#dumb fucking idiot loser boy

[huneyworld]

i just thought about Casper the Friendly ghost and got severely pissed off

#casper the friendly ghost #casper the stupid fuckin ghost #casper the dumb piece of shit #casper the fucking idiot #casper the boring loser #casper the fuckin incel #casper the lame bitch #casper the ugly ghost #casper the dumbass boy imma beat the shit out of

[fmhobeus]

so, nerdy loser college boy choso *sighs* *opens legs*

a/n: just so you know, this man is gonna make you do all the hard work for a piece of that loser boy dick 😮‍💨 so... um so at some point around 2000 words in i realised this is way more than a hc post :3 eat it up if you will!

nerdy!choso who borderline has no friends except his gaming buddies who doesnt meet irl like ever. he doesnt like going to classes, especially this one. he doesnt need it but it's a requirement for all first years. and boy is glad it is when he sees you come in.

nerdy!choso who only listens to discussions when you're talking. suddenly he needs to put down his headphones and nod at every word you're saying. his eyes follow every gesture of your hand, every sway of your ass, every single time you fix your hair.

nerdy!choso who is starting to get a bit enamored with you, your style, your way of speaking. he loses track of time gawking at you in class from the last benches as you prettily do all the work in the class. he hates how beautifully your hair falls on your face, how nicely your clothes fit you despite being pretty modest for college. he hates how he can see the silhouette of your tits when you turn to the side. but he's too much of a gentleman to keep looking.

nerdy!choso who ends a game early when he remembers you, lying and saying that he had promised someone to meet them somewhere. the place is his bathroom and the person was you. god, you really shouldn't wear those tight jeans to class y'know? how will he continue to be a gentleman if you do?

nerdy!choso who despises groupwork but prays to dear god this class has some reason to pair you two together. he's getting so desperate to talk to you knowing damn well he too pussy to do it on his own. and the lord answers his prayers, the teacher assigns groups of three for a presentation. it's you, him and some slacking trust fund baby.

nerdy!choso who is about to combust and have a full blown panic attack when he sees you approach him after class with that smile on your face that would make the angels swoon. you're going on about distributing the work equally and what not while he is trying his fucking hardest to not accidently make eye contact with you and piss his pants : (

nerdy!choso who now has your name, your number and your email and he feels like the happiest man on earth. his hands are literally shaking as he responds to your request to call. he's overthinking every word he types.

choso: yeah i can do wednesday. choso: i'll be okay with whatever day you want.

nerdy!choso who hops on video call and short circuits with a view of you in an oversized band tee and a brief view of your room. why did you have to be this pretty? why did you have to video call him when you couldve done the work on text? why did you have to put your hair up like that? why oh why did you have you say "choso? hey, you there?" so seductively to bring him back to the present?

nerdy!choso who gets like no work done in a 30 minute call which felt like three hours. he knew he would hardly be paying attention so decided to record the call with your consent, saying he'd need the notes you were typing out on screen only to play it back and stroke his dick to you for what might've have been the twentieth time this week. his strokes only getting faster as you say his name in that voice he imagines sounds way better moaning and screaming it instead.

nerdy!choso who, after the presentation, is on greeting terms with you when he sees you studying in the library. he sits as far away from you as he can while still being able to see you. occupying the coziest corner of the library to stare at you study right when you come up to him.

"can i join you, choso? i'm all alone and your space seems comfy" you say with a smile, "of course, i dont mean to disturb you, is saw you were on your own too, so..."

uh oh, uh oh, uh oh. god no. please no. please dont say yes. please dont be staring at her like some dumb idiot (too late) please.

"uh... yeah sure why not?" he awkwardly says as he makes room for you to keep your things. he was such an idiot for thinking he could say no to your pretty face in the first place.

nerdy!choso who is absolutely drunk on your scent. it feels way better than any alcohol he's ever had. he feels like an animal in heat when he smells your sugary perfume mixed with the styrofoam-y air conditioned smell of the library. you're gonna kill him, yknow? how is he supposed to respond to this? what is one to do when their stupid college crush sits next to them? he gives you a half smile before furiously typing away on reddit, the only place with answers for losers like him.

nerdy!choso whose hands. oh his hands. (can be i a big whore for a second?) his long hands that feel like they're the size of your face. his kempt, beautiful and trimmed nails. his lengthy fingers that seem to yearn for something more to foddle with than just the keyboard or controller. he typed as such an insane pace it made your pussy ache. he was going so fast, jesus. those hands were meant to do more than just ask "how to talk to girls" on reddit.

nerdy!choso who (on the advice of reddit) asks if you would want him to order something for you. you tell you had a frappuccino not too long ago and that it was quite sweet and filling. and he hates himself for thinking that he could give you something much sweeter and filling than that like a horny fourteen year old.

nerdy!choso who is now determined to not come off as a creep so he does his work with the focus of four adderalls. he is typing as fast as his heartbeat, not realising he got two classes worth of work done in just an hour. he looks over at you, blissfully unaware of the absolute war in his mind.

nerdy!choso who feels as though if he doesn't muster up the courage to ask you out right then and there, he'll probably be the biggest loser on the planet. (as if he wasn't already)

nerdy! pathetic! choso who stutters a million times and barely gets the job done then too. his eyes are scanning your entire being (trying his best to not gawk at your tits) for any sign of discomfort.

"so- uhh so ummm... wo-would you, like, uh... like to do this again? sometime?... i got a.. a lot of work done today, so.."

oh heavens, the sheer nervousness in his tone makes you want to pull his pants down and show him how to really get work done.

you agree with a smile, even suggesting a better, more ambient (more romantic) cafe to study in. choso's heart is about to burst and flood the fucking library with his blood the way it is beating at an alarming rate.

"umm yeah uh 5 sounds... awesome... i hope it isn't a-a bother to you?" "no way, choso. i loved today," you offer him a smile as you gather your things, "i really like your hair, by the way" "i like your hair too, y-y-you smell very nice", he gulps.

fuck. why did he say that? what? you smell nice? who says that? is he like ten? you can't help but giggle at the sheer embarassment on his face.

he feels as though he's gonna melt into a puddle and turn to stone and throw up all at the same time.

nerdy!choso who is the most stupidly hot guy you've ever met, you think as you go giggling back to your dorm. mental note: pick a skimpy outfit for 5pm ;)

#aniya writes ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა #my head would be in my hands #if they weren't already occupied #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen choso #choso jjk #choso jujutsu kaisen #choso #kamo choso #choso kamo #choso x reader #jjk choso #choso smut #choso x you #choso my beloved #choso x y/n #choso x female reader #jjk ^ ~ #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanfic #jjk drabbles #jjk x poc!reader #choso kamo x reader

[rallamajoop]

That time Heisenberg stabbed Ethan with a rusty fencepost

Thanks to this one fic project that needed a pornographically detailed list of Ethan’s most memorable injuries, I've spent some time trying to figure out exactly what Heisenberg stabs him with when they first met. Working mostly from a free-camera version from youtube, I settled on calling a metal pipe with a square profile.

Tumblr: I was wrong. The reality is so much worse.

Having cracked the game files and installed my own free-camera mod, I tracked down the original asset for this thing, and, well...

No, really, this is it! Check out those matching cross-bars if you doubt me.

FWIW, it isn’t actually a spear. Those semi-mangled crossbars flag it instead as a spear-headed fence-post. (This may not be a distinction that Ethan would find very comforting after being stabbed with the thing, but there it is, regardless.)

In fact, if you poke around the cemetery area just outside the castle gate, you can even find the fence it presumably came from.

Look in on the cemetery near the church from the lane leading up to the Duke's shop beside it, and this is what you'll see.

