#i know where his class will be tomorrow and when so i could in theory wait outside the classroom until he shows up and demand an explanatio

[saturnsuv]

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#okay besties it’s time for an insane personal post #so i downloaded a dating app bc i was bored and i didn’t actually expect to meet anyone but then i did meet this guy that i actually liked #and we’d been talking consistently every day for like a week #then we met up on campus and got starbucks and sat outside the library and talked #and then i sat in his lap and we made out for a while but that’s not important #anyway. everything seemed to have gone fine like there was no indication he wasn’t equally enjoying himseld #he made references to us seeing each other again in the future #and he’d even said ‘i don’t ghost people even if we don’t work out i’d still want us to be friends’ #so then i get home after we’ve spent like an hour making out #and he’s blocked me #now. the question here besties is that i know where i can find him #i know where his class will be tomorrow and when so i could in theory wait outside the classroom until he shows up and demand an explanatio #im aware this is insane. like i know i sound absolutely nuts #however i am tired of being nice and i would like to go apeshit #i’ve had it with guys who do this and also he’s fully aware that i live my life in the science building where his class will be #he did this knowing there’s a very high chance he will run into me #so like. so what if i make him run into me on purpose #i want to smash his kneecaps is that so wrong #sam speaks

[90ekz]

across the map.

☾ summary: usually onyankapon likes to keep his face shaven and sleek, but once he notices how you can’t keep your eyes off his new facial feature, he has other plans.

☆ tags: black fem reader, chubby reader, facial hair kink (??? idk man), sub!ony for like 2 seconds, overstimulation, porn w small plot, teasing, creampie, p in v, liberal use of “ma” & “mama”, mention of pregnancy, not proofread, vaginal fingering, onyan & y/n are roommates in college, business major onyan <3

♡ a/n: sorry for being gone so long, i’ve literally been so busy 😭😭, but thank y’all for 500 followers !!! the support means the world to me.

it wasn’t even intentional.

onyankapon had gotten so busy with his classes overseas that he’d slipped up on his weekly shave. he typically didn’t grow facial hair very fast anyway, but all of a sudden his goatee was sprouting like weeds.

he couldn’t figure out why, until he’d locked eyes with the facial serum connie had gifted him for his birthday. dumbass.

in theory, onyankapon should’ve already shaved it. he told himself that he wouldn’t do it the night before his flight, but he really didn’t have time to keep up with that promise.

and he was lazy.

onyankapon tried to ignore it, but everytime he went to touch his face he was reminded of it, and it just made him cringe. he was finally going home to you tomorrow, and he wanted to look perfect for his baby.

when he’d left home three weeks ago, you were so sympathetic and understanding about the lack of time you were gonna have to talk but still a bit somber, knowing your conversations would be reduced to good morning & good night texts.

now, he stood over his hotel room sink, attempting to both not fall asleep and shave at the same time.

it wasn’t working.

“fuck it. not even finna do allat,” he just flicked the bathroom light off, knowing had a long flight in the morning and it was already nearing one in the morning. he just hoped you wouldn’t be too uncomfortable with his stubble.

the next morning, onyankapon felt his lips curl upward when he received a million texts of you being so giddy about him coming home.

sweet cheeks 🤞🏾: BAE

sweet cheeks 🤞🏾: OMG BABY UR COMING HOME 2DAY

sweet cheeks 🤞🏾: HAVE A GOOD FLIGHT BABY ILYSMMMM

the whole flight home, all onyankapon could think of was your plush lips against his and that round ass that he would inevitably be fondling soon. the woman next to him probably thought he was a psychopath from the way he was randomly giggling to himself.

walking off the plane and eventually into the baggage pick up area where he finally saw your face for the first time in almost a month, onyankapon was overwhelmed.

the way your face lit up when you saw him, your body in that pretty little skims dress, god.

he felt like he was in love again for the first time.

you threw yourself into his arms and he was just as excited to see you, but he couldn’t help but kneed the fat of your ass as you kissed him senseless.

“have some shame, we’re in public.”

“can’t help it. my sweet lil’ thing, i missed you…” you gasped as he gripped your ass once more, but not for the reason he thought you did. your eyes had finally zeroed in on his newly bearded face, and you couldn’t help the ache that suddenly appeared downward.

you never saw onyankapon’s facial hair, or rather, he never even gave you the opportunity to see it. as soon as you jokingly commented on how his stubble was tickling you, he was in the bathroom with the door locked while the clippers released a small whirring sound in the background.

you’d always been curious. you liked a lil goatee here and there, but it was never a major turn on or anything.

but on your nigga? yeah, you needed him bad.

he wet his lips as he peered down at you, even giving you a peek of his shiny diamond grill as he smiled at you. you trailed behind him slightly as he led you to your car, trying not to stumble from the heartbeat down below.

“shiiii, slut me out.”

“whatchu say, ma?”

“nun! cmon boy, you walk slow.”

onyankapon let his hands wander the whole drive home. on your thigh, rubbing against your nipples, even rubbing small circles onto your clit at one point.

you two barely got into the house before onyankapon was caging you against the wall and attacking your neck with his teeth. all you could hyperfocus on was the scratch of his beard against your sensitive skin.

your hand snaked to rub the sweet spot on his neck, smiling to yourself as he turned to putty. he smiled into your neck, his own hands wandering under the seam of your dress. his eyebrows jumped upward at your wetness.

“fuck.. all this for me mama?” you nod weakly as he immediately pushes two fingers knuckle deep into you, already knowing that you’d been preparing yourself for when he got home.

any words this man was saying to you were barely making it into your ears. anytime onyankapon spoke, you were immediately drawn to his lips and chin, and just how mature he looked.

it was almost sophisticated.

“been gone for so long and you won’t even focus on me. makin’ me sad, baby.” onyankapon breathed out, still a bit in disbelief that you were finally in his arms again. his fingers worked an almost melodic rhythm inside of your cunt, while his palm kept your clit company.

“more—fuck, onyyy,” you couldn’t help but whine out louder as his stubble scratched against your neck once more. the scratch only added to the knot threatening to burst in your stomach.

“shit, get these off mama.” onyankapon tugged at your dress and the panties underneath, silently begging you to get rid of them.

“you nasty.”

“you want me to make you nut or nah?” you just smacked your lips and removed your dress. his eyebrow quirked when you didn’t immediately take off the panties and bra accompanying it, but he dropped to his knees nonetheless.

you shivered at his warm breath ghosting against your clothed pussy. he continued to lap and lick at you, leaving a heavy feeling in your gut.

yet you still wanted more.

you wanted more for the sole purpose of feeling his chin hair scratch and rub against your pussy, your neck, all over you, wherever he wanted.

“c-can you—fuck!” onyankapon just smiled at you, already knowing what you wanted him to do, all you needed to do was beg for it. he just continued his skillful movements, just wanting to tease you for a little longer.

“what can i do for you, my love?”

onyankapon struggled to conceal his laugh, because he expected that you wouldn’t beg to him, not without a lot of coaxing that is.

what he didn’t expect was for you to slip your panties down while he wasn’t looking and stuff his face nose-deep in your cunt without warning. his eyes grew wide as you started shamelessly fucking his face, while he struggled to not choke on his own moans.

between your essence dripping down his chin, the grip on the back of his neck and your whines, onyankapon’s cock found itself getting much stiffer much quicker than he anticipated.

every bump of your clit against his nose against his nose sent a zap to his dick. he just sat and took it, his grip on your thighs tightening so much that he started to wonder if he was gonna break skin.

sex with ony’ wasn’t usually this rough, but three weeks away from each other had your bodies screaming the second you came together again. he really didn’t know how you’d react to seeing him again, but he hadn’t considered that you’d be this dominant.

neither did he think about how much he’d like it.

you pulled him away suddenly, presumably so he could catch his breath. onyankapon could swear that you were talking to him, but his mind was completely gone.

“‘m sorry, mama. ‘shouldn’t have done it, just lemme please you.”

before you could respond, his tongue was roughly digging you out, his grip on your waist being the only thing keeping you on earth. he didn’t stop licking until you’d cum on his tongue twice and were begging him to stop.

“ooh, ony—too much..”

he barely cared, making that known as he continued to press kitten licks to your sensitive hole.

“hey—boy are you even listening to me?” onyankapon gave you a stank look as you pushed him away with your foot. you couldn’t help but laugh at how badly this nigga wanted you.

“i wasn’t done.” suddenly you were being flipped over and onyankapon’s thick cock was laying against the skin of your stomach. he looked just about ready to rip you apart.

he gave your clit a few taps before pushing home, the action making your eyes roll back. he didn’t hesitate to slam himself into you roughly back to back, the meat of your ass slamming against his balls.

onyankapon began to kiss on your neck, and smirked into the crook of it when he felt your cunt spasm around him.

“missed you so much ony—needed t-this..”

“fuck, missed you so much more.. such a good girl…” his thrusts only sped up as you whined his name louder and louder with each kiss his cock placed against your cervix. his grip on your waist was tight enough to leave bruises, as he latched onto you like he was afraid you’d slip away from him.

without any warning, onyankapon strokes his fingers against your clit, and your losing your mind while cumming on his cock. he just coos at you, wondering what he did to deserve you. the overstim quickly sets in though, and you’re not-so quietly begging him to slow down.

“shhh, i know you can give me one more ma, i know you can…”

‘one more’ turned into two, three, and eventually four drawn out orgasms, all sprayed onto onyankapon’s lower abdomen. fuckin’ liar. “mmhm, want me to nut in you mama? want this mini-me in you, yeah?” all you could do is nod weakly as he pumped you full, his thrusts finally slowing. your eyes cracked open to see him smirking down at you while he languidly stroked your cheek to make sure you were still with him.

“you so cute. you still with me?”

“mmm.”

onyankapon just smirked as he got some things to wipe you up with. after a few minutes, you finally started to sit up and recover, only to get an immediate attitude with him.

“i can’t believe i let you nut in me,” you mumbled as he turned on the newest episode of General Hospital. he just laughed at you, not being worried considering you’re on birth control.

“you’re so into the beard, you woulda begged me to anyway.” you just scoffed before walking to the bathroom to pee, knowing that he was right but not wanting to admit it.

“i was not.”

#anime #aot headcanons #aot smut #aot spoilers #onyankopon x reader #onyankopon snk #aot onyankopon #onyankopon x black y/n #onyankopon smut #black!fem!reader #aot x chubby reader #aot x black reader #aot imagines #i missed writing but i did need that break tbh lol #will syno admit that they’re mentally ill or will they keep writing smut ? find out next week on dragon ball z ! #syno’s picks 💌

[pedropascallme]

Office Hours

Pairing: professor!Damien Haas x f!Reader

Summary: "'I’m sorry,' Your gaze settled on the knot in his tie before moving upwards to look him in the eye. 'I’ve been—I guess I’ve just been getting easily distracted…big room, lots of people.' Hot professor."

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI), implied age gap (Damien is his actual current age, reader is 20-22), student/teacher relationship, spanking, dirty talk, praise kink, fingering, oral (m & f receiving), p in v, spitting, cum play, Medieval German literature (it needs a warning trust me), mild dom/sub dynamics, kinda softdom!Damien. If I missed anything please let me know!!

AN: Fuck it Damien Haas fic because that man has been tormenting me with his new hair and 5 o'clock shadow. I guess I write for the Smosh cast now.

He wasn’t wearing his glasses today.

His hair was pushed up, and you noticed he fiddled with it out of habit; short bangs falling over his face when he got into a point he was making before he pushed it back out of his face. It was an endless cycle.

His tie was ever so slightly loose around his neck, the first button of his shirt undone so that you could see the muscles in his neck quirk when he laughed.

If only you spent as much time studying for Professor Haas’s class as you did daydreaming about him, you might not be struggling to follow along with the lecture he was giving. But it all went in one ear and out the other; too focused on the way you could see his sharp upper teeth when he smiled at one of your peers, happy to answer a question. You liked the topic, in theory—really, you were taking the class for a reason, if Intro German Literature hadn’t appealed to you, you wouldn’t have signed up for it during your course registration, never mind that the man who taught it was young and pretty and sharp as a fucking tack. But you got so caught up with your own imagination, listening to his voice and the way he read lines of text that you otherwise wouldn’t have tossed a second glance toward.

And suddenly, it was your favorite class, and your lowest grade.

Your eyes flickered to the clock on the wall just as Professor Haas dismissed the class, his own line of sight cornering you where you sat. You packed your laptop away into your bag and began to follow your classmates out of the room when you heard your name called.

“Do you have a minute?” Dr. Haas leaned against the podium at the front of the room, looking concerned. You walked to the front of the lecture hall, fiddling with the straps of your bag and silently encouraging him to speak up again. “You’re not in trouble, I just—your grades are slipping. It feels unlike you.” He furrowed his brow, standing up straight to face you, and you hoped the fluorescent lighting did an alright job of hiding the blush that crept over your cheeks.

Busted.

“I’m sorry,” Your gaze settled on the knot in his tie before moving upwards to look him in the eye. “I’ve been—I guess I’ve just been getting easily distracted…big room, lots of people.” Hot professor.

“You don’t have to be sorry,” and he spoke with such sincerity that you almost believed him, the mortification seeping into your bones as if he knew exactly what was distracting you. “I know you’re a good student—honestly, I don’t blame you for getting distracted in here.”

“Yeah, it’s a shame, especially since Hildebrandslied is usually such an easy read.” You tried your hand at a joke to ease the tension you felt. He smiled.

