#and just wanted to try and help a girl everyone was bullying for being fat. and they became friends and had a good time at a dance together

[mamawasatesttube]

it's like, i really do enjoy most of the bats as characters and i really do like a lot of their comics. but also i am sooooo tired of them being hailed as better than literally everyone else. both in fanon but also in comics (modern ones are esp egregious imo, like WHAT was that shit about batman and the joker being the most dangerous men on the planet. hi. have you heard of lanterns? speedsters? supers? actually if i keep listing groups who could kick batman's ass we'd be here all day). they're like kudzu. that shit needs to stay in its native environment (funky little neo-noir detective stories) and stop being an invasive species (putting down everyone else to make them seem cooler). put bruce wayne back into a murder mystery setting that isn't about saving the world but is about saving one person or one family that no one else would've saved right now or so help me god. the whole invasive species cross contamination thing is unhealthy for both him And the other ecosystems he keeps getting transplanted into. please. it's so dark in here

[knowyourplace-fool]

Umm, I loved bully gojo and 2 , what happened after he kidnapped her and yknow , non conned her , like is he just obsessed with her , ORRRR , is he obsessed with her aaanndd IN LOVE with her ? Will he force her to be his girlfriend and future wife. Will she try to pick herself up and make a good life for self even though gojo literally exists. Hmmmmmmmm???? Idk but anwyas that story atteee . Stay sexy , ..sexy 🥰💓

⚠️: NON CON, Kidnapping, Mean!Gojo, physically, mental and emotional abuse, manhandling, bullying, biting, groping, size difference, pregnancy sex

-> THIS IS REALLY DARK AND FUCKED UP PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK !

-> Idk why but everyone ate that Gojo fic up for some reason😭

-> part 1

Oh boy, he is more than obsessed with you

You made it too easy for him

With your family being out of the picture and you having quite literally 0 friends

Isolating you… well you already did that to yourself

Your reputation at school burned to the ground the moment he decided to leak your sex tape

So there’s no going back to uni

He handed in a resignation letter on your behalf and though your boss was concerned, Satoru assured her that you’re alright, but your morning sickness has been brutal lately

She raised her eyebrows and smiled, telling Satoru to pass on her congratulations to you

Your roommate at your dorm didn’t give a crap (she has a big, fat crush on Satoru and when she found out he slept with you, she wanted to kill you.)

That urge only grew stronger when Satoru stopped by your dorm to move your stuff out and when she asked him why he was the one moving it, he simply stated,

“Well, she’s pregnant with my child so she’ll be living with me so I can take care of her.”

Safe to say your roommate spent the night ripping her hair out of her scalp

And you. You’re sitting in the sunroom with a cup of warm tea and a side of prenatal vitamins in front of you

You’re in deep thought when the door swings open and a tall figure enters in

He sits next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you onto his lap so that your back is relaxed on his chest

“Did you take a look at the blueprints?”

“I did but… what’s wrong with this house?”

“Nothing. I’d just like a bigger home to raise our family in.”

He’s met with silence

“You haven’t taken your vitamins.”

“I will, I just, I haven’t been feeling too good this morning.”

To that he hums and leave a kiss on your neck

“How’s the dress shopping going?”

You pause and put your hands over his

“Don’t you think we’re rushing this? Why can’t we wait till after I’ve given birth?”

“I don’t wanna wait that long.”

You wanted to ask him why, but you knew it would result in the back of his hand meeting your soft cheek

You had already experienced Satoru’s aggressive side and you’d rather not deal with it until this baby is out of you

“I’m sorry, but I need to pee.” You squeak, escaping his grip and leaving him alone in the sunroom

5 days passed, and it was a big day. Your wedding day. Even though it was put together on such short notice, it turned out marvellous.

For a girl, her wedding day is supposed to be one of the best days of her life, right? It’s supposed to be magical, exciting and memorable… right?

So why are you sitting on a chair labeled “bride”, with your hair and makeup complete, staring at a one way bus ticket to the neighbouring city?

That leaves right when the ceremony starts

You had known about the bus ticket. Actually, an unexpected someone had given you the bus tickets.

Suguru, Satoru’s ex-bestfriend.

They had a huge falling out over a business deal and even mentioning his name sets Satoru into a rage. Especially if it’s his fiancee.

So as a lick back, Suguru offered to help you escape him. And maybe by the end of it, you’ll warm his bed once or twice, or better yet, marry him.

From Suguru’s perspective, it was the perfect revenge. Nobody knows Satoru better than himself. He knows exactly how he thinks and what steps he would take to find you.

He also knew that today would be the only day that Satoru wouldn’t be breathing down your neck because you were getting ready to be his bride.

At first, you didn’t believe it. But Geto is convincing. He thought about everything — down to the last little detail. He made you picture a life where you’re far away from Satoru and given a chance to start fresh again.

Going to the neighbouring city means you could have an abortion so you won’t be tied to the blue eyed monster for eternity.

Geto left his number on a sticky note that was attached to the bus ticket. You walk over to the landline and dial his number. After a ring, he picks up and once he hears your sweet voice, he smiles.

“Meet me at the corner of Xander’s street, there’s plenty of trees there to keep you hidden.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest and the tips of your ears were hot. You knew. You knew that if Satoru had the slightest hint about what you were about to do, he’d drag you to hell and back. But the idea of marrying him, having his child and building a home for your family, was far more petrifying.

You slip into some shorts and a tank top before sliding out of the bridal room and using the nearest exit to leave the venue. You scurry along the trees, hoping and praying no one sees. The corner of the street was quiet and secluded. You had plenty of cover and you waited until a blacked out Range Rover pulls over.

The window rolls down and it’s Suguru. He tells you to hop into the back seat quickly before anyone sees.

You do what he says, except when you open the back seat door, you’re met with icy blue eyes.

Your breath hitches and before you know it, you’re being pulled into the car with Satoru screaming at you.

“You fucking lying whore! How fucking stupid can you be, hm?”

He placed you on your back and wrapped his fingers around your neck, slightly chocking you

“When Suguru told me that you accepted the bus tickets, I let it slide. I let it slide because I thought you were smart enough to know not to cross me. But you, you fucking bitch, you really tried to leave me at the alter! You really thought you could get away from me?”

He tears your shorts apart, revealing your white undergarments that you were supposed to wear under your wedding dress.

You couldn’t help but cry, spewing apology after apology. But he wasn’t having any of it. He unbuckled his own pants, pulling his thick cock out of his trousers. He spat down on it for lube and without a care in the world, entered into you.

“You stupid bitch- you thought you could run away and abort my baby?!”

He leans down, his hot breath tickling your ear as he tugs on your hair to expose your neck.

“If you thought, even for a second that you could hide from me and live a normal life after killing my child. You’re just as sick as me… And clearly, you don’t know who the fuck I am. So let me teach you.”

He lifted your legs to mating press, ruthlessly thrusting into you while you sob beneath him. You try resisting by attempting to pry his fingers off the bottom of your thigh, but he has a death grip on them

“P-please stop… It hurts — I can’t move or b-breathe properly.”

You hiccup, but he ignores. Instead, he picks up the pace, making you cry even harder.

“I’m s-sorry please! Please it hurts! I can’t-”

“Shut the fuck up and take it. Or I’ll ask him to shut you up with his dick. I bet you’d like that, you fucking whore. So eager to leave me, is it because you have the hots for my best friend?”

Your eyes glance at the rear view mirror, and sure enough, his eyes are glued on you

Which only makes you sob harder. Hearing no response from you angered Satoru. Did you really like Suguru? He pressed on your neck, and by the look of his eyes, you knew he was waiting for an answer.

“N-no! I don’t- I swear I- I’m just not ready to be a mother, please!”

“I don’t fucking believe you.”

According to Satoru, the entire thing was a test for you. The falling out, Suguru giving you the bus ticket to help you escape, and meeting you at the corner of the street— it was all apart of the test. And you failed it. Miserably.

“And here I was, thinking that I had trained you to know better. To know better than to leave me. But you prove me wrong again and again.”

He finishes inside you. Suguru pulls into the back of the venue. Satoru pulls you up right and lays his forehead against your own.

“Go get your hair and makeup re-done. The next time I see you, you better be in your gown walking down the aisle to wed to me. Do you understand?”

“Mmh”

“Words”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what.”

“Yes, I understand.”

“Good.”

Apologies for any mistakes. It’s pretty late. Also have mercy on me, I haven’t wrote anything in 9 months so it’s a bit rusty😭

[larissareadings]

It’s okay, love.

➤ pairing: Draco Malfoy x gryff!fem!reader (house barely mentioned).

Request: None

tw: eating disorder; mentions of bullying and anxiety attack.

Note: I’ve wrote this based on personal experiences and what I needed at the time. DO NOT read this if it’s not comfortable for you. If you or someone you know is struggling with an eating disorder, please reach out for help.

English is not my native language so I’m sorry if there is any mistakes. This is my first fic ever so it might not be so good. I hope you enjoy it though.

Summary: Y/N is a keeper at the Gryffindor (barely mentioned) team, who has been developing an eating disorder and Draco Malfoy seems to be only one who noticed it.

Y/N always had problems with her body image. At her early teens at Hogwarts she used to be mocked, mostly by Pansy Parkinson and her friends, because she was too thin. When Y/N turned 14, she started gaining weight since she was eating too much due to her increased anxiety, and then she was again being mocked, except now because she was getting fat, and everyone talked about it, even when they didn’t want to be mean, saying things like “you should get on a diet”. By 16, Y/N started focusing on her weight loss journey, she was finally gonna be health, delicate and beautiful as the other girls her age.

Some months later

It was right after the quidditch match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. They won, of course, since you’ve let too many quaffles go through the goal hoops. You’re a keeper at the Gryffindor team, and you’re good at it. When you’re not dizzy anyway.

“It happened again, didn’t it?”

you heard the familiar voice behind you. It sounded soft, which was not a usual thing. You closed your locker and turned around to face Malfoy. The others had already left the locker room, so now it was just you and him.

"It happened what again, Malfoy?" you asked him, trying to sound indifferent, when you were all, but that. He had some power over you, it was irritating actually, how nervous you would get when he was around.

Malfoy has been acting weird these past few months, he didn't tease you anymore. When his friends said anything about you, he would either just leave or just stare at you, but never laugh with them, never contribute to their bullying. He was the only one in the group who said nothing about your recent weight loss. The others did. Pansy would never loose the chance to say you finally learnt to shut your mouth.

You hated that he hadn't said anything, you worried you hadn't lost enough weight for him to notice, and you wanted him to see that you could be pretty too.

He looked in you up and down, checking you, before focusing on your eyes again and said "Dizziness."

You didn't understand why he was saying this, why he would notice you feeling dizzy. "Yeah.. just a little. I'm bit distract that's all". A few seconds went by where he said nothing, just stood there looking at you. Was that concern in his eyes? You couldn't tell. "Look, uhmm, I don't know where this is coming from, but I have to go. If you have any jokes to make about me being a bad keeper, or an ugly, fat bad keeper or whatever" you noticed him flinch at that, as if it had hurt him. "say it now or leave it for tomorrow 'cause I'm really tired and just wanna go to my bed"

He walked towards you, enough for him to talk low and look closely into your eyes, making you even more nervous, and said "You have to stop this, Y/N, it's making you sick."

"I don't know what you talking about"

Now he let out a breath in disbelief. "Oh, you don't know what I'm talking about? Let my clarify to you, then, It's a very simple concept, really, I thought you would know it by now." He was actually getting angry. "In order to live, people have to eat. It's the only way to get nutrients into your body. Really, Y/N, that's basics"

"I know about that. It's a good thing I eat, then, right?'' You said also angry now with his sudden aggressiveness.

"Do you though? 'Cause what I'm seeing-" he said gesturing to your body "is a girl fading away, a girl who plays with food at lunch instead of actually eating it, a girl who who used to be a great keeper, but now can't barely stand in a broom because is too weak to do so." He could feel his heart in his throat. He was so nervous, so scared you would fall off that broom. More than he could ever admit. He was keeping his worry to himself for months, hoping you would stop, hoping someone would intervene, but no one did. People just kept either praising your weight loss or humiliating you. But he couldn't stop himself anymore, if you had got hurt today, he would never forgive himself.

You felt your heart skip a beat at that. He was worried. Really worried. You didn't know how to react. You felt seen, someone saw what you were going through. But you also felt good, reassured. So you WERE thinner, and he noticed. “You know what? I don’t get it. Weren’t you and your friends the ones who said I was too heavy to play quidditch? that my weight would slow me down? that I would fall? that the broomstick couldn’t take it?” you now had tears in your cheeks. Your vision was blured by the tears and, God, you were so tired.

Malfoly’s heart might’ve actually broke in that moment. He was so angry at everyone who didn’t notice you hurting yourself, when he was actually the who drove you into it.

‘‘I am so tired.” you kept talking now, tears rolling down your face. “Why is it never enough? I’m tired. I’m thin, I’m ugly. I’m fat, I’m ugly too, and disggusting. I need a diet. I do a diet. and now fading away? OH well, just let me be happy for once.and I am happy now, ok? I’m finally beautiful.” You were talking so fast and you were feeling so weak. Malfoy saw that, so he immediately hold you in a hug, preventing you from falling. Your head were now in his chest, and you were trying to stop crying, trying to make your heart go back to it’s normal rhythm.

“It’s okay. It’s okay, love.” He said stroking your hair. “I’m sorry” he said almost inaudible.

After a few minutes you heart and breathing were finally stable again. You detached yourself from his harms, although his hands were still in both sides of your arms. You looked up to him with watery eyes. You hated crying in front of people. "I'm sorry" you said.

"It's okay." He said again, looking back at you. Taking his hesitant hand, like he was afraid to actually break you, to clean your cheeks from the tears. "I promise".

"Why are you doing this?" you were really confused. You had never seen Malfoy this gentle and.. scared?

He caressed you cheeks while looking from your eyes to your mouth. He then joined your foreheads and spoke really low, like a whisper. “I need you, Y/N.”

“what?” you said also in a whisper. you couldn't believe what you were hearing.

“I need you, and I need you to get better. This is making me crazy. I’m scared all the time. I’m scared you’re gonna fall off the stairs, or the broom. I’m scared of you getting hurt. Please.. just- just let me help, ok? Tell me what to do, and I’ll do it. Anything.”

“Can you.. uhmm. eat? with me, I mean” you asked detaching your heads to look in his eyes.

“Sure” He said immediately. “Is that all?”

“No.” you let out a breath in relief with his answer and smile a little. “But it may be a start. I think”

“Ok.” He returned your smile. “You should probably talk with someone else, though. Someone who could help more. A professor, maybe. I’ll go with you, if you want me to.”

“Yeah.. ok. Can we go to McGonagall, then? Not now, please. When I’m ready.”

