#thanks for helping in math class you rock

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The forbidden in his eyes

Go hyun-tak x Sieun Sister!reader

Part 2 of UP to two Read this first I beg you

The reader has a shy character in this story

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Initially, Si-eun wasn't wary.

Hyun-tak was always the quiet one, but he saw everything. A quiet rock. He never took the lead unless necessary, and yet, he was always there when needed. That was his strength. And it was surely what had reassured Y/N, even if she didn't say it.

It was gradual.

The first time was a quick trip to the local park. A break between classes, a desire for fresh air. Humin had yelled at pigeons, Juntae had gotten lost in his own thoughts as usual, and Si-eun had seen, in the distance, Y/N sitting on a bench. And Hyun-tak… standing next to her, offering her an ice cream. She had smiled. He had looked away.

No one said anything. But Si-eun felt it.

That something, there. Slight but very real. An invisible thread between the two of them.

It intensified over the weeks.

Y/N, usually reluctant to stay in overly noisy groups, more often agreed to join them. But not for them. For him.

"Is Gogo coming?" she would sometimes ask, in a detached tone that was anything but innocent.

The first time she called him that, "Gogo," everyone burst out laughing. Except Hyun-tak, who turned beet red.

"Why do you call him that?" Humin grumbled.

"I don't know. Gotak, it's ugly. Gogo, it's softer."

And as if it were obvious, it stuck. Gogo this, Gogo that.

Even Juntae smiled, with his enigmatic look. But Si-eun frowned. He didn't say anything that day. He just watched Hyun-tak out of the corner of his eye.

Y/N was tactile. That wasn't new.

She'd cling to his arm when they walked together. She'd rest her head on his shoulder on the subway when she was tired. She'd take Si-eun's hand without warning, like when she was little. And yet… it wasn't the same with Hyun-tak.

It was never her who changed. It was him.

Every time she placed her hand on his shoulder, Hyun-tak became stiffer. Every time she laughed at one of his jokes—and only his—he would pinch his lips to keep from smiling too broadly. And most of all… he'd blush. Like a living blush. guy...

Every single time.

And Y/N? She saw nothing.

She continued to talk, to laugh, to tug on his sleeve, to complain about her homework, to thank him for a snack, to sit just a little too close.

But it was always him who looked away. Who pretended. Who whispered to himself: You don't have the right.

Hyun-tak knew.

He kept telling himself it was stupid. That it was temporary. That she was fifteen, and he was seventeen. It wasn't much, maybe. But in his head, it was a barrier. A forbidden line. He told himself he wasn't good enough for her.

Not smart enough. Not strong enough. Too used to solving problems with his fists. Too awkward with words.

And yet, he couldn't help but stay. To be there. To reach out when she stumbled. To give her his jacket when she was cold. To send her a message at night when he knew she'd had a bad day.

She didn't always reply.

But when she did, it was with these simple little words:

- Thanks, Gogo.

- You save my day.

And he would sit on his bed, phone on his chest, eyes closed, his heart a little too heavy.

He didn't have the right.

But he didn't want to distance himself either.

One afternoon, they found themselves alone, without the others. Y/N had invited him, almost without thinking.

"Can you help me study for math? Oppa's not here, and I hate equations."

He hesitated. Just for a second. Then he accepted.

At her place, it was quiet. Clean. A little messy too. Books, folded clothes, snacks hidden in a corner of the desk. She was comfortable. He, less so.

She had put on an oversized sweater. Did it belong to him? He preferred not to ask.

She sat on the floor, legs crossed, the textbook open in front of her.

"Explain this to me," she said, pointing to a problem.

He knelt beside her, tried to explain.

She understood quickly. And smiled.

"You're really not dumb, Gogo."

"You're better than you think you are."

"You're cute when you say that like it's nothing."

He looked at her. A little too long.

She didn't even notice.

That evening, Si-eun came home early.

He found them both in the living room, bent over a notebook. Nothing suspicious. Just… too close. Too fluid. Too natural.

Y/N looked up and said, cheerfully:

"Oppa, Gogo saved me from despair!"

Hyun-tak stood up, nervously, hands in his pockets.

"I'm going to go."

He avoided Si-eun's gaze. Y/N, meanwhile, continued to put her things away as if nothing had happened.

But Si-eun felt his stomach clench.

It wasn't that he didn't like Hyun-tak.

It might even have been the opposite.

He was the most reliable of them all. The one who fought without hesitation to protect others. Who had never betrayed, never lied, never fled. When they were in trouble, he was the one who stood firm without thinking. He was loyal, upright, courageous.

But Si-eun was struggling.

Too much.

To see him look at Y/N like that.

With that mixture of silent admiration, contained tenderness, and guilt. Si-eun saw it. He read it in his gestures, in his silences.

That look… it didn't belong to a mere friend.

But he said nothing.

Not yet.

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A few days later, it was a rainy day.

Y/N had missed her bus. She had called Hyun-tak. Not her brother. Him.

He had run to her stop, found her soaked, shivering. She had tried to joke.

"You're allowed to tell me I'm an idiot, go ahead."

He removed his jacket without answering and placed it over her shoulders. Then, simply:

"I can't leave you like this."

They walked slowly, under an umbrella that was too small. She laughed. He blushed. And in that fine rain, he had wanted to take her hand.

But he didn't.

He didn't have the right.

Si-eun watched them from afar.

He still said nothing.

But his fists sometimes clenched, for no reason. His gaze became harder. Not towards Hyun-tak. Nor towards Y/N. Just… towards this reality he couldn't control.

He wanted to protect her. Like before. Like always.

But he also knew… that he couldn't keep her away from the world. Not forever.

And most of all, that she would choose him herself.

Even if she didn't realize it.

Even if "Gogo" remained a silly nickname in the eyes of others.

For her, he had become a landmark.

And that…

that scared Si-eun more than anything.

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POV Hyun-tak

He should have backed away long ago.

He knew it.

He had known it the first time she ran to him with that smile too big for her still-round cheeks, when she grabbed his arm without asking permission, when she called him Gogo as if it were normal.

No one called him that. No one dared.

But she did. Without thinking. Without barriers.

And he said nothing.

He should have pushed her away, acted distant. He didn't. Because he was weak. Because in this world of chaos, blows, pain, and silence, she was light.

Not a blinding light.

A gentle flame.

Something rare. Fragile. Terribly alive.

Y/N was tactile. She always had been. She clung to the people she loved. She tugged on sleeves, tapped arms, leaned back without warning, slipped her fingers into his without realizing. And with him, it was worse.

He had tried everything to convince himself it meant nothing. That he could handle it. That he could be the one who stayed, solid, unmoving. But sometimes, when she laughed, gently hitting his shoulder, when she clung to his bag, he wanted to scream.

Scream at himself.

Because he felt too much. And she, nothing.

Not like him.

She was at an age where you live through others. Where you heal through those you think you understand. She didn't see his glances, his silences, his trembling. She didn't feel the tension in his arm when she unexpectedly hugged him. She didn't see the fire burning in his chest when she half-fell asleep on his shoulder during bus rides.

She was just herself. Spontaneous. Carefree. Without malice.

And he…

He was drowning.

He suspected Si-eun had noticed.

He wasn't blind.

He felt his gaze linger longer, heavier, when Y/N shamelessly clung to him. He saw his jaw clench, his fists tighten. He recognized that tension in his eyes, that fine blade of worry beneath his voice.

But that day, it was no longer suspicion. It was fire.

They were alone. In front of the high school. The others had left. Y/N too.

Si-eun had called him in a calm tone. Too calm. He knew that tone. It was the calm before the storm. The one used when words become more powerful than shouts.

"We need to talk."

Hyun-tak said nothing. He nodded.

They stopped at the corner of a building, by the wall, where no one lingered at that hour. It was grey. The cold wind whipped their faces.

And then Si-eun spoke. Straight into his eyes.

"You're going to stay away from her."

A blade.

Simple.

Cold.

Hyun-tak didn't flinch. But his heart skipped a beat.

"Did you hear me?"

"I heard you."

"So?"

"I… I understand."

A terrible silence.

But Si-eun didn't let up.

"Do you think I hate you?"

Hyun-tak clenched his teeth. His gaze trembled.

"No."

"Do you think I take you for a jerk?"

"No."

"Then why haven't you moved? Why do you let her cling to you? Why do you look at her like that?!"

The voice rose. And the blow landed—not a fist. Just a mental slap. A sharp word.

Hyun-tak opened his mouth. Then closed it. He felt tiny. Ridiculous. Ashamed.

But he had to speak.

"Because I love her."

The word was uttered. Slowly. Like a secret being buried. A pain being bled.

Si-eun took a step back. Not shocked. Not surprised. Just… broken.

"You love her?"

"I know I don't have the right."

"You love her?!" Si-eun repeated, his voice broken this time.

Hyun-tak felt his breath shorten.

"I love her like you love what you've never had. Like a fixed point in an unstable life. I love her because she smiles like she's never suffered. Because she still sees beauty in ugly things. Because she truly laughs. And because, when she touches me, I feel like I exist."

A silence fell.

Hyun-tak wiped away a tear before it fell.

"But I won't do anything. I swear. I never have. I never will. I'm not that kind of guy. I already hate myself enough."

Si-eun lowered his head.

And then, in a whisper:

"I respect you, Hyun-tak. You're my friend. You've saved me more than once. I'd trust you with my life. But my sister…"

He looked up.

"My sister isn't just someone. She's all I have. She's the only person I've ever wanted to protect, before myself. Before everything. You were there when she was broken. You saw her in pieces. You saw how she put herself back together. And you're important in that too. But now…"

He paused.

"Now you have to choose. Either you keep making her smile, in silence, from a distance. Or you leave."

Hyun-tak didn't answer immediately.

He felt his heart screaming. His throat was dry. His eyes burned.

But he nodded.

"I'll keep my distance."

It was a lie. Not about the action—he would do it. But about the pain. He knew he would stay. That he would burn in silence. That he would live beside her, without ever having her. That every time she touched him, he would turn away. Every time she spoke too close, he would step back. That he would become a wall.

And it would hurt.

But he would do it.

For her.

For Si-eun.

For himself.

Because sometimes, loving means staying away.

That evening, he went home, alone. He locked the door. He sat on the floor, back against the wall.

He buried his head in his arms. And he cried. Silently.

No sobs. Just tears. Burning. Relentless. Uncontrollable.

Because sometimes, the heart doesn't understand that what it wants, it cannot have.

And that even sincere, tender, honest love…

… can hurt.

And be forbidden.

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POV HYUN-TAK

Distancing himself from her. He had decided.

It was what he had to do. What Si-eun expected. What a good friend, an honest man, would do. Not what he wanted. But since when did desires have a place in this kind of equation?

So, he put distance between them.

It wasn't brutal. Just… gradual. He replied less. No longer laughed at her jokes. No longer allowed himself to be touched. When she walked past him, he pretended to be distracted. He no longer responded to her nicknames. He no longer looked at her. At least not when she could see him.

She understood.

Not everything. But enough.

Y/N wasn't stupid. Nor blind. She had first thought it was a passing mood. Then, she insisted, a little. He held firm. Until she confronted him.

"Why are you ignoring me?" she blurted out, her brows furrowed, a tremor in her voice.

He took a deep breath.

"I'm not ignoring you. It's just… better this way."

"Better for whom?" she retorted, her voice higher.

He clenched his fists. She was there, in front of him, two steps away. Her presence consumed him. She didn't understand. And he couldn't explain.

"Y/N… I'm tired. That's all."

That's all ? A lie.

She stared at him for a long time, her lips pressed together. Then she whispered:

"It's my brother, isn't it? He said something to you."

He didn't answer. And that was the worst mistake.

She took a step back, her face frozen. Tears didn't come easily to Y/N. But her gaze… it was broken.

"It's him. You're not saying anything, so it's him."

She turned on her heel. Without another word.

Later, he learned they had argued. She and Si-eun. It wasn't common. They were bound by years of silent survival, of shared pain. But this time, she had confronted him. And Si-eun hadn't denied it.

He didn't know what they had said to each other. But the next day, she walked past him without a word.

And that… that hurt more than anything.

He swore to himself to hold on. Because even if it tore him apart, it was better this way. She needed to be free. To grow up without him in her footsteps. To become who she was meant to be, without his burning glances at her back.

But Y/N… she was a flame. And flames don't accept walls.

One day, she came back to him. He was sitting on the steps behind the gym, where he often went when he needed air.

She sat next to him without saying anything.

The silence was thick. Almost heavy.

Then she whispered:

"I'm mad at you."

He turned his head towards her. She was looking straight ahead, her legs pulled up to her chest.

"You don't understand what you mean to me. And you disappeared without warning me. Without telling me why. What do you think I am? A child? A clinging girl? I'm not stupid, Gogo."

The nickname echoed in his chest. He had to close his eyes to keep from faltering.

"Y/N, I…"

"Shut the fuck up."

She was trembling. Not from cold. From anger.

"Do you think you're helping me? You're hurting me. You're hurting me like no one else."

He didn't answer. He couldn't. Because if a single word crossed his lips, he wouldn't be able to stop. He would tell her he loved her, that he dreamed of her, that she haunted his thoughts. And he didn't have the right.

A few days later, they all got caught up in a situation that went bad.

An old score to settle with a former group. Nothing new. Except this time, Y/N was there.

She shouldn't have been there. She was never there when things got serious. But that evening, she had decided to follow Si-eun and the others, despite her classes. Maybe to keep an eye on him. Maybe to prove something to herself.

When Hyun-tak understood what was happening—the ambush, the familiar faces of those who came for them, the improvised weapons in their pockets—his blood ran cold.

He searched for Y/N with his eyes.

She was there. Too close.

"Y/N. Leave." His voice was firm.

She frowned.

"Huh? No, why?"

"Leave! Now!"

"But I…"

"Y/N! GET OUT!"

She flinched. He never yelled. Never at her. She remained frozen.

Then he grabbed her arm, pushed her towards an alley.

"You have to leave. Run until you hear nothing more. Do you understand me?!"

"But why? It's not serious, I can—"

"You shouldn't be here! Don't you understand, damn it! I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE!"

She opened her mouth. And saw it.

The look.

That of a boy who is scared. For her. Who trembles at the mere thought of her being touched. It wasn't anger. It was raw panic. Naked.

She backed away. Slowly. Then she turned on her heel.

He watched her disappear. And at that moment, he felt something within him collapse.

He had just yelled at her. Forced her to leave. As if she were a burden. As if she were a problem.

But she was none of that.

She was the only precious thing in this rotten world.

And he had pushed her away again.

The fight was short. Violent. A little disorganized. They got out of it. But in Hyun-tak's heart, something had frozen.

He wasn't afraid of dying. He was afraid she would be hurt.

When he got home that night, he clenched his fists so hard that his nails left marks.

He sat on the floor, back against the wall. Again.

And he hated himself.

Y/N, for her part, didn't come back to him in the following days. Not like before.

She looked at him from afar. Her eyes dark, hurt. Silent.

She didn't know he loved her. But she knew he had pushed her away. She knew he was keeping his distance. And for her, that was already too much.

And him?

He acted as if he was fine.

He smiled in front of the others. He laughed with Hu-min. He listened to Juntae. He talked with Si-eun, as if nothing had happened.

But as soon as she entered a room, he stopped breathing.

Because love, true love, isn't happiness.

It's a constant burn.

A fire that cannot be extinguished.

And that must be hidden so as not to burn everything down.

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For the past few days, a new sensation had been forming within Hyun-tak. A burning he had never felt before, and one he couldn't name at first. It wasn't disgust. It wasn't jealousy. It wasn't sorrow. It was anger. Pure. Cold. Muffled. Against Si-eun.

Because he had seen Y/N crumble. He had seen her struggle against rejection, against incomprehension, against a suffering that was far too heavy for her still-teenage shoulders. And Si-eun had let her down. He had his reasons, Hyun-tak was sure of it. But that excused nothing.

He resented Si-eun for imposing this distance. For looking him straight in the eye and telling him to stay away from her. He resented him for hurting her.

And most of all, he resented himself for listening.

That night, he was on his bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. His phone vibrated once, then a second time. An alert. The location app they had installed together, as friends, as a joke. Y/N was in a weird place.

He frowned. A nightclub?

He called Si-eun immediately.

"Why is Y/N in a damn club?!"

Silence on the other end of the line. Then:

"What?!"

"Check the app. She's in a damn club. Explain to me what she's doing there?!"

He heard Si-eun's hurried movements. Then the call cut off.

Hyun-tak jumped up, pulling on a jacket. He couldn't wait. Not this time.

Y/N was already outside the club when Si-eun found her. She swayed, dishevelled, a tight black dress clinging to her slender hips. She was scarlet, her cheeks flushed, her eyes washed out by alcohol.

"What did you do, Y/N?! You just took off like that without saying anything?!"

She turned her head towards him and laughed. A bitter, grating, joyless laugh.

"You want to know? Nothing. I was just tired of being invisible. Tired of you, of Gogo, of your secrets and your orders."

He took her arm to drag her to the apartment. She walked with difficulty, dragging her feet. Halfway there, she collapsed onto the pavement, sitting down like a spoiled child.

"I don't want to go home!" she cried. "Let me go, I'm sick of you both!"

She was screaming. Hoarse, tearing cries. The kind that comes from too deep to be calmed.

"EVERYTHING is my fault, isn't it?! I don't have the right to exist as I want! I don't have the right to love the people I want! No right to live!"

"Y/N, stop…"

"NO! You're lecturing me when you've messed up my life! You and your damn silence! You're not my father, you're not even a real brother sometimes!"

And that's when Hyun-tak arrived.

He stopped dead when he saw her. Sitting on the ground. Her arms dangling. Her hair dishevelled. Her legs exposed. A dress too adult for her. A sadness too great for her body.

Something exploded inside him.

"Are you stupid or what?!" he roared. "Have you been drinking?! What did you do in that shitty club?!"

She looked up at him. And she smiled. A sad, defensive smile.

"Oh, Gogo. You came too. Great. Come lecture me too."

"Do you think this is a game?! What do you want to happen to you? Do you think we can protect you all the time, huh?!"

He was yelling. Loudly. His voice trembled. His fist was clenched, his breath short.

"Do you want us to find you in an alley, clothes torn and eyes empty?! Do you want to end up like that?!"

She sprang to her feet, stumbling.

"I'll do what I want! You're not my father either!"

"And do you think I want to be, damn it?! I-"

He cut himself off. Because he was about to say something he would regret.

Y/N was crying.

Big, painful, desperate tears. She hit her chest with her fist.