“We could make it easier. Do you think one-on-one time could help?” He grabbed his jacket, laying it over his arm before returning his attention to you. “I have office hours tomorrow; I could carve out some time afterwards. Why don’t you swing by my office, we can go over some stuff.”

You tried to stop yourself from swooning, “I think that might help, yeah.”

“Great! Bring any questions you have. I’ll see you tomorrow!”

You let him walk out ahead of you, leaving you alone in the classroom to consider what it would be like to spend time alone with the biggest crush you shouldn’t have.

~~~

“Come in!” You pushed the door open, standing idly in the threshold and cradling your laptop in your arms. “C’mon, sit.” Professor Haas looked up at you from the seat behind his desk. You’d never been inside his office before, but it had a cozy feeling to it; dark wooden furniture and cushioned chairs, a faint scent of lavender hanging in the air. He had knickknacks on his desk, characters you didn’t recognize, a small German flag hung over the door, and a bookshelf full of titles you were mostly unfamiliar with.

“It’s nice in here.” You spoke up, sitting in one of the chairs opposite him. He took off his glasses.

“Would’ve been nice to have a window. Dr. Topp, in psychology, is across the hall. Great window in his office.” You broke into a smile, and he did the same, keen to break up any awkward feelings to help you focus on your work. “What’d you bring for me?”

You set your laptop out in front of you, “I just…I don’t get it. And I knew I wouldn’t get it, since nobody gets it, because it’s, like, the worst, and it’s inconsistent, and riddled with copying errors—”

“Woah! Take it back a step,” He cut off your frustrated rambling with a laugh, “First things first, tell me which dialogue you’re having the most trouble with.”

“I guess…Hildebrand’s second speech? The one where he’s talking about Hadubrand.” You clicked your mousepad to open the PDF you had of the Hildebrandslied, highlighting the passage you were talking about before turning the screen towards your professor. He clicked his tongue at you.

“Think it might help to have an actual copy?” He arched a brow. You bit your lip, nodding an affirmative. You closed your laptop, watching him stand and walk over to the bookshelf, scanning the spines of the books with his finger before landing on the copy he was looking for, pulling it out of its spot on the shelf and bringing it back over to you.

“Thanks,” you expected him to return to his seat, but he remained behind your chair, leaning over you with his hand on the back of your seat to thumb through the pages until finding the passage you were confused by. “Maybe it was just the screen distracting me. Blue light, or whatever.” You offered, a shy joke to take your mind off of the way he loomed over you.

“Yeah? Wouldn’t be shocked. Helps to have it all down on paper sometimes.” His voice was deep, and it echoed through your whole body. He scanned over the words now, trying to find a good starting point, before letting out a triumphant exhale and pointing to the beginning of a sentence, “Start here.”

You began reading, painfully aware of your professor’s presence behind you and occasionally stumbling despite reading the modern English translation. You stopped when he cleared his throat.

“Tell me what that passage was about,” He prompted.

“I—I dunno, he’s talking about Hadubrand.” You felt yourself suddenly giving into the frustration this book had been causing you all semester.

“But what about Hadubrand? What’s the theme?” He pushed, trying to encourage more than a blunt, apathetic answer from you.

“I don’t know, Professor, you tell me.” You bit back, forgetting yourself and who you were speaking to for a moment, overwhelmed by him. “I’m sorry…” You mumbled, peaking at him from over your shoulder. He crossed his arms, looking down at you.

“What’s distracting you?” His voice was soft and calm, remarkably still for a man whose subordinate just snapped at him.

“I don’t know…” You lied through your teeth.

“Tell me. I can’t help if I don’t know what you need.”

You sucked in a breath, sharp and cold in your nostrils, before letting it out slowly, turning your body in your chair to face him fully. “…You.”

“Hm?” Professor Haas furrowed his brow, mouth parting slightly as if to say something before quickly closing it.

“You’re…distracting me.” You swallowed. The air around you suddenly felt thick, and you were prepared to hear him tell you how wildly inappropriate this was, how you needn’t even explain yourself, that you should just leave.

“Huh.” You watched him bite the inside of his cheek, raising an eyebrow. He walked back to the chair behind his desk, sitting with his legs spread, the fabric of his pants pulled taught over his thighs. “Come here,” he beckoned.

“Wh—” Now your brow furrowed.

“You need a little motivation. Come here. Sit.” He patted his thigh. You stood, pulse quickening as you walked toward him, hesitantly lowering yourself over him, thankful that you had chosen to wear a skirt that offered you the room to spread your legs wide as you straddled him. “That’s it,” he drank you in with his eyes, raking them over you, and you preened at his actions, arching your back into him slightly to give him a better view of you on his lap. “I think…for every wrong answer you give me, I get to punish you.” His voice took a wicked tone.

“And for right answers?” You whispered.

“So confident now,” He teased. “You’ll get what you deserve.” He smiled again, and you realized how beautifully dominant it made him look. “What’s the main theme of the story?”

“I—mm…” You racked your brain, now more distracted than ever, but trying desperately to make Dr. Haas proud, “I don’t know.” You answered meekly. You felt a sharp smack on your thigh, and you yelped, bunching the collar of his shirt in your hands.

“Try again.” He ran his hand in soothing circles over the spot he had hit.

“It’s—is it honor?” You felt him squeeze gently at the meat of your thigh before his hand glided over your skin to knead your ass.

“Good girl.” He gave you a particularly rough squeeze and you moaned, falling forward onto his chest, sticking your ass out to offer him easier access. “That’s right. See what happens when you do a good job?” His fingers dipped under the waistband of your panties. You mumbled a yes into his shirt, and he gave you a light spank. “What’s that?”

“Yes, sir.” You corrected yourself, hoping that’s what he was waiting for. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you flush against him so that your nose touched his.

“You like doing a good job?” His words were growled, and you nodded enthusiastically, “Gonna keep doing a good job?” You nodded again, and he continued his line of questioning. You remembered characters you thought you had no recollection of; names and places that had otherwise escaped you, as if sitting on his lap and letting him manhandle you was all you had needed to succeed. You lapped up the praise he offered you when you did well, and squirmed and whined when he punished your forgetfulness.

After 20 minutes, you found yourself huddled against him, face nuzzled into his neck as he recounted the things you needed more practice with, his hands roaming over your body. He pulled you out of your hiding spot gently, coaxing you to make eye contact with him. “Do you need anything else?” His fingers traced your jawline.

“Mm…” You leaned into his touch, “Need you, sir.” He halted his movements, and his hand found the back of your neck.

“Can I kiss you?” He scanned your face, dropping the façade of dominance; you saw his eyes anxiously searching for signs that he was overstepping any boundaries you had. You almost laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck, and closing the distance between you. You moaned at the taste of him against you, eagerly slipping your tongue into his mouth. He pulled at the hair on the back of your head, stepping back into his dominant role and setting the pace, showing you that he was in charge. He bit at your bottom lip before running his tongue over it to soothe the sting, then repeating the action over again. Your hand came to rest on his chest, fingers sloppily attempting to undo the buttons of his shirt, and he smirked against your lips. You felt one arm wrap around your waist, the other gripping your ass, and he stood up, holding you tight before placing you onto the desk. You wrapped your legs around his hips, and he undid his tie, giving himself space to undo the buttons of his shirt that you had been unable to.

“So pretty,” He broke from you briefly to untuck his shirt from his pants, “So pretty, so fucking good. Smart, pretty girl.” He reconnected his lips to yours, his hand on your jaw forcing your mouth open wide, allowing him to lick into you and watch saliva pool over your bottom lip. “Just needed a little discipline.”

You mewled, reaching out to trail fingers over his now uncovered skin, relishing the warmth of his abdomen as your palm connected to him. He moved down to kiss your jawline, nipping and sucking shapes onto your neck, pulling moans from you as he did so.

“Please,” You breathed out when he sucked on a sensitive spot over your collar bone, biting at the new bruise before licking over it. “More.” You felt his hand reaching between your bodies, flipping up your skirt, fingers pressing against the growing wet spot on your panties. You unwound your legs from around him, giving him space to touch you properly.

“Like this?” He was taunting you, watching you lean your head back on nothing and move your hips against his fingers in an attempt to gain friction where you desperately needed it.

“Yes, s—oh!” You wrapped your fingers around his forearm when he moved your panties to the side, plunging two thick fingers into your heat and moving his thumb in tight circles over your clit.

“There y’go,” He looked absolutely filthy like this; his hair falling over his eyes, muscles in his arm tensing as he pushed his fingers in and out of you, jaw clenched in focus, “need a reward for all the work you did today?”

You whimpered, grinding against his hand and choking on your breath when the tips of his fingers brushed the sensitive spot inside you. “Yes, sir—need you.”

“I know, baby,” He curled his fingers, pressing his palm against your clit and watching you squirm for him, “Let me see how pretty you look when you cum—show me how my good girl looks when she cums for me.” He feathered his fingers over your g-spot; fast, ticklish touches that made your toes curl and your back arch, and he soon had you trembling for him, cunt squeezing him when you came. He removed his fingers, and you felt yourself clench around the emptiness when he brought them to your mouth and told you to suck. “Yeah, good girl…” He palmed himself over his pants, and you hummed, licking your cum off of his hand before releasing his fingers with a quiet pop and reaching down to undo his zipper. He let you, watching you pull his cock from its confines.

You dropped from the desk and onto your knees, pumping his length in one hand and spitting on the other, joining them together to stroke him. He felt heavy in your hands, and you felt excited heat building in your stomach when you took his tip in your mouth, looking up at him from under your lashes to see his mouth agape, eyes focused on your movements. He pulled stray strands of hair out of your face, tugging them into a ponytail and guiding your mouth over him.

“God, I want to fuck your face,” his thumb swiped at the drool slipping from the corner of your mouth. “Want me to do that next time, baby? Use your mouth whenever you get an answer wrong?” You moaned, muffled by his cock in your mouth, thrilled by the promise of a next time. Your jaw quickly became sore, the stretch of his thick cock almost too much, and you gagged when his tip pushed against the back of your throat. He laughed softly watching you struggle to take it, hand guiding you backwards to give yourself room to breathe.

“You wanna get back up here and let me fuck you?” You pulled yourself off of him, clamoring to sit back on the desk and stripping your clothes from your body as quickly as you could, then letting him spread your legs open as he lined himself up with you. “So fucking eager—is this what you kept daydreaming about? Sitting in my class and thinking about letting me fuck you?”

“Yes—yes, sir. All I could think about,” You pulled him closer, letting him crowd you and pressing kisses into his neck while he stroked himself against you, “Needed it.” He grabbed you by the chin to bring your line of sight up to him, forcing you to look him in the eyes while the tip of his cock pressed against your entrance.

“Open your mouth,” you did as he said, shivering when he spit into your mouth before forcing your lips closed with his hand, “Swallow it.” You obeyed, opening your mouth once more to show him you followed his instructions, and he smiled, repeating the action, then dipping his tongue into your mouth to taste himself on you. The head of his cock still nudged your cunt, and you began to feel impatient.

“You want me to fuck you?” He was baiting you, had you exactly where he wanted you, and now all he needed was to hear you beg for it. It worked; rambled pleads and begged gibberish fell from your lips, imploring him to take you, hungry and desperate to feel his cock split you open. He pushed forward, nearly overwhelmed by the wet heat of your cunt as you swallowed the first inch, then the next.

“Fu—ck,” You let out a strangled cry, and he clapped a hand over your mouth.

“Gotta be quiet for me, baby,” though he desperately wanted to hear your moans, he knew it would be best to keep quiet, to not draw any attention to yourselves. Still, it didn’t stop him from pushing the rest of his length into you, watching your face contort in pleasure when he bottomed out. You let out a string of soft, pathetic whimpers, and he pulled you against his chest, letting you muffle your cries into his skin.

“So fucking perfect—fuck!—oh my god…perfect girl, take it just like that.” His voice came out in a growl as he rocked his hips into you roughly, pushing you back with the force of his thrusts until you were lying on the wood of the desk with your legs swung over his shoulders, eyes glazed over with satisfaction, completely cockdumb for him. His hands ventured upwards, squeezing your breasts before reaching back down to massage your clit. You arched into his touch, eyes rolling back and letting out whispered pleas for him to give it to you harder, faster, rougher, please, sir.

He gave you what you wanted; one arm enveloping your legs where they rested against him, guiding your body over his cock and watching the way your cunt hugged him, fluttering around him when he told you how pretty you looked, how his smart girl was taking his cock so well. The fingers on your clit sped up, primed to pull another orgasm from you.

“One more, baby, you can do it—let me feel you squeeze me nice and tight.” He leaned over you, thrusts still harsh and fingers on your clit moving with precision as he brought his lips to yours again. You let your legs drop from his shoulders and wrapped them around his torso, pulling him into you and letting him bury his cock inside of you. He rewarded you with a groan.

“Wanna cum—cum for you,” You stammered, fingers laced through his hair while your other hand gripped his bicep, “make me cum, sir.”

Your words spurred him on, and his thrusts became slow and deep, remaining absolutely carnal, pushing against your most sensitive spot and making your vision blur behind tears that threatened to spill. You pulled him down by his neck for another kiss, climaxing when his mouth connected with yours, legs spasming and thighs squeezing around his waist.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” you watched his head loll forward and his eyes squeeze shut, nearing his own high. His thrusts were sloppy now, frenzied with need. He pulled out, fucking his fist before spilling over you; his cum painted your pussy, dripping over your swollen clit, your lips and inner thighs, before disappearing between the plush skin of your ass. He swore he would remember the image forever.

