#schools and she would STILL put pins THROUGH the papers

[trashcreatyre]

Currently somewhere with lots of posters on the walls that are all hung up with magnets and it’s just making me think of my one art teacher who would put our art up on the board during critique days and would put push pins through the paper drawings and paintings and it would piss m off every time to the point where i just stopped letting her put my stuff up and I’d just do it myself

[janeyseymour]

your personal and professional was soooooo good hear me out

pt 2 the date. reader takes their time and truly goes all out alt baddie for their date as per mel’s request. melissa realizes those weren’t the only piercings and tattoos reader was camouflaging. a top that accentuates her nipple piercing and a slitted skirt that shows leg tattoos for days mel doesn’t know how many more surprises she can take

ask and you shall receive. written half drunk, on the phone with my boyfriend, and inhaling a pad thai. not edited in the slightest and hoping it's good enough :)

Personal and Professional pt 2

Part 1

WC: ~1.75k

Melissa just had you pinned up against your desk, her mouth roughly on your own. It takes you a few minutes to even be able to function again, brain now all over the place as you try to process what just happened.

She told you to meet her at The Capital Grille at six… That’s a couple hours from now. And she doesn’t want you to wear the outfit you’re in now: your clean yellow blouse and sweater, your dress pants and flats. So you shake your head and practically sprint out to your car. If she wants the alt girl that you are, she’ll get it.

You spend the entire drive home planning what you’ll wear on this date. You know that The Capital Grille is a relatively fancy place to go out to eat, so you can’t roll up in the usual band t-shirt or tank top and your jeans.

But you know that have quite a few skirts that you wouldn’t wear to school, and you have more than enough tops to impress the woman.

When you get home, you immediately change out your clear stud for your nose ring, and your small hoops are exchanged for your bigger,  black hoops and put in your ear spike. Your blouse is switched out for a rather revealing, black top that accentuates the piercings on your chest. You swap out your slacks for the shortest black skirt that you own that has a nice slit up the side to show off the tattoos that make their way up your thighs and hips. The ballet flats that you chose to wear to school are off, and you instead lace up your heeled boots.

You glance in the mirror, and while you would usually change your eye makeup for something a bit more… daring, you decide to just touch up the light and minimal makeup that you had on for today. There should be at least some small aspect of you that the redhead can recognize. And besides, you think your makeup looks good today. So, you head for the bathroom and start heating up your curling iron. An hour later, your hair is curled into big bombshell curls, and you make sure the few front pieces frame your face.

You still have a bit of time before you have to meet her, so you head back into the living room, pull out some of your work, and grade some papers until it’s finally an appropriate time to start heading out to the restaurant.

You park your car, and text Melissa that you’re on your way.

I’m sitting in the back, she replies back. Do you want a drink?

Whatever you’re having, is your answer, and you continue walking towards the restaurant.

When you walk in though, she’s waiting by the door to escort you over to your table.

“Hey there, pretty lady,” you say suavely.

The redhead doesn’t answer right away. She’s too busy practically drooling over your appearance.

“Mel,” you chuckle.

She blinks a few times before she’s able to take her eyes away from your chest and the rest of your outfit. “Wow.”

“Like what you see?” you give her a little twirl.

“More than I think you realize.”

You roll your eyes playfully before looping your arm through hers. “You look beautiful.”

“You look… holy shit,” she whispers as she pulls you in close and kisses you with more passion than she had in the classroom.

You kiss her back, but you do pull away. Your cheeks are red and hot. Despite appearances, you still are the woman that you are at school, and you can’t help but feel quite flustered with the public display of affection.

She takes you into the back of the restaurant, where your table is. There’s a small bouquet of flowers waiting for you, along with two glasses of wine.

She pulls out your seat, and you gently kiss her cheek as she helps you situate yourself before she takes a seat across the table from you.

You smile softly as she practically drinks in the sight of you. Feeling just a bit flustered, you reach for the glass that she has waiting for you and wait for her to grab her own. The two of you silently toast to each other before you take a rather large gulp of wine.

“This place,” you say softly. “It’s… really nice.”

“I know I flirt with you rather crassly at school,” Melissa chuckles. “But you deserve the best, hun.”

You feel your cheeks heat up even more, and you can’t help the warm feeling that settles in your chest. “Thank you.”

You glance down at the table for a menu, but there isn’t one.

“Food is already on its way,” your coworker tells you. “I know what you like.”

She’s right. She had ordered you a nice filet minion, and she had ordered the same for herself. This food is to die for.

Conversation flows between the two of you easily, but you’ve noticed that the redhead has a hard time focusing on your eyes the way that she usually can at school.

“Penny for your thoughts?” you finally ask.

Her eyes flit from your chest to your eyes, cheeks flushed. Whether that’s from the wine or from her being caught staring at your tasteful piercings, you don’t know.

“I know I told you to come dressed as your little alt girl self, but…” she hums. “Wow. I wasn’t expecting… those piercings, or the flowery vines that travel up your legs.”

“You saw those?”

“Of course I did,”she whispers. “You look absolutely… stunning.”

You feel the way that her boot finds its way to your leg, and she runs it up your calf. You feel a shiver run up to your spine. But before you can really react, it’s gone, and she’s acting like nothing had ever happened.

The two of you are back to talking about your days and the things that your students had gotten up to today.

Before you know it, dessert is being brought out, along with two glasses of champagne. She moves from the seat across from you, and the teacher makes her way around the table and to your side. She takes up the seat next to you, daringly running a hand up your thigh. You can’t quite help the way that your body reacts. You nearly purr.

“You like that?” she whispers.

You nod, words caught in your throat. You don’t think you can answer without letting out a soft moan.

“No time for that now,” she says huskily. She dips the spoon into the tiramisu that had been brought to your table before bringing it up to your lips.

Deciding two can play at that game, you take the spoonful of dessert before letting out a moan. You lick the spoon clean as seductively as you can.

Melissa’s eyes go wide before she spoons another bite and taking it herself. The two of you finish off the dish in front of you, her hand on your thigh the entire time. She’s rubbing gentle circles on your skin with the pad of your thumb before tracing the tattooed vines up your leg as high as your skirt will allow.

“You cold, hun?” Melissa whispers into your ear.

You swallow harshly before shaking your head. Daringly, you take her hand and move it to your hipbone. She doesn’t know it, but that’s where the vines end- they’re attached to a beautiful flower that is engraved into your hip.

Her eyes linger where her hand has been placed before looking into your eyes. She pulls you in for a gentle kiss, one that conveys just how she feels for you: that this isn’t just some small fling but instead holds deep and passionate feelings for you. She gently squeezes your hip, and you whimper at that.

“Mel,” you mumble into her mouth.

She pulls away, and she can tell with the way that you’re looking at her that you feel the same as her. “Should we go to my place?”

You nod, and she grabs both of your bags before gesturing for you to stand.

“The bill,” you say softly, not moving from your place.

She shakes her head and rolls her eyes.

“We can’t just dine and dash… especially at a restaurant like this,” you whisper.

She waves you off. “My cousin Anthony owns this jawn. It’s fine.” She offers you a hand, and you take it gently.

As the two of you exit, she waves to a few of the people, expressing her thanks to them. They all give her small smiles, a few of them raise their eyebrows as they look you over, and the two of you walk out hand in hand.

“Where’s your car, babe?” she asks you.

“In the garage on Samson,” you tell her, and she walks you over.

“Anthony let me park by their loading docks,” she grins as she opens the door to your driver’s seat.

“Let me drive you back over then,” you offer.

“If you insist,” she chuckles as she makes her way around and settles next to you. Your hand rests gently on her thigh as you pull out of your spot and exit the garage, only to turn back onto the street that you had dinner on. Her car is waiting for her, and she gives you a quick kiss before heading to her car.

“Follow me over?” she asks. You nod and wait for her to start leading the way.

As you pull in behind her in her driveway, you glance at yourself in the rear view mirror. You make sure that your hair looks nice, you wipe away some of the makeup that is under your eyes, and you grin when you see her standing at your door waiting.

You open the door, and her arm is immediately out and waiting for you to take it. She leads you up the walkway before she unlocks her door.

You barely have a foot in the door before she has you pinned up against it.

“You have any other surprises in store for me?” she asks huskily as her mouth finds your neck.

You hum, entirely distracting with the things that she’s doing to you. “That’s for you to find out, isn’t it?”

Her eyes turn dark and full of lust, and as she’s leading you up to her bedroom, you silently thank God that she found you in that grocery store the other day.

[nwjws]

who the hell is ni-ki ?! - FIFTEEN

; SYNOPSIS - school sucks. especially when everyone’s avoiding you like the plague - all because you’re the principal’s daughter. so it comes as a surprise when a strip of paper falls out of your locker one day, with a corny pick up line written on it. now you only have one question on your mind: who the hell is nishimura riki?

FIFTEEN ...let me hold them for you 🫶 (2.1k words + smau)

"one more! one more!" danielle cheered as you aimed another dart at a balloon pinned on the board.

you held your breath as you watched the dart fly through the air, spinning as it zoomed closer and closer to what would hopefully be your fifth balloon popped this round.

the game, named 'pop the balloon', was what you were currently playing at the gyeoul carnival. the idea was that if you had five darts, and you had to hit a balloon with each one. unless you missed, you would then be rewarded with a prize of your choice - like a box of chocolates or small plushies.

minji, hanni, and danielle burst into cheers and jumped as they hugged you when your final dart popped the last balloon. you had won the game, and now you could choose a prize.

"take that box of chocolate," minji pointed at one of the options. "i really want the fererro rocher."

"am i choosing, or are you?" you arched an eyebrow at her.

"i'm just giving advice," she shrugged.

"that doesn't sound like good advice," hanni nudged her. "choose what you want, y/n."

"okay," and you reached for a plush duck hanging at the stall, much to minji's disappointment.

"you can play and get that box yourself," you laughed at her exaggerated pout.

"i'll never hit five balloons - did you see how far apart they are?"

"that sounds like a you problem," danielle says, taking the toy from your hands and playing with it.

"it's so cute," you say.

"talking about me, i hope?"

you four turn to the voice, finding riki grinning at you. you'd recognise his deep voice anywhere.

"you are the furthest thing from cute," danielle rolls her eyes.

"y/n seems to think otherwise!" hanni teases, causing you to glare at her.

"hi riki! have you played any of the games yet?"

"nope," he said, popping the 'p'. "jungwon let me go from volunteer work just now - not that i even volunteered in the first place." you noticed the cute scrunch of his nose as he talked, and found it endearing.

"perks of being friends with the student president!" you chuckle.

"you're right, i got to be incredibly rude to the customers, and had every right to be. you should've heard him sighing every other minute, but he couldn't say anything."

"you're so mean," minji says.

"i'm still not listening to you," he turns away from her.

"aw, let me go cry about it in a corner real quick," she mocks him.

"i'd prefer if you took your time, actually."

"okay, let's go play tug-of-war!" you interject before they could get into another row.

"that requires five people on one team, though," hanni tells you.

"he can join then," you suggest, pointing your thumb back at riki. "are you okay with that?"

"better than working at the limbo stand with sunghoon," he shrugs.

the five of you play five rounds of tug-of-war, going against different teams each time. you have to admit, without riki, you and your friends would have never won a single round. his help had let you guys win every one.

"my hands are so tired and sore," minji complained, showing you her hands. they had red marks from the rope, similar to you and the others.

danielle and hanni joined you two in comparing your palms, holding them out in the middle of your little circle. riki came and held out his own palms too.

"woah, riki's hands are way more red," hanni gawked.

"to be fair, he did carry our team," you say. "you really put your all into it, huh?"

"it's all or nothing," he smiled.

he looked down at your hands and took one by the wrist. you watched curiously as he pressed your palms together, holding your hands up in the air.

