#that last one is just cuz shes the only one who teaches the class but like dude that first class w her i had was fucking hell

[motherforthefamicom]

finally finished up my midterms that was hell

[webdollzz]

omg like ok imagine professor!rafe like distancing from her because he doesn’t want people to catch on and he’s trying to make them less suspicious. so he doesn’t fuck her for weeks and she starts getting horny desperate and decides to tease him but he continues to brush her advances off and she finally flirts with this guy in the class and rafe fucking looses it. tells her to stay after class and grabs her wrist and brings her back into his office, bends her over his lap, and forces her MINI skirt up (it’s so small it barely covers anything and that only pisses him off more) and spanks her so much she’s going to have marks for days. she ends up sobbing and tells him she just wanted daddy to notice her and he gets all soft on her, telling her he’s sorry, and he loves her, then he fucks her so good and they cuddle after…

LIKE…i can’t he’s actually so yummy 😋 🤤

a/n: this is actually such a scrummy request I got a lil wet mmm mmm mm delicious. love me some professor!rafe.

warnings: older!professor!rafe x younger!student!f!reader. spanking, slight spit kink?, rough handling before he gets all softie, manipulative themes, age gap relationship (all legal, she's 19–21, he's 30–35), possessive and jealous themes, daddy kink cuz he is lit daddy. People know..but like...they don't confront it...or acknowledge.

It wasn't very well hidden amongst the other students that there was something going on between you and Mr Cameron, but everyone, as if it was an unwritten rule, decided to not bring it up.

One, they were all a little scared of Rafe. Some say they've heard rumours of him killing a cop a few decades back, but it was just rumours.

Two, he was the only non wrinkled, slow talking, helpful teacher in the college. If he got fired and they all had to go back to teachers way past their teaching prime, they'd drop the class.

So, they ignored the tension between you, the fact you both coincidentally always show up with hickeys at the same time, and the lingering stares.

Besides, they had no hard evidence to confirm it, just suspicion.

But they hadn't seen any of that in a few weeks now. And God, you were desperate.

You tried touches that lasted a little too long, hidden meaning words, short skirts, no bra, and got nothing. Rafe was just ignoring you.

He felt wrong for doing this. You had your whole life, you shouldn't spend it hung up on some old guy. He was rude, grumpy, and distant. Everything he felt you didn't need.

That's exactly what you need.

But, if you couldn't get it from him, you'll get it elsewhere. You decided to wear an especially short skirt, practically a belt, and a little plain tube top. You're sat in Rafe's lesson, not staring at him for once, and actually looking at the board.

"Hey, do you have notes from last week?" You whispered to the guy next to you, smiling softly. You actually did have the notes, but you needed an excuse for a conversation.

He looked you up and down briefly, knowing the rumours between you and Rafe, but shrugged. He'd take the risk.

"Yeah, yeah, course." He smiled, leaning down to his bag and pulling them out. You scooted closer to him, reading them as he held them, quickly writing it down in your notepad.

"Ugh," you moaned, making extra effort to make it sound sinful enough to get the mans imagination going. "You're a lifesaver. Thank you." you gave him a sticky, lipglossy kiss on the cheek with a smile.

"Anytime, pretty girl." He smirked, licking his lips. You smiled back at him, batting your eyelashes like you would at Rafe.

Who was watching the entire time.

Just because he wasn't fucking you anymore, doesn't mean he'd ever stop staring at you. Watching the whole scene play out, simply wanting to snap the pen in his hand.

You noticed his stare, but didn't meet it. Just continued talking with the boy next to you, your hands lingering on his shoulder and bicep, giggling at his so not funny jokes — it was pitiful to watch you try and flirt with someone other than him. Just so you could have your needy cunt fucked for five minutes before the boy left.

Rafe looked at his watch, noticing his lesson was done. "Dismissed." He told everyone, all beginning to pack their bags and leave. Including you.

"You," He pointed towards you, making you freeze. "Stay."

You nodded softly, nonchalantly waving to the boy next to you with a smile. "Call me!" he chuckled, looking back at you before back at the piece of paper you handed him with your number, nodding to himself before he left.

When everyone was out the room, it was quiet. The only sound being Rafe wiping his whiteboard free of pen, and your thumping heartbeat.

You stepped out from your chair, carefully approaching him.

"What did you want?" You asked, tone flat. Or, at least, it tried to be. If he was going to act like nothing happened, so are you.

"Watch it," He hissed, putting the eraser down and walking to his desk, his palms flat on it. "That mouth of yours has already gotten you in trouble, don't make it worse."

"What have I done? You're the one who's been a dick for weeks!" You scoffed at him, and he stalked out from behind the desk towards you. He towered over you, but kept distance so that the cameras wouldn't catch anything to fire him over. He's already had a few close calls.

"My office. Now." He hissed lowly, and when you began walking slowly, his eyes followed shortly before his feet did. Luckily the camera in his office had been out of commission for a while.

You walked quietly to his office, keeping your head low as he trailed shortly behind you. You could feel his stare on you, all of you.

He wanted to rip his skin off at how short your skirt was, seeing the lace panties he bought you. For only his eyes. Now every fucker in these halls are seeing it.

He pushed the door shut and the sound of the lock clicking sent shivers down your spine. He sat down on the slightly uncomfortable couch in the corner of his office, and stared at you expectantly.

"What?" You crossed your arms, testing the waters to see how long you can stand your ground.

"Come here. Now."

Turns out, not long.

You walked over to him slowly, sitting next to him, which made him sigh.

Grabbing your upper arm and yanking you over his lap, you yelped quietly, not wanting anyone outside to hear.

Your tummy was on his thighs, his hands rubbing soothing strokes on the backs of your legs.

"You want to tell me why you were talking to that boy?" He asked softly, but you knew it was a ruse, you had been punished enough to know what it starts out like.

"None of your fucking business."

Never stopped you from being bratty, though.

He hummed calmly, pulling up your tiny skirt, hardly needing to pull much. He fixed your panties for you, making sure they were nicely splayed against your plush cheeks before delivering a sharp hit to it, the redness immediately rising.

You gasped, burying your face into the couch cushion. Don't want to disturb the passers-by, now do we?

"Want to try that again?" He asked you, gently moving his finger over the red welt.

"B–Because I needed notes.."

Crack!

"Ow! That's the truth!" You whimpered, and he tutted.

"I saw you taking notes all of my last lesson. You always have the notes. Again." He gently pulled your panties higher, making it easier to see the wet patch forming.

"U–uhm.." You mumbled, feeling yourself get emotional. It's been so long since you were in his arms, and now that you are, it's because he's punishing you.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

You cried quietly, and he just tutted and scoffed.

"Don't fucking cry, you — you brought this upon yourself when you started talking to that boy." He grumbled, delivering several more sharp spanks to your already red ass, making you muffle sobs into his leg.

"That's not fair!" you cried, and he gave you four more, two on your ass, the other two on the backs of your thighs.

"More than fair, and you know it." He flipped you over, yanking your panties down your thighs and tossing them somewhere in his office.

You wriggled, your nose scrunching as you sniffled.

"No! M'sorry! Won't do it again." You tried to sit up but he pushed you back down, spreading your legs.

He gave small, but mean slaps onto your puffy clit, your slick sticking to his fingers as he slapped your pussy.

You mewled, looking up at him with tears in your eyes and sniffling. His other hand went to your thighs, slapping you there too. He wanted to leave handprints where people would see. And they'd see them very well with the skirts you wear.

"Have you learned your lesson?" He asked, slapping your thigh again.

You nodded quickly.

"Hm...I don't think you have." he mumbled, lifting your body to go back to spanking your plush ass.

"I'm sorry! Just wanted you to notice, daddy." You cried, and his moments paused. "J–Just wanted you to...to touch me again, m'sorry daddy."

Well, now he felt bad.

"That so?" He asked, barely even above a whisper, bringing you to sit on his lap, facing him instead.

"Uh huh. You haven't even looked at me for weeks, or spoken to me!" You hiccuped, looking at him with big eyes and large tears sitting on your waterline.

His face softened, as did his touch. He gently wrapped his hands around your hips.

"I'm sorry, baby...I didn't realise it upset you so much. I only did it because another teacher asked me about you." He cooed, letting you tuck your head under his chin, nuzzling his neck.

"Could've told me instead of ignoring me..." You whispered against his skin and he could feel your soft lips brushing against him.

"Couldn't be seen with you for a while outside of class, and they check emails." He explained, rubbing over your sore, bruised ass. He felt bad. Sort of.

"Who was the guy?" He asked, gently kissing your temple.

"Ben something."

He'd remember that name to fail him on every assignment for the next six months.

"Y'know you're my girl, right? No one can take care of you like I can." He whispered against your forehead before kissing it, and you nodded softly.

"No one else gets to touch you like me, understand? No one can make you feel as good as I do." He kissed along your cheek, lifting you up gently to kiss your jaw.

You whimpered softly, pawing at his chest as he kissed you and whispered reassurances. What you took as reassurances.

"No one protects you like I do, hm? They don't make you feel safe. I do." He began pulling off your skirt as he led your back onto the dingy couch.

You nodded along to whatever he was say, dumbly agreeing with everything he was saying. They didn't know you like he like did. Didn't fuck you like he did. Didn't treat you like he did.

They'll never be him.

"No fratboy dick can make you cum six times." He scoffed as he brought your legs up, his nose nudging your ankle before he kissed it, then began lowering your knees to your chest.

