#when the teacher said the girls needed to stay inside while the boys got to go play

[junniieesbby]

༯ Teacher’s Pet |Choi Yeonjun ༯

Pairing: Professor Yeonjun x F!Student reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, forbidden romance, 10 year Age cap (reader is 22+ when they met).

WC: 2k

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Summary: Having dirty thoughts about one of your professors you couldn’t control yourself but to make them come true. Only for you to end up heartbroken after.

Warning: STRAIGHT FILTH. Lots of degradation. Reader is a brat. Use of pet names such as sir, Baby, teacher’s pet, Slut, Whore. Age Gap. Ass smacking, hair pulling. Spit.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Nothing mentioned in this fiction represents any of the characters.

Song: Teacher’s Pet By: Melanie Martinez

A/N: I’m all for happy endings but um this one is not ending in one I fear not. Maybe if you guys want a part two but it won’t be anytime soon because your girl is heartbroken. A big shout out to my favorite people @boba-beom @lovejoshua @gyupremacy @honajoong @flwrseon for helping me with the header and me asking you guys a bunch of questions to see what fits most! And a special shout out for @boba-beom for giving me the glasses idea hehe. ILY guys💕I also would like to say if you want to see more scenarios that include age gap professor Yeonjun please send me an ask.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Your Favorite part about your English Literature course was the eye candy of a professor you had. He was a young professor and all the girls wanted to fuck him while all the boys wanted to be him. You couldn’t help but bite your lip at him every time you walked in the class, making sure you came early so you could get a seat in front of him. Everytime you walked in, his eyes would linger on you. You spent the time in his class daydreaming about all the different ways he would fuck you.

One morning you woke up bold and decided today would be the day. You did your hair and makeup. And you wore one of the shortest skirts you had. And went to class like usual early. As you walk in you swear you stopped breathing for a moment. He looked so fuckable in his outfit and those glasses of his. You felt yourself get wet just imagining riding him while taking those glasses off and wearing them to be a brat.

After class ended you waited until everyone was out so you could approach him. He was sitting slightly on his desk with his arms crossed “Is there a reason you stayed behind Miss Y/L/N?” He asked, looking you up and down. You walked up to him standing so close to him. You lifted one of your hands and placed it on his bulge. “Is it wrong that I’ve needed you to fuck me since the moment I saw you” you whisper to him. He takes his hand and lifts your chin up to look at him both your faces mere inches from each other. He sighs and moves away going to sit in his chair murmuring a “you’re young”. You didn’t care about the age, looking at him and saying “I know I'm young, but my mind is well beyond my years”. He shook his head and said “why do you need me to fuck you? You are my top student in all the classes I teach” he readjust his glasses. “don't care 'bout grades, just call me your Baby.” You slowly walk and stand in front of him.

“Fuck it” He whispers getting up walking to the door locking it. He marches towards you “tell me to not touch you and let you go and I will unlock that door and let you go, but if you don’t I will be fucking you so hard you won’t be able to move for days… so what is it going to be baby?” He got so close to you, your noses were touching. You knew this would be wrong but didn’t care you needed to feel him deep inside of you. “Fuck me Sir” Three words. It took three words for him to crash his lips down to yours while beginning to undo his pants and pulling his cock out.

“Did you decide to dress like a filthy slut for me? Did you want my cock that bad?” He reached inside your short skirt and started to rub circles on your clothed core. You couldn't believe he was finally touching you in ways you'd been dreaming about. “Be the good little teacher’s pet that you are and answer me when I am asking you questions.” He pinches your clit to get your attention. “Yes, Yes I dressed like a filthy slut for you. I need your cock sir been dying to have it inside of me” You moan when he moves the fabric aside and starts to slide his tip up and down coating his tip and your juices.

“Does my pretty girl need any prepping? Or should I just fuck her like shes been asking me to hmm?” His teasing was driving you crazy. “Fuck me please just fuck me” you try to move closer to him. He pummels inside of you without a warning, his thrusts going deep. Deeper than you’ve ever felt before. He started to move faster and harder with each thrust and you couldn’t help but clench and squeeze around him.

“Shit, pretty girl you keep doing that and I might just breed this sweet pussy…oh you like that? My little slut wants me to breed her doesn’t she?” The more he spoke the more you clenched around him. Yeonjun knew what he was doing. He was much older than you and you had little to no experience. The guys you had been with didn’t make you feel an ounce of how he was making you feel.

“Yes, yes right there sir oh fuck” You felt yourself getting closer and closer. Looking at his beautiful face you couldn’t help yourself but to slide his glasses off and wear them while holding onto his biceps for support. “You look so damn sexy in my glasses I will let it slide this time but act like a little brat again and I’ll show you what brats like you get” He starts to kiss your jaw and sucking your neck making sure to leave a few marks.

As you were about to come he pulled out and flipped you over taking one of your legs and putting it on his desk. He thrusted in you from behind and the new angle made your eyes roll in the back of your head. He pulled your hair bringing your head closer to him, hips not faltering one bit. He put his hand around your jaw and brought you even closer. “Open your mouth baby” and you do exactly what he says. He does something you least expect and it turns you on even more. He spits in your mouth then closes your mouth telling you to “swallow like a good girl” while bringing that same hand he had on your jaw down smacking your ass.

“Please, please I need to come let me come please” You beg him not able to resist your release any longer. “Just a few more seconds my love I’m right there with you” His tone changed and he softened down but his thrusts were sending you so close to the edge. After a few more seconds His thrust became slower and slopier. “Come for me baby, let go for me you’ve been such a good girl” as soon as he said that you came like you’ve never done before. Your legs were shaking, your mind was fuzzy, there was drool coming down your chin. He filled you up, and the feeling of his cum inside you lit a spark. You weren’t sure if this was one of your day dreams or a reality.

He pulled out and took your panties with him while bringing your skirt down. His cum was seeping out of you and he gathered it with his fingers pushing it back inside of you while he made you lick the rest of his fingers. “Can I have my panties back?” You ask him finally after you have recollected yourself. “No they are mine now and plus I want you walking while you feel my cum inside your sweet cunt.” He had a way with words that just made you melt.

You stood back on your feet going to grab your book bag and started walking to the door. “See you next week Mr.Choi” you say smiling. “Wait” you halt and turn around. “I need my glasses back” He says pointing to your face. “No they’re mine now and plus I want you to fuck me like your brat next time so I will be keeping them for now.” You say back turning around and walking around catching his little chuckle while saying “such a brat.” You get home and look at yourself in the mirror not believing the girl staring back at you. You looked like you had your soul fucked out of you. That night you went to bed in a really good mood.

*Time Skip*

Fucking Yeonjun became part of your routine. Some days you would go on your knees for him as he graded papers. Other days you cock warmed him which led to you acting out and getting put in your place. You two enjoyed each other’s company and the sex was euphoric.

You knew what you were doing was wrong, but he made you feel special and took care of your needs like no one could. Walking into class you shoot him a smile, but unlike how he would smile back at you the past month and a half he just nodded. You found it odd but didn’t pay much attention to it as you took your seat.

Even though you were the first to finish your quiz you decided to wait until the last person to turn their quiz in for you to finally get up. As per usual you hand him your paper and you go lock the door. Walking back to him saying “If I pass this quiz, will you give me your babies?” He chuckles sarcastically “You’re crazy” he said. Hurt by his words and unusual demeanor you looked him straight in the eyes and said “Don’t call me crazy” You go and stand in front of him. “What’s going on? We were just fine last week. Why are you being like this?” He sighs and turns his head. “You’re special, and you need someone just as special as you. You need someone your own age and better than me” Your tears pulled in your eyes at his words. “When Did I ask for any of that? Do you think I don’t know about our age gap? Was I not good enough? Do you regret the things we shared that I’ll never forget. Why are you not saying anything?” You grab his jaw and turn his face to look at you.

“I don’t regret a single moment with you Y/N, but you know this thing between us is wrong, we have to put an end to it now.” Tears were streaming down your face now and Yeonjun couldn’t watch you in pain especially knowing he was the cause behind it. He gets up and walks out the door and your last words to him brought him to tears. Watching him walk out you couldn’t take it anymore shouting “I knew this wouldn’t last, Fuck you don’t you leave me here.” As the door shuts behind your professor you slide down hugging yourself and just crying at the pain this has caused you.

There was no one to blame but yourself you thought.

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[the-froschamethyst4]

The Blanket Of Safety

𖤐Pairing: Father! Alex x Mother! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, language, daddies girl, insecurities, mentions of a bully, yelling,

𖤐Summary: Alex's daughter comes home scared to go back to school because of a bully, so Alex steps in to bring it to the schools attention

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2:30PM

Alex and his wife's daughter Maddie came home, tear stains on her cheeks and her eyes were red. Alex was still at work while Y/n saw her daughter's red face.

"Maddie, baby, what's wrong?" Y/n bends down to her daughters level, cupping her daughter's face.

"where's daddy?" She says, through sniffles.

"He's still at work, baby."

Maddie didn't want to say that there's a bully at school who constantly picks on her, she was scared something may happen. She was always told to tell an adult about bullies but when Maddie brings up a bully to any school adult, she seems to get brushed off.

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9:00PM

Maddie was in bed, and Alex just got home. He had a very late night, he usually would get home an hour after Maddie would come home from school, but Price needed him to stay longer.

"Love?" Alex comes into the living room seeing Y/n staring at the black TV screen with a mug of hot tea in her hands, she looks up at Alex with red eyes. "Y/n?" He drops his bag and cups his wife's face.

"S-She's getting bullied, Alex," Y/n's voice cracks.

"Maddie?" She nods in response.

"She said t-this girl in her c-class comes and bullies her f-for no reason, she s-says she brought it up to the p-principal and her teacher, but she gets brushed o-off like she's nothing," Y/n then placed her mug on the coffee table and her head rested on Alex's shoulder.

"I'll go to the school tomorrow and tell the principal," Alex doesn't mess around when it comes to his daughter or his wife.

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Alex walks down the hall and saw his daughter's bedroom light still on, Maddie's bedtime was 8:30. He walks to the door and gently pushes it open.

Maddie was coloring, she drops her markers and looks at her dad. She stood up and runs to her daddy. He bends down to her level hugging her.

"Mama, told me what happened," Alex tells her.

Alex proceeds to gently shut the door. Sitting on the floor and Maddie sits on his lap.

"Baby, what does she do?"

"He."

"Huh?"

"It's a boy, daddy."

"Okay...what does he do, baby?" Alex repeats.

"He just picks on me, picks at my hair, eyes, my teeth," Maddie has those bunny teeth, two big front teeth and small teeth surrounding the two front teeth. Of course Alex and Y/n find them cute, but Maddie has now grown insecure about them, not smiling or laughing.

"What do you tell the principal, when you first said something about it?"

"He's a boy...boy's will be boys...he only picks on because he likes you," that pissed Alex off. Alex was raised to be respectful but of course there are those boys who think they're being cute when they pick on people.

"I'll go to the school and put a stop to this okay?"

"Okay, daddy," Maddie says.

Alex then gets an idea, he remembers when his mom did this with him when he was little whenever he was getting bullied in school. He grabs a soft blanket off her bed and wraps her in the blanket earning a soft giggle from her.

"This is the blanket of safety, baby," Alex says.

"Why?" She asks.

"Because when you feel sad, wrap this blanket around you and when the blanket is around you, nothing will happen to you, the blanket will protect you," he smiles. "Words won't hurt you baby."

Alex picks her up and placed her in her bed, moving the covers over her small body, kissing her forehead and giving her an 'I love you' before turning off her lights and shutting the door quietly.

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Next Morning (8:40AM)

Maddie held Alex's hand before walking into the school, Alex let's his daughter walk inside and she heads to her classroom as Alex heads to the front office.

"Hello, sir, how can I help you?" The old lady asks behind the desk.

"I'm here to see Mr. Sanders," Alex says in a very, very, serious tone, his tone made the smiling old lady drop her smile when she realized it's something serious.

"Of course, I'll go get him," she says, getting up from her chair and heading to the back to go get the principal.

Soon she came back with Mr. Sanders behind her.

"Mr. Keller, how can I help you?"

"I wanna talk about my daughter and how she's getting bullied," Alex says.

"Of course, let's go talk in my office," Alex follows Mr. Sanders into his office.

"Your daughter is Maddie?"

"Yes..."

"Her so-called bully, Jayden Reyes."

"Oh so, you are aware...what have you done to help put a stop to this?" Alex jumps to the point.

"Mr. Keller, there is nothing for us to stop this-"

"Bullshit."

"I-I'm sorry?"

"Bullshit, he picks on her about her features, makes fun of her, and she has brought this up to you before and your response was, boys will be boys, picking on you means he likes you...that is some bullshit, do you tell every little girl that comes up here talking about getting picked on by a boy? Because if so, you are a shit principal."

"Sir, Mr. Keller, it is a lot of work and paperwork-"

"Woah! Just because it's a lot of paperwork?" Alex's jaw was on the fucking floor. "My 5-year-old comes to you an adult to put a fucking stop to this and your excuses...are shit coming from your ass-"

"Mr. Keller, please do not curse in my school-"

"WHY BECAUSE A FUCKING PRINCIPAL CAN'T DO HIS JOB CORRECTLY!?" Alex yells now.

"Mr. Keller, if I do something what would you like me to do?"

"Either separate them, or pull the little rat to talk to him about picking on people, because if it continues, this was calm, I was being calm, I'll come back and start a fucking riot. Make it stop now, Mr. Sanders," Alex stood up from the chair.

"Anyways...have a good day Mr. Sanders," it was a like switch in Alex's tone. He was calm now, very calm.

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A Few Days Later

Maddie has seem to be a lot better, she smiling, and laughing again. Alex held Maddie on his hip as they stood at the drop off line at the school.

Maddie was kicking some rocks as the doors opened to let the students into the school. Alex kissed Maddie's forehead and let her go.

"Look both ways!" Alex says as Maddie did before running to the schools' sidewalk.

Alex looks at his daughter go inside the school, she walks passed Mr. Sanders and Alex and him made eye contact. Alex gave him a sarcastic smile before heading to his car.

