#“Yeah i probably know what a private school uniform looks like”

[ssa-marlin]

the chokehold the @themetaphorgirl s fic has on my is insane.

I am now a full time alex blake fan

#“Yeah i probably know what a private school uniform looks like” #criminal minds #umn #thatmetephorgirl #patron saint of lost causes

[silencesscreams]

high infidelity

peter parker x f!reader

you know there’s many different ways that you can kill the one you love, the slowest way is never loving them enough.

warnings: college!, cheating?, toxic relationships, drinking, kissing, making out, SMUT, dirty talk, a bit of degradation, teeny tiny bit of angst, choking, oral ( f. receiving), no use of protection (please be careful and use protection irl), nicknames like princess or baby, cuddles, aftercare??

an: this happens after the whole nwh incident, so they are both 18+ AND I ABSOLUTELY LOVE COLLEGE! + PETER

it was 6 in the morning, you were brushing your teeth as your phone started to ring.

‘chris <3’ was written on the screen, along with a picture of him sticking his tongue out, that goddamn photo, it mocked you. you eyed your phone for a while before picking up, you had a fight last night, you didn’t remember the reason though. probably something you said, you hadn’t been seeing him in person for a few days now, you had been spending the winter break at your grandmothers. going back to uni on that same day you fought. chris studied there too, but he was on another level. he had come from dozens of private schools, uniforms and everything else in the deal, his acceptance was guaranteed on his last name. maybe it all was just a game for him.

“hey, did i wake you up?” he questioned, once you put the phone on speaker.

“hi chris. you didn’t, is everything alright?”

“yeah, just wanted to check in. you haven’t texted me since that talk we had” it wasn’t a talk. it was him screaming on the phone with you, like you had killed his entire family and burnt down his house, when you had just told him you felt sorry about not getting accepted on the internship at the stark industries, and talking about how peter parker, a guy in your hall that had gotten accepted when he was in high school.

“yeah… sorry about what i said, i know how you feel about me being friends with guys and all. and we never even really talked babe, he was just my biochemistry partner last semester.” you apologized, not wanting to discuss this at the time, maybe you’d just let it go. it was no use anyways. the relationship had been falling apart for a while now.

“it alright. just don’t do it again. ‘gonna get breakfast at the diner with lucas and the boys, so ill talk to you later, alright? text you when i get there.”

“sure” you replied as he hung up. maybe you should break up, just rip the band aid off, you know? it was clear that it would happen sooner or later. it was stupid to keep it like that, all the fighting was just idiotic.

when you got to the chemistry lecture, you got to your usual seat, middle row third seat. you spent a few minutes biting the inside of your cheeks while checking your phone from minute to minute. you hated when he did that. you couldn’t quite find a way to finish your relationship and not end up being crucified, you felt in high school again. all the parties, homework, relationship issues. you could feel so impotent around him, like everything you say is wrong and he’ll always know better than you because he went to ivy-

“hey, y/n, right?” you heard a male voice say, turning around to face yourself with peter parker.

“y-yeah. peter?” you replied, looking at him smiling.

“that’s me. is this seat taken? its always nice to be around a familiar face so…” he asked, pointing to the seat on your left, that was occupied by your backpack.

“oh, right, no its not taken!” you answer quickly removing your things from the chair so he can sit down, trying to be as nice as possible. he quickly sat down, eyeing you in awkwardness.

“hear you applied for the stark memorial thing, that’s nice of you!” he smiles, taking out his notebook. “sorry, uhm, i forgot my pencil… so could you maybe…?”

“oh sure! absolutely!” you had gotten lost in your own sea of thoughts smiling at him. ever since you’ve met peter you’ve felt something about him. maybe now your relationship is almost over you could maybe have a shot, you don’t know at what, but you could.

mid presentation, peter slips you a note. something he was afraid to say, but felt the urge.

‘wanna go to a party next week?’

you look at him, right next to you with an intrigued smile.

‘where?’

you write, and quickly give it back to him.

‘john’s, first floor of your dorms building. it’ll be around nine, i can bring you as an extra if you’d like.’ when he gives it back, you immediately feel bad, having to turn him down like this.

‘sorry peter, just remembered i’m going out with my boyfriend that night. its our anniversary, so sorry. would love to go, though!’ you give the note back with an empathetic smile. you can see that he feels a bit embarrassed, you hate it.

for the rest of the lecture he’s absolutely quiet, you can feel him eyeing you, some sort of feeling you couldn’t quite decipher.

as the teacher started to close up, he gave you a piece of paper.

“my number, if you ever need it. feel free to text.” he smiles at you, picking up his bag and leaving. maybe you should text, just maybe.

it was around half past eight when you realized something, your boyfriend wasn’t coming. in fact, he stood you up.

‘fuck you chris. this is it.’

well, you needed to text him something, maybe it was the heat of the moment, or just an impulsive thing. you only realized what you were doing when peter picked up.

“hello?” he said over the phone.

“hi peter, its y/n, is that invite still up?” in the past week, the two of you had been talking a lot, mostly texting. you met up in a starbucks twice to work on homework, but that was mostly it. sure, you’d developed a small crush, but you still had a boyfriend. but maybe that wasn’t the situation anymore.

“y-yeah, can i pick you up? is everything alright?”

“sure. ill be ready in five, see you soon.” you hang up, deciding it is go time, no matter what was going to happen after, this was your shot at it. maybe you could have some fun. he was always fun.

a few minutes later, you were locking you door as he waited for you to go with him.

“hope you didn’t have to cancel with anyone for this, sorry for the mast minute call.” you apologize, putting your keys in your purse.

“oh its fine dont worry, i wasn’t planning on bringin anyone else.” he smiled at you, while walking. you could tell he’d sprayed on some perfume and that his hair was still damp, you found it sweet he put effort in to getting ready for the night out. “what happened to your date with chris?” he questioned, almost puking the words out, he seemed nervous about it.

“oh, hm, i guess i got stood up. sorry, that makes you seem like a second option, but i truly wanted to go so i remembered and i dont want you to-“

“its alright, y/n. i get it, hes an asshole for standing you up like that.” he interrupted your blabbering.

“yeah, i guess he is.”

“what do you want? on me, please!” he says loudly, ao you could hear him through the music, he took a sip out of his beer, staring at you.

“just a shot! i hate the taste of beer, no offense though!”

“nome taken, sweetie.” he looks over your shoulder, and you can see a frown forming on his face. “you wanna go somewhere else? i dont feel like this’ll go well.” he says, his voice a bit lower now.

“what do you mean?” you say, so you turn around and you see him. chris. casually smoking, with a girl by his side and his free hand on her thigh. “seriously? fuck him.” you mutter, looking over at peter.

“no, its fine, dont worry about me.” you smile, the shots are delivered and you quickly take one. the taste of vodka and a bit of lemon going down your throat, burning hot. you can see through glances they have started to make out, he probably didnt notice you yet, so he’d come up with some excuse later.

but peter needed to make sure he did.

“hey, wanna go dance? fuck chris, lets have some fun, alright?” he said, taking you by the hand to the dance floor, with a dozen bodies moving to some song you didnt quite recognize. his breath hitched over your neck as you moved with him, your arms over his neck and your hips swaying to the beat. if you ever had a doubt he was into you, that was quickly offset by the way his eyes roamed your body. focused on every inch of you. god, he loved that dress.

“your boyfriends staring…” he whispered into your ear, nipping at it.

“oh, im sure hes not my boyfriend anymore. besides, we should put on a show for him, shouldn’t we?” you smile at him, turning around and starting to grind against him. you could hear him whisper curses, and you knew you both were in for one hell of a night. you could feel him grow through your dress, eager for more, but tonight, you were having the urge to tease him (more than you already were).

you never did that to piss off chris, you did it because you wanted peter. because peter parker was just perfect for you. maybe that was how you knew this wouldn’t ever be a one time thing. as the music was fading to its end, you turned to him, looking him in the eye.

for a moment there, you got lost in him. you forgot what you were about to say. his eyes had a bit of green in them, you had never realized that, maybe because you should’ve let yourself get lost in him before.

“y/n” he calls, pulling you from your thoughts.

“yeah?” and then you realize. he was staring back, and he was close. god, was he close.

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” you are both quickly interrupted by chris, trying to push peter away from you, but he was faster, dodging him.

“id ask you the same, christian. you bailed on me, what’d you want me to do, huh? stay at the restaurant? waiting patiently for you to finish fucking some other girl, and eating appetizers? because that’s the ideal night! we’re over and you know it, leave me alone.”

“and so you cheat on me with this dick because i bailed on you once? really? fuck you y/n!” he says, screaming at you, his voice was louder than the music.

“i’m cheating on you?! I cheated on YOU? chris, for the past four months you’ve ditched 15 dates, a total of 5 dinners, two breakfast occasions and 8 lunches in the dining hall, honestly, where were you? why couldn’t you just send a fucking text? what? were you just too busy in bed with some other girl? because you sure as hell are missing tons of classes, there’s gotta be an answer right? fuck you chris. just leave me alone.” you scream back, if this was the last time he screamed at you, you sure as hell wouldn’t take it all in. he makes his usual, but more extreme, i want you to die face and walks away, slamming on to you purposefully as he walks.

in a matter of seconds you see peter punching chris, and you’re instantly shocked because you never saw peter as a guy who fights, and you were two times more shocked once you se chris falling to the ground.

god, was peter hot in that moment. he ran his hand through his hair.

“come on, lets get out of here.” he says, his eyes a bit darker now. and you were in, you were in for all of it.

“sorry, i know punching exes is more of a 5th date kind of thing.” he says, hissing as you put his dominant hand in a bucket of ice.

“i’m okay with it.” you said, leaning against the cold tiles of peter’s bathroom wall. after the ‘fight’ you needed to take care of him, and so you decided to kill two birds with one stone, going back to his place.

“just to clarify, i don’t usually get in to fights. ever. but i don’t know, him slamming in to you like that? god, y/n, he’s such an asshole.” peter said looking at the door to his room, seeing it quickly open and close, it was his roommate.

“can i talk to him for like 5 minutes tops?” he asks, his brows furrowed. you nod, smiling at him.

he leaves the bathroom, closing the door after him. you could hear him whisper to his friend.

“please, steven just leave for a few hours just do me a favor, man!”

“who do you have here? please don’t tell me its chris’s girl because he’ll kick your ass” there was a pause. “you are so dead.”

“they broke up, please let me try please!”

“i’ll sleep at carson’s, but i swear to god, if it goes bad for you i’m not covering for your ass.”

“fair enough! thank you thank you thank you!” you giggle at his excitement, so you hike your dress up, and continue sat on the bathroom floor, making sure he could see a glimpse of your underwear once he walked in.

peter was sweet and perfect for you, but you never imagined yourself in that situation, and to be fully honest, you were loving it.

when he walks in to the bathroom again, you try your hardest to not blush because damn it, all he said was “hi” and you’re 3 seconds away from taking off all of your clothes and kissing him.

he sits next to you, eyeing your thighs. he wonders if you were dressed up like that once you called him, or if you had changed to see him. he surely hoped that dress was for him, because he was so jealous of chris in that moment. every day he was jealous of chris, not because he felt inferior, because chris could see you like that. because chris could hear you moan his name. peter never wanted someone so bad in his entire life.

“it was just steven, you remember him right? from biochem?” you nod, staring at him for a while now.

“do you, uhm, need any more ice?” you ask, looking at his red knuckles, trying to focus on something else (which obviously doesn’t work).

“why’d you call me?” he asks abruptly.

“what?”

“why did you call me ?”

“because i could trust you, i guess, i don’t know.” you answer, feeling a bit ashamed.

“why’d you leave him? i mean, after all this time? you knew about all his bullshit didn’t you?”

“peter, once you just appeared back into my life i took it as a sign, i mean, staying with him was killing me. you know him, right? you went to school with him”

“yeah i did, but it just doesn’t make sense to me, what are we? i’m not just someone you can call when your boyfriend’s not around, i’m sorry to be rude but i’m not that guy, y/n, and if that’s what you’re looking for, i don’t want it.” “peter. i want you okay? you’re the only person i want, the only person i’ve wanted for a while now. he never loved me enough, hell, he never loved me. i don’t want him, i want you. please, just believe me in me, please.” you say quickly, trying to get all your feelings out, though they could never be translated to words, he stares at you, wondering what to do next. and so he kisses you.

it starts off as a soft thing, a delicate and sweet kiss. you part your lips, waiting for him to reciprocate. and so it turns into a passionate and messy kiss, your tongues intertwining and you could taste him, you could taste his minty breath. you could taste peter fucking parker. and with that, you don’t waste any time.

your hands drift off to his hair, tugging on it, kissing him desperately. you feel his hands roaming your waist, he starts kissing your neck, nipping at it, whispering onto your skin.

“you have no idea for how long i’ve wanted you, fuck…” he whispers, helping you up and bringing you towards his bed, hands on your ass and not stopping his kisses on your neck, he sits you on bed, his knee aiming towards the inside of your thighs, he takes his shirt off and his jeans had already fell to the carpet, you couldn’t help but smile, he was so pretty.

“i saw what you did there, don’t think i didn’t notice.” he says, referring to the was you looked in the bathroom.

“i have no idea what you’re talking about” you whisper through a moan, as he starts kissing your chest, pulling your dress down and unclipping your bra.

“don’t lie to me, you know better then that…” he says, looking at you with those eyes, he quickly starts sucking onto your left nipple.

while he works on your tits with his mouth, his right hand is headed towards your lace panties, only playing with the hem of it.

“that alright, princess?” you nod a yes in answer. “i wanna hear you say it.” “fuck, yes, its great, peter… please.” you answer in the midst of moans.

“good. do you like this? did you get what you wanted, huh?” he asks, kissing your thighs, everywhere but not where you most needed him, he was teasing you.

“y-yeah, i wanted you so bad, please.” you say, hands trailing off to his hair again, you could feel your panties getting wetter by the second, and he knew that too.

he takes them off slowly, teasing you more and more.

“so wet, all for me, baby?” peter asks, kissing the inside of your thighs, making sure to leave marks.

“ yes, pete, all for you, please…” you nod, desperately, needing him more and more.

“what’d you want, huh? tell me, y/n.” he asks, looking at you with doe eyes, spreading your legs for him to see more. he was loving to see you like this, he needed it again and again every day and it was only just beginning.

“i… i need you to touch me, please, taste me, please” you ask, feeling your face getting hotter, his hands roaming your waist, you can feel your stomach sink with need.