"my hands are way bigger than yours," he remarks.

"maybe that's why your grip on the rope was better," you wonder, skin tingling where it met his. "my fingers look tiny next to yours."

"they do!" he laughs, eyes wide at the large difference in sizes.

then he shifted his hand so your fingers were no longer aligned, and grinned cheekily as he intertwined your hands. your hands fit perfectly, as if the gaps between your fingers were meant for his.

your eyes widen in surprise and you have to look away to hide the heat rushing to your face, only to be faced with your friends' smirks.

"getting bold, nishimura," hanni comments.

he just laughs as he swings your hands between you two, holding onto them.

hanni and minji decided to go and get face paint, while danielle went to go get some food, since she'd begun to get hungry after all those games. you and riki went and played more of the activities, making up for the time he'd missed serving at the limbo stand jungwon forced him to work at.

you walked over to the three-legged race game, getting in line as riki went to the toilet.

“make sure you have a partner!” a student you recognised as leehan stationed at the activity was shouting to everyone in line. “otherwise we’ll pair you up with someone random!”

you noticed a few nervous glances sent your way, worried that they’d be paired with you, seeing you were alone. you sighed in familiar disappointment.

“hello,” the student at the desk greeted you when you were up front. it was eunchae. “where’s your partner?” she asked, not needing to ask for your name.

“oh, he’s not here yet.”

“if he doesn’t come soon, we’ll have to pair you up with someone else,” she frowned. you could hear the line behind you going quiet, holding their breaths.

“is there anyone else who’s alone?” eunchae yelled, leaning to look at the others behind you.

you looked to see everyone turn away, avoiding eye contact. they didn’t want to be paired with the principal’s daughter. you weren’t planning on playing with anyone other than riki in the first place, but your heart still sank when people didn’t even try to hide their dislike for you.

“i’m sorry, y/n. if no one goes with you, you can’t play.”

“i’m going with her.”

you released a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding when you heard riki’s voice.

“nishimura riki?” eunchae said in surprise, but started writing his name next to yours nonetheless.

leehan handed you two a fabric cloth, which you had to use to tie two of your legs together.

you guys hopped around, testing out your new third leg. however, you stepped a little too far at one point, and your leg binded to riki’s had you falling over.

“woah!” he exclaimed and grabbed for your upper arm. “careful.”

“thanks,” you tell him. he had saved you from planting straight into the ground.

“better hold on,” he says, wrapping your arm around his own. you guys limp your way to the starting line, and wait for the race to start.

when leehan yelled ‘go!’, you and riki started running, or more like staggering forward.

“okay, we need to do have a strategy,” you giggle. “tied leg first, then ours.”

you both chanted that to yourselves, laughing and trying not to trip over. soon you got used to it, and your speed picked up, slowly overtaking the other pairs running.

as you guys went, you felt too aware of riki’s arm wrapped around your waist. he hugged you close as you both (attempted) to run, while you held onto his shoulder for support. you kept your head down, watching your steps, trying to hide the furious blush that was no doubt on your face.

riki’s laugh echoed through your ears as you two made your way to the finish line, the last pair to finish the race.

“we’re terrible,” he shook with laughter.

“it was because of you,” you teased, poking his stomach.

“nuh-uh! you were definitely too slow.” he poked you back, and realised you were ticklish when you involuntarily jerked and started giggling.

he started chasing you as you ran way to try and avoid his tickles, cackling behind you as you sprinted for your life.

“hey!” you yelled when he caught your wrist, and you tripped onto the ground, causing him to topple over with you.

you giggled uncontrollably as he poked your sides; you didn’t even realise you were this ticklish. your own laughter died down as he slowly came to a stop, finally letting you breathe in some air.

the air was knocked out of you again though, when you realised how close your faces were.

his eyes sparkled as you saw your reflection in them, so close you could count his eyelashes. the moles on his face really were pretty, and his soft lips gaping open at you squeezed your heart.

“sorry,” he says climbing off of you, and you sit up on the grass of the field.

looking around, you see some people giving you curious looks, some very obviously trying not to stare.

“um,” is your intelligent response. “thanks, by the way. for earlier.”

“for what?” he tilted his head, confused.

“when you kept me from falling. i should also thank you for saving me embarrassment when you came at the right moment.”

“no worries, i should’ve came earlier. those people were treating you like a you were an alien.”

“ugh, i know,” you groan, lying back onto the ground. “they were scared of being paired up with the principal’s daughter, or something. they always are.”

“scared of you?”

“yeah,” you huff. “ever since i came, people never tried talking to me after finding out my dad was the new principal.”

“really? your dad isn’t even that scary.”

“you were literally scared he didn’t approve of you being my friend,” you remind him.

“right, well,” he chuckles awkwardly. “but he’s pretty nice, actually. i just thought he would go all protective over you.”

“maybe that’s why no one talks to me. was it like this with the last principal’s kid?”

“no, she didn’t have any kids at school. they were all at college.”

“oh.”

“you look exhausted.”

“i am.”

“tell me about it.”

and then you did. you told him about how tired you were of being seen only as ‘the principal’s daughter’, like some kind of character. how everyone’s too intimidated by you to even look your way, and how that’s stopped you from being able to make friends.

everyone had isolated you, making you out to be something to gawk at, and not touch. you wished people thought of you as more than your father’s daughter - as an actual person.

and riki listened. he listened attentively, like he promised. he nodded and stared at you unblinkingly, as if he was afraid that if he closed his eyes for just a moment, you’d disappear.

you had told all this to your friends before - it’s come up in several conversations. but when it was riki you were talking to, you felt free. you felt like he understood you on a deeper level than your friends. maybe he did.

“you get me, don’t you?”

his eyes widened when you directed your question at him.

“well- yeah… i guess. but i want to talk about you, or more like hear your voice.”

“thank you, riki. i’ve never felt more heard than now.”

you could tell he felt the same.

after getting to know him, you realised that everyone often saw him as a character too. he was regarded as the one that broke the rules, and did whatever he liked. no one really cared or wondered if he himself was okay, all they saw was another exhibit to point at.

you wondered if everyone was like this - if everyone you saw was really more of a character than who they really were. was there anyone out there who was actually seen for who they were? or do we all stereotype everyone into a character before we even really know them?

right then, you decided you wanted to break out of the mould the school had created for you. and after befriending riki, you knew exactly how.

“i have an idea.”

“uh oh,” he responded, but a smile tugged at his lips. “you’re planning something.”

“i am. i think i don’t want to be this ‘innocent’ and ‘clean’ person anymore. are you in with me?”

“what if i’m not? what if i want to be the ‘innocent’ and ‘clean’ person this time?”

“then i won’t involve you.”

you smiled at him, and he smiled back at you.

— FOURTEEN ; MASTERLIST ; SIXTEEN

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Miss Circle x G!N! reader

You and Miss circle are both teachers in 'Fundamental paper education' school, she teaches math while you teach History, Miss circle was an cannibal that would kill students if they got an F in her subject with her drawing comprass arm then eat them, which you were used to it..buuut it was getting out of hand with Ms.Circle muders, after countless failed attempts of convicing ms.circle to stop (since you don't want to get sued-).., you decide to ignore her as an lesson..and here we are- you walked past miss circle while walking through the halls as she tried to say "hi" or "hello" to her dear lover, which left her confused yet suprised.. After 2 lessons you were just standing in the halls, monitoring over the students to make sure they don't cause trouble.

"Darling" You heard someone saying your name with a familiar japanese accent, then suddenly you felt someone hug you from behind, "Why are you ignoring me. .?" -Ah yes.. It was ms.circle, you felt your tall lover putting her head on your shoulder, her tone of speaking was her usuall strict one, but with a hint of saddness. You don't respond to her only slowly taking her hands off of you which earned you getting pulled back to face Miss circle who, looked sad with a hint of anger "Why are you ignoring me Darling? Did I do something wrong?" you just stare at her wanting to say something but that would mean talking to her so you just walked off.

She stood there before running after you pulling you into an empty classroom pinning you to the wall "Darling please did I do something to make you mad?! please talk to me" you blush as she pinned you to the wall still not saying anything. Miss circle kept you pinned to the wall as she pulled you into a lip soring kiss that you couldn't help but to kiss back, moaning softly into the kiss. Miss circle broke the kiss "Will you talk to me now" You were blushing redder then a tomato nodding "Honey you killing your kids is getting way to often maybe try to tutor th-" before you could finish your sentence miss Circle kissed you with deep passion and I little bit of roughness.

[justmeinadaze]

Take It Out On Me Part 2 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: I may or may not have lived with these boys this weekend <3. Seriously y'all I was in a mood and needed this lol Hell I'm still in said mood.

Warnings: Dominate Steve and Eddie with a sub reader. Everything within this story IS consensual! I would never write a version of these boys where it wasn't. There is some degrading if you squint. Not as much as that first chapter. Choking and overstimulation for sure. Dirty talk all the way because I need these boys to whisper dirty dirty things to me. Smut, angst, and...fluff. Yes...I said fluff. Reader mentions being sore. I think that's it.

Word Count: 3497

The following morning, you sit in your car starring down at the school in front of you. They were both here already. You know because you passed their empty vehicles as you searched for a parking space. Riddled with anxiety, you finally mustered the strength to head in and begin your day. 

As you headed for your locker, you found yourself involuntary looking for them and you had no idea why. It’s not like either of them were going to address you or what you three had done the previous night with other people around. 

Would they even bring it up at all even after school? As you fell asleep last night, you could still smell them on you especially Steve. Hell, you could still feel them inside of you even when you woke up, your sore throat and cunt a constant reminder. 

“Hey you.”

“Jesus, Maze! You startled me.”

Your friend grinned as she leaned against the wall beside you. “I’m not surprised. I’m not sure where you’ve been space cadet but you’ve been staring at your locker for almost a whole minute without moving. I thought maybe you forgot how they work. See, you have to turn this thing here—”

“Yeah, yeah.” You giggle as you swat her hand away, spinning in your combination before opening the little door. A small yelp escapes your lips as something soft falls to your chest.

As you lift it up to inspect it, you realize it was the blouse you had been wearing yesterday. The one that Eddie had tore open but you could swear he took it with him when you guys left. 

On the collar you noticed a piece of notebook paper safety pinned to the fabric with a note scrawled across it in black marker. 

“The buttons may not be 100% even but it will button! -E.M.”

Your grin grew as you opened the shirt further to find that the buttons had been sewn back on. He didn’t have to do that.

“And there she goes again. Y/N!” Masie snaps her fingers in front of your face. “Honey, it’s a shirt. Either put it on or put it back. We have to get to class!”

You both made it a little before the bell, completely enthralled in your conversation to even realize Steve wasn’t in his usual seat but behind yours. 

“Um, are you lost Steve Harrington?”

“No Masie Collins. I’m right where I want to be.”

She huffs as she turns her back to him, addressing you. “Do you want me to sit there today?”

Your eyes scan him over, taking note of his calm demeanor. “No. I’m okay.”

You friend slides in the desk in front of you right as the teacher walks in and announces the class will be watching a movie today. As the lights fall and the film begins, you hear the man rustling around behind you. 

Suddenly, a folded piece of paper finds its way to your desk. Glancing at the teacher to make sure he’s not looking; you quickly open it.

“Are you okay?”

A small smile flickers across your lips as you respond and pass the note back to him. 

“Yes. I’m fine. Thank you for asking.”

“We wanted to call and check on you but we don’t have your number.”

“That’s ok. You guys don’t need to do that.”

You heard Steve aggressively sigh through his nose before replying. 

“This is the part where you’re supposed to give me your number…”

“How am I supposed to know what you want if you don’t ask?”

