#i can't help it though - i never got to flirt with boys in school
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boy's night ☆ riki nishimura
☆ summary: riki had no game, no rizz, which was why he employed the help of his six friends to text you. warning: having seven boys on the phone trying to text a girl does not give good results!
☆ genre: fluff, all enhypen members make an appearance, boys being boys, very stupid, it's getting rizzy in here but clearly i have negative game
☆ warning(s)? no just silliness :3
☆ word count: 1.7k words
"Oh my god, she texted me!" was the sentence that completely destroyed Jake Sim's house.
Tonight, Riki was having a sleepover at Jake's house. It was supposed to be a chill night, a night in which Riki could bask in his friends' presence before they went off to college again.
There were many perks to being the youngest in his friend group. It seemed like Heeseung, Jay, and Jake forever saw him as their baby, after all, when they all met as children, Riki was a snotty little four year-old, constantly tattling on the older boys. Regardless, it was nearly impossible for them to not fuss over him, constantly asking if he ate yet or if he needed help. Sunghoon teased the ever-living shit out of Riki, sure, but the older boy never hesitated to take Riki's side whenever there was an argument. Sunoo and Jungwon were closest to Riki in age, but that didn't stop them from watching over him closely, like mother cats stalking their cubs.
Though, there was one thing that Riki had to admit that he hated about being the youngest: he was the most inexperienced.
Whenever his friends got their 'firsts,' he was always too young to care. It seemed like all his friends got to experience their first crushes and heartbreaks almost simultaneously, only for them to not be there when Riki had his.
Even when he was now a senior in high school, he had absolutely no idea how to talk to girls.
He'd heard all the stories about Heeseung and his antics at college, all the flirting tips that Jake liked to give out to Sunghoon and Jay, and all the crazed texts that Sunoo and Jungwon sent as they went through relationships.
Even so, Riki had never experienced teenage love for himself.
Enter: You.
You were the cute girl that sat in front of him in his Macroeconomics class. If it wasn't for the fact that Riki absolutely hated Macro, he would blame the fact that you were just so pretty that he couldn't bring himself to focus on the lecture about the New York Stock Exchange.
Initially, Riki had no intention of pursuing you.
You were cute, obviously, but hearing you talk to your partner in class was enough for him. Plus, it wasn't like Riki had any experience— even if he wanted to talk to you, he had no idea how to!
Except, thanks to his nosy friends, your name had been discussed what felt like a million times by the end of the week.
"So... [Name], eh?" was the first thing Sunghoon said as Riki's camera turned on during their weekly weekend FaceTime calls.
"This is so exciting, Riki," Heeseung said as he joined the call.
"Wait, how do you know her again?" Sunoo's voice cut in. "Sorry, my Wi-Fi is bad. You said you know her from Macro?"
With a little more prying, his friends managed to get a middle-school level confession out of Riki.
"I-I just think she's really pretty, and like, she's really smart," Riki huffed, "I don't think she likes me like that— I've never even spoken to her! Like, I can't talk to women, I straight up am a mess and the other day—oh my god— she looked at me and I think I almost passed out. What do I do? I actually cannot do thi—
".... But you think she's pretty, right?"
And that's how Riki managed to get your phone number. With the help of his friends (that felt more like them feeding into his delusions), he worked up the courage to stutter out a simple question.
And when you smiled, nodding enthusiastically as you typed your contact into his phone, Riki felt his soul leave his body.
So, it wasn’t hard to imagine the havoc that engulfed Jake Sim's house (the place of the sleepover) as Riki's phone pinged, your contact name showing up.
It was already late at night, so the boys were raiding Jake's pantry to get midnight snacks.
The moment that Riki announced that you had just, in fact, texted him first, everyone stopped in their tracks.
"Oh shit!" Jay shouted as he jumped over Jake's sofa, bowl of cereal still in hand.
The sound of crashing as Heeseung knocked over the ramen cups, as well as cutlery dropping abruptly and cabinets slamming filled the house.
"Oi, don't mess up my kitchen!" Jake yelled as his feet pounded against his stairs, scrambling so fast that he practically glided downstairs. After Jungwon spilled milk on his shirt, he was half-way through putting on a new shirt as he clambered down.
"What did she—" Sunoo pushed Jay out of the way, knocking the older boy over as he plopped down next to Riki on the living room carpet and peeked over his shoulder— "What did she say?!"
Within seconds, all six of his friends were huddled around Riki, pushing each other out of the way to catch a glimpse of what you said.
"Move your fatass head!"
"I can't see!"
As his friends argued, Riki stared at his phone, chewing on his bottom lip. His heart was pounding in his chest. He only saw the notification, and didn't see what you said yet.
What if you said something crazy, like "I just found out about that one time in first grade when you peed yourself at the playground" even though Riki and all his friends agreed to never speak of that incident again?! Or, what if you confessed your everlasting love for him in a long paragraph?
His head was spinning.
"Wait, did you open the message yet?!" Jungwon abruptly yelled into Riki's ear.
"No..." Riki answered slowly, watching the way all of his friends' once tense faces soften with relief.
"Oh my god," Jake sighed in relief.
"Phhhhheeewww!" Heeseung said dramatically.
"Why?" Riki frowned. "What's wrong with opening the message?"
"[Name] can see if you read her message if you open it," Sunghoon said matter-of-factly.
"Why is that a bad thing?"
All of his friends groaned.
They taught him a trick: swipe just enough so that he could see the message, but not enough that the system marks it as read.
Hey, was all you said, much to Riki's relief.
"What do I say?" Riki asked, clutching his phone. His eyes flickered to his friends as he sucked his bottom lip under his teeth pensively. "How do I respond to this?"
"Just say 'hey' back!" Jay blurted.
"No!" Heeseung shook his head profusely. "Anything but that!"
"Why not? You want him to say haiiii instead?" Sunghoon nudged the older boy.
"No, no, no!" Jungwon reached across to smack Sunghoon's knee. "All of you are wrong."
Jungwon turned to Riki. "Just respond with an emoji."
They all groaned loudly.
"Okay, anything but a goddamn emoji!"
Riki ended up typing out a simple hey in response. He had to make Sunoo press send for him, squeezing his eyes shut. Riki immediately shut his phone off, placing it face down.
"I don't want to see if she responds or not!" Riki moaned.
Within a minute or two, his phone pinged again.
"She responded!"
Even though you only asked, How was your day?, the entire house was once again invigorated. The boys shrieked, whooping and hitting Riki's shoulder, so loud that the house probably shook.
"Oh my god, it's happening!"
"Ouuuuu, she wants you, Riki!"
"Everyone shut the fuck up, it's time to lock in, oh my god it's actually happening—"
And just as everyone settled back down, ready to give Riki their mind-blowing advice, his phone dinged again.
[Attachment: 1 photo]. It was a silly picture of you, one of those cute ones that showed your eyes, clearly taken on the spot.
"OHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Shewantsyousobadohmygo—"
According to Jake, if a girl sends you a picture of herself, no matter how silly or cute it is, she is head over heels for you.
"One message at a time!" Jay yelled over Jake's shoulder as they tried to figure out how to respond. "You need to answer her question first and then respond to the picture!"
"No! Don't respond to the picture!" Sunghoon, who was all the way in the guest bathroom, yelled from behind the bathroom door, his voice both booming and muffled. "She'll think you're weird!"
"I agree," Sunoo said.
"I agree," Jungwon mocked him in a nasally voice, earning a slap to the shoulder. "Just heart the picture!"
But their arguing fell upon deaf ears.
"Riki, what are you doing?!"
Riki was on his own, his heart beating at the tip of his fingers.
I hung out with my friends today and it was fun, how was yours? was his first response. Pressing on the picture, he responded, You look cute.
When Riki glanced over at his friends, they were sprawled across the floor, crying aloud dramatically.
"It's over."
"You're insane."
"Fumbled."
Riki threw a pillow at them. "I didn't fumble— Oh shoot, she's typing!"
The house was once again filled with screaming and crashing as they scampered to Riki's side.
You typed for a few moments. Everyone was at the edge of their seat, simply begging to see how you'd respond. But then, you stopped.
"Good game, guys."
"100% over."
Riki chewed on his thumb, his eyes glued to his phone screen. Did he creep you out? Was it weird for him to say that you looked cute? Did he fuck up?
But then you finally replied.
My day was just filled with homework, very boring, you replied. Maybe if I spent it with you it would have been more fun.
Oh.
My.
God.
Riki's hands shook as he typed back another response, completely ignoring the complete and utter disaster around him. He didn't know what came over him. He wouldn't say any of the things that he typed out loud, let alone to your face. It was like he was possessed by some spirit that gave him the courage to type. Without even noticing it, his heart was palpitating in his chest, his entire face, neck, and ears covered in a red shade.
I'm free tomorrow, he typed.
"RIKI WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU—"
Okay, you simply responded. 12PM. The Block. Let's have fun.
"D-Did she just ask you out?"
Riki glanced at this phone, then at his friends, who stared at him with eyes as wide as saucers and their jaws dropped to the floor, then back at his phone. He blinked. "Yeah."
"Yes?!"
Riki blinked again. "Yeah."
.
.
.
And then it hit him.
"Oh my god, [Name] asked me out...!"
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high school enha boys in love
genre! : fluff
pairings! : heeseung x reader, jay x reader, jake x reader, sunghoon x reader, sunoo x reader, jungwon x reader, niki x reader
warnings! : none
do not ask any questions. do not ask where ive been what ive been doing. or when am i posting again💝
LEE HEESEUNG - nerdy guy
Heeseung and his friend group are the biggest losers in the school. They're the type to play Dungeons and Dragons at school and then get bullied. Heeseung is not affected by it at all, he enjoys going to school even if he's not that good at it. Especially now that he developed a small crush on you. He didn't even try to get you, knowing well he had no chance with you. He just hoped. Until he got a chance.
The teacher set you up to a group project, and fortunately or not for you, but you guys needed to work together. You were a quiet girl at school, mid class, not popular or a loser with a decent friend group. You also had no problem working with Heeseung, you just really didn't care. You never hated or bullied him, he was just kinda there. But after working with it, it turned out beside that he is a nerd, he's quiet fun. Hee tried to keep low with his obsession for nerdy stuff, but it didn't bother you at all once you both grew closer. You got along with his friends too who were too obsessed with the tought of speaking to an actual living woman that they constantly stole you away from Heeseung. He thought he finally had the chance, turned out you just wanted to be friends.
[rest utc!]
PARK JONGSEONG - class clown
You were friends with the class clown, Jay. You were his only friend. Though everybody loved him for being funny, he didn't have any close friends besides you. He was easy to talk to, Jay got along with anybody that was forced to interact with him, until it was a woman. For the life of god he couldn't speak to women. You laughed at him for that. You were a girl and his only friend, but it was never a problem to talk with him. He liked you that's why.
All his attempts to make you laugh were weird attempts to flirt with you. It worked out every and each time, only making him to like you more. He wished you also liked him.
He bought you flowers and gifts for you birthday or for different holidays. Taking care of you when you needed him the most. It turns out he can be serious too.
SIM JAEYUN - fuckboy
He's the biggest fuck boy at the school. Everybody knows him, he's super popular with a huge (but full of fuckboys) friend group. Once he notices somebody, he tries his best to make them fall for him, and like that, he collects every girl he sets his eyes. on. You agree he is handsome, but you can't help but despise him. Even more once you see him starring at you in the hallway. You immediately slap your head, knowing well you are his next opponent. He won't give up easily.
You arrive at school to flowers neatly put on your desk and people whispering at the back of the room. And not only does he buy you multiple gifts each week, he approaches you almost every day, trying to strike up a conversation while you try your best to ignore him. You told him off many times before, he's so determined to get you. Jake is annoyed with you. He doesn't want much other than a sweet night spent together.
Jake gets more and more chances to interact with you, actually getting to know you, getting closer to you... slowly falling for you. It takes him a long time to clear his name before ending up with you.
PARK SUNGHOON - pretty boy
He skates, he's pretty and he's quiet. That is all it takes to become the girls' favorite. Sunghoon's not only popular in your class, but many older and younger girls visit him in the breaks, trying to strike up a conversation with him, but mostly he shyly shakes his head as response to the girls' questions. During physical education, many girls watch him play games, visiting him any time they have a free period. Sunghoon loves and hates the attention. It depends on who's giving it to him.
All he begs for is your attention. He secretly wishes you would also bother him in the break, talk to him and let him make you laugh. Whenever he's talking with a girl, from the corner of his eyes he checks if you're looking at him, but it's never the case.
KIM SUNOO - the favorite
Everybody loves Sunoo. He is the sunshine of the school, having multiple friends from each class, being able to talk to anyone about anything easily making him the most liked person at the school.
He's popular in every category, just not when it comes to love. He never thought he would fall for someone, especially not one of his close friends, so when it did turn out that way he didn't know how to act. It was never hard to be around you or talk to you until now. He started avoiding you, luckily he had many friends, but soon he realised none could replace you, and his feelings weren't fading.
He doesn't know how to flirt, his best attempts at trying to make you fall for him was being especially nice to you, hanging out more often, but when all of those attempts were unsuccessful he opened up about his feelings.
YANG JUNGWON - top student
Jungwon was the quiet, straight A's student. So many people had crushes on him, that he was aware about, he just couldn't care less. One thing he cared about is his rival, you. As soon as you joined the class, you also became top student of the school. He became super wary about you, he just couldn't imagine any other person being on his level. He knew he had to worry about his title as the 'Student of The Year', he began to participate in meanigless competitions, but you were there for every and each one of it.
He tried sitting close to you to make sure you are not cheating in any way, or making any suspicious moves, because for sure he'd snitch on you. But this never happened. Instead you started noticing him and teasing him about it. He was so annoyed with you, trying to be better, but even if he was you aced the next test with ease.
He became so obsessed with your life, almost knowing your whole daily routine, starting to fall for you. He noticed so many things about your behaviour that he adored so much. It made him mad, but it was hard to hide it when you teased him and he blushed. You would catch him starring and just quietly laugh at him. It was too obvious, you knew it.
NISHIMURA RIKI - annoying friend
The loud annoying kid in class somehow ended up as your friend. He forced himself at you long enough, so you let him in accepting his friendship, which turned out to be fun. He was funny, outgoing and weird. Exeptionally weird, making it even more fun to be his friend.
The more he hung out with you the more you liked him, quality time tying you together with him emotionally. He introduced you to his other friends, inviting you to hang outs whenever you were free, and because you started liking him... more than a friend you freed up your time just him. You wanted to know if he felt the same, but nothing changed even when you asked to hang out just the two of you. He acted the same.
The only reason you ended up with him was, because his friend snitched on him. Niki, no way in hell would confess to you, so they helped him. You would have nevet guessed he liked you back.
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I hath come bearing a request:
Bully!Eddie with an insecure Reader where he openly flirts with someone else where she can see in an effort to make her jealous, and it does. She is jealous of the nicer version of his attention they’re receiving, but she’s more sad than anything else.
She’d started to think that maybe he did pick on her because he was interested. Like how boys would pull a girl’s hair back in elementary school. But after seeing him flirt with someone else, she realizes that can’t be the case.
Reader supposes that no one wants her. Even the “freak” of Hawkins High is beyond her league.
Happy ending if you can, pretty please 🩷
I'm usually against bully!Eddie but I did like the angst in this so I'm going to do it but he won't be like a huge bully, just an ass? I hope this is what you were looking for and I tried to make it happy :) ( with the help from my SB)
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There's a time in life where the line between love and hate is blurry and no amount of staring at that line will make it clear.
Y/N was on the love side, she had big feelings for Eddie. Her nose in the air as she follows the scent of his strong musky cologne and a hint of weed. She couldn't pick who she fell for, it was out of her control. She didn't want to love him, but she did. She had so many reasons why she loved him but there was one big reason why she shouldn't- he hated her.
Eddie was on the hate side of that line. She can't pin point where she pissed him off or what she did to make him hate her. It was like the second they met, he pushed her and she fell in love. She's an idiot and she knew that. It was obvious he didn't like her. The rude comments sent her way about all the little things she does. He teased her, tripped her, smacked her books in the hallway, but all her heart focused on was that he interacted with her.
Her dumb heart craved to be near him, even though her brain was screaming how horrible of an idea it was.
She already suffered with insecurities and somehow Eddie knew how to hit all the open wounds.
A part of her thought maybe he did like her, he just wasn't sure how to show it. He didn't seem like the type to be affectionate and sweet. Maybe this was the only way he knew how to show his emotions. Or maybe that was a shitty delusion she created to help her sleep at night.
~~~
Y/N heard from other students that there was going to be a partner project in English and she hated that she knew no one in that class, except Eddie.
She knew if she asked he'd shut her down and embarrass her in front of everyone watching so she planned to do this project alone. But turns out the teacher already assigned partners.
"Y/N and Eddie"
Y/N perked at the sound of their names, her eyes finding his body. He had an annoyed expression on his face. She felt her heart drop, he didn't want to be near her.
"Excuse me?" Eddie announced, throwing his hand in the air. The teacher rolled his eyes but allowed Eddie to speak.
"what If I can't stand my partner and rather fail the project than spend a second with her?" His words were cruel and mean. She hated the smirk on his face when looked over at her.
