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rilakeila · 6 days

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exchange of roses, teaser (jujutsu academy)

host club! jjk x fem!reader x ohshc

gojo satoru is the head of jujutsu academy's elite high school host club with his friends: geto suguru, nanami kento, itadori sukuna, shoko ieiri, haibara yu, and of course, their princess manager. what happens when they go up against another elite host club on an exchange event with different schools? let's find out!

a/n: haven't planned out if it's a series or collection of one shots, might do both; an au within an au would be fun. let me know if you have any ideas

international jujutsu technology and science academy is one of the world's largest elite private schools, having many campuses around the world. their founding campus is in tokyo, japan. their primary educational directions focuses on the development of technology and sciences. they cater from pre-k to high school (+ college prep). one of the most popular clubs is the high school's host club, where they get to entertain students with too much time on their hands

gojo satoru.

the founder of the said club is gojo satoru, head of the gojo clan who oversees gojo co, one of the oldest construction companies in the world. they focus on architecture specifically traditional japanese architecture. due to the modernizing of the world, they focused on implementing modern taste to the architecture to also maintain competitive in the industry. one of their main projects is upkeeping of the tokyo campus.

geto suguru.

the spokesman/vice president, geto suguru. he is part of the brains of the host club along with kento. the heir of the geto corporations that started their organization due to biochemistry long ago. earlier generations of his family had a massive breakthrough with their research which allowed them to catapult to the top. suguru is currently leading and overseeing the company's subgroup, uzumaki, which is helping the advancement of merging bioengineering within the company.

nanami kento.

the actual brains of the host club, nanami kento. he runs the numbers and makes sure that everything is running well with their princess manager. kento's family mainly function in the banking industry within the financial services but dabble in the investment industry. he still questions as to why he spends his free time (and exerting a lot of effort) with the host club.

itadori sukuna.

just a member/bodyguard of the host club (because he's a giant so he's intimidating), itadori sukuna. the last entering member (satoru was really just curious about sukuna and invited him with the group, ended up being wowed by his host skills). his family is a line of top chefs, selling cookware and cookbooks, and also runs the culinary department of jujutsu academy. (pretty popular probably because his little brother, yuuji, shows up every so often).

shoko ieiri.

here for the shits and giggles, shoko ieiri. her family consists of doctors and engineers which would lead into medical technology. she decided to go down the doctor route but will eventually need to replace her mother's position soon as she (her mother) would be retiring. ieiri joined the host club, just to accompany satoru and suguru, but has not minded the club activities since joining.

haibara yu.

here for the shits and giggles pt. 2, haibara yu (actually, kento asked him to take part of the host club with him). his family is one of the oldest toy manufacturers in japan, as well as branching out to confectioneryand theme parks (which have been successful endeavors). he also supplies all of the treats and tea imports for the host clubs, cutting down the expenses severely due to a large discount (but they do get new recipes sampled for free, just have to pay if they choose to keep it in their lineup)

(y/n) (l/n).

the dear princess manager of the host club. she works behind the scenes with the help of mostly kento but as well as suguru. her family is just old money rich, starting as medics way back during history. due to housing multiple patients and lost people, the business went from medical to hospitality. they moved around, dropping seeds down as they go. it eventually bloomed heavily, leaving a fortune. there's no rightful heir as her and her siblings must work together to figure it out (however, she seems to be the commander of it all)

#gojo satoru #gojo x reader #geto suguru #suguru x reader #nanami kento #nanami x reader #sukuna #sukuna x reader #shoko ieiri #yu haibara #x reader #jjk fanfic #rilakeila hc!jjk #ohshc

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sirenologyyy · 4 months

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MODERN ATWOW BAND HEADCANONS !

✹ summary : in which i'm slowly crawling back to my avatar hyperfixation and i decided to make a band au!except I'm right (or not take this with a grain of salt hehe) and I frl can't see them playing any other roles

✹ author's note : let this not flop in eywa we pray 🙏 and yes, Daisy Jones and the Six is my favorite book, how did you guess?

✹ warnings : mentions of bleeding, scabs, swearing obv

It all started one balmy afternoon when Lo'ak and Spider were blowing off their biochemistry homework lying down on the floor staring at the cieling fan undeviatingly oscillate above them. Then, Lo'ak suddenly sits up from his spot causing Spider to look at him.

"What's up?" Asked Spider.

Lo'ak looks at him, a newfound determination in his wide eyes. "Dude, what if we start a band."

Spider frowns. "A band?"

"No, but hear me out for a second." says Lo'ak bristling in his spot as Spider sits up.

Although wary, Spider hums. "Alright."

"Think about it, school's almost over, we barely know anybody in this town, are we seriously gunna hangout in the beach all summer trying to make friends?"

Spider chuckles. "I think I'm missing the point where that's a bad idea."

"Spider, come on bro- look at us, we're losers alright? We're practically throwaway fish to the kids at school- but if we start a band, who knows how many people'll wanna be a part of it, we'll score a couple of life long friends AND it'll be our one solid excuse not to be at home" Lo'ak's riposte was proving to make sense, with a toothy smile to cap it off, but of course Spider- considering he was two years Lo'ak's senior had to pop his bubble with the pragmatic pin of reality.

"I don't know dude, it sounds kinda lame." Spider replies hesitantly, propping himself up by his elbows. "We've been trying to start a band since 7th grade, we always end up calling it quits on the 3rd week."

"This time it'll be different."

Spider scoffs. "Uh-huh? How "

Lo'ak nudges his right shoulder upwards. "We'll ask Neteyam to help."

Spider shoots him yet another look. "If he doesn't want to help?"

"We make do," Lo'ak shrugs. "What's wrong with a two man band?"

"Almost everything." Spider snorts.

★ lo'ak ──────── electric guitar

when they used to live back in high camp, he found an old silvertone in their attic that used to belong to jake during his marine days along with scores of 70's rock bands' songs on yellowing paper fraying at the edges and folds.

He spent 3 months learning a song with 4 chords by ear and performed it at the school talent show

When he got into 6th grade he did not only beg, for an electric guitar he GROVELED. He suddenly wanted to do all the chores in the house, he suddenly got C's instead of D's in tests, it was terrifying because who the hell WAS this and what did they do to the real Lo'ak???

Jake and Neytiri didn't give him one until he was 13. Jake just picked him up from school one day and all of a sudden just asked: you wanna get that electric guitar?

LO'AK WAS OVER THE GODDAMN MOON.

got a classic red stratocaster.

The first song he ever learned to play on the guitar was buddy holly by weezer...

Come on you guys what were you expecting

likes picking at his finger scabs and does it until neteyam or tsireya tells him off.

has multiple guitar picks but always uses this specific one he made into a necklace and wears it everywhere.

THEN PROCEEDS TO LOSE SAID GUITAR PICKS

tuk keeps hiding them around the house waiting for lo'ak to lose his mind.

he can play any song by ear, just watch.

plays around with riffs more often than not.

★ neteyam ──────── back up vocalist / lyricist

never even wanted to join the band but was bullied into joining (kiri joined when he said he wouldn't just to spite him)

has perfect pitch (are we surprised though)

YOU'D SNEEZE AND BITCH ASS CAN FIGURE OUT WHAT NOTE IT'S AT.

uses it to nitpick Lo'ak when he's straying from the original pitch.

lo'ak will then threaten to cave his face in with his capo.

his favorite artists are frank ocean and kendrick lamar.

no one in his entire school woulda guessed he could sing. Nobody.

was made to sing in family events... (iykyk)

loves musicals. his favorite's Hamilton...

Jake and Neytiri took him to see Hamilton once in New York when he was 11, he's never been the same since.

HAS MAJOR FUCKING STAGE FRIGHT I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH. HE WILL NOT GO ON STAGE UNTIL YOU SMACK HIM IN THE HEAD SO HARD HIS BRAIN RESETS AND SUDDENLY HAS THE BALLS TO FACE THE AUDIENCE.

Once he's out there though he totally changes, he gets more confident, when he's really feeling it then his braids start flying everywhere... it's becoming an issue really, he might take someone's eye out with how solid his hair beads are...

hurled his guts out one time before they had to perform at the end of year school fair.

★ kiri ──────── pianist

there are always four types of gays. English Teacher Gays, Art Teacher Gays, History Teacher Gays, and Music Teacher Gays.

Kiri was definitely the last one.

lo'ak got her a shirt that says "key master" with her face horribly photoshopped onto the keys of a piano.

she burned it the night she got it.

til this day lo'ak never knew what happened to it.

Suki Waterhouse as Karen Sirko in the DJATS live action? Brain chemistry = altered

Stevie Nick's and Lindsey Buckingham's performance of Silver Spring in Fleetwood Mac's Reunion concern in 1997? = Roman Empire.

was in the school choir and would play the piano in their choir director's stead.

has been playing the piano for 9 years but always gets confused when asked to play a flat or a sharp (it takes her 4 tries to figure out where C minor is)

her favorite piece to play is over the waves by juventino rosas.

when she wants to show jake a new piece she's been working on, by the first minute he's out like a fucking light. SHE'S JUST THAT GOOD.

also when she wants to play a piece with too many chords she never wanted to play it in the first place.

once she messes up she's definitely one of those people who spams the keys.

one time when she was playing a piece her fingers cramped mid-song and she freaked out.

★ spider ──────── drums

his dad's military friends taught him how to play the drums.

lo'ak dared him he couldn't do a drumroll for an hour.

spider did it in two and a half but stopped cuz he got hungry LMAO.

impresses kiri with various drumstick spins, it dosen't impress her.

practically worshipped that one vine of those two kids.

was definitely one of those kids that played with overturned pots and pans and pretended it was a drum set (it annoyed the hell outta norm)

once lost his drum sticks and used chopsticks (ps. they weren't the same)

scribbled their band logo on his bass drum and was very proud of it.

INSISTED they would call themselves "the seven skxawngs"

nobody listened to him.

when they held auditions for their drummer he went "You guys know I can play the drums right?"

has never watched whiplash.

uploads drum covers on his tiktok account with 70 followers.

makes dumb jokes if the others can't figure out a certain chord or note he'd go "guys maybe it's at H!"

the most chillest person in the band though frl.

somehow always manages to pull??? The amount of game this man has solely just because he's the drummer is wild.

they once performed at an event with 50 people and Spider was wearing addidas slides the entire time and nobody noticed.

★ tsireya ──────── main vocals/lyricist

When I tell you this kid can SING SHE CAN SING.

frl the real life ariel I swear evrrytime she opens her mouth everyone's wishing on her downfall because she's such a talented singer, her vibratro is so measured, her runs are so clean, she's just so UGHHHH.

is such a theatre kid oh Lord.

was made to sing at family events too (it's practically a canon event atp guys.)

has a special journal where she writes her song lyrics that she takes with her everywhere (give her 5 minutes and she can write a song with just her hand as paper and eyeliner as a pen.)

joined in singing competitions when she was a kid and when she was 10 joined a televised singing competition and managed to make it to the semi-finals.

it's why she's the lead singer of the band anyway.

she always has pearls threaded into her hair every time they perform and it's been her signature look ever since.

her voice is fucking angelic ya'll istg.

is a soprano. enough said.

is amazing at reading sheet music.

she and neteyam wrote 3 original songs that the band performs everytime they get a gig.

aside from singing she can play piano and violin too.

she's a fucking wordsmith too like she's so eloquent and knows all these big words and she's good at expressing her pent up emotions through songwriting.

the literal it girl. Everyone in their band gained more popularity ever since they opened for a popular band from L.A. but everyone in their high-school knows her name. Everyone.

her vocal control is amazing.

she really knows how to liven up a crowd.

