#others can put in little to no effort and get good grades and a job and shit and me trying my best gets me 100 missing assignments...

[sk3l3t0n444]

im fucking trying...

[lotus-slumbers]

Introduction to Platonic Yandere! Superman...? [New Character for Request Unlocked: Yandere! Superman]

There's such a thing as hypocrisy, in the way that police officers will turn a blind eye to their peers' brutality and the way political officials will see the money being handed off underneath tables and turn a blind eye. Protector's turned abusers and servants turned benefactors. The world's corruption runs deep and even those who hold themselves to the highest regard are not exempt from the poison of it. It's just too intoxicating.

— Yandere! Batfam is NOT exempt from this cruel law of nature, no matter how hard they try not to stray from the path of the good and righteous. They crack underneath the pressure of their obsession with you, feed off of each other's own delusions, and unanimously agree that this is true and right, even if society sees it as wrong.

— Yandere! Batfam is good at evading an audience. If they don't want to be seen, they won't be. It's as simple as that. Their power and fame are to be used by them, for their goals, not the prying eye and gossiping tongues of the media.

— Yandere! Batfam doesn't lose a wink of sleep at night about your safety within the manor or how the world may view the situation at hand— how closely it could be misunderstood as a kidnapping, ruining their lives and risking Gotham's safety.

— Yandere! Batfam is secure, just as safe as the massive manor they keep you locked up in. It would take something, someone truly unstoppable to break through their defenses.

— Superman makes quick work of it on an odd Sunday afternoon when he finds you trying to shimmy the lock to the Batcave. He stands behind you for a second, watching the thin hairclip do a sorry job, bending and twisting, while he's trying to recount all of the kids Bruce had taken in over the years.

— Superman even puts a hand up, counting out on his hands. Since when was there another? Was there another? He'd never seen you out on patrol with the Bat and he seemed to love endangering orphans.

— Superman, too caught up in his own thoughts, forgets to even lower himself to the ground like a human would. Instead, he hovers there, a massive form even more imposing when you turn and see him. Would it have been worse for Bruce to find you or Superman?!

— "Couldn't bother to Youtube this beforehand?" There is a small grin on his face. He wouldn't be threatened by such a little thing, especially when you look so scared yourself.

— Superman believes you when you scramble to explain your situation, clinging desperately to him like he was a lifeline. Your hero— he likes the sound of that. Except Superman doesn't believe you completely. At first, he thinks there might be something wrong with you.

— Superman leads you to sit, nodding and patting your shoulder as his eyes rove over you. He's searching, ruling out as much as he can. You don't seem intoxicated, you don't seem like you've sustained a head injury...

— Superman isn't a spy. Or, at least he isn't most of the time. He broke into the Wayne Manor in search of Batman and had made no effort to be subtle about it. The alarms had been set off; his great accomplishment was getting inside in the first place.

— Yandere! Batfam was alerted the moment it happened, each one getting the highest-graded emergency alert for the otherwise silent alarm in the manor. They nearly lose themselves in a panic.

— Superman can only start to make sense of the situation when he's looking down the barrel of a shotgun. Alfred Pennyworth, armed and ready, gives him the kindest and most cordial of smiles as he lowers the gun and makes a quip about using the front door. Alfred is as lethal as a neurotoxin, inducing fatal type paralysis. So few can escape his charm, being lulled into a sense of security and trust.

— Yandere! Batfam nearly breaks the door down when they get there, Bruce and one of his heathens, armed and pointing a katana, followed by another and then two more. It's a mess, really. Once one puts their guard down, realizing who it is, another one comes in ready to kick some ass. Eventually, it all settles but the small one with a katana never lowers his blade >:))

— It doesn't take Superman long to figure out just how pissed off Yandere! Batfam is, especially Yandere! Bruce Wayne. Even with his weapons put back away, he looks like he would half the mind to jump him. But, behind that normal annoyance and passive-aggressive remarks Clark is used to getting from Batman, there's something else. For the first time in his life, Superman thinks he sees Batman anxious. 

—  Superman is scolded. Dick Grayson pulls you from underneath his grasp and his wing instead. This is your only chance, though, God be damned the repercussions you'll suffer later if it doesn't work. You struggle, you cry. "They've kidnapped me!" An awkward tension fills the room. Tim avoided eye contact, Jason stone-faced and glaring alongside Damian, just daring him to try something. Dick joins Alfred in a smile, loudly laughing like the whole thing is a joke. 

— Superman makes perfect sense of the situation when Bruce tells him with a genuinely heartbroken look that you're "not well" and "can't understand what's going on." Clark and Bruce may have their differences and fallingouts from time to time, but there's hardly anyone else he knows he can trust and count on. Hardly anyone else he can say is, genuinely, a good man. 

— Seeing you cry like that leaves a bitter taste in his mouth, lowering himself down a little and softening his voice to apologize to you. When you don't answer him, now defeated and grieving your failed attempt in the safety of Dick's embrace, it feels worst than a gut punch for Superman. He caused this, he thinks. Bruce only reinforces this guilt when he tells him that they should head somewhere else and talk, ordering the rest of Yandere! Batfam to take care of you and bring you back upstairs to get some rest. 

— So, Superman finds himself in the Batcave, relaying important information and threats back to Batman, distracted by the thought of you. He's no good at hiding it, either. Your tears had gotten to him.

— Good, Yandere! Bruce Wayne thinks. Superman has been convinced. 

— But... doubt and anxiety still lay underneath his stoic expression. When the topic comes back around to you, right in the middle of Yandere! Bruce Wayne trying to usher him back out the door again, he has to humor him and lay it on him thick because if there's anyone in the world who stood a chance at taking his precious child away from him, it would be the man of steel. 

— So, when the Man of Steel insists that he should come back in a week to check on you, to ease his mind (and doubts), Yandere! Bruce Wayne has no choice but to agree and to thank him for wanting to help. It would just be all the more suspicious if he denied him. 

— Yandere! Superman does just that exactly a week later to the day and hour, having not stopped thinking about you the whole time he was away...

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Hello! Someone genuinely trying to understand and perhaps unlearn some reactionary tendencies. With the response to that anon about "not asking if you're a pro or anti", the response about "imagine if they put this much effort into protecting real kids" definitely got me thinking. So... Is an adult shipping children and finding that hot NEVER a red flag? Or is it case by case on seeing how that person handles the distinction between fiction and reality in other things? And bringing the issue of real kids into it, if a real kid who has been abused sees someone shipping kids and finds that a red flag in that person, that... No, no I juicy answered my own question on that one. Block them and cultivate your own experience.

hi there anon, and congrats on trying to unlearn some things! and great job catching yourself at the end there, that's exactly correct.

I will start by saying this right out of the gate: fundamentally, I do not really give a shit about what made up scenarios about fictional characters people are jorking it to in private. I am, first and foremost, interested in how they are interacting with actual, real people.

"but Makenzie are you saying people who look at sexually explicit images of real human kids should be allowed near children?" no I'm not. please note that I was specifically talking about people engaging with fictional characters who are, you know, not real and do not have feelings and therefore cannot actually be hurt, traumatized, abused, etc, in any way that actually matters. I want to be so clear about this: you can genuinely think whatever vile things you want about fictional characters. you can enjoy any problematic shit you want with little guys who don't actually exist.

like, here's an example I use a lot: I'm kind of a huge Batman fan. don't know if you could tell that or not, I'm pretty subtle about it. if you spend any time in the Batman mythos, you know that this is a story where you just kind of have to take for granted that our hero is a billionaire using his vast wealth to dispatch vigilante justice with military grade weaponry and a small army of child soldiers and cop friends to help him put people in prison. these are moral quandaries that are discussed and acknowledged within the story, but fundamentally the universe is always going to involve billionaire vigilantism and child soldiers and the so-called carceral justice system. that's just the price of admission if you're gonna read Batman.

and like. I spend a lot of time in that world. I love Batman, I love his child soldiers. he's my little blorbo or whatever. but like, at no point have I said "yeah, fuck it, preteens should be learning martial arts to fight domestic terrorists, actually. I think Elon Musk SHOULD be allowed to put on a fursuit and beat up criminals. cops need more funding." no amount of Batman comics can make me believe or act on any of those things because, you know, I'm a person with a brain and I know the difference between "thing that makes a good story" and "thing that should actually happen for real."

and the thing is that genuinely, honestly, if someone thought that it was a red flag that I like Batman, and that enjoying Batman comics was somehow a red flag indicating that I'm fine with violence being done against real, actual children? I would think that person was a nut, if I can be super real. like, I'm thinking about somebody trying to make the case that I shouldn't be allowed to hang out with my nephew because I enjoy the fictional character of Robin so clearly I'm going to kill my nephew's parents in front of him to try to get him into vigilante justice. or if someone attempted to bar me from teaching my 4th-6th grade sex ed classes on the grounds that I was obviously going to teach them to do karate to clowns instead of how their reproductive systems worked.

(although, lets be real, there are a lot of politicians who would MUCH rather let little kids cage fight each other than learn anything about safer sex.)

this doesn't just apply to morally bad things, either, btw. I also read a lot of romance novels, especially hetero romances. and the thing is, not one of those books has made me want to fall in love with a ruggedly handsome but condescending straight man. hell, none of them have made me want to fall in love with anybody, period. that's not really something I'm interested in for myself, it's just a fun and frequently funny dynamic to explore. I'm hardly the first queer person to point out that the allegations that queer media "turns kids gay/trans" is obviously bullshit since the vertible mountain of cishet media evidently failed to turn any of us straight/cis, you know?

my point being: no, I genuinely don't think it's often, if ever, reasonable to judge someone's actual, real life morals by how they interact with fiction.

I'm going to say something so vulnerable right now, because we're in a safe space here: since you asked me this very reasonable question, you evidently value my judgment and perspective at least a little bit. and I once read and thoroughly enjoyed a fic in which Dr. Horrible, from Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog, gets fucked by a sapient evil horse. and I don't think that makes me a morally reprehensible person, or a person who advocates for real human beings having real sex with real horses. I think it just makes me kind of a weirdo with a bullshit tolerance.

if you want to hear a MUCH more thorough take on this, complete with addressing the issue of shipping fictional children, I cannot recommend Princess Weekes' video essay enough:

[brucewaynehater101]

I remember this one shot where tim & bruce swaps bodies while bruce is as batman in some jla meeting. Tim just continues it perfectly.

This is the body swap au, btw

Anyways, would Tim do a good job as Batman?. I think if Tim sees the swap as something brief he would do his best. (But we all make them swap long enough to Tim having enough time for long term plans) so if Tim gaslights himself into believing they would swap back after some weeks, he would do better. He thinks he can do better as a way to show he can be Batman without being a evil one(he's fighting the gun Batman allegations).