He got on his knees in front of you, pulling you closer to the edge of the desk before nipping at your thighs, licking his cum off of your skin. You sighed, before letting out a whimper when his tongue licked into your hole. He groaned at the way your taste blended perfectly with his own, sucking softly on your overstimulated clit while you tugged at his hair, mewling when he dipped his tongue into you again. He continued his ministrations for a while longer, returning to your thighs and sucking bruises onto the flesh. He returned to your core again, and the messy, wet sounds of his mouth on your cunt were music to your ears.

He stood again, panting, planting his hands on the desk on either side of you and head falling onto your chest. You combed your fingers through his hair.

“C’mere,” he straightened up and pulled you towards him, letting you wrap yourself around him and feel the warmth of his flushed skin against your own. His hand came to grip your jaw and you opened your mouth, "You learn so fast when you're paying attention." He mused, spitting into your mouth and watching you swallow. There was a moment of drawn out quiet; both of you steadied your breathing, remaining intertwined with each other. Professor Haas broke the silence first.

“Was that ok?” He stroked your hair, making ringlets around his finger before letting them unravel and repeating the movement with another strand.

“Just what I needed.” You spoke, voice still shaky from pleasure.

He cupped your cheek in his hand, analyzing your features with heavy lidded eyes. “Can I kiss you again?”

You rolled your eyes with a smile, “Your cum is dripping down my leg. You can do whatever you want.”

“Can’t blame a guy for asking,” He grinned and pulled you into him, taking his time with the kiss and savoring the way you tasted, his tongue occasionally bumping into your own as you patiently explored each other in your post-coital bliss.

“Think you’ll be able to pay attention during class time now?” He leaned his forehead against yours.

“Absolutely not,” you giggled, and he kissed your forehead, “might need more one-on-one time.”

“Yeah?” He smiled, the hand that was cupping your face moved to trace shapes on your back and shoulders, “think we could work something out.”

#damien haas #damien haas smut #damien haas fanfiction #damien haas x reader #damien haas x you #smosh #smosh pit #smosh games #smosh squad #smoshblr #smosh fanfiction #smosh fic #smosh smut

[j0hnj4ej3n]

jisung: seatmates to lovers

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: none :)

Notes: this is Jisung's part of 'nct dream as love tropes', enjoy!

“The two of you at the back!” Your teacher’s voice rang through the classroom and both Jisung and you immediately stopped your bickering. “S-sorry,” Jisung manages to mutter out before your teacher finally continues with class. You couldn’t help but chuckle once her attention wasn’t on the two of you and Jisung nudged you so you’d stop before he starts laughing too. 

Initially, Chenle was the one who used to sit with Jisung but your homeroom teacher made you switch with Chenle because they won’t stop talking. It worked at first since you and Jisung weren’t exactly friends, all you knew about the guy was his name and the fact that he was in the dance club. Jisung was shy so he took a while to warm up to you. But it helped that you were easy-going and would offer him help whenever it was needed. 

Jisung was always grateful to you though. Because on top of the dance club, he takes professional dancing classes outside of school and even after all that, loves to game till late at night and hence would constantly fall asleep in classes. But even when teachers try to call him out during class for it, Jisung knows you got his back. 

“Park Jisung!” Jisung shoots awake and stares back at the teacher, mentally still processing which class he’s in. “What’s the answer for question 5?” “Uh… oh, question 5?” You tap his knee under the table and he glances at you, you push your worksheet slowly over to his side to show him the answer before he answers. “Good… please just try to stay awake. It’s the third time I caught you this week” “Yep, sorry” Jisung would turn to mumble a soft “thank you” before he tries his best to stay awake, only to start nodding off again within minutes. 

This gratitude was largely reciprocated because you often skip lunch to do work or just take a nap. It’s not that you don’t eat well because you do. But when lunchtime comes, you’re not necessarily hungry yet and you lack the appetite to stomach a full meal. So you decided to spend your time more wisely by revising or resting and only eating after the school day ends when you would usually be able to treat yourself to a full meal. Jisung notices this pretty quickly once you two became seatmates and would casually buy snacks to share with you. Initially, you thought Jisung just enjoyed snacking, which he does. But overtime, Jisung deliberately buys two of everything he gets so you can eat more for yourself. 

The real turning point in your friendship happened when Jisung got ditched by Chenle for their malatang ‘date’. “Chenle! You promised!” “I’ll go with you tomorrow! I really want to play basketball with Mark today.” “Can’t believe you’re ditching me for basketball, that you play 7 days a week!” “Tomorrow, tomorrow. I promise!” Jisung huffs and mutters a “Forget it” before turning to you. You’re just watching them bicker while sipping on the carton of milk Jisung got you, trying not to laugh at their childish banter. “Y/n, do you like malatang?” “I’ve never tried it.” Your response causes Jisung’s eyes to widen, expressing his disbelief. “You have to! Do you want to come with me after school today?” You have nothing after school today so you agreed and Jisung cheers, rubbing it into Chenle’s face about how he has been replaced.

Jisung and you really got close after that. The two of you were really different but not in a bad way. You were interested in many similar things, like music, games and theories about the universe and the unknown. But had very diverse opinions on them. Jisung thought you were the most interesting person ever and genuinely could listen to you for days. You thought Jisung was a lot more knowledgeable than he thinks himself to be. All his opinions were backed with actual evidence, where he pulls them out from, you have no idea. You thought he was really interesting too. Moreover, the two of you share a really similar sense of humour that had you two laughing so hard, while everyone else would just wonder what exactly was so funny. 

Overtime, this becomes a tradition. Every Tuesday you and Jisung would have lunch together and more often than not, it’s malatang. Even the kind lady who tends the mala store expects you two every week now. Always greeting you two with a smile and a confirmation of “Table for two right?” before leading you into the store. 

However, you fell sick this week and you texted to tell Jisung you would probably miss school for a few days. Asking him to very kindly not fall asleep during classes and take notes for you. And also to apologise for not being able to eat malatang with him this week. Jisung can’t help but laugh in disbelief at your texts, it wasn’t even your fault that you’re sick. And to his surprise, taking notes down during classes isn’t actually that difficult. Maybe it’s because he wants to make sure he does a good job for you. He worries you won’t be able to read his words, since his friends always made fun of his messy handwriting. So he tried really hard to write carefully and clearly. 

After class, Jisung still went down to the mala store to have lunch but with Chenle this time. “Oh? Table for two?” The lady asked, trying to hide the slight surprise when she saw Chenle instead of you. After picking the ingredients, Jisung and Chenle went back to the table to wait for the malatang to be served. When the kind lady came to serve the malatang, she shyly asked, “Don’t mind me being nosy… but did something happen? Where’s your girlfriend?” 

Upon hearing that, Jisung chokes on air and Chenle is full on laughing at him. “S-she’s not my girlfriend,” Jisung stutters and he knows he’s blushing because he feels like his cheeks are on fire. “His girlfriend is sick, so I had to take over~” Chenle chimes in when Jisung fails to answer the question. The kind lady nodded in understanding, trying to hold back her laughter at Jisung’s flustered state, she simply greeted them, “Enjoy your food” and walked away. 

“Stop laughing, that was so embarrassing!” Jisung whines when Chenle can’t seem to stop mocking him, his face red from laughter as tears threaten to escape. “You were so flustered, I-I can’t. Be honest, do you like her?” Jisung looks down and stays silent, busying himself with eating. “Oh my god… YOU DO DON’T YOU? YOU LIKE Y/N! I KNEW IT i-” “SHUT UP, do you need to tell the whole world?” “You have to tell her” “NO way!” “You have to” “Why?” “I’m sure she likes you too” “No she doesn’t” “No normal girl will make time to eat malatang with you every Tuesday after sitting beside you 5 days a week, even I would be too sick of you to do that” “HEY that’s mean!” 

Jisung got convinced. But he can’t bring himself to tell you face to face. “Just text her,” was Chenle’s solution. 

[5:02pm] ji: [image of malatang] 

[5:02pm] ji: ended up eating malatang with chenle 

[5:03pm] you: im craving it so badly :( 

[5:03pm] you: sorry i couldn’t go with you, hope it was still good 

[5:03pm] ji: stop apologising, just get well quickly!

[5:03pm] ji: wasn’t as fun as it usually is because chenle pisses me off

[5:04pm] you: hahah alrighty, i’ll be back soon ji 

[5:04pm] you: will have our usual malatang run next week!

[5:04pm] ji: the nice lady asked about you haha

[5:04pm] you: aw :’) really? what did she say?

[5:05pm] ji: she asked me what happened to my girlfriend…

[5:05pm] you: oh

[5:05pm] you: what did you say? 

[5:07pm] ji: i told her you’re sick 

[5:07pm] ji: so i got another friend to come today

[5:10pm] y/n is typing… 

Jisung wants to bury himself six feet under. Why did he take Chenle’s advice? He should have never done this. Jisung wants to cry, he’s about to reply that he was joking when his phone dings beside him. He has never fumbled with his phone so hard and he’s so glad he was alone in his room right now because he is so embarrassed. 

[5:10pm] you: if you want me to be your girlfriend…

[5:10pm] you: shouldn’t you at least ask me first? 

Jisung is about to die from how fast his heart is beating. He had to lightly hit his chest a few times to make sure he wasn’t just hallucinating. His cheeks ache from smiling, your reply had him stomping his feet in excitement. 

[5:12pm] ji: so get well soon, i’ll ask you properly when you’re back :) 

#nct #nct dream #nct jisung #nct jisung fluff #j0hnj4ej3n

[aashi-heartfilia]

One of the biggest reasons I think IzuOcha is 'not' the endgame pairing is because of how intentionally underdeveloped it is!!

I mean look at this example:

Ochako was just thinking about Deku in a completely platonic sense and everyone made it an IzuOcha moment, like why?

What part of it screams romantic?

A Relationship is between two people but in this case, Izuku is not even looking at her. It has always been her and her alone, struggling to walk through her feelings of low self esteem and confidence.

Plus there are other people in the background! If you truly love someone, only that person matters...and not the rest but Deku is standing there looking at someone (most probably Katsuki) and the rest of class 1A is standing with him.

_._._

Remember this famous scene from when future Lucy died?

What makes this memory special is the fact that this is Natsu's POV. She is looking at him, flashing a beautiful smile, reminding Natsu what he needs to protect from now on!

THIS IS ROMANTIC!!

Or when Natsu thought about Lucy in the GMG...

You know the drill.

In Ochako's case, she doesn't need to win for Izuku. She needs to win for herself and save her fellow heroes from Toga and even Toga from herself.

"Now Ochako will just confess her undying love to Deku in the epilogue"

Are we reading the same manga? Why would she even do that? She doesn't like Deku that way and would never wanna hurt Toga, the person she's trying so hard to save!

Speaking of which, if Ochako loved Deku and planning on going after him , she wouldn't be so okay with confronting Toga because Toga just confessed to Deku and got hurt. So, if Ochako gets together with Deku, wouldn't it hurt Toga even more?

Toga genuinely loved Deku, even to the point where Danger sense failed to detect any malice within her, and she got rejected. So if Ochako is willing to voluntarily give her blood to Toga for the rest of her life, why would she be with the person that hurt Toga?

Toga was hurt by Deku's rejection and Ochako told her that she should never hide her feelings or that beautiful face of hers just because some boy rejected her.

Plus if she really wanted to confess she had all the time and moment to do so. There was literally a perfect moment, during the cliff scene when they both knew they could die tomorrow and yet none of them chose to close the distance between them. Instead, they chose to talk about their nemesis and how they will stop them.

.

"Ochako will show her true feelings for Deku after this"

Ochako stopped hiding her feelings a long time ago! STOP MISCHARACTERIZING HER!!

Another reason could be, because Deku knows the best to hide his true feelings behind a mask. Dark Deku Arc is the perfect example. He hid behind his own mask and suffered for everyone else's sake.

It could also reflect on the promise she made with Deku on Okuto Island, that she'll get Toga and he could go get Shigaraki.

Plus, Toga told Ochako that Twice was like a brother to her and we know that Ochako and Toga are supposed to be similar. Meaning Deku and Twice are also supposed to mirror each other!

And then there are literally thousands of BkDk shippers screaming online on why it is the endgame pairing with its various proofs and theories.

So, with all that being said, I don't know what people who say 'IzuOcha is the endgame pairing' are thinking.

*sigh*

Cheers! Sunshine!

#uraraka ochako #ochako uraraka #bnha ochako #ochako urakara #bnha uravity #bnha uraraka #ochako #my hero academia himiko #himiko toga #bnha himiko #toga himiko #mha himiko #ochako x himiko #ochaco #ochaco uraraka #uraraka #urakara ochako #bnha toga #togachako #togaocha #togachaco #bnha 394 #bnha 393 #bnha manga spoilers #bnha manga leaks #uraraka ochacho #mha deku #bnha izuku #izuku midoriya #bakudeku

[fizzing-imagines]

Carrie Part 2 | Gareth Emerson x Girly! Cheerleader! Reader

Notes: Did I loosely make reader like Elle Woods? Yes.

Warnings: Pregnancy

Words: 877

Gareth and you have been together for nine years now and married for five. The two of you remained high school sweethearts, you even convinced him to go to prom with him, and ended up moving to Indianapolis first where the two of you did your bachelors. While you got your bachelor in law, Gareth did his bachelor in teaching. He aspired to be a elementary school teacher, something even you were surprised by when he told you. But you supported him regardless, just how he supported you in becoming a lawyer. When the two of you finished, you moved up to Massachusetts to go to university. Gareth went to Lesley University for teaching, while you actually got accepted into Harvard law. You could believe how you got into Harvard, but Gareth reassured you that he knew. How could they not? Before moving to Massachusetts, the two of you eloped in a courthouse on your way. He didn't want a big, fancy wedding - just you and him.

You finished after three years and started your career as a lawyer, while Gareth had another year to go. But now that you earned money, at least neither of you didn't have to work nightshifts at a shitty diner anymore. A year later, Gareth graduated as well and the two of you moved to Columbus, Ohio to settle down.