“Of course. Anyone you want, love.” He said looking back at you before you hugging him again. Letting your head rest in his chest while he stroke your hair again. This felt like home to both of you. You were so scared, but he was hopeful. He would do anything for you to feel better.

This whole not eating thing made you so tired, but it was also so addictive. You didn’t know if you could ever get better, but maybe this was a start. Having someone to lean on, someone who cared.. it certainly helped.

[justmeinadaze]

Take It Out On Me (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: *melts into goo* I swear the vibes I get from this story and where I can go with it are a mix of Ariana Grande's "Dangerous Woman" and "I Didn't Change My Number" but Billie Eilish lol That lost song is actually where I got the title because I saw a TikTok where some did the Steddie AI followed by the lyrics "Take it out on you...and your best friend to."

So this is set in the 80s and I chose to make the reader plus size because I haven't done it before with these two and because we plus sized babes are sexy bitches ;). (All you souls, no matter your size are beautiful. Never forget that <3)

Warnings: Dominate Steddie and Sub Reader, she's not a virgin but she's definitely new to this. Everything in this story is consensual! Even though they are rough with her they do come up with a safe word and tell her she can stop if she wants (and they would! I would never write a version of these boys who wouldn't.)

There is degrading (mostly about how the reader wants to be used), spanking, choking... rough smut for sure but followed with aftercare.

Word Count: 3953

This wasn’t normal for you. You never got in trouble at school but today was just one of those days. Carol was picking on you again because of your appearance. Every day it was something different. Your hair looked flat, your clothes were hideous, or something you were reading at the lunch table made you “a dork”. 

Today, it was how fat your ass looked in your jeans. You slammed your locker shut as you turned to face her. “At least I have an ass, you ugly bitch!”

“Y/N Y/L/N!”, Ms. O’Donnell scolded. You hadn’t even noticed she was there. She sent you to the principal’s office where he gave you a week’s worth of detention after school. 

You were surprised when you entered the designated classroom to find it empty except for the teacher in charge. 

“Ah Miss Y/N, I presume. In for offensive language and bullying a fellow student. Come in and have a seat. I’m waiting on two more.” 

You flash him a soft smile as you slide into the desk in the front corner. The door opens again and fear dances through your eyes as Steve Harrington saunters in and throws himself down in a desk in the middle of the room. 

“Our very own basketball and swim star himself, Steven Harrington. Currently in detention today fooooor…”, the teacher looks at the papers in front of him. “Being caught in the girl’s bathroom. Huh. Did you get lost?”

Before he could respond, the final student entered loudly swinging the door open as he flew in. “Hey! Mr. C! How are we this fine afternoon?”

“Mr. Eddie Munson. Always a pleasure, sir. What are we in for today?”

“I may or may not have caused a disruption in the lunchroom today.”

“Mhmm. Well, since everyone is here, we can start. Detention begins at 5pm sharp and if you aren’t here on time, I do get to tell the principal who will do with you as he will.”

“Sounds sexy.”, the metalhead grins as he sits on top of a desk and crosses his legs. 

“Mr. Munson, I know you’ve heard this many, MANY times but for the new prisoners can you please…shut up.” The boy salutes him as the teacher continues. “The majority of the time, you guys will be here, SILENTLY, doing homework or reading, I really don’t care. Just be quiet. Depending on what is going on that day this week we may help out with things. The theater kids have a play on Friday and need help with the sets. As I’m sure Mr. Harrington knows, there’s also a game so the pep squad may need stuff set up.”

“Other than that, let’s just shut up and get through the week, okay?”

The first twenty minutes go by extremely slow as you try to focus on the homework in front of you. After a while, you felt someone watching, turning your head to see Steve staring at you. Something in those admittedly gorgeous brown irises sent a tingle through your body. It felt like he was trying to read you with the little information he had in front of him. 

You jumped as a loud beeping echoed through the room and a small devious smile spread across his face. 

“Shit.” The teacher pulled his beeper off his belt, furrowing his eyebrows anxiously. “That’s my wife. I’m going to make a quick call but if I come back and I catch you all talking or fucking around…” He points at the metalhead accusingly as he runs out the door. 

“Jesus Christ. I thought he would never leave.” Eddie sighed as he got up and slid into the desk in front of Steve reaching out to high five him. “Harrington. What are you in for?”

“Fucking Tammie told Ms. Luhrmann I was hiding in the girl’s bathroom.”

“You pervert.”

“It’s not what you think, ok! I left Nancy a note but she never showed up.”

“I told you, man. You need to stay away from those good girls. Speaking of…” Eddie swivels around on the desk to face you. “What are you in for, sweetheart?”

You curl a bit into your body, hoping they’ll just leave you alone. You don’t belong here. This isn’t normal for you. You just wanted to get through the week and never think about this again. 

Two hands, one of them covered in rings, come into your field of view in front of you as they press against your desk. “I asked you something, princess. Don’t be rude now.”

You closed your eyes at the deep tone of his voice. He sounds so sexy…

“She can definitely speak. Talked back to Carol today. It was amazing.”

That grabbed your attention as you turned to look at him. When you yelled at Carol, he wasn’t in the immediate group but he must have been nearby. They were his friends after all. 

“What did that bitch say?” Eddie asked Steve but his eyes never left you. 

“Said she had a fat ass.” The other boy rolls his eyes. 

“And what did you say?” He asks, speaking to you again. 

Your eyes found his before they left to scan you lips, down your curvy body, and back up to your face. 

“Boo!” Eddie shouted as he slammed his palms on the wood in front of you, making you jump again. He and Steve both chuckled as he sauntered away, back to his friend. 

“She commented on the fact that Carol lacks any kind of an ass and then followed that up with the word ‘bitch’.”

“Ooooh, you bad girl. You’re not wrong. That evil little person has nothing behind her. I prefer a girl who has some extra umph you know? Plus, their pussy always tastes the sweetest.”

You exhaled shakily at his words, having only heard or read them in stories. You definitely weren’t a virgin. You had been with men and had boyfriends but none of them ever spoke like Eddie had. They were always extremely shy type guys who had no idea what they were doing on top of you.

“Mr. Munson!” The teacher came back, sighing with his hands in the air. “Really?”

“Sorry, Mr. C. I had a question for the pretty girl but she doesn’t seem to be capable of speech.”

“I don’t blame her when it comes to you.”

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The next day, you became more aware of Eddie and Steve’s presences. You didn’t realize you actually had a couple of classes with Steve and lunch with both he and Eddie. The metalhead’s eyes watched you walk past the Hellfire club table as you tried to ignore him and the other boy constantly turned to glace at you as he ate with his friends. 

At the end of the day, you filed into the detention room, surprised to find both boys already there and seated in the front row, much closer to you than they were yesterday. 

“Ok troublemakers, collect your things, we are headed to the theater room.”

“I believe thespians refer to it as an auditorium, sir.” Eddie replied in a comical voice that made you smile but only Steve caught it.

“Yeah whatever. I don’t care. Just paint and behave. I’ll be right back there watching so no funny business.”

“Can we talk, Warden or is that still a no-no?”

“Yes, Mr. Munson. You can speak as long as you paint.”

You descend to your knees and they both follow suit. Steve reaches over for the paintbrushes but as he leans over towards you, he lifts it out of your grasp and hands it to his friend. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did you want something? You gotta ask for it.”, he smiled over at you as he waited. “No? Ok then.”

“Please.”

They froze as he sat back to look you over. “Please what?” He laughs as your face scrunches in disgust. “I don’t know what you want unless you ask me for it.”

“Please, Steve…can I have a brush?”

He nods as he passes it to you and you immediately duck down again to focus on the task in front of you. 

“Your voice is pretty. You should talk more.” Eddie’s eyes remained on the board as he painted. 

“It’s not that she doesn’t want to talk. She just doesn’t want to talk to us.”

You don’t know why but hearing Steve say it like that made you feel bad. It wasn’t exactly that you didn’t WANT to. You just didn’t trust or know them. King Steve was close friends with the people that tortured you daily and Eddie was the resident bad boy your parents warned you to stay away from. They both intimated you greatly not just because of their air of dominance but because you wanted them to wield it on you. 

You wanted them to use you until you or they couldn’t take it anymore and that scared the hell out of you. You were so inexperienced when it came this stuff plus…how do you explain that to someone? Shouldn’t you want to be wined and dined? Yes, you did. You absolutely did but you wanted to be fucked senseless first.

“I do want to talk to you.”

“Then why don’t you?”, Eddie asked.

“You scare me.”

“Well, shit, sweetheart. I’m not a fucking devil worshipper like these asshole people think.”

“It’s not just you and that’s not why.”

“I’ve never made fun of you, Y/N.”

“Oh, hey. She has a name! Steve, you should have told me.”

“Yeah, you never made fun of me but you never stopped them either. You laughed along with them while they picked on me and degraded me in front of the entire school. You’re just as much an asshole as they are.”

“Y/N!”, the teacher hollers from his seat. “As much as I am enjoying watching you tear the king of Hawkins high a new one, I don’t see much painting happening.”

Blinking, you shut your mouth and begin moving the brush again. 

“If you ever talk to me like that again, I don’t care where we are or who is in the room, I will throw you over my knee and punish you. Do you understand me?” You turn to look him, finding his angry eyes penetrating yours. “I said, do you understand me?”

“Steve, come on.” Eddie rolls onto his back as he stares up you. “She doesn’t play like that. Do you? Probably still a virgin.”

“I’m not a virgin.”

“I see. Ok, not a virgin but definitely not a hardcore kind of girl, right? You like the missionary, vanilla, candles by the bed, listening to slow 70s tunes. Am I right?”

“You don’t know me. Jesus, no wonder you two are friends.”

“Oh wow, Eds. Look at her. No, she doesn’t like that at all. I mean, on some nights yeah, but you prefer being told to shut the fuck up and do as your told.”

“N-n-no. I don’t.”

Your answer makes them giggle. “I would not have pictured that. You like being used?”

“Edward Munson! I swear to God. If I have yell at you guys one more time, we are going back to the classroom to sit silently.”

As detention came to a close, the teacher asked if you wouldn’t mind staying a little later to put everything away. You agreed especially since he told the guys they could leave. You needed that space away from them. 

When Steve scolded you, you felt your panties dampen but you meant what you said. He never did anything to keep the popular kids from picking on you. You saw him laugh with them multiple times. Thinking about Eddie asking if you liked being used, had your pussy clenching around nothing as you rubbed your thighs together. You didn’t know enough about him to really form an opinion. The town talked about him a lot and his club he had at school but you two never crossed paths. 

You kept thinking about them as you collected your things and headed down the hallway to leave for the day. Suddenly, a hand covered your mouth as arms lifted you by your waist into a nearby open classroom. 

“Hey, sweetheart. Steve and I wanted us to finish our conversation. Now that that asshole isn’t here, we can!” Your eyes widen as you listen to Eddie speak. His tone light but there’s a strength behind it that frightens (and excites) you. “Now, where did we leave off? Ah, yes. You were just about to tell us if you liked being used.”

Steve lifted his palm from your lips, resting it gently against your throat.  “Please.”

“Nope. We already had that discussion. You have to say what you want to get it.” Eddie sighs as you push back against the man behind you and he quickly tightens his grip on your neck. “Sweetheart, give me a word. Any word you feel like you’ll remember in any…overwhelming situation.” His eyes seductively raked along your body. 

“Vanilla.” You aren’t sure why that’s the first word that came to mind but it was the only thing you could think of as Steve loosened his grip and your head fell back against him. 

“If there’s one thing you are not, baby, it’s vanilla but… that’s fine. If at ANY point during our little talk here you feel unsafe or you want to stop just say that word. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, I understand.”

He steps forward, running his thumb along your bottom lip. “Good girl.”  His fingers trailed down to your shirt, grinning before he roughly ripped it open exposing your bra covered breasts. “Now…I’m only going to ask one more time. Do you…like…being used?”

“I-I-I don’t know. I want t-t-to be.”

His eyes widened in genuine surprise. 

“You said you’re not a virgin, right?”, Steve asked and you shook your head. 

“Aw, Harrington. What she’s telling us is she’s never been fucked properly. Is that right?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Eddie, that’s right.”

The metalhead rolls his eyes in frustration and takes a few steps back. Steve flips you around and slams your upper body down against the desk, reaching around to unbutton your pants as he pulls them below your ass. You hear the sound of a lighter being closed before the echo of his palm slapping your skin reverberates through the room. 

As a handcuff belt buckle places itself in front of you, the smell of smoke fills the air. 

“Sweetheart, this would go a lot smoother if you just listened and did as you were told.” He bent down on his heels so his face was level with your own. “Yes. What?”

“Yes, Eddie, I’ve never been fucked properly.”

“That’s better.”

Steve’s hand moves to hold your face flat to the wood and your arms reach to claw in front of you. You whine as he spanks you again. “Stop moving!”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m…” Your apology trails off as the tears start to fall down your cheeks. 

Eddie balances the cigarette between his fingers as he runs his thumb under your eye. The gesture was sweet in contrast and he noticed you begin to settle. His eyes flicked above you and a few moments pass before Steve slides his hand off your head to between your shoulder blades. 

“You said you were afraid of us. Why?”

When you don’t immediately answer he sighs and the other boy delivers two hard slaps to your bottom. Instead of pushing back or fighting underneath the weight of his palm holding you down, you laid still, accepting it. The only movements you made were with your face as you winced at the feeling.

“Why?”, he repeats. 

“Be-be-because of… how you m-m-make me feel.”, you whisper. 

“Did you hear that, Stevie?”, Eddie smirked up at him.

“Just barely but yeah. Y/N, I was there when you shouted at Carol, remember? I know you can speak louder than that.”

Your face scrunched at his words and the metalhead held his chest as he laughed.  “It kills you doesn’t it, princess? To both hate someone AND want them at the same time.”

Suddenly, you felt yourself being lifted as Steve tugged on your shirt and adjusted you so you were facing him again. “You hate me, Y/N?”

When you took too long, his fingers pinched your cheeks roughly as he tilted forward till his nose was touching yours. “I asked you a question. You fucking answer! Do you hate me?!”

“Yes! You fucking asshole! I hate you!” You defiantly glared at him as you screamed at him. 

“His friends kind of suck. They don’t even know about me. Do they, Harrington?” Eddie snuffed out his cigarette, tossing the butt in the garbage. “I mean it’s fine. I don’t care. What I do find fascinating through is this electricity between you two even though you both hate each other.”

“I don’t hate her.” Your eyelids fluttered at his admission. Why did you torture you with his friends if it wasn’t because he didn’t like you? “If I hated her, I wouldn’t want to make her cum right now.”

Eddie pressed himself to your side as his lips hovered over your ear. “Has anyone ever made you cum before?”

You couldn’t tear your eyes from Steves and you didn’t even both trying. “No. No one has ever made cum.”

