#i graduated highscool

[maddogmp3]

the most unrealistic part of heathers (the musical) is that the heathers don't already know who veronica is. assuming the class of 1990 was majority unchanged from kindergarten to senior year, as martha implies in her song kindergarten boyfriend where she expresses crushing on kurt since kindergarten, the heathers should know who veronica is. even if they don't talk on a regular basis, they walk the halls with her, they've gone on school field trips with her, they should know who she is.

[antoncyng]

౨ৎ. win your love - n.rk

synopsis - as the girlfriend of a basketball player who everybody else is scared of in highschool, you can say its fun seeing him change so quickly at the sight of you.

warning(s) - none i dont think ??, some parts might be cringe ngl, niki’s a basketball player ofc, takes place in highschool, fem!reader, kissing | wc : ? [ not proofread ]

dating the cold-looking, “scary”, rich basketball player in highscool from your sophomore year to now senior year, where you’re about to graduate, was definitely not on your bucketlist you made back in middle school.

but look at yourself now, making small promises with your boyfriend of 3 years now that make the butterflies in your stomach rise and flutter everywhere.

“if i make more than 2 baskets, at the end of the game you have to let me give as many kisses as i want, deal?” niki said, sticking out his pinky while stars twinkled in his eyes.

“deal.”

and of course, that’s what happened. anticipation ran through your blood while watching your boyfriend speed through the court while dribbling the ball in his hand, your fingers gripping the bleachers you were sitting on until your knuckles went white as he shot his forth basket, right as the ball hit the net, the buzzer went off throughout everybody’s eardrums.

he made it.

niki’s basket made the team win, standing up in joy along with everyone else who was watching the game. running down the bleachers, jumping into the arms of a niki who was already waiting for your affection.

“you did it!” you exclaimed in excitement while kissing both his cheeks multiple times, he closed his eyes with a proud smile on his face that said loudly ‘everyone, this is my girl.’ he stopped your kisses with a tap on your waist, his hands already there.

“this is supposed to be my job, silly” he choked out with chuckles while you continued to kiss his face with pride.

“does this mean i won your love?” he asked, eyes now wide open and staring down at you with affection full in his eyes.

“you always have my love, ki.”

au - i lowkey hate this but i need something to post because i feel like i am getting forgotten (^o^) anyways!! i hope you guys enjoy this a lot more than i do, more works coming out soon!! love you all my babies 🤍 - 🐹

[coffeecakefanfics]

Smoke Rings and Regrets- Satoru Gojo x Reader

Contents: College AU! Highscool classmates! Nerdjo!!! Slow burn babyyy! Marijuana use (future explicit drug use), alcohol consumption, foul language, pining, SFW (eventual smut)

Not proofread (when do I ever honestly? Maybe I should lmfaooo)

“Come on Satoru, it won’t be that bad,” Suguru shot his best friend a glance as they walked into the huge house hosting tonight's party of choice, “you might even have fun. You remember fun don’t you?” His teasing smile was more than enough to cause the white haired man to roll his eyes. 

Satoru Gojo was NOT one for parties.  He decided a long time ago that he’d rather have his nose buried in a book or typing away on his laptop.  It’s not even that he was an introvert, in fact he was pretty popular around campus.  He just didn’t find the point in standing around a strangers house getting drunk and high while surrounded by music that was always too loud and people who had zero spatial or situational awareness.  But his friend begged him to go out for a change. Seeing how much this meant to them he found it really hard to deny them, besides maybe he might’ve changed his mind since the last party Geto and Shoko dragged him to.

The house was filled with people. The living room was crowded with groups of people dancing, the couches were full of people passing around a joint, there was a beer pong table in the dining room.  Hell, even the kitchen was full of people passing out shots and restocking the coolers full of college punch .  

“This way,” Geto said, sliding open the back door. The backyard was lit with string lights .  A covered back deck had a large group of people gathered playing darts.  Geto snagged two cups off the plastic white table as they walked past. Another group was playing some kind of game on the lawn. 

“Splash zone!” A crowd yelled, Satoru stepping back just in time to be missed by the guy cannonballing into the pool to his right. A half hearted “Sorry” was tossed his way before the pool group erupted into laughter. God he hated parties.  He pushed his glasses up his nose and stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets rejoining Geto on his mission out to the garden where a gazebo sat in the center.

“Y/n!” Ghetto called.  The girl sitting with her back to them whipped her head around to see who the hell was calling her. A giant smile broke out across her pretty face, she waved Geto and him over.  Satoru froze, his mouth running dry at the sight of you sitting underneath the lit gazebo roof.  You looked so different than you did when yall graduated.  Adding onto the simple hoop in your nose you now had a barbell through your brow, an industrial, daith, helix, your ears were slightly gauged.  You had ink covering your arms, the center of your throat, he even saw a bit of ink peeking from under your crop top. His heart nearly stopped at the sight of the floral pieces cupping the bottom of your ass cheeks below your shorts. 

“Satoru Gojo? Is that you?” you beamed at him.  

You knew his name? Since when did you know his name?  The two of you shared a couple of classes back in high school. You always sat in the front of the class with your group of cheerleader and football friends.  You really were a beauty back then, usually in pretty dresses or cute little tops.  Always had your hair done and a face of simple make up on.  You were the picture of a stereotypical popular girl really, except for the fact that you were one of the few people who were nice to him.  Always polite with a simple greeting every time you passed him in the hall or library.  You guys had had a few simple conversations about books you each were reading, how classes went, how that one professor was a dick.  Simple things that didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things, or so he thought. 

“Y/n? Wow you look-” he trailed off. 

“Different I know,” you let out a chuckle.  Your laugh was still as sweet as he remembered it.  “I went off to college and found my style.  But you haven’t changed hardly at all it seems”  He shrunk a bit at those words, suddenly feeling judged.  You must have noticed because your smile dropped and your tone turned apologetic.  “That’s a good thing I promise! I always liked who you were back then” his blue eyes met yours again.  God they were looking at him so soft and warm.  He could’ve melted right then and there. 

“You liked who I was huh?” he almost scoffed. 

You nodded, “yeah, You were always such a sweetheart.  You were the only person to treat me like an individual and not who everyone thought I should be.  I appreciated that, I should’ve said so back then”  your confession took the air from his lungs.  Did you really notice him that much?  He’ll admit that he had a crush on you, who didn’t, so he wanted to know you.  All of you, not just the popular girl.  He was always too scared to take it further than polite conversation.  Despite numerous attempts from his friends, namely Suguru, to confess he never did. 

“I-” he stopped unsure of what to say, “I’m sorry more people didn’t care to know you” he spoke carefully. Your smile turned sad, “I’m sorry too” You took a deep breath. “Anyway, enough with the sad, sappy, woe is high school us.  What have you been up to? What’s your major?” You asked.  The three of you took a seat under the gazebo.  

“I mean I’ve been working on getting my degree in Computer Engineering . I don’t exactly go out much so that’s mostly it. What about you? How’d you and Suguru meet up?” He pushed his tortoise shell glasses up his nose. The lenses accented his eyes so beautifully.

“That’s fucking impressive.  You always were so smart. I’m a culinary major, pastry arts to be exact.  I’m a business minor.  I’m taking Econ 102 and it was kicking my ass. I recognized Geto and asked if he’d tutor me.  I offered to pay of course, but upon finding out that I had a dealer he only asked for drugs as compensation.  So I pass Econ and he gets to smoke some good weed” you shot a jokingly pointed look at Geto who held his hands up in defense.  

“My dealer ghosted me, It was a win win” 

Gojo looked between you two.  So you’re his thursday “appointments”.

“Speaking of!” Your voice was excited as you pulled a blunt  out of your bra. “Wanna spark up?”

“You know I do,” Suguru scooted his patio couch closer to you.  “Satoru?” his friend asked. Satoru stared at the blunt for a second.  He’s smoked with Shoko and Suguru before, but never at a party, and never with someone who was basically a stranger to him. 

“You totally can say no, no peer pressure here” your smile melted his resolve.  Still so sweet. 

“Yeah fuck it” 

“Hell yeah!” You beamed and patted the seat next to you.  Gojo took the seat tentatively, like if he moved too fast you’d change your mind.  You took the first couple of puffs.  He watched the smoke blow past your soft, pink, lips.  The way it wrapped around the air was mesmerizing. 