"And they definitely can't make this greedy cunt as wet as I do." He smirked to himself, running a gentle finger over your puffy clit, humming at the way it glided over with ease.

You whimpered, hips jolting at the slight stimulation.

"Please, daddy.." you cried, keeping your hands on your own legs, keeping your knees firmly against your chest, giving him the best view.

"I'm gettin' to it, let me take my time, sweet girl." He murmured, his hand going to his belt, undoing it quickly and letting it drop to the floor. He pulled his slacks down just enough to grip his cock at the base and pull it out.

He reached the hand over to your chin, tapping it roughly.

"Spit." He stared at you as the spit dribbled from your pouty lips, down your chin, and onto his hand.

He brought that hand back to his dick, using your saliva as lube and giving himself a few mean strokes, his breath hitching.

"You gonna be a good girl for me?" He asked, leaning forward to line himself up. You nodded quickly.

"F'course, daddy."

He slapped his tip against your clit, making you huff.

"Say it." He warned, taking your legs away from your chest and wrapping them around his hips instead.

"M'gonna be a good girl, daddy." you whispered oh so pitifully, and he smiled.

"There's my girl." He slowly began pushing into your tight hole. No matter how many times you fuck, you never adjust.

You whine quietly, squeezing your eyes shut as you clawed at his arm. He had the girth and the length, and despite it being the best dick you've ever had, it was still a struggle.

He watched your tight cunt stretch to accommodate him as he slowly bottomed out inside you. You whimpered, and he nodded.

"I know, baby, I know. Just a few more seconds and you'll feel so good...just relax baby." He cooed, kissing your nose, cheek, and lips gently.

You untensed your muscles, feeling the slight sting of pain fade away, your cunt fluttering and clenching around him.

"Y'can move now, daddy." You whispered into the kiss, and he took a cautious glance at your face to see if you were lying, which you've done before.

"Okay, princess." He slowly slid himself out before he slammed back in, deep but slow strokes, making you hiccup and whimper with every one.

He kissed down your neck and collar bone, grabbing your shirt and ripping it before he kissed over the valley of your breasts.

He looked up at you, seeing your scrunched up face and parted lips. God, you looked so pretty whilst he fucked you.

He kissed his way back up, burying his face into your neck as his arms wrapped around your waist.

"Fuck — best pussy I've ever had, y'know that?" He groaned, speeding up his thrusts, making you bite his shoulder to resist a cry.

You scratched at his back, keeping your legs tight around his waist as he pounded into you, strokes deep and fast, making your head spin.

The sounds of your cunt and skin slapping filled the room, his pelvis nudging your puffy clit occasionally. You moaned and whined, writhing beneath him.

He groaned and grunted into your neck, his moans mixing with yours as you felt the coil twist tighter in your abdomen.

"M'close, daddy.." you whimpered, and he nodded, trailing a hand down to circle his thumb over your clit.

"Cum for daddy, baby. C'mon." He cooed, feeling himself grow closer as he felt your soft cunt squeezing and fluttering around him rapidly.

"O–Oh! Oh!" You whined in his ear, your legs shaking as your orgasm ripped through you, coating his dick and pelvis. He chuckled quietly before he kissed your shoulder, ramming into you to chase his own high.

You squeaked and squealed, but stayed still, knowing that he'd get upset if you made him lose his rhythm.

He panted in your ear, grumbling a quiet. "Fuckin' love you — and this pussy, fuck." before his orgasm met him, his hips stopping as he buried himself as deep as he could inside you, letting out a low growl like sound as he came, filling your pussy to the brim.

He stayed there for a moment to let both of you catch your breaths before he slowly pulled out, muttering a quiet apology as you whimpered, and began cleaning you up with some tissues.

He dressed you and himself again, but didn't want you to leave. So, he wrapped an arm around your waist tightly, pulling you tighter on his lap and resting his head against yours.

"Did you mean it?" You asked quietly, fiddling with a button on his shirt. He knew what you were referring to. His little slip up.

"Yeah..I did." He mumbled, pushing down the guilt that replaced the euphoria in his abdomen.

"I love you too." You kissed his shoulder.

Thank god his office was almost completely soundproof.

Almost.

© WEBDOLLZZ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒.

[eosphoria]

quirkless teacher izuku, running out on his class because kacchan got kidnapped again. And just because he's quirkless doesn't mean he's still not fearl and protective of kacchan.

No cuz imagine if Deku found his purpose in teaching, as a way to keep on going even if quirkless. And his selflessness and poor skills to take care of himself kick out even as a teacher. He does not miss a day in school, he'll go with a fever, with leftover pain from his old injuries. He'll be there no matter what because his students need him.

But one day at school he notices people murmuring and shushing when he passed by. He got antsy but he also paid no mind, there's too much to do!!!

Unless he hears one of the last year students say Dynamight's name. Izuku thinks he heard wrong. Maybe it was all might instead of him. And if it was all might, yes he would be worried, but he might just take some fruits and sweets to his hero and that's it.

But izuku's heart sinks, because the reaction of his students is too damn obvious and he seems almost apologetic. What is it. Please someone tell him what happened.

He never was as happy as right now for a "problem child" as aizawa called them, because she was brutally honest and told him that Dynamight has not been seen since his last mission, and the last radio communication they had with him, had clear noises of struggle and pain.

Izuku might not have OFA anymore. But something clearly ignited in him, and he was never this fast. Not even with a quirk. Cuz when he had it, he wasn't able to save katsuki.

Izuku had told his students, about how his journey as a hero started because of his body moving on his own. They had never seen it in person, because back then they were still little. But now classes had been stopped because of a raging green haired teacher running through the hallways to leave without a notice or word of any kind.

He tried calling Dynamight, he tried calling everyone that was on that mission. But dynamight's phone was the only one turned off, instead of beeping and going to voicemail.

He was frantic, unstoppable, until being tied by aizawa who had a mixture of annoyance and nostalgia to see his student, now coworker, acting like this. He thought for a second on how to get through this rabid man who was muttering to let him go, let him go to help him, let him go to...

"what can you even do? Do you have that little faith in him?"

Izuku was breathing so fast that he was breathless, he choked up and only could say no with his head while still trying to get out of aizawas grip.

Aizawa thought that his students couldn't see izuku like that, and he could not let him go home because the idiot would certainly go to find Bakugo so he tied him as tightly as he could and promised him to get in touch with dynamight's team so he could give any update to izuku.

Izuku was spiralling, for various reasons. He still had the memory of katsuki's corpse on the field. He felt lonely without OFA but now he felt helpless.

Where could he be. What is he doing.

Is he not going to be capable of ever helping or saving bakugo?

But aizawa was right, he had to have faith in him. He had to have faith in his hero, in the one who again and again has done amazing stuff and came thru the other end alive, even in the most ridiculous scenarios.

"he'll be fine, he'll be fine, please be fine" the muttering continued for hours.

It was now dark, and aizawa had not returned as he was also busy with his class and izuku's class. Deku was swaying himself, while tied up still, to calm himself a bit and wait for answers.

"where is he?!?" He heard, it was still low but soon enough it was a loud and strong voice that he recognized and made him choke up. Dynamight. "GET OUT OF MY FUCKING WAY WHERE THE FUCK IS HE." Dynamight was alive. Deku was not believing his ears though, he had to see him.

The students in their dorms were able to hear the screams, and were still very much confused after their teacher went missing for the entire day and now one of the pro heros was making a scene.

Deku tried to move but the hunger and emotional turmoil had gotten him exhausted and now he just wanted to bawl his eyes out.

But he finally saw him, the relief of hearing him had gone away. Dynamight was injured. Seriously injured. Not dead, wonderfully, but his suit was ripped. He was dirty with mud and blood, and had a slight limp to his movements. He had awful dark bags under his crimson eyes, that were still sparkling as they did when he used cluster. "Why were you calling? What the fuck happened and why did old aizawa had to tie you up? Answer me dammit"

What do you mean why was he calling, WHERE HAD HE BEEN. WHY IS HE IN THIS STATE. WHY HAD HE GONE MIA AND WHY COULD NO ONE GIVE HIM A FUCKING ANSWER.

But katsuki was too busy thinking that izuku needed him, and when he found out that this fucking nerd was searching for him, he spent the last bits of his energy in a sudden escapade throwing all their strategy and planning through the window. The villains were thankfully caught, but all of the evidence they needed had been destroyed because Blondie right here had decided to explode everything and anything to come over here.

Seems like they'll keep to misunderstand each other, and of course they didn't talk about this on their way home, as aizawa told them to deal with their fucking mess and leave him alone.

