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⭒ 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 ! I WANNA BE A WH0RE !

[ ALHAITHAM AS YOUR TUTOR . ]

content · fem ! reader, name calling, bimbo reader, alcohol mention, sub ! reader, teasing, degradation, manipulation, alhaitham is a bit toxic, in public, possessiveness, taking and sharing photos without consent, threesome mention, toy use.

· alhaitham hates socializing, let's make that clear. while you may have bumped into him a few times in the corridor or at mandatory school events, the first time that you actually met him was when you were over at his dorm.

· you'd spent a night at a frat party where you had bumped into his roommate, kaveh. the two of you hit it off over a few drinks and a couple of rounds of beer pong — before you knew it, you were on the way back to his place and getting a little bit handsy in the back of the uber ride.

· while you both intended on getting laid that evening, the reality was that kaveh passed out the moment that his head hit the pillow. regardless, you lay in his bed beside him, too tired to care, and fell asleep for the night.

· the next morning, you woke up to cold and unfamiliar sheets. upon checking your phone, you discovered that it was way past two p.m., and you’d missed your morning lecture. after picking up your discarded clothes and any other belongings, you stumbled into the common area whereby you were greeted by your stoic, grey-haired classmate.

· his nose was buried in a book as he sprawled out on the couch, and despite your efforts to make a stealthy exit, you knocked over a rather gaudy lamp. alhaitham’s quick reflexes surprised you as, without moving his gaze from the page, he reached out and grabbed the object before it could hit the ground. you stood there in shock for a moment as he looked at you up and down before breaking the silence, bluntly informing you that kaveh had a seminar to attend.

· the two of you made some light conversation, though it was really just alhaitham making short responses and you trying to be as polite as you could. in all honesty, the man was intrigued by you. he was used to girls in his classes being all over him as a result of his academic prowess and his above average physique. you, however… there was something special about you.

· he ended up inviting you to get some coffee and to go over the notes from the lecture that you missed, and of course you agreed, with the exception that you could go home first to get changed and grab your laptop. although it very clearly wasn’t a date, you hated going out without looking your very best. to your surprise, alhaitham walked you back to your dorm and waited for you to get yourself ready.

· alhaitham clearly overestimated how quickly he would be done with this. reviewing the material covered this morning would typically take him an hour at most, whereas now the pair of you were on your third round of coffee and barely approaching halfway. hell, he was wondering how you ever managed to get into university.

· ever the sceptic, he even debated whether or not you were simply faking your stupidity to get closer to him, but by the way that you left for the bathroom for the sixth- no, seventh time just to redo your lip gloss, he doubted that. how drunk did kaveh have to be to bring you home? maybe you were just an easy fuck; it seemed that much was apparent to alhaitham. he cursed under his breath as he found himself contemplating how much fun his roommate had had the night before with you. he wasn’t a sleeze, but you were practically parading yourself around like a piece of meat in that short pink skirt.

· one coffee date soon turned into permanent tutoring. alhaitham told himself that he was doing it for your good rather than any selfish reasons — surely it's better that you study with him instead of some pervert that would gladly take sex as a payment for their time, right? or at least, that's how it was at first.

· it didn't take too long for alhaitham to become frustrated with your incompetence. he'd explain a given subject three or four times, and you would barely understand the basics even then. everything came to head with him snapping and running his hands through his hair as he called you a good for nothing slut, even going as far as to (rhetorically) ask if you would do a better job if he questioned you whilst having you bent over the table and his cock buried deep inside your whore cunt.

· at first, you were slightly taken aback; it was strange to see a man that typically kept his emotions under lock and key display such an outburst. then you thought about it a little more… maybe he was just giving you a study tip! that sounded more like the alhaitham you knew! he'd never degrade you over nothing, would he?!

· so you did what any sane person would do (or rather, what you thought any sane person would do) and said that you could try that, if he thought that it would help. alhaitham internally rolled his eyes, mentally cursing you for being so astronomically gullible. but after all of the strain that you've put him through, the countless hours of revising powerpoints and testing you with his personal collection of flash cards… he agreed.

· a pg-rated study session soon transformed into something out of a cheap porno. alhaitham prepped you a little, making you sit on the desk that you were using while he fingered you, all the while he recited facts for you to repeat back to him. by the time that you were ready, having reached a point dangerously close to coming undone, he leaned back in his seat and patted his lap, motioning for you to sit on his muscular thigh.

· you didn’t even bother to put your panties back on as you sauntered over to sit on his lap. your skirt rode up, leaving your wet cunt exposed. alhaitham undid the button on his jeans and pulled out his half-hard cock. your jaw almost dropped at the sight of it - it was certainly thicker than any other dick you’d taken, though the length is really what made you drool. your tutor teased your neediness a little before presenting you his idea: he was going to quiz you on some of the material, and if you answered right, you’d get his cock. simple enough… right?

· however, it would be stupid for alhaitham not to take full advantage of the dripping cunt in front of him, and the needy little doll that came attached. every time that you got a question wrong, or if he caught you daydreaming about his cock, he’d punish you. it was lighter at first, for example he reached under your shirt and groped at your breast. after five… no, six, questions, you made the mistake of hesitating and the man grabbed the base of his cock, then slapping the appendage against your pussy. he only smirked as you whined and bucked your hips against him, only for him to remind you that he still had a couple more questions to ask you.

· it was over an hour before you finally got to the end of his impromptu exam, and your demeanour was now akin to a desperate puppy. a pout had taken over your features, and your eyes were becoming increasingly glassy with tears threatening to spill if you didn’t get what you wanted - alhaitham was merely amused by what a delightful situation he’d found himself in, a pretty bimbo sat on his lap and begging him to be touched. you were putty in his very hands, so he saw it fit to allow you to ride him - after all, he was the one doing you a favour, right?

· these little study sessions soon improved your grades, and you were over the moon! upon receiving your results, you ran up to the taller man, who had to catch you before you both toppled over onto the grass courtyard besides the lecture hall. although alhaitham knew that he should be happy for you, the improvement instilled a fear in him: if you were smart enough to get these grades on you own, perhaps you wouldn’t need him anymore.

· that little thought sowed the seed in his mind that soon turned into a fully framed plan. sure, some would argue that it was a little bit manipulative, but it was for your own good, so he wasn’t causing any harm… right? and it certainly wasn’t done with a single ounce of malice, and you seemed to enjoy this little arrangement, so he continued to reason with himself that everything was perfectly fine.

· alhaitham’s scheme was simple: amongst all of the correct information that he taught you during your study sessions, he’d pepper in a few incorrect tidbits. it would prevent you from ever hitting full marks, and you could continue getting your pretty princess cunt stuffed full three or four times a week. he hated to admit it, but your adorable face as he pinned you down against his mattress and rutted into you whilst you recited what you’ve learnt to him. he always made sure that you thanked him for being such a wonderful tutor, and he even fucked you so good that you would agree with every single degrading phrase that slipped past his lips; it ranged from how you really were only good for getting fucked and that maybe you should drop out and become a full time whore to him reminding you that the only way you ever learnt anything was by spreading your legs.

· before you knew it, you were completely and utterly wrapped around alhaitham’s finger. you agreed to anything that he said if he promised that it would help you become smarter and would improve your grades! you even heard him out (and later went along with his plans) when he presented you with a cute pink dildo that you could slip into your panties before a test, and the idea was that you would recall answers easier because you were so used to learning with your cunt wrapped around his own cock.

· that being said, alhaitham was equally enamoured with you. he slowly allowed you to coax him out of his reclusive shell without even realising it himself. you would drag him along to social gatherings and parties - he told himself that he was doing it with your best interest at heart, after all anything could happen to such a dimwitted sweetheart like yourself, especially when you saw nothing wrong with wearing a miniskirt and a crop top out in the february cold. and no, it wasn’t like those fishnet tights or obnoxiously large white boots were doing anything to keep you warm at all.

· various classmates and other students on campus soon had you pegged as alhaitham’s girl, the precious, doe-eyed lamb that followed him around wherever he went and vice versa. other men were too scared to approach you as you had a scowling, grey-haired guard dog few paces behind you shooting them a death glare, and all the girls were insanely jealous about how you managed to bag the man that they’d been fawning over for so long. they even went as far as to gossip about how loose your cunt must be considering you’ve slept with half the guys on campus before him, and that you’d probably get bored and jump onto the next cock within a matter of weeks. alhaitham was quick to ensure that you never heard any of this, no matter how true the aforementioned statements were. a quick few threats here and a him flashing a picture that he’d secretly taken of your cunt struggling to take his cock shut them up rather fast.

· the only person that alhaitham allowed to hear you fuck though, was his roommate. in fact, he’d specifically speed up his pace in order to force louder noises out of your sweet throat in order to remind kaveh of what he had missed out on. he wasn’t totally mean though, no. because alhaitham promised that if you managed to pass this year’s finals, he’d let the blonde join in on your fun for an evening.

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Just Friends - Part 3

Dear GOD this was the last week before break and parent teacher conferences so it has been a long one. I have 39 conferences for who knows why between Monday and Tuesday

Read the previous part here

WC: 3774

Warnings: parental death mention, asshole coworkers, swearing

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Emeline’s phone was buzzing so much while she was teaching that her students ended up teasing her for violating her ‘no phones in class’ policy. She tried to argue that while the phone was buzzing, she wasn’t looking at it, but as soon as she did that, she had already lost, sending her lesson into disarray and forcing her to rethink the rest of the unit as she had planned it. Jeremy was texting in the newly formed group chat between the five of them about the girls going to see a game at the Garden. 

Emeline had to ignore the messages until she finally had a free period before lunch, silencing her phone as soon as she could, sitting down thankful that none of her students had asked if they could come in for help during what was probably going to be the only time she had to be alone for the rest of the week. She reads through what seemed like a hundred messages from the four of them, Fran and Maddy already agreeing, John letting them know that the tickets were all ready for them.

They just needed to know if Emeline was going.

She didn’t want to go.

First, it was a game in the city after what would be another long day at school and she wouldn’t have time to change or even drop her work bag anywhere before having to get to the arena. She knew the T well enough to navigate the green line, but knowing the public transit in the city, it would mean she would show up to the game at least an hour late, if not later but the time she got home and back. 

Second, she knew nothing about hockey. She didn’t really want to know about hockey, if she was being honest with herself. She already knew about lacrosse and that was enough for her considering how many other things she had to know. Emeline wanted to instill a love of learning in her students, but at a certain point, she understood when someone just got too overloaded with knowledge. Her dad was the one who taught her lacrosse, never really caring about any other sport besides basketball when she was growing up, the ‘08 Celtics team something he never stopped talking about, but she was still confused about the fact that there were ‘field goals’ in the sport. There was no field, and it was a basket, not a goal. 

Third, it meant she had to see Jeremy.

That day in the elevator was weird for both of them, neither of them acknowledging that it had happened. Emeline wasn’t even really sure what had happened between them. She hadn’t even told Fran and Maddy when they told each other everything. And that meant everything. Keelan still wasn’t pleased with the fact that her roommates had a habit of somehow using the birthmark on his lower back as ammo against him any chance they could.

Fourth, Keelan would hate it.

That last one didn’t bother her as much as it should. 

Before she could even begin to try to figure out why, Javier, one of the other chemistry teachers, pokes his head into her room. “Department meeting after school?”

“For fucks sake, what?” Emeline groans, pulling up her email to see the missed message from Anderson letting them know they were all meeting in his room after school, attendance mandatory. That meant she had to push that lacrosse workout the athletic director asked her to schedule by at least an hour, which meant she would have even less time to get to the game tonight. It actually might not be such a bad thing if it weren’t Anderson scheduling it. “God, I would have willingly taken an overload if it meant he didn’t have to share a prep with us.”

Javier laughs, leaning against the doorway. “Yeah, because you have time to teach the five classes you have as it is.” 

“He really thinks we have no lives outside of these jobs, doesn’t he?”

Javier comes in, sitting at the desk in front of her. “Well, because of him, we don’t.” 

“Any ideas what it’s about?”

