#Trying to finish up grading some stuff the students will need for the final

[satari-raine]

So, my work - a university - has apparently been dealing with lower enrollment alongside an increased minimum number of students required per class for the class to be registered and given to a teacher to teach. Because of that, I just found out today that I lost two of my three classes (with three being my max as an adjunct) for next semester.

This will drastically lower my income to where I won't make ends meet come January unless I find another job. Given how this one came in like some sort of miracle after being unemployed from this January to July, I'm really worried, anxious, and scared.

I had savings, but they just went to getting new glasses since I hadn't had an exam in almost two years with my current prescription being even older. I'm grateful I'll still have one course to teach, but as of now, I just don't know what to do.

I was wanting to start really building my savings again. Maybe move out, and finally get my own place - something small but just for me, as where I live currently and who I live with now is a kind of double-edged sword; it's okay financially, but overall not so great for my mental health.

So, um, yeah. Just feeling a bit hopeless. Sorry for the sad spot on the dashboard today, everyone. Going to try to job hunt again once my students' final exams are over next week.

Hope you all are doing okay, though - rooting for you, as always.

[mari-the-bimbo]

Dorm mate Gojo: you fail your exam

A/N: Hi guys I’ve just failed my exam so here’s a coping mechanism with ya favourite boy 💗

You cry into your pillow, trying to even out your breathing. Your head hurts as you think about the words written across the exam result pdf.

Fail.

How could you have possibly failed an exam you put your all in? University is a bitch.

You can hear Geto in the kitchen, already chopping up onions, prepping to make you some comforting chicken katsu. You’re thankful for a friend like him.

You try to ignore the 6’3 figure standing awkwardly by your bedroom door in silence, but it’s hard to when he kept fidgeting with stuff in your room.

You look up to see Gojo already staring at you, hands in his pockets as he leans back into the wall.

“What?” You ask with a voice crack.

He sighs before sauntering his way across the room, finally towering in front of your lying figure.

He grabs the plushie that resided beside you and threw it across the room. “Gojo what the fuck” you say half heartedly, too tired to argue with the mischievous man.

Your arm that you had extended to grab your plushie back was then captured by Gojo’s strong grip, intertwining them as he drops next to you.

He gives you nothing but a cocky smile as he lays in that spot instead. His big, 6’3 figure tries to get comfortable on your small bed, his feet dangling from the end of the bed.

“Why cuddle a stuffed rat when you could cuddle me pea brain?” he says with a charming smile as he lays on his side to face you, his pale finger gently tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Hello kitty is a cat, not a rat you idiot” you mutter, making him laugh.

But then you’re caught off guard as the white haired man traps you into his arms, wrapping them around you snuggly. “Well Hello Kitty needs to know you’re mine” he replies. “and that I need to be here for my pea brain right now” he adds, making your tears well up once again.

He hears you wince, and was smart enough to realise you were about to cry again. He hums before whispering soothing words into your ears, soothing words you didn’t know he was capable of doing.

“That one grade doesn’t reflect your intelligence and abilities pretty girl.” He says as he rocks you back and forth. His one arm stroking your head, while his other arm stretched out to grab your phone and turn it off, so no nosy students try to ask about your grades.

You let yourself melt into the broad chest of your lover, engulfed in his warmth and occasional awful jokes.

“Your nose is getting snotty, so you want me to pick it for you?” He teases, as he pretends to put his pale finger up your nose.

“Stopp ~” you whine through the tears, but he laughs charmingly before rubbing your noses together and punches your cheeks affectionately. “You’re so cute snotty” he calls you, achieving a small laugh out of you at the new ridiculous nickname.

The day started to feel much better eventually.

Well, after Gojo and Geto finished spoon feeding you, insisting you are their baby.

And after a call with Shoko, who soothed your concerns but was also encouraging you to cheat on the resit exam 🫡

[daisyvisions]

A Little Motivation - (e.s)

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Being a volunteer tutor was always something you were passionate about. You always loved to help others understand lessons they were stuck on, the smile on their faces when they get the correct answer, and even the spark in their eyes when they hit that “aha” moment.

And it really didn't matter to you how long it took some of the students to understand the lessons. Your patience was always one of your strongest traits. Never in your life had you felt irritable or impatient with anyone.

… that is until Eric Sohn entered the picture.

You've heard of the name countless times. He's practically the star athlete in your university. No matter who you were talking to, his name somehow found its way into the conversation. Not only was he the star athlete, but he was also known to be incredibly handsome.

His face looked like it was perfectly molded by the hands of a god. From his strong facial features all the way to his toned abs, one look from him would turn your knees into jelly.

But not you.

Eric Sohn was the bane of your existence the moment you were paired to be his tutor. You see, in order to keep his status as the star athlete, he needed to pull up his grades. Otherwise he would be kicked out of the baseball team (which was something he dreaded the most).

It all started when he showed up late to your first session all because he was flirting with someone outside of the library. Then later on he would constantly use his phone during sessions, half-ass his answers, wouldn't stop talking about sports or parties, etc.

Sure, you've had your fair share of distracted students. But he was a literal nightmare.

“Are you even listening to me?” you ask, trying your best to keep your cool.

“Yeah yeah atoms whatever-” he doesn't even look up at you while he's texting on his phone.

You were starting to become frustrated with him, wondering how anyone could see him as perfect when he's got the attention of a damn goldfish.

You sigh out of frustration, slamming the book closed and immediately pushing your chair away from the table to stand.

“I think we're done for today.” you wait for his reaction as you sling the strap of your bag over your shoulder.

“Yeah? Cool! See you tomorrow, tutor.” He winks at you before getting up. You scoff before you turn to leave the study room.

“See you tomorrow.”

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The next day you were running late to your tutor session with Eric. Sprinting down the hall as fast as you could, you lost track of time tutoring another student who needed urgent help in finishing an assignment.

You barge in the private study room, immediately apologizing for your tardiness as you dropped your stuff onto the table and readjusted your hair and sundress from all the running.

“You okay there?” Eric asks while scrolling on his phone. “Yeah, got caught up with another student.” You breathe out.

“Ah shit-” you curse under your breath as your pen rolls off the table and you immediately drop down to get it.

As soon as you bend down to reach for the pen, Eric looks up from his phone to check what you’re doing and is suddenly greeted by the view of your sundress hiked up enough to give him a glimpse of your clothed cunt.

He felt like his eyes were about to fall off from the view in front of him. He knew he shouldn’t have stared but the way your ass was angled to him? He was ready to drop everything and worshi-

“Eric? Wanna start already?” you look up at him, noticing the hot flush in his cheeks.

“Y-yeah, yeah let’s start.” He frantically stutters, turning to his book as he tries to hide his embarrassment from you.

As the tutoring session goes on, it’s like you were slowly unraveling in front of Eric eyes. He kept getting distracted with the way your mouth moved when you talked, how your cleavage would show every time you shifted in your seat, and so on. You were like a forbidden fruit being dangled in front of his face and he was struggling to resist taking a bite into you.

The more he kept on looking, the more he could feel his cock strain beneath his pants. You’d think he’d be more distracted than ever when you would ask him questions, but it was quite the opposite. For the first time, Eric was actually paying attention during a tutoring session, but you already knew why.

And he wasn't so slick in hiding it either, you knew exactly why he was more attentive than usual today after catching him staring at your ass… So you decided to take advantage of the moment.

“Eric, can we take a tiny break first? I wanna talk to you about your progress.”

“Uh.. sure I guess?” his eyebrows scrunching in confusion.

“We've been at this for a couple of weeks now and it seems like your grades aren’t improving. They’ve been the same ever since and some even slowly dropping…” You heavily sigh as you lift your glasses up to your head and lean your elbows on the table, making sure your cleavage is tastefully exposed.

You can see the way Eric awkwardly shifts his legs from his seat, trying to “discreetly” adjust his jeans from the strain of his erection underneath.

You scoot a little closer, reaching your hand out to lightly grab his chin and get his eyes to focus on you, “What will it take for me to get you focused, hm?” You stare right into his dilated pupils.

“I-uh- I’m not s-so sure…” he stutters, trying to clear his throat from feeling the intensity of your gaze.

“I’ll tell you what-” You pull away your hand from his chin and place it on top of his thigh. You swear you heard a very faint gasp coming out of his mouth.

“If you get a really good score in your test this week… I’ll reward you with something special.” You stroke your thumb repeatedly on his thigh.

“Shit-” he mutters under his breath while trying to keep himself together.

“Do we have a deal?” You ask him.

“Yes, yeah. Totally, yeah we have a deal.” He quickly responds.

“Good!” You squeeze his thigh quickly before pulling back your hand and reopening your book, “Let’s get to it then!”

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After an hour and thirty minutes more of your tutoring session, Eric was able to answer all your questions correctly and even get an impressive grade on the short mock test you let him answer.

“Wow look at that Eric! You answered everything so well!” You place your hand on top of his.

“Couldn’t have done it without the best tutor…” he replies sheepishly.

“Good job! I’m so proud of you!” You move your hand to lightly stroke his hair, Eric’s cheeks flush at the praise and gesture.

“T-thank you…” he stutters as he tries to avoid looking back at you. Your praises subtly making his hard on strain even further.

As soon as the bell rings, you gather all your things into your bag and head out for the door. You stop midway to turn back to Eric.

“Oh yeah! Almost forgot-” Your hands suddenly disappear under your dress. You wiggle your hips a bit until Eric visibly sees your panties drop to your ankles.

“What are you doing?!” He loudly whispers, shocked by your sudden gesture.

His eyes widen and before he can even fully process what’s happening you quickly step out of your underwear and throw at his direction making it hit directly in his face. His eyes nearly roll back in his skull from getting a quick scent of your essence on them.

“A little reward for today superstar, you deserve it.” You walk towards him as he’s still seated in his chair, making sure your hover above him.

“I gotta go now but just remember-” you caress his jaw with your hand while keeping eye contact with him. His cheeks start to feel like they’re on fire from your lingering touch and the way you’re looking down at him.

“-every time you do well, you’ll get a reward… and it can be anything you want.” You swipe your thumb delicately across his bottom lip, making him whimper from your touch.

“See you tomorrow!” you pull your hand back and quickly exit the room, leaving Eric stunned in his chair, your panties still crumpled in his hand and a light wet patch forming at the front of his jeans. Oh he’s definitely gonna have some fun tonight thinking about you while he shoves your underwear in his face and pumps his cock like there’s no tomorrow.

And he’s especially excited on what kind of reward awaits him the next tutoring session.

-- Part 2 --

[davidlikesguys02]

The Teacher And The Best-friend

Word count: 1,330

Summary: you and your hot teacher Mr. Rogers have hot passionate sex. But you get caught by Ms. Carter. What will happen next between you, Steve and Peter?

Warnings: Teacher x male student, smut, you and Peter are high school senior’s, gay unprotected sex, blowjob Steve receiving, rimming male reader receiving, Steve calls you baby and sweetheart, you get caught by Peggy, angst at the end, hinting at possible Peter x male reader.

M/n: male name

GIF’S not mine

You watch as Mr. Rogers walks around the class handing out everyone their test, he finally walks towards your desk and hands you your test “thank you” you look at your test and see *see me after class* written in red. “Great” you lay your head on your desk and you put your test into your backpack. Once Mr. Rogers finally finished passing out the test he walked towards the front of the class.

“I want everyone to read chapter 8 through 9, he will be discussing it tomorrow during class” the bell finally rings signaling the end of the school day. You watch as everyone gets their stuff and begins to exit the class. “Let’s go M/n” you smile at Peter “I’ll catch up to you” he smiles back at you “alright” after a few minutes the classroom is finally empty.

