A-Z my guy!!!!)

I'm sure there's a slew of other things I squealed and fangirled and cooed over in my playthrough, but this is a perfect stopping point, right?

thank you all for coming, see you next time when we discuss another game that's infected my brain and rendered me absolutely useless 👍🏽

[mrvlbimbo]

His (not so) secret admirer, pt 2

pt 1/2/3/4

She didn’t mean to stand him up. That was her last intention. Emergency cheer team meeting be damned she really wanted to see him. But then her nerves got the better of her and she thought maybe this isn’t such a good idea.

So she went to the cheer meeting, spanning almost the entirety of lunch. And when it was over she really questioned if she should go, only making her mind up when she passed some freshmen in the hall whispering about Eddie.

“Yeah he left lunch all excited about something.”

“Probably a drug deal.”

“He doesn’t get that excited for drug deals, I think it’s about a girl.”

“Please, Munson have a clue with women.”

That made her choice clear, she had to see this through even if she was terrified. There was a reason she had sent letters rather than ever bothering to talk to him, she was terribly nervous around boys she liked.

One time in 8th grade she had tried to ask a boy to dance at their end of year formal and she threw up a heap of Hawaiian Punch before she even had the chance to say a word. Needless to say, she wasn’t very popular with boys her age.

But Eddie didn’t know any of this and what was he meant to think when he sat waiting for the whole lunch period and she never showed.

He was starting to get antsy, stepping from foot to foot and pacing around the table. Sure, she had seemed genuine, but what if it was all some joke on me? He thought.

He was interrupted from his thoughts by the sound of a twig breaking and a small yelp of surprise. “You’re late.”

“Sorry. Cheer meeting ran late.” She scurried over to the other side of the table, picking at the wood and refusing to meet his eyes.

“Third period is about to start. I don’t want to keep you from more important things.” He knew there wasn’t really anything she could have done differently but he was still miffed that she had chosen the meeting over him, further instilling his insecurity that maybe she wasn’t right for him.

“You’re important…to me” insecurity gone, he almost melted at that. He kept his face calm, stubborn as always and not ready to give in.

“Why letters?” He asked offhandedly, trying to hide the way his fingers subconsciously reached for hers.

“I just… didn’t think you’d like someone like me,” she admitted, staring at the ground awkwardly. 

He just stood up and started to walk away, taking her heart with him. He turned back just as she looked up, finally meeting her eyes. “I do…like you…for the record.”

She didn’t know what to make of that, gawking at him as he casually walked away. It took her a while to compose herself and leave aswell, making her late for class. 

Surely the rumors would start to spread but she didn’t care, she just needed to prove she was serious about him. 

Her plan set in motion the next day, confidently striding into the cafeteria and stepping right up to his table. However her confidence was short-lived when he looked over at her. 

She instantly froze, eyes widening as she failed to say anything. “Aw my girl is a little shy, c‘mere.” He opened his arms and motioned to his lap, very clearly inviting her to sit on it. 

“Uh. Hi,” she addressed the table, sliding into Eddie’s lap. She was assisted by his arms wrapping around her waist. 

“I was right, it was about a girl,” one of the freshmen commented. 

“Not just any girl. My girl,” he announced, using that name again. It made her brain fuzzy, any rational thought leaving her. 

“So, why are you here instead of with your friends?” He asked, wincing a bit at how condescending he sounded. He didn’t mean to be rude, but his insecurity was still peaking through. 

“I felt bad about yesterday,” she admitted, ducking her head down in shame. 

“Well I accept your apology. On one condition, hold my hand?” He asked, a sly smirk crossing his face. 

She admired the twinkle in his eyes, so used to watching him from afar, she wasn’t sure how to react to being the focus of his attention. “Y-yeah. Ok” 

“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to,” he assured her, clocking her hesitance and trying to soothe her. 

“I want to,” she whispered, lacing their fingers together. He tried to contain his excitement, wanting to seem cool and unbothered. However, the self satisfied grin on his face gave him away. 

Her little touches were getting him embarrassingly “excited” He was already half hard and he hoped it was somehow hidden by the tight fabric of his jeans. 

“Would you…uhmmm. Maybe want to come back to my place after school?” He asked, the way he breathed sensually against her neck in direct contrast to the insecurity in his words. 

She turned to him, nodding and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. Before he could even react to that she had scurried off his lap, leaving the lunch room as the bell rang. He’d have to work on that shyness of hers.

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eddie munson x little sister!reader

I AM IGNORING VOL 2 BECAUSE I AM MENTALLY NOT OKAY WITH IT.

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Since this is his 3rd time doing senior year, it means that you and he are in the same grade this year.

He is fine with that so he can protect you more but then he hates that you might get teased a little for it.

When he sees the popular girls messing with you, he doesn’t know what to do (because he is a respectful man and doesn’t hurt women in any way shape or form).

When he sees Chrissy in the woods, he asks her what he should do while they are talking. And she says she will try to talk to them.

And Eddie makes the decision to talk to you so he can really understand what’s going on.

You say it’s been going on for a while and you got used to it so it’s fine, which he was not fine with (because no one hurts his little sister).

He has to let it happen because he doesn’t know what else to do and if he tries to be weird you will just get made fun of more, but one day he sees them stick gum in your hair. And he gets so upset. Especially because he has gotten gum stuck in his hair and with those precious curls, it causes so much trouble.

He runs over and drags you away from the situation while the girls are teasing you for getting your brother to save you.

Eddie helps you get the gum out of your hair without ruining it, it just looks a little weird.

Eddie makes you stick with him, all day every day. Even walked you to your classes and try to get out of his classes early to get you. You guys have the same class or two.

Eddie makes you sit with him at lunch and one of his friends makes the worst decision and makes a joke about it.

When I say he stopped smiling that moment and threatened to hurt him, I mean it.

He doesn’t care what happens to himself, but anyone brings his sister into anything at all, some shit is going down.

He makes you go to the Hellfire meetings, but you don’t join them in it.

You sit in the corner and read the whole time. 

And Eddie has no idea how you finish books so quickly. You might recommend some books to him and make him read a chapter or two every day.

He finds it annoying sometimes.

You guys do the homework together because you make him, and if you figure out he didn’t do it, you hide his guitar.

And it sets him off (his guitar is his baby), you make him do it and then you will give it back to him once all the homework is done and the next day it is turned in. You are one of the only reasons he is passing at the moment.

You help him with papers sometimes, and he doesn’t mind the help sometimes.

And Uncle Wayne didn’t give you a curfew, Eddie did.

He also made sure he always drove you; no one was allowed to pick you up.

Boys were terrified to date you because of the interrogations they heard Eddie gives each individual boy.

And he lets them know they are not good enough for you.

Eddie drives you to the dates and restates the rules he’s made every single time.

One of the times you didn’t go to one of the Hellfire meetings because you said you weren’t feeling well, you brought your boyfriend over. 

And it ended earlier than usual cause he wanted to make sure you were fine, and he saw you cuddling with your boyfriend on the couch.

Oh, he got pissed.

He dragged your boyfriend off of you and made him sit outside while he talked to you.

That is one of the main reasons you have to go with Eddie to each Hellfire meeting.

He said no boys, till they’re men.

And he said that doesn’t happen till they are 20.

[robynlilyblack]

There’s this girl...

Sirius Black x fem! Reader

Part 2 out now - So, this is the girl?

[Requested – see request here]

Summary: After finding out y/n was a Slytherin back in her day, Fred goes to Sirius for advice on how to approach his own girl little did they know y/n overhears the whole thing

Warnings: swearing, kissing, Fred and Sirius being simps for their Slytherin girls

A/n: 1.1k words, I love this idea thank you for the request, this can be taken in the same universe as this little fic x

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“So, you were all Gryffindor’s too?” George asks after one of Sirius’ stories

“Me, Moony and James were but y/n was a Slytherin” everyone looks at you a bit shocked except Harry who just enjoys everyone’s else’s jaws dropping at the new information

“Yup” you lean down to give Sirius a kiss before taking a free seat next to Harry

“But you don’t act like a…” George trails off “I mean you don’t…” he flounders realising he has no idea how to say it

“Act like a pretentious arsehole” Sirius chuckles at you

“Y/n” Molly lightly scolds

“Oh shit…sorry molly” she tilts her head at you “Love you” you flash her a toothy smile before turning back to Hermione as she speaks up

“Were things different in Slytherin back in your day?”

“Oh no they were just as bad, maybe even worse” you answer “Problem is its difficult when you’re in Slytherin and coming from that kind of family, the expectations they require are astronomical. Siri knows what I’m talking about his family were ars…” you remember molly is there “not very nice too” he nods

“Oh yeah, you’ve seen my mother’s portrait just imagine her is a living being” he shudders thinking about “Actually don’t thats too terrifying to even imagine again” 

You giggle at your husband before continuing “You’d be surprised how many you’ll find that are just like you lot, they just weren’t blessed with the same kind of freedom”

“Wow so…how do you spot the decent ones” George asks, all of you missing the slight unease from his twin

“Well I was popular mostly because I didn’t really give a...crap” you look at Molly who rolles her eyes light-heartedly “My general rule is you won’t hear them say any of these disgusting slurs and they’ll usually keep to themselves, sitting apart from the Malfoys of the world” you explain

As you go into a bit more detail about your family own family as does Sirius, Fred’s eyes light up a little, George giving him a little nudge

Coming down the stairs you hear Walburga’s insult you “Disgrace”

You laugh at her “Rather be a disgrace than have a stick up my arse like you” she huffs “Pleasure as always Walburga” you flip her off walking towards the dining room stopping as you hear voices

“Sirius can I get your advice on something?” you hear one of the twins ask

“Sure, Fred right” your husband double checks as he gestures for the boy to sit

“Yeah” Fred lets out a small laugh as he takes a seat

“How can I help?”

“There’s this girl...” Fred starts before taking a breath, he was nervous, he had only ever told George about the girl

“There always is but I wouldn’t think a lad like you would need advice from what I’ve heard” you were in the same boat as Sirius, you and he had talked about how similar the twins were to you both especially the older one, why would he be nervous

“Usually you’d be right but the girl I like she’s a Slytherin” you smile leaning on the wall by the door deciding this conversation was worth listening to

Sirius’ mouth forms a small ‘o’ as he nods in understanding “I see”

“I’m just wondering how you went about it with y/n, I just know somehow that I could have what you have one day with her…I’m just not being a very good Gryffindor about it” the boy chuckles at himself

“No need to worry I wasn’t very Gryffindor about y/n either”

“Really, I thought you two were flirts?”

“Oh we were, but the problem for me was I had convinced myself for years that I wouldn’t ever go for anyone like my parents wanted. Of course, she wasn’t like them in the slight, she’s was and still is a goddess in every way” you smile to yourself from the other room “It took me far too long to make a move on her, I do regret do doing it sooner” he confesses

Fred smiles a bit but it drops as he speaks again “I know me and Georgie like to prank and even I’ll admit it we’ve done some cruel pranks to more than a few Slytherins over the years. I’m...I’m scared she’ll think it’s some kind of joke or even worse she already hates me” the boy sighs looking a bit defeated

“You really like her, don’t you?” Sirius could see it, he recognised the look in Fred’s eyes, hell, he’d even expressed the same concerns with Remus and James back in his day

“It’s so weird how can I feel this much for someone I’ve barley spoken to, I mean merlin Sirius” he sits back “You should have seen her at the yule ball last year, she looked so pretty I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. Everything about her is pure perfection her laugh, her smile, even this little thing she does when she’s thinking… she way out of my league” he sighs as the older man smiles at him

“You know Y/n used to, still does actually, do this little thing with her nose, it’s like a little scrunch. Whenever she’s concentrating or thinking she would do it and I just fell in love with it. Trust me every day I ask myself how I got so lucky as to get a girl like her” he leans forward a bit “My best advice is to just talk to her, even if it’s just something small to start and go from there. Oh, and at your wedding include me in your speech”

Fred laughs “Thanks Sirius” he stands up as you pretend to have just walked in and totally weren’t listening the whole time

“Hey you two” you smile

“Hey darling” you husband smiles brightly at you

“Hey y/n” Fred greets you, turning to Sirius giving him a grateful smile before heading off

As he passes by you whisper “Go get her tiger” winking at the boy

His cheeks dust slightly with pink as he nods smiling walking out. You walk up to your husband, plopping yourself on his lap, straddling him.

“Well hello there” he smirks up at you

“Hi Siri” you kiss him, his hands moving to grip your waist 

Pulling back, you give him a cheeky look “What” he tilts his head eying you

“Had a little crush on me did you” you unknowing do the exact scrunch of your nose he was talking about as you tease him

“How couldn’t I, you looked in the mirror?” he gives your waist a little squeeze

“Everyday, get prettier every time just like you darling” you nuzzle your nose with his

“Merlin, I love you” he looks up at you as he cups your cheeks “I fall more and more each day”

“Likewise mister” you peck is lips before moving to nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck as you hold each other in a loving embrace “I love you Siri”

[yamanorakuen]

HC: Your Reality [Demon Brothers]

Backstory: Obey Me! is your favorite mobile game and you have fallen for one of the characters in particular, but acknowledge that they are not real. Still, in your head, you wished they were..

[Side characters vers.]

Read the headcanons below the line! :)

Lucifer:

“How I wish Lucifer was real…” You sighed as you placed your phone on your nightstand before turning around, attempting to fall asleep.

In the darkness of your room, you failed to notice a pair of gleaming red eyes gazing at your form.

The next day, you were walking down the street when a random druggie started to approach you, “Hey babe, can ya give me sum money?” The druggie asked, walking in way too close to you.

“No. Now leave me alone.” You simply stated and started to walk away from the druggie, when they grabbed your wrist harshly.

“Gimme my fuckin’ money or I’ll take it by force!” He screamed violently before suddenly his eyes rolled back in his head and he fell to the ground, fainting.

By his feet was a black feather.

Terrified, you quickly ran off before the druggie woke up again..

