#you will want to fucking scream. you gotta have some good fucking teachers or be able to run off spite alone

[brooooswriting]

Could you please write Leighton giving r some lessons in math cause r is terrible but needs to pass the course

R going with leighton to shop different things

Progressing to a relationship

You can do whatever you desire with this 😅

Tutors to lovers

Every day, your parents showed that they knew nothing about you. You didn't wanna go to Essex, and you definitely didn't wanna take advanced math, but they made sure that it was impossible for you to get out of it. Their demands on you were crazy; a 3.7 GPA was what they called terrible. And with your current understanding of advanced math? You were so fucked, and the person sitting next to you thought the same thing.

“Psst, look. You gotta divide this by 4, and then you have to calculate its root. Then you have 6 as the value of on x.” Leighton whispered to you, hoping to help you understand what the teacher was doing at the front. But the way you looked at her so helplessly and confused made her laugh louder than she intended to.

After class, you quickly stopped the blonde before she could walk out. “Leighton, hey. Thank you for trying to help me. Can I buy you a coffee as a thanks?” you asked with a small smile. She looked at you for a second before nodding. “Alright, then follow me” you walked out and towards sips, making small talk on the way there.

“After you,” you mumbled as you opened the door to the coffee shop for her. She thanked you and walked in, looking around the place. “What? Have you never been here before?” you asked with a small laugh, signaling that you were joking.

She looked at you for a moment before scrunching up her nose a bit and shaking her head. “No, never been. Not the biggest fan of cheap coffee and of whatever it smells like in here.” You grinned slightly as you walked toward the counter, your wallet already in hand.

“Yeah, well, I would have taken you to a more fancy place, but we both have another class in 20 minutes, and a good coffee is like 15 minutes away.” Leighton nodded, an understanding look on her face as you stepped up to the counter. After she told you what she wants to drink, you turn towards the counter again. “Oh, hey, Kimberly. How are you? Can I get two iced lattes and two blueberry muffins?”

“Y/n, it's so great to see you. I'm fine, thank you. How are you?” you talked for a bit while you paid, and she made your coffee, the blonde only standing behind you. “Alright, here you are. Have a great day, see you later Leighton” Both of you said goodbye before sitting on a park bank outside.

“So, can I ask you something?” Leighton asked as you played with her straw. You nodded, waiting for her to ask as you watched people walk by. “Why are you taking advanced math? Not to be rude, but you suck at it”

You laughed slightly before taking a deep breath. “Well, my father took it, my mother took it and my sister at Harvard is taking it. So, even if I suck at it and hate it, I have to take it too. But it seems like I’m failing it” you explained, looking at her for a second before continuing, “unlessssss someone would be willing to tutor me.” The grin you sent her made her smile while looking down at the bench to hide her slight blush.

“You know what, fine. Why not. Come by my dorm tomorrow at 5 ok?” The blonde didn’t even wait for an answer before she walked off, joining Bella on her way to the next class.

The next day you arrived at her dorm at 5 pm sharp, being greeted by Kimberly and Whitney who sat in their common room. “Hey y/n, Leighton is still in her room” Kimberly started but was quickly interrupted.

“Oh my god Bella” leighton screamed from inside their room, “can’t you just fuck him anywhere else? Jeez, i have a tutoring lesson in here”

“This isn’t just your room Leighton. This is our room and it’s made for sleeping” Bella argued back making you girls in the living room giggle.

“Dude, that’s so fucked from you. Keep away from my bed! If one thing is out of place later you’re in trouble!” The three of you stopped giggling as Leighton stormed out of the door, nearly running into you. “Y/n, let’s go. We gonna go to the library or some shit because somebody is being intolerable” she screamed the last part making you laugh.

“Alright, come on. You gotta calm down” you pulled Leighton out of the room, saying goodbye to the rest of her dorm mates. You went into the library where you sat down, and minutes later you were desperate for it to stop.

“Y/n, cmon. You gotta concentrate dude, it’s not that hard” the blonde complained as she went over the same exercise again and again.

“It may not be hard for you blondie, but I’m dying over here. I would even fail basic math class, there is no way I’ll ever pass this shit” you whimpered out, letting your head hit the table. Normally, stupid and dramatic behavior like this would have annoyed the shit out of her but when you did it? Well it was kinda cute.

“Ok, let’s start new ok? We will start at zero and once you’re at one we will get something to eat?” At the word ‘eat’ you immediately perked up, sitting straighter to find new concentration.

It took over an hour for you to get to at least one but Leighton was sure that the hardest work was now done. Or at least she hoped. “So, cafeteria?” You asked as you stuffed all your books into your bag. You received a nod and took off, happy to finally get some food.

Since your first lesson Leighton helped you during class and like two times a week for an hour to four, depending on how fucked you were. And finally, you went from an E to a c- and you were getting even better. The connection between you and Leighton also got better from time to time, creating a strong and unexpected bond.

‘If I have to listen to any of my roommates even one more second, I’m going to kill all of them and then myself”

You couldn’t help but giggle at Leighton text, parents weekend was coming up again and it made her more nervous every day. And while she, even if she won’t admit, actually loved her roommates their chattiness and stuff could get to her.

‘Be outside your dorm in 2’

You texted back, quickly putting on your shoes and jacket before grabbing your wallet and car keys. In the matter of minutes you stood in front of a perfectly styled blonde who wore an annoyed look until she saw you. It was quickly being replaced with a smile as she walked toward you. “So, why’d you want me to be here?” She asked with a giddy voice, as she couldn’t wait to hear what you planned.

“Let’s go to my car and then I’ll tell you” you lead her to your jeep outside of the campus. “My lady” you grinned as you opened the door for her and stretched out your hand to help her inside.

“Thank you very much, such a gentleman. Sooo where are we going?” She studied your face as you pulled out of the parking lot.

“We are going to do something that relaxes you like nothing else”

“What?” She asked, quite confused.

“We are going shopping” you grinned as you drove on to the highway, “but we might have to drive like an hour or something, there’s nothing close that has your standards” her jaw fell as you stopped talking. She couldnt believe that you actually knew where she liked to shop and that you were just out here driving her there.

“You’re kidding right?” She asked, a squeal leaving her when she figured out that you were telling the truth. “That’s so sweet, thank you”

After over an hour of comfortable driving you finally parked your car near her favorite shops. “Alright princess, let’s go” you grinned as you opened the passenger door, your hand stretched out to help her out. “Where to first?”

Your first shop was YSL which leighton already left with two begs. Or rather you as you immediately took the bags so she could look around in the next shop which was Balenciaga and then Prada, Givenchy, Versace, Dior, Louis Vuitton, and Tom Ford.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to carry anything?” The blonde asked as she could barely see you underneath all the bags you carried for her. At least one of each brand, or rather at least two of each brand. She couldn’t deny that it was extremely cute, the way you did all of this for her.

“Positive. Are you sure you don’t wanna go anywhere else anymore?” You asked as she walked back to the car. If you were really quiet you could hear her credit card scream.

“Yeah, but maybe we could go and eat something at a real restaurant?”

“Sure, what did you have in mind?” You asked while putting the bags in the trunk, the blonde standing next to you. After she found a restaurant she liked you made your way there, even from the outside you could see that it was really fancy. “Are you sure I can go inside like this?” You weren’t dressed badly but definitely not as expensive as her which made you unsure of your outfit.

“Of course, you look good” the smile she sent you made your heart beat faster and your face flush a little red. “Now Let’s go, I’m starving” she was out of the car in the matter of seconds, waiting for you to join her. Once you left the car you walked next to each other, your hands constantly brushing against the other ones. You had heard that Leighton was not a big pda fan so you guessed that it was an accident. But you didn’t pull away in case of this being on purpose.

After you guys ate it was already late and the eventful day was catching up to her as she fell asleep in the car. You smiled at the sight, she looked a lot calmer than most of the time and you couldn’t see one bit of the stress from this morning. When you had to stop on a red light you retrieved your jacket from the backseat and put it over her to act like a blanket.

You carefully tapped her shoulder to wake her up which didn’t work. “Leighton, we are here. Cmon, wake up” you whispered and shook her shoulder.

“M awake” she grumbled as her eyes slowly opened.

“Good, take the time that I need to get your backs to wake up okay?” She gave you a small nod before you disappeared, wondering how you carried all those bags before. After you finally got each and every bag on you, you walked back to the passenger seat where Leighton was finally awake.

“Alright, let’s go” she jumped out of the car, your jacket now over her shoulders and her pinky linked with yours as she pulled you along to her dorm. “You can just put them down over there” she told you as she pointed to the corner next to her closet. “Thank you, a lot. The last days were really stressful and today made me forget about it” you smiled at her, taking a step forward.

“It was my pleasure. Weirdly, I can’t think of anything better than carrying your bags for you” she giggles shyly and also takes a step toward you. Your hand gravitates towards her waist while hers carefully rests on your shoulder. You leaned in further, your lips slightly touching as your hand tightened around her waist. But before you could do anything else, Bella came in.

“Leighton! Guess what” she started to scream out, making you pull away quickly. Your hands left her waist and were immediately pushed into your pockets. “Oh my god, did I just cockblock you?” The dark haired girl screamed even louder making both of you cringe.

“No, no you didn’t. I gotta go, I have class really early tomorrow. Thanks again Leigh and I’ll see you around Bella” you quickly left the room without looking back but you could still feel the blondes nerves.

You decided that you’d talk to her tomorrow, it was late and she probably had to listen to Bella ramble about whatever was going on. So tomorrow just seemed like the safer option, at least until it was later the next day and you still haven’t seen her. It was Friday which meant that you didn’t have a course with her and you were extremely busy. But as you were scared that she might think that you were trying to avoid her.

“Sad I didn’t see you today. Sorry I left so quickly, but I couldn’t stay after Bella said whatever she said. Can’t wait to see you again :)”

You took a deep breath before hitting send. By now you were scarred that she might be avoiding you and that she was actually very unhappy about the kiss. What you didn’t know was that Leightons heart started to beat faster when she saw your name pop up on her screen. She was scared of what might now be between you two after you left so suddenly.

“Whose text are you smiling at like that?” Whitney asked as they all sat in the common room. While she did try to annoy her roommate she was more than happy to see her friend like this.

“None of your business” she grumbled, her smile still being very apparent.

“Oh, I bet it’s y/n” Kimberly shyly added. She was good with Leighton but she sometimes still scared her.

“Gosh, they would be a hot ass couple. Y/n’s hot. Damn you’re a lucky lady” Bella said, slapping her hand on the blondes leg which made her glare at her.

“Remember how I said none of your business?” They all laughed as she returned to her phone.

“Get that, wished I could have left too. I thought you were avoiding me. I’ll see you tomorrow right? Are u bringing ur parents to math too?”

You immediately opened the chat, not giving a damn about seeming needy.

“Ofc, that’s the only reason they’re coming. Couldn’t dream of avoiding u, wanna meet up before math tomorrow?”

After you talked about when and where you’d meet tomorrow you texted her goodnight and went to sleep, your mind filled with pictures of the blonde.

The next morning you were up way too early but when your parents came you had to get ready a lot more than normally. “There you are y/n” your mother called out as she walked up to you with open arms, a fake smile on her face. You hugged all of them as a greeting before standing opposite of them.

“Alright, we will go to that parents thing and then we will come to your math class ok?” Your father didn’t wait for an answer as they walked away making you sigh. You, just as many others, were more than happy about this parents thing today. It gave you some peace and quiet.

