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PAC READING: YOUR DIVINE FEMININE'S AURA
Discussing your feminine's general aura and characteristics. Friendly for both men and girls/theys who like girls. You can also pick it to see how your aura is as a feminine â¤ď¸
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Pile 1
7 of pentacles, 8 of pentacles, 10 of swords
Your DF has the aura of a sweet herbal witch. She lives in her little cabin in the woods and like a fairy she works on perfecting her craft. Greens and purples look great on her.
This is a slow and steady energy. This is someone who loves taking their time. She loves learning and implementing her skills. Making coffee becomes a daily ritual and same goes as washing the dishes.
Her attention to detail is immaculate and that can drive you crazy sometimes but you know that with all that good comes some bad. Very well presented, you can take her anywhere and all eyes will be on her. Very earthy, stable and focused on building a foundation for all things practical before she jumps onto commitment.
Her steady "working on myself" attitude stems from getting backstabbed one too many times. She knows that she has to build herself up and after that all her dreams will manifest. She is into self development and may love going through that tag on Tumblr. She may even be a blogger herself.
She is investing in herself and doesn't shy away from learning about accounting or law. Nothing will stand on her way to that cute fairy cottage *aggressive cute walk* đ.
Pile 2
9 of pentacles, queen of swords, the magician
Whoever has this DF as a counterpart or has that aura, WOW. Miss Independent. A handful. We love seeing that *sprinkle, sprinkle* here. CEO. That's C-Suite energy!
This woman is someone powerful and dominant. Like a race horse you will always bet on because you KNOW, it will always come first đ (pun intended). She works very very hard for what she wants and similar to pile 1 she can be in accounting, finance and law. Good with numbers and her hands. I bet she has a dirty sense of humour.
From the first moment you see her you will know she is the real deal. Others blend in the background while she power walks in the room. Penetrating stare and red bottom high heels, her allure is different. She doesn't have to show dominance, others feel that she is the boss. Mami energy. Ferocious when someone comes for her loved ones. She could even be in law enforcement.
Red and brown. Symbolising high energy that's still grounded and serious. Do not cross her.
Pile 3
King Of Swords, Knight Of Wands, Ace Of Swords
Now, this one? A handful ! Try to tie her down. You just can't. A brat.
This person is very fluid. They don't care about terms and conditions. They are highly intelligent and her mind walks a thin line between spirituality and logic. The most unconventional, they will find a solution no one sees yet it's right in front of them. Highly intellectual and well versed in philosophy and math.
This reminds of a movie with James Franco where he played a start up founder who was into spirituality. A crazy genius. A party is a party and they will be there.
Partying in Ibiza? They've done that. Phuket for a Muay Thai Camp? That did that last year! Eiffel tower to try a croissant with pistachio filling? They just got back yesterday and guess what? They hate pistachios.
This person is the type to run a start up company focused on clean energy and when shit hits the fun they will call an astrologer and ask for recommendations. They respect everyone. They will listen to your mom and dad when they talk about their days and take mental notes of great ideas. They know great ideas come from the most unconventional places and fields.
Pile 4
Page Of Cups, Page Of Swords, The Fool (5 Of Swords + 8 Of Swords + 5 Of Pentacles flew out)
This can be my age difference pile. They will run you to the ground lol.
This is someone with lots of mental capacity. You ask them about World War II and they will tell you how Nazis and Churchill used astrology and why the war happened and after 5 hours you will be listening to them about Ancient Mesopotamia. "How did we get here?" You will think.
Well, it doesn't matter cause you love listening to their voice and their warm heartfelt laugh. They look innocent and pure and even if they try to intimidate you you will let them think they can but in reality they look like a cinnamon roll and they are a cinnamon roll. Their life was not the best and they have lots of trust issues. They may look innocent but their eyes hide a painful past. Like a kitten thrown out and left out in the cold they feel lost and unappreciated.
You listening to them means the world and you will be shocked at how appreciative they are and how loving with you. They are very romantic and they may have great expectations and daydreams about their love life.
I get that you might start off as friends and meet in a very random way on a daily run or while getting groceries or a tire changed. You will immediately fall in love with them and they will seem like they don't suspect a thing. Let me tell you, they know, they are just too scared to show their feelings and until you grab them and kiss em you won't know how much passion is brewing underneath this innocent and clever facade. They might turn into pile number 2 in a few years lol.
Ready for everything, you will always be a warm embrace and their home when they come back from exploration. You will love how they yawn while reading a book and how they stretch when they wake up showing revealing their tummy. They are cute to you, even if everyone else sees them differently, that's how you view them. They might be a black mysterious cat but you think of them as a tired little kitten waiting for a safe home that will accept them as they are.
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hey can i please request a twisted wonderland march romantic and platonicđ
Iâm a 4â11 Hispanic-black female with curly dark brown hair and brown eyes with tan skin. Iâm socially awkward around new people but one Iâm comfortable Iâm a sarcastic blunt women who takes no crap from anyone . I donât play sports but I do work out by running since I am a big foodie. You can find me reading fanfic or writing fanfic while listening to music especially spanish music on cleaning days.
I hate math but love American history and i love dancing especially to Spanish music and can be found speaking in Spanish with excited or angry and love anime. I have a small group of friends but we are all close
i am a libra and my birthday is October 8 i am very big on my hispanic culture. i am also not a fan of tomatoes
I am also a huge animal lover and currently own two pit-bulls that i love and train in spanish. I also love cooking mainly hispanic dishes.
Hello and thank you so much for your request! I absolutely love Pit-bulls. One of my lovely puppies is part pit and she is just the sweetest thing ever! I will admit, I love listening to Spanish music, especially when I am doing schoolwork.
For the time being, I will do one of the match-ups, starting with the romantic one and will come back to the other as soon as I am completely caught up with my requests! I hope that you enjoy!
Tw: None
I match you with............
Deuce Spade
First things first, this man is so in love with you, it isn't even funny. He is smitten. it was like love at first sight for him and he can't get enough of you.... and yes, he asked his mother for advice because he certainly did not want to mess anything up, the boy is just so nervous.
Deuce loves animals, that much is known. We have seen how this man is with little chicks, we love a man with an adorable soft side, and he will certainly let it show.
This also means that he will invite you to Heartslabyul. They have plenty of animals there.
Want to help him tend to the little hedgehogs? They're such adorable little creatures, and how can you deny them when they curl into your lap so cutely and make those little sounds of theirs?
The flamingos are hit or miss, but usually pretty good.
As a member of the Track and Field team, he will certainly offer to go running with you. It is a good exercise and you get a running partner while he gets practice.
Speaking of his club, Deuce would certainly love it if you would come and see his meets. Knowing that there is someone in the stands cheering him on urges him to perform at his absolute best. Even if he doesn't win, he certainly tried his best and you were able to see that, that's what matters to him.
Please speak to this man in Spanish, he will absolutely melt. Does he know what you're saying? No. Is he absolutely smitten? Absolutely.
You have also caught this man at least trying to learn certain words and phrases in Spanish. While hard for him and frustrating, he is putting that effort in and is taking the time to be able to learn what he can of your culture..... the man is husband material through and through.
Overall, Deuce is a man who strives to be his absolute best to ensure your happiness. If anything has you feeling down, he will certainly seek to correct that, just to see you smiling. At the end of the day, the man has more love for you than what he knows what to do with.
Thank you for your request!!
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Hold On: Drive Your Young Mind Crazy
CW: Dysfunctional family dynamics, depression, romanticization of the BBU system, that weird breed of dysfunction that large homeschooling families have
Someone runs past his room, screaming at the top of their lungs. He presses his hands over his ears, staring at the math problems he has been working on for the last hour. Only two of them have been completed. Another kid runs by screaming.Â
âShut up!â Logan yells at the door. âIâm trying to, to, to, um, to do my homework!â
âDonât tell me to shut up or Iâll tell Mom you didnât make dinner!â
He screams into his book. He wasnât able to make dinner because he had to go get Leon from football practice, then Mary Ann wanted to go to the park, then Lisa and Louis needed help with their homework and by then it was six oâclock. It was all he could do to throw snacks at the kids and turn on the television for a few seconds of peace.Â
Apparently it wasnât to last.
âDonât you, donât you dare!â
âThen donât yell at me!â
He swallows back another scream and turns his attention to his homework. He still has to finish his math homework, then read the book for English and start the essay that was due last week. His Spanish homework lies forgotten in his bag. Heâs failing the co-op class, but has no time to make up for the missed homework. Itâs all he can do to keep his head above water focusing on just math and English.Â
Logan raises his head and stares at the posters on the wall. None of them are his. Theyâre all his younger brothersâ who share the room with him. Nothing in this room is his. Just the top bunk in the corner and the dresser drawer he has to fit all his clothes in.Â
âLogan!â
The door slams open and he yelps, dropping his pencil. âEdward!â
âWhereâs my shoes? Erin wants to take us to the park again and I canât find my shoes!â
âCheck the, the closet.âÂ
Edward steps on the edge of his notebook, crumpling the page. Logan sucks in a deep breath, his nose burning with the familiar promise of tears. He presses the heel of his hand against his eyes, desperate to keep from breaking down. Again.Â
If this happens again, weâre taking away your phone until you can focus on helping your siblings. Youâre the oldest. This is part of your job.Â
âMom doesnât get home for two more hours,â Edward throws over his shoulder. âDo you think weâll have enough time to get there and come back?âÂ
âYes,â Logan whispers, praying his voice doesnât crack. Itâs started doing that recently and everyone seems amused by it every time.Â
âLogan? Whatâs this?â
Edward steps back, holding his shoes in one hand and a magazine in the other. The blood drains from Loganâs face when he sees it.Â
âNothing!â he gasps, yanking it from his brotherâs hand. âIt, itâs nothing.â
âIsnât that Dadâs sports magazine? Why do you have it in the back of the closet?âÂ
âNo reason. Stop, stop asking!â
Edward rolls his eyes. âFine. Whatever. Be weird about it.â
Logan clutches the magazine until his brother leaves the room. His palms stick to the pages with sweat and his heart races so quickly he can feel it in his toes. He sets it down gently, hating why he kept it even after his father wanted to throw it away.Â
Itâs his fifteenth birthday soon and his family is always asking when he is going to get a girlfriend, if thereâs a girl he finds cute. He doesnât know how to respond. How to answer that it isnât a girl whoâs caught his gaze, but Phil in second period whose hair is always falling into his face and he has to hold it back with a clip? Thereâs no way he can. Just another thing he keeps to himself.Â
Along with the flier further back in the closet heâs so thankful Edward didnât see. He found it on the edge of the football field. Glossy, bold gray lettering, a phone number heâs stared at so many times he practically has it memorized by now. Along with the nearest WRU location. Itâs an option.
You shouldnât talk like that. The counselor. Sitting on a hard plastic chair. The walls a stupid bright color that hurts his eyes. You have a whole life ahead of you. One thatâs full of potential and possibility.
Thereâs nothing for him here. Just responsibility and pressure and taking care of his siblings as if he was their parent instead of their actual parents.Â
Thatâs unfair. You know theyâre working so much to keep a roof over your head and the lights on.Â
Doesnât change the fact they missed my birthday last year.Â
Instead, they worked double shifts and he had to watch his siblings all day.Â
Logan presses his forehead to his knees, rocking back and forth. Tears run silently down his face. Thereâs no way heâll be able to focus on his homework now. He crawls into his bed. Presses his face into his pillow, phone clutched tightly in his hands, and cries.Â
He can fail the essay and the test and his math quiz. Itâs okay. What does it matter? He has nothing to look forward to anyway. At the end of the day heâll still be here, trapped in this house, watching the clock for his uncaring parents to come back.Â
He runs a hand through his hair, pretending it's someone else. Heâs seen them before. In shows and movies and music videos. They are happy and excited, master or mistress right there beside them, giving them attention. What would that be like? To have someone give their undivided attention to him? His eyes burn at the thought, tears sliding down his cheek.Â
Someday, thatâll be me. Someday.Â
Tagging: @blood-is-compulsory @darkthingshappen @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump @whumpinggrounds @pigeonwhumps (let me know if you want to be added/removed!)
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Thanks for the tags, @jettestar @celeritas2997 and @mostlyinthemorning ! Sorry this took me a minute, I just got home from traveling.
ONE: Are you named after anyone?
No, though I do have the same middle name as my mother. Her primary reasoning for naming me what she did was that she always wanted people to call her a âboyâsâ name growing up but no one did and so she made my initials a âboyâs nameâ so that people would call me it (no one ever has). I wish someone would have told her you can ask people to call you whatever you want.
TWO: When was the last time you cried?
About twenty minutes ago when I stepped on the pointy end of a toothpick that was stuck in a blanket on the floor (welcome home, I guess).
THREE: Do you have kids?
david rose absolutely not dot gif (I searched for it but tumblr hates me)
FOUR: Do you use sarcasm a lot?
I do, but sometimes I feel bad using it because I know many people struggle to understand it but itâs so deeply ingrained in the way I talk
FIVE: What sports have you played/do you play?
For an un-athletic person, I seem to have tried a lot of things: soccer (grades 3-5), swimming (ages 6-15, this is the only one I was actually ok at but quit because it interfered with band), dance (ballet, jazz/modern, ballroom), tennis (one brief summer that my parents were trying to keep us occupied), fencing (college, this was so fun but it was too expensive to keep going), gymnastics (it was called tumbling actually because we were very small), yoga, weightlifting
SIX: What's the first thing you notice about people?
IâŚdonât know. Is this a thing people know?
SEVEN: What's your eye colour?
Hazel-ish
EIGHT: Scary movies or happy endings?
This is a false dichotomy (and Iâm bi so that exempts me from choosing between things)
(for legal reasons thatâs a joke)
NINE: Any special talents?
Not unless you count making every conversation awkward.
TEN: Where were you born?
In a town that I still have to google to make sure Iâm spelling it right.
ELEVEN: What are your hobbies?
Theoretically, reading, writing, baking, crochet, playing music, staring at large bodies of water but tbh my brain has been so broken lately that I havenât been doing much of any of them
TWELVE: Do you have any pets?
Three small monsters of the cat variety.
THIRTEEN: How tall are you?
Completely average.
FOURTEEN: Favourite subject in school?
Does band count? Instead of taking calc my senior year of hs, I took three band classes because I was sure I was going to be a professional musician and insisted that all the math I needed I had learned by fifth grade (jokes on me, I ended up in a v math heavy field!)
FIFTEEN: Dream job?
Sometimes I still fantasize about quitting everything and opening a bakery/coffeeshop/bookstore/bar. Or going to work with the otters at the Monterey Bay aquarium. My ultimate dream musician jobs (see previous question) were to be a Broadway musician and/or own my own recording studio. Sometimes I miss that person.
Iâm way late to this but if you didnât get tagged, please consider this your tag.
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SHOOT
warning: this story may contain content not suitable for all readers. discretion is advised.
ENTRY #1: Ryder Gretzky
IÂ DID NOT CONSIDER MYSELF A PSYCHOPATH.
In theory, a psychopath is a person who suffers from a chronic mental disorder with abnormal or violent social behaviour; a madman.
According to that definition, I had no psychopathic tendencies. I hadn't been diagnosed with any mental illnesses; I didn't behave abnormallyâat least I hoped so. And I never ever exhibited any violent social behaviour.
But I suppose you haven't been reading correctly. If you were, you would have noticed that I referred to myself in the past tense. Meaning that before now I was what most people dubbed normal.
I guess stalking your best friend isn't normal. Not for most anyway.
I've known Ryder Gretzky since freshman year. A lanky boy who sat at the back of my math class and played chess on his phone instead of paying attention to Mrs. Morrison's lessons on slope and rate of change. He was tall. Really tall. The first thing I asked him was if he played basketball. He didn't. He preferred cricket.
Easthill High doesn't have a cricket team, but they have a football team. We joined together in sophomore year and climbed to the top pretty quickly. I became quarterbackâstill am. Ryder was a fullbackâstill is. I always counted on himâstill do.
For someone his height, he was fast and powerful. Not to mention smooth when it came to tackling a real sport.
Girls.
They loved Ryder. Every aspect of him - from his auburn hair to his brown eyes, and particularly the two dimples situated perfectly on each cheek. I also loved Ryder tooâstill do. But it wasn't long before he got together with Stephanie Rodriguez.
I had never seen two human beings so perfect for one another. I was prone to believe God put them both on this planet for the sole purpose of finding each other.
I watch him stop by his locker to talk to Stephanie for a few minutes before they both head out the main doors together. They're all smiles and laughter. He's got his arm around her shoulders and she's got her lips on his cheek, a long way to go for someone her height.