Still, it would be funny that in his "I'm gonna fix Bruce's life while am here plan".

Tim acts less as a classic moody batman while in the atalaya. Gives more and kind advice. He talks with Superman about his situation with Kon. He helps Flash with his eating schedule. He helps Arthur with whatever is going on in Atlantis. He shuts off all of the surveillance on Bruce's coworkers, just to mess with Bruce.

He just avoids Martian tho.

Then, it's been a month since the swap. They don't seem to find any way back. Tim cannot lie to himself anymore and the Batman duties are becoming way too much.

Then Bruce dies in Tim's body.

Tim never wanted to be Batman, neither to be like Bruce. But he messed Tim up. Tim never wanted to be like Bruce Wayne. And now he is living his nightmare, every day since Bruce death, Tim has to wake up and avoid his reflection. Tim never wanted to be like Bruce Wayne and now everyone call him the wrong name. Bruce died and Tim does what he does best, he sacrifices. He ditchs his identity any hope of being Tim Drake, so Batman can rise once again.

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(The last paragraph is a little darker end of the version of this au where Bruce dies in Tim's body. I happily would read some of your ideas where none of them dies tho. There's just so many aspects os this au we can develop more, also we need more bruce pov of this).

Here is the post being referenced!

[I'm sorry to say that 90% of Bruce POV's are just gonna be him suffering.... I can try, though. Put up a valiant effort]

Let's really pack in that angst, shall we?

For this AU, Tim has been compared to Bruce so many fucking times.

At first, despite his shaky relationship with the grieving man, he took it as a compliment. He was like his hero Batman!

It started with Alfred fondly tutting over Tim's capacity to neglect self care duties and his shared interests. The older man would sarcastically ask Tim if he was following Bruce's footsteps of being a loner who sits in his basement all day (just teasing and joking and slight reprimanding).

Then there were the heroes that remarked on Robin's uncanny ability to do the batglare or translate Bruce's grunts.

When Steph and Tim got into arguments (and Tim was being a grade A asshole), Steph would compare Tim's emotional incapability and distrust with Batman's.

Dick, in the heat of the moment, has yelled at Tim to stop acting like Bruce (they got ice cream afterwards as an apology).

Jason has tsked and grumbled and shouted about Tim being molded into Bruce's shape/image.

Even Babs has made a comment or two.

While they didn't mean to hurt Tim (unless they were fighting [for which they would both usually make up and apologize]), it caused a small dig and insecurity to Tim's own self-image.

He wanted Bruce to be proud of him.

Tim wanted to be nothing like Bruce.

Then you add on the 16th birthday, Bruce's shit with Steph, how Bruce treats his other kids, other canon events, gun Batman, and Tim losing the rose-colored glasses of childhood?

Yeah. Tim doesn't want to be Bruce.

It seems fitting, after stealing Robin, that he'd get stuck under the name of the man he grew to see as a warning.

It figures that his choice in saving Batman lead to Tim's loss of self.

[Hmm... I can do another post chatting about Bruce or no one dying if you would like.... Or someone else dying before the truth comes out :)]

[heartfullofleeches]

Yan Entity + [G.N] Fastfood Worker Reader

Why the ice cream machine at your job doesn't work anymore. Aka a shitpost made with a little too much effort.

[Suggestive]

"Y/n! Machine's broke!"

"So-?"

"..Can you fix it?"

You shove your earpiece into the hands of your coworker. As the person who's been on board the longest aside from your manager, wherever they are, and just sane enough to tell the tale the recent hires often ran to you for help with the issue of the day. Or hour, if you're really unlucky- By now, this place has broken you down enough that you simply carry through the task at hand under the guide of ancient instruction manuals you found lying around. You were used to doing things about your pay grade, but this one was personal.

The ice cream was what kept you pushing. Arguably the only thing edible on the menu, with enough taste to back that claim up. Rich, creamy, and a hundred percent free for members of the staff. At the start of your break or during the end of your shift you'd grab a cone to relish in the fruit of your hard labor with frozen goodness.

You walk over the kitchen side of the room. The evening rush was dying down and it was just you and your coworker today so that only left you and whoever was sitting atop the machine you were sent to fix in the area.

"Hellooo there~"

Maybe it's time you go check on the drive in window. Gets lonely this time of night.

The intruder kicks their feet against the side of the machine, humming along happily to the beat. You recognize them as the coworker who quit just the other day, but something's off. Their head bends at an odd angle to get a better look at you from their position; eyes milky white rather than the baby blues remember and their skin ghostly pale, lines of foam frothed in the corner of their lips. Their uniform seemed dated with the outfit painted white as apposed to the typical burnt red and the patch on their shirt depicting the pair of horns floating over an ice cream cone. You can see something roll back on their ashen tongue as they speak again.

"Missed you today."

"You quit four days ago."

"This...." They look at their badge. "Teri individual certainly did. I on the other hand have been here for quite a while and probably the first to see what's so great about you. Nice warm hands and willing to take it straight from the nozzle."

You knew that twenty wasn't worth taking that bet. "That was one time."

"Seven, actually. Believe me I kept track.

"Whatever. Can you move so I can fix the machine?"

"That's a nice looking cone right there."

You follow their eyes. There's an ice cream cone on the counter within arm's reach - topped with the perfect swirl that put your attempts to a murky grave. "What about it?"

"Go on- Taste it. You deserve a little something special after all your effort."

"I really have to fix the machine..."

"Do this and it'll run good as new. I promise."

You pick up the cone. Your "coworker" straights up like a post and place their hands between their legs as they lean in, dipping so far it looked like they were ready to pounce. Tossing them a sideeye, you course your tongue upside the peaked curves of the treat. Probably not the best course of action as you catch the moment their soul figuratively leaves their body. Still, their stare held no weight compared to the fluffy mount of heaven melting on your tongue. The best soft serve you've had by far. You nurse the tip, wanting to savor the treat-

"Keeping going."

But you haven't the time for such pleasantries. Sweeping the cream to the back of your mouth with your tongue, the cone's quickly disappears pass your lips. The ice cream drips and dribbles down your chin, creating suction between the pause you take between licks. Your coworker focuses intensely on the sneaks of the pink muscle lapping at the dessert, practically crushing their hands with their thighs. That foam hanging from their maw bubblish vigorously and glows a haunting blue as they hiss through their teeth. The machine begins to shake.

"Stick it out...."

You stick your tongue out, padding a little too hard against the cone. What's left of the scoop breaks off and runs down the back of your hand, caught by your mouth before it could hit the floor. You shutter as some misses and goes down your shirt. Your coworker doesn't have the dignity to try hiding the moan rippling through their worn throat. Their head rolls back as does their eyes, fog trailing into the air as they claw at their neck. The machine's lights flicker rapidly between red and green, melted ice cream overflowing the edge of the table and onto the floor disbursing through the pipes in thick, fluid streams.

"Yes- you absolute tease. I've waited to see this for so long. Always leaving right when things get good. You don't know how happy I get seeing you every during your breaks. You always look so upset, but then- you come to me..."

You force swallow the ice cream in your mouth, fighting the the ache traveling from jaw to your brain. You briefly tongue the crater left in the cone forgetting about your company momentarily. Realization snapping back, you bite around the shell and shovel it in your mouth once it able. Everything was sticky. Your face, hands, upper chest and mostly uniform.

Your coworker hops off the machine, making quick work of shoving your fingers in their mouth. The cavity and their tongue was wet and slick, but in a way it felt like putting your hand in a cooler with some kind of frozen serpant lying in wait. They clean your fingers in earnest, getting through each nook and even beneath your nails. Doing the same with your opposite, they finally suckle on the collar of your shirt as if to clean it just the same. Their teeth ghost a mark over your skin. You shove them off you.

"That's enough."

"For now." Your coworker surprises you with one more lick scoring the sticky mess staining your cheek. The tip of their tongue manages to hit your lips. With that same domestic flare, they grab the tail end of your apron and use it to wipe up the remaining slick, smiling as if they'd be waiting for you to come home from your busy life all day.

"I hope we see each other again soon. I mean we will, but maybe next time I'll put on something more... comfort. Take care, gorgeous."

Your coworker winks - wandering off towards the back with one lingering smile. They blow a kiss as their body dips behind the door.

"Hey, Y/n did you get the machine fixed?"

Your pants legs sag turning in the flood below. "When you think about it do we really need ice cream?"

[maddie-dog-story-blog]

Babysitting for the Neighbor - 1

This is a story co-written by the amazing @baby-erica! Go check out her amazing blog!

It was another Friday night heading out to the bars after a long week of classes. Mads, a 22-year-old political science major at the local university, lived in a small, crowded house with four of his best friends from college. The house was located in a nice neighborhood near the university. Mads loved his house for a number of reasons. He had great roommates. The layout of the place was perfect for hosting parties. The house was close enough to school, stores, and the local bars he could easily walk anywhere he wanted to go. But, the number one reason Mads loved his house was his neighbors. Or, really, one neighbor in particular--Erica.

Erica was a little older than Mads. She was a second-year doctorial student in the political science department at his school. In that role, she had served as a graduate teaching assistant in a number of Mads classes. Her job included grading assignments, running discussion groups, and providing tutoring and mentorship for undergraduates taking the classes she was assisting in. Mads had been lucky enough to end up in not one, not two, but three discussion groups ran by Erica over the last year and had developed more than a little crush on the beautiful woman.

In Mads' eyes, Erica was the perfect woman. She was mature, intelligent, and worldly in a way he had never experienced. Beyond that, she was gorgeous. At barely five feet tall, Erica had a small frame. However, that frame was accentuated with curves in all of the right places. Everytime Mads saw the slightly older grad student, he couldn't help but sneak a peak at her beautiful breasts or tight, perky ass.

The fact that Erica lived just two doors down from Mads made his crush all the worse. He didn't just get to see his dream woman done up professionally, commanding a room full of undergrads as she schooled them on modern political theory, but he'd often see her in work out gear, out on her daily run, in a vintage band tee and jeans on the way to the store, or even with her hair a mess in her short pajama shorts and an oversized T-shirt as she rushed to get her trash can out before the garbage truck arrived.

But, by far, Mads just for his neighbor and occasional tutor and mentor, peaked on nights like this one. No one would ever accuse Mads of putting too much effort into his appearance when he would trek out to the bars with his friends, looking for a good time and, hopefully, some physical companionship for the night. If the weather was warm, he'd throw on a nice T-shirt or polo, a pair of shorts, and his dressiest flip-flops. If it was cold, he'd replace the shorts with jeans, flip-flops with sneakers, and throw on a jacket.