You watch as Mr. Rogers is on his desk grading some papers “Mr. Rogers, what did you want to talk about?” “M/n I’m afraid you might fail the semester if you are not able to bring your grade up” “I know” you look down at your hands “but I am really trying, I just have been distracted a lot lately” you feel his gaze on you. You slowly look up and meet his eyes “is everything alright at home?” You nod “it’s not that”

You watch as he gets up and walks around the desk and walks closer towards you “you can talk to me about anything M/n” you look into his blue eyes and walk closer towards him your body’s only inches away. You notice his hand on top of his desk and slowly touch his fingers with your own, “M/n we shouldn’t do this” you walk closer towards him “i know but I can’t help it”

You feel as he wraps his arms around your body pulling you closer towards him, he finally crashes his lips on yours. You close your eyes and moan into each other's mouths, you finally pull away from the kiss and catch your breath “Mr. Rogers” “call me Steve” you lower your hand down his shirt and begin to unbutton his pants.

“Someone’s eager” you let out a small laugh “I’ve wanted you since the moment I first walked into your class Steve” he grips your hair tightly and pulls it back “I’ve wanted you too M/n” you finally slip your hand into his underwear and begin to play with his growing cock.

He lowers his face into your neck and begins to suck on it, “mhm” he pulls off your neck after a few seconds. You slowly lower yourself into your knees and look up at him, you slap his cock on your tongue and begin to slowly take him into your mouth.

You watch as he grips the desk with his hands, you feel as if your nose is tickled by his hair. You keep his cock in your mouth for a couple of seconds before slowly pulling away. He lifts your chin up so your looking at him “fuck baby come here” he lifts you up and lays you on his desk, he pulls you into a kiss.

You feel as he begins to unbutton your pants, he pulls away from the kiss and helps you remove your pants and underwear. He grabs your legs and pulls them apart displaying your pink hole at him “fuck M/n” you watch as he slowly leans in and you begin to feel his warm tongue lick your rim before slowly inserting in tongue in you, you let out a small moan.

“Mmmm such a delicious hole” you feel as he begins to insert two of his fingers into your hole “Mhhm Steve I need you” “I know sweetheart, but I don’t want to hurt you” you feel as he hits your prostate with the tip of his fingers making you see stars “oh god right there” you begin to feel as he begins to attack your prostate with his fingers.

“You feel good?” You nod “well you’re about to feel a lot better” he removes his fingers from your hole causing you to let out a small whine. He grips your legs and slowly lowers them in his shoulders “you ready?” “Yesss” he begins to insert his cock into your needy hole.

“Shit your still so fucking tight” you throw your hands around his neck holding him tightly “feel..so…fulll” you watch as a smile creeps into his face “you feel so good wrapped around my cock baby” “Steve…please..move” “are you sure?” You nod “use your words” “please fuck me Steve”

You feel as he begins to move his hips, you bite your lip loving how he felt inside of you. You close your eyes as Steve slowly thrust into you, after a few minutes he begins to pick up the speed to his thrust. You begin to let out low moans “shit baby I love the sounds you make” he leans down and connects your lips in a heated kiss. You feel as his tongue begins to explore your mouth.

You feel as he pulls away from the kiss, you throw your head back and begin to arch your back “Ste..ve….I’m…clo..se” you feel as he begins to grip the base of your cock “not yet M/n I want us to cum together” you begin to sink your nails into Steve’s shoulders as he constantly hits your prostate with his cock.

After a few minutes his thrust begin to get sloppy, he leans down and begins to whisper into your ear “fuck I’m gonna cum” “me too” “where do you want it?” “In..side…me…ple..se” he delivers one final thrust into you letting out a loud moan. You shit your eyes tightly as you finally cum all over your and Steve’s stomach.

“Your mine now” you feel as you begin to smile “im only yours” he begins to slowly remove his cock from your loose hole “fuck what a pretty sight” you watch as he begins to pull his pants back on. You watch as he takes his underwear and begins to clean the leaking cum that begins to come out of your hole.

“Thanks” “no problem” you sit up and begin to get dressed again. Once you're fully dressed again you look at him and smile and you pull him into a kiss, you hear a knock at his door and the two of you quickly pull away. You watch as Ms. Carter walks into the classroom, you watch as she inspects the room and notices your messy hair and the papers on the floor. “What is going on here?” “I can explain Peggy”

You watch as she exits the classroom “shit, I’ll be right back M/n” you nod. You watch as he leaves the classroom, you begin to walk around the classroom scared of what might happen. After a few minutes Steve walks back into the classroom “what happened” “I’m resigning in the morning” “what” you try to comfort him but he slowly walks back “I think you should go M/n”

You look at him confused “alright” you go to your desk and grab your backpack. You watch as he begins to clean up the mess that both of you made, you walk out of his classroom shutting the door. You begin to walk down the hallway as tears begin to collect in your eyes.

You walk past Peter not noticing him “Hey M/n, wait up” you begin to slow down “are you alright” “I don’t want to talk about it” he looks at you and pulls you into a hug “you don’t have to talk About it if you don’t want to” you begin to cry into his shoulder “thanks Pete” “anything for my best friend, how about we go for some pizza”You wipe away the tears from your face “pizza sounds great”

[mythicalcowboyatheart]

The theory

Warnings: smut, age gap (Herbert is like inm his 40's reader is in her 20's), teacher and TA/student type relationship, reader has dirty thoughts

An: more Herbert stuff ig.... enjoy!

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You always thought he was hot. In like your dad's nerdy friend kida way......but that didn’t stop you from getting yourself off thinking about what his cock looked like. You would imagine it so many times. Imagining how big it would be. How good it would feel inside of you. It wasn’t until last week when you had finally seen it that your dreams became reality.

It all happened one night after class. You were working on homework in Dr. West’s office while he finished grading papers. After finishing up his work he came over and sat next to you on his desk chair. “I need to ask you something,” he said

“Yeah? What is it?” you asked as you looked up at him. He was wearing a white dress shirt, black tie, and slacks. His brown eyes seemed to pierce through you as he addressed you .

“Would you like to help me out with some research?” he asked.

“What kind of research?” you asked curiously.

“Well, I need someone to test my latest theory.”

“Okay? What does that mean exactly?” you asked.

“Basically I need someone to help me see if my theory is correct.” he explained.

“So what does this testing involve?” you asked nervously.

He leaned forward and put his hand on your knee, “Well, there will be some physical contact involved.” he said as he rubbed your thigh.

You swallowed hard and nodded, “Okay.” you replied.

He smiled and stood up, “Great! Would you like to start now?” he asked as he took his jacket off.

You bit your lip and nodded as he turned around and locked the door behind him. He walked back over to you and sat down on his desk chair again. “So what exactly is this theory Dr. West?” you asked batting your eyes at the scientist.

He grinned and shrugged, “Oh well, we’ll get to that later. Right now I want to make sure you are comfortable.” he said as he undid his belt buckle.

“Comfortable?” you asked raising an eyebrow.

He laughed and stood up again, “Yes. I want to make sure that you are okay with everything before we proceed.” he said as his hand went up your skirt, and he ran his thumb up and down your inner thigh getting higher and higher

“Oh my god,” you gasped as he reached the edge of your panties.

"Do you still want to participate in this theory?" You practically moaned out a yes

He chuckled and pulled them aside, exposing your pussy to him. He bent down and licked his tongue along your slit causing you to shiver. “Mmmm, delicious,” he whispered against your flesh as he sucked on your clit making you moan softly. He continued to lick and suck on your clit until you were dripping wet and begging for more.

“Please,” you panted, “Fuck me.”

Dr. West smirked and stood up, “Not yet. First, I want to make sure that you can handle what I have planned for you.” he said as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down revealing his hard cock.

“Holy shit,” you gasped as you stared at it in awe. It was longer than any cock you had ever seen before.

“Do you like what you see darling?” he asked smirking.

“oh, yeah,” you moan

He chuckled and shook his head. as he grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to him. He then pushed his cock inside of you causing both of you to moan loudly.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “This feels so good.”

“Oh my god, yes,” you whimpered as he began thrusting into you faster and harder.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned, “You’re so tight darling.”

“Please don’t stop,” you begged.

“I won’t,” he promised.

He kept thrusting into you harder and deeper until you couldn’t take anymore and came all over his cock. He felt your walls tighten around him causing him to cum too.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned as he filled you up completely.

You collapsed onto the floor panting heavily trying to catch your breath.

“Are you okay darling?” he asked concernedly.

You nodded and tried to speak but all that came out was a soft moan.

“Good. My Theory was proven correct”

"And what's the theory?"

"That you had sexual feelings towards me" he gave you a smirk.

[petitelepus]

Old Friends, New Lovers? Part 1

MODERN!HAGANEZUKA HOTARU X FEM!READER

Summary: You and Haganezuka go way back. You were childhood friends and these days you are both teachers at Kimetsu Academy. The only thing is that you have the worst luck when it comes to finding love and Haganezuka is starting to get enough about it. Things happen and you finally end up together. Now it should be smooth sailing from here on forth, right? A lighthearted story about you and Haganezuka banging here and there and other sweet stuff like that.

Warnings: Cursing, Drinking, Smoking, Vomit

A/N: Modern!AU, Female Reader, Teacher Reader, Teacher Haganezuka, From Friends To Lovers, Tengen Uzui, Kyojuro Rengoku, Goto, Gyomei Himejima, Kanae Kocho, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Kyogai

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4 - PART 5 - PART 6

It was Friday and the students were already on their way home to spend their weekend away from school. That left teachers to fill in last-minute reports and grade essays, projects, and exams. The teachers were mostly minding their own business when you suddenly slammed the door to the teacher's office open and then shut behind you.

"I AM PISSED!" You exclaimed out loud and your colleagues turned to look at you as you frowned, "Who is going out drinking with me today?!"

The teachers glanced at each other and hands rose one by one. You huffed and nodded, "Great! I'm gonna-!" You were about to say when suddenly the office door slid open and a student peeked inside, "Miss, I need your signature on my paper…"

"Ah-!" You put on a kind smile and nodded as you followed the student out of the office, "Of course, lead the way."

As you left to aid the student, the teachers shared glances with each other.

"What was that about?" Goto asked and many sighed.

"I guess she got dumped again." Tengen thought out loud and Gyomei frowned sadly, "Again?"

"Wasn't she just recently seeing someone?" Kyogai asked and Sanemi nodded, "Yeah. Looks like this one didn't work out for her either."

"She has been this way ever since elementary school." Haganezuka grunted, "She would always chase after boys or girls she liked and then end up heartbroken when they wouldn't return her feelings. Same thing in college."

"Oh right, you guys are childhood friends, right?" Kanae asked and the masked teacher scoffed, "She's a pain in the ass, that's what she is."

"Yeah, you've known her the longest!" Tengen laughed, "Maybe the two of you should date-!"

The art teacher didn't get to finish his sentence when the office's door slid open and you entered the room. To your colleagues' confusion, instead of complaining or shouting, you burrowed yourself into paperwork.

"Are you alright, young lady?" Kyojuro asked and you growled, never taking your eyes off the papers before you, "Yeah, just gotta get these done and I can clock myself out and then go and try to forget this douchebag ex…!"

The teachers glanced at each other but then focused on their own work. The only one who kept looking at you was Haganezuka, but even he focused back on his work before anyone could notice.

Later that night you and your colleagues had gathered in your favorite restaurant slash bar to enjoy good food and drinks. The night was going well, despite it being your way to take out some steam.

"I hate that bastard!" You exclaimed as you chugged your drink, "I gave him two months of my life and he goes and starts seeing his coworker!?"

"Again?" Tengen asked, "What happened to that woman you were seeing just a while ago?"

"Oh, don't get me started!" You shouted, but it was too late, "She said I was nice, but she wasn't looking for something long-term! Apparently, I was just her rebound after she had a nasty breakup!"

"Sounds like you have poor luck when it comes to men or women." Obanai grumbled and you nodded, the alcohol making your mood whimsical and sad all of a sudden, "What am I doing wrong? I'm nice, I have a good job and I'm pretty!"

You pouted as you looked at your colleagues sadly, "I am pretty, right?"

"You're very beautiful." Kanae nodded with a small smile, "But you know, you don't need to be dating someone all the time? You can be single for a moment if you want?"