The poor thing doesn't know what's coming. That I'm going to steal the only person she's learned to give her glass heart to. The death of a loved one is a strange thing. Why love when we're all going to die? It only makes the pain worse. I prefer distance, not attachment. Attachment makes people do crazy, crazy things.
I make sure to put some distance between us, stopping to hide around some corners, casually greeting a few other students, anything to seem normal.
As I exit and follow them, I observe them engaged in a passionate kiss near her vehicle. Although I have no intention of being invasive, I find myself unable to walk away. My objective is to relieve Ryder of any discomfort or distress he may be experiencing, which is the justification I offer myself.
When they're finally finished, Stephanie gets into the vehicle and drives off.
Ryder walks home every day. It used to be with me. Then I'm suddenly forgotten and the only thing on his mind is Stephanie. She stole him from me. Which is understandable, right? She's his girlfriend. But let's be honest, he isn't trying hard to remember me. We only know each other on the field.
I don't hate Ryder Gretzky. There's just an ache somewhere deep inside me. An evergrowing chasm of curiosity and wonder. A part of me that just wants to open him up and see what the hell it is that makes Ryder, well, Ryder.
I want to see his blood, and it terrifies me.
He starts down the sidewalk that leads away from the school building and takes the next right. I make sure to keep the sound of my footsteps to a minimum. The last thing I need is for him to know it's me. It'll be easier if he doesn't. Maybe he won't hate me more than he already does.
"Monty!"
I halt mid-step but don't turn to face the source of that eccentric voice. "Hey Monty, is that you?"Â
Monty. It's always been Jackson, Jack or Jacky. Only one girl has a special way of twisting my name into something that sounds like it belongs in a classic film from my mom's era.
"Wait up! I need to talk to you!"
She's an explosion of quirkiness, a real dramatist, a true oddball. A living, breathing, half-bred Russian and South African who's perpetually captivated by the tiniest of details. If I had been observant in the corridors earlier, I might have glimpsed her dashing toward the drama room in a frenzy of untamed papers and rich mahogany locks.
Darcy Ivanov.
She has a knack for finding me at the strangest of times. She's found me again, Ryder is now long gone.
Fuck.
Darcy jogs towards me with one of the most radiant smiles on her face. She waves exuberantly, her round hazel eyes shining beneath her round-rimmed glasses. "It feels like I haven't seen you in months, Monty. How are ya?"
I grunt an answer. As I said, I don't talk much to her.
"Anyway,"Â she babbles on, "the drama club is putting on a school play. Are you gonna watch it? It'll be really cool. It's like Romeo and Juliet, except, cooler. You should've auditioned. I'm sure you would've gotten Romeo. You've got his blonde hair already, and those pretty blue eyes."
Darcy rocks back and forth on her heels, hands in the pocket of her beige suede skirt as she awaits my answer. As always, she doesn't receive one. "Monty, you've got such nice eyes. It's like an ocean in there."
Spinning on my heel, I begin to march in the opposite direction and away from Darcy. I failed my mission all thanks to her. Ryder is gone, and so is my only chance at finally satisfying the only craving I have.
"Wait, Monty!" she calls after me and races to my side. I don't look down at her, but she's got her eyes on me and that dazzling smile on her face. "You're so tall. I have to look up, up, up to talk to you."
I stay quiet and let my fingers curl around the Swiss Army knife in my pocket. I don't say it, but listening to her voice gives me some sort of high.
"That sucks because everyone around me is so tall. Papa. Dedushka. Uncle Abram. Mama's got height too. I don't and neither does Babushka." Her laughter is finely tuned to bring a rush of heat to my cheeks and an electric shock to my lungs. "Sad, huh? Papa looks especially tall when he speaks Russian. Kinda gives him un air de supÊrioritÊ. But he always calls me his Zvezda. Star."
"You're not even short. Plus, you can speak Russian, most girls can't do that. So if you ask me, you're odd and grandly fucking irritating to be around."
I surprise her with my voice. I surprise myself too. My own sounds are foreign to me. Like I forget I even have the ability to form words.
"You think so?"
"That's a redundant question. I already gave you an answer."
She giggles. "You're pretty funny, Monty. Mostly pretty."
"Hmph, okay."
Darcy lets her eyes sweep over my face as she breaks out into another grin. I look away before she can tempt a smile out of me.
"Let's go get ice cream. It's hot out here."
"I'm lactose intolerant."
"When has that ever stopped anyone from having a little fun?"
I steal another glance at her. Instead of replying, I stop and start walking in the other direction, towards a place I hope is an ice cream shop. Darcy is absolutely beaming because she knows it too.
She reaches up on her toes and plants a little kiss on my cheek. It reminds me of Ryder and Stephanie; she had kissed him too. I'm guessing he feels this way about her. The same way I'm trying not to feel about Darcy.
She has my stomach knotted and tangled in all sorts of ways. And it's weird. Good weird. I don't get it and I don't like it. But it's not the worst thing in the world.
"You're my hero, Monty. I'll be able to get home without melting into a puddle first."
"Yeah." I glance down at her. "We wouldn't want you melting, now would we?"
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Abdhdh hi! I really want to go into marine biology, but it seems like thereâs so little information out there about which specific programs or degrees take you in which direction (for ex. many programs I see are more environmentally focused and Iâm more interested in sharks and cephalopods etc) do you have any tips on what path(s) to take and college programs/degrees to look into?
Hello! I got a similar question from @fish-themed-shitposter on my other ask, and I figure addressing you both would be the best so I don't miss anything. They're questions was:
"It's my dream job, but I've heard the field is pretty competitive. Any advice before I go into highschool? What secondary education should I be aiming for?"
If you're passionate about learning and willing to make the commitment to work hard, that's the first thing you need. I'm not sure which countries you both are from, so I can only speak from my experiences in the USA. And, unfortunately, there is no "one-size-fits-all" approach to doing this. If you have a particular subject you're into, ie: sharks, use that as a jumping point and source of willpower to persevere. Honestly, allowing that interest to expand is my advice. For example:
My original dream was to go out and study sharks, but that is *so hard* to do. Everyone wants to focus on the big, charismatic megafauna. Oh you like sharks, and dolphins, and seals, and turtles? Get in line. XD Slowly, I expanded my interests into all fish and marine invertebrates, which eventually lead me into fisheries. Through fisheries work, yeah, I don't get to see and tag and study exclusively sharks - unfortunately, my biggest project right now focuses on the Striped Bass. But! There is always potential to see and deal with sharks, and that is definitely good enough for me. Try to generalize your dream so you have more options and paths that you would be comfortable and happy to do. Be flexible. Maybe instead of cephalopods, you're into their coral reef habitats? Maybe you're passionate about conserving them in associated fisheries? I'd recommend doing some reading in Google Scholar when you have time. Type in your passion animal, and look at what's being done for them in the field. Maybe you'll see something that sparks your interest even more.
If you're going into high school, and you're very sure about your goals to join the marine bio field, then maybe one day during this summer when you've got nothing going on, start searching on Google for colleges/universities that have great biology majors and marine science classes. Go nuts. Look at the University of Hawaii - who gives a damn? Just get a feeling for it. Make a dream list of the ones you would love to apply to, and look at what courses they require you take to complete the degree you'd pick. Then, make sure you take similar classes in high school. For instance!
Any sort of biology coursework is going to include Math, Chemistry, Physics, and Statistics - all things I hated - but they absolutely have been relevant in my career. As were "intro to bio" courses that covered the meat and potatoes of bio - cell bio, ecology, and physiology. Take those introductions in high school so that, when you get into college, you're not starting on the first floor. Use high school like pre-college. College is insanely expensive and I hope they eliminate student debt for you guys, but in the meantime, you don't want to have to pay for the same class twice. Those foundational classes that will feel like a slog and make you question your career decisions, will take up at least the first two years of your undergraduate career, alongside the "classes that make you a well-rounded person hopefully", like history, english, and foreign language courses that may be required (and you can absolutely just take them at your local community college for cheap - check out how transferring credits works). Again, look at what the school wants you to do to get that degree. See if any of those classes overlap with another major or minor (I did this with my Environmental Studies minor - it's worth doing if the only difference is like, one class that might be fun, but irrelevant. I took a class about Primate Conservation, but it ended up giving me a lot of conservation perspective anyway, so they're worth it). And yeah, look for courses that are just plain fun and up your alley - you'll never know how that fits into your life. I took a class about King Arthur, and I LOVED it. The professor was a riot! Maybe it made me a better writer? Being a good writer helped me land my current job, because grant writing is important. Who tf knows?
Then look at the courses that are actually relevant to you - the marine bio, the fish ecology, the invertebrate zoology, whatever - they offer and what they entail and how that fits into your goals. If you're into cephalopods, you probably want to go somewhere that offers courses that focus on invertebrates in whatever capacity. Also keep in mind that you should also pick a type of bio you are into, as well. I was always into ecology (how ecosystems work is fascinating!) and that leads into conservation, which, put together with fish, equals a job in Fisheries Management and research on commercially important species, fishing gear, and the industry. Go down the rabbit hole and see what you come up with.
Look at the faculty of the bio and/or marine bio departments. Each one is not going to just be a teacher, they are also the head Principle Investigator (PI) - the head scientist, if you will - of their own lab, usually. See what they're researching right now. Look at what they have researched already - chances are, they have a passion animal or topic that they have zeroed in on, and if that matches yours, you should bang on their door and ask when you can volunteer to help around the lab when you're accepted at their university/college. Perhaps see if there is undergraduate research credits you can take on and get your feet wet doing real science on an "easy" project the PI has for an undergrad. And remember, just because the PI's interests match yours, doesn't mean other PIs won't be better suited for you. Some of them are actually assholes, and you shouldn't stay in a lab run by an asshole because you're desperate. In undergrad, any experience in a lab is a good thing, even if you're the poor bucket-cleaning shmuck. Someone's gotta clean those buckets! It's important! Oh, and read their scientific journal articles and get a feel for exactly what they do - it's flattering for them and shows your commitment when you've done that homework.
Internship opportunities and organizations that focus on your passions are places you want to apply to and get real job experience, whether that's over the summer, or you work it in between classes. Maybe you're into marine mammals? Volunteer with the local marine mammal and sea turtle rescue/rehab place. Maybe you love talking nonstop about the ocean and everything - look into educational jobs at aquariums, zoos, and other non-profits that do education or kids camps outdoors.
You do not absolutely need to have an even higher degree (master's, phD) in order to be in this field. There are plenty of places looking for technicians with a bachelor's to do grunt field work and there's nothing shameful about being the one doing it if you love it. A master's may open doors for you that include a little more research, you may be able to write grants, or be put in charge of the grunts in the field. A PhD may land you work with a university or big lab doing important research. Who knows? You go as far as you can. Life will get in the way. Do not sacrifice happiness in other spaces in your life because this is your dream. If you keep at it, it should come in whatever capacity. I refused to leave New York, so my job search was extremely limited but...I wanted to be with my now-husband. Life happens!
And my best advice of all? Don't give up. One bad grade isn't going to ruin everything. Pick yourself up and keep trying. When I earned my Master's, I had to get a job at Walgreen's to make money while I waited for opportunities to open up. It was degrading af. But you don't give up. You get on the internet everyday and apply to jobs, programs, state tests - throw as much shit at the wall and something is bound to stick (you'll learn that in your stats classes! XD).
Don't give up. But accept when and if your interests change. It could happen. You could wake up late for Physics again and say "ya know what? Fuck it. Time to switch to the Business major" and that's totally valid. Don't stick with something just because young you thought you loved it. This is really hard to do.
Anyway, if you make strides, I'd love to hear all about it. I am proud of you for even going for it. Feel free to message me anytime. ^__^/
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buckle up ladies and gents time for some rambles okay go
1. Are you named after anyone?
nope lol my middle name was going to be Rose after my great-grandma on my mom's side, but my parents didn't want to offend either side of the family by using a name from the other side of the family so they ended up opting for completely random names for me and my brother hahaha
2. When was the last time you cried?
around april 21 (friend's funeral, her brother was speaking during it and i did not keep it together)
3. Do you have kids?
nope! only my cat, who i love and adore with my entire heart, she is my sweet lil angel muffin
4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?
kinda depends i guess? sometimes?
5. What is the first thing you notice about a person?
ohhh good question hmm i guess if i'm just seeing someone in passing, probably appearance? otherwise how they interact with and treat other people.
6. Whatâs your eye color?
brown, but leans a little hazel-ey some days.
7. Scary movie or happy ending?
agree that i like satisfying endings that are also hopefully happy! but between these two options, happy endings, i cannot do scary movies or tv shows or anything, i get freaked out and then can't sleep lol
8. Any special talents?
i genuinely don't know L O L i don't know what would constitute a special talent??? i can memorize song lyrics pretty quickly and then they sorta embed themselves into my brain forever, does that count??
9. Where were you born?
southern usa!
10. What are your hobbies?
video games, watching movies/dramas (though i do not always have the attention span for it lol), reading, crafting (i like physically making things with my hands since i just do design on my computer all day for work! i like trying lots of different things, recently been trying a little bit of hand embroidery. also painting little ceramic figures and stuff like that), cosplaying. i've been trying this year to build taking a walk into my daily routine, not sure if i count it as a hobby or not lol
11. Do you have any pets?
my sweet sweet rileycat!!!! i love cats!!!!
12. What sports do you/have you played?
am not a sports girlie LOL i did tap/ballet/jazz for six-ish years when i was younger! in high school i took theatre classes and was in the plays/musicals instead of sports.
13. How tall are you?
5'4" which is like 162.5cm??
14. Favourite subject in school?
oh i love english, i always loved english. and math! i actually really loved math up until i took calculus. my calculus teacher was horrible, he made you feel stupid for asking questions and he intentionally made the tests too long to finish in a class period and made them extra confusing, it left me in tears more than once. cried at school bc i failed a lot of those tests. anyway i got a 5 on my AP exam for calculus (highest score) so i understood the material, my teacher just sucked and made me hate math after i'd loved it my entire life so âď¸
also loved my theatre classes in high school ahhhh
15. Dream job?
i think something working with cats / big cats / red pandas would be really fun. not a vet necessarily, i don't think i could handle it lol, but like a cat rescue or animal sanctuary maybe??? idk honestly
but yeah mostly agree with the "something that won't drain me and actually leaves me with savings and a will to live" answer. i like my current job/workplace/coworkers a lot more than my last job, but i still don't know if i'd want to be in this field until i retire, that's so many more years and clients sometimes make me wanna bash my head into a wall lol
i have a hard time with the ~dream job~ question bc i've just never felt like i had a "calling" or any overwhelming grand idea with what i've wanted to do with my life, i'm just vibing my way through somehow
Bonus: any significance to your blog's name:
NOPE lol when i was making this blog uhhhh 12 years ago everything that i wanted at the time had been taken and this was the only thing i could think of that i liked that was available and it was just something random đ i've thought about changing it but idk it's been too long now LOL
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Decemberween 2022: Homestuck Made This World
New Post has been published on PRESS.exe: Decemberween 2022: Homestuck Made This World
I did a Decemberween post a few years back on a podcast called Game Studies Study Buddies which is a great podcast about reading academic texts from the field of Games Studies, a field distinct from Game Theory, which is math, and Gameology, which doesnât exist. Itâs a good podcast, it features two twitter personalities and general gaming space wordboys, Cameron Kunzelman and Michael Lutz, one of whom is a country boy who loves dubstep.
If the point of Decemberween is to point you to free media that you can enjoy during a time where you may be seeing other media going into big long slow downtimes, then it seems to me that this is a great time to point you at a podcast thatâs something like eighty hours of long-form reading of a webcomic that is also thousands and thousands of panels long. It helps that itâs honestly a really good podcast on that topic.
I donât want to talk too much about my opinions of Homestuck here because theyâre largely negative and every time I approach something I think Iâll hate because Iâve been asked to give it a second chance it tends to go bad (not always). But what I want to talk about is the way this podcast serves to onramp the experience of Homestuck in two major ways.
First and foremost, itâs actually disciplined enough to release on a meaningful schedule while covering a meaningful quantity of the comic. It isnât hitting dreadful schedule slippage or existence failure, goodness willing. Itâs just that this is going to get through the comic in a meaningful pace and is going to include the things that are in the comic without needing to spend two hours dwelling on one small set of panels. Thereâs a focus to it.
Secondly, thereâs no need to mystify or exalt the text while theyâre reading it so you donât get a introduction that starts with something like Homestuck is an Experience but instead a much more robust, much more clear examination of what the text is, the form it takes, the source from which it comes, and that authorâs other, related works. Itâs a sort of autoethnography where these two people are sharing an experience and engaging with their reactions to that experience academically.