★ aonung ──────── rhythm guitar

has been playing guitar since he was 7.

took up guitaring because his dad introduced him and tsireya to playing instruments at a young age.

collects guitar straps.

neteyam's always on his ass about if what he's playing sounds right or not (50% of the time he's not)

it isn't practice without neteyam and aonung almost throwing hands at least thrice.

almost always smokes while practicing.

oddly enough only has one guitar pick and he hasn't lost it yet unlike lo'ak who buys new guitar picks every other month.

obsessed with black nailpolish, you won't see him go on stage without black nails istg.

he didn't even audition for the band. He was just always there at the Sully residence to pick Tsireya up from practice until one day Tsireya told him to come inside the house, when he did he finds out they needed someone for rhythm guitar and that Tsireya let it slip that Aonung knew how to play.

he's been a part of the band ever since.

he's just incredibly good with his fingers, enough said.

after the first time they performed their first gig at some girl's house party, he, rotxo, and lo'ak got high on the rooftop of Aonung's house (yk until Lo'ak slipped and started dangling from the gutters and fell into the pool)

his outfits always eat every time they perform.

james hetfield the goat.

always experimenting with new riffs and runs and adds them to the songs mid-performance and without any warning (just to piss neteyam off)

★ rotxo ──────── bass guitar

the glue and heart of the band frl.

the sweetest basist you'll ever meet.

his family actually owns a popular guitar shop in Awa'atlu, he first started playing the guitar at the ripe age of 5.

Bro is a prodigy but dosen't want to admit it.

aonung bought his first guitar at rotxo's family's shop, they hit it off ever since.

Always brings his baked goods to practices (then kiri devours the entire tray when you aren't looking)

actually fucked up his audition for the band but then Lo'ak found him sobbing in a janitors closet and gave him a second shot at an audition with just Lo'ak and Spider and he was able to redeem himself.

(really only auditioned cuz he played bass, they were finding a bassist, and not because kiri sully was their pianist)

is an introvert but he's so fucking funny that you wouldn't suspect it.

can perform riffs in his sleep (no he actually does though it freaks aonung out when he spends the night in his place.)

kiri made him a resin guitar pick with fragments of coral from the beach when they had their first date.

has a "maturing is realizing bass is the superior instrument" tshirt.

one time wore finger condoms so his scabs wouldn't re-open and bleed all over his guitar 😔

loves playing deftones on the bass.

has chronic "guitar face"

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drunk-on-dk · 2 years

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Coffees & Cluelessness | Lee Seokmin (m)

✦pairing: college barista!dk x afab reader

✦genre: SMUT Y'ALL MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, some fluff

✦wc: ~1.8k (oops i got a little carried away this was supposed to be a drabble/lil imagine)

✦an: I'm currently working on pt 2 of my Seokmin fic IJTYC, but this thought came to mind and I had to write it. 100% was not proofread because this was a spur of a moment thing, but please enjoy.

Imagine DK as your college’s local coffee shop's heartthrob barista.

You really met him for the first time in one of your lectures. He sat next to you on the first day of Biochemistry due to the lack of seats that remained, rummaging through his stuff before introducing himself, “I’m Seokmin, but all my friends call me DK.”

You politely introduced yourself back, taking a mental note that the boy next to you had the brightest smile you’ve ever seen, but you were quick to snap out of it. No, you would not let yourself foolishly crush on the boy next to you for the rest of the semester.

Suppressing your interest proved to be simple enough upon realization that DK had most of campus wrapped around his finger, realizing that him and his group of friends seemed to run the show around here. You became fed up with constantly having to shoo girls away from your seat in class, making blatant advances on the all-too-friendly boy. To be honest, it annoyed you how he’d shamelessly flirt back, but when you’d make a comment that he seemed to be the most eligible bachelor on campus, he’d just stare at you as if you’d just spoken another language.

It became clear to you that he was oblivious to all the flirting, he was only just being kind in return, and it made you laugh incredulously, cocking your head to the side before directing your attention to the lecture that just began. DK of course thought nothing of it, which you resolved that he was clueless after all, and it irked you in an odd way. You were thankful you hadn’t become someone who pined after his attention daily. Therefore, part of you sympathized for those who did, now knowing that DK had no intention to actually flirt back.

Funnily enough, you were stuck with DK, becoming his assigned partner for your midterm project. This ultimately led you to spend a lot of time at the coffee shop he worked at, parking yourself in a corner booth most nights and waiting until his shift was over to continue your midterm work together. This was a great deal for you, you were able to knock out other assignments as you waited and he’d always prepare you a coffee exactly the way you liked it, never accepting the cash that you’d try to shove into his hand. He’d set the warm drink in front of you with a wink, “on the house, m’lady, prepared to your liking as per usual.”

Quiet chuckles would escape past your lips as you brought the coffee up to sip on, watching as he’d make his way back to the espresso bar. Sometimes you’d find yourself peaking up from your laptop upon hearing his laughter, noticing how girls from class would also come into the café to flirt with him while he was on the clock. You were sure that he was one of the main attractions of the little coffee shop. You’d return to your schoolwork, shaking your head and trying to hide your sly smile, knowing that DK never picked up on any of the cues that the girls sent his way. Not even when they’d leave their number on the signed receipt, DK mindlessly dismissing it with a soft smile as he added it to the stack behind the register.

However, you’re unsure how you found yourself in the back of DK’s car after one of his night shifts, desperately grinding your hips against his thigh as he whined beneath you, fingertips harshly digging into your hips. You never sent any cues to him yourself, nor have you deliberately flirted like other girls, but here you are riding DK’s thigh like your life depended on it.

He had offered to drive you back to your apartment upon the pretenses of working late in the café after his shift and facing a roadblock on your project, causing you both to pack up your stuff for the night and reconvene tomorrow. Yet here you were in the emptied, dark parking lot behind the café, steamed windows providing an extra layer of privacy as you desperately chased your high.

You’d blame it on the pent-up stress of midterms; DK’s lips were pressed against your neck with teeth nipping occasionally at the sensitive skin. He was sure to leave marks on your delicate skin, looking forward to when he’d be able to see them in lecture the next day. You held onto his arms, feeling how his biceps flexed as they guided your hips against his stiffened thigh. You were sure by this point that you had absolutely soaked through your leggings onto his jeans, feeling the uncomfortable dampness that was brought upon by rubbing against him for so long.

The friction on your clit drove you crazy, you couldn’t believe he could make you feel so good even with the layers of clothing between you two. Of course, DK was a gentleman, he’d let you ride out your orgasm completely, flexing his muscles even more to beckon more moans from you as you threw your head back in pure bliss.

He’d become a whining mess the second your hands landed on the button of his jeans, begging for you to help him, and that he was unbearably hard. You were shocked least to say, amazed by how the man who confidently guided you to your first orgasm had switched roles so easily. With your help, he was able to clumsily remove his jeans and boxers, pulling off your own bottoms as well, as his cock sprung up to his lower stomach. He’d become putty in your hands the second you wrapped your fingers around his length, moaning as you spread the precum down his shaft.

“Fuck,” he’d whimper out with his eyes screwed shut, “need you to ride me, please.”

“Oh, baby,” you’d coo, still working his cock as you adjusted yourself over him. He’d finally look into your eyes, the innocent desperation clear as he silently begged you to sit on him. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

Eventually sinking down on him, your slick and his precum providing enough lubrication for him to slide in with ease. Of course, he was bigger than what you were used to, both of you hissing out in unison as he fills you up completely.

He’d notice your struggle to adjust, grabbing delicately at your face as he tried not to cum right then and there. You felt too good wrapped around him, but he wouldn’t let himself get carried away, making sure you were okay before coaxing you to continue. “Are you alright?” He’d ask, those same innocent eyes as before staring into you, both of you breathing in and out as if you shared the same lungs.

The way he’d look at you would make something in you flutter causing you to smash your lips against his, moving your hips up and down without hesitation. His hands would stay wrapped around your face as you spoke breathlessly into the kiss, “more than alright, you feel so good,” and you’d clench around him, picking up your pace.

He would be back to begging sooner than later, hands slipping up your shirt and into your bra as he palmed at your breasts. You held onto his shoulders for support as you bounced up and down on his cock, moaning out praises that he felt so good inside you. This would only egg him on, bucking shallowly into you from underneath as his hands would wander all over your body, eventually ripping your top and bra off.

He wouldn’t be able to say much after his initial begging, but he’d be so loud, crying out as you’d work him closer and closer to his orgasm. Wailing every time your tight, little pussy would clench around him, especially when you’d change your pace, grinding into him as his head hit your g-spot deep inside of you. This would leave him a mess, the way you slowly ground into him, feeling how your nails would dig into his shoulders as you writhed on top of him. It truly was a beautiful sight to him, leading him closer to his own bliss.

You had worked yourself up too from grinding on his cock, you were so closely pressed against him that it had provided additional stimulation to your clit. You were supposed to be taking care of him, but you had lost yourself to how good he felt in you and against you. His whines and moans made you work harder too, ignoring the way your legs burned as you desperately rode him, and positive that you were going to have a hard time walking tomorrow from how hard you were fucking him.

“Fuck, I’m supposed to be taking care of you,” you’d cry out, feeling closer to your own orgasm as your walls tensed up. You knew DK could feel it too, you’re cunt like a vice around his length, his grip on your hips becoming tighter as he pulled you in for another messy kiss. “Has anyone ever told you that your cock is fucking incredible?”

He’d shake his head so innocently, of course they hadn’t. You weren’t even sure if he was hooking up with anyone at the rate he so blindly turned all advances down. This made you reach your orgasm prematurely, crying out yourself this time to let him know that you were reaching your finish.

DK could feel you spasming around him, using his strength to hold you up as you lost all control on top of him. This was more than enough for him to reach his own orgasm as well, snapping his own hips up into you as you rode out your entire orgasm, pulling his cock out only to release white, hot spurts of cum onto your stomach. He’d jerk in pleasure as you ground against his thigh again, overstimulating yourself while he worked himself through his entire orgasm.

The cleanup wasn’t awkward like you expected it to be. DK helped wipe you down and dress you, giggling and carrying you to the front passenger seat before driving you home.

You’d see the pride in his eyes when you’d show up to lecture the next day, and he was the one to shoo girls away from your desk for the first time ever. You’d worry that would eventually bring you some false hope, but decided it's best to ignore that for the time being. DK noticed that you wore a bulky hoodie to hide his marks from the night before. He was bold enough to tug at your collar, chuckling when you’d smack his hand away. You did your best to hide the blush on your cheeks as the lecture began, feeling uncomfortably sticky for the rest of class when his own thigh would brush yours “accidentally,” saying a silent prayer that tonight’s project session would be a repeat of last night.

#svthub #dk smut #seokmin smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #dokyeom smut #college!dk #barista!dk #lee seokmin x reader #lee seokmin smut #i'm so sorry ive gone feral

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hangesbestgirl · 2 months

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ᴘᴀꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ʟᴇꜱꜱᴏɴꜱ

ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀ ᴀꜱꜱɪꜱᴛᴀɴᴛ ʜᴀɴɢᴇ x ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

cw: cursing, alot of arguing, angry sex, make our session, hange being a munch (ofc), reader receiving, kinda public sex.

a/n: i had way too much fun doing this and it is rushed and not edited but its content (practicing smut pls spare me) <3

ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ & ᴍᴇɴ ᴅɴɪ (18+)

˚⟡. ˚⟡. ˚⟡.

College was always something you looked forward to when it came to the amount of stories you heard from your family or even friends who were slightly older than you. The amount of parties you would be going to, drinking, smoking, everything was included in this package that was labelled college.

It wasn’t true in the slightest.

You found that out as fast as possible, while you were out partying with Jean and Sasha, drinking as much as your body could take so you could get the same experience that everyone bragged about. The constant texts you would get from them begging you to skip your lectures which you did the majority of the time.