You hold the note in your hand, contemplating your words. You know it will upset him but why do you even care. Fuck Steve Harrington. You still thought he was an asshole… right? After passing it to him, you wait for his response. It feels like an eternity before the folded piece of paper finds its way back to you. 

“I don’t ask, honey. I take.”

“Sounds about right. Still a fucking asshole. Thank you for reminding me. And I’m NOT your honey!”

You heard him snicker behind you. 

“What would you rather I call you? Whore? Slut? Think carefully because whatever you choose is what I’m calling you when my dick is inside you again.”

You clung to the paper as you exhaled, stifling the moan that wanted to break free. As you closed your eyes to steady your breathing, you felt Steve’s index finger trace along your spine to the back of your neck. Quickly looking around to make sure no one was watching, you leaned back in your chair, keening into his touch. 

“I’m sorry. I just I don’t feel comfortable giving you my number. What if one of your friends gets it?  I’m afraid.”

“Ok. I understand. Instead of your number can you give me something else instead? Something else I need to hear from you.”

“Yes?”

“Did you like having me fuck you even though you fucking hate my guts? I told Eddie after you left that he has to try your pussy for himself. I’m seriously getting hard thinking about how tight you were around me.”

The bell chimed signaling the end of the period before you could answer and as you turned to face him, he had already got up and left the classroom.

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You managed to avoid them the rest of the day, choosing to skip lunch and walking into your last class with Steve a little later than normal. Your coach called you into her office near the end of the day advising you they were changing practice today and said that Mr. Higgins would notify the detention moderator. 

Breathing a sigh of relief at being able to avoid the boys until tomorrow, you changed into your practice uniform and put all your focus into the court in front of you. Your satisfaction was short lived however as the basketball your teammate had passed whizzed by you, rolling into two pairs of sneakers. 

“Hey there, princess.” Eddie grinned as he knelt down and picked up the ball, twirling it in his hands in front of you. 

“Enough, Mr. Munson.” The teacher yanked the ball from his grasp and handed it to you. “Miss Y/L/N.”

“Thank you.” Your eyes meet theirs for a brief moment before you ran back to your team. 

The teacher walked the boys up the bleachers to where some of the other pep squad members were working on banners and inventory. You felt their eyes on your through practice, doing everything you could to just focus on the task in front of you. Occasionally, your eyes would wonder and you would see Eddie making one of the other girl’s giggle or Steve’s hands reach out and touch one theirs as they batted their eyelashes at him. 

Why does that make me angry? Am I jealous? No, I’m not! How can I be? Steve was right. I fucking hate him and Eddie.  I don’t even fucking know Eddie! They can touch and flirt with whoever the fuck they want! They can—

The basketball you threw towards the risers hit the wall just barely above the boy’s heads with an aggressively loud bang. 

“Oh shit! Are you guys, ok?”, your coach asked as she ran towards the stands. “Part of the hazard of doing stuff like this during practice.”

When Eddie and Steve turned their heads to look at you, they were met with your angry stare. The metalhead reached for the ball and held it out to you as you held up your hands to catch it. 

“Oh no, sweetheart. I wouldn’t want anyone to get hurt by throwing it.”

“I’m pretty tough. I can handle anything you throw my way.”

His smile faded as he glared at you, his tone full of venom as he spoke. “Come get the ball.”

As quick as you could, you bounced up the steps and slid into their aisle. When you leaned down to take it from him, Steve reached out to grab your wrist, pulling you closer to them. 

“That was really fucking stupid.”

“Mr. Harrington! You had all day to talk to Y/N. Y/N, get back down there and Steve focus on what you’re supposed to be doing.” You tried to do as you were told but the man’s gripped tightened, holding you in place. 

“Let. Me. Go.”

“Say please.”

“Jesus, am I talking to myself here?! Harrington! Munson! You have like twenty minutes left. Is it too much to ask that you guys behave?”

You tried pulling your wrist again but he maintained his grasp even as your coach began calling your name. Panic started to set in as your eyes fleeted around the gym.

“Please let me go.” Steve released you and Eddie handed you the basketball. “Fuck you both.”

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After practice you jumped in the shower, losing track of time as you let the hot water calm you down. You shouldn’t be jealous but you were. You shouldn’t want them but you did. What was this little dynamic anyway? Were you just fucking them or was there more? How did they even feel about you? There were so many unanswered questions and you were afraid to ask any of them. 

The sound of something hitting the tile loudly next you, jolted your eyes open as Eddie and Steve stood before you, blocking your only exit out of the shower stall. 

“It’s not nice when someone throws something at you, is it?”

Steve threw the basketball again forcefully behind you making you shout as you moved out of the way. 

“You’re…you’re not allowed…in here.” They chuckled as you stammered over your words. 

“Oh no, Steve. She’s right. We don’t want to get in trouble with the coach. No, wait a minute. We saw her leave a little while ago.”

“Mr. C could still be here.”

“I don’t think so, Harrington. He left when he thought we did. Hm.” Eddie places his finger on his chin as he pretends to think. “The last member of you team left fifteen minutes ago. I hate to say it but I think it’s just us.” 

You backed into the corner as you tried cover your sensitive areas with your hands. 

“Don’t to that, sweetheart. This is the first time I believe we’re really getting a good look at you here. Put your arms down.” Eddie closes his eyes as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “Alright. Hard way again. Go get her, Steve.”

“No! No.” You drop your arms to your side as the boy stepped forward. 

Their eyes drank you in from head to toe as you nervously fidgeted against the wall. “Hm. I don’t get it, Harrington. She’s obviously extremely beautiful. I’ve never seen it but according to you she is capable of being sassy and raising her voice above a whisper. It seems by her display during her practice she is confident and able to somewhat express what she’s feeling. Maybe not correctly but still… why is she so fucking…timid?”

“Probably because we scare her.”

“Yeah, obviously not enough though since someone got jealous.”

As they laughed at you, something slowing cracked open inside of you as you stood up taller and glared at them. 

“I was NOT jealous. I have no reason to be.”

“Oh? So, you just threw something at us for fun? That’s not nice.” Steve was mocking you; they both were and it was making you even more riled up. 

“Fuck you! I don’t care who you flirt with or talk to. I threw that basketball at you because you both are so fucking aggravating! Ugh!”

Eddie’s hand shout out, gripping your hair as he pulled you out of the stall and guided you towards the locker area. “There she is! Now that’s the kind of girl I like to play with.”

As soon as your back connected with the cold metal of the lockers, his lips were on yours. You mewled at the taste of him, making him smirk into your kisses. As his mouth travelled down your skin, stopping to flick his tongue along your nipples, Steve came to your side. 

“You never answered my question.”

Eddie lifted your leg, balancing it on the bench behind him before pressing his face fully into your sex. You moaned as his tongue went work, rapidly moving between your folds as he switched between tasting your hole and sucking on your swollen nub.

“Oh my god.”

Steve’s fingers reached out delicately turning you to look at him. “Did you like me fucking you last night?” When you nodded, his palm reached out to grip you throat. “Say it, honey.”

“Y-yes, Steve. I liked you fucking me.”

“Shit. I forgot you don’t want to be called honey. Did you ever think of a name you would prefer?”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You clung to Eddie’s hair as you came, your legs trembling. Steve smirked as you panickily looked at him when the metalhead didn’t stop his tongues assault on your clit. 

“Oh, he can stay down there for hours and with how good you taste… I mean, I’m just assuming. I didn’t get to have you as a meal myself yesterday but…”, his breath warmed your ear as he leaned closer. “…I could still smell your juices after I got home. So fucking good.”

Your eyes rolled back at his words as his lips kissed your cheek. The man felt you pulling below his waist, glancing down to see you tugging at his belt.  Steve’s smile grew as he helped you, unbuckling his pants and kicking them to the side before yanking off his shirt. You licked your palm, reaching down to stroke his cock. 

A combination of a laugh and a moan left his lips as he leaned his head against yours. “There was…more to that question I asked, you know.”

You other hand tugged hard on Eddie’s hair as the coil snapped again. He quickly rose to his feet, shoving two of his fingers into his mouth before roughly inserting them inside your pussy.

“What question did you ask, Stevie?”

“I asked if she liked having me fuck her even though she fucking hates me.”

“I—mmm—I don’t, fuck…” His digits rapidly moving between your legs was making it hard for you to collect your thoughts. 

“Oh. I’d like to hear the answer to that to. Answer him, princess.” Eddie’s head tipped back as he looked down at you with annoyed eyes. “Answer him.”

“I—I can’t…” Tears began to flow as he thrust his fingers faster, the sound of your slick filling the huge locker room. 

“Yes, you can, baby. Come on.”

“I…I—shit—I don’t fucking hate you!” You came hard as your legs buckled and your arms shot out to hold the metalhead’s shoulders, trying to keep yourself from falling over. “I don’t. Please…one…one minute.” 

They gave you more than enough time to catch your breath. As soon as your body stopped shaking, you felt more confident in your ability to stand as you straightened yourself and leaned back to look in their eyes.

“I don’t know you. I just know that you hang around with people I hate.”

Steve nodded as he turned your head to face Eddie who lifted your leg again, balancing it behind him. While he removed his pants, you lifted off his shirt, tracing your fingers along tattoos you didn’t know he had. 

The man dragged his cock through your soaking folds, gathering the wetness before breaching your entrance. “Jesus fucking Christ, Harrington. You were right. She’s so fucking tight.” You whimper as he thrust himself into at a steady pace. Eddie wasn’t quite bigger than Steve but he was thicker, stretching you open with every stroke.

You whined as your arms clung to his neck, his forehead leaning on yours as he panted against your lips. “You feel so good. Oh my god. Taking me so fucking well. Say my name, sweetheart.”

“Eddie…”, you mewled. 

“Louder.”, he grunted in frustration. You moaned it again but it still wasn’t enough. Eddie reaches between your both massaging your clit with his fingers as he pumped in you at a much more rapid pace. “Louder, Y/N! Come on! Don’t… don’t whimper my name under that meek voice bullshit! You say my name like you mean it!”

You screamed his name repeatedly as you came around his cock, positive that if anyone was walking by outside they would call the cops. 

“Fuck me, baby. Good girl. Such a good fucking girl. Can I cum inside you?” When you nod, his head falls against the locker beside yours as he rolls his hips roughly against your own. “Tell me, baby. Beg me to.”

“P-please, Eddie. I need you cum inside me. Please. I need to feel you.”

His mouth opened in a silent O as his hips sputter and he thrusts his seed into your cunt. Eddie licked his bottom lip as he pulled out and took a step back. Your arm was abruptly yanked to the side and Steve spun you around in front of him, slamming you back into the lockers. 

He didn’t take the time to ask if you were ok or even offer to be gentle after taking Eddie. His dick easily slid into your hole and you both moaned at the feeling. The pace he set was almost animalistic as his arms wrapped around your stomach to hold you to him. You lifted your arm to tangle your fingers in his hair, turning his head so your lips could find his own. 

“Steve, please. I want you to cum inside me to.”

“After—mmm—after you cum…again.”

“I-I-I can’t. I’m…it’s too much.”

“That’s so weird. Didn’t sound like to me he was asking.” You glanced over at Eddie who was leaning beside you two watching. 

One of Steve’s arms dropped as his fingers found their way to your overstimulated bundle of nerves. The tears began to fall again and the only words you could manage to find was “Please, Steve” as you repeated it till the coil broke. 

“Yes, honey. Fuck.” His body pushed you flat against the barrier in front of you as he chased his high, grunting into your shoulder as you felt rope after rope of his release shoot inside of you.

You continued to cry as his hands gripped your hips so he could slowly pull out of your now extremely sore pussy. Eddie pushed off the lockers and Steve did the same as he reached for your hand to follow. His head swiveled around when you didn’t move.

“Can you walk? I can carry you if you can’t.” When you nodded your head, he lightly tugged your arm. “Well, come on then.”

