#okay i'm typing this post instead of writing my paper on it. but i'm tired and idk how to answer this question.......

[callixton]

having had a hyperfixation on what we're studying in class is Such a bizarre sensation. like yes i could listen to you just talking generally about this for hours and not get bored. i know this better than anyone but there is also so much left to learn. i am vibrating in my seat bc you mentioned themes of loss in a really smart way.

[backtothefanfiction]

Professor Peter Parker

Summary: The first day of college nerves are suddenly made worse when you realised the guy you f*cked last night is your new Physics Professor!

Warnings! 18+ ONLY! This is some of the filthiest smut I have ever written and posted on here yet. Female reader and pronouns, Age gap (everyone is of legal age, Peter is a very young Professor), Oral (F + M Receiving), Dirty Talk (so much fucking dirty talk), praise kink, edging, P in V, Peter Parker (YES he does need his own warning), One Night Stand... or is it?, ITS SEX PEOPLE, JUST STRAIGHT UP SEX WITH A LITTLE PLOT FOR ADDED TENSION AND POW!

Word Count: 4.9k+

A/N: Consider this my formal application piece for the literary prostitutes society. There are no words for this, so I'm just gonna type/sing Don't Lose Your Head from Six. "Sorry not sorry but what I said, I'm just tryin' to have some fun..." But seriously though this was so self indulgent and I can't believe this came out of me. It's very much giving Aria and Ezra in Pretty Little Liars but older and much more Peter Parker. Also I am really sorry about if the tense keeps changing, I sometimes have a problem with finding my rhythm and I really cba to spend the time working it all out and changing it.

First day of college. Standard level of nerves for a first day. Are you running on just a couple hours of sleep? Sure. Still a little tipsy from last night? Okay, yeah, maybe just a little, but that’s a good thing right. Takes the edge off. But then again numbers and science had never let you down before. You can do physics. You’ve got this.

You took a deep breath, hand hesitating on the door handle. ‘This is the first day of the rest of your life.’ You said to yourself, breathing deeply.

You found a spot somewhere in the middle of the room. Not so eager you were at the front but you also didn’t want to hide away in the back. That and you were pretty sure you were due for an eye test and if you sat any further back you wouldn’t be able to read the board. You got out your notepad, flipping open to the first page, your fingers smoothing across the fresh paper comfortingly. You reach for a fresh pencil from the novelty pack your Mom had bought you especially for your first week, knowing you prefer the feel of writing in pencil than pen, the ink always getting smudged on your hand from your messy scrawl. You pluck the one with tiny zebra all over it from the clear case before placing it back in your bag. Your fingers drum the back of the pencil on your page nervously as you wait. You tried not to overthink things as your stomach began to churn. Had you really turned up this early? You took a quick look around the room at the other 5 people who had actually been there before you. ‘Hey,’ you reasoned to yourself, ‘at least you weren’t as early as them.’ 

You yawned. Damn you were tired. Although you had this early class, when your new room mate suggested you go out with the guys who lived across the hall you couldn’t say no. To be fair, it had been a good night all considered. You had met some new people, exchanged a few numbers, agreed to go to the end of semester drama club performance even though the term had only just started, drank way too many jello shots, got snuck into a local bar and then ended up going home with a tall brunette with the softest yet devious brown eyes you had ever seen who completely rocked your world. 

You absentmindedly rubbed your thighs together, squirming slightly in your seat as you thought back to his head between your legs. The lewd moans he’d pulled from your lips echoing around your brain. It sent a fresh new wave of arousal straight to your core.

‘Not the time or place.’ you berated, instead forcing your mind back into the classroom and the task at hand. ‘Physics of Matter with Professor Peter Parker. He was probably middle aged’ you thought to yourself. It was always the case with classes like these, middle aged men finally leaving the lab for the first time after finally completing their life's work, now relenting to their wife’s begging to spend more time with the family. Or older men with white hair, wrinkles and tweed, desperately holding on to their independence, understimulated by the idea of retired life when all that knowledge of matter and the universe was rattling around their brains. ‘Young hot professors were only to be found in the movies or on TV’ you daydreamed as you tried to distract yourself from the growing pit of nerves in your stomach.

You check your phone every few seconds as other students file into the room, finding their own seats as you count down the minutes. 5 minutes… 3 minutes… 2 minutes… 1 minute… … He’s late… 1 minute past… 2 minutes past… 3 min-

��Okay, okay, settle down!” A voice called out as the classroom door opened, far younger than she expected and slightly familiar. “Welcome to Physics of Matter,” the voice continued as he made his way towards the board, picking up a bit of chalk and lifting it to the board as he spoke, “I am Professor Parker, but please,” he said dropping the piece of chalk back onto the little shelf at the bottom of the board, “call me Peter.” He said finally turning around.

SHIT!

DOUBLE SHIT!

You dip your head towards your page as you sink a little bit down in your seat. Hopefully he won’t notice. ‘FUCK!’ your head was suddenly screaming as all those memories of the night before flooded your brain again. His messy hair. His naked body. The way he had moaned into your cunt- FUCK!

You subtly glanced around the room from your head's dipped position. This had to be some new prank show right. There’s no way this happened in real life. There had to be cameras. He’s an actor right? Ashton Kutcher was about to burst through the classroom door shouting “YOU’VE BEEN PUNK’D” any second followed by the actual Professor Parker, right? Right?

“Now I’m not gonna ask you to get your books out this lesson,” he began to say playfully, his voice carrying around the room as he walked back and forth in front of his desk surveying his new class. “Today is about you getting to know me and me just going over all the things we are gonna be covering over the course of our year together.” He said, talking a lot with his hands. “As much as I’d love to start getting into equations with you, I’ve learnt that that tends to be futile during our first lessons. I mean, just by a show of hands, who went out drinking last night?” Professor Parker asked and a shower of hands across the room went up, Peter’s gaze scanning across the faces of the raised hands as he continued, “Keep your hand up if you’re still a little bit drunk-” his voice cut off as his eyes finally landed on you, his own oh shit face befalling him.

You felt your skin crawl as people lowered their hands and began following his gaze to you. You moved your hand up to your face as you sank down in your seat further. ‘Stop staring. Stop staring. Stop staring!’

8 HOURS EARLIER 

“I couldn’t help but see you staring.” He said as he sidled up to you. ‘Holy fuck’ he was gorgeous. Tall, lean, perfectly messy brown hair and the most delicious biceps (not too big) that were flexing under the cuffs of his fitted T-shirt you really just wanted to wrap your fingers around and squeeze. Damn. “Is she okay?” He said turning to your friend.

“Yeah she’s just-“ your roommate started before nudging you and breaking you from your hypnotised gaze on this absolute Adonis of a man. “She thinks you’re really hot!” she shouted over the music to him.”

He raised his eyebrows as he gave a small chuckle, flattered, as you cringed. They both laughed at you. “Do you wanna dance?” he asked as he took your hand.

“Yes, she does!” your friend said, pushing you off your stool. His other hand comes out to steady you as you almost slam into his chest. You blush before turning to give your roommate a death stare. 

He flashed one of those charming smiles again before he began to guide you away from her and to the dance floor. His hand doesn’t leave yours as he starts to bop and bounce, easing you both into the music. You slowly relax, smiling as a giddy feeling churns in your stomach, as you begin to bop with him to the music.

The music swells and he gives you a twirl under his arm before he pulls you closer to him. “So have you got a name or am I supposed to refer to you as flower for the rest of the night?”

You frown. “Why Flower?” 

“Isn’t that the name of the skunk in Bambi who is all quiet and has those big eyes and blushing cheeks and-”

“Don’t call me Flower.” you quickly say, slightly embarrassed by the way you had gone all goo goo eyed and helpless over him.

“Okay, then what can I call you?”

You hesitate for a second as you think about giving him your real name but what would be the fun in that, especially if this only turned out to be a one night stand. “Trouble.”

He laughs, his head dipping to hide his amusement. “Is that so?” he says from beneath his lashes. “Fine, if that’s how we’re playing it, you can call me Professor Brat Tamer, Professor for short.”

You feel your arousal soak your panties the moment he says it, the words going straight to your core. What have you gotten yourself in for? It’s like he knows too from the way he’s smirking. He turns you, pulling you back into him, his hands resting on your hips as he begins to grind himself against your ass. “Now, are you gonna be a good student?” he coos against your ear only loud enough for you to hear. “Or are you gonna be like your namesake says and cause me a whole lot of trouble?”

He can feel the way you relax your body back against him, your eyes closing as you relish in the feeling his words elicit in you. 

You smirk as you look back at him, “I’m sorry Professor, but you may have your work cut out for you.”

An hour and a half later he’s pulling you into his apartment, your back slamming hard against a wall of exposed brick as your mouth latches onto his. Both of you had done so well keeping your hands to yourself the whole way back, but the moment you got through the door it was like a starting pistol had gone off, both of you suddenly in a race for pleasure.

You moan against his mouth as his tongue slips between your teeth. You can taste his final Jack and Coke he had had before you left. Your skin felt like it was burning under his touch.

“Fuck.” You gasp as his mouth is suddenly moving across your jaw and down your neck, his teeth and stubble grazing you slightly in his hunger for you. 

“God Trouble, you sound so fucking pretty.” he coos against your chest, his hand moving to paw at your breast, bunching it up to spill over the top of your dress as he leaves wet kisses across the skin.

Your fingers wrap around his messy tresses as you pull his head back up so you can connect your mouth with his again, a small growl escaping his lips at the slight pain. You kiss him messily, both of you breathing heavily before you push him back, allowing you room to drop to your knees on the hardwood floor. Your fingers immediately begin to fight with his belt buckle, the sound of the metal clinking sending arousal straight between your own legs.

“Fuck.” He pants as he looks down at you, his hand reaching to cradle either side of your face as you pull down his jeans and his boxers in one swift pull. “Uh, baby, baby, baby.” he coos as you take his length into your mouth and immediately begin to work your tongue up and down his cock.

His fingers move away from your face, grabbing at the hem of his t-shirt and you watch as he pulls it up and over his head, exposing the rest of his body to you. Fuck he really was gorgeous. “Oh my god.” he cried out when you began to swallow his length down your throat, your nose pressing to his pelvic bone. “Uh,” he said, his head tipping back, “she’s not trouble, she’s fucking perfect.” he says as he drops his head back forward to watch you, his thumb reaching to wipe away a stray tear at the corner of your eye.

You take his length out of your mouth as you gasp for air and he thinks it’s the sexiest thing he’s ever heard. “Come here Trouble.” he says as he takes your face and chin in his hands and lifts you from the floor, pulling your lips back to his as he smashes his mouth into yours.

He begins to kick off his shoes as well as his jeans and boxers that now sit tangled around his ankles as he continues to kiss you, freeing himself so he can lift you up into his arms, your own arms throwing themselves around his neck, as he carries you to his bedroom.

You can’t help but cheekily bite at his lower lip as he stops just before the foot of the bed. “Oh she has some bite does she?” he says against your mouth. Your teeth almost clash together from how close you are as you grin, waiting to see what he’ll do or say next. “Okay,” he says as he pauses a little for dramatic effect, “I can bite back.” he says before throwing you back on the bed.

You let out a small squeal as you're caught by the mattress springs and pillows. You quickly prop yourself up on your elbows so you can see the devilish look on his face as he pulls off your heels before he stalks up the bed towards you. He leans over you, attaching his lips to yours once more, his tongue sliding deftly into your mouth and out again with every kiss until his last, when he uses it to suck your lower lip between his teeth, pulling on it. He releases it just as you’re beginning to feel it bruise, his lips instead attaching to your throat as his hands come up to pull down the top of your dress. He had already clocked that you were sans bra from how low the back of your dress was and is even more grateful now he can immediately latch himself onto your nipples, his tongue lapping at the small sensitive nibs, one and then the other.

You moan under his touch, your eyes falling closed as your head tips back, fingers gripping tightly at the covers beneath you. When he looks up at you, keening under his touch, he thinks it's the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. “Look at me baby.” he softly commands and you oblige, your chin pressing to your chest as you gaze straight into those big brown eyes. It’s the sexiest eye contact you’ve ever held. It’s like he’s fucking you with his eyes as his fingers begin to snake their way up your thighs, lifting the bottom of your dress up to your hips so he can pull down your underwear. He takes one feel of them before saying, “Fuck, trouble, these are soaked.”

You can only nod in agreement, as all words seem to have left your brain. ‘Fuck, he’s so fucking hot’ you think, as he kisses his way down your middle, over your dress until he reaches the hem where he can start kissing at your skin. You sigh, your head falling back again at the sensation of his lips kissing across your hips and then down your thighs. 