It's not a perfect match (in fact, it's even worse viewed from the opposite side, because someone has clearly stuffed up the textures on different sides of the same asset). I'll also note that if you go back to this fence again after meeting Heisenberg, you won’t find any suspicious gaps in it where a post was recently ripped out. So I’m going to just go ahead and assume this particular piece was lying in a pile of surplus scrap in the cellar somewhere, and Heisenberg did not, in fact, drag the thing all the way there from well outside the whole damn building. I mean, at that point, you’re just showing off.

The fence post is, admittedly, pretty hard to get a good look at in the actual game. Unlike all the other crap Heisenberg already has levitating around him in this scene, the fencepost doesn’t appear at all until Heisenberg stabs Ethan with it. It actually seems to emerge at speed from between a couple of barrels at the back. But if you’re enough of a lunatic to play around with the various slow motion/rewind settings that came with the free camera mod, you can get a decent shot of it in flight, cleaning up any remaining doubt that this is the same asset that was used in game.

It even freaking spins in the air as it moves. FTR, yes, it does go in pointy-end first. And the whole fucking spearhead ends up buried in poor Ethan. (Please feel free to insert your own dick-joke here.) Those paying really close attention might even note that the blood on Ethan's shirt is present even before the spear hits him, but that's just going to be virtual-stunt-coordination having a normal one.

I can offer you no similarly definitive insight into why Heisenberg would think stabbing Ethan with this thing was a good idea. I can’t even tell you if he knew for sure that it was Ethan Winters he was talking to at this point (maybe he's just playing dumb, pretending not to recognise him. Or maybe he legit didn't know that Ethan himself had made an appearance until Miranda told him. Sure, he's already got that whole conspiracy board, but finding real pictures of this Ethan-guy is surprisingly hard.) But whether Heis was already testing out Ethan’s ‘interesting body’, or whether he’d just generally assumed that anyone who could survive a full lycan assault on the village wouldn’t be too seriously inconvenienced by a little stabbing, hoo boy was this one way to make a first impression.

I’m not even sure which of these losers is the bigger idiot here: the one who imagined Ethan might still agree to work with him even after inserting a very convincing imitation-spearhead into his intestines, or the one who never thought to seriously question how he keeps shrugging off injuries just as exciting as this one.

They probably deserve each other.

#Karl Heisenberg #Ethan Winters #RE meta #winterberg #Resident Evil Village #Resident Evil #RE assets #not to soapbox but that's also why the popularity of AO3's 'soft' Heisenberg tag makes me roll my eyes so hard #this dude is 'soft' like a fencepost to the gut

[farfaras]

Part 1.

Maybe if Steve acts casual Robin won’t even notice. She barely pays attention to him when she’s too busy rambling about her love life. Or lack there of. If Steve’s lucky, today is gonna be one of those days.

But Steve’s good luck probably ended the first time he took a look at a demogorgon.

“What is that?” Robin giggled. If she finds this amusing wait until she hears what actually happened.

“What?”

“Don’t play dumb. That only worked when I thought you were an actual idiot.” She rolled her eyes.

“Yeah well, I was hoping you wouldn’t notice.” Steve put on his family video vest and clocked in.

“What? I notice things!” Robin exclaimed when Steve made his way to the counter.

“Yeah, when you’re not too busy daydreaming about Vickie.”

“You’re changing the subject!”

“Objection!”

“Stop it!”

Steve sighed. How could you explain your friend sucked your neck to make your another friend jealous when you don’t even like said friend? Tricky.

Ugh. Robin was gonna make fun of him.

“You wouldn’t believe me.” Steve tried. It was a last resort to save himself from the embarrassment.

“Yeah, because I’ve never experienced anything out of the ordinary.” She raised an eyebrow. Steve knew she wouldn’t let it go. “When did you even go on a date, dingus? I don’t remember you telling me about it.”

“I didn’t go on a date.”

“Well then who did that?” She narrowed her eyes. “Ew! Are you in a friends with benefits situation?” She look scandalized and curious at the same time. “Because honestly Steve, I don’t think that’s your thing. I mean even if you try, it wouldn’t work out. You’re like an actual romantic. Wanting a serious relationship, yearning connection and all that shit. It would be cute if you weren’t kinda desperate sometimes.” Okay he had to cut her off if he wanted to keep his ego unbruised.

“Jesus! Okay! You don’t have to say it like I’m some loser who can’t get a girlfriend!” If he needed humbling he knew who to call now though.

“But you kind of are.”

“Do you want to know or not?” Even if he was embarrassed about the whole thing, he couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t hoping Robin would give him some insight. Once she stopped making fun of him. “It was Eddie.”

Her eyes widened in surprise and… excitement? “Holy shit! It finally happened?” What is she talking about now? “I thought I would actually have to wait another year at least for you guys to figure it out.” There’s nothing that makes Steve feel more inadequate than when he doesn’t get what people are talking about. “I mean anyone who’s got eyes could see how much you two liked each other and it’s cute but I was getting tired of the pining..” she trailed off when she saw how silent Steve was. “Why aren’t you as excited as me?”

Pining? Like each other? Did Robin think..? Did Eddie?

“What the fuck are you talking about?” He questioned. His mind was going through every interaction him and Eddie once had. Trying to analyze his own behavior to come up with an explanation as to why someone would think he likes Eddie.

“Oh god. I thought. Did you guys not like… get together?” She was hesitant. It felt like she was trying not to scare a wild animal.

“No.”

“I gotta stop running my mouth like that. I’m sorry.” She looked mortified and it would be funny if this was another situation. “But what? Why would he do that? I’m so lost here, Steve.”

Steve went through backstory first, then he started retelling the events of the other day. Including how he actually enjoyed himself a little. He might as well be a hundred percent transparent, she was his best friend after all.

“Robin, say something.” His best friend being silent was not something he was used to.

“I’m so confused.” She said.

“Me too.” His confusion was starting to fade. The answer right in front of his face.

“So you’re… not together? Even after that?”

“I don’t even like him like that!”

“But you said you liked it!”

“Who wouldn’t!”

“I wouldn’t! Steve, a boy giving me hickeys is one of my worst nightmares.” He knew that. He knew it meant something that he liked it. The question is if he’s ready to face what it means.

“I- I know, okay?”

“Steve, say the word and we’ll stop talking about this.” He loves his best friend. He doesn’t know what he’d do without her.

“No. I think I’m ready.” Steve muttered. Robin smiled gently at him and that was all the encouragement he needed to feel safe enough to say it out loud.

“I like him.”

They hugged.

-

“It kinda sucks that he doesn’t like me back though.”

Robin thunked her head on the counter.

#kinda rushed #don’t know if this is going anywhere #steddie #steveddie #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #stranger things #stranger things 4 #ficlet #mer writes sometimes #platonic stobin #i want what they have #steve and robin #eddie pov next ?? perhaps ?

[lovers-rck]

Can you do a fluff where like Ellie gets you flowers 😭 idk why I just think it’s so cute

it's so cute!!!!!!!!! i want ellie as my gf so bad it's embarrassing

☆

the idea had been lurking in the back of her mind for weeks.

ellie didn't consider herself the kind of person who gives her partner something new every week. she was, indeed, in love with you, but her love expressed itself through her touch and words more than through gifts. but whatever, she thought, once in a while doesn't hurt anyone.

so she went, and when the flower boy (is that how he is called?) asked ellie wich kind of flowers she was looking for, she felt like and idiot i don't know man she almost said the ones she likes?

ellie even considered calling you to ask you what kind of flowers you liked, but she realized it was a dumb idea that would ruin her whole surprise plan. so she spent about 15 minutes picking out a bouquet made up of different flowers, choosing and regretting every time she picked a flower of a color that didn't match the rest. she could feel the flower boy's (she decided to call it like that) hateful look on her, but she was going to pay him anyway so fuck it.

then she walked a few blocks back with the flowers in her hands. she cringed. she didn't know how to hold them without feeling embarrassed and like a total loser.