“Probably him trying to scold you for your phone going off all morning,” Javier teases, leaning forward. Before she can even ask how he would know, “I’ve heard nothing in the halls besides ‘Pritch’s phone won’t stop buzzing. Do you think it’s her boyfriend? Do you think it’s her girlfriend? Do you think something’s wrong?’” he says, making his voice higher to mimic their students.

Emeline scrunches her face. “Teenagers are too invasive.”

“Is the answer ‘yes’ to any of their questions?” Emeline sighs, giving him her phone. “Free Bruins game tonight? That’s awesome, can I come, too?” 

“I’m not even going,” she scoffs.

“Why not?” Emeline gestures to everything around them as if to tell him anything in front of her could be a reason why. “Tell Anderson you’re sick and have to go home.”

“I have lacrosse after school.”

“We have lacrosse after school,” he corrects her, his not so subtle way of reminding her that she had roped him into being the assistant coach when the previous one moved to a different state for her wife’s job. “I can run the workout, no problem.” 

“You’ve never done that before,” she tells him.

Javier rolls his eyes, tapping away on her phone. “They’re teenage girls. They’ll just sit on the bikes because they refuse to do anything else, anyway. How much do we care? And Jeremy said he can pick you up by 4:30 for the game, which gives you plenty of time to start the workout if you wanted to.” 

Emeline practically lunges across the desks for her phone. “You fucking didn’t.” She reads the messages, ‘her’ telling him she wants to go but has to stay at school late. He even brought up the fact that she wouldn’t get home in time to change and drop her bag off. Fran and Maddy letting her know they would have a change of clothes waiting for her in the car, and that her work bag would be safe there. “Really bold of you to do to the person in charge of ordering the sulfuric acid.”

“You’re not gonna kill me and dissolve my bones, Emeline. The sulfuric acid they sell doesn’t have a high enough concentration for you to be successful, and you know that.” She scoffs. “If I’m not here, who are you going to sit with at these stupid department meetings.”

“Touche.”  

The rest of the day goes by in a blur, Emeline’s phone continuing to light up with messages in the group chat. She knew that Jeremy and John really didn’t have much to do besides prep for a game, but Maddy was in hour ten of her twelve hour shift at Mass Gen, and Fran was normally swamped with meetings all day, every day. Why did they suddenly have all this time to be on their phones texting the boys? And how did they have any energy left to go to a game that was going to keep them out until almost 11 pm? How was she going to stay up past 11 pm when it was a school night? She didn’t even stay up that late on the weekends half the time.

Keelan never texted her during the day. Not even to check in and ask her how it was going for her. Granted, she never texted him either because she couldn’t be on her phone in the first place, but isn’t that something a boyfriend was supposed to do? Even if it was just once in  a while?

Jeremy did.

By the time the last period of the day was over, Emeline was exhausted, and she was sure her phone was, too. Javier swung back by her room as she was packing her bag to head to the dreaded last minute department meeting. Nothing good ever happened when there was a last minute meeting at the end of the day.

“Any idea what this is about?”Javier whispers to Nick, one of the biology teachers, as he and Emeline sit down in Anderson’s classroom. Nick responds with a shrug, something surprising considering Anderson normally tells him everything. 

Anderson claps his hands together, his annoying attempt to get everyone’s attention, just like always. “Alright, let’s start.” He pauses, staring at what Emeline can only imagine are the blank and unimpressed stares of 10 men and herself. “Admin emailed me during first period asking me to remind everyone that phones are not to be used during class unless they are being used for learning purposes.”

Emeline and Javier exchange annoyed glances. “You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Emeline mutters. This could have been an email.

“Which is perfect timing since I heard all about Ms. Pritchard’s phone today in the halls. Care to explain, Emeline?”

Emeline shrugs, knowing that if she tells him off like she wants to, he’ll just use it against her right away for being ‘too emotional,’ or something else stupid like that. Being the only woman in the science department and him being the sexist asshole that he was, he used every minute detail he could to try to argue that she was unfit for being a science teacher as a woman. “I had my phone on vibrate and I was getting messages from my friends during my lesson. I turned it off as soon as I got the chance.”

“Well, no phones during class. And to make sure there are no phones during class, you’re all going to be bringing them to my room at the beginning of the day.” Emeline lets out a laugh while the guys start their protests immediately as Anderson pulls out a blue plastic bin that he taped a piece of paper to with ‘PHONES’ written in his obnoxiously messy handwriting. No one particularly liked Anderson, but he knew how to kiss the administration’s ass, hence the reason he was the department head and not someone who was actually competent for the job. “You can thank Emeline for that.”

“Didn’t you say you were told this reminder this morning?” Nick brings up.

“Yes,” Anderson says, crossing his arms across his chest.

“And my phone wasn’t going off until after that,” Emeline points out.

“And didn’t you just interrupt your lesson to your freshmen yesterday because your wife was calling wanting to know what you wanted for dinner?” Javier asks.

“Yes.”

“So you’re taking our phones away because of you?”

“No phones,” Anderson tries to stand his ground.

“What if there’s an emergency? In or out of the classroom?” Emeline asks. “The phones on the walls were disconnected years ago, how are we supposed to call for help if the only working phones are in your room? Are we supposed to ask a student for theirs? That seems like a violation of privacy and a lawsuit waiting to happen.”

Anderson’s face was starting to get red, the way it always did when he was losing whatever battle he decided to fight with the rest of the department. “What emergency out of the classroom could you have? You don’t have any family like the rest of us, Emeline.”

The room goes silent, Emeline sitting there stunned, trying to keep her composure. “I think we’re done. I’m not giving you my phone every day.” 

Javier tries to call after her as she leaves, Emeline barely overhearing Nick yelling at Anderson for going so low and being so out of line because of something so trivial. She didn’t need the department to see her in tears over this. She checks her phone, the group chat again blowing up to let Emeline know that they were on their way. She could just wait outside for them, or she could ditch them altogether and just go home. She didn’t want to go to the game before, and she definitely didn’t want to go to the game now. 

“Em, what’s wrong?” Fran jumps out of the car she didn’t even realize had pulled up in front of her. Jeremy and Maddy jump out before John can even stop the engine, all of them concerned about why she was standing on the sidewalk crying.

“I just,” she stammers. “Can we just get in the car?” She pushes past them and gets into the backseat, the shirt and somehow a jersey Fran and Maddy had grabbed for her sitting there waiting for her.

“Talk,” Fran demands once they all pile back in. “Was it Keelan?”

Emeline hadn’t even been thinking of Keelan. “What? No. Anderson.”

“I’m gonna kill him.”

“You don’t even know why, Francesca.”

“I don’t need a reason if I see Emeline crying on the sidewalk because of him, Madelyn.”

“Who’s Anderson?” John asks before the girls get into more of a bickering match, pulling away to start his drive to the arena.

“My department head,” Emeline explains, forgetting that he was the only one in the car who didn’t know..

“Her department head,” Jeremy tells him at the same time, causing Emeline’s heart to feel like it skipped a beat.

Emeline clears her throat as the rest of them wait for her to continue, trying to ignore the fact that she could see Jeremy’s small smile at her through the rearview mirror. “He threw a bitch fit about phones and said some shit. It’s nothing. I’m fine.”

“Emeline, it’s not fine if this guy is making you cry,” Jeremy says, his voice unreasonably calming to her. “Do you want to tell us what he said?”

He was so different from Fran, who, while meaning well, would demand her to tell them every detail. Emeline takes in a deep breath, pulling her sweater up over her head to change shirts. “He called me out for not having a family anymore.”

Fran and Maddy screamed so loud in disgust that John almost rear ended the person in front of them on Storrow Drive, trying to keep his composure and not hurt them before the game while her two roommates were swearing like the words were about to be banned and it was their last chance to use them. 

“What do you mean?” Jeremy asks over Fran and Maddy, twisting around to look at Emeline in the last row of the car.

Emeline looks down at her lap, hating that this conversation had to happen whenever she met someone new. “My mom left right after I was born, so my dad and his mom raised me. My dad died when I was ten and then my grandmother died when we were freshmen.” 

“I’m so sorry,” Jeremy and John tell her in unison, Fran and Maddy still fuming.

“I don’t know any lawyers, can this be a lawsuit?”

“We can probably use some of my dad’s lawyers after I kill him. I cannot believe he would say that to you.”

“You would need someone who does criminal defense if it’s a murder case. Business law and criminal law aren’t the same thing,” John points out.

“Whatever, just drop it.”

“Emeline-”

“No. I asked you to drop it. I can handle it. Nick was yelling at him and one of the physics teachers always records the meetings so if I really need to, I can get the sound bite from him. Anderson is just a petulant asshole who hopefully will get what’s coming to him sometime soon. There’s nothing to do right now.” 

They drive in silence the rest of the way to the Garden, Emeline staring out the window. She could just text Keelan and ask him to pick her up. Except, he never would. He would bitch the entire time about having to make the drive into the city, especially when North Station was right there. Why should he pick her up when she could get home by herself?

John parks, everyone getting out. Fran and Maddy go ahead with John while Jeremy stays behind with Emeline, a small tea from Dunkin in his hand.

“Do you still want to stay for the game? I can pay for your T ride if you want to go, or I’ll get you an Uber if you want to be in something more private. I’d offer to drive you back but, not my car, would miss the game, would probably be benched for the next few games,” Jeremy rambles.

“I’m fine,” she tries to assure him, not sounding convincing to even herself. She tries to think of something else to say, finding herself just staring at Jeremy. He was dressed up in a suit and tie, something that hadn’t registered to her when they were outside her school. She loved when Keelan had an excuse to wear something nice, but this? She could feel herself short circuiting over this. 

“You have more tattoos that you didn’t show me?” Emeline looks at him confused, pushing aside whatever was going on in her mind as his face turns red. “I swear I wasn’t trying to look but you were talking and I was trying to make eye contact, and I saw some tattoos on your ribs.”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Would you tell me about those?”

Emeline takes in another deep breath, something she found she was doing way more to calm herself down lately. Keelan still barely knew about those tattoos. He knew they were there, but he didn’t know the meaning behind them. He had never asked. “My grandmother and I would always say ‘I love you more,’ after the first person said I love you, so I have that on my right side in her writing. My dad would tell me that I deserve to be loved whenever I was upset about my mom when I was little. So I have that on my left side in his writing.”

“I like that. Are you better now?”

“What?”

“You said the other day that sometimes rambling helps calm a person down, right? It’s not whatever happened in the elevator,” Jeremy says, trailing off, kicking a stone back and forth that had found its way into the depths of the garage.

Emeline laughs. “Yeah. Yeah, it does, help.” 

“And you kind of do have a family, you know.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I mean, don’t tell me Fran and Maddy aren’t like your family. And you’ve got me, and John, too, if you want us.”

“Yeah.”

“And Keelan.”

Emeline sighs, knowing that the person furthest from her mind shouldn’t be her boyfriend. “Yeah, and Keelan,” she says with a small voice. Emeline looks at him and smiles. Without thinking, she pulls him in for a hug, squeezing him as tight as she could. “Thank you,” she whispers.

“Oh, and here,” he says, handing her the cup of tea. “I thought since you would be out later that you’d need some caffeine.”

Emeline looks at the sticker on the cup, her exact order written out on it. “Thanks,” she tells him. She had told him what she got from Dunkin maybe one time, in passing. He remembered her order. 

The two of them walk in silence to catch up with the other three ahead of them. Emeline’s phone was buzzing again, this time with messages from Keelan asking what she was up to that night.

She could ignore him. She wanted to ignore him. He had her location, he could just look and see that she was at the Garden. But why would he go out of his way to check on her when he could just have her tell him? 

Jeremy and John say their goodbyes until after the game, Jeremy giving a smile to Emeline before disappearing. 

“I’m actually excited for this. We haven’t been to any hockey game together since, what, sophomore year?” Maddy asks, once getting through security and up to the arena, pulling the girls in the direction of the nearest bar, ordering beers for her and Fran and a Coke for Emeline, probably knowing that she needed all the caffeine she could get if she was going to stay up that night.