“that was all you needed to say, smart girl” he answers, licking a broad stripe from top to bottom, he tasted all he could. “you’re so pretty honey, so fucking pretty"

peter inserts a finger in, causing you to moan, you could feel his grin over your clit. sucking on to your bud, you couldn’t believe you’d spent all this time without this side of him. as he stretches you out, inserting another finger, you feel as if you touched heaven and came back. you had never felt this way, with anyone. it was him.

“fuck!” you moan as he brings a third finger into the equation, his mouth and hands working together, just for you.

“peter i’m so close please” and just with that, he stops, leaving you empty and eager for more. and just like that he’s on top of you again, kissing you eagerly, making you get a taste of yourself. his dominant hand on your neck, squeezing it softly, just enough.

“you’re so fucking hot” he whispers against your lips, you can feel his grin on your skin as he kisses your neck again, nipping and leaving marks all over. your pussy aching for him, you needed him inside you so so so bad.

“peter” you whisper, trying to get his attention, though he seems very entertained by your neck and how mane hickeys he could leave.

“yeah?” he immediately stops, looking at you, his brows furrowed.

“i need you inside me. i need your dick.” you say, getting more red, his lips swollen and pink, he looks beautiful. his hair messy, you wanted him so bad.

“yeah? you need my dick?” he asks, teasing you, a smirk forming itself on his face.

“please, peter. i need you so much” you say, nodding with your words. he looks at you with his eyes shiny. he takes himself out of his underwear, you’d already seen his bulge but you still were surprised. he starts aligning himself to your hole, tapping his tip on your clit, teasing you.

“so pretty like this, all for me” he says, slowly pushing in, “fuck…” he sighs, you moan trying to adjust to his size. he feels like heaven inside you. he starts thrusting lightly into you.

“harder… please i need you so bad, please, peter.” you say, looking at him over you with doe eyes, a smirk forms on his face, hearing you say those words.

“thats all you needed to say, princess.” he says, slamming into you quickly. You moan out unrecognizable words, a mix of “fuck” with “ohmygod” and “peter”. he was so fucking good, slamming into you, whispering curses, using his free hand to stimulate your clit. you were almost there, reaching your high, as you started to clench around him.

“no, don’t. not yet.” he says firmly, still pounding into you.

“please…” you ask, looking at him with those doe eyes again.

“no.” he answers again. “i want to cum with you.” he slams into you again, harder this time. picking up his pace, when suddenly his right hand is on your neck, squeezing it slightly.

“this okay?” he asks, you nod a yes. he’s pounding into you, you’re loving it. he has the power over you and you have to admit, you’re more turned on now than you ever were in your relationship with chris. you weren’t going to be able to hold back any longer, scratching his back with your nails, leaving marks all over.

“please, peter, i need to cum so bad please!” you beg, he looks at you with green eyes, brows furrowed.

"please princess, please cum for me." he says, his thumb not stopping at your clit, as you’re moving your hip with his. it takes no more than a few seconds until you're reaching your peak and moaning loudly. it's different from anything you've ever felt and you're trembling, moaning into peter's shoulder and leaving little crescent marks on his back from your nails. you could feel him twitch as you clench around him, his cum leaking inside you, carrying you through your high.

“fuck, so good all for me. my little slut.” he whispers while grunting and squeezing your neck more and mora tightly. your mouth forming an ‘O’ shape. God, was he good.

as soon as he finished, he dropped over you, his sweaty body coverings yours. you feel incredibly empty when he pulls out and lays beside you.

“you were so good.” he says, getting himself together and snuggling himself beside you. “i’ll clean you up in a bit, can we just stay like this a little?”

“sure.” you say, smiling, knowing it wouldn’t be a one time thing.

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[sgstories123]

Good Boy Zed

John looked at his watch. It was already past 2 am. The event was supposed to end at 11 pm but these corporate events sometimes can go on longer than expected. As general manager of the hotel, in such a scenario, he would have to get the client to end the event without getting them upset. It was a delicate task especially when most of the people would be drunk and irrational at this late stage of the event. But if he did not do this, the hotel would have to foot the additional cost including paying for all the temp workers who are waiting for the event to clean up.

It was not too bad today, he thought to himself. The person in charge was still sober and apologetic. He managed to end the event and obtained some additional compensation for the hotel. He looked around at the group of temporary workers who were now clearing up the room. All five of them looked young. They were most probably tertiary students working part-time during the vacation break. He recognised one of them, Zed, a young man studying hospitality in one of the private schools. He had chatted with him a couple of times as he had worked for the hotel as a part-timer for quite some time. He had expressed an interest to work in the hotel when he graduated.

But he was more interested in the girl next to him. She was petite, maybe about 1.5 metres tall. She had a innocent and cute face, with large eyes framed by thick, black lashes. She looked like a Japanese school girl. At that moment, the girl giggled at something that Zed was sharing. Zed parted her hair lovingly and the girl looked down in embarrassment. Gosh, John thought to himself. How nice to be young again.

At 50, John knew what it was to grow old. His paunch has been growing every year and he finds it more and more difficult to climb the flight of steps to his second-floor office in the hotel. He had also been taking Viagra for a couple of years as he could no longer perform.

The other three workers, two boys and a girl, seemed to be friendly with Zed as well. While they were working, they were talking and laughing with each other. John was pleased. He did not like it when the temp workers complain about the longer hours. He wanted to reward them for their hard work and positive attitude, knowing that at this time of the night, the additional compensation will not be sufficient for their cab fare home.

“Mr John, Sir! We are almost done. Can I get the keys from you to lock up the stores?” Zed asked.

“Sure.” John responded. “By the way, Zed. Are all of them your friends?”

“Yeah. We are in the same school. I introduced them to your hotel as temp workers.” Zed replied.

“Is that pretty girl your girlfriend? I saw you too behaving quite intimately.” John asked.

“Not really. I thought Nicole was quite chio so we talk a little bit more lor.” Zed laughed.

John was pleased to hear that. “Do you live far from here? Tell you what. I can get you a room for all of you and you can sleep there till morning. There is some wine left over from the event which the client did not want to take back. You can have it as well if you want.”

“Oh my God! Really! Thanks, Mr John, Sir! I will tell the rest.” Zed was clearly thrilled. John was happy that he managed to do something nice.

A short while later, John had led the five of them into a quad room with two queen-sized beds. They also brought up with them several bottles of wine and a small plate of sandwiches also leftovers from the event. John joined them as the group of them joked and ate a late supper. But John was not paying attention to the jokes. He was looking at Nicole at every opportunity. Now out other hotel uniform, Nicole looked even more like a school girl. She had on a white t-shirt and a short denim skirt with a cute, yellow flower at the side. Something a small girl will wear. John could feel his cock stirring.

By the time the food and wine was gone, the two girls were already too tired and were already resting on the beds.

“Looks like they are really tired. I will go back to my office so that you boys can take a rest too.” John said as he got up to leave the room.

Zed opened the door for him. At the door, Zed smiled at John. “Mr John. We actually planned to have an orgy after the event at one of the budget hotels tonight. But because you offered us such a nice hotel room plus free food and wine, it had turned out to be much better than what we plan. We have all agreed that you can join us. Do you want to?

“Erm…No lah…You enjoy yourself.” John was shocked.

“You sure, Mr John? I know you are interested in Nicole.” Zed said with a twinkle in the eye. “I won’t lie to you. You know I want to work for your hotel, right. So I asked her if she is okay with sleeping with you. I did cajole her a little and she finally agreed.”

John was more shocked than ever. “Let me think about it.”

“Alright, Mr John. You can join us if you change your mind.”

In his office, John was still thinking about Zed’s conversation interspersed with images of Nicole. Unable to focus any more on his work, he opened his drawer where he kept his Viagra and popped one into his mouth. He walked to the mini-bar in his office and washed the little blue pill with a good amount of whisky. He left the room quickly, hoping that the blue pill will work in time, his heart beating fast with expectation.

“Oh! Hi, Mr John! Joining us? You are just in time. We are just getting started.” Zed gushed as he opened the door for John. He saw that Zed was naked with a hard, erect cock. As he entered the room, he saw that the others were also naked. The two boys were lying side by side with the other girl, sucking on her breasts and taking turns fingering her. She was moaning softly. Zed was right. They must have just started.

Nicole was sitting up on the other bed. Zed must have been with her before he went to open the door. Seeing John, she blushed and pulled the blanket up to cover her breasts in a bid for modesty. That’s so cute, thought John. But he knew that he needed some time for the pill to work. He could feel his cock stirring but it was not hard yet.

“Come, Mr John. Nicole is waiting for you.” Zed was trying very hard to get into John’s good books.

“You go ahead first. Let me take a shower before joining you.” John demurred, as he slowly removed his clothes.

Zed did not need a second invitation. He climbed onto the bed and started kissing and hugging Nicole. He pulled her down, covering half her body with his own body as his fingers started exploring her love hole. Sighs of pleasure was emitting from Nicole.

John went into the bathroom and took a quick shower. He walked out of the bathroom, his cock still flaccid, the medication still not kicking in. As he watched the the group of young people engaging in sex, he started to stroke his cock, willing it to grow hard.

By now, the two guys were already fucking the other girl. One of them was behind fucking her doggy style while the other was at the front, receiving a blowjob.

John could feel his cock hardening. He turned to Nicole and saw that Zed has now lifted Nicole’s legs and licking her cunt. She seemed to be close to cumming as her moans were getting louder and her body was jerking upwards uncontrollably. Her hands were grabbing Zed’s hair as she tried to ride out her pleasure. John walked over and started sucking on her small, breasts. Nicole moaned loudly in pleasure as John’s tongue touched her sensitive nipples. With an upwards thrust and a scream, she squirted all over Zed.

“Mr John. I got Nicole all wet for you. No one has fucked her yet. I made sure you get the first fuck.” Zed was one hell of a bootlicker, thought John. He must get that boy a job.

John took over Zed’s place, spreading Nicole’s legs to enjoy the view. Nicole had shaved her pussy. It was so smooth, just like a school girl’s. He parted the lips, now wet with her juice before sliding his hard cock in. John just only managed to get the head of his cock in when Nicole screamed in pain, digging her nails into John’s arms as she grabbed him.

“Mr John. Go slow. Nicole told me she don’t have much experience with sex. She only had sex a few times with her boyfriend. You are the second guy she is having sex with.” Zed whispered urgently.

Almost a virgin. Almost too good to be true. John thought to himself. He pushed in slowly, letting Nicole adjust to his penis. It was so tight. Nicole must be telling the truth. After a while, he managed to get his while length in while Nicole was grimacing in pain. Zed must be encouraging her as John could see him whispering something to her and playing with her nipples to get her to continue. With Nicole seemingly adjusting to him, John started fucking her slowly. He removed his cock slowly before plunging in again. He went for longer strokes, slowly increasing his pace. Nicole was starting to moan in pleasure. He lifted her legs to his shoulders as he pumped deeper and deeper. Nicole responded by moaning louder and louder. Zed continued to play a supporting role, kissing Nicole and playing with her tits, to make her even more aroused.

“Let’s change position, Zed.” John commanded. He laid down on his back. “Get Nicole up on my cock in cowgirl position.” Zed obeyed and slowly helped the inexperienced Nicole to straddle John while guiding his cock into her. As she sat down onto John’s cock, she shivered in pleasure as the cock went straight up into her. John pulled her down and kissed her, hugging the small, petite body closely against his fat belly.

“Zed. You are a good boy. Your reward is to fuck Nicole from behind.” John commanded.

“Thanks Mr John.” Zed responded gaily. He took up a position before slowly pushing his cock into Nicole’s vagina, rubbing against John’s cock.

Nicole screamed in pain as she took in 2 cocks for the very first time. But it was soon smothered as one of the boys came over and shoved his cock into Nicole’s mouth. It took a while but Zed finally managed to get his whole length into Nicole. As he fucked Nicole, he rubbed against John’s cock. He was happy that he managed to get such an intimate connection with John.

The group continued with their orgy session until the sun rose and lit up the room. John had fucked Nicole several times with the other 3 boys each taking turns accompanying and supporting him. He did not manage to fuck the other girl although she did come over and gave him a kiss. As the session came to an end, the group got dressed and started to leave the room. John gave Nicole a final peck on the cheek before she left the room. Zed was the last to leave the room.

“Mr John, Sir. Did you enjoy yourself last night?” Zed asked.

“Yes, Zed. You are a good boy. I will make sure that you get a job with the hotel. You don’t have to worry.” John replied, giving him a pat on the shoulder.

“Can we fuck next time without Nicole?” Zed looked at John in the eye. John did not know what to say.

[rkay07]

School Girl in Curls

Modern AU!Jay Schlatt x fem!reader

<Part 1 of 3>

(You’re the new girl at a rich private school, but being the loner you are, it’s hard having to deal with boys that think your business is their business.)

Fluff. Lots of Fluff

This is my first fanfic every. So please, be kind but feedback would be appreciated

A/N: Specific hair type, Physical Touch, anxious reader because of new school, love at first sight thing, Lunch Club Schlatt, if there's anything else I missed please tell me in the comments. Part 1 of many?

Word Count: 4k+

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Arriving at a new school is hard but it’s even harder knowing all your friends from your old school are wearing whatever they want when you’re stuck wearing a skirt, not fun. Yeah, your mom told you you were going to have to wear a uniform but you thought you could pick, but no. Walking to school was a whole different thing though, a thing you loved, walking in the cold breeze instead of driving forty-five down the school road. You missed your car but you also missed using your legs. Going through the doors of the school gave you a big rush of realization, realization being that you had no idea who these people were. People were ok but talking to them was not, you liked your academics more than anything, except your car but that was for you. Academics were definitely more for the people you surround yourself with not for the people around you (If you get that). You knew you were smart so you tried your best to do your best. Honestly, thinking about it, you have no idea how you had time for your friends at home but now that you had no one you were going to keep it like that, or so you thought. Getting to your locker with thirty minutes to spar, you gave yourself some time to compose yourself before heading to class. Having a locker was new to you, you thought it was neat, like having a big backpack stationary, and knowing you weren’t going anywhere new anytime soon you decorated it with a mirror, some cool stickers, and a plethora of hair ties. Putting the last thing in your locker before heading off you notice a group of boys walking down the hall towards you, they probably have lockers over here you thought. When they got about six feet away from you one of them stopped at a locker on your side, tall, lengthy, with brown hair, and the uniform you wished you had. You didn’t want to stare for too long not wanting to get unnecessary feelings for a guy you don’t know. You look back at your locker, still open, rummaging through nothing but a pencil box and a couple journals.