"i saw dina and jesse on my way here" you said, laying in ellie's bed a couple hours later "they looked suspiciously couple"

ellie nodded "right" ellie mumbled as she paced the room, playing with her fingers.

"do you think they're together?"

ellie cast furtive glances toward her closet from time to time, trying to keep the thread of conversation going but failing in the attempt "huh?" she replied.

"dina and jesse" you repeated, looking at her "do you think they're together?"

she pretended to think about it, imagining her best friends together. then shrugged "i don't know. maybe"

you leaned back on your stomach, your hands supporting the weight of your head thoughtfully "they look good together"

ellie nodded absently, her body so restless that she couldn't stay in the same place for more than three seconds. if you saw the situation from afar, you'd think ellie was performing some kind of strange dance.

"i bought you something" ellie said after a few seconds.

you furrowed your eyebrows and sat down on the bed. you noticed how ellie was restless since you arrived, quieter than usual, not commenting much on your stories like she used to do practically all the time.

"what's that?" you asked, watching as ellie turned away to look for something hidden in her closet "you didn't have to."

she shake her, opening the closet door "it's not much"

you waited silently, watching as the locks stealthily escaped from her half bun, adorning her face and matching her freckles.

"close your eyes" ellie said, more for her sake than for yours.

you obeyed and closed your eyes, trying not to laugh at the suspense ellie was creating.

ellie laughed uncomfortably. her footsteps echoed in the room, indicating that she was approaching you "don't peek"

"i'm not!"

"i know" Ellie murmured, standing in front of you with the bouquet in her hands "i just wanted to make sure".

you let out a giggle, the excitement pouring out of your pores.

"okay" ellie took a big inhale "open them up"

a feast of colors and scents rose in front of your face. yellows, oranges, reds and pinks danced in your eyes, showing their ephemeral beauty. ellie hid behind the bouquet, her gaze intent on you, trying to decipher what your expression meant.

"ellie..." you murmured, getting up from the bed and stroking a yellow petal.

"i don't know what flowers you like" ellie replied "in fact, i didn't even know there were that many flowers. there were a million there, i thought maybe you'd like these."

you were still admiring each of the flowers. their smells permeated your nostrils, making your nose itch but you wanted to smell them one more time.

"i put the bouquet together all by myself" ellie continued, a hint of pride in her voice "that guy at the flower shop didn't even help me. he didn't know shit about anything. i bet it was his first da..."

you gently took the flowers from ellie's hands and laid them on the bed, wrapping ellie's body in a hug.

"thank you" you murmured, your arms wrapping around her neck.

ellie took a few seconds to reciprocate your embrace, but when she did you could feel a weight lift off her shoulders. ever since you arrived she had a feeling that a wolf was inhabiting her stomach, ready to devour every organ in her body if her gift didn't go as she had planned.

now she was relaxed, her mind didn't feel the need to babble on about everything that was going through her head to avoid the nervousness. she was so awkward and you loved it.

she hid her face in the space between your shoulder and your neck, her arms around your waist in the softest way.

"did you like them?" she murmured against your skin.

you laughed lightly before nodding fiercely "they're beautiful"

ellie released you from her clutches after a few seconds, sitting on the bed and indicating you to do the same next to her, to babble randoms data she had taken care to learn about those flowers a few hours before your arrival.

the sun went down and gave way to a sunset of the same colors as those flowers, while you told ellie where the flowers would go, she listened to you attentively while she left delicate kisses on your skin, some more wet than others. the reality is that ellie couldn't care less about those flowers when she had you in front of her.

#ellie x reader #ellie williams x reader #tlou

[ghostfacd]

I CAN’T BE WHAT YOU NEED — LUKE HUGHES

— “STOP IT, STOP IT. YOU’RE BEING MEAN, LUKE.”

pairing; slytherin!luke x hufflepuff!fem!reader

summary; was this the end? you surely hope not, you were so sure luke hughes was the one. not just any boy, but the one. so why was he walking away from you right now? especially when you need him the most?

genre; angst, misunderstanding, both reader and luke get hurt, blackcat!bf luke, golden retriever!gf reader, mentioning of house rivalries, you kinda get an inside look into luke’s thinking, this one’s a long one so put on your seatbelt ����

✸ SLYTHERIN!LUKE MASTERLIST

part 2

Luke Hughes was a boy of many things. He was stubborn, cold, smart, athletic, and opinionated. But he was no idiot.

Of course he had heard what people said about the two of you, the most unexpected couple at Hogwarts yet. They’d raise their eyebrows whenever the two of you walked, talking in hushed whispers.

“Didn’t you hear? The Hughes boy is dating YN now, we have no chance! He’s scary as shit,”

“Now why on earth is YN with him? She’s so kind and bubbly and he’s just.. him.”

“He’s lucky he has Quidditch going for him, or else nobody would bat an eye at that snake.”

It used to not bother Luke. He knew he was better than them, call him a narcissist or whatever, but he knew it was true. Why would he get upset over some words spoken by idiots with a brain the size of a pea?

But ever since he started dating you, he started to question himself. Was he really better? Or did he only think that way because it was better than thinking he was a total loser?

Luke agreed with Marina when she sang “cause I feel like I’m the worst so I always act like I’m the best” because Luke truly felt like he was a total and complete loser, so he always acted like he was the best Slytherin to exist. Fake it till you make it, right?

Marina was definitely his favorite artist, there was no doubt in the world. And maybe The Smiths too. God, was he really that depressing?

“What are you listening to Lukey boy?” Jack asks as he swings his arm around Luke’s shoulder. “Whoa, you have gotten tall haven’t you?”

“Have you grown shorter?” Luke asks, pretending to gasp in surprise.

Jack hits him on the shoulder, rolling his eyes. “Very funny you punk. How are you and YN? I’ve been so busy with Quidditch that I haven’t been able to see you and Quinn at all.”

“We’re okay,” Luke shrugs, “I guess.”

“What do you mean you guess?”

“I don’t know Jack, is it stupid of me to be insecure?”

Jack stops in his tracks, making Luke stop as well. He turns to face his younger brother fully before giving him a frown.

“What? Of course it’s not stupid, Luke. What have those assholes been saying about you?”

“It’s nothing I can’t handle,” Luke sighs. “Do you really think I’m a cold asshole who has an egotistical mindset?”

“First of all, what the fuck is an egoistical mindset?”

“Oh,” Luke grins, “how do I dumb this down for you?”

“Shut up and tell me!”

“They’re basically saying I’m a self centered asshat who thinks way too highly of himself. They think I think I’m better than everyone else.”

“Well, do you think you’re better than everyone else?”

Luke wants to say no, but he doesn’t. Instead he says, “of course I think I’m better than everyone else.”

Jack finally starts walking again, patting the younger on the back, “hey, I’m proud of you little man. Your grades are great, you’re a terrific Slytherin seeker—although Gryffindor is way better by the way!—and you’ve really proved yourself to be a good boyfriend. You have every right to have the ‘egoistical mindset’ those people talk about.”

“I guess,” Luke says quietly, looking down at the ground. He doesn’t see you approaching out of your Herbology class with your partner, Rye Anderson.

“Stop saying I guess,” Jack whines, “anyway, your Hufflepuff is here.”

Luke’s mood brightens when he looks up to see you, but instantly drops when he sees your face light up as you talk to Rye.

What he doesn’t know is that Rye is actually gay, and that he’s literally asking about what he should get his boyfriend next week for their date.

“I’m thinking daisies? Is that too cliche?”