"Asshole," Alex mumbles to himself as he is walking away.

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[explosionkatsu]

"Age doesn't matter" 17

Dad!Bakugo x F!Babysitter!Teacher!Reader

Part 16

Your week went by unnoticed. Probably because you were too occupied with the things happening at your job, taking care of Kazui, and what happened between you and Katsuki.

Of course, you were attempting to forget about it. But every time you see him arriving home, you’re always a disaster. Like how you always turn red-faced whenever you prepare dinner. And boy let me tell you, the arguing was still present. He just wouldn’t shut up about you cooking dinner. He always tells you to order something. But as usual, you end up victorious all because the food was already there, and he can’t do anything about it but eat.

Katsuki on the other hand was grateful, alright? Since you were always buying groceries with the cash he left, purchasing food was out of his task now, which annoyed him. It made him look like he’s slacking off as a father now that you came. He must admit though, he feels comfortable around you. Way too comfortable if he may add. But he’s not leaning too much about that for he doesn’t want to get attached, yet there are his unexplained feelings.

Confusing, am I right?

It was Y/n’s break. Rest day. Day off. Whatever you want to call it. She’s relaxing inside her small apartment. All curled up in her living room carpeted floor with a blanket covering her entire body, while watching the random movie she put on. Her center table was pushed aside where a cluster of snacks was. She was dedicated to rest today and she won’t let anyone destroy it for her.

You can say she’s been there ever since she got home from shopping. Boy, she was glad she got two jobs because she was able to buy more food that would last her for 2 months.

“This is the break I needed.” You murmured to yourself. “No interruptions, no emergency paperwork, and nothing to think about.” You yawned before checking the time.

It was 3:45 after midday.

You realized you haven’t taken a bath. But who cares? No one’s coming over today and you’re living alone. I guess it’s fine if you didn’t today, right?

Yes yes.’ You nod, agreeing with your final decision while an enthusiastic smile slowly approaches your lips, and your eyes suddenly sparkle.

Ring ring ring

But that noise made those go all away.

…

After Mitsuki insisted Katsuki bring Kazui to them saying that,

“You never bring our grandkid anymore! You brat!”

Katsuki immediately took Kazui and left him with his parents. Not without a bonk from his mom.

Now there he is, driving way to his house peacefully.

Maybe he can take a nap as soon as he gets home? Since Mitsuki wanted Kazui to stay with them for a while.

Speaking of his mom.

Katsuki couldn’t get his mind off of what his mom told him.

Mitsuki found out what happened to his ex-wife, thanks to the news. He had no choice but to tell everything and how it happened.

“Katsuki,” Mitsuki called out to him before he could get in his car.

Katsuki paused his movement and straightened his posture before looking at his mom. He knew the tone she used.

“Your father and I watched the news.” She simply said before continuing. “We knew what happened.”

Of course, he saw this coming.

Katsuki looked away in response.

“You’re a smart kid and we support whatever your decision is,” Mitsuki stated staring at her son.

Katsuki grunted before speaking. “Of course, I am.”

“We can take care of Kazui while you handle that shit,” Mitsuki said.

“Don’t worry about him.” He answered. “Y/n already got it.”

“Y/n?”

“His babysitter,” Katsuki said shortly.

“A girl?”

“Yes.”

“In your house?”

“Only when I’m at work.”

“When will you introduce her?”

Katsuki’s head immediately turned in his mom’s direction. “The hell are you saying, woman.” He exclaimed. “There is nothing going on between us!”

Mitsuki smirked all of a sudden making her cross her arms over her chest. “Why are you so worked up?” she teased. “I only wanted to see her. I didn’t say there’s going on between you two.”

Katsuki’s lips turn into an angry pout.

“Is there going on between you two?” Mistuki leaned forward with a knowing look.

“Fuck off I’m leaving.”

Mitsuki only laughed. “You know, people think you’re smart, but I see you as my idiot son,” she said between laughs. “Don’t pick Kazui for days. We want to spend time with him.”

“Yeah yeah. Don’t feed him too much sweet.” Katsuki said finally getting to his car and starting the engine. “I’m off.”

Mitsuki watched Katsuki drive off with a smile on her face. She’s so gonna tell this to Masaru.

…

As soon as he got home, he went straight to his bedroom and sat on his bed.

What an uneventful day.

It was his rest day after all. What does he expect? Maybe he’ll definitely just take a nap.

The house is clean, with no laundry at all. His agency is fine. He just needs to speak to the few new employees they hired days ago. That isn’t urgent though.

“Ah, fuck that.” Katsuki groaned and lay down to take a nap. But before he could doze off, his phone started ringing, waking him. He was so wrong thinking everything was fine.

Groaning frustratedly, Katsuki stood up and grabbed his phone from his working table. Checking the caller ID made him groan more. It must be important, so he clicked the answer button. Not without running a hand over his face.

“This better be important, nerd,” Katsuki stated as he placed his hand on his hip.

“O-oh. Are you busy?”

“Spill it out.” Katsuki barked.

“W-well,” Midoriya paused. “The other wanted to know if you’re available today since they w-wanted to see Kazui-chan.”

“And who’s these others you’re talking about, hah?” Katsuki asked scowl deepening.

“O-ochako wanted to see Kazui. As well as Momo. So, we thought we could go over so that we can visit as well. Not that I don’t want to see Kazui. I do! It’s been a while as well. Maybe we can buy snacks. Oh! What would Kazui want-"

“Shut up.” Katsuki was so over this call.

“S-sorry. I was rambling. Haha,” Midoriya nervously laughed.

Katsuki can even hear Shoto’s voice in the background.

“Fortunately, he’s not here. So go elsewhere.”

“O-oh. That’s sad.” Midoriya’s voice drops.

“We can still come over, after all, it’s been a while since we last seen Bakugo.”

“Agreed. We can all catch up.”

“Mhm. It’s been a while since I last saw my friend.”

“I’m not your fucking friend, Icyhot!!!” Katsuki yelled through the call and quickly ended the call.

…

“Ah… He ended the call.” Midoriya's sweat dropped and he placed his phone in his pocket. “Change of plans?” He questioned.

“Let’s still come over!” Momo smiled. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”

“Is Kirishima and the others on patrol today?” Ochako asked as she looked at Midoriya.

“Huh. I’m not sure. We can call them if you want.”

…

You glared at your ringing phone on the table, too lazy to pick it up. Someone has to ruin it, of course. But you took a quick mental note that if it’s your boss, you can just let it ring all day long.

Too idle to reach your arm for the phone, you used your legs and pushed it until it reached the edge, making it fall from the table. Once the phone lay flat on the floor, you used your toes to inch the phone closer to you and accidentally pressed the answer call.

As fast as you could, you panicked and grabbed the phone, putting it to your ear.

“Moshi mosh!” You answered too enthusiastically.

“Ms. Y/n!!”

You blinked as you recognized the voice.

“Kirishima?” You’re confused.

“Heya!” Eijiro laughed. “I’m sorry I had to call you. I asked Bakubro for your number, I am glad he gave it.” He chuckled.

“That answers my question.” You giggled. “Why’d you call? You could’ve asked me for my number instead.”

“Eh. Hahaha. It’s kinda embarrassing. But hey, we’re talking now so that’s fine!” Eijiro laughed once again.

“Yeah. Haha,” You laughed along.

“Anyway, I just wanna ask you out.”

Part 18

Here you goooo! <3

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[kira-broflovski]

Sleepover || Kyle Broflovski x Reader (2)

NOTE: characters are aged up to high school in this!!

Part 3

summary: you only intended to stay for a little bit and study with kyle in order to make it in time to wendy's sleepover, but you simply lost track of time

Kyle felt like he was short-circuiting. From his newfound confidence to the grateful hug you gave him, he just can't believe that really happened.

On the way to his next class, he opened the piece of paper to discover it read "text me" followed by your phone number.

"Fuck yeah!" He yelled out of excitement, not even caring about the weird stares he received.

"Dude, what happened?" Stan's voice called out from behind him. Kyle was too excited to say anything so he simply shoved the little note in his face as he slightly bounced on his feet. "Oh my god. You did it."

"I know!"

"You crazy son of a bitch." Stan was happy for his best friend, despite the lack of enthusiasm in his tone. "You actually got her number."

"I know!" Kyle repeated, practically grinning from ear to ear. "I still need to add it to my contacts."

The boys sat down in their usual seats next to each other while Kyle was hyperfixated on his phone and making sure he typed in the right number.

"What's up with him?"

"Is he okay?"

"Why is he staring at his phone?"

Many classmates were concerned for Kyle as they all noticed he was more jittery and excitable than usual, but the class itself felt like it was going too slow.

Halfway through, his phone buzzed.

"Mr. Broflovski, turn your phone on silent." The strict teacher snapped.

"Sorry, sir. I didn't mean to leave the notifications on." Yes he did.

"Whatever." The teacher turned back to his computer to do more boring work, while Kyle saw this as an opportunity to check the notification.

It was you!

"i forgot to ask, which house are we studying at?"

"mine? my little brother has swimming lessons n my parents are both at work"

"sure :)"

He stared at your last message, immediately imagining the smile that made him feel so warm and fuzzy on the inside.

This was going to be the longest lesson ever.

When the bell rang, he dashed out of his seat so he could be the first one out the school. Obviously, he wasn't. But it's the thought that counts.

You texted him saying you were on your way out, and his heart started pounding in his chest. He pretended to look busy on his phone in case you got weirded out that he was staring from afar.

"Kyle!" You called. He looked up as if he didn't know you were already outside, trying to play it cool.

"Y/N!" He smiled widely back. So much for playing it cool. "Shall we?" He motioned his hand in another direction, the path towards his home.

The two of you were walking in silence, not an awkward one as there was no tension, it was more apprehension. You always wondered what his home looked like, and more specifically, what his bedroom looked like. Is it messy? Or tidy? Does he collect and hoard things? Or did he take the minimalistic approach?

So many questions yet to be answered.

Thankfully, the walk wasn't long. Although, Kyle did take you down the longest path in hopes of spending more time with you.

"Welcome to the Broflovski residence, Miss L/N." He bowed as he opened the door and held it open. "Ladies first."

"Why thank you, Mr. Broflovski." You stepped forward into the surprisingly large house this boy called home.

A stupid grin grew wider on your face because seeing him slowly become his nerdy self around you was heart-warming.

You remember watching him from afar, playing with his friends in whatever imaginary game they could think of. How you wanted to join in so badly. Instead, you wasted your time making meaningless lists with the girls.

"We can go up to my room," Kyle stated, bringing you back to the present. Only to realise what he just said. You didn't say anything and simply raised your eyebrow at him.

When he heard no vocal response he turned around, your facial expression only making him more confused.

"What?"

"Your room, huh?" You couldn't stop the smirk on your lips the same way he couldn't stop his cheeks getting redder and hotter.

"Don't make it weird, dude!"

"Relax, I'm joking."

"H-here, I'll show you up." He hastily made his way up the stairs, signalling for you to follow him.

"What a gentleman," you snickered.

Kyle jokingly groaned in response, which only made you laugh more, but on the inside there were fireworks exploding in his chest. Even the sound of your laughter made him weak in the knees.

Awkwardly, he showed you his room and you pointed out all the photos of him in different situations and with family members or close friends.

"Anyways, I'm gonna go grab us some drinks and snacks then we can get started. Does that sound good with you?" He looked at you for confirmation.

"Yeah, of course!" You beamed that infamous smile of yours, the smile that he just couldn't get enough of.

The next couple of hours went surprisingly quickly thanks to Kyle's intelligence and your perseverance.

Currently, you were both studying independently when a scoff from you broke the silence. Kyle looked up at you slowly, appreciating the moment before you looked at him, as it gave him time to admire your face close up for once.

"These textbook jokes are so stupid," you snorted.

He gestured towards the book, so you turned it around so he could read it. You watched as his eyes scanned the page before his face creased out of second-hand embarrassment for whoever wrote that.

"Oh god."

"I know, right?"

"Who would even find that funny?"

"Probably a try-hard with straight As."

"Probably," he shook his head. He looked back up at you to see your eyes wandering aimlessly around his room. "We should take a break. My hand hurts from this stupid ass book."

"Agreed." You stood up to stretch in front of the window, and that's when you noticed something in the garden.

"Kyle!"

"I'm right here you don't need to yell." The sudden exclamation of his name startled him. "What is it?"

"You have a treehouse?" You pointed outside, marvelling at the mighty fortress that still stood after all these years.

"Yeah?" He stood up and walked over to then follow your finger to where you were pointing. "Why?" He asked as he looked down at you. You were pulling the best doe eyes you could, and Kyle thought he was going to have a heart attack due to how cute you are.

"Do you want to go in it?" He asked, trying so hard to act as if he doesn't want to just kiss you right here right now.

"Can we?" You continued to stare at him.

"What's the magic word?" He decided to tease you as a way of trying to make it even for the teasing he endured earlier.

"Please, Kyle." You clasped your hands together to commit. "Can we please go in your treehouse, Kyle?"

The way you said his name was music to his ears, and it really got his imagination going. It wasn't just his face that had more blood flowing in it than usual.

"Begging, are we?"

He doesn't know where this surge of confidence came from, but seeing you plead for something was so cute yet so hot.

"If that's what it takes," you said, exasperated, and got closer to him. Your faces were inches apart. Both of you were internally freaking out.

He waited a couple seconds, just to savour this moment, before responding.

"Alright, I can't say no when you make that face." He rolled his eyes jokingly before leading the way again.

"I'll keep that in mind." You grinned to yourself.

"I shouldn't have said that."

"It's too late now, Kyle."

"Oh, great."

He knew he wasn't really complaining, if anything he'd love an excuse to just stare into your eyes. Especially if you say his name the same way you just did all the time.

What's going to happen in the treehouse?