“I think it was freshman year, actually. BC beat BU in overtime,” Emeline says.

“I got asked out that night by one of the guys on the team, too,” Fran says.

“Who asked you out?” Emeline asks, her heart starting to race for a reason she couldn’t explain.

“Uh, his name might have been Joseph? Wasn’t he one of the goalies? Remember we went on that one date where I ended up leaving because he looked at the check and handed it to me and said, ‘can you cover this?’”

“No, not then. You said you got asked out that night, too. What do you mean, ‘too?’”

Maddy and Fran look at each other, nervous, passing the soda to Emeline. “Oh, Jeremy asked me out before we left.” 

Emeline tries to hide her shock as she nearly chokes on the drink, the carbonation burning her throat and making her eyes water. “Oh, that’s great,” she chokes out in the most unconvincing way, trying to clear her throat. “When? Um, what are you guys going to do?”

Fran shrugs, Maddy leading the two of them to their seats. “I think we’re going on Friday? It’s the last night before they leave for the midwest on a road trip, or something. I don’t know, I haven’t been on an actual date in so long, and he’s hot, so I figured, why not?”Emeline sits down, Fran and Maddy starting to try to figure out what the actual rules of the game were so they could at least pretend they knew what was going on. They already had a game plan to cheer when everyone else did and yell at the refs when everyone else did,what more did they need to do? Emeline was barely paying attention, only overhearing that there are less players on the ice than there are on the field in lacrosse. She couldn’t focus.

Jeremy and Fran were going to go on a date on Friday night. There’s no reason why this should be bothering Emeline as much as it was, taking her already shitty day and somehow making it worse. She was happily dating Keelan. Who Fran dated shouldn’t matter unless he was an asshole and hurt her in anyway. Who Jeremy dated definitely shouldn’t bother her, point blank, period.

They were both her friends. That’s it.

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When they try to flirt for the first time (Monkey, Mantis and Crane)

Monkey

He saw you for the first time when you were starting working at Mr Ping's Noodle place, and boy... At the very moment he gazed at your bright smile while attending a table he was smitten.

He returned much later as a client. He wanted to talk to you, getting to know you better. He planned to order a bowl od noodles and the add "And a smile with it, please~" Yeah... A good pick-up line to break the ice.

"Hello. What would you like to order?" Oh no, his mind it's blank as the rice! "Yea-- Huh... Huh... Wh-- What do you serve here?" "... Noodles, some dumplings..." "Oh, yes, yes! A bowl of smile-- I MEAN -- M-Mile. Yes... huh" "A Mile of Noodles?" He do not dare to speak now... So ackward. "I'm gonna ask Mr Ping if it's in the menu." And you left.

He banged his head againts the table. What was that?! Now they would belive he's weird. The Master Monkey weird!! This is worse than having his brother getting all the girls in his teens. Or ever worse that the Love Letter prank that certain panda made on him. (Po: I said I was sorry!!)

Before he could recover, you were coming back. "There's no such a thing of a Mile of Noodles..." Monkey wanted to disappear so badly. "... but I think he's going to try to make it happen in the future." You said in a funny tone; just for that he gazed at you. "If you're still unsure, I would recomend you the noodle soup with radish and tofu." "huh... Well, that does sounds good." He's doing it. He's talking normal. "One Noddles soup with radish and tofu coming right up."

Mantis

He told himself that he was DONE with romance! No more Miss 'I'm a butterfly now', no more Hao... No more lovey dovey feelings! ... But then you entered at the Jade Palace as a servant, right at the front door with the sunset behing you, basking your presense in magnificent golden light. Yep, he's an hypocrite, but also a simp.

For once he's glad he's small, so he can keep a good distance without you noticing so he can admire you from afar... Oh, but he also wants to talk to you; but what could he say and do? Only a fool of himself. Like this time he was training in the patio, lifting some stones a weights...

"... 10...11... *huf*... 12--" He saw you coming to deliver a message to Master Shifu, and you indirectly stared ar his direction. " Twelve--- HUNDRED!!... *huf*" He throw the rock up avobe with great strenth and quickly made a pose. You both meet each other eyes... In a second. The stone landed right in front of Mantis... and over one of his feet. "YOW!!!"

Yow... He screamed 'YOW'?! Now, why didn't hold the scream like a man or screamed with a deeper tone or with a 'OUCH'?! Man, that was so lame. He was making a 'Po' of himself. (Po: Hey! Why Am I a expression?)

Mantis begged to not see you soon after today... But when he entered the kitchen to eat something THERE you are--- With a pained look? "Hey, are you ok?" "Oh, Master Mantis--" you wanted to bow with respect at the insect, but the monent you flexed your left wrist you hissed with pain. "--- Huh, I just got an accident, but I'm ok..." The green master quickly took a look at it. "That look sprained... Let me see it." You asured him that it was nothing but he insited. You showed the hand and the wrist, he carefully moved the hand with his 'hand thingies' with care. "I think I can fix it. May I?" You nooded. "Ok, let's get to the point." he try to joke, he did mange to get you a small smile. Aaaand... he 'ponited'. "YOW!" ... You both couldn't help to laugh

Crane

He didn't planned this to happen. He just was dragged by Po to see the Dancing and Music Festival of the Valley, and maybe eat something; he's with Po, so food it's mandatory... But then he saw you dancing. So gracefull and playfull... It was like his mind erased everyone and everything around the place, and you where the center of the universe... He did NOT planned to be so into you at all.

At the third time he came to see the festival, Po found out that Crane was coming just to see you. (Po: I'm in this story? Sweet!) And as a good friend, he was happy that Crane was in love with you!! And, yes, he would help him out to talk to you. Crane REALLY don't think it's a good idea... But again, he has no courage to even speak at your direction... You're so god-like in his eyes, and he was so nervous.

"Ok, now that they are resting, try to compliment them. Just say that you loved their dancing." The panda walked with the avian toward your resting spot. "Ok, huh... Your dance was great... Like that?" "Yes! Super easy. There they are, go on." Po gently puched him on your direction. He walked a few steps close to you, and you noticied his presense. "Oh, hi. Can I help you?" The poor tall bird stared at you umoved, at the third mississippi he... stturtered. "You--y--you heh... You dance good?"... Ackward... "I think I do?"

Po the rescue! "Hey there! I'm Po, Dragon Warrior, and this is Master Crane. He just wanted to tell you that your dancing back there was awesome." Thank godness he came, Crane was dying from the inside of embarrasment. You got up politly. "Why, thank you." "And..." Oh no, Crane knew that look of his eyes, the look of 'Po's having a bad idea' face! "... my friend here would like to know a few dance moves. Maybe you could..." "Po..." "Oh sure!" What? You said yes?!

Poor Crane was a sweating wreck. He was watching and placing his steps at the same tempo as you, while his panda 'possible' ex friend was watching from the distance giving him thumps up... Trying to not mess up the dance rutine. "Step and step... You are doing it great." "Huh, really?" he, managed to say. Looking at Po, encourage him to keep talking. "I-- I think I'm better at kung fu than dancing... i'm not-- Gracefull at all." Suddely, you tripped... Crane's fast move prevented you from hit the ground, gragging with his wings at your waist. Now you were face-to-face. You smiled. "Well, that was a gracefull catch." Crane let go a small giggled as he helped you to stand on your feet. Maybe it was a rush of the contact, or because of his friend quiet scream of the sutuation, but he gained enough confidence to ask you. "Maybe, you could teach me more some other day?"

[1-800anklebully]

That girl Jude Bellingham x black female oc

Summary: You are one of the best female players in woman football. And for some odd a reason a certain Dortmund player had taken a liking into you.

Warnings: Swearing, and use of alcohol, and just Jude being Jude. Also for sake of this imagine Trent plays for Borussia Dortmund. And probably more things I cant think off the top of my head.

Excuse any errors

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It was a hot day in England to be exact it was about 28 degrees, you could not spot a single cloud in the sky it was as clear as day. The sun was the only thing out today.

Along with the female and male England teams they unfortunately had to train on this beautiful note the sarcasm. They were on separate grounds the men on the other and the woman on the other.

Simply just doing drills and works out as the men had a game approaching this week which meant the ladies had to attend it was mandatory.

“Girls are you mucking around? You’re meant to be working on your kicking skills. Especially you Gretchen.” Coach Martin pointed her out and she went a bright shade of red. He was wrong for that.

But hey that was Coach Martin for you he didn’t care who he offends or humiliates. He was honest and like it or not that’s who he is. The whole team have all came to the conclusion that’s who he is as a person.

He was so nonchalant to everyone including his wife. I think the only time he actually cracked a smile and let himself loose was when the woman had won their World Cup.

“Oh then you come fashionably late l/n. Maybe you can teach these girls how to kick a fucking football!” He seethed throwing his clipboard to ground and he stormed off the field to where the men were gawking in disbelief.

You on the other hand, had just arrived and were beyond perplexed on why he was so grouchy in the morning. Maybe he woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

“What did you guys do to piss him off.” You sighed crossing your arms. You were the youngest in the ground yet you felt like the oldest.

“Nothing just practicing our kicking and he just flipped.” Gretchen sighed rubbing her face now recovered from being called out.

You raised a eyebrow.” I get what he means though. You’re lazy Gretchen.” She said making the men gasp and some say ‘oh shít’.

“E-Excuse me.”

“You heard me you kick like a pre-schooler and lack putting in effort when performing. I know we’re better and bigger than that. That goes for all of you we can’t be slacking off just because we won a cup.

It doesn’t mean anything it’s a new which means we have to try harder for another 4 years. Understood. Now let’s started.” You explained and they all nodded in agreement paring up with somebody to pass the ball back and forth.

A speaker was on, Burna boy was playing on the speakers some of the girls were dancing and the others were chatting while actually doing what they were told.

It was not surprising as they had respected their captain you and could never disagree with what she says due to her always knowing what’s best for their team.

“I wonder why Coach M was so mad at them they seem to be kicking efficiently.” Trent analysed joining Jude who was on his break watching the girls train. Not in a creepy way.

“I agree. Who is she.” Jude didn’t tear his eyes off you as you laughed handling the ball with so much skill and it was effortlessly too.

“Who?”

“Number 9.”

Trent furrowed his eyebrows, but once his eyes landed on you he smiled and waved at you and you blew him a kiss jokingly making him laugh.

“That’s Y/n L/n. Their captain. She’s a damn beast on the field you should see her.” Trent ranted amazed by your work.

“What’s so good about her.” Jude shifted uncomfortably not liking how doe eyed Trent looked at you.

“She has won countless medals and not to mention she’s the captain of her team at only 19 like you it’s incredible.”

“Oh yeah well how do you know her?” Jude couldn’t help but question. Trent then began explaining that your sister was dating one of his brothers. Tyler.

And you guys stood together at the wedding of one of his cousin wedding. Ever since then you made it your duty to tease him. Partially because you use to have a crush on Trent, but the crush faded as soon as you saw his dance moves that night.

It shocked you that someone that was mixed with Caribbean had no rhythm at all. Stiff as a board.

“Well she seems cool.” Jude expressed as he kicked down on the grass with his boots. Trent stared at him funny. There was no way…

“Do you fancy her?”

“No?!”

Trend rolled his eyes at how defensive Jude became it obviously meant that he found her some what attractive . Yet he couldn’t blame him. You were a sight for sore eyes.

“I’m just going to put this out there if you choose to pursue her, you’re not going to be 100% successful. She’s a tough one. Wants her eggs cracked.” Trent tried explaining but all Jude could see was love-hearts.

He wanted to get to know her, heck if he had known about her earlier he probably would’ve shot his shot.

You pivoted your right foot so that the ball had hit the inner side of your boot and boom the ball had went into the goal square.

Your team cheered as you run around the field screaming they had jumped on you which made you tumble down. However when down your eyes landed on a familiar pair of brown ones and they twinkled with delight.

You felt like you were in trance with this stranger and for whatever your eyes couldn't seem to drift away only until your teammates had carried you away to the locker-room and you loss sight of him in the crowd.

