#i had this idea last semester while i was in class and it almost gave me a stroke

[raccoonface]

“T-Tara?”

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Warnings- angst or fluff, idk tbh I haven’t decided. Swearing, idk what else

And yes. This is a series.

Summary- Y/n and Tara have a crush on each other and go to great lengths to make sure they have them all to themselves.

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Masterlist Part One Part Two…(coming soon)

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Tara was skipping. Again. A habit that became because of her friend Amber. Tara and Amber are best friends, they’ve been since middle school.

Tara was skipping English class because Amber convinced her she already had a good enough grade to pass the last semester of high school. Let’s just say Tara’s a little gullible…

While skipping class Tara and Amber were hiding underneath the bleachers. Amber said she wanted to show Tara something.

“Hey Tara!”

“Hey Amber!”

They were whispering because of an ongoing gym class that was active around them.

“I have something to show you”

“I know we’ve talked about this Amber”

“Yeah but you know”

“Just hurry up and show me”

Tara kept on hurrying because she had never been skipping underneath the bleachers before.

“Alright.”

Amber had brought out her phone from her back pocket to show Tara something.

-WHISTLEEEEEEE-

“HEY WHAT ARE YALL LADIES DOING UNDERNEATH THE BLEACHERS”

“Amber! What do we do?!”

“…. We run”

They both bolted off accidentally leaving Tara’s backpack

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After they bolted off they ended up outside of school in a park.

“A-Amber”

Tara was having a little asthma attack after all of that running

“Yeah? Wait where’s your bag at?!” Amber obviously not focused on the more important subject.

“I-I need… my inhaler”

She was taking big breaths in between the words

“Oh shit right my bad,”

Amber was looking everywhere but couldn’t find her inhaler Tara gave her

“Damn it”

“Hey!”

Some Random person came up to them

“You look a little out of breath… here.”

The polite stranger gave her their inhaler. Tara was taking a puff of the inhaler while Amber was just apologizing and thanking the person

“I am so so so so so so sorry Tara I didn’t mean to not bring your extra inhaler… and thank you you so so so so so much for lending her your inhaler.”

Amber was really hoping Tara didn’t hate her after this but that’s kinda implied.

“Yeah thanks for letting me use it”

“Of course no problem. It’s not even mine I just keep it in case someone needs it” Quite a charm of course

“Huh… that’s handy” As if she had one on her at the time.

“Maybe you should start doing that Amber” And of course Tara has to go at Amber for not remembering her inhaler.

“Tara!”

“Just saying” She could’ve died.

“Alright so I’m gonna go then if you’re Okay.” She started to walk away

“Wait! What’s your name?” A little bit of a weird question to ask when you’re probably never gonna see the person again.

“My names Y/n… what’s yours?” Let’s just say Y/n was a little weirded out.

“Uh.. Tara… Tara Carpenter”

“Nice to meet you Tara” Y/n’s gotta be polite to someone who almost just died… somewhat at least

“Nice to meet you too”

Amber was looking at them and smirking as Y/n left. Tara turned around and saw this then rolled her eyes.

“You’re so weird Amber”

“Maybe but not as weird as you were with Y/n~”

“What are you even talking about?” Tara started to get a little defensive after the statement Amber made.

“I have no idea what you’re saying Amber.”

“You know what I mean” Amber’s always teasing Tara.

“Still have no idea”

“God, you’re really helpless” Tara really is isn’t she?

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Y/ns POV

That was weird. Some random girl was having an asthma attack. I mean I gave her my extra inhaler but she seemed to be a little busy with her friend.

She was kinda cute though… what the hell are you thinking Y/n you’ll probably never see her again anyways.

I mean even if I never do again I’m glad I at least got her name. Tara. Tara Carpenter. Would it be bad if I went searching up her name?

Nah I don’t think so. It doesn’t harm anyone, does it? I put my bets on no…. I dont really know where my phones at though… that’s a little problem.

I should try and find that girl tomorrow. Maybe get her number. I should be worrying about that some time tomorrow and not right now. Because right now I need to find my phone.

Wait a minute… I’m literally using it as a flashlight… I’m a literal dumbass. Ugh. But it is time to go home. I guess I should probably start heading in that direction.

I’m so tired that I’m turning more delusional. I think I might be dying… oh well. I need my bed I wish I could just teleport there ugh.

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Tara’s POV

Jeez getting back into the gym was rough. I gotta get my bag.. hopefully they left it here.

“Aha!” They did! I was so scared they took it to the lost and found or something. I really should get out of here though. It’s getting kinda late.

The way in I took is a little while from the gym but I guess I could just take the way out from the gym… hopefully they don’t see me on the cameras tomorrow.

The gyms behind me now and I can’t stop thinking about that girl, Y/n I think her name was. She was super pretty. I’m just wondering why she was in such a rush. She also gave me a rush… but yet again that could just be from the inhaler she gave me

I still have it actually… I don’t know if I should return it or something. Wait she said to keep it.. she’s so nice. So beautiful. And smart. Well from what I know so far because bringing an extra inhalers pretty smart.

The way to my house is just over this bridge. It’s not too far away. Looking back at where I came from is a little bit farther away then I thou-

“Woah!” And of course I crash into somebody.

“Oh shit. Are you alright?” This person- wait it’s that girl- Y/n I mean.

“Yeah- yeah I’m good”

“You sure? You took a little tumble.. here let me help you up.” Y/n was built to be a goddess i just know it.

“Mhm… I’m sorry I wasn’t really looking where i was going.”

“Please it happens all the time don’t sweat it” Y/n’s perfect. Ughhhh I need to stop…. But I don’t really want to…

“Right.”

“I guess I should get going now. I’m thinking you should too probably” so thoughtful…

“Huh?.. oh yeah I should” my dumbass ‘oh yeah I should’ who the fuck says that ugh.

“Alright… bye”

“Yeah…. Bye I guess” Tara fucking Carpenter you need to stop it.

Time to go home now though. I really need to work on talking to her better. Really surprised I ran into her though… I wonder why that happened.

Probably shouldn’t think about it too much… I gotta get some sleep.

“Home sweet Home!” Finally.

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A/n-

DANG IT….. IM TWO DAYS BEHIND SCHEDULE….. AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

that’s my bad I’ve been way too busy these past few days to even go on my phone. I just went to Niagara Falls yesterday and the day before that I was busy with a lot of homework.

But it’s here now so ENJOY!!!

There will be a part two within time.. I have a lot planned for this story…

[unholybacon355]

Kinktober Day 28 - GP! Winter x Im Nayeon

Kinktober Masterlist

A/N: Yes, I'm waaaaayyy behind my schedule for Kinktober (Like a week behind) but istg i gonna post the all 31 works.

Also I know I said no more than two stories per idol, but things happened this days and I just had to write this. So that's why nayeon is here again.

And also I apologize if this feels a bit rushed, but is the best I can get this days. With all that being said, I let you with this nonsense.

Minjeong never thought that she would need to be on her knees in order to approve this class. She came to Professor Nayeon's office to ask, or beg if necessary, for a chance to earn some extra points to increase her grade and pass her class. Minjeong was thinking of something like extra homework, a special test, maybe even doing Professor’s laundry, but nothing remotely close to being on her knees with her face buried between Nayeon’s thighs.

Nayeon was sitting on her chair with her skirt lifted to her waist, no underwear, and one leg over her desk to give Minjeong more room to work. Minjeong for her part was on her knees, caressing Nayeon’s thighs, and with her tongue as deep as she could inside her professor’s pussy.

At this time of the day almost no one left on this side of the building, but nayeon still has one hand covering her mouth and the other playing with her student's hair. Despite the low chances to be discovered, never is good having moans coming out of a professor's office. 

Minjeong obviously was doing a good job, otherwyse her face wouldn't be covered on her professor’s slick. To be honest she isn’t that good at giving head but the adrenaline of eating a professor's pussy and also saving her class in the process, is giving her all the enthusiasm she needs to eat that pussy as if it were the last meal on earth. And her effort seems to have a good result because Nayeon uses the hand that was playing with Minjeon’s hair to maintain her head in place while she orgasm and cum in Minjeong face. 

The girl has to admit that her professor’s pussy tastes so good, one of the best she's ever had. Maybe she needs to ask for assistance more often, because if this is the way to pay she has no problem with that.

“Good girl.” Nayeon was panting but still was able to speak. “ But if you had put the same amount of effort into your classes as you did into eating my pussy then you wouldn't have needed it.” Minjeong opened her mouth to protest but Nayeon cut her words. “No, no.” She said moving her index finger from side to side in a negative gesture. “We Aren't finished yet.”

“But I ate you, and made you come.”

“I say we aren’t finished yet. Get your pants down, now.” Nayeon was a good professor and never acted this bossy during class, but people know that it is better not to mess with her. She can be peaceful most of the time, but if you get her mad then you're finished. Better just get back home and take that class next semester but with another professor. Luckily for Minjeong that wasn’t her case, she always paid attention in classes and had decent grades , but shits happens and now she is here. “Don’t make me repeat it.” Nayeon's gaze was stern.

Minjeong was kinda concerned but still obeyed her teacher, but since she only mentioned her pants she only pulled off that garment. Despiste that she ate her professor’s pussy just minutes ago, this makes her feel vulnerable. Her cute white panties were on display and did almost nothing to hide her erection.

“Oh don’t tease me.” Nayeon herself pulled Minjeong’s panties down revealing her small and semi erected dick. “Much better. Now turn around.”  Nayeon gave her one of those looks that told her that was a bad idea to protest or not obey, so Minjeong turned around really confused because initially she thought Nayeon was gonna suck her dick, or at least touch it. But apparently her teacher has another plan for her. “Now bend over my desk.”

This time Minjeong didn't need to hear it twice to obey. She put her elbows on the wooden surface as she bent over the said desk. “No, no, not like that. Spread that ass for me.” This earned Nayeon a confused look from Minjeong. “Did you thought I was to touch your little weeny?” A loud laugh came from the teacher. “Come on, my hand is bigger than your dick. If you want me to touch you then earn it.”

Not waiting for Minjeong to actually do something, Nayeon espread her butthocks revealing her small wrinkle entrance. “Wha.. what…” But Minjeong’s words were cut when she felt Nayeon’s tongue doing things to her anus. Teacher's tongue was doing circles over Minjeong’s sensitive anus  showing a lot of expertise, she definitely has experience doing this.

Minjeong wants to protest but the tongue on her ass is doing things to her strength and she can't resist, so she tries to stick her ass out to help her teacher to have more access to her dirty back entrance. And Nayeon takes advantage of that by sticking her tongue inside Minjeong, pushing and opening her ass with her wet and warm muscle. 

Minjeong, far from protest, is a whimpering mess. Having a tongue inside her ass and her butthock being held by Nayeon’s big hands make her hard. Her dick is throbbing against the desk and her balls are arching.  Is so pathetic that she’s close to cum just by her teacher eating her ass.

But suddenly Minjeong's ass feels empty. She wants to protest, she wants Nayeon tongue inside her again, but instead she gets something more.

God knows from where Nayeon takes a lotion bottle and pours some lotion on her hand, then her hands lands again on Minjeong’s ass. But this time instead of spreading her cheeks she massaged her anus. That little entrance is already so stimulated that nayeon easily slid a finger inside Minjeong. The girl is kinda hypnotized by her teacher actions because she don’t even think about to protest, even when she normally don’t get her ass fucked. The power nayeon has over her is so that Minjeon is now spreading her own butthocks to help her teacher. Maybe that gives her some more points.

“You’re hard but my hand is still bigger.” Nayeon laughs in her ear, finally touching Minjeong dick, and what she says is true. Girl’s dick is as hard as it can be but Nayeon's hand is easily covering it with balls included. In some way that makes Minjeong arousal go to the sky.

Another finger goes inside Minjeong anus. She already feel filled but Nayeon thing is time to really fuck her ass, so she start moving her fingers. Now both Nayeon’s hands are pleasuring Minjeong, one inside her ass and the other stroking her dick. Or most like grabbing and twitching her shaft while making fun of her size.

“You take my fingers so well. What a good girl you’re.” The mix between the compliment and the jokes about her size were really doing things to Minjeong. “If you take another finger I’ll allow you to cum. Want you?”

Minjeong's first response was a pathetic loud whimper. “I… I don’t Th-think I can take another.” Nayeon's hand leaves her dick and that makes her sad, but the other hand stays inside her anus. “Please, please. lee-t me cum.”

“Then be a good girl and take another finger.” Nayeon fingers were working extra hours on Minjeong ass to make her use to the intromission. She was opening her fingers inside Minjeong’s little entrance to gape her anus and make room for a third finger. 

“Ok… Ok. I’ll take it, but let me cum please.” Minjeong´s brain was already fried with all the unexpected pleasure she was getting from her ass and all she wants right now is to get some friction on her dick. When nayeon wasn't grabbing her she tried to grind against the desk, but that didn’t give her enough pleasure. She definitely needed Nayeon’s hand to make her cum.

“Good girl,” With a little bit of effort Nayeon puts her third finger inside Minjeong’s small anus. Her slender fingers feels so good against her warm walls, they were so long that were deeper than any other thing Minjeong had ever put on her ass. Also having three of them inside her ass makes her feel so filled. Having her anus this expanded was something really new to her.

Nayeon’s other hand came back to touch Minjeong’s dick, this time wrapping her fingers around the hard meat. While her work on the youngergirl ass was fast, really fucking her anus, the pace on her dick was more controled. Slow long pumps, or at least as long as her size allows, that had Minjeong’s shaft throbbing. The dual action was too much, and that added to the fact that Nayeon was complimenting her for taking her finger so well has Minejong at the very verge of the orgasm. But for some reason he knew she wasn't allowed to cum till her teacher gave her the direct order to do so.

Now the girl was holding the desk edges tightly till the point her knuckles turned white. The pleasure was so much that it was overwhelming. She was releasing patetic whimpers while her teacher was stuffing three fingers inside her stretched anus. “Good girl, you earned it. You can cum now.” Nayeon whispered to her ear and that was all she needed to stop holding her orgasm and pour out her cum on her teacher’s hand.

Minjeong released the desk and used her hands to cover her mouth as best as she could. After all they still were inside Nayeon’s office and her whimpers could get them to be caught, that would definitely end with her being expelled from college and Nayeon being fired. For that Minjeong tries to hold her whimpers, but didn’t help that nayeon still where fucking her ass while she was cumming, filling the big hand whit her hot milk. And even when it was a bit uncomfortable having her anus so stretched was also a very pleasant orgasm, even her legs were shaking for the pleasure and overwhelming feelings.

“Good girl. You did it so well.” Nayeon finally pulls her fingers out of Minjeong’s anus, leaving her entrance full open and feeling empty. “Actually you deserve more than a few points.” Minjeong's orgasm was so good that she had blurred vision. “If you can take my fingers again in the future I’ll let you pass my class with an A+.” Nayeon uses her panties to clean Minjeong´s cum from her finger while circling the desk to face the girl.” We call it a deal?” The teacher asked with her characteristic big smile, acting as if she hadn't just fucked one of hers students in the ass just moments ago.

[riddles-fiddles]

Help! Rook is in my backyard!!

Geez sorry my bad I didn't think he would be able to escape the basement. Anyway this gave me an idea for a short yandere Rook fic

Synopsis: it's not your mind playing tricks on you. Characters: Rook Hunt Tags: yandere, dark themes, drugging, stalking, Rook being a creep Notes: gender neutral reader

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You can't tell with precision when it all started, but you do remember a lingering sense of uneasiness keeping you up your toes from the first day of the new semester. You were just sitting down by the cafeteria, sharing breakfast with Ace and Deuce and everything looked nothing out of the ordinary; the room was filled with vibrant chatter and the tantalizing smell of fresh scrambled eggs. Your friends seemed oblivious, too deep in conversation to notice the way you uncomfortably shifted on your seat, hairs standing on end.

You felt watched, predatory eyes scanning over your spine. Slowly, you turn to face the crowd, trying to make sense of someone that might have been staring for too long, but you find nothing. Everyone around looked equally emerged on their own interests, so you decided to rush on your meal, urgency rushing through you to get out of the cafeteria as soon as possible.

You can feel the ghost of those eyes when you are at class, but everytime you tried to peek, be it over your shoulder or looking through the mirror of your phone, nothing seemed out of place, no one was looking directly into you. By the extending days of this strange event, you try to reason with the fact you're apparently growing paranoid.

After some time, things cool down and the innerving feeling dies out. You grow strangely tired through the passing weeks, and you can't quite grasp what might be causing it; you have tried to sleep earlier, eat better and even sought medical help from the school's nurses, just for your blood tests to come out fine and healthy. Truly, your mind is just so constantly hazy that you don't even notice how the food you have been cooking tastes strangely more appetizing - actually, when was the last time you cooked? You can't remember, but you're too tired to try and think things through, so you just finish your soup and leave it by the sink.

When you reach your bed, you simply fall between the comfy sheets and slumber hits you almost instantly. Your body is heavy and you can't fight the closing of your eyes; a gloved hand reaches for the half open window, but you're already too drunk on your exhaustion to make sense of that vision, so when you wake up, you just assume it was a dream, a very weird one by that - hands reaching for your windows and a faceless figure hovering you with twisted devotion. Maybe you're not as over the mysterious creep from last week as you thought.

Small gifts seem to appear from nowhere on your bedside table, on the counter, or anywhere you can easily spot them - chocolate, roses, and small letters. You don't want to feed the growing sense of fear and vulnerability within you, knowing you're practically living alone, and the prospect of having a stalker was... not something you wanted to deal with - so you settle with the idea that Ace and Deuce are the ones leaving heartfelt gifts while you're away.