Leighton was waiting for you in front of the lecture room, the new bag she bought with you slung over her shoulder. “Hey” you smiled shyly as walked up to her, her face adorned with a similar one.

“Hello” she looked around before continuing to talk, “I am so happy about this parent meeting. I was about to kill myself” you laughed nodding.

“You’re telling that to me? My parents asked about this course before asking about me. And I wish I were joking” both of you laughed before just staring at each other for a moment. In a moment of confidence the blonde pulled you into the empty room, she smiled brightly as she noticed that you happily followed.

The moment the door closed, your hands were on her hips and hers were cupping the back of your neck. You didn’t need any words before your lips crashed against each other, her scent developing you whole. Without breaking the kiss you guided her against the wall, her back making harsh contact with it. “Sorry” you mumbled when she gasped, barely breaking the kiss. You kept making out until the blondes phone started to ring.

“Let it ring” she mumbled when she noticed that you were pulling away. You laughed and tried to pull away again but she kept pulling you closer or chasing your lips.

“Leigh, I’d love to keep making out. Trust me. But our parents are gonna come soon and if I had to guess I’d say that this is your dad” you explained as you pulled away, your hands rubbing along her hips. She groaned before looking at her phone, seeing that you were right. With another groan she answered the phone, the arm around your neck keeping you close. Since you got bored when she was on the phone, you started to lightly kiss her neck up and down.

She bit her lip to stop her giggles, but she didn’t push you away. Instead she pulled you even closer, just waiting to hang up. When she finally did, she gave you a quick kiss. “My parents will be here in 10 minutes” she told you, her fingers playing with the baby hair on the back of your neck.

“Then we should probably fix your makeup and my hair huh?” You asked as one of your hands ran through your hair. When you received a nod you opened your hand for her to give you her pocket mirror so she could see what she was doing.

“You’re a great mirror holder babe” she joked when she was done freshening up her makeup and then fixed your hair for you.

“Babe?” You grinned watching her face fall and her confidence suddenly replaced with doubt.

“I mean- yeah, we are- I thought” you decided to interrupt her as her behavior freaked you out. A not confident Leighton was a new world.

“You thought right, I was just messing with you. Cmere” you pulled her closer for another kiss, that quickly turned into multiple small pecks.

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N” your mothers voice suddenly rang.

Gosh, you were fucked.

[cowgurrrl]

Little Wind

Pairing: Joel Miller x art teacher!reader

Author’s note: we are so fucking back dude

Summary: Caught out [1.6k]

“I don’t know what we need to talk about, Marnie.” You say as you walk into your apartment and throw your car keys in the dish by the door. You told her you would call her once you weren’t navigating icy roads which was partly true. You also just needed a second to prepare yourself for this conversation. “He’s a good dad. He helped out with my field trip to the McNay. I have no worries about Ellie’s safety if that’s what this is about.”

“What happened at the winter showcase?” She asks, her tone sharp. Was she there? If she was, she didn’t talk to you or make herself known. Fuck. There’s no way this can be about what you think it’s about. You’ve been careful. Going out of your way to go somewhere far away from the school and any students that might appear out of nowhere. There’ve been a few times where you’ve been a little reckless but you had it under control.

“Ellie had an anxiety attack. I sat with her and her dad in the stairwell until it passed.” You say, attempting to shrug off the cloud of worry that’s settled on your shoulders.

“And the visits to your classroom almost every week?”

“Jesus, are you spying on me?” You breathe a laugh but she doesn’t humor you. She only waits for a response. “My projector’s been broken and he’s trying to fix it for me since my work orders keep getting denied. Is there anything else I can confirm or deny for you?” You ask, glancing at your half-finished canvas as you pace. You can’t sit still. Not when she’s calling you during your break and interrogating you. She sighs and you can imagine her pinching the bridge of her nose.

“If administration finds out about this-“

“Finds out about what? My broken projector?”

“That you’re sleeping with one of your student's parents.” Your back molars buzz at her words and a wave of nausea hits you. You shake your head and take a deep breath.

“That’s not funny. You could get me fired for saying things like that.”

“Oh, c’mon, honey. This may be a big city but people talk like it’s a small town,” she says. You feel caught but you don’t want her to know that. “She’s good. She could go to State and win scholarships. But if the judges find out that you gave her any special treatment because of your relationship with her dad, not only will they fire you but you will ruin any chance she has at getting better.”

“This is ridiculous.” You say and she huffs on the other line.

“No, what’s ridiculous is the thought that you’d put your students’ well-being at risk so you can fuck around with a parent. Did you ever stop to think how Ellie might react if she finds out about this? How this might affect her?” She asks like you’re stupid. Of course, you have. It’s been the idea pressing on your brain since before the field trip.

You just never thought it’d get this far.

You think it’d break her heart if she found out. You think she’d curse and scream at you and you’d deserve it. You think she’d never want to see you again or worse, never want to make art again. The world needs Ellie’s art even if she doesn’t know it yet. And you fucked it up.

“You have until Spring Break to either break up with him or say something to Martinez.”

“Or what?”

“I will.” She says with alarming clarity.

“You know, it’s been really nice talking to you, Marnie, but I’ve gotta go do some lesson plans.” You hang up before she can respond and practically throw your phone away from you. Your head swims and you have to clutch the back of a chair to steady yourself.

What the fuck? How did she even find out? She saw you once at Whataburger months ago and now she has eyes and ears watching you? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You need to tell Joel or cut contact entirely. At this point, you don’t know which is the right option. You don’t make enough money from the bar and commissions to stop teaching. You’re only on the second step of submissions for a gallery and you haven’t even finished the paintings you want to send them. And Marnie’s right, Ellie is really good. She got second place at the showcase, which didn’t surprise you, and now she has the opportunity to get her own small exhibition if she sends in her work soon.

You can’t do this. You shouldn’t have ever done this. You shouldn’t have let him into your life. You shouldn’t have put your phone number in his phone or let him sit at your bar or fucking beg him to come over like you did barely a week ago. You should’ve kept your head down and done your lesson plans and art history lessons like the good, perfect teacher you’ll never be.

You don’t know what to do with this heavy feeling in your chest, guilt and anger, and a sense of loss swirling around your ribs until you look at the lone empty canvas lying on your kitchen table. It’s the last unpainted one you have and probably the last one you’ll be able to afford for a little bit. You were saving it for something special but you can’t wait for special anymore. You have to get this out.

Without thinking, you grab the first paints your hands touch and walk out to your balcony. There’s already no way you’re getting your deposit back so you might as well make it worth it. You haphazardly put up a cloth behind the canvas before you start taking literal handfuls of paint and throwing it. Reds, purples, lumpy, half-dried-out blacks, and green splatter across the white, ruining the last bit of pure material that you had. The cold wind whips around your face and blows dust and even kicks up a few rocks that get stuck in the wet paint. Colors sprint down to kiss the pavement and leave a strange conglomeration of colors near your back door. You’re so caught up in the sloppy, angry dispersal of paint that you almost don’t realize you’re crying until a sob escapes your throat.

For the first time in a long time, you were so happy. Just deliriously, stupidly, dangerously happy. You let yourself relax and get comfortable and open up because it felt right only to be hit with the reminder that things like that aren’t reserved for you. You’ve consistently picked everyone else over yourself because that’s what teachers are supposed to do. Maybe Henry was right. Maybe you would’ve been much better suited to being the silent muse who wants for nothing. At least then you’d be able to pay your bills.

You slump onto the frigid concrete of your balcony, your paint-soaked hands shaking in front of you, and stare at the canvas. It has a weird texture from all the dirt and debris getting flown your way and the wind has made streaks in all different directions. The colors are objectively ugly together. They swirl and drip in mysterious and formless ways. It’s gritty There’s no story being told here. There’s no shape, no dimension, nothing. Your college professors would rip this to shreds if they could see it.

But the gallery might want it.

Before you can talk yourself out of it, you push yourself off the floor, scrub your freezing hands raw in the sink, wipe your tears, and send a picture of the painting to the gallery. You title the email “Something Different,” and quickly type out a message.

Hey,

Finished up some stuff today and thought you might like it. It’s something a little different. It’s called ‘Spring Break.’

You shoot out the email and turn off your phone, too anxious to watch your inbox for a response. You leave your canvas out to dry but bring in all your paint because you can’t afford to lose that much paint to the elements especially after you just finished heaping globs of it around. You don’t feel much better. You still feel the weight of Marnie’s words pressing on your lungs and the fizzing in your molars. You feel, ironically, like a girl in a painting you saw years ago.

You remember it was painted by Leighton sometime in the 1800’s. Although you can’t remember the exact historical details, you can see the painting clearly in your head. A bride and groom are stopped by a knight leaving their wedding ceremony after being showered with pink flowers. There’s a battle happening and they need the groom to join the fight. His new wife, young and dressed in white, watches the conversation and knows there’s nothing she can do. Her husband’s hand is already on his sword. He’s going to leave and die on the battlefield and she’s going to go home a widow. They’re both helpless and doomed to their obligations: him to his brothers in arms and her to her marriage.

You think you and Joel are doomed in the same way. There’s not a whole lot either of you can do to change your fate. Maybe if you had met him at a different time— maybe if the couple got married on a different day— things might have worked out for the better. You might’ve been happy. You might’ve had a minuscule chance at having something good for yourself.

But good fate never made for good art. You know this now. You feel it in your bones.

There is no other way.

[aangell333]

thong snatching eli ‘hawk’ moskowitz x reader 💌🌸

summary: hawk winds up stealing his crush’s panties and is suddenly overcome with panic and not a single idea what to do… until he fully realised what he’s stolen

warnings: part one? maybe? kinda pervy!hawk, male masturbation, hawk having a borderline crisis, kinda mean!hawk, typical tutor x tutee, hawk’s fantasies

END IS NOT PROOFREAD.

“eli, can I talk to you after class with y/n please?” mr palmer asked.

“uh, sure. I gotta get to karate, though, so make it quick. and it’s hawk.” hawk replied snappily. his poor science teacher sighed and shook his head as he walked away. “when are these teachers gonna learn, dude?”

“y/n? as in y/l/n?” miguel asked hawk from the seat beside him, ignoring the mohawk-ed boy’s moody grumbling.

“I’m pretty sure that out of all the kids you’ve bullied in the school, I don’t think you’ve even acknowledged her!” from the table behind, demitri cracked a joke in his dry, sarcastic humour; earning a snort from miguel and a glare from hawk.

“dude, I don’t bully girls.” hawk replied in a slight mutter.

“yes. you do.” sam replied from the table in front of him and miguel, turning in her chair.

“h-hey sam…” miguel swooned.

“since when?” hawk demanded, his face scrunching. “besides, we’re getting off-track! who’s this y/n girl?”

“that’s her.” aisha pointed over sam’s shoulder to you. hawk glanced over at you and scoffed.

��she looks like a mega nerd.” he and miguel snickered.

“she is not! don’t diss my back-up bestie like that. she’s actually super cool.” yasmine said from beside demitri.

“whatever.” hawk rolled his eyes.

truth was, hawk did know who you were. god, did he know. maybe hawk was acting like he didn’t know you, but eli was screaming inside of him at even being in the same room as you. as eli, he had had the biggest crush on you. he would be jittery everytime you were around, he would blush at the thought of you- fuck, he’d even forget about his lip around you! you had consumed his every thought since middle school. so yeah, there was a reason hawk ‘hadn’t even acknowledged you’.

so when the end of class finally rolled around and hawk found himself stood beside you in front of the teacher’s desk, he had to contain eli like a fucking animal into a cage. shoved deep down so he could act like hawk — cool, calm, collected, and super fucking hot.