''Jude.'' Trent spoke a wide shit eating grin on his face he could beyond a doubt see that this youngin was already plotting your whole life together. That's how Jude was.

He falls in love to quick and believes in love at first sight. This is how he always tends to end up broken heart as he dates the first girl he sees.

''BOYS WE'RE RESUMING ARNOLD, BELLINGHAM!''

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Your point of view

Time had now passed and the girls were done with their practice most were showering and others were chatting getting ready to leave. You stood against the wall typing mindlessly on your phone to your younger brother who was claiming there was no food at home.

Which was a lie because your mother always cooked at home for your father however your brother wasn't interested and only wanted fast food. So being the good old sister you were you would always buy him something when you could.

Lori, your teammate and best friend had came over and bit into you shoulder causing you gasp and flip around while she laughs toppling over.

"Girl you're weird as fuck you can't be doing that shit.'' You berated clutching your shoulder as she smiled goofily. She was always doing strange things to make her presence known.

She simply shrugged ignoring your statement.'' Who are you texting.'' She peers over your shoulder and scrunches up her face, when she sees your brothers name on the screen.

''Not that little brat.'' Her and your brother didn't exactly get along as he had a attitude problem according to her which wasn't exactly false.

''Not too much Lori. How are you beefing with a 16 almost 17 year old and you hanging onto 20.''

''That boy's a menace don't even.'' She waved you off for defending your brother and eyed Emily's arse as she walked by which made you roll your eyes at how she was not being subtle at all.

''Anyways, I saw Mr Bellingham eying you earlier on the pitch what's up with that huh.'' She nudged you knowingly as if you knew what on earth she was going on about.

''Who the hell is that? And piss off would you.'' You scoffed pushing her away to stop her hassle.

Lori's face had dropped there was no way you didn't know who Jude was he was all over tik tok and Instagram you name it. He was everywhere and for you not know who he was astounding.

Most 13-17 year old girls would be shaking their head at your lack of knowledge.

''Are you bloody serious? Number 22 that guy that was gawking at you that's Jude Bellingham.'' She stares at you alarmed at how un phased you were that he even glanced your way.

Quite frankly you weren't interested as the last thing on your mind was a boyfriend you already were one step ahead of Lori. She was probably already jotting down ideas on how to purposely make you two bump into each other.

''oh that's cool.'' You go back to texting your brother laughing at the text he sent you. Unaware of how badly she was glaring you down.

''I hate you sometimes you know that.''

'' I know.'' You chimed and began walking off to shower.

" You know he's feeling you!" She yelled out not caring who heard she just wanted to get her message across.

"NO HE'S NOT NOT!''

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LATER ON THAT NIGHT

While on your drive back home after spending some time with the girls, the traffic to your house was absolutely bizarre. Especially at this time of the night since it was around 8pm you didn’t expect that much people to be out and about.

Sighing, you knew the best thing that you could was scroll on your phone to by some time. Adjusting your seat, you went on Instagram catching up on everything you had missed due to being a practice. Eh it was same same.

Insta models, DMS being flooded with messages from random people most positive but some could be quite nasty.

For some reason a random cloud had propped over you and it was encouraging to scroll through this Jude Bellinghams page.

So you did. Oh he took some nice photos. Mainly about football not really into posting his social life. That’s great.

Accept why were you stalking his page if you weren’t interested. You mentally scolded yourself and hopped off his profile going to something else.

You will give it to Lori though, he is quite majestic and definitely does have the looks. But of course you would never admit that out loud.

“Finally, you’re here.” Your brother exaggerated dashing up from the living room. He didn’t even greet you, he just finessed the bag of Maccas from you.

Your mother scolded him and he just hummed.

“Tobias.” She tutted him as he just took a bite of the burger and his eyes widened.” OH- thanks Y/n!”

You waved him off with a tired smile and just collapsed on the couch next to your mother who was knitting.

“Hey mama.”

“Hey sweetie. How was practice?” She never tore her eyes off her thread. It still marvelled you at how she threaded so efficiently even though she was approaching her late 40s.

''Practice was the same. Accept the girls were taking it lightly as they won a championship.'' You voiced your frustration making your mother tut her head.

''You're being so hard on them Y/N let then relax its only been 2 weeks. Lay off.'' Your mother insists knowing how uptight you could be fun was not in your vocabulary. Only when you were intoxicated which you'll see what I mean eventually.

''I agree stop being a tight arseeeee Y/NNNNN.'' Tobias sung getting all in your face causing you to shove him away and he falls backwards making your father let out a belly full laugh.

Tobias groans in agony getting from the ground clutching the back of his head, a grimace on his face.'' You're so damn aggressive.''

''Karmas a bitch ain't it huh.''

'' Y/N language.'' Your father reminded you.

''See this is why you don't have a boyfriend.''

The smirk had dropped from you face quicker than a ice cream on a hot day. You stood up from the couch and began tying your hair up. Sure your brother was almost a whole foot taller than you and had longer legs.

But you could take him down any day with your strength. He'll always be little bro, and respectfully he's gonna learn today.

''Y/N IM SORRY-"'

He screamed out and began running like a mad man you followed his lead.

"Whatever you do don't kill our son Y/N!''

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Authors note: And just like that I have published another imagine this has been sitting here for awhile so I am glad its out there. I hope you all liked it!🤎

[mariasabanahabanabana]

Wait... what?

Pairing: Joel Miller x Tess Servopoulos x Adopted!Daughter!Reader x Ellie Williams.

Summary: Your innocence and naivety almost ended up getting you and Ellie into serious trouble.

A/N: I know I've said it before, but, not all of my fics will follow the chronological order of the story, nor will they be as faithful to their origins, I mean, in certain aspects, but not all of them.

Warnings: Slight mention of topics such as stalking, farting, and kidnapping… (Don't worry, I won't go into them too much).

Spanish version available here

If there was something that kept surprising and at the same time disappointing (in an ironic way) both you and Ellie, it was the fact that despite being at the end of the hell of the world, schools still existed, it was mandatory to attend them, homework was still as or worse complicated and of course, taking classes that probably wouldn't help you at all, well, this would depend on what you would do in the future if there was one, to begin with.

A thought that deep inside Joel, as well as Tess, Tommy, Maria, or Marlene supported, but that none of them dared to admit out loud so as not to discourage you. With the exception of Tommy, who once when you called him for help with your trigonometry homework scoffed at the usefulness of the assignment. "I'll tell you something kiddo, in all this time I've been surviving the damn apocalypse I have never used tangents or anything like that and if I'm honest, I don't know how knowing that could help me defend myself against a clicker, anyway, where were we at?"

Yeah, maybe after that Joel "forbade" you girls from asking his younger brother for help with Homework.

Anyway, today was their first day of classes and both you and Ellie couldn't find yourselves more terrified and at the same time fascinated by the subjects to be studied in the following months.

Luckily for you, your classes were over, and possibly Ellie's too, you didn't have too much homework, and with the minimal homework that came to you or became complicated, you could help each other, although, thinking better of it, you couldn't. Since you and Ellie were not good at the practical part of the science, the best thing to do would be to go to Marlene or Tess.

Bored of waiting alone and standing in the middle of the hallway for Ellie, your friend and non-biology sister, you decided to go out to distract yourself for a while, a situation that would not be a problem given your extreme curiosity, naivety, which sometimes led you to peculiar situations, not to say problematic, just like right now.

When Ellie finally got out of her last class, the first thing she did was to look for you, not finding you in the library or in the cafeteria, she assumed you would be in the garden at the entrance, and so it was. There you were, standing there talking with a couple that clearly was twice your age, something that Ellie found strange at the time since the social circle of both was similar, simply put, and judging by how well she had known you, she knew that you were an orphan of parents and probably of a family as well. For all these reasons Ellie was surprised to see you talking so animatedly with those strangers.

As she got closer, something inside her told her that they were in danger and that they should get away from there and them now.

"Hey (Y/N), 'til I find you, Joel just called me and said not to be late, as we're on patrol today and making dinner." In a subtle and casual manner, she puts her arm around your arm in an attempt to get you to walk.

"What? Again? But we had to cook at this weekend… That old grumpy bastard".

"Yeah well, you know how old man is… we'd better hurry up." As Ellie said this, she could see the way that old couple was staring at you. It was a bit awkward and uncomfortable.

"'Kay…" You turned to your "new friends." "It was nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Weinsptein… I hope you manage to find your puppy…"

Before you could even take the first step, suddenly your hand was grabbed by The Husband, stopping you abruptly. "Don't you girls like us to take you home?

"Oh really? that would be fantastic…" Before you could even respond Ellie interrupted you.

"Don't worry, we'll be fine, besides our father is coming for us…"

Confused by your friend's recent attitude and words, you looked at her with a raised eyebrow, since Joel wasn't the kind of person who usually picked you up or dropped you off at school.

"Actually, I think he just got here… but thanks…" Without looking back, Ellie pulled you towards her, causing the old man's grip on your hands to loosen.

Even though you were far away from that couple and probably halfway back home, Ellie never let go of your hand, it was not a grip like the previous one that the man had given you, this was a soft, delicate touch, one that gave you a sense of confidence and security.

"So… How was your first day? Joel asked.

Again, Joel was not the kind of person who used to take too much interest in the lives of others, but as time went by his heart softened and opened up to the two of you.

"Oh it was definitely a day we won't forget" you replied with a smile as you took a bite of your food.

"And that? That bad was it?" Now it was Tess who was interested in the course of the conversation and your day.

"Not at all…or well, not as such since we're almost adopted."

"What." A dismayed Joel and Tees asked in unison, to which Ellie immediately corrected you.

"Actually we're almost kidnapped."

"Oh, okay…and how about the homew…? Wait, how?" For the second time in record time, Joel and Tess's reaction was once again simultaneous, the only difference being that Tess was half a mouthful of meat.

Spanish version available

[yuri-is-online]

hi! I was experiencing a Thought™ for the Fuyuture au today while reading stories about elderly women feeling guilt over what they did:

so, you know how Yuu lives in a small, gossipy town (most likely) filled with conservative, single-parent hating people?

and you know how unmarried women/teenage girls used to drown/give away/abandon their babies?

what if Yuu did that? They were married to a guy in another dimension with no hint of support from the people they once considered family. With no choice, they hid their pregnancy and either:

a) left Yutu (and co. in Trey! Yutu’s case) at the police station

b) left them on a random person’s front door

c) gave them away to a family member, watching their child(ren) be raised to remember them as anything but their parent

idk I just felt a angsty today

So. I have more than a passing interest in how child protective services works here in the U.S. and one of the tings I considered doing way way back when I first came up with this ayuu was adding the element of Yuu having lost custody of Yutu at some point. My reasoning for this was that given that Yuu was a missing person for a while and came back claiming to not remember where they were, a lot of people already thought they were mentally unwell and had concerns allowing them to live on their own. Now add a child into that mess? Your mental health can absolutely be used against you by CPS if they decide you shouldn't have your kids, and the instant someone hears Yuu doesn't know where they were for 6+ years or who the father of their child is then yeah. I could see someone thinking it was in the best interest of the child to not be in Yuu's custody. I decided against that because I felt like it was too heavy of a topic but since you've opened up the door-

I think all of the Yutus have a degree of residual trauma from their parent being cursed and forced across the rift. It's especially strong in the non-human children, but they all would exhibit some sort of behavioral problems if they were taken away from Yuu. That's before you get into the various medical issues the non-human kids have; Ruggie and Azul's Yutus were worryingly slow in reaching all of their developmental milestones, Leona! Yutu seems to have a chronic iron deficiency that he has to take supplements for, Jade, Floyd, and Malleus's Yutus all have some sort of eyesight problem etc. I could see it being something that causes Yutu to bounce from placement to placement a lot and never fully finding a place to settle down. And speaking of Trey! Yutu and his triplet siblings, while modern CPS does try to keep siblings together, especially if they're multiples, it's not seen as mandatory so there is a very real chance the triplets would be split up and only reunited when the Dark Mirror summons them back to Twisted Wonderland so they can attend NRC.