The same could not be said for Erica. When she went out on the town, she put in WORK, and Mads was all too willing to appreciate the fruits of her labor. Some nights, she would go punk rock, wearing a black tube too with some obscure band's logo across her chest paired with a black leather mini-skirt, studded belt, pink fishnets, and black combat boots. Other nights, she be dressed like a demurrer young woman rushing a respectable sorority. Her hair would be delicately pulled back with a head band while she wore a pink gingham, strapless sundress and cute white sandals. On still other evenings, Erica would be the sexiest hipster Mads has ever seen, her hair hidden beneath a beanie, chunky framed glasses on her face, with a red plaid, button down shirt, tied in a knot between her breasts to show off her cleavage and tight midriff.

Erica's ability to change from style to style, remaining sexy in each, made Erica seem like a real life doll. Someone you could dress up in anything, and it would just seem right.

For Mads, any evening he went out and got a glimpse of his sexy neighbor was a highlight of his week, but tonight was special. As Mad waited for his roommates to join him on the sidewalk outside of his house, Erica walked directly up to him with her friend Sarah, who Mads knew from a few of his study groups in tow.

"Hey Mads! How're you doing tonight? Going out?" the short grad student asked as she walked up to her neighbor, flirtatiously placing a hand on his arm.

"Uh… um… uh… Yeah. I'm going out with my friends," Mads stammered out, suddenly finding his tongue tied. He was trying not to obviously ogle his college instructor, but he couldn't help himself. He had never seen her in this outfit before. She was in a low cut red dress that both barely covered her breasts and accentuated her cleavage. The dresses skirt was cut so short that her panties--or lack thereof--would be obvious at the slightest bend. The dress hugged Erica's curves, perfectly showing off her tight, round ass, shaped from years of careful attention to her fitness. The whole look was tied together with the bright red lipstick covering the grad student's lips, matching the shade of her dress exactly.

Erica giggled and stepped closer to Mads as he stammered his answer, positioning herself so her tall, one-time student would have to look down her dress as he talked to her. She rubbed his bicep gently as she talked.

"Oh yeah? Where are you going? We're heading out to, maybe we'll see you around?" She said, sex seemingly dripping off of every word she spoke. Mads rubbed the corner of his mouth, making sure he wasn't literally drooling over this woman.

"We're just, uh, going out, uh, places? We haven't really picked yet. Maybe we will see you!" Mads replied, his tongue still seemingly knotted up in his mouth.

Erica's friend Sarah rolled her eyes at both her friend's shameless flirting and Mads failure to form an intelligible sentence in response. "Come on, Erica, let's go! I want to get a few drinks in before we start dancing," Sarah said, impatiently grabbing Erica's arm. Sarah then turned to Mads, "Mads, if you want to see us, come to Revi's. We're planning on hitting their dance floor hard tonight."

Mads looked up at Sarah and away from Erica, and it was as if a spell was broken. He shook his head and, suddenly, he was able to remember words again. "Thanks for letting me know, Sarah! Maybe we'll see you there!" Mads responded.

Mads' clarity of thought didn't last long. Erica, her body within inches of Mads', moved her hand from his bicep and lightly grabbed his hip. Like a tsunami, all of the blood rushed out of Mads' brain, directly into his dick.

"We better," Erica said demandingly. She then turned and walked away, gently swaying her ass, clearly showing off for the undergrad.

Mads watched like a statue as the two women walked away, still stunned by Erica's beauty and forwardness. He eventually looked away when Brad and Steve, his companions for the evening, came out of their house. Brad walked up to Mads and slapped him on the shoulder. Gesturing towards Erica and Sarah, he said, approvingly, "Now, that's a woman." Mads nodded his head in agreement.

The next few hours passed quickly. Mads and his friends found themselves hopping from bar to bar, like the did most Friday nights. Nothing of note happened until, finally, they made their way to Revi's.

The combination of time, alcohol, and food conversation had effectively wiped Mads memory of his run-in with his crush earlier in the night. It all came rushing back to him when he walked into Revi's and saw Erica on the dance floor. The beautiful woman was on the dance floor, grinding her ass in time to the music on her taller friend Sarah. Her skin glistened with sweat as she moved her body suggestively one-time to the music. Mads immediately felt himself fill with lust for the diminutive woman again.

Steve slapped Mads back and put his mouth up to his friend's ear so he could be heard over the music. "Dude, you're staring. Let's go get a drink, reset, and, maybe, you can be less creepy and just ask her for a dance."

Mads let himself be dragged away to the bar by his friend, knowing that he would never have the confidence to actually talk to Erica tonight.

Erica, for her part, noticed Mads. She spent the night, much to Sarah's chagrin, carefully positioning herself in Mads' line of sight, doing everything in her power to try and get the young, handsome man to engage with her. Unfortunately for her, Mads just wasn't that courageous. Mads never made his move.

As the night came to an end, Mads found himself sitting at a table alone, chastising himself for not making his move with Erica earlier in the night. As he nursed his drink, Erica's friend Sarah sat down at the table with him.

"Hey Mads," she said friendily.

"Hey Sarah, are you and Erica having a good night?" Mads answered, a little bit of disappointment seeping into his tone.

Sarah couldn't help but roll her eyes at Mads' self-defeating behavior, but she continued to chug along. "So, I've heard from some professors that you occasionally work as a babysitter for them?" She asked.

Mads perked up. He did babysit semi-regularly to make some easy cash.

"Yeah, I do from time to time, why?" He asked.

"Well," Sarah said, taking a long sip of her drink, "It turns out Erica needs a babysitter tomorrow night. She's in the bathroom now, but I told you I'd give you her number in case you were interested."

It struck Mads as odd that Erica would need a babysitter. He had lived two doors down from her for almost a year now and had never seen a kid there before. However, there were a number of explanations for why she might need a babysitter, and he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

"Sure, I'd love to take the job. Just give me the number," Mads responded.

Sarah let out a big sigh of relief. "Good," she said.

Sarah expertly put Erica's number in Mads' phone and the night quickly wound down from there. Mads went home and went to bed. His dreams were filled images of red dresses and lips.

NEXT CHAPTER

[the-words-we-sung]

Thoughts and pictures - S3E4

I've never been that slow with a Young Royals rewatch >< It's hard for me to get through this season (especially now that I'm in the last 3 episodes...)

And here we go, starting directly with a very sad Simon 😞 Omar plays a crying Simon way too well, it breaks my heart every damn time...

I like hearing Wilhelm call Simon his boyfriend 🥰 Also is it me, or do we have a lot more close up shots in season 3? (No clue if that's what it's called, I mean shots that are very zoomed in on their faces like this one.)

Vincent drawing a dick on the ground, of course... And I don't get his explanation: "why even try if there's no reward for the effort?". It means if the school closes, they all won't graduate and have to do their grade all over again? Surely if they're taking tests and all, it counts for something? Why fail an important test and take the risk to fail your year? 🤔 (Not gonna lie, most of Vincent's reactions to what's happening to the school this season left me quite perplexed ^^') And if it's just the graduation ceremony that is cancelled, it still doesn't mean they're not graduating, does it? 🤔

But can you really Simon?

And Wilhelm repeating his mother's words "it's a privilege, not a punishment" breaks my heart >< (Also I'm gonna be a little shit about it but even the Royals have a choice in the end about accepting or not their role and job: after all, Wille is gonna renounce it in 2 episodes :p)

I do like what he said about the role of the royal family in Sweden! We have very little information on that in the show so I appreciate it here. And he looks so pretty in this light!

Wilhelm sounded so surprised that Farima said yes immediately when he told her they needed to help Simon. He was expecting to have to fight them on that.

Why did he have to delete his whole account? Why not just put it on private? (I know I've read in several fanfics the idea that searching and deleting through all the new people who followed him before going on private would be too much of a hassle but I feel like it's a stretch, and an acceptable price to pay to keep his account?)

Their conversation about Wilhelm's choice of foundation makes me so so sad! I had hoped that he would see Simon's point of view on how he can use his role as Crown Prince to try and make things better! I was actually pretty surprised that he was 100% not interested. It's a new facet of Wilhelm's personality that we hadn't really seen before I guess? And it feels like it creates a serious gap between them, it shows that they're not on the same page at all about a pretty serious subject (which is not good for the future of their relationship...)

This shot of these 3 made me laugh :p

This one hurts... Another crack in their relationship 😩 Simon is realizing how different they are. He knew they were but this season is showing us a side of Wilhelm that just seems incompatible with Simon :/ It's not just differences in tastes or personality, now it's differences in their core values also. And that is a huge problem.

So we learn that Simon mostly avoided Micke for Sara's sake. Or maybe he's exaggerating that fact because he's really angry at her.

The sit-in scene is very funny, they're all so dramatic, thinking they might starve to death xD I didn't think that August's eating disorder would be confirmed this way! Also I guess Vincent does have ADHD then? It was not just an excuse to get pills.

"Because we are different?" Yeah... that's what this episode is really about, how different you both are. Which wouldn't be an issue for me if it was less about such important matters :/ I wish we had seen them learn more from each other this season, instead of being in conflict to much.

I agree with Felice that it's getting out of hand! (I still enjoy the whole thing though 😁). I don't dislike Stella as much as a lot of people seem to, but I don't like her in this scene and how she talks to Felice!

Cutest scene of the episode.

I adore this scene. It makes me want to cry. I love them both and I'm so happy that they're slowly finding their way back to each other <3

"Erik was there." This sceeeeene!! Such a punch in the face, so fucking terrible >< (So well acted also!!)

Another trauma for my poor boy...

So lots of mixed feelings with this episode! I'm very frustrated with Wilhelm and his reactions, but I love the Sara arc. I really like the end of the episode, with some very good scenes. But now I really don't wanna go watch the next one ><

[myfanfic-urfantrash]

Some Larry hcs because my love of old men is strong :V

I put this under the cut because it was waaay to long

Falling for someone was never on his radar when he began to work for the Paldean Pokemon League. In fact he never actually thought about relationships while he was in school either. No crushes, no first loves, no nothing just focused on getting passable grades, what to eat for lunch that day, and getting a stable job so he can eventually move out on his own.

So when he does begin to have an interest in someone he's not aware that it could be a romantic attraction in the first place. He just thinks he wouldn't mind sharing a meal with them and leaves it at that.

He's not really one to talk to people or make connections beyond acquaintances or coworkers but he actually makes an effort- if by effort he just comments how good a meal was at a restaurant is when ever they happen to meet. He'll recommend different things to the one he's interested in and based on their feedback he'll recommend places that serve stuff they might like.