It never made a difference. You still attended the labs with perfect attendance, the lectures were just too exhausting to sit through, you’d rather be smoking or hanging out with your friends when the notes and material was online.

It didn’t until your third year.

With the stupidest lab and the stupidest TA.

Hange Zoe was assigned as your primary teacher’s assistant for your Biochemistry lab and sometimes the lecture, the same lecture you would skip to enjoy yourself a little more.

You both couldn’t stand each other.

They were the pure definition of looks are deceiving.

And from the first day, you both were at each other’s throats. Every lab was an argument, every lab resulted in some email complaining just to be denied your claims, every lab resulted in an unfair grade that you always contested and it eventually figured itself out.

You felt like they did it to get a rise out of you at this point.

They were the worst person in the world for you. The very person that made you question your major multiple times because of how harsh they were against you when it came to them being in charge of your lab.

“What the fuck is this, Hange?!” You screamed at them while slamming the very paper that they put a red zero on the front of it, on their desk while they were grading others. They didn’t have a reaction to it, they just stared up at you like you were stupid or something.

They set their pen down and let out a sigh of annoyance while they peered over at the paper, you could’ve sworn that for one minute, a small smile appeared on their face before they wiped it away completely turning their attention back to you.

“Do you need help reading the grade or something? Maybe need it a little bigger?” Hange snatched your paper up, opening the drawer in their desk to pull out a thick red marker to put the biggest zero on the front page, holding it up to point at the very grade that angered you. “It says a zero, sweetheart.”

Their pet-names were so mocking.

They threw the paper back on their desk in front of you while you stared down at them in disbelief while they broke the gaze between you two to continue grading the papers in front of them, their own attempt to ignore your outburst.

“I know what it says, unless you give me some sort of explanation why it is that way I’m not leaving. I did everything you whined at me about.” The experiment itself was annoying and useless since it was just a simple case study, the analysis of carbohydrates which explaining it bored you enough.

They didn’t respond. They ignored you like they always did.

“What kind of TA are you? You can’t even grade lab reposts correctly.” Just when they were about to pick up their pen to continue writing grades and explanations on the papers which were lacking on your they paused and stared up at you with a blank reaction.

One push of their glasses and they snatched the paper back up without a single word back or any argument.

You had some hope.

“Go.” They blankly said, setting your paper back in their stacks of papers.

You should’ve questioned them more.

˚⟡. ˚⟡. ˚⟡.

The pettiest teacher’s assistant you could have ever encountered ruined your life in an instant.

You were officially on academic probation.

Your eyes constantly scanning the email over and over again to make sure this wasn’t an illusion. You were so upset, so angry that you could hardly feel anything at the moment of reading it. To see the Dean’s name and attached was your midterm grades to express concern, all you could feel was your heart sinking and the fingers on your keyboard halting for a second.

“I’m going to fucking kill them.” You could feel yourself physically shaking at the sight of the email of your nightmares, the words were bolded in a red font and even worse, when you saw exactly what class caused the sudden surprise made your blood boil.

The Biochemistry Lab.

“How did you even manage that?”

Armin asked in a tone of disbelief while were trying to contain yourself from slamming your laptop and running over to the very lab you knew their office was in. He peered over your shoulder and you could tell he was rereading it over and over again like you were.

“How come you and Hange are always at each other’s throats when it comes to this lab?”

Great fucking question.

But he wasn’t helping, you could feel your hands start to shake more until you gave into the feeling and slammed your laptop shut, abruptly dragging your chair back and grabbing the remaining amount of your stuff to start racing over towards the lab. You couldn’t even think about explaining to anyone how you were feeling at the moment.

You were beyond frustrated with them and it got to the point where it felt purposeful. The closer you got the lab, the more the anger started to grow and all you wanted to do was wipe their stupid smile they always had on their face and somehow destroy the ego they always seemed to have around you.

The door was right in front of you, you didn’t waste any time to grab the doorknob. The door creaked loudly as a result catching their attention but also the attention of the two students standing right in front of them with papers in their hands.

The two students in front of them were thankfully your friends, Jean and Connie. But when they saw you burst into the room with your stuff practically falling out of your hands, they gave a look of concern before looking back over at Hange who also had an annoyed look on their face from your entrance.

“Great, the trio is complete now. Y/N, I don’t have time for your concerns. Come back later, I am helping other students right now.” They held their hand up to wave you off while they were writing on the papers you were assuming were Jean and Connie’s. But you didn’t want to get sent off that easily and started walking towards their desk.

“Hey Y/N, maybe-“

Connie started but Jean quickly elbowed his arm to get him to stop him from stopping your outrage.

“You fucking failed me? What is going on in your mind that you think that was okay? An email before you decided to submit the grades would’ve been much appreciated.”

You peered down at what they were writing, it was the exact same lab that you got a zero on and when Hange circled the numbers one hundred in red and when you saw it was Connie and Jean’s name, the same people you worked with on the same experiment, you wanted to blow up.

They set their pen down, reaching up towards their face to pull off their glasses to start rubbing the bridge of their nose to show their annoyance. They slid their glasses back on and stared up at you with disbelief and annoyance all in one.

“Do you ever stop complaining?” They spat towards you. You could see and feel Jean and Connie shift a little from the sudden argument forming between you.

“Not when my TA is purposely giving me horrible grades for no reason with no explanation on either of my reports.” You spat back, getting closer to their desk to look down at them with pure disgust.

They looked up at you for a second, studying your reaction and the way your eyebrows furrowed in annoyance before the same smile you hated the most started to form on their face. A small laugh of disbelief escaped their lips before they spoke again.

“No explanations? Maybe if you would come to the lectures then you would know what is expected of this lab work.”

And there it was, the reason that they were probably purposely failing you or being strict on your work no matter if it was the same as your partners or not.

“This is what this is about? Me not going to the lectures where you bore me to death?”

You watched their eyebrows furrow, a small laugh if disbelief slipping out of their lips They pushed their chair back and slowly started to make their way out of the chair, setting both of their hands on too of their desk as they leaned over to respond to your sourness with something equivalent.

“Or maybe, you aren’t as smart as you think you are, sweetheart.”

You were baffled on what they were saying but how close they got to your face enough for you to move back slightly. Just them being this close caused you to get a hint of their cologne along with the cigarettes they probably smoked before hand.

And you didn’t mind it.

“You are unbelievable and a complete asshole, Hange.”

You turned your head to get the reactions of your friends but when you didn’t see them and heard the door shut behind you, you felt helpless. You felt crazy when it came to being in the presence of this egotistical asshole.

“What? Can’t form your own opinion without your party friends?” They let out another small laugh.

Hange started to move away from your proximity to gather the papers they had already sitting on their desk, you watched them pull one out which had the signature zero they drew on the front just to piss you off more you assumed.

“Leave.” They tossed the paper towards you direction causing it to fall on the floor in front of you.

“Fuck you, do you get off on this or something?”

“And if I do?”

You took a step back to start putting you laptop in your bag to gather yourself somehow while trying to thing of every email you could write to get Hange fired and even better, away from you.

“A little advice, learn how to shut your pretty mouth. Maybe your looks would shine that way.”

“Excuse me?” You scoffed

One thing you hated the most was there was nothing negative you could say about their looks, their attitude ruined it but they were an attractive person. Even though their nicknames were mocking and they way they would subtly call you pretty, it did kind of get to you because of how attractive they were.

So the only resort you had when they called you pretty for the last time was to point it out.

“Is that what this is? You find me attractive and rather than admitting it you go out of your way to torture me in this lab?”

For once, you saw Hange panic and turn their face away from your view as they started to gather the remaining amount of their stuff to try to leave.

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

Once they took a step away from their desk to walk around it and past you, you grabbed their arm which caused them to look down at you like you were crazy.

“Then say it. Say I’m not attractive.”

They paused, setting their stuff down on one of the lab tables next to them. The first thing they did was grab ahold of the hand that was on their arm to pull it off of them, the second thing was they leaned down to get slightly close to your face while the grip on your hand tightened.

You thought you would be disgusted, repulsed by the interaction. But when you caught yourself looking down at their lips when they spoke, you were fucked.

“You are attractive, you ruin it with your attitude.”

It felt like you both were in this position for the longest time, you could feel their grip start to loosen on your hand and all you could do was analyze their face, once you caught their eyes flickering between your lips and your gaze.

It was obvious.

“What are you trying to do?” You asked in a low tone while keeping an eye on where their eyes were going, you wanted to see if they wanted this too.

“I should ask you the same thing, Y/N.”

They said your name with no mocking tone.

You didn’t know what you wanted to do but when you kept looking at their lips you couldn’t wipe away the thought of kissing them. But you tried to get your mind to think about leaving, leaving and just forgetting about the lab. Dropping the class, anything.

When they finally released your hand fully from their grip, you had your chance to leave. But you were stuck like your legs weren’t going to allow you to leave, maybe you wanted to get one last word in.

“Fuck you, Hange.”

They slowly started to move themselves so that they were in front of you. You didn’t allow yourself to lose their gaze for a second until they started to get closer than they have been before, their nose was practically brushing against yours and you could feel their hand start to slowly creep up against your waist.

“Fuck you too, Y/N.”

The moment their lips hit yours, it was filled with a certain need and desperation. Your hands had a mind of their own when they started becoming tangled in the back of their hair while the other rested on the collar of their lab coat to keep them close just in case they regretted starting it.

You could feel their smile forming against your lips while their hands trailed over towards your waist, hooking one of their fingers onto your belt loop to tug you close enough so that there was no space between the two of you.

You were melting in their touch, in the feeling of their soft and desperate lips.

A small sound behind you caused you to break away from the kiss for a second but Hange didn’t have the same worry as you as their kisses continued next to your lips before starting to trail down your neck which caused you shiver at the feeling of their lips.

Once you saw two shadows outside of the door facing the other way, you realized that Connie and Jean were waiting for you to come out.

“Hange..”

You tried to get their attention and tried to keep yourself aware of what and who was outside but when they continue kissing around certain parts of you neck, it felt like you becoming drunk with desire. You could feel them trying to push you in a certain direction so you slowly started to step back.

The kisses, the sucking, there were even some bites against your neck and it all felt too good.

With one sudden movement, Hange grabbed under your thighs to lift you up and set you up on one of the lab tables which allowed you to snap out of the feeling earlier and bring your attention back over towards the door.

“They are still here.” You tried to tell them.

But the feeling was back as soon as their lips landed on yours, the series of desperate kisses continuing as the feeling of their hands on your thighs slowly started to travel towards your shirt. Button after button, the more your chest started to pour out.

They broke away from the kiss for a second, they didn’t even bother to look you in the eye. Instead their attention was more on the lace bra you decided to wear as they finished unbuttoning your shirt completely.

“You think that’s going to stop me? They can watch for all I care.”

Their tone was different.

You allowed one of your hands to trail over towards their face as you leaned in this time for the kiss that you were already craving not even a minute after they just kissed you.

You didn’t care at this point.

You live once.

The heated kiss continued, the longer it was the more desperate and hungry it was. Hange’s hands were immediately coming down to start unbuttoning your pants in the sloppiest way possible while you were bringing both of your hands down to slid their lab coat off of their shoulders.

It was messy, they pulled their hands away quickly to allow the coat slide off their arms while you lifted yourself up to allow your pants to fall down below you. The two of you were smiling in between the kiss that never broke, the sound of your heavy breathing filling the area between you.

Their rough hands hit your bare thigh and you couldn’t help but let out a satisfied moan against their lips. You let one of your hands escape form their body and immediately latched onto the end of the lab table to keep yourself stable as the melting feeling started to come back the higher Hange’s hand go towards your inner thigh.

Two of their fingers started to trace small shapes along your inner thigh to try to get you to open and you did with no complaint. You wanted this more than anything, you needed this for yourself.