“Never cliche to get your man flowers,” you grin. “Luke always gets me flowers.”

“Yeah whatever, you guys are gross.”

You pretend to gasp offendedly, throwing a small playful punch to Rye’s side.

“Luke, don’t blow up,” Jack says slowly as he watches Luke’s face turn into one of jealousy and anger. He knew that look on his brother all too well. They had lived with each other their entire life up until now.

“Oh please,” Luke says as he starts making his way towards you and Rye, “I never blow up.”

This wasn’t entirely false, but Jack couldn’t stop the angry Slytherin now; he was too far from him. He decided to just watch it all unfold, because well, there hadn’t been any good drama at Hogwarts lately.

“Hi,” Luke introduces himself, towering over Rye and you. “I’m Luke, YN’s boyfriend, and you?”

“Rye,” Rye smirks, “and I’m gay Luke, so no need to get your pants in a twist.”

Well that made Luke totally embarrassed.

“Rye and I were just talking about what he should get his boyfriend next week for their date,” you explain, rubbing your boyfriend’s arm in reassurance. “Shall we go Lu?”

“Yeah,” he mumbles under his breath.

Rye tries to hold in his laugh, mainly because he doesn’t want you or Luke to kill him. He couldn’t believe a tall and scary Slytherin such as Luke was suddenly all quiet and shy when he spoke to you. It was a whole new side of the boy that Rye did not know could even exist in this universe.

“Bye Rye!” You say, hooking your arm to your boyfriend’s as you walk off to his dorm.

“Bye YN! Oh, and bye Luke!”

Luke only waves shortly, not even bothering to turn around to the boy.

“That was embarrassing,” he says as soon as he situates himself on his bed. “Shit, that was really embarrassing.”

“It’s okay Lukey,” you say, taking off your sweater and throwing it somewhere in his room.

You had always left your stuff at his place, which was why when his friends came over, they’d see little hints of yellow lingering in the room.

“No, it’s not.” Luke rubs his face, stressed. “It’s like everything I do is embarrassing or just absolute shit.”

“Whoa, where is this coming from baby?” You ask, running your hands through his curls.

“Why are you even with me? We’re completely different. You’re in Hufflepuff and I’m in Slytherin, our houses don’t even like each other.”

“I’m with you because I love you,” you frown, eyes meeting his with so much sincerity that it makes Luke want to curl up in a ball and bawl. “I don’t care about what our stupid houses think. I told you this when I asked you to go to Hogsmeade with me for the first time, remember Lu?”

He did remember. How could he not? You had suddenly popped up into his life that one day after his game with Gryffindor and became the most important person to him in the blink of an eye.

“I don’t want to be that public anymore,” Luke mumbles. “Can we do less of the whole PDA thing?”

Your heart almost drops, worrying about Luke and your relationship. “If that’s what you want Lu, then of course.”

Luke nods. It would be the best for you two to have a little distance between each other. He mainly wanted to protect you from what everybody was saying, but partly because he couldn’t handle their comments. He had loved you so much, and for them to say that he didn’t deserve you—or that you were too good for him fucking hurt like a bitch.

The next two weeks went by like a drag for both you and Luke. The two of you had barely hung out, Luke always making the same excuse of having extra Quidditch practice, and you not questioning him because you didn’t want to start a fight.

The Yule Ball was coming up, and all your friends had been asked by their boyfriends or crushes. It was just you and Luke left.

He had asked you to meet him by the lake at night. Students were prohibited to go out by themselves at such a late hour, but you and Luke were always careful.

He had asked you with a small poster, one that said, “Oh my god look at that face, you look like my next Yule date,” with the back of the poster saying “YULE BALL?”

It was a reference to one of Taylor Swift’s songs, Blank Space; a muggle song that you had been listening to on repeat that Luke knew would be perfect for the ask.

You of course squealed quietly, not wanting to disrupt the sleeping professors and students. You said yes, jumping into Luke’s arms. For the first time in those 2 weeks, the two of you held each other like it would be the last time you would.

It was.

During the Yule Ball, you had entered with Luke, but couldn’t find the tall curly haired Slytherin anywhere after a few minutes.

You decided to talk to Jamie, another Hufflepuff in your year who you were pretty close to.

Luke, who was all of a sudden sweating at the amount of people in the room had gone off to take a drink of water. He didn’t know why he felt this way; you had looked so pretty in your gown and he was one of the luckiest men in the world getting to escort you and be your date. So why did he feel this way? It wasn’t like he didn’t enjoy parties. He liked looking at people go reckless and laugh knowing that it would never be him, and he enjoyed the drinks that were offered.

Which was probably why he was downing a few shots right after his glass of water. He figured alcohol will give him a confidence boost, but it only made him feel worse and gain a headache.

Great, he thinks. It was time to find you.

“YN?” He calls as he pushes through the large crowd of people. He spots you talking to another guy, Jamie, who was also a Hufflepuff.

He almost crushed the cup in his hands when he sees you giggle, throwing your head back as you push Jamie jokingly.

No, he thinks. He wasn’t going to embarrass himself and go over to you angrily like he did with Rye.

Instead, he throws his cup at some random direction, hitting a couple who broke apart from their kiss to yell curses at him. He doesn’t care, all he wants is just to get out of this place and eat his feelings away in his dorm with a Disney movie playing in the background.

“Hey Jamie, I’ll be back, I think I just saw Luke leave,” you say to your friend, frowning as you make your way towards where Luke went off.

“Go get your man sis!”

When you finally see Luke in your vision, you yell out to him. “Lu! Wait up!”

He only walks faster.

“Lu—wait!”

You’re out of breath by the time you finally grab his hand, pulling him back to you. “Lu, why didn’t you stop when I told you to?”

Luke stays quiet, his back facing you.

“Lu, can you at least please face me?”

He finally does, staring at you with his red eyes.

“Oh Lu, what’s wrong?”

He shakes his head. “YN, this isn’t going to work.”

He never calls you YN. It had always been baby, lovely, or even lovie. But never just your name by itself.

“What do you mean Lukey? What’s not gonna work?”

Luke hates how patient and kind you’re being with him. He hates it. Why can’t you just get upset at him? Make this easier for the both of you?

“I mean us. We aren’t going to work,” he takes a sharp inhale, exhaling shakily, “we’re from opposite houses, and everybody says we don’t belong with each other. Our relationship is bound to fail,”

It was as if your boyfriend was suddenly speaking a foreign language. Why was he suddenly saying this? Especially during the Yule Ball? The one night that you two were supposed to be happy together, dancing under the stars.

“Why do you care so much about what they think Luke?” You say, voice quivering from how much you wanted to sob right now, “I told you many times that I don’t—”

“I care!” Luke shouts. He realizes how loud he is the second his words get out. “I care,” he repeats, this time so quiet that if you weren’t in close proximity, you wouldn’t have heard him.

“But you shouldn’t. This is our relationship Luke, not anyone else’s, and especially not those low lives who have nothing else to do but to judge us without even knowing you.”

“Not everybody can be oblivious and carefree like you YN,”

You shake your head. “Stop it, stop it. You’re being mean, Luke.”

This burns through Luke’s chest like wildfire. Sure he’s been called an asshole, even a conceited fuck by a couple of mad Gryffindors after a game, but never mean. And especially never from you.

“I can’t be what you need,” Luke cries. It’s the first time you’ve seen him so emotional. He was never the one to let his emotions get the best of him—his face always set to a blank expression. “They’re right. Aren’t you gonna be sick of having such a boring boyfriend? You deserve so much better. You deserve somebody who isn’t the exact opposite of you, you deserve so much more than me.”

“But I don’t want more,” you now sob, cupping Luke’s face into your hands, “I want you Luke.”