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note: I'll write part 3 ASAP. this was only meant to be a 2 part story, but I got carried away in both 😭 the wattpad author I used to be is still me ig

currently writing from my break at work, hope you guys enjoyed!!

taglist: @weridpersonhelp

#kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski #south park #south park x y/n #south park fanfiction #fluff #eric cartman #stan marsh #kenny mccormick #sleepover ♡

[satorusplayplace]

Hi! Can you please do those boyfriend headcanons for Nanami and Geto this time? I lived the ones you did before! Oh and if you write for the girls as well, some gf headcanons for Mai and maki as well then? Thank you 💕

JJK characters as your s/o! —

☆ pairing: nanami x reader, geto x reader, megumi x reader, inumaki x reader, mai x reader, maki x reader

☆ part one!

☆ content warning(s): fluffy! a little angst??, lovesick cuties!! mentions of gojo…

☆ A/N: wanted to add a little bit of megumi as well! hope u enjoy this :] let me know if you want more!! send in requests. sorry it took so long! let me know if i missed anything :D i also added inumaki!

NANAMI KENTO —

he’s super sweet! he’s always working because the jujutsu society is always short of workers. though, you know it’s to save people so you don’t mind much! kento loves you and you love him.

when he comes home after a long day, he really just wants to shower and relax. so that’s where you come in to take care of your sweet lover.

he doesn’t like PDA too much! instead he holds your hand and gives you a kiss on the forehead once in a while. he’ll mostly kiss your hand to comfort you out in public if needed.

nanami only likes to be called “nanamin” by you.

he loves whenever you both are sleeping in the same bed. he loves to hold you as close as possible to him. he’ll have you rest on his chest or he’ll cuddle your back.

if you got sick, expect him to be making you food and giving you medicine!

same goes with him, if he gets sick. you’re taking care of him even though he hates it.

nanami loves acts of service! especially when he does something for you. that’s definitely his love language.

nanami loves that you’re always there for him. he’s happy to have someone by his side.

he likes the traditional roles, housewife and working husband but not in a misogynistic way but because you both enjoy it. i mean nanami also helps you around the house! he doesn’t mind it especially when you get sick.

nanami loves to come home early while you’re cooking so he can wrap his arms around your waist.

nanami loves to sleep with you. you’re his comfort. nanami is so in love with how you are. he’s a light sleeper but knowing you’re by him. he loves it so much

— FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

megumi is such a quiet boy. he’s super reserved!

megumi is a great boyfriend, he loves you so much. he just loves spending time with you.

megumi definitely is affectionate but it’s more behind closed doors because he hates PDA.

gojo teases him too much but you don’t mind cause at least it’s fun to be around everyone!

megumi learns how to cook from yuuji, so don’t be surprised when megumi comes knocking on your door with a new recipe in his hands!! you’re always going to be the first one to try.

you’re his weakness. he loves you so much. he always wants the best for you.

megumi sleeps in a strict schedule (nanami does too) but you sometimes break that. megumi will gladly stay up if you wanna watch shows together. you want to watch hunter x hunter because it’s your favorite anime right now (hint hint), why not?

megumi loves you dearly, honestly he can’t dream being without you. he’s like so lovesick for you. definitely, he’s super clingy when you’re alone

imagine you guys are cuddling and he’s all over you. being super clingy, doesn’t want you to get up, and he nuzzles into your neck placing soft kisses all over you when your damned white hair teacher and yuuji come inside your room, “y/n!!!! where are you!!” and is met with the sight of megumi cuddling all over you nuzzled into your neck while you’re just rubbing his back and on your phone.

the amount of embarrassment he gets flushed to his face appears because he knows he will be teased. he’s not embarrassed of you though, he’s so proud of you.

your relationship probably wasn’t even known to them until now because of how little PDA megumi gives you.

GETO SUGURU —

suguru is always said to be a bully but i think he’s super nice!

he loves you so much!! you’re his baby.

suguru always makes sure that you’re loved and fed. he can’t have his love feel insecure or left hungry.

suguru probably tells satoru all about you. suguru loves you so much. suguru wants to give you the world.

suguru is such a soft man. he wants to show any of his interests to you. he loves art! he loves showing his art to you.

suguru loves to hug you. i mean, he isn’t the PDA guy but in private, he definitely is. he loves you!

the most he’ll do in public is kiss your cheeks. he’ll hold your hand!

suguru is such a love bug while you’re alone. he just wants to cuddle his lover all day.

his favorite thing is to cook with you. you’re definitely a better cook than him but he can cook as well. he just prefers your cooking over his.

suguru will always protect you from danger. you’ll never have to worry your pretty mind.

— INUMAKI TOGE

toge such a cute lover, because he can’t talk, he shows it in his actions and small notes

oh how much this boy loves you. he loves to cuddle into your chest and just love on you.

he loves to kiss your neck and cheek.

he loves holding hands!

he’s definitely a PDA person. he’ll wear hickeys proudly, he’ll let lipstick stains stay all over his face.

toge lives for your love. he just wants to be around you.

toge loves to cuddle and give you notes

oh my gosh, he’ll leave small notes in your pockets and around campus for you to find.

one note said, “i love how pretty you look right now. i’m getting flustered by your beauty.” you keep all his notes in a box. you love this man so much.

toge such an amazing lover, he loves how cute you are. he can’t help but love all over you.

toge sleeps in with you, he’ll sneak into your room and just sleep with you.

oh you both are menaces. you both love trolling everyone. gojo is best because he knows but he’ll let it happen and it’s still funny. but getting yuuji is hilarious. yuuji always has the best reactions. you love to tease the younger boy.

toge just loves how you are. he loves how cute you are! he loves your hair, your lips, eyes, cheeks, everything about you. he’s so in love.

toge is lovesick. oh he’s so clingy too. when he’s away for a mission, he ends up finding you in your room and just plops on top of you. gosh he’s so lonely without you. he missed you so much..

toge is such a cute lover and the way he shows it is so adorable.

ZENIN MAI —

mai is a big tsundere. she loves you but she hates showing it. she wished maki was with her still, she’s super insecure about herself but she love you so much!!

mai is super soft whenever you’re both going to bed. mai will cuddle into your chest because she seeks your warmth and comfort.

mai will act super cold to you in public. she hates when maki can know her weakness. she hates it so much.

mai will hug on you, kiss your cheek, and just hold you when you’re alone. oh she’s so lovesick.

mai is such a flirt too! she’s always trying to make you blush.

she loves your soft skin. she loves to cuddle you and nuzzle herself onto you.

mai absolutely loves you so much. she just so soft for you. she hates that she has a bad relationship with her sister.

you try to help maki and mai get along but it only goes so far until you have to take mai away.

mai is so protective of you, she just hates when other people touch you. she hates when that stupid white haired teacher teases you all the time. unfortunately you are close with him from being friends with megumi.

— ZENIN MAKI

maki is also like her sister. she’s super protective and a tsundere.

maki never hides you. she’s so proud to have you as her’s. she will flaunt you around. oh but does she hate that white hair idiot being around when you’re together.

maki is always cuddling you. she’s definitely a big spoon but will be a little spoon too.

maki loves to kiss you but she doesn’t do too much pda. she’ll kiss your cheek in public though!

maki somehow always gets caught kissing your lips by panda and toge. somehow gojo is there too?

maki is always embarrassed when caught because it’s when she’s super vulnerable.

you’re best friends with yuta and maki loves that! she respects yuta a lot.

you three came as a trio but now yuta is overseas and maki and you are alone without him! but now you and maki are dating!

maki just loves you so much. she wants to be around you all the time. maki just thinks you’re adorable. she just loves to see you.

maki also loves to tease you. she’s a big flirt like mai. whenever you’re all flustered and hiding your face from her, she can’t help but laugh at you.

maki is such a cute lover. she loves to buy you small gifts and hug you. she loves spending time with you.

maki is such a good lover, she loves to take care of you and love you :(

#jjk headcanons #jjk #jjk nanami #jjk megumi #jjk geto #jjk mai #jjk maki #jjk x reader #geto suguru #nanami kento #megumi fushiguro #mai zenin #maki zenin #romance #fluff #anime #jujutsu kaisen #x reader #megumi x reader #suguru x reader #nanami x reader #mai x reader #maki x reader #sfw #toge inumaki x reader #toge #inumaki #jujutsu kaisen inumaki #inumaki toge #inumaki drabbles

[sabo-has-my-heart]

*Rolling on the floor blushing* I'm not sure if you remember me but I'm the one requesting the turn back in time fics.

This time may I get a traditional Valentines Day trope between Ace and fem! Reader where Ace is the famous boy at school and reader is like the typical strict girl type that doesn't like Ace, while the others are all charmed by him.

Ace has a big crush on reader and is secretly hoping to receive something from reader. Reader is giving him a friend chocolate only (Giri type) and has a batch of failed Honmei choco in her bag. When giving Ace the Giri choco, Ace notices the Honmei and thought Reader has a crush on someone else.

A heartbroken with a fluff ending is probably what I'm looking for, but feel free to change anything to make it more comfortable for you to write. Thank you and keep up the great work!!

So I've actually been kind of looking forward to writing this one, I do my best to write requests in the order that they're received, so I was really happy to finally get to this one. Also, there are some fics that I love the idea and some fics that just turn out beautifully in my opinion, the stars aligned and this was both. Thank you for sending this in (as well as the turn back time fic, I absolutely adored writing that)

Warnings: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1810

     You glared down at the misshapen chocolates in irritation. You got some of the best grades in the school, you were smart, you studied hard, and you worked hard, how could you not make a simple batch of Honmei?! Pouring the chocolates into another cute bag, you quickly wrapped them. Who were you even going to give them to? You had a few friends but you weren’t crushing on any of them. There were other smart or hard working students, but they didn’t really interest you either… him, maybe? No! No, you didn’t have a crush! So why’d you worked so hard on these?! You… you must have stayed up too late studying! Yeah, that’s it, you’d stayed up too late and were sleep deprived, people made all sorts of mistakes when they were sleep deprived!

     Ace held another bag of chocolate to be stuffed in his locker, brow furrowing at the large number already inside. Would he even be able to fit anymore inside? Bag after bag of Honmei, girls confessing their feelings for him. He really needed a bigger locker. As the most popular boy in school, it didn’t surprise him. He was attractive, charismatic, fun, the kind of guy all the girls seemed to want. Well, all but one. A studious girl, often kept her hair pulled back to keep it out of her face, plain clothing, and nose often found in a book. Someone almost nobody paid attention to. You’d first grabbed his attention on one of the few mornings he’d been early and you’d been late. It was rare, but the stars seemed to have aligned that day. Seeing you running down the street, hair tie in your mouth, pulling your hair back as you ran. You’d had to drop your hair in favor of catching your bag which had fallen off your shoulder. His heart had skipped a beat. You looked beautiful with your hair down and slightly disheveled. He’d started paying more attention to you after that. It helped that his ever studious brother knew you. He fell for you. Hard.

     Standing in front of Ace, you held out a package of Giri, the boy tentatively taking the bag. Giri… friend chocolate… his heart caught in his throat.

     “Thanks, Y/n, but what’s this for?” he asked, as if he had no idea why someone like you would give him chocolate. It was kind of true. You were studious, he goofed off, you were quiet, he was loud, you were barely noticed, he was the school’s superstar. 

     “You’re Sabo’s brother. It’s only right.” you said, looking at the floor. You never could look him in the eye. Right. You were friends with his brother. The two of you had worked on a project together, your combined intelligence meaning that even the teacher couldn’t keep up. You’d, understandably, received the best grade, “Thinking of Sabo, have you seen him? I have some for him too.” you said, opening your bag to dig out the chocolates you had for him. Seeing the 3 bags of Honmei, Ace’s heart went from his throat to the pit of his stomach. Three Honmei… three Honmei! And you were looking for his brother? Ace turned away, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

     “Not since this morning. I gotta go. Thanks for the chocolate.” Ace said coldly, walking away from you, heartbroken. Sighing, you held another package of Giri, Ace hadn’t seen his brother, meaning you’d have to track the boy down yourself to give him the Giri you’d gotten for him. 

     It took some time, but you eventually tracked Sabo down, handing him the chocolate, the boy immediately popping one into his mouth.

     “Thanks, Y/n. You always know where to buy the best chocolate.” Sabo said with a smile.

     “Yeah, wish I could have made them though.” you said with a small huff, confusing the boy.

     “Make them? Why? They’re friend chocolate. It’s not Honmei.” Sabo said with a shrug. You just shook your head, digging in your bag.

     “You’re a good friend of mine. Of course I’d like to make them myself.” you said with a small smile.

     “Well, have you ever tried? You’re pretty cool, I bet they’d turn out great.” Sabo said with a grin. Shaking your head, you pulled out one of the bags of Honmei.

     “This was my third batch, the first two were even worse. I got the taste on this one right, but they just…” you trailed off as Sabo looked closely at the chocolate. Grabbing one of the things of Honmei from your bag, he opened it and tried one. His brow furrowed, looking down at the chocolate. They tasted fine to him. They looked lumpy and misshapen and they weren’t professional chocolate level kind of taste, but they were fine.

     “If this is ‘bad’ then I’d really like to see what you consider a success.” Sabo said, grabbing another and eating it. You looked at him in disbelief, he liked them? Taking the other bag from you, he opened it and tried the chocolate inside, his eyes lighting up.

     “Y/n, these are amazing! Who cares what they look like! Alright, who’s the lucky guy?” Sabo asked, looking at you eagerly.

     From his spot around the corner, Ace’s heart shattered further. Sabo had tried two of the things of your Honmei. He’d snagged one after you’d offered him the other. Now the look on his brother’s face after trying the one you’d first given him… he couldn’t hear your conversation, but seeing his brother’s face, he didn’t need to… you liked him and he liked you back. He quickly left, not wanting to watch as his brother got the girl he’d dreamed of. His beautiful little smart girl. 

     Sabo looked at you stunned, his brother? You’d made them for his brother? And three batches?!

     “Y/n, come on! You’ve got to be kidding me! You gave him Giri because you thought these weren’t good enough? You know my brother doesn’t give a shit! They could taste like hell and look like…” Sabo looked away for a moment, “He’d still love them though! He’s a bottomless pit! He’d devour them!” Sabo said excitedly, quickly tying the bags back up before stuffing them back in your bag.

     “Shut up! I only just realized I feel that way about him, alright! Of course I gave him Giri instead of these!” you protested, looking away in embarrassment. 