His fingers spread your legs and he gives a small nip to the inside of your thigh and you gasp at the small feeling of pain, that quickly turns to pleasure, as yet another wave of arousal floods between your legs.

“Fuck, baby, you’re dripping.” he says as his finger scoops up the arousal thats begining to drip down your thighs, bringing it up to his mouth. You watch hypnotised as he sucks on his fingers. “Damn, trouble, you tast so fucking good.” he says as he slips his fingers from his mouth. It’s so filthy. He has barely done anything and you’re a fucking goner.

His tongue suddenly crashes between your folds. “FUCK!” you cry out loudly. His fingers trace over your thighs, reaching for your own fingers which you entwine with his. He’s got his eyes closed, savouring every moan, every little gasp he pulls from you. 

He can tell you’re getting close from how your cunt begins to grind itself down against his tongue, chasing you’re high, but to allow you to have it would be too easy. He listens closely to your breathing, your moans; one… two… he suddenly moves his mouth away and you want to scream. He playfully nips at the inside of your thigh, almost hard enough to bruise. You really do scream now in frustration. “Told you I could bite.” he says coily as he mumbles against your skin. 

He licks another stripe through your folds as if in apology, as if to soothe the sting but his tongue flicks at your sensitive clit before he sucks it hard between his lips and you cry out again. “Mmmm.” he hums against your cunt, “you sound so pretty when you scream like that.”

You want to cry, you are so sensitive and overstimulated but suddenly he’s lapping at your pussy again and you’re melting back into the bed as your muscles begin to relax again with the long slow licks of his tongue.

When you both begin to feel the build of your climax again he doesn’t pull away this time. He lets you have it, your thighs closing around his head, hips bucking off the bed as the wave of pleasure crashes over you. He keeps going, his mouth lapping up everything you’ll give him until you're pulling yourself away from him. Tears well in the corners of your eyes from the over stimulation as you pant and whine and rub your thighs together, desperate for the feeling to dissipate. He grabs at your ankles, holding you still as you flop back into the pillows at the top of the bed.

“So good for me Trouble, you’re doing so good.” he says as he crawls up the bed to kiss you. 

Although he’s wiped at his mouth, the taste of you still remains and you lick it off every part of his mouth you can reach as he settles himself between your legs.

His hands slide up your thighs before they’re grabbing ahold of your waist and suddenly he’s flipping you, his head crashing into the pillows as you straddle his hips. Your lips race to chase his as you continue to pant breathlessly into his mouth, another flood of arousal soaking between your legs. 

His fingers reach for the bottom of your dress, lifting it up and off your head, leaving you finally, completely naked before him. “Fuck, trouble,” he moans as his eyes drink you in, “has anyone told you how absolutely fucking perfect you are.” You giggle and blush as you lean down to kiss him. “No. No. Look at me.” he says as he takes your head in his hands and moves you away from him so you have to look at him. He’s giving you that look with his eyes again as he holds your face in place, not allowing you to break eye contact with him for one single moment as he begins to grind his hips up against you, his rock hard cock grinding against your clit. Your mouth falls open in a silent gasp. “So fucking perfect.” he repeats. “Now tell me, trouble, how do you want me to fuck you?” You can’t think, your eyes closing as you try to focus your thoughts as his skin drags across your clit teasingly. He gently taps your cheek with his fingers, forcing you to open your eyes and look at him. “Eyes on me Trouble,” he says, “find your words, tell me how you want me to fuck you.”

You shake your head as you close your eyes again, really unable to think. “Options.” you say breathlessly, your eyes flying open, before he can punish you for breaking eye contact again. “Give me options.” 

“Okay.” he concedes with a small nod and a smile. “Okay, pretty girl.” he repeats again soothingly as he pulls you back down closer to him, his lips kissing you sweetly and encouragingly, aware he’s over stimulating your brain. “I can fuck you like this.” he says as he looks into your eyes. His hand slowly trails down to wrap around your throat, his other hand still cradling the back of your head as he flips you again. “Or I can fuck you like this.” he says as he continues to slowly grind himself against your sex. “Or,” he says as he lowers his head down to the crook of your neck, breathing you in deeply as he speaks directly into your ear, “I can flip you over and fuck you from behind.” You sigh as his words go straight to your core again.

“The last one.” you say breathlessly as your eyes close.

“MMM.” he hums into your ear as his teeth nip at your jaw, satisfied with your response. He pushes you back into the bed slightly as he lifts himself onto his knees, his hands moving away from your face and you watch him eagerly as you await his next move. He leans over to the bedside table, reaching into the draw for a condom, lazily tugging at his length with one hand whilst he uses his teeth and the other hand to open it up. You’re almost starring as he’s rolling it down the length of his cock, fully taking in his erect size. He smirks when he looks up to notice you nibbling at your lower lip.

“Come here, trouble.” he says before he’s flipping you over, your head finding a comfortable position on the pillow as he lifts your ass into the air. 

He slides his fingers down your opening before placing two fingers slowly inside you, stretching you out and you let out another breathy moan at the feeling. He pumps them in and out of you a couple more times before he slowly lets them slide out of you, his fingertips dragging agonisingly across your clit before he uses them to pump his cock again a couple times, shifting himself into position.

His fingers grip tightly onto your hips as he lines himself up and slowly pushes himself inside you, your back arching with the stretch, head shifting as you let out another moan of satisfaction into the pillow. “Mmm, let me hear you baby.” he says as his hand removes itself from your hip to reach for the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as he turns your head back towards him.

“Fuck.” you hiccup as he pulls himself out little by little before he’s slamming his hips forward against your ass, pushing himself in even deeper.

“Fuck, trouble. So fucking tight for me.” 

You lose all ability to speak as he begins fucking into you, slowly building his pace until he’s fucking into you at a wicked speed. You want to scream again, your face screwing up in ecstasy as his cock continuously hits that spot inside you that makes you want to explode. His other hand reaches around for your throat, pulling you back up as he leans over you so he can stick his tongue back into your mouth. It adjusts his angle somehow, making the feeling in your cunt even more intense. Your mouth falls open as he holds it there, you’re panting and moaning into his mouth. “Look at me.” he encourages as his thumb rubs soothingly across your jaw. You can’t help but obliged. 

It’s too much. It’s the hottest, most filthiest sex you’ve ever had. You know you’ll never be the same again. Nothing, no one, will ever compare to this. “Please, please, please.” you find yourself repeating as your eyes close again. You’re so close and he knows it because your cunt is constricting like a vice around his cock. 

He moves his hand down to circle at your clit between your legs. “Come on, trouble, give it to me,” he coaches, “Fuck, baby!” he snarls against your mouth as he smashes his lips to yours again, pulling at your lips bruisingly. 

You pull your mouth away from him, wailing, gasping for breath as your body convulses around him, his pace only slowing slightly to help you ride out your climax. “So good.” he coos, “My trouble, so fucking good for me. Atta girl.”

His pace is steady as he feels you begin to relax again but you’re still so stimulated. You’re surprised he’s still going. “Your turn.” you say to him breathlessly and he smiles. When he doesn’t say anything you decide to push your luck. “How do you want to fuck me?” you coo, now you’re the one who’s eye fucking him.

You watch as he closes his eyes, head falling back. He chuckles then, something low and devious. He suddenly pulls out of you. It makes you feel so empty. You’re about to whine but then he’s flipping you over and pulling your legs together and then over his shoulder as he bends you in half. He lines himself back up with your entrance and slips back in with ease and you gasp as he bottoms out, the position making him hit that devastating spot inside you instantly. He leans all the way over so he can kiss you, his mouth swallowing every moan, gasp and breath that leaves your mouth as he pounds down into you like something fierce.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.” you whine as the sensitivity grows too much. His pelvis is slamming against your clit with every thrust. Now you really are crying, your eyes rolling back in your head as you feel yourself clamping down on his cock again. 

“Oh my god, baby.” he says. “You’re so fucking wet. So fucking good. Such a good fucking girl.”

It’s a guttural wail you let loose into the room as you cum and his head dips down as he buries himself in the crook of your neck, his thrusts growing even faster as he chases his high. “Stay with me, Trouble,” he says, trying to ground you. He lifts his head, hand reaching for your face, forcing you to look at him. “Just a little bit longer, baby, just a little bit-” but he can’t finish his words. He’s so fucking close. One pump, two- he suddenly stills as he buries himself inside you, his forehead pressing into yours grounding you both as he pumps his seed into the condom inside you. You whine at the feeling of his cock pulsating against the still extremely sensitive spot inside you.

“You did so good.” His voice reassures as he strokes soothingly across your cheek forcing you to look at him as you breathe deeply and heavily in your come down. “So fucking good.” he says as he kisses your forehead before slipping out of you. 

With his body no longer crowding you you fully relax back into his sheets, your eyes closing as you try to regulate. You think you might even pass out. You think you may even have blacked out for a second, but you know you haven’t as your eyes fly open and your body jumps at the feeling of a cool damp cloth between your legs.

He watches you content as you suddenly relax once more, the cool washcloth doing wonders to soothe the hot swollen feeling between your legs as he cleans you up. You definitely black out then, completely exhausted.

You are disturbed again a few minutes later, a soft reassuring hand brushing up your legs. “Here.” his voice says softly as he sits on the side of the bed next to you, waiting for you to open your eyes and look at him so he can pass you a glass of water.

The cold liquid does wonders to help regulate your temperature and you can’t help but stare at him again in wonder as he sits before you in a pair of flannel pyjama bottoms. He leans over you, kissing the top of your head, breaking you from your sex induced stupor.

“You can stay if you want.” You nod your head, you have no energy to move yet.

“Okay.” he says with a soft smile as he takes the now mostly empty glass from your fingers. “I’m gonna go get you another one of these,” he says motioning to the glass now in his hands, “you go to the toilet, there’s a spare toothbrush under the sink, get yourself ready for bed and when you get back we can cuddle.”

You still have no words, just dociley nod and agree. You wobble slightly as you try to stand, blood rushing back to your limbs and his hand reaches out to steady you. “I’ve got it, I’ve got it.” You say as you sway slightly and wave him away.

He just chuckles. “Whatever you say, trouble.”

You crawl into bed beside him 5 minutes later, tucking yourself into his side as his arm wraps around you. “You really are Professor Brat Tamer huh?” you joke as you nestle into his bare chest.

“And don’t you know it.” he smiles, pulling you tighter into his side so he can place a kiss to the top of your head.

You wake just after 6am, sneaking from his bed with a smile on your face as you pick up your clothes before doing the walk of shame back to your student halls. The sun is just coming up and the leaves are just starting to change, you can still feel the alcohol in your system as well as the after effects of your orgasms and you know, although you’re tired, today is gonna be a great first day… or was it?

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@tarzinnia @withahappyrefrain @xenasolos @sincericida

Is this a one off? I don't know. Is there a lot of room for this to turn into a collection of shorts... yeah, maybe.

[scumbagjaeger]

omg! I love the college major one! if you're still okay with requests, how would the guys be as a study partner ?

STUDYING WITH THE SNK MEN

starring: Eren, Jean, Armin, Connie, Porco, Reiner, Levi, Zeke

rating: mostly sfw! 18+

notes: Omg thank you!!! I'm always open for requests I'm just really slow with them lol. Since I was a history/english major, most of my homework in college was papers so I kind of framed these with them helping with a paper! I also love the idea of them pining for you a touch so some of these might be more geared around that, instead of an established relationship, but I think they're pretty versatile anyway haha. Enjoy!!(:

college majors

EREN:

It's rare for him to be seen actually doing school work

So when he sends you a text inviting you to do homework together, that's exactly what he's going to do, simple enough

He's probably extremely behind in like four classes oops

Eren prefers to study in the evenings, probably after hours in the library? So there's like no one there besides the other people way behind in their classes lol

I love basketball player Eren, so he's either wearing the same big hoodie and sweats that he wore during the day, or a clean shirt and shorts, wet hair from the post-practice showers, and maybe even his gym bag

If you have plans to meet in the usual spot, he'll have your favorite energy drink waiting for you when you get there

He'd probably be super nice to study with

After practice he's extremely chill, calm, asking about your day and what not while you pull out your laptop and papers

If you ask he'll tell you about how his practice went and what he's been up to, he's tired from a long day of school and what not but he's super comfortable around you, so it's just a nice vibe

He's a good listener, remembers the names of the professors you like and the guy you hate in your class

Once you're actually really to start studying he's extremely quiet, he lets you work in peace

Honestly the sounds of his keyboard is probably so comforting? The man is good with his fingers what can I say

You might catch him sneaking glances (or full on staring) at you here and there, bright green eyes poking up from behind his laptop screen

Lowkey he's looking for any reason to talk to you again

The second you acknowledge his gaze he'll start up a small conversation again

If you need his help he'll do the thing where he leans over you a touch

He definitely saw the pink on your ears when he did it the first time and now he will never not find an excuse to be that close to you lmaooo

If you're writing a paper, he'll read it after you're done and give you feedback, but he's not good at giving it??