"You don't love me! No one really loves me! I'm just a damn burden!"

"That's not true!" Hyun-tak cried. "That's so untrue…"

But she wasn't listening anymore. She was still screaming. She was in ruins.

And so was he.

He took a step forward, then two. Then he stopped.

She was magnificent.

Not beautiful. Magnificent. Broken, lost, but so alive. With her red eyes, her dangling arms, her crumpled dress, her cries of pure pain. She was truth incarnate. And he loved her. God, how he loved her.

And he wanted her to hate him.

Because if she loved him… he could never let her go again.

He took her in his arms, without a word. She let him, empty. He slipped his back under her arms and lifted her against him. She was light. Burning. He carried her as one carries what one never wants to break.

She didn't speak.

Neither did he.

But their hearts screamed.

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The sun filtered gently through the thin curtains, caressing the sheets with a warm light. Y/N slowly blinked, her stomach still knotted with the emotions from the day before. It took her a few seconds to remember where she was: there, in Hyun-tak's living room, stretched out on the old sofa he'd always refused to change.

Her throat was dry, her head heavy. And yet, something else tore her from her stupor: voices.

Voices arguing.

Gotak's, first, nervous, laced with anger.

"You think that's enough for me ?! You put a barrier between us and now you want to act like everything's fine?!"

And Si-eun's, lower, tired. But sincere.

"I don't want to separate you anymore. You're the one who's angry. Not me."

Y/N slowly sat up, straining her ears, her heart beating faster.

"I tried to do what was right," Si-eun said. "I messed up. But I thought it was what I needed to do to protect her."

"You think by moving away from her, you're protecting her? Do you know how she felt when she looked at me, not understanding why I wasn't laughing at her jokes anymore? Why I wasn't brushing against her? Why I was changing paths when she arrived?!"

"I know."

"No, you don't know. Because you only see what you want to see. She looked at me like I'd become a stranger. She smiled at me even when she was sad, and I couldn't do anything."

A pause. Then Hyun-tak's voice, lower.

"I love her, damn it."

Y/N felt her chest constrict.

Hyun-tak continued, almost in a whisper, as if he no longer had the strength to hold it back.

"I did everything to tell myself it was stupid. That it was temporary. But every time I see her, every time she touches me without even thinking about it, it's like I fall a little more. I tried to detach myself. I failed."

A thick silence followed. Y/N didn't move, frozen.

Then, the door softly closed. The voices faded away.

She then noticed a sheet of paper on the coffee table. Familiar handwriting.

It's from Si-eun, she thought.

She picked it up, and read:

"Y/N. If one day your heart races, make sure it does so for the right person. Not for an illusion. Not for a crumb of affection.

For something that burns slowly, that remains.

You've always inspired me, even if I never told you.

You've always forced me to be better, even if I denied it.

I didn't want you to fall. But I made you fall. I didn't want to distance you from those who did you good. But I did. And I won't apologize with empty words.

Just... choose someone who never asks you to hide. Who looks at you like you're worth more than the world.

I think he already does.

Oppa."

Y/N put the paper down, tears welling in her eyes.

-

Hyun-tak was on the roof. As often. Sitting on the edge, legs dangling in the void, a can of soda in his hand.

She joined him, her heart both heavy and light.

"You don't smoke anymore?"

He startled slightly, turned.

"I don't know how to do it. Have you forgotten?"

She smiled. Then sat down beside him.

Silence settled, but not heavy. Sweet. Warm.

She turned her head towards him.

"You said you. loved. me."

He blushed. Lowered his head.

"You heard..."

"Every word."

He sighed, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

"I hadn't planned for it to come out like that. But it's true. It's even worse than what I said. I've loved you for months. Maybe more. You changed me, Y/N. You taught me to laugh at my own foolishness. You made me believe that maybe I wasn't so bad. And I was scared. Because I've always been the one people look at last. The one who protects but is never chosen."

He finally turned his eyes to her.

"But with you, I wanted to be the first. The only one. And I was ashamed to want it."

She said nothing.

And then, without thinking, she leaned in and kissed him.

A sudden, clumsy, desperate kiss.

She pulled away immediately, her heart pounding, terrified.

"Sorry! I thought... I believed..."

But he didn't wait.

He placed his hand on her cheek, gently, and pulled her towards him.

And this time, it was he who kissed her.

Slowly.

Tenderly.

With that modesty and intensity that don't deceive. As if he had waited a lifetime to do it. As if he was putting everything he had never been able to say into that kiss.

His fingers trembled slightly against her neck, but his lips were sure. Her heart beat fast, too fast, as if every second could break him or save him.

When he pulled back, she had her eyes closed.

He looked at her, a shy smile on his lips.

"It wasn't a fireworks display," he said. "It was a lighthouse."

She opened her eyes.

And smiled.

Her heart stronger. Clearer.

They didn't know where it would lead them.

But it was already there.

And it was true.

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When it Doesn't Fit ft. IVE Rei

Rei X BBC

The study room in the west wing of the school was always empty after six. Rei knew this. It was her sanctuary—orderly, quiet, hers.

But tonight, it wasn’t.

Marcus sat across from her, his long fingers drumming the table edge. His notes were scattered, illegible. He wasn’t even pretending to study.

“Are you going to keep staring or actually solve the equation?” she asked, lifting her gaze without lifting her pen.

He smiled. “You talk like a teacher.”

“I talk like someone who pays attention.”

“I do,” he said. “Just… not to the math.”

She didn’t blush. Not visibly. But her hand slowed.

Ever since Marcus transferred from overseas, he had drawn attention like a flame. The girls whispered about him in clusters—about his voice, his body, his cock. They giggled when Rei passed, teasing her with fake innocence. Class rep doesn’t even know what it feels like, they said.

And she hadn’t. Not really.

Until now.

“You said you needed help with calculus,” she said coolly.

He leaned in. “Maybe I just wanted to spend time with you.”

She stared at him for a long second. “Come with me.”

He followed her through the hallway, down the back stairwell, out into the dim street. Her apartment was two blocks from the school. Quiet. Spotless. And tonight, unlocked.

She turned to him in the entryway. “I don’t know how far I’m going to go,” she said plainly. “I don’t want pressure.”

“You won’t get any,” Marcus said, voice soft.

She stepped closer, reaching up to unbutton his shirt. “Then you can stay.”

His skin was warm beneath her palms, taut and smooth over muscle. He was solid everywhere, and the way he watched her—unblinking, patient—made her feel seen in a way grades and titles never had.

“I want to touch you,” she said. “But you don’t get to touch back. Not yet.”

Marcus nodded.

She guided him to the edge of her bed, pushed him down, and knelt between his knees. Her fingers teased his waistband, then pulled him free.

Even half-hard, he was big. Too big. But curiosity pulsed hotter than fear.

She started slow—kissing along the shaft, licking the head, tasting the salt of his skin. Her tongue traced veins like roads. His cock twitched in her hand, swelling with each breath.

“Does that feel good?” she asked, stroking him.

“Better than good,” he said, voice hoarse.

She took him in her mouth—just the tip, then a little more, eyes flicking up as she sucked. Not deep, but eager. Testing. His breath hitched. She hummed in response, cheeks hollowing as spit coated him.

When she pulled off, her lips were swollen, chin wet.

“My turn,” she whispered, rising.

She stripped slowly. Her blouse first, then her skirt, revealing soft white lingerie beneath. She unhooked her bra with one practiced flick and let it fall.

Marcus didn’t move. He just looked at her like she was a sunrise.

She climbed into his lap, straddling him, her bare breasts brushing his chest. “Can I trust you?”

He cupped her cheek, finally. “Always.”

She kissed him—soft at first, then deeper, hungrier, her body sliding against his. He groaned into her mouth as she reached down, lining him up beneath her. Her pussy was already wet, lips parted, pulsing with nerves.

“Go slow,” she breathed.

She pressed down—just the tip. She gasped. Her walls stretched, fluttered, clenched. She paused, panting. He held her hips steady, not forcing anything.

Another inch. Then another.

“Fuck—Marcus—so big—”

“You’re doing perfect,” he murmured, kissing her shoulder. “Take your time.”

She rocked gently, adjusting to the fullness. Every shift sent sparks up her spine. Then she dropped just a little deeper—and moaned.

Her body clenched. Her thighs trembled.

“I can’t take all of it,” she gasped.

“You don’t need to.”

She began to move. Small circles at first, then short, slow bounces. His hands moved to her waist, steady but respectful, letting her drive everything.

Sweat trickled down her spine. Her breath caught every time she sank an inch lower. Pleasure started to eclipse the sting—her moans growing more desperate, more raw.

“God—Marcus—I’m gonna…”

“Come for me, Rei.”

She snapped.

Her pussy clamped tight around him, her orgasm sharp and consuming. She shook above him, crying out his name, her body slick and twitching. Her rhythm broke—he held her steady, grounded her.

She collapsed into his chest, lips brushing his neck. “I want you to finish inside me,” she whispered. “Please. I trust you.”

He groaned, then thrust up once—deep—and came hard, spilling inside her in thick, hot waves. She gasped at the warmth, the fullness, the rush of it all.

They stayed locked together, bodies trembling, breath uneven.

Later, Rei sat up, legs still shaking, and reached for her phone. She took a photo—her skin flushed, thighs parted, his cum leaking slowly from her swollen pussy.

She looked at it once, then smiled.

“Worth the wait,” she whispered.

Marcus kissed her shoulder. “And the wait’s over now.”

[cherriies-snake]

Kisses & Pickups ✶⋆.˚

PAIRING : James Kelly x College!reader

WORDS : 766

WARNINGS : Age gap, James (33) & reader (23), mild sexual references at the end, rest is entirely fluff.

James Kelly is the type of guy who’s really thoughtful with you, even if you don’t ask for it.

Need help with a project? He’s already looking for ways to help, even if he doesn’t fully get it. Or when exam week is stressing you out so much that your hair is a mess, he immediately makes you a cup of tea and tells you to take a short break to clear your mind. Usually, those “short” breaks turn into cuddling sessions that never seem to end.

Of course, he would never admit in public just how much he loves those cuddly sessions full of hugs and sweet kisses.

Because let’s be real, James Kelly, the tough guy who works fixing cars, has tattoos all over his arms, and has even been to prison, totally matches with the kind of guy who lets himself be pampered by his cute girlfriend.

So, it’s no surprise that in the mornings, he wakes up earlier than his work schedule requires, just to pick you up and make sure you get to college on time.

The ride is usually filled with morning conversations about whatever interests you both, with the radio playing rock music, though sometimes you sneak in your catchy pop songs.

He pretends he doesn’t like them too much, but deep down, you know he loves hearing them, especially when it’s with you.

“There you go sweetheart, have a great day. And don’t forget, later I’m taking you for lunch.”

He said goodbye with a sweet kiss on your lips, which were warm as honey and soft as rose petals.

“Thanks, but Jamie, you know you don’t have to take me to college every morning. I can take the bus like everyone else.”

“I know you can, but I don’t want you to.”

And just before you could argue, he started the car.

No matter how many times you tried to explain it wasn’t necessary, he was stubborn about it. And no matter how hard you tried to hide it, you loved it.

Also, when he had a break at the workshop, he made an effort to pick you up when you finished, and today was no different since he promised to take you out for lunch afterward.

As soon as you walked out of the university, you could spot James’s car on the opposite side of the street, always so punctual, you thought.

“Just in time, right? How was your day, Angel?”

He asked sweetly as always while you climbed into the passenger seat.

“I think it was okay, some professors didn’t make their classes too hard today.”

You told him, sighing tiredly after a long day of studying, and not to mention you had probability homework for Monday, which was a total disaster for you because you hated anything related to math with all your heart.

“The only bad news is I have probability homework.”

Then you leaned back a little on the seat, looking at him like a puppy abandoned on the side of the road.

“Your favorite subject, huh?”

He said, laughing quietly since he knew you had even failed it once.

“Don’t worry about that right now, okay sweetheart? First, I’m taking you to lunch like I promised.”

He gave you that sweet smile he always did while gently caressing your thigh.

He knew exactly how to calm you down.

And just like that, he took you to lunch at your favorite diner.

Those vintage 50s-style restaurants with those cushioned red seats you love so much, and of course, the typical menu with burgers, milkshakes, and those kind of things you can get all day long.

Now, both of you were eating burgers and fries, you with a vanilla milkshake, and him with a chocolate one.

As he ate or rather devoured his burger, he got a little ketchup on the corner of his lips. So, you dipped your finger in a bit of saliva, leaned over the table, and gently wiped it off. His reaction told you that you caught him off guard.

And you love to do that.

He gave you that look, the one where he melts at any subtle and innocent touch you give him. Your soft hands contrasted beautifully when they touched his rough face, and James found it intoxicating.

Everything about you seemed so hypnotic to him.

That’s why he takes the time to take care of you and protect you, his sweet girlfriend, his little world, because he wouldn’t want to see his world shattered in tears because of something or, more importantly, someone.

Since he could be the only reason for your tears, something that only happened when his dick was completely inside you.

TAGLIST: @anakinstwinklebunny @bxbyysstuff @sinisterminist3r

[deerdoegone]

2009 AND WHY I AM IN LOVE.

EAST COAST BY ALEX G.

where have i been? i got two asks that noticed i seemed to dip, always in and out—touch and go. may took a nosedive for me, and i wanted an escape. no fireworks, no cool powers, nothing special that i could brag about once i got back, just the feeling of rain soaking into my clothes without the thunder. okay, maybe a lie—this is my contemporary version of the thriller that is westport.

YOU REMEMBER WESTPORT, RIGHT? good. which means you remember me! still the same girl as i would be here and in "original" westport. sweetly awkward, nauseously forgiving. girly geek, the same pink braces i have in this reality. deer in the headlights. chronic lover of all things that are adorable. tweemo meets princess prep. blackberry curve with a quiet ringtone. best friends with so-hee, always with so-hee. emotional twin to mabel pines. the human to nathaniel hare’s vampire, princess to his knight in shining fangs. diner dates. long drives around town in his busted 2001 toyota he bought off the local mechanic who had plans to scrap it. movie nights. sleeping on crumbled sheets in his small apartment on the outskirts of downtown, near the shore but still miles away from his hometown and quiet childhood.

WHAT DID YOU DO WHILE THERE? studied, for starters. i love to study and it's a beautiful art to me, in a very nerdy, shoved in the locker way. it also helps when my classes are all in things i already study here. except math. god, i hate this math class. i ate breakfast with my sister and had a rather boring morning, sitting around and watching reruns of supernatural. i have a chronic attachment to early seasons of that show, kisses to dvd for making me realize netflix cut scenes and changed them. cleaned my room, made coffee and talked with so-hee for an hour on the house phone, because i will be beating a dead horse in every reality. went walking around town, finding myself in every downtown crevice i could, dragging a stick across the chainlink fence of a construction area and getting as close to the beach as i could, staring down at it from the downtown clifftop railing. sat with nisa at her mother's salon as she got her roots touched up by her cousin; she went bronze brunette in june 2005 and never went back to black. got dinner at a local italian spot, run by a loud man who moved his family to westport from new jersey, said our town had no culture before he opened. kinda true? he gave me advice most small town shop owners give you as they hand off your plastic bag. studied more. did my usual jennifer check lying in bed routine while writing movie script ideas. the next day, i went to the lake near my house with my sister, then to work, and that was my weekend.

i've been here a month total, so far. i didn't script a time exchange, i kinda just don't believe in them because they aren't something you have to script i feel like? there are a thousand realities and a million doors to them, open the one where you last left off. or don't. open the one where a month has also gone by and your awareness jumps to you getting on the train to go clock in at your shift at bath and body works. do whatever works for you. speaking of.... bath and body works. you don't really forget you have a job or other priorities but i nearly missed a 2 to 6 on sunday because i wanted to sit by the rosewood lake all day. "don't you have work in an hour?" so thanks, mariah, for snapping me out of my trance over the sound of running water, but not the smooth running, the kind where it has to skip over rocks, so there's a hiccup or echo. it's weird, i know, but if you were there, you'd get it. everyone shift to westport and go to river/lake rosewood. my job is fun. i had ten minutes to get ready so i went to work in low rise jeans and a bare face. took the bus there and occasionally sidestepped my way through the crowd. my boss is a fifty-four year old woman who has platinum blonde streaks in honey blonde hair and chunky french tips, the ones carmela soprano has. she looks a bit like edie falco, too. adores me and gave me a cupcake from her daughter's birthday party the night before. we’re kinda understaffed, but the understaffed where it’s never a problem until we have big deals or holidays. for lunch, i had a texting session with nathan and a coca-cola slushie from the food court on the side. wasn't really hungry? i bought perfumes with my employee discount and nearly popped a blood vessel because i couldn't remember my employee number. bought vs pink clothes with that same employee number. ended my shift smelling like in-season autumn scents in a nauseating mix. don't ask how much i spent. it's embarrassing.

AFTER WORK, NATHAN PICKED ME UP. my parents came home from visiting my grandparents, who live in delaware. i fell asleep in mariah's bed after we watched always sunny in philadelphia in her room. smoked a cigarette before class with ava, gossiping about her maternal side of the family. went to class. made a fortune teller out of graded homework. turned in early work. turned in late work. stretched my legs because it's pushing to the last minute of class, and i wanna go home. went home. played the sims 3 for the rest of the day. had dinner with my family. got my nails done with so-hee and my mom. went shopping at hollister. finally went to the beach. had brunch at the local diner with nathan. lounged around with my mom's black cat, morticia. i don't know what to say. there's a lot to say and nothing at all because i feel like this might be boring? like oh, cool, my boyfriend is a vampire, but also it's nothing more than that. no mystery to his new identity, no 5AM by ex:re—the bystander anthem, no messy and action-packed life. the thing i feel like i'm supposed to say is that this reality is super cool and i'm living the supernatural dream, but it's really not like that. don't get me wrong: i love it. i'm having fun. i'm happy, most importantly, but whenever I shift, i get this wave of memories, thoughts, and opinions that remind me this is still just another life i live. i always feel self-conscious sharing because why does it always feel like that is what it's supposed to be? there's supposed to be a million stories of how i spend all day with my boyfriend, but i spend more time texting and calling him than i do seeing him twice a day because we are still just college kids with part-time jobs. there's supposed to be the coolest stories of how my vampire boyfriend turned me, and now we're living out our twilight fantasy, but i'm happy with where i'm at in my mortal body. there's no rush to bury myself in nathan's cold body, no rush to do a gazillion things i wanted to do before shifting, no rush for anything at all. it's the look of love i stare at him with, sewing with nisa and so-hee in optional home economics, and resting my forehead against cold tables when i get a 89% on my test because thank god. there aren't any fireworks like i said. it's just me. the same me who stays up watching tv, the same me who didn't learn to tie her laces until high school because she's autistic, the same me who goes "where's the rest of you?" when she sees people with the name aliyah because she's so accustomed to the double a. i script out the things i don't like about myself but it's still always me. i like this reality a lot better, and being me is never the problem.

