#the amount of times the teacher has helped kids today and then turned around to roll her eyes at me about it…

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Hey so if you get annoyed by students needing help with stuff, maybe don’t be a teacher 🤷‍♀️

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seventeen as teachers

requested by @weird-bookworm ! it's a little to the left of what you asked but i hope it's alright anyway ><

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seungcheol

architecture professor. kind of thanks to physics!cheol anon for this idea but he really encourages hands-on learning especially for his subject, and he draws big diagrams on the board and gestures wildly with his hands as he's explaining why the models work and what do the students think of it? also he definitely gives vibes of someone who high fives the students when their models withstand his shaking tests, but also laughs and claps when they fall apart. because it's all about learning, isn't it? and he's with you to help you learn every step of the way. 

jeonghan

kindergarten teacher. cannot for the life of him handle kids older than that because then they get too tricksy and talkative for him and he gets tired too easily to deal with that. actually really good at handling the toddlers. he's also very pretty so all the kids unironically hang onto his every word, basically making him the god at keeping children in line. when he gets too tired of running around after them he just goes “kids :((( jeonghan is tired :(((“ and they immediately settle down to do something else

joshua

music teacher (1). he's a total department crush (and even school-wide crush) amongst the other teachers because he's so pretty and so kind, always and accidentally keeps making teachers fall for him bc he talks to them so nicely w that pretty smile of his. renowned for his ability to compose melodies on the piano on the spot, and always has students wanting him to help (cough compose for them) parts of their composition work. no one knows what he does outside of work, though. it's like he disappears into thin air after school finishes. 

junhui

gives me eccentric uni professor vibes. sits on his desk with his feet dangling and asks all sorts of strange and irrelevant questions to the students that are, actually, not strange and entirely relevant. has everyone walking out of his lectures feeling like a changed person because he either a) managed to get horribly off track or b) made them rethink their entire life choices. loved by all, and maybe a bit too much. poor guy definitely had an obsessed student try to follow him home before he got lost himself and so they both ended up in the middle of nowhere

hoshi

chemistry teacher. no other reason other than i think he'd look great with a pair of goggles on his forehead pushing his fringe back at funny angles whilst he grins maniacally and goes, “hey, kids, today we're gonna set things on fire!!!!”. so passionate about teaching these things to the students, and rambles on like he only has 5 minutes left on earth and he's gonna use every second to cram in as much chemistry knowledge into the students’ brains as he can in that time. it works, too. his passion inspires so many of them to take chemistry further up in the school. 

wonwoo

history teacher. all the students want him for their teacher when they take history because he's actually, like, competent and knows stuff. known for taking no shit when it comes to doing assignments on time because he sets reasonable deadlines and if you can't make them, then that's on you, not him. students love him. also super duper helpful if you have any questions and is always free at lunch to help bc he'll do anything to escape the hyperactive claws of mr. kwon and mr. wen who are always up to shenanigans

woozi

music teacher (2). mans life literally revolves around music and i can't imagine him doing anything else. department ace. conductor of both the symphony and concert orchestra, and rearranges all of the parts himself when the students find it a little too difficult. also do Not engage this man in a conversation about anything to do with music theory because he will rant for ages and any quick question turns into half of your lunch break being missed. he means well, though, and always gets ridiculous amount of thank-you presents at the end of the year. 

minghao

art teacher (1). dresses like one, too, and has been voted as ‘best dressed teacher’ for the past 3 years in a row. all the art students are kind of afraid of him because if you ask for feedback, there is a 50/50 chance that he'll rip you a new one whilst explaining what you did wrong. there's never any true cruelty to his words, though, cuz hes always actually giving genuine advice and he's always right in what he advises, so students either love him or hate him for his criticisms, though mostly it's the former. he's pretty, too, and his works are pretty, so that's a plus

mingyu

teaches business studies to the older students, purely cz i think he gives maths-adjacent vibes. he teaches a “special” subject that's not available to the younger kids and he's ridiculously handsome so he's kind of like a legendary figure in the school. even if he's a bit silly and adorable at times, he's also super good at holding intellectual debates with his students about current economic and political affairs. can be found bickering with mr. yoon bc the kindergarten teacher wants him to help with his taxes.

dokyeom

art teacher (2). smiles brighter than the sun at all hours of the day, and when the senior students are drowning in coursework and artist research deadlines, he's like the one and only guiding light that helps them get through it because of how endlessly optimistic he is. half the seniors take art solely because of him, actually. also a firm believer that all art is good art and there's no such thing as a “non-artist”. scolds minghao after work when he feels like the other teacher was being too harsh to the students

seungkwan

part of the senior leadership team. takes his position veryyy seriously, strides briskly around the school with a jingle of w set of keys he managed to procure from…somewhere. is always on top of uniform inspections which is always annoying for the kids, but he's also melodramatic and smiley so they love him anyway. the students are always try to recruit him for teacher quizzes and events bc he makes everything way more fun. 

vernon

classics teacher. this might seem odd but hear me out!!! dude loves ancient history and Will do deep dives on old artefacts and cultures that interest him, and i think that passion can definitely be transferred to him teaching kids about latin, ancient greek, old civilizations. known for sharing nothing about his personal life but also being able to talk for ages about something that happened over 1000 years ago. the students all find him super cool and also super endearing. 

chan

the guy who's hired externally from some sports club to act as the teacher to students during after school clubs. teaches martial arts, mainly, but he supervised an impromptu dance club one semester and the students loved it so much that they managed to bring the dance club onto the permanent schedule. everyone loves him. his sports club is 10000% sure that half the children who come to them were recruited through chan's lovely personality alone. 

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parent teacher conferences and other places to meet a pornstar

next: [2] [3] coming soon: [4] || ao3

𓅪 Rated: E | 4.5k includes: cam girl AU, teacher AU, masturbation, public sex, caught, fingering, voyeurism, come swallowing, facial, deep throating misunderstandings, confessions

𓅪 cam girl fem!reader x jason todd, eventual cam girl fem!reader x roy harper, eventual cam girl fem!reader x jason todd x roy harper

You hate people your age. Always quick to judge and even quicker to shun. 

Kids, on the other hand? You could deal with them.

Kids couldn’t turn their noses up at you, they couldn’t gossip about you and they definitely couldn’t use Google. If they could, they’d find your not so clean history. You’ve never been fucking arrested- none of that shit. No, you needed to make up extra money to compensate for the low paycheck you take as a teacher during the day by becoming a camgirl at night.

It hasn’t been a problem at this school yet, but it always seems to pop up at the most inconvenient times. Eventually, a dad catches whiff of it, their wife gets jealous and you’re quietly let go. This is your third school in four years and you really don't want there to be a fourth. 

That’s why you dread running into parents who come to pick up their kids.

You catch this all-telling gaze of a redheaded man from across your classroom. He’s helping Lian with the cupcakes she’d brought in for her birthday today and you quickly adjust your glasses, hoping he won’t recognize you.

The hope is in vain.

Your smile is strained as he makes his way over to you with his little girl and leftover cupcakes in tow. His gate is too assured, his eyes too jovial. So, you do what you do best: ignore the parents. 

You bend down to Lian’s level to help her remove the cupcake wrapper from the red cupcake her dad’s given her. “Did you have a good birthday in class today, Lian?” you ask. The little girl nods excitedly, chomping into the dessert with gusto. “Do you have any fun plans for tonight?”

Your question is obviously for Lian, but it’s her dad who responds, “Do you?” 

You clear your throat, standing from your squat as you face the redheaded man. This isn’t the first time you’ve been hit on, but it always throws you off guard when it happens.

You shut him down easily, “Grading Lian’s test from today. Isn’t that right?”

Her pigtails bounce up and down. “It was about the different types of clouds in the ‘mosphere.”

“Atmosphere,” you correct her with an amused smile.

Much to your chagrin, he continues on like you haven’t rejected him. “You look like someone I know,” he trails off as if trying to place your face.

Mr. Harper- Roy, you correct yourself, looks to be in his mid-30’s. He has a decent amount of stubble, crows feet grace the corners of his verdant eyes and his hair looks like it used to be a brighter orange than the faded strawberry color it is now. He’s exactly the type of audience you cater to on your porn channel.

“A person you know of,” you repeat his words with a disinterested drawl. You wish the conversation would resolve itself or just fucking end. This beating around the bush shit isn’t for you. “Odd phrasing, but alright.” You need to change the subject and quick. “I’ll be seeing you at the open house next week, right?”

“Wouldn’t miss it, babe.” 

You barely contain your eyeroll as you correct him on your name. “It’s Miss,” you tell him your last name again sternly.

“You’re killing me, Miss,” he says your last name, obeying your correction. 

“Tragic, I’m sure. Anyway,” you continue on unphased as you focus on saying goodbye to Lian.

He finally moves out of your classroom but lingers in the doorway. “Have you… Were you ever a librarian?” he asks suddenly.

Don’t reveal anything. Don’t reveal anything.

You calm your breathing. It’s too pointed of a question for him to not know the video that made you famous: a librarian who gets bent over any and every surface in the library.

“I’ll see you next week, Mr. Harper,” is all you respond.

You’re fucked.

➸💋➸

The Sunday before the parent teacher conference, you’re scheduled to stream. 

All your content except one video, the one of you as a librarian, is solo streams and uploads, which makes it easy for you to make content and stick to a schedule. The one production video you did required a lot of coordinating and planning in advance. It ended up being a total hassle and, in the end, the money was about the same. That’s why you like your streams. You’re able to wear what you want, use whatever toys you want and you get to pick the location. 

The library closest to you is always deserted, especially so on the second floor where the old Fax Machines are stored. The second floor holds records, old newspapers and magazines as well as a smaller collection of nonfiction. Total snoozefest for some, but the perfect public filming spot for you. 

The nonfiction section is a separate room from the rest of the second floor and is hidden behind the shelf of vintage magazines. You’ve filmed in here a few times before, but never streamed. This is why you’ve chosen to come in around two hours before they close to eliminate as many opportunities as possible for someone to catch a peak.

You’re giddy as you wave to the librarian who always seems to be behind the counter as you make your way up to your favorite spot. You’re wearing a cotton, white wrap dress, no bra, red thong and heels. The light material shows off everything. Coupled with your signature glasses, you look irresistible.

There’s one desk inside the room, right in the middle that you quickly shove out of the doorway view. The heavy desk is the bane of your existence, especially in your fucking heels, but this way no one can see you unless they literally walk into the room. It’s not fool-proof, but it’s what you’re working with.

Always punctual, you start your stream right on time. 

avid_reader began stream 

Slowly, viewers trickle in as butterflies stir in your stomach. No matter how many times you stream, you always feel a rush of anxiety as soon as you click ‘Start.’ 

Private streams are a whole different ballgame. 

Though you do offer it, you charge a steep price for private cams. So far, only your top fan has been able to meet that price more than once. The dude isn’t a creep, nor did he have any kinks you weren’t comfortable with and hell, the dude was pretty funny, too. Out of all the fans to get you in private, you’re glad he’s the only reoccurring one. 

From his requests, you can definitely tell he’s an ass man. You also know that he likes when you wear clothes like you are today: inconspicuous yet revealing. Though he’d never say no to your lingerie, he always preferred tight fitting, see-through tops and short skirts more so than babydolls and matching sets.

Before you get too into everything, you tease the camera you’ve set up on the desk with your nipples that poke through the fabric. You adjust your glasses that fall down the bridge of your nose as you do so, earning you your first tip of the night. 

You like to wait for your top fan to join, or at least give him a chance to, but you don’t have to wait too long before his name pops up.

inmyarsenal: this is gona b gud 

Though his typing is horrendous, it easily brings a smile to your face, something he notices and tips generously for. 

It’s going to be a good night.

You reach your first goal and slowly draw your tits out of your dress out into the open. Your nipples are already perky as you grasp your hands around them and squeeze. Your nipples poke through your fingers as you jiggle your grip around your breasts 

inmyarsenal: someone’s gonna walk in on you babe

You bite your lip, looking toward the empty doorway. “I’ve been lucky thus far.”

inmyarsenal: i want t walk in on u baby. sO good for me

He sends another tip, completing your next goal all on his own. 

“Eager today, aren’t we?”

Your stomach flips, knowing what comes next. You shoot another worrying gaze toward the doorway before scooting the chair back a bit from the desk so the camera can see down to your knees as you spread them. Your red thong is on full display for your thousands of viewers.

You pull up on the fabric, leaving the thong to disappear into your pussy lips as you do. You tease a bit longer like this before finally pulling the fabric away and exposing yourself fully. 

You spend a few minutes slowly rubbing your cunt until you feel wet enough for what comes next. You tease the egg vibrator against your entrance, noting how the tips come in what seems like every second now. Within a minute, you reach your next chat goal- this one allows the tippers in the chat to set the speed of your vibrator. The more they tip, the longer they get control over it.

You slip the egg inside of you with a breathy moan. You use the silicone string that hangs out to continue to make the vibrator bob in and out of your hole, moving the camera to offer an up-close view of it.

No one in the chat gets a chance to call dibs before your top fan swoops in with a tip big enough to control the remote for over 15 minutes. You both know that you won’t last that long with him on the controls.

He starts off strong tonight, easing you into it for only so long before he ups the ante. Your settings on the app allow your viewers to control the tempo with their own vibration patterns that they create, meaning every single sinful vibration is caused personally by him. It makes it that much better. 

Today, however, it’s like he has a personal vendetta against you or something. The way he’s controlling your vibrator, he clearly wants you to leave the library with a squirt stain on your dress. Hell, he’d probably tip extra just for you to film your walk of shame, too, the fucking sadist. 

“Fuck,” you hiss. You can’t hold back your moans any longer, not caring how loud you’re being when it feels this good. 