A few days from that incident, someone bumped into you so hard you almost fell backwards, but someone caught you in time and helped you back up. When you turned around to thank your helper, there was no one there, just a black feather.

And then one day you were sure you had forgotten your key, locking yourself out of your home, when it suddenly appeared in your pocket, alongside with a black feather.

You googled the meaning of a black feather…

“Is some kind of deity trying to reach out to me..?” You wondered out loud, “This could be a sign of Morrigan.. Louhi.. Velnias.. Or Maybe Odin? Or just generally as a sign of protection? Or maybe death? I’m so confused..” You sighed in distress.

You suddenly heard a disappointed ‘tsk’ sound from behind you, nearly pissing yourself, and you whipped around only to see an imposing man dressed in black and red right behind you. He kinda reminded you of Lucifer..

“How disappointing. I thought my message was rather clear.” Lucifer shook his head, staring right into your eyes.

“W-Who are you?! What are you doing in my house?!” You yelled and took a step back, intimidated by the man.

“You know who I am.. Just use your brain for a moment, won’t you?” The man seemed slightly humored by your reaction.

“L-Lucifer..?” you asked carefully and the man nodded, “A-are you here to kill me?! To t-take my soul?! Please spare me!” You quickly shouted and bowed down at him.

“I’m not here to kill you or take your soul, silly..” The voice suddenly spoke from much closer than before. You realized Lucifer had moved to stand right next to you, “I’ve come to take you back. You’re clearly not capable enough to take care of yourself, so you left me no other choice.” Lucifer continued before pressing a feather-light kiss to your forehead.

“Why can’t Mammon be real?” You whined quietly to yourself before throwing your phone into your backpack. You quickly grabbed a toast as you ran to your bus, nearly running late from school. You had spent the entire morning just playing Obey Me! and drooling over Mammon, so time had just flown by.

Luckily you made it to school in time and sat down at your desk, bored already. You rested your head against the desk and closed your eyes, not caring whatever it was your teacher was talking about.

But suddenly something your teacher said caught your interest, “Here’s our new exchange student, Marcus, please welcome him to our school.” You looked up and you eyes nearly bulged out of your sockets when you saw the new guy,

Tanned skin, white hair, light blue eyes.. It really reminded you of Mammon! New crush alert!

“Hey y’all, I’m Mam- um, Marcus, nice to meet ya!” Marcus greeted the class and you could hear some of the class’ popular girls giggling and whispering among themselves. How annoying.

“Marcus, there’s a free seat next to MC. You can sit there.” Your teacher said to Marcus and your face nearly combusted. He was going to be sitting next to you?! Abort abort abort!

Marcus walked to the desk next to you and slipped you a charming grin, “Hello there, MC. Wanna hang after class?” He asked and you just nodded, hardly believing your ears. The new hot guy that looked exactly like your fictional crush wanted to hang out with YOU?

During your break, Marcus pulled you into a bathroom much to your surprise. Was he going to beat you up for money or-?

“MC, ya don’t even understand how much I’ve missed ya!” The guy suddenly exclaimed and pulled you into a hug, his cheeks burning.

“Wait, do we know each other?” You asked, taken aback by his reaction.

“Of course we do! I’m the great Mammon, yer first man!” Mammon whined and held you tighter, “I’m not actually Marcus, or planning to stay at this school.. I just came here to take ya back.”

“Take me back where? I’m from here!” You cried out, feeling your face grow warmer at the words you were hearing.

“To Devildom, stupid. I know ya don’t remember our time together, but I don’t care. Yer coming with me.” Mammon spoke with determination before he started to drag you towards the.. Toilet bowl?

“Wait, why are you taking me there?! Is that really the only way?!”

“Sorry, this is the best I came up with.. But chill, it’s a portal glamored to look like a toilet, I’m not actually disgustin’ or anything’!"

“You know Leviathan, you’re the only one who understands me..” You smile sadly as you gaze at your favorite card of Leviathan in-game with a dreamy look on your face.

Suddenly your phone went off and you noticed you had received a notification for a new game that had just come out on Steam. One that you had been waiting for.

“Sweet!” You yelled and scrambled to your computer, quickly purchasing the game and installing it.

One of the characters looked a lot like Levi.. Odd, you thought, but maybe the game developers just weren’t very creative with their character design?

In the middle of your gaming session, the game suddenly glitched and the screen went white. Worried about your computer, you pressed any keys to see if your computer was still responsive.

Suddenly the game came back on; but this time it only showed the Levi-looking character, sitting opposite of you, in a room that looked a lot like Leviathan’s.

You just stared at the character, mouth agape, not knowing whether this was part of the game or not..

Suddenly the character spoke. You didn’t know this game was voice acted!

“H-Hello, MC. Do you hear me?” A familiar voice inquired. That character even sounded like Levi, how odd!

… Wait, how did the character know your name? How did he say it out loud like that? That shouldn’t be possible..

“What’s going on with this game..?” You mumbled to yourself, your finger nearing the ESC -key.

“W-Wait, don’t close the game!” the character quickly shouted, making you jump, “Please.. I was finally able to contact you.. Just hear me out, okay?” he begged and you couldn’t help but nod slowly. The character smiled at you slightly with relief in his eyes.

“I’m Leviathan, as you probably know..” Leviathan said and you nearly choked on air.

“L-Leviathan?! From Obey Me? Wait, how is that possible? That’s not your name in this game!” You spluttered, confused.

“I-I’m not originally from this game! I inserted myself in it s-so I could.. T-talk to you…” Leviathan muttered, averting his gaze, cheeks reddening.

“H-Huh? Talk to.. Me?” You questioned, feeling yourself growing flustered too.

“Y-Yes.. I’ve spent so long trying to reach you..” He sighed, looking at you longingly, “And now you’re here… Right in front of me… I can’t believe it..” A dorky smile made its way on Levi’s face as he kept looking over at you.

“How did you even know about my existence? Wait.. YOU don’t exist! How is this happening?” You freaked out more and more by the second.

“Of course I’m real! And so are you! We’re just real.. In different universes. But soon we will co-exist in the same world, you just need to believe in me..” Levi assured you with a calming voice.

You thought about it for a moment. How many times you had thought about what life would be like if the characters and events of Obey Me were real. You had actually dreamt about leaving your old life behind and living with the brothers, “.. Okay, what do I need to do?” You asked Levi.

Levi looked like he could barely believe his luck, “So you trust me?” You nodded and Levi looked like you had promised him the sun and the moon, “Okay, so, reach out your hand towards the screen and imagine yourself phasing through it.” Levi instructed you and you followed his lead. To your surprise, your hand went through the screen and you felt a cool hand taking your own firmly, “Now, take a deep breath and then hold your breath for a moment. I’ll pull you in!”

You closed your eyes and held your breath when you felt everything disappearing beneath you. The only thing you could feel was the hand holding firmly onto yours. Then you felt something broad against your chest and solid ground underneath you, so you opened your eyes again, only to meet Levi’s golden orbs.

“Y-You’re back.. I c-can’t believe you’re back..” Levi mumbled as he held you against his chest tightly, his eyes glistening.

“I would become a satanist if that only meant Satan was real..” You giggled to yourself before returning to your book. You were sitting at your local library, secretly hoping you would bump into a cute guy and accidentally start the love story of the century..

But when you continued to read your book, it seemed to be a completely different book from the one you were reading before. Confused but curious, you lost yourself within the book.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but when you looked up again, the library was quiet and dark. What had happened? Had the librarians just decided to leave you alone in the library? You got up and put the book in your bag, taking a look at your phone..

“Wait, no service? What do you mean no service?” You cursed at your phone, suddenly feeling slightly anxious.

You started to make your way out of the dark library, barely being able to see anything.. When you suddenly bumped into a tall stack of books, sending some of them flying, and the lights came back on.

You prepared yourself for the flying books, shutting your eyes close, but the impact never came. You slowly opened your eyes only to see a blonde man standing in front of you, shielding you from the books.

“Oh, thank you, and sorry for making a mess, I thought I was the only one at the libr-” You began to speak a mile a minute when the blonde man turned around and you could see his face and emerald eyes. You recognized the face immediately, “S-Satan?!” You yelled and Satan shushed you.

“Yes, it’s me. How have you been, MC?” He asked politely, smiling down at you gently, “Oh, and you’re not at the library, kitten.”

You blushed at the nickname first before realizing that two things were wrong with his statement; 1) How did he know your name and 2) How is this not a library?

Before you could ask your questions, you looked around again. This.. was not a library, no. It looked like.. A messy bedroom full of books? Kinda like Satan’s room from the game.. Huh..

“Judging from your expression, I think I owe you an explanation of what happened," Satan chuckled at your shocked face, “The book you read transported you into this world thanks to my magic. You’re now in my room, back in Devildom, just like the old days.”

“Wait.. Devildom is real?! YOU’RE real?!” You gasped and Satan nodded, “Just like the old days..? What do you mean?”

Satan’s smile never faltered, “You might not remember now, but that’s okay. We can make plenty of new memories now that you’re here with me again.”

“Damn, I wish Asmodeus actually existed so he could teachme how to apply my eyeliner..” You muttered as you attempted to draw a straight line with your eyeliner, about to leave for a party.

When you were finished, you glanced at yourself in the mirror for one last time before leaving.

The flickering, colorful lights at the club nearly blinded you as you kept dancing the night away, occasionally ordering yourself a drink, talking to strangers and trying to relax.

From the corner of your eyes, you could sometimes see this figure on the dance floor, looking at you, but when you turned around to look at them again, there was no one there.

“Am I really that drunk?” You giggled to yourself, shaking your head.

But the phenomena kept continuing. Actually, each time you noticed more of the guy staring at you; you noticed he was rather slender.. He had light brown, wavy hair.. He was about average height.. It kinda reminded you of a certain someone..

Suddenly you realized you needed to use the bathroom so you made your way towards it. Walking in, it was surprisingly deserted and dark. Kinda creepy, but whatever, at least you could pee in peace.

After finishing your business, you went to wash your hands. After that, you glanced at the mirror hanging in front of you to see if you still looked presentable.

You nearly let out a scream when you saw that there was a guy standing right behind you. Suddenly, a pair of slender arms wrapped around your waist as the guy pressed up against you.

You were ready to kick the guy on his groin, HARD, and call him out for harassment when the man spoke up.

“Well hello there, honey. Long time no see~” He purred into your ear and you recognized the voice immediately.

“A-Asmo?!” You yelped, whipping around to meet the stranger’s honey colored eyes. There was no mistaking. That was real, living, breathing Asmodeus.

“I knew you’d recognize me, doll~” Asmo giggled, still holding onto your waist, “You look so gorgeous tonight, I just want to eat you right up!” He smirked at you devilishly.

“Hold on.. Why are you here? You’re not real! Did someone spike my drink and now I’m hallucinating?!” You began to panic, looking around.

“What, no! I would never let some puny human harm my darling!” Asmo puffed his chest and cheeks, “I’m here to take you home.”

“T-this is a bit sudden, aren’t we moving a bit too fast?” You stuttered as Asmo took your hand with a smirk.

“Oh, by taking you home I meant taking you back to Devildom, nothing more, sorry!” He winked at you playfully before leaning closer to you, licking his lips “But once we get back, I can take care of you in any way you want, mkay~?”

“I wish I had a boyfriend just like Beelzebub!” You sighed as you saw a cute couple pass you by on the street on your way to a café.

You decided to be fancy today and order a cup of latte art. You told the barista to just surprise you with the picture as you ordered some carrot cake on the side.

You sat down at the table, waiting for your coffee. When it arrived, you looked at the picture.

“What a fun coincidence, that kinda looks like Beel!” You grinned at the small chibi face in the cup, not daring to drink it quite yet. You decided to take a picture of it and busied yourself with the camera, not noticing a nearing presence.

“Hey, Is this seat free? May I sit here?” A low voice asked, breaking your trance. You quickly looked up, ready to reject the guy, when your eyes landed on familiar ginger hair and purple eyes.

You nearly dropped your phone as you gawped at the tall man in front of you.

“S-Sure..” You managed to stutter. The guy nodded and put down his sports bag.

“I’m gonna order something first.. I’m famished..” The man muttered and you could practically hear his stomach grumbling.

The whole time the man was making his order, you couldn’t help but stare at him. He looked so much like Beelzebub! Not many people in the world have the combination of ginger hair and purple eyes, let alone be that tall and muscular!

The man returned to the table with a tray full of desserts, sitting down in front of you before giving you a warm smile.

“Long time no see, MC.” He smiled at you warmly, the tone of his voice making your heart flutter.

“W-What do you mean, long time no see?” You questioned in confusion, “A-and how did you know my name?!” You suddenly realized, freaking out. The man frowned at you.

“Of course I know your name. I’m Beel, remember?” He replied, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. He ate a full piece of Devil’s chocolate cake in one go.

“I know- I mean- you look a lot like this one character called Beelzebub but- he’s not real, so are you a cosplayer or-?” You stumbled with your words like an idiot.

“Cosplay? Isn’t that the thing Levi’s into?” Beel frowned and shook his head, “I’m the only real Beel, I think..” He replied with a thoughtful look before a realization hit him, “Oh! Satan did mention that you might have forgotten.. That would explain your reaction..”

“F-Forgotten what?” You asked with a silent voice. Beelzebub slipped you a sad but warm smile.

“I’ll tell you all about it when we make it home, okay?” Beelzebub said as he finished his food and got up from the table, offering you his hand, “Now come, everyone’s been waiting for you.”

“Home? Everyone? Wait, I haven’t even finished my carrot cake!” You tried to protest as Beel began to drag you out of the café.

“Don’t worry, I’ll treat you to Madame Scream’s as soon as we arrive.”

“Oh Belphegor, I just need a cuddle friend right now, why can’t you exist?” You mumbled as you were feeling cold and lonely in your bed. Somehow, you still managed to fall asleep.