Now maybe Yuu really does try to get their kid(s) back but is never able to get their Case Worker to see past the amnesia thing. Because let's face it that is a huge problem, and it only gets worse as Yuu tries to force themselves to remember. That could maybe make Yuu think it really is better for Yutu to remain in care and resigning themselves to life without their son. Maybe they already were convinced of that from the start and tried to focus on rebuilding their life. Maybe they'll get lucky and their Case Worker will place Yutu with a family member so they can at least be a part of his life in some capacity. No matter what happens, I think this inner turmoil and grief would speed up the strain the curse put on their body and kill them a lot faster.

If Yutu was being raised by a relative I could see this being the time that he would be taken aside and told that Yuu was actually his parent. If you want to be especially angsty maybe he already sort of suspected that because of how most of Yuu's family treated him, but having it confirmed just adds to the strain and distance between him and whoever is taking care of him.

If Yutu was in foster care by that point I could see him just never being notified why his parent's regular visits had slowed down and suddenly stopped. It puts him in an unimaginable amount of pain when he gets older and goes searching for answers to learn about how Yuu was suffering alone. It depresses him and drives him further towards more destructive behaviors. Deuce! Yutu probably wouldn't bother with keeping up the honor student facade and just go full delinquent, and I could see Jade, Ruggie, Leona, and Cater's Yutus all deciding they'd rather run away and rough it than continue to deal with the system. Trey! Yutu puts all of his effort into reconnecting with his sisters and making sure that they're ok.

All of them would be much more nervous, much less trusting, and just that much more desperate to prevent the bad future. Yutu already really treasures the time he spends with Yuu in the past but if this was his backstory I think it would be literally everything to him as opposed to just a big part of what he was fighting for. He would be extra desperate for your approval and love because he was starved for it growing up, and noticeably shy about it because there is a part of him that would think you felt like he didn't deserve it.

TᴖT this made me very sad

[lgbtqmanga]

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"Cocoa” has made three best friends in her monthly meetup group, where girls get together every month to quell their sweet tooths by meeting up at the cutest and trendiest new dessert cafes. Cocoa is in it for the sweets--really!--but she's also harboring a few secrets: Not only does Cocoa have a crush on another one of the girls in the group, Opera, but she's actually a guy named Satoshi who's been cross-dressing in order to attend the all-girl group! During one meetup, things come to a head when Opera discovers that Cocoa is cross-dressing--and to Cocoa's surprise, Opera confesses that he is too! But Cocoa realizes that his attraction to Opera is more than clothing-deep, and as the two grow closer, they'll learn more about each other--and their own selves--than they could have ever imagined.

Just Like Mona Lisa (manga) vol. 2 by Tsumuji Yoshimura

As Hinase approaches their eighteenth birthday, their life continues to diverge from those of their peers. After Shiori and Ritsu both confess their feelings on the same day, confusion sets in as Hinase begins to see their two childhood best friends in a new light. And now that their body is starting to hint at transformation, Hinase must decide who to give their heart to before it's too late… What draws the line between friendship and romance?

Sailor Moon Naoko Takeuchi Collection (manga) vol. 10 by Naoko Takeuchi

Teenager Usagi is not the best athlete, she's never gotten good grades, and, well, she's a bit of a crybaby. But when she meets a talking cat, she begins a journey that will teach her she has a well of great strength just beneath the surface and the heart to inspire and stand up for her friends as Sailor Moon! The original Sailor Moon in a new, affordable edition.

Spoil Me Plzzz, Hinamori-san! (manga) vol. 1 by tsuke

Known throughout the school for her selflessness and perfect grades, there's not a single underclassman who doesn't look up to Yaya Suou--including Ichigo Hinamori. Turned down by her crush because of her childish image, Ichigo idolizes Yaya and wishes nothing more than to be as mature and elegant as her senpai. But Ichigo's perfect image of Yaya is shattered when she comes across her wallowing in self-pity in the nurse's office one day. The real Yaya is clumsy, clingy, and selfish--not at all like the perfect act she puts on. What's more, she's desperately starved for attention and now she won't leave Ichigo alone.

This Monster Wants to Eat Me (manga) vol. 2 by Sai Naekawa

“WHAT HAS YOU IN SUCH A HURRY TO DIE?” Shiori the man-eating mermaid has seen through Hinako’s lonely wish. The girl who spends her time in solitude bares the truth to her devourer—her family made one final request the day she lost them. But really, they cast a curse on her, eating away at her from the inside…Will her newfound confidant help Hinako overcome the tragedy of that day?

The Troublesome Guest of Sotomura Detective Agency (manga) by Kusama Sakae

Matsuda Kei is a private investigator who specializes in quirky cases centered on his local neighborhood around the shopping arcade. He’s recently taken on a new roommate (and lover) named Kamiko who is unemployed, ruthlessly horny, and was actually a classmate from his past. While the two work together to solve cases, they carry on in what starts as a strictly physical relationship… until Matsuda finds that this temporary situation he has entered with Kamiko might be turning into something more.

Twilight Out of Focus: Long Take Part 1 (manga) vol. 5 by Jyanome

Second-years Mao Tsuchiya and Hisashi Otomo make three promises: 1) That Mao will never tell anyone that Hisashi is gay and has a boyfriend, 2) That Hisashi will never think of Mao “in that way,” and 3) That they'll always knock before entering, in case someone is having some “private time.” The two's ground rules should ensure a peaceful life together in their dorm, but life is never as simple as it should be, and some things are not so easily promised in this latest volume…

[ultimatedetectivequeen]

What lewd present does Genderbent! Kyoko get for his birthday?

Lewd topics lie below!

Kyo let out a sigh as he slowly settled into the warm waters of the bathhouse. Today had been a particularly long and exhausting day for him. Somehow, word had gotten out about today being his birthday, and considering that he attended Hope's Peak Academy, the educational institution that might just house the most perverted student body and staff known to man, it didn't take a detective to determine what had happened next.

Sex.

So... much... sex.

So much so that he was actually struggling to recall all the separate people that he did it with.

Let's see, Hina and Sakura had given him a double paizuri in the gym storage closet, the Ultimate musical trio (Sayaka, Ibuki, and Kaede) brought him to the auditorium for a private concert AKA him receiving a triple blowjob, even Ms. Yukizome got in on the fun by keeping him after class for mandatory tutoring in the form of jerking his cock off between her milfy ass cheeks.

There were plenty more examples, of course. However, instead of listing all of those, he decided the better course of action to be laying his head back and allowing the steaming bath to soothe his body. It wasn't very often that he had the chance for interrupted relaxation such as this, so he wasn't planning on wasting it...

"H-Hi, Kyo." The detective's eyes shot open and looked to see the owner of the voice that greeted him.

And when he did spot them, he couldn't help but gawk.

"Makoto? What are you doi— Ah." Kyo gasped at the sudden appearance of his crush close friend, but was surprised further once he fully took in what she was wearing.

That being nothing but a towel.

"Sorry, I was sorta... spying on you." The lucky girl looked away sheepishly, sporting a beat red blush. It took a minute for him to even register her words, fully focused on the slightly transparent white cloth clinging to her stunning body due to the room's humidity.

"The truth is... I'm the one who told everyone about your birthday. I wanted you to experience what it's like for everybody to celebrate it with you!... But, it looks like all of this just ended up overwhelming you... so I'd like to apologize."

"I s-see, is there any particular reason that it had to be in here—?" Kyo inquired before being cut off.

Makoto let go of her towel, letting it drop to the floor, allowing him a full view of her entire naked body. Kyo's jaw hit the floor as his eyes crept up her beautiful figure, from her heavenly wide hips to her plump bosom.

"I know my body isn't as amazing as Junko's or Hina's... but I hope it's enough to satisfy you."

"E-Enough to— huh?" Kyo felt an unfamiliar nervous feeling enter his stomach as he found himself unable to compose himself.

"Tonight, I'm yours, Kyo... I'm all yours. I'll let you do anything~" Makoto tucked her arms behind her head, as if trying to present herself.

"........." Kyo stayed silent and simply stared at the girl in front of him. A few seconds passed by... then 30 seconds... then a minute... and then the luckster quickly felt her prior boldness dissipating.

"O-Or y'know, you could also just... FORGIVEMEFORFLASHINGYOULIKEACREEPYWEIRDOIMSORRYILLJUSTLEAVENOW!" Makoto turned on her heel and got ready to run before a hand suddenly grabbed her wrist. She yelped before looking back to find her friend missing from his place in the water and now standing beside her.

"K-Kyo—? MMMFFF!!~" The lucky girl was shut up as the handsome detective pulled her into a deep kiss, holding the back of her head and wrapping an arm around her waist. Makoto melted, putting her hands on his chest.

Soon, Kyo pulled away and stared directly into his crush's beloved's eyes.

"You are the only gift that could ever truly satisfy me."

That night, the detective would prove the validity of those words by filling the bathhouse with echos of moans and cries of pleasure that showed no sign of stopping even as it began to reach midnight. Time wasn't on their minds right now. The only thing that these two love-hungry souls were concerned with, was exploring each other.

[a-araiguma-a]

Between the serving and Her smile

Chapter 5. Muggle Studies

Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: Oliver Wood x fem!OC, Charlie Weasley x f!OC, <?> Warning: fluff, mutual pining, friends-to-lovers, drama, first love, jealous

Summary: He was the captain and keeper of the Gryffindor team, and his quest to win the Quidditch Cup became an obsessive goal. All his thoughts revolved around tactics, training and strategies, but sometimes his own heart reminded him of another, equally important side of life. He believed that love and Quidditch could coexist in his life. He swore to himself that he would do everything possible to preserve these two treasures, even if it required the impossible from him.

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At this time, Margaret decided to immerse herself in less emotional pursuits—her studies. In her third year, she was introduced to additional subjects, and out of the entire list, she found herself particularly interested in Numerology, Divination, and the Study of Ancient Runes. She found solace in studying magical symbols, ancient languages, and numerical prophecies.

Numerology is one of the divinatory sciences, claiming that each letter corresponds to a specific number and that the sum of the numbers in each word has its own meaning. The roots of this science stretch back into deep antiquity; many ancient teachings employed the so-called "magic of numbers." Given Margaret’s inclination toward analysis and logical thinking, she eagerly delved into the world of numbers, attempting to decipher the hidden messages within them.

Divination represented another aspect of magical science, exploring various forms of fortune-telling and methods for interpreting different phenomena. Initially skeptical, Margaret gradually began to see something more in it. Tarot cards and palmistry particularly piqued her interest.

"I’m not sure it’s always possible to accurately predict the future," she once told Emma, sharing her thoughts. "But sometimes I think that intuition and symbols can help us better understand ourselves."

"And you know what’s most interesting?" she added. "Certain numbers have started to repeat themselves in my life since I began studying them, and I’m starting to realize they hold a deeper meaning for me."

Ancient runes, on the other hand, were a form of writing that witches and wizards had used hundreds of years ago. By studying them, one could gain insight into the magic of the ancestors. Margaret was drawn to the depth and mystery of the runes; they demanded not only knowledge but also intuitive understanding, as if they were speaking to her, revealing their secrets. She attended the classes together with Percy Weasley, who was extremely ambitious and eager to work at the Ministry of Magic, for which he needed to study everything possible.

These subjects required great concentration and perseverance, but Margaret enjoyed immersing herself in the mysteries of magical symbols, ancient languages, and numerical prophecies.

Another subject worth highlighting is Muggle Studies, where the behavior and everyday life of Muggles are studied from a wizard’s perspective. This elective was not mandatory and was intended for those who grew up in magical families and knew little about the ordinary world.

Muggle Studies was considered one of the easiest subjects, and many students chose it to lighten their academic load. But not Margaret, who had grown up in the Muggle world and knew their lifestyle and daily life well. Unlike her, her friends Sophie and Emma decided to take Muggle Studies. Sophie had grown up near Muggle villages and had some idea about the lives of ordinary people, but her knowledge was superficial. Emma, on the other hand, had lived exclusively in magical lands and had practically no contact with the Muggle world. Both were pure-blood witches and were eager to learn how people live without magic.