And that's where the two of you were. Gareth just got back from work at his elementary school while you had a day off and were relaxing on the couch. To be fair, you had some big news to tell your husband and were still thinking of how to tell him. Today, you found out that you were four months pregnant - and no, you didn't suspect it. You didn't suspect a thing, actually. Of course, you knew how it happened, but you still got your period, had cramps, all the good stuff. It was a sheer accident that you found out during your routine checkup at your gynecologists. Gareth and you have talked about kids in the past, both of you wanted them, but haven't planned anything yet. And that's what terrified you. "Hey baby, how was work?", you said to him while looking up from the TV. He walked over to you, gave you a quick kiss and then sat down next to you. You lifted up your legs so he could scoot closer and you could put your legs on his lap. That's just what he did, and he started caressing your leg up-and-down. "Nothing spectacular, really. Although one of the kids said he'd like to meet my wife." You giggled at that and smiled at him. His face showed a big grin, it always did when he addressed you as his wife. Up until now, even after five years, he grinned like a lovestruck teenager. "Maybe I can pick you up some day, yeah?", you suggested with a smile. Happily, he nodded. "Oh, and another student asked why I don't have a child of my own yet.", he added. Now that struck a nerve with you; you didn't know which one though. "Did they have a theory about that?", you asked. Sometimes, the kids in his class came up with the funniest things. "Nope, just asked straight up. Honestly, I didn't know what to say." Nothing that he just told you made it any easier. Maybe you could just tell him tomorrow? No, you can't do that. "Well, maybe we could change that.", you mumbled, so quickly that Gareth almost didn't hear. "Are you serious?", he asked. All this made you so nervous that you couldn't even look him in the eyes. "We can get started right now, hm?" His hands travelled up your legs, but stopped abruptly at your following words: "We don't have to, it's already done...like, 4 months ago." Your husband looked at you in disbelief. "(Y/N), don't joke about this.", he said, trying to grasp what you just said. "I'm not joking, Gareth.", you replied. He was fumbling for his words before getting out a "How?". It made you laugh. "You know, when a Gareth and a (Y/N) get really frustrated about work, they let it out by-" He interrupted you. "No, I mean...shit, (Y/N), why didn't you tell me?" You started chewing on your bottom lip. "I found out today. Look, I understand if you don't want it, or want a divorce-" Once again, you were interrupted by him. "A divorce? Are you mental?" He pulled you up by your shoulders and placed you on his lap. "This is the best fucking day of my life, (Y/N). I'm just surprised. But I'm gonna be a fucking dad! How awesome is that?" You giggled before kissing him on the lips, a deep, passionate kiss. Once your lips separated, he was grinning at you like an idiot. "Shit, (Y/N), I'm gonna be a dad.", he said again. His eyes got watery, clearly close to crying. "Do we know what's it gonna be?" You shook your head No. "We can find out next month.", you said with a smile. "Great, I already got an idea for a girls name." You raised an eyebrow at him in disbelieve. "Already? Which one?"

"Carrie."

#gareth emerson #gareth emerson x reader #gareth stranger things

[jyndor]

another detail I need to sit with for a bit, because I think it’s another piece in my Cassian-Andor-Has-Been-A-Rebel-Fighter-Before-Now conspiracy theory:

Karis is trying to accept and rationalize “not playing by the rules” and accepting a mercenary’s help in the beginning of the episode from an ideological standpoint. He’s trying to work backwards from a new conclusion: that allowing mercenaries to fight the Imperials is based actually. Cassian tells him he’s “half right” and Karis, perhaps not used to being challenged by his peers on theory, asks “and how am I wrong?” and is actually genuinely listening even though at this point he isn’t sure how to feel about Cassian being there at all.

And Cassian says: “They don’t care enough to learn. They don’t have to. You mean nothing to them.”

And you see Karis sitting there, really absorbing it for a second like real people do in real political/ideological/philosophical conversations, before he responds: “Perhaps I’ll think differently tomorrow,” to which Cassian warns him to be “careful what you wish for.”

And then when Karis talks down to him, assumes Cassian is saying that everyone should just “submit” to the Empire and “be thankful” about it, Cassian has this serious, disgusted look on his face and says, “Do I look thankful to you?”

Karis corrects himself and tells him he’s glad Cassian is here. He looks chastised before Cassian tells him he’ll be fine and that he’ll sleep when it’s done (which is RUDE and TRUE).

Guys. It’s right there. Cassian has been in Karis’s shoes before, except the difference is that Cassian has seen his homeworld colonized and exploited. He has escaped Kenari and Mimban, and who knows where else. Clearly this is Karis’s first (and last RIP </3) bit of praxis, at least on this scale (I’d be shocked if he wasn’t doing little things here and there before joining up - activist circles are often sort of hard to break into unless you know someone - someone gives a name to someone who knows someone else, like with Cassian > Bix > Luthen). The other difference is this: privilege and background. I will bet a lot that Karis is from a relatively privileged (maybe Core World, not likely from the Mid or Outer Rim - a metaphor for the Global North/South) position, not because he’s intellectual and articulate or whatever lol but because he feels like the sort of leftist who spent a lot of time reading and writing theory but not necessarily seeing and experiencing the type of colonialist Imperial oppression he’s fighting firsthand.

Karl Marx (who was upper middle class and who I think Karis Nemik is supposed to be referencing lmfao he was working on a damn manifesto after all) is considered hard to read today but back when the Communist Manifesto was first published, it was extremely accessible to everyone of all education levels, which makes sense given what it was suggestion: a working class-led revolution to overthrow all social classes. It was commissioned by the Communist League to spread the word - accessibility to all was the point.

If I’m correct, Karis could have gone about his life as normal without getting involved in the way he did. Cassian had no choice - he was someone who Republic colonizers and later Imperials didn’t even think to learn about. Just in the way, like the Dhani people. Cassian has always known what he’s against because he’s had no choice. He was radicalized by his own experiences, Karis might have been radicalized by the experiences of others.

So that gives Cassian a different perspective - not necessarily that revolution is worthless I don’t believe he thinks that lol, but that the way it’s being done is kind of... not clicking. But it’s a perspective that a ground-up revolution needs front and center, and at the core of it.

I think Cassian believes Nemik will learn more about Imperials from seeing them up close and come to a different conclusion (perhaps one that Cassian has come to before). The correct one obviously. They’re too small to even care about. But that can work to their advantage, as seen in the ISB headquarters.

The irony is that the mission doesn’t make Nemik think differently in the sense that Cassian believed it would. It gives Nemik more insight into Cassian, into a rebel-turned-merc. Because Karis Nemik is the first of the group to believe that Cassian is a true believer. I don’t know that he actually stops believing this, but he definitely dies thinking Cassian is going to continue his manifesto (our manifesto), give it more context from lived experience and eventually pass it on.

In a way he’s like Bix - he believes Cassian is meant for greater things than mercenary work. But also Cassian has to eat. And that’s how he behaves at the end: he doesn’t do the truly mercenary move (like Skeen would have done). In fact he protects the rebellion and kills a threat to the cause without hesitation. And then he asks for his payment and walks away.

I still hold out hope that Cassian was a soldier. Anyway let me know what you think and if you have anything to add.

#andor spoilers #andor #andor series #karis nemik #meta #cassian andor #star wars andor #star wars #lol me justifying my delusions

[nakamurajay]

Introducing Bernard to Damian was a good idea at the time. Now though, Tim’s starting to regret it.

When they first met, Damian didn’t give Bernard much thought. He was nice enough for the whole “meeting the family” thing, but didn’t care for getting too friendly. But then Tim became “too happy” for someone like him and Damian became worried that this wasn’t the real Tim or whatever. Which then somehow became Damian visiting Tim at the Marina in an attempt to figure out what had happened to him. Which meant that Damian saw Bernard a little more often, and when Damian found out that Bernard owned a car, well, that’s where the regret began.

Damian was the one to ask Bernard for his phone number. Why? “Because Drake doesn’t answer sometimes and there’s always a possibility that he’s with you.”

And Bernard was more than happy to give Damian his number. He considered it being on Damian’s good side, as being liked by Damian.

For the first few weeks, Damian kept it professional and only texted Bernard when he couldn’t get ahold of Tim. Then, after Bernard breached “professionalism” and started feeding his conspiracy theories to Damian over text, Damian began responding. He wasn’t going to be rude, even if he didn’t care about the theories. But he wasn’t actively asking for them either. He read through them all and sometimes he gave Bernard his opinion, sometimes he simply replied with a no.

Either way, Bernard was always happy to report to Tim that he and Damian were getting along.

———

Bernard drives Tim all around Gotham whenever Tim wants because Tim’s got boyfriend privileges.

In fact, Bernard insists on driving Tim around. He’ll do his best to have Tim hold off on buying a car because he wants to spend as much time with Tim as possible, and driving him places is the best way to do so. It’s sweet, Tim thinks.

But now, now, Tim’s sitting on his bed in his boat, watching as Bernard gets ready to go out. Where? To the arcade. With who? Damian. And all Tim can think of was

“Why?”

“Because he said Dick and Jason were busy and someone refused to take him,” Bernard says as he pulls on a red t-shirt with a small Robin logo on the left side of the chest. This was the thing with Bernard knowing their identities, he took it upon himself to own as much of the Bats’ merch as possible. Which led to him putting on certain types of said merch if he knew he would be running into a certain sibling.

“This sounds like you’re a last resort and not someone he actually wants to go with, you know?” Tim says. He watches Bernard turn around and dig through the dresser for pants. He wishes Bernard would just tell Damian no and come back to bed. It was nearly five pm, Damian could wait until tomorrow to go to the arcade with Dick.

“Hey, at least I’m on the list of people he’s asking. This could be a bonding experience. Just wait, Damian and I are going to be friends after tonight,” Bernard promises. He shows off a pair of dark blue shorts that go down to his mid-thigh to Tim, who offers him a thumbs up.

Tim only hummed in response and moved to lie on his back with his hands behind his back. He kept watching Barnard as he started searching for his sweater. Then after a few minutes, Bernard had his jacket on and his fanny pack strapped on. He walks over to the bed and leans down to press a kiss to Tim’s lips.

“I think I’m gonna go home after I drop Damian off later. Got class in the morning and it’s not like you’ll be here by the time I come back anyway,” Bernard says. He smiles and goes to kiss Tim again.

“I could just skip patrol tonight, wait for you to come home,” Tim suggests. He reaches up and places a hand on Bernard’s cheek. He traces Bernard’s bottom lip with his thumb before moving his hand back and into Bernard’s hair. He lowers his voice and glances at Bernard’s mouth. “Maybe we could do something.”

Bernard shivers and chuckles. He pulls away and has to look away. Tim can tell that he’s already debating how bad it would be if he cancelled on Damian last minute. But he shakes his head and takes Tim’s hand off. “I have class in the morning, Tim.”

“So?”

Bernard smiles. “I have to go. If I want Damian to like me I can’t leave him waiting.”

Tim sighs dramatically. “Fine.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow okay?”

“Okay, but text me when you get home later, so I know you’re okay.”

“All right.”

Tim gets several texts that night. A bunch of them being selfies of Bernard and Damian at the arcade and then some photos of just Damian sitting on one side of a booth eating a burger and fries. He’s able to make out a very small smile on Damian’s face in a selfie where Bernard’s got his arm wrapped around Damian’s shoulders and they’re pressed up against each other. Then:

tonight was a success!! pretty sure we’re gonna hang again soon!!

made it home in one piece

have fun on patrol 😘

#this is messy and ooc but this wouldn’t leave my mind. the power of this trio has me by the throat #tim drake #bernard dowd #damian wayne #timber #robin #dc robin #dc #batfam #txt

[yrluvjane]

maybe...

a part 2 of go back to your new boyfriend w sirius 👀

The things I hate about you.

Part one

Sirius Black had successfully went from annoying the living daylights out of you to completely ignoring your existence. Every time, since the fight, your tried talking to him he was either:

Suddenly missing something or had forgotten about a class.

In a deep conversation with a very awkward and nervous-looking James Potter .

Having his tongue down Marlene’s throat.

The last one was the one that bothered you the most, Sirius was known for his playboy streak and was almost never seen with same girl twice, except for Marlene. Because of this, many rumors and theories were spread. Each more absurd than the rest, but even then, the sight of them together made a very tight and twisted knot in your stomach.

And the whole thing was making you lose your mind. Sirius no longer bothered you and that bothered you. You had completely lost any interest in any of your studies and the fact he was taking this much of your focus and concentration was embarrassing enough.

You had spent three whole days trying to understand this abnormal rage brewing in your chest, which then you realized was jealousy. You were jealous of Marlene. Because you liked Sirius. The realization hit you like a brick to your head.

You kept trying to push the thought away, trying to simplify as a side effect of all the studying you’ve been doing. And so you did, you took a break and went to Hogsemede.

But every time you saw Sirius and Marlene, you had this urge to punch both of them.

You only realized how stupid you sounded, when you took Madam Promfery’s advice and wrote all your feelings on paper.

You truly sounded like the main character of cliché enemies-to-lovers story, all you were missing was a best friend that would betray you and try to take Sirius away.

And all this led up to this moment right now.

You currently watched the hallway you were standing in waiting for Sirius to appear. It took you three whole days to plan this and you were quite anxious.

You took deep breathes hoping to calm your nerves but they only sky rocketed when the sound of footsteps reached your ears.

Your head snapped up and your eyes met Sirius's, causing alarms to blare in your head. His eyes widened and was about to say something but before he could even get a word in you pulled your wand out and petrified him.

