#why did i assign myself homework???

[nonbinarypirat]

Every single Delkira in Iruma-Kun

[ID: A collage dedicated to every single Delkira sighting in the manga series Mairmashita! Iruma-Kun. The images are either full manga pages or cropped panels, with some having multiple Delkira's. Some of the images overlap.]

this took me literally way too much effort to do, idk why i decided to do this to myself. i had the thought and was like, oh that wouldnt be too hard, he doesnt have THAT many appearances in the manga. haha, JOKES ON ME. i had to go through almost all the manga to check for him and it put this all together. overall i think I spent over an hour on this collage. SO here's another Delkira post 🫶🏽

Anyway, the total count is 70 Delkira sightings. A lot of pages has more than one Delkira with the max total being 4. Most of these images are back shots of him (go figure) but I don't have an exact count of this. I also didn't add two Delkira's because one was literally just hair and the other was like, a sliver of his body but you couldn't even tell it was him because Poro was leaning on him.

[biscuityskies]

to catch a fallen star, to hold it in your hands

"Does it bother you at all?" Cody asks, slipping an arm around Obi-Wan’s waist and pressing a sleepy kiss to the underside of his jaw. "The blue sometimes going away." As Obi-Wan looks himself over in the mirror, the surface level changes pale in comparison to the gold of his eyes. He tugs down the stark white robes and wraps a jet black belt around his waist, clips his saber to it. Golden eyes meet brown in the mirror as he leans back into his lover’s touch. "No," he says simply, a smile on his lips. "It reminds me that I have you." 

for day 5 of @codywanweek! this covers both Sith AU and established relationship >:)

[witchofanguish]

The only thing we knew is that we would never understand anything

[oflgtfol]

in my monthly “mourning the part of me that died last year” era

[brittle-bold]

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[queercatboyrights]

anyone got any tips on getting art industry jobs w/o a college degree bc holy fuck this shit is horrendous /oAo;\

[milf-louis]

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[jayybugg]

study session

Theodore Nott x Fem!Reader

Summary: You're studying with Theo in the library...or are you?

Warning: Established Relationship, Dirty Talk, No House Specified, Kind of Public Sex, Smut (18+), No Use of Y/N, Google Translate Italian, No Plot literally just sex.

Word Count: 1.6K

Note: Wrote this based on a dream I had.....which was based on an RP scenario that I did. Obviously, Theo takes up a lot of space in my mind. Early birthday gift for my Georgie, @pizzaapeteer, please wish her an early birthday and thank you because she is the reason I got this done. @cafekitsune for the banners as always!

You raced to the library, giving small hello’s and excuse me's to the people you passed. You had promised Theo that you would help him with his Charms homework after your club meeting, but you had gotten carried away with some discussions causing the meeting to run over. You hoped that Theo wasn't there yet or would just be arriving because you knew the small quips about your tardiness wouldn't stop if he was already there.

You made it into the library, climbing the stairs to the secluded corner of the floor. A small table with two chairs that you and Theo often claimed whenever you both decided to do some studying. You groaned softly, seeing Theo already seated with a shit-eating grin on his face when you rounded the corner.

"So late, bella. Almost thought you stood me up." Theo said as you sat down next to him. You rolled your eyes, pulling out your Charms notes and your textbook. "Oh, shut up. I've never stood you up before."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, why are you late?" Theo leaned in; his mouth curved into a smirk. You flicked his forehead causing him to lean back, rubbing it softly. "I got caught up in the meeting. I'm sorry, Teddy."

"It's fine, principessa." Theo said, opening his notes, "Just like teasing you."

You and Theo quickly fell into a nice rhythm of studying and light conversation. You gave him the notes to copy as you worked on the actual assignment. You always felt at ease when you studied with Theo, it was one of the only times that he seemed to relax. Usually that was reserved for when you both were in the privacy of your dorms and even then, Theo would rather be participating in other activities.

More time passed before you started wiggling in your chair, your butt starting to fall asleep. "This chair is uncomfortable." You whined, standing up to try to regain some feeling. Theo chuckled, leaning back in his seat, and patting his thigh. "Well, I'm quite comfortable if I do say so myself."

You rolled your eyes as you slid over to him, nestling yourself in his lap. "You've been waiting for this moment, haven't you?"

"I'm always looking for a way to get you in my lap, love. It's where you belong." Theo said, winking at you. You smiled, shaking your head, and returning to your reading for your homework.

Theo's hand reached your thigh, running up and down your leg. Once he finished copying the notes, he trailed his hand under your skirt. You glanced up from your reading to meet his eyes that were already trained on your face.

"Shouldn't you be starting on the assignment now?" You swatted his hand away from your thigh, raising an eyebrow at him. Theo smirked, putting his hand back, "Yeah, but I don't feel like reading that text right now."

His hand once again traveled up your skirt to the hem of your underwear. "Why don't you read it to me, principessa?"

"Read it to you?" You raised an eyebrow at him, "What are you trying to do?"

"Nothing, I just want to hear your sweet voice." Theo smiled, "I'll even reward you."

Your eyes scanned Theo's face, landing on his eyes. The usual expressionless eyes held a certain swirl of mischief in them. "You're up to something."

"Maybe, maybe not. Why don't you read and find out?" Theo shrugged, his smirk never going away. You rolled your eyes, conceding to his request.

"Charms are comprised of a wide range of spells. They focus on giving a target new and unexpected properties or making the target perform certain actions, along with other effects." You recited from the book. Theo's fingers softly moved the fabric of your underwear, pressing down on your clit with the pad of his thumb.

You yelped softly, looking up at Theo. He was leaning into his hand propped on the table, his smirk remaining as he held eye contact with you. "Theo," You hissed, "We're in the library."

"I know, bella. Why are you bringing up the obvious? Keep reading, I'm intrigued." Theo contorted his face into fake confusion, all while massaging your clit with his thumb. You narrowed your eyes at him, taking a shaking breath as you felt a familiar feeling boil inside you.

"Charms were distinguished from Transfiguration spells in the regards that a charm will add to or change the properties of an object while Transfiguration spells change the object completely." You continued reading as Theo removed his thumb from your clit, quickly replacing it with his index finger. He trailed up and down your pussy, smiling as you stuttered upon your next sentences.

"Offensive and protective spells f-fall under Charms such as the Stunning, Disarming, mmm, spell, and the Shield spell. The Tickling spell- oh!" Theo’s finger slipped its way into your pussy, pumping in and out as you read. You shut your eyes, attempting to save yourself from the pleasure.

Theo leaned close to your ears, a smirk evident on his face. “What’s wrong, bella?”

“You…. Theo….”

“Blaming me for your distractions?” Theo clicked his tongue, “How rude.”

You slapped his arm, slumping over slightly as Theo picked up the pace of his fingers. Theo chuckled darkly; his eyes trained on your face as it contorted into one of pleasure. “Getting fingered in the library, where anyone could round that corner and see you. Such a fucking slut.”

You felt yourself clench around his fingers due to his words. The adrenaline from the thought of being caught rushed through your body. “Fuck. Please.” You let out a breathy plea, your eyes looking over to the corner that could expose this whole ordeal.

“Please what, amore? Use your words.” Theo whispered into your ear. Your breathing became shallow as you felt a familiar knotting in your stomach. Theo did relent in his pace, smirking as he saw you close your eyes. “About to cum? Go ahead, be a good girl, and come all over my fingers, sunshine.”

A low moan fell from your lips as your climax came in a harsh wave. You fell limp against Theo, who was chuckling lowly. You rolled your eyes, getting ready to scold him. “I can’t believe you- Theo? What are you-?”

You felt your body get picked up and leaned over the wooden table. Theo stood up, taking his place behind you. “What are you talking about, darling?” Theo said, pushing your skirt up to your waist and bending down to be face to face with your cunt.

“We’re in the library! We can’t-” Your words were once again cut off by Theo as his tongue lapped at your clit.

“But you’re dripping, principessa. I can’t just leave my girl soaked like this, now, can I?” Theo smirked against your cunt, lapping at it again. You bit your lip, pressing your face against the hard wooden table. Theo stood up, undoing his belt and zipper as he left a harsh slap on your ass.

“Do you want my cock, baby? Tell me.” Theo stroked himself, pushing your legs apart with his knee. You let out a deep breath, laying your body flat against the table and turning your head to glance back at him. “Yes…... I want it.” You said softly. Theo smirked at you, lining himself up with your entrance, pushing in.

“Fuck, amore, so wet and ready for me,” Theo muttered. You whimpered, your eyes falling close at the feeling of being filled up by your boyfriend. He never fails to stretch you out beyond belief. Theo pulled out slowly, leaving just the tip in before snapping his hips forward, setting a harsh pace.

“Such a fucking slut. Getting railed in the library where someone could see you.” Theo snarled, his hands gripping your hips tightly. You clenched around him again, moans ripping from your throat. “Oh, you like that, huh? You like the idea of someone possibly seeing how much of a whore you are for me?” Theo smirked, reaching around to rub on your clit.

“Y-yes, yes, I like it.” You mewled, your nails digging into the table. Your eyes focused on the open corner, your heart speeding up every time a shadow floated past it. The last thing you wanted was for anyone to catch you in this position, but you couldn’t find it in you to stop Theo or even conceal the noises that he was causing you to make.

Between watching how he disappeared into your greedy cunt and how your ass bounced back every time his hips contacted yours, Theo groaned softly. “S’good…. fuck.” You whimpered.

Theo lifted your leg to be prompted up on the table, knocking the books off the table in the process. With a firm grip on around your thigh, Theo pound into your aching cunt. You gripped the edge of the table, your climax coming fast. “M’boutta….m’boutta cum…” You said, your voice muffled from burying your head to the table.

“Hm? My principessa is about to cum?” Theo spoke, “Cum around my dick, I want to feel you soak me.”

It didn’t take long for you to cum once again, your juice covering Theo’s dick and thighs. He continued to pound into you until his thrusts got sloppy. “Going to cover this pretty ass all in my seed.” He muttered, more to himself than to you. He gave you one last deep thrust before pulling out and spilling his cum all over your ass.

You took deep breaths, your body still bent over the table, as Theo massaged your waist, a chuckle erupting from his throat.

“I didn’t know you were so kinky, bella. Good thing I casted that invisibility charm before you got here.”

Your eyes flew open in disbelief as you turned your head to look at him. That same shit-eating grin on his face from earlier.

Your boyfriend was going to be the death of you.

[folklvrsworld]

between the books ♡

pairing: harry james potter x fem!reader

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, kissing, swearing/cussing, slightly spying

summary: reader is doing assignments in the library when she feels a pair of eyes watching her, harry decided to distract her and get her mind off of school for a hot minute

song: collide - justin skye, tyga

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Being a sixth year doesn't mean you can relax. Yes, we do have a lot more free time, but those free times are mostly used for doing homework, which the professors gave a lot, or studying for N.E.W.T. exams that we will have to do in our seventh year.

I was in the library, scribbling down answers for my defence against the dark arts homework, while constantly switching books. The library wasn't empty that day, but it wasn't full either. As I was writing, I felt like someone was watching me. I looked around, but no one was looking at my direction.

I shrugged it off and continued on what I was doing. I finally finished my homework and I closed the books, before putting them back in the right shelves. As I was returning the last book, I felt a presence behind me and before I could turn around, I felt someone kiss my neck.

"Harry..." I giggled quitely while turning around to see the raven haired boy standing in front of me.

"Took you long enough to notice me." he grinned and pecked my lips slowly.

I kissed him back and pulled away with a raised eyebrow, "What do you mean?"

"I've been watching you for the past ten minutes, I thought you would notice me, but you were very focused on your homework." he chuckled, kissing me again.

"I knew I felt someone was watching me." I said in between kisses, "Now we really shouldn't make out here, I have homework to do."

He groaned, "Oh come on, it's time for you to have a little break. What d'you say?" he smiled while running his hands up and down my waist.

I gulped and stared at him in the eyes, he wasn't wrong, I do need a little break. I've been doing homework for the past three hours, my fingers were tired from writing, my brain was tired from thinking, I needed a distraction.

"Fine.." I finally said, earning a big grin from him before he pinned me to the bookshelf and kissed my neck, "W-Wait...Here?!"

He pulled away and shrugged, "Why not? If you're comfortable with it, of course."

I reminded myself that we were on the back of the library, the section where no one really comes to, so if we were to do it here, it would be somewhat safe. We just have to be quiet.

"Okay...We have to be quiet though."

He chuckled, "You mean you have to be quiet, princess." he smirked as his hand started to go under my skirt, "Let me take care of you, yeah? I know you're tired, you don't have to do anything."