After the kiss that felt like forever finally broke, your heavy breaths escaped your mouth while Hange started to press their lips against the skin on your neck again. But instead of what they did earlier, the kisses started to get lower and lower.

“Please, hurry..” You wanted them now, for the sake of not getting caught but also how impatient you were becoming from the amount of foreplay that has been going on.

Once you said those words, the feeling of their fingers trailing against your inner thigh suddenly disappeared which caused you to look down at them in confusion before the feeling switched over towards the very heat that has been growing ever since this whole interaction started.

You could feel a chill come up on your spine when the very two fingers started moving in the very spot that you have been craving someone to find for so long. You couldn’t hold in your breathy moans and even worse, you could feel the grip you once had on the table start to loosen enough that you abruptly moved it behind you for support.

The sounds you made caused Hange’s smile to grow and you could tell by feelings against your chest and the very spots they were kissing down towards the very area where their fingers were. Once their lips were absent from your chest and your abdomen, it caused you to look down at them as they started to take off their glasses.

“What are you doing?” You struggled to say in between the motions.

One push.

And you were on the lab table completely on your back and without any view of what Hange was trying to do until you felt a sudden breeze of cold air hitting you which caused you to slightly sit up to see that your panties were gone and in between their fingers.

“Maybe say something.” You spat.

They just glared over at you.

“Maybe take my advice and shut up. Don’t act like you won’t enjoy this.”

They tossed their glasses on the side of the table, their rough hands coming back to your thigh as they started to kneel down in front of you which caused you to let out a small scoff of disbelief.

They gave you an annoyed look after you scoffed.

The TA.

The egotistical TA was down on your knees in front of you.

The heat of their breath started to become apparent against the skin of your inner thigh and their lips finally connected to start slowly kissing down and the closer they got, the hotter you would feel.

“I didn’t take you for someone who was so willing to get on their knees.” You teased.

They didn’t respond like you wanted them to, the kissing continued and you watched one of their hands drag over towards the source of the heat from earlier, their finger slightly swiping across the sensitive spot before they spoke.

“I didn’t take you for someone who would be so easy to put in this position. It was not a challenge to get you to spread your legs either.” You rolled your eyes at their response but they weren’t wrong gin the slightest.

Before you could even respond, the sudden overwhelming pleasure and the warmth against your clit caused you to immediately lean your head back. The moans were escaping your mouth and your mind was spiraling as Hange’s tongue started doing wonders against you.

You didn’t care about volume.

You didn’t care up until you felt Hange’s hand cover your mouth to muffle your moans. They didn’t have to tell you, but when their hand push against your mouth to muffle you out more, you imagined them cursing at you to be quiet.

“Fuck..” You managed to get out between their fingers, you could feel them practically melting into you by the way their hand started to relax against your mouth.

There was no time, you could feel some parts in your stomach start to tighten and the first thing you did was grab the back of Hange’s head to practically push them in deeper, your hips moving on their own. Your mind was somewhere else that you didn’t even realize that you were suffocating Hange until the tightening sudden loosened.

It felt like you were brand new.

You loosened your grip on Hange’s hair causing them to slowly pull back, the sound of their breaths becoming apparent. You didn’t bother to look over at them until they finally got up and off of their knees to grab ahold of your face, forcing you to look over at them.

“That was fast. Was I really that good?” Their ego was back in an instant and the smile you hated so much returned but for once, you weren’t even bothered by it. But their timing did annoy you slightly.

You ripped your face away from their hand, a laugh came out of their mouth. But once you fully got a look of them, they looked relieved and even worse, they seem cockier than before.

“Fuck you.” You managed to get out while trying to catch your breath and process the whole interaction.

A new look for Hange, a hungry one.

“Is that you asking to go again? I wasn’t done with you, anyway.”

˚⟡. ˚⟡. ˚⟡.

#hange zoe #fanfic #hange zoe x you #hange zoe smut #hange zoe x reader #hange zoë #smut

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therealdisneyfan2319 · 11 months

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The Spider and The Witch Chapter 2: The Visitor and The Proposal

Summary: After gaining Spidey powers in an experiment gone wrong, Y/N finds an unexpected visitor in his room who offers him the proposal of a lifetime

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Warnings: Mild language

Word Count: 1.2K

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The last person you expected to see spinning in your desk chair was Tony Stark.

“Holy shit!”

“That would be ‘holy shit, Mr. Stark’ to you,” Tony answered as he grabbed your desk to stop himself from spinning.

“Sorry, Mr. Stark,” you mumbled, dropping your backpack to the floor.

“I’m kidding. Just kidding. Ask Peter, he’ll tell you about my sardonic sense of humor.” He extended his hand to you. “You must be Y/N.”

“Yeah,” you gulped as you shook his hand. Your hand was sweaty. Hopefully he didn’t notice or care too much, but the Tony Stark was standing right in front of you, shaking your hand, in your bedroom.

“Peter told me about your little…mixup in the lab the other day.” He shoved his hands in his pockets, wandering around your room as he looked at everything on your shelves. “Guess that’s one way of testing your experiment.” You chuckled weakly, watching him as he picked up a science fair trophy you’d won in high school. “First prize, huh?”

“Junior year. Natural occurrence of bioluminescence in various ecosystems.” You felt wildly inferior telling the head of Stark Industries about the science fair project you spent hours working on back in high school. But you figured Tony wasn’t here to discuss your high school endeavors. “Mr. Stark-”

“I get it. You’re a busy man, I’m a busy man, let’s cut the bullshit and get right to it. You can do things now, things some people only dream of. I’ve been looking for someone to take over for Peter for a while now. The job’s yours if you want it.”

“Mr. Stark-”

“It’s a lot, I know. One minute you’re studying for…what are you studying?” He snapped his fingers and cocked his head as if he was trying to remember a long forgotten conversation between the two of you.

“Biochemistry. Studio art minor.”

“One minute you’re studying for your bio midterm, the next minute you’re hanging from the ceiling and shooting webs out of your wrist-?” He looked down at your arm hanging by your side, almost asking you to show off. You flicked your wrist in front of you as a web shot wildly from your wrist, landing on the window over to your left. “Aim’s a little off,” Tony noted, “but we can work on that.”

“Mr.-”

“Peter’s old room is free. You can take that. It’s right next to Vision’s. He’s got a bit of an issue with phasing through walls, but that’ll get better the second he sees you naked for the first time.”

“Mr. Stark, thank you for the offer, but I’m not interested.”

Tony studied you. You felt like he was trying to unravel the deepest depths of your brain. He looked you up and down, his eyebrows raised as he tried to figure out what was really going on behind your eyes. “You sure?”

“Yeah. I mean Peter’s told me enough stories to keep my feet firmly planted on the ground.”

“Can’t say I’m surprised. Peter told me you’d say no.” He stared at your Back to the Future poster, his hands once again shoved in his pockets. “We can’t all be heroes now, can we?”

The room suddenly felt too hot as your face tinted red with shame. His unspoken disappointment hung in the air. While you knew you weren’t under any obligation to join, you knew that Peter’s loss left an indelible hole on the team. It was a sensitive situation. Logistically they were just fine without a Spider-Man, but the lack was felt all over the compound and in the City of New York as well. It had been a long time since the neighborhood web-slinger fought off the local urchins. Sure, there was the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, but he stuck to more of the vigilantes and the underground crime rings.

“Look, Mr. Stark,” you explained. “I appreciate the offer, I really do. I just, I don’t know…I want to go to med school, you know? I want to be a normal guy doing normal college things. I know Peter loved being an Avenger, but the things he’s told me…I mean, that last accident, Mr. Stark-?”

Tony averted his eyes as he picked up the Rubik’s cube on your nightstand. He fiddled with it, turning sides absentmindedly. He shook his head, chuckling as he tossed the toy from one hand to another. “Yeah. That was a shitty night. I, umm…I blame myself. I shouldn’t have put him in that situation. Look at him now. Bright kid, hell of a future ahead of him, just sucks his life went this way.” He trailed off as he placed the Rubik’s cube back down. “I get it. Less danger when your feet are firmly planted on the ground, right? You’re not going to break your neck performing surgery. But if you ever want it, the offer stands.”

“Thanks,” you replied, extending your hand. Tony grasped it firmly, looking you in the eye as he shook your hand.

“You ever need an internship or something, just let me know. I’ll hook you up.”

“Thank you, Mr. Stark. That means a lot.”

******

“Still can’t believe you turned him down,” Peter griped as Kirby smashed Pikachu.

“In what universe did you think I’d say yes, Pete?” you quipped as Kirby jumped up to the next level only to be flattened by Donkey Kong.

“I think you should do it. Just give it a try at least.”

“Dude-”

“Y/N, it’ll be good for you. Look, if anything it’ll help you get used to living with these powers. It’s fucking weird. I’ve known that for a while, but just being in an environment where you can experiment and train will help you a lot in the long run.”

The two of you sat in an awkward silence for a while, the only sounds in the room coming from the game on the TV. As much as you hated to admit it, part of you knew that Peter was right. Ever since you gained the “Peter Tingle” as Peter’s Aunt May lovingly called it, you felt you were going through the world slightly slanted to the left. Everything was ever-so slightly off. Tony had experience working with both Spider-Man and designing the technology for his suits; he was a great resource for you.

“Do you think Mr. Stark would be okay with a part-time commitment? I don’t want to drop out of school for this.”

“I don’t see why not,” Peter shrugged. He threw the Switch controller down on the couch next to him. “See if you can go over winter break. That’s about a month. Plenty of time to train and get a basic handle on things. If you like it, great. If not, then you come back and keep going with life. That’s a fair trade-off.”

“Yeah, I guess,” you reluctantly agreed.

“Plus you can put down that you had a Stark Internship on your med school applications. Harvard Med would totally kill to get someone who worked at Stark Industries.” You smiled at that thought. Harvard was your dream medical school. There wasn’t anything you wouldn’t do to help boost your chances of being accepted.

“Lemme see your phone. You’ve got his number right?” Peter tossed you his phone. You scrolled through his contacts list until you found the number that filled you with both excitement and dread. Placing the phone to your ear, you waited for a familiar voice to say hello.

“Mr. Stark? It’s Y/N. I have a proposal for you.”

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It was Peter’s first day in this biochemistry class and he was already having the worst time. The seating arrangement was so that four people would sit at a table. Most of the tables in the room already had at least one person sitting at them.

Peter walked past, avoiding the other students’ perceived glares. He had flashbacks to high school, where most kids avoided him like the plague.

This was even worse. He didn’t even have Ned to fall back on, since they went to different colleges.

Peter picked a seat in the very back, mostly due to it being the only table with no one at it.

Optimistically, or more accurately, naively, he hoped that once the Professor started the lecture things would be better. He was dreadfully wrong.

Peter was alone at his table when class officially started. He tried to ignore the sharp sting in his chest as he realized he was the only one sitting alone.

Even worse, the professor was awful. They spent most of the time going through slides, barely explaining them, and moving on too quickly to take meaningful notes. They droned on and on about the unimportant things.

Peter sighed. Was attendance really mandatory for this? Three hours of a man who had long since checked out going over the textbook word-for-word. Great.

Just then, as Peter was lamenting dropping the class altogether, someone barged into the classroom.

He moved forward confidently and without care. He examined the room briefly before striding over to the empty seat next to Peter. He plopped down and whispered, “I’m Tony.”

“Peter.” He whispered it soft as a mouth. But judging by Tony’s nodding, he heard. Peter was silently thankful that at least someone sat next to him. Even if that someone entered like a drama queen.

The class moved on with the same boring slideshow that did nothing to further Peter’s education.

“This guy’s a total hack,” Tony whispered.