One hand teases your nipples and squeezes your tits while the other rubs desperately at your clit. Your legs are spread over each side of your chair at this point, though they’re not much support when they’re shaking this hard. 

You’re about to come when you notice him out of the corner of your eyes.

“Shit!” 

He’s not the ugliest person to orgasm to, that’s for sure. The man, however, is someone you fucking know.

ABORT! ABORT!

If anything, your top fan seems to pick up that someone’s walked in on you and uses the last few seconds of his control to push the vibrator to its limit. Your hips fly from the chair, arching as you orgasm with a pathetic whine.

You end your stream, shaking and panting, while your come-hazed mind struggles to address the Wayne ward in front of you.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” you rush, trying to regulate your breathing.

You’ve already covered yourself up with your dress, but your thong is around your ankles and there’s no nonchalant way to fix it. That, and the large wet stain that now adorns the lower half of your dress from the front and the back.

Luckily, as soon as you ended the stream, your vibrator ceased, though it still remains inside of you.

“We’ve met before, haven’t we?” the man asks casually, like you haven’t just squirted in the public library’s nonfiction section.

You’re at a loss of what to say, what to do, let alone where to put your come-dripping hands as you stare wide-eyed at the gorgeous man in front of you.

Normally, you’d think it was a pick up line, but no, you have met before. Many times. 

Your mother had been Bruce Wayne's elementary school teacher. Each year, you were invited with her to the annual Wayne Gala. Even after her passing years ago, the invitation still came, now addressed to you. Throughout the years of attending, you’ve met him a couple of times, but never much past the standard ‘how are you’ and never memorable enough to even remember his name.

This is a lot more than a “how are you.”

“I don’t really know how to answer that right now,” you admit slightly breathlessly.

Surprisingly, he snorts, “I can grab some towels from the bathroom for you.”

You just nod dumbly, half planning to escape the second he turns his back, half wanting to stick around and see how this all plays out.

While he’s gone, you pull off your thong and shove it in your bag along with the vibrator you pluck out.

Moments later, he returns with what seems like the entire roll of paper towels. He hands them to you, eyes never leaving your face before moving out to roam about in the room over.

You try to hurry up, wiping yourself down and packing up your shit at record speed. You walk into the other room sheepishly, paper towels still scrunched up in your hands as you meet his quirked brow and blank face.

"Thanks," you say, hoping he won't bring it up.

Luckily, he doesn’t.

“So,” he draws out the word. You’re honestly surprised he hasn’t left at this point. “You like nonfiction?” 

You burst out laughing, something he appreciates with a small smirk as he turns over a title in his calloused hands. “I just like that it’s private up here,” you tell him your actual favorite genre before asking what’s been on your mind. “You’re Dick, right?” Out of all the Wayne ward’s names, this is the only one that springs to mind.

He huffs, putting the book back on the shelf, “Fuck no.”

“Sorry,” you hesitate. Should you just leave him alone and flee with whatever little dignity you have remaining? 

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he sounds apologetic. “It’s Jason.”

That name does sound familiar.

“Jason,” you repeat out loud without meaning to, something he notes with a small smile.

“That’s the one,” he drawls with a deep, gravelly voice. Most normal people would respond with their own name, however you just sit there in your squirt covered dress as he flits into the nonfiction room you’d just been in. Oddly enough, he asks, “Can’t really recall your name either, if I'm being honest, kid.”

“‘M not a kid,” you mumble in embarrassment, holding your laptop case against your wet spot. You’re 25, for fuck’s sake. 

“Probably a good thing considering what I just saw,” he jokes lightly, though his attention appears to be on the books in front of him. You can tell his gaze is slightly unfocused, though.

You tell him your name as you make to leave. “Maybe I’ll catch you around,” you say.

His emerald eyes finally lock onto yours again. “Maybe you will.”

➸💋➸

At the open house the next day, all the dads stare at you, while the moms resort to glaring at you.

It’s what you’re used to.

You’re hot as fuck, it’s why you do porn. It’s why men like Mr. Harper think you have a familiar face.

Speaking of, the man’s been well-behaved for the most part. Aside from his lingering verdant gaze, he remains in the back of the room with crossed arms as he leans back in Lian’s chair. 

The button-up you’re wearing shows off your lofty cleavage and tucks nicely into your skintight pencil skirt. To someone like Roy, you assume you look like a walking wet dream. Your hair’s up in a bun and your signature glasses as your red heels clack along the laminate floors.

You go over your plans for the remaining half of the year as well as the project and letter the kids had created for the open house. It’s an hour-long event with time left for questions after, meaning you’re fucking drained by the time you’re ushering the last of the parents out the door. Surprisingly, Mr. Harper doesn’t linger, nor does he actually say anything to you. It’s entirely odd, but you’re not complaining.

You need a fucking drink.

You didn’t plan to go to a club. It’s totally not your scene. Somehow, tonight, it feels right. 

It’s a seedy place, but the drinks are strong and cheap and it’s exactly what you need after a long day like this one. You’re still in your teaching attire as you settle into the practically empty bar. Monday nights and clubs don’t exactly mesh well, meaning it’s close to dead, but that’s fine with you. You’re just here for a few drinks, then maybe treating yourself to some Chinese food.

You let your hair down, shaking it out as the lanky bartender comes over to take your order.

There’s a man across the bar from you. His face is obstructed by a red hoodie as he asks the bartender for something. If you tilt your head just right, you're able to get a better look at the white tuft of hair hanging prominently in front of his eyes. It kind of reminds you of Jason…

It’s as if he feels your curious gaze on him because his sharp one flickers your way. 

Dark green eyes meet your wide ones.

It is Jason.

Do you make the first move, or does-

Before you can finish your mental question, he raises a questioning brow your way as if asking for an invitation to come closer. You grant it, moving your purse over so he can sit.

“Hey,” you say as his hulking form sits down beside you.

“Not feeling nonfiction tonight?” He gestures down to the book you’d been reading before he approached.

"I-" You blush, hating how easily he has a hold over you.

Though you’d only planned to stay for a drink, you order another just to keep the conversation going. The two of you talk about everything and anything. The one topic the two of you keep coming back to is books and he doesn’t exactly let you off the hook for the library.

“Don’t think I’ll ever view that section the same way again,” he admits, taking a coy sip of his whiskey.

“I really am sorry,” you apologize genuinely. “I didn’t know anyone even used that section and I-" you start to ramble, but he gently cuts you off.

“Trust me, I didn’t mind.” You watch as he downs the last of his drink and signs his tab. “You want to get out of here?” he asks suddenly.

You blush even harder. The liquor settling into your system warmly surely doesn’t help any, nor the heat behind his half-lidded eyes.

“I don’t know if I can wait that long,” you breathe, biting lightly at your lower lip. 

“You do like public places, don’t you?”

You snort, covering your face in embarrassment, but he won’t allow it. He removes your hands from gentle, placing gentle kisses to each.

“I do,” you agree with a light smile.

“There’s an alley out that door,” he offers in a gravelly voice.

It’s all he has to say to get you up and out of your seat, following behind his muscular form.

His thumb draws light circles against your hand as he holds open the door for you to leave through first. “Shit,” he says suddenly. “You left your purse.”

You look behind you and notice that, yes, your dumbass left it on the seat next to you. Without another word, he leaves you to grab it.

You still have your phone on you and use the camera app to check over your makeup and hair as you wait in the alley for him. You hear a random noise from the rooftops but think little of it as the hooded man sneaks up behind you. His large hands caress you from behind as he pulls you backward against his strong chest.

“Can I touch you?” he asks darkly.

Your breath sputters, wanting nothing more, “Jason.”

His hands slip even lower on your torso, applying gentle pressure as he reaches your lower stomach. “What kind of panties are you wearing?” You can’t help but snort. He must’ve liked the red thong because you feel his dick stir to life when you mention much of the same. “Shit,” he groans when he shifts up your dress.

He runs his fingers along the fold of where your thighs meet your pussy as if to check if you’re telling him the truth.

You hear more clattering from above but can hardly focus on it when Jason turns you around to face him. It happens so fast that your mind’s still reeling from the action as he backs you against the brick wall of the club to finally slip a finger inside your thong.

“Fuck!” you exclaim. You can’t help but buck against his calloused index finger as his body molds against yours.

His lips capture yours in an instant with an intensity that leaves you crying out with want. It’s muffled against his lips as he holds your hands above your head with only one hand while the other focuses on working through your already slick folds. He refuses to touch your clit, which leaves you mewling and struggling against his hold.

It feels so fucking good.

All of a sudden, there’s a loud thump that forces Jason to startle slightly away from your gasping form.

“Ma’am,” out of nowhere, a gruff voice startles the two of you, “are you alright?”

Before you can respond, words are already out of Jason’s mouth. “Arsenal?” Jason asks, sounding entirely confused. 

Your head untucks from Jason’s sweaty neck to see a random-ass dude in a costume staring at the two of you. Your mouth is wide as you take in the new form in front of you. Your eyes trickle lower on his red uniform to where it protrudes out around his crotch.

Apparently, Jason’s seen enough. His hand shifts slightly as he moves and you can’t stop the light breath it draws from you. 

The costumed man visibly takes in the man’s face as if it’s familiar.

“I thought she was in trouble,” he trails off as he realizes that everything going on here is completely consensual.

They stare each other down for a few more seconds before Jason lulls you back in.

Instead of stopping, Jason’s fingers soon begin again and you resort to hiding your face against his neck as you allow it. He notices the man’s continued presence and smirks down at you. “Are you good with this?” he asks.

You nod, moaning loudly when he rewards you with another curl of his thick finger. You definitely aren’t used to doing this shit for free, let alone for a live audience, so you feel a bit shy. The shyness only lasts for so long before you suddenly grow bolder, throwing your head back erotically as Jason brushes against your g-spot.

Jason nips at your neck, leaving bites and bruises in his wake, but your half-lidded eyes are focused on the masked man in front of you. He’s yet to move, let alone breathe, it seems.

You can't deny that he’s ripped, nor that his muscular arms are doing things to you.

He’s hot.

“I don’t care if you touch yourself.” The words are out of your mouth before you even realize it. 

It’s as if the floodgates have opened as the vigilante begins palming himself through his suit. His movements are erratic and sloppy, as if he’s never touched himself before, though you suppose he’s never run into a camgirl in an alley before, not that he even knows.

You don’t even have to try to put on a show, Jason’s really that fucking good. Every moan, every writhe of your body and every shaky word you beg are all real reactions to his skillful hand. 

Jason’s hand picks up speed as you draw nearer. His lips catch deliciously against your own as he coaxes your tongue lewdly with his. “There we go,” he encourages you, leaving you to whimper, then cry out as his fingers squelch in and out of your slick cunt. “Just like that,” he says. With Jason and the other man’s eyes attached to your pathetic form, you come, nearly crumbling to the ground as you do. Luckily, Jason’s strong arms catch you with a small laugh, “You alright?”

It’s your turn to laugh, “Fucking amazing.” You bite at the corner of your bottom lip, eyeing the obvious strain in his jeans. “Would you want me to-?”

“Fuck yeah,” he breathes out, pulling you in for a deep kiss. You tantalizingly pull your hair up, something you did in your infamous scene.

Both men watch with slackened jaws as you squat down and unzip his jeans. His clothed cock tents out from the opening of the zipper and you waste no time in sucking at the head through his boxers. Once the fabric is thoroughly soaked through, you pull him out to fully admire his member.

You bite playfully at your lip, staring Jason in the eyes as you spit on his bobbing cock before slowly taking his length down your throat. When you reach the hilt, you moan, feeling the vibrations of it settle across his skin, “Mm.”

“Shit,” he groans and his arms shoot out on the brick wall behind you as if to control himself from fucking into your mouth. “Done this before, babe?” he teases you, though his eyes are completely dark with lust. 

“A time or two,” you jest back with an impish smile. Your glasses have completely ridden down to the tip of your nose at this point, something he notices and pushes back up with his thumb. 

The action causes a loud groan from the vigilante beside Jason, “Fuck, man.” He’s eagerly fisting his cock at this point, eyes never once leaving you.

“Want to taste her come?” Jason offers him

The moan the other man produces sounds pained, desperate, as he latches onto Jason’s calloused fingers coated with your slick.

You suck more eagerly, watching the whole interaction with fascination. You’ve never done something like this before, but you don’t think you’d mind doing it again.

“You taste so good,” the other man mumbles. You have no choice but to blush around Jason’s thick length, deepthroating him until tears spill from your eyes. “So good,” he mumbles again, completely lost in you.

You swap between teasing and deepthroating until you can tell he can’t take it any longer and attempt to finish him off with one of your signature moves.

“Fuck, I’m gonna-" Jason caresses the back of your head as he empties out into your mouth. He pulls out and splatters the remnants of his come across your lashes. 

You blink heavily, turning to the other man as an invitation. “Not sucking your dick, but you can come on my tits,” you say to him.

“Fair enough,” he mumbles, completely distracted as you pull your tits out of your bra.

Your tongue pokes out to taste Jason’s come on your face while your hands squeeze at your tits like you had on stream. Poor dude doesn’t last another 20 seconds before his hot come splatters across your chest with the rest of his load drizzling down into your bra like a claim.

Definitely have to wash that when you get home.

Both men help you stand, though the vigilante takes off soon after zipping his pants. Jason, however, sticks around to walk you to your car, sending you off with his phone number.

When you get home, you barely have time to reflect on what the fuck had gone down in the alley when your laptop chirps oddly. You set down your purse on your kitchen island as you traverse over to your desk. Upon opening it, you find your channel pulled up and see inmyarsenal has left you a $200 tip. 