His words gave me butterflies on my stomach. Sex with him was always either gentle and sweet, rough and kinky, or lusty and passionate. Him being cute and gentle was always my favorite one.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and stroked the back of his neck before leaning in to kiss him, as our lips collided and moved in sync, his hand made its way to my underwear. He stroked my clit through the fabric making me gasp and  have goosebumps from head to toe.

"Shh, relax. I'll be gentle." he muttered through the kiss as he felt the wetness on the underwear, he fiddled with the fabric at first, before slowly taking it off of me.

When it was off, he kept it in his pocket and started to trail his thumb over my clit. I shuddered at his touch and he did it over and over again, "Can you tell me what you want, princess?"

I nearly come undone hearing his words, but I managed to look him in the eyes while saying, "Touch me...Please, Harry..."

He smiled and pecked my lips before slowly entering a finger in, while still caressing my clit with his thumb. I held back a moan as I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip.

"Merlin, you're so wet." he groaned quitely as he went in and out with his finger, and not long after, he added a second finger.

I threw my head back to the bookshelf and couldn't help but let out a little gasp, he started moving faster and faster, it was getting really hard to hold back my moans. When he added a third finger, he knew I was about to moan, because he slammed his lips onto mine.

"F-Fuck..." I moaned quitely through the kiss, his fingers moving in and out frantically, I pulled away and gasped for air.

Suddenly, I felt the knot in my stomach forming, my body was starting to shake, I was close. Harry seemed to realize as he stopped for a second to rest his fingers before going in and out in a frantic pace, his thumb stroking my clit.

"Come for me, baby." he said while unbuttoning my shirt and squeezing my boobs gently.

Not wasting another moment, I bit back a moan as I felt my body completely let go. I let out little whimpers of pleasure as my body jerk and shake a little from the force of the orgasm. When I've relaxed, he gently pulled his fingers out and licked them clean.

"Good girl." he smiled at me and kissed me, letting me taste myself on his tongue, "Do you want more or was that enough for you, my love?"

I panted heavily, still recovering from the orgasm, and looked at him and his bulge. I knew I would have to really fight myself to not moan if we go further, but my body needed him. Badly.

"You deserve some too, Harry. Not just me." I smiled while fumbling with his pants, he raised an eyebrow before smirking lightly.

He understood what I wanted so he quickly took of his pants and underwear, while I completely took off my shirt, leaving me only in my skirt and bra. He picked me up and made me straddle him before taking one of my boobs into his mouth.

I moaned quitely as I tug his hair and let out a sigh of pleasure. He continued sucking on my breast while playing with the other one, before pulling away and looking at me in the eyes, "You're the most beautiful person I've ever met, Y/N."

My body instantly was filled with euphoria hearing that, my cheeks went red as I smiled at him and kissed him. He kissed me back with tongue as he gave his dick a few strokes before gently and slowly entering me.

"O-Oh, fuck...." I pulled away from the kiss and moaned, with our foreheads still touching.

He breathed heavily and continued to thrust himself deeper. When he's fully in me, he paused for a second to take a deep breath, before slowly moving in and out.

"H-Harry..." I rested my hand on his shoulder and clawed his back, we were only getting started and we were already such a moaning mess.

"Y-You feel so good, Merlin..." he moaned, squeezing my ass as he continued his rapid movement.

We were looking into each other's eyes as he moved in and out of me. Both of us sweating and breathing heavily, euphoria and pleasure feeling both our bodies. It wasn't until we heard someone talking that we knew someone was in the shelf next to ours.

"No, that's not the one I'm looking for. Maybe it's in the next shelf."

I widened my eyes and mouthed to Harry, "We're the next shelf!"

He was about to pull out of me but before he could do anything, another voice was heard, "Wait, here it is. Nevermind, we don't have to go to the other shelf, Celia. I got it."

We both took a deep breath of relief and waited for them to leave, when they did, he looked at me and smirked, "Now, where were we?" he started moving in and out of me again. 

Not so long after, he thrusted deep inside me, hitting my g-spot. I had to bury my face on the crook of his neck to hold myself from screaming out of pleasure. I was in absolute bliss. His thrust became faster and harder by the second.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck baby..." I whimpered into his neck, my body jerking from the force of his thrust.

He stroked my back reassuringly and eagerly kissed my neck to calm me down, "Shh, I know, sweetheart. I know."

He started hitting my g-spot over and over again, my body was jerking and shaking from the amount of pleasure I was getting. Little gasps and moans coming out of my mouth, as I feel the knot on my stomach forming again.

"I-I'm close, Harry..." I gasped and my legs tightened the grip on his waist.

He nodded his head and groaned, while pulling away from my neck after successfully making a hickey there, "Me too. Oh fucking hell, love.."

His movement suddenly became fast and hard, he was trying to reach both of our orgasms. My mouth was hung open in a silent scream, he was gasping for air and watching me slowly come building up to my release.

"Beautiful. So fucking beautiful."

With his words, I come undone. I tried my best to moan quitely, as my body convulsed and my thighs shake. I saw stars and I couldn't feel anything else except for pleasure. I never wanted it to end. I was having uncontrollable spams. It was the hardest orgasm I've ever had.

A second after my release, he had his. He buried his face into my chest as he groaned and released inside me. I felt his hot liquid filling me up, making me shudder and jerk slightly. As we were both coming down from our high, he stroked my stomach gently to calm me down, and I stroked his hair.

When we both have relaxed, we looked at each other and couldn't help but smile. He pulled out of me slowly and set me down on my feet, I trembled but I quickly leaned against the shelf so I don't fall down.

"Did you enjoy it, my love?" he said out of breath, while moving a strand of hair from my face.

I nodded my head vigorously and chuckled, "Every second of it, darling." I smiled, "God, I really needed that. Homework has been stressing me out lately."

He smiled and kissed my forehead, "I noticed, princess." he took out my underwear from his pocket and gave it to me, "We should dress up before anyone sees us."

We quickly tidied ourselves up. We made ourselves look like we did not just fuck the shit out of each other as much as we could. I fixed him a bit and he did the same for me, before we both walk away from the shelf hand in hand.

I quickly gathered my stuff that was still on the table before walking out of the library with him, "That was one of the craziest things I've ever done."

He chuckled and shrugged, "Hey, everyone does crazy things from time to time. But you didn't regret it, did you?" he said as he put a bit of my hair at the front, to hide my hickey.

I smiled up at him and shook my head, "Not one bit, Harry."

[andhumanslovedstories]

I’ve been struggling lately with the feeling that my job is pointless. Intellectually I know it is not—nursing is one of those professions where you get to be real smug about knowing the value of your work. But it’s still felt very pointless. Like I’ll start a shift thinking, “what am I even doing here,” and end it thinking, “what have I actually even done.” It’s been a ROUGH couple months.

But I had a really good shift last time I worked, which was good for the soul and also a very useful data point. I got to do pain management advocacy and symptom management, met a bunch of cool patients, did education for new nurses, and had several long heart to hearts, which the kind of midnight heart to hearts that I think are the most important part of night shift, all of that while being well staffed with very pleasant and appreciative patients and coworkers, and I was still like. Pretty depressed. I had a sense of satisfaction and moments of joy and meaning, but it turns out that one good shift did not cure the depression that has been latched on to me for the last few months like some kind of fucked up mental health leech. As I realized I was still depressed and that it was still interfering with my life even when everything was going well, the sense of peace washed over me was the best I’d felt in a while. Because I was like, okay! None of my usual stuff as worked! I have no excuse not to try something new to get my brain out of the shit ditch it’s slipped into.

So I’m applying for short-term disability. I’m worried I won’t get it, and I’m not sure what the next step is if I get rejected, but I feel so much better having decided to pursue it. It’s so much fuckin paperwork for sure, to a degree that’s overwhelming except that that the form could be a checkbox that says, “you want money?” and I’d be like “THIS IS TOO MUCH.” I’m totally not writing this post instead of finishing an email to my manager. I’m definitely not writing this post to avoid dealing with coordinating all my various care providers. I’m certainly not at every moment worried that I’m secretly faking all this so I can get three to nine weeks of a cool summer vacation.

I was thinking about how I almost flunked nursing school in my final semester because I turned in assignments late for a class with a “no late homework” policy. The professor said that this was reflective of real life, where if you miss deadlines you’re just fucked. I ended up appealing my grade and passing, because frankly it was a weak reason for making me repeat a final semester when there was no issues with my actual work or knowledge. During my appeal, I was like “I also think this policy is ableist. Harsh penalties for late work hurt students with health problems, especially chronic health problems when you aren’t asking for one week off due to the flu but instead for a general and never ending flexibility. I’m not trying to make an excuse but explain why this policy is a bad one. Disabled healthcare workers are an asset to healthcare.” I’m trying to remember my own argument as I pursue help. My depression and ADHD and eating disorder do help me be a better nurse, not because like depression gives you superpowers, but because I manage my chronic illnesses every day, in ways that range from hardly noticeable to life or death. Being kind to patients means being kind to myself, and vice versa.

I’m rambling. I really do not want to do this paperwork or send these emails. And I’m not sure if I deserve the leave I’m trying to take. But I miss being love with my job. I miss enjoying it. I wouldn’t judge someone else for going on medical leave, and my job doesn’t want me to burn out or quit. It almost feels like I have to be skeptical of applying for leave because no one else is. Everyone I’ve spoken to has been very supportive, including my manager. And considering how many unpaid days off I’ve had to take lately, disability leave would be an improvement over some of my recent paychecks. All in all, short-term disability makes sense and seems like a reasonable response to circumstances. But FUCK. I wish it required like 90 percent less documentation.

[cosmicdahlias]

I Hate Everything About You

a ford x reader fic

MINORS DNI

You’re a student at the same college as Stanford. You hate his guts for being a successful arrogant bastard, but secretly have a crush on him.

warnings: slut-shaming, slapping, oral, rough sex, choking, breeding, drugs (weed)

this is my first stab at an enemies to lovers fic. i’ve always loved the trope, so this was a lot of fun. i also definitely didn’t include them smorkig weed because i’m like missing it and living vicariously through my writing or anything. 👀💦

You sat in your dorm finishing your homework. You were in your junior year at Backupsmore University with a major in theoretical physics, winter break was two weeks away. Tonight you were on edge, dreading a knock on the door. The reason? You had been assigned to write a research paper with Stanford fucking Pines.

Oh my god how you hated him. Success and praise flocked to him. You were the only feminine presenting person in your major, and thus had to fight tooth and nail to be seen as even half as good as your male classmates.

It drove you mad how professors just seemed to naturally love him, whereas they never showed you the time of day. And worst of all? He was arrogant and self-absorbed. He thought himself so much better than the other- in his words- “troglodytes” around him.

But what you hated the most was how attracted to him you were. How could you want to fuck someone so badly when you hated their guts? You always tried to repress your feelings, but some nights you still shamefully found yourself with your hand between your legs, thoughts running wild of Stanford using you like a sex toy.

You quietly seethed over your homework when you heard knocking at your door. You sighed heavily and pushed your chair back, savoring your last Stanford free moments.

You swung the door open and there stood the man that you despised more than everything.

“Stanford.” You said coldly.

“Y/n.” He responded, not even entertaining the idea of making eye contact with you, looking like he wanted to be anywhere else.

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Barely an hour had passed before you two found yourselves locked in a heated argument. A simple disagreement over formatting had boiled over.

“Jesus christ, Stanford why do you have to make everything so fucking difficult?”

“I’M making things difficult? I’m not the one who’s been shooting daggers all night, barely responding to my questions because apparently talking to me is like pulling teeth. What the hell did I ever do to make you hate me this much?”

“Oh you really wanna know why I hate you? Maybe it has something to do with the fact that professors fawn over you for the most menial effort, meanwhile I’ve had to work myself to the bone, slaving away just to earn half the recognition you barely have to lift a finger for.” You spat.

“Well maybe if you kept your legs closed every now and then this wouldn’t be nearly as hard as you make it.”

Hot tears formed in your eyes, you quickly raised a hand and brought it down hard on his face. He stumbled back, his cheeks turning bright red and not from the slap. You looked down, a bulge clearly forming in his pants.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” You thought, quickly growing angrier that he had managed to turn you on like this.

“For fuck’s sake Stanford, are you serious?” You said through gritted teeth.

“I- well I- it’s not like I can help it. I’ve never been slapped before.”

You stared at each other for a moment, the sexual tension building.

“Look,” he pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation “it’s clear we both have some underlying feelings for each other, perhaps it would be for the best if we-“

“Whoa whoa whoa,” you said, cutting him off “maybe you do, but I certainly don’t.”

“Oh please, don’t lie to yourself. I catch you staring at me during lectures all the time, undressing me with your eyes, nothing anywhere like the malice you so pretended to demonstrate tonight. Admit it, you like me. Despite aaaaaall of your personal hangups about my successes, you genuinely have feelings for me.” He said, crossing his arms.

