#the email is SO intimidating too like.. if i fuck up even a little on the forms I'm disqualified

[skrunksthatwunk]

this is so stupid but i just got notified about like,, being nominated for a Really Cool Big Deal Academic Thing I'm gonna be vague about and it involves an application and I'm like aa eee waow that's so cool I'm such a big shot and then i look at the deadline and it's the day after ishin drops,, oh,,

like hmm,, potentially life-changing opportunity vs some video game samurai,, seem about equal.. i guess.

i canNOT procrastinate on this so it's probably gonna be done before ishin anyway but I'm worried they're gonna butt heads for some reason,, like my sense of scheduling and time management is so bad i feel like I'm gonna mess something up simply by them being next to each other on the calendar jfddhk

#i wanna have sufficient time to be hyped for ishin where i don't have to think about anything and i can just get in the zone about it #so i can go NUTS when it drops free from any other thought #but this is BIG it is emotionally expensive and i might have to put ishin off so i can treat it properly #but i don't wannaaaaa #like i cannot emphasize how silly it is to me that my brain is prioritizing a video game here instead of this thing #...you're interfering with the blorbos from my games... #grah aurgh #everyone else is asleep so I've only told one person but eeee my chest hurts #in a good way this time #the email is SO intimidating too like.. if i fuck up even a little on the forms I'm disqualified #better be the best essay of my fucking life #i appreciate the amount of detail bc ambiguity frightens me but now i just feel overwhelmed instead ahh #but it's a net positive and I'll deal with it in the morning #and the fact that I'm so conflicted on it rather than prioritizing ishin + having a nagging voice about the academic thing #just goes to show how big important this thing is bc otherwise it would be backseated lol #my brain is NOT logic first it is fun first

[spitefulverse]

Unprofessional / Miguel O’Hara

Summary: You notice Miguel treats you better than others, it’s all hints, he can't take it anymore and uses you over your very own desk.

Warnings: Smut, cussing, bad Spanish, size kink, praise, dirty talk, breeding kink kinda, short fic. NOT PROOFREAD 2k words, All spanish phrases are translated, pet names are not, they are pink, they can mean many things, up for interpretation.

There he was, the man, the myth the legend, standing way too confidently in the circle, doing god knows what with that way too advanced tech, one hand resting on his hip as his face contorted in focus, cheeks defined and eyebrows furrowed. His red stare suddenly landing on you, one brow quirking as his lip curved into a small smirk. Fuck, the sense..tingle, thing. Too many different names for it now.

He trudged over to you, not feeling the slightest bit threatened as you tried to scurry away, his pace staying the same, catching up with you anyway. "Y/n" He placed both of his hands on his waist, his usual stance, his crimson gaze sauntering over your frame, making you feel so much smaller than you actually are, but fuck, he was huge. You stopped in you tracks, sighing.

"o'hara" You nodded, trying to not acknowledge how tight his suit was, like who seriously decided spidermen would wear spandex.

"Hm, i need to see you later, could i just come by or are you busy at all? No estás ocupada, ¿verdad, guapa?" (t:You aren't busy, are you pretty?) He considered you high up in his ranks of workers, you had your very own office, a door and everything, you were one of the ones he would occasionally entrust with his tasks while he did important things. Sometimes, you thought there was a chance you were special to him, but you never let that thought get out of hand

"Well, I'm helping someone at one, so you can come before or after" You stated, breathing in and straightening your back, trying to keep composure under his deathly intimidating gaze.

"How about two then?" He asked, crossing his thick arms over his chest, leaning onto one leg and looking over your figure subtly. "could you-" you started.

"Cool, thanks cariño" He cut you off, web slinging back onto the circle and instantly getting back to work, not one for procrastination, you huffed in light annoyance and walked to your office like an ordinary citizen, swearing his eyes were on you again.

At two on the dot, a knock sounded on your door, luckily just as you finished up with the task at hand, you sat up, tidying up your desk a little as you responded "Come in!"

The familiar man stepped in, ducking under the door before shutting it behind him and glancing around as he wandered over to you. Never a minute late, you thought.

"O'hara" You greeted and he nodded, that stern face of his the same as usual, pupils seeming a little larger as he looked at the seat opposite you before looking at you. His eyes flicked between the two before he decided on standing, looking down at you, seeming an even more unfair height difference as you sat, looking up at him with accidental doe eyes.

"So, i needed to get updated reports on earth 616, and a few more, also, i need you to fill in the graphs for the earth 138, i saw a bunch of mistakes when Hobie did it..Es un idiota, no puedo… honestamente no puedo…" (t: He is such an idiot, i cannot- i honestly cannot..) He explained, his tone serious, as usual, his look worse, his eyes boring holes into you, except when he mumbled about Hobie, his focus shifting.

"Couldn't have sent that in an email?" You asked and he rolled his eyes "Unless you need something else" You stood up, gently striding over to your own printer with confidence, brushing your shoulder against his side. A month or tow ago, you begged him for your own printer, sick of sharing, weirdly, he complied. He argued 'it will speed things up, you do most of the work around here anyway, they all just print off spider memes' but again, you hoped you were just special to him.

You bent down lightly to grab the paper that printed, not knowing how crazy you were sending him, he cleared his throat "Like what?"

"Just wanna spend time with your fav coworker" You teased, glancing over your shoulder, smirking playfully, he shook his head and looked away from you, leaning on your desk "Thats funny, Angelito"

"Ah don't lie, Mig'..you enjoy spending time with me" You walked back over, heels clicking gently, you placed the papers on the desk, leaning on it beside him.

"Do I? Yeah?" He Snickered, tone sarcastic, you smiled, knowing deep down, he did. "Ah, you know you wish you could hide out in here" You shrugged and he turned just slightly, tilting his head so he could see you, your gaze facing forward.

"Hm? really?"

"Yeah, i mean no one bothers me, i can do whatever, i could get away with murder, especially with the way you treat me"

"Hows that Princesa?" He squinted, licking his lips, you found yourself growing nervous under his gaze again, facing him. "Don't lie Miguel, You treat me different"

"So what? Say i do give you the special treatment, pretty, what does that mean?" He asks, the nickname making the air feel thick, lifting a large hand to brush under your jaw, his scarlet stare almost burning as he lifted your head with just his forefinger.

"You tell me.." You mumbled, barely above a whisper and he glanced at the door once before mumbling "mierda" and smashing his lips to yours, his soft lips moving perfectly against your own, like the connection that had you had both needed, an exasperated sigh escaped you into the kiss, your hand pressing against his muscular chest, nails digging into his suit slightly as he hummed, his other hand sliding to the curve of your ass.

He squeezed the plush of it before lifting you onto your desk, his other hand keeping you as close as possible until you pulled back, breathless, he looked at you, his ruby orbs scanning over your frame as you looked at him in slight shock. He reached his hand to your shirt and quickly unbuttoned the material, flinging it off your shoulders, his tan, rough hands gently cascading over your shoulders.

He leaned down to gently kiss over your skin, lips brushing over the skin of your shoulder, teeth touching at your bra strap before he sucked at the skin of your collarbone, a whine falling out of you. His scarred hands sliding to your back to undo your bra, it popping off with ease as he carefully removed it from your body like you were artwork. He licked a stripe over the skin he had just abused, blowing cool air onto the mark, making you shiver, whimpering lightly at the feeling. He moved back to admire you "Dios, tan caliente.." He bit down on his bottom lip, looking up to meet your view. Your cheeks felt hot as you looked at him, his hair falling over his face messily, eyes half lidded, lips plumper than usual.

"Wanna take you here, right here princesa" He grinned slightly and you nodded eagerly, leaning to pepper kisses along his jaw as he clicked at his watch. His head tilted back ever so slightly in pleasure, giving you more access to his neck, gently sucking and biting at it, hoping to leave a mark as easy as he did. With a click or two his suit grew loose and he hummed in pleasure, leaning back from your mouth "I'll get carried away, muñeca"

You nodded, smiling shyly, helping him pull down his suit, making sure to brush your fingertips over the skin of his arms, abs and legs, noticing the goosebumps that appeared on his tan skin. Fuck he was toned, like everywhere. He stood in just black boxers and you couldn't help yourself, fingers tracing his abs. He chuckled in amusement "Mm, while that feels good baby, we can't waste time" he took your hands in his, kissing both before placing them at your sides.

You were about to pull down your skirt but he was quick to stop you "Ah!-ah, keep it on, it's barely a skirt anyway" He teased, standing in front of you, veined hands gliding over your thighs, pushing your skirt up and smirking "fuck, cariño, when you bent over, it was so hard not to slam you against the printer right then and there" His words sent a shiver down your spine and you smirked.

"I was hoping it'd have that effect" You kissed his jaw and he tutted, gripping at the plush of your thighs "So unprofessional" His large hand slid between your legs, pushing your thighs apart "Gonna get you ready for me, yeah?" He reassured and you nodded eagerly, biting down on your lip as you felt his thumb rub a gentle circle into your inner thigh before pushing your small panties to the side.

"Fuck" He cursed under his breath, his middle finger sliding down your slit "so fucking wet, perdóname" (t:forgive me). He circled your clit with his thumb, applying pressure to the sensitive nub before pushing his thick finger into you, you gasped quietly at the feeling, eyes fluttering shut. He watched you with deep eyes, finger pushing in an out of you, curling to meet your g spot in heavenly ecstasy, before adding another the second he felt you were ready. "mierda..can't take it baby, bend over" he pulled his fingers out of you, wiping your slick on your thigh.

Instantly, you did as told, bending over your desk, arching your back slightly so you were on show for him, he groaned at the sight and pushed your skirt over the plump of your ass, tugging your panties down to your thighs. You could hear him sorting out his boxers and the anticipation built up more and more with every second, you found yourself wriggling against the desk, squeezing your thighs together. "Such a pretty sight baby, you that desperate huh? want y cock that bad?"

"mhm" You whined, clenching around nothing eyes screwed shut in desperation, he moaned softly at the sight and nodded. "yeah?"

"yes! Miguel, please!" You whined and he snickered, his hand smoothing over your ass, the other helping line his cock up with your hole "Good girl" He commented, pushing his tip into you before grunting "This tight cunt gonna fit me baby?"

"yes..miggy, yes please, promise it will" You mumbled, words barely coherent, grinding against him, he chuckled, pushing into you, the pressure new, never being filled so deep, a high pitched moan left you as his hips met your ass, his hand soothingly rubbing your waist "That's it, good girl, take me so well..tan hermoso" He spoke, sounding kind but choked, as if he himself was struggling to hold back. After a moment, he began to move, his hips snapping back to meet yours with every thrust, filling you each time, one hand slid under you, pressing at your lower stomach with enough pressure to angle you more, his thrusts hitting your g-spot perfectly.

He seriously knew how to please a woman, his other hand rubbed at your clit, his body meeting yours at a quick but powerful pace, squelching noises filling the room as you both grew hot and sweaty, not once had a man ever made you feel so good and no one would ever top this. "santa mierda" He groaned, if you could see him, his eyes are shut, mouth agape, moaning out in pleasure, head back, neck exposed.

"Mig- I'm..I'm close" You panted out, gripping at your desk as your stomach tightened, the feeling so familiar yet new. He nodded "Same, princesa, coño..Cum, cum on my cock baby" He pumped into you a few last times, his finger rubbing roughly at your overstimulated clit, making you gush all over him, moaning out. He groaned in reaction, bucking his hips once or twice as he came into you, filling you with his cum. Both of you were breathless, he pulled out after a minute and finally sat in that chair that was offered a while ago.

You looked to him before collapsing onto his lap, his arm wrapping tightly around your waist, panting and leaning your head into the crook of his neck. "Fuck..Miguel your amazing" You choked out, looking up to kiss him with a sheepish smile.

"I know, you feel fucking amazing baby" He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead "keep that cum in there, s'hot" He mumbled, looking between your eyes and lips, like he couldn't decide. You nodded and he hummed "Your beautiful, mi corazón..I have to get back to work, but come see me when i'm finished hm?" He asked and you nodded, both of you rushing to get ready and clean up, trying to act normal.

As he stepped out the door he turned to you "No me hagas esperar, I'll see you at seven, y/n" He winked, leaving. (T: Don't keep me waiting)

--

Im honestly sorry this was rushed, could this maybe be a two parter? not a clue.

#miguel o'hara fanfiction #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara #spiderman #spiderman x reader #spiderman 2099 smut #spiderman 2099 x reader #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #astv #spitefulversefics

[ere-the-sun-rises]

Controversial Opinion

Microsoft Office is superior to Google's features. Hands down.

Point 1: Email

Okay, so here Google does actually win one. Gmail is better than Outlook not because it's a better service but because it's not trying so hard. Outlook is over-functional, in a way that says someone is justifying having a paycheck by adding features that no one wants or uses.