"You don't get it Kanae… I'm already 36, and I'm not getting any younger!" You cried out, "It's time for me to find love, settle down, maybe pop out a kid or two, and just…"

"Just?"

"I don't know…" You murmured sadly as you drank the rest of your drink in one go and then got up, "I'm going out for a second. I need to get some fresh air."

Your colleagues nodded and didn't pay any mind to you as you got up and stepped outside for a moment. It was already dark, but you didn't mind it. You dug out a cigarette pack from your jacket's pocket, grabbed one, and placed it between your lips before lighting it. You knew that cigarettes were a horrible habit, but you had to blow off some steam or in this case smoke.

"Why the fuck am I this way?" You grumbled quietly by yourself as you blew out some smoke.

"Because you are an idiot, that's why." Came a familiar voice and you turned and saw a familiar Hyottoko mask looking in your direction.

"Haganezuka?" You frowned as your childhood friend settled next to you, content to just watch you smoke. You frowned, "What are you doing here?"

"You always smoke after a breakup." He replied, ignoring your question. You grunted and took a drag of your smoke, "It's a bad habit of mine. Always has been."

"Oh yeah? I remember that you started to smoke to impress a guy." Haganezuka reminded you and you frowned as you remembered that crush who didn't even know you existed. You still remember how you had left him a love letter, but another girl had taken credit for it. Those two were probably married and had kids by now.

"Don't remind me…" You crumbled, suddenly getting a bad taste in your mouth and it wasn't just the cancer stick. You decided that you didn't want it anymore. You groaned as you dropped the cigarette and stepped on it with your shoe.

"Fuck it, I'm-" You were saying when you suddenly felt your balance shift and you almost tripped on your own feet. You would have hit the ground if it wasn't for Haganezuka quickly catching you.

"Alright, I think you've had enough!" The man snapped and you groaned as you felt alcohol really hit you. Talk about a sneak attack.

"I'm taking you home." Haganezuka said and you groaned as you tried to stand up on your own, "Just give me a second, I gotta go and pay my tab and-!"

"It's already taken care of." The man said and you looked at him in awe, "You paid my bill?"

"You better pay me back." He grunted and you rolled your eyes, "I will, I will."

The two of you left and as you were walking, you found yourself leaning against Haganezuka's side, enjoying his body's warmth and how stable he felt.

"You're a good friend, you know that?" You thought out loud as you looked at your friend who just grunted. You hummed as you smiled, "You always have been. Even when we were kids, you would always look after me."

"That's because you were a huge crybaby."

"Still… You always took me into your games and such."

"Because you would cry if I didn't include you."

"Ah, memories," You chuckled, "Where did I go wrong?"

"I don't know and I don't care."

"So cruel…!" You whined, and Haganezuka groaned, his patience wearing thin, "Fine! You want to know what's wrong? You fall in love far too easily and with assholes and idiots out of all people!"

"Mean..!" You pouted, "When did my dating become your business?"

"It becomes my business when you always end up with a broken heart!" The man snapped and you were tempted to snap right back at him but you looked as saw that you were already by your apartment building. Haganezuka took you to the front door and you told him the code that the door needed to open.

Once inside, the two of you took an elevator to your floor and walked to your front door. You dug out your keys from your pocket and inserted them into the lock and with a click, your front door opened.

"Thank you for taking me- Whoa, what are you-?" You were interrupted as Haganezuka followed you inside your apartment.

"I need to use the toilet." He grunted as he took his shoes off and you sighed, "First door on the right, you know it."

The man nodded as he went to use your toilet slash bathroom and you made your way to your small kitchen. You glanced at the clock on the wall and noted that it wasn't as late as you had thought. You peeked at your fridge and you were pleased to see a half bottle of vodka and many bottles of Cola.

You heard the toilet being flushed and you peeked to see Haganezuka step out of your toilet.

"Hey, if you don't have anything better to do then would you like to stay and help me finish this bottle?" You asked as you showed your vodka bottle to your friend.

"Why the fuck do you have a bottle of vodka in your fridge?" He asked, and you pouted, "Are you gonna drink it with me or shall I finish it myself?"

"…Fine!" Haganezuka grunted as he walked to your living room and you joined him on your couch with two glasses, a bottle of Cola, and vodka. You poured your glasses full and handed him his vodka-Cola.

"Bottoms up!" You clinked your glass against his and took a long sip of your drink. Haganezuka groaned as he took off his mask and placed it on your coffee table before taking a sip himself.

You immediately looked at him and smiled at the sight of the handsome face he hid behind that funny mask of his. "You're really handsome, you knew that?"

"I don't care." He grunted and you chuckled, "Shame. You would make someone really happy."

Your friend grunted something under his breath and you took your chance to take a sip of your drink.

"I want to ask you something." Haganezuka looked at you with those pretty orange eyes of his, "And I want you to be honest with me. No bullshit or such!"

You hummed thoughtfully, wondering what he wanted to ask, before nodding, "What do you want to know?"

"Why did you never chase after me?"

You blinked, taken aback by his question. It was not a question you expected him out of all people ask.

"You are my friend-!"

"I said no bullshit," He snapped and you frowned, "I didn't-!"

"Tell me the truth or I'll squeeze it out of you!"

"But I… Fine!" You pouted stubbornly as you averted your gaze from him, "Because you were my only friend and I didn't want to chase you away like I chased everyone else I liked…"

You blushed as you realized just how pathetic you sounded… And you blushed even worse when you realized that you just told your friend how you liked him.

"Idiot." Haganezuka grunted as he took a sip of the drink in his hand, "As if you could ever chase me away."

"W- what was that?" You couldn't understand what you heard. Did Haganezuka like you?

"What do you think?" He shot right back at you and you froze, "I… I don't know?"

"Let me explain it to you so that even you can understand…!" Haganezuka growled as he looked at you, "Do you have any idea how annoying it is to listen to you talk about finding someone to love when I am right here!?"

You blinked, confused and the alcohol in your systems didn't help you at all. Nope, if anything, it made things harder for you to read and understand.

"What do you want?" You asked and Haganezuka frowned as he took your drinks and placed them on the table. You were about to repeat your question, but he grabbed your face and kissed you without any warning.

You felt your eyes widen, but slowly you let them close and you found yourself kissing him back. It was a very simple kiss, but for some reason, it filled your stomach with butterflies unlike any other kiss ever did.

Slowly and reluctantly, Haganezuka pulled away from the kiss and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"I want to be your lover." The man said and you stared at him with your eyes wide.

Those butterflies..! They were coming back, and-!

"Hrk!" You slammed a hand over your mouth and bolted, running straight to the toilet and letting it all out. Haganezuka flinched as he heard you hurl and he decided that you had enough to drink. So while you were getting rid of everything in your stomach, he took your drinks and bottle of vodka and poured them all into the kitchen sink.

He heard you flush the toilet and walked into the bathroom to see you hugging your toilet seat like your life depended on it.

"Had enough?" Haganezuka asked, not resisting a chance to tease you. You groaned weakly before your body convulsed and you dry-heaved, but nothing came out.

"I'm…" You gagged, "I'm never drinking again…!"

"Alright, come here you drunk," Haganezuka helped you up on your feet and took you to your bedroom.

"Hotaru…" You whined and whimpered as he tucked you under the blanket and as soon as your head hit the pillow, you fell asleep. Haganezuka stared at you for a second before he grunted and left your bedroom, opting to sleep on your couch so he could make sure that you remembered this night tomorrow.

[sntafe]

i want to know more about your davey. what makes him tick! what music do you think he’d listen to! what are his pastimes and hobbies and what makes him like them so much!! PLEASEEE rant about your davey i love him!!

- @we-are-inevitable ✨

OH MY GOD. YES. OKAY. you just opened pandora’s box you have no clue. (btw most of this is based on my tattoo au although a lot of this stuff is just stuff i have connected to davey no matter the au)

okay. so. my davey is a high school english teacher and i think something that makes him really upset is when he sees his good students start skipping, not paying attention, etc. while i don’t think this would make him tick per say, i do think it would def make him anxious and on edge. he would absolutely come home and rant to jack about how he doesn’t know what he’s doing wrong and how he’s worried about them and how he wishes he can do more but all he is an english teacher. (and jack would assure him that he’s doing more than enough and just being there and noticing these things is all some kids need) (but davey would def pull them aside in class and just talk to them like they’re humans bc he knows some teachers treat their students as children and they hate that. so he will just talk and try to pick their brains and help them in literally whatever way he can)

MUSIC. okay so davey definitely tries a TON of different genres simply because he is curious and he wants to hear it all. (he wants to experience every bit of life that he can and that includes different genres of music.) at the end of the day tho he’s a slut for sad queer indie pop: hozier, lucy dacus, and kevin atwater are his favs. (i could go on a whole different rant about how davey coded some of kevin atwater’s songs are but i’ll refrain for now.) he grew up listening to billy joel and still listens to him when he’s feeling particularly nostalgic or homesick. the album “the stranger” is one of his favorites in the entire world. his parents had it on record, and one year in middle school for his birthday he was gifted a record player, so he was playing that shit NONSTOP. to read to, to study to, to hangout to, etc. les used to come and sit in davey's room while he was doing domestic tasks, like cleaning or homework, so les now has attached that album to davey. (they get a tattoo for vienna, their fav song on the album—davey gets “slow down, you’re doing fine” on his left forearm and les gets “you can’t be everything you wanna be before your time” on his right forearm) (done by jack of course)

jack listens to more alternative stuff, and although it’s not something davey listens to on his own, he finds himself humming along to the pierce the veil and green day songs on jack’s playlist 

as far as hobbies and stuff, obviously he reads. he’s always been an avid reader because he loves to get lost in other worlds and he likes to learn about things that he otherwise wouldn’t have had the opportunity to. he gets into reading slumps around midterms and finals because he’s grading sooooo many papers but like as SOON as that’s over he falls back into finishing a novel in a couple days and he absolutely loves it. it’s just so… refreshing in a way. (sometimes, when he’s particularly missing jack, he’ll go and just sit at the tattoo shop and read. he’s content to simply be in the same space with jack and he also loves sneaking glimpses of jack working.)

he also absolutely loves to cook. he grew up often helping his mother in the kitchen, so he’s sort of always loved it. once he moved out and began living by himself he found a whole new appreciation for it. it’s his way to decompress at the end of the day and … in a way food is his language?? like he will make meals based on what he’s feeling. if he’s really happy he doesn’t mind making something that takes a while. it’ll be bright and fresh. if he’s had a particularly rough day though, he’ll throw something frozen in the oven and call it a day. (over time, jack slowly realizes this, and can gauge what davey needs based on what he says they’re having for dinner. for example; if davey’s just making something frozen, jack will give him an extra long hug and force him to take a hot shower in order to relax. jack often takes over “cooking” on these days)

don’t even play on his animal crossing island. he likes the domestic video games with goals that he can take at any speed simply because they’re relaxing and cozy. he loves making his island all organized and pretty 

meanwhile jack is like begging for the switch to play mario kart 

thank you for letting me rant GOD I LOVE DAVID JACOBS if there’s anything else you want me to yap about PLEASE ask!!!