THANKS FOR READING THIS MESSY WORD VOMIT!

[honeylations]

SEO DOAH x FEM!READER

Prompt: Doah studies as hard as she can all the time and luckily as her girlfriend, you’re there to help her take all that stress away

Warnings/Notes: eating 🐱, fingering, sub Doah, g!p reader, pretend the pyramid game itself does not exist so we can be peaceful

A/N: for our cutie patootie Doah and also for that anon that requested :3

It was around 7:45am when you walked into the classroom with your arms stretched out wide, seeing that the whole class was almost present.

But your eyes immediately moved to the front where your cute girlfriend was sitting, already going through one text book as her hand scribbled note after note.

Who would’ve thought you’d date such a cute quiet nerd? She was a big comparison to you. Obnoxiously loud, social, yet laid back with school work.

“Morning baby” you whispered in her ear and kissed her temple.

“Mhm. Good morning” she muttered in return.

Her eyes didn’t even leave the page.

“Wow. At this point, you love that text book more than me” you pouted, breaking Doah’s concentration.

She finally looked at you with her boba eyes, obviously trying to seem angry but anything she does just ended up being cute. “I’m studying”

“Oh really? I couldn’t tell” you joked while she scowled, pulling at your cheek.

“Sometimes I wonder how we ended up being together in the first place”

You winced from the pinch. “Ouch. I was literally asking myself that a few seconds ago. I guess it doesn’t matter, it makes our love story a bit cuter don’t you think?”

“You have a way with words, Choi Y/n” Doah smiled and looked down at her text book again.

You finally took the seat beside her and made a quick move to kiss her cheek before she could dodge it. “Mwuah”

“Stop it, I need to focus”

“Baby, you stress yourself too much! It’s time for a break... Are you even listening to me?”

Your girlfriend hummed.

“Doah baby, I’m serious. You need to remove all that stress before it eats you up” You scolded and the shorter girl removed her gaze from whatever paragraph she was on.

“And how can I magically remove all this stress, Y/n? Hm? Intrigue me”

Taking her words as a challenge, you slid an arm around her waist and pulled her closer that her chair scraped the floor. Doah gasped and her hands immediately went onto your shoulders.

“W-What are you doing?”

“You really wanna know how I can remove that stress? It’s an easy math equation. My mouth plus your body equals no more stress! Tada!

“C-Choi Y/n! We’re in public!” She whisper yelled, looking around to check if any of her classmates had heard.

You gave her your famous charming eyes, the one that made her fall for you from the start. “Please, my love?”

Oh and your charming words too.

“Behave”

You only smirked and leaned your lips close to her ear. “Don’t you miss my tongue, baby? I promise I’ll let you study in peace after”

Doah let out a shaky sigh. “You really promise?”

“Certain”

And just like that, you two were hiding in the teacher’s lounge thanks to Doah’s privileges. All doors were locked and the curtains had all been shut for privacy.

Although you weren’t entirely against the idea of an audience, your girlfriend would definitely burn you alive if any exhibitionism happened.

Doah was in your lap, her glasses had been discarded somewhere and her uniform was unbuttoned. She was releasing adorable moans while you lapped at her neck, being yanked away by the hair just when you were about to bite.

“No marks, Choi”

You couldn’t utter a quick response when she crashed your lips together, her small tongue pushing its way inside. It was an invitation for you to suck at it, letting it explore more of her mouth that the mix of your salivas were dripping down your chins.

It was so hot.

You were already painfully rock hard, the bulge poking at your girlfriend’s clothed entrance.

The shorter girl pulled away, admiring the string of saliva that connected your tongues. She moved off your lap to lie down on the long couch, bringing you with her.

She took her underwear off but every other clothing stayed. “I’m not taking anything else off. You’ve got 10 minutes to make me cum and then we’re out of here”

“Baby. I only need 5 minutes” you let out an arrogant scoff, quickly kissing her lips before shuffling down to rest in between her spread legs.

You pushed her skirt up and felt your mouth water at the sight of her soaked pussy. Not planning on wasting any more time, you leaned your lips towards her clit and sucked on it gently.

Doah’s back automatically arched, her hands going into your hair. “A-Ah!”

You broke away from her clit to move even further down, sliding your long tongue inside her cunt, groaning from her taste.

Your girlfriend’s hips started to gyrate, relishing in the feeling of you eating her out so good.

“O-Oh yes Y/n. So good baby s-so good!”

“Fuck I missed this” you pulled your tongue out to mutter before diving straight back in, wrapping your arms around your girlfriend’s soft thighs to hold her down.

Doah was a moaning mess, one hand was still in your hair while the other had pushed her bra up to toy with her nipples.

“Don’t stop please, baby”

You decided to return your attention to her clit, sucking harsher than before while plunging two fingers inside her wet hole.

You looked up as your ministrations continued and wow it was a sight to see.

Your girlfriend’s head was thrown back and the light that peaked out from the curtains shined a small spotlight on her body. Like she was an angel.

It encouraged you to double your efforts, thrusting your fingers faster, kissing her clit hungrily, intending to leave her in a sobbing mess.

You were almost there anyways.

“Ah, ah, ah….Y/n I’m going to cum!” She squealed cutely.

Your fingers reached deeper, feeling her walls clench around you. Doah released a final cry as she fisted your hair, legs shaking when you continued to clean her up and your fingers moving to a slower pace.

Pulling away from her, you looked up from between her legs and smiled proudly. Doah’s cheeks went redder at the sight of your mouth completely soaked with her cum.

“That felt so good” she sighed and flopped her head back on the couch.

You crawled up and captured her lips in another sloppy kiss, moving to the side to hide in her neck while you started panting. Doah felt movement between you both and she looked down, seeing you jerking your big cock.

“Mmm Doah baby” you whined.

“Keep stroking your cock like that” she whispered, letting you grunt and lick at her skin while you chased your orgasm.

“Hah…hah fuck gonna cum, Doah…”

“Sit up, let me see you”

You did as told and admired your fucked out girlfriend below you. Her tits were exposed and her cunt was still leaking more cum. You scooped up some of that liquid with your fingers and used it as lube, the hand on your cock moving faster.

“H-Holy shit Doah!”

“Here baby. Cum all over me” Your girlfriend husked and pushed her breasts out.

You aimed your cock towards her plump tits and exploded, closing your eyes from the intensity before laying on top of your girlfriend.

She caressed your back gently.

“Thank you, baby” you heard her say.

It was rare for her to call you by nicknames.

“For?” You panted.

“Taking away all the stress. I love you”

[lvve-talks]

Congratulations on 300 followers love!!! You deserve this and more, I'm so so happy for you. ❣️

What do you think of Art being readers tutor, except she's actually just faking not understanding anything because she wants to spend time with him.

"i just don't get it!" you huff for the fourth time while mulling over the same problem for an hour. of course, the answer is 47%, and the equation is pretty straightforward, but he doesn't have to know that you know that.

you're great at statistics. art is... average. but when you saw him sitting front row of your stat 202 lecture on the first day of classes you knew you had to have him. golden curls sitting so prettily above that sharp nose and blue eyes sparking behind those slutty glasses perched on the bridge of his nose.

after class one day in the second week, you tap him on the shoulder and ask if he understood anything the teacher was talking about.

"uh, yeah, sure," he answers, turning around to lean over your desk and explain confidence intervals while you stare at his cute pink lips the whole time instead of listening.

"you're really good at explaining things," you compliment despite not having listened to a word he had said. you learn that you really like how he looks when his face gets all warm and flushed.

"really? um, thanks," he pushes his glasses further up the bridge of his nose bashfully and you catch yourself wondering how that nose would feel buried between your thighs.

"do you think you could tutor me on this?" you ask sweetly, twirling your pen into your hair. "i'm like... so bad at math," you explain simply, lying through your teeth.

you can see him considering the situation in his mind. pros and cons, how much he really wants to see you every week or so. the answer is clearly a lot when he answers "yeah, i could do that. i have tennis practice pretty much every day, but i'm sure we could find time," he clears his throat when he's done like it took effort to get that many words out when you're looking at him like that.

"really? perfect!" you clap your hands together, a pleased grin breaking out onto your lips. "here, give me your number. so we can.. plan where to meet and stuff," you hand your phone over to him and he seems to get impossibly redder. how cute.

for the first few meetings, you'd meet at the library. you tell him with a pout that you got a c on the first test despite nailing it and you lean in extra close when he comforts you and tells you that you can still pass the class with grades like that, but that's why he's here to help!

you memorize his features and the inflection of his voice when you're supposed to be learning the central limit theorem and always ask him questions about home and tennis and his other classes to get him off track when you get bored of that.

you sit extra close to him, your thighs and your elbows brushing as you make him draw models on your notebook to show you how they work, even if his numbers are slightly off, you can't correct him.

you always wait for him to finish his tests in class first, doodling stars in the margins after you finish so that it doesn't look suspicious. you slowly work up to telling him your real test scores so he can feel accomplished as your tutor. once, when he asks you what you got on an exam, you slip up and casually say 95.

"what?" he asks, eyes wide, clearly astonished, "that's.. awesome."

"all because of you!" you cheer, quickly wrapping him up in a hug to distract him.

eventually, you convince him to start meeting in one of your dorms. it's so much easier than going all the way to the library after all. you lay on your stomach, head practically in his lap as he sits with his back to the wall, notebook or laptop conspicuously hiding the semi he's been rocking ever since seeing you sprawled out on his sheets.

it all comes crashing down one day when you're idly scrolling on your phone as he searches through your desk for some flashcards in preparation for the final exam. what he finds instead is your very first exam from the semester, a big red 100 penned at the top.

"what's this?" he asks, his heart pounding in his chest as he holds it up for you to see. it's unmistakable. your name penciled in at the top next to stat 202, section 4. and a fat red 100. even circled for emphasis and a little great job from your professor. the test you had told him you got a c on. the test he had barely scraped by with a b.

you glance up casually, your heart stopping in your chest as you register what he's holding. your eyes flick up to his, the expression on your face making it clear to him that you weren't expecting him to find that. "i.. um..." you start, not quite sure how to explain it away this time.

"what's the square root of 196?" he asks suddenly, like he's quizzing you. you can't tell if he's angry or not, his expression stony as he looks at you, only his blue eyes giving away the hint of betrayal.

"14?" you answer correctly, knowing you can't go about fooling him anymore.

he sighs, his hand holding the test falling to his side and his head falling back to look up at the ceiling.

"i'm sorry, art," you're immediately sliding off your bed to approach him, a regretful look on your face. and you really are. you didn't want to lie to him, not really, but you just had to get to know him.

"why did you lie to me?" he asks, finally looking down at you again, the hurt clear on his face this time.

"i'm sorry," you repeat, softer this time, intertwining your fingers with those of his free hand. "i just... i wanted to talk to you. to spend time with you," you try and explain, knowing it's still not exactly justified.

"you couldn't have just talked to me like a normal person? asked me to hang out, get coffee or something?" he asks and you cringe at the accusation in his tone.

"i just.. it was the first thing i thought of. and then i liked spending time with you so much, i just had to keep up with the lie or i thought i'd lose you and..." you trail off, looking down at your feet in shame. you know you betrayed his trust, you're simply praying he'll give you another chance.

he sighs softly again, his hand gingerly coming up to you jaw to tilt your head up to look at him again. "you're not going to lose me," he insists, his eyes looking much softer now as he takes you in. "but i think maybe you should be the one tutoring me," he teases, a small smile gracing his features that makes you sag with relief.

"i'm sorry," you sigh again as he pulls you into his chest. you wrap your arms around him, breathing in his scent and thanking whatever it is out there that's clearly on your side.

"shh," he shushes you gently, placing a kiss to the top of your head. "i forgive you. this time," he adds with a chuckle that inflates your chest. a second chance is all you need. statistically, you had to be much more likely to get it right the second time.

[i-may-be-an-emu]

hiiii👋🏼

I've been lurking around sfth tumblr for a while now and I absolutely love this community (Thanks for answering my anons!) I'm ready to come out from under my rock and interact a little I guess....

Anyway, so I wanted to introduce a friend to shoot from the hip and wanted to know which videos (longform/games) you would recommend for that. Thanks a lot:)

Helloooo so nice to meet you! :)

It depends on what your friend's sense of humour is like, honestly! Also their attention span when being shown new things- you want to hook them, so sitting them down and showing them all of one of the full length specials might be a bit much. (But if they're up for it, then by all means lol) I'd probably suggest showing them one of the short videos first and then showing them a longtorm, especially good if it's something in a genre that they enjoy.

As for which short videos- all of them are great imo- but for someone new to sith and improv in general, l'd probably say the following games are a good introduction:

From what l've seen people say I think Freezetag is a very popular game, Change is a quick concept to grab and engaging right off the bat and Genre is a really fun concept. Letters is also a very popular game, and l'd say that the switching between speakers helps to grab people's attention.

Some great short clips that l'd recommend:

Old age home (Change, yt link)

"I CAN SHOW YOU DESSERTS" link #1, link #2 (Genre, yt links)

"Daisy Left" (Change, yt link)

Is this a sexual moment? (Freezetag, tiktok link)

Letter of complaint about Your Mum- link #1, link #2 (Letters, yt links)

Overheard in IKEA (Change, yt link)

Letter to Ambulance Service (Letters, yt link)

He used to watch her in math class (Genre, tiktok link)

If they're less fond of cursing and innuendos then I have a yt playlist with a few videos that would be "safe" to show them :)

Longtorm recommendations based on genre:

Family sitcom style, exists in our reality:

The Milkman

The Neighbour's Under The Bed

All Eyes On Nigel

War-Romance:

The Leftenmost Window

Oh My God Is This A Joke

Horror:

Green Leaves On a Summers Day

Priscilla's Final Petal

Strange Noises From The Hole In The Wall

Gay:

Inside The Mysterious Cube

The Unrelenting Aubergine

The Mystery Of The Midnight Circus

Regency era-esque:

• The Off-Season

Fantasy:

Marigolds Bluebells and Hugh

Beetroots and Murder

Moist and Magical

The Phantom Of Hornchurch

Sci-FI:

And So It Begun

The Midnight Mystery (Scottish Batman)

[lipglossanon]

Radar Love

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A Little Savory tier commission for Immy<3

Word count: 1995

Thank you so much for the request! 💜

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, kissing, teasing, flirting, cockwarming, nipple play, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, math homework 🤭

proofread! But apologies for any mistakes | may have missed 🫣

Title from Radar Love by Golden Earring

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You didn’t think twice when Leon offered to help tutor you for the math test you were struggling to pass. And at the start, he was super helpful. Then, once you started doing much better at solving the problems on the practice sheet, he got a little more lenient, a little more intimate in his tutoring. 

“C’mon, little sis,” he grins at you, patting his knee, “sit on my lap and show me the problems you have left to work on.”

Biting your lip, you fidget with your skirt before finally moving to sit down on his lap with your back to his chest as you both face your scratch paper filled with equations. 

“Good girl,” he murmurs in your ear, chuckling when you shiver, “oh baby sis, you’re so cute.”

“Shut up,” you grouch, ignoring the arousal pooling in your belly at your close proximity to Leon. 

“Ooh, someone’s got an attitude,” he pokes your side with one hand while his other fiddles with the hem of your skirt, “don’t be so mean, I’m just trying to help my sweet little sister.”

“Uh huh, sure,” you snark, grinding down on his bulge, feeling his chubbed cock twitch against your ass. 

Hissing, he grabs your hip and slowly rocks up against you. 

“Such a tease,” he grunts, the hand by your skirt hem slipping underneath to tease across the gusset of your panties. 

His fingers quickly feel out your pussy to rub up and down your slit. 

“Mmm fuck, love this fat little pussy, princess,” he kisses the side of your neck, “gonna let me slide my cock in your tight, wet hole?”

Clenching the pencil in your hand, you grind back against his bulge, spreading your legs for him to tease your cunt through your damp panties even easier. 

“I’ll think about it,” you sass and he groans, fingers finding your clit and softly rubbing circles around it. 

 “C’mon, baby, just sit on my cock, don’t even have to bounce on it, just wanna feel that snug little pussy around my dick.”

You squirm as more slick fills your panties, “I don’t know.. I really need to study, big brother. I’m trying to pass this class.”

“Fuck,” he rocks against you a little quicker, “just cockwarm me while you study, princess. Promise I’ll be on my best behavior. Really wanna feel you.”

You hum, pretending to think about it although internally you’re pleased as punch that he’s begging you. 

You sigh good naturedly, “Is that really such a good idea? You’ve been pretty distracting.”

His fingers massage across your clit making your thighs jump as you bite your lip, eyes fluttering shut as pleasure bubbles up through your veins. 

“Pinky promise I’ll be good,” he kisses your neck again, “pretty please, little sis? With sugar on top?”

You giggle at that, “Okay, Leon. But if you really distract me, I’m kicking you out.”

“Thank you,” he enthuses in your ear, fingers quickly moving your soaked panties down and off your legs. 

Shifting your skirt, he pulls his sweats down to his knees, weeping cock now jutting up from between your thighs to rub against your slick pussy lips. He hooks his chin over your shoulder to look down at your lap. 

He lazily thrusts against your cunt, “Can I do this for a sec, princess? Looks so fucking hot.”

You nod, eyes glued to the fat tip of his cock as precum beads at the slit to dribble down his shaft. 

“Look at that chubby little pussy,” he groans, “fuck, ‘m the luckiest big brother, huh?”

“Uh huh,” you clench your thighs making him buck up a little harder, “so lucky I spoil you.”

“Yeah you do,” he readily agrees, cock rubbing against your cunt until you squirm against his lap. 

“Putting it in now, princess,” he murmurs softly, pushing the fat tip past your clenching hole until he’s buried all the way to the hilt in your wet heat. 

“Oh fuck, that’s it,” he hisses, teeth biting into your clothed shoulder, “so fucking wet and tight, y’got the perfect pussy, baby sis.”

Your cunt spasms and clenches down on his dick at his words. 

“Go on, work on your problems and I’ll let you know if it’s wrong,” he chuckles, big hands moving to your hips to grip them tightly. 

