#the stem major's curse

[1o1percentmilk]

i don't even want to take half my classes that im registered for autumn quarter

[stuckinapril]

I remember back when I used to be the chill cool girl who didn’t take offense to anything and wasn’t hurt by anything and was nonchalant about everything and wasn’t bothered and didn’t care and was so chill and cool…….. thank god I healed

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

I've been looking for this one au where Len basically becomes a mad scientist and turns his friends into robots one by one for a while now, and I'm beginning to realize that I just read through your blog while half asleep a few months back and mixed together my memories of your flower hivemind and composite au

this is very funny to me. i'm absolutely honored this blog's posts were enough to evil-farming-game an entire vocaloid au into your memories 😂

i can give you this doodle; it's composite au but i'm sure it'd fit very well with this theoretical mad scientist len au lololl

[theamazingmaddyas]

So, I'm rereading Rick Riordan's entire discography (is that the word for books? Idk, I'm using it anyway) for the first time in 9 years, and I don't think little me fully comprehended how confusing Hazel's age is. I think I just accepted things at face value, but now I can't stop thinking about it, so this is inaccuracies I found in SON (as that is what I'm on) about Hazel's age, because I need to talk about it before I spontaneously combust.

Hazel's last birthday (her 13th) is said to be December 17, 1941, but she came to camp before Jason disappeared circa October the year prior to SON, which means she spent a December 17 at camp.

Even if she didn't count that birthday, as she died in circa Juneish (As it had been six months since they left New Orleans) and returned in late August, early September (This is completely an estimation. Hazel arrived at camp jupiter pre-Jason disappearance with enough time that the two considered each other friends, and Hazel went the Wolf House first, which would mean she couldn't return in October, but the earliest had to be late August as the doors of death opened after the war which ended on August 18th) which isn't a full year since her last birthday, by SON she'd lived over 365 days from that birthday.

Hazel died in late June, so that would make her approximately 13½ at the time of her death, which is about 183 days (actually it is 182.5 because 1942 was not a leap year, but I'm rounding), or 6 months. If she came back from the dead in early September, that would be a little less than 10 months returned by the SON, which takes place between June 20 and June 24th. That would make Hazel's physical age 14 years and 4 months come the exact number date she returned.

Next confusing thing is that Hazel explicitly states that Frank is 3 years older than her, which also makes zero sense. Frank's sixteenth birthday was about two weeks pre-SON (Rick Riordan gave him the birthday June 5th, so that is what we will be using for these calculation). Even if Hazel had returned from the dead the literal day of SON beginning (which she didn't), the two would still only be 2½ years apart, as Hazel died at 13½. But as aforementioned, Hazel physically could not be 13 as she has been alive over 365 days since her last birthday. Meaning Hazel and Frank, maximum, could be 2 years apart, though probably less since Hazel's a few months past 14.

In conclusion, Rick Riordan doesn't know math made a few mistakes regarding Hazel's age, and I didn't remember it being this bad from when I was a kiddo but now I could write an entire thesis on Hazel's age and how his mistake impacts readers assumptions on Hazel's character and Frazel as a ship.

[soundsliketeenspirits]

tate and violet but its 1995 and they live in adjacent apartments. tate (who has never been influenced by evil shit, thank you very much) has just moved out of his mom's house. he's subleasing half of a little 2-bed place for cheap and his roommate is some rich college fucker that sells coke to freshmen. tate "honest worker" langdon keeps getting fired from customer service jobs.

violet's parents are freshly divorced, with her mom having moved back east and her father staying in LA. she's fresh out of junior year and has been guilt-tripped into visiting ben for the summer (its how vivian keeps her for all major holidays) with the promise of touring colleges.

they meet outside on their way-too-close little balconies one night and get along like a house on fire. violet eventually starts climbing over the railings to sit on his porch in the saucer chair he dragged from his room just for her (its navy blue to match the giant beanbag chair that's already permanent fixture). they're four floors up and this scares the shit out of them both but they play it cool. august sees them up til 2am every night for a week, high as shit and watching tv in his bed, just in time for violet to go back to boston for the fall.

[boxwinebaddie]

Unc Neeeen! I miss you girl :( Will u hop on voice chat and tell us how ur doing and what ur working on pls? <3 ^^

aaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!! this message is SOOOO cute; eee!!!!~ <3

i left you a very long, very rambly chaotic message here.

-uncle nina, queen of yappin

[awberryy]

hey guys :) I wrote fanfiction and actually published it!

[delulu-baddie]

Between Sister and Heart

Summary: You begin to question your morals after getting into a relationship with your sisters ex Caitlin.

Pairing: Caitlin Clark x Reader

Warnings: Cheating and a few curse words

A/N:  I’m getting ready to go back to school so lifes been kind of hectic, but this is going to be a multi part series. As always thank you guys so much for reading and all of the love on my past projects. Lastly, make sure to send in some requests so that I can give you guys stories that you want to read. <3

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You knew it was wrong and you should've stopped this a while ago. You two are going to cause so much hurt to someone that you love, but something about Caitlin made all of your morals go out the window. 

Caitlin and your sister Audrey had been together for the past two years and while you weren’t exactly fond of her in the beginning, you grew to like her, which turned into a great friendship, and you should have stopped there but didn’t. As time went on your feelings for the girl began to grow and for a while you were able to keep them to yourself, until you werent. 

9 Months Ago

Tonight one of Caitlins teammates was planning on throwing a party to commemorate the beginning of the new school year. Your sister is a STEM major, and has always taken her academics seriously, putting school work before anything else. You on the other hand were the opposite. You had a pretty easy major, probably one of the easiest your school has to offer. You liked going out to drink with friends, and going on random adventures, even when you knew you should be at home finishing assignments. Caitlin had always liked that about you. Typically when Audrey would tend to flake on certain events whenever she had a big assignment or a test coming up which ultimately was the reason she decided to start hanging out with you more, and tonight was no different.

Caitlin had let your sister know about Kate's party weeks ago, and while she didn’t give a definite ‘yes’, it still surprised Caitlin when she got a text saying she wasn’t going to be able to go because one of Audreys professors had already scheduled a test coming up in a week. Audrey knew her girlfriend hated going places alone when she planned on drinking so she urged Caitlin to ask you to go to her place. But what she didn’t know was that her girlfriend was happy that she had told her to ask you to go in her place. 

You had just finished up an assignment for your math class and heard a notification from your phone, quickly checking it and seeing a text from Caitlin.

                                            CC <3

CC <3

hey, ik this is totally last minute but your sister bailed on 

me and i need someone to come with me to my friends

party tn. so could you be the most perfect friend ever

and come with me. I’ll buy you crumbl cookie!

Y/N                                                                    

wow… glad to know im a

scapegoat. :’(

CC <3

omg you're right that sounds so insensitive, im sorry!

you don’t have to go, im sure you already have plans

for the night, i just figured id ask.

                                        Y/N

          chill clark, you had me at crumbl

what time do i need to be ready??

CC <3

in like two hours, you can come over to mines

to get ready if you want

Y/N

okay, ill be there in like 30. im

going to shower rq

CC <3

tysm! you're an angel!!!

You quickly take a shower and start getting your stuff together running back and forth between yours and your sister's closets trying to piece together an outfit. Once you come up with an outfit you deemed appropriate for a house party you say goodbye to your sister before making your way to Catlins. 