“eli-“

“-hawk.” mr palmer sighed as hawk corrected him.

“you’re falling behind. your grades are falling and it’s causing your gpa to decline. we can’t have that. that’s why I’ve asked y/n here to tutor you. lucky for you, she’s said yes.” at his words, hawk’s stomach turned into a rampage of butterflies. that flew up to his throat when you threw him a warm smile. “now, as you know, there was an… incident in the library yesterday due to some… karate enthusiasts. so y/n has very kindly agreed to tutor you at her home. in her own time. do you understand?”

“b-but that’s my time too! time I could be practicing karate!” hawk exclaimed before he realised the situation. you. y/n y/l/n. eli and hawk’s long, long, long, long term crush. would be tutoring him. at his home. out of school hours. “nevermind it doesn’t matter. when do we start?”

“whenever you want.” mr palmer smiled triumphantly.

“I’m free today?” you suggested. hawk’s heart melted at your words.

“y-yeah. today is good.” he stuttered back.

“didn’t you snap at me not twenty minutes ago about having karate practice-“

“cancelled. I’m completely free.” hawk melted even more as you beamed at him.

“great. wanna go now?” at your words, hawk could only deftly nod. “great!”

god, eli had only ever dreamed of being in your room. it was a perfect reflection of you. in every way.

“sorry it’s a little messy,” you laughed sheepishly as you picked up a few things off of the floor. but he didn’t care about any form mess at all. “still definitely no to a drink? or anything to eat?”

“I’m fine, honestly. thank you, though.” he said, placing his bag on your bed and standing almost awkwardly. he watched as you placed your bag on your desk and began unpacking folders and books.

“so, what would you like to focus on first?” you asked, your back still to him. hawk couldn’t help but glance at your jean-clad ass, a smirk crawling onto his lips.

“uh, anything you want to really,” he replied, his eyes unable to drag away from the sight before him.

“I was thinking start from the beginning? and I just talk you through it? you can make me stop or start again whenever you like.” he couldn’t help but smile as you turned around with the big science textbook in your hands. he nodded.

“sure. sounds good to me.” his heart melted further at the sight of your relieved smile. you were obviously glad your taking charge hadn’t upset the temperamental boy.

you turned back around and began setting stuff up.

“you sit in this chair-“ you pointed to the plush desk chair beside you. “- i’ll go grab one for me.”

you walked out of the room and eli looked around. a small hamper in the corner of the room caught his eye and he smirked as he imagined the contents. he heard your footsteps descending the staircase and decided it couldn’t hurt to peek. and that’s what he did.

cracking the lid open, he was pleasantly surprised by how a black, cotton thong sat on top of your worn clothes. he smirked.

he hadn’t meant to snatch it, but he had picked it up and had to contain a groan at the sight of white streaks where your cunt had rubbed against it for an entire day; you must’ve been needy that day. and when he had heard your footsteps coming back up, he only had one thought in his empty mind.

hide it.

so he had stuffed the panties into one of the unassuming pockets of his cargo pants and headed out of the door.

“hey, do you need help with that chair?” he chuckled.

he sat on his bed, his hands shaking and eyes wide. why the fuck had he gone and snatched the poor girl’s panties? he cursed himself for his horny thoughts.

he turned the skimpy fabric over in his hands and his breath hitched when he caught another sight of those white streaks. going out on a whim, an unsure one at that, he brought the cotten closer to his face and took a smell.

fuck.

how does someone’s cunt smell so good?

he felt his half-hard cock twitch in his boxers. he took another sniff, this time inhaling harder. his eyes rolled back as your most intimate scent invaded his senses and he couldn’t help palming himself through his cargos.

he wiggled his hand into his cargos and palmed himself through his boxers. he felt too constrained. he shimmied off his cargos and chucked them aside before reaching into his boxers and grabbing his hardening cock.

inhaling again, he began stroking. nice and slowly. he ran his thumb over his slit and the thighs in his muscles briefly clenched. he spat into his hand before resuming his strokes, soon building up speed.

he’d never felt this way about a girl. so fucking horny and desperate that he steals her dirty panties to jerk off to. but, alas, that was what he was doing. he jerked his fist harder, his hips bucking as he pressed the fabric to his nose and tried to suppress his moans. you just smelt so good, it was intoxicating.

he pictured you, studying away at your desk in your cute room with a cute little frown on your face, completely oblivious to his perverted actions. he squeezed his dick slightly and moaned at the feeling, imagining it was you clenching around him. his thoughts wandered to fucking you. having you under him, on top of him, in front of him and bent in two as he pounded into you from behind.

he wanted you in every way possible.

if fate should allow it, he thought.

but his mind soon wandered back to the wildly inappropriate thoughts of you sucking him, licking him, riding him, anything where he was inside of you. and god it made his dick strain.

his release hit him before he could register it, the only thing his mind acknowledging being your scent in his nose and fogging up his mind like a mirror after a hot shower.

his cum leaked through his boxers, staining them a dark shade of grey. he cursed himself as post-nut clarity washed over him.

and he vowed to slip you your panties back during your next study session…

…after he’d taken them for another few spins.

[f4ggydog]

imwsuch a BIG shautie dickrider and ur fics for them are soooo fucking hot..... professor sadecki and student lottie.... sneaking around n shit

OH MY GOOTNESS WHAT A REQUESTTTT (and thank u so much for enjoying my stuff I love making u guys happy…or hard🫣🫣🫣)

omg older teacher shauna who had a fixation on lottie the second she first stepped into that classroom. the rich girl’s been one of her favorite students from the start, but as soon as she got to know lottie in class, god her attraction ramped up so much worse.

lottie always made the effort to participate in class and make the most out of class discussions. she would always ask professor sadecki questions and seemed to take genuine interest in her subject compared to most of the other students just here for the degree and good job.

it got serious when professor sadecki would start curving lottie’s test grades, intentionally making her correct answers worth more than everyone else’s or pretending that she got certain answers right when they were incorrect. lottie started to get suspicious of her professor’s bias when she slowly clearly bombed one test and yet she received one of the highest grades in the class.

from that day on, lottie started behaving more like a tease for her teacher. she’d come into class with shorter skirts or more revealing outfits or would sit at her professor’s desk during class. lottie would even offer to help grade her professor’s work after hours.

at some point, professor sadecki lost her mind. her crush was interfering with her focus during class. it was gnawing in the back of her class and she wanted to claw her eyes out everytime she saw lottie because her mind would simply go blank. she couldn’t handle how irrestible her student was. she had to confess or else she’d literally go insane. and to shauna’s surprise, lottie was actually extremely receptive when she held lottie alone after class one day.

shauna didn’t know what got into her, but the next thing she knew, she had lottie bent over her desk with her ass up. the professor took full advantage, gripping and squeezing lottie’s perfect tanned ass and spanking it whenever she’d whimper. she took full advantage of the movement, ready to touch and fondle the girl she’d been dreaming about fucking.

lottie, still being the massive tease she is, will let a moan that’s too loud slip. shauna will spank her even harder until that ass is near the color of a tomato and whisper harshly, “don’t you fucking dare. if anybody finds out about this, we’ll BOTH go down.”

from that day on, almost every single day, professor sadecki would hold private ‘after school’ tutoring sessions with lottie. when really, it would just be her forcing her cock into lottie’s dripping hole and fucking her so hard on the desk that it would rattle. occasionally, she’d eat lottie out on the desk and cause that girl to have to bite her lip so she doesn’t scream her professor’s name.

when lottie gets risky and makes too much noise, shauna’s not no problem biting her inner thigh or smacking it as a warning. “keep behaving like a little brat and you’ll flunk your next test. you know how to be a good student, lottie? now you gotta behave in this final class, yeah?���

and Lottie, who knows she’s practically spoiled by her professor, will nod and give in, bucking against shauna and freeing herself from the expectations of a relationship a college girl like her should hold. she’s never had a life of this much thrill. and she’d do anything not to go back. <333

prayers I did ur request justice anon

[who1ssheesh]

If you're still doing it I can't wait to see the prompt with squalos s/o being buds with Xanxus 😂

Squalo's S/O being buds with Xanxus

Pairings: Squalo/Reader, Xanxus/Reader (PLATONIC)

Notes: yes. absolutely. i live for those two idiots. This one is long af compared to Xanxus' one and I can't explain why. But I had so much fun with this, Xanxus is a soulmate in a bro-ish way????

Warnings: good ol swearing, brief mentions of sex (not much really), probably OOC and terrible english (ur not my teacher ha ha)

• First of all, holy shit that’s impressive?

• Second of all, must be mentioned that Xanxus kinda….doesn't see women as friends? He looks at them sexually right away. Or so he thought

• Third of all, Squalo gotta be terrified

• Fourth of all (that's a lot of counting) Squalo situation is not having any drama as Xanxus' does, he is a pure comedy gold and so is his relationship with you. That's what no daddy issues does to you, but what do i know

• Not comedy as if a clown comedy, but a good harsh bri'ish comedy - insert Utopia reference. Squalo is more than confident in you since you obviously date for some time for him to move in with you and therefore reveal you to his boss.

• I'll tell you a secret btw, Xanxus probably guessed he has you because Squalo is a loser cuck and started to act differently.

• I think Xanxus doesn’t give a shit enough to just bust into Squalo’s apartment for any stupid reason as if it’s his own. So if you at least haven’t heard of him as your boyfriend’s boss, you’re going to meet him in person

• Xanxus coming up and breaking your door just to nap:

🧍

• Squalo never told Xanxus where he lives, that bitch just knows

• Never in his life Xanxus expected to see one day a shmoll girl there and not hear screaming at the top of one’s lungs. He still says Squalo is a fucking virgin loser femboy ugly ass haha lol lmao, he can’t be deprived of those shitty jokes…

• I mean it, Xanxus can get pissed seeing you too being lovey-dovey but I'll expand this drama later

• Xanxus is basically your adopted stray cat, deal with it

• Squalo won't say this out loud or says this very...covertly and probably insults you along the way, but anyways he really appreciate you dealing with all that bullshit. He does indeed value strong character - you don't need to wield a big sword or shoot a gun, but going through his path even though you can be confused or scared means much. He knows a lot of cowards who can shoot a gun, so...Squalo looks much deeper than that. Shark, ocean, DEEP, get it<<<<<<</////??????? I'll see myself out.

• He is lowkey terrified but...also chill? Unlike Xanxus, he doesn't overthink (at least not much). He of course draws a line at some things - at first Squalo was really mad at his boss staying...alone....with you....at you house (he is jealous) cause Xanxus is immoral bitch and would try to fuck you if he wants to.

• Also is you start gossiping or making fun of him with Xanxus, holy shit Squalo is quick to start raging. It's one thing to gossip and laughing at some bud, but doing so about your partner is a huge red flag for him. If you have any problems. come straight to Squalo he is an adult and prefers just discussing problems.

• Well, Xanxus also will certainly not respect you for trying to spill out your bullshit on him and talking shit about his captain. He has standards. (And not because he is a little uwu girl and actually deep DEEP like ocean bottom deep cares about Squalo)

• “The fuck happened here?”, Squalo is on edge, to say the least, seeing stains of blood around the apartment and you cleaning it with a clearly annoyed expression

“So your boss-“

“My boss?!”

“-got over again”

“AGAIN???”

• So, the situation: Squalo, as a person who values trust in relationship the most, is really pissed (sad….) you’re keeping the truth away from him, and you, thinking he’s aware his boss is chilling around since…..well, Superbia is his right hand, makes sense?

