#f minus is not even a real grade

[realtapiocafan]

Bengals grades for 24-25

F minus 😭😭😭😭 these nflpa polls are literally the only place i’ve ever seen an F minus

[m0llygunn]

a job well done (eddie munson x fem!reader one-shot)

summary: long-term admirer, recent tutor — you find out eddie's failing gym. in an ode to help him, your expertise expands beyond just textbooks — to your fortune, he teaches you something you've been dying to learn too

contents: 18+, smut!!!, porn with plot, lots of ball action <3, oral (m receiving, mentions of f receiving), pet names and praise (baby, good girl), somewhat-inexperienced!eddie, tutor!reader an: i made an $8k mistake irl so heres 8k words that i wrote to forget about it (just kidding (not abt the mistake, that's very real) i started writing this in july 2023 but recently rewrote most of it to make it into a big ol' one shot-ish thing) wc: 8.5k

“You’re failing gym?” you gasp, jaw dropping as your eyes scan over his report.

“No!” he replies, trying to steal the envelope and its contents from your hands. You turn your body just in time for him to grasp at nothing but air. 

You started tutoring Eddie about a month into the semester. He’s been a willing participant for the most part and that’s why when he kept coming up with excuse after excuse for why he didn’t have his midterm report you knew something was up. 

You took it upon yourself to do some investigating. Nothing invasive, just when you got to his place for a regular tutoring session, you decided to look through his bag while he was in the bathroom. On his bedroom floor, filing through the bags endless messy contents, you eventually came across the familiarly coloured yellow envelope and helped yourself to a peek at what he was keeping a secret from you. 

Mere moments later, he was back. He immediately noticed what you had in your hands and crashed to the floor trying to get it away from you. Evidently, a failed attempt. 

“You have a — oh god, not just a D, a D minus, Eddie.” 

“That’s not failing,” he mumbles under his breath. You wave him off before dropping his report to the floor in front of you. He grabs it, crumples it into a ball, and petulantly tosses it to the other side of his room. 

“You never even told me you were taking gym.”

“Cause how’re you supposed to help with gym?”

“The tests! There’s a whole health portion, I could’ve been helping you with that,” you say, getting worked up over it. Eddie’s been doing so well, this was truly blindsiding.

“Yeah… cause I really want help from you with the health portion,” he grumbles sarcastically. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means exactly what it sounds like it means,” he shrugs. 

If you weren’t paying attention, you might think he was angry — maybe even being mean. Luckily, you’re always paying attention to Eddie Munson, and you see the way his face flushes to a bright, crimson red. His annoyance is actually just embarrassment — which is good — at least he has some level of remorse for his failing grade. You can work with that. You take a breath, exhaling it slowly, forcing yourself to calm down. 

“Show me what you’re working on.”

“No,” he shakes his head, reaching into his bag, shuffling around some papers before tossing a heavy textbook your way. “Let’s just do math.”

“No, you have a B minus in math now, that doesn’t need help. You need help in gym.” you reply, tossing the textbook back at him. 

“I don’t.”

“Eddie, you do.”

Sitting up to your knees, you reach into his bag once more, taking out his binder and dropping it to the floor in a pointed thump. He mumbles some kind of disagreement, spine going stiff with his hesitancy to let you go through his stuff some more, but he doesn’t make any attempts to physically stop you. 

You flip through the disorganization that you’ve told him countless times to organize until you come across a diagram of a penis and a vagina. Bingo.

“Told you,” he mumbles, scoffing to himself. 

“Told me what?”

“Why would you want to help me study that?” 

“Uh— cause it’s part of your class and I don’t want you to fail,” you say matter of factly. “Believe it or not, Eddie, I like you, and your success translates to my happiness.” 

Bright red continues to flourish across his skin, affecting the apples of his cheeks all the way down to his throat. He turns bashful, eyes locking down on the carpet. 

Eddie’s shy — not often, but he is. You wouldn’t think so from the way he acts at school and in most public atmospheres, but get him in a room, one-on-one, and he’s all blushed cheeks and shy touches. It’s sweet and it’s one of your favourite things about him — but you don’t have time for sweet shyness right now. He’s failing gym for christ sake — gym.

“So, how do you want to do this?” you ask, slapping your hands to your thighs. Eddie startles, jolting before his wide eyes find yours. 

“Do what?”

“Study this,” you motion to the diagram on the floor separating the two of you.

“I— I’m not… we’re not—“

His eye contact goes rogue again, diverting anywhere else — everywhere else that isn’t you. Shy, shy, shy. Too shy. More shy than normal. And you have an inkling that it has to do with the subject of the conversation at hand. 

“Oh my god, Eddie. This is basic human anatomy. I think we’re grown up enough to handle a little penis and vagina,” you state, tacking on a laugh. 

You get a hint of Eddie's true personality beyond his shyness — it emerges through a quirk of his lip, the corner of it tweaking upwards into the hint of a smirk. 

“A little penis?” He parrots, his smirk fully emerging now. This boy.

“Cue cards? Should we do cue cards?”

He groans, body deflating. “You know I hate cue cards.”

“Okay, so let’s just go over the parts for now, then we can move on and do something else.”

You clear out a bigger area on the floor, making space for your study session. Eddie helps by kicking back stray articles of clothing and then picking out what looks like spilled weed from the carpet and collecting it in the palm of his hand. You’re a touch more productive, taping little pieces of paper over the diagram labels. When you’re done, you sit up admiring your work. Eddie stands, dropping his little handful of greenery onto his desk before sitting down on his bed. 

“Do you want to do it up there or down here?” You ask. 

The slight double entendre isn’t lost on you, you heard it before you even said it. Now knowing how shy Eddie is about this stuff, you couldn’t help but push your luck, and the blush that spreads across his cheeks makes it entirely worth it, especially while you deadpan and pretend you have no clue. 

“I’ll come down there—“ He says and you watch him physically recoil as his words set in. You resist your laughter. 

“Come, Eddie. Faster,” you tease, laughter starting to bubble up. A smile breaks through his embarrassment.

“Jesus Christ, you’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you? You like seeing me suffer?”

“Me? Teasing you on purpose? Never.”

With a shake of his head, he joins you on the floor, leaving a large gap between the two of you. “Can we not do this, I already know this stuff.”

“Oh yeah? Eddie Munson is well versed in human anatomy?”

“I’m — I’m not going to answer that,” he crosses his arms. 

With a clap of your hands, you ignore his pouty demeanor. “Okay! Let’s just do this, the quicker you memorize everything the quicker we can not do this.”

With both of the diagrams set up, you give him the option of starting with the penis or vagina first. He chooses the easy answer, opting to go with the penis. 

One by one you point out each part of the penis, asking him for the anatomically correct name. You quickly understand why he’s failing. 

“Okay, and this one is…?”

“The head,” he states. 

“I mean… sure,” you nod hesitantly — “but the little arrow is pointing there — the glans. This one?”

You continue going through the chart, teaching Eddie the proper names for everything. When you finally graduate to the diagram of the vagina, Eddie is physically squirming in his spot. 

“Eddie, relax. Seriously. We’ve all seen a vagina before.”

“It’s so fucking hot in here, are you hot?” He groans, standing up and tripping his way to the window, slamming it open with a grunt. 

He’s barely made his way back before you have a thought.

“You’ve seen a vagina before, right?” 

He freezes — just for a moment, but you catch it. On his way to return to his spot on the floor he pauses, then continues moving as if you haven’t asked him a question. When he sits, you quirk a brow. 

“Yeah!” He answers. His voice tunes so high, it begs to crack.

You nod skeptically. You wouldn’t say he’s lying per se, but something seems off. Something that you’re interested in getting to the bottom of. 

“Let’s take a break, okay?” You offer.

“Yeah, a break’s, uh — good.” He exhales, letting out a breath of relief. He tugs at the collar of his shirt, fanning it in and out, getting some air flow on his skin. It’s very suspicious and you have to assume —

“So, you’ve never seen a vagina,” you say.

Eddie’s eyes go wide. “I have! I’m not a virgin.”

“You’re squirming like one.”

“I’m not!”

“There’s nothing wrong —”

“I’m not!” He says much louder, cutting you off. 

You believe him, seeing the full depth of sincerity in his amusedly large, and overly serious eyes. 

“Okay,” you nod.

“I’m not,” he insists once more, tone leaning towards stern. 

“I believe you, Eddie.”

The two of you sit quietly in your respective spots. You could busy yourself with getting some more studying stuff ready, but somehow — even though there was some verbal finality — this conversation doesn’t seem over. 

And with an inhale from Eddie, it’s not.

“I’ve just never been like…” he pauses, thinking, “I’ve just never been all up in there.” He makes a crude motion with his hands, both palms splayed out flat in your direction, moving outwards like he’s spreading something out. 

“You’ve never eaten a girl out before?”

“What are we doing?” He says, dropping his head into his hands, scrubbing at his cheeks with both palms. 

“You don’t have to answer. Seriously, if I’m really making you uncomfortable, I’ll stop. Swear.”

His chest inflates with a deep breath, then his head pops up. “I have but only for like a minute, in the dark, parked outside of the hideout after a gig,” he confesses. You raise your brows, surprised.

“You work quickly. A minute, that’s impressive.”

“No… Jesus, no,” he winces. “I fucking wish. We got interrupted and… yeah she never wanted to hang out after.”

“Oh,” you hum. “That sucks.” You tilt your head at him, frowning apologetically. 

“Yeah. She, uh, I’m pretty sure she had a boyfriend but I didn’t know when we… yeah.” He concludes his confession with a shrug before sitting back to lean against the side of his bed. 

“That really sucks. Sorry.” 

“Don’t be sorry,” he says, tacking on a laugh. It’s not a nervous laugh. It’s genuine and you take his lack of nervousness as permission to continue the conversation. 

“So… Do you have a tactic?”

“Tactic?”

“Yeah. Like, most guys use the alphabet on the clit thing, which is awful by the way, don’t do that.”

“I think…” he raises his brows. “I think, maybe, just being overzealous is my thing. I don’t really know — I haven't done it enough to have a tactic.”

“Overzealous is good…” you nod, “as long as it’s strategic.”

Eddie meets your gaze. He’s intrigued — “Elaborate?” he asks. 

“Like, sure if you want to go to town and eat the pussy, go for it, but the only place it really counts is the clit — of course everything else is nice too, but the clit is definitely where it matters,” you nod to yourself, punctuating your statement. “And—” you add on, raising your hand, bringing together two of your fingers to mime the curling motions of getting fingered. “I like when they use their fingers too. It's a lot better like that.”

Eddie goes silent. He looks like he’s thinking, maybe even committing your words to memory— but it’s an odd look he has on his face. One you’ve never seen before from him.

“Sorry, did I say too much?” You laugh, trying to diffuse. Eddie looks at you, shaking his head in amused disbelief.

“Why the fuck are you tutoring me in going down on a girl right now?” He laughs. 

You smile, appreciating his amusement. Tilting your head boastfully, you accept his comment like a compliment. “Just a natural born teacher, I guess,” you tease. 

He nods, humming agreeingly. He doesn’t say anything more but you’ve got a handful of curiosities burning through your back pocket, and when in rome…

“Are we done with this conversation,” you ask, “or can we keep going ‘cause I might have a few questions for you?”

“Hasn't this whole conversation already been an interrogation of my experiences?”

“But this might be your only opportunity to teach me something, Edward.” You jet out your lower lip, pouting it, rounding your eyes at him — trying your best to keep this going. 

He rolls his eyes, feigning annoyance. 

“Are you about to ask me if I can move my dick without my hands, because the answer is yes but it’s not full control.”

“That’s not what I was gonna ask, but very cool.”

“Sorry. That’s usually what girls ask.”

That has been a curiosity but your questions… your questions are much more… sophisticated? 

“So can I?” you ask. 

“Can you?”

“Ask you questions?”

He bites his lip, pointedly making you sweat it out. With a dramatic sigh, he gives in. “Go for it.”

You sit up straighter, very pleased with his answer. 

“Balls,” you state. Eddie’s eyes widen immediately — you ignore the regret that flashes across his face. “Do you like them being touched? Every time I’ve done anything with them, the guy kind of, like, recoils and it feels like I did something wrong.” 

“Jesus…” he clears his throat with an awkward laugh. “You’re really going for the big questions, huh?” 

“The big questions?” You raise your eyebrows suggestively. 

“No, Jesus I’m not implying my balls are — holy shit. My balls are normal sized, that’s not what I meant.” He continues to laugh through his embarrassment, cheeks heating right back up to that very cute, bright, red colour. 

“I’m just teasing you, Eddie. I’m sure your balls are lovely and perfectly normal sized.”

He hums appreciatively but it gets stuck in his throat, coming out as a high pitched croak. He clears his voice, nodding as he raises a hand to the back of his neck, wringing it nervously.

“You don’t have to answer, but I would appreciate knowing,” you say, softly, sympathetic — leaning into apologetic. He nods again, and you can tell the gears are spinning in his head as he thinks over his answer. 

“They’re just… sensitive,” he swallows. “But… I do like them being played with, or sucked, or licked… or whatever.” 

His eyes focus on the far wall, not out of nervousness or shyness this time, but more like he’s giving his words some real thought. You appreciate it and wait patiently for him to continue. 

“I guess I would have to say that it’s personal preference, so ask?” he continues unsurely, eyes still focusing elsewhere. “I mean, no guy is ever gonna be mad if you ask to put their balls in your mouth — or… whatever you want to do with them.” He looks at you with wide eyes as he suddenly gets nervous again. You wave him off, letting him silently know that ‘balls in your mouth’ is not an offense to you.

“Could you cum from someone playing with your balls?”

“Holy shit,” he gasps, laughing. His hand that was wringing his neck drops to his lap in a heavy thud. At the same time, he brings up both knees, hugging them halfways to his chest as he mulls over his answer. “Um? Maybe? But, I think a big part of it is a visual thing — like, it adds to the hotness when they’re into the balls?” He finishes, adding an unsure inflection to the end of his remark. You nod, narrowing your eyes into a squint as you absorb what he’s saying. 

“So it doesn’t feel good?”

“It does,” he quickly corrects, “just anything on the head feels way better.” 

“Okay… good to know.” You nod, moving on. “And dirty talk. You really like that? Like, when the girl’s going on and on about your ‘big cock in her tight little pussy’, is it not weird?”

“Jesus, you really aren’t holding back with these questions.” He smiles through the blotchy redness growing down his neck all the way to the collar of his shirt.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” you promise, dipping your face lower to catch Eddie’s gaze. He holds it for a second, before letting his eyes roam the room. 

“Dirty talk is hot, obviously, but… it’s not when it’s rehearsed shit like that. It makes it feel like they’re performing — and maybe I’m just doing a piss poor job and they are performing — I don’t know, but I’d rather hear about what you actually like that I’m doing. Even if you’re telling me to go faster or harder or whatever. That’s fucking hot.”

“Alright, so be genuine. Cool,” you nod. 

“You done with questions?” He meets your gaze with raised brows for a fraction of a brave second before quickly looking away. 

The thing is, you’re not done. 

“So, hypothetically, if someone you didn’t like played with only your balls, and it wasn’t hot— like nothing about it was hot, would you still cum?”

He doesn’t give you the same surprised initial shock as he did with all the other questions. This time he just lets out a long, evenly staggered breath through puffed out cheeks. 

“I think…” He hugs his knees closer to his chest, rubbing both his palms along his shins quickly, filling the silence with the sounds of skin on denim. 

You can see the edge of his words in his expression, like he wants to say something but is holding it back. Whatever it is, you wait patiently — you do sit up a little straighter though, eagerly leaning inwards, listening with baited breath to his quiet, pensive hum.

His lips twitch, mouth opening then closing. With a loud exhale, he lets go of his shins, letting his knees drop from their upright position, and with that, his resolve breaks.  

“Fuck it” he curses — “Probably. Sometimes I think that the wind blowing the wrong way could make me cum. Like, I’m fighting for my fucking life to not get hard right now.”

He ends his speed-run confession with a pant, chest shallowly heaving with each breath. Excited wings beat inside your chest, dipping down to your belly as you absorb what he's just said to you. 

“Really?” you ask, blinking wide eyes at him. His breathing evens out, and he meets your gaze.

“Yeah,” he shrugs shyly — cutely.

“You know I like you, right?” 

His face falls. “What?” His brows press together, furrowing with confusion and you really don’t know how you could have been clearer about this whole ordeal.

“Eddie,” you smile. “I’ve told you like a million times that I like you — like earlier, I told you barely an hour ago before we got started.”

You said it quite plainly too; ‘Believe it or not, Eddie, I like you, and your success translates to my happiness.’ 

“Yeah, but I thought you meant as a… a person? Or a friend?”

You can’t help but laugh — not at him… well, a little bit at him, but this is just so ridiculous, how could he be so clueless. 

“I love my friends but I don’t think I would fill all my free time teaching them math and all the anatomical correct names of the different parts of the penis.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, they’re good people but that’s not exactly my idea of fun,” you tease. “Of course I’m serious, Eddie. So if you wanted to make a move… I wouldn’t be opposed.” 

At this point, after a confession as straightforward as that, you’d hope for movement — anything — even him getting closer to you, moving in for a kiss at the very least… but he stays sat in his opposite spot, his binder with the vagina diagram laid out flat, separating the both of you. 

Maybe you read this wrong — backpedal. 

“Did I just make this weird? Should I have not said that? I like tutoring you too, I don’t want you to think I’m expecting something from you just because I’ve been helping you.” You ramble apologetically, shrinking into yourself as you feel your whole body start to flush with icky embarrassment.

Eddie’s spine goes rigid as he sits up pin-straight, shaking his head emphatically.

“No! I like you too,” he interjects, leaning towards you, putting a hand on your knee. “Even before you started tutoring me.” 

“You do?” You sigh a breath of relief. Meeting his eyes, you smile sweetly, ignoring the whiplash that still has your stomach pinched in a half knot.

His voice gets soft with his confession — “Why do you think I didn’t want to sit around looking at penises and vaginas with you?” he laughs quietly,  “I was terrified of getting hard and scaring you away.”

The mention of him getting hard has your eyes flickering downwards for a split second. You can’t tell, but you tease him anyway — “And how’s that working out for you?”

“If you’re asking if I’m hard…” He trails off, smiling nervously, leaving you with a confirmed suspicion. 

“Should I make a move?” 

“Well, I’m not opposed.” He says it like it’s a joke — you know he’s being funny, breaking tension or whatever, but you don’t laugh. You perk up, tummy filling with fluttery feelings because that’s permission.

Permission to crawl the short distance between the two of you.

Permission to help yourself to his lap — pulling your skirt up high enough to straddle his upper thighs.

Permission to let your hands feel from his shoulders, down to his pecks. 

Permission to be this close to him — close enough that you can see every shy detail, every cute freckle, every nervous flutter of his lashes. 

Best of all — it’s permission for an intimacy you’ve been waiting for — longing for.

You sink yourself against him and — “Oh,” you gasp, “you weren’t kidding.” 

Through the thin cotton of your underwear, you feel the hard curve behind the zip of his jeans. It has you biting your lip, holding back your grin. 

His eyes coast your features, narrowing in on the tweaked up corners of your lips. He ghosts a quiet ‘yeah’, dipping his face downwards, hiding his own coy smile. 

You just won’t have that — you bring your hands to his cheeks, tilting his chin upwards, encouraging him to look at you. He lets you guide him, lets you wash your gaze over his features — lets you rake your eyes over every detail, even when his skin grows pink and you know he wants you to be looking anywhere else.

But you can’t help it. The rosy tint to his cheeks looks too warm, too inviting. His lips are just too pink, too bitten. And most of all, his eyes have become too deep, too capturing, especially when the usual gold in his brown has resolved to being just the thinnest ring, glinting and shimmering around absorbing black orbs.

“Your eyes are really dark right now,” you observe aloud. 

“Yeah?” He asks and you nod your head. You watch him as he lets his own gaze search your face. He swallows, coming to his own conclusion. “You just looked amused.”

You smile. You are amused but — “I’m not just amused.”

“No?” 

“I’m also really turned on.” You feel it in your belly, multitudes of warm winged flutters, sitting low, radiating heat throughout your whole body. You lean in closer, watching intently as his brows rise, moving to hide beneath his bangs as he processes your second confession of the evening.