The drive is short since she only lives about ten minutes away, but you still rush out seeing as you have a little over an hour to get your hair and makeup done. You make your way to her front door and knock before its swiftly opened by a smiling Caitlin.

“Well if it isn't the life saver herself” She says bringing you into a hug.

You giggle at the comment before responding “Life saver or scapegoat?”

“Okay you know I love you and that I hate making plans with people at the last minute. It's not personal.” she says, rolling her eyes playfully and walking back towards her room to finish getting ready.

You follow the tall girl deeper into the apartment before making your way into the bathroom next to her and laying out all of your hair tools. After about half an hour you finally finish your hair and quickly do your makeup and get dressed so you two can pregame a bit before calling the uber and heading to Kate’s. 

About an hour into the party, it's pretty safe to say the two of you were plastered, however, even with the level of drunkenness you were at, you could tell Caitlin was being a lot clingier than usual. She was constantly wanting to be near you, holding your hand, even going as far to have you sit on her lap when all of the seats got taken during a group game sesh. At first you thought that she was so drunk that she was confusing you with your sister. That was until she pulled you out onto the balcony when she wanted some fresh air. 

The two of you just sat in silence, focusing on the trees blowing in the wind and the occasional late drivers passing by. After about ten minutes you felt her place her hand on your thigh. You hated to admit that you felt butterflies in your stomach at all of the little touches of affection she was showing you tonight, but you knew it was wrong and decided to correct her on it before things got too far. 

“Caitlin, this isn’t right, and maybe i'm reading into this too much and you're just too drunk to realize that i'm not Audrey, but this can't happen” you say, sliding her hand off your thigh, breaking the silence.

“I know exactly who you are,” she says, grabbing your hand from off your lap. “You’re the girl who will drop anything to come help me out with something,even when you know you have other things you should be focusing on. The girl who comes to all of my games so that I know I have someone personal there for me because her sister who i'm with refuses to put her disliking for the sport aside to come support me. You’re the girl I'm in love with, and I can't, no I refuse to go another day without telling you.” She rants. “And don't tell me that you don't feel the same because I know you do. I feel the way your heart starts to race every time i hug you. I see how you look away every time your sister and I share some sort of affection. I need you to tell me so that I don’t feel stupid for telling you this right now” she finishes now facing you completely, staring at your eyes desperately waiting for an answer.

You were quiet for a minute, however that felt like hours for the girl standing in front of you. She had just poured her heart out confessing her love to the sister of the girl she was dating. While you sat trying to process what was just said to you, Caitlin was freaking out internally hoping that she didn’t just fuck up her chances of ever speaking to you again. You finally decide to respond to the girl, but it wasn’t what she was expecting to hear as a response. 

“I think we should leave, it’s getting late and my sister is probably waiting for me to get back home.” you say, before walking back into the house to say your goodbyes to everyone and calling an uber back to Caitlins so that you can retrieve your stuff and head back to your place. 

Caitlin stood there in shock, she couldn’t believe that that was all you had to say. She had just let her guard down to tell you how she truly felt about you, and your only concern was the time and your sister sitting at home. She soon walks back into the party to say her goodbyes as well before following you out the door to get into the uber you had ordered a few minutes ago. Her teammates had noticed the change in demeanor between the two of you from when you went outside to when you came back in, but everyone decided it was best not to bring it up at the moment. The ride back to her place was quiet. Caitlin was hoping that you would say something, occasionally looking over at you, but you didn’t. You just stayed quiet, fiddling with your fingers and staring out the window for the whole 15 minute drive.

Once you guys had finally arrived back at her place, you begin getting all of your stuff together, mentally scolding yourself for not telling your true feelings to the girl. You could tell that she was angry at you for it, and it broke your heart, but she's your sister's girlfriend and you would never want to hurt Audrey even if that meant causing hurt to yourself. You finish grabbing all of your stuff and tell Caitlin you're going to head out before she stops you. 

“Look, I know you don't want to be around me right now, but Audrey would never forgive me if I let you drive home knowing that you had been drinking. Just stay the night here and you can leave in the morning, I'll just sleep on the couch.” She says looking everywhere but at you. 

“I’m fine, I promise. I can drive back home, I don't want to intrude.” you say looking down at the floor. 

“You could never intrude, if anything your absence would annoy me more.” she says, grabbing your chin to make you look at her.

Staring into her brown eyes made your heart melt. You were so in love with her and you didn’t want to fight it anymore. Before you could think twice you grab her face, pulling her into a kiss. It caught the girl off guard, but she quickly melted into it, placing her hands onto your waist pulling you in closer. The kiss was what you had been wanting to do for the past five months.  What you didn’t know was that she had been wanting to do it since the first time she laid eyes on you. The two of you eventually pull apart just looking at one another smiling. This felt right.

“Does that mean what I think it means?” she asks with a slight smirk on her lips.

“Yes Clark, that was my way of saying I love you too” you respond rolling your eyes but failing to hide the smile creeping up on your face. “But we have to do this the right way. If you want to be with me, you have to end things with my sister, I don't want to be the other woman.” you say sternly.

She swiftly brings you into a hug and whispers “For you, i'd do anything.”

[eileenwdj]

my spidersonas! their names are Hong Zhizhu/Red Spider (real name Hong Huiran) and Zhizhu Dajun/Lord Spider (real name Xu Xia). they are connected with each other!

backstories, doodles, and other versions under the cut

their backstories:

Zhizhu Dajun (蜘蛛大君) / Lord Spider

Real name: Xu Xia (徐侠)

Born from a poor, commoner family, Xu Xia works in a wealthy noble family's home as a servant to the young master (his version of Harry Osborne probably ?) who allows him to tag along and shadow him during his studies

A god/immortal (whom we shall not name bc I can't think) messed around and accidentally cursed a bunch of animals. Some of these animals became monsters, some physically merged with unsuspecting humans, and some others granted powers to creatures they come across, like the spider that bit Xu Xia

Bro became this world's one and only Spiderman (yayy!!!) and lived the rest of his life fighting crime and protecting the innocent (wahoo!!)

A lot of people thought of him as a god or a powerful immortal due to his powers and started to build temples for him and worship him (he's not god, he's just some guy who happened to get bit by a spider)

He inevitably died during a great battle against a powerful enemy. Before he died, he vowed to not rest in peace until he finds a worthy successor to serve as protector and defeat the enemy (that is presumably immortal and can strike again at anytime) and he transfered his consciousness? soul? ghost self? idk tbh? to one of his spiders

Unfortunately bro is So Tired™️ that it took him several thousand years to wake up

Hong Zhizhu (红蜘蛛) / Red Spider

Real name: Hong Huiran (洪惠然)

She's a science & engineering geek but also a History major. She originally wanted to major in STEM but ended up with History because STEM majors are expensive as hell

The mysterious and reclusive Zhizhu Dajun is her thesis topic and she frequently visits the museum to look at his statues and displays

One of the displays is a taxidermed spider

It is also the exact same spider that Xu Xia transfered himself into when he died

Xu Xia has only recently managed to wake up but is still barely able to move his new body (I imagine it must be hard to move if your body is filled with cotton, RIP)

He was intrigued by Huiran when he noticed her visiting multiple times. He deems her worthy to be his successor and with the sheer power of (god and anime on his side) will, he escaped his display and bit her

Huiran becomes her world's (and her time's) one and only Spiderwoman (yayy!!) and lives life fighting crime and protecting the innocent (wahoo!!!)