Point 2: Word Processor

Microsoft Word beats Gdocs to death in a back alley. Gdocs sucks so much ass it's not even funny. Word is the perfect program - clear parameters, nicely in-depth features and controls that allow for precise formatting. It doesn't lag no matter how long the doc is and it has more fonts than people on planet earth. You can easily save the doc as a PDF and it prints without issue. Gdocs has to beg for mercy and can barely manage to save to desktop without completely fucking up what little formatting you can manage. Plus, did you know that Gdocs doesn't save your work as a proper text file, but as image plates of each page? God, Docs sucks so much.

Point 3: Spreadsheets

GSheets is a joke. Its mother thinks its a failure and its siblings only hang out with it because they feel bad. Excel is intimidating, but for a reason - it knows what it's doing and is damn good at it. Nothing is beyond it. Nothing.

Point 4: Presentations

GSlides is screaming, crying, throwing up when Powerpoint walks into the room. Can you imagine? Intuitive slide management, no lag after ten slides, detailed formatting and being able to save and transfer without breaking both of its legs.

Point 5: Online Storage

OneDrive not only has more space, it has more sophisticated organization too. It saves stuff like your desktop would - in files, preserved formatting. It can also host online-only documents or just be a cloud backup. Drive wishes it could be so elegant instead of a dumpster.

Point 6: Meeting Platform

Teams is an unholy middle-management monstrosity made from a bargain with whatever eldritch being is in control of frustrating UI, but who tf has ever heard of Duo? Did you even know Google has a knock-off Zoom? I hate Teams, but if I had to be stucm in an elevator with the three of them, Teams is the only one I'd trust to reliably host a call for help. With a free Halo background, no less (Halo's artwork is so pretty you guys).

Point 7: Cost

Okay, Microsoft takes the L here again. I don't mind paying for stuff, but I resent subscriptions. Just fucking let me buy the program outright, you shitlords. But then again, Google is free for a reason.

I'm not a Microsoft shill or fan here, just a frustrated and irritated TA who's had people attempt to use Google's hideous products in their presence when the university provides Office to its students for free. The disrespect, honestly.

Dishonourable mention: Apple Pages.

You don't even have an excuse. Microsoft made Office for Apple and you know damn well that no dropbox accepts Pages files because they suck. Get that shit out of here.

P.S. I can tell when you're an Apple user too, because you never change the default font (San Francisco) to one any PC would have (like Arial, Calibri or Times New Roman).

[knybits]

THE HATING GAME — 6

PAIRING —

↳ kochou shinobu x reader

SUMMARY —

↳ Geniuses within the same field yet rivals within each other’s eyes, your colleagues wonder when the sexual tension will break so that you two will become the department’s powerhouse couple so that they can enter you two into the couples contest against the other departments. Some things might have to be done by force.

WARNINGS —

↳ cursing, violence, death 

[ Navigation ]

Each day was a stage through grief. 

Day 1 - Denial 

There’s no way you fucked your reputation up and made the biggest mistake in your life. Besides agreeing to fake date Shinobu Kocho. 

There’s no way Shinobu blames you for anything, you weren’t even the main perpetrator. 

Day 2 - Anger 

Who the fuck puts the waste jars so close to the edge of the counter??? 

And why does Shinobu think you’re useless?? What right does she have to pin everything on you? She’s out of her fucking mind. 

Araceli had to take you out for a walk this day. 

Day 3 - Bargaining

Ok, maybe if you hadn’t grabbed Shinobu and startled her like that, things would be fine. 

Maybe if you let her pick the lunch spot that day, you would’ve gotten held up at a fancy place and not been there for the ‘incident’. (This is what you’ve named it now, the ‘incident’) 

Maybe if Marcus hadn’t been a little shi- 

Too far. 

Day 4 - Depression 

Why isn’t Shinobu calling you? Or texting? Or emailing? Or burning your name on the campus grass?? 

God you didn’t realize how empty your days have been without her. She hasn’t attended lectures, and the seats next to you are barren now. Your notes are even sloppier than before, and you actually had to start writing some of your work down to get through it. 

You’re back to bunsen burner cup ramen and first years actively avoiding your harsh glare. You’re back to a lab coat that needed a wash since yesterday and a shower for yourself the day before that. 

Day 5 - Acceptance 

“Stop staring at your phone, just call her,” Araceli chides. She turns the bunsen off and slides you your 4th cup of instant ramen for the day. You have a cold coffee in one hand and your phone in the other. But at Araceli’s words, you decide to put the phone down for once. 

“I royally screwed up. Like, as royal as Shinobu herself.” 

“Alright for starters, you have to stop with the insults.” 

“How was that an insult. I called her royal, I don’t get it.” 

You get an overdone eye roll, but at least there’s a response out of you. 

“Look, both you and Shinobu are hurt. No one else was there to see what happened to you two, and I think you guys just need to hash this shit out together, ok?” 

Silence hangs in the dingy kitchen, the fluorescent light bulb’s flickering causing a slight headache. But you know your friend is right. She’s always right. At least about stuff like this. 

—

Shinobu answers her door a little too quickly. You aren’t done mentally preparing yourself (muttering ”She won’t kill me” under your breath a thousand times) when the door swings itself open and in all her 4’11” glory, Shinobu Kocho steps out. 

What you don’t expect, is for a warm smile to grace her face as she looks up at you. 

“Hello, have you been well?”

The hospitality knocks you off guard, and you almost become a stuttering mess (unfathomable, I know) if it weren’t for the fact that you at least prepared 80% of yourself. 

“Fine. Can I come in?” You tilt your head towards her door and she steps aside. The comforting scent of lavender washes over you and your nerves settle quickly. Her apartment has always been calming, though unbearably intimidating when you first came over. 

Now you just see remnants of the last month. Studying with tea and sandwiches, watching movies with a hair length of space between the two of you, doing laundry together because she actually has an in-unit washer and dryer (a luxury you clearly can’t afford). 

Shinobu has some of her notes sprawled out on her coffee table, notes as colorful and easy to read as ever. So she’s been studying by herself, how nice. 

You take a seat at the small dining table she has and she’s cordial enough to pour you your own cup of tea. You’re too anxious to refuse it, not really intending to stay long. You just need to get this massive elephant off your chest before it crushes it. 

Amethyst gem eyes stare deep into you,  waiting for your to speak. You assume that’s why she’s so quiet, and while it feels like she’s being patient out of kindness, there’s an eerie tension in the air that chokes you up. 

“How- uh… I haven’t heard from you in five days… You good?” 

You good? 

You good?? 

WHY IN YOUR RIGHT MIND DID YOU ASK HER THAT?! 

But honestly, you’d rather Shinobu beat you over the head with her organic chemistry textbook than continue to smile at you. She takes a long sip from her cup, savoring the aroma. She only speaks when her porcelain cup makes a tiny ‘clink’ as she sets it down on the saucer. 

“I’ve just been busy. Filling out the incident report and all that,” she waves off your concern. 

“We have to write an incident report?” 

“No, I do. I told the department and the university to let me handle it.” 

It takes your brain a second to catch up because why did no one tell you about an incident report? SHouldn’t you legally be doing that too? Why is she the one doing all the work? 

…

Oh. 

“You’re trying to pin everything on me, aren’t you?” 

Shinobu’s hospitality vanishes in an instant. Her once (fake) smile is replaced with the nastiest glare you’ve seen from her thus far. It’s as if her skin crawls at the sight of you, and she reaches to pull at her ears a little. You can’t tell if it’s a nervous or angry tick, or if she actually wants to rip her ears off so that she never has to listen to you again. 

“How dare you,” she seethes. “Actually, I’m trying to cover you. For the both of us. I wouldn’t put your oh so important reputation on the line with the university and department chairs. Even I’m not as wicked of a witch to do that,” Shinobu spits out and you flinch. 

You mumble out a quick apology and she takes a second to breath in through her nose then out from her mouth. She does this a few more times, but even a breathing exercise isn’t enough for her to plaster her fake smile on her face again. She stares at you with uninterest when she opens her jewel toned eyes. Your heart aches for a minute, and you’re about to apologize again, and for real this time, but she sets a hand on the table. 

“I’m honestly happy that you’re here, (F/n). I’ve been meaning to talk to you.” 

You blink at Shinobu, eyes fluttering over her perfect posture. But her shoulders are tensed just the slightest bit, and you’re not sure why. 

“Uh.. Yeah, I’ve been meaning to talk to you too. Listen, I’m s-” 

“This ends now.” 

—

Each day was a stage through grief. 

Day 1 - Denial 

There’s no way she was a part of such a dangerous accident. 

Shinobu Kocho - the genius? 

She would never have been a part of that scandal if it weren’t for you. There’s no way something so dumb could happen to someone as cautious as herself. 

Day 2 -Anger

What the fuck was (F/n) doing grabbing her wrist anyway?? She has a personal bubble for god’s sakes!! There was no need for such aggressive touching. 

If Shinobu could go back in time, she would have done a lot worse than push you back a little. 

Honestly?? She should have done worse! SHE SHOULD RIGHT NOW.

Day 3 - Bargaining 

Ok, maybe if she didn’t insult you, things would be fine. 

Maybe if she had fought harder for her restaurant of choice (literally just the taqeria across campus) they wouldn’t have been there for the ‘incident’. (This is what she’s named it now, the ‘incident’) 

Maybe if Marcus hadn’t been a little shi- 

Too far.

Day 4 - Depression 

Why isn’t (F/n) calling her? Or texting? Or emailing? Or locking her into a room with carbon monoxide ??

Her days without you are dull and boring. There’s no competition, no passion, no laughter. She knows that if she were to see you, her heart would fall out of her chest and the thought of being near you hurt too much to bear. 

Shinobu forgot about laundry day, and she forgot to get her nails done (which caused her nail lady to call in a panic, because Shinobu has never missed or been late for an appointment). She forgot to nutritionally balance her meal, and she’s started talking to herself only in Japanese, so first years have decided to stop bothering her. 

Day 5 - Acceptance 

Shinobu knows what she did wrong. And she knows what you did wrong. She knows that she has to make amends, but she also knows that she needs to put an end to all this nonsense. 

Because even if you two were to reconcile, what then? What’s the point if you two ‘break up’ in a few weeks anyway. There’s no point in reconciling if this is a fake relationship. 

And honestly? 

Shinobu doesn’t want to do this anymore. 

Day 9 - Acceptance(?)

It’s the phone call with her parents that does her in. 

She dreams of her sister, dying in front of her during the mugging. The sound of a bottle of wine being shattered against her sister’s head, shards of green glass scattering across the asphalt. The gooey blood mixing together with the cheap wine. Shinobu being grabbed by their assailants before the blaring lights from cop cars pull up to the alleyway.

Shinobu couldn’t save her sister. 

It was all her fault. 

“It’s all your fault.” 

“Don’t say that Kanae. Please, I-” 

“It’s all your fault. All your fault. All YOUR FAULT!!!”

When Shinobu wakes up in a cold sweat, it’s 2 in the morning and she’s stumbling to her bathroom to hurl. Her hair falls into her face and she shakily dials your number, because she needs someone. 

Anyone. 

Someone to tell her it’s not her fault. 

She crawls to the door to let you in, and she can only remember being picked up bridal style, taken to the bathroom, and having her hair pulled back so that she can continue throwing up. So that she can continue crying and screaming in pain. So that she can keep begging her sister for forgiveness. 

The only thing that brings her back is the gentle grip around her hair, and the hand against her back that keeps her stable. Soft words of reassurance, “It’s alright,” “I’m here for you,” “You’ll get through this,” 

“It wasn’t your fault.” 

Time passes, and Shinobu can’t throw up food she hasn’t eaten in the last day. She can’t cry tears with water she hasn’t drank in the last day. She can’t scream with the throat that she hasn’t used to speak in the last day. 

So you clean her up. 

Turn the shower on, wash her hair, brush her mouth and teeth, rinse her face, put on a pot of chamomile tea, change her into new clothes, and carry her back to bed. Your presence and touch hold a kindness she doesn’t recognize but is familiar with. 

When you’re about to leave she weakly takes your hand and begs you to stay with whatever hoarse voice she had left. She wants comfort, a sense of love, even if it’s one sided. 

She wants something.

So you stay. You bring up a chair and sit, holding her hand. And she begins to whisper about her sister. Her older sister. The death of her older sister. The therapy she had to go to for her trauma. How the ‘incident’ and the phone call with her parents sent her over, and how lonely she is living abroad with no friends, no family, no one. 

Shinobu Kocho knows that she lives in a palace of lies and facades. But she keeps the barriers up and no one questions her, they just revere her. And she wants to keep it that way. 

But with you? 

Why did she call you? 

What is she doing? 