“Don’t feel like you have to take a lot” you passed him the blunt.  He let the smoke fill his lungs before slowly exhaling.  The weed burned his lungs, making him cough harshly and hurriedly pass it to Geto who laughed at his friend.  “Pussy” came from his lips which earned a sharp look from you.  It only made Geto laugh more.  

“You good?” You asked softly as he spit into the grass next to him.  He took a ragged breath and nodded. “Yeah, forgot how hard the first hit is” he nervously chuckled. 

“You took it like a champ” your praise made the tips of his ears burn. He watched you take another puff, coughing up a lung of your own.  The tobacco from the wrap had his tongue tingling, and the weed had taken hold of his brain, relaxing his thoughts.  He held the blunt in front of his face.  “Damn that’s good” he spoke quietly.

“Oh yeah, I don’t fuck with that weak shit” you tucked your legs under you.  

“I can’t believe I never knew you went here” He passed the blunt to Suguru and turned his attention to you

“Well I did change like my whole look,” you laughed, that sweet sound hitting his ears again.  “Besides, I keep pretty to myself anymore” 

“Y/n!” A gruff voice called your name.  All three of your heads snapped in the direction of the voice to find Ryomen Sukuna stomping over to you.  

“However the past still seems to follow me” you sigh and close your eyes a second. 

“What Sukuna?” your tone was sharp, unforgiving.  

“Don’t sound so mad baby,” he wore his signature smirk.  “I just wanted to say hi. Saw your pretty self sitting over here” his voice was thick and sensual. Your eyes rolled harder than Gojo had seen tonight. 

“Why-” you close your eyes for a second, collecting yourself again “nevermind, let’s go” you nod for Geto and Gojo to follow you.

“Hold up, is that little Toru?” his voice dripped in the same malice that tormented Satoru through high school.  His stomach flipped at memories of Sukuna teasing him for everything he could find, his glasses, him keeping to himself, him being a virgin, his physique. 

“Sukuna don’t you dare start with your bullshit” your voice was venomous.  So different from the sweet cheerleader who Sukuna chased for years. He held his arms up in defense, mock offense on his face. 

“Whoa what did I say? I didn’t say anything” his voice was sickeningly playful. 

You rolled your eyes and shoulder checked him on the way past him.  You felt his burning gaze on the tattoos on the back of your thighs, followed by the way your ass moved against the denim.  Without turning around you threw a middle finger at the large man, who simply threw his head back and laughed in response.  Suguru clasped Satoru’s shoulder and the two followed you through the house to the dining room.  

“Satoru I need a partner” You held up the pong balls.  

“I’ll be your partner” a random girl drawled at Suguru who smirked at her in response.  It was Satoru’s turn to roll his eyes. 

“I’m not very good,” he confessed to you.  

“Oh neither am I, But I wanted to be doing something to avoid unwanted attention” your smile was sympathetic.  His cheeks burned at the realization that you dragged him in here to escape Sukuna.  You were bringing back the burn in his belly that haunted him throughout high school.  If only 17 year old Toru could see himself now.  He would've called you a liar if you told him he’d be playing beer pong next to you in college having a conversation about what has been going on the past three years since graduation.  

“God damn it! I thought you sucked at this!” Geto hollered at his friend as he removed another cup from the table.  

“Physics and shit dude” he smirked, pushing his glasses back up, lining up his next shot.  The crowd around the table cheered as he took another cup off the board.  

“Yes!” You exclaimed and wrapped an arm around his back, giving him a side hug that had his whole body buzzing with electricity.  Or was it the blunt? No it was definitely you.  The way you bit your lip while you concentrated on your shot.  The jump of excitement as your opponents were left with two cups.  He watched your tongue swipe along your bottom lip, tugging his own between his teeth. The crowed lost their minds as you sunk the second shot.

“Balls Back!” You exclaimed excitedly. 

“That’s what she said,” Geto laughed as he tossed you the balls. 

“Oh shut th fuck up,” You rolled your eyes playfully and handed Satoru a ball. 

“Okay partner, so no pressure but i’d like to win here so” you had a glint in your eyes, your tone teasing. 

“Oh yeah no pressure” he scoffed and took his stance, lining up the shot.  Your lip was going to bruise the way you bit it.  You both held your breath as he let go of the ball.  The room was silent until the clink of the ball hitting water sounded.  The room erupted.  Your arms flung around his neck, cheering.  He wrapped a shaky arm around your back, holding you against him until you pulled back.  

“I think I found my permanent pong partner,” you were laughing and beaming.  A ray of sunshine covered in dark ink. 

“I call it beginners luck” he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, moving away from the table letting the next teams up. 

“Well either way, that was fun. Thank you Gojo” The way you looked up at him had his knees nearly buckling. 

“Hey Toru, it’s getting late and we have a 9 am tomorrow,” Geto slid his way to your sides. 

“Shit okay,” he ran his fingers through his white hair. “It was great seeing you again,” he flashed you a smile. 

“Wait,” you whipped your phone out and handed it to him, “Can I get your number? I’d hate to lose touch again”  His heart was hammering in his chest as he punched his number into your phone.  His fingers trembled as he typed the digits.  “Perfect” You said when he handed your phone back.  “Goodnight you two, get home safe okay?” you waved goodbye and disappeared into the crowd of party goers.  

“Well?” Geto shoved his shoulder. 

“Well what?” he rubbed the sore spot.

“Did you have fun?” his friend asked with a knowing smirk.  

“Yeah yeah” he waved his hand.  

Ping 

He pulled his phone out and smiled at the text on the screen. 

Hey, just making sure you didn’t give me a fake number ;) Would you wanna grab lunch tomorrow? I’d love to catch up some more

Maybe parties weren’t so bad after all

[yuyu1024]

I dare you

Pairings: Seonghwa × y/n

Genre/tags: enemies to lovers

Warning: 🔞🔞 smut/angst cursing, insulting/teasing/mention of bullying, Sensual touching, making out, a little fluff? Pet name [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 3.7k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: respot. Check pinned post♥️

*******

Transferring schools have always been a constant thing for you. It is not by choice. Your father's job requires him to move every two to three years. So since you were young, you've always been alone and distant with everyone because why bother having friends if you're going to move again after.

It's been almost 2yrs since you to your new highschool. This is the school where you'll be graduating next year Well, that's what your father said. He requested for his company to allow you guys to stay longer so you could finish highscool here. Then for college,well... let's see.

You are the quiet type. You don't talk much unless your classmate talks to you. They are all actually nice and respectful of your bounderies. Except one. Your seatmate.

Your supposed to be seatmate, a girl, had to move seats because she was forced by Seonghwa to move. He said he wants the seat at the back and beside the window so he can sleep peacefully. What a jerk. He just suddenly decided to move just because.

You don't talk to him. Your table and his' have a gap so you could not hit his table to bother him. You do your best to avoid him. But on the other hand, he keeps pestering you. This brat always kicks your chair when he arrives every morning. He then also pulls your pony tail when he walks pass you by the hallway. Then there was an instant where you two accidentally met on the rooftop where he usually hangs out and you just wanted an alone time, he was all over you. Literally, caging you between his arms while he talks shit about why do you act like this or that. Or he hates seeing you this and that.

It is too much!

He even got to the point where casually touches you from behind when you wear your P.E uniform. Just because he likes the shape of your ass.

Other students do notices what he does to you but can't do anything since they are all afraid of him. He's from a well off and known family in town with a scary ish background so they don't want to get involved and you understand it. Besides, you just brush it off since you know he hasn't harm you physically. Yet. And you hope that all he does is teasing and nothing more.

Yes he do touches you inappropriately sometimes but, you have to admit, you kind a okay with it. Not like any malice or what but what he's doing is much more better than your previous school.

They've physically hurt you. You got bruises and scratches because of it. The mean girl there did it just because of one stupid rumor that her boyfriend have a crush on you and you talked to him. But in reality, you guys talked because the teacher asked you both to give away the test papers. That's it.

Some people just don't use their brains sometimes. It's annoyingly stupid.

However, that doesn't mean whatever Seonghwa is doing to you is right. It's just.... not extreme nor harmul.

"What are you studying?" He asks, looking at you from his seat. Chin resting on his knuckles.

"Just doing my homework for English..." you answer, after glancing at him

"Already? That's not due until next week."

"I know."

"Then...Why are you doing it?"

"Because I want to."

"Why?"

"No reason."

"Why?"

You glare at him for a second and look away. "What do you want Seonghwa?"