[antoncore]

tutor eunsok!!!!!

so I kinda see in this scenario that eunseok is like a year or two older than reader, and he'd had put up small posters around campus for anyone needing tutoring for a class he'd already taken the previously! so when he got an enquiry, he expected it to be some needy boy, but instead was met with cute, shy, and crybaby reader! agreeing on tutoring her bcoz why not??

him always being strict from the get-go, and reader being slightly intimidated by him, cuz the way he carries himself + a year older! giving her hw to do, checking in on it every lesson, and ofc she does all the hw on time, asking if she doesn't understand! never letting her skip classes except a medical emergency, always expecting hw to be done...

slowly as you guys get more into the tutoring sessions, he tells u to come study over at his apartment, just so yoy can study comfortably and don't have to worry abt eating or being too loud! he'd always say when its time for you to go back to ur dorm "stay if you don't understand the content", you sometimes falling asleep there

also see reader going to him after she gets a bad mark, just sobbing while she's on his lap, and he's reassuring you like you're not stupid or dumb, you can sury improve your grades next time!!!

but then some days if he knows ur procrastinating on purpose / not listening, he just stares at ur large eyes staring up at him, and fingers you while making you say the content u just learnt out loud, saying he'll only make you cum if you understand it properly...

also see the reader texting him one day "seok... I don't think I can make it to our tutoring lesson today evening" and he just replied with "why, are u okay" obviously worried, and she's just like '"just an personal emergency", but then later that evening when he sees u at the bar with ur friends, and u make eye contact with him, he knows this wasn't just some "personal reason"

you showing up to the tutoring lesson the next day at his apartment, slowly walking in, not daring to saying anything while he just lifts ur chin up and is like "you know I hate liars the most, right?" "if u didn't wanna study so badly yesterday, could've just told me yk" "yk what happens to liars... they get taught s lesson" making reader cockwarm him the whole time she learns the content she missed yesterday, no matter how much she whines, cries, whimpers!

also when u fall asleep during tutoring, he just asks you "what were u up last night studying for?" and when u reply "the hw u gave :(" hes always like "you know I'm here to teach you the content doll, ask me a million times if you don't understand"

ohhh but then also when ur here at his apartment after class, with the big red "100%" on ur paper, he's so happy! just hugs you and tells you "I think you deserve a little reward, hmmm?" 🤒

the reader always being so shy, never responding in full sentences l, just nodding yes, or saying "hmm", he just thinks ur so adorable!

but also see even eunseok slipping up one day, when he calls u over one day to return a book he gave u and typing 10pm instead of 10am, so here u are, at his door at 10pm! him having a little party with his friends and sungchan opens the door, letting eunseok know "a little cutie is here" while eunseok just wonders who he's talking abt??? you pulling out the book you were supposed to return, giving it to sungchan to give it back to eunseok while he just keeps on flirting with you.... eunseok finally coming over to the door, surprised to see u and then realises he drunkily typed "10pm" instead of "10pm". telling sungchan to leave you alone, and apologizing to u that u had to witness all that, so when u go to leave, hes like "wait, did u walk here alone at 10am wearing that?" "and were u serious studying right now", seeing ur hair up in the hairstyle you do when ur studying, and u just nod nervously, and he sighs... even though he's drunk doesn't mean he's lost his senses!! telling you to come inside and just sleep over, vcoz he doesn't have the energy to walk yoy back, nor does he want you to walk alone or send you with his friends alone! you being super shy and awkward just following him, when u notice anton, a dude from your class at his apartment, realizing they might be in the same friendgroup! eunseok being protective of you, making you walk behind him and taking you up to the guest bedroom and just telling you to sleep there, and that he'll take u to ur dorm tmrw morning!

ahhh i swear I could continue with WAY better scenarios, but I fear it would be too long, so this is it for now! hope you enjoyed!!! - 🍫

I ENJOYED THIS SM ANON???? U RLLY FED ME (AND EVERYONE WHO READS THIS)

eunseok would praise you so much and you who has a praise kink… what can you do except get wet🥹 but you’re just too shy to say anything until he notices someday

also gonna take a sappy turn here but imagine him watching you sleep as he’s drunk. you’re just so cute, adorable etc and that’s the moment he realises that he may have a crush on you. you’re all he’s ever needed in a girl. he kisses your cheek as you sleep but he would never want to admit that to you. he’ll subtly flirt with you during your lessons and half the time you wouldn’t even realise! he had to make it more obvious to you haha

[artistsfuneral]

I just watched a vid on the weird obsession ppl had over 9\11 in america and Canada and that reminded me of when I was in middle school and we were made to write a fictional story about someone dying in the holocaust except they didn't really teach us what had happened in the holocaust in any real detail at the time so we all just wrote a bunch of hungry people sitting around on shitty bunk beds while someone who can only be described as every german stereotype mashed together (we were like 11 give us a break) shouted at them for no particular reason. Personally I think I did a good job with what I was given and instead wrote a love story between a Hungarian guy and a Greek guy cuz that was really the only thing I could think of since writing a good 5~ pages of just people sitting around and talking sounded boring to me. You might be wondering by this point why im telling you all this, well you see, it's 2am and i can't sleep so i have nothing better to do

2am, can't sleep, posts are so incredibly valid

also school stays with you for much longer than you'd like and also also who tf teaches 11/12 year old about Holocaust? You do actually need to be older to fully grasp that shit, no wonder that's a weird memory for you

But- you wrote something you remembered, pretty sure morw than half of your class doesn't, which makes that assignment kinda special to you.

I remember this writing assignment from English class where we had a couple of given sentences that we should either use as our first or last sentence for a small story and I wrote something in the pov of a father who worries about his daughter, always getting into fights, always going on dangerous adventures, being much more fierce than her brothers etc, but in the end he decided that his daughter would be alright because "she was just like her mother" and reading that out loud everyone went ooooooooooooh and our teacher (one of the few I liked) told me it was very good and :)

It's the little things that matter

Also fuck you to all the kids from that other class, that laughed when I told them I'd convince my parents to buy me a puppy by next year - my dog is now 7 and standing right next to me, begging for strawberries

[zerobaseonefics]

BLOOMING DAY

blooming day . . . day four

note . . . the chapter is pretty long (~2.4k words) cuz i couldn't update last week.... hope y'all will enjoy 🤭

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most of the time, you would consider yourself as pretty much smart. but now, oh, you felt really dumb. but how could you not think they were not dating? most of the time, boys aren't that into skinship with their friends... but hanbin literally just walked away with his arm around hao's waist.

"seems like you were a hanbin hater for no reasons... maybe you should try and give him a chance", mashiro tried to advice you.

"you know damn well she's into an another hanbin", yujin replied.

"the other hanbin", chaehyun sang with the melody of that one lana del rey song.

"and more importantly, i have other reasons to hate him", you said.

the girls all looked at you, waiting for you to explain yourself on what were the reasons. but, you know, it's only chapter four and i'm not willing to spill all the tea now. your eyes met the huge clock of the cafeteria, which was telling your class was starting in 10 minutes.

"well, i had enough of this bitch today, so we'll talk about this some other time. i gotta go."

mashiro heavily sighed, annoyed about the fact she could've note down the reasons you dislike hanbin so she could help him. but you were not willing to be late to class, so she was missing on that opportunity. a small voice in her head told her that maybe, maybe, she should also go to class, but she had no idea what class she was supposed to have now... so she might as well make sure she sees the chaos created by her own hands with her own eyes.

"wait, y/n!"

your eyes met your friend as she called you, and you simply hummed to let her know you were listening to her and pressuring her to talk quickly.

"you have photography class, right?"

"yeah! why?"

"i signed up for the new semester! let's go together!"

in fact, mashiro didn't sign up for shit, and you were kinda suspicious about the fact she did. but could you care less? you'd love to be with mashiro for that class!

i mean... with mashiro... a few seats further.

not that you had anything against your dear best friend, no, absolutly not. you signed up to the photography class once because you were interested in it. but it's also the place where you met the hanbin that made your heart beat because of something opposite to wrath. and as much as you like photography, remember you're a passive ass bitch who doesn't have much hobbies or passion for anything... except for flowers and now park hanbin. and photography class was great because your seat bestie was the said hanbin. you'd rather sit next to him whether or not mashi was there, and you'd rather be not too close to her because if you ever try to flirt... she won't let you live that down.

that's what you explained to her on the way, and she had no problem with that. the class officially starts at 2pm. however, since most people had their lunch break before this, even the teacher is usually around 10 minutes late. it's also park hanbin's case. he's the leader of the hip hop team and he usually uses the lunch break to practice by himself so he can teach his teammates easily later. since the room where he practices is a the complete opposite of the campus, he always arrive two minutes after the teacher. he never got reprimanded by the teacher for being literally twelve minutes late because there was two door to the classroom : one in the front, and one in the back. park hanbin would always enter through the back one and sit immediatly next to you since it was the closest to the back door. that's how destiny led you next to the boy that pleased your eyes whenever you saw him on the campus.

if the teacher and your crush, just like most of your classmates, were always late to this class, it was not your case. you're not a firm adherant to rules nor a very punctual person, but being late would mean someone could take your usual seat, and take away from you the opportunity to sit next to park hanbin.

that day was not any different than the others. the room was empty when you got in with mashiro. naturally, your feet led you to your cherished sit. you let your bag on the table as you peacefully sat and started to take out your material. mashiho went to sit at the row before the last one, but not in front of you. she wanted to see what was about to happen, so she took a seat a bit further.

as you were looking for the file that had all your previous lessons for this class on your laptop, you heard someone step into the class. you didn't pay much attention to it, uninterested in whoever just passed the door because there was no way it was the person you were waiting for. the footsteps started to be closer, and you finally heard the chair next to you be dragged backward a bit so the person could sit. it was not even 2pm yet...

"i didn't know you're taking this class."

i admit, you might be a little dramatic, because the horrified look you were wearing right now was absolutly unnecessary. from your face alone, people would think they were watching a horror movie (i mean not your face, you're super pretty, but your expression). you saw a ghost or something? nothing like that. it was just hanbin's voice that just talked to you right now.

but not the right hanbin.

slowly, you turned your head to face him. it was really him. sitting at the place park hanbin was supposed to take in order for him to not get noticed by the teacher. and in order for you to gush about him for a hour and half straight. you coughed to clear your voice and regain you composure.