Peter laughed softly, a breath would more accurately describe it. “I can’t believe I’m paying for this,” he responded.

Tony said, “Shit, you should totally drop the class then. My dad’s paying for mine. It’s mostly for show.”

“Aren’t you lucky.”

“Hey,” Tony said, “if you wanna deal with my dad’s raging bullshit, I’ll call him up right now.”

Peter said, “Wanna trade? I don’t have a dad.”

“Oh, damn, that’s a low blow.”

“And I don’t have a mom.”

“Double whammy,” Tony said, making an over-the-top grimace. “You win,” he said.

Peter smiled, “Didn’t know it was a competition.”

“Everything’s a competition with me.”

“Are you two done?” The Professor called out, putting a spotlight on them. As if they were even teaching in the first place. Everyone’s eyes landed on them in an instant.

Peter’s face went piping hot immediately. He knew, from experience, he must’ve been the shade of strawberries.

Tony called back, “Just give us another minute, please.”

Students around him either snickered or glared. Tony didn’t seem to mind either way.

The professor raised their brows, “Mr. Stark, is it? You’re very lucky to have a father who can pay for your education. Not everyone has that opportunity.” The professor gave a pointed look at Peter, “Isn’t that right, Mr. Parker?”

Peter opened his mouth, to apologize probably, but Tony beat him to the punch.

“Taking this class is the furthest thing from luck I’ve ever experienced.” Tony asked, “Do you even know how to teach? Or do you just know how to press the arrows on your keyboard?”

Peter had to admit, Tony was being a raging asshole. But, something about that was charming. Peter kept his mouth shut and his head down, but Tony could afford to be more bold. And that enticed Peter in a very dangerous way.

The professor only shook their head and continued with the lecture. If you could call it a “lecture.”

Tony leaned back in his chair.

“You’re acting like a highschooler,” Peter said.

Tony said, “I should be in high school.”

“What?”

Tony paused, then said, “I’m technically supposed to be a senior in high school but I got high enough scores they let me into college early.”

“That’s awesome!” Peter whispered.

Tony gave Peter a look. Quietly, he said, “Thank you.”

Peter was beyond thankful when that class ended. He was definitely going to try and drop it.

He walked through the campus, looking for his busted up, piece of junk car.

“Peter!”

He stopped. Was someone calling for him? No, he didn’t really know anybody on campus.

“Peter!”

Okay, someone was definitely calling for him. He turned and saw Tony jogging toward him.

“Hi, Tony,” Peter said with a smile.

Tony gave a breathless laugh, “Hi.” He had his hands on his knees, lurched over. He looked like he might puke.

Peter reached toward him, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Tony said, waving his hand and shaking his head. He took a deep breath. He stood up, but staggered a little.

Peter laughed a little, both out of built up nervousness and amusement at Tony’s behavior.

Tony said, “We should go out sometime.”

Peter smiled. He was about to say, Sure! That sounds fun. But, like a train colliding with a bus, Peter wondered if Tony was hitting on him. No, he thought, that’s a very vain thing to think. And asking Tony for clarification would be awkward.

“What do you mean by out?” Peter asked.

Tony said, “You know... you, me, out.”

“How old are you?”

Tony looked up at him with hopeful brown eyes, “Eighteen?”

“You’re not eighteen,” Peter said. It was obvious.

Tony said, “I’ll be eighteen in a few months.”

“Tony, I’m twenty,” Peter said.

Tony said, “Don’t make me beg. Cause I will.”

“Tony-”

“Do you want me to beg?” Tony said, “Fine, I’ll beg.” He got down on his knees and clasped his hands in front of Peter, mimicking a prayer almost. He said, “Peter Parker, please go out with me. Please. I’ll do anything.”

People walking by gave them unusual looks, but Tony wasn’t affected in the slightest. He just continued his pleas.

Peter felt like he was going to combust. So, to end his humiliation, he said, “Fine! Fine, just stand up already.”

Tony popped up easily and smiled, “Here’s my number. I’ll text you the details.” Then, like that, he was gone.

Peter looked at the hastily scribbled number and wondered, What the fuck just happened?

#starker #max writes #ignore my total lack of biochem class knowledge #im an english major ok #should i put on ao3

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Hiiii can I please request a an established relationship Miguel x reader where reader stress smokes and Miguel doesn’t know and reader hides the fact that they smoke cigs from the stress (reader is a scientist in the fic for spider society!!) and one day Miguel find out and he’s disappointed and pissed 😮😮 also it could ends in fluff or smut it’s all up to you😸🫶🏻

YES! this will end more in fluff but i could always make a version that ends in smut so let me know 💆🏽‍♀️!!

it was a starry night you had went up to sit on the rooftop of your apartment building to relax as per usual. you always had a little smoke sesh after a long strenuous day at the spider society in the labs running experiments all day long with miguel. whatever your boyfriend needed you did it and he expected nothing less from you and so it was the only way you could unwind to relax. to be by yourself. you became one with nature as you looked up at the stars shimmering in the night’s sky. you loved stargazing at night on the rooftop and being by yourself whether it was to smoke weed or light up a cig. you usually like to smoke weed since it was the “healthier” option but today you were just in the mood to smoke a cigarette. deep down you kind of regretted keeping this fact from miguel that you smoked. ironically enough you were a scientist obviously being well versed in biology, biochemistry, and the medical field but to be honest you were just a human being. you did not care if smoking would harm you or not as this was your outlet of becoming undone. smoking and going to a secluded area was your little getaway from it all.

unbeknownst to you, you did not hear the footsteps of you boyfriend miguel treaded quietly behind you. your back was facing him as you puffed out an air of smoke from your mouth while holding your knees to your chest and running a hand through you air. you felt him grip your rest and knock the cig out of your hold and that startled you. you were about to scream until you turned to face him. he was fuming to say the least. from all this time that he had known you--you hid the fact that you smoked from him. “what are you even smoking??” he said in disbelief as his grip on your wrist did not waver at all. miguel was big on health and you well-being. to say you smoke behind his back left him perplexed in a turmoil of emotions. you knew smoking was bad for your lungs but you pushed that fact deep in the crevices of your mind.

“look miguel—“ he had pulled you up to your feet as you know faced him completely. “why? you know smoking is bad for your health!!” his eyes squinted at you in anger and in disbelief, his red eyes were now glowing under the night sky. you felt ashamed because you were going to keep this away from him and you did not intend for him to find out about your smoking habits. “because it helps me relax!” you spatted out as you pulled your wrist away from him, “i am sorry but this is my only way of relieving stress..” he scoffed hearing you spew out those words. he shook his head taking offense as to what you said as his nostrils flared. “your only way to relax?? you are an adult you should be able to find better and healthier ways to relax.” Miguel’s voice boomed in authority while he looked into your eyes the way you shifted under his gaze. he knew you felt ashamed and hurt at the same time but how would anyone feel if they found out their partner had unhealthy coping mechanisms. he wanted you to be healthy. you were the only person he had left. you now realized why he acted the way he did. you can’t blame a man who is always so hard on himself and trying to keep everyone safe. you sighed as you hung your head low mustering up the right words to tell him. “miguel, I’m truly sorry i kept this away from you. i hope you understand how stressed i`ve been feeling lately.” your eyes were a bit glossy as you wanted to cry but you held back the tears from spilling. everyone and everything has been so hard on you as you and miguel were trying to fix the mess the spot had made. miguel admired your sincerity as he had calmed down a bit. he broke the distance between you as he embraced you in his arms. his arms held a protective hold on your body as he kissed into your hair and rubbing circles on your back.

“promise me you will quit. i`m sorry for raising my voice at you. i love you so much and i don’t want anything bad happening to you.” he said softly into your hair. he had felt you nod against him as you took his words to heart. “of course, and ill promise to find better ways to manage my stress. i love you more, miguel.” he slightly parted away from you as he hooked his fingers under your chin brinigng your face against his. his eyes had now returned to the dark pools of honey the ones that you have fallen in love with as he gently brushed his lips against yours. you felt so loved and happy that miguel was very understanding despite the fact he can be strict as he usually ruled with an iron hand. but for you, he was soft and kind. he let himself be vulnerable around him as he wanted you to feel the same. he dropped all his walls just for you letting him get to know his good side.

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unabashegirl · 1 year

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Different 1 (HS)

Summary: Harry is just like any other college student. He is a senior in Chicago University. He keeps to himself except when he is spending time with his closest friends, Sarah and Mitch. His world revolves around his future career, friends, and family. His quiet and routine driven life takes a turn, one weekend when he meets Y/N Y/L/N. She is way too different from him. She spends most of her days surrounded by people who care for superficial and materialistic things. Her parents are never home, and they think that with money everything can be solved. They are both from different worlds yet something that night clicks and Y/N can never again get him off her mind.

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“So, are you coming?” Mitch asked him as they sat in the dining hall of the university and attempted to eat what they had chosen as their meal. Harry had ordered a warm tortilla soup and a side salad with some lemonade. He was a messy eater, and so he was careful not to spill any soup on his white sweater or worst yet, stain his sleeves.

“To Y/N’s party?” He asked unbothered and disinterested in the idea of partying at some rich girl’s house. “Are you even invited?” Harry had no intention of getting in trouble, especially for such a superficial thing as attending a party of an almost stranger.

“Obviously not” Harry rolled his eyes at him as he looked through the notes of his upcoming biochemistry class. “Emma was and I am sure if we ask her, she’ll help us get in.”

“We are barely friends with her!” He argued getting annoyed by his persistence. “Why are you so interested in going?” Harry challenged wanting to know the true reason. “We rarely see her. She is on another major and most importantly you don’t know her!”

“Isn’t she studying psychology or something ?” Sarah asked as she continued eating the grapes that she had carefully packed that morning. Mitch only nodded and took a sip out of his vitamin water.

“So what? I want to get to know her. It’s senior year, H. Let’s finally do something fun” Harry snorted but eventually gave in. Mitch had always craved to be popular and well-known around campus. Although he barely could count his friends on one hand. He blamed it on not having enough time to manage everything. Yet he barely turned in assignments. On the other hand, Harry was an introvert. He hated the uncomfortable silences that surged in conversations with strangers. Therefore, he avoided talking and making conversation altogether.

But either way no matter how annoyed Harry got with Mitch, they were still best friends.

That weekend they found themselves crammed into a small vehicle heading up north, where Y/N’s family house was situated. In a small town named Lake Forest. The town was known for its enormous and pricey houses. As soon as they pulled up into her street Harry already regretted leaving the dorms.

Mitch decided to park the car a few blocks away from the house due to the high congestion of cars. Emma was already waiting for them at the front of the gate with a drink in her hand.

“It’s about time you showed up! I am freezing my ass!” She complained evidently cold from the already low temperatures at the North Shore in early August. Y/N’s house was right on the coast of the Michigan River making the breeze even colder. “Come on already!” She stumped her food on the ground just like a little kid would do when throwing a tantrum. Regardless, she reached over and dialed the intercom.

“Hello?” A soft voice greeted them.

“Hey babe is Emma, could you open the door?” Her tone was completely different from the one that she was using a few minutes ago with them. She was cheerful and happy and kind.

“Oh hey! Yeah sure! Let me buzz you in!” Then within a matter of seconds, the front doors of the house opened up to them revealing a long driveway towards the house. The sides of the driveway were decorated with trees and bushes. Emma lead the way as the rest of them looked around awestruck.

“Who needs such a long driveway anyway?” Sarah questioned clearly annoyed by the attention that they were all giving Y/N without even having to meet her.

“Please don’t be weird” Emma pleaded with them when we came to the end of the road and across her huge house. “She is really nice. So, no need to be assholes” They all nodded before Sarah opened the door.

It wasn’t like Harry expected it to be like. He had assumed that the party would be filled with snobby super-rich kids complaining about their lives but to his surprise, there were people from all over, including people from their major.