Rook revels on your oblivious innocence, watching from the shadows as you go about your day. What you don't know, though, is that Rook is an avid hunter, and that he has living with you ever since that night where he climbed over your window - such a romantic display of affection! Just like the fairytales of forbidden love he had grown with. He's fidgety, quietly listening to the lulling sound of your breath, aching for the night he'll be able to lay down beside you and hug you tightly, but for now, he can satisfy his most romantic urges by watching your sleep with almost unblinking eyes, etching to memory the way your chest flutters in a peaceful slumber.

He'll make sure that you're the most happy with small actions of service, cooking you nice meals with his tranquilizer formula - just to help you sleep better, of course! He wouldn't even dream of doing something innapropriate to his precious trickster! - and then cleaning all the mess you leave behind.

Rook hopes that someday you'll learn about his quirky advances, yearning for the day you'll appreciate him and reciprocate his deep, undying love for you.

[lyssaterald]

Take Flight, Part ?: Mischief

In which student mischief and attempts at bullying can lead to something good.

Content Warning: General spoilers for the main story. Minors and ageless accounts do not interact! Named character, and slight mentions of character’s past and history which are not expanded on as they are not important to this chapter. Weirdly, I switch between past and present tense. Sorry, not sorry. Unbeta read.

Staring at the ruined cauldron was doing nothing for my temper even as the remains of my potion was starting to eat away the stone beneath it. One of my fellow students had tossed a firework into the Sleeping Solution that had been for the surprise practical for this class, and I had only escaped injury because of the blood barriers I wore like a second skin. If I had been a normal human, I would have been screaming and writhing in pain by this point. Solomon, as usual, was monitoring my body language to try and help if I needed him.

Which I didn't.

As it stood, the professor had been lecturing me about safety and showing off for the last ten minutes. He was even going on about assigning me extra cleaning duties for having damaged the classroom while the unfinished ingredients mixed in a hazardous slop and turned acidic.

"No," I stated calmly as he was wrapping up his lecture. The demon stopped speaking mid word and stared at me.

I flicked off a bit of the potion that had remained on my hand and heard it splat against someone else's cauldron. There was a muffled shriek and the scent of burning metal renewed itself. Without bothering to watch, I threw an ice spell in the same direction and more screams went up, but I was done with this class and it's bullies. I'd been enduring them for the last two months of our second semester together.

Apparently, the demoness who had ruined my potion and been trying to harass me had a thing for Lucifer. She doesn't seem to have taken well to the idea of me being with him in a relationship. She'd taken to school yard antics to try and bring my days down and to fuck with my mood.

Child's play.

Well, mission accomplished! Just not in the ways she had hoped. I smiled at the little she-devil with the bronze hair and emerald green snake scales that covered half of her face, neck, and trailed down and under her scanty shirt. The rest of her was humanoid enough to almost pass for human. She was pretty, fragile-looking, and her full mouth was pulling into a sultry frown under my look.

"Thank you for the safety demonstration with the fireworks, Aresha," I said and the professor's head slowly turned towards the she-devil. Her scaled tail was curling slowly from view behind her desk-likely to hide the fact that some of her scales were scorched. "As you can see, any basic shield spell will ward off most harm a potion explosion of this kind. What do you say about extra credit points for the demo, Professor Borzin?"

He had seen the tail retreating as clearly as I had and his small, dark eyes flickered between us for a second. "Yes, Lyssa, that seems appropriate. I'll call on the Little Ds for clean up," he said. "As for the exam, we'll reschedule it for Saturday afternoon." His greasy voice rose over the loud groan that the other students gave. "Class dismissed!

Aresha flicked her hair back over her shoulder as she reached to pick up her bag and hurry away without even putting away her potion ingredients. "This isn't over!" she hissed at me as I put away my own supplies.

"Sure," I agreed and she huffed angrily out the door.

The last of my things packed away, I headed for my Politics of Heaven and Hell class. On the way there, I hopped over two trip attempts, ducked under an arm that had been thrown in my way, and shoved through a duo of Aresha's little minions that had tried to block my path. My Politics class was the only one where I did not share a schedule with any of the brothers, angels, or Solomon. It was the only part of my day where I wasn't being hovered over or closely watched, but it had the effect that I walked alone through the halls alone between Potions and Politics, which also happened to be on the other side of RAD.

It had taken a fight of epic proportions with Luci to get him to relent on him or one of his brothers always walking me to this class. I had dug in and fought with him until his temper had won out and he tried to use threats to get me to comply. That had resulted in me hopping out the window I'd placed at my back and scaling to the other side of the building before he could finish his third or fourth threat.

Claws and wings were sometimes useful when they forgot I was only mostly human. Exploring the surrounding forest in my off time had also been useful in leading them on a mad search for me while I hid in one of the taller trees and watched them following my scent trail. Which had brought Diavolo and Barbatos out to the House of Lamentations when the search had gone over two hours. Diavolo had come directly to my tree and asked me to come down until I relented to him and climbed down, still in my Other form with my draconic features and wings revealed. The agreement where Diavolo would have invisible eyes on me at all times at RAD left none of us except Dia happy, but it had given me some semblance of freedom from constant hovering.

Those memories took me to the door of my Politics class and had me frowning at the two bulky, squish-faced demons with more animal features than human that were blocking the door. I was usually in the classroom with a minute or two to spare between and the bell chose that second to ring, making the two demons grin at each other.

Great, so the goal was to make me late.

It wasn't a rule that was usually enforced on me since I had been on point about my attendance, but usually being late would result in a detention after school. The other students had made sure to describe in detail some of the punishments that other tardy and absent students had gone through, some of the stories so outlandish that it had me squinting at them.

The click of the door lock had me growling under my breath and clutching the shoulder strap of my bag. Late students were also absent students if they weren't in class by the end of the first minute after the bell.

The twin morons were chuckling to each other as my frown deepened. "Are you asking for a fight?" I growled at them and their smiles quickly dropped away. I'd had my share of scrapes that'd I'd won since arriving. "Don't forget you're absent from your classes as well." The look of realization that dawned across their faces made me chuckle and lifted my spirits. Dim and Dimmer hadn't realized what Aresha was setting them up for when she recruited them. "Best get to the library and do independent study if you want to mitigate the punishment."

They scurried off without so much as a glance back at me as they hurried off to do their own thing. Without Dim and Dimmer blocking my path, I jiggled the handle and sighed at the ungiving metal. Right, so Politics of Heaven and Hell was out for today. Running my fingers through my hair, I considered just ditching for the rest of the day. Devildom History and Mathematics were confusing subjects on my best days. They'd be a headache today when I was already heading towards a foul mood.

With a sigh, I set off down the hall and paused at the fork that would take me to the library or towards Diavolo's office and the entrance hall. I glanced down both sections and weighed the options. Option one was to make sure I earned the detention...Option two was to not make it any worse. My lunch hour was right after Politics so it would give me at least two hours to run about with just the invisible eyes on me.

But it would also be an option to spend time with Diavolo for the rest of the morning.

He didn't usually have morning classes to look after since Barbatos made sure his schedule was full of paperwork and meetings until noon. If he wasn't in his office, I could always take the suddenly free two hours and go for a short flight. That would surely improve my mood for the rest of the day and whatever petty tricks Aresha had in store.

My feet took me towards Diavolo's office even as the itch to fly was growing under my skin. Diavolo hadn't had much in the was of free time this month as he and Luci were buried under a mountain of paperwork from-presumably from the Devildom's House of Lords. Their complaints had seemed to take an uptick in the last weeks of our semester as we headed towards the weeklong break everyone was supposed to get while Diavolo's birthday was celebrated.

My knock was soft on his door, but Diavolo's voice was clear when he called, "Enter." Golden eyes flickered up at me with his public smile already in place as I pushed the door open.

It was the smile that, if you didn't know him, could convince you that he was nothing but a goofy prince with the power destroy anything he desired, but chose not to do so because he was too...young. It was what I had taken to calling his lonely smile and I hated when he used it on me, but it melted into something more real as he realized who I was. The corners of his eyes crinkled as he held a hand out to me in invitation.

Quietly closing the door behind me and dropping my bag to the side, I strode forward to take his hand and let him pull me into his lap as he buried his head in my shoulder. My fingers slid through his light red hair as I breathed in his scent. Musk, cinnamon, and the smell of rain after a downpour. It was always a little different each time I saw him, but he always reminded me of home and settled that pang that would haunt me sometimes.

His red blazer was draped over the arm of his chair and documents were spread out around him on the desk as well as to the right of his chair. The tension left my body as I nuzzled into the hug and felt his arms tighten possessively. Even if no one other than the brothers, angels, Diavolo, and Solomon approved of my presence in the Devildom, that was all I needed.

Forget the others. Forget Aresha and her ploys. They are unimportant.

We sat like that for a couple of minutes, just Diavolo hugging me and my fingers running through his hair and scratching gently at his scalp. Until his DDD trilled loudly and shocked us into loosening our embrace. I gave it a baleful look as he reached for it and gave me an apologetic smile.

"Lucifer," he greeted and I rolled my eyes at him, drawing a laugh from him as he switched to Infernal for his conversation. They did that when they didn't want me to know what was being discussed. It was annoying and I fidgeted on Diavolo's lap as I cast a look at my bag.

There was still time for me to get some studying in preparation for one of my other classes. Diavolo's remaining hand slid to my thigh and gave a squeeze to catch my attention. He leaned back into his wing-backed chair and shook his head.

He wants me to remain.

Warmth flooded my chest and I leaned into him, tucking my head under his chin so that I could hear his heartbeat through the white-cotton dress shirt he wore. The beating of his heart was steady, strong, and reassuring. Mixed with him speaking in Infernal in his smooth tones and I was drifting into a state of half-awareness. I don't know how long I sat there with him, but I must have dozed off as I jerked awake when he shifted beneath me and set his phone to the side.

"Did I disturb you?" he chuckled at my bleary blink up at him. I could only chirr at him before I looked up at the clock on his office wall and almost leaped out of my skin at the time. Diavolo's hands on me kept me in his lap.

Two hours had passed by.

I groaned at the mistake I had made and buried my head into Diavolo's shoulder. Not one but two absences in the same day. It was starting to look like I might as well just skip the entire day and deal with the consequences tomorrow.

"Ah. Its past time for your Devildom History class," Diavolo said apologetically and I beat my forehead gently on his collar bone.

"No, I should have paid better attention, Dia," I groaned against him and he laughed at my muffled voice. "Should I even bother going to the rest of the classes today?"

He dropped a kiss on the top of my head and answered, "Lucifer will be most disappointed if he hears that you missed most of your classes." I growled at him and his laugh vibrated in to my chest.

Would it be too selfish to ask to remain with him for the rest of the day?

We'd had a thing going on between us for a couple of weeks now and I wasn't sure how serious he was about it, not that it could matter since I only had a year with them. But he was fun to be around and it was comforting to be held like this sometimes, not that Lucifer didn't also hold me like this while he worked in the evenings. There was just something different when I was with Diavolo.

Still, I hadn't moved and he hadn't made to push me away. "Was it a very important topic you and Luci discussed?" I asked cautiously.

"Middling," he hummed, sliding his fingers through my hair and pressing a lock to his lips before letting it fall away and repeating the motion. My stomach flipped as he did it again and the warmth spread from my chest to the rest of my body even as his golden eyes never left mine. "We probably shouldn't play...what was the word...hockey?"

"Hooky," I corrected with a laugh. "Hockey is a sport humans play on the ice with sticks, bladed shoes, and a heavy, round disk."

An odd sport but humans seemed to enjoy violence with their mass entertainment.

"Sounds interesting. We should try it sometime," he mused, still watching me. I knew what he was waiting for, but I just smiled at him, waiting for him to make his own decision. His eyes strayed to the window and I grinned harder.

"It probably isn't a good idea," I stated, running my unVeiled claws across his cheek. He shivered sightly under the touch. "Barbatos and Lucifer would be mad at us if we just vanished."

"There are no important meetings this afternoon or tomorrow morning." His eyes strayed back to the paperwork on the desk and he sighed, moving my whole body with the motion.

I shouldn't have been encouraging him along, but it wasn't like we had gotten up to mischief together, yet. It was something we hadn't yet gotten the chance to do something together and I knew whatever he had in mind was going to be outrageous and give Lucifer a headache, but the itch beneath my skin was making me lean towards whatever his idea was.

Diavolo was starting to grin back at me, seeming to be weighing his work against his desire to escape. "We could take some of your work with us." And that won him over.

After that, it was a bit of a scramble to dump my school bag out, hastily sort through what documents looked important and what could wait, and determine what grimm we had on us for the escape. I had jewels from my recent shed and he had an obscene amount of money in his wallet that made me laugh.

I got the window pried open while he was pulling his blazer back on and looked down at the courtyard. There were a few students milling about on their free period and enjoying the fresh air, but it was otherwise clear. Diavolo put a hand on my back as he leaned over me to check out the scene below.

"Fairly empty," he commented. "But I am still recognizable. Should we take the entrance hall to depart?"

"Nah, I have an idea," I said and turned to hand him the bag of documents. He looked down at me and took advantage of being so close to me to steal a kiss. It caught me off guard before I leaned into him and put a clawed hand on his face. I pulled back a second later and laughed with excitement. "We should probably wait until after our escape. Meet me on the tower closest to us when I distract everyone."

He stepped back from me and watched me with curiosity as I hopped up on the windowsill and took a moment to unVeil my wings. A soft touch from him had me looking back at him, but his gaze was raking over my wings like he did every time I showed them to him.

With a giddy whoop, I leapt out of the window and closed my wings around my body to spiral down. At the last moment, I snapped them open and threw an ice spell across the courtyard amidst screams of surprise as everyone scattered and I sharply changed my trajectory back towards the sky before quickly banking towards the roof.

My landing was rough as I skidded to a halt and then crashed into Diavolo, our wings tangling. I was euphoric. Laughter hadn't come this easily to me in years. My body was lighter than a feather and my heart was pounding when Diavolo picked me up and kissed me. It was hard to pull back from him, but I did and shook my wings free of his four.

"Where to?" I asked, feeling heat rush to my face.

His fingers threaded through mine and I stepped towards him again. "Do you trust me?" he asked, brushing a kiss across my knuckles.

"Yes."

The answer was automatic and breathless. It was like I had always belonged here, with him.

"Follow me, then."

And I did.

[youmarin]

Now Recruiting! ft. Inarizaki VB Boys - Part 7: The Summer is Ours

A/N: Took a while to update. This was supposed to come out before Summer ended because, well, it's a Summer chapter. And I had most of it written down but got stuck on the last part and a few others didn't convince me so I went back a few times to delete/change/add. And then a hurricane came, power took some time to come back and even after we had to deal with blackouts, my uni semester almost got fucked up since we lost three weeks of it so imagine how classes were to be able to make up for them. Thankfully I turned in my last projects this past Monday and got my grades today and they were all great!! I hope you enjoy this out of season piece. Happy holidays, everyone!

Summary: The team gets some well deserved vacation and goes on a trip. You all make the best out of hot Summer days, together.

Word count: 5,033

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“Ya think she’s wearing the school swimsuit?” 

“Yeah, she probably is.” 

“Our school swimsuit ain’t that bad.” 

“You do realize you sound like perverts.” Aran disapproved, standing close to the edge of the pool near where the twins and Gin were, Akagi next to him. 

“That’s probably why she still hasn’t gotten in the water.” 

You were at the school pool with the team, who officially had started their summer vacation. All the other way across, you sat in one of those lounge chairs chatting with Kita and Suna, each on one side.  

“Oi!” Osamu called out. “What are you guys talking so much about?” making you three turn towards them. 

“Oh. We’re planning a trip to the beach.” you gave them a closed lip smile. “Suna’s going home and we were trying to figure out a date we could all make it.” 

“But we could just go without him.” Atsumu grinned at the middle blocker, “Do ya even like the beach, Suna?”  he asked knowingly. 

“I don’t mind it.” He shrugged. Fucking liar, Osamu thought looking at him but unable to see his eyes, covered by dark shades. Last year when they all went together, Suna didn’t get foot in the water, standing under an umbrella almost the entire time, only joining the group to play some beach volleyball. He didn’t like the idea of eating while the wind was blowing sand everywhere and was all whiny afterwards when he got sunburnt. 

“Yeah right, whatever. We can keep talking about it later. Now get in here.”  You couldn’t enjoy today if you kept only planning ahead. 

Rolling your eyes, you obliged, pulling your shirt over your head and sliding off your shorts. And Osamu was right, you were wearing the school swimsuit. It was all black, with a V cut yet not deep enough to be inappropriate for school. “Do you need help putting on sunscreen?” The blonde offered a helping hand, apparently with all good intentions. 

“Yeah, nice try.” you said. Still, you couldn't hide it got you a little flustered. The constant flirting would do that to you. He didn’t seem to mind the attention he got on himself and consequently to you when he did that, but you weren’t used to any of it. He chuckled as he noticed while the boys made fun of him for another failed attempt. What made them laugh even harder was when the captain got to help you apply some on your back instead, sitting behind you. 

Suna hadn’t made a move to get in the water, until he stared at you, letting your hair fall to the side to help Kita. He grabbed the sunscreen conveniently just as you guys were done. “Suna, wait, um-.”  he looked at you. Standing behind him, you hesitantly placed a hand on his bare back, hands brushing the skin as you finished putting the sunscreen on for him. “There. You’d missed a spot.” You said nervously and moved away. 