But you see, the way the spiderbite works is that now Xu Xia is technically in Huiran's body... so... so..... it's like,, Asa and Yoru.........

Several thousand-year-old stoic ancient ghost man becomes mentor and father figure to reluctant 22-year-old history student with a science obsession running on 12 cups of coffee and zero sleep

Shenanigans ensue

another version of Zhizhu Dajun’s design:

these were his original colors before he broke. red seemed too happy a color for his path. he then permanently changed to white, forever mourning the lives he couldn't save. Huiran chose to adopt these colors instead of the white.

extra doodles:

[munsonburn3r]

Oh, Camellia, won't you take me away? - A Hanahaki!Eddie Munson story (sneak peek!)

eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: eddie munson had been a constant during your short time in hawkins, indiana, which made it that much harder when you had to leave. four years and a clinical trial later, you'd thought you'd conquered an otherwise fatal disease. what you weren't expecting, though, was the man that nearly killed you to walk back into your life, threatening to undo all of the progress you'd made towards healing - both physically and emotionally.

cw: hanahaki!au, angst, descriptions of light gore, childhood trauma, sexual themes and content

a/n: here is a snippet from the hanahaki eddie fic that has been bouncing around in my brain over the past week. feedback welcomed!

Water flowed out across the floor in a surge that mimicked crashing ocean waves. You cursed as you scrambled to right the plastic Procona and liquid sloshed awkwardly, lapping at your fingertips. It was a surprising amount from a relatively small bucket. 

“Everything alright out there?” called a gruff voice from the back office. 

You sighed. “Just fine, Bill! Minor spill. Nothing major.”

A muffled grumble could be heard from the owner’s space behind you, but you paid it no mind. It only took a few steps for you to grab the mop and start cleaning up the water all over the workspace floor, and to your relief, it really wasn’t as much as it seemed. 

The nearly four years you’d spent at Indiana Floral Company had seemed to fly by in a blink of an eye. You weren’t expecting an on the spot interview when you’d first stopped into the shop, but the owner Bill had been impressed at your willingness to learn and your natural eye for design and hired you immediately. Probationary, of course. 

So under Bill’s tutelage, your floral design skills blossomed. The basic knowledge of plants you’d brought from years of spending time gardening with your Grandma grew. You went from simply identifying lilies to knowing the difference between Asiatic and Oriental and their best growing seasons. You could identify roses based on subtle color differences and had learned how to take the most tightly closed bud and blow it open with a little humidity, a plastic bag, and very careful preening. And though you didn’t like to brag, you could match corsage ribbon to prom dresses better than anyone in town. 

As time wore on, Bill had shared that years of design had wrecked his body and that it was time to begin passing the torch. Since Indiana Floral Company was one of the top floral design studios in town, the responsibility embedded in passing said torch was sobering. But after a year and a half of earning your stripes, you landed a head designer role and began training to take over the small family business.

Humming a nondescript tune, you refilled the earlier bucket with water and flower food before chopping the ends off of a bunch of de-thorned roses with the guillotine-like stem cutter. A clunk thrummed out when you dropped the two dozen stems into the water. Each blossom peered at you with a center like a curled eye — delicate sandy cream — perfect for the event you were designing later this weekend. 

A ring of the bells on the front door broke your focus. You wiped your hands on the rag shoved haphazardly into your apron and turned at the sudden sound of Bill’s voice. 

“The 1:30 initial wedding consult must be early. You mind taking this one, kid?” His head peeked around the office door. “I started the file – it’s on the cash wrap.” He looked tired; the man should have retired two years ago. 

With a slight smile, you nodded. “Got it.”

It was impossible to see who had entered due to the amount of plants, gift items, and displays you’d designed around the small space (“customers shop with their eyes first, kid; you gotta draw them in before you let them see the price tag” Bill had said). But as soon as you rounded the front display, your stomach dropped clear out of your body and onto the floor. 

Maybe it was the habitual need to weave around the labyrinth of flora and gifts that had lowered your defenses. Or perhaps it was the fact that this was a typical boring Wednesday afternoon in April. Hell, it could have been the questionable sandwich you had for lunch that you found at the back of the minifridge. 

But one thing was clear: you hadn’t expected to see Eddie Munson and Chrissy Cunningham hand in hand looking around at the array of merchandise you’d set out in preparation for Mother’s Day. 

“Hi!” A saccharine voice matched the sickeningly sweet smile on the strawberry blonde in front of you. “We’re here for a wedding consultation at 1:30. Sorry we’re a bit early — we didn’t want to be late!”

Time stood still. Or maybe that was just you — frozen as you stared the couple down with a look of surprise plastered across your features. You didn’t think you could move (or even speak, for that matter).

However, for the first time in almost four years, you felt your chest tighten and a sharp prickling sensation snake up your windpipe. You licked your dry lips (hadn’t you just put on chapstick?) and attempted to swallow with no success. Instead, your throat constricted, and there it was: an involuntary, yet ever so familiar metallic cough.

image credit: pinterest dividers: @saradika-graphics

tagging some moots that might be interested: @chickpeadumpsterfire @voyeurmunson @joshlmbrt @mediocredreams @littlexdeaths @anamelessfool

[julesdaydreams]

@rosekillermicrofic II prompt: May 1 - rose II word count: 951

TW: blood (it's nothing major, just a cut, but it's there)

Barty was standing in front of him with a rose.

Barty, his best friend for over six years, was standing in front of him, Evan, with a fucking rose.

And Evan's mind was spinning.

It wasn't like he hadn't dreamt of a moment like this. When the ball at the end of the year was announced, Evan's mind immediately wandered towards Barty. How it would feel to go there with him. His best friend, but more importantly, with the boy he's been madly in love with for the better part of three years.

Evan imagined himself standing in front of Barty, asking him to the dance, and not as friends - like the other times the two of them had attended gatherings together instead of bringing a date because they just couldn't be arsed to ask someone - but as more.

And now Barty was standing in front of him with that damned rose, thorns still adorning the stem because of course Barty wouldn't bother removing them, would like the fact that if he wasn't careful they'd sting and draw blood.

Was this some crude joke of his friend? Was this like all those other times they've gone together to such things instead of bringing someone else? But no, that wouldn't explain the rose. In all those years there had never been a rose and Evan didn’t know what it meant.

“So?”, came the all too familiar voice and Evan's head snapped up and towards those large eyes that looked like Barty's, but also not because Evan had never seen them like this; wide and expecting, but there was fear behind them, a tension, as if Barty was ready to bolt if Evan said something wrong.

“What?” Was all Evan's very unhelpful brain could come up with.

Barty looked exasperated with him already.

“The ball, Evan. You want to go? With- With me?” Barty's voice was higher than usual, if not by much but Evan could tell. He was also fidgety - which was usually pretty normal for the boy, but not with Evan. Not when they were alone.

Finally focusing on the fact that he should probably say something, Evan stepped into action.

“Oh! Yeah sure, mate. You don't have to ask so formally, we always go together to these things, no?”, he laughed lightly but it all came out wrong. Because for once in his life Evan couldn't suppress the hope that this was something else, that this meant more, whatever that more was.