Homestuck is a thing that happened, and we can look at that thing, and it is through these two gents talking about it in a way that was willing to go âoh hey, this bit is boringâ and âthis bit is badâ while still bringing to bear tools of textual analysis (ie, looking at whatâs in the text rather than necessarily the sort of paidic experience most people seem to get about Homestuck) it makes the whole task seem a lot less arduous. I know every time Iâve considered digging through Homestuck Iâve looked at the screen of a dork in his room and gone: There are ten years of this and most of it is bad, why bother?
But Homestuck Made This World looks at it in a historical context, and donât just tell me what they think or feel about it, they show a meaningful sourced representation of what the culture at large thought of it. Itâs really inspiring as a way to handle a big, challenging text.
Who knows, maybe Iâll give an examination of Homestuck a shot.
For money.
Check it out on PRESS.exe to see it with images and links!
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LEARNING HOW TO LEARN
Introduction
The topic I chose today was âLearning How to Learnâ: Techniques to Help you Learn with Dr Barbara Oakley (Bridging the Gaps, 2022). I chose this particular topic for more than a reason, firstly, because we discussed it a bit in class after some people wrote about it so, it intrugued me and I thought maybe I should listesn to Dr Barbara. Secondly, if you are a learner like I am, surely this is one of those topics that would catch your attention. Every learner would be looking for ways to learn better if not easily. This topic would perphaps provide a light to even performng better in your classes.
This interesting classic from the portal for curious minds was a podcast between Dr Waseem Akhtar and Dr Barbara Oakley (Bridging the Gaps, 2022). Dr Waseem is the head of the Computing faculty in Griffith College Dublin where he is based. He hold an MBA in Higher EducationManagement from the institute of Education at University College London and a PhD in Computer Science from University College Dublin. The academic has a reputation for his engaging lectures and discussions where he explores multidisciplinary ideas, cutting edge research on diverse research topics with researchers and thought leaders from around the world (Bridging the Gaps, 2022).
Dr Barbara Oakley is a writer,Educator and professor of Engineering at Oakland University in Rochester,Michigan.With two Bachelors degrees, a masters and PhD in systems Engineering, the author has also taught one of Couseraâs most popular courses online âLearning How to Learnâ. Dr Barbara has written books like Learning How to Learn, Uncommon Sense Teaching, Mindshift and more that highlight her topics of interest in neuroscience and social behavior (Oakley, 2022).
My favourite question from Dr Waseem in these podcasts is always the first one, âtell us about yourselfâ. It always seems like the guest is caught off guard or they have so much about them to tell that it canât be answered in a single line. This I am yet to believe that because they have so much work on their names, the questions seems too small to fit such an answer. The most interesting part about Dr Barbara is that even after her work in the army and with a degree of Arts, she felt like something was missing at 26 years. A bit of her must have felt like a failure and she wanted to prove it wrong, from hating Math and Science to going head on with the same subjects and becomimg an Engineer in the field is not light (Bridging the Gaps, 2022). This was a trick worth sharing and we are all now thankful for the books she has written about this subject to help us all.
Dr Barbara explains with good examples when asked how learning occurs in the brain, just like driving a car and small tasks like those become natural to us after consistently and persistently doing them.I have heard people say âthere is no talent good enough to beat persistenceâ. She advises on how important it is take short breaks for effective learning, the Pomodoro technique that I personally use was recommended (Bridging the Gaps, 2022).
Learning in chunks was another concept she advisein learning how to learn. Dr Barbara believes learning repetively and consistently can create neuro chunksfor example, reading something and stepping away from the material while trying to memorise or meditate on what you have just learned can help build your memory muscle (Bridging the Gaps, 2022).
Dr Barbara makes another not obvious point but a common one too about learning how to learn whe she says discussing with others as a form of learning is another good way to practise learning how to learn, because its so easy to read something and you think you know it until you donât after talking to others.This has happened to me many times when I think I know but actually I donât. She says we need to take learning as a social activity not just an individual one.
Conclusion
Many people learn differently, and as a past teacher in kindergarten I know this so well after seeing children learn in different forms. Dr Barbara advises that the Pomodoro technique is her most trusted style that can also be used to shut out distractions like social media (Uzu, 2022). Dr Barbara is looking forward to new future reseach on the brain and neuro science especially, on how people learn, she also hopes that in future, maybe we can impart brains into people and I think this is where scientists try to play God. Actually by just asking this question I wonder what Dr Waseem thinks?
SOURCES
Bridging the Gaps.(2022). Retrieved from: https://www.bridgingthegaps.ie/tag/learning/
Barbara, O. (2022). Barbara Oakley, Phd. Retrieved from: https://barbaraoakley.com/about-me/
Uzu, Y. (2022). Pomofocus. Retrieved from: https://pomofocus.io/
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aaa snow sounds so nice !! warm winters make me feel uneasy as well, it just feels like somethingâs wrong. no idea what but the vibes are off
oH i also wanted to ask which kpop groups you stan ! i showed a screenshot of vos being a ring ding dong fan (as he should be) to my kpop friends and even though they donât like star wars theyâre now reading that fic lol
iâve been busy with school the past few days and iâve decided iâm just gonna give up on life. especially with maths like dude itâs just not funny anymore i want to study history for gods sake
what exactly is your study about ? :D
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ahh it is! i do love snow unless i'm driving in it or shoveling it or it's brown and gross on the side of the road đđ also YEAH EXACTLY like.... why am i not freezing...... something's Wrong........
first of all TY for the free promo <33 spreading my kpop stan quinlan vos agenda to the world, a blessing truly
also ahhhh this question is exciting to me my kpop playlist is like 21 hours long now LMFAO #help. anyways i listen to a variety of groups but some of my faves are twice, txt, hot issue, and purple kiss, and recently i've been listening to more ĂŚspa, f(x), and enhypen but i haven't gotten thru a whole lot of their discographies yet. i ALSO really like the new nct title track bc it reminds me of the baseball scene in twilight lmfaooo
oh no.... i feel u but oh no........ math especially can be rough, i hope it gets better đâ and good luck with history!! if that's what u feel passionate about i hope u get a good opportunity to go for it :))
so funny story! i'm studying engineering right now which is actually just a bunch of math but it's like worse so you can build buildings/roads/etc, but i'm thinking of switching to be just a plain old math major because that's my favorite part of everything i do in college. so uh we are not the same đđ but i'm having a good time!
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speaking of college boys, what do the college au aot babies study??
Okay, okay, I think Iâve talked about this in an ask before but I canât find it đđ but itâs okay, I love college aus, so Iâll talk about it again! Plus, now Iâve got more thoughts for more characters, so here we go
Levi â neuroscience and psychology of human behavior
He started out on track to do a bachelor of arts in psychology, but when they touched on the anatomy and biological parts of it during his first year lecture, he switched to a bachelor of science.
The focus is still psychology, but through a more clinical lens. Essentially, he gets the best of both worlds this way. Heâs intuitive and analytical, so clinical and mental diagnosis is easy to dissect for him. Heâs also canonically good at math, so the calculus and stats parts arenât too bad, either.
This major also leaves him with a few options post-grad, which is a nice bonus for him. Heâs likely going to medical school, but thatâs not the only route open to him: law school, therapy, lab work, medicine and pharmacy, even teaching are all viable options without going to grad school.
Do not talk to him about Freud unless you wanna get punted off a building.
Be careful with him, because with a single glance heâs already got scarily accurate predictions about your parental and emotional attachment styles, your behavior in social settings, and the onset (or seemingly lack thereof) of your frontal lobe development.
He thinks heâs so smart making comments like, âI see those synaptic connections arenât working so well for you today,â like mf come here let me lobotomize you and see how well your synaptic connects are working after thatđ
Eren â general health sciences
Heâs interested in science and the discovery aspects of it, but picking a specific field of focus right now feels too final. He likes it this way, because his schedule and requirements are less restrictive, and he has more room to find out what really interests him.
He does best when heâs doing something he loves, so picking a major with a bunch of reqs that he couldnât care less about would have sucked big time for him. It also would have affected his grades. There are still some classes he has to take that heâs not fond of (see: chemistry), but thatâs to be expected. Science in general is cool to him and he hopes to make his own discovery some day, even if itâs microscopic.
He also plays a lot of sports, keeping his schedule flexible is important. The sports end up helping him excel academically, which is a nice bonus. Honestly, Eren uses his time at university to learn more about himself than anything, so having control and freedom to do what he likes the majority of the time was important to him.Â
He uses his elective credits to take philosophy or history courses of his interest, or maybe even a course that youâre in just to spend time with you. He also uses you as a live model for his homework bye, congrats on being patient number one to him.
Armin â astronomy and physics
Heâs still interested in marine biology, but unless he attended a school near a coast, or with a specialized integrated program for that, itâs unlikely heâd major in it during undergrad.
Space and ocean exploration arenât all that different. Both are vast, largely unexplored domains that reel-in Arminâs interest for discovery. So, while studying astronomy, he still gets to study evolution and make his own predictions about what could be out there because thereâs so much to know.
Physics comes with the territory of learning about planetary science, and heâs mathematically inclined, so it works out for him. Learning about the different physical properties of other planets and space masses is honestly pretty sick to him. Because math isnât a struggle, he actually considered aeronautical engineering, but he didnât want to be a part of the college to military pipeline; that is, he didnât want any potential design of his to be weaponized.Â
He still gets to study animal biology through his elective courses, and might even find a few focused on marine animals to satiate him. Plant and cell biology are also of interest to him, and are just further applications of his primary study anyway, so heâs got plenty of room to work with.
This boy is interning at NASA and still, with his whole chest out is like, âI donât need to discover a new planet, youâre my whole world.â Armin, go check on the Mars rover or something please.
Mikasa â anthropology + minor in japanese language studies
Anthropology is virtually interdisciplinary in nature, and Mikasa is a pretty well rounded student, so sheâs able to excel in a program like this. She gets to study history, science, cultural studies, and even a bit of art all at once.
Sheâs still debating between going to law school vs med school, so anthro this is a good in-betweener. She gets a taste of science through her anatomy and kin courses; and lots of practice with reading and dissecting texts through the historical and cultural lectures. So, when the time comes to decide, sheâll have some experience with both.
Donât know whether itâs confirmed that sheâs (part) Japanese or not, but either way I headcanon that she speaks/spoke some second language at home. She wanted to delve more into it, and courses were offered at the university so why not?
Cultural studies courses end up being her favorite. She likes learning about the history of people and their cultures, and it encourages her to learn more about her own family history and culture. It also propels her to apply for a study abroad opportunity, so she spends at least one semester doing an exchange program and absolutely loves it.
She would also encourage you to apply and go, too. You guys might not be in the same program, but if thereâs an applicable program in the same country sheâs going to, then sheâd definitely want you to apply. Spending the semester away with you would be a dream come true.
Hange â bioengineering + minor in political philosophy and law
Itâs almost self-sabotage to be in an engineering program and have a minor; the coursework for engineering alone is backbreaking, and bioengineering has the added weight of human intricacies, but of course Hange makes it possible.Â
Theyâre nothing short of a genius, so of course they have time to work a completely unrelated minor into their schedule. It doesnât surprise anyone that they go on to complete an MD-PhD after undergrad. Insane.Â
Bioengineering is essentially the synthesis of chemical engineering and health sciences; Hange spends their time exploring biological sciences and applies the engineering aspects of their coursework to their understanding of (and interest in creating) medicine. Truly a one of a kind mind.Â
They also have an interest in philosophy and justice, so when they found out they only needed a measly nine or ten courses to minor in, they went for it, of course. In honesty, they donât find the studies all that opposing: both law making and medicine making both have some kind of philosophy or method to them in their eyes.Â
Hange has... little to no free time pls. They donât mind it, because they love their coursework, but this means you are essentially ducking into their labs or scrambling to find them in-between their classes during your time in undergrad. They appreciate every second spent with you tho, and will gladly rope you into long discussions about their work.Â
Jean â biochemistry + minor in art sustainability
He was undeclared his first year, and took a little bit of everything: art, science, history, anthropology, english. Basically, anything that fit into his schedule. It was hard for him to pick one thingâhe liked the science and lab applications of STEM courses, but not the math; and the obvious painting and creativity of art, but hated the pretentious air about art history.
What he wants to do is make a difference, which is how he ends up knowing that he wants to go to med school after, so he picks a science-heavy major, but uses his elective spaces to take art courses. When he mixes the two, he ends up on sustainabilityâand the complexities about it that are applicable to both science and art are what really reels him in.
Interdisciplinary studies end up being his forte. He can approach sustainability from a science perspective which impacts his art style and materials; and tuning into his creative side allows him to think about science not just from a purely clinical perspective, but from a human one, tooâpatients are people after all.
He believes that everything is connected somehow, even things as seemingly opposite as art and biochemistry. And he works towards finding the unique intersection where everything overlaps. His studies are pretty cool, and heâs very passionate about them, so ask him about it đ
The art he makes is pretty sick, too, and often commentary about science; heâs proving theyâre not so opposite. You also heavily influence his studies in both areas: caring about you so much inspires him to take the healthcare focus seriously, and your very nature is inspiration to his art.Â
Sasha â nursing
Sheâs friendly and good at working with people, so nursing was an easy choice for her. She accredits most of her motivation to being around her younger family members, and learns that she finds a simple kind of joy in helping to take care of others.
She struggles a bit her first year when itâs mostly all grades and standardized testing, but when she starts getting clinical experience and working in the hospital on campus, things round out for her.
Patient care is her strongest point. A lot of people often forget that knowing everything isnât everything; if you donât know how to calm or even just talk to your patient, youâre not that great of a healthcare professional.
Pretty certain that she wants to work with kids in the future, but sheâs open to public health and even being a travel nurse if she finds opportunity there!
Of course, sheâs pretty doting when it comes to you and all her friends. She might want to go into pediatrics, but the basics of nursing and health care extend to everyone, so youâre guaranteed to be well taken care of with Sasha around. You might even have to switch roles and take care of her sometimes, because her coursework can get pretty out of hand.
Connie â computer engineering with a focus on game design
He might not look it, but Connie has a brain under that shaved head of his. Computer engineering is cool to him because he basically learns about how simple things he uses every day (ie: phone, computer, microwave) works.
Systems and coding are actually the easy part for him, especially when they get into the application of it and arenât just stuck looking at examples. Thatâs how he gets into game design.
The part about math and electricity and magnetic fields⌠well letâs just say he needed to make friends with someone who likes math and hardware his first year to get through it. But the struggle was worth it, because by his junior year heâs found a professor willing to mentor/supervise him as he works on his game and other projects, so life is good.
His school work is definitely hard, which is why the lives by the mantra of âwork hard, party harder.â Itâs only fair.Â
He makes you a little avatar so you can test out his games for him <33 best boyfriend things <33 Heâd also⌠build a game about your relationship. Every level is a different date you guys went on, and he definitely includes something cheesy, like âThere are unlimited lives because I love you forever babe <3â
Porco â kinesiology + maybe mechanical engineering
Heâs pretty into athletics and working out, but didnât wanna go down the sports psychology route; he wanted something that left him with a few more options, so he ended up in kinesiology.
He was surprisingly pretty good at biology in high school, so something stem-oriented works out in his favor, and it turns out heâs pretty damn good at anatomy, too. Heâll probably end up in physical therapy after graduation.
Heâs also got a knack for cars, which is where the engineering comes in, but he doesnât care so much for the math part of it (he doesnât care for it at all actually, fuck that); he just wants the hands on experience of building/fixing things and working with his hands. So, if he can get a minor in it and not struggle through 4 years of math, then heâd do that. If not, heâd take a few workshop-like classes.
Because he wants to go into physical therapy, you are essentially his practice patient. Your back hurts? Not a problem, heâs basically a professional masseuse. Muscle aches? Heâs got a remedy and understanding of why itâs happening. Donât let him catch you hunting over your desk grinding away at your homework, because he will poke your neck and correct your posture (heâll also massage your shoulders, but after the scolding).
Pieck â classics + minor in philosophy
Ancient studies interest her, but more than that, the language of ancient Greek and Roman culture fascinates her, so classics is the way to go.
Because her focus within Classics ends up being Greek and Latin language studies, she is essentially learning both languages at the same time. She gets farther with Latin that she does with Greek. For whatever reason, the former comes almost naturally to her, so her written and translated work is more complex in Latin.
However, she finds cultural studies relation to Greece more interesting than that of Rome, so itâs a give and take with both; better at languages for Roman studies, better at culture and history for Greek studies.