“Good girl. See? She’s learning. I knew you were smart.” Eddie’s palm slid along your shoulder, bringing your bra strap down your arm. His fingers, almost delicately, freed one of your breasts from its confine and you panted out a silent moan as the pad of his thumb grazed your nipple. 

“Do you want Steve here to make you cum?”

You couldn’t help it. Your hand wrapped around the back of the other boy’s neck as you brought his lips to yours. The first thing you noticed was how delicious he tasted. You felt like you could orgasm just from this alone. His hands remained still against your hips except for the little twitch of his fingers when your mouths connected. 

Your bliss was short lived as a hand abruptly clung to your neck and violently shoved your back flat to the desk. 

“Did I ask you if you wanted to fucking kiss him?!” You trembled as Eddie angrily shouted in your face. His gripped tightened against your neck for a brief moment before he let go and you turned to the side as you gasped for air. 

“Munson.” The metalhead glanced at Steve realizing quickly the man was gone. His eyes were black with lust and need, practically hyperventilating as his hands dug into your meaty hips. “Jesus fucking Christ. Fine. She said she wanted to be used. I guess we’re doing it this way since someone can’t fucking listen.”

Steve hastily unbuckled his belt, pushing down his pants just enough to free his cock before spitting in his hand and stroking it along his length. You gasped as he breached your entrance, giving you no time to adjust to the size of him as he stretched you open. He was much bigger than anyone you had every been with and you cried out as you reached out into the air, grazing your hand along Eddie’s shirt as you grabbed the fabric. 

“How does she feel, Harrington?”

The man’s grunts filled the room as he slammed his hips into yours. “So, fucking tight. My god.” He slowed his pace as he craned his neck to watch between your legs as his dick disappeared inside of you. 

As you continued to moan, you focused on Eddie as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his own cock, pumping it with his fist. “Open your mouth, princess.” You did as you were told as his fingers tangled in your hair, pushing you lips to length. “Good girl. Fuck me…” His teeth bit into his bottom lip as he slowly thrust hips. 

The feeling of you moaning around him causes him to wipe his head towards Steve, watching as the boy pressed rapid circles into your clit. With both of them inside of you, you were quickly hurtling toward that ledge. 

“Yes, pretty girl. Take it. Fuck…your mouth feels amazing.” 

Both boys thrust into at a fast pace, Steve slamming his hips into yours so hard the desk underneath you began to shake. You started to gag and gurgle around Eddie’s cock. 

“Wh-what, baby? You gonna cum? That’s right. Just let go and feel it.”

He pulled himself out from between your lips, continuing to pump himself as he watched you. Your body shook as your back arched and you came.

Steve murmured obscenities under his breath as your pussy clenched around him. 

“God damn. That was so fucking sexy.” The metalhead shoved his cock back into your mouth as they both chased their highs.  

Steve came first, pulling out of you just as he released ropes of his seed on to your stomach. Eddie soon followed, holding your head in his firm grip as he came down your throat.

You laid flat against the desk, staring up at the ceiling as you tried to catch your breath. As you heard them pull up their pants, you half expected them to leave you there having got what they wanted but were startled when you felt a napkin being run along your stomach. 

“Geez. Always so jumpy.” Eddie gripped your arm as he helped you sit up so he could adjust your bra and shirt. “Shit.” You followed his eyes realizing what he did; that when he tore open your shirt a lot of the buttons flew off with it. On impulse you covered your chest with your arms as you tried thinking of excuses to give your mom when you got home. 

While his face furrowed in thought, Steve lifted you off the desk and guided your pants up your legs before buttoning them back up. 

“I got it.”, the metalhead snapped his fingers as he tugged his shirt over his head. Gently, he removed your blouse, handing it the other boy before throwing his own over your head. He smiled in triumph at himself as he walked around you both towards the student desks and put on his leather jacket. 

“Do you drive here or…?”, Steve asked. 

“Yeah, my car is out front.”

“Good. Come on. We’ll walk with you.”

As they started to head for the door, you reached for Eddie’s arm, turning him around, and yanked him to your body as you leaned up to kiss him. It startled him at first but after moment he keened into it as his hands cupped your cheeks. He definitely tasted different than Steve but you still wanted more. You could kiss him all night if he let you. 

After pulling away, you pushed past them and headed for the parking lot, feeling their eyes watch you as they followed. When you guys got to the parking lot, you were thankful for the slight breeze as it cooled your still somewhat sweaty skin. 

There were only three cars remaining; yours, the BMW you assumed was Steve’s, and Eddie’s van. Steve reached across you, cutting you off as he opened the vehicle door for you. You paused for a moment before turning to look at them. You weren’t sure what you were expecting but the soft eyes that looked back at you were completely different than what you had experienced these last two days. 

You wanted to say something but weren’t sure what. Thankfully, they understood as Eddie stepped forward, placing his hand on your shoulder as he guided you into your car. 

“See you tomorrow, sweetheart.”

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@sidthedollface2 @luna-munson83 @devilinthepalemoonlite @corrodedcorpses

[buckyalpine]

Curves

18+

I got a request for this, but this is also an exact beauty/body image issue I struggle with heavily. You’d be surprised how awful people are and how quick they are to openly comment on other peoples bodies.

Also I intended for this to be a lil more soft but we ended with a lil more smut. There's both. Sorry. 

Warnings: Angst, body insecurity, bullying, fluff because Bucky is a sweet heart, Soft smutt, sexy smut, lottsa smuuutt

“Okay, boobs or ass?”

“Ass”

You shook your head over hearing a conversation between some of the new recruits at the compound; they were childish and you shouldn’t have cared about what they were talking about but it still rubbed you the wrong way. Couldn’t they at least whisper? You tried to block out their conversation, going back to your workout while they continued to snicker and stare at others in the gym. 

“No, seriously, I’d rather a girl have no boobs at all and a fat ass over no ass and big tits” 

You sucked in a breath, shaking off the way the comment made you feel. It wasn’t directed at you but it may as well have been. It wasn’t the first time you had heard someone talk about how important a nice ass was to them. You were immediately thrown back to every moment someone had pointed out how your butt was too small. Your mind was plagued with all the other comments people had made about your body in the past.  

Ass too small.

Not curvy enough.

Big chest.

Shoulders too wide. 

You never felt good enough. It didn’t help that guys from past relationships always talked about how they wished your body was a little different; there was always a flaw that had to be fixed. Why did no one ever just love you and find you beautiful the way you were? No one had ever just appreciated your body for what it was. 

You knew Bucky adored you with his entire being but you couldn’t imagine he actually loved your body for what it was. You couldn’t bring yourself to believe him when he said it was beautiful. He was perfect. Handsome. Sweet. Loving. You didn’t understand why he was with you; he belonged with someone that looked better than you. 

You sped off to the showers before the tears started, threatening to spill down your cheeks any second. You knew what the fuck your body looked like. You worked out as much as you could to try and add some side to your lower half but it didn’t make much of a difference. You always had a large chest but your butt didn’t match. 

It didn’t help that everyone talked so much about celebrating curves and yours just felt like they were in the wrong places. Everyone on social media had the perfect lower body; at the very least they seemed to be in proportion.

You felt unattractive. Uncomfortable in your own skin. 

You let the hot shower water drown out your sniffles, pulling yourself together so you could head down for dinner. The issue was silly anyway; there were bigger problems in the world and you had to move on. 

If only it were that easy. 

“Everything okay y/n?” Tony smiled at you softly, noticing you hadn’t eaten a thing, your plate untouched while everyone else had almost finished. 

“I’m okay” You gave him a strained smile, poking some of the food around with your fork, “Just tired, I think I’m going to sleep a little early” 

Bucky watched you carefully, frowning as you covered your plate with some foil and popped it in the fridge for later; he could tell something was off. You smile didn’t meet your eyes and your face had been puffy. You had been crying. 

“Good night” The rest of the team wished you good night while you trudged to your room. You couldn’t shake the way you felt, wanting to just curl up in bed and shut the world out for a little while. Your own little bubble where the way your body looked just didn’t matter. 

You slipped on an over sized t-shirt and crawled into bed, curling up in a ball when you heard the door click open a few minutes later. You pulled the covers higher over yourself, wanting to hide yourself from everyone, including Bucky. 

“Hey sweet heart” His heart sank looking at the little ball that stayed hidden under the covers. He so badly wanted to scoop you up and ask you what was wrong but you buried yourself further. 

“I-I’m tired” 

Bucky swallowed thickly, he knew there was something that bothered you but he respected that you didn’t want to talk about it yet. He kissed your head, giving you some space while he slipped under the covers to go to sleep. 

You couldn’t sleep. 

Your mind kept going back to the agents at the gym. 

It tore you apart. Your other teammates were gorgeous. So many other perfect recruits with toned bodies, ones that always looked perfect.  

Then there was you. The insecurity dug its heels in deeper and you let it eat you away silently. 

It had been weeks. 

Weeks of you avoiding Bucky, only letting him give you a peck on the cheek or a hug with one arm. You had stopped changing in front of him and curled up away from him instead of cuddling each night. You didn’t want Bucky to see you naked, to touch you, or feel you. You didn’t want his hands on something that felt so fucking unlovable and awful, how had he been with you so many times before, you didn’t understand. 

You were so stuck in your own head, you didn’t notice the way he always trailed after you, hoping you’d talk to him or tell him what was wrong. He missed his doll and you didn’t even look his way anymore. It broke him. 

Tony’s Party 

You stood by the couch while the team lounged around together; the seats on the couch occupied by Nat, Steve and Bucky. Bucky smiled at you softly, gently tugging your hand, pulling you to sit on his lap like you had done countless times before. 

"Baby, why are you standing, just sit on my la-

“No!” You pulled your hand away quickly, you couldn't understand why he was still with you when he could have had anyone he wanted. It felt like a sick joke.  “N-no, its okay” You shook your head, scrambling away from Bucky, hardly registering the pained expression on his face, why didn’t you want to even sit with him anymore? 

You made sure there was enough distance between your both, not wanting to sit in his lap, your insecurities seeping further. He probably felt uncomfortable each time you sat on him. 

“I-I’m going to grab a drink” You hurried off to the bar, grabbing a drink and wandering off to an empty hall trying to pull yourself together. All your emotions felt like they were at an all time high, missing the sweet soft touch of your boyfriend, hating how you looked in your dress, wishing you could look better for him, wishing you loved your own body. You downed your drink, deciding to go back to your room instead, a part of you wondering if you should tell Bucky but you couldn’t bring yourself to go back to the party. 

Bucky searched the crowd for you, feeling uneasy when you didn’t come back and he didn’t see you anywhere. He made his way up to your shared bedroom, his heart relaxing a little when he saw the soft glow of the light from under the door. You yelped seeing Bucky standing by the door, clutching your towel as you came out from the bathroom. You changed out of your dress and took a hot shower, ready to change into your comfy clothes. You stared at Bucky wide eyed, gripping onto your towel for dear life, he couldn’t see you like this, there was no way he was attracted to this. 

“Y/n? Baby, why did you leave” He shut the door softly behind him, his heart hurting when you almost looked scared, the skin on you knuckles pulled taut with how hard you were making sure the towel stayed up. 

“Sorry” You whispered, hoping to run into the closet to change but Bucky took two strides, standing right in front of you. He always loved how you looked right after a shower, his gorgeous angel, her face bare and fresh. You were perfect. 

“When will you talk to me baby” His hand tiled your chin up to look at him but you bit your lip, pulling away. “What’s wrong y/n?”

“Nothing’s wrong” You took a few steps back, shaking your head, your throat beginning to tighten. Bucky let out a frustrated huff, running a hand over his face, he had waited for so long for you to talk to him but you pushed him further away each day. 

“Y/n, I know something’s been bothering you, please baby-

“It’s nothing- 

“That’s not true! You don’t even let me touch you anymore, you’ve been so distant with me, you won’t even tell me why!”

Your heart started to race, you wanted to tell him, fuck, for weeks you wanted to cry in his lap and let him comfort you but you didn’t feel like you deserved it. It was a stupid issue and you should have been able to deal with it yourself. 

“Because- 

“Because why? Why are you pushing me away, did I do something?”

You stared at your feet, not trusting yourself to speak anymore. Bucky took a step closer to you while you continued to shrink away from him. 

“Y/n, please, just talk to me, why are you-

He stopped half way, seeing the pained expression etched on your face, your eyes glassy with tears. 

“Y/n?”

“B-ecause- You cut yourself off, breaking down into sobs, the past weeks of criticizing yourself finally taking its toll. You continued to clutch onto your towel, hiding your face with your other hand while Bucky pulled you into his arms, wrapping you tightly against him. 

“Sweet heart come here” He cradled your body, kissing the top of your head, scooping you up so he could sit with you in his lap. He sat up against the head board, careful to make sure you towel didn’t slip off, tucking you against him, keeping you secure in his arms. “Why’s my baby so upset” His lips brushed against your forehead, peppering soft kisses onto your skin, letting you cry as much as you needed. He held you until your cries reduced to soft sniffles, your face hidden in his neck. 

“What’s wrong my angel”  He stroked your hair while you swallowed thickly; you could only avoid the subject for so long. 

“I-I don’t like how my body looks” You whispered, your voice muffled while you stayed tucked against his body. 

“What do you mean baby?” Bucky truthfully didn’t understand. He understood some parts; he dealt with his own share of body insecurities. But you were fucking gorgeous, what wasn’t there to like...

“I hate how big my chest is, my butt is too small, I wish I had more curves or just different proportions” You shrugged, while Bucky cupped your face, making you look at him. 

“Baby, your body is perfect exactly the way it is-

“You’re saying that because you like me Bucky” You pouted, while he smiled softly, shaking his head. Only he knew how attracted he was to you long before you’d even started dating. 

“Will you let me show you?” His hand trailed down to your towel, kissing your bare shoulder when he felt your body tense up. “Let me show you what you do to me baby, what no one else does” His lips brushed against your cheek, trailing to your ear, kissing and nipping your neck. “Please baby, I’ve missed you so much” 

The desperation in his voice made your heart flutter, his hands roaming on your body, stroking up your thigh, moving you to lay under him. He had waited for weeks to feel his princess under him and he was ready to spend the entire night showing you how perfect your body was. You bit your lip, hesitating to let him take your towel off, your heart racing when he moved your hand away. 

“James...” 

“Baby, I’ve seen this gorgeous body naked 100 times before, there’s a reason I leave the lights on, I want to look. Fuck, I love what I see y/n, please, just let me... 

He pulled your towel off, groaning at your naked body under his, his eyes shamelessly raking up and down your skin. He momentarily got off you to toss his clothes off, crawling back on top of you, his thick hard cock bobbling between his legs. He straddled your waist, his cock sitting perfectly between your tits, smearing precum between the soft flesh. 