It's like this for a long while with them meeting briefly and him recommending a few places that have good food. And Larry is fine with that, he's not sure they're friends or anything but they're definitely much closer to him than anybody else he knows. This connection, as small as it may be, may motivate him to actually invite them out to eat with him probably for lunch since most days he's at least got plenty of time to eat and he'll likely be doing overtime so lunch works best.

Larry will eat with them anywhere they'd like, provided they're close by and not super busy. While they wait for food it'll be more up to them to find an interesting topic to talk about since he doesn't have any hobbies or interesting happenings in his day to day life besides his work.

He does become a bit talkative about his pokemon if someone asks about them though once he realizes he's talking a lot he might cut himself off and apologize for it. He could be coaxed into talking more about them though if they talk about their own pokemon as well.

It'd take some time but eventually he'd realise that he's made a friend, like an actual friend not someone who hangs out with him cause they've got nothing better to do but who seeks him out because they want to be with him. He'd also realise because they'd mention that they're glad they've become friends and he'd be like "you're right :o"

He begins to look a little much more forward to his lunches making absolutely sure he finishes up on time or even early on the rare occasion. He pictures their happy and satisfied expression as they see him and then dig into a meal like enjoy.

And days, weeks, months will pass with little to no change in their relationship until one day in the middle of the night as he's finished up his last report and is ready to head home for the night it'll hit him.

Now Larry doesn't change too much after this realization in fact nobody will truly notice. There may be occasional hints here and there but as soon as they're spotted Larry schools his expression or straightens his posture a bit and acts as if nothing happened. For example his face flushing when they snort and laugh at a very lame joke he heard at work. Should it be pointed out he's fixing his tie saying his food might be a bit spicier/hotter than he thought.

He has a bit of a dilemma because on one hand he does love getting lunch with them and talking casually and being their friend but on the other he doesn't think he has enough time to dedicate to them even if they agreed to be in a relationship with him should he confess.

He may just decide to hide his feelings forever unless they show interest in him as well but even then he does worry about not having enough time to dedicate to them as a partner. Ultimately he'll get straight to the point with them and let them know his feelings for them and how he might not be able to be there for them as much as he'd like.

Should they agree to date him anyway he's really happy and will give them a genuine smile. They'll definitely see how their schedules mesh together and see what they can or can't do in order to make room for more quality time together. It'll take tons of no nonsense communication to make this work especially if they're both just as equally busy.

Others won't know Larry's in a relationship until he and his s/o have probably moved in together and they've noticed how he doesn't do overtime as much unless absolutely necessary and or they see an engagement ring on him.

Everyone is shook when they realise The Most Normal Man In The World is in a relationship and at that point he knows no peace. Everyone keeps asking questions like "When did you get in a relationship?" "When can we meet them?" "Can I come to the wedding?". Even when he finally introduces them they will not leave him alone. It's a bit of a headache but at least he's with his favorite person.

[sweatytimetravelearthquake]

Your bully has a soft spot for you

The relationship between you and Haitani has always been a bit complicated. On the one hand, he's a bully, always teasing and making fun of you in front of friends. On the other hand, he seems to have a slight weakness for you and always secretly helps when you're in trouble. And you tried to ignore his behavior, but part of you can't help but wonder, "is there more to this?" But you didn't have much time for such questions. You were sitting in class not thinking about the guy, but thinking about not getting a grade below four, because your family was very strict about grades. Okay, physical violence, you get used to it, but it's not possible to get used to moral pressure, it will become a lifelong trauma.

"What are you thinking about, nerd? Me, perhaps?" — He teased you by taking your glasses, which made it difficult for you to see. Your thoughts weren't the brightest. I was just afraid to go home, knowing what I could get for today's top three. And at first you were a little scared when the glasses were taken away and moved forward to pick them up, frowning your gray eyes.

"Ran, please give it back..." — He grinned, handing back your glasses. Then he came up to your ear and whispered something.

"What are you worried about? I'm sure you passed the test well. You never cease to amaze. You don't have to be so hard on yourself," — he ruffled your hair and smiled.

"I only got C... my mother and father will be unhappy."

"Are your parents strict about grades?" — Haitani's expression was surprised and worried for you. He looked around to see if anyone was watching and pulled you towards him. — "Don't worry about it. I think your parents will understand that you just didn't quite understand the topic, and it's not your fault," — he patted you on the back to calm you down and smiled warmly. You looked down, flinching a little.

Ran noticed that your body was shaking and your eyes were filled with sadness when you turned away. You knew that nothing good would come of it, your parents were going to scold you for getting a grade below four. You knew that as soon as you got the results sheet. My throat was dry from stress at that moment, my hands gave up the paper and I had to put a lot of effort into not crying right in class. He put both hands on your shoulder and stared into your gray eyes.

"Hey, listen to me, okay? Don't worry about it too much," — Ran looked at you with a serious smile, showing his true feelings for you, protecting you.

"They'll hit me again..." — Ran took you by both hands, looking into your eyes.

"I promise you, I won't let that happen. I always protect the people I care about," — he ran his fingers through your coffee hair and soothed you in a gentle tone. — "I don't understand why they have to be so strict with you, I think they really overreact to the test... it's not the end of the world if you get a grade below three," — he tried to laugh off his worries, trying to comfort you.

"Do you care about me?.." — I got caught up in his words alone. Haitani was surprised by your sudden question, he felt his heart pounding in his chest. Even if you couldn't see his face, you could feel his smirk.

"Maybe I have some feelings for you," — Ran looked at you with a sly smile, then hugged you tightly to his chest. He hugged you even tighter, his strong arms wrapped around your waist. He held you close and whispered in your ear, his voice sounding hoarse as he spoke. — "I love you.." — He couldn't hold back his true feelings any longer and decided to confess his love to you. — "Will you let me see that test? Maybe I can help with the mistakes?" — He picked up your work and began to look through it carefully, and then his eyes lit up with rage. — "This sheep forgot to count your points for the second part. Don't worry, we'll figure it out now, and you'll have a beautiful D."

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A must-read!!!

hey, guys! I know that sometimes various translation jobs can be taken from Tumblr. My native language is not English, I forbid you to take your work for translation, as I already post sketches in my native language.

[spceboyz]

some personal hcs/notes about how i write the dib beast... ( pilot dib // show dib // florpus + comics dib // older teenage dib? ) ↓ ↓ ↓

∙ PILOT DIB

horrible seussian creature. absolute fucking maniac. no redeeming qualities at all. genuinely out for blood. i dont even know why im adding him here because i cant imagine i will ever write him because hes just way, way, way, too unhinged 😭 BUT I GUESS HE CAN BE REQUESTED???

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∙ SHOW DIB

show dib is a fun one, even though, TECHNICALLY, i haven't written him yet; i tend to lean more towards florpus/comics dib in regards to how i write him on this blog, but i do try to involve some show dib influence in there as well! this dib is also a little freak; commonly antagonizing both zim and any of the other paranormal creatures he comes across. dib seems to lack both sympathy and empathy, often times ignoring other peoples explicit words or emotions. this isn't because he's intrinsically uncaring or immoral; he's just so caught up with himself and his own prerogative that he rarely stops to consider anyone elses thoughts or emotions. despite this inherent selfishness he still desperately craves validation from his family and peers, and is quick to declare himself the only real intellectual while disregarding everyone else who doesn't see eye-to-eye with him.

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∙ FLORPUS/COMICS DIB

ah yes... florpus dib... my most normal (not by much) boy/my default characterization of dib! as i said earlier i tend to default to writing dib at like, 80% florpus influence and 20% show influence; i think its fun to keep dib as vaguely antagonistic but i like it when hes able to feel genuine human pathos as well which is where the florpus inspiration comes in 😭 florpus dib and show dib share a bunch of similarities-- mainly their unquestionable pride and heavy-handed passion, but what makes florpus dib different from the rest is that he is actually susceptible to empathy! :D! hes still generally antagonistic to anything inhuman but moreso in an excitable preteen way and less in a 💥💥📸📸📸 i am going to harvest your organs-kind of way. despite being relatively selfish and easily distractable florpus dib is a somewhat better son/brother and makes a slightly more earnest effort to meet his father half-way and be a better brother-figure to gaz. his rivalry with zim is just as intense and strong, but there are points where he'll be just a 🤏 PINCH friendlier if they have to put aside their differences for a time. this dib is much easier to befriend and is generally a nicer guy, but oooonly if you're human. otherwise hes gonna remain a freak, but he is at least more willing to potentially befriend a monster! it might just take some effort...

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∙ bonus: older/teenage dib?

the way i write teen dib is based on multiple factors-- namely whoever it is i'm writing against and my own personal hcs 😭 i feel like a canon teenage/YA dib would essentially be the exact same as 12 y/o dib but vaguely more mature, but i characterize him a little differently based on my own personal preference which might feel vaguely ooc but whatever teen dib is basically my oc anyway LOL so, anyways, my teen dib is an exceptionally tall, lanky, vaguely disillusioned vaguely punk/emo kid who is relatively more put-together and a little less of a maniac. somewhere throughout his high school career he decided he should be a better son and brother and started taking on a more responsible and familial role towards his family, doing his best to get good grades to prepare for a job at membrane labs. his fascination with the paranormal is just as strong as ever-- and so is his rivalry with zim, but he just doesn't spend every waking moment anymore trying to capture vampire bees and bigfoot and he treats zim a little less seriously and more friend-like, sometimes letting the alien hitch rides in his backpack so he can scheme while being higher up in the air. teenage dib is more mellow by a longshot, but he's still relatively antisocial and still comes across as generally creepy to his peers. he doesn't desperately crave validation from his fellow classmates as much anymore, and has actually been able to hold onto a very minute selection of like-minded friends. when his homework and studying are done he continues to keep tabs on the swollen eyeball community, as well as plan the rare and occasional ghost hunt. he smokes cigarettes occasionally after turning 17, getting nicotine hookups from his friends, but its something he tries to do in secrecy/something he doesnt do often because of how tricky they are to get underage. despite being more disenchanted as a teenager dibs pride and passion for his interests remain unquestioned and he still plans to achieve his paranormal-investigator goals ( and defeat zim ), just with a full time job on the side.

[twstunes]

i lied btw i actually wrote a lot more than 4k words, it's just a matter of getting everything arranged coherently. have more au!

Ramshackle Recruitment AU – periphery opinions

As they are employed at a boarding school for exceptionally gifted teenage mages, the staff of Night Raven College are well-versed in dealing with mayhem. And yet, all of them are finding this year to be one of the most bizarre ones on record. Not even Sam's divination skills could've predicted an extra dorm being added to the lineup.

Let's take a look at how these gentlemen feel about the Ramshackle situation, from least to most approving.