@we-are-inevitable :)

[notsofriendlyfriendlyreminder]

rdr2 as teachers

Dutch van der Linde: teaches social studies and sometimes history, goes on weird rants about his ideologies, he grades on a whim, students have a love hate relationship with him, is the principal but he really shouldn't be

Hosea Matthews: chill geography teacher that used to also teach physics, is generally good but his homeworks are usually hard to understand, you will get a good grade if you show effort and talk to him, leads an afternoon drama club and was a principal for several years

Arthur Morgan: teaches english literature but also pe and also sometimes physics? He also taught math for a year when times were rough. Everyone knows him and he knows everyone, thinks he's not a good teacher but students act good and get good grades with him (they're intimidated), sometimes hangs around in afternoon art clubs

John Marston: math teacher on an art school (yes this specific), none of his students will ever study math so why should he try, let's everyone pass as long as they're not acting up, usually late to class but no one cares

Javier Esquella: music teacher and an extra for spanish classes, his students only sing in his class, no work unless you make him mad, is known for talking shit about other teachers in spanish

Bill Williamson: PE teacher who yells at his students too damn much BUT is actually ok to meet outside of school, will get drunk with his (of age) students on field trips

Micah Bell: the teacher that got kicked out for students complaining, still shows up on some school actions because Dutch always asks him to help with making sure they act right

Charles Smith: really smart chemistry and biology teacher, actually explains it well, strict but students love him type,leadss the longest routes on field trips with Arthur, they usually make them even longer

Sean Macquire: Teacher assistant, no one knows what exactly he studied, just hangs around, will trashtalk teachers without asking, tells students the curent drama happening between staff

Lenny Summers: Teacher assistant finishing up his studies to become history teacher, popular with the students, has lots of energy, sometimes takes over classes when teachers are sick or tired

Sadie Adler: PE teacher who goes hard but also will force you to not participate after you get hurt ("I DO NOT CARE YOU JUST GOT HIT AND YOU BARELY STOPPED THAT NOSEBLEED SIT DOWN."), no one knew that she had a husband until he one day randomly picked her up from school, once got drunk on a prom and finally told her students about her life

Karen Jones: Chemistry teacher who breaks all lab rules, mainly shows them the fun stuff, the rumor is that she knows how to make alcohol very easily, also leads the afternoon drama club with Hosea

Tilly Jackson: Works in the office, helps students with paperwork or with anything they need to, is one of the reasons the school is still running because she fixes Dutchs paperwork mistakes

Mary-Beth Gaskill: english-literature and english language teacher, is the one to help rewrite the plays for the drama clubs, overall helps them a lot, has an after school reading club, they read mainly female and lesserknown authors

Uncle: janitor, doesn't do shit, just hangs around the school, will yell at you for walking inside in outside shoes, no one takes him seriously, some students have a habit to say "I didn't do my homework, I have lumbago!" because of him, mainly in Johns class

Abigail Roberts: Also works in the office, taught math for a year (that's how she got to know John), refuses to fix Dutchs mistakes, small Jack hangs around in the school sometimes, students like him and play with him

Susan Grimshaw: The main lady in the office and also the vice-principal, students thought she and Dutch were maried LMAOO, she shot down those rumors real fast, students either love her or hate her

Pearson: school cook who also has an afternoon cooking class, sometimes forces his students to answer yes chef, smells weird and tells weird stories

Leopold Strauss: German teacher who also takes care of the school money and makes lectures once a year about finance world, the students don't like him but some respect him in a sense that he knows how money works and teaches them real stuff

Josiah Trelawny: randomly shows up and gives lectures about whatever, no one knows if he actually works here or not, does he even have a title? does he have any idea how to teach? The students find him hilarious, also ALWAYS shows up for students proms and somehow knows who your parents and siblings are

Orville Swanson: Teaches social studies with focus on religion, nearly got kicked out several times for going to school drunk, did cry once in class

Kieran Duffy: Biology teacher, half of the students ignore him, the other half pity him, hangs around the book club because of Mary-Beth, the students ship it, once ranted for an entire class about horses

Molly O'Shea: Dutch hired her just because she's pretty, she teaches music and art mainly, eventhough she studied literature, but Susan refuses to give her other classes (she was mad at Dutch for bringing her to school), she is the teacher students have a crush on

[hannieluvsyou]

I don't know you, but I like you.

Yoon Jeonghan x Reader

description: Wherein two classmates that don't know each others existence, are forced to work on a project that costs half of their grade. Maybe it will cost their heart as well.

genre: fluff

warnings: none other than playful arguing and banter, oh and some swearing.

note: I apologize in advance for any typos or grammatical errors. (This is also my first post frfr)

'Can this class get any more boring?' I thought as I place my head between my palms. To be honest, I don't even know what the professor is saying like, 90% of the time. Man, I'm a horrible student.

"To end this lesson, I will now discuss your project. It will be done by pair, I already assigned everyone to their partners by the way." He tells the class while everyone groans to the mention of the professor having already assigned everyone.

I tuned out the names of the others' partners. Not until he mentioned my name.

"Ms. (name) (last name), you will work with Mr. Yoon Jeonghan."

'Bitch who?' I thought while looking at every corner of the classroom until I locked eyes with a cute boy with a small ponytail.

He mouthed my name in question while I nodded and mouthed his. Well, atleast he's cute.

Jeonghan smiled and turned his head to the teacher who was giving the rubrics for the project.

And finally the bell rang as our professor dismissed us. It quickly became a noisy environment. Laughter and gossip filled the room.

I start to pack my stuff, making them fit in my bag that is obviously too small for all my stuff. And of course, in the middle of stuffing my things in my bag... The zipper fucking broke.

I stare at the now broken zipper, then back to my bag. How the hell am I supposed to fix this thing.

As I start to rethink my life decisions, I feel a presence behind me.

Before I can turn around, the person took the removed zipper from my hands and attached them to my backpack with ease.

"I think you need a new backpack." The person said while chuckling a bit.

I look up at his face to see my partner. Yoon Jeonghan.

I raise my eyebrow at him. "I think I do." I say while looking back at my fixed zipper.

Jeonghan smiles and reaches his hand out. "I'm Yoon Jeonghan, nice to meet you."

I take his hand and shook it. "I'm (name) (last name), nice to meet you as well."

'Damn his hands are soft.' I say internally.

"So," he started. "Since I fixed your little problem." He paused and smirked at me. "I think you owe me one."

I look at him unmoved, and absentmindedly nodded my head while continuing to try and fit the remaining stuff I have in my bag.

"I didn't even know you existed in the first place." I say.

"I can say the same thing to you!" He said now sitting down on an unoccupied chair. I looked at him then back at my bag.

"Thanks by the way- for fixing my zipper."

"It's fine. But you still owe me one." He sticks out his tongue at me in a childish manner. He then stands up and waits for me to sling my bag on my shoulders.

"Are we getting lunch together or...?" I say while he starts following me to the door. Jeonghan just nods and slings his arm on my shoulder.

This guy is getting real comfy already. I've only ever known him since like, 10 minutes ago. It's a good sign. I think.

We make our way to the schools canteen bumping into his friends on the way.

"Whoa Jeonghan's got a girlfriend!" I hear one of them exclaim. I think his name is.. Seung? Seungchul? Seungcheol? Yeah whatever his name is but GIRLFRIEND?!

"I thought he was allergic to girls..."

"Introduce us to her!"

"She's pretty."

Me and Jeonghan stop as he greets his friends. I stand awkwardly waiting for them to finish, not until he drags me to his side and presents me to his friends.

"Meet (name)! My project buddy." He grins and again wraps his arm around my shoulders.

I wave and smile at them. "I'm (name) (last name)." I say shortly and nudge Jeonghan who is still grinning like a child getting candy. Damn, how many times am I going to introduce myself today.

"Sooooo... You're not dating?" Joshua says while crossing his arms. I only know him since I find him handsome, hehe.

"No! We're not." I say quickly shrugging Jeonghan's arm away as he pouts. Before the others question us any further, I grabbed his hand and quickly excuse the both of us but not before hearing a bunch of whistles coming from the group of boys not noticing the shy smile Jeonghan serves while looking at me.

As we finally approached the canteen, I let his arm go and sit on one of the benches as he mirrors my action.

"We should hang out more, I like you." He suddenly says.

'I kinda like you too.' I wanted to say but kept it to myself.

I look at him "We haven't even known each other for an hour."

'Why HAVE we known each other for less than an hour?' Jeonghan thought.

"Hmph, true. But I don't really care. I don't know you, but I like you." He says then grabs my unlocked phone from the table then quickly types in his number nicknaming it 'jeonghannie 😇' in the process.

"That emoji should be a devil one." I scoffed and saved his number.

"Hey! Excuse me?! You should buy a new bag first!" He says while pouting angrily then shoving my shoulder playfully.

We continue laughing and hitting each other the whole lunch break.

'I like this girl, seriously.'

'Yep. I totally like this guy.'

[filthyloveforemesis]

Hehehe, sorry for consecutive posts but this is my journal now... Saw a post where someone had a lucky experience of witnessing a sickie and some lovely memories surfaced, although I wasn't as lucky to be a witness 😭😭

Back in school, when I was finally brave enough to search "people vomiting" in YouTube and desensitise myself (I was into emeto as far as I remember and I actually vividly recall a day when my curious 6 y/o naive brain decided to ask my mom about vomit and stuffs which my poor mom took it as a sign of me being sick but trying to brace through 😭💗)

Hard to believe how nauseous yet aroused I'd feel from the graphic videos and when my mind was clear enough, couldn't eat food for a good while but that's irrelevant.

But yea, my lights only lit up recently, I was pretty dumb and ran my mouth a lot and surprisingly, I had a pushover for a best friend (bonus ! She has a weak stomach). It probably started around grade 5 or 6 when I'd just randomly say "hey, ain't it kinda interesting and fun and exciting (couldn't tell I was feeling horny and didn't know I should be cooped up during a time like this lol) to see and think how people vomit ?" It didn't take her much to agree with me, I wonder if she was really into it too or I conditioned it or simply being the pushover she is but I ended up with lovely stories nonetheless 😭😭 She'd actually go into details every time I asked about it.

Once in grade 6, we were sitting on opposite corners and she was so far but I could see her because I was seated behind and her in the front. I did everything other than paying attention in the class and naturally it was directed to her since she's my best friend. I saw her bow down and hide her face but couldn't guess what it was, thought she dropped something. Then after few seconds, she held a handkerchief on hand to ask for teacher's permission to go to washroom, she then slapped that piece of cloth to her mouth and ran away. (The restroom was on 3rd floor and we were on 5th). It was near break time so I was really desperate for the class to end since I figured what happened (or at least hoped for my fantasies to come true). I couldn't wait so I asked teacher to let me go too, teacher asked me to be patient for another 10 min but I made up excuses (perks of being a girl lol) but by the time I reached, she was already finished and was washing away her vomit from the sink. I was so disappointed (wise enough not to say it out loud thankfully) but I rubbed her back nonetheless and started helping her to clean up.... Outside it must have looked like I was some selfless person but in reality, I was feeding my deranged fantasy. I so hoped that she'd start throwing up again but that didn't happen till two classes after the break and apparently the nurse saw her puke the first time so when she was there again puking for the second time, the nurse asked her to visit infirmary and rest there for a while. Apparently she threw up again after taking antacids so that's a total of 3 times she puked. The nurse contacted our teacher and said that the student is sick and needs to get home, since her bag was there, I volunteered but teacher won't let me 😭😭 after gruelling hours and school and way back home, I find messages in mom's keypad phone from her father's number (suffice to say that they were the owner but we possessed the phones) saying that she has vomited four more times and planning to see doctor after her stomach settles a little. She takes the next day off. Apparently it was a case of food poisoning.