"Nothing..." he smiles and then proceeds to lowering his head to sleep.

***

After the last period, everyone hurries their way home. All of them have plans to go home early, some will go to the mall or the arcade to play. It's friday and it's time for them to relax. But for you, it depends on how you will think of what's about to happen

"Yah, where do you think you're going?"

Seonghwa pulls the strap of your sling bag making you go out of balance and sit back to your chair.

"Going home." You glare at him

"You know, you're the only brave one who dares to look at me like that." He chuckles

"I don't care. What the fuck you want? I want to go home."

"Not yet." He smirks, "let's wait for everyone to leave."

"Why?"

"Just... stay put." He says

You know it's dangerous to be left alone with some bul!y but what can you do? Yeah you can fight him however, he is still a dude and athletic.

"The sun is setting now... the school will be closing soon."

"I know." He stood up and slide closes the classroom's door. "I just want to get to know you."

"What the fuck are you planning? You are already harassing me every single day... now what..."

"Harassing you?" He laughs, "y/n, I haven't even touched you..." then he snaps his fingers. "Ah right... beside your cheeky ass." He laughs

You roll your eyes looking away. "About that... would you stop doing that? Please ? You know you have no right to do that..."

"Why? Is your boyfriend going to be jealous of someone appreciating your asset?"

"You are such a bul!y!"

"Then report me..." he teases

"I don't need to bother. I know even the school is afraid of your rich family. It will just ruin my last year here in this town so... I am asking you nicely..."

"You're smart.." he then looks at you from head to toe. "What you mean last year... here?"

"None of your business... I'm leaving!" You turn your back to him and about to leave

"Hold on baby girl." He pulls your bag again making you whirl back.

"The fuck!"

"I said... hold on..." then he cups your face and stares at you.

"I'm going to scream... let me go!" You try to move away but he have you wrapped

"You have a scar..."

"Huh?"

"Here..." he then poked your left cheek bone. "What happened here?"

He touches you and you felt uncomfortable. But it's a good uncomfortable. You can feel your heart slowly beating fast.

You push him away and slide your bag back over your shoulder. "If you are curious about my scar just ask... no need to touch me!"

He smiles. He find you very amusing reacting. "So what happened to that? A clumpsy accident?"

You touch your cheek and try to remember what happened. "Hmm... A book?"

"A book?" He snorts like I'm trying to be funny "do you mean you slipped and hit your face with a book your holding or what?"

You're not offended or anything about him laughing. Of course he does not know your story. So, you just explain.

"Someone hit me..." you say, making him pause. "She said my face is annoying her... so she hit me."

Slowly raising you eyes to see his reaction. You didn't say a word after that reveal. He looks stunned and confused which confuses you as well coz' he must've done that before right? If not to you, maybe to other people.

"I see..." he finally speaks after a few minutes.

Then abruptly, he grabs his things and leaves the room. You keep looking around to see if this is some sort of prank or what. He just left. Thats not what he usually does when he picks on you.

****

A few days have passed. Seonghwa is nowhere to be seen. Oddly enough this is his first time missing school. He might be lazy or always sleeping and just hangjng around, that guy never misses a day.

You now wonder, what happened to him. Did he got sicl during the weekend that's why he's been gone for three days now?

Not going to lie, you are a bit worried. However, you can't also deny that the peace is well missed.

"Have you seen the news?" One of your classmates asks everyone in the room. "A group of students from Sunny Highschool got exposed from cheating on their exams! Plus asking money to their classmates and making them do their homeworks for them."

***just a made up school name.

Everyone got curious about her story. You were nonchalant about it so you just went on reading your book. However, when your classmate mentioned the names of those found guilty of cheating and removed from their cheerleading clubs, three of them were familiar to you.

The three girls that bul!ied you from your old school. The group of girls that pushed you, hit you with a book and sometimes steal your allowance when they need a new set of make up.

Relief feels your heart. They didn't said sorry to you, yes, but a good karma or any form of karma is already enough for you. Atleast they their face is out there now. People now know what kind of humans they are.

"Are you happy now?"

All of a sudden, you feel a presence hovering over you from the back. Both his hands are pressing on your desk.

"W-wait.. wha--"

You look behind and see Seonghwa looking at you dead straight into your eyes.

"You're here?"

He snorts a small laugh, "Do I look like I'm a ghost or something?"

You shake your head. "No."

He leans in more making you squeeze down. "I asked you... are you happy now?"

"Happy... for... what....?"

He then glances up to the girls still gossiping at the other side of the room.

"You know some of them right? The ones that got exposed."

"I do..."

"So...? Are you happy?"

You didn't answer just yet. You try to analyze how you feel and if it's right to feel that way.

"Relieved and safe." You say

"Good." He stands up straight and goes down to sit on his chair. "I'm going to take a nap... wake me up when the last period ends okay?"

"What? So you came here in the afternoon just to take a nap?" You raise a brow at him

He puts his head down his forearm, facing you. "Yes... and... I'm here to see you." He smiles and then goes on to closing his eyes.

What was that? You ask yourself.

You look back to your book. Staring at that one page and never moved on.

Then you hear your heart beating out of your chest. It echoes in your whole body. It scares you as you haven't felt anything like this before.

"Don't tell... me..." you mumble to yourself. "No...." you shut your book and quietly get up from your seat.

"Where are you going?" Seonghwa opens his eyes, looking at you with his sleepy eyes.

"Toilet..." you answer not fully looking back.

You waited until he goes back to sleeping before you rush out of the room.

****

The bell rings signaling that classes are over. You sigh heavily as you close your notes and put them in your bag. You are very not in the moment since after lunch. Suddenly, you feel tense and nervous.

"Why do you look so nervous?" Seonghwa pull his chair close to yours, making you flinch. "You're scared of me all of a sudden?" He says as he yanks your ponytail off.

"Hey!" Testify, frowning

"That's more like it."

"I'm tired today... so please... not today."

"I don't care."

He then grabs you by the forearm and pull you up to stand. "You're coming with me."

"What?!?"

You try your best to get off from his grip but he's too strong for you.

He drags you with him, all through out the hall way and then up the stairs. People are looking but he doesn't care. He only stopped when you guys are both out the rooftop.

"What the hell?!" You caress your arm and glare at him like the usual.

"A thank you should be enough." He says

"What? A thank you? Why would I thank you?"

"You heard the news..."

"Huh?" Then it clicks. "What did you do?"

He smirks proudly as he closes the door. "I did what I had to."

"And what is that?"

"Don't worry baby girl... no physical harm is done. If only I can decide on it there will be.. but they said... we can't risk it."

"I'm... confused..."

He walks towards you, hands inside the pocket and cocky. "I did what I had to... no one can get away from harming my baby girl..."

"I'm not your baby girl!" You move away. "Why did you even bother doing anything for me? All of a sudden? Don't you hate me?"

"Hate you? When did I hate you?"

"Are you serious? You always tease me, make my life miserable and make fun of me!"

"Miserable?" He repeats, "Really? I made... your life... misrable..." he slowly takes his steps towards you while you mimick it by stepping backwards. But then you back hits the wall. "Do you compare your days with me... to that dumb ass girl that physically hurt you?" He's voice suddenly becomes louder. It's the first time you hear him talk like that. "Do you want me... to hurt you?"

Your breathing picks up and you are terrified. You are looking directly at his face, waiting for whatever toture he will do to you.

"Answer me, baby girl..." he leans in, whispering.

"N-no..."

"And I won't." He answers, eyes glued to you. Actually his eyes are on your lips  "It never crossed my mind to hurt you... I just want to have fun with you..." his eyes then goes up to your eyes. "

"Fun? What game do you want to play? And why me?"

He laughs. His laugh came from his chest. "You know, you're not stupid but you're awefully blind..."

"Just get to the point!" You try to push him away but he fights back and pushes his body more closer. "Yah!"

He then shuts you up by kissing you on the lips. You're too stunned to fight back and too intoxicated to even say no. It is your first kiss and he is going for it. He is leading the kiss. He cups your face and then move to side to side to adjust to deepen the kiss futher more.

"Breathe..." he says as he pauses.

You're catching your breathe, looking at him. "I hate you...." you say softly making him smile

"As I imagined.. you taste so sweet." He licks his lower lip while gazing down at my lips.

You lean forward to his chest, hiding your face. "This is fucked up."

"Why? Is it because you liked it? Or is it because the one you kissed is me..."

"Both..." you push him again, this time it worked. "I'm going home..."