The girls never talked about their backgrounds—it didn’t seem necessary and never came up. Having met on September 1st after their sorting, they had always stuck together and continued to get along. But Margaret’s surprising background was accidentally revealed when Sophie and Emma once again struggled with their Muggle Studies homework.

“I don’t understand why Muggles are so fascinated by these… what do they call them… movies?” Sophie complained, pondering the latest assignment. “And what is a television? Is it like a magical mirror?”

“I thought it was some sort of device that lets you see over long distances,” added Emma, looking a bit confused. “But these instructions in the textbook are so confusing.”

Margaret, sitting with her friends in the library, noticed their confusion and decided to help. She had already explained basic things to them several times, such as how a telephone works or the significance of money in the Muggle world. But this time, her explanation truly shocked them.

“A television isn’t a magical mirror,” she began with a slight smile. “It’s a device that shows moving pictures and sounds. Muggles use it for entertainment, education, and news. Movies are stories filmed with cameras and actors. It’s like a play, but recorded on film so it can be watched anytime.”

Emma and Sophie looked at her in surprise.

“How do you know all this, Margaret?” Sophie asked, narrowing her eyes slightly. “Even without attending the classes, you explain things better than Professor Quirrell.”

“Well…,” Margaret replied, realizing that she would now have to tell the truth. “I grew up in the Muggle world until I was eleven and didn’t know anything about my magical heritage. My mother was a witch, but she never revealed it to anyone, and after her death… her family didn’t stay in touch with us. I was like a normal child, growing up and going to a regular school, never suspecting that one day I’d receive a letter from Hogwarts and everything would become a bit complicated.”

Her friends froze, processing what they had just heard.

“You’re… a half-blood?” Emma asked, wide-eyed with disbelief.

“You could say that,” Margaret nodded. “But when I found out about my heritage, everything changed—an intensive course on the magical world, learning all the details, and this school.”

Margaret felt the silence hanging in the air. Emma sat motionless, her gaze fixed somewhere in the distance, as if trying to comprehend something important. Margaret felt a slight unease, but still decided to ask the question that had been on her mind:

“Does it matter if I’m pure-blood, half-blood, or Muggle-born?” Her voice was calm, but a note of uncertainty crept in.

Sophie immediately perked up, her eyes lighting up warmly.

“Of course not! You’re my best friend, and that doesn’t affect how I feel about you at all.” She looked at Margaret with such sincerity that Margaret immediately felt relieved.

Emma was still silent, lost in her thoughts. Her face showed concentration but not hostility.

“But how did you become the top student in our house if you didn’t know anything before?” she asked, her voice full of genuine curiosity. “You always seem to understand everything in class right away, and you have excellent grades.”

“It’s all thanks to my grandfather. He helped me adapt and understand what magic is,” Margaret explained, smiling, though her voice held a hint of sadness. “He knows a lot and loves sharing his knowledge. In the beginning, I often consulted with him, and then I grew to love reading books about magic and studying them on my own. I was very motivated to live up to his expectations and become as smart as he is.”

“That’s amazing,” Sophie finally said, her voice full of admiration. “So much has happened, yet it made you one of the strongest witches in our year.”

Sophie glanced at Emma, expecting her support, but Emma was slow to respond. Margaret began to doubt whether it was wise to continue the conversation, but when Emma finally noticed that both her friends were looking at her, she sighed and raised her eyes.

“It’s… it’s just unexpected,” she began, searching for the right words. “I never really thought about it. I knew there were many mixed-blood students, but I didn’t think it was so close. You never seemed like one of them. For me, everything related to the Muggle world seems so distant… unfamiliar.”

Emma paused as if still considering what to say next. Margaret felt her heart pound harder, fearing that this revelation might strain their friendship. But then Emma looked at her and smiled, albeit a bit tensely.

“But, if you think about it, it doesn’t change anything, right?” she said, as if convincing herself. “You’re still the same Margaret as before. We’ve already been through a lot together, and what’s the point of dwelling on where you were born or who your parents were?”

Margaret sighed in relief, feeling the tension inside her ease.

“Thank you, Emma,” she replied quietly, with sincere gratitude. “I’m glad you think that way. I don’t want this to change anything between us either.”

Sophie, always more straightforward, added, “Of course, nothing will change! We’re here to learn magic and support each other, not to discuss someone’s background. What matters is who you are, not where you came from.”

Emma nodded, her smile becoming more natural. They had always known her as a smart and determined girl, but now they understood the challenges she had faced to become that way.

Margaret felt her heart warm with gratitude. She knew there would be difficulties related to her background, especially given how some pure-blood wizards viewed Muggle-borns, so she tried not to dwell on it. But she was fortunate to have met people who would support her no matter what, and that gave her confidence in herself and her abilities. Her past was not something to be ashamed of, but a part of her life that had helped shape who she was today.

“Let’s get back to our studies,” Margaret suggested, wanting to change the subject and finally dispel the remnants of awkwardness. “You still have a lot to learn for your essays.”

“Great idea,” Sophie agreed, once again bending over her book.

A few days had passed since that conversation, but Sophie couldn’t shake the moment when Emma hesitated to respond. It left an unpleasant feeling in her heart, and something inside Sophie urged her to figure out what had happened. She felt it was important to understand why Emma had taken so long to support their friend, and whether she really wanted to.

One day, as the three of them sat by the pond, Sophie decided to take advantage of the opportunity when Margaret stepped away, leaving them alone. Emma was lying on a blanket, thoughtfully flipping through the Monster Book of Monsters, when Sophie, gathering her courage, quietly said:

“Emma, can I ask you something? It’s about that conversation in the library about Margaret’s background.”

Emma looked up, her face tensing slightly, but she nodded nonetheless.

“Of course, Sophie. Go ahead.”

Sophie hesitated, searching for the right words.

“You… you hesitated a bit when you found out Margaret is a half-blood. Why did it shake you so much? I understand it was unexpected, but it seemed to me that there was something more. Am I right?”

Emma sighed heavily and set the book aside. She knew this conversation was inevitable, and maybe it really did need to be discussed.

“Yes, you’re right,” she began quietly. “It wasn’t just a surprise. In my family, and in the society I grew up in, we were always taught that half-bloods and especially Muggle-borns were something inferior. Since childhood, I was told that Muggle-borns are almost like Muggles, and Muggles…” She paused, clenching her fists. “Muggles are stupid, disgusting creatures, unworthy of even our attention. All of this was so deeply ingrained in me that I never questioned how unfair it was and just kept carrying on with my parents’ teachings.”

Sophie listened carefully, not interrupting, but a sense of bitterness was growing in her heart. She knew prejudice was a part of the magical world, but hearing it from a close friend was painful.

Emma continued, her voice trembling slightly:

“When I found out Margaret was a half-blood, it was like a slap in the face. I couldn’t understand how someone so close to me could be someone I was taught to hate and despise. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized how absurd it all was. Margaret is one of the smartest, kindest, and most talented people I know. How could I have believed, even for a moment, in the nonsense that was drilled into me from childhood?”

Sophie saw Emma’s eyes fill with tears. She realized that for Emma, this was as difficult a revelation as it had been for Margaret.

“You know,” Emma said, swallowing her tears, “this friendship with Margaret really opened my eyes to the fact that the prejudices of my elders are just lies meant to divide us. But I’m so ashamed that I could even doubt Margaret in that moment, doubt us and our friendship… I’m ashamed to admit it now.”

Sophie gently placed her hand over Emma’s, her voice full of compassion and understanding:

“Emma, I know how hard it is to overcome what’s been instilled in you since childhood. But what’s important is that you were able to recognize it and change your attitude. We all grow and learn. Now you understand that Margaret is no less than us, despite her background. That’s what true friendship is—seeing a person for who they really are, not through the lens of someone else’s prejudices.”

Emma gratefully squeezed Sophie’s hand, feeling the tension slowly dissipate.

“Thank you, Sophie. I promise I’ll fight these prejudices within myself—I truly value our friendship.”

“We all do,” Sophie said softly, smiling. “Let’s just keep supporting each other and not let these prejudices drive us apart. We’re stronger together.”

Emma nodded, feeling her heart fill with warmth and confidence. They fell silent, but the silence held no tension—only the sense that they had grown even closer.

At that moment, they had no idea that their candid conversations had sparked a new wave of trouble. The Slytherins, raised in families where only pure-bloods were valued, had found in Margaret a new target for their bullying. These students, brought up to believe that only pure-blood wizards were worthy of studying magic, saw Margaret as just another confirmation of their biased views.

“Guys, you won’t believe what I just found out,” one of them said to his group of friends, his voice hushed as if he couldn’t contain his excitement. “The Gryffindor know-it-all who’s in my History of Magic class is a half-blood.”

“Well, now that’s interesting,” sneered a tall Slytherin whom the others considered their leader, his eyes lighting up with a dangerous gleam and his lips curling into a malicious smile. “Looks like we’ve got a new target. Let’s give her a warm welcome.”

The others murmured in approval, already anticipating the trouble they would cause. Plans were already forming in their minds—from simple nasty pranks to more serious mischief. They felt that by punishing people like Margaret, they were restoring justice and defending the honor and traditions of their house.

“Just remember, everything needs to look like it’s her own fault,” the leader added, his voice low and venomous in every word.

Meanwhile, Margaret remained unaware, continuing with her usual activities.

[evita-shelby]

They didn't know we were seeds

Chapter 6

Cw: sex trafficking, prostitution, allusions to child sexual assault

@justrainandcoffee @call-sign-shark @emotionalcadaver @peakyswritings

Eva knows he’s staring even as he tries to hide it.

Jack hasn’t spoken to her in the week leading up to the games and given that he’s on 2 and she on 10, their paths hardly cross until the big event begins.

Then they are shown to the grand hall where the games are viewed, where you schmooze sponsors who pay good money to be in the room and mingle with other mentors. It’s the first night of the games, all the big people are here, and attendance is mandatory.

Jack’s tributes have both made it to the career pack even if the boy isn’t strong enough to wrest control from the girl from 1. Eva’s lost the girl, Silvia, to blood loss, but Matty has made like a thief and gotten himself safe and in possession of a hatchet.

Matty is eighteen, has been working at a butcher shop since he was old enough to hold a knife and has been taking out tesserae since his dad was executed for cattle theft and poaching when he was thirteen.

She continues buttering up her favorite sponsor to convince him to sponsor him, hoping to get him into the finalists at least. Luca will do it, and she will pay for it the same way she paid for it four years ago: by fucking him.

Luca had paid an exorbitant fee for the honor of being her first, and while Eva would’ve never done that sort of work in a million years, there were worst candidates and becoming another cautionary tale like Haymitch made him incredibly desirable.

He was, as the Capitol tabloids called it, her sugar daddy. 16 years older than her with a penis that would shame a horse and controls the Capitol’s underworld and the very legal gambling dens.

Well, until he runs out of money or falls out of favor with Snow who chooses her customers and everyone else’s. Luca was her second client because his dear old dad kicked the bucket, and he did Snow’s dirty work for a price: his pick of the litter.

Besides, he could be worse and forced monogamy was easier than what some did to the others.

Enobaria from after her games had not fared as good as she did and after discovering that her filed teeth made her repulsive to these people, she went all out on it until she was taken out of the list. Cashmere, who won after her brother two games ago, had to pretend she was enjoying having men and women pawing at her and her brother and Finnick Odair wasn’t even allowed to wait until his dreaded 18th nameday going by the way the biggest donor leers at the fifteen-year-old boy.

The arena never ends, if Jack knew how right his words were, he would’ve never said them.

“Long time, no see, stranger.” Eva doesn’t mean to flirt, but it has become second nature to her these days. Just an angle she plays, the mysterious and sexy woman who needs a big strong man to satisfy her.

“You’ve become quite the whore since I last saw you.” He is blunt, a thing people attribute to his upbringing and not the torture inflicted upon him by the Capitol…or his mother’s slightly treasonous views.

“Your mentor never told you what happens to the pretty ones, didn’t he?” It sickens her, sometimes, to see what the Capitol made of her and hearing it from Jack stings.