Shinobu finally drifts off to a dreamless sleep, and when she wakes up you’re still there. Still holding her hand, still sitting in the chair, still by her side with your head hung over as you snore lightly. 

And Shinobu realizes she can’t accept being without you. 

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[Next Chapter]

#Shinobu #Kochou #kochou shinobu #shinobu kocho #shinobu kochou #shinobu x reader #kny #demon slayer #Kimetsu no Yaiba #shinobu kocho x reader

[auroracalisto]

runs in the family

dad!otto octavius x gn!offspring!reader, 1.5k words tw: gn!reader, reader grows up thinking they don't have a dad, cussing, au!! doc has his arms and has his accident, but everyone lived and spiderman saved him because i said so. unnamed mother character. reader is said to be around 18. a/n: i am not a scientist. i literally took a cooking biology class in college so i have no idea what a lot of the scientific terminology is, unless i try to remember from my high school sciences. please bear with me. LMAO. this was requested by @loreoflemons—sorry it took me so long to get it done, but i hope it lives up to your expectations! also, thanks to @yn-ymn-yln for being my first reader <33

A father.

You had an actual father, and as much as your mother inadvertently tried to keep that hidden, it had come to light. Or rather, you found evidence, and then you made an effort to actually prove it.

The birth certificate you clutched in hand was enough to make your mother panic as she searched for the right thing to say, but you understood her well enough. As much as you wanted to be angry, you knew that she kept it secret to keep you safe, especially in recent years.

"I want to meet him," you said, staring her down as she stood there, gaping at you.

She hesitantly nodded, and you couldn't help your smile. She understood.

The day had finally come in which her worst fears would be recognized—but you were taking this far better than she had imagined, and she was grateful for it.

You had always known you had a father, but never did you think it would be someone like him.

Your mother almost hated that it was him.

He was an intimidating man, with his degrees and lumbering stature. The mechanical arms protruding from his back did little to douse the overwhelming feeling that your father was indeed none other than Doc Ock.

His accident had set him back years on his revolutionary work, but he bounced back from it with the help of his wife and those who had worked with him. Had Spider-Man not been there in his time of need, it's possible that he could have turned for the worse.

But despite his injuries, he didn't stop. He had a world to help, and the addition of these arms only proved to be beneficial.

That was nearly two weeks ago.

You stood in front of the laboratory door, paper with directions scribbled on them clutched in hand.

This was it. You were going to meet him.

What would he even say? It's not like you even knew if he would be in today. Your mother didn't have his number—it was a one-night stand, as she so kindly put it. They never exchanged emails, or addresses, or anything else you might have thought to mention. You only knew where he worked because of the mass number of newspapers that acknowledged his wondrous achievements.

You took in a deep breath and knocked rapidly on the door, eyes squeezing shut as you waited for an answer.

A short, "It's open!" was shouted, and you immediately walked in. Your eyes darted from each lab station. They each laid empty, save for the very last one where he sat, peering into a microscope.

The man pulled back, eyes settling on you. Confusion became him as he tilted his head, sitting his pen down as he did so.

"May I help you?"

His voice was far kinder than you had envisioned.

"Yeah," you said, crossing your arms over your chest. The thought of that being too brash ran through your mind. Quickly, you uncrossed your arms, awkwardly standing in the middle of the laboratory like a deer caught in a pair of headlights. "I, uh, you're Doc Ock, right?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Doctor Octavius, but yes. I do suppose my reputation precedes me, hm?"

"Yeah, it does," you said, clearing your throat. You hesitantly pulled on a smile, realizing that this was far more intimidating than you had wanted it to be.

Your mother had warned you that this wouldn't be easy. Maybe you should have just brought her along and let the doctor put two and two together?

That would have been so fucking awkward. You would have rather died on the spot.

"Is there something wrong?" he asked, genuinely concerned. The young teenager standing in the middle of his laboratory had managed to bypass all the other lab techs and doctors who roamed the hallways. Why were you even here? Were you friends with Peter? You couldn't have been older than twenty if even that.

"No, I just..." You paused. You just needed to tell him. He would understand. It wasn't rocket science—you were his kid. You had the proof in your bag if you needed it. "Doctor Octavius, you're my dad."

His lips parted as he went to speak, but no sound came out. His eyebrows furrowed and he stood up from his seat, mechanical arms frozen behind him.

"What?"

"Yeah... you know, eighteen years ago, you had a fling with my mom. She disappeared afterward, and then she had me less than a year later."

"And you believe I'm your father?"

"She put you on my birth certificate," you said, rummaging around in your bag for it. You told him your mother's name, and as you pulled out the piece of official documentation, realization struck him where he stood.

"You're her kid?" he began, a smile beginning to form. "You're my kid?"

You held out the birth certificate to him, but made no move to walk closer to him. He came over to look, his smile only growing.

"You really—you really are!"

He had always dreamed about having a child with his dear Rosie, even if she were unable to bear her own—she would be in for an earful when he went home that night. He hoped she'd take the news well (though he knew that she would; she was the love of his life, after all).

"You—we must talk," he began. "I'm sure I have so much to catch up on."

Your features softened and you began to smile yourself. This had gone far smoother than you believed it would.

"A hell of a lot, Doc."

You found yourself in the laboratory once more, staying out of the way of the lab techs who ran around, trying to finish up for the day. In the past month or so, you'd been in there at least twice a week, catching up with your father. You had years to talk about, after all.

Otto had planned on leaving far sooner that evening, and yet, he sat at his desk, clear glass vials sitting in front of him. Most had been filled, each with a combination of chemicals that just wasn't working for what he needed.

You leaned back in your chair, foot kicking the edge of the table you were near. A bag of jelly beans sat beside of a can of your favorite drink. Had you known you would have been here for this long, you would've just picked something up for you and Otto. At least then he wouldn't have had to worry about anything.

Takeout was starting to sound really good at this point.

"I'm sorry, dear," Otto said, looking up from the glassware with a frown. "I'm almost done, I promise."

He picked up his pencil once more, crossing through a formula on his notepad. Scribbling ensued as he worked through yet another, frustration marking each symbol written in soft graphite. While this should have been far simpler, he seemed to only be making it more difficult.

Your shoes scuffed against the tile flooring, forcing your chair into a little spin. You closed your eyes, head tilting back to face the fluorescents that smiled down at you.

"Have you tried cadmium sulfide?"

Otto's scribbling stopped. He slowly looked up at you, a sluggish blink following suit.

You stopped your spinning abruptly, leaning forward and grabbing a handful of your jellybeans. You looked up at him when you realized that he was staring. You held out your hand with a smile.

"Want one?"

"No," he began, quickly finding his voice. "That's... a good idea, Y/n," he said, confusion evident in his features. He said nothing more, immediately grabbing the substance and using it in his chemical solution. It seemed to do the trick as Otto's face melted into that of one that showed victory—he could wrap this up sooner than later, now.

You popped the handful of jelly beans into your mouth, continuing the spinning once more.

"Since when...?" Otto started, looking up from his desk once more.

"You never asked," you said. You stopped your spinning once more and grabbed your drink, grinning.

"I just... assumed that you wouldn't have an interest in science," he confessed, scratching the back of his head as he spoke.

"I've liked it since I was a kid. Mom put me in camps and shit," you said, fingertips tapping against the aluminum of your can. "You know you can go to forensic camps when you turn twelve?"

"You like forensics?"

"Nah," you said. "Well, toxicology. But I took what I could get. And the forensic camps were free for Brooklyn kids."

He smiled a bit and returned to write something else down on his notepad before he spoke.

"Glad to know it runs in the family."

You couldn't help but smile at the phrase—it did, indeed, run in the family.

You leaned back against your seat, nursing your can with a grin. Your father was one of a kind.

So were you—the world just didn't know it, yet.

#doctor otto octavius x reader #doctor otto octavius #doc ock x reader #doc ock #doctor octavius x you #child!reader #dad!otto #dad!otto octavius #dad!doc ock #doc ock x gn!reader #doc ock x you #spiderman #marvel x reader #x reader #reader insert #fluff #request #otto octavius x reader #otto x reader #otto octavius

[rorywritessmut]

Sparks in the Workplace

Ikeda Jun finally figures out why men won’t date her, and it has everything to do with Bakugou

Chapter Three

School was getting difficult, I hated school. I knew I had to power through the hard classes I didn’t like but it was going to be difficult. I threw my laptop onto the bed and sighed. My psych courses weren’t the hard part, it was all the pro hero and HIPPA laws that sucked. I know I need to know them but couldn’t they make the classes easier? I was knee deep in a paper about laws restricting PR reps and their relationships with Heroes when my phone buzzed.

Yamamoto Tamotsu

Hey, what are you doing?

Ikeda Jun

Knee deep in a college paper ):

Yamamoto Tamotsu

Want a break? (;

I like Yamamoto, or Tamo as he wanted to be called. He is the sidekick from some unknown school in rural Japan that is trying to make it big here in Mustafa. His quirk is called Mega Metal, he can turn his entire left arm into a Katana! Mina introduced us a couple of days after the terrible interview, and we instantly clicked! He asked me out on a date just a few days ago and I am still swooning over how sweet and kind he is!

Ikeda Jun

Maybe tomorrow? This paper is due tonight ):

He instantly replies

Yamamoto Tamotsu

Sure! I’ll swing by your work at 5 and pick you up!

I squealed into my pillow and kicked my feet like a little girl. He didn’t mind that I hated Bakugou, he actually did too! Most guys when they found out I worked for Dynamight as his PR Rep, they left in a hurry. Bakugou is an intimidating guy. I knew that but it seem like people thought he would be competition. Not Tamo, though, he knew that my hatred for my boss was as real as paper.

Tamo made me feel giddy, like I was in highschool again. He opened doors for me, sent me coffee at work, and even made it a point to stop by if his patrol allowed him too. On the first date, he called Mina in front of me to thank her for setting us up! Talk about a major compliment.

The next day, there were three roses on my desk and a note from Tamo. He was excited for our date this evening. I breathed in the sweet smell of the roses and began working at my desk. Answering emails and setting up more PR work for Bakugou. I know I had to smooth over the incident from last week, my actual bosses were livid I let my feelings get in the way.

That didn’t stop Bakugou from his usual reign of terror on me. He still found ways to corner me, trip me, and fumble with my hair. I still wonder where he gets off being so mean to people? He was an asshole and I hated every second I had to spend with him. However, Tamo had me in such a good mood that not even Bakugou could ruin it.

“Ikeda.” My boss snaps me from my work.

“Bakugou.” I sneer and turn to look at him but I’m met with his chest. He’s reaching over my shoulder, right for the roses!

“What extra sent you these?” He growled, a fire lighting behind his eyes.

“Nobody, none of your business.” I growl back at him, snatching the roses and cutting myself in the process. “Shit.”

“Let me see.” Is all Bakugou says to me as he jerks my hand towards him and inspects it. His eyes flicker to mine and I feel my breath catch in my throat. His caramine eyes have me in a trance as his tongue darts out and licks the blood from my finger. An unwilling shiver travels down my spine and I can feel something pooling in my core.

“Give my finger back,” I jerk my hand to my chest like I had just touched fire, “Freak.” I add. Bakugou stuffs his hands in his pocket and leans forwards, lips next to my ear.

“Says the bitch whose pussy is dripping.” Another shiver is running down my spine.

Fuck. I push him away and get up. I rush for the bathroom, still holding my hand to my chest. I can feel the cheeky grin he has on his face following me as I leave. I quickly lock the door behind me and slide to the floor. What the actual fuck was that. Why was Bakugou able to do these kinds of things to me without even trying hard? I take a deep breath in and my senses are flooded with a rich burning caramel smell, his smell.

“Fuck,” I curse aloud and fist my hands in my hair. I know what he smells like, and I like it.

Everyone knows what he smells like, I try to reassure myself. The tabs are riddled with perfumes and candles trying to recreate his smell for his fans. The guy’s quirk is the fucking nitroglycerin he sweats! Of course he would be sweaty and smelling like a fucking dish. I mean, piece of shit.

“Uuuum, Jun?” Comes the soft voice of one of my coworkers. “I need to use the restroom.” I quickly unlock the door and rush back to my desk.

When I get there, there is no sign of Bakugou but there sits a blue “ajisai.” I pick the beautiful flower up and look at its blooms. Who left this here? I look around for a note but see nothing. I ask the ladies around me if they saw anything but all they do is giggle.

So, I text the group chat a picture.

Jun-Jun

What does it mean when someone leaves this on your desk?

Hika-chu

Someone is jealous!

Pinky Pie

Definitely from a stilted lover!

Nishi-chan

Could be that guy from accounting!

Hika-chu

Nope, he got a girlfriend recently.

Jun-Jun

We are coming back to that. Seriously, who left this?

Pinky Pie

Oh, I know. But I won’t tell, not yet.