Your dream of the night wasn’t that different from your usual dreams. You dreamt you were living in a world where Devildom and all of its inhabitants were real, not just part of a mobile game. You dreamt about your fun little adventures with the demon brothers and your shenanigans with the rest of the crew, too.

You loved those dreams. You really felt like you belonged there, in your dream world.

In your dream tonight, you were returning back home from RAD all alone as your usual buddies had been busy. When you got back to the House of Lamentation, it seemed quiet. Too quiet.

You walked through the halls and looked into many rooms, calling the brothers by their names. But nobody came.

You were beginning to feel anxious when you decided to check one last place; the attic.

You opened the attic door and to your relief, you saw a familiar shape under the duvet, just sleeping away.

You tiptoed to the bed and slipped in, cuddling against Belphegor, letting out a happy sigh before you closed your eyes and fell asleep.

The next time you opened them, you were still cuddled up with Belphegor. Yawning, you tried to get up but Belpghegor’s grip on you was too strong.

“Mmh.. Can’t we sleep a bit longer?” Belphie mumbled sleepily, “I did so much work, and now I’m tired..”

You chuckled at his words, “You did a lot of work by skipping school?” You teased him. You saw one purple eye slowly opening, looking up at you.

“No.. I worked hard by bringing you back here.. It wasn’t easy, you know?” Belphie explained groggily and pulled you in closer.

“What are you talking about? Oh, I’m still sleeping, aren’t I?” You realized and pinched yourself. To your surprise, it stung. “Ouch!”

Belphegor chucked at your antics, “You idiot… You’re not sleeping… I brought you back to our world while you were dreaming about me..”

“Back to your world? Wait, does that mean-?!” You gasped and began to thrash and look around curiously. Belphie sighed and pulled you back down.

“Yes. You’re in Devildom. You might have forgotten everything, but I haven’t, and neither have my brothers..” Belphie muttered and buried his face into the crook of your neck, “but forget about them for a while, okay? We can meet them together later.. Now I just need to sleep for a bit longer, so stay put..”

~*~

A/N: Thank you for reading this far! Feel free to comment your favoite scenario below :) Also yes, the title and partially the idea for these imagines are inspired by Doki Doki Literature Club.

[hiddens-eden]

The Last Tune (Emmett Cullen x Male!Reader) Pt 1

Paring; Emmett Cullen x Male Reader + Cullen Family x Male Reader (PLATONIC)

Warning: Cursing, Abuse, Tramua, Angst

Pronouns; He/Him

Spelling checked; No

Summary; Y/N is a quiet boy that's had his fair share of physical and emotional trauma, so he loves to keep to himself. He barely interacts with anyone unless needed and prefers to listen to music and sketch in peace. So imagine his surprise when some of the most popular kids in school want to be around him! They heard him singing along with his music and were immediately entranced. One of them in particular has his eyes set on him. Though, they are not the only ones who have an interest in Y/N.

A/N; Hello, my little Otaku's! Welcome to my first fic! I hope you enjoy, and feedback is always appreciated! Just be kind! I'm sorry if it seems at all rushed! On my next stories I do plan on switching PoV's so it'll be easier to write and more entertaining. Enjoy!

"Who are they?"a dark haired girl asked her friend that was sitting just across from their lunch table

"Those are some of the most popular people in school, the Cullen's. Not only are they hot as hell, but they're charming to boot! They do disappear for long periods of time, which gives them an air of mystery."

At the Cullen's table, they softly chuckled at the description the new girl was given. After all, it's only natural considering what they are. They are a being talked about in many fantasy tales. Known for their taste for blood. Vampires, a creature of the night that feasts on humans. However, they in particular don't drink human blood

They went back to softly talking to each other, but a few minutes later something caught their attention. A soft voice echoed in their eardrums. It was enchanting and beautiful, it was like nothing they've ever heard of. They all simultaneously started looking around for the source of the pleasant sound when the new girl asked about someone else.

"Who is that?" she asked, pointing to a table where a boy sat by himself

"Oh! That's (Y/N), (L/N)! He doesn't talk much, but when he does, you can't help but feel so tranquil and at peace!"

That caught the vampire's attention, and they whipped their heads to where the brunette was pointing. Noticing that that was where the sound is coming from.

"What do you mean?"

"His voice is so soft, like silk! But it has a sort of firmness to it! That's not the only thing, though. He is so kind, adorable, and smart as well! He even helps who ask for him to tutor them. His personality makes everyone want to be around him!"

That rose some questions in the vampires heads. If he is that well-liked, why is no one sitting near him?

"Then why is he alone?"

~The vampires will have to thank the new girl for asking so many questions~

"Well, whenever people come near him, he gets anxious and tries to get away as soon as possible. Someone grabbed him on accident, and he started having a panic attack, falling to the ground, and hyperventilating."

The Cullen's were a little shocked when they heard this. That wasn't normal for sure

"Holy shit. Was he okay?"

"Yeah, he was sent home early. But, some students saw his face as he was leaving and said that he looked terrified. We think something is going on where he lives, though we can't know for sure" she shrugged

"Once he came to school the next day, he was wearing long-sleeves. I thought it was weird considering he never wore them before, but the rest of the school shrugged it off as it being in the winter months making it reasonable. The person apologized the next day and (Y/N) just said it was fine, and he just likes being alone, so now that's what we do"

Right when the girl finished, the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. Making everyone get up and start to throw away their trash and head to class. All except one person...

"I don't think he heard the bell" Emmett said

"Gee, none of us would've guessed!" Rosalie responded, causing the other Cullen's to chuckle

Suddenly, Jasper's sight shifted to his wife Alice because he felt her stiffening up, a tell-tale sign of her power activating. The other vampires looked at her as well, waiting for her to relay what she saw. After a little bit she came to and, slowly, turned to Emmett grinning

"Emmett, why don't you go over and tell him class is about to start? Maybe even ask him to tutor you! We all know you need it." she remarked, still grinning

Starting to understand why she was acting like the way she was, Emmett sighed, wanting to protest, but he knew Alice's visions almost always came true, or they would end at the same conclusion.

He made his way over to where the boy was sitting

"Remember not to grab him!" Alice semi-shouted from where she was standing

Emmett waved her off, still approaching (Y/N)

He gently tapped (Y/N)'s shoulder, making the smaller boy jump in surprise and what Emmett can only assume is fear

(Y/N) turned his head around fast enough to give him whiplash and that's when he met the golden eyes of the person that startled him

He took his earbud out before speaking, "I-Is there s-something I can do for you?" (Y/N) asked shakily

Emmett stood there for a moment. He had never seen someone so hot and cute at the same time. The girl was right, too. His voice is the embodiment of angelic. Emmett took this chance to take in all the boys features, from his soft (S/C) skin that reflected the light of the cafeteria. To his intoxicating (E/C) eyes that he could get lost in over and over again. Emmett felt a small pull to (Y/N), and he knew exactly what it meant.

“H-hello? Are you alright?” (Y/N) asked

“I-I um…class is about to start…”

(Y/N) looked at the time and blushed

“So it is…” (Y/N) stood up and started collecting his things “T-thanks for letting me know” (Y/N) stood to leave but was stopped as Emmett stood in front of him

“I was wondering if you could help me study for chemistry? I’m currently failing” Emmett chuckled, rubbing the back of his head

"I-I don't mind, where should we meet?"

"How about the Library after school?"

(Y/N) smiled the slightest bit "Sounds good, now if you don't mind I need to get to class" and with that (Y/N) left the cafeteria heading to his next class. Emmett slowly rejoined his family, still in awe from the recent interaction.

Jasper grinned from the emotions Emmett was emulating

"It seems Emmett is very interested in that guy"

"Hell yeah I am! Did you see him?!"

"We did" Edward answered him, "But"

"But what?" Emmett asked

"I can't read his mind, same with the new girl"

"Does that mean they're a supernatural?" Rosalie asked

"No, they aren't. The new girl is a weird case, but (Y/N) seems to just have fantastic mental walls and barriers. Which is concerning..."

"Then I'll have to break them" Emmett smirked

The rest of the Cullen's let out a collective sigh as they made their way to their respective classes. Still wondering what was going on with the mysterious (Y/N).

The final bell rang, indicating the end of the school day. Students started to funnel out of their classes and into the hallways. Emmett was waiting outside (Y/N)'s classroom, ready to head to the library.

After waiting awhile of waiting, (Y/N) came out of the classroom books and binder in hand

"Hey"

(Y/N) jumped and turned around to see Emmett, a look of relief claimed his face

"You ready to go?"

"Y-yeah"

As they made their way to the library, they made some just talked about their interests and things of that nature, eventually arriving at their destination. After they settled in their seats with the necessary books, they started the study session.

Emmett found it cute, they way (Y/N) would nervously try and help him understand the complex formula's and equations. After a few explanations, (Y/N) sat down and started to work on his homework. Unconsciously, (Y/N) started to sing to himself, making Emmett perk up and look at him.

"You're a good singer"

(Y/N) blushed, "Thanks...but others don't think so..."

"Are you kidding me?!" Emmett stood up, causing (Y/N) to jump a little, "Your voice is amazing!"

(Y/N) blushed at the praise he was given. He'd never been complimented before, so this was new to him.

"Thank you" (Y/N) smiled, making Emmett's cold and dead heart swell with something he's never felt before

"N-no problem" Emmett said before sitting down, and starting to work again, still thinking of that cute-ass smile

Soon, the sun started to set and that was their cue to wrap things up.

"Could you tutor me again tomorrow? If you're free, that is" Emmett asked

"Sure, I should be open. Meet here after school?"

"Deal"

"Then I'll see you tomorrow" (Y/N) smiled at Emmett before walking to his place

To say Emmett was giddy is an understatement. He was over the moon. Not only did he get to be tutored by his adorable mate, but he also got him to open up and be more relaxed around him! He made his way back to his own house and entered with his head still stuck in the clouds. Unaware of the fact that the whole family was sitting in the living room

"It seems that Emmett had an amazing time" Jasper couldn't help but let out his own smile from Emmett's emotions

"Something good happen, Emmett?" Carlisle asked, intrigued by Jasper's comment

"I think he's the one"

"The One?" Esme questioned

Alice snickered, clearly happy that her vision seemed to have came true

"My mate" Emmett replied, still thinking about the fun time he had studying with (Y/N)

"Congrats!! But, make sure you claim him before anyone else!" Esme explained

"He's not an object, Esme" Carlisle chastised

"I know, but humans may not understand their feelings"

"I just have to take things slow. I don't want to scare him off"

~Next Day at School~

"Hey (Y/N)!"

"Hmm? Oh, hey Emmett!" (Y/N) smiled sweetly

As Emmett got closer to (Y/N) he noticed a very distinct smell coming from the boy. "(Y/N) are you alright?" he asked concern lacing his voice

(Y/N) visibly tensed and started to shake slightly. "U-um ye-yeah? I'm f-fine"

Emmett was less than convinced. He needed to know who or what hurt his mate, so he could end it's pitiful existence, then and there. Though, he decided not to add anymore fuel to the fire...yet.

"If you say so. We should head to to class"

"Yeah"

"Are we still on for tonight?"

"If you still want to, then yes" (Y/N) smiled at Emmett causing him to absolutely gush at his adorableness

"Yep! Totally!" (Y/N) chuckled at Emmett's response

While heading to class they just talked about whatever was on their minds. Well, mostly Emmett since (Y/N) is a closed off little bean <3. But, that didn't stop either of them from enjoying themselves. Even once they where in class they softly whispered to each other. Their teacher didn't care much because (Y/N) is a model student and Emmett is a popular kid (you know those teachers that try and get in with the cool kids? Yeah, that's their teacher). When they went their seperate way's for their second block (Y/N) though that was it, like all of the other people he's tutored. He just thought Emmett was being kind and he'd see him after school for their study session. But he was proven wrong at lunchtime.

(Y/N) was eating by himself at a table listening to music and singing along softly when he felt vibrations coming from next to him. He looked over to not only see Emmett, but the whole Cullen entourage in tow. He was shocked to say the very least.

"Can we sit here?"

Collecting himself he responded with a soft "Yeah". The Cullen's then sat down, Emmett sitting on your right and Alice on your left. She squealed and looked twoards you "I've wanted to actually talk to you for a while now! Emmett talks about you and your singing too! I hope I can hear you one day!" This, this was how (Y/N).exe has stopped working. You where an embarassed blushing mess while looking at Emmett in mock betrayal. 'He talks about me?' you thought. He just smirked enjoying your cuteness.

"Ahh!!! He's soo adorable!!" Now you were a even darker red. Only provoking Alice more as she got slightly closer to you. You were about to curl in on yourself when you felt that you were being griped by the waist and pulled into a solid chest.

"Alice, your going to make him explode" Emmett said slightly, just slightly defensive

She laughed "My my what about you then?"

"What do you mean?"

"Look down, bonehead" Rosalie butted in amused

Emmett did what she said and saw you an absolute wreck. If a cherry was a person it would be you at this point-

Now he was trying to compose himself. The sight of both of you made everyone at the table start chuckling. After that whole fiasco you got to know Emmett's family and started to enjoy their presence. Something you never really had the pleasure of experiencing...

Over the next few weeks, Emmett did everything he could to be even remotely close to (Y/N). They would do studying sessions at the library, and after they would get something to eat. Well, only (Y/N) did. He thought it was weird Emmett never ate anything, but Emmett assured (Y/N) that he was eating well. They would often go to parks and just have fun too. However, all fun things come to an end. When one day (Y/N) didn't show up to school. Emmett just thought (Y/N) got a cold, but soon days turned to weeks and he was getting worried. He didn't know where (Y/N) lived so he couldn't go to his house and see if he was alright, but one day Carlise came home a little later than usual which was not unnoticed by his family.

"You're back late" Esme commented

"Well there is a teenager in critical condition. He came in with severe lacerations all over his body and what seemed to be marks of repeated tramua as well. He came in a couple of weeks ago and was in a coma until he flatlined earlier this morning" Carlise took off his doctor coat and placed it on the chair making his way to Esme. As he stood next to her he looked over to see his "children" with wide eyes

"Is something wrong?" Carlise asked a bit worried

"When did that patient come into the hospital?" Emmett asked urgently

"(Date). Why?"