Barty cursed, rolled his eyes, before looking at Evan with so much intensity, he found himself pinned to the floor, not even blinking.

“Rosie, you know that's not what I meant. That's not what this is. I got you a rose for fucks sake! Isn't that obvious enough?! I don't want to go as mates. Not with you. Not anymore. I just- I really hope I haven't been reading this wrong and I'm making a complete arse of myself right now. But- you want this too, right? Want… want us to be more than best friends?”

It all came out in a jumbled mess, just calming down over the last few words and he sounded so unsure. Evan has never seen him like that he wanted to make it go away, now.

So, when his brain finally caught up with him, when his thoughts where finally aligned, focused on the boy in front of him, the boy he loved, he just acted.

He took the rose from Barty's hands, feeling the way the thorns dug into his palm, cutting skin, because he couldn't waste a moment being careful about such a thing when all he wanted was Barty.

His arms wrapped around Barty's neck, pulling him down the few inches he had on Evan, and crashed their mouths together.

It wasn't gentle. Maybe it could've been. If Evan wanted it to. He could've taken Barty's rose gently, instead of crushing the stem in his palm. Could've taken Barty's cheeks in both his hands, cradling them, before planting a sweet kiss to the other boys lips.

But Evan had waited three years for this moment. Had been gentle with his own heart this whole time, trying to protect it, to shield it from every hook-up of Barty's, from every hickey that the other had, that weren't from Evan.

For once he wanted to be reckless and now, here, with Barty he finally could.

Soon it was tongues and teeth clashing together and Evan biting Barty's tongue, drawing blood from the other and loving the taste, loving the whimper it elicited from the taller boy.

Evan would've spent the rest of his life standing there and snogging Barty, but the taller boy took a step back all too soon, looking at Evan with such adoration it made him melt on the insides.

“Is that a yes?”, Barty asked and it wasn't nervous anymore, but cocky. That familiar smirk on his face finally back where it's supposed to be and Evan was so happy with it all.

“That's a fucking yes. I'll go to that stupid dance with you, Barty.”

They kissed again, something long and slightly less brutal, if just as intense.

And if Evan forgot about the rose in his bloody hand and brought it to the side, cradling Barty's neck and jaw; if the thorns stung the other boy's creamy skin, painting it a crimson red… Well. None of them seemed to mind.

[ellephlox]

Head Over Heels

Summary: It's technically not your fault that you sprained your ankle, but Matt's annoyed with you anyway (at least, he pretends to be annoyed with you — but you know better).

Pairing: Matt x Fem!Reader

Warnings: A few swears, but otherwise just a whole lot of whumptober fluff!

"You're going to hurt yourself."

"I am not."

"I just heard you nearly fall over in the bathroom—"

"Because I'm rushing, Matt, that's what happens when your partner holds you captive for too long in bed and makes you late for work!"

Matt was in the process of buttoning his work shirt, a task that you noticed was taking him nearly triple the time it usually took, because his attention was entirely on you. "No one at the presentation will care if you're not wearing heels, sweetheart."

"I care!" You jangled your keys, checked your pockets again for your wallet, and slipped on a jacket. "It's a fashion thing. High heels equal professionalism."

"I like to think that I'm a professional lawyer, and not once in my life have I ever had to wear high heels to court."

"You're overreacting. I'm like a gymnast in heels. Ready? Watch this."

Your stilettos clacking against the floor, you performed several twirls, rotating as though you were a ballerina. For the first few, Matt said nothing, but then he reached out and stopped you with a firm hand on your shoulder.

"The heels sound like precarious twigs," he said.

"They're not precarious and they're not twigs. They're pretty." For added effect you started to skip by him towards your purse.

"Just — please stop," Matt said, finishing with his last button and gesturing downward. "Walk like a normal person, at least?"

"Don't worry. I wasn't planning on skipping into the office," you assured him. "Look, I'll see you for lunch, okay? I've got to split."

"Twelve o'clock. And also promise me you won't twirl like that during your presentation," he said, and leaned in to kiss you before you left.

It was another of those impossibly busy days when you and Matt wouldn't be able to spend much time together. He was going to be in court the entire afternoon, and you had a major annual presentation for work, meaning that you'd both be out overtime and wouldn't get home until late. The bright side was that you both had an opening at noon to meet at a small diner in Hell's Kitchen and catch up over lunch.

You cursed your high heels as you tried to speed down the stairs of Matt's apartment. They really weren't conducive for someone who was running late. Halfway down, you lost your footing; the stem of the heel missed the edge of the step and you jolted downward.

And, mercifully, caught yourself on the railing.

Knowing for certain that Matt was listening to you and likely heard your misstep — as well as the way your heart was hammering from the adrenaline of nearly falling down a flight of stairs — you muttered aloud, "See? Everything's fine," and continued on your way. Shortly after, your phone vibrated with a text from Matt:

Are you trying to give me a heart attack?

Laughing to yourself, you stowed your phone back in your purse.

And the high heels did work out, for most of the morning. You gave your presentation and then buried yourself at your desk in paperwork, confined to work for the rest of the day on everything you'd fallen behind in while prepping for the presentation. You couldn't help but glance at the clock every ten minutes; noon was going to be the breath of fresh air in an otherwise stressful day.

Fifteen minutes to noon you got up from your desk and made your way out onto the street. The sun was shining, a soft balmy breeze carried the fragrance of blooming lilacs as you passed a small garden, and plush clouds drifted overhead idly.

And then, just as you were hurrying to crossing the street — technically the pedestrian light was red, but you had a solid seven seconds before the approaching car would actually reach you — there was an ominous snap, and you found yourself falling onto the pavement, your ankle rolling in the process.

Well, not just rolling. It felt more like your ankle was jerked down into a direction it definitely shouldn't have been in, accompanied by a soft pop and a flaring of sharp, throbbing pain.

The car that you would have easily made it past had to brake, honking angrily at you, and you waved vehemently in apology as you struggled to your feet — shit shit shit that hurts — and hobbled out of the street.

"Bitch!" the man shouted from his window as he accelerated by you, tossing a middle finger at you.

Usually that would probably be enough to ruin your day, being yelled at by a stranger, but you were much more preoccupied with the stabbing pain in your ankle. Did I break it? Should sprains hurt this much? You stared, stunned, at the broken stiletto that was half-dangling from your shoe. It had simply snapped in half, for no reason at all.

"Traitor," you muttered to it, taking shelter in the shade of a building to assess your ankle. Gingerly you tried touching it, but it flashed with pain as you pressed on it. Inhaling deeply and tilting your head backwards — do NOT cry don't cry don't cry don't cry— you began to continue your way to the diner.

Matt wasn't going to be happy about this. And you already knew there was no way you could hide it from him. You were limping so badly that it was difficult to walk; each movement felt as though you were tearing your ankle again. If you could arrive at the diner first and get yourself seated, then maybe you had a small chance of the injury going unnoticed, but your limping must have delayed you just enough, because you could see Matt through the window of the restaurant — he'd already arrived.

And his head was already tilted in a way that meant, yep, he's definitely onto me, he can already hear me.

"Hi," you greeted him weakly as you walked in, ignoring the fact that tears were spiking in your eyes. Matt was already on his feet, grabbing his cane almost as an afterthought and approaching you quickly.