I sigh and shut my phone off. I really should be getting back to work so I can leave on time to Tamotsu. I try to focus on everything but the flower and Mina’s message, what does she know that I don’t? I decided to work through lunch and skipped the meeting with the show producers for tomorrow's interview. They’ve already asked us on the show once before and they’re just getting a run down of what they can and can’t ask again.

5 hits and I’m walking out the door when I run into a solid wall, or I thought it was. My nose burns with that rich caramel scent once more and I look up at Bakugou. He’s smiling down at me. Asshole.

“Gotta date tonight, nerd?”

“What’s it to ya, sir?” I smile at him sweetly, he grimaces.

“Don’t do that shit.” He backs away from me like I have a disease, I smile bigger and step closer.

“Do what, sir, smile?”

“Fuck off.” He growls and pushes me out of the way. I take one last glance at his hero gear and try to clear all of my thoughts of Bakugou.

However, I am beginning to worry about Tamo. 5:30 rolls around and I don’t see his car in sight, 6:00 comes and goes without any sight of him either. I breathe a defeated sigh and start walking home. Thn, someone honks. I look up to find Tamo, out of breath, running towards me and waving.

“Ikeda!” He calls, I smile and wave back at him.

“Hi, Tamo.”

“Let's go for a ride.” HIs smile is fake. Everything about him is off, I look him up and down. I can see he is wearing date clothes but his demeanor says this is a break up date.

“If you’re cutting things off, I’d rather jump in front of a bus.” I can feel tears threatening to break free from my tear ducts.

“Ikeda, please. I need to talk to you about something. I can’t do it here though. Please.” I look into his steel gray eyes and take his hand. He smiles at me wide and leads me to his vehicle.

We are silent as we drive to some cafe a few miles away.

“Talk.” I feel numb.

“Ikeda, this isn’t about you it’s about-”

“You want to know how many times I’ve heard this before?” I snarl at him, “It’s not you it’s you job. It’s not you, it’s me. At least you didn’t stand me up.”

“No, Ikeda, it’s-” He pauses for a moment, “Bakugou.”

“You told me he didn’t intimidate you.”

“Not until today.” There’s an emptiness behind his eyes. “Bakugou, he called me and he threatened me.”

“He threatened you?”

“He said he could pin any crime he wanted on me or kill me if he couldn’t do that.” A shiver racks his body and he starts crying. I reach over to touch Tamo’s shoulder but he jerks away from me.

“I can turn him in!” I offer.

“No! He says I will be fine if I stop messing with “his girl” so I-”

“Stop. Bakugou can’t threaten you and if this is how you tell me you’re seeing two girls. This is a real shitty way to do it.” I cross my arms over my chest and stare him down.

“No, Ikeda, you’re his girl”

@cringeycookies

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I saw that you accept prompts for your „teach me to love“ fic! So here is an idea:

Gil is on his way to Thena to give her papers for a little school theater play when he sees her and Kro outside the door in an heated argument. He sees how Kro gets angrier and angrier and how he comes dangerously and threatening closer to Thena so Gil rushes and puts himself between him and her. He is looking very serious and intimidating and telling him with a very calm but cold voice (serious mafia vibes here xD) to be very careful of his next steps. Thena has never seen Gil like this and is too stunned.

So you can choose if you want to put it as a prompt out here or like a new idea for your fic. Because I just thought after the first encounter between him and Gil that kro would cause a few problems through the story :)

Gil made the quick trip down the street to Thena's house. He had a few papers for her to sign for the upcoming activities for the month. Of course, he could have just emailed her, or just sent them home with Druig, as he had with the rest of the kids.

He had just...forgotten to. That was all.

It wasn't that it was an excuse to see her. She was his neighbour, it was just convenient to be able to run them over to her. He was pretty sure that even Thena would say they were friends at this point. He was just doing a favour for his friend. That was it.

"Fuck you!"

That was most definitely not Thena's voice.

Gil picked up his pace to a light jog until he could see past Phastos' house and into her front yard. She was on the front porch, arguing with an eerily tall and imposing figure. Gil had a bad feeling he knew who that was.

"Will you keep your voice down!" she hissed at the man who quickly leaned in to tower over her again.

"Let me the fuck inside, Thee," Kro growled at her, not necessarily shouting anymore but certainly not keeping his voice down either. "I came to see my goddamn kid."

"Kro, we have rules about this for a reason," she crossed her arms at him, unmoved by his growling at her. "You cannot just come over here any time you wish."

"I can't bring my son a fucking birthday present?" he snarled at her.

"His birthday is next month."

"No, it's not."

Thena pushed Kro back by his chest, "I was there! I was there alone, if you recall!"

"This again," Kro stepped back, rolling his eyes at her. As if not having been there for the birth of his child was some small thing to nag him about.

"I have full custody, Kro," Thena pressed, stepping forward and even surrendering her elevated stance on the porch to push back at him. "That was the agreement. I decide when and where you get to see him--if you get to see him!"

"You agreed not to keep me from my own kid, y'self-righteous bitch!"

"That was before you showed up with barely a warning at Christmas and frightened him!"

"You saying my own boy's afraid of me?!" Kro bellowed at her, far beyond proving her point for her. He ceased letting her push him back from her space, marching forward again. "Because that's your doing, Thee! You fuckin' coddled him until he was a such a momma's boy that he'd cry at the littlest thing!"

"He's five!"

"I'm goin' to see my kid!" Kro pushed forward until Thena's feet hit the front step again. She turned instinctively to balance herself but Kro grabbed her wrist, forcing her eyes back to him, "and you're-"

"That's enough!"

Thena blinked as she found herself released, no longer with her ex-husband screaming in her face but behind a warm, sturdy back. "Gil?"

"Who the fuck are you?" Kro snarled at Gil, snapping his hand back to him in a fist after it was wrenched away from Thena.

Gil didn't dignify that with a response. They had literally met before. "Back up."

"Wait," Kro frowned, his eerily blue eyes going dark. He eyed Gil up and down with deep disdain on his face, "I know--you're the school marm."

"I'm Druig's teacher," Gil corrected him, unbothered by the murderous look on the taller man's face. He could bark and growl all he liked at him. "And I think it's time for you to go."

"Oh, you do," Kro got in Gil's face, as he had with Thena. He didn't have to lean down quite as far. "This is between me and the missus, mate."

Thena glared at Kro from behind Gil's shoulder, "I am not your wife!"

Kro saw his opening, immediately lunging for her again but Gil moved quicker, angling his shoulders, moving Kro further away and Thena further back behind him. Kro leaned back again, narrowly avoiding colliding with Gil's thick shoulder. "Look, this isn't any of your business."

"It's my business if you're bullying her," Gil growled right back at him. He wasn't one for confrontation, really. He didn't like having to use his size. But the last thing he was going to do was let Thena get pushed around. "She deserves some respect, don't you think?"

"Stay the fuck out of it."

Gil inhaled, drawing up his shoulders and puffing his chest out faintly. It didn't take much for him to easily outdo Kro when it came to muscle mass. Kro was tall, and he definitely was strong. But Gil had no doubt that he was stronger. "Think very carefully about what your next move is."

Kro raised his fist, which Gil seemed prepared to take. He faltered as a pale hand emerged and wrapped around Gil's arm.

"Come inside," she whispered to Gil, although Kro had heard it plain as day. She gave him a withering glare, "he's not worth it."

"Thee." It was somewhere in between anger and shock and maybe even some betrayal and...something sad?

Gil put his hands on Thena's shoulders, ushering her inside and leaving her ex-husband out on the stoop without a second thought. He closed and locked the door behind him, not sure just how much of a problem Kro's anger issues really were.

Thena sighed, her shoulders dropping from the tension draining out of her, "I suppose there goes my hope of no longer being the subject of neighbourhood gossip."

Gil shook his head, keeping a hand connected to her as he moved around to face her. "Are you okay?"

She looked reasonably unshaken, though. If anything, she looked unfortunately unsurprised by her ex's behaviour. She smiled up at Gil, "thanks to you."

Gil looked over her shoulder to where Kro was apparently making the wise decision of getting the hell away from them. He sighed, his brows deeply furrowed and a scowl on his face, "the nerve of that guy."

"I'm afraid you don't know the half of it," Thena lamented with no particular sadness as Kro's tires screeched out of the driveway. She looked up at Gil again, her hands clasped in front of her, "thanks for coming to my rescue."

Gil didn't even think before he blurted out, "always."

"Yes, you do seem to be coming to my rescue rather often," she shook her head, although she still hadn't moved away from his hand on her shoulder. "Would you-"

"Mum!--is Dad gone?!"

Gil chuckled at the shout coming from the kitchen. That was what had made Thena go out there to talk to Kro alone. It, as was always the case with Thena, was to protect Druig.

"Yes, Darling, he's gone home," she answered, not letting a shred of vulnerability into her voice. She looked up at Gil, switching to a whisper, "he's refused to speak with him on the phone since Christmas."

That was why Kro had come all this way in person. It was because Druig didn't want to talk to him.

It seemed a little manipulative for the guy to try and bribe his way into his son's life with presents, but Gil set that aside for now. He ran his hands down Thena's arms until he could hold her hands in his. "Are you sure you're okay? I can stick around for a bit."

Thena gave him that smile that reminded him that it was literally her job to be beautiful. Obviously it came to her naturally. "I'm not worried about him. But, if you'd like to join us for some afternoon tea...?"

He wasn't one for tea, really. He liked coffee with lots of cream and sugar, and he liked lightly steeped barley tea. But tea? "Sounds great."

#Teach Me to Love AU #okay so this is basically #like a scrapped chapter I have for this #so that works out great for me #and I hope you like it too! #it was very tempting for me to work in protective mode Gil #but just never got the chance #until now! #listen #Gil is a school teacher #he's a reasonable guy #but he might lose it just a little bit when he sees Kro getting in Thena's face #and yeah she's a strong woman and can handle herself #but that doesn't mean he's going to watch her ex-husband give her a hard time #Thena like Druig your father is on the phone #Druig goes...tell him I'm not home #and Thena isn't going to make Druig talk to his dad because she's a great mom #and anyway #Gil stays for tea #which he's relieved to find out just means a snack #Thena has tea and little finger sandwiches #Druig has juice and some fruit #but I do think there's something inherently romantic about being like #I hate tea...but if you invite me in for some then I'm there

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sappy appreciation post for @bunfloras 'cause it's his birthday and they are very cool <3

hi bun beloved! happy birthday you are so cool

sappy time now <3 under the cut 'cause i have a feeling this could get long

cool. so! as you know i found you through iwhia in some of the first chapters (mid april 2021? i think? wild to think that's almost two years ago now). my friends had got me into dsmp a bit before and i was reading emduo. that school year was a Time—we were hybrid for most of the year and it meant that i didn't have lunch with any of my friends. so during those periods i ended up at a shitty little desk in my school cafeteria, angling my phone this way and that to try to pick up an extra bar of cell data, and browsing ao3.

i was obsessed with iwhia from the beginning. i gushed about it to a friend. i still smile when i see your name in my ao3 subscription box because it reminds me of the little thrill i would get checking my email to see you'd updated during lunch one day. i would read a chapter and the bell would ring and i'd have to traipse up three flights of stairs with my heavy backpack and i wouldn't even notice because i was so consumed with brainrot over the story you'd created. i've read iwhia more times than i can count, and it will always be very special to me. i remember screaming in my friend's dms when i found out it was ending, followed by more screaming when i realized you were starting bones. i didn't know you at all, but i already looked up to you. i hadn't written anything in years when i clicked on the first chapter of iwhia. i started working on fics again, and it was partially because of how inspired i was by your works.

and then i joined burrow in something like august of that year!! i was so nervous—proximity to cool writing person!! intimidating!! but you were so friendly and welcoming and i started to come out of my shell and it was amazing! i went from losing my shit the first time you Perceived my existence to rambling in the bones channel to you after every chapter, making memes about the iwhia bot and infodumping about boats. i was super insecure and anxious at that point in my life and you treated me very kindly and i appreciate it to this day.

i am very grateful for you, and for the community you built around burrow, and for the incredible people i've been able to meet through you. it has been so fucking nice as a young queer aspec person to be surrounded by other aspec people, to see qprs normalized, and to just get to nerd out over the block guys with people who are just as insane about them as i am. the LL era has so many of my fondest memories; i'm close with so many wonderful friends because we worked together on the iwhia project. and you have been so fucking patient and supportive through it all too—dealing with my random bullshit in your dms, the constant angsting of warrior ocs, and encouraging me when things go well :D

you are genuinely such a bright light, bun. you've brought joy to so many people's lives through your incredible writing and the community brought together by it. you've inspired writers to create beautiful things because they want to mold themselves in your image. you're always looking out for your friends. the ideas you come up with are so fucking creative and brilliant it makes me bounce up and down with glee. you have such a gift for words that i don't know how to express the power of. you people have been so awful to you and you've remained resilient despite it all. you got back up. you kept writing. you're still here. i consider myself ridiculously lucky to know you—the nova of two years ago would never believe that you even know i exist—and you deserve all the good things in life and more.

i hope you have a wonderful birthday bun <3 we're all here for you and we always will be.