"Yeah, seems good to me," or "I don't get this part", he doesn't really know how to explain it or provide specific advice about how to strengthen the analysis of your evidence lol sorry

Afterwards he might put a hand on your arm and ask "So... got any plans tonight?"

Lol it's like 1am but if you're down he might take you to get ice cream, or back to his place if you want to hang out there. If not he'll offer to drive you back to your apartment, he doesn't want you walking around late at night alone :)

JEAN:

He probably sucks to study with lmao so sorry

It's just hard to get him to stop talking and actually get work done?

Your conversations start to dwindle as you begin typing on your laptop and he just changes the topic

In his defense, you guys probably find time to study together either in between your classes or immediately after, so he's just kind of distracted with everything going on

He'll invite you to do homework together and he literally thinks it means work on your essay together and like write it together

And you'll have to explain that you can do your own paper while he studies and he's like "OH okay then"

But he'll offer to help you with it anyway, which would be really nice!!

He'll read the paper once to get a feel for it, almost scans through it which makes it seem intimidating but he's just a fast reader lol

He'll explain the paper back to you???? Like he'll tell you what he's got out of the paper, your thesis and your main points; if there's any general comments or miscommunications you guys can sort that out there, he helps you frame your paper better

Then he'll help you fine tune each paragraph and make sure the evidence and analysis is solid! He's probably the best with helping you with your papers because he's super supportive and patient

When you pause to ask for his input he'll smile and give you a nudge, "Hey, you've got this. I know it's tough but you're smart, you already know the content! (Y/N), you've got this, I believe in you"

And then he gets really pink in the face "Uh, yeah. So. Onto the next paragraph?"

Sometimes you will need to tell him to focus on his own work lol

Jean with glasses. That's it

If he's writing his own paper or reading one for class they're low on his nose

Looks like a model reading, holding the book in hold hand and barely dropping his gaze down to look at it

Writing notes that are indecipherable with his other hand lol

Jean reads aloud because it helps him focus and it's really cute okay

If you're stressed or you guys are in a public/busy setting he won't! He doesn't want to be distracting

But if he's comfortable with you you might hear him whispering quietly to himself

If you offer, he'll give you some context and ask you for your input about something he's stuck on!

Remembers when your papers are due and will ask you how you did on them a week or two later!

If you're frustrated about your grade or another upcoming paper he might send you a text before your weekly study session: "change of plans. wanna catch a movie in the park? they're playing a good one :)"

ARMIN:

Armin with the double major???

He has you studying together a couple times a week AT LEAST

I bet he holds 'tutoring sessions' where he invites a bunch of friends together to study and get help from him because he can whip out a 12 page paper in two hours tops

But Connie and Ymir derail these sessions

If you guys are studying alone together he's extremely helpful

He'd love to call them private sessions with you though lowkey?? I bet if y'all were together he'd even try and roleplay some sort of tutor thing, lil freak

Studying with you is a TOP priority. This man will cancel a doctor's appointment to study with you

He'll rent you out a study room in the library!!

Armin can actually pull strings with the librarians to reserve a room last minute, if you really need one!

Study rooms are nice because they have those big whiteboards to use and he'll fill one side with "(Y/N)'S PAPER" and have you go through everything about your paper

Title, intro, thesis, paragraph topics, evidence, analysis, conclusion...

Even if you have an outline already lol he just likes to write on the whiteboard, it makes him feel important

If you're dong a worksheet or something he'll also use the whiteboard for that!

Good luck if you're writing a paper about something he's knowledgeable on?? If it's history he can literally pull evidence (like a book, author, quote and page number) out of thin air for you to use

But he might try and take over your paper oops

"(Y/N), I totally get what you're saying about Hegel's religious theories serving as a metaphor for Germany's idealized and romanticized view on their newly formed state, causing the reign of the Third Reich during the 20th century, but would you agree that this idea extends BEYOND Hegel, and in fact combines the martyrdom of the empire and their warmongering tendencies to that thought?? Just an idea :)"

He's probably the smoothest when it comes to inviting you to do something after you study

He knows your favorite coffee shop is right next to the library, or he knows of a mini golf park that's half off for students

He writes down your exam dates and paper due dates in his calendar so he can remind you and ask you how you feel afterwards!

Before a big exam he'll surprise you with something like a gift card to your favorite coffee place or a flower omg I love him

IMMEDIATELY after your class ends, your phone goes off" "How'd the exam go!! Wanna tell me about it over lunch? :)"

CONNIE:

Sorry to any business majors but all my business friends had the easiest homework ever??

Like one of them had to redesign a monopoly board for their MIDTERM, so studying with Connie is probably more like arts and crafts lmao He’ll ask you to study with him when he notices you’ve been especially stressed or down

Connie’s got a real good skill at reading people I bet but he doesn’t show it?

He’ll check in occasionally but it can also be overwhelming when someone’s constantly looming over you while you’re stressed so he doesn’t do that!

But right in the heat of your semester, you’ve got like five different papers and projects due and you get a text from Connie saying he’s on his way to your apartment with food and a project

He makes some dumb excuse about needing to borrow some tape or something

He brings your favorite takeout and lightly forces you to eat it, put your books down and think about something else for ten minutes!

He points out that you’ll do your best work when you’re healthy and gives you a look

You guys probably study in silence for a bit before he finally breaks the tension

"So... stressed much?"

He'll let you rant to him about all of your classes, about your parents pressuring you, about how you're scared you're pushing away your friends by closing yourself off but you NEED to, everything

You'll feel him at your side, his hand rubbing your back gently

"(Y/N), you're like the smartest person I know. You don't have to prove anything to anyone about that. You're friends all know that exams are hectic, so you don't need to worry about us! I just worry about you when you stop taking care of yourself, (Y/N). So... let me take care of you, yeah? We'll get through this."

All-nighters aren't probably the healthiest thing, but Connie makes them fun and you guys are able to get through them without two pots of coffee

He let's you explain everything about your projects and he'll play devil's advocate a little bit during your essay, just asking you simple questions that you should answer in your paper. "--But why is that important?" and "--What about any opposing arguments?"

If you're memorizing terms for a quiz, he's making it a game, rewarding you with chocolate chips or something dumb whenever you ace your flashcards

Honestly he'd end up learning all of your terms too? I think a good way to learn something is to explain it to someone else (or just talk through it at least), so as you go through your terms and their definitions he is slowly starting to memorize them? He may not seem like the most studious person but he's definitely a quick learner

He also forces you to take breaks when you're starting to get overwhelmed though, which is also how you guys do his projects lol. "Why don't you put down your laptop and give yourself some space from your essay. Help me color in this poster and then we can look at your paper with fresh eyes, yeah?"

By the time your paper is done and your terms are all memorized, it's 4am and the sun is starting to peek through the tree line, and only then do you start to feel the weight of your overnight study session. Connie does too, and he nods towards your bedroom where you both collapse onto your mattress

"Don't go to class today," "What?" "C'mon, you need to sleep, you've got all your projects done, your paper is perfect, you need to sleep." and as he's pulling you towards him, rubbing your back, who are you to decline that offer?

Porco:

I feel like Porco is also very down-to-business, like Eren

Which can be extremely nice? He's very disciplined, so studying with him is perfect when you procrastinate too much and NEED to get your shit done

He probably gives you shit for procrastinating lol, sorry he just doesn't understand how you could do that to yourself?

He's an extremely busy guy, to the point where homework is probably fun for him, because it's the only thing he can really control (compared to his soccer practice and work schedule, that has set times)

Like he can get homework in class and then get it done immediately after, while the content is still fresh in his mind, and then his afternoon is free

So if you ask him to study with you sometime he might look at you a little funny because he doesn't really need to study that often?

But he's also a gentleman so he'll agree, inviting you over to his place sometime after soccer practice

He might save some homework to do in the evening with you, or he'll just sit there with a blank word document across from you because all of his homework is done LMAOO

But let's be real he'd never pass up a chance to spend some alone time with you

Love Porco to pieces but he's probably a bit dense when it comes to talking to people one on one?? Like people he's interested in

"Yeah, all the boys are playing COD right now and they want me to join but I said I had to study with you ://"

But then when you tell him that he can go play if he's done with his homework he's like "no shut up, stupid. I want to help you"

He'd lowkey be such a parent-type friend when it comes to studying at his apartment, like he has a dinky little platter of like vegetables out because it's good brain food, what a dork

You can convince him to order a pizza if you end up needing to stay later, and he orders your favorite toppings without you having to tell you what they are

"When Sasha and Niccolo hosted that make-your-own pizza thing two months ago, that's what you put on your pizza so I just figured that's what you liked I don't know"

When you ask him how much you owe him he just rolls his eyes. "Shut up and get back to writing your paper, dummy"

At one point he asks you how many pages your essay needs to be he is shocked??? He thought it was like a three page paper, so when you tell him it needs to be a minimum of twenty four pages he dies a little bit

"People have to write papers that long???" He might even call the pizza place back and order a dessert, paying the delivery charge and tipping a driver again just because he really had no idea that's why you were so stressed

You can definitely get him to take your mind off of studying by asking him about something relating to soccer or his family and he does not realize that you're doing it to get your mind off of your work, he's just happy to talk to you lol

Reiner:

He'd probably be similar to Porco in that he gets most of his homework done like right after class, it just makes more sense to him to do it that way

Like the content is fresh in his mind and then he doesn't have to worry about it

If it's a paper or something he just goes to the library immediately after class and gets lost in his research and then a couple hours later he leaves with at least half of it done, does the rest the next day

But I'm sure he still gets super stressed out about all his work

So when you ask him to study with you he's totally down, he could always review his notes for the 18th time!

When Reiner does need to study he cram studies in the most unhealthy way?? I bet he had a really healthy and disciplined way of studying in high school, but something about college and his anxiety just caused all of that academic discipline to go out the window

He could have a paper due in two months and if he puts it off for a day he starts to beat himself up over it :(

Still a good student obviously!! Just doesn't take care of himself as kindly as he should

When you guys study together it's different, because he'd hate to encourage you to treat yourself the same way he treats himself

You guys go and get lunch together before you study and he pays (duh), and he even suggests that you guys go on a walk or something before actually settling down to study

Maybe you talk about the work you need to done to plan what you need to get done today, what you can afford to put off until the next day, etc

Or maybe you talk about something else entirely, just about how nice the weather is! You both end up feeling refreshed and ready to get started once you make your way to the library

Since he's going to school for education he's probably extremely helpful when it comes to memorizing your terms and concepts

He'll make flash cards for the both of you with your respective content and you guys take turns quizzing each other

Unrelated but I bet he has decent handwriting?? But when he makes the flashcards for you both he makes sure it's all super neat and perfect, gets weirdly paranoid about misspelling a word or his handwriting looking bad, causing you to misspell a word on your exam day??

"Reiner, trust me, you're already helping me so much, I appreciate all you do for me!"

His face just goes bright red and he nods, unable to speak so he just goes back to making more flashcards

He'll print out your essay once you're done with it, paying the $0.94 per page charge for each draft, so he can highlight and annotate it for you

You explain to him that he can just edit it on his laptop but he refuses, he thinks he will do a better job editing with the hard copy in hand

Will 100% take you to get ice cream again once you guys are done studying, to recap how you did, whether you got done the stuff that you set out to, and plan another study date hangout

Levi:

I feel like Levi would be really intense when it comes to studying?

Like he just looks extremely focused in on his work, so it might seem like he's angry when you invite him to study with you in the library

But he insists that you go to his apartment instead. The library is going to be full of students trying to get their work done, and he can even cook for you afterwards, if you'd like

He writes down his apartment address and you agree to meet there at 3 o'clock sharp

When you get to his apartment there's classical music playing, he already has his laptop on with like four open books next to him so he can work on his literature paper

If you're also working on an English paper he has dozens of anthologies for you to borrow, if you're looking for a specific one he'll go to his bedroom (where he has a massive bookshelf) and will pull it out for you

"Bartleby the Scrivener? By Melville, yes? Hm, I think I have that in my seventh edition, let me--" and without waiting for response he's gone, and then he's back moments later with a massive text in his hand. He'll flip to it in the anthology and he'll set it on the table for you, "here, I've even annotated my copy"

Actually if you ask him to help you write your paper he would also be really helpful?? Very direct with it, but as long as you know that going into it, it's fine lol

I love the idea of him being a graduate student who teaches an undergrad/Intro to English Studies course, so he's extremely comfortable with helping you with your papers, even if they're not about English!