Brutus pretends not to know because to say that he turns a blind eye when his former tributes are pimped out to pay for the games and other favors the president needs is as bad as doing the raping himself. And because he keeps his mouth shut and everyone knows he’s got the biggest crop of hot teenagers in his keep, they let him be.

Jack was spared because Lyme refused to let him join as a mentor claiming he was unstable after Laurie’s death, or so Eva heard. Except Lyme had to fold her hands and step away when Enobaria almost bit a client’s dick clean off last year and Snow demanded him to be put on the list.

Now Jack’s being put on the platter for deranged people who recapture their youth by stealing theirs. Eva hates how the women look at him, even worse, how some look at the two of them standing here together.

“That explains how they can afford it all.” Jack hides his disgust with a sip of his high-end whiskey. “Am I unattractive enough to be spared, Miss. Smith?”

He is flirting right back. Eva supposed time does heal all wounds going by the way Jack leans in close enough for him to smell his expensive cologne mingled with the whiskey. He’s still a dead ringer for his dad, and he’s outgrown the last of the softness of his teenage years making him rather striking leaving some of his resemblance to the boy she murdered behind him.

His confidence and envied pedigree make him almost as desirable as Cashmere and Gloss these days. He could drive the attention away from Finnick if he takes one for the team, let the kid turn sixteen at least. Some victors stick together to make this hell bearable, but others refuse to even give you a heads-up out of self-preservation.

Too soon to tell with Jack.

“Nope. Even if you were, your pedigree would make you as irresistible as poor Finnick over there.” She is honest with him just as he is with her and to keep the façade of flirtation going, she takes his whiskey with a wink. “You are trapped in this hell with me, pretty boy.”

“Laurie would’ve hated this.” He says quietly as grief gets a hold of his heart and gives it a good squeeze.

“Yeah, he would have.” Eva sobers up and drops the mask completely. The dark-haired woman gives him a genuine look of sympathy and a comforting hand on his arm.

He doesn’t flinch away as she expected.

“Do you think I’d be able to get the hag eying the little boy with my good looks?” he asks not hiding his disgust at the woman harassing 15-year-old Finnick all evening.

“You don’t have to, Jack.” Eva points out wondering if Laurie’s protective nature was something he and Jack shared too.

“We’re all trapped in this hell together, Evie. Besides Laurie would do the same if he was here.” Jack steels himself and offers her his arm as they scare the vultures off the youngest victor in known history.

It was never in his plans to seek her out.

Jack had promised himself to ignore her and do his job and yet he’s here sharing a cigarette after his first taste of the true burdens of being a victor.

He's practically raw from the scrubbing and essentially trying to power wash the sensation of shame and disgust he’s felt since he spoke to the old bat.

“Luca is not so bad, actually. He’s very possessive about his toys which keeps me off the table these past years.” Eva sports a gaudy and pricy diamond chocker she’s referring to as a dog collar and seems to have gotten past the initial stages of this new life.

Her strategy at the arena has worked here too, everyone knew what Changretta was capable of and even Snow seemed to fear his displeasure. No one dared to make a move on the sexy district 10 mentor even when he wasn’t around.

“I’m sorry I called you a whore.” Jack apologized for his initial assumption. Never in his life had he considered there is a punishment for winning the games. Well aside from the trauma that comes from being a tribute and then the kin of one.

“Whore, murderer, pet. Doesn’t faze me anymore, Jackie darling” she says imitating the grating voice the woman had after they succeeded in prying her off the boy. “But thanks anyways.”

She is nice underneath the mask she wears around the Capitol people; he has to admit. No longer the fragile shell of a girl he met during the victory tour, but still broken like all of them are.

“My real talent is woodwork, actually. Built myself a whole cabin in the woods with all the amenities.” Jack doesn’t know why he shares that with her when everyone else is told he likes hiking. “I also fix up cars for the hell of it now that I’m done.”

She smiles, “I make medicine, learned midwifery and bribed a medic to teach me the rest I didn’t know. I don’t like sitting still either.”

They were more than just pretty Capitol slaves; he thinks bitterly as he took a drag of her fancy cigarette before giving it back to her. These were hard to come by even in Two, and Eva was given all the contraband her heart asked for as long as she played the whore for her protector.

“Allies?” He asks knowing Eva won’t stab him in the back, in this arena at least.

“Allies.” Eva agrees, taking back her cigarette and adding quietly as if to herself, “You fix things, I fix people. Quite a team we make.”

Somehow, he finds himself in bed with her on the fifth night of the games.

She killed his brother, he tried to kill her and yet when Luca nuzzled and kissed Eva like he owned her, Jack wanted nothing more than to square up with the mobster.

So he waited to corner Eva at the elevator and kissed her like he wanted her. He did, in a fucked up way he wanted her, he had to admit.

“He will kill you.” Eva warns but doesn’t push him away. She wants him too. “He doesn’t like sharing his whores.”

“You’re not a whore, you’re not his, Evie.” Jack wasn’t afraid of Luca and tore off the diamonds from her neck to prove it.

It was worth the risk he thinks, see how far Luca’s power truly extends. He can’t kill a victor, especially one so publically adored like either of them.

“Jealousy is a good color on you, Jack.” She chuckles and kisses him back as hungry as he is for her.

There are no rules about fraternizing with a fellow mentor and even if there were neither care about following them.

Eva’s tribute is the only one to survive an arena event and becomes the winner of the 66th Hunger Games.

“See you in November.” He says as he kisses her goodbye.

What a pair they make, the victor who’s brother died in the games and the victor who killed him.

[teddypines]

Just a dance?

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Sumary: Steve being the knight in shining armour saving Bucky from Sharon. Morgan being adorabale.

Fantasy world avengers au.

Knight!Steve x Duke!Bucky

A/N: Just a fun little story for the weekend :)

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It was one of those mandatory parties Bucky had to attend because of his statues as duke. One of those parties he hated, it also didn’t help that he wasn’t on good terms with the emperor. Bucky just didn’t agree with what Tony had to say, but that didn’t matter now. He was here to please his mother and sister by joining them in the festivities.

Bucky was talking to Morgan, The Emperor's youngest, she always knew how to cheer him up even when he wasn’t in the mood to be cheered up.

“And then Daddy said that I needed a new knight! Because Clint is too ‘Irresponsible’ and ‘reckless’. I didn’t want a different knight! Clint is just fine.” Morgan said with a small pout. It made Bucky smile the way Morgan complained about getting a new knight. He knew Clint did his best to keep Morgan safe, but it might have been better for her to have a more serious knight. “At least the new knight is very sweet and nice to me. I was scared he wouldn’t like me.”

“Everybody likes you Morgan, how can anybody not like a sweet little girl like you. But I am glad your new knight is nice to you. I bet Tony wouldn’t be happy if I punched one of his men again.” Bucky says as he looks down at Morgan. The small giggles that came from her were priceless, but Bucky got swept away before he could continue talking with Morgan. It was Sharon Carter, someone Bucky really disliked. Her hair bounced up and down in an annoying way that made strands of hair fly into his face. Bucky pulled his hand free and stopped following Sharon. “What do you think you are doing? I was talking!” Sharon just gave Bucky a fake smile and said “I wanted to dance. Your mother said you were free to dance, besides you didn’t look very busy. Just dance with me James, I’ll stop bothering you after we’re done”

A hand made its way around Bucky’s waist before he could even correct Sharon or turn her down. He just froze at the unknown touch. “Sorry miss, but this handsome man promised to dance with me first” An unknown voice said to Sharon. Sharon glared up at the men besides Bucky before she turned around and walked away in anger. The men looked down at Bucky and gave him the warmest smile he ever received. “May I have this dance?” He asked to which Bucky could only nod and give the men his hand. Bucky had never seen a man so handsome before. His honey blond hair was fluffy yet it stayed in perfect shape. They made their way to the dance floor and he took the lead, which surprised Bucky a lot.

“My name is Steve, Steve Rogers, I sort of forgot to introduce myself” The man said to Bucky as he looked down at him.

“James Barnes, but you can call me Bucky. It’s nice to meet you and thank you for saving me from that wretched woman.” Bucky answered Steve with a small smile. “It is nice to meet you too Bucky and it’s an honor that I can have this dance with you” Those words made Bucky swoon a bit. The way Steve said such a simple thing and made it sound like he could make his every wish come true.

They continued to dance around the ball room for a while. Bucky almost got lost in Steve’s blue eyes for a moment when he forgot the whole room around them. It was like only Steve existed in that moment, just the two of them (We could make it if we try) dancing. It was only after they danced for two whole songs that Bucky realized he forgot Morgan. “It was lovely dancing with you Steve, but I must go. That wretched woman kind of pulled me away from a very important person that I have to get back to.” Bucky told Steve as he slowly pulled away from him. He didn’t want to stop dancing with Steve, but he couldn’t stay away from Morgan for much longer now and disappoint her. Steve slowly nodded his head and let go off Bucky.

“Well, it was a pleasure dancing with you while we could. Besides I can’t possibly let you keep someone waiting. I hope I get the pleasure of seeing you again sometime” Steve said as he smiled down at Bucky. Bucky nodded his head, not really knowing how to respond to Steve. His head just went fuzzy and all thoughts went out the window. “Ehm… Yes, yes, of course. Until we meet again.” Bucky said and quickly turned around, making his way back to Morgan.

Bucky made his way to Morgan with a small blush on his cheeks. No one noticed, except of course Morgan. She giggled, but then gave Bucky a confused look. “I thought you hated Lady Carter?” Bucky looked down at Morgan and nodded his head. “I do hate her”

“Then why are you blushing?” Morgan asked, still looking very confused. “I… I am not blushing!” Bucky yelped, quickly looking away from Morgan. “You are!” Bucky didn’t answer Morgan at first but sighed soon after. “Maybe a little…” Morgan started to beam when she heard Bucky admit to blushing a little. She started to giggle and ran a circle around Bucky. “Bucky is blushing! He is in love!!”

Bucky carefully grabbed Morgan by her hand and stopped her. He kneeled down to her level and gave her a stern look. “Morgan, stop, please. I am not in love, I am just a bit smitten, nothing more.” Bucky explained to the young girl, hoping she would understand the difference. Of course Morgan didn’t understand, but she nodded her head anyway. She wanted to show Bucky she was a big girl and knew stuff about grown up things. Bucky let Morgan go and smiled at her. “Now, do you want to tell me about your new knight?”

Morgan giggled and started to tell Bucky everything about her knight. “Okay, okay, so he is really tall! He can beat Clint in arm wrestling, owh and Sam! He can beat Sam! And he can lift me up in the air! He is really good at sword fighting and he has really fluffy hair” Morgan continued to talk about her knight but Bucky got kind of lost in his thoughts when she mentioned the knight had fluffy hair. ‘Steve has fluffy hair’ he thought as he nodded at Morgen, letting her know he was still listening even though he really wasn’t. Morgen just told Bucky everything and nothing about the knight as she slowly took Bucky’s hand and pulled him towards her. Bucky got the hint and stood up properly. Morgan then started to walk around the ballroom in search of her knight, wanting Bucky to meet him. Never stopping her stories about the knight.

Bucky just continued to listen to Morgan as she led the way. He made sure no one was in her way and that Morgan was safely walking around the ballroom. He saw how they slowly made their way towards Steve, which confused him a bit. Well it confused him a lot. They slowly but surely got closer and closer to Steve and Bucky got nervous. Steve smiled when he saw Morgan pulling Bucky towards him. “Well hello there little princess. Who’s your friend?” Steve asked Morgan as he looked down at her. “This is Duke James Barnes from the north. But everyone calls him Bucky.” Morgan tells Steve, not knowing the two already met. Bucky wanted to tell her that they already met before this, but he just couldn’t wipe the smile off her face.