You were hesitant as you trailed behind before you realized they were taking you back towards the showers. The metalhead already had it running as steam filled the area. 

“Did you guys ever see Carrie? That’s what these stalls remind me of.”

Steve guides you under the water, pushing your hair to one side as you both watch Eddie descend to his knees and begin cleaning your body. 

“Isn’t that the one with the prom?”, the boy asks. 

“Yes, Harrington. More does happen but at least you actually understand my reference for once.”

“I’ve never seen the movie.” They both glance up at you when you speak. “I read the book though.”

A small smile appears on Steve’s face. “There’s a book?”

“Geez, Steven. It wouldn’t kill you to visit a library every now and then.” Eddie rises to his feet, continuing his task. “Do you like Stephen King?”

“I do. Have you read Christine? They’re making into a movie.”

He grins down at you as he reaches behind you to turn off the shower. Steve dries you off before wrapping you in a towel. They gather their clothes from the floor as you open your locker and get dressed as well. 

“I’m sorry…for what I did during practice.” Your eyes remained on the floor as you brushed your hair. When you finally managed to look up, you find them looking at each other. 

“Are you hungry?”

“Huh?”

“We were going to go grab some food in town. Are you hungry? Do you want to come?”, Steve asks again. 

“I…we…should we?” The man’s head tilts to the side as Eddie chuckles. “I mean…what are…what is this?” You gesture between the three of you. 

“This is hunger, princess. Steve and I are starving. If you don’t want to come that’s fine. It’s completely up to you.”

“Oh, um—”

“We’d like to get to know you better. Frankly, you’re a constant surprise. You…you fascinate me.”

“Me to.”, Eddie chimed in. 

Your eyes shifted between theirs, seeing that softness that had illuminated through yesterday when they walked you to your car. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to see where this went. 

“Where were you guys thinking of going to eat?”

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@sidthedollface2 @luna-munson83 @devilinthepalemoonlite @corrodedcorpses @manda-panda-monium

[hywenhywen]

0.04 daisy. - danielle marsh

warnings / notes - loosely based off of daisy. by wave to earth, admirer!reader + heartthrob!danielle (ish), one-sided pinning(?), non-idol au, very reader centered and minor focus on dani

wc - 2.3k

your eyes scanned through the classroom, searching for a specific person. dark brown hair had caught your attention. although many girls boasted dark brown hair, this girl was special. she had a way of lighting up every room she stepped foot in. her smile was contagious, and seemingly flawless, it could even be described as a remedy for a bad day.

the girl that possessed this enticing smile was none other than the one and only danielle marsh. she was an outstanding student, president of the surfing club, and was on the student council. her academic achievements were only the beginning of it all. she also possessed an extremely alluring visual. yet not even that could compare to her bewitching personality.

you liked to say that she had the personality of an angel, always putting others before herself, helping no matter the situation. she was humorous and had an outstanding moral compass. she was always kind and understanding. even the dullest students enjoyed her presence. you had observed all of this first hand, due to being seated behind her almost every school year.

you had never been too fond of school, yet you found yourself yearning to return every single time just to see her again. danielle had that effect on people. you did your best to avoid getting sick, although it could be considered mildly irrational and odd, you did your best to ensure perfect attendance. you woke up everyday, dragged yourself out of bed, and went to school, hoping to see her smile once again. it had become some sort of routine for you.

although you had been in the same class for almost six years, you had never spoken to one another. you kept to yourself and disappeared for most of your free period, while danielle remained with her friend group. you didn't want to force the interaction, fearing that it would feel awkward and leave a bad impression. so you waited and waited, hoping that every day would be the day you talked to her. yet that day never seemed to come.

the days had turned into weeks, and weeks into months, then before you knew it, it had been years. you had slightly given up hope, yet you still enjoyed her smile. you had chosen to just observe her from a distance, waiting for the moment to come.

when school let out for summer, your world seemed to turn into an old black and white tv. your life continued, but it was rarely fun. you occasionally ran into her while exploring new cafés and shops. those moments became your fleeting happiness.

the sound of chalk moving along the blackboard filled the room. the class room was silent aside from the random creaking of the wooden chairs. you looked down at you watch, which read 1:27, and sighed, allowing your head to fall onto your now crossed arms. you moved your pencil along the lined paper and scribbled a few words. a small pain forming on your middle finger from holding the pencil too tight.

you let go of the pencil and looked up only to find danielle marsh staring at you. your eyes widened slowly before your body moved on its own. your head quickly looked down, your eyes shifting direction rapidly. a well manicured hand could be seen sliding a small paper onto your notebook. your eyes stared at the paper and you began to become curious.

you lifted your head slowly and reached to grab the paper. opening the neatly folded piece of paper, you saw a question.

‘did you understand the lesson?’

you grabbed your pencil and answered the question. lightly tapping on your desk, you caught danielle’s attention and sliding the paper towards her. she grabbed the paper and read your response. she quickly wrote something down and placed it back on your table. she had written another question down.

‘can you explain it to me after school?’

you hastily wrote down a simple ‘yes’ and returned the paper.

danielle turned and smiled at you. your face warmed up, your heart beat accelerated. you smiled back, your eyes turning into small crescents.

for the rest of the class you were in a state of euphoria, your dopamine levels seemed to have reached an all-time high. a small smile remained on your face. the rest of the class seemed to go by so slowly. you glanced up at the clock every few seconds, wondering if time had slowed down. you began to grow impatient, your leg bouncing up and down rapidly.

73 long and dreadful minutes had finally passed. now you only had one class left before you would meet up with danielle. you grabbed your stuff and put them in your bag. you looked up from your bag to see danielle.

“can we meet in the gym?” she asked. “i have volleyball practice today.”

“uh, yeah sure.” you said, mentally checking your schedule. “for how long do you have practice..?”

“not too long, just about half and hour.” she said, tugging on her bag’s strap.

“ok, i’ll see you there then.” you said, grabbing your bag and hastily walking out of the classroom.

after another 80 minutes, classes had finally concluded. you made your way to the gym and walked at a quick pace. you opened the gym door and there she was. danielle spotted you and showed you were to sit and place your things. you set your things down on the bleachers and took out your phone.

you checked the time and saw it read 4:10, you looked back up and saw the team begin their drills. your lack of knowledge on the sport was finally revealing itself. you continued observing, noticing small details about danielle that you had never seemed to notice. the small frown on her brow when she couldn't receive the ball, the way she shook her head lightly when she began to become frustrated. the way she tapped the tip of her foot on the floor before the game began interested you.

you continued that for the next half hour. when the buzzer sounded, danielle grabbed a water bottle and jogged over to you.

“what’d you think?” she said, promptly taking a quick sip of water.

“it's cool,” you started. “looks a bit tiring though.”

“it is tiring,” she paused briefly, presumably to catch her breath. “but it’s really fun.”

“seems fun..” you mumbled. “should we get started?” you asked, looking at your watch.

“oh yeah, of course.” she said, smiling at you. “i’ll go get my notebook.” danielle ran down the bleachers and disappeared into the locker room. she came back shortly, her notebook and pencil in hand.

“so you have to add 273 to the degrees celsius to get kelvin..?” danielle repeated, although it seemed more like a question.

“yeah, and to get celsius from kelvin, you have to subtract 273.” you explained. “if you need more help you can ask me whenever.”

“i’ll make sure to do that.” she said, warmly smiling at you. “how are you going to get home..?”

“oh, i’m going to walk.” you said, putting your stuff away in your bag.

“well then, i’m going to head out.” she said, bowing her head slightly. “thank you for the help, i’ll see you tomorrow.” she smiled and lowered her head once again.

“bye danielle.” you said, waving lightly at her.

you watched as she went down the bleachers and out the doors. you released a breath you didn't know you were holding. your heart was racing and your body temperature was high. you picked up your bag and began to leave the gym.

after what seemed to be fifteen minutes, you had arrived home. you made your way directly to your room. you set your book bag down near your desk and grabbed a sheet of lined paper. pulling your pencil out of its case, you began to document the details of your day. you began from the beginning, explaining a potential injury due to a simple moment of carelessness, all the way to the end, when you helped danielle after school.

finishing your journal entry, you wrote down the date and time and ‘signed off’ for the night. you began to do some simple chores alongside your schoolwork, and then you ate dinner.

when dinner ended, you excused yourself and went to shower and do your nighttime routine. you finished the day by taking some vitamins and then you did your dental hygiene routine and headed to sleep.

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your alarm blared loudly, echoing throughout your mildly empty room. you sluggishly moved your hand to turn off the alarm. once the alarm was off, you yawned and began to rub your eyes gently with your hands. you began to sit up and stretched your arms out as if you were trying to grab something. yawning once again, you got up from your bed and finally began your day.

you got dressed, dragging your feet along with every move. finally being pulled out of your tired feeling, you headed to the kitchen and put a slice of bread into the toaster. you moved around quickly, reaching into the fridge to grab some strawberries. you washed the red fruit as you waited for the bread to be done. you sliced the fruit and placed it into a small bowl.

the toaster dinged and the bread shot up. you rapidly grabbed a plate and placed the bread on the plate. you set the plate and the bowl down on the kitchen island and sat down. you took this time to check your social media and notifications you received at night. after around fifteen minutes you finished eating and set the dishes in the sink, opting to wash them when you got back from school. you washed your hands and grabbed your bag, you headed out the door a few moments later.

the walk to school was quiet. the wind blew gently and then sun shone dimly. the sky was a light shade of grey, many clouds could be seen. you enjoyed the light breeze as it grazed your skin. the day seemed to be going perfectly, after all, the shade was always your place.

continuing your walk, you put on your headphones and began listening to some music. scent by oceanfromtheblue started to play. you immersed yourself in the beat and subconsciously began to walk faster. you arrived at school in no time and there stood danielle.

had she been waiting for you? maybe you were hallucinating?

“y/n!” she called out. she motioned for you to come closer.

you approached her and took off your headphones. you hesitantly walked closer to her.

“i wanted to thank you for your help.” she said, grabbing something out of her bag. “my mom made them last night.”

she held a brown paper bag in her hands. you took the bag from her and opened it. inside were cookies, multiple types and of different shapes and sizes.

“thank you.” you said, smiling at her. you pinched yourself discreetly. you were under the belief that you were dreaming. “they smell good, i’ll eat them when i get home.”

you thanked her once again and hid your goodbyes and headed off to your class. once you arrived at your classroom, you sat down and stared out the window.

“did i make a good impression?” you asked yourself, again and again. “maybe we'll be friends in the future.”

many thoughts ran through your mind. your waiting had finally paid off, you had made a good impression, and you had finally become acquaintances.

“i'll wait patiently again.” you thought. then you heard the small patters of the raindrops. it suddenly begun raining. the forecast had predicted sunny days for the rest of the week.

“huh, how odd.” you said, watching the rain fall.

you looked out the window and saw danielle standing in the rain. you leaped from your seat and rushed out, your umbrella in hand. you raced down the school stairs, nearly tripping, and out the main entrance. you opened your umbrella and walked up to her.

“you're going to get sick.” you said, holding the umbrella over her head. “let's go inside, you’ll get cold out here.”

you failed to notice danielle’s teary eyes.

“i’m going home.” she mumbled.

“huh?” you said. “do you not feel well or something..?”

“yeah, i feel sick.” she replied. danielle didn't bother looking up from the ground. her head hung low and she sniffles every once in a while.

“are you ok? do you need medicine or something?” you asked, lowering your face to look at her face.

that's when you took notice of her tear stained cheeks and red eyes.

“what happened?” you asked, you placed your hand on her shoulder.

“he broke up with me.” she said, looking you in the eye. “so suddenly, i thought we were doing fine.”