"hum. excuse me, hanbin, but i have a friend who's gonna sit there so it would be great if you can get your ass up and change seats."

"i don't see your friend yet..."

ignoring your attempt at chasing him, hanbin started to put his things on the table as well, preparing himself for the class. you were already tired from the situation and you let your back rest on the wall next to you.

"well, he's coming. there's plenty of seats since we're only three in the classroom."

"i know, i have eyes. but i'm used to sit at this place in most of my class and it's gonna shock my brain if i ever take another seat.

"you're sure? i'm pretty sure if you gaslight yourself enough you'll be doing pretty fine on the opposite of the classroom."

"the opposite?"

"yeah, you see, i'm sitting at the last row, on the right and it would be better for both of us if you go and sit on the front row, on the left."

you were a laptop girlie, that's how you took your notes. but hanbin was more on the hand written side. when he finished setting up his pencils and notebook, he looked at you, squiting his eyes like he was analyzing you.

"i'm not planning on changing seats. if you hate it that much you can change yourself", he said innocently. with a passive agressive smile, you replied.

"the thing is i need to sit here because my friend can only sit in the back."

"too bad, seems like your friend is gonna have to find another place."

hanbin knew you couldn't seat anywhere else if you wanted to be with his arch-nemesis. you were just hoping he would get the hint and leave... but you felt like it was not gonna happen. and you started to see clear in hanbin's attitude. i mean, not clear to the point you know mashiro is helping him, but clear enough to see you bruised his ego by rejecting him and that's why he was not giving up on you. there were no other way. what would he like that much about you for him to go through the humiliation but still court you? he didn't know you that much. and you didn't feel like the most interesting person. compared to him, you were nothing, and it was never a problem to you. you never planned on living life fully. but you just couldn't get why he would be so hung up to you if it wasn't for his ego.

but people like him are easy to get rid off. if his ego is the problem, you just had to hurt it more so he would run away and eventually accept failure.

"tell me, hanbin, aren't you embarassed?"

"embarassed...?" he repeated, confused.

"yeah. normal people just avoid the person that rejected them. i thought i made it clear i have no romantic feelings to you, nor attraction. i don't even like you as a person."

"and so? i was not born with a crush on you, feelings change with time and maybe i can change how you feel."

you gave him a haughty look before sighing and letting your chin rest in the palm of your hand.

"that's why i gave you buttercups." offended, hanbin gasped, before putting his hand on his mouth to cover his shock. he couldn't let you see that got to him. a small smirk made its appearance on your face as you saw his reaction.

"well... the flowers were pretty." he tried to explain.

"yeah, but it doesn't change anything to their meaning. be honest with me, you don't like me that much, right? what is making you act like that?"

"i just think you got the wrong idea about me and i would love to get to know each other better. i wanna have a different bouquet next time."

"my friends suspect you of having a humiliation kink."

"i don't talk about my kinks on our first photography class..."

the conversation you were having and his playful remarks made you forget about what was around you : the class was filling up and your teacher hurriedly came in. losing track of the time as you were trying your best to make hanbin feel unconfortable so he could leave, you didn't see two more minutes have passed.

with little to no noise, the back door of the class room was pushed open. park hanbin only peaked his blueberry head in, a smile on his face as the idea of sitting next to you. the smile fell soon enough when he saw you with another guy... it would've been okay if at least you let him have the seat next to the door so the teacher wouldn't see him, but it was not the case. double treason.

park hanbin's eyes brushed the room to realize the only empty seat was the one on the front. he had no other choice than to accept his fate, and he made its way to it, getting yelled at by the old man in the front of the class.

if hanbin felt proud of the fact his plan to take the other hanbin's seat next to you worked, he didn't expect you to stop talking to him after that. you just decided to ignore him throughout the lesson, and you were too busy thinking about whether or not park hanbin was going to be mad at you.

as soon as the class was dismissed, park hanbin made its way to you. it cleared all your worries when he waited for the girl sitting in front of you to go so he could sit there. facing you with a teasing smile, park hanbin let his elbow rest on your table.

"what is that? you let me down for a new friend?" he said playfully.

"i literally got kidnapped by this man, i fought him to save your seat but he didn't listen to me...", you replied dramatically, making park hanbin's smile widen.

oh no, sung hanbin, alert! i think you might be thirdwheeling right now... the brunette coughed to catch your attention.

"hum. i'm sung hanbin, the new seat bestie." he had no idea what he was doing right now, but he gave his hand to park hanbin for him to shake it. the blueberry-haired guy took his hand to shake it politely.

"well, i already know your name. i'm park hanbin, the original seat bestie."

park hanbin didn't pay much more attention to the boy sitting next to you, his eyes were quickly back on you.

"so, y/n... you should make it up to me, right?"

sung hanbin couldn't stand the fact he was getting invisible to you as a coy smile created by park hanbin was evident on your face, and your eyes were on this other boy only. he silently listened to the two of you planning to go to a coffee shop after park hanbin's dance class as he put his pencilcase and notebook in his bag. he chewed the inside of his cheek, having no other choice but to accept a new failure today, and he got up to leave the class to you and your crush.

as soon as he got out of the class, he got pulled agressively by someone way smaller than him. mashiro. hanbin sighed.

"bro, i think i fucked up my soup" he said to the japanese.

"don't be defeatist! didn't you hear them? they're going to that cafe next to campus."

"so...? do you want me to crash their date or something? i don't think that's right."

"yeah, that wouldn't be right if you were going there on purpose to do that."

confused, the boy looked at mashiro, waiting for her to explain herself. mashiro pinched her nose in despair.

"what do i do with someone like you... y/n should have give you the flower of stupidity."

"does it exist?"

"that's not the subject, idiot! that's literally your mom's cafe! you're not crashing their date, you're just helping your mother as a barista!"

for the second time today, hanbin gasped. maybe god, the universe, hell, mother nature! whatever, was on his side... his two hands went to grab mashiro's shoulders.

"you're a genius, thank you!"

"i know, duh."

[an-au-blog]

Thinking about Shuggy college au and got to thinking about the relative ages of other characters and now I’m thinking of end of High school aged Frobin. Robin is that loner goth girl turned popular goth girl that is still seen as a bit odd but she’s smart and helpful and has a slightly morbid sense of humor that just endears her to her classmates. Franky is that loud jock who comes to school in way too short shorts even when the weather doesn’t permit for it. You’d think he’s a huge dumbass from the way he acts sometimes but he actually knows a lot of stuff and gets decent grades and is pretty nifty with machines (Also sometimes babysitting his kid neighbor Usopp and teaching him how to not hit his thumb with a hammer). Both of them having this kind of „end of a slow burn“ relationship where Franky is trying to gather his nerves and tell his long term friend that he has feelings for her and it’s completely fine if she doesn’t, but also she’s going to move to college after the end of this school year and he’s afraid about what that means for them and not to mention he’s „smart“ but Robin is like „SMART smart“ and is going to study history and oh GOD what if this is the thing that makes them loose contact and Oh god, oh no, oh fuck.

… probably ends with her just spontaneously taking his hand and asking HIM out, completely oblivious that he has been fretting over this for almost an entire school year. Just felt like the right thing to do to her. A decision she made right that moment.

I... I never really calculated her years in the college au and at first I thought, pft, she won't be that old but then... like she IS around 10/11 years older than Luffy and assuming he's around 5/6 she'd be in her last years of school omg D:' I'm supposed to be good at math how did I not see this???

Also you have no idea how happy I am, this is my first frobin ask I was so happy when I saw it and then my happiness doubled because it's the college au hahaha :')

If I haven't given you a name, can I call you Franon? Or Fronan?? (haha cuz frobin + anon...)

(Edit: by the time I was halfway through writing this post, I realized I've written an entire subplot lol':))

Robin is definitely that weird kid in school that's a bit too smart for her own good and most teachers just think she's a smartass. The type that even though she moved schools and now she's pretty (and still a bit weird, just hides it better), she still has the outcast mentality. She doesn't know how to be herself and she definitely doesn't know what to do, react or even comprehend that someone wants to be friends with her. Let alone to be interested in her romantically.

Franky on the other hand is so outgoing because he's so weird. People will see him in a blizzard in his short shorts and sunglasses and go "how the heck are you not cold". He'd respond with "oh, I'm freezing! I have a parka and two cotton shirts under there!" and people would laugh along. The type to high-five and greet random people he's talked to once as if they've been friends for ages. I feel like he'd also kinda be the class clown but in a somewhat respectful way. There's a meme about someone calling Prometheus a mad lad and then Hermes a Chad, and I feel like that would be his vibe.

Also, I'm sorry Fronan/Franon, but I'm absolutely stealing the idea that Franky babysits Usopp and they have fun arts and crafts type of bonding. He'll need it for the stuff I've been planning for him and Yasopp >:]]]

Everyone assumes he's a moron, but it's until Robin sees him in one of his extracurricular advanced classes that she realizes he's not only smart but funny and fun to be around. It turns out that they also have a lot in common and quickly become friends.

Also him overthinking it and her asking him out is so on brand imo and I absolutely love it. And maybe here comes into play the fact that he's so friendly with everyone so he automatically assumes people like him so he doesn't know what signs for romantic feelings look like? And how she doesn't think anyone could like her in that way? I can imagine him trying to talk himself out of it because she's going places and what could he give her to make her be with him anyway. While she's sitting next to him already planning a schedule for their talks for their long distance relationship.