The whole class erupted in laughs, with a few pity looks sent her way. She couldn't tell which hurt worse, people laughing or people feeling bad for her. She shrunk down in her seat, Eddie once again embarrassed her for his own pleasure.
"Munson. Watch your mouth." The teacher talked over the class.
Against his will, Eddie accepted that she was his partner. Her head down as she walked over to his desk. Holding her breath as she took the seat next to him.
"I'm sorry you got partnered with me " she whispered, looking at his eyes as he glared at her.
"You should be." He snapped.
~~~
Being his partner was just as miserable as she thought. Every time she sat in that English class next to him, he shared every thought he had about her. He never had anything nice to say.
"Yellow is not your color." He said in disgust as she sat next to him, in her new yellow sundress. A dress that had her smiling all morning. Now the material against her thighs made her sick to her stomach.
Then the project moved to her house. Apparently, her room was not to his liking.
"Books? Fucking nerd. People with lives don't have time to read." He snickered
She just shrugged it off.
"you know you might be pretty if you actually tried." He mocked, looking through the book, his eyes never looking at her.
....might be pretty
If she changed, would he like her?
If she changed everything he hated, would he have anything left to say?
~~~
They've been working on the project for a few days. Every day she changed little by little. She threw the yellow dress in her trash. She packed away the books she barely read. Tore off every girly poster on her wall and removed all the things he pointed out on her desk. She styled her hair every day, and learned how to do make up that would show she "tried" every day.
And he never said anything
Just found new things to hate about her.
She was starting to wonder why he hadn't run out of anything yet. He somehow found something wrong about her every single day. Things she didn't think she would dislike about herself.
But he noticed everything about her, that means he liked her, right?
~~~
He didn't like her
It was apparent now
It was the final day in class to work on the project, and the whole hour was spent watching Eddie and a random girl flirt.
Her name was Brie, and Eddie seemed to really like her.
He was.....nice
His eyes were soft, never glaring at her.
He complimented her. On her hair, outfit, makeup, and personality.
Paying no attention to the project they need to work on. He was all focused on her and how perfect she was.
If Eddie ever liked her, he would treat her the same way he was treating Brie.
The line between love and hate was not as blurry as she thought.
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Watching Eddie flirt with Brie today was not how she wanted her day to go, and now she had to end her day with Eddie.
She sat silently on her bed as he made his way through the bedroom door. She wanted to finish the project and never spend another second near him again.
But Eddie looked around her room confused, and walked over to each corner.
"What?" She snapped, guessing he was taking in her room to find something else wrong with it.
"Where are all your books?" He found himself asking.
Y/N was annoyed by the question.
"None of your business, Can we work now?" Her attitude was noticeable in her tone.
Eddie swallowed and sat next to her, beginning to work on the project. Yanking the notebook paper too hard, ripping the piece in half.
He quickly crumpled it up and went to throw it in the trash, spotting the familiar yellow dress in it.
"Why did you throw this away?" He asked, taking the dress out, nothing else was in the trash so it was untouched.
She looked up, her eyes turning hard when she spotted the color. She hated that his eyes seemed guilty. He wasn't sorry.
"Who cares, it didn't look good on me so I don't need it. Look can we work or not? We already missed an hour because of your little date with Brie this afternoon." His constant interruptions were driving her crazy.
She watched Eddie drop the dress on her desk, a smirk growing on his face.
"Jealous of the pretty girl?" He mocked. His eyes switched back to that teasing look.
She rolled her eyes and put her focus on the project. But Eddie didn't appreciate the silence. Walking up to her as she sat on the bed.
"I asked you," he said, gripping her chin to look up at him, "Were you jealous of her?"
She wanted to smack the smug look off of his face.
She yanked her jaw out of his grip, slamming the book as she stood up. Chest to chest with him as she huffed.
"YES! I am fucking jealous. But not because she's pretty and she knows how to capture your attention. But because you were so nice to her. You didn't pick her apart until she was a tiny shell of a person! I just thought maybe you picked on me because you liked me, but I can see I thought wrong." She ranted out, catching her breath at the end as Eddie stared at her. He slowly blinked as he took in her words.
"I threw away the dress because all it did was remind me how much you fucking hated it. I got rid of the books because you made fun of my interests. You made me hate the remaining parts of myself that I actually liked." She continued, her eyes filling with water.
Eddie didn't know what to say, but the regret was clear in his eyes as he looked at her sadly. He figured he should start with an apology.
"Y/N...I am so sorry...I'm sorry." He whispered, reaching forward to wipe her tears but she stepped back. Protecting herself as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"Just go." She whispered back, keeping her focus on the floor.
"Please let me f-" He started but she caught him off.
"Eddie, I don't care what else you have to say. I am done talking to you. Please just go."
~~~
She dreaded going to school. Eddie left last night when she asked, and she's been terrified to see him again. She didn't bother to believe his apology, there was a good chance he didn't mean it.
She stayed up all night finishing the project, she did not want to work with him again.
She was walking to class, eyes on the floor as she always does. She grew more and more nervous as she made it closer to English. Preparing herself to see Eddie again.
Before she knew it, she felt her body being shoved to the ground. She didn't have time to catch herself and smacked her nose against the floor. She gasped at the horrible pain that shot through her nose, cradling it softly. She could feel her hands getting wet from blood. She looked up, expecting it to be Eddie, but it wasn't. It was someone who bullied people to an extreme amount, Jason.
She felt the tears flowing down her face. Crying from the pain in her nose and the embarrassment running through her body as everyone laughed and stared.
"HEY!" she heard Eddie's familiar scream. Her body froze as he raced towards her. Fear in his veins as she worried about what he would add to her suffering.
His eyes looked over her frame, glaring once he spotted the blood leaking through the cracks of her fingers. The familiar dangerous look in his eyes almost had her apologizing for nothing at all. But then he turned, right fist clenched as he knocked Jason straight to the floor.
The crowd gasped and moved closer. Silent for a small minute before another punch landed on Jason's face. Once the students caught a sight of blood coming out of Jason's nose, the crowd began to scream, encouraging the violence in front of them.
She didn't understand why Eddie was beating the hell out of Jason, and not joining him. She used the distraction to get up and race to the nurse. Running as fast as she could away from the crowd that was focused on the new fight at hand.
"DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH HER!"
The anger in Eddie's voice almost made her turn, almost made her feel protected, almost made her feel safe...but just almost.
~~~
She sat in the nurses office, the bleeding stopped but she held the tissue to her nose just in case. Minutes later a fuming Eddie wandered in, his bloody knuckles caused the nurse to gasp and race for an ice pack in the back freezer, down the hall.
She tried to avoid looking at him. Praying if she didn't move a single muscle, he wouldn't see her.
"Are you okay?" The softness in his voice was something she never experienced. She made herself look at him, trying to see if that truly came out of his mouth.
She sat quietly, she still didn't want to talk to him.
"I'm sorry he did that to you." He said, the softness still lingering.
"mad because you couldn't do it first?" Okay, maybe she did want to talk to him. She wanted to snap at him, yell at him, make his life hell the way he did to her.
Eddie flinched at the blow. Her words stung worse than the cuts on his knuckles.
"Mad that I ever did it in the first place. You never deserved any of that." He admitted. He was ashamed of himself. " I grew up with bullies and I became one. And the worst part is I bullied the most beautiful girl on the planet that has a fucking heart of gold. I adored how fragile you were and I destroyed you with my bare hands. And the reason is so stupid and selfish." He ranted out. Wayne would be so disappointed in what Eddie has become.
She felt like screaming at herself, hating the way her heart skipped a beat when he called her beautiful.
"what was the reason?" She asked, her voice quiet as she took in his apologetic gaze.
"I used to like this girl and I thought she liked me too. We dated for months and it turned out to be a prank with her friends. I was so hurt and angry at myself for being so stupid. I promised myself to never waste time on liking a girl in high school ever again. Then you and your bubbly personality walked in and I was scared. I liked you instantly and I needed myself to hate you. I was selfish. I tore you apart just to make it easier for me. It's not something I ever think deserves forgiveness. I know it's so fucked up to take out on you. You were just an innocent girl and I hate what I did to you."
She took in his words. The emotion in his eyes told her he meant all of it. But at the same time, he was right. She didn't deserve a single thing he did to her. She never once hurt him or put him in a position where he needed to protect himself.
"You never even gave me a chance, Eddie. Why couldn't you just ignore me? Seems like us never talking would have been better for both of us." She wished more than anything she never gave him her time. Let his opinions change the way she felt about herself.
"I wanted to, but in some twisted and toxic way, it made me feel special? I could treat you so poorly and you'd still come running up to me. And I know that is such an asshole thing to say. I wish I could take it all back. Treat you the way you always should have been treated. Given you a chance to show me you wouldn't hurt me. But I caused all of this damage and I know it's something I'll never fix. I'm sorry for everything." He apologized
" I appreciate the apology, but I don't forgive you for shit. You are an asshole, incredibly selfish, treated me like shit all because you were scared of a little crush? You're pathetic." Eddie winced at her words. "But, it shows you are flawed and human. Right now, I really don't want to be near you. Maybe in time I'll find it in me to forgive you, just not today."
He respected her honesty above anything.
"I understand. Thank you for letting me explain." He said with a small smile, turning around to walk out into the hallway.
Before he made it out of the doorway she spoke up, "why did you stop him?"
"No one gets to bully my girl but me." He said, a smirk on his face, throwing her a wink before he disappeared out the door.
God she hated him.
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I could not figure out a real "happy" ending but to me, I like this ending so I'm sorry if you read this whole thing and was very disappointed in the ending :(
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rodrick x hyperfeminine reader hcs 2
wc: 1.7k
genre: mutual pining, minor angst
pairing: rodrick x hyperfeminine!reader
warnings: houseparty, madison and heather aren't very good friends, one brief mention of alcohol/underage drinking but no one is obviously drunk, Brent keeps flirting with you and can't take a hint but it's annoying and inconvenient at most, minor miscommunication, sad roddy at the end
summary: after getting all dolled up for your party (which is really just an excuse to see rodrick and his band play) you spend the whole night not getting to do the one thing you want to do - see Rodrick.
song rec: teenage dirtbag - wheatus, and I imagine them playing put your money on me - the struts, basket case - green day, and of course, diper overlode - loded diper at the party
a/n: the long awaited part 2 is here!! and yes there will be a part 3 that takes place at prom lol
tags at the bottom (tagging all the people who asked for part 2 as well lol)
You’ve spent all week planning your party
Now it’s finally friday after school, and Heather and Madison are at your place, taking on the monumental task of deciding what you’re going to wear
You decide on the new pair of heels you got as your inspiration piece
They’re baby pink and strappy, with a butterfly shape made of little diamonds on the front
You’ve been absolutely obsessed with them, and the party seems like the perfect opportunity to break them in
You dig around in your closet, pulling a few of your other pink dresses
It’s not much of a contest when you see them laid out, and you choose the light pink satin one to go with your shoes
You listen to Heather and Madison gossip while you dig through your jewelry and nail polish, finding some coordinating accessories and your next mani pedi color
“Which earrings?” You ask them, holding up two pairs.
“That one.” They say in unison, pointing to the one on your left
You were leaning toward that pair anyway, so you’re glad they agree
After finalizing some details and going over what they’re going to wear, all your party outfits are planned
Heather and Madison leave to get dressed, promising to be back within the hour so you can all help each other with hair and makeup
You’ve practically become their personal beauty guru since you became friends
You always know just what to do to make their makeup look flawless and their hair cooperate when it’s being stubborn
You’re a big ball of nerves while you get the last details set up
Snacks are laid out, drinks are set up
Now all you need is the people
And more importantly
The band
As people show up, Heather drags you around to socialize
You swear, she must make you say hi to every single person there
If you were a little more cynical, you might pick up on the fact that Heather is trying to keep you away from Rodrick
Rodrick, who you’ve been thinking about non stop since you first saw him
You spend the whole time looking around for him and his band
You think you see him across the room once, but it’s a girl with a dark brown pixie cut
It’s hard to tell in this lighting, and you’re glad you caught it before you made a really awkward mistake
You’re sure it would have been a funny anecdote that lead to you being friends after
On your way back, you get stopped by Brad
He insists on pulling you aside to talk, which Heather and Madison encourage
But right now all you want is to find Rodrick
And all Rodrick wants is to find you
They’re almost warmed up and ready for their set
And GOD he’s never been more excited for a gig
He’s so ready to go all out
To impress you
And to avoid all Justin Bieber songs to prevent another Heather’s sweet 16 incident
He fidgets with his drumsticks and looks around again
He still doesn’t see you
Which sucks, because he’s been thinking about this exact moment non stop since loded diper got this dream of a gig
He’s been making the boys practice way more than normal
Much to his parent’s dismay (even though they’re starting to sound pretty good)
To avoid another Heather Hills sweet 16 situation
But more importantly, to impress you
When Rodrick fell asleep every night this week, he had a variation of the same dream
Playing at this party, rocking the house so hard people talk about it for years afterwards, and getting to see you
You’re so beautiful, standing dead center at the front of the crowd, looking up at him the whole time
They barely finish their set when you weave your way through the band, and walk right up to him
His heart is pounding as you start praising him, telling him how good he was, how you want to be his little rockstar’s girlfriend
He usually gets so excited he wakes himself up after that
And now
It’s finally happening
His literal dreams are coming true
His band got a great gig
And he gets to play for you
This is probably the biggest opportunity since battle of the bands
The guys know how much he’s been looking forward to this
It’s all he’s been talking about
He really thinks that if everything goes perfect, he might be able to shoot his shot with you
He just has to focus
Focus on playing a perfect gig, focus on figuring out how to woo you
Once they’re all warmed up and hyped up, they start their set
You can hear the band starting to tune up from the other room, and try for what feels like the millionth time to slip away from Brent
You’ve had to turn him down more times than you can count, and he still can’t take a goddamn hint
“I really have to go check on my friends…” you trail off, finally slipping into the crowd
You manage to find Madison, who signals to Heather, and soon all three of you are hiding in the bathroom
You catch your breath for a little while, touching up your makeup while Heather checks herself out and fluffs her hair
Madison sits nearby, texting someone
After a little while, you sigh, figuring you should all get back
Heather and Madison share a look while you straighten out your necklace
Heather walks to the door with Madison right behind her
She pokes her head out of the door, then closes it quickly
“Brent is right down the hall,” she says, turning back to you as Madison nods, “we should wait in here a little longer
It feels like you wait in the bathroom forever while Heather occasionally sending Madison out to check
After a little while you hear faint music
Your stomach drops
You can’t miss the band, the whole point of throwing this party was getting to see Rodrick and loded diper play
“Did they start already?” you ask, walking toward the door
Heather grabs your arm before you can open it, telling you Brent is still right outside, and sends Madison to go check if the band started yet
Madison comes back a minute later
“They’re still warming up,” she says, sharing a look with Heather
A little while later, the music gets louder and you don’t want to risk missing their show
You leave the bathroom before Heather and Madison can stop you
You’re met with loud rock music reverberating through the house
Definitely not just warming up
You try to get to the other room where they’re playing so you don’t miss the rest of their set
Before you get very far, Brent catches your eye and cuts through the crowd
He follows you around and keeps trying to pull you aside to flirt and talk and get you to go out with him
You manage to get to the doorway of the room they’re playing when he pins you against the wall
He’s going on and on about how you’d be perfect together, you’d be lucky to get with him, everyone at school wants him
But all you can think about is how great the band sounds
They’re like a perfect blend of all the best pop punk and rock groups you’ve ever heard
Right off the bat, you pick out influences from green day, my chemical romance, and metallica
You’re really fucking impressed
You didn’t expect them to be this good, and you didn’t have low expectations to begin with
You just wish you could get away from Brent to really get to see the rest of their set before it’s over
When the song ends, you hear Rodricks voice and stretch up to try and see him as he leans into the mic
“Thank you, we are Loded Diper! Fuck authority!” he looks over at Chris, then leans back into the mic “And the patriarchy!”
Your stomach sinks as you realize you missed most of their show, but you still cheer louder than anyone else in the room
Rodrick lets out a little puff of air when Chris taps his shoulder, getting his attention
“Uh, listen man…” Chris starts, but Rodrick doesn’t hear what he says after that
He looks over to where Chris is gesturing, and his heart sinks
Brent has you pinned against the wall across the room, and you two are looking awfully cozy together
“Shit…” Rodrick says
Once again, he looks like an idiot for thinking he has a chance with you
“C’mon, let’s get out of here,” Ben says, signaling to Ward to help them bring their stuff back out to the van
They wrap it up and leave quickly, and Ward, Ben, and Chris try to figure out how to help their heartbroken drummer
You spend the rest of the party looking for Rodrick
You hope he stuck around, you really want to tell him how great he was
When the alcohol runs out and the party’s over, Madison and Heather sleep over, helping you clean up
Technically Heather makes Madison help you clean up
All they can talk about is prom coming up, but your mind is still on Rodrick
And how you didn’t get to see him
You wish you could have told him how amazing he was
Even if he’s not into you like you’re really, really into him
You just want him to know that you could listen to his music all day and never get tired of it
“...coordinating dates, and-” Heather says, turning to you suddenly, “you’re going to help us pick out dresses, right?”