He let his words hang in the air, a smirk creasing his lips. God, he was such a dick.

“Now,” he continued “I was going to say I think it would be best if we just put this to bed, literally.”

“Stanford, no I-“ the blush on your cheeks betrayed you.

He chuckled, tilting your chin up. “I knew it, you want this.”

He pressed a firm kiss to your lips. He was right, you did want this. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t imagined him between your thighs during class. You reached a hand down, fondling his cock over his pants.

“Mmm, fuck.” He groaned into your mouth.

You both began removing each other’s clothes desperately. He looked down at your naked body, his breath shaking. He took your breast in his hand, stroking your nipple with his thumb.

“Do you know the things those brutes in class say about you, about your body? When you walk into the room every man fucks you with their eyes, but you like it that way, don’t you?”

You took his thick cock in your hand and stroked it, he moaned and buried his head in the crook of your neck. He pulled himself away then pointed to the floor. You sank to your knees in front of him and wrapped your fingers around his cock again, pumping the near 8.5 inches in your hand. He tilted his head back, groaning and cursing.

“Put my cock in your mouth, baby.”

You went to slowly take his head in your mouth, but he seized a fistful of your hair and shoved the full length down your throat. You choked and gagged.

“You know I was thinking of being nice, but honestly I think you deserve to be brutally fucked after the way you’ve been acting. How does that sound, princess?”

You nodded with his cock buried in your mouth.

“Good, although honestly I was planning on doing it regardless.”

He gritted his teeth and resumed bucking furiously into your mouth. You to whimpered and gagged around him, tears streaming down your face.

“You’re my little slut now, you understand?”

You let out a muffled “Mhmf.”

“Look at you, letting me fuck your mouth like this. Do you let anyone else do this to you?”

He pulled out to let you answer. “No.”

He shoved his cock back in your mouth. “Let’s keep it that way. I’m not big on- mmf, sharing. I always figured the rumors of you being the campus whore weren’t true. You have too much self respect for that, but I bet you’re so dirty when you’re alone. Picturing me fucking you in every position, touching yourself and cumming with my name on your lips.”

He quickened pace, fucking your mouth rapidly in pure aggression. He growled and his hips stuttered, he was going to cum in your mouth if he kept going like this. He pulled you back by your hair and you took in a gasping breath. He didn’t give you a chance to breathe before picking you up and throwing you facedown on the bed.

He knelt behind you, slapping your ass hard a few times. “There, now I think we’re even.”

His hands pinned your wrists to the bed and he teased your entrance for barely even a second before slamming every inch inside you. You struggled to hold back a loud moan, trying to not let the whole floor know that you were getting absolutely wrecked.

He growled and moved his hands to your hips, fucking you so hard that it felt like his cock was going to split you in half.

“I have a confession to make, y/n.” He breathed between violent thrusts into you. “I saw you, two weeks ago, in the library. You didn’t see me, you leaned down to select a book off the lowest shelf and I could see your panties under your skirt. Pink with black lace. God I- I couldn’t resist, not after watching you eye me up in class. I found a quiet part of the library and stroked my cock to the thought of you.”

He picked up his pace, the slaps of his hips meeting your ass only aroused you more. “When our professor announced the assignment I knew I had to have you. I went and spoke to him after class and convinced him to pair you up with me. And now look at you, taking my cock like the whore you are, just like I knew you would.”

You gripped the sheets in your fingers as he pounded you into the mattress. Jesus fucking christ the idea of him getting worked up because of you was enough to fuel your masturbation fantasies for months. The thought of him stroking himself- in public no less- just because he saw your panties, good god you were going to savor that image in your mind forever.

He flipped you over on your back, kissing you deeply. His hands found your hips and pulled you onto his cock, resuming his aggressive rhythm.

“I love the feeling of fucking you from behind, but I need to see those eyes.”

He slid his hand to your throat, gripping it tightly. You choked out a weak moan and the corners of your vision started to turn to black static.

“God you’re gonna make me fucking cum. I want you to look in my eyes as I breed you, princess.”

He pounded faster and faster, savoring every moan and whimper that passed your lips. You dug your nails into his back causing his cock to twitch and throb, edging him closer by the second to cumming inside you.

“Look into my eyes, look into my eyes as I cum in you.” He demanded.

The sight of your doe eyes looking back at him was what did it. His brutally fast pace faltered and his breathing hitched and as he felt himself release deep in you, his hot cum coating your walls. He moaned your name loudly.

He panted, exhausted and collapsed beside you, trying to catch his breath. You were about to kiss him when he started making his way down your body.

“Stanford what are you-“

“Finishing the job, I’m not about to leave you unsatisfied like some kind of neanderthal would, I’m better than that.” He muttered.

You rolled your eyes, there he goes being arrogant as usual.

He took your clit in his mouth, you reached a hand down and buried it in his hair. He hummed against you, tongue lapping at your delicate nub.

“So desperate for me, aren’t you?” He teased.

“Nnnngh, Stanford.”

He looked up at you and chuckled. “Please, call me Ford.”

He slipped two fingers inside you, curling them against your g-spot. You arched your back instinctively and he held you in place by your hips.

“Getting close already are we?”

“Mmh, I can’t help it, you’re too good at this.”

“Surprisingly research goes a long way. It’s amazing what certain books can teach you.” He said with a devilish smile.

“You fucking nerd, I didn’t say you could stop.” You tightened your grip on his hair and pushed him against your clit, he let out a little “hmf”.

You rocked your hips against his tongue, feeling yourself tip over the edge.

“Ahh hah, oh Ford.”

Your orgasm shook you, hitting you hard. All you could do was focus on your breathing. Ford watched you intently, god you looked so perfect when you came.

He moved himself up on the bed, coming behind you and wrapping an arm around your waist, spooning you.

Goddammit, you really thought you were going to just bottle up your feelings for Ford until the day you died, but here you were in post coital bliss with him pressed against you.

-

The conflicting feelings of fucking the classmate you thought you despised moments ago started to weigh on you, you needed to take the edge off. You rolled out of Ford’s arms and off the bed, his eyes following you. You dug around in your bedside drawer pulling out a small baggie and a glass pipe.

You packed the bowl and flicked the lighter, taking in a long drag. You let out a cloud of smoke and sighed heavily before laying back down next to Ford, who was still watching you. You raised an eyebrow.

“What is it six fingers?”

“Nothing, I just-“

“Lemme guess, those anti drug psa’s really got to you as a kid.”

He looked away, embarrassed.

You rolled your eyes again. “Jesus, you really are a fucking nerd. Here.”

You handed the pipe to him, he took it in his hand, studying it for a second before flicking the lighter taking a deep inhale, you watched him hold his breath and couldn’t help but laugh.

“Dude, holding it doesn’t do anything, breathe.” You snorted.

He took gasping breath and let out a hacking cough, smoke coming out of his nose.

“That’s what they- ack- always do in the movies.” He wheezed.

“For the love of god, you really need to get out more.”

You passed the pipe back and forth for a good while, talking about random shit. By the end of it you were both sufficiently stoned.

You quickly learned that Ford was very affectionate when he was high, he pulled you close against him, nuzzling the back of your neck, peppering your skin with kisses. He traced the curves of your body with his fingers.

“You know, I was starting to think you genuinely hated me.” He murmured into your neck.

You let out a long sigh. “Ford don’t think I ever actually hated you, I envy you. Everything seems to come so easy to you, almost naturally. Your professors love you and- I don’t know- it was just hard not to feel a twinge of jealousy. Like this college wasn’t even my first choice, everywhere else rejected me and I still have to bust my ass just to be seen as being worth anyone’s time.”

Ford took a breath and exhaled deeply. “BMU wasn’t exactly what I had planned on either, I mean, remember what they said at orientation? This is no one’s first choice. My dream school was West Coast Tech, but things… fell through.”

He paused, you could tell there was weight to that last part, memories too painful to say aloud. You didn’t pry.

“Y/n, I want you to understand it hasn’t been easy for me either. I’ve had to work twice as hard just to make something of myself at a school with nonexistent educational standards.”

You felt a pang of guilt for ever assuming this was in any way easy for him. You turned to him, holding his face in your hands and kissing him deeply.

He broke away. “You know I was thinking we could grab coffee in the morning before heading to the library to work on our paper together. I- if you want, that is.” He looked away, nervous.

You smiled and kissed him again. “I’d like that.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You laid your head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around you, kissing your forehead. His breathing deepened as he began to fall asleep. You soon felt your eyelids grow heavy, following Ford into slumber.

[thatonegenshinsimp]

Homework Part 2 (Modern AU fem!reader NSFW)

Part 1 here

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Characters: Childe, Diluc, Aether, Albedo, Kaeya, Alhaitham

Warnings: NSFW, dom!reader, sub!reader, fem!reader, cursing, riding (sex position), squirting, clothed sex, spanking (Kaeya), creampie, slight semi-public sex (Kaeya), dacryphilia

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Childe

Childe was finishing up the last bit of an assignment for one of his classes when you walked in, having just woken up. It was nighttime by now, and you had been asleep because you’d decided to take a nap. You were wearing one of his shirts, which was hanging off of one of your shoulders. You walked over and sat on his lap, resting your head against his chest. “Mmm… how long have I been asleep?” You asked, looking up at him. He ruffled your hair gently as a smile appeared on his face. "You've been out for a little over three hours. Sorry I didn't wake you up sooner." he replied, looking down at you. You were always so adorable whenever you were half asleep like this. You moved on his lap to get comfortable, and were about to fall asleep when you felt him roll his hips against yours. You opened one of your eyes and looked up at him, mumbling to yourself before he leaned down and spoke.

“If you keep moving, I’m not going to be able to control myself for much longer.” He whispered, his voice low and smooth as it hit your ears. You looked up at him before you spoke. “Who said you had to control yourself?” You asked, your face reddening as he reached up under the skirt and hooked his thumbs under your underwear. “You sure you wanna do this right now? You look pretty tired.” He asked, his voice suddenly turning soft again. You nodded, gripping his shirt as you lifted your hips and watched as he threw the underwear on the floor. You kept your hips lifted before feeling him press against your entrance. You whined softly when he slowly slid in, your grip on his shirt tightening. Childe slowly rolled his hips against yours as you tried to take all of him, sighing softly when he finally bottomed out, pressing his hips tightly against yours. “Shh, stay still, hnn~ I still gotta finish my work.” He said, causing you to nod. You sat still and waited for him to finish, slowly adjusting to him as he worked. You still felt sleepy, and subconsciously rocked your hips against his. You hid your face in his chest, continuing to rock your hips against his. “Hey, what did I- Ngh~ what did I say? I need to- ahn~” he moaned softly, such a pretty noise to your ears, which now burned redder than roses. “I’ll take a break- hnng~” he muttered, before setting down his pencil and gently placing his hands on your hips. You felt his grip tighten on your hips as he lifted you up and dropped you back down on his lap. His tip knocked against your cervix, causing you to moan loudly against his chest. “AHh~ Mng~ Ajax!” You squealed, before he started moving faster. You could only hold onto his shoulders as he kept thrusting up into you, hitting all the right spots as you saw stars. “There you go, just let me take it from here, pretty thing.” He cooed, lifting one of your legs to get a better angle. You felt him hit that one spot that made you see stars, and cried out loudly as he kept going, hitting that spot over and over. Your eyes rolled back and your tongue lolled out of your mouth as you came, squirting all over his lap. Your cheeks reddened and you hid your burning face in his shoulder as he came with a groan. He fucked you through it, not a care in the world that you had ruined his sweatpants. He smiled dreamily down at you, slowing his thrusts to where he rocked his hips against yours. Once you had both come down, he looked down at you, who was still hiding your face from him, and laughed when he realized why. "Aww, what's wrong? Are you embarrassed that you made a mess?" he asked, causing you to nod softly. "Aww, don't be. You look so pretty when you cum that hard. Why don't we go again?" he asked, grinning wildly down at you as he spoke. You could only shake your head as you pressed yourself close to him, feeling even more embarrassed. However, when he pulled you back and kissed you, you relaxed a little more. "Are you ok? You look a bit out of it." he said, causing you to nod. "Do you wanna just stay here for a bit?" he guessed, watching as you nodded quietly. "Ok, but this time, you have to stay still, alright?" he asked, causing you to nod. You felt him slowly readjust the two of you to where he was sitting a little more comfortably, before leaning against his chest as you rested. He looked down after a few minutes to ask you something, and then smirked when he saw that you were asleep. He resolved next time to finish his work and then finish inside of you instead of the other way around. He noticed the stain on his sweatpants and sighed. "Man, these were my favorite ones, too." he mumbled to himself.