• You didn’t know about their burning hate for each other. Gotta be jealous, his love to you will never be as true, fiery and emotional as his undying HATE!!!! for Xanxus

• You screaming “get a fucking room, deepshits” when they start arguing again

• You probably got Xanxus with an insult. Obviously. Sorry, you’ve signed a pact, nothing in your life will be normal again, just like your boyfriend (he’s a little unstable. Just a little)

• Xanxus haven’t been around your house for long - leaving more work for Superbia and leaving right after, quickly patching a quick wound and stealing alcohol, of course

• You’ve been quieter than a mouse, thinking you shouldn’t be involved in Squalo’s business, but one day Xanxus was noticeably not feeling good, ready to pass out, so…you helped him obviously

• Xanxus being Xanxus didn’t thank you, got pissed because air was too warm for his liking or smth and was whining that actually you did a poor job tending his wound

• “Bitch, I will kill you in your sleep?” sent him away, he honestly found this hilarious (we’re talking about your audacity here)

• You got a chuckle out of him, whick you didn't think about much at first, but a Squalo's shocked expression said everything. You can be proud

• Lowkey Xanxus doesn't separate you two together in his mind, you both are a one Superbia homunculus in his mind. Maybe that's why Xanxus with Squalo's s/o feels so....included for all three of you compared to other way around lol

• Even your jokes are on the same line istg

• Xanxus feels even...bittersweet.

• He is...kinda cautious? He knows Squalo is capable of getting out from the devil himself (remember how may times he "died" in manga lol), but you...well...he double checks every visit. Xanxus is very brutal and, unbothered and nonchalant but very smart. Makes sure no one is on his tail.

• Don't get me wrong, it's not in a sweet family way, but you kinda start having dinners together? Both are bitching around but you notice in the end they start having a human conversation instead of their regular unga-bunga

• Xanxus likes this

• Xanxus feels home

• Unlike Squalo, he can't show his devotion to save his life, so you just know there is a "useful friend of a friend that can solve some problems with a call". But I'll tell you, Xanxus will double-check if something is serious, not just throw problems as subordinates.

• Mafia is not flowers and sunshine. Those two have had a conversation "what to do if Squalo dies". Xanxus probably threw a glass at him and said to not be an idiot, but he didn't say no. You're the first person he can call at least an acquaintance, so...

• Well, that counts when we talk about older Xanxus, I'm sure he is mellowed out by that time (+ just enough time for you and Squalo to establish your relationship)

• He's not the type to get over at 2am if there's a problem lol. Maybe he can miss a call cause he's a heavy sleeper. But if anything, you have his subordinates at your place.

• He will teach you to drink. Will laugh his ass off when you fail to beat his ass at drinking competition again and Squalo is having a heart stroke on the background

• Xanxus will turn you in a copy of himself just to piss ofs Squalo lol

• You learning his mood by the intonation he says 'trash'

• Also you calling him janitor or sum in return. Varia horrified you dare to do this, and Xanxus laughing. He still shoots your way though...

• If you're not Italian, you MUST teach him swearing on your native language. Also tell him if there is any local alcohol (of course)

• "Yeah, I teached him coupla words", you laugh, looking obviously happy being a useful friend and having a surprisingly cozy chat with Xanxus.

Squalo is very confused by that. "What the fuck, but he DOES know this language already?"

• I'm sorry but so many sex jokes. Xanxus doesn't give a shit what you do there in the bedroom (until you invite him over ahaha joke unless), but he's going to be a little shit

• Xanxus is 12 yo btw.

• "Can you suck him off so he shuts the fuck up or smth?"

• LITERALLY LOOKING AT SQUALO "NO BITCHES????"

• This idiot fools around sometimes and throws 9-yo-school-bully insults lol

• "He said he wants to marry /insert random woman name/ when he grows up". 25+ y/o Squalo looking at him just:

🧍

• I hope you two have a cat. Xanxus will feed it. Raw meat and everything a fluffy boy shouldn't but it's Xanxus we're talking about. Literally a teenage edgy teen "ITS NOT A PHASE MOM" at your house.

• Naps on your bed ONLY to leave hiss smell of tabaco, whiskey and a heavy cologne. He 100% heehaws thinking about this - Squalo will NEVER be able to have sex if there is reminding him of Xanxus, like an instant turn off. You always try to complain to Xanxus about this absurd situation but start laughing to the point of crying, Xanxus becomes HYSTERICAL at these moments.

• He will teach you how to shoot. Usually he just drinks there and says you're pathetic while you try. But he keeps inviting you himself, so....Xanxus is a little sappy shit. You only use Squalo's photos as a target, so you get sad a bit and probably tell your boyfriend afterwards. He will say he wants to kill you both or smth.

• Xanxus bringing you ideas in your bed. "Hey so you can tie him up and beat to death as a foreplay".

• He will make you rank up bodies of other women he finds hot. Also if you're a girls' girl, Xanxus will ruin this completely. Basically like "just by looking at her tell be if she's a bitch"

• Xanxus enjoys if you talk shit about someone cause he is the same way.

• He will drag you into his shitty gang ideas. If Squalo could go gray-headed again, he would.

• Squalo looking at you both beaten up anf almost getting caught by the police: "why are you like this."

• To be honest, you may be having a serious talk with your man. Squalo is unironically worried, he did a LOT to keep you away from mafia but here you are. If you are very good at convincing (20 CHA lol), he can just a little bit become convinced that you getting hardened can be useful for mafia life "just in case".

• Also MAYBE he can notice the influence Xanxus has on you. Feminine clothes change to leather jackets and grunge, your knuckles even being bloody way too often, you may be smoking more frequently. Squalo is kind of chill with you finding you identity, but if you start wearing feathers in your hair HE LOOSES HIS MIND

• Xanxus will personally train you, if you ever discover your flame. They will have a fight about this with Squalo.

• Xanxus is proud of you tho. One day he will say this, I'm sure

• People know your bond, they know he does appreciate your opinion even in Varia business, and even anything happened he knows Varia is in the right hand - Squalo is more than competent and there is a little angry copy of himself so Xanxus' spirit always haunts Vongola till the end of time. hehe

• You are a badass little sis. He has never had a family, but that...feels nice.

[heongiu]

Hiiii, saw your simp headcanons and I loveee it. May I request smth similar to that but reader who doesn't look like a simp because she only shows this privately with Gojo , Nanami, and Geto? You're quite good at hiding it still it's fun for the boys to watch your reactions especially how extremely easy for them to get a reaction from you, ranging from making you fluster to even making you forget your act and simp to them

Thankyou for the request Anon! First of all gotta say I love writing for JJK it's just so fun! They're not gonna be hcs because j can better imagine them as in a scenario! (Sorry for that if you wished for hcs!)

Gojo, Geto and Nanami with a simp reader

~~~~

Gojo Satoru

Gojo was, quite the ethereal person, Well No wonder he had so many girls dying to be his one and only.

You were too deep down, you wanted to be his one and only too. But that could only be a dream for you.

Though you were quite close to the snowy-haired man, since you worked besides him as a teacher at the Tokyo metropolitan curse technical College. (Fuck that name was so hard to remember?!)

He was tall, quite literally very pale, and he had soft, pink lips, sometimes deep down you wish you could lay your lips on his, very gently kissing him.

But then you would snap out of it.

~~~~

"Y/n-chhi~ you wanna take a walk together? It's quite literally a beautiful weather outside!" And there he was, acting childish as usual. That was a habit of his, a very peculiar behaviour which many would find annoying. But to you it was honestly, quite cute.

"I guess we can" you replied to the man.

You were outside the dorms, when everyone else was sleeping peacefully, walking together in the ground. The grass was cut finely.

It was a nice walk, he just blabbered some random shit, and all you could do was listen. Until...

He took off his blindfold, his bright sky-ish irises shining so bright, even in the dark, his frost dusted eyelashes. And you never thought he could look any more beautiful until today.

You gazed at him, caught in his beauty, or more like lost in it.

Until you realised he was looking at you.

"Y/n, do you have a thing for me?~" he cooed, his light laugh was quite attractive.

Fuck, maybe you should've been more careful with the way you were expressing your emotions on your face. Instead of being caught like this.

"Wh-what do you mean?" You replied, your voice all high pitched. He inched his face closer to yours, your cheeks turned red.

"I said what I said~"

Fuck, you legit screamed inside.

Kento Nanami

Well, it's quite important to say, you and Nanami worked together at the same place, even at the Jujutsu Academy.

You had known him since you guys were 2nd years, and thats when you joined the Academy too.

He was, well quite the rebellious at that young age, but you'd admit, he had grown into a fine gentleman.

Fuck, maybe you had fallen too hard for him. Who knows, well it was just something about the way he talked to you, it wasn't like how he talked to Gojo Or anybody else. He actually was nicer to you.

Today it was quite strange that you guys had to work together to take down few curses in a building and to save some children. Otherwise you'd be doing the usual missions on your own without any partner. But he was there today

"Y/n, you've gotta focus, there's plenty of curses in this building" He warned you, before you both stepped in, he told you to stay behind him.

He took out his weapon, quite a strange one you'd say, but even so, it was quite the powerful.

Everything was nice until he started folding the sleeves of his shirt, his muscular and veiny arms were now pretty much visible to you.

The way he did that gesture made you feel butterflies in your stomach. Your ears and your nose had turned deep shades of red. You were so lost in his gesture, that you forgot he was speaking to you.

"Y/n" he called out to you, you looked at his face, it was normal, maybe he was just making sure you're still there, since you got zoned out.

"Let's go" he spoke to you, you were sure you couldn't properly see his face, but you did see him smile lightly. Perhaps, he found out how much of a simp you were for him.

Geto Suguru

Of all this time that you had known Geto for, you could say he was quite the flirt, yet indirectly. He wasn't necessarily very flirtatious, yet he was a smug.

It was quite the self explanatory.

Geto was not a very open person, he was quite careful when it came to who he chose to converse with, or who he chose as a friend. He was quite the cautious guy, even though he never seemed like one.

He was also very calculative, he knew exactly how a person was, before he could even talk to them. And the same happened with you.

When you met him, it was abnormal for him to approach such an ordinary looking fellow like you.

Well he was quite right, though you looked ordinary, you weren't really ordinary at all. You were the absolute and complete opposite of the word.

And he could sense it. He could sense your aura from the beginning, though that was the first time he had doubted his calculations. But in the end, he wasn't disappointed in finding an apprentice like you, or you could call yourself his friend.