"I didn't think it was you at first," he said, quietly so that other patrons in the diner wouldn't hear. "Your gait was so different. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, it's not so bad," you said, knowing he'd hear right through the lie, but not caring much in the moment.

"Let me feel it."

There was no sense in objecting; Matt, you knew, wouldn't be satisfied until he'd done his radar scanning of it so that he could know precisely what was going on in your ankle. "Okay," you agreed. "But let's use the bathroom. These people trying to enjoy their meals don't need to see you feeling up my ankle."

It was a single-user bathroom, fortunately. Matt entered first and held the door open for you, and only once it was shut and locked did he abandon his cane and stoop by your feet. You leaned against the sink as his fingers grazed your ankle.

"What's my diagnosis, Mr. X-Ray?" you asked, trying to come off as playful, but it was hard hiding the pain in your voice. It didn't help that Matt wasn't having it. He stood up, hands on his hips, jaw twitching.

"You fully tore the ligament," he said. "I told you that those heels would get you hurt."

"Whoa, excuse me. This was not my fault. I didn't trip. The heel just happened to snap on me, so it is one hundred percent, completely, utterly, not my fault."

"You knowingly wore dangerous shoes," Matt insisted.

"Stilettos aren't inherently dangerous, Matt! They're shoes! I just got a bit unlucky—"

"Unlucky? You can hardly walk."

"I'm fine," you said, a bit more firmly, and tried, recklessly, to do the twirl you had done that morning to prove it, but had to stop immediately because it sent a rocketing flare of pain through your leg. "Ow. Shit."

Matt steadied you instinctively. "You should take the rest of the day off and go to the doctor."

"No way. I'm so far behind in work. Besides, I'm good once I'm sitting, it's just walking that's hard."

Matt said nothing at first, but helped you get from the bathroom to the booth, one hand loosely holding his cane and the other supporting you as you leaned on him. You were grateful for his strength practically holding you up; already your ankle was swelling and walking alone would have made a scene. Still, it earned a few stares from several of the other people eating in the diner, but you ignored them.

"I guess I should clarify," Matt said, only once you were seated. "You are taking the rest of the day off."

You furrowed your brow, outraged. "You can't tell me what to do."

"And I'd really recommend seeing a doctor," he continued, "because—"

"Last week you—" You realized your voice was loud and lowered it to a whisper. "Last month you came flopping onto the bed at three in the morning, gasping for breath because you fractured a rib, and when I begged you to see a doctor, you said, 'I'm fine. Don't worry about me so much.' Don't you see how much of a hypocrite you are?"

"I don't care whether or not I'm a hypocrite, I care that you go to the doctor," he said, then added, "But if you don't, you're at least not going back to work. You need to rest, elevate the ankle, and ice it."

You bit your lip. "What if I simply refuse?"

"Then I'll call Claire and make her come pay us a visit tonight to check on you."

The thought of burdening Claire with having to make a trip out to Matt's apartment just for your sake was enough to make your cheeks burn. "You wouldn't."

"I would," he said. "Unless you at the very least stay home the rest of the day and ice your ankle."

"I can't believe you." You fell into silence, punctuated only by the waitress coming to take your beverage orders. Once she left, you tried to brighten things a bit, because Matt's mouth was curved in such an unhappy frown that it was beginning to stress you out. "At least it wasn't my favorite pair of stilettos. If it had been, I might be tempted to try super-gluing the heel back on."

It didn't seem to improve his mood, because Matt didn't smile. "I'd prefer if you just stuck to flats from now on."

"That's a lie. I know you love my heels," you said, impetuously leaning across the table to grab his hands. "You may not be able to see my legs, but I know you can sense them, and I know that stilettos make them, like, ten times sexier."

"You know what's not sexy? A sprained ankle."

"Wow. Thanks for really bulldozing my self-esteem." You paused. "If my ankle makes me so un-sexy, then maybe I'll just... sleep on the couch tonight instead. Wouldn't want you to be near me if I'm all sprained-ankle-ish."

"You're impossible."

"I have a better idea. I can be bait," you said, watching Matt's expression carefully. "I'll stumble out onto the streets tonight — you know, all 'Woe is me, I've got a sprained ankle' — and that'll attract every mugger in the vicinity, seeing a vulnerable girl alone. They won't be able to help themselves, they'll just be dying to come over and rob me. And then, lo and behold! Daredevil dives in and catches all of Hell's Kitchen's criminals in one fell swoop."

Sure enough, you could see an irritated amusement in Matt's mouth, the type that meant he was torn between smiling and getting annoyed. "I'll agree to that plan when Foggy learns how to meditate for more than five minutes at a time."

The waitress arrived and took your orders. You sipped on the water she had delivered, your eyes not leaving Matt's face.

"What is it?" he said, finally. "You're dying to say something."

"Yeah. I want you to admit that it's not my poor high heels you're angry with. You're just worried about me."

"Can't it be both?"

"Leave my high heels out of this and admit it, Matt."

"Fine. I'm worried about you. Does that make you happy?"

"Sure does," you said, squeezing his hands and smiling. "By the way... did I ever mention that I'm head over heels in love with you?"

"Oh, my God."

A/N: This was just a short piece inspired by two separate asks I received that fit together quite well:

Prompt 1: hi!!! could you do a hurt/comfort where reader breaks her heel and sprains her ankle while walking home and matt finds her??

Prompt 2: May I request a Matt fic? I've been seeing girls on YouTube that test their heels out by running around in front of their s/o, and I thought it would be really funny with a clumsy reader and Matt having an absolute heart attack. Thanks!

Just realized that I completely altered the first prompt by having them meet at a diner rather than Matt finding her, so I apologize! I hope it was still alright to read :) happy whumptober, everyone!

[galene-gothic]

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✬ They're a traditional person in many ways and also a traditional lover

✬ They'll get you flowers, buy you stuff and help you out with everything that they can help you with once they're sure that they like you (even when you've not entered a relationship yet)

✬ They are extremely dependable and expect the same from their partner too

✬ They might have major taurus placements

✬ They're really well mannered, the type to not speak with food in their mouth or the type to wait for the person who bought them the meal to eat first

✬ They might also avoid cursing in public

✬ You'll see them as someone who knows a lot, they might know about various different topics that aren't even related to each other

✬ They're a very wise and mature person, they've learnt a lot throughout life and have a strong moral code

✬ They want a committed and strong relationship that's also a very strong investment (they won't be interested in marrying or dating someone who has nothing to offer)

✬ They care about the finer things in life and are extremely ethereal

✬ They make everything around them beautiful, comfortable and luxurious to their own liking

✬ They are a sensual and materialistic person who wants the finer things in life and will work for it

✬ They like to be taken seriously but they are actually very funny

✬ People might not express or be able to see how wise they are at times but the ones that do really appreciate them

✬ They have people who can't forget them even after a long time has passed by

✬ Your beliefs will probably align with each other's and when they don't, you'll learn from each other

✬ They prefer deep conversations over small talk

✬ They enjoy travelling and don't mind paying for everything as long as you're good company according to them

✬ They want a 'grow old together' kind of love

✬ They believe in themself but they have the tendency to be incredibly hard on themself

✬ They're grateful about life's experiences though

✬ Even though they're traditional, they understand the need for space, they'll give you enough space to grow and experience life and will expect the same in return

✬ You'll be able to count on them whenever you're struggling

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✬ They're an optimistic and confident person