Tamping down the moan you feel wanting to break free, you try extra hard to concentrate on the paper in front of you and not your step brother's fat cock deliciously stretching you open. 

Leon nuzzles into your neck, brushing some of your hair away so he can kiss and suck the skin in front of him. 

“Leon,” you grit out, pussy fluttering around his cock as it throbs inside your slick walls, “behave.”

“I am,” he coos sweetly, “didn’t think something this small would get to you, princess.”

He nips at your neck and you whimper. 

“I mean it.”

“Okay, okay,” he relents, settling back in the chair, “since you can’t handle it, I’ll just enjoy myself with—“

“I can handle it,” you huff out, “I can handle whatever you dish out.”

“Suure, princess,” he mocks, “you don’t have to pretend with me.”

“Go ahead, big brother,” you grind down on his lap making him hiss, cock kicking inside your soaked cunt, “I can study just fine.”

“Yeah?” he hums before chuckling and kissing your neck, “let’s see if you can.”

Nothing happens at first. Leon runs his hands up and down your sides, groping your hips before moving down to squeeze your thighs. It lulls you into a false sense of security and you easily go back to working on your practice test. 

A gasp parts your lips when Leon’s hands sneak under your shirt to cup your breasts. Glaring at your paper, you ignore him although the slow drag of his fingers up to the stiff peaks of your chest makes your thighs tremble. 

Cupping your breasts in his hands, he circles your hardening nipples with his thumbs, brushing back and forth and sending little electric currents of arousal straight to your clit. 

“I don’t see you writing anymore,” he teases in your ear.

“I’m stuck on this problem,” you lie to cover up the fact Leon is making your cunt throb from playing with your nipples.

“Ohh,” he laughs, tugging on your hard buds gently before squeezing your tits, “let big brother take a look then.”

He leans over your shoulder and studies the paper on your desk. Humming, he keeps circling your sensitive nipples as he reads over the problem. 

“Big brother,” you whine, hips swiveling down to feel his cock rut inside your pussy.

He grunts and pinches your nipples between his thumb and the knuckle of his forefinger before soothing the hard buds by dragging his fingers across them. 

“It looks like you didn’t apply the correct formula, princess,” he breathes hotly next to your cheek, “try the quadratic equation.”

Body feeling like a live wire, you nod and go back to your schoolwork. 

“It looks like you’re pretty much finished though,” he kisses your jaw, “wanna move this to the bed?”

He tugs on your puffy nipples until you squeal and bounce on his lap. 

“I need to finish this, big brother,” you whimper as he keeps groping and teasing your breasts. 

“C‘mon, we can work on it later,” he tempts you, “let me rail your wet cunt until I fill you to the brim, little sis.”

It sends a hot thrill down your spine to hear Leon say that instead of just doing whatever he wants with you; it gives you a boost of confidence. 

“One more problem,” you compromise, “if you’re a good boy and don’t do anything else to distract me, I’ll let you take me to bed.”

“So bossy,” you can hear the smile in his voice, “deal, princess. I’ll be a good boy for you.”

That last part’s whispered in your ear and it makes you pull your shoulders up to your ears with a giggle even as more arousal pools in your belly. True to his word, Leon slips his hands away and holds onto your hips as he watches you work on your last math problem.

As soon as you set your pencil down, Leon is picking you up off of his lap, cock pulling out with a wet schlick that has you both moaning. He moves over to your bed, manhandling you back into his lap but this time facing each other. 

“Do good boys get to fuck that juicy cunt, princess?” He smirks at you, flipping your skirt up so he can rub his slick coated cock against your pussy. 

“Yes, big brother,” you lay your hands against his chest as you angle your hips and sink down on his cock with a whine, “good boys get my cute princess pussy.”

“Fucking hell,” he moans excitedly, “need it, princess. Sit on my fucking dick and ride me.”

Whining, you feel him bottom out as your ass meets his thighs.

“Pussy needed me to stuff her full, huh? Need big brother to wreck your perfect fucking pussy,” he rabbits his hips up into your squelching cunt, “tell me, princess.”

Your nails sink into his shirt, digging into the skin underneath, “Yes, yes, m’pussy needs big brother’s fat cock stretching her open.”

Leon kisses across your throat, sucking marks into the sensitive skin and making you squirm and buck your hips. With a snarl, he grabs onto your ass and bounces you faster on his cock. 

“That’s right,” he chuckles at your fucked out expression, “my sweet baby sis just needs her big brother to take care of her.”

He kisses you roughly, tongue and lips devouring your own as spit leaks down your chin. Mewling, you roll your hips down, grinding your clit against his pelvis and making you cry out into his messy kisses. Leon snaps his hips up, burying his cock deep in your throbbing cunt. 

“Wanna feel you milk my cock, princess,” he rumbles from low in his chest, “gonna give this hot pussy a nice creampie.” 

“Big brother,” you whimper, hands pawing at his chest as you rock your hips into his rough thrusts, the sound of skin slapping loud in the room. 

“That’s it, work my cock with that slutty princess cunt,” he hisses, one hand coming down to spank your ass. 

Squealing, you clench around him as he keeps slapping his hand down on your ass cheek.  

“Gonna make me cum, big brother,” you whine out, bouncing hard and fast in his lap, “gonna milk your cock so good.”

“Fuck me,” he groans, swapping to slap the other cheek, “such a tight cunt, princess. This little pussy’s just begging for a hot load, right?”

He angles his hips until his fat cock grinds against your g-spot on every thrust, tightening the band of arousal pooled in your belly.  

Reaching down between you, his fingers rub soft, quick circles on your clit. 

“Cum,” you mewl, “g’nna cum, big brother, Leon—“

A high pitched wail leaves your mouth, pussy clamping down on Leon’s dick— walls fluttering and milking him like crazy. 

“So good,” Leon fucks his cock up into your clenching hole, “milking me so fucking good, princess. Gonna stuff this fat pussy like she deserves.”

He curses under his breath and buries his cock into your soaked hole. Groaning loudly, his cock spurts rope after rope of thick, sticky cum inside your wet heat. Rutting his cock softly inside your cunt, he shoots off again and again, painting your pussy walls white with his load.

Once his dick softens, he pulls out of you with a sigh and you slump forward onto his chest. His sticky spend drips down your thighs onto his softening cock. 

“Mmm, wanna nap and pick it back up again?” He murmurs, petting down your back. 

“Sure, after we clean up though.”

He laughs, “You got it, princess.”

[dawnthefox24]

*Dev is looking at Peri and Irep but noticed that Peri is listening to music with his headphones helping him with his Homework* Dev:*looks at Irep* Irep do you know what kind of music he's listening to? Irep:*shurgs* No, also fractions. Do you know the fractions? Dev: Augh! No I don't pay attention in class, besides math is boring. Irep: *rolls his eyes but looked over at Peri before looking back at Dev*Alright I'll make a deal with you, we'll pause for now and since whatever Peri is listening to we can make fun of it okay. Dev: Oh God thank you! Peri:*looks over at them* Oh were taking a break? *Without warning Irep snatches the headphone before he plays the music out loud for them to hear* Irep: Sorry Cotton Puff we were curious and- Peri:*covers his face embarrassed as Monster by skillet is playing on full blast* Dev:*looks at Peri * Wow... Peri:*snatches his headphones back as he pauses the music* Oh haha, so funny and- Dev: YOU LISTEN TO ROCK MUSIC!? Peri: Y-Yes? Dev: I thought you were more of a...Well classical listener... Irep: How come I never knew this!? Peri: You would have made of me! Irep:*gasp and tries to fight off a smile* I-I reject that idea. Peri: *glares at him*Your grinning you prick! Dev: Shush Irep! Peri! Peri! How many bands do you listen to! Peri:*rubs the back of his neck* God well..I'm a Three Days Grace enjoyer. Dev: wow all these old bands... Peri: it was the 2000's Dev! Dev: I'm not saying that it's bad! I-I...*grumbles a bit* Peri & Irep:*now curious* What was that? Dev:*gets embarrassed* I-I never mind! Peri: No,no do tell! Irep: Yes please do tell Devin! Dev: *groans* I've listen to the late 2000's rock bands! Because I like it and Hazel introduced me to the Starset...And I told her I don't listen to that kind of music! But I lied! There a good band! Peri: Dev I love Starset! Irep: I must say you two have good taste and again Cotton Puff how dare you keep this wonderful information from me! Peri:*rolls his eyes* Okay enough about my music taste or whatever, we must continue work on the fractions! Irep & Dev: AUGH!! Peri:*sighs softly before getting an idea* Okay how about this, we do the fractions and then we can go to a concert to see Starset. Dev:... Irep: Really Peri...Like that's- Dev: FRACTIONS COME ON GUYS STOP BICKERING OR WHATEVER I NEED HELP WITH MY HOMEWORK!! Peri:*looks over at Irep and smirks* Irep:*looks at him and rolls his eyes before grinning* Such devilish work, alright Dev what's 1/3 + 1/5? Dev: *starts to show his work* 8/15! Peri: *rolls his eyes* Sigh...He did pay attention...

[nexstage]

Stars and Pyramids AU

The plushie

“And those were some of the effects of the instability of the USA economy during the Vietnam War. Now, as homework, I want a 10000-word essay about some of the most controversial methods used to improve the economy during that time. It’ll be for next Friday so take your time but don’t leave it at the last hour, ok? Good luck, kids!”

Right after the teacher bid them farewell, Mabel stored her stuff back into her bag pack and got up. The report for anyone, including her, resembled a giant looming on a defenseless village, but she had enough experience to face such huge tasks, especially because adapting to high school life without Dipper taught her to find ways to keep her grades decent no matter the subject. Although, if someone asked her, math and science were overrated at this point.

A piece of paper fell to the ground during her walk through the hallways. A bit of its contents warned her about the importance of the paper; her hand shot to to pick it up until another one grabbed it by the corner.

“Yeeesh, Mabes. You need to be more careful. Littering can be a big problem, you know?” A male voice teased her. The girl blushed a bit, thanking the boy sheepishly.

“Hey, Josh,” She brightened after recognizing him. “Excited for the new report?”

“Ennui and that are kind of the same thing. I bet that long, tedious essays will be the synonym for boredom one of these days.”

“Haha, yeah.” She smiled, scratching her head. Summer romance and romance in general had become a truck of good and bad memories, hidden in a corner of her mind. Meeting Josh in one of her classes, on the other hand, wasn’t that bad. She could admit she liked him but falling in love went to another level Mabel wasn’t interested in anymore.

She pondered endlessly if maturing and growing up had pushed away her desire for a romantic relationship. That fateful summer in Gravity Falls played in her head lots of times showing her Mermando, Gabe, the gnomes disguised, Gideon, helping Robbie get over Wendy, Dipper’s impossible crush on Wendy. The circumstances that built the romance around those memories were far beyond anything she had expected in a summer far away from home. From time traveler agents and devices to a hippy version of Cupid, you could say things were too messy for a real romance.

So yeah, in the past, romance was all over the place for Mabel. Now, bigger issues have replaced it. For example, keeping secret the fact that such a piece of paper possessed the design for Bill’s plushie.

“Hey, any reason why you were drawing a cartoonish version of the Eye of Providence? Are you into the Illuminati conspiracy theory or something?” Well, not that secret anymore, but Josh’s ideas were less than accurate.

“…Just a design for an experiment. I want to start my own business. A yarn plushie business!” She drew an arc above her to accentuate her words. “I think Instagram would be great to get everyone’s attention. Lots of followers and maybe one or two influencers!”

“Awesome! That gives me a cool idea! I have a cousin who has been working for an online business. She’s great at digital marketing and digital design. Maybe she can give you some tips.”

“That would be great,” Mabel tried to keep her smile as bright as she used to be despite the guilt from the lies. “But maybe later, Josh. There is a huge report to do and I want to get an A+. Anyway, have a good weekend!”

“You too,” he waved, grinning.

Mabel was relieved her hurry didn’t instigate any suspicion which worsened the guilt. She’d better begin with both things quickly or the weight of the lies would leave her unable to sleep.

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One thing Mabel wished right now, as she was engraving ancient runes in stones she had picked on the way home, was to have those tools artists used to carve in wood and rocks. Maybe indelible markers would’ve been better than knives but if she wanted this spell to be cast smoothly, she had to take necessary measures.

“Ouch!” A few droplets of blood dampened the carpet. Thank goodness it was dark red. She hurried up to the bathroom, washed her hands thoroughly, and put a bandaid on the wound. “Just two more stones and then I’ll make the Spell Core.”

She snorted at that name. It was one of her ideas after Bill showed her the runes. While it sounded fancy and mysterious in a fantasy-like way, the premise was simple: connect all the rune-engraved stones with yarn. It would be a rustic collar but she would put it inside the plushie to serve as a battery once Bill possessed it.

Honestly, it was kind of weird and convoluted. Why not just make a deal with her to possess one of her dolls or plushies? However, she’d rather knit a body for Bill to inhabit than let him near her beloved stuffed toys. She’d have to ask him later.

4 hours of hand-crafting later and the collar and the plushie were done. A wave of pride washed over her at her creations; a conflict surfaced in her heart knowing who would benefit from this but as long as she pushed on the deal to be communicated with Bill, maybe he wouldn’t do something catastrophic. Anyway, it was time to fill the plushie with fluff and the collar, and then once she contacted Bill, the rest would be easy.

“Now… My homework,” her hands were kind of exhausted from the knitting and making the Spell Core; alas, that A+ wasn’t going to be obtained with complaining so maybe a few more hours of research and draft writing before a little break.

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“You know, if you want our deal to be more interesting and beneficial to your love life, I could give you some advice on how to charm a guy. Or maybe make him fall to his knees for you~” Bill’s smuggy voice caught her by surprise. Since when they had made contact? Wasn’t she writing?!

Her eyes landed on the triangle who raised his hands, offended. “Hey, I love good mischief here and there, but my relocation is imperative so pissing you off is not the best idea. Besides, your desk and chair looked kind of comfy, didn’t they? No wonder we’re in the Mindscape right now.”

“Ugh! I can’t believe I fell asleep!”

“Look at the bright side, we can talk now. I’ve been getting a bit impatient, Star. You don’t wanna know how fast the Void is advancing.”

Mabel grimaced. “How long do we have until everything is a void?”

“A few months if we’re fast but I wouldn’t push my luck.”

“Then let’s put you inside the plushie already. I have some questions about it but that’ll be for later.” Bill suspected what kind of questions she would ask; he said nothing.

“Ok, step 1, draw a circle with my face and place the doll inside. Step 2, the incantation: leehw gnireets s’lliB,knil erihppas,llehs lairetaM.”

“Whaaaaaat? Is this another language?”

“No, I made the message backward. The original is ‘Material link, sapphire link, Bill’s steering wheel’.”

“How do you expect me to say an incantation backward?”

Shit. That’s right. This would be her first time using backward spells. “Ok, let’s make teaching you how to talk backward step 1. We’ll give it a few hours before you go to sleep and then we’ll begin the ritual.”

“Couldn’t it be on Saturday? What if Dad finds out about this? I don’t know how I will explain whatever I’m doing.”

“No no, Shooting Star, it has to be now. Trust me, this won’t cause a ruckus. Mistakes aren’t allowed in my relocation.”

She sighed. Oh well…

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3 am. Mabel had to congratulate herself for the feat of staying awake at such an ungodly hour despite the huge madness she was going to commit. And let’s not include who was her partner in this!

Bill’d better not scream in ecstasy because if he did, she’d burn the plushie with him in it. Wait, would that kill him? Never mind.

“Ritual circle? Check. Plushie and Spell Core? Check. Backward incantation? Kind of check? Ugh! Don’t screw this up, Mabel. Just focus.” She sat cross-legged in front of the circle, inhaled and exhaled deeply, and began. “Leehw gnireets s’lliB,knil erihppas,llehs lairetam. Leehw gnireets s’lliB,knil erihppas,llehs lairetam. Leehw gnireets s’lliB,knil erihppas,llehs lairetam. leehw gnireets s’lliB,knil erihppas,llehs lairetam. Leehw gnireets s’lliB,knil erihppas,llehs lairetam.”

She didn’t know how many times she repeated the sentence but the tip of her fingers felt a mix of glacier coldness and seething hotness. A spark of electricity popped out from the lines of the circle, an intense brightness emanated from the lines of Bill’s face and it crept into the plushie until it changed its color from yellow to dark blue.

Now the brightness has surpassed the levels of a neon sign from Las Vegas but Mabel didn’t let that distract her as she kept chanting endlessly. A few minutes later, her room and she were consumed by a blue-ish flash that went as fast as the blink of an eye.

A loud gasp was heard right after. “What the—?” Bill looked at himself. His cartoonish black legs and arms were now a mix of black yarn and thin rods. The rest of his body felt squishy and light. Even his eye had other consistency.

“It…It worked… Oh my gosh! It worked!!” Mabel exclaimed then clapped her hands over her mouth. She glanced at the door expecting his father to knock and ask why she shouted or if she had a nightmare. Thankfully, he didn’t.

“Welp, I have to hand it to you, kid. You have a talent for magic!” His hands touched the yarn-made top hat from his temporal body. More thin rods were also used to give it more structure like his limbs.

Aww, that was sweet! Even if it came from a maniacal, genocidal, talking nacho. “Good news is that no one else noticed this, but now that you’re in my house, you must stay as quiet. Super duper quiet. Also, tomorrow we’ll have an interview because there is something that isn’t adding up. For now, let’s just sleep.”

“Sleep?” Bill blew a raspberry. “Kid, have you forgotten—?” Too late. Mabel was already sleeping on the soft carpet.

Great. Perfect even, she is making him wait! Ugh!

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Meanwhile on Gravity Falls…

A high-pitched, loud beep echoed in the lab beneath the shack. A sci-fi-looking computer-radar showed in its black screen a singular point and a bit above it there was a sentence saying, “Unknown. Piedmont, California.”

[gooch-cancer]

Steven Meeks x (GN!) Piano Player! Reader

In which: You are a church pianist for the Welton church whose gentle melodies caught the attention of Steven Meeks

A/N: I am actually losing my mind. I'm grinding so hard for this story guys I PROMISSSEEEEEE!!!!! This is just some more yearning cuz I really wanted to like develop their friendship more and stuff. I think this is like the longest chapter i've written so far. would you guys love me if i were an ant would u stomp on me or feed me crumbs be honest. Prev chapter here:

Chapter 6:

The next day, Steven groggily sat up in bed. He turned his head and stared at Pitts while he slept, his back turned to him as he saw his side slowly fall up and down. He was so tall, his legs making up ninety percent of his body as the ends of his feet dangled over the end of the bed. Steven wished he was tall like that, maybe you would like him more if he was. He quickly shook the thought from his mind, it wasn't right to be jealous of his friend like that. Steven reached forward and put on his glasses, covering his mouth as a yawn escaped him. He ran his fingers through his hair as he sat on the side of his bed. The digital clock on his bedside table as it read six o'clock in bright red numbers.