"Just like that...? You're leaving me?" He yells as you reach for the door.

"I need to get home!" You yell back.

"Can I go with you?" He tries to catch up with you walking down the stairs.

"And why is that?"

"Because I haven't seen you for days... and I need more time with you."

"You'll see me tomorrow. So stop following me!"

"But," he skips a few steps of the stairs and jumps in front of you, stopping you. "After that kiss... I want more..."

"No! Go home Seonghwa... please..." you try to escape him but he cornered you again. "You know I will not stop until you say yes... plus you know you want the same thing as I do. The way you kiss me back...is seductive." He tries to lean for a kiss again but you move your head away.

"People might see us here."

"I know... you ran out here... we are free to do whatever we want in the rooftop... I don't know why you are running away from me."

"I'm not! I just... I need to get home." You pout, "My cat... I need to feed my cat."

"Cat?"

"Yeah...my cat... I need to get home... to feed him..."

Seonghwa starts to laugh again. Its louder this time and his eyes is smiling too. It's a new expression you see from him.

"Fine. Go home."

"Thank you..."

"But I'm coming with you."

"What?!?"

"I need to see that cat if it's real... or you're just making it as an excuse so we can't make out."

"Seriously??" You sound frustrated.

***

You gave up on trying to fight him back. You tried. You really fucking tried but Seonghwa is hard headed and a person who does not know how to give up.

This is weird having him to come home with you. Your supposedly mean classmate that always gives you a hard time. Now, he is with you entering your empty house.

Empty. House. No one is around as per usual.

The reason why even when you went home with bleeding face or a bruised arm or legs, no one ever said anything because no one is present. They are all busy in their own lives.

Your father is always on site in his work. The most you see him is when you guys move houses. Then your mother, well, she's suffering same as you. Having no one really close and adjusting every town you go to. But her adjustment is different.

She met a guy a few years back. You caught them exchanging looks one time when your mother invited him for lunch to thank him for helping her with the house work. You were young back then but you knew what those look meant. Those were the looks your father and mother had before.

"No one is at home?" Seonghwa asks as both of you got into the living room.

"They are both away." You go down on your knees and call out your cat.

"Your place is super clean... and..." he then watches you feed the cat and sort out his toys. "The cat is real."

"Are you satisfied now? You saw my woosan?"

"Woosan? His name is woosan?"

You nod.

"I see..." he squats down and calls woosan to come over to him.  "He's sassy... ignoring me."

"He does not like guys I don't like." You spat out before leaving him in the living room to go to the kitchen. "Aren't you going to leave?"

"No..." he stands up and follows you. "I can accompany you... this place seems..."

"Lonely?" You finish his sentence. "It is... I rarely have anyone with me here..."

He then looks at you with concern. "Are you lonely?"

His question strikes straight to your heart.

You are alone in school. Yes you have friends there but they don't know you well enough coz you don't allow them too. Because you know if you move again, you will lost communication with like the usual.

Then at home, basically, you grow up with a broken family and it sucks that its only you that is hurting. Your father have no idea. All he do is work while your mother...

"Are you?" Seonghwa asks again to make you look at him.

And now, this person. Who you consider as a bul!y is the only person that ever asked you about your feelings and even made an effort to get to know you.

"I am... I guess..."

"Do you want to be happy?"

"I guess so..."

He then takes your hand and kisses your knuckles. "Can I try...?"

"Shut up!" You snatch your hand and turn around to grab a bottle of water from the fridge.

But before you could even open the fridge, Seonghwa already hugged you from behind. You squeal with surprise and then gasp as you feel his hand in your torso, skimming in underneath your top.

"S-seonghwa!"

He grabs you by the waist and whirls you around to face him. "Just give me a chance... to fill up the loneliness your feeling..." he lowers his head and begins to kiss you on your neck. "Stop fighting back y/n..." he holds both your hands up against the fridge. "I know you want it too..."

"But..."

"But what...?"

You look down, embarassed. "I... don't know... I haven't.... well..."

He let's you go. "Baby girl... are you telling me... you haven't had... any..."

"No. Never. Why? Are you going to tease me about it too?"

The way he smiles contain pure joy and amusement. "I never thought... that the feisty girl that have the nerve to push me around, yell and roll her eyes at me... can be this cute."

"Cute? You're calling me cute?!?"

"Yes!"

You squeal in surprise as Seonghwa picks you up, legs spread and puts you on top of the island counter top. No words were exchanged again after that. He began kissing you and never stopped even to give you a chance to breathe.

You don't know why all of a sudden you just gave uo and gave in. Your arms are so comfortably wrapped around his neck while your legs hugs his waist. Its like a puzzle piece that had been connected.

His hands are all over your back. From time to time he lightly tags your hair for you to let him have access on your neck before going back to kissing and tongue twisitng.

"Baby girl..." Seonghwa calls you smiling, running his thumb over your red and plump lower lip. "I'm guessing you don't have any condoms here with you?"

"No... why...?"

"Baby, I'm hard as fuck just from kissing you... If you don't have a condom... we can't have sex..."

"Why not?"

"It's not safe..."

"Oh."

"If you agree on having sex with me... I want it to be safe..."

"Why?"

"What do you mean by why?"

"Is it because... you fuck other girls too? You don't want to risk it with me? Well... if I agree... to... have... yeah..."

He laughs at you. "You see me everyday... did you ever saw any girl hang out with me?"

"No..."

"Then... no... I don't fuck girls."

"But when you go home... I don't... know..."

"Aw, baby girl... are you getting jealous already? We haven't even establish our relationship..." he teases

You punch him on his chest. "Fuck you!"

"Yes.... fuck me... I want you to fuck me... but we can't yet... but... speaking of..."

"What?" You're a bit annoyed now

"Should we make things between us official?"

"Official what? Fuck buddies?"

"Heck no! I meant... us... to date... me, to be your man..."

"You want to date me?"

"I just said it... right?"

"Why? Is it because you pity me? Or because you want to take my virginity?"

"Y/n... don't overthink things... I want you. That's it."

"But..."

"Stop with the but and or and whatever!" Seonghwa places his hand on your thigh and slowly slides it up and down until it got the momentum to reach the underneath of your skirt. "Just give it a try... talk to me... get to know me...give me a chance... and you'll not regret it..." he smirks, "I dare you..."

[redotter]

I definitely agree that math is not being taught as well as it could. But even then, memorizing anything for the sake of memorizing it is not fun, and I still feel like people complain less about having to learn a poem by heart than having to learn a formula by heart. There are good and bad teacher in any subject, yet math is disproportionally hated (english too, in some corners of the internet)

math rant, sorry

i genuinely think that math hating is a learned social behavior. you have to hate it to be relatable, otherwise you're a nerd - and not the eccentric fun kind of science nerd. also there is this assumption that if you're not naturally good at it, you shouldn't even try, which doesn't really exist for other subjects. like, students won't mind writing an essay, or doing arts, even if they're not amazing at it, but doing math when they might fail is somehow torture.

all these memes like "pythagoras is useless irl" and "satan put the alphabet in math" read to me like "the curtains were blue cause they were blue!!>:(" bs, but receive way less criticism online. do people even agree with the memes, or is it just herd mentality? cause honestly, why is math more useless than anything else we learn in school? why is saying "x-2=4" more evil than saying "what minus two equals four"?

of course, math people with low self esteem and condescending auras are also to blame for making math unappealing, as well as math teachers with no social skills lol. but the overall meme-ability of math hating sure is not helping, cause kids go into school with the expectation that math will be hard and they won't enjoy it

[2-dsimp]

Thank God your back! I hope Collage is going well for I'm still scared about it when I graduate lol TvT

I’m glad to be back!! Honestly from my experience going into my 2nd year, college is like an extension of high school. But the young adult version where you aren’t policed on where you go to spend your free time like in highscool.

There’s nothing different besides the workload which is dependent on the class of course!

The only main thing to worry about would be how you’d be responsible for keeping track of your class work schedule. Since the professors aren’t gonna remind you when it’s due like high school teachers (again depends on the professor! Some are nice some are indifferent each have their own course rules to take note of).

Besides that, right now I’m taking Algebra, intro to computer programming, and general biology. Which is going pretty well so there’s no need to be afraid of it!

[mrsparrasblog]

Highscool AU CoD Pt1

1 September 1990

Pt2

SIMON'S POV

"Your son will never be anything proper if he keeps going to that snob school," my father screamed at my mother as usual. It wasn’t like I wanted to go to that damn boarding school anyway; I didn't want to leave Tommy alone with my dad.