Diluc

You were finishing up an assignment when Diluc walked into your room, knocking on the doorframe and clearing his throat. "Oh, hey, what is it?" you asked, turning your attention from the assignment to look at him. "Do you mind if I stay here for a bit? Kaeya's decided to be a royal pain in the ass today, and I don't want to deal with him right now." he said, causing you to nod as you rose from your seat. "Sure, do you want to stay with me while I finish this last assignment? We can cuddle afterward if that's what you want." you offered, before noticing the red that tinted his face. "Did... did Kaeya say something to you earlier?" you asked, causing him to shake his head. "No, it's just that..." he trailed off when he saw the doe eyed look you gave him, before he stepped closer and set his things beside the door, kicking it shut behind him. You knew what he wanted to say, and decided to help him out a bit. "Do you want me to sit on your lap while I work, instead? Because I still need to finish this assignment, since it's due tomorrow." you offered, causing him to nod wordlessly.

"Hnng~ Diluc, stay still, m'gonna cum if you don't s-stay- ahh~ stay still." you moaned, gripping the table with one hand as you held your pencil in the other. "Sorry, didn' mean to- ngh~ move." he bit his lip and held back a groan as you shivered slightly. You continued working slowly, rocking your hips against his every so often for a bit of relief. Diluc buried his face in your neck, kissing the sensitive skin before biting down and tugging at it with his teeth. He twitched slightly inside of you, groaning softly as you continued to work slowly. "I'm almost done, just hang in there for a little longer, ok?" you said, causing him to nod. "Ok." he replied, digging his fingers into the soft skin of your thighs. You finished the last problem and put the paper away, before lifting your hips and dropping back down on him, giggling softly as his hips jolted against yours. "Mmh~ you can move now, Diluc." you whispered, causing him to sigh in relief. "Thank you." you heard him whisper, before he stood up slowly and pressed your chest against the desk. "I'm sorry in advance if I make a mess." he mumbled, watching as you nodded softly. He braced himself on one arm and grabbed at your ass with the other, before pulling his hips back and slamming them into yours. After almost an hour of staying still with little to no friction, that alone was enough to make you cum. "Ahhngh~ 'Luc- hnn~ m'cumming- hAH~!" you gripped the desk tightly as he pulled back again and snapped his hips against yours, his knees almost giving out when your walls spasmed around him. You rode out your high slowly, as. "Th-thank you- fuck- thank you so much. Needed you s'bad it hurts." he slurred, kneading your ass as he leaned down and pressed kisses against your upper back, before he pulled back and started thrusting again, causing your walls to keep clenching harder around him. “Hnm~ m’gonna cum- ahhg~!” He pulled his hips taut against yours as he came, leaning down and kissing the back of your neck again. His cum sprayed out in thick ropes of white, filling you up and making you whimper as you leaned against the desk. “Are you ok?” He asked after a minute. “Mhmm~” you hummed softly, before yelping quietly as he flipped you over to get a good look at you. Diluc leaned down and kissed your lips, holding you close as he did so. After he pulled back, he pressed his forehead against yours. “Now then, let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” He asked, causing you to nod.

Aether

You dropped your stuff by the door and made your way past the living room to Aether’s room. You waved to Lumine as you passed her, receiving a wave in return. You and her got along well, and for that, your boyfriend was thankful. You came over to spend some time with him after changing out of your uniform and into a cuter outfit. You knocked on the door, hearing a faint “enter” from the other side of the door. You opened the door and walked in, closing it behind you. “Hey.” You said, walking over and resting your head on top of his as your arms snaked around his waist. “Oh, hey.” He said, turning around to face you. “Homework?” You guessed, causing him to nod. “Yeah, it’s the worst.” He groaned, turning around and going back to his assignment. “Did you finish yours?” He asked, still looking over a particularly difficult problem on the sheet. “Yeah, I brought it with me, if you want help with yours.” You offered. Aether nodded, inviting you to join him on his bed. “We can study like this.” He said, grabbing his homework from the desk and sitting beside you. “Ok, I’m struggling with problem two and problem five now, but I got the other ones.” He said, showing you the sheet. You leaned against him, taking the sheet from him as you spoke. “Problem two takes you back to using the basics of our first unit in this class. You have to think back to simpler problems to solve these.” You said, looking up at him. He picked up his pencil and got his phone, pulling up the lesson and starting to solve the problems he missed. You, meanwhile, were thinking of all the things you wanted him to do to you once the two of you were done. Aether handed you the sheet once he finished the problems and asked you to check it, watching as you looked through them. “Hey, can you do me a favor after this?” He asked. “Depends on the favor.” You replied, giving him a knowing look. Your eyes flicked over to him as his face flushed, and he hid his face in his hands. You laughed, continuing to check over the problems before setting the sheet on the nightstand. “They’re all correct.” You said, causing him to nod softly. You then straddled his lap, leaning in and pressing your lips against his. “I’ve missed you for a while now, why so busy all of a sudden?” You asked. “Mmh, well, finals are coming up, and I've been trying to turn in the mounds of homework the teachers keep giving us now that the year's coming to a close. However, this is, thankfully, the last assignment I have to do before we start going over the final in this class." he said, causing your eyes to light up. "Why are you like this?" he grumbled, hiding his face again. "Because you look absolutely adorable whenever you get all blushy like this." you said, pulling back and starting to unbutton your shirt as you spoke. "Are the walls soundproof? Because if not, we can head over to my place to do this." you said, watching as he gave you a look. "What? I may be horny, but I have standards. Besides, I don't think that Lumine would like to know what the two of us do together in the room next to hers almost every time she's not here." you giggled, causing him to sigh deeply. "She's having a girl's night at Fischl's place tonight, and she's already left by now." he said, making sure he was right when he called for her down the stairs after getting up and opening his door. When silence was all that answered him, he closed his door and got back on his bed with you, letting you straddle him again.

He unbuttoned his shirt and threw it to the side, watching as you went to unzip your skirt. "Keep it on." he mumbled, watching as your face reddened, but you complied with his wishes. You watched him reach under and take your underwear off, throwing them on the floor before he told you to lift your hips a little. You did, lifting them until you felt the pads of his fingers up against your slit. "Gotta stretch you out, or else it'll hurt, right?" he asked, causing you to nod. You sighed softly when he slid two fingers into you, his thumb brushing up against your clit as you leaned against him for support. You grinded your hips against his hand as he drew sloppy circles against your clit, scissoring his fingers inside of you and curling them to hit your sweet spot. "Aether, please." you whispered, causing him to look up at you as he spoke. "Are you sure? I don't want you to hurt yourself." he asked, causing you to nod. "Please." you whispered, gasping when he pulled his fingers out and undid his pants with the other hand, taking his cock out and pumping himself a few times. He grabbed your thigh and slowly guided you down on him, grunting softly as you took him in one go. He fell back against the pillows and let your walls spasm a bit around him, slowly adjusting to the way you were squeezing and clenching around him. His breathing was ragged and uneven as he tried to calm down, but you noticed, and swiveled your hips against his as he throbbed against your gooey walls. "Hnn~ hey, slow down, m'gonna cum if you keep doing that before I'm ready." he whined, gripping your hips tightly. Aether lifted your hips after a minute and groaned when you clenched around him from the sudden movement. You pulled back and looked down at him, slamming your lips against his as you slowly lifted your hips and dropped back down on him. You moaned against his mouth as you reached up and pulled his hair out of its braid, letting it fall loose as you tangled your fingers in it and tugged on it. He kept kissing you, bucking his hips up into yours as he wrapped his arms around your waist and fisted the back of your shirt. You kept bouncing on him, pulling away after a minute as you spoke. "You're such a good- ahH~ such a good kisser, Aether. I just wanna kiss you over and- hAH~ over again." you moaned, your face flushed red as you spoke. He could only babble praises to you as the two of you got closer to your orgasms. He twitched inside of you as he picked up the pace and his thrusts got sloppier. You pulled your hands away from his hair and pressed them against his chest, the contrast between your cold hands and his warm chest making him shiver as he kissed you again. He reached for one of your thighs and lifted it over his shoulder, the new angle serving to force him deeper inside of you. "Mngh~ Aether!" you cried out as he kept you teetering on the edge of your release. "Please, please lemme cum- ahHN~!" you cried out as he hit particularly deep, shoving you over the edge of bliss as you came. He moaned loudly as you spasmed around him, your gummy walls clenching and squeezing him for all he was worth as he fell over the edge after you. He lifted your skirt and saw you sucking him in, keeping him inside of you as you milked him. "Hnng~! Feels s'good when you squeeze me like this." he groaned, letting you have all he could give before he fell back and collapsed against the bed, panting heavily. You slowly came down from your high as he kept rolling his hips against yours, fucking you through it. After a few minutes, you laid down against his chest and locked your ankles around his waist, sighing softly as you spoke. "You're lucky I played it safe tonight and took the pill." you mumbled sleepily, watching as he nodded softly. You were exhausted, but gasped softly when he kissed you, picking you up and flipping the two of you over. "Alright, you had your fun, now it's my turn." he said, looking down at you with a lustful look in his eyes. You better be ready, because you're not leaving that bed until he's fucked you dumb.

Albedo

You were working on your chemistry homework when Albedo, your boyfriend, walked in, turning the chair around as he spoke. "Care to let me help?" he asked, causing you to nod. Albedo took the paper from you and prompted you to get up, taking a seat in the chair and letting you straddle him. You were almost done, and could check the homework so far with the notes, except for the last problem. The last one was a sort of bridge problem into the next unit of the class, which Albedo was excelling in, as always. He was the type to do science experiments in his free time for extra credit and actually have the time to do them, as well as enjoy them. However, he sometimes took it a bit too far, like the time he did one in your house and almost set the kitchen on fire. He had to deep clean the counter tops to get rid of the smell of chemicals so that your parents didn't know. Now, he stuck to more tame ones than that, and usually asked you to help him. "After this, I'll need your assistance for my research. Can you help me with that?" he asked, looking up from the paper at you as he spoke. "Sure, I guess, so long as it's not something as wild as that one time." you said, causing him to shake his head. "No, far from it. The only chemical I can think of that is produced during this particular experiment is dopamine." he explained, confusing you. "Isn't that a chemical that only the brain really produces?" you asked, causing him to nod. "This particular experiment tests how much dopamine the human brain produces when someone is exposed to certain stimuli." he said, fascinating you. "That sounds cool, but it would have to cater to the person's particular interests or wants, wouldn't it?" you asked. "Well, yes, and I've done that. If you want, we can start now." he offered. "Sure." you replied, not knowing what you'd just gotten yourself into. "Alright then, to start, you'll have to trust me." he said, causing you to nod. "Ok, why are you saying that?" you asked, causing him to sigh as you readjusted on his lap for the nth time, causing the tent in his pants to worsen. "I need you to lift your hips a little." he said, causing you to do so. He reached under your skirt, his cold bare hands against your skin causing you to jolt slightly. "H-hey, what are you doing?" you asked nervously, before feeling him hook his thumbs under the waistband of your underwear. He pulled them down and threw them on the floor, before moving on to undo his pants. "I said I'd made sure that the experiment was catered to your wants, unless you're telling me that you don't want to do this?" he asked, causing you to look to the side nervously. “If you’re nervous, then I promise you that I’ll be gentle.” He said, watching as you nodded softly. “Please.” You whispered, hiding your face in his hair. Albedo undid his pants and slid them down, holding your hips in place as he pressed his thumb against your clit and his tip against your slit. “Are you ready? We can take this to the bed if you want to.” He offered. You shook your head and wrapped your arms around his neck, slowly sliding down on him.