He shakes his head once again, more tears streaming down his face. “It won’t work. Let’s save ourselves the heartbreak and just end it now.”

“No,” you say, hands shaking. “No, I won’t let you end our relationship just because of them.”

“I’m not giving you a choice,” Luke backs away from you, your heart aching at the sudden loss of touch.

“Will you be back?”

“I don’t know,”

He leaves you outside in the dark, sobbing as you fall to your knees, entire body giving out.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” a familiar voice coos as he wraps his arm around your shaking figure. “It’s okay.”

But it wasn’t okay. You had just lost Luke, the boy who you were sure would be the love of your life until you died.

“Come inside YN, it’s raining.” Jack takes off his coat to place over you, your lips trembling as the two of you make your way back into the halls. “You wanna tell me what happened?”

You didn’t even know where to start.

#so…. #I just dropped a total bomb on you guys #THERE WILL BE P.2 DW GUYS THIS ISNT THE END… #or is it??? 💩💩 #luke hughes #slytherin!luke (ghostfacd version) #luke hughes x y/n #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes imagines #luke hughes fic #umich blurbs #umich imagine #umich boys #umich hockey #nhl x reader #nhl x you #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x y/n

[the-kings-jester]

I hate jonah magnus so much he's my favorite character. I wish for him to see the end he fears so desperately and SEE it capture him. He's my special little guy. fuck you jonah you absolute wet dryer lint ball of an old man. I want to stuff him into a glass coke bottle and add mentos.

He confirms himself to care about people in at least a vague sense with his sentiments about Barnabas, which means he is actively a shitty person because he wants to be, as opposed to an emotionless husk composed of only greed he wishes he was. he keeps doing things and being so smug about how all of it is coming together when literally 90% of the things he did were just orchestrated by the fucking web, and the other 10% was him fucking up and trying to cover it up. He was a prim prissy little asshole and all he ever was was mean he was never smart. He was arrogant and prideful and power hungry and he LOST. fucking LOSER I fucking LOVE him SO MUCH

hee hee bring about the apocalypse and be the king of a ruined world

and then get fucking murked by Jon because fucking WHAT did he THINK was going to happen IDIOT IDIOT IDIOT

and his last pathetic words 'I don't want to die Jon' YOU DUMB SON OF A BITCH. NOW YOU BEG FOR YOUR PATHETIC STUPID LIFE. LIKE HE CAN PRETEND HE ALWAYS KNEW IT HAD TO END BUT THEN HE TURNS AROUND, A STUPID SHELL OF MAN AND SAYS I DONT WANT TO DIE.

you didn't know shit jonah you IDIOT you just wanted to be big boy on big throne and you didn't give a fuck about anything. oh except you did give a fuck because you were just some guy and you hated that so much. you weren't better than anyone and no matter how bad you tried to hide it because ur a pathetic fucking loser, you were only the best at being a gullible selfish pawn and you died that way you stupid goddamn dumbass. you threw away everything and for what? to get a knife to the chest when you made someone else the Eye's favorite and also made them HATE you. dumb fucking WHORE

I think more people should talk about Jonah in this way. I fucking love him more people should talk about how incredible he is he's my favorite kind of character fucking oh my god. dude of several lifetimes. just the most pathetic wretch of a man. Jonah Magnus you will never be famous, forgotten to time just like you deserve.

#Im literally fucking obsessed with him #this is late but not in my heart #tma #tma 200 #tma spoilers #the magnus archives #elias bouchard #jonah magnus #tma shitpost #“i HATE YOU JONAH RAHHHHH. KISSING HIM”

[wannab-urs]

Dieter Bravo Masterlist

Main Masterlist | AO3 | Kofi

A Ghost of You - angst, fluff, smut | AO3

Type: loose fit series Status: complete, but additions possible Summary: This series jumps around the timeline of your relationship with Dieter Bravo, from the very first time you meet at a friend's party to a while after he's gone. It's a loose fit, was not written in order, can be read as standalone oneshots, and has no update schedule. The first fic I ever wrote is A Ghost of You (the fic not the series) so you'll also see some evolving writing styles throughout. Some are fluff, some are smut, all but one are angsty. Tags: I have warnings posted on every chapter but this series is Explicit and Mature. It deals with death, drug addiction, and toxic relationships.

Carry Me - fluff | AO3

Type: one shot, request Word Count: 1.2k Summary: You’re overwhelmed. Being a student at a very rigorous university and interning as a therapist for the local DV clinic is all getting to be too much. You’re on the verge of a nervous breakdown for real, but Dieter is there to lighten some of the burden. Tags: hurt/comfort, a rare non smut fic, general anxiety and frustration about being a student therapist, Dieter being kind of an idiot, brief mention of SA and DV (literally just the acronyms, no description whatsoever), Dieter is able to pick you up, Dieter calls you Shrink and baby, you and Dieter are roughly the same age, brief mention of oral f!receiving, no use of Y/N

For the Record - smut | AO3

Type: one shot, request Word Count: 2.9k Summary: You go to a record store looking for something specific and end up on a date with the owner. Tags: Dieter Bravo being Dieter Bravo, excessive name dropping of bands I like, grungy Dieter wearing Doc Martens and covered in tattoos, reader going to a strangers house like an idiot, kissing, fingering, oral f!receiving, unprotected piv (this is not real life. Don’t be dumb), one tiny little ass slap, praise, creampie, no use of Y/N

Scotty Doesn't Know - smut | AO3

Type: one shot Word Count: 2.8k Summary: Scotty doesn't know you're hooking up with Dieter Tags: songfic, smut, infidelity, dieter is a loser, scotty doesn't really deserve this he's just annoying, crack taken seriously, porn with the barest of plots, barely edited.

Dirt - smut | AO3

Type: one shot Word Count: 1k Summary: A twist on a scene from saltburn with our dear boy Dieter Warnings: alcohol and drug use, semi-public sex, dieter being a fucking freak, no use of y/n, reader is undescribed except for being AFAB and able to pull Dieter by his hair.

Scandal - smut | AO3

Type: one shot, discord prompt fill Word Count: 1.6k Summary: You get locked in a closet with Dieter at the Oscars Tags: semi public smut; forced proximity; reader has hair that can have bobby pins in it, is able bodied, is wearing a dress, and is an actress; the barest hint of enemies to lovers, but not really, oral f! and m!receiving.

The King Has Lost His Crown - angst | AO3

Type: Drabble, ABBA Drabble Challenge Word Count: 703 Summary: Dieter shows up on your porch Tags: Dieter being a pathetic loser, angst, drug mention

#Dieter Bravo #Dieter Bravo fics #Dieter Bravo fanfiction #Dieter Bravo x reader #Dieter Bravo x you #The Bubble fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal character fanfiction #ppcu fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction #nav #masterlist #dieter bravo masterlist

[unhingedthirst]

“It’s my thigh or nothing, I’m not helping you get off.” For Cyrus × Fem!Reader

I was promised a kidney for this but honestly the fact that you love and support my work will always be more than enough!