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Characters: Night Raven College staff (+ Sam)

Notes: gn Yuu

Warnings: none, I think?

Mozus Trein, being a very by-the-book type of guy, is entirely against Ramshackle as it currently exists. He feels it’s inappropriate for students to be transferring to a dorm before it’s been officially instated, especially when the dorm building is in such poor condition. It doesn’t help that Yuu apparently started taking on dormmates just to spite a fellow housewarden; that isn’t a decision to be made so lightly.

Beyond chastising them for their recklessness, though, Trein doesn't have any further admonishments for Yuu regarding their dorm. He's more annoyed with Crowley for allowing any of this to happen. Frankly, it was irresponsible for the headmage to place Yuu in the Ramshackle building to begin with. Surely they could have been temporarily situated in one of the actual dorms, at least until adequate long-term housing could be arranged? Sevens, setting them up in a quiet corner of the infirmary would've been better than that deathtrap!

Despite his reputation as a hardass, he'll be surprisingly lenient when grading Yuu so long as they show that they're making an effort to get caught up with their peers. He's typically even more strict with housewardens, as they're meant to represent the entirety of their dorms, but it would be irresponsible of him as a teacher to take that stance here. He'll assign additional homework as needed to discourage students from sleeping in his class, but his lessons are still for learning, not punishing. Even if it was foolish of Yuu to take on a role they weren't prepared for, his job as a professor is to teach them, not throw them in the deep end and let them drown.

There's very little that could convince Trein to visit Ramshackle dorm, at least at first. As the surrounding grounds get cleaned up, he might be inclined to spend some time reading in the garden; he normally prefers the school courtyard, but it can get pretty noisy with all the students bustling about. He won't be caught dead in the Ramshackle building itself, though. Both he and Lucius are a tad too old to go gallivanting about in such a dusty old structure.

(He won't say it, but he's impressed with how well Yuu is doing as housewarden. Like Leona, he expected the whole thing to go up in flames within a matter of weeks. Again, he's not going to say anything about it—even if things turned out well this time around, he doesn't need to be encouraging such rash behavior.)

Divus Crewel agrees with Trein’s points, but refuses to fully back the other professor's argument. He might respect Crowley as his boss, but watching the headmage suffer the consequences of his own actions is too cathartic to pass up. Quite the spirited pup he's taken in, there!

Though he doesn't condemn the existence of the dorm outright, he doesn't refrain from reprimanding Yuu for their 'bad behavior'—the way he sees it, this whole thing started because of some petty drama between Yuu and Riddle. He's not blind to the social nuances of the NRC student body, but he is too old to care about the more trivial aspects of it all. Regardless, Yuu has no business playing at being a housewarden; there's good reason it's nearly unheard of for a freshman to be granted the title, and being magicless puts them at a distinct disadvantage in a mage academy.

…however. If Yuu truly is determined to be a full-fledged housewarden, then he's not about to abide by them slacking off! That's a prestigious mantle they've chosen to take up, and they will comport themselves accordingly! Good thing he's there to whip them into shape. He begins holding them to higher standards, especially in regards to their grades and conduct. Though he means well, he comes across as more officious than usual as a result. No matter how tolerant Yuu is, it doesn't exactly go over smoothly…he can grasp that Yuu themself has no magic easily enough, but it takes a while for it to sink in that they're from a world with Absolutely No Magic.

"Surely you must have learned something about residual and ambient magical energies in middle school. Understanding how to neutralize them, thus preventing them from affecting the formation of chemical bonds, is part of basic lab safet– what do you mean they don't exist?"

Like Trein, Crewel has no interest in visiting Ramshackle dorm. It would take endorsement from a junior like Vil for him to consider dropping by, and even then, he'd only do so to make a cursory inspection of the premises. In a school full of teenage boys, Pomefiore is just about the only dorm where he doesn't have to lecture anyone about proper grooming and self-maintenance; Ramshackle doesn't break the mold at all in that regard. Aside from that, he finds the dorm to be…in acceptable conditions, though there's still plenty of room for improvement. He visits very rarely, and typically forgoes wearing his coat inside, not wanting to chance getting any grime on it.

(It’s petty enough that Crewel won’t admit to it outright, but he’s a little peeved he wasn’t even consulted about designing Ramshackle’s official dorm uniform. What, was his work with the Fairy Gala outfits not good enough? Hmph. Well, he supposes the final uniform design turned out adequate…)

Dire Crowley is getting heckled in the NRC staff groupchat. When he’d described Yuu as a beast-tamer, he’d had no idea they were capable of all THIS. It feels like every time he turns around, there’s been some development with Ramshackle that he’s going to need to do paperwork for. But breaking up the dorm would risk an immense amount of backlash from the students involved, and possibly even from other dorms…truly, he is the most generous headmage NRC has ever had! Hopefully the fact Ramshackle already has uniforms done up will make it easier to get the dorm properly approved and instated…

He really ought to be more cross with Yuu, all things considered. Not only have they caused him a financial headache concerning Ramshackle dorm's food budget, they were impudent enough to not even give him a heads up beforehand! Though…well, he supposes things worked out for the best regarding the debacle with Rosehearts. A healthy imagination is key to becoming a great mage, but it sounds like the Heartslabyul housewarden wasn't allowing for an environment in which imagination could thrive…but still! Just because he granted Yuu the title of prefect doesn't mean they can go about doing whatever they want. Perhaps it's time for him to revise his laissez-faire policy regarding student conflicts?…hmm, no, that feels a bit too extreme.

Despite it all, he still brags to Ambrose LXIII about Yuu, Grim, and Ramshackle once the new dorm breaches public consciousness. He was so wise for seeing their potential and allowing them to enroll, even though one is magicless and the other a monster. Look at how much they've accomplished thanks to his generosity! (He better hope Yuu and Grim don't hear him lmao)

Crowley makes a point of dropping by Ramshackle fairly consistently to check on Yuu and Grim—especially since the last time he went a while without checking in on them, they started a dorm without telling him. He gets frustratingly good at evading being dragged into the dorm's daily Shenanigans™ despite how often he visits, but he'll often lose track of time if someone strikes up a conversation with him. It's a running joke amongst Ramshackle students to ask Crowley if he's found a way to send Yuu home whenever they spot him at the dorm…though, after a point, most of them don't want to hear a "yes" in response.

(It's not becoming of him, so he won't say anything about it, but Crowley can't say for certain that he doesn't regret letting Yuu and Grim enroll. Yes, yes, it's wonderful how much they've achieved, but did they really have to give him so much extra work in the process?? Just thinking about how to word the inevitable press announcement explaining the formation of Ramshackle dorm gives him a headache.)

Ashton Vargas, by some miracle, is the most Actually Helpful of the teachers. He thinks it’s fantastic that students are taking the initiative to challenge themselves! AND they’re learning teamwork while they’re at it! Just…Trein’s not wrong about Ramshackle being in rough shape. Living there is barely different from camping outdoors. ("Does he get the idea for Camp Vargas from–" haha yeah)

Vargas will regularly check in with Yuu about any concerns regarding the dorm building’s structural integrity. He’s no architect, but he knows how to safely handle power tools! He can take care of any heavy lifting that needs to be done, too! If it gives him a chance to show off and brag, he’s all for it. He canonically maintains the sports field by himself, so he probably has some good advice for cleaning up the grounds around Ramshackle as well. That doesn't mean he's going to do all the work himself, of course—anyone he catches lazing about the dorm gets dragged along with him. It's good strength training!

He also makes sure the dorm has basic safety equipment on-hand, like fire extinguishers and first aid kits. Even a pro like him has to be mindful of training accidents, after all! He's always proud to see students pushing their limits, but he's watched far too many people torch their athletic careers (and long-term physical health) by pushing themselves too hard. It's uncommon for him to give full-on lectures—he's just not the type to drag things out when a "quit doing that" will do—but anyone he catches trying to brush off a significant injury gets treated to a rare, ultra-serious lecture from him.

Due to being so involved in the dorm's restoration, Vargas is the most likely to visit Ramshackle out of NRC's staff. He'll often tag along if he happens to catch Crowley heading over to check on Yuu and Grim, though he's yet to successfully rope the headmage into doing any strength training. Being a bit childish at heart, he'll sometimes lend a hand to whatever tomfoolery the Ramshackle students get up to…so long as it's school-appropriate, that is! He doesn't need another lecture from Trein.

(Vargas won't own up to it, but he wants Yuu, Grim, and the rest of Ramshackle to view him as better than Sam, who is pretty much his sole competition for the title of "Most Helpful." He was already a tad jealous of the shopkeeper's wide skillset, so his competitive streak has him putting in a little more effort to help out around the dorm than he would've otherwise. Since this pseudo-rivalry exists solely inside Vargas' head, Sam has no clue about any of it.)

Sam is living it up. His Friends on the Other Side haven’t been this excited about school-related events since he’d first set up shop on campus. And, since he’s the #1 supplier of Anything And Everything at NRC, he’s been getting a lot of business as the Ramshackle students work to patch up their dorm building! He’s not about to start giving away things for free, but he IS willing to cut some deals on tools and construction materials.

Honestly, he's a little annoyed with how little money Crowley seems to be investing into repairing the dorm building. Cheaping out on infrastructure is a fast way to create a money sink. He's not one to rock the boat too much, but he'll poke and prod to see if he can get Crowley to put a little more cash into restoration efforts. Surely it wouldn't hurt to speed the process up a bit? No point in letting the imps languish. Nevermind the fact it's all profit for Sam either way–

Capitalism aside, he does grow to care about the industrious little imps after a while. Taking a gamble on a complete unknown by transferring to Ramshackle, helping out others for the sake of pursuing their own goals…his Friends are quick to joke that Sam would've jumped to join in on the fun had he been a student, and he can't really say he disagrees! Hearing about all the hijinks going on over at Ramshackle is welcome entertainment, especially when business at the shop is slow.

Sam is typically too busy running the school store to visit Ramshackle himself, but he might make an exception for a dire enough situation. As it stands, he gets his Friends to keep a specific eye or three on the dorm in case any emergencies crop up. If he just so happens to have just the right tool for the job front & center (and on sale for a deep discount) when Yuu rushes in…well, that’s simply Mr. S’ gold-quality customer service in action.

(Sam keeps it on the down-low, but he genuinely does worry about Yuu and Grim. The headmage is a good customer, but he's not someone Sam would want to be financially dependent on. Those two imps at least have the relative safety of attending NRC, but neither of them have much in the way of a support system. He'd certainly been in a bad spot himself when he'd first sought out Those on the Other Side, so he's glad Yuu and Grim seem to be building decent lives for themselves without having to make any Friends of their own.)