"He's got a full ride scholarship. Do you know how much money we're saving?" No costs for food for me, no hockey equipment, nothing; it was all paid for just so I could play hockey at this damn school.

"He's still with all these trust fund brats. These kids grow up with a silver spoon in their lives, he gets messed up and thinks he can study and do other crap."

"Jim, fuck off. Your son is going to be a hockey player, for fuck's sake."

I left the kitchen, walking back to my room, packing the last things I needed before taking the train to Exeter. The uniform mom bought me was two sizes too big. She said I would fit into it soon, but it wouldn't help my case that no one in this school wanted to talk to the scholarship boy. I just wanted to go to a normal school in Manchester, hang out with my mates, watch football with them, and not do hockey. I didn't want to become a professional ice hockey player, but I also didn’t want to disappoint mom, so hockey it is.

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The train would leave in 10 minutes. My family and I already stood at the rail.

"I'm going to write you, Tommy, and I'll come back most weekends." Tommy clung to my legs, desperate for me not to leave again like last time. I knew dad would probably beat Tommy up again for being so emotional.

"Dad."

"Son."

We only nodded at each other, and then mom hugged me tight, not wanting to let go of me. I walked inside the train, searching for an empty compartment. Hopefully, there was no one from my school on this train. I needed this time to prepare myself for the hell I would endure for the next year.

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I arrived at Exeter. The bus took me to my home for the next year: Northbridge Academy.

Around the gate stood all sorts of cars. Most students got driven here instead of taking the train like I did. Their cars would make dad fuss again about how posh this place is. Ferraris, Porsches, and Bugattis were the cars of the poorer students. They would probably laugh about Dad's Honda Civic.

My stomach growled. I knew it wouldn’t get food until the evening today in the mess hall. It was like a sort of ritual welcoming the first years, introducing them, mostly telling what their parents did for a living and which sport they would do in this school. I remembered last year when I was introduced: "Simon Riley. Mom's a nurse, and Dad's unemployed. He will join the ice hockey team."

At that point, I knew I would get bullied after hearing all the things about the other students in my year. There was one scholarship boy too, Johnny. I thought we would be friends, but because of him being the goalie of our football team, everyone loved him despite his parents only being farmers. Of course, he befriended Kyle, the most popular guy around. He was filthy rich and posh. The girls all fancied him. He played as a striker, and rumors said that he would, after graduating his A levels, play for Arsenal.

"Sod off, Riley. Go back to where you belong, mud," Tiffany said as she spat on me. Tiffany was the most popular girl, but rather than Kyle, she wasn’t nice. She was mean and hated my guts, always telling me their family worked hard to achieve this place at Northbridge Academy, while I got it gifted. So she made me deserve it in other ways by bullying me with her little girls squad. But who cared?

A giant approached me, giving me a handkerchief and speaking in the most broken English I've ever heard. "Are you okay, little one?"

"Yes, it's okay, mate." He only nodded and went away.

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I sat back in my class and listened to Ms. Lawson, our class teacher, telling us all about this year's classes.

"Let me introduce you to a new girl in the class. Come on, Ms. König," she smiled at a girl who shyly walked in front of the whole class with a batch of red velvet cookies in her hand.

She is incredibly beautiful, but she is a trust fund baby like everyone else. I could already see it; she wore a Chanel bow wrapped inside her blonde curly hair. She was taller than me by several inches; she was at least 5'3" while I only reached 4'11". But I'll be tall like my Dad someday, hopefully. She was a bit different than the other rich girls, though.

She wasn’t as skinny as them; she was a bit chubby. I never saw the problem in being chubby, but my classmates always made fun of chubby girls. Poor girl won't survive a second in this hell. The teacher told us that her Dad was the founder and CEO of Kortac. I didn’t know what this was, but judging by the way my classmates gasped, she must be filthy rich.

"Hello, I'm Elisabeth. Um, I moved to Cardiff with my brother and my mom. I was born in Vienna, Austria. I do ballet, gymnastics, and I like to bake," she smiled.

"Well, we see that she likes baking," Tiffany whispered to Laurie, both of the girls giggling.

"You should probably be nice to her, Tiff. Mom told me about Kortac," Jilian said, and Tiffany nodded. I didn’t know what Kortac was, but it sounded like something not good.

Elisabeth walked towards the back of the class, sitting at the table next to me. What just happened? She smiled at me, reaching out with her hands towards me. It took two minutes till I grabbed it and shook it. "I'm Simon."

"I'm Elisabeth. Do you want a cookie?" She smiled and almost stuffed the red velvet cookie in my mouth. It was delicious, like an explosion in my mouth. This was so nice from her; she probably didn’t know that it would be her social ruin being friends with me. Slow fantasies about having a friend in this school crept up inside my head. It was unrealistic, but a nice thought; even if she was a girl, better than nothing, right? She was nice, and her cookies were good.

"Thank you for the cookies."

"I'll always feed everyone."

"You should never feed a stray dog," I joked. If she only knew her cookie was the first thing I ate in two days.

"Hm, but I like collecting stray dogs," she laughed. A friend. I had a friend. I couldn’t mess this up.

The girls' squad approached us; they probably would humiliate me, and then she starts to laugh at me.

"König? You should probably reconsider your taste in friends; this mutt here is on a scholarship basis here." God, how I hated Tiffany.

"Oh, I think I'll have great taste in friends. I mean, I'm not friends with you," Elisabeth smiled. She looked so sweet, and now she was protecting me in front of Tiffany. My new friend was a feisty one.

"He is poor, don’t you understand?" Tiffany scoffed, disgusted.

"What do your parents do, Tiffany?" and for a second, I was afraid she is now influenced by the 5'5 tall skinny Louis Vuitton-wearing cunt.

"My father is a plastic surgeon, and my mother is a lawyer," Tiffany chimed proudly, only earning a laugh from Elisabeth.

"This explains why you can only afford Louis Vuitton. So, Tiffany, my Dad is richer four times than your family, so I'm more than rich enough for Simon and me together. So please leave before I punch your smug face." Her eyelashes fluttered, and a mischievous grin spread across her face. While Tiffany walked away furious, earning us the glances of Kyle's squad.

"Sorry about that. I'm normally nicer; I just don’t like bullies."

"Don’t apologize; that was bloody brilliant."

"So, Simon, which sport do you do?"

"Ice hockey."

"Wow, I loved ice skating as a kid."

"Why ballet then and not figure skating?" I asked her, curious. She would make a great figure skater; she walks so elegantly and doesn’t slop.

"School provides only partner figure skating, and I'm a bit too heavy for that," I didn’t want to agree with her; I would probably struggle picking her up. But I couldn’t even carry 25 pounds. Coach told me I need to work on my strength this month, before I could react and try to say something nice, something weird happened.

"Awright, I'm John Mactavish, mah loue," John never associated with me, and now he comes to my table to speak with my new friend.

"I'm sorry, John; my English, I don’t understand you," she looks at him with apologetic puppy eyes.

"Ah, sorry, I'm Scottish, but if you’d like some tutoring, I'd be available, Ellie?"

“Don’t listen to MacTavish; he almost failed English last year,” I remarked snarky. Normally, I tried to down my sarcasm at this school, make myself as small as possible, but alone, her laugh was worth making myself noticeable.

"Shut up, mate, you're destroying my chances with Ellie."

"I hate nicknames," she grumbled.

"We'll see about that, Bonnie."

"Elisabeth, not Bonnie."

Sure, here's the corrected version:

"You're funny, hen," he laughed before walking away.

"Is everyone so intense here?"

"Yes."

"You don’t talk much, do you?"

"Not really."

"So, I think we will have a great friendship," she smiled at me, and maybe this year won't be hell after all.

"How come you can call me 'Si' but don’t allow nicknames?"

"Because I'm pretty and funny, Si," she pointed her tongue at me playfully.

"Pretty, yes, funny, no, Lizzie," she blushed as I called her pretty; the pink on her cheeks looked cute. Wait, what am I thinking?

"Really, Lizzie?"

"Yes, Lizzie."

After the feast and for the first time in this school not sitting alone eating, I went to the male dorms. Last year, I shared my dorm with a bunch of older guys from the team; this year, I got new dorm partners. I walked into dorm 13B and read the paper on top of it.

Garrick - Perfect. Kyle the jock was in the room.