You shake your head quizzically, eyebrows furrowing as you search to see if it’s been a mistake, considering you haven’t streamed since the library. You go to refund it to him only to see the note he’s left with it:

inmyarsenal: have to stop coming by your streams. tAke this as compensation- no refunds :)

A/N: I've been waiiiiting to finishing this fic since last april!!! not super edited if i'm being honest

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[payasita]

Good job getting ADHD medication! I’m so proud of you :D

thanks so so much im very happy and so hopeful for the first time maybe ever but also it TOOK ME LIKE. A YEAR. A YEAR.

like yall for real?? for real. for real i have been diagnosed since i was like six. (funny story my teacher thought i was on the spectrum so my parents get me tested with the nodes and shit and according to mom, who loves this story, my neurologist did all that and talked to me and then just turned to my mom and went "she's not autistic. she just hates the other kids" but they DID find an adhd diagnosis in there so net win for all of us)

diagnosed since i was SIX. on stimulants until i turned 8, and you know why i got off em? my pediatrician retired. we could not find another who would take our low-income insurance. so i just had to rawdog The Rest Of My Fucking Life. diagnosed when i was six. legally neurodivergent for 20 slutty slutty angry years.

and it still took me like. a few months to get a psych appointment. a few weeks to reaffirm my diagnosis as an adult. a few more weeks for another appointment for meds. he doesnt Want to do meds first, because i must have been doing fine without them if its been two decades, right? i got a job and a car and everything. well gee fuckin shittickers Dr. Brain Guy, just WHAT was my alternative? would you prefer i be maladapted to the point of incapacitation; is that what it takes for someone to be considered? i cheated my way through school. every day after work i sit for an hour in my car because i dont have the executive function to stand up and walk the ten steps to my house. garbage just appears around me. i have three empty bags of hot chip and two cans of sprite on my desk as we speak, neither from today. at that point i hadnt had a debit card for six months because that would have required me to Drive To The Bank, a location that was new to me in this area, so i just did everything on credit. is this all normal? is this fine? am i GOOD, actually, Dr. WeirdBrain?

so we cordially agree that yes i should probably be medicated. i want to do a stimulant. he does not want to put me on a stimulant. "stimulants can mess with your heart," he says, "and you're young, you don't want heart problems." i say ok because i dont want to make him think im just looking for narcotics. even though i am. because they WORK. i agree to try some kind of antidepressant.

the antidepressant gives me tachycardia. i go to the emergency room after reading a heartbeat of, oh, 140 bpm, which is about like double what it normally is and juuuust below the You Are Having A Heart Attack threshold. i get to the ER and the doctor there is very obviously convinced i'm a local addict having some sort of episode. it is the most ironic experience i've had all year and i feel an abrupt and all consuming kinship with those birds in australia that will swoop you and peck at your face for seemingly no good reason.

so yeah, we narrow it down to the antidepressant. as it turns out, these particular meds are known to, semi-commonly, Mess With Your Heart. i have my next appointment with my psych and somehow refrain from pecking his eyes out. he puts me on a noreprinephrine inhibitor(iirc) that isnt actually FDA approved to treat ADHD specifically(i DEFINITELY rc) but it IS given to smokers to help them quit. i dont smoke. i may very well fucking start before this whole ordeal is at the point where someone listens to me

it obviously does a combined total of jack and shit, and the man waffles with this one because he has "had success" using it as treatment for other ADHD patients. he ups the dose. twice. three months on the smoker meds, which are also apparently notorious for destroying your appetite, but they didnt even do THAT. no change to the average amount of hot chip on my desk.

he wants to try quelbree after that. i finally tell him i'm tired of this shit and would like to have more than two hours of usable daylight to function before it all falls to uncontrollable youtube shorts binges and a daily experience i like to call The Weighted Nothings and i would very much like to PLEASE. TRY A STIMULANT.

he's been friendly enough with me over these past four or five or whatever months but at this he gets suddenly very very business-baseline. gives me the whole spiel about the north american shortage. gives me a spiel about how i absolutely cannot, under any circumstances, lose or sell this medication, because they will not refill it if i do. i am sitting here wondering if he he's telling the truth about having other ADHD patients at all like ever in his career, and also, am i nuts or should the "don't sell your prescription drugs" bit apply to EVERYTHING? i dont fuckin know man i just live here

he says he wants a urine test first. its scheduled for two weeks out. i take it.

"hey uh, your piss came back with cannabis in it" "well it'd be weirder if it didn't, we are in california and i am a kitchen manager" "you can't have weed if you want adderall" "fine i'll stop" "we'll schedule you another test in a month" "aight bet" it didnt go exactly like that but this is kind of what the vibe between us has devolved into by this point.

anyway i wait a month and get a good grade in piss. i get the meds prescribed. i go to fill out the prescription

all i really need to say to you are the words "prior authorization error" for most of you to get what happened next.

the psych isnt even aware. i wait another month for our next meeting, which was yesterday. i do not yell at him. he tells me to take it up with the pharmacy, and yell at them. i am going to yell at them.

so i go, and guess what, it actually went through a while ago! NO ONE TOLD ME OR DR. FEEL-BAD OVER HERE. but we can't fill it right now because its a controlled substance so come back in a few hours. hey it's ready where the hell are you? TAKE YOUR METH AND GET OUT

anyway i started it today, reorganized my pantry, and fixed the fire alarm in my hallway that's been chirping at me for a week. i no longer have to wear earplugs to bed.

and with my newfound executive function superpowers, i will be spraying my weed-free piss all over Reagan's grave.

[cannibal-nightmares]

Funny Thing About Opinions

Stein is at a banquet he wishes he weren’t at.

Something a bit free-form. don’t take it too seriously. Social burnout in the overwhelming face of well-intent.

Soul Eater - Stein & Spirit // hurt/no comfort, hurt/comfort, loose AU, low social battery, asocial Stein, non-chronological, cliffhanger, social burnout, anxiety, implied SpiritStein, whether it's OOC by the end is up to your imagination Word count - 1,667 -- [AO3 link] - [x]

It was like his teen years, at a party surrounded by people he didn’t want to talk to, having conversations he didn’t want to have. Of course he actualized the feeling of honor he was supposed to be experiencing, but his preoccupied thoughts had him distracted from the present, an itching under his skin that had his soul reaching to rattle the bars of its cage.

“Franken, is it?”

The teen refocused his attention from his right where some peers mingled by the front door. He’d observed the girl now in front of him before: If it weren’t for the fanned ember within her soul, she might have otherwise been reduced to being plain and blonde.

“You’re Spirit’s partner.”

“Stein.” He corrected her. “Sure.”

“Word has it you’re the top-performing meister of the academy. I didn’t take you for the party type.”

“You don’t know me.”

“I’m trying to get to know you, aren’t I? Spirit said you might be aloof.”

“So you know him, after all.” It was a statement, not a question. “Although, Spirit wouldn’t call me by my first name to someone whom we weren’t mutually acquainted.”

“Sheesh, would you relax? This isn’t an interrogation, you know.”

He huffed with a forced half-grin, taking a learned sip from his solo cup, a drink he didn’t realize until then he had actually wanted. “Yeah. Excuse me, Kamiko.” Stein shouldered himself through the crowd to meet the stairs without a second glance, wandering until he found a bathroom or quiet bedroom or broom closet.

It was a child-like overwhelm.

The teacher nudged his shoulder, but he couldn’t hear what she had suggested to him. He turned over his fist and watched closely to its center as his fingers peeled away to reveal a grasshopper in his palm, its legs readjusting in anticipation. On cue, as it jumped out of the boy’s grasp, he scooped at the air to catch it once again in two cupped hands, amused by the timely prediction.

“Don’t you want to play with your friends?”

Hesitant--not of anxiety but of thought--he raised his gaze to hers before calculating the outcomes of possible answers; he glanced blankly to the kids his age chasing each other around a swing set, already assuming the insect to hop out his hands. The short answer was, no, he didn’t want to play today. Why did they insist he couldn’t continue on reading from individual time? He didn’t like that recess followed and interrupted such honed focus, it often made his skin crawl; sometimes he could force the feeling away, sometimes it welled in his chest and flooded into his head, especially when people would ask him questions-made-rhetorical with such readable answers. To speak would spout a stream he would not be able to stop.

In his thoughts, Stein felt his own soul twinge with frustration, followed by a short anger, then a sinking defeat. He shook the grasshopper in his hand to help himself think, but the effort was fast-discovered futile. They had taken his books away before, and his retaliation was met with a confused discipline. He’d considered repeating his anarchy over and over again: He could play the long game, but the chance that it wouldn’t have amounted to anything by the end, he decided, wasn’t worth wasted time consistently committing to time out.

Still, the jagged juxtaposition was gutting him through his sternum.

“Oh, honey, you’re going to make the bug dizzy doing that.”

Stein couldn’t unclench his fist as he brought both hands to the sides of his head, squeezing pressure into his skull. It was relaxing. It tuned out the shrieking kids and muddied her voice into a more bearable volume. The touch, then, to his shoulder startled him and had him retreat inward, a soothing humming in his throat. Why couldn’t she see what he wanted? What was it that he needed? Why was it all a trick? How was the truth of the matter so wrong?

It was a declared selfishness.

“Stein!” An echoed calling shouted from a distance.

The grad student snapped out of his writing in a haze, meeting the wall to finally note how dark the room had become. Someone was making a racket from the street below and a sharp buzzing rang from downstairs.

“Stein, you can’t tell me you’re home right now!”

His hesitation was less that of startled anxiety, but more that of recollecting where he was and why. Stein’s chest eased as the picture reformed in front of him, a peace in remembering he was safe in his own sanctity.

“I mean, I guess you can, atleastthen I’d know you’re not off dead somewhere or something…” As the voice trailed off, Stein couldn’t ignore the slur on its tongue, sparking his attention to fast conclusions. He stretched out his arms over his head before hoisting himself out of his chair to meet the window, sheer curtains obstructing the pedestrian’s view of him if they had tried to look.

On the street was a wobbling redhead in a mussed suit jacket and nice shoes. The man’s soul was glowing warm, but was going dim in disappointment. Stein’s hand twitched to open the window in reply or to meet the front door, though the blanket of solitude weighed comfortingly over him.

“What was it all for, Stein?” Spirit begged. “Can we not celebrate you?”

The amusement from the graduate’s face faltered. He had been told before not to acknowledge the creeping resentment that started to bloom in his throat, but something spurred like a quiet gnawing behind his ears. There it was again. Damned if you do, damned if you don’t. He was grateful, sure, but his wants didn’t match expectations.

“Professor Stein!”

A girl in a blazer bounded towards him from the crowd of familiar faces. He politely moved his champagne to his side.

“Your speech this evening was just the encouragement the kids needed to hear to keep their spirits up. And a congratulations are in order to your anniversary.”

He had given a speech? Oh, he must have, it would explain the distracting cross-frequency that buzzed over his attention. Although his half-smile stemmed from somewhere genuine, he had to force his focus in response.

“I’m flattered, Maka, though my work would not be much without the perseverance of my students.” A beat, and he let his colors bleed in front of the young woman. “Too, I think this event needs to shed more emphasis on its alumni than some of those like me…”

He fiddled with his glass in the slight unprofessionalism. Now that his students were long-graduated, he felt more comfortable than some of his peers to regard them as comrades rather than pupils, especially as some of them were teachers, themselves. In the past, he would have put up a front for her, hidden away his discomfort to lead by example and to spark her own confidence, but these days he trusted he could be met in the middle, giving a sort of cue he wanted to reserve his niceties if they needed to be more applicable elsewhere. She caught it.

“For everything that you are.” Maka tipped her head and toasted her glass.

He had to blink away his surprise.

“And to yours.”

He hadn’t intended on slamming the door when he got home, but the window panes across the living room rattled as he stumbled into the breezeway. Stein’s heart was pounding—he hadn’t noticed it had gotten that bad—his hand tracing the wall for balance while the other fumbled to unbutton his collar. His foot lagged at the crossroads of the hallway where he could pace to his room, his sight stuck on the couch that was just two steps away. A deep sigh that unhitched the tightness in his chest, Franken allowed his chest to meet the cushions, his face half-smushed into a throw pillow.

No more. Not again. He couldn’t even acknowledge when someone had entered the room to place a blanket over him.

“Stein.”

Standing near the double doors of the banquet hall’s balcony, Stein hadn’t realized he had got caught in a loop of cranking at his screw, his eyes closed and face turned downward, his brow exhibiting a faux focus to the room. Everything had gotten so loud, he couldn’t tell even when the volume was turned down by the dissipating crowd.

“It’s a little much, huh?”

Cutting through the static was the cool air from outside that seeped through the aging architecture. He wanted to think. He needed to think. He threw on the cruise control and restarted on safe mode; all he had to do was ride out the rest of the evening, ignorantly pretending he would be able to confidently acknowledge when the road ended. Without opening his eyes, he nodded upward just once to the presence that approached him, fire to fingers that continued the ratcheting.

“Let me take your glass.”

It was out of his hands.

“Come, follow me outside.”

The flute was replaced by a squeeze to his palm, to which Stein returned. A step, a cr-clacking, a rush from a breeze, a few more steps followed by another cr-clack, then almost-silence. He brought his grip away from his bolt to meet his face, soothing himself with loose knuckles to rub at his temple. The other hand followed suit.

“Sit with me.”

He did, guided by the elbow. The concrete was cool.

“I don’t normally negotiate.” Stein muttered with a humored rise in his voice, but his face remained unmatched and flat.

“Shut up.” Spirit huffed playfully.

He did.

It was dark, Stein didn’t have to open his eyes to know that, and the fragrance of night was refreshing to their lungs; the light music from beyond the wall caught his attention in waves, he but was beginning to make his escape out from the rip current. One last hand to his back, and, finally, a deep and granted exhale of mutual salvation.