✬ They warm up whatever environment they're in

✬ They like expressing themselves (in terms of values and positive emotions) and presenting themselves as a warm and bright person

✬ They're the kind of person that won't dim their light just because it makes others uncomfortable and they do have the tendency to make insecure people uncomfortable

✬ You'll just look at them and wonder how they're so optimistic and open

✬ They're someone who a lot of people look up to

✬ They are the center of attention wherever they go

✬ They're going to be very successful when you meet them and I'm getting that they're already pretty successful in their own ways, they're someone who anyone would look at and can predict that they'll be successful in the future

✬ They know how to have fun and I'm getting that you both will share a bond where when one of you enters the room or conversation, that's when the other thinks to themself 'finally, this place is going to be fun'

✬ They have a lot of willpower to make their dreams come true, they're a hard worker and also a natural leader (people naturally follow them)

✬ They possess a lot of charisma and it stems from their personal integrity and understanding nature

✬ You both will feel really excited but also very sleepy around each other because it's a comfortable and cosy atmosphere

✬ Their positive outlook on life is truly admirable

✬ You'll both absolutely adore each other

✬ You'll both feel so lucky to have met each other, there's a lot of admiration, adoration and understanding towards the other

✬ They go around spreading happiness and know how to grab opportunities

✬ They're a driven individual who knows how to make things happen for them

✬ 'You win some, you lose some, that's life, not me though, I win all, lose none' energy, even when they do lose something they gain an experience, they gain a lesson

✬ You'll feel physically hot around each other because sparks will be flying

✬ They're confident and will completely sweep you off your feet

✬ They'll know how to make you feel like you're the only one in the room, I'm getting a lot of 'pretending to look around the room when they're actually looking for the you' energy here

✬ It'll be difficult to hide your feelings for each other, people around you will notice the tension between the both of you, many will ship you or atleast guess that something's going on

✬ You'll both flirt with each other in many different ways, flirting with eyes, comparing hang sizes and roasting each other

✬ They'll fill your life with excitement and comfort

✬ They'll like your eyes

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✬ They really care about their reputation and the way they present themself is very important to them

✬ They might have something that they're really good at

✬ They're a skilled individual who knows how to create the life they wish to live

✬ They're dedicated, ambitious and confident

✬ They are busy achieving their goals and are extremely focused on them

✬ They might be a life path 11

✬ They are diligent and have high standards (both regarding themself and others in their life)

✬ They might be kinda commitment phobic when you first meet them

✬ They inspire and motivate others to be the best version of themselves

✬ One of you really likes wearing black

✬ You'll have a lot of interesting conversations when you're alone with each other but act kinda indifferent when others are around

✬ They're intelligent and cautious with who and what they invest their energy into

✬ They present themself as a go getter who's charming, warm and has a lot of energy

✬ They'll sweep you off your feet and you'll feel really excited around them

✬ They'll be attracted to you like a moth to a flame because I'm getting that they wouldn't want to get attached to anyone when they first meet you

✬ I'm getting a temporary parting here, they'll really miss you during this time, when they'll see you again, they'll just want to come to you and express their feelings but since not much will have happened between the both of you, they'll choose to keep things light

✬ They'll feel really passionate towards you and will eventually just choose to accept it and pursue you

✬ 'Make you mine' started playing, oh my god, that's what the energy will feel like

✬ You might both end up saying mean things to each other, very impulsively too

✬ A crush like energy here, frustration, attraction, denial, happiness, resistance, etc.

✬ They'll be able to see themselves spending their entire life with you really early on but they'll choose not to

✬ You'll be in a similar energy too, 'too tired to date' is the energy that you'll be in when you first meet them but you'll be trying to stay open to love

✬ 'Marry your daughter' started playing, you'll both share an emotional connection right from the start even when you don't want to, this is so cute

[lovelymoira]

a major reason geto is so interesting as an antagonist is because within a story centered around heroic sorcerers, he is attempting to save the sorcerers themselves instead of the people. he thinks what he's doing benefits them, benefits the world essentially.

the purpose of a jujutsu sorcerer is to be a savior, and he fits that role to a T. however who he's 'saving' is actually flipped.

where this distinction stemmed from was him always seeming to lack a purpose within the sorcerer world, and his inherent thought process where he makes a clear line between "regular" people and sorcerers, emphasizing non-sorcerer inferiority.

geto, before the Riko mission, found himself coherent to sorcerer ideology. but i think its important to note that this belief doesn't really have much backing to it. He simply states that its a "duty" of theirs to protect "weaker" people- the word duty implying that this is something that's been told to him, not something which he's set on believing.

thats especially highlighted when he gives riko a choice as to what she wants. he's not set on this belief- which is actually an admirable trait in the case with riko. everyone deserves that choice.

then the whole fiasco happens with toji, but thats not really his turning point. his turning point is when he sees all those non-sorcerers who support riko's death and thats when he strictly begins his distinction of how non-sorcerers are cruel, and morally inferior. that they don't understand the sacrifices sorcerers have made, that they don't have gratitude or empathy. that, toppled with the two girls he saves/adopts, and witnessing the death of that one kid (forgot his name) who wanted to save people as per jujutsu sorcerer ideology.

one of the reasons gojo goes the opposite way in his path is because he actually had the strength to defeat toji at the end which makes him believe in honing his skills to prevent future incidences. while gojo also hates those non-sorcerers that applauded riko's death, he doesn't have to put himself through the same situation again & again in a way? geto does.

geto, while consuming curses, has to consistently remind himself of jujutsu ideology of protecting non-sorcerers, despite the plethora of negative experiences he's had with non-sorcerers in the first place. for him it was a lonely, endless cycle, and most importantly, lacked purpose.

the thing with geto is that he feels so deeply. he doesn't want other sorcerers to go through the depressive states he went through; he wants to get rid of the source of evil, which to him lies within regular people.

he found that same 'savior' purpose elsewhere, being a savior to his own people (in his eyes: more superior people) by eradicating the non-sorcerers (the inferior).

he's so interesting aaaaaa. also the way he twists his immoral actions/justifies them even more so. anyways onwards to genocide for him!

[cyllres]

Devil | JJK x Makima! Reader

Y/n Itadori

Character Profile

note: aside from the eyes, the appearance is entirely up to you, while I do not rlly describe yn's appearance that much, this is what I usually imagine what she looks like when I write, again, she could look like however you want to, this is only for those who wants to see her more yuuji-like or see her as someone else

Name: Y/n Itadori

Age: 15

Appearance:

Eye Color: Yellow with multiple red rings within them

Hair Color: pink

Height: 5’4”

Skin Color: a bit tan to tan

Uniform: Her usual Jujutsu Tech uniform consists of an asymmetrical white jacket with high collars and pins on the left side engraved with the school logo, paired with navy blue pants that had a loose, almost flowing quality to them and brown shoes.

(PHOTO JUST FOR REFERENCE)

Abilities:

Enhanced Smell: Y/n primarily differentiates others (humans, animals, and curses) through smell. She could also smell the residuals curses leave after using its cursed technique.

Control: Y/n holds the power to directly control her inferiors. This "brainwashing" ability works on any being — from humans to animals, to curses.

Victims subsequently lose their memory of anything that happened immediately before they were put under control, and of anything they did while being controlled.