"Oh my God, okay, okay. This is completely fine." You said to yourself as you levitated Sirius's body to an empty class room and faced his frozen body.

"Sorry, I just need you to listen and obviously there are more...comfortable ways to do this but this had the most promising outcome."

You took one last deep breathe and pushed your hair to the back of your ears. "Okay, I like you, like you like you. I know, "What?!" Trust me it shocked me too, but in this past week I realized lots of things. And one of those is just how much I miss your really annoying yet flattering presence. Yea, sure you're condescending, rude, annoying, obnoxious and I could probably go on till tomorrow. But the thing is, I like that stuff about you, or at least some of it but what I've realized I always classified it as hate."

"I hate the way you always flirt with me, it's disgusting, rude and completely inappropriate, but you do it to get a reaction out of me and sometimes it actually nice, it doesn't make me feel alone."

"Of course there are lots of annoying things about you, for example, the hair thing. Y'know the one where you push your hair back with your hands unlike Potter who runs his fingers through his hair. I hate it. And then sometimes you do it to me, whenever I'm studying, and it always ends up distracting. So I end up reading the same sentence fifteen times, and getting absolutely no work done.."

"I hate the way you keep staring at me, almost all of the time. During class, while were studying, at dinner, in the common room, on the courtyard and so on, it makes me feel really insecure."

"I hate the way your uniform is always untidy; your tie is always lose, your shirt untucked, your robe open and how you completely violate the rules by wear those rings."

"I hate how your really good at your studies but never want to show it, I watch you do your work, you have potential to go high places but whenever your in class you put on this "To cool for school" act that irritates me too much."

"I hate the way you follow me around and throw your arm around my shoulders as if were close friends. I hate the way you tell others I secretly love you whenever I brush you off."

"I hate it when you joke and make me laugh, I hate it when you say I'm uptight."

"I hate it when your right and I'm wrong, I hate it when you lie and leave me alone."

"I hate seeing you with Marlene, I hate it more when people make comments of how great you two seem."

"I hate it when you put me on the spot then call me shy, I hate it more when you hurt my feelings and make me cry."

"I hate the way you're not around and you don't talk to me anymore. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you, not even a little bit, not even at all."

You shakily raise your wand, and cast the counter curse. You swallow as he stands up with wide eyes and looks at you. "I swear if you laugh, I'll punch you in the face." You say threateningly, as your eyes roamed his for any emotions.

He lets out a small laugh, "Did you just attack me, insult me and confess your love for me all in five minutes?"

"Six minutes and forty-seven seconds."

"Merlin, Y/n..." He says with a soft yet tired smile, looking at you silently.

"Say something, dammit!" You shout, completely on edge.

"Well, I was actually coming to find you. Your owl gave me this." He says, pulling something out of his robe pocket with a small chuckle.

He handed you your very-angry-and-emotional-feelings-letter that you must have left on your desk.

Damn you, Mr. Snuffles!

"So, you read my letter, what about the bloody ceremonial speech i just gave."

"You hate 17 things about me." He says walking closer, "And most of these seventeen I do because I like you."

At this point, he is shadowing you with his height, there was barely any space in between.

"What?" You asked with a dazed look.

"I like you too," He clarifies , one of his hands reach up to brush your hair back and cup the side of your neck, stroking your throat with his thumb, making your face heat up.

"The reason I was so angry last week was because everyone kept saying what a great couple you and Hillson made. I got so angry and took it out on you."

He uses his other hand too push a few strands of your hair back behind your ear, playing with ends as he stared deeply into your eyes.

"Then I came back to apologize but I heard some of the girls say, you locked yourself up. I went back to my room to think and thought that maybe it was just best to give up. So I avoided you and ignored you in hopes of getting you out of my head. I only got back to Marlene to get over you. Then I got the letter and came to find you right away."

You stayed silent for a good thirty seconds trying to absorb all this information, though it was quite hard with him tracing his thumb over your throat and collar.

"So you don't like Marlene." You stated.

He laughed and nodded, "You can rest assured, I don't like Marlene, only you."

"Good." You whispered as you laced your hands behind his neck, bringing his head down and attaching your lips to his.

.

#sirius black x reader #sirius black #sirius orion black #sirius x you #marauders era #sirius black x fem!reader #sirius black blurb #sirius black thoughts #sirius black fluff #sirius black imagine #sirius black drabble #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black x you #sirius x reader #sirius black one shot #sirius black angst #sirius black x y/n

[moonchildreads]

small town

Chapter 5 - I've Got a Rock 'n' Roll Heart

IN THIS CHAPTER: A private metal show, talks about college, and Dottie writes a lot of lists [3.2k]

WARNINGS: none

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Before we go crazy, before we explode There's something about me, baby, you got to know

Wednesday, April 16th - 1986

As the days progressed, Dottie found herself getting into a new yet pleasant routine: saying hi to Mike and Dustin when she got off the bus and saw them parking their bikes outside, waving to her new friends in the hallways, discovering all the classes she was sharing with them and had never noticed until now, switching seats to sit together, having lunch with them, free periods with them. She shared Political Science and Chemistry with Gareth, English Literature and Calculus with Eddie, World History with Jeff, and Home Economics with Donny. Her AP Spanish classroom was next door to Donny’s Italian class, and from her seat in Psychology she could look out the window and see Eddie always running late for his Music Theory class. When she’d get out of AP Research, Gareth would be waiting outside, fresh from his Environmental Studies class, a million complaints on his tongue about how utterly boring and useless every lesson was.

It was strange to think how empty her life at Hawkins had been up until that point, and when the week before her 18th birthday rolled in, she found herself contemplating seriously, for the first time in a long time, that maybe she really wanted to do something to commemorate it. Maybe this time on her birthday she could be surrounded with people her own age, and maybe she’d try her first beer, and maybe, just maybe, she’d finally have pictures with friends to stick to her corkboard instead of only photos with her makeshift family. She was sitting alone at their usual lunch table waiting for everyone to arrive when she glanced at the cold, foggy field through the big cafeteria windows, her eyes settling on the picnic table where Dustin had found her that fateful Friday. Dottie felt the panic build in her stomach at the thought of inviting people to a party and them not showing up. She wasn’t sure if she would be able to handle that level of disappointment. Not again, at least.

Taking a big breath, Dottie ripped a page from the back of her notebook and began making a list.

Looking around at the students milling about in the cafeteria, she tapped her favorite black pen on her lower lip and thought about plans and ideas and the people she wanted to invite. Gareth, of course, he was easily the one person she felt the closest to at the moment. Donny, who she was now regularly trading mixes and cassette tapes with. Dustin, the one who started it all. Would it be weird to invite Erica? Oh, but the younger girl was so much fun to be around, and she put the boys in their place with such an ease. Under the previous list, she workshopped another one.

“Whatchu working on?” Donny asked, dropping into the seat next to hers, startling her from her thoughts.

“It’s nothing,” she hurried to put the paper back in her notebook. “Just- list of chores I gotta get done this week.”

“Boring,” Jeff said, dropping himself alongside Gareth on the chair opposite of hers.

“What are you guys up to today?” she asked, trying to change the topic as Eddie theatrically pushed her chair to the side with a bump of his hip, boxing her between himself and Donny.

“Band practice!” Gareth exclaimed.

“Wait, today?” Dottie was extremely confused.

“Every Wednesday and Saturday, why?”

“You were gonna come over to my house today, dumbass,” his brow furrowed. “The presidential campaign ads report we are supposed to be writing for next week?”

“Fuck, I forgot.”

“Yeah, no shit!”

“Sorry, maybe we can work on it tomorrow?”

“Hold on,” Eddie interrupted, a thought spreading in his brain. “Why don’t you come to band practice? You get a free show and when we’re done, you two can work on your homework and we,” he pointed to Jeff. “-can knock off that bullshit Sociology paper off our backs.”

“You’re really suggesting we form a fucking study group after band practice? You? Who are you and what have you done with Eddie Munson?” Jeff looked at him like he had grown two heads.

“I don’t know about you, man, but this Eddie Munson doesn’t wanna do senior year one more time, okay? I’ll blow my brains out if I have to be here next year after you guys leave.”

The table was silent for a few seconds while everyone considered the idea. It wasn’t that it was a bad plan, but Eddie suggesting a study group wasn’t something anyone had been expecting. It wasn’t that he was stupid, he was just… incredibly lazy and there was little in the world that motivated him to actually put in the work needed for graduation. Apparently things had come to a boiling point for him because this time he was actually not far behind from where he needed to be to get that coveted diploma and finally get the hell out of Hawkins High.

Gareth and Dottie looked at each other, having a silent conversation with their eyes that frankly put Eddie very on edge for a variety of reasons he was not willing to explore at the moment, and finally shrugged at the same time.

“I gotta call my Dad and explain but I don’t think he’ll be too concerned,” she said, and Eddie threw his arm over her shoulders to pull her into a one-sided hug.

“Great! Now that that’s settled, any song requests for us, princess?”

Gareth’s house was a quaint little thing in a lovely cul-de-sac not very far from where Dottie lived. As the pair walked up the street after getting off the school bus, she noticed that he seemed oddly nervous, which in her experience was very unlike him. Trying to get him out of his funk, she bumped her shoulder with his; he gave her a shy smile in return.

“What’s got you so worried?” she asked, hugging her pretty pastel striped folder to her chest.

“Nothing, it’s just… It’s really dumb.”

“I won’t laugh.”

The boy sighed, realizing she wasn’t gonna let it go until she had pried him open like a can as she so often did. These days it seemed no one could keep their secrets from her - just last Friday she’d gotten Mike to admit that he’d had his first serious fight with his girlfriend during Spring break, and she’d given him advice about how to make things right too at the younger boy’s request. There was something about Dottie that felt comfortable, like you could trust her with your problems and she’d try to solve them for you, and when she couldn’t, she would hold your hand while you went through them anyways. He wondered if she had anyone holding hers, or if she’d even let anyone offer to do so.

“Classmates don’t really come over, y’know?” Gareth admitted. “The guys come for band practice twice a week ‘cause I can’t move my drums around but… I’ve never done the whole study group thing. Not since middle school group projects, I guess.”

“To tell you the truth, I’ve never really done it either,” it was his turn to be surprised. “I didn’t have a lot of friends my age growing up, and I was always busy babysitting my cousins while they got together so this study group thing is new to me too. But that’s okay,” she smiled warmly at him. “We can figure it out together. Have the quintessential high school experience and all that.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled lightly. “It’ll be interesting, for sure. Weird that Eddie suggested it. I don’t think I’ve seen him do anything school related in all the years that I’ve known him.”

“Well, maybe we can be a good influence on him. It’d be really cool if we could graduate and go to prom together, right?”

“You wanna go to prom with Eddie?” he teased, the image of the older boy in a formal suit ridiculous to him.

“No, stupid,” she hit him in the arm with her folder, her cheeks a little red. “All of us together, as a group. Hellfire Class of ‘86 or something. It’d be fun.”

“Yeah, good luck convincing him to go. He’s had two senior proms already and only showed up to sell weed in the parking lot.”

“Is that a challenge, Gareth the Great?”

“Not with your odds, Dottie the Darling. He always does what you tell him to do. I’m pretty sure he’d jump off Sattler Quarry if you asked him.”

“Oh, are you saying you wouldn’t? Thought you trusted me, some friend you are,” she joked back, following him up the garage entrance at the back of the house.

At that, Gareth laughed heartily, reaching down to lift the garage door and revealing his setup to her. While he went into the house to get something to drink, she took the opportunity to look around and find a place to watch comfortably; not too near the amplifiers or the drums. She settled her things on an upturned crate of milk lying next to an old lawn chair and looked at the posters and big flag hanging from the walls. Gareth returned with a few cans of soda for everyone and extended one to her.

“Thanks,” she said, watching him get ready to do his thing. “I don’t think I know that band.”

“Which one?” he turned his head, following her pointing finger. “Oh, that’s us. We’re Corroded Coffin.”

“Really,” she stifled a laugh.

“Look, we were kids. It sounded cool.”

“No, definitely. Super cool.”

“Ah, fuck off,” they both laughed.

Dottie sat on a lonely stool that was close to the drums and watched him curiously while he adjusted his seat. She couldn’t play an instrument to save her life, but she had tried to once. Her old cheap acoustic guitar was currently hiding somewhere inside her wardrobe; a sad leftover from a former life where she’d tried to fit in at a huge school by taking guitar lessons for a few months. The summer had come and her teacher had skipped town; she’d never tried to find another one and had never picked the guitar up again. Maybe one day, she kept telling herself, and deep down, some part of her thought she actually might go through with it.

Gareth settled into a comfy rhythm, stretching his fingers and getting into the proper mood, stealing a few glances at her to see if she was enjoying herself. He was pleased to know that she was - Dottie looked at him like this was the most entertaining thing that had happened to her all day, which, to be fair, it probably was. He added a few little flourishes to make her laugh, tapping into his jazz lessons from when he had been barely tall enough to reach the pedals. Soon enough, the rest of the boys arrived in Eddie’s van, blaring some metal song she had never heard before. She helped them unload their gear, making light conversation with Donny as he plugged in his bass and plucked a few notes to get his fingers warm.

“Alright, princess, ready for the show?” Eddie asked, taking his place at his mic to the left, Jeff to his right in the middle of the “stage” with his own mic in front of him.