[tangyangie]

ong okayokay what abt karma w an rlly quiet n shy reader? she's really quiet in class,speaks in a low tone,and is often asked to raise her voice. she's also sensitive so if a teacher scolded her she'd tear up easily. but when a dude in her class threw a remark abt her body? oh boy,she got mad. that's when she actually gets mad,and when she does,she just becomes the complete opposite of her shy and quiet self. and after she's done yelling at him,she just goes like;"ehe:3 oopsie!:3" while the poor boy is just bawling at her insults. hehehehehegehhd how would karma react😈

𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄

synopsis. karma x fem!reader who is shy and quiet but has a side to her that she doesn't let people see—unless in the worst of situations.

notes. oo this is a cool idea !! the oopsie ties everything together

"louder, please, y/n."

what is that, the fifth time today you've heard that?

"...3?" you say, still too quiet for the teacher's liking. but, it was loud enough to hear.

"nope. pay attention, we just said that wasn't the answer."

sighing, you buried your head in your hands and melted into your chair. you swore you heard a few snickers and felt eyes boring into your skull.

staring into your desk, your vision became blurry as the tears began to form.

school's finally out—yet not soon enough. walking as quickly as possible through the front doors, you wiped the teardrops that fell from your eyes. sniffles escaped you as you tried preventing anyone from seeing you in this state.

but, of course—karma saw you. how couldn't he? the most observant boy you know, who also happens to take notice of you more often than not?

he's watching you closely as you rush to the sidewalk, carelessly running home.

just what was going on with you?

he would've asked, but you were already out of sight by the time he registered your crying.

» » »

the next day couldn't have started off worse. the rain was one thing, but slipping and nearly falling on your face was another. watered-down mud from everyone's shoes leaving residue on the floor latched onto your clothes, making you look like even more of a mess than you already were.

more giggles. just what you needed.

pushing yourself up, you brushed yourself off as you fought the tears threatening to show themselves. wiping your face with your wrist, you took a deep breath and began walking again. that is, until you overheard a conversation.

"y/n's so dumb. her body looks like a constipated potato. i'd feel bad for anyone who had to touch it."

the only thing that followed were laughs and stares into the back of your head.

turning around, you gripped onto your backpack strap. the troubled and teary look you had on your face earlier showed no signs of ever having existed. what replaced it was a neutral look.

your face was one of a bored kid in a study hall, yet your aura was one out for blood. they could feel it.

you began slowly walking towards them. step by step. one foot in front of the other. not breaking eye contact by even blinking.

when suddenly, a smirk appeared on your features.

"constipated potato, huh?"

karma overheard you. and once seeing the look on your face, he knew he was going to stay for this.

» » »

not even a teacher was going to interfere with you now. the sheer amount of noise that was coming from you was unnatural enough, let alone the insults spewing from your lips.

they were unheard of—just your very first statement had all of their jaws dropping. you were saying the craziest things ever. the boy who insulted you began pouring out tears from the utter embarrassment he was going through.

you were on a roll. insults and taunts just expelling from your mouth with no end. the students around you couldn't help but laugh either, the situation just being so hilarious.

the boy having been reduced to a sobbing mess from the girl who would cry at a pebble knocking the window. he was on his knees at this point, sobbing into his hands. the puddle from his tears was more than the amount of rain dragged in by the students.

karma was simply bewildered. just... eyes wide, jaw dropped, completely shocked.

"not even the dog wants you, even though he ate it in the first place!! that's your personality, that's also been shit on by every 8 year old on social media that thinks they've got the comebacks of the century!!"

you weren't giving him time to get a word in, let alone recover!! this was a fight to the death, and you were beating a corpse.

"sorry that your little 'i don't shut up, i grow up—and when i look at you, i throw up' doesn't work on anyone, because it's so childish that it's funny."

no hesitation was seen by you. no signs of stopping. the bell had already rung, but there was maybe one person at their desk—on the other side of the school.

"have you even shown your face on the internet since you were 10? because that's the only time i'd say something like that in public and not actually be ashamed."

at this point, he was hiccuping and sobbing like a waterfall had been implanted in his eyes. his face was snotty and everything—he honestly looked pathetic, and everyone knew it.

you stood there in silence for a few seconds. he raised his head, looking up at you in fear.

"oops! sorry, i got a bit carried away there!" you giggle, smiling—before beginning to turn around and skip away without a care in the world.

and then a certain someone stopped you.

"oh—hey, karma!"

he was in complete shock.

"y/n, that might have been the coolest thing i have ever seen before." he smiles, honestly amused.

he's honestly so excited. spends the next three periods brainstorming pranks with you so that you can humiliate the boy even further. if he hasn't left school, yet.

he's surprised by the change in attitude, but he welcomes it with open arms. and buckets of green slime that are just itching to be poured over a certain someone.

notes. idk this one feels really short... i'm sorry i didn't make it longer 💔💔 these are also the best insults i could come up with at the moment but i have an m&m overload headache so i can't really think straight rn !!

[cerine0357]

How Azuki Shimizu, Dejiyo Shimizu, Liuxian Shimizu, Xinya Shimizu react to their romantic partner the reader who tries so hard to please people and be perfect in everything he does and can't handle the pressure and ends up breaking down in front of them.

OC: Shimizu Family:-

. Azuki, Dejiyo, Liuxian, Xinya Shimizu X Fem!Reader

▱ Summary: Maybe being a people pleaser is something a few of Shimizu kids have done, so how should they help when you're the people pleaser for once?

▱ Angst to Fluff|| Established relationship|| Warnings: mentions of murder, cursing|| Headcanons || Normal versions of OC

▱ Author's note: This was a bit hard to write, but I coped and I think it came out a bit shabby, but fine! And yes, Xinya's scenario was inspired by dangerously yours~

OC X Reader:

People pleaser S/O has a break down

Azuki Shimizu

Azuki finally breathed a sigh of relief as he entered his room, but hearing your cries wasn't something he hoped to hear today... Immediately he threw his bag, shoes and anything else he had in hand, before running over up the stairs of his loft bed and up above, he obviously sees a figure completely engulfed in his soft and amazing mattress, crying and sobbing...

Azuki only sighed, not wanting to make you upset more, he crawled on the open side up until he reached the end, he slowly and gently lifted his covers and got inside it, immediately the warm atmosphere of under the blanket started making him sweat, but he didn't care right now...he slowly wrapped his arms around your waist as you turned over to bury your crying self in his shirt...

You both stayed under the warm blankets you burying your face in his shirt which was now sticking to his chest and was sticky from your tears and maybe a bit of snot (not that he cares, cause you're crying here) as only he does is rub your back shushing you and humming a beat for you to calm down..

Finally calming down, you're still hiccuping from the huge amount of tears you cried, all Azuki did was take off his shirt which definitely left him shirtless as you felt your cheeks warm up a bit. Azuki picked up a part of his shirt and used it to wipe your tears and then your face and then lastly your nose before throwing it off the bed without looking to a laundry bag as he hugged you tightly to his body, the warmth increasing as you hugged jut as tightly.You looked up at him, his face flushed with a sot smile and sweaty body did make it a bit tempting for you to kiss him and who were you to deny your heart and brain's order, you pulled him by his nape as your lips kissed his.

As you both pulled away, he asked, "Now what happened to my treasure for her to be crying so much?" and all you did was giggle awkwardly before explaining how you both were supposed to go on a date, but your friend asked you to complete her part of the project as well, she said she will pay you back but it never happened... And you tried reasoning with her saying how you always did for her and now you can't do this for her because you have a date with your boyfriend and what she did? Say you were a horrible friend for not doing this for her...and blocked you on every platform...

Azuki only sighed before pulling you closer to him, kissing you and whispered against your lips, "I'm so sorry my treasure~" Azuki whispered before pulling away, you were about to say it's fine when you felt Azuki slapping the back of your head before angrily saying,

"How many times do I have to say it?! If she does not understand that YOU don't want to do HER part of the project, there is nothing wrong for her, let her not get any grade and state it to the fucking teacher how she's never doing her projects, I can tell my dad to help you!"

Azuki said with a pout as he kissed you again apologizing for hitting you, but you can't lie you deserved it, why were you crying when you don't want to do someone else's part of the project...

"Now lets get out, cause I'm boiling alive under this blanket here without a fan.." Azuki said before removing the blanket of you and him, letting the lights show how sweaty you both were under the blankets...you both giggled at each other's red faces as you agreed with his words...

Dejiyo Shimizu

Maybe it was you crying in the bathroom that ticked Dejiyo off or rubbed her the wrong way, because she pissed of Dejino who answered rudely to everyone else and now everyone in the house is mad... Dejiyo angrily left the house, her short blonde hair under her hoodie luckily Dejino calmed down quickly when he entered her room and found you crying in the bathroom, he helped you get up, cleaned you up before leading you to the bed as he lat you lay your head on his lap as he spread your hair as he listened to your problems...

Dejino was carding his fingers through you hair as you uncontrollably cried in his lap, he at times sat you up and wiped your face and nose with a napkin before letting you lay on his lap again.... As he's runs his fingers through your hair again you finally start to calm down a bit, when suddenly Dejiyo bursts through the door with a shit ton of stuff in a huge shopping bag

Dejino helps you sit up as Dejiyo spills all the content of the bag out to show case your favourite snacks, drinks, sweets, books, manga, clothing, movies, new phones, laptops and all anything else you'd need to feel happy as Dejiyo jumps on the bed and hugs you tightly, "I don't want you to to be upset because of that stupid dumbass bitch!" Dejiyo says as Dejino nods his head as there is another knock on the door, when Dejiyo opens the door, Reo and Kaiyo along with all the others are standing outside all with gifts and things for you, you are only sitting there frozen with wide eyes, "NO! WHAT IS ALL THIS?!" You ask confused before Izumi comes and says with a smile,

"We don't like it when anyone in our family is sad or upset!" Izumi says as Xinya smiles and nods before saying, "You're a part of our family, we know how much you try to please people including us..."

before Kaiyo sits beside you and put a hand on your shoulder before saying, "This used to happen to me too, I was a people pleaser and people took advantage of that....I know what you're going through, so...maybe it's better if you let this go, cause people will love you and comfort you not hurt you in the way they did...Also what type of mother would I be if I let my future child not get some type of revenge?" Kaiyo said as she joked and produced a flower crown with her hands before settling it on your head as she used some wind to lift all the content Dejiyo brought you before settling it down in colour coded and everything!

"Also a bitch like that doesn't deserve kindness like yours!" Ayako says as she grins before sitting down next to you as Dejiyo and Dejino hugs Kaiyo tightly, as Reo takes out a napkin and wipes your face gently before smiling, as he teleported them all to the huge sleepover room, with a huge screen, speakers, huge space for sleeping relaxing...Maybe they were right, they don't deserve your kindness and you should focus on those who really appreciate you for it...

And all while you said they didn't need to spend money, all Luixian did was tie your mouth shut lovingly and let him and his family members shower you with their gifts...all while, you smelled something bad bu you ignored it,you don't have to know the little splatter of blood they did...

Liuxian Shimizu

Liuxian knew you were hiding something and you knew he knew it so why weren't you sharing it with him....Like you know you can trust him, but you're not only not sharing what's hurting you but also distancing yourself from him and to your boyfriend, that's unacceptable...

And so what else other than sneaking in through your phone can he do?? so while you were getting ready to go out for a meeting, which made you super uncomfortable as he could see from your face, he touched the screen and transferred into your phone and to your Instagram and watched reels waiting for you to go and soon he did feel the ground being picked up and being stuffed in a packet as the screen was covered in food crumbs...

He stayed in the phone seeing reels to distract himself until he felt the phone being lifted out and set on a glass table, he was able to see his surroundings through the phone camera, he saw you sitting there all tensed up with a few friends whom all seem to ignore you as they gossiped and talked shit about random people in their life, when the waiter came you ordered a few small things but all your friends started ordering these expensive and large things when one of them piped up to you and said,

"Hey, Y/N...You can handle my bill right? I did bring my wallet today! Your boyfriend is rich and all that, you can handle this right??" She said as everyone else agreed and said that you could handle all their bills since they all....unintentionally forgot their wallets....

you being you couldn't say no an if you wanted to you couldn't, they wouldn't give you a chance to agree or disagree.... Liuxian saw this all as you sat there with glossy eyes trying not to cry, he wanted to hold you and let his younger brother and other siblings take a jab at these good for nothing friends of yours, they would definitely end up crying.....

of-course they did nothing but ignore you through the whole thing, until the very end where Liuxian could see you getting antsy and angry...As they were all standing up, you paid for the meal and thanked the poor waitresses and waiter and all those who served you cause your friends simply had no manners, seemingly they grew in a pigsty...

As you were leaving, your friends all angrily stopped you, "HEY! You were meant to cover all our meals!" one of them angrily said but you had enough of this, "Why? Am I your bank?" as you answered back just as angrily, this seemingly shocked all of them cause you never spoke up and obediently did things for them

"YOU LITTLE!" One of them pulled you closer to them by your collar as they were about to hit you, their hand and everything restricted as Liuxian came up behind them with one of the glare no one in the world wants to face....Liuaxian held all your friends and threw them in his phone, trapping them inside unless he brings them out...all of them crying for you to forgive them and protect them and for the first time you didn't care what they wanted you to do, despite their tears and fear....

Liuxian ended up buying another phone and broke the screen to scares your friends and threatened them before letting them go....luckily he knew they won't ever do this cause if they did...may god forgive them cause you won't...

Xinya Shimizu

'Maybe you were the one in the wrong, not them...Why were you a failure? You did everything and yet you were till not perfect meaning you weren't giving your full percent...Pretty sure you didn't deserve the things you got, the good marks, the great friends, the great family and most importantly...Xinya..'