“You are?”

“Yeah,” you whisper. “Want to know what I’m thinking about?”

He swallows thickly, and that golden ring in his eyes gets the faintest bit thinner.

“I do.”

You sit more comfortably, bringing your hands back to his chest and letting your bum press fully to his thighs. He lets out a near silent groan as your front sinks to his and when you adjust your hips, his hands dart to your sides, holding you tightly. 

“First,” you smile, batting your lashes at him. “I’m thinking about kissing you.” A soft swoon washes over Eddie's face, eyes turning soft for you. His eyes blink down to your lips, but you have more to say. “I’m also thinking about your balls in my mouth.”

The softness steps back, shock taking over. “Jesus christ,” he curses yet again, drawing out each syllable in a low groan. 

“And since I’ve been sitting here, I can’t help but think about how your cock would feel inside of me.”

“Fuck.” He meets your gaze, eyes rounding, jaw going slack. His chest begins to rise more rapidly, his breathing growing heavier. 

The feeling of him between your legs is undeniable now — he’s hard, very hard, uncomfortably hard. You let your hands slide up his chest, to his shoulders, letting your fingertips graze along the warm skin of his neck. He blinks heavily, eyelids growing weighted, swarming with evident lust. It makes you excited, makes you want more. 

You lower your voice to a breathy whisper, leaning in closer, letting your lips graze the shell of his ear.  “How’s the dirty talk, Eddie? Am I doing good?” You purr. His fingers pinch into the flesh at your sides as you shift once again, rolling your hips just enough to feel that hint of pleasure between your thighs. 

Eddie stifles his moan. “S– so good. You’re doing so g-good,” he stutters. His breath hitches as you press a kiss to the edge of his jaw, and then another, moving downwards to his neck. 

“What are you thinking about?” You pull away, looking at him through your lashes. You barely have a second to react before his hands are on your jaw, tugging you into him. 

It catches you off guard at first as his lips mash to yours. It’s entirely overzealous, bidding his earlier statement true by multiple definitions. It’s not terrible, but it is desperate. 

Flattening a heeding palm to his chest, you pull away just the slightest bit, letting your lips faintly graze his. 

“Slowly, Eddie.” you whisper. 

His interrupted desperation manifests as a quiet huff against your lips. Regardless of how hard he is beneath you, and how badly he wants to mash his mouth to yours, he nods, noses bumping together as he does.

This time you lean in. You guide the kiss, moving slowly, tenderly, and he follows your lead, moving gently, catching on quickly. Your upper lip presses between both of his and it's so delicate, so earnest, that it makes your heart thrum. It's exactly what you needed, and you reward Eddie with a quiet hum, letting your hands wrap behind his neck, pressing your chests together. 

His breath fans over your skin as he hums back, letting his hands glide to your lower back, hugging you closer. His lips massage yours, slowly, and he takes his time, letting you melt into him entirely. 

When you feel the pressure of his tongue licking across your lower lip your anticipation really sets in. You open your mouth, rolling your hips upwards as you move in closer to him. With a huffed, eager grunt, and with fingers kneading bruises into your skin, he licks into your mouth completely contradictory to it all, still giving you softness in the kiss. You’re elated by it all, swept up, enraptured by him being so sweet to you.

You sigh breathily as you have to pull away. 

“That was really good,” you fawn, dropping your head to rest against his shoulder. You let out another sigh, smiling contently to yourself. You’ve been wanting to do that for a long time — really too long, if you’re being honest. 

Eddie hums an agreement. You intend to go further than just a kiss, but you give yourself a moment to bask in it all. Just a moment, that’s all you need. 

And in the next moment, with your wits gathered, you wiggle your hips. Eddie’s palms press tightly against your back and he lets out a sharp gasp that melds into a whimper. You giggle a quiet apology. 

“Too much for you?” you tease.

“Nuh-uh.” He shakes his head, his warm cheek pressing to yours. “M’just really hard right now.”

He is — you can feel it, and you can feel the mess growing between your own thighs. 

A simple solution; you hint at rolling your hips another time. It’s hardly any friction, just testing the waters. You’re surprised when Eddie pulls you inwards, guiding your hips, encouraging you to move. He lets out a low groan as the squish of your thighs pass over his length, one that you hardly register over your own gasp as you get your first real hint of pleasure.

With his help, you build a slow rhythm, grinding to the curve in his denim, one that has your eyes fluttering shut and Eddie tensing, letting out meak whimpers and low moans. It's nice, it really is, but as nice as it feels for you, you weave a hand between the two of you, suggestively placing it on the buckle of his belt.  

“Can I ask you another question?”

“Yes,” his voice comes out as a heaved breath. Very eager to continue.

“After you cum, how long does it take for you to get hard again?”

“Sh-shit — it depends. Sometimes —” he swallows thickly and you hear the gulp in his throat — “sometimes it’s barely a few minutes.”

“I want to try out what you taught me, but I want you to fuck me too.”

“We can — yeah we can do that.” His voice wavers as he bites back his excitement, trying to play it cool. Despite that, you feel the overzealousness in his pants, twitching with enthusiasm. 

You press a chaste kiss to his lips before scooting back on his legs, weaving your hands between the two of you to pop open his belt. Just as you unweave the leather and toss the heavy buckle to the side, holding the button under your thumb, Eddie’s hand meets your waist — not stopping you, just getting your attention. 

“Can I…” he starts. You look up at him, pausing your movement. He continues, “can I try what you told me too?” His eyes barely meet yours, growing bashful all over again. 

“Of course you can,” you say sincerely. You finish unbuttoning his pants, tugging the zipper down while leaning in, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You don’t gotta be shy, Eddie. I like you already, a lot.” 

He nods, but you can still see a hint of cautiousness in his expression. 

“I’m serious, Eddie. I want you to be comfortable with me. Anything you need, anything you want, you can tell me.” 

He nods. His mouth mulls for a moment, but he nods a second time, assumedly coming to a conclusion. “Can we move up to the bed?” he asks. 

“I’d like that,” you smile and he smiles back.

Just as you lift your leg to get off him, you let out a surprised yelp as he does the bravest thing he’s done yet, both hands grabbing firmly at your bottom, tugging you into him and up as he pushes himself off the floor. He moves the both of you up to the edge of the bed with one strong flex of his legs and your stomach swirls with the rush of it all. 

From there, it's a giggling tussle of limbs, him pulling you up the bed, you pulling his pants off. Eventually, you both settle, him pantless, sitting with his back to the wall where his headboard should be, and you, by his side, knees pressing to his thigh. Your fingers wiggle with excitement as you take the thin cotton of his boxers, lacing them just under the waistband. 

You shimmy in your spot, shaking your hips, letting out a happy hum as you begin to pull them down. Your belly fills with good nerves, butterflies, and your mouth salivates. When you get them down as far as you can without his help, he silently chimes in, lifting his hips, hooking his own thumbs into the material. With a quiet humph, the fabric passes his length, freeing it to bob against his shirt-covered belly. 

Tempestuously red. Furiously flushed. Severely erect. Poor Eddie. Happy you. His tip is blushed to a deep crimson, glistening with the pearlescent sheen of precum. It has your body flushing hot everywhere — from your cheeks all the way south to where you grind yourself down onto the backs of your heels just to feel a pinch of salvation. 

Somewhere between where your ogling started and where you had to physically swallow the gathering saliva in your mouth, his boxers got discarded entirely, your own shirt disappearing along with them — because it is just so hot all of a sudden.  

If you weren’t completely blinded by your impeding tunnel vision, you would have seen the way Eddie gawked at your newly revealed skin, absorbing every inch, taking in every feature to your body. You would have seen the way his adam’s apple bobbed in his throat and the fresh cherry red blush spread to his cheeks. You would have seen the way he had to forcefully peel his eyes away from your chest when he felt your fingers press into his bare thighs as you situated yourself between his legs. But you didn’t have a chance to notice all of those details, not when you felt the thrilling thrum of anticipation bubbling up in your bloodstream. 

“You ready, Eddie?” You ask, grinning at him. He blinks slowly at you, no answer, making your smile falter.

“You look pretty,” he blurts out, much to your delight. “Really pretty. All the time — not just now because you're about to — you’re just beautiful, s’what I want to say.”

“Thank you,” you say, pleasantly surprised. Eddie on the other hand, cringes at his own rambling, face scrunching in defeat. You like him even more for it — “I think you’re beautiful too, Eddie,” you smile. “And not just because I have your pretty cock in front of me.” 

Eddie huffs a soft laugh and you gleam, pleased with yourself. 

With actual consent, you take him in your hand. Gentle at first, easing him into your touch. Just barely grazing your thumb over the tip, you smear the slick precum around, before sinking your fist to his base. He lets out a tensed moan, exhaling — exhilarating. That quiet, throaty noise has you lighting up, already feening for more.

Leaning down further, arching your back, you gather your saliva in your mouth before letting it spill out in a single string over the tip of his needy head, falling down just to be caught by the upwards rise of your fist. This time he sucks in a sharp breath and you live for it. 

Closing the distance between your mouth and his cock, you lick the tip gently, pressing your tongue to the river of precum that sits in the curves of his slit, relishing in the saltiness that makes your mouth water effortlessly. You hum, feeling the pulse between your legs grow deeper, more intense. You push your hips back, angling them, searching for any sort of relief. 

While it doesn’t satiate the need between your thighs, Eddie notices your squirm, and brings a splayed palm to your side, letting it curve to your skin. It settles in, warming you, encouraging you to distract yourself in such a beautiful way by taking him into your mouth. 

You let your tongue swirl. Flick. Caress. Your lips graze before closing, and you suck. Cheeks hardly hollowing, the noise he lets out makes you want to keep being gentle — draw this out, make this last. 

But like a devil on your shoulder, you want to skip forward. You want his balls in your mouth, that’s the guise of this whole encounter, isn’t it? To practice what he’s taught you.

Jumping right to the chase, abandoning his desperately swollen cock, doesn’t strike you as the way to go about this, so you continue to be gentle. Pulling off the tip, kissing him up and down his length. Pressing your lips where needed and drawing circles and lovey hearts across his skin with the pointed angle of your tongue.

It's not fruitless. Every noise, every groan, every heavy breath, pleading whimper, fills you up. It fills you up until it has you leaning your body into his hand on your rib cage, needing to feel him wherever you can, while taking him fully into your mouth. Swallowing him down, deeply hollowing your cheeks, gliding your lips and flattening your tongue until your nose presses to the wispy patch of coarse hair at his base. 

“Fuck— fuck.” Eddie groans through a strangled breath. 

His hand leaves your ribs and you whimper at the loss, only to be reunited with the physical contact as he takes hold of your head with both of his hands, pulling you up. You whine, chest collapsing with defeat. You pout as soon as his cock leaves your mouth. Looking up at him, he looks worked up and frayed — all a shivered mess — but eyes sincerely apologetic as he catches your disappointment. 

“Sorry, I just wasn’t expecting that.” He pants heavily, catching his breath while you catch your own. Your pout lessens, and instead, your pride sets in. You did that to him. 

Wiping your gathered tears, you place a tentative hand on his length, watching him for any protests. His head knocks back into the hard wall, but he never loses sight of you, now looking down the angular slope of his nose, watching with amorous, lusting eyes. 

You dip down, reapproach, but this time you give into your own desire, indulging yourself.

Lifting his cock, you nose down his length. His eyes turn wide, but still, no protests.

“Can I put your balls in my mouth?” You ask, doing just as he told you to do, embellishing your simple sentence with pleading, fluttery lashes and persuasive, pinched together brows. 

His lips press into a purse as he swallows, and then they part with approval. “Yes,” he says. You watch as his tongue swipes along his plump bottom lip, and you can’t help but smile up at him. 

Appreciation sits on the tip of your tongue, but you don’t say it, you show it. Bowing your face low, you lick up the centre of his sack, flattening your slow moving tongue with an oath of sincerity — this makes you burn. For a moment, you believe that you’d be content if this was for you and you only, but then you meet his gaze, and you see the way he burns too.

His eyes devour you — your hand wrapped around his cock, thumb barely touching index, your chin settled deep between his thighs. You burn identically and it makes the swirl of butterflies in your stomach rise high, beating heavily in your chest. You get lost for a moment, but a thumb on your cheek, sweetly swiping softly against your skin, brings you right back.

“Pretty girl,” he hums. 

You tilt your head, nuzzling into his grip, humming a tender thank you. His thumb swipes again, just under your eye before settling behind your ear, sitting there with no intention but to be tethered to you.

It’s sweet, and you return the gesture, pressing two kisses, one to each side. You shift your focus, returning back to the moment.

Head still partially in the clouds, you do something daring without thinking, and you suck one of his balls into your mouth. Eddie lunges forward, bending at the waist, nearly folding in half as his stomach tenses harshly. He whimpers, and you pull back immediately.

“Sorry!” You shift, looking at his contorted expression. “I’m sorry, did I hurt you?”

He quickly relaxes himself, patting your cheek as he settles, unclenching his thighs that had tightened at your sides.

“No — no.” He shakes his head, catching his breath “Do it again.” He gently guides you back down. “I was just distracted, caught me off guard,” he explains.

Distracted like you were. You understand, and you let him guide your face back down. 

This time you’re careful. With his eyes on you, you start again, licking, feeling the silky skin with your tongue as you gauge his reaction, peering up at him through your lashes. He nods, and you carefully take him into your mouth, letting your tongue roll cautiously along the velvet skin. 

You’re careful not to do too much, but you grow more confident when you see the way his mouth falls open with his own appreciation. 

“Fuck,” he exhales. “Just like that. Good girl,” he praises, groaning as you suckle delicately. His cock jumps in your loose fist, reminding you just how long it's been since you’ve paid it any attention. Tightening your grip, you run your fist up, then down languidly, multitasking in a way that has Eddie gaping, jaw slack, mouth parted wide, eyes owlish and filled to the brim with heated astonishment. 

With your mouth, you switch to his other side, doing the same, rolling your tongue exploringly, seeing what has his stomach tensing and noises pulling from his lungs. 

As you let your thumb run over his leaking head, he lets out a throaty groan. His thighs tense around you once more, but instead of backing away, you lean into it, embracing the new-found way to make him squirm. 

His breathing quickly becomes rapid as you take more of him into your mouth, sucking more confidently, and pulling away every now and again to press deserved kisses. Your fist moves quicker, focusing on the tip — purposeful, as you remember what he taught you. 

You suck, and glide your hand in smooth strokes, over and over, showing him just how much you like him. If he didn’t believe you before, he has to now. 

With a strong, devoted rhythm built, the skin against your tongue eventually begins to pull taut. He throbs in your hand. You know before he says anything, even before his hand can flex its grip on your cheek. You pull away, letting him fall from your mouth with a quiet pop. He lets out a worn sigh of relief as you sever the threads of spit from your mouth to his balls and shift, moving back to his wired-up cock, twitching at just the sensation of your breath on his over-flushed tip.

Rearranging yourself, you sink your fist, moving it low to his base, and then you adjust, moving your hand to cradle his balls in your palm. His stomach flexes and he lets out a pitiful whimper — he's so close, even while you're barely touching him.

“Please,” he rasps through a strained breath. 

You have nothing but appreciation for the man in front of you, reduced to pleading. You want nothing more than to satisfy him.

Gentle, a thing of the past. You take his cock in your mouth deeply. Swallowing his thickness down, taking him as far as he fits, pressing him to the very back of your throat. Your eyes water, and you breathe heavily through your nose, never once forgetting to massage him in your hand.

His chest heaves, and his fingers weave their way into the hairs at the base of your neck, tugging — communicating. His helpless moans draw out, getting longer and deeper, drawing out each and every flutter in your belly, adding to your fire. 

You can’t believe you’ve been sitting around, tutoring him, teaching him math when you could have been doing this. This is much better — much, much more fulfilling. 

You rise and fall, bobbing quickly, and he encourages you, helping you find the pace that brings him to his edge. He swells in your mouth, and draws upwards in your hand. You hum, encouraging him to let go.

“I’m gonna —” he tries to speak, but a rogue whine cuts him off. He sucks in a sharp breath — “I’m cumming, I’m —” Panic invades his voice as his grip in your hair turns harsh, pulling, stinging your scalp. You hum again, and then you feel the spill. 

The warmth of his cum invades the back of your throat, loading your senses with the distinctly musky taste and a bitter-flavoured swell of sweetness in your chest. Pleased, you swallow it down, and ask for more with the purse of your lips on his overworked tip. His hips buck up into you as you happily swallow everything you can, lapping it up with your appeasing tongue. 

His body relaxes until you don’t stop. Then he’s flexing again, sucking in harsh, gasp-like breaths, using his hands in your hair to guide you away from his over-sensitive cock. 

Both his palms cup your cheeks and you rise, straightening out your spine, walking your knees up the mattress to be closer to him. His hand falls to your knee, encouraging a bend, welcoming you back into his lap. You happily take a careful seat on his thighs. 

“Holy fucking shit,” Eddie gushes unapologetically. 

His body slouches into the mattress, but he continues to beakon you forward. You follow his weak, weary pull and he guides you to his lips, attaching his mouth to yours in a lazy kiss. His beholden tongue greets yours, unaffected by the lingering flavour of his seed that coats your lips and mixes with your spit. He devours it gratefully. 

“That was —” he starts, pulling away just to peck your lips again — “So, so— I don’t even have words.” His hand slides loosely across the expanse of your bare waist as he presses a frenzy of chaste kisses to your lips, making you giggle.

“I did good? I thought I hurt you for a minute.”

“No— shit, you did so good, baby.” Eddie hums, fondly pressing his cheek to yours as he hugs you closer.

You feel his praises blaze at something inside of you, thrumming through your bloodstream, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t highlight your own neediness, the one left abandoned between your thighs. 

Despite the restlessness that grows in your twitching hips, you try to relax, focusing on the sentimental feeling of the rise and fall of his chest, letting your body slink into his, fitting seamlessly against him until his breathing returns to a steady rate. You patiently wait for him to make the next move — especially after him letting you lead most of this evening. 

Just as you’ve let your eyes flutter shut, resting them for a peaceful moment, a kiss to your shoulder has your excitement kicking up in your lower belly, waking up those warm, winged creatures once again. He presses another kiss, and then another, following the slope of your shoulder. Down the curve, to your collarbone, high on your chest, kiss after kiss until his lips meet the plumpness of your breast that spills over the cups of your bra.

The swell of your breast, across, to the centre, his lips find your sternum, and you keen into it, unafraid of coming off as desperate. 

It’s barely anything, just innocent pecks, but it has you impatient, tilting your head back, curving your body to offer up more skin to him. He hums a warm tone, affectionately following the path of your sternum, nosing his way down your cleavage, sighing a deep, warm breath against your skin, adding a few extra heated degrees to your body temperature — you thank him with a breathy moan.

His hands move to your sides, tickling along your flesh, leaving goosebumped skin in their path as he traces along the band of your bra, fingertips gliding until they meet the clasp.

“Please,” you whisper, biting your lip as he finger paints small swirls along your spine. You push yourself closer, needing more.

And he gives you more. The band tightens around your ribs as he finds the edge, and you hold your breath.

One clip comes undone easily, granting you a hint of relief. Two follows, leaving just the third hook stuck standing between you and the promise of pleasure.

Then he stops — worse actually — he doesn’t just stop, he completely abandons the clasp on your bra as his head pops up, nearly clipping the edge of your jaw. He pulls you flush to his chest, tucking your head to his shoulder.

It surprises you, making your heart pound for an entirely different reason.

“What—” you begin, but his heedful palm spreads across the plain of your upper back, halting your question, making you pause. Unsure and curious, you turn your face, pushing against his grip on you, trying to see what’s wrong.

His face is contorted into a flat, focused look as his eyes fixate on the closed door of his room. You’re totally confused by what has pulled his attention, but then you hear a clatter from the living room of his trailer. You turn to look at Eddie. 

His eyes pinch shut with disappointment. “No,” he groans, dropping his head to your shoulder in defeat. 

“Is that —”

“My fucking uncle,” he mumbles into your skin.

“Oh,” you say quietly, trying to fight the unresolved neediness of your body from turning you into a slouching ball of disappointment.