“Woooo, go Coffin!” she cheered, swinging her legs in the air in front of her from her seat at the stool, now at the front.

The boys launched into a cover of Black Sabbath’s Paranoid and anything that Dottie had been expecting, had to be thrown out of a window immediately. They weren’t just good, they were legitimately great. Donny played his bass with surgical precision, like he had been doing it since the day he was born. Gareth repeatedly made her laugh, shaking his head like he was possessed, never once missing his beat. Jeff had a phenomenal voice; she was only half mad he hadn’t bothered to mention he was this gifted. He exuded a boyish charm she normally didn’t associate with the more reserved teen, but it was a lot of fun to see this side of him proudly displayed for everyone that walked by. And Eddie, Jesus Christ, Eddie. It was like he had been created for the sole purpose of standing on a stage someday. He exhaled music in every breath, he goofed around with Jeff, made faces at Gareth, closed his eyes and tilted his head to the sky while he shredded his six-string. He was a showman, that had been apparent in their D&D sessions but this, this was something else entirely.

As they rolled in and out of different songs, some that she knew, some that she didn’t, she found herself staring more and more at Eddie. Eddie’s hands plucking notes from the strings, Eddie’s hair swinging wildly, Eddie’s legs carrying him around the garage as he engaged in theatrics with the rest of the boys, Eddie’s neck when he threw his head back, Eddie’s voice as he sang backup vocals for Jeff. It was overwhelming, this feeling of seeing him as he truly was for the first time and yet recognizing so many little tics and mannerisms she’d seen every day by now in this incredible performer. Get your shit together, Dorothy, she forced herself to think when they stopped for a break, Gareth passing cans of Dr. Pepper around.

Donny and Eddie were smoking just outside the garage door and while they were distracted, she took the opportunity to praise Jeff copiously. The teen couldn’t stop scratching his neck in a mixture of embarrassment and pride. Gareth slid next to her when Jeff excused himself to go to the bathroom, barely contained energy noticeable by the way he was tapping on his can as he settled on the table next to her.

“So? What d’you think?” he asked, genuinely wanting to hear her opinion.

“Oh my god, G, that was… that was amazing, what the fuck. Why didn’t you tell me you guys were this good?” he shrugged. “And you! Wow, who knew you were hiding all of that under those curls. Remind me again why you don't have a girlfriend.”

“Okay, you’re definitely lying now,” he laughed, taking a sip of his soda. “You gotta come to The Hideout someday, you’d love it.”

“I will, just gotta convince my Dad to let me go out on a school night. After we all graduate and leave for college and shit, you guys gotta play for me when we come back during the breaks or I’ll be really sad.”

“I, um,” he began, a little embarrassed. “I’m not leaving, actually. I’m going to Hawkins Community.”

“Really? What are you gonna do there?”

“Music. Percussion,” he said, like it was obvious. “Money isn’t exactly great right now, y’know. Gretchen’s tuition is really expensive,” he shrugged. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot and my parents agree community college is a good fit for me, for now at least. I was a jazz drummer before all this metal stuff so…”

“Impressive. Try to remember us mortals when people call you the next Ringo Starr, okay?”

“Ah, shut up. I’ll probably end up being a teacher or something boring like that. What are you gonna do?”

“Teaching,” Dottie said with a straight face.

“...you’re fucking with me.”

“I’m not,” she smiled at him. “I’m thinking either Elementary or English. Haven’t really decided yet but I don’t gotta declare until like… my junior year, I think. I’ve got time.”

“Wow,” they sat in silence watching Jeff join Donny and Eddie outside. “Where are you going?”

“Michigan.”

“Michi…” he trailed off before snapping his head back in her direction. “You are the kid that got into UMich with a full ride?” he looked at her like she’d just told him she was a Russian spy.

“That’s me,” Dottie did jazz hands to illustrate. “I applied when I was still in New York, I was Early Admission.”

“Jesus. Talk about remembering us when you’re famous.”

“Yeah, a famous kinder teacher. I’ll be known for my finger painting skills.”

“What are we talking about?” Eddie asked, resting his back against the table Gareth was sitting on.

“College.”

“Ew, boring. Change of topic.”

“You’re the one who interrupted us,” Gareth told him, rolling his eyes.

“Actually…”

The boys looked at Dottie, waiting for her to finish her sentence. She felt a wave of nervousness roll through her entire body, her toes tensing inside her sneakers, her palms clammy. She cleaned them on the back of her jeans and laughed shakily, shifting her weight from foot to foot.

“So… I don’t know if I mentioned this but it’s my birthday on Monday,” she said. “I was thinking that maybe you guys would like to come over? Saturday night?”

“Party time?” Jeff asked, eyes glinting.

“Something like that,” she chuckled. “Just to hang out? Play some games, fun music, pizza, cake. I was thinking of asking everyone else too, even Erica. We can have like a little Hellfire birthday if you’re down. My Dad is super chill and he’s been saying for years now that I can drink my first beer on my 18th birthday so there will be booze. Just, y’know, behave?”

“I’m down!” Gareth declared, and she smiled, happy that she’d been correct in putting his name first under the Yes column on her list.

“Me too!” Donny said, stubbing his cig with his heel and hurrying inside.

“Sure, it’ll be fun,” Jeff said, and Dottie wasn’t entirely too sure if he was telling the truth or not. Probably column it is.

She turned to look at Eddie for his final answer; he was looking at her with an unreadable expression. In a split second, he grinned and raised his soda can above his head.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, darling,” he said, and winked at her from the top of his can as he downed what was left in it. He put it down on the table and looked at the rest of his band. “Come on, let’s get a few more songs in before Gareth’s mom gets home and we gotta hit the textbooks.”

By the time the weekend had started, she’d made Actual Real Solid Plans with her dad about the party and invited the rest of the Hellfire Club during Friday’s session. On Sunday night, basking in her last hours as a 17 year old, Dottie took out the crinkled sheet of paper she’d written her initial attendees list on and made a few changes. It now read:

#bunny writes #small town fic #eddie munson x female character #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson #hellfire club #stranger things 4 #gareth stranger things #jeff stranger things #corroded coffin #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn #baby's first fic

[yan-sideblog]

sorry for another request, but can you write a short fic of the reader sneaking out without Jack (or at least attempt too) for some alone time or out with a friend, but eventually gets caught and gets a lengthy ass “but outside is dangerous without your loved one by your side” talk. Love your work btw <3

I can just imagine Jack goin on this long lecture and MC just sitting there like "you done bro?".

All fhey wanted was one night. Was that to much to ask? According to the universe? Yes, yes it was.

It was a solid plan in theory. Wait for an hour after he fell asleep then quietly sneak out after changing into some clothes they stored under the couch. After that it was just quick walk to the bar around the corner from work.

One of their college buddies, Lucille, was in town for the week and wanted to catch up over drinks. And while they weren't as close to her as they were Shaun they were still happy to hear from her.

And it was a great evening. Laughing over memories from class, venting about their equally disliked jobs and just making general conversation.

But as the night wound down they agreed it was best to head home after making plans to hang out again the next time she was in town, Shaun would be in town then to so hopefully he could join.

Unfortunately that's where the fun ended. Because when they got home they were greated by a very unhappy Jack with his arms crossed. And that's how they ended up here, getting ready for bed whilst trying to ignoring the lecturing clown man following them everywhere.

"I just don't get why you'd do something so reckless." they couldn't tell if he was genuinely confused or it was fake and honestly they didn't care.

"For the last time Jack I'm not 5. I'm allowed to go hang out with a friend, alone." and that's all they wanted really. Just a few hours with a friend without having to keep looking over their shoulder at something nobody else can see or hear.

"I know that, and I'm not saying you are. All I'm saying is that being out late on your own isn't safe." he keeps talking as they sit on the edge of the bed crossing their arms.

They know he doesn't mean to be but Jack can be so suffocating at times. And they've tried explaining it nicely multiple times but it never seems to stick, sometimes they wonder if they should just be blunt about it. But each time they think that a fuzziness comes over their head and the thought vanishes.

Even now they can feel it at the edges of their mind, whittling down their annoyance. It's not normal right? They should be mad that he's making a big deal about this. They should be firm about needing time apart from him. Right?

But, much as they wish they would, the words just never come out. They were so lost in thought they didn't notice him sit next to him until he put his hand on their shoulder.

"You know i only worry so much because i care about you right?" his voice seems to spur the warm fuzziness further, eating up more of their bad feelings. And honestly they were starting not to care. It was late and, while it wasn't an early shift, they did have work the next day.

Letting out a tired sigh they lean into his shoulder noting how warm he felt. "I know Jack and i won't just take off next time, alright?" the argument wasn't worth continuing in their opinion, besides he did sort of have a point. They would be freaked out to if he just wasn't there when they woke up so maybe it wasn't just him being overly clingy.

"Alright sunshine. How about we get you to sleep? You've got a busy day tomorrow." his voice was back to it's usual happy tone. Were it not for them being exhausted they'd question the sudden change. But the thought didn't occur to them even as he tucked them in snd placed a kiss at the top of their head.

After all he's just being his normal self. His normal, happy, affectionate, considerate self. Sure he worries a bit to much and can be a bit clingy but it's not so bad right? After all he's just thinking about what's best for them.

"Of course i am. All i want is for you to be happy and safe. So just let me take care of you.".

#jack #something's wrong with sunny day jack #sunny day jack #swwsdj #sdj #sdj fic #druunkdaze #yan-sideblog

[gummybear1178]

F-14 (Family of 14) Chapter 3

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Not fully sure where this story is going other than it will be IceMav and their 12 adopted dagger squadron kids!

The dagger squad is determined to find out who Maverick is married to, leading to some shenanigans and eventually the reveal! Followed by one shots featuring MavDad Icemav and Dadmiral with the Daggers! Feel free to leave requests and ideas!

Followed Maverick plot but Icemav is a thing, some changes along the way, all set up to show Mav and Ice and their adopted Dagger Squadron kids!

"I already miss you." Mav said softly.

"I miss you too Pete. If I didn't have to be here I wouldn't." Ice promised from the other side of the country.

"You know, for once it's not me causing us to be in separate locations and have to video call. You have to admit that is quiet a feat. Especially, since my current posting has me basically permanently home." Maverick teased.

"That just means you have to deal with what I dealt with for how many years?" Ice gave him a knowing look, "And it means you can't get in trouble while I'm gone."

"I have enough reasons to stay put."

"Good, now I am disappointed we have to postpone our reveal to the Daggers."

"Nah, this will just make it even funnier. I was thinking of inviting them out to the hanger tomorrow."

"Don't you dare let it slip without me there. I have to see the reactions."

"I will do everything in my power to prevent that. However, I think I will leave up our wedding photos. I have plenty of photos up, it will be hard for them to realize that it's my husband in the picture and not just my wingman. Also there are several pictures of me with people at the wedding up, and we are all in uniform."

"Fair point, plus it will just be that much funnier when they realize they literally had our wedding photo out."

"Also, I think I am going to fill Bob in later today, make sure he doesn't give them too much information or theories and make them realize. Feel up to another video call later in which we do a reveal, therefore you get to see the reaction."

"I would be delighted, however that does not take the place of our evening call."

"Never, I love seeing you and talking to you too much."

"Alright, after their debrief today I will hold Bob back under the guise of wanting to discuss some extra WSO stuff. Also, they don't know I know about the current bet so they have no reason to believe that's what it's about."

"Sounds like a plan, the conference won't start til tomorrow morning, so I can answer at any point. You on the other hand need to go start class. You can't get in trouble especially when I'm on the other side of the country."

Maverick nodded with a smile.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

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"Alright, I think I've corrected yall enough for one day, everyone head out, and don't forget my hanger tomorrow. I sent yall the address. Dismissed." Maverick told his daggers after hours of lecture.

"Bye Mav!" They chorused on their way out.

"Bob, hold back for a second." Maverick ordered as the rest headed out, Bradley still feiging grabbing his stuff in order to hang back.

"Sir?" Bob asked.

"I hear there is a bet going on." Maverick said with the most stern expression he could come up with.

"Yes sir." Bob said, trying his best to keep a professional tone of voice and not let the fear squeak through.

"Well, I have someone who would like to talk to you about that." Maverick said pulling out his phone and pressing the video call button.

Bob's eyes were wide as he feared what was to come next. This was never in his training.

Bradley slowly made his way to the side with his phone filming.

"Lieutenant Floyd, I hear there have been some rumors flying about me?" Iceman answered the phone with his famous cold expression.

Bob's eyes went wider than they thought possible.

"Sir-" Bob wasn't sure what to say.

"Bob, I would like to officially introduce you to my husband, Admiral Tom 'Iceman' Mitchell-Kazansky."

"So I was right?" Bob finally spoke looking over at Rooster.

"Pops, just clarifying you are married to dad right? Which makes Bob's bet correct?" Bradley said with a smirk on his face.

"That is correct Baby Goose."

Bob froze once more, this was far more information than he was expecting, and he wasn't expecting any of it.

"I think you two broke Bob." Maverick laughed.

"You know, so much has just made sense." Bob finally spoke.

"Information tends to do that." Ice said in a dry tone.

Once again Bob learned something new, the admiral was sarcastic. Though that fit with Maverick.

"So, kid, since you are the only one to guess correctly, we are pulling you in on the plan. Also because you knowing could corrupt the plan if we didn't interfere." Maverick informed him.

"What do you need me to do sir?" Bob said, a small mischievous smirk making it's way onto his face.