“You make my cock leak baby. You don’t understand sweetheart, I know I love you but fuck I’m also so attracted to you” He guided your hands to squeeze your chest together, rutting his cock in between, moaning at the way his cock disappeared between the soft mounds, “I fucking love these pretty boobs baby, so warm and soft, perfect to suck on, perfect to fuck, making me feel so good” His head was thrown back, lost in the feeling of the way your tits felt around his cock. 

You could feel your slick drip out of you while Bucky admired your body on top of you, his eyes heavy with lust, relishing in the way it felt to fuck your boobs. You gasped as he pulled away, turning you around so you were flat on your stomach, slotting his cock between your soaked folds, getting it nice and wet before rutting against your ass. 

“And this sweet ass” He bit his lip, grabbing your ass, humping his cock against you, his voice nearly a growl. “Perfect for me to grab, perfect to hold onto. You feel how fucking hard I am baby, you feel what a mess I’m making?” His cock continued to drip onto your skin, making it easier for him to rut against you harder “I have no idea what more I could possibly ask for, your body is perfect the way it is princess” 

You whimpered under him, your pussy clenching around nothing, craving to be filled by him. He smirked, loving the sweet desperate little sounds leaving your lips, he could practically smell your arousal. 

“Come here, I wanna look at this body while I make love to you”  He got off, moving to sit against your headboard. He pulled you to straddle him, lining his cock up with your throbbing cunt, rubbing his cockhead through your folds. 

“Bucky please...” You could feel your heart face, your body heating up with the way he let his eyes trail up and down you. 

“Hmm, don’t rush me princess, you kept me away from this pretty body for way too long” His cock hitched against your core “God your beautiful” He pushed his cock in slowly, pulling your hips down, moaning at the way your walls fluttered around him. You could feel his cock throb, holding still to keep himself from cumming, gripping tightly onto your thighs. “You feel that baby, the way my cock is throbbing in you, can’t even control how much cum there is for you” 

His words made you moan, draping your arms around his shoulders while his lips smashes on to yours. 

“Just feel me baby” He held you close to him, rocking his hips up, one hand  your cheek to make you look at him, the other stroking your back. “Feel what you do to me gorgeous girl, no one else makes me lose control the way you to, you make me so fucking hard, make my balls feel heavy, you make me cum so hard” 

He pulled you flush against him, his hands rubbing down your back, grabbing onto your ass, gripping and squeezing the soft flesh, groaning. “You feel so good princess, you feel me dripping in you?” 

“Fuck Buckyy” You could feel the band in your belly start to tighten, your clit starting to throb, begging for some relief, your orgasm right on edge. “Gonna cum, please”

He started to fuck you faster, guiding your body to bounce on him, meeting his thrusts, sweat beading at his forehead, jaw slack watching the way your boobs bounced each time he slammed you down. He could feel his balls tighten against him, he’d started off his climax as long as he could but he couldn’t hold it off anymore, not with how you looked moaning and clinging onto him. 

“That’s right princess, moan for me baby, say my name sweet heart” His eyes rolled back each time you called for him, he loved nothing more than his pretty baby coming apart for him, he was going take you apart and put you back together all night. His hand trailed down to toy with your clit, rubbing soft tight circles onto your sensitive nub making you clench around him, strangling his cock. “Make a mess on my cock baby, want you to cream all over me, give me your cum babygirl, I want it, fuck, I want it” 

“JamesJamesJAMESFUCK I-I’m GONNa-JAMES”

“Who do you cum for baby, who do you belong to”

“YOU, Fuck Bucky, you, wanna cum, pleaseplease Bucky I-

“Cum for me angel” He sped his fingers up, thrusting into you harder, moaning with you as you fell apart, clinging onto him while he fucked you through your high “Fuck you’re mine baby, this beautiful body, your beautiful soul, its all. Fucking MINE” 

He started to chase his high, his arms wrapped around your body, his blue eyes locked with yours. You could feel every vein, every ridge of his cock harden in you, his thick length swelling, moaning louder, ropes of cum bursting from the tip. 

“Look at me pretty babyyy, you feel how much m’cumming for you doll, fuck, it’s so much, this pretty body is going to be the death of me” You nearly came again watching the way Bucky fell apart for you, clinging your body, his hips rutting into you, milking every single drop out. His moans turned into soft whimpers, overstimulating himself, refusing to leave the warmth of your body. He stayed inside you, moving your body with his to lie down, pulling the blankets to cover you both. 

“You truly are beautiful y/n.” He pushed a strand of hair away from your face, his thumb caressing your cheek. “Even if you don’t believe me today. Or tomorrow. Doesn’t change the fact that your body is perfect the way it is” 

You smiled softly, your heart feeling a little lighter, though all your insecurities hadn’t faded away yet. Bucky could read your mind, continuing to whisper to you while you nuzzled into his warmth. 

“I’m forever amazed your mine. I’m forever amazed I get to show you off and call you my girl. I’ll never get over the fact that you let me look at you, touch you, feel you, make love to you. I’m so lucky baby. I can promise you, I never once looked at you and thought about wanting to change anything. You had me smitten from day one” 

“You like me” You shrugged, mumbling against his skin. “Feelings influence how you feel-

Bucky rolled his eyes, cutting you off with a kiss to your lips, confessing his dirty little secret shamelessly. 

“Baby, I had my hand down my pants thinking about you way before we started dating. Nothing to do with feelings, I can show you how I used to- 

“Bucky!” You buried your face in his chest, giggling while he smirked, fully prepared to give you another show on the spot. “You little perv” 

“I am, just for you though” He snickered, showering you with kisses, his hands softly caressing your body, loving every inch of your skin. “There’s no doubt I’m utterly in love with you. But I also love the way you look. I love this body. I love the way you make me feel. I don’t care how big or little your ass is. It’s all mine. These beautiful boobs? All mine. This gorgeous waist, soft thighs, silky skin, all mine. You’re gorgeous my angel. I’ll remind you every single day for as long as I breathe” 

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[honeymoonavsstuff]

Please “How long have you been standing there?” with JJ? Maybe some angst, but you can decide ofcourse. 💗

Pairing: JJ x reader. (part 2 is on my profile if you want)

Summary: I’m just saying that your love lenguage is bullying and you have a big fat crush on JJ.

Warnings: swearing and mean flirting.

A/N: this was in my drafts for such a long time and I wanted to share it. Sorry for my english, I’m Italian and this is not my first lenguage. Continue with the requests❤️

You were tanning on the boat with Kie, when the other boys arrived, interrupting the relaxing moment that you and your best friend were in.

“Rise and shine girls, we have some fish to get” John B shouted while messing up your hair.

You tried to hit him, but the boy was too fast and you gave him the finger. Then you took off your sunglasses, it took you a moment to get used to the strong sunlight and then you saw JJ. You smiled at yourself seeing his new cap.

“Timmy Turner wants his pink hat back JJ '' you expected him to be annoyed or to not respond, but he laughed and went to sit in the spot in front of you.

“How are you, pretty girl ?” he smirked at you. Your stomach aches lightly, stupid fucking cute nickname.

“Not so good now that you're here” he brought his hand on his chest, pretending to be offended. You rolled your eyes and he smiled at you.

“I know that you love me” you lifted your eyebrows unamused while he winked at you.

“You’re so annoying I can’t even look at you” you brought back your sunglasses on and turned your head, only to meet eyes with Kie, who was smiling at you.

“What?” you mouthed at her, confused by her reaction. She rolled her eyes playfully.

“Why are you always so hard on him?” Kiara asked. You two were alone in the chateaux, laying on the couch while the others went to buy dinner.

“What are you talking about?”

“JJ, you’re always picking on him” you smirked to yourself at the question.

“Don’t know, it’s just funny and he annoys me ” Kie lifted her eyebrows.

“You shure?” you nodded a yes.

“So you behave this way with him, being all mean and shit, just because he annoys you?” she positioned herself so she was sitting in front of you.

“Uhm, yeah?” in response she mumbled an unconvinced ‘Okay’.

“Why are you asking me this anyways?”

Kie scoffed “Because you acted like this with Jack Walters too and then hooked up with him.”

You looked at your best friend confused.

“And what are you trying to prove with that?” you scoffed. She smiled like it was the most obvious thing.

“I’m just saying that bullying is your love lenguage and you have a big fat crush on JJ.” You widen your eyes,

“What?” you said in an high pitched voice. “That’s so not true” you threw her a pillow.

“Yes it is!” she threw it back at you.

“No, he annoys me… Like a lot.”

''You wanna tell me that there is not even a small part of you that is attracted to him?”.

You looked right in her eyes trying to think of a comeback, but it took you too long.

“Ah, I knew it” she pointed at you playfully “ and I just know you too well Y/N like-“.

“I’m just saying” you interrupted her,” that I have eyes, I mean everyone can say he is attractive.”

“Oh, just admit it.”

“But he is just so… infuriating, like litterally so-“ you exaled deeply.

“He just makes me mad with his stupid face and his stupid ideas and how he acts and,” you interrupted yourself bringing your hands on your face and making an exasperated sound.

“ God, I think I like him,” you threw your head on the back of the couch, “ am I really that predictable?”

Kie screamed excited “I SO knew it you-” her expression quickly changed.

“What now? You look so dumb with that face Kie, i’m…”

Fucked. You were totally fucked.

JJ was standing right there, right at that moment and you knew you were screwed.

After a few seconds of silence, when the boy couldn’t help but look at you with a smile that made you want to move to another country, the only thing you were able to say was: “How long have you been standing there?”

“You really slept with Walters?”

Shit, he knew about your feelings for him AND one of your worst hookups.

“Well, I’m gonna go now,” Kie said, getting up from her spot. Before leaving the last room you would have ever wanted to be in she mouthed the words “Oh my god” and just left you to your destiny.

“So you like me, uh?” he asked with a smirk.

“Oh, god…” you exclaimed, hiding your face in your hands, “this is karma punishing me.”

JJ's laugh sent you over the edge.

“Laugh again and I’m killing myself” laying on the couch, still with your hands covering your embarrassed face.

“Always so dramatic…” he said, with a grin on and walking towards you.

The blonde offered you a hand, helping you sit up so your eyes were on the same level.

“I guess we have to talk about this,” his blue eyes were intoxicating and you had to remember how to breathe because his voice was so low and smooth and sexy “so let’s say I pick you up later to…sort this out.”

Your throat was sore, maybe you had also forgotten how to speak. You didn’t know what to say and he was still looking at you and you were so nervous and JJ is just so…

“I can’t, I have a date” the lie just slipped off your mouth like nothing, you literally had nothing to do that night.

The boy chuckled another time and took another step towards you.

“Since you are so in love with me, I think you can cancel that” still that smile, still that dreaming voice.

“Shut up, you disgust me” you pushed him away, trying to contain your excitement.

“So my house at eight?”

(part 2)

[gemini-sensei]

Bully!Hawk x Chubby!Alexopoulos!Reader

Fem!Reader ○ unedited

For as long as Hawk could remember, Reader was just Demetri's little sister. That was all she was. Being a year younger, she just followed them around and did what the boys were doing until she got friends of her own. Every sleepover, they had to include her in games because she just wanted to hangout. It was easy, but it was never anything more than that. As soon as she got her own best friend, she was running off to girly sleepovers and gigging behind her hand. She kept to herself, to her friends, and never did much to get in the way. She was the ever caring little sister that came around from time to time.

Then high school happened and the youngest Alexopoulos got hot.

She was hot in that pudgy and cute sorta way. Thick thighs, shapely hips, big bust. But she was shy and insecure. She hid her body in oversized sweaters and kept to herself. She was quiet, but never around her friends. They were an artsy crowd, drawing on all their assignments and carrying big fat sketchbooks around. When they made her laugh, she was angelic and caught everyone's eye. She thought she wasn't pretty enough for that, never seeing peoples admiring eyes. If she did, she quieted and hid behind her best friend. She was too cute for her own good.

It was unfortunate that her shy demeanor also made her an easy target for bullies like Cobra Kai, who were looking to get back a Miyagi-Do in any way they could.

Whenever she's alone, they crowd around and shove her between them, back and forth, making the poor girl whimper and shink up. It's like a game to them as they laugh, but there's no clear objective as to what they're doing. They pick at her hair, her clothes, her fat. She gets pinched on the flab of her arms or her round cheeks. They call her names and insult her ruthlessly. Some tease her by throwing food at her, packs of candy or little chocolates, laughing as she run away.

Hawk is among the group pestering her. He laughs as she gets upset, grinning as she looks at him for help but he doesn't tell his friends to stop. He joins in, pinching her arms and teasing her as she tries to get away. Sometimes he lets her go and they laugh as she hurries away.

Sometimes he messes with her on his own.

He catches her around corners, makes her late for class, stops her from leaving on time. He pushes her around, trips her up, knocks her books out of her hand. He takes her sketchbook and holds it over her head, telling her she'll have to do something about it to get it back.

"Please, Eli! Give it back," she cries.

His nostrils flare up. He shoves it into her chest and backs her up into a set of lockers. She yelps, but he hardly notices. "Its Hawk."

After that, she tries to avoid him, and he notices. So he makes it hard for that to happen. He catches her when she comes out of class, finds her at lunch, prevents her from leaving gym on time. He's a menace to her a d he's inescapable. He knows her too well.

The first te something happens between them, it's at a party. He was invited with all of Cobra Kai, she was dragged there by friends encouraging her to have a good time. Some hours in, she's alone, holding a cup of beer that isn't hers, and not talking to anyone. She's stuck herself to the wall to be out of everyone's way and as Hawk comes in from outside, he spots her. She's on her phone, trying to ignore the world around her.

He approaches and puts a hand on the wall by her head. She looks up and he smirks as he sees the look on her face. He takes the drink from her hand and chugs it as she tries to tell him it's not hers, but he already knew that. Given the chance to drink, she'd never do it.

"I know," he says, dropping the empty cup. "You're too much of a goody two shoes for that."

She looks away from him, but he grabs her chin and makes her look at him. She pouts and it's probably the cutest thing she's even done. He squishes her cheeks in his hand and laughs at her, but it becomes a soft chuckle as he leans into her. She can smell the alcohol on his breath and put her hands on his chest, feeling the lean muscle he's built up that she knows wasn't there before. It's a thought in the back of her mind, though, as she asks,

"What are you doing?"

"Trying to kiss you."

"You're drunk."

He scoffs. "I've barely had two drinks. I hardly feel a buzz."

Her hands on his chest don't do anything. He still leans into her, slowly. She can push him away if she wants to, he gives her the chance. He's inches away from her and asks,

"Can I kiss you?"

She stares up at him, up into his handsome blue eyes. The same eyes she grew up around and as he stares back at her, they are soft like she remembers them. She nods gently and he smiles at her.