And of course, their long distance relationship works very well. They both love each other so much they try their best to have at least two or three nights to talk. In fact, their relationship has a very strong foundation of getting to know each other because of the physical separation.

Or so I'd like to think hehe :')

[guesswho873]

ok so....

since you guys kinda liked the last one , i thought of sharing this memory that i will never forget in my life

so back in high school i had a friend who was actually really ticklish and i would like constantly poke them or squeeze their side (just to be clear they were completely ok with it) but they still wanted revenge.

So one in history class me being a little shi-

i poked them AGAIN, and i guess my other friend, who had the knowledge about my ticklishness, told them how to gat me back.

so there i was sitting and listening to the teacher without any suspicion. when suddenly they squeezed my lower-ribs- side and i kid you not i was 100℅ Not expecting that especially not in front of the teacher!!

But thankfully(?) i did not squeak but i gasped loudly and flinched and was holding back my giggles.

of course the teacher noticed us and some students were looking at us and i f-ing had to play if off like "o-oh nothing j-ust thought of something...". and i was not a troublemaker so the teacher just gave me a warning like " yeah, pls don't interrupt the class again" and went back to teaching.

and i can clearly hear my friends laughing at the back.

you think that was it right? i thought so to, but no. the WHOLE 45 or so minutes of class they were poking squeezing my ribs and sides.

AND i was sitting where the teacher can very clearly see me and she kept her eyes on me. so i couldn't even laugh nor hide my spots cuz the teacher would find out, and my friends were sitting where to the teacher they are not really visible.

they did not poke in pattern, it was so random, sometimes there will be a long interval between the pokes or no time at all, and it would be on a different spot everytime. this was clearly planned.

the only time i get to react is when the teacher is turned to write on the board.

even then, all i can do is to say "quit it" will they listen? no.

finally the class ended and the teacher went out and i was like "what the feck!?" but we ended up just laughing about it.

sureeee i tickled them before but this was just mean.

again if yoy have a story like this pls tell me, i am all ears~~~

[artzychic27]

Morning! And I love Mom!Bustier. But consider this; Caline is Nathanial’s mom, but in the SB&IB AU.

Got any ideas or scenarios for that?

Let's see...

We're not killing off the lesbian and pansexual, because there have been enough queer deaths in this lifetime.

Let's make Nathaniel a bullying target at school

Here, Caline Kurtzberg-Bustier is trying her hardest to help her son, but with that asshole in office threatening to get her fired and blacklisted through Damocles, she can't do much because she loves teaching

And it's her only job experience

Nathaniel's been Chloé's bullying target since they were three because she saw him as easier to mess with than Marinette

And because of his antisocial nature, this makes him bait for other bullies, mainly the kids with influential parents who threaten his mother's job by complaining to Damocles about her physically abusing them in class

To them, it's easy to pick on someone who won't/can't do or say anything... Bastard cowards.

His classmates don't do anything because they don't feel like fighting with those students and he assures them that it's okay, and they believe him.

They don't feel like terrible, horrible people every time he comes in looking like hell because he didn't get enough sleep because some asshole jock forced him to do his math homework

And Alix and Marinette aren't there to help out because Chloé pulled some strings to get them sent to a dormitory school for troubled teenagers after they assaulted her for pouring juice on Nathaniel when they were ten

Now no one has the courage to stand up for Nathaniel, not even going so far as to talk to him. He just blends into the back drawing, and when he gets home, he cries into his pillow

Then one weekend, he's out shopping for art supplies when he spies two things in the display window of a thrift store. They are simple brooches. Still, he buys them

He puts them on, Nooroo and Duusu appear and gives the run-down once Nathaniel has stopped panicking

Nathaniel is thrilled because finally, something good in his life has happened, now he has friends to talk to, and he has powers... However, good things don't last

On Monday, Mme. Bustier, sleep deprived and stressed admonishes Chloé in front of the entire school for having Sabrina do her homework, and in turn, Chloé has Damocles fire her. However, many of the teachers threaten to quit, so Damocles suspends her for a month without pay

And to make matters worse, some assholes post bad reviews about Aya's diner and it causes a health inspector to come. It's going to take a while before people can trust the food again

Finally having enough, Nathaniel snaps and disregards the Kwamis words about how the Miraculous is not to be used for evil. Nathaniel, still angry, forces them to stay silent as he transforms into Blue Emperor

Nathaniel is quick to create a senticreature to destroy the home of one of his tormentors, and when the deed is done, he can't bare the thought of destroying his creation, so he stores it in his fan

The sentimonster catches the attention of one Wang Fu, so he passes the Ladybug and Black Cat Miraculous along to... Let's say... Reshma and Ismael, cuz why not? Plus, no love square.

Blue Emperor only becomes more brutal with his attacks when Spotted Threat and Catra make their appearance. Also, he needs to take his anger from school out on something

Keep in mind, Blue Emperor doesn't hurt anyone younger than him (15)

And while his mothers are still temporarily out of work, Nathaniel decides to be of some assistance and has his senticreatures rob Chloé. He tells his moms the money came from art commissions, and he just loves how that put smiles on their faces. But he's only just getting started

He sends his previous senticreatures and an Akuma to storm city hall (I know, poor choice of words) and gives the mayor an ultimatum. Resign, or he will burn the building to the ground

Spotted Threat and Catra arrive on the scene and purify his Akuma, but in the process of Blue Emperor getting his senticreaures to safety, they purify one in the process, basically killing it in his eyes

So, now it's personal

Ever since the death of his senticreature, Nathaniel's been more withdrawn than usual, worrying his mothers. At school, his mood becomes worse when one of his bullies decides to take his anger out on him after he was targeted by a senticreature

And once again, Nathaniel snapped, gave the guy a verbal lashing that was like a psychological attack, and got detention. Little did he know, this got the attention of one impressed writer

So, after serving out his detention, Blue Emperor decides to have a sentimonster pay Damocles a visit. And if people are suspicious, he'll just put on a meek demeanor like, "But how could I have done that? I don't have powers or the money to pay anyone."

One day, when he hears Nathaniel didn't come to school today, Marc offers to drop off his homework. It'll give them a chance to talk, and maybe he can apologize for being a bystander for so many years

But when he walks into Nathaniel's room, he doesn't expect to find him talking to two colorful sprites about him being Blue Emperor!

Marc panics and is about to run and tell someone, but,

Nathaniel: Marc... I am nothing but a loving son trying to help his mothers while also teaching certain people a lesson or two. Besides, you know they deserve what I've done- The Mayor, Damocles, Chloé, all of them.

Marc: ... You're hurting people.

Nathaniel: It's best not to think of them as people. Besides, I make sure my Akumas and senticreatures don't hurt any civilians. They've done nothing to wrong me, so I have no reason to harm them. So... You can run out that door, tell people what I'm doing, and leave my mothers sobbing and wondering where they went wrong as the city treats them as pariahs. Or, we can make this our little secret. Besides, I could use some help taking care of my senticreatures... So?

Marc: ... Nobody needs to know.

It was close to the middle of the school year when Marc, Nooroo, and Duusu start to become more concerned about Nathaniel. The Kwamis explain that overuse of the Miraculous combined with Nathaniel's mental state has corrupted him

He becomes braver, fights back more, physically stronger, and even his appearance as Blue Emperor changes a bit. He uses his abilities to read people's emotions to his advantage and tortures his bullies so they're too scared to report him

Having seen enough, Marc resorts to taking the Kwamis and running but only manages to get Duusu before Nathaniel transforms, this time into his fully corrupted form and he proceeds to make an army of Akumas to ravage Paris

... Did I just make a whole-ass au?... I did.

[cgsartwork]

Throwing my questions in the ring(⁠づ⁠￣⁠ ⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠づ

Two for Alex:

- How is it teaching in Valhalla? Anything that would be different from human education?

- WHO IS THE BIG SPOON AND LITTLE SPOON!

________________________________________The rest are general questions for everyone!

- What is the most dumb thing each one has ever done?

-Is there someone they like to mess with specifically?

-Do they have any regrets from the time they were alive?

- Who would most likely befriend gods? If so which gods?

That's all pookie<⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

AAAA THANK U FOR THE QUESTIONS POOKIE!! <3 For Alex: It is different in a sense that this man has to teach the young gods and OH LORD HE NEEDS SLEEP SO BAD. Legit, despite the fact that he is a human he knows some things much better than anyone (like old magic and the generall customs and rituals of the different gods) so the Academia just places him in whicherver class possible. And another thing that is different, is that many young gods are just- brats. Imagine the worst class possible and Alex gotta deal with them all. (which, he can. at the end of the day, he is a great techer and knows how to do his work. but it aint his fault if some of his students dont want to remeber anything) In short- its more stressful (and he needs a long vacation which is long overdue-) AND FOR THE BIG AND LIL SPOON QUESTION!! Very silly but Alex is actually the big spoon! Even if Jack tries- the british man always ends up being the lil spoon. (Alex is like a smoll cuddly bear ngl. very nice to hug and will hold u comfortably) Now to the rest! What is the most dumb thing each one has ever done? = Alex: Some silly things did happen but i dont think he ever had a "the most dumb thing" kind of situation. Maybe he took on the shirt the wrong way or mixed up some books. (or randomly switches to russian when speaking to Jack. especially when nervous- only to then translate it all to him-) Pero: Eazy- Thought she could eavesdrop on Jack and Alex (cuz gurl was worried about her brother) and didnt notice the door was slighly open. she fell into the room (she refused to leave her chambers for almost 2 weeks) Astor: Casted the wrong spell even though he did it like 100 times- welp there was a storm aferwards Anderson: Tbh- i am unsure? Pushkin: Duell his friend. He died afterwards Natalia: perhaps not stopping her husband from duelling his friend-

Is there someone they like to mess with specifically? Alex and Pero frequently mess with each other- if the siblings dont go one day without messing with each other, something is off Astor: It seems to be so bonkers- but Loki, Heimdall and Brunhilde. Andersen: Fr- this man prefers not to mess with anyone. He had enough- Pushkin: Guess what, with his Friend whom he duelled (aka George-Charles) Natalia: No one really. However if you mess with her she will not hesitate to throw whatever at you.