"Be our Stealth Pilot. Collect information that Bradley doesn't get, report to us, and have fun messing with the narrative. Especially at the hanger tomorrow. We planned on the big reveal being sooner however Ice was called away for a conference, so we have more time to mess with the others."

"I'm in."

"I figured as much. Tomorrow, I need you to both dissuade and encourage the theory that Ice is my husband. No too much either way though. Just don't push the fact we are married too much to the point that they actually figure it out."

"I want to enjoy the shock on their faces, so they better not uncover the truth when I am not there." Ice gave his admiral glare.

"I would be delighted sirs."

"Good, have fun lieutenant."

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"I'm sorry, you just casually have a P-51, and you never told us about it?" Phoenix asked incredulously.

"I'm show it to you now am I not?" Maverick rolls his eyes.

"Can we fly it?"

"Do you know how to fly it?"

"Well, no..."

"Then you all can take turns being the back seater, how about that?" Maverick offered.

A collection of cheers were heard from the squadron.

"But not all you today, we can do a few every now and then." Maverick amended, there was not time for him to go up and down with all 12 of them today.

The pilots grudgingly agreed.

"Hey Mav, is this who I think it is?" Coyote asks pointed to a series of photos on the wall.

"That would be Goose, Bradley's father."

"Wait, he played the piano too?" Omaha asked.

"Where do you think Bradley got it from? He grew up listening to his dad play. His favorite song to play was 'Great Balls of Fire'. Hints, where Bradley got it from."

A look of understanding crossed Hangman's face.

"So is this baby Pops?" Hangman asked pointing to a photo in the corner.

"Yea, that's a baby Maverick." Bradley laughed.

"And that is a baby Bradley." Maverick pointed to several pictures.

"Guys! Look it's Admiral Kazansky!" Fanboy pointed to a photo of them in their formal uniforms.

Maverick stifled a laugh, they were pointing at what was one of their wedding photos.

"Hey look it's the same photo they have up in the halls at Top Gun!" Payback added.

"That was taken right after our first mission together as wingmen." Maverick explained.

"Can you- Umm..."

"Out with it Fanboy." Maverick rolled his eyes at the sudden timidness of the pilot.

"Can you tell us the story of that day, I mean rumors flew at the academy and flight training, but I'm sure it's changed over the years."

"How about this, you tell me what you've been told, and I'll tell you how close it is." Maverick agreed hesitantly. It wasn't his favorite story to tell, too many things associated with it. Too many close calls and too soon after a close call wasn't just close.

"The main version I've heard, is that you were pulled straight from Top Gun graduation for a mission and you two were like besties, and got sent off and face 5 MiGs at once and you took down 3 and chased the other 2 away."

"It's a close version, but not true. Iceman and I were rivals at Top Gun, and I was the spare for that mission." Maverick explained.

"Was Goose your RIO for that one?" Coyote asked, not realizing the timeline nor the weight of his words.

Maverick froze for a second, his breath leaving him, as Bradley looked down at the floor.

Hangman chose to answer for them thanks to his findings before the mission.

"No, I thought Goose died in a training accident at Top Gun."

"That, was the first mission I flew without Goose." Maverick explained, his voice coming out weaker than it had been.

The squads eyes went wide as they quickly found a new picture to ask about.

Bradley watched his god father closely, he knew no matter how long it had been, Goose's death was a touchy subject for him. It was for Bradley too, but not in the same way. He only remembered the man from stories, videos, and pictures.

They found a large group photo.

"Who are these guys Mav?" Halo asked.

"That, is the Top Gun class of '86. Well at least my class." Maverick explained.

"So do you still keep in contact with the admiral?" Payback asked pointing to the another picture of their wedding, this time of Ice and the Bradley's class of'86 uncles.

"I do, I had a phone call with him last night actually. That photo was actually taken at my wedding. I still keep in contact with most of the guys from my Top Gun class. We do little reunions every now and then." Maverick decided to reveal. It didn't give much away because they were both in uniform as well as there were a several pictures from that day of him with other people also in uniform.

"Wait, when do we get to meet them?" Yale asked.

"Meet who?" Maverick not sure if they meant Ice or the class of '86.

"Whoever you're married too!" Harvard answered.

"Oh, it will be a few days, he got called away to a conference. He has been waiting to meet you guys though."

Bob smirked from the back of the group.

"Hey who is this?" Phoenix asked pointing to another photo.

Quickly leading to story time for a series of other photos.

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Dagger Group Chat

Fanboy We have new INFO!!! Mavericks HUSBAND is at a conference. Therefore we can knock out Penny and Hondo, because we saw Hondo earlier therefore not at a conference.

Phoenix So all we have left is We haven't met them, Cyclone, and Warlock.

Bob And Admiral Kazansky

Payback Sorry Bobby, but it's definitely not the Admiral, I mean we saw the photo earlier, taken at the wedding, not the groom. If he was married to the Admiral he just would have said that.

Bob I guess that makes sense, but I am standing by my bet

Halo Good, because bets are closed, no changing

Harvard We can also narrow it down if we find out if Cyclone or Warlock left for a conference. Seems like something they would do as the heads of Top Gun. If either are gone tomorrow, then we have our answer.

Hangman Or we establish we just don't know who they are because we have never met them. So if both are there tomorrow, then Phoenix and I win.

Yale Woah Woah Woah, Hangman, don't count your eggs before they've hatched. Your bet is that we don't know of them, we could know of them we just didn't bet on them. Therefore you would be wrong too.

Hangman Fine, we find out officially when we meet them, that work for everyone?

Phoenix As long as it ends with free round for me from everyone, then I don't care when.

Hangman Except me, I would get free rounds too!

Phoenix Yes Hangman, except you.

---

"Ice, you wouldn't believe it, they literally talked about one of our wedding photos and didn't catch on."

"The look on their faces is going to be priceless."

"Are you sure you can't hurry back from your conference?"

"I would if I could, I would do it even if we weren't waiting to do this reveal. I would do it just to come back to you."

"Aww, the ice cube is melting."

"Only for you."

"Sarcastic Iceman might actually kill them though, they still only know stoic Ice Cold Admiral Iceman."

"So, maybe I shouldn't meet them then, we will be down 10 of our best aviators." Ice jokes.

"I said might not would, plus you are a guardian angel you could bring them back to life."

"No I am your guardian angel, and occasionally Bradley's."

"You mean you don't want to do the paper work that would be involved."

"Maverick, I do my paperwork, but that doesn't mean I want extra."

"Fair point, if I didn't have to do my paperwork I never would."

"You do your paperwork last minute anyway!"

"Yea, but I still do it."

Ice glares at him thru the phone.

"I love you too," Maverick smirks. "But seriously, how much longer until you are back? Despite being Iceman you keep the bed very warm, and it is cold now."

"Your personal heater will be back in two days."

Maverick smiled.

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I hope you guys are enjoying!! Fear not the reveal is coming!! Sorry that this one is a little shorter, they will probably average 2k to 4k in words. Depending on what's in each chapter. I have planned out a lot of what will be happening. Once the reveal occurs it will become more one shots taking place after this focusing on fewer daggers at a time.

If you have any requests or ideas for those one shots let me know! I have my own list but will happily add!

Also I need help picking Ships

Hangman and Rooster or Phoenix and Rooster? I like both, and both can work for this story, or I can leave them relationshipless for now.

Please comment! You guys don't understand the joy I feel when yall comment! Hop you enjoyed!

#Icemav #tom iceman kazansky #top gun maverick #pete maverick mitchell #maverick #iceman lives #iceman x maverick #dagger squad #dagger kids #robert bob floyd #rooster #bradley rooster bradshaw #fanfiction #top gun #Class of '86 #mavdad #dadmiral #icedad

[lenoraslament]

Lenora’s Love: A Tom Riddle Story

Chapter 4: Hard to Resist

Because who doesn’t enjoy a love triangle between dark wizards?

She looked head as someone passed her a plate of food. The air felt tense. Tom would speak to her or look at her. She speared her food quietly and when she was done eating she rose.

"Goodnight" she pressed tentatively as she stood.

A chorus of quiet farewells and she spun around leaving them in silence.

"Are you ready for this weekend?" Mulciber said once she vacated the dining room.

Nott put his tongue in his cheek, "remind me why we are doing this again?"

"Guests from the ministry will be here. We need to impress them." Abraxas answered, "Mulcibers father and mine arranging this tournament, will be the perfect show of strength-".

"Tomorrow night Gentlemen" Tom interrupted, "we meet and strategize" he stood to leave not paying mind to Avery's glare. Abraxas only nodded.

She was saved the next day by her mother and Mrs Malfoy. They went into town to shop, returning with a variety of dresses. New shoes and gloves.

"Many young men will be here this weekend Lenora" her mother warned

"I thought the ball was in weeks" she asked curiously.

"No, for the tournament" she said, "Charles...Mr. Mulciber, started a little competition for the boys and word got out"

Lenora nodded, "it's just for men?" She asked.

"You'll have no competition!" her mother said and Mrs. Malfoy laughed.

Lenora hid a scowl as they walked through the stores.

They returned in the evening after dinner. Her father and Mr. Malfoy had waited up for their wives giving them cocktails.

"Where is everyone?" she looked around the downstairs.

"They are upstairs in the old library Lenora" Mr. Malfoy, "it's not for young ladies. Lots of precarious items" he warned.

"Dear, you should be off to bed" her mother added, "you need to look well rested".

Another eruption of laughter from the adults and Lenora left rolling her eyes.

She held her wand lifting the bags up the stairs. The dresses lifted out of her bags and hung themselves in the closet.

She put on her nightgown and laid in bed looking up at the ceiling sighing. She listened to the friendly chatter of their parents downstairs. She listened as they climbed the stairs to go to bed. Finally silence in the hallways.

    "Lumos" she whispered, her wand illuminated the dark hallways. She crept until she could hear the low murmuring of talking.

"You can't use stupefy so much" she heard Abraxas speaking.

"What am I supposed to do?" Nott said laughing, "use a confringo and detonate"

The rest of them laughed.

"Alohamora" Nora whispered opening the locked door.

"You could use a Alarte Ascendare" she said.

They all looked to the door.

"Miss. Rosier" Mulciber was standing near the desk, "please leave we are trying to meet".

She crossed her arms, "Come on; I could be part of your" she looked around at them, "cause".

"You're a lady" Abraxas reminded.

"And I was  second highest marked wizard in our class".

Nott swallowed and looked at Tom.

"Theory and practice are completely different" Tom finally said.

"This is not a social club" Lestrange grumbled.

"If you remember gentleman, I am a more competent dueler than most of you" she said rather loudly.

They all looked like a cold shock hit them. Nott looked at the floor, "we know Nora".

Tom finally stood taking her upper arm,

"Yes you were very good in class" she looked at him angrily the closeness of his face to hers not lost on him.

"But this is not class dar-"he stopped and swallowed Darling.

"Dark arts are not for everyone" Abraxas finished trying to help him.

Tom led her to the hall, she looked past him into the room shocked and only Black met her eye.

"Besides, Alarte Ascendare is banned in formal duels" he said.

Tom slammed through room shut leaving her in the hall she smacked the door with her hand.

"I knew that!!"

Lenora felt particularly heated after last nights exchange, she ignored Avery and Nott who she saw in the morning in the hall. She grabbed a book from her own collection and an apple from the kitchen. She went to the lake and sat on the grass on a blanket.

   Her sundress yellow was covered in embroidered daisies. Her long back hair laid in waves on her shoulders. She studied her History of Charms: Dueling edition. The glamour spell she placed on it said Love Stories of the 19th century.

   The sun tried to reflect on the lake but small clouds and trees kept it from brightening the water. The dark blue tapestry danced tempting her to jump in.

   She had worn her swimsuit under the dress, she bit the inside of her cheek as she stared out at the water. Her strap wandered off her shoulder as she played with it.

   "Would you like some company?" She turned and saw Cygnus Black behind her.

"Only if I can drown you" Nora raised her eyebrows.

     He smiled and sat next to her on the blanket. She stared ahead feeling a heat rush in her face. Why was he so comfortable with her? She wondered, The nerve to sit so close. She hardly knew him like she knew the others.

   "I'm sorry about last night" he watched her, "it's not personal. They think you need protecting"

   Nora let her eyes dart to him for a moments his black hair was a little longer than the others, the playful glint in his eyes only made him look more handsome. For a moment she felt a flutter in her stomach, if for no other reason than the way he stared at her as if was trying to permeate her thoughts.

   "And what do you think?" She turned to face him. His fingers crossed the small distance between them and touched the strap of her dress. He slid it back up to sit on her shoulder, a gentle caress up her arm. His fingertips glided until they were rested at her collarbone. His eyes never left hers.

"I think" he swallowed brushing a strand of hair behind her ear his voice lowering, "you are much stronger than they think".

    Heat descended from her chest and flushed over her legs, she knew she was blushing.

  Black smiled and returned his hand resting at his side.

"Excuse my audacity" he said smiling, now turning to look at the lake, "you are very"

Feeling emboldened she  gave him a coquettish smile, "very what?"

   His eyes flicked from her eyes to her lips,

"Very hard to resist".

    Nora tried to hide the wide smile that blossomed on her face.

"Don't let me interrupt" they heard Mulciber walk up behind them.

Lenora only rolled her eyes but Black began to stand up.

"I thought I might go swimming" she smiled at Black, "won't you join me?".

"He's needed inside little girl" Mulciber sounded even more serious than usual, "some of us have work to do".

   She sneered at him comment, "suit yourself"she said softly. Black looked down at where she sat, "another time, Miss Rosier" his voice was gentle and she picked up his formality was to do with Tom's henchmen. Although it puzzled her as to why.

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[knightofthegarden]

Loregamot Study Guide Vol. 2

Greetings again, class, knights. With tomorrow bringing the results of our hard fought investigation, it is about time I updated those wanting to follow along with this exciting saga on the latest developments.

You can read the first summary, including the purpose of our research here.

With that covered, let us get into newest news!