     “Well then go fucking find him! Tell him you meant to give him these! Tell him… tell him you were too shy at first! Yeah! Just, give them to him before some other girl gets him!” Sabo said, pushing you out the door before you could protest. Sighing, you looked down at the bags of chocolate in your school bag. Did Sabo have a point? Maybe it was best if you did. Nervously, you looked for the boy, smiling slightly when you found him on the rooftop between classes. He was always either in the cafeteria or on the roof. He currently had his back leaning against the fence, bags and bags of Honmei at his side, tossing chocolate off the roof piece by piece. You vaguely wondered how many chocolates were now on the ground. Walking up to the boy, you noticed the upset look on his face. To his other side was the Giri chocolate you’d given him, half gone. Maybe on the ground as well?

     “Ace? I uh, that’s a waste of perfectly good chocolate.” you said tentatively, watching as he threw another piece angrily.

     “What do you care? It’s not like any of them are from you so I’m not wasting anything you gave me.” he said bitterly, grabbing one of the Giri that you’d given him, eating it as he threw another chocolate, “the Honmei you made went to my brother, so it’s fine.” he said, making you tilt your head in confusion.

     “Why would you think I gave Honmei to Sabo? He’s my friend and I gave him some Giri, but I don’t feel like that towards him.” you said, Ace’s look of irritation turned to outright rage.

     “Don’t fucking lie to me. I saw you giving them to him, watched him try them. I hate liars.” he said, grabbing a handful of chocolate this time, pulling his arm back and giving them a strong swing. Looking at him, you couldn’t help but huff.

     “He was trying them for me before I gave them to the guy I actually like. I thought they weren’t good enough.” you said, pulling the bags out and showing them to him. Ace stopped, looking at the three little bags in your hands.

     “Who’s the lucky guy?” Ace asked, looking up at you, his heart still aching. Kneeling down next to him, you took out a cloth, cleaning the chocolate from his hand before placing the bags in his palm.

     “I was… scared. You get so many from the other girls. They’re misshapen and they don’t taste as good as I’d like them to. But… you don’t have to like them. You can throw them off the roof too, if you’d like. I just thought I’d let you know how I feel.” you said softly, looking down at your lap. Ace stared at you in shock for a moment before opening one to the bags. You closed your eyes, you didn’t want to watch him reject you, didn’t want to see the chocolate you’d worked so hard on be tossed off the roof.

     “They’re really good. I’m glad you gave them to me.” Ace said softly, making you look at them. He was already putting another piece of your strange looking confection in his mouth. All you could do was stare at him in surprise, he… liked them? He accepted them?

     “I uh, wanna help me get rid of these? The only ones I’m concerned with are the ones from you.” he said, gesturing to the Honmei from the other girls. You smiled softly, glancing at the chocolate.

     “Why don’t we find a better use that doesn’t involve littering? Chocolate isn’t good for animals.” you said, making him chuckle.

     “Then how about we go pick up what I already threw before we give these away. Help me out?” he asked, standing up and offering you his hand. You nodded, taking his hand and standing up. You didn’t want to let go of his hand, but he had a lot of chocolate to get rid of and he was going to need your help… maybe you could dump them on his brother, Luffy. The boy wouldn’t care what kind of chocolates they were, he’d demolish them in 5 minutes flat. You were just happy that the only chocolates he wanted, the only chocolates he was truly accepting were the ones from you. 

#one piece #one piece ace #portgas d. ace #fire fist ace #portgas d ace #ace x reader #fire fist ace x reader #portgas d ace x reader #op Ace #hiken no ace #hiken no ace x reader

[tatatatatara]

The special investigators when they were in CCG academy

Kuroiwa: the silent guy. Seems hard to understand at first but actually very reliable. People respect him for not even flinch at injuries and always carry people to the infirmary

Shinohara: the funny guy who always makes dirty jokes. Once sneaked adult magazine and alcohol in the class, it did not end well. The teachers think he's a troublemaker but the students love him. When he was not running around making troubles he would explain the lessons to anyone who came to him because he is patient and good at explanation and

Mougan: Sometimes refuse to go inside some places because "there's a malevolent spirit here". People begged him to do psychic stuffs like contacting someone who died and called him a liar when he refused. A true party goer, if there was a party you would see Mougan there. The lecturers asked him many times to not scream while firing weapons

Aura: the popular girl. She hold the record of "getting the most confession in one day" and "getting the most confession from both genders". She was so pretty some people suggested her to be in S2 squad or become a lecturer so there's less chance to be injured. She never speaks to them again. She has a friendly rivalry with Mado Kasuka and people loved seeing them compete against each other. When not competing they would rant about how CCG treats women, with Kiyoko swore that she would never get married and Kasuka said she would only marry someone in this line of work and fully respects her will.

Ui: "what's this rich pretty boy doing here?" "He will get killed the first day on battlefield" "I heard his family donated a large sum of money for CCG" Ui's academic life is full of rumors and doubt, which made him really upset at first. Until he learned that he could do better than most of those people lol. Got mistaked for a girl easily, refused to change his iconic bowl cut

Houji: the secret troublemaker. Unlike Shinohara who did everything publicly to gain attention from his fellow classmates, Houji took pride in messing things up without anyone notice because no one thought it was his handy work. He stayed in the dormitory of the academy and never returned home during holidays. People like him, he didn't have any friend.

Marude: he was in a biker gang and he was super proud of it. Confused about why he prefers looking at boys to girls. Talked a lot during lessons but he can answer every question perfectly. He was very good at shooting but not as much for heavy weapons due to his physical, which made him kinda jealous/mad at the buff, strong guys

Arima: Marude tried to make him go to the academy for one day. He was late and missed the first two periods and didn't know what to do so he just stand outside the class until people led him in. People surrounded him during lunchtime to ask if the rumors about him were true and caused a scene in the cafeteria. He was too good for the practical lessons but too far behind for the theory lessons (like "why should we calculate the RC regeneration rate? We just need to kill them fast"). He dropped out after 2 days.

#tokyo ghoul #houji kousuke #shinohara tokyo ghoul #mougan tanakamaru #kuroiwa iwao #aura kiyoko #arima kishou

[jamietarttdoooodooooo]

Back Together Again l The nobody (prologue)

Pairing : Jamie Tartt x f!reader

Word count: 693

Warnings: Under age drinking, little bit of language 

Summary: You are Ted Lassos' daughter. You have known Jamie seen ten years olds. One day you come to see your dad but inside you could because you miss Jamie. You join the AFC Richmond team and realize that you have fallen in love with your best friend.

A/N: This is my first time ever writing. I hope you enjoy and hope to continue this story.

You were Ted Lasso’s daughter now one knew you were his daughter. Well besides Rebecca Welton and your best friend.

 Your mom had you at a young age of course your mom was Michelle. Your mom had you by actented. This happened by of course meeting Ted, she was drunk and under age. My dad was just helpless and you probably know what happened from there.

You loved to play football, you started when you were five. Your parents didn’t care about you one single bit. They would never stay at your matches, they would just drop you off and come back two hours after the match was already done.

You meant nothing to your parents, you were just kind of there.

When you were ten your teachers told your parents you needed to go to Manchester for school because you were “too smart.” 

So your parents sent you off to Manchester. You meant a boy named Jamie Tartt. He taught you everything you needed to know. Cussing was one of the biggest things he taught you.

Especially kissing, out of all the things you learned you always told people that. You never kissed him, EW! He made you kiss a pillow, seat, and mirror just to learn. One day he did make you kiss your crush. Really you just wanted to kiss your crush and just blamed him for making you do it.

Then you were about to start middle school and your parents wanted you back.

Really the only reason they wanted you back is because they wanted you to see your baby brother Henry.

Henry followed you everywhere and even still he follows me. We still share rooms, he always has to buy me or else he will start crying.

Through everything Jamie and you were best freakin friends. You would go to football camp every year with Jamie for the summer. You would call him sometimes.

You got to college finally. Your brother still didn’t leave your side. You played football all through college and your dad still didn’t know one thing about it.

Ted and you became closer when you came back from Manchester. Hang out, play darts, and maybe even try to teach him to play football.

You went to England for one of your matches. After the game you were met with Rebecca Welton in front of you.

“Hi, my name is Rebecca. My husband is the owner of AFC Richmond. Tell me to come and ask you if you want to play for the team after college.” You just smiled at her. “But I am a girl,” you said. She nodded her head “That doesn't matter, so yes or no.” “I will love too” I said without even asking anyone.

I never did go to Richmond though my mom kept me home.

Soon after I found out my dad was going to couch there. I wanted to go so bad but never did.

I found out Jamie was going to play there for a little bit. My mom and Henry went to go visit my dad. I didn’t want to go.

I haven’t seen Jamie sense college. Which was only one year, you still called him every week. I was just scared to go also because I ever showed up to play there. Yet you still had Rebecca’s number and talked to her once in a while.

Jamie did leave to go to a reality tv show. He did come back.

That was your chance, the moment you saw him in his first match back. You had to come see him, come see your dad, and finally play football for AFC Richmond and didn’t care what your mom said. 

#jamie tartt #jamie tartt x f!reader #ted lasso fic #ted lasso #jamie tartt x reader

[kirisslut]

—He's a Fuckboy w/ Eijirou Kirishima

—Cw: fuckboy!kirishima, soft dom kirishima, afab!reader, minor degradation, praise, minimal aftercare, oral (m and f recieving) , fingering, virgin!reader, virginity loss, porn with plot, UNEDITED

—Summary: Everybody says Eijirou Kirishima is a no good fuck boy, but you just cant stay away

—Author's Note: Im really proud of this so I hope y'all like it- - JJ <3

—Please keep in mind that you must be 15+ to read this piece, thank you <3

Eijirou Kirishima had a different reputation depending on who you asked. Some people said that he was the sweetest boy they’d ever met, and others would say he’s the devil in disguise. You had a hard time believing the second one though. He had the sweetest smile ever and he was so nice to everyone. He always helped people pick up their things if they dropped them, lent them money if they didn’t have any for lunch, helped people out with their work in class, always helped clean up messes so the janitor didn’t have to, and he even lent a girl his hoodie once when her shirt got wet. There was no way he was as evil as some people claimed, he was just a big sweetheart. Or at least that’s what you told yourself when you drew your initials with his inside of a heart on the edge of your notebook pages.

In reality, he was the biggest fuckboy ever, most people were just too stupid to see it at first because of how sweet he was. But he wasn’t your typical “call you up at 2 in the morning and ask to come over” fuckboy, he was a “buy you dinner, take you back to your place and fuck your brains out, sneak out in the middle of the night, then never talk to you again” fuckboy. Which is honestly worse than the first one. 

But Eijirou knew it would get him what he wanted way easier than if he was just a straight up douchebag constantly. 

You’d only ever talked to him a couple times, once in gym when you were on a team together, and a couple times in class when you needed help and the teacher was busy. You didn’t even think he noticed you, but he did. When you were too busy drawing in your notebook or paying attention to the teacher, he was staring right at you. He thought you were adorable. But not adorable in an “aww I wanna make you laugh” way, no he thought you were adorable in a “i want to make you squirt on my cock until you’re sobbing” way. And that’s exactly what he decided that he wanted to do with you.

During lunch, you were sitting with a few of your friends in the library, talking while you were eating. You heard the library door open and saw Kirishima enter, immediately wondering what he was doing there. Kirishima never came into the library during lunch, you would’ve noticed if he had before. To your surprise, he walked right up to your table, and sat down beside you, giving you a smile, “Hi sweetheart, I don’t mean to intrude on your lunch, but, I think you’re cute and I wanted to know if you wanted to go out with me later tonight? We could get dinner at that new restaurant.”

You struggled to find words, your face entirely red as you stared at him. He kept that smile on his face, and finally you replied, “S-Sure.”

His smile grew wider, “Great I’m glad you want to, sweetheart! I’ll pick you up at six, text me your address.” He slipped you a piece of paper with his number on it, and stood up, “Well, I gotta get going now, but I’ll see you later tonight.” Eijirou stood up, smiled at you then your friends then left.

As soon as he left, your friends were freaking out to you. Some asking questions and others talking about how hot he was and what a good opportunity this would be for you. You were looking at the piece of paper, which had his number along with a note that said “wear red, it’s my favorite ♡”. You smiled to yourself and started to think about what you were going to wear.

Later that night, around five, you were in your room, trying to decide what you were going to wear. You had two red dresses and a nice red shirt. One dress was very tight fitting, the material was soft and stretchy, it went to about mid-thigh with spaghetti straps and a neckline that went down so you could see some cleavage. The other dress was more formal, with a lace skirt that went down to about mid-calf and longer, lacey sleeves, and a neckline that showed no cleavage. The shirt was a v-neck crop top, with a drawstring in the middle and short sleeves. After having no luck deciding, you grabbed your phone. You had already texted Kirishima and texted him your address so you clicked on his contact and texted him again

You: i can’t decide what to wear :( option 1, 2, or 3?

Kiri <3: 1!!!

You: alright thank you :)

Kiri <3: np, sweet girl

You blushed at his message and sat the phone down, putting on the tight fitting red dress. You put on some thigh highs, and did your makeup before checking the time. Kirishima should be there in just a few minutes. You slipped on some heels, before grabbing your phone and waiting by the door. Eventually he pulled up and got out. He looked gorgeous, he was just dressed in a dress shirt and some nice pants but he looked great. He pulled his hair back into a small ponytail and the material of the shirt stretched out around his muscles. 

Kirishima rang the doorbell and you waited a few seconds to open it, trying not to seem desperate, even though you very much were. He smiled at you as soon as you opened it, "Hey pretty girl, you look great."

You blushed and looked away, mumbling, "Thank you, you look great too."

"Thank you, sugar. Here I got you these!" He held a bouquet of your favorite flowers out to you and you smiled, taking them. You took them inside before coming back, holding your little wallet/purse in your hands. Kirishima looked at it, "Oh you won't need that, sweetheart. I'll be paying."

"Oh that's really not nec-"

"Of course it is, just let me take care of you, alright?" He flashed you another smile and it took everything in you not to melt on the spot. The power he had over you was unbelievable. 