Curses under her control would be kept “inside her” and could summon them anytime she wants. When summoning them, curses are seen to crawl out of her back no matter how large they are. Curses could crawl out of any part of her body but the back is much easier. Does this damage her clothes? (no, curses have ghostlike qualities before they are fully manifested)

Y/n can borrow the power of her victims under her control. Even deceased individuals she controlled in this manner. (drawbacks would be fatigue and in some cases blood lost, especially when that victim’s power involves weapons coming out of their body)

Y/n can control individuals outright as well as warp their personalities in subtle ways.

She borrows the hearing of rats, birds and other small animals she controls to hear conversations.

She uses these small animals to travel around. These small animals can then cluster together to form the shape of a human and thus allow for Y/n to be transported to that location almost instantly.

Force Manipulation: Y/n has been shown to offensively manipulate an invisible force in a variety of ways. This force can be used to damage her weak targets.

She has been shown to inflict damage by projecting an invisible force to targets she points at with her index finger. She usually says "Bang!" while using this ability.

Curse modification: Y/n could command other curses to consume curses in order to modify them at her will. This could strengthen it, increasing its cursed energy. She could also modify its appearance and ability as long as she has the specific curse.

Cursed Energy Suppressor: Y/n originally possesses low cursed energy, a trait that distinguishes her from most jujutsu sorcerers. Her abilities primarily stem from her devil powers carried over from her past life as Makima, though they do utilize both cursed techniques and cursed energy to function. However, the majority of her power is derived from her devil abilities rather than her cursed energy.

When Y/n uses her cursed technique on a being, she leaves behind a faint trace of cursed energy on her target. These traces are so subtle and weak that they are almost imperceptible, making it extremely difficult for anyone, even the most skilled sorcerers, to detect or track her through them. This makes her control abilities particularly dangerous, as her influence is nearly invisible.

Additionally, Y/n’s overall cursed energy levels are directly affected by the presence of the beings she controls. Without those beings residing within her, her cursed energy depletes significantly, rendering her more invisible.

Love Interests:

Megumi Fushiguro

Nobara Kugisaki

Maki Zenin

Toge Inumaki

Yuuta Okkotsu

Todo Aoi

would def add more just request

NOW TIME FOR SOME HEAD CANNONS: (and spoilers ofc)

yn may or may not have already lost her memories as Makima, but remember things that feels familiar. After losing her memories as Makima, she does not know why she felt that way, she just does. She feels broken.

yn is constantly looking for someone that could protect her in a parental way but the walls she surrounded herself is way too thick for her to see people that care for her

yn does not know why she feels like she can't trust people, she just does

The orange curse, or now we know it as ‘Pochita’ is unhealthily attached to yn despite the constant abuse it receives from her, pochita sees it as ‘discipline’

yn misses suguru and NanaMimi, NanaMimi tries to contact and waits for her in the park

Giving up, NanaMimi left something for yn in the park from Suguru and them

Wait who is Sukuna to yn again? Why was she unaffected by his domain expansion?

“a gift to those who are loyal” are just silly little fillers... right?

yn is THE YANDERE in this series, or maybe I'll write some character that would have yandere tendencies depends

Yasu hates working with yn because of the paperworks piling up, does he complain tho? (ofc. not, he loves money after all)

yn is strong strong

yn still refuses to use a phone but Satoru got her and her brother one for ‘mission purposes’ and yes she struggles to use it.

The wallpaper would be her and her brother while the lockscreen is Sugar. It would've been Sugar and Pochita but cameras can't capture curses.

She still loves taking photos of Pochita and Sugar playing tho and yes, while Sugar couldn't see Pochita, it could perceive it. (doggy senses or maybe it's because of smthng else)

yn takes selfies like a 50 y.o. dad on facebook

Still refuses to download social media but was forced to have a messaging app because of Satoru

Suguru promised to buy yn her first dog but was unable to because he died lol. Guess how he fulfilled that promise.

yn hates close combats, but after training with Maki she's a bit confident with it now and started relying less on Pochita or her force manipulation. Sometimes, close combat is more efficient afterall.

With that being said, the main reason why yn always finish missions quickly was because of Pochita. She sits back and relax why our cute lil modified curse does the job.

Sometimes she helps too. But she's always too lazy.

yn is so lazy to the point she walks behind the group. When it comes to stairs or anything that goes up, when no one's looking, she demands Pochita to carry her.

After her brother's death, yn started taking missions from grade 1 to special grade tiers. While higher-ups usually disallow newbies to take missions alone, they made an exception because they fear yn and hopefully one of these missions would eradicate her.

Before modifying Pochita, yn had over a hundred of curses under her control that are mostly grade 4 to 2. Some are grade 1 while most special grades were given by Suguru. She lost tabs on them and asked Pochita to consume them. (It was a gamble since she isn't sure if the grade 4 curse could handle this much curses but hey, she's crazy alright)

Does yn have a Domain Expansion? nah. Does Pochita have a Domain Expansion? yea, but it was only used a few times

yn's biggest weakness: fast opponents

Ryo (character from ‘a gift to those who are loyal’) promised that in his next life, his sister would see him as someone she could rely on. He would protect her the way she protected him and does not mind being reincarnated as her ‘older brother’.

While this story would not entirely focus on romance, but surely there would be cute scenes.

While Yuuji was eager to eat vegetables as a child, yn outright REFUSES to eat it.

[haveyouanytime]

hi there! can i request college!au with vincent renzi, in which he is law professor and he has this responsable and smart student (legal age ofc) who steals his attention? can it have dacryphilia too?, if you’re comfortable writing that 😅 please

professor + dacryphilia with vincent renzi | minors + ageless blogs dni! cw: cunnilingus, teacher-student relationship (reader is 18+, uni student), crying = dacryphilia, bit of plot

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You were an all-star student. You were on top of everything, steadily making a name for yourself as a reliable, outstanding student and future lawyer. Some of your peers liked to call you Elle Woods, majorly for your beauty being a major asset of yours. But part of your exceeding academics was dedicating time to go to your professor’s office hours. 

Some more so than others. 

Mr. Renzi was the professor for your criminal justice course, and you had expected to stop by his office once in a while to have him look over your essay and work to see what you can improve on. 

What you hadn’t expected was for him to be so… beautiful. 

The first time you saw him in class, you forgot to take notes. You simply watched him as he taught, his intelligence was so seductive, and it just so happened to be paired with a voice like velvet and eyes that made your heart speed up when they met yours. 

Unbeknownst to you, Vincent felt the same. Ever since that alluring first day of you simply watching him in your second-row seat, he always found his gaze gravitating towards you as your pen scratched along your paper, as you chewed gum, sipped from your water bottle, tucked your hair behind your ear, or made eye contact with him. 

You went and visited him the first time about two weeks into the semester, wanting him to look over your first essay. There was an undeniable spark, but you simply brushed it off as a mutual educational acknowledgment. Anything you could do to not linger much on how much the simple brush of his hand against yours send electricity through your body.

Vincent once was going to ask you if you wanted to join him on his walk to his office, but that was the first time he saw him. You walked out of class, beelining with a large smile towards the open arms of some boy. Your laugh was bubbly and bright as he kissed your cheek, calling out his name. When his lips met yours, Vincent simply turned and walked away, cursing himself for not thinking about how obviously you wouldn’t be single-- you were pretty, smart, kind, and many more qualities that would have a line of boys waiting for a chance. He ran his fingers through his hair, internally kicking himself for letting himself get so unprofessional and daydreaming of his younger student, for being one of the men in line for a chance. 