Her minor is a natural evolution from her primary coursework. Ancient Romans and Greeks set the foundation for a lot of modern day philosophy, so it comes up in her major classes, but she wanted to delve further into the philosophy, and not just look at it historically, so she takes more courses to fulfill the minor.
Can be found laying on a blanket in the quad on a hot day, with her books spread out all around her, highlighter in hand as she works through her reading. Youâre always invited to sit with her, and more often than not, it ends up with Pieckâs head in your lap, a book in her hands, and your own schoolwork in yours as you both read in each otherâs company.
Bertholdt â computer science and coding
Heâs level headed, good at planning, and above all, patient, so heâs cut out for this. He doesnât consider himself to be particularly creative, which is why he doesnât pick a speciality with lots of design; but heâs good at streamlining and ideas to life.
The patience really comes in when his code doesnât run. Itâs frustrating to scroll for two hours just to find out that the issue is a missing semi-colon in line 273 that he overlooked, but Berty will sit there until he finds it.
Heâs also good at fixing issues. Thatâs not limited to issues in the code itself; it can mean finding shorter ways to produce the same function or loop, or integrating new aspects into existing code.
Also, heâd just be so cute, coding away on his computer. Just imagine: Berty working on his homework in the library, heâs got his signature crewneck + collared shirt look going for him, his blue-light glasses, a cup of coffee nearly as tall as him sitting at the corner of his desk. Adorable.
Heâd make little codes/programs for you, too, even if itâs silly. A simple code that helps you decide what to eat for dinner or where to go on a date, one that shuffles different reminders for you, hell heâll even forgo the torture of design engineering just to build you a little robot that says âI love youâ to you.
Reiner â english + minor in justice & political philosophy
Everyone expects Reiner, star quarterback of the universityâs rugby team, to be a business student or communications student; but no, heâs an English major, and he loves it.
Just imagine a guy as huge as Reiner absolutely manhandling someone on the field, just to show up in his lectures with a tiny paperback of The Great Gatsby tucked between his fingers with his reading glasses on. Itâs so precious.
Heâs always running a bit late to classâeither coming from the gym, or practice, or oversleeping from exhaustionâbut heâs so sweet to his professors and genuinely interested in the literature that they donât give him a hard time about it. They can tell that balancing school and sports is difficult, and they just appreciate that he takes his studies seriously.
Yeah heâs in a book club and he dog-ears his books. What about it. Theyâre doing poetry this month and Reiner actually likes Edgar Allen Poe. Who said jocks canât be sentimental.
He also reads a lot outside of his classes, and has a soft spot for coming of age stories. He usually empathizes with the main character somehow. His ideal weekend plans after a week of grueling games and essays is taking a long, relaxing shower at your place, while you both share a bottle of wine, and maybe even get you to read a chapter or two of his current book out loud to him.
Annie â clinical psychology/neuroscience
Almost scarily analytical and methodic, so this major was calling her name. Localizing brain legions is⌠insanely intuitive to her itâs incredible. Sheâll be an insanely impressive doctor someday, even if she doesnât end up working with patients directly.Â
She doesnât care too much for the more philosophical/reading heavy parts of psychology. Even experiments and research closer to the social end of the spectrum arenât all that interesting to her; but the brain science behind it it.
Nobody should be good at cellular biology. Nobody should be able to ace cell bio and neuro and calc and work towards their thesis proposal in the same semester, but Annie proves itâs possible.
Ends up working in one of her professorâs labs by her junior year. She was offered three TA positions working with first year students, but she swiftly turned them down. Teaching isnât her thing.
She doesnât bring up her studies to you unprompted, but if you ask her about them sheâll explain it to you. Her notes are color coded and itâs super neat, and very cute; coloring them is somewhat relaxing for her. She usually saves the coloring part for when you guys study together; thereâs extra comfort in doing it with you around.
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For @one-more-offbeat-anthem 's 1k follower celebration. The prompt was "sickfics" and I've never written a sickfic in my life so, naturally, I adapted a scene from one of my comfort movies (Fever Pitch, 2005). HUGE congrats on your milestone love!!!
read on ao3 or below (1.5k words)
Castiel should've known better than to listen to his brother regarding food. They have wildly different palates, and why he agreed to accompany Gabriel to lunch at some newly-opened new-age restaurant with barely any reviews, he'll never know. He wasn't thinking.
He could think even less that night, hunched over the toilet with food poisoning while his date knocked on his apartment door.
As soon as he could, Castiel scrambled to his feet and wobbled over to open it, his over-excitable golden retriever on his heels. Dean stood there in a nice leather jacket, all dapper and first-date-ready with a bouquet of flowers in his hand, and it broke Castiel's heart to have to tell him:
"I'm sick."
He was sure it was evident in his eyes, death breath, hair sticking out in all directions from holding his head above the toilet, but he said it anyway.
"I'm really sick, I'm sorry. Come back tomorrow."
Castiel went to close the door, but Dean took a cautious step, bouquet forgotten at his side. "Sick how? You in pain? Do you need anything?"
"I just-" Castiel swallowed forcefully. "I ate at this new restaurant and-"
Just thinking about it made him run to the bathroom again, and he almost didn't make it on time. He barely registered Dean, still at the doorway, say something about Castiel (Cas, he called him) not needing to fake it if he didn't want to go out with him. A few seconds later, the door closed, and Castiel (still puking) thought that was that. He blew it with the handsome schoolteacher, all thanks to his brother's awful culinary taste.
His dog's wasn't so far behind. "Honey, please don't eat that," he reprimanded her, failing to shoo her out of the bathroom.
When he felt he was done, for the time being at least, he tried to stand. He was weak, and for a second he thought he might split his head open on the toilet seat, but then Dean was there, hands on his waist, helping him up. "I got you," said Dean, over and over again, and Castiel believed him.
Dean helped him to his bed where he tried to sit him down, but Castiel must've been weaker than he thought. He flopped backward, and then Dean cautiously lifted his head and placed a pillow underneath.
"Thank you."
"Got some more comfortable clothes? Something to sleep in?"
It's then Cas remembered he was already dressed for the date, slacks and a white button-up (probably grossly stained, he hated to think), and pointed Dean to a drawer.
A second later Dean was gently hoisting him back to his feet, strong hands at his sides, saying "Here, I'll help you change. Promise I won't look. Too much, I won't look too much."
And that actually made Castiel chuckle.
Dean unbuckled and took off his slacks first, replacing them with sweatpants. It was a slow, quiet process, and Dean only spoke up after he'd taken off Castiel's tie and shirt. "Alright, I gotta be honest, I'm looking. Sorry, Cas."
Cas couldn't help another chuckle. Dean was incredibly respectful through it all, careful not to touch any skin unless he had to, which was mostly to keep Cas from falling over. He slipped a t-shirt onto him and laid Cas back down on the bed, this time with his head where it was supposed to be. That's when things started to blur, when his head hit the pillow.
"I don't think there's anything left in there, but just in case..."
Cas, through hazy vision, noticed Dean putting his empty hamper next to the bed. He thanked him, repeatedly. Cas isn't sure how many times he said it, over and over again, thank you.
"Hey, no, you just get some rest," was the last thing Cas heard Dean say before he was out like a light.
Cas suspects he briefly regained consciousness three times during that night.
The first time, he's sure of. He felt a hand on his shoulder, slowly coaxing him awake. "Here," Dean said softly, placing a bottle of Gatorade with a straw in it on the nightstand. "Drink this if you can, alright? Get your strength back." Cas nodded and fell back asleep.
The second time was more questionable, and he only knows it was real because he saw the results of it in the morning. He slowly awoke on his own and saw Dean in his bathroom across from his bedroom door, wearing rubber gloves and scrubbing away at the toilet with a sponge. Cas tried to stop him, tell him no, please, you don't have to do that, really, but couldn't help sleep drag him back down before he could get the words out.
The third time is the most unbelievable. Borderline fantastical. If it was real, he might just have to marry this guy.
Cas thinks he saw Dean brushing Honey's teeth.
Out of everything that happened the night before, that is all he can think about as he steps out of the shower in the morning. He plans to call Dean, send a fruit basket to his school, invite him on the best date of his life to repay him for all he did, and ask him. It's going to sound ridiculous, did you brush my dog's teeth or did I hallucinate that, and Dean will probably turn down his invite. If not for the hell he went through that night, then for Cas being insane.
And then Cas finds Dean asleep on his couch, Honey snuggled into his side. And yeah, he's probably going to marry this guy. This schoolteacher who happened to pick him and his office as a field trip destination for his math kids. This adorable guy that came back later that same day, thanked him for getting through to the kids (which Cas didn't think he had, but he digresses), and then asked him out. This unbelievably sweet guy that Cas initially rejected, god knows why, but then called at his school and left a message for, Saturday at seven, here's my address, because he couldn't get him off his mind. This caring, thoughtful, heaven-sent guy who showed up with flowers, now in a vase on his dining table, found Cas with food poisoning and proceeded to take care of him, his dog, and his apartment the rest of the night.
Before Cas can think about marrying him again (which he was going to, the hopeless romantic), Honey startles and jumps off the couch, waking Dean. Cas doesn't move, just watches as Dean sits up, notices him, then sits up straighter.
"Hey! Hey, how you feeling?" Dean asks, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with the back of his hand. He put products in his hair for the date, Cas notices, because it's now stiffly and adorably messed up.
"Much better. I won't be entering any pie-eating contests any time soon, though."
"Too bad. That was my next date idea."
Cas smiles, the words next date making his heart flutter in his ribcage. His question pops back into his mind.
"Did you, um..." Don't ask about the dog, he'll think you're crazy. He decides to go with "Did you clean my bathroom last night?" even though he knows the answer.
"Me? No."
Well. Cas thought he knew the answer. Probably dreamed it too. But then who-
"The vomit elves came in," Dean continues. "Real cute. Little hats, miniature vomit bags, adorable. Efficient too."
Cas is stuck somewhere between smiling so wide his cheeks hurt, and shaking his head while rolling his eyes. "Did the elves brush Honey's teeth too?"
"Oh no, that one was me."
And that has Cas laughing in earnest. At the sound of her name, Honey came bouncing back, settling next to Dean on the couch.
"Not letting the little bastards take credit for that one. This sweetheart loves me, and I earned that myself," Dean says, scratching Honey between her ears, enraptured.
"Dean, thank you." At that, Dean looks up. "Thank you. You could've just left, but you chose to stay. And you went above and beyond. Thank you."
Dean looks away and stands, trying to play it off with a wave of his hand. "Nah, it was nothing."
"It was everything," Cas says stepping forward, placing a beckoning hand on Dean's shoulder. Dean finally looks at him with a barely-there smile and a gaze that wants to escape, but he fights for it to stay on Castiel's face. Cas is glad he does, because he needs Dean to see, understand, how grateful he is.
"I uh... I got you these." Dean reaches for a paper bag on the coffee table, and that's when Cas takes his hand off his shoulder. "Some movies."
"Such as?"
"Mostly anime porn," Dean says, and Cas is doing it again, the chuckling/eye roll/head shake combo. "And some stuff I like to watch when I'm not doing great."
"Well, for me that would be documentaries."
"Wait." Dean blinks. "What? What did you say?"
"Documentaries. Preferably environmental, or perhaps historical in nature."
"No way, you're not gonna believe this," Dean says, a bit too much surprise on his face. "This is insane dude, check this out..."
He reaches into the bag, and Cas half believes he's about to pull out a copy of Disney's Earth. He's delighted to be wrong.
"Roadhouse."
Cas laughs again, and the beaming smile on Dean's face is what convinces him. He is definitely going to marry this guy.
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WANDA X READER - 10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU - Final
Gif is not mine.
Summary:Â Â Pietro Maximoff is handsome and popular, but he canât date before his twin sister. The problem is that no one can get close to his sister, Wanda Maximoff. To resolve the situation, a girl interested in Pietro bribes a colleague with a mysterious past to go out with Wanda and, who knows, try to win her over. Or The one directly inspired by 10 Things I Hate About You.
Words:Â 11,620K (Complete)Â /// Read on AO3 too || Part I
Warnings: PG, fluff, language.
She doesn't answer your messages during the weekend. So you don't press her. But then you are on the field, in physical education period, and she is practicing.
You sit on the bleachers, trying to focus on the math homework you needed to finish, when Monica joins you on the bench.
- Hey, girl. - She says hello as she sits down. And noticing your gaze shifting from the notebook to Wanda, she comments. - What happened between you two?
You sighed angrily.
- I did the right thing. - You comment with irony, but seeing Monica's frown in confusion, you add. - She wanted to kiss me after the party. I refused because she was drunk.
- But the plan was working! - said Monica.
- So what, you called the whole thing off.
Monica giggled, and raised her eyebrows slightly.
- Yeah, I know, but it was...it was before what happened. - She said, and you looked at her with confusion. - Pietro kissed me.
You blink and then laugh, shaking your head. And then Bruce comes to join you two.
- I just talked to Wanda. - He says. - Look, she said she hates you with the intensity of a thousand suns.
You let out a dry laugh, running your fingers through your hair.
- Thank you Bruce, that's very comforting to hear. - You tell him wryly, and he nods uncomfortably.
- Maybe she needs a day to calm down. - Monica says, and the three of you look toward the field, where Wanda was training veritably.
- Maybe two days. - You comment as you watch her knock a girl down.
//-//
You managed to fix most of your motorcycle. And then you found out that your mother punctured the tires, and you stormed angrily into her room.
- Have you completely lost your mind? - You shouted, and she just took off her glasses and crossed her legs while looking at you. - You slashed the tires on my motorcycle?
- I told you that you were grounded.
- That's ridiculous! - you say. - You don't have the slightest respect for my things.
- Don't talk to me that way. - She warned, and you let out a wry laugh.
- Be damn sure that when my bike is up and running, I'm out of here!
You shout before leaving the room, slamming the door.
You were coming out of geography class when Pepper Potts came to talk to you again.
She pulled you into a far corner behind the closet, and held out a hundred dollars to you.
- Take her to prom. - She said. - It's all here, limousine, clothes.
She pushed the money in your hands, but you pushed it back.
- I'm done with this game, Potts. - You retorted, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
You started to turn to leave, but Potts stepped in front of you.
- Hey, hey, wait. - She asked, and then pulled three more bills from her purse. - Three hundred dollars, okay? Come on, it's just a date.
You swallowed dryly as you accepted, trying to push to the back of your mind how wrong it was. And Potts smiled mischievously, then left.
//-//
You went back to the same record store in front of the laundry room where you found Wanda that other day. And you tried not to be so nervous.
Looking around, you found her walking around the shelves, and she was admiring a guitar. You put your hands in your pockets as you watched her put on the headphones and try the instrument, sitting down on one of the stools in the store.
You moved closer, and could see her reflection in the mirror a few feet away, but Wanda didn't see you, as her eyes were closed while her fingers danced on the guitar strings.
You smiled at the image, she looked so peaceful and comfortable. You couldn't disturb her. So you just left the store.
//-//
You saw Wanda again the next day. You didn't give up talking to her, and ended up going to the only bookstore in town that you knew sold the poetry that Wanda liked to read according to the list Monica had given you.
And while you were browsing the shelves, you found her looking distractedly at a stack of books. You walked over to her, following her across the opposite shelf, and when the shelf was over, you ended up in front of each other.
- Excuse me, miss. I'm looking for an Avengers comic book, have you seen any around? - You joked, but Wanda didn't smile, looking annoyed.
- What are you doing here?
- I hear you like poetry. - You answer and she sighs impatiently.
- You're so...
- Charming? - You interrupt with a smile, Wanda rolls her eyes as she walks away from you. - wholesome?
- Inopportune. - She says irritated. You bite your lip and walk toward her.
- You're not as mean as you think. - You tell her.
- And you're not as bad-ass as you think you are.
- Oh, someone still has her panties in a twist.
- Donât for one minute think that you had any effect whatsoever on my panties.
You let out a smug chuckle.
- And where did I provoke?
- You provoked my vomit, nothing more. - She retorts, then grabs a comic book from the stack of books in front of her and slaps it against your chest, walking away.
You stare at the Avengers comic book in your hand for a few minutes before handing it back, completely impressed by the dialogue.
//-//
At break time, the day after your argument with Wanda, Monica and Bruce approach you in the snack line.
- She's still mad at me, people. - You tell them as you put some noodles on your tray.
- Look, you embarrassed her, you need to apologize. - Monica said and you frowned.
- I'm not going to apologize for not taking advantage of her drunken state! - You retort. - It's not my fault she's stubborn, and would rather be angry than admit she's wrong.