"O-okay," you said, nervously, blushing onge again. You set your wallet inside and came back out, locking the door behind you. Kirishima smiled and held out his arm for you.

You hesitantly linked arms with him as he led you to his car. He opened your door for you and made sure you were in before shutting the door and getting in the driver's side.

The rest of the night went perfectly. He was the perfect gentleman, calling you pretty, respecting your space, making sure you got enough to eat, getting the waiter whenever you needed anything. You were firm in your belief that he was most definitely not a fuck boy.

Finally, after the perfect night. You two were parked in your driveway, talking. 

"Thank you for tonight, it was perfect," you said, with a smile. Kirishima smiled back and set a hand on your lower thigh, gently squeezing.

"No thank you, sugar. You're the reason it was so perfect."

You blushed and looked at his hand on your thigh for a few seconds, "U-um…do you wanna come in?"

"Oh, well is your dad okay with that?" He asked.

"Oh, my dad isn't home this week, he's on a trip with my mom," you replied. Kirishima already knew that, he overheard you talking to your friend about it. It was part of the reason he picked this week to ask you out.

Kirishima refrained from smirking, "Okay, sweetheart, sure then." He smiled and got out, opening your door for you. You got out and you two went inside. 

After a couple of awkward interactions, you two ended up sitting up against your headboard, watching a Netflix movie together. Kirishima’s arm was wrapped around your waist, gently massaging your hip.

You wanted him to move it lower. With a sudden burst of confidence, you leaned up and went to kiss his cheek but he noticed and turned his head, your kiss landing on his lips. You blushed, looking at him with wide eyes, but you stayed committed, gently pressing your lips more into his. He cupped your cheek and kissed back. 

You had meant to pull away after a few seconds, but the taste of his lips were so addicting. They felt so soft and nice against yours, you just couldn't pull away. He pulled you closer by the hand on your hip and kept the kiss going. Eventually, he gently started nibbling at your bottom lip, drawing a couple small moans out of you. You were adorable.

His hand on your hip slid down to your thigh, gently going up underneath your dress. You moved closer and you stopped him, putting a hand on his chest, "W-wait I've never like-"

"Never what, sugar?" He asked, despite knowing exactly what you meant. 

"Y'know.." you trailed off, blushing once again. He smirked. Poor baby, you couldn't even say it

"Are you a virgin, pretty?" Kirishima asked and you nodded, looking away.

"B-but I wanna..w-with you," you stuttered and Kirishima smirked once again. He loved virgins, he wasn't sure exactly why. Maybe he just liked ruining people's innocence. Especially cute girls' like you.

"Okay, sweetheart, don't worry, I'll take good care of you. Just relax for me, okay? There's nothing to worry about," he said, tilting your head to the side with his hand before starting to kiss down your neck. His kisses were slow, gentle. He gently moved his hands up your body underneath your dress, making sure you weren't objecting before removing your dress completely. 

Your instinct was to immediately cover your chest but Kirishima stopped you, holding your wrists together in one of his hands, "None of that, sweetheart. You're so pretty, let me see you." He sucked a hickey into your neck, making you gasp. One of his hands moved up your side before cupping your breast, he moved the cup of your bra to the side and gently rolled one of your nipples between his fingers. You let out a couple quiet moans, as he did that, sucking another hickey into your neck at the same time. 

Eventually, he pushed you to the bed, and he looked down at you. You looked so pretty like this. He couldn't wait to fucking ruin you.

"How're we feeling, pretty? Am I doing a good job?" You nodded aggressively, making him smile and laugh a little, "You want more then?" After another aggressive nod, he was removing your bra, throwing it with your dress, wherever that was. He left kisses down your collarbone and chest, taking a moment to suck your nipples. The moans you let out while he was doing this were so pretty to him, he started to wonder if you could cum just from that. But he had work to do.

Kirishima eventually moved past your boobs, kissing down your stomach, he stopped at your panties, looking at the fabric. There was a wet spot on it and he smiled, "You're so wet already, huh, baby?"

You blushed, and looked away, embarrassed. Kirishima just chuckled and moved a hand up to in between your legs. He gently pushed them apart, and you sat up on your elbows, watching him. You were embarrassed but you wanted to be able to see what he was doing. He looked up at you, winking before starting to rub your clit with your thumb. You let out a small gasp, and a quiet, “O-oh.”

Kirishima smiled, “That feels good, right? Bet it feels so much better than when you’re just touching yourself. You just nodded and collapsed back onto your back, enjoying the pleasure that Kirishima was giving you. He watched your face, and enjoyed your small little moans, before going back in between your legs, he leaned forward and licked up your slit through your panties. Once again, you let out a small gasp, it felt oddly good like that. Kirishima stopped rubbing your clit, shushing you when you whined about how he stopped before hooking a finger in the band of your panties, “Can I take these off, pretty?”

“Y-yes sir,” you replied and Kirishima smirked.

“Sir? That what you wanna call me, honey?” He teased you, pulling your panties off. He licked his lips when he saw your glistening cunt. You were so wet from barely anything at all, and it looked so perfect he just wanted to eat you for hours upon hours. 

“M-maybe,” you replied, suddenly squeezing your thighs together, embarrassed at the tall man just staring at your pussy.

“Ah ah, no, sugar, show me how pretty you are,” he said, prying your legs apart with his large hands. He had really big hands, they nearly covered the entire top of your thighs. You blushed at the thought of his fingers being inside of you. You whined, embarassed against but Kirishima gently shushed you, he had work to do. He leaned in and experementally licked a stripe up your pussy.

The gasp and moan you let out this time was much louder than the previous ones. That felt good. Really good. So good that you couldn’t help but beg for more and more, “P-please, sir, more. Need more. That f-felt good, please-”

Kirishima laughed, “Aww that’s so cute, pretty, barely even touched you and you’re begging for more.” But he listened, repeating that action a couple times and drinking up your pretty moans. Soon enough, he was sucking in your clit, flicking his tongue over it. You moved your hands to his hair and tugged on it lightly, and he let out a little pleased groan. Kirishima loved having his hair pulled. Your moans progressively grew louder as he sucked on your clit before finally you mumbled, “Almost t-there, sir, please.”

He mumbled, never stopping his actions, “Cum all over my face, sugar.” And like the good baby you were, you listened. Kirishima slowly stopped with your clit, looking up at you, “Bet that felt good, right?” You nodded and he smiled, “Mmm, I got a question, pretty.”

“W-what is it?” You asked, wondering what he had to ask.

“You wanna suck my dick, sweetheart?”

Once again, not to anyone’s surprise, you blushed again. After a moment of contemplation, you hesitantly nodded, “N-never done it b-before though, dunno if ‘m any g-good.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll do just fine, honey. No worries, get on your knees on the floor, baby.” You listened, getting up and getting on your knees. Eijirou stood in front of you, and god did he look hot from this angle. He thought you looked pretty hot too, your sin filled eyes just staring up at him. It was honestly adorable, “You ready, pretty?”

You eagerly nodded, moving your eyes to his pants. They widened slightly at the noticeable bulge…why was it so big? Are dicks supposed to be that big? Or is it just the pants? Was that gonna hurt? Would it even fit in your mouth?

Your mind raced with questions as he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, and it definitely wasn’t the pants. It was huge. Your eyes widened even more and Kirishima chuckled again at the look on your face. You gulped a little, “Is- is it supposed to be that big?”

“Well, I’m a little above average, but you can take it, can’t you?”

“I c-can try,” you replied, looking back at it. It was long and thick, the tip was red with precum leaking from it and a couple large veins on the underside of it. Kirishima smiled.

“Thank you, pretty. Now stick on your tongue,” Kirishima instructed you and you did so. He gently sat his dick on your tongue, “Okay, now take it into your mouth, go as slow as you need to. And don’t scrape your teeth on it either.” You slowly started taking him into your mouth, doing your best to avoid scraping it with your teeth. It hurt your jaw and mouth to open that big, but you wanted to make him feel good so you continued. It took a while but finally you took all of him into your mouth and throat. You stared up at him, eyes wide, full of tears, “Good slut.” That made you clench your thighs together, you weren’t sure why, but you liked being called that. Kirishima noticed and smiled, but made no comment. He wanted to cum.

“Now just bob your head,” he gripped your hand and gently guided your head up and down his cock, shushing you when you gagged. Soon enough you were sucking him off a pretty fast pace, tears running down your face as you made him moan, “Fuck, good whore. My good little whore. You’re so good at this, making me feel so good.” He groaned, and you felt his dick twitch in your throat, “I need to cum, sugar, gonna cum down that pretty throat, and you’re gonna swallow every single drop.” He forced your head down his dick, making you gag on it as he came down your throat. You tried your best to swallow all of it but you were coughing when he pulled out, so you missed a few drops. Kirishima gently ran a hand through your hair, “That’s it baby, you did such a good job.” 

He then lifted you up by picking you up from under your thighs and sat you on the bed, getting on it with you. Kirishima pushed you down to the bed by your shoulders, making sure your head landed on a couple pillows, he wanted you to be comfy while he ruined you on his fat cock. He pushed your legs open, “I’m going to finger you before I fuck you, okay, sugar? I’m a little big for your first time so I want to make sure your stretched out properly.” You nodded and Kirishima smiled before pushing one of his massive fingers inside of you. Even that stretched you a noticable amount. It wasn’t painful, it felt good. He gently pumped that finger in and out of you and eventually slowly added another. This stung a little, but he calmed you down when you whined, “Shh, shh, it’s okay, sweetheart. You’ll get used to it in a second. Just enjoy it.” He rubbed your clit with his thumb as a bit of a distraction, and he enjoyed all your cute little moans. After you were stretched enough, he added a third finger. This stung even more but he was so gentle and sweet about it that you barely even whimpered or whined. He could feel your cunt clenching around his fingers and he knew exactly what was coming, “Make a mess for me, honey.” And that’s exactly what you did, you came around his fingers with a moan, your hands gripping your pillow.

Kirishima slowed to a stop, pulling his fingers out before holding them up to your lips, “Taste yourself, pretty. You taste so good.” You hesitated but took his two fingers into your mouth, moaning a little at the feeling of them like that. He was right, you did taste good. You kept sucking his fingers, moving your tongue in between his fingers, which he smiled at. You were learning well.

Eventually he pulled them out, shushing you when you started to complain, “Okay, sweetheart, this is gonna sting but you can take it, right? You’re my good slut?” You nodded and he smiled, lining himself up with your hole. He gripped your hips, watching your face as he slowly pushed in. You gasped as soon as he started. It hurt, bad, even just the very tip was big. Tears immediately rushed to your eyes but Kirishima kept pushing, slowly, but he kept pushing. He shushed your whines, “Shhh, it’s okay, sugar. You just gotta get used to the stretch.” He cupped your cheeks and wiped the tears as they fell, “Take it like a good baby, you can do it.” He continued comforting you, wiping your tears and cooing to you, comforting you. Eventually when you finally got used to his size, he pulled out a bit before pushing back in. He continued, setting a medium pace, making sure he hit deep. The moans you let out were heavenly, he could tell you were feeling good. 

“That’s it, pretty, taking me so well,” he moved a hand and rubbed your clit, “That’s it, I can feel you squeezing me so tight. This is the best pussy I’ve ever had.” And he wasn’t lying to you. He’s fucked so many girls before, and by far, you were the cutest, with the cutest pussy ever. You were too fucked out to process what he said though. Your eyes were rolling back, tongue starting to fall out of your mouth. Kirishima just let out a small chuckle, “Feeling too good to respond, huh?” But as he just said, you were.

He was hitting directly on your g-spot and that paired with it being your first time and him rubbing your clit, you were basically brain dead. You couldn’t even tell him you were close, but that’s okay, he could tell, “You’re clenching around me, sugar. You gonna cum? Huh? Gonna make a mess on my cock? Go ahead, whore. Cum on daddy’s cock.” That was what was did it for you, and in mere seconds you were cumming around his cock. He let out a loud moan, his cock twitching inside of you at the feeling of your walls fluttering around him, “Fuck, sweetie. I’m gonna cum. Gonna fill you up, your pussy’s gonna be dripping with my cum.” He gripped your hips tight and came inside of you, both of you letting out the prettiest moans as he did so. He pulled out, his cum leaking out of your pussy. He chuckled and went to push it back in, as he did so you whined.

“Okay okay, fine, you’ve had enough, huh?” he leaned forward and pressed his lips to your forehead, “I’ll get you cleaned up then we can cuddle, yeah?” He left and came back, cleaning you up with a cloth before cleaning himself up, then getting in bed with you, pulling you to his chest. He kissed your forehead, “You did so good for me, baby.” You smiled dumbly and drifted off to sleep on his chest.

The next morning when you woke up, he was gone. No indication that he was ever there, aside from a note on your nightstand that said, “Text me and we can do that again sometime ;)” You were a bit disappointed that he left, but you would definitely be taking him up on his offer of doing it again sometime. Everyone was right, he was a fuck boy, but damn was he a hot one.

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[animeficsworld]

Opposites Attract

Aizawa Shouta x Reader

The two of you were so different.

Shouta was quiet and reserved while you were loud and outgoing. He hated to go out, you loved it.

He was a teacher while you worked for a big company, going from meeting to meeting while he slept in class.

And although you loved going out, and meeting new people, you loved Shouta more.

He was grumpy from time to time, he was lazy but at the same time, he was your everything.

When he announced that he will need to live with his students, you knew it would affect your life and marriage greatly.

You wanted to go with him, live with him at the school, but he couldn't agree.

Your house was close to your job, and he would never ask you to move out.

So, you stayed, but you started to miss him.

You missed your husband greatly. He wasn't there anymore when you arrived home. He wasn't rolling his eyes when you ordered food instead of letting him cook. He wasn't there to hold you during the nights.

You missed your husband greatly. He wasn't there anymore when you arrived home. He wasn't rolling his eyes when you ordered food instead of letting him cook. He wasn't there to hold you during the nights.

The two of you did meet a couple times and went on a couple dates, where you were able to tell him about your day and he did the same.

But it wasn't the same, you missed him every time you went home and he wasn't there. Even if you called him in the middle of the day, you just missed your husband.

What you ended up doing is that you decided to go to the principals office and ask if you could stay with Shouta in the school.

