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ೀ⋆OCT 31ST LEGALLY BLONDE ━━ seishiro nagi + coercion !

୨୧ — caution, you are now watching. seishiro nagi + coercion. there’s no way someone broke up with nagi because he’s too blonde!? poor baby, maybe you could provide a little emotional support…(5.5K)

୨୧ — rated r. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact ! nsfw, heavy smut, dark content, characters aged up to 20s, college!au, strangers to lovers (?), teaching assistant/student relationship, dom/sub dynamics, some switching, reader is lifted up by nagi, coercion, dubcon, handjobs, virginity loss, cherry chasing, oral fixation, mind break, praise kink, creampies, soft sex, clothed sex, unprotected sex, TA!reader, elle woods!nagi.

୨୧ — director’s note. happy halloween my loves! i hope you enjoy the final kinktober fic! its been super fun writing and editing for you all. stay tuned for the bonus in the coming weeks <3 - m.list ⋆ kinktober m.list ⋆ taglist ✧

this law school thing wasn’t all what it cracked up to be.

after the love of his life, reo mikage, had broken up with him for someone smarter, blander and richer than him — nagi had been blessed with the genius idea of following his ex all the way to one of the top law schools in the world. the plan was practically fool proof, the guys at his sorority worked hard to help seishiro study — pulling all nighters for practice tests and rewarding him with naps every time he had gotten a question right.

rin itoshi had even convinced his parents to reach out to a hollywood director so that they could film nagi’s audition tape. it obviously featured isagi and bachira too. nagi had even worn his best designer swim trunks to impress the board of admissions. they’d all been super supportive of the light haired male in his endeavours and were there when he passed his LSAT exam

with all of this combined, he had managed to get in in — if that wasn’t enough for reo, then what was?

the answer? nothing.

reo still wanted that bland, basic bitch his family was marrying him off to. she was sensible, she was rich and seishiro quickly realised that he had only ever been a bit of ditzy fun to reo — a dumb blonde to stick his dick into whenever the time felt right. eye candy and nothing more. balancing his shattering hard with the complexities of law school had been tough for the white haired male and everything seemed to be going wrong. no one would study with him, reo wouldn’t even look at him and his friends back home were busy with the wedding plans nagi so desperately wished he had.

however, that’s when you came along.

after having the epiphany that he didn’t need reo to succeed — nagi knuckles down and studied hard for the law firm internship being offered amongst his cohort. he was relieved to have you as a teaching assistant in the process, not only were you absolutely gorgeous but you were compassionate and empathetic. you were smart, eloquent and everything seishiro wished he could be for his ex.

perhaps that’s what drew him to you, why he followed your every word like a puppy drooling after a treat. you’d been kind to nagi for the entire semester, from helping him out with studying for the internship right down to today, where he would be taking on his very first case in a court of law. it should have been easy, the facts were simple too. the client and fellow fraternity brother (shidou ryousei) was accused of and arrested for the murder of his wife… but something about the events weren’t seeming to add up. nagi couldn’t come up with an alibi either.

it was as if the words; the reasonings, the justification for shidou’s freedom were right in front of grey-scale eyes, only scrambled up like morse code. “how about we take a break?” as if you were a vision from his dreams or an angel from up above, you appear behind nagi’s tall frame as he slumps defeatedly against the hotel room desk — your hands fixing themselves to his broad shoulders for a massage. “you’ve been at this all night, seishiro.”

the law student swears your touch could heal all human ailments, the warmth of your palms seeping into the tense parts of his muscles like a cell performing diffusion — relaxation forming a comfortable fog over his brain. “i know shidou didn’t do it,” nagi defends with a grumpy pout, leaning back into you so that his head rests lazily against your stomach. “he told me… he said he was getting liposuction.”

“we’ll need evidence of that,” you note, jerking your head to the side so that nagi can write it down. this entire time you’d been such a good mentor. “good boy.” something clicks in the light-haired male’s brain, a crackle of electricity shooting down his spine at your praise — swirling around in his guts as if to activate arousal. “run me through the witness statements again.” there’s a sensual lilt to the tone of your voice and your touch cascades from his shoulders up to his neck like a backwards flowing waterfall.

seishiro isn’t sure if he’s making things up or reading the signs correctly — but he knows that there’s some kind of tension bubbling in the air. particles that resemble an aphrodisiac using kinetic energy to collide together, painting the room with lustful colours. “shidou’s step daughter says she heard a gunshot around 2:15pm after leaving the shower, walkin’ downstairs only to find shidou hangin’ over his wife’s body — covered in blood. ugh, this is too much hassle. this doesn’t make any sense!” he tosses an annoyed sigh into quietness of the room, moaning in surprise when you cup the base of nagi’s neck to pull his head up to face you and your eyes meet.

“you need a break seishiro, we can come back to this later,” you hum, the vibrations of your voice laced with sex appeal. as he swallows thickly, the law student’s Adam’s apple bobs under the pressure of your fairy-light grip on his throat — anticipating more from you. at this point, you’re half bent over him as he leans back in the chair, pink tongue slowly darting out to cover your lips in a spit shine. “how about it?”

this feels so wrong. nagi’s cock stirring beneath his slacks at how good and kind you’re acting towards him. no one has ever gotten him this hot before — no one aside from reo. and you were still his teacher, by technicality, it would be wrong for nagi to even consider sucking your tongue down his throat. and yet, he can’t find it in himself to stop the temperature from rising between you, for falling into your dangerously salacious trap.

“y-yeah,” he breathes deep when you squeeze his throat a little to test the waters. “i could do with a break.”

“me too,” you gasp all too agreeably, bending the rest of the way down to capture seishiro’s lips in a searingly hot kiss. just as he wished you pry his mouth open with the tip of your curious tongue — pushing through his plush lips and curling around his own pink appendage. the lip lock is passionate, ravenous despite the mess and spit that you exchange. he chases your lips until he can’t breathe, sloppily accepting anything you give him, letting you lead where he can’t.

he’s never done this before, not like this, not without reo. but in this moment, the silver-blonde doesn’t think he could ever go back to making out with his ex. not now that you’re the one kissing him.

“i-i've never done any of this before.” the blonde gulps, swallowing down the copious amount of spit that builds on the palette of his tongue — looking into your eyes as a sense of hunger dawns on him, as if you’re the very meal he’s set to devour. “not without anyone that wasn’t—“

reo.

sure they’d done stuff together. naughty touches here and there, hands ghosting over boxer briefs and fingers tweaking nipples (sei’s were especially sensitive because of the cute little piercings his ex insisted he get) — but nothing close to actual sex, nothing with a girl, nothing with someone like you. a burning heat, unlike anything nagi’s ever felt before, begins to brew in his lower stomach. his cock rises beneath his pants that suddenly feel all too tight.

nagi’s girth twitches against his thigh as your nails rake their way down his chest and slowly pop open the buttons of his crisply pressed white shirt. it heaves beneath his clothes — heart hammering against its calcium cage of his ribs.

“i can tell, pretty boy.” you soothe him by purring into the shell of his ear, teeth tugging at the softness of his lobe. “but you’re a good kisser though. did reo teach you that?” your lips cascade down to his neck like a gentle flowing river at the same time that your hands delve below the belt to squeeze at seishiro’s swelling erection — testing the waters.

his hips instinctively buck up into the warmth of your palm and a grin spreads across your plush lips at the feeling of his precum soaking his underwater and smearing across your fingers in thick, clingy webs.

white and seedy and he’s nowhere close to cumming. almost like a little virgin.

“have you ever done this before, seishiro?”

the sound of his name, salaciously spelt out on his tongue, earns you a high pitched whine from nagi — his head rolling to the side and his thighs squeezing together with vicious need. “n-no,” he pauses before he grunts out a response and his entire body seizes as you take a firmer grip on his cock — jamming a thumb into his leaky slit to spread his arousal. “but i wanted to i just… reo said not until marriage—“

“— you don’t have to listen to reo anymore.” you announce breathily, setting a steady pace to your fist to jerk him off with. you’ve barely started and yet your hand is already glossed in a slight sheen of pre, soiling your knuckles from its viscousness. it’s so much for someone who’s never gone father than sloppy kisses and grinding while making out. it nurtures a certain seed of satisfaction in your chest to see him so messy so fast. “you can listen to me, sweet boy. do you want this… do you want it with me?”

without letting go of the fat, drippy cock within your grasp — you shift to stand between the desk and nagi’s chair, shoving papers and court notes to the ground in your lustful haze. nagi thrusts lazily into your closed fist as if it’s instinct, following the sensation like a moth takes to a candle light. his grey eyes grow murky like a pond, swimming with desire for you and only you.

who was reo mikage to seishiro nagi? when there was an angel like you willing to feed this inexperienced man morsels of a heavenly pleasure he’s never felt before. the lawyer in training nods at your words like an eager man fallen to siren’s song as bait. “i want you,” he whimpers airily. “i wanna with you.”

you rub down his thick, lengthy dick far enough to have your fingertips briefly brush against seishiro’s sensitive, weightly balls — just pulsing full of seed to give to you. the feeling makes nagi jump up from his seat so that he immediately towers over you. his height doesn’t overwhelm you, not when the towering blonde collapses onto you with a case of the shakes. he trembles above you, supporting himself by using one hand on the table while is mouth sloppily finds your neck to suck on and pacify himself.

“good boy, sei,” you coo, voice as sweet as hot sugar or candy. “i want you too. i always have. you’re such a pure, darling boy. glad to see that it’s true.” your praise is hidden in your soft moans as seishiro licks at the crystalline salt on your bare skin. you’re a little too twisted, taking advantage of his inexperience and his position beneath you as a student, but neither of you seem to care in this very moment.

sweat beads against nagi’s hairline like diamonds on an expensive Chanel necklace and roses bloom across his cheeks with exertion — his hips rise and fall into your sticky fist in fluid motions, changing the steady stream of ecstasy you provide him. your hand is a solace for his aching cock, but you still make your student work for it. make nagi chase you since he only works hard for the things he wants. and right now, he wants to reach the end of the tight rope of pleasure you have him walking on. and to stave off the stormy frustration he feels from the case.

your hand wriggles it’s way into his wet silver locks, dragging nagi’s hungry mouth over yours since he’s so desperate to taste you, to have at you. it shows in the way he roughly grabs your hips too, grip so tight it threatens to leave bruises he’ll have to apologise for later. “ngh… please. g-god. miss…a-angel please,” he stutters, his bucking into your hand faster and harder, back and forth, back and forth through the tight ring of your fist. his bright and angry red cockhead peeks through the other side, glazed in opaque white — it’s a nice feeling, blistering hot and sensitive. “i…hah… gotta—“

nagi’s lashes flutter against your cheek — a strained whine reverbing in the base of his throat while you let him fuck your hands to his heart’s content, let him chase this new pleasure he’s never known. let him fall from the high heavens with blackened and burnt angel’s wings. you make him sin, for the first time ever. something about this should feel off to nagi, his law teacher taking advantage of him like this — but at this point, he’s too far gone, drowning in a hellfire of lust.

mocking his moans, your mouth falls open in one of your own as you follow along with the pitiful expressions crossing the contours of seishirou’s face. “what is it, sei? what do you need?”

the room is too hot. your bodies against each other are temperate in the sex tainted air — accompanied by wet slapping sounds from your hand around his throbbing cock. “n-need to let go. it h-hurts,” he sniffles out, forcing his tongue into your mouth again to calm himself down. the more you speed up, remorselessly jerking him off, the closer nagi gets to the end of his own tether. this sensation is unfamiliar, the crumbling foundation of his orgasm coming crashing down as you fling droplets of his precum and arousal about the place — some of it landing on your clothes, the desk and discarded papers.

again, neither of you care.

“surrender to me baby, it’s okay. i’ve got you.” guiding the pale blonde through his first ever orgasm, you pour your heated words into his slobbering mouth — tongue running over his pearly white teeth and tangling with his drool coated tongue. that’s all sei needs to hear before he crumples against you with a shout — the first wave of his high crashing over him and pulling him under.

it’s world shattering, brain melting as he cums. his abdomen contracts under your never-ending touch, ropes of hot white dribbling from his stimulated tip like a tap that keeps running. nagi swears he almost blacks out, falling dizzy and victim to your lustful charms as he twitches and cums and cums into your soiled palm.

“f-fuck,” a soft whimper bubbles up on his raw bitten lips, stuttered out in suprise. “w-what was that?”

“you orgasmed for me, sei, so pretty baby.” comes another set of your gentle praises. he feels his entire body wrack with a shakes at your words, his cock doesn’t dare to soften either. “you look so good when you cum.”

his greyish-brownish eyes roll back into his skull when you let him go, his tip slapping against his clothed tummy. the brush of his cotton shirt against the slit on his tip makes him writhe from the sensitivity. “c-can i cum for you again? promise i’ll keep being good.”

“of course,” you grin, proud that to have corrupted the poor boy. “are you okay to let me touch you again or do you want it now?”

“touch me. now.” he growls, gripping your hand and guiding it towards his dribbling shaft, aiding the movement of your palm around him to start slow and lazy — working seishiro up into a heat once more. this time, the way your hand languidly jerks him off is made smooth by the evidence of his last orgasm, which you now use as lube. if you weren’t pressed for time and with a court case first thing tomorrow, you would have gotten onto your knees to clean up his copious amounts of mess.

you quickly reduce him to a babbling mess against you, drool laden on his tongue and dripping onto his skin as you drive your thumb over nagi’s hot tip in tight circles with your free hand — touching what doesn’t fit in the other. “reo treated you so badly, poor baby,” you mewl sweetly, kitten licking at his pulse point just below his neck. “you work so hard, you deserve so much better. you deserve me.”

he believes you, blindly and naively. nodding tenderly despite the way he widely fucks both of your hands as if they’re a makeshift hole — warm and slick, all for him. dopamine shocks him at the stem of his brain, spreading throughout his body like a wildfire only you can tame — it burns so good and feels even better to have your dainty, perfectly manicured fingers wrap around his chubby girth so deliciously.

for a moment, you let seishiro go to squeeze at his heavy breeder’s balls — noticing the way they pulsate in your palm to signify the pale blonde’s second impending orgasm. “i think…hah… i think ‘m gonna… c-cum! again!”

pushing at his shirt, you press a kiss to the creamy skin of nagi’s shoulder and hum pridefully. “thank you for letting me know, sweetheart. cum for me. give it to me.”

with your permission granted, another blinding ecstasy takes over nagi, and he falls victim to you and your merciless hands once again. blood rushes through his ears like a storm surge, drowning at your angel coos while you guide him through his high, never letting up as you palm him through it all. he quivers and his knees buckle, shooting a hot and hefty load of seed all over your hand and clothes and the papers nearby. “o-oh! fuck…” nagi chokes on a weak sob, bleating like an innocent lamb at the slaughter house while he weighed against your shorter frame — allowing you to bare the brunt of his weight and height.

he’s so pretty when he cums, silvering blonde locks matted to his forehead by sweat — cheeks pink and lips swollen and red. if you could, you’d swallow him whole and selfishly devour your student for all that he has to offer. silly little blonde, stupid for trusting you, for wanting to fuck you.

your hand doesn’t slow around his pulsing cock but instead speeds up, digging your thumb into his oozing slit as arousal pearls at its centre once more. “n-no, s’too much.” seishiro cries quietly, tears stinging a pathway down the apples of his milky cheeks. “it hurts.”

“poor you, poor baby.” you say harshly, mocking the poor blonde’s sniffles and hiccups. he’s exhausted and frustrated but doesn’t dare to pull away — his hips running after your hand hungrily. “you’re so cute sei, panting for me like a bitch in heat, fucking my hand like the dumb little blonde you are.” he hisses at the overstimulation, gargles on spit as it floods his mouth to accompany his appetite for you.

“i’m not…ngh… ‘m not dumb.” he whinges in response and before either of you know it, seishiro is cumming again. hard. soiling his lap with abundant amounts of white. his chest heaves as he comes down, collapsing against you. he might deny it later, but being dumbed down and reduced to a stupid blonde seemed to really do it for him.

finding his lips again, you soothe nagi with short and sweet kisses that grow more feverish by his own demand. all of a sudden you find yourself pinned to the desk below with the tall blonde between your instinctually parted legs so that he can grind against your panty clad core. “you’re…you’re right,” you say, breathing deep through your nose as your composure threatens to fall apart. “you’re so smart, sei. you’re the best lawyer on our team but…” bucking your hips once, you lower your voice by an octave so that your words slip through his ears like molten chocolate. “you’re acting like a dumb slut right now. don’t you wanna be my dumb slut, sei?”

his palm flattens against the mahogany desk just above your head, caging you in against its cold surface. “y-yes i do, oh fuck. please lemme fuck you. lemme be inside. i’ll be good.”

“are you sure, baby?”

“please—“

“but sei,” you brush a stray hair that curls at the centre of his forehead, the dumb blonde looking down at you with swimming grey eyes because he’s so needy. “it’d be your first time…”

his face scrunches, nose crinkled at its bridge and brows knitted together in frustration. now that nagi’s had a taste of your sinful elixir he can’t seem to stop, you’re like a drug an addict can’t quit. something that could ruin his life or future prospects if he doesn’t get help. and yet he can’t look away, can’t pull his body away from yours and his achy dick from between your thighs — instead leaning closer so that it sinks between your plush pussy lips.

nagi licks his lips, tongue rolling over his bottom one as he pants desperately. “please angel,” comes his broken beg, hanging pathetically in the sex tainted hair. “i need you. need it so bad. please please please— mph—!”

satisfied with his begging, you shove a set of cum soaked digits past the swell of seishiro’s pretty lips — chuckling darkly as his tongue laps over and in between them, and he whines at the salty taste of his arousal on your skin. “atta boy,” you coo, thrusting deep into the hot cavern of his mouth until the pale blonde gags around you, swallowing your fingers down like they’re a cock. he sucks so obediently, so desperately as if to please. like a good student too — and all the while, you work on kicking off your panties and flipping up your skirt so that he can get a nice rewarding view of your glistening cunt.

“c’mere,” you reach out to the blonde and he leans into you, letting you wrap an arm around his shoulders to keep him in place. “sei,” you gasp at the first contact of his thick, long shaft against your throbbing wet mound — mouth agape as if you’ve taken a gunshot wound to the chest. “do you know how to do this, smart boy? do you know how to fuck?”

nagi nods, pressing his forehead to yours while his hips jut forward on their own and his seedy tip brushes against your pearling clit so deliciously. at first, his movements are lax and the room is filled with the lewd squelches of your sexes moving over one another, but your breathing soon grows ragged and the salacious bump and grind becomes stickier and wetter.

“u-uhuh.” he mumbles in response.

he’s so good for you even when his mouth is full and his mind is dazed, sucking on your fingers while he lets you overwhelm him. however, the blonde is only so well behaved and patient, and it’s not long before he slips his girth past the tight ring of your entrance without any warning. his fingertips dance up to your waist, grabbing at the fat there and using it as leverage to drag you to the edge of the table so he can sink into you further.

“oh…fucking hell!” you whimper wetly against the junction of nagi’s neck, nails digging into his shoulders to steady yourself while he sets the pace to your sinful dance. he’s bigger than what you expected (despite mapping his girth out with your hands), stretching your sloppy walls wide to accommodate for his size. you don’t complain, however, eyes rolling as he brushes up against pleasure spots you could never reach on your own. “o-oh baby, fuck me.”

you pull your fingers out of his mouth with a lewd pop, desperate to hear the symphony of his sweet, low and sexy moans instead of having them muffled by your fingers while he fucks you for the first time. the pale blonde can hardly believe it — having your warmth wrapped around him and your cunt drool down on him like a waterfall.

the law student throws his weight into fucking you, bullying his way into the deepest parts of your womb to slothfully fuck up your gooey insides. your cunt, your moans, your whole body has some kind of control over nagi — dumbing him down and reducing him to a sex crazed mess. to the point where he can’t even remember his ex’s name. he’s a mop of pale blonde hair and sweaty clothes, entirely hunched over you.

“y-you’re so tight,” he tells you in a dreamy sigh, lost in the heat of your core. nagi’s grabs at your pudgy thighs and drags you back and forth onto his dick, the new deepness to his thrusts causing you to squeeze and froth around the fat base of nagi’s cock. “hah, feels so…so good.”

wrapping your shaky legs around his slender waist, you offer up the same treatment to nagi — pulling him close to the point where he’s buried in your sluice sex right up to the hilt. his precum smears against your ribbed walls and his broken whimper echoes around your hotel room. “that’s it, fuck me like you fucked my hand, sweet boy.” lust sparks against your sex slicked bodies, your breasts bouncing with every one of nagi’s calculated yet sloppy thrusts. you can’t get enough of one another, clinging and clawing at one another’s bodies madly. “you can do it, prove to reo that you don’t need him. only me.”

“o-only you.” nagi repeats weakly, tucking his face into your neck as he pounds you to the high heavens. the desk creaks beneath the force of his thrusts, threatening to break at the nails and bolts that hold it together. his eyelashes flutter against your skin, his low and deep moans mixed with high pitched gasps send a hot rush of dopamine across your brain and it really is all too much.

nagi’s already cum three times and managed to fold you in half over his desk as a virgin. he feel as though he might break with how much he loves this, loves fucking you senseless. another fresh set of tears burn tracks down his face and gather in his unfairly long lashes as they tickle your skin. he hiccups and heaves against you, whilst his breathing grows ragged every time his glistening cock escapes the snugness of your tight pussy, precum stringing along your puffy folds.

“so good baby, s-so fucking good!” your voice is broken and husky as you praise him, making his dick pulse against your g-spot over and over again. you’re fairing no better than he is, your skin blistering hot to the touch and bruised from how tight your student is gripping you — pulling you back onto his cock.

the pale blonde feels though he might burst, cream your insides like he did your hand and ruin that pretty skirt of yours — the one that sticks to his pelvis because of how close your bodies are. it’s rubbed him raw while he fucks you raw. “‘m i the best?” seishiro asks, cherishing the embrace of your viscous walls, his shaft coated in a crude mix of white as it froths from your tight little hole. “t-tell me i’m the best…”

“t-the best i’ve ever had! f-fuck, sei!” you squeal in response, only egging the law student on, babbling your praises while fat droplets of your arousal flies about the place — painting nagi’s pelvis in a shiny gloss, curling in his white happy trail as well.

“‘m the best. i’m the best for you.” grunting from the exertion and the very force of his own thrusts, seishiro wraps both of his strong arms around your middle and stands up from the table — taking you with him. at the new angle, the coil in your stomach only tightens and you fling your arms around his neck to prepare yourself for what’s to come next. “s’not enough, not deep enough. fuuuck you’re so wet and warm. i-i can’t,” he drawls lowly, nipping at the shell of your ear on instinct.

that’s when seishiro begins to use his sheer strength to lift and drop you back onto his thick girth, fucking up into you at the exact same time. “g-good god!” you cry out, your impending orgasm prickling at your pelvis — shooting down each section of your spine. all of it only serves to spur nagi on.

“give me your fingers,” he demands huskily, cantering into you from bellow — your juices running a steamy track down his heavy balls as they harshly smack against your peachy ass. “wan’ suck on ‘em. give ‘em.”

you don’t have time to register his ask because he grabs your wrist before your mind can even catch up (too occupied with the way he’s churning up your guts) and has two of your fingers in his eager little mouth — sucking on them diligently. you shudder as nagi runs his tongue between them, coats them in spit and drool that tracks across his chin once he’s done with them.

“touch yourself for me?” he pleads through a wet whine, almost too innocently. “wanna see you cum this time.”

it’s only then that you realise he’s been holding himself back, staving off his orgasm so he can see you writhe and gush all for him. the overstimulation must be burning at his brain, sizzling off his nerve endings and it’s probably more than the dumb little blonde virgin can take. so you do as he asks, trailing your spit slicked fingers between your bodies as they grind down on one another and you with your sensitive clit, pulling its hood back to draw tight circles over the pleasure nub.

“o-oh! seishiro!”

“that’s right, touch yourself f’me. wanna see you lose it like you make me lose it,” he moans softly constraining with how rough nagi pounds up into you. one of his hands slips from your hips to grope at your ass, pushing you down on him and forcing his cock to grind against that one special spot threatening to make you break. “‘m sorry,” he whimpers as though he’s going to cry. “d-don’t think i can hold back, angel.”

“then don’t,” you gasp at the new friction, holding onto your last strings of sanity as you fumble with your clit tucked away between your ravaged folds. “i know you wanna cum for me, sei. l-let go, yeah? wanna see you break for me, like a good blonde slut.”

your encouragement doesn’t give seishiro much choice, and while he’s in control of your bodies — his lean, strong frame anchoring you down onto his cock as it bullies your insides, you are in control of his mind. you destroy his train of thought, ruin the self-made man he was and send him tumbling into his final high. nagi’s orgasm breaks the surface viciously, pouring another load of his cum against your ripe and rippling walls. there’s still so much of it, the warm and viscous white seeping from your cunt and smearing all over your hot mound.

the force of nagi’s high is so strong that he nearly drops you, just about managing to pin you safely to the desk once more. he’s still cumming and cumming and cumming — but that doesn’t stop him from thrusting into you hard and fast, desperate to trigger your orgasm so he can reward himself. it doesn’t take long, he’d already had you seated on the edge before his mind had shattered to pieces just from fucking you.

you gush down his length and all over what remains of your shitty case notes (he probably didn’t need them anyways) with a pornographic shout when you finally hit your peak. it’s like the crescendo of a beautiful song — the world around you spinning and flashing white as you squirt and gush for the white haired lawyer.

“f-fuck.” you giggle with a soft smile, fatigue washing over the both of you come down from the gates of heaven — crashing back down to earth with ecstasy still buzzing in your veins. “good boy, sei. you did so good for me,” you hum softly. “do you feel any better?”

seishiro looks up at you from where his heavy frame has collapsed on your chest — clothes sweaty and askew, and offers you a lazy grin in return. “better,” he mumbles meekly and kisses a slither of your exposed skin, still grinding his seed into you as if to make sure it sticks. “thank you.”

bringing a hand up to toy with his hair and soothing him, you nod. “good, we should get some rest, you’ve got a big trial tomorrow, pretty boy.”

“do you think I can do it?”

“i know you can, sei.” you scratch at his scalp. “i meant it. what i said earlier. you’re the best lawyer on our team. shidou’s defence stands a pretty good chance.”

nagi grins once more, only this time he leans up to press a chaste kiss to your unexpecting mouth — pouring all of his gratefulness into it.

because thanks to you, he feels more confident about the trial, — almost as if he’s won the trial already. and even if nagi goes lose, at least he’s won you over.

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PLEASE HELP IF YOU CAN

NOTE: Please feel free to give me a feedback on my asks about the reading! I would highly appreciate it and it'll be a huge help for me to improve as a reader.

Pile 1

The study habits that will help you this year are the ones that will keep you engaged in your lessons and courses/subjects. Something that keeps your mind active and keeps you interested in learning. Be curious about what you're learning. Take studying as something positive and don't take it as a responsibility. Have the mindset that you're privileged enough to study and learn these stuff. Be in a state of wanting to learn, not needing to learn. Also, leave your "failures" behind, such as low grades or not being able to get a perfect score on your exam. Instead, focus on what you lacked that caused that result.

Study techniques:

Make flash cards

Use white boards (the bigger, the better)

Act like a teacher, pretend that you're teaching

Similar to the previous one, you can also pretend that you're reporting the lesson in class

Make mind maps with only your knowledge and check what you missed after

Pile 2

I'm getting a lot of energy here from you, Pile 2. First of all, STOP CRAMMING. You might have survived the last school year by cramming but it won't help you anymore, especially this time. You need to study in advance especially when you know you have exams coming up. Stop studying the night before the day of the exam. Also, leave the past behind. Let go of your "friends" who distract you from studying and just want to go out to parties. Change your routine. Your previous routine could be a success for you but it drains you. Find some balance between studying and leisure.

Study techniques:

Study with your friends together

Put notes on your walls so you can look at them anytime and you'll learn them naturally

If you exercise and you happen to have a treadmill, put notes on the wall in front of you so you can read as you exercise (walking or jogging)

Similarly, you can record yourself reading your notes and listen to your record while jogging outside or exercising

Read your notes outloud

Pile 3

So here's the studious pile. I'm seeing that you tend to study hard, not study smart. And that's your mistake. You should study smart, not study hard. Stop memorizing and start understanding your lessons more. Stop rewriting your notes over and over until you reach your desired perfection of your notes, the "aesthetic" that you want. Instead, do your best to write well when you're taking notes in class. That way, you won't have to rewrite them at home. When reading your notes, it's best for you to use different colors of highlighters. Also when someone offers you some help in a lesson that you struggle with, accept it, even if you only struggle a little. Lastly, enjoy learning! Don't stress yourself too much about it and overthink you'll fail.

Study techniques:

Don't stay up all night to study and wake up early in the morning to review, especially to recall what you've already studied

Never ever cram and always finish the easiest tasks first

Drink coffee when studying (only if you don't have health issues or you weren't advised that you should avoid coffee)

Keep on rereading your notes and rewrite what you remember, then keep track of what you tend to forget

Make tests for yourself or look for tests online

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luveline · 2 years ago

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hope my boyfriend's okay request.

hi!!! can I request hurt comfort or angst with spencer reid? maybe reader is just an ordinary girl, not that smart, not that pretty, or even a college drop out (like reader from honeybody) so she is kinda insecure when spencer being kind to her or even ask her on a date?

tysm♡

"Do you want to play?" Spencer asks.

You're flushed before you open your mouth, startled by his sudden appearance and the new haircut he sports, curls locked back behind his neck. "Sorry, I just wanted to sit down."

"No, I'm just asking if you want to play," he says, shaking the little briefcase he holds between his fingers to emphasise the rattle of the chess pieces inside.

You've stolen his chess table again at the park. It's how you met, how you continue to meet —you want somewhere to put your book as you read and Spencer hardly ever makes you move, he just sort of sits with you until someone is in need of an opponent.

"I don't know how. I don't have the smarts."

Spencer sits down opposite you, placing the briefcase against the white and black chequered tiles. "Playing chess isn't about being smart. Being good at chess takes learned skill, though. It's like learning a language. Most people can say hello and goodbye if they try, but fluency comes with practice." He smiles at you like you're lovely and pretty and someone worth explaining this too, when you're worrying It's filtering out of your head like water through a sieve. Draining, draining, gone.

"I don't even think I could remember hello and goodbye," you say. Your attempt to smile back at him is pitiful.

His smile ebbs. "You're sure you don't want to play? I'd go easy for you."

You curl the cover of your paperback in your hands, deliberating. Chess is one of those games that seems never-ending. It's full of manoeuvres and techniques, openings, closings, all these learned combinations, strategy like nothing you've ever been able to comprehend. You've never wanted to learn because you know you won't be good, even if you try.

"Okay," you say quietly. "I really won't be any good."

Spencer shrugs and begins to retrieve the small wooden chess pieces. "I usually win anyways."

"Have you ever, um, competed? Like the grandmaster things?"

"No, but I had a friend I competed against for a long time. We played a lot of games. He was better at winning, despite my advantage." Spencer arranges your pieces with care. "Do you need me to teach you the opening moves?"

He explains slowly. When you need help, he gives it, and he doesn't lord it over your head. It's a little shameful seeing the difference in your intellectual capabilities displayed so clearly, and the longer the game goes on the worse you feel, even though Spencer lets you win.

"You'll get better every game," he says, returning taken pieces to the board.

"You want to play again?" you ask. "Come on, Spencer, that can't have been fun for you."

"Why wouldn't it be?"

"Because I'm a useless opponent? And I don't really have anything else going for me, either, so it must be boring." It's an awkward thing to say, self-deprecating and stilted considering you and Spencer aren't more than acquaintances. You regret it as soon as you've said it but the frustration of the situation sticks around. "I don't understand why you waste your time with me."

"It's not wasted if it's with you." Spencer looks genuinely confused, shapely eyebrows pinching. "Is that what you really think? I like spending time with you, I don't need you to be a chess expert to find you interesting."

"But there's nothing interesting,," you insist.

"Of course there is…" He straightens a chess piece, gaze split between you and the board. "You don't have to say something from a journal for it to be worth saying. You know, I've had a thousand conversations this year, some of them with professors or academic experts, but," —he puts his hand, now finished with the chess pieces, over his elbow, meeting your eyes shamelessly— "the one I replay the most is from a few weeks ago, when you told me why you like to read in the park."

"That was just small talk," you say weakly, though it hadn't felt small to you, and now you know it wasn't small for him either.

"Then I guess I love small talk," Spencer says. "Do you want to play again? I'll teach you some good opening moves if you tell me more about you. Deal?"

You nod hurriedly, and fail to hide a beaming smile. "Teach me the best one."

"That's what I meant," he says.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fic #luveline's 40k party

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quartztwst · 1 year ago

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The REAL Azul Ashengrotto x Reader

(Reader is GN and Azul is into morons)

(Also not a serious writing and not proofread im too lazy)

Once upon a time, in a prestigious school's classroom, there were two students; Azul Ashengrotto, the dormleader of Octavinelle, and the Ramshackle Prefect. Currently, you guys were sitting in the classroom playing chess.

The room was very quiet that you could probably hear footsteps from the hallway. Although, the quietness unsettled you since that meant Azul's focus in the game was intense. Your eyes looked at the chess board with nervousness as you know that he was going to win.

When you awkwardly observed the board, the white chess pieces were still on their starting places on your side.

You didn't even start the game yet.

The reason was because...

YOU DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO PLAY CHESS.

You just happened to agree at the moment since Azul looked so confident that you wanted to prove him wrong! NOW, LOOK AT WHERE THAT TOOK YOU! Your pride is on the line and you have no idea how to play chess!

As you were sweating balls, Azul's crystal sky blue orbs that change color depending on his emotions glanced at you. You could feel his confusion as he realized you weren't starting yet.

"Prefect?" He finally spoke up from the long silence.

"Y-Yeah, what's up?"

"You're taking so long. May I ask why?" When he asked that, you froze up, thinking about what to say.

You didn't want him to think you were stupid or anything. Hey, it's hard being a magicless student in a magic school where everyone is somehow talented in many ways and you're just average! You wanted to prove that you weren't just average and boring.

"You're taking so long to answer that too?" He sounded a bit sassy as he said that before sighing, "Prefect, do you not know how to pl-"

"Of course I know how to play!" You interrupted him to save your pride.

Azul looked at you awkwardly and confused, "Err.. Okay? Start then."

A long wait happened after that. Nothing moved before Azul got fed up.

"Okay, let's just switch the board-"

"Wait!" You quickly stopped his hands from turning the board around which caught him off guard. He pulled his hands back slowly, a bit of shyness appearing on his face from that one single touch.

"Prefect, I don't understand-"

"I can play chess!" You interrupted him again.

Sure you can.

Azul thought in his head.

He waited as you looked at the board, trying to figure out what move to make. Then, you finally moved your knight.

In the wrong spot.

"Prefect, that's not where the knight goes." Azul pointed out.

"Oh, shit.." You paused before putting the knight back from it's place, "Well, I knew that."

"Did you? Hm?" Azul raised his brow at you and proceeded to point to the right spot the knight was supposed to go, "Also that piece moves here. It usually moves in an L shape you see."

"Ohh, I see." You nodded which made Azul confirm that you didn't know how to play chess.

"You see, huh?" He quickly teased you, starting to smirk.

"Okay, maybe I don't know how to play."

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"UNO!"

"Uno?" Azul raised his brow at you again, "Prefect, this is chess."

"Oh, shit."

During the whole time, Azul was teaching you how to play chess and so far...

"Prefect, that's not.. where the pawn.. Okay."

"Prefect, why do you have cards out?"

"Prefect, wh- what happened to my bishop? How did you-"

"Prefect, how did.. huh? I'm losing?"

"Prefect? PREFECT???"

It was going great! On the board, you were winning! Azul was only left with two pawns and a king! He also had no recollection of anything that led to that moment but that doesn't matter because you're winning!

Azul's turn was up as he struggled to move his pieces from yours. He has absolutely no idea how you're beating him. He's usually not that easy to beat but.. you happened to be doing exactly that! Are you secretly very smart? Smarter than him?

That's kind of.. attractive- I MEAN WHAT?! WHAT?! WHO SAID THAT?! NOT ME! OBVIOUSLY!

Azul thought in his head. Again.

Anyways, as he was distracted by his confusion, you were clearly strategizing in your head.

Strategizing how to distract him so you can sneakily take away his pieces.

OKAY, so maybe it's cheating but.. it's not cheating if you get caught and so far you haven't by him. Yet.

It was your turn to move and you purposely bump your hand under the table to knock one of the captured pieces onto the ground. This caught Azul's attention, although he was still facing the board.

As you leaned down to pick up the fallen piece with your left hand, your right hand was trying to take one of his pawns but Azul was swift to notice and grabbed your hand. You sat up fast when you felt his grab.

A looong stare was given from him that it made you nervous and even more nervous.

"W-Why are you holding my hand?" You suddenly asked.

Azul looked at their hands together before getting flustered, his cheeks turning red while he snatched his hand away.

"M-My apologies.. ahem.." He cleared his throat and calmed down, "But.. Your hand was.. Ah.. It was grabbing my piece. Care to explain?"

"Uh.. Well, uhhh.." You were sweating while you tried to decide to make an excuse or tell the truth.

You told the truth.

"Uhm.. So.. I was like.. taking your pieces everytime you were distracted or looking away.. because.. I kinda wanted to win?" You explained to him.

Azul sighed and smiled, "You do realize it's just a game, Prefect?"

"Yeah but like.. I just.. wanted to impress you." You replied.

Honestly, that's what you wanted to do. Impress people but it wasn't just specifically him. However, the way you said it made him think it was so his face quickly turned redder than before.

"I-Impress me?" Azul felt a bit happy but also shy after you said that, "W-Well, I-.. I think you're quite interesting in your own.. way.. You don't need to impress me since I'm.. already impressed by you."

"Oh." You were surprised by his compliment.

Azul paused and stared at you because of your dry answer, "HOW DRY! Don't you have anything else to say to me?"

"I love you?"

Azul froze.

You guys got married btw

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Omg my first writing stuff hey guys I need criticism bc I'm actually trash at grammar and stuff 😭😭

Also I don't know how to write the mc in mc/reader x Azul without them being an ass to Azul HELRPFO like I think it's funny

messing with Azul is like instinct to me 😭😭😭😭😭 I'll try my best to make an nicer mc/reader or smth

Also this is just a test on my writing skills bc I wanna make something with my twst ocs but I wanna write it since I KINDA NEED TO WORK ON IT

#azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst

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fantasyinvader · 3 months ago

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@randomnameless

There’s really something... off about the writing of Three Houses, isn’t there? According to the devs, they wanted players to immerse themselves in Fodlan. It wants us to pick up all the bits of lore and backstory, see the implications of what’s being said, connect the dots and the like. This is all meant to back up the natural progression of the story regardless of which House we pick to teach, in addition to showing the player how wrong the fourth route is if the fact it’s leader wasn’t depicted as the “Lady of Deceit” wasn’t enough of a clue. It’s supposed to be on us to figure out the mysteries and how they work, and the fact the localization changed information that was meant to be clues does not help.

Sure, you can say that “everyone’s a hero from their own POV” and that might be true in the case of Houses. Edelgard and those who join her believe they are heroes and doing the right thing, but that doesn’t mean that they ARE doing the right thing and the point of immersing ourselves in Fodlan is for the things I mentioned above to start making it clear to the audience what the game views as right and wrong. And, again, the localization doesn’t help because it wants to lean into things being morally grey and that it’s not just that the villain believes she is the good guy, it wants her to be the good guy with it’s alterations to the script.

But here’s the issue; the game basically relays a lot of this through exposition. And the game is so freaking focused on handing out exposition we get stuff like characters never bringing up the Flame Emperor again after the reveal. People don’t react to stuff like a normal person would, not when they can give a piece of information for the player’s string board, nor are they capable of piecing things together themselves unless the plot calls for it (like Claude pointing out the diversity at Garreg Mach). Hell, they released Hopes with exposition they couldn’t fit into Houses!

People would be horrified by what Edelgard is doing, and would be commenting on it. Characters would normally call this shit out, even Fates knew that, but in Houses it’s absent and it makes Fodlan feel so shallow as a result. Like the people aren’t even living there, they’re just reciting lines. And this shallowness resulted in people believing the game was saying things were okay because the characters went along with it. Like Hanneman confirms that the empire still uses demonic beasts in Flower if recruited, so what does it say about the noble students given ranks of general by the empire doing so after going through White Clouds and knowing where Edelgard’s war assets come from? Chances are they were all commanding demonic beasts themselves prior to the formation of the BESF.

Houses tries to be smart, but this all makes it feel like it’s secretly poorly written. If people are walking away with the wrong idea of what the game was trying to say, then there’s a big problem there. Translation plays a role, sure, but this all goes back to the game’s original script and how inorganic the worldbuilding actually was.

It reminds me of Gundam Reconguista in G. In the first episode, the very idea of exposition is mocked when the protagonist is asked a question by his teacher. He says everyone already knows the answer so why should he, but the teacher responds by telling him to just repeat the textbook answer. It highlights how artificial most exposition actually is, done for the convenience of the audience rather than making sense in-universe. The show then spends it's time giving exposition when the characters need it rather than for the audience. It made the show harder to follow, sure, but in the end the world felt so thought-out and lived in it felt believable.

Fodlan does not feel believable in the slightest. It feels like everyone there has no attention span whatsoever, or robotic tour guides telling us about the setting rather than the game showing us this crap.

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vanitythevantropist · 5 days ago

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I love my ball python Sir William Snakespeare but he's not smart how can I teach him algebra?

First of all, excellent name. Second of all, clearly he does not have the right attitude so you should get a white board and pretty colorful markers, maybe

#vanitythevantropist #vanity answers

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your-yandere-bestfriend · 1 year ago

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　　　　　ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.Wet dreams.˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

Todoroki Shoto

Based off the song Wet Dreamz by J. Cole.

(Guys do I drop this after a 2 year hiatus or no )

。。。 Though it was the second day of school already, there had already been talk of a new student—most likely gossip overheard from the U.A. staff. Typically a new student wasn’t of much appeal, this was a huge school after all, even though it was prestigious, but what made the U.A. students so chatty about this new student was the fact that she was a foreigner. There had only even been three American students in the long history of U.A. high school, so getting a transfer was not only impressive, due to the fact that she wasn’t required to participate in the entrance exams, and also exciting.

The bell chimed for second blocks end, and next for the students of class 3.A., was the drowse inducing subject. Math. The teachers filtered out in order to teach their proper subject, after all just because this was a hero school didn’t mean that they were excused from engaging in normal, more uneventful subjects. Todoroki sat with perfect posture in the back of the room, awaiting the teachers entrance. His ears perked up when he heard Midoriya speak of the new girl who might’ve been making her first entrance today, though he didn’t quite care for a new student, it honestly had nothing to do with him, he hadn’t found a need for more friends, Midoriya, Uraraka, Iida, and Floppy felt plentiful.

The door slid open, the chattering of the class going still. In walked Cemento, but it wasn’t just him, it was also the new girl, and now that he has seen her with his own eyes, he could understand what the excitement was for. She had mesmerizing, smooth skin, she was delicate looking, with the such pretty eyes, they put his heterochromia ones to shame. Along with her pretty eyes and gorgeous figure her hair was long, around 30 inches, and red just like his left side, Todoroki couldn’t care less if it was real or not. He was sure his mouth was keenly open, but he knew he wasn’t alone, even the girls in the class were shocked at her appearance.

Cemento guided her to the front of the large classroom, in front of the expensive smart board that wasn’t yet displaying geometry problems, thankfully.

Cemento was preparing to give her the go ahead to start speaking but she already took that initiative for herself.

“Hi everyone it’s an absolute pleasure to meet you all! I’m … and I look forward to getting to know each and every one of you,” she beamed.

Sure she was already beautiful but todoroki could feel fire coming out his right side when she smiled revealing a straight line of pretty, white teeth. His multicolored eyes glanced around his classroom, and even the notorious Bakugou was in awe, a sight he has never yet seen.

“It is an absolute honor to have you here … ! Your Japanese is impressive!” Iida stood up moving his arm in the odd robotic like motions, but todoroki doubted anyone missed the telltale pink blush flushed across his pale face.

… bowed in response, traditional Japanese etiquette that she had obviously studied along with the language.

His eyes followed her long legs as she walked to the only empty seat in the room. Right next to him.

#shouto todoroki #anime #bnha #shoto smut #mha #todoroki smut #todoroki x reader #shoto x reader #kittens #mha shoto #shoto x you #shotoncanon #todoroki

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thealmightytrashdump · 7 months ago

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Can you make some headcanon about his childhood? 🤔 i know he was manufactured so i suppose there were some "standards" he needed to follow at that time.

I like to imagine baby wesker couldn't be a child really. Like he was immediately groomed from maybe 7-8 weeks old to be "superior." Taken from his parents at a very very very young age. Raised mostly likely in a strict competitive environment all his life. No wonder this man has a ton of fucking issues.

First off. Getting chosen/kidnapped/orphaned. They had to select a child with quote unquote "superior genes." I'm halfway convinced they chose upper middle class white children, mayhaps with the 1940s Nazi Hilter Aryan race mindset. Spencer was in an older generation with older generation concepts cough RACISM cough so to speak.

So they obtain the child, in order to do whatever the fuck to him, they erase his birth identity from existence. Scrub him from the world and give him the new name they chose to fit the project. Albert Wesker.

Maybe they even went as far as given him a fake birthdate. Not birth year, but a fake birthday. (Basically canon at this point)

Wesker probably couldn't celebrate any holidays, or maybe all he would get as gifts were expensive reading materials/study guides/office supplies. Maybe the toys they gave him were secretly tests and puzzles and whatnot.

Maybe some of the other Wesker children were different ethnicities and they just didn't make it. So in a twisted sense perhaps that confirmed some prejudices that may or may not have been had by Umbrella's founders.

Of course his caretakers would encourage suitable behaviors and discourage certain idealogies. Not necessarily correcting bad behavior per say, more so correcting any undesirable traits like free will and fun. So maybe even from a young age, he was taught that being cruel was okay, maybe necessary to survive his upbringing. He didn't know better and no one was certainly teaching him good morals. Me thinks he wasn't raised religiously, but definitely could be wrong on this.

Of course being specifically chosen to be in the project means he naturally excelled in a boarding school learning environment. He definitely got some excellent af education.

Maybe he was on the autistism spectrum and they catered/designed his education for him specifically to succeed. Maybe they just abused him hard enough for him to learn how to survive despite any perceived learning setbacks. Either way, he did graduate at 17.

I like to think he was privately tutored but also maybe got some public university experience (where he could've met William), but canonically they supposedly met after he got his degrees and was shipped off to the arklay mountains where he worked under Dr. Marcus, right?

I like to think one of his private tutors tried to unbrainwash Albert and the trio founders of Umbrella stopped that nonsense real quick.

He has to have been raised with the other Wesker children and had to have realized their deaths/project failure was too systematic and put two and two together. For sure, Alex was the favorite of Spencer, and Albert (in terms of the wesker program) was average at best. He was superior genetically to Alex, but she was way more Intellectually advanced. Perhaps, he was an unruly child and needed a stricter lifestyle than Alex did. Either way, this is why Umbrella recuited William in, and tried to pit him and Wesker against each other. It would give Albert a goal to work towards, to strive to be better so to speak.

Albert was, of course, intelligent enough to not make enemies of his peers, Alex and William included. But that doesn't mean he liked them. Or hated them. I think he thought of them as coworkers.

His "friendship" with William (who was not raised to be a really smart sheep) definitely introduce some very interesting concepts to Wesker.

'What if not sheep but instead, a sherpard?' Which sparks his initial interest in learning about Spencer (who at this point imprinted himself on Wesker's psyche) and Umbrella. He was initally content with just getting his "dream job" as a researcher in Umbrella, but eventually begins thinking like "a sherpard" thus makes the deal with an increasingly paranoid Spencer to betray Dr. Marcus.

Of course, that means he's still under Spencer's thumb but he's starting to see the fucked up lamp in his dream bubble of a life. So schemes to get out of it by either: convincing Umbrella to let him join the military for some juicy secret B.OW. testing OR attempting to leave his predetermined life via joining the military.

(This would be around the time the virgin Wesker meets the hot dommy future Jake mommy. Mans never stood a chance.)

Either way, he must've not liked the vibes of the military because he immediately comes crawling back to being a researcher in Umbrella. Maybe due to his military experience, he gets promoted to head of security in arklay and selected to be undercover via S.T.A.R.S. Cap Wesker. Two positions, he most likely disliked heavily.

Keeping in mind, around this time, Alex was off on some island being God, William was making breakthroughs with the G virus, and now there's a new bitch(s) introduced as another rival in his life: Alexia Ashford (and her brother) who creates the T veronica Virus.

I imagine at this point, he's getting burned out, overworked, and basically the lowest asshole on the Umbrella totempole among his peers. I bet his ego was bruised and he just got tired of it.

At this point, he only had the T virus credited to him (and William), and he didn't even create it. Dr. Marcus (and co.) created it. All this man has at this point is knowledge and a ton of research and a killer body that survived one progenitor virus (this has enhanced his immune system and most likely gave him his naturally fit buff hot body.)

When the revived Queen leech Dr. Marcus starts fucking things up in the arklay mountains, this motherfucker's first thought after he realized he couldn't contain the problem (as head of security, Wesker would be the problem solver), he fucking decides to dip. "Bollocks to Umbrella." He says, and cuts a deal with some random ass organization/US military and accidentally dies trying to get some last minute B.O.W. research to sell.

Remember he had William design him a specific version of [Insert virus here](I think it was the T virus with some Wesker goop mixed in) so he probably did that as a failsafe, so he could survive. Though, it was probably untested but at this point, his career has basically imploded, and he knew it.

He literally writes that the arklay mountain and the raccoon city incident was the downfall of Umbrella and it was technically his (and William's) fault. He has nothing to lose (except his life), and everything to gain, if his gamble paid off.

And it did. He survives, and gets called a fucking loser by Chris and Jill and also sergei. Lmao. No wonder he was so smug and petty when next he sees them. Wanting to gloat and show off as much as possible.

#They're not wrong #Don't get me wrong #he's fucking smart and intelligent and probably a genius in normal circumstances #he's definitely charming #probably had some amount of common sense #albert wesker #resident evil #biohazard #headcanon #re #This is how I see the history of resident evil #obviously its way more complicated #and the way I see Wesker's character is way more different than anyone else sees him #like maybe i'm just fucking wrong about it all #i just recounted the wesker history lol #and probably got his vibes all wrong #this version of him is interesting to me tho

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sophswritingthings · 2 years ago

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You are evil, sososososo evil because now Mizu calling reader princess is stuck in MY head too! 😭😭Also I didn’t know about that ab hydrangeas and I think their symbolism is quite fitting for that Drabble!!!

So what if mizu and noblewoman!reader were playing a game of Go (the board game we saw seki and akemi play), with lots of smart quips and teasing (SUCH AS MIZU CALLING READER PRINCESS AAAAAA) on each end. But little does reader know, she’s actually abysmal at playing and Mizu has been purposefully keeping the game going for as long as possible by losing pieces

But then reader teases mizu/says something that genuinely distracts her and because mizu was making sure they were on par with eachother, the reader actually wins the game because of how distracted mizu got imagining what reader just said

But because mizu is defensive as hell she quickly snaps out of it and says how she intended to keep the game going because of how reader is so bad, and if reader really wanted to beat Mizu, maybe mizu could “tutor” her in private 👀

pairing: mizu x fem!noblewoman!reader

warning(s): light swearing, god the flirting is palpable and they are idiots

a/n: EVIL????? LMAO. as a writer it is my job to get you invested so you leave more work for me to do!! I do what must be done!!

summary: playing a game of go with mizu, the tension is palpable. the samurai keeps strong, but it’s quick before you break her.

word count: 425 words / 2,257 characters

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“mizu,” you began, moving your white piece to the spot before it. “I am starting to wonder if you actually know how to play.”

you arch an eyebrow at her.

“of course I know how to play,” she hisses, moving her piece to a spot she probably shouldn’t have.

mizu did know how to play. In fact, she wasn’t half bad at it, either it.

she was truly trying to keep the game going for as long as she could.

“I used to play with my sword-father.” she kept her gaze focused on the board, trying to know where you (and she) should place your pieces.

“ah, I see,” you nod your head. “so he taught you, then?”

“yes he did,” mizu murmured.

“well—“ you chuckled, placing your piece directly atop of hers, circling it. “he wasn’t a very good player.”

she scoffed, “I will have you know, princess, he was a fine player.”

“just not good enough,” you giggle as you slid her white piece of the board.

she took in a sharp inhale, moving to also capture one of your pieces.

despite all of your teasing and confidence, she knew you were actually shit at the game.

she’d seen you play with a friend of yours, before. a few times, actually.

never had you won one game.

“hmm, maybe I’m a bit too distracting for your own good, mizu?” you smirked at her, giggling as you saw her face light up.

mizu was stunned, by your words. she didn’t know what to make of them, she truly didn’t.

“ha!” your yelp snapped her out of her thoughts, “I win!”

her eyes widened, big as the sun, staring down at the board.

you were right. you had won.

her eyes narrowed, directing her gaze back up at you.

“bullshit—I was trying to keep the game going so we could talk.” she grumbled.

“hm, yes? Is that true?” you laughed, “are you sure about that?”

“yes, princess, I’ve seen you play before.” she chuckled herself, “I know you can’t play for shit.”

“hm,” you crossed your arms across your chest, that smirk plastered on your face never dipping, “why don’t you teach me, then.”

the proposition sounded.. interesting, to say the least.

sure, she’d taught you things before—a bit with her sword, how to shoot a bow and arrow.

but getting to spend long periods of one-on-one time with you?

that sounded like music to her ears.

“alright,” she conceded. “I’ll tutor you.”

you nod, gathering your feet and bowing to her.

“tomorrow. same time.”

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honoviadakai · 2 years ago

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Diaboys at a Carne Asada with Hispanic S/O/Reader: Mukami edition

Ruki:

The moment you tell him your family invited them to the family Carne Asada, he’s already mentally recalling any and all books he might have in his library about Hispanic culture

The ever well read eldest Mukami son will NOT attend any sort of event without proper preparations sooo…I’d give yourself a week in advance…minimum

He’s also gonna learn the language as best he can

He’s not gonna be 100% fluent but he’s gonna sound like he is and that’s what’s important to him

Once you both arrive he’s met with generally well reception

At least from the women in your family

He’s handsome, well educated and quite the gentleman from their perspective! So don’t be surprised if they start gushing and even asking when you two plan to tie the knot

Now the men in your family…that’s a different story all together…

Depending on how they are, at best they’re indifferent about him and at worst they wanna mess with the “smart boy”

For the love of all that is pure and holy in this world, keep an eye on him so he doesn’t verbally tear someone a new one! 🙏

He’s also not scoring a lot of points with the kids in your family.

He might indulge them in a board game but if they wanna play a physical game like soccer, he’s probably not gonna do it so your cousins think he’s a little lame

He won’t drink beer, it smells too cheap and gross for him

Flat out will not partake in most of the stuff the men do

For example

If they start talking about cars, at best he’s gonna start expositing the history of how cars came to be

They wanna talk about farming? He’s gonna teach them the entirety of this history of agriculture from EVERY culture

Yeeeah…he’s not popular with the guy and some of the kids…

BUT! As stated earlier, he’s a hit with the women in your family!

He’ll help with any cooking and cleaning that anyone needs help with

Might show off and make a few dishes of his own that will be an instant hit with everyone

The dotting and fawning the other women are having towards him might be annoying to a good chunk of your family though

This guy unfortunately radiates too much rich white boy privilege to be truly accepted

Honestly bringing him is so dividing amongst your family that you’re better off bringing him every other invite

Kou:

Hooboi

This one’s gonna be fun 😈

This idea comes courtesy from @magnificentkidclamclod and I couldn’t agree more with her

The second you get the invite, sit Kou down and teach him about Selena (and really any Hispanic artists you can think of)

By the time the day ends, he’s a Selena Stan, memorizing her songs and dances and even thinking of writing a song of his own to