MacTavish - Even worse than Kyle.

Riley

Volkov

König- Wait, isn’t that Lizzy's last name? But she is a girl, right? She looked like a girl, at least.

Price - He once punched a bully in the face, so he was nice, I guess.

I walked inside the room, seeing that everyone was already unpacking their stuff in the bunk.

Kyle's corner was full of his football trophy and posters of Arsenal London; he took the most place in the closet he shared with Johnny. Of course, he was one of the wealthiest kids in this school; his parents owned several newspapers, shops, and his mother was the heiress of British Petroleum.

Johnny's corner was messy, the wall full of little doodles. I never knew he'd like to draw so much; most of his normal clothes were full of paint stains. It kinda made him more sympathetic.

Nik and Price shared a bunk, like I'd thought; their side was full of posters from Nirvana, Guns N' Roses, and Metallica. Nik's father was the CEO of Aeroflot, so the little plane model didn’t surprise me. John's parents were a curse; his father was on the way to becoming the Prime Minister of England, making the press watch every move of him.

I decorated my room with some ice hockey posters and a picture of me and Tommy; I needed to write him a letter, or else he thinks I've forgotten him. The door opened, and the nice giant from earlier walked inside; this must have been Lizzy's brother and my bunkmate now.

"Hallo," he said awkwardly, ducking his head under the frame. He must be over 6ft tall; I wondered how old he is.

"That's König, mates. He isn’t very good with his English, so fuck off if you complain about his accent," Price commanded; he was like his dad, a natural leader.

"Man, how tall are you?" Johnny asked, curious and, of course, he didn’t know any social clues, idiot.

"1.88 meters."

"That's 6'2" Nikolai explained, knowing the metric system because of his Russian heritage.

I just closed my eyes, ignoring the banter of my roommates, finally falling asleep in that uncomfortable bed.

I woke up in the middle of the night by a cry from under me; that's awkward. I never knew how to react in this situation, especially if a 6'2" guy cries.

"Shh, Elli, es ist nur ein Traum. Ich passe auf dich auf. Sie finden dich nicht; du bist sicher, okay?" (It's just a dream; I'll protect you. They won't find you; you're safe.) It wasn’t his cry; it was Lizzy's. That made it only worse; I didn’t know if I could say or do anything, so I only listened to her sobs, like the weak boy I was. Dad was right; I am useless. I have a friend for one day, but when she is upset, I'm hiding in my bed, listening to her cry like a bloody coward.

The next morning, I went to the mess hall, sitting down next to Lizzie. I had a table now; I was finally inside of it.

"Ach du scheiße—what are you eating?"

"Uh, beans with toast and hash browns."

"That's disgusting," she sniffed.

"Did you even try it?"

"No."

"So why do you think it's disgusting?"

"It looks funky, and breakfast should be a hot roll with some homemade jam or maybe a butter pretzel."

"That sounds German."

"Austrian."

"So why are you eating cereal then?"

"They looked funny," she gestured at her fruit loops and smiled at the bright colors, giving me the spoon so I could taste it. It was an unfamiliar gesture, and she kinda behaved differently than the other rich girls; she behaved carelessly.

"Aye, scoot over, Simon," Johnny sat down at our table with his tray full of sausages and eggs, taking Kyle with him. Both sat down next to us; I felt like I was stuck in a parallel universe.

It got even worse when König, Nik, and John joined the table, making our table completely full. I didn’t like the new size of our friend group. Yesterday, I had only Lizzie, and now I'm stuck with five blokes.

"I'm John Price, by the way," he took Lizzie's hand and gave her a handkiss, making her blush and giggle, while König gave him a death glare. "No touching my sister."

"So, König, which football club do you like?" Kyle asked.

"FC Bayern München, you?" the giant answered.

"Arsenal will play for it someday," Kyle said proudly.

"Manchester United."

"Aye, Celtic FC."

"Of course, a Scottish club," I muttered.

"They're great."

"Tottenham Hotspur," John said proudly, and everyone besides Lizzie started to laugh.

"Mate, no, that's embarrassing."

"Shut it, Garrick."

"If I play for Arsenal, I'll beat Tottenham every day."

"You sure will," John rolled his eyes.

"Elli? Do you fancy a club?"

"I don’t like football."

"What the fuck?" everyone shouted at once.

"It's not hard; it's boring. Try gymnastics or ballet; that's a real sport, and not something where you whine because someone crossed you, stealing your ball," Johnny's and Kyle's faces fell down; how dare she insult their precious sport. It was actually funny how she had all her opinions and was never afraid to spit them out.

"You can come and watch my next rugby game; that's a real sport," John winked at her.

"No flirting with my sister, no touching my sister, no dating my sister until 18," König looked at John with his intimidating facial expression, ready to tower over all of us.

"Eighteen is a bit too early. Oh no, I never date at all; I'll grow old with a bunch of kittens," she smiled while fiddling with her bow in her hand.

"That's a loss for me, hen," poor Johnny will probably get beaten up by the end of the year if he doesn’t stop flirting.

"Why is your bow not in your hair, Lizzie?"

"Tiffany made fun of it, and she was right; it's childish."

"Du liebst deine Schleife?" (You love your bow?) Without a word, I stood up and took her bow and placed it on top of her head. This bow was probably more worth than my mom's paycheck, but still. She is my friend, so I need to be there for her like she protected me yesterday.

"Tiffany is a cunt; you want that bow, you wear that bow." The table agreed with my comment and enjoyed their food.

"What's your next subject, Si?"

"Chemistry."

"Me too," she said and grabbed my hand, pulling me with her to the next class.

[cinemastyles-blog]

Talk About Awkward

Summary: anon request from Wattpad - “hi! can u do one where they are bf and gf during highscool (so fbh), and they've been teasing each other throughout the day (like sexting), and as soon as school finishes, they go to her house where they start to like yk fool around (maybe she gives him🧠), and her parents (mom/ dad, doesn't matter) walk in on them doing that, and then they give them the sex talk yk like how what they were doing works and stuff.”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, slight praise kink, sexting, oral (m), sex talk, mildly filthy

FRAT BOY HARRY

You bit your lip as you read over Harry's text.

Harry: Can't wait to lift that dress of yours up after school.

You're in the middle of history learning about a certain war, but you're far too focused on other things to really care about some war that happened way before you were even born.

You glanced up, making sure the teacher was still facing the board,

You: I've been thinking about doing some things to you as well, baby.

You rest your phone in your lap, trying to take notes, but the thought of Harry doing things to you makes your brain feel dizzy.

You feel the vibration and bite your lip,

Harry: I want to be in between those legs so fucking bad and that dress you're wearing only makes me ache for you more

You loved being worshiped by Harry. It's one of your favorite things about him. He truly only has eyes for you.

"Miss y/l/n. Why don't you tell the class the answer."

Your head shoots up and you gulp, "Um, sorry. What was that?"

The class laughs and you feel your face turning red. He sighs and repeats the question, "Which two countries were the first to declare war on Germany?"

You sit up and lean forward, "Britain and France."

He raises his eyebrows, slightly surprised that you knew the answer, "very good." He turns around and the bell rings, causing you to jump slightly.

"Alright so your homework tonight is.."

You tune out your teacher as you go back to finishing your message to your boyfriend,

You: You have no idea how bad I want you in my throat, choking me.

You lock your phone and drop it into your bag before standing up. You go to walk out of the room and your teacher calls your name, "Y/N. A word please."

You sigh and slowly walk over to his desk, knowing you're going to get warned about texting during class.

"I hope whoever you were texting was worth missing out on learning what's going to be on Thursdays test." He leans back in his chair and you freeze.

You need to pass this test or you won't graduate, according to the guidance counselor, "I'm sorry, Mr. Keys. I promise I'll pass that test with flying colors."

He nods, "I believe it when I see it." He motions for you to leave the room and you can't help but laugh it off quietly as you leave.

——

You smile as you see Harry sitting at the table, "Hey." You lean down and kiss him before sitting next to him, "So I got yelled at for texting in class."

He raises his eyebrows, "Y/n. I told you not to get in trouble."

You lean in, taking one of his fries off his tray, "Worth it if you ask me."

He sighs, "Baby you need to pa-"

You lean in, whispering, "Maybe I need a good punishing."

He shifts around in his seat, "Baby.." he tilts his head as he fixes his beanie, "Don't say stuff like that." You smile and roll your eyes playfully, "Is that better than me sending you a picture of my boobs in the bathroom?"