Next thing she knows, they're kissing in the corner of a room at a party she didn't want to come to. Her arms are wrapped around his neck and he's holding her waist, eventually sliding his arms around her and holding her close. It's a head dizzying, heated, perhaps long overdue kiss. Her chest is exploding with a rush of excitement fueled by a childhood crush come back to life.

(Old draft that is technically incomplete but could be read as a finished maybe. I don't really remember what the rest of this was going to be 🤷‍♀️)

[hatsunevitu]

au about kyman entering the same university somewhere far away from south park, where not a single person knows what kind of reputation cartman had back in his native town.

so cartman decides it’s a chance for him to replay the game and change the way he is treated.

he acts nice, he makes wise decisions, he makes friends with those who can help him in future, he doesn’t break a single law and studies hard, he becomes a perfect version of eric cartman. and everyone falls for it, because he seems absolutely cool, funny and charismatic to them.

the only person who’s not buying it is kyle, who decides it’s his moral obligation to “expose” the true nature of eric cartman, so he tries to sabotage him in any way but fails every time eventually humiliating himself. by the end of the first term even the professors know that kyle broflovski is obsessed with fighting with cartman and most people assume that he’s either a simple fatphobic bully or is in love with cartman.

by that time kyle is considered to be a loser and is pretty much avoided by most of his peers meanwhile cartman is surrounded by people who love and admire him. so it happens that cartman is the only friend kyle’s got now hehe.

the whole first half of an au is basically kyle who’s trying to set cartman up so he can reveal his “evil side” but he ends up as an unbelievable piece of shit himself.

and kyle is pissed because how can’t anyone see the truth??

he complains about it to cartman because he doesnt have anyone else.

cartman, meeting kyle in the morning: Hey, so how will you try to set me up this time?

kyle: I am not “setting anyone up”. I simply want people to know the truth about who you really are.

cartman: Seem kinda obsessed with me, huh, Kahl?

kyle: Do not provoke me, Cartman.

cartman: I am not. Just… what’s the truth, tell me? Who am I, then? I seem to have forgotten it since everyone here thinks I’m great.

kyle, raising his voice: You’re an unbelievably psychotic fat ugly piece of shit and you do not deserve what you get, that’s who you are, you hear me, asshole?!

everyone in the class: …Woah, Broflovski. Nice job, jerk, now you made him upset. What’s even wrong with you?

cartman, raising voice so everyone hears him: Wow, Kyle, I guess you really haven’t changed since high school. And I was stupid enough to hope we could be friends here…

kyle, confused: Wait, that is not what… That’s… Fuck!! You planned it since the beginning, didn’t you?

imagine kyle who was DREAMING about his university life? he thought he’d be noticed because of how smart he is, he thought girls would love him because he’s intelligent and nice, he thought everything would be different. but instead his life was once again about cartman – and he couldn’t forgive him for ruining his life of dream.

kyle: Why on Earth would you do this? It was supposed to be the best year of my life, but you just had to show up and ruin everything!

cartman: I ruined everything?

kyle: Yes, you did! Why else would you go to the same university?!

cartman: I’m sorry, Kyle, I don’t quite get it. You think I went to this university just because of you? How highly do you think of yourself?

kyle: Why not? You’ve been obsessed with me the whole time!

cartman: I’m obsessed? Isn’t it you who devotes all his time in his first year of university trying to set me up? Tell me about being obsessed, Kyle!

kyle: What’s that supposed to mean?

cartman: I came here, to the university as far from South Park as possible, to start a new fucking page of my life without prejudice. Have you seen a single person here who would refer to me as “fatass” except for you?

kyle: Oh, don’t even start it with “fatphobic” shit, you can’t possibly be offended by this, that was just friendly bantering!

cartman: Was it? Was it, Kyle?

kyle: Well–

cartman: And even now that I’m here you still can’t let it go. You still can’t accept the tiny possibility that I might’ve changed. So you just have to go there and shout “hey, everyone, he’s a piece of shit, you should hate him with me”. Does that help your self-esteem?

kyle: I… ugh, I didn’t think it was like that…

cartman: I know you didn’t.

[ec2003]

The Reason Why Vivziepop Should Owe Up To Her Mistakes And Reasons Why I'm Defending Her

Viv' makes characters have ongoing insecurities and Blitz (one of the few) has been trying to connect to those he hurt, so why can't Viv do the same if she doesn't want anybody attacking her? I believe she's the same as Blitz. NO matter how much she tried to make herself feel better she still makes things worse by coping and, to me, is afraid of being alone and wrong. She was bullied when she was 17. I do feel sad for her, but still doesn't excuse her from being an asshole at times and I believe she was being taken advantage of. You don't have to agree with me, and it's understandable since everyone has different opinions, but despite her own flaws as a human being, I support her projects and yes, I'm a Vivziepop fan, but doesn't mean I can't criticize her. I don't think she came from a "rich white Latina girl" background either since she's known to criticize rich folks in Helluva Boss (despite having celebs), I believe she doesn't know how to socialize with people and change because she's too caught up in her own problems. Now, I respect people for their own shapes and sizes 100%, but I believe the reason why Viv's a bit fat in recent years is because she puts so much stress over herself. She should just have someone take over Twitter for her. As much as she frustrates me, I can't help it but feel sad for her. I've been in the same situation where I pushed people away with my own problems. As for being racist, I don't think that Viv was racist with the voodoo thing and was just being arrogant just because it seemed "edgy" and "cooler". As for being transphobic, I'm not gonna defend her on that one, yeah, she was being an asshole. I'm straight and have friends that are LGBTQ. Another thing I wanna point out is that she also has ADHD and before everyone argues, it's not an excuse for her actions, but I believe it's also part of the reason why she can't write at times and she has a hard time listening. As for CP on Zoophobia when it came to Addison and the teacher (since Addison is 17 and Gustav is 19), I'm gonna defend Viv on this one. Viv was born in Maryland and the age of consent in Maryland is 16 if you did your research. So, Viv was obeying the law, even if it doesn't feel right. As for ep 4, I at first thought they weren't gonna treat SA as a serious subject because at times, it's used for comedy and Viv does have this problem where it's only serious because she likes to pick favorites. Despite her hiring a fetish artist to be a storyboard artist in which I don't see a problem with that but she should still fire Raph for harassing a 15 year old, it was actually good. Here is the reason why I'm defending it. It's not perfect, but when watching this episode, I don't see it as Husk trying to tell Angel that his abuse doesn't matter and that he should suck it up. He called him a loser because Angel is coping with his feelings and made up a persona to hide from the fact that he is being abused in order to save himself considering that Valentino took advantage of him. Now, yeah, that did sounded fucked up for calling him a loser, but I believe that Husk wasn't comparing his situation to Angel which is way worse than Husk's, he doesn't want Angel to end up in a situation Husk was in because they both have been taking advantage of. The rape scenes are meant to be graphic and as for Viv adding a warning screen, in Amazon Prime, it will say Rated 18+ for drug use, sexual abuse, and so on. Only one episode was for 18 and up. You guys don't have to like Viv and I'm very sorry for those that were hurt, and obviously she deserves some of it, but I still don't want her to go down this path because I still see her as a human being. If I did encounter her in real life, I would really want to help her when the cameras are not rolling in hopes that she'll become a better person. It worked well with my friends, so maybe I can do the same with her. She inspired me to be an independent animator so in return, I make her feel better.

[blancetude]

Of Rain & Lilacs

Part 03

Alpha!Jungkook x F!Omega!Chubby!Reader

➢ ❝ I broke my rules for you. ❞

➢𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰: When Jeon Jungkook first met the strange Omega everyone had been whispering of she looked every bit like a delicate butterfly, not knowing he would eventually pluck her wings.

➢𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: angst, fluff, dub-con, strangers to friends to lovers to estranged (lol)

➢𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: Verbal & Physical Bullying, Fat

Shaming, Eventual Dubcon Smut-ish, Lots of Tears

➢𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 5.9k

** NOT PROOFREAD **

➢𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙: 01 - 02

➢ 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱: @thiccchocolatebar @yoongiigolden @ashes69 @hooomansstuff @tnrthings @renaefraser

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If they handed out money for each time you were oblivious to something, you’d never have to work a day in your life again.

Jungkook didn’t know if you were playing hard to get or that cute little head of yours really was filled with glitter.

He’d done all the textbook steps to try and impress you.

He’d drive you home, walk you to class, hug you extra tight when greeting you, compliment you whenever the chance was given (which was always cause you were gorgeous) even gave you a few of his hoodies so you’d only smell like him.

He was the perfect gentlemen, always knowing not to push your boundaries and make you uncomfortable but it was getting harder each time he’d shoot you a flirty smile only to get your innocent friendly one in return.

His patience was starting to wear thin. You hadn’t noticed it before but you were starting to catch the eye of other Alphas on campus.

Maybe it was the new exposure you’d gotten after he decided to join you at the hip. Not even Jungkook himself could deny that he was popular.

It had its perks sometimes, people were always willing to help him out and be his friend but they never felt genuine.

All his life he’d been chased after, complimented, been put on pedestal and fawned over. He could always see the lust in people eyes when they so much as greeted him, sub-genders of all sorts pushing out their pheromones making him feel disgusted with himself.

He knew it wasn’t his fault. He knew his family were no joke especially as he came from a long line of world famous painters. But he craved that unbiased genuine friendship and love since he was a child.

Jungkook was blessed the day he met Yugeom. He’d never made Jungkook’s status a factor in their friendship, he just honestly liked the Elite Alpha for who he was.

Yugeom was always there for him, helping him through thick and thin. Except for now.

It was a Friday night and the two were busy moving furniture into their new apartment near campus.

After he’d decided to court you, Jungkook became jealous easily. He never wanted to bring you to the Alpha dorms around all those other students eyeing you a little too much and he was weary of being in your little apartment knowing how unmated omegas needed their privacy as to not make them nervous with all sorts of scents in their homes.

So he did the most logical thing. He bought a very impressive apartment with the hopes that you’d hang out with him here often. He’d ignored Yugeom’s eye roll and scoff of ‘rich kids’ when Jungkook happily signed the estate papers.

“Don’t you think–“ Yugeom groaned as he waddled backwards trying to help his friend move in a fancy new couch with extra soft cushions that you would love into their spacious living room, “that maybe you’re going a little hard right now?”

Jungkook huffed a laugh and shook his head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about dude.”

Yugeom stopped walking, making the couch bump into Jungkook’s stomach with a grunt.

“Look, I know I can be too much sometimes but you bought a whole ass apartment just so you could talk to a girl that may I remind you, you haven’t even asked out yet.“

“You seem to have forgotten that you’ll be living here too Yug.”

“Besides the point, what’s next? You gonna buy out a hallway at school just so you and (y/n) can walk alone together?”

Jungkook snorted at Yugeom’s ridiculous accusations.

“Of course not!…

Can I really do that?”

“Oh my god–“

Yugeom set the couch down and threw his hands up in defeat before walking off, saying something about getting them something to drink.

Jungkook laughed and placed his hands on his hips, looking at his new home. He wasn’t down that bad, he thought he was just being a good friend and trying to make you comfortable with a new setting.

He could already imagine you sitting so cutely on the fluffy couch wrapped up in an equally soft blanket as you watched scary movies with him and huddled close.

He didn’t even realize how deep into his little domestic fantasy he was when a ring of his phone made him jump.

He steadied his beating heart and scrolled through his notifications seeing a text from Jackson Wang, one of the schools most popular elite alpha seniors and Yugeom’s soon-to-be pack mate.

He was throwing another of his many frat parties and was expecting Jungkook to tag along, even mentioning that he had personally invited you as well.

The boy’s blood ran cold, if there was anyone Jungkook didn’t want around you it was Jackson.

He wasn’t a bad guy, he was the complete opposite actually. He was kind, funny, smart, but that’s where the problem was.

Jackson could easily swoop you off your feet with how charismatic and practically perfect he was, and Jungkook was taking no chances.

He quickly dialed his friend, clenching his fist in irritation as he took his time answering.

“Hey JK! what’s up?”

Jungkook tried pursed his lips for a moment trying not to convey his irritation through his tone.

“You know (Y/n)?” He curtly asked.

If only he could see the wide smug smile Jackson had on the other side as he made himself comfy on his bed for the teasing he would undoubtedly torture his younger friend with.

“Yeah, seems like she knows me too.”

Jungkook’s jaw tightened and he took a breath. He’s your friend, he’s your friend.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for (Y/n) to go.”

“Why the sudden opposition my dear boy?”

“Jackson.”

“Ah okay okay, but think about it. Maybe this is the opportunity you need to get things going.”

Jungkook blinked. How the hell did he know?

“How– did Yugeom tell you?”

“Nope, but you just did.”

And this is why he couldn’t stand talking to the older man more than he needed to.

“Whatever, I have to go.”

“Consider it! JK and (Y/n) sittin’ in a tree, K-I-S–“

Jungkook hung up quickly, worried Jackson would be able to somehow hear his heart beat thumping loudly in his ears.

He didn’t have to sit in shame much longer before another text came through, this time from Mark asking him to come to the campus library and escort you home since it was getting dark.

The boy wasted no time in rushing to grab his discarded jacket and keys, shooting Yugeom an apology text telling him he’d be home later.

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Gaeun let out a shaky breath as she stared at her reflection in the school’s public bathroom.

Mascara stained tears ran down her cheeks, a few drops falling atop her white blouse ruining her otherwise pristine appearance.

She’d just gotten back from speaking with her Marketing Professor who told her she was lacking in her work, but she swore she was doing her best. She always went above and beyond in all of her assignments so it was a shock when the older man said she needed to do something to keep her grades up.

She would have hung her head and agreed if that’s where it ended. Never in a million years would she expect to be pressed against his wide desk with a hand placed too high upon her thigh, his cloudy eyes gleaming with something sinister that she’d never seen before.

Her body reacted faster than her fumbled thoughts as her hand connected with his cheek in a loud slap that echoed in the empty class room followed by her heels fleeing.

Now she stood trembling scared, alone, and confused in this dingy bathroom looking a mess.

What was she supposed to do? Who was she supposed to call?

With trembling hands she fished her cellphone from her purse and dialed Jangmi, her foot tapping anxiously as she waited for her best friend to pick up.

“Haha! Hey stop it! I’m on the phone stop!”

There was a chorus of laughter from Jangmi and a few other people on the other line indicating that she was in fact not alone.

“Jangmi! Where are you? Can we meet up?” Gaeun tried her very best to keep her trembling voice steady but it was easier said than done when her emotions were battling themselves in her head.

Jangmi paused for a moment, some movement heard on the line before she giggled again.

“Hm? Right now? I can’t! Remember that guy from the gym I was eyeing? Well I invited him to the mixer and he’s actually here! He’s such a dream Gaeun, I’ll call you later okay?”

“Wait Jangmi! I need you please!”

Click

She actually hung up.

Gaeun stared wide eyed at her black phone screen, her stomach threatening to push up the remains of her lunch as the realization that she was truly alone crashed down on her.