You were surprised to find out that the principle was actually really happy about your request, and you were allowed to move in within the next few days, now you just had to tell your husband.

But you decided that instead of telling him about it you're just going to surprise him. So after making sure that your home was secure, you left headed to your car and off to the school you went.

You stopped in front of the building which held all of the students from his class, 1-A.

You heard voices coming from inside, kids talking and you smiled before you got your bags and headed for the door.

You knocked on the door and a kind brown-haired girl opened it for you.

She smiled at you.

"Hi, my name is Aizawa Y/N. Is my husband here?" you asked her as she let you inside, you saw all the kids in there, all looking at you. "I asked the Principal, he allowed me to live here with all of you."

"Miss!" a boy ran up to you, you assumed he was Iida, you heard about him before. "It's nice to meet you! My name is Iida Tenya. Let me give you a quick tour."

"Oh, it's okay, I rather meet everyone." you put your bags down and looked around, they all started to walk over to you, introducing themselves and their quirks. They all mentioned how weird it was that their usually stoick and lazy teacher had you as a wife.

You noticed just how exepctional they all were. You were sitting at the table, still talking when the front door opened.

"I hope you all are already in bed." he stopped in his tracks as he saw you sitting at the table surrounded by the kids.

"Hi, Shouta."

"Y/N...what are you doing here?"

"I'm moving in. I asked the Principal who said yes. So, I'm meeting my new roommates."

You could tell he was happy. He didn't show it to his class, but you saw his eyes, you know him.

Soon, you two moved to your new bedroom.

"Oh, you even have a balcony! How nice." you said taking a look out when he came behind you and hugged you, with his head in the crook of your neck.

"I missed you."

"So did I, that's why I decided to move here. I couldn't sleep without you, Shouta."

He was a very affectionate and gentle person, mainly in private, as he liked to keep these kind of things to himself, but you appreciated it none the less.

Little did you know at the time, that it now only began, your life with class 1-A was only about to begin. And all it took was for the to realize just how good of a cook you were.

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You are Eddie Munson. You wake up late every morning and groan at your alarm signalling another goddamn day at the school you've outgrown. You pull on whatever clothes you can find that smell good enough before you remember it's hellfire tonight and search through your closet to find one of the five you own. It should be easier, shouldn't it? Given that they're the only shirts you own that aren't almost completely black but damn are they evasive. You storm out your room to the living room and before you can open your mouth your uncle is throwing the shirt across the room to you.

"You left it on the couch, I gave it a wash." He says. He's still wearing his work clothes, he just got in. "You ought to let me do some more of your laundry boy."

"Not a chance Wayne, you don't want to go rifling through my stuff you'd have a heart attack." You say.

"I can avert my eyes from any girly mags you have, I used to share a room with my brother I've seen it all."

"Ew." You say. "May I remind you that brother is my father." And you don't correct him about the girly mags because, well maybe he's not completely wrong. Those fantasy erotic graphic novels do focus heavily on the female characters. But it's the male characters you look at, when you are looking at all. And you know your uncle wouldn't judge, heck you've even heard him say as much about the young guy he works with, "Queer as a $3 bill" he said "But a hard worker and a nice kid. So I make sure the guys don't give him any stick, god knows he gets it back home." But you lost enough parents as it is, so you hedge your bets and stay closeted. For now at least. Besides you have school and you're late and you're finishing the curse of fucking vecna campaign tonight so you have a few other things on your mind.

School is soul crushing, of course. But you're grateful for at least one thing, Steve Harrington doesn't go there any more, and your planet sized crush had left with him. So it's just Jason (the prick) and a couple teachers with a vendetta (okay maybe you didn't do the homework) to deal with.

You deal drugs, you always have. You think you'll never be able to touch that tin lunch box again. You don't even wonder how you'll pay off the supplier. Because a nice girl who needed help just fucking died on your ceiling and you didn't know what to do so you ran.

You hold a glass up to the neck of the guy you used to crush on. It's hard to remember liking someone when you're being hunted down by jocks and you're pretty sure a poltergeist snapped someone's neck in front of you.

Things get crazier but you manage to calm down. Like maybe this is all just an elaborate dnd campaign. And you can convince yourself of that for a while.

And the man you had a crush on rips a bat in two while shirtless and its your erotic fantasy novel come to life, and what you wouldn't give to be the busty underdressed lady in this fantasy. Except its not a fantasy, it's real, and people are dying and you see this man is sad behind those eyes. You see he is lonely but you know he would never look at you the way he looks at her. So you tell him, go get the girl Harrington. Because he deserves to be happy, even in and amongst this shit show. But you can't stop looking at him, and you can't stop yourself from flirting with him because Jesus fuck does he look hot in your vest. And you wonder if he noticed the pink triangle pin on the inside of the lapel, you wonder if he knows what it means. But he doesn't say anything.

Not until a week later, when you survive somehow, and are covered in scars, and the pretty boy comes to visit you in hospital.

"We match." He says, lifting up his shirt.

"Fingers crossed we don't get rabies." You reply.

"You sure you don't already have it?" He says, his hand furling your hair. "You look pretty rabid to me."

You almost lose it, almost forget how to talk, but then he's placing your vest, cleaned and ironed, gently on your lap. And he taps his finger over the front pocket. "You don't have to hide this from me." He says, when he moves his hand you see its the pink triangle pin. "Hide from anyone you want but...just know you dont have to hide from me."

You convince yourself it doesn't mean what you think it means. You tell yourself you are just being delusional. He's just an ally, that's probably what it is. He knows what it means and he's an ally. But you don't really believe that, and maybe it's hope talking but you don't. So you grab an old jacket from the very back of your wardrobe and you make sure it smells okay, maybe add some of your cologne to the collar, and you head over to Harringtons. You hold it in front of you. "A gift." You say. "You can cut off the sleeves too, if you want. Mod it anyway you want. I have some patches if you wanted any, for the inside or outside."

Steve seems delighted. "I've heard acid wash is really in." He say. "I don't know if I'd cut the sleeves but maybe I'll add some patches. What do you have?" and you hold out the patches in your hand. It's an obvious ploy, and Steve knows, his eyebrow quirking and a smirk forming he gives you a look. He picks up the bisexual flag one. "Maybe you can help me sew it on?" He says. And you're in his house, and soon you will be on his couch and then his bed, and while you're there you'll decide to throw out those old mags in your room. You'll have the real thing.

#steddie #eddie munson #stranger things #steve harrington #gay eddie munson #bisexual steve harrington #steddie ficlet

[brittlebutch]

Alright! So, that fic about that disastrous first day of school when Erin’s eight got me thinking: If Peg’s quietly enduring all that shit from the other moms to try to get her a good education, maybe she isn’t the only parent doing that. It’s possible Erin’s not the only kid who’s singled out for being “different,” and any other kid in a similar boat would probably reach out and try to make friends.

I started thinking about some solidarity happening in the aftermath of that, and I came up with a concept that you can absolutely take or leave: A physically disabled girl—I’ve been picturing, like, a limp—in Erin’s class/grade reaching out to make friends the next day, and the solidarity being instantaneous.

Again, there’s no pressure, feel free to take it or leave it—this plot bunny just wouldn’t leave me alone until I dropped it in your askbox, and (at least in my case, growing up) I feel like physically disabled/NT solidarity is a pretty common thing.

(And also the mental image of Erin bringing this kid home for a play date—and said kid immediately imprinting upon Hawkeye because A: he’s a cool, funny adult, and B: he’s like Erin, which means all three of them have a little in common—is both hilarious and fluffy as hell. Just—I could totally see him slowly amassing a gaggle of adoptive kids with every new friend Erin makes.)

—MASH!Anon

Oh love that; it's actually very similar to a fic that I was trying to write that never got done - Erin making friends with a young gay boy in her class when they're in 4th/5th grade; if i ever wind up circling back to finish that one, it would be So great to integrate this idea in there as well, since all of the fics in this series have been split up into 3s so far!

as a bonus i'll put in an exerpt of that WIP that i've dug out of an old notebook :3 (bullying tw tho)

[Context: Erin saw this boy being knocked around by some classmates and told her teacher, who broke it up, but the classmates shoved her into the mud as retaliation for 'trying to get them in trouble']

"Do you need help?" someone asks, and Erin freezes because she does not know if they are only waiting to be mean or not. She stays silent, and they sigh. "You do. Come on, I can get the mud out."

She doesn't really want to go with them, but she knows that the bathroom is the right next step anyway, so she follows, tense with anticipation for what they might spring on her.

But the boy only checks that the bathroom is empty before pulling her inside, turning on the sink, and examining the stains on her sleeves critically.

"It'll be easier if you take it off," he says, but Erin shakes her head fast. The last time someone asked her to take off her sweater so that they "could take a look at it", they had run off and hid it. The teacher said that maybe it was good that she took a break from it for a while, and only made the other kids give it back when Erin started crying so hard she almost made herself sick.

The boy shrugs, and pulls Erin over to stick her whole arm under the running water, carefully scrubbing at the fabric with his fingers, and it reminds Erin of Hakweye - the way he washes her sweater and his robe together in the sink, as gentle as possible to keep the fabric from all wearing out.

"I have to wash the mud outta my pants all the time when they push me," the boy explains suddenly, startling Erin with the sound of his voice. "My mom would get so mad if I let them all stain."

That's when Erin recognizes him. "You are the boy they were kicking," she says.

He winces - "Sorry," he mumbles. "Does it bother you that a homo's the one washing your clothes?"

Erin thinks of Hawkeye. "No," she says, but doesn't elaborate. She understands her parents' secret even more now, and this boy might be kind, and he might even be the same, but Erin doesn't know him enough to trust him. "My name is Erin," she adds belatedly.

"I'm Danny."

#mash!anon

[cholay-bhature]

#23 Pepsi & Pizza

‘Is that a graveyard?’ asks the girl.

It was indeed a graveyard directly in view from the balcony of the girl’s room. It is not exactly the girl’s room. It was her cousin's room. She was here to prepare for the university exam. Her village lacks resources like electricity, internet, and good teachers – so her father sent her to his brother’s house.

Here, she could get a better education. If selected, she could take a hostel or become PG somewhere. The girl has not taught that much yet. She just came here.

She will be staying with her cousin – who is exactly her age. They both were good friends. But this was the first time she visited her house – and she was surprised to see a graveyard too close to the home. She was not afraid, just shocked. In her village, graveyards were out of the village boundary.

‘Yes,’ cousin replied, ‘I will take you there if you like. I know the maintainer there.’ 

Girl laughed. She thought it was a joke. Or sarcasm. 

‘So what course are you try to take?’ cousins asked.

‘BA,Bsc, tbh any course will do.’

‘You don't have a choice.’

‘My choice is to study. To study what, it does not matter.’

‘That’s cool. But what would be the point of studying a random course.’

‘Well, I am not looking to make a career. I am going to get married.. So all i need is education and university life. It does not matter from where or how it come.’

‘Okay..’

‘You think my way of thinking is  incorrect.’

‘I think you should do what you like.’

‘But I don’t like anything with that kind of passion that I devote my life to it. Plus, I am doing whatever I like.. I am doing university.’

‘Okay.. let it be then… You can use my computer to find all the courses… find out the easy one.’

‘Thanks…’

With that, cousin turned off the light.

The next morning, when the girl woke up, her cousin was already out. Randomly, she went to the balcony to look out. She saw her cousin talking to a boy in the graveyard with a mug in her hand. The boy was dark and ugly. Her cousin was fair and pretty. The grayish background of the graveyard & the sun rays on the girl's face build the contrast of yellow flowers on the black wall. 

What is she doing there? Why is she inside the graveyard? Why is she talking to that ugly boy?

With so many questions in her mind, she went down to the hall. Where the rest of the family, her uncle, was having breakfast while aunt was in the kitchen.

‘Cousin is out?’ She said.. Without saying, she saw her in the graveyard. Maybe these people don’t know.

‘This is one thing we want to talk to you.’ Her uncle said. ‘If you don’t know, your cousin is in the graveyard, having breakfast with that boy.’

‘Oh.. so you know… but why?’

‘Our daughter is too attached with that gravedigger… can you try to break that friendship.. I am afraid he is trying to woo my girl and it might not bode well with our family reputation.. And yours too by extension.’ father said.

‘We cannot say directly anything to her.. We tried but she start fighting on his behalf.. And we tried.. It might make her against us if we pushed’ Mother added.

‘What can I do?’ Girl asked.

‘You can try to persuade her gradually.. Or even push her intor different direction.. Liek to different boy. Ofcourse tempoerarily.. This thing should break but.. Because it is horrible.’

‘I will try uncle.. I will do my best.. If my dad learn about this, she will call me back thinking she couldhave poor influence on me.’

Saying this, she begin to breakfast.

At the night, the girl asked the cousin about he boy.

‘That boy in the graveyard… is there something going on cousin.’

‘Huh… no.. did my father said anything?’

‘No.’

‘It’s okay .. I got it.. There is nothing between us.. He is my friend.’

‘But why he?’

‘Why not?’

‘It’s weird? There is no match between him and you?’ Girl said.

‘Maybe… But I like talking to him.. Spending time with him.. And his father is really sick. He don’t have mother…. What is the harm if I talk to him, or treat him like a regular person.’

‘He might get wrong ideas. And other people watch.. They may see you are too open with that boy.’

‘Yeah.. may be.. But he is not getting any ideas.. He is too reserved.. He only dig graves.. Cook food for father, all the time he care about him.. He does not have time for anything.’

‘Are you trying to be her mother? Is this going on?’

‘No.. is basic decency too conspirational to you?’

‘But you are not decent na.. You only talk to me nicely.. All the other cousins, are afraid of you. You are always rude.. And why this such good heart for that boy?’

‘I don't have to tell you..’ Cousin said.. And turned off the light.

‘Do you know how many cousins do you have? Do you even know the names of half of them?’

‘I don’t care..”

‘But you care about the gravedigger boy’ Girl said. 

Nobody spoke. It was night. Next morning, the cousin was again out. Girl saw her in the graveyard, with a mug.

She went down, took her tea-mug, exited the house and then entered the graveyard.

Cousin was not smiling anymore.. But with the brightest smile known to person, the girl said, ‘hey.. Can I join you?’

Cousin and boy saw each other. Cousin saw the girl. Boy was watching the girl.

‘She is my cousin.. Just moved here.’ Says the cousin.

‘Huh.. hello’ says the boy.

‘What you are talking?’ Girl said.

‘He was telling me about cricket match’ cousin said.

‘Yes.. The catch was amazing, but still the team lose.. May be need to replace our fast bowlers..’

‘Okay.. I don’t watch cricket.. So I don’t know.’ Said the girl, ‘What you do?’

‘Please give me a moment,’ says the cousin.. And then grabbed the arm of girl and took her back to home.

‘What is that?’ She asked.

‘Cannot I talk?’ Says the girl.

‘I know what you are doing? What is it with you and my parents and everyone know.. Cannot I talk to a boy who have no friends, no mother, no siblings, and his father is so sick he can die anytime. I am just being there… Why being kinds is so troubling everybody…?’

Saying all that, the cousin begins to cry, which goes against everything she knows about her cold, ruthless cousin – she is not the girl who cries, she is the one who makes other people cry. His thing has to stop. Father is right. The girl has come too close to the boy, and leaving the boy will hurt her. There has to be another strategy here.

The cousin left her alone in the room. That night, they did not talk. Around the night, the girl heard some noises… She opened her eyes and realized the gate of the balcony was open. She went to close the door, and there she found her cousin climbing down the balcony with the help of a rope made out of a bedsheet. 

Is she running away with that boy? But instead of screaming, she asks in shush voice: What are you doing, cousin? 

Cousin saw her and mouthed back: Coming back in 20 minutes… I feel something has happened. I am going to see the boy… 

And she was gone to the graveyard… 

When she did not come back for 2 hours, the girl went to her uncle-aunt. The uncle ran to the graveyard, bewildered and out of breath… behind him was the girl and aunt. They did not expect to find what they saw there.

The boy and cousin were sitting there, and near them lay his father.

Cousin saw her father and stood up between her father and the boy. ‘It’s not his mistake… He did not call me... I came here by myself... It is not what it might look like...  I felt weird, so I came here to check on him. His father was dead so I sat with him… please don't misunderstand dad.. Please help us please please please mom.. Please help us…’

Girl moved towards the cousin and hugged her… it’s okay, she said.. I will help… 

Then, father sat beside the boy and said, ‘Son, what happened?’

‘He was coughing hard for a long time, and then he stopped. I called out after some time, but there was no response. I checked, and he was dead.. And then she came. We are sitting here for 2 hours.. I don’t know what to do.’

In that moment, father realised that he is the same age as her daughter and deserve the same love and care, but there is no one to give that except her daughter. He felt proud of his upbringing, and ashamed of his father’s upbringing.

He wanted to take the boy home, but he refused to leave. The cousin refused to leave the boy. So mom and girl went to their home because there was nothing to do at that time of the night. Father stayed with them, but after some time he also left, thinking his house was in front of the graveyard so it’s fine, and he is not leaving them. In the morning, other people of the locality learn about the death and the preparation begins. The son of the grave digger dug his grave. The cousin went to her house and stayed on the balcony, watching the boy. Once everyone was out, she went to the graveyard again.

The girl saw them sitting near the freshly made grave, eating a pizza. There was Pepsi can near them. It was their first meal of the day. While uncle aunt and girl ate the food in their warm house, cousin was out with his friend, eating junk food. Somehow, the girl thought, that junk food is better than this food.

The night, the cousin refused to leave the boy alone, so the father made the boy come to his house. He stayed in her room.

After 2 nights, the cousin accepted to sleep at her house, if the parents never ask her to not to talk to the boy. Every now and then, girl used to see her cousin having pizza with the boy.

After 6 months, they were married, and there was absolutely no one present at their wedding. For the cousin, her family had forsaken her, and the boy had none. But at the night of the wedding, 5 people enter the graveyard. After 3 days, a child discovers them dead.

And they were sent to sleep in the same graveyard. After a month, the girl ordered pizza and a Pepsi and took it to their grave. Sitting there, she said, with tears in her eyes, ‘This for you, my good sister, and the boy you deeply loved.’

From the graveyard, a cousin’s voice came that only the girl heard. It said: I married him and gave my family and life for him, but my dear sister, there is nothing like that between us…

[rough-giant]

Could we have a post/short story about breeding a Black girl?

when it comes to breeding, all holes become one for me. before tinder, and grindr, my options were all in real life.

i was out clubbing with my friends, when i came across this gorgeous woman, almost 40. she was with her friends, all women, a healthy mixture of sizes and breasts. she caught my eye - tall, brilliant figure, a tight dress that didn't hide away her belly, and thick thighs, heels, legs for days.

i had my at-the-time-girlfriend with me, but that didn't stop me. it never did. I was a trophy, and telling everyone she was my girlfriend was a status symbol. I was young, dumb, and full of cum, as the saying goes, and told her you can tell everyone we are official, but unless you can take this cock five times a day, everyday, then i need more.

but that's for another time.

i could be big, but my face denoted my age - early 20s. we locked eyes a few times, i smiled at her, but she wasn't engaging at all. she was just there to have fun.

fuck, i wanted more than that. she had to be mine. my cock gets so focused on breeding it's all i can think about. it was the reason i never wear tight clothes, would be arrested every time i got out of the house.

i managed to get my group closer to hers, and tried to play it cool. until we were both close enough i could smell her. god, my cock was trying to break free at all costs.

she noticed that. because one of her friends pointed it to her.

next thing i know a drink is thrown against my face. and five security guards kick my ass out of the club.

fuck.

i stayed outside while my friends texted me they wouldn't be long. and the dawn was already rising. early as fuck.

and they came out ages after that, but just behind, the gorgeous woman i had my eyes on all night.

she saw me, as she was heading to her car, and called me a pervert. and i say something back to her, like she was too pretty, shit like that.

while i was hanging with my friends, i noticed the group of the other woman was still there too. and then i just couldn't stop staring at her. damn, too hot, too pretty. her womb was made just for my cock.

i took my jacket off. flexed my arms, showing her my guns. i enjoyed the attention, they let a "ahhhh" out. i put on a show

abs. pecs. everything. she was not convinced though.

i got near them. "thank you ladies."

"go away, you're just a kid," she said to my face.

that's when i saw the wedding ring.

"more of a man than most," i told her.

"doubt it. i already have a man, don't need a boy."

and her friends laughed. i put my shirt back on, and gave her a card with my number. "call me when you need to feel alive again."

two weeks gone by, i had forgotten all about her by now, when she rang. she wanted to "apologized" she said. good with me.

she told me to be at a mall nearby, for a coffee. damn, i don't do coffees usually.

i sat there waiting for her for one hour. but it was worth to wait.

she was beautiful, and sat down delicately. my cock reacted as soon as her scent reached me.

she apologized for throwing the drink at my face. she was a school teacher, and her behaviour was unacceptable. i had to stop her there.

you took off your wedding ring, i told her.

"forgot it at home."

i can be young, but trust me, you won't forget me.

"how are you so confident?" i remember her asking. and i grabbed her hand, "come" and took her to my car.

"where are you taking me?"

right here.

the darkness windows, and the empty car park was a risky move. also i took almost all space inside the damn car, but was still spacious enough to open her legs, and dive down on her pussy.

sweet mother of god.

we kissed, and make out. she was crazy. and went berserk when i gave her cunt full attention. her screams were louder than what common sense would recommend, but i only stopped when she begged me to.

"how...?" she looked confused. but i already had the car running, and was driving towards my mate's flat, that I had the key and knew he wasn't there. just prayed he tidied up the place. during the car trip she mentioned she was married, and maybe that wasn't a good idea, but all it took was to place her hand on my throbbing cock. soon you'll be married with that.

no words. only raw energy as soon as we entered the flat. broke everything in my way to get her to the bed, stripped naked before her, and let her worship me.

those sweet lips, burning on my cock, drinking precum like it was oxygen.

sucked her tits until she was melting. big, heavy, small brown nipples. she was not a mother, i could tell.

her eyes, gorgeous, dark brown, begging for me to be gentle.

then the head of my cock, parting her engorged lips. "do you have condoms?" i never do. relax, it will be ok. "i think i have some in my purse," she insisted a second time.

are those your husbands? she nodded. they won't fit.

she looked down on me. "i never done it before."

trust me, see how hard i am? and she hummed a moan. I won't tell anyone.

a gush of precum coated her cunt. it was the moment. i pushed the head and those pink, delicious folds embraced me.

every inch, she couldn't believe what she was missing.

"slow." "stop" "oh fuck" "oh my god" "can't believe it's all in" "oh god never felt this stretched before" and so on.

the orgasm, one after the other.

her pink pussy embracing my big fucking cock. on that moment, only one thing in my head - i need to breed her.

what's your husbands name? she was puzzled. "Steve"

Call me steve. her nails on my back, my cock hitting her cervix, her eyes rolling back. "steve," her lips mumbled, as saliva drool down her chin. she was getting right were i wanted her.

can i cum inside you? i asked, as my dick got harder and wider, and her legs were all shaking.

she looked at me, as my cock went him, balls slapping her hard, her tits bouncing against my chest.

I'm going to breed you.

"please" she said, "i want that"

and less than one minute after, her eyes were rolling back in her head, her mouth open, in a continuous moan, as my cock filled her womb.

it was an eternity. i kept shooting, cum flowing out of her cunt, but at least a gallon was inside. i did my job.

we rested afterwards, as she was too tired for round two. it was one of the first times i lay down with someone and admire them. so goddamn perfect. kissed her body, hard as a rock, waiting for round two.

we fucked everyday for the next month. she confessed she never wanted to be pregnant, but mostly because of her husband - big business man, didn't want to have kids because of some bullshit.

I told her i'd make sure to give her a couple of them at least. she was worried she was already 40.

one month later, the confirmation.

her husband wasn't happy apparently. i wanted to have a word with him, but she begged me not to. but i told her, i want to see how he's raising my son.

as the pregnancy progressed, i became a "family friend" and was able to get the husband to like me. he was a stupid fuck with her, so i eased him on how to be respectful.

he was surprised when his son was born, but was satisfied with the explanation that sometimes genetics can change skin color a lot.

i made sure he was treating her right. she kept me updated, and i would visit sometimes.

when she was ready for another one, i fucked her again. her swollen tits from the milk were godsend. i didn't know that was a thing, but fuck I had as much milk as I could.

she has 3 sons from me. and she's the happiest.

the reason i remember all this is because we still see each other, and im stuck at home with a broken leg. otherwise could not be bothered to right this fucking much.

#ask #story

[hecksupremechips]

Random catholic school moments that actually happened to me cuz I’m having one of those days:

My principal/science teacher said that women were garages and men were tractors and men need to be careful about how he parks inside her. Literally THE most Kentucky way of describing sex

There was a gay orgy in the bathroom during a pep rally and after that we weren’t allowed to use the bathroom during pep rallies. There was also a rumor that I was a part of a gay orgy with other students rumored to be gay but that one never actually happened obviously

I got yelled at by the principal for loudly singing S&M by Rihanna with my bestie and I cringe about it to this day but also I slayed in that moment

On good Friday (the day when Jesus was crucified) we had to do a stations of the cross mass (essentially just going through each part of Jesus’s trial, crucifixion, and resurrection like a book) and it was notorious for having kids pass out. We would have to stand the whole time and it was an extra long mass, plus more crowded than usual so it’d be stuffy. Like one year 5 kids passed out one after the other. And the staff never did anything about it either, in fact they were mad kids would pass out or get sick as if that’s a thing they could control???

The principal very truly (unsurprisingly) believed that women were incapable of anything other than cooking and childcare. He wouldn’t even let girls carry empty cardboard boxes and threw a temper tantrum once cuz the most athletic girl in school wanted to participate in a sports mini tournament that was on the last day of school. All the guys were required to be in it but no girls were allowed

My mom was the middle school math teacher (she moved to a different school years ago thank fuck) and honestly she was such a girlboss. She was the only teacher not afraid to say shit like hey, maybe women aren’t worthless and deserve rights and we should work to make that happen. She was also the only teacher that would stick up for noticeably queer kids. Like the staff would literally lose their shit if a boy was friends with girls and talk about how it’s ruining him and whine about the gays taking away toxic masculinity and my mom was just like. Can y’all shut up and let this kid be happy??? Slay. My mama is far from perfect but she’s still so cool

Going off that last point it was like forbidden for a guy to sit at the "girls" table and vise versa. It didn’t matter if a kids only friends were the opposite gender, they were forced to "stay in their lane". If a kid was caught breaking this rule the principal would literally get the microphone and yell and the kid in front of everyone and force them back to the other table. It was also forbidden for students in different grades to sit together. Fortunately I never had to worry about the gender thing cuz I sat at the outcast table and they couldn’t touch us for that one aha!

We had to do confession once every quarter and the only perk was that it would take a while and we would miss more class that way. The shitty part was you literally had to do your confession in front of the whole school. Like the priest would be whispering but you could still hear him talking, you know? Even without that everyone could just watch you as you’re up there and I don’t like that one bit. One time there was an unfamiliar priest there and he was like, grossly rubbing each kids’ arms and so yeah the whole school had to watch that too.

I sneezed on one of my biggest bullies’ head while waiting for confession and it was honestly the best moment of my life he was so pissed

I can’t emphasize enough how awful my last year there was. Every single day all the teachers made it known that they hated us, me and my best friend in particular, and that we should feel guilty for existing. I can’t even get into what made them do this to us cuz it’s hard to say the exact causes but there was literally a month period where in each class every single day we would get a lecture about how worthless we were. And it obviously weighed down on all of us and we were depressed and failing and the teachers then yelled at us for being upset that they constantly told us how awful we were. I think the only reason I didn’t absolutely lose myself that year is cuz I knew there was an out of the place soon but if it happened the year prior like. Absolutely not

The place was very cult-y like if anyone transferred schools for whatever reason this place would riot and bitch and moan about how this "stuck up piece of shit" 12 year old thought they were too good for us. They did this with everyone who transferred like, even kids who moved away???? A very close friend I had at the time transferred out and she was literally called slurs for leaving

The priest at the church who was there when I was in middle school was such an autistic king me and my bestie were OBSESSED with him. He would often come visit in the middle of class and like god. This one time he was dragging this plastic cat skeleton across the floor on a leash and he was like hey y’all I was just walking my cat here and thought I’d drop by. The bone cat had nothing to do with anything I think he just really liked it and wanted to show it off. He also had a sermon once where he was like "you kids know Count Dracula? Jesus was more like count forgive-you-la!" and i literally sobbed right there in that church I had to protect this man from the mean middle schoolers who would bully him

The infamous slave roleplay teacher would need like an entire essay post to cover her so I’ll just share a random story about her. She was so creepy around the popular girls like she was trying to relive her teen years, and she was like. Ughhh. She like had crushes on the popular boys. Like we were learning about map making once and she put this one boy on the spot with this WHOLE ASS SCENARIO where she was at [girl student] house, she spilt water on her shirt and she had to take it off without the girl’s brother seeing. And idk she was asking the boy how she should navigate that situation and that was how she decided to teach about maps and navigation. Even as a naive 12 year old I was like 🤔🤢

That’s all for now, stay tuned for part 2(?)

#the klock keeps ticking #all of this is 100% true no exaggeration #i wish i was making it up but no nonononono my trauma was too intense for it to be fake #at least i had that one priest 😭 #and his stupid fucking BONE CAT

[lyrical-linguist]

The Graveyard

I spent much of my childhood visiting the town’s graveyard. I knew no one who had died, nor did I hold any sort of grim fascination with the place, yet I visited all the same. I think it used to concern my parents.

It’s not natural,’ I would overhear them say. ‘He should be out with other kids, his own age, not playing among graves.’ They never said anything to my face, however, so I continued my visits.

The things I would do varied. When I was particularly young, I would trace the letters from the graves with my finger, and try to replicate them when I returned home. I still have notebooks and notebooks of scribbled epithets. I even constructed my own on various occasions, although I knew by then to keep this hidden from my parents. Here lies Theodore Rook, beloved son.

As I grew older, I discovered a love for art. I would spend hours sketching the carvings and statuettes on the more ornate graves. In one small section of the graveyard, there was a collection of tombs, mottled green with moss and age, and after breaking inside once, I discovered the collection truly wonderous life-size statues.

I did not just copy the art of others. I would sketch the drooping yews and how their shadows dappled across the path; I would sketch the way the sunrise scattered light over the newest marble headstones; I would sketch the fading moonlight, illuminating the whole graveyard in an eerie, but strangely peaceful glow.

Night was always my favourite time to be in the graveyard. I no longer felt the watching eyes of the townspeople, (‘it’s not natural,’ they would say, ‘someone needs to control that kid.’) I no longer needed to stay hidden among the trees at every funeral. In the night-time, the graveyard was mine, and mine alone.

When I was young, I used to play near the grave of a young girl. Samantha Wilson, beloved daughter, 1906 - 1912. I never learned how she died. I used to pretend her ghost would play with me, skipping around the graves together, singing gentle songs so as not to disturb the others. I think, back then, that imagined ghost was the closest thing I had to a friend.

Of course, I avoided fresh graves, particularly those of people I knew. When old Jodie Scofield from up the road died, I stayed out of that section for weeks. When Ralph Carlson from school died, aged only 13 in a car accident, I avoided the whole graveyard for months. It felt too new, and by that point I understood how people viewed the dead, and those who disrespected them. I was never even close to Ralph, but once death has touched someone you know, you view it differently.

I was never popular in school, which thinking back on it is no surprise. I never tried to make friends with the living and even the teachers viewed me as that strange kid obsessed with death, which wasn’t true, I simply preferred the company of the dead. No one even tried to bully me, particularly. I was a nobody, a ghost, and I think I preferred it that way.

When I was 14, I got my first girlfriend. Clara, she was called. She was this beautiful gothic girl, the first girl to really pay me any attention. I was small and weedy back then, and she almost towered over me in her tall boots. We must have looked an amusing couple. She first approached me while I was drawing, recreating an old sketch of graves in the snow. I think she must have thought I was somehow also gothic. For a while, we had some fun, and I even experimented with the style and the music. It was as close to a rebellious phase as someone who has spent his entire life among graves can have. In the end, it turned out she was only in it for the graves, hoping I could show her all the cool things about the graveyard, smoking on the headstones. I suppose I should have known in the beginning, but strangely I never felt hurt, or used.

When I was 16, I fell in love with a boy. He was tall, taller than me, and by this point I had grown considerably from the tiny kid I used to be, although I was still quite weedy. He was in my art class one day, drawing the most detailed face. I asked if I could see her, the person he was drawing.

‘My sister,’ he told me. ‘She passed away a year ago.’ There was this sad look in his eye, the one everyone always gets when they talk about death.

‘I’m sorry,’ I told him. ‘She looks beautiful.’

‘She was,’ he said. ‘Always the best of the two of us. Certainly the twin with the better genetics.’ He laughed gently.

‘I don’t know,’ I said, smiling slightly. ‘I think you’re pretty beautiful too.’ He flushed red and looked down, then back up at me. ‘I’m Liam,’ he told me.

‘Theo,’ I said.

Liam and I got to know each other after that. He had recently moved to the area and could no longer visit his sister’s grave, so I offered to show him the graveyard. I showed him the flowers to pick, the ones that meant I’m sorry, and rest in peace, and showed him the graves that no one ever visited anymore. We placed a flower on every grave together in a sombre silence, until finally he spoke.

‘I think it’s nice that you do this, to the graves no one visits. I hope that back home, someone visits my sister.’

‘These graves are the only reminded that they every existed. I think no one should be forgotten, not even the dead. But as long as you are alive, your sister lives on, in here,’ I said, touching a hand to his chest.

He moved his hand on top of mine, and after that, we held hands. We never said anything of it, but from then on, Liam would join me once a week in the graveyard and deliver flowers to the dead.

He left eventually. Screamed arguments. You care more about the dead than the living. There was a dull ache in my chest for a while after that, but I was used to loss by that point. I was used to heartbreak, so I pulled together my broken pieces and continued my life as if it had never happened, as if I had never loved a boy.

When I was 17, I stared an apprenticeship at the Funeral Directors. I had been helping out for years with small little tasks - weeding the graves, watering the flowers - but I needed the money, and no one else ever seemed to want to work those sorts of jobs, no one else wanted to work with the dead. It was not always easy work - the gravestones were heavy, the people were tear-some - but it paid, and it was in the place I had always felt the most comfortable. Digging graves was an excellent workout too, and without even realising it, I discovered I had grown into my body, grown into a man.

Not long after that, I had to move out and go to university. I was going to an arts college, much to my parents’ disapproval. They wanted me to go into a real career, but what skills did I have besides drawing and sitting with the dead? I always imagined I would go back the Funeral Directing; I had seen enough of them to last a lifetime, it was certainly well paid, and I was never uncomfortable with the dead.

Strangely enough, I missed the graveyard more than I missed my own home. I suppose, in a way, the graveyard had become my own. I tried to visit the ones in my new city, but oh it was such a large city, and there were so many graveyards, and I knew none of the graves, none of the dead. I had my routine back home, I had those I would always deliver flowers to, yet here I knew nothing, I knew no one. I stopped going shortly after that, and when I returned home each Christmas, each summer, the graveyard seemed to grow further and further away from me.

While I was at university, I fell in love with another boy, Elijah I had become quite the normal university student, with friends and hobbies other than the dead. One night while clubbing, I came across the most beautiful boy, and even though hook-ups never seemed to end in meeting again before, Elijah and I seemed to find each other another night, about a week later. We exchanged numbers, went on a date, and hit it off instantly.

Elijah and I were together for years. When I left university and was at a complete loss as to what to do with my life, I followed Elijah back home where he had his whole life planned out. He was to be a lawyer, slowly working his way up through the legal profession his father owned. We rented an apartment together, out of the city. I had never liked cities anyway.

I got a job at the local funeral directors. At first they were hesitant, hiring some fresh-faced graduate with an art degree. What did art have to do with funeral directing? But when they saw how instantly I took to the job, how comfortable I was with the dead, I think they took to me quite quickly.

And so I was back in a graveyard once more. No longer the graveyard of my childhood, but I learned this one quickly enough, and it was like I was home again. Even on my days off, I would visit the graveyard, place flowers at the graves no one else visited. I think the Funeral Home thought I was dedicated to the job, but to me it was just a place of comfort, somewhere I could be alone with my thoughts and the dead.

Elijah and I settled into a comfortable routine. Both our jobs paid relatively well, and eventually we were even able to buy a house together in the same neighbourhood we were already living in. It wasn’t the nicest or the most expensive house, but it was ours.

One day, Elijah took me to the park. It was a beautiful day, a beautiful picnic. We spent the day together, laughing and enjoying each other’s company. At one point, a stranger’s dog appeared, and we spent fifteen minutes playing catch with her before the owner appeared, overly apologetic for interrupting our day. And then, as the day began to wear on, but before either of us were too tired, Elijah got down on one knee and proposed.

I said yes. Of course I said yes. Here was my beautiful boyfriend, asking me to marry him. Of course I said yes.

The wedding planning wasn’t a breeze, and we argued more than once. Which relatives to bring, where to have it. I remember a few snide remarks about should we invite the dead, which prompted me to leave for several hours. We were both so stressed, we never even considered that it should be fun. We were getting married, not divorced.

Of course, it wasn’t all a nightmare. We spent hours together, picking out rings and tablecloths and tasting so many different flavours of cake. We didn’t want an extravagant affair, but it was our wedding after all.

The day itself was to be the happiest of my life. We had planned everything so meticulously, every minute timed precisely, every vow scripted and rescripted. It would be perfect. I arrived at the church on time - neither of us were religious, but it was a tradition after all - and waited until I was due at the pulpit.

There were certain hushed whispers, guests running around unexpectedly. Perhaps that should have been the first sign that something was wrong, but no, everyone assured me everything was fine, and when I was due, I made my way to the front of the church to the wedding music, heart pounding a drumbeat.

And I waited. And I waited. A clock somewhere ticked, I could hear it, but I had no watch, and I could see no way to tell the time, and my heart began to beat faster as my mind raced through possibilities. Had he changed his mind? Had he left me?

The crowd was twitching nervously. Where was he? Surely this wasn’t supposed to happen. I looked nervously at the vicar, but he seemed as confused as the rest. And then the door opened, and I looked towards it expectantly, but only one of Elijah’s guests rushed through the door. She pushed past me and hurriedly whispered something that made the vicar go very pale and my heart sank further. What had happened?

I didn’t hear the vicar dismiss the congregation, but the next minute everyone was standing up to leave, looking confused and annoyed, and the vicar was taking my arm and gently leading me into a room at the side.

‘Theo, I’m afraid I have some terrible news to deliver.’ I tapped my fingers nervously. ‘On the way to the church, there was a terrible accident.’ My heart pounded in my ears. ‘Another driver pulled out in front of the car Elijah was in.’ My breathing was heavy. ‘There was a collision.’ My vision swam. ‘I’m sorry, but Elijah didn’t make it.’ And then everything went black.

The next few weeks went by very quickly. I switched everything off and just went about planning the funeral. I had planned so many funerals in my life, what difference did one more make? We had the funeral at the graveyard where I worked, and held the reception at our house. I saw everyone look at me so pityingly. It was fine, it was just death. I knew death.

I wandered around like a ghost for months, continuing my routine, buying one less ice cream when I visited the shop, making one less serving for dinner. I threw myself into my work at the funeral home. Everyone deserved the best funeral they could get, and I needed something, anything, to consume myself with.

I know they were worried about me, working so close to Elijah’s grave, but where I could, I avoided that area of the graveyard, and where I couldn’t I looked the other way. I had designed that headstone myself, adapted from a design from years ago. Elijah had always been amused by my fascination with the buried, and asked me to design him a headstone. In loving memory of Elijah Sawyer, treasured son, beloved partner. I couldn’t even call him my husband; we had never even married.

My work got slow and sloppy. I had stopped throwing myself into it, I simply existed as a ghost. After one too many mistakes, they had to let me go. That was ok, I understood. I was no longer even there, they should not bother to pay me.

I got a new job working for Elijah’s father. I don’t suppose I was ever particularly good at it, but he took pity on me. He too mourned his son, more than he let on, I think. My new route to work took me into the city, and eventually I sold the house and got a small apartment in a large block. I had never liked the city before, but perhaps I should like it now, and it was better than being in a place of such memories.

It surprised me how quickly I fell into this new life, and eventually I even started dating again, although I think they all knew I was never really interested in it, as I never had more than a few dates or a single drunken hook-up with each person. It was funny, really; Elijah had started as a drunken hook-up. Maybe I was getting too old.

I stopped going home to see my parents. My new job was too demanding, and being in that place reminded me too much of the fun I used to have in graveyards. I don’t know how I ever used to enjoy playing around such pain, such grief. I suppose as a child, I never considered it in that way.

I used to visit Elijah’s parents every other weekend, and once a month we would go to his grave together and place flowers. I saw the empty ground where once I would have placed flowers, but now there was no one to remember these people, and soon enough there would be no one to remember Elijah.

It was a girl from work, Maisy, who first distracted me. She had concert tickets and no one to go with. I didn’t know the band, but I agreed to go anyway. It was only later that I realised that was the weekend I was supposed to visit Elijah. I felt a pang in my chest as I called his parents to cancel, and I hated myself for the fun I had with Maisy that evening, but the next time she asked me out, I couldn’t help but say yes, and eventually we began to see each other more and more, and I began to visit Elijah’s parents less and less.

I don’t remember when exactly it happened, but there was a day that I was with Maisy after we had been together for a couple of years, and I felt truly happy, and I realised how long it had been since I had felt this happy. I wanted to feel like this all the time, I decided. I wanted to be with Maisy for a very long time, I decided.

I couldn’t get married, not again, but Maisy understood, and eventually we too bought a house together.

I never see Elijah’s parents anymore. I never visit the graveyard anymore.

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