You finish your lunch and get out of line, Bruce and Monica follow you to the table. They don't sit with you, but watch you sit next to Carol at one of the circular tables.
- Come on, Y/N, try to think of something to please her. - Bruce says, and you roll your eyes.
- You can sing your apologies. - Mocks Carol from beside you, making you laugh. But then Bruce and Monica have serious expressions and you frown.
- Not a chance! - You warn them, but they are already letting out excited exclamations.
Carol starts laughing next to you.
- I have the perfect idea! - Monica says. - You can sing a romantic song in front of the whole school! Any girl would love it.
- I'd kill anyone who did that to me. - Carol mumbles humorously, and you laugh.
- Can I at least finish my lunch in peace? - you say, and Monica and Bruce nod in agreement. You point to the free chairs at your table, and they are very happy to sit with you.
//-//
And then you ended up outside the school again. After infiltrating the upper booth of the soccer field and getting a microphone and access to the outside speakers. You also had to pay the band guy, but you figured it was only worth it.
- You're just too good to be true. - You sang into the microphone as you walked out of the booth toward the stands. Your voice echoing across the field - Can't take my eyes of you. - You continued as you walked. All the students were looking around trying to figure out where the voice was coming from. - You'd be like heaven to touch. I wanna hold you so much. At long last love has arrived. And I thank God I'm alive - You sing and finally become visible to the people in the field. - You're just too good to be true. - You look for Wanda in the crowd in the distance, and sing the last part while looking and pointing at her. - Can't take my eyes of you.
And then the band starts playing, and you follow the beats, continuing to sing the song, as the crowd claps their hands and enjoys your performance.
You keep looking at Wanda throughout the song, and even as the security guards pull you off the field, you see that she is blushing, and smiling.
//-//
You end up in detention after hearing from Principal Harkness that she was impressed that you did romantic acts, and you laughed before leaving the office.
And then Professor Thanos was walking around the detention room, and stopped at the desk next to yours.
- You look nervous. - He said to the student who was sitting down.
- A little bit sir.
- You are sweating like a pig. - said Thanos.
- Yes sir. - agreed the frightened boy.
- Your eyes are red. - He said.
The boy nodded nervously, looking down at the table.
- You have pot, don't you? - said Thanos angrily, and the boy turned pale. - Hand it over right now.
After confiscating the boy's weed, Thanos walked back around, and then the door opened. You raised your head when you heard Wanda's voice.
- Professor Thanos, may I speak with you please? - she asked, entering the room and walking towards the man.
- What can I do for you, Miss Maximoff?
- I have some ideas for improving the team. - She says.
- Great! But we'll talk about them later. - Thanos replies with a serious expression, and as he looks across the room, Wanda looks at you, and quickly signals the window of the room. You blink in confusion, and when she whispers "window," Professor Thanos turns to her again.
- As you know, we have an important match against the Panthers coming up. - She starts to say, clearly trying to distract the man. You rush to gather your backpack and sneak out of his field of vision. - Wow, your muscles are huge! - She comments with a false sweetness in her voice, pulling the professor along and enabling you to run behind one of the pillars. The floor is very noisy and Wanda is trying to keep the man distracted by talking about match tactics, and when you finally reach the window, there is a metallic clatter and you think Thanos is going to see you, but then Wanda is pulling you by the arm again, and lifting up her own blouse.
The whole room makes a celebratory buzz and you try not to blush at the image of Wanda's exposed breasts, hurrying out, around the building on the fire escape and out the side.
//-//
It takes a while, but Wanda joins you.
- I can't believe you showed your breasts to a professor. - You remark with a laugh when she arrives.
- I can't believe you sang in front of the school. - She replies with a smile.
You shift the weight of your feet, staring at the ground for a second.
- Do you want to do something now? - you ask, and Wanda smiles as she nods.
You sneak off the school grounds, avoiding being seen by any security or teachers.
You end up in the city park, on the pedal boats in the middle of the sea.
- I can't stop thanking you for getting me out of detention. - You say with a smile as you pedal along together. - That was really nice.
- No problem.
You are silent for a moment, before you decide to ask her what she wants to know.
- What is your excuse?
- For what? - she asks confused.
- For behaving the way you do.
- I don't like to do what everyone expects. - She says. - Why should I meet other people's expectations and not my own?
- So you disappoint from the start, and then you don't have to worry?
She smiles lightly impressed.
- Yeah, something like that.
You nod, looking away.
- So you failed.
- How so?
- You've never disappointed me. - You confess, and Wanda looks at you. You smile at each other for a moment, before you look away again.
A few meters from the edge of the beach there is a paintball field.
- Hey, are you in? - you ask, pointing to the place.
- Yes. - Wanda agrees, slightly excited.
When you get off the pedal boat, you race to the paintball field, and Wanda absolutely beats you to it. You are laughing as you pay the entrance fee, watching her excitement.
After you put on your protective clothing, and get the paint ammunition, she moves first into the field, and hides, causing you to lose sight of her. You walk around looking around, and then feel something cold hit you on your back.
- Cheater! - You shout cheerfully, as you grab some paint from your ammunition pouch, and run toward Wanda, who is laughing as she tries to run away. You hit her in the leg.
And you stay in this race for several minutes, throwing paintballs at each other while laughing and trying to dodge the shots. At some point between ducking behind one of the obstacles, you corner Wanda, but she looks so cute that you don't have the heart to throw paint at her.
So you just put your hand down and smile. But seeing your hesitation, Wanda laughs and jumps at you, knocking you into the hay as she falls on top of you. You both laugh but your laughter dies down when you notice how close you are. And then she gets that look in her eyes again, and you want to kiss her, so you do.
And you kiss against the hay for many minutes, the feeling of having her against you makes you absolutely satisfied. And you continue there, until Wanda sighs against your lips, and you are warm, and it is better to stop before you are thrown out. And when you part, Wanda hits you on the head with a paint ball, and the moment changes completely. Soon you are back to playing and running.
//-//
On the way back to Wanda's house, you talked about the most varied subjects. When you are arriving, you start talking about the rumors that have been made at school about you two.
- I've heard that you sold your liver on the black market. - She remarked, making you laugh as you turned off the car.
- Those things are lies. - You retorted sheepishly as you got out and walked towards her backyard.
- The parole story?
- False - You deny it laughing. - The fight that ended in death in the parking lot?
- Rumor. - Wanda says with a laugh. - The robbery in New York?
- Just gossip. - You say. - And the kick in Tony Stark's nuts?
- True, he deserved it. - She says. - I'd do it again, he tried to grab me in the cafeteria.
You nod in agreement.
- What about your accent? - you ask curiously.
- I thought it was one at a time. - She jokes, and you shrug. You sit on her balcony. - It's real. My family is from Sokovia, we moved here when I was eight. - You grumble in agreement, waiting for Wanda's question. - Where were you last year? Since the parole story is a lie?
You laughed, looking away for a moment.
- I was in Colorado, living with my father. - You tell, and then look at her again, tucking her hair back behind her ear.
Wanda looks at you with curiosity and tenderness.
- Tell me something true.
- True? - you repeat with a thoughtful tone. - I hate peas.
She laughs lightly.
- No. Something real. - She clarifies. - Something no one else knows about.
- Okay. - You agree by coming closer. - You're sweet. - You tell her by lowering your head to her neck and kissing. - And sexy. - You kiss the skin on the other side. - And you're completely crazy about me. - You say as you bump your foreheads together, and Wanda laughs, pulling away a little.
- You have a huge ego, anyone ever tell you that? - she scoffs.
- I tell myself that every day. - You smile back, before kissing her. - Come to the prom with me.
- Is that a request or an order?
- Come on, go with me.
Wanda sighs.
- No.
- Why not?
- Because I don't want to, it's a silly tradition. - She explains.
- Now, nobody expects you to go.
- Why are you so insistent about it?
You look at her in surprise, feeling your heart race. Then of course you get defensive, because Wanda can't know. At your lack of response, she asks:
- What's in it for you? - She sounds suspicious and irritated.
- Now I need a reason to be with you?
- You tell me.
You look away, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
- You need therapy, you know. - You say back. - Has anyone ever told you that?
- Answer my question.
- Nothing. - You exclaim without patience, looking at her. - I get nothing, just the pleasure of your company.
You look out into the yard again, and Wanda lets out an angry exclamation before getting up and walking into the house, slamming the door.
You run your hands through your hair, hating that you accepted the damn money in the first place.
//-//
You thought Wanda was angry, but she calls you the next day after school. And she accepts the invitation. You are surprised, and feel guilty, but you are also happy to spend time with her.
She says she will accompany her sister, and meet you at the dance. So you stand at the entrance to the party, wearing your best clothes and trying not to look so anxious.
Wanda doesn't see you as she walks up the stairs to the party, and you bite your lip, impressed by how beautiful she looks.
You approach slowly, and whisper a hello in her ear, which startles her slightly, but she smiles turning to you.
- You look stunning. - You say breathlessly.
- So do you. - She replies with a smile.
You offer your arm for her to hold, and she accepts. You walk together toward the ballroom.
- How did you get such a fancy outfit? - she asks with a slight irony.
- Oh, I had kept it at home. For situations like this. - You joke.
- What situations?
- A date with a pretty girl. - You retort with a smile, and Wanda laughs lightly.
You walk to the entrance of the photos, and you lean against the pillar.
- I'm sorry I questioned your motives. - she says when you stop. - I was wrong.
You swallow dryly, feeling guilty. But you try to cover it up.
- You are forgiven.
Wanda smiles.
- Are you ready for the ball?
- Yes, miss. - You agree with a light laugh as you turn toward the party.
You dance together for a few minutes. The songs are terrible, but with Wanda, it's fun.
You also see Pietro and Monica dancing together, and Wanda exchanges a pleased look with her sister.
- Girl, have you seen him? - asks a redheaded girl walking up to Wanda. You know they are friends, and that her name was Nat or something like that.
- Who? - Wanda replies, confused.
- William! - she replies. - He asked me to come here.
You and Wanda exchange confused and amused glances.
- Natasha, please don't tell me you're hallucinating.
You were going to ask what they were talking about, but then you looked toward the stage and understood. You signaled for the girl to look, and she cracked a big smile when she saw Bruce Banner dressed as William Shakespeare waving at her, and walked off in your direction.
- I'm not even going to ask. - Wanda remarked with a chuckle before she went back to dancing with you.
And then the music is ending again, for a romantic one to take its place. You turn Wanda in your arms, kiss her tenderly for a moment, and then dance again, feeling her rest her chin on your shoulder.
And you dance for several minutes, and then someone pulls you away.
- Girl, what is Pietro doing here with that asshole? - Pepper asked aggressively as she pulled you away. - I didn't pay you to go out with Wanda and get nothing for it.
It was as if a bucket of cold water had fallen on you. Your gaze returned immediately to Wanda, and she was already looking at you with teary eyes.
- You have nothing to gain from this, have you?
she retorted wryly before walking away, bumping into you. You gave Potts one last look before following her.
- Wanda! Wait! Please! - You shouted as you walked out of the hall. She then stopped walking, and you let out a sigh. - Give me a chance to explain.
- You were paid to go out with me by the person I hate the most. - She retorted. - I knew it was a trick.
- No, Wanda. It wasn't like that.
- How was it then? An advance, and the rest of the money when you sleep with me?
- No! - You denied it with a shout. - I didn't care about the money! I cared about you.
Wanda shook her head, incredulously.
- You're different than I thought you were.
And then she turns and runs outside, and you sink your hands into your face, trying to calm yourself down.
- Where did she go? - You hear a male voice, and take your hands away from your face to see Pietro standing in front of you.
- Away. - You retort, feeling your stomach clench. - I screwed up.
- We did. - He says upset, putting his hands in his pockets.
- At least you got the girl. - You comment wryly before turning and walking away.
You think you're crying, but you don't care as you leave the party.
//-//
Your first lesson is literature the next day. And you know you will see Wanda, but you are hating yourself so much right now that you don't care. You arrive early for the first time in the whole school year, and sit in one of the back chairs.
As the other students arrive, you keep your head down, trying to distract yourself with your cell phone, even though you know that all your attention is on the girl sitting two chairs in front of you.
When Professor Fury finally starts the class, he is all excited.
- I guess everyone had time to finish the poem I asked for. - He announces standing at the front of the room. - Except for Mrs. Potts, who has an excuse. - He scoffs lightly, mentioning the confusion that occurred at the dance when you left, where Monica punched her in the nose. And now she was wearing sunglasses to cover up the purple. The whole room giggles at Fury's words. - Okay, does anyone want to start the reading?
The room is silent, but then Wanda raises her hand.
- I will.
- Lord, here we go. - Comments the teacher as the girl gets up, and stops at the front of the room. Wanda begins to recite the poem:
-I hate the way you talk to me. And the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. - She narrates, without taking her gaze from the notebook - I hate your big dumb combat boots, And the way you read my mind. I hate you so much, that it makes me sick, And even makes me rhyme. - She pauses, taking a deep breath - I hate the way you're always right, I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh. - She looks directly at you, her eyes filled with tears and her voice trembling. - Even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you not around. And the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you, Not even close, Not even a little bit, not even at all.
Wanda lets the tears flow as she finishes, and the room was too shocked to react. She rushes out next, grabbing her backpack on the way, and slamming the door.
You are trying to hold back your own tears as you stand up.
- I'm going to the bathroom, Mr. Fury. - You grumble as you leave, without waiting for permission.
But you don't find Wanda, and you decide that youâre simply not in the mood for school today.
//-//
You sell your motorcycle. You hate that it has the parts for the money Potts gave you, so when it is fixed, you call Carol, and she finds you a buyer. This means you are stuck with your mother for a longer period, but it seems like the right thing to do.
And then you text Wanda, asking her to meet you wherever she wants. She says she won't leave the house to talk to you, so you end up at her front door, shifting the weight of your feet before you decide to knock.
Wanda's father looks stern, and he doesn't smile when he sees you.
- Are you the girl who made my daughter cry? - he asks with a serious expression.
But then Pietro appears at his side, patting him on the shoulder.
- My God, Daddy, don't be like that! - he asks, smiling at you. - Y/N, you are here to apologize, I imagine. Let her talk to Wands.
Mr. Maximoff takes one last look at you before entering back into the house, and Pietro smiles, nodding his head for you to enter.
- Thank you, Pietro. - You tell him, and then he takes you upstairs.
He drops you at Wanda's door, and you take a deep breath before knocking.
- Come in. - You hear her voice on the other side.
Entering the room, you are slightly overwhelmed by the amount of visual information. Wanda has many posters. And she is sitting on the bed, with a book on her lap.
- Hey. - You greet her, closing the door. You leave your hands in your pockets, deciding whether to stand.
- Hi. - She replies, placing the book on the bed and crossing her legs. - What did you want?
You swallow dryly, and decide to sit on her bed, keeping your distance.
- To apologize. - You clarify, and she looks away. - Properly apologize.
- I don't know what you want me to say.
- I just want you to listen. - You retort and straighten your posture, feeling your heart soar. - I'm sorry I took Potts' money, because regardless of my motives, it was wrong to put your feelings on the line.
- Wanda frowns slightly, as if deciding whether to believe you or not. You clear your throat.
- I never should have accepted it in the first place, but mostly I should have stopped when I realized I was falling in love with you. - You say, and Wanda looks at you, surprised by your confession. - But I didn't stop, and I lied to you and kept deceiving you, when I should have told you the whole truth. I'm sorry I hurt you, Wanda. I swear I didn't think all of this would happen.
You take a deep breath, running your fingers through your hair. Wanda just stands there, looking at you as if trying to read your mind.
- I just wanted to say that. - You tell her feeling flustered,
- Are you in love with me?
Wanda looks at you intently, and you just smile shyly.
-Very much so.
And then Wanda approaches you, and when she is close to your face, she says:
- I'm still mad at you. - And then she kisses you. You have missed her lips, and unfortunately the kiss doesn't last long.
When you open your eyes, Wanda has already moved away again, leaning her back against the headboard.
- When you are no longer angry, can we do something together? - you ask her tenderly. Wanda stares back at you, as if to say something.
- I received my acceptance letter today. - She tells you suddenly, and you blink in confusion. Before you can congratulate her, she adds. - In California.
You look at her in surprise, feeling your heart race. Wanda was leaving.
- Oh. - You swallow dryly, shake your head slightly, and smile. - I'm proud of you, Wanda. Congratulations.
- I thought you'd be upset.
- No, it's okay. - You give her a sad smile. - I'll miss you, but it's amazing that you're going to college.
Wanda lets out a sigh, keeping quiet for a moment.