“it's his loss, i don't know one person that wouldn't like being with you.” you said. “there's a place near here, it's a flower shop and a café.”

you placed you hand on her back and began tracing shapes on her back. you took danielle's hand and let go of the umbrella and began walking off towards the café.

the doorbell chimed as you and danielle entered the place. your hair was dripping water but danielle was smiling. you told her to order whatever she wants and you headed off to the floral shop. you grabbed a daisy. you payed for it and walked back to danielle.

“what'd you get”? you asked her.

“a scone.” she replied.

“ooo, good choice, the scones here are so good.” you said, you handed danielle the daisy. “for you.”

“daisies can mean new beginnings.” you said.

“thank you y/n.” she said.

you two spent a long time at the café. you got to know each other and talked about your passions.

it seems that even in concrete a daisy can bloom. with enough patience and love, it can bloom into something beautiful. it could even change your life, turn something dull into something colorful.

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back to shore | 0.05

[bcolfanfic]

spare...spare more details about young vets curt and ken becoming parents?

yesss. have been meaning to!

they both know somewhere in their heads that they want kids, but curt esp kinda talks himself in circles about it.

grew up in a very chaotic home with an abusive father and similar to gale he just has a lot of "what if i turn into my dad" anxiety

they go the surrogacy path and i don't think i ever actually pinned down *why* but. i think it would make sense if they had an almost-adoption fall through and were just...a little too rattled by all that to potentially put themselves through it again.

re: parentage they do the thing talked about in this article where they both ~donate~ and it'll work out however it works out. neither of them have super strong feelings about it either way so whatever happens happens (:

and it happens that (a) the embryo that ends up getting transferred is curt's bby and (b) it splits (: surprise twins (:

lmfao both boys about hit the floor when they get that news. curt goes full pale as a piece of paper mode and almost passes out and ken is just kinda. standing there in shock.

it's silly but i loveee the idea of them pulling something like in those viral videos from over the years ie not telling anyone outside of maybe curt's mom that its twins until the babies are born.

gale and bucky facetiming to see them and going gaga over curt w/ one lil baby but then oh hi ken- wait why do you have a baby too????

bucky lossesss his mind lmfao. in a very affectionate way but. can't belieb it. remembers all the shit him and curt got up to in tech school and when they were both enlisted and god now both of em have kids??? crazy stuff!

the girls are named meadow and bry/bryony. meadow after the sopranos (curt's choice) and bry to stay in line with the naturey theme (ken's choice)

by this point ken's kids soccer coaching thing manifested itself into a full time elementary/middle school athletics department job. so he does that, and curt still does the personal trainer thing but he works for himself so he can schedule around staying home with the girls when they're itty bitty.

was so scared shitless of being a dad after his own childhood, and hell after all his shit from the war too. which seeing john with josie and micah helped him push past in a lot of ways <3. because if john can overcome and be *such* a good dad, hey maybe i wouldn't be terrible at it.

but he loves those girls so so much. has a lot of moments just lookin at their lil faces and hearing them following him around the apartment and getting all (,: because he can't believe they're his.

meadow ends up verrry much like him and bry like ken. they try to put *both* girls in soccer when they're little which bry takes to like a fish to water. but meadow just kinda plops down in the grass and cries lmao. bless her heart.

they're both *such* good kids too which makes em laugh sometimes because curt was...a handful and a half to the extent that he was worried he might get some karma thrown his way for that.

his mama kinda ribs him about it and says the lord gave him a pass on that because he's been through enough.

well at least until meadow and croz's oldest boy jj get involved which causes soooo much drama but. that needs to be its own separate post. (tldr: she's a senior in college and he's 29 pushing 30 lmao it's only like an 8 year age gap and rationally perfectly fine, but curt as you can imagine is um. not of that mind at first lmfao jj run!!!)

ken is such a good dad too. never in a billion years imagined back when him and curt first got involved that *this* would be their life but he's so happy. is such a jabberbox when he first goes back to work tellin' everyone everything and showing them pictures.

[hekateinhell]

Lestat pov ddg and knifeplay pt 2 please!!! <3

Anything for you! 🥹

Here's what I have for knifeplay pt 2 (this is pt 1):

Never, in all his years, has Armand ever seen another immortal in such a delirious state of ecstasy that was not induced through the swoon as Lestat is now.

He listens, taking great care to maintain a separation of his senses. Drags his finger over the concave beneath Lestat’s eye—the same one that had been taken from him and then restored—gathering up the fluid there and licking it off his fingertip. Permitting himself a single suck to ensure no residue was left behind. 

Of course Lestat’s tears would taste as sweet as the rest of him.

Fascinating as ever to bear witness to emotions and sensations taking form in the minds of others, especially one Armand loved and valued such as him.

The echo of their willing victim’s shallow breaths swirl in the air to meld with the wet sounds of Louis slicing into Lestat’s immaculate flesh with the loving precision that a butcher bestows on his most prized cut of meat fit for a royal feast. Lestat’s thoughts had become less pronounced until they lost shape entirely, falling apart some time ago like a poorly constructed dress on a mannequin, tattered scraps held together by nothing but rusted pins and hope. Distorted without word or sound, mindless flashes of color and static, the useless dreams of a beast who does not realize it can dream. His grey eyes fixed open, glassy but bright, tinted with a reddish film reminiscent of something violently killed until enough tears have amassed that they spill over, permitting the cleansing cycle to start anew.

“You do so well, Lestat, so beautiful,” Armand murmurs praise into his ear, caressing the spot where his hairline meets his temple, the blood sweat staining the white-blond baby hairs. It is for Louis’s benefit that he speaks at all, seeing as Lestat is well past hearing either of them through any means.

For now Armand is content to speculate and facilitate, dipping his hands in and out of each wound to coat his fingers a warm and sticky crimson, the liquid seeping underneath his nails, greedy and wretched as a gluttonous child left unattended in a candy shop.

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I hope to have it finished sometime this summer! ♥️ I'll slide Lestat POV DDG under the cut!

Lestat’s sophomore year—she’s had more than enough first days of school at this point—and yet somehow the anxiety in her stomach never goes away. She’s already anticipating the frustration, the tears, the begging Nicki to help with her papers because flunking a class would mean losing her scholarship to the theater program.

And Nicki has being so irritable with her lately, “Just go to the fucking tutoring center yourself, Lestat! Even you aren’t that dumb” she would snap, storming away, leaving Lestat staring numbly at the screen, unable to translate the thoughts in her head into words on the page in a way that made sense to her or anybody.

I’m not dumb...

“Lestat!” Eleni yells, waving as she bounds up the short steps outside of the liberal arts building. “What’s wrong with you?” She’s still catching her breath, god knows Eleni’s never been anywhere on time a day in her life.

“Nothing,” Lestat lies, shaking her head and taking one last hit of her vape, tilting her head back to blow a strawberry-scent cloud into the air.

Eleni narrows her eyes, but she doesn’t say anything. She’s met Nicki. She knows. That’s the shame of it, isn't it? Everyone knows.

And how had this happened? Was there truly nothing to spare the daughter the fate of the mother? How could Lestat not see it coming when she’d grown up knowing the warning signs before she even knew her ABCs and 123s?

“Come on,” Eleni puts her hand on Lestat’s arm like she’s guiding a lost child—her touch that careful, her tone that gentle.

Nicki aside, Eleni was her closest friend. Truth be told, Lestat didn’t have many friends. More acquaintances than she could care to remember, much less name.

Try as she might, she had never really stopped being the gangly little girl curled up in the corner with a book she couldn’t read, staring at the pictures until she saw spots dancing and her vision blurred, pretending she hadn’t even wanted to play with the other kids anyway. Who wanted to be friends with the kid with ratty hair and torn up clothes, eight-years-old and still unable to read because none of the adults in her life gave a fuck? Nobody wants you… Why should we?

Except Eleni had. Nicki had.

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And that's as far as I got before I realized the story needed to go back to Armand's pov! Not that I wasn't happy with it or anything, but it was just starting to tell an entirely different story than the one that I wanted to!

[enid-rhees]

Okay so that idea you have about the reader bringing Enid piercings got me thinking about non-apocalyptic/pre-apocalyptic Enid au...

Imagine being in your senior year with Enid, cept' she looks more like this:

*just pretend this is Enid not Elisia lmao-*

Andddd reader has a crush on Enid. She's intrigued by her piercings and her style...

So one day, Enid catches reader staring during class and teases her later on for it.

AGHHH IDK, I HAVE SO MANY Highschool!Enid au IDEASSS-

I'm sorry this is incredibly confusing...idek what I'm saying at this point haha, I'm high af rn 💀✋

ohhhh i love this and i’m able to picture this super cute interaction AAAA okay okay (and i am too 😭)

warnings: none! it’s just a really cute story :’)) although maybe a warning bc i based part of this on how it used to be in high school for me kinda (mostly the lunch part)

a/n: hope u all enjoy! 🫶🏻 requests are back open! if you’d like to request, just read pinned! all info is there :) also for the plot, you are an adopted Grimes child.

you hated math. everything about it was confusing, and you were never able to get the hang of it. the class was long, the teacher was boring, you would quite literally wish to be anywhere but here.

there was only one good thing about math class: Enid Rhee.

Enid Rhee is the girl that sat in the desk across from you. she was smart, insanely pretty, and had this nose piercing that somehow made her even prettier.

if you were being honest, you had a crush on Enid. scratch that - you had a huge crush on Enid. it was a bit pathetic, really. the two of you barely talked, and the few times you did, it left your face burning like crazy. she’s helped you with your in-class work, guiding you through each problem to help you pass.

you loved the way she dressed, how she expressed herself. she always wore darker clothing, and always wore this beanie on her head. but it was cute.

Enid always paid attention in class, because she never really spoke to anyone. she had her group of friends, but you only saw them together at lunch, which took place right after this class. that was also another good thing about math.

“okay, who knows the answer to question three?” the teacher called out, you jumped slightly at the loudness of his voice in the quiet classroom.

for a few seconds, nobody raised their hand. you kept your head down, making it seem like you were still working.

“ah, Enid! you know the answer?” you snapped your head up, Enid had her hand raised. she put it down, “six hundred and eighty seven?” she questioned unsurely.

god, she looked so cute. her maroon eyeshadow really made her green eyes pop, making it easy to get lost in them.

“yes! good, Enid! that’s the answer! everybody, make sure you write that down.” as everyone looked back down at their papers, your eyes were stuck in Enid.

she wrote down the answer, and started to move onto the next one. you sat there, your chin resting in the palm of your hand as you watched her with what could only be described as heart eyes.

she looked so cute when she was concentrated, biting her lip as she tried to figure out the answer.

“Y/N!” you jumped in your seat once more when the teacher yelled your name. your face burned as you looked up at him. “i asked you what the answer was to question four?” he asked, clearly annoyed with you for not paying attention.

“u-um,” you stuttered, looking down at your paper, when you looked back up, Enid was looking at you, a soft smile on her face. it made your face burn more.

she then held up 5 fingers underneath her desk. you quickly looked away, “the answer is five… sir.”

“correct! good job, Y/N. make sure to pay attention next time, yeah?” you nodded and put your head back down, mentally cursing at yourself for being caught doing that.

the bell suddenly rang and everyone stood up from their seats, shoving the paper into their folder and into their bag. “whatever you don’t finish is homework!” the teacher announced as everyone was leaving.

as you were putting your folder and notebook back into your bag, Enid appeared next to you. “hi.” she smiled.

“hi.” you smiled back, trying to act calm despite your racing heart. “having… trouble with the work?” she questioned, almost teasingly.

you looked down, trying to hide your growing smile. “uh, yeah. something like that.”