“He's not supposed to be home yet,” he groans, and it comes out huffed, like he's annoyed, but you know it's not directed at you. Part of you is relieved to hear that upset edge in his voice, because you know how easy it would be for most boys to shrug it off when they already got what they needed.

His palm swipes across your back, rubbing it in a soothing way before he pulls away, finding your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes. 

You shrug, it's not like this is his fault. “It’s okay,” you promise. 

“It’s not.”

You smile. “It is,” you say, delighted by his sincerity. “This just means we’ll have to pick up where we left off another day.”

“But you didn’t get to cum.”

True but — “I still had fun.”

He dips his face, chin bowing downward, bitten lips jetting out with his generous empathy. “I’m sorry,” he says again, and you giggle at his niceness. He might be more upset than you are, and you love it.

“Eddie, you know me,” you grin. “You said I did a good job, and there’s nothing better than the satisfaction of a job well done,” you beam, and you’re very pleased when you get a good chuckle from Eddie.

“Next time?” He proposes with a raised brow.

“Next time,” you agree.

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WIP Wednesday

Not watermark this time but another AU that I am having WAY too much fun writing... I give you a glimpse of Retail Manager!Eddie and Fire Marshal!Buck. I'm actually really excited for this story to be finished, I have so much planned for it.

Eddie was going to commit arson.

Which probably wasn't the smartest thought to be having while the much too attractive Fire Marshall listed out every single thing the previous store manager had screwed him over on but…. But Eddie was going to commit arson. At this point, it would probably help the company out to just burn down the whole store, take the insurance payout, and start over from the ground up. Preferably while still keeping him employed but, well, beggers couldn't be choosers and all that. “Your score is horrible,” the guy said with a tone of voice that meant that he was at least mentally, laughing in Eddie’s face. “Like, seriously, I don't think I should even let you stay open for business with a score this low.”

“So shut us down.” Eddie grumbled, kicking his sneaker against the scuffed up, unfinished concrete floor in front of the management desk.

He had been there a week.

A week. And Eddie had already had to argue with several customers over the return policy because the previous manager - may she rest in absolute hell (no, she wasn't dead, she had just gone to another store down the road and Eddie hated her on principle) - had thought the sign explaining it was tacky and removed it from the registers (which was illegal. They had to be posted). He had already had three workers put in their notice, the assistant manager kept looking sorry for him and annoyed by his questions, and now this. The Fire Marshal's inspection.

Eddie had worked his share of retail jobs and none of them enjoyed when the Fire Marshal visited. Granted, none of his stores had failed as hard as this one was apparently going to, but he figured there was a first time for everything.

The Fire Marshal snorted, “I'm not shutting you down.”

Great. Of course he wasn't. He was just wasting Eddie's time by pretending to care about his job. “Listen -.”

“I get it,” the Marshal said, pen tapping on the clipboard he brought with himself. It had several stickers on the back. Eddie had spied one that had said ‘hello, I'm anxious and I'm trying my best’. It looked like Chris’ folder for school. “It's, what, your first week?”

Eddie tried not to twitch and, instead, crossed his arms firmly around his chest. “Yes.”

“We'll call this a test run. You see what I do this time around, I give you a… Progress report or whatever. I'll come back in a few weeks when you've had some time to settle in and fix stuff up. Give you your real grade then.”

“That's…” Nice. Unfairly kind, actually. Something Eddie really hadn't expected. Every Fire Marshal Eddie had ever had the honor of being inspected by had shown up in a stuffy suit and tie, their badge clipped to their front pocket, and the air of someone who was almost good enough to be a firefighter permiating their being. This guy had shown up without any grays in his hair, a stupidly kind looking professional smile, a crisp white shirt with a small stain on his sleeve and a dark navy tie. He had introduced himself with a quick, firm shake of Eddie’s hand and said hello to the cashiers. He had worn his badge on his belt loop, not his pocket, and he had waited until Eddie was done with a customer before asking go to his office. Eddie didn't have any reason to be being so cold towards him. He almost felt guilty about it.

“Here,” The paper ripped as he tore off Eddie’s copy, signed the bottom, and handed it to him.

A 23%?!

Eddie balked at the score, “Oh, come on, man.”

“You're lucky it's not worse.”

“How is this lucky? It's an F minus.”

“Your smoke detectors don't even work in half the store.”

“They work.”

“See that blinking red light?” The Marshal pointed to the smoke detector above Eddie’s head. It blinked mockingly at him. “Half your alarms aren't doing that.”

Okay, so that… was a problem. “You marked down,” Eddie glanced at the paper, the neat, blocky handwriting in all capital letters. “That our store is too dirty. We clean it every night!”

“Cleary, not well enough.”

Absurdly, Eddie was insulted on behalf of his dusters. “You're just being petty.”

The Marshal bristled, “No, I'm being thorough.” He clicked his pen and shoved it in the front pocket of his khakis, and like it was mocking him, the overhead light in his office flickered, threatening to turn off completely. “I'll be back in a few weeks. Get this stuff fixed, and I'll give you an actual grade.”

“Get this stuff fixed, and I'll give you an actual grade,” Eddie mocked when he had left, burying his face in his hands with a groan. “Fuck you, Fire Marshal…” he glanced at the papers, to the name written out in print first before signed much too neatly. “Buckley.”

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[semi-imaginary-place]

umineko ep 2-3

for a story proclaiming to be about love, the romances all kinda suck. Kinzo's onesided(?) deranged obsession is probably the most interesting. Ep2's been devoting a lot if attention to shannon and george and kanon and jessica and it's reminding me why i usually hate romance stories. 0 chemistry.

Hey beato is here looking like a 90s schoolgirl. Why did kinzo refuse beatrice from his study he's been raving about wanting to see her after all this time. And his contract with her is what has kept her locked to the island for the last 30 years? Their relationship is so weird. Wondering is battler is going to end up the next kinzo.

That goat is goated. Ripped with painted on clothes

Aw beatrice and battler really are getting along she wants him to call her beato. Also the fetish list is growing, I've been on the internet too long, she really wants battler to lick her shoes.

Hmm is there magic why gouta, shanon, and genji can't say much like why they didn't think it was kanon or like the whole shrugging off fatal injury and burned by spider webs.

Battler logic lol. I wonder if the terms of beatrice's powers means she always has to leave an "out". The phrasing of some of the red lines makes me wonder, there were no other people in the room, but what about beatrice's furniture she doesn't consider them people.

Wow ok that was straight up a scene from erotica. wtf kinky. Human pet dehumanization objectification humiliation degradation vore. The group vore. exhibitionism feet master slave. She might as well start pegging him. Guess this is the "good" ending rosa actually protected maria shanon and george and kanon and jessica got to die together genji stayed with kizo until the end kinza got to see beatrice and battlers a slave. And beatrice even got rosa to acknowledge her existence. And look how much happier beatrice is that battler's resisting she looked bored with him as furniture like she was trying to provoke his rebellion. It this how the it/its kink started this game is like from 2005? Oh of course bea has the 7 stakes to do the pegging for her.

Ep 3. Eva girlboss backstory. Wow sexism i want to puke. Minus the magic 100% of ushiromiya problems are from kinzo's grade F parenting. Eva in some ways did give up, pushing her dreams onto George. Everyone would have been better off if eva had cut off krauss and kinzo, gave up on ushiromiya all together and made her own way in life. Generational trauma i wonder if george's freak-ness is from eva's complexes. Can't tell if middle school eva is beatrice/witches/magic or actually her inner voice.

Hmm i distinctly remember in ep1 that jessica didn't realize she had a crush on kanon until he died. But in ep2 and here in 3 she's realized it before the conference even started. Are these repeated realities affecting subsequent ones? Just like how shannon was so embarrassed she ran away in ep2 but confidently put the ring on in ep2. Love has been a recurring element like it's the strongest magic or something?? So maybe it's transcending these boardgames/loops and accumulating each time? And it's not noticle with the adults because they're much older with more established relationships we only see the changes in the new developing relationships. Then who does battler love?

Thinking about it george's blue green beige color scheme is the furthest from beatrice who black red gold. Battler and kinzo have similar color schemes white and red minus kinzo's beatrice colored cape. I think battler will take on kinzo or beatrice's role by the end. Or that's a red herring and maybe he will actually escape rokujima. I wonder if battler wins he could actually take all beatrice's power and turn her into a human so that he shifts reality so that the 19th person is made real.

Huh. Oh there's going to be time shenanigans arent there. Like 1000 year old witch but 1000 years where. 1000 years as a witch could mean years outside of being a witch and as witches are outside of reality that 1000 years could have been outside real time. This is such a ti game and im a te i want evidence. So we have a baby gold/brown haired beatrice learning magic from silver haired beatrice. Current beatrice tells battler of her mentor in the next scene. Then in the same mansion a young woman Beatrice asks an old kinzo who she is and current beatrice confirms that us her past. I cant remember did kinzo say he got the gold from beatrice or from the gold beatrice specifically. Because im starting to suspect kinzo contracted with silver beatrice, gold beatrice is their daughter and then she took on silver beatrice's role and name and spent 1000 years in an instance outside of reality which would make the beatrice battler romantic/sexual tension real incestly. "human made by a human" bird in a cage Beatrice said this before. It's also possible ahe was a witch before meeting kinzo but he somehow managed to trap her and turn her into a human so she's stripped of the witch part temporarily. Ok throw all that out still not sure about silver beatrice but if im interpreting current beatrice right she was the witch contracted and then trapped by kinzo. Un-aging, to escape him and the mansion (ku... Something) she left behind her flesh body which is why only some of the servants can see her but it seems she is still trapped on the island. Kinzo continues to be the worst "how many affection tokens do i have to pay before she likes me", forced "consent", "why doesnt she like me i only imprisoned her for 30 years." So current beatrice's body actually did die how did kinzo "make" another identical one. Magic baby, got it. literal groomer. I dont really feel bad about his anguish anymore. Young woman/teen? Beato in 1967 (also being evil aged kinzo if he's looked the same for 19 years). But if that were true that homunculus would be like 40 in the current time. Or is kinzo constantly killing and remaking beatrice i wouldn't put it past him. That fence is totally climbable just very dangerous there's foothold everywhere of course if you fall you'll break your neck. Hmm so 30+ , 19, and 0 years ago beatrice's body was grown. So for the beatrice rosa met to have grown up by 19 years ago, gold witch beatrice must have killed her body very soon after imprisonment. The body the family meets in ep2 must be a new one but was that another magic baby kinzo alchemied or one beatrice manifested for the conference.

Oh yeah Beatrice is regaining her power in successive rounds there's more and more magic each round. Kumasawa is a sealed silver beatrice.genji shanon and kanon are homunculi. At this rate is gouta will be a sealed demon.

Ronove just snarking at beatrice at every turn. With commentators this time it's less intimate but beatrice us less intimidating. After all the fuss battler made about not wanting to suspect any of the 18 last 2 episodes.

Yeah baby mind eva is talking about magic i suspect a witch is involved.

Uh so eva wished so hard to made herself a witch? This is going a little too well for eva. She found the gold became the ushiromiya head, and got Beatrice's name and titles. Interestingly it is baby meta eva that becomes beatrice not adult eva. Hmm with eva's solution this could be an end to the game as beatrice will not revive and the twilights will stop but somehow i feel like battler isnt going to accept that and deny eva this fate. Or eva Beatrice will continue the matches against battler.

Oh so the murders are continuing. Hmm i guess it is beatrice who is reviving but eva already has a body. Battler be like do not interact with me and she takes it personally. Beato's immaturity is showing virgilia is right she is like a spoiled kid. Beato sees eva doing the exact same and wow self reflection? She's so put out battler is mad and disappointed in her. She's a sadist she just needs to find a masochist who wants to be tortured on the weekends. Wow beato social consequences to your actions.

Kyrie: "i don't blame rudolph [for cheating and getting 2 women pregnant at the same time]" well i do. Kyrie and rudolph are a sexist match in heaven. Like damn kyrie hating on asuma when rudolph's the real problem. Kyrie and asuma should gave gotten together and ditched rudolph.

Hold up why DOES beato needs battler's acknowledgement but eva beatrice not need anyone's.

Well this is an early character development we arent even half way through. I miss the murderous beato she was having so much fun tormenting people. What determines who is a witch. Beato now adheres to vigilia's definition of witch. Why does meta battler exist anyways like meta wise it's commentary on stories and perspective but whats the in universe reason. Rosa isnt there even though she never believed in episode 2.

Wow im remembering how annoying the romances are in this novel. Also romantic love is the most powerful? Hate that.

forgot to mention earlier. Yuuuup schrondingers cat. All these neta battles are to determine which version of reality is true.

Nearing end of ep3 and gotta say i thought this was a murder mystery battler beato chess battle but this main plot has turned out to be witch battles idk if i like it i liked the murder mystery better.

Why is vigilia there didnt she die. Uhhhhhh thoughts. Compared to the other episodes battler gave up too easily. The writer did that so that beato could have her moment. I lost the plot didnt evatrice need everyone to believe in witches. Game battler still doesnt believe just like in ep1. Alternate reality beatrice whos a girl stuck n the secret mansion

I once again do not understand what is going on

Hmm so was eva ever really beatrice. Ah there's the beatrice who was having fun but i dont think all that fondness was a lie, the villain persona isn't fake but it is deliberate she's decided to continue playing villain. I wonder if killing virgilia was also a lie. Lamdadelta turned Beatrice from a human into a witch i wonder if that has to do with ep3 did she actually lose witch status to trick battler.

[pinkyshy10]

personal theory about the Lost Legends and the book of Bill

Okay so I believe that the contents of both of these books are Canon ish all of the scenarios that were mentioned happened but they're both being told to us by unreliable narrators in the case of Lost Legends Shmebulock is embellishing some of the stories to align with his theories and head cannons(for example I don't believe the text message between dipper and Pacifica is real I don't even think Dipper has a phone) and in the case of the book of Bill and with thisisnotawebsitedotcom.com(edit it is up it just got lost in my bookmarks) bill is embellishing and telling small lies to make him seem more powerful and to make Stan seem more pathetic( For example I don't think Stan ever sat outside for 3 days with a sign saying "spare twin$3 or better offer" either that didn't happen at all Or Bill is making what actually happened seem way worse I'm pretty sure even in the 1940s child services would have been called also F minus is not a grade that ever existed)

[ducknotinarow]

[MM Rasey] "You did all of this for me?"

| 💜💜💜 --- 'I love you' Sentence Starters;

It seemed like a long shot, near impossible that he might even get a yes even but Raph was still determined to at least ask. Last time Casey left for Canada it just sucked to no have him around at all. Least he was able to get in on that job with Hun. But still he had missed his boyfriend so fucking much. How fucking stupid Casey’s dedication was when it came to being seen as the cool guy. With all the fake pricings minus th one real one the rest were just little clip on bands that Casey even let him take off to find the truth about. Covered in freckles across his face and somehow when he blushed they stood out more when his skin would start to redden. Or the guy who got all glossy eyed the second Raph had him in the most compromising positions.

His boyfriend he loved more than he even knew how to ever word, that he can’t believe he ever had a world with out Casey before. It felt like he had known Casey his whole life. The same Casey who might live in New York now? But clearly had his heart in Canada. And Raphael wonder if he was jealous of a fucking country because of that fact. Because..he truly knew Casey had his heart but it sucked to know he would never have Casey’s. So being invited along this time? It felt like who know something at least! Just depended on what Splinter said.

Splinter had always been a very protective farther to him and his brother after all he hardly liked the ida f them going to the surface. So what’s he going to think about Raph not only leaving the city but the state hell the whole country they live in to go on some trip with Casey and Casey’ mom. Even if he liked Casey’s mom just fine Raphael just felt like he had everything going against him and was getting settled up to fail.

And yet? Splinter when he asked? “Hmm" Raph was more then ready to hear a no just watching how his father stroked at his chin. It was always so rude how he make it seem like he was thinking when he always had his mind made up the second asked. "yes you go.”

"Dad come on that's- wait you said yes?" Raphael’s smile couldn’t grow any more wide as Splinter nodded. Raphael was ready to make his excitement more known Splinter held up a paw to stop him.

"Only if you get your grades up and don't miss any classes leading up to the trip."

"...I think telling me no woulda be nicer."

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It had to be a very weird sight. Raphael in the schools library, he already had to deal with the nerd duo giving him looks when he asked where it was in the first place. Von likely cause she never thought he he go there. Donnie because how had Raph never seen it to even have some clue where to go. But here he was likely a more bizzar find for Casey. Who texted to ask where Raph was during their study hall hour for the day.

Proving it wasn't him messing around he was in there sitting at one of the tables. Unopen text books finally cracked open with papers scatter around and a good couple of cans of energy drinks as if somehow they would help him power through. Raphael felt Casey's knee bump against his as they moved to sit down. Only offering a faint grunt from the back of his throat in response to Casey being here as he held on to the sides of his head. This was more thinking then the turtle ever spent through out the school year so far. Of course, Casey had to joke about Raph being a nerd right now.

"Ugh I don't know how the nerds fucking do this every day." Ignoring the snickering from his boyfriend right now. "Dude fuck you" There wasn't any real bite to the remark of course. As Raphael dragged his fingers over his eyes a moment. "I've been here since the teachers get in just so I could fuckin' talk to them all 'bout what I needed to do for my grades. And took off to the library just now so I can get more work done. Man I hate this, how is this meant to be fun? Donnie is nuts!" The suddenly 'shush' from the librarian had Raph straighten up suddenly and offer his best apologetic smile her way. Clearly not the first time he had been told. As he soon sulked back down in towards his math text book. "The teachers here are sadist I swear, a essay for Mr. Winter. Ms. Peddy wants me to do 20 math equations and show my work? and thats not even adding in Ms. Pennington's class she wants me to do some bacteria lab shit." Raph went on to complain. "Like the work i had to do in their classes wasn't already enough I have to do more?"

Of course he expected Casey to snicker more over it all. Since when was Raphael such a good student after all. Going to all his classes, doing the work, doing due work even, or let alone going in early to speak to teachers even. Of course, because Raphael wasn't the type to do that. he wasn't always ditching or even rude to his teachers but he still wasn't a perfect student. just barely keeping his grades decent enough to not get kicked from the team. Of course, Casey had to ask if that was what was going on.

"I wish, couch is less of a hard ass unlike my Dad." Raph explained before Casey could try and say anything, Raph reached over and tugged their beanie down "shut it prick, it's the only way he's gonna let me go with you. I gotta boost my grades and I gotta fix my attendance. But I gotta keep all that up till the end of the fucking year. So I broke into the school just to get in early enough. I got Leo to lead me his notes at least to try and study off from. I can't ask Donnie for help, not since the whole thing before ya know? Ugh I even had to buy Mikey lunch just so I could steal some of his hall passes so I can go into the other classes for help. Man Splinter might be worse than the teachers." Raphael ranted on his complaints. But Casey seemed to only focus on one part of that word vomit just now.

"You did all of this for me?"

Raphael's face flushed a bit "pfft what n-no I just." Of course he did this all for Casey. Casey asked him to go and he wanted nothing more than to make it happen. "Maybe a little for you okay. I swear Casey if you start with that stupid look I will kick the legs off that seat." Raphael threaten as he turned to fix Casey with a glare. Though it couldn't look all that threatening with Raphael blushing at the same time.

[realyoungdarius]

Lab Assignment 2

This week, our goal is to learn more about basic functionalities of SPSS, as well as to practice z-inferences and t-inferences (confidence intervals and one-sample t-test).

Aims of Lab 2

Lab 2

> Load (open) the data file used last week, which contained information on the variable MLU.

A. COMPUTING NEW VARIABLES USING "COMPUTE"

Remember that a variable is the output of one measurement (or experiment) on different subjects (called cases). So "height" or "weight" or "gender" or "score obtained on some test" or "native tongue" or "reaction time" are all variables. It is, however, often necessary to derive new variables based on the existing ones, such as the sum of the scores obtained on two different tests by each subject, the ratio of the correct sentences and of all sentences for each subject, or transforming a score into a grade. Recoding, to be introduced in the next section of this lab, is also a kind of variable transformation.