'Right, you couldn't even do something as simple as this....you disappointed all your friends, your family, and maybe even the Shimizu family and Xinya, why would he want someone who is not as perfect as he is? He can easily get another girl who'd love and be as perfect as he is, why would he need you? Xinya didn't even care or know how you felt or experienced through this...'

Why were these thoughts in your head?? Your tears falling down your cheeks and on the floor as you cried so late at night, Xinya and everyone else in the house probably asleep so you had to be quiet in the bathroom as you turned on the shower to calm yourself, not like it helped... as the water beat down, it only personified your sadness and anger, you didn't like that...but not like you had the energy to get out, not with the pain...

Yet you couldn't stay in the shower, the water was getting cold and staying for too long will probably give you a cold, as you wrapped yourself in a towel, got out of wet clothing you had on, and walked out quietly, but you guess you weren't as quiet as you thought you were as Xinya sat there his grey-blue hair tied in a ponytail as he had glasses on and sat there reading a book, he seemed at such peace...but the moment you stepped out, he put his book down and looked a you with a sad smile, looking at his face his eyes were red swollen and his nose a bit runny...

You know how bad he felt seeing you cry...you didn't like it...but you didn't realize he hated it so much he would rather cry harshly and in silence then say something...

Seeing his eyes made you tear up again as you tried not to cry and embarrass yourself in front of him...yet you couldn't stop, you really were a failure, weren't you? You fell to your knees, you felt so weak and so tired..you couldn't hold yourself up as you cried on the floor of the room..You heard shuffling but it wasn't anything too alarming, as you felt a kiss being pressed to your red lips, you looked up at him him having tears in eyes as well as he smiled gently,

"What is wrong my dear? Why are hurt?" Xinya asked gently as he touched your cheek, but you know he wasn't aware of anything you go through, he was far too priviledged for this

"It's nothing you understand..." You say angrily hitting his hand from your cheek, still the smile from Xinya's face didn't drop

"You're crying my darling, it surely can't be nothing.."

"..I told you it's nothing!" You angrily replied back, "You barely know anything....you've only been with me for 8 months.."

"8 months...Darling I might have known you my whole life..." Xinya said holding one of your hands in his as he held it close to his chest close to his heart, "When I went to the library...I thought how I would have read you countless books, when I heard music I thought you'd like it....i have walked through flower shops, knowing I'd give most of them to you...not even my sisters or mother..." hearing this you gasped, Xinya's family was always above everyone else...

"....stop! Stop!"* You tried to make him stop his words, they started to melt your hearts again and you didn't want to be so vulnerable, *"It's true my dear...but before you relationship, something else must come which needs all my attention....your happiness...I know how you fell.." Xinya said holding your hands and hugging you getly against him, as you knew this was probably the safest place to be right now...as you cried to him knowing he and you were hopefully made for the betterment of each other...

© All three characters belong to me, Lxdymoon, Aurelia, Moon, Cerine. Reblogging is appreciated, but plagiarizing or copying my works is forbidden, thank you for ready and if you like this check out my blog!

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[chiefbeifongcanrailme]

Director's cut for Laws of Physics pls??

*Cracks knuckles* I'm finally getting to this. Every time I started typing this, I'd get overwhelmed but just how much I have to say and by this point, I've been putting it off for way too long.

It all started because of the Avatar Sunken Ships Week 2021 event that prompted me to write a modern AU. Before this, I had honestly never considered it mostly because I'd grown tired of the amount of modernization we see in books and media today. There's always a text conversation or internet stalking and somewhere, the appeal of the Avatar universe had to be the absence of these things. So when a modern AU was kinda thrust on me, I decided to have fun with it, until I realized, it was thoroughly self-indulgent and it way more fun than I imagined.

At the time, I was in grad school, in love with one of my professors- but obviously, nothing could happen there. As a kid, when in school, I was sooo nosy about my teachers' personal lives. Taking both those two aspect of me together, I decided to go with a university setup- that way I'm only writing adults- I don't think I care to write kids- no offense to anyone.

So, coming to Laws of Physics I thoroughly enjoyed writing it. Clearly, I had a lot more to write and establish in the very first chapter, but I ended up speeding through the foundation and gave it my best. Most of the comments I received implored me to consider writing another chapter to it. And while I often get comments like that, I learnt that not all fics should get a second chapter (wink, wink, nudge, nudge- if you know which one), however, some, like It's Time to Make Time did so well.

And then, one day I was in lab during a 10hr experiment and I had no music or anything to keep me occupied, so my brain travelled to Linumi land- more specifically, the outline to Laws of Physics. So, while I sat there, isolating cells from the very tissues I harvested, I decided Hiroshi Sato should be a part of this as Lin's ex and manifestation of daddy issues. That Asami and Mako could make a great background pair.

That I could have each and every single character from canon "play" whatever character I wanted them too- a fictionalized version of sorts of themselves.

The rest pretty much wrote itself. I wanted to spend more time on Bumi and Lin's relationship because that's where the fun is- the sneaking around and the drama. And because of this, I ended up writing Physical Laws too, a little prequel to my modern AU.

Without spoiling too much, so far, we have learnt some about both their pasts. Bumi used to be married, and Lin used to be in a relationship (another secret relationship) with a much older man with whom she almost had a baby with. Bumi has a very loving family and an adorable pet bunny, Bumju, while Lin, doesn't have a great relationship with her family. If I have Mako in the fic, he obviously has a big crush on Lin- it's not something I can help. Asami kinda joined the fic by herself, I never asked her to and then obviously Hiroshi's her dad so I was like omg DRAMA, get in here girlie. Would you like a Mako on the side?

Since it's Lin x Bumi, the fic often takes goofy turns and cooky romantics but that helps balance out the drama which as of now, isn't heavy, but may dip in that territory soon.

I look forward to getting out the whole story soon.

Thank you for the ask!

Fanfic Writer: Director's Cut

[inkareds]

Love You Like A Cat

1610 Miles Morales x Reader

nav // marvel m.list // ko-fi

✧.* word count: 2.6k

✧.* genre: Fluff

✧.* warnings: The reader is coded to disassociate but not really

When things get too tiring, you can't help but lash out to your boyfriend, reminding him of a certain feline animal

“Alright class, today we’ll be starting our topic on quadratic functions, I’d like all of you to open your…”

As the teacher droned on you couldn’t help but lose focus. It had been a long day, no, long week. A long week of nothing going your way. From your biology research essay given back for revision to someone cheating off of you on your English test leading your teacher to accuse YOU of plagiarising their work. This week has not been your week if the eyebags slowly forming underneath your eyes weren’t a sign of that. 

So as you dozed off your eyes started to wander over towards the class around you. The ticking of the clock as seconds as if it rolled by much slower than it did just a few hours ago becoming a constant reminder of the amount of time you still have to spend in school. Before you can rest your weary head you still must go through this math class which had just started. 

When the teacher asked a question you couldn’t even comprehend, a few students rose their hands. The teacher picked one and the student, your classmate who you have identified to be one of the smartest kids in the room, answered with practice poise and elegance. The noise of their agonising voice, which was no fault of their own, pounded against your head as you feel a headache slowly coming. 

You furrowed your eyebrows as you counted the seconds from the ticking clock just so you can focus on anything but the dizziness your head decided to put your eyes to. 

The long-sleeved uniform felt almost foreign against your skin in this moment of overstimulation. The fabric feels scratchy and the weight feels uncomfortable. You wished you could just go invisible right now and disappear back into your bed. To rid of the usually comfortable uniform which now feels like a constricting carpet around your body and go back to wearing your soft and familiar pyjamas. 

Your train of thought was brutally cut off when a paper ball lands on your table, the sudden crinkling noise of the paper hitting the table somehow louder than it should be. Perhaps it was because everything else has become white noise at this point in time and that the paper’s noise was far too foreign for your brain to block out. Thus the sound of mere paper hitting your wooden table sounds like a hammer against your skull. 

You glanced around to see who threw the crumpled-up paper ball at your table only for your eyes to meet with your boyfriend’s at the table next to you. You shook your head of any malicious thoughts that were originally directed at whoever threw the paper at you. Realising the sensitive state you were in. 

Miles stared intently at you while every now and then he looks back to the front so that he could still pay attention to whatever the math teacher was spewing. You realised he was waiting for you to open his little letter. When you did so it wrote in messy handwriting. 

“You ok?”

For an artist, it was quite humorous how bad his handwriting was. When he wasn’t making graffiti on the walls or writing in a stylised manner, his ‘neat’ handwriting for school and paperwork teetered on the edge of intelligible and unintelligible.  

But frankly, you didn’t have the energy in you to find it as entertaining as you usually would. So, putting on the best smile you could, you turned to your right and nodded at him before mouthing the words. 

“I’m fine.”

Though from the furrow of his brows, you knew he wasn’t convinced. Of course, he wasn’t. Though the rest of your face could be faked to look rejuvenated and not at all as exhausted as you were feeling now, your eyes do not lie. And Miles, from the long time the two of you have been friends and now partners, he could read your eyes like a book. 

But he couldn’t contest your statement, because now the teacher has moved on to the next subtopic and he had to actually pay attention. 

As the lesson dragged on the only thing good to come out of it was the fact that the teacher didn’t call out your name to answer a question. A single reprieve from a solemn week. The moment you heard the loud bell, you were the first to leave the classroom. 

You tried your best to ignore the sounds of students chattering, their noisy footsteps, and the loud bangs of doors and lockers opening. It was all too loud and too bright. 

The cherry on top? Your well-intentioned boyfriend suddenly puts his arm around your shoulder and pulls you close to him so that the two of you could walk side by side without getting dragged or bumping into any other students in the crowded hallway. 

“I know you said you were alright, but are you really sure you’re alright?” Miles started, “I mean you can always talk to me if there’s something wrong, you know?” 

You closed your eyes as you let muscle memory take you to your dorm room, you know he had the best intentions. You know that, but god if he wasn’t the most annoying person in the world right now. 

You stepped slightly to the side, shrugging Miles’ arm off of you. “I’m fine, Miles, I’m just a little bit tired.” 

You didn’t dare look in his direction knowing he’d have a slightly dejected expression on his face. 

“Cool, cool, I’ll be here if you want to talk about it.” He said as he stuffed his hands in his pocket, observing you while trying to be subtle about it. 

“I don’t want to talk about it, I just want to sleep.” Miles furrowed his brows at your dismissal before nodding to himself. 

He knew something was off with how you’ve been acting lately, but he didn’t really want to say anything, just in case it had to do with something personal. But the fact that you barely could stay awake the entire day worried him. And now, with the way you were acting, he knew something was wrong. 

But he didn’t want to push you, knowing if he tried too hard you’ll only push him away. So he hovered beside you in silence as you quickly weaved through the crowd of people trying to get to your dorm room as quickly as possible. 

When the two of you got there, it was no surprise that you immediately collapsed on your bed, for once not caring about the fact that you were wearing the uniform you were wearing the entire day. Though you did take off your shoes, you weren’t a complete heathen. 

Miles only stared at you and sighed, taking a seat on your desk chair. See, your dorm room was slightly bigger than his was, and with no roommate to share the space with, you practically had a bigger space to make yours. 

Silence enveloped the two of you as you lay flat on your bed, relishing in the comfort of your covers but also still feeling the weight of all that you had to do. The fact that you were barely paying attention to any of your classes today meant that you had a lot to catch up on before the weekend was over. That single realisation made you grit your teeth. 

And somehow, Miles had the worst timing ever to speak, “Are you feeling any better? We can go down the street to that ice cream place you like a lot?” 

You didn’t answer. Afraid that if you were to speak you’d say something too harsh, something that’ll hurt his feelings. And Miles, in response to your silence, stayed silent as well. 

He wanted to help, wanted to do anything that could alleviate the stress from you. Take some of your pain to him, maybe this was the Spiderman in him talking, making him want to burden your exhaustion rather than let you take it. Yeah, maybe it was the superhero ideology in him. But you were his partner, how could he not feel that way?

But despite his best efforts, it became increasingly clear that you wouldn’t let him do it. You were going through this alone and maybe that’s just what you needed. Some space and some time alone. And though it hurt him to stand up and leave, he thought it was the best thing he could do. 

“I’m going to do some of my homework.” He dejectedly stated, mostly to himself to make up an excuse to walk away. 

When you didn’t answer or try to stop him again he took it as the last sign for him to leave. A deep-set frown made its way to his face before he finally left. 

The moment the door closed, you felt even more weight on your shoulders. Why were you acting like such an asshole? To him of all people! He didn’t do anything except try to help. Miles was just there asking what you needed and you didn’t even say anything back to him. 

You shouldn’t have acted in such a way and you knew it, but at the time, right now, you don’t think you have the energy to do anything else. Tears started to well up in your eyes. Were they tears from the guilt that was currently eating you alive due to the way you treated your kind-hearted boyfriend or were they tears from all the pent-up rage and exhaustion that’s been building up for the past few days? 

Maybe all of them or maybe neither of them, perhaps you just needed to cry. 

Whatever it was, once the first few droplets left your eyes, it was like you had opened the dam gates. You simply couldn’t stop crying. 

Everything just hit you at that very moment. 

The biology paper that you have yet to revise with a thousand comments written by your teacher and how you could improve it. The English test that you’ll have to retake to prove you were skilled enough to do the test you were accused of plagiarising. The math and other myriad subjects you hadn’t been paying attention to for the entire week and all the things you need to catch up on. Not to mention the guilt at how you just treated your boyfriend. 

All of it pressed against you like a snake coiling against your body, tightening and constricting until you feel like you could barely breathe. 

You just wanted him here. You just wanted Miles here. 