His grip on your hips tightened as you slid further down his shaft, his hand going up to cradle the back of your head and pull you closer to press his lips against yours. He bucked his hips up against yours, causing you to gasp softly. He rested his forehead against your shoulder and sighed as he bottomed out, sighing deeply as he relaxed a little. He looked up at you as his face reddened, speaking softly. “I think my experiment is- ngh~ is a success.” He mumbled, kissing your neck. He lifted your hips and dropped you back down on his lap, groaning softly as you moaned from the delicious friction you were receiving. “Ahh~ ‘Bedo, mnh~ m’so full!” You whined, wrapping your arms around his neck as you started lifting your hips again. His spongy tip always hit so deep, his thick girth making you feel nice and full every time. You rested your head on top of his, grinding against him every few thrusts. “Does it- Mngh~ does it feel good?” He asked, bucking his hips up against yours. You could only whine and moan as you slowly lifted your hips and dropped back down on him. He groaned loudly as you spasmed around him, leaning up and kissing your neck. “A-Ahhn~ Hnng~ ‘Bedo please, please lemme cum!” You pleaded, gasping and moaning loudly when he reached upwards and grabbed your breasts, pinching and pulling at your sensitive nipples. “HAH~ please don’t stop- hAhn~! M’so close!” You felt his tip bump up against your cervix as his thrusts got sloppier. “That’s it, just keep- hnng~ keep squeezing me just like that. M’gonna- Anh~!” He moaned softly into your neck as he came, his orgasm triggering yours. You wrapped your legs around his waist and rode out your high with him, his cum slightly leaking out of your stuffed cunt. He scooped it up with two fingers and pushed them right back in, causing you to let out a high pitched whine in protest to his actions. He waited for you to calm down enough to understand what he was saying before he spoke. “Did you like the experiment?” He asked, lifting his head from your neck as he panted softly. You nodded softly, burying your red face in his hair. “Do you want me to stay inside for a little longer?” He asked, causing you to nod again. “Alright, just let me know if you get uncomfortable, ok?” He asked, looking up at you. He was about to say something when he noticed that you were asleep, and eyed the homework on the desk. “Well then, we can’t have you stressing over schoolwork like this, can we?” He asked, speaking to himself. He picked up the pencil and slowly moved the chair back closer to the desk, looking over the problems as you slept. Albedo would surprise you with this tomorrow, even though he didn’t usually help people or do their homework for them, but he felt that he at least owed you that since you were now asleep because of him. He finished the paper and set it down on the desk, before leaning back against the chair as you moved on his lap a little in your sleep. He decided to clean you up, balancing you carefully in his arms as he carried you to the bathroom. He was very tentative as he wiped you down with a warm wet wash rag, before carrying you to the bed and getting in with you. The two of you would wake up later and probably end up just sleeping in what you were wearing now, not that you were complaining, since Albedo always wore such comfortable clothes. He pulled you close to him under the covers and fell asleep, his head against your chest as he rested peacefully.

Kaeya

There were few who disliked Kaeya Alberich, and many who wanted to date him. He was very popular since he was on the track team. Not to mention that he was easy to talk to, and a very social person. You, on the other hand, weren’t, and didn’t really like going to social events all that often. Every time he dragged you out to eat with him and the rest of the track team at Teyvat College, you always just clung to him and let him do the talking. However, going out on such short notice drained your social battery and made you feel exhausted when you got home. Tonight, he was planning on taking you out to dinner with them again, but when he got to your place, he saw that you had on a pair of headphones as you steadily finished your homework.

Kaeya walked up to you and gently lifted the headphones off of your ears, before gently kissing your neck. “Hey there, sweetheart~” he said, causing you to turn around in your chair at your desk and get up. You wrapped your arms around him and hugged him, resting your head against his shoulder. “Hey.” You mumbled, reaching for your headphones. He lifted them out of reach for you, smirking as you huffed softly. “Kae, give them back, please?” You asked, reaching for them again. You stood on your chair and balanced on your toes to reach, grabbing his shoulder and leaning up to get them. You fell forward, causing him to wrap his arms around your legs to balance you as he stepped backward to keep you from falling. Due to your position, he had his face pressed right up against your chest. “Oh my, if I weren’t as smart as I am, I’d say that you did that on purpose.” He said. Your face reddened as he chuckled softly. “Please put me down.” You mumbled, covering your face with your hands. You had been having a bit of an off week, and wanted to relax and stay at home today. You looked down at him as he sighed, setting you down gently. “Do you want to go with me and the guys to dinner? We just finished a meet a few hours ago, so they should be ready by now.” He asked, leaning down and kissing you. “Can we just stay here? It’s been a long week, and I also still have homework to do.” You mumbled, looking up at him. “Hmm, I suppose we could.” He said, handing you back your headphones. You put them on the desk and went to sit back down when Kaeya sat down in your chair and dragged you down into his lap. You looked back at him, but he just gave you a reassuring smile and told you to keep working. “If you’re willing, after you’re done with your work, we can go out and get something to eat just the two of us.” He offered, causing you to nod softly. You picked up your pencil and went back to work, looking over the paper and making sure each problem was filled in correctly.

You pushed yourself forward a bit, before feeling Kaeya’s hands on your hips as he dragged you back onto his lap. He dragged you over the tent in his pants, grunting softly at the feeling of the friction he desperately craved. “Stay still, sweet thing, unless you plan on fixing the problem you just caused.” He said, pushing the chair forward a bit so that you were closer to the desk. He reached under your skirt and hooked his thumbs under the waistband of your underwear, pulling them off and throwing them on the floor. You shuddered when he pressed the pads of his fingers against your slit. He slowly pushed two digits into you, scissoring them to stretch you out. You couldn’t help but grind back against his hand as he fingered you open, cupping a hand over your mouth to keep yourself quiet. “Aww, come on, don’t get all shy on me now.” He cooed, pressing his thumb against your clit. You moaned loudly as he drew hard circles against your clit, curling his fingers to hit your sweet spot. “Ahhn~! Kaeya, I- Ngh~ need to finish my work.” You kept grinding against his fingers, so close to the edge of bliss, but whined softly when he completely pulled them out, smirking down at you. You felt him move his hands to spread your legs, and then heard him unbuckling his belt. Before you could look back, he moved the paper away from you and pressed his tip against your slit, dragging himself against it. You looked back at him and spoke. “Please just let me finish this last problem before anything else.” You said, causing him to sigh. “Fine, I suppose I can wait.” He said, pulling back and letting you finish the problem. Once you were done, you put the paper in your folder and then looked back at him, nodding softly. “Are you sure you want to? While I admire the fact that you’re so very needy right now, I wouldn’t mind waiting until after dinner to do this with you.” He said, turning you around to face him. Your face was flushed and your eyes were half lidded as you nodded softly. “Use your words. I can’t do anything unless you tell me what to do.” He said, causing you to sigh before you spoke. “Yes.” You mumbled against his neck, before yelping as Kaeya quickly turned you around and pressed his tip against your entrance, pinning your chest against the desk. “H-hey, what are you- AAhng~!” He cut you off by shoving himself up to the hilt inside of you, watching as you clawed at the desk and whimpered softly. “Hnn~ look at you, so- ah~ so tight, so warm, all just for me. Isn’t that right, pretty thing?” He asked, taking hold of one of your legs and raising it slightly. He stayed still for a few minutes, and was about to move when his phone rang, causing him to jump a little in surprise. You felt his spongy tip bump up against your cervix, and moaned softly as he bent down and grabbed his phone from his bag beside the desk. The contact displayed was Diluc’s, and despite the rather compromising situation he was in, he still answered the call.

“Hey, where are you? I just got here and you said that you and (Y/N) were going to be here in a few minutes.” He said, clearly annoyed with him. “I’m at her place, she felt bad, so I’m staying here to take care of her this time.” He said, covering his mouth and holding the phone away from himself as you grinded against him. “Why is she feeling bad? She looked to be fine yesterday.” Diluc asked. Your body jolted as Kaeya lifted your skirt and pushed it up your hips, before he reeled his free hand back and brought it down on the fat of your ass, covering your mouth to muffle your cry of surprise and pain. “She’s been feeling a bit under the weather lately is all.” He said, forcing your hips still. You moaned softly, slightly frustrated that he stopped moving, and defiantly pushed your hips back against his. He slapped your ass again, before hearing Diluc speak. “Ok, just tell her that I hope she feels better when we get back next week, since Spring break is almost over. She really can’t afford to miss any more of the lessons in Mr. Zhongli’s class.” He said, sighing. “I will, see you when I get home.” Kaeya replied, before hanging up the phone and setting it back down in his bag. He then turned to you and slapped your ass again. “Needy little slut, you almost gave me away. You should be grateful that I’m so good to you.” He said, continuing to slap your ass. He was about to do it again when you spoke. “M’sorry, Kae, didn’ mean to.” You mumbled, tears in your half lidded eyes as you looked back at him. He sighed, massaging your ass. “Are you ok?” He asked, rolling his hips against yours as you gripped the desk tighter. You panted and moaned softly, turning to look back at him. “S’too much, feels too good.” You whined, before gasping as he kissed your neck. “Shh, shh, relax, sweetheart. I’ll make you feel good.” He cooed, before giving a particularly rough thrust that had you practically sobbing his name. “Nnh~ Kae-ya- AhHn~! R-right there, please- mmnh~!” Tears rolled down your cheeks as he sank his teeth into the area where your neck and collarbone met. You whined and sobbed as he picked up his pace and fucked into you a little rougher. “Does that feel good?” He asked, knowing that you were close. “Mnh~ y-yes- aHh~!” You pushed your hips back to meet his thrusts, before crying out as his thumb found your clit again and started drawing hard circles into your bundle of nerves as his tip hit the spot deep inside of you that made your toes curl and your eyes roll back into your head. You wailed his name as you came, trembling under his touch as he lifted your leg and kept thrusting. “AhHNg~ Kaeya- ahH~!” You felt him twitch inside of you as he spoke. “Do you want it- fuck- inside?” He asked, eyes widening slightly as you nodded softly. “Mmh~ please~!” You sobbed, gasping as he slammed into you one last time and came. You whined and gasped as he fucked you through it, ropes of sticky white filling you up in thick spurts. You grinded back against him and milked him for all he was worth, spasming and squeezing around him as he started slowing down. He finally slowed his hips to a stop against yours, panting softly as you looked back up at him. “Do you feel better now?” He asked, causing you to nod wordlessly. You slowly pushed yourself up and balanced on your forearms, before gasping as he flipped you over onto your back. “Wrap your legs around my waist.” He mumbled. You did as he said, locking your ankles around his waist. Kaeya lifted you up and supported you with his arm underneath you, his other arm keeping you pressed close to him. You held onto him tightly, your eyes shut as you rested against him. He walked over to the bed and got under the covers, unzipping and taking off your skirt. You sighed heavily and relaxed against him as he continued undressing you. When the two of you were both completely undressed, you felt him slowly pull out, whining loudly at the sudden change of stretch. You leaned against him as you slowly fell asleep, with him following soon after.

Alhaitham

Being a student majoring in English, Alhaitham was usually found in the library or in his apartment after the school day ended. If ever you needed to find Alhaitham, Kaveh, his roommate, was the best person to ask. He would find him most of the time in either of these places with a book in his hand and his computer in his lap, studying for the next report that was due in one of his classes. The library was seldom used by others, which is why Alhaitham went there more often than his apartment. However, when he started dating you, that changed, and he started bringing you over to his place to have dinner and study with him. He was often the one who cooked, mostly leaving Kaveh to make his own dinner, but occasionally he made some extra and gave it to him. More often than not, Kaveh just stayed with Cyno and Tighnari in their apartment, spending the night there most of the time.

Alhaitham finally turned in the paper he had been writing for the past two weeks, before turning to look at you, who was on your phone. You were wearing your favorite skirt and your favorite shorts underneath, since today was hotter than usual. You, noticing his gaze on you, looked over at him and smiled softly. “Did you finish the paper?” You asked, watching as he nodded. “Isn’t that the last paper of the year or something?” You asked, moving over closer to him and sitting down on his lap, straddling him. “It is, did you finish your assignments?” He asked, wrapping his arms around your waist as you nodded. “So, what do you wanna do now that we’re both done with our work for the day?” You asked, moving a little on his lap to get more comfortable. “You.” He said, his hold on you tightening a little bit. Your cheeks reddened as you looked at him, before looking away from him and resting your head against his shoulder. He’d always been straightforward like this with his wants from you, but it still caught you off guard every time. “May I?” He asked, looking down at you. You nodded wordlessly, before he lifted your chin to where you were looking at him again. “Use your words.” He said. “Yes.” You muttered, wrapping your legs around his waist and letting him carry you from the living room to his room.