Now we take an example that should help us also better understand the concept of standard deviation (SD). SD is sometimes compared to the mean of the (absolute value of the) deviations. The latter can also be calculated with SPSS. Yet, since it is not a standard measure, we have to go through the steps of the calculation ourselves. First, we shall introduce a new variable based on MLU, which corresponds to the distance of each data point from the mean (called the deviation of each data point). Then, the mean of this second variable can be simply calculated using SPSS.

> Compute the deviations using "TRANSFORM" and "COMPUTE". Hint: First, enter the name of the new variable in "Target Variable", for instance, DEV. Copy MLU to the window "Numeric Expression", then type the minus sign '-', and finally enter the mean (calculated last week; using a dot and not a comma) in the same window. Subsequently, you will see a new column appearing in the Data Editor window, containing the deviation of each data point from the mean.

Check whether the sum (i.e., the mean) of the deviations is really 0, as mentioned earlier in the course. To do that, you need to change the variable being worked with in the "Analyze" - "Descriptive statistics" - "Frequencies" window.

Afterward, have another variable calculated again, called ABSDEV, which contains the absolute values of the deviations (that is, without the negative signs).

> Use "COMPUTE" again to obtain the absolute deviations from the mean. Hint: First, enter the name of the new column. Then choose the group "Arithmetic" within the "Function group". Find "Abs" within the window "Functions And Special Variables". Finally, put the variable DEV between the parentheses of 'Abs()'.

> Now, have SPSS calculate the mean of the new variable ABSDEV (similarly to the way done in the previous lab).

* 1. Copy the mean of ABSDEV to your report. * 2. Compare the SD (calculated last week) with the mean of the deviations. For what two reasons (two differences in the way they are calculated) do they differ?

B. RECODING A VARIABLE

A special type of variable transformation is called recoding, and it is used if the raw data have been collected using a different value set from what we need for statistical purposes. One might wish to change the units of measurement from inch to centimeter, or from fractions of seconds to milliseconds.

Another example is the recoding of nominal values to numbers: Even though it is good practice to use meaningful coding systems (strings such as "m" and "f" for gender, or "eur", "ame", "afr", "asi" and "aus" for continents of origin), some statistical packages (including SPSS) allow fewer manipulations and analyzes for data encoded thus. Therefore, we may prefer to recode "m" as "1" and "f" as "2", etc. – keeping always in mind that the numerical values should not be seen as real numbers (no order between them, and no arithmetical manipulations).

We are now interested in knowing how many long MLU's there are in the text. We define an MLU as "long" if it contains more than six words. In the present case, a sample of 20 utterances, you probably would not use SPSS, but in the case of 1000 utterances the story becomes quite different... Therefore, we are going to introduce a new variable LONG_MLU derived from MLU: LONG_MLU is 0 if the MLU is 6 or less, and 1 otherwise. The process of changing the values of a variable in this manner is called recoding, which is especially useful in the case of questionnaires.

> Create a new variable LONG_MLU from the variable MLU that is 1 for original ("old") values greater than 6, and 0 else. Hint: "Transform", "Recode". Always choose "Into Different Variables", otherwise you lose your original data, and you won't be able to check your computations. Copy MLU to the window, and enter the name LONG_MLU as Output Variable. Click on "Change" to have this name in the window. Afterward, use "Old and New Values" to provide the original and the corresponding recoded values: enter an old and a corresponding new value, click on "Add", and repeat this procedure for all values. If the formula is okay in the window, click on "Continue", then on "OK".

* 3. Create a histogram of LONG_MLU, and copy it to your report.

> For the next task, open a new data file, and close the old data file.

C. IMPORTING (READING) DATA FROM A TEXT FILE

The subjects of an experiment read sentences on the screen of a computer, word by word. Each time the subject has read the word he or she presses a key. The previous word disappears and the next one becomes visible. The time elapsed between pressing the keys is the time needed by the subject to read the word.

The following values are the time in milliseconds needed to read 24 words (Source: Edith Kaan and Laurie Stowe, Developing an Experiment, 1995. Techniques and Design, Klapper vakgroep Taalwetenschappen, Rijksuniversiteit Groningen):

450 390 467 654 30 542 334 432 421 357 497 493 550 549 467 575 578 342 446 547 534 495 979 479.

The data can be found here: words.txt.

> Place your mouse above the link and click on the right button. Choose 'Save Link As... '. > Save this file in your own SPSS-lab folder (directory). > Have a look at the structure of this file: What does it contain? How is it organized? For instance, are values delimited by some special character, such as by a space, or each value is in a new line? Does the file contain information describing the content of the file (name of the variable(s), description, source of the data, etc.)? > Import this file to SPSS using "File", "Read Text Data". Find the text file just being saved and open it.

You are now offered the Text Import Wizard of SPSS, which is going to help you open the file.

> Answer the questions of Text Import Wizard. Hints: This text file does not have a Predefined Format. That is, the variables are not found in a specific column, but the values are simply delimited by a space. The file does not contain any variable name. Each case consists of a single observation (a single value). Therefore, you have to choose 'A specific number of variables represents a case' and set it to 1.

If you wish, you can also define the name of the variable, but you can do that also later.

> Use the name RDT for the variable. Then, go to "Variable view" and use the field "label" to explain what the abbreviation RDT stands for: "reading time per word". Observe that you will be shown the label and not the variable name in different reports returned by SPSS.

If the data import is successful, you have a variable (column) with 24 numbers.

> Set in the Variable View the number of decimals for this variable to 0 (as the reading time has been measured with the precision of 1 msec, so the values are always integer).

> Save these data as a usual data file, that is, in the native SPSS format .sav.

D. LOCATING OUTLIERS USING A BOXPLOT.

* 4. Create a histogram including a Normal curve, as well as a boxplot of RDT. Copy it to your report. * 5. You can find two outliers among your data. Which are they, and what kind of explanation(s) could you provide to explain them? * 6. In case you decide to remove these cases from your data set, do you expect the mean or the standard deviation to change more? Why?

> Remove these cases from your data file by selecting the corresponding rows (click on the gray case number on the left), and then press the DELETE key.

> Calculate the mean and the SD again by creating a new histogram.

* 7. What can you observe, as compared to your previous results?

From now onward we shall work on these data with the outliers being removed.

E. CALCULATING A CONFIDENCE INTERVAL FOR THE MEAN

* 8. You know the size of the sample, and you know its standard deviation. What is the standard error, then? Calculate it both by hand (give details of your calculation in the report) and let SPSS calculate it for you. Are the two values the same? Hint: "Analyze", "Descriptive Statistics", "Frequencies". Choose "Statistics" and SE. Do not forget to turn off "Display Frequency Table".

Now we turn to Table D of Moore and McCabe. Having calculated the standard error, let us find the confidence interval for the mean of the variable RDT. Let us set the confidence level to C = 95%.

> Determine the degree of freedom (df) of the sample. > Use Table D to determine the z* and the t* corresponding to the level of confidence C.

* 9. Determine the confidence interval for the mean of the sample using the Student-t-statistic. Provide details of your calculations in your report. * 10. What is the meaning of this confidence interval? * 11. Why have we used the t-statistic and not the z-statistic? * 12. Suppose we know that the population standard deviation happens to be the same as the standard deviation of the sample. Determine the confidence interval using the z-statistic for this case.

* 13. Now have the confidence interval calculated for you by SPSS. Copy the values returned by SPSS to your report. Is it different from your calculations? Hint: "Analyze", "Compare Means", "One Sample T-test".

The last two columns of the table present the lower bound and higher bound of the confidence interval as a difference from the test value. If you set the test value to 0, then the last two columns will give you simply the bounds of the confidence interval. If, however, you set the test value to the sample mean, then the last two columns will show you how much you have to add to, and detract from the sample mean to find the confidence interval, in which the population mean lies with the given confidence level.

In "Options" you can set the confidence level.

> Repeat the procedure of having SPSS compute the confidence interval with a t-test, but this time with a confidence level of 99%.

* 14. Add again to your report the higher and lower values between which the population mean must lie. Why and how is this confidence interval different from the previously calculated one?

F. TESTING A HYPOTHESIS ON POPULATION MEANS USING A T-TEST.

Suppose there are two competing theories about reading. They associate reading with two different neural mechanisms and therefore they have two different predictions about reading speed of the particular words employed in this experiment. Theory FRT ("fast reading theory") predicts that the average time needed to read these words is at most 440 msec, whereas theory SRT ("slow reading theory") predicts a reading time of at least 505 msec (always including the time needed to press the button).

Are your data able to refute or corroborate any of these theories at a significance level of alpha = 5%? A hint: use the above theories as null hypotheses; so you ask whether you can refute them, or whether your data are consistent with them (hence, they corroborate them). Please provide your calculations both by hand, and using SPSS.

* 15. In each of the two cases, what is the null hypothesis exactly, and what is the alternative hypothesis? (In words/one full sentence, please.) * 16. Are you using a one-sided or a two-sided test? * 17. Perform the test for both cases by hand, and describe the steps of your calculation. * 18. Let SPSS calculate the test for you and copy the results. * 19. What is the meaning of the P-value in each of the two cases? (Hint: the probability of exactly what is it?) Please write one full sentence for each case in your report. * 20. For each case, provide the key sentence summarizing the results of the statistical analysis, as it is done in scientific papers. That is, either "Based on our data, we can reject the null-hypothesis at a significance level alpha = 0.05, that is, we can conclude that [the alternative hypothesis in words] is true (t = ..., df = ..., P = ...)" or "our data do not provide sufficient evidence to reject the null hypothesis, that is, to conclude that...".

[mimzy-writing-online]

So I had the wildest 36 hours this weekend. And how do I even explain it? Like:

paper due at midnight. write paper on poem I wrote a completely different paper about a year ago. shred poem but poem shred me back. one line keeps unravelling my argument and then giving me more evidence to back up my argument. Spend 8 hours arguing with myself. Paper is finished. Time to submit. Give it a funny title to make up for how frustrating it was. Submit paper. Next morning.

Sit down with breakfast and see alert on phone that essay got a new note. W. T. F. Watch four new alerts come in. Cannot be right. The TA does not do that. He downloads essays to PDFs and annotates them privately and then releases grades a week later. What is he doing? Look at alert.

My FUCKING PROFESSOR is grading my paper. What the hell??? He grades only a few of the papers, chosen at random. Why. The. Fuck. And I watch in real time as new annotations get added every few minutes and I can read them as they come in. Apparently I still cannot spell Jonathan. My professor and I disagree about who the term "wench" was referring to. This goes on for a half hour, so I call my mom to distract myself. Tell her what's happening. Phone red lines so I have to hang up. Go back to my computer and see that the last annotation was fifteen minutes ago. My grade is in.

I got an A minus! That's a full ten percent higher than my last paper. Awesome. But like, that's the most stressful hour I've had in a long time. I do not recommend.

Oh, and in that time frame I found the time to make a friend who is also blind. We hung out later that night.

Rollercoaster.

[sapphicmsmarvel]

Homophobia

How they react to your homophobic family members.

TW: Homophobic slurs.

I didn't know what language Marvel had assigned to Sokovia so I just used latin because they said the words for sokovia derived from Latin on the marvel wiki

Amica mea: My love

Carol: Straight out tells them how fucking rude they are.

You were at a family reunion. For the most part people were supportive of your relationship with the gorgeous woman in the suit next to you, but some were not.

Like your uncle.

"Y/N, I see you're still...well you." Your uncle threw a distasteful glare at your hand locked with Carols. "You should really consider a man." You rolled your eyes, "yeah and you should consider finally croaking it. But you don't hear me bitching." Carol threw you an impressed glance as she bit her lip to keep herself from smiling, and failing as she did it.

Your uncle was absolutely flabbergasted, "why Y/N, all I want is for you to be making good decisions and being a woman who loves another woman is not a good one." You were expecting this, and you were just ready to punch him in the face but Carol stepped in. "Excuse me, Y/N is the most loving woman ever. You should be grateful to have a niece so kind and powerful. You should also be grateful that I'm not punching you in the face for how you treat my girlfriend." She stepped towards him, towering over him. "You are nothing more than just some old asshole who thinks people care about what he thinks. Take your wrong ideals and shove them up your ass." She hissed.

He looked absolutely terrified, your godmother was watching this entire thing unfold. She threw you a thumbs up as if to say "you've got a good one."

Yeah, you really do.

Wanda: Sweet ole Wanda, finally snapping at someone.

She rubbed your shoulder as you sat through the reception, you felt uncomfortable and unwelcome. You were only invited because your mom (who supported you so much) insisted. You were never welcomed at your religious family's gatherings because well, you were a Grade A sinner because you had tattoos. They didn't even know you were queer. And you even got a guest which was surprising.

You were civil enough to wear a suit that would contain your tattoos (minus the ones on your fingers that you covered with makeup and rings). But your aunt wasn't civil enough to keep comments to herself.

Your aunt sat next to you, the one that was known for being homophobic and an asshole. Also a huge racist. You sighed inwardly, Wanda squeezes your shoulder subtly saying she knew. She always knew. Pros of being a freaking mind reader.

When your aunt heard Wanda's foreign accent she got this look in her eyes, the look you knew. The "I'm a racist and I show it look". "Where are you from?" Your Aunt asked, her voice tight and cold.

"Sokovia." She spoke, God, her accent just made you weak. "Really?" Your Aunt said with feigned interest. You resisted the eye roll. You promised your mother you'd be civil. You promised your mother you'd be civil. You thought to yourself and Wanda responded in your head, you can do this Amica Mea. Besides, I am not ashamed of where I came from.

And no one should ever make you feel like you are. You said back.

Your Aunt smiled coldly, like a snake. "So how did you two become friends?"

Friends? Does she not see Wanda's arms around your shoulder?

"A mutual friend of ours introduced us," You said, your words clipped. "So what have you been up to?" She asked, realizing how cold you were yet trying to fill the awkward silence. "We went to a pride festival last month." You said, after all, June had just passed.

She smiled coldly, "you still a f*g supporter?" Wanda moved her arms around your waist, "she's also a f*g fucker." Wanda said calmly as she sipped her wine. Her eyes becoming filled with contained fury.

Oh you could've made out with her right then and there at your cousins wedding. Your Aunt looked absolutely scandalized as you said calmly, "meet my girlfriend, Wanda." "You brought your girlfriend here?!" She shrieked. "You told me to bring a guest. So I brought one, someone I love." You kissed Wanda on the cheek and looked at your Aunt, "bite me, bitch."

Your aunt huffed away, and you looked at Wanda who was looking at you filled with love, "I'm sorry I said that, I just hated that-" You silenced her with a kiss, when you pulled away you said, "I love you, Wanda Maximoff." She smiled, "I love you, Y/N L/N. Regardless of your crazy family." You giggled as she kissed you again.

Maria Hill:

Holds you back from doing something you'd end up regretting. Even if she wanted to punch them as well.

Your sisters wedding was something you absolutely dreaded.

"You know we've defeated terrorists before right?" Maria said, obviously seeing your anxiety.

"Yeah well, terrorists never called me a f*g." You snapped.

"How bad was it?" She set her hand on your shoulder, "you told me your family wasn't the most accepting but what else happened?"

You shook your head, "I came out when I was fourteen, I told you that. But everybody except my parents insisted it was a phase, even my own sister. It's never ending." You said tiredly.

She gripped your hand, "I love you, Y/N. If anyone gives you shit I'll deal with it okay?" She gave you a teasing smile as you rolled your eyes and brought her hand up to your lips to kiss it.

"For the love of God," your sister walked up to you, "Aunt Suzanne is disturbed."

"Cause I kissed my girlfriends hand? How dare I." You rolled your eyes and took a sip of Maria's wine.

"Just hold it back today okay?" Your sister nudged you.

"Hold back what? My relationship? My happiness? In case you can't tell we're at a fucking wedding. Love is allowed here dumbass."

"You know how Aunt Suzanne is..." She trailed off.

"Yeah, a cunt." You hissed. Maria squeezed your arm as your sister rolled her eyes.

"Just act normal." She scoffed and walked away.

Act normal? You thought to yourself and went to go beat the shit out of your sister. Maria gripped your arm and pulled you back to her chest to make it look like a weird cuddling dance move so guests didn't suspect why the bride and the sister of the bride were about to beat each other.

"If you keep yourself from fighting someone, I'll reward you." Maria whispered huskily.

You looked at her, "you'll let me fuck you in the closet that's down the hall?" You said nodding your head towards the said hall.

She snorted and banged her head against your shoulder, "I honestly don't know why I love you." She shook her head, and looked back up to you smiling.

You smiled and leaned in to kiss her, "only for you." She grinned and pulled you two the dance floor. Where you two ignored the looks and swayed together, looking like two idiots in love.

Natasha: 

Does not hide affection and shows you off proudly.

Taking Nat to a family reunion was an adventure you were looking forward to. Your family was not the most supportive in the way you lived your life and who you lived it with. But Natasha was excited to show you off and shove it in their faces how great the two of you were.

Nat held your hand as you walked to your aunts backyard, "you seem excited." You said laughing.

"I can't wait to shove this in those fuckers faces." She said and promptly kissed you on the lips which you welcomed.

Your uncle decided now would be the time to walk out of the fence gate and see you and your girlfriend making out. "Oh! Um, hi Y/N."

You nodded at him in acknowledgment, Natasha's hands still wrapped around your waist, "Uncle Roger, this is my girlfriend Natalie Rushman." You two decided to go with her alias name because you couldn't risk her real name being revealed. Especially after the whole legal thing with Bucky.

Nat stuck her hand out to shake your uncles, "nice to meet you." Natasha said, lying through her teeth. She probably wanted to punch him, she's heard the stories.

He smiled and said, "likewise." Then promptly walked away.

She looked at you over her shoulder, "this will be a fun night."

Shuri:

Shuri believes in being petty, which you wholeheartedly agree with.

This family reunion meant a lot to you because it was the first family reunion you, the social outcast was going to after winning all your science awards. It was a prestige banquet, so you and Shuri were dressed in your finest attire, you in a suit and her in a wakandian dress that was red and orange.

You gripped her hand tightly as you walked into the hall, hoping to god your heels don't slip on the marble tiles. She rubbed her thumb across your hand soothingly. "It's alright." She said kissing your cheek softly.

You let out a huff as your homophobic aunt walked up to you with a smile, but it faded because she's a racist and homophobe. You squeezed Shuri's hand in warning.

Your aunt was mostly civil and you two walked to a table that had about four family members there, your uncle included, he was known for refusing to believe science and believe facebook articles over actual professors and doctors.

"Global warming isn't real!" You nearly walked away, one of your awards was in proving the fact that global warming is real. Your uncle refused to believe your points and you were about to leave when Shuri spoke up.

"That's enough!" Shuri said, "I will not sit here and hear you discredit Dr. Y/N L/N. She is not only your niece but someone who has done more research than you ever will in your lifetime. Not like you have much of that left anyway." She nodded to his wrinkled skin and white hair.

He guffawed. You smiled as she continued, "Y/N has a nobel peace prize, the Copley Medal, the Wolf Foundation prize and many others underneath her belt, if you want to know more, google her. She is reputable and the smartest woman I know." She kissed your head.

You waved with your middle finger as the two of you waltzed out to go eat at McDonalds, the night behind you as you two basked in your love.

[ilooklikeaburntchickenugget]

Holiday Dates (Pt. 2)

A/N: So here’s a part 2! I feel like this is almost like a slow burn, but not really, because there’s still chemistry and a soon to be date. But hope you guys enjoy! Pairing: Teen!Gerard Way x Teen!F!Reader Word count: 2,851 Warnings: Swearing, public humiliation, and cyber bullying mentioned.

The project took hours and hours for you two to do, but every minute was worth it. You and Gerard had managed to split up the work pretty evenly, doing research of experiments, outcomes, everything, and concocting a Powerpoint that was pretty professional.

It was the day before your presentation, Thursday during lunch. You had yet to tell anyone besides your parents about the date with Gerard that would be taking place the day after. Your mom was excited at first, your father on the other hand took a protective stand, insisting he know more about Gerard and meet him, which you of course warned the boy about.

But walking to your usual table and sitting down everyone grew silent. You gave a confused look, “What’s up guys?” You asked taking a sip of your water.

“When were you going to tell us about your date with the nerd?” Jason asked, a stupid and cynical smile on his face. Your eyes went wide as you thought of an excuse.