You nod, flashing her a smile and hoping to disguise your disappointment at how the night went
“Yeah,” you answer as she goes on about finding you all dates
But you know that if you can’t go to prom with Rodrick, you won’t want to go at all
You just hope by some miracle you’ll get to dance with him, at least once
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would you like to find out pt. 2 (diabolik lovers modern college au)
pairing: ayato sakamaki x yui komori (feat. kanato and laito)
summary: everything started with a reckless, "I wanna know how it feels like to date."
themes: mostly humor with mentions of nsfw
note: part 1 here
Ayato absentmindedly playing and picking on his food was a rare sight, and it irritated Kanato as it ruins his appetite first thing in the morning. He had been doing it since the whole blonde-dream-girl-he-met-at-a-party-run-off-from-him-the-next-day-after-they-had-sex fiasco. Of course, he endured his brothers teasing him to no end, saying how he got dumped for the first time after a one-night stand (because it was rare; like hello, Ayato Sakamaki, the IT boy of Ryoutei University, the infamous college basketball champion.) It wasn't until the jokes don't sound funny anymore and Ayato wasn't eating takoyaki that Kanato and Laito believed this girl must be some serious shit.
And Kanato, being the prick he is, decided to stab his bacon and eggs so loudly in the morning, uncaring if Laito was staring between his older brothers awkwardly. While the concern was there, Kanato can't help but get irritated at Ayato's constant wistful and hopeless romantic longing.
Ugh. Love and all the neuro-shit.
"U-Umm..." Laito started, feeling Kanato's patience slip away, "Ayato-kun, aren't you going to eat-"
"Let him starve himself over some girl who dumped him," Kanato cut in, the stabbing motions not ceasing anytime soon. How dare he anger him? If that's what he wants, then that's what he'll get.
But Ayato was stubborn. Laito gulped nervously at that.
Oh, no.
Kanato slammed his fists on the table. "Okay, what do you want? Just say anything because I am getting sick and tired of your endless moping."
Ayato sighed again, stopping from his usual ministrations. "You can't help me. You don't know her."
Kanato huffed. "Bullshit. We already saw her leave the day after, remember."
"But you don't know where to find her," Ayato countered to which Laito found himself agreeing with.
To be fair, they don't know anything about this mysterious Yui Komori girl. But if they were to have first impression guesses, the girl seemed the honest yet clueless type. She also has the good girl type, the obedient one who always follows her parents' bidding because she is good like that.
However, the girl attended the party in their house and spent that one night with Ayato. That new information doesn't match their impression. Nonetheless, this Yui Komori can quite be a breath of fresh air. After all, this would be the first time Ayato flirted with a girl from the university since all his exes came from different schools.
"So this Bitch-chan has the curiosity of a cat, after all," Laito mused teasingly. "Not a goody two shoes, I see."
"I've asked random people from my course if they know someone called Yui Komori, but they don't seem to recognize one," Ayato said bitterly.
"Hmm... Ayato-kun, what if she's not really studying in Ryoutei University?"
"Nah, that's impossible." The redhead frowned. There's no way Yui would lie to him about studying in Ryoutei. Besides, the only ones invited to their party were people from the university.
"Well, I guess we could just help you look for this Yui Komori," Laito offered with a beaming smile because if this is what it takes for Ayato to stop his endless sighing over hopeless longings, then so be it. Then he turned to Kanato, giving him the "help me out here or else I'll do something despicable to your belongings" look.
Kanato only sighed in exasperation.
What a drag.
It took four days before Laito informed Ayato something about Yui Komori. It happened one day while he was seeing this one random girl he hooked up with from the Philosophy Department. After their intense sex, she mentioned something along the lines of: "I know that girl. She never skips all the classes. But Laito-kun, she's a bit boring, though? Are you sure you're looking for the right girl?"
And another fun fact: Laito had the same class with the Komori girl at 3pm every Tuesdays.
So Ayato became Laito's substitute, sitting in an unfamiliar class with brand new faces. He looked around for any sign of pale blonde hair and flower hairpins and pink until he spotted her. She was careless and lively, giggling at something her classmates said. Afterwards, the class started, the professor making his usual roll call.
"Sakamaki Laito?"
Ayato raised his hand. "Here."
The professor didn't care, but some of the students whispered, "Eh? But that's not Laito, though. It's the Ayato one."
At the mention of his name, Yui whipped her head back and saw Ayato, sitting five rows away from her. She immediately turned away and tried to shrink from his presence.
What's he doing here?
Once classes ended, Yui quickly got out of her seat and rushed towards the door, letting the crowd of students from the hallway take her until Ayato couldn't see her anymore. Ayato sighed in defeat. It was a one-time chance, and yet he failed.
"So what now?" Laito asked, munching on his salted caramel popcorn as he watched this new movie he rented with Kanato at their living room. "You'll have to wait for Tuesday to see her again."
"I don't have time for that," Ayato countered. "My practice schedule has been moved to Tuesday next week."
Kanato buried his face into Teddy's head, hugging the stuffed bear closer. "We could ask Reiji to give us a copy of her schedule. He's doing an assistant teacher job until next month," he suggested, then he remembered, "Nah. It's a bad idea. As if Reiji would let us know someone's class schedule. He abides by the rule."
"Looks like there goes your hopes and dreams, Ayato-kun," Laito remarked in despair.
Or so they thought.
Why? Because Kanato passed by Yui Komori in the hallway on Thursday. What's more? Her class is held at room 403 from 1pm to 5pm.
He knew because he skipped one of his minor classes and see where this blonde girl will move. He even approached one of her classmates and pretended he was quite interested, making some nonsensical flirtatous remarks on her because the girl looked so easy.
"O-O-Oh that?" the poor girl tucked her hair behind her ear and shyly handed out her class schedule. "Y-You can check it; I don't mind. As long as we see each other after this."
As if Kanato will let that happen.
Ayato was chugging on one of his water bottles in the kitchen when Kanato approached him and said, "I saw your dream girl today."
The redhead stopped at that, turning all his focus on the middle triplet. "Where?"
Suddenly, Kanato whipped out his phone and typed something. Afterwards, Ayato's phone beeped and when he opened it, he received a picture of a class schedule.
"I met a girl who goes to all same classes with that Yui Komori," Kanato informed. "Make sure to use it wisely or else." Because I am so tired of you being so lovesick as hell.
"O-Oh," Ayato was glad. Finally, he could see her again. "Thanks, Kanato."
"Just buy me two pints of ice cream."
"Sure."
"I want the new biscoff one and the chocolate chip cookie."
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever."
Yui was bored. Apparently their professor for their 4-hour class this Friday afternoon was absent due to sudden cold. She sighed in her seat, contemplating where she could go since her next class would be for 6 pm onwards.
"U-Umm... Komori-san!" a female classmate called.
"Y-Yes?"
"Y-Your boyfriend's calling out for you."
"Eh? Boyfriend?"
Then she saw some of her classmates whispering to each other, glancing briefly at her before going back to their own businesses. Yui decided she should find ot who this mystery boyfriend, although there's only one person that comes to mind.
I hope he's not who I'm thinking.
"Yo, Chichinashi," Ayato greeted, the familiar smirk flashing on him. "It's been a while."
Yui blushed at the familiar nickname, the whispers behind her getting louder.
This was the start of a roller coaster story.
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❝I watched you change.❞ ❝I could be mean. I could be angry. You know I could be just like you.❞
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Pairing: Dallas Winston x Fem! Reader
Summary:After Dallas criticizing the reader's ways after thinking she was flirting with a Two-Bit, she decided to change.
Trope: Enemies to lovers
Warnings: Cursing, Smoking, Dallas being a cute idiot. <3
Songs: Change - Deftones, Just like you - Three Days Grace
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You walked into the Curtis house, in a really good mood.
"Good morning! What's up?" you said with a bright smile as you shut the door behind you.
Everyone greeted you- well, some more bitter than others.
"Can you just shut up for once? And what the hell are you wearing? That band sucks." He said pointing to your cropped band t-shirt and your ripped baggy jeans in disgust before taking a puff of his cigarette.
"Oh. Sorry, I just woke up in a good mood I guess. Felt like wearing it. And you listen to the same band, Dally." You said, your attitude going from happy to sad real quick.
You were very sensitive and was very sweet to everyone. You didn't understand why he was being so mean to you.
"Dally, what is your problem? She's being nice to you and you're being a major dick." Johnny said.
Johnny never talked to his idol like that.
"She's being annoying, alright? So why don't you just shut up Johnny."
"Alright. I'll see you guys tomorrow. Bye Johnny." You walked out the house and didn't come back for the rest of the day.
"Fine then. Little bitch." He muttered under his breath as he watched you leave, covering up his regret.
"What's up with you, man? Why'd you talk to her like that?" Two-Bit said to his buddy, looking away from his show of Mickey Mouse for the first time. But he couldn't help but listen to the conversation between his two friends.
"Wouldn't you like to know, lover boy. Don't worry about it-"
"No I'm gonna worry about it. Y/N ain't did nothin' wrong since she got here and you're treating her like crap. You need to apologize, Dal."
"Yeah. I ain't gotta do shit."
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It was the next day. And instead of wearing your favorite band, you just wore a regular plain blue T-shirt and sweatpants.
Dallas walked in the Curtis house to see you smoking with Johnny and Ponyboy, laughing at Pony's joke about some girl at school.
"Oh my lord! She does walk like that-" You cut yourself off at the sight of Dallas' figure walking through the door.
You blew a puff of smoke, looking away from him.
He sat on the couch, looking at you from a distance.
"Got something to say, Dal? Hm?" You sassed, rolling your eyes before looking at Johnny and Ponyboy.
"What's your problem?" He said, seeming he has forgotten everything from yesterday.
"Oh I'm sorry. I guess I'm still being annoying since you still managed to notice me sitting right here." You said with sarcasm in your voice.
He looked at you, realizing.
"Since when did you smoke?" He said, grabbing the cigarette from your mouth.
"Since I was being annoying. I just thought I'd act just like you. Because you seem to love yourself a lot. You just can't get enough of yourself. You are a selfish person who I thought was my friend. I hate you, Dally." You got up, slamming the door behind you.
He stayed there for a minute, a pain in his chest soon spreading to his brain and the rest of his body.
"Dally, Go." Johnny said, pointing to the direction your went.
He though for a minute, walking out the door to see you on the porch.
"Hey, Doll." He sat down beside you on the steps.
"What do you want."
"Okay don't start your moody shit right now. If you're gonna start that, go flirt with Two-Bit some more." He said, looking at you with anger, also a hint of sadness.
"What?! Dal, you can't be serious right now. I don't think of Two like that and you know it."
"Oh yeah? Then why were you talkin' to him all cutesy at the drive in yesterday morning? Huh?"
"Well if you have to know, he was helping me get a gift for you. I was gonna tell you something but you started being a jerk. So I left." You said, handing him a customized lighter.
He held it in his hands, staring at the designs of the flowers and the skulls.
"Doll, I'm so sorry."
Dallas Winston felt terrible. He got it all wrong and made you feel bad for absolutely nothing.
"It's alright. I just hope we're at least friends again." You said with hope lacing your voice as you looked at him.
"Actually, I was hoping for something different.."
"Look, Dal. I didn't mean to be annoying yesterday. I was in a good mo-"
"Doll, it's fine. You're not annoying. I'm just a major asshole. Forgive me?" He smiled, grabbing your hand gently.
You nodded, squeezing his hand slightly, leaning up to kiss his cheek.
He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug.
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Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ Adam Copeland Masterlist
Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.
Warnings: Some swearing. F/Reader gets hurt, but not very detailed.
Gifs & photos do not belong to me.
WC: 870
'I'm gonna fucking kill Jay.'
Is the only thought racing around my head as I ran down the hospital hallway, towards my wife's room. I looked at each number on the door until I finally got to room 12.
I took a few deep breaths, bracing myself for what I was going to see. I opened the door, and the nurse and my wife looked at me. My heart broke at what I saw.
She had a bandage wrapped around her head, a black eye, a few scratches, and her arm was in a sling.
"Adam." She said my name, her eyes on me, as I looked her up and down.
"Babygirl." Was all I could say, as a lump formed in my throat. The nurse left us alone as I sat down in the chair next to her hospital bed.
"What happened?" I knew it involved Shayna.
Tears started to fall from her eyes, which broke my heart.
"Jay did this. I know he is behind this. He has Shayna wrapped around his finger."
When I heard her mention Jay, a red-hot anger went through my whole body.
Jay and I were best friends growing up, which made me and his sister grow up together as well.
I only saw her as this annoying kid until she came home from summer camp when we were in high school, and it was like she blossomed into a beautiful young woman.
I hated that she started to date, and at first, I thought I was just looking out for her, my best friends sister.
Then Jay and I graduated, and I stayed away from her.
Then, one day, she came to visit Jay at work, and I couldn't help myself. She was single, I was single, and I asked her out.
She said yes with no hesitation, and we haven't looked back. We got married and had three beautiful boys together. We thought Jay would have been happy for us.
The complete opposite, actually. He instantly became angry at us, and I became his number 1 enemy.
Jay couldn't handle his sister and I together, even though we have been together for over a decade now.
Even though Jay and I do not talk, he still talks to his sister. When he comes over to visit, I am not home. Holidays are not spent together. But every since I started at AEW, it seems his hatred has grown even more for me, which I didn't think was possible.
With me around AEW, she was around more. I could see her, Jay, and Shayna talking.
But after a bit, she would come back to me, angry. I kept asking her what had happened, but she always said that it didn't matter until the other day.
She slammed the locker room door behind her, shocking me as she didn't like doors slamming.
"Hey, hey, hey, baby girl. What happened?" I patted my legs, and she sat down in my lap, wrapped her arms, my neck, and my arms around her waist.
"Just Jay. He keeps saying that you are flirting with the female wrestlers. Saying that he had caught you with one of the backstage hands, her giving you a blow job."
I started to tell her he is lying. Of course he is. Why would I cheat on her?
"I know, Adam. I know you would never do that to me, but I think it is time to cut him off. I can't handle him badmouthing you anymore."
She decided that yesterday and went to talk to Jay today. I was at home, relaxing on my day off. The boys were all with friends. I was just about to put on my favourite movie when I got the call from David Harwood. He told me what happened.
"Adam, it was crazy. One second, she was talking to Jay. The next second, there was a scream, and Shayna was on top of her." I zoned him out until he told me what hospital she was at, and raced over here.
"I'm going to kill Jay and Shayna." I spit out their names, standing up from the chair and started to pace back and forth.
"Adam, don't do something stupid." She softly said. I stopped pacing and looked at her.
"Your own brother had someone attack you. He has taken it too damn far."
"Adam, sit down, please." I fought with myself, wanting to leave this room and beat the shit out of my brother-in-law.
"I am not asking. You know he will fight dirty. Sit down and calm down. I am fine. I will heal."
"But baby girl," She interrupted me.
"I will heal Adam. Nothing he does will ever get through us."
"We am pressing charges, though. Shayna and Jay."
"I agree. Maybe this will get him to back off."
"And he is not allowed on our property." I firmly said.
"I agree. He is out of my life. From this moment on, I have no brother."
Tag list: @lghockey @nicoleveno14 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @hooks-martin @wwenhlimagines @melissahausen @faerieofthenightcourt @tahiri-veyla
I could have breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, he will be out of private lives. I can figure out work, but for now, no more Jay in our home.
Part 2
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Camera Roll Challenge: Dating Jean Kirschtein
I dunno what it is about Jean but this man reads hopeless romantic to me. Maybe the whole being an artist thing. Especially when he's older. Breakfast in bed just cause you deserve it. Probably did the thing where he wrote letters to his future self to open at certain life milestones. Some of them are to his future significant other. When they get engaged. When they get married. When they've been together 5, 10, 15, etc years.
It's something he keeps up with as he gets older too. So they aren't always just from his super younger self. Maybe he wrote one to his future partner in high school then after going through lots of growth and experiences he decides to write another one to that same person. It'd be really interesting to read how much he changed in-between those years. I think he'd also make ones for partners that are like, what I was thinking in the moments before our first kiss. when I knew I'd fallen in love with you. other ways I thought of proposing. (Man, I'm so smitten for this man, I can't believe out of everyone I'm writing the most in depth for him. lol)
I don't know if he ever reaches the smooth or suave level when flirting or asking folks out --tho he thinks he has lol. He's so corny but it's really sweet and cute. Probably continues to use ridiculous pickup lines on people as a way to break the ice.
He can dance-thanks to Connie! He's a got pretty good rhythm and is a quick learner when someone takes the time with him. So thanks to his bestie Jean can salsa, batchata and merengue. He's always up for going out dancing and would take the time to teach his partner. Along with that, he's also the type of person that feels a big urge to wine and dine his partner and take them out on regular dates no matter how long they've been together.
Also the dancing wouldn't just be when yall are out on the town. Saturday morning cleaning days often lead to some kind of dancing and sometimes dance-off shenanigans. Depending on the music selection.
Like Bertholdt, I can really picture Jean being into theatre. Though, unlike Bertie, he very much thrives being the center of attention on stage. Related to the hopeless romantic thing, I can see him memorizing monologs, sonnets and poetry to recite to his partner.
Also, while there is that one OVA of him being a lil shit to his mom, I feel like once he gets over that teen "too cool for my mom" era he's a great son. His mom is so accepting of you and the first time you come for dinner she's totally the stereotypical mom who breaks out baby photos of her Jeanbo! I feel like she'd be such a great mother-in-law and is just so thrilled that Jean found someone to give his heart to.