He spotted you, thinking you were cute but honestly, you looked like any other brunette in the school but there was something different about you, your hair was curly, the textures in your hair were almost unbelievable and unimaginable to him. Now thinking about it, has he ever seen a brunette with curly hair? 

“Ay, Jay? Are you going to stand there for the whole thirty minutes or what?” Someone shouted out.

“Uh, no, I’m just grabbing a few things.” Jay admitted while staring at you, not wanting to disappoint his friends, he picks through his locker to find a few things.

You put your hair behind your ear, without knowing it you had a better view of the guy next to you but your heart skipped a beat when you saw his arm leaning over his locker, blocking his face from you. This. Guy. Had you wrapped around his finger, for what, being a man? Well that was hard to find these days but you just got here! You check the time on your phone and see you have been standing here for only a few minutes. You couldn’t believe it, all you wanted was for class to start but no. You couldn’t go to the library because it was on the other side of the school, I could sit outside, you thought. And because you had no other ideas you went with that.

With this weather you could sit outside all day, the cool breeze and your music playing at a reasonable volume, all the way up. You like to people watch but when you're on the other end it’s interesting. You saw from afar that the group of guys from earlier were standing across the courtyard, facing you.

 Crossing his arms across his chest, one of them says, “Who is this girl?” Another one says, “Maybe she’s new?” and another says, “I heard a detective and her daughter moved out-of-state to our town, maybe it’s her?” The guy that stood next to you at your locker mumbles, “Guys shut up.” 

You like being early, it feels better than being late anyway. You got to your classroom door with a couple minutes still on the clock, your heart was pumping a little faster than normal so you took some time to breathe. You make yourself presentable just in case the teacher wanted to introduce you or if students were staring at the door waiting to spot the imposter. You walk into the classroom, chin up, back straight, strides long, all the way to your seat in the back. Sitting down at your desk, you pull out your ipad. You always found it easier to write on your ipad than plain paper, but you occasionally use it. Writing down the title and date you look up at the board, your attention is drawn to the two guys walking in. It’s the guy from earlier and one of his friends, how. You could’ve had so many other classes but you had to have the class with him. You cover your face with your hand and look down at the ipad. Pulling your phone out to look at the time, right on time, lovely. They walked down the aisle and sat in the two empty seats next to you.

The teacher walked in, he didn’t look bad for an older guy, you know a regular teacher. You sat up in your seat not giving much care to the guy next to you anymore because now you had put your thinking cap on. He stood in the middle of the front of the classroom, “Good morning students, hope you all had a nice weekend.” He leans toward his desk and pulls out two pieces of paper, “It’s been a few weeks since school started but we have a new student.” Everyone turns to look at you, giving you goosebumps. “If you don’t mind, kid, could you introduce yourself?”

Taking a deep breath, you walk up with all the confidence you had left, “Hey, I’m Y/n.” you paused as you couldn’t think of anything necessary to say. Mr. Hill sitting at his big desk, “If you don’t mind telling us, where did you move from?” he asks as he leans back in his chair. You fold your hands together, realizing the guy next to your desk has been head high the whole time, “I moved from the big state of H/S…sir.” Mr. Hill nods but a couple of girls at the front can’t swallow their giggles so they cover their mouth to block them from getting any louder. Your eyes grow narrow as you watch them snicker away. Mr. Hill takes a short breath, “Alright, Y/n, thank you for sharing. Happy to have you.” You take a glance at his desk behind you, “Happy to be here, thank you.” You quickly walk back to your desk and sit down, grabbing your pen that goes to your ipad and setting it on top. Not realizing it, your hand was shaking from the unknown adrenaline you had while you were up there. With it shaking on the desk, the guy next to you saw and immediately began to worry about a person he doesn’t even know, well, he did know you were from H/S. He leans from his seat towards you but going more behind you than anything, “I hope they didn’t get under your skin?” he mumbles, half way out of his seat. His voice startles you, making you jump slightly, “Why would they, they’re just some weirdos trying to make themselves look cool.” You straighten up in your seat getting ready to put your pen to work until he starts talking to you again. “The teacher doesn’t start ‘teaching’ for another few minutes.” You give him a funny look. He looks back at you and shrugs his shoulders. Finishing his chat with you, he turns to his friend, occasionally peering over at you. You ponder on the idea of not doing class work at your other school, it would be the equivalent of skipping class.

You pull out your phone and start up the game you loved and loathed at the same time, Crossy Road. You play a game, getting higher than one-thirty, but failing do to a log going faster than expected. You’re about to play another when you notice the guy next to you is leaning towards you a bit. Eyeing him, he grins, “You any good?” he questions as he turns his whole body to you. You nod with a grin, as you open a gift in the game. “Do you mind if I watch?” he says, pointing at your screen. “Not at all.” You hum as you turn so he can see but he shakes his hand at you gesturing you don’t need to, you raise an eyebrow confused. He extends his arms out, making full eye contact with you as he grabs your desk, pulling it closer to him, and wrapping his arm around your shoulders. You blush as you sit there beside him, so close. He looks down at you, starting your game for you, making you gasp. You play one of your best games as he traces your side profile carefully, burning every inch of your face into his memory. You huff as you fall off a log into the water, just under four hundred. Taking a breath and a look at the classroom, you see a few students looking back at you and your very comfortable friend. He sees you looking up and frowns, bringing his hand to your chin to pull your attention back to your game, “Don’t mind them, they’re just wasting their time.” Your heart flutters as you feel his hand graze your chin, you don’t even know this guy but…he makes you feel safe. You could go on and on about how cozy he feels. You lean into his body, making yourself a little more snug. He takes notice of your doing and smiles, pulling your desk closer. You start another game when Mr. Hill gets up and announces, “I’ll be back in a couple minutes then we’ll start class.” He walks to the door and disappears into the hallway. As your chicken is swept up by an eagle, you scoff at your game, making your friend chuckle. He waits until you start another game to pick your pen up and write something down on your ipad. You’re so focused on your game that you don’t realize he was messing with your stuff. Failing again but this time going a little over two-hundred, you look up again at the crowd of people in front of you, rolling your eyes when you see the same two girls that were laughing at you earlier glancing over at you. Your friend looks up with you to see them and glares. You shake your head putting your sight on your phone again but his head didn’t move, he kept his gaze on the girls until they looked away. He too, rolls his eyes in annoyance, he takes another look at them then goes back to your phone noticing you’ve already started another game. Falling once more, you get over two-hundred again, deciding to leave it there. You turn your phone off to slip it into your bag but realizing your bag was now about four feet away from you, over by the wall. You scrunch your nose in defeat, setting your phone on your desk, and going back into the warm body of your friend.

“Jay, you want some gum?” someone asks from your friend's side. His voice startles you making you straighten up and lean against your desk with your elbows supporting you, as to not get in his way. He turns to his friend with wide eyes, he sighs, “Sure, Ted.” Jay eyed the gum counter, taking two out, then turning back around to you. His friend, Ted, opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out.

You, now looking at your desk, see your friend’s writing on your ipad, I’m Jay, nice to meet you it said. You smile down at his message and screenshot it. Jay turns back to you with a piece of gum at his fingertips, “Want some gum?” You nod, taking it from his hand. Shooting it into your mouth for a flavorful taste of peppermint.

You hear a knock come from the classroom door, Mr. Hill walks in with a stack of papers and a laptop, “Alright kids, enough lollygagging. Let's get this show on the road.” By now the desks have shifted so much that people are in their own little groups, so you and Jay don’t look half bad. When you try to move your desk away from him he grabs it, looking up at you, “Don’t go, doll.” You raise your eyebrows, trying to see if he was kidding or not but with those eyes, looking up at you, it was hard to tell. You didn’t give in though. You place your hand on his, rubbing it to loosen his grip, grinning when he finally lets go. You move it back to its original spot or maybe even further just to mess with him. Sitting down, you erase his message to clear a space to write. You look up at the teacher ready for class, finally, but out of the corner of your eye you see Jay twiddling with a pencil in his hand but no paper? You go to your bag and pull out a piece of paper for him, putting it on his desk. He scoffs, writing something down. He picks the paper up and slides it back to you, making you roll your eyes. Would you like to go out with me? it said. You shake your head as you pull out a pen to write, Only if you can wait a week. The teacher starts talking about something you're familiar with so you don’t worry much. You pass the note back to Jay discreetly. He looks at the note smiling and nodding at the paper, Deal. he wrote. Passing it back to you for the final time, looking up at the board with a grin tugging at his lips. You smile and put the paper in your bag.

Class ends with a big whoop, wanting nothing more than to go stand outside for the remaining time you had left until your next class. You shove your ipad and pen back into your bag and turn to stand up but someone’s in your way, “I hope you know that he’s just being nice, you know, helping out a fellow classmate, nothing more?” The girl standing in your way had a snobby look on her face, honestly, nothing new. You tighten your lips and nod, “Thanks but I think I can handle myself.” You try to stand up but she steps closer, “I’m warning you,” Putting a hand on your desk and another on your chair, “Don’t fall for it.” You raise your eyebrows as she looks at you. She leans away, completely changing her stone cold eyes to a smile as she walks back to her desk, unsure if it was genuine or not. When she gets back to her seat you realize it was one of the girls from earlier, the thought makes you close your eyes in disappointment. You stand up, questioning if you should say bye to Jay or not, you take the girl’s advice into consideration. Then mentally smacking it out of your head like it was a fly buzzing around your ear. You take a step to Jay’s desk. You knock on it to get his attention but he doesn’t turn around, you frown and try again, still nothing. Now offended, you cross your arms across your chest, waiting for him to come to his senses. You sigh, “Uh-hem.” He turns around to see you standing behind him, “Oh hey,” he turns half way, scanning your figure, “Didn’t see you there, how was your first class?” You clear your throat, “It would have gone better if someone wasn’t starin’ at me the whole time.” A big grin appears on his face, “Happy to help.” You look at your shoes not wanting to make eye contact with him. His friends behind him couldn't hold their laughs. A straight face comes across your face as you look up, “To my surprise, I think I have one more class with you, so I’ll see you then.” You turn on the balls of your feet and walk towards the classroom door. Jay somehow beats you to the opening and leans against the frame, “Just wanted to ask if you were serious about ‘waiting a week’ before I can take you out?” You grip the strap of your bag, irritated, Just let me get outside and maybe I’ll tell you, you thought, “Yes, I am. Now if you would excuse me I’d like to get outside before my next class starts.” He clicks his tongue, grinning, “A whole week?” Honestly you didn’t know if you should agree or hop through the opening at his side but you give him a nod and find your courage. He raises his hands in the air as if surrendering and steps to the side. Mouthing thank you, you speed walk out into the hallway. Checking the time you only had about a minute in a half until your next class.

You were at your last class, bracing yourself for one last thing to focus on. When you walked in, Jay was sitting down in the back with his friend. He sees you and waves, you wave back. All the back seats were taken so you had to pick a middle seat, looking around the only seat not taken was the one in front of Jay, Wow. you thought. You walk down the aisle, slipping into your seat. You pull out your ipad and pen and wait for class to start. You feel a tap on your shoulder knowing full well that it was Jay. You blow a bubble with the gum you still had as you turn around. Jay leans on his desk with the help of his elbows, “How has your day been?” he gives you a look that you haven’t seen in a while, a genuine, pleased, I’m so glad to see you face. You observe his face with a smile, “It’s fine, yours?” He leans back into his chair, “ I met a really cute girl today.” You give him a fake shocked look, “Oh really? What’d she look like?” He thought about it for a second then looked back at you, “She had the most beautiful hair I have ever seen,” A flush of heat comes to your face when you hear his words. Suddenly, a high pitched-voice comes from one of Jay’s friends,“Aw! That’s adorable!” A girl sitting on a guy's lap quietly applauding at Jay’s stunning message. The guy looks at the girl, “Baby, be quiet! They’re having a moment.” As the guy mouths sorry to you, the girl covers her mouth and mouths sorry too. You look back at Jay, another rush of heat goes to your face as he smiles and leans towards you, “Don’t mind those two lovebirds, they like to shove it in everyone's faces.” You could hear them giggling from all the way over here, you roll your eyes and lean further to Jay, “I’ve never had that before, to be honest with you.” He raises an eyebrow, then it comes to his mind that you're talking about a relationship. He sees you scanning his friends, taking it all in on what a wonderful relationship could be. He brings his hand to your chin shifting your attention onto him, “Waiting for the right person, right?” he glides his thumb across your cheek before pulling away. Blushing, you lower your gaze to his desk, “Yeah but it’s something I don’t focus on very much.” You give him a smile that was questionable, you knock on his desk and turn back to the front.

Class ends with little homework so that’s good. You force your ipad and pen into your bag along with your phone and headphones. Rubbing your face because of a long day, you stand up a little dizzy. You stumble but you feel big hands hold your waist gently. “Whoa, whoa, you okay?” You can hear Jay’s voice behind you. You find your balance but his hands decide to turn you around. You place your hands on his chest, “Jay, I’m ok, just got up too fast.” Finally seeing how tall he is, you blush. To approve your statement he looks down at you, trying to keep your eyes on him. He sighs, “Alright.” Brushing his hand on your hair. You feel his hot breath as he exhales knowing that would be useful for the cold weather. You couldn’t move, you didn’t want to and he didn’t either. You couldn’t keep your eyes off him, jolting your eyes from his hair to his lips, Why does he look so kissable. you thought. He looks at the wall clock, grabbing your bag that was sitting on your chair, “I’ll walk you out,” You nod. He leans towards his friend before walking off, dabbing him up, “I’mma be a few minutes but wait for me, ok?” His friend nods with a concerned look then sees him walking off with you, kind of relieved but uneasy.