Do they have any regrets from the time they were alive?

Alex: Not saving his sister from Luke Evans (aka the actual Ripper) Even in Valhalla after finally beinf reunited, he still blames himself for it terribly.

Pero: If she wouldnt have found Luke Evans in Valhalla (and send him to Nifelheim), she would be like "not killing him", but she did that a n d she has her brother back, so pretty much any regrets she had just dissapear. Astor: Not being able to see his mother one last time before going into the battle where he lost his life.

Andersen: Being alone, in a romantic sense. While he had his friends of course, but not someone he had a close connection with.

Pushkin: IRONICALLY- duelling Charles. Because it was actually stupid and he acted on raw emotions.

Natalia: While she may had some, while still alive, fortune turned to her and basically made her life easier which made her regrets, of being alone go away.

Who would most likely befriend gods? If so which gods?

Who def would befriend gods is for sure Alex, Astor, Natalia and somewhat Pero. Alex has a close connection to the Nordic Pantheon, just like Pero, so that leads to some friendly interactions from time to time. He gets along with Frejya and Odin actually. He had some relations with the Slavic Pantheon but tries to ignore them as good as possible- the Goddess Zvezda is someone he does however talk to, but only because of his sister Pero (who has a lil crush on this Goddess) For Astor- he has to interact with pretty much every god. Unofficially he is Lokis right hand so he almost always has some bussiness with some other gods. He would for sure be friends with Buddah tho and Anubis. Natalia would most likley befriend Aphrodite and Hera. woooo! this was a long one haha :D sorry if there are some spelling mistakes- its like 2 am or sum here so- slay

[jwowwsboobs]

9, 13, 22:))

HI HI HI :))) i got very chtty w these SORRYYYYY so its under the cut 🫂🍻 sending u lots n lots of love !!

9. 3 things you like doing on a rainy day

definitely reading, ive got this big ol book of alexander pushkins prose (supposedly the complete collection but i dont always buy tht) n a bunch of other stuff i hvnt started on 💔💔 sometimes ill reread hillbilly elegy by jd vance or the collection of ftwillz stuff it just depends on my mood; writing also ofc, im always working on stuff whether it’s poetry, prose or a song just depends on my mood but its still writing 2 me LOL; n watching either tv (probably xfiles, sometimes trailer park boys or girls next door) or a bunch of movies tht hve been rotting on my tubi watchlist LOLLLLL

13. 3 classes you used to hate in middle school

HATED english, my teacher sucked so unbelievably bad N she was a disney grandma. she retired when i was in 7th n moved 2 florida outside of disney or smthing. hated science cuz the teacher was awful, couldn’t teach at all kept like. giving easily checked false information. n hated hated hated religion (went 2 a priv catholic. the priests were cool (favorite memory is when the class clown asked abt black metal n the priest was like. do not EVER listen 2 christian black metal is SUCKS. listen 2 real true black metal. tht priest was super cool he played guitar n did fencing n collected swords n was trying 2 get the bishop 2 let him grow a super duper long beard. he also went paint balling as chaperone w a bunch of kids from the parish. i got 2 go (was the only girl💔💔) but it was really fun!) but it was. catholic religion class. in 8th grade we were supposed 2 do sex ed yk? like state mandated n whtnot. ours was a vid abt how women were created 2 b submissive 2 men in all ways, how marriage protects the sanctity of sex n its only btwn a man n woman whtnot. it was super cute����(sarcasm) 

22. 3 movies/books/tv shows that made you cry

so idk if this is well known abt me but i am a MAJOR crybaby ill cry over anything (it my cancer moon LOL) like i went 2 the senior nite soccer (trve football) game n this guy who im guess his dad died scored a goal n his family had a little yk framed headshot of him n when he scored he ran over 2 side n grabbed n tht made me cry 4 a good five minutes. crying rn writing tht out !! but anyway. xfiles made me cry (scully wanting kids n not being able 2 hv them got me 😭😭😭😭n also just mulder like in general. he looks like a kicked dog sometimes) miami vice made me cry (sorry 4 falling 4 the copaganda but their CLOTHES. n the CARS……..), secrets of playboy made me cry but like. in anger. also in sadness n sympathy. but the root was anger. i hvnt watched a lot of movies recently the last one tht made me cry was kill bill vol 2 but beyond tht idr like i said i cry over anything LOL. most of the books i read r nonfiction n but the last one tht i read was give me some truth by eric gansworth 4 english class n i cried from frustration reading tht 😭😭 but beyond tht, like w movies, i dont remember 💔💔

[seelestia]

out of all the versions of scara we've seen in the game which one is your;

Favorite?

The one you actually want to meet and talk to (if given the chance)?

Best lover/partner material?

The one you most likely would get along with?

The one you most likely would want to show our world and all the shit we have goin for us?

Your pick for the best version of Scara (You can't not choose >:P).

You can choose only (The Abandoned Puppet, Kunikuzushi, Kabukimono, Scaramouche, Wanderer) i know that logically, the aboandoned puppet and kunikuzushi could be the same, but since I headcanon that he was just named as the puppet for his first "version" and later on took the moniker "Kunikuzushi", known as the wandering kid with no purpose. So take that as you will, or just change up the choices cuz who am i to stop u lmao :P - Ever so sincerely yours, 👹✨ Jae (aka your random moot that just quizzes u whenever she's bored lol)

the way you asked this question to me out of boredom, knowing that i'm a wanderer kisser who stays up at night thinking about his lore 24/7.

***NOTE: some major spoilers for wanderer's backstory under the cut! i eat up his lore like it's chicken stew, is this healthy. (/lh)

Favorite?

i'm sorry, but it is necessary that i give it up to wanderer. i think it's mainly because he is technically the 'end product' (or the matured version) of all the painful journeys he trod and that makes me really attached to him <3

The one you actually want to meet and talk to (if given the chance)?

kabukimono, my precious :'( as someone who harbored good will towards humans (at that time <//3), i bet he has lots of questions abt the way they (or, we, in that matter hehe) live. iirc, it is canon that he was taught simple and ordinary tasks by the people of tatarasuna like how to comb his hair, hold a cutlery, cook meals, forge, etc. — AND THAT'S SO CUTE TO ME?? i sure don't know how to forge but heck yeah, i'll teach you abt other silly things we do!! (silly devious giggles /j)

Best lover/partner material?

listen, wanderer and kabukimono. because these two are the most likely to be more open to the thought of forming a connection with someone else. kabukimono is more out of curiosity; what does love feel like? is love for an object the same as love for someone else? what is love? whilst wanderer is more of tolerance; he acknowledges its value, but he doesn't actively try to pursue it... unless he finds someone he really, really comes to trust over a period of time (someone worthy of him and someone he is worthy of).

so, yeah, i chose them because kunikuzushi and scaramouche both have mindsets that make them very or even too hateful towards any type of intimacy at the time <//3

The one you would most likely get along with?

kabukimono for sure!! i have a soft spot for gentle, unknowing people with curiosity. it's probs why i used to have a habit of adopting new students and checking up on them from time to time in my class irl 😭 i mostly get along best with people who can do sassy banter with me, but i can deffo get along with someone like kabukimono too <3

The one you most likely would want to show our world?

scaramouche. just purely because this little guy would frown so hard in disgust at us LMAOOOO "so, supposedly, the technology your world has is meant to make tasks easier for the people. looks like an excuse for you idiots to waste time to me. ...what even is this 'phone' thing, anyway?" he says all that, but he's definitely interested in how everything around here actually works.

Best version?

...personally, wanderer. i've talked about him enough and you don't want me to elaborate more than i already did 🥸 (/j) but i do think all his version are great in their own ways tho because each of them contributes smth to his story. he wouldn't be the person he is now if it weren't for what each of them went through, after all.

P/S...

oh, jae, about the last part.... are you sure you think that's a headcanon because that's actually right— AYO?? this is like a basic summary of the timeline for the names leading up to wanderer.

500 years ago, upon his creation, ei didn't give him a name and he was a nameless puppet. when the people of tatarasuna found him, they called him kabukimono but that was more of a term than a name — the people there did ask if he wanted a name but at the time, he was content with just being called kabukimono (because the name held precious memories for him) until the 'second betrayal' caused him to abandon that name altogether.

kunikuzushi was the first 'actual' name he chose for himself some time during or before the case of the eccentric. 100 years ago, he slaughtered the raiden gokaden (chosen clans that raiden shogun was passing down her martial arts teachings to) to seek revenge against the "bladesmiths" (his second betrayal) except for one person who was spared after scaramouche found out about said person's connection to the surname, "niwa" (the same one as his friend from the tatarasuna). "tell her this. my name is kunikuzushi," was his last words to the sole survivor laying amongst bodies of corpses before he disappeared. (more info: iirc, he was already a part of the fatui when this occured. so, scaramouche was already one of his monikers but he didn't consider it as his 'true' name.)

also, kunikuzushi means 'country destroyer' in japanese and also happens to be the name of a villain character in japanese popular drama who usurps countries. i assumed that he picked this name when the case of the eccentric happened since he did cause a minor disturbance/loss to the inner workings of inazuma through that case. we can see this reflected in today's in-game history because only the amenoma art and isshin art (2/5 clans of the raiden gokaden) still alive after that event.