A few photo thoughts below the cut :)
Top middle: Random morning with him bringing you breakfast in bed. And then also cleaning up the dishes afterward! Definitive husband material right here. (not that the bar should be that low but it's a green check) And you can't help but wanna catch a photo of those pretty legs of his as he's heading out.
Middle left: Okay I can't make a Jean post without bringing up horses. lol I feel like he grew up in the burbs and never really interacted much with them. But being besties with Sasha he ends up tagging along with her and Connie when she starts learning to ride from friends at the Ren Faire she works at in high school. Also, can you imagine how dreamy this man would look dressed up as a knight? Then waxing on poetically about how much he's in love with you? Corny as hell but my heart would definitely be doin flips.
Middle center: Why did he take a picture of himself pretending to sleep and send it to you?? Who knows with this boy. But at least he's cute. And he does seem real snuggleable.
Middle left: Booooooooooooooooy. I don't know bout yall but this photo got me feelin some type of way. Not just the tongue but the beanie and the earring too. 😮💨 Just feels like our boy's whole vibe in a nutshell.
#jean kirschtein x black reader#jean x black reader#jean kirschtein#jean kirschtein x reader#jean x reader#jean smau#jean kirschtein smau#aot x black reader#aot x reader#aot smau#nat writes#i dunno why this is so mushy!#i did not plan to write any of these things but they just came to me#sweet soft man
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BTS as Cliched School Tropes || (Hyung Line)
High school's over and now, the real world is at their fingertips. Let's see how the boys fair at University!
Maknae line here <3
1.) Jin: The Preppy Rich Kid
incredibly rich
incredibly dumb Not that invested in his education
Is actually pretty sweet once you get to know him (even if he is an incorrigible flirt)
throws a lot of parties bc his parents are always busy/out of town
gets overcharged for weed all the time
actually really lonely
You look over at him, the moonlight seeping in through his sheer curtains shining on his face- it makes him look almost angelic. "Can I tell you something?" He asks, speech slurring slightly. You can hear the loud music and occasional cheering coming from downstairs, but he's completely unfazed. "Sure..." You're not quite sure why, but your stomach is whirring around, and your heart is beating rapidly in your chest. "You're the most amazing girl I've ever met." You blink slowly, unsure if you heard what you think you did, "What?" "You heard me," He says, finally turning to look at you. You blush and look down at your hands, unsure of what to say. "You don't belong here, you know." You scrunch your brows in confusion, "What does that mean?" "You've got an entire future to make for yourself- dreams to achieve. All of those people downstairs...me...this is all we're ever gonna be." Your heart breaks at his words, "Jin, that's not true. You've got-" He cuts you off mid-sentence, "Y/n... can you just hold me for a bit?" You're caught by surprise by his request, but you immediately sit up, wordlessly inviting him into you and within seconds, he's moving closer and leaning his entire body onto yours. His hair gently tickles your nose but you don't dare adjust yourself. In this moment, he's not the obnoxious skirt chaser that you see around on campus all the time- no, in this moment, he's small- almost childlike- and he's yours...if only for the moment.
2.) Suga: Stoner/Bad Boy
Rarely smiles in public
Reserved
Is pretty intimidating and unapproachable at first glance
Actually pretty loyal and loving
Overcharges Jin for weed (and other "party favors")
has a pretty tough home life
You've seen him here in that same spot every single day; leaned up against a car, joint tucked behind his ear, sun glasses over his eyes, a bored yet vigilant expression on his face. You've never been one to mind someone else' business but you are, admittedly, very intrigued by him. Something about the way he watches people go by, the way he taps the ash off of his cigarettes- even the way he lowers his glasses to meet people's eyes. He's kind of...beautiful. You're snapped out of your thoughts by him waving his hand at you slightly, to which you respond by immediately lowering your gaze back to the open textbook in your lap. "Oh God," You mutter, completely embarrassed. Caught staring- what a rookie. "Hey!" You hear him call out but it takes you a moment to force yourself to look back up. When you do, he has a smirk on his face, almost as though he delights in flustering you. You turn side to side, making absolutely certain he's talking to you. Me? You mouth, pointing at yourself. He nods, and for the first time, you see him smile. You almost don't even know what to do when he starts making his way over to you. Your instinct is to scramble to shove everything in your bag, but you freeze like a deer in headlights. "Hey," He says. "Hi." "You spying on me?" He asks, though you can't tell if he's asking seriously or not. You furrow your brows, "No?" You motion to the book in your lap and show him the high lighter in your hand. "You sure? Because I'm pretty sure I've seen you here like, every day for the past two weeks." "Well, it is a public park, you know?" You can't help but catch a tiny bit of an attitude, seeing as how he's inferring that you only come to the park to see him. He chuckles, "True...," He crouches down to meet your eye level this time, "what's you name?" "Y/n..." "Y/n," He repeats, as though he's savoring each letter, "I like it. Beautiful name for a beautiful girl." He says it so simply, like flirting is nothing for him, meanwhile you already feel your cheeks heating up and your heart beating just a bit faster. "Wh-what's yours?" You ask, clearing your throat as you try to sound nonchalant. "Well, most people call me Suga but you...you can call me Yoongi." "Yoongi." This time, it's your turn to taste. "Y/n, what would you say if i asked you for your number?" You can't help the small smile that forms on your face, not having expected such a bold request. "I...don't know. Why don't you try it and we'll see what happens." He laughs, "Okay, fine...Y/n, may I please have your number?" "Hm...I suppose I could." "Oh, you 'suppose', do you?" He laughs, reaching into his back pocket to get out his phone, handing it over to you, "Here. Type it in." You comply, saving your number under your name followed by an emoji of an open book, "There." "Perfect," He says, a smug smile on his face, "Maybe I'll shoot you a text later and we can hang out some time." You nod, "Sounds good." As he's getting up, his sunglasses that he's hung on his collar fall off and land in the grass. "Oh, you're glasses," You say, picking them up and trying to hand them to him, "Keep 'em." "You sure?" "Positive. You'd look way more beautiful in them than I ever could," He says, flashing that same smile he'd shown minutes before. He turns around and walks back to his car, the engine roaring to life as he hops in. Within minutes of him pulling off, you hear a ding coming from your phone, revealing a text notification from an unknown number,
##: 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰, 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥.
3.) Jhope: Dorky Best Friend
Funniest guy you know
gets along with like, everyone
shameless flirt
loyal
golden retriever central
definitely in love with you (think Pretty in Pink)
"Hoseok, enough!" You say in between laughs, "We have to finish this lab." He sighs loudly, "Oh come on, let's just go get some coffee. Live on the wild side once in a while." You sternly shake your head, "Nope. We already 'lived on the wild side' last week when you wanted to get out of Statistics." He rolls his eyes, "Fine. Party pooper." A few minutes go by before he's gently tugging on your sleeve, "Y/nnnnnnnn..." He wines quietly. You look over at him to see he's fully puppy-dog-eyeing you. "Hoseok, how do you even pass your classes?" He shrugs, "My good looks and irresistible charm." You can't help the loud belly laugh that erupts out of you, "You're the literal worst." "Nah," He smiles smugly, "You love me." This time you're the one rolling your eyes, though admittedly, something in his smile makes you feel... "Do I?" You ask, ignoring the present butterflies in your stomach. "Of course you do. And guess what?" "What?" "I love you too," He says, completely unabashed, eyes fixed on you, lips pulled into a soft smile. Your cheeks get hot and you have to look away, "Just do the lab, you oaf." "Anything for you."
4.) Namjoon: Class President
full of himself
used to have a pretty strict no dating policy for himself. Dating is a distraction. See below
cannot get you off his mind
cocky as all hell
serious about his studies and becoming a politician
attention whore good at public speaking
"Ugh, can we just take a break," You whine, throwing yourself backwards onto his bed. He tries desperately to ignore the little sliver of exposed torso, looking up at the ceiling as he speaks, "No breaks. You hired me to tutor you, and tutor is what I'm going to do." "Hire you? You're doing it for community service credits." "Ok, doesn't mean I don't have to do a good job." You roll your eyes, "Just give up. I'm a lost cause," You pull a pillow over your face, seriously considering whether or not to end it all right then and there. "Oh, come on," He gets up from his desk chair and makes his way over to sit next to you, "It's not over. We just gotta find your angle, you know? A way for you to understand the material." "But we've been at this for a week already and I've yet to learn one thing," You say exasperatedly into the pillow. He allows himself to fall back next to you, eyes fixed on the ceiling still, though this time it's to get some thinking done, "How about this- let's try for one more hour. If we get some reading done for your chemistry class, we can go take a break somewhere else," He looks over at you, automatically fighting a laugh at how ridiculously childish you look. You say something, though it's muffled and hard to understand. "What?" Again, he strains to understand but it's no use. "Y/n, I can't understand you. Take the pillow off your damn face." "I said-" You throw the pillow off exasperatedly, though when you turn toward him, your breath catches in your throat; his face only inches from yours. Instantly, there's something there- something you both feel. A connection: thick and heavy. Wordlessly, you stare for what feels like minutes. This boy who had essentially been forced to tutor you, who had been #1 on your list of most-hated people...looks completely different in this light. Almost...completely human. "Y/n..." The lowness of his voice makes your stomach feel like it's doing flips. "Yeah..." You say breathlessly. "I think we should take a break now." Slowly, he leans in, eyes closing gently, before his lips finally touch yours; gently and slowly at first, but as the seconds go by, it becomes deeper and more intense. "Namjoon." "Mm?" "I think I understand the chemistry homework now."
That's all for the hyung line! Maknae line coming soon <3
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E D D I E M U N S O N x R E A D E R - smut one shots
one shots will be in alphabetical order by writer blog name, all of their works will be linked under their user.
these one shots all contain sexual scenes - viewer discretion is advised, please read all warnings on the links before proceeding. minors do not interact, 18+ only.
@chainsawmunson
dead lovers lane
summary: weirdos in love! you and eddie go exploring and, even though the setting is less than ideal, you can't keep your hands off each other.
the moon knows we're in love
summary: you and eddie were best friends until you weren't. years pass, but the ache of his absence never does. and then he's back in your life, like nothing ever changed.
@corrodedcorpses
i know you want to be a good boy
summary: eddie has been pissing you off all day and watching him flirt with another girl is what sends you over the edge. oh well, guess you’ll just have to remind him how to be a good boy.
@corrodedhawkins
bound
summary: eddie gets a taste of what it's like to be dominated.
@eratolasting
slasher
summary: the songbird slasher has been making his way throughout indiana and surrounding states, kidnapping victims and leaving songs next to their dead bodies.
@hellfirebabes
safe word
summary: after a long day at work you just want to relax but the night has something else in store for you.
scream for me
summary: an unknown caller leaves you scared and horny.
@indouloureux
crybaby
summary: your best-friend’s pretty. really fucking pretty. especially when he’s got his eyeliner smudged all over his eyes from crying too much, or when he’s got scratch marks over his inked skin, or when his begging moans make him hotter than hellfire
kiss of the knife
summary: in frenzied expeditions, eddie lets his anger snap and indulges in something... new.
@loveshotzz
perv!eddie and perv!reader part one // part two
summary: eddie loses his favourite shirt, reader loses her panties. where they end up leads to smutty encounters.
love bites
summary: eddie hooks you up with an eighth after showing up at his place strapped for cash.
@munsonquinns
camera shy part one // part two
summary: eddie’s a popular camboy, along with your best friend steve. one lucky introduction manages to turn your life upside down, arguably, for the better.
dirty little secret
summary: eddie’s used to being everyone’s dirty little secret; quick hookups spur rumors spread around school that have you more than curious and eddie has to admit, he’s just as curious about you.
double trouble
summary: growing up together was hard enough, it didn’t help that you were hopelessly trapped by both of them, wondering which one would win you over in the end—because honestly, why couldn’t you have both?
get your fix
summary: adventures in your shared obsessions of each other and your bodies—and eddie was insatiable when it came to you.
scream my name
summary: summer of 96’, fresh off the anniversary of the tragedy that took place on year ago—you and your friend are ready to enjoy your last few days of freedom and fun, but someone has other plans in mind and everyone is fair game.
@msgexymunson
red handed
summary: the polaroids had started out as just a joke, until you realised how much it turned you on taking them
rumour part one // part two
summary: you share with Eddie, your older neighbour, the rumours you've heard about him. They might not be all fictitious...
@mypoisonedvine
the pirate and the princess
summary: halloween is that special night where you can be anything you want to be... maybe more than the labels everyone else gives you. maybe even more than 'just friends'. (aka, reader has a reputation, eddie's still a virgin, filth ensues)
@nyxoz
life's no fun without a good scare
summary: ghostface / scream!eddie
@rosemaremembrance
goth girl!reader part one // part two
summary: goth reader blows eddie's mind.
@stranger-nightmare
good boy
summary: your first time pegging eddie, and you provide him with plenty of praise.
@xcatnapsx
kinktober day 16 - intercrural sex
summary: eddie wants to fuck readers thighs
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The first time I met him, he literally ran into me in the hall. I was carrying a stack of handouts, he was distracted. The papers went flying, scattering everywhere. I fell backwards, landing hard on my tailbone. It hurt, but more than that it was going to be a pain to clean up.
"You couldn't have watched where you were going?" I grumbled, looking up into eyes hidden by dark bangs. He must have had a face, but I can't describe it now.
—
Then he said, "sorry, I got lost in your beautiful eyes," and I called him a creepy weirdo and scrambled to my feet, grabbing as many pages as I could on my way.
—
"You couldn't have watched where you were going?" I grumbled, but a hand reached out to help me up, and he smiled. His eyes were hidden by his hair, but his smile seemed friendly enough.
"Sorry," he said, "I'm —." His name doesn't matter, it changed all the time. I can't remember the first one anymore.
"And I'm running late, so if you'll excuse me." I picked up the papers and continued on my way.
—
"You couldn't have watched where you were going?" I grumbled, but the guy immediately started apologizing and helping me pick up the papers he'd spilled. Nice of him, I thought.
"There you go," he said, handing me a stack.
"Thanks. You didn't have to do that, but thanks." My face felt hot.
He smiled. I couldn't see his eyes behind his bangs, but his smile was friendly. *What's your name?"
I told him my name in turn, and excused myself from the conversation before I was late to class. When I got there, less time had passed than I thought.
—
I saw him around occasionally after that, the boy whose eyes I couldn't see. He joined the art club with Akko and her friends, the cutest girls in school. Rumor had it he was going to confess to Akko at the end of the school year. Not like I cared. Akko could date whoever she wanted.
—
He joined the art club with Akko and her friends, the cutest girls in school. Rumor had it he was going to confess to the club president at the end of the school year. Not like I cared, I barely knew either of them.
—
He joined the art club with Akko and her friends, the cutest girls in school. Rumor had it he was going to confess to the foreign exchange student at the end of the school year.
"What about the club president?" I asked, but Akko blinked and said she didn't know what I was talking about. The lights flickered once.
—
He joined the culinary club, with Micchi and president Satomi and Iori and, well, me. He seemed to be more interested in Micchi than cooking, though— apparently they were childhood friends. And that was kind of a pain, I'll admit it, but only because when two out of five people are busy flirting instead of doing the stuff we're supposed to be doing we never finish in time. Otherwise it had nothing to do with me.
—
He joined the culinary club, with Micchi and president Satomi and Iori and me. He seemed to be more interested in president Satomi than cooking, though— I guess he liked the big-sister type. And that was more than kind of a pain, because president Satomi was the president and club leader and she was supposed to be teaching us how to cook and not making googly-eyes at some guy. I told him off for it a few times, but it just made president Satomi giggle and blush even more.
—
He joined the culinary club, but he seemed to be more interested in talking to all of us about everything but cooking— asking Iori what she liked to do after school, making plans to go to a cafe with Micchi on Saturday and then shopping with president Satomi on Sunday, distracting everyone to the point that we barely finished preparing the dough for our milk bread before we had to leave school for the day. And this was frustrating.
I told him off, but I think I just made him scared of me. He started ignoring me instead of trying to talk to me at all.
"We had such a nice club before that guy showed up," I complained to Akko on our way home one day. "Did he do this in the art club too?"
Akko giggled and said, "I don't remember seeing him at art club before, but it's funny to see you all worked up about a boy."
I felt my face get hot again. "It's not like that."
—
He joined the culinary club, and he was a model member— focused, quiet, scrupulously polite to all of us. Micchi and president Satomi tried to tease him a bit, but he didn't really engage much. He wasn't a great cook, sure, but none of us were when we first started. I helped him out a bit, reminding him when to do what. I could feel the other girls looking at me when I did.
"Thank you for your help today," he said after club ended. "Do you think you could give me some extra tutoring before the next meeting?"
I gaped. "You want to come to my house? When we barely know each other?! What kind of a playboy are you?!"
—
"Thank you for your help today," he said. "Let me get you a drink to repay you."
I frowned. "Isn't that a little much? I just did what any good club member would do for a newbie."
—
"Thank you for your help today," he said. "Please let me return the favor sometime."
"I'll hold you to it," I said, and meant it.
Then he left to go talk to his friend Tomoda from the basketball club, and I tried to put the conversation out of my mind for the time being.