He got up and stretched, the boys were supposed to wake up at seven and be in class by eight but Steven liked the quiet of the early mornings. He looked out the window and studied the frost laden grass, he felt the cold nip at his ears when he leaned forward to get a better look. He yawned again and wiped his eyes, walking over to his desk and turning on the lamp. He looked back over at Pitts who remained still, sleeping like a rock. As he sat down at his desk he tried to work on something but as usual he couldn't help but think of you. He wondered how you slept that night, were you a morning person like him?

If you weren't he imagined himself surprising you in the morning with breakfast. All of your favorite things he'd make just for you. He smiled faintly at the thought while he sharpened his pencil. Your tired eyes looking up at him while he served you, giving him a kiss on the cheek in thanks. He wanted to say that he loved you desperately, but he knew it wasn't right. He might not have been around many love interests but he knew what empathy was. He would've been freaked out too if someone confessed their love for him after such a short amount of time.

Besides, it's not like it matters. No matter how well he knew you, he would just fall deeper and deeper every time you played that piano. He wishes he could play with you. Maybe you could teach him. He pushed the thought away, he couldn't possibly. His mind was not made for such a thing, it was made for math and science. That was his only purpose. It would not stop him from dreaming however. He only finished around half of his homework before he heard the beeping of his clock. He turned his head and saw Pitts stirring in his sleep as the clock blared the time. Pitts slowly got up and yawned, blinking slowly over at Meeks direction as he took in his surroundings. It wasn't odd to him that Meeks was up this early, it was routine to him, but it was like every day he woke up and completely forgot where he was. Pitts muttered to himself as he slowly stood up and scratched his neck, he walked over to Meeks and muttered, "You got that trig work done?"

Steven sighed and pressed his lips together, "No I'll organize a study group for tonight," Pitts yawned and put his hand on Meeks's shoulder before muttering something else and walking away. Steven got up from his chair and cracked his knuckles, a mysterious habit he picked up after his newfound closeness to Weltons new pianist. He looked over to Pitts who was now laying down back in bed and called to him, "I'm gonna head to the shower block," Pitts muttered in response and rolled over. Steven smiled faintly and chuckled before grabbing his robe and heading out.

As he walked through the hallway he noticed the behaviors of Welton as they awoke. The suns yellow rays shining through the windows glass pane as he saw his peers exit their dorm rooms. Their hair disheveled and pajamas wrinkled as they stumbled around dazed. Teachers already washed and dressed as they walk through the hallway making sure everyone was up. Steven walked alone to the block, meeting Charlie there as he walked in. He raised his eyebrows in surprise as he saw his friend and greeted him, "Good morning Charlie,"

Charlie scoffed as he unbuttoned the shirt of his pajamas, "Good morning my ass," he muttered.

Steven was shocked but responded, "What's wrong?"

Charlie groaned as he took off his shirt and put it in a locker, "That bootlicking asshole Cameron-"

Steven nodded but tried to make no indication that he agreed, although he did.

Charlie angrily undressed as he retold Steven what happened. Apparently Cameron found some cigarettes in Charlie's pillowcase as a teacher walked in, and to save his own skin he threw Charlie under the bus. Now Charlie's in a whole heap of mess with his parents and they're making him come home for Christmas break to participate in some 'program' for troubled teens. Steven chuckled slightly as he put his clothes and glasses in his own locker. Charlie continued ranting to him as they entered the shower together. Something about how Cameron always is plotting against him and he's now his arch nemesis but will put it aside for the group.

Steven just nodded along as he washed his hair. Charlie took a deep breath before finishing off his thoughts with a, "...there's always a damn rat," Steven, again, just nodded. Charlie was not the kind of person who needed response or advice when in a state like that. If you just looked like you agreed with him then he'd be happy. Charlie smiled at Steven said he was his best friend at Hellton besides Neil. Steven chuckled because to be frank that did boost his ego a bit. Charlie patted him on the back before wrapping a towel around his waist and walking toward the sinks to brush his teeth. Steven studied his friend for a second as he went on through his routine.

Charlie always sort of fascinated him. A rich kid, barely making it through a school like this and breaking as many rules as possible. To Steven he was surprised his parents hadn't given up, but Charlie's mother was always babying him. Always insisting on the best for her boy, Meeks was sure the program was absolutely her idea. He sighed again as he finished up and grabbed a towel and his robe. He wrapped it around himself as he joined Charlie and began brushing his teeth as well.

As he walked back down the hallway to his room, the robe wrapped around his body and his dirty clothes in hand, he noticed how rushed everyone was. Boys running down the hallway with their shower supplies in hand trying to be the first to get there. Steven couldn't stand the rush of the morning, everything was too loud and it made him sick to his stomach with anxiety. He opened the door to his dorm to find Pitts no longer there, no doubt was part of the parade of boys that he saw rushing. Steven closed the door behind him and slipped off his robe. As he began to get dressed he was alone with his thoughts so naturally they ran to you. He was curious about your routine, how you lived your life. He was just so...fascinated with you. As he straightened his tie he noticed Pitts coming in with his towel wrapped around him, noticeably much more awake than earlier. Pitts eyes were wide as he spoke to Steven, "I have got to take showers the night before, the people who go to school here are animals,"

Steven laughed as he remembered the story Charlie told him. He relayed it to Pitts while his friend got dressed and Pitts just laughed and scoffed. He looked up at Meeks while he buttoned his shirt and responded, "I honestly can't even feel bad for Charlie anymore, he's been caught what five times? I mean I don't care if he smokes just don't get caught you know,"

Steven chuckled softly as he finished getting dressed, "I know love the guy but he can be quite foolish sometimes. Oh also how about a study group tonight?,"

Pitts nodded as he put on his jacket, "A study group? Yeah that sounds good. You ready to go down to get some breakfast?"

Steven cleared his throat before agreeing and the two boys headed out of their dorm and downstairs. They saw the other boys sitting in at a table without Cameron, who was sitting in another group. Pitts and Steven shared a look before sitting down. The atmosphere was tense and little quiet and Pitts decided to pipe up, "So uh Meeks mentioned holding a study group tonight..."

Charlie glanced up for a second before looking back down and focusing on his oatmeal. The others were less bothered as Knox decided to respond, "What subjects?"

Steven swallowed a piece of egg before responding, "Trigonometry, we're all taking it this semester right?" Neil and Todd exchanged a look, having their own silent conversation, before agreeing. Knox wasn't long after them. Neil leaned forward to try to engage Charlie, "How about you Charlie?"

He glanced up at Neil, anger still apparent on his face but he nodded with mumbled agreement. Neil gave him a satisfied smile and turned back to Meeks, "We'll be there, I'll talk to Cameron later,"

Charlie scoffed quietly when his name was mentioned but amazingly he held his tongue well. Steven warily glanced back from him to Neil. Fortunately, no fights broke out the rest of breakfast and the two boys bid the group adieu before heading to class. After leaving the cafeteria Pitts and Steven bursted out in relieved laughter. "I thought Charlie was gonna sock the poor bastard," exclaimed Pitts as they walked down the hallway.

Steven nodded in agreement before replying, "If looks could kill,"

Pitts chuckled, "God, I'm sure Cameron's face would've melted off,"

They stopped in front of their trigonometry class and walked in together, Steven's smile dropping in anticipation.

The rest of the day went on like that, with Mr.Keatings class of course being the highlight of his day. As the sun slowly set on the campus of Welton, he and Pitts sat together in the common room. The two boys tinkered at their radio, the trigonometry work long forgotten. Steven looked up and noticed the time, "Hey shouldn't the rest be here by now?"

Pitts scoffed, a smile on his face as he responded without looking up, "Eh, they'll be here soon. I wouldn't worry about it Meeks,"

Steven pressed his lips together and sighed, still holding the wire and the headphones to his ear as he zoned out on the clock. He began to wander about you. It's strange, he hadn't really thought about you all day, and the pang of fear entered him. Maybe his feelings weren't as strong as he thought? Did he lead you on by accident? No, there's no way. He would never do that. Maybe it was for the best, you seemed uninterested last night. No, he had to keep trying. You don't even know each other well enough to come to a conclusion. He needed you, he needed you beside him, he realized. Everytime he thought about you more his desire consumed him. He was quickly pushed out of his thoughts as Todd and Neil entered the room books in hand. Pitts looked up and smiled at them, "Hey guys," he greeted, "Where's everyone else?"

Todd shrugged and Neil responded, "Charlie and Knox said they'll be here soon but Cameron said he wasn't coming. Something about feeling 'threatened'" Steven just had to laugh at that and him and Pitts shared a knowing smile while the two boys sat down at the table and got settled. Neil put on his glasses and opened up his textbook before looking up at Meeks, "Have you guys gotten anything done before we got here?"

Steven shook his head the wire still in his hand, "No sorry, we wanted to wait until everyone was here but it looks like it won't be like that for a while," Neil chuckled as he sharpened his pencil and Todd began working himself. Neil raised an eyebrow at Todd and leaned forward to look at his paper, "Looks like Todd's been more productive than all of us combined, you got some competition Meeks,"

Steven rolled his eyes a smile on his face, "You flatter me, what've you done so far Todd?"

Todd looked up at Neil, his eyes lingered on his face for a second before turning to Steven, "Oh um I only have a couple of questions left," he replied meekly. Steven nodded in thought but before he could respond chatter was heard approaching the room. Pitts and Steven hurriedly tried to hide the radio but fortunately the two people who walked in were friendly faces. Charlie and Knox laughed as they walked into the room, Steven thanked whatever God there was for his change in attitude. The two boys sat at the table, the one empty seat ignored as they greeted each other.

They all began working as Meeks and Pitts put the radio under the table. The boys did their best to focus on their work, Steven doing his best despite the far away look in his eye. God you were invading his head again. He just couldn't help it at this point it was becoming routine. He idly tapped his pencil against the paper as the boys discussed amongst each other. Why couldn't he just be more smooth when speaking with you? It wasn't fair. Well he can't say that, it was about as fair as it got but he didn't want to admit that. Maybe he should actually ask for some advice but Charlie would be too forward and Knox was rather...unconventional. It's not like the other four boys knew anything in that department, he loved them but that was just the truth. Maybe Mr.Keating would help but god how embarrassing would that be?

Going to your english teacher for romantic help has got to be the most pathetic thing he'd do and honestly he could think of some pretty low things. Maybe he should just try the classic 'be yourself' approach. You seem to like him enough to invite him to visit you during your practice time. Should he come Saturday? Maybe not so soon so he wouldn't seem desperate or do you like desperate? It's just too early to tell. He glanced up at the clock again and cursed to himself. They only had ten minutes till they had to get back. He relayed this to the group.

Charlie groaned, "I'd rather die than go back,"

Neil snickered, "Cmon Charlie, Cameron will turn around,"

Charlie scoffed, "Known the bastard since sixth grade and five years later he's still the same boot licking-"

Steven cut him off, "Come on now, knock it off. How about we have a meeting hm? I'm sure that'll help everyone's spirits,"

Charlie rolled his eyes and grumbled but Knox brightened at the idea. He nodded his head, "Yeah I think that'd be great, how about uh, Sunday?"

Pitts put his elbow on the table, cradling his head in his hand, "Yeah that'd be great,"

The other boys murmured in approval at this idea.

Steven looked amongst them satisfied, "Alright gentlemen, this Sunday, 9 pm. Do not be late, this study group has been adjourned," He smiled at Pitts and they both got up from the table. The other boys followed suit as they grabbed their books and papers. They bid each other goodnight as they walked to their respective dorms. Steven sighed, a satisfied smile on his face as he placed his books on his desk.

Pitts took notice of his calm demeanor and raised an eyebrow while he undressed for the night, "Don't know what you're so content about. Charlie's probably gonna fight Cameron tomorrow,"

Steven looked over at his friend his facial expression unwavering, "Well I doubt that but anyway that's not it. I'm gonna invite them to the meeting,"

Pitts frowned for a second as he threw on a tshirt, "You sure that's a good idea?"

Steven nodded before he followed suit getting ready for bed himself, "Besides chapel days and sometimes Saturdays, I have no way of talking to them, no way of getting to them,"

Pitts looked at him shocked, adorned in just a shirt and boxers, "Maybe ask for their number?"

Steven shook his head while he buttoned his pajama top, "No way, we'd only be able to call for ten minutes at a time,"

Pitts shrugged, "So?"

Steven looked at his friend incredulously in his matching gingham pajama set, "So...I need more time, I need to see them in person,"

Pitts scoffed, "Careful bud it hasn't even been a full month yet,"

Steven chuckled, "I'm doing fine Pitts, I swear,"

Pitts yawned and sat down on his bed, "I just don't want you to get your feelings hurt,"

Steven raised his eyebrows, "Don't worry about it, I'm not being too pushy," Pitts chuckled while Steven sat in his bed as well and took off his glasses.

Pitts sighed again, "Night Meeks," Steven told his friend goodnight and he turned off the lamp, darkness swallowing their shoebox dorm room.

[zooweemamacita]

Currently Untitled PJ/Hazel Fic

Okay listen. This will be posted on AO3 when my account gets accepted but for now... here it lies. PJ/Hazel is main with background Isabel/Josie and the other fight club girlies

*disclaimer: this is not beta'd, nor have I ever written a fic in my life. I was inspired after the movie.

"PJ realizes that Hazel is sexy and cool and really really wants to kiss her again. Or get all up in her cooch. Either or, but preferably both."

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CHAPTER 1

Hazel still couldn't believe it. PJ had kissed her. Willingly. Not for a joke—for a distraction, at least, but not a joke. It was two days ago, already, but Hazel was over the moon. Over the stars… in the crab nebula, floating around and leaving a little trail of hearts everywhere. 

She couldn't stop thinking about how PJ gasped when Hazel gripped the back of her head, tilting her face to get a better angle…. 

“Hey! Loser! Is that your brain I see leaking out of your ears? Are you even listening to me?” PJ’s voice broke her out of her reverie. 

“No.. sorry. I was thinking about…” Hazel scrambled for an answer that wasn't ‘our magnificent kiss.’

“Our magnificent kiss?” Shit. 

PJ frowned, offended. Shit shit shit. 

“Magnificent? I would say it was at least life-changing. World-ending? Did I not rock your old grandpa style argyle socks off?” 

Hazel thumped her head on the lunch table. Why? Was Jeff sleeping with her mom not enough punishment? God, what did I do to deserve this? Is this about the bombs? she silently pleaded to the table. 

PJ took her non-answer as a yes, you did, thank you very much. She was proud of herself. I mean, it was Hazel Callahan, but even getting a nerd to like you was pretty satisfying. She was feeling it.

“Hey, are you gonna eat your sandwich?” Sylvie asked. Hazel silently slid it over, not looking up. Sylvie tore into it immediately, probably imagining it was her stepdad’s neck or something.

“Haaaazellllll” PJ singsonged. “I know you wanna kiiiiiiissss meeeeeee againnnnnnn.” Not that PJ wanted to kiss Hazel again, it was just fun to tease her. Right? She didn't wanna kiss Hazel again… right?

Hazel groaned, thunking her head again on the table. PJ shrugged and stole her mini bag of Doritos. Cool ranch? What the fuck is wrong with Hazel? Nacho cheese is the best flavor, obviously. PJ ate them anyway. 

She weighed the pros and cons while munching, eyes roaming over Hazel’s dark hair and button up.

Pro: Hazel was a surprisingly good kisser. For a nerd. 

Con: Hazel was a nerd. 

Pro: She wasn’t exactly swimming in cooch right now, even though they did kill a bunch of football players. Whatever. Maybe she could practice with Hazel before someone else realizes how cool and hot she is and then she’ll rock her world. Yeah, that sounded like a good plan. God, PJ, you're a genius, she congratulated herself. 

Con: She couldn't think of another one. 

Good enough for PJ. 

Now, getting Hazel to kiss her again miiiight be tricky. Should PJ invite her out? Invite her over for math help, because she actually needed it and Hazel was seriously good at math? 

She needed Josie for this. Scheming on her own made PJ feel like the unibomber. 

Hazel was the real unibomber here. Like, where did she even learn to make bombs? And why was it kinda sexy? Wait, sexy? Hazel Callahan? Nononono. PJ shook her head, literally shaking the thought from her brain. 

Hazel nerd. Hazel not sexy, she scolded herself. Fuck. She needed to talk to Josie, like yesterday. 

“Alright losers,” PJ stood abruptly. “This has been fun, but I gotta go see my number one.” 

Hazel lifted her head. 

“Hey, that rhymed, PJ! See you in class, you have a really nice ass!” Hazel said cheerily. She loves rhyming. Everyone at the table stopped talking and looked at her. 

“Riiiiight,” PJ said. “Thanks for noticing, I guess. Glad someone appreciates a good thing when they see it.” She said the last part to the rest of the cafeteria, loudly. No one noticed. 

Hazel realized what she said and the blood drained from her face. PJ smirked and wiggled her fingers, then turned away. The thump of Hazel’s head was so loud Teddy came over and told her not to break his table.

~

‘Step 1: get Hazel to kiss her again, and be completely obsessed with her

Step 2: ??????’

PJ aggressively drew the question marks in her notebook. Josie, who had never seen PJ do homework with such enthusiasm, was instantly suspicious. 

“Whatcha doin’ over there?” Josie asked from her desk. PJ was on her bed, splayed out like it was hers. If Josie tried to get her to scooch over, it would turn from a slapping fight into a shoving fight until one of them pulled hair and had to apologize. It was their way. 

Josie stayed at the desk. 

“Nothing” PJ said quickly, and turned the page. Too quickly. Now Josie was really suspicious. 

“Lemme see,” Josie said, getting up and snatching the notebook before PJ could protest. 

“HEY!” PJ yelled, but Josie jumped on the bed and bounced so PJ couldn't get up. PJ was yelling unintelligibly when Josie finally read what PJ wrote, jumping back down and out of breath. 

“You should really work out more, you're dating a cheerleader. I bet Isabel’s stamina is wayyyyyyy better than yours,” PJ tried, desperately trying to distract Josie from her list. Fuck. Never leave a paper trail. Forensic Files taught her that.