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A/N: might as well be trying to squeeze blood from a stone the way I'm trying to approximate staff personalities from what little content we get of them,,,, for Sam I'm just doing whatever I want tho lmao

[backtoyuta]

NCT127: When you're a bad student

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❁ [Taeil] is fighting the urge to be a helicopter boyfriend. Taeil has a healthy respect for your routine but can't hide his face when you said the lengthy assignment is due in 2 days and you've barely started. Taeil is the kind to buy you little sweet treats to encourage you to continue writing, or send you little texts here and there to let you know ~you can do it~. Will sit with you and do something quiet while you work because he knows you'll only leave your workspace and try to find him to distract yourself otherwise. Always thinks you look so cute in your mismatched slouchy outfits for class because you hate making the effort. Plants a little kiss on top of your head every time he walks by you working. When the assignment is submitted he will buy you your favourite food as a job well done, plenty of cuddles as he breathes out a sigh of relief on your behalf.

❁ [Johnny] Loves to joke about you being a lazy student, and is always amused watching you belly-ache over assignments you clearly do not want to do. Will give you the side eye when you whip out your phone to text or doom scroll and likes to take you out somewhere near by to work for a change of scenery. Despite loving to hear you laugh, he knows he's more distracting than he is helping so will exile himself on a mission for coffee while you work in the library. ~"It's for your own good!"~ he'll laugh. After giving you a chance to get in the zone, he'll return with your favourite coffee and read your work proudly over your shoulder. Johnny is the type to give you his hoodie so you can be comforted by some form of his presence and promises with a cheeky wink you can have the ~"real deal"~ after you've submitted your work.

❁ [Taeyong] Is the type to actually show sympathy and will let you bitch about classes, tutors, assignments and the people in your class to your hearts content. Will remind you to breathe with an amused glint his eye when you're done. Will try his very best to help with assignments; google some things here and there or find eloquent ways to make the word count longer. Very good at catering to your needs, will stay as a comforting presence or make himself scarce depending on what's more helpful for you. Wordlessly takes your glasses from your face, cleans the lenses and then places them back on gently because the smudges were bothering him. rubs your back comfortingly when you whine about how you wish you had started the work earlier. organises your notes and lets you have a little cry when it all gets a bit too stressful.

❁ [Yuta] Wants you to succeed in everything you do, but at the same time kind of loves this aesthetic on you. Finds your approach refreshing and likes how you don't pin all your worth on how well you do in classes. Is obsessed with your usual class look, the glasses and messy hairstyles with oversized shirts and sweats- you lowkey feel your worst and yet Yuta is stealing kisses and checking you out like no other. Likes walking you to your classes or meeting you after them, you'll always find him leaning back on the wall casually scrolling his phone and catch his smirk when he looks up and meets your eye. Kind of stays out of your business when it comes down to your work ethic and leaves you to it, but will always be there to comfort you if you were upset by a grade. Will hurriedly pack your bag for you and jog you to class if you're late.

❁ [Doyoung] Respects the way you like to do your work, but will be the first to say ~"I told you so"~ when time has slipped away from you too much. His tactic always includes giving you lots and lots of kisses while gently plying your phone out of your hand and putting it on do not disturb when you're a tad distracted. Gets very humoured when you do a ton of work without even clocking his antics and you make a big song about ~"Getting in the zone"~. Will point blank refuse to come over because he wants you to finish your assignment, but can't hide the smile when he opens his door to you with your backpack and books in hand and chastises you for exploiting loopholes. Is the type to help you with the assignment, but you might have to beg a little before he'll pull out his phone and do some googling. Flicks you on the forehead for leaving it until the last minute- again.

❁ [Jaehyun] Takes a lot of genuine interest in the subject you study, to a point where he enjoys it more than you do. Jaehyun kind of wishes he could partake in the student experience of finding nice places to study, going to socials and parties and fucking around in the library but he rarely sees you doing any of that either. ~"Shouldn't you be working on that thing?"~ he'll question you in good humour while you're lounging on your bed not doing the thing he mentioned. Laughs audibly when he sees your face drop and an ~"Oh shit, yeah"~ fall hurriedly from your lips. Loves telling his friends that you're a student and sharing your major, he thinks you're so smart even if you don't have that much faith in yourself. Will never say no to a college party, actually really enjoys hanging with your friends and sharing drinks from red solo cups with you even though you both know you should be studying.

❁ [Jungwoo] A bit of a clueless boyfriend really, he couldn't tell someone precisely what you're studying and never really quite recognises the urgency of an assignment due in 48 hours. Needs you to tell him how he can help you, but whatever you say he will do to the very best of his efforts. Loves checking you out in your uni varsity jacket and hoodie and laughs childishly when you tell him you got 69% on a test before giving you a boisterous high-five. Finds the bare minimum impressive, if you tell him something insignificant about your assignment he acts like you just blew his mind. Finds a kind of masochistic joy in watching you rush around for your class stuff when he reminded very nonchalantly of the time. Steals your glasses to wear and ruffles your hair when he walks by you with your head in your hands.

❁ [Mark] The most considerate, as always. Sticks out the all-nighters with you out of solidarity, and smiles at you encouragingly with his head resting on the table watching you work. Curates nice study playlists for you. Will talk about all the nice things you'll do once the assignment is over to try and encourage you to stick at it. Splashes out on delivery food and delivers it on a plate with a kiss on the cheek. Scared you to death when you said you'd be studying in the library and he caught you red-handed taking a nap. Likes to steal your varsity jacket but thinks you suit it more. Once spent ten minutes negotiating with you with a wet-wipe when he saw test answers scrawled on the inside of your arm and celebrated with you when you passed with the bare minimum because you did it honestly.

❁ [Haechan] The worst influence but with the promise of a good time. Both of you dying of laughter comparing your god-awful test scores while making a pact to try a bit harder next time. Invites you over with the sincere offer of a study date but procrastination gets the best of both of you with the help of his PS5. Wears matching sweat co-ords with you. Always sitting at the back of the lecture hall to not draw attention to your laughter and talking. Your notebook is full of his doodles and silly notes, as his is full of yours respectively. You guys are the favourite couple to invite to parties because good times and funny memories just follow you around. Genuinely contemplating cheating until you agreed to snap out of it. Instead, you spent three hours to develop a code so you could communicate during tests only for you to completely forget it when the time came. You only started to see true improvement in your grades when you put a healthy wager on who can get the best score by the end of term.

[noturvlentine]

im not someone to miss (pt2)

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Leon Kennedy x reader series

Summary [series]- after Chris Redfield has requested for your transfer from the BSAA, you’re tasked with uncovering a chain of bio-terrorist attacks alongside Leon Kennedy. Destruction, duty and your untold past brings you spiralling into an unlikely bond with your partner, as efforts are made and promises are broken.

im back! sorry I haven’t been as alive as the past two weeks, school has really caught wind of assignments but updates are coming!!!!! Bear with me while I write up the rest of my vague plans for this series and I apologise if these time skips make no sense at all!!

Please don’t copy my work anywhere else!! this will be up in ao3 too!!! -j

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Washington DC

A particular apartment block

21:00PM

2009

You arrived home to a small, tactical grade duffle bag sitting on your doormat. You half-expected them to provide you with nothing more than necessary, but seeing as STRATCOM was no BSAA, their gear had been rather sophisticated to say the least. They had given you 400 hours to gather any intel from a country in Eastern Europe, which meant you had a little over two weeks stuck with Leon in some dusty safe-house apartment with minimal contact with anyone else (not like you had anyone worth reaching out to outside of work anyway). 400 hours- thats only if things went smoothly, in which, they never do. You’d be there for a month at the minimum guarantee and you were meant to escort a contact to a private exchange of resources they managed to snatch off the black market. If the deal went smoothly then at least the government can put their pretentious, expensive lab research to use with their hands on a sample of some B.O.W strains.

You managed to drag yourself into your apartment, keys thrown onto the kitchen counter as your first thought was to pour yourself a drink and burn a cigarette. You weren’t a drinker- correction, you weren’t an alcoholic, nor were you a smoker. It’s just that there was no one here to monitor you and you easily and cowardly blamed it on your job, but instead you just seemed to have revolved around whatever harmless substance was at your disposal for the time being- amongst other things. You’d always kind of lived your domestic life on autopilot, barely putting in a second thought to whether you actually needed to change the way you lived, whether you needed other things in your existence- or someone else, but who were you kidding, a pet maybe?. You were never the type to give someone a call back either- to be fair you never really stayed, hence why a drink and a smoke followed by a warm shower was all you really desired. You slumped yourself down on the chair at your dining table, not bothered turning any overhead lights on in return, just letting the gracious moonlight escape into the room. Your fingers traced the yellow folder you’d brought home from work today, the other hand going numb from the cold condensation of a beer bottle. You sat there for a good two hours, an unwise decision seeing as you still wanted to waste away in the shower and needed to be organised for departure tomorrow. Not to say, sleep wasn’t ever on your side either.

Under the sting of your hot shower, you couldn’t help but think of how exactly you ended up here. Eight long years of anti-bioterrorist service just for Redfield to temporarily ‘discharge’ you from the BSAA for your little let down back in South America (to be fair, no one had ever decided you were discharged, but the leave and subsequent transfer had been the equivalent of that in your eyes). Was he even going to let you back in on the field with him? You weren’t about to become an office personnel in your line of work after this mission, to be honest you thought it would be the hands-on equivalent of death- to spend years in training in both the military and special operations only to end up in the chain of responsive command for an XO you didn’t quite get along with. Not to mention- having to filter through everyone’s field reports and paperwork after Redfield just hypothetically offed the industrial section of a city. Nonetheless, you were at least grateful to still be working field for the time being, it may not be alongside Chris Redfield and the BSAA, but it was still something of the equivalent. You were enjoying what might be the last comfortable shower for the next month or so (something small to deal with considering the various lengthy deployments you’d been on previously), taking time to let the sprays of water loosen your muscles. If you were completely honest, you would enjoy a permanently domestic, normal civilian life either. Something simple as a long, warm shower would become tedious once it becomes frequented and unthreatened as civilians are. Maybe the loss in commodity value was an excuse for you to work this job until death. Or maybe death came closer, and maybe you’d already accepted that.

Your mind skipped to Leon, or rather what he was doing, then to what he’d think of you once he knew you too well (or if he ever will). After all, two weeks is a long time to be stuck with someone on your tail, in the same safe house flat, going over the same shit and waiting for something life threatening to occur. You’d feared that when you’d first gravitated towards the BSAA, scared that you were going to let someone in (arguably, you’d always defended Chris as your bond came from the sentimental value of your jobs) and that they were going to come to the inevitable realisation that you were both fucked and would soon wound up dead on the field somewhere. That was definitely something harder for others to compute, as you’d accepted your death ages ago and were only ever waiting for people the catch up, hence why you’d think Leon would actually hate you.