In group settings he can be really intense, and even though he's still extremely direct one-on-one, he is patient with you, and understanding as you explain what confuses you about your assignment

If you are going into this study session hoping for it to be a date of some sort, prepare to be disappointed because this man keeps his academics and his love life separate lol

Until he hears your stomach grumble!!

The second he does, he shuts his laptop and makes his way towards the kitchen to start dinner

"You can't do your best work on an empty stomach, and the noise will be distracting anyway," lmaoo

If you offer to help out he'll take it, maybe suggesting you prepare the vegetables while he makes the pasta sauce

He might brush a hand against the small of your back to signal you of his presence while reaching over to grab something next to you?? Like a spice or something

While you cook together, he'll ask you how your day was, he might even offer to pour you a glass of wine, so long as it doesn't spoil your appetite

He might smack your hand away from snacking on the vegetables you cook, but will also accept if you try and feed him one-- "to see if it's seasoned properly"!!

Levi would think about the taste for a second, humming with approval before turning back to focus on his entrée with a tinge of pink dusting his cheeks.

He will keep up this flirty energy all throughout dinner, but the second the dishes are washed and put away, he is opening up his laptop and going back to work, straight faced as ever oops

Zeke:

So cocky?? For no reason?? Someone put this man in a time out

"So you need my help, hm? I guess I can take a peek at your paper."

Even if you just ask to study with him, he's going to assume you need his help

Which can be nice if you're stubborn or have a hard time asking for help (like me lol)

He's extremely observant, so the moment you begin to reread a paragraph to see how to improve it, he's at your side. "Okay, what's the problem here"

He can tell by the way you furrow your brows, or the way you begin to read aloud quietly to yourself!! The man doesn't even understand why he's so lasered-in on you, he's basically studying you while you study lmao

I will always headcanon him as being a coach for a little league baseball team in his hometown, and he does most of his own homework on the train ride there and back

So when you ask him to study with you he's usually not doing much himself anyway, just there to help you out

Maybe he'll bring some papers to grad from the class he's TA'ing for, because he wants to show off a little bit hahahah

He'll even invite you to the classroom that he TA's in, because he knows that it's going to be empty by the time you finish your last class

Similar to Reiner, he'd prefer to edit your paper with a hard copy so he can 'grade it' with the rest of his undergrad essays, but he'll send you to the printer down the hall with his credit card, might even tell you to pick out something from the vending machine for yourself (they say chivalry is dead)

He's also extremely thorough though when editing your paper, gets so quiet that it's almost scary, but he's super encouraging and helpful with all of his notes, even just rewriting things for you in red ink in the margins

After he's finished he'll go through his revisions with you so that you understand why his rewrite of your thesis is stronger, more concise, so that in the future you know how to do it yourself

Not that he doesn't love to help you! But he wants you to learn the stuff

Honestly if he's helping you learn terms or remember concepts he is also using a whiteboard like Armin lol

I think Zeke would want to be a surgeon or oncologist to follow in his dad's footsteps, but I think he'd have a real gift for teaching and should go into that instead, he could teach one of his little league kiddos medical terminology and have them pass a test he's that good at teaching people

Talks with his hands a lot while he's explaining concepts to you, circles phrases and draws arrows connecting them to other ideas, basically acts as if he's a professor giving a lecture to you lol but it's okay because he looks hot doing it xoxo

He won't say much once you nail your practice term quiz or show him your final draft of your paper, just nod and give a little "hm, not bad, (Y/L/N)"

But deep down I think he'd be going crazy because Zeke loves an intelligent and competent partner?? I mean don't get me wrong he'd probably like someone less intelligent than him so he can a) feel better about himself and b) manipulate them without them knowing, but he'd be kind of speechless once he's aware of your intelligence and his heart is racing a little bit?? He doesn't realize he's experiencing feelings for the first time hahaha

For that reason, once you are done studying he is like "okay bye" and he is gone in like two seconds UNLESS you start up a conversation with him about little league, then you may be able to convince him to walk you back to your apartment (who's being manipulated now, Zeke)

AHH I'm so sorry this took so long!!! I hope you liked them!! My next set of headcanons is going to be some meet-cute scenarios that I think would lead to your relationship with the guys respectively, so this was tough!! I was torn between it being an established relationship or them kind of crushing on you/a study date-not-date type of thing?? But I really hope you liked them and I appreciate your patience with me :)

[kiawren]

💛💚💜 hi wren :3

💛/Yellow: Imagine a fantasy au with you and your f/o! What roles would the two of you take? How would the story end?

Well there's this au inspired by cupid and psyche I dumped in the tags of this post about wren being some cupid figure + fallen angel of sorts and kiawe's form is part fire and they fall in love even though circumstances rlly don't favour them to be together or something

A few times I've thought of a prince x knight au where wren is the prince and Kiawe is the knight becuz the latter is very hardworking Buuut I do not want to be royalty nor deserve to be or see myself in that role in an AU and I would rather dedicate myself to Kiawe as a knight does Buuuttt I also don't see myself as a knight becuz im lazy as hell and have no athletic stamina So.

Also an au where Kiawe is a vampire hehegheurgrjtjgkhh and wren woukd be like Haha you want to suck my blood So bad and kiawe's like no Actually i don't need to we have ethical reliable means of getting blood routinely.. But if he doesn't then well I am right Here

💚/Green: Does your f/o get jealous? How do they cope with it?

I think emotion wise he can be the type to feel jealousy but logic wise he's trusting of his partner and we communicate so he wouldn't find much reason to... Um to answer the question i think when kiawren is still pining then yeah, I think wren hangs out with Ilima becuz he helps wren with academia and research and the places to do fieldwork in alola cuz I think he's done research to write his own papers as well idk I forgor what's Ilima's academic qualifications that's what I have for now, then yeah kiawe gets jealous but when they're already dating then not really.. How he copes with it... Just seethes in secret or asks wren why he needs to spend time with Ilima so much (but trying to be subtle about it he will not say he's jealous or anything at all) but he will understand cuz wren has said it themself that he prefers spending time with Kiawe the most and everyday will still find time to do so, so honestly kiawe doesn't need to worry about wren avoiding him or spending less time with him or anything, if anything he shoukd be asking why the hell wren wants to meet him every single day

💜/Purple: What would your f/o do if you got into a argument? Would they eventually apologize?

Well they don't rlly get into arguments cuz they can communicate and wren is chill and would avoid conflicts. Though, they really do have parts of their characters that really do conflict. Like wren being too passive and slothful regarding their commitments while kiawe is actively working hard every day, maybe one day he might really try to sternly tell wren to get their stuff together if they really want to reach their ambitions instead of dreaming all day, but then again whatever kiawe says abour wren's flaws will be valid as hell becuz his criticisms are not petty but actually genuine so honestly wren woukd be like damn yah ok you make sense and they won't argue or anything.

Alsoooo... Okay yeah this one could be realistic too — kiawe gets reallty worried about not getting into his dream school to study dance abroad, and wren assures him by saying don't worry you've did what you can and just don't think about it if it's out of your control basically stuff that kinda brushes off the problem and encourages him to relax instead (becuz wren isn't confrontational about their own problems, this is true for me irl), and kiawe gets annoyed and says you always say that and you never do anything tangible to try and succeed and I'm actually worried and kinda scared about my future and want to take real steps to make me more assured but you're just saying words to make me feel better. Okay becuz this is what I always say to my sister and she's just kinda tired of me saying "it's past 9pm don't think about it" cuz that mindset doesn't work for everyone and for Kiawe I think he believes in the work he puts in helping him reach the outcome instead of just luck or pure optimism, so yeah wren probbaly says okay what do you want me to do, youve literally put in all the work you can and I see it and I think it's more than good enough and reallt reflects your genuine passion so what can I do if you dotn get accepted or if it's deemed not enough.

Um yeah for apologies.... Kiawe apologises first, I don't really apologise instead I just wsnt to move past the argument and pretend everything is fine and interact normally after... I just find it awkward to communicate it out even though inside I'm genuinely sorry and can objectively think it through in my head to see I'm wrong, but still Kiawe will apologise first becuz he cares about all his loved ones and won't let one-upping each other in arguments be worth the time we spend brooding in silence. And once Kiawe apologises wren will apologise too and everything will be okay and they try to talk things out 😁

[red-logan-things]

Hey guys, its red Logan here, I'm going to tell you about the kinds of things I like to make, whether they be for myself or others.

I can crochet basic hats, or as we quebecers say toques and am in the process of making two at the moment.

I am pretty okay at woodcarving, seeing as that was the first type of skill I actually picked up as a child I am glad that I got this far. With that I like to carve harry potter style wands for myself and as gifts for friends.

I like to make things with polymer modeling clay, which is particularly easy to do because its literally made for that, unlike wood which exists to grow and we manipulate the dead form of it to suit our interests.

I am pretty good at foamsmithing, or making cosplay props and costumes (more accurately costume parts) out of EVA foam, which I either sell to others, keep, or give away for free. As of right now though I am out of contact cement and can't make anything.

I want to get better at resin based props, but van never get the portions of the two part resin right and it always turns out half cured.

I like to paint things, but only really on actual objects instead of canvasses or other such things.

I like to make a variety of things with my sewing machine, whether they be spider-man masks, or oversized clothes I can at least try to make them. Although I am specifically proficient in making the spider-man style mask out of Lycra.

I like to make origami, and I am incredibly good at making paper cranes, as it is the only type of origami I have fully memorized how to make.

I also like to paint miniatures from dnd and other games, and some of them have turned out rather well if I do say so myself.

I'm sure I like to make or do other kinds of things, but I can't think of them at the moment, because I am tired, sick, and it is one forty one in the morning as I am writing this, so goodnight anyone who sees this at night, or even in the day, who cares its just a greeting/goodbye. If I think of anything else I'll make another follow up post.

[solarpunk-anarchists-cookbook]

This is the first post of what will probably become something of a manifesto.

I'm a person who is tired. I'm tired of being an economic slave. I'm tired of continuing to live without a concept a sustainability and consumption.

I'm handy, knowledgeable and curious. I'm also lazy, and poorly self motivated. The fact that I'm even writing this all down is me trying to break free of that.

I want to work with other individuals who have similar views and goals that I have. I want to continue to learn and refine, and ultimately break free everywhere I can.

I want to minimize my impact to the planet, while improving my impact on the humans around me.

I want to generate my own power, capture my own water, process and minimize my own waste.

I want to live in a community of support and comraderie, while also maintaining some independence and privacy.

The challenges of these intersections is important to manage, however I want everyone to subscribe to a common view. I've joked that this will be the beginning of my cult, however my partner refers to it as an anti-cult commune. I want to give money back to the people who live here. And I don't want to have sex with all the women.

The cult aspect will ultimately come in the form of a donation, which I would rather have as a stakeholder loan. The land, the start-up resources, the things we can't produce or use on our own will all cost money. Money I don't have. Money, I don't want to be solely responsible for. If, instead it was arranged as a not-for-profit corporate partnership, we would all be vested stakeholder in this, and have a vested interest in its growth. I also believe with a reasonable financial plan, the stake holders would get their investments back.

There would be persistent costs, as is a result of simply existing in this country. Property taxes, fees, tariffs, logistical costs, etc. The land would need to hopefully be able to generate some form of revenue. Wether it be from re-selling energy back to the utility, sales of eggs, vegetables, etc, or other avenues I haven't thought of.

I want to recycle paper and cardboard in notebooks and paper, made right on this land. I want to sort plastics into their types, melt them down, mix them with crushed glass and extrude my own building materials.

I want to minimize how much we consume, maximize how much me know and do. I am an electrician by trade. I will wire every tiny home on this land, for only the cost of the materials, which I would attempt my very best to procure second hand. I want to lead by example. I want a gathering of the minds. I want to wire efficiently. I want to work with a plumber who could help me design and build a better system for minimizing water usage. Grey water, black water, pumps, pressure tanks, etc.

This is long enough. I will try to focus my ideas moving forward. Try to keep the posts as less of a ramble and more poignant.