ANYWAY YEAH. YOU DIDN'T ASK FOR IT BUT IT AWAKENED SMTH IN ME!! sorry for rambling, but i needed to let it out 🫣 (/lh)

[scuppy]

literally abt to cry remembering what i went through my freshman yr when i took algebra 1 (context i was 14 and severely struggling w autism and general mental health issues)

my teacher made us take notes which were just example problems and then the work had completely different problems so the notes were no help to me, and everytime i tried to ask for help he'd *try* explaining it and when i still didn't get it he'd accuse me of just trying to get him to give me answers and eventually would completely ignore me when i asked for help

then at the end of the year, like last 3 weeks of school, he told us as long as we were passing we could do nothing. i was passing so i did just that, nothing. after three days of doing nothing he confronts me ans asks why im not doing my work. i was confused cuz he said as long as i was passing i could have free time, and literally the day before that he sat down with me watched me play mario so i was very confused. he told me no, i have to turn in my missing work from days i was absent due to mental health. I said ok, but i dont have any of the work or notes because i was not here. he said ok look through this pile of work and see if anything you're missing is in there. it was too high for me to reach(im 5'1), he said he wasnt gonna look for me. He also wouldnt let me get on a chair or anything to reach. so i looked through what i could reach and found nothing. i told him this and he basically said "well sorry but you cant have free time so you're still gonna have to find a way to do your missing work".

i dug up everything i could find and one of my amazing smart friends gave up her free time to help tutor me so i could get my work turned in. and then he quickly tried to stop that by claiming that we were just sharing answers... because... she was teaching me in a way i was understanding???? he kept yelling at us and would vulture right over us because "i know what you're doing" even tho she was literally just teaching me, she wouldn't give me answers or hints or anything she was legitimately teaching me.

he also had something against me throughout the year i swear cuz hed single me out over everything, once he almost sent me to the office cuz i was drinking juice in a cup and there was a rule that only water was allowed in classrooms. he completely ignored the girl behind me with a clear mcdonalds cup full of sweet tea literally right behind me.

i have a sibling going into high school in the next two years who shows a lot of the same signs of mentall illness i do. We may not get along due to them being the golden child but i swear i will come back and scream at the school myself if they try to put them in his fucking class i am NOT letting my sibling go through what i did.

[ishouldreallybeelsewhere]

it's weird that the first Matariki i've ever done anything for is also going to be the last one living at home... i don't know as much about it as i should, because it's never really felt like my culture, even though it is... i need to get more in touch with Māori culture, and i guess more in touch with my place in it

it's always felt very distant, and my parents have always treated my and my brother's Māori heritage as a gateway to scholarships and things, which feels wrong... i just put myself down as nz/european on my uni application which my parents would probably be upset about if they knew...

we went to a few meetings with my iwi a few years ago, but my mum didn't know enough to contribute, and i guess thought they'd be more fun? i don't know... we only went to two meetings then stopped and, for the most part, that's been about it. any time i feel like exploring deeper into the culture, i just think about my parents telling me and my brother to apply for the iwi scholarship, as if we need it.

it's like... those scholarships aren't there just because, they're there to help Māori students who have been disadvantaged cuz of colonisation, not for middle class white kids to get a few grand to help with uni, and applying would be taking opportunities away from people who actually need them

but i don't feel right saying that either, because quantities and percentages don't matter, you can't be more or less Māori, you just are, and you might be a bunch of other things as well, but I feel less Māori because it's always been such a small part of my life, and because I am a middle class white kid...

it's complicated and i feel really conflicted about a lot of it... like i just say i'm english or a bit irish if anyone asks, and since my girlfriend is irish, i've got a direct link, and i'm learning the language (kinda) so it feels a lot closer, even though i'm in Aotearoa and i've literally never been to Ireland...

i guess it's also that, outside of friends from school, the most Te Reo I hear is from my mum, who can't pronounce shit, and everything she says feels so performative, like when she talks about saying a karakia kai for Matariki, she's like 'oh i'll just nick one from work, they've got tons' and it feels like she doesn't care about what the words translate to, or what they represent, just that it looks like she's participating

but then, at the same time, she is Māori, as much as I am, so it is her culture as much as it is mine, but it doesn't feel like it... at all... and i can't exactly talk to her about this, and i feel like a can't talk about it to anyone really, but when i was hanging out with my little cousins, who are the generation after me, they just talked about it so naturally, cuz their school has waiatas (māori songs) and one of them was talking about doing a haka for last year's Matariki celebration, and it's a new thing, a new amazing thing, where more Māori culture is becoming an every day thing, but i feel like i'm already too old, and i go to a stuffy grammar school, where the waiata are changed to be more suitable, removing a lot of the call outs and stuff (my irls know what i'm talking about), not to mention the other cultural problems my school has had...

and we got taught a bit of Te Reo back in primary school, but we were taught by our regular teacher, and Miss Hopkins was great, but she didn't know any more than the kids she was teaching... also we were learning Mandarin and i was already so far behind in that...

back to what this post really started as, we're not really doing anything for Matariki, like, we're not doing any traditional celebrations, we're having dinner... most likely an english roast for that matter

idk

i guess it'll change once i get to uni, probably... I would love to learn Te Reo but at the same time, i don't think i'll stay in this country much past uni so it feels like i'd never even get to speak it... then again, it's not like i'll be speaking much irish gaelic, even if i do end up in ireland...

i just really don't know

[dadsbongos]

Katsuki Bakugou having an airhead gf for about 1130 words

Movie/Game/Show: My Hero Academia Dynamic: Katsuki Bakugou/Reader Warnings: airhead shit ig, I just got diagnosed, so I gave you ADHD because :D Summary: Katsuki never thought he’d be a fan of airheads, but here he was - holding one in his arms like he’d lose her anytime. ~~~

“Why the wide smile, dork?” Katsuki side-eyed his girlfriend.

“Because,” (Y/n) giggled, squeezing tighter at her boyfriend’s - admittedly sweaty - hand, “you came with me! You don’t usually do that.”

“Whatever,” he gruffed, “I just wanted to spend time with my girlfriend, that a damn crime?”

“No! You should do it more often,” the girl smiled, “Like all the time.”

“Maybe you’ll start training with me, hah?” the blond teased.

“No way,” (Y/n) immediately pouted as the couple walked down the street from their dorms, “Your training’s crazy! I think I'd die…”

“You wouldn’t die, dumbass,” Katsuki huffed, “I didn’t date you just to kill you.”

“I’d hope so,” the girl mumbled quietly.

~~

Tracing over the hand laid against her stomach, (Y/n) closed her eyes with a small smile as Katsuki pressed his cheek to her shoulder. Fresh slivers of golden sunlight peeked through the boy’s blinds as morning arose to wake the couple. Katsuki, for as much as he wanted to deny it, found it hard to sleep without (Y/n) - without her warmth and comfort. Something in the body he could hold so close to his was inexplicably soothing.

Neither party was asleep anymore, simply basking in the glow of morning as soft sheets spread over their lackadaisical bodies. (Y/n) turned the hand over her midsection to face palm-up and began gently running her fingers over the firm flesh there as well.

“You have pretty soft hands, Kacchan.”

“It’s some shit with my Quirk, I don’t get it,” he mumbled, “Don’t get me started on the suppository shit, that made me so pissed to find out.”

“What’s the suppository stuff about?” (Y/n) quirked a brow, looking to her boyfriend despite his eyes being closed.

“Anal fissure rectification,” Katsuki pressed his lips into a thin line, knowing he’d have to rephrase or his girlfriend wouldn’t understand, “Tears in your asshole get healed with nitroglycerin and since my sweat’s so similar, I bet it’d work too.”

“Gross,” the girl fake gagged, still drawing circles in her boyfriend’s palm, “That sucks. I’m sorry you had to learn that.”

“Helps with chest pain too, so it’s not complete shit,” Katsuki huffed, shifting so he was even closer to his girlfriend, “But that was horsecock to find out.”

“I love the way you phrase things.”

“I try.”

~~

“Man, Bakugou,” Denki murmured, watching as (Y/n) and Momo battled on the other side of the gym, “I didn’t know (L/n) was so strong. Kind of inspiring, now I wanna be more like her.”

Katsuki’s brows furrowed, he loved (Y/n) - dearly - but, “I saw her drop a pizza and cry about it for thirty minutes last night.”

~~

“If I illegally download a movie in the Bahamas, does that make me a pirate in the Caribbean?” (Y/n) suddenly asked as Katsuki was doing his homework.

Pausing, the blond turned in his chair to look his lover in the eyes, blinking at her twice before sighing, “Did you take your Adderall today?”

“...maybe…”

~~

“I hope I get run over,” Katsuki grumbled, reading off the pairings for the newest team-building exercise.

“Aw, don’t say that!” (Y/n) cheered, patting her beau’s back, “Kaminari isn’t all bad, he’s super nice!”