“Wait,” Josie said. She looked at the list, then back at PJ, and back at the list and back at PJ and-

“OKAY FINE! So the nerd can kiss. Who knew??” PJ said, throwing her arms up and flopping back down on the bed. 

“Wait- just so I’m getting this right. You want to kiss Hazel. Again. Like, willingly?” Josie confirmed. Was this happening? Is this bizarro world, did the earth go cube shaped?? What was happening?

“Jooosieeeeeeeeee” PJ whined. “I need your help. I do not need your judgement. Though, yes, it is well-deserved, I can see that.”

“But Josie,” PJ sat up, “You don't even know. Like, my cooter was soaked. Okay? Its been so neglected, its like the Sahara desert down there. Seriously.” 

“You know, Sahara means desert already. You don’t have to say Sahara Desert, it’s like saying ‘Desert Desert’ which is, ridiculous—“ Josie started, but was cut off.

“Fuck the desert! A nerd made me wet, Josie. I’m freaking out! And the worst part? I want her to do it again.” And again, and again, but that was beside the point. Josie didn't need to know that PJ rubbed one out before coming over, thinking about Hazel’s hands, her capable hands, sliding down her body, up her leg, up her inner thigh… PJ shivered.

“Ohmygod. Are you thinking about it right now? You're disgusting, dude!” Josie yelled. 

“What? It was HOT, OKAY??” PJ yelled back. Fuck, Josie knew she wasn't getting any. Sue her if she was obsessing over the hottest thing that had happened to her, like, ever. 

“Josie, if you're not gonna help me, I will be forced to use an alternate. Okay? Do you want me and Sylvie to have to plan this?? Someone would end up dead.” 

PJ might be right about that, but it doesn’t make it any less weird. They’d known Hazel forever. She was like a little fly that hung around, buzzing in their ears. But a sexy fly? Josie couldn't see it. 

“Okay, I get the kissing part. You wanna kiss her again, okay. But what’s with the obsession? You want Hazel to make dolls out of hair she cuts off you while you're sleeping?” Josie said.

PJ twirled her hair around her finger. Did she want that? It would be kind of sexy, to have the tables turned for once, to be the obsessee instead of the obsessed. She watched Misery and it really turned her on, for some reason. She’ll unpack that later. 

Josie shook her head and muttered to herself. What the fuck was happening? 

“Okay, PJ, look. I’m pretty sure Hazel already likes you, so you don’t have to do much. Why don't you, like, ask her to get a milkshake?” Josie offered. 

“A milkshake? What is this, 1957? Jesus, Josie, I want her to kiss me, not invite me to the fucking sock-hop! Help me!” PJ begged. 

Josie mimed putting a hat on. 

“Let me put on my thinking cap,” Josie said. 

“Lo-ser..” PJ muttered. 

“What was that?”

“Nothing.” 

“That’s what I thought. Now, to get the girl, you must understand the girl. Play to her strengths, make her feel sexy, make her feel wanted,” Josie started pacing while PJ aggressively took notes. 

CHAPTER 2

Last night PJ and Josie had come up with a plan. 

PJ will seduce Hazel. Compliment her, feel her biceps or something, make her laugh. Easy-peasy. Hazel’s been laughing at PJ’s jokes for years. It was kind of nice, actually. Hazel’s laugh always burst out of her, like she was surprised it was happening. Cute, PJ thought. She wanted to see if she could do it again. 

“Okay, you know the plan?” Josie whispered as they walked to their lockers. Hazel’s was two down from PJ’s, it was the perfect spot. 

“Tell her she looks good today. Look up at her through your lashes, fuckin’ tell her she’s so cool for blowing up the tree, can she teach you how to do it? type shit. You can do it, easy. Maybe touch her arm.” 

PJ took a deep breath. “I can do this. No problem. Hazel will quiver at my feet.”

“Gross.” Josie said. 

PJ was kind of nervous. What if she looked stupid? Would Hazel even be receptive to her flirting? Get your head in the game, PJ told herself in Corbin Bleu’s voice. She technically was the Troy of this story, now she just had to bag her Gabriella. But PJ draws the line at serenading. 

Josie elbowed her. “Target at twelve o’clock. I repeat, target at twelve—“

“Jesus Christ— Fuck, ow, Josie! Your elbows are sharp!” PJ complained.

“You got this, bro. Remember the plan, I’ll see you in class.” Josie saluted her, then turned and made her way to Isabel’s locker. She gave her one more thumbs up before she turned the corner.

It’s go time. 

PJ opened her locker, eyeing Hazel. She couldn't remember what book to grab, whatever. She slammed it shut, startling Hazel.

“Hey,” PJ said smoothly. “Come here often?”

“…to my locker?” Hazel questioned. “You see me here everyday.”

Fuck. She had to try something else. 

“I like your shirt.” PJ said, because she actually did, for once. It was a gray button up, short sleeves, with a faint checkered pattern. It really brought out the color of Hazel’s eyes. And she was wearing her usual chain. 

PJ wanted to pull Hazel in by that stupid chain and kiss her stupid confused mouth. 

Hazel, squinted, looking at PJ up and down. “Are you feeling okay? Do you have a fever?”

Hazel put the back of her hand on PJ’s forehead, checking her temperature. PJ smacked her hand away. 

“No, Hazel, I don't have a fever. Jesus.”

“Are you sure? I have some ibuprofen in my locker if you need it. Your face is looking a little flushed, maybe you should take one just in case—“ 

PJ groaned, about to give up. Could she even give a compliment correctly? This was seriously damaging her ego. 

“Hazel, I’m serious. I like your shirt,” PJ tried again. She reached up and straightened Hazel’s collar a little. Smoothed her hands across her shoulders. 

Hazel, meanwhile, stilled. Now she was really concerned. PJ was never this nice to her. 

“Hey, I can be nice!” PJ protested.

Shit, did I say that out loud? Hazel thought.

“Yeah, you did, you weirdo. Weirdo in a cute shirt. With your artfully tousled weirdo hair and your weirdly capable hands,” PJ continued.

“My—my what?” Hazel was lost. Hazel was on another planet. Was this really happening? Hazel looked at her hands. Two rings, skinny fingers.. capable? Did PJ like looking at her hands?

“Fuck. So, I’m gonna go.. and I’ll see you later? Yeah, see you later, loser! Just kidding. Okay. Shit. Bye,” PJ ran away, leaving Hazel there, still staring at her hands.

PJ liked her hands? 

~

“Mayday. Mayday. Red alert.” PJ said as she slid into her desk, panting hard, right next to Josie. 

“Did you run here? What could possibly have gone wrong, PJ? I mean, you just had to compliment her. How hard can that be?” Josie said, throwing her hands up. This was going to be a lot more difficult than she expected. 

“I told her she had nice hands! Like a weirdo! and I fixed her collar and said I liked her shirt, and-and—she asked if I was okay! Like, what, I can't be nice all of a sudden? Without there being something wrong with me?” words spilled out of PJ faster and faster.  

“PJ, chill! Also, yes, it is weird for you to be suddenly nice. I didn’t think about that… we might have to try a different approach.” Josie considered. 

“I might have to call in an expert,” Josie started.

PJ interrupted, “No. No. Don't tell Isabel. No. It’s too embarrassing. Hard pass.” 

“I’m gonna ask Isabel,” Josie said at the same time. 

The bell rang, cutting them both off.

“We’ll continue this at lunch,” Josie said, “And consult the experts. They'll know what to do.”

~

Hazel was floating through class. Her head felt bigger after PJ’s compliment, her feet weren't touching the ground. Her hands? Hazel never thought hands could be sexy, but.. she was learning all sorts of new things this year. 

Her chest burned with warmth all morning. 

She kept catching herself grinning, thinking about PJ’s odd (yet oddly charming) way of complimenting her. Even Mr. G noticed, and told her to stop smiling at nothing cause it was  ‘freakin’ him the fuck out and he didn’t wanna have to call a priest again.’

Maybe getting PJ to kiss her again would be easier than she thought. 

Now she just had to come up with a plan…

~

Hazel dropped her stuff on the lunch table in front of Annie. 

“I need your help,” Hazel said. 

“Hazel, no, I won’t steal anything from the chemistry lab again. Mrs. Roswell is already suspicious of me!” Annie exclaimed.

“What? No- Annie, no, it’s about something else. It’s about,” Hazel got really close, looked around carefully, and whispered, “PJ.”

“Why are you whispering? Did she say some other shit to you? This girl… I’m not gonna let her talk to you like that again—“ Annie started getting up.

“NO! Annie, listen to me,” Hazel pleaded, pulling her back down. 

“I need— I need your help withgettingPJtokissmeagain.” Rushed out of Hazel’s mouth. 

“What?” Annie couldn't understand that last part. 

“With getting..” Hazel groaned, putting her hands over her face. 

“With getting PJ to kiss me again,” she said carefully, refusing to remove her hands.

“PJ? Are you sure you wanna kiss PJ again?” Annie said, disbelief coloring her voice. 

“Yes,” Hazel said, peeking out from her hands. 

Annie considered, thinking about it for a second, but seeing that Hazel was serious she relented, and decided to help her.

“Sure, fine, whatever. You can do better than PJ, though. Date someone actually nice?” Annie tried.

Hazel shook her head. “Mm-mm. She’s the one. I’m sure of it.” 

“Ooo-kay,” Annie said, pulling a notebook out of her backpack. “Let’s get you some PJ.”

[chairofchaos]

A Brief Commentary on Fandom History, Fandom Weeks, and How to Keep Moving Forward

Before you decide to read this, please go read this thing I wrote earlier. You need the context. Done reading? No? Do not pass go, do not collect 200 dollars, and definitely don't engage with this post. Go read it. You're done? Excellent! Please remember that I said absolutely nothing in the aforementioned post about commenting on current events. Also, this contains some swearing, in case that bugs you. Any text written in this font I'm using below the break is liable to be sarcastic (if you want clarification about something like that let me know!). Word count is about 3.8k. Shoutout to @/olderthannetfic, who wrote back to that anon who was talking about the clergy-class of Big Name Fans and said,

"Nail your theses to the door."

I think that sentiment applies here.  Kudos to you, wise fandom elder. You rock.

About the Author

To reiterate how I began my last post (linked above and for the love of all fandom, go read it), I have been involved in fandom spaces for 12 years, almost to the day. I had wonderful mentors who knew that were I left unchecked, I would fumble my way through a lot of very bad ideas about what fandom should be like. They decided out of love that if I was going to be in fandom, they were going to make me into the best little fandom child I could be.

If you do the math, I was 11 when I started getting involved. What can I say? It was a different decade and I had unrestricted internet access. Nobody was keeping me from my Harry Potter and Percy Jackson fanfics. All of this to say: I was raised here, and I'm going to scream in the living room while this house burns down around me because I'd rather be a ghost in fandom than not be in fandom at all.

I am going to say a lot of things in this post. Am I perfect? NO! Will this post hold errors? Undoubtedly. Will this post be tarnished by the inaccuracies of the resources and the biases of events recorded in secondary sources? Who knows. I'm sure some of you lived through the events I am referencing here. Your context and commentary is more than welcome. Will this help give us, the ACOTAR fandom, some context for why we all care so much? I hope so.

No, I don't actually. I have no faith in anyone, not even myself.

Thanks for that, Editorial Chaos. You're one pessimistic bitch. Oh, you're going to keep showing up in this post to annoy me, aren't you...

Yep. Back to it, Chaos.

Alright, then. Anyways, I have opinions. You have opinions. There's a 100% chance that we disagree on something. That's cool with me. So let's get to it.

Why Are We Talking About This?

Elaingate. We are here because of Elaingate, and I will not lie to you about that. You will briefly hear my thoughts on that specific issue further down the line.

To those of you who would suggest that Elaingate is over? I must disagree. 

You see, this one instance may be over, but the underlying debate continues. What should fandom look like? Who can participate, and with what content? What is allowed, and who gets to decide?

These questions have not been addressed. I am not, by any means, going to pretend to be an authority on this. I do, however, wish to contribute my many thoughts, and present some events from the history of fandom.

My hope in sharing this brief summary of notable events which shaped broader fan culture will help people newer to fandom (of all kinds) understand why something like an event which bans certain types of content, or content involving specific characters, as something to be concerned, or even angry, about.

Please consider this, my contribution to the discussion, as a form of academic inquiry with an opinion thread throughout. This is something I am throwing to the fandom for consideration. Do I get preachy? Absolutely I do. Do I stand by my thoughts? Yes. 

If you want to respond and tell me I’m dead wrong, by all means, do so. I welcome a reblog or a post in response. Let’s go back and forth, citing our sources like two exhausted researchers from different university departments, fighting over faerie smut books. I’ll eat up every second of it.

No, you won’t. You’re exhausted.

Really? Please stop.

Noooooooooooooooooo.

Are these old issues, or is this a new problem?

Welcome to the party! It's both as old as fandom itself, and as new as yesterday. ("Chaos, those can't both be true, can they?" Yes, they can!)

You see, there have always been issues within fandoms. People have disagreed about whether character A should end up with character B or character C for longer than any of us have been alive. Seriously. The Ancient Greeks were arguing about this stuff thousands and thousands of years ago. 

Source: my Greek Tragedy professor. And if you want to argue that point, you can take it up with him. He’s an ornery old German man who looked at me and told me I needed to do better on my tests in front of the entire class. I had a 98 overall, and the only grades we got were the tests.

Moving on: Dare I say, we are not special?

The real difference now is that the previously separate communities of fandom are coming together on platforms where systems for separating those branches of fandom do not exist in automatically available formats.

We face new issues because the wonderful world-wide web continues to grow wider and wider. We have more people on the internet than ever before. You interact with more people by participating in online fandom than a person would have 5-10 years ago, let alone before the internet, and that comes with new challenges.

So what, Chaos?

I'm glad you asked! On LiveJournal, you could join Communities. You can envision them as a Discord server centered around a specific ship or character. You could be automatically entered into a group of like-minded people, and never really have to interact with people who shipped Character A with Character B, if you wanted.

Another form of fanfic from the pre-internet through the early internet years of fandom days were Zines (In depth "what's that?" from Purdue University). In fandom, zines were edited, curated fanworks. They were numerous. Some were public, some were private. Some Zine editors stood up to Lucasfilm. Regardless, there was content moderation, whether by community members or by corporations themselves. We'll come back to this.

Does that mean I would never have had to interact with those evil A/B shippers when I ship B/C?

Hahahahahhahaha.

No. It doesn't. You still encountered people who disagreed with you. 

And there were slurs and threats involved. It could get real ugly.

Yeah. Be thankful we have good community guideline things on Tumblr, and a reporting process on AO3. I don't think anyone is going to try to hack your computer to get your IP address and dox you for shipping the "wrong" characters (and good grief: if you care that much or truly think that is an appropriate action, please stay far, far away from me).

You looked for the community where you fit best, and that's where you started following, and finding, and interacting. It's not all that different to what you can do here once you curate your individual experience.

Chaos, why does any of this matter? Why aren't you talking about current events?

Well, in the grand scheme of things, does anything matter?

Yes, newly-nihilistic Editorial Chaos. It really does matter.

It matters because it's our history. It's how we got here. Be grateful. As for current events, I’m not really here to give you an in-depth analysis of those, as there are other posts which do that. 

I’m here to talk about the underlying issue. To do that, we need some background. I promise you need all of this context for my proposal at the end. Feel free to skip what you already know, but please take this opportunity to learn something new today!

Why did Archive of Our Own come into being?

For my sources on this, I direct you to the original livejournal post which started it all (thank you @/astolat! You can find her on tumblr and AO3. She’s responsible for so many great things and I thank her for all of them) and the more in-depth Fanlore page on the original proposal for AO3, where you can find links to relevant issues surrounding the proposal’s creation and the result of the proposal. See? Not a nihilist, Chaos. I'm helping. Like I'm "supposed to." Ugh.

The long and short of this is that internet fanfiction communities were facing censorship from the hosting sites. LiveJournal and Fanfiction.net were getting worried about the legality and perceived morality of different kinds of fanfiction, and a new site was being created specifically to profit off of fanfiction. 

For the sake of this discussion, we are going to use the word "curation". LJ, FF.net, and others were intentionally curating the kind of content they would allow and would allow users to see and interact with, partly out of fear of lawsuits, and partly out of a desire to police morality. The cleaning processes they used to get rid of things they did not like were referred to as "purges."

In the purges, many sexually explicit fics were lost. We aren’t talking about something the average 2020s romantasy reader (that’s you, ACOTAR fan!) would necessarily shy away from. We’re largely talking about a level of explicit nature that mirrors the general content of ACOTAR. There were of course fics that were less explicit, and fics that were considerably more explicit. By my understanding, the bulk were things we now see in published work.

Many fics with LGBT natures were lost, because the crackdown on “morality” I mentioned? Yeah. That had a lot to do with LGBT issues. Others have written a lot more extensively and a lot more eloquently than I can on this subject, so I am going to leave it at that. Just know it was a very large issue, and if you want more on this feel free to do some research of your own!

So the problems were numerous. The solution was created. Now we have Archive of Our Own (AO3). (Am I saying that AO3 is perfect? No. That, like most things, is a whole other post.)

AO3 is an archive. It is a hosting site, but it went about it differently than fanfiction.net or livejournal, or most of the niche, fandom-specific sites. Very few of those actually exist anymore, but they were cool.

As an archive, AO3's role was to be a place where the fics that could not be on the other sites because of curation would go to be. Notable fics that were posted in the early days of Archive of Our Own were fics with incest (wincest started here! And don’t tell me AO3 didn’t want it because, well, the creators were the ones writing it, and yes, I have sources for that), brutal violence, and explicit sexual content, among other, much more SFW G-rated type fics. 

They all had a home on AO3, because AO3 was designed primarily for authors (see sources linked above for more). It is notably not a social media, because it is intended to store works (regardless of their content*) and not share them. (*This is mostly true. There have been some problems because of this, often in the realm of Real Person Fics, or RPF. Again, it's a whole other post, but bears repeating.)

Chaos, what on earth does that have to do with fandom [Character/Ship] Week(s)?

I'm overjoyed that you would ask me such a question! It has everything to do with it.

Since the internet has taken over as the primary fandom connector, we have seen a democratization of fandom. We no longer have Zine editors telling us what we can and cannot write. We are protected by AO3's careful non-profit model, ensuring that no one is profiting off of characters owned by other people or franchises.

It has been said that "every rule and regulation you work to enforce has been written in the blood of others." 

That is... overly dramatic.

You do remember we’re called ‘Chaos’ here, right?