At the publishing of the first study guide, @cosmobergamot was on leave, and so on his return shortly after, we were eager to ask him more questions. While he was still reluctant to answer anything directly, he did recognize the speech quirk of void calling people "Poppet", and this recognition made him more wary. We attempted to use this wariness as a reason that we should be given more information, and it was at this point that the Professor informed us that he did not have the authorization to tell us about Void or their battle at the amphitheater, and he didn't know the authorization key for that information. (He described his inability to tell us more as "being under an NDA".) Nonetheless, we did learn one more piece of information - we confirmed that the spell Cosmo used to disintegrate Void was not the usual Disintegrate spell, and was a spell of his own creation - which itself requires authorization from the library.

Towards the end of this August 5th Minecraft stream, a stray comment also prompted the Professor to tell us about his battle against a group known as the Doom League, and grant us our first authorization key, "firefly", to give to the library. This authorization key gave us much interesting lore, and motivated much new speculation and questioning. Many theories were made into the cursed items and people involved, and the story drew more attention to Key Lake, which is also where the amphitheater where Cosmo and Void fought was located.

The discovery of the Doom League, and the questions following it, motivated me to host a live study session on August 12th, where myself and other students looked over the information we had thus far, brainstormed more questions to ask @temaylibrary, and searched for where to "speak the cursed name and enter". A very important result of this group study session was the decision to look deeper into what library found in relation to the term "the Scattered Void", which I had previously brushed off as dead ends.

We inquired about the entity known as Empty, and confirmed that this was referring to Void.

We also inquired about the magician who researched gravity, and learned about a theoretical class-3 spell called Black Void, which, if cast, would destroy the world. (Classes of spells are a separate topic, but suffice to say, class-3 spells are not able to be cast by any known means.)

We also pursued other leads, but these two topics would be the ones most relevant to our search for Void.

On the 14th, Cosmo once again took to stream. Armed with the answers the library had provided us from our study session, we immediately assaulted him with questions based on what we had learned. Despite his NDA, we were able to clarify the following:

Back when The Horizon fought and defeated Empty, it did not have a discernible form - it did not like a goth Professor Cosmo.

Cosmo does not believe he was possessed, taken over, or otherwise body-snatched by Empty during that battle, and the enchantments on his hat are not related to that battle.

Empty had control over time and space, making it difficult (on top of the NDA) for Cosmo to describe his abilities - but the danger he posed was related to the theoretical Black Void spell.

We were much wiser, and yet, we still did not know what exactly was the cursed name, and how and where to enter it. Knowing that the Professor could not give us the authorization key to learn more about Void, how were we meant to answer our remaining questions and find him? Lilith inquired this very thing, and received the suggestion that someone "unscrupulous" would have to give us it. This, combined with a hint that "if you found [where to speak the cursed name], you would know" eventually led us to discover what had been within our reach since the very beginning:

"I am @thescatteredvoid"

We found a tumblr account: https://thescatteredvoid.tumblr.com/ It is password protected, and only accessible on desktop. The class banded together to go through all that we knew and enter the cursed name. Thanks to an unfortunate oversight, it took us many attempts to arrive at the answer: cosmobergamot. But we did it. We spoke the cursed name... and entered.

I will allow you to see the blog for yourself. What's most important, is Void is the one who would give us our authorization key: "peppermint". We asked the library about it, and now, we will have our answers Saturday, August 19th.

Will this answer all our questions - will it be the end of the Loregamot saga? Or will tomorrow be the library's third installment of our study guide, only providing the context we need to understand and appreciate the conflict still to come?

It's only a matter of time now...

#loregamot

[bsdndprplplld]

7 III 2023

it's the second week of the semester and I must say that it's easier than I predicted

statistical data analysis is boring but easy, algebra 2 is easy but probably interesting, so is differential geometry

algebraic topology was funny because ⅓ of the group completed the algebraic methods course, so at first we told the professor to skip half of the lecture (we all know the required part of category theory) and then with every new piece of information he would say "ok maybe this will be the first thing today that you don't know", to which we would reply "naaah we've seen this" lmao. but the course overall will be fun and maybe it's even better that the level of difficulty won't be as high as I though, that would leave more time for my other stuff

the tutorial part of number theory was scary, because the professor wanted us to work in pairs. my autistic ass hates working in groups and the noise in the room was unbearable (everyone was talking about the exercises we were given to solve), so I was on the verge of a meltdown after 30 minutes of this despite ANC headphones. next time I will work by myself from the start. maybe without the requirement of communication it won't be as bad. the course itself will be easy, when it comes to the material. I know nothing about number theory, so the novelty will make it more enjoyable. a few people said that they would prefer the tutorial in the standard form, maybe I won't have to worry about surviving it if there are enough people who want to change it

my birthday is tomorrow and as a gift my parents gave me enough money to buy an ipad, I was saving for it since november. for a few days now I've been testing different apps for note taking, pdf readers and other tools useful for studying. I must say, this is a game changer, I absolutely love it

taking notes itself is less comfortable than on an e-ink tablet, which gives very paperlike experience, but it's better than traditional ones. the upside is that I can use different colors and the whole process is less rigid than on an e-ink

two apps that seem the best for now are MarginNote 3 and GoodNotes

the first one is good for studying something from multiple sources. the app allows to open many pdfs, take pieces from them and then arrange them in a mindmap. it's possible to add handwritten notes, typed notes, photos and probably more that I don't know yet. all of this seems to be particularly useful when studying for exams or in other situations when it's necessary to review a huge chunk of material

the second app is for regular handwritten notes. it doesn't have any special advantages other than I just like the interface lol what I like about taking notes on ipad is that I can take photos and insert them directly into the notebook, which I can't do on the e-ink. it's great for lectures and classes because I don't usually write everything down (otherwise I can't listen, too busy with writing) and even if I do, I don't trust myself with it so I take photos anyway. being able to merge the photos with notes reduces chaos

oh god this is going to be a long post! other news from life is that yesterday I had a meeting with my thesis advisor and we finally picked a topic. some time ago he sent me a paper to try and said, very mysteriously, to let him know if it's not too hard before he reveals more details about his idea. the paper is about symmetric bilinear forms on finite abelian groups, pure algebra, and I was supposed to write about algebraic topology, so I tried to search where this topics comes up, but didn't find anything. it turns out that it's used to define some knot invariant, which I would use to write about the classification of singularities of algebraic curves. in the meantime my advisor had another idea, which is an open problem in knot theory. we decided to try the second one, because there is less theory to learn before I could start writing the paper

to summarize what I'm about to do: there is a knot invariant called Jones polynomial, which then inspires a construction of a certain R-module on tangles and the question asks whether that module is free, if so, what is its rank. now I'm reading the book he gave me to learn the basics and I can't wait till I start working on the problem

#studyblr #mathblr #math

[yaxwrites]

[ based on on my last post. what I would do to take Iwaizumi to my favorite Mexican restaurant and have him try everything ]

Tapping your pen the side of your forhead, focusing on the words in front of you, Erik Erikson was an ego psychologist who developed one of the most popular and influential theories of development. While his theory was impacted by psychoanalyst Sigmund Freud's work… and you have wonder off again. You look across at table and see Iwaizumi focused on his own textbook with one pen on his hand and a highlighter on the other.

“Hajime” you whispered. Nothing. His green eyes were focused on his Intro to Cardio Exercise Physiology textbook.

“Hajime, I know you can hear me.” you groan, knowing he ignoring you on purpose.

Not taking his eyes off from his book, Iwaizumi responds in a firm voice “Mid terms. You have your Life Development midterm tomorrow at 9am and I have Physiology exam at 10am.”

“Okay, I know but I am losing focus and-”

“Sounds like a personal problem”

You cross your arms, rolling your eyes at his comment, “Can we please take a break?”

His green eyes finally meet your brown eyes, letting a sigh out of his mouth, “Last time we took a break YOU spend 2 hours at Barnes and Noble walking around.”

A nervous laughter slips out your mouth as you ignored his eyes. “Well yes but when we came back I was more still and quiet and actually studying, wasn’t I?” From the corner of your eye, you see his brows and lips pulling down into a scowl. That scowl still frightens you, even a year later of knowing him.

A sigh comes out from his lips, knowing you’re right. There no point of forcing you to study because he knows once you lose focus it’s impossible to bring you back. He learned the hard way the first time you study together. After 40 minutes of studying, you lost focus and beg Iwaizumi to take a break and he wouldn’t nudge. Until you kept walking around, talking to him, going through his bookshelf, that he realized you weren’t going to be still. So he learned when you ask for a break, it’s best to listen because then neither of you won’t get anything done. “Okay fine, but one hour max.”

You jumped at your feet in exicement, a big smile forming at your lips. “YAY! Thank you.”

He couldn’t help but smile too knowing he made you happy. “Where do you want to go?”

“Los Tres Reyes” you said before Iwaizumi can finish his question.

Iwaizumi titled his head to the side with a look of puzzlement crossing his face, “To where?”

And then it suddently hit you. For the whole year you’ve known Iwaizumi you haven’t taken him to your favorite Mexican Resturant. “I have failed you as your only Mexican friend. How can I not take you to Los Tres Reyes.”

Rolling his eyes at your comment, grabbing his keys, “I do have other hispanic friends you know?”

You look at him, smiling sweetly, “I’m the only one you see outside class though.”

He knows you’re right. But he couldn’t help it. There was something about you that Iwaizumi loved. Maybe it was the way you spoke Spanish when you were on facetime with your parents, talking so quickly but they always understood everything you said. Or maybe the way the sun glazed at your brown skin as he walks you to class. Or maybe it was when he first walked into your apartment and saw a different glimpse of you. A Mexico flag hanging proudly in your living room right next to your family photos. One where you graduated high school, another one where you are 12 and holding your newborn brother, and a bunch of photos with your nieces and nephews. The way you talked about them and always answered their calls no matter what you were doing, he knew they hold a special place in your heart. And in the background he could hear Spanish music playing, soon he would learn it is called Bachata. He saw a different part of you and his feeligs for you coudn’t help but grow more. He knew that you understood what you meant to be part of 2 different cultures at the same time.

…..

Opening the door, you hear the bell ringing letting know the employee someone has enter the store. You stand on line, looking around taking everything in. The bright green walls, a novela playing on the tv, Prince Royce playing on the background, an altar for La Virgencita and the best part? Every one looked like you and spoke the same language as you.

“I still can’t believe I haven’t brought you here!”

“Maybe you would’ve brought me here. If you wouldn’t beg for me to take you to Barnes and Noble or Target or Starbucks every single day.” Moving up the line Iwaizumi notices they’re the next ones and he hasn’t even looked at the menu. “Wait where do the menu? How do I know what to get?” and before he knows it. You’re in front of the cashier and he hears that beautiful language he has learned to love.

“Buenas tardes, mija. ¿Qué te gustaría hoy?.” (Good afternoon. What would you like today?)

“Hola. ¿Puedo obtener dos horchatas grandes y dos chicharrones preparados?” (Hello, can I get two large horchatas and two chicharrones preparados?)

“Por supuesto. Su total sería $22.22” You nodded at the cashier and swiped your card.

“I could’ve paid.” Iwaizumi said, walking towards an empty table.

“You always pay. Let me treat you. Besides I force you to take a break.”

“What did you get us?”

“You’ll see.”

Raising his eyebrow at you, “How do you even know I’ll like it?”

“You’ll love it. Trust me.” At the corner of your eye you notice the employee coming with your order. “Gracias”

“This is called an Horchata.” You said giving Iwaizumi his drink. “It’s sweet. It’s made from rice milk, cinnamon, and sugar. And this” pushing the plate of chicharrones preparados in front of him, “It’s Chicharrones Preparados. It has mayo, queso fresco, salsa Valentina, cueritos(pork skin), avocado, and sour cream.”

A soft giggle left Iwaizumi lips as he heard you switch English to Spanish and back to English. It was a common thing you’ll do switching back and forth. Most of the time you wouldn’t notice it, but he did. And he absolutely love it every single time.

Iwaizumi brought the Chicharrones Preparados and took a bite. All the flavors melted on his mouth, “This is really good”

You smiled at him. “I know. Try the Horchata.” Iwaizumi brought the cup to his lips and took a sip. and then another one. and another one. He loved it.

“This taste so good. Do you know how to make it at home?”

You couldn’t help but admire him. How he was enjoying a part of your culture. “Yes. I know how to make it.”

“You have to make this every time we have study dates then.” Your eyes widen open with your mouth slighty open.

Iwaizumi looked at your expression and put his hand over yours. “Like you said. You’re the only I see outside of class.”

You looked at Iwaizumi with a beamnig smile, taking his hand with yours, intertwining your fingers with his. “So is this a date?”

“No this is not a date. Trust me, when I take you on a date which I will soon. You will know it’s a date.”

Your cheeks got warm with a tinted pink, “Okay Hajime.”

“Okay.” Both of y’all finish eating your food and drink holding hands over the table, knowing this is the beginning of something new.

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