There was also space to walk, talk and even sit without having to push or shove people around. Harry knew it was one of the perks of having a big ass house.

“Emma! Hey!” A girl smiled at her and began approaching them. She leaned in and hugged her tightly. “I am so glad you made it!”

“Hey! You look great!” Emma smiled widely at her “How’ve you been?”

“Good! How about yourself?” Emma goes on to explain her boy's problems and the issues about the current gossip going around involving her. All while the rest stood back and tried their best to follow. “Oh! These are my friends Harry, Sarah, and Mitch” She introduced them after a few minutes. I looked up and smiled at her still not sure what to make of her. “This is Y/N guys”

Y/N Y/L/N was pretty known around campus. She was an extrovert. She had at least one friend in every class. Y/N would befriend anyone who seemed lonely. She had this resting bitch face which people misinterpreted.

Harry’s eyes scanned her body and face wanting to confirm everything that Mitch had told him. He spoke about her none stop and even stalked her social media and followers.

She had this gorgeous, thick hair that ran down her back and stopped a few inches above her butt. She had doe-eyes that could move crowds. Y/N wore some type of black shirt, with blue jeans and an oversized cardigan. Her hair was pushed back, and she wore a shiny necklace that stole everyone’s attention. It had been a gift from her grandfather. It held a special place in her heart. She has never taken it off ever since it was gifted to her.

“Hi, guys, nice to meet you” Her voice was even appealing — Harry thought. She shook all of their hands, and she shook Harry’s hand last.

Y/N had never before interacted with him. She had seen him around campus with Emma yet she had never had a conversation with him. Let alone notice his natural beauty. She instantly found him attractive. He wore a simple black hoodie, beige jeans, and vans. His hair was stunning and his face structure reminded her of the carved statues in the museum.

Harry licked his lips and looked away. He felt intimidated by her glaze. His mouth was suddenly too dry and he needed a drink.

“Please help yourself in the kitchen and enjoy yourselves. Let me know if you need anything else” Y/N insisted just before she disappeared in the wave of people.

“What the fuck was that?” Mitch gasped for air, seconds after she left. “Did you see that ass?” Harry chuckled and shook his head at him. “Isn’t she stunning?”

“Yes, Mitch” Harry muttered. Mitch dragged him towards the kitchen in search of some drinks and snacks. “And you wonder why you are still single”. Harry said to him.

Mitch chuckled and continued to pour vodka into three red cups.

“That kind of girl only dates guys with trust funds,” Sarah remarked reaching out for a cup. “And you two don’t qualify”.

“Somebody’s cranky” Mitch poked her on her side. It was clear that Sarah wasn’t too happy. She knew it was silly, yet she couldn’t explain the feeling that bubbled within her. She was pretty but her confidence made her uncomfortable.

“Somebody needs to shut the fuck up” She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms across her chest.

“Now what?” Harry walked behind them as she exited the kitchen.

“Now we look around the house and try to guess how much everything is worth” Mitch winked, there were two huge glass doors that gave out to the backyard. They were open, expanding the length of the living room. People stood out around a small fire pit. Green grass extended and covered all of the property, ending by the wooden dock over the lake. “She has a fucking boat. Unbelievable” Mitch gasped under his breath.

“It’s my father’s” Her voice startled them as she walked up to them from behind. She barely used it anymore because the weather was starting to get cooler “It’s useful during the summer” Y/N would use it as a car and would drive to her other friends’ docks. “What’s your major?” she finally asked.

“Biology” Harry responded, “Mitch’s is engineering, and Sarah is in economics”.

Y/N leaned against the back of the couch, looking for some support for her back. She had been spending too much time hunched over the books in the library.

“That explains why I rarely see you on campus” Harry was studying biology with the intention of entering medical school. He had even already presented all the standardized exams to enter. He was just waiting for the results. Meanwhile, Mitch was staying in Chicago and Sarah was looking at job opportunities on the east coast.

“Y/N” a guy roughly around their age, walked up to them. His name was Brian and was pretty known around campus. His friends and he studied economics with Sarah. She tried her best to ignore him most days. She sat in front of him and detested the way he talked with superiority to others. Brian wrapped his arms around Y/N as he owned her. Like she was his and the world needed to know.

The gesture generated a small spark of jealousy within Harry.

“Hey. I am glad you made it” She slowly and gently tore off him. Y/N felt uncomfortable and so she took a step backward, trying to gain some distance between them.

“I bought more drinks. The boys are taking them into the kitchen”. Sarah rolled her eyes at the mention of the ‘boys’. She felt like she was back in high school when the popular kids were in this one group that was untouchable and desired by many. “Sorry and who are you?”

“These are my friends” Y/N warmly smiled.

“Right,” he nodded as he stared down at them. “Sarah! I didn’t know you came to these types of things”. She faked smiled back yet held back from insulting him. Brian would really get on her nerves.

“Go get yourself a drink” Y/N suggested, embarrassed of him.

Harry paid no attention to him. He was too invested in holding stares with Y/N.

“Will I get to speak to you later?” Brian looked down at her with a hard state, “Alone” he added. Y/N nodded slightly earning a soft stroke on the side of her face before he left them.

“Sorry about that. Brian plays hockey and his father is the owner of this amusement park corporation, and he thinks he is the big shit” They laughed but Harry could tell that she was still bothered by his attitude.

The party picked up after a few hours. Everyone was spilling drinks and the floor had gotten to that point where it was sticky, but people were having fun. Harry sat on the kitchen floor because all of the couches were occupied by horny couples. He was tired from all the dancing that Sarah and Emma had forced him into.

“Tired?”

“A- a bit” he stuttered surprised to see Y/N sitting beside him. “Y-you?”

“Very much” She admitted. She lived in an apartment in the city that her parents had bought for her during her freshman year. It was a small studio apartment. It was her haven which is why she never threw parties there. That and the fact that it was too small. Therefore, she had driven just like everyone else.

“Aren’t you worried they are trashing the place?” He was curious as to why she wasn’t kicking everyone out of the house, and she was so relaxed.

“They are having fun” Y/N watched Sarah and Mitch holding each other’s hand and spinning around in her living room and hysterically laughing at one another. “That’s what matters. Plus, it’s my parent's house” she shrugged.

“Aren’t they going to kill you?” Y/N’s parents were a touchy subject for her. She isn’t tensed up and quieted down. Harry instantly noticed that his comment had made her uncomfortable.

“They don’t really care” The psychology student confessed. She was surprised by herself. Y/N never spoke about them. She had a difficult relationship with them.

“I- I understand the feeling” He smiled at her weakly. And so, they allowed the comfortable silence to engulf them.

A few hours later, Mitch was drunk and so was Emma. Most people had already left. It was mostly them and three other friends of Y/N’s.

“I guess we should get going” Harry rose to his feet, pulling Mitch up too.

“Would you like some help?” She asked as she pulled Mitch’s other arm over her shoulder. They quietly dragged him out of the house and sat him on the steps leading up to the main entrance.

“Why don’t you go get the car and I’ll buzz you in, so you don’t have to drag him all the way down the street” She suggested. Harry remained quiet and ran out for the car. Meanwhile, Y/N woke up Sarah who had passed out on the couch in the living room.

Harry pulled up and unlocked the car doors so moving/ carrying Mitch was easier. Sarah got in the car by herself. Meanwhile, Harry and Y/N helped Mitch sit upright on the seat.

“You are so beautiful” Mitch slurred to her as she leaned over him to bucked him in. “Date me” he divulges. Y/N laughed at his drunken state.

“Next time big boy” She kissed his cheek and winked. Mitch threw his head back and passed out with a big smile.

“Oh! forgot about Emma!” Harry exclaimed, he felt Y/N’s hand on his forearm which instantly stopped any movement.

“She can stay here. Let her sleep. My parents aren’t home so the company would be nice” She pointed out. “I’ll drive her tomorrow”.

“O-okay” Harry stuttered then cleared his throat “Thank you for having us” Y/N leaned in and hugged him gently.

“Thank you for coming” She muttered before she pulled away. “I had lots of fun! Drive safe”

Harry smiled at her before getting into the car. He watched her through the rearview mirror as she waved. He found himself perplexed by her kindness, her beauty, her eyes, and her simplicity. It was too bad that they belonged to different worlds — he pondered.

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delusionalnerdt · 3 months

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29/02. Leap day. Last day of February.

So many things happened in this month that i felt like living several months squeezed into one.

February treated me right as always, considering it's my birth month. My most favorite thing about February is my birthday and the pretty evenings which literally screams love. Let me mention the significant things that had happened in the past 29 days

Biochemistry FA; which I did kinda well but I'm still not satisfied with my performance.

Physiology FA; I did well and very much satisfied with the performance.

Anatomy PCT of lower limb; neither did well or I'm satisfied with the performance. Could have done much better, could have actually slayed but whatever.

Got a "Good" in a reflective writing by a teacher who is kinda the hardest to impress.

Could not really follow the schedule I made still made progress in my academics.

I'm done with 80% Hiragana. I paused my Japanese learning again because of my academic load.

Plans for March

I have my internals from 13th to 23rd. So, the entire march except last few days will be all about preparing for Internals and sitting for the tests. After the test, I'll be taking a break, resume learning japanese and read a book. I'm literally being *reading book* deprived.

📷 : February evenings, me duh, histology slide

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faela404 · 1 year

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☆ The Library ☆

kazuha x gn! reader

prompt: - you and kazuha attend the same university, him being a english lit major and you being a person in stem😎 your paths never crossed until that day in the library…

*this is an smau so please do expect a lot of twitter posts and messages to read, there will be proper writing too but, it will mostly be that!!*

warning! mentions of a fight, swearing

masterlist - prev | next

☆ let the fight begin ☆

“you made it!” his cheery voice echoed across the small hall.

“of course we did, childe! we wouldn’t have missed this for the world, right y/n?” ganyu smiled at me, god her smile’s so pretty

i nodded towards her before quickly wishing childe good luck as he was dragged away by his coach. i’m honestly a bit afraid for him, i know childe is a good and very capable fighter but, it would still hurt so much to see him getting hurt in anyway.

guided by ganyu, hu tao and i found our seats as more people began piling in. the crowd soon consisted of friends and some family of the boxers, curious students from our university and even a few of the professors turned up.

the seats next to me sadly weren’t empty so i couldn’t stretch out like i wanted too. however, it quickly became clear to me who was sitting in those seats.

those tuffs of black and teal hair made it undeniably obvious; xiao. he was an IT major known for being extremely quiet and almost quite rude, though frankly being friends with scaramouche makes it hard to find anyone else rude. he was scrolling through his phone when we sat down, the seats next to him were empty though from the looks of it people were going to be sitting there. bags, coats and all kinds of winter wear were lined up neatly infront of each seat. now i like to keep warm sure, but i highly doubt all of those belonged to just xiao.

my thoughts were cut short when a loud voice began booming about all the different kinds of slushies they had. the twins had arrived, along with 3 other people i couldn’t quite make out. aether continued to enthuse about these wonderous slushies as the 5 new people began shuffling in next to xiao.

finally, i could begin to make out all of their faces.

aether and lumine were the first i saw, and they were the only ones not currently trying to get to their seats, i assume they’re sitting at the end of the row. lucky bastards. next was gorou, a humanities major with beautiful ginger and white hair, it’s clear he takes a lot of pride in the way his hair looks. finally, 2 final boys squeezed in, one next to gorou, who i quickly figured out was albedo, the nice biochemistry major who offer a lot of tutoring sessions in subjects he doesnt even take. he so smart it’s actually kind of crazy, almost unhuman like. then there was one next to xiao.

holy shit, that’s kazuha.

i really didn’t think he’d like something like boxing-

though in all fairness i’m only here for childe, so perhaps he’s the same.

or he loves watching people fight, who knows.

my attention was swiftly snapped from the pretty blonde when the first round was announced.

tartaglia vs. osial

round 1

…of 10

and then the winner fights someone else.

this is gonna be long.

finally, after 5 rounds (all won by childe), a break was given for the fighters. im pretty sure that doesn’t tend to happen in boxing but, because they’re both only uni students, it has to be given.

ganyu and hu tao, quickly excused themselves to the bathroom, though if i’m being honest i’m almost completely certain that hu tao’s only going because lumine went a few seconds ago.

i pulled out my phone and began mindlessly scrolling through twitter and instagram as the people around me began shuffling around. they probably need the bathroom or a drink.

however, i didnt notice how only the majority left.

it took his words for me to realise.