South America

BSAA outstation

14:00PM

December 2008

‘Fuck! Goddamn it!’ Chris throws his fist into the crumbly stone pillar to his right. ‘We are sending in backup immediately-‘

‘Redfield that is not of your command, we’re not taking that risk-‘ petty, for anyone to want to argue with Chris Redfield. He’s always been full charged if not spewing out electricity by the second in the heat of the moment, head and heart. There was no negotiation. He knew first hand how shitty it was to go into a mission without support, albeit you did have ‘support’, yes- but it was a matter of if the goddamn CO would agree.

‘I’m not asking. That is one of our best agents tied up in there and you’re not gonna find another.’ To anyone else that tone alone would have them pissing their pants running under Redfield’s control, maybe this was why everyone was always cleaning up after him.

‘I’m going in.’ He mumbled, a stern one, signalling to his team to pack it forwards beyond their assigned parameters.

‘Patch me through.’ The next thing you know, your name is repeated frantically over the comms. Redfield’s voice is stern, searching, worrisome, but stern in his best I-am-your-captain commandment way. As his voice became more desperate you managed to free a hand for the radio.

‘Chris you better turn the fuck around.’ You groaned through your teeth, dropping down to your knees behind a collapsed brick wall. There was currently a wave of bioterrorist minions on your six and a massive B.O.W making its way through the maze of collapses infrastructure ready to pull you head off your neck the moment you’re seen in the line of fire. They had dogs two, all three parties together would be more than the current BSAA deployment had issued in the area and the next few surrounding countries. It amazes you how much terrorism groups can out number the fucking military, how many people are willing to sign themselves up to suicide compared to those who enlist in the army. They’re probably not cowards like the rest of the world that’s for sure.

‘I can get you my final intel order but if you fucking surpass that parameter-‘

‘I am not leaving you out there.’

‘I’m dead! I’m fucking dead Chris!’

The line goes silent, you can hear him thinking over the static of the radio. He had no purpose in sending rescue, you were a valuable asset, but the job was finished and there was enough evidence for the FBC to deploy troops to other locations and carry out necessary protocols to prevent whole countries from collapsing. The South American sun was starting to get its way with you, there was dust thickening through the air and you could hear firing in the near distance, which was enough for you to pull yourself up from you current location. Shots fired, straight your way and heard through the radio. You were scrambling for shelter around this abandonment of a city block, you shad two magazines left which you knew wouldn’t last for nearly enough time before an evac squad gets here.

Washington DC

Joint Base Andrews

12:30PM

2009

The pilot had just announced takeoff over the PA system. You watched the runway shrink into small grey veins over patchy land as the plane gained altitude. You could also see Leon’s impulsive leg tapping in your peripheral vision, his eyes settled in examining your body language as you pretended not to notice. His arms were crossed, disinterested by anything outside or in the cabin as his mind was purely focused on figuring you out. Out of annoyance, you turn your head, dropping your hand which was once propping your chin up, onto the armrest by the window.

‘What?’ You blinked at Leon.

‘Nothing, you look tired.’ He simply shrugs. Well that’s little to say for someone who’s been peeling your complexion apart for the past five minutes. You don’t respond, dropping your gaze to his bouncing leg, which stops upon your eyes settling on it. Your hand was now wrapped tightly around the bulge of the armrest, fingers slowly digging into the fabric and picking at the seams. Something about Leon’s all-too-understanding way of looking at you just didn’t sit right. He wasn’t one to remind you of your troubles but in every way, he did, and you can’t blame him for that. A faint rustling sound traveled towards you as he shifted in his seat, now more relaxed as his head hung back towards the headrest, still arms crossed and looking at you softly. Oh how you wished a little turbulence would break up this awkward exchange, you couldn’t argue that there was anything interesting other than fogs of cloud infecting your view.

Three hours into the flight and it was approaching night across the time zones. You’d irresponsibly gone through two glasses of rum and coke to ease your nerves, to which earned you a scoff and hum of amusement from Leon. Thought he was insistent on getting more than three words out of you, there was nothing he could do about your isolated bitterness and he figured that you’d melt along with time. You watched as the sky had lost its sunset, turning into an inevitable, cartoonish night.

‘Get some sleep will you?’

No answer, you pouted and went back to staring out the window. The emptiness plagued the entire sky and all that could be seen was the annoying red eye on the wing of the plane. Leon pushed his following words back into his throat, and left it at that for the rest of the evening before your subsequent arrival. You watched as he quietly dozed off for the next two hours, leaving you with a sense of peripheral comfort.

AN: this chapter is a little slow i know, it’s getting there. I’m also trying to keep my formatting consistent but I’m not sure how well that’s working atm 😂

[girlypopfr21]

Teacher!Eren x Student!reader (Reader is 19! Eren is 23!)

“FUH-fuck-“ his big, veiny hand covered your plump lips, as he put his other hand up to his face brushing his index finger against his lips signaling to tone it down. How did you get into this situation? It all went downhill so quick, all in a matter of minutes. How did you go from venting to your history teacher, to fucking your teacher?? As much as you tell yourself it was an accident. You know you had different intentions. How could you resist the strong cologne on his neck wetting your lower area? or his kind words? and the way he put his arms around your waist?

15 mins earlier

“The camps were surrounded by barbed-wire fences patrolled b-“

*knock knock*

Students turned there heads towards the noise, your face was visible through the thin window on the door. “Someone be so kind and open the door for miss y/n.” Mr. Jeager sighed. 𝑳𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏. A blond headed boy stood up opening the door for you. You walked in, full of emberassment as you layed eyes on mr jeager, his face full of disappointment. You’d been coming to class late almost every day. What was the point of even coming this time there was only 15 minutes of class left? You sat down on your seat looking around at everyone, they looked back. The boys in the back whispered giving you side eyes and smirks. You’d recently been dumped. Yup. Your boyfriend cheated on you with a cheerleader and still had the balls to dump you, that’s right you didn’t dump him he dumped YOU. All his little friends were in the back talking about you watching your every move to report to him. How embarrassing. Of course after the break up the girl gets all the criticism, and hate, rumors spread like ants when you leave spilled orange juice on the floor. You’d been skipping school for days, in hopes to let the depression slowly start to dread off, it was finally gone but the longing for someone was still there. Not for 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒏, just for someone to be there. You hated being alone. It was- “y/n?” You flinched, looking down at a veiny hand on your desk slowly looking up you stared into mr jeagers concerned eyes . He didn’t know what to do anymore. He’d given you an A even for the time you didn’t spend on class, he’d talked to you multiple times, you’d never really open up about the situation. He’d even called your mother. Yet none of his efforts helped. Let’s be honest he’d never do this for any other student, sure he cared for all his students but you. You had a 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 place in his heart. In all honesty you were a teachers pet. Not the type to remind the teacher there was homework, or the one who never gets in trouble, not the one who tried to act older and take over when the teacher wasn’t there. Just the type to help teachers clean up a mess, or send over papers from other classes. The type to give the teachers little gifts on their birthdays. Mr. Jeager would never forget the first time he met you. He was freshly 23, he’d never been a teacher and the job actually scared the shit out of him. He was teaching seniors after all they have very strong opinions of people, and their little remarks can be heart-wrenching. The guys weren’t giving him a break, always roasting him, and the girls never payed attention in class, all on there phones. They thought because he had zero expirience they could easily do what they wanted. But you. You always listened. Always glued to the screen as he explained the project. You would stay after class and help him grade paper work. You gave him tips on how to get on certain students good side, or how to get there attention. You would bring in small gifts for him and tried to lift his mood up when he’d feel dumb for trying to make the class fun. He always thought you were so much more mature then them, after all you were older, you failed a year. He liked how much you tried in school never giving up even after failing a grade. Slowly his feelings for you grew. He tried gaslighting himself into thinking he only liked you as a favorite student, but it was more then that. *ding ding* your eyes stayed glued to Mr. Jeager, you could hear chairs moving and feet rushing towards the door. School was finally over. “Miss would you mind staying for a while? I’d like to talk.” you hummed a quiet yes at his question. Jeager started walking back to his desk, opening a closet and storing his jacket in it. “Tell me y/n what’s your favorite season?” You looked at his back wondering in confusion what this was leading too. “I guess I’d have to say f/s” you replied

“Interesting, mines spring, I’m so glad it’s finally here. It’s perfect for going out instead of staying 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 all the time isn’t it?” You replied yes quietly yet again. “So then tell me why such an excellent and outgoing student like you has been no where to be spotted for so long?” The man turned around giving you a serious look. He walked towards you looking down at your sitting figure. You stood up as well moving away from the seat. “Sir I don’t want to speak on it.” You said ready to leave. “Well I guess we’ll have to get the principal and your parents into a meeting, I’m sorry y/n but you’ve missed to many days.” You looked up at him terrified. “ sir! Please don’t.” You put your hand on his chest gripping his white tied up shirt. A suprised look came upon his face. “So tell me.” He demanded. Hesitantly you looked down. “It’s just..I broke up with my boyfriend. It’s been rough, he cheated a-and I just don’t want to be in school. I don’t want to have to see his face ever again.” You choked, your voice filled with sadness and a tint of anger. A quiet gasp erupted from your lips as you felt mr jeagers arms around your waist. you ungripped his shirt putting your hands around his neck. Hugging him back. “I see.” Eren hated seeing you heart broken over some stupid guy. After a few moments of silence he pulled away, yet you still didn’t let go, the only moment you let go of him was when you moved your arms away from around his neck and put them around his waist. Nuzzling your face on his chest. Jeager put his hand on your head, petting your hair. “Boys just don’t know how treat beautiful girls like you, they have no charm anymore.” A small chuckle left erens lips. You hummed in confusion as you stopped whimpering and crying. Slowly you looked up at him. “Let me show you how a 𝒎𝒂𝒏 does it, yea?” He gazed at you. You hummed yes, the second he said that. Almost like muscle memory. He backed you up till your leg hit the desk behind you. He pushed you down softly till you were sat on the table. He came in closer, and closer till your lips connected. Your cheeks felt warm. Who knew how red you were. The small peck in the lips quickly turned into a make out session, you put your hand behind his neck, softly toying with his hair, with the other hand you slowly went down on yourself. Putting friction against your finger and panties. 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚. You moved your hips back and forth to feel something, yet it wasn’t as good as jeagers lips crashed agaisnt yours. He looked down to see your hands on yourself, an attempt to please yourself. He chuckled separating his lips from yours. His hand grabbed your wrist. Holding a tight grip onto it You looked into his eyes in confusion. “Such a shame you don’t even know how to please yourself, are you that pure?” He smirked giving you a peck in the forhead before placing his hand under your skirt. Effortlessly he managed to take off your panties off as you were sitting. “So pretty.” He held up your f/c panties with kittens on them. You blushed, how emberassing. “No need to be emberassed, I didn’t expect lingerie.” A moan escaped from your lips. Fuck he was so sexy. Your legs opened. You grabbed his hand placing it back under your skirt. “Quiet with words, but loud with actions.” Eren smirked at your shyness, he found it adorable. You gasped loudly feeling his fingers rub agaisnt your clit. 𝑭𝒖𝒄𝒌! He rubbed and rubbed, going faster the louder the moans got. You tried to suppress the moans but it was so hard. Your whimpers came to a stop when he pulled his fingers away from your wet clit. You groaned in desperation, a small chuckle escaped erens lips. “Shh baby, I’ll show you an even better pleasure. This is nothing compared to what’s next.” There was more? You were 19, yet you barely had any expirience. The boys in school had no expirence. Jean didn’t even know how to finger you. And you, you didn’t even try. The guys in college all drank and did drugs.