#we love you bun #okay to reblog

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it should be said that when protecting against both state actors and non-state actors against doxxing, it is important know your enemy. and not just generally, because the police in every city has their own tactics.

more details and info.

(these are loosely based on the experience of various comrades in other cities) in mtl they are prone to tear gassing protesters, this doesn't really happen in ottawa, toronto, or vancouver, etc. mtl is prob the most outwardly aggressive cities toward protesters and i heard j Trudeau's riding is an absolute shitstain with little social resources LOL

in toronto and other cities in ONT, protest arrests are the primary way in which they identify protesters so it is ESP important in that city to have a lawyers number on hand, to hide your identity, and to avoid arrest. they also do this really insidious thing where they move protesters from one precinct to the next in discreet civilian black vans when people protest outside of their buildings. they do this so that they can announce that the prisoner in which protesters are seeking to be released is no long at that location. they will be buying time for HOURS to do this. it's a divide and conquer strategy. it's meant to disrupt protest and organizing but it's primary purpose it to ID + impose restrictions rather than actually incarcerate anyone.

winnipeg has the second highest police budget in canada, they have a helicopter that they fly over a predominantly indigenous community every night, and they frequently racially profile so that they can beat any native man or women or child without impunity. they do not use tear gas, because they don't need to. they can mobilize white supremacist communities to commit crimes instead. i learned in like 2018(?) that most of the employed police in winnipeg are undercover and that many of them have never even been seen in uniform (since they're duty is as plain clothes officers) i also learned from s worker community members that it is a common occurrence for police to send reports of all the details of their surveillance something that not even my communist student organizer friends at one of the universities didn't know in terms of their deep level of surveillance. the police their are more likely to straight up steal from you too.

in vancouver, the police show up in huge numbers to intimidate. their mayor is sponsored by fucking white supremacists ?? and i have heard about SO many bad faith actors within the movements like more so than the average chauvinism issues... the police presence in vancouver is actually insane. like a public park without protests happening are filled with officers looking to hit homeless people. vancouver police are notorious for wrecking property and acting violently in hopes of baiting protestors and then lying about who did the damage. the entirety of north vancouver is so racist that you will get kkk level hostility there.

also if you are worried about doxxing, similarly with stalking, it is always going to be someone who knows you or has access to you in some way! like yeah you can lock down your social media and be relatively anonymous. but the ppl who are most likely going to fuck with your life by is going to be like a bad faith actor/devil's advocate, zionist, or white supremacists you went to school with or has worked with you in some capacity... and the scary thing is that it is all too easy for these people to access your full name, email, phone number, and address. like there is so much to think about in terms of security and privacy but mostly you need to know what you are up against, and figure out the best preventative and safety measures.

[aajjks]

mommy issues!JK

you’re so oblivious to the damage you dealt to jungkook’s feelings. it’s hard to put the blame on you for what happened last night when it wasn’t even your fault but didn’t you hear that their marriage was arranged? he didn’t choose nara but judging from the bright smile on your face, you don’t seem to care as much. you must not care at all seeing as chaeyoung is right by your side and unbeknownst to you, she mouths ‘she’s mine, tattletale’ before bidding you a goodbye.

seol is so focused on hugging you that pay no mind the glares chaeyoung sends at his father but it’s not like he’s paying attention. especially when your focus is finally on him after buttering up his son for a minute or two. “good morning, mr. jeon. before i forget, here is our field trip packet. we’re going to the aquarium next month but i need you to fill this out so seol can go and before you ask, yes parents are allowed to come to the aquarium, if you can” you hand jungkook the small packet with all the information you typed up. you love aquariums and you’ve been telling the principal about this trip for months now.

it’s nice, all of this is nice. talking to you always makes his day but the conversation is cut short when a child comes running up to you. you give the smaller child a tight hug before saying “sorry mr. jeon, i uh..you know? just email it to me. have a nice day!” and immediately, you talk to the parent of the smaller child about the field trip you told jungkook.

jungkook makes sure to bid seol one last goodbye before leaving the classroom and leaving the school building to be alone with his depressing thoughts. he wants you so bad but you’re not making it easy for him and his patience is getting thinner and thinner by the day. he just wants you to love him and only you, is that too much to ask?

“is that mister manager?” eunwoo jokes but jungkook isn’t in the mood for the jokes which worries his friend a little. “what’s wrong? is seol sick? was y/n absent today? did the dinner not go well last night?” eunwoo knows bombing jungkook with questions won’t make him feel any better but he knows jungkook better than anyone and he’s pretty emotional sometimes.

jungkook leads eunwoo to his office so the two could talk and that’s when he tells his friend about what happened with you last night.

“you TOLD her about nara? dude, no! all you had to do was ask her out, she could’ve found out about nara once you made it past the ‘talking’ stage”

“you gotta think what she’s thinking. y/n’s already weirded out because she teaches your kid, telling her that made it worse, man. did she act weird about it? like, she’s still talking to you, right?”

~🫧

Jungkook buries his head in his hands, when his friend starts to lecture him about the do’s and the don’ts the first date. But why is he blaming him when it’s so fucking hard to read you?

You don’t make it easy for him at all.

“I just wanted to give her a heads up because I didn’t want her to blame me if anything happened with Nara. And she probably doesn’t even like me anymore, so what is the point of her declining to go on the dinner?” He whines, he’s a brat, and he’s really moody when he doesn’t get what he wants.

Eunwoo listens to him. Jungkooks just so frustrated.

He’s really hard to work for anything in his life, and especially not when it came to love. But you’re so different and you intimidate him.

But now he’s going to intimidate you.

“ What is weird about her dating me even if she is my son’s teacher?!” he almost screams and he’s actually thankful that there is no vase next to him because he’s going to throw it.

Why can’t you just give him a hint?

“she doesn’t want me and I feel like a fucking loser.” Maybe he shouldn’t have told you about his ex, but he’s always been honest with you but whenever he’s honest with you, it backfires.

And that bitch. “There is a bitch and she likes yn- yn is also into girls- I don’t know- I stand no chance!” Maybe you do like girls more than boys because you don’t even spare him a glance.

He wants you. Why can’t you see it then? If you can then, why don’t you acknowledge it? “how can I make her go to the dinner with me? I cannot just kidnap her and force her to do it even though I could do that, but she won’t love me then.” The only reason he’s not snapping right now is because he really wants to earn your love and he does it by force you’re never going to love him.

You’re an independent and strong woman, and he loves that about you, but, you also know how to frustrate him to no end.

Should he just kill Chaeyoung? He just might.

“Should I seduce her? I’m not even sure about my skills anymore.”

He’s having a full dilemma right now and he feels fucking pathetic, God, he should just tie you up and hide you away in his home.

Forcefully make you marry him, and then everything will be right. “Please I can’t lose her!” he is begging to his friend and his eyes are a little red.

What has happened to him? What have you done to him? “She did say that there is an upcoming aquarium trip and the parents are allowed to come so you’re gonna be there and… maybe I could also go and try to win her heart, but it seems very hard” he sighs, watching his friend. “You gotta help me out before I become a murderer.”

#ask: mi!jk #YN GIVE HIM A CHANCE #🫧 anon

[dollsonmain]

[unhappy] Story time!

So, back in Ye Olden AOL days, there were pre-made chat rooms for different cities and stuff and you’d get your regulars. I was a regular, everyone else knew I was a kid.

Around that time I found out my mother was having an affair with this dude named Barry, and I found out because AOL was set up in such a way that you could read someone’s emails without logging in if they’d set up their profile to allow that (you’d select their profile from the log in splash page and click a button or something and you could get into emails they’d already read but nothing new IIRC) and I guess my mom had set that up. I was a nosy little weasel that got into everything and went and read her emails (and got in her purse where she had compromising photos of her with some guy who may or may not have been Barry, fuck if I know, and the cigarettes she totally was not smoking, she was just holding them for someone (¬_¬ )).

My step-dad had been suspicious of her having an affair for a while because she kept randomly “working late” and he’d ask me now and then but I had no idea up until that point.

I confronted the dude because she’d broken it off and he was pushing her to get back together with him. I remember threatening him that if he ever contacted my mom again, I’d tell my step-dad.

He did contact her again and she talked to me about it and begged me not to tell dad. I wanted to, though, because I hated that man and would be very happy if they were to get a divorce and I’d not have to live with him anymore.

I also told my mom how I got into her emails and how to disable the no-login email thing.

Anyway I’m sitting in the chat room one evening, and Barry pops in. Apparently he was a regular, too, just at different times than me. I was on in the afternoons and most of the adults at night.

I went quiet and watched him for a bit. He was pretty gross, really, just in general. Like flirty but in a very uncomfortable, heavy handed way.

I remember I sat and waited and at one point I said “This is the kind of man my mother is having an affair with? I thought she had better taste than that.” (which, I mean, I knew she didn’t, she did date my father and married my step-dad).

I remember the chat went silent, and after a bit Barry left without saying anything. Everyone else was like WHAT. WAS THAT. Don’t know if Barry ever came back to the chat.

-

They’re still married somehow, even though I’ve always hated my step-dad (he’s an asshole and would use his size to intimidate and physically hurt me to keep me in line), and she kind of doesn’t like him much these days, either.

I wonder how dolphinguy and tinka are doing sometimes. Don’t remember anyone else, really.

-

Just remembered another story about my mom!

So this one time she just vanished with my little brother, didn’t say they were leaving I came out of my room and the house was empty, didn’t say where she was going, and didn’t come back. She could do this because my step-dad was both an EMT and fireman and would be away for blocks of a few days at a time. I was very worried. It was pre-cell-phone times so it’s not like I could have called or texted her.

1am she finally comes home skunk drunk and I’m like where’s my baby brother!? I was DISTRAUGHT.

He was at my aunt’s house.

But mom and I got in a big fight, she pushed me, I went to my room and she followed me, took my depression meds and flushed them (cold turkey quit, baybee! followed by 6 years of withdrawal symptoms!) picked up a bag of garbage and flung it all around my room, and then called the cops to come and take me away and told me to pack a bag because I wouldn’t be coming back.

The police showed up and were like “She’s drunk, you’re just a kid... Stay away from each other for the night, we’re not taking you anywhere.” They asked about my room because she had told them I was a slob like that and I had to tell them that no, I’m messy but not like THIS, she did this.

And then I went to my trashed room and cried, but she came down and took away a teddy bear I’d been given that was made with her late mother’s coat. Then she went to bed and I spent the night cleaning my room, because it was covered in literal garbage. Moldy food and......

In the morning she gave me the bear back and didn’t say anything and that was it.

-

Same mom that used to throw away everything I owned from time to time to try to scare me into being tidy.

-

It’s no wonder that I didn’t turn to her for help when I needed it back in 2005 to get away from That Guy. I’ve been trying to escape him since then and failing.

She still was like, to my son, “If you need a place to go you can come to my house. Oh. You, too.” flippantly, offhand as an afterthought to me.

So.

I’m happy that Son has a fallback if he needs it, but I don’t think I would ever go back there even now.

[chironshorseass]

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What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

I can be funny. im a clown. still there's not enough things abt my writing that make me laugh. but THIS scene from popsicles....10/10 comedic genius obviously:

The only person who could stop this bet and all the craziness surrounding it wasn’t even doing anything. 

“Chiron,” he pleaded, facing the centaur. “Help— you’re reading?” Their teacher was doing just that. He was tired of their bullshit, most likely.

“Hmm?” he was too engrossed to look up.

“ Chiron.”

“What?” This time, he glanced Percy’s way. 

“Wait a minute,” said Silena, gobsmacked. “Are you reading... Twilight?”

Even Katie stopped assaulting Travis to stare at Chiron in shock. The only sound that could be heard was the one of someone munching on Cheetos. Actually, it was kind of gross. Percy realized it was Connor. He’d unfortunately picked up a fallen bag of the flaming-hot Cheetos. 

The son of Hermes noticed Percy staring and held out the bag. Want some? he mouthed, fire trailing down his chin.

Percy shook his head vehemently.

Silena gaped at Chiron. “Oh my gods—that is Twilight!”

Chiron’s expression was one of a deer caught in the headlights, but he quickly composed himself. “My child, you are dislexic,” he sniffed.

She snorted. “So? I can still recognize a cover.”

Clarisse whistled under her breath. It was hard for anyone to keep a straight face at this point. Chiron put the book away with what little dignity he had left.

“It’s not wrong or anything,” Silena told him. 