Though you wanted to be more than friends with such a man. You desired him, quite desperately, and well let's just say you were quite the genius in hiding those feelings, just like him.

~~~~

You two were sitting together, outside. It was evening, around 6 or 7. The bright white coloured clouds hovered over your heads.

You sat there, talking to him about the old days, how you missed everyone, how much it saddens you that you cannot see them again. And he too expressed his feelings, not his usual thing to do.

It all was all quite gloomy. Perhaps you wanted to talk about something better. And before you could change the topic, Geto ran his hand through his hair, positioning his arms behind him, throwing his head back lightly.

"Fuck" you cursed inside your head. You didn't realise, you were lightly biting at your lips. Your hands ran up and down your thighs. Desperation took over you.

He turned to glance at you, your flustered expression. Somehow he could tell you were simping for him inside your head.

He grabbed your arms to shift you towards himself. You gasped at the sudden motion.

His face was mere inches away from yours, he wasted no time to plant a kiss on your lips.

"You seem to be quite attracted to me, that's adorable" he teased you, his hands running through your hair.

"S-shit you found out" he laughed at your innocent expression.

"It was quite easy to figure out"

~~~~

(GOT SO FLUSTERED WRITING THIS SJDJAJJD AAAA)

[nijisanji-brain-rot-fics]

luxiem x reader || as fathers

a/n : YALL LIKE MY LUXIEM HCS MORE THAN MY OTHER ONES SO HERE U GO LMAO 😭 ill feed u guys some more luxiem content before mysta graduates [sobs louder]

SHU YAMINO

TYPICAL ASIAN DAD

but minus the yelling and stuff

hes just pretty damn strict but like he loves you all the same

if you get an A+ in maths, GOOD JOB, HE'LL TREAT YOU TO ICE CREAM [and maybe a magic show WWWW]

if you get a D-, he'll probably say something along the lines of : " try harder kiddo! you can get a higher mark next time! do you want me to help you study? "

he will definitely show up at all of your events and stuff like that to cheer you on

b a n a n a

omg he would accidentally get banned from ur school games bc he keeps helping you with his witchcraft stuff

LUCA KANESHIRO

OMG HES THE DAD THAT ALL YOUR CLASSMATES LOVE

hes the type to bring like the BEST FOOD during those potlucks ur school has

will panic if you bring math homework to him for help AJSHD

if he cant go to ur school events, HE WILL SO FIND A WAY TO GO, EVEN IF IT WAS JUST FOR A MOMENT

ur little sibling would deadass be a dog.

like no shit, this man would want a dog

and that dog is ur sibling

he and his mafia men would be the ones to raise you [FUCKING BONUS POINTS IF ONE OF HIS MEN IS A WOMAN AND SHE IS UR MOTHER FIGURE]

" oh, don't worry kid, you'll get it next time!! if you're ever feeling down, just know your dad thinks that you're pog! "

you dont know how to tell him that saying pog as a [however old he is] man is a little cringe, but you love him for it (IN A FAMILIAL WAY)

IKE EVELAND

a very chill dad when it comes to homework and grades

unless it was english

if you get a low score in english

THIS MANS IS RUTHLESS. HE WILL GET YOU TO READ. A LOT.

but if you get tired of it, he'll let it go

i feel like he'd be the parent who IS your teacher at school

oh boy, you should dread first day if he's your english teacher

" class, i'd like you all to know, im only fucking one of your mothers. " [all jokes LMAO he wouldnt embarrass you like that..... or would he?]

if you get a low score in any subjects or like if you flunk a test, he'll hug you and say:

" don't cry, you've made me proud already. i love you kiddo, and none of those test marks will change that. just tell me if you ever need help okay? i'm always happy to help you with those. "

MYSTA RIAS

BRO OMG HES THAT ONE DAD WITH INSANE SOCIAL MEDIA PRESENCE

SOMEHOW ALL YOUR FRIENDS FOLLOW HIM ON TWITTER??

the most laidback out of all the luxiem guys about homework

doesn't mind if you flunk it, as long as you did your hardest, it's a pass in his book

he cant physically help you with homework

its a british debuff /j

like he would stare at the pythagorean theorem and go 'uhm....'

HE WOULD HELP YOU WITH ALL YOUR FASHION DILEMMAS

there to listen to all the GODDAMN TEA!! like how dare jessica cheat on james like that with ryan??

dude is like the communal dad if any of ur friends dont have a father figure, he'll be there for them too

" oh you flunked your math test? it's alright!! you'll get it next time. they give you too much tests nowadays you guys are all probably burnt out... how about we watch a movie? your mind needs to destress. "

VOX AKUMA

SHAWTY HAS FLIRTED WITH YOUR TEACHERS MORE THAN ONCE

LIKE YOU GOTTA STOP HIM, HIS RIZZ IS TOO MUCH

also that one dad for some reason everyone likes

hes like pretty strict, but its because he wants the best for you

WOULD GET BANNED FROM TRYING TO GO TO UR SCHOOL GAMES BC HE GETS SO PISSED LMAO

" WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN THEY GET A FOUL?? THEY DIDNT EVEN HIT THE OTHER KID??? "

hes the demon you and ur friends would try to summon at sleepovers

" kid, please, i love you and all, but dad needs to fucking rest. please stop summoning me. "

AND YOUR FRIENDS WOULD SCREAM WWWW

anyways, hes pretty damn smart so hes gotchu covered when it comes to homework help

unless it was history.

history pisses the fuck out of this ancient man.

he will rant about how incorrect the history books are and you'll get nowhere with homework

" oh, darling, it's alright. i'm not disappointed in you and i won't be when it comes to homework. i get it, sometimes it's hard and you don't understand it, but that's when you ask for help, alright? i won't ever shame you for asking me for help. "

a/n : i hope yall r fed this took me 30 minutes to shit out and clean up also i think its obvious whos my favourite in luxiem LMAOO

[symphonic-scream]

Fucking gotta talk about this shit I've accidentally made something somewhat wholesome

So. The focus this time? Hifumi. GASP. and? Transfem Hifumi. Yeah.

So she's new to being herself. Conservative family, sheltered, one night she ducks into some random bar to get away from the crowds and- oh. Its Crossroads. A gay bar. There she meets Joker for the first time, a blooming Drag Queen, and they become good friends. Joker is there as Hifumi discovers shes trans and helps her set things in place to get away from her family

You see, Joker has lots of queer friends. Working at a gay bar does that to a guy. Unfortunately he and his boyfriend Goro don't have room in their apartment with his little sibling staying with them, so he resorts to plan B. Asking Haru and Makoto to help a woman out

So basically. Hifumi learns how to live as herself freely for the first time, with the help of some new queer friends while living in Makoto and Haru's guest room and having weekly tea with Akira

Here's where everyone's at!

Joker (Akira)- he's a drag queen of course. Moonlights as Aki-chan at Crossroads, is dating Goro, shares a small apartment with him and Futaba. Friend to many a queer folk, he jokes that he's the slutty glue that keeps their ragtag group together

Ryuji- studying to be a gym teacher, a proper one. Bisexual, cis. Openly bi too, he has his flag pinned to everything he owns. He even dyed his hair in the flag colours once when he had too much to drink. Shares Ann's place with her, Shiho, and Yusuke, he's blossoming out now that he's out of highschool

Ann- beginner actor, bisexual and cis, been dating Shiho since their highschool days. When Ryuji woke up with his hair dyed, she dyed her pigtails out of solidarity. She really hopes Hifumi branches out into trying different fashion and makeup options, she's looking forward to a good girl's night with someone other than Haru

Yusuke- gay asexual. Transmasc, he/they. A starving artist rescued by two overly friendly bisexuals (and Shiho), his room in their place is a den of colour and expression and their soul splattered on the walls. He ends up closest with Hifumi out of the roommate quad

Futaba- they like girls but doesn't wanna pin down their sexuality just yet. Agender, fine with the label non-binary too, any pronouns. Works as a freelance cyber security assistant out of Akira and Goro's apartment, doesn't like being around people too much. They like Hifumi. She's quiet, smart. She's also unafraid to join Futaba in bullying Goro

Makoto- lesbian transfem. To put her identity into the classic lesbian terms, she's between futch and butch, and is working to be a youth councilor. She transitioned rather young and has reached a solid point in her life, and is very excited to get to guide Hifumi on her journey of defining Womanhood for herself. She and Haru are married in every sense but the legal one

Haru- cis lesbian. Though, honestly, shes mainly only ever had eyes for Makoto. High femme. She runs a little cozy bakery slash coffee shop under their apartment, the whole place screams cottage core. She's excited to have another person to dote on around the house. Secret from the others, but her and Makoto are beginning talks of whether they'd want to have a kid

...

Yeah I. Y'all,,, holy shit

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #306

I was maybe up a little later than I should have been last night, writing to you. I was more than a little zombied when I woke up this morning. It's already almost 9PM, and my whole body is still screaming at me for all the joyful flailing about I did yesterday.

...All the same, I regret nothing, ahahaha~! 😁

Still, I was so zombied that when me, BB, N, C, Mg, and BB's sister went to brunch, I didn't even think to take a picture of the awesome sausage, egg, red pepper, and onion pizza I got for you; I was too busy trying to keep myself from nodding off. I'm really sorry about that.

I did get a few other pictures for you today, though. These were all taken from a moving vehicle, though, so I'm not sure how good they are:

...I know they're not perfect, but I hope you like them anyway.

I got home at around 2pm, and then I pretty much immediately went to sleep. I slept for about 3 hours before J thought it prudent to wake me; it's generally good to avoid disrupting one's sleep schedule by taking too long of a nap. Still, even with a nap that long, I don't think I'm going to have any trouble falling asleep tonight. It's only like 9:18pm now, and I'm still feeling pretty zombied.

J and I took a walk shortly after I woke. A walk is generally good for sore muscles. We have nature trails within walking distance to my house. This time, we took the long path. And as you might expect, I used this opportunity to take even more pictures for you:

J got a few, too:

...I wish you could walk with us. There's so much I want to show you, so much I want you to see. The world I live in is rainbow-colored. And isn't it wonderful?

Do you wonder why I say you belong in this world, Sephiroth? Did you know that it's because you're rainbow-colored, too?

...Did you know that everyone else is, too? They are, I promise; everyone is rainbow-colored in ways I don't really know how to articulate. I just know that if everyone could see themselves and other people in the same way that I do, maybe they'd be less ashamed of themselves and less afraid of each other.

Sometime after I got home, my former choir teacher messaged me about his creative exploits over the last months. Mostly he's very busy with his various home and work responsibilities, but he still makes music. He showed me his own very gorgeous rendition of this song:

...He learned all the melodies by ear, and played them himself on their respective instruments, and then layered the results together, and if that's not absolutely fucking amazing, then I have no idea what is!

He's got some other things going on, too; I'm going to wish for good things upon him and his house; they could definitely use the goodwill right now. If you can spare a thought, would you think good things at them, too? I'll thank you in advance! 💖

My good friend from the space in which I write my letters watched some more Trinity Blood with me, and it was a wonderful time! It's always delightful to be in their presence, and it makes me glad when I get to spend time with them! I just wish I was a bit better company for them today; my brain is very soupy, and it's not doing the whole speech and audio processing thing especially well right now, I'm afraid...

Oh well. Maybe I'll get a good night's sleep and be all better by tomorrow. I gotta go to the orthodontist tomorrow to replace that attachment that fell off, but aside from that, I am going to be very unbusy (thank goodness!!!!!!), so I'll look forward to more Trinity Blood tomorrow!

...I think for now, I'm gonna make a sleepytime tea and put myself in a warm place. I kinda wanna get in the shower where it's warm and it smells good and I can put on the dim rainbow light, but... I don't wanna deal with wet hair after the fact (it's cold!!!), and I don't want to deal with the sound of the hair dryer - the noise from it stabs my ears. 😵

So maybe I'll just get a tea and put on my giant hooded blanket. Like this...

...You might recognize this sky-blue tea from a previous letter - it is the very same one I wrote about back then! Here:

...I wish you were here to enjoy your own tea and your own hooded blanket with me. I'll keep writing letters to you until it's possible for you to have these things, in your own house, with lots of caring and kind friends.

It's not hopeless, Sephiroth. Please keep trying. Lots of people want a friend just like you - someone warm and soft and sweet. You just gotta get away from the people who don't care about you and people who would try to isolate you from those who care about you.