"Oh my God," Micchi squealed, squeezing my arm, "he's totally into you! And you're totally into him! You guys should date, it'd be so super cute!"
"I hardly know him, how could I date him?" I pulled my arm out of her grasp.
In the back of my head, a memory flickered of Micchi holding on to him just like this, chattering about how excited she was to see him again after he transferred to our school and how glad she was he joined our club. That time, he let her. Today, he brushed her off, politely telling her he didn't want to make too much of a fuss.
"Maybe you should date him," I said. "Since you're childhood friends and all."
Micchi laughed. "You saw how he was today, didn't you? He's not interested in me at all. He's locked on to you now."
Something about her phrasing seemed strange to me, but I wasn't sure what.
He kept coming to culinary club meetings, and now that Micchi had pointed it out to me I was aware of his attention on me. But it didn't feel like a guy pursuing me. It felt more like he was trying to tame a scared wild animal by slowly gaining its trust.
"That's because you're hard to approach," Micchi explained. "So he's being careful."
It didn't feel like he liked me at all. I started watching him back, trying to figure out how I could make him do something drastic, show his hand. Show his eyes, which I had still never seen.
After a few weeks of this, I told him I'd like to cash in that favor.
"Um," he said.
The lights flickered.
—
I told him I'd like to cash in that favor.
"Are you sure?" he said. "Right now?"
We were leaving school after club, but it wasn't a special occasion by any means.
"Why not? You're not busy, are you?"
—
He scratched the back of his neck. "Micchi actually asked me to go to a cafe with her after club today..."
"I see." A spike of fear ran through me, but I wasn't sure why. Fear and... Disappointment? No, not that. "Never mind, then. Have fun with Micchi."
—
He scratched the back of his neck. "I'm actually getting extra tutoring today..."
"From a cute girl?" I couldn't resist asking, watching his blank face flush pink. "Never mind, then. Have fun with that."
—
"Sure, okay," he said. "Where do you want to go?"
"Go?" I repeated. "Awfully forward of you, though I guess that's par for the course for your kind."
He looked blanker than usual, then blushed, flustered. "I didn't mean to assume—"
—
"I'm not busy," he said, and faced me expectantly, as if waiting for my command.
I let him wait for a few seconds, then relented. "Let's go somewhere we won't be disturbed."
I took him to that strip of lawn by the river, just grass and running water and no pretty girls waiting for a chance to talk to the boy with hidden eyes. We sat down on the slope.
"So," I said, cutting to the chase. "What's your deal?"
The lights flickered, even though we were outside.
—
He was silent, frozen still, for what felt like forever.
"Um," he said, eventually, "what do you mean by that?"
"You know, the way you keep chasing every other girl in school, but no one seems to remember you doing it. Your eyes. The way every conversation with you feels like it's happened three times. What's your deal?"
"Um," he said again. "Um."
Something— not light, not darkness, but something I could feel on my skin and face and inside my body— flickered.
—
He scratched the back of his neck. "I actually do have somewhere to be today..."
"Reschedule that. I need to talk to you. It's important!" I grabbed his sleeve.
Of course, that attracted a crowd, gossip-hungry teenagers gathering like ants around a dropped jelly donut. I heard people whispering about confessions, and how did a frigid bitch like me ever fall for someone as plain as that guy? I felt like crying, or worse.
I looked up at him, but all I could see on his face was the shadow of his bangs, lips frowning slightly.
The lights flickered.
—
He kept coming to culinary club meetings, but I didn't see him there because I stayed home, bedridden with a horrible migraine for a week straight.
—
He joined the culinary club, and didn't talk to anyone at all, just chopping the carrots and onions in focused silence. I could hear Micchi and president Satomi whispering about him, but I wasn't paying attention to them.
"Why aren't you saying anything?" I tried. Nothing.
"What's your name? What class are you in? What year?" Nothing.
I looked at his attempts at julienning. Big and rough and uneven chunks of vegetable scattered across his cutting board. "You're not very good at this."
He shot me a look then, but still said nothing.
—
He wouldn't say a word, but he cut the vegetables perfectly.
"Wow, where did you learn that from?" Micchi cooed over my shoulder when we all gathered s around his station. "Definitely not when we were kids, that's for sure."
"That's not right," I said. "That's not right." No one seemed to hear me.
I shrugged Micchi off me and went to the door, but the moment I turned the handle the lights in the room flared, bright and buzzing loud inside and outside my head, before plunging the room into—
—
I'm carrying a stack of handouts through the hallway. He's running, distracted. I look up, see the shadowy forehead, and take a large step to one side. He trips over nothing, skidding to a stop a few feet past me, and looks around, confused. I turn away quickly and keep walking, my handouts secure in my arms.
My head pounds. My heart pounds. The lightbulbs overhead burst, showering me in shards of glass.
I sink to the floor.
He touches my shoulders and whispers low in my ear, "I can help you with that."
#long post#I wrote a short story and don't know where else to put it lol#dating sims#visual novels#otome games#short story#writing#my writing
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@pinksparkl tagged me in this, what, like a week ago? But I wasn't able to sit down to organize my thoughts because I've been busy with life lol
So here it goes! My 5 + 1 headcanons! 5 Redactedverse headcanons I hold and 1 I'm still working on!
(Sorry if these are supposed to be like, fics, because I don't really have many posted fics or wips right now lmao)
1. Will is basically our silly old grandpa vampire now, but he carefully cultivated that reputation after centuries of brutality. There's a reason the gentle-voiced, teasing, Bob Ross-loving vampire survived to become an old blood king, and it wasn't always through kindness. There's a reason he wants to be a good maker, and also, why he's reluctant to turn people (and no, it's not Alexis's fault for being a "hellion")
2. Lovely was in college when they met Vincent. They had moved to Dahlia for regular human school, and it was the first time they'd been away from home. They were trying to balance school and work and maintain their friendships from back home, but it wasn't going well. They were feeling pretty lonely and not adjusting to life in Dahlia well, and that's why they went to Wonderworld for the first time. They thought it would be a good story for their friends at home, or impress someone from their classes there. They felt like they had something to prove. (When their core was awoken and they switched to DAMN, they finally started making friends and fitting in in a way they never felt like they had among humans. They still had some human friends but DAMN was the first place they felt like they belonged.)
3. Not an original but a goodie I think, but I am ten thousand percent in camp "Angel and Guy are siblings." And honestly, I've come to accept "Angel" as being their actual name. Like, their real names from birth are Guy, and Angel. Their parents liked those oddly specific, literal names. Their boy child is a Guy, their sweet (as a baby) child is an Angel.
4. "Dear" (Lasko's listener) first really fell for him during the Inversion. They were stuck outside with everyone else, and though they didn't have anyone they were especially close to inside, they were still scared sick for their coworkers and students. They had always been passively aware of and attracted to Lasko, and normally they'd never risk the discomfort of flirting with or asking out a coworker, but after Inversion, they had so much respect and admiration for him for how he stood up and got people organized and inspired them and everyone else to rush in to take down shades and find survivors, they finally decided to be brave and ask him out, long after the dust finally settled.
5. Asher is actually incredible well-read and loves literature. Before becoming the goofy gamer loud mouth can't cook beta we all know and love, his mom being a writer meant he grew up surrounded by books all the time. He gained most of his emotional intelligence through reading, and if things ever got tense in the pack, he tended to retreat to a book, read the whole thing in one night, and come back rejuvenated and refreshed and ready to help resolve whatever issues people had the day before.
And for the one I'm still working on...
With all the discussion going around, it made me want to revamp my race/ethnicity headcanons. Full disclosure, I know I'm not the best at writing diversely, it's an issue I'm aware of and I am trying to work on. It requires a few drafts of my ocs to get past the same pale template I default to. So, in examining my hcs for the various speaker and listener characters, while I already had a few, I was looking for other characters I could spice up past the same template, and I am working on the idea of having a Philippino Guy (and by extension, Angel). I haven't done much to expand this idea or flesh it out with any greater detail, but it fits pretty well in my head so far!
#redacted asmr#redacted audio#redacted headcanons#five + 1 game#redacted william#redacted lasko#redacted asher#redacted lovely#redacted guy#redacted angel
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Vampire Kiss - Vampire Billy Hargrove X GN Reader
Title: Vampire Kiss
Vampire Billy Hargrove X GN Reader
Additional Characters: Other Hawkins high schoolers (Mentioned), teacher (Mentioned), and other vampires (Mentioned)
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WC: 2,164
Warnings: Vampires, drinking blood, blood, mention of death, mention of pain, mention of one-night-stands, mention of Satan/Hell, Reader's gender never mentioned, brief mention of smoking, brief mention of drinking, and slight suggestiveness
You watched Billy from the other side of the classroom. You didn't mean to stare. But, there was just something about him... Something that screamed dangerous. He was a bad boy, smoked, drank, and had one-night-stands with almost every girl at school. He screamed trouble as much as he did danger. The girls loved him for his charm, but if they knew all the things he was really like, if they knew who he really was... And yet here you were looking into his blue eyes wondering how on earth this beautiful creature got mixed up in your life. He smirked when you looked away from him and started fiddling with your pencil.
This happened to you multiple times. You'd be trying to pay attention to the teacher, but somehow your attention fell on him. Every. Time. It was hard not to look at someone with such a distinctive face. His piercing blue eyes never left you no matter how hard you tried to ignore him. You'd close your eyes, and he was there. With that cunning smirk of his. It felt as though he was staring right through you. It was hard enough that he sat next to you. There was something more to Billy Hargrove than most people saw. Yet you knew that if anyone found out the truth about this guy, you would probably end up dead or worse... Changed.
You sighed, "Stop staring." You spoke in a hushed tone
He laughed softly, more like a chuckle.
"Do you always have to do that?" You asked him.
"What? He asked, resting his fist on his chin.
"Stare," You stated clearly.
"Well... Sometimes I can't help it," he said with a shrug.
"Is that your excuse for everything you do?" You shot back.
"Excuse? No. That's just me being myself. Honestly, it's your fault for being so pretty." He flirted and you rolled your eyes, looking at the teacher and the chalkboard.
This time he stayed quiet. You didn't blame him. Some of the teachers knew that Billy was trouble, but not everyone listened. Most students used their common sense when around Mr. Hargrove, yet you seemed oblivious to it. The other day you caught him grabbing some kid by his jacket, just as you were walking down the hall. He was a bad boy. He was as bad as they came.
But you knew his secret. All those rumors going around town about Billy were true. Even though they were outlandish - childish even. Made to joke around and have fun. They were true.
Billy was a vampire. Yes, Vampirism was real. Of course vampires weren't a part of this world. But, that's what made them so scary. So mysterious. People were so eager to believe that anything was possible. That the impossible could become possible. When in reality, nothing like that existed in this world. But... It did. You saw it with your own eyes.
You didn't mean to. You were going home after school when you heard... Noises. You, being curious, followed the sounds. Behind the side of the school was Billy with some girl. You cringed. Disgusted... But as you looked closer. You saw the blood. You saw his fangs. You ran off. How he didn't notice you was a miracle in itself.
You went straight to your home and to your room, locking the door. You were scared. Angry. Guilty. But, as you thought. It all made sense. Some girls that you had seen go home with him after school, came back the next day with no memories. If you remembered correctly from your weird vampire phase as a child, they could erase memories. Determined, you had to find out more.
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The next day at school, on your free period, you went to the library and found every book you could about vampires. You read everything you could get your hands on. Everything from facts, myths, legends, anything you could find. Billy Hargrove was a vamp. A real life vampire. And you were in love with him.
How was that possible? You'd never been attracted to any of the guys you knew before, but this guy was different. Was love too big of a word? Was it more of an attraction or infatuation? Either way. You couldn't help yourself. Not even the rumors from the girls could stop you now.
Finishing a book on vampires and how they came to be, you almost jumped out of your seat when a hand was placed on your shoulder. Looking up and to the side. Your eyes widened slightly when you saw Billy standing over you. His eyes hardened at the pages of the book before they shifted and he looked at you.
"Didn't know you were into vampires..." He spoke softly, sitting down beside you. His voice was gentle, soothing. Almost sweet. You shuddered, feeling goosebumps run down your arms.
"I like to learn." You spoke honestly.
"Learn about vampires, witches, and demons?" He asked and you shrugged, swallowing.
"What's wrong?" He asked, concerned, noticing your uncomfortable posture.
"Nothing... Why?" You asked in return, unsure.
He chuckled, "It isn't normal to be interested in things like this."
"There is no such thing as normal." You answered firmly.
Billy glanced at the vampire book with a smirk on his lips before he looked back towards you. "I like the way you think."
His voice was soft and gentle, like waves lapping on the shore. You felt safe. Safe in his presence. He reminded you of a bear protecting its cubs, or a wolf guarding their pack from all harm.
Why did you feel safe in the presence of him? In the presence of a vampire? You shook your head, telling yourself that you shouldn't feel comfortable with him. But you couldn't. You needed answers. You needed to know more. But you weren't going to flat-out ask him. That would be a stupid. Without hesitating, you grabbed the book off the table and set it aside. Turning, you looked into his eyes.
"Why are you here?"
"Just wanted to see how you were doing," He told you honestly.
"I've been doing fine." You turned away from him, trying to hide the fact that you were blushing.
He was always watching you. Staring at you. Waiting for you to turn your head back. You never missed a moment when he was near you. His blue eyes would seem to pierce right through you. He was beautiful. A gorgeous creature that should be locked away somewhere. Maybe thrown into the depths of hell by Satan himself.
No wonder all the girls in the school fawned over him.
"Are you free Friday?" He asked suddenly, making you flinch.
Why was he asking you that? You had questions. Questions about what his intentions were with you. But you weren't going to ask him. It would ruin things. Things already were ruined. But, if you agreed to go wherever with him, maybe you'd get those answers. After all, vampires lived on blood. They need it to survive.
There was no doubt that he had done something horrible, hurt someone... You gulped, closing your eyes briefly. It was a risk, but it was worth it. You had to know. And like they said; curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.
"Yes. I am free Friday."
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Tapping your foot, you bit your lip. Leaning up against your car as you waited for Billy to arrive. He said to meet you at Lover's Lake, at eight sharp. It was cold, and you cursed at yourself for bringing a coat. At the sound of crunching leaves, and a car engine, you're turned around. The car parked beside you, and Billy got out of the car. He had dark circles under his eyes, as though he hadn't slept in days. And yet he still made his way to you without hesitation; a smirk on his gosh-darn face.
"So, why meet at Lover's Lake?" You asked, crossing your arms.
"Just because," He simply replied, looking up at the night sky before looking back at you. "I have something to tell you."
You tilted your head, not failing to notice Billy glancing at your exposed neck.
"What?"
"I know your secret..." He spoke, voice deep. Dark.
Your eyes widened a bit, "What secret?"
Billy stepped closer, enough for you to feel his hot breath fan over your face. "My secret."
He looked down and smirked. Your heart pounded in your chest as you stared back at him. His beautiful blue eyes staring right into yours. He reached his hand forward and traced along the neckline of your shirt. You shivered at the touch of his cool fingers, and the heat of his breath.
"I know what you are..." You spoke, voice soft.
Billy stared into your eyes, his own half-lidded with amusement. "Really? What makes you think that it's true?"
"Because I saw it last week." You whispered, blushing deeply.
He raised an eyebrow, "You saw me feeding?"
"Yes..." You muttered, looking away from him.
His fingers brushed your cheek, gently caressing your skin before he moved your face to look back at him. He hummed, searching your eyes for something. Fear? Hatred? Whatever it was... He found it.
"We'll, I can't have all of Hawkins knowing my dirty little secret, now can I?" He spoke lightly, his gaze intense.
"What happens when someone finds out?" You questioned, looking up at him.
"They're going to fear us, hate us, kill us..." He spoke plainly.
"Us?" You repeated, surprised.
He nodded. "There are more of us. But not around here."
"California." You spoke in realization.
Billy nodded, returning to caressing your jaw all the way down to the base of your neck. "It's sort of like a hotspot."
You shuddered.
"Now, if you don't mind..." Billy licked his lips, his fangs sparked in the moonlight. "I'm hungry."
You sucked in a sharp breath. You saw what he did to the others, you'd forget soon enough. Licking your own dry lips, you looked at him, noticing his pupils dilate. "Will it hurt?" You asked timidly.
"Only if you struggle." He paused and smirked at you. "Don't worry though, it won't hurt a lot."
"Promise?"
Billy chuckled, running a hand through your hair. "I promise you... Just trust me."
You didn't say it out loud. But it was hard to trust a vampire.
Licking his lips once more, Billy leaned down, trailing his fangs down your neck, his hot breath wafting across your throat. His other hand reached to pin you against your car. You gasped, unable to move as Billy sank his teeth into your flesh. You could feel as your blood began to drain away. You grabbed ahold of Billy's shoulders, holding on for dear life. You felt as if you were in the clouds, your mind felt soft and airy. You heard Billy's voice, calling out your name. As if he was on fire. But he wasn't burning, rather, he was consumed. Drinking and drinking. You felt so weightless. Your heart beat softened, and slowed. The pain slowly slipped away. All the stress released from your body. Billy pulled his mouth away from your neck, and he stared into your eyes before kissing you quickly, deeply on the lips. You could taste iron on your tongue. He pulled back, licking his lips and sighing happily. His eyes glowing silver in the darkness.
"That's one thing that won't be missing from your memory."