With that all of the vampires stood up and started to get ready to go to the hospital

"What's wrong? Where are you guys going?" Esme asked

"That's most likely my mate" Emmett replied, making it clear he was irritated

"Well then what are we waiting for?" Esme rushed everyone out the door and to the hospital

At the hospital, they made their way to the room (Y/N) was at. Once there, Carlisle motioned for Emmett to enter first. Emmett went in and was shocked by what he saw. (Y/N) had many tubes attached to him. His body was wrapped in bandages and his breathing was hitching. Emmett walked over to the resting (Y/N) and reached out for his hand, grasping it softly. He rubbed his thumb over the boy's knuckles in a reassuring manner, then sat down next to the bed, still holding (Y/N)'s hand. He could only think about how much he failed his mate. How could he let this happen? He knew there was something going on, but he did nothing? He turned a blind eye to it all. How can he face (Y/N) when he wakes up? Emmett's thoughts were interrupted by someone's voice

"Who are you?"

"I should be asking you that" Emmett replied

"I'm (Y/N)'s boyfriend"

With that, Emmett's world stopped. Boyfriend? How? Why? Was I to late? Emmett turned to (Y/N) conflicted, but that's when he saw the heart monitor. His heart rate was not that high a while ago.

"Can you leave me with my boyfriend?" (B/F/N) asked harshly

Emmett reluctantly stood up and made his way to the door, but not before taking one last look at (Y/N). Once he was out of the room, Emmett started walking down the hallway back to his family.

"Who was that guy that went in there?" Rosalie went up to Emmett

"Apparently, he's (Y/N)'s boyfriend"

The Cullen's looked at Emmett in sadness and pity, but they noticed something

"You don't seem that bothered about it" Jasper said

"Well, before he came in, (Y/N)'s heart rate was normal, but when he spoke his heart rate rose"

"So, you think-"

"Yeah, his 'boyfriend' must've done that to him"

"That's awful" Esme covered her mouth in shock

"We can't really do anything if we don't have proof though" Alice said irritated

"Then we'll just have to get some" Emmett smirked, making the other Cullen's nod

They made their plan's and put them on hold until you were sent home. In the meantime, Emmett came to visit whenever your 'boyfriend' was never there and if he was, Carlisle was keeping a closer eye on you than normal. He also noticed that (B/F/N) would only ever sit in the chair across the room and when he would glance at you a look of disgust would be present on his face. This further solidified his resolve to get you out of that situation.

~A few days later while Emmett is visiting you~

"We're going to help you (Y/N), Everything will be better soon" Emmett reassured the sleeping male whilst holding his hand. He then felt (Y/N) clench his hand and looked up to see those beautiful (E/C) orbs opening

"Em-"

"Shh, don't strain yourself yet" Emmett stood up and pressed the 'call' button just above (Y/N)'s head before sitting back down

"Where-"

"The hospital...can you tell me what happened to you?"

After a brief pause, (Y/N) shook his ever so slightly

"That's fine, just tell me when you're ready" Emmett smiled sweetly. He saw (Y/N)'s face contort into sadness as he started crying. "I-I'm sorry f-for worrying you" (Y/N) choked out between sobs. Emmett couldn't see him cry like this, so he started to comfort and reassure the other male. "You'll be okay...I won't let you get hurt anymore..."

A/N: I really hope you liked it! Please tell me your thoughts! Sorry it took way longer than I said! I will now be working on the requests I have gotten and a new series I've conjured up ;)By my little Otaku's!!

[binxyu]

Being the main writer for the college paper made it particularly hard for people not to be in your business because, well, you were in their’s. Thus, everyone in the school was aware of your relationship with Juyeon and Hyunjae. But, that doesn’t stop a flirty athlete from hitting on you.

>>Pairing: Lee Jaehyun x Lee Juyeon (doms) x fem!reader (sub) | athletes!jaehyun and juyeon x writer!reader

>>Word Count: 4.3k

>>Genre: Oneshot / Requested / Smut

>>Warnings/Kinks: Choking, creampie, cum eating, cum play, double penetration, exhibitionism/public sex, harassment (not from the boys), marking, oral (giving + receiving), possessiveness, praise, saliva, and unprotected sex

The reminder you had set on your phone was not enough to take your focus off the man in front of you.

Truth be told, you were quite forgetful for a person with such a tight schedule.

Writing on your hand was tried. It didn’t really work considering you washed your hands consistently throughout the day (damn the germs in colleges), smudging the ink to an unreadable blur on your hand.

Thankfully, that’s how you had met your boyfriends. Yeah, plural. There’s an s there.

You had been rushing towards an assignment you had been given for the paper. It was a request to interview some of the top students in the music department and damn late wasn’t even enough of a word to describe how long ago you were supposed to be there.

Showing up a couple hours late resulted in most of the students already gone, hiding away in their dorms for the afternoon.

But, there were two students still waiting for you. Lee Jaehyun (although he likes people to call him Hyunjae) and Lee Juyeon.

They were your saving grace for your paper and, in return, you let them take you out on a date.

Now, months later, your relationship with them still ran strong.

But, apparently your hearing didn’t because the reminder sound on your phone didn’t even register as you write down practically everything the athlete was telling you.

He actually was a classmate of your’s and a pretty popular one at that. The whole school practically knew about him.

“And that’s how I beat the record”, you nodded sweetly, keeping that signature interviewer smile on your face. It did a fantastic job of getting people to open up and this guy was no exception.

“So, one last question, are you dating anyone?”, you weren’t asking for yourself. Especially not when you were already quite... busy... with the two men you were already dating. It was more for the majority of the female population in the school who did like him.

Besides, everyone in the school knew about you and, more specifically, your polyamorous relationship. It wasn’t seen everyday to be fair. You three stuck out like a sore thumb.

“No, I haven’t really been looking”, bullshit. You had been to the football games, the man loved to rile up the crowd. He practically chucked his shirt into a girl’s face the other night when it was “too hot”.

It was just above 50 degrees that night.

“I see. Thank you for the interview”, you smiled and he nodded, smiling back at you before a lightbulb seemed to go off in his mind.

“Are you looking?”, he must have noticed the shocked expression you had because his hand encased your’s, seemingly trying to soothe you as his thumb traced the back of your hand.

All it did was make you more anxious.

“No, sorry, I’m not. I’m actually taken”, there goes that reminder again but you ignored it. It was probably just your reminder to take your gummy vitamins or something stupid the boys put in there because they cared. Maybe a little too much sometimes.

“Oh, by who?”, it wasn’t a curious question. He didn’t believe you. His tone said it.

“By us”, uh oh.

Turning around, you were met with your two lovers. They hovered over you like angry wolves and you could only feel like a little lamb underneath them.

The athlete had flirted with you before and that only made the situation more intense. Of course the football player knew about your relationship. It just didn’t seem to matter to him.

Until, well, now you guess.

“You didn’t come”, shit. So, that was the reminder?

You had a date with them after this interview and it completely flew out of your mind like a paper lost in the wind.

“Sorry, I lost track of time”, they nodded and, for a moment, you thought you saw their eyes soften as they look at you but they just returned back to those icy cold stares.

Even the muscular athlete was scared. Everyone knew how possessive your boyfriends were.

It was pretty obvious after a particularly ignorant party animal laid his drunk hands on you. Before he could do anything else, he was already thrown on the floor with Juyeon’s fist landing on his cheek while Hyunjae pulled you back into his chest like he was some kind of shield.

It was hot, you weren’t going to lie, but it did make you a little worried for people you truly did just want to be friends with.

“Hey, babies, let’s go. Let’s go have our date now”, you placed each of your hands on their chests. It was a gentle move that always seemed to calm them and you smiled as you felt their heartbeats slow down, your own starting to match theirs as you felt it through your hands.

“Fine but you”, Hyunjae pointed with precision at the man, “stay away from her. She doesn’t like you and she’s said no multiple times. She’s ours” the man finally nodded and ran off while you were stuck standing there with a wave of arousal shooting to your core.

Ignore it. You can’t be walking around with marks again-

The internal scold fell short as the boys wrapped you up in a hug. You could practically feel the warmth from their anger coming off of them in waves.

“Next time listen to your reminders. We set them for you for a reason”, Hyunjae scolded you, grabbing your phone to turn off the pesky sound. You really didn’t hear it. Maybe your hearing does need to be checked.

“I know I know. I’m forgetful”, you pout and the boys looked at it, wanting nothing more than to kiss your pouty lips until they’re swollen. Juyeon just chuckles instead and ruffles your hair sweetly.

It was such a sharp contrast to how cold he looked a minute ago but you were used to it. They were usually cold to others but were exceptionally sweet to you.

Well, most of the time.

“Come on, dory. We’ve got to get outside”, that’s always been Hyunjae’s favorite nickname for you. Sadly, you couldn’t argue that it didn’t suit you.

Sometimes you even forget what your name is.

“Okay”, you nodded and held their hands, walking securely in between them. You always did feel safe with your boyfriends and being without them was honestly terrifying. They were like your bodyguards.

Out in the beautiful field of the campus was a little picnic blanket, laid out with plenty of your favorite foods.

They always loved to spoil you and, while the sight in front of you wasn’t much of a surprise considering it was their favorite form of dates, it made you happy nonetheless.

“Aw, thank you boys”, you gave them both a peck on the cheek and sat down. You weren’t much for public displays of affection.

Hand holding? That was fine. It was their way of saying that you were their’s. But, the bigger things like kissing or hugging? That was more of a private thing for you.

Those were actions you did when the three of you could safely display your love for one another without being judged because, let’s be honest, you’re not much of the outgoing type.

Sure, you have to talk to lots of people for your writing, but that didn’t mean you liked to. You actually liked to keep to yourself.

It was odd considering Hyunjae and Juyeon were quite popular due to their singing skills. Everyone wanted them but they only had their eyes set on you.

They helped you sit down, filling up your plate with delicious treats that almost had you drooling. You just realized how hungry you were when your stomach let out the most obnoxious growl you had ever heard.

Okay- maybe you also forget to take care of yourself. When you’re busy the last thing on your mind is what your body wants. Just the task at hand is important.

“Dory, do we need to start setting reminders for food and stuff too?”, Hyunjae shook his head as Juyeon handed you the plate of food. You quickly shook your head back, taking a bite of the fruit sitting on the plate in your lap.

“No, I just got busy. I’m not too hungry”, Hyunjae looked at you with the most untrusting look. He knew you and he knew that you frequently “got busy” and that meant you frequently forgot to take those vitamins or to at least drink water.

As you ate, you started to circle the important details you had written down during the interview, making a clear note in your head to add those facts into the paper.

Sad thing was: the athlete barely gave you anything to work with. Most of it was just bragging or hitting on you.

“What an asshole”, you sighed and rested your forehead on Juyeon’s shoulder. He simply chuckled and started to run his fingers through your hair. You weren’t a saint by any means but cussing was rare. You found it to be a bad habit in public while you swore like a sailor in the safety of your bedroom.

“Frustrated?”, Hyunjae asked, rubbing your back with his large palm, working the knot he knew you had. They really did know your body so well.

“Yeah, he didn’t really give me anything to work with. Just flirting”, you didn’t mean to let the last part slip out. It was just what you thinking about and sometimes that filter in your brain was clogged with all the useless information you kept there.

“Maybe you could do your report on someone else?”, surprisingly, the response was calm and you had to let out a sigh of relief.

“Maybe. I’d have to ask”, you were the writer for the school but it didn’t mean you had free will. Everything had to be ran by someone else. Every decision.

“Alright, I’d feel much more comfortable if you didn’t have to talk to that guy again”, you nodded in agreement.

God forbid something go right because weeks later, after one failed attempt at switching stories, you were put on the athlete’s case once again. This time it was because he was the reason the school won against their rivals.

So, there you sat on the desk chair. You had just finished your journalism class and, ironically, the jerk was in the class with you. You both just agreed to do the interview in the classroom.

You had already told the boys about it and they promised to check in soon. You were worried but also thankful. Your gut had an awful feeling about this guy.

As you were reaching for your notepad and pen, a hand stopped you. It was wrapped around your wrist and you looked up in surprise to see the athlete’s eyes sparkling with mischief.

That can’t be good.

“Come on, no one has denied me before. Why won’t you go out with me?”, it made you scoff and you yanked your wrist from his cold, rubbing the red flesh with your other hand.

“Because I’m taken. So, drop it”, that seemed to strike a nerve. He looked furious and fear flowed through your body when he got up.

Before he could reach you, a hand gripped the collar of his shirt, lifting him up and throwing him out of the room. Juyeon rushed to you, gently wiping away tears with his thumbs.

Wait- you were crying? You hadn’t even noticed.

Hyunjae seemed to take the high road and just simply shut the door in the student’s face, locking him out.

They honestly rarely fought but when they did it was brutal. That’s why they tried to never do it in front of you.

“Are you okay? He didn’t touch you?”, you reassured him you were fine by letting him look you over, his eyes quickly looking over you as if you had some hidden life threatening injury.

After some time, you were already feeling better. The boys had made it their mission to make you laugh as much as possible in the classroom, doing silly dances and even tickling you. They just loved your laugh too much.

“Baby, I have an idea for your newspaper”, Hyunjae looked a little dazed. Well, more than dazed. You couldn’t blame him considering you had all been playing a game of cards and you sucked so fucking bad at it. Therefore, your little game of stripping if you lost resulting in the boys completely clothed while you sat there completely bare.

“And what is that?”, you shivered as the cold air hit your back. Juyeon pulled you in between his legs and wrapped his arms around you in an attempt to keep you warm. Plus, his hold was barely below your breasts and he truly did love those.

“Make it a smut”, you gasped when Hyunjae connected his lips with your’s harshly, a little more rough than usual. Then, it hit you, they held all that anger in just to use it on you.