“I saw what you did there.” Osamu splashed water at him as soon as the middle blocker joined them. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” he played dumb, but as his shades slid down a little, he could see the playful glint in his eyes. If someone could feel the rapid beating of his heart, it would give him away that he wasn’t carrying the moment as smoothly as he played it out to be. 

****

You had stayed at home for a few days, spending some time on your own enjoying the things you liked. Today, you felt like going out. It was hot outside, so going to the mall where there was air conditioner seemed like a good idea. Holding your younger brother's smaller hand, you both went from one store to another.

“Are you tired?” You asked after a while of walking around, seeing him rubbing his eyes. He shook his head but you knew better than that. “Sure you aren’t, tough boy.” you said, making him chuckle, and picked him up in your arms. 

“I want ice cream.” he pulled back a little to look at you expectantly. 

“Then we’ll get some and head back home.” nodding excitedly, he put his head back on your shoulder. You began your walk to the food court and to the ice cream shop and as you stood in line you started to crave yourself a cup of chocolate ice cream. “Do you want strawberry or you want something different today?” No response. He had fallen asleep. So you got out of the line, bidding a painful farewell to the sweet treat. 

“y/n?” You heard someone calling out to you . Turning around, you were met with the twins and a smile was brought to your face.  

“Hey, boys.”  They were now walking over towards you, bright smiles on their faces matching your own. “Can’t seem to get rid of you ever since I met you now.” you joked. 

“I know you missed me.” Osamu winked at you and you chuckled. It was true, though. You’ve grown so fond of all of them these past few days without morning nor afternoon practice felt odd. 

“You mean us.” Atsumu was quick to correct. 

“No, not really.”  then he kept speaking to you, “What are you guys up to?” 

“Ah. We were going to get some ice cream but he fell asleep.” You gestured with your head to the boy in your arms. 

“Osamu and I were about to get some. Come with us.” Atsumu offered. You considered the offer. It was still early and you could use some time with your friends. 

“Okay.” You four went back to the ice cream shop. Osamu helped you with your bags as you two looked for a booth while Atsumu went to order. You tried to pay for yourself but both boys shut you down, saying it was on them. Osamu excused himself as he went to help his brother while you stayed back at the table, your brother still peacefully asleep, his head on your lap as you played with some strands of his hair. 

“Mint? With chocolate?”  you questioned. 

“That’s what I always tell him.” 

“I am not taking criticism from people whose favorite flavors are basic.” 

“I wasn’t going to.” you chuckled. “But does it taste good?” 

“You wanna try it?” He offered. You nodded, and Atsumu couldn’t believe what happened in front of his own eyes. His twin brother was sharing his food. And he wasn’t being pushed to do so either. His face contorted in protest, but he shut his mouth when he remembered your brother was asleep - not much out of politeness but more as he liked the little boy better when he was sleeping soundly -. Grabbing another spoon, you tried the mint chocolate chip dessert. Tilting your head, you took in the new flavor. After a few seconds you scrunched your nose, making Osamu laugh, ‘You didn’t like it.” 

You shook your head. “It’s not bad… But I would still pick chocolate over it.” 

“Your taste buds are broken.” 

****

Summer went by fast, days blurring together. Glimpses of warm yellow afternoons, clear blue skies, and sometimes a rainy day interrupting them, bringing some relief. 

 As Suna arrived at the station, he stretched his arms over his head before standing up and grabbing his bag. While he crossed the doors, he saw some people standing outside, some waiting for their turn to board, others waiting to meet with the arriving. He didn’t expect to see anyone until the next day, so imagine his surprise as his eyes landed on a familiar face, her gaze shifting in search of someone while she stood on the tips of her toes and craned her neck a bit, until her eyes met his and a smile took over her face. He told himself he shouldn’t like that sight as much as he did. Feeling his cheeks warm up under his mask he looked away, getting himself together before walking over to you. 

“Welcome back.” you greeted, before nervously starting. “I thought it would be nice to meet you here… Because it’s nice to have someone waiting for you, isn’t it? Is it okay for you? Maybe I should’ve asked first but I thought it would rui-” looking up at him again as you heard him chuckle, the words died in your mouth as you saw he had put his mask down, the crowd having dispersed, and a beaming smile was adorning his face as he stared at you, expression all soft. You felt your face heating up.

“Thank you for coming.” 

“S-Sure.” 

Something similar happened to him the next morning, as if recalling a favorite memory. 

“y/n! Over here!” the boys called you over as soon as they spotted you among the small crowd at the station. 

“Hey.” you greeted, “Sorry to make you wait.” you excused, looking around “Is everyone else here already?” 

“Nah, Suna's still missing.” Osamu looked down at his phone, “Ah, he texted. Says he just arrived.” 

It was pretty early, and Suna missed the comfort of his bed a little more with each step he took, still tired from his trip back to Hyogo the day before. He looked up from his phone after he texted Osamu looking around once again hoping to find one of his friends. 

“Oi!” Turning around, he was met with his team. As he walked over, you turned around and again you didn’t hesitate to dedicate your smile to him (a funny feeling kept creeping its way on his chest) . “Finally, man. We thought you were bailing on us.” 

****

As soon as you got to the beach, the twins raced each other to get on the water - but suddenly they made a harsh stop, hanging just by the shore, furiously warming up (it was dangerous to go swimming without doing so they recalled)-,you shouting behind them for them to put on some sunscreen but of course they paid no mind to you. They’ll regret it but now they felt they would regret more losing to each other. Everyone would have to deal with the consequences later. Kita and a couple of the others had stayed back to help getting settled on the spot you had chosen before joining the rest. 

 When you were done, you looked over dreamily towards the sea. It sure was a beautiful day to spend outside. Thankfully it wasn’t very crowded yet, so you could see the coast stretching far beyond, the water seemed to sparkle under the sunlight, so clear you could see the shore bottom. There were a few palm trees nearby, which brought a pleasant shadow over you to rest from the unrelenting sunrays. The sand was warm beneath your feet, as you wiggled your toes in it. 

Simultaneously, the green opal eyed boy had been looking over the scenery too, but his gaze was anything but dreamy. It denoted something close to struggle, constricted in discomfort. Looking over at you and taking in your expression, he determined he’ll have a good time nevertheless.

“It’s so pretty today, don’t you think?”  you turned your head to meet his gaze. He thought his surroundings got brighter for a moment. 

“Yeah, pretty.” 

“Aren’t you joining the others?” You both looked out to where the rest of your friends were, the twins splashing water at each other, Akagi pointing excitedly at something in the water as Kita’s curious glance followed it, Aran was talking to Omimi before Atsumu accidentally splashed some water at him, his momentaneous peaceful spell effectively broken. You chuckled. Poor Aran. 

“I think I’ll join later.” He settled in saying after a moment of contemplation. 

You hummed. It was obvious to you back then when you were planning this outing that he wasn’t fond of this kind of scenery. But you wanted to try and make it more enjoyable for him this time around, or tolerable, at least. It wasn’t fair to leave him behind. Taking a deep breath, you suggested, “Wanna take a walk around first?” 

****

You situated yourself in Atsumu’s shoulders as Suna did the same in Osamu’s. You were currently playing Chicken Fight. 

“Don’t let me win.” You said to Suna jokingly. 

“I wasn’t planning on doing so. You’re going down.” 

“Please, y/n, we can’t afford to lose to these two.”  He wouldn’t be able to stand it. 

“I’ll do my best.” 

And so the game began. You leaned over, careful not to lose your balance going forward and felt Atsumu’s grip on you tighten to keep you steady and safe. Reaching for Suna’s side, you tried pushing him, barely making him stagger. He chuckled mockingly at you which only provoked you, huffing determinedly, deep pout set on your face. So you went to push him harder this time. He was standing on the defense because he knew he didn’t have to do much to make you tumble. So when your hands reached forward you were met with his own, both putting some strength to avoid losing your balance - you were straining more than him, though, he was just putting enough to not let you push him off Osamu-. 

“This is ridiculous.” You groaned out. “You’re stupidly strong. All of you. It’s not fair.” 

“Giving up already?”  Again, that stupid, yet very nice you had to admit, taunting smile was directed at you. 

“Never.” Freeing yourself from his grasp, you tried again. This time, he was surprised as he almost fell, but managed to recover. You, on the other hand, got so carried away by your almost victory that when he made his next attempt, you, ungracefully, tumbled down into the water, much to Atsumu ‘s dismay. You heard Osamu and Suna cheer as you resurfaced, squinting your eyes playfully at them as you moved your hair away from your face. 

You all amused yourselves a lot the entire day. Playing volleyball later came to be a tougher yet funnier activity, with how the environment didn’t play a very supporting role with the boys causing them to make a few more mistakes they could’ve easily avoided were they in their usual setting. 

“That was the wind!” The blonde protested after one of his killer serves’ trajectory went out of whack. 

“Stop blaming the wind on you being a shitty player.” 

They had placed a bet: losers would get buried in the sand. Yet, when the game was over and losers had to give in, they started to back track. 

“Maybe if you hadn't been arguing half the game, you would’ve won. Now keep your end of the bet.” Gin sent a mocking smile to the twins while Suna pouted and squinted his eyes up at the sky, light skin visibly sunburnt already. Thankfully, he was on the winning team. 

Just as they were about to surrender and give in, an idea sparked up in Osamu’s mind. 

Osamu had a nice smile, you always thought. Kind of a lazy smirk that was quite attractive. But right now he was grinning at you, and you didn’t like it. You could only have an idea of what that could possibly mean, and it wouldn’t  end up good for you. “Whatever you are thinking, it’s a no.”  you rushed to say, emphasizing with a profuse shake of your head and your gestures. That caught the attention of the rest, which quickly caught what was happening. “I wasn’t even playing.” Because you were keeping the score.

“C’mon, it’ll be fun.” 

“Then you go and accept what’s coming for you.” 

The attention was effectively shifted towards you and they totally forgot about the initial point of the bet. Guess who ended up covered in sand? (Atsumu sacrificed himself and ended up under the sand beside you. Osamu jokingly threw a handful of sand over his head, then wrote over him “Here rests the lamer twin”. When Atsumu managed to get out of there, a cackling Osamu set out running with his bickering twin hot in his heels.)

When they got you out, you went into the water to get the excess of sand off you. Kita was starting to build a sandcastle when you got back out. Joining him, you set to do one beside him, while Akagi joined the captain. Your work, however, was quickly criticized. 

“Uhhh,” Suna started, fighting a smile, as he looked down between you and your blooming architectural project, “What are you doing?”  

“A sand castle.” you answered, oblivious to his tone or the look on his face until you heard Akagi snort and looked up from your work. Rintaro found hilarious, yet very cute, how your face morphed from pure enthusiasm to complete offense in mere seconds as you took in their expressions.

You looked between Akagi and Suna, “What?”  

Your “castle” had one of its towers collapsing, the others looked like tiny mountains. There even was one which looked more like a cone or pyramid, as if someone had just picked up a bunch of sand and thrown it in the spot without bothering to shape it. Looking over at Kita’s, you saw two twin towers imposingly upright on front, and two matching ones at the back, its walls forming a perfect little square. Staring at your poor little castle, your high spirited spark died and fell from your eye. Even Kita chuckled, as his all devoted eyes looked at you. 

Suna sat down opposite to you and flicked your forehead, making you yelp, hand flying up to the offended spot. “Stop pouting. Let me help you.” 

“Oi, ‘Samu, I bet I can make a better sand castle than you.” 

“Why do you two turn everything into a competition?”  Omimi asked in vain, for Osamu was already agreeing. 

“Bet.” 

“I think it’s missing something.” you said while inspecting the improvements over the small sand structure, “We should decorate it.” the idea lighted up like a lightbulb over your head, eyes roaming the sand. You walked a bit further. 

The boys looked at each other, still not getting where you were going with it, “What exactly are you searching for?” 

“This.” you crouched down and picked up a few small seashells. 

Suna smiled, unbeknownst to you, as you excitedly carried on your task. “Do we get extra points for creativity?” you joked as you finished and turned to look at him, then at the others. 

As early evening rolled in, you had all gone to the showers and changed into your dry clothes. The boys suggested one last activity before having to leave, as they got out of their bags a bunch of fireworks they had acquired from who knows where. 

“We’re going to miss our ride back.” You stressed. 

“There’s still plenty of time, relax.” Atsumu walked over to you, handing you a sparkler while giving you a smile. You hesitated to get pulled into it but to no avail.

 Reaching for it attracted by the shining light which reflected in your eyes and casted a warm glow on your faces under the twilight, you spun it around, face illuminated also by your excitement as the blonde watched you. You met his eyes, but the little moment was broken by a loud explosion, startling you and looking in its direction. 

“Oi! Why the hell you bring that? You’re gonna get the police called on us.”  But there were no signs to be alarmed. You all laughed it off and kept walking or running after each other along the shore, fireworks dancing in the air. 

****

“I’m melting.” Atsumu complained, voice distorted as the fan placed on the table close to his face, turned towards him. Some of his hair was sticking to his forehead, moist with sweat. 

“Yeah, and you’re not sharing the damn fan.” Osamu tilted the appliance over, further to his direction. He was sitting beside his brother.

You had all crashed over at Suna’s to help him settle back in properly. Now that you were done, the twins sat down on the floor by the table, while you cut some fruit on the small kitchen. Suna was standing by your side. For a while, he kept brushing his hair back and out of his face until he gave up and grabbed a hairband instead. You had to stop yourself a couple of times from staring at him, nothing obstructing the view of his features. You stood there in comfortable silence as you worked and he revealed some plates out of the cupboard. 

When you both walked over to the other pair, they both thanked you as you passed them the food, and Osamu brought something up, “There’ll be fireworks tomorrow night. We should all go.” He shrugged, giving his watermelon slice a great bite. 

“You’re coming, right, y/n?” The blonde insisted on your confirmation.

“Oh. Sure.” You smiled at them.

“Are you wearing a yukata for the festival?” Osamu prodded. 

“Maybe.” you hadn’t worn a yukata in years. “I might go see the sunflowers during the day.” 

“We could go with you if you like.”  

“Okay.” So it was settled. 

The next morning, the four of you met and made your way to the sunflower fields and walked along rows and rows of them. 

“Atsumu.” You called the blonde, and as he turned to look at you, you took a picture on your phone. 

“Oi! I wasn’t ready for that.”  He protested as he made silly poses to make you laugh. 

“She could’ve let you know hours in advance and still it’ll turn out bad.” 

“I still can’t believe people like you better than me.” 

You turned, hoping to find Suna near you but he was nowhere to be seen. You frowned, walking back the way you came. As you rounded a corner and almost reached the entrance where there was a small stand with buckets filled with sunflowers ready for sale, you saw him.

“There you are, Rin-“  The rest of the words vanished as one bright, yellow bloom appeared in front of you. Suna was offering one of the flowers to you. Extending your hand, you went to take it from him, fingers brushing as you did. 

“Thank you.” you smiled down at it, then back up at him. 

“Don’t thank me.” He patted your head, faint blush covering his cheeks matching yours. “What are you doing?” He questioned as he saw you aim your phone towards him. 

“Picture? It’s just… You look pretty. And the sunflowers…” What the hell were you saying? You stopped yourself as you looked over at him, faint blush now a bright pink. He covered your mouth with his hand in case you planned to kill him with another comment, making your eyes widen as he pulled you next to him. 

“Excuse me, sir.”  He called a man who was about to walk by. “Could you take us a picture, please?” 

And so you got your pictures. The man took several just in case. In the first one, you were looking up at Suna with a bright smile as you took in his reaction. The second one, he tried to hide his face a bit by placing his head on top of yours, and he was smiling on the rest.

Evening came, you were almost done getting ready to go out with your friends. The invitation was extended to the entire team and you were to meet them there. Your mom helped you put on your yukata. She stared at you through the mirror in front of you, she seemed happy. “I like that you’re going out more.” 

When you were done, you made your way to the festival. There were a lot of stands, so you didn’t know where to go first to find them. It wasn’t necessary, for as you took out your cellphone to shoot a quick text on the team's chat, Shinsuke stood in front of you, wearing his own yukata. He had a placid look on his eyes, seeming as if he was enjoying the night outing, while they took their time to take your appearance, “Good evening, y/n. You look nice.” 

“Thank you.” you smiled at him, “Not looking so bad yourself.” As you began walking, you asked, “Have I missed much?” 

“Not really. Atsumu has been trying to get every prize he can at the games while the others stop by the food stands.” 

It was not longer after that that Suna found a noticeably - coming from him any evident sign of emotion was something to take seriously- uneasy Kita.

“Kita-senpai?”

“Suna. Have you by any chance seen y/n?” 

“She got here already?” Kita took that as a no. 

“Yes, not so long ago. As we went to join you guys I looked beside me and she was gone. I’m worried she got lost in the crowd.”  Kita was beating himself up for it pretty seriously. If he’d been more careful, he could have prevented this from happening. 

Suna tried calling you, while looking side to side hoping to get a sight of you. No answer. It was directed to your voicemail. 

Both boys tried to reach you, unsuccessfully. Finally, they updated the rest and each went their way to look for you and agreed to meet near the entrance after some time if there weren’t any news. 

While you tried making your way back to Kita or hopefully find any of the others, you’d catched a glimpse of a gloomy little boy standing alone. It seemed like he had been crying not too long ago. 

“Hey, darling. Are you lost?”  he nodded, sniffling and rubbing his eyes. 

“Mommy told me to stay by her side but I wandered off to play and now I can’t find her.”  