Your back hit his bed as he stared you down. “Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked, his gaze softening slightly as he looked at you. You nodded wordlessly, your eyes half lidded already as Alhaitham pulled your leg up to his shoulder and hooked his thumb under the waistband of your underwear. He slowly slid them off, throwing them on the floor. He threw his belt to the floor and put his headphones on the nightstand, unbuttoning his shirt soon after. He remembered something, and walked to the door to lock it, before walking back to the bed. He then pinned you down against the mattress as he pulled his cock out of his pants. He got under the covers with you and watched as you looked up at him with wide eyes. “Do you want me on top this time or not?” He asked, watching you think for a minute. “I’ll be on top this time.” You said, gasping softly as he flipped the two of you over and held your hips over his. You felt his tip press up against your entrance, and whined loudly as he slid into you slowly. It always felt like too much at first, but he always made sure you were ok before he ever started moving. You moaned loudly as he finally bottomed out, wrapping your legs around his waist as he grunted softly. Alhaitham looked up at you and sighed deeply, muttering a soft “sorry” before he thrusted his hips up against yours. “HnAHhn~!” You held onto him tightly, your nails digging into his broad shoulders underneath his shirt, leaving little red crescent moons in their wake. He loved it when you scratched up his back like this, the sting of your nails digging into his skin bringing a sort of pleasure along with the pain. He grabbed your hips gently with his large hands, grunting softly as he lifted you and let you sink back down on his cock. The moment his spongy tip hit your cervix, you gasped and moaned loudly, before pushing him onto his back against the bed. His head hit the pillow as you looked down at him, spreading your legs further to fit even more of him inside. You grinded down against his lap, your nails scratching up and down his chest. He kept thrusting up into you, the sound of skin on skin reverberating off the walls along with the sound of your moans and the lewd sounds of squelching from between your legs. “AhH~! HnNg~! ‘Haitham- Ngh~ s’big, please- ngHAn~!” You were babbling at this point, and he was dead set on fucking you dumb tonight. “Please what? I need you to use your words, sweetheart, or I don’t know what to do.” He said, giving a particularly rough thrust that had you moaning and clenching tightly around him. “Come on, you can tell me.” He coaxed, his palms gently cupping your face. “Mngh~ please cum inside. I wanna feel you so bad, wanna feel you deep inside- AhNng~!” You moaned, tears welling up in your eyes as his hips slammed upwards into yours. “Mnh~ since you asked so sweetly…” he groaned loudly as you leaned down and kissed him, locking your ankles around his waist. “Look at you, such a sweet mess for my eyes alone.” He hummed, gently taking your hands into his. Your tears rolled down your cheeks as you all but sobbed his name, teetering on the edge of blissful release. Your eyes rolled back and your tongue lolled out of your mouth as you came, clenching and squeezing around his cock as you squirted on his lap. Alhaitham grabbed at your hips and slammed them down against his, a low moan leaving his lips as he came. His cum filled you up in thick spurts that painted your gooey walls white. Your cunt sucked him right back in as he rocked his hips against yours to ride out his high, milking his heavy balls dry. You came down slowly, gasping and panting as you flopped down on his chest, exhausted from so much pleasure and overwhelming stimulation.

Alhaitham looked at you as you hid your face in his neck, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close as he looked down at his lap. “These were my favorite pants, naughty girl.” He teased, his voice a low rumble in your ear. He knew you weren’t even halfway paying attention to him, but he didn’t care. He flipped the two of you over and pulled out slowly, kissing you to silence your whines of displeasure. You slowly relaxed against the bed, covering your eyes as his cum leaked out of your sensitive cunt. He picked you up and carried you to the bathroom to clean you off. He slowly undressed you and himself completely, leaving your clothes and his in a pile on the floor beside the door. You sighed deeply as your skin made contact with the warm water, relaxing almost instantly. You hummed softly as he got in the water with you, pulling you closer as he spoke. “We can get out in a few minutes when you’re ready, ok?” He asked, causing you to nod. After what felt like an hour, you’d finally relaxed completely, and felt lucid enough to say something as he finished conditioning your hair. “Can we get out now?” You asked, looking back at him. “Of course we can. Are you sure you want to?” He asked, watching as you nodded wordlessly. Alhaitham got up and out of the bath to get some towels, returning several minutes later with a few in his arms. He slowly helped you sit on the rim of the bath and wrapped you up in the towel. “I changed the sheets, that’s why I was gone a little longer.” He said, carrying you to the bed. You sighed, letting him take care of you as you dozed off in his arms. He set you down under the covers and dried himself off, before getting in bed with you and falling asleep with you in his strong arms.

Perhaps he could end study sessions like this more often.

[xo-hugs-n-kisses-ox]

Rumination

Ruminate

(v.) To think about something deeply

After Edward left her, Bella Swan fell apart. Desperate to try and save his eldest daughter, Charlie brings his youngest daughter to Forks to see if she can bring her sister out of her depression.

Now, y/n must try to help her sister find her way back to the light while also trying to navigate her Junior year of high school in the odd town of Forks.

Chapter Seven: Confrontation

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Now playing: Monsters by Hurricane Bells

Warnings: mentions of heart attacks resulting in death (Harry Clearwater), mentions of suicide (Bella jumping off the cliff at La Push), cursing, mentions of funerals, Edward is introduced (his dramatic ass is a warning in and of itself I’m afraid)

Everyone keeps trying to force Paul and I into the same space. It’s driving me mad.

I don’t want to talk to him until he apologizes, and he’s been stubbornly silent on that front. All I want is an apology for his actions, and all’s forgiven. Mostly.

It makes me snappish and irritable whenever anyone tries to force proximity between the two of us. It has a similar effect on Paul, who’s taken to staying out of the house.

Sam and Jacob keep giving Paul meaningful, pointed little looks that I don’t understand. Even Bella’s been roped into their bullshit, dragging me along with her to Emily’s when she knows Paul is there.

Victoria’s still being hunted by the pack, so it’s not like I could just stay home. As much as I’m starting to resent it, I’m safer at the Rez.

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“Why haven’t you been hanging out with me recently?” Max demands, sitting down beside me in Physics. I sigh.

“Max, I’ve been busy—”

“With work? Chelsea said you quit.” I didn’t like how accusatory he sounded, and my already touchy nerves bristled.

“I have shit to do outside of school Max,” I tell him, my voice harsher than I intended, “Sorry if I have t been able to make room in my schedule for everything for the last week.”

“Don’t act like that,” he hissed, “You’ve been ditching me to go to the are with your other friends and—”

The bell rings, cutting him off. He gives me a long look before muttering, “We’ll talk about this later.”

I sigh forcefully, knowing that this day was just going to go to shit.

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I was right.

The day did go to shit. I failed my math test, US History assigned a shit ton of homework due by the end of the week, and Max wouldn’t leave me alone about my six day absence in his life.

He managed to corner me before I could escape to my truck, pulling me aside by the side of the school.

I sighed, “Max, I really don’t have time for this today—”

“You don’t have time for me ever, anymore.” He challenged, interrupting me. I stared at him flatly and he scoffed, “Don’t give me that look, you know I’m right. You’ve been running off with those freaks from the reservation, the ones in the gang!”

I made a face before I could stop myself, “They aren’t in a gang, you moron,” I told him, “And they aren’t freaks, either.”

He scoffed, “Whatever, Y/n. You know, after you dropped that freak, Paul, or whoever, I thought we had something going, you know? But now you’re running back to him like a—”

He cut himself off, and I quickly demanded, “Like a what, Max?”

He just shook his head, “Run back to your freak show already, they’re waiting for you.”

He turned and left, and I stomped towards my truck. Bella and Jacob were already waiting for me, and Jared was sitting in the bed of the truck as he peered over at me.

“What was that about?” Bella asked, getting into the passenger’s seat as Jacob hopped into the back with Jared.

“Nothing.” I hissed, slamming the door shut and peeling out of the parking lot.

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We all got to Emily’s and Bella was quick to shower and change.

I sat with Emily as she made stew, telling her about my day. Dinner was ready at seven thirty sharp, and everyone rallied around the table as Bella helped me plate all the food.

Quill, Embry, and Paul walked in just as I put rolls onto their plates. The three of them washed up quickly, and Paul sniffed.

“Trouble in paradise, Y/n?” He taunted, “Doesn’t smell like that horrendous cologne rubbed off on you today.”

Fed up with bullshit for the day, I slammed his plate in front of him and grabbed my own, marching back to the room Bella and I had taken over to eat by myself.

“You’re so full of shit, Paul,” Jacob hissed at him, but I slammed the door before I heard anything else.

Tears welled up in my eyes, but I refused to cry. In a house full of werewolves, they would all hear it, and I refused to give Paul the satisfaction.

After a minute, Bella came into the room and sat beside me on the floor. She ate her food without speaking, sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with me as tears streamed silently down my face.

“Do you want to go back to Charlie’s?” She asked, and I took a deep breath.

“No,” I said, “It’s fine.”

She was quiet for a moment more, “You and I will skip school tomorrow, go on a hike. Get some fresh air.”

I nodded, finishing my food.

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The next day, Bella and I went out for a hike early. We left at six in the morning, driving to the La Push trails.

We went together for a while, eating lunch at a scenic outlook. She went on towards the cliffs at the beach, but I stayed behind.

I sat hugging my knees as I thought.

Paul was an asshole. I wanted to hit him. Max was a dick. It was only partially justified.

Sam made me want to bash my head in. He needs to stop trying to shove Paul and I into making up. I’m about to tell Emily that if he keeps doing it, I’m staying at Charlie’s exclusively.

No, that would probably only make him force Paul to babysit my house.

I don’t know how long I sat there, but I eventually got back up and started to make my way back to Bella. A lot formed in my chest, and I hurried back over there. Before I knew it, I was running towards her, breaking the tree line and seeing her standing on the cliff before me, looking at the waves.

I was about to call out to her when she jumped, letting herself fall towards the waves.

A scream ripped from my throat as I shoved my backpack and jacket off, running out of my shoes as I dove after her.

I watched her hit the water as I began to plummet, and I prayed that I could catch her and that she wasn’t trying to kill herself by drowning or blunt-force trauma from the surface of the water.

When I hit the water, the temperature made me gasp. I choked out the water before diving to try and find my sister. I held my breath as long as I could before I had to resurface, diving back under as soon as air entered my lungs.

I kicked against the current and my hand snagged on something. I looked over and saw Bella, her eyes closed as she laid motionless in the water. I grabbed her under the arms and hauled her back to the surface, swimming as fast as I could towards the shore.

It was the adrenaline, I was sure, that let me get to the sand. If I wasn’t to worried about my sister dying, I probably would have drowned myself.

I dragged her onto the sandy beach, watching as Jacob came sprinting over. I was shaking, her hand clutched in mine, as I watched him get her to breathe again.

Fat tears rolled down my cheeks as I sobbed, cold and distressed. Jacob picked Bella up and hands pulled me towards a chest. With the adrenaline fading, and the cold getting to me, I was too tired to see who had picked me up and just let it happen.

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I woke back up before Bella did. My eyes opened, and I saw her face in front of mine. Her eyes were closed, but she was breathing.

I exhaled, relief flooding my system.

“You’re awake,” Emily said, her beautiful face coming into my line of sight.

“Yeah,” I croaked, sitting up.

She looked like she had been crying.

“What happened?” I asked, knowing she wouldn’t have wasted tears on Bella and I when we had survived.

She looked at me for a moment before speaking quietly, “Harry Clearwater had a heart attack. They’re arranging his funeral now.”

I lurched forward to hug her tightly, “Emily, I’m so sorry, oh my god.”

She sniffed, “Everyone’s over there to comfort Sue and their kids. Your dad, too.”

The two of us sat there for a long while before we both laid down in the bed. Emily fell asleep quickly, exhausted from crying. I just stared at the ceiling.

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Jacob took us back to Charlie’s house when he heard we were awake. We got there, however, and he froze.

“There’s a vampire in there—” he started, but Bella shoved past him. I followed, assuming that it was Edward.

I grabbed a cast iron pan from the stove and yelled, “Edward, you sickly dickhead! Come here so I can beat your ass!”

I stormed into the living room and swung in instinct when I saw the shape of someone who wasn’t my sister or Jacob. The small woman dodged it easily, looking at me grimly.

She opened her mouth, but spotted Bella and launched herself at her for a hug.

“Wait! Wait!” Bella yelled at Jacob and I, “It’s Alice! This is Alice!”

I watched her warily, the pan still clutched tight in my fists. My sister cried as she hugged the woman, Alice.

“Oh, Bella, how are you alive?” She asked, “I saw you jump, I saw your sister jump after you, but—”

She took a breath and continued, “I saw you go into the water and I waited and waited for you to come up, but you didn't. What happened? And how could you do that to Charlie? Did you stop to think what this would do to him? And my brother? Do you have any idea what Edward–” She cut herself off, looking to me.

“Why did she jump, Y/n?” She asked, and she said my name with such familiarity that it was unnerving.

“For fun, she said.” I informed her, “She wasn’t trying to kill herself.”

“Why did I not see you pull her out, then?” Alice pondered, “I saw you coming to Forks, I saw you hiking, I saw you jump after her, but I couldn’t see anything after you got within a yard of the beach.”

“Jacob and Paul pulled us out of the water from there. Jake got Bella breathing again, and they took us to the reservation.” I told her, watching as her face went slack with understanding.

She pinned Jacob with a stare, “I thought she drowned,” She said slowly, “Because I can’t see past you and your pack of mutts—”

“Watch it, Alice,” I warned, “Him and his pack of wolves are the reason Bella and I are still alive, and Jacob’s the reason Bella’s even a functioning person today.”

She sniffed, conceding, “I suppose.”

Bella and Alice caught up with each other in her room. Jacob and I sat with Charlie at the dining room table.

He told us stories of Harry Clearwater, seeming dazed that he was dead. He kept flipping between past and present tense when talking about him.

Charlie went off to bed a while after.

The phone rang, and Jacob picked it up. Carlisle was calling, asking for Charlie.

“Now’s not a good time,” Jacob said, “Charlie just got back from arranging a funeral—”

The line went dead.