- What did you need the money for?
You are surprised by the question, and look away from her, feeling slightly uncomfortable that this subject is back. But you decide that Wanda has the right to know whatever she wants to.
- I needed to fix my motorcycle. - You tell. - My mom is... hard to deal with. We had a fight and she broke some parts with a hammer. The next day, Potts was offering me the money I needed.
Wanda looks at you for a moment, seeming to be absorbing the story.
- Did you fix it?
- Yes. - You confirm, but let out a humorless chuckle. - But I sold it later.
The girl looks at you, frowning in confusion. And you shrug.
- I felt bad about everything. I decided to try to do the right thing then. - You explain. - I think I'm stuck with my mother for a while now.
Wanda looks surprised at your conclusion, and you let out a sigh, flopping down on the bed as you stare at the ceiling. You are silent for a moment, and then Wanda crawls over to you and lies down beside you, looking up at you.
- What if you leave with me? - She whispers, running her fingers across your face, and you blink in surprise.
- What?
Wanda smiles shyly.
- I have a car. - she says. - And you could work, and we could share an apartment.
You straighten your posture, leaning on your elbow and looking at Wanda in amazement.
- Are you serious? - you ask, smiling, and she nods slightly. You let out a happy exclamation, and move in, kissing her on the mouth. Wanda giggles against your lips, but returns the kiss.
You quickly let go and sit down on the bed when Wanda's father suddenly opens the door.
- Keep this door open! - He warns with a stern look, and you swallow dryly.
- Yes, sir. - Wanda says with humor.
When he leaves, you throw yourself on the bed next to Wanda, and she goes back to reading while you lie beside her.
- Any chance you have any comic books around here? - You joke, and Wanda giggles, denying it with a nod.
You don't mind though, her company is enough to keep you distracted.
//-//
You end up using the money from the motorcycle sale to pay the deposit on the apartment you find for yourselves, fifteen minutes from her college. You get a job the same week, and you finally read the poetry that Wanda likes as you both drive towards California.
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Itâs a total of 3 significant events that led to this, her forehead knocked against his, breaths heavy and mingled, eyes wide and hearts bleeding.
Itâs a total of 3 significant events that led to this, her forehead knocked against his, breaths heavy and mingled, eyes wide and hearts bleeding.
The first event isnât really an event at all. Itâs a prologue, necessary context to truly understand the monumentalism of this moment. Itâs the memory of her eyes, piercing and reproachful, being the first thing that he saw after losing his mother. Itâs shared trauma and oreos while theyâre young and naive. Itâs truces and training and growing up too soon together. Itâs stargazing and stupid jokes saving eachother in every possible way. It's the culmination of the years Percy spent growing, learning, and being with Annabeth, and the unknown and therefore repressed feelings that came with it. Feelings are like the sea in that way, they donât take well to being restrained. Percy has found that you cannot box in oceans or sentiments, they always find a way to spill over and out, with no regard for the destruction left in its wake.
The second event is Dionysus deciding on a whim that the inhabitants of his camp are âuncultured pestsâ and taking it upon himself to set up a field trip for campers to the Ancient Greek Cultural Center in New York. (Percy thinks itâs really just to distract kids that were still shaken up about the battle at camp and the losses it caused. But, Dionysus would never say so. Heâs far too proud to admit to caring for the children heâs been assigned to look after.) Argus loaded all the kids he could fit into the strawberry vans, as Chiron listed all the reasons this was a terrible idea. As it turns out, his worries were in vain as miraculously, no monsters attacked, and no mortal asked too many questions. No, instead, the only hitch in his plan was the glaring inaccuracies of the Center sending Dionysus into a fit of rage. He ranted for so long, their 2 hour long field trip ended up lasting until the place closed.
Event the third is the ridiculously long line leading to the mens room at the rundown gas station theyâve stopped at, causing Percy to traipse into the woods, deep enough to know that no one other than the squirrels were watching, and pee there. Unbeknownst to him, Annabeth had decided to take a quick walk in the forest as well, (in the opposite direction of his peeing endeavor) with the purpose of clearing her head. Both returned to the parking lot after 10 minutes, with no truck in sight. The gas station lights are turned off on the inside and the door sign has switched decidedly to closed. They look at each other in disbelief.
âPercy?â
âYeah?â
âUh...did theyâŚâ  Â
âThey didnât. They wouldnât.â
âI think they would.â
âThey would never-â
âI have pretty solid evidence to the contrary.â Annabeth deadpans, casually letting her hair loose and hopping on top of the miniature gas machine for motorcycles.
âBut, how did-â
âNo Argus.â Which means, no all-seeing eyes to double check the headcount. Percy begins to pace.
âOkay, but-â
âTwo trucks.â Both of which are probably assuming Percy and Annabeth are on the other.
âOh.â
âYeah.â
âOh, gods.â
âLeave them out of this.â
âThose fuckers.â
âWhich ones?â She asks. He looks up and sheâs fighting a smile. He pointedly doesnât notice the way her mouth curls up, or the way her hair falls around her shoulders and down her back, or how pretty she looks lit up by the neon red lights of the gas stations prices, which apparently doesnât turn off when they close.
âDo you know something I donât?â
âI know lots of things you donât.â
âHa-ha. I mean about how to get out of here.â
âOhhhhh, let me think.â She wrinkles her nose in faux concentration, tilting her chin up towards  the sky. Percy is too annoyed to think itâs adorable. âNope, not a clue.â
âYour phone?â
âLeft it on the truck.â
âIris message?â
âPercy, itâs dark as shit.â The laughter sheâs been holding in comes pouring out. Nevermind that he feels his chest sigh in relief at hearing it for the first time since their quest, this is serious.
âYouâre laughing.â
âJust a little.â
âYouâre telling me, you donât have a brilliant plan to get us on a truck.â
âYes.â
âSo, weâre stuck here.â
âYes.â
âAnd youâre laughing?â
âYouâre just really funny when youâre stressed.â She giggles. He canât remember the last time she giggled. He missed it. He hates her.
âOh my gods.â
âOkay, okay, look, Iâm sorry. Weâre halfway to camp right?â He nods. âIâm sure theyâll figure out weâre missing before they get all the way back to camp, but let's say, worst case scenario, they donât-â
âNot helping-â
âAnd they make it the rest of the way back to camp. It took us four hours to get to the center, which means camp is two hours away, so if they make it the two hours back to camp before they realize weâre missing, and they drive back up-â
âCâmon âBeth, you know I suck at math.â
âWeâre stuck here for five hours at most.â
âFive hours?â
âAnd that's if no passing cars let us use their phones to hurry the process up.â
âFive hours.â
Sheâs laughing again. âSeriously, what is so funny?â
âItâs just-â Her cheeks are red and sheâs very poorly attempting to suppress her smile. âYouâve been calm in so many life or death situations, and being stuck at a gas station is what finally breaks through.â
âItâs nighttime.â She stares at him for a moment and then sheâs laughing again, full bodied real laughter, and he's laughing too.
And itâs as if this gas station became their own personal Ogygia, an oasis, a resting place for them to be stupid kids again. And they donât talk about the battle, or Rachel, or the volcano, or any of the million things set on tearing them apart. They talked about his mom getting serious about his new boyfriend, about Tysonâs underwater adventures and Groverâs searching shenanigans.
They smack talk with no real heat about who the better fighter is (Oh please, Seaweed Brain, I've been training since before you could tie your own shoes.), and argue about which ancient hero had the greatest journey (Hercules, are you kidding? Did you even read the myth?). They break into the gas station for snacks (What the fuck, Annabeth, whereâd you learn to pick a lock? No, I wouldnât prefer you break the glass, you psycho. Oh my gods, can you really break the glass?), and dissolve into giggles as they try to fit five drachma into the cash register.
They end up back outside sitting on the gas machines facing one another from three feet away.
âYour mom called me the other day.â
Percy, whoâd been lazily squinting up at the murky sky, searching for any sign of stars, whipped his head to look at her. âWhat?â
âShe called me on the phone. We talked for a bit. She said she wanted to make sure I was alright.â
âThat sounds like something she would do.â He sighs and hops down from the machine, turning away from her, hoping to hide his blush from the dim light. âShe cornered me on one of my off weekends, asked what was going on with us.â
âOh.â He hears the shifting of fabric and assumes she followed him in sliding off the gas machine.
âYeah.â Itâs silent for a long time before she responds.
âWhat did you say?â She asks, her voice smaller than it was moments ago. He hears her scratching at the flat metal top of the machine. âWhen she asked, what did you say?â
He runs his finger through his hair, and one gets caught in a particularly large snarl. âDoesnât matter.â
âIt matters to me.â She whispers and gods heâs terrified but he really doesnât have a choice when her voice wavers like that. Her words shake and every ounce of his being tells him to do whatever it takes to soothe it.
âI said we were fighting. That there wasnât one sole reason for it, just a bunch of little reasons. I told her that I scared you when IâŚ.went away for two weeks last summer. And that you didnât like bringing Rachel on your quest. I told her that weâŚ.. disagree about how to best handle Luke. That I probably wanted to protect you more than I wanted to listen to you.â She laughs softly and he blames what he says next on her laugh. It is the catalyst for everything that follows.
âI told her that weâd be okay. Because no matter what happens Iâm always gonna love you.â
He hears her breath catch. He doesnât have to look back to know sheâs turned to face him fully. âDid you mean it?â She calls. He doesnât answer. The words havenât caught in his throat, theyâve spontaneously combusted in his vocal chords and he doesnât think heâll ever speak again.
The sound of gravel crunching gets closer until suddenly she's beside him, and he didnât tell his torso to twist toward her, he thinks she might just be his center of gravity.
âDid you mean it?â
Sheâs looking up at him, and her hair smells like lemons, and her cheeks are pink, and her eyelashes go on for miles, and her sunspots are better than stars. And itâs as if she pulls the words right out of him, heâs hypnotized by everything about her.
âOf course I meant it.â
She exhales and closes her eyes and while he mourns the loss of the sight, his body moves on itâs own accord again and heâs edging closer and closer and she opens her eyes and here they are.
Their noses brush, and this time he closes his eyes, and their noses brush just so, andâŚ
Whoa.
He was wrong, it wasn't just those three significant events that to her forehead knocked against his, breaths heavy and mingled, eyes wide and hearts positively bleeding. Itâs clear heâs been waiting his entire life for this moment at this shitty gas station.
Waiting for this. Waiting for her. Â
They kiss for a moment or an eternity, and they fit. His hands are on her hips and hers clutch at his shirt before sliding up to his throat, and itâs like his soul is whispering, oh there you are.
And then sheâs pulling back, so she has just enough space to shake her head without disconnecting from his forehead.
She's breathless when she whispers, âThis is a bad idea.â
His hands trail up and down her forearm of their own accord, and when he whispers back heâs breathless too. âYeah, really bad idea.â
Her hands slide up from his chest to his shoulders, and then sheâs kissing him again, with purpose, and heâs kissing back like his life depends on it because he thinks it might, thinks if he lets go of her heâd die on the spot.
It seems his theory might get tested when she pulls back again just far enough to whisper against his lips, âIs it always like that?â
He kisses her again, once, twice, because he canât help it and whispers back, âI donât know, you were my first kiss.â
Heâd released any serious hold he had on her the moment she hesitated, but then sheâs rocking back up to meet him halfway and his entire body thinks thank the gods. He actually sighs his relief into her mouth, as his hands desperately reach for her face, some fingers tangling in her hair, and their lips are magnets, opposites that donât have a choice but to pull together. Despite how much he wants to keep doing this forever, he has to tell her.
âI donât wanna lose you, again.â He means not ever, but he figures she understands the severity in his voice. Sheâs running her hand through his hair, and his slide up and down her back, and she knocks her nose against his as she answers, âI know, me either. Iâm confused, this is confusing me.â And she tilts her chin just so, like she did a million years ago, and this time he kisses her.
They kiss for an infinity, he gets to taste her laughter when she giggles at the absurdness of it all, and itâs better than ambrosia. He kisses her until he doesnât know anything else, until his entire universe is Annabeth Chase, with her cheeks and her curls and her lips. She is everything.
And then headlights penetrate their universe, voices bring an end to their infinity, and Chiron is speaking but itâs nothing, itâs all white noise because sheâs no longer in his arms, and his center of gravity is being ripped away and he hears someone ask, âWhatâd you guys do?â
Heâs still looking at her face when she answers, âYou know, tried not to strangle each other mostly.â
But, she looks back before she turns all the way around and her gaze is charged and her lips quirk with the secret they share.
He is so screwed.
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My knight in shining armour
Rowaelin month Day 2 - University AU
I literally just finished this. I wasnât going to write for this prompt but then an idea finally hit me.
The title as usual is bad... sorry
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Aelin had days in which she hated men. That was one of those days.Â
After finishing high school she decided to took a challenging course at the University of Terrasen. Her dad, before he retired, had been an airforce pilot. She had grown up going around his base, visiting him when he was back. In doing so, she had become obsessed with planes. As she grew up, her dad had let her get friendly with his engineer and the man had started teaching her all she needed to know about aircrafts. From the basic physics to the more obscure detail of how the jet worked. Aelin had been fascinated. She had started reading all the possible books, and as she got older, her dadâs engineer had also started having her to actually help her in the hangar. In the summer when school was out, she would actually get a part-time job as an apprentice at the base and she had loved every moment of it. She had also become very close with the two female pilots and together they had spent time talking about the life of a woman in a boys club. The two women had become her role models very quickly.
Terrasen was quite and open minded country but some ideas were still quite obsolete.
In high school at the question âwhat you want to be when you grow up?â She always answered an aircraft engineer for the airforce. She never faltered or never doubted. Thatâs what she wanted to, that was her path.
But when time for uni arrived and she applied for a degree in aeronautical engineering, thatâs when she realised that the boys club extended far more than she expected.
She was basically the only woman in the class. None of the guys had approached her and on the first day she had walked in the classroom, one of them had the guts to tell her that the humanities department was in the annex c. She ignored the bastard and sat down at the front. She belonged in that room and she would prove it to every single one of them.
Day after day she had shown her knowledge and surprised her professor who was amazed at the fact that she could answer such in depth questions. Last time it happened, she had turned to Chaol - the asshole who had told her about the annex c, and gave him a smirk. That had removed his stupid grin from his face. It felt amazing.
During a private one-to-one with her professor she had confessed to him she had been working at the airbase as an apprentice during the past three summers. Her teacher had luckily been very supportive and encouraged her to keep up the good work.
Now, six months in, she still hated with a vengeance the arseholes she had to study with. Some of them even had the guts to ask her for some help after they realised she was actually good. She had answered that surely they didnât want the help of a woman, and walked away.
After another class it was finally lunch time and she was meeting Rowan down at their spot on the grass. They were a couple. He had asked her out in the summer after high school was over and they had been together ever since. He was a med student and he knew her pain about choosing a challenging degree. Both their degrees were very intense and required a lot of time so they would just try and spend as much time together as they could. They had a flat together but the public library was were they spent most of their time.
And when their schedules allowed it, they would enjoy lunch together, venting about their academical choices.
âI fucking hate that bastard.â She raged, dropping her bag on the grass and sitting at his side, depositing a kiss on his lips. She felt better almost immediately, being in his arms was all she needed to feel okay again.
âWhat did he do now?â Asked Rowan knowing of her struggles in her classes.
Aelin grabbed her bag and pulled out her food, the dinner that Rowan had prepared the previous night and then packed away for both of them.
âThe teacher gave us an exercise where we had to design an aircraft with what we had learned so far.â She told him, while munching away her food âHe was up first and his project was a effing disaster. Seriously, Iâd wouldnât want to fly on a plane designed by him.â She took a sip of her water âthe teacher asked us to say what was wrong and it took me ten minutes to stop. I mean, a two year old would have done a better job with lego bricks.â
Rowan giggled at her side âthen my turn came and the bastard had the guts to tell me that the aerodynamics of my plane were off and that my ailerons where wrong as well and would not allow the plane to function properly. I took my laptop and shoved it in his face and told him to find the error in my math. He had no clue.â Her face turned smug âthen the teacher took over and said that actually my project was, among all, the only one that could actually fly. I felt smug as fuck.â
Rowan pulled an arm around Aelinâs shoulder and pulled her to him. He was proud of her. Every damn day.