By now, Suna swore he had walked the festival grounds thrice. And no sight of you. He was about to ask the others again when suddenly you showed up in front of him like an apparition. Relief washed over him as he saw you, and then he took in what was happening. You had a little boy in your arms, and he had signaled over to a woman excitedly, screaming for her. When the woman heard him, she turned sharply and hurried to meet with you. She took the boy from your arms and hugged him fiercely, while you smiled watching them reunited and she thanked you. Before they left, the little boy reached for you and gave you a hug and kissed your cheek. Only when you were alone, you realized your situation. You had become the lost kid. For one second you got distracted with your phone, and when you turned, you collided with Suna, who held you in a secure grip by your arm. 

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” Was the first thing he said, taking your full presence now, starting from where he felt your skin under his touch as he held you to staring at all of you. Your hair was unusually styled up, a bit disheveled by now. You had put a little makeup on, and were wearing a yukata too. To him you appeared absolutely breathtaking and just for a moment you stared at each other. But then he noticed the small cut on your temple and brought his hands to both sides of your face. 

“Are you hurt?” 

“That’s…  I fell while looking for Kita-senpai. There were these people handling a giant puppet and they didn’t see me so we crashed.” You hurriedly explained, flushing deeply under his concerned gaze as you avoided eye contact and gestured with your hands. He caught one of your hands as he saw your scuffed palms. “And my phone got broken. But I’m okay. Then I found a little boy who lost his mom and helped him find her. So I guess it’s good I got lost too.” You chuckled nervously.

The next thing Suna did caught you by surprise and almost killed you on the spot. He held both your hands up to his lips and kissed them right over your hurt skin. Then a kiss to your temple.  “There. Now’s much better.” He smiled at you, then offered his hand. “I’m not losing sight of you tonight.”  Nodding hazily, you took it and started walking - might as well floating- while your brain tried to make sense of what had just happened. 

“Y/N! It’s really you!” Suna let go of your hand as you got closer and  the group spotted you coming. 

“What are you on now? Of course it’s really her.” 

He skillfully brushed off the comments and approached you, grabbing your face much like Suna had done earlier, only his face was much closer, and you could smell the sugar off his breath from whatever sweets he had been eating earlier. If you were still holding hands you would’ve noticed  how tense the latter got. “Are you sure you’re okay?” What happened to your forehead? And your face. It’s a little red. Actually no, it’s redder now. “ Only when your gaze traveled quickly between his lips and back to his eyes, he realized how close he was and his breath cut in his throat. Atsumu blushed deep pink before Osamu broke the awkward moment for everyone. 

“Get out of her face, dude. Trying to steal the air out of her lungs? No wonder her face’s red.” 

“Y/N.” Kita started later, careful as you both sat on a bench and he placed a band-aid on your palm, the cute plushie a shy Atsumu had won for you sitting on your lap. “I’m so sorry for not noticing earlier that you were missing.” 

You gave him a soft look. You didn’t think he'd take it so personal. “It wasn't your fault. Stuff like this happens.” You tried to reassure him.

“But something worse could’ve happened to you. And if only I’d been more careful-” 

“It didn’t. And it wouldn’t have been your fault if it had.” You looked at him waiting to see if he understood. He gave you a slight nod and you smiled contentedly. “Besides, I’m tough, don’t you think?” That made him laugh. "What? You don't think so?" You faked offense.

"No- I mean yes. You are." You thought you saw a faint blush covering the apple of his cheeks. You let out a small chuckle, then you stood up.

“Now, let’s have fun all together." And he followed you to join the rest.

[emilycollins00]

Can I request a Kazunari x reader where neither of them is sure if their relationship is platonic/romantic?

Yes, yes, yes!! Literally went from not really sure how to start this to reinventing it all SO fast like-? The only answer I find is that I might love Kazunari too much which honestly, fair.

Please enjoy! 💕

Promise me we won’t let go (Kazunari x Platonic/Romantic! Reader)

Kazunari believes he has -over time of course, he was never this smooth despite what others might believe- been able to gain certain knowledge, regarding other people’s feelings and what they look for.

This obviously carries its own problems as well.

He had already admitted to himself long ago being overly accommodating to keep up with every single soul’s like and dislike he met: Kazunari is so good at listening! in his ears translated to, if he spoke up, he might end up saying the wrong thing -because people like to have someone who listens. Even those you’re so easy-going! came from learning to control his opinions to a degree that his real thoughts felt more like a side note.

Regarding this aspect, Mankai had certainly been an eye-opening experience. A before and after point in his life.

Thanks to everyone at the dorm -and especially his super-amazingly-cool-and-talented summer troupe members buddies- current Kazunari was more confident than ever in standing by what he actually enjoyed. Last week he even turned down quite the bizarre idea for that group project he had to present for his graphics and Illustration course! Like, hello? Yes. Kazunari Miyoshi was proud to say he had grown.

Which lead the blond actor to wonder, after seven Thursday nights in a row spent dancing with you until wee hours of the morning, whether this is the point he should be asking himself if you two were turning into a thing.

Seven weeks, and it's become such a regular thing that both of you have built your schedules around it, changing plans to ensure you two can make it out to the pub no matter what else is going on. He never gave it much thought. You both have known each other for years, after all. And yet-

A sudden buzz coming from his phone distracts him.

Are you finished with your classes? I'm in the cafeteria and I wanna see you before I leave back to the library.

He can’t help but notice his mood lights up considerably when the icon that pops on his screen is from you. Humming quietly, he enters the conversation.

Almost done! On my way~

He adds a few stickers and concentrates again on the professor's instructions about where they'll have to submit their canvas for the exam. Minutes later and learning storaged, he picks up his bag and waves a quick goodbye at the group he shares classes with. It’s almost six o’clock, and the summer actor enjoys the breeze and bustle of people while scrolling instablam’s stories, opting to go straight to where you were. His reflection shows on the phone briefly. He pouts and fixes his bangs. Maybe he should have worn his hat? His roots were starting to grow back and-

“Yo, Kazunari.”

“Oh?” he looks into the direction the familiar voice was coming. “Setzer, my man! What’s up? Never saw you around this time before.”

The purple-eyed clicked his tongue. “Class got cancelled. Talk about annoyin’” A noise from his pocket makes Banri pick up his phone, roaming through it distractedly. “Ya leavin’ too?”

“Ah, my bad. Y/N-pii is on their break at the cafeteria. I’m going to pass by before heading home. Wanna join?”

“Nah, pass. Got a paper due so might as well go and finish it.” Still looking at the phone, the autumn member frowns. “…Talkin’ bout Y/N-san, do ya think they are free next weekend?”

“Next weekend? Probably. Why?”

The autumn member sighs. “It’s Sora’s birthday.”

“Sora… The one we meet that time at the after-party of your club?” Kazunari’s mind goes back to the events just last semester. They were one of the first people Banri had gotten to know from his major at uni and honestly had a blast at the time. “Sounds boom! How are they doing?”

“Fine, I suppose. They have this house near the river where they want to do a barbeque  and has been askin’ me to contact Y/N-san.”

Kazunari thinks about it. You have always enjoyed get-togethers, especially birthdays. Moreover, even the few times you met with Banri’s friends he remembers you commenting how much you enjoyed it. “Mmm… I don’t think it’d be a problem? Y/N-pii is the type to let you know if something comes up anyway so you should totally ask them!”

“Sweet. They have been so freaking’ insistent about it.” Banri sighs, relieved. Yet as he’s about to start writing, he seems to falter, stopping his fingers midtrack. He looks at the blond, and his eyebrow frown confused. Kazunari has lived long enough with him to know he’s debating to say or do something -which is not really typical of Banri.

It makes him uncomfortable.

“Yahoo, earth to Setzer?” he laughs, waving in front of him. “Your eyes are creeping me out, man! You ‘kay?”

The autumn leader takes notice of his own actions and massages his neck. “My bad. I was just… you’re good, right?” he arches his eyebrows.

“Whadaya mean?”

“You know, my friend asking Y/N-san out. ”

Oh.

Should it bother Kazunari to know others were interested in you?

“It’s not like we are dating,” he replies with a short laugh. “Even if we were, Sora seems fun to hang out with, and a barbeque of all things? I bet it’s going to be epic! Remember to snap some cool pics to show off later!” he pats the young actor’s back.

"Okay, okay, you can stop now." This time, he does write on his phone with decision -though Kazunari notices him glancing in his direction one last time. “Then, I’ll let Sora know. Thanks, man.”

“No prob~ careful on your way home!”

Soon after he resumes his walk, another buzz and light come from his screen phone. It’s you again. He looks at the time and understands why you would write. It had gotten late.

Everything okay, prince charming?

He smiles at the nickname. And as a matter of fact, Kazunari feels okay with what just happened. Maybe. Honestly he can’t really make up his mind. But he’s no one to decide who you should hang out with in any case.

Found Setzer leaving uni and stopped to talk. Save me a seat!

Pff as if I hadn’t done that already you silly.

The sudden rethinking about your relationship shouldn't make him this weird.

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For the longest time you came to keep certain parts of your personality hidden. The rough, ugly parts. At least in your opinion.

Maybe that’s why you are able to see through Kazunari. A side of him that no one else saw, or at least that’s what your selfish self liked to think. To the world, Kazunari is a friendly, fashionable, and outgoing art student who also handles all too well graphic designs and whatever you may throw at him. Always open to being friends with anyone who crosses paths with him, no matter who they are.

As years pass by, your relationship has unfolded into whatever intimate thing it might have become nowadays. Now, you see more. You see his actual dorkiness. You see the way he gets frustrated with himself when ideas don’t come no matter how much he tries when the answer to the problem eludes him. See how incredibly smart he is. How much he truly loves studying. How selfless he is. You see the faint traces of what you can only call sadness when Kazunari mentions smiling at someone's low opinion of him as a person. How his eyes sparkle when he’s talking about a new art event.

He told you about his old days one time. It made you want to tell everybody who had never bothered to get this close to seeing the real him you didn't try hard enough. Which is why you couldn’t thank more in your mind to Tsuzuru’s unaware assistance for reaching Kazunari and allowing him to become the passionate actor he has come to be.

So yeah, you could say you with confidence you adored Kazunari.

And yet, there was something bothering you for a while.

You two have gotten used to people mistaking you for a couple. You didn’t pay much thought to it since you are both incredibly clingy with each other, and to be fair half of your instablams are photos of the two of you -and others, sometimes.

What you do notice, is that neither you nor Kazunari correct people when they assume so anymore.

What you notice is that you can hardly wait for it to Thursday night and be alone with him, even if you see each other almost everyday. And it scares you a bit.

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“So! What are you in the mood for before we hit the pub?”

You hum in thought. It’s gotten late, so you are sure the places you two usually go to must be almost full. “I'd like something cheap. This month I’m almost broke-” You sneeze. “Also preferably inside. Didn’t know it was going to be this cold today.”

“Hang on a sec, I gotchu!” happily, Kazunari takes off his jacket and puts it on you, making you sight. That was much better. “Aw, you’re so cute! Stay still!” he coos taking up his phone.

You laugh, letting him take a picture. “’Kay but give me your arm. I can at least give you some heat back.”

It feels like usual. You both decide to try some pizzas at a place near some park and are about to head inside when you hear someone calling your name in the distance. You wait a bit to recognize the person. Kazunari doesn't, mostly because of the talk he had with Banri not too long ago. Assuring he will wait for your conversation to ask for dinner, he takes his phone out to entertain himself.

Not too long he notices you walking back, and it takes even less time to know something is wrong. You are not looking at him, after all.

“Y/N-pii?"

"Shall we go?"

"Sure but are you ‘kay? Cuz I can-”

“No!” you hurry, almost tripping over your words in a rush to cut him up. “It’s- it’s fine.” You say under your breath, moving far from him. “You really don’t want to know.”

Smooth, Y/N.

You whimper, still holding tight onto Kazunari’s jacket. It really does smell like him and you feel like crying at how much it calms you down. You look into the blond's eyes. There's worry. And of course, that's what it takes for you to give in.

"Y/N-pii?"

“…can we sit?”

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“One drink coming right up!~”

You watch Kazunari walk towards you with a bottle of water that you open instantly as he sits next to you. This was the last conversation you wanted to have and yet somehow, destiny decided it should happen. You close the bottle. Ok then.

“So!” You finally speak with more confidence than you felt. “Sora invited me to their birthday party next weekend.” Kazunari nodded. That, he also knew. “Seemed fun, so then I asked if you could come too.”

“Me?”

You shrugged, playing with the bottle. “We met them together and I thought we all had a good time. Remember the karaoke?”

“Duh. Who knew their club was so good at impersonating?”

“Right? That was so cool.”

The conversation somehow ends there. A bark in the distance catches your attention.

“...So? What did Sora say?”

You press your lips, leaving the bottle to the side.

“They asked if I was dating you. And I…? I didn’t know what to say.” you take some air and lean back on the bench, closing your eyes. You feel Kazunari tense up and you don’t wanna see it. “Like, I know we are not because- actually I don’t know. I’ve been feeling confused about… this.” You sigh, sitting back again and pointing to both of you.

The summer actor desperately wants to say something. He wants to say the right thing, because you deserve it. He wants you to feel as comfortable with him as it always is. How could something supposedly so… possibly wonderful be so intimidating at the same time?

“Kazu what… are we?”

Again, he freezes like a coward when he finds himself trapped under the intensity of your fond stare. “I-” there’s pressure in his chest. “I don’t know. I’ve been thinking about it lately too.”

“Same.”

Silence appears again. Kazunari awaits a groan, an angry puff, or any type of discomfort on your part. Yet to his surprise he hears a faint laugh. although you fought it, it was there. Free, genuine, hard, and heartfelt, eyes closed and shoulders shaking. It really isn’t hard for Kazunari to imagine a more precious sound.

You infect him. It feels good, to laugh with you. Despite everything, he feels the tension dissipating somehow. “Oh god, I’m so sorry I don’t mean-” he hears you try to explain yourself between laughs. “It’s just- ugh, we are so lame.” you finally express softly. You lean on him. “Like, having a crisis about this? at the same time?”

“At least we can use it for the art.”

“Kazu!”

You rise your head and he winks, letting you know he’s joking. You take his hand, and he squeezes it. The act comes naturally. After a while you speak, although your voice breaks a bit.

“I just- I adore you so much Kazu. And the thought of falling in love with you is great, but at the same time is it really okay for us to roll with it?”

Kazunari squeezes your hand again and leans in to kiss you on the forehead. As he imagined, your eyes are glassy. "You know?" he informs you as he lets go of your hand and hugs you tightly. "Out of aaall the people I’ve known so far in my life, you are totes at the very top. Hey, I’m serious over here!” he insists when he moves away and sees you smiling skeptic. “For realsies, your name is next to like- a bazillion of red hearts! A place reserved for the mega-talented, mega-loving Y/N As long as I’m at least high in your top too.”

“Wha- did you hear a word I just said? Of course you are!”

Kazunari smiles. “Then I think that’s good enough for us right now, don’tcha?”

You sniff and reach out to kiss his cheek this time. "Let’s continue to go out on Thursday nights," you murmur, using your wrist to remove the tears that had accumulated. "Every Thursday night unless you have a performance, in which case I will definitely go see you and then we’ll go out afterward. I don't want to hear any excuses." You let your voice turn mock-stern.

“Hai, hai captain~”

As you get up, the summer member grabs your wrist again. You look down confused, finding a gleaming pair of green eyes, showing his phone.  

“Wanna take a selfie?”

The lights from the streetlights reflect on the back of his blond hair, and you suddenly feel weak on your knees with the most overwhelming relief. You love this person so much. “Sure. It does has been more than a day since we have.” You laugh, and do your usual pose, which is resting your arms around him in an embrace as you both decide what type of filter does match better for the day.

It doesn’t matter if it takes a while to put a name on what you two have. At the moment, Kazunari simply wants to go and spend some good quality time with you.

Which is fortunate -because you feel just the same.

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This was difficult but sooo worth it and interesting to write! Thank you for your request.