“Um I was-” “Never gonna tell us, huh? Your friends that you were going out with a weirdo? Do you know how this could affect our reputations around the school?” You squinted your eyes at him, looking for any signs of him being sarcastic. But of course, there were none.

“What, do I now have to ask you for permission to go out with who I want to go out with?” A sudden confidence grew within you.

“I never said that.” He snapped back.

“You’re implying it.” You looked around at your friends who were all giving you looks, silently agreeing with Jason. You scoffed, getting up and grabbing your bag, “I can not believe this!” You said, “You really think me going on a date with Gerard is going to ruin your “reputations” around here?” “Yes, yes it is.” Jason responded.

“Go to hell!” You fired back, “It’s not like any of this is going to matter after high school anyways.”

“Y/N, people are looking.” Shanna harshly whispered at you.

“Let them look!” You said right back, looking at Jason again, “The audacity you have is unbelievable! My ex seriously trying to prevent me from going out again? At least Gerard isn’t a douche bag who just wants to fuck me.” You eyed him, his mouth partially agape in shock now, “So I would suggest, you go fuck yourself. All of you.” You stormed away unsure of where that sudden confidence came from. Everyone in the student commons were staring at you, some people even had their phones out. So yes, this would probably be the big news of the school in T-Minus 15 minutes.

You decided to instead walk to the bathroom having no where else to go. On your way in your internal rage you bumped into someone, not knowing who. “Oh I’m so sorry I-” “Hey, Y/N.” You heard Gerard’s calming voice, looking up to see his sweet smile and beautiful eyes. Damn he was gorgeous.

“Hey.” You responded, sighing, “I’m sorry about that I-” “No it’s alright, really.” He said, scanning your face for a moment, “What’s wrong?” His perfect eyebrows creased.

“It’s just,” You sighed, “I got into a fight with my friends over stupid stuff and I don’t know, nasty things were said.” He lightly nodded. “Where were you headed?” “To the bathroom,” You admitted, “I don’t really have any where else to go considering I just cursed out all of my friends.” “Well you didn’t to me.” He lightly smiled, “Here, c’mon, let’s go sit with my friends.” He told you.

“Oh, I um I-” “No, c’mon, I’m insisting.” He softly smiled.

“Oh, okay.” You said, walking next to him down the hall to the cafeteria. You walked in, and to be honest, there was something so warm about the all wood room. You hadn’t been to the cafeteria since your freshman year, being a junior now, but this was clearly where all the outsiders hung. And you didn’t mind it.

He walked you through the various aisles, tables on each sides of students talking and laughing, until you hit the final table at the end of the room, in the center. There were three other boys there. You studied each one of them individually, moments at a time. The first one had big, curly, red-ish, but kind of brunette hair. His fro was pretty impressive, and his red sweater looked pretty comfortable you had to admit.

The next you knew was Mikey. He was your lab partner in biology last year, as he was two grades ahead in science. He was really nice and docile, super sweet and helped you pass bio.

And finally was a short guy, not more than four inches taller than you, he was sitting on the table with a leather jacket that contrasted his button up shirt and tie. His sleek black hair and ear piercings caught you first.

“Hey guys.” Gerard greeted them, taking a seat at one of the empty chairs, another empty one next to it where he motioned for you to sit down. All three boys looked up to him with smiled before their eyes moved to you, their mouths all dropping and eyes going wide. “This is Y/N.” “Yeah you dummy, we know.” The black haired boy spoke. “I think every damn person in this building knows.” Gerard rolled his eyes.

“I, um, I’m Ray, Ray Toro.” The fro boy spoke up.

“Nice to meet you.” You kindly smiled.

“I’m-” “Mikey, you were my bio partner last year.” “You remember me?” The thin boy asked with a light smile.

“Yeah, of course I do.” You responded, “You were the sole reason I passed that class.”

“Wait, you two already know each other?” Gerard gave you a confused look and you both nodded.

“Why?” You asked next.

“We’re brothers.” Gerard responded and now it was your turn to give a confused look. “For real?” You asked and they both nodded.

“Mikey, why didn’t you tell me you knew her?” Gerard now turned to his younger brother, eyeing him.

“I thought when you said Y/N, you meant another Y/N. Like Y/N Hamilton or Y/N Patricia. There are a lot of Y/N’s.” He sighed.

“Wait, you’re going out with Gerard?” Black hair boy asked. You nodded and he laughed, “You’re joking.” “No, I’m not.”

“Dude, why?” Gerard harshly nudged him.

“Shut up, Frank.” He defended you and Frank rolled his eyes.

“So why are you hanging with us?” He asked next.

“Because my friends are a bunch of asshats.” You admitted.

“Oh, miss goody too shoes swore.” Frank smiled and you eyed him, tempted to slap the boy across his face.

“Frank, you’re really good at ruining everything.” Gerard commented.

“So, what’re you into?” Ray asked, trying to break the tension.

“Honestly?” You inquired next and he nodded. “Well, I really really love to read. I love graphic novels and comic books too. And dogs, I love dogs.” “Then you should fit right in.” Mikey said next. 

“I thought Miss Perfect like clothes and jewelry and all.” Frank commented, his words creeping under your skin and biting. You kept your composure not trying to blow as you had just done so to your previous group of friends. “Leave her the fuck alone.” Gerard demanded, Ray and Mikey’s eyes going wide. Frank sighed and leaned back against the wall.

“Fine,” He stated reluctantly, “I will.”

“For the record I do like jewelry and clothes,” You looked at him, “But that doesn’t mean I can’t like other things too.”

The day went on after lunch, the video previously of course got passed around like wildfire. You chose to ignore it all, Gerard texting you halfway through your last period to ask how you were doing. You weren’t sure how to properly respond other than a simple “Fine.”

But the weird stared and mumbles as you walked down the halls with piercing eyes of fellow teenagers who managed to drill into your skin made you extremely uneasy.

It wasn’t until you were walking out of school and someone decided to call for you. Because of course, Jason had to label you as “psycho girl”, which was being passed around the school.

“Hey!” You heard another familiar voice. You looked back to see Frank pushing the throw the guy against the wall. He might’ve been small, but he had some guts. “Leave her alone!” He demanded, walking down the stairs to where you were with Mikey, Ray, and Gerard following.

“You alright?” Gerard asked you with a concerned look on his face. You nodded.

“Yeah,” You responded barely above a whisper, Gerard motioning for you two to exit the building along with the other guys. 

“Do you want me to walk you home?” He asked once the two of you were outside of the building. You shook your head.

“It’s the exact opposite way from where yours is.” You lightly laughed.

“I can still go-” “It’s okay, Gerard, really. You’ve done enough for me already.” You lightly sighed, “I’ll FaceTime you later, alright?” He nodded and gave a tight smile before turning the other way.

You got home, locking yourself into your room on the verge of breaking down. That was until your phone rang. You got up looking at it to see Gerard’s name popped up so you answered. “Hey,” He smiled on the other end.

“Hey.” You responded trying your hardest to smile.  “So, um, should we try to finish the project?” He asked and you nodded, propping your phone on your computer.

You opened up your shared project, talking to one another and going through who would present what. You could tell Gerard was trying to make you laugh, and while he usually would have been wildly successful with his stupid jokes, he barely got a snicker out of you. “Night sugar, you did well.” You lightly smiled.

“Thanks, Gee.” You stretched. “Never as smart as you though.” He rolled his eyes.

“You don’t give yourself enough credit.” He leaned back on his bed. You rolled your eyes this time.

“Goodnight, Gee. You’re the best.” “Night.” He responded and you hung up.

You barely got any sleep last night. Even after deleting all social media to try and get away from any video of you surfacing and finding it’s way to you, your anxiety was still spiked. The melatonin didn’t help either.

So it was a pleasant surprise to see the boys at your locker talking. Gerard saw you walking towards them, and smiled, walking up to you. “Here,” He handed you a cup filled with the magic liquid in a cup, aka iced coffee. You smiled and took it from him. “I didn’t think you would get much sleep last night.”

“Well isn’t that so sweet of you.” You smiled genuinely for the first time in almost a day, scrunching your nose. You briefly looked over his shoulder to see your now old friends all looking at you, so you made a move.

Getting on your tip toes you leaned up and kissed Gerard on the cheek. When you pulled away his mouth was wide open, his face immediately turning red. Looking to your right you saw the three boys all staring the same, with their mouths agape, except for Frank who had a smug smirk on his face. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“What was that for?” Gerard asked a few seconds later, his voice barely above a whisper.

“For brining me coffee,” You smiled up at him, “And not being an ass.” You gave him a quick wave before walking off to your own class, the guys muttering some things as you left, what you assumed to be about you.

Your day went on pretty typically, ignoring all the nasty rumors and murmurs from your fellow peers who, based on one 15 second video, had managed to rebrand you as a person, and completely recreate a reputation for you.

That was until your AP Psych class finally came along. You walked in, sitting next to Gerard who smiled up at you. “You ready?” He asked and you nodded.

“I just wanted to say,” You started right after the bell rang, “That I wouldn’t have wanted to do this project with anyone else.” “Me neither.” He smiled, looking at you genuinely.

One by one Mr. Young called up the partner pairs, you and Gerard managed to be called last. “Ms. Y/L/N and Mr. Way, you’re up.” He announced from behind his desk, pulling up the presentation you sent to him.

The two of you walked up to the front of the class, each of you standing on one side of the board. You had practiced over FaceTime at least three of four times, but presenting in front of Gerard was drastically different from presenting in front of 30 of your own peers. So naturally, your anxiety skyrocketed.

“Good morning, everyone.” Gerard began, as planned, “I’m Gerard.” “And I’m Y/N.” You put on your best face. “And we decided to do our project on social psychology, and how the human mind works and functions in given social situations.”

One by one you went on from each slide, you gradually getting more comfortable. You had to admit, you would have probably broken down completely by now if it wasn’t for Gerard occasionally stepping in on the spot to help you. But by the end, the two of you were going back and forth flawlessly off of each other’s ideas, a true team and everyone could tell. 

“And that’s all, thank you all so much.” Gerard smiled and you did too, walking back to your desks as the class clapped.

“Thank you Ms. Y/L/N and Mr. Way that was wonderful.” Mr. Yang smiled, finishing up a few notes he has started writing when you started your presentation.

“I fucked it up.” You immediately told Gerard as the two of you walked out of class, the end of the bell still ringing. “I really fucked it up.” You groaned.

“No, you didn’t.” He lightly smiled, “You did great.” “Oh, please, if it wasn’t for you coming to save my ass we would both have a D on the project.” “Sugar,” He stopped you in the hall, taking you by your arm and pulling you to the side, “No, you didn’t fuck anything up. You did great, and I know we did extremely well on that project!” “Stop making me try to feel better,” You complained, “I fucked up both our grades.” “No you didn’t,” He argued, “And I’ll have confirmation of that by the end of the day, because Mr. Young always puts in the grades within a few hours.”

And much to your chagrin (well, not really) Gerard was right. By the end of the day when you were checking your grades on your phone, there popped up a new grade inserted for the project. Lo and behold it was a 97. Because a 98 would have made it an A+, and Mr. Young never gave out A pluses.

“See, I told you.” Gerard smiled, strutting up to your locker. “We nailed it.” You swung your backpack around your shoulder, standing back up and looking at him.

“Yeah I know,” You sighed, closing the door shut. The two of you began walking down the hall to where the other guys were, all at Frank’s locker. You stood there with them, a light and random conversation going about, taking up the intermediate time before exiting school for break. “So I’m picking you up tonight at 7?” Gerard asked, the two of you now outside and on the sidewalk. You nodded and smiled. “Great, see you then sugar.” “Bye, Gee.” You smiled and waved, walking the other way.

Every hour after that you were at the very least mentally preparing yourself for your date with Gerard. Sure, that saying may come with a negative connotation, but it was more so just you trying not to completely fuck up.

You had managed to do your makeup, not too heavy at all and quite natural, even though Gerard insisted numerous times that you were beautiful as is. Your mom also helped you with your hair, letting it’s natural texture go but with some very minor styling, getting some frizz and imperfections out.

“Sweetheart, you look gorgeous.” You mom clapped and smiled at the end.

“Mom, I’ve gone out with guys before.” You complained, looking at your phone. 6:58.

“Yes, but this man seems more,” She pondered trying to find the right words for a moment, “Respectable.” You rolled your eyes.

“Gerard is a great guy.” You concluded, sitting at the kitchen island across from her.

“Good,” She began, “Then he and your father should have no problems.” You nodded. Just a moment later you all heard the doorbell ring. You took a deep breath, letting out a slower one. Mainly out of excitement, but also trying to prevent yourself from squealing and jumping into Gerard’s arms the first time you saw him.

“Here goes nothing.” You mumbled under your breath.

[neonun-au]

get to know me tag game~

tagged by: @nctsworld & @nochv

tagging: @mars-maybe @itsapapisongo @hy-ck-main @hchan @itsapapisongo @sunflowerforhaechan and anyone else who is interested~

what day is your birthday? june 30 baybee

what’s your favourite colour? bright oranges and yellows and also brown. 

what’s your lucky number? i genuinely never think about it so i don’t have any. maybe 11 since it’s my lifepath number or smth idk

do you have any pets? in my heart i have hundreds. but no

how tall are you? 5′6/5′7 idk something around that

how many pairs of shoes do you own? five or six? minus a few i need to get rid of. but mostly i exclusively wear my blundstones and my pair of toms that are falling apart lol

favourite song? this is impossible to answer but god only knows by the beach boys is a constant for me

favourite movie? lord of the rings lol also the shining and pride & prejudice 

what would be your ideal partner? what would be? a really nice shiba inu that becomes my partner in crime

do you want children? i don’t think so. too many reasons not to and i think it’s better to err on that side of caution rather than just assume everything would work out

have you gotten in trouble with the law? someone called the cops on me once when i was walking down the highway home from work one night. they thought i was up to mischief. maybe cow tipping. (also no, no i have not been lol)

bath or shower? shower. i do love baths but only if its in a good bathtub

what colour socks are you wearing? flesh socks

favourite type of music? i need variety in music so anything. i do have most of my roots in rock and the like, though

how many pillows do you sleep with? one pillow and one shark

what position do you sleep in? stomach, one leg up cause my thighs are thicc

what you don’t like when you’re sleeping? light, noise, heat, everything

what do you have for breakfast? i don’t eat breakfast

have you ever tried archery? no but i really want to start axe throwing when i move to the city

favourite fruit? watermelon. but i don’t eat much fruit

favourite swear word? none of them im an angel

do you have any scars? i have one scar on my forearm from where my dog scratched me once <3 also a biopsy scar on my arm, but that’s it

are you a good liar? i would say so, yes

what’s your personality type? infj although it’s from that 16personalities site which i have heart isn’t exactly that reliable in terms of cognitive typing. also im more of an astrology gal

what’s your favourite type of girl? i didn’t realise there were ‘types’ of girls

innie or outie? innie

left or right handed? right

favourite food? anything made of potatoes. good, creamy, garlic mashed potatoes

favourite foreign food? foreign to me as a canadian? poutine (jk) 

are you clean or messy? depends on the mental emotional landscape of the time

most used phrase? ‘fair enough’

how long does it take for you to get ready? idk depends what i’m doing. in the mornings i roll out of bed for work and get ready in 5 minutes 

do you talk to yourself? literally all the time

do you sing to yourself? yes ofc

are you a good singer? depends what you consider ‘good’

biggest fear? never living up to my full potential/wasting away all of my time in indecision and fear

are you a gossip? sure, sometimes. everyone is. gossip serves a very important evolutionary and social function

do you like long or short hair? whatever looks best on the person. for myself i like both depending on what im most annoyed with at the time

favourite school subject? any of the humanities

extrovert or introvert? introvert

what makes you nervous? phone calls

who was your first real crush? i really liked this boy in the 4th grade called shawn. he was v cute

how many piercings do you have? just my ears atm

how fast can you run? not fast i can’t even remember the last time i ran anywhere. it has probably been years lol

what colour is your hair? right now it’s just a dark brown

what colour are your eyes? green/blue

what makes you angry? coming into work after two days off and seeing the desk in a disaster and an inbox full of L&F inquiries that no one bothered to touch while i was gone 

do you like your own name? i don’t have any qualms with it

do you want a boy or a girl as a child? a dog

what are your strengths? beats me lol maybe a rather objective perspective

what are your weaknesses? too objective, often impersonal

what’s the colour of your bedspread? yelloooowww

colour of your room? a supremely unfortunate shade of mauve that i cannot wait to leave behind :)

[astralkoo]

Beautifully Misfit

SERIES; Hybrid BTS

‣ Genre: fluff, smutt, hybrid au

‣ Word Count: 2.08k

‣ Pairing(s): skunk!Jimin x reader, puppy!Taehyung x reader, bunny!Jungkook x reader

‣ Warning(s): very strong language, lots and lots of f-bombs so beware of that, bit of angst if you squint real hard, nothin else for this chapter so enjoy ;)

‣ to be aware of: sub!jimin, switch!taehyung, switch!jungkook, dom!reader, some kinky ass future happenings, BDSM themes, some heavy angst, and triggering themes. 

Summary: you never really saw yourself as a hybrid person. that is, until your best friend introduces you to his hybrid, and you suddenly find yourself craving the companionship. you only intended to bring home one. somewhere between the lines you ended up with three beautifully misfit hybrids who craved nothing but your love.

part. i | ii | iii | iv | v | vi (coming soon)

A/N; this is my first post on here, so I’ll make this short… thanks for reading, I’m sorry, ily

Lonely.

It hit you all of a sudden.

You were lonely. For about four months, you’ve been living in you home, working as an editor for your aunt’s absurd gossip magazine, eating solitary meals, sleeping in your admittedly cold bed, and you were just now realizing how lonely you’ve been all this time.

This wasn’t completely out of the blue. You had been feeling a nagging sensation of emptiness in the pit of your stomach for a while now.

But it wasn’t until you had your best friend’s hybrid curled up in your lap, playing with your hair, and babbling about his love for food and pretty things that it settled in exactly what that feeling was.

“You know, you’re kind of cute. Your face is… decent, I suppose. But Namjoonie is much cuter and— oh my gosh you’re crying,” Jin squealed in surprise, shock lighting up on his features as an onslaught of tears suddenly poured from your eyes.

“Shoot, I’m s–sorry, Jin,” you softly cursed, gently pushing the angora hybrid off your lap as you jumped to your feet, hands feverishly working to dry your wet cheeks.

“Was it the cute comment? I mean, it’s true, but I wasn’t intending to hurt your feelings… didn’t realize you were that sensitive,” he grumbled, pouting at the fact that you’d just ruined the mood for him.

You quickly shook you head, “no– no it wasn’t that, I just— shit, I mean, fuck, excuse my language.”

“Y/n! How many times do I have to tell you to watch your profanity around Jin— holy shit, why are you crying?” Namjoon gasped in concern as he walked out of the kitchen before running to your aid. “Did Jin hurt your feelings? I’m so sorry he has no filter whatsoever and says thing without thinking and—”

“It wasn’t that, a Joonie,” you cut him off with a sniffle, “I just realized something.”

Namjoon stared at you for a moment with worried eyes, before turning to his hybrid. “Jinnie, you stay here for a moment, y/n and I need to have a quick talk, alright?” The angora rolled his eyes, not appreciating the secrecy but not arguing to Namjoon’s relief. He quickly guided you into the kitchen, urging you to take a seat while he made you a glass of water.

“What happened? What upset you? Was it really not Jinnie because I know that he can be—” your best friend in ten years began to ramble out questions.

Chuckling lightly, you shook you head. “No, Joon. I swear it wasn’t anything Jin said. He’s a sweetheart, really. A bit blunt, if anything but nothing extreme,” you reassured him with a soft smile. He nodded, eyes swirling with a mixture of relief and confusion.

“Then, what was it?”

You sighed, turning away from him. “I just… I realized how lonely I’ve been.”

Namjoon settled himself in the seat beside yours, gently placing his hand over yours in a comforting gesture. “What do you mean? Lonely how? You know you’ve always got me, and now Jinnie.”