Enid thought for a moment, her eyes looking up at the ceiling briefly. “wanna uh, sit somewhere together at lunch? i could help you.”

it took you a moment to process what she said. your heart felt like it was going to explode. you were surprised she couldn’t hear how loud your heart was beating inside your chest.

“y-yeah. i’d love to.” you told her. her smile grew wider. “great, let’s go.”

you made your way to the cafeteria in silence, not knowing what to say to her. you hoped that maybe she felt equally as nervous.

the two of you got in line for food. Enid picked up two trays, handing one to you. you gave her a small smile as a thank you. thin crusted pizza sat in pans behind the glass, and you sighed in relief.

normally, you hated school food. but the pizza was somewhat good, and one of the most tolerable foods the school had to offer. didn’t go well with chocolate milk, though.

Enid led you to a two-chair table near the back of the cafeteria. when you sat down, you gave her a gave her a look of uncertainty, “are your uh, friends okay with you not sitting with them?”

she brushed it off with her hand, “they’re fine.” you nodded and took a bite of the pizza. “by the way, you didn’t have to give me the answer.” you chuckled.

Enid shrugged, “i don’t know, seemed like you were pretty distracted by something.” she said in a tone you couldn’t decipher.

you fumbled with the milk carton in your hand as you tried to think of what to say back. was it really that obvious you were staring at her?

“you know, if you like the way i look you can just tell me.” Enid said, confirming your thoughts from two seconds ago. you looked down at your food and tried to hide your embarrassment.

“sorry i-“ you laughed, genuinely at a loss for words. you took a deep breath, “i think you’re cool as hell, Enid.” you chuckled nervously. “you intrigue me.”

“yeah?” she questioned. “how?”

you shrugged, “i mean- your style, i love it. you’re… funny, and smart. but you’re quiet in class unless you have to answer a question. and something about it, i just really like.” you admitted, and you swore your heart was about to pound out of your chest any second.

Enid smiled, a tint of red highlighting her cheeks. “i think you’re pretty cool too.”

but she cleared her throat immediately, shaking her head slightly. “but uh, would you like some help with Mr. Rovia’s work? just so you don’t have to do it at home.”

you blinked, “yeah- yeah that would be nice.” you pulled your folder out of your bag and took the sheet of paper out. Enid pulled out her pen, immediately solving the next problem.

Enid then moved her chair closer to yours, and your shoulders were basically touching. you felt your heart start to race again.

she started to guide you through each problem, and if you were being honest, Enid was a better help than Mr. Rovia ever was. but that also went for most teachers anyway.

before you knew it, the two of you had finished the work. “thanks, Enid. genuinely.” you told her. “i’m always here to help.” she responded.

the bell rang again, signaling that lunch was over. you threw away the leftover food and placed the tray on top of the bin. your next class was science, another class you shared with Enid. but you also shared that class with your little shit of a brother, Carl.

when you entered the classroom, Enid pulled you by the sleeve over to an empty table with two seats. you looked over, and luckily, Carl was busy talking with his friend Henry.

Carl knew about your crush on Enid, and would take every opportunity he had to embarrass you if he saw you with her right now.

“hey, isn’t that your brother?” Enid questioned. you nodded, “yep. little asshole.”

Enid giggled, and that might’ve been one of the prettiest sounds you’ve ever heard.

“alright class!” the teacher shouted. it was highly unnecessary, given that the classroom was small and everyone was already paying attention.

“i’ve assigned a project.” she announced, and few people groaned. “oh hush. this one is more entertaining than the others. for this project, you need to make a replica of a volcano and recreate an eruption. you’ll be working with one other student, the person you’re sitting next to.”

you and Enid turned to each other with wide smiles. you’re unable to control how happy you are on the inside, knowing that this could bring you guys closer, and maybe-

“take your computers out and start researching the different types of eruptions that can occur with your partner. this project is due Friday.”

Enid pulled hers out, “ready to completely ace this project… partner?” she asked with the cutest grin.

you couldn’t help but get lost in her eyes once more, not understanding how someone this beautiful was in front of you.

you bit your lip as you tried to hide your own lovesick smile, “yeah… let’s do it.”

[ironborealis]

#2

The other teachers had warned her about the Snape boy. There was something not quite right with the boy, even if no one could put their finger on what exactly was wrong.

He daydreamed. He asked too many questions in class. He was prone to flights of fancy. He took everything you said too literally. His homework would either be on time or complete but never both. He passed every exam. His failure to understand basic concepts meant he ought to have been held back a year. He was already socially stunted without being held back. The boy only had make-believe friends to ostracize him, so what would it have mattered if he'd repeated a year? Was it not punishment enough to have to try and teach him for one year, now you want to add another year to my sentence?

She was younger and maybe didn't know as much as her peers. She certainly saw what they saw, but there were also glimpses of something more. Once she saw his scores on the pre-test for the Eleven-Plus exam she thought she had the answer.

Underneath his unkempt exterior was a exceptional mind. Snape had put up the top score on the pre-test for his entire year, not just his class. His brilliance explained so much of what was wrong with the boy -- the late homework, the daydreaming, the lack of friends.

Given the strength of his creative writing she wondered if she wasn't mentoring the next Lewis or Tolkien.

She'd been so ecstatic about his results that she'd held him back after class to tell him the good news. That with his scores he could go on scholarship to one of the better public schools and from there maybe to Oxford or Cambridge. He'd have to work on his study habits and how to pay attention in class but she'd help him with that if he wanted to do more than work in the mill.

He'd shrugged and said that his mother had made plans to send him off for his schooling, but he couldn't recall where.

Perhaps there was a rich great aunt willing to put in a good word for him to an admissions board... but that seemed unlikely, given the type of people who lived in Cokeworth.

She just wasn't getting through to the boy. Despite his brilliance he was still just turned eleven. He could hardly be expected to understand the magnitude of the opportunity in front of him, waiting for him to grasp it.

She'd decided a chat with his mother was in order and sent him home with a note asking her to come speak with her. A note that went unanswered, even though the boy swore he'd given it to her. After several ignored notes she'd pinned one to the boy's jacket, only for him to return the next day with the note still attached to his collar.

She'd pulled his student file in exasperation and was shocked to see that not only did his family not have telephone, but the address was still over in Spinner's End. There'd been a big to-do in the paper a year ago about the last residents of the neighborhood moving into the new council estates. The neighborhood now was just another cemetery monument to Cokeworth's shortlived glory during the Industrial Revolution, before cheap cotton and cheaper labor from India and the Americas had destroyed the market. No one should still be living there, but the boy would give her no other answer when pressed about where his family was living now.

She intended several times to march down there and ask Mrs. Snape just what she thought she was doing ignoring her notes, raising her son in such a place, didn't this woman know that she was trying to help. Every time she tried something turned her off from it. She was afraid of being there after dark, her heel broke, and one time she'd been bizarrely certain that she'd left the gas on in her apartment even though she had an electric cooktop.

In the end she'd been forced to concede defeat when despite his scores on the Eleven-Plus no school bothered to request his records. They'd gone in the box to head back to the council administration offices along with the records on all the other children who'd disappeared without a trace.

[i-didnt-do-1t]

Oscar isn’t about to object to a home cooked meal and an opportunity to make Davey Jacobs feel uncomfortable- (part 1) or I’m intrigued about the idea of Uksies delancey meeting non-existent stage Sarah Jacobs

The evening had come on fast, and Oscar locked the gate behind him as he left the distribution centre, the evening editions sold and any papers from earlier that morning that the newsies couldn’t shift bought back.

Morris was god knows where, he had muttered to Oscar half an hour ago that he had to head on, something had come up, an easy job that involved busting a couple of skulls and put money in their pockets, more than working the counter ever did, so Oscar let him go. He could ask him about it later when he inevitably showed up with swollen red knuckles and maybe a black eye if he was unlucky.

Oscar’s job was significantly less fun, but someone had to do the food shop if they wanted to eat and Weasel sure as hell wasn’t going to.

He checked the padlocked gate one more time and made his way to the market that stayed open late into the evening once it hit winter. He hated the crowds and the people pushing, he was lucky the majority caught onto his glare and moved out of his way.

It was just unfortunate that almost all the food stalls were empty, the fabric ones instead still practically full.

This was stupid. The fact he had to eat was stupid.

Instead of heading back to the house where Wiesel would inevitably be waiting, he leant back against the brick wall at the edge of the market and pulled a cigarette out of one pocket, a lighter out of the other, ignoring his ink-stained fingers.

Oscar was a people watcher, he had never been much of a talker, Morris neither unless it was around him. He preferred it this way, preferred sitting in the corners and working people out. Today his attention was pinned solely to one girl in a white shirt and tan skirt who looked familiar in a way he couldn’t pinpoint, but he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

She was pretty, objectively, but that wasn’t something that Oscar had ever paid much attention to, that was hardly the reason he was staring.

He’d had girls over the years, the ones brave enough to approach him, who had told him he was handsome with a sharp jaw and dark eyes, knew he could get girls if he wanted to, if he tried, but that wasn’t what this was.

He knew he was staring, but she was so distracted with flicking through a pile of lace that he doubted she would notice, and even the way she did that was familiar, he had seen it before, the way her lips pursed together and her forehead creased slightly as she thumbed through the different leaves of fabric, but he just couldn’t place it.

He brought his cigarette up to his mouth again, inhaled smoke in an attempt to temper the ever-present frustration, and then looked down to tap out the ash on the wall beside him. When he looked up again, she was staring at him. He paused for a second before he brought his cigarette back to his lips again, he had too much pride to be the first to break the apparent staring contest.

“I’m sorry can I help you?” She said, and her jaw was set in a firm line, but it was her eyes that were the most familiar out of everything, blue and piercing and all at once he realised where he had seen them before.

“You know a Davey Jacobs?” He said.

And then she went quiet, and he had to assume he’d scared her off, maybe she knew him even if he didn’t know her, except after a second the look on her face softened somehow. He hadn’t realised she had been on guard until she wasn’t anymore.

Then she smiled at him, and it was like her whole face lit up.

“He’s my brother. You’re one of his friends?”

He scoffed and turned his head so he could blow out smoke. “Something like that.”

“I’m sure Jack probably told everyone, but David couldn’t make it to work today. He’s not started back at school yet, but he has some meetings to get everything sorted.”

And if he wasn’t going to take her word for it that they were siblings, the fact she felt the need to divulge anything about their personal lives to him completely unprompted sold it.

He had actually noticed Davey wasn’t at the gate today, the only reason he gave a shit was that usually, Davey was the one who got Kelly to keep his mouth shut. Today was the first time in a couple of weeks he’d had to grab Morris by the collar before he launched himself across the counter at Kelly as he spun away laughing, papers in hand. He was inevitably going to get worse once Davey was gone again. Not that Oscar liked him either, but he had a healthy level of fear when it came to him and Morris, didn’t say shit that he knew would get him hit- not that that stopped Oscar from wanting to break his jaw.

“It’s getting late,” Oscar said voice flat. A statement, not a question, but Sarah glanced up at the sky anyway, frowning at the way it was rapidly darkening.

“They held me behind in work.” She said and then fixed her gaze on him again, something determined, an expression he’d seen on Davey’s face before during the strike. “I’m sorry to ask, but if it's not too much trouble could you walk me home?” Oscar stared. “It's not far I promise but walking home in the dark is- it can get rowdy, around where I live,”

Oscar didn’t have any other plans for the evening.

He took a last inhale of his cigarette before he dropped it and ground it into the cobblestones, pushing away from the wall and shoving his hands deep in his pockets. “Sure.”

[sariahsue]

Marinette’s Three Rules for Preventing the Apocalypse

Set shortly after the events of Chat Blanc, Marinette uses her knowledge of what happened that day to create three rules to prevent disaster. What happens when she can't keep them all?

Chapter One - Six Months Later

(Oops. This is the real ch one. The last “ch 1″ I posted was intended to be the prologue!)