âThen after class, he threw me a paper plane and inside it had a message saying this is the only plane you will ever build or work on. I swear, the guy is still alive only because I am not looking forward to finishing my degree via distance learning from a prison.â
She calmed down âhow was your day?â
Rowan leaned back against the tree âI had anatomy and physiology. Today we covered the endocrine system and it must be one most boring of them all.â
âWell,â she added with a big smile âwhen you cover the reproductive system you are welcome to practice with meâŚâ
He laughed and squished her to her chest âI am a very big fan of your⌠bits.â She kissed him deeply not caring that they were in public, she wanted him and hated that they had more classes before being able to go home and then alas, study more. Maybe for one evening they could study something different.
âAelin?â
âYes, buzzard?â
His tongue gently teased her and she opened for him while his hand brushed off a rebel strand of hair.
He pulled back âNothing, you had tomato sauce on you lips. I was just wiping it off. Did you think I wanted to kiss you?âÂ
Aelin gently punched him on the shoulder, in return he gave her a massive grin. Rowan was a very reserved man who struggled with stranger, but she had her own version, the goofy one, the one who made jokes and loved to cuddle with her. She would treasure that version forever. That was just for her.
They were busy chatting away and she was showing him on her laptop the exercise she had been working on and her plane prototype and although what she was saying was greek to him, he still listened to her in fascination.
She was telling him how a plane flew and the four forces when a figure stopped in front of them.
âIt must be exciting to brag with your boyfriend about your hopeless projects.â Said the man.
Rowan raised his eyes and finally saw the face of the man that had been making Aelinâs life miserable.
âWhat did you just say?â Rowan stood and towered on the brown-haired man by twenty centimetres. Chaol also looked frail compared to Rowanâs muscular frame.
âChaol, youâd better go.â Not that she cared about the man, she just didnât want Rowan to get into trouble for a petty man.
âYouâd better give up while you still can, Galathynius. Aeronautical engineering is not a field for a woman.â He crossed his arms at his chest trying to look intimidating but the look in Rowanâs eyes told her it was a useless attempt. Her boyfriend was ready to attack. She knew he had never hit anyone, but had a feeling that if Chaol didnât stop it could be a first for Rowan.
âChaol,â she stood as well and growled his name in warning.
âOh, so you are one of those arseholes who believes that certain jobs can be done only by those who were born with a penis. Itâs the fucking 21st century. Grow up, idiot.â
Rowan swore, alarm bells rang in Aelinâs head. He only swore when he was extremely mad, something that her unflappable boyfriend rarely was.
âOh look, Galathynius, you have a knight in shining armour.â
Aelin moved between Rowan and Chaol, trying to separate them when her boyfriend moved a step closer to the other guy.
Chaol chuckled âDid you sleep with every professorââ but Chaol never finished his sentence. She saw the scene develop in slow motion in front of her. At those words Rowanâs face had turned feral and as on instinct his arm moved and a second later his fist found its target in Chaolâs face.Â
Rowan then grabbed Chaol by the collar and lifted him up slightly âYou take it back, immediately or Iâll smash all the twenty two bones in your skull.â
âGo on,â said Chaol, nursing a broken lips.
Aelin stopped in between and grasped Rowanâs hand gently âPut him down, Ro, he is not worth it.â
Her gaze then turned to Chaol ânow you go back to whatever shithole you came from and perhaps go back working on your project and design a real aircraft.â She moved closer to him âI know what the fuck I am doing. And I know I will have a job in the airforce after this. You will just go back being daddyâs little spoiled boy.â
Chaol glared at her and Rowan finally let go of him, bur before he fully released him he pulled the man close enough that his mouth was near his ear âyou disrespect her like that one more time and youâll finish your degree from a hospital bed while sipping your food from a straw.â Rowan flashed his teeth in a threatening gesture âyou leave her alone, because if I hear you have been a bastard to her one more time, I will make your life a living hell.â And eventually released him. Chaol shrugged his t-shirt back into place and walked away without adding another word.
Rowan sighed and then turned to her, his expression back being soft as soon as she looked back at him.
âYou didnât have to punch him,â she said while snuggling against his chest. His arms quickly around her.
âYes I had to. What he saidâŚ.â She felt him tense up again âhe made me so mad, fireheart.â
âSeeing you thump him was very sexy,â she kissed him gently on the lips âmy knight in shining armour.â
Rowan chuckled and looked into he blue eyes âyou donât need a knight. You are fierce, brave and strong and do not need any protection,â he added, his lips on her head. Nesting under his chin was her favourite position. They fit perfectly âI, on the other hand, as a male who is hopelessly in love with you, felt the desperate need to avenge the sullied honour of my amazing other half.â
Aelin giggled hard âyou really sound like a knight.â
âCome on, Sir Rowan Whitethorn of Wendlyn, letâs finish our lunch, I have an hour of mechanics of flight coming up and I need sustenance.â
âYes, my queen,â he said kneeling in front of her.
Aelin laughed and kissed him deeply âmaybe I can be your queen tonight in bed as well.â
His smirk grew wider and Aelin felt heat pool at her core at his expression.
âWhatever mâlady commands.â
They finished their lunch in peace without any more interruptions and eventually they parted ways, going to their respective classes.
Chaol did not bothered her anymore. He didnât even met her gaze and him ignoring her was all she asked. She was there to learn, he could just go and sulk in the afterburner of a jet, perhaps while on, for all she cared.
Aelin texted Rowan a thank you and his reply was a simple To whatever end.
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Keep Away
Yandere!Bakugou x reader
Itâs a special occasion, so Bakugou decides to wine and dine you. Itâs too bad for him that youâre intent on ignoring him.
Warnings: yandere, dark themes, lime, forced orgasm, minor food kink, stockholm syndrome, spanking, light violence
A/N: I woke up at like three in the morning and decided to finish this. I saw a bad ending to a certain cyberpunk bl dating sim, and thought âwould be kinda cool to be force fed cake,â but then it didnât really turn into all that much cake feeding which is probably for the best. Whoâs to say. Itâs just kinda fun to say âit came to me during a cyberpunk bl dating sim bad end,â rather than, âit came to me in a dream.â Also, Iâm so sorry if you read this and go âew strawberry cake isnât my jam. Belgium chocolate 5evah!!!!1!!â but if you do happen to like strawberry cake, I got you fam.Â
âSo youâre not talkinâ to me now, is that it?â
You keep your gaze low, careful not to even lock eyes with your captorâbecause no, youâre not talking to him, youâre not looking at him, youâre not even going to acknowledge his existence. Itâs your verbal keep away. Youâve decided that itâs the worst possible punishment for Bakugouâignoring him. Youâve tried just about everything: screaming at him, hitting him, crying to him, begging for your release, and itâs all given you nothing. You figure, why be anymore of a source for his entertainment?
âYou should at least thank me for cookinâ you a proper meal.â
From across the candlelit table, Bakugou uncrosses his arms, glaring from the admittedly very well-made plate, to you. He clicks his tongue when you donât respond, then moans around a mouthful of pad-see-ew, just like he knows you canât stand.
âItâs so good, baby. Practically melts on my tongueâŚâ
You resist the urge to roll your eyes at that. It would be different if it wasnât his food he complimented, but thatâs Bakugou for you. Insolent, prideful, and terrible.
Bakugou stabs his chopsticks into his plate. âYouâre not wearing the dress I bought. Not good enough for you?â
You didnât even try it on. You want to tell him, but that would only spur him on. Bakugou likes it when you challenge him. He always gets that stupid smirk on his face, that daring look in his eyeâalways like heâs ready to bend you over and fuck you into submission. More often than not, thatâs what ends up happening.
âYour ass would look great in it,â he says before taking another mouthful. You can feel his crimson glower scorching your skin, but you wonât give him the satisfaction of a reaction. âYou can wear whatever you want, though. I want your ass even in those sweats.â
You exhale and lean back back in your chair. He really has to be so vulgar, doesnât he? Well, thatâs not gonna make you crack.
âYeah, I wonât force you in it. Not yet, at least.â Bakugou grins at the thought, chewing loudly. âI wouldnât mind playing a little dress up with my doll.â
Your lip twitches, and you hope he doesnât see. You have to squeeze your thighs together and ignore impending thoughts of Bakugouâs hands on youâfirst tearing your clothes off, then slowly, sensually zipping that tight, black dress up. You canât keep from imagining his lips grazing your back, hands running through your hair, him pressing into your backsideâŚ
âNeed some water, babe? Youâre looking a little flushed.â
Your eyes snap to Bakugouâs and your cheeks warm even more when you realize heâs just caught you fantasizing. At least he doesnât know what you were thinking about. Christ, you could only imagine the field day heâd have with you if he found out you ever thought about him like that.
After youâve spent plenty of time hating yourself for having these thoughts, youâve come to the conclusion that it has to be natural. In a psyche class youâve taken, you learned a bit about Stockholm syndrome, and though youâre sure youâre definitely not falling in love with your captor, itâs perfectly fine that you occasionally think about him in the lusty kinda way. Admittedly, heâs earned it with the amount of orgasms heâs given you since youâve been taken. But he hasnât earned your love. Definitely not.
Bakugou stands, folding his napkin onto the table, and walks over to the ice chest he has on standby. Heâs wearing his red dress shirt, paired with that white floral vest and nice slacks. You want to know what the occasion is for, but you wonât ask. Youâre definitely underdressed, and a part of you wishes you had put on that dress he picked out for you.
You close your eyes and empty your mind of such stupid thoughts.
âHow about some champagne?â Bakugou flips a knife out and cuts the cork off with a pop!, making you jump a little bit. He glides over to you, puts his hand on your shoulder, leans in, and fills the crystalline flute sitting on the table. He smells like spice and that natural burnt toffee aroma he has. Itâs so nice that you canât help but lean into him just a teeny bit. And he notices.
âYouâre gonna eat somethinâ for me, yeah?â he whispers lowly into your hair before kissing your temple. You freeze while he moves down your neck, brushing a finger along the opposing side of your face, coaxing your head to turn. âOr are you not in the mood for Thai? We can always skip straight to dessert.â Â
Bakugou dips down to kiss you, but you turn so he misses and kisses your ear. He growls out a sigh and you clench your hands into fists. Youâre waiting for itâfor him to lose his cool. You donât know why heâs trying to act kindly to you, but thatâs sure to end at any moment, and when it does, heâs going to feel guilty. Youâre planning on exposing him as the monster youâre always accusing him of being.
âIâm serious, I made cake,â he says, a slight edge in his voice. He twirls a finger around a strand of your hair, tugging it so you face him. âYour favorite. Strawberry cream frosting, and it tastes fucking fantastic.â
Bakugouâs gaze drops down to your lips before finding your eyes. âI could feed it to youâhave you lick that sweet cream right off the tips of my fingers.â
Your scowl tightens on him. He smirks.
âYour lips always look the prettiest when theyâre wrapped around something. Iâm startinâ to really like that idea.â
âWhy?â you bite out, because you canât take it anymore. Youâre either going to die from curiosity or die from embarrassment when he inevitably undresses you and finds out just how much his teasing gets to you, and you wonât let him have that.
Even still, Bakugou looks as triumphant as ever because you gave him what he wants: your attention.
âWhy what, huh?â
âWhy the dress!â You bark, resolve out the damn window. âThe meal, the champagne, the cake?! Why are you trying to be so nice to me all of a sudden?â
âIâm not trying to be nice. I am nice.â Bakugou rolls his eyes as if heâs explaining something simple to a child.
âNo, youâre not!â You insist. âYouâre...youâreâŚâ Shock sets in and your shoulders grow rigid. He couldnât possibly be...but if he is...heâd be absolutely daft to think youâll say yes. âYouâre not proposing to me, are you?â
âHah?â Bakugouâs eyes widen. You definitely caught him off guard, and you could melt from the steaming blaze in your cheeks. âYou want me to put a rock on those pretty fingers of yours? Make an honest man out of me?â
âNo! No!â You exclaim on a head shake. âI just thought...with the whole atmosphere-â
âPrincess,â he interrupts, taking your hand into his. He brings the back of your wrist to his lips, and for a moment, you think you could be right about him proposing after all. At least, until he speaks again. âWe ainât gonna get hitched âtil youâre good and knocked upâat least four months in, too. That way, there wonât be a chance in hell you can skip out on me.â
There wonât be a chance in hell he will knock you up with your IUD in, so good luck to him on that endeavor. Itâs not like he doesnât know about it, either. Thereâs a reason why heâs never been hesitant to enter you unwrapped. Although, considering what he just said, you donât believe heâd be any different if the circumstances were different.
Your lips curl into a snarl. âThen whatâs going on?!â
âYou seriously donât know?â He scoffs, then leads your hand to your champagne flute. Once you take it, Bakugou tells you heâll be right back, and you down the drink. You let the bubbles wash down your throat and quickly take a bite of noodles before he sees. You sigh. They really do melt on your tongue. Bastard.
Before you know it, the faint smell of burning wics envelope your space, and all the lights in the room besides the candles on the table dim. Then, thereâs a cake placed in front of youâpink, with intricate, white designs lining its frosted edges. You count the candles and there are exactly the same amount of years youâve been on this earth, plus oneâno, not plus one.
You look up to Bakugou for an explanation. Heâs simply grinning down at you, looking proud.
âHappy birthday, baby.â Bakugou kisses the top of your head. âMake a wish.â
Absently, you blow the candles out, but you donât make a wish, because your brain is too busy doing mental math. On your last birthday, youâd gone on a date with Hitoshi Shinsou. He took you to a cute, little cafĂŠ, bought you a coffee and a tiny cake. Heâd ended the night with one of the shyest, sweetest kisses youâve ever received. Not even four days later, Bakugou took you. You never got to thank Shinsou for that perfect day.
The hair on the back of your neck rises with the sudden realization that youâve been with Bakugou for nearly an entire year. Thatâs one year of your life ripped away from you. One year where you havenât made any progress achieving your dreams. One year that youâll never get back.
âWhatâd ya wish for?â Bakugou asks, but you hardly hear him due to the scathing fury that rings in your ears and burns your back. Youâre unsure of what you should say or how you should react; you already pulled the silent treatment and you think youâre far too livid to go zipping your lips again.
Thereâs only one thing you can do: go absolutely batshit crazy.
âI hate you!â
With a quick shuffle, the cake is splattered on the table, your plate flies across the room, and chopsticks are in your hand, aiming for Bakugouâs eyes. Itâs too bad for you that Bakugou either expects it, or his reflexes are just so good that he catches you by the wrist before you can stab him. Youâre immediately twisted around, chest on the table, arm pinned to your back, and his erection pressing into your ass.
âYeah? You hate me?â Bakugouâs voice is erratic, husky, dripping with lust. He climbs on top of you, grinds into your behind, and hisses, âwanna say that again?â
âLet me go, asshole!â You below and try to buck him off of you, which only encourages him to pull your arm tighter, forcing you into paralysis. You grit your teeth while tears sting your lower lashes. The only weapon you have is your voice, and thatâs always proven ineffective against him in the past. Still, you canât stop yourself from yelling. âItâs been a goddamn year! Iâm sick of being your prisoner!â
âIs that right?â Bakugou shifts, and you hear the sounds of metal clanking. You know instantly that heâs taking off his belt. You writhe as much as you possibly can, fearing a lashing. He hasnât ever really hit you before, and though getting him to the point had been your end goal, taking the belt is a whole other level of pain youâre not willing to endure.
âKatsuki,â you pant, desperate. âPlease, no. Please donât. Itâs...itâs my birthday!â
âYou think I donât fucking know that?â Bakugou releases your wrist, and goes for your hair instead. He yanks you back so that his chest presses against your back. His lips are against the junction of your shoulder and neck as he growls, âafter everything Iâve fuckinâ done for you? Ungrateful little slut.â
He pulls your sweats down, cupping your ass roughly with his large, calloused hands. They feel goodâhis rough touch against your soft cheeksâand despite feeling fearful for the state of your ass, you can feel yourself getting aroused. âI really gotta put you in your place today of all days?â He squeezes your ass tight and possessive, like he owns it, and in the moment, you canât really say that he doesnât.
âNo,â you cry and god youâre pathetic. You had this entire plan set up and now itâs barreling out of your control. As his lips graze your shoulder, you let out a sigh and say, âthe cake was really, really pretty, Katsuki. Iâm sure I wouldâve loved it. Iâm sorry I did that. I justâŚâ
âJust what?â He rasps against your neck before his hot tongue draws a long line across your skin, making you shiver in response.
âI was just...overwhelmed,â you admit. âOur anniversary-â you choke out, the words sour on your tongue, but you manage to make it sound sweet-âis just around the corner. I wasnât prepared...I donât have a whole lot of resources to do something special for youâŚâ
Katsuki Bakugou sure is a lot of things, but heâs not a moron. Youâre positive he can read your facade like a book and heâs certainly not one to play along. .