“Only friends call me Bucky, Morgan.” Bucky corrected Morgan as he looked at Steve, who was smirking a bit. “But Steve is my friend and you are my friend, so you two are friends now too!” Morgan answered Bucky. The little girl pouted a bit, just wanting Steve and Bucky to be friends. Bucky sighed in defeat and just accepted that Steve was now his friend. He liked it, but maybe wanted to be more than just friends. “Bucky, this is Steven ‘the best knight in the empire’ Rogers, he is a captain too!” Morgan continued like nothing was going around her. Which was kind of normal for her. She might have gotten that trait from Tony.

“Well it is really nice to meet you, Bucky” Steve said in a cheeky tone, he liked the reactions he was getting from Bucky. “Yes, it is nice to meet you too, Captain Rogers.” Bucky said formally, not wanting to be out of place or make the people around him suspicious. Too bad for Bucky, Natasha saw everything and would use this to tease him in the future. 

[aajjks]

DHP!JK

as you’re admiring your face in the mirror, jungkook speaks up. “Have you thought about who you want to invite to the wedding? I know that I haven’t given you enough time but..” he pauses before continuing. “any ideas? Who’s Going to be your maid of honor? Anyone from your family? I’ve thought about it. Tell me.” you furrow your brows. “you’ve been wondering who’s my maid of honor?” he nods his head before telling you the names of his groomsmen and his best man (eunwoo). now, he wants to know yours, but, you haven’t thought about having bridesmaids or a maid of honor. it’s not like you can invite your family and it’s not like you want to.

“well” you start to think of all the names of his friends’s girlfriends. “tzuyu is really nice. jihye and lisa are funny, especially lisa. can i have two maid’s of honor? i can’t decide on just one” you joke as you leave the bathroom and sit on the bed. you and alina have been friends since your freshmen year in college. she got stuck with you as her dorm-mate and you both just became good friends since then, but hyejin is amazing. you admire how unapologetic she is and it’s because of her that you didn’t drown in self-hate after jungkook’s arrest. both women mean so much to you that it’s mandatory that you make both your maid of honor because both women have impacted your life.

jungkook asks why you’re having such a hard time deciding on a maid of honor when, in his opinion, should be a easy decision. you gasp. “oh my goodness! i never told you, huh? i made a friend at that banking job. her name is hyejin and she’s so cool. we used to have breakfast, lunch, and sometimes dinner together. she’s a great friend, i talk to her almost everyday. it’s mandatory she attends. trust me, you’re going to like her so much!” you say and for some reason, your little spew about this ‘hyejin’ girl rubs jungkook the wrong way but he doesn’t think too much about it.

after he’s finished getting ready, you both leave the apartment and head to one of the best bridal boutiques in seoul. since you’ve got a nice sized belly, finding a maternity pregnancy dress that you like isn’t easy. should the dress be more modest or sexy? you want both but with just a little ‘umph.’

after a lot of ‘no’ and ‘i don’t know’s, you finally find the perfect dress. “baby! baby! look! look!” you excitedly say before hurrying to your waiting fiancé. “do you like it? do you think it’s cute? tell me what you think”

dress: https://pin.it/4Fnha4htK

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When you point to the dress, he takes your hand and takes you to it so he can have a closer look. And it is a safe to say that he likes it very much

It’s perfect really.

“I think I love it yn. I think you’re gonna look even more gorgeous in it.” it has a perfect amount of sexy in it too. And with your changing body, he’s just gonna have a hard time composing himself when he sees you in it.

He really likes the neck of the dress too. The sleeves are perfect. Jungkook kisses you on your lips and soon you have the dress with you after buying it.

He really wants you to try it in front of him, but he won’t. He would like to see you wearing it on your wedding day.

But speaking of your wedding day, he doesn’t understand the need for you to have two maid of honors.

And who is this friend of yours exactly? Hyejin? He doesn’t like her. he actually has no reason to dislike her, but she’s the one who had your attention for the past three years when he was away.

He doesn’t know who this girl is, and he has no desire in getting to know her. But he’s willing to meet her, but she will only be your maid of honor if he approves of her.

No wait— she will only be your friend if he approves of her.

“Yn I want to meet your friend. I’m sorry I would never discourage you from making friends, but I want to see her for myself. I don’t know why.”

You both walk out of the boutique, and he’s guiding you back to his car. He doesn’t like behaving this way with you, but he just wants to make sure that your circle is right

After a few hours, you both find yourselves back home after lunch date, and Jungkook is busy doing house chores. You don’t want him to do this he knows, but he loves doing things for you.

He is still thinking about that friend of yours and how you said that he’s going to love her when he knows that he won’t. He didn’t like the idea of having a job, but you had no choice to survive. He knows that his family hasn’t been the best with you, he only wonders how they were like when he was in jail

“Well yn. Have you finished your fruits yet?” it’s 4 PM in the evening now and.. he really wants to discuss with you this friend of yours

Jungkook looks over to see that you are still munching on the fruits. He smiles. “Is it possible for me to see your friend tonight?”

[harrywavycurly]

How are things with Eddie and his 7 wives?

Hiii lovey!! Oh things with Eddie and his wives are going good!! I’ll give you a few conversations with him and Wayne and how they talk about them😂 hope you enjoy!💖

*Eddie making sure all his wives are happy is a never ending job but he’s happy to do it*

“Friday wants what now?” “She wants to have a like…80’s themed dance party with all the girls and well…everyone.” “She loves a good party huh?” “Uh that’s an understatement she thrives at parties she’s so social I can barley keep up with who she’s hanging out with and when.” “Well bout time there’s a popular Munson in the family.” “Ha ha…very funny.” “So when is this…party?” Tonight…and your attendance is mandatory old man.”

“Sunday wants us over for dinner this week.” “Us? Why me?” “She likes you Wayne don’t be an asshole…she’s making your favorite casserole and everything.” “This feels like a trap…just tell me the real reason she wants me over there.” “I don’t know…she just told me this morning when I went over there to fix her washing machine.” “She pregnant?” “Uh..not that I’m aware of?” “You need to keep track of shit like that son…or you’re gonna end up with seven pregnant wives all at the same time.” “Not seven…some of them don’t want kids.” “That’s not the point…” “right….yeah I’ll uh keep track of that…better.”

“Did I just see Wednesday and that Steve kid having lunch?” “Yeah she’s like his bestfriend or something…she helps him not be such a wimp.” “I mean…yeah she’ll do that I guess.” “Yeah she doesn’t let him be all…negative and shit.” “She beats him up huh?” “I honestly don’t know…just know she has lunch with him like three times a week or whenever he needs advice…she actually likes hanging out with him so it doesn’t bother me.” “She likes hanging out with him? Wednesday doesn’t like anyone…besides us.” “I knows that’s why it doesn’t bother me…I’m glad she has friends outside of us.” “How’d they even become…friends?” “He came over one day and was looking for me and I was at her place…he was all blabbering on about how he was sorry to interrupt and she told him to shut up and sit down for dinner since he was already there and yeah…friends ever since.” “Sounds like her…”

[beardedmrbean]

A Minnesota high school gym teacher was arrested after three female students accused him of sexual misconduct that dates back to when he first began working for the school district, reports show.

The Winona Police Department arrested Eric Birth, 29, last Thursday on accusations he had sexual relationships with three students when they were between the ages of 16 and 18 at Winona Area Public Schools. He is accused of carrying out sexual misconduct with the three students in 2016, 2017 and 2022, according to court records reported by Fox 9.

Winona Area Public Schools hired Birth in 2016 as a high school coach, before he became a full-time physical education teacher in 2021, according to the outlet. The three students each told investigators that Birth was their track coach when the sexual relationships allegedly began.

Authorities were tipped off to the alleged misconduct last year, when someone filed an anonymous complaint that Birth was having a sexual relationship with a student. That student initially denied the relationship to police, forcing authorities to close the case before the student told authorities this year that she did have a sexual relationship with the track coach, according to court records.

The student told police that she allegedly received text messages from Birth in 2022, and that the pair eventually met up in his car and had sex. The girl added that following the encounter, Birth tried "to persuade her to have a relationship."

The student’s statement was soon followed by two other girls who attended the school and said they had sexual relationships with Birth. The three girls were all experiencing personal issues and had confided in their track coach ahead of the alleged sexual relationships, Fox 9 reported.

The second female student said that she exchanged flirty texts with Birth before having a sexual relationship with him in 2016.

The other student said she had a sexual relationship with him in 2017, and that Birth even warned her that school officials might call her about the relationship. Court documents show that the student, at the time, was contacted by the principal regarding the alleged relationship, but she denied Birth carried out any misconduct, Fox 9 reported.

Two witnesses also told authorities they reportedly saw a video of one of the victims performing a sex act on Birth when they used the track coach’s phone during practice.

A local news report from 2021 touted Birth as a teacher working to "inspire his students to find confidence in themselves, their voice, and their place in their school." The report noted that Birth is a 2013 graduate of the high school, and that becoming a teacher was "a dream come true."

NEARLY 350 K-12 EDUCATORS ARRESTED ON CHILD SEX CRIMES IN 2022

"My goal as a teacher is to create a culture of trust and respect to empower, enable and equip my students with the confidence needed to speak up, advocate for themselves, and share their voice when faced with difficult situations when they feel pushed aside, devalued and disengaged," Birth told the outlet at the time.

Birth was placed on administrative leave in January, with the school urging anyone with information on the cases to contact the Winona Police Department.

"We understand that this news may be shocking and concerning to our school community. Please know that all school district employees are subject to a thorough background check before being hired, and are also required to complete training to reinforce policy, procedure, and our legal requirements as mandatory reporters," the school said in a statement Friday.

He was charged with four counts of 3rd Degree Criminal Sexual Conduct.

[sci-fi-freaksandgeeks]

outing some of the truly awful things my mother has said or done (because this is tumblr and she'll never see it, and even if she does, she won't believe it's about her):

1.when i was 13, she discovered a text i'd forgotten to delete before a nightly phone-check, in which i told my best friend that i had "broken up with [my boyfriend] because i realized i'm gay," which then led to a further investigation into my internet doings where she found my secret s/h account, and ultimately ended with her storming into my room at 3 a.m., breaking my phone in half in front of me, making me sleep in her bed the rest of the night, and checking me into an inpatient facility at 8 a.m.

2. she then made my 10 year old brother lie to everyone at school and say i was home sick with the flu while i was in said inpatient facility

3. when i got out and was doing my mandatory two years of outpatient therapy, she found a new therapist every time they brought her in for our family sessions and she felt like she was being blamed; when it happened with the last therapist, she even went so far as to storm out in the middle of session

4. from the night she broke the phone (i call it d-day in my head, i know that's really not classy or anything okay i started doing it when i was 13 and didn't even really know history) but anyway from d-day until my 18th birthday i was effectively grounded: no phone, restricted internet access (ill come back to that actually), and definitely no going out with friends or to sleepovers.

5. when i was about 16, we'd moved a couple of times and ended up at this huge school that tbh i hated, but anyways i met a girl that i didn't hate, and then when my mom found out she'd had enough and pulled me out of public school altogether.

6. so then for the next 9 months she thought i was homeschooling, but since i quickly learned that a) i wasn't actually attending school through an accredited online academy but rather a website set up by some christian lady who taught her own kids, and b) my mother couldn't actually be bothered to check and see if i was actually doing anything, i factory reset the "restricted" computer she gave me for school and spent my nights online talking to the aforementioned girl, and my days sleeping and ignoring my mother's email's (that's how she communicated with me since she took my phone away)

7. told me i looked like this dog-

-any time i straighted my hair

8. this one was actually one of the few awful things she's ever said to my brother: she told him he "should be ashamed of himself" when he was almost 20 and told her that his girlfriend was pregnant, even though she got pregnant with me at 18 (projecting much??)

9. soooooo many snarky comments about any thing and everything - from disapproval of the few hobbies i tried to find joy in, all the way to comments about every aspect of my appearance

10. okay last one - the one and only time i tried to get her to sit down and meet a girlfriend, yknow, to see how happy and healthy i was, she ignored my girlfriend the entire time, only talked about her job or people my girlfriend couldn't possibly know, and actually stormed out at the end of the meal when i told her she hadn't made much of an effort to talk to my girlfriend and it upset me (she paid for lunch on her way out at least)