“and then there were two” he mumbled so lightly i hardly even heard him. i turned towards the sound of his voice only to find that indeed all of kazuha’s friends had left aside from him.

there was only kazuha and i left on this row.

“oh- hey, sorry i didn’t realise” i chuckled lightly

oh theres that melodic laugh of his again, “it’s alright” he shuffled into xiao’s seat next to me “are you here for childe too?”

“hm? oh yeah i am, are you? i didn’t realise childe are you were friends” i smiled lightly at him as i placed my phone back down, i don’t want to seem rude damn.

“ahh yeah, i’ve known him for quite a while now. though we don’t get to talk as much as usual”

i frown slightly “oh, why’s that?”

my eyes widen a fraction, oh shit. shit. shit! i can’t ask things like that! what if it’s private? or embarrassing for him? or for childe? god he’d kill me if i embarrassed one of his other friends or worse, childe himself-

before i could freak myself out even more, kazuha smiled and responded “we both just got quite busy, but i do enjoy these times when i can see him”

god he’s so sweet. his voice is just undeniably soothing, i swear every worry i had prior just floated away.

that calmness was quickly eradicated.

the screeching of the whistle ruined it.

the sixth round was beginning.

our friends quickly began appearing again, but kazuha didn’t make an effort to move. even when xiao returned, he just lightly smiled to him and turned back to the match.

xiao didn’t seem too bothered, well he never really does, as he swiftly sat down in kazuha’s seat.

the fight was long but, atleast i had someone to talk too. while, my friends were next to me they were way too engrossed in the match to want to talk even a little bit, but kazuha just randomly began whispering things about the match to me. things that were going wrong, excitement over childe landing a good punch, laughing at all the silly faces that each fighter made after getting punched.

he’s actually quite entertaining, quite funny.

maybe we could actually be decent friends.

atleast, then i wont have to be alone in the library right?

a/n - omggggg this took way too long for me to write lol, im quite literally the ruler of procrastination😎 but, here ya’ll have it! chapter 4!! i hope ya’ll enjoy it! i think i say this every time but i really do mean it, i appreciate all of ya’ll’s continued support of this series! and thank you all so much for getting me to 100 followers!!🫶🫶

(i literally threw up and had my cat pull the christmas tree in my room down onto my other cat while writing this-

they’re both fine dw but good god a lot happened while trying to write this PFFT-)

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Hi Sonny ! I just read all the post I could find on your Prime Leo Au (though I'm not sure I found everything... I don't know if you ever explained why Kraang Prime needed an Host in the first place). And it gave me thoughts !

First about why Kraang Prime wouldn't want Donnie as an Host despite his smart (yes I know we're well past that but bear with me please ?), there's also that Donnie's knowledge and smarts is primarily on machinery, engineering and programing. But considering that Kraangs rely much more on biological means for their technology, that really wouldn't match well. And since I'm a fan of the Medic Leo headcanon, I also headcanon as interested and good at anatomy, biology and biochemistry. So even there he's a better fit for Kraang Prime that Donnie.

Second, remember that 4 (?) pages comic where we see Prime completely possessing Leo and explaining that Leo can't hear them coz in a dream world etc. It made me thought, what if Raph tried to mind meld Leo right then and there in an attempt to reach out to him. Except it doesn't reach Leo of course coz he's in too deep but it does reach Kraang Prime who's in front... And what if Kraang Prime decided to let it happen ? So Raph just mind meld with it for a few seconds ? Wouldn't that be fuck up or what ? (oh and Prime would be a bastard about it too commenting things like "oh~ it tingle", "You wish to enter right ? Very well I'll allow it")

Ans I know this one won't happen officially in the story (coz if so they would realize Leo's touch aversion wayyyy before Leo himself told them) but if the Fam does enter Leo's Dream World, imagine if Prime, that sick bastard, go "visit" Leo at the same time. I already had that idea as soon as I read about the Dream World but it got back full force when I read how Prime was really "touchy" with Leo, making him uncomfortable. There isn't 1 person in this massive family that wouldn't snap seeing this and I would be here for it.

(In fact, if you're still taking art suggestion, I think that it would be very cool if you could draw the moment where Kraang Prime is there "greeting" the Bros in the Dream World while having his hands on a Leo that is frozen in discomfort while the Bros are also frozen but in shock and stupor because they are still processing what they are seeing. Only if you want of course 👉👈 👀)

another long folks strap in!!

also hii @louve-garoue !!

1.) the answer on why Prime needs a Host: it's honestly easier commanding armies when you have a physical body to help you do that, yknow??

2.) yep! when there's an entire race of aliens who's tech is biorganical, it makes sense taking control of someone who knows how the body works in every aspect. also, to Prime, Donnie is just a smarter than everage baby sooooo

3.) shoot! i legit forgot about mind melding when i made that!! but i'm gonna have to disagree with you; the mind meld trick wouldn't reach Leo at all, and Prime isn't going to let anyone in to try and talk to Leo and help break him out. they'd be a huge dick to Raph about that and flaunt it ("awww, our former brute can't reach the Host~, how...tragic")

4.) ooooooooooo, that's gooood!!! it won't happen in the story "canon"-wise like you said, but it is still a good prompt (maybe i'll write it one day, who knows..). Prime just....forcibly and creepily touching Leo while the fam watches and they can't do anything about it and it pisses them off something good is just *chef's kiss*

for the drawing request, here's Prime playing with Leo's mask tails (pretend that they're looking at the fam while they do this, it was three in the morning when i finished and i straight up conked out)

#i really really REALLY love the idea of the fam going into leo's mind the same way they did splinter's #and seeing just what kind of abuse prime is giving their brother #if it wasn't for the fact that prime has full and total control of leo's mind and the fake fam members that are basically walking tanks #they'd killed prime and chopped them into tiny pieces #(it would've killed leo in the process too but sssshhhhh they don't know that ssshhhhh)#also a small redesign of prime!! made them taller than leo and with a tail bc tails fuck. end of discussion #rottmmt #tmnt #sonny answers #my art #sonny draws #prime leo au

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writerfarzanatutul · 1 month

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Interview of a real Niqabi ( Is Niqab an oppression?)

From the bustling streets of Bangladesh emerges Afraha, a woman whose life weaves together resilience, self-discovery, and unwavering faith. Her story is one of unexpected turns and profound realizations, taking us on a journey beneath the veil to uncover the depths of her transformation.Afraha, like any ordinary girl, with once-harbored dreams of becoming an influencer, initially held no particular connection to the enigmatic world of niqabs or abayas. However, a twist of fate led her to an unexpected decision – to embrace the very symbol that is often misconstrued as oppression.

Interviewer: Assalamu alaikum, Afraha. To begin, could you kindly introduce yourself to our readers?

Afraha:

Wa alaikum assalam! Certainly! I'm a young woman who just turned 21. Currently, I'm pursuing my studies at North South University in the Department of Microbiology and Biochemistry. Interestingly, during my college days at Milestone College, I never envisioned myself wearing a hijab, let alone an abaya and niqab! But as they say, look at me now, alhamdulillah, Alhamdulillah!

Interviewer: What inspired you to wear the niqab?

- Afraha:

Of course, the reward in Akhirah was a significant motivator. Seeing other women around me wearing niqab made me think, If they can do it, so can I.

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Assalamu alaykum [Peace be with you],

I'm reaching out to connect with Muslimah who have recently chosen to embrace Niqab or have embarked on a personal journey to strengthen their faith.

I'm working on a project to share inspiring stories of women who have transformed their lives for the sake of Allah (SWT) [Subhanahu wa ta'ala - Exalted is He]. These stories can serve as a source of encouragement and inspiration for others on their own faith journeys.

If you've recently adopted Niqab or have a story about strengthening your faith, I'd be honored to interview you. Our conversation could be featured in [mention the platform where you'll share the stories, e.g., a website, podcast, etc.].

Together, by sharing these experiences, we can uplift and inspire the Ummah [Muslim community], InshaAllah [God willing].

Please feel free to send me a private message if you're interested in participating.

JazakAllahu Khairan [May Allah reward you with goodness],

Farzana Tutul )

#muslim #islam #niqab #niqabi #veiled muslimah #purdah #interview #islamic #muslim ummah #muslimah #veiled woman #islamicpost #islamicreminders #deenoverdunya

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suekreandtheidiots · 2 months

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Wee introduction post!

SO. Let's go.

I'm starting this blog with a little overview of the OCs who are most present in my head these days. I (more or less) recently drew a shiny line up that I still like, after all, so why not use it?

I tried to get their heights somewhat right, give or take a few inches... I'll put their heights into the descriptions, too, though, for anyone (like me) who cares about these details. :)

Avery Constance St. James (*April 1st 1995 in New York City, USA; 5'2 ft / 1,57 m): a small but fierce pharmacist who lost her heart to an irresistably lively Irishman in 2022 (who refused to give it back), and who now juggles being a loving mama and thriving in her usual chaos.

Daryl Louis McKenna (*February 6th 1993 in Galway, Ireland; 5'9 ft / 1,75 m): rockstar scientist (biochemistry) and former drug abusing idiot who recently got engaged to Avery - a special lady he just happened to find when he wasn't looking, and who unexpectedly found his greatest joy in fatherhood.

Dexter Linus St. James (*August 11th 2023, in New York City, USA): a tiny Irish-American hybrid - the son of Daryl and Avery. Named after Dexter from Dexter's Laboratory and Linus Pauling.

Orla Deirdre O'Connell (*October 28th 1992 in Galway, Ireland; 5'9 ft / 1,75 m): an eccentric tattoo artist who appreciates the most beautiful things in life and who believes in love and classic romance like no other. Grew up with three brothers - Malachy (*1980-2006), Kieran (*1985) and her twin Declan, and thus handles life like a lady, but never without the appropriate dash of assertiveness.

Michael Theodore "Mick" O'Loughlin (*December 22nd 1992 in Aberdeen, Scotland; 6'5 ft / 1,96 m): a tall and elvenlike fella who stems from an ancient bloodline of highly fascinating individuals and who may have a supernatural streak to him. Motor mechanic in everyday life and a curious and whimsical guy overall, with soulful green eyes that effortlessly see behind the things others would not even dare to question.

Alistair Lachlan "Ali/Al" Abbott (*May 28th 1993 in Aberdeen, Scotland; 6'4 ft / 1,93 m): an eccentric weirdo, very charming and always a little clueless, with a heart of gold. A former rising football star who had to give up that particular dream to an unfortunate injury, and a surprise teenage dad who loves his friends and longs to meet the love of his life; who waits tables in a restaurant by day and woos ladies - who are willing to pay for his services - by night.

Lancelot Malcolm "Lance" Abbott (*July 27th 1988 in Aberdeen, Scotland; 5'4 ft / 1,63 m): a true force of nature, a capable internist, strong-willed and assertive (some would say stubborn) confident and outspoken, sometimes on the brink of being plain rude. An intelligent and complex person who may be a pain in the arse at times, but who knows what is right and important in life... such as suppressing some long lasting issues, ah, haha, oh well.