Wishing you all a wonderful day! 💕

[theredcuyo]

Shuake Inaba Story

So, i got this idea for a fanfic that I’ll write someday soon, but basically, Akira’s hometown was Inaba and Goro was sent there while he recovers under the protection of the anti-shadows unit

Details

After a few days in rehabilitation, Goro got a visit, at first he thougth Akira had found him, but it actually was Mitsuru Kirijo, who explained the situation to him and gave him the oportunity to pay for his crimes and use his power for the good, he agreed at last

Now, he’s had problems with the control of his personas, which Mitsuru explained is because of his bad mental health, after all that’s part of what personas are. And as such, she sent him to recover in the most peaceful place she knows, yakushima

But later she realized that it would be easier to keep him in check at inaba, so she sent him there, on the way they talked for a bit and he mentioned “not having a proper highschool experience” he said more as a joke, but she related to ir, so she made an excuse with a tricked test to sent him back to last year to have one

Goro is staying at the Shirogane’s residence, it was Naoto’s idea so there wouldn’t be problems about security and keeping him in check with going to school and to the therapyst sesions. Goro was more excited than he will admit about meeting the “original detective prince”

Mitsuru had thought there wouldn’t be problem about Goro getting recognized because after all, no one comes and goes of Inaba that often, but she learned a little bit too late that Inaba was actually the hometown of the lider of the phantom thieves, she doesn’t do anything about it because it looks like Goro cares for him, so Mitsuru figures that it’ll be good for him to have someone he knows around, she didn’t tell Akechi tho

Akira was texting Ann on the way home, and she only then discovered that he was from there, the thing is that she and Shiho are also staying in inaba, so she was almost killing him for not telling her sooner

Akira barely survived the travel home because all the time after that Morgana was lecturing hm, but he didn’t think he was that tired until at his arrival he saw Goro Akechi, just standing there, searching for a machine that could have coffee. He was just there, breathing, standing still, and trash talking the vending machines for not having any coffee

He dropped his things without thinking about the cat in his bag and ran to him, and only then Goro saw him, but he couldn’t quite process it before being held into a hug, and also getting slaped in the face while Akira tried his best to say a million things in one second, like if it was the only one they had

When he finally calmed down, they talked for a bit, and after that they walked home side by side, and Akira wanted to say the one thing he had wanted to say for so long, but then, then his words just didn’t come out, at least not ones that Goro could understand, Akira then internally cursed his expression level habilities

Akira thougth it was already a long enough day, and he did not expect again another shock to his already too tired brain, after all not every day you have to convince your dad to not call on the police to report a found missing person, who just happens to be your crush rival, after all Akira’s dad is still a Policeman

Akira and Goro sit together in class, and both usually fell sleep because they get really bored, Morgana does not aprove this sleeping schedule

Goro wears a black long sleeved sweater that Akira had gifted him back in 3rd semester, also his hair is in a ponytail because he hasn’t got the time to cut it

Akira wears a turtleneck under the uniform because he got too used to it

Ann was vey unsure on how to react, but Akira talked with her before she saw Goro, they agreed on her “giving him a chance” and not telling the others yet (Futaba was spying on them tho)

Goro does social service at noons, he’s a free tutor, that’s how he met shiho, becuase she needed the help after basically skiping a whole year, and thanks to that Ann warmed up to him

Morgana is feeling really uneasy about the tv in Akira’s bedroom, he can’t quite explain why, he just does not like it and always warns him to not get to close to it

Morgana has been teasing Goro about his feelings for Akira ever since they got to talk about the engine room, it started as Goro asking if he knew why he was alive and ended in Akechi yelling at a cat that he was definitely not in love with his most importan person rival

Now sketches I made :D

[zsphoenix]

It's been forever and 1 times since I last wrote fanfiction. Here is a little bit of a come back. Hopefully I can make this in 3 parts.

Sterek, university professor/student Au!

Part one

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The first time that they saw each other, they were crossing a bridge going on opposite ways. Their eyes met, they recognized each other; Derek waved his hand while talking to a colleague that walked along beside him, Stiles smiled and said "Hey, professor!".

That was the first time they saw each other in person, though. They met a year and a half before, during class.

It was 2020, Stiles was starting his second year as a Master student. He had chosen professor Hale's class because he was interested in folklore and magic, and the professor specialized in urban myths.

Due to the pandemic, all classes were online, so Stiles was following more lectures than recommended -but oh, how he was happy to do so! So much content! Knowledge for ages!

He opened the zoom app and prepared for the class. Slowly but surely he and his colleagues started to be accepted into the conference room, where the professor's camera was turned to the side and Stiles could only see half his arm, with sound off. As soon as everyone was connected, prof. Hale appeared on screen, turned on the audio and smiled.

Stiles' brain stopped working.

He blinked a couple of times, watching one of the most gorgeous people he's ever seen -including Lydia AND Jackson- speak about the semester ahead. Those green eyes were hypnotic, and better yet, he could listen to the man speak forever -he had such a nice voice... but quick enough he got his head back into the game and started taking notes about the class. He was considering asking professor Hale to be his Thesis Advisor, therefore he had to do his best and Be Present in class. And maybe impress him a little on the way wouldn't hurt.

-

The semester passed fast, but time seemed to stop during Magic and Floklore classes. Stiles got the attention of professor Hale, as he wanted, by making controversial remarks that made the professor reflect and exchange ideas with the students. After the fourth class, professor Hale started to invite Stiles to reflect upon the lecture's topic of the day, and they often exchanged smiles. Once or twice they even joked around in front of the other students, for prof.Hale's late mortification.

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Derek liked Mr. Stilinski.

He liked how he held himself -very confident even when his point of view was a questionable one, and he was amenable to discussing different perspectives. It was important for someone that studied mythology to have an open mind.

He enjoyed their exchanges in class, mostly because so many students were quiet and teaching through zoom was depressing. He missed being in the classroom, full of new blood.

It didn't hurt that Mr. Stilinski was handsome to top off his brain. He had luminous eyes and a mouth that had been plaguing Derek's dreams for almost a month. His salvation was near, though, because soon exams would come and go -hopefully Stiles would take them on the first round- and then he wouldn't have to worry or avoid (very, very hard) fantasizing about him.

-

As predicted, exams happened.

Stiles studied a lot. He was confident that while professor Hale liked him, he wouldn't make it any easier for him.

And he was right.

Professor Hale gave him a 9.5/10. Probably because Stiles didn't mention the article professor Hale had written.

Oh well, it's not a bad grade! Now all Stiles has to do is prepare his research topic for next month.

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"Hello, Mr. Stilinski, tell me everything", Derek said to the student on the other side of the zoom call. The young man gave him a small smile and moved on his chair.

"So, I was wondering what do you think of rural legends and their influence in urban myths as a research topic. Is it feasible?"

Derek touched his beard, thinking.

"Well it depend on which legends you want to use. You'd have to chose samples in order to be able to compare them, the way you speak about it is a bit broad".

Stiles kept moving in his chair, side to side, biting his lips. He nodded.

"Cool, I'll find a few samples".

They stared at each other for a moment. Derek had a suspicion of why this was coming up.

"Is that all?" Is not that Derek wanted to be rude. He just likes to be direct. Besides, those lips were A Problem for him. At the hair? It looks like someone passed their fingers through them and tugged. Did Mr. Stilinski got out of bed directly to the call?

"Eeh, I was wondering if you'd like to be my thesis advisor?"

There it is.

Fuck.

Think, Hale, think!

Derek breathed deeply.

"I could be, if you think your topic will be this one". He shrugged, pretending to be nonchalant. He wouldn't abandon a student just because he wanted to taste his lips, fingers on his hair.

"Yes, I'm sure. I have been handling legends in urban areas all my life, coming from Beacon Hills and-"

Beacon Hills? What a coincidence....

He must never know.

[bringbackmaes14]

Weird things that happened in my French class this semester, specifically relating to my teacher

I will be referring to my professor as Prof W. My classmates will be J and S. (Also for reference not relating to my teacher but the class, on the first day of class there were six students (including me), on the second day there were three of us, and by the fourth week and through the end of the semester, it was just me, J, and Prof W.)

On the first day of class, Prof W walked into the classroom, asked if he was the teacher, left when no one responded, then came back 10 seconds later and said “oh, no, I’m the teacher”

Prof W never had an attendance sheet, he just made us write down our first names on a sheet of notebook paper and that was it

Prof made us buy the textbook off some weird international textbook website I've never even heard of rather than through the school bookstore???

On the second day of class, Prof W couldn’t find the classroom even though S, J, and I were all sitting relatively close to the door. When we pointed out the classroom to him, he said “oh you know, they are always changing the numbers.”

Prof W didn’t know what time class started or ended at for the first week even though he started and ended class on time. To remedy this he started setting an alarm for the end of class every day.

After literally not moving from one spot in the classroom for like, five minutes, Prof W started coughing and said “Sorry. You know I’m allergic to all of this.”

Prof W is not on the “rate my professor” website

Prof W taught us the phrase “pas de soucis” which translates to “no worries” he then started laughing and said there was a funny story behind the phrase. The funny story was that “the French were trying to colonize people in Australia but then the English came and massacred everyone and everyone said ‘pas de soucis’ about it.” That was the extent of the story. Prof W said all this while laughing.

I have no idea where Prof W prints out our tests. There are plenty of perfectly functional printers all over campus. He gave us our first test, and it was so low on ink that the questions were barely legible. By the time I got to the third question, the professor said “oh I should put this up on the screen”, and I realized I had done problem 1 wrong because part of it wasn’t even printed on the paper. (We were having to tell the time on analog clocks but apparently, some clocks had suns next to them and some had moons, so suddenly my answers like “midi” had to be changed to “minuit”.)

Professor W is not entirely fluent in English. There have been a few times where he’s explained things in French and then said “I don’t know if this is a word/phrase in English. Do you say [insert regular everyday words] in English?” This particular day's words/phrases included the word “anecdote” (which is pronounced the almost exactly the same in English and French and means the same thing), whether there’s a difference between the words for kitchen sink and a sink in the bathroom (because there is in French), and the proper grammar and usage of the words “coming” and “going” (which is just... wtf).

On our second test we had to describe where a monkey was in relation to a cube because we were learning directions. The problem was he never taught us what the words for cube or monkey were, so I just had to figure out which was which based on the pictures and the directional words in the question. I almost got 3 of them wrong because of this.

During fall break, Professor W showed up at my job looking for a book (I work in the college library). We talked a little and I mentioned I only have class on Tuesdays and Thursdays (this is relevant for later, it's also relevant to mention this happened on a Tuesday and it was the last day of fall break). I left him to peruse the French textbooks and eventually he found one he liked. He passed me, said goodbye and left. He then came back like 10 seconds later and said "Do I need my school ID to check these out?" WTF OF COURSE YOU DO SIR. So he put the books back because he didn't have it and left again. He then came in A THIRD TIME and asked me, "Do we have class on Thursday?" I was awestruck. Did we??? Apparently he just got confused when I said I only had class on Tuesdays and Thursdays and thought I meant Fall Break extended to this Thursday? And then he said "Okay well let me know if we don't have class." And left???? SIR I'M NOT IN CHARGE OF WHETHER WE HAVE CLASS OR NOT YOU ARE (although I could've just texted J and been like "do you wanna skip class?" and we wouldn't miss anything because he'd have no one to teach.)

Prof W was teaching me how to conjugate verbs with passe compose, and he was doing "er" verbs, which I've learned a lot of (manger, marcher, jouer, parler) and he conjugated "manger" on the board, and then he couldn't think of another "er" verb and he was quiet for another second and then he wrote "tuer" on the board, and said "tuer, which means 'to murder'" LIKE THAT WAS A COMPLETELY NORMAL THING TO FOLLOW UP WITH???? I WAS ALONE WITH THIS MAN IN THE CLASSROOM AND SCARED FOR MY FUCKING LIFE

During the third test in this class Prof W stopped me in the middle of my test to ask me about another student's grades. He asked me if "F" was failing (which... WHAT WHY DON'T YOU KNOW THAT) and then asked me what "FA" was and he gave this whole spiel about how the student has missed a lot of class and he's thinking about dropping out but he'd lose a lot of scholarship money. I then explained that "FA" probably meant "failed attendance". Prof said "oh that's good that makes sense" and then just walked back to his desk

During that same test: the test was only 7 questions and numbers 5 and 6 were exact repeats of 1 and 2 and Prof was like "oh I guess just cross out the doubles". Also these weren't just one part problems like "write a one-sentence response to this question" they were both like 5 part problems. Also when he was looking over the repeating questions he pointed at part of #1 and went "this is wrong you should fix that" SIR THIS IS A TEST I APPRECIATE THE HELP BUT YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO HELP ME

I got to class one day and the door was locked and it's never locked so that was weird. Prof W shows up and his card doesn't open the door. SO HE JUST TAKES US BACK TO THE LOBBY TO HAVE CLASS????? AND. AND. HE DIDN'T EVEN TAKE US TO ONE OF THE TABLES MEANT FOR MULTIPLE PEOPLE TO SIT DOWN AT HE TOOK US TO ONE OF THE TINY COFFEE TABLES WITH ARMCHAIRS AROUND IT????

Also regarding his card not opening the door, he said he would call someone to put the class on his card before he walked to the lobby. And then he didn't for 35 minutes. He sat us down and got us working and only after 35 minutes did he stand up, say "I have to take this", and go call security to open the door.

We had an assignment due on 11/28 at midnight and J and I were both working on it that day, but we got confused if we were supposed to pick 1 of the 2 prompts to complete or if we had to complete both, so I texted Prof W at 1:30 pm for this assignment (which I will remind you was due that night at midnight). Well anyway, he texted me back AT FUCKING 8:30 THE NEXT MORNING and said "you have to do both". I had already done both just to be safe, but Jazmine was not so lucky 

J got an email from Prof W, from his college email AND IT GAVE HER A PHISHING WARNING??? LIKE STRAIGHT UP OUTLOOK WAS LIKE "this guy is a scammer" WHAT

For background, throughout the semester, every week we've had to present a recording of ourselves reciting passages from the textbook in class. What Prof W didn't tell us UNTIL FUCKING TODAY, THE DAY OF THE FINAL, is that we apparently were supposed to turn all of these into the Dropbox each week. BUT HE NEVER FUCKING TOLD US THAT SO I DELETED THEM BECAUSE I THOUGHT THEY WEREN'T IMPORTANT SO NOW I HAVE TO RERECORD LIKE 12 MINIATURE ORAL PRESENTATIONS

He graded the final exam OUT OF 10????? I got a 10/10 so it's fine but WHO THE FUCK GRADES A FINAL EXAM OUT OF 10???

Anyway I love this man and I want him to be my French professor again.

[theselfshippingwitch]

Ray x Violet - A Christmas Romance - Saturday, November 25th

A dinner party for the Ghostbusters the Saturday after Thanksgiving

-

"I'll get it!"

Violet, in her dark blue sweater and black jeans, opened the door to her and Ray's house. "Janine!"

"Hey, Violet. I brought the Broccoli casserole. It's my sister's recipe. Is my boyfriend still in your library?"

Egon had been working on some sort of research that required the books from Ray's private collection - the books he wasn't about to sell to just anyone who walked into the bookstore. "Presumably. I haven't actually seen him since yesterday morning." Violet took the casserole from Janine, and she took her coat off.

"I'd better go make sure he actually slept in the guest bedroom instead of at the desk again."

"Okay! I'll put this in the kitchen with Ray. He's just putting the finishing touches on his pumpkin pie!"

Violet brought the casserole to the kitchen, where Ray was wearing a white apron and matching chef's hat over his usual attire of a green sweatervest and gray slacks. "How goes it?" she asked.

"Well, I don't think it'll be as good as your mother's apple pie, but it's coming along."

She kissed his cheek. "Have I mentioned how cute you look in your little hat and apron?"

Ray blushed. "I would have remembered if you did."

The doorbell rang again. "I've got it. You keep working on dessert, handsome."

This time it was Louis at the door. "I brought the Turkey! You know, if you wait until Friday to buy it, they're selling it at half off! Do you believe it? I got the last one, it's only about five pounds, but I figure we'll have enough side dishes everyone will get enough food anyway!"

His girlfriend Layla came in after him. "I'm just really glad he didn't burn it. I'm proud of you, babe."

Winston came in next with his girlfriend, Cecile. Violet was ecstatic. "Cecile! Oh my gosh, it's been forever! How's the literature class going?"

"Fantastic! The students are wonderful this semester!" she said in her posh English accent. "But we'll have to see what happens when term papers come in. Where can I set up the charcuterie board?"

Winston gave Violet a tight hug. "Violet, hey girl, how's it going, how was your Thanksgiving? I bet Ray was happy to see your family again!"

Violet nodded. "He blends in so well with the men in my family, it's almost uncanny. And what about you? Specifically, you and Cecile. How was meeting her family?"

"Oh great, you know, you know..."

Next in was Steffi, Violet's personal assistant. "Hey, gorgeous. Good to see you again. I've got your half-caff mocha latte with soy milk and extra whipped cream."

"Steffi, you don't have to do that. You're not working for me right now, you're just here as my friend."

She gave Violet a look. "You know how my life falls apart when I'm not working."

"Hmm, okay. You know what you can do for me?" she leaned in and whispered, "Get the deets about Cecile and Winston's relationship while Cecile is still here. Winston is still holding out on the good stuff."

Steffi winked, and made her way over to Cecile.

Peter and Irina were the last to show up, with Irina's adoptive son Shannon in tow. He politely thanked Violet in his soft voice for hosting the event. Irina held up a large tray. "I brought stuffing! I made it with extra spicy sausage. Three different kinds. It's a family recipe." She grinned coyly, and her already sharp fangs seemed to grow sharper in the light from the chandelier.

Peter raised his glass at dinner. "To Violet. For having the idea to tell Slimer the party starts two hours after it actually started. For once, we can all eat a meal in peace!"

[christianjaym]

Pitch Experience: Part 2/ Finale Any Last Words?

The next pitch came a few months later, and I noticed that I wasn't nervous anymore. I think it's because I had experienced what it's like to be in front of my classmates. This pitch was about LPGs because I had experienced a problem where the gas suddenly ran out, and it was because I wasn't aware of when it would be empty or the gas levels in the tank. So, I thought I could create a technology to monitor the amount of gas left inside the tank. I called it GasWise Pro, a stove with a display monitor that automatically turns on when you turn on your LPG. It was a good proposal, as Sir said, but it was only neutrally approved because there were details I didn't know well, and I was asked to repeat it next time to improve my product. My classmates also had suggestions to further enhance my product, and I was grateful to them. Our instructor recommended adding a leak detector to my product, asking, "What is more important to you, the satisfaction of your stomach or safety?" I preferred safety, and Sir shared the idea of, "What if there is a leak, and you won't know about it?" So, I became curious and followed our instructor's suggestion.