Holding Jay’s hand at the end of the day was something you didn’t expect. You had eyes on you from every angle walking out of school into the courtyard. You wanted to get out of there so bad that you didn’t know you were squeezing his hand, it didn’t hurt him but it was noticeable. You round the corner of the fence with Jay close behind, “I’m sorry, I just…wanted to get out of there.” Jay takes a deep breath and leans against the fence. “Attention isn’t something you get a lot of, I’m guessing.” Offensive but he was right, you give him a small nod and pull your phone out to check it. He steps closer to you, “So, what brings you to NY?” You chuckle still looking down at your phone, “My mom.” He crosses his arms across his chest, “So you are the detective’s daughter?” You finally look up, putting your phone away back in your bag, “Yeah, after the divorce…” You blink off to the side, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to-” Jay gently rubs your arm, “Hey, it’s ok, tell me.” You sigh in relief, “After the divorce, she got a job here. We didn’t wait a single second.” You scoff. Looking at your feet, you hesitate to speak, “I don’t even know you.” He slides his hand down to yours, bringing it to his lips, “And that’s why the date would help a lot.” You laugh as he plants a kiss on the back of your hand. Feeling his cold lips brush against you made you heat up. You’re startled by a buzz coming from your bag. Pulling your phone out, you see your mom is trying to call you, “I’m sorry, I need to take this.” He lets go of your hand and steps back, “Please, take your time.” You mouth thank you as you take a few steps away, turning away from him.

You end the call, walking back to him, “I’m sorry but I have to go.” He clicks his tongue and nods. You feel bad, walking out on him like this but your mom wanted you home for something you thought was not as important as your new friend here, “I’m really sorry-” He cupped your face, making you hold your tongue, “Stop apologizing, doll. It’s okay.” You melted in his hands, a smile tugging at your lips, “Ok, I have to go.” He slides his hands down to your neck rubbing his thumbs against your jawline, “Ok, I’ll talk to you tomorrow?” Giving him a small nod, he nods and mouths Ok. He slides his hands once more to your shoulders, giving them a squeeze. His hand runs down your arm. You both take a couple steps back looking at each other then you finally turn around to home. He watched you walk off as if it would be the last time he was going to see you, smiling, he turns around to go back to the school, My girl he thought.

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Chapter 14

Hug it out it's Thanksgiving

"S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N!" Donnie yells from the kitchen

I'm getting ready for my shift at my new job at a Famous Lou, Mike Tony, Tony's Pizza! I can't believe I missed pizza week but stupid school got in the way of a very eventful momentous time of the year. Thankfully they left me a few slices when I got home after swim practice. Anyway, I'm pretty excited to have a job again and start having money of my own.

My mind has been going crazy with training in private, what transpired with my future self, and my very complicated feelings for the purple terrapin. So I decided that a job would help distract me and calm my mind...I hope. A plus is that April will be working with me and a double plus is FREE PIZZA.

Back to Donnie screaming S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N has been acting a bit well teenager like and it's funny to see Donnie lose his cool a bit with his robotic son. Putting my hair in a ponytail and adorning my work hat on my head making sure my uniform is in tip-top shape before leaving my room.

Entering the first floor I look up at Donnie and can practically see the steam shooting from where his "ears" are. S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N zooms past me the wind from his drive by taking my hat with him, quickly chasing after it and joining Mikey and Donnie near the skateboard ramp.

"What's up, guys?" I say while putting my hat back on.

"Ugh it's S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N! I just upgraded his operating system to version 13," he says while pinching the area between his drawn-on brows.

"Ah 13, feels like yesterday he was a twinkle in your toolbox," Mikey says

"Yeah, and now he's a pain in my shell

He charges til noon, he's always coding back to me, and now he's drone racing all over the house! I don't know what to do" Donnie says annoyed

"S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N is at a delicate age. You need to nurture his spirit or you'll drive him away" Mikey says while snapping his fingers and the screen changes to us to the projector room and has Donnie and I sitting in chairs.

"Good morning I'm Doctor Feelings, welcome to my seminar 'Hug it out'" Mikey says while introducing one of his Doctor personalities.

"Wait when did you change into that therapist outfit?" And how did we get here?  I say confused.

"Doctor Feelings, I thought you were "Doctor Delicate Touch," Donnie says while air-quoting the last part.

"Doctor Delicate Touch feels NOTHING," Doctor Feelings says in a pretty creepy tone.

My question not being answered I shrug and watch the seminar.

"Lesson one! Because I said so is not an answer, you need to learn a healthy way to express your feelings to your family" Doctor Feelings continues in a therapist tone.

"Yes, feelings...hot, cold, hungry, sleepy" Donnie says uninterested

Which causes him to receive a smack on the head with Doctor Feelings pointer.

"No, feelings like anger. Remind you of someone?" Doctor Feelings questions as he puts up a picture of Donnie and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N arguing

"Noooope" Donnie says sure of himself

Doctor Feelings brings up another picture on the projector of Splints scolding Donnie then he flips back between the two pictures. It finally clicks in Donnie's head and he begs Doctor Feelings to teach him the way.

"Of course, right after we move onto the next part of my seminar," Doctor Feelings says

"Huh?" I question

Doctor Feelings moves to another projector prompt and it reads 'Confessing ones romantic feelings'

Doctor Feelings clears his throat and continues. "Now my students I will now have you two complete some role-" he's cut off by Donnie and I

"NO..." we both say in unison

"I mean I totally have to go to work, catch ya later," I say while quickly grabbing my backpack and racing out of the room.

"Ah yes. Right, and it's no time like to present to get those expressing feelings lesson with S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. ONWARD...." Donnie says while awkwardly laughing as he quickly exits the room as well.

*sigh* "When will they just admit that they like each other, we can all see it. Probably in the next chapter so hang tight kiddies" Mikey says looking directly at the camera

"Uh, Mikey who are you talking to?" Raph says while poking his head through the opening

Mikey winks at the camera and goes after Donnie. Leo comes behind Raph and says "Pfft I bet they will probably say it during a very beautiful romantic moment like a dance or something"

"Raph agrees," Raph says while nodding his head

I hope onto my Moped that's next to the turtle tank. Specially designed by Donnie himself and of course it's in purple. Putting on my helmet and starting it I speed through the garage tunnel exit into the surface and head to work. Parking my bike in the alley behind the Pizzeria.

I walk in the back door and see April. I wave at her frantically.

"APRIL!" I quietly shout

"BESTIE!" she quietly shouts back.

We giggle, our bosses come in and give us the rundown on how they operate. We start making the pizzas which we are pretty good at from cooking with Mikey during our family cook-offs. Which we always come out with the best cuisine *chef kiss*. After the piping hot pizzas are put in the pizza warmer bags I place them onto my Moped and zoom to my deliveries. It was a long first day working a 12-hour shift not wanting to stop just yet from having too much fun.

I make it back to the lair super groggy, parking my Moped in the garage, and sleepily walking to the shower to wash off the pizza smell. The shower perked me up a bit so I went to the fridge to grab leftovers that Mikey left for me and there was a little note from the gang.

'We hope you had a great first day! Tell us the deets in the morning'

I smile and heat my food in the microwave, quickly devouring it. I decided to go to Donnie's lab to finish my science project which was a suit of armor that could collapse and shrink to the size of a ring. I'm still working out the kinks and Donnie wants to help. But being as stubborn and secretive as I am I'm not allowing him to see my blueprints or help in any way. It's not due for another two years but April gave me the heads up that at senior year they hold a Science competition and the lucky winner could sign a contract with an Elite company or even the government.

"I'm going to win that competition," I say sure of myself.

Quietly skipping past the boys' rooms, I see Donnie snoring peacefully while holding onto a Jupiter Jim figurine. Entering the lab and inputting the password I sit in my corner of the lab and start tinkering. I didn't notice that S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N wasn't at his charging port as I was too distracted. I ended up pulling a Donnie and falling asleep in the lab. I wake up to a purple weighted blanket on my shoulders, smiling softly I rub my eyes and head to the kitchen.

"Now that S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N is grounded I can finally enjoy my toasted avocado baco-bagel-rito in peace!"

I look at Donnie intrigued by his creation and walk up to him.

"That's one heck of a sandwich coming from someone that likes 'flavorless juice'" I chuckle and fist bump with Mikey

"Hey, I can appreciate flavorless every once in a while" Donnie retorts

Donnie stuffs his sandwich into his pie hole and goes to check on S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N but we found out that he snuck out. I hop onto my Moped to help search for him, but before we leave Donnie shows me an adjustment he added, he presses a button and my wheels turn into hover fans.

"Oh yeah!" I shout in excitement

We search everywhere and call out for S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. But thankfully we were suspiciously at the right place at the right time to hear that the Drone Races is where wayward teen drones go when they run away from home after a fight with a misguided parental figure and will regret it for the rest of their lives.

"Oddly specific, he's at the drone races let's go get our boy," I say while grabbing Donnie by the arm and running towards the race.

"Our boy?" Donnie says quietly and smiles softly as he runs with me.

We make it inside and Donnie has the brilliant idea...major eye roll to impersonate a drone to get close to S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N to talk some sense into him. So Donnie had to win to show him that the Purple Dragons only use people to get what they want. S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N learned a valuable lesson that day and also got a hug which I may or may not have snapped a picture of. Oh, and we got a transmitter that I definitely took for my science project.

After that very eventful evening, we head back home to sleep off the adventures of the day. We end up sleeping in a pile in the middle of Donnie's room. Leo took this opportunity to take a picture to use as leverage later. A few days go by and Mikey is very suspicious of sneaking off to pizza in the sky knows where. But I busy myself with work, April had the day off so it was just me and the owners. I do my normal routine of delivering pizzas and realize I'll be delivering to April's apartment. I decide I'll say hi after I do this delivery but as I walk to the apartment number I hear Splinter say "Happy House Warming Mr. Mrs. O'Nnnngggghh"

Rushing over to see what's happening I gasp and drop the pizza when I see Raph, April, Mikey in a...dinosaur costume...Leo, Splinter, Donnie, and in the back of the room is Barum Draxum.

"What is this? I thought we were finally meeting April's parents" Splinter says

"No apparently we are helping Draxum get his groove back," April says disapproving

"Called it!" Leo says and Donnie hands Jim money.

"He's not our enemy anymore, he's family" Mikey retorts

My brain shuts down after hearing that and I pass out. Which finally alerts everyone to my presence. I wake up sitting on the floor with April fanning me with a self-help pamphlet and Donnie putting an ice pack on my head.

"Oh thank goodness you're ok," April says worriedly

"I'm OK, but sheep boy won't be once I'm done with him," I say menacingly while my eyes change into cat-like slits. But I look at Draxum and he looks pretty beat up.

"Damn you look terrible, looks like someone got to you before I could" I stand up with the help of Donnie.

Donnie's expression is hardened and he's doing his best to hold back. I could see the pure anger in his body language but I looked over at Mikey and its rare to see the young turtle angry but I could also see his conflicted emotions and he had bandages on his fists. He walks over to me and I hug him tightly.

"Thanks, Mikey," I say quietly turning to Draxum and everyone else.

"Well since we're all here might as well eat while it's semi-hot. And I'm doing this for Mikey so you better not try anything Draxum or I'll have your head." I say sweetly but my voice is laced with venom while slamming the green bean casserole onto the table. We all sit at the table and awkwardly eat.

"Isn't this nice, when was the last time we all got together like this, huh?" Mikey says while trying to cut through the tension

"The time Draxum dropped me off a building," Leo says

"No, actually I think it was when he ambushed us at the botanical garden" Donnie adds

"No, no baseball stadium, dark armor tried to destroy humanity," Raph says

My mind goes blank as I start to have flashbacks of the last time we encountered each other and I start to breathe a bit heavily.

"Well, we know that last time Aqua saw him, " Donnie says while gently and awkwardly placing his hand over mine which helped my panic attack a little.

After Draxum dared to call us fool humans April joined the chat.

"Fool humans? As Aqua and I are the only humans here we take offense to that" April retorts. I smile a little knowing that it's far from the truth but it made me feel better. After a successful burn from April about reading an instruction manual before jumping into a suit of dark armor which gets a high five from Donnie. Mikey decides that Draxum needs to hang out with humans to understand them and volunteers Raph to go with Alberto Land. Donnie and I regretfully decide to go but we will not enjoy it one bit.

We ended up enjoying it, going on the bumper cars, merry-go-round, and rollercoasters, he even won me a huge unicorn stuffy. But Donnie was keeping a close eye on Draxum now and then I could see his jaw was tight, eyes slightly narrowed, and hand hovering near his tech bo just in case. We hear a commotion coming from the Ferris wheel and we rush over to see what's going on. But we end up too far back in the now dense crowd of people watching the scene unfold. Donnie decides to activate his battle shell and hover over to see what's happening. I nod my head and he takes off to take a look, by the time he gets to the Ferris wheel everything settles down slightly and the crowd starts to disperse.

When I reach Donnie I see Mikey, Raph, and Draxum saying goodbye to a mom and little child. I ended up finding out that Draxum saved the child. Don't get me wrong saving someone is a good step in the right direction but I'll never forgive him for what he did to me. Donnie walks over to me and smiles at me.

"Awww are you two on a date?" Mikey asks

"What? No, I....we, um, you see this is just a friendly outing between friends" Donnie stutters out clearing his throat while awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

I blush slightly and hide my cheeks behind my plushie.

"Right...." Raph says seeing his younger brother's reaction

"Well enjoy your not date, don't stay out too late," Mikey says while dragging Raph and Draxum away.

Donnie glares at Draxum as he walks off, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards a snack booth.

"Get anything you want, my treat," Donnie says shyly

I giggle and order what I want and Donnie also places his order. We sit at a table and enjoy our spoils in comfortable silence. I love how sometimes we don't have to vocalize how we're feeling to understand each other. I've also started picking up some sign language to use for the days he completely shuts down and it's the only way he'll communicate, still learning but getting better.

Unbeknownst to me Donnie summons my Moped which pulls up next to us. He nods his head to it, I nod and hop onto it with Donnie in front driving off into the New York night. We get to a familiar alleyway, hitting the hover button we hover up to the road of the nearby building. Landing gently on the roof we sit with our feet dangling off the edge and watch the sunset.

Closing my eyes feeling the gentle breeze blowing my hair and caressing my face. I took a deep breath in and let it out slowly as I listened to the hustle and bustle of the city that never sleeps.

Donnie stares at me and smiles to himself, thinking back all the times he felt this way and chalking it up to feeling a close friendship bond with me but dare he think it's something...more....only time will tell and a few experiments, hypothesis and data collecting will hopefully finally come to a bite-sized conclusion. But for now, he sighs and relaxes his shoulders as he looks at the bright lights of Times Square.

"Pizza?" I say breaking him from his trance

"Race you there!" He says while zooming off with his battle hover shell

"No fair you got a headstart!" I shout as I tuck my unicorn stuffy into my hoodie, hopping onto my moped and flying after him laughing as we go.