âOh yeah? You wanna do something for me?â He sucks in your earlobe between his teeth, nibbling playfully. You mewl as Bakugou reaches around your body, large fingers moving down the front of you and sliding down your pubic bone. He dips two fingers between your lips, swiping smugly at the traitorous puddling at your core. âIs this really what gets you off, sweetheart? Lying to me just so I get a little rough with you?â
âN-no.â You try to sound stern, sure of yourself, but Bakugou is light to the touch, fingers barely teasing your sensitivity. You catch yourself grinding into them, directly resulting in your ass moving against his erection. You can feel him pulse against you, and it only makes your pussy throb in direct result, which doesnât go unnoticed.
âJust admit you want me,â he seethes, pressing more firmly against you while his middle finger teases your entrance. âYou like me like this. You donât want sweetâyou want me to be a hard ass, don't you? Why else would you act like such a slutty little brat? Good girls donât get wet after shit like this, baby. Good girls donât like to be thrown around.â
âKatsuki,â you say on a sigh while bringing a hand to his arm, hoping to direct him to break through your surface.
âPut your hands on the table,â he growls.
âPlease.â You ignore him, pulling his arm more insistently, needing him to deepen his touch.
âThis is the last time Iâm gonna ask you; put your hands on the table, or I wonât hesitate to use this belt against your bare fuckinâ ass. Iâll lick you so good, youâll have bruises for months. Youâll need to sit on a fuckinâ ice pack the next time Iâm courteous enough to have you dine with me at my table.â
Shuddering, you obey him, planting your palms against the flat of the table, away from the splattered cake. Bakugou lets out a contemptuous scoff, brings your wrists together, and easily wraps his belt around them, tight and with no leeway.
He then pushes your shirt up so that itâs around your wrist with the belt, and pulls your sweats down all the way off of your legs. Youâre virtually naked in front of him, with the exception of your bra and panties, helpless to do anything about it. Just like he likes it. He always wants you to bite back until he gets you to submit. He was probably enjoying your little silent treatment show, too; it was just another kind of rebellion, another barbel that heâs fought and won.
A tingle runs down your spine as he traces it with calloused fingers. You feel your stomach tighten from anticipation when he reaches your tailbone and his touch leaves your body. You hear him chuckle as he pulls at a strap of your thong, snapping it back into place. âAt least I know you like the panties I got you.â
Pain bursts on your right cheek as the sound of his sharp slap ricochets around the dining room. You have to bite your lip to keep from crying outâeven still, youâre trembling when he rubs the sore spot.
âAwww,â he coos, snickering. âYou gonna try and act tough?â
You exhale, trying and failing to keep a steady breath, but itâs all wrong and youâre already panting.
âShow me how much you hate me, baby, I wanna hear you sing it.â
The next lick comes without any precursor, no warning, no time for you to brace yourself, so when he slaps your ass, you canât help but cry outâecstatic or indignantâitâs not your place to decide.
âKatsuki!â You fall forward, forehead on the table, inches away from the ruined cake.
He chuckles at your position, petting the back of your hair. âIf you want me to stop, youâre gonna have to lick it up, Princess.â
Your eyes narrow and you shoot a sideways glare back at him. âIâm not a dog.â
His lips tilt sideways, cocky and annoyingly hot, cheeks red, brow raised provocatively. âYou sure look like a bitch to me.â
He spanks you a third and fourth time, and your mouth hangs open with unspoken yelps, a familiar, shameful feeling traveling down your stomach to your throbbing heat.
Taking a second, Bakugou dips his fingers into the pink frosted mess in front of your eyes, and brings it to your mouth. âTaste it for me. I worked hard to get the flavor right,â he commands, smearing the cream over your bottom lip. Youâre helpless to oblige. Only, when you stick your tongue out, he pushes two fingers into your mouth.
âBite me, and Iâll have you tied up for the entire night. Iâll make you scream until youâre on the edge of passing out, then Iâll fuck you awake. Iâll use youâfill every hole youâve got âtil youâre nothing but a leaky drainpipe full of my cum. Do I make myself clear?â
âMhmmâŚâ Not wanting to test to see if he was just making empty promises, because he never makes empty promises, you glide your tongue around his fingers, aiming to please. You let out a soft, appreciative hum when you taste the sweet, strawberry flavored frosting, and suck his fingers clean.
âGood girl,â he says, his fingers leaving your mouth, only to dip back into the cake. He brings them back to your lips and you take him in willingly. âNow, I donât want to hear another word out of that pretty little mouth, until I tell you to speak. Understand?â
You look at him with affirmation. He spanks you again.
Your body jolts, spit and cream drooling out of your mouth as you moan, trying not to utter a comprehensive word. The vibrations from the impact sends waves of pleasure dancing across your clenching heat. He hasnât even really touched your sex, and yet, you feel the coils of an approaching orgasm winding up in the pit of your stomach.
The sixth and seventh spank has tears falling down your cheeks. The heat is too much to bear and you can feel sweat sliding down your back. You want to warn himâto request that he takes a break, because the oncoming shame thatâs making your toes tingle and your heart race might be a little more humiliating than having him torture you for the entire night. But you say nothing, your curiosity besting your dignity. The next spank does you in. Your body shakes as you wail, your coils breaking while you pool out, thighs sheened with your arousal. Thereâs absolutely no hiding yourself, and Bakugou is going to be all too smug about this. You simply cannot believe yourself.
âNo way,â Bakugou husks, fingers leaving your mouth. Youâre panting again when he brings his fingers to your fluttering pussy. He pushes them in and all you can offer is a sigh when heâs up to his digits in you.
âAww...oh no.â You canât tell if his concern is genuine or not, but it doesnât matter to you. Youâre ashamed, embarrassed, and defeated. Heâs never going to let you live this down. You can already hear his future taunts buzzing around in your head. âYou canât pretend like you donât like me when Iâve made you cum just by spanking your perfect little ass.â
God-fucking-damn it.
He has all the merit to tease you for it now, and youâre expecting him toâhell, youâre practically bracing yourself for it, but instead, he pulls his fingers back and pushes your bottom over, so you face him.
âAh~Ow!â You wince when your butt hits the table.
âAh. Câmere.â Â He frowns and pulls you up by the belt at your wrist. You donât stop yourself from falling into his embrace. He might be the source of all of your dread, but heâs also your only means of comfort. You let your tears roll onto his chest, muffling your sobs into his shirt. He hushes you, nails tickling your back as he kisses your hair. âSâokay, princess. Youâre okay. Iâm here.â
âIâm s-sorry,â you cry, and though your wrists are still bound, you manage to clutch onto his shirt. You pull him into you, shamelessly reveling in the familiarity of his scent.
âHmm?â He lifts your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. âWhat for?â
Your lips tremble and you shake your head, unable to voice exactly what youâre sorry for. Climaxing? Telling him that you hate him? Treating him so poorly when all he does is take care of you? You shake your head again when the actualization of your situation sets into the forefront of your mind. Thereâs practically a river of tears streaming down your face now and you wish for nothing more than to do disappear, because youâre a stupid girl, thereâs cake in your hair, and Stockholm syndrome is bullshit!
âWhat is it?â He insists, he is tone low, caring.
Dumb. Youâre so dumb. Your brain is screaming at you to not say anything, but your skin still buzzes from the thrill of your orgasm. Despite loathing yourself more than ever, youâre practically high, both from catharsis and euphoria.
âI donât...hate you.â Itâs small but itâs thereâyour voice. Thereâs a lot to decode from your confession, and by the way Bakugouâs eyes soften just the tiniest bit, you know that he knows what you will not say..
His thumb brushes across the corner of your mouth, wiping away at some residual frosting, then brings it up to where your lips part.
âI know,â he says as you take him in again, swirling your tongue around his thumb, now enjoying the taste of the cake. âOf course I know.â
Your heart swells when he doesnât laugh at you. He doesnât even look all that proud of himself. He simply gazes at you with adoration and amazementâand, of course, lust because you have your lips wrapped around something. Prick. Â
âThat was very hot, babe,â he says before kissing your forehead. âI really didnât think that you could be so responsive to me.â He chuckles darkly, but it lacks his familiar malicious undertone. âDonât really feel like I earned it, either.â
His thumb leaves your mouth, slides against your bottom lip, and is abruptly replaced with a kiss. Bakugouâs tongue teases your mouth open, then caresses yours with his. âMmm,â he hums, the reverberations of his voice sending sensational buzzes down your neck. He nips at your bottom lip, then smirks against you. âTastes good.â
He kisses you again, molding his lips perfectly to yours, and you feel his arousal poke at your bound hands. Not quite lucid enough to think it through, but feeling a bit mischievous yourself, you cup his girth through his trousers, rubbing his hard length up and down. You run your tongue against his, wanting to taste the power he has over you.
âYou want me, baby?â Bakugou asks, pressing himself more firmly into your hands. âYou wanna feel me slide inside that wet pussy of yours?â
Still not willing to give him a verbal confirmation, you squeeze his cock, legs wrapping around his torso to pull him closer to you. He growls when you have him grinding against your heat, a dark stain appearing on the prominent bulge he rubs against you. When he pulls away, you see that his pupils are blown, barely a sliver of his crimson iris to be seen. He looks moonstruck, predatory, and beautiful.
âNaughty girl,â he scolds, a tick in his jaw. He pushes you lightly, easing so that your back is on the table, your legs spread out for him. He groans when he runs a finger up your damp, clothed slit.
âI asked you a question,â he continues, playing with your core. He gets a dreamy look in his eye when he pulls your panties to the side, and feels exactly how wet you are for him. Then, he shoots a scathing glower your way. âDo. You. Want. Me. To. Fuck. You?â
âYes,â you say with a nod. âI want you to fuck me, Katsuki.â
âThatâs really too bad.â He snickers arrogantly and your heart falls into your stomach. Didnât you just have a soft moment?! âOnly good girls get fucked, pretty baby. You canât confess your undying love for me and expect that gets you out of your punishment.â
âI did not!â You argue which earns you a dangerous look.
âYou and I both know what the hell you meant,â he says with a threateningly sexy lilt. âYou canât take something like that back at the drop of a hat.â
âI think youâve punished me enough already,â you bite out defensively, quick to change the subject, because youâre bitterly aware that heâs right.
âAnd who are you to decide that?â He smirks, brushing a thumb across your pubic bone. âThought you were my prisoner.â
âI didnât mean that!â
âNo?â Bakugou gets down to his knees, leveling his face with your center. âActions speak louder than words, angelface.â He kisses your clit, making the same noise he does when heâs trying to bother you while eating, only when he does it on your cunt, all of your nerve endings catch flame and youâre spiraling back to needy senselessness. âProve to me that youâve earned my cock by riding my tongue.â
Heâs nothing if not altruistic when heâs between your legs. Heâs always been generous and dedicated to getting you off, but thereâs something different about how heâs moving now. He uses the flat of his tongue and draws languid strokes up your entrance, taking his time while he swirls around your clit. He groans into you, and if the vibrations of his voice werenât enough to finish you off then and there, his fingers sure as hell do it for you. He pushes them into you, reveling in the feel of your spongy walls hugging him tightly. He traces intricate patterns across your skin, mapping out the places that make you moan the loudest, just to be keen on teasing you for harrowing minutes. Heâs going about this agonizing slow, but thereâs something about him taking his time, rather than completely ravaging you to prove just how good he is at eating you out, that already has your walls clamping down around his fingers, your back arching, whimpers and pleas tumbling out of your mouth.
It hits you like a brisk wave crashing against the oceanic shoreline. First it was one liquescent sensation, then a pandemonium of your nerves roaring to life. Your thighs close against his head, locking him into place while your fingers twine with his hair. He moans into you, multiplying the excruciating thrill tenfold. You rock against his tongue, savoring this magnificently prolonged ecstatic escapade.
When your nerves cool down and youâre no longer twitching too much, Bakugou offers you a wry grin before licking his lips.
âLook at what a mess youâve become,â he coos , kissing your shaking thighs, eyes locked on yours. âWas that all because of me, princess.â
âI...donât think Iâve come so hard in my life.â You breathe, disoriented by the fact. âOh my god.â
âThat so?â He asks as his tongue travels up your thigh.
Bakugou fervently laps up your post-orgasmic juices all the way back up to your drenched cunt. He groans dramatically while his tongue dives back into you. Youâre far too sensitive now, and he doesnât stopâhe likes having you squirm around, bucking your hips this was and that, all attempts at finding an escape for his erotic torture futile. Soon he has you spasming out of control for the third time this night, and he rides the waves of your grudging pleasure with delight.
âK-katsukiiii, pleeease!â Youâre breathless, hot, and irrational. He has a large hand gripped tightly on your side while three fingers continue to curl inside of you. âI canât t-take it anymore! Itâs t-too much!â
âWhat? You donât think youâve got another one in you?â He keeps your eyes locked on his as his hands push your thighs farther apart, his tongue slowly gliding across your throbbing clit.
You shake your head, practically sputtering your pleas. âI will do whatever you want, so please-â
ââS that right?â Bakugou grins up at you, smug and triumphant. He pushes you farther up on the table and climbs over you, one hand at the side of your head, holding him upâthe other reaching out to grab a coin-sized piece of cake. He presses it against your mouth as he prompts you with an, âahh.â
âAh,â you mimic and he pushes the cake into your mouth. The moment you swallow is the moment his lips latch onto yours. You taste your headiness mixing in with the creamy texture of the cake and you canât help but moan openly into his mouth.
Bakugou ends the kiss too soon, catching you out of breath and wanting more.
âYou can be a good girl, canât you?â His voice is raspy, thick with need, and you know heâs close to falling apart. You want him to. You need him to. Heâs broken you, so itâs only just that he breaks sometimes too.
You nod, cautious to see what heâll be doing next. Heâs certainly not taking off his pants, which was the only thing he should be doing.
He moves your arms over his shoulders and leans down low, breath hot on your ear. âYouâll do anything for my cock?â
âYes,â you sigh and wish more than anything for your hands to be free so tear his shirt off.
âBecause you donât hate me at all. In fact, you fuckinâ love me. You love everything I do to you, but youâre too stubborn to admit it. That right?â
You scowl ahead, teeth clenched. âYes.â
He draws a line with his tongue against the most sensitive part of your neck, making you shudder, and asks, âyes, what, princess?â
You narrow your eyes. âYes, I am stubborn.â
With a âteh!â Bakugou kisses your cheek and leads you up so that youâre sitting straight, and guides you both carefully off the table, sweeping you up to carry you so that you donât step in any of the food youâve tossed around. He cradles you in his arms, you half-naked, him fully dressed, and smiles sardonically.
âIâm not gonna make you say it, because it is your birthday, but I will have you know that your punishment is not over.â
âYouâre kidding me!â You bark back, leaning away to look him in the eyes to see if heâs serious.
âSorry, baby.â He laughs. âBut I had a romantic evening planned out for the two of us and you just had to throw your little bratty tantrums.â
âWhat do I have to doâ?â
ââto get me to fuck you?â
âYes!â
âYouâre going to take a shower, put on that fuckinâ dress, then weâre gonna do this whole dinner thing over again. If you can behave, then maybeâmaybe youâll get my cock. If notâwell princess, history tends to repeat itself, but I was hoping we could act like a normal couple just for one night. Thought maybe youâd be into it too, but thatâs not what you want at all, is it?â
âI...want to be a normal couple,â you say unenthusiastically. Youâre not sure if you meant you wanted to be a normal couple with Bakugou or if you wanted to be free and normal with somebody else entirely.
Bakugou snickers, as if you said something childish. âNo you donât.â
âBecause you think I donât want to be with you.â
âNah...I know you want to be with me. But you donât want to be a normal couple. You want this, babe. You want what we have. You want the chaos. You revel in it.â
âWell, Iââ you begin, desperate to find an argument point that doesnât make you sound dumb. Is he right? Do you enjoy this? Everyday is like a game with him, and it drives you up the fucking wall, but what would you be without it?
âI hope you can keep your self-control,â you retort flippantly, abandoning the argument. âHope your dick didnât burst your buttons, Katsuki.â Your gaze drops down to the tent in his pants, then snaps pointedly back at his face.
Heâs absolutely unfazed. In fact, heâs more chipper than youâve ever seen himâlike heâs the cat who caught the mouse. âJust for that, Iâm gonna join you in the shower. Keep my belt around those wrists and have you watch me wash myselfâsee all that youâre missing out on.â
You groan, head falling into his chest as he begins walking towards the stairs. âI really do fucking hate you.â
âKeep tellinâ yourself that, sweetheart,â he says back, a smile in his voice. âJust as long as you know that youâre not the only person here that knows how to play keep away.â
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