After that, I immediately researched more about my product and realized that the problem lies with the stove itself since most people already have stoves in their houses and don't need to buy a new one for those minor benefits. So, I thought of changing my product to something more convenient, a regulator, so I named it WiseGas Pro Regulator as it is somehow similar to my former product it is more effective that is why I put the wise first. The regulator acts as a barrier to prevent pressure from exceeding its standard amount to avoid bursting. I added a twist to detect leaks by incorporating an analog system with sensors and indicators. A gas sensor detects LPG and alerts the indicators, which are three colored LED lights (green for almost full to full, yellow for half and almost empty, and red for empty), along with a slow tempo beeping sound. To detect leaks, the beeping buzzer will beep rapidly while the red light is blinking. With these developments, Sir finally approved my idea, and I felt joy and satisfaction.

Reflecting on my experiences in class from the start to the last part, which is the pitching, I have come to realize that I have really developed in the realm of business. The teachings of our instructor were impactful, as they made me feel confident to take risks and start a business. Though I wasn't convinced by him at first and felt intimidated, it made me realize that "I will be serious this time." I laughed at a so-called quiz he gave us, where we were instructed to use blue ballpoint pens, knowing that most of us only had black pens. Without the pen, I rushed out of the campus just to buy one, only to find out it was a simple quiz about connecting dots.

 Although I was frustrated, I later understood that he was setting expectations and preparing us for future challenges. He wanted to show that he wouldn't pamper us and that we were now in a different stage of life. His tough approach was meant to prepare us for the real world.

Overall, there were bunch of ups and downs yet are not entirely undoable. As the semester ends, I hope to use what I've learned in my future career. The lessons and experiences from this course have been invaluable, and I am eager to apply them in real-world situations. I appreciate our instructor for pushing us to think differently and become more resilient. His challenges and high expectations have helped us grow and prepared us for the obstacles we may face in our professional lives. Overall, this experience has been crucial in shaping my approach to future endeavors.

These are my Last Words.

[codegengar]

just two hours prior, i was agonizing the rest of the night. i now feel very accomplished. it goes to show how just pushing through things despite your mental state can lead to an overall win for both your productivity and mood. it's not always easy, though, given bpd.

for context, i was offered my ideal job for co-op at my university. which, don't get me wrong, made me really happy upon seeing the message yesterday as i got ready to go see the screening of five night's at freddy's on halloween. however, i had gotten an email from another really good opportunity for an interview, which pays higher than my first choice, and is a similar kind of work. the difference is that mine caters to both students and staff, while the other one is only educational tech support to staff, with a lot of creative side projects to work on, as opposed to projects such as coding and data visualization. i want to learn more techy things, as well as my previous work at the bookstore being a point in contact with the first technology centre. but a part of me felt some grief because i wanted to be a graphic designer and content creator when i was younger, and i felt almost like i was throwing away that dream that little me had, and someone still holds onto every time i pick up a pen.

i sent in the email to respectfully decline the interview this morning. as well as cancel the interview to a big technology and accounting firm who also requested an interview with me. that felt really overwhelming, but i knew i had to as i had two assignments due tonight. all of these responsibilities would have incapacitated me mentally.

but all of that weighed on me heavily, and intensely. although i had woken up at around eleven or noon with d, i did not get out of bed until past five in the afternoon. i debated on what to eat, and almost gave up on the idea. there was a tiny platter of cheese leftover from when t and e came over and d and i had prepared a makeshift charcuterie board, minus the meat and garlic bread bits. just cheese. usually i do not like just eating blocks of cheese, a relic from my childhood where my mother gave me blocks of marbled cheese to eat in an attempt to increase my dairy intake. but goat cheese with herbs... sublime!

although these people could care less about me, it feels like i'm letting them down. if people become aware of my existence (which i do not make a habit of allowing), i need for them to have a good opinion of me. not that i wrote a disrespectful email to them, but... there is just some feeling of wrongness.

while i let these thoughts pass, i felt the wave of dissociation blanketing over my thoughts and encompassing my body in a warm cocoon of emptiness, as if it were comforting me. it is almost motherly in this sense, as it came to extinguish the anguish that i failed to pinpoint. why did any of this matter? i acted appropriately. which is always my fear, that i am not. i would wish my therapist would psychoanalyze me about this. i think she has, about my social anxiety. i can't remember what she said. that's just as well, with my security blanket always washing away memories like powder through a sieve...

as i did some routine tasks such as spending some resin on genshin impact, i thought about the two assignments i had for my undesirable course of the semester. you would think that a class on k-pop would be fun, but this class is anything but. i might elaborate in another post at the end of the year if i decide to do a semester review. i had a written assignment which i had, for some reason, thought was five hundred words (it was three hundred, i got mixed up with the recent paper proposals for my two courses which were to that length). then a pop-quiz on last lecture's content, which i had recorded as i do not pay attention. while i agonize about how unattainable it felt, as i have done none of the readings for that week and did not pay attention during the lecture, i decided to go outside and walk to my residence's main building to pick up my package. a halloween gengar sweater that came a day too late. but nonetheless, it will be worn and treasured. the fresh air did help, and i eventually decided to make my favourite meal, fire noodles, despite its unhealthiness. if i were to put in the effort to use any other items in my pantry and fridge, it would have been more beneficial for my passive weight loss goals, but the thought of cooking something from scratch was too overwhelming.

it was really good. i did not overcook anything this time, and all of the components were perfect. i had regular fire noodles this time, with two eggs, perfectly jellied, shabu shabu pork belly, carbonara fire dumplings, and my usual garnish of baby cucumbers, scallions, and cheese. sesame oil, sesame seeds, and the seaweed garnish packet for the final touches. sublime!

i watched some more masterchef canada season three while i was eating. there is just something more enjoyable when watching cooking shows (not kitchen nightmares, though) while eating.

revitalized, i decided to open up canvas and look at a potential reading i could skim and reference in my paper. it was long (as all of the papers the lecturer assigns for this class, which i think is unnecessary as she assigns three to four readings of twenty plus page length every week. very unattainable considering this class is considered an elective to most). i ended up taking a look at the actual assignment instructions, and the questions she wanted us to answer, i could actually do without any academic references. and so i did. and to put in one source to meet the minimum criteria for this assignment, i was pleased to find that the last paper listed of the week seven list aligned with what i wrote, and i inputted the in-text citation for it behind one of my sentences. again, i realized at this point that i needed to cut down my words tremendously as i had around five hundred fifty, which i thought would be okay as that was the cut off for the paper proposal, but i had forgotten that reading responses for this class was a maximum of three hundred fifty. so i did a lot of cutting down. but it was done fairly quickly, as it is easier to cut down rather than add more words.

now it was onto the pop-quiz.

unfortunately, my multitasking had rendered some of the recording visually incapacitated (i.e. i was trying to fix my discord third party custom skin, and had left winrar open for about five minutes over zoom). i kept skimming through the video for definitions to answer the five questions, and i had found a few after letting it play in certain parts. i was stuck on the last one, but eventually through some buffering through, i found the exact part where it was mentioned. it was quoted word for word, the quiz with the lecture.

excellent.

that's one of the things i dislike about this class. i do not know if it is part of the korean education system, but we had a guest lecturer for today and she did the same thing as my current lecturer does – read out a script basically (which was probably how the teaching assistant wrote the quiz word for word from what she had said). it is very formal and their voices are very monotone, which is hard to stay engaged with. anti-fun. if i tried really hard to, i could pay attention and take notes, but at this point, we do not have any examinations where i have to listen to the lectures attentively. i could rely on the readings and research for the final paper assignment. because what she "says" (re: recites) in lectures are just ideas from all the papers she assigns, anyway.

in total, these two assignments only took me two hours, unlike the five hours i anticipated from seven to midnight. i noticed in my email (which i have been avoiding by changing my phone's focus to my i'm going ghost mode – aka, no messages or notifications can be seen through the lock screen or as a banner) that my lap tray from costco is ready to be received through the main residence's mailboxes.

i happily put on my hoodie and made my way down from my building, vaguely concerned for the weather as the two girls in the elevator on my way down were wearing raincoats and donning a large, black umbrella. well. it was too late now. i trudged through the rain in my pikachu adidas slides and made my way to mailbox b-10, and got my box which i used as a rain cover on my way back to my dorm. i hope that everyone that i had passed by doesn't think i'm weird.

a concern i constantly have. it is very tiring.

i unpackaged it and revelled in its utility. i cannot wait to use my ipad and eat on the floor with it. i really do not like the desk and chair that the dorm came with, and it's hard to concentrate. i think the association with gaming and my personal computer also does not help.

i shared my sense of accomplishment and triumph over today's challenges in my prof's server afterward, to which he suggested i journal about this. and i haven't written on here in a while. so here i am. this is a reminder that i can accomplish tasks that feel overwhelming. and be eloquent, somewhat, than what i feel as of right now and my current unemployment. more on that later, perhaps.

in the meantime, i got to go do my genshin dailies.

[lilygreyham]

Fundamentals 1: The Final Post

24th May - My Reflection

To conclude my time in the Fundamentals Software class for this semester, my last post here is a reflection on how I feel about the overall course experience.

First of all, I am so so glad I took this class. In my situation of doing a graduate diploma (which has now changed into something sort of like a bachelor's thats been cut down to two years, I think) I really had no idea what I was getting myself into, at all. It was suggested that I take on the Fundamentals class just as a good recap to what basic design skills I had and an introduction to skills that I'd need while taking on my second year papers. I definitely bit off more than I could chew by jumping straight into second papers and I would honestly say Fundamentals has saved me from an almost certain nightmare-ish experience. This class has supported me immensely in my papers as I had to catch up on a lot of learning and building skills as I had basically just skipped a whole year of all of that. Even the mere basics like how to get around Illustrator, Photoshop, InDesign. All the various shortcuts and efficient ways to carry out a task that would've taken me much longer to figure out by myself (and I hate online tutorials).

I think Toby was amazing at teaching this class. He made it easy to understand each process and gave us a lot of notes and valuable information as to why we should do things a certain way or even discuss the different ways you can do the same task on these applications. I feel as though sometimes we moved through the steps too quickly and at times I struggled to keep up but I also knew that I could ask Toby or Alexia for help and get back on track. I thought that the tasks were very informative and the homework we were given was always something interesting and gave us the chance to challenge ourselves even further. I'm also grateful for Toby checking in on me to sort my sh*t out and catch up on all the work that I hadn't completed on Tumblr by the mid-sem break. I feel a bit disappointed in myself that I didn't finish the children's book as our final assignment but for all the work I have completed and posted on Tumblr I feel very proud.

I think the hardest thing for me was my time management. I felt extremely overwhelmed by the second year papers and ended up prioritising those over this class which I know should've looked more like an equal balance between the two. My time management is forever a work in progress and this class has highlighted that there's still work to do around that issue. As for the actual work, I felt like I really excelled in my skills when looking at them from start to finish. From drawing basic lines to competently drawing up illustrated pages for a children's book (even though it was traced) I think I have come far in my abilities and owe a lot of it to this class. This class has also inspired me in various ways to keep building on these skills, whether is editing photos, creating new illustrations or even potentially designing a personal children's book for my new born nephew, I feel like there's a lot more that I want to do and this is only the beginning. I think there's always going to be something more and something new to learn when using these applications, so I just want to really push myself to keep up the good habits and work on the bad ones so I can further my skills and become a great designer.

Thank you so much Toby and Alexia for all the help, I'll be sure to see you guys around the campus!

[bruddarts102-01]

Over the course of the last weeks of the semester we have been working on our progress books. I have struggled with mine because I am designed two similar books and was not sure if I want them to be similar or come up with completely different ideas. I ended up deciding to make them similar since they both over lap with some of the work. These past two weeks I’ve redo the cover and each tab layout, along with make sure sections. Overall, the process has been long trying to figure out what I want to fit in the book. I’m hoping that by the end, I’ll have a nice cohesive book to present for my final grade.

There is no reading this week we are supposed to reflect on the course.

Overall, I have enjoyed the assignments that were give. I particularly enjoyed the typography ones with arranging letters. While this project was an easier one, it showed how fun letter arrangements can be and how easily you can do it. I also enjoyed learning photoshop, some of the techniques learned, like the clipping mask (also in AI) I have been taking to every class and using it almost daily on other projects. I had never really worked with photoshop until this class, and now I feel like I can open it up and not feel completely clueless about working in it. Our Greats Ideas poster and logos extremely helped me in my portfolio class for graduation because I needed both of these things to be in there and it helped me save some time making extra ones. I also enjoyed the way we made things in this class, I typically didn’t start my work by sketching before, but it helps with the brainstorming process a lot and it gave me a new perspective on design.

[footygirl114]

Falta de Comunicación (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

The winning story from my asks as promised, sorry its a day late, had a shit week but wanted to get something out for y’all. Hope y’all enjoy this rollercoaster of angst.

The last thing you expected when you finished teaching your final class for the semester was to be stood up by your girlfriend. She had texted you the night before to let you know she has reserved a table at a trendy restaurant near your school and wanted you to meet her there to celebrate. You sat there for an hour nursing a cocktail before you gave up and went home.

It wasn’t till almost midnight when she had texted you an apology as she had gotten caught up at a media event the federation had asked her to come to and she lost track of time. You knew when you started dating a football star that things would be tricky but you had no idea how left behind you would feel. 

You had met Alexia almost two years ago, you had moved to Barcelona to teach English and never expected to meet someone that you would change your life for. The plan was a 6 month contract and then move on to another country as you wanted to see the world. You were only in Barcelona for a month when you met the superstar, and now you had signed on full-time and bought an apartment here. 

Alexia and a few of her teammates were involved in a local schools sports day at Camp Nou, as a newer teacher you had volunteered to supervise the event and were involved in some set up. While you were there early before the kids you were introduced to Alexia, and the rest of the day was spent flirting with her between events. When the kids had left and you were getting ready to head out, she had approached you and offered to show you around the city. 

The first time you met up with her, she really did just show you the city. It wasn’t till the end of the day when she walked you home and she place a kiss on your cheek. She nervously avoided eye contact and asked if you would let her take you on a date. You thought she was adorable and you were just as infatuated with her. 

It took 6 weeks before you were able to have your first date, as she was in Spain camp, and then had a string of away games. Once you did have that first date you both were inseparable when neither of you were busy. Until she had to leave again for training camps. Starting your relationship this way made you appreciate the time you did spend together and you knew you would have to have patience. 

Now almost 2 years since you met her you knew she was the one for you, you had only been together for just over a year with all the time spent apart, but you had no doubts that she was the one for you. The only problem was she was gaining popularity and as a teacher of teenagers, you both decided to keep your relationship out of the public eye. Which meant that as she got busier, you often got left behind. 

Missing a dinner wasn’t that big of a deal in the end as she showed up to your condo the next morning, with coffee, breakfast and an apology. You knew she was trying her best and that you would just need to have some patience with her. 

It was only a week later when Alexia had stood you up again. Both of you had your own apartments but were talking about getting a place together, you had reached out to realtor friend who offered to met with you both to go over the specifics. Alexia had given you a time that she knew she was free, as you were on school break you could make anything work. She had been busy with interviews and media for the upcoming Ballon d’or ceremony, so you let her dictate when you could meet. 

Texting her in the morning before your appointment, she confirmed she would be there in the afternoon. You ended up having to meet with the relator alone, and you were not able to go over any specifics. Alexia was unreachable and you were definitely annoyed. 

Heading back to your apartment after the embarrassing meeting was when your phone rang, you saw it was Alexia and immediately picked up asking “Where were you?”

“Lo siento hermosa, I was at a photoshoot and I didn’t have my phone on me” she immediately apologises. 

You shake your head but remember that she cant see you so you ask “Why did you tell me you would be free today for this meeting?” 

“Babe, I promise I was free but when I got a call this morning about the club needing me for a photoshoot I thought I could make it work too, Im sorry” she says, you can tell she feels bad and you start to feel your anger slip a bit. 

“Are you done with the shoot now?” you ask your love. 

She pauses and then adds “Yes, but I am going out with some of the sponsors for a drink, they want to buy me dinner” 

You want to be upset but you can’t, you would never hold her back from doing what she loves. You know she’s doing this because she believes that this is how she can grow the woman’s game. “Okay, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then?” 

“Of course hermosa, Mama is so excited to see you” she says and then adds on “Te amo Y/N, i’ll see you tomorrow morning” 

“Adios love” you reply as you both hang up. As you get home to an empty apartment you settle on your couch and all you can think about is how easy it is for her to forget about you. You have been so excited about the possibility of living with your love, that you have been waiting for this meeting for weeks. Maybe you think she just isn’t as in it as you are. 

Falling asleep that night with the doubts of not being enough was what plagued your dreams. 

**

A few days later, after having spent some time with Alexia you felt a bit better. You were in your last week of school holidays and you had hoped to spend some more time with your love, but she had some team commitments that she needed to be at. You had a free day with no plans when your phone rang. It was Leila asking what you were up to since she was bored and wanted to do something. You agreed to meet up with her and grab an afternoon drink on a patio. 

You and Leila had bonded immediately the first time you had met Alexia’s teammates. She was one of your closest friends in Spain and you were grateful that she felt the same about you and wanted to hang out without alexia around. 

Once you both got settled and ordered a drink you asked her the question that was bothering you “So Ale told me that you guys had training this week and she would be busy?”

Leila looked over at you confused by the question and answered honestly “No, we start next week. I’m not sure who’s she’s training with, most of the team is spending this week back home before starting back next week.” 

You feel your heart sink, you never thought that she would lie to you. It was this moment you couldn’t help but to think that maybe you aren’t enough for Alexia, and she needed someone better than you. You start to feel tears in the corners of your eyes, you go to wipe them away and say “Im sorry.” 