"Marinette," Adrien's voice sang. Or wait, was he in costume right now? She yawned and stretched, giving herself time to remember what was happening before responding. Her arm pushed against something warm and she looked up. A masked face smiled down at her.

Marinette bolted up from where she'd had her head in his lap. The sunlight coming through her windows was at a completely different angle than it had been when she'd closed her eyes. Overdue homework mixed with the fabric and thread from two half-unfinished commissions she was supposed to be done with by the end of the week. Why hadn't he woken her up?

"What time is it?" She swept an arm to collect as much of her things off the floor as possible.

"Are you still mad at me?" he asked.

"No." She stuffed three pencils in her mouth, threw the fabric over her shoulder and tried to stack her papers with one hand and the pins she'd knocked over with the other. It wasn't working well.

"It looks like you are." He leaned over and brushed the pins into a pile so she could walk safely to her desk.

"I'm not mad," she said after dropping the pencils back onto her desk. "At you. I just don't know if you're lying to me again."

"Hm." He walked over, and she handed him a pincushion shaped like a tomato. "So you are mad at me."

It had been a difficult game she'd been playing, but one she knew the rules to by now. Chat Noir couldn't confide in her about his personal problems, and she wasn't allowed to ask. But Adrien wouldn't confide in her at school, and she had no way to help him if she wasn't supposed to know that he'd been coming to her house for comfort. He looked perfectly calm in class, never getting lower than an A, keeping a smile and an answer whenever the teacher called on him. It would seem odd if she said he looked upset and asked if he wanted to talk. She felt stuck.

"I'm really fine," he said once all the pins were put away. "I'm not lying."

Another rule of the game was that she had to pretend she wasn't Ladybug, and so she couldn't tell him he wasn't allowed to use the miraculous for friendly visits. But that one didn't grate on her as much. It was better that he felt he could come over whenever he wanted and not like he was imposing on her, for his own sake.

And he had taken advantage of the hospitality. What had started as an occasional hello when he was feeling down had turned into regular hangouts. Sometimes they sat on her balcony for five minutes to catch up on their uneventful days. Other times they stayed up for hours, swapping secrets, watching movies, or doing homework together.

Having him so close and still not being able to be with him wasn't the best for Marinette's heart, and trying to keep track of what he'd told her as which persona was confusing, but he was always happier when he left. That was worth any sacrifice she had to make.

Marinette took her time putting the pin cushion away, carefully rearranging the contents of her sewing basket while she collected her thoughts. She could feel Chat Noir standing right behind her. If she took a step back, she would lean into his chest. For a second she let herself pretend that if she did, he would wrap his arms around her and hold her.

But Chat Noir and Marinette were not like that. He wasn't like that with Ladybug either, not since she'd asked him to move on.

Marinette leaned forward, away from the temptation, and turned around.

"I'm glad you're okay," she finally said. "I didn't want to beat anyone up on your behalf today."

His cat ears perked up, and his lips twisted into her favorite grin. "How about tomorrow?"

She made a pretense of glancing at the calendar on her wall to distract herself from his mouth. "Sorry. I have to study for a math quiz tomorrow night. Can you save your personal problems for Saturday? I should have more time then."

"I'll pencil a crisis in for you."

Marinette swallowed an "it's a date" comment. It wasn't a date. They weren't dating. They would never date. They were never going to be together.

"Hey. Are you okay?"

She snapped her attention back to him. Chat Noir crouched down ever so slightly to get a better look at her face, and Marinette realized that she'd reached behind her to grab the edge of her desk in a death grip. Her nails pressed into the underside painfully.

"Fine," she said, forcing her fingers open and shaking her hands. Her weak heart beat painfully for him.

And he just had to smile at her anyway. "Now who's lying? What was that about?" Carefully, he reached to push a strand of hair out of her face, using his knuckle so he wouldn't risk getting a claw near her eye.

His fingers lingered. And Marinette willed herself to breathe. It wasn't fair that he could do something so normal and send her leaning onto her desk for support. He didn't see her like that, and they weren't ever going to be together.

"Nothing," she said. "Just swallowed wrong." She cleared her throat to try to help sell it. He didn't look convinced, just mildly amused.

"Well, if you're sure you're okay," Chat Noir breathed. His hand still hovered next to her face. It would be easy for her to lean toward it, cup it against her cheek, kiss his palm. "I should let you finish your commissions."

Marinette groaned. Work was the last thing she wanted to be thinking about. "You said you don't have patrol tonight. Couldn't you stay?" Her eyes flicked to the red box of fabric on top of her dresser. Tikki was in there, probably preparing a speech for later.

"Sorry, Marinette. I have to be up early tomorrow."

Her shoulders drooped. Right, Adrien had a photoshoot. "Who's going to save me from my work now?"

"Stop it. You love sewing." He reached past her to pick up her sketchbook, flipping back a page to the vest she'd been working on and waved it at her. "And you'll love the sense of accomplishment when you see how amazing they look when they're done."

Marinette finally pushed herself off the desk and picked up the pincushion. It was the perfect size to fit into her hand, and the heads of the pins were cool against her palm.

"Ugh. Maybe you're right."

"Good. I'm glad that you sound so convinced." He pushed the notebook into her hands and reached around for his baton.

"You could always bribe me," she said as he climbed up her ladder and headed toward the skylight above her bed.

"Huh?" He turned, knees on her mattress, always careful not to get her covers dirty even though she'd never thought to ask him.

"How about you promise to check on my progress tomorrow?"

He smiled and gave her a thumbs up at the unexpected invitation. She'd never done that before. It was always "come over if you need to." It was never a request on her part.

As Chat Noir's tail disappeared through the skylight, Tikki came out of hiding.

"You're doing enough to help him by letting him come," she said, tiny arms crossed and hovering inches from Marinette's face. "You don't need to invite him to come more often. He shouldn't be–"

"Using his miraculous for personal reasons. I know." She'd honestly forgotten about that in the moment, but she couldn't bring herself to regret the invitation. "It's fine. Plagg is lazy. He'll probably tell him no anyway."

"What are you going to do when he falls in love with you again? Have you thought about that?"

"When," not "if." Marinette had to hold back a smile, right until the logic set it. Chat Noir might visit her in his spare time, but Adrien didn't treat her any differently at school, which he would if he wanted to pursue a relationship with her.

"Don't worry, Tikki. He only sees me as a friend." Marinette pulled open her trapdoor to go downstairs, letting it fall with a slam behind her.

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It had taken much longer than Ladybug had anticipated, but patrols had finally gotten back to normal. After the reveal, and her rejection, the duo had been understandably distant from each other, and their first few meetings were sterile and devoid of fun while he was nursing a broken heart. But their partnership had been strong enough that they quickly found a new rhythm. It was friendly and fun. It worked. But some of the warmth was missing.

And as much as she wanted to pretend that his time with Marinette was the only reason for his recovery, she could tell he was slowly getting over her. Knowing it was for the best, that everyone was safer that way and it was the right choice, didn't stop her wound from aching.

There were two solaces in the whole thing. One was that he was able to share details with Ladybug that he couldn't share with Marinette. He would talk about tests at school that he was worried about or the disappointments his father dished out almost daily.

Second, he talked about his friend Marinette frequently, how great he thought she was, and how much he loved spending time with her. Ladybug would try not to blush and often had to turn away to hide the tinge in her cheeks when she failed.

Today they were patrolling across the river in the first arrondissement, and Chat seemed particularly distracted. Three times he didn't hear her when she asked him questions, and twice she lost track of him because he was following behind and hadn't noticed she'd taken a turn.

"Are you okay?" she asked when they had finished their loop and were heading back home. "You aren't getting sick or something are you?"

"I'm going to ask her out."

A car below them kicked up pebbles onto the sidewalk. They hit something metallic.

Ladybug blinked, opened her mouth, and said, "Oh."

Chat Noir wasn't happier because he was getting over her. He'd completely gotten over and moved onto someone else already. She felt completely blindsided. A masochistic piece of her wanted to know who it was, but she pushed the question away.

"Sorry if I've been distracted today. I was just–"

"Thinking about her?"

"Worrying about it," he said.

For the past few months, she'd gotten very practiced in the art of pretending she didn't feel anything for him. It was far easier than it should have been to plaster on a concerned smile and say, "What for? That's great!"

Chat Noir hesitated. He nudged a loose corner of shingle with his boot. "Nothing, I guess."

"You have nothing to be worried about." Ladybug clasped her hands in front of herself, not sure if she wasn't selling it enough or putting in too much energy. He looked up from the shingle and smiled at her, so maybe it was the right amount.

It was good that he wasn't hurting anymore. She did want him to be happy.

But tonight she learned something about herself. She hadn't realized she'd been hoping that Adrien loved her too much to be able to move on. That was selfish, and she hated the jealousy that was spreading through her veins like poison, so she grabbed his hands and squeezed, pushing down the ugliness with a reminder that he was happy, and he wasn't hurting, and this was best for everyone.

They'd been only best friends for ages. She could do that again. "So when are you going to ask her?" she said, trying to channel her inner Alya.

He shrugged, looking away. "Soon, I think."

"You'll have to tell me how it goes. Our next joint patrol is Friday night, so you can give me all the deets." (Maybe too much inner Alya. That sounded forced.)

"Sure," he said, oblivious to how her smile was too wide and how her eyes prickled. "Before Friday."

"Okay, well, I'll see you then!"

She left without saying goodbye.

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A/N: So... how are you? (I have nothing to say this time.)

@tbehartoo

[queenramondasidechick]

Darky lady lesso x wife reader

Part 2

*summary after witnessing what lesso did you said nothing to nobody about what happened in the doom room you thought lesso forgot about your punishment but she didn't.

Warning* mentions of death manipulation*

I quickly walked across the halls avoiding everyone as i entered Lenora's room with paper works in my arms I sat them on her desk and turned away to leave. She said to me stop I stopped in my track, turning around to face my wife to only have a strong grip around my throat choking me against the wall. L-lesso!! I held her tight hand that was choking me you think I don't know what you did!? She let me go I coughed as I heard her taking something out of the drawer that was next to her desk and it was a knife. I backed away with my back hitting the wall as Lenora pinned me against the wall while still holding the knife. I know you told Sophie about what I did so now I'm going to have a small talk with her darling and to keep you out of the way. She dragged me to our room tying me to the bedpost. Lenora!! No please don't kill her please!! tugging my body towards her she only kissed my forehead before leaving the room with the knife in her hand. Now here trying my hardest to cut this trip with a piece of glass I had found. Yes! The ropes for free off my wrist I opened the door running through the halls in the school of good. Tedros have you seen lesso anywhere I asked the young prince yeah two guards took her away I immediately ran to the doom room because that will be the only place lesso would take her. I made it in front of the room and that's when I heard a loud thud my blood ran cold heart stopping for a second. No?! Sophie she can't be dead!! Then the door opened to reveal Lenora coat off and a chuck of hair in her hand. W-w-what did you do to her you fucking monster what did you do to her!!! I Pound on Lenora's chest tears coming down my face she grabbed my hands stopping me as I pulled away from her. I didn't kill her dove all I did was cut off her hair I mean besides you can't be a never if you look like a princess. I looked in the room to see Sophie crying about her hair not being injured or anything. Then Lenora grabbed my chin making me look at her with a sadistic smile on her face I didn't want to cause you anymore trauma love I wouldn't want your brain to replay those images in your small little head. I stood frozen in my place, not being able to speak as lesso just takes me in her muscular embrace.