The next incident happened in grade 9, We had a conflict before and were still recovering from that so I didn't keep much tab.... and I was too occupied with my bf but we occasionally chatted, although not as openly as before but yea ... To make matters worse, we were assigned to seperate classes so we could only meet in break time, anyways, the classes were adjacent and the windows faced corridor, saw her go towards washroom with a classmate. That was around the second period. Didn't notice for the next two periods but when I went to her class during break, couldn't find her. After going home, asked if everything was alright and she said she apparently puked over 5 times at school and 4-5 times at home and still wasn't done. I asked her to go into details and she said that she has been feeling queasy but that's her regular routine but by the end of first period, she could feel the nausea was serious. She didn't think she'd throw up but just to be cautious, she wanted to at least wash her face. She's already shy and above all, too sick to ask the teacher, the classmate I saw her with noticed something was off (seated close) and asked if everything is alright, maybe she made some expression to give away that she's nauseous, didn't mention so I stick to her slapping her palm to mouth. The girl asked the teacher if she could take my best friend to the washroom since she wasn't feeling well and thankfully the washroom was near this time, on the same floor. Apparently she herself didn't know how severe it was until she crossed the door. And as she said, the sight of washroom door was enough to make her gag and the food rush up. She ran and puked her guts out while that classmate continued to rub her back. That was the first time and apparently a lot came up in one heave... Like... There are times when there are lots of heaving where only small amount comes up and there are times someone is finished with three or four heaves but the vomit rushes like a faucet running in full speed. But damn, she heaved a lot of times and a lot came up according to her, like there was no break ! (I started regretting ever having conflict or being seperated). So after she was done vomiting, she started to wash her mouth when she started to feel sick again and welp, the second time too, that classmate got to witness... After that, they returned to classroom and when she apologized for disgusting display, the other girl said that it's alright and she's rather worried about her health. Glad there was someone genuinely concerned because if I had the memory video taped in my brain, I'd permanently touch myself while playing it in my mind... Apparently for the third time too the girl accompanied but for the fourth time, no teacher was there so she could rush to the wc alone. Again it was a cleaning staff who suggested her to go home and she also attested to the fact that she herself saw my best friend get violently sick to our sceptical teacher who thought my best friend was making up lies.

I just wish I at least was there for the first round !! 😭😭 I've only ever seen her gag but never vomit. Some people gag loudly but are silent when vomit comes up with occasional sounds of burps... I wonder what's it like for her, but she sure has distinctive gag. I don't fkin understand my preferences but damn I didn't spare my best friend ! In my defence, she was hot... Her fault for being hot and on top of that, HAVING A SENSITIVE STOMACH WITH A SEXY DRY HEAVE.... Imagine a curvy exactly where a degenerate like it with a stomach bloated enough to show movements through the intrusive piece of cloth, trying to keep her long hair away from getting messed up while holding onto chest in hopes for relief while waiting for the inevitable.... God I can vividly picture her in a camisole, sitting by a toilet and waiting for vomit to come up... Thankfully, even though I can't figure out my specific preferences, I at least know that emotional attachment is not one of the criteria and I can totally not get horny hearing about specific person talking about their vomiting stories and genuinely worry.... Or at least stay neutral. I remember how I came to be friends with another sensitive stomach girl who'd often text "just threw up" or "threw up in the (time)"... The idea is sexy but the person depends.... Would've excused myself for me time if it were my best friend but I could genuinely worry about this girl... Oh lord, I love my brain for retaining vivid memories of these instances 😭😭💗 My next destination now would be ThisVid... See you around !

[colorfullcast]

Reborn! Next-> Class Start!

"Yes!" Felicia loudly proclaimed as she stood up from her seat, the only one to do so, and with a bright smile said. "I'm Felicia Luciana! I am 14 years old and my dream is to become the next Neo Vongola Primo!" There was a momentary pause, before one guy a row over started to laugh. Almost the entire class joined in. "Next Neo Vongola Primo? You can't be the NEXT Primo! That's not how mafia families work!" "Does she even know anything about the mafia?" "She's not gonna stay for long." Felicia scrunched her face a bit in annoyance before she straightened her back again with newly aquired determination. "Then I will be the next boss of my own famiglia!"

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Reborn! Next-> Class Start! is an OPEN ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE Project, meant to be a communal and cooperative story.

What is an Open Au?

What I mean by Open AU means that while the setting, several storybeats and some corner rules exist, anyone who has interest in the project is open to make their own Characters and storylines for it. These things do not need to be asked permission for, and you do not even need to know me for this.

What is the general setting?

The story plays in italy, roughly 12 years after the Manga of Katekyou Hitman Reborn! has ended. It is an AU sequel to Reborn! Next-> one of my own stories, though very losely.

Tsuna decided, that he wanted to only accept the position of Primo of the Neo Vongola, if he was allowed to keep residing in japan. For this to be feasable he goes through a lengthy and complicated process of transfer (this is roughly what Reborn! Next-> is about). After about 2 years, many battles and difficulties he finishes this job, having turned the Vongola into a lose conglomerate of overseen territories, that massively loosened their grip and influence on the italian political landscape. This gave birth to many enemies of the mafia establishing an "Anti Mafia" police that tries to crack down on the remaining landscape of the underground.

Tsuna helped in establishing a new mafia school, which is the primary setting of the AU. It is a school that has additional classes for aspiring mafiosi, be they here because of their families relations or purely out of their own volition. Next to math, physics and italian the children learn about flame control and science, combat and mafia politics. Many form their own little families, some keep solo and some have had a famiglia already given to them by their heritage.

While the students try to juggle all their classes and responsibilities, the Anti Mafia front tries to crack down on the school and the underground in general, causing quite some difficulties for the students.

What are the rules?

Be respectful. Everyone is open to participate, but like on any playground you should not be pushy about someone playing with you.

You can make as many characters or headcanons or scenarios as you want. If your partner is okay with it you can also ship your Ocs together

There are a few corner things to keep in mind regarding the setting, but these will be posted on this blog with a corresponding tag

If possible tag your stuff so we can all find them :3

This AU is a sequel to Next->, but honestly it would be interesting to hear about it set in other projects universes

How can I participate?

Just create! Create, ask for any clarification on @colorfullcast if you have any issues and tag your things with 'Reborn Next Class Start' for easy finding. Also have fun :3

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The "main story" follows Felicia Luciana, a 14 year old Sky Flame that comes freshly into the school into grade 9, ready to establish her own family. The school by then has existed for about 3 years. Important school events are the Physical Combat Evaluation Tournament in February that lasts for about a week, where everyones combat prowess is evaluated in a big schoolwide tournament. At the end of the year in July, after the final years exams the school hosts a school celebration that goes over one weekend, so 2 days. The school goes from grade 9 to grade 13. Around when Felicia is in grade 11 do the tension with the Anti Mafia front become more prevelent.

Everything else is free for exploration

Important figures

Felicia Luciana

The main character and Boss of her own mafia family. She ran into Tsuna 5 years ago and he saved her from some bullies, giving her some encouraging words, which led to her idolizing him and deciding to follow the mafia route. In tandem with this she also uses gloves, and boots for combat

Bianca [Picrew]

The Student Representative and in grade 11, a Sky Flame User, that is the top student at the school, but, unlike other Skies, keeps completely to herself. There is a lot of mystery surrounding her, but she has friends, she is not a complete loner, just doesn't have a family.

Theodore [Picrew]

Vice Student Representative and like Bianca a top student and also a Sky. He however does have a famiglia and a mysterious mentor, suggesting that he has some legacy or heritage, that he never speaks of. He is cunning and a schemer, but very friendly once you get to know him. Also in grade 11.

Felix [Picrew]

One of Felicias later guardians, wielding a rain flame and in the future becoming a formidable sharpshooter. He got into the school by accident, not knowing it is a mafia school, but eventually stays because of Felicia.

Giulia [Picrew]

Felicias later storm guardian, or at least a member wielding a storm flame. Very girly and easy going. She wields a sword, but she doesn't seem to be very passionate about anything with a very "sure, why not? sounds fun!" type of attitude.

[totallyexhausted]

This idea has been kicking around in my head for a while... Thoughts?

Basically, a 14-year-old Uenoyama is sick after a show (like really sick because he was hiding it to play this show because it was just a headache and low grade fever - amateur stuff) and Kaji and Haruki take care of him. It's really cute in my head so I'll try to do the head cannon notes justice :) Let me know your thoughts:

Basically after their show, Ritsuka pukes in Haruki’s car. All three are driving back after their show (they’ve only been preforming/ practicing a few months) that is about three hours away. Since they are newly formed, they’ll take anything they can get. The fourth member of the band rode back with his girlfriend (some tension there between him and the other three), and Haruki/ Kaji talk in the front seat, smoking while driving through the dark; Ritsuka “sleeping” in the back, his head against the window. He’s been fairly quiet and sluggish since their show ended, but the older two chalk it up to him being drained between starting High School and practicing/ performing; besides, Uenoyama wasn’t really a talker/ sharer. They’ve been practicing a lot lately to get their sound right as they are still learning how to work with each others sound/ technique.

Ritsuka ends up jerking awake and vomiting on himself/ in the backseat, and Haruki pulls over all flustered as him and Kaji get out, opening the side door. The 14-year-old is all lethargic and sweaty (and gross); he has a high fever, barely responding to Kaji’s questions or Haruki’s touches as he tries to clean him up; pulling the kid’s soiled shirt from him and giving the teen his jacket for now as Kaji coaxes him to take some water Haruki had in his trunk. It comes back up.

They end up taking the 14-year-old to a clinic. Haruki in the waiting area while Kaji calls Ritsuka’s sister to explain what was going on. Him pacing outside, flicking his cigarette ash to the ground as Haruki reflects. The clinic gives the teenager fluids and want to keep him over night but don’t have any open beds available- they opt to send him “home” with some meds, explaining the kid would need rest and that he probably has a stomach bug.

After some bickering, Haruki and Kaji decide to check in at a dingy motel a few blocks over; Kaji gripping his arm around the swaying teenager as Haruki unlocks the door. The room is plain to say the least- one bed, one couch and cheap decorations. But considering the two college students didn’t have much money, and Ritsuka wasn’t a complainer, the room would work for the night. Besides Yayoi said she’d feel better if her brother got some rest versus finishing the two hour drive back at 2am.

Ritsuka getting worse throughout the night (puking, can’t keep anything down, fever, headache, everything), his temperature remaining steady because the clinic explained that it could take a while for his body to respond to the fluids. Haruki waking up to Kaji talking softly to Ritsuka in the bathroom as the kid retches (it’s alright. You’re alright, little dude. It’s okay…) At one point, the 14-year-old breaks down, demanding his sister (which freaks out Haruki because it’s so out of place) but Yayoi usually takes care of him when he’s sick after their mom. Kaji manages to make a deal with the teenager to let Haruki help clean him up (something he’s been trying to do for a while like changing his shirt again or washing his hair or wiping him off, etc… getting the kid to drink more or take meds) and Kaji will call his sister so they can talk. Ritsuka finally agrees and Kaji calls Yayoi at 4/5am (she curses Kaji out at first for waking her, ie Haruki overhearing Kajis conversation in the other room - “yeah, he wants to talk to you. No, but if it doesn’t break by morning, we’ll take him back to the clinic…”) so the kid can talk to her/ she can calm him down. Yayoi says that Ritsuka can get emotional if he’s overly exhausted/ not feeling well.

Haruki stepping out of the bathroom when Ritsuka starts talking to his sister because the kid breaks basically the second he hears her voice, saying he wants to go home, he doesn’t feel well and he wants her, etc.

Kaji, leaning against the door as Haruki lets out a steady breath, swallowing thickly as the 14-year-old chokes.

“You okay?”

Haruki nods, clearing his throat, “Yeah. Just kind of forgot he’s a lot younger than us…”

Haruki/ Kaji being best bros to the teenager- “You gotta tell us these things man. We’re a band… maybe more than a band. We’re like brothers.”

Haruki being sweet and gentle despite feeling awkward. Him sleeping next to the 14-year-old because the kid asked shyly to not be alone - Yayoi scolded him for not letting Haruki or Kaji help - Kaji speaking lowly, referring to Ritsuka as “little dude, little man, kid,” etc. He has sisters so he knows a few things about taking care of someone. Kaji sleeping on the crappy couch, arguing with Yayoi on the phone… comes back from a convenience store run to Ritsuka sleeping against Haruki, Haruki running his fingers through the kids hair and Kaji joking around but in reality, it’s cute.

Yeah. Maybe I’ll try dabbling this week as I am off for a week and half. But I have the idea of Ritsuka getting sick and Haruki/ Kaji (they flirt with each other playfully - Kaji mentions that Haruki’s hair is getting long/ Haruki saying he’s gunna cut it soon and Kaji saying he shouldn’t because it’s pretty which leads to Haruki blushing) caring for this kid they’ve heard rumors about as a guitarist prodigy, a kid they barely know. It being awkward at first because they’ve only known each other for a few months. Tension with the fourth member. Thoughts?