Not a second later, Bella and Alice flew down the stairs and lunged for the phone, only to hear the dial tone.

“What did you do?” Bella demanded, and I whipped my head to look at her critically.

“Jacob didn’t do shit, Carlisle asked for Charlie and Jake told him that he had come back from arranging a funeral—”

“That wasn’t Carlisle,” Alice said quietly, staring into the distance, “Edward thinks Bella’s dead. He’s going to the Volturi to—”

“Hold on, the who?” I demanded, but was ignored by both my sister and her guest. I looked to Jacob, and he mouthed, “Vampire Police?”

“I have to go save him—!” Bella said, trying to walk past me.

“Wait a damn minute, Bella,” I said, stopping her, “Save who? That sickly piece of shit who left you when things got hard?”

“Edward’s going to get himself killed!” She shrieked, and I scoffed.

“He nearly killed you, and you’re rushing to his rescue because he’s jumping to conclusions instead of asking for confirmation?” I demanded, and Bella pursed her lips.

“You would do it for Paul,” she told me, “No matter how angry you were or what he did, you would still go save him if he was trying to kill himself. Just like you did for me today.”

I was silent for a long moment.

“I’ll tell Charlie where you went,” I said finally, “But I won’t stop you. You’re eighteen now, anyway.”

She smiled, hugging me tightly before rushing off towards Alice’s car. Jacob chased after her, and I went upstairs to shower.

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Am I team Edward? Am I team Jacob? The answer is, for cannon, neither. I was originally soooo team Edward when I watched/read the first movie/book, but during New Moon I loved the werewolves (still do obvi) and I did love Jacob so much until Meyer completely nerfed his and Quil’s characters by making them imprint on CHILDREN

Fanfiction’s free game though, I’ll eat it up no matter who it’s about.

Anyway, hope yall enjoyed!! Lmk what you guys think and if yall want to see anything specific/have a request for anything, let me know!! I’m open to writing for whoever and about almost anything ☺️

Bye bye for now (I’ll post again tmr)

[falling-star-cygnus]

yet again, i find myself projecting my issues onto Alhaitham

does anyone else type//write out homonyms instead of the word they actually want to spell?? is this too niche?? -> i.e: wait=weight, week=weak, threw=through

Akademiya timeline: Kaveh and Alhaitham are doing their homework together, they take turns proofing Kaveh, squinting: um... Haitham? Did you mean to write 'wait'? Alhaitham: Yes, why? Kaveh: This is a math assignment.

Alhaitham is staring down at his paper, reading and rereading the same sentence over and over again Alhaitham: Something is wrong here, but I don't know what Tighnari, peeking over his shoulder: …you used the wrong 'right' Alhaitham, aggressively crossing out the paragraph: goddamnit.

Present timeline: Cyno is reading over an assignment given to him by the Acting Grand Sage, aka Alhaitham, with a slightly pained look Cyno: *looking between his page and Alhaitham, back and forth* Alhaitham, without looking up from his paperwork: Is there a problem, General? Cyno: Not particularly, did you mean to write- Alhaitham: I used the wrong spelling, didn't I. Cyno: …yees He thunks his head onto the desk

[mulletpermsicantlookaway]

The Jockification of Jeremy, Part 3: Chase Makes His Choice

(For Parts 1 and 2 and the earlier stories this is a sequel to, see the earlier posts.)

I ended up not seeing Chase for nearly two weeks. I had sent him one or two texts. He hadn’t answered them, but he’d read them. I finally sent: “Bro, we need to talk”, and he replied: “I can’t hear you when you speak jockinese”. That made me mad, as I’m sure he wanted, but I realized that he was just lashing out. I felt bad for him, but I still couldn’t make up my mind what to do. I could just give him the Cup and wait for him to start to turn, but I kept remembering Coach Sanders saying that I might not need it. What had he been trying to tell me? I tried to think it through: I hadn’t needed the Cup for myself. Why? Because I had made out with James and Steve, apparently. So, was he telling me that Chase might start to turn into a jock if we made out? Maybe that was what he meant, but the chances of that seemed slim, since Chase wouldn’t even look at me now. And then I suddenly realized that I was overthinking it; the problem was really very simple: was Chase in love with me or not? If he was, then he’d still be in love with me – even though I’d become a jock. And if he wasn’t, then our friendship was over, because the two of us had nothing in common anymore. So I had to find out whether he loved me. And that meant I would have to see him again, whether he wanted to see me or not.

I had thought about asking one of the bros to help. Derek, for example, could easily have just picked Chase up and carried him to me. But that was a stupid idea. Even if it worked, it would just make Chase mad. And this was my problem, not my bros’ problem. If anyone was going to pick Chase up and carry him around, I would be the one to do it; I was getting big enough.

I put everything into one last effort to persuade Chase to see me. I sent him this: “Plz. Gotta talk 2 u just 1nce more. And then will leave u alone if that’s what u want. Plz I need u.”

He replied: “I nu I shd hve blocked u. OK. Will meet. Where?”

“My place.”

My parents were happy to see Chase again, because they hadn’t seen him now for weeks and were wondering why we weren’t friends anymore. I don’t know if they noticed how uncomfortable he looked, but he didn’t linger downstairs. We went right up to my room.

“Okay, Jeremy, what’s the big emergency? What do you need me for? Because I’m not doing homework for you or any other dumb jock, just so you know that.”

“I didn’t ask you here to do my homework, bro, I can do it myself.”

“Yeah, but how well, bro? What’d you get on that last history assignment? A C?”

“A B Minus, actually. I know it wasn’t my best, but I had a basketball game and a wrestling match that week. Anyway, I’m getting my grades back up. I have to anyway. Anything lower than a C-, I get kicked off the team.”

“And that would be a tragedy, that would. What the hell happened to you, Jeremy? Why are you acting like this? I can’t stand jocks. I really can’t. I can’t even look at you. And it smells like a locker room in here. Do you ever wash your jockstraps?”

“Yeah, I do, but I’m a big boy now, and big boys sweat. It’s not a crime, bro.”

“Maybe not, but the stink in here is. Yeah, you’re a big boy all right, Jeremy. I’ll grant you that. You’re about a foot taller than I am now, and judging from how you look in the tank tops and shorts you wear even this time of year, you’ve been packing on the muscle. And the body hair, too.  Geez. Look at you. I guess you’ve turned into your own wet dream, eh, Jeremy? You always did have a thing for jocks. But I still can’t figure out how you turned into one.  Did those neanderthals kidnap you, brainwash you, and pump you full of steroids?”

“I don’t take steroids, bro. Steroids shrink your balls. I think even you know that.”

“Okay, I’ll concede on that point. Even from here, I can tell you don’t have shrunken balls, unless you’ve been stuffing rocks in your jockstrap. Geez, Jeremy, how do walk around with those? And what the eff happened to your dick? It wasn’t like that before.”

“There, bro, you can manage to look at me when you want to. Glad you’re impressed, but I didn’t ask you over here to discuss my package.”

“Then what did you ask me here for, Jeremy? If it wasn’t for me to do your homework or admire the size of your balls, then what did you want from me?”

“This,” I said, pulling him to me and kissing him.

He struggled a bit at first, but I held him firmly, and pretty soon he was giving back as much as he was getting. His tongue pushed hungrily into my mouth. A minute later, though, he pulled away. “Damn it, Jeremy,” he said. “Did you have to do that? You’re big, you’re dumb, and you stink. I can’t. I just can’t.”

I put my hand on his rigid cock, which was tenting his pants, and said, “This is telling a different story, isn’t it Chase? You want to know why I asked you over? To tell you that I love you. I think I always loved you. I missed you so much. And I’m pretty sure you love me, too. Am I right?”

“Damn you,” Chase said, starting to kiss me again. He didn’t come up for air for a couple more minutes. “Fuck. I hate this. You want me to say it, don’t you? Yes, I love you. There. I said it. I think I’ve always loved you. Damn it.”

“But bro, I’m big and dumb, and I stink.”

“Yeah, I know,” said Chase. “And I still love you, you big, hot lunkhead. Although I’m starting to wonder how dumb you really are. You seem to know how to push all of my buttons. Now shut up and let’s get back to work. And stop calling me ‘Bro’!”

We got back to work. For such a little dude with zero experience that I knew of, he gave me a thorough workout. Once he finally got to it, I mean, he just went nuts. It was as if I’d broken some kind of barrier down inside him, and now that it was gone, he couldn’t get enough of me. I couldn’t believe little Chase could be such an animal. When we finally finished, we were both sweating heavily. Chase said, “I’m sorry. I had to do that or I was going to go crazy.”

“You did go crazy, bro. And nothing to be sorry for. I had a great time.”

“I did, too. Damn it. Why, Jeremy? I don’t like jocks.”

“Could’ve fooled me, bro”.

“Yeah, I know. I guess I like this jock. I love you, Jeremy. You were right about that. Well, we’ve certainly had a night. Now are you going to send me packing? Don’t you have a freshman to stuff into a locker or something, or a game to play?”

“Chase, dude, I love you like crazy, but you really need to get over your hate, okay? I’ve changed. I know it hasn’t been easy for you, but you need to be okay with that.”

“I know, Jeremy. I’ve just really been having trouble dealing with you as a jock. I thought I’d lost you forever, and it made me mean. I’m sorry. I know whatever changes you’ve been going through, it’s not your fault, and I haven’t been a good friend to you lately. But it’s hard for me to get used to. You really do smell like jock, you know, and now I’ve got that smell all over me. I feel a little queasy now, honestly.”

“I’m sorry about the jock smell, bro, honestly, I am, but I think you’re going to have to just live with it. I shower, like, every day. Sometimes more than once.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry, too. You’re right; I’ll just have to get used to it. I don’t know. Maybe it’s not so bad. Anyway, if that’s what I have to put up with, I’ll have to put up with it.”

“Bro, you’re sure you’re okay? Your voice is getting kind of hoarse.”

“Still a bit dizzy or whatever, but I feel fine otherwise,” he said, his voice cracking. “My throat’s just a little scratchy.”

I smiled, thinking Chase probably wouldn’t be needing that cup after all. “Bro,” I continued, “I know you’re not exactly interested in going out for a sport right now, but I just wanted to let you know that you owe Coach Sanders a huge favor.”

“Not sure I follow you, Jeremy. Why do I owe Coach Sanders a favor?”

“Because he was the one who told me not to give up on our friendship. Bro, I was so, like, sad that you weren’t talking to me that I went to ask his advice. And he was super nice and super helpful about it, and he made so much sense. And he told me pretty much what you said, bro, about you having trouble dealing with it that I had changed so much so fast. And I asked him to talk to you, and he said he would if I wanted, but that I shouldn’t, you know, underrate our friendship, and I could talk to you better than he could. And he was right.”

“Yeah,” agreed Chase. “He was right. I guess I do owe him a favor, then.”

“Yeah, bro,” I said, kissing Chase again lightly. “Anyway, it’d be great for you to talk to him sometime. He’s a great guy.”

“I’m sure he is, Jeremy. And maybe, maybe, if you value his opinion so much, I can persuade him to get you down to using ‘Bro’ every other sentence.” I pantomimed punching him in the arm and he laughed. “Sorry, Jeremy, but I couldn’t resist that one. It’s okay. But yeah, I’ll talk to him sometime, if it means that much to you.”

“It’s good to hear you laugh again, bro. I’ve missed that.” Then I kissed him again, and we got down to business for another round.

Chase ended up spending the night. It was pure ecstasy for us, because neither of us wanted to be away from the other. But the next morning, we had school, and the alarm was a rude awakening from our blissful night.

Chase said he felt great in the morning, but his voice was so hoarse he could barely talk above a whisper: “Jeremy,” Chase croaked, “I’m going to stink so bad at school. You think I have time for a shower?”

I kissed him again and said, “Don’t shower yet, babe. Please. You smell like me, and I want every guy at school to know you’re mine.”

Chase laughed, “Okay, Jeremy. I guess you marked me as your mate. Just for you, because I love you, I won’t shower until I get home tonight. Anything else you want?”

“Just one more thing, you ever worn a jock, babe? No, of course you haven’t. Here’s one of mine. I want you to wear it to school today.”

“Geez, Jeremy, I mean, that’s sweet, and a little gross, but how is one of your jockstraps going to fit me? It’ll be all stretched out from your monster cock and balls.”

“You’ll see,” I said. “Let me get it on you. You’d be surprised how well these things recover from being stretched out. If it won’t stay on you by itself right now, you just put a pair of briefs over it. Wait, I think I still have a few of my old ones that don’t fit me anymore.” So I positioned one of my used jockstraps over his package and then put a pair of my old briefs over it, and once I got in place, I said, “Now you’ll be able to feel that you’re mine all day long.”