A/N I hope everyone had an amazing and thankful Thanksgiving! 🦃 My family and I had ours today so I thought I would write a quick chapter before I start getting to the good part of this book. Thank you for reading this far and be ready for the next few chapters it's going to be an interesting turn of events! Author-chan out! 💜

#rottmnt #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt x reader #rise donatello #rottmnt fanfiction #rise donnie #rise of the tmnt #donnie x reader

[trulytiredhermit]

Alright, hear me out on this one.

So i was thinking, what if the reader still wore their uniform? Like the uniform that they use to go to school? Like a PE uniform or still the normal Monday to Thursday uniform.

And then while they wore their uniform, they still had their ID ( assuming that they have one ) and their bag.

..and I'm silently hoping that none of them would go through-- alright i just jinxed it didn't i.

Hmm I had to think about this one.

Because I for one never had to deal with wearing a uniform when going to school. And I’m assuming since Reader has a school uniform then they probably went to a private school of some kind.

So I’m gonna assume Reader’s uniform is the typical white button down shirt, vest, blazer, and a pair of nice pants, white socks, nice shoes.

And as you said they’d have their student ID (most likely on a lanyard of some kind) and their school bag that definitely has their textbooks, notebooks, laptop in it.

Aka all things that probably aren’t built to really be running around a forest/over land with.

So when the Reader meets the Chain things are probably gonna be a little weird.

Given how Reader is dressed the Chain’s going to be quite curious about Reader. They wouldn’t have seen clothes such as theirs before.

Likewise Reader is thinking they’ve somehow been throw into a Ren fair or something.

Their first meeting would probably go something like:

“What are you wearing?”

“What are you wearing?”

After things get explained and everyone gets over their internal panic (aka mainly Reader, bestie is NOT gonna be sound of mind for a few days while dealing with everything) I feel like Sky and Warriors would be the most understanding of Reader going to school and wearing a uniform.

Y’know since Sky went to the Knight academy and Warriors I’m sure went to some form of a Knight academy too (I’ve really gotta check out a play through of his game). And in then they probably had to deal with wearing the academy uniforms.

Every member of the Chain would find the modern school system really interesting, but many would point out the impracticality of Reader clothes 😂

“How are you supposed to fight or travel great distances in this?”

“You don’t. I’m only supposed to travel the length to my classes and pray to god it doesn’t rip because this shit’s expensive.”

The Chain be baffled. These clothes are expensive!? They aren’t even magical!

And we haven’t even gotten to what’s in Reader’s bag.

Y’all ever seen Lord of The Rings with Gollum and the one ring? His precious? Yeah, that’s Reader with their bag.

Their textbooks? Fricken expensive, Reader isn’t gonna lose them to some stupid pig demon because the dude got a little stabby.

Their laptop? Over Reader’s cold dead body. You know expensive that is? Not to mention all the essays and homework they have on it.

Their notebooks? Those are filled to the brim with notes and things they need to know for upcoming tests. Handwritten notes that Reader has had to scramble to write down because the professors flips through the slides so fast.

Yeah, Reader is gonna go ape shit on ANYONE or ANYTHING that gets near their stuff.

Needles to say if the Chain is curious about anything of Reader’s they’ve got to have Reader’s supervision when looking at things.

Reader is like a hawk with their possessions. If they had to bring their stuff with them, they’re sleeping with that stuff tucked into their arms like they’re cuddling a giant teddy bear.

Their uniform has been neatly put into a separate bag (because let’s be honest, their uniform isn’t made for the Links’s worlds and Reader isn’t going to want to get it dirty or ripped).

Over time Reader would probably trust Legend the most with their stuff. And sad to say, but they’d probably trust Wild and Wind the least.

“I can look after your stuff too [Name]!”

“Wild I just watched you break that sword and shield.”

“I was fighting bokoblins! It was bound to break!”

“It was a new sword and you broke it cause you slipped and smashed it against a rock.”

“… well that one wasn’t technically my fault. Technically it was the rock that broke it.”

“… you broke your shield by shield surfing over a spikey rock that I warned you about.”

“…”

#chromonomatic #linked universe #trulytiredhermit #yandere lu x reader #linked universe x reader

[jomiddlemarch]

A handshake is available upon request 

“There used to be offices. Actual fucking offices, doors, windows, generic black and white landscape photography in a black frame because they wanted to be a little edgy, architect-school-wannabes,” Nina announced at the water cooler, which had been moved out of what was nominally the kitchen-slash-lounge, so that it was less appealing to stand around and chat. They weren’t allowed to bring in their own water bottles however, because their bathroom breaks were strictly regulated and a full Stanley on even 50% renal function equaled more time away from their screens than they were allocated. The water cooler had tiny paper cones to drink out of and if you didn’t swallow the whole thing right away, the paper would start to turn into mush in your hand. It wasn’t compostable though, because collecting compost would take time out of someone’s schedule that didn’t generate income.

“Really?” Alina said, keeping her voice lower than Nina’s. Nina was a veteran, relatively speaking, having survived the layoffs in ’18,’19, and ’22 and she wore Grimace purple Converse to the office on casual Fridays. Alina was approaching the end of her 90-day probation and needed to keep the job for the benefits more than anything else. The pay wasn’t great but there was vision and dental.

“Yeah, that was before all this cubicle shit,” Nina said. “If you don’t believe me, ask Gen. She remembers—”

“They said it would build morale. We’d all be interacting and sparking ideas or some nonsense like that. Like they want us to have ideas,” Gen offered. She was a bit more circumspect than Nina, which wasn’t saying all that much. She’d been assigned to show Alina the ropes the first week and fortunately, they were becoming friends. Well, work-friends. “They also took out all the vending machines except the one on the 24th floor.”

“The one with the ancient turkey sandwiches?” Alina said.

“Doesn’t ever need to be restocked, does it?” Nina said.

“We’re all just drones now,” Gen said. “Look what they did to David—”

“He was lucky he didn’t get fired for finding that loophole,” Nina said. Gen could get ranty about David, whom she’d had a crush on for like a year and who barely spoke to her, even though everyone could tell he was interested. “It’s worse what happened to Alex. That’s an absolute fucking nightmare.”

“What happened to him?” Alina asked. She’d seen Alex around, a tall, impassive dark-haired man with a close-cropped beard in the standard corporate uniform—charcoal or navy pants, button-down, no tie, cross-body nylon satchel—though she’d thought if he ever smiled, he’d probably be quite the looker. Not that he’d ever look at her, just one step up from a temp. 

“You know he basically built the place from the ground up, but I guess he was over-leveraged, there’s some rumor about his mother being in a crazy expensive assisted living with like a private nurse, but he doesn’t talk about her. After the takeover, he couldn’t afford to leave or he wouldn’t, there’s no real agreement on that part, and anyway, they took his top floor corner office and stuck him on 11. He’s got a door but no windows, can’t even keep a goddamn aspidistra alive in there,” Nina said. 

“Shit, there’s tattle-tail Tatiana and she’d coming over,” Gen muttered, then plastered a broad and clearly fake smile on her face, ducking her chin slightly to make her pony-tail bounce. “Hi, Tatiana!”

“Your reports ready to be filed?” Tatiana, the ostensible division supervisor, said. She looked lacquered, like she’d been manicured head-to-toe and left under the UV drying lamp a little too long. She didn’t smile but made some kind of smile-adjacent expression that showed her teeth. She must have the high dental plan because she clearly had caps.

“Just about,” Nina said. “Talk to you later, Alina—”

“After work,” Tatiana said. Nina nodded, then winked at Alina when Tatiana turned to squint across the floor at the cubicle Matt sat in, his blond head towering over the felted-composite wall.

“Yes, I was just going,” Alina said, though Tatiana had lost interest and had pivoted, obviously intending to walk over to Matt and find some reason to interrupt him. He’d play up his Norwegian, acting like he didn’t understand her, when Alina knew he was completely fluent in English, but he’d figured out it was the easiest way to get Tatiana to move along without getting saddled with additional work.

“Alina, maybe you can do me a solid? I left a folder on 11,” Nina said. “Can you run it down for me before you finish your break—”

“Break’s only 10 minutes. You better hurry,” Tatiana said.

“Of course, not a problem. Teamwork makes the dreamwork, right?” Alina replied as cheerful as a cartoon princess slogging it out in the forest with gnomes or dwarves or a nosey bunch of rodents, aware it was Day 84 and that she needed Tatiana to sign off on her or at least not have a reason to dump her. She was also aware that Nina had no folder, but that there was an office supply closet with the folders they used on their floor and that it was right next to the only office on 11. The office that evidently belonged to Alex, former CEO, now cooped up with a withering aspidistra. He could maybe use a cup of what passed for coffee in what passed for a general collegial friendliness, if you discounted that they worked in a cold steel skyscraper engaged in the soulless corporate grind.

For @iamstartraveller776 who suggested Evil Universe Trope "no coffee-shops, bakeries, florists...only cold steel skyscrapers in the soulless corporate grind" and with thanks to Severance for making it mainstream :)

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[sirenascales]

18+

This wasn't what you signed up for when you took this job, but you weren't complaining.

Chuuya x F!Reader

1,945 words

cw: SMUT, nsfw, car sex, public sex I guess in a car so...., clothed sex, i guess this is considered a quickie lmao

Got a request idea from @donna-wants-to-be-an-alien and I wanted to make a separate post cause it got kinda long lmfao. But enjoy!

The airport was probably one of your least favorite places to be at, whether you are traveling, or working your side job as you were doing now. You were the classic broke college student, and during your summer break, you decided to become a limo driver just for some extra cash. Most of the people you picked up were obviously rich, snotty as hell, but at least they tipped very well. That was the only reason you tolerated it.

It was hot, and you stood outside the private car waiting for your passenger to arrive. Apparently the man you were picking up was very important, since you had to sign an NDA before you even accepted the job. Whatever

You fanned yourself, holding up a sign with your passenger's name: Nakahara. You've never heard this name before, but you didn't really care as you watched people walk out of the airport, keeping an eye out for someone who could be your passenger. You waited, straightening your back when a young man with red hair walked towards you. You schooled your expression, wondering how he wasn't dying with his outfit: a black fedora, black jacket and a freaking collar.

"Are you Nakahara?" you asked when he got close enough, and wow... he was hot. You bit the inside of your cheek, smiling at him politely.

"It's Chuuya," he answered simply, and you just assumed that was his first name. You turned and opened the back door for him and he just raised his eyebrow at you. "Don't you drivers usually wear a uniform?" Indeed, you were wearing a summer dress.

You almost snorted, wanting to hold some version of decorum because of your job, even if you were outside of their regulations. "If you want me to be honest, it's just way too hot out here."

"It's hot as balls," he just retorted, climing into the back seat. This time you did snort, holding back your laughter as you closed the door for him and climbed back into the driver's seat. You relished in the cool, air conditioned vehicle, pulling off soon after.

"You were told the conditions of this job, right?" Chuuya asked promptly and you nodded, glancing back at him through the rear view mirror. He was relaxed, sitting in the middle with his arms stretched on the tops of the seats. God, he was so hot.

"Yeah, I drop you off and come back tomorrow to take you back to the airport, right?" you answered him, wanting to clarify it with him. You glanced back again, keeping your hands on the wheel. Chuuya leaned up, his body now between the two front seats as he spoke.

"Yes, but no," he started, his voice right at your ear making your body tingle. "You're going to wait for me, then take me back."

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. That was not what you signed up for. "That's not suspicious at all."

"And yet you're still gonna do it," he said lowly and you frowned, shifting your leg to brake at a red light. You missed how his eyes lingered on your legs. "I will tip nicely."

"You don't have to tell me twice," you said, your concerns immediately thrown out the window. You couldn't help but laugh when Chuuya snorted. "Listen, I am a broke college student, so I guess I'll take a sneaky job or two to make some money."

Chuuya just smirked and laughed as he sat back in the seat, and you briefly wondered... who the hell was this guy, did he lie about the real job, or did your boss know him personally?

But you didn't question it much more. That was the nature of this job: you meet people from all walks of life, only to never see them again. It was a shame, you'd definitely like to see Chuuya again.

"Just wait here," Chuuya reminded you again when you pulled up to the destination; a fancy looking office building. He didn't give you time to respond, or even get out the car to let him out. He did it himself and you watched, catching a nice glance at the gun holstered on his hip.

Yeah. Totally not suspicious. Not the job, Chuuya himself, and definitely not the two men in black that guarded the front doors of the business, them only nodding to Chuuya as he walked inside.

And he didn't return for two hours. You were annoyed, waiting impatiently. Just what was he doing up there? It had to be nothing good, considering how suspect eveything was. You tapped your fingers on the steering wheel, turning your head when the car door opened and Chuuya finally climbed back into the back seat.

"Was the mission a success?" you asked and Chuuya nodded, smirk on his face.

"It went beautifully."

"I see," you nodded, driving off again. "Back to the airport?"

"Yeah," Chuuya answered. You glanced back at him, shaking your head a bit as you chuckled.

"How are you not hot in those clothes?"

Chuuya shrugged his shoulders, leaning back comfortably as he did before. "I'm just used to it. Why?"

"I dunno. I think I'd rip my clothes off in an hour if I had all that on and it feels like a sauna out there."

"Hm. It just sounds like you want me to take my clothes off."

The joke caught you off guard and you bursted out in a fit of laughter, covering your mouth with your hand. "Would you feel weird if I said you were wrong?" Cause he wasn't.

Chuuya chuckled softly, leaning up between the seats. He spoke, his voice in your ear making you shiver again.

"I wouldn't feel weird. Though I do feel like we should find a secluded place."

You shivered again, looking back at him and licking your lips. "I know just the place."

The sun had just set by the time you drove into the truck stop, brakes squealing as you came to an abrupt stop in between two tractor trailers. You snapped off your seatbelt, leaving the car on as you turned and climbed into the backseat and onto Chuuya's lap.

Your lips connected in a heated kiss, Chuuya's hands slipping up your dress while you pulled his dress shirt out of his pants. As much as you both would have loved to take things slow and savor it, there was no time, and you had to get it done before you were caught.

You broke from the kiss and moaned when Chuuya started to rub on your clit with gloved fingers, your panties pushed to the side. You worked on unbuttoning his pants, feeling his bulge underneath the layers just waiting to be free. He hissed in your ear as you started to stroke him through his underwear, his fingers working faster to get you wet and ready for him.