With a loud curse she threw her phone across the room, her thin frame sliding down against the wall till she crumbled against the floor, tears starting to fall one by one.

She was always there for her friends, always a call away no matter what. Even if she knew their friendships were artificial, even if they had price tags on them, she refused to let the truth of her situation drive a knife through her heart.

She desperately craved something real, she was tired of being let down so she fought back against the world that struck her back just as hard.

The sound of the door creaking open snapped her out of her anguish, her shoulders tensing up as she saw your curious head peak out, staring confused at the shattered phone by your feet.

She thought she would be alone but luck was always against her, of all the people to see her in this way it just had to be you.

“Gaeun?” You called softly, concern thick in your usually timid tone as you took in her appearance.

“Go away!” She shouted, take her purse and throwing it at you, the bag hitting the wall beside you spilling its contents everywhere.

You were quick to dodge the attack, ducking by the door.

“Gaeun wait!” You called, holding your hands out in surrender.

“I said leave! Are you stupid?! GO. AWAY!” She hiccuped through her sobs, her anger blinding her and she reached for the closest things around her and began to throw them in your direction till she collapsed against the floor, her shoulders shaking with the forces of her cries as her emotions finally won.

You stood shocked, a hand pressed up against your nose to block the aggressive pheromones the alpha was pushing out to drive you away.

You gave her a moment to calm down a bit, heart feeling heavy as her sweet raspberry scent turned sour and rotten.

Her usually confident and cocky demeanor was but a ghost now compared to her broken vulnerable self who sat so defeated against the cold floor.

You carefully moved to pick up her purse, quietly picking her things up and placing them back inside, allowing her to let out her sobs before turning to the door and locking it not wanting to risk someone else seeing Gaeun in this state.

Bully or not it was plain as day that something was wrong and anyone deserved that respect.

You cautiously moved to sit beside the girl not too close as to scare her off and have her possibly hurt you, she was still an elite alpha at the end of the day which meant her strength out matched yours.

The pheromones she was releasing were meant to feel threatening, causing your omega to whine in distress trying to force your body to escape the room but you stubbornly stay put.

After what felt like forever Gaeun finally seemed to calm down a bit, her heavy sobs reduced to weak sniffles.

“You’re probably having a great time aren’t you?” Gaeun spat, wiping her sore eyes with the back of her sleeve. “Go ahead and laugh, tell everyone what you saw, I don’t care.”

You kept your eyes glued to your shoes as you thought of what to say.

“I’m not like you.” You said softly after a moment, eyes still pointed down. “I may not be the smartest person around but I can tell when something bad happened.”

Gaeun gritted her teeth at your words thinking you were trying to make of her. Before she could start to spout insults like she usually did you held out a small handmade handkerchief with a piece of peach candy on top.

She stared dumbly at your offer, eyes flicking from the cloth to your face which still looked away as if giving her privacy.

“You don’t have to talk about it, I know I’m the last person you want to see but I hope you can feel at ease at least with this.”

When she made no move to take it, you gently reached out and placed it into her cold hand, the alpha unknowingly releasing some tension in her shoulders as a sweet calming scent became to overpower her own sour one.

She quickly realized you were pushing out your own pheromones, taking advantage that your omega had the ability to calm even the most rowdy alpha.

Her slim fingers picked up the wrapped candy as you began to stand, cleaning up some more of the mess Gaeun had created when she tried to chase you out.

“Some sweetness to make the bitter go away.” You offered a small smile before picking up a maintenance sign on the wall and making your way to the door.

“I’ll put the cleaning sign outside so no one will come in.” You paused for a moment, worry clear in your gentle features. “Hope you feel better.”

Gaeun watched dumbfounded as you slipped out the door, your sweet scent beginning to fade and replace with the same rotten scent of her anguish.

She slowly opened the candy and pushed it between her lips, the sweetness distracting her for a moment as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks.

Your back pressed back against the door as soon as you were able to slip out, your hands trembling slightly as you willed yourself to calm down and take in deep breathes of fresh air.

You were surprised that you’d managed to stay in that small room with Gaeun for as long as you did, her pheromone’s were no joke, you felt like a rabbit trapped in a cage with a lion.

Thankfully you accidentally wore one of Jungkook’s comically large black hoodies to class today, his faint scent bringing you a sense of comfort only he seemed to give you.

You pressed the fabric that swallowed your hand to your nose and let your eyes slip as delicate rain and lilacs soothed the storm of nerves in your head.

You kept true to your promise and flipped the maintenance sign outside the door for the distressed girl before making your way to the library to print out a ten page paper you’d lost sleep over the previous week, but now it was done and you could sleep till graduation.

Try as you might you couldn’t shake off the nasty feeling of what could have made Gaeun so upset.

You’d seen that look too many times in the mirror, the fear and disbelief that something or someone hurt you. If only you could investigate the problem and make her feel better but she very clearly made it known that there was no chance you’d be friends given your very vague history as classmates.

Your omega whined as her protective instincts tried to get you to turn around and comfort the distressed Alpha but you hushed her and scurried your way into the half empty library until you finally reached the printers.

Now you weren’t the best with technology but the fact that you couldn’t work a printer most of the time was something you’d take to the grave.

“Come on you stupid little–“

You cursed the machine as an error symbol continued to mock you despite your best attempts at pressing every button, even going as far as to google the model and a tutorial but it was fruitless.

“Need some help?”

You whipped around at the gentle voice that belonged to none other than Mark Tuan, a very popular senior and Yugeom’s soon to be pack mate.

You’d heard stories about Mark, mainly hushed whispers from girls in your class exchanging dreamy sighs of how handsome and gentle he is, a picture perfect omega. Despite how popular and close he was to Yugeom you’d never gotten the chance to meet him in person but it was your lucky day.

“Uhh, y-yeah this thing is giving me a hard time.” You huffed out an embarrassed laugh as you stepped out of the way to make room for Mark to set his books aside and examine the machine.

“Oh I see the problem.” He hummed, lifting some flap you didn’t see before. “It’s low on paper.”

You felt your cheeks flush hot in shame at the obvious answer, another awkward laugh leaving your frame.

“Oh really? Of course it is, wow it’s- it’s been a long week.” You winced as Mark gave you a soft smile, his eyes creasing making him look like a child.

“It happens to the best of us.” He chuckled before reaching under the machine to pull out a pack of paper and refill it. After a few beats of silence the printer began to smoothly print out your assignment with ease making you roll your eyes.

“It was messing with me on purpose.” You sighed before turning back to Mark with a shy smile. “Thank you so much, I wouldn’t have been able to figure it out. I didn’t grow up around technology that much.” You confessed, the shameful feeling making a pit in your stomach.

You’d half expected Mark to laugh at you, ask if you were an idiot but he just nodded and kept that same kind smile on even going as far as releasing comforting pheromones. The calming scent of fresh pears and rosemary surrounded you, putting your insecurities to ease even for a moment.

“I totally understand, it took me a whole year to learn how to work those fancy calculators, shouldn’t pressing buttons be straight to the point?”

You were quick to nod and return your own smile. “Oh! I’m (y/n) by the way!” You held your hand out which Mark was quick to shake in his delicate one.

“Ah so you’re the famous (Y/n) I’ve heard so much about?” The tilt of your head and wide curious eyes made another chuckle escape his lips. “I’m Mark Tuan, Jungkook talks about you a lot. But don’t tell him I said that.” He put a finger up to his lips in a Shh manner and shot you a playful wink.

Your faced flushed again as Mark’s words sunk in. “Jungkook talks about me?”

Before the older Omega could respond the strong scent of spiced apples and cinnamon filled the small space almost suffocating your poor omega.

“There you are babe, I tried calling you.”

A man with perfectly styled raven hair and a face that looked as if it had been sculpted by God herself stood tall in a long designer coat and gold rimmed glasses perched upon his flawless nose.

One tiny sniff of his intense scent was enough to tell you this man was an Elite Alpha, and a very intimidating one as he slipped his arm around Mark’s slim waist and turned his gaze on you, making you unconsciously fiddle with your fingers.

“Oh I’m sorry Jinyoung, I left it on silent.” Mark apologized as he snuggled into his Alpha. “I was helping out Geomie and Kookie’s friend out, you know (Y/n)? (Y/n) this is Jinyoung, one of my mates.”

The stranger, Jinyoung, gave you a once over before a soft smile broke his otherwise stone expression.

“It’s a pleasure,” Jinyoung politely shook your hand before leaning in a bit and sniffing the air around you making you look up at him with wide eyes. Did you smell bad?

“I thought I smelled JK around here. The kid works fast I see.” He smirked pointing out your black hoodie.

A hot flash of embarrassment shook your body once again as you looked like a gaping fish, trying to form words as you flapped your arms around.

“I-I just borrowed this! We aren’t together or anything like that!” You said a little too loudly earning an annoyed Shh from somewhere in the room.

Jinyoung turned and gave an apology before turning back to you with a smile. “I see I apologize, just having a little fun.”

Mark playfully rolled his eyes as he pulled out his phone to shoot a quick text. “He’s always joking around, sorry that his humor is so bad.”

Although embarrassed you managed a smile and shook your head, still feeling intimidated that two such popular people were giving you the time of day.

“The library is closing soon, have your papers finished printing?” Mark questioned looking over at the machine.

You quickly moved to check, a sigh of relief leaving you as each page was perfectly in order.

You filed them neatly and placed them away just as Jinyoung went to take Mark’s books for him. “Are you headed home after this? We’ll walk you out.” The omega smiled down at you as you three made your way out of the stone building.

“You didn’t have to help me out, thanks again.” You smiled politely as you three stood out in the chilly courtyard.

Before Mark could reply, Jinyoung pointed behind you making you turn with a confused hum. “Damn, he really does work fast.”

Your eyes widened as a very determined Jungkook half sprinted his way to the three of you, his chest raising up and down quickly just further proving how fast he made his way over. “Cherry!” He called as he finally reached you and squished you against his hard chest.

“What happened? Some guy tried was annoying you?” He growled, the noise rumbling through his chest making you weak at the knees as you tried to process what was happening, why Jungkook was even here.

“A guy? What?” You mumbled weakly pushing yourself away from the boys addictive heat.

“Mark said some asshole was hitting on you and making you uncomfortable, are you okay? What did he look like?” Jungkook cupped your cheeks as his brows furrowed angrily.

You stood in shock, your poor little brain trying to catch up to what was happening while your omega was having a field trip with all the attention from the concerned alpha.

A chorus of laughter rang out behind you, Jungkook’s eyes snapping up before he let out a frustrated sigh.

“You guys are jerks.” He mumbled, hands still cupping your squishy cheeks.

“Sorry kid, I just wanted you to show up faster and what better than a little lie. You understand right?” Mark giggled as he held his stomach in pain.

You shyly cupped your hands over Jungkook’s as he bickered with an amused Mark and Jinyoung who took every chance to tease him.

“You can let me go now.” You muttered fearing that the Alpha could feel the heat spreading across your cheeks.

Jungkook quickly released you but made no effort to move out of your personal bubble, even as you turned back to face the other two men.

“You called Jungkook?”

Mark softened at your question, “Yeah it’s getting dark and I definitely don’t want you to go home by yourself, especially with that.” He pointed to his own neck but kept his eyes trained on your wellness collar.

You didn’t detect any malice from the other omega, only genuine concern and understanding.

“You’re right, thank you again for everything.”

The air was soft and light with your mixed scents of happiness making the two Alphas hearts melt at the sweet interaction between omegas.

“I’ll drive you home cherry, let’s go before it gets darker. Thanks again Mark, Jinyoung. Even though it was kinda cruel.” He huffed his cheeks making you fight the urge to squish them.

“Get home safe you two! Don’t flirt too long!” Jinyoung sang as he wrapped his arm around Mark’s shoulder and led him away before Jungkook could bark insults at him.

You couldn’t help but laugh at Jungkook’s pouty face that made him look entirely like a big bunny. “Aw come on Kookie, it’s just a silly little prank. But they’re right you did get here pretty quickly. I hope you weren’t busy?”

Jungkook shook his head quickly, his scent going from annoyed to calming in the blink of an eye.

“No I wasn’t busy at all! I’m more than happy to help you out, trust me.” He reassured you as he led you to the parking lot where his sleek black Mercedes-Maybach was parked in a noticeably crooked fashion. “Plus I’ve been meaning to ask you something so this is perfect timing.”

The boy ran ahead quick to open the passenger side door and help you inside like a true gentleman, even taking your bag and placing it in the back seat for you to sit comfortably.

You willed your heart to stop skipping beats as the delicious smelling Alpha got in and pulled out of the lot with ease, the sleeves of his hoodie pushed up his toned arms allowing you the honor of seeing the veins in his hand flex as he gripped the steering wheel.

“Thank you Jungkook.” You mumbled, for whatever reason falling into the safe head space that only Jungkook seemed to offer you.

“For what?” He hummed, eyes trained on the road but his free hand gravitated to rest on your knee making you unconsciously clench your thighs trying to keep your arousal at bay.

“For everything. For taking me home, talking to me all the time. Introducing me to your friends, you know just- just for everything you do. You don’t have any reason for being so nice to me and yet you’ve been the greatest friend I’ve had since I’ve moved here.”

You’d been so deep in your little monologue that you’d failed to notice you both had already arrived in front of your dingy apartment building.

Jungkook took off his seatbelt and turned in his seat to face you, a frown pulled on his lips making you worry you’d said something to make him uncomfortable.

Before you could apologize the Alpha took the hand that was on your knee and slipped it into your smaller one, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “You shouldn’t be thanking me, if anything I should apologize to you for not speaking to you sooner.”

“But I’m just me and you’re well you know- you.”

Jungkook couldn’t help but chuckle at your words. “Care to elaborate?”

You opened your mouth to reply only to shut it just as quickly, your mind running too quickly for you to form any words that wouldn’t embarrass you in front of your crush.

“You… crinkle your nose when you’re thinking hard about something, you love eating ice cream even on the coldest days, you’re super smart and like to analyze even the smallest of things but you pretend like you don’t in front of our classmates. You help old people carry their groceries to their cars and fix broken toys for kids, you’re a saint.”

Jungkook blinked at you with wide eyes as you spoke about him so gently, a soft smile gracing your lips almost forgetting he was even there.

His heart thumped loudly in his chest the more you praised him. He felt bad for even thinking for a moment that you’d only compliment his looks or his status like many others did but that just showed how different you truly were.

You always saw him for the person he is, not for his vanity. If only you could see just how perfect you were in his eyes as well. He wouldn’t say he was in love but his heart had grown to adore all your little quirks since the day he’d met you.

You’d stopped talking, taking in a sharp breathe as you remembered what you were even doing. The car was slowly filling with your and Jungkook’s combined scents, rain and old books making a perfect harmony as you sat staring into each others eyes as if searching for the answer to all the questions that hung heavy and unspoken between you.