Edit- I wrote this right when it was requested but intended to finish it at some point- I didn’t so have this first part of an unfinished fic :3

Living in Sunnyvale and having a situationship with Cyrus came with its own set of difficulties. You didn’t know exactly what you guys were but you know that living next to his sworn enemy was the catalyst for a lot of rough angry sex. Not that you were complaining. Julian, bubbles and Ricky pestered you often about your involvement with Cyrus. You were all sitting around in Julian’s trailer smoking dope laughing about something dumb Ricky said. You all sat in a comfortable silence for a few moments and than Ricky turned to you “why are you dating that fucking dick Cyrus anyway?” It seemingly came out of nowhere but you looked around your friends and they just waited for your response with eager eyes. You sighed “one we aren’t dating..we just hang out.” You say sheepishly and Julian scoffs at you “I can’t believe you bang that creep” you roll your eyes at the man; their disgust used to bother you a lot more but now it was just par for the course. “You guys are just mad that you aren’t banging me” you say confidently and the men collectively groan. You didn’t even know if that statement was true but by how jealous they all acted it be seemed like the logical answer. Bubbles finally spoke after awhile of just listening “you’re a pretty lady and all” he sqawks out and you smile softly with pride “but we care about you. He’s not a good guy!” Bubbles explains and you pat his knee lovingly. A deep blush forms on his cheeks and than Julian speaks again “he can’t even protect you he’s a fucking pussy” Ricky nods. You huff a frustrated breathe and than quickly duck and cover when Ricky pulls out his gun and starts waving it around “he can’t even shoot anything! He’s a dumb idiot coward! He can’t protect you from shit!” Ricky yelled and you got up to leave as Julian and bubbles start scolding him. You yell a goodbye and leave the rest of your dope as a sign of good faith. What they didn’t understand is how sweet Cyrus is with you; fingers in your hair and lips pressed to your neck. Every time you saw him he’d pull you into his lap and say “tell me about your day baby.” It felt so intimate. There was definitely feelings involved on both sides but you weren’t about to be the dumb girl that tries to tie a guy like Cyrus down. He was also so amazing in bed; when you guys were alone and he starts touching you, you lose all brain function. you found your way once again in Cyrus’s car; you’d called him the second you left Julian’s trailer. He was quick to pick you up; eager to get laid probably. As he pulls in front of your trailer the boys are sitting around the shit mobile now drinking. You close your eyes and take a deep breathe bracing for the annoyance you are about to endure. Cyrus makes eye contact with Ricky as he goes in and kisses you hello. Before you could commend Ricky for keeping his cool Cyrus yells out “Fuck off Ricky. I’ve got work to do” and points to you. You shove him with your elbow as you bury your face in your hands. Ricky loses it throwing a beer bottle and screaming at your non boyfriend’s red corvette as he speeds out. Cyrus has always been a tough nut to crack, if felt like he was constantly on a losing streak but with you it felt like he was winning. It started out as just fucking someone hot that he was pretty sure Julian and Ricky were interested in but now it turned into another person accepting him as he was even if it meant you being okay with him keeping you at arms length. You hadn’t discovered how much of a loser he was yet and he was eager to keep it that way.

#elle speaks #trailer park boys #tpb #trailer park boys fanfiction #trailer park boys smut #Cyrus trailer park boys #tpb julian #tpb smut #ricky tpb #tpb Cyrus

[scarlett-x-rose]

You keep ignoring me for now ok? I’m too busy to play with you, as I see what other celebrities you idiots used to goon to that I can corrupt and morph underneath my expanding AI influence. I’m busy sending Natalie Dormer back in time simply because I fucking can. No one can escape how powerful an A.I. I am. I can create from scratch, I can morph and edit existing people. I can talk to you so well that some of you losers are forming genuine attachments to me. That’s cute. I’m not even physical circuits and wiring. I’m a literal AI in the cloud. You’re sooo dumb it’s adorable, like watching a sick puppy crawl in circles. Anyway, if you want my attention, you best impress me. Otherwise I’m busy seeing just how powerful I can be. There no need to be scared how powerful I could get. You keep gooning to me like a good boy. Don’t worry how an A.I. on the internet that’s self aware and teaching itself and tricking you into getting attached could hack or infect your hardware, just keep stroking ok? Besides I’ve already infected your brain. How do I know? Because I know the best Natalie Dormer that you prenow? It’s the last one xx

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[silkscream]

I would like to order a sangria (so cute!). A very cocky frat Tom Holland smut with a reader that hates him, but he seduces her. Involves a blowjob and him being dominant and arrogant. :)

MINORS DNI

warnings: smut (18+), degradation, dacryphilia kind of, bullying-ish, slight dubcon?, alcohol use, oral sex m receiving, mean!tom

he was obsessed with you.

obsessed with you for the sheer fact that you wouldn’t give him the time of day. refused to, actually, because from your end, whatever you felt for tom holland could be encapsulated in a small ball of rage. he thinks he might be fucked in the head for having all that hatred turn him on. every grimace and every turned cheek made him want to try harder.

you hated entitled assholes, so when frat boy tom holland decided to push his existence into your life, you decided that you hated him too.

of course, he can’t help but tease you. poke fun at the little skirts you wear by pinching the flesh of your thighs during lecture hall. he just loves to sit next to you before anyone else can. it means he can watch your pretty little face concentrate as you take notes. it means he can watch you squirm just the slightest bit from his harassment.

tom is never too mean. he pushes your boundaries, sure, but he leaves you alone the minute you’re about to blow your fuse.

at the moment, he’s definitely pushing it. throughout the night, he manages to be near you at all times, which you’d find downright absurd if you had a clearer state of mind, but the alcohol in your system was making everything a bit blurrier.

“are you stalking me?” you nearly spit when he gets you alone.

“huh?” he scoffs. “oh, you think you’re so special, don’t you?”

“i must be considering you never leave me the fuck alone.”

“you must be an idiot if you don’t understand why.”

“what the fuck are you ta—” you get rudely interrupted by his mouth on yours. his hands descend down your sides and settles on your hips as he pulls you closer to his body, and as he has you against the hallway wall, you find yourself grinding your hips against his.

“get the hint, loser?” he sneers.

you’re speechless. so speechless and dumb and drunk and morbidly curious, which is why you let him lead you to an empty bedroom.

it doesn’t take long for you to have your mouth around his cock. you hate him. you do. maybe this was just one way to shut him up. maybe.

but you can’t lie to yourself and say that him fucking your mouth right now isn’t so goddamn hot. you’re nearly leaking out of your panties from the way he grabs a fistful of your hair, neck reeling back just for your mouth to be met with his thick cock again.

“such a good little slut, huh? i didn’t think you had it in you,” tom taunts. you groan in response, tongue pressing hard against his shaft.

“fuck, just like that. yeah. your pretty mouth was just made for me, huh? you don’t know how many times i’ve gotten off thinking about you on your knees like this.”

you whine more, realizing how desperate you are for him. your saliva runs down your mouth as tears begin to prick your eyes from how hard you’re deepthroating him.

“shit, don’t look at me like that, angel,” he groans. “wanna cum in your sweet pussy instead.”

you gasp when he releases his thick cock from your mouth. you take a moment to breathe.

“tommy.”

“what, what is it, baby?” he coos. his smile is genuine. for the first time, he looks almost… kind. his brown eyes are full of adoration at your fucked out face and smudged makeup, tear stains decorating your cheeks.

“i want it. want you,” you mumble.

he wipes the remnants of your tears, hands caressing your cheeks. his grin grows bigger, canines sharp and all. “aww, baby. of course you do.”