[crack-art-n-stuff]

Ch. 1 - Illusion of Excellence

Kurogami University, an elite institution nestled within the heart of Japan, exuded an aura of prestige and grandeur. Its meticulously landscaped gardens, adorned with vibrant cherry blossoms and modern architecture, painted a picture of academic brilliance and success. For you, a young and ambitious student, this was a dream come true.Usually, only those of privilege were the ones who even had a chance of tasting the possibility. 

You weren’t much different in that aspect. One of your aunts was a bank CEO. She made a generous donation to help get you in, along with your decent grades and recommendations.

As you stepped foot onto the campus grounds, you could feel  the excitement in your veins. Tales of Kurogami’s excellence had reached far and wide and were not lost on you. From its distinguished faculty, diverse educational programs, to their endless opportunities. To you, attending this prestigious university meant a chance to escape your more humble background and begin to make your mark on your desired industry.

First things first, you need to drop your stuff off at your dorm. Like most people, you tried to keep your luggage to one or two bags, as extra personnel were prohibited from entering campus grounds without prior authorization. Besides, there were several stores and markets within a short distance from the campus. So, it wouldn’t have been too inconvenient to make new purchases for your needs. 

As you carried your duffle bag across the courtyard, you noticed some of the uniformed figures with blue arm bands, seemingly directioning people. One of them must know where your dorm was. What was it again? Oh yeah! That one.

Approaching someone, you waved your hands towards them. “Excuse me, I’m looking for-”

They interrupted you without hesitation after giving you a quick glance up and down, “Freshmen are supposed to head to the main auditorium for assignments. Please follow the signs.”

“Huh? But I already know my-”

“Please follow the sign to the main auditorium for freshmen assignments”, they repeated, projecting their voice more. You could tell they were trying to tell any freshmen in the vicinity, but it felt like they were just yelling in your face.

Looking towards the similarly dressed figures, you saw their actions mirrored the one in front of you. With a sigh, you looked around and followed the cutely decorated signs. It had cute origami flowers and butterflies lining it, accented with painted petals along the writing. 

Following along, you started feeling the weight of your baggage weighing on your shoulder. You take a minute to drop your bag and massage your shoulder. Why did the hallway feel so endlessly? How did you fail to realize how large the facilities actually were?

Finally, you heard the loud chattering of young adults. You hurried along, worried about missing anything. Your also casually dressed peers didn’t hide their status, even in mundane outfits. You saw name brand shoes, suitcases, a noticeable shine from jewelry. Should you have done the same? You assumed you would get your uniforms early on and didn’t particularly care about your outfit’s first impression. 

Others didn’t seem to pay much mind at the moment, so busy conversing among themselves while others were also busy trying to catch their breaths. Making your way into the room, the doors quickly closed behind you. The shudders fell on the upper windows and a spotlight shone on a woman.

She was pristinely dressed, a white hidden-button down shirt, deep navy pleated pants, finished off with a match navy blazer that hung on her shoulders. Her wavy blonde hair was tied in a lazy low ponytail she let rest on her shoulder. From your place at the far door, it was a bit difficult to see everything clearly, even if you had 20/20 vision. Moving across the stage from the far left, she was followed by the light to the podium, clearing her throat in the mic.

“Good afternoon, freshmen”, all you could hear was her trained professionalism, “I’m going to keep this short since I’m sure you’d all like to rest and get used to your surroundings. You are not here for your dorm assignments.”

You could already hear a few soft groans from those that wished to rest immediately but you heard her give an amused hum as a response before continuing.

“You are here for your rank assignments.”

Huh? Ranks?

“You have been sorted in different dorms based on your chosen majors. Heartavica for fine and liberal arts. Spadela for mathematics and sciences. Clovire for athletics and manual trades. And Diamonganto for business and law. Should you choose to change majors, you will be moved into the proper dorm building. However…”

Her amused tone morphed into something dark and more sadistic. Even if you didn’t make eye contact with her, you felt her eyes send a chill up your spine. 

“You are permitted to change majors only twice. And only in your first two years here. After that, all major changes will not be accepted.”

“Seriously?”

“Isn’t that a bit harsh? I’m still a freshman.”

“But isn’t the payoff kind of worth it?”

You couldn’t help but agree with some of them. You were already starting college. What’s with the extra pressure? Though, could you say you’re that surprised? While applying, you couldn’t apply as undecided. You just went with what you felt like you could do best and make money. You just hoped you made the right decision.

The woman leaned forwards, “However, rest assured that we will provide the resources you require to succeed. Now then…”

You will be ranked based on a card deck. Ranks are Aces, Faces, and Numbers. As you leave, you will receive your school provided phone.Log in to your school, register it as yours. The same setup as always. You will receive your rank and dorm number in an email. Any questions can be asked to your dorm heads or a faculty member.”

You’re all dismissed. Get comfortable and rest well.” Then she turned to leave, back the way she came. The shades rolled up the windows. 

That was…quite the first introduction.

You expected the university to be a bit strange, due to some rumors. But you wanted to dismiss them for being just conjecture and idle gossip. 

Taking a deep breath, you turned around when you heard the doors open. You were one of, if not the, first to get your phone. While you were still processing the sudden info drop, you still felt both nervousness and excitement surge through you as you logged in and registered.

You didn’t entirely understand yet, but you could sense the weight of the rank system before officially knowing your own part in it.

You took some deep breaths before tightening your grip on your phone. No. You had to calm down. If you could put off knowing for a little longer, you might’ve. But you had to look now to know your dorm. After looking at the email, you saw your dorm and rank were-

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Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. There. I took twisted wonderland inspiration, mixed in some Classroom of the Elite and Kakegurui, yeet it in the oven, set the kitchen on fire, and this is whatever was left over after the fire department left.

I don’t know, man. I’m kind of proud of how it turned out, but I don’t have any real confidence in it. I’m open to any constructive criticism or feedback.

[gildedmuse]

[Top credit to @jhaernyl. Who knows of I would even write without her. She is one of the singule kindest, kniwst individuals I know. And I love her for both]

So, we have a problem..

A lot of time I see cute art and I can't HELP being inspired and want to write fic about it, or at least a ficlet. It's kind of a lot of my writing these days, it's helping me get back in the habit. But you can't just post art without proper credit!

(Speaking of which @jhaernyl for writing inspo.)

So what I'm do is post a link to a random site. And if it HAPPENS to remind you of the story I guess that's that.

Exactly like this.

[Gonna credit Sam Elias, if that's wrong please let me know. I'd hate to wrongly credit this random and unrelated art]

Idea:

College Law after his high school boyfriend moves in with him

Law: *20 year old starting his med degree working full time and trying to get an internship all at the same time*

Zoro: *15 and shows up at Law's door with one bag and three swords* Torao! *Throws himself into Law's arms*

Official Boyfriend

Law: Z-Zoro-ya? What are you doing here? *Glancing at his calendar. It's not Northerntide yet is it? He's been studying but he hasn't been THAT out of it*

Zoro: *Snickers* That's still a month off, idiot.

Zoro: *walks in to Law's apartment, perfectly comfortable* I just wanted to come and see you. Wow, your place is a mess.

Law: O-oh. *Blushing, moving to quick to stuff a.... Err.... Medical work out magazine under a pillow. Shambling some books onto his bed, tossing his jacket over the mess on his chair* I guess I haven't had many guest lately. Oh! *Looks down, surprised to suddenly have Zoro smiling up right next to him*

Zoro: Well now you have one. You're welcome!

Law: *Gives in, finally smiling softly down at Zoro* Yeah, I do. *Kissing the tip of his nose* My favorite guest, In fact.

Zoro: *snorts, punching Law's arm, but gently* You just told me I was your ONLY guest, flirt.

Law: *chuckle* But still my favorite.

Zoro: *standing there, up on his toes, staring up at Law all expectedly*

Law: *ruffles his hair* Right. Let me get you a warm drink.

Not what Zoro wanted, but he'll take it.

—🧡—

Technically, Zoro and Law have been "dating" since Zoro was 12/13 and Law was 17/18. Law wouldn't say it was dating. He would say he was acting as Zoro's uchidachi while also helping to tutor the boy so he'd be ready for his Third Level Exams - that's for students moving from Second Levels (11-14 year olds) into their third and final level of basic education (15-18) - but seeing as they were both orphans and both lived at the dojo (the North doesn't have "orphanages" as such. Its far more effective to send kids into some sort of school. Not for general education but for something like a vocation or else a specialty like a Dojo or a Theater or a Companion House) and since Law was both his uchidachi and his tutor and one of the oldest kids at the dojo, they ended up spending so much time together that Zoro decided it was dating.

When Law turned 18 he had to move out of the dojo, even though he was still finishing his final year of third level (the last two years are only for higher level students who are likely to go into universities. Law had earned a scholarship to the North Blue Marine Academy, so he was staying all three years, but the dojo only has so many rooms, and at 18, regardless of the situation, you had to go.) Law "rented" a room with his mentor, the one at the Academy who had recruited Law and even secured him a spot in the competitive medical school - under the stipulation that Law maintains his grades of course - so he was able to focus on his school.

However, he felt he needed at least a part time job. And while Law MAY have been the occasional problem back at the dojo, the Sensei did like to hold him up as an example to the other students as what they could achieve if they put their nose to the grindstone and followed all the rules.

Also, Donquixote Rosinate was a big donor and Law's mentor and no one wanted to upset Rosinate-san. So they hired him on part time as a assistant to the sensei which, at least the students liked him

But Zoro liked him MORE and so he was sure to establish that he was still Law's shadachi which Law ensured him that, yes, while he might be the assistant sensei for the whole class, he was only Zoro-ya's uchidachi which Zoro was very, very happy to hear.

So then, just to make sure, he checked that he was still Torao's only boyfriend.

That was.... More complicated.

"Why? Because you sometimes see other people? I don't care, so long as I'm your only OFFICIAL BOYFRIEND."

"Zoro-ya, you can't be my official boyfriend. You can't be my boyfriend at all. You're only 12!"

"Well, yeah, but I'll be 13 in less than a month! All the other 13 year olds have boyfriends or girlfriends."

"But not ones who are 18."

"That's not true. Baby's is 37!"

Law has nearly choked. He also made sure to tell one of the Sensei immediately, and was politely told to mind his own business.

Zoro remained very persistent. "Please. We don't have to DO anything. I just want to have you as my boyfriend."

And Law did notice all the other 13 year olds had dates. Zoro was from the east, he got brought up here by *accident*. And he really didn't seem to want to do anything other than talk about kendo and hang out with Law and maybe sometimes fall asleep on his shoulder, but those are all things he'd done before. So when he was 13, Law finally gave in and said, okay, they could be "official" boyfriends, but he couldn't tell any of yhe kids at the dojo. It would make it seem like Law was playing favorites and dating students is wrong, anyway, he explained.

Zoro had gone all pink and punched the air. "Yes! Torao, I'll be the BEST official boyfriend ever, I promise!"

And maybe it's just that Law had only ever had the two "official" boyfriend and one girlfriend ever and none of them had been that great at just, like, being *people* never mind dates, but honestly, Zoro-ya probably was the best. At least in Law's experience.

He didn't talk about it, not at the dojo but at also at school, at least as far as Law could tell. He never asked for anything or expected Law to do anything for him. He didn't mind when sometimes kids would tease Law because somehow they always seemed to know when he'd been with someone, because as far as Zoro was concerned it was like how Law was everyone's assistant but only HIS uchidachi. That's what made him official.

He didn't constantly follow Law around or want to talk to him all the time; well, no more than he had before. He never cried or pouted because Law wasn't giving him enough attention or started a fight just because he fault like being angry.

Well, he started fights, just not with Law, and they were all physical anyway so that was fine.

No, he was pretty much the same kid he'd always been expect that sometimes he'd scoot just a bit closer to Laa, and occasionally he'd sneak giving him this look, but that was fine. Oh, and for couple's day he'd gone and got Law a gift.