If you tried to remember who moved in first you’d be lost as those dark chocolate brown eyes pulled you in further and further until you needed to come up for air.

Jungkook seemed almost entranced as his hot breath fanned across your cheeks, his lips just a whisper away from your own, eyes darting to look at your delicious looking lips for a split second as if daring you to make the first move.

It was the same look he’d given you that night he slept over, a look of hunger dulled down with a mix of tenderness that had your heart pounding so loud in your ears you wondered if he could hear it as well.

Every sign was pointing in the same direction, if he wanted you just as bad then you’d take it, let yourself be selfish have something so beautifully up for the taking, you just prayed this wasn’t a cruel prank like the many others you’ve endured.

As soon as you moved in, Jungkook moved back much to your horror.

You both stared at each other, the color draining from his face as he realized what he’d done. Your heart dropped into your stomach forming a nasty pit as shame riddled you.

“I- oh my god- I’m so sorry-“ you stammered, you felt hot tears prick in your eyes as you rushed to pick up your bag and jump out of the car as quickly as possible, the voice in your head laughing at how stupid you were. You’d ruined something so great because you thought you were worthy enough and now you looked like a complete fool.

“Shit, (Y/n) wait!” Jungkook cursed as he jumped out as well as chased you into the building, managing to catch your wrist before you got into the elevator.

“(Y/n) please look at me, you didn’t do anything wrong I promise you. Baby please.” He begged once he got you to turn, his hands gently cupping your tear stained cheeks.

Jungkook felt his heart shatter into a million pieces when you finally looked up, your eyes red and glossy and your shoulders shaking slightly as you tried so hard to conceal your sobs.

Your usual calming scent was no replaced with bitter coffee further sending his already distressed Alpha into overdrive trying hard to push out calming pheromones to sooth your Omega.

“I messed up, I’m sorry. I thought you wanted to- never mind please let me go.” You hiccuped, pushing his hands away as turned to leave again but the boy wasn’t going to give up so easily.

Jungkook moved fast, turning you around as one of his arms slipped around your waist holding you flush against his chest as the other cupped your right cheek bringing you up until you felt his soft lips press against your own trembling ones.

Although his arms were holding you so possessively, almost as if too scared you’d slip through his fingers, his kiss was the most gentle you’d ever experienced.

Jungkook tried to portray all the affection he had for you without overwhelming you as he slowly moved his lips against your still stunned ones. Your mind was trying to keep up, your muscles were pulled taunt until finally you allowed your eyes to slip shut and your arms to reach up and wrap around the raven haired boys neck.

You felt Jungkook’s shoulders relax and a smile press against your own as you began to kiss him back, the feeling making you dizzy.

After what felt like forever you both pulled away, your foreheads touching as you let out a shaky sigh, too scared to open your eyes as if everything was an illusion.

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” Jungkook repeated, his arms tightening around your waist. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you for the longest time. I just wasn’t sure you wanted it too.”

You looked up, clearly confused but he cut you off with a quick peck before continuing.

“I don’t want to hear you say you’re not good enough for me because that’s bullshit. You’re one of the only people to ever treat me like a human. I feel like I can be myself around you, everything about you is so addictive. No matter what I do, how hard I try to, I can’t get you out of my mind. You fill my thoughts, you’re all I talk about. Everyone teases me and says I’m in deep, well I am. You’re worth everything in the world, I can’t let anyone else take you.”

His words caused fresh tears to spill down your cheeks as you looked deep into his eyes trying to find any sign to deception but all you saw was intense passion, so rare it made your knees weak.

“I didn’t want to ask you like this, but I can’t let his moment go.” He pressed, stepping back so he could hold both your hands in his own.

“(L/n) (Y/n), will you give me the greatest honor of taking you out? I promise I will be the greatest gentleman, I won’t do anything that makes you uncomfortable. Unless you don’t want to, I don’t want to pressure you at all but-“

You couldn’t help but laugh through your tears as you rushed in, this time cupping his cheeks and pressing another kiss to shut his rambling up, his hands falling to rest on your hips.

“It would make me the happiest girl in the world to go out with you Jeon Jungkook.” You gave him a dashing smile, setting his cheeks aflame before he quickly wrapped his arms around you in a bone crushing hug and spun you around as your laughs echoed in the empty hallway.

“I swear you won’t regret it! Holy shit I can’t believe it!” He cheered loudly as you squirmed against him with a strained giggle.

“You’re going to crush me before we can even go on our first date!” You huffed making the boy release you quickly.

“Oh I’m sorry baby-“ he paused as he realized what he’d called you before a dopey smile pulled his lips up, making him suddenly feel bashful.

“Don’t look at me like that, it’s already hard to look at your handsome face.” You playfully jabbed at him, looking away as you began to play with your hands.

“Aw, but now this handsome face is all yours! Come here!” He pounced on you once again, showering your tear stained face with loud kisses throwing you into another fit of giggles as you pretended to fight against him.

“Do you want to come upstairs?”

“Yeah, we have a lot to talk about.”

[kamii-2]

how i think the outsider boys would react to you coming out as lesbian

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so like this is my first time writing headcannons so i’m very sorry if they suck 😭 please enjoy this post and have a good day :))

i’m sorry that some of them are short then others 😞 idk what to put for them

warnings: mentions of homophobia, cussing, and slurs

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ponyboy curtis

he would most definitely support you

he would probably ask what it meant

after you told him he would say something along the lines of “OHHH, we’ll just know i support you” and give you a big hug

he would (attempt to) stick up for you if someone was homophobic to you

he would try to put you on with EVERY girl you say is pretty

he would help you tell the rest of the gang about you being lesbian

during pride month he would definitely give you some kind of rainbow or lesbian flag colored gift 😭

he would probably cry when you tell him bc you trust him enough to tell him first

he will definitely almost out you a couple times

like i can imagine him trying to make some random man leave you alone and he says something like “she doesn’t even like bo- ..you.”

johnny cade

johnny wouldn’t know what to say at first 😭

like he would just stare at you then say “..what?”

you’d probably have to explain to him what it means

he would thinks it’s a disease or something

he start to freak out a little 😭 “what does that mean? is it a sickness? is it contagious?”

he would most definitely support you

yk bc he’s gay and all (just like ponyboy)

he would ask you who ur crush is then ask pony to help out you guys on

he would probably accidentally out you to the whole group

like i can imagine him saying something along the line of “so how’s everything going with you and your girlfriend?” then everyone stares at you 😭

tbh i can’t really picture hum doing/saying anything else to you besides checking up on you and your crush/girlfriend

he seems like he wouldn’t care if you were lesbian or straight or anything else

dally winston

he would laugh at you at first bc he tougher you were joking

once he sees you not smiling he said “oh- you’re for real?”

he would be slightly homophobic 😭

he’s the type of guy to accidentally out you to the whole town

he would beat up anybody who made fun of you

he would says slurs but not in a mean way (ifykwim)

bro would jokingly bully you for being gay

like he would say stuff like “that’s why you’re gay” and you would say “don’t you like girls too?”

dally would see something rainbow and immediately say something to/about you

*sees rainbow cup at store* “look its your twin” and he would start laughing extremely loud after 😭

just like pony, he would try and put you on with EVERY SINGLE GIRL you call fine or look at

sodapop curtis

he would give you a big fat hug when you come out to him

he would start to cry a little 😭

he would protect you from homophobes

i could see him yelling at someone or beating them up bc they were homophobic to you

he would be so nice to you and help you with any type of relationship problems

he would be ur therapist

“soda i don’t even know what to do anymore man, i just want her so bad but-“ “shhhh it’s okay, why don’t you find a new crush?”

soda would somehow get you with your crush after only talking to her about you one time

“sooo…how do you feel about my friend y/n?” and then he would go on for like 30 minutes on why she should be with you and stuff like that

he would also get you gifts for pride month 😭

steve randle

he would be kinda frozen for a second

“steve…i like girls..” “……….me too”

he would be super duper chill about it

he would help you with any type of relationship advice or anything to do with relationships

he would teach you how to flirt

he would help you get ready for dates

he would definitely ask you to work at the DX with him and soda just to see hot girls all day (and to actually work, but mostly to look at girls all day long)

he would give you pep talks before dates/asking girls out

two-bit matthews

biggest hype man ever

would yell in happiness at you telling him

you both go to the nightly double and rate random girls

“what about that broad over there” “7/10”

you both have completely different taste in women

“that lady that just walked by was fine as hell” “two-bit matthews, that lady was ugly”

he would be so interested in all of your love life drama (all of the guys are)

he would give the worst advice ever

like don’t trust any advice he gives you bc you might get beat up 😭

he would say slurs aswell but once you tell him what they mean, he would stop

“stop it fag” “two… that’s a slur” “IM SO SORRY, I DIDNT KNOW” then he would give you a big hug 😭

he would attempt to be ur relationship therapist but would fail horribly

darry curtis

he would not care at all

“darry.. i’m gay” “…okay?”

he would protect you from homophobes (they all would)

he would let you rant to him about your love life

idk what to put for him 😭

i’m so very sorry this one is so short

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i hope you guys enjoyed this post :)) i hope you all have a good day!! bye love you all 💋💋

[destinygoldenstar]

I’d lie if I said I didn’t see some people say this before, but very few people have and it’s strange to me.

Owen’s story in Total Drama is kinda sad.

Think about it, he’s acts like a little kid all the time (ironic) and his bright energy and optimism helped him win Island. He just came on the show to have fun, as a contrast to every other character, but they were drawn to him at first because he was a ray of positive light. And for the first ten episodes of Action, that seems to stick, even after he stupidly gave up his winnings and (not intentionally) screwed his family over. 

Then once his jaw gets busted, everything goes downhill. 

It’s bad enough that the injury caused... quite a bit of stir craziness for him, but Courtney forced him out of the game because of that. His only hope with a broke family was to play the producers favorite and come back on the show in a forced ‘villain descent’ plotline. Even if it’s not in Owen’s nature to be mean and strategic and a drama inducer, the shift and him being thrown in everyone’s faces drove everyone away from him.

World Tour was essentially a fresh new start for him, a way to be himself once more, and what does he get? A team leader that constantly bullies him, where he can’t read the room that the new guy hates his guts? Everyone else is devoted to the nature of the show, and so they treat Owen’s good nature as something to use, and as something that’s worthless in the end. No one even considers that he has feelings and just sees him as some man child.

He loses Izzy from a plane crash, a very traumatizing experience for him. And instead of getting time to mourn, he’s forced to sing a goofy song about it. 

He becomes close friends with Noah (His ONLY real friend at this point, mind you), and Noah gets booted next episode.

Alejandro and Duncan want to use Owen after the fact, and though he’s nice to Blaineley, she only fat shames him and uses him for her image, because ‘producers favorite’. He realizes they don’t like him far too late, and they abandon him in his elimination. Not a single person is shown feeling slightly bad about ditching Owen like this. 

This good natured kid who brought everyone together at the start of the show, ends his time in the show single, disliked, and ALONE.

Really, the only person Owen had after the show was Noah, who as I mentioned earlier, was the only person who didn’t use or abandon Owen. In that sense, them staying together as Reality Pros makes so much sense. All they had was each other. (Before Emma and Kitty anyway) Noah is everything to Owen. If Noah isn’t in a good state, physically or mentally, Owen loses his mind. That’s why Owen plays the role of the sidekick. He doesn’t want Noah to abandon him. (”Maybe you should stop trying to be some girls hero, and be MY hero” -Ridonculous Race)

And another detail I noticed; In Action, he got carried away with his food obsession after the jaw incident that slowed his team down. Then in Ridonculous Race episode 3 with the cheese wheel, the similar thing happens and he cries and feels bad about it, as though he’s shaming himself for an inability to be what people want of him. (”I have no self control. I’m like a dog.”) To prove my point.

Now, I’m not gonna act like Owen is my favorite character or anything. He’s not. He’s more B and maybe a Low A tier character for me, and my tolerance for him depends on the season. (Island - Decently liked. Action - Disliked. World Tour - Really liked. Ridonculous Race - Mixed bag) 

But I did want to bring this up for people who think Owen is some shallow comic relief with no feelings or character depth. There’s more to him than that. If anything, I blame the writers for oversaturating him as a joke. (Or maybe it was on purpose to sell what I said. I can’t tell.)

[spook-study]

From Heathers to Jennifer’s Body, from The Craft to The Burning, from Carrie to Evilspeak, bullies are not something horror is want of. They litter the genre. As antagonists, as antiheroes, but most often as victims. And for good reason! It’s easy to cheer the demise of a bully. The more gruesome or wild the death, the more it is enjoyed. There’s a sense of cosmic justice, a ‘they got what they deserved’ mentality. They’re easy shorthand for inducing sympathy on behalf of the bullied, making it easier to connect and root for an underdog or outcast character. Audiences easily supplicate their own bully for whomever is shown on screen and watch as the silly fantasies of their teenage years are acted out for all to see and enjoy. Assholes are excellent horror movie fodder, particularly if the movie is going for multiple kills. There’s that…

And then there’s Piggy (2022).

There’s a special brand of cruelty associated with young women. It’s complicated and deep-seated, a slithering thing that even people involved in the exchange might not be able to catch. More than traditional bullying between boys, female bullying tends to be more insidious. Maybe that’s why female bullies tend to stick in our minds more, and why those stories remain points of fascination; Carrie is a classic for a reason, after all. There’s a certain level of cruelty between women that feels almost intimate. More intimate than getting beaten up, in any case.

Piggy, Cerdita in its native Spanish, is no exception to this rule. In fact, the movie hits all of the highlights, making it difficult at times to watch. The title of the movie and the star leave no question as to the source of the bullying. Sara, the title character’s real name, is fat. Perhaps one of, if not the most common thing someone can be bullied for. This group of girls snicker behind her back, or just at the edge of her line of sight. They feign politeness in front of her parents before uploading cruel videos with even crueler descriptions. Their eyes are mocking, without a hint of compassion, and there’s nothing quite like knowing that people hate you just because. And, because no one is being physically harmed, there’s almost nothing to be done about it. This is made worse by the fact that one of the bullies, Claudia, was once a childhood friend. Both Sara and Claudia still have their homemade friendship bracelets from those sandbox days. But even Claudia is one false step away from being bullied herself, teased by her friends for even her past connection with Sara. It’s beyond a shadow of a doubt that Sara is more than miserable, potentially even suicidal, though it’s never mentioned. If it had been a different kind of movie, maybe.

Being quietly decried is one thing, being maligned and sneered at are horrible, life-ruining things, but then things are taken a step further. Sara goes to the pool alone, after everyone else in her community has left, a thing done in private due to her discomfort with her body and how she looks in her swimsuit. The girls pass by on their way to a party, and can’t help but berate Sara in the pool, making fun of her size, the way she looks, the way she moves, even the way she tries to hide. They force her underwater with a pool skimmer, almost drowning her.