Genesis, Angeal, and Zack... they couldn't protect you because they drank the same poisoned Kool-Aid that you did. Either they didn't know what was happening, or they couldn't see a way to escape.

But you have a means of escape. You can clear the poisoned Kool-Aid from your system, and hang out with people who have also cleared the poisoned Kool-Aid from their system. We're right here, waiting for you.

...And the best part? People like me who have worked at clearing out the poisoned Kool-Aid from their system can spot new poisoned Kool-Aid from a mile away. Because we already know what it smells, looks, and tastes like. And we can laugh at anyone trying to foist it upon us, and we can protect those around us from it being foisted upon them, too.

...I guess that's all I've got for today. I'm still feeling pretty zombied, and I'm pretty sure this tea is going to intensify the zombiness; that's what the box says it's for, anyway. So I'll stop writing here.

I love you. Please think about hanging with new folks. Not all of them are like the ones you were raised by. Not all of them are like the ones that hurt you in the past. I promise.

I'll write again soon. Please stay safe.

Your friend, Lumine

[aajjks]

romantic and lewd 😭

BC!JK

what. the. fuck. is. going. on.

yoongi, taehyung, jimin, jin, namjoon, hoseok, everyone is shocked. did he call you HOT? did he say he wanted to fuck YOU? did he just call you DOLL?! in the span of 48 hours, you’ve gotten so much whiplash from jungkook that you aren’t sure if he’s been cloned or not.

where is the jungkook that calls you a whore? where is the jungkook that calls you a loser?

you aren’t sure who this jungkook is and now he’s telling you to walk with him to the mathematics class you both share but he hasn’t been in his classes since forever!! you’re nervous about whether you should walk with him and when you look for danielle approval, jungkook grabs your wrist and drags you with him anyways.

“what the hell is up with your leader?” danielle says to yoongi but he doesn’t know. neither of them know but what he does know is that he isn’t liking this. you and him, together or whatever the hell jungkook wants it to be.

“he really does like her” jimin shakes his head.

“what?! likes her?! jungkook…likes…y/n?”

“no” hoseok speaks up “he loves her. he said so yesterday. he broke jongin’s nose cause he broke y/n’s headphones and said that she was his”

“how could he love her if he bullied her?”

“that’s what i’m trying to figure out. he said he hates her danielle and now look at him” yoongi glares.

*RIIIIIIIING*

“i’ve gotta go to class. see you guys” danielle says before she’s heading off to class while the guys converse about what’s going on with jungkook. meanwhile, you and your ex bully? friend? sit next to one another with jungkook pulling your chair close to his.

you push your spectacles up and try to catch jungkook up with what’s going on but he doesn’t seem to be interested, as you expected. all he’s really focused on is your freckled face, your lips, and your bare, smooth legs.

“ehem” you cough trying to get his attention and when you do, you make him read the little note you read in your binder.

‘pay attention please! ☹️’

well, how can he when you smell, look, and feel so good next to him?

‘thanks for the compliment earlier btw. if you meant that, ha ha’ you scribble down and smile at him as he’s reading.

“you have permission to partner up and work together. i want this finished before the end of the day. good luck” the teacher says as they pass out the sheets of paper with 30 questions from front to back.

“alright, i guess we’re partners huh?” you smile and inwardly cringe at your joke because you guys are LITERALLY sitting next to one another so why wouldn’t he be your partner?

“i feel like you’re a lot smarter than you let on so…you should take the lead”

You seem to be radiating, and that is the best thing about him being nice to you because he really gets to see another side of you that’s not.. so shy.

And he’s really glad to be sitting next to you and you are actually a funny person, he smiles whenever you blush at his shameless stares, of course the fucking teacher has to ruin the moment.

“Fuck.. I don’t even know basic math- yn I am fucking dumb when it comes to studies okay? Umm… thank God you’re sitting next to me.” he honestly confesses, but then he wants to impress you as well.

So he just decides to focus on the worksheet in front of him. And the first question is not so hard, so he internally breathes in relief

Which of the following is not greater than 7/16?

1/2

31/62

15/17

3/8

He thinks for a while, and you’re already circling on your answer, Jungkook decides to take a little peek at your paper because of course he has to make sure that he’s doing right- you’re so focused you don’t even notice him cheating.

“OH ITS 3/8 YN.” he doesn’t realize that he’s screaming, but when he feels the weight of of the entire class’s eyes on him he smiles awkwardly.

And just like that, he doesn’t realize before he is submitting his paper, “yn I think I did pretty good don’t you agree?” He’s got a cocky smile on his face.

And he really wants you to praise him for some reason… so he’s looking at you so innocently- using his doe eyes charm, “I think it was good.” Maybe he’s even flattering his lashes a little.

And you both have a good time, he doesn’t even realize that someone is glaring at you and him.

[gascon-en-exil]

Nel and Raval broke the Internet. We have a serious debate on whether or not Dragons are acceptable of siblings incest with people even wondering how on earth dragon reproduction works.

I think they've just broken my inbox. I made an observation preemptively joking about how this was going to become a thing, and for some reason this is what's getting me dozens of anons. I've been a vocal critic of Avatars as a concept and have certainly never cared about shipping them with anyone, and yet here we are. It really is quite baffling; hopefully you all stick around for my next paralogue video this weekend and sub to my channel (let's go 500 subs!). Anyway, more anon perspectives:

So the fandom will never accept that the alternate universe equals to an excuse as to why there is no siblings bound between the main game siblings and the twins ? Man we are doomed. I guess that Nel and Rafal needs to screams a bit more about how their Sombron is not Alear's Sombron as if the developpers did not made it clear enough.

"normalizing harmful relationships" ?? what ?? ehm. so it's the people won't dont separate reality from fiction despite the fact that nobody will be able to one day travel dimension and marry the children of their own parent's counterpart.... god, even the game itself doesn't want it to be incest and is trying SO hard

I love how you basically stated all the reasons why a "morally good healthy ship" is not so healthy nor moral according to the very own anti' definition. I guess that there is something about people saying "love is love" in real life but when it's fictional character, it's literaly a death battle.

I think I know why the "Alear is dead" is brought on. Because from the start all ships were technically fucked up. No need for lolis, siblings, teenagers, old man or whatever relationship ties Rafal and Nel with Alear. If were on morality, all characters are marrying a dead person so even healthy and moral ships end up being immoral (asides from the whole species mixing that proved to be nothing but problem as it motivated Ashunera to make a flood). Good job Fire emblem.

This is going to be the Fates situation ALL over again. Except people this time will be petty with the whole separate dimension thing. We will have the anti trying to crave out, and the other who buy the excuse because they don't like incest while "Nel is waifu". and now that rafal has been confirmed to be a tsundere that like sweets... Yeah, Rafalear is going to be the great winner of the controversial not controversial pairing.

Ah yes, the infamous Byleth discourse because people don't know nor want to admit that grooming is not even age factor as there is kid that groom each other and some of them can be called pedophile. Wait till they discover that youngester can sexually assault older people, with the oldest of the party being the victim.

I gotta say, it must be very miserable to have an anti mindset when it comes to shipping, especially with a series like Fire emblem, which doesn't give a crap about power-imbalance like they do. I mean this is a series that has lord-retainer pairings, noble-commoner, incest, student-teacher, etc. I mean at this point, it's kinda FE's brand and it'd be a lot easier if people just accept that FE is a weird series that doesn't care about power dynamics in the same way Clamp didn't care about power imbalance with its relationships. It all just reveals that at the end of the day, these antis don't actually care about the real life victims, cause if they did, they would boycott the series and encourage people to do so like the moral satanic panic guardians of before. It's why I actually begrudgingly respect the people who do boycott Fire Emblem for "problematic elements", cause at least those guys are consistent with their moral uptight behavior.

Fe players : Alear and the twins are siblings as they share a dad

The whole DLC + the twins interactions with Alear and Veyle na dthe emblems denying it and making it canon taht they are not siblings and that the 2 Sombrons are different being just sharing a name and similiraties : are we a joke to you ?

God I am tired. Seriously ? the twins come from a dimension where Firene loves war, Brodia is the peaceful one, all the characters are complete opposite of their game counterpart, where Alear is not even Sombron's kid nor THE SAME GENDER AS THE ONE CHOOSEN BY THE PLAYER and they still think that Sombron is the same as main game Sombron ??? And we both knew that even if the twins were Lumera's kid, they would still call it incest because Lumera adopted Alear and made them a half divine dragon !! there is no way out.

my God it's insane. People really tries so hard. They went into a full rent over Alear's anatomy despite it being a mystery I mean their are originally a fell child, but then they got breeded with divine blood making Alear a half breed of both dragon's race, then they turn into a zombie and then into a Emblem with their hair being even more chaotic as we have 0 idea if the full blue hair made them full divine dragon or not. Worst, they even wonder if Sombron's DNA is the same in the paralele universe. My GOD JUST LISTEN TO WHAT THE GAME IS SAYING !! There is literaly not a single moment of the alt version speaking without making it clear that they are different people. Never though we could still be broken after all of this yet here we are !!

I totally get being uncomfy with some pairings but does it matter at the end ? Alear and their spouses will still give birth to either a monstruosity of a human child mixed with a mix of divine and fell blood while Alear can have children OP as hell with the twins, a broken monster dragon child with mixed blood while taking into account that Alear also become a mixed of Corrupted x Emblem hence a dead living. Either way we are cursed

Alright I have completed the DLC characters supports. I think it's safe to assume that Alear is to the twins what Rin kagamine is to Len kagamine.

I feel like I must conclude that Alear/the twins is not an incestuous ship but that because people think it is or that it looks like it we are gonna have a whole wave. Yeah never mind that i will soon see Rafal/Alfred fanart blooming when the lad are literally calling themselves brothers, something that Rafal never did with Alear, and that Rafal kind of turned Alt!Alfred into a Corrupted and cause his death... is it double standard ?

Gregory is the only Romantic DLC S Support, these anons onto nothing 😭😭😭😭

This is going to backfire into people saying "would you ship Celine and Alfred just becaus they are not related in another dimension" but yeah it's kinda the idea because Alternate Celine would not be our Alfred's brother so technically it's not the same as shipping the regular Celine with the regular Alfred. except it is with Alear and the twins and that they are never siblings in any dimension and I am feeling depressed writing this because why are we fighting over pixel hooking up ?

Are we gonna talk about how from the twins perspective they are marrying someone they are not related to but is dead in their universe whereas from Alear's perspective they are marrying someone they are not related to but simply did not exist in their universe ?

We literlay went through a DLc were our units could kill counterpart of themselves while getting 3 units who are polar opposite of the one we wanted to have. It can't get any weirder, not even with those fake incestuous support.

I feel like the problem of the game justification if the shippers use it would be to face people who would told them "then why don't you ship the Royals with the alternate version of their siblings" and them being grossed out but the thing is context : the twins keeps denying they are Sombron child and asserts that Sombron and another sombron are different people + they never act as siblings with Alear + the fact taht in both dimensions they are never related. So why this open the door to some pairings I find unsavory like Alcryst/ALt Diamant, it at least would not be real incest... but it is also never real incest because fictional characters are not related to each other unless you are asked to believe so.

The antis are exagerting. God won't send you to hell for liking a "problematic ships".

[jess-le-mess]

Feedist Kinktober - Day 25

(Prompts: Olympian 🏛️ / Kaiju Attack! 🐙)

[Content notes: fat FtM main character; fat cis woman main character; brother/sister dynamics; body issues; weight talk; mild/mutual fat shaming; brief mention of past bullying]

Empira & Dionysus

"You asshole! For the last time, I'm Hercules, not whatever you said." Flynn glared at his sister. How dare she? He'd spent at least fifty dollars on this toga. It'd been hard enough for him to find one in his size, let alone one that was styled in a way that said "Greek god" and not "fat guy in an 80s college movie."