He tilts his head side to side and sighs, "You got me there."

You laugh and glance at your history book, "I do need to study for Thursdays test." You look back at Harry and he has a smirk on his face, "I'll come over to help you study."

"Help me study.. alright." You smile and shake your head, "Don't think we'll be studying but you know, whatever works."

He wraps and arm around your waist as he slides his tray away, "Open it. We can get the studying out of the way now."

——

Last class of the day and you can tell that Harry is desperate for you at this point.

Harry: I can't even blink without seeing you on my dick. School needs to just end already

Thankfully, your last class of the day was a study hall and Mrs. Baker didn't really give a fuck what you did as long as you were quiet.

You: Soon baby then your thoughts will come true

Harry: Yours too. I'm shoving my dick down that beautiful little throat of yours

His words make you press your thighs together and you walk up to Mrs. Baker, "I'm running to the restroom real quick."

She glances up and motions for you to go without saying a word. You quickly make your way to the bathroom.

You go into the stall, locking it behind you before unbuttoning the top part of your dress and taking a picture to send to Harry.

You wait a few moments before seeing his chat bubbles pop up,

Harry: Such a dirty girl, sending me pictures like this while we're in school. Maybe I will have to punish you.

His words excite you,

You: you can do whatever you want, just wait until after I choke on your dick for a little bit

You button up your dress and walk out, fixing yourself before making your way back to class.

Harry absolutely loves when you talk about sucking him off, and you love doing it.

——

You can't help but smile as you make your way to Harry who is standing right by your locker.

"There she is." He holds his arm out and leans down to kiss you, "my dirty girl."

His words make you blush as you unlock the lock to put your books in, "Here I am." You look over at him and smile as you notice he's just staring at you.

"What?" You ask as you get ready to close your locker, but Harry holds it open and nods towards your books, "Aren't you forgetting something?"

You sigh as you grab your History book and give it to him, "I'm sick of seeing this thing." He shuts your locker and slings his arm around your shoulder as you walk towards the parking lot, "I know. I know."

——

When you pull up to your house, no one is home so you look at Harry with a huge smirk, "You know what that means."

He chuckles as he shuts his car off and gets out to come open your door. You step out and he reaches in the back to grab your guy's school items.

"Yeah, we get a quiet house to study in." He winks as he shuts the door and you laugh, "Yeah, okay."

You walk in the door, yelling out a slightly loud, "Mom? Frankie?" You look around, waiting for someone to answer but no one does so you and Harry make your way up stairs to your room.

You shut the door and make your way over to him, straddling him, "I'll take that punishment now."

He smirks up at you as his hands slip under your dress, "Will ya now?" He hums as you lean down to kiss his neck. You leave little nips and bites as you kiss down to his collar bone.

He gasps slightly as you suck a small mark onto it, "Baby." He moans lowly and slides a hand to your hair, pulling as he tilts your head back.

Your lips part as he looks at you, "I want that mouth on my dick."

You smile and nod, "Okay." You move down onto the floor in front of him, undoing his belt and jeans as he watches your every move intently.

You rub your hand over the bulge in his boxers before he lifts hip to shrug them down to his thighs. You rise up slightly as you take his dick in your hand, pumping it in a slow fashion.

"C'mon now, baby." He rests a hand on the back of your head and pushes down slightly, "Please?" He pushes his bottom lip forward in an attempt to fake pout but you just laugh, "Alright. Alright."

You build up as much spit as you can within a few seconds and lower your head. You take the tip of his dick into your mouth and suck as you move your tongue over it.

"Oh fuck, baby." Harry moans out as he tilts his head back, sighing at finally getting what he's thought about all day long.

What you teased him about all day long.

"Yeah, baby. That's it." He groans as you work your way down his dick, "C'mon baby. Take it all."

He pushes your head down as you dig your nails into his thighs. You gag on him slightly as he slips into your throat, "F-fuck." He gasps and holds your head there for a few more seconds.

"Shit." He breathes as you lean back. You smile while breathing heavy and go back in for more.

Harry laughs breathless as you take him back into your throat, with more ease than before, "Just like that. Shit."

He looks down, lips parted as he watches your head bob up and down, "So good at taking my dick deep in your throat, fuck."

He strokes your hair as you're busy working on trying to get him off before your parents get home, but it's too late for that.

"S-shit. Baby, I-" The door to your bedroom opening cuts Harry off, "Hey sweetie.." Your moms voice causes your to scramble to your feet, "I saw ha- oh, shit. Oh my god."

She slams the door and you look at Harry who has his lap covered with a pillow, "Fuck." You lay a hand on your forehead and Harry starts to laugh after a few moments of absolute silence.

"This isn't.. it's not.. Harry." You whine as you sit next to him, "My mom just walked in on me giving you a blow job."

After you said it, you had to laugh, "Oh.. my god.. my mom just walked in.. on me.. giving you a blow job.." you cover your face and Harry stands up and quickly pulls his jeans back up.

"I'm sure it happens to everyone." He sits back down next to you and rubs your back, "But I'm going to just climb out the window and I'll see you tomorrow."

He stands up, but your mom is calling both of your names.

"Fuck." You both say in unison.

"What do we do?" Harry asks in a panicky tone. You shrug, "I don't fucking know. I didn't think she-"

"Y/n. Harry." Your mom calls again and you sigh, "Maybe she'll just tell us to lock the door." You shrug, trying to stay as positive as you could.

But you were shitting your pants, let's be honest.

"Okay. Let's just go see what she wants and then.." you trail off and look at the window, "Actually, your plan is better let's g-"

Harry grabs your waist and pulls you to him, "It'll be fine. Let's not jump to any conclusions." He laughs at his own pun and you push his shoulder as you try not to laugh.

"Come on. It'll be fine." He kisses your head and you slowly make your way down the steps, Harry following close behind.

"Mom?" You call out and she steps out from the kitchen, "Sit on the couch. I'll be out in a minute."

You and Harry make your way over to the couch and sit on opposite ends, just to please your mom. You look over at Harry and fight back laughter.

"Okay." Your mom comes out, shutting you both up instantly and you watch as she walks around to sit on the table in front of you both.

"So.." she pauses and stares at the ground for a few seconds before looking at you, "I was your age when I started.. doing those things.. so I can't really yell at you, but what I can do is give you the talk."

You groan, "Mom."

She sighs, "Look I know you probably already know about all that stuff, but this is for my own reasoning. Condoms. Please. Use. Condoms."

"Mom.. we haven't done that."

She sighs and lays a hand on her chest, "Oh thank god." She looks up at Harry, "I love you, Harry. But I don't love you enough to see you stuff so just.."

Harry holds his hand up, "Got it."

You look over at Harry and back to your mom, "Mom. We're being safe. I promise. And when the time comes, we'll still be safe."

She takes a deep breath and exhales, "For the love of god just please, please please please.."

"Use condoms." You and Harry say at the same time and she nods, "Thank you. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go have some wine and try to forget what I saw."

She gets up and walks back into the kitchen. You look at Harry and lean in, "She probably has that bottle gone by now."

He laughs and shakes his head, "I would too if I was her and just walked in on that."

You and Harry get up and start making your way up ye steps when your mom yells from the kitchen, "Door open, please!"

You bite your lip and look over at the door then Harry. He purses his lips together and shakes his head, "Too risky." He says quietly and you smirk, "Sounds like a challenge to me."

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Im sorry for not getting these requests out right away, but I'm going to get them out asap.

Thank you for the request.

[green-alien-turdz]

I don’t know why but I physically jumped at u being my age, I thought u were in your late 20’s early 30’s

Oh haha yeah i was literally born in 2005. I just graduated highscool June of '23

[yw4thevenom]

only thing keeping me going is the distant prospect of living with the love of my life

but fym i have to wait until we both graduate highscool AND college ?????

[giorlie-thoughts]

Why am i like this?

I can do anything, or least i don't need to spend too much energy learning new things… But i don't really know what i like, who i wanna be or what i wanna do and this feeling of doubts is killing me inside to outside.

Reading this u can think that im a teenager in the last yesars of highscool but no. I already grow up and turn into a 24y womand that cant finish a graduation cause always have this type of crisis in the midle of the road.

Maybe i can guilt the autism or ADHD syntoms but i know thats not the big cause. I just cant look to myself in like 5y and say that she can be pround of me, cause the only thing that ive been thinking about this last years its how i hate this country that i born and having no progresse with anything in my life.