Fair. Why do you insist on being so damn cheerful when you’re talking about rules written in blood?

I’m trying to keep it light, Editorial Chaos. Please just… shut up.

Fine.

AO3 exists largely because certain types of fanfiction were being excluded from fandom. People were upset at the purges. People were upset that they weren't being allowed to write work with characters being in LGBT relationships. People were upset that an LGBT fic automatically got a more severe rating than its heterosexual counterpart, just on the basis of containing LGBT content. The little purges were numerous, and there were multiple large purges as platforms decided what they would be willing to accept and what they would leave by the wayside.

Archive of Our Own changed the model. Instead of platforms moderating what they would allow, AO3 implemented a tagging system which would allow readers looking for works in the archive to filter out content they did not want, or to filter for content they did want. Instead of the filter being run by the governing body, the archive was just there. It was up to the user to decide what they would read. The user moderated for their individual preferences, instead of the Organization for Transformative Works (OTW is the governing body of AO3) deciding for an entire, diverse body of fans what they would be allowed to consume. OTW’s creators saw the blood spilled. And they used it to write new rules.

This became the standard of fandom because of its equal opportunity approach. Fandoms have the ability to self-govern, and one of the easiest and safest ways to do that is through comprehensive tagging systems.

Tumblr has an incredible tagging system. Could it be better? Sure. But you can block tags for things you don't like. You, the individual. You, the solitary person, with your own lens through which you view the world. You, who are different to anybody who has ever been, and different from anyone who will be, because no one will ever share your exact set of thoughts, words, feelings, and actions. YOU.

Essentials so far:

Hosting sites began for all fanfiction

A few hosting sites became Curated sites

Curated sites led to the creation of One Hosting Site to Rule Them All (no matter what issues that may create) AO3

The one hosting site is now the primary archive for thousands of fandoms, open to all kinds of work as long as you tag correctly

The democratization of fandom gives space for all works, and allows users to consume what they will (and avoid what they wish) via comprehensive tagging systems

So... where does that leave us?

ACOTAR is a relatively new fandom. It's boomed in the last couple of years, and that's fine. That's good. It is driven on platforms like TikTok and tumblr.

Do not tell me that the TikTok fans are worse. The grass is not burning any more on the other side of the fence than it is under your feet. And yes, the grass under your feet is burning. Look around! And this is the hellsite, after all.

Tumblr and TikTok, paired with the insane (and awesome!) number of ACOTAR fans, largely keep us apart from previously existing general fandom spaces due to algorithms driving engagement. Many ACOTAR fans are new to fandom culture. I don’t think this is a bad thing. I do think it can create problems where fans with previous fandom experience who are a part of the ACOTAR fandom will clash with fans who are new to fandom.

I think this knowledge gives us a choice. There are two types of hosting sites. Why not create two types of events? This is already happening. If we can label events as one of the two types, then it will help people find their spaces where they are the most comfortable. If we create events that are labeled as either "curated" (large amounts of moderation, limits on ships allowed, etc) or "hosted" (anything goes), then we can ensure that everybody is happy. 

She means that, by the way. She works for "peace". Ha. Imagine that. But seriously, girl…

Okay, well…

My Perspective (And Why Do People Care So Much?)

Am I truly happy with this? No.

It actually really pisses her off, actually. She won’t admit it, but I will.

I think, Editorial Chaos, that fandom benefits from Archive of Our Own type approaches, where anything goes, but you must tag comprehensively. It encourages appropriate reporting of triggering material and content not safe for minors/work. This goes for fandom spaces, but most especially fandom events, which should accept things which under the umbrella of the theme they are celebrating, regardless of the perceived morality of their content.

Maybe we can't expect all spaces to be ready for anything. We don't expect that of all people. However, saying that you are hosting an event which is open to all fans that prevents people from considering a character in a new view, such as considering a morally gray character, who is presented in canon as a protagonist, as an antagonist during their character week, or issuing guidelines which would limit an author's interpretation of characters that fit within an archetype, is not truly hosting a fandom-wide event. That's a curated event. And calling it "curated" here is not a judgment.

She seriously means that, too. In case you actually care. The Suriel knows I don’t.

An event that does not allow for truly transformative fanworks within the bounds of its established purpose (a specific ship for a ship week, or including a certain character for a character week) is not an event that is open. It is curated.

An event that is curated is not open to all fans, and should not be presented as such. I’m not going to make a judgment call and say that it is wrong. Get together with your friends and host your own week. I don’t care if you do that! I encourage it! Call it a fic trade, call it something else, but it isn’t an “open” event. It is curated.

However, I want you to keep something in mind as you curate public-facing events: Stop policing for morality. That’s going to end very poorly for us. Keep in mind that the things you are reading in ACOTAR now would have been, and are, in some places, being pulled from library shelves (if they’re getting published at all!) because of the same kinds of arguments you are making about morality. 

If you truly want more ACOTAR books, consider that, were your thoughts and opinions transposed to the real-life debate about book censorship (which isn’t really different from curation/moderation except that its issued by a corporation or government, which is an added level of intensity) by people who thought explicit sexual content didn’t belong in published books, you wouldn’t have ACOTAR at all.

An event presented as open to all fans when it is not actually open to all fans is in fact censorship, defined in the New Oxford American Dictionary (accessed via Apple) as “the suppression or prohibition of any parts of books, films, news, etc. that are considered obscene, politically unacceptable, or a threat to security.” 

Despite that, if this move to identifying events as either “open” or “curated” is what we need to get through this, then so be it. So be it. I'll be disappointed, and I'll be frustrated. And, so help me, I'll be angry. I will. I will not lie to you about that, but I will deal with it.

I love the “don’t like, don’t read” aspect of fandom. I like extensive, comprehensive, and sometimes-even-silly tagging. I like exploring things that I may not like, and then deciding “this just isn’t for me.” I like blocking tags!

More than that, though? I am tired of the fighting. I am so damn tired of it, guys. We have to do better. We seriously do. 

(Under 18s, and frankly, even 18-25s like myself, I’m just going to say one thing to directly to you, in case you are here. If you only take one point away from this post: Please learn to be nice to each other when you disagree. You, me, and our generations are notoriously bad at that. These people can be some of your best friends. Read that post I linked at the top for more details on good old human decency on public facing platforms. Complain to each other in DMs here or on Discord. Go outside and scream when you are frustrated, if you must. You’ll thank yourself one day, I promise.)

We are not treating each other with basic human dignity. We are not treating people like people. We also are not doing a good job of simply moving away from things that upset us at an individual level. We cannot expect to only see things we agree with. What we can do is acknowledge that our emotions are our responsibility. 

Community spaces do not need to be moderated for your enjoyment. If you are a part of a community space intended to be enjoyed with moderation like Reddit or some Facebook groups, great! If you are a part of a large group of people on a public platform like Tumblr, or in some type of semi-open community space like an open Facebook group or Discord server with a ton of people and expect to only see things you agree with or never encounter criticism, tough. 

Learn to accept criticisms of ideas you agree with. You don’t have to accept the criticism itself. You do have to accept that people are going to have thoughts you may not agree with, and that you will see them from time to time no matter how well you think you have blocked and closed off your experience to fit your tastes. (There is a big difference between appropriate criticism in the general environment and direct vitriolic hatred, which I decried in the post you should have read before starting. Which is why Editorial Chaos insisted you started there, to be clear.)

It’s exhausting to pretend like things are fine.

The grass is burning, remember? We’re all on this hellsite together.

So take from this post what you will. Consider my proposal for two kinds of fandom events. Ask questions, if you wish. Send me your thoughts. 

Just remember I’ll be the one answering cruel ones. Keep it together, folks. I was raised well, but I’ve got Nesta’s tongue and years of therapy to prove it.

I wish you all well. I truly do. I hope you learned something, or were able to consider something in a new light. I hope you find it helpful. 

All my best,

Chaos

Hey. Can I go, too?

Yeah, dude. Go to bed. It’s like… 3 AM and you’ve been obsessively working on this for days. How many research papers on censorship in fan controlled spaces did you-

Shut up, Chaos. At least we’re done now. Finally. Peace, y’all. <3 (not really), Editorial Chaos

xxx

One final note from my last editing round of this piece: I truly did spend days researching these topics, and reading thoughts from various points of view here on tumblr. I hope having the back and forth from "Chaos" to "Editorial Chaos" was entertaining rather than distracting. I hope some part of you enjoyed reading this. I truly do.

The first draft of this post was written not long after the Elaingate hashtag was created. It was a lot shorter. It was a lot meaner. It was a lot more discombobulated. I hope, despite the length and the occasional rudeness, that you have been able to learn something new, or consider a new perspective.

This subject matters a lot to me. In my state, we are fighting book bans left and right, and have been for a few years now. I recognize a lot of the statements I have seen here on tumblr from that very fight, and it makes it incredibly personal to me.

Thank you for understanding that for me, and many others around the globe who face much stricter regulations than those proposed in my district, this is more than a debate about morality and censorship in fanfiction. It is about addressing a pattern of thought that has real world consequences in our neighborhoods.

Thank you for reading this. Thank you for your kindness. I look forward to hearing your thoughts.

And in case anyone is curious? Editorial Chaos is the bitch who edits all my fanfictions. Yes, really. She has her own brain (/kidding!). And she's so mean to me. All the time. (/true.)

[fanficwriter284]

Chelsea fanfic?

THANK YOU TO WHOEVER SEND ME THIS YOU WILL BE GETTING ALL THE PLATONIC FOREHEAD KISSES

Heres a little quick write!

Tuesday afternoon, the lonesome clock aimlessly ticking on the wall as it stared down at hunched students who stared blankly at the math teacher scribbling numbers on the white board. When Chelsea, who had a knack for math much like her father at her age, sat drained and bored entirely out of her mind today, just waiting to be dismissed to lunch. Lunch hadn't been the place for her to join and chat with friends as she didn't have any, and instead, it was a time to tune out the world and its irritations.

Thankfully, much to her relief, the bell rang, releasing them to lunch, and she quickly scurried off, slinging her periwinkle bag across her shoulder and avoiding any prying eyes from the other girls in her class who dismissed her only the bravest daring to pick on her praying that she wouldn't get her parents involved especially her father who always brought them to a panic whenever they saw him. She always brought lunch avoid the school food as it was...questionable to say the least. Today's lunch being packed by her Dad. Leftover steak and veggies with pork rinds in a separate container.

"Mom said ta pack ya the veggie shit. Make sure ya eat it. Kay? - Dad"

She grinned at the sight of the note, carefully folding it and putting it in a separate folder where she collected his little notes to her. Before she could open the container that held her lunch, she heard a soft thump, feeling the faint rock in the bench across from her, her baby blues finding a set of unique irises, one a forest green and the other a soft coffee brown. A boy, around her age her sat nervously unpacking his lunch from his blue lunch box. Chelsea gave a small smile and shy wave towards him.

“Hi” she spoke, shifting closer to him.

He gave a quiet wave in response pulling out a note book and pen, setting it in between them. There had been a scribble along a page in blue ink, there it read

“Hi my names Benedict Adler. But you can call me Benny! I’m hearing impaired and I have trouble speaking so I use this notebook to communicate or sign language if you know it. And I can lip reach if that helps”

Chelsea gave a faint nod and grin. She too pulled a pen from her beg this one being in purple, flipping the page and jotting down a response.

“Hi Benny I’m Chelsea. Nice to meet you”

Benny quietly looking at the page smiled, mouthing out her name as his eyes studied her handwriting. He clicked his pen again writing another response, this time just a small glow in his eyes.

“Nice to meet you too Chelsea…I like your hair color. Would you like to be friends?”

Friends? She’d never really have a friend before. Everyone in her school life had always been distant and wary of her and her family. But this? This was a fresh start with the new kid. She’d be a fool not to take it.

“Thanks. And Yeah I do”

The two scribbled the entire lunch, quietly exchanging tad bits of giggles and bouncing shoulders. Much to their delight they shared next block together. The pair now walking side by side off to English class. Chelsea fighting back a gleeful grin noticing Bennys pep in his steps and now a slight bounce in hers as well.

For the first time she was actually sad to leave school early waving her two colored eyes friend a goodbye, already excited at the idea of seeing him tomorrow and the day after. A slight honk snapped her from her daze seeing her Pa’s car and his silhouette in the drives seat. Her smile returning at the sight of him, scurrying off and hopping into the passenger seat beside him, tossing her book bag to her side and buckling her seatbelt.

“So how was school today? Blonde bitches give ya a hard time again? Cuz I know I could always kick their dads asses of ya want” Chucky spoke giving a quick glance toward his youngest before locking eyes with the road once again.

“No It was okay. I actually made a friend today” she response quietly brushing her bangs aside.

Friend? His daughter said many things…but the world friend was never one of them. His hands gripping the wheel at the news, not out of anger but shock. Friend? His kid? That was new. He’d known solitude, especially after his brothers passing, being lonely and the kid nobody wanted to hang out with…with the exception of Tiffany god knows why…To hear his youngest would be spared of such, was such a relief.

“Friend? What’s the kids name?”

“Benny he’s the new boy in my grade”

“Boy?” Chuck questioned raising a curious brow.

“Yeah he’s nice. He’s got two different colored eyes”

“Like you’re uncle Billy?” He asked pushing up his glasses feeling them slip from his nose.

“Yeah only his are green and brown”

“Huh…alright that’s one hell of a match up” he huffed shooting her another quick glance.

“Whatcha talk about?” He pressed raising his brow higher.

“Just stuff. Where he moved from, family, school and Oh he complimented my bow tie and my hair color. He’s a nice kid”

Chucky’s grip only tightened as his body tensed at her words. Not from anger surprisingly much to his shock but something else he couldn’t quite pin point.

“Kid complimenting ya huh? I should probably have a chat with em if those little compliments get to frequent”

“Pa” she cut in shooting an annoyed glare at him from the passenger seat.

“What? Just teasing…” he responded with a faint shrug, his eyes still fixated on the road ahead.

The two sat in comfortable silence on the way home, Chelsea fiddling with her bow tie, quietly humming to herself as they drove. Chucky occasionally glance over to his youngest, wondering what on this that mind if hers. Always a mystery with her.

“Hey Pa” she piped up her icy blues locking with his.

“Yeah kid?”

“Can we invite him over sometime?”

Chucky paused thinking for a brief moment, “yeah sure” he responded with an easy breath, pushing up his glasses once more.

“Really?”

“Yeah only if this is just a friend” he grinned raising a brow that followed the sly rise in his lips.

“Thanks Pa”

“Yeah anytime”

[stories-i-guess]

Exzanthous’ Rise Entry 6!

Well, I gotta talk about what happened at school! Frosty and Glittery got in a FIGHT!

Basically, she’s a realist, and Frosty’s an idealist, right? But earlier today, they were having as Frosty put it, “A witty joust of verbal origin” whatever that’s supposed to mean. But Glittery kept defending Papa, as she’s supposed to, and Frosty kept saying stuff that could get him stuck as a coalman for another two thousand years! Eventually, Glittery started panicking, and she yelled a bit.

“ST-STOP IT! YOU KNOW YOU’RE WRONG SO WHY MUST YOU T-TORMENT THE NORTH POLE WITH YOUR RIDICULOUS IDEAS?!?!” She was sweating, which isn’t abnormal for an elf, as we have such high temperatures at all times. (Does make me wonder why mine is so much higher though…)

But anyway, Frosty never yells, so he calmly responded, saying “The only one tormenting us is Santa Claus himself! The factory produces more smoke than any factory on the entire planet! It’s a wonder we can breathe, considering we live right next to it!”

Glittery shoved him down, and because he’s so tall, a lot of him hit a lot of things. She crashed right into the janitor’s cart, and since the janitor had been watching them argue, the water has the time to freeze over, so he basically just hit his head really hard on some ice. He stood up, and looked really, really angry. His face had turned purple!

“Glittery…” Frosty spat through his teeth.

Glittery tried to run, but as she turned away, Frosty caught her arm. He threw her into his locker! The locker was also really hard, for obvious reasons. But Glittery had hit it with her back, so she wasn’t nearly as injured as she could have been, thank Santa!

But Frosty has a reputation of… doing… unsavory things. So the Clause patrol saw this and they uhm…

Let’s just say there were numerous groups of elves who had to drag him off. The Clause patrol told Glittery that she should go home to rest, heal, and praise Santa’s glory and favor upon her. She walked home, limping away. I would’ve questioned her to see if she was alright, but I was preoccupied with attempting to avoid the patrol, as they knew I was friends with Frosty, and I didn’t favor the idea of being accused of being associated with the incident.

Is it just me or do I randomly sound pretty frickin fancy sometimes? That’s weird, huh?

Anyway, I went off to my classes as normal, today in history, we learned about the elven extinction! I’ll summarize it here, in case my teachers check my diary! That way they’ll know I was paying attention! Basically, a long time ago, elves lived all across the world and lived in warm climates! Not just the North Pole! Papa was just some normal guy at the time, and elves never wore Poulaines! How weird! But then the stars’ fire started scorching the Earth, purging the innocent elves, and sending them fleeing from their homes! Papa found a group of survivors and led them to a secret place that starlight couldn’t touch! He gathered as many elves as possible and took them there! But then, it got increasingly overcrowded, so he had to relocate everyone elsewhere. He decided that the North Pole would hide them! Everything was icy, so we couldn’t burn! (Until recently, apparently. But that seems to just be a me thing…) Then he started the factories so that we could all bring joy to the children of the world!

Thankfully, Papa is very powerful though, so we don’t ever need to worry about the stars showing up again! And to make up for the lost lights at night, he created Christmas lights!!! How cool is that?! Now we don’t even need stars!!

In math class we did long division and we used cookies in the word problems to help us keep track of it! But then I wanted cookies, so I headed over to the bakery in free period! But Frosty’s house was on the way so… I kinda sorta… avoided it entirely and ended up late for class…

But the worst part is, it’s my favorite class! Toy making!! And I missed the first part!!! We were practicing creating rocking horses and I had to catch up real quick, which was utterly impossible, since I’m not very good at making things! So I started working really really fast and then…

it kinda exploded. Like, smoke bomb style, if I remember what Frosty said correctly. Ack! Wait! I shouldn’t have mentioned that! If I keep talking about Frosty they’re gonna punish me for sure! I wrote that in pen!! I’m sorry Clause Patrol! I swear I don’t believe all the stuff that Frosty says!

Uhhh… I’ll draw a picture of it though!

I didn’t think those things even COULD explode! How crazy is that?!

Anyway, I’m gonna go eat dinner and tell Papa all about my day!!!!!