I also want you, the reader, to learn about me. Maybe tap into this fire in me to be better. To break the chains of convenience, and apathy.

I want to rally some help around me. I live in western Canada, and I really want to make this a reality. I don't know everything. But I can know people, and through that, I can know so much more. Ask me questions, break down my ideas, give me new ideas, give me solutions to problems. Maybe we can collectively build something without the intent of monetization and exploitation.

Okay okay. I'm done.

K

[ice-cream-nekogirl]

"recess, I'm tired" (Iida Tenya X Reader)

This is the second part to: ice-cream-kitsunegirl.tumblr.com/post/611326356316389376/can-you-meet-me-tonight-in-detention-iida-tenya

Summary: After snapping at Iida and some of your classmates, you feel horrible and want to make it up to them.

This was originally supposed to be a big one-shot but ended up being a two-parter since it was WAY too big lol but it worked out for the best! I hope this will be a satisfying conclusion :3

Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EGkF8635zSE

A COUPLE OF SECONDS AGO…

No more negativity. Not right now.

You wanted positivity, and show that kind positivity to your classmates from now on. As soon as you were finished with your paper and handed it to Mic, you were rushing out the door. “You got this!!” He made sure to give you that support too, because he knew a stressed-out student when he saw one and that’s the only reason you got upset in the first place. They needed to do something about students and mental health…

AFTER DETENTION…

Don't let them fuck you, honey, no, oh Don't let them try (ooh) Don't let them hurt you, baby Just say, "Recess, I'm tired"

Going back to the dorms after detention was… awkward. As awkward as class was the entire time, because once you entered the dorms many of your classmates glanced at you only to quickly look away as if they were afraid you were going to snap again. That and some of the more considerate ones didn’t want to just poke and prod at you until you get irritated again, they were pretty certain you didn’t want to be reminded of what went down this morning.

You tried to wave at some classmates like Kaminari and Sero, and thankfully they gave you waves in return but they looked very nervous and scared even. Sighing, you shook your head and headed to your room and you saw Midoriya with his squad consisting of Uraraka, Todoroki and Iida…

Oh God…

“Hi (Y/N)! How was… detention? They weren’t too harsh on you were they? Present Mic is always making us write in English…” Uraraka however, tried to be mediator and see how you were doing even though she was very aware you and Iida were still not happy with each other. Iida more so no doubt as you had come down from your angry high a while ago.

“It was… it was fine… it wasn’t that bad… he wasn’t that bad either.” You nervously mumbled as you only noticed Midoriya, Todoroki and Uraraka looking at you. Iida didn’t even gaze in your direction, and you couldn’t bring yourself to do the same.

“Are you okay?” And to your great surprise, Todoroki of all people asked you if you were feeling okay as you blinked a bit. That genuinely surprised you even though you knew Todoroki was a nice guy, it still shocked you.

With a slow, hesitant nod you mumbled ‘Kinda’ and the boy silently nodded in reply. Todoroki understood why you got so upset, after all, he’s certainly overreacted when he was angry too so he didn’t and wouldn’t judge you.

“Well I’m glad you’re feeling better (L/N)… see you at dinner.” Midoriya’s words were genuine as he wanted to be polite to you despite what you said to him. And he wasn’t one to hold grudges so he acted like everything was okay as he gave you a small smile even though he didn’t really make eye contact with you and you nodded, unable to give any sort of eye contact in return.

“See ya…” Glancing away you let the four walk past you. Iida wasn’t even going to talk to you and that… hurt. He always had something to say but remained silent the entire time you and he were in proximity. You knew that was earned though because you were SUCH a jerk to him this morning, and that’s what stung the most, that you did that. You hurt his feelings and now you were paying the price as you walked glumly to your room and keep thinking about what you did.

THAT NIGHT…

Sittin' in my room, looking at all I've done Everything I wanted has come to fruition I should be happy but I can't get out my bed Stressin' 'bout the voices screamin' inside my head

You could barely sleep as you had your headphones on and listened to your music. Even as the song played in your ears and that was all you could hear, all you could see was the faces of the ones you hurt this morning.

Midoriya. Yaoyorozu. Ojiro, Aoyama. Jirou. Iida…

Oh god why did it have to be them? You really didn’t mean to hurt them, you were just so upset and they were in the line of fire but still. You felt horrible.

All you could see was the tears in their eyes because of the way you yelled at them and insulted them. They really didn’t deserve it.

You wanted to say that you deserved to feel like this, but at the same time you didn’t want to beat yourself up too-too much. It’s not like you asked for these emotions or this stress that ate you up inside.

Yes you were at UA, yes you were in the Hero Course, but getting closer to what you want or trying to get closer to what you want meant having to constantly work and be under constant stress. It’s horrible, and you just needed a break. Like the one you had now that really let you think about everything, even if it made you feel bad. And then you started to think that maybe you should have opened up to someone about this instead of exploding.

Of course how could you have come up with a plan when all of that stress was in your head? Now you knew at least, and from now on you were going to start doing that and find someone to open up to and let others give you help.

You knew that now, and you knew that you needed to talk and apologize to all of your friends and all the ones you hurt.

3 DAYS LATER…

Now that tests were over for now, everyone was able to do their own things for the time being while it was the weekend. And after three long nights of tossing and turning, you felt EXTREMELY bad about what you said to your classmates. It was just not right to have been so cruel to them when they were actually trying to help you.

So, you had to make this right. Yeah they were still avoiding you for the past three days and to an extent a majority of your classmates also avoided you but still wanted to make this right. Without even thinking, you snuck out of the dorms and immediately ran to the nearest stores to go and buy something nice for everyone, but especially the ones whose feelings you hurt.

Damn… you weren’t good at getting things for people, so you just did what you did in doubt, which was buy some sweets for everyone. Chocolate, along with several ‘I’m sorry’ cards that you got from the birthday card kiosk.

You didn’t go back into the dorms until you were done signing each and every card, and then you also brought some baskets and also a cute little teddy bears, one for Yaoyorozu. And also a cute little All-Might figurine for Izuku. You wanted to get something nice for Jirou, Ojiro and Aoyama but you didn’t really know what they liked…

So you settled on buying them some gift cards, when in doubt, use gift cards as well. Some place preferably not fast food though, since everyone in this class was a freaking health-nut, but thankfully they all liked Starbucks…

You hoped Iida would like it too, him you especially owed an apology to. At least for lashing out, you weren’t really going to apologize for your stress because that wasn’t something you could help, you would just apologize for hurting their feelings.

Still, stepping foot back into the dorms was awkward as your telekinesis allowed you to hold everything you had for your classmates as you hid behind the corner and saw everyone in the commons and the kitchen as they sat either at the tables or the couch. 

They didn’t see you yet (except maybe Shouji) but that was good, you didn’t want to be seen just yet.

“Ahem…”

People gonna say If you need a break, someone'll take your place People gonna try To tell you that you're fine with dollars in their eyes Just remember...

And you raised the volume in your voice to get their attention, but they all perked up and looked a little bit alarmed, which didn’t really amuse you but you weren’t surprised after the way you acted.

“Hey.” You said very awkwardly as you lowered all of the baskets and bags. “I… don’t know how to say this… and I don’t even know if I have… any authority to speak up but… guys I… wanted to say that I am… so sorry for… getting so turned up a couple of days, and that all of you guys had to be there and see all of that when… none of you deserved to witness me being like that... and I really... really regret acting like that because... it was... so bad... God I’m embarrassed...”

There you said it. You apologized your heart out as your eyes felt warm just forcing all of these words out your throat because they had to be said, you wanted to say this no matter how hard it was and how nervous you were because you feared that you weren’t going to receive any forgiveness and you didn’t even see most of your classmates glanced at you sympathetically.

“It is… SO not cool to be acting like that… after all, I’m not Bakugo, I’m not the type to just scream at people, and I really can’t... stress just how sorry I am that you all saw me acting like that...” With a small chuckle, many of your classmates snickered while Bakugo indignantly shouted ‘HEY!’ in response when you kinda made fun of him a little bit. But thankfully, some of your friends understood.

“It’s okay!” Uraraka chimed in quickly, because she had tried to reassure Midoriya and Iida earlier to go easy on you because you were so stressed out, and she didn’t want them to take it too personally as she added. “Really (Y/N)… we’re not mad at you.” Although that was partially true, some WERE kinda mad at you but also they knew you didn’t truly mean that. Or at least they hoped you didn’t.

“No… we’re not, your hair was practically falling out…”

“We get heated girl! We understand!”

“Yeah it happens to everyone, we can’t always help it…”

“And I stood up all night just studying for our tests, I was freaking out too...”

“It isn’t easy when all these tests are making your head explode…”

To your even greater surprise, some of your friends like Ashido, Hagakure, Shouji, Kaminari and Sero spoke up to reassure you and relate to you that you weren’t the only one alone in that situation. Were they upset by how you acted? Of course, they were shocked and mildly horrified by what you said AND thought it was uncalled for and so they avoided you. But did they hold it against you? No, not really, they weren’t happy with how you acted but they didn’t hold it against you because they knew you were just under a lot of pressure and not acting like yourself. And yes while your outburst surprised them, they understood why you did what you did. 

However, they WERE going to have to start keeping an eye on you and each other from now on since they were painfully aware that stress makes people act out sometimes. This just meant they were going to have to be extra supportive to you and to each other. 

“Yeah! It’s cool (Y/N)… I mean yeah it kinda shocked us earlier but it’s really okay… we know you.” And Kirishima had to be the sweetheart to cheer you up with a sweet smile as you could feel your lip starting to quiver and your eyes growing warm and teary.

“Dammit… I almost hoped you guys would be mad so I wouldn’t cry…” You mumbled with a soft chuckle as you quickly looked away and picked up some of the baskets and bags, “B-But please… everyone take one of these… I really feel bad for hurting you guys and you all deserve something nice…” Your gesture surprised them even more, but they were all touched by it as they smiled and started to say ‘It’s okay!’ ‘Wow thank you!’ ‘You didn’t have to!’ ‘Thank you (L/N)!’.

Even some of the ones who you directly hurt, and you went over to Midoriya and Yaoyorozu, “Yaoyorozu… Izuku…” It was SO awkward and painful going over to them, they had the saddest looks in their eyes. Poor Yaoyorozu still looked hurt as Midoriya gave you those damn puppy dog eyes that were so effective it broke your heart.

“Guys I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean any of what I said, I was mad but… I’m so sorry… please… have these.” You carried their gift baskets in your separate hands, which made them perk up as they looked to see your gifts. A cute little teddy bear and an All-Might figurine.

“(L/N)…” Yaoyorozu spoke first, “You… you didn’t need to…” She was clearly touched as she had her eyes on the teddy bear, it had a little hat on it… “Yes… I did… look… I was under a lot of stress, I can’t… really apologize for that, but I AM apologizing for being mean to you guys. That was totally uncalled for, it was wrong of me to make fun of you guys and insult you and… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…I can’t say I’m sorry enough but I really am I... I swear it will never happen again I never wanted to hurt you guys...” You meant everything as you reluctantly looked at them with remorse in your (E/C) eyes as both Yaoyorozu and Midoriya looked visibly heartened and their eyes instantly filled with tears.

“It’s… it’s okay…! I understand it’s really okay…!” Wow, Yaoyorozu easily forgave you as she gladly and politely took your gift basket, as did Midoriya as he softly smiled at you, “It really is… I knew you didn’t really any of it (L/N)…” And he forgave you too and dammit you were tearing up again.

“I really didn’t…” With a trembling, watery voice you shook your head which urged Yaoyorozu to hug you as you hugged her back as she started to cry too, “I love you boo I didn’t mean it at all!”

“I know you didn’t!”

“Midoriya get in here!” You cried out for Midoriya to join in which made him blush quite a bit, “W-What…?!” But then you quickly pulled him in so he could be hugging you and Yaoyorozu as the boy blushed heavily in the hug with two girls who were crying their eyes out. Soon though, he started crying too even as you and Yaoyorozu were hugging him for another 5 minutes.

“T-Thank you (L/N)… I… really love it…” And a tearful Yaoyorozu thanked you for gift as did Midoriya as he smiled at you, “Me too… I like it a lot, thank you (L/N)… and I’m sorry for yesterday.” Why were they apologizing…? They’re too nice…

“No, no… I mean you’re welcome for the gifts but please don’t apologize… we’re good… I’m sorry…” You reassured them with a warmer look as they both smiled at you and told you that it was all okay now.

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Then it was time to go apologize to Jirou, Ojiro and Aoyama…

Jirou looked apprehensive but she didn’t want to be mad after you came out with such a sincere apology and even gave everyone gifts, including her as she was holding a goody bag that had a nice Starbucks gift card in it. 