It was the belt, Flynn thought, that tipped it over the edge toward the former. It was a fabulous belt. Brown with a gold buckle, like a proper mythological figure.

And he liked the way the toga draped majestically over him, showed off a bit of his hairy chest, top surgery scar a bit visible---something that would've made him mortified not that long ago, but more and more he was coming around to letting himself be visible like that.

"Dionysus."

"Right. Don't know who that is, but I'm assuming it's a fat joke."

Heather snorts while typing something on her phone. "Dumbass. How could you know who Hercules is and not Dionysius?"

Flynn threw part of his toga into the air, like a cape, in an offended huff. "Sorry, I guess we didn't cover the classics in Engineering school. We mostly covered how not to be unemployed."

"Excuse you, asshole! I am not unemployed! I'm a therapist."

Flynn sniffed. "Oh yes. That is certainly a job. That exists. Anyways, were you still wanting me to give you a ride to the costume party or will you just marinate yourself in the satisfaction of hurting my feelings while I leave you here?"

"No, goddammit, you know I don't have a car," Heather whined.

"You could walk."

"Fuck that," Heather retorted. "And I'm not walking all that way in my costume I'll die."

Flynn stared at his sister. She was sitting in his recliner, her wide hips taking up the whole thing, in a fuzzy pink hoodie and deep blue leggings with stars on them.

"Is your costume 'fat girl on her phone'?"

"Oh, so you can make fat jokes, but I can't? I feel this is sexism or whatever. And anyway smartass, my costume is out in your hallway. I just haven't had a chance to put it on yet because of your miscellaneous bullshit."

"Well, perhaps now is a good time, your majesty?"

Heather grumped, and reached out her hands. "Fine. But you gotta help me up from this chair. I swear to god it's trying to eat me."

Flynn laughed, and pulled his sister to her feet with a grunt. "There you go," he said sweetly, slightly enjoying his sister's frustration as she ambled off into the other room.

*****

Heather returned almost an hour later, in an olive-green tank dress, giant wings with a kaleidescope-esque pattern on them, her eyes coloured by heavy green eyeshadow and glitter, ruffled-looking brown gloves, and her usual black combat boots.

"And what were you supposed to be again? Dion-whatever-the-fuck?" he asked, trying to throw back the snark she'd tossed at him when he came out in the toga, but his heart wasn't really in it.

"It's Dionysus, you loser."

He knew the costume was supposed to be Empira, this butterfly kaiju Heather made up when they were kids. Flynn had gotten bullied by some kid and Heather had swooped in and to the kid's answer of "Who the fuck are you?" said "I'm Empira and I'm here to kill your ass, bitch" to which the kid ran away screaming.

Heather actually got suspended for that, but luckily their mom was a teacher and was able to get the whole thing figured out by the end of that week.

Flynn was still sometimes in awe of his sister. But it wasn't like he hadn't seen her at her worst, or was unaware of her flaws. He'd seen her genuinely anxious; he'd seen her cry; but still, he couldn't shake that feeling that she was somehow invincible. Standing there in her costume with the ornate wings, all five-foot-ten and three-hundred-something pounds of her, not giving a single solitary fuck and ready to take up all the space at the party the two of them were about to attend.

Flynn smiled, unable to keep up the act.

"Why are you smiling like that, weirdo?"

"Do you remember when you threatened that guy? Like when I was in first grade?" Flynn asked suddenly.

Heather laughed. "You mean that little shit Jordan? Fuck yes. Did you see he sells real estate now? In, like, Florida."

"Fucking Jordan," Flynn shook his head.

"Fuc-king Jordan," Heather nodded back.

Their eyes met for a second, and if they had've been very different people he might've given her a hug, thanked her for standing up for him, and for always making sure he was included, even if sometimes he didn't deserve it.

But that was just who they were.

"Anyways, you're gonna have to get that fat ass in gear or we're gonna be even more late!" Flynn jingled the keys to his truck, before jogging off in the direction of his garage.

"Fuck you," Heather called out as she followed behind, laughing.

[nel-world]

hi

So, y’all ever notice how there’s an app for everything these days? I’m talkin’ about everything. You need to find a place to eat? There’s an app. Wanna track your steps? App. Tryna figure out if you got enough gas to get to work? There’s probably an app for that too, like “You’re Gonna Be Late, Bro.”

But the wildest part? The moment you get an app, it’s like a whole new relationship. It’s all good at first—you’re excited, you’re checkin’ it every five minutes like, “What’s new? What’s happenin’?” Then, after a week, it’s blowin’ up your phone like a clingy ex. “Hey, remember me? You haven’t opened me in a while. How about a notification?”

And what’s up with all these permissions? You download an app to play chess, and it’s like, “Can we access your contacts? Can we track your location? Can we read your mind?” Nah, man, I just wanna checkmate, not be checkmated by Big Brother!

But let me tell you, the real drama starts when you gotta delete an app. You’re sittin’ there, lookin’ at your phone like, “Do I really need this? Have I outgrown this app?” It’s like a breakup conversation in your head. “It’s not you, it’s me. I’ve changed. I’ve moved on.”

And some apps don’t wanna go! You hit “delete,” and they’re like, “Are you sure? Are you really sure? How about we send you some updates? We can be better, I promise!” It’s like they’re tryna slide back into your life with that “I miss you” text at 2 AM.

Then there are the apps you download just to feel productive. You ever get one of those habit-tracking apps? You’re like, “Yeah, I’m gonna drink more water, meditate, and finally read that book.” Two days later, you’re ignoring it like a gym membership. Every time you open your phone, it’s just sittin’ there, judgin’ you like, “So… you just gonna skip another day?”

But you know what the worst is? The social media apps. They’re the sneakiest. You download ‘em thinkin’ you’re just gonna check in for a minute. Next thing you know, you’re deep in a rabbit hole, watchin’ videos of people buildin’ tiny houses out of Legos at 3 AM. You’re like, “How did I get here? I just wanted to see what my aunt posted.”

And then they got the nerve to ask you to rate them! “Would you like to leave a review?” Uh, yeah, sure: “This app took my time, my soul, and my sanity. 5 stars.”

But for real, though, apps are like modern-day relationships. Some are great, some are toxic, and some just don’t work out. But no matter what, we keep swipin’, downloadin’, and deletin’, tryin’ to find the one that’s gonna stick.

Here’s to hopin’ we all find our perfect match—an app that doesn’t ask for too much, gives us what we need, and knows when to chill with the notifications.

This is America? I’m fucking in! Big Pimpin’ was the epitome of the American dream and I needed to be part of it. I wanted to be like these larger-than-life American superheroes they called rappers. I wanted to be a pimp like Jay-Z and a gangster like 50 Cent. I made it my life’s goal to live the Big Pimpin’ lifestyle. Whenever I watched BET, I forgot I was a small foreign Chinese boy and I felt like a badass gangsta. I started imitating how the rappers walked and how they talked. I would go up to my classmates and say, “Yo what up, dog. Our geometry teacher is a bitch, homie.” I felt like my identity was being judged based on the other Asians around me instead of my own personality, my inside voice screamed, I listen to Jay-Z, motherfuckers! In high school, thong thong thong thong thong!” This was one of the first songs I heard on American radio. It was catchy as hell, but I had no idea what a thong was. Then when I saw the music video, everything made sense. I couldn’t rap for shit, but I wanted so badly to be part of the glamorous rap game that I’d seen on Rap City. Chris downloaded a bootleg copy of Sony’s ACID Music Studio, a beat-making software, and he started cranking out some sick beats. Then Jeremy, Phil and I would go to Chris’s mom’s apartment and record our raps on his five-dollar computer microphone. Next thing you know, we’d formed a rap group just like N.W.A. Chris’s mom’s apartment and his Dell desktop became our recording studio. We felt like the real deal and we called ourselves Syndakit. The first time I recorded at Chris’s house, he played me a beat he had just made. It sounded like a real track I’d heard on Rap City. I pulled out my notebook and I was ready to write my first rhymes, but I I never got a record deal, but I experienced creative freedom for the first time

[emeraldart]

Okay, these are fun to make (now ft. Gregory and Cassie + some Vanessa but I added her later)

Gregory: I'm not that stupid! Charlie: Gregory, you literally ate the wax from a babybel. Gregory: ELIZABETH TOLD ME IT WAS EDIBLE!

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Cassidy: sighs I have no friends… Gregory: Gregory: coughs Bitch, what am I? A roach?!

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Elizabeth: Hey, you want a tarot reading? Charlie: Those are Pokemon cards. Elizabeth: You got a magikarp. Charlie: … Elizabeth: It means 'fuck you'.

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Michael: You're violent. Gregory: Yeah but I'm also short and that's adorable.

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Charlie: Guys it’s a shooting star, let’s make a wish! Cassidy: I wish for good grades. Michael: Nerd. Cassidy: Nevermind, I wish upon the shooting star to fall down at a 30° velocity aiming for Michael. :) Charlie: Cassidy…

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Elizabeth: The greatest trick the devil ever played was getting me banned from an all you can eat pizza buffet. Cassie: Why’d you get banned? Elizabeth: Touched the rat. Cassie: … What rat? Elizabeth: Chunky Cheese.

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Cassidy, singing to the tune of I Kissed a Girl: I killed a guy, and I liked it- Gregory, whispering: Should we call the exorcist? Elizabeth, also singing: The taste of his cherry chapstick. Cassie, appalled: Call the exorcist.

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Charlie: Is there anyone here who’s actually straight? Michael: raises hand Cassidy: puts their hand down

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Gregory: .. .----. -- / … --- .-. .-. -.-- (translation: I'M SORRY) Cassie: What's that? Gregory: Remorse code. Cassie: I'm even angrier now.

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Charlie: You can answer almost anything with “Not since the accident.” Michael: Actually, you can’t. Gregory: Not since the accident.

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Michael: The only thing keeping me from running away and hiding from society for the rest of my life is spite. I could disappear forever, but there are some bitches whose downfalls I have yet to witness, and I wanna be around when that happens.

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Vanessa, being robbed: Please! Have mercy! I have a family! A wife and kids… a dog… Gregory: Literally none of that is true, Vanessa. Vanessa: Okay, but I’m sexy! That’s gotta count for something, right?

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the Squad at Disneyland, in the teacups Cassie, Cassidy, and Charlie: spinning a little and talking Gregory, Vanessa, and Michael: flying past them, spinning as fast as they can, screaming

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Elizabeth: on the phone Just snap his kneecaps and he’ll talk, I’m at a parent teacher conference. Elizabeth: Anyways, you said Gregory is enjoying finger painting! That's great.

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Vanessa: Please confirm to your knowledge that you are not a fully robotic being, were born an organic creature, and do in fact possess what many cultures would call a soul. Gregory: What? “To my knowledge”? Do a lot of people not know if they’re robots? Vanessa: Thank you for your confirmation.

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Vanessa: This bloodline ends with me. Cassie: That's the fanciest way I've ever heard someone say "I'm gay".

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The Squad is gathered in the living room for a meeting Charlie: walks in and sits on Michael’s lap The Squad: … Elizabeth: Why are you sitting there? Charlie: There’s no free seats! Elizabeth: But we made sure there was enough room for- Michael: hugs Charlie tightly There are no free seats.