[circledotdestroy]

Retrospective - Chapter 5: Let’s Rock

Pairing: Shouta Aizawa x F! Pro-Hero! Reader (the slowest burn)Main summary: After 12 years, you, Pro-Hero Strife, has to return to Japan. Your objective: discreetly track down and capture Akari Kaneko, a.k.a. Pro-Hero Aegis— your old classmate who attacked you during her visit in America. In the aftermath of All Might losing his power, however, using UA resources has its complications. The most unexpected complication being Aizawa, someone you never expected to see again. Why does your past have to come back to haunt you now? Masterlist First Chapter Last Chapter Word Count: 3,869 words

A/N: Hey, I'm back. Sorry for the long gap between this chapter and the last. I know I said i was supposed to be post more frequently last time. This chapter was a struggle for me to write because I lost my grandmother to cancer a few weeks ago and that kinda caused a depressive episode. I think I'm better now tho! There's a lot of stuff going on with the anime and manga (I can't believe its ending) so if anyone wants to discuss, i'm here Anyway, thank you for stopping by, and I hope you enjoy the show!

The screeching device rattled from your hand to your skull.

A child-lock. Uh huh. If the past was in the past, what’s this about? You shoved the gym doors wide open letting all the heat escape the room. As you take a step forward, you wince at explosions blasting through the room. You forgot how hero training areas can rival a construction site in terms of noise. A tight grin cracked on your face as you scanned the potential disaster zone.

Where’s Eraserhead?

Around the rocks? You wondered about walking the perimeter.  Behind the towers, you tilted your head. Hiding?

Mere seconds and the adrenaline in the room burrows into your nervous system with the heat waves. You did the math from the time he left— from the time he left you were supposed to have at least 20 minutes, but you were caught off at 17. Three minutes can start and end a fight, you thought as you weaved through rocks falling from the sky. Did he really think you’d intentionally waste his time?

A rock the size of a steroid-addled moose hurdled toward you.  A loud CRACK traveled through the room—fragments raining around you. Holding your arm out you looked around you. Where the hell did that come from?  

“Are you okay?!” You turned your head to the direction of fast, frantic steps toward you. It was the boy in the knight outfit running toward you with smoke coming out of his calves. You glanced at the scratched knuckles of your gloves then gave it a shake to take the remaining dust off. 

Turns out there was dust all over your uniform. That’s no way to make a first impression on the boy who was racing to meet you. As you continued brushing yourself off you took a good look at the state of his uniform, also covered in debris, especially the guards on his legs. When he was close enough to speak to you nodded at him. “Kicked that rock pretty far—are you conditioning?” 

The boy's eyes widened behind his glass as color drained from his face. He “I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to—”  

“Hey, hey, hey,” you interrupted him as his arms went to his side. The boy was confounded by the disruption. “You don’t have to say sorry. I’m not hurt. I conditioned my hands a long time ago. I was a little older than you then, and I’m extremely old now.” You scanned the room swiftly to see if Eraser had decided to investigate the noise, to no avail. “You can go back to your training,” you finished, waving the boy off. 

Before you can go back to your mission the student stopped you. “Wait, I’m the class representative, and a student at UA. I should've been a better example…”

“Then do better next time? There’s a lot of people in here, think about that before you kick the big rock somewhere.”

“I see…” The boy’s hand came up to his chin as he pieced together what you said. You couldn't help wondering if your accent somehow got worse between the meeting and now.  “All of the students training in the gym together is not only about our ultimate moves, but about our awareness of our environment as well,” he commented, although it was clear he was talking to himself. “I take your advice to heart! Thank you—uh?

“Strife. I’m the Pro-Hero Strife.”

“And I am Iida Tenya.” The boy said bowing before you. “Thank you for your advice, Ms. Pro-Hero Strife.” 

You pressed your lips in a tight line looking across the room as the boy continued to bow in gratitude. In all your years, you’ve never quite understood what you were supposed to do in these types of situations. Having someone bow at you was up there with people singing happy birthday or crying, in terms of you not knowing what to do. The best thing you knew to do in either of those situations was move it along as fast as possible. 

Luckily it didn’t last for as long as it felt it would. The boy stood upright and gestured toward the device you held. “Ms. Pro-Hero Strife? I don’t mean to be rude but your tablet has been ringing this whole time.”

“Yeah,” you lifted the tablet higher. “I was borrowing this from Eraserhead. The screaming won’t stop until I get it back to him. Have you seen your teacher?” Apparently he was exactly the one to ask, giving you precise instructions on where to find him. Mic should really take up some lessons from this kid.

By the time you spotted Eraser standing by the side entrance, the one that came from outside, your need to roll up and say “What the hell is wrong with you? I thought we were cool—” was gone.  Explosions and the sound of bowling balls striking drowned out the sound of the tablet. Getting closer to Eraser your spine heats up like a wire. Your eyes locked onto the girl with pink skin above you on a plateau immediately. You crossed her path like a black cat, giving her a slight wave, but not truely stopping to interact with her. She waved back before nearly getting hit on the head by a Smile Man. Two steps later your spine increased by a few more degrees. Still feeling her eyes you glance back to see she was drawing the pathway between you and her teacher. When you reached your destination, you held out Eraser’s stupid little tablet.

“You’re here.” He took the tablet off your hands and tapped at the screen disabling the alarm. “Did you get the information you needed,” he asked with holding the tablet closer, swiping and tapping at the screen. 

A passive aggressive half-thought bubbled in your mind, but floated away just as quick. You weren’t trying to start anything and you were just relieved there was no more high pitched screeching in the menagerie of sound. “For now, yes,” you answered, turning to stand next to him. 

The mountain range ahead was truly something else. Three of the mountains had their own light show going on. One of the mountain tops had a laser beam, another had a full solar flare that made the mountain look like a volcano, and the third was capped with flaming ice. From your time in both countries you can confidently say that pretty lights were one of two things that people across the world could get excited about. Think about it, fireworks, lasers, glow-in-the-dark toys, neon lights— who doesn’t like those things? The only downside these things could have is that they’re often paired with loud noises. Like the explosions in the air and bone rattling booms hitting the pavement.

As you watched the lights, Eraser fiddled with his device, reading something you can’t see on the screen. He didn’t look confused at all so he couldn’t have read your notes.

“I spoke to your class president,” you continued, putting your attention on the flaming ice. “Your students are very serious.”

“That’s how it’s supposed to be.” 

“All of them, or just Iida?” You grin at the swaying flames in the distance. Eraser lowered his tablet and set his eyes on you. Your spine started to heat up and you didn’t have to mention moose-sized rock or how his student tried to apologize to you. “You shouldn’t get nervous, he was training and he’s supposed to improve… I can see—I think he cares more about training than we did.”

“When did you ever care about anything?”

You chuckled and looked at the flames again, “I cared. Less than you but I still cared.”

“I’m sure you did…”

“Iida should work on his aim for his Ultimate Move. I’m sure we both know a giant flying rock could really hurt someone.” Eraser doesn’t respond. Warm air begins to suffocate you next to him. Out of all the dumb jokes you could’ve made that’s what you chose? Adjusting the guards on your arms you looked off. A few Smile Mans— Smile Men(?), were still with the students you could see. The other man, the Cement Snowman was missing, either having left or camouflaged extremely well. That left the only actual adult you’d rather be with— “Where’s Midnight, anyway?”

“She’s helping a student on the other side of the room,” Eraser stated plainly. The explosions from above shook the room as it did before. Bits and pieces shatter and fall onto the main path connecting the mountains and plateaus together. 

“Alright then…” Somehow the steep slants and the narrow trails with falling ruble looked more comfortable then how this conversation felt.

Shifting your weight side to side, the image of stumbling, toppling over the side consumes your thoughts. Yet you still took a step forward. With Midnight on the other side of the gym, and Mic not around at all, you needed to make your own exit. The only practical excuse you could think of was observing the students close and that meant… Looking up toward the looming peaks you gulped.  The looming peaks made you gulp. 

Another heat wave flushed your skin and buried into your bones. Your skull felt like it was expanding. If you weren’t working then you wouldn’t have been okay with this. Eraser of all people should know damn-well you wouldn’t have, maybe that’s what he was relying on. Here you were though, poised and marched into your work as you always did. 

Adrenaline was in the air. 

You’ll work with this.

Eraser called out after you before  you left his sight. “You're not taking notes?” He held the tablet out toward you, but you put your focus on the path ahead. You declined. He’d probably put another one of those god-awful alarms again. His head turned from where you stood to what was behind. 

“Are you sure you can walk okay?”

Your lungs filled with sand. “Why wouldn’t I be?” You smiled as your heart picked up the pace. Did he notice it when you were in the observation room? Or was it the meeting? It’s possible he noticed before than and chose not to say anything before now. The way he tucked the tablet under his arm told you nothing about what could’ve given you away. “The path isn’t smooth. I can ask Cementoss to make a wall if you’re worried about falling.” 

“I’m good,” you said, your smile turned tight. So he didn’t notice your injury, he just wanted to use your past fears against you. Go figure. “I’m going now. Bye.” You didn’t give him a chance to respond before you turned and dropped your grin. You sighed and prepared yourself for the journey ahead.

Having to ignore your fears for the sake of a mission was nothing new. You’ve had to climb and jump off objects at great heights to face opponents and beasts alike. Occasionally you had to jump from one rooftop to another when you worked in a main city. The main difference between then and now was you had a goal. If that’s all you needed…. All you had to do was approach every trainee. Get enough information on their quirk to have an idea then move on. That’s easy! You already saw the class rep, who has speed. He has a good amount of power if he was able to kick that boulder at you. When you punched it, it felt like it was about 1200 pounds–good to know…

You walked past a few more students. The boy with super strength, the other boy with the tail, diaper boy… The next student on the roster was a girl with a frog-themed uniform. She worked on camouflage, which could be seen as strange considering she’s wearing bright green. Then again you wore bright red and she hasn’t noticed you. Actually now that you think about it, the last three didn’t either…

Well that’s awful!

 Grabbing an outlying curve in the wall beside you broke off a chunk. Staring at the back of the girl's head, you counted to ten, but she hadn’t sensed your presence. You squeezed the chunk with both hands until it crumbled to bits. Twenty seconds and the girl still hasn't seen you. You picked a pebble to place between your fingers. Pointed, aimed, then fired toward the wall behind her. She leapt out of the way as a projectile pebble flew past her. 

You hummed. The lack of awareness was concerning, for her and the other students you walked past. However, her reflexes are good for a first year. Shrugging you continued your hike ready to find your next target. 

Flicking pebbles toward students yielded some interesting results. Out of the ten you launched pebbles toward, eight students with the first girl included, had excellent reaction times. Then of those eight, three students– a tall boy with extra arms, a girl who created a giant iron bar, and the girl with pink skin, who shrieked and melted the pebble on instinct–spotted you after stones were thrown. Of course you apologized and said they could ignore you. 

What you weren’t prepared for was student eleven. Unlike the first ten, he stood by a giant generator. The coat of paint was the same green of the robots used for challenges and tests when you were a student. When you entered his vicinity, he faced the path and waved enthusiastically. “Oh, hey!” It caught you off guard. You tried to subtly put the pebbles into your pocket as you met him halfway. The pebbles scattered across his platform when you felt your work phone. The boy, one of the little rockstars from earlier, buffered as he saw them roll away. “So that’s what you were doing— I was wondering when you were gonna get to me! You’re a Pro, right? I’ve never seen you before, where are you from?”

You thought of how to answer the question, but was interrupted by someone below you. “Kaminari! Is that mystery woman up there with you? Who is she?”

“I don’t know! She was about to tell me before you had to interrupt!”

“Well, excuse me for— AAHH!” The girl shrieked. You jumped to the edge of the platform with grit teeth leaving the boy behind you. “Aizawa-sensei!” The girl became pastel at the sight of her teacher drawing closer. 

“Do you have an ultimate move ready, Ashido?”

The girl slumped, “no… But who is SHE,” the girl pointed up at you. Standing upright again, you waved at the two beneath you. When you stopped waving, you used that hand to brush on top of the itching wound and dug your nails in. Eraser kept his eyes on you and you tilted your head back at him. 

The boy, Kaminari, stepped closer to the ledge. “Yeah, she just showed up unannounced in the hallway. We’ve been dying to know!”

Eraser’s hair raised toward his student, but the energy flowing through you stopped leaving you cold. You forced your weight to bended knees. “Does it make a difference to your training?” Dizziness struck you at the distance between where you and they stood. Your side was burning hot, probably because of your little hike. Stepping away, you’ll look suspicious; but if you did nothing you could topple over. You swallowed. How were you supposed to make him stop? Kaminari was downtrodden— he and Ashido didn’t get there answer

“Good morning, I’m Pro-Hero Strife,” you said as kind as you could muster despite yourself. After a split-second of confusion, the students brightened up. “I’m here to help you with your license exams.” You looked toward Ashido who beamed with energy as Eraser’s hair fell back in place. “I’m sorry I didn’t say my name earlier. We wanted you to focus on Ultimate Moves.” As you explain, the warmth of your energy creeped back into your spine. You took your focus off the girl to say a half-hearted apology to Eraser, a simple “my bad, I won’t distract your students again. I mean it— forever, for life.” Now came the exit strategy: “You will know more about me later with everyone in your class okay? Focus on training for now, cool? Cool. ” you and the girl waved goodbye at one another as you stepped away with a sigh.

“I know— Aizawa is scary sometimes,” said Kaminari. 

You chuckle at the statement. “Really? And he lets you call him ‘Aizawa’, casually? My old teacher would’ve made you run laps around campus.”

“Wait, you went here?”

“Yeah, fifteen years ago– I’m like really old.” You nodded.

Kaminari hummed, “doesn’t that make you the same age as Aizawa?”

“Are you ready for that exam now,” you asked. You didn’t feel like giving a history lesson on your personal life at the moment. The flare in your back spiked as the trainee’s curiosity dropped into horror. “No? Alright, then I guess it’s time for me to go,” you held your hand out to the boy catching him off guard. “Right, we don’t usually shake hands with—”

Kaminari shook your hand enthusiastically, “it was cool meeting you!”

After shaking hands, you went back to scaling the mountain. If how you felt earlier told you anything, time was ticking. You needed to hurry before you made your condition worse. Patting at the phone at your side, you thought of whether you should call the medic. When you’re alone you’ll make the decision. You could only call when you were in your hotel room. If anything, after training you can find a way to leave if it gets to that point. 

After Kaminari, you passed by three other students— the boy with red hair punching away at the wall, the other rockstar who made smaller rocks explode, and the boy with the burn scar who was responsible for the flaming ice. You didn’t bother launching pebbles at them. Moving things along, three more students were left at the top. Two of them, a boy and a girl, were in the sky–you don’t know how to work with that, the other one you couldn’t see was shooting something from the platform above you. You squinted at the shiny line in the distance, as you approached closer. Was this plastic—

The ground slid beneath you, then it was gone. You fell parallel to the plastic piling on the floor. The length was the same as a three story house. You attempted to grab the knife at your side, you moved the phone in your pocket, but grasped at nothing.

That’s right… Campus visitors couldn’t bring weapons into school; and you didn't even sign the official papers yet. Falling down, your body twisted until you faced the wall. Generating as much force as you could, you jabbed at the rock.

Fireworks burst your eardrum when your right hand pierced a hole in the wall. A tight coil squeezed around at your side. Thundering explosions rattled your skull, split your brain down the middle.

“What were you doing falling like that for!” A rough voice boomed over the explosion. Two more sounded off before you were slumped on the ground breathless. When you opened your eyes a masked boy with gigantic grenade-style gauntlets and an orange X across his black tank top blurred across your vision. “Aren’t pros supposed to watch where they’re going?”

“Wow. One interesting way to speak to a person you saved—” you commented, pushing yourself up to stand. The shattered remains of your work-phone scattered across the top of the plateau caught your eye. “And my phone’s broken now too…” you finished, looking onward wistfully. 

“You flung yourself off the tower on purpose,” the trainee asked, irritated and baffled at your vacant diatribe. 

Behind you Eraser rushed toward you, and that girl who was in the air floated down. “What do you think will happen when it’s your turn to take the exam?”

“Hey, are you alright?” The girl asked when she was shot in earshot. She touched her fingertips together in a diamond shape– it must be how she activates her quirk. You raised your gloved hand, the one you put through stone, to show off to her. The material had damage, but it was minimal. Just a few scratches. Eraser was getting closer too, anything you’d say he’d hear. 

“I put my hand through the rock a little hard. Your classmate caught me and he did good. Thank you for—”

“Just GOOD?”

“Bakugo,” Eraser called out, the blond student snapped his head up bearing his teeth like that security guard at the entrance. “That’s not how you speak to guests, or people who are helping you with the exam.”

“You made a choice and you acted fast,” you explained. “Your catch was done well, you didn’t hurt me more. If technique was the only thing judges grade on, you would be great.” The boy muttered before walking off. Eraser’s hand clutched at the binding cloth bunched at his neck. 

You raised yours distracting him from grabbing the kid to tell him to respect his elders, you shook your head at the man. He lowered his hand on his weapon, thankfully. God-forbid makes the kid bow to apologize to you. Walking away you went to inspect the remnants of your phone, so much for calling the medic later. 

 “Well…” Eraser opened disturbing the silence in the hallway. After all the improvised excitement happened you were called in by the PA system to Nezu’s office. You signed some papers, got your badge made, and then he wanted to get your opinions on the students you watched today. Eraser entered the room when the conversation was almost finished. When the meeting with Nezu was over, you decided to excuse yourself for the day. Eraser being the gentleman that he is, offered to show you out the gate. The moment he approached the office doors, you could feel he was worked up by something. “What did you think?” 

 “One day in the country and my phone broke,” Eraser didn’t appreciate the joke though. You didn’t think he’d get worried about your evaluation today. “Don’t stress, your students are fine.” You thought about bringing up how most of them didn’t notice how you walked by them and even had pebbles thrown at them, but you figured you’d save that for another time.

“I’d say they’re better than fine considering one of them caught you… what was that anyway? I can’t see the logic behind you falling on purpose.”

“That one student knew why in seconds— you shouldn’t think too much about what happened.”

“So you grew out of your fear of heights then?”

You thought about a moment from when you were younger. A time where you would complete these types of assignments. You held your head high, confident as a lion in front of your classmates; but when classes were over and it was time to tutor Aizawa on some moves, you’d joke about how freaked you were. At one point, you told Shouta all the times you thought you were going to fall before practicing his takedowns. “We grow up eventually, don’t we? I’m not a child anymore, Eraser.” 

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