While you would never actually write a smut for the school paper (unless you really wanted to be fired), you liked to idea of using it to rile them up. They loved your writing and, more specifically, the wonderful sex scenes you wrote.

Anytime you were busy, you’d write them one and then you’d be happy to oblige to their request to act it out when you got back to your dorm. Sometimes they were short scenes and sometimes they were long. Either way, the boys were happy to help you fulfill your fantasies.

The only difference today is that there is no prompt. They get to make up the story themselves.

“Do you want me to tell everyone how good you two fuck me? How well you stretch me out?”, just your words alone had Juyeon’s erection desperately trying to escape the confinement of his jeans. You could feel the bulge against your back and you watched as the wetness started to coat your thighs.

“Yes, tell everyone how good we make you feel”, you nodded in agreement and looked at the door, thankful that there was no windows uncovered in the room.

Finally, feeling safe, you turned around and started to unzip Juyeon’s jeans, pulling it down his legs along with his boxers. You simply tossed them, watching them land on the surface of one of the desks.

Hyunjae wasn’t far behind, removing his own clothes and doing a similar action to them, discarding them as if they were the trash beneath his feet.

“Turn around”, you nodded, turned your body back around and you immediately knew what he wanted. You leaned down to make yourself level with his cock, your eyes running over the veins and the angry red tip. Your ass was right where the man wanted it, high up in front of him.

Your lips wrapped around his shaft, running your tongue along the sides to coat it in your saliva. It always made the movements a bit easier. Juyeon groaned and dove his tongue down your slit, suckling at your clit once he reached it.

The moan you let out sent a vibration through his sensitive tip, causing his thighs to shake slightly. It was a beautiful sight.

Not forgetting about your other boyfriend, you looked up to make eye contact with Hyunjae. He licked his lips as he watched you practically gag on the large cock that belonged to Juyeon.

He was always a bit of a voyeur and, as much as he loved the sight, he couldn’t wait any longer. He sat on his knees next to you and moved his own cock closer to your mouth.

Hyunjae was bigger than Juyeon, stretching you out beyond belief but Juyeon was longer, hitting your cervix with every thrust. Both were a perfect mix of pleasure and pain. Different but well balanced.

You brought your head back, releasing Juyeon from your mouth and you replaced where your mouth had been with your hand, jerking the man off. A long string of saliva connected your mouth to his but you couldn’t care because Hyunjae’s dick was far too tempting to forget.

You wrapped your mouth around his cock now, feeling your jaw lock slightly from the sheer volume you had taken in. He was just as delicious as the previous one and you couldn’t help yourself from sucking him like he was your favorite lollipop. To be honest, he was.

Juyeon slipped a finger inside of your dripping cunt and you whimpered, listening to the sound of your pussy clenching around the digit, soaking it in your wetness.

“I think she can take both of us now”, you stopped for a moment, a little surprised. Sure, you three had discussed double penetration but you never really felt ready. Could you really handle that much?

Maybe you could.

“Let’s do it”, your words came out muffled since you were still infatuated with the taste of Hyunjae’s dick. The boys smirked at one another and Hyunjae gripped your hair to pull you off of him. Your hand instinctively let go of Juyeon’s dick too, missing the feeling of having something to play with.

You never liked to sit still but you knew you probably were going to have to after this session.

“Up here then, baby”, Hyunjae chuckled as you yelped, his arms under your body as he laid you across the desk. You winced when a pencil sharpener landed on the floor off the desk, probably breaking into pieces.

How had no one heard you before this? You had no idea.

Juyeon got up off the floor, rushing to Hyunjae’s side. Hyunjae held your thigh and pushed it open more, taking in the beautiful sight of your glistening pussy. It was his favorite work of art and Juyeon wanted nothing more than to continue the feast he was in the middle of.

“Alright, we’ll go one at a time, okay? If we need to stop then tell us. You okay with this still?”, Juyeon asked softly. Despite how cold they were, they still asked for permission and it was especially important now.

“I’m okay with it. I’ll tell you if you have to stop”, you nodded and looked up at the two. Fuck, you were so lucky.

They both had little stars in their eyes whenever they looked at you and it always reminded you that they were indeed your stars. Those little stars in their eyes only lit up when they looked at you.

Hyunjae decided to go first as the bigger of the two, gently easing his way into you. The stretch was slightly uncomfortable at first but no longer painful. You had adjusted to both of them rather quickly solo but together? That may be a bit harder.

Right when he brushed against that specific spot inside of you, you covered your mouth and moaned, gripping the edge of the desk.

Hyunjae watched you, smirking when he realized you were already becoming overwhelmed with pleasure. He loved watching you try to hold onto anything to keep your grounded to reality. He always seemed to bring you to cloud 9.

“All in. Now you’ll take Juyeon too, right? You’ll be a good girl and take him too?”, you nodded obediently and looked between your legs, noticing that Hyunjae had completely bottomed out inside of you. You already seemed so full, a bulge present in your stomach from where Hyunjae had settled.

Truly, no one could make you feel this good with so little effort but them.

Juyeon gripped your other thigh and pressed small kisses there, a gentle reminder that it was okay to stop him. That he loved you.

He sucked a few marks to the skin, making you whine because once they start they don’t stop. You’ll be covered in marks by the end of the hour.

Once you were spread wider, almost completely folded, Juyeon guided his cock in beside Hyunjae’s. Now, that hurt.

“Slower! Slower please”, Juyeon quickly nodded, noticing that your eyes were watering. He gently wiped them away and stayed still for a moment so you could get used to the stretch. When you nodded, he slowly moved again and you felt your vagina quickly adjust to the size. Like you were made to handle both.

And, now, you couldn’t stop moaning under your hand. It did very little to muffle the noises but it was your only hope of not getting caught.

Hyunjae was pressed against your g-spot as Juyeon had taken it upon himself to settle his tip against your cervix. And, inside of you, their cocks rubbed against each other in an unspoken competition to see who could go deeper.

Of course, Juyeon would win that category but that didn’t matter to Hyunjae.

Both watched their bulges in your stomach as one pulled out and pushed back in. Then, they started alternating until you were so stretched out that they could move together in perfect unison.

The sounds of skin slapping filled the room as they fucked you raw, sharing you in the most perfect way. Everything felt so good that you could already feel the knot forming in your stomach, begging to be released and coat their cocks in your cum.

“You like it, hm? Does it feel good?”, Juyeon teased as he watched your eyes roll back and your nails dig into the wood beneath you. You nodded but your love didn’t like that. He gripped your throat, squeezing it slightly right where he needed to.

The blissful feeling only became more unbearable as you felt some oxygen escape your throat. Tears spilled down your cheeks before he let go, allowing you to breathe.

“Yes! Fuck, I love it!”, the boys leaned down to suck marks all over your breasts, stomach, and hips. Still easy to hide but you knew that wasn’t going to last long.

Their hips snapped against your core as they moved, Hyunjae’s pelvis bone rubbing against your clit perfectly. It made your mouth hang open in a tiny scream and you couldn’t hold it anymore, squirting all over the two as you came.

You had never done that and you were scared that they would hate it but the bright smiles on their faces made you relax. It made you feel good and that’s all that mattered to them.

As the thrusts continued, you squirmed from the overstimulation and Juyeon had to pin you down by your wrists to keep you from falling off the desk.

Their movements became more sloppy and they came together, filling up your clenching cunt with their cum. You felt way too full with all of it and their cocks still inside of you, tapping Juyeon’s arm in a silent plea.

He understood and nodded at Hyunjae, the both of them pulling out to milk the rest of their orgasm’s on whatever they could find. Your thighs, clit, stomach, chest, arms, etc. You looked like the filthiest thing they’ve ever seen and they couldn’t be more proud.

Juyeon put his clothes back on and went out to grab a towel from the locker room as Hyunjae just stared at the cum spilling out of you and down the side of the unfortunate wooden desk.

He seemed to be deep in thought as you tried to breathe correctly, his finger entering your hole without warning and you looked down to see him pull it out. He looked you dead in the eye as he licked off the mixture of cream, humming happily when he found out he loved the taste.

“We taste delicious together”, he leaned down and held your ankles as he started to lap at the cum dripping out of you, eating it up like it was a five star meal. You shivered from the feeling of his warm muscle meeting your cold skin as he licked you clean, licking his lips every time he came up for air.

“How in the world am I going to write an article when that is in my head?”, you motioned to the sight of the cum dripping down his chin. His lips were swollen and his brown locks stuck to his forehead from the sweat. He looked ravishing.

“Smut”, he popped the m for emphasis and you shook your head, letting him kiss you so you could taste it too. It tasted like the best mixture of fruit and you found yourself diving your tongue in his mouth for more.

“Oh yeah, we definitely have to stay together if this is how good we taste”, you giggled and Juyeon had entered just in time to get a taste too. He kissed you, swirling his tongue inside of your mouth before he pulled away. He licked his lips and acted as if he was critiquing a meal.

“I’d have to give my thanks to the chef”, he joked and you smiled, letting out a little chuckle as you tried to sit up but your legs were not having it and neither were your boyfriends.

They rubbed your thighs as you laid back down, trying to ease the soreness in them. Juyeon kissed your hand lovingly and your heart swelled from all the love you felt for the two.

You had no doubt that they were really the ones you were going to spend your life with.

“Looks like the school newspaper is going to have to wait. Unless you feel like writing on a cum stained desk”, Hyunjae chuckled and you huffed, knowing that that paper was definitely not going to be done by its due date.

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Vicious

Part IV

Pairing: Steve x reader, Bucky x reader, Thor x reader, Loki x reader, Peter x reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, possessiveness, theft, all characters are adults.

Words: 1880.

Summary: Transferring to Stark Academy that has only allowed to take in female students last semester, you realize you are just one of three young women among hundreds of students. Your things are constantly being stolen, and soon you begin fearing for your safety.

Part I

Part II

Part III

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After you came back to your room, you got a message from Steve about changing the locks on both you door and your locker. You were so taken aback by today's conversation in the student council room that you had completely forgotten about it. Apparently, Steve had already requested the change of locks on your behalf through email, and you were really grateful to him for that: you dreaded coming back to the room that had been forced open. Of course, tonight you would have to move your dresser to the door so that nobody could enter when you'd be sleeping.

Shit. It was absolutely crazy.

"I'm not sure about all this, Steve." You texted him while laying on your bed and staring at your phone in the darkness of the room. "It doesn't seem right."

Naturally, you meant the fake dating thing. It felt horrible thinking of what others would think after seeing you with five different guys. Would they be calling you a whore in the open? Make some nasty jokes behind your back? Report you to the school administration for immoral behavior? Remembering those bigots from the student office, you cringed at the thought.

Besides, it still didn't make sense to you why you had to date all five. Sure, if they were around you at all times like your friends, these unhinged bastards who stole your things wouldn't do anything funny again, but it wasn't like that. What could one guy do against a group of other students?

"Listen, I didn't want to talk about it in class, but I'm worried it won't end with a stolen lingerie."

You didn't like his message.

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean. They might attempt something much worse than a theft."

Oh no. Was he talking about rape? Seriously? Did he anticipate others were so crazy they would do something like that?

But then again, girls were being raped in colleges even if it weren't the all-boys schools. A shiver ran down your spine.

"But if several people attack me, just one of you won't be enough." You typed with your shaky fingers, trembling beneath your blanket.

"It's not about the pure force. Each of us has a certain reputation, and others wouldn't want to cross us over because of it."

Wait, this was interesting. What on Earth did he mean? What kind of reputation was that to prevent people from messing with them?

"Thor is a good athlete and a great leader, his basketball team is ready to beat people to death for him."

"Loki's father is one of academy’s main sponsors, and he can have this school turned upside down if he wants to."

"Bucky is a threat by himself, but he also have a company of loyal friends."

"I don't think Peter is serious enough to scare anyone, but with his computer skills he could easily blackmail others, I’ve already seen him doing it. Students would be wary to cross him over just like any of us."

Steve was writing you a bunch of messages with a terrifying speed, and you could barely read the first when he was already sending you the second. It felt absolutely insane. Did he choose every guy because the more powerful admirers you have, the less others would intervene? Well, at least in case of Bucky and Thor who could beat people to near death, it was wise. You preferred not to think of Peter - you had no idea someone as sweet and caring as him did something as disgusting as a blackmail.

“But what others will think? 5 boyfriends? Others will think you are dating-” you paused, chewing your lips to bit, “- a whore. Nobody gonna stood up for me.”

"Imagine if each of us tells our friends that other four guys were just asked to watch over you, but you date only one.”

Oh. Yes, this was slightly better. Then you wouldn’t have to do something as bold as kissing every guy in public, instead maintaining the mystery who you were really dating. 

Damn, how Steve even came up with this plan? Why was everything so complicated?

“It’s getting late. Good night.” Your phone vibrated again, and you huffed with irritation. You hoped you could ask him a bit more - about what you were going to do with the thieves Steve found, for example - but he was probably getting tired with all your questions. It was better to ask him tomorrow.

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The next morning you were restless: since you were starting to going out with guys, you felt like you needed to look better than you usually were, so you spent your morning working on your hair and makeup. It was like fake dating, right? You had to pretend you wanted to look pretty for them.

What else did you have to do? Cook something sweet for them? Yeah, probably, but not at the start of your relationship. Going to cafe together? Helping each other study? Loki also mentioned the cinema...

You felt dumb. Of course, you dated guys before, but now you realized you had no idea how to act not to cause any suspicion. Oh boy, it was going to be a tough day.

Thor nocked at you door thirty minutes before your first session, but you woke up so early you were more than ready to go. As you opened the door, first moving the dresser back to its place, the guy looked at you with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Hey, what was that?"

"The dresser. I can't leave the door just like that until the lock is changed."

He blinked at you, watching the door and then probably remembering somebody forced the lock open to steal your underwear.

"These guys are batshit crazy." He mumbled and nodded you to go with him, putting his hand on your shoulder. "Don't worry, they won't do it again."