“Child, that was not—”

“First of all, don’t call me ‘child’ when you charge for the things in the camp store. If it weren’t for the Hermes cabin, some of us wouldn’t have toiletries or any necessity. Like, what the fuck? If we’re not adults, then how do you expect us to have money? The shirts aren’t even cute”

Everyone looked as astonished as Percy felt. 

Well, she finally snapped.

“The volume inside this room is astronomical,” someone murmured, probably Michael Yew.

.

and this:

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“Oh, and also watch where you go to the bathroom. I’ve had to clean more horse shit-stained shoes and play the therapist to my siblings more times than I’d ever dreamed of doing.” 

Connor spit out a mouthful of Cheetos.

Everyone stared at the little flames on the ground. He turned his laughter into a cough. “Sorry, sorry.” He didn’t sound sorry. 

What Silena had said hit home to most of the demigods; Percy shuddered, recalling the soft feel of manure under his feet and how badly his cabin had smelled afterwards.

Silena paid them no mind, still focused on Chiron. “And when they have no more shoes because they’re all full of shit —can they get new ones? No, because the camp store isn’t free!”

The counselors murmured in agreement. 

“It doesn’t matter if you’re his favorite or not,” Percy whispered to Annabeth. “She’s right.” Annabeth gave him a pointed look that read: shut up.

Both Chiron and Silena had a silent standoff. Silena’s cheeks were red from anger; Percy took back the thought of her being non-intimidating, because right now she seemed plenty scary. 

One of Chiron’s eyes twitched.

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also the majority of this fic makes me laugh omg im soooo funny guys. but this email exchange between percy and annabeth in particular:

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Ok first of all, my computer was broken. It’s better now though. And second of all, yes species can and will go extinct if they can’t eat what they used to eat um what type of logic is that? Besides, your getting this from some shitty documentary when there’s like a lot of research that says they are DEFINITELY extinct. 

Also I can and will ask the sharks about this like. It’s in my blood so. I think I know more about sharks than you do, genius. Period. 

Also mammoths were part of their food because they could swim.

Received.

Percy what no. Mammoths could not fucking swim. So no, the meg is still alive.

And I will not accept that type of slander on discovery channel. I bet you haven’t even done research.

Received. 

Yeah mammoths can swim. I saw it in a picture once.

And I don’t need to do research I’m the son of Poseidon.

sinceriky,

Percy.

#ask games #I just had to look for these 2 fics they were so fun to write #anon

[captain-natey]

New Home Chapter 4 (domestic fluff rivetra fic)

{Summary: Levi takes the opportunity and invites Petra for a glass of wine. {Notes: So happy to provide another chapter!

@soaringcadenza @lunar-rainclouds @atthebrinksofstories @neverdonegrowing @himevampirechan

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ao3 / tumblr: chapter 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5

Petra hummed along to the kids song playing in the kitchen. She looked back at Mikasa who was practising writing numbers at the table and smiled to herself before going back to preparing dinner for them. 

Despite her initial plans of being a one-time help, it was already the third week of her helping with Mikasa while Levi worked after hours. It was hard to even struggle with that idea, she was getting paid insane amounts and taking care of the little girl was nothing but a nice time. There were some issues, of course, but she taught the child to speak her feelings, so she could understand her better. Another bonus was seeing how Mikasa opened up a little to Levi as well, despite the awkwardness he approached her with. It was clear that he was going to be a good father, just by how much he tried to do it right.

She checked the soup on the stove and her thoughts wandered further into the image of her employer. She couldn’t quite place his age; he looked young and mature at the same time in her eyes. He couldn’t be far from thirty, so she could only wonder what in his life made him into such a stern character. 

They didn’t spend a lot of time together, only exchanging some words when he was coming back home, but that didn’t stop her from appreciating every second of it. Something about this man thrilled her. He was nothing like the peers from her university that only wanted to date her to get to her into bed. 

Well, in fact, he didn’t try to date her at all, so she thought that maybe it was just the yearning for the unreachable. There was no harm in glancing at the sharpness of his jaw, or the toned muscles of his forearms whenever he pulled up the sleeves of his dark-gray shirt, when he wasn’t looking. Whenever he was, however, she kept eye contact, no matter how intimidating the stare of his cold, blue eyes were.

Sometimes she couldn’t help but imagine scenarios where he’d pin her against the wall and confront her about the way she looked at him, about how he noticed and wanted to know what she was planning on doing about it.

She sighed dreamily and stirred the soup.

An unexpected sound of the opening front door reached her ears. She closed the lid of the pot and walked to the living room. 

Levi was taking off his shoes.

“Welcome home,” she threw his way with a smile and he straightened up.

“Hi.”

“You’re early.”

“There was a bomb alert at the HQ.”

Petra gasped and stepped closer in shock.

“What ? Is everyone okay?”

The man brushed it off with a hand gesture.

“Someone sent a threatening email and security had to check the whole place. They didn’t find anything, but sent us home anyway, just in case. It happens. They better find the pest who thought it was a good idea to fuck with goverment insitutes.”

She relaxed a bit and put a hand over her heart. The idea of such an instance in their city was terrifying.

“Well…anyway, I’m glad you are safe. I’m making dinner. I can leave when I’m finished,” she assured him. 

Levi sent her a look while passing her. She already knew his habits; first thing after coming back home was to wash hands. 

“Hi, Levi!” Mikasa called from the kitchen.

“Hello,” he replied along the way, and Petra followed him upon seeing he glanced at her again. “If you made it, it makes sense that you will stay and eat it too. What’s the point of making dinner twice.”

A smile lightened up her face.

“My pleasure,” she beamed and went back to the kitchen. 

When he joined them, he sat on the stool next to Mikasa and looked at the pages she was focused on. 

“Good job,” he stated.

“Thanks. Five is my favorite number.”

“That’s great.”

“Petra gave me a new plushie. Wanna see?” The girl finally looked away from her work to look at him. 

“Sure,” he replied with a slight frown.

When Mikasa exited the room to get it, he switched his attention to the ginger. 

“How much for that toy?”

Petra, who was just leaning on the counter next to the stove, raised her brows. 

“Oh, it’s a gift from me. You don’t have to pay me back for it.”

The man looked sincerely confused, but before he was able to add anything, Mikasa came back to show him a fluffy plush rabbit.

“Petra said I can take him to kindergarten if I want to,” she said, watching him.

“Just don’t let anyone steal it. It’s yours, so you have to protect it,” he said seriously and the girl nodded without a moment of hesitation.

Petra smiled to herself, happy to see that at least the two of them understood each other.

—-

“You can pick one,” Levi said, throwing a look at Mikasa as they entered a bakery. The girl smiled a little at him and rushed to see what sweets they had on display. He followed her and checked the time on his smartwatch. 

Even though he still couldn’t get used to this new role in his life, he never regretted adopting her. Whenever he thought back to the orphanage, he felt sick. Especially after discovering she barely had any medical care in her life to begin with.

By the way Mikasa started to get grumpy instead of sad whenever he lectured her, he figured she felt more comfortable around him. At least that much was a good thing. Maybe she wasn’t as cheerful as when she spent time with Petra, but he doubted he would ever be able to fill the same role for her. Petra entertained the little girl like it was the easiest thing on earth, it made him admire her even more. 

He bought the donut she picked and handed it to her. 

On their way to the parking lot, a familiar laugh reached his ears. He looked to the side and so did Mikasa. Not so far away, there was a small group of young adults, one of them being Petra. He felt strange seeing her outside of his home. His eyes flickered to the men she was with and he felt a sting of jealousy. The realization of that feeling irritated him, because there was no reason for him to feel this way. She was just someone working for him, that’s all. 

“Petra!!!” Mikasa called, to his horror, and waved her hands. Petra looked in their direction and a huge smile lit up her face. 

“Hey!!” She called back and before he could stop her, Mikasa was running in her direction. He cursed under his breath and headed toward them as well. Petra leaned down to hug the kid.

“Sorry for that,” he said, not sparing a single look at the men standing there with her. 

“No need! It’s always nice to see you.” The woman beamed and looked at her friends. “These are my pals from the university Eld, Gunther and Oulo. We were actually planning to hang out on the weekend, maybe you want to join too?”

Levi looked at her dumbfounded, with no idea where that came from. A blush appeared on her cheeks. 

“I-I mean, every one of us is inviting our other friends, since we don’t have a lot of opportunities to party together. I just thought about you when I saw you.” 

He frowned in confusion and grabbed Mikasa’s hand to get her back to his side while Petra opened her mouth yet again, this time turning her eyes to her company. 

“This is Levi and his daughter Mikasa, the girl I’m taking care of sometimes, remember?”

“Hard not to.” The tallest, dark haired man threw with a slight smirk that got on Levi nerves. 

“I don’t have time for partying. And when I go out, you’re at my house anyway.” He pointed out, staring her in the eyes. 

Petra scratched the back of her neck nervously, sending him a small smile.

“Well, you’re right. Maybe some other time. You’re always welcome,” she assured him. The atmosphere made him feel weirdly uneasy.

“Thanks. We’ll be on our way,” he replied and looked at the others properly for the first time. The teasing from their eyes disappeared under his cold stare. He stopped himself from telling them to make sure she’s safe there. He nodded a ‘goodbye’ instead, and when Mikasa said bye as well, he turned back to his car, not letting go of the girl’s hand this time. 

His whole body felt awkwardly tense.

—-

Later, the same day, Petra surprised him with a call, apologizing about her leaving her class notebook at his house and asking if she could come by to get it. He agreed without much thought and went to look for it. It was on the living room’s coffee table; a room he rarely ever spent time in outside of cleaning days. 

He sat on the couch and riffled through the notebook, curious to see her handwriting. He thought back to her awkward invitation and reconsidered his response. Maybe finding a way to see her somewhere else wouldn’t be that bad. On the other hand, the sole idea of the swarm of other people looking for her attention wherever they would go was tiring. She was pretty, so going out with her would probably end up stirring attention.

An idea popped into his head and he looked to the direction of the kitchen before standing up to head there.

—-

She arrived at his apartment around 8 pm, welcoming him with her trademark smile. He almost felt like smiling back.

"Hi! Sorry for the trouble. Did you find it?" 

"It's on the dining table," he replied and opened the door further to let her in. She threw him a short look when she passed him. Perhaps she didn't expect to be invited in. She shuffled in place for a moment before taking her shoes off. 

He closed the door and moved back into the apartment. The fireplace in the living room was lit, creating a warm ambience in the room. 

"Sorry for that interruption in the city again," he said, leaning back on the cabinet while watching her on her way to get the notebook. She grabbed it and looked at him before smiling again. 

"It was a nice surprise," Petra replied, but her eyes shifted to the side before she opened her mouth again. "Actually… I wanted to apologize for throwing that invite out of nowhere. That must have seemed weird without context," she signed with a pink tint appearing on her cheeks.

Levi watched her and bit his tongue before speaking up. 

"I can't go to a party, but since you mentioned it, I have some good wine opened." 

Petra looked back at him, shifting awkwardly, and brought the notebook closer. 

"Sure! I'd love to try it." 

He nodded and walked out to the kitchen. He stopped inside and covered his mouth with his palm. The carefully crafted mask fell from his face once he was alone. He couldn't believe he actually did that. He looked at the already awaiting skewer snacks he prepared, along with the tray of two glasses and a bottle of red wine.

He had to be insane. It was absolutely embarrassing. 

Furrowing his brows, he poured the wine and decided to take the glasses only. When he got back, Petra was standing in place with her jacket still on - a bad sign.

He handed her the glass and murmuring something about its origin. 

"Mikasa is already asleep, but that doesn't mean you're not welcome here," he gestured to the couch. Petra seemed more confident since he got back. She beamed silently and followed his invite with the glass in both hands. 

Instead of sitting with her, he took the seat on the armchair on the other side of the coffee table. 

"So, they were your university friends, huh?" he started. Somehow, the words coming from his mouth didn't sound awkward, even though he was absolutely lost inside. He watched as she stripped herself from her coat, uncovering the beige blazer under it.

"Yes. We're quite close," she confirmed, "It's not easy to manage friendship outside of university, so I'm mostly hanging out with them or Nifa.” She pondered.”Have you attended university?”

“I enlisted at a young age,” he replied simply, as she already knew where he worked at the barracks office. 

“I actually considered enlisting too,” she offered and laughed at the sight of the face he made. “I don’t look like your typical recruit, huh?”

“Different people come to join the military,” he said, holding eye contact before taking a sip of wine from his glass.”But, you don’t give that impression,” he confirmed.

“I wish I did pick that option sometimes. I can’t really explain why,” she added, relaxing into the couch. 

“It’s never too late to change your mind,” he said and cringed at himself for that. His eyes met her amused look.