Not to say anything, not to comfort you, not to even try and help you. Just him being here would be enough. Maybe a hug, but just Miles being around you was enough. You just needed to know he was there. But he wasn’t. Not now at least, and you were sure not for a while until you could properly apologise to him.

Or so you thought, as suddenly the door opened and an apprehensive Miles Morales spoke. 

“I- uh- I forgot my phone.” He chuckled awkwardly before going over towards his phone. 

This time though, right before he left, you spoke, softly and just above a whisper, “You can do homework here.”

Miles didn’t quite hear what you said, your voice muffled by the number of pillows and comforters around you. 

“Huh?”

“I said,” you lifted your head slightly above the pillows, “You can do homework here.” You sniffled. 

Normally, Miles would be quite confused why you were going the roundabout way of asking him to stay. But hearing your sniffles, Miles understood. 

“You’re right.” He nodded and sat back on your table, opening his bag to begin working on his homework. 

As he heard shuffling in the background, indicating that you were getting more comfortable in your bed, he smiled to himself. Maybe this was his way to help. 

~

When you woke up from your miniature nap, the first thing you noticed was the mood you were in. You were definitely feeling better, not by a lot, but you were feeling like a real person again. And a real person who can feel disgusted and the way they were dressed to sleep. 

You quickly got off your bed and were just about to go to the bathroom to change to notice Miles on your desk. His head lay on his arms as he slept. In a single second, your heart broke. You shouldn’t have gotten Miles to do his homework here, he probably just wanted to rest like you did and used the homework as an excuse to go to his bed. 

You figured he must’ve felt uninvited in your space to ask if the two of you could have a nap together, something you did quite often these days with finals coming up. 

So, you went to the bathroom to change and went over towards him. Fully intending to wake him up and either get him to his own dorm or get him to sleep with you in your dorm. It is the weekends anyways, no one really cares. 

But when you leaned down to wake him up you realised what he was doing. He wasn’t doing any kind of homework. He was drawing you. On both the open sketchbook pages, were sketches of you from different angles and techniques. 

Some were sketched out with colourful markers, some were just of your eyes with a pen, and others were just your top half with your smiling face. How he could draw your smiling face when you’ve been nothing but sour to him the entire day was beyond you. 

So, you picked up a red pencil and began sketching in an empty part of the spread. 

When you were satisfied with your work, well as satisfied as you can get when your little doodle as a non-artist was surrounded by actual works of art. You lightly shook Miles awake. Miles jumped in shock when he opened his eyes and realised the proximity you were suddenly in. 

“Wanna just sleep in my bed tonight?” You asked tiredly. Your eyes at this point had begun drooping again and you were a minute away from succumbing to sleep. 

Once Miles agreed after a bit of confusion due to the fact that he had just woken up from a nap, the two of you cuddled on your bed. Him in your embrace he kissed the top of your head. 

“I love you.”

You grumbled, tired and lazy to say anything. Which caused Miles to chuckle to himself. There was silence after that. 

“I love you too.” Your words were a mess of grumbling and muffled noises due to you putting your face near your pillows and Miles. “And I’m sorry.”

Miles smiled, “Don’t worry about it. I knew you were havin’ a tough day.”

“Mhm.” you murmured, eyes already closed causing Miles to stifle a chuckle that was threatening to leave at how cute you were being. 

“You’re just like a cat.” He whispered, softly caressing your head. 

“Mhm.” He raised an eyebrow at your response. 

“And you’re already half asleep so you don’t even know what I’m saying.”

“Mhm.” 

His smile grew bigger at that and finally, just like you, he decided to succumb to the dark embrace of sleep while in the embrace of the person he loved. 

~

When the next day came and he woke earlier to clean up his stuff and bring it back to his dorm, he noticed his opened sketchbook. He must’ve left it open when he fell asleep. But when he looked closely he saw a doodle at the corner of the page he definitely didn’t leave. 

Upon closer inspection, he realised what the doodle is. His spider logo in a big red heart. With lots of tinier hearts all around it and the words. 

“Thank you.” On the bottom of it. 

Miles took a glance behind him at your still sleeping figure and softly smiled. 

[cherrrysue]

hey do you have any fics where larry is in an established relationship but they’re keeping it secret for one reason or another ???

yesss here u go

Secret Relationship

the first one contained heavy amount of smut read at your own risk

We Keep Taking Turns by Ropewithnoanchor

E, 69K

The start of the On The Road Again Tour means new anxieties, this time for both Louis and Harry. Between performances, traveling, interviews, family time, and the biggest crisis their band has ever faced, they have to help each other feel better the only way they know how—through domination and submission.

[A relatively canon-compliant story of nights in hotels and bedrooms, starting in February 2015.]

Hands Clasped Tight by afirethatcannotdie

E, 44K

“What am I looking at here?” Harry asks.

“This, my friends, is a ‘proof’ Instagram account, run by your students,” Liam announces.

“It’s got all this stuff about how the two of you are together,” Niall adds.

“I heard about that,” says one of the math teachers. “Confiscated a kid’s phone today when they were looking at it. I have to say, the evidence that you’re dating is pretty damning.”

“Really,” Louis says dryly. “Do you think being married for three years might have something to do with it?”

Or the one where Harry and Louis are high school teachers and their students have been playing matchmaker for over a year. Little do they know, Harry and Louis are already married.

If You Asked Me If I Love Him (I'd Lie) by allyasavedtheday

M, 26K

So Harry and Louis might have fucked up.

The day of their wedding was the single most perfect moment of Louis’ life and every single day since where he’s been able to call Harry his husband has been nothing short of bliss. There’s just one teeny, tiny problem…

Their families don’t know they’re married.

*

Or the one where Harry and Louis eloped but neglected to mention it to anyone. Meanwhile Lottie is getting married and the only way for them to not steal her thunder is by pretending they're just friends for the weekend. Featuring Harry and Louis as terrible liars who don't know the meaning of the word platonic and some Tomlinsons and Styles's who definitely don't believe them.

Into The Midnight Sun by summerwine

E, 63K

Every day without Louis was a never ending blue Monday. Every day went without his sweetness and warmth and the radiant colours of his flame. The tenor of his voice became unfamiliar and muddled between going so long without the sound of it and getting lost with every other voice clouding Harry’s memory.

But he was here now, warming Harry’s bones with lips like summer. Every moment in his arms felt like a Sunday stroll through London. Beautiful and stormy and feeling every bit like home.

or, It's 1983, Harry embarks on his first world tour and Louis is a budding actor in LA. Life spent apart isn't easily adjustable, but somehow they make it work.

Call Answered by vondrostes

E, 249K

The day after his 27th birthday, Harry Styles attempts suicide. Louis is flown to his bedside to unravel the mystery of why he did it after a flash drive is found with a note attached, addressed to Louis. On it are a collection of 78 songs, all written for different dates from their past.

You Watched Me Sink by bananasandboots

E, 38K

They've discussed it a few times - the boyfriend thing. It's not like it's some forbidden, horrific, abandon hope all ye who talk about furthering the relationship sort of subject. They're mature adults. They're in tune with their feelings, their hearts' desires, the way those butterflies swoop in their bellies whenever they so much as hold each other's hands. They like each other. A lot. It's mutual, they know. But for now, they're just content to enjoy the simplicity of what they have, and what they have is great.

When dating in secret stops being enough, then they'll discuss that too.

Or, the one where Harry teaches Sex Ed and sneaks around with the drama teacher, and doesn't realize how out of tune he is with his true feelings until everyone else figures it out for him.

Lover Boy by brightgolden

E, 27k

“I’d love to meet your lover boy one day,” Lottie says suddenly as she pours Louis a whiskey on the rocks after their dinner. OR Where Louis wants to tell everyone about his relationship with Harry, but his boyfriend clearly thinks otherwise.

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[foster-the-world]

Aw, man

Last night the district wide school board meeting turned into a debate about Israel. With some claiming the DOE is not doing "enough." Apparently enough means they haven't yet written a email condemning the kidnappings in Israel? With claims they would have already sent a letter if it was black people. I guess the district is waiting on a legal team to approve language. So it should go out today or tmrw. Not good enough for these people. I don't get it. The DOE did send a letter condemning racism and it doesn't do shit to protect my kids. We are still in the most segregated school system in the nation. I am 100% confident the man claiming they "would have already done it if it was black people." made sure his children were in the majority white schools. The anti-racism letter didn't change his desire to segregate his children so why would a anti-semitism letter help jewish students? Writing a letter condemning the kidnappings in Israel is not going to protect my kids one bit nor help the children who were kidnapped. Our district has migrant children pouring in every single week. Let's talk about how we can support them. Letter or no letter I do not care.

I left that meeting to go to our schools PTA meeting. We did spend a good amount of time talking about how we can help the new migrant children who started at our school last week. Apparently 1000 more children entered the district on Friday - set to start next week. My 2nd graders class got three more students last week. Rebel's 1st grade class got two more students. We've been working on our Spanish at home and making sure the girls include them. I'm so glad we are at a school where we teach the kids to welcome their new friends. I have no doubt the uniform, clothing, coat drive will be fully funded - even though we have a school full of low income parents who aren't exactly rolling in the dough.

This morning I'm talking to the Principal about the clothing/Halloween costume drive when she gets a text message and looks horrified. Apparently a lower grade kid told their teacher they can't be around them because they are Jewish and their Mom told them Jewish people are dangerous. So fucked up. Poor baby being taught that hate and poor teacher having to hear it from a student she pours her hard work into.

I'm not really worried about my girls hearing shitty things. As mentioned they are tough and can handle themselves. The toughness does mean they can be jerks but also means they wouldn't hesitate to fight back if someone says shit like that to them. People have said other shitty things to them and they returned with the 6yo version of "go fuck yourself" and were indignant more then hurt. *Obviously they didn't use the f word. They have a solid group of friends in their class who would know to defend them. Although we are going to have a talk about what to say if someone talks negatively about Juduism or if they hear someone say anything racist/prejudice/etc to themselves or any of their friends. We've had the general talk before but probably need to be more specific on the Jewish side of things. Every year my husband and I bring Hanukkah celebration stuff to their class. Everyone is always very receptive. Last year Bee's teacher was Jewish. They've generally had at least one jewish family in their class - although that dwindles in the older grades. We live two doors down from the JCC - so they go to classes there so do get to spend time around Jewish children regardless. This semester they are taking an art class there and we go to the shabbat dinners sometime.

Bee has a Ukrainian girl in her class - well her grandparents are from Ukraine. So Bee came home last year talking about how people are murdering babies "as soon as they come out" in the Ukrainian war. Now this year her little friend is from Israel - so she comes home with more horror stories he hears from home and interprets into six year old language. The world we are giving our children is not okay.

[lysandyyy]

Okay, so speaking of my Writing and Critical Inquiry class, I have this "Blog Post" project. So, today, we're gonna talk about how poverty affects the education system. I *really* liked this article that I found in my college's library on this subject, so if my post doesn't suffice your thirst for knowledge (which it shouldn't, you should always be thirsting for knowledge, but that's not my point. But please read this article if you have the time it's so good.) I will preface, however, that it was made like decades ago, so he refers to black people only as Negros and says the N slur once. So, y'know. be prepared.

He starts out the article with this quote I actually really liked from Pat Sexton's  "Education and Income: Inequalities of Opportunity in Our Public Schools," where he says, "There is an enormous book by a Mrs. Pat Sexton which indicates that a person is likely to get an education in proportion to how much money he has." I wholeheartedly agree with this because I grew up in Charleston, WV. This led to my parents being eager to move away because they were scared to send my sister to a middle school that was rife with drugs and violence, but they didn't have the money to send her anywhere else. This article is old as dirt, and it's very specific to its time, however, I believe that's why it's scary how accurate this is to the modern day. He speaks on how the main people who are hurt by not getting a proper education are Immigrants and African Americans. Specifically Irish Immigrants, which is my ancestry.

He speaks on what he sees in both his community and in the news across America, how we see underserved and underprivileged kids grow up to be "Criminals" and just generally not good people. He accredits this phenomenon to these kids not getting proper schooling and opportunities, causing them to not be able to work, causing them to have to turn to drugs and brothels. He also partially blames educators for this problem, which I disagree with because there are such nuances and different factors that go into teaching children. There's a bunch of red tape to sift through, and Admin is very strict on what we can teach and talk about with our students. However, I do agree that the education system needs A LOT of work. We need to teach our students things that will give them background on how to be a functioning member of society, but we also need to teach them life skills like taxes, public speaking, tolerance, and social skills.

Which brings me to the problem of America's "Education Debt." Education Debt, as paraphrased from the article "From the Achievement Gap to the Educational Debt: Understanding Achievement in U.S. Schools," Educational Debt is what the American Education System accrued by giving rich, white men a "head start" on education. By implementing "Residential Schools" and by not letting black kids have access to the same schools as rich white kids, black, native, and immigrant children are less likely to succeed in schools because they are still trying to catch up both historically and economically to their more privileged peers.

All this to say, we need to find ways to make this "debt" shrink. I had to research this for my Teachers in Diverse Societies class, and my findings were that we simply learn and adapt to the environment we're in. The best way to help underprivileged kids is to give them the opportunities they need to be successful. Whether that's having better teachers in schools or districts moving tax money around so that all the schools get the same amount of funding so all kids can be equally as successful, or what. The old saying goes, "It takes a village to raise a child," but what are we doing as a village to help the children around us and not just our own children? All children deserve to have equal opportunities for success, so we as a society need to stop being selfish and help the kids who need us, not just kids who have the money to pay for that help.