“Hey… look I just… really wanted to apologize to you because of the way I acted towards you, it really wasn’t cute for me to like get so upset and threaten you Jirou… when you were trying to get me to calm my tits so… I really… I really am sorry and you don’t have to forgive me because I know I was being-.” As you apologized to the girl she stopped you right there.

“It’s okay… I mean… I didn’t like how you were acting but… I thought about it, and Uraraka was talking to us about it and I realized that… you weren’t yourself, you were under a lot of stress and pressure and… I’ve been there before so… it’s okay… you’re here, apologizing for it and I can’t ignore that… so… it’s okay…” Jirou actually forgave you, for one she wasn’t one to hold grudges and two, she knew that wasn’t how you normally were so she wasn’t going to hold it against you.

God you were relieved though as you gave her a smile. “Thanks girl… I won’t ever do anything un-cute like that ever again… you know I love you and have a lot of respect for you.” Your smile widened when she started to blush and especially when you hugged her, but she didn’t turn it away as she hugged you back.

“I have a lot of respect for you too (L/N)…and I forgive you. Thank you for the gifts...” She said softly and truthfully. After the way you apologized to everyone, yeah her respect for you went up.

Next was Ojiro and Aoyama…

Who were still visibly hurt and even a little scared of you when you went over to them, “Guys I… I can’t apologize enough… I was REALLY mean to you guys and it was very, very wrong of me to insult you guys when you did nothing to make me upset at all…” You were tearing up again when you remembered how they ran off crying, and when they looked like they were about to cry now…

But they had the gift baskets you had given them, complete with Starbucks gift cards that they really appreciated. At first they were really upset, but then they also felt bad. They knew you, the way you acted hurt their feelings but they knew you didn’t truly mean that… right?

“You… didn’t mean what you said…?”

“You’re… not mad anymore…?”

They sounded so pitiful it actually broke your heart as you shook your head, “Of course not! I was just mad but it really isn’t an excuse but I swear… I meant nothing, I-I was… t-talking out of my ass and I never should have gotten so heated and I…” You stammered a little bit while you apologized to the boys, but they were seeing it now and they understood better. You shouldn’t feel bad for getting emotional… you were apologizing for what you said and that’s all that mattered.

“It’s… it’s okay (L/N)… don’t… be sorry for getting mad… thank you… for apologizing for what you said I… really appreciate it…” Ojiro smiled at you, although it was still sad because he really was a sensitive guy at heart.

“Yes I… I do too, thank you (L/N)… I hope you’re feeling better…” And Aoyama gave you his own tearful smile as you tried not to cry right then and there for the second time. “Come here you guys, I love you both so much, you’re two of the sweetest guys ever…” You had to give them a hug, you quickly went over and pulled them both in a big hug that they were glad to give you even if Ojiro looked so bashful doing so.

“We forgive you!” Aoyama couldn’t stop himself from crying while your hug on the boys turned tighter and Ojiro couldn’t help it either as he let some of his tears fall, “Y-Yeah… I forgive you (L/N), I forgive you…”

Dammit…

“I love you guys! I love you so much…” You were in tears again while you hugged Aoyama and Ojiro, who more or less started crying with you as they hugged you for as long as Midoriya and Yaoyorozu did. 5 minutes of crying and hugging…

“Oh and… thanks for the gift card… you didn’t have to I mean-.” You had to cut off Ojiro, he deserved something nice. “No… I did… please… keep it.” You didn’t know that he wanted to pay you back soon but he still smiled at you.

“Of course.”

“Oui~. Thank you very much again (L/N)~.” Aoyama loved Starbucks, he was very thankful and accepting of your apology gift as you gave the boys one last final smile before you had to find the last person who needed an apology more than anyone else…

Iida.

Where is my time? Gone in my mind Gone, I can't find Euphoria When I get upset I think in my head "I do as she says"

You were surprised to see him among his classmates, and more surprised that he was able to stand in the same room as you. He wasn’t looking at you but still. God… how were you going to apologize to him?

You didn’t know, and you didn’t know that he was paying close attention to you as he watched you apologize to yours and his classmates and friends.

How you meant everything and even gave them all gifts to show that you meant everything. Actions spoke louder than words, but at the same time. Your words from yesterday… still hurt his heart. It hurt because you weren’t entirely wrong. As Iida reflected through a night of tears because the wounds were still fresh and stinging, he realized that you made some painfully accurate points.

He couldn’t understand how you felt, because as he worked with and tutored some classmates, not all of them worked the same way, and everyone had a different background. His was a pretty privileged one wasn’t it? You really were trying your hardest because you didn’t have that privilege, and here you were now, trying your hardest to make up for everything.

Iida wanted to forgive you, he wanted to also apologize to you, even though something kept him from approaching you. Was it fear? Or was it pain as he could still clearly hear your words and your angry tone shouting at him.

‘Oh my God I can’t believe how ANNOYING I didn’t realize you were until now!’

‘I don’t need you up in my business and bothering the hell out of me you annoying priss!’

‘Stop fucking up my school life and leave me the hell alone already!’

He should be ashamed of himself, he couldn’t believe he was letting that make his heart ache even as he saw your face now. No anger, no meanness, just… regret.

Finally, you approached him very awkwardly as neither you nor Iida could bring it in each other to look at each other. And you took a huge breath in and exhaled, you had to do this. You didn’t see your classmates all glancing at you as some of them urged each other to leave to let you and the class rep work it out.

“Iida…” That was one word, and that was just his name, come on, say more than that. “(L/N).” Oh, he said your name too, but that was all he could bring himself to say too.

He looked so sad, even behind his calm composure, you saw that he was still hurt by what you said. “I wanted to apologize… I mean… I really, really wanted to apologize…” You sounded so awkward as you felt the heat glistening in your eyes as you tried not to break down right then and there just being right here before him.

“I… I just… Iida… I’m SO sorry… I-I didn’t mean any of what I said to you I swear… I never should have said all of those things… I shouldn’t have snapped at you when you were trying to help me… I was just… I was mad… so… under pressure and so stressed out… and I hate that I was… I hate that I let it get to me and get inside my head… I… I know that’s not an excuse but I… I’m so sorry…” Voice cracking ever so slightly you wiped your eyes as Iida for once looked at you, sympathy in his softened eyes.

It still hurt. Thinking about what you said to him still really hurt. He cared about you, he truly cared about you, and you hurt him. But Uraraka was talking to him, and it allowed him to think about you more. He knew you, he knew how you were, and everything you showed him those days ago was just you under a lot of stress and having all of your feelings bottled up.

He couldn’t hold that against you. He just wished you had opened up to him about how you were feeling, although he should have reached out to you about that too.

He was silent for a moment, and you feared that he was going to tell you to leave and that you can take your apology with you but no…

“I understand (L/N).” Iida replied calmly as he moved a little bit closer, and he did something you never thought he would do. He put his hand on your shoulder and you could see the sadness in his eyes. “I am sorry too.”

Wait. What?

Why was HE the one apologizing? You’re the one who was being a jerk…

“No…! No don’t… don’t do that Iida… please don’t… I’m the one who was being rude like you said and I was! I’m not going to deny that…!” Frantically, you shook your head and couldn’t accept his apology because he didn’t need to give you one.

“I can’t deny that… but that wasn’t like you, and I understand that it’s only because you were under a lot of stress at the time and-.”

“I’m terrible! I made you guys cry!  I said horrible things about you when all you did was look out for me! You didn’t deserve it!” You didn’t mean to cut him off but you couldn’t let him take any blame as you wiped your eyes even more.

“(L/N)… calm down… and please let me finish.” Instead of getting upset, Iida got you to calm down as he kept his cool this time. You wouldn’t go against him at all, you did let him finish. “I wanted to say that I understand and that I’m sorry that you were struggling so much and that I didn’t even realize it. I knew you were having some issues regarding your health, but I didn’t even attempt to ask exactly what was wrong.” He sounded sad, guilty even which just made you feel even worse.

“As the class representative I’m supposed to make sure my classmates are all feeling well both physically and emotionally, and I didn’t do that for you.”

No…

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“Well… right… but Iida don’t put the entire blame on yourself… I wasn’t subtle at all about how much stress I was under, and I kept saying I was okay when I wasn’t, you guys could tell but still I didn’t do anything…” You admitted and took responsibility since it was partially your fault wasn’t it?

Iida didn’t want you to feel at blame though, even though he DID wish you had said something so he could have helped you and avoided all of this and… those very hurtful things you said to him which made him sad just thinking about it.

“I know and I’m actually really proud to see you apologizing to everyone. It truly speaks volume of your character, even if it took you a while, but I’m certain it wasn’t easy trying to muster up the courage to apologize.” He sounded like he really understood you, because he did. Iida wasn’t afraid to own up to his mistakes, it took a while to do it, but he still did it.

You slowly nodded with a small smile when he said he was proud of you, “And I’m sure it also isn’t easy to admit when you’re not feeling well, especially not when it’s about school, but… that’s why right now I want to apologize for being insensitive about it and I want you to know that if you aren’t feeling well (L/N), you don’t have to be afraid to tell me. I want you to know that even if I might not understand everything you are going through, that I still want to help you as much as I can.” His voice was soft, of course still formal, but there was nothing but care in his tone.

“I won’t judge you, I won’t undermine you, I will listen to you.” After Uraraka told him about how stressed out you were, Iida took it upon himself to do his research on stress, anxiety and mental health. Now that was something he was going to be much more mindful of especially when he started to realize that other classmates like Midoriya, Todoroki, Kaminari and even Bakugo had their own issues regarding mental health and anxiety. He wanted to do that, for them, and for you.

You couldn’t help it, you couldn’t stop your tears from pooling in your eyes as you just threw your arms around him and tightly hugged him, even as he immediately tensed at the proximity. “Ack!” Iida exclaimed as he could feel his whole face turning red at this sudden hug, because... well he wasn’t the kind of guy to really give or receive that kind of physical contact since he didn’t think it was appropriate. Especially not in a school setting...

“(L-L/N)...!” Iida stuttered, feeling even more flustered as you just kept on hugging him, your arms around him tightening as you hid your blushing face and nuzzled into him. “I-I... w-we’re not supposed to be so close and initiate this kind of physical contact!!” He kind of scolded you and blushed even harder when he saw all of his and your classmates all looking and then averting their eyes.

“Tough shit!” You couldn’t help but disregard his rules once more as you pulled away and smiled, and once again disregarded another rule as you got on your tip-toes to kiss him on the cheek which...

You swore broke him as he cringed and his face turned an even darker red than before and he couldn’t even speak anymore...

Wow so THAT shut him up? You should have done that in the beginning...

Iida was so lost for words, more so than when you yelled at him. No one has EVER kissed him before. That kind of physical affection wasn’t really something his very formal family did so... he was shaken, but the worst part was...

He kind of liked it? It wasn’t exactly comfortable but it wasn’t awful either, it... felt kind of nice to be honest...

“Wow...” But when you started giggling that broke him out of his stupor as he felt rather embarrassed at this, “Iida I should have kissed you a long time ago if that’s what gets you to shut the fuck up.” You couldn’t help but tease him a little bit as he grew even more embarrassed and irate at your joke and language.

“W-Watch your language (L/N)! And please don’t hug or kiss someone so randomly but especially in front of our classmates it’s simply not appropriate!” When he scolded you, all you did was smile even when he started to lecture you once again on why kissing and hugging in front of people isn’t very appropriate and you rolled your eyes a bit, your smile not leaving you.

“Yeah, yeah class rep... I’m sorry but... uh... well... I don’t normally hug or kiss people randomly... I did it cuz... well... I... kinda sort of have a crush on you...” You decided you might as well confess, although it came out as a whisper, but still clearly it wasn’t whispery enough since literally everyone heard it based on the way they all gasped. But they didn’t gasp neither as loud as Iida did, and once again you swore Iida’s system broke as he started malfunctioning oncemore when he heard your words. His cheeks flushing bright red as he started to comprehend your words.

“Ooooooh~!” But then Kaminari, Ashido, Kirishima, Sero and Hagakure started hooting and cheering for you and him, and just further served to embarrass him. “Would you grow up?!” And he couldn’t help but yell at them in a slightly irritated voice as you held your mouth to quell your laughter.

“I’m so sorry...” Snickering, you tried to stop yourself from laughing too much as Iida couldn’t stop himself from blushing. He had to admit, he was surprised but also a little bit flattered that you had a crush on him. “D-Don’t... apologize for that...” He did kind of lure you away from the others though since they weren’t being mature about this.