“Stay calm, Captain, I’m already working for you,” she joked and he couldn’t help but smile a little - something that rarely happened. He put his glass down and stood up to carry her coat to the hall.

“I know I’m not the nicest employer, but I’m hoping it’s not shitty for you,” he said once he came back. 

“If it was, I would quit. Even the sweet angel, Mikasa, is not worth a shitty boss.”

“I’m not your boss. That’s too much,” he huffed, stopping at the side of the couch. 

Before he knew it, she pulled him into a conversation, and as much as she'd done most of the talking, he started opening up too. He suspected part of that was the wine’s doing, since he had rarely been this chatty. The real logorrhea started the moment they talked about their hobbies and discovered their mutual love for tea. That was a topic he couldn’t get enough of, telling her, with all seriousness, about all the best blends and how people fucked it up. It came to a point where he left to fetch his laptop, and joined her on the couch to show her the arguments he had with the idiots on one of the forums. 

He looked at her face when she was focused on googling her favorite tea shop to show him and he realized how strangely comfortable he felt being so close to her. His arm twitched, wanting to touch her, but he stopped himself and looked back at the laptop. 

“It’s kind of tricky to get there, but it’s worth it,” she told him, scrolling through the page with a frown before showing the map to him. 

“It’s getting late, are you hungry?” he asked, surprising her and she gasped, checking the time. 

“Oh god, it is late,” she noticed with a sudden worry and sighed. “I need to wake up early, sorry.” 

Levi moved back instinctively as she put the laptop away on the coffee table and took out her phone to call an Uber. 

“It’s fine,” he replied after clearing his throat. He wanted to suggest another time to meet, but couldn’t find the right words. 

“Do you need me this Friday to watch Mikasa?” she asked once she was done.

“No, just on Monday,” he replied standing up. The alcohol almost made him sway. ”Do you want me to walk you downstairs?”

Petra giggled, standing up as well. 

“I don’t think I’m that trashed. Don’t worry,” she assured. 

Despite that, he still followed her to the hall and without much thought grabbed her coat to help her put it on. 

“Thank you,” she said and opened the front door to the apartment, then turned back to him with a dreamy smile. “And thank you for the wine too. It was delicious.”

“My pleasure,” he replied, leaning his hand on the door frame. 

“See you on Monday, then,” she said, delaying their parting. He noticed the slight change in her expression when she moved closer, his drunk brain enchanted by the golden sparks in her eyes, and before he knew, she was leaning towards his lips. 

He tensed and his body reacted by itself, pushing the hand she wanted to put on his chest away. His breath stopped when he realized what just happened. They looked at each other in shock, but just as he wanted to apologize, Petra let out a distressed breath, shaking her head and moved away. 

“G-goodnight,” she said nervously and fled from his reach, disappearing around the corner in a flash. 

#levi x petra #rivetra #babysitter petra #adopted mikasa #citrinate draws #domestic fluff

[violetsystems]

#personal

Been a little happier lately despite all the gloom, doom and fuckery. I can't say anything has been getting any better in my normal life. I fear that sooner or later everything is going to implode around me. I received an email back from a recruiter Friday night. I don't really get much contact from anything in the job market at all. I send about three or four resumes a week depending on the listings. The recruiter admitted that the hourly pay rate and role probably wasn't of interest for a person at this stage of my career. That's interesting poker call in the game of job hunting. Some of the jobs I've applied for customer service in certain fringe industries only offer barely above minimum wage. This opportunity would have been fixing computers. So it kind of told me how low in my field I shouldn't go salary wise. I've applied for three or four jobs in the Marijuana industry here in Illinois. Those are a little easier to present yourself professionally to ironically. But everything out there for me is a mixture of closed doors, reluctance to interact, and some grand cult like civic agenda I'm supposed to already know. For the record, finances are my own problem. This is what has stressed me out so much about being retired early. It isn't so much about the money. It's that everybody just assumes I don't have to work. The pension payout I got wasn't exactly enough to live on for the rest of my life. Not that anyone around Chicago appreciated my birthday even happened let alone admit I"m alive and still sell music. I keep thinking of myself as a test subject. That Generation Z and Millennials are going to be hit worse when their time comes. Imagine hitting your ten year mark in a career you went to college for at thirty three or something. Then being forcibly retired and having to plan out the next fifty or so years of your life. I've spent almost three years doing that. And all I ever get is recruiters asking me if I can refer them to someone more fit for the roles they offer. Why blog about it when I can just worship a woman I'm in love with at her feet? Because I'm kind of fearful the things we both love about this country are going into a financial tailspin. I just read that a population of gen z was polled as thinking women's rights have "gone too far." That shit scares me. That the children of generation x are complete fuck ups in so far that they've erased any culture we brought to the table. I'm completely invisible these days. I tend to use it to my advantage to stay alive and protect the things nobody really needs to know about.

I've always thought the thing about me that probably is the most attractive is that I try to deal with the present in a creative way. Even if dumb people don't understand it. I don't care. I know I'm in a completely losing situation. And I know people are just always trying to trap you into some petty shit to make you trip. My immediate neighbors fucking unplug the laundry when they see me get quarters so I lose them when I try to do my wash. They've stolen my 5g phone after being delivered by fed ex by asking me to unlock the laundry room while someone else lifts the package. They've set up makeshift shit traps on the fence so that I'll be covered in feces when I take out the trash. They work with my old job to intimidate me at the mailbox when my COBRA extension gets delivered. All of this is true. Nobody wants me to prove it. And has happened over a two or three year period. I've been trapped here writing about it. I've been applying for jobs overseas, in la and New York to get away from it. And I just sit here day after day watching nothing happen. I get that ultimate the joke is on other people. But some of the things I've had to do recently just fucking piss me off. I was expected to literally spend down my whole retirement and wait for another offer. I haven't done that yet. But the way the stock market has behaved the last two years, I've been left holding the bag on a lot of shit. I don't really understand how anyone in the future is supposed to retire with things behaving this fucked up. The value of Tesla as a company is ten times it's future revenue. That's like ten credit cards stacked on top of each other with Jerome Powell tap dancing at the top with a cane that twirls the interest rates around like a magic show. This recent bank failure is the result of nobody having enough liquid cash on hand to cover their ass. And yet everyone listens to whatever the fuck some twit whole stole an entire free speech platform to bankrupt it has to say.

And the FDIC bails out exactly 250k max for each "victim" at Silicon Valley Bank they protect. Around the same time they cut pandemic food benefits for poor people. I tried a number of things over these years to buffer myself. I didn't just lose my job yesterday. But even the two universal basic income programs I applied for in my country and city I was denied. I didn't qualify for unemployment because my pension payout was too much income. I basically got fucked. Now Monday morning an entire mess of startups will implode because there is no way to payroll with two hundred and fifty dollars thousand dollars unless you are paying minimum wage. Maybe that was intentional? That's one way to sabotage the employment of America. I still invest just the same. I was taught by America that this is the only way to stay alive. But my perception of money, capitalism and rich people is that of a gluttonous demon who plays tricks on the townsfolk like the idiots fucking with my laundry. If you've read this far, you understand that I don't think there's a solution in complaining. I'm not even on health insurance anymore. Not like COBRA payments weren't as much as my rent. I've been literally left to die by most of the people who say they knew so much about me from my past. I've been on LinkedIn the entire time professionally. If people wanted to find me for a real opportunity it's right there. I cut off my Facebook. I cut off my instagram. I block people on Tumblr that I think are too locally nosy about what I'm doing. I have to ignore entire friend groups now out of proactivity simply because they're not worth the liability of gossiping about my personal life. I know the way forward in the future is to leave it all behind. I just am a person who thinks deeply a lot. I am hurt that people don't want to fix things. I am hurt that when I get given a new shovel by my building maintenance the rest of the neighborhood treats this shit like a school yard bully and thinks I'm the teacher's pet. This isn't fucking high school. And yet with child labor and child marriage, maybe it's not far off. People out here have turned severely populist, encumbered by their own financial decisions that seem to be blowing up left and right. I think we're all a little more aware of the dangers of being blindsided by absolute failure here in this country. But it's getting beyond scary that you can communicate so well but the people around you will actively collude to fuck up your only line of communication to people who care about you. That's fucking terrorism. And these people out here are motivated by it for the dumbest fucking reasons. They aren't smart and they don't appreciate smart people or talent. Mainly because everyone would rather hoodwink, trick and grease people than work together. The more people get tricked? The more people get angry and the more society here in America starts to turn worse than it already is for me. I know my future is a lot brighter especially when I think about things that inspire me. And I am still inspired don't get me wrong. But I'm fucking dying out here in a literal ghetto prison of bullshit that I don't think anyone hasn't observed being fishy at least once. I just live every day like people are camping out waiting to surveil me on every corner. They literally take my garbage out of the trash and leave it on my porch facing back at me. Like we know what you spend your money on. I know what you did a couple summers ago too. And if the tips I sent in the government are any indication. Everybody gonna lose their fucking jobs sooner or later. I'm not hiring. <3 Tim

[kentucky-daisey]

My boss was on vacation today which meant I had to deal with a parent complaint and follow up with the instructor involved. The parent was a former high level admin with the org so I had some feelings going in , but the whole interaction with the instructor left me with a bad taste in my mouth. Like, an “I will be changing the way I interact with you moving forward” kind of bad taste.

Apparently he told the parent their kid should drop his class. The kid has ADHD. This isn’t the first kid with ADHD (or Autism, in one case) that the instructor hasn’t been able to deal with and I was there for one of the earlier situations. It wasn’t good. 

It was fine at first, but then he started getting defensive. “I know ADHD is a thing, but this kid has behavioural problems. That’s not ADHD. ADHD is an excuse.” Then there was the macho shit. He was angry the parent went to Student Services instead of just taking to him. But when I asked if he’d spoken with the parent about the in-class issues and if they had any strategies that they used that he might be able to use, he got all huffy, said that he was too busy, that it’s his class and he should be able to handle it without other people getting involved, never mind the fact that the parent has an education background and was a teacher with the school board before working with us. I told him the parent had done the right thing, that the admin staff are there for support, that we had asked for the parent to fill out a form highlighting the student’s needs, strategies we could use, etc.. There was already a note on file, but we clearly needed more info. The instructor claimed there was no note. There was. I checked beforehand when the parent complaint came through. It was a lot of “I only ask for help as a last resort because I know what’s best for my class. This kid is a lost cause. I should have done x but blah blah blah.” 

But the worst part? He kept crowding my space. Like, standing way too close so I had to back up. I tried adjusting my stance so he couldn’t get so close, but he stepped around me so he could get closer from a different angle. I’m fairly average height, but I’m not large, you know? Like I’m 125 lb on a good day. He was clearly using his size (he was a few inches taller), squaring his shoulders, invading my space as a weird intimidation tactic. He had fucked up and was having to face that, but there was no fucking way he was going to let me be the person to force him to do it. Because even though I instruct too and have multiple years of experience both as an instructor and as an administrator, I am younger, and smaller, and he’s a man and how dare I make him answer for behaving in a way that has this eight year old kid begging his parent not to go to what is supposed to be a fun recreational art class.

Fuck, you know? I love education, I want my boss’s job someday, to run the department, but what an unnerving experience. How wholly uncomfortable. I stood my ground, but if he was behaving like that with another faculty member (his assistant) in the room, I can’t imagine what he would have been like without her there.

I’m going to email my boss tomorrow to give him a rundown, ask him to follow up. But my god am I glad I’m not in charge of our department. I’m clearly not authoritative enough.

The whole thing’s left me feeling more than a little gross.

#work #personal #intimidation #work has been hard lately #and i'm really not feeling it #i just need people tp be respectful and god damned professional #at least just a little bit #sexism

[queenoftheworldisdead]

Could you maybe write something with dark dark Steve who has a huge size kink and crying kink and loves to humiliate?

School Days

Note: sorry it took so long. been kinda down. also hope i did OK with humiliation.

Summary: Co-worker makes you feel uncomfortable.

Warning: 18+Only, short reader, size kink, crying kink, humiliation kink, non consent, forced fingering and cock warming i think

Dark Coach Steve x Short Teacher Reader

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You had always had a love of teaching. Growing up your friends would always groan when it was your turn to pick what to play, because you always chose to play school.

You knew exactly what you wanted to do when you got to college. You wanted to shape young minds. It was fascinating watching them grow and learn right before your very eyes.

Shelby elementary hired you two years after you received all of your certificates. Replacing their beloved Mrs.Pepper Potts after she moved out of town with her husband.

You taught first graders. You preferred teaching the lower grades. The higher grades were a bit difficult. Competing for attention when most of the students where dealing with raging hormones proved an exhausting endeavor. Your short stature became a reoccurring issue too. During your student teacher days you realized the taller they got the more they seemed to not take you seriously.