You wanted to argue they definitely would, but, seeing his warm smile, you thought Thor simply wanted to cheer you up and smiled at him in return. In the end, he was here only to make you feel safer: you didn't doubt he was very popular with the girls every time he went out to the city.

"You look great today!" He said sheepishly, walking in the dorm's corridor while other students were staring at him silently, obviously surprised to see you two together. "I mean, not that you looked bad yesterday, I just..."

Watching his face suddenly getting crimson red, you couldn't help but giggle at his expression. You could never think Thor was actually bashful around girls. Yeah, at your old place he'd definitely be one of the most popular guys around.

It was lunch time when you two could actually talk, sitting together at the same table and being watched by everyone around. Strangely, with Thor constantly talking and often rubbing your hand with his, it didn't feel suffocating, and you held your head high: regardless whether those pricks were looking at you, you weren't going to run away to your room and cry there like a little girl. Loki was right: you weren't a silly little sheep, scared of your own shadow. You wouldn't let anyone spoil your time in the academy you dreamt studying in.

Funny enough, Thor turned out to be a talkative type when he was speaking about basketball and his team in particular. He loved sports: while you were more into hockey, the way he talked was so enthusiastic it made you listen to him with a genuine interest. Thor's love for basketball was infectious.

He seemed a simple man, this giant bag of muscles who was laughing so loud people around him flinched; Thor wasn't the exact type of a guy you would encounter on your own, but he seemed nice, sincere, and surprisingly softhearted. You felt at ease talking to him, and soon you too acted like you'd known each other for long.

It was a pity you'd only met under this circumstances. It felt like you two could became friends.

But then when Thor absent-mindedly put his arm around your shoulders, you remembered Loki's warning: they would try to gain your favors. Was it the reason Thor was so nice to someone he just met? Wasn't it suspicious of him? You couldn't let your guard down after just one lunch together. In fact, you knew nothing of the man sitting in front of you.

"I knew something like would happen." Some guy to your left sighed loudly, catching your attention. "They were fucking crazy."

"I'm not surprised either. I just wanna know who they got in a fight with to be beaten like that. Have you heard they broke Gray's both legs?"

"Woah, both? That's brutal, man."

You shivered, trying not to listen to them.

"It'd happen sooner or later anyway. They were completely wild."

A word caught your attention right away: that was what Steve called those students who were stealing your things. Could it be a coincidence? Surely, in an all-boys school the students were fighting each other constantly.

But to the point of breaking both legs of someone? Really?

As you sent Thor a nervous look, he gently patted your shoulder, lowering his voice so no one would hear him, "I'm sure it's nothing to do with you. These things happen here from time to time because the guys have no idea what to do with all that testosterone."

You hoped he was right.

The rest of the day went as usual aside from Thor walking the corridors with you and chatting about sports: he managed to convince you to come see the game next month when they would be having a tournament. You were grateful to him for helping to ease your mind because the news of guys being sent to the ambulance made you shook. Steve also mentioned something about his and other's friends ready to beat anyone to death, right?

By the middle of your last class you couldn't think of it any longer and quickly typed a message to Loki. Of all people, right now he seemed the most sincere to you.

"Hi. Are the guys who were beaten last night are the ones who stole my things?"

Waiting was a special torture when you held the phone in your arms beneath your desk, hoping to see your screen lighting up with a message. In five minutes you got your reply.

"Yes." The message said simply, but it was enough for you to stare at your phone with horror, wishing you didn't ask Loki anything.

Oh shit. It wasn't a coincidence, right? It's impossible. Somebody did it on purpose. But who of the five?

"Do you know who did it?"

Next time he answered pretty fast, "No."

A part of you felt relieved. Maybe it wasn't related, finally. Maybe they got beaten by somebody who was fed up with their attitude because they were crazy as the guys in the cafeteria said.

But what if it weren't true?

"Who's the most brutal among you five?"

Biting your lips, you started rocking in your chair a little, making the guy on your left to roll his eyes in irritation.

The phone's screen flashed again.

"Barnes."

Part V

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4 Lords Raise Rose AU Ideas

Not a single person asked for this, but that other post where I talk about the 4 lords adopting Rose but still technically being terrible people got way more popular than I expected it to, so, with about 6 shots of tequila in my system and a terrible urge to spit my thoughts out for all the internet to see and judge, I’ve decided to make a follow up post. Here’s how I think the 4 lords would take care of Rose in the event they rebelled against Mother Miranda and decided to raise Rose as their own instead, but like under the cut after a little bit cuz i accidentally went way too fucking hard with this and I don’t want ppl to get mad at me for making them scroll for an hour to get past this post:

First and foremost, I think they’d do it in stages, and what I mean by this is that Rose would essentially be given to a specific Lord for some period of her life, like a couple years, and then when she was deemed old or strong or annoying enough, she’d be moved to a different lord for some period of time and so on and so forth. They would do this because a) they all live in different areas and have shit to do so it’s easier to have Rose live with one lord at a time and then the other lords can just go visit her there from time to time, rather than try to work out a weekly custody schedule which we all know Alcina and Karl would NEVER be able to agree on so let’s not even bother, and b) because each lord would have either some skill or set of knowledge that would make them the best for caring for Rose at that specific point in her life. This way, all the lords have a (somewhat) equal chance to be a part of Rose’s life and teach her something while she’s with them. So with all that in mind now, let’s get down to who would have Rose and at what point in her life.

1. Starting off with infant Rose, I think she’d end up with the Dimitrescu’s for the first few years of her life, and the reason why I think this is because... well, Alcina IS already a mother to 3 girls, and while we don’t know a terrible amount about Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela’s “upbringing” under Alcina, we can gleam and theorize from her notes that, despite their fully grown bodies, the girls could very well have started out with the mental and physical capabilities of infants, and thus needed to be cared for and brought up in a similar manner as infants or children until they reached a certain point where they could officially be considered adults in mentality and ability, not just in physical appearance. So with this in mind, it’s entirely possible that Alcina could have at least some vague idea of how to care for an infant child through her experiences with the bug sisters; perhaps there’s some gaps in her knowledge, but if nothing else I imagine Alcina would be an infant Rose’s best shot at surviving infancy if only because the other 3 are so incompetent on how to care for a baby that Alcina looks like an expert in comparison. Not to mention that, of the possible locations for an infant to be raised, I do genuinely think that castle Dimitrescu would be the safest place for Rose to be kept during this vulnerable part of her life. Not only that but if Alcina has actually come to care for Rose as though she were one of her own daughters, then she would absolutely spoil Rose rotten with all the nicest clothes and fanciest toys, things that a small infant wouldnt be able to appreciate but would show that she’s loved and cared for nonetheless, and don’t even get me started on the bug sisters, I could see them fawning over Rose for hours on end, playing with her, singing to her, telling her stories of all the man-things they’ve gotten to play with today, and so much more. Overall, Rose would just be the most spoiled and pampered little baby with the Dimitrescus and there’s no changing my mind about this. The only thing I’m struggling to wrap my head around is how they’d feed her, since I doubt a small infant would take very well to blood wine and human flesh. I suppose it wouldn’t be terribly outrageous for them to hire a wet nurse/nanny to care for Rose during the day while the other Dimitrescus go about their daily duties, and when Rose is finally old enough to be introduced to solid food (I.e. fried human flesh cubes) they could do what they always do and turn the nurse into wine too, I guess. It’s not a solid idea but it’s more plausible than anything else I thought of so it’ll work!

2. After spending about 3 years with the Dimitrescus, Rose would then be moved to the Beneviento house. Now, If u don’t know anything about 3 year olds, then you’re probably ignorant to the fact that they are some of the craftiest, sneakiest, and most coniving groups of people to exist on this planet. 3 year olds are masters at getting into and touching just about anything and everything u don’t want them to touch, and worst of all, u won’t realize what they’re doing until they’ve already done it and left a huge mess behind, so while the Dimitrescus love and adore Rose dearly, they know it’s sadly time to hand her over when they find her sitting on top of a pile of dead bodies playing with a metal scythe in the dungeons. Once Rose is dropped off at the Beneviento house, I imagine Donna is her usual stoic self the first few weeks Rose is with her. She’s not cold or distant necessarily, in fact she’s quite happy that it’s finally her turn with precious baby Rose, but Donna isn’t exactly known for being outwardly expressive herself (and even Angie isn’t being quite as forward as she normally is), so things are quiet and peaceful for the first little while that Rose is under her care. It’s not until Rose takes an interest in her doll Angie, and more importantly the things that Donna can do with Angie, that things really start getting fun. By the end of Rose’s first month in the Beneviento house she and Donna are the best of friends and often spend their days either playing dress up and make pretend with Donna’s extensive doll collection, or playing elaborate games of cat and mouse, where Donna will set up lots of puzzles throughout the house for Rose to find and solve (I.e. rose has to match her dress to the doll with the same one as her to find a map telling her which kitchen cabinet Donna hid the chocolate in, or something like that), but be careful little Rose, Angie has been trying to get her hands on that chocolate all day, and if u take too long, she’ll find the map first and eat all the chocolate without saving you a single piece. Just silly little puzzles with enough at stake to engage the mind of a curious 3 year old, but never enough to put rose in any actual danger. Donna is nothing if not a watchful caretaker, so she makes sure she has sight of Rose at all times, occasionally giving her a hint if she’s struggling, and perhaps occasionally making things harder if that day’s puzzle is proving too easy for her. Overall, Rose’s time with Donna, while not as grand and luxurious as the Dimitrescus, was still a fun and enriching experience for the young girl, and there’s nobody in this world who thinks that Donna’s scar is cool more than Rose.

3. After another 3 years with Donna, Rose is now 6 years old and officially far too good at puzzle solving for Donna to keep up with. No matter what she tries or how hard she makes it, Rose just keeps blazing through the puzzles at an almost alarming rate, making it clear that Rose is desperately in need of not only a change in scenery, but also a change in education, and this is where Salvatore finally comes in. After leaving the Beneviento house, I think the next logical place for Rose to stay would be with Salvatore, who, with lore hinting at him perhaps being a scholarly man of some kind, would basically act as her elementary school teacher throughout the duration of her stay. Now, to be fair, Rose could have gone to Heisenburg’s factory, but Heisenberg outright refused to take her and the other 3 lords decide that the factory is simply too dangerous for Rose rn, who thus far hasn’t shown any signs of being anything other than a normal human girl with no noticeable abilities (save for a smart mouth and a terrifying habit of popping up when least expected, a habit she mostly uses to mess with Heisenberg, much to his disdain and Lady Dimitrescu’s delight), so it is to the mutant fish man’s unimaginable delight that he is unanimously voted Roses next caretaker, and the one responsible for her basic education. Despite his initial excitement however, when Rose is finally dropped off at the windmills by Donna, Salvatore realizes that he’s not 100% sure what to do with Rose now that he has her. He’d like to get started on her education right away but at the same time he’s so fearful of Rose hating him because of his disgusting appearance that he kind of just... avoids her entirely at first. He’s never far away from the little girl and is always ready to jump to her rescue should she need it, but other than that Salvatore seldom allows himself to be seen for the first month that Rose is with him, the only sign of him still being around being the platefuls of food that mysteriously appear in Rose’s room 3 times a day, as well as the occasional shiny trinket Salvatore found and thought Rose would like. At first, rose doesn’t seem to mind being left entirely to her own devices, but after every stone, log, and rotting fish corpse within 5 miles of the lake has been turned over and thoroughly examined, Rose decides she’s had quite enough of her Uncle Sal ignoring her, prompting the headstrong little girl to go looking for him herself. She finds Salvatore hiding underneath a patch of floating algae not far away from where she was playing and all but demands that the mutant man come out of the water and give her something to do or she’d tell Mother on him. Salvatore, shocked by the small child’s fearlessly blunt request, hesitates, not wanting to frighten Rose, but ultimately relents, crawling out of the water and timidly suggesting that he teach her how to read and write. Rose quickly agrees, seeming totally unbothered by Salvatore’s grotesque appearance, and the two quickly move to the schoolroom that had been set up specifically for Rose, where Salvatore spends hours upon hours a day teaching Rose everything he knows, filling the little girl’s head up first with the basics, letters and words, then numbers and simple equations, followed later by historical dates and time periods, algebraic formulas, and classic literature analysis, then biology, chemistry, physics, astrology, calculus, ecology, and so much more. Basically, anything there is to know, Salvatore knows at least something about it and he’ll make sure that Rose knows about it too. In the 3 years Rose spends with Salvatore she goes from already sharp as a whip, to being smarter than most adults even, and Salvatore takes immense pride in how intelligent and knowledgable Rose becomes thanks to his surprisingly effective teaching style. Overall, as a caretaker, Salvatore is pretty weird and doubts himself a lot, but Rose thinks he’s funny and loves learning from him so they get along very well and she loves him very dearly! He probs teaches her to swim and fish too.