You had to admit, it felt a bit better when there was less eyes on you and Iida even though you could still hear some snickering. “Do you… mean that?” Once it was just you and him, Iida asked you if you were serious, although his tone almost sounded bashful.

And now you felt rather sheepish as your entire face started to burn when you realized that you might have been a little too straightforward. You nervously nodded, “Y-Yes… Ii… Tenya…” Using his name for the first time it made Iida perk up and blush even more but he didn’t even think to tell you to be more formal as he let you talk. “I-I wouldn’t… kid about that I… I just think you’re so nice… so helpful and actually really cool… it just… became hard for me to resist you and… yeah… and like you’re super attractive too and I can’t help but think why are you at school? You should be playing someone who goes to school on TV… and uhh… y-yeah I… guess I mean that when I say… I have a crush on you…” You were stammering because you felt so awkward, but prepared for rejection since you didn’t think Iida was the kind of guy to know how to deal with that.

He awkwardly cleared his throat as the blush on his cheeks deepened the more you spoke of your earnest feelings and found HIM attractive to boot. He couldn’t lie, he was even more flattered to hear you think of him in such a way. “I see…” Those were the only two words Iida could bring himself to say because… he really didn’t know how to respond to that.

Neither did you for that matter. You were both kinda just big fucking dorks…

“Well…! Iida…” You went back to using his last name and decided that this had been awkward enough and didn’t want to make him feel any less comfortable. “This has been sufficiently awkward, and I just… thought you ought to know that, thank you for… putting up with me and understanding I really can’t thank you enough for being so nice when I’ve been a pain so… yeah thank you…” You sweetly smiled at him and Iida just couldn’t let you leave so soon when you were getting ready to leave and turn away.

“Wait… (L/N) I… d-don’t…”

He knew what to do as a class representative, but this wasn’t a job for a class representative, the job didn’t say what to do when someone confesses to you. So Iida had to be himself for this one. Which is what really surprised you as you stopped when you heard him call you.

Iida tried his hardest to not be awkward, and he was disappointed in himself for freezing up the second he felt your (E/C) eyes on him and that’s when he realized just how endearing you were. He’s always found you endearing because of your awkward and generally kind nature, but seeing you looking up at him with your cute face really made him aware of it…

“I’m… not at all experienced with that kind of thing. I wish I knew what to say but… I’m afraid I don’t. I will say this though… I am flattered.” He so badly didn’t want to come off as rude or offend you in anyway so he chose his words carefully. However, you were just happy to hear that he was flattered, and that was good enough for you.

“Oh Tenya…” And he blushed heavily when you heard him say his name again, but once again he didn’t dare tell you to be formal. “It’s okay… me neither… in fact I’m… pretty sure that timing is completely off but… I dunno…” Shrugging your shoulders you giggled nervously and Iida couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at the edge of his lips.

“It’s all right.” He gently reassured you which made you feel so much better as you sighed in relief, “If it helps… I think you are… attractive too.” Oh God he felt like a pervert for merely saying that and looked away in shame, and you found that so cute that you couldn’t help but grin and giggle when he said he found YOU attractive! You were just so… so happy you let out a little squeal.

“Oh my GOD Iida~!” And you felt a bit mischievous so you teased him a little bit by reacting all shocked, but that immediately made him flinch as he felt extremely nervous and he mistook your flattered tone for repulsion, “I-I’m so sorry I… I-I didn’t mean to come off so… disrespectful a-and, a-a-nd…”

“Whoa, whoa don’t hurt yourself… no no I’m actually VERY flattered…” You quickly reassured him since you didn’t want him to feel all weird and ashamed about finding someone attractive and to your relief that did make him ease up a bit and give his own relieved sigh.

You were happy, you were really happy and it didn’t matter that you didn’t know what to do after confessing, you were just happy. “Iida… I said this already but… I really am… sorry for… everything…” Plus you still felt guilty for being so mean, but Iida wasn’t going to let you beat yourself up over it anymore.

“It really is all right (L/N)… I forgive you.” So the taller male gave you a soft smile in hopes that it’ll let you know that he forgives you for hurting his feelings because he knew you would never do that intentionally. This nearly made you cry again as you teared up and you couldn’t help it, you threw yourself back into his arms and once again, Iida flinched a bit at your sudden hug.

But this time…

He slowly brought his arms around you and gently hugged you back. It was stiff and awkward as hell because he’s not really a hugger but it was all Iida and you loved it. As the two of you pulled away, both of you were blushing quite madly and now neither of you knew what to do…

Again…

“(Y/N)…” However, Iida this time used your first name as you nearly jumped and looked at him in slight shock as you hadn’t taken a breath or even blink once you registered that he said your name… “Huh?”

Iida was a bit alarmed to see your shocked face, but then he chuckled when you seemed to come back to Earth after a few seconds. “We should return to our classmates. Tests for the week are over after all, we can take a little break.” That sounded like the best option, since it has been a tiring week of testing and Iida knew that you and the rest of your classmates could use a break.

Shyly you smiled and your face felt warm as you nodded and let Iida lead the way back to your classmates. “Yeah I’d like that Tenya… I’m tired.” You admitted softly with a little smile, and Iida couldn’t help but glance at you with his own smile. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t tired too, because he was...

“Then we should… relax.” He wasn’t one for relaxing, but they were hard-working students and everyone deserves a break every now and then right? Especially you, Iida knew that you needed to rest and relax.

“Oh yeah… totally...” You couldn’t agree more as you walked right alongside of him, and you could feel a lot of the stress lifted off your back now once the two of you decided to sit at the couch together to finally catch your breaths and relax together.

You weren’t sure where this would go, but you knew that you and Iida could maybe talk it out later, but for now, the two of you just sat down and relaxed for once. And you didn’t even notice just how tired you were because once you closed your eyes, you were suddenly asleep and unbeknownst to you, so was Iida. Whom also didn’t realize just how tired he was either, nor did he see or feel your head slowly rest upon his shoulder as the two of you finally got some rest and remained completely oblivious to the fact classmates like Ashido and Kaminari were snickering and secretly taking pictures.

You were asleep though so you didn’t care, you were just happy to finally relax with the boy you had a crush on, and finally happy to rest.

Don't let them fuck you, honey, no, oh Don't let them try (ooh) Don't let them hurt you, baby Just say "recess, " I'm tired~...

[joyisntyoj]

04: LETTERS TO NOBODY OR MAYBE MAYARI

Seal stamps, stamps with whatever designs, papers and pens, stickers, pictures, dried flowers, heartwarming messages, and a lot more.

When was the last time you wrote something on a literal piece of paper for someone?

Have you ever personally given someone a handwritten letter or sent it from the post office?

Is writing a letter still a thing today, or you just use whatever app you have because what is the point if other ways are more convenient, right?

Maybe, you are more the vocal type of person and, you just say what you feel instead of writing it down?

Perhaps, you are none of the above because what is important is your presence in their lives and, that is more than enough?

Still, how lovely it is to keep something that has sentimental value. It unnecessarily means that you are hoarding something because what's to not treasure from precious memories in a small piece of paper in an envelope?

This story is for those who never get tired of expressing themselves in whatever form they know, but most especially to those who write.

May you never run out of papers, inks, and thoughts to compose. to more unforgotten memories preserved in letters.

^^^

To: Mayari.

How are you? I wish things were getting better, just like what I always pray. These days, sleeping at night suddenly became serene as well as waking up in the morning. Sometimes my days are dull and typical...I believe? But most of the time, it's either I'm feeling blue or extra sad, or was that the same? I kept on blaming the pandemic, but for real, I'm just a mess. Silent battles are truly tough. I wish I had the courage and strength just like yours. Be safe. Stay sane. I'm really trying my best to be legit all right.

With so much love and kindness always and all ways,

Liway.

Liway is the name, exhausted with life. Mayari, someone out there, maybe a supreme being or plausibly not always receives Liway's letters. Sometimes Liway writes 10 messages at once and sometimes none at all. Mayari is the only recipient of such letters that even Liway never knew they were received by the random recipient it thought was just nobody. It all genuinely started on having a recipient written on the "To:" part at the post office. Though seriously, it doesn't even have any home address. It's super weird that it's for Mayari and no address, and were received.

HOW?

^^^

To: Mayari.

The night has come. This time, it feels heavier than usual. Tears are suddenly falling. I noticed that an unwelcome visitor came. The familiar pain is hugging me again, so tight that breathing is getting harder. I hate everything. Yet, I came to realize a lot of things. Afterward, I'm feeling blessed and grateful. Am I getting crazy? Before I went to bed, at the dinner table, I felt uncomfortable with the conversation we had, my family, about myself back then. I really hate it when they keep on bringing up what happened in the past. I already moved on... I think... so can they stop mentioning those moments? Honestly, whenever anything from the past is introduced again and remembered, I tend to feel like it just happened yesterday. Everything is coming back so fresh and new; fun, pain, sweats, and tears. I hate it.

PS. Mayari, can you send me some courage? Preferably in capsules, So I can have it in my intakes and be sure I'll be really having it in my system literally.

With so much love and kindness always and all ways,

Liway.

Continues writing so many letters filled with how living is like. Liway felt tired and exhausted. A few days ago, it was super overwhelmed that crying is unavoidable. Then this morning, Ms. Walmy called for a little chat and checking up because it's never too bad to check up on somebody, most especially when you're a counselor. It's your job, so uh? Anyway, though Liway was out of focus on the call, it was able to be accomodating and warm in return. It reciprocated the thoughtfulness with a sweet smile.

^^^

To: Mayari

Hey! Today I was mad because firsthand, I experienced that thing I usually hear from other people. The "don't-post-something-revealing-on-social-media-but-love-yourself-but-that's-not-appropriate". Well, I don't even know why I'm reacting super outrage towards it. Because knowing that my family is just concerned for me since the internet is frankly scary. I mean, I did nothing wrong, so why? Maybe deciding to be confident on the internet is not necessary for them. But for me, it is! So how should I deal with this? A friend consoled me, and I feel better. Still tho, my mood is already ruined. Oh gosh.

With so much love and kindness always and all ways, 

 Liway.

Welcoming a new week, the usual Liway is busy with the household chores. Some may find it stressful, but this one is pretty different. Scrubbing the floor, washing the dishes, brooming on the side. Later on, folding the clothes, fixing the bed, and a lot more things. It looks like it'll be tiring its body out until the nose bleeds, and passing out is the last resort to rest. How come it's easier to clean an actual mess than the one inside the head and heart?

^^^

To: Mayari.

Beloa visited me today. My childhood and the only friend left I have up to this day from elementary school. If you get what I mean? It's been a long time since we had a chat, especially that things are super complicated these days. She's doing really well, and I couldn't be more proud. I'm still amazed at how we manage to be friends because we both don't like each other to begin with. It's so funny that we even pulled each other's hair in the 4th grade while the class is taking the annual picture for the school year remembrance. What are the odds in this even, right? HAHAHA. Today was warm and bright.

With so much love and kindness always and all ways,

Liway.

Dates suddenly don't vary in these letters. Even the concept of time is somehow gone. What's important is regardless of not having these "important details" like the usual, Liway can keep up and be consistent in sending its letters. Liway never missed a chance to send a letter to the address less recipient, which left the post office staff to ponder with it. But as time goes by, Alle, the clerk, is no more surprised 'coz she's used to everything now. The envelopes unfailingly vanished the moment it was dropped inside the mailing box. Indeed, a magical mailbox.

^^^

To: Mayari.

I never knew how amazing pretending could be. You know that thing where someone usually says I'm okay, but really not? The inner saboteur that was triggered by their trauma is real-real-real. A car is useless when it's not moving if you wanted to travel to faraway places. Does that make sense?

PS. It sucks that our bathroom is the only "semi-safe space".

With so much love and kindness always and all ways,

Liway.

Polar bears are really fascinating. They get to hibernate. Then, after the time being, back on hunting and living their lives. Ligaya was one of Liway's hero. A lot knew Ligaya for being a superhero, although she does not have that fantasy powers. Just like the polar bears, too, Ligaya has been hibernating for quite some time but kept on saying that she was not. Liway saw it all. Maybe a bear's hibernation is different from a human-being, hmm?

^^^

To: Mayari.

IDK what to say, but I just wanted to be consistent at the very least in sending you letters.

PS. The radio was broken, but in my head, it's working. It kept on playing nonstop music. Is this a poetic way of saying I'm overthinking things?

With so much love and kindness always and all ways,

Liway.