"Do you always have sex with your clients?" Chuuya asked you, his mouth against yours and you laughed before moaning, kissing him before answering.

"Only the hot ones who I'm sure are criminals," you grinned at him, knocking his hat off his head before kissing him again. "But don't worry, I had to sign an NDA... which probably means my boss isn't as innocent as I think he is."

You finally pulled his cock from his pants, fully stroking him now. Chuuya leaned his head back and moaned, glancing down at you when you stopped, reaching blindly towards the front seat of the car. "What are you doing?"

"Condom..." you answered, finding your purse and producing the small foil packet. "We have to hurry because the truck drivers are always coming in and out..."

"Then hurry the hell up," Chuuya grunted and you scoffed, shutting him up with a rough kiss. He helped you slide the condom on, then he held your panties to the side while you lined yourself up to him.

"Go slow," you muttered as you started to sink down on him, knowing you probably weren't as ready as you should be. Still, you kept sliding down, biting your lip and moaning as Chuuya used his thumb to rub circles on your clit to help you.

"Fuck... you feel good..." he moaned and you smirked back at him, licking your lips as you slowly started to ride him. You grabbed his shoulders, looking the handsome man in his face before kissing him yet again. You kept up the pace for a bit, moaning as the pleasure slowly started to build up. Chuuya gripped onto your hips, pulling you down on his dick as he started to thrust up into you. You cursed when he suddenly bit your lip.

"Bastard," you growled at him, grabbing his face and biting his lip back. Chuuya just laughed, a smug look on his face as he squeezed your hips. He licked your face, all before he started to glow red and suddenly, your body felt weightless.

"Wait- what are you doing?" you gasped, Chuuya now able to effortlessly fuck you up and down on his cock. You cried out in pleasure, confusion leaving your mind as you screwed your eyes shut. "Chuuya, fuck..."

"Yeah, that's good, right?" he groaned, sweat on his forehead as he continued to fuck you. God, you felt so good around him, hot and tight and your moans were heavenly. Too bad this will likely be the last time he saw you, so he had to make it count.

He pulled you down hard, making you cry out again. You reached out, grabbing his collar and yanking him to you to kiss him hard. The car shook, the windows fogging up as you two breathed heavily in the throes of pleasure.

You came first, wave after wave of euphoria coursing through your body from your scalp to your curled toes. You fell limp against Chuuya, him using his strange power to continue fucking you until he finally came, shooting his load into the condom with a loud curse.

"Holy shit... fuck," he cursed again, his red glow disappearing and you finally felt like you were on earth again. You breathed heavily against his chest, Chuuya keeping his hands on your legs as he tried to catch his breath.

You two shared one last, breathless kiss before you climbed out of his lap, fixing yourselves before you weakly climbed back into the driver's seat. You still had to take him the rest of the way to the airport, but you waited until you could feel your legs again.

"Thanks for riding with us," you said playfully after parking at the airport, looking back at him with a smile. "Please give us a five star rating on our website!"

Chuuya snorted and laughed, rolling his eyes at you as he opened his door again without waiting for you. "Sure, for the amazing services and a charming driver." You grinned again and he shook his head, bidding you a quick goodbye before he left. Welp, there he goes. You were going to miss him.

But the smile left your face as you were halfway back home, you slapping your steering wheel. "He didn't tip me!"

But don't worry, for the next day, you got a notification on your phone and saw a very large amount of money was deposited into your bank account. Your jaw dropped as you read the note that came with it.

'You wouldn't have looked good in the uniform anyway.'

You were still in shock, blinking a few times at the many zeroes now in your bank account. You didn't expect that! But wait...

How did Chuuya get your information?

I'm taking requests :)

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[mikhardwheat]

Max and Eddie: Detention is a Family Gathering.

Eddie: okay, I won't ruin the school property anymore, I've learn my lesson, guilty as charged, never happening again

Principal: well, that's it, Munson, you can go now

Eddie: bye, see ya later

Principal: didn't you just sa-

He walks out of the principal's office, locks eyes with Max.

Eddie: no

Max:

Eddie: you can't do that again, Red

Max: but it's funny

Eddie: it was

Eddie: for the first three times

Max: Steve and Robin have shifts, Nancy is tutoring today

Eddie:

Eddie: okay, let's go

He turns around and goes to the principal office. Door opens, principal looks at him in question. He slowly moves away from the doorframe and principal immediately sighs.

They both sit down, Eddie's face is now clear of any emotion.

Eddie: what this little innocent lady could've possibly done wrong? whatever you have to say, it wasn't her fault, I'm sure

Max's knuckles are visibly bruised, there's still blood on her bottom lip and she struggles to keep her laugh inside, when principal sends them both an unimpressed gaze.

Principal: Mr. Munson, I would like to see one of Max's real parents or legal guardians for this meeting

Eddie: I'm the only one available at the moment

Principal: I insist on the matter.

Eddie: I am her emergency contact, and I am here. let's just discuss the issue so we all can go home

Principal: we've already discussed it three times in two weeks, and there was no improvement in Max's behavior, these conversations clearly do not work

Eddie: so what to we do

Principal: parent or guardian, Mr. Munson.

Eddie:

Eddie: I'm not sure if that's a good idea

Eddie: but what can I say... Max, call Steve, would ya?

Max: he's working

Eddie: principal here wants to see a responsible adult who can take some action, since I'm not capable, apparently, so give 'em a responsible adult

Max: Steve isn't a-

Eddie: just do it already, I'm not waiting here til the morning

Max: fine

It takes exactly 7 minutes for Steve to enter the principal's office. He still is in his uniform, breathing uneven - as if he was running. He should've used his car to get there.

Steve: good evening?..

Principal: Mr Harrington?

Steve: that would be me, yes

Principal: and your connection to Max is..?

Steve: I'm her brother. is... is everything okay, what did you need me for?

Principal: please, sit down, there's a lot to discuss

Steve sits down, looking at Max and Eddie beforehand. There is no guilt in those eyes. Eddie's mouth twitches as he tries not to giggle.

Principal: it's the forth time we happen to meet with Max in my office, second one this week

Steve: forth time???

He looks at Eddie again, but he avoids the eye contact, pretending to be interested in the wall's ornament.

Principal: her behavior is questionable, at last. she initiates lots of fights - mostly verbal, but there are physical ones too

Principal: she almost broke a boy's arm today

Steve notices Max's knuckles, and even though his expression seems thoughtful, both Max and Eddie could tell he is, in fact, angry.

Steve: who was it?

Principal: please, elaborate?

Steve: the boy you mentioned to provoke Max?

Principal: Mr. Harrington, I assure you, nobody provoked anyone

Steve: if there was a fight, there was a reason for it too. Who is this "boy" and why isn't he now here, with us?

Principal: I assure you, Jason doesn't need to be here, he wasn't the one to initiate the fight. we're talking about Max's predisposition towards violence

Steve: Eddie, do you know the Jason guy?

Eddie: probably? isn't he the one from the basketball team?

Max: yeah, he's the one

Steve: any idea where can we find him?

Eddie: not sure

Steve, turning to principal: do you have his address or his parents' phone numbers?

Principal: we do, but we're not allowed to share private information of our students

Steve: you are, if there's an emergency

Principal: there's no such thing as emergency-

Steve: didn't you previously say we should do something about Max's behavior?

Principal: you sure can talk it through

Steve: we did that already, you mentioned this meeting to be the forth one

Principal: they were in presence of Mr Munson, yes

Steve: and he can't be silent for more than a minute, so it clearly didn't work.

Steve: and I want to talk to a boy who presumably is the reason why I had to leave my job in the middle of the shift and waste my time here. Let me contact his parents or do it yourself, I don't care.

Steve: you can't expect her to be teached a lesson if she's the only one to be punished for her actions. either I see other kids who were included or I take her home and you don't call me here ever again, and are dealing with Munson instead

Principal:

Principal: I won't call Jason's parents, Mr. Harrington, you should-

Steve stands up.

Steve: then we're finished here. hurry up, kids, I'm driving you home

Steve: thanks for your time

He opens the door, Max and Eddie go through it without a question, principal is left alone in his office.

#eddie munson #max mayfield #steve harrington #eddie and max #steve and max #just steve being a big bro #and responsible adult #how did eddie pull it out three times in a row without anyone noticing? #jason was the agreesor #if you could't tell #max actually did this school a favor #waiting for eddie to graduate wasn't an option #this one is not only long #it's old too #steddie #kinda #character dialogue #dialogue snippet #stranger things ficlet #ficlet

[aromanticbuck]

The Platt Gerwitz Siblings

“You’d better behave while we have that girl in the house.” “Why do I have to live with some little sister I’ve never met, exactly?” “Because your father decided to screw around and make her.” “Then why am I the one being punished?” “Gregory, you are not being punished for your father’s behavior.” “Really? Because it feels like I am.” “It’s only for a few months until the media finds something else to focus on. I’m sure she’ll be out of our hair again by the start of the school year.”

When the whispers began around the city about Gregory Gerwitz III and his affairs, enough people dug a little deeper than the surface. Within days, the articles and blog posts were everywhere, sharing theories with plenty of evidence that there was more than one child in the Gerwitz bloodline. In a desperate attempt to save his reputation and his marriage, Gregory made the decision to bring one of those children into his home, offered a nice house, paid for an expensive education, and that was enough for his lawyers to negotiate for full custody of a daughter.

The girl, Kimberly, was the perfect addition to the household. She was a few months away from starting high school, one signed check away from being accepted into her first year at one of the best prep schools in the city, the perfect age to be taught everything she might need to know for her future, and now every family picture would have every key component - father, mother, son, daughter. She was the perfect solution to all of his problems, and he hardly had to do anything at all - just sign a couple checks, and the paperwork that would legally change her last name to Gerwitz, and one of the extra rooms could easily be converted into any teenage girl’s dream bedroom.

The thing was, Kim didn’t want to be a Gerwitz. She didn’t want to go to an expensive private school with a uniform. She didn’t want to move into the big house. All it held was a father she didn’t even know, a step mother who ignored her existence, and a half brother who would rather scowl at her than actually give her a ride school. It was miserable, and isolating, and she spent all of her free time hidden away in her bedroom with headphones and school books. If she could make it through the next four years until she was a legal adult, she could take the money in whatever bank account her father had set up for her and get out, as far away as she could.

At least, that was her attitude through the summer and the first months of the school year. Then, things started to change.

“Look, Kimberly, I-” “I know you don’t like me, Greg. You don’t have to explain it all to me.” “What? No, I wanted to say... I know my mother can be a lot. She has a lot of high expectations, and a plan for everything. And if anyone deviates from her plan...” “Like her husband moving his child into her home? That’s a pretty big deviation.” “Yeah. Like that. It’s nothing against you, personally, I’m sure.” “Right...” “Do you want to do something today? I have to stay late for practice, but after that?” “What, exactly, would we be doing?” “I don’t know. I didn’t think this far ahead.” “Fine. But your mother will kill us if we’re late for dinner.” “Oh, believe me, I know.”

By the time the first snow of the season started to fall, there was a new energy in the house. Instead of scowling, Greg smirked across the dinner table when certain comments were made. The morning drives to school weren’t spent in silence anymore. Once a week, after they were let out of school and he was done with his fencing coach, they took the long way back to the house and stopped for ice cream. It probably ruined their appetites for dinner, but they both preferred to spend an extra hour together than sit in a quiet house for all that time.

They were pretending less, when it came to family photos, and Greg knew the best hiding spots at the winter charity gala so they didn’t have to mingle and make small talk. He even wove through the crowd so smoothly that he could swipe two glasses of champagne from a passing tray without anyone batting an eye. For the first time, in a dim back office with a little too much alcohol, they were free. There was no family pressure when no one could see them, and there was nothing to do but talk, especially when the champagne ran out and neither of them wanted to risk sneaking out to get more.

Tipsy discussions just happened to lead to secrets and confessions, and a stronger bond than any member of the family could have foreseen.

“Wanna know something else? I think you disrupt my mother’s plans less than I do.” “I doubt it. You’re perfect, and she hates me.” “She doesn’t hate you. She hates what you represent. And I only pretend to be perfect.” “You have a perfect GPA, you spend weekends with homeless animals, and you won all of your matches last year.” “Yeah, I’m perfect, for now. After I graduate next year...” “You’ll be perfect at college?” “She wants me to get a business degree here in Chicago and have an equally perfect girlfriend where all the cameras can see.” “So? You get to take over the family business and have a perfect wife and perfect kids.” “What if... what if I don’t want that? What if I want to go to MIT and have a boyfriend, instead?” “Oh...” “Yeah...” “...welcome to the disappointments, Greg.”

They probably should have known from the very beginning - those first four years weren’t an obstacle to everything she wanted. They were the easy part.

#kim burgess #mouse gerwitz #greg gerwitz #greg mouse gerwitz #cpd #chicago pd #one chicago #the platt siblings #gerwitz siblings* #alex does moodboards #gregory gerwitz iii #thelma gerwitz #we hate the gerwitz parents here #but the kids are good #they're doing their very best #also if you want to know anything about this universe PLEASE ask #many thoughts all about them #they both just want out!!! #anyway yes my inbox is very open

[vampirevatican]

🏫 First day(s) of School w/ Zen

Kindergarten

teaches the baby their parents names and home address

ofc you're there to pick up the baby but just incase

definitely teaches the little one stranger danger

if we're talking albino baby? if his genes passed down?? he's reminding them everyday that it's okay if they think people are weird for wanting to touch them or take videos.

that no matter how old, big or little they are they're allowed to say no if it makes them uncomfortable

probably teaches them a better signal for no, like crossing their arms in an x over themselves or their hair and shouting no

or if they're okay with a friend doing it just not at that current time to hold out a hand like 'stop' and tell them "not right now" or "ask first, please"

very well mannered baby, so gosh darn adorable

definitely has baby drip. their dad is an actor and ofc he'd spoil the baby

when sending them off he holds back tearing up and getting all emotional but as soon as you're both in the car? he's a blubbering, sniffling mess.

"Zenny," your voice sweet to his ears as you reassure him. "Our baby is gonna be okay, I promise. If anything goes wrong we can turn right back around and pick them up." He sniffles, wiping away tears as he lets your words try to settle in and take effect. "Are you sure? You promise?" Glancing over at him, before stopping at a red light, you nodded and reached a hand out to wipe away tear. "I promise" He took your hand and kissed the back of it.