Eyes fluttering shut, you fell in Billy's arms, unconscious.
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Opening your eyes, you blinked a few times as you tried to focus. You were home... In bed. But... How did you get here? You remembered Billy, kissing Billy, but then nothing else... You touched your lips, remembering how it felt to kiss him. You glanced at the clock above your desk to find it was three o'clock in the morning.
You tried to think, you felt something was missing, yet nothing came to mind. You sighed as you sat up, rubbing your eyes as you yawned. As soon as you stood from the bed, you froze. You felt so light-headed. Holding your head in your hands, you closed your eyes and took in deep breaths before you felt alright again. Standing up, you headed to your bathroom, but you stopped when you saw yourself in the mirror.
Reaching up slowly, you touched the side of your neck. Drawing your hand back, you looked at the blood on your fingertips. Red. Still wet. Cleaning your fingers and neck, you furrowed your eyebrows. There was no injury in sight. No scratch or pierce. Nothing.
How did that blood get there? Why do you feel so weak?
Billy...
Shaking your head, you brushed the thoughts away. You swallowed hard, trying to push him out of your mind as you went about getting dressed for school.
You must have gotten a small nose bleed in the middle of the night. No big deal. You've had them before. That was totally the explanation.
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Part Two is linked above
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Barbie doll
“You have to go see the Barbie movie with me!” Kiara commanded me. “Kiara, do I really have to? I don’t want to see that movie, there isn’t something else I could do instead?” I whined. “No! You lost the bet fair and square! Brianna was going to see it with me but she can't now, so you have to go instead. Plus you two are the same size, so you can wear her super cute outfit!” Kiara smiled. She knew I’d be upset that she’d make me do that.
“What!? No way! I’m not wearing girls clothes!” I desperately tried to stand my ground. But we’ve been friends for a long time, and I already knew how this was going to go. The three of us have been friends since second grade when I moved into their neighborhood. They were the only two other kids on the whole block. So, even though they were girls, us three became best friends. I didn’t exactly grow up like most boys, it was just me and my mom, and she had to work a lot. So I spent most of my time home from school being watched by either Kiara’s or Brianna’s moms. They used to make me play dress up and dolls with them all the time. We watched only girly movies and played with makeup, stuff like that.
The other boys in school and I just never got along. I just didn’t have anything in common with them. I had just grown up being surrounded by girls and girly stuff that all the silly guy matcho crap just didn’t interest me. I didn’t play football or baseball, instead I danced! Ballet, classical, hip-hop, cheer, and recently I’ve even started learning pole dancing too. Kiara and Brianna’s moms both co-owned a dance studio together. I was either there, or at their houses every day, so naturally I learned to dance. I have always been rather small for a boy, and now, even at 18, I was only 5’4” and 103 pounds. I’m pretty skinny and lean. I was never big enough to really be a dance partner for one of the girls, so I had to join them in their dances. Sometimes I was even the girl dance part for some of the guys, so embarrassing!
But that’s just how my life went. I was surrounded by girls, and only ever seemed to be considered one of them. I do like girls just to be clear, but none of them have ever seemed to like me. They just always see me as a great friend, like one of the girls. It’s been bad enough that I look like one. I really do! I’ve had plenty of time to think about it. Every Halloween, the girls make me join them in a group costume, always in some girls costume. No one has ever noticed I’m a boy. Not even when we got older and Halloween had just become going to someone’s party. Everyone from school just thought I was some girl Kiara and Brianna knew. I have a cute little button noise, a round soft face, large pouty lips. Slim shoulders with large hips and a very skinny waist. I have almost no muscle tone, and can’t seem to build any. It probably doesn’t help that I have long blond hair either. I really was a very feminine looking male.
This didn’t bother me too much, strangely. I found that girls were always very kind and accepting of me. But they never seemed to be interested in me romantically. But recently I met this girl, Willow, at my community college I just started at. She is incredible! I’ve never had a crush on a girl like this before. And she actually seemed kind of interested in me. She’s even flirted with me a few times! It’s the first time a girl has ever actually flirted with me.
I told the girls about her and they all seemed so happy that some girl liked me! She had previously attended a high school near by and they actually both know her from some of their competitive cheer team friends who also went to that school. She was on their school cheer team.
She’s a tall beautiful woman. She’s kind of a stunning, dark, mysterious type. As if preppy girly girl met goth girl. She’s incredibly pretty, the type of girl that every single guy would fantasise about! She has the body of a super model. She’s at least 5’9” flat foot, so I didn’t expect her to have any interest in a short, feminine looking guy like me.
She and I have been talking these past few weeks on Instagram and I know she follows the girls there too. I also know that Kiara will post a photo, as she always does. And I’ve been trying to seem more manly recently, and this would really ruin my chances with Willow. “Listen Bailey, you lost our bet. The looser does whatever the winner decides. Now you have to go and you have to wear Brianna’s cute little outfit. Deal with it!” Kiara, having no tolerance for my complaining, trusted a bag at me.
I reluctantly took it, “fine. Just please don’t post it on Insta.” I was hoping I could just keep this from Willow. “Are you kidding me! That’s the whole point! If it’s not for the gram, why would we do it? Just go put it on, and I’ll put mine on, then we’ll do your makeup!” She said and she pushed me into her bathroom. Closing the door behind me cutting off any way to plead more. I sighed and looked in the bag, pulling out a cute, light pink halter top that said “Barbie” across the chest. Next, a light pink sparkly vinyl pleated skirt that was very short. And a pair of white panties. This was far from my first time wearing girls clothes, but I was going to try my best to make this my last.
I undressed and slipped the panties up my smooth legs. I never did grow any body hair, some kind of hormone imbalance. The doctor said I wasn’t to worry about. I slipped them over my perky girly butt, round and toned from all the dancing I do. The thong slipped between my cheeks. I’d never say it out loud, but I didn’t hate the way a thong felt. It did feel kind of "sexy". I am very small up front too. I was only about two inches, and I wasn’t really a grower, two and one eighth inches. I measured once. My testicles weren’t very big either. It all fit with room to spare in the small girls panties.
Next I slipped on the top. My flat chest and slim shoulders made me look like a flat chested girl. I then put on the cute skirt. I also haven’t told the girls, but I kind of have a thing for vinyl and leather. And I have noticed I do feel sexy dressed up like a sexy girl would. I see why they were this stuff, it looks sexy and it feels sexy! I zipped up the skirt and noticed that it did cover my butt, only barely though. I opened the door to see Kiara dressed very similar to me. She looked pretty, but she’s like a sister to me.
“Come on, let’s get your make up already! And your hair too!” Her excitement couldn’t be contained. “This is like when we were younger and you were like our own personal doll! I guess you still are, Barbie! Haha this is so perfect!” I just frowned as I sat down to do my makeup. She’s right, I have done this thousands of times before with them. She told me what my make up should look like and I just got to work as she did my hair. Light pink DSL with lots of gloss, light blush, lots of mascara with extra long lashes and just simple eyeliner. I was an expert in makeup at this point so I just go right to work.
“So what exactly happened to Brianna again? Why couldn’t she make it again?” I questioned as I worked. “She had to go with her mom, her grandmother is sick and they left this morning to go see her. We already bought our tickets and you’re my closest girl friend besides her, so now you get to play dress up and see this movie with me.” Her focus split between talking and doing my hair. “Look, I don’t mind seeing the movie with you. I don’t even care that you want me to get dolled up with you, but do you really have to post it on Instagram?” I was hoping to wear her down.
“What is with you? You know I’m going to post it! And my outfit only makes since with yours, so yeah, your going to be in it. Why do you care so much? It’s not like you don’t have like a hundred photos on my Instagram of you dressed as a girl! Why do you care about this one?! Now give me your hands, I have to do your nails!” She was confused and made a good point. There were years of it. They make me do this sort of thing often, and I just never fight it. I haven’t really cared until now. I thoughtlessly gave her my hands and she applied very long light pink nails that matched my skirt perfectly.
“Because I don’t want Willow to see it.” I sheepishly got out. “Ooo!! WILLOW! You don’t want your little crush to think you’re some gay little sissy boy?! Some trans cock sucker?!” Kiara teased me. “Yes! Please, she’s the first girl to ever even seem interested in me! I don’t want to ruin my shot with her!” I was trying so hard to convince her. “Sorry Barbie girl, no dice. Besides, Willow can see all the old picks of you glammed up anyway. What’s one more going to do? Who knows, maybe she’d like it? Anyways, if she asks about it, you lost a bet, so no big deal!” Kiara was making a good point. I could use the bet as an out. But what did she mean that Willow might like it?
“More lip gloss girl! Not nearly enough!” She commanded, cutting off my train of thought. I carefully applied more lipgloss as she walked off to the closet to get out our shoes. White vinyl platform pumps. They must have been at least 6 inches tall. I didn’t even blink, I just slipped them on. I’ve been walking in these girls' heels since I met them! I even won a bet that I could wear heels exclusively for two weeks! It was actually really easy. Although the looks I got at school from some people were strange, I still won the bet!
Kiara then handed me a matching small white vinyl purse and I slipped my wallet and phone into it. Kiara reminded me to take some makeup to touch up if I needed. After that, we were on our way. Our heels clicked in unison as we walked to her car. Any passer by would just see two young hot girls walking. I really did feel pretty. I always feel more confident, attractive, and natural when I’m dressed like this. But I’m trying to break this “tradition” so I defiantly didn’t say anything.
The car ride was smooth. Kiara is such a great friend, we really get along so well! We have all of the same interests, except she’s a little boy crazy and I’m into girls. But otherwise we get along great. We got some looks and even some cat calls as we walked to the movie theater from our parking spot. It was kind of far away but it was super busy. As we approached, we saw a line of pink. Almost exclusively full of glammed up beautiful women waiting to see the Barbie movie. We fit in perfectly.
The girls in front and behind us were all super nice and very excited for the movie. As we talked, I could tell not a single one would have ever guessed for a million years that I wasn’t an actual girl. Not that it was any surprise to me, even in my boy clothes I’m often mistaken as a girl. And my high feminine voice doesn’t help clear it up either.
As we talked to the girls, we learned what we were actually waiting for was the photo op with some stuff the theater had put out to take photos in front of. Before long it was our turn. Kiara had offered to help take the pictures of the girls in front of us and they kindly offered to return the favor. They took so many and Kiara made us try so many different poses to find just the right one.
Once she was finally satisfied, we thanked the ladies who took our photos and then headed into the theater. “OK you buy the snakes, I’m going to pee and I’ll meet you at our seats!” Kiara spoke as she just walked off to the bathroom. I was left just standing there in the middle of the theater dressed like a kind of slutty Barbie doll. I felt slightly self-conscious and hurried off to get in line. As I waited, I looked at my phone and saw that Willow had posted a few hours ago of her with some friends also all dolled up and that they were just about to see the movie. It looked like the same background as what we had.
A shot of fear went through me. Oh my god, what if she’s at this theater!? No, that must be silly. I tried to calm myself and just kept scrolling. Finally, it was my turn to order our popcorn and drinks. The guy taking my order was clearly checking me out and trying very hard to flirt with me. I was trying to be nice and friendly, but it was also super gross! As soon as he left to get my order, I heard the sound of a lot of high heels on the tile floor. I looked over to see a sea of girls in pink leaving one of the theaters. HOLY SHIT! THERE WAS WILLOW!! My heart started to race and I tried to look away. I don’t know why, but I was terrified of her recognizing me! I pulled off my phone to try to seem less suspicious and the first thing that popped up was Kiara’s post of us. Oh god! SHE TAGGED ME! I’m screwed! I just hope Willow doesn’t check her Instagram for long enough that it’ll be way down her feed!
Finally, the guy came back with our order. I grabbed the stuff and almost started to run just to freeze. Oh no! Her and her friends stopped by the women’s restroom! I’m going to have to walk right past her to get to the theater! Oh no! I couldn't just stand there so I started off, just hoping that their conversation about the movie would be enough to keep her attention so she didn’t start looking around and see me. My heels clicking loudly, signaling my approach to her. SHIT! She looked over right at me! But she looked right back at her friends! I don’t think she recognizes me! But she did a double take! Looking at me up and down! I feel so vulnerable in this short skirt and these tall heels! I walked as fast as I could, keeping her in the corner of my eye as I walked. But my pace was slow. I didn’t want to drop anything as I struggled to move smoothly in the heels. Of course, the only way I could manage that was to sway my hips as I walked. And just as I was passing her, I saw her reach into her bag and pull out her phone. I walked as fast as I could. My heart was racing so fast I thought it just might pop out of my chest! Oh god I hope she doesn’t check her Instagram!! The first thing she'd see was Kiara's post of us!
I felt very little relief as I rounded the corner, glad to be out of her sight but knowing that she only had to take a few steps to see me again, let alone chase me down. My heart still thumping as I walked down the long hallway. Of course, we were in the farthest theater! I was feeling slightly better the further down I went. And once I finally entered, my heart was slowing down but my mind was still racing. I sat next to Kiara, who looked concerned. “Are you ok? You look like you just saw a ghost!” She whispered over the final adds.
Still breathing kind of heavily, I whispered back, trying not to lose it. “Worse, I saw Willow!” She looked at me shocked! “What!? Really!? What did she say??!” “She didn’t say anything! I was getting the stuff when she came out of a theater and stopped with friends in front of the bathroom. I had to walk past her to get here! She looked at me, twice! But she didn’t say anything or even make a face or anything. But I’m still freaking out!” I was trying so hard to be quiet, but it was really hard.
“It’s OK! She probably just liked your outfit! There’s no way she could know it was you!” Kiara said, trying to calm me down. “Are you sure?!” I was so worried. “Yes, not just relax and enjoy the movie! OK?!” Her soft soothing whispers helped to calm me down. I just nodded my head trying to calm myself. The reminder came on to silence your phone, Kiara opened her purse to check her phone. “oh” I heard her say quietly to herself. I looked over. Willow had liked her post and commented. “Looking good Doll, I’d love to meet your Barbie!”
It felt like my heart stopped. Oh my god. I’m screwed. I rushed to check it myself. I had a dm. I was almost too scared to look. It was from Willow.
“Hey Barbie girl!! Who knew you could look so pretty! I’ll catch you after your movie! Btw Nice skirt! It hardly covered your perky girly ass as you walked by in those tall sexy fuck me pumps!”
My heart sank. Kiara laughed. “Oh my god! Well she’s not wrong, it hardly does cover your butt!” “That means she recognized me! Kiara, I’m so screwed! There goes my chances of ever being with her!” I was crushed, I could almost cry. “It’s going to be so entertaining to see her after this!” Was all Kiara could get out before the movie started and the theater erupted in applause!
I could hardly focus the whole time. I was a twisted mess just going over what had happened and what was going to happen over and over again in my head. I just wanted to check my phone the whole time, hoping it was all just my imagination. My panic clearly didn’t stop Kiara from enjoying herself though.
It was a good movie and all, but I could hardly pay attention. I was a nervous wreck! I looked down at my body, and just saw that of a beautiful trendy girly girl. I didn’t even look like a boy. Willow is never going to be interested in me now. I had to pee but was terrified to leave. What if she was still in the theater waiting for me? No, that’s silly, it’s been over an hour! She’s not going to just stand there for that long, right?
I got up as quietly as I could. I tried to slide down the row of people as quietly as I could. But my heels clicked loudly with each step. Everyone’s attention turned to the slutty blond Barbie heading off to the bathroom. As I made my way in the dark, I tried not to fall or stick my butt in the face of the people behind me. Several times my ass got slapped or grabbed. Each time I turned to see some guy sitting there with this big grin on his face. The girl he was next to seemed to into the movie to notice. Finally, I got out of the row and down the walkway.
I paused at the door, looking out to see if Willow was in sight before I left. Fortunately she wasn’t. I rushed to the bathroom as quickly as I could. I walked past the girls' bathroom at first but stopped. I looked down at myself, there was no way in hell I was going into the men’s room looking like this! Who knows what could happen!! I entered the women’s room and found an empty stall. I pulled my panties down to pee and I checked my phone. One new message.
I was almost too scared to look. But I couldn’t not see it either. I opened it, it was from Willow. “Don’t you dare try to sneak your girly little ass out! Me and my girlfriends are shopping. When the movie is over, meet me at the Starbucks across from the theater. I’ll be waiting! You better look pretty!”
It felt like my heart was in my stomach. How is this happening to me? It is bad enough that she saw me, now she wants to humiliate me?! I finished peeing and pulled my panties back up. I checked my skirt and then went to wash my hands. I looked at myself in the mirror. I just saw a stunning beautiful woman staring back at me. She looked so cute, I’d love to date her! Too bad that’s exactly what I looked like. I noticed my skirt and top were still nice and neat. I opened my bag and reapplied my lip gloss. I did look pretty. I felt pretty. Unfortunately, that’s the reason no girl will ever want me.
I walked back into the dark theater, and shuffled past the row of people. Each guy I passed grabbed my ass, same as before. They clearly weren’t paying any attention to the movie. I found my seat next to Kiara and sat down. Too worried to really watch the rest of the movie. As it was clearly ending, I started to panic! It can’t be over so soon! I don’t want to go see Willow!!