4. So another 3 years come and go with incredible speed, and its with great sadness on Salvatore’s part that Heisenberg finally comes banging on the fish man’s door, all but demanding that he now be given his turn with Rose. Now, personally, I can see several different arguments being raised by the other 3 lords over why its a terrible idea to let a 9 year old anywhere near Heisenberg, much less be given into his care fully. After about 9 years of seeing his siblings paling around with the constantly growing child, and looking like theyre having the time of their lives all the while, however, Karl decides that perhaps there’s more to this little girl than he originally thought, and, with his interest now piqued (or at the very least looking forward to pissing the other 3 off for entertainment purposes), that its only fair that he be given a turn with her now too, seeing as how he’s the only one who hasn’t been given the chance to be her caretaker yet. This naturally does NOT go over well with the other 3 lords. Alcina all but threatens to kill Karl should he step so much as within 10 ft of Rose, while Donna pipes up and demands to know what his sudden interest in Rose is. Even Salvatore, who is quick to flinch away from direct conflict, goes as far as to harshly point out the plethora of times Karl had outright denied their previous attempts to get him to engage with Rose, so why on earth would they hand her over to him now when he’s previously shown to have absolutely no interest in her? After a long spout of yelling between the 4 siblings, an agreement is reached, wherein Rose herself will be given the chance to decide whether she wants to go with Heisenberg, or whether she’ll return to one of the other 3 lords for the time being. It is to Alcina, Donna, and Salvatore’s absolute horror however, that Rose enthusiastically agrees to go with her Uncle Karl to live in his factory, and with the deal already set, the other lords can do nothing to stop her from going. The trip to drop off Rose at heisenberg’s factory is a long and arduous one, especially for Salvatore, who sobs the whole way there about Rose forgetting about him despite the young girl’s insistence that she’d visit. The first thing Karl does after officially having Rose handed over to him, is give her an extensive list of all the places in the factory in which she is under no circumstances permitted to enter without his permission (which basically only leaves the control room and the old storage closet that acts as her bedroom as viable places for Rose to go and explore). The second thing Karl does is dump her in her new storage closet bedroom and then hightail it for his workshop to work on whatever sick and twisted amalgamation he’s got cooked up this time around. At first, Rose isn’t terribly bothered by this, since she’s used to having something of an “adjustment period” when she’s with a new caretaker, but unfortunately for her, this adjustment period lasts a hell of a lot longer than the others did, and by the time 3 months of almost no meaningful contact with Karl, Rose decides to take matters into her own hands and ascends into the depths of the factory despite the express orders not to do so. Now, going back to the idea that the 4 lords are still pretty terrible people, I doubt Rose has been kept ignorant to the less savory aspects of her caretaker’s lives, and tbh she probably doesn’t think anything of the fact that the Dimitrescus makes wine out of the blood of virgin women or that Salvatore still does cadou experiments (and had her help on occasion), but I imagine even Rose would find the projects Karl works on to be at least a little

4, cont. gruesome and horrifying in nature, especially since Heisenberg is the one she knows the least about. However, instead of turning Rose away from Heisenberg, these terrifying metal creatures she sees locked up only spark her already insatiable curiosity, and by the time she finally tracks Karl down, Rose is all but trembling to learn more about this horrifyingly fascinating metal world. Unfortunately, Karl is not nearly as happy to see Rose as Rose is to see him, and the engineer all but grabs Rose by the scruff of her neck and drags her back up to the control room, yelling and screaming at her all the while about how she was explicitly instructed not to enter these parts of the factory without his permission. Needless to say that Rose does not enjoy this treatment and immediately lashes out, half out of anger and half out of confusion as to why Karl was treating her like this. He was the one who wanted her here in the first place, so why the hell was he just ignoring her now? It didn’t make any sense and it was starting to piss Rose off, so naturally the only thing left for her to do in order to solve this complicated situation would be to continue to disobey Karl until he either gave up and sent her back to one of the other lords, or finally payed some damn attention to her for once. So that’s exactly what she did. Every single day Rose left her room (which Karl kept telling himself he needed to put a lock on, but never did cuz he’s an idiot) and descended down into the depths of the factory looking for something ogle at or tinker with, and every single day Karl would track her down wherever she’d managed to get to and throw her back upstairs threatening to feed her to the lycans if she did it again. This incredibly frustrating cycle continued on for the better part of the next month or so, finally coming to a head when Rose managed to wander into the part of the factory where the... less than successful experiments got put whenever Karl doesn’t have any further use for them but is feeling too lazy to kill them off himself. Long story short, Rose runs into a Sturm that chases her around the factory, causing all manner of mayhem and destruction, and would have torn her to ribbons had it not been for Karl, who jumped in at the last second and was able to fend the damn thing off long enough for Rose to get the ever living fuck out and back up to the control room where it’s safe. There’s a lot of loud noises and explosions coming from deep within the factory that last for what feels like an eternity, but Rose doesn’t dare venture out again until everything has gone eerily quiet and a deep sense of worry has settled in the pit of her stomach over what had become of her latest caretaker. Turns out the Sturm had recognized its creator and, after watching its initial prey escape because of said creator, quickly decided that it fucking hated Karl with every fiber of its being and wanted him dead if it was the last thing it’s propellers did. Now, we all know that Karl is a big strong boy who’s more than capable of handling his own creations and taking down strong enemies, but the Sturm is a creation that even he struggles to control on good days and today is decidedly not a good day so not only does Karl not have the slightest bit of control over the death machine trying to kill him, but its also a lot stronger than Karl initially thought and apparently not picky about the method which causes Karl’s death, which is evidenced by the nearly dead Sturm ramming itself into a power generator as a final act of defiance and nearly blowing up the whole factory and everybody inside. Heisenberg is able to contain the explosion somehow but not without considerable damage to himself first. Rose is, naturally, quite horrified to find Karl passed out in the elevator that had taken him up from the lower levels of the factory where the explosion was, skin burnt nearly to a crisp in certain areas and blood pooling from just about every part of him, and immediately heads over to try and help her injured caretaker.

4, cont. again cuz I physically can’t stop myself. Now, I imagine that any normal 9 year old probably wouldnt be able to handle this sort of situation in any meaningful way, but i think we can all agree that Rose is the furthest thing from normal (especially considering who raised her) and has probably seen enough blood and gore to not be terribly freaked out by it, but this is where things get a little speculative because we don’t know what Rose’s powers are exactly but we do know from the final cutscene that she does have them, perhaps even a plethora of abilities, and I like to think that some of those powers are related to Ethan’s superhuman healing capabilities, but unlike Ethan however, who from what we’ve seen could only heal himself, Rose can actually heal other people (tho this isn’t something she’s aware of at this point in time). The second the elevator door opens to reveal, what looks to be, a half-dead Karl slumped over in the corner, Rose panics and runs to him, doing everything she can think of save for maybe grabbing him by the collar or slapping him across the face, to try and get Karl to wake up, except nothing works, he wont wake up no matter how hard Rose tries and i imagine this must be incredibly distressing for Rose who never intended for something like this to happen or for her caretaker to die because he had to protect her even tho he told her not to go down there because its dangerous and anything down there WOULD kill her if given the opportunity. Anyways Rose is now full on sobbing on top of Karl like only a 9 year old who just discovered that her actions have consequences can, but unbeknownst to her (and technically Karl cuz he’s a little busy bleeding out all over the floor) Karl’s wounds are slowly beginning to close, the burns on his face and hands shift from a bright red to a dark brown before crusting over and flaking off, and even his breathing, which had been labored and inconsistent at first, began to level out slightly. Karl woke up not long after that and was surprised to find that a) he was still alive, which was cool, b) he was injured but not in indescribable pain, also cool, and c) there was a literal sobbing child all but sitting on top of him, which is definitely not something Karl was expecting but he supposed he’s been met with worse things upon waking up after almost dying so why question it. After taking a moment to gather their bearings, the two return to the safer parts of the factory to rest and recover and for the most part this little incident of their’s goes largely unspoken, with Rose not exactly in the mood to talk about how her disobedience nearly got herself and Karl killed, and Karl being too fucking tired to go after her about it, especially since she seems to have learned her lesson. The only downside to this whole thing is that now Karl has a busted up fuckin leg thats gonna take an eternity to heal even for him, and with so much work to still do he’s more or less forced to drag Rose around the factory and use her like the annoying assistant he never wanted (except he did want her, thats how this whole fucking mess started, you lug), except that Rose, who is more than used to playing lab assistant from her time with Salvatore, quickly proves to be a rather capable and handy person to have around, if only because she knows the difference between a philips and a flathead screwdriver even better than he does. An amicable, if still slightly awkward peace settles over Heisenberg’s factory once Karl starts actively engaging with Rose and giving her something to do on a daily basis, even if its just standing around watching him work and occasionally having her questions about what he’s doing answered. It doesn’t take very long after that for Karl to begin realizing that perhaps throwing a huge tantrum to get Rose to come here only to ditch her upstairs by herself for 3 months might not have been the smartest (or most considerate) thing he’s ever done, and even goes as far as to (kinda) apologize to Rose for being such a dick to her since she arrived.

4, last one i swear. Rose forgives him, though not before adding that she already knew he was an asshole from Alcina, which earns her a halfhearted swipe from Karl that Rose easily dodges with a childish giggle. From that point on their relationship improves astronomically as Karl finally gives in and teaches Rose about about engineering and everything else that goes into making the metal horrors that he’s known for. Karl is shocked at how quickly Rose picks up on the trade, getting to the point where Karl wonders if he should start giving Rose her own projects to work on, but quickly rolls his eyes and groans when he remember that Salvatore was the one responsible for her education up until this point, the mere thought of having to give compliments to that “moronic freak” for giving Rose such a good educational foundation makes him want to vomit despite how secretly impressed he is. Overall, Rose’s time with Heisenberg starts out shaky, very shaky even, but after a bit of disaster and some swallowing of the pride on Karl’s part, they end up growing quite close and have a nice fun Uncle and martass Neice dynamic. They make a good team and Karl does genuinely enjoy having a little assistant around to help him with his projects, even if Rose can sound a bit too much like Alcina on some days for his liking.

5. 3 more years come and go and now Rose is a strong and healthy 12 years old, perhaps riddled with a few more scars and smearings of ash and motor oil across her skin than when she first arrived but still strong and capable nonetheless. Going back to that first statement however, this of course means that it’s time for the other 3 lords to come banging on Karl’s door for a change, all but demanding that Rose be handed back over to them. Karl of course refuses, telling them all to fuck off and that Rose didn’t want a leave the factory, so upon realization that all 4 lords were gathered here with the intention of taking Rose back to live with them indefinitely, a fight immediately breaks out between the 4 siblings, as each one makes their case as to why Rose should be returned to them and not the other 3, which of course none of the 4 lords can come to an agreement about because they ALL want Rose to stay with them. So after another long and pointlessly arduous argument, Alcina finally breaks, proclaiming that they’d be here for all eternity of they didn’t make a decision now, and that, like the first time the 4 siblings argued over whether Rose should go with Heisenberg or return to one of the previous lords, Rose would be the one to decide which of her four caretakers she would return to. The agreement is made reluctantly, mostly on the part of Salvatore, Donna, and Heisenberg, but there was seemingly no other way for them to come to a decision, so it would unfortunately have to be up to Rose to decide which of her 4 caretakers she wants to stay with permanently. Rose is quickly brought before the 4 lords and explained the situation, before being given some time to herself to think and make her final decision. A tense and uneasy silence falls over the 4 lords as they wait for the little girl, who they had shown an uncharacteristic amount of mercy and time and devotion and love in the 12 years since Mother Miranda had brought her to the village with the intention of using her to revive an already lost and long-gone baby that she never would have gotten back no matter how hard she tried. Although they refused to admit it to one another, the lords all secretly knew that Rose had wormed her way into each of their cold, dead hearts, reviving an aspect of their humanity that they’d all thought had been lost ages ago. Rose came to the village bringing with her a wave of death and destruction, and yet throughout her childhood she has brought them nothing but light and life, illuminating their previously dark and desolate existences. The 4 lords loved their Rose very dearly and desperately wanted her to be happy, yet each of them possesses a dark and selfish desire to have Rose pick them over the other 3, to come and live with them forever and fill the hole deep inside them that they never knew needed filling. After a short while, Rose comes back out and stands before her 4 beloved caretakers, looking around nervously as she picks at her fingernails. The silence is thick and heavy as the 4 lords stare at the young girl, waiting with bated breaths for her to give her final verdict. Rose continues to say nothing as tears begin to flow from her eyes, sliding down her cheeks in thick streams as the girl begins to sob, dropping her head and clenching her dress. The 4 lords look between one another in confusion, unsure of what to do with this sudden burst of tears. Rose tearfully admits that she can’t and doesn’t want to choose which of the 4 lords she wants to live with permanently because she loves them all very much and wants to be able to see and live with all of them, like they’ve done thus far. Although the lords detest the idea of having to share Rose with anyone, they reluctantly come to an agreement for the girl’s sake, deciding that they would continue with the arrangement they’ve had thus far, only that Rose would switch between caretakers every 3 months instead of every 3 years, giving rose plenty of opportunities to see each of her caretakers just like she wanted. From then on, Rose continues to live her life

5, cont. growing up and learning more and more from each of her beloved caretakers. Although Rose would likely never know what a normal life looks like, living with 4 criminally insane monsters in the remote mountain village in Romania, it would be impossible to say that she wouldn’t have a happy life despite that. Perhaps its because the girl simply doesn’t know any better, so she doesn’t have the ability to see just how messed up her life and her 4 caretakers really are, but i imagine that Rose probably wouldn’t care very much to learn even if she had the opportunity. She’s a happy little girl living a strange but enjoyable life with the only family she’ll ever need. What more could she possibly ask for?

6. As for how Mother Miranda would play into this whole scenario I’ve just drunkenly spat out, im honestly not 100% sure. Ive seen some people suggesting that MM just kinda chills and lets the lords do what they want with Rose, but tbh I honestly don’t see that happening in this universe. MM would still have been just as crazy and driven to get Eva back as she was in canon, so i doubt she’d willingly standby and let her “false children” take away her one shot of getting her real child back simply because they didn’t want to hurt her, i just don’t personally see that happening. The two most likely scenarios i can come up with is that the Lords either banded together and look Miranda on together, their combined forces being enough to take her down and kill her, OR, Ethan is the one to take down MM like he did in canon but he passes out before he can get to rose, giving the lords (who he hadn’t ended up killing but just escaping from i guess) the opportunity to slide in, grab rose, and hightail it out of there, leaving Ethan’s body to be retrieved by Chris, who, due to not seeing or hearing Rose anywhere, believes that Rose must have been accidentally killed along with MM, which he later tells to Ethan and Mia. Regardless of how MM gets taken out of the picture (or if she’s given room to potentially come back later), the 4 lords retreat with Rose and begin the whole cycle I explained up above, but i did want to briefly address how I saw MM fitting into all of this since she is a vital part of the original story and the biggest obstacle to the lords having anything to do with Rose.