Middle school

School shopping. supplies, clothes, etc. sure it happened a little for kindergarten but that was simpler

Being a bit older now and coming into their kid hood and preteens now, they want specific school supplies merch and accessories

I feel like if it was a private school then the kid would customize tf out of that uniform

Now what style? if they wanted to be rebellious like their dad?? then maybe they'd try to tear up stockings or layer some ripped up ones over those. maybe wear certain stud earrings, try dying their hair.

A public school? I think would be better in them getting to express themselves just a little bit more.

Definitely makes friends and sometimes invites them over

Highschool

Oh. God. the drama. the angst. the emotions.

You're definitely their to help them out but so is Zen

Ya know that line where he's like when life gets hard just think of it like a rehearsal or you're playing a role? Yeah he passed that to his kid

When he can be home he's there to listen to their problems, ofc being pretty opinionated and on his kid's side but you're there to be a neutral third party for when the issue really needs it

Again, personality and style shining through, so their hair is definitely dyed by now and has seen many did styles

A fashion icon? maybe. personally id say yes bc you can't tell me that Zen doesn't spoil his kid.

College

Zen finally tears up again. He was fine with middle and highschool, or maybe he was focused on the present more. Either way he's sobbing again.

You try to help with move in but he of course only has you do light lifting or wheeling something in but that's it

Before leaving you guys get groceries with your kid, pack them away, then go out to eat and come back to the dorm room.

Zen is just looking around, taking it in while you're a little bit more doting this time around.

When y'all leave he's not a whole mess of waterworks. Although he does just goes on and on about the memories. Their first steps, words, foods, friends. Ending with how proud and happy he is to see y'all's kid get to where they are now.

Zen could barely hear you and your child. 'Our child, our baby...' is all he thought as he looked around the room, a smile creeping upon his face and tears threatening to fall. "Oh goodness, zenny, we'll see them again." You addressing him pulls him out of his thoughts a little but what fully brought him down to earth was his now grown up kid almost tackling him in a tight hug. Zen looked surprised but hugged them back and you just crossed your arms letting out a small laugh.

#mysmes #mysme zen #zen mystic messenger #mysmes headcannons #personally? id like twins. one albino baby and the other not. their genes are 50/50. #used no pronouns for the kid bc again... id like twins #or literally just one girl.

[vampsandmagesandpsychics]

When In Rome

"So... you and Macey are, like, training to be spies?" Preston asked, a sleepy smile emerging on his face. "Please tell me that spies in trained wear spandex."

He's laying on the ground in the guest room I'm occupying, and I can't believe I'm telling him all our secrets, it's terrifying, but the reference to our conversation that seems like it was so long ago catches me off guard and I laugh. "I tell you that Macey and I were 2 of the 90 girls currently enrolled in a so-secret-that-some-of-the-government-doesn't-know-about-us private school training us to be spies and you're first response is "do you wear spandex?"?" 

"Girls in spandex are hot," Preston replies, half-shrugging. 

I blush at this, and when I blush, my whole face turns red. I try to move on by actually answering his question, "Gallagher girls are expected to do any physical assignments in their uniforms, regular clothes, and every once in a while, formal wear, because one never knows when your job will require intense physical activity. You can't exactly ask the enemy agent you're pursuing if you can change into bike shorts and a sports bra." 

It's his turn to blush now. He looks me over, and even though I'm wearing his plaid pajama pants and his very-secret-don't-ever-tell-Macey Taylor Swift's Fearless tour shirt, I feel exposed. He pays me back for my sports bra comment with a move so bold that I'm shocked it's coming from Preston Winters and not, like, Milo Ventimiglia. "Well, regular clothes Cammie is pretty hot too, so that's fine with me."

When I say shocked, you may picture me speechless. You probably don't imagine me, who is, once again, a spy in training, to slip out of my position of laying on my side, off the bed, and half on top of Preston. Unfortunately, that is exactly what happened. It was like a scene Courtney Bauers would read out loud in the common room out of one of her well-loved, pink-covered mass markets about billionaires or vampires. He was laughing so hard, he was crying. I started laughing too. The laughs petered out within a few minutes until we were just laying there, faces wet from tears, staring at each other. And that's when he kissed me.

It was nice. Nicer than it had been with Josh. Damn it, Cammie, don't think about Josh. He grabbed my hips and rolled me on top of him. I starting kissing back in earnest. For god's sake, it was nice. He pulled away from my lips, starting down my neck, letting sense enter my brain. What is happening?

I tapped his side once and he stopped. Not all guys would have noticed. Not all guys would have stopped. He was so nice, so perfectly nice. And that's why I had to stop. I was ruining him every second I stayed.

"We can't do this," I say. I couldn't ruin him. And oh god, Macey. Macey would be devastated. And Zach...

"I understand," Preston said, "I'll leave." I didn't stop him as he gathered himself, patting down his hair, straightening his clothes out. When he reached the door, he turned and asked, "Cammie?" I looked towards him. "You were the woman in Philadelphia, weren't you? The one who flirted with me and talked about my suits?"

I close my eyes. I can't believe he remembers that. "Yeah. That was me."

"Did you mean those things?"

I think back, realizing right now that I had been expressing my own opinions back then. When would I ever learn how to lie to a cute boy? "Yes."

He left without saying good night. I pulled the bank heist the next day, never returning to the embassy.

#gallagher girls #ally carter #cammie morgan #preston winters

[buttercupsfrocks]

Greetings, tumblr. I warn you this isn't going to be much of a post for a whole raft of reasons:-

It's hotter than Satan's buttcrack outside and, consequently, inside my un-airconditioned first floor flat.

It's impossible for me to look soigné or remotely put together when I'm a sweaty, irritable mess.

There is a British Gas engineer currently boring holes in the outside walls of my flat with the aim of relocating my gas meter. The same thing is going on in my downstairs neighbours' flat. We have no say in this noisy, intrusive, cat-terrorising folderol. They've been threatening to do it for four years and we are literally the last house in the last street to be done. 'twas ever thus.

I had in fact written about two thirds of this original post and saved it as a draft. Tumblr since appears to have eaten that draft and washed it down with a nice Chianti. I have since lost the will to live.

My hair, as you can see, looked like crap when I took these pics.

The reason my hair looks like shite is because twelve days ago I had a cataract in my right eye removed and getting one's 'do done is not recommended for a couple of weeks after surgery.

Prior to surgery I had to take out my right contact lens and affect an eye-patch for a couple of weeks. I did not look piratical. Mainly because the size and positioning of my ears made the elastic intolerable after twenty minutes tops. Instead I had to make do with a Moorfields eyeshield stuffed with tissues and stuck to my face with Micropore. In 40ºC.

I'm hoping to get the left eye sorted late September/early October. A few weeks after that I'll find out whether I'll still need to wear contact lenses for distance and what prescription my new readers will be.

So, yeah, cataracts. Only partial but rubbish genetics on my paternal grandmother's side have resulted in those and an official diagnosis of Pathological Myopia along with a squint I didn't even know I had. The cataract/next-best-thing-to-blind double whammy has been causing me double vision and a blind spot in my right eye for years and the situation was becoming critical. I'd also experienced occular migraines during lockdown, though I think they were down to stress. But, in short, my eyesight was a shitshow and I'd gotten whiplash from the conflicting advice I've received by eye specialists the length and breadth of London. I'm relieved to say Moorfields cataract department got the last word. Thus far I'm optimistic. Three weeks ago I couldn't read the numbers on buses unless I was physically boarding one. Now I could probably see them from space.

But back to the main content of the post. Identically-cut Monki frock, gingham edition. Thus far they've offered this design in black, beige, light blue, orange, and lilac gingham. But there's a reason why the emerald green variation called to my heart.

Between the ages of 4 and 9 I attended a tiny private co-educational school. Admittedly this was many years ago but even then it was quaint and anachronistic. It was run by three sisters called Fowle and I had an elocution teacher who was older than God's dog and still wore long skirts and a bonnet. On Mondays we had to march, in single file, around the room we took dance classes in, in freshly whitened plimsoles to the strains of what later became the theme music to Monty Python's Flying Circus; this mysterious custom was known as Drill. We walked to the Headmistress's home for lunch every day, which was cooked by the kinder of her two sisters. That's how small the school was. It was also attended by kids of every conceivable nationality and ethnicity, and after it closed in the early 70s, the building subsequently became one of Erin Pizzey's shelters for women fleeing somestic violence.

As a sprog my summer school uniform featured a green gingham dress, which I always rather liked. But – get this – the size of the gingham squares increased proportionally with the age and height of the wearer. So, while my dresses had teeny tiny squares on them, the "seniors" had big ones on theirs. By the time I was of high school age and attending a different institution, sixth formers were no longer required to wear uniform, but as soon as I clocked this dress the exotic allure of achieving Big Green Square Status came rushing back and I knew I had to claim it.

Stay weird, tumblr. (And hydrated).

#fatshion #plus size style #Monki #what i'm wearing #older lady style

[lythea-creation]

My Boyfriend's Sister - Layan x fem Faten reader (Part 1)

summary: What happens when Layan realizes that she's in love with her boyfriend's sister? What will she do and how will Laith react when he finds out?

warnings: family issues

word count: 2.081

Author's note: Feel free to check out my Masterlists and make requests. No reposting please! Reblogging, comments and requests are always appreciated. If you like the story/my writing, please don't be shy to say it via comments or asks! It takes you a few seconds and might make my day. It's the best appreciation you can show to a writer you like.

I'm going to write a second part for this. Feel free to make suggestions.

The story isn't proof read yet.

@fictionlover thanks for the request and for being patient. I didn't paste the request here because it's so long.

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Layan's PoV

“Hey! Earth to Layan”, Rania ripped me out of my thoughts. “What's gotten into you?”, she wondered with a chuckle.

“Sorry. I was just daydreaming about Laith”, I enlightened her with a happy smile.

“So I guess your date was great”, she noted smirking.

“Yeah, I just wish we didn't have to hide all the time”, I considered.

“One day you won't have to anymore”, Rania reminded me.

I nodded, but was kept from anything as Miss Abeer started the lesson: “Girls, I need to make an announcement. Our strict class system was criticized by one of our major sponsors. Therefore we will do more projects with the other classes starting today. Each of you will get paired with a student of another class. Your partner will be drawn randomly.”

Of course the day had to be ruined like that. Discussing such a minor thing was not worth it though.

Miss Abeer took a box from her desk and handed it to someone to pass it through the class.

I took one of the small folded papers and passed the box on.

(f/n) Faten. Of course I had to get the principals daughter. At least I would probably get a good grade.

I took a look at the board.

Miss Abeer had written down several unfamiliar names.

“Everyone who has drawn a name that is written down on the board has to go over to their classroom. The rest stays here”, she instructed us.

Luckily (f/n)'s name was not on the board. So I could relax and wait.

“Guess I gotta go”, Rania declared and left the room with her stuff.

Soon later half of the class was gone and the students from the other class appeared.

I was not really looking forward to this project. So I figured it would be best to get over with it as fast as possible. Hence I began reading the task and text.

“Hey. You're Layan, right?”, a soft voice addressed me.

“Yeah”, I replied absentmindedly before looking up at her.

I caught myself staring at her for far too long. How could the uniform suit her so well?

“But wait! How do you know me? I think we've never met?”, I realized.

“Um ...”

God! She was blushing and it was the cutest thing I had ever seen.

“Never mind”, I brushed it off. “Let's just do the tasks.”

She nodded and started reading everything.

Honestly it was hard for me to concentrate now with her sitting right in front of me. What was all of this supposed to mean? Was it because she seemed to be shy and was therefore basically the opposite of the people I was usually spending time with?

“Uh … are you done reading?”, she pulled me back to reality.

I had not noticed how much time had already passed.

“I read some of it before you arrived here”, I avoided her question.

She went on to talk about the topic for a while and asked me questions about it every now and then. Obviously she was smarter than most of our year.

“Okay. So we're finished with the text, but we're supposed to search for more information on the internet, right?”, I reassured.

“Yes, I'm gonna get us a tablet”, she announced and made her way over to the front desk where several tablets were situated. Good thing about a prestigious private school.

(f/n) placed the tablet in front of me and put her chair next to mine to make sure we could both take a proper look at the screen.

My focus was rather on her closeness though. Why was my heart beating so fast? Usually I did not have any problems with that. The only exception was Laith and even with him it was not this bad.

“Dammit, Layan! Don't tell me you're seriously in love with Ms. Faten's daughter”, Rania remarked when I told her everything.

“In love? Why should I be in love with her? I'm with Laith, remember?”, I stated.

“Is he still on your mind though? Because to me it clearly looks like you got yourself a big new crush”, she noted seriously.

And if Rania was being serious it had to mean something.

“But everything with Laith is just starting to get more comfortable”, I pointed out.

“Okay. Let's put this differently! Who would you prefer to spend time with right now?”, Rania questioned.

I stayed silent.

“Do you wanna be close to her? See her, be with her, touch her even in the smallest ways?”, Rania considered.

“Yes, I guess”, I admitted.

“Have you ever felt this strongly around Laith?”, she wondered.

“I … no. No not like this”, I confessed.

“I think you're in love with (f/n). Damn, Layan! What do you wanna do now?”, Rania exclaimed.

“I dunno. I mean … what am I supposed to do? I don't even know if she likes me and Laith is great. I don't wanna screw everything up. I really like Laith. Just not as much as I like (f/n)”, I realized.

“We have more lessons on the partner project to finish it. Just try to make a move on her and see how she reacts”, Rania suggested.

I nodded at her idea.

But the next time (f/n) and I worked together I could not gather the courage to bring the topic on in the slightest. She was so focused on the task that I was not even sure if she really noticed me.

During the third lesson together I at least managed to try to make a proper conversation.

“You're really hard-working”, I noted.

“Well … I need an A on this”, she proclaimed.

“Why? I mean it's just one of many projects. I'm sure it doesn't make that much of a difference”, I assumed.

“You've no idea”, she mumbled so quietly that I almost did not hear it. “My mom has high expectations”, she enlightened me. “Anything but an A is a disgrace for her. I can't bring shame over her name after all.”

“Sounds rough”, I stated quietly.

She had to be under a lot of pressure. I had not even considered that.

“You know that you aren't just defined by your grades though, don't you?”, I inquired.

She looked at me surprised before looking back down on her notes.

The bell signaled the end of the lesson and therefore my time with (f/n). I still had not made any progress in telling her my feelings for her.