Maisie Rose Boyd (*June 11th 2011 in Aberdeen, Scotland; 5'0 ft / 1,52 m): the surprise love child of teenage parents Ali Abbott and Nessa Boyd, who is growing into a sweet and caring young lady these days.

Vanessa Christine "Nessa/Ness" Boyd (*January 14th 1993 in Aberdeen, Scotland; 5'2 ft / 1,57 m): a young and smart psychology graduate who is eager to finally start her career that she had to postpone due to becoming a mother at only eighteen. Gentle and kind, but also very straightforward, never taking crap from anyone and showing bluntness in just the right moments.

Caroline Miriam "Carrie" Anderson (*August 2nd 1987 in Aberdeen, Scotland; 5'4 ft / 1,63 m): a somewhat restless soul, always looking for something while never quite knowing what that something is. One hell of a doctor. Caring, not making any differences between people,and eager to look behind a facade... and entertaining the thought of running her own practice soon!

Dallas Ariston Gray (*October 22nd 1987 in Glasgow, Scotland; 6'4 ft / 1,93 m): a half-Greek, hunkalicious metal lord with a voice from both heaven and hell, a primary school teacher, musician and not quite your average nice guy from next door - the unhingedness may be subtle, but it's so, so there.

Fiona Annabel "Fi" Christie (*March 4th 1994 in Aberdeen, Scotland; 6'0 ft / 1,82 m): a truly delightful creature with many talents, drawing people in with her... everything. A hairdresser and make up artist, a dancer (classic ballet, jazz, as well as adult entertainment) and a gentle soul. Her optimism may make her look naive at times, but

Jean Melissa "Melissa" Carter (*June 1st 1985 in Calgary, Canada; 6'3 ft / 1,90 m): a creative director at a local ad agency... who clicks on suspicious links in spam mails and who forgets to check whether she has enough gas before she drives distances… and strands in the middle of nowhere. May seem scatterbrained but is incredibly loveable and the apple of the eye of her wife, Donna.

Donna Yvaine Christie (*January 3rd 1985 in Aberdeen, Scotland; 5'9 ft / 1,74 m): older and slightly (read as: not so slightly) overbearing sister of Fiona. Has her heart at the right spot but is also used to success and getting what she wants, which makes her a little insensitive and even tactless at times; still often fails to understand that "not doing things her way" isn’t necessarily the same as "doing things the wrong way".

Graeme "Sully" Sullivan (*September 7th 1986 in Perth, Scotland; 5'11 ft /1,80 m): an incredibly creative person all around who has known his goal pretty early in life - making the world a brighter, more colourful place! Owner of a tattoo studio in town - "The Den Of Tallulah Banks" - which isn’t just a tattoo studio, but also a place where creatives can get together and local artists from town can exhibit their works without paying annoying fees.

Hallie Henderson (*April 2nd 1988 in Aberdeen, Scotland; 5'7 ft / 1,70 m): a music journalist, writing for the popular UK/Ireland based magazine "Grot Spot". Interested in pretty much anything, believes in people. Very gentle and caring... and just a little bit weird. Loves life but doesn't close her eyes to the crappy aspects of it. A realistic optimist who is far from naive but maybe a bit too forgiving sometimes.

Jett Jones (*January 15th 1984, in Newcastle Upon Tyne, England; 6'2 ft / 1,87 m): Hallie's friend and fellow Grot Spot writer. A Geordie beauty who never met her real parents but couldn't care less, as the lovely Joneses raised her well. Outspoken and blunt, appears to be afraid of nothing. Never refills the office coffee pot and would most likely survive a zombie apocalypse. Treasures her heart and shares her real name with hardly anybody.

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And, as a bonus...

1984

Craig Diarmid Abbott (*October 8th 1962 in Liverpool, England | † June 2006 in Aberdeen, Scotland; 6'4 ft / 1,92 m)

Sofia Elena Jacinta Abbott, nee Thomson (*February 11th 1956 in Mexico City, Mexico; 5'8 ft / 1,73 m)

... parents of Lance and Ali, who have their own story back in the eighties!

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wanderingwriter87 · 1 year

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you know, i've always struggled with the idea that garak intentionally sent julian to tain for his help in the wire - i don't know if that's the intentional read or not, because the clear doylist explanation (to me) is that just having garak mention him and where he lives is the easiest way to establish how julian could possibly get that information. but in a watsonian sense - why would garak tell him that? because he wants julian to get the medical files he needs to save his life? that's never felt entirely right to me.

the wording in the episode is kind of vague, but it sounds as though julian just needs generic "information about cardassian biochemistry" - he chooses to go and get it from tain (who even lampshades how odd it is to ask him for that - it's like going to the head of the CIA and asking for all the files he's got on human brain anatomy or whatever - sure he could get it, but why are you asking him?) this is early on, when the federation's relationship with cardassia was still cautiously cordial, so he probably could have gotten the information he needed by skyping any doctor or hospital on prime by saying he had a cardassian patient with degenerating leukocytes. (side note - it's possible that the implant had some kind of unique properties that julian needs to know about - that's never explicitly stated though, and the issue is with the damage it's done to garak's brain - from the way julian describes it to jabara, it is pretty clear that he understands the nature of the problem and how to treat it, but he can't synthesize the leukocytes he needs without cardassian medical data to work from. he may want schematics on the implant etc but i don't think he needs them.)

obviously there are doylist story reasons it has to be tain, and in universe julian clearly wants to confront this man and hold him to account. but does garak know that? would he be okay with it if he did? what was his intention in giving julian this information?

usually i just say that his brain was melting and leave it at that. but he's relatively stable when he mentions that tain is on arawath, and it's also the time he drops the "sons of tain" thing which i believe was definitely intentional. so i gotta reckon with it at some point.

so let's say it's intentional. what did he want julian to do? he's refused to turn the implant back on, and he may think julian isn't going to be able to devise a treatment in time even if he gets the medical files that he needs. i think he tells julian where to find tain, not to save his life, but because he believes he is dying.

i think there's a few different potential implications there, and all of them are more interesting to me than the desperation and fear of a dying man who wants to be saved. not that the standard take is a bad one, i just....ougghhhh something about the heartbreaking intimacy of trusting someone to...what, bring the news back? is that all, or is he indulging in some private fantasy that julian would try to avenge him? (not to hurt tain, of course, at least not physically, not that he is capable - at this point garak probably still believes tain is smarter than julian, whoopsie daisy.) i don't know!!!!! but im sure thinking about it

#long post #garak meta #garashir meta

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fiapartridge · 11 months

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Have will and daisy ever gotten into a big argument? If so what about and how did it go down??

yes 10000% -> their biggest fight was about will moving to california after his second year at bc to play for the sharks

Daisy was pacing around Will's room while Will sat on his bed, his elbows on his knees, trying to make sense of what was happening.

"I can't just go with you, Will!" Daisy was furious. She couldn't believe that he was expecting her to drop everything and move to California with him. Will knew it was bad when she used his first name instead of calling him "baby" like she usually did. "My whole life is here."

"Yeah, but just think about it," Will said, adjusting his position on the edge of the bed. "You have three more years here, Dais. I'll be on the other side of the country! I can't go three years without you!"

Daisy shook her head. "What, and you think I can? It kills me knowing that you'll be so far away for so long. Believe me, I want to be with you - I hate being away from you--"

"So why won't you come with me?"

"Because I won't follow a boy around the country!" she shouted, tears stinging her eyes. "Do you ever wonder why I came to BC? Because it wasn't for you, and it wasn't for Gabe, and it wasn't for anyone else. It was because I wanted to be here for me. I'm sorry, but I'm not going to throw my whole life away just to follow you around like a dog - I won't do it."

Will ran his hand down his face, frustration laced in every inch of him. “There are perfectly good schools in California - you don’t have to give up anything.”

“You’re not listening, Will!” she shook her head as she spoke quieter. “I want to be here. I don’t care if UC Berkeley or any other college has the best biochemistry program in the world - I want to be at BC. I worked so hard to be here. I’m not throwing all of that away.”

He loved Daisy so much, but he wasn't sure he could do long distance - not because it would be hard to be away from her, he knew they would end up FaceTiming every day for as long as they could, and they would both visit each other at least once a month, but he was scared that she would find someone else, someone better, someone who wouldn't abandon her. He didn’t want to lose Daisy, but he was going to lose her if he didn’t let her stay too. He didn’t know what to do.

“So then what are we doing, Dais?” Will asked, tiredness evident in his voice. He couldn’t fathom not being with her.

She exhaled, shrugging her shoulders. “I don’t know. I think… I think we just need a breather, okay? I’ll call you later,” with that, she grabbed her purse and walked out.

And Will let her.

His roommates immediately stormed into his room after listening in on the conversation from the living room. Sure, eavesdropping was bad, but that wasn’t just Will's girlfriend. She was also their best friend. They hated when she was sad - especially Gabe. He was protective of his younger sister. He knew she had the biggest heart, and to him, it sounded like it was breaking.

"What are you doing, man?" Ryan asked, staring at Will who had his head in his hands as he sat on the bed, replaying the conversation over and over in his mind. And it wasn't just Daisy he was leaving. He was leaving his friends, his family, his teammates. It all just felt like too much. He was overwhelmed, and to make matters worse, Daisy was beyond mad at him. He couldn't take it.

"I don’t know what I’m doing. I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing."

"You gotta understand, man, she can't just throw her whole life away for you."

Will nodded. "I know, and I don't want her to. But what am I gonna do without her?"

"You do what you came there to do, dumbass," Gabe added. "You talk to her every second you get, and you play hockey. What, would you rather not have her at all? Because that’s gonna be the case if you keep doing this shit. This is her life we're talking about. This isn't just about you."

Will never really thought about that: the possibility of not having Daisy in his life. It was like living without air to breathe - impossible. And then, he knew he fucked up immensely. It was like a light switched in his brain as he quickly ditched his pity party and ran after Daisy, hoping she hadn't gone too far during the time he was talking to his roommates.

He knew she walked back because she could only get rid of her anger by walking it off and ranting to herself. But she couldn't have gotten that far, right?

Will burst through the front door and took off in the direction he knew Daisy went to get back home. He couldn't stop thinking about how terribly he messed things up. Of course she couldn't follow him across the country. Everything was here for her.

When he caught sight of her down the block, he sprinted as fast as he could to her, finally catching up with the girl.

"I'm sorry!" Will blurted. He watched Daisy stop in her tracks, slowly turn around, and greet him with the saddest face in facial expression history. He couldn't believe he was the one who caused that. He walked closer, watching as she didn't make a single move. She simply stood there, ready to listen. "I shouldn't have expected you to come with me - it was way too much to ask of you. I know your whole entire life is here, and I guess I just… I guess I was just scared that you were going to leave me for someone better, someone who wasn't across the fucking country. It was selfish, and I'm sorry, and I want this to work. I want to be with you - no matter what."

Daisy wiped her mascara-stained cheeks, finally looking Will in the eyes. "I love you," she shook her head. "And I would never do that to you. I would never leave you," she said, the tears rushing back. "We can FaceTime every night, and I'll tell you how my day went, and I'll text you almost every hour, and you'll be so annoyed with me, but I won't care because I need to talk to you every second of the day, and we can visit each other every month - I don't even care if it's just me traveling to you every time, I just want to see you," she choked out a laugh - one of her wonderful, perfect laughs. "I'm not giving up on us."

For the first time in what seemed like forever, Will smiled. "I'm never giving up on us.”

"Good, because I wasn't gonna give you a choice. You're with me whether you want to be or not," she laughed despite her tears.

"Well, then it's good that I want nothing more than to be with you, huh?"

#perreault!sister x will smith

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