Anyways, that was so much longer than I intended it to be but I had so much fun with it just because it gave me the opportunity to spit some fun ideas and potential plot points out about this cool AU that I like and hope someone does SOMETHING with, please god someone do it, I’d do it myself but i have enough projects at the moment unfortunately. If you managed to make it all the way to the bottom, thank you for reading all of that, I appreciate it, and I hope you enjoyed at least some parts of this, and maybe even agree with some of the things I said. Feel free to leave your own ideas in the comments, I’d love to read them and hopefully if enough people like this maybe i will actually do something with it. Who knows? I certainly dont. Anyways thank you for reading all this, i hope you have a great day, and maybe ill see you around in another post. Bye!!! <3

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Ju Haknyeon - Teach Me [Requested]

Request: Reader is experienced/bad girl and Haknyeon is innocent and wants to learn about sex. They meet at bible study.

virgin! Haknyeon x mean girl! reader

Warnings: corruption kink, losing virginity, underage sex, unprotected sex, mild humiliation, slight dubcon

Thanks for the request love, I hope you enjoy!💕 Also goes without saying, don't manipulate/coerce someone into doing sexual things if they're not ready or comfortable yet okay? The bad girl reader trope was requested 😅

Haknyeon is willing to learn, and who would make a better teacher than his crush, you?

You blink blearily, barely registering the pastor's teachings, and subtly stifle a yawn. You look around the room to find some sort of distraction and a certain boy catches your eye. Haknyeon is furiously scribbling in his notes, listening intently to the pastor. You scoff slightly at how earnest he looks, catching his attention. He glances over to you, meeting your eye and flushes pink as he shoots you a shy smile, before going back to scribble in his notebook. How cute.

Finally, the pastor dismisses your class, and you're the first one out the door. A patter of footsteps sounds behind you and Haknyeon appears, slightly out of breath. "Hey!" he beams, still rather pink in his cheeks. You nod curtly at him and continue walking. "Mind if I walk you home?" he chirps, still ever so cheerful despite your disinterest. You give a non-committal shrug, and he takes that as a yes, falling into step with you, babbling about everything, from what happened during class, to what he's going to have for lunch. You're barely listening, but you're watching him. Everyone at Sunday school (and your high school friends) knew he had a massive crush on you since middle school, but he was never very subtle about it to begin with.

High cheekbones, golden skin, sparkly clear eyes and full pink lips. He wasn't really your type, far too naive and innocent, but you suppose he was rather cute. Your eyes travel downwards, and nearly bulge out of their sockets. The dorky boy you knew as a pre-teen was barely recognizable. Instead, he'd grown much taller, shoulders broad and fuck, thick thighs and perky ass flaunted in his tight blue jeans. His white button-up was clinging to his broad frame, his strong biceps peeking through the translucent sleeves. You feel your heart skip a beat as you take it all in, wondering when exactly he changed and why you hadn't noticed it sooner.

"We're here! I hope you have a great day, I'll see you tomorrow at school?" Haknyeon grins, and you snap out of your shameless staring. You finally decide to humor him, and give him one of your most dazzling smiles. You brush your hand against his arm, and Haknyeon shivers, breath hitching as your fingertips graze against his skin, blushing an even deeper red. You thank him for walking you home, and shut the front door with a final wink, leaving Haknyeon speechless on your doorstep. You spend the rest of the afternoon thinking about how attractive he suddenly seems to you, hand slipping under your waistband, fingering yourself as your imagination went wild, picturing yourself underneath him and more. You hadn't gotten laid in a while, and now you've decided on your target; the cutie from Sunday School.

The next day at school you decide to mess with him a little. You linger at his desk to make small talk, his usual chatty and confident demeanor suddenly faltering now that you're giving him your full attention, keeping eye contact throughout the whole conversation. You continue this through the week, getting bolder each time. You'd plop into the seat next to him at lunch, you'd lean just a little too close to him when you talk, you'd walk home together, hands accidentally brushing against each other's. You enjoyed the way he gets all nervous and riled up just for you, sparking a new interest in the boy. All the boys you've been with before have been the popular jock type, typically dominant in bed. Haknyeon seemed like a nice change, the goofy but good-natured kid that everyone liked; meek, submissive and eager to please, just for you. You can't wait to play with him.

Friday afternoon finally rolls around and your grand plan is about to fall into place. Your friends shake their head wearily when you told them what you were going to do, but they're used to it by now. You catch him after school, which was easy considering he was waiting patiently for you, like a little puppy outside your classroom. You hook your arm around his and head home together like you have all week, and yet another round of pink dusts his cheeks when you touch him. You're almost home when you exclaim "Ah! I forgot to ask if I could borrow your notes for bible study! I wasn't paying attention at all last week, and I don't wanna get in trouble the next lesson," pouting cutely.

Haknyeon lights up, enthusiastically offering to let you copy his notes. "You can have mine! But they're at home, do you wanna come over?" He gushes, pausing when he realizes what he said. "O-or I could, uhh, send you the pictures of my notes tonight?" He stammers, rubbing his neck in embarrassment. You beam at him, like he's your hero, clutching his arm. "I'd love to come over, Haki! Thank you so much, you're a lifesaver," you croon, secretly enjoying the way Haknyeon turns crimson at the new nickname and skinship. You detour to his house and he leads you up to his bedroom, the empty house rather quiet except for the idle chat from the two of you.

He stands awkwardly as you enter his room, movie posters lining the walls and his books neatly arranged. "Would you like a soda? Cookies maybe? Make yourself at home, sit wherever you like! I'll go get my notebook," he rambles. You plop onto the edge of his bed, making yourself comfortable, patting the space next to you. "No need for that, Haki, thank you," you smile sweetly at him. He nods and starts looking around for his bible study notes, finally picking up the cute orange spiral notebook he always carries to bible study classes. He turns around, triumphantly holding the book, and promptly drops it when he sees what you're doing.

"W-what are you doing?" He whispers, his voice failing him as he gawks at you unbuttoning your blouse, exposing your lacy black bra. "Nothing, sweetie, why don't you come over here. Leave the book," you smile at him, beckoning him over with a crooked finger. Haknyeon walks over to you in a trance, his eyes never leaving your chest. He sits next to you as you take your blouse off and chuck it on the floor, pushing your chest out for him to take a good long look. You're gorgeous and you know it, and Haknyeon definitely thinks so. He gulps audibly and seems to snap out of it for a second. "Are you warm? I-i'll go turn on the AC!" he tries to get up but you pull him back down and into a fiery kiss.

He lets out a surprised squeak that quickly turns into a moan, eyss fluttering shut as you move your lips passionately against his, tongue licking into his parted lips. His hands are balled into clammy fists, not knowing where to put them. Blood is thundering through his veins; he can't believe his first kiss is with someone he'd been in love with for so long. His eyes remain shut as you pull away, wiping the spit from your lips, appreciating the dreamy look on his face. If he gets this much pleasure from a mere kiss, then you can't wait to see what happens later.

You caress his thighs with your hand, and he opens his eyes. Your fingertips dance across the muscles in his leg, hovering dangerously close to the tent in his pants. Haknyeon gasps, understanding what you're about to do, clutching your hand before it could wander any further. "N-no, we shouldn't be doing this..." he trails off in a terrified whisper. You turn cold immediately, feigning disappointment, and Haknyeon feels stabs of guilt when he shouldn't. "You don't like me anymore, Haki?" you pout, trying your best to sound hurt. His eyes turn round as saucers and he holds your hands close to his heart, his heartbeat thrumming beneath your touch. "No no! I still really like you, it's just... we're not supposed to do this until we get married right?" The sincerity in his voice and actions almost makes you give up the act and leave the boy alone. Almost.

You carress his cheek and give him your best puppy eyes. "But we're going to get married one day, so it shouldn't matter anyway, right?" you bat your eyelashes at him, watching his eyes light up at the mention of marriage. You almost scoff at his naivety but you have to keep up the act. His sweet innocence is making you wetter by the minute and you'll be damned if you screw up the opportunity to play with your new toy. "Please, Haki? I really like you..." your trembling lips and puppy eyes have him crumbling, his resolve and devotion to his Lord ebbing away in the face of temptation that is you, the girl of his dreams.

Haknyeon gulps and after a painstakingly long pause, he nods slowly. "Okay... but, do you know how?" Puzzled, you tilt your head. "How..?"

"I've never done this before," he mumbles, avoiding your eyes. You giggle and press a kiss to his cheek. "Silly boy, I'll teach you everything you want to know." He gasps when you dig the heel of your palm into his bulge. "Aah, it feels weird. Good, but weird." he whispers, shutting his eyes. "Never touched yourself before, baby?"

"N-no..."

"Really? Never jerked off thinking about me at night?" you tease, now slowly rubbing his growing bulge through his pants, causing him to tremble. He shakes his head shyly, soft moans falling from his lips. You unzip his pants and pull them down along with his boxers, just enough for his cock to spring free and your mouth waters at the sight. Thick, veiny, decently long and twitching with precum. "Fuck, baby look at you. Such a pretty cock. Am I the first girl to see it?" you trail a finger up his shaft and he bucks his hips, already too sensitive. He nods furiously and you giggle, finally grasping the base of his cock. "What an honor."

You slowly drag your fist up and down his shaft, and he lets out a lewd moan, throwing his head back. You kiss his neck and decide to grab his hand, making him close it into a fist around his length. You wrap your hand around his and guide it up and down just as you've been doing. "Open your eyes and watch, Haki. This is how you jack off, yknow, when I'm not there to help you," you smirk, twisting your wrist every so often. His bottom lip quivers as he jerks himself, slowly gaining confidence to take over and stroke himself faster, moaning loudly as you switch to playing with his balls instead, carressing and massaging them.

Haknyeon cums unexpectedly, some of it spilling onto his shirt, all over his hands and some on yours too. You dip your fingers in his cum and suck on them, making sure he's watching the way your tongue laps eagerly at the sticky fluid. He's panting so harshly he might pass out, so you hold him close, his face resting on the plushness of your breasts as you stroke his hair. A few moments pass and his heart rate steadies, and he plants a grateful kiss on your lips, before shyly rubbing his neck, an awkward question on his tongue. You sense it, and you convince him to ask. "So how do girls... masturbate then?" He mumbles. You laugh sofrly at his question, spreading your legs wide so he can see how wet your panties have gotten.

You take your panties and skirt off and start playing with yourself, middle finger toying with your clit before dipping into your folds. "I always pretend it's your cock inside me instead of my fingers, Haki, but I have to make do with what I've got." you drawl. You can't miss the way Haknyeon's eyes follow the movements of your fingers, rubbing yourself desperately pinching and flicking your swollen clit, moaning shamelessly just to rile him up. Indeed, he's hard again, cock standing proud against his soft tummy. "I'm really close baby, but I don't wanna cum without you," you whine. He licks his lips, his voice hoarse with excitement. "What do you want me to do?"

"Fuck me."

He wastes no time scrambling over to you, pressing his tip into your folds. You gasp, nails scratching at his arms at the sudden intrusion. "Fuck, fuck, wait baby you c-can't stick it all in at once- aaAHH!" you squirm as you feel every inch of his thick cock stretching you out, thrashing beneath him in a mix of pleasure and pain. Haknyeon hovers above you panting, gripping your hips as he slowly bottoms out, your walls clenching deliciously around him. You can feel your skin start to bruise with how hard he's pressing into your flesh, but you like it. "Mmmhh, you're so big, baby, stretching out my cunt like that. Gonna fuck me good? I'll teach you how, baby, don't worry," you smirk once you've adjusted to his size. He starts thrusting shallowly, and even that is toe-curling pleasure, the drag of his cock against your walls like ecstasy. He picks up speed with your encouragement, neither of you going to last long. He fucks you harder and faster, the wet sound of his balls slapping against your ass like music to your ears.

"F-fuck you're already so good at this, a natural, huh, baby? You learn s-so quickly, fucking me so good like the little - ah - fucktoy you are. How does my p-pussy feel after dreaming about it for so long?" your words stilted by the force of his thrusts. He sobs, actually grateful that he gets to have a taste of your pussy after loving you from afar for so long. "So good, you feel amazing, ahhh, thank you my love," he mewls as he pummels into you. "Make me cum first, Haki," you command. He nods shakily, biting his lip with the effort of staving off his orgasm that it's starting to bleed. You cum all over his cock screaming, almost forcing it out with how hard your pussy tightens. He whines, pulling out and roughly jerking himself off, shooting spurts of cum on your tummy, emptying his balls with a loud groan.

He collapses onto you, exhausted but grateful. Your head is spinning from (surprisingly) the best orgasm you've ever had, and your legs feel like jelly. At least you're looking forward to the pretty finger-shaped marks on your legs and hips to remind you of the fun you had today. Haknyeon is almost falling asleep on top of you so you push him away before he suffocates you. He grins dreamily at you, his eyes glassed over and looking thoroughly fucked out, euphoric that he lost his precious virginity to his first love. He looks so sweet and grateful that you almost feel bad for saying everything you had said to get him tl fuck you. Again, almost. You press another soft kiss to his lips and watch as his eyes flutter shut, a dopey smile on his lips as he falls asleep. You quickly clean up and get dressed, snatching up his orange notebook and sneaking out before his family got home, wincing at the soreness in your lower region.

Sunday comes around and you return Haknyeon his bible study notes with a wink, and he smiles brightly at you, completely forgiving you for leaving him to wake up alone, sweaty and covered in cum two days ago. He walks you home again after class, and again the next day after school, and the next day and the next. As much as you don't see a real future with Haknyeon, you decide to roll with it and keep him happy, as long as it promised you earth-shattering orgasms in the form of after school 'study sessions' or bathroom quickies during lunch.

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Haknyeon knows. He knows you never truly liked him the way he loves you. He knows you're just using him for a good time, but he thinks, no, he hopes, that if he lets you do whatever you want with him, that maybe, just maybe, you'll start to like him too.

A/N: I think I got too carried away with this one too, sorry 😅 poor bb Haki ❤