[thefingerfuckingfemalefury]

Nothing I am about to say here is a lie

Loren Jupiter, the weird old man that the Titans were living with at the time is experimenting with a time machine because of course he is

HE YEETS MAL DUNCAN BACK IN TIME TO PREHISTORIC TIMES

Where Mal is worshipped as a god and also a Cave Woman wants to bang him which makes her cave man mate PISSED

Kid Flash, who can run so fast he goes back in time (Just go with it) shows up to help and he and Mal full on murder that Cave Man

You could maybe plea bargain it down to manslaughter but yeah he's DEAD

But, in a "A Sound of Thunder" style twist it turns out this TINY change to the past has turned the present into a world of SORCERY AND DRAGONS RULED BY WIZARDS

Where all the other Titans and Loren Jupiter are these weird magic knight overlords

Kid Flash and Mal have to win a series of challenges and then to try and restore some kind of sanity they go back in time and save that cave man they cave-murdered from his yabba dabba doom

But faster than you can say "BARNEY, MY PEBBLES!" the caveman hitches a ride with them back to the present and the Titans decide they're just gonna adopt this adult cave man and teach him their MODERN WAYS because that's a sane response to this situation

But while taking him for a look around, the cave man freaks the eff out because y'know he's gone from "Not knowing where the sun goes at night" to a world of automobiles, phones and televisions and he's a bit weirded out right now

While fleeing he happens upon a local....I think he's a congressman or a senator or something? Might have been a mayor....anyway he's a big deal politician, like JD Vance or Matt Gaetz

And also like JD Vance or Matt Gaetz, he's a scumbag with connections to organised crime and the cave man spots him meeting with some underlings

Mal Duncan identifies him as a crime lord known as "Santa Claus" (YES REALLY) the "Big daddy" of the local drug trafficking scene and I cannot stress enough how hard it is to read ANY scene with Mal Duncan in this thing today because this is a black character being written by the WHITEST people in the world who seem to have figured out "So like...how do black people TALK????" by watching Shaft several times

So now the Titans have a problem....the only witness to this crime can barely say a two syllable word. But they need to bring this diabolical cad to justice

So they decide to My Fair Lady their pet cave man (NAMED GNARK IF YOU WERE WONDERING)

In a moment of student/teacher breach of trust worthy of the writers of Riverdale, Lilith gets horny as fuck for Gnark while she's teaching him how to Be A Person and the two fall in love in what is still a better love story than Twilight

There's some mild peril as the crooked politician sends some gunmen to try and kill the cave man who cave witnessed his crimes but I mean....this is regular mafia hoods against the team that has a member who can, I repeat, RUN SO FAST HE GOES BACK IN TIME

So....the Titans win that fight, surprising no one

And Gnark is put on the witness stand because apparently in the american legal system when a group of teenaged vigilantes in masks and capes show up with a cave man from thousands of years ago and claim that he can provide eyewitness testimony for a political corruption case, the law is completely 100% on board with this

Gnark's testimony which amounts to pointing at the politician and going "J'ACCUSE" is the slam dunk the prosecution needs here...not even Johnny Cochran could win this case for the defence at this point, that politician/mob boss is DONE

He gets sent to jail and Lilith goes off with Gnark, stopping only to presumably buy herself a Sexy Wilma Flintstone costume from the nearest Spirit Halloween store because all of this has GOT to be some kind of fetish for her

And that's what you missed on Glee Teen Titans

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[melsuki]

𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 m. atsumu x reader

childhood friends to lovers, fem!reader, 1.7k words tw. swearing

you realised you first loved atsumu since he was still missing one of his front two teeth and you had grass stains on your knees and palms. after moving in two weeks ago, you took it upon yourself to explore your new home; the only interesting thing you’ve really found is a small quiet playground shaded by large maple trees- but nevertheless, you’ve become very familiar with your very own little world. you’ve been coming to the local playground every day in the hopes of someone your age coming and befriending you but your only other company so far has been an elderly women with frizzy grey curls, a bright flowery scarf and a large jade bracelet. she could barely hear unless you yelled and could barely see past where to plant her feet as she walks. she would always sit on the wooden bench underneath the biggest twisting maple tree and stare blankly out, her firm mouth and wrinkled eyes creaked upwards in simple contentment.

this persisted until a particularly cloudless day with the sun beating down on your bare shoulders, the heat bringing an otherworldly shimmer to the air. out of nowhere, a strange boy came sprinting up to you, gasping frantic words. “help i-“ he inhales a big gulp of air. “i need to hide. my brother-“ his large brown eyes dart to where he came sprinting in from. “no time to explain.”

with absolutely no debate in your little head, you throw away the leaf you were tearing apart, dash up to the boy who you still didn't know the name of, took his hand, and ran. as you sprint, you look back at him, and he gives you the largest grin you’d ever seen; immediately your little seven year old self decided that this boy was someone you will never be letting go. not easily at least.

the second time you realised you loved atsumu was the third year of junior high in the cool spring afternoon as you wait for him outside his classroom, sucking on the straw of a carton of peach tea. one by one students filed out of the classroom, running up to friends with a squeal or simply breathing a sigh of relief for the school day being over.

“y/n!” your head snaps towards the voice and a large smile breaks on your lips at the sight of atsumu striding towards you with his long legs. he was already taller than a lot of the other boys your age, and he never ceased to torment you with the fact that he now towers over you unlike when you were kids where you would tease him for being shorter than yourself.

oh how the tables have flipped… he would grin mischievously, looking down at you with amusement glittering in his eyes. its ‘turned’ dipshit you would scowl at him, and i can still kick your ass so shut up.

“you ready?” you shoulder your bag and cock your head at him, but your lips slowly contort to a frown as you notice the sheepish grin on his face, and the noticeable lack of a school bag on his shoulder.

“so…" atsumu brings a hand up to rub the back of his neck as he chuckles awkwardly. "i didn’t realise what day today was… and i swapped my cleaning day with minato so i could go to the practice match on tuesday…”

“oh, really?” you deadpan, your shoulders drooping. you shouldn't be surprised at all; the amount of times he's made deals and compromises with people to get his way was more than you could possibly count.

“it’ll be quick! i promise- ten minutes- easy.”

you take one long suck of your straw as you narrow your eyes at him. honestly, you were completely fine with it but it was fun to keep atsumu on his toes- you couldn’t let him get away with everything so easily.

“you owe me doryaki.”

“sure!” atsumu spins around back towards the classroom with a spring in his step “i mean its not like you have anyone to see- ow!” he jumps as you punch his back. “you’re quite violent you know, not many guys like that in girls.” he sends a pointed frown your way as you smile at him mockingly. making your way to the teacher’s desk, you plop your bag down and hop up onto it to take a seat, loud slurping noises echoing through the room as you finish the rest of your tea. atsumu makes his way over and begins to wipe the blackboard behind you, using his long arms to stretch and reach up to the highest spots. 

you spent your time waiting chatting and cracking jokes, mainly atsumu debating on dying his hair or complaining about osamu making him look stupid in class and you laughing at him as he pouts. there were other students pottering around doing their respective cleaning duties, but if they were bothered by your noise they didn’t show it or you just didn’t notice- atsumu has a particular talent in making you feel like you were the only two people in the room. even as he finished up his blackboard cleaning duty, he pulled up a chair across from you and flipped it so his legs were outstretched on either side, and he was resting his chest on the back of the chair. the two of you continued talking, and talking, missing all the students leaving the classroom until it was just the two of you laughing like idiots.

“wait-” atsumu perks up and looks around, just realising the distinct lack of noise. “how long have we been here?” 

you pick up your phone to check the time, and your eyes widen as you figure out just how long you’ve been sitting . “its been forty five- shit we should probably get going now.” you start to grab your things and shove them into your bag, jumping off the desk to make your way to the door.

“hey! ack- slow down!” atsumu yells, scrabbling to put the chair away and throw his bag over his shoulder as he hurries after you. he skids to a stop besides you and runs a hand through his hair as he recollects himself. “and anyways,” you look up at atsumu, and he smiles at you, all teeth and confidence. “you don’t have anywhere to be, do you?”

you know he doesn’t mean much of it, but your heart jumps at his words, and your face heats up. 

you’ve noticed this recently. the way you react to some simple words, or a lingering touch. even now, you couldn’t help but feel your breath run short as he walks a little too close to you, your shoulders brushing his. 

“no,” you breathe, knuckles turning white as you squeeze tight to the strap of your bag. “i don’t.” 

“good.” atsumu speeds forward and stops in front of you, bringing your own steps to a halt. birds chitter as a spring breeze brushes through the trees and through the hallways, ruffling atsumu’s hair lightly. “because you gotta spend all yer time with me, got it?”

and you swore you stopped breathing. 

the third time you realised you loved atsumu was in your second year of highschool at nationals. karasuno had just beaten inarizaki two sets to one, and the boys were lined up to face the crowd, utterly defeated. you were up in the stands, stood clutching your cheering cone, your face white hot trying to hold back the tears welling up in your eyes. you seek out atsumu, desperately hoping you could offer a smile and comfort, but he looks straight ahead, face pinched in anger. his lips move and he says something but he’s interrupted by a man in the crowd yelling at him. as his face falls from one of contempt to one of acceptance, you let the hot tears run down your blotchy cheeks. as the boys bow in front of the crowd, you clap even harder, palms stinging; and as they finally turn around and walk away, your heart burned. he didn't look at you. not once. you knew exactly how self obsessed that sounded but- you had to look into those eyes, even if there were tears mirroring yours.

whipping around, you hurry through your row, muttering apologies as you push through clapping hands to reach the stairs. as you fly through the hallways and the stairs. all you can think about, all you could see, was atsumu’s wild grin as he pulls off his miraculous plays; the dripping of sweat down his neck as he celebrates his success; the glee in his eyes as he looks for you after every single game, giving the most arrogant wink ever with that stupid stupid smirk you've endured since you were children.

you’re jumping stairs, and as soon as you turn the corner and see the familiar backs of the inarizaki uniforms, you screech to a halt, heaving in heavy breaths, and fist your knuckles by your sides as you squeeze your eyes shut.

“miya atsumu!”

your voice reverberated through the empty hall, and all the boys whipped around simultaneously to see your panting form. your chest was jumping up and down at an embarrassing pace, but when your frenzied eyes met with atsumu’s wide ones, all thoughts poured out of your ears to the floor like sand through your fingertips, and your mind went blank. no one said a word and you two stood there for what felt like aeons, just staring at each other with osamu and the rest of the team exchanging looks. some sort of emergency protocol in your mind realised then that you in fact, have just yelled out atsumu’s name like a crazed fangirl and now have absolutely nothing to offer, except to stand there, looking at him and him looking at you. 

“y/n…?” osamu glanced between his twin and yourself with a brow raised.

you square yourself and roughly wipe your face of any tear tracks; he didn’t need your pity. “beat them next time, alright?”

you keep your stare glued to atsumu, leftover adrenaline still thumping in your veins. something shifts in atsumu’s eyes, and he starts making his way towards you with those long strides of his, starting with a slow walk before his steps become faster, longer, and he's crashing into you, enveloping you into that warm sweaty embrace you’ve grown to crave. it’s become muscle memory, wrapping your arms around him and threading your fingers into the softness of his undercut as he burrows his head where your neck meets your shoulder. 

“you-”

“tomorrow.” atsumu interrupts you, pulling you tighter to him as he speaks muffled into your shirt. “one, my place. wear something comfortable to walk around in.” 

you blink, hearing his words, but it took your brain a moment to fully process exactly what he was saying. you open your mouth to utter out some sort of reply, to get some semblance of answer to the jumble of questions snowballing through your mind, but as he lifts his head and looks at you with a glimmer in his eyes, his warm breath washing over your cheek, lips just centimetres from your own, you choke on your words completely.

“i’m taking you out on a date.” he smiles wide, eyes crinkling in the corners. “i've waited a long time to do that.”

[glassydoor]

Don’t Tell A Soul

Euphoria x GN! Reader

A REQUEST🎉

Synopsis: Reader is new at school and is bombarded with the amount of crazy that is at east highland...what happens when they get wrapped in some drama they want nothing to do with??

Warnings: punching and fighting

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I feel like I’m going around in circles as I walk down these hallways. If I can’t even find the principal's office then my teachers are just gonna have to accept the fact that I’m going to be late to every single class. With some help, I’ve found myself in front of Principle Hayes' door, I check my phone to make sure I’m on time before I knock. 

When the door opens, I’m greeted by Principle Hayes and a girl sitting in one of the chairs in front of his desk.

“y/n we’re so happy you could make it! I hope you didn’t have any trouble?” Principal Hayes swiftly writes something down and I wave to the girl. “Sir this place is a maze, but here I am” he smiles. 

“I’m really glad to hear that” He says, drawing my attention to the girl. “This is Lexi Howard, she’s one of our top students and she’ll help you on your first day. I’m not going to hold you back any longer...have a good day y/n and if you have any questions, find me or Lexi” and with that, me and Lexi are out of the office and start walking around.

“So I guess I’ll show you the most important part of the school first” As we start heading towards the cafeteria, a blonde girl nearly runs Lexi over. “Lex, oh my god, thank god do you have my lip gloss” Lexi gives me apologetic eyes before replying.

“Yeah, but it’s in my bag I don’t have it right now, I’m showing y/n around” bringing her attention over to me and the blonde girl smiles nervously as she realizes that she interrupted something.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry! I’m Cassie” Cassie’s voice grew bubbly. “Don’t worry about your first day! It can be a little crazy around here sometimes, but don’t worry, you’ll fit right in” She says her goodbyes and rushes off...presumably to Lexi’s bag.

Lexi sighs as she follows Cassie with her eyes. “Sorry that was my sister” She says as she looks at her watch and turns to me.