“Of course I know that. And I am so lucky to have you in my life, seriously. You’re the best best friend a girl could as for… when your clumsy ass isn’t breaking my shit, that is.” He gasped dramatically, swatting at your arm, causing you to giggle quietly. “But, we can’t be around each other 24/7, you know? You have your life, your job, your responsibilities, and now your hybrid; and I have mine– minus the hybrid.”

“What’re you trying to say?” He asked, searching your eyes for further explanation.

“I– I just… I hate being alone all the time. Especially in that big house. I’m home all the time, the only places I go are your place and the grocery store when my fridge empties. That’s really sad, Joon,” you muttered, glancing at your intertwined fingers.

“You’re right… that’s really pathetic, y/n.” You laughed, lightly kicking his ankle to which he grinned and squeezed your hand, “but seriously, if you’re so lonely… why not find a boyfriend?”

You snorted loudly at that. “Me? Boyfriend? Please, let’s not get too crazy here, Joonie. Try to keep it realistic, yeah?”

Namjoon rolled his eyes heavily at your response, scoffing softly, “I’m serious, y/n! When’s the last time you even got laid?” His voice dropped to a whisper at the last word, knowing his impressionable hybrid with impeccable hearing was just the next room over. You gaped at him, taking that as your turn hit his arm.

“I don’t see how that’s relevant to my loneliness in the least,” you countered sharply despite the glowing blush making its way into your cheeks, glaring at him pointedly.

He smirked, cocking a brow. “That long, huh?”

You scowled at him stubbornly for a moment. “…yes. Fine. That long, you asshole.”

“Thought so~” he sang, sticking his tongue out, “why don’t you get out there then, huh? It could do you some good, relieve some of that tension.”

“Because, Joonie,” you groaned, slumping forward onto the countertop, face dropping into your folded arms, “that’s not what I want. I don’t want a stupid hook up with some random guy I met in a germ infested bar. That won’t solve my problem, I’m lonely not horny.”

“Same thing,” he shrugged.

You decided it best to just ignore him, continuing, “but I don’t want a boyfriend either. Every time in the past that I’ve had a boyfriend, they’ve only caused me more trouble then they were worth. Either they found someone they found more attractive and ditched me or found someone more interesting and ditched me. Not to mention, guys are just all around dipshits.”

Namjoon pouted, pointing at himself and waiting for some kind of exclusion.

“Besides you of course, Joonie, you’re an angel. I’m talking about straight dudes. They’re the real problem in this society,” you confirmed with an angry huff.

Namjoon raised your half empty glass, “I’ll drink to that.”

“All guys do is cause problems. They will in no way help to solve mine. So now… I don’t know… I just don’t want to be alone anymore,” you groaned, slapping your palms over your face in frustration, “maybe I should just get a bunch of dogs. Become a crazy dog lady. That’d be fun.”

Namjoon was quiet for a moment. “Or… maybe… you could get a hybrid.”

You choked on air, eyes bulging out of your head. “What? No! You’re crazy.” You immediately shot down the idea, shaking your head rapidly.

You? A hybrid owner? Yeah fucking right. You can barely take care of yourself, let alone an entire other human– er, hybrid being. Not to mention you’d be a terrible influence, with your drinking and cursing habits. No hybrid would stand a chance in your home. Owning a hybrid is essentially adopting a child with animalistic appendages and habits. It was really a two for one. Which also meant two times the responsibility.

Responsibility you were anything but prepared for.

“What’s so crazy about it? You’re great with Jin, you took a course on hybrids in college so you’re well informed, and they make amazing companions,” he informed, hands waving around in emphasis.

You shook your head. “No way. I’m not a hybrid person.”

“Says who?”

“Says me! I don’t know the first thing about hybrids, I only took that stupid course in the first place for the easy grade!” You retorted quickly, before a sudden thought occurred.

“Well, personally, I think—”

“Shit what time is it?”

He glanced down at his watch, “almost ten, why?”

You lurched out of the chair, quickly gathering up your belonging, “I’ve got an article deadline at twelve is why, fuck.”

Namjoon nodded with a quiet sigh, following as you scrambled to his front door. Like the gentleman he was, he opened the door, only to stop you half way out it with a hand on your shoulder. You turned back to him with raised brows and a questioning glint in your eyes.

“Just think about it, okay? For me? I hate seeing you like this.”

For the sake of his sanity, as he had a tendency to over worry, you agreed, “okay, Joon. I’ll think about it,” giving him a parting hug before darting to your car, grumbling under your breath, “when you start eating pussy.”

In other words, you definitely would not be reconsidering your decision.

Okay. So you were reconsidering.

It had been a day since you had dropped by Namjoon’s place. A day since he’d made that absolutely ludicrous suggestion, which gradually looking less and less ludicrous.

It was almost… appealing.

A hybrid companion… that would definitely make the house feel a lot less lonely.

You even wondered about what type you’d get. A dog, maybe. You’ve always had a soft spot for puppies, and you can’t help but coo and swoon whenever you see one on the street.

A cat, perhaps. Cats could be annoying, but they also knew when to step back and give you space, which would be nice. A lot less maintenance than dogs. But dogs were cuddly as hell and you’d enjoy having a cuddle buddy, that’s for sure.

Now, this is all circumstantial depending on the breed.

Hell, you were really bad at making important decisions.

“Shit, focus!” You cursed, smacking your cheeks harshly enough to make yourself groan as the skin tinted a hot red. You were supposed to be working on an article your aunt had just sent to you for editing.

But god damn the only thing on your mind was hybrids, hybrids, hybrids, and… what do you know— more hybrids!

“Fucking mother fucker fucking bitch can’t mind his own god damn son of a bitch business,” you growled under your breath as you slammed your laptop shut and yanked your phone out of the pocket of your baggy sweat (perk of working at home; you never have anyone to impress) and aggressively typing in Namjoon’s number before holding it up to your ear, muttering angrily to empty air. After the third ring, he finally picked up.

“Hey, Y/n, what’s--”

“Fuck you, Kim Namjoon. Fuck you to hell.”

“Up,” a short pause, “okay, I admit, was not expecting that response, but okay. Any particular reason you’re fucking me to hell?” 

“Hybrids.”

“Hybrids?”

“Yes, hybrids. I want a hybrid so fuck you.”

“Why fuck me if you’re the one that wants a hybrid?”

“Because you’re the one that put the idea of hybrids into my head in the first place,” you hissed in retaliation, slamming your fist down on your desk for emphasis.

He snorted loudly, “well, it wouldn’t be in your head if you didn’t want it a little bit in the first place. My suggestion just made you realize what was already a subconscious desire.” 

It was your turn to pause, lips pursing together as you thought it over. Fuck, you hated logic and reason, always ruining all your fun. “Fuck, you’re right. In that case, fuck me, too. In fact, fuck everything, the world is bullshit and this is not what I signed up for.” 

“When has the world ever been fair, babe,” he chuckled. 

Groaning loudly, you slumped back in your chair, dramatically throwing your arm over your face. “I don’t know what to do, Joon.”

“Do you really want a hybrid? They can be a lot of responsibility, but they really do make phenomenal companions, especially if you get the perfect one for you.” His words were somewhat consoling for your brain, which was currently going on overdrive. 

You pouted, tugging your knees up to your chest. “Do you think I could handle it?”

“I know you can handle it. You’re a lot more mature than you give yourself credit for. And even if it gets a bit overwhelming, I’ll always be there to help you out, you know that.”

You nodded to no one in particular, gnawing at your lip with furrowed brows, buried in your own thoughts, a back and forth battle going on in your brain. Do you really want this? A hybrid all your own. It would be nothing like going and visiting with Jin, you knew that much. It would be completely your responsibility, your companion, all yours. 

For some reason, that thought brought a ghost of a smile to your lips. 

Yours. That sounds surprisingly nice.

“Okay,” you murmured softly. 

“Okay?” He repeated.

“Okay... it looks like I’m adopting a hybrid.”

[daylight-imagines]

Miss Me?

Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x Reader Warning: Bits of violence. Nothing different than what’s in the show. Word Count: 4419 Request: del-rcys

Part 2     Part 3

You had a habit of getting yourself into bad situations. Sometimes it wasn’t your fault. Usually, you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. For months you’d been traveling. You’d been all over the states and you saved your sister’s recommendation for last: New Orleans.

Caroline, of course, had never been there. But she said a friend had told her about it. You knew that friend was Klaus even if she’d never admit it. You didn’t even want to think about what the Originals were up to, and had every intention of avoiding them during your time there. Things were crazy enough back in Mystic Falls. You didn’t want to be dragged into the Mikaelsons’ drama as well. After all the last time you were around them you had died. Now you were one of the few hybrids left living. 

You hadn’t wanted to leave Mystic Falls. But it was important to learn as much about siphoners as possible. The Twins’ powers were growing and you needed to be able to help them. That’s why you were traveling. You’d been all over the country talking to different covens and witches. Finding ways to help the twins. 

Caroline and the twins were the only family you had left. It hadn’t been that long since your mom died. You were eighteen when she told you about the supernatural- a year before the Salvatore brothers came back to Mystic Falls. By then you had already known though. She’d died a human death even if it was too soon. That’s what she wanted, but that didn’t lessen the hurt. When you were young, the two of you weren’t close, but things had gotten better between the two of you. Now she was gone. That wound was taking a while to heal.

You and Caroline didn’t have the same father. Your parents had met in high school and had a short relationship that ended up with your mom pregnant at eighteen. Liz had granted your dad full custody because she thought it would be safer and happier for you. Even then she planned to be sheriff.

Your childhood had been amazing. Your dad had inherited his father’s business, and it didn’t require too much of his attention. He usually only had to go into work for a few hours each day. Once you were old enough those hours usually happened when you were in school. 

Before you started school, most of your time was spent with your dad. He took you everywhere. It didn’t matter whether it was work, a business meeting, or town function you were with him. The only times you were really apart where during the weekends with your mom. Every other weekend he’d load you and your bags into the car. When you were younger,  you’d be kicking and screaming. He always promised that if you really wanted to come home he’d come to get you. It didn’t happen often but every time you called he was there.

You were twelve when you had your first big fight with your mom. It had been a pointless argument. You wanted to spend the last few days of the weekend at your friend’s house, but she said no. You’d begged for hours. She wouldn’t budge. So you grabbed your bag and went outside to call your dad. He was there within twenty minutes. When you got in the car he didn’t drive away as you expected. 

“Running away doesn’t solve the problem. You can only do that if you face them,” he said. “But it’s your choice. You can go back in and spend time with your mom and sister, or I’ll take you home.” 

Of course, you were twelve so you went home. But it wasn’t the only time you heard those words. It was what your dad always told you, and eventually, it sunk in. You never ran away. It didn’t matter what it was: fights at school, bad grades, fights with your mom. You didn’t run away and you didn’t give up. 

Sixteen was a hard year. You were in a car accident and the other driver didn’t survive. You hadn’t been the one that was drinking yet the universe decided that death was on your hands. The next full moon you shifted for the first time.

For three days you missed school because you were sick. Every muscle in your body ached, you had a fever, and you felt nauseous. The only times you had gotten out of bed were to use the bathroom. You couldn’t eat and you only slept for a few minutes at a time. On the fourth day, your dad came into your room a few hours before dark. He walked over to you and pulled you up.

“Dad, what’s happening?” 

“It’s ok baby. We’ve gotta go downstairs.”

“I don’t feel good dad.” You stood up but started to fall. He caught you and picked you up.

“Everything’s gonna be alright.”

He carried you downstairs into the basement and laid you down on the floor between two columns while he went to lock the doors. You watched as he locked it and put a board across it. He did the same for all the doors. He came back over and bent down beside you. He grabbed your arm and locked a chain around it.

“What-“ 

“I need you to listen to me,” he said. “Something’s happening to you. There’s not enough time to explain it right now. I promise I’ll explain it tomorrow.” 

He locked your other arm up then your legs and stood up. The pain in your body increased and you let out a scream. 

“Dad what’s happening,” you cried. The pain kept getting worse. It felt like your bones were going to break through your skin. 

Your eyes widened when your dad yelled. You watched as his bones started to break.

“It’s alright. Look away.”

You let out one last scream before everything went black. 

He explained the werewolf gene to you the next day. He explained how the curse had affected your family for generations. It was a major shock. Especially since you had to hide it from everyone even your mom and Caroline. It hurt to think your mom would want nothing to do with you if she knew, but you understood that she was raised to believe that the supernatural was wrong. Sharing that secret brought you and your dad even closer.

Things changed when the Salvatore brothers came back to Mystic Falls. By then both of your parents had told you about the supernatural, and you immediately knew what they were when you met them. You just wished you’d figured it out before Damon had got a hold of Caroline. When she told you what he’d done to her you’d been ready to kill him. If she hadn’t asked you not to, you would have tried. 

You knew when Caroline turned into a vampire. After her friends, you were the first to find out. She was terrified you’d reject her, so you told her your secret. She never told anyone which you were thankful for. But when your mom found out about Caroline you decided it was time to tell her the truth. 

After that, you were dragged into all the drama your sister’s friends faced. You didn’t mind it since you got to make sure Caroline was safe, but sometimes it was irritating. Especially when their solutions were poorly designed. 

Even though you had to deal with all the threats Mystic Falls faced, you hadn’t been directly harmed or threatened- minus a few wounds here and there. That changed when Klaus came into the picture. By that time you’d experienced nearly fifty full moons. Breaking the Sun and Moon curse sounded like a dream come true, but you’d never want someone else’s life to be the price. You weren’t surprised when Elijah told you all the curse was fake though. It also sounded too good to be true. Too staged. 

Surprisingly you liked Elijah, but you also kept in mind that he was a threat. You also knew your friends wanted him gone, so you didn’t get attached. You had been at the dinner party Damon threw, and you hadn’t been thrilled when they’d daggered him. But you knew there was nothing you could do to change it.

The first time Klaus came to Mystic Falls you and your dad had luckily been able to stay off his radar. The second time you hadn’t been that lucky.

The two of you came home late after having dinner with your mom and Caroline. Everything seemed normal until you stepped into the living room. He was there sitting calmly on your couch.

“Hello. I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Klaus.”

Your dad stepped in front of you. “Why are you here?”

“Werewolves are hard to find, and there are two of you here. You see, I have a proposition for you,” Klaus said. “I want to make hybrids. And the two of you would make fantastic candidates.”

“No,” you said. He turned his gaze to you and smiled. That smile sent fear through your entire body.

“I wasn’t really asking love.”

He stood up and went to move towards you, but your dad stepped forward. 

“Please. I’ll do what you want, but please leave my daughter alone.”

“Why would I do that?” 

“If you do I’ll be loyal to you until the day I die.” 

“Dad no-“

“Quiet.”

Klaus thought it over for a moment. A sire bond was helpful, but real loyalty was different. 

“I can promise to spare her today. But if in a month or a year I need more hybrids our deal may change.”

Your dad wasn’t happy with that arrangement but it was better than the alternative. He agreed. 

“If your loyalty to me falters. I’ll make you kill her.”

Within a second Klaus had fed your dad his blood and snapped his neck. You couldn’t help the scream that left your mouth. You dropped next to him and looked up at Klaus.

“Why are you doing this?” 

He didn’t answer instead handing you a vile of blood.

“When he wakes have him drink that.”

He also handed you a slip of paper with a phone number on it and told you to give it to your father. Before leaving he turned back to look at you. 

“If you ever decide you want to become one of us, you know where to find me.” 

“Don’t count on it,” you said. 

After he left you had called Caroline and she brought Stefan and Tyler over. In the end, it had been alright. Your dad hadn’t been too badly affected by his change of species. 

Things calmed down for a while after that. Then an invitation to a ball held by the Mikaelsons arrived at your doorstep. You were afraid that if you didn’t go and Klaus found out he’d be angry and take it out on your father. The ball wasn’t awful. You got to spend time with your sister and friends. But you were surprised when Elijah came up to you later in the night.

“Y/n correct?” Elijah asked.

“I’m surprised you remember. We only met briefly and it wasn’t the best circumstances.”

“I did end up with a dagger in my heart.”

You rolled your eyes. “I had no idea about that plan.”

“You didn’t approve?”

“My friends’ plans don’t always have much thought in them.”

He laughed. “I have to agree.” 

“My, my brother who is this lovely woman?” You turned to see a man younger than Elijah walking over. They shared very similar looks, but this one had a glint in his eyes that both scared and excited you. 

“Y/n this is my brother Kol. Kol this is Y/n Y/L/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you.”

“And you as well.” He placed a kiss to your hand. 

“If you would excuse me,” Elijah said. He left when you nodded. 

“I don’t know why someone as beautiful as you would be talking to my brother.”

“I talk to a lot of people,” you said. “It doesn’t make them special.”

He smiled and was about to reply when Klaus walked up behind him. Kol watched as you seemed to shrink into yourself and lower your gaze to the floor. He turned and saw his brother was the reason. He didn’t like it. 

“Brother, I see you’ve met Y/n.” He turned to you. “I’m glad you came, love.”

“Wouldn’t miss it.”

“Nik how about you go find that blonde you’ve been ogling all night instead of ruining everyone else’s fun.”

Once Klaus was gone Kol turned back to you. 

“What’s my brother done to you darling?”

“My dad is one of his hybrids and that blonde is my sister.”

He nodded. “So you're afraid to anger him.”

“He’d take it out on my family.”

“Yes, he would.” He smirked. “How about we make him unhappy for a moment?”

“How?”

He held out a hand. “Would you dance with me Y/n.”

You smiled and took it. “I’d love to.”

The look on Klaus’s face had lifted your spirits.

You knew about the white oak your friends had found, but you didn’t get involved in what they were planning. You stayed out of any plans they had involving going against Klaus. 

Your life continued normally until the hunter came to town. Klaus forced you to help find and capture him. Then you had to watch him. When Klaus let for Italy the hunter got out, and he was killed by Elena. After that things went back to what’s normal when living in Mystic Falls. You spent your time learning about the five, helping deal with Jeremy Gilbert, and trying to keep your family safe. Once again your normal was going to change.

You were sitting on the couch watching TV when there was a loud banging on your door. You opened it to find Klaus standing there. He wasn’t happy. 

“You’re coming with me love.”

He grabbed your arm and pulled you along behind him. He took you into the woods. You stumbled along behind him, but he never slowed. You had already noticed the sword in his hand. You were afraid to think about what was going to happen.

“Klaus, what’s going on?”

“The fact that you don’t know means you don’t have to die.”

“What?”

“Quiet now.”

You could see people standing a few feet away. When you got closer you realized it was the hybrids. Your dad was one of them. Klaus let go of you and you leaned against the tree closest to you. 

“Stay here and don’t move,” he said. “And stay quiet.”

You watched as he moved behind one of the hybrids and ripped his heart out. He moved from hybrid to hybrids not sparing one. Then your father stepped forward and you felt your heart stop.

“You would risk your daughter’s life for this?”

“I would risk mine,” your dad answered.

“You’re going to lose yours while she watches.”

He turned and saw you. You’re sure it was an awful sight. You had scratches all over from stumbling through the wood and tears ran down your face.

Your dad let out a sigh. He knew there wasn’t a way out of this. He mouthed I love you before Klaus ripped out his heart.  

Your scream cut through the silence that had fallen over the woods. It was an awful type of scream that seemed to stem from your very soul. Sobs took over your entire body. You couldn’t breathe and you couldn’t think. Klaus followed the last hybrid and you stumbled over to your dad. Another scream tore itself from your throat when you saw him. You fell to the ground beside him. You were twenty-one years old, but you felt like a child. You sat by the body unable to move. 

You watched Klaus come out of the crypt. He looked at you and threw the sword on the ground. 

“Come here, love.”

“You killed them. You can leave now.”

Suddenly he was right in front of you and you stumbled backward. He grabbed your arm and pulled you up.

“I told your father if he ever betrayed me I’d kill you, but I have a better idea.”

You watched as he opened the vein on his wrist. 

“No.” You tried to break free from his grip but he held on tighter. He forced his blood down your throat. You coughed and stepped back. “Elena’s human. If you kill me I’ll just die.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure,” he said. “You’ll want to go see your sister when you wake.”

He snapped your neck and left you in the woods. Tyler found you and took you to Caroline. It turned out Caroline had taken some of Elena’s blood and hidden it. She wanted it just in case something ever happened to you. You were glad she did. You’d be dead if she hadn’t.