Kiara looked at me with excitement. “This is going to be hilarious! Let’s go see Willow! I can’t believe she’s going to meet the real you!” She teased. “This isn’t the real me!” I argued back as we both walked out of the row, the clicking of our heels blending in with all the other girls. “Yes it is! You look like a girl, you sound like a girl, you move like a girl! When you wear your clothes you just look like a girl who’s just wearing boy's clothes! And since Brianna and I met you, you have been dressed as a girl at least half the time, if not more!” She laughed as we walked. Our heels clicking and hips swaying in unison. The sway of our vinyl skirts makes us seem even more like sexy girly girls.
“That’s not true!” I tried to deny it, but I was thinking it over as I said it, and she might actually be right. “Let’s see, pretty much every time you are at one of our houses for a sleep over, we have made you dress like a girl. Then there’s when we dance, and you are dressed like all the other girls. There’s the bets we make, like this one. All the random days we demand you dress up with us and you just do it. Every single Halloween and Halloween related event. Even at school dances we made you wear a dress and go with us girls! Hell you ligitmently have girls clothes in your closet plus your own makeup!” She shot her comments at me with aggressive confidence. She knew she was just stating facts, and that I couldn’t argue with her.
I racked my brain for a response. But I couldn’t come up with some clever excuse as to why those statements are true. “Well that’s only because you two are my best friends. And that’s what friends do!” I tried my best to sound confident, but we both knew that was a pathetic response. The stress of this conversation was helping me from keeping my mind on meeting Willow, and I just had hoped that Kiara had forgotten. As we exited the theater building, I started to walk the opposite way from the Starbucks. “Where are you going Barbie? We both know we are going that way.” She pointed at the Starbucks.
“How did you know?!” I questioned. “Willow messaged me, I checked it when you went to the bathroom. She wanted to make sure I didn’t let you chicken out. Now be a good friend and walk that girly butt of yours over to Willow so I can laugh my ass off!” She demanded as she stood there still pointing. I hung my head and started to walk to Starbucks. It wasn’t a far walk, maybe even less than a minute, but it felt like an hour. My heart raced as Kiara laughed. “What do you think she’ll say!? What do you think she’ll do!? I can’t believe she saw you!!…”
I couldn’t even respond as she continued, my mind felt frozen from the fear I was experiencing. My feet felt as heavy as bricks and it was only Kiara’s insistence that kept me going. I felt so defeated, I just wanted to cry. I have never felt the way I feel about Willow with any other girl before. I guess that’s what I get for getting my hopes up. Kiara opened the door and I slowly stepped in.
My eyes franticly scanned the whole shop. Trying to both find Willow and also avoid her at the same time. And at first she didn't seem to be there. I looked around again, my eyes were only met by the stairs of everyone in the room. They were all looking at the two beautiful young girls dressed very trendy, but also kind of whorish, who just stood there right in the doorway. I took a few more steps forward. Looking frantically. But I didn’t see her. Oh my god, did she not show up?! Was this luck or tragedy?! I then heard the sound of the door opening behind me. I turned and there she was, standing in the doorway, trapping us in the Starbucks. I just stood there, so terrified to move, staring at her.
She looked absolutely stunning. She was wearing black leather thigh high boots with a 4 inch heel. She was wearing a small light pink leather dress that was backless. A small diamond choker around her neck. Her makeup was done to perfection. Her large pouty lips were light pink. Her long lashes perfectly mascaras and her dark black eye shadow completed the seductive look. Her black hair was done in big curls. She had a small light pink leather bag that matched the dress over one shoulder and her long white nails held her cropped black leather jacket. Even in my 6 inch pumps she was still taller than me.
“Well don’t you look so cute my little Barbie girl!” She said in a kind of sexy flirty way. “Why don’t you two join me outside, let’s talk!” She said and she stepped back holding the door wide open. Kiara went first, I timidly followed. “You look so beautiful Willow!” Kiara added in her bubbly, friendly voice, as we walked to a table on the side of the building. “Thank you! You look incredible too!” Willow replied in a matching voice, and then she looked at me with a large grin. “But you! Wow, what a surprise! It’s so refreshing not to see you playing dress up as some boy!” She almost laughed. Of course, this made Kiara laugh hard. “I know right! He’s always looked like a girl! Boy's clothes clearly don’t even fit his little girly body!” Kiara couldn't hide how funny she found this.
“I know right! He makes a perfect girl! Not just that, but a pretty, sexy girl too! Did he shave his legs?” Willow could hardly contain her excitement. But she still spoke in her slow, soft, sexy voice. “Nope! “She’s” naturally hairless! Can you believe it! Not even a single facile hair either!” Kiara was loving this. I, on the other hand, just wanted to disappear and die. “Oh my god! That’s precious!” Willow could hardly get out, her hand covering her mouth from the shock and excitement.
“We’ll go on! Give use a twirl! Let her see all of you!” Kiara demanded as she laughed. I didn’t want to, everything inside of me was screaming NO! But for some reason I just slowly turned all the way around, showing all of me dressed as this Barbie slut. They both laughed! “Oh she’s a perfect girl from every angle!” Willow giggled! I just stood there with my head hung as they laughed for a while. I wanted to run away. But I couldn’t, it was like my heels were glued to the floor.
Once they settled down, I couldn’t look up, I couldn’t speak. It’s like if I was to do a single thing I would just start to cry. “I absolutely love this! Wow, she is so pretty! I mean I’ve always felt she was pretty, but to see her dressed up, I’m obsessed! Thank you so much for making this happen Kiara! This has made my day!” As Willow spoke you could hear the joy in her words. I shot a confused, angry look at Kiara. “What!?! You planned this!?” I almost yelled at Kiara, my girly little voice quaking, trying not to cry.
“Hold on there Barbie girl! Before you get mad, let me explain!” Kiara shot back in defense. “No Bailey, don’t be upset with Kiara, please. Allow ME to explain. Please?” Willows soft soothing voice captivating me. I was still upset, but also very confused at this point. “Fine.” I could hardly get out.
“Well, you see, Kiara and I have kind of known each other from cheer friends for a few years. And I’ve followed her on Instagram and had often seen her posts with Brianna and this third, pretty, girl. And sometimes it was them two and that same girl, but dressed like a boy. But every time it was tagged the same name, Bailey. I was confused but interested in what was going on. Then, when I saw you in my class, I thought I recognized you immediately. But I wasn’t sure, and I didn’t want to be weird and ask you! I’d be so embarrassed if I was wrong! So I messaged Kiara literally as soon as the first class let out. Of course, I didn’t want to just jump in to all of my questions, so I started small. I asked if her friend Bailey went to our community college. Then, what classes was she taking? And when she told me, I knew for sure that it was you! But I had so many of my questions were still unanswered.” She spoke so kindly and softly, her voice just drawing me in.
“So I started asking more and more about who you were. Were you a girl? I was so surprised to hear you were actually a boy. Well surprised and delighted.” She paused for a moment as she smiled. I was just more confused. “Delighted?” I softly spoke.
Then,“Yes!" She happily exclaimed! "I guess I should explain. So, growing up, I had crushes on girls. Like hard crushes. I’ve always been attracted to how a girl looks. Especially a girly girls. As I got a little older, like Jr high, I even kissed a few girls, just experimenting. I really liked it. But then the thought of their lady parts, well, I didn’t feel the same way. I wasn’t interested in doing that to a girl, but I didn’t dislike the thought of a girl doing that to me. Then, as I entered high school, lots of boys started giving me attention. I was on the cheer team, all the girls had lots of boyfriends. I hadn’t thought much about guys up to that point. I always thought they could be good looking. But they didn’t give me the same butterflies in my stomach the way girls could. But since all the other girls have boyfriends, I thought id have one too. Lots of guys had asked me out before, so I waited for the next one to. I'd say yes as long as he wasn't ugly. The next cute guy asked me. He was shorter than me, with scrawny, thin, soft features. But I said yes. He was nice, and kissing him was nice, but not the same as kissing a girl.” I listened confused and clearly showed it.
“Then one of the older jocks asked me out, so I dumped the first guy and said yes to him. He was taller than me. Strong, good looking. But kissing him wasn’t as good as the first guy. Then he wanted more. I felt pressured to do more, all the other girls had, or at least said they had. So I did more. It turned out I really like dicks. Especially big dicks. Sucking them, getting fucked by them. I loved it. I became quite the party girl. Very popular with the boys and had turned into quite a little cum slut for them. But I wasn’t fully satisfied by that. I realized I didn’t care much for the guys. None of them ever really excited me. Not that they weren’t handsome, good looking guys. They all were.” I was getting really uncomfortable hearing what she was saying and had no idea why she was telling me this. She could see that on my face.
She smiled but kept going. “You see at the parties I’d come up with any excuse I could to make out with one of the hot girls. It was pretty easy, most girls would just go along with it. I just loved kissing their soft lips, the feel of their lip gloss. I loved running my hands over their sexy feminine bodies. They would get me all horny and then I would go off and let some guy fuck me to finish me off. But I didn’t really want them. I wanted that soft, pretty, sexy girl.”
She then looked down. She seemed shy, not her usual strong confident demeanor. It was obvious she was a little embarrassed by what she was about to say. “Then one day I learned about sissy’s. Girly boys. Boys that looked exactly like girls. I was immediately interested. I wanted to learn more. But most of it was just some fetish. Just something that would only happen when they were horny, and would end when they were done. It was like a game, not a lifestyle. Most weren’t woman thew and threw. Then I learned about trans women, but most were interested in men. Total cock sluts desperate to worship every dick and give it absolute pleaser and get denied their own! I loved it! But I was kind of disappointed knowing they wouldn’t want me. But I really wanted to meet one! One that was moldable, one that was into woman too. I had to see how I would feel about one. You are actually what sparked that in me. Kiara and Brianna’s posts of you is what got me looking at that stuff in the first place. And then, just like that, there you were in my class!” I was shocked to hear what she was saying.
She seemed even more hesitant to share, she seemed vulnerable. But it was clear that she had to say this, whether she wanted to or not. “I had to know more about you. Kiara and Brianna were happy to share all about you. The more I learned, the more fascinated I became. How they have always thought of you as a girl, how you act like a girl, move like a girl. And how they often make you dress like a girl. That you even compete on their dance team as a girl, and no one has ever known! And then seeing and talking to you in class, confirming everything they were saying. Hearing your little girly voice, and studying your flawless feminine movements. Searching for any sign of masculinity and not seeing a single thing. I had to ask Kiara if you were into girls or guys. And that’s when they shared you had a little crush on me! It over joyed me!” She smiled, but her vulnerability was still very obvious.
“But I didn’t know how to talk to you about it. I realized I’d had a crush on this beautiful girl who was actually a boy since I was in Jr high! I wanted to see HER! I didn’t know how to get to see you not wearing those silly boy clothes, and in something pretty instead. I had to see this girly version of you in person! I had to understand my feelings. And then Kiara and Brianna both came up with this very fun idea to trick you into meeting me dressed up. I had actually invited them to see the movie with the girls. We had become kind of close recently with talking about all of this. And they thought of this! It was brilliant! And look at you! You’re even prettier in person! I can’t believe it!” She was clearly holding back tears. Both from excitement, and from fear of opening up to me. I was just stunned in shock. I didn’t know what to say or think or anything!
“I’m sorry for tricking you, and for putting all of this on you like that! I know it’s kind of creepy. But I just had to. I was tearing myself apart inside. Kiara and Brianna said you’d understand.” She could hardly get the words out. I could tell my silence was scaring her.
“Wow, that’s a lot to take in Willow! I’m not sure how I feel about all this. Flattered? Confused? Tricked? Relived? Terrified? I'm not really sure what to feel, or what to say? Or what’s happening exactly?” I struggled to get the words out as I struggled to process what was just told to me, what was going on.
Kiara cut in, clearly in defense of Willow. “Listen Bailey, what Willow is trying to say is, will you be interested in being Her GIRLFRIEND?! Or at least go on a few dates with her while you’re dressed like, well this!” As she motioned up and down at me. “Is- is this true Willow, you want to go on a date, with me, as a girl?” I could hardly get it out. My head was spinning because of what was going on. I could hardly comprehend it. This tall, sexy, beautiful, gorgeous woman who is usually so strong and confident, was almost a crying mess. All she could do was shake her head yes. She couldn’t even look at me, terrified of my response.
I took a second, just one to think about it. At first, this seemed like so much to be asked of me. But then I thought about how I was dressed at this very moment. It hardly took anything for Kiara to convince me to look like this. Hell, I’ve probably spent half my life dressed like a girl, or at least wearing something that was made for a girl. And I really did like her. If simply doing my hair and makeup and slipping into a skirt was all it took to get to know her, then I guess that wasn’t the end of the world.
“I’d LOVE to go on a date with you, Willow!” I softly spoke with a nice smile. “Really?!” She seemed almost too shocked to believe that I agreed. “Yes!” I simply replied. This pushed her over the edge and she started to cry. Some of them were defiantly happy tears. This made Kiara tear up too and they hugged each other. This was clearly a big deal. And I stood there realizing that if I was going to spend a bit more time as a girl then I had thought.
Once they both finally calmed down, all I could see was Willows Willow's beautiful smile. Kiara then chimed in “I’m going to leave you two ladies alone then. Bailey, you be a good girl to Willow, she’s a sweetheart and deserves a nice time!” She said sternly to me. “Willow sweetie, if she gives you any trouble at all, just let me know. Brianna and I will put her in her place! But I’m sure she’ll be just fine, she’s a sweetheart.” Kiara snickered as she looked at me. She hugged Willow again. Then she hugged me. “Have fun, enjoy your first date ever! I can’t wait to hear all the details! I’m so proud of you! Please be a well behaved girl for her. You have no idea how hard all of this has been for her!” she whispered joyfully in my ear. As she started to leave, then stopped. “Willow, you can give her a ride home, right? Also, have fun! You can dress her however you want! After all, she’s your Barbie doll now!” She laughed as she left.
Willow smiled as she still dabbed the tears from her eyes. “So what would you like to do?!” I asked with nervous excitement. This isn’t what I pictured I'd be wearing on my first date. But I did feel pretty, and Willow seemed to like it, so I guess it’s not that bad! Willow was still collecting herself. She was sniffling as she pulled out a compact and checked her makeup. As soon as she seemed satisfied with how she looked, it was like she transformed back into her confident, strong-willed self. “Let’s get a coffee and get to know each other. I’ll buy.” She said in such a sure, smooth way. She walked past me, without waiting for a response, like she owned the world. Her hips swaying as she did, I was completely mesmerized! “Sounds great!” I chimed in as I quickly followed after her. She held the door open for me and I walked in, our heels clicking loudly in the quiet coffee shop, causing people to look up at us. She walked in confidently and put her hand around my waist, like a guy would typically do to a girl. “Get whatever you’d like!” She said with her quiet confidence! She spoke and moved like royalty! “Oh, thank you! That’s very sweet! You carry yourself like a Queen! It’s a little intimidating!” I said sheepishly, with a kind smile on my face.
She looked down at me with a matching smile. She clearly took my compliment the way it was intended. “Then I guess that makes you my princess! Who knows, maybe if this goes well I’ll even let you worship me.” She whispered in her naturally seductive voice, causing butterflies in my stomach. And I couldn’t help but blush. She seemed to like that response. I wasn’t sure if it was just the thought of being with her that I liked. Or was it also the thought of being her girlfriend that I liked too?
I ordered my drink, and she ordered hers, then we sat down in the back corner of the store where there wasn’t anyone. We talked briefly as we waited for the coffee. When our order was called, I offered to get them. As I walked I found myself swaying my hips a little extra as I walked, really moving my ass side to side. I hoped she couldn’t take her eyes off of me the whole time. I figured if she’s serious about likening me like this, then I’d better give her a show. I grabbed our order and the man who had made our drinks said “Hey cutie! What are you and your friend doing later tonight? You want to hang out?” He said as he fucked me with his eyes. “That’s very kind of you, but we’re busy.” I took our drinks and turned to see Willow staring at me with this lustful sultry look. She was clearly aroused. I did my best to walk back as sexy as I could. I guess it’s a good thing I’ve spent most of my life dancing and moving as a sexy girl. I’ve gotten pretty good at it!
As I sat down, Willow asked. “What did the man say?” “He asked if we would want to go on a date with him later. I told him no thank you.” I replied a little embarrassed. “How interesting.” She replied clearly deep in thought about what I said. “It’s amazing how no one would ever guess you’re a boy. To be honest, I’m even doubting that you are! You don’t look or act like one in any way!” She seemed amazed, but I wasn’t sure how to feel about that.
She then shifted to another topic and we just sat and talked for hours. We laughed and talked about very serious stuff to silly light stuff. Past experiences, future goals. I don’t really have any. I have literally no clue what I want to do. I guess something to do with dancing, it’s kind of all I know. She wants to model. I told her I thought she could. She’s absolutely stunning! Then, in what seemed like no time at all, the guys told us they were going to close the shop in a few minutes! “Wow it’s ten already!? The last few hours just flew by!” I said to her as we started to clear our table.