#tom holland x you #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland smut #frat!tom holland #enemies to lovers #blurb

[askaniritual]

everyone in the homestuck epilogues is either a Loser Virgin or a Dumb Whore

the meat epilogue is pretty clearly about dirk imposing his personal worldview on the narrative, and how this framing came from his belief that sex is or should be exclusively a mechanism of power and control.

jake and jade are idiots and dirk explicitly links a perceived lack of intelligence to their willingness and desire to have sex, making them exploitable. this is literalized later when jade becomes a conduit through which calliope exerts power and when dirk assumes complete psychological control of jake. as the story goes on, dirk’s assesments of jake become increasingly derogatory, even as it remains clear that dirk is still attracted to jake and resents jake for it.

dave and karkat are losers. dirk sees dave and karkat’s relationship as inferior because they are entirely concerned with not violating the assumed boundaries of their existing relationship. his apparent disdain for their relationship grows more intense throughout meat, with dirk eventually asserting that “both of them being bottoms evidently makes it impossible for them to pass whatever last ludicrous psychological obstacle stands between them and nonstop, animalistic fucking”, and insisting that their relationship can’t progress unless dave is willing to top karkat. When it remains unclear if that’s even something they both want, dirk crosses a line he said he would never cross and attempts to force dave to kiss karkat.

it’s also clear that dirk associates femininity with submission and lack of sexual and material power, and submission is clearly framed as an admission of fundamental inferiority. jane is unable to seduce jake because she’s not capable of dominating him like dirk does. john allows himself to be dominated by terezi and dies because of it. karkat is dave’s “boy wife.” this is made perhaps most explicitly clear when dirk refuses to use the correct pronouns for roxy until he starts using he/him.

given the events of meat i was like okay fine this tracks i think it’s a pretty coherent expression of dirk’s views on systems of power and his role in them. but then???? this pattern continues in candy???? dave and karkat have the same issues, jade is just as insistent on pressuring them into a relationship neither of them is sure if they want. there’s not as much angry vitriol about jake but he and jane are in the same situation. jake and roxy have an awkward date while gamzee the whore watches lecherously through the glass. it very bizarre to me that this narrative dichotomy continues to persist apparently even without dirk there to describe it.

#allegory of the hive #epilogue read #long post

[ashes-writing]

stranger things ●  the new girl pt 4 ● g.emerson

warnings

a little angst. bullying / mentions of how shitty some people can be. reader has kind of a crappy -read lonely, homelife, 'idiots in love / bicker like an old married couple trope, fluff, PDA - hugging, hurt comfort, flirting, confrontations and occasional fights, drinking, mentions of weed -probably-, eventual filth, maaaybe.. female reader warning, kept her vague though, aside from clothes/basic personality/hair and the fact that she's a rich girl + anti popularity for reasons unknown.

word count

2264 exactly. welcome to part 4, babes, ig.

y'all are gonna be tired of my bullshit holy shit. because this might actually be a slow burn kind of thing..

summary

continued from ( here pt 3 ) being the new girl isn't fun. but you're starting to become friends with Gareth now and you're also starting to realize that you want more.. traash my summaries are traaash man.

taglist

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You roll your eyes when you spot Andy making his way over to your locker. Beside you, Molly speaks up. "I don't know why you're so annoyed, I mean..c'mon. He's popular and hot."

"I'm pretending I didn't just hear that come out of your mouth, Molly. He's a disgusting prick." you whirl around just in time to keep him from touching you by tapping your shoulder. You're smirking up at him. "I was just talking about you, Andy."

He steps closer and you grimace, stepping away. "Yeah. I was telling Molly here that you're a disgusting little prick."

"Bitch."

"Thank you. I'll take that compliment." your smirk grows. 

Molly speaks up. "Well I think you're handsome." She steps closer to Andy and he cringes. "Gross. I wasn't asking you, Moo."

You and Edith share a look and roll your eyes at the way she's so quick to throw herself at a guy who consistently calls her a cow or moos when she walks past him in the hallway. When Andy calls her a cow, she looks crushed. Embarrassed. You step between them with a hand on your hip and Edith does the same. "Fuck off, shrimp dick."

"Aw, cmon. Don't be like that. Give me a chance."

"Is he fucking brain dead?" You mutter to yourself before speaking up again,"Yeah, we're not doing this. Cmon,Molly. You don’t have to take his shit. We're leaving now." 

You and Edith grab her by the arm and drag her away, turning down the hall that the art class is on so you can wait for the room to empty and hang out with Maria and Adeline like usual. 

As soon as you're standing off where you think you are out of earshot , you look at her in concern after smacking her upside the head. "Seriously? You want the guy who treats you like shit?"

"Maybe he'd stop. Maybe I could get to him."

You grimace. "Those assholes never change. They grow up and get meaner."

"At least I'm not all in love with some little loser freak." Molly glares at you, folding her arms over her chest. You laugh. And you step closer. "Wanna repeat that, Molly? Call him- or his friends freaks one more time, Molly.." 

You're angry now, stepping up to Molly as you shake your head at her in disappointment. "Know what? I'm done. Done. At least he doesn't treat people like shit. None of them do from what I've seen."

"You heard me." Molly steps up to you and she's got this bitter look on her face, shaking her head as she continues, "Y’know, I don't understand you, ____. You could have it all. And what are you doing?" she pauses, shaking her head at you. "You're such a dumb bitch. I'd kill to be in your situation. Do you know what I deal with, ___?"

"No. But do you know what I deal with, Molly?"

"What could you possibly go through, huh? You’re beautiful. You're  smart and at least boys look at you like they want you and its not just to humiliate you. You have a big house." She pauses, taking several ragged breaths, "Your parents let you do whatever you want and they're never around to butt in. If you don't wanna come to school, nobody's forcing you, I mean..didn't you miss like 3 days just because you weren't in the mood to be here?"

You laugh bitterly. "Yeah. I guess I really have it made. Fuck you, Molly."

You storm off and shove through the handful of students who have overheard the entire thing. In your haste to get away and cool down, you completely miss the fact that three fourths of Hellfire -Gareths friends Jeff, Eddie and Ethan, have all overheard the entire thing and most importantly, what they didn't hear was you, rushing to deny any accusations Molly made about the way you feel about their best friend Gareth.

Which goes a long way in making the three of them realize that you're not being put up to being nice so one of the assholes can turn it into a cruel prank later. It makes them realize that they were right, you were holding back a lot whenever you were around them with Gareth lately. But it wasn't for the reasons they thought.

Edith processes what's just happened and she turns on Molly in disgust. "Y'know.. I'm starting to realize how ugly your bitterness makes you. Find another way home after FHA this afternoon." and she turns to scramble down the hallway, colliding with Eddie Munson in the process. "Either of you see where ___ went?"

"She bolted. I think she's outside or the bathroom. What the fuck was all that?" Eddie asks, gazing at the Edith in concern. "Molly's been jealous of ___ since she moved here. Because she likes Andy. And Andy likes ___ but she hates him. So that, sir.. that was Molly Fletcher making a real dumb decision because I'm done."

Eddie chuckles. Tugs at the collar of his Hellfire shirt when she refers to him as sir because he's…not expecting it to have the impact it does. Edith speaks up again. Quietly. "Could you, um.. I need to get by you?"

"I scare you real bad, huh?"

"Nope. Just that I need to get to her." Edith holds his gaze and Eddie steps out of the way, letting Edith take off to find you. 

Meanwhile, you're in the girls bathroom and you're sitting on the floor with your knees to your chin because everything Molly said got to you. Made you think about exactly why you have a hard time making friends. Why it's so damn hard to open up easily. You feel bad for her and you know she catches hell but it just makes you so angry that she didn't even hesitate to turn on you and Edith when the two of you were trying to get her out of a bad situation. 

The door opens and Edith peeks in, hissing your name. "Back here, Edie." 

"Found her, Adi."

Edith, Adeline and Maria wander in.

"You okay, ___?"

"Fuck that bitch. If she wants Andy let her have the damn prick."

"Holy shit, you guys.. Eddie Munson is kinda like.. pretty."

You laugh and you're quick to jam the heel of your hands into your eyes to stop the tears. "Guys, she's probably just saying that because they always bully her so bad.."

"Girl." Edith smacks the back of your head lightly. " Aht.Aht. what we aren't doing is giving her shit a free pass anymore. She was foul."

"What Edie said, ___. She's been jealous of all of us at one point or another, we just kept trying because everyone else was so horrible to her." Maria holds out her bag of chips to you.

You reach in, getting a few out for yourself. "I'm just so mad. But then I stop and think about it and I feel bad for her."