So you became a hybrid. One of three in the entire world. You spent the next few days breaking your sire bond. After that, you locked yourself in your house. You didn’t leave and wouldn’t let anyone in. Three days passed before Caroline forced herself inside. 

She found you in the living room. The room looked like a storm had blown through it. Furniture had been broken, glass was shattered, and you sat in the middle of it all.

“Oh Y/n.”

“Go away, Caroline.”

She stepped over larger pieces of debris and sat next to you. She grabbed your hand and frowned. It had taken a grey tint and there was dried blood from the times you’d gotten hurt during your fit. 

“You’re starving.”

You didn’t answer. You knew that’s what was happening, but you didn’t care. Klaus chose to turn you into a hybrid, you could choose if you lived like one. 

“You know I didn’t want to be a vampire,” Caroline said. “But now I wouldn’t give it up for anything.”

“For the rest of my life, I’ll be known as one of Klaus’s hybrids.”

“Don’t let him be the reason you don’t live.”

You stood up and ran your hands through your hair. “Why should I live Caroline?”

You walked slowly towards the kitchen, and she followed.

“There’s no reason why you shouldn’t!”

“My dad is dead Caroline,” you shouted. 

“You still have a family Y/n.” She was crying now. “I know how close you and your dad were. But we’re still here.”

You held onto the doorway to keep yourself from falling. You couldn’t cry anymore but that didn’t stop you from shaking with sobs.

“It hurts so much Care.” 

“I know,” She said. “But it’ll get better.”

You took a deep breath and looked at her.

“If I look as bad as you we’re both in trouble.”

She laughed. “No matter how bad I look it’s always better than you.”

She walked over and put your arm around her shoulders.

“Come on. The funeral is tomorrow and you can barely stand.” 

You made it through the funeral, and you even made it through the days after. Being a hybrid wasn’t awful either. You didn’t like having to drink blood to survive, but you never had to shift again unless you wanted to. You didn’t have to live in fear of the full moon. You didn’t have to be afraid to hurt someone. 

Klaus hadn’t contacted you since the night he killed your dad. You were shocked. You assumed he’d try and make you his servent like his old hybrids. Not that he could, since your sire bond was broken. It was a shock that he didn’t try.

In the weeks after your dad’s funeral, you moved out of your house. It hurt to leave. You grew up in that house, but you couldn’t live there without your dad. You moved into an apartment in town and went back to taking classes at Whitmore. You tried to live normally, but you didn’t know if that was possible anymore. 

For a while, you were able to pretend like everything was fine. But when Christmas time came you couldn’t pretend.

It was a few days before Christmas- the first one without your dad. It was his favorite holiday. That reminder made the pain of his death come back in full force. That was another downside to being a hybrid- the heightened emotions. So you ended up at the bar. You knew it was a bad coping mechanism, but you didn’t care. Other people deserve to be happy, and you weren’t in the mood to pretend like you were.

You were in the bar for hours before anything interesting happened. By then you were sure if you had still been a normal werewolf you’d be at the hospital due to the amount you drank. 

The doors opened and someone walked in. You could feel his eyes on you before you turned around. Kol sat next to you, but you didn’t lookup. 

“I hear you’ve been through the wringer since the last time we saw one another.” 

You sighed. “Your brother sucks.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

“Why are you talking to me?” 

“I enjoyed our past conversations. Especially the one at my mother’s ball.”

You smiled. “That pissed Klaus off.”

You regretted looking at him the moment you did it. It was like all the air had left your lungs and your heart sped up. That hadn’t happened before, but he also hadn’t been looking at you like that before. Your eyes met and it was almost like you couldn’t look away. He shouldn't have looked at you like that. You weren’t sure why he was looking at you like that. Flirting was one thing but that- shouldn’t happen. But if it did...no you couldn’t even think about it. Unfortunately for you, the sad emotions weren’t the only ones heightened as a hybrid.

“Are you alright darling?”

That damn smirk. Part of you wanted to slap it off his face. The other part wanted something very different. You let out a breath and realized your mouth was dry. You finished your drink and turned back to Kol determined to keep your composure. 

“I haven’t seen you around lately.”

“Did you miss me, darling?” He asked as the bartender filled both your glasses. “I’ve been running errands for my brother.”

“You listen to Klaus?”

“To avoid being out in a box for an unknown amount of time that’s the price I have to pay.”

That made you stop and think. You couldn’t imagine having that kind of relationship with Caroline. You were always close and always looked out for each other. What Klaus did to his siblings, you’d never understand.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s been a thousand years. I’m over it,” he said. “How are you enjoying your vampire qualities?”

“Enjoying?”

“I forgot you’ve got prudes teaching you,” he said. “Imagine what it would be like if you embraced it.”

“Then how would you teach me?”

He moved to where his chest as pressed against your back. He leaned in closer to you and motioned towards the other end of the bar. There was a man there who’d been in the bar longer than you. 

“See him?” 

You nodded struggling to concentrate on what he was saying. But one of his hands was running up and down your arm leaving a trail of warmth everywhere it touched.

“Now listen, focus on his heartbeat.”

It wasn’t hard. Besides the bartender, he was the only other person in the bar. Staying in your seat was the hard part. The heartbeat was the first thing you heard but then you the blood flowing through his veins. You hadn't fed on a human, but you'd be lying if you said you didn’t crave it. Blood bags weren’t enough. There was a constant burning in the back of your throat.

“Are you listening darling?”

“Mmhmm.” You were fighting every part of your body to stay in your seat. 

“You get him alone, compel him to stay quiet, take your fill of his blood, then compel him to forget it ever happened. Or till he’s dead if that what you prefer.”

You took a sharp breath and turned away. You leaned against his chest taking deep breaths. The veins under your eyes had appeared and you felt your fangs extend. 

“Well well darling, have you never fed straight from the vein before?”

She shook your head. Kol’s arm was wrapped around your back and he was practically holding you up. 

“Here’s your chance.” 

You looked up into his eyes. He was different from your friends, he was even different than his siblings. There was none of the self-loathing or unhappiness you saw in the other vampires. He loved what he was. He took pride in it and made the most of it. 

You realized how close the two of you were and couldn't help moving your gaze to his lips. You both moved forward slowly. Your lips were centimeters apart when the door to the bar opened.

“Y/n.” Your sister’s voice snapped you out of your daze. Kol was gone. After making sure you had control of your face you turned to your sister. 

“Hey, Care.”

“Are you ok?”

You breathed a sigh of relief knowing she hadn’t seen you with Kol. Or she just wasn’t mentioning it. That wasn’t a conversation you were ready for.

“Yeah. Can you give me a ride home?

Caroline went to wait in the car while you paid for your drinks. When you stood up something crinkled in your pocket. You pulled out a piece of paper with a phone number on it. A phone number you were determined to use but shoved back into your pocket anyway.

Three years had gone by since your transition. That was the same amount of time that had gone by since you’d seen the originals. Kol died and you heard the rest ended up in New Orleans. You’d been in New Orleans for a week and had yet to see any of them. Of course, good things didn’t last. 

A shop in the French Quarter was owned by a witch who could give you information. After your meeting, you left ready to get back to your hotel. Of course, when you stepped out of the shop you came face to face with someone you thought you’d never see again- the same smirk on his face he had three years ago.

“Hello darling,” he said. “Miss me?”

___

Part 2  Part 3

I want to thank @del-rcys for requesting this series and coming up with some great plot ideas. This is going to be a long series, so if you want to be tagged in future parts comment here, send me a message, or send me an ask. Thank you for reading!!!

[abbacchiosbelt]

Hello ma'am, can I kindly request Sorbet and Gelato with a newly joined, haughty fem member of La Squadra who gets on their last fucking nerve so after they're assigned and finish a mission together, they take advantage of the situation in order to teach her a lesson? Thanks in advance.

saddle up, y’all, because this is the most sinful filth i’ve written to date! please read the content warnings. this is not a fun ride for the reader character. seriously.

Control Yourself | Sorbet x F!Reader x Gelato

CW: Non-con, Degradation, Slurs, Violence, Knife Play 

Crinklingyour nose at the sight in front of you – several battered and bloodied bodiesscattered around your actual target – you turn on your heel and point anaccusatory finger at your two teammates leaning against the kitchen table, theirshoulders pressed closely together as they survey the scene.

“This wassupposed to be a clean hit,” You spit, stalking your way towards them. “Didyou really have to make a mess of things like this? Shit. I’ll ask Risottomyself to never be assigned with you assholes again. You can clean thisup and I’ll write the mission report outside.”

Sorbet andGelato just stare at you, their calm expressions despite being covered in bloodunnerving you. It was just your luck that you got assigned to La Squadra,consisting of several of the most irritating men you’d been unlucky enough tomeet during your time in Passione. These two took the cake, though – after refusingto give them the time of day and earning glares from Sorbet whenever you spoke,Risotto assigned the three of you on a mission together.

It had beensimple enough, minus the eye-rolls from Gelato whenever you said something andthe painful bruises that Sorbet left when he accidentally pushed youinto a wall or grabbed at you with little care. The way the mission had ended,though – fuck, did you hate them. Instead of taking out the singletarget, Sorbet and Gelato rid the safe house you had infiltrated of their entireteam with fervent excitement, Gelato slashing the throats of anyone close tohim with ease and Sorbet easily crushing anyone with sheer strength unluckyenough to get in his path.

Now, insteadof a quick getaway, you were left with two blood-spattered teammates and a pileof dead bodies amidst all the other destruction. Well. At least the target hadbeen taken out, but all you could think about was getting away from yourteammates.

As youturned around to leave the mess behind, not bothering to give a last glance tothe two men, you hear a low laugh that sends a chill through your spine. Amoment later you’re on the ground and struggling to breathe, crushed beneaththe weight of a body on top of you. Whipping your head around, you turn to seethat it’s Sorbet that has you pinned.

“What thefuck are you doing?” You hiss, gritting your teeth when the arm on your backpresses painfully in-between your shoulder blades. “You can’t do this, we’re onthe same team!”

– and there’sthe laugh again, accompanied this time by Gelato’s hyena-like chuckle that youhated so much. You try your best to wiggle out from under his grip, but it’s tono avail. Sorbet leans down enough to have his breath tickling against your earwhen he speaks.

“Do you reallythink that matters to us?” He punctuates the last word with another push of hisarm – you swallow back the yelp of pain trying to escape and kick your legs,crying out when a crushing pain comes down against them.

“Sorbet, Ithink she needs to learn some manners.” The boot on your leg twists in and youwince, hiss of air escaping between your teeth. (Of course, Gelato had to be anasshole and wear military-grade boots that were strong enough to rip into yourskin—)

“I agree. Alesson on how to behave, perhaps?” Sorbet’s breath tickles your ear again,making you shiver under his body. He lets out a throaty laugh and bites the topof your ear harshly, making another cry of pain escape your mouth. “Oh,sweetheart, are you really so desperate for some attention? You like this sortof thing?”

“No,” yourasp, wiggling again. Searing pain suddenly blooms in your side as Gelato’sboot slams into it, making you convulse and gasp for air under Sorbet’s heavybody. Sorbet’s tongue licks a stripe up the nape of your neck and you startle, shiftinguncomfortably under him.

“You horny bitch,”Gelato says, and Sorbet licks at your neck again. Whimpering, you shudder andbite back the moan trying to fight its way out. The weight on your backdisappears and you breathe a sigh of relief before you’re roughly tugged ontoyour back, Sorbet and Gelato looming above you. Gelato’s foot is still restingon your leg, pressing in hard enough to tear at the skin under your pants, sotrying to escape is out of the question.

“Let me go,I-I’ll tell Risotto about this!” You stammer, your voice coming out shaky.Sorbet raises an eyebrow.

“If you don’twant to participate, lurida puttana (fucking whore), I’ll be more than happy to personallydeliver the news of your failure to Risotto.” Sorbet puts a foot on your chestand presses down, causing you to cough and gasp for air. “The only thing they’llmiss is having your ass to stare at.”

Gelatolaughs when your face screws up like you’re about to cry – fuck, don’t cryin front of them – but you hold it back and try to slow your rapidlybeating heart, your eyes darting between the two of them. Gelato’s foot slidesoff your leg and tears more skin with it, ripping the fabric and exposing the woundto the air. A low whine leaves your throat and Sorbet brings his foot to yourjaw to roughly push your head in his direction.

“So? Do youwant to learn your lesson?” Your eyes dart from Sorbet’s expectant stare downto your lower half as Gelato cuts through the material and tears them off ofyou, leaving your bottom half exposed, the cute underwear you had put on thismorning seeming like a mistake in light of what was happening now.

“Aw, did youexpect something like this to happen? Is that why you wore something so cutefor us?” Gelato toys with the hem of your panties using his blood-stainedknife, the red color staining the fabric.

You yelpwhen you’re tugged up by your hair, Sorbet’s forehead pressed directly toyours.

“I asked youa question, puttana. Answer me.” His breath smells like blood and cigarettesand you wonder if everything up to this point has been a mistake – but all youcan do is nod weakly and hope your feigned obedience will give you a chance torun away.

“Y-yes,” youwhimper. Sorbet’s face softens and you think for just a second he might kissyou, until he loosens his fingers from your hair and lets your head slam backinto the ground. Gelato stops what he’s doing to look at Sorbet and in that singlesecond you sweep your legs to knock Gelato off balance and try to scurry away –but your hands barely find purchase before you’re being smashed back to the groundby a boot to your chest. For a moment you wheeze and wonder if they justcracked a rib, but your vision is starry and there are fingers threadingpainfully through your hair again.

“Donnacciastupida (stupid slut),” Gelato hisses, his face inches from yours. “Ti ammazzo (I’ll kill you).”

Your head isdropped back and slammed against the ground once more, painfully tenderalready. Warmth trickles down your forehead and you realize with horror you’rebleeding – but with the threat of death above you, a trivial detail doesn’tmatter.

A heavyweight slams onto your pelvis and you buck forwards, slammed back down immediatelyby two hands on your shoulders digging in painfully. Sorbet is straddling you, histeeth bared.

“One morechance, troia. Only because they’ve been dying to find out what kind of lay youare.” One of Sorbet’s hands slide to your throat and tightens around it. Youwiden your eyes in fear and he sneers. “Pay attention during your lesson,raggazzina (little girl).”

“Now apologizeto Gelato,” Sorbet says, climbing off of you and sliding around to your back tomaneuver you painfully onto your knees. You don’t even register what’s happeninguntil Gelato’s cock is shoved into your face, his musk invading your senses.You wrinkle your nose and Gelato clicks his tongue at you.

“Don’t bite,or I’ll cut your tongue out.” To make his point, Gelato brings his knife toyour face and trails a thin line down your cheek, stinging pain left behind asthe knife cuts into your skin. There was no escape now – so you open your mouthand Gelato shoves his member in roughly, tasting of bitter salt and blood.

You chokeand almost lose balance, but Sorbet is still behind you, holding on to yourarms in a painfully tight grip to keep you upright. Gelato’s thrusts into yourmouth are erratic and rough, his heavy balls slapping your face with every pumpand filling the room with a sick squelching noise.

“Guess we’vefinally found a use for that mouth of yours,” Gelato mumbles, thrusting deepand holding his cock down your throat while he watches you struggle. Your eyesstart to well up with tears and you almost feel like you could throw up untilhe pulls back out, leaving you coughing up your own saliva all over yourself. Hegrins before he shoves himself back into your mouth, his thrusts hard enough tohave his cock hitting the back of your throat.

Trying toconcentrate on anything else, you whimper around Gelato’s cock and earn apleased hum from him when you feel Sorbet’s hand trailing down your body andstraight into your panties, rubbing two fingers up against your wet center,your body betraying your mind. Before you can get any real pleasure, Sorbetdraws his fingers out and holds them up to Gelato, with what you can onlyassume is a grin from behind you.

“Gelato, lanostra piccola cagna (our little whore) is enjoying this.”

Gelato hissesout something that Sorbet seems to understand – and a moment later Sorbetpushes his fingers through your hair and shoves you against Gelato’s cock,forcing you to take the whole length down your throat. Ropes of his cum shootdirectly into your throat, hot and salty enough to make you choke, tearsrunning down your face as your nose is buried in his thick pubic hair.

Sorbetfinally pulls you back and you gasp for air, coughing and struggling hopelesslyin Sorbet’s one-handed grasp. Gelato sneers down at you as his cock, still rockhard, presses into your cheek painfully.

“We nevershould have let you out, it’s clear you can’t control yourself.” Gelato saysbefore reeling back to spit directly on your face. You make a noise of disgustand try to jerk away but Sorbet’s grip is like a vice, and you’re left with itrunning down your forehead and into your eye.

And despitehow terribly and horribly disgusted you are, despite the pain blooming all overyour body, the ache between your legs is steady and confusing – nothing getspast either of them, so Sorbet rips off your shirt before you can protest, easilyslicing through your bra with the aid of Gelato’s knife and letting it fall tothe floor.

Your pantiesare ripped off next, followed by the shoes you still had on – leaving you baredfully to the both of them, bloodied and bruised. Gelato roughly pries your legsapart and exposes your glistening core, toothy grin spreading onto his face. Sorbetpeeks over from behind you, clicking his tongue just as Gelato did earlier.

“Now that weknow you’re so easy, I don’t think you’ll be worth taking on missions anymore. Howcould anyone concentrate, knowing such a shameless little slut is right next tothem?” Sorbet releases your arms and comes around to the front, Gelato’s arms immediatelysnaking around his waist as they both stare at you, chest heaving and bodyshivering from the cold in the room. The blush creeping up your face shouldn’tbe there, they’d already taken enough from you, but the embarrassment andexcitement from being stared at so shamelessly is sending your head spinning.

Your eyesdart down to Sorbet’s pants when you hear a zipper being undone and a beltfalling to the floor – and you can’t help but whimper and try to back away whenhe pulls himself out of his pants. Gelato has a manic grin on his face as hewatches you assess Sorbet’s cock – you didn’t know men could be this big…it was going to tear you apart and by the look on Gelato and Sorbet’s faces,they were going to enjoy the process.

Sorbet tiltshis head towards Gelato’s and captures his boyfriend in a messy kiss, the noisesof their lips sliding across each other making something in your stomach twist.Sorbet pulls back with his hand tangled in Gelato’s messy curls, his foreheadpressed against him in a tender gesture, unlike what he’d done to you earlier.

“I’d ratherbe in you,” Sorbet says – and what the fuck, Gelato giggles, and pressesa sloppy kiss to Sorbet’s mouth. “But there’s time for that later, Gelato.”

“Stupidetroie (stupid sluts) like this aren’t good for anything else.” Gelato says, staring you downwith a look that makes your stomach churn in fear. He flashes his knife towardsyou and considers for a moment, before homing in on your chest. You swallow feelyour heart rate increase as Gelato scoots closer, hard cock still hanging fromhis pants.

He taps hisknife to the corner of his lip while he stares at your heaving chest, his eyesseeming to roam over nothing in particular.

Sorbet’s handon your thigh makes you yelp, distracting Gelato for a moment. He doesn’t seemangry, though, and instead turns to look at Sorbet line himself up with yourentrance. You wince when Sorbet’s head brushes against your aching sex – you wishyou weren’t here but god if the pounding in your chest and warm heat in yourstomach weren’t telling you otherwise.

Sorbet rubshis thick head against you for a few moments before plunging himself in – you scream,and your hands rip at the cold floor beneath you – it hurts, and it feelslike he’s tearing you apart. More tears spring from your eyes and start runningdown your messy face, making Sorbet snort in amusement. You cry out in protestwhen Sorbet starts a slow pace, his massive cock spreading your walls furtherwith every thrust.

“Fottutaputtana (fucking whore),” Sorbet growls, leaning close to you and pressing his cock inimpossibly deep. You hiccup a sob and try to lean away from him, but his lipscapture yours in a chaste kiss before he bites hard enough to draw blood. “You’llbe La Squadra’s cassonetto di sborra (cum dumpster) from now on. Look how easily you let mycock in, troia.”

Sorbet leansback up and glances to Gelato, his hand slowly pumping over his hard cock,leaking precum.