“I was going to show you the cafeteria, but class is actually about to start soon so can I have a look at your schedule?” Lexi asks sweetly before reading my schedule. This gives me a minute to recharge from the exciting encounter. I’m glad Lexi was here to help me today, if this morning was any indication, I would be LOST without her...plus she has a nice and friendly vibe about her.

“Oh nice! We have the same class...you’re going to like Mr.Levinson” right on cue the bell rings and the hallway soon becomes cramped with students left and right but luckily Lexi assures me that the class isn’t far.

Walking into Mr.Levinson’s class and looking around at all the tables filled with people talking and catching up made me realize I was probably the only new kid in this classroom but Lexi stayed with me and made me feel comfortable.

“Alright, you rambunctious kids, let’s not get too lit in here” everyone, including me, simultaneously cringed and groaned.

“Mr.Levinson please never say that again” I laugh at the comment made by a girl with dark hair a couple tables from me, it showed the students had a fun and comfortable relationship with Mr.Levinson to joke around like that. I was having a nice time just observing until Mr.Levinson put the spotlight on me.

“Well Ms.Katherin we actually have a reason to be lit today” He proceeded to drum roll at his desk which everyone followed suit. “We actually have a new student today! How exciting! y/n please wave to the class” I look at Lexi ,who gives me an encouraging smile, and I give a simple wave and when I look up from my desk I’m blinded by all the eyes staring at me waiting for me to say something.

“Hi I’m y/n” Lexi claps supportively. When Mr.Levinson realized that’s all I was saying he brought the attention back to him “Okay, perfect! Everyone please make them feel welcome! y/n, we’re very happy to have you here.”

4 more introductions later and it’s lunch time. As I’m packing my things in class, I see Lexi hanging around at the door waiting for me...I wave her over.

“Hey! How did everything go?” Lexi comes in to help me put my things away.

“It was good! I can’t wait to see this revolutionary cafeteria though!” Lexi excitedly grabs my arm.

“Great! We’re sitting with Kat and Jules today! You saw them briefly in Mr.Levinson’s class” As we walk over Jules moves her bag that’s next to her to free up space as soon as she sees us getting closer. Lexi leaves to get us lunch...which is a clever way to get me to talk to the girls at the table.

“Hey y/n” Kat murmured as she looked up at me then quickly back on her phone. 

“What class did you just have?” Jules asks.

I check my schedule. “I had chemistry with Ms.Morrison” The name drop of the teacher brings a reaction from both Kat and Jules.

“Oh my god Ms.Morrison is literally the worst.” Kat objected.

“Who’s the worst?” the shocking voice to my left questions, as a girl in a simple black hoodie steps over and sits next to Jules. “Ms.Morrison” Jules responded as she put her arm around her which resulted in the same disgust level as before. “oh she’s the worst.”

“See?” Kat gave me the -I told you so- face, “that’s exactly what I said! Thank you Rue for confirming that for me” Rue takes a bite of Jules’s french fries. “It’s like we’re telepathically connected or something.”

Lexi (finally) comes back with both our trays with pizza and fries. It wasn’t until then that Rue became aware of the entirely new human at the table. 

“Oh shit hi” Rue, with half a french fry hanging off her mouth, said as she brushes off the dust and crumbs of her.

“I’m y/n” I laugh at the gesture as Jules smiles ,sensing the stiff atmosphere. “I just moved here” 

“So are you guys going to the party this weekend?” Jules decides to ask to save Rue from the awkward introduction.

“Hell yeah” Kat answered, still immersed in her phone. 

“y/n are you going?” 

“Um maybe!” I turn to Lexi who is chowing down on her fries “are you going?” I was hoping she was because if I don’t have my guardian angel there, then I’m a goner.

 Lexi shrugs “Probably...since my sister is going.”

The rest of the week went swimmingly as I’ve gotten closer with the group. Kat is actually my ride to the party that Jules mentioned at lunch. Luckily the workload wasn’t too much since the school year had just started so I was able to get ready before I got the ping from my phone that Kat was outside.

The amount of trash and people passed out in the backyard was alarmingly high as we arrived at the party. I looked over at Kat ,who looked unfazed.

“Is this the right place?”

 “Yup.” she said with a hard P

I let out a nervous laugh. 

Walking into the purple tinted room with strobing lights filled with people dancing and making out. I stop to rummage through my bag for the money I owe Lexi for the lunch trays because someone didn’t tell me they cost money.

I turn to Kat but am stunned to see Kat is no longer by my side but it didn’t take long to find a familiar face as I see Jules dancing with Rue having the best time of their life.

I tap on Jules' shoulder softly as to not shock her. She turns and immediately hugs me while still swaying to the music playing through the house.

“Hey guys! I was just wondering if you’ve seen Lexi? I need to give her something real quick”  I repeated my question to Rue because it’s clear that Jules is a little out of it.

“I think I last saw her near the bathrooms?” Rue hesitated. I said my thanks and now my mission is to find the bathrooms.

With some help, I located the bathrooms but no Lexi in sight. I assume she’s actually IN the bathroom so I stood in front of the door and knocked.

“Hey Lexi?” between the chattering of the surrounding people and the booming music I couldn’t hear a thing so I jiggle the door knob and found it wasn’t locked so I opened it. I’m hoping she’s just touching up her makeup. 

“Oh my god!” 

I see Cassie and Nate Jacobs, who I luckily share no class with and only see at lunch, doing it on the sink.

“I’m so sorry!” I leave embarrassed that I caught the two in the most intimate moments people can share.

I run immediately to Rue and lightly smack her arm. She gives me the most betrayed expression until I tell her and Jules what I’ve just seen, keeping the names of the two out, they double over laughing.

“Stop! This isn’t funny! OBVIOUSLY Lexi wasn’t in there” As the two continue to mindlessly laugh I spot Lexi seated on one of the couches from the corner of my eye. “Okay bye you two are no help”

Their laughter slowly faded as I near Lexi.

“y/n hey!” she engulfs me in a comforting hug. “I’m so glad you made it!” We break the hug and she gently tugs my arm to join her on the couch.

She hesitates to accept the money but after three rounds of rock paper scissors, she admits defeat.

For the first time since arriving at the party, I was actually having fun while Lexi and I cracked jokes and sang whenever we recognized a song. However, the time was cut short when I sensed a pair of eyes looking at me. Nate Jacobs was drinking from the kitchen and gazing daggers towards me as I pretended to scan the room so he wouldn’t notice.

Lexi could see the shift in my demeanor and asked if I was okay. I expressed that I wanted to leave and she didn’t even hesitate to ask why and left immediately with me.

My schedule the following week  was surprisingly jam packed with homework assignments and tests that I had completely forgotten what had happened at the party. It wasn't until I got a visit from Cassie at my locker nearly giving me a heart attack.

“Hey Cassie what’s up” I close my locker and start heading towards my next class...Cassie follows.

“Hey y/n I’m good um listen about what happened at the party” she looks like she’s about to cry. I stop her to calm her down “Cassie, it’s okay!! Out of sight out of mind plus It’s not even my business.” I give her a smile.

“So you won’t tell Maddy?

“No? I don’t even know who she is?”

She takes a sigh of relief 

“Okay!” she says with a smile “perfect!” she starts to walk away, her shoulders much looser than when the conversation started.

Sitting at in the cafeteria with the same cast of characters I had to ask.

“Hey guys, who's Maddy?” 

“Oh!” Jules exclaimed, surprised that I don’t know her. “She’s riiight there” pointing using her french fry and I turn behind me in my seat to see who ‘Maddy’ is. Now having seen her...it doesn’t bring anymore answers. I wouldn’t have made it so obvious that I’m looking at her if I knew Nate was looking at me.

Cassie had told Nate that she took care of it and that they were safe.

Nate pushes his tray in front of him and mutters “fuck” under his breath. 

Nate meets Cassie after school “I thought you said you took care of it” Cassie looks innocently confused. “I did...I told you they’re new and they don't even know Maddy.”

“Yeah? Then why did I see them look at Maddy during lunch.” He storms off and leaves Cassie insecure and worried.

The next couple of weeks was uneventful. Jules messages me one lunch day me on a different phone saying that she lost her phone and that we’re eating in one of the empty classrooms. I thought nothing of it since the cafeteria can get pretty packed quickly...Lexi wasn’t kidding when she said it’s the best part of the school.

I opened the door and was utterly confused when the classroom was entirely empty...no tables or chairs and especially no Jules.

“Hi y/n” the unexpected voice of Nate makes me drop my lunch bag. 

“What do you want Nate?” I kneel down to pick up my lunch. Nate watches every movement. 

“I just want to talk.”

“I’ve heard a lot about you Nate, it’s never just talking with you.” I take a look at him and he’s propped up against an old desk. “If this is about what happened at the party” because no doubt that’s what it was about “I told Cassie already, I don't care, I'm not telling anybody.” 

“Well I don’t believe you.” He starts walking towards me.

“I don't have to explain myself to you.” I try to leave but he grabs my arm. 

“Nate you better let go of me...or you will be sorry.” That’s what pushes Nate off the edge. He suddenly pushes me hard against the door. I turn the knob so it opens and we fall out. 

The students roaming the halls and the deafening sounds of the teacher’s whistles were clear indicators that lunch time had ended but neither of us could hear anything as were throwing punches left and right.

As much as I try to get my balance, he’s relentless.

We get separated but I wasn’t going down without throwing the final punch.

“Cassie and Nate were having sex at the party!” 

Was it the right thing to do? No.

Did Nate Jacobs deserve it? Yes.

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[dogloveri23]

Law pt.2

Pairing: Artem x reader, Artem x Rosa, Marius x reader

Warning: Angst as always, not proof read

A/n: Hi *puts on sunglasses* so you all enjoyed the first part so I decided it’s time for part two. 

Written by @dogloveri23

It had been weeks since the banquet, yet he never noticed your disappearance, he never noticed you went radio silent, either  that or he didn't care enough to talk to you . This was a very sad situation. It was very clear to you that your love wasn't reciprocated but it hurt too much! This reflected in your writing as your coworkers could tell that your writing was taking a very heartbreaking turn even worse than it had before. You were is talented writer so you made it work either way, some would say your writing improved since that day, but at what cost? Your smiles seemed forced, you had bags under your eyes and no amount of ice cream Alice bought was helping.

You sat at your desk at the firm deciding to go in today even though it was not necessary.  Most writers has to show up twice a week for story reviews and progression. "Ahh Y/n, you're here, you're feeling better I hope?" Your boss, Faline asked. This earned a simple nod and a small smile from you. "Well, I've tried to work around you, but Mr. Marius von Hagen requested to see you" Faline said scratching her head. "I tried to get him to not bother trying to discuss with you but to no avail" Faline said. You held a look of confusion on your face causing Faline to sigh. "The pax group showed up a few weeks and wanted to look through stories. Mr. Von Hagen said that he'd been looking for a good read but he didn't want to go to a bookstore. We eventually landed on the topic of manuscripts, he said he wanted to have a look at stories in progress. He read a few lines of each, but when he got to yours, he became emerged and since it isn't finished, he doesn't know what happens next. Now he wants to meet you" Faline said. "Does he know I'm here?" You say ready to pack your things and come in another day. "So your the Miss. Y/n? You're were at the banquet, you were under one of our business partners?" The Devil himself, Marius said. "Yes, I suppose I am, if you don't mind, I'll be leaving now" You say as you got ready to leave. "Before that I'd like to have a word with you ....alone" Marius said before escorting you to the meeting room.

"You're a friend of Artem? Or are you a little more than that?" Marius asked as he took a seat an gestured for you to have one as well. "I used to think I was but not, not so much" You say as you take your seat. "You liked him?" Marius said. "Wasn't hard to figure out, I'm sure you put two and two together" You said. "Don't you mean two and one?" He asked only to be met with deadly silence. "Sorry... The two of them are together at the moment, How are you holding up? I haven't seen you since middle school" Marius asked. Marius was a longtime friend of yours but as always certain bonds break over time. "I don't know, honestly" You say before sighing and looking out the window. "I need your help" Marius said. "My help?" You asked confused. "There's an organisation I'd like you to join" He said. "It's called Nxx, most of the details are in this file, you can go through it" He said as he handed you the file. Upon going through it, you realise they mostly solve cases. But how exactly did this concern you, you were a writer, what did creative writing have to do with the law anyway? Marius could tell what you were thinking because the opened his mouth to speak. " You have always been a talented writer and problem solver, even as kids, you always came from an angle that no one would ever think about. Even when reading your story the other day, you lead the audience to believe one thing when the truth had been clear as day right from the beginning. You've always been good with misdirection. I thought you would be a detective or a lawyer one day...." He says causing you to flinch a little. "I have a teacher who's really good at analytic stuff, I'll fill you in on that later. You don't have to join right away but, at least help us with the case at our headquarters" Marius said. "Fine, But you could have at least caught up with me at lunch" You say as you get up from your seat earning a laugh from Marius.

A few days later, you stood outside of Nxx headquarters, waiting for Marius to meet you outside. "Y/n?" A voice asked making you look up from your phone. "What do you want Artem?" You asked before returning your attention to your phone. "Uh.. this is Rosa my..." He started to say but was cut off by you saying "I don't really care". This left him with his mouth wide. Rosa was about to come up with an argument but you took some steps away from them but not too far from the building. Artem was speechless for the first time in a while. Were you mad at him? What did he do? He hadn't seen you in a while and now this? Come to think of it, why hadn't he spoken to you? That must be why you're mad! But that doesn't give you the right to talk to Rosa like that not when she was his world! At least he thought. He approached you in an attempt to confront you but you had no intention of speaking to him or hearing him out. Marius walked out of the building in that exact moment gaining everyone's attention. "You're here Y/n, follow me" He said as he waved at you saving you from the situation. You left the both of them behind without a word, after all he left you first.