The culture, the laws, theres no justice here and i wanna cry when i think that if i finished my graduation ill be just living here, working here, biulding a life here in this place that i dont want my future kids living.

I wanna cry when i think in my situiation that i want to desperatly change, but don`t have any condidions to do that.

I wanna cry, cry, cry, cry, die…!

But i have some love that i can do anything to keep, so i`ll survive. I'll just breath deeply and maybe isolate myself for a few days and everything will be okay.

Its funny that my therapy are up to date and i'm still think 'bout this stuffs and havin' intrusive thoughts. I'm still a mess even with medications, a good therapist and a lovely wonderful husband taking care of me everyday.

Will I be better someday?

I don't know.

Can't I just fly away?…

[whaleofatjme1920]

I NEED AN OUTSIDE OPINION! Me and my friend were talking about highschool a few days ago, it's been a good 5 years since and she brought up this dude I dated. We dates for 2 years, all throughout Jr year and senior year with a break up that lasted about 2 months before we graduated and reconnected.

It was a fine and dandy relationship, we did separate some time after that because he went to one school and I went to another. Life stuff, you grow apart. Yk how it is

BUT. She said that throughout our relationship, his MOM was fucking weird. And yeah I saw it but I didn't see it how she saw it. She said it wad kinda creepy emotional incest and his mom was really really AGGRESSIVE to him and babied his at the time, 26 year old brother who didn't have a job, kept getting into car accidents, dropped out of highscool and had to go to an adult school, then dropped out of college, and was dating a girl who was borderline abusive emotionally and money wise. (The last one yeahhh he needed support but the other things...I think are on the mom bc she babied him too). She would baby his older brother, and be a CUNT to my ex, but then would have fits or like bad anger followed with a silent treatment the next day. What caused these fits? 1. Him doing shit for himself. And 2. ME

His mom never met me, only saw Me like 2 times from the window and decided that she HATED my guts. Granted she is like 60 and Mexican and my style is FAR from what traditional Mexican moms like but, she decided she hated me, never bothered to get to know, didn't bother to support him, and had fits of rage when it came to anything to do with me

Example 1. He got me roses for homecoming and a teddy bear with a sign, she saw. And was passive aggressive to him for the next 2 days. Example 2. He got me some very nice roses for valentines day Jr and senior year. He got silent treatment, passive aggressive behavior and the cold shoulder for 3 days. 3. When I encouraged him to do his own laundry, cut his own steak, and he did. She was not happy. BUT THE STRAW THAT BROKE THE CAMELS BACK, I told him he needs to start picking out his own clothes and she HATED THAT. (He was 16?...he should be doing that on his own? Idk why she got mad) Example 4, anything I gave him, she took away from him while he was at work or school and tossed. Example 5. Anytime he went to my house or out with me, cold shoulder/ ignoring. Or passive aggressive behavior. Example 6, he started making his own money when he got a job and he'd (rightfully) used it to buy whatever he wanted. Sometimes that included taking me out to dinner, or sending me some cash for dumb little bs things, it was never A LOT. But she would stalk his bank transactions and have massive fits followed by cold shoulder for a few days. Anything that had to do with me, she hated. He wanted to go to prom with me and she found out and saw the outfit I helped him pick and yk what her first thought was, "let me body shame my 16-17 year old son who's a bit insecure about himself". Again. Anything that has to with me. She goes absolutely psycho, she saw us hanging out after we graduated and it was summer time, she grouned him for the rest of the summer. And didn't let him out of the house without walking him to get picked up by whoever.

Like she HATED me and anything that had to do with me. And she would get really really AGGRESSIVE to him over weird things. Again, look at the rose example, he got me roses for valentines day and she took that right up the ass (not in a good way)

She has this weird history of like neglecting him in favor of his (at the time) adult brother who was freeloading off them and not contributing to the house. And then having massive tantrums when he obviously started to do things for himself.

Do you think this is emotional incest like my friend said. I thought it was just abusive, and I did help him start doing crap on his own and I helped him out of the house for a bit

His father wasn't really any help, he just kind of enabled his mother and let her do whatever she wanted. Now don't get me wrong I wasn't trying to be a bad influence on my ex, I wasn't abusing him, or using him or possibly putting him in danger but his mom just was very "anti-me" for no apparent reason. Even up until he turn 18 and after she tried to grip her claws into him. What's your opinion?

[shadow-305]

Hi, im Alseky as im the youngest brother of Liadria. I"m honest don't know what to do as im still a teen. I was able to graduate early from Highscool and it was a tough choice to make for my parent. they decied to let me graduate cause how smart i am. Im in college, taking one class as my parent want me enjoy my life.

going throuh our teenage phase!

spending time with my nieces.

[ticcitavvi]

weirdly off topic but like.

maybe it was just because of how insane and spotty my education was (literally in and out of school from 3rd grade to sophomore year of highscool, and living in very rural Texas)

but like. when I tell you I had never heard of the black panther party until junior year in highschool. and only because I watched a documentary that VAGUELY mentioned it and inspired me to research it. insane.

but tbh, black history month at my public school entailed the announcements mentioning one person, saying a very short description of their achievements, a day. so it would be "Martin Luther king was a prominent leader in the civil rights movement' and then move on to talk about what was being served at lunch.

and that about sums up the education I received in regards to POC history.

so anyway. now looking back there is a very large hole in my education.

I WILL SAY.

senior year, I was in a dual credit history class.

(which, for those who don't know, is basically a college class you take in high school which counts for both highshcool and college 'credit.' the idea is that you can then enter college having knocked out a fair amount of your prerequisites, and save money. both my brothers entered college with 1 1/2 years of college already completed, and graduated early. of course, I am not very academically gifted, so I still have to take the classic four. anyway, back to the point)

I am not kidding when I tell you that I learnt more about history, especially in regards to POC (and even more specifically in regards to the treatment and history of Native Americans) in that semester long class than I did in 17 years of public education.

god, not to get off topic but I loved my professor. he did not sugar coat things.

also learnt that the way we depict 'cowboys' in western media, old and new, is so patently false. People who claim 'cowboys' were only white men have no understanding of history- in fact, a pretty large number of cowboys were POC. and don't even get me started on what being a 'cowboy' even actually entailed.

back to the point- the fact that it took me so long to even just REALIZE that there was such a gaping hole in my education is absurd.

anyway. that's my little rant. have a nice day (๑˘︶˘๑)

[lostwcnderlands]

graduate night always seemed to bring in an eclectic sort of appeal to the club that had recently been inherited by xavier. having never done the whole university scene himself, the man didn't quite care much for the event, but did enjoy the various depraved souls eager to let loose && celebrate the final end of their grueling studies. who was he but a granter of such a debaucherous wish? xavier is used to people wanting his attention. used to them seeking him out, just as they had in highscool. always the center of a gathering, the loudest voice, the brightest pair of coastal blue eyes. under the neon lights here - he all but glowed. so it didn't strike the club owner as odd to have an vaguely familiar voice reach his ears, yet another greedy guest wanting a moment of his precious time. turning, xavier studied the man curiously- attractive, for sure, but not a face he knew. " maybe you have. i go a lot of places. " he answered with a smirk, but those lips cracked, widening further. why not take a bite? he admired the stranger's go-getter attitude to approach with such confidence. " i haven't seen you, anyway. i'd remember you, for sure, with eyes like that. "

open to: m/f/nb, anyone really muse: wyatt chambers. aries. bisexual ( masc preference ). ages 25-29. veterinarian fresh out of vet school plot idea: you and everyone else used to bully me in high school because i was a major nerd with a stutter, braces, glasses, acne, the list goes on and on. the tea is that i'm still a nerd – we are just no longer in high school, i don't have a stutter, braces, glasses or acne anymore, i had a major glow up and oh god, do you seriously not remember me? maybe i should play dumb, break your heart and get my well deserved revenge. it was impossible for wyatt not to remember this person. how could he not when all of his school years were literal hell? the phrase high school is the best four years of your life could not be farther from the truth when it came to him – he was far too glad it was over. being face to face with them again, the blonde wants to let go of his past. the petty part of him however, the part that wants to get even one way or another, is superior to his zen side. a smile makes its way onto his lips. “you look pretty familiar... have i seen you somewhere before?” this was his way of testing whether the other remembered him or not.

[europa-the-moon]

new url!

@dean-humanity-winchester -> @europa-the-moon