Now let's go back to class we have a lot of teaching to do the days and weeks have passed and I wake up with nightmares with Lenora killing people in the doom room. But I have put it behind me since she would never let me leave her side. Me and are in our room quietly grading students and making up paperwork. Y/n darling what do you think about having kids I looked at her as if she was crazy!? There's no way in hell I want my kids'mother to be a murderer. I-i don't know about that Lenora she stood up hovering over me taking her coat off pulling my hair back and stopping my writing. How about we test that love..

[maddithefangirl]

Wait for Me part 2

Azriel x Rhysand’sSister!reader 

a/n: hi everyone! thank you so much for the support on the first part. I didn’t think anyonw would really see it let alone enjoy it! Please enjoy this next part that I hope is any good. Also if anyone wants to request a fic let me know because I need all the inspo I can get with school going on right now. 

x

There is nothing Azriel has done more than worry about you. Word had come that the curse was broken, but there was still no word from you down the bond. The minute he saw Rhys he couldn’t even appreciate his return because all he could think of was Y/N. “Where is she?” he almost screamed. He was met with a solemn look and a deafening silence. “Where. Is. She? He said sharply. After once again being met with silence Azriel pinned Rhys against the wall, hand to his neck not forceful enough to cause any pain, but enough to prove a point. Rhys pushed Az off of him and took a deep breath. “She didn’t want to come back and face you after what she had gone through. The words come out so quiet that it could’ve been a whisper. 

Az’s world came crashing down around him. Had these 49 years meant nothing to you? Had you moved on? Oh Cauldron, did you find somebody else Under the Mountain? He wanted to punch something, do anything to stop the numbness that he felt inside. For years the bond has been closed on your end, and he could not figure out why… but maybe this is the reality that he tried so hard not to accept. You didin’t want the bond. 

It doesn’t matter that he had been pining after you for centuries or that you professed your love for him right before you were taken away. This was it for him, but maybe he was not it for you. Stop. There’s got to be a better explanation than that. He knows you better than to believe that crap. 

He decided he needed to reach out in the only way that he knew you would answer. 

- - - -

Your journey was harder than expected. Could you have winnowed? Yes, but where is the fun in that? You still don’t even know what you’re doing at this point… 

You break out of your trance when a piece of paper appears in front of you attached to a pen. It’s exactly who you think it is until it's not. The only thing that you see on the paper is 

     -A

That one letter makes your blood run cold. Could it really be him? Is Rhys trying to trick me into talking to him? He would, you know that, but he also knows how fragile you are right now. You write a soft,

     hi

If someone were to look they’d barely notice that there was something more than a smudge on the paper, but he saw. It takes 7 long minutes to get anything in response. What would he want with you now after he knows you’re running away from everything? 

You've been walking for days now enjoying the fresh air you haven’t felt in years. It was liberating to feel the grass beneath your feet and the sunshine spilling through the trees. The wind was in full force, an indication that it was about to rain, but that didn’t stop you. You had thrown caution to the wind after being shackled and silent for years on end. The marks were still pink on your wrists, feeling a slight twinge of pain when you twist them. 

You reached Summer about three days ago, trying to remember the way to your friend's cottage. You didn’t want Tarquin to know of your presence until you had settled and seen your best friend. Chrissy and you had been friends for over 200 years. She was your confidant and an avid gossip when she needed to be. You spent many winters with her just cozied up in the cabin she lives in when her mom was still around. She became your own mother on many occasions. 

The thoughts overwhelm you so that you barely remember you were waiting on a response. The words you have been dreading to see again,

“Please come home, mate”

Mate… I open the bond a little bit to send a small pulse through to tell him you got the message but ultimately put the pen and paper away. Those thoughts and emotions were some that you didn’t want to open up to yet. Not without someone in my corner.

[eyesaremosaics]

Having helped raise a girl from six years of age to 12… it’s been an emotional ride. I’ve mostly helped raise boys—and been a great success at it. My mother wounding/female betrayal trauma is so strong that it is making it hard for me to relate to her as a growing person.

I had such a horrible time at her age, and she is becoming the kind of girl I loathed in those times. A mean girl. A popular girl. We were so close when she was little… all those nights staying up late reading Harry Potter together. She was such a lonely, misunderstood child. So imaginative, with a big heart. So tender of feeling. How she would cling to me like she never wanted me to leave. She used to tell me I was the only one who understood her.

Now she dismisses me like an unwanted thing. It’s a part of the age, but it’s so hard. It makes me think of that scene from Toy Story 2 when the little girl leaves Jesse in a box on the side of the road…

When somebody loved me

Everything was beautiful

Every hour we spent together

Lives within my heart

And when she was sad

I was there to dry her tears

And when she was happy, so was I

When she loved me

Picking flowers up by twin peaks during the pandemic. Braiding her hair at night after a long day. Doing tarot cards together, going to the little mermaid sing along. Pretending to be mermaids at the children’s quarter playground. Lost among the artificial waves. Climbing them in all their statuesque beauty.

Spending hours making props for her Harry Potter birthday. The brick wall of platform 9 3/4. All the hours of drizzling glue gun glue over paper towel rolls, painted starkly white with electric tea lights to give the illusion of floating candles. Teaching her improv games, taking her to see the theatre. Her ambitions to be an actress just as I was…

Through the summer and the fall

We had each other, that was all

Just she and I together

Like it was meant to be

How she used to tell her parents that she was glad to have me help her through her troubles in life. She would push away her own mother and say she wanted me when she was hurt. She would run into my arms. When I left for Paris for ten days, she chased my Uber down the street crying. She had such a hard time without me being there.

And when she was lonely

I was there to comfort her

And I knew that she loved me

The sleepover parties, the makeovers. The trips to the mall, pin curling her hair for decade day. Lending her my vintage clothes. Sharing all my stories, how hungry she was to listen to them. One day when picked her up from school she said: “I wish you were my mom.”

So the years went by

I stayed the same

But she began to drift away

I was left alone

Still, I waited for the day

When she'd say, "I will always love you"

Taking her to her first school dance. Having her tell me when she first got her period. She told me first that the boy she liked asked to be her boyfriend. I was there when she was bullied at her last school, and was there to see her become popular at her new school. I was glad to see her shine. Just as I knew she was always meant to. How beautiful she is becoming. Such a young lady now.

Days turned into weeks, months, and now years that she has grown distant. This is what happens with children in middle school. I hated middle school so much. It was so traumatic for me. Glad as I am that she is enjoying it, the difference seems to divide us further. We relate less and less.

Lonely and forgotten

Never thought she'd look my way

And she smiled at me and held me

Just like she used to do

Like she loved me

When she loved me

There are moments when she puts her head on my shoulder still. Or randomly asks me to do her hair, or tells me something personal. I miss how close we used to be. I wonder if she will even be sad the day that I leave.

How awful it feels, to be disposable.

My grandmother said: “she doesn’t show it, but I bet she will fall apart when that day comes.”

I just don’t know…sometimes it all feels like a dream. It went by so fast. I always care more deeply about others, than they care about me. The ultimate agony. I hate feeling like all my love and effort went unappreciated. Not that I give expecting anything in return, but a little gratitude would be nice. Taking on a “motherly” role… makes me realize how thankless of a job motherhood is.

Grieving the loss of that little girl, and realizing that this is a part of life. The cycle goes forward, and as children become autonomous, they let you go and don’t even realize. The empty nest syndrome is real. Having felt it more than once in my life… has made me wonder if having children is in the cards for me. I love kids, and they love me, but they grow into people… and it’s hard to let go of who they were when they were small. It’s so hard for me to detach.

I let her be, I give her space. The silence grows between us with each passing day. Time rots like old wood.

She doesn’t need me anymore.

“I’m always going to need you” she once told me when she was little. I hope in her heart of hearts, that’s still true.

It’s so hard to keep opening my heart to women, just to be abandoned or betrayed by them. The wound just grows deeper as I age. In spite of my active resistance. I know she is just a child. I would never put this on her, but tonight I feel sad about all of this. The purge was necessary.

[professionallydeadinside]

PRINCE TIME LETS GOOOO >:D

“Miss? Sorry, but you dropped this.”

Prince turned around at the familiar voice, already on guard by being talked to so late at night.

She was met with a tall, broad shouldered teenager dressed in a Japanese highschooler uniform. Prince recognized it from other boys she’d seen using the train, but none of them walked through the tunnels at this time. And she’d never seen this one before.

He looked nice enough, his smile looking like it occupied his face often seeing how he was already getting creases at the sides of his eyes. His hair was cut short in a way boys with straight hair cut it, but his seemed to curl out at the tips, giving him a different look than others.

“Thank you?” Prince held her hand out, assuming she’d dropped a piece of paper. She held back a gasp as the boy placed the dropped item in her palm.

It was the same hair tie from the bullet train. It was even still streaked with blood. Prince felt her heart drop.

Surely she was foolish to think that all of her problems would get dropped like how she’d dropped her past life. Trying to keep herself from shaking, she looked back up with a sweet smile.

“I’m sorry, but this isn’t mine. Do I know you?”

The boy nodded. He pocketed the hair tie and exchanged it for a taser he’d been concealing in his back pant’s pocket. Prince took a step back.

“You do. You might not remember, but you do. I’m Wataru Kimura.”

‘Shit.’

Wataru lunged at Prince, who tried to block his attack but was admittedly rusty from years of a monotonous life. He easily got her pinned to the wall. She heard the sound of the taser clicking on.

Selfishly, she wanted to scream at him that she had learned her lesson. Couldn’t he see that she was different? Hair allowed to keep its regular curls, skin scarred over from surgeries, clothing layered with black to keep anyone from looking at her.

She felt the pain streak through her veins as Wataru set the taser in her neck, her muscles forcibly tensed as electricity sparked. Without even feeling it, Prince became aware that she was now collapsed on the station floor.

Spots of black began filling her vision. Wataru hauled her up, putting her arm around his shoulder and keeping her standing with his hand firmly at her side. The taser was buried in her coat, effectively hidden unless someone was looking closely. She attempted to scratch at his face but was stopped with another, shorter shock to her ribcage.

Footsteps reverberated through the station. Prince tried to look up but could only catch a blurred glimpse of a train employee making his way towards them. She felt Wataru press the taser against her, a silent threat.

“Sir? Is she alright?” Prince attempted to speak but could only cough in reply. Her throat constricted to the point she couldn’t speak. Her swaying legs forced her to lean on Wataru, her head rolling like it was on a swivel.

“Ah! Yes, she’s alright! Just a little drunk. Hime-san is my step mom!” Wataru answered with a smile. He sounded so damn innocent.

“My father knows she can drink pretty heavily so he wanted me to find her. It took awhile, but I did!”

The employee seemed to take note of Wataru’s uniform.

“You’re a student? When did school end? Why are you still in your uniform?” He asked suspiciously.

Wataru scuffed the floor with the heel of his foot, looking embarrassed.

“I didn’t have time to change. I haven’t even done my homework yet. I was just worried about looking for Hime-san…”

The look Wataru gave the employee must’ve been gut wrenching, because immediately the man backpedaled and apologized. He excused himself and wished Wataru well, even offering to drive him back home seeing how the next train was going to be awhile.

“I’m sorry Oji-san, but I couldn’t burden you like that. Thank you for offering though! Have a good night!”

Wataru used his free hand to wave goodnight as the man walked off. He waited a few seconds before restarting their trek. Prince squirmed as the tiles under her feet changed to concerete and they left the station.

Prince tried to make it so her face was visible to the security cameras which she had noticed on previous visits. But to her dismay she saw they were already taped over.

‘How long has he been planning this? When did he even have time to do this? Why hadn’t I noticed him before?’

Her thoughts were stopped with the taser at her throat, getting held down for what felt like hours. She felt like throwing up, like screaming, like doing anything before she passed out, unsure if she’d ever wake up.

“Goodnight Hime-san.” Wataru’s voice said in a sing-song way. “I doubt you’ll hold on until the morning.”

Her vision went black.