We walked out to her car, holding hands, the unison of our heels clicking echoed through the parking lot. I was actually really happy with how this had gone. Most of the time I had just forgotten I was even dressed this way. I even reapplied my lip gloss after we had coffee without even thinking about it. I guess I’m more dressed like a girl much more than I realized. We stopped just before her very nice white BMW. Her parents were very wealthy I had learned. She stood there looking down at me, she put her hand gently on my cheek and leaned in for a kiss. OH MY GOD, MY FIRST KISS!! I was so excited! I gently kissed her back. The feeling of her big soft lips made me get hard instantly as the sticky feeling of lip gloss smoothed the sensation. I loved this! It was some of the most aroused I’d ever been! We made out for maybe a minute or so. It felt like a year and a nano second all at the same time! It was so incredible. She then slowly pulled back, and stared into my eyes. I stared back. The joy and arousal clear on my face. “You even kiss like a girl! I have never felt that way kissing a boy before!” She spoke so soft and sweetly. “Are you sure you’re not tricking me?” She said as she reached her hand down to the front of my skirt.
She could feel my very small hard dick under the vinyl of my pink skirt. This caused me to start producing precum! I can’t believe she touched me there!!! My fist kiss and she touched me there!! OH MY GOD!!! “Oh wow, you sure are a tiny little thing! Is that as big as it gets?” She said, still keeping her hand over my skirt, gently rubbing as if to encourage it to get bigger. Her body was close to mine and her arousal clearly growing. Despite what she was saying, I was the horniest I’d ever been! “Yes.” I could hardly whisper both from arousal and embarrassment. “I guess we can make your little micro dick work. It's probably part of the reason why you make such a convincing girl!” She said seductively and then started to make out with me as she kept rubbing my little cock over my skirt. I felt so weak, small, humiliated, sexy, and aroused all at once!
What a sight this must have been for anyone walking by! Two sexy sluts touching and kissing each other in the parking lot! I felt myself getting closer to cumming! Suddenly she stopped. “Get in the car princess!” She commanded sweetly as she then rushed around to the driver's side. Felt so horny and confused as to why I liked her calling me that?! But I wasted no time and hurried to get into the car, flattening my skirt under me and my knees together as I sat. Something any normal girl would do. Willow noticed and only seemed to get more turned on. She clearly liked that I behaved like a girl.
As soon as both doors closed, she demanded, “Lift up your skirt! I want to see it!” This all felt so fast! So sudden! But I did as I was instructed and wrapped my long pink nails over the hem of my skirt and slowly pulled it up from my body, my knees parting slightly as I did. I realized that’s the way a girl would do it too. Willow seemed mesmerized by the small miniature male gentiles hardly showing in the white girly panties. She reached her hand over and placed them on my panties. Only the thin cotton of my thong separated her from touching me. I could feel the warmth of her and she could feel the wet from my precum.
“You’re so horny aren’t you?” Her sexy voice echoed in my ears. “Yes” is all I could get out from my arousal. She smiled “I can see you’re wet too! So am I! Well it’s only fair I show you mine.” She then took my small hand and guided it between her legs, as she pulled up the hem of her leather dress to show me her black panties. She placed my manicured finger tips over top of her panties. I could feel how wet she was. I could feel the shape and size of her pussy. This only turned me on even more!
She gently started to move my girly finger back and forth over her panties and softly moaned. She was clearly loving this. After only a few seconds of this tease she slid her panties aside and placed my dainty girly finger right on her clit! I CANT BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING! This is the farthest I’ve ever gotten with a girl before! She directed my finger exactly how she wanted to be touched for a short while, then stopped when she thought I’d gotten the hang of it. She then reached over and started to make out with me as I gently fingered her dripping wet pussy.
I was loving this! I was so turned on I could hardly handle it! She reached down and gently rubbed the head of my cock with one finger over my skirt. Mimicking the movements I was doing to her as we kissed passionately. She suddenly stopped and pulled her lips away slightly and started to moan loudly as she started to cum! I didn’t stop what I was doing and just rubbed her clit over and over again. Her finger tip gently resting on my pink vinyl skirt, just over the tip of my desperate cock. After what must have been a while, and was clearly an incredibly intense orgasm, she gently moved my hand from her pussy. She could hardly get out any words, but managed to mumble something like “that was one of the greatest orgasms of my life.” And then went back to kissing me for another minute or so. No longer teasing my cock. She then seemed slightly rejuvenated and asked me to drive. I agreed and we switched sides.
As I drove, Willow rested quietly, clearly in the aftermath of an incredible orgasm. I thought about what had just happened! I was shocked and aroused as to how my day had gone! I got my first kiss, got touched by a girl for the first time, touched my first pussy, and made a girl cum for the first time, all on my first ever date! I was dressed like a slutty girl the whole time though. But so was she! I guess I could be ok with this for a little while! It still felt a little strange. But I really liked Willow. I don't know how I feel about being a girlfriend though...
-Katierosedreams Og Cap
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Jesse - You Boys Are the (Homosexual) Supporting Cast
Gen;; Fluff - Headcanons
Warnings ;; no ?? i mean,, stress and anger (from reader pov) but not really ??
Proofread + Edited ;; a little bit actually,, mainly when going through and adding the bold and the blue and the italics lmao
Auth. Note ;; bet y'all thought i died.. nah i ain't never leaving i'm just clumsy af and smashed my phone into smithereens,, prolly got y'all tho lmaoooo
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Jesse is an insufferable flirt
Which would be fine if you didn't have shit to do
But you do !!
Accepting the roles of stage manager as well as assistant director was the worst choice you could have ever made
So help the world if you ever get your hands on a time machine
The school production may fall apart but at least your mental health would still be somewhat intact
But for now you're stuck with mountains of responsibilities and a sweet fucking annoying distraction
Speaking of said distraction
Jesse plays the lead's best friend and also an asshole who won't let you get on with your work
So he has his fair share of time on stage
But even then, you can barely catch a break
As soon as he steps foot into the wings he somehow immediately finds you
It honestly baffles you how differently Jesse acts in and out of class
Okay but on a real note you can't be at all angry at Jesse
Not when he's being so sweet and charming
Even though he keeps getting in your way
At one point, when the director was sick so you had to take that over whilst being stage manager and assistant director as well you had snapped at Jesse
He hadn't even been flirting with you at that point
Mans was literally just in the vicinity
Apparently that was enough of a crime to warrant your wrath
You absolutely still cringe thinking about that day
You hadn't shouted or anything
No, no you'd angrily whispered
And because you were stressed and upset your voice jumped like 5 octaves
Okay maybe not but it felt that way
You were giving mickey mouse realness
Which we love :D
It just wasn't the time
It's never the time for mickey mouse realness in today's society smh
You were on the verge of tears and mass murder which is always a good combination
(why are you always breaking down around this man fr)
Jesse had stared at you wide-eyed as you shat out a monologue of stress and misplaced anger
And once you were finished, chest heaving and feeling lighter than you had in a while, Jesse sends you an encouraging smile
"Sorry, sweetheart, I never meant to offend ya. Honestly, I was kinda hoping I was breaking up your stress, that's where I was coming from anyway. Still, I only caused you grief, not very fair of me, I'll admit."
You sniffed, awkwardly laughing things off and rubbing at your face
"Sorry for snapping at you. God, why is it whenever we talk I'm always freaking out."
Jesse laughs, a cheeky grin lighting up his face
"It's so I can rescue you from the depths of your despair, like your very own knight in shining armour."
Your roll your eyes good-naturedly, your own smile making it's way onto your face
"Oh, my hero!"
You pretend to swoon and Jesse's smile widens
You give yourself a second to take a breath, realising that, as bad as it seems afterwards, you really needed this
"Thank for, um, listening I guess. I didn't realise how much I needed to get off my chest until I was throwing it at you so I'm sorry but thank you."
Jesse gives a small nod and smile
"Anytime...well, maybe not any but you get what I mean."
After getting over that bump in the road the two of you get on like a house on fire
And you quickly come to appreciate the break in routine that Jesse gives you
You never quite realise how much the stress is getting to you until Jesse drags you away from your scripts and into something else
Something fun
As you two become closer you notice that he's started becoming more.. touchy
Like brushing stray hairs out of you face
Or tapping the tip of your nose
Or giving you a side hug before going on stage
Or leaning up against you to read over your notes
Things like that
And at first you thought they were innocent, unconscious actions
Until of course he started winking at you as he walked on stage
Or smirking at you after smoothing down a stray hair
Or making stupid comments as he moves away
Jesse is absolutely fucking with you
This absolute bitch
You're about to pull up fr
And his flirting continues throughout the whole rehearsal period
And you love it
It gives you happy butterflies in your chest and stomach
It's bearable you suppose...
But his secret winks and smiles directed only at you do get you thinking a little bit
You've never really watched the rehearsals properly
Probably not a good thing to be realising now, seeing as you have such important roles
Oh well, you haven't ruined the show yet
Everything will probably be just fine
Obviously you'd directed and checked for cues when leading everyone backstage but you'd never just watched it
So as the rehearsals left before opening night dwindle to only a few you decide you'll just watch for once
And somehow you've never noticed that Jesse's character has a love interest
Not a problem
You have zero problems
Next question
Okay shut up
It does slightly grind on your nerves watching their confession scene
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
It's fine.
No worries.
You can handle this.
But it certainly doesn't help that Jesse keeps making eye contact with you when saying his lines
Like,, bro
The director in you wants to scream
He's meant to be confessing to his love interest, not you !!
Make eye contact with the love interest !!
But the rest of you ??
Simply ascending every time Jesse confesses while gazing into your eyes
The dreamy asshole
Not so subtly glad he's looking at you and not at them
It's getting kinda hard to distinguish between reality and fiction
And the heat in your cheeks won't disappear regardless so that's great
Your only saving grace is that Jesse doesn't keep his eyes on you throughout the whole scene
But every time without fail, just before the scene ends, Jesse searches for your gaze and holds it, uttering his character's final line
"My love, for you I would do anything."
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Kustard week 2023 day 6: the Snow Queen
Wordcount: 1715
~A snowflake fell into the boy’s eye and he stopped seeing good in the world~
@kustardweek
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Sans' breath puffed into the cold evening air as he listened to a voicemail from his best friend.
"you doing anything tonight, sansy?" Red's gruff voice asked in the message. "wanna hang out at my place or something? i uhh... could use some company. got dumped. again."
He had received the call earlier while grocery shopping, but his phone was on silent mode and he hadn't felt it buzz in his pocket. He was only now checking any new message as he was walking the last few steps to his house, when a raspy noise on his left caught his attention.
"sansy? is that you, or are you a motherfucking burglar?" Red drawled as he slouched over the fence that separated their front lawns.
Sans and Red were childhood friends, neighbors since birth and had spent their entire life together. The proximity of their houses added to the fact that they frequented the same schools and often ended up in the same class, meant that they were as close as could be and spent virtually all their time together growing up. Even now they would usually see each other every other day, or at least as often as their jobs allowed them to. Or Red's girlfriends allowed him to, though Sans guessed they wouldn't have to worry about that for the moment.
It would be a lie if Sans pretended not to be jealous of Red and his capacity to get a girl so easily. He just had a thing with flirting, and once he had his eyesockets locked on a victim, it usually only took a few days before Sans would see the edgy skeleton bring her home for a 'good time', as Red liked to say.
Meanwhile Sans couldn't flirt to save his own life, and as a result, he had only known celibacy his entire life. He didn't mind, he was still young and didn't want to rush. Having Red as a best friend and neighbor just made it painfully obvious how late of a bloomer he was.
Of course, it didn't help in finding a partner that he had a massive crush on Red. But as the feelings were one-sided, Sans had never bothered confessing and he was fine with the situation as long as he could still be in Red's life, even as just a friend. Sure, it would be nice if he could find someone else to move on from his attraction to Red, but that didn't seem to be on the program for the foreseeable future.
"yeah it's me," Sans replied to his friend as he balanced his grocery bags in one hand while getting his key out with the other. No one was home for the week, his father was traveling around the country with his brother to find a good university for Papyrus. The house would become much less lively without him there next year... "i was about to call you back. just give me a few minutes to put everything in the fridge and i'll keep you company." He added belatedly, "sorry about the breakup."
"dude, it's freezing out there, your fridge's probably warmer than outside," Red grumbled before wobbling awkwardly toward the entrance of the garden. Snow didn't agree with his cane. "leave your stuff there and come with me, it's not like it's gonna melt."
Sans sighed. Would it kill Red to be a little patient? "dude, can't you wait like, 5 minutes?"
"no," Red croaked out, playfully giving Sans the finger over his shoulder as he reached the gate. "come on, let's go."
Sans rolled his eyes and internally berated himself for being such an idiot. He did as Red told him to and placed the bags on the floor in front of the door, grabbing two nice creams before he jogged a little to catch up to Red, who was playing with his cane while waiting.
"i'm gonna grab your arm," Sans warned before doing so, like he always did when he was about to make contact with Red. The other almost didn't flinch.
Sans passed a nice cream to his friend and then the two started making their way to the park nearby. Despite only being early evening, the sky was already dark but clear enough that Sans couldn't help but glance up once in a while at the stars. Of course he made sure to check where Red was going first, to warn him about possible obstacles or patches of ice that the other's cane wouldn't be able to detect.
"she said i was an asshole," Red mumbled when he was done with the nice cream, playing with the stick.
"you are an asshole," Sans deadpanned, making Red snort and Sans smiled fondly, happy that his friend couldn't read his expression. He'd probably figure Sans' feelings out just from that smile alone.
"she said i was the reason we kept fighting, and i don't know, maybe that's true," Red continued, but his tone was significantly lighter than just moments ago. "why do i fight so much all the time with all my girlfriends?"
"like i said, you're an asshole," Sans couldn't help blurting out, and Red laughed out loud this time.
It was true, Red could be... too much, in many regards. Sans loved him anyway, he had grown up with the other so he was used to it and knew how to handle Red's grumpiness.
"if i really was an asshole, i'd point out that you're crazy for buying nice cream in the winter," Red playfully waved the stick approximately in front of Sans. "who even does that?"
They continued their banter until they reached the park. Sans found a nice place near the frozen lake, covered with freshly fallen snow and described the view to his friend, who hummed appreciatively. Then suddenly Red unhooked from Sans' arm and removed his jacket before laying it down on the snowy grass.
"red, what are you doing! you're going to catch a cold!" Sans warned him as Red sat down on his jacket, leaving just enough space for Sans to join him. They'd be sitting very close, but Sans would fit.
In lieu of a reply, Red waved his arm around until he found Sans' hand and pulled him down. Sans let himself drop on the floor and instinctively wrapped an arm around his friend to keep him warm.
"aah, sansy... why do i keep getting dumped? am i really so hopeless that no one wants to date me long term? okay, i'm an asshole, but am i really that bad? i can't help it if all the girls and guys i date always piss me off!"
Sans gently rubbed Red's back as he let him complain and vent his SOUL's out.
What could Sans say though, to lift up Red's spirits? He was nothing but a childhood friend who had followed Red's numerous dating adventures since adolescence. With no experience of his own, it wasn't like he could give Red any real advice... All he had were those dumb feelings for Red that lead him nowhere.
"maybe your personality isn't the issue," Sans finally tried. "maybe you just have poor taste and keep falling for people who aren't compatible with you?"
'like i fell for you', Sans thought bitterly.
Red sighed and let himself fall dramatically into Sans' arms. "you're so right, them bitches don't deserve to date me!" Sans chuckled at his friend's antics, but then the atmosphere suddenly turned serious when Red made no move to release Sans. "it would be so much easier if you would fall in love with me, sansy... you'd be so good for me and we've been friends for so long, we gotta be compatible, right?"
Sans' SOUL skipped a beat, and he was suddenly very glad for Red's blindness as he felt his cheeks grow very hot.
"what are you saying this time? stop the nonsense, you idiot," he almost said without his voice wavering. Almost.
Red noticed. He had to. His shark grin grew sharper and Sans wondered if that was how he got girls and guys so easily. No wonder.
"come on, sansy. fall in love with me," Red repeated, his tone making it clear it was just a joke, but Sans' brain didn't function properly in the cold.
"okay," he blurted out, and then warned Red, "i'm gonna kiss you."
Sans grabbed Red's collar and pulled him in for a kiss.
Their mouths made contact and the two stayed like that for a few moments, neither making any move to draw away. Sans didn't know what to think of Red's reaction, or lack thereof, at first.
Then a hand snaked behind Sans' skull and Red opened his mouth, his newly summoned tongue brushing against Sans' teeth, asking for entrance that was easily granted. Sans parted his teeth and Red's warmth, scent and taste invading him, a full-body shudder drawing a gasp out of him that Red drank up.
It was Sans' first kiss and he had no idea what he was doing. Thankfully, Red took control over the situation and guided Sans' tongue into running against his crimson appendage.
They went at it for much longer than Sans ever thought kisses could last, and by the time he had to break the kiss, he was completely out of air.
"uhh... i... uhm..." He panted, trying to find what to say, or more precisely how to word the billion questions that were running through his head at the speed of light.
What was that? Why did Red kiss him back? Why did it feel so good? Was Red into him? Were they going to kiss again?
"sans, you better tell me that this wasn't a pity kiss," Red interrupted his thoughts, his tone serious. "cause if that was just a kiss to cheer me up or to joke around, i'm gonna be seriously hurt. you can't toy with my feelings like that, man."
Sans blinked and searched Red's expression for any hint that he was pulling Sans' fibula.
"what feelings?" He asked dumbly.
"my crush for you, duh. the one i've been desperately trying to move on from with stupid one night stands and random girlfriends."
Huh.
So Red wasn't the only one to be a massive, oblivious idiot.
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