“We need to do the presentation next Monday. Do you want to come over to my place to finish everything tomorrow?”, she offered.

Going over to her house on a Saturday. “It's not a date. You're just doing school work. Calm down!”, I screamed at myself in my head.

“Sure. How about twelve?”, I suggested.

She nodded and scribbled something onto a paper before handing it to me. “Just text me if anything comes up”, she noted.

Now I had her number and address. That was some kind of success at least.

“So how did it go?”, Rania wanted to know later leading me to show her the noted (f/n) had written me.

“It's about finishing the project, but at least she invited me over to her place. Maybe I'll get a better opportunity there”, I hoped.

“You can do it, Layan”, Rania cheered me on.

When I was at home I requested Hazem to drive me over to (f/n)'s place.

“It's a school project with the principals daughter. So there's no need to worry”, I immediately added.

“Fine then. I'll drive you”, he agreed.

I thanked him and the next day I was standing in front of (f/n)'s house.

Of course her mom opened the door. “Hello, Layan. (f/n) is waiting in her room upstairs. It's the second on the left”, she greeted me.

“Okay. Thank you, Ms. Faten”, I replied with a polite smile.

The last thing I needed right now was more trouble with (f/n)'s mom. We had had more than enough terrible encounters in the past.

As expected the house was huge, but a bit lifeless.

Hesitantly I knocked on (f/n)'s door waiting for her answer before entering the room.

(f/n)'s room was the complete opposite of the rest of the house. It was comfortable and decorated with pictures and plants.

“Hey”, she greeted me with a shy smile.

Why did she have to be so cute?

“Hey! Your room is cozy”, I stated.

“Thanks. Yeah, you saw the lifeless decoration downstairs”, she alluded.

My eyes stopped at one particular photo and I could not help but pick the frame up.

“Sorry, Laith isn't here. He spends most of his time at his beloved bachelor pad”, she enlightened me.

“So you're his sister?!” It was rather a conclusion than a question.

“Yeah. That's why I knew how you look like. I just didn't want you to judge me as his sister”, she proposed.

“So he told you about me?”, I wondered.

“A lot actually. He's raving about you a lot. I get why. Mom doesn't know though”, she informed me.

“But his last name is Radwan”, I recalled puzzled.

“He wanted to keep dad's last name after the divorce”, she pointed out.

“Shit”, I mumbled.

“Sorry. He probably should have told you himself that our mom is the principal, but he was afraid that it would scare you off or something”, she defended her brother.

I had fallen in love with both siblings. How pathetic! Now everything was way more complicated. Should I simply ignore my feelings for (f/n)? One look at her told me that I could not do that.

“(f/n), I need to tell you something pretty bad and I hope you won't hate me after it”, I admitted.

Her concerned eyes seemed to be boring into my soul.

“I know I'm dating Laith, but I realized that I'm in love with somebody else”, I confessed.

I could not read the expression on her face, but if I had to call it anything I would say distressed.

“It's you. I've fallen in love with you”, I continued.

“What?”, she stammered overwhelmed.

“I didn't plan to. But I can't ignore it now. I will definitely break up with Laith because it wouldn't be fair to be with him while loving his sister”, I pronounced.

“Are … Are you serious?”, she questioned.

I nodded.

“We … we can't ...”

“Wait! You're considering being in a relationship with me?”, I interrupted her.

“No, I'm not. I can't do that to Laith. He doesn't deserve it”, she claimed.

“But you want to?”, I inquired.

“That doesn't matter”, she shot back.

“Yes, it does. Do you have feelings for me?”, I asked her.

“Yes, I do. But that doesn't change anything. I won't do that to him”, she insisted.

“You're stubborn. Honestly I kinda like that”, I noted making her blush. “Now back to the topic. What are you doing for yourself? You're working hard to get amazing grades for your mother. You're ignoring your feelings, so you won't hurt your brother. What about you?”

She averted my eyes.

“What is it?”, I worried.

“Mom would be furious if she found out. Me being gay. You out of all people being my girlfriend. And she will absolutely despise me when she gets to know that I stole you away from Laith. Laith is her golden boy”, she stated.

“But will you seriously be happier by hiding?”, I wondered.

When she did not react I cupped her cheek with my hand.

She leaned into my touch and I could not help but smile at that.

“You deserve to be loved for who you are”, I told her.

Suddenly she started crying and I did not hesitate to pull her into my arms. It was like all the pressure was finally catching up to her.

After a while she pulled away from me, apologized and disappeared inside the bathroom.

When she returned she took me completely off guard. She kissed me. Had I broken her now?

Part 2

#al rawabi school for girls #layan x fem reader #lgbtqia + #angst #romance #fluff #drama #high school drama #love #faten reader #family issues

[ima4shie]

Ineffable, Emma Sano

Warning: Death

"It's finding someone willing to surrender in the middle of this world of people afraid of love. It's that year-end trip with the right person that we've waited so long to find.

it is what is narrated by sighs and smiles. "

- Hey Emma, your hair is so beautiful! What makes it look like this? - Some of the girls in the class spoke. Their voices were so thin it could make my ears bleed, and to prevent such a tragedy, I grabbed my best friends, aka my headphones, and turned the music on full blast. I felt eyes on me but I ignored it, I didn't have enough strength to lift my head at that time. Okay... it was 4:30 pm, classes had just ended and I was going to go home soon, but it wasn't like anyone was waiting for me. I just wish everyone at school would leave so I could leave too without having to face anyone, without having to listen to stupid comments about how the way I dressed my uniform is weird, or how my hair was too different and made others "uncomfortable", or whatever, I've never been made fun of, but the ladies' room is full of gossip and you never know who might be in the stalls while others are getting ready in the mirror and talking some shit.

Note to self for the day: If ever I have girl friends, don't gossip or don’t gossip in the bathroom at least. Pft, yeah, that was never going to happen anyway. Whatever. I got up after taking a...half hour nap I think as it was 5pm. At this hour hardly anyone was in school, so I got up and got my things, luckily for me (and the principal's bad luck), schools were open quite late, there were no club activities that day, so no balls of baseball in my head today, I think baseballs are attracted to me. I saw a yellow and white dot on the entrance gate - and exit - of the school, was it a student? Probably, they wore the uniform, but I forgot my glasses today. I passed by them but ignored them, following my path.

- Hey! Victoria! - They called me, I looked and it was... Emma? How did she know my name? She was in my class, yeah, but she had so many friends that if I had to memorize more than three of their names it would erase an important memory from my head. - Are you going home? - I nodded, even though it was a lie. - I'll go with you! - She said. I sighed and looked at her, she was shorter than I thought.

- I'm not going home, I'm going to the beach first. - I ended up speaking the truth. As it was already summer I was going to buy isomething to eat on the beach as I used to do with my father.

- Can I accompany you?

- Why would you accompany me?

-Ah, I don't know, to keep you company probably. - She used irony. Great, I loved having the company of people in private, personal moments. - Can I?

- Ok. - I couldn't say "no" for some reason. We walked to a market that was close to the beach, I bought strawberry ice cream that came in a small bowl and water, Emma got chips and soda. On the way to the beach she was talking about something about her brother and grandfather or something. I did not listen. It wasn't hot or cold, it was perfect weather, taking away some of the lingering wind. I sat on the sand, was it disgusting? It was, that sand invaded several places on my body, but I loved that feeling, the sand sticking to my legs and hands. The notalgia, am I strange?

- Oh! Man, I hate sand. Emma sat next to me. - You can see the sunset here, how pretty!

- Yeah, I think so. - I commented, I looked at Emma, ​​she was watching the sunset. The stars already appeared in the sky but without the company of the moon today. Emma looked amazed, had she never seen this? The wind got a little stronger, nothing bothersome. Emma was beautiful, everyone knew that, but looking closely, she had such pure beauty, unlike me, Her expression was pained, someone who has lost but continues to try, it hurts, she still has joy and purity in her body even though she obviously has been through some things that would break a weak soul like mine. She was strong, I think I admire her for that. I think I envy her. - Never seen it before? - I asked, breaking the silence between us for the first time.

- Never, as I said before, gangs and all... I rarely stay alone late on the street, honestly I shouldn't even be here. - She paused, was silent, not awkward but…comfortable. She looked at me and saw that I was looking at her, for the first time I could look someone in the eyes, they were shining, her face looked flushed, her eyes. She had the eyes of someone who could love, they had life, feelings. - It's cool to break the rules, it makes me feel more alive. - I lay down on the sand, I couldn't look into her eyes anymore, I felt like I was going to cry, I faced the brightness of the stars instead. Emma also lay down.

- I feel the same. - I said after a few minutes of silence. - Who are you? - I asked. Who was she? What was she doing there, beside me? What did she want? How could someone make me feel so much at once, in so few hours?

- It depends on your perspective, Tori. - She said with a smile and gave me... a new nickname? When did we gain so much intimacy? Was I imagining her there? A reflection of who I want to be? No, I don't want to be like her. A hallucination, someone I want to have by my side to accompany me, to comfort me. I feel so alone. - The stars cannot shine brighter than now. - I closed my eyes and sat down, covered my face with my hands and cried. I cried a lot. I cried like I never did before in my entire life. If I didn't I would die.

- I'm going to die, I'm going to die too. - I tried to speak through sobs and tears. - I'm so lonely. - Emma hugged me, listened to me. Was it a product of my imagination? Or an angel perhaps? She helped me, I feel complete now, even if she is no longer by my side, Emma. I am no longer afraid to feel. I don't know why you’re gone, but it happened, I don't know why they forbade us to look at the same sky again, together. I know you can see me, just as I see you above this sky that was ours that day. I remember you said you couldn't make the stars shine brighter, but for some reason, they shine brighter now that you're with them.

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

260 of 2022

Reblog | Answer honestly;

Do you have a pair of Beat headphone?

Yeah, the blue ones. Literally the best headphones I’ve ever had.

How was your week?

Pretty good, but lazy. Looking forward to tomorrow so I can see at least one of the guys I like. Or maybe them both if I’m lucky :D

Are any of your electronics not working properly at the moment?

My tablet is charging, and my older phone has broken camera lens.

Are you excited to pick out your wedding dress one day?

Why would a guy even pick a dress for himself?

When was the last time you felt relieved?

Three days ago, when I realised something. But at the same time I got more tense.

Does it bother you when artist remake a song that one has previously done?

Nah, I like to compare.

What brand of chapstick do you use?

I don’t, never did and never will.

Do you really think someone could be perfect?

I believe everyone has their own idea of perfection and something like “universal/objective perfection” doesn’t even exist. So yes, someone could be.

When was the last time you cried?

30+ years ago? I hate this question, it occurs in literally every survey.

What’s a food that you like every once in awhile but not often?

Sushi.

What letter is the song you’re listening to under?

I’m not listening to any song at the moment.

Would you rather visit the 60s or 70s?

70s, I think.

Are you the type of person that enjoys getting hugs?

Only from the right people. Otherwise, I’m not a very tactile person.

Do your socks say anything on them?

No, they don’t.

Name a TV channel that only has three letters in it.

Een.

Have you found out who your true friends are?

Yes, when I had that accident.

Gray or Grey?

Grey, it’s more natural to me.

Will you be buying concert tickets any time soon?

No. I don’t even go to concerts.

Have you seen the movie The Perks of Being a Wallflower? Did you like it?

I haven’t even read the book, and I’m absolutely not interested in seeing the movie.

Is there something you’d fall apart if you didn’t have?

Yes, some people in my life.

How many weddings have you been to?

Four, including mine. 5th one comes next year.

When you smile, are you confident?

Not always. Depends on the situation and on the person.

Have you ever not done something b.c you were afraid of getting in trouble?

I don’t think so. I wasn’t an easy person as a teenager, I must admit.

Was the weather beautiful today?

No. Now it’s sunny, but also cloudy, and it was even more cloudy at the morning.

Do you have to have a fan on when you sleep?

No, never.

Would you rather have an orange, red or gray bedroom?

Orange, but light.

Would you ever dye part of your hair blue?

I’d do it whole.

Have you ever gone to a private school?

Yeah, our uni is private.

Is Finding Nemo a favorite movie of yours?

Ew, movies. No, it’s not.

Does/Did your school have a uniform?

No, never.

Turn on the TV. What channel are you on?

Een.

Does your house have security cameras?

No, it doesn’t. Who needs them if you live on a calm street and you’re a working class?

Does a popsicle sound good right now?

No. Not at all.

What’s your favorite exercise workout?

Anything for the arms.

What’s your favorite thing to do?

Travelling.

What did you do for your 17th birthday?

It was 15 years ago, I don’t remember. Probably being miserable.

Does your local Walmart have benches in them to rest?

My local what? Threre’s no Walmart in Europe, you know?

Was your favorite stuffed animal really a teddy bear growing up?

No, I always hated teddy bears.

If your house was haunted, what would you do?

Deal with it. Who believes in that bullshit.

Are you crazy in love currently?

In love, but not crazy.

Are you good at swimming?

Nope, I can’t swim at all. Yeah I was born and raised by the sea.

What’s worse: Slow internet or slow walkers?

Both, hands down.

What is the rudest thing a guy has ever done to you?

Offered sex, but didn’t offer love. I don’t play this shit.

Do you sleep with the sheets tucked in or out?

Out. I need space for my legs.

What do you do to fall asleep faster?

Nothing, I just lie there.

Do you carry a bottle of water wherever you go?

Nop, I carry a bottle of juice.

Are you afraid that one day you might get cancer?

After this accident I don’t even think about such things. Anyone can get cancer, stroke, paralysis etc.

Are you a fast or slow walker?

Very fast. Almost on the verge of running.

Do you usually have to wear a belt with your pants?

I should because I’m slender and all my trousers are too big, but nope, I don’t do it.

Does it bother you when people’s underwear hangs out?

I don’t look at people’s butts. I have better things to do.

Are you usually the person to try new things with your hair?

Nah, I’m pretty boring about it. I just dye it and use hair gel or wax.

When’s your birthday?

Every year.

What age do you look forward to reaching?

I want to be immortal. *unrealistic wishes*

Name a state that begins with the letter M.

Missouri? I don’t care about the States.

What’s the first thing you do after a car accident?

Check if everyone is okay and then call the ambulabce if necessary.

What do you use to get rid of bad breath?

I brush my teeth. Or if I can’t, chewing gum is an option.

What exercise do you hate the most?

Running.

What do you do at a party?

Get drunk and eat all the snacks.

#survey #q&a survey #random survey