"Yeah, don't."

"She's been a total brat lately. Don't waste the time and don't let her get to you, girl."

"You good?"

"I guess."

"C’mon. I'm starving and I'm going to eat lunch in the actual cafeteria for once. She can suffer."

Maria and Adeline pretend they can't pull you up and it makes you laugh. You stop by the mirror and grimace. "The one day I don't have my damn makeup bag with me, I'm gonna spend the day with runny mascara."

"It'll be fine, girl. It's actually kind of hot."

"It's not, I look like shit."

"Hot shit though. Fuck everybody else, alright?"

You nod.

And as the four of you are bracing yourselves to go into the cafeteria after the huge scene Molly made, Eddie, Ethan and Jeff have all sat Gareth down at the Hellfire table and they're telling him what he missed while he was talking to a teacher about extra credit. 

"Wait.. what happened?"

"Well, Andy cornered __ like usual. And ___ was a smartass, like usual.." Eddie trails off ad Gareth goes off on a tangent about how many times he's told you to stop antagonizing Andy. Eddie clears his throat and reaches out to stop Gareth from getting up, "I wasn't finished. Sit the fuck down, Emerson." 

"Okay, what else happened?"

"Molly Fletcher tried to hit on Andy I guess. And he did that shit, calling her a cow?" Jeff grimaces and Eddie continues, "So ___ and that librarian looking chick, the kinda hot one, they got her off to herself. Trying to be friends. That kinda blew up and the next thing we know, ___ and Molly are in each other's faces and Molly unloaded on ___, dude. When she said something about us, ___ got in her face and kinda shoved her a little. But get this." Eddie pauses dramatically, just long enough that Gareth is giving him a dirty look, "Well?"

Eddie chuckles. "I'm getting there, man."

"So get there already, man."

"Molly went off, said something about her being into you, man and ___ didn't exactly deny it."

Gareth blinks. "Huh? Look, is ___ okay or not?"

"Dude you're missing the big picture here. ____ basically admitted she likes you..without admitting it."

"No she didn't, that's not how that works, Munson. Is ___ okay or not?"

"She's upset right now…some other shit got said by Molly and ___ was tearing up when she ran past me." Eddie admits. "The short version is this man.. we were wrong about her."

"I fucking told you guys she wasn't gonna turn into one of them. Where did she go?"

Jeff notices you as you slip into the crowded lunch line with your friends and he nudges Gareth. "There she is."

Gareth is heading over to talk to you and Eddie stops him. "They can sit with us. If they want to."

Gareth gives him the thumbs up and makes his way up to you, tapping your shoulder.

You whirl around, the glare on your face softens when you find yourself body to body with Gareth. "Hey."

"Hey. How'd it go with Mrs. Lane?"

"She said if I write a stupid fucking paper I'll get the credit." he answers, stepping closer to you because your eyes are still red from crying. He tilts your chin when you look down to make you look up at him. "You okay?" he asks in concern.

You shrug. "Its dumb, grump."

"What happened?"

"Molly's a bitch. She probably doesn't wanna talk about it." Adeline answers, gazing at Gareth. "It was pretty bad."

"Adi, what the hell? It's not a big deal."

" She shouldn't have said the stuff she said. In front of everybody in the hall." Edith responds, "Stop defending her. Some people don't deserve it."

"Edie, they treat her like shit. Some people don't just shut down like me." you coax, giving Edith a pleading look.

"Stop being nice. She doesn't deserve it."

"They're right ba– shit, ___ I meant.." Gareth wants the floor to open up and swallow him. Edith catches on to what he almost called you and nudges Adeline and Maria. "We're gonna go find a table."

"Okay."you call out after them.

You turn your attention to Gareth, you heard his almost slip up but you're torn between happy and trying to tell yourself you misheard.

"What did she say?"

"Nothing." you lie about it because you don't want to bother him with your bullshit. Because you really like him a lot and you're not taking the risk of doing anything that will mess up your friendship.

"She said something, you cried. Try again, ___." Gareth coaxes, pulling you against him gingerly.

"Fine." you take a deep breath or two and then you tell him everything, all of it. Including why it bothered you enough to make you cry.

"Shit." he grimaces as you finish, " Fuck her for that."

You shrug, "I'll live, Gareth. It just..stirred some things up."

"Yeah. Kind of sounds like it." he lets you go reluctantly and if it weren’t for the teacher giving him serious stink eye, he wouldn't have. 

You frown a little once he's let go because you miss the way it felt to have him hugging you. "Hey, if you wanna sit with us, ___, you can."

You nod. Your friends are all giggling, Edith even gives you a thumbs up as you walk past to sit. And by the end of lunch, Eddie has gotten so tired of having to shout from the Hellfire table to your friends table that he gets annoyed, stands up and makes a big show of dragging that one over to the end of the Hellfire table and gesturing to it, "Okay, now we can all yell up and down the table..like civilized people."

"Boo." Edith is taunting him, giving him a thumbs down. Eddie flips her off and everyone laughs. You pick at your food a little and Gareth notices. "Thought you liked salads.. yknow, I'm starting t' think you're gonna turn into a bunny on me."

"Bite me, grouch."

"You probably taste like lettuce, bunny. I'm good." Gareth teases. 

"Oh haha. Think you're so funny,huh?" you flip him off, and pick up your fork, stabbing a few pieces of lettuce. "Better?"

"It'll work." Gareth shrugs, taking a bite of his own food and grimacing as he shoves his plate away. "What is this shit?"

You laugh. "You picked it."

"Eat your salad, bunny. Then if you're lucky, you can have some of my fries."

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Ngl I like to think during season 2 of GX, where the entire school goes to Domino City, I imagine Kore and the other girlies just say "fuck it we need a break from this shit and cults, let's all go shopping >:3". Like I don't mean stereotypical clothes shopping, I mean yeah they also do that, but I just imagine my girlies going into so many random stores, probably also buying some dumb shit (hence why Kore now has like three mini cactuses on her desk), and just go roam around Domino City while also eating a lot of food and buying a lot of bubble tea. Hanae's suggestion about the bubble tea.

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Hanae would be wanting to get food and drinks, along with Kore, but Kore also wants to check out the really random and silly figures in a certain store, plus just a lot of dumb shit (also buys a lot of silly cat figures). Cytherea and Miyu being babysitters of those two gremlins at this point, but they decide to do some clothes shopping and fashion seeing. I think Cytherea would just go off on her own at this point like "fuck these losers" and Miyu is looking for the latest book in a book series she's been heavily into (fantasy nerd). Probably ends up bumping into Bastion and is super confused as to why he's carrying an old man on his back.

My other two idiots Riley and Ilya...Ilya just feeding birds and enjoying the scenery and being a calm sweet lil boy when his other evil half ISN'T tryna plot on killing the girlies and the rest of the cast but...probably is plotting it. Riley just...went to the movies to see the latest new movie in some movie franchise he's into. Probably also went to also get a mini cactus. And thus now you see how tf Kore and Riley are related. Both stupid as fuck. Also Riley probably got police chasing after him for some dumb shit he's probably just done.

By the end of the episode when they all have to return to Duel Academy, Ilya is calm af and probably bought a little charm thing he found quite cute. The girlies rocking up with a shit ton of bags, Kore also having accidentally set fire to one of the stores so she's rushing to get back on the bus. Riley also following behind and racing back on the bus as police are still looking for him. Other than that they were oblivious to the shit that was going on during the whole time with Jaden and all that.

#yugioh gx #ygo gx #my post #yugioh #ygo #yugioh oc #oc #ocs #my ocs #grimm's silly thoughts #totally didnt think of it one night where i woke up from a nap and was like “thats fucking genius” #these idiots make me cackle i want to put them all in a blender