You were scared to get some kind of disease. The guys in highschool were to unexpirenced, and the ones in college were to unhygienic. But then there’s eren. He was perfect. He had expirence, he knew how to talk, he knew the perfect moves to make. You watched him quickly unbuckle his belt, he didn’t even pull his pants all the way down. The truth is eren wanted this for a long, long time. He’d see you come to school in your mini skirts, tank tops. Shorts. It excited him seeing your perfect figure. Even the imperfections you saw in yourself seemed gorgeous in his eyes. No boy could handle such a goddess, he thought. Jeagers black boxers were tight. You could see the huge bump on them. You knew it was big. He finally pulled them down. Fuck. It was huge. You were excited yet scared. You compared to him was like a bunny and a fox. He was much bigger. And You were fragile. He knew that. He didn’t want to break you. So he took his time. “Mr. Je-“ “call me eren.” he put his hand on your cheek caressing it. “Eren.” You whispered

He moaned loudly. He’d been wanting to hear your pretty mouth say his name. He never imagined it to sound so good. You opened your legs wide, giving him a signal to continue. “Ready?” Eren licked his lips. You just whined in impatience. He rubbed his cock against your folds slowly, finally inserting himself inside you, catching you by suprise. A loud gasp escaped your lips. As the pain entered your body. You clinged to erens shoulders. Gripping them with your long nails, it just turned him on even more. “Fuckk- you feel s-so fucking good baby.” You just moaned at his compliments. He was so good with words, and even better with his cock. “Please eren, faster.” The pain quickly left, and your body was filled with so much pleasure. His cock crashing inside your warm walls was true glory. “Baby, you like this big cock huh? You like your teachers dick so much don’t you baby?” Eren put his forhead against yours, you looked into each other’s eyes. Those green orbs were mesmerizing. You could look into them forever. “Yes sir, fuck I love your cock so much.” You put your head up chuckling in pleasure. “Mm baby cmon, cum on my big cock baby, I know you can do it.” Eren put his hand on your cheek. You didn’t need to hear any more. You let your juices go by, covering his dick. The liquid fell down your leg, dripping from erens cock aswell. He pulled out from you, you held his cock jacking him off. his cum squirted onto your hand. After a few momment of silence, putting back on and adjusting your clothes. You felt two strong arms around your waist feeling a chest on your back. “Meet me tomorrow after school for tutoring, you have a lot to catch on.” Eren whispered into your ear. A smile formed on your lips.

[tgirlblogger]

Dear Diary,

Cw: Eating Disorder, Suicidal Ideation

I've fucked myself over today and it is entirely the fault of my own. Genuinely I've just consciously decided not to study not to do anything useful at all the whole day and I'm just genuinely fucked. Really just fucked.

I fell asleep at like 2 and woke up at around 7 today, and its just genuinely been a horrible day for me. I woke up at 7 because I had to go and volunteer for my 40 hours, and like I generally like the need for 40 to get your OSSD. It prepares the youth for the workplace and helps out the community and stuff but like since I'm the one putting in the effort I get to complain. But like honestly it isn't that bad volunteering. I just sit around and sign people in, honestly I could see myself becoming a receptionist or a secretary if my life continues going to shit like it is right now. I have a lot of respect for the girl who's shift is after mine because she seems old enough to not need to volunteer (she has a tattoo! It's really cool.) so I guess shes just doing it for the community. Which is honourable.

I'm dreading the fact that I also have to volunteer on Monday, and like the Monday shift isn't easy at all. I have to just stand around and help a basketball coach teach these little girls how to play basketball, and like I haven't played basketball or really exercised in a long long time so I just sit around and do nothing for a whole hour. It genuinely just really really sucks and I dont want to do it but it was the only job available and i need my 40 hours done this year because I have to do CAS stuff in grade 11 when I'm in proper IB.

Honestly I'm really kinda worried about IB just in general. You have to do a whole other set of exams and like shit dude I barely passed English last year, you're telling me I have to write like 3 essays in the span of an hour? I could barely write 1 across the span of multiple days. I just don't feel like I'm prepared at all honestly. And like my grades are shit. I just got my science mark back and its like a 92 and my teacher was a nice teacher too! Last year's science was in the seventies. The school also has a reputation of not having the best science department either, which sucks because your science is like the one thing that really matters for universities too. Just generally I dont think I can do this, but Im not gonna drop out. This is literally all I have. If I drop out I dont think I can live.

And like my work ethic is honest to god shit. I have to study for math and history since the exams are on monday and tuesday respectively and like Im so fucked. I can probably do math without studying but I know jack shit about history and since I have volunteering on monday I cant exactly study then so I just have like the little bit of today and all of tommorow to study the whole course. I really just fucked myself big time. And like another thing even if I get an a hundred on all of this shit, what is it gonna do for me? Like my math mark is a 96 right now, this exam is 25% of my mark, if I get an a hundred I can make it a 97. Its not really a good motivator for me.

But whatever, so instead of studying like i shouldve I just sat at my computer and played minesweeper and minecraft and scrolled tumblr all day long and I didnt even have a bit of fun. I probably would have had a better time studying honestly. Or doing literally anything else.

My mom got home at like 4, she got me a bubble tea as a present for probably some good thing I did in the past. And like thanks mom. And like I drank it all and it was super good but like I didnt want to drink it. I measured yesterday and like I got all the way up to 115 pounds. And like holy shit. I haven't really had the motivation to throw up lately and I've been eating more and like thats healthy, but I don't want to be healthy. I want to be 100 pounds and to have my skin wrap around my bones and to be in constant pain all the time. Like I don't think I could even half like myself if I got over 120. Like thats fatphobic and I should definitely try to be a better person but like. I don't really have anything to defend myself. I'm just a bad person for this. I don't really know why I'm like this, I just feel an disgust at anything on my body that doesn't have muscle or cartilage or bone near it and like I haven't touched or really looked at my midriff in weeks because it just feels so bad. But I'm a bad person. I'm a really really bad person for this. And I don't know how to change. And there's just an overwhelming thing in my brain that doesn't want me to change. And like no amount of self hate will do anything for me. No amount of saying Im a bad person will make me a good person. In fact saying this is just making me worse and worse because I just can't be like this. Its giving a sense of awareness that I just simply do not have. I want to change but I dont want to change and its fucked. I want to be skinny but I want to not want to be skinny. I want to be a better person. And no amount of self flagellation will get me there but I cant do it. I just genuinely cant. Its just something wrong with me and like im going in circles of 'im a bad person' and 'i cant change' and so on and so forth. I dont know.

I hate who I am. Im disgusting and horrible and awful and everything I do is bad. And in saying that but not changing Im a worse and worse person. I just don't know.

Anyways dinner was fine. Like it was rice duck and cauliflower. I tried to eat light, and I think I succeed, but like I don't think its enough. I just dont want to eat anymore. Its genuinely disgusting having this shit in your stomach. And I probably dont have the time to throw up today either. Sometimes I think that like what I have barely counts as an eating disorder. I skip lunch on weekdays and throw up like once a week. Thats weak shit honestly. I want to skip dinner on some days as well. I want to throw up everyday. And when its out I want a lot to be out, not the small weakling stuff I've been getting out recently.

I've been finding myself yearning for a time when things were worse. I've been finding myself yearning for it a lot. I really want to kill myself but I just don't have the courage to do it. If I really wanted to I could run out in front of a car (i live near a major road) or shatter a mirror and slit my throat or just go in the middle of the knight and kill myself with a kitchen knife, but I don't. I don't because of a platitude of reasons I tell myself, but the biggest reason is just that I don't want to kill myself. I want to do something that looks a lot like I want to kill myself but I still want to live. And I don't want that. I want to feel like I did last summer, when shit sucked. I want to know again how it feels to want to go to sleep and not get back up.

Like I feel like I need someone to fix me. Someone whos there for me you know? But I don't have anyone in my life who I even really like being with. I have friends, but they're more acquaintances than friends. I don't know. Maybe I don't deserve to be happy. Maybe I deserve to rot and suffer. In a little bit of my heart I hope I do.

[cyberphuck]

If you're still doing tarot readings do me pleaaaaase 🥺

Oh, it’s been slow going, and everyone is fucking pissing you off because they are not doing their jobs and because of them, you are being held back. Maybe it’s time to get away.

I’m going to talk about the knight of pentacles first, because he is a Taurus and I know you are too. This guy is a workhorse, not the fastest or the most talented, but he’s putting one foot in front of the other and making slow, incremental progress and not letting anything distract him from it.

Meanwhile, the three little shits in the three of pentacles reversed seem like they’re never paying enough attention to their work and when they do decide to get something done they give the absolute most C minus effort they can. I think this card is telling me that you are part of a team, but like every school project there’s one person who does all the work while quietly hoping that they can ask the teacher to be graded by themselves so they don’t get pulled down by these guys.

The first card, the six of swords, is one that’s puzzling me, and hopefully you will find more meaning in it than I can. The six of swords shows a man in a boat, taking himself and (in the Rider-Waite version) a few other passengers across water. The card indicates that sometime soon would be a good time to get away, maybe even deciding to move to an entirely different place. Whether it’s just a transfer or an extended vacation or an apartment swap, the six of swords says that the very last day of January or the first week of February is going to be a good time to travel. Combined with the rest of the spread, I’m wondering if you’re thinking of moving to greener pastures to get away from a very frustrating and unrewarding work life.