At least working with the lower grades you were less likely to be confused as a student. You had lost track of how many times you were stopped in the hall by a colleague. With the lower grades you towered over your class and commanded respect with little effort.

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You felt exhausted. Your first parent teacher meeting was over. It was endearing and encouraging that so many parents had so many concerns about the development of their little ones. But their critiques on your credentials didn't fail to strike a nerve, an issue new teachers faced all the time. You smiled through it as you normally did. Letting them have their back handed remarks as you answered and waited out the clock.

When it was all over you needed a drink. You cleared up the mess they left for you, a preview of what to expect from their spawn.

When everything was in its place you tackled the blackboard. Taking out your stool you stood on tip toes erasing. You had the bright idea of outlining your curriculum on the board for all the parents to view. It was hard getting it all on the massive board, but with your step stool you got as high as you could go.

"Hey! Whoa you know that's dangerous." A voice rushed to your side as your stool tilted.

"Are you OK little one?" he asked helping you down.

God he's tall. You barely came eye to eye with his chest. You tensed in his arms and when he realized his mistake he released you.

"Oh sorry" he rubbed the back of his head slightly embarrassed. "I'm Steve Rogers." He reached out a hand for you to shake. You took it and introduced yourself. His firm grip swallowed your hand, when he squeezed you held in the hurt from the pressure.

Steve's presence was intimidating despite the smile he wore. When he released your hand, you took as step back, but he stepped forward.

He is just a close talker. Don't over analyze.

"Sorry again with your clothes I just assumed you were..." He motioned at your clothing.

Taking inspiration from Ms Frizz, your favorite animated teacher, you always wore colorful puffy skirts that depicted various things related to education or fairy tails. The look kept the attention of the youngsters, but it certainly didn't look childish.

"It's OK, but I am afraid you are a bit late for the meeting."

Spinning away you move to the other side of your desk to give yourself more space. "If you wouldn't mind filling in your information, encase of emergencies or special needs. I know you probably filled it out for the front office, but I like to have my own copy." You explained as you handed him a pen and the piece of construction paper with the other parents info.

He took it and filled it out. "I just erased the curriculum, but I can email you a copy."

"Did you also used to teach at Camdien?" Steve inquired, bending over your desk as he wrote. While you waited you packed up your belongings.

"Um yes I was a student teacher there. Did you have a child there too?"

"I coached there actually. Well was." He rose and approached you. Slipping your purse straps on your shoulder, you tried to remember if you seen his face before. You didn't recognize it. As striking as he was you doubted you would forget it.

But the athletic department lived in a world separate from the teachers. Their multiple championships brought in funding that went to their brand new athletic facility. The highly coveted building allowed them to live above the peasant class of the faculty. You had even heard a nonsensical rumor that they even had a Starbucks and onsite masseuse.

When he handed it back you reached out, but Steve pulled the paper just out of reach. Hovering it over your head like a bully playing keep away. You huff and frown after two attempts. You were not a child and would not be treated as such. Pursing your lips you made a move to leave. You would just go through the admin office to get the information.

"Aw don't pout, but I must say you do look adorable when you do." He smiled down at you as he blocked your retreat. His wholesome grin did not match the darkness in his eyes. There was a disconnect somewhere. You felt like a mouse before a lion. Were the other teachers like this? You were so eager to get started working you did little research in the school that so swiftly hired you. "Here you go."

Snatching the paper away you say, "thank you." It sounded slightly annoyed, but you did your best to choke down the edge.

Unhooking the lip of your bag you placed it with the others as his shadow clouded you. Ignoring it you side step him.

"Yeah I remember. I used to see you at Camdien." Steve recalled, blocking you once more. You stopped just short of bumping into him as you closed your bag. "Cute little thing, roaming the halls." Steve informed you, stepping closer once more, making you take a step back. The alarm bells blared in your head at that comment.

"Boy wasn't I relieved I wasn't crossing the line with all the thoughts I had." He chuckled as your back hit the chalkboard. You had to strain your neck to look him in the eye this close.

The principal was making his rounds soon. He wouldn't try anything right?

"Mr. Rogers-"

"Coach" he interrupted. He didn't touch you but that fact gave you very little relief. You felt your nails dig into your palm as you gripped the thin strap of your bag. Your arm the only barrier between you two. "Just call me Coach."

"Rogers!" Your saving grace, Principal Barnes, exclaimed from the door. Steve's body blocked you from James. "There you are. Nice to see your getting to know your colleagues."

"Yeah, just sharing stories from Camdien" Steve stepped aside to greet Principal James. His hand landed on the top of your head, messing your hair as he patted you playfully like a dog. You swallowed the discomfort as he moved to talk to James. You gathered the rest of your things as they focused their attention on each other.

"Oh yeah I forgot you both came from their."

You took that opportunity to make your exit. Walking fast mumbling a 'goodnight,' you bolted toward the door. They replied back, but you ignored it, allowing their chatter to fade the further down the hall you got.

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The first week of school was hectic. Lost students, late students, little accidents here and there, it ran the gambit. But nothing worried you more than P.E. period.

Steve was listed as your classes gym teacher and made the drop-off a chore. It surprised you how increasingly inappropriate he was becoming. Always stretching out your name flirtatiously in front of the children causing them to taunt you with 'OOO's, and pepper you with questions about the nonexistent relationship until you departed.

They stayed in line as you approached the double doors that led to the gymnasium. He was there, dressed in his sweat pants, gym shirt and the whistle dangled from his lips.

As you ushered them inside he caught site of you as he wrangled another group and smirked. It was unnerving especially when your students egged him on by making kissy noises loudly when they noticed him too. On one occasion he sent a note with one of your students asking you out. You ignored it.

You should've reported him you know, but what would they say 'Oh he was just being friendly' or any number of things to justify his behavior. You'd been in enough situations to know without evidence that met their standards nothing would happen.

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In the teachers lounge Steve made his presence known. You stared at your custom coffee mug as it sat high on the edge of the third shelf. You had half a mind to take and break his, as it taunted you from the first. You were growing more and more tired of his antics. This wasn't the first time and you knew it wouldn't be the last.

Two arms planted themselves on either side of you as something rested on your head.

It was him you knew it. Who else would it be?

"Need some help little one?" He hummed.

"God damn it Steve get off me" you barked You elbowed him, but the mountain of a man didn't budge.

"No need to be nasty."

You felt him push you into the counter, crushing you against it as he reached for your cup on the high shelf.

"Here you go" he said placing it daintily in front of you.

Calm down don't blow your lid he is doing this to fuck with you.

"Shouldn't you be watching my class?" You asked as you waited for him to move out of your way.

"Student teacher got me covered. You remember what that's like? Give them the work while we teachers kick back and relax."

He backed away allowing you to get the coffee, but stayed glued to your side. You ignored him, pulling out your phone and flopped on the couch, waiting for gym time to end.

Steve of course sat next to you crowding you into the corner. He boldly placed a hand on your thigh, you brushed it off, cursing at him to 'go away'. If you got up he would only follow so you crossed your legs and leaned into the arm of the couch. Don't let him get to you.

Steve stretched out his arm on the back of the couch. Even sitting next to you he towered over you. His arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you in snugly. Your head resting against his tone chest. "God your so adorable."

"Steve!" you almost shriek at him as his other hand slyly crept under your skirt. "Jesus Christ what the hell is wrong with you."

You try to stand suddenly, but get jerked back down. Landing in the same awkward situation as before.

"Fuck you let me go" you hissed at him. He only chuckled as you tried to stop his hand from advancing up your skirt again. You became panicked the further he got.

Clamping your thighs tightly together as he wedged between your crossed legs. Your eyes shifted to the door before you, the couch sat across from the only entrance. If anyone came in they surely would be under the wrong assumptions.

His arm refused to budge as you attempted to pry him away. Steve was nothing but muscle, struggling was getting you no where, each shift pressed him hard against your sensitive area.

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"You know I've been nothing, but nice to you" Steve sounded disappointed.

"Stop please" you sounded panicked and desperate. Your nails dug into his arm as you tried to fight back an ache that taunted you as he teased.

"But you always give me attitude." He stated casually.

You slapped him. The sound loud in the empty room. Your eyes blurred with tears of frustration. Your hit did nothing, only leaving his cheek red, but from the smile on his face he liked it.

"And violent too. Hope you don't act that way around your class" he tsked while poking hard at the growing wet spot. You felt your spine curve and breath become heavier, your toes curled in your shoes as he increased his friction.

"Oh look at you. You like that don't you" he teased rubbing circles after noticing the tension in your legs relax. You cocked back to slap him again, but stopped when you felt his other hand at the back of your neck. It squeezed softly, but it was a warning nonetheless. You felt defeated. Not only was Steve bigger than you, he was stronger. Tears of frustration finally fell as you lowered your hand and let him do as he pleased.

"God your even cuter when you cry." He preened. "Tell you what. Since we don't have that much time....Kiss me and I will stop." You bristled as you felt him peel your panties to the side.

He didn't wait for your reply. Steve crashed his lips on to yours without warning. You flinched expecting pain, but it was soft. It was so tender that with anyone else they would given and close their eyes, accept it, but you couldn't.

"Stop..Steve.. Please" You panted over his lips, pushing at his chest as his fingers pushed into you. He didn't stop, the kiss only embolden him to go further. You whimpered and moaned as he took from you.

"Give me your panties" he asked pulling away from you, but his fingers still curled inside. "You promised you'd stop" you remind him, wiping away tears.

He wasn't going to relent, you could tell by the determination in his eyes. You felt exposed and embarrassed. Anyone could walk in at any moment and he knew it. He would probably get a slap on the wrist while you would need to find employment else where to escape the shame.

"I promise this time" he said lowly. "No tricks."

Swallowing your pride you lifted in your seat, he moved just enough to let the fabric pass. Rolling them down your knees quickly you hand them over. His hands slipped from you as you pass it. He held them up to the light and examined the wetness he created. Wiping away tears, you stood and bolted toward the door, but stopped when Steve whistled loudly.

"I think you forgot something."

You turned to find him pointing at your discarded mug.

"If you leave it, I leave this in it", he waved your shame in the air.

"Don't forget to wash it....don't want it to leave a stain" he ordered from the couch. You walked back on edge. Snatching the mug from the other side of the table. You rushed to the sink and rinsed your cup. More tears fell as you felt the wetness between your legs. The mirror mounted above the sink allowed you to examine yourself. Your mascara bled a bit and lipstick smeared, but nothing that couldn't be fixed with a dab of a napkin.

You swore to never step foot in the lounge ever again. If you needed to eat you would do it in your car or at your desk. This was supposed to be a magical time for you, but with Steve it had turned into a nightmare.

You sniffed as you blinked away the tears, forcing yourself to stop crying. Gym time was almost over and you needed to pull yourself together and collect your class.

"You know how often I wonder about you" Steve said rising from the couch, you watched him carefully from the mirror. You fumbled your mug, the water splashing back at you.

"Steve you promised" you said meekly, utterly defeated. He stared at you through the mirror, you felt his eyes watch your discomfort as you picked up the cup.

"What would the parents think if they knew their kids teacher walks around the class with no panties on" he tutted. You hung your head low and noticed your panties balled up in his hand as he rested it on the counter.

"I also wonder" He said pressing you into the sink. You felt his resolve through his sweat pants. "Do you fit?"

Fit?

Then it became clear. You felt his cock against your backside. You tried frantically to flea, but Steve caught you by the neck.

"I'm willing to bet you can't even fit half of me inside" he whispered in your ear as he bent you over the sink, crushing. "If I'm wrong I will let you go." Your eyes rounded as he hauled up your skirt. You whimpered as the cool air of the staff room tickled your exposed rear.

Steve was really going to fuck you in the staff room. These walls were paper thin and he knew it. Your head swirled in panic as you pleaded with him to stop. He only chuckled and shimmied down his sweat pants as you swatted back at him.

He angled and aligned himself as you sobbed. The tip slipped through your wet thighs, finding the target of its need.

You choked down a guttural moan as he breathed out 'good girl'. He watched your face as every inch stretched through your insides.

"Its is too much" you gasped out, trembling from the pressure, dancing on your tip toes as you adjusted around him.

"Its all inside" he praised the accomplishment. Forcing you to look at the mirror. "You fit me so good...see."

The mirror reflected your assault to your horror. "All cute holding me inside, taking everything I got" he said while stretching you.

Shooting pains radiated from your core as sharp breaths escaped you.

"Look at you" he taunted "coming apart just for me.... "

You heard the door to the room open and close quickly as you panted wildly. Steve didn't pull out, unabashed, letting whomever take in his pale ass as he continued to stuff you.

You didn't know who saw you, you only hoped his massive body hid you and your shame.

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#dark steve x reader #dark steve x black reader #dark!steve x reader #dark!steve x black!reader #black writer