“No no Y/N, don’t be sorry for being upset about something. I am here for you” Leila immediately says and reaches over and squeezes your hand. 

Squeezing her hand back you tell her “I don’t want to talk about it really, can we just enjoy the sunshine?” 

She smiles at you and nods as she adds on with a smile “so do you want to hear what I got up to on vacation?” 

“Of course Leila, thank you” you say and smile at your friend as she dives into an elaborate story that very easily makes you laugh at her antics. One thing you are super happy about is that you have Leila and you know she is there for you. 

**

It’s a few days later when you finally see Alexia again, and not in the way you were expecting. It was late and you had decided on an early night in as you had to go into your class room the next morning to get your self organised for the start of classes the following week. You are settled in bed reading, when there is a loud bang on your door. It startles you and then you hear a knock and your name. 

hoping out of bed and heading towards the door, you look through the peephole and see Alexia leaned on the wall looking worse for wear. You unlock the door and usher her into your apartment with an “Ale? What are you doing here?” 

She steps off the wall walks into your apartment as soon as you close and relock the door, she’s on you. Alexia is immediately in your space and has pressed your back against the door with her body, she has you pined as she leans in and presses her lips to yours. You can smell the alcohol on her and taste it in her mouth, you try to push her away but she’s stronger than you and you have to admit you did miss her. 

It isn’t until it takes her three tries to unzip her coat that you are reminded of her drunk state, but also how annoyed you still are with her. You push her back with a “Ale stop.”

She continues to press for a moment until she catches up with you pushing against her, she steps back with a confused look as she says “I missed you amor.” 

You step out of her space and say “Ale you are drunk.” At this point she hasn’t moved from her spot, but you step into your kitchen and grab a water and the bottle of advil. Walking back towards her you add on “Ale come on.” 

She shakes out of it and turns to you and says “I’m not drunk” You look at her with knowing eyes and she shrinks and says “Im not that drunk, i’m fine.” 

“Take your shoes and coat off Alexia” you order her, she obeys and walks over to you where you are standing by your couch, you hand her the water and pills and say “take these and drink this.” 

As she follows your orders you turn to the closet grab the extra pillow and blanket and plop it on the couch as you tell her “Now sleep it off.” 

“Y/N come on the couch?” she asks with a whine. 

Turning around with your hands on your hips you say to her “Yes Alexia. I haven’t heard from you in almost a week then you show up here drunk. What did you expect?” You finish with a shake of your head as you turn towards your bedroom. 

You can hear her sit down and she adds on softly before you close the door “Im sorry Y/N, I love you.” Your heart swells hearing that but your head wins out, you were too hurt to let just her words overrule her actions. You decide you need to talk to her in the morning when she is sober and lay it out on the table. 

Waking up in the morning, you have butterflies in your stomach cause you aren’t sure how this conversation is going to go. Deciding you have no choice but face your girl, you step out of your bedroom into the living room. You are surprised to find it empty and to see the bed linens folded neatly on the couch. Walking into the kitchen you find a note in Alexia’s writing that says “Had a meeting with physio this morning, I’m sorry about last night xx”

You read the note a dozen times before it finally hits you. She is clearly no longer in love with you, why wouldn’t she stick around this morning, and if she had a physio appointment why did she even come over. The sinking feeling in your stomach is back, and it brings back the feelings of not being enough for her. She can have anyone she wants, and she clearly does not want you. 

**

After turning your phone off for the day, not wanting to talk to anyone after the realisation you had that morning you got through what you needed to. When you finally turn your phone on you have a dozen missed calls from your brother, and a dozen texts. When you read the first one your stomach drops. You immediately call him and confirm the news, you father was in an accident and is on life support and they don’t know if he will make it. 

You haven’t been close with your family since your mom passed away when you were 17, you had 2 older brothers who had no idea what to do with their younger sister. Your father took your mothers death hard and took to drinking, and when he was drinking he was not the nicest person to you since you still lived at home. 

When you came out it became worse, and that was why you had planned to travel the world teaching english, to get away from that environment. Hearing the news about him, brought back all those memories but also all the good ones from your younger years. You were never able to grieve your mom as you were too busy trying to get out from your fathers anger, but he was still your father and you felt like you owed him and needed to be there. 

You were a rock in a crisis, immediately you had booked flights, called your bosses, and packed a bag to travel. You had to be at the airport in an hour and you called Alexia, she never answered. You tried multiple times and it would ring and ring. Finally giving up you called Leila and she immediately answered and agreed to come drive you. 

When she knocks you let her in and immediately she pulls you into a hug. You are so glad you have Leila in your life. “I am so sorry Y/n, I am here if you need anything” 

“thank you, I will let you know, but now I just need a ride” you tell her as you turn and grab your bag. 

Once you are both settled she finally asks “Where’s ale? I figured she’d be going with you?” 

You haven’t cried yet, but at that you can feel the tears in the corner of your eyes. Immediately you look up to stop the tears and say “I don’t know, she hasn’t been around much” 

“Im sorry Y/N, do you want me to tell her?” she asks. 

You shake your head and say “No, don’t get involved please, she’s still your captain.” 

She reaches over and squeezes your hand and says “you are too good for this world, but I am just a call away” 

“Thank you” you say to her. 

**

Once you land in the states and turn your phone on you notice multiple missed calls from your brother, you immediately return them and find out they are waiting for you to pull the plug on your father. You let him know you should be there in a half hour. You spend the cab ride to the hospital looking at the single text from Alexia that simply says “You called?”

You shake your head deciding not to answer her as you need all your emotions in check for this. Once you get to the hospital and directed to your fathers room, you walk in and see both your brothers with their girlfriends wrapped up in their arms. Everyone has tears in their eyes and you cant help but to wish you had your girlfriend here to comfort you. 

After the goodbyes are said and the plug is pulled your brothers both pull you into a hug, but you long for Alexia’s arms. You pull away and excuse your self for a moment as you want to hear her voice. You call and get voicemail, you at least can hear her voice in the voicemail. You decide to try again, and remember its 5am there so she should at least be asleep, and a second call should trigger her do not disturb to let your call through. 

It rings and rings, and when someone does pick up its a females voice you do not recognise and they ask “Who is calling at 5am and waking me up?” 

Pausing you strutter in surprise, when you hear Alexia in the background sleepy ask “who is it?” you can hear the phone exchange hands and then Alexia sounding much more awake says “Y/N?” 

Every scenario possible is running through your head, but you don’t know what to do, its too much all at once and you just hang up the phone. You manage to turn your phone off, and then to a bench outside before the sobs hit you in full force. You knew you weren’t good enough for her, you just never thought that she would ever do this. 

[sukunastoy]

Boo bad news! ☹

Lemme just take a crack at getting your mind off of stuff, it might be shit because I'm not great and thinking of this stuff, but what about a strong willed woman who refuses to go down without a fight, a brat if you will 🤣 let's see what Sukuna can do with that. (The more aggressive the better 😏) Nsfw/fluff/AU whatever one sparks joy.

I love your work btw 🥰 💕

AHHH THIS TOOK ME WAY TOO LONG. (Btw the bad news went away, and turned into good news. 🥺❤ All has been okay now...)

But...I really wanted to get my idea straight for it. 😩❤ Ugh...I had so much fun writing this...I truly hope you enjoy!! And thank you so much!! 🥺👉👈💖✨

Rest is below the cut! ヾ(≧▽≦*)o

Pairings: Professor!Sukuna-Brat Tamer- x fem!student-Brat-/reader

(All characters are of legal age, Sukuna aged up more into late 30's/early 40's)

Wordcount: 5.8k+

Synopsis: You're a spoiled brat in college who doesn't like to do homework and usually you can just flash your boobs at your professors in their offices and they would drool and change your grades. But, Professor Itadori is the type of man who is going to make you EARN that grade.

CW/TW: College student/professor sex, slapping (once or twice), sorta non/con to con? (Reader already had the hots for him, just never thought it would go farther.) unprotected sex, oral sex (m. receiving), fingering (anal and vaginal), anal and vaginal sex, creampie, breeding kink, degradation, name-calling.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of JJK.

Reblogs and comments are truly appreciated!! ヾ(•ω•`)o

"Auughh...Next class we have those ridiculous reviews..." Nobara groaned while she walked with you down the hall. "Don't you have like, really good grades?" you laughed at her, brushing your hair. "Well yeah but... that's what makes these reviews suck! Total waste of time..." She continued to grumble while crossing her arms and looking at you. "And what are you getting all prettied up for?" she commented on your hair and outfit choice. "Gotta look desperate." you replied while pushing your tits up so they'd show the most cleavage.

"You want a jacket or something to cover up while in those reviews? Cause your tits are like literally hanging out." "That's kind of the point." You smirked while looking at her. "Ohhh...you harlot." She laughed while shoving your arm. You giggled innocently while shrugging. "How else will I get my grades improved? Just show some tit and the professors usually will do anything to see it again cause they're pervs. But whatever, its how I keep all my grades up."

In Professor Itadori's class, your name fell at the end of the roster, and he went in order from the top to the bottom on calling students in. Sitting in the back of the classroom while adding the last bit of makeup you wanted, you finally saw the student prior to you exit the Professor's office and you grinned in mirth. Finally.  You've never taken school seriously. Your parents sent you here to college to 'better yourself'. But it was boring, a waste of time you thought. Why spend most of your nights studying for some degree you didn't care about when you could be out partying? Unfortunately your parents were very close friends with one of the professors, and you didn't know who it was, but you didn't want news of bad grades slipping back to them or they might actually make you start paying rent or something else that was stupid.

You realized pretty quickly that if you had your tits out, face loaded in makeup, and wore provocative clothing, the professors were pretty much putty in your hands. You didn't even have to fuck them, and it made you almost pity how desperate some professors were just for some tits. Well, all besides the one elderly woman you had a class with, but luckily her class was mostly participation points, so just showing up was good enough. Professor Itadori was the only one you hadn't tried to convince yet, but that's because the first half of the semester was just lecture, and he gave like no homework at all.

Unfortunately his lectures have now included homework, and, hell no. It wasn't fair, having no homework for a while and now he wants to assign some? What a jackass.

Strutting into his office, you closed the door behind you and glanced ahead at the older pink haired man sitting at his desk looking down at some papers. Luckily he was super hot, despite being like the age of your dad, but it made it easier to look like a little slut in front of him, plus, dilf's were usually pretty easy to convince, as they were the most desperate for some attention. You've had fantasies about some of the professors here and there, and Professor Itadori was definitely on that list. What was so bad about fantasizing?

He was quiet when you walked in and briefly glanced up from his desk to greet you, cocking a brow up at your rather revealing outfit. "Miss (Y/N), please, have a seat." he said quietly, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk while looking back down at the papers before him.

"Whew, its just sooo hot out today isn't it?" You sighed while plopping down in the seat, making sure your tits bounced with your actions. "Feels like I can't ever wear a small enough amount of clothes to beat the heat."

"Hm.." Was all he replied with a nod to acknowledge you. "So, I've noticed you're not doing any of the homework. Any reason for that?"

"Oh, I don't know. Just some of the material is very, very hard." You sighed breathlessly while flipping your hair to the side and pouting out your bottom lip.

"Is that so?" he questioned, watching you as you leaned forward onto his desk, crossing your arms under your chest to push your tits up more again. "Yeah, I just don't have time to do it, all my other professors are just drowning me in homework, it really isn't fair." His gorgeous eyes never left yours, and his expression remained unfazed, which really concerned you. Most professors were already ogling your tits so hard at this point, and he didn't seem to care?  "Have you even tried to do the homework assignments?" he let out a bit of an irritated sigh, forcing your eyebrows to pinch at the bridge of your nose. What was this guys problem? Was homework honestly more important than even looking at your very obvious cleavage?

"Of course I have!" you whined loudly, plopping back in your seat while crossing your arms up under your breasts to keep them pushed up. A bit of your hair fell down into your face and you huffed out the top corner of your lips to blow it from your view. “Come on…can’t you cut a pretty girl like me some slack?” Surprisingly, that finally got a little bit of a reaction out of him as he lifted both of his eyebrows briefly. He smirked before clicking his tongue and looking back down to the papers.

"You do realize," he began while taking off his reading glasses and putting them into the drawer of his desk. "...that the homework is simply to write three things you remember from the lecture of the day, right? Each day on your online homework tab, I leave an open discussion board, and every student needs to submit something. This is mainly a lecture class. I don't even care if you were to write what color shirt I had on for the lecture. Just three things you can remember to prove to me you're at the very least paying attention in my class."

Your eyes widened a bit at his words and your lips parted slightly as your jaw started to fall. Having never actually looked at the homework, you had no idea it was something as simple as that. He probably mentioned it at some point, but you really never paid attention.

"Even if you started doing the homework now, I doubt your grade could recover before the end of the school year." he drawled while pushing a print out of your grade/assessment towards you. "You'll most likely fail my class as it requires a B or higher to move on. And I have to add, you'd be the first to ever do so. In fact," he continued while leaning back in his chair, setting his elbow on the armrest and his cheek atop his knuckles while looking at you with a displeased expression. "...you're the first student to ever drop below an A in my class. That's a bad look for me."

Scoffing while crossing your legs and returning the same dull face, you gave an uncaring shrug. "So? Just change it to an 'A' then. Can't be that difficult, you professors can do whatever you want anyway."

A grin spread across his face so slowly it honestly gave you chills.

"How about a quick lesson? It will give you a chance to redeem yourself, and I'll adjust your grade if you do well." He offered, that grin starting to show his canines and you moved your arms a bit lower from under your breasts, lessening the amount of cleavage you were trying to expose. His darkened eyes now watched you intently and you couldn't shake your sudden uncomfortable feeling.

"...Okay sure, but, what kind of lesson?"

He cleared his throat then abruptly stood up from his desk, actually making you jump slightly. "I'm assuming you have time today then? For the lesson?" He asked while walking passed you to the door of his office, locking it. You weren't the first student in his career to come into his office playing this type of game. If you wanted a better grade, you were going to get one, but you were going to work for it.

Giving another shrug, you looked back to him briefly. "I guess so. I mean you're my last class for the-....Did you just lock the door?"

"My lessons aren't easy, and once you start them, you're required to finish them." He simply replied, ignoring your question and walking back in front of you. With your jaw slightly ajar, your glared up at him as he leaned back against his desk, putting one hand into his pocket while looking down to you in the chair. His crotch was damn near in your face from his position.

"Uh, excuse me, but why the fuck did you just lock the door?" you snapped at him, standing up from the chair and putting your hand on your pushed out hip.

"Because I don't want anyone coming in, or, would you prefer that? Would you like to make your private lesson a public presentation for others?" A chuckle fell from his lips as he started undoing the buttons to his cuff links, rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt. 

“I’ll change your grade sweetheart. But you’re going to give me a lot more than just a look at your tits.” Swallowing tightly at his actions and words, your eyes looked up to him with a mix of anger and worry.

"Look dude, if you touch me, I'll fucking report your ass. And I'll tell my parents, they know someone here at the school who has a lot of power over making decisions about professors, and your career here will be over like that." you snapped your fingers at the end, a smug little grin on your face.

"Oh? And who will they believe? The professor who has been here for years, never having a student report on him before? Or, will they believe the rich, spoiled, little slut who is only good at wearing a push up bra?"

"Fuck you." you scoffed while flipping him off and yanking your bag up from the floor, slinging the strap over your shoulder. Turning to reach for the door, your eyes stared at the lock and you halted. It wasn't just a simple turn style lock...it was one where it needed a key to lock from both sides, so without the key to unlock it...

Your head slowly turned to look back at the man who had a devilish grin on his face, twirling the key ring on his finger while looking to you. "You really should learn to pay better attention to things."

"Let me out." you demanded, trying to keep your voice from cracking and your body from shaking. This clearly amused him as he let another little chuckle slip out of his throat while pocketing the key.

"You're just making all sorts of demands aren't you, ya' brat? You came in here thinking you were going to control this situation, didn’t you? Don’t tempt the lion with meat and not feed it.” Motioning with a single finger for you to come back to him,  you returned with a finger of your own, flipping him off again.  "I said, let me out."

"Get over here, and get on your knees." his voice deepened with demand, pointing down in front of himself to the ground, getting comfortable while leaning back against the desk. "If I have to drag you over here, you're not going to like it."

"If you come over here, you're not going to like it!" you yelled at him while stomping your foot.

The male could not hide the amusement on his face and he pushed away from the desk, making his way over to you and your body stiffened as he quickly approached. "From what I've heard, you don't listen in any of your classes, you don't do any of your homework in any class...you just like to go out and party. Isn't that right?"

He spoke down to you as you backed up against the door, his arms on either side of you with palms against the door frame. Your breath hitched in your throat as he caged you in, unable to keep your thighs from clenching at his domineering pose as his eyes remained on you, staring intently as if you were a meal he was about to enjoy. Fuck. Sure you’ve had fantasies but, you weren’t actually wanting this to happen!

"Answer me, you spoiled, little brat." "Y-yeah I do, but s-so what??" you did your best to remain firm, not crouching down as he was clearly wanting you to do.  "Tell me, how many times have you let those little frat boys fuck you? Or are you just a fucking tease?”

You were taken back at his tone and language, immediately slapping him across the face.  "I will scream if you don't let me out, RIGHT NOW." His head had barely turned at your minor attack, if anything it only brought a bigger smirk to his face, one you really didn't like at all. Was this entertaining to him??