“Ooh, that feels strange. Really strange. But it’s kind of nice. It makes me feel warm and tingly, all over. But I guess I’d better get dressed now.”

Chase kissed me again, and then he started pulling on his pants and shirt from last night. “That’s funny, Jeremy,” he whispered. “My pants are little tight.”

“Well, you’ve got a little extra material there now, bro. I’m sure your pants will stretch out a bit once you’ve had them on for a bit.”

We went to school together, but we didn’t have any classes together until after lunch, so I didn’t see him again until lunchtime. We ate lunch together. Chase was feeling fine, he said, but he was really hungry, and he got seconds, which he never did normally. He was clearing his throat a lot, and when he talked, his voice alternated between sounding hoarse and cracking. To me, his Adam’s apple already looked a little more prominent, but it could have been my imagination. He looked a little sweaty, too, but I said nothing about it.

“Jeremy,” he said, “I just wanted to let you know that I’m trying to get used to the jock smell, I really am, but I feel stinky and sweaty, and I’m really looking forward to a shower.”

“It’s okay, little bro. I just wanted to be sure you and everyone else knew you were mine.”

“Very cute, Jeremy. But I keep thinking your jock friends are staring at me.”

Chase had a point; some of them did seem to be staring, particularly James and Steve, who looked over several times.

“Don’t worry about my bros, babe,” I said. “No one’s going to mess with you now that you’re my boyfriend.”

But I was curious as to what James and Steve were talking about; they were clearly having a couple chat that no one else was in on.

After school, I had basketball practice. Before practice, I swung by Coach Sanders’s office to return the cup and thank him again. He was at his desk. I closed the door and said, “Coach, I wanted to thank you so much for helping me with Chase. I ended up not needing this, so I wanted to get it back to you.” I handed him the cup.

He said nothing until he had carefully put the cup back into the same file drawer he’d retrieved it from originally, and then he said, “So, big guy, how’d things go?”

“Awesomely. You were right about trusting our friendship, Coach. I think I’d been in love with him for a long time, and I told him so, and it turned out he was in love with me, too. Now we’re officially boyfriends, and I couldn’t be happier.”

“Love’s a powerful thing, Jeremy. I’m glad for you. So, Chase is dealing with your changes better now?”

“Definitely, Coach. And, if I’m right, he’ll probably be ready to talk to you about joining up in a week or two.”

The coach chuckled. “Big guy, if you were smiling any harder, I think your face would split. Okay, Jeremy, I can read between the lines. We’ll keep an eye on Chase and make sure he turns out all right.”

“Thanks, Coach. I owe you a lot.”

“You’re welcome, Jeremy. I owe you a lot, too.”

I didn’t see Chase again that night, but we texted. Other than his voice, he was feeling fine. The next morning at school, James lumbered up behind me, reached up, and clasped a meaty hand on my shoulder: “Sup, bro. Why don’t we take a walk to my office. It’s time for another counseling session.” He had one of those one-eyebrow-raised jock smirks on his face, so it was hard to tell if he was amused or irritated. I followed him to the most out-of-the way men’s room in the school. No one was inside.

“Haven’t been in here for a while. Brings back memories – sort of.” I looked at him, puzzled, and he sighed. “Never mind. It’s just that this place has seen a few interesting scenes in my life, bro, but that’s another story. If these walls could talk! I’m just glad I didn’t have to kick any nerds out of here this time. We need a little privacy.”

“What’s up, James? Why’d you bring me here? I’m confused.”

“You do seem to have that problem sometimes, bro. Were you a little dense before you changed, or did you lose a few IQ points in the process?  Anyway, the last time you and I talked, we were talking about your future. But you’re not a little bro anymore, not at all. You’ve turned out fine. No, it’s not your future I’m worried about. Steve-o and I noticed your little friend at lunch. What’s his name? Chase? So, what’s going on with your little friend, Chase, bro?”

“Something wrong with him, bro?” I asked, as innocently as I could.

“You do like to push your luck, don’t you? I’m still a lot bigger than you are. And, unlike some of our bros, I’m not stupid, and neither is Steve. I’m starting to suspect you’re not as dumb as you come off, either.”

“Your point, dude?”

“I’m getting there,” James continued with a glare. “Patience is a virtue, bro. I don’t know what all you know or may have heard about Steve and me and some of the stuff that used to go on around here. Let me just tell you that I have plenty of experience seeing nerds and geeks turn into jocks. I can recognize the signs sooner than most. Don’t hold out on me, bro. I’m not asking because I’m nosy. There might be more involved than you know about. So, give. What happened to Chase? Why is he starting to turn?”

“He’s my boyfriend, bro. That’s what happened. He and I had been in love since, like, forever, but he was having trouble with me being a jock. Anyway, we reconciled the night before last.”

James’s smirk deepened. “Oh, that’ll be fun. Too much fun. That is fucking awesome! I’ve got to say, bro, I suspected something like that. Look, it really wouldn’t be any of my business, except that I want to make sure your little bro Chase is okay. Protocol is, as you know, that we only hang around with other bros, so you and Chase were attracting some attention. You don’t need to give me a play-by-play, but he already looks like he’s turning fast. You did that just by making out with him?”

“Well, yeah, bro. I mean, we did it – a lot – that first night. And I did talk him into wearing one of my jockstraps. I think it helps. I, uh, wore that one of yours for over a week, I think.”

“Kind of hard to remember stuff from before, isn’t it bro?” said James softly. “It was Steve’s, by the way, not that it really matters. We knew it was Steve you really wanted to make out with. I don’t blame you; he is incredibly hot, after all. Look, bro, I know it doesn’t matter now, but you have to realize that we had no idea that making out with us was going to make you turn. We just wanted you to have some fun – and leave us alone.”

“Bro, seriously, it’s okay. I’m super happy with my life. I mean, I know I used to be different, but now I can’t really remember what I was like before. I mean, I remember my life and all the facts and all that, but I can’t remember what it felt like, you know?”

“Yeah, I do know, actually,” James said, almost in a whisper. “Your old life is like a dream you barely remember, and every day it fades a bit more, because you were always like this, and that dream, bro, it never happened.”

“Yeah, it’s exactly like that,” I said, excitedly. But James sighed; he was looking away from me toward his reflection in the mirror. His smirk was gone, and his face was utterly blank. I was a bit disconcerted, but I continued, “And Chase, well, I didn’t know what would happen, but I figured that, since we loved each other so much, it would turn out okay no matter what. But dude, we made out so many times that night, and by morning, I could already tell he was starting to change. So I figured, okay then, we’ll just be another hot jock couple like you and Steve.”

“Yeah, I suppose you will be at that, bro,” James said, his customary smirk pointed at me again. “Other people will start noticing soon. You’ll want to keep a close eye on him for now. And talk to one of the coaches, probably Sanders, the basketball coach. He was the one Derek talked to about you. Sanders was around when all this stuff started going on, and he must know something. I’ll bet Halvorson, the wrestling coach, does, too.  The football coach, you know, the new one, don’t go to him. He’s a great coach and all, but he doesn’t know anything about this kind of, um, special case.”

“All taken care of, bro. I had already talked to Coach Sanders about Chase, and I talked to him again yesterday before practice. He was the one who encouraged me to reconcile with Chase in the first place, and I’m glad I did.”

“Interesting, bro, very interesting. He actually encouraged you to reconcile with Chase? I’m surprised. Pleasantly, but surprised. I don’t know Coach Sanders, really. I’m not on the basketball team, and I’ve never really talked to him, but I’m glad he isn’t a homophobe. That was one of the problems with the old football coach. So, I’m assuming Coach Sanders must have some or all of the old football coach’s videos.”

“Yeah, bro, I watched one of those, and he said he had some of the old coach’s stuff, just not all of it. I asked him if the video would help Chase, and he told me it would, but I might need something special to help as well. But I ended up not needing it, so I gave it back to him.”

“Whoa, dude,” said James. “What the fuck! You don’t mean he actually still has…”  James leaned right into my face and whispered so softly I almost couldn’t hear him. “Does Sanders actually still have a cup? Is that what he gave you?”

“Yeah, bro, that’s what he gave me,” I whispered back.

I’d almost never seen James look anything but cocky, but whatever was going through his head had wiped the usual smirk off his face again. His eyes were as round as basketballs. “No shit,” he finally said, quietly. “Steve-o and I thought they were all long gone, along with the old football coach. And Sanders still has one?”

“Bro,” I whispered. “I know he told me not to talk about this at all, but I think he said they had very few left, so doesn’t that mean there must be more than one?”

“Holy shit,” said James. “Okay, bro, do not, I repeat, do not, say a word about any of this to anyone. Absolutely not. And don’t let on to Coach Sanders that you told me. The less you know about those things the better. Bro, I am so glad you didn’t have to use one of those on Chase. What you two did was a lot more fun, for you and for him, and if all goes well, little Chase will never know what hit him.” He paused. “We’re done with our discussion, bro, but, just out of curiosity, do you remember any of the video Coach Sanders had you watch?”

“Well, I remember that it was really good, and I enjoyed it, but no, I don’t honestly remember what it was about. Why?”

“Professional curiosity. I’m studying biology, not that I exactly bring that up at practice with the bros. But I’m curious about the process – if you follow me. I think, bro, that it’s not just one video that you watched. I think there’s more than one, and I’m not sure if we all see the same ones or not. But that’s just a feeling I have. I have zero evidence, and I can’t remember any more of the video than you do. I’ll be curious to find out if Chase remembers anything when his turn comes. Speaking of coming,” he said with a chuckle, “Make sure you get him to come as soon as you can, you know, after he’s done. It’ll help him finish adjusting. He’ll probably be super horny anyway, but it he’s not, get him horny, okay, bro?”

“Okay, bro,” I said with a grin. “That’ll be a pleasure. But what’s so bad about those cups, anyway?”

“Look, bro, forget about the cups. Just be very, very glad you never had to wear one. Trust me.” And with that he left.

To be continued

[jellybeanium124]

so today illymation released the video: "why sunday school SCARED me." and I wanna talk about the absolute most baffling thing to me about this video.

I'm a reform jew, and went to hebrew school from age 5 to 16, or from kindergarten through 11th grade. my temple's hebrew school is split up into two main phases: k-6, which is more tradition hebrew school and happened during the day on sundays, and our hebrew high school program for 7-12 (it had a specific hebrew name but I'm just gonna call it HHS because I don't wanna accidentally doxx myself). secondly, 4-6th graders attended hebrew school twice a week, on sundays and in the evenings on a week day, to give them more time to practice learning prayers for their b'nai mitzvah in a few years.

so illy talks about her experiences growing up lutheran, and her experiences at lutheran sunday school. and most of that experience was... memorizing. their homework assignments involved memorizing bible verses. their confirmation "test" involved memorizing the 10 commandments and all the books in the bible, along with a one page essay on "what jesus means to me." and for her lutheran church, confirmation happened in 7th grade, and confirmation class was from 5-7.

and this just. baffled me.

because, okay, the early years of hebrew school? like, k-3? it's all memorization and being told what to believe. I remember being a teacher's aid for a second grade class when I was 15 and the teacher just told them stories and stuff about gd and they were also starting to learn to read the hebrew alphabet.

but as kids got older, there was so much more conversation. yes, 4-6 did involve a lot of just memorizing prayers for your b'nai mitzvah, but we also talked about jewish teachings and beliefs, and we were all allowed to have our own relationships with gd. by the time you enter HHS, the teachers don't even have any expectation that you believe in gd at all, and the classrooms were much more open, almost socratic style class, with everyone asking questions and learning and sharing their different opinions. we didn't spend those hours just memorizing things, certainly not as tweens and teens. my 7th grade year at HHS was spent learning about the holocaust, not memorizing passages from the tanakh.

now, because I'm reform, we stole confirmation, and the reform movement does that at 15. it's sort of a mini b'nai mitzvah for the whole class, and it wasn't a test, we were leading a service as a group. now, yes, again, there was some memorization involved (prayers, a song we sung as a class), but our classes in 10th grade weren't focused on memorizing things, we'd sit in a circle and talk about different issues and topics related to judaism. we'd talk about current events and our personal experiences with antisemitism.

there's this... emptiness to the way illy talks about her sunday school experiences. for other people who grew up christian, is this what sunday school was like for you? memorizing bible verses? my only experience with christian sunday school is from the simpsons, and those scenes are usually a bit more interesting because it's a tv show lol and they're not gonna have pointless scenes of making the kids learn bible verses. and I will admit my hebrew school may be an outlier. my parents HAAAAAATED their hebrew schools growing up, saying it was boring and meaningless and as soon as they were b'nai mitzvahed they were out of there like a shot. I think my mom even joked about leaving a her-shaped hole in the wall once lol.

anyways the idea that sunday school = memorization blew my mind. is illy's experience common???