“Keep goingslow,” Gelato murmurs, looking down at Sorbet’s cock pumping in and out of you.Sorbet raises an eyebrow at his boyfriend. “It’ll hurt more. For now.”

Sorbet nodsand you huff and moan in response – earning a particularly hard thrust that hasyour eyes bulging and mouth hanging open, in too much pain to even cry out. Itfeels like hours but the thrusts eventually start to become almost pleasurable,the burning stretch fading only in the slightest. Every pull has Sorbet’s cockrubbing against your g-spot and tightening around him, eliciting a quiet growl fromhim every other thrust.

The feel ofcold metal on your bare chest brings you out of the pleasured haze and insteadwidening your eyes at Gelato, his knife’s tip gliding across one of yourbreasts. You want to whimper out for him to stop but it’s too much – so youwatch with disgust as the blood leaks out over your nipple, Gelato dipping downto suck it into his mouth. His mouth isn’t gentle, and you cry out, wincing athis harsh suck and the feel of his teeth scraping across the sensitive bud. Thecut he sliced into your breast doesn’t hurt in comparison to the sting ofSorbet repeatedly bottoming out in you – you’re left between the two like aragdoll.

Gelatorepeats the action with your other breast and your eyes squeeze shut when he finisheshis ministrations and runs the blade down your chest, his tongue following tolap up the blood.

“Please,”you manage to mumble, hands shaking as your grasp lightly at Gelato’s shoulder.“It hurts—”

Gelato liftshis head and meets your eyes, blood-stained lips curling into a sick smile.

“Well, Isuppose I can do something else.” Gelato places his knife to the side and leansover to Sorbet, whispering something in his boyfriend’s ear before pulling himinto a messy kiss, blood staining Sorbet’s lips when Gelato pulls away. Youfeel sick.

Withoutwarning Sorbet pulls out of you, leaving you achingly empty. You want to crawlaway and sleep, to get away from them, but a moment later you’re being liftedinto the air as they both stand. You’re not sure how they have enough strengthwith your practically limp body, but Sorbet has you pulled around him. Weakly,you wrap your legs around his midsection for support, knowing he’d drop you otherwise.

Sorbet’scock rubs at your entrance and you sigh quietly, both from pain and the briefmoment of pleasure when his head rubs against your clit. The thought of maybefinding release is lost when you feel Gelato pressing against your back, his handsgroping at your ass before holding tight there for leverage.

“You’ll likethis, stupida puttana (stupid whore).” Gelato hisses out into your ear, running his tongue downyour neck until he stops and bites the junction between your neck and shoulderhard enough to draw blood.

“Stop,” youmoan – you feel so weak now, all the fight you had earlier gone. You wished itwas over, or that one of them would be merciful enough to rub your clit. “Please,I learned my lesson, I promise.”

“Hmm.” Sorbethums, rubbing his head against your clit deliberately. You whine and try to rutyour hips against him, but it’s no use with how you’re being held.

“Extracredit, then.” Gelato says, before both of them snicker. Fucking bastards.Gelato’s cock presses into your entrance and he rubs himself before you feelSorbet’s cock pressed up against his, and with horror, you realize what they’reabout to do.

“W-wait,”you stammer, desperate. “It’ll hurt too much.”

“Shh,”Gelato coos, and his sickeningly sweet voice makes you want to vomit. Sorbetpushes in at the same time Gelato does, and your walls stretch more than youthought was possible, Gelato’s thick cock snug to Sorbet’s own impressivemember.

“Oh cazzo,”Sorbet says, slowly inching himself in against Gelato. “Questa troia dovrà (this slut) wasmade for our cocks.”

“Let’s keepher as our giocattolo da scopare (our fuck toy),” Gelato mumbles against your shoulder, beforesucking at the wound he bit earlier. All you can feel is white hot painsplitting you apart, mixed with a distant pleasure that’s keeping you grounded –you want to cry out, to scream, to do anything, but all you do is loll your head backagainst Gelato’s shoulder and whimper out in pain.

Somehow, they manage to fit their cocks inside of your tight walls, almostpainfully snug against each other. Gelato and Sorbet are both moaning out loudly– you know it’s not for you, no, it’s for each other and how their cocks feelviolating you – but it has you bouncing slightly on them and trying to adjust,to get anything out of this.

And maybe it’s because you’re so far gone that you can’t thinkstraight, but it starts to feel good as they drag themselves against your sensitiveand spread walls, cocks rubbing against spots that have you crying out inpleasure and tightening around both of them, biting into your bottom lip andmumbling out their names. It’s encouragement for them to fuck you harder,faster, hoping to finally break you in as their own personal fuck toy – and it’snot long before they’re pumping into you in a painful rhythm that has both ofthem chasing their release, thrusting desperately into you and against eachother.

Gelato finishes first, hissing out expletives and biting down on yourshoulder when he cums, his cock twitching against Sorbet’s as he fills you withhis release. Gelato stays inside while Sorbet rubs against him, the dark-hairedman finishing a few moments later, groaning loudly while he fills you with hiswarm cum.

You’re not sure why – maybe it’s because they knew you were ruined now,bound to them – but someone’s hand reaches around to your clit and you findyourself crying out when your own orgasm is finally granted, clenching aroundtheir cocks and eventually going limp against them, breathing heavily.

They pull out with a loud squelch that gives you the same empty feelingyou felt earlier, their cum running down your thighs and making a mess beneathyou. With little care, they drop you to the ground and you groan out in pain,too tired to move.

Moments later Gelato is standing over you with his phone – and he muttersa far too happy ‘Say cheese’ before he’s snapping pictures of your body on thefloor, nudging you with his boot to spread you open and take a picture of yourswollen entrance, dripping with their cum.

You don’t register anything but the sound of clothes being put back on,but you’re left naked and cold, too tired to move. Sorbet is suddenly standingover you, staring down at you with the same stoic expression he always wears.

“We’ll see you for the mission report tomorrow. By the way, we’releaving, so you can clean the mess up.” His stoic expression breaks for a lowgrin as he watches you grimace, even in your tired state. Gelato slides his handsaround Sorbet’s waist and stares down at you with the same expression hisboyfriend held.

“Welcome to La Squadra. It’s a shame this will be your last fieldmission.” Gelato says, faking a pout before smiling at you, sharp teeth digginginto his bloodstained bottom lip.

“I’m sure Risotto will be happy to hear about your other merits, troia.You were useless otherwise.” Sorbet grins at you and nudges your head with hisfoot. “Cheer up. You’re lucky we got to you first.”

Both of them laugh before turning around and leaving without anotherword, leaving you to lie on the floor covered in blood and aching, drippingwith their release.

Maybe they were right about you all along – at least you were good forthis.

[tribes09-blog]

UPCAT Personal Experience

I have first tip to spill: BELIEVE IN YOURSELF.

—2019 UPCAT taker

A lot of students think that this test is not suitable for no- brainer or plain average students, but nope.

You first have to believe in yourself that you can get it.No matter how many people out there are smarter than you and have better educational background than you, it doesn’t matter. In this game, you need to play wise.

Determination is the key to success. Me, personally, I dreamt of getting into this school even when I was only little. I told myself that maybe I didn’t go to prestigious elementary or secondary schools, but when I get to college, I will enter UP.

Preparations

Inspiring notebook. I hate writing in an ugly pad and I only use GTECT 0.4 because it inspired me to write my notes (and it looks neat).

Highlighters. You know the use. But to me, I had different colors for a main heading, sub heading, the definition of the subheading ( I know right, I really am particular to this.)

Sticky Notes. I often list formulas and attach it on my reviewer for easy lookup. And when I still didn’t understand certain lesson enough and decided to skip on it, I write it on my small sticky notes and I pasted it on the wall adjacent to my desk.

Index cards. I carried my index cards to school so I wouldn’t have to bring the whole reviewer (It was thick and heavy). These cards contained summary of formulas, topics, important person I needed to remember, sample math problems I tried to practice and etc. I punched hole on the upper left part of the index card and put them together with yarn or you can use metal ring.

UPCAT Apps.Available on Google Play Store!

Water. I always bring my tumbler to my desk because it helps me to refresh myself, like my head is lightheaded and everything; water keeps me cool and less sleepy.

Prayers.I pray before starting to review, god knows how much I prayed to him those times. I am so thankful up until now.

My Review Materials

I signed up to an online review. It was a premium membership from Review Master and got the soft copy editions of the reviewers in their portal which I downloaded and printed out. Together with those reviewers were Youtube videos on each topic. Like Subject: Math > Lesson 1: Basic Arithmetic ( they have like a maximum of 10 lesson on each subject) > Chapter 1 (up to 10).

I don’t know if you clearly understand me but each chapter had a Youtube video which was helpful and easy to understans. I used to download the playlist and watched them in the classroom (but I barely reviewed at school, it didn’t work for me, I always liked the home- feeling- review).

And I had this reviewer from well-known review center (I can’t tell you where it came from, my cousin might get sued for unauthorized distribution.) It was really a lot of help. I suggest you enter these kinds of review centers if you think your reviewer or your self- review process isn’t working.

My Reviewing Process (not so productive self- review)

I started reviewing in June, which was a hassle because I had classes to attend to. It was a lot harder when you had Accounting on your back. Not to mention Research!

Time Management of course, no surprise there, but if you have full classes and so much projects to do, it is a dead end. But I tried to trick my brain, my phone wallpaper that time was a screenshot of vocabulary words that each time I open my phone there were words I learned or somewhat, unconsciously learned. I even read books or novels (it was in .epub form so I could always read anywhere-- this was the thing I usually do at school during vacant time) that was so hard to read, I could cry! like the giant man who floated into an island with tiny people-- I forgot it's title.

So every Wednesday, we only had one subject, I didn’t go to school for this one subject (Accounting, I had low grade here ha! I am a bad student, I really don’t give so much f*ck about my acads, I only needed to pass UPCAT— that was right there a very clear determination, but I won’t suggest it).

Or if I had full day of class, when I got home I changed my clothes (always the comfortable ones) and headed directly on my study. I only stop when dinner is served, then got back again, I always finished at ten pm. I valued every sleep I could get but sometimes I couldn’t stop surfing the internet till like 12 am (not really recommended). And on Saturdays and Sundays, it was all review time!

You might find this process really hard, but I was anxious to finish all the chapters and I was always behind my schedule. Like this math part should only take three days so I would have enough time for other subjects, but it didn’t happen!

Now I am not suggesting you should review like I did, but you should find out what time suits you best on studying. I read it all over the net (when I was reviewing, I read a lot of reviewing hacks; I was a big google searcher!).

Examination Day

Pray

Breakfast

You better had nice long sleep before this day

Bring the prescribed pencil (Monggol 2)

Eraser (the rubber on the tip of the pencil is better, its way faster to erase)

ID

Water (important)

Candy (I didn’t know why, but I became self conscious in that testing room, I couldn’t move or what I just ate candy during exam then the skyflakes after the exam).

Dry snack (You won’t like to wet your test paper or answer sheet).

During the exam I found the math the hardest, reading comprehension the easiest (I had a lot of spare time here).

So, should you skip questions that you don’t know or do eenie-meenie?

I never left anything unanswered even in math which like three fourth of that exam, I was answering blindingly.

Reason: Don’t answer then you are automatic 0, I know you are being wise 25% of mistakes will be deducted in your whole score. But consider this sample:

You have ten items you don’t know. If you try to just shade it and make three guesses right at the very least, you made have seven mistakes (7 mistakes multiplied to .025 is equal to 1.75. Three right guesses minus 1.75 (0.25 part of your mistake) = 1.25 which is better than getting 0 out of 10 items.

If you aren’t confident on math, don’t fall asleep at reading comprehension and try to answer it at your best. I think this part saved me.

After Exam

I could breathe again. No reviewwwwwwww. I just pray and pray even if I was hell anxious. I tried to apply for other campus in our local area, but I wasn’t sp hyped about it and I didn’t really want to. I let the days passed by until the application days were gone and my sister won’t be able to scold me for not applying anywhere. And I keep my faith on UPCAT. I was crazy technically; I just took only one exam. I chanted to myself “God is good” every time I doubt I could get in.

When the results were proclaimed to be out, posted in UP Diliman Campus, there were people who took pictures of the list on the campus and shared it in Facebook, I kept trying to read the posted pictures (all blurred and hard to read because that time, the online results weren’t posted yet. But I couldn’t wait anymore. My eyes were squinting on the screen of laptop, and then I saw my name, I cried. And was so frustrated to myself, I mean I was aiming for UP Diliman, but got in UP Baguio, then I thought (why the f am I crying, I still got it in out of nearly one hundred thousand participants, I had no right to cry. So I just thank God!).

I’ll tell you my motivation: I watched sport news about Philippine Campuses including UP of course, there was Robi Domingo and Gretchen IDK talking and talking about how great that school was. I even saved it in my YT playlist. After watching it and pep talking myself why I should review, why I shouldn’t let my lazy self win, I started grabbing my pen again.

Note:

I only put UP Baguio in my second choice of campus to save my ass if I couldn’t pass to main campus. The different campuses have different grade requirement. UPD I think is around 2.2 while UPB is 2.5 (I am not sure, you should check this out in main UP website to learn the ropes).

P.S.

I think this blog is badly written. But I thought I should try to help out. I know what you need, real time confessions of this very mean college exam haha.

Comment down if you have more questions. I will be very much happy to help.

[maxismatchccworld]

Get To College Mod V3

Created for: The Sims 4 by itasan2

Information The version 3.0.0 is now available! (February 7, 2019) The mod is compatible with the patch of February 5, 2019 (PC Version 1.49.65.1020). Changes in Version 3.0.0 1. Enable to build/place a university lot in Del Sol Valley 2. Enable to build/place a university lot in Selvadorada 3. Integration/Compatibility with the latest Zerbu's GoToSchoolMod, VenueChangesMod and TurboCareersMod 4. Bug Fix Because of a patch, a sim couldn't get a career advantage (career-level-4-start) after the graduation but now it works properly. 1. Introduction I like GetToCollegeMod very much. I heard the original creator “simmythesim” semi-retired from modding but I didn’t want the mod outdated yet. So I updated the mod for December 2015’s patch at first. Since then, I've been updating the mod on my Tumblr site "Everyday Life in Sims World" for GetToCollegeModV2. For GetToCollegeModV3, I finally got a permission from the original creator "simmythesim" so I can upload here Mod The Sims. Thank you, simmythesim!   2. Mod Description GetToCollegeMod introduces a college system to the Sims 4. After your sim becomes a young adult or older, the sim can go to the university using EA’s active career mechanism (requires Get To Work Expansion Pack) as well as Zerbu’s GoToSchoolMod which is for children and teens. The original description of simmythesim is on the MTS site. 2.1 Majors A student sim can chose a major from three majors - Music, Fine Arts and Physical Education. The start level (GPA) is affected the final level of high school. GPA4.0 for high school grade A, GPA3.0 for grade B and C, GPA2.0 for grade D and F. If a sim started with YoungAdult or older, it is GPA3.0. 2.2 Weekly Schedule in the College Life Sunday … Holiday Monday … Activity Day Tuesday … Lecture Day Wednesday … Activity Day Thursday … Lecture Day Friday … Presentation Day Saturday … Holiday The First Day … The student sims get to know their classmates. Activity Days … The student sims do things that train them for the real world - Working out for Physical Education, painting / woodworking for Fine Arts, and playing instruments for Music. Lecture Days … The student sims learn from their hopefully awesome professor. Goals for these day involve Watching the Lecture and Asking Questions. For Watching the Lecture, you should click on the Podium (a podium for your university), then select “Watch” interaction. For Asking Questions. you should click on another sim, then select “Ask Questions“ interaction in Friendly category. Presentation Day … The student sims give their presentation to their class. If your sim doesn’t study for the presentation day, he or she will lose a lot of performance, likewise, if your sim studies before it, they’ll get a huge boost to their grade. For giving your presentation, you should click on the Podium (a podium for your university), then select “Give Presentation“ interaction. Graduation Day? … This is the last day, say your goodbyes to your friends and enemies on this day. This takes place on Day 20 (default), which can be change to Day 5, 10 or 15 by the mod option file in "SchoolDays_SelectOnlyOne" folder. You have to talk with a sim before saying your goodbye to the sim. If you want to see how many days your student sim went to college so far, please use my Show/Search Sim Info Mod, which shows “active / all days worked” on the Career Info dialog. Technically, your student sim can graduate after all days worked is 19 (the length of school term minus one) or greater. So your student sim can go to the rabbit hole until all days worked is 19 but at least the sim have to go to the University LOT after that to graduate and get a hidden graduation trait. Don't forget to quit the university career after the graduation. You have to quit the university career manually. After the graduation, your sim gets their qualifications to start at level 4 of their dream job - Entertainer Career and Business Career for Music major, Painter Career and Business Career for Fine Arts major, Athletic Career and Business Career for Physical Education major. 3. Tip From simmythesim One of the most important things to do in University is to study. To actually study, purchase the “University Supplies” from the Bookshelf or the Build Catalog and study to your heart’s content! Warning: Like real life, studying takes a loong time, and takes about - I think four hours, so your sim will have many sleepless nights in their quest for the highest grade! If they don’t study, even if they perform well in their tasks at the University, they’ll get worse and worse grades. So please, make your sims study! 4. Installation, Update and Uninstallation 4.1 Install To install, unzip the downloaded file to your mods folder. The mod needs to be placed directly in /Mods or one level below that (see the screenshot). You have to chose the length of school term from “SchoolDays_SelectOnlyOne“ folder - the unchosen option files must be removed. If you don't use Zerbu's mods , delete "CompatibilityWithZerbuMods_IfNeeded" folder. If you use Zerbu's mods, please read the configuration in #5. The mod requires The Sims 4 Get To Work Expansion Pack. If you use the original version (by simmythesim) or version 1.x or 2.x of Get To College Mod, no problem. Just delete the old mod files. Your student sims can continue to go to the current university.  Oh, don't forget to delete 2 cache files (The Sims 4/localthumbcache.package and The Sims 4/cachestr/spotlight_xx-xx.package) too. 4.2 Update To update, delete the old mod files and 2 cache files (The Sims 4/localthumbcache.package and The Sims 4/cachestr/spotlight_xx-xx.package), then unzip the downloaded file to your mods folder. 4.3 Uninstall To uninstall, just delete the mod files and 2 cache files (The Sims 4/localthumbcache.package and The Sims 4/cachestr/spotlight_xx-xx.package). You can continue to play your sims after deleting the mod. 5. Integration/Compatibility with Zerbu's Mods 5.1 GoToSchoolMod Compatible. You can use both mods at the same time. 5.2 VenueChangesMod Needs the following configuration. Replace "Zerbu - Venues.package" with "Zerbu - Venues_WithGetToCollegeV3.0.0.package". And delete "Ita_GetToCollegeV3.0.0_VenueList.package". After the configuration, you can use both mods. If you use both mods, you can build the university lot even on Windenburg's special lots (Von Haunt Estate, Ancient Ruins, The Bluffs) ! 5.3 TurboCareersMod Needs the following configuration. Replace "Zerbu - Turbo Careers Mod Pack - Career Overrides.package" with "Zerbu - Turbo Careers Mod Pack - Career Overrides_WithGetToCollegeV3.0.0.package". And delete "Ita_GetToCollegeV3.0.0_CareerStartLevelModifiers.package". After the configuration, you can use both mods. 6. University LOT Requirements You can build the university in any world. There are three university lot type - Music Building, Fine Arts Building and Physical Education Building. To select a custom lot type, build or download the university, quit the Build mode, re-enter Build mode and change the lot type. At least, you have to select a university lot type for your student sim’s major. You can also build plural same major buildings like two Music Buildings. In that case, you student sim will randomly select from those universities every day. 6.1 Requirements for all majors A “podium for your university.” (included in the mod) and a classroom. Bathroom for your sims bladders. A cafeteria. 6.2 Requirements for Music Building At least 11 instruments. 6.3 Requirements for Fine Arts Building At least 11 easels, preferably only one woodworking table. Art to view and critique. 6.4 Requirements for Physical Education Building At least 9 workout equipment and a swimming pool. 7. Sample University Lot If you want to use a sample LOT, please use my Newcrest University (NoCC). To use this LOT, replace the microphone in the church with the podium which is include in the mod.

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