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while waiting outside the principal’s office Michael: What are you in for? Cassidy: Oh, they just want to know if it’s cool if I miss my classes tomorrow to run sound and lights for a presentation in the auditorium. What about you? Michael: I stabbed a kid with a screwdriver. Cassidy: Cassidy: Cassidy: We live very different lives. Michael: Yes we do.

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Michael: Three of the four elements are represented as types of hockey. Air hockey, ice hockey, and field hockey. Fire hockey needs to be a thing. Charlie: Fire hockey absolutely does NOT need to be a thing. Elizabeth: Do you care NOTHING for the balance of the four elements?!

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Michael, writing in their diary with a glitter gel pen: I'm losing my sense of humanity. Nothing matters. God is dead. There's blood on my hands.

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Michael: I have a new hoodie. Charlie: Wrong. Charlie: We have a new hoodie.

I got bored so woe, incorrect quotes be upon ye (some Michael x Charlie, CC is named Cassidy)

long post ahead

Michael: I think it's time to start fucking some shit up. Charlie: Oh no. Michael: More like "oh yes!"

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Michael: Okay, who's turn is it to give the pep talk? Elizabeth: It's Charlie's turn. Charlie: Don't die. Elizabeth, wiping a tear away: Truly inspirational.

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Michael: Kill me nowwwww. Charlie: Sorry, no can do. I need your help with my homework.

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Elizabeth: Ah, Hello again. We really need to stop meeting like this. Charlie: Maybe we would, if you would sTOP BREAKING INTO MY FUCKING HOUSE!!!

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Cassidy: You know, people treat me like a god. Michael: How? Cassidy: They ignore my existence unless they need something.

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Charlie: Fight me! Michael: gets on one knee and pulls out a ring Michael: Fight me for the rest of our lives.

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Michael: Well, remember when Charlie made a romantic dinner for me? Cassidy: Michael, they microwaved you a pizza.

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Cassidy: You gave me up, you let me down, you turned around, and deserted me. Elizabeth: But did I make you cry? Cassidy: cries on the spot Elizabeth: …Shit.

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Elizabeth: Hey, wanna help me commit arson? Michael: What the hell!? Elizabeth: Oh, sorry, my bad. Elizabeth, whispering: Wanna help me commit arson? Michael, whispering: Of course. What do you need?

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Charlie: Michael, we need that! Michael, holding Elizabeth over a trash can: Nope. Charlie: Gimme it— Michael: It’s garbage.

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Cassidy: we could make a boys club! Charlie: Im non-binary. Cassidy: Cassidy: Anti-girls club.

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Elizabeth: Who would you kill out of the four of us, Michael? Michael: Cassidy, easily. Cassidy, laughing: What the fuck, man. Michael: Well, Charlie would be too easy. They’d probably be into it. Charlie, now standing in the doorway: What the fuck, man!?

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Michael: banging a pen on the table out of frustration Charlie: Stop that. How would YOU feel if I banged you on the table? Michael: I— Michael: I don’t know the correct answer to that question.

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Michael: According to the footage here, you shook the vending machine and when the shake alarm went off, you punched the glass and broke it. Elizabeth: …I was hungry.

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Elizabeth: Did you win? Or just not die? Elizabeth: Either way, hooray. Michael: …Is "no" a valid answer? Elizabeth: The hooray is redacted and you frighten me.

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Elizabeth: Cassidy! I thought you were dead! Cassidy: No, just in deep cover. Elizabeth: …But it was an open casket. Cassidy: It was very deep.

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Elizabeth: Go ahead, Michael. Let it out, cry. If you don't, your tear ducts will get blocked up, and then when you get old, you won't be able to cry. Cassidy: Just when we thought it was safe to let you back into the conversation.

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Charlie: Are you an ‘arr’ pirate or a ‘yo ho ho’ pirate? Michael: I’m a ‘I’m not paying $600 for photoshop’ pirate.

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At a speed dating event Michael: Oh wow, people are really shallow. Charlie: Consider it a background check. For example: Do you have a death certificate? Michael: Checks their pulse Sorry, not yet. Charlie: Good, I'm not fucking a ghost again.

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Cassidy: ARE YOU- Michael: Fucking. Cassidy: KIDDING ME?! YOU- Michael: Fucking. Cassidy: IDIOT! Elizabeth: …What was that? Michael: Charlie banned Cassidy from swearing, so I’m helping them out.

[maltinonka]

Jason doesn't know - Eddie Munson x Reader

Pairing: Eddie Munson x female Reader

Word Count: 738

Summary: inspired by the song "Scottie doesn't know" by Lustra. Honestly had it stucked in my head for like an hour and the lightbulb switched itself on and a wicked idea came to life.

Warnings: reader is cheating on her boyfriend, shameless smut, cursing, risky sex in public places, mentions of blood, some type of boyfriend abuse I guess

Jason doesn't know that Y/N and me do it in my van every Sunday...

Eddie grunted, his hand gripping your thigh to spread your legs even further apart. His lips were all over your neck, kissing and slightly biting but not leaving a mark.

"Gosh, sweetheart you're so fucking tight... That stupid jock really doesn't know what a treasure he has right under his nose" you moaned loudly when he once again hit your g-spot. You were gripping onto the passenger seat of the van for your dear life.

...Y/N says she's out shopping but she's under me and I'm not stopping...

You grabbed Eddie's hair and dragged him close to your neck. The boy was grunting and moaning, pistoning himself into you and not planning to stop. You screamed when he hit that sweet spot and wrapped your legs around his hips to make him go even deeper.

"That's the spot, huh Sweetheart?" he traced sloppy wet kisses along your jawline moaning sweet compliments that turned you into the loud mush under him.

...Y/N's got him on the phone and she's trying not to moan...

"Y-yeah, I'm fine Jason you don't really have to come I don't want you to get sick." You bit your finger, stifling a loud moan. Eddie grinned from between your legs, his tongue rubbing circles around a bundle of nerves near your clit.

...it's a three-way call and he knows nothing...

"S-see you at school, babe!" you hang up and grabbed a fistful of Eddie's hair, pulling him down where you needed him more.

...the parking lot, why not? It's so cool when you're on top...

"You need to be quiet or someone's gonna find us" Eddie groaned and pushed his fingers into your mouth. You stifled a whine and started to suck on them. Your hips were moving up and down on his big cock, your hands gripping his shoulders to steady yourself while you were chasing your orgasm.

"You look perfect riding my dick like that." he slapped your ass and pushed his fingers deeper into your mouth to quiet down your sweet scream.

...Jason doesn't know...Jason's gotta know...I'm gonna tell Jason...Gonna tell him myself...

"You need to tell him you know?" Eddie rubbed your clit with his fingers, his other hand occupied with your breast as he kissed the skin behind your ear. "You have to tell him what a slut you are for the Freak." you whined and grind against his hand, searching for more friction.

"I-i can't... He will go nuclear..." you moaned Eddie's name when his fingers rubbed your entrance.

"I won't let him hurt you, Sweetheart." Eddie kissed your lips with a passion and silent promise.

...Jason has to... Jason has to... Jason has to go...

Eddie shouldn't have attacked Jason; he knew the jock was stronger than him but when he saw your purple bruise on cheek and cut on lower lip, he went feral. The boys from Hellfire club barely dragged him away from Jason.

"You touch her again and I will show you what a satanic ritual looks like! God dammit you even try to look towards her direction and I will murder you!" his hands and shirt were covered in blood, he had a black eye and probably broken ribs but Jason on the other hand was barely conscious, his nose broken, bruises all over his face and there was a black bruise forming on his eye.

By the time the teachers arrived on the field, you were sitting with Eddie on the picnic table in the forest, a first aid kit on your lap as you were tending to his hands.

"You are the most stupid boy I ever knew, Munson." you cleaned his knuckles and he winced.

"It stings."

"Good, maybe next time you will not fight with someone over stupid thing." he turned his head abruptly in disbelief.

"I can't believe you would say that! You are the most important thing Y/N! He hurt you, God I wish I killed him!" he tried to get up but you pulled him back down.

"Don't move you idiot, you have done enough." You kissed his lips softly. "And thank you for protecting me. I guess Jason knows about us know." You bandaged his hands while he kissed your neck.

"Wanna make out in front of his house?"

“Absolutely yes.” You grinned and he laughed pulling you in for a proper kiss.

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Thanks for reading, let me know what you think!

[stripperblvd]

obviously I gotta ask for an eddie x male reader 🥹

prompt:

eddie with a fellow “freak” bf that finally gets to see him graduate, and they’re just completely going crazy, screaming and chanting with the hellfire club when he gets his diploma, throwing roses and weird shit at him as a cute joke, and the other kids are just looking at them all weird, but Eddie is just so proud and happy. just complete tear shedding fluff where they all get their happy little ending!!

Moving Forward (Eddie Munson x male!Reader HCs)

Warnings: absolutely nothing, just pure pure fluffffffff. Maybe a little intimate mention but nothing huge.

You swear you probably would have broken the trailer with how much you two boys jumped when Eddie got his final’s results. 

You swore that your heart had physically stopped, if it wasn’t for Eddie’s lips making contact with yours.

Most definitely giving him a “reward” in bed later that night. 

Most of the days leading up to graduation were spent smuggly walking through the halls, laughing at all the stares you were given. 

You’d hear the occasional “freaks” maybe a slur or two, but you’re favorite of all time was one you overheard in math

“Fucking weirdo’s, probably getting pity passed.” 

Neither of you minded much, comforted by the fact that not only would you not have to move on from high school without your boyfriend but you wouldn't have to see Eddie repeat senior year a third time. 

“Don’t worry, pretty boy, I’ll buy all the booze you want when I turn 21.” Eddie would laugh, whenever you brought up the fact that he would be the indefinite buyer.

And finally the day is here.

Graduation Day. 86’ Baby

You spent the night at Eddie’s hanging up both your suit and his dress pants for the big day.

Lots of kissing, I mean in a few hours you won’t ever need to deal with pesky annoying teachers again in your life.

Definitely getting high, I mean how else are you supposed to graduate?

Fucking sober? Hell no.

Getting flustered all morning with all the compliments Eddie keeps giving you.

“Looking great sweetheart”

“My pretty boy” 

“Damn, cutest cheeks in all of Indiana” 

Is this man TRYING to give you a heart attack at 9 in the morning? 

Wayne would rather die than let you two step out the trailer without at least a few pictures.

“Now you boys just stay still. I said still damnit, Eddie get them hands out that boy’s hair!” 

After what felt like hours he’ll finally be satisfied, a few good proper pictures, some silly ones, and a whole lot of blurry ones. 

Getting there all the parents stare. Some whispering to their spouses or pulling their kids closer to them.

It’s not everyday you see Eddie “The Freak” Munson and his boyfriend walking with their caps and gowns at a Hawkins High graduation ceremony. 

The ceremony drags on, waiting impatiently for each other's names.

You swore you would get your diploma taken away within 5 minutes when you were called. 

Hellfire raising actual HELL when they heard your name, and screaming at the top of their lungs when they see Eddie walking the stage smuggly. 

Getting bombarded by the same boys the second the ceremony is over, throwing a bunch of confetti, DnD dice and the occasional cigarette bud. 

Needless to say, you knew exactly what to do when you saw Eddie starting to tear up, overwhelmed by the support despite all the looks people were throwing at him.

More uproar as you both kiss, raising your diplomas in the air. 

“Let’s run like Hell baby”

I love these nerds, man. Anyways, thank you very much for the request anon, I truly hope you liked it.

7-2-22