“You’re just lucky you got Ponytail, she’s the only useful extra here,” the boy huffed.

“Hey,” (Y/n) puffed out her cheeks.

“Stop whining,” Katsuki rolled his eyes, ignoring the calls of his name from a certain electric blond, “You’re not an extra, I don’t see why you’re pissed.”

“I’m not?!”

“Fuck no, I wouldn’t date a nobody.”

~~

“If a whole zoo escaped, what would be your top priority?” Mina suddenly blurted out.

Just as (Y/n) went to say ‘ducks’, Katsuki answered, “Tigers and lions, duh.”

“Right,” the girl nervously chuckled, “Obviously.”

~~

“Katsuki?”

“What?” the boy turned to his girlfriend, slightly disturbed as she never called him by his proper legal name since realizing she didn't have to.

“I’m scared,” (Y/n) fiddled with her fingers, “I threw a boomerang a few years ago and it didn’t come back, what if it hits me and knocks me out while I’m in class? Or while I’m on a mission?”

Katsuki’s face dropped into a deadpan, “Are you joking?”

“No.”

“Alright, come here, I’ll tell you a secret,” he waited for her to come closer, “I destroyed the boomerang,” at (Y/n)’s shocked face, he nodded solemnly, “It came in while you were sleeping a few weeks ago, I didn’t say anything cuz I knew you’d flip the fuck out.”

“Wow!” (Y/n) smiled brightly, taking her boyfriend into a tight hug, “You’re so cool, Kacchan!”

“I know.”

~~~

Looking over her study guide for the upcoming economics unit, (Y/n)’s brows furrowed, “Inflation? Isn’t that like… a kink?”

Katsuki’s head snapped over to his girlfriend as she sat at her desk, “Tell me you’re joking right now.”

~~

“If I was hiding from a killer, I’d just hide in the pantry!” (Y/n) beamed, “That way, I could eat while hiding, it’s simple.”

“Yeah, then the killer could hear you opening loudass chip bags, it’s genius,” Katsuki sighed.

~~

“I hate everyone in this school,” Katsuki grunted.

(Y/n) frowned, “Even me?”

“I said everyone, (Y/n), not every ten.”

~~

“Someone’s gotta talk to Denki about the birds and the bees,” Hanta shook his head, “Not gonna be me.”

“Huh?” Denki queried a brow, “A talk about what and who?”

“I’ll teach you about the birds and bees,” (Y/n) nodded sadly, placing a hand on her friend’s shoulder, “They’re disappearing at an alarming rate.”

~~

“The recipe says to beat three eggs,” (Y/n) read off the box of brownies.

“At what?” Katsuki snorted, “Hand-to-hand combat?”

“Has to be,” his girlfriend seriously replied, “Aizawa banned Quirks in the kitchen.”

~~

“Wanna hear a sad joke, Kacchan?”

“Why fuckin’ sad?”

“Oh, autocorrect, I meant dad.”

Katsuki’s eyes narrowed at (Y/n), “This is a verbal conversation.”

~~

(Y/n) looked up from the bed sheets in the nurse's room, “You can call it a near-death experience, Recovery Girl, but I call it a vibe check from God.”

Katsuki immediately shook his head, “Stop… please stop.”

~~

“Stress is not good for the baby!” (Y/n) shouted, gripping at the sides of her head.

Katsuki looked over, “What baby?!”

“Me!” the girl sniffled slightly, looking on the verge of tears with her study guide and notes spread out on her desk, “I’m the baby.”

Awkwardly looking away, Katsuki clenched his eyes shut before throwing his arms open and wrapping them tightly around his anxious girlfriend, “Tell me when the stress levels are down, you big baby.”

“Thanks, Kacchan.”

“Whatever, nerd.”

~~

“Hey, does it smell like gas in here?”

(Y/n) pat herself down before pulling out a lighter and igniting it, “Nah.”

Katsuki’s eyes widened as his girlfriend casually placed the lighter back in her coat pocket, “Oh my fucking God.”

~~

“Careful with my emotional baggage,” (Y/n) reminded Eijiro as he loaded her things into the trunk, “It’s designer.”

“He knows,” Katsuki rubbed at the bridge of his nose, “You say it every time.”

(Y/n) nodded, as if her boyfriend was stupid, “Because it’s funny every time, Kacchan.”

[twicearoundthesun]

the kiddos sitting in on one of momo’s dance lessons cuz stuff came up for everyone so she was childcare and she’s stressed abt if her students will be ok with them being there but all her students adore them and dote on them

(btw this and the other ask dont have to be requests but they can be if u want to! this au just gives me many thoughts lol)

Ahhhhhhhh cute yes, I'd imagine sometimes they have to come along to places but they're adored everywhere they go!!!

Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts, i love talking about this AU :)

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Momo tried to take a deep breath and collect herself. She could feel herself getting frustrated by the yelling and stomping much quicker than normal; the sudden change of plans had thrown her off, and the kids being hyper in the echoing dance studio when she was five minutes away from teaching a class was a little overwhelming. It didn’t help that Dahyun didn’t seem to be having a great day either- she was clinging to her and hiding her face in Momo’s neck as she attempted to set up the room for class with one arm. A particularly loud shriek made them both jump.

“Chaeyoung-ah.” She broke out her stern voice. Made sure none of the frustration came through – stern, but gentle, always. The kid in question stopped running circles around a shrieking Tzuyu and both froze in their tracks. “Chaeyoung, Tzuyu. What did Unnie say?”

Chaeyoung frowned. “… we have to use inside voice.”

“Right. And were those your inside voices?”

“No.” They said together. Both had pouts and puppy dog eyes. The frustration almost melted away. Almost.

“M’sorry Unnie.” Tzuyu said softly. Chaeyoung nodded.

“That’s okay. Unnie just has to work, so you girls are going to have to be on your best behavior. Can you do that?”

Both nodded.

“Can you do that too, Dahyun-ah?” She tilted her head to try and get a better view of the girl’s face, but Dahyun was too determined to hold tight. “Yeah, baby?”

Dahyun didn’t answer, just hid her face further in Momo’s neck. Her heart hurt for the kid, who was clearly having an anxious day, but she was going to have to let go so Momo could teach the class. She bent down to place her on the blanket full of toys she’d set up for them, but Dahyun only whined and held tighter.

Momo took a deep breath—things really weren’t gonna go her way today – and stood, figuring she could hold Dahyun until everyone had arrived and was ready for class. She heard the door and turned to see some of her students arriving, coffees in hand. Luckily the lesson was for advanced-highschool level today, meaning they’d need less direction and the babies wouldn’t be too much of a distraction. They’d also all probably met the kids at some point or another; usually when Sana came to pick her up and give her a ride home, she’d bring them along. They were generally adored anywhere they went, and here was no exception.

“Unnie!” One of them shouted. “We have little guests today?!” A few of them cooed and cheered.

Chaeyoung beamed at the attention. Tzuyu stood behind Momo’s legs and Dahyun finally lifted her head to give them a curious look, fingers firmly in her mouth. Momo realized the kid had been sucking on the shoulder fabric of her t-shirt and sighed.

“Yeah, we have an audience. Last-minute addition, I’m sorry, but they’ve promised me they’re going to be really good, right girls?”

She felt Tzuyu nodding her head against the side of her leg as Chaeyoung gave a cheery “Yes!”. Dahyun nodded too, but kept sucking her fingers.

The students began to get ready for class – switching shoes, changing into more comfortable clothes. As a few finished getting ready early they’d come over to talk to a very excited Chaeyoung and a very shy Tzuyu while they waited for the others. Dahyun wanted nothing to do with that today, so Momo kept her on her hip as she bounced from student to student, having quick little conversations about their day or how that test they were dreading went. It cheered her up tremendously, and even Dahyun was beginning to relax. She still hid her face, but she wasn’t clinging so hard anymore and occasionally peeked her head out to look at whoever was talking.

One of the students had even brought Momo a latte, which she’d thanked them profusely for. Because the texts from Jeong had come so last-minute, she’d had to scramble out of bed and rush to pick the kids up which didn’t leave time for a coffee run. By the time class was ready to start, she was relaxed, caffeinated, and ready to go.

“Can Unnie put you down, Dahyunnie?” she crouched on the blanket where Chaeyoung and Tzuyu now stood, eager to watch the dance class

Dahyun’s brows knit, and she began to suck her thumb again. She glanced at the class and nodded a little – she understood Unnie was busy. Momo’s chest ached; it was clear the girl was nervous and self-soothing. She made a mental note to bring it up with the others.

“Dahyunnie cuddles!” Chaeyoung bounced where she stood and excitedly pulled Tzuyu in for a hug by the neck. Tzuyu lost her balance and they both fell to the blanket, giggling. Chaeyoung reached her arms out. “We give Dahyunnie cuddles! Makes Dahyunnie happy.” Tzuyu nodded.

For the first time since she’d picked them up from Nayeon and Jeongyeon’s apartment, Dahyun smiled. Momo let out a little sigh of relief and placed her down between the two of them, who immediately wrapped her in big hugs and didn’t let go.

As she took her place at the front of the room, she noticed nearly all of her students watching the three of them cuddle and play.

“They’re so cute, Unnie. I don’t know how you ever leave their side to get anything done.”

“It gets easier once you’ve met them when they’re hangry.” She joked. The class laughed. She glanced over to them as the music started and they watched the dancers in awe.

She didn’t know how she ever left their side, either.