"See...that's the problem with little brats like yourself." He let out a nonchalant sigh while suddenly grabbing a fistful of your hair, turning and jerking you away from the door to in front of him. You yelped out and stumbled down to your hands and knees, dropping your bag and feeling the slight burn of the rug onto your skin.  But before you could even look back or protest, the male was hunched over your back, an arm up under your throat, choking you just enough to silence your screams and another hand quickly found its way underneath your skirt, grabbing onto your lacey underwear and pulling on it harshly.

Letting out muffled and struggling screams, you tried to drop your hips to the floor to avoid his forceful touch, but he took hold of the fabric of your skirt tightly in his hand and yanked you up back onto your knees.  "As I was saying..." deep chuckles rumbled in his chest and throat, followed by almost animalistic growls as he was enjoying your sounds of struggle. Just enough air flow to breathe, but not comfortably.

Going back to your panties, he gripped onto it again and pulled harshly, jerking it down your shaking thighs to your bent knees.  "...the problem with you brats, is that you've never been fucked by a real man, so you have no manners when it comes to knowing your place."  Struggling harshly again you kept gasping for what little air you could get, mentally cursing him as you felt your whole face burn with the little oxygen you were receiving.

As soon as two of his fingers slid through your already soaked wet folds, a whine managed to escape your throat and you screwed your eyes shut, hating that you were wet from this right now. He laughed, cruelly, as he continued to prod the pads of his fingers through your lower lips, gathering slick on them until it was oozing off his hand to the floor.  His arm around your throat lessened only for him to grab onto your hair again, tangling it in his hand and holding it so tightly your head was tilting back just enough to see his face.  "S-Stop touching me!!"

He laughed loudly while tearing your underwear from your legs and scrunching it into a ball before shoving the fabric into your mouth, making your eyes widen in panic. "I love fucking little, spoiled brats like you into submission." he groaned in anticipation while smearing your own slick all over your face with his fingers, making you whine and try to thrash your head away. "The way you little sluts have no idea how to take a grown man's cock is quite amusing. You flaunt your tits and ass for it, begging for that attention, but crumble when you finally get it.”

Still struggling against his grip, he used the weight of his body to press down onto yours, keeping you in place as he stuffed two of his thick fingers inside your soaking cavern, not even wasting time as he curled them upwards, digits in so deeply that his knuckles were squishing your lips. A quiet and long moan came through your body and out as a muffle through your gag, your thighs quivering as he finger fucked you harshly, already harassing that sweet spot of yours like he was an expert at this, already a professional at bringing snotty brats like yourself to the edge of cumming so quickly.

No one has ever been able to bring an orgasm out of you with such haste, especially if even using their dicks. You cursed and screamed at him through your gagged and now dried out mouth as he added a third finger to your already fluttering and stretched hole, making your head tilt back on its own, painful yet pleasurable groans rolling in your throat.

This was it, not even 30 seconds with his thick fingers pounding into your cunt, your walls clenched tightly and you mewled out in anticipation of the hard climax you knew you were about to be given, never having anyone even come close to making you feel so fucking good.

But just as you felt yourself start to tip over that edge and release the tightened coil in your stomach, he jerked his fingers out of your desperate pussy, laughing loudly as you screamed and stiffened your body tightly with the instant loss of your release.  Your glossy eyes immediately cut back to him from the side, brows furrowed and your nostrils flared as you inhaled deeply, feeling your own teased arousal running down your thighs.

"What's wrong, little girl? Suddenly you want me to keep touching you?" his mocking voice made you scowl at him you struggled to pull your body away from him by gripping onto the rug beneath you, trying to pull yourself along it.  Surprising, he let you go and your fumbled forward down onto your face, cussing through the gag which you now pulled out of your mouth.  "You're a p-piece of shit!" your voice cracked as you scolded him, pulling your legs away from him as he stood up, smoothing out his shirt to free it of any minor wrinkles he might have obtained.

Ignoring your fussing, he started to unbuckle his belt and you and you sniffled slightly while scooting back some more from him. Fuck fuck fuck. You weren’t prepared for this. You never imagined actually having to fuck one of your professors for real!

“T-this is rape, you're raping me!"

"Shut up, you want this, you're fucking soaked." he scoffed, staring at you again with an otherwise emotionless expression, undoing the button and zipper on his pants which weren't even hiding the massive tent he was already growing.  His frame began to move towards you and you backed up against the desk more as he stopped before you, stroking the bulge through his boxer briefs.

As he pulled down his briefs and let out his cock, you leaned back in initial shock and gasped almost frightenedly at how it sprung up from his restraints, just massive and already leaking precum from the engorged tip. Literally the biggest cock you've seen in your life and it was inches from your face. 

Of course it had to be fucking gorgeous as well. "D-don't you dare!" you suddenly yelled up to him, trying to stay out of the trance that wanted to know how it felt to be stuffed so full of a cock this size.  "I am reporting all of this!" you continued to yell. "No you wont." he chuckled with confidence, stroking his length and encouraging more of that glistening precum to bead at the slit.

His arrogance only increased as you stared at his cock with wide eyes, and he slipped his shirt off over his head. Briefly your eyes flickered up to his abs and chest, tracing the tattoos over his skin that you had no idea were there, and the arousal from seeing his gorgeous body shot right down to your aching pussy.

This was a whole ass MAN infront of you right now! Not one of your classmates that you fucked around with at parties. While grabbing the base of his cock and a fistful of your hair, you let out an excitedly frightened yelp. "W-whoa! W-wait a seco-Mmph!" Not even able to finish the sentence, your mouth was stuffed full of his thick girth and your eyes widened at how much it filled your mouth.

"If you want that better grade, you have to earn it." he grunted while pulling your head closer to him, forcing more of his length into your mouth and you let out muffled moans around his cock. You held onto his pants for leverage as he quickly fucked himself into your mouth and you squirmed. Desperation grew between between your legs as you were unable to keep the thoughts of his cock fucking your aching cunt out of your mind.

Reaching a hand down underneath your skirt, you tried to relieve some of your pent up tension but Sukuna gripped onto your hair tighter and forced himself more down your throat making you choke out around his cock. "I didn't say you could pleasure yourself, did I?" He held your head tightly in place while leaving himself lodged deep down your throat and you struggled to breathe through your nose. "Not yet ya brat." He chuckled while suddenly pinching two fingers onto your nose, cutting off all air. "You going to behave now?" Looking up at him with teary eyes you whined deeply for mercy and he pulled himself all the way out of your mouth still holding you up by your hair and you choked harshly while drool from your mouth was attached to the end of his cock in thick bubbly strands.

He pulled you to the side by your hair and leaned back onto his desk, lifting one of his feet onto a chair and forcing your head back towards his cock, but you instead tried to bite him. Fuck him for thinking he can control you so easily! Your actions made him jolt his hips back quickly, keeping a firm hand in your hair so you couldn't reach forward to bite him again. "I swear I'll bite you so fucking hard if you try-"

An immediate burning sting came to the side of your face, knocking you down to the ground on your side and tears clung to the corners of your eyes as you realized he had just slapped you so hard it nearly made your vision fade for a moment.

Unable to come back to your senses yet, you felt his body come over yours again, pinning you on your belly to the floor.  "Alright, I get it, you need my fucking cock in you right now, don't you?" he chuckled into your ear and you shrieked while flailing your arms to try and move away from him but to no avail. He leaned up and grabbed both of your struggling arms, pulling them behind your back and holding your wrists firmly together with his large hand and you panted through slight sobs.

"You're a f-fucking asshole!" you cried at him angrily as he painfully pinned your wrists onto your back, your struggles hardly a problem for him.  "How about I fuck your asshole, hm? Is that what you want?" he grinned in mirth at how your body suddenly tightened before you thrashed harshly again, even clenching your thighs tightly together in protest as if you'd be able to keep him out.

"What? Never had one of those frat boys open up your ass? Oh sweetheart, let me teach you." He laughed while reaching a hand to your face, forcing two fingers inside of your mouth.  "Get them nice and wet, I don't think you want me going in dry." Trying to turn your head away you squealed and slightly bit his fingers before he could pull them from your mouth.  "I don't want you going in at all!!" "You know that’s a lie. Aw...well I doubt this is enough." He brought his two fingers back that were in your mouth and he pushed the tips of both of them into your tightened hole, sending a painful burn through your body.  "W-wait! S-stop!!" you begged, starting to cry honest tears as his fingers forced themselves deeper inside, sending more pain through you. He kept his palm turned upwards while humming in satisfaction, beginning to pump his fingers in and out of your ass, and you screamed and writhed your body in protest.  "You wanted to be a slutty little brat, so I'll fuck that attitude right out of you."  He pulled his fingers out and you exhaled sharply in relief, but immediately tensed up again when his hand moved just barely lower, collecting more of your oozing slick to give you some sort of lubrication as mercy.

Though you continued to beg for him to let you go, and to please stop, you knew why you were still so wet, and you felt so embarrassed at actually wanting him to fuck you. A strong, older man just moving you around as he pleases, using your body to humor himself...you couldn't keep your mind clear of these desires.  As you were lost in thought, that engorged tip came to your slightly prepared hole and you held your breath, tensing up harshly at whatever pain you knew was going to follow. You’d never done anal before, and you certainly weren’t prepared for it right now! "The more tense you are, the worse it hurts." he informed before using his hand to guide himself in, slowly but definitely not slow enough.

Your breath seized up in your throat as your mouth fell open, fingers clenching harshly into fists as they shook from the searing pain that was affecting your whole body.  Deep and quiet groans left his mouth as he furthered his thick length inside, inhaling deeply at the almost painful tightness.

You finally managed to make a sound, air rushing back into your lungs before being forced out again with a loud and agonizing scream. A hand was immediately clasped over your mouth, and his deep growl was in your ear. "Shut your fucking mouth and take it."

Shaking your head harshly, you continued to wail through his hand, hardly able to withstand the intense pressure and burning sensation that was not letting up and only getting worse.  "Still a little brat I see."

With a quick snap of his hips, he stuffed the rest of himself inside and you kicked your legs repeatedly, unable to bear the pain. The sound of his laughs at your sobs made you cry and seriously regret trying to get him to change your grade. You weren’t ready for this type of intense fucking!

Letting out his own groans and hums of satisfaction, he only gave you a couple seconds to settle before starting to pull back out and your head snapped up quickly with a terrified gasp as it felt like you were about to do something horrible. Were…were you about to have an accident on him??

Before you could really start to panic in sheer terror and embarrassment, he spoke to you. "It only feels like its happening, its not." he said with reassurance, knowing what you probably felt. His voice was so calming for a moment, letting you relax as your ass was slowly adjusting. 

You gulped hard as a bead of sweat rolled down your cheek, still feeling incredible pressure in your ass. But it wasn't long before he started to thrust himself in and out, forcing you to take it whether you were ready or not.

"St-sto-aah..!" a shaky moan left your lips as the torturous suffering was starting to become a delicious pain. "O-oh...f-fuuuckk..!"  He smirked upon hearing your moans, releasing your hands and gripping onto the sides of your ass, holding you firmly as he started to ruthlessly hammer into you.  Your arms laid motionlessly out to your sides and your cheek smooshed into the rug, your body being jerked back and forth by the force of his thrusts and you continued to wail but now only in erotic bliss.

Hearing his hips slap into your ass with each thrust made your eyes roll back even further. No one has fucked you so roughly before. "I knew you'd like your ass getting fucked...all of you spoiled little brats do." The comment made you shudder hard and he suddenly pulled out of you, flipping you over onto your back and holding his cock to guide it back inside quickly, picking up his brutalizing pace again immediately.

Your belly sucked in at the harsh breath you took, mouth hung open as you stared blankly up at the ceiling, nearly seeing stars as his fat cock continued to abuse your ass. Your pussy throbbed with envy, and you felt so embarrassed to feel like you were going to cum from your asshole getting fucked. "S-Sukunaaa..!" you sobbed, bringing a hand over your face as the intensity started to become too much, but he jerked your hand away and placed his own around your throat, squeezing tightly. "Disrespectful to say my first name..." he grunted with a shit eating grin on his face, moving his other hand to your jealous cunt, stuffing two of his fingers deeply inside. Your back immediately arched up off the ground from the overpowering stimulation, a silent scream barely making it out of your mouth from the tightness of his hand around your throat.

Through little shame at this point, you immediately came all over him, squirting onto his hand as his fingers continued to harshly pump your spasming cunt, the pace of his cock fucking your ass not letting up either.  "Damn...you little, bratty sluts all feel so fucking good!" he groaned in pleasure, releasing your throat and your erotic screams instantly poured out, hands returning to the side of your face as you held your own head, trying not to go insane from the amount of pleasure and stimulation.  "P-please..! F-fuck..Please! I ca...I can't..!"

Pulling his fingers out of your drenched cunt, he flicked his hand off to the side, forcing off any excess slick and removing his cock from your ass at the same time, only to adjust his hips and bury himself deeply inside of your still cumming pussy. Your legs fell wide open to the sides, unable to even stop your body from succumbing to its desires and his hands grabbed tightly at your waist, holding you firmly as he rutted himself harshly into your cunt, silently enjoying hearing his first name leaving your lips again as he was fucking you stupid at this point.

Feeling your gummy walls start to tighten again, you sobbed from the pleasure, your knees lifting and hugging the side of his hips as he panted with every forceful thrust, small droplets of sweat falling from his chest down onto you as he was starting to chase his own release.

One of his hands came up under your back, lifting you up higher as his cock began to hammer into your cervix and your tongue hung from the side of your mouth, eyes rolled back as you were drowning in the best fucking ecstasy and pleasure you've ever felt in your life.  Your walls were so stretched you were convinced you would be sore from the ferocity of his thrusts, and the thought of no one else being able to make you feel this euphoric plagued your mind.

"You wanna cum again on this fucking cock?" he cooed at your dazed face and you whimpered while nodding your head, your hands desperately grabbing onto his shoulders as you couldn't hardly take it anymore.  "Beg me." he lustfully growled and you cried out while leaning your head back.  "P-please...le-let me cum...let me fucking cum o-on your f-fat fucking cock..!"

"More, you little brat. Beg for that grade."

Your nails started to dig into his skin as you couldn't find your voice, your mind delirious at the sound of your sloppy pussy being railed so abusively by this older man with this gorgeously huge cock, who didn't succumb to your bratty desires and demands. Fuck, it was insanely sexy to be put in your place for once...  "I...I wan-wanna cum...and..a-and get a better grade, p-please...fuck!" you babbled incoherently and he moved a hand to the top of your stretched out lower lips, the pads of his fingers quickly circling over your clit and your breath seized in your throat again, all air and sound silencing from your mouth as your body convulsed and shook with the most intense orgasm you've ever felt, tearing through you before finally forcing you to breathe again as you screamed through your high, dropping your head and arms back to the ground. Sukuna kissed your neck while still fucking you mercilessly through your orgasm, no intelligible words spilling from your lips and he grinned in arrogance at how dumb on his dick you were.

"Want my fucking cum, brat?" he panted through a growl, fingertips digging into your skin almost painfully as he held your waist again tightly.  "Want me t-to...hnm...fill your fucking pussy up, send you home dripping with my cum?"  You nodded your head quickly, unable to find your sanity or voice but you wanted to be so full of his cum, wanting to be a little cumslut just for him. "I'm gonna fill your little, fucking cunt..!" He groaned deeply, and you latched your legs around his waist tightly.

He adjusted his hips again as he bullied his cock in further, hitting your womb repeatedly until his thrusts finally faltered and he growled harshly in ecstasy, spurting thick, white ropes of his cum inside your still quivering and gladly accepting walls.

You cried out at his release, a hand back over your bashful face before he finally slowed and halted his movements, stopping a moment to let both of you come down from your highs. You could still feel his cock pulsing and throbbing inside of you and you looked up to him with a heated and flushed face.  "Hmm...not such a disobedient brat now, are you?" A smirk showed off his canines and he brought a hand to your face, gently pushing your other hand away as his thumb wiped your sticky tears from your skin.  Shaking your head at his words, you sniffled and nuzzled his hand, holding it close to your face while trying not to cry again as you still felt the aftershocks of your explosive orgasms traveling throughout your exhausted body.  "I say you've earned your A, you filthy, little slut."

Your face was still flushed and you looked to the side in embarrassment as he sat back up onto his knees from your body.  "Except..." he started and you looked over to him with worry in your eyes. "...I think you need to visit me in my office more. I could give you all kinds of different lessons, help you maintain that good grade for such a good girl..."

You felt like you could cum again just from the idea of knowing you get to enjoy his fat cock again sometime, and hopefully soon. You'd do whatever he wanted, he could have your body, it was all his.  Standing up to his feet and stretching his arms above his head, his muscles flexing with it, you remained on the floor in awe while watching him. "See, all you needed was an older mans dick to put you in your place. Fucked that bratty attitude right out of you. Those little frat boys wont ever be able to fuck you like that, no wonder you were such a little bitch." He chuckled, reaching a hand down to you to help you up off the floor.  You took his hand, legs wobbling as you tried to stand and you finally exhaled deeply, not sure if you were down from your high yet or not.  After you were able to stand on your own, he slapped your ass and you yelped, your face heating up and you looked at him quickly.  "I enjoyed stretching that ass of yours open, teaching you things you've never been taught, next time I'll teach you something else that's new." You swallowed hard and quivered, almost unable to wait for the next time you needed to come talk to him for 'help' with your grade.  “T-thank you, sir.” You struggled, weakly searching around for your panties, already feeling his abundant cum starting to run down your thigh.

He gave a slight nod before picking up his shirt from the floor. “Wait…” he said while standing up straight now and looking over to you with a very serious expression. “…you’re on birth control, right?”

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