^^^

To: Mayari.

A lot happened lately. Somebody lost a precious one, and here I am, having a renaissance moment. It's a crazy ride, but for all it's worth, the pea has grown into a beautiful plant. Hope it made sense coz finally, everything is making sense to me now. Little by little, slowly and surely.

With so much love and kindness always and all ways,

Liway.

^^^

To: Mayari

Hey!! I hope you are doing great!!! These days, everything felt surreal. I get to be active everywhere. It's draining, yet I feel so alive than ever. I had this thought that time is indeed just a concept, hmm? I mean, anytime is the right time to do what you want and whatever it is. Nothing is too late, most especially when it comes to growth. OH, being late in class still counts but FOR REAL RIP TO THE ONLINE CLASS SETUP -_-

PS. May we never run out of time to be the best versions of ourselves. LOVE WHOEVER YOU WANT. fck the situation, but SOON, GO ANYWHERE YOU WANT. SPEND FOR YOURSELF AND FOR YOUR LOVED ONES. FEEL EVERYTHING.

PSS. May we leave this world with fewer regrets and more amazing memories.

With so much love and kindness always and all ways, 

Liway.

Quite a lot of letters were already sent. The post office is getting more and more letters, as well as Mayari. Still, NO REPLY. Maybe some other, Liway will be able to hear Mayari's words.

^^^

To: Mayari.

*here's an envelope just in case you want to write me something*

With so much love annd kindness always and all ways, 

Liway.

'Tis the season to be jolly. LOL Nah. Liway has been out for the past weeks. By out, means on a hibernation mode. A L O T R E A L L Y happened. It's hard to put it into words. I guess Liway will end these letter-sending shenanigans or just lazy and trying to give out some excuses //

^^^

To: Mayari. 

Ever since I was taught how to move around the kitchen, I've been assigned to be Mom's assistant while cooking for the feast every event/occasion we'll be celebrating. It's tiring but super fun. Getting your fingers bleed and while unaware is cool LOL~ 

PS. Why does it feel so good to overthink things while doing the dishes? What's with that scenario.........

With so much love and kindness always and all ways, 

Liway.

Tireless hands, heart, and mind with countless thoughts and feelings, papers, and pens everywhere—WRITING; it surely is one of the best ways to vent. Though letters can’t hug and wipe one's tears, witness waves of laughter, ease the pain, and such, the comfort from every word written is more than enough.

Suddenly time barge in and reminded me that this is enough. THIS IS ENOUGH FOR 2020...

A new chapter has arrived, and maybe it's time to move forward. Maybe this is where it all gonna stop for a while. I mean, writing is somehow tiring, literally. Probably, Mayari might reply with the number of letters sent anytime soon, so maybe waiting is all that needed.

No rush in moving on.

MAY YOU GET THE REPLY YOU LONG FOR SO LONG.

PRIORITIZE YOURSELF AND HAVE COURAGE.

BE KIND ALWAYS AND ALL WAYS.

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Little did nobody know, Liway is writing a letter to her "ideal" self.

The letter-sending-to-nobody thingy of Liway is really mind-boggling, right?

Mayari is Liway. Liway is Mayari.

The things that Liway wanted to say but cannot articulate well were always sent to Mayari. Mayari is the version of Liway it wishes to become in the future. 

The weak Liway longs and hopes to have "that" someone by her side to look up to. That's why she always writes letters and keeps them in the memory box.

The post office thingy was actually her shared room at home: the table at the corner with no lights but so much mess. It's that post office.

It's pandemic, so how can a post office be open and how brave she is to go out, right?

That saying, "be the hero you wanted to have when you were little", is the best explanation of Liway's way of venting and expressing.

Nobody knows when Mayari will come to life because it's no certainty that we can be the ideal self we all wanted to happen. 

For now, Liway is fighting her battles and screaming louder to the universe,

UNTIL WHEN DO I HAVE TO FEEL THIS WAY?

To be continued...

Happy New Year, Mayari. ✨💜

This is like an excerpt from my quarantine shenanigans for 2020 LOL.

[lovenotereminders]

Hello! Do you have tips on how to study with depression. I'm thinking about dropping out of school because I'm in pain but I wish I could just hold on until I get my degree, in about 100 days. Problem is, I can't focus anymore, neither in class nor at home, I don't do my homeworks because I don't feel like doing them, I'm tired and I have to take a lot of naps when I get home, so I don't have time. I thought about asking the studyblr but I thought you would be better at giving advices. Love ❤

First thing’s first: you aren’t alone! I’m in the same position as you - I’ve had depression since my final year of 6th form/high school, and I’m currently in the last few months of the final year of my degree, and on track to achieve the grades I want to achieve. It’s doable!

The issues you’ve described like tiredness, difficulty focusing, and executive dysfunction making it difficult to carry out the tasks you need to do are all very common symptoms of depression, and seeking treatment for that depression is always the port of call I would advise first. If you’re comfortable with it, it’s probably a good idea to speak to your GP about potentially trying out medications that might help you to cope with those symptoms. The most common antidepressants, SSRIs and SNRIs help you to make the most of the energy you have by preventing your body from wasting serotonin and can really help with focus and executive dysfunction issues, as well as being quite low-risk in terms of side effects. It can take time to find the right medication for you because there are lots of different types, but a lot of people (myself included) find them really helpful in terms of helping them with day to day function. If you’re already on meds and still suffering from these symptoms, it might be worth talking to your GP about trying a different kind of medication, or a different dosage. 

Following on from that, speaking to a mental health professional is also a good idea. Most universities have counselling services which can help you out in terms of things like identifying and treating underlying causes of depression, teaching you healthy coping mechanisms to deal with your symptoms, and helping you identify things that help boost your mood and serotonin levels which can make doing things like studying a lot easier. 

Aside from that:

Learning to manage my time effectively has been one of the most helpful things for me, especially things like activity scheduling, breaking tasks down into small chunks and setting mini-deadlines. This is something I’ve talked about more in this post about dealing with stress. 

Following on for that, other points in that post that are really important are congratulating yourself on the achievements you make, no matter how small, taking time and giving yourself permission to have breaks and rest, and asking for help. 

Asking for help is especially important at university level. Speak to your module tutors, seminar tutors, lecturers, and personal tutor. Send them emails and arrange meetings with them so you can go through with them what you need to do, what your plans are for your coursework projects, or any advice they have for any exams, etc. They’re a resource that’s there for you to use, and you should take full advantage of them. Often it can be SO helpful just to have been able to run an essay plan past a tutor and get their feedback - it gives you much more confidence that what you’re working on is going okay and that you’re doing things right. 

Also, your personal tutor or whatever the equivalent is is the MOST important port of call. Let them know that you’re struggling, keep them aware of your situation. That way, it’s easier for them to help you if you need help - if you need accommodations like extra time on exams or extended deadlines, etc. having someone who knows your situation and can back up your claims is really helpful and makes the process a lot smother if you need to apply for things like extenuating circumstances allowances. 

I also tend to utilise a lot of apps to help me with things like time management and focus - this is something I’ve written more about here but the main ones on this list that help me with my classwork are Habitica (an app which turns your to-do list into an RPG) and Forest (which grows trees on your phone screen whilst you focus and helps to stop phone usage being a distraction)

Sometimes, it can become a matter of prioritising tasks - if you only have a certain amount of energy, pick the most important things to do using that energy, i.e. you can skip the lecture about the topic you know you’re not writing your paper on if you do the homework that’s about something you know will be on the test. Skip tidying your room if it’s more important for you to study. It’s okay to put things on the backburner. 

It can be easier to focus on things if you change your environment. i.e. trying to study in a space like your bedroom, which you also use for sleeping and leisure, can be not super conducive to effective studying. Make use of your university’s study facilities - go to the library or another quiet study space after class to do your homework instead of going straight home, and then you can relax when you get home for the rest of the day because you’ve already done everything you need to do that day. If you can’t manage that, just moving to a different area of your living space can be helpful. Maybe studying in the kitchen or lounge, or common room if you live in dorms. Even small actions like this can help with your mindset and improve your focus. 

I hope that’s helpful, and I wish you the best of luck in your studies. I believe in you! 

[muchymozzarella]

Conversely, you can't force women to feel comfortable with something that was clearly intended for tittilation, and comes as a result of years of mainstream comics treating cheesecake like the default portrayal of women in comics

Look, I'm tired of arguing this with different people who want the original post to mean different things than what it actually was.

It was 1) an expression of frustration at the normalising of tall, skinny, busty women posing like Playboy models when they're supposed to be fighting bad guys 2) a criticism of the subpar art that reduces these women to the focal points of their boobs and butts 3) and the criticism of how these elements are so common that they've somehow become okay to put in comics that are for a general audience, including kids

People have transformed it into some debate about comics sexuality and how it has the right to be in everything, as if tall sexy women with skinny arms and a narrow waist and big boobs and butts in comics haven't been the norm for ages, as if they're somehow being oppressed for pointing out that this has been around for forever, as if sexism in these portrayals doesn't exist

As if the absence of body diversity, simply because it's empowering for some people despite being made for tittilation and empowerment was a result of fans taking it for their own, is something that should be defended

Also the idea that female characters choose to be sexed up for the male audience instead of that being the writer's prerogative

As opposed to real life women ACTUALLY choosing to portray themselves that way

Personal feelings aside, there's an absence of body diversity in comics that people will keep defending as "artistic freedom", a minority of consistent non sexualised portrayals of women that are diverse in body that people defend as "empowering" and "sexy", and a lack of acceptance of criticism for these portrayals

And even empowerment doesn't change the existence of harmful stereotypes when it comes to mainstream portrayals of women.

It doesn't matter. I've obviously argued this wrong since I decided to respond to what people thought the post was about instead reiterating the actual points to a post I didn't bother writing like an air tight term paper because I didn't figure people wanted to transform it into some debate about sexual empowerment, which I'm obviously 1000% for despite people who've obviously never seen my blog calling me a prude.

It's an issue about shitty art, lack of body diversity in comics, and tittilation being tittilation despite reclamation. And isn't that what happens when something is reclaimed? It used to hurt and harm before people decided to use it for themselves. Doesn't mean it doesn't still hurt and harm, it just means those specific people get to flip the script and use it for themselves, and that's fine. Good for them.

But the fact that you still don't see enough fat, short women or skinny non busty girls or even ideal bodied women who look less like supermodels and more like martial artists, soldiers, and other physically fit body types, boobs turned to muscle or chests flat as most men's, in media like comics means it's still a problem. It's still a stereotype.

And the pushback from people who insist it isn't a problem just because they like it... I've liked things that were genuinely a long time problem in mainstream media. I like sexy portrayals of women in comics and media. But i can also identify when these women's roles are reduced by art or writing influenced by unnecessarily sexualising the character in a context that doesn't call for sexualising.

I can also identify that it happens to male characters a whole lot less in comparison, and that's part of the issue.

I'm not looking at this as the audience. I'm looking at it as an artist--not a comic artist, even, but an animator, where every expression in every half second is crucial to tell a story.

And when you draw somebody a certain way you identify the expression or feeling or personality of the character and make sure it makes it to the portrayal on a page. And when the only personality you can glean from a drawing is "look at me I'm sexy" or "I'm tall, skinny, busty and white and i want you to look at my body because I'm so sensual" then you have another of many of the same that came before.

Honestly at this point I'm not arguing with anybody else. I've made my points and had them ignored over and over, while people decide that criticism of an old problem is somehow going to ruin that thing they love.

If I'm that big a threat to their enjoyment of comics, then that's on them.

I'm not gonna bother with people who decide they want to pick up somebody else's argument without reading my responses to those arguments and forcing me to repeat myself again and again to people who don't care.

And if I see people using the fact that they enjoy something to justify saying it's not a problem, well. I guess since I enjoyed Twilight that means it was a masterpiece and totally not a shitty book series like I know it is.

Sometimes you can enjoy something and still see its problems.

Wow.. just reading through some of the replies on your posts and... I think people compleatly forgot the point of your post was about how the women are dipicted. (And the angry rants about why you left out men... It's like walking in on a talk about peanut butter and demanding you change the topic to talk about pizzas...)

HONESTLY THOUGH this happens every time, people either ask a question I’d answered 20 times or completely run on a tangent then act like it’s what I said when it’s the exact opposite, or unrelated to what I said.

I just stopped receiving updates from it. I have no more patience for the level of stupid coming from those guys, from I’M A LESBIAN WHO LIKES SEXY COMICS WOMEN SO CLEARLY YOU’RE WRONG to LOL SJWS LOL

I mean. Really.