Well into the semester and after plenty of visits, you were more than a familiar face in Vincent’s office, instead one he looked forward to seeing. The visits had long stemmed past the looking over essays and now were small talking sessions between you and your professor. 

This particular day, Vincent had you in his office, noticing how frazzled you seemed. 

“You have a lot on your plate?” He asked, rolling his dress shirt’s sleeves up to his elbows. His suit jacket was hanging from the back of his seat, the comfort of his office and your presence giving him the leisure of being a little less work-appropriate with his attire. 

You softly laugh, joking through the truth of your overwhelming schedule and workload, “More like it’s flowing off the table.” 

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Vincent nodded, his brows furrowing as he gave a small chuckle to your light joke. “Especially since I’m partly the cause of that.” 

“No, no, I love your class, and being here with you is like a dream. It’s an escape.” You softly smile, shaking your head. “I have no need to mourn or worry when I’m here.” 

His ears perked at your word choice. You were meticulous, so the choice in wording wasn’t a simple passing phrase. “Mourn? What is there to mourn?” 

You hesitate, quietly sighing as you run your fingers through your hair. “My boyfriend broke up with me.” 

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear.” He cooed, 

Saying it aloud seemed to make you think of all the things you had to handle at once-- two different final group presentations, four different essays, processing your breakup, feeding yourself, feeding your cat, working part-time, endless research… 

You didn’t even realize you were crying until you felt warm tears land on your hands that rested atop your lap. You let out a shaky breath, more tears falling before you could compose yourself. A quiet whimper slipped out, and you hid your face in your hands as you couldn’t help but softly sob.

“Shh, shh, mon biquet.” He shushed, standing from his desk and walking over to your seat. He knelt in front of you, reaching to move your hands away from your face and wipe away your tears with his thumbs. He whispered, his brows furrowing at the sight of you crying in front of him. “My lamb.” 

He watched as the warm tears slipped from your eyes, his hands cupping your face as your gentle eyes met his. Putain, he thought, you’re even pretty when you cry. A soft noise slipped past your lips as you softly cried, sending an electric jolt through Vincent. The tears on his face made him want to comfort you, but also imagine how those noises would sound if you were underneath him. Would your soft whimpers sound the same as he felt the warmth of your skin? Would your tears encourage him to draw more and more pleasure from your body? He felt his heart race as he leaned in, kissing the teardrops that were caught on the apples of your cheeks. 

Your breath hitched, unknowingly sending more of the electric feelings through Vincent’s bloodstream. The pecks on your cheek were only a whiff, but you were like a drug he was already fixed on. 

“Shh, mon biquet,” He whispered, his kisses traveling from the tears on the apples of your cheeks down to your jawline. “Let me make you feel better.” 

“Professor…” You whispered, your tears still rolling as your heart began to race. You instinctively rested your hands on his chest, your hands trembling at the immoral act occurring between you and your professor. 

“Tell me if you don’t want me to,” He softly spoke, pulling away and placing his hands over yours that rested atop his chest. His eyes met yours as his brows furrowed slightly, a moment of vulnerability from your usually stoic professor. You held his livelihood in your gentle hands-- both occupationally, but also just as a man kneeling before a woman.  

“Please,” You whisper, your eyes fluttering shut as your lip trembles, “Make me feel better.” 

He couldn’t help but groan at your words, leaning in and connecting his lips to yours. He kissed you in a way that made you dizzy, a way no boy your age would be able to accomplish. It was feverish and hot, but also gentle and caring. He pulled away to lead you to your feet, your soft lips ghosting over his as you leaned in, wanting more of his unmatched kisses. 

He smiled, giving you more kisses as he held onto your hips, pushing away his papers as he lead you to sit atop his desk. You softly gasp into his mouth, registering that he’s slowly pushing up your skirt. You blush as he kisses along your jawline, remembering you didn’t wear undershorts today, settling on just black underwear. 

Vincent didn’t mind, adjusting you so you sat on the desk so he could pull your underwear down your legs. He settled between your legs, kissing to the top of your blouse before kneeling down to begin kissing down your pubic bone. You blushed and bit your bottom lip, trying not to squeeze your thighs shut out of embarrassment and smother your handsome criminal justice professor. 

He settled as he finally reached your cunt, his fingers spreading you open to see the wetness that had formed just from his kisses. He smirked to himself, leaning in and placing soft kisses onto your clit. Just a little stimulation like that, and he heard soft moans of pleasure from above. They were a little muffled, and he looked up to see you hiding your mouth behind your hand. 

Taking it as a challenge, he wrapped his arms around your thighs, fully allowing himself to dwell in your warm cunt and give you enough pleasure to be unable to hide your noises. 

His age showed in his experience, bringing you to your orgasm after barely two minutes into the affair. “Proff- oh, God-- Professor…!” You gasped, feeling your climax forming in your abdomen. 

“Let it happen, my lamb.” He murmured against your clit, coaxing you even closer. Just as you cried out, practically biting down onto your hand to try and stay quiet, he slipped two of his fingers into your warmth. You couldn’t silence the moan that slipped past your lips, your legs pressing lightly against his head as the overstimulation made the pleasure reach a peak in your body. 

You quickly learned, however, Vincent was not a one-and-done type of man. He kept you on that high as long as he could, even going as far to push the peak higher and higher as he coaxed a few more orgasms out of you, all while chuckling and murmuring praises against your skin. Your lip trembled as your legs tensed on either side of his head, your breath shaky as the overstimulation brought back the warm tears in your eyes. You mewled, tugging at his hair to wordlessly plead with him, sniffling as a few warm tears slipped from your eyes. 

“Just like that, mon biquet,” He groaned, his hands tightening their hold on your soft thighs as he watched you cry, “One more, I promise.” 

You whimpered and moaned as he lead you towards another orgasm, this one being the farthest you’d traveled in terms of pleasure. His fingers worked at massaging your walls, his mouth suckling and placing kitten licks onto your clit. He worked you farther and farther until he felt the familiar tense around his fingers, your will giving up as your thighs trapped him between the plush muscles. 

You writhed against the desk as you clenched your thighs together, his promise a stretch of truth as he worked you through your last climax. Your thighs relaxed and he gently pulled away, both of you panting as the room was hot with sex and rounds of overstimulation. 

“Thank you, professor.” You softly spoke, feeling shy as you pushed down your skirt to hide your exposed pussy. “I… I wasn’t expecting that.” 

“I should thank you.” He grinned, standing from where he knelt between your legs. He straightened his clothes, trying to be subtle in the way he fixed his erection. He wiped his mouth with his hand, “I, er… haven’t had a meal like that in a while.” 

You shyly smiled, standing from the desk and placing a quick peck onto his cheek. He grinned, his hands moving to hold your waist again. “We should plan another… ahem, one-on-one tutoring session again. Come again on Thursday, the same time, if you would like another lesson.” 

“Of course, professor.” You smiled, blushing at the idea of another sexual endeavor with your handsome criminal justice professor. 

“Please, call me Vincent.” He grinned, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out the little black fabric, handing you back your underwear. “Anything for my best student.”