But there are worse things.

They take her towel. They take her pack, with her phone. They take her clothes. They leave her to walk the long distance home in only her bikini, completely alone. This would be a terrifying situation for any girl, but the fact that Sara is fat adds to it. Harassment and violence are much easier to perform when the victim is considered on the outside of society. Still, Sara has no other options. She begins the long walk, skin burning under the sun, arms crossed, desperately trying to cover her body. She is made fun of and accosted by a random group of men passing by in a car, not offering her help, or a ride, and steering her off the main thoroughfare. She’s sobbing, she’s miserable, she hurt, and she’s humiliated. It’s a wonder she’s walking at all and not crumpled on the ground. And then she sees it. Her old friend Claudia, now her mildly reluctant bully, has been thrown in the back of a van. Bloodied and terrified, she slams her hands against the window, begging Sara for help. Frightened and not knowing what to do, Sara freezes. Only to have the Stranger, the Assassin in the English translation, drop a towel on the ground outside for her.

And then he drives off.

While female bullying can belie a certain level of intensity and carry almost sexual connotations, they left her practically nude, after all, the bathing suit covering even less than underclothes, it is rarely seen how that closeness would extend in the opposite direction. How would the personal attacks be returned? What does the opposite of this kind of bullying look like? In Piggy, it looks like sorrow, fear, and most of all, indifference. If these girls sunk their claws in and tore at the most vulnerable and sensitive areas of Sara’s very existence, how poetic that it is her lack of passion that abets the kidnap. A towel is now worth more than trying to save a life.

This level of connection trumps even the undoubtedly lifelong dance Sara has had with her bullies. What could be more intimate than a shared crime? How closely two beings must entangle in order to have both participated in lawlessness and violence. To have committed, enabled, and kept that moment to themselves. This man, who would kidnap and kill young women, was the only person to offer Sara even a modicum of kindness. To offer her help when she so needed it. How desperate must her heart have been that a stranger, holding her bosom friend in the back of his van ostensibly to kill, offering her a bloody towel was the most kindness she had ever been shown. Here was one of the girls who had thrust Sara into the situation in which she found herself. A girl who so callously caused her pain with the thoughtless cruelty of youth. A girl who had stood there with her friends, who spat the word “Piggy” again and again, who oinked at Sara, and did nothing. A young woman who had taken Sara’s towel, leaving her bare and exposed. Normally, an audience would cheer. Would say those girls were going to get what was coming to them, good riddance, and whatever happens they deserve it. But that feeling never comes. In its stead, there is only greater sorrow for Sara’s plight.

Sara, unfortunately, has no relief no matter where she goes. Not only is she bullied in her social life, her mother is a domineering, seemingly uncaring woman who speaks over her, bosses her around, and often calls Sara names herself. Her father does nothing, her younger brother only adds his own mocking. When it finally comes out that the missing girls bullied her extensively and called her “piggy,” her mother stands up for her until the minute they are home, where she feeds Sara a plate of salad and tells her the way to solve the issue for her to lose weight. It is intense performative care, going through the public rites of motherhood and then rescinding that care in private. Though she herself and her husband are also fat, it is only Sara who is deprived of the family meal, surely making her feel even more an outsider in her own home. She sneaks sweets and snacks when she can, she stress eats, she takes comfort in food, what little comfort it can bring, and her mother takes even that from her.

In Piggy, the desire to be seen and accepted transcends beyond normal social boundaries in the extreme. When Sara runs into the Assassin again, the two hide together, as she has continued to keep the secret of what she saw and what happened. They are close, face to face, staring at one another, his left hand over her mouth, a knife in his right. His left hand drops, and there is nothing more than a breath of space between them. It’s sexual, it’s tense, and, daringly, it’s romantic. Alone in the world, Sara clings to it, the only offer of intimacy she’s ever had.

Piggy is a fantastic and captivating movie. Often, killers are seen as attractive only after the movie has come out and some group of fans lay their hands on the subject, like Jason. Others, like Ghostface, are given a sexual nature that showcases their creepiness. Piggy has neither of those. The Assassin is not a particularly handsome man. His violence is brutal, unforgiving, and torturous; yet it is he whom our heroine finds attractive. What could be more evocative as maintaining such a tenuous and frightening relationship? Heartbreakingly, it seems to be the only positive relationship Sara has, or maybe has ever had. He may be evil to others, but to her he has only ever been silently understanding. The movie shows that her pain is profound, and that is what makes the situation believable.

The ending is a doozy, and one that should remain unspoiled, but you won’t be able to deny the anguish that comes from the battle between what is right but harder for oneself, against what is wrong but what one desires. What are people willing to forgive, to look past, when offered the right amount of attention and care? Where is the line drawn when those around you stand only to hurt and harm you, while the other stands to hurt and harm them? How much pain must be laid before revenge is justified? Will you cheer if the bullies end up killed? Piggy allows us to contemplate morality in a deeply personal and intense way. It strikes to the core. Who deserves to be forgiven? What would you, as a viewer, forgive? Bullies will always be a staple in horror, that won’t ever change. As long as there are underdogs, there are bullies. Bullies are there to be killed and for audiences to cheer at their death.

Piggy asks more.

It asks, if you were in Sara’s position, what would you do? How far would you go? And it never stops asking. It demands you to think, to feel, to fear.

What made Piggy so great was that it brings to the focal point things that horror can overlook. It’s easy for horror to slide past morality or reflection or grief. Hell, it can even overlook pain, at least the emotional type. Piggy grabs you from the very first frame and never lets you go, making demands of you from the first minute. The dread surrounding the story feels personal and real; real young women and men truly do go through that kind of horrendous bullying. It’s barbarous, vicious, and deadly. Piggy confronts the audience with that and puts them through an emotional wringer of right and wrong, kind and cruel. Piggy is a movie that aches.

Well paced, well written, and well filmed, Piggy rounds out its strong story with a powerhouse performance from Laura Galán, without whom the movie may well have fallen flat on its face. The oily nature of the movies makes it slick and hot. It might not be the prettiest movie you see this year, it definitely won’t be the goriest, but there’s a tang and a grit to Piggy that will have you rolling it over in your mind for days to come. Piggy is a movie with weight, with staying power, and, most importantly, with passion. You would never guess it was based off a fifteen minute short film, as each second feels full and earned. Unlike other short film adaptations, Piggy doesn’t feel drawn, slow, or slipshod. It feels rich and deep, a staunch departure from the wafer thin story and writing that usually accompanies extended shorts. This was a story that deserved a full length feature, and the horror world is all the better for it having happened.

Impactful, stunningly acted, incredibly culturally and socially relevant, Piggy (2022) is a movie of its time and for its time. I can’t wait to see what director and screenwriter Carlota Pereda will show us next. 5/5*

[lexcat-11]

it’s a late night rambling about life stuff night. tumblrs basically an echo chamber for me so I don’t mind lol.

content warning for discussion of fatphobia & what could be considered disordered eating. stay safe if this does reach anyone at all <3

it’s crazy to me how I, fortunately, was able to grow up with very little internalized homophobia and to have had such positive representation and acceptance primarily on the internet but also irl. I consider myself a very rebellious person who won’t let anyone invalidate me when it comes to stuff like that. I love being a lesbian, I’m not ashamed to be asexual. That’s me and I know I’m valid. I love who I am in that regard.

But god damn on the opposite side of things internalized fatphobia has not nearly been as easy for me. I guess I gained exposure to it so young and so directly it makes sense but it’s everywhereee. Weight loss ads on the tv, not finding clothing sizes in stores or their patterns being carelessly made so they don’t fit, seats in theaters not fitting my legs, the lack of representation, the hatred and immediate association with “ugliness” or “failure” from so many close minded and unkind people, direct bullying even like a month ago.

like when I was in *preschool* I remember daydreaming about the stuff a stereotypical little girl does— princesses, magic, all that, and at five years old, in my own imagination, I’d stop and tell myself “I don’t look like me. I look like another girl who’s prettier because she’s not fat.” FIVE YEARS OLD

I just have so much grief for that little girl and just everyone who might have ever had to go through it. Bodies are treated like trends and so oversexualized and some people would rather wish for someone to harm themself than be unable to sexualize a thin body. And at five years old I didn’t believe I could be pretty unless I lost weight.

Caring so much about it is against my values. I don’t care what society says about my sexuality or interests! But I do care about this. And it sucksssss because why should it matter? What if my healthiest self is the heaviest? What if I don’t work out anymore because it became a form of self-punishment? Why should anyone get to comment on my health??? Why is my body any of your business??? It’s so disgusting not to even mention all of the overlaps with ableism, the impacts it has on the trans community, and fatphobia’s roots stemming from racism. Why is it regarded as so normal? Why are we making five year olds in preschool sitting in a circle on the mat on the floor daydream about being thinner so they could be pretty enough to be part of a story? I’m an adult and I still envy thin people so much. I want to have this confidence boost and wear things they are but I’ve been taught that my body looks wrong in them.

I’m genuinely trying to unlearn all of this. Again idk if anyone’s gonna read this but I feel like being open because I know it would help me to know I’m not alone. There are plus sized and fat-bodied individuals who look like me and I think they are so so beautiful and I don’t ever criticize them the way I do myself and I don’t understand why I’m so unkind to myself.

I’m gonna try to stop having such a negative relationship with food and scrutinizing myself. I’m not going to focus on exercising and burning calories but instead moving my body so that I feel good. I share the image of sculptures of Greek goddesses and the fact I am nourished and have energy is something to celebrate. I have a body that naturally gains and retains weight. I don’t want to spend my life fighting it and hating myself trying to chase love that I deserve to be shown without conditions. I am a human being. I am alive and my body is the least interesting thing about me.

[theawkwardvillainess]

okay but I want to talk about something... I can't really write proper pieces since my English sucks and I'm pretty cringe but I like. really need to discuss it.

✨a study on the "plus size" characters in mdzs✨

I'm a girl of a heavier build so I couldn't help but associate myself with bigger characters and... well. Mdzs is not the greatest thing for this. Because like... who do we have here? (Only talking about the donghua because everyone is slim in the CQL except some older men)

Mo Ziyuan.

Okay, I will tolerate this one, it kinda makes sence for him to be fat. He is described as looking "sickly" in the novel, so it may be interpreted as obese. Plus contrast with MXY being underweight.

Jin Zixun.

I don't get the decision behind his design. Just... Why? The donghua decided that every bully (except Wen Chao) needs to be fat? And no, he isn't described like that in the novel, he's actually just more broad-shouldered and stocky and conventionally "handsome". I would totally change his design.

Also we have this guy.

The unnamed Jiang disciple. And he is a positive character!! Oh, he was such a joy to me, so precious. Sadly he is just a background character who appears only in a few scenes so we don't really see him as a person, but he still makes the thing much much better

Overall, for me it's pretty frustrating that I look at myself and my subconscious is telling me that "should" associate myself with characters like Jin Zixun. And who wants to be him?... I don't want to. It really adds to the insecurity, unlike other fandoms which I've been in, I have a feeling that I shouldn't show my photos to my co-fandom ppl for example because of my bodytype. And the only positive plus size character is super backgrounds

So the thing is that I just really need more positive representation of weight in there. Some little but still heartwarming example is this scene in chibi donghua (MDZS Q) in ep 4 I guess where everyone has gained weight and it's treated not as a catastrophe but like a pretty normal thing? I have put on some weight in the past months and this scene saves me so much. It like tells that it's normal, even the cool characters like Jiang Cheng can gain weight and nothing is exceptionally wrong with me.

I have also seen a mention that wwx has gained some weight in postcanon (makes sence! mxy was malnourished I think) but only one person was saying this and I haven't seen it anywhere else

So... yeah. That's why I *might* seem too much on this theme but it's just me trying to deal with my insecurity and eating disorder. I just want to see some "cool" and admirable characters sharing my bodytype, because that makes me feel so much confidence. I headcanon Nie Huaisang as chubby for example, because that suits him (he doesn't really fight or do training like other cultivators do + it adds to the "cute and innocent" looks) and he is very cool!

Anyways that's all. I don't know how to name this post but like... does a tumblr post really have to be perfect?

[sensei-venus]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write some headcanons for Hawk dating a girl who gets bullied for being chubby/plus sized and it makes her feel insecure about herself? And she wants to wear super cute dresses and tops but is too insecure and scared to try because she thinks she'll looked bad?

Hawk Dating a Insecure Chubby! Female Reader

•He wants to act at first like he has no idea how she could feel insecure, like lol what’s that? Insecure? Nah.

•He’s secretly just pushing down and trying to repress all of the bad memories and feeling he had before he transformed into “Hawk”, back when he was just “Eli”, for a moment he doesn’t realize that he was making reader uncomfortable. But after some time he realizes that it’s not ok that he’s trying to force his bad coping mechanisms onto her.

•He starts to understand that it’s a natural feeling and he was over thinking it do to his own issues.

•He starts making more comments and compliments about her, how good she looks in her pants, how his hoodies look good on her, how pretty her makeup is (if she wears it).

•Being for real though, Hawk is definitely going to take it to a different level when it comes to comments and compliments about her body over all. At this point, he’s not afraid to say some dirty shit, no matter if it’s in private or in public. He’s going to say it.

•Reader is his girl, and no one else is allowed to look at her like he does or say the things he does about her body. Period. No one gets that option.

•”Hey babe, can you bend over again? I want to see that fat ass one more time.” “If you keep leaning over my shoulder like that, I’m going to have to start using those boobs as a pen holder or something.” “When we have PE, make sure you let me run behind you, I don’t want any of the other guys to see those thighs jiggle. Don’t want them hitting on my girl.”

•Oh yeah, and he’s definitely snatching his moms credit cards and going on a shopping bender for her. He’s down to take her to the mall when ever she wants, but as soon as they go one’s, he finds out all of her sizes, he’s buying all kinds of stuff on his own a good portion of the time.

•Dresses, flashy shirts, short skirts, tight jeans, occasionally underwear sets in her favorite colors. Yeah he’s doing all of that.

•When he finds out she’s getting bullied over it, he takes it to a different level of whoop ass. His hands are rated E for everyone, but he starts doing other shit to get back at readers bully’s.

•He definitely gets Robby involved and even Miguel (poor poor baby, he can’t say no to helping out Hawk & reader,also reader most likely has no idea that they are doing anything.) they might even get Johnny involved some how.

•The three boys cause hundreds, possibly thousands of dollars in property damage. Egging the bully’s cars, spray painting their houses, taking out their mailbox’s with bats. They even start shoving random gross shit into their lockers at school after Robby breaks into them (headcanon that Robby knows how to pick locks on just about anything). Hawk doesn’t care at this point, he will make it known that those bully’s need to step off reader real soon or things are only going to get worse.