Of course, he didn't have any money, but he knew Law was busy with school and his job and his Academy Entranve Exams AND being his Official Boyfriend, so Zoro had snuck out and borrowed Kikoku - Law's Nodachi and one of his few possessions left from his parents - And he took his best oil and traded away part of his super for the best rice paper he could and he even managed to find his way to where Law was staying (that's had been the plan, at least..... In the end, he wound up at the Marine station, but that worked out all the same) and he spoke with Law's Corazon and explained what he needed. Law said if there was every anything that Zoro really, really needed or any kind of an emergency, he should go to Corazon. Zoro knew this wasn't an emergency, but he did think it was really, really important so he put together his best clothes and brushed his hair and practiced all his formal language just to ask this one favor.

It turns out, Corazon was really cool and so impressed with Zoro's presentation that not only did he agree, he took him down to the store himself and he let Zoro pick out the Sageo he thought Law would like best (within reason).

Zoro had selected a bright red one because that way it was like blood and Torao was going to be a doctor, so he'd probably be around a lot of blood and this was if any was on his hands it wouldn't show. Plus it looked really cool. Way more scary and also fancy than the worn out, threadbare and dirty white one that Law was using.

Corazon let him come back to the house so he could work while Law was at class (he forgot to ask why Zoro wasn't at class himself, he was so delighted to have this adorable and determined child who wanted to make a gift for his uchidachi. He didn't even bother to tell him that wasn't how Couple's Day works up North. He just made Zoro some snacks, said he had to go back to work but he could call if anything happened and help himself to anything in the kitchen and let the boy work.

When Law came home after his study group he found Zoro curled up on the floor next to the couch, Corazon's marine coat draped over him like a blanket. On the table was a note where Corazon explained all about Zoro coming down to the marine office and asking Corazon if he would help him buy a gift for Law and how he'd come back and spent all day working on polishing Kikoku and then rewrapping the saya with the hanging cord which according to Corazon he'd only needed two tries to do which seemed very impressive for such a young boy. He'd also run in the second he'd heard Corazon scream with his own katana drawn, ready to attack, and once he saw it was just Corazon on fire from the stove he helped him put both out.

Corazon had wanted to offer him dinner, but by the time he'd come in the boy had be sprawled out on the floor snoring. The note finished that he's had to leave - no reason which Law has figured out means it's secret marine business - but dinner was in the fridge. Be sure his young friend gets home safe and oh you may want to change his bandages before he goes.

That part was confusing to say the least, so Law goes and he gently prods Zoro awake. The boy yawns and sits up, holding out Kikoku for Law's approval.

The sword was beautiful. He also noticed Zoro's littke hands covered in bandages. Kikoku was a cursed blade and Zoro-ya is stranger, it makes sense it would take blood. But he had just wrapped up his fingers and kept working. It had been one of the nicest thing anyone's ever done for Law.

Law, of course, had no idea he'd planned to make such a sweet gesture and so had nothing to give him in exchange. Thinking quickly he told Zoro-ya to close his eyes before dashing to his room. He grabs an old hoodie he's made with his tag on it.

It was nothing compared to the thoughtfulness behind Zoro-ya's gift, but before Law can regret it, the boy's squealed that he loved it and throw it on over his school uniform.

On the way taking Zoro's back to the dojo, the stop and get some fries dumplings and the woman behind the counter's comment on how cute they are with Zoro in his boyfriend shirt makes Zoro beam. Law smiles and says, "yeah, he's the Official Boyfriend," in a way he hopes she'll know is joke and Zoro turns pink and burrows into his jacket. The old woman laughs and apologizes for being out of couple specials and instead "sneaks" them two extra dumplings and gives them what it left of her white rice which is easily three helpings worth. After the split the dumplings he lets Zoro have the rice to himself which he gulps down without seeming to need to breathe. He is quite the picture with his puff out cheeks, splitting rice as he says thank you.

"You know next year, when I'm not around, if anything where to happen you could still go to Cora-san, yeah?"

"Oh...." And the kid manages to swallow the whole ball of rice in his mouth at once. "Yeah but, you'll still come and visit, right? For holidays and stuff."

"It would be expensive," Law pointed out. "And I'll be very busy."

Zoro gives a small sound of unstanding and nods his agreeal. The kid is just looking down at the mostly empty dumpling box, picking through what little rice is left. Law feels like he's broken up with someone. On Couple's Day.

"But...." He says, eyes falling on a vendor who is just about to close up. He takes out his wallet. It's a little light, but then it always is. "Here," he says, reaching down for Zoro's hand and pulling him towards that side of the street. "One last Couple's Day gift. Excuse me, sir?"

"Yes?"

"It says 2 for 200 Berris."

"Yes, it's our Couple's Day Special."

"Is that for any of them or..."

"That's the cheapest models. We have much better for 1200, and for just 3000 we can do two E Mushis, but the air time is sold separately. "

"Can the cheap ones reach from here to the Marine Academy over on Stanton Island? "

" All the way to Stanton? No. Not yet, they're too young." Law notes the inside of his cheek, making a disappointed noise. He should have checked before dragging Zoro-ya over here.

The vendor looks between the two before sighing. He's seen enough broken hearted couples for one day. "I have some that are about two years old. The reception might be spotty but it will get better given a year or so. I can do them for 300."

"Yeah?" 300 isn't that bad, and he can use it for other things like staying in touch with Cora-san and his friends. "May we see them?"

The man nods before reaching down and pulling out a small aquarium. It has barely enough room for each creature to move, with a line of plastic down the middle so the cages can either been broken into two or turned into one slightly larger aquarium.

Inside are two medium size snails. One of them happily chomping at the foliage. The other looks like it had been sleeping but clicks into a more official On state when it's picked up, remaining fully still.

The man puts them on the counter in front of Zoro's who looks at them with a curious tilt of his head.

Law fingers what little cash he has on him. He feels for such a purchase he should at least ask some questions. "You said they're 2 years old?"

"Yeah. It'll still be about 3 years before they're full grown, another 2 before they're Grand Line Capable. These models have a good 20 years on them, though."

"Do they have any additional capabilities?"

"These models? No, they're only bred to be basic communicators. But if all you're doing is talking, they can handle that. Like I said, they're range will get bigger given a few years."

"Any health problems? Care instructions?"

"This breed is pretty hearty. They're the North Blue Heartland Subspecies, known for good health and strong signal bred with an Eastern Beach Subspecies for the longevity and obedience. They're often referred to as SandHearts. Pretty common bred, resistant to most diseases though Shell Spots can sometimes appear in old age. We sell Snail Pellets but actually, with these guys, you can charge them up with just about any kind of vegetation, even just a handful of grass. Shouldn't let him give them too many processed foods though," the man adds, nodding towards the cage.

Law looks back to see Zoro dropping a small piece of left over dumpling skin in to the green one, who immediately dives for it. The yellow one remains 'On', it's eyes stalks only following the food for a second. "Zoro-ya, are you listening? "

"Hmm? Mmm." The young boy gives him a nod. Law raises his eyebrows, giving the chopsticks a pointed look.

Biting his inner cheek with just a bit of a pout, Zoro puts down his chopsticks. "Sorry about that," Law says, turning back to the vendor who only shrugs.

"It won't hurt em too much in small doses, just gives them a lot of energy to burn. Plus, can reduce their years of usage eventually. So what will it be? I have a couple of 560 Berri pairs that are further along if you'd like. "

Law winces at the price. "These will do. Thank you so much. "

As they walk off, Law sighs, stuffing his now mostly empty wallet into jean's pocket. "There," he says, smiling down at Zoro even if the smile is a bit strained. "Now will be able to speak with one another, even with me a while two islands away. You can call me with questions about kendo or homework."

Zoro looks at the two creatures in his hand. Cautiously, he taps at the glass before breaking into a smile for Law. "I want the green one."

Law returns the smile, nodding. "Okay, that one's yours." They break apart the box. Law sets his in his jacket pocket while Zoro continues to carry his inside the box with the little bits of rice. Law hopes he's not planning to feed it to the creature when he gets home. Law JUST bought them....

"If I got a job and saved up, then could I come and visit you?"

"I don't see why not. You'd have to work extra hard though, to stay on top of your grades and kendo. "

"You don't have to worry about that! I'm still the top kendo competitor in my year."

"Yeah, but not the top student," Law reminds him. But Zoro just keeps staring and finally Law relents with a sigh. "We'll talk about it later. The Dojo is the next left."

"Hmm? Oh the streets look different in the dark."

"Sure they do." Law takes the paper box, almost completely devoid of food by now, and tossss it away in the trash. So Zore won't be tempted. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay."

"Okay." Then Zoro stands there, staring at him.

Law states back. The Dojo is literally less than two hundred feet, but he still wants to watch to make sure Zoro gets back okay. They stand like that for a minute before Zoro's eyes slide to the left.

"Hmm?" Law looks over to spot a young couple standing under the light of a street lamp. The girl has about a dozen Frost Roses in her hands which couldnt have been cheap. The two are kissing and when the girl pulls back the boy tried to follow despite her giggled protest that her parents will worry.

Law looks back at Zoro, who is still staring up at him. With a low sign, Law leans down kissing the tip of Zoro's nose.

That's apparently good enough since the boy breaks out into a smile. "Night!" He calls out, almost tripping over himself as as he heads back to the dojo.

—🧡—

Now he's trying to find something non alcoholic in his fridge he can give to Zoro. A Zoro who is suddenly here. Law known he had gotten a job and had been talking about visiting but only a few days. For the holidays. And it had only been talk.

"What about school? Vacation hasn't started yet, has it?"

"Oh, yeah. I stopped going?"

"Wh-ouch!" Law jumps back at the top of his head heads the ceiling of the fridge. "What do you mean you stopped going?"

"Oh, yeah. Well, it turns out that I don't actually NEED the last tao years for Kendo, you know? "

"Kendo?" Law's jaw drops. He couldn't be serious. "Zoro-ya you can't just DO kendo!"

"Sure I can. I'm already really good at it! Plenty of people do. Oh, and I'm old enough to join the Marines!"

"Join the Marines? Zoro-ya you are NOT joining the Marines!"

"Why not?" Zoro gives him a look. "You are."

Law waves his head through the air. That's totally different. He going to the Marine Academy as a medical doctor, and even if he stayed he'd be a well paid officer. He's not joining as the rank and file!

"What did the Sensei have to say about this!?" Law asks. They couldn't just allow this. They must have strings they could pull to get him back in school!

"Oh..." Zoro gives a mad sort of sigh, looking around the room. "They kicked me out as well."

"You got kicked out of the dojo!?"

"They said there wasn't any room for someone who was just a waste of space and they need the spot for kids that would actually be worth it," Zoro grumbles, refusing to look at Law. Refusing to admit the failure.

Just like that, Law's rising panic, his fury, it all disappears. Well, maybe not disappears but certainly lessens and redirects. They told him he wasn't good enough to keep around? Really?

But he's still practically just a kid? How could they...

"But...." Zoro gives him a small, hopeful look. "I thought, I could stay here right. I mean, I can get a job and help out wi-"

"Yeah." With a sigh, Law runs a hand through his hair. He doesn't need Zoro to finish. "Yeah, you can stay."

[sleepysnk]

a/n: welcome back! sorry for such a long wait, but life got in the way of a lot of shit. i hope you guys enjoy this latest chapter!! <3

pairings: obito uchiha x fem!reader

warnings: modern au, mentions of anxiety, mentions of past relationships, some brief angst.

The Beach: Chapter Thirty-Two

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Several days had passed since the incident that occurred just outside your apartment door. You and Konan were still both completely appalled by it all. The nerve those two men had appearing at your front door like they hadn’t done a single thing angered you. It was adding on to more stress that had already built up from before, and you didn’t have time for their shitty excuses or their lies. 

The day was bright and sunny. There wasn’t a single cloud roaming the baby blue sky. You had finally made your return to campus after spending yet another day or two away from it. Coming to class after having such a heavy absence weighed heavily on you, and your professors were quite stern on the fact that you were lucky that they had given you the chance to come back. Under normal circumstances, you would have been removed immediately for missing so much class, but they gave you that doubt since you were so academically gifted in your courses. You were relieved to hear such things, but they warned you that if it were to repeat that you could possibly lose your scholarship and be removed from their classes. You weren’t going to return to old habits whatsoever, so that would never happen again.

You now had a whole bunch of work to complete before semester grades were due. Your professors gave you some extra time, but you wanted to hop onto it as fast as you could. It would probably take you a good couple sleepless nights to make it possible, so you prepared yourself for just that. 

Many students passed you as you walked on the concrete path that led to your university’s library. You were somewhat on high alert. After everything that had gone down just a few days prior, you were making it a priority to avoid Itachi and Obito at all costs. Those two would probably be trying to seek you out for whatever reason they had, and you weren’t interested in speaking to either of the men. Konan informed you that if there was a problem, she would gladly leave class to deal with it. However, you told her to not do such a thing. She needed to focus on her own stuff. You could easily handle the situation if it ever came down to it. You weren’t afraid of either of them. You had spent way too many nights shedding tears over men who weren’t shit. Those evenings would come to an end here and now.

You stepped towards the entrance of the library. It was a fairly hot day, so being inside would give you some much needed relief from the sun's rays. 

Pulling the door open, you shuffled inside of the quiet space. Many people sat at random tables with their earbuds in or some people grouped together and worked on projects or homework they had to complete. You were relieved to see that it wasn’t too busy at the moment. It was still the middle of the day, so coming at that time was perfect. You could actually get some decent work done and maybe check out a book while you were at it. You doubted that second fact simply due to the fact that you were swamped with assignments and other work that needed to be done. You mentally cursed yourself for falling behind from everything, but the circumstances didn’t really align in your favor. That was the unfortunate part, but you were looking to completely put that past you and move forward with a clear mind. You had to finish this semester strong, no matter what. 

You made your way down one of the many aisles that were full of different kinds of books. Not a single novel was out of place. Those librarians definitely worked hard when it came to making sure everything was well organized there. 

You paused once you met the fiction section. There were many books lined against the shelves with different titles and a plethora of colors on the spines. There were a few that you read for your high school courses a while back, but a majority of them were foreign to you. A part of you had the urge to read something that would rip your heart out. Angsty romance? Maybe.. actually, no. That wouldn’t be the greatest idea, considering what had been going on the past few weeks. 

The idea of possibly reading something new flew out the window, so you decided to just find somewhere to sit so you could start your work. There was much to do and you knew if you didn’t get on top of it now, you would end up failing. Your parents would tear your head off if that happened. 

You turned the corner and froze in your spot. Your blood went cold inside of your body, and you honestly had no idea what to do. There was no way he was here. You didn’t like believing in coincidences, but this had to be the one at the top of the list that made you want to disappear into the floor. Standing just a couple feet away at the librarian's desk was your ex, Itachi Uchiha. He seemed to be inquiring about something and they were having a conversation that you really couldn’t pick up on. It was very quiet inside the library, but you really couldn’t read their lips. It was unfortunate, but you wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. The last thing you wanted was to gain Itachi’s attention. He had been a pain in your ass for so long and you weren’t about to give in to whatever stupid words he was about to drop on you. Hell, even interacting with him would make you go off. 

Much to your dismay, Itachi turned his head at the wrong moment, and he made eye contact with you directly. Your heart quickened inside your chest and you quickly rushed away from his line of view. There’s no way he would chase you through a library. Itachi was all about following the rules and he was super respectful to people, especially to adults. It just fucking sucked that he couldn’t apply that same energy to you and your relationship with him. 

You managed to make it to the exit of the library where you reached the outside. You were so fucking annoyed that you couldn’t stay inside of the library to study, but being away from Itachi was the best option for you. If you would have stayed there, you would have probably started yelling at him and possibly thrown a few books in his direction so he would stay away. You never realized how fucking persistent your ex-boyfriend could be with you. He let you go so easily. Hell, he even placed himself in a position to lose you, and here he was trying to act like he hadn’t done anything wrong. It would make sense if it was the other way around, but this way? It made you want to laugh from how comical it was. 

You began to go down the concrete you were just on a few minutes prior. You figured you would just go home and study inside your apartment. At least you would have the privacy there and wouldn’t have to worry about someone invading your personal space. 

“(Y/N), please wait. I want to talk to you.”

A chill ghosted down your spine when you heard the familiar voice call behind you. There was a side of you that was telling you to just book it and run across campus, but there was another side that told you to just turn around and spill out everything that had been plagued inside of you for several months. Sure, you may have said some of it a few days before when Itachi first showed up, but you were once again given another chance to express that anger. It seemed like the universe was testing your patience.

You turned on your heels, facing Itachi. He seemed as nonchalant as ever while speaking to you. It made the frustration boil inside of you knowing that he was acting that way. He was the lucky one. He didn’t have to deal with the results of his significant other cheating on him with someone else, then completely victimizing themselves over something they did. He just never understood that, and you doubt he ever would. It was honestly baffling that he had the nerve to speak to you. 

You crossed your arms over your chest. This was beginning to become ridiculous. You couldn’t even walk around your own campus without him on your tail. Part of you even considered going to the campus police about it, but they probably wouldn’t do much. “What? What is there to talk about, Itachi?” your tone was harsh, making him shift uncomfortably from the way it sounded. 

Itachi stepped towards you, cautiously. In all honesty, you wanted to hit him in the face. He wasn’t saying a damn word, which was annoying. All you wanted was for him to speak and he was making it so much harder than it needed to be. He was testing your patience today and the last thing you needed was for him to waste your time over something stupid. “I just wanted to talk about us.. I know I came around suddenly, but trust me, I don’t have bad intentions with you!” he protested, placing his hands up defensively. “I mean that, and I can prove it.”

Your head cocked to the side. You grew curious by what he meant by that, but a part of you was still on the fence. This was Itachi of all people. The same man who swore up and down that he would never hurt you, but yet, he did. He put himself in that spot and him trying to retract it all like it was nothing made you irritated. He shouldn’t have had that right, but you wanted to know what he was going to say. For all you knew, he could lie to you again and you weren’t about to fall for it again. “Okay.. then speak.” you narrowed your eyes on your ex-boyfriend, trying to see what he was going to do. 

He shoved his hands into the pockets of his shorts. He looked somewhat hesitant to reply to you, but that quickly shifted when he took a deep breath. “I’ve changed, and I mean that. I did a lot of thinking after we broke up and I know I was the asshole.. you have every right to be angry with me, but I just want to fix my mistakes.” he walked a bit closer to you. “Please.. let me show you I’ve changed. I want to take you out.. we can get something to eat and talk. I promise.. you won’t regret it.” 

You stood there, astounded. 

To be honest, you had no idea what to say to him. At first glance, it seemed like he was being genuine with you. He had that believable tone that you almost believed for a moment, but you knew better than that. Hanging out with your ex would only bring you more attachments and it wouldn’t be a great idea. Konan would probably whoop your ass if you went out with him, so you knew you would decline. There was no way you would let that happen. 

But, at the same time, you were conflicted.

There was a possibility that Itachi did change. You had seen plenty of men actually shift their behavior after they hurt their girlfriends. You could pull up so many examples, but that wasn’t the point. It had been almost a whole year since the two of you had broken up, and that gives someone a lot of time to reflect on what they had done. You knew if you had done such a thing that you would feel horrible, but was it the same for Itachi? Did he truly feel guilty for what he had done to you that day? Some people say that second chances are good things and you should give them out sometimes if the person deserves it. The only question was.. did Itachi deserve a second chance? There was also that side that believed once a cheater always a cheater. That was very true as well. 

You were stuck and you hated it.

You let out air through your nose. You were nervous standing there, because he seemed to be waiting for your answer. You really didn’t know what to say to him, but you had to come up with something. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea..” you let your eyes fall to the floor, avoiding his gaze. 

Itachi knew you would say something like that. You were still the same girl he met all that time ago. He then pulled out his phone, making you raise an eyebrow. You were confused at what he was doing with it, but it didn’t take very long for you to realize what his motive was. “Here.. take my phone number. If you want to.. we should have that date, but if not, that’s okay too.” he handed you his cell phone which displayed his number across the top. “I really want this to work, (Y/N).”

Instead of arguing, you took out your own phone and snapped a photo of his number. He wore this soft smile when he saw that you saved it in your contacts. It was the same smile that you fell for all those months ago. It just hurt you that the grin you adored so much became the one you despised to see on a daily basis. 

“See you around..” 

Itachi then walked away from you, leaving you standing there completely stunned with what you had just done. You could feel your stomach churning with nervousness and anxiety. You wanted to keep the entire thing to yourself, because you really didn’t want anyone else to know about what happened. You knew damn well Konan would go for his throat, and you already had enough shit to deal with. 

However, you only felt one emotion.

Confliction.

[readyfreddy]

Ok a question: is the bad grade because you're missing so many assignments that the 0s are stacking up, or is it because of a series of poor grades?

Because for the first one, ask for an incomplete and give them a TIMELINE on which you will complete the work over eg summer (like 1 assignment a week or sth, nothing super intense just to prove that you're actually going to do it) and maybe also offer to meet with them regularly/send them email updates regularly while you're working on their work (again to prove you won't ghost them and will actually finish the class).

The second one, you could try to ask them to bend the syllabus for you. Definitely tell them how much they mean to you as a prof and how much you like their class, but also just express the difficulty you've been having honestly (tbh just like the first two lines in quotes in your post) and maybe see if they will let you maybe do something to your grade advantage, like take a final essay grade or final exam grade in place of your average if it's higher.

I don't know what your relationship with them is or your other needs, but you could also ask to retake the class with lower demand (like attending lectures you feel you need to and not the ones you don't need over again) or ask for maybe an independent study class to help with their research or something to help raise your overall GPA if the course grade doesn't matter as much in the grand scheme.

Sorry for the rambling in your inbox 😅 I live surrounded by academics so it's kind of the stuff I hear about all the time and this seemed less wierd then DMing idk? Uh I hope this helps and isn't like intensely overstepping 😅

All good and I genuinely appreciate your imput <3 Inbox or DM work equally as well for me :)

I've handed everything in on time but have a series of 50's and below :( , and I don't really have a relationship with him beyond discussion my academic accommodations. I'm aiming for pharmacy school, but at that becomes less of a reality every single day (or at least what it feels like). I have other options that I'd be happy with, but as of right now, pharmacy school is a big goal of mine.

I ended up sending him an email, that he'll likely see Monday morning, my email (w/o identifying features) is below the cut:

I have enjoyed your class thoroughly and have learnt a lot. Despite what it looks like on paper, I am trying my best and working hard to succeed in this course. 

This term has been incredibly difficult for me as I have been balancing two jobs,  handful of extracurriculars, as well as dealing with an out of province parent who is becoming increasingly disabled as time progresses and doing extensive research regarding their condition. It is hard to ignore that there is a lot going on in my life and I am trying to keep a lot of different areas of my life in control, even if those matters are completely beyond my control. 

As a result, this has taken a major toll on my mental health. What I was once able to successfully manage has now become near debilitating. I have used some of the on-campus resources, and they have made a noticeable difference. One of my lab instructors has already expressed concern regarding my mental health and have taken some small actions to help me.

I’ve been able to go to all your classes; however, I have found it hard to focus and retain information, even if I am taking notes and engaging in classroom discussion. 

I know that it is very late in the term, and there is very little that can be done while still maintaining fairness to all students. If there is anything that can be done, please let me know at your earliest convenience. Unfortunately, I will not be able to attend your office hours this upcoming Monday,  I am aiming to be there around 9:30 on Wednesday. If these times do not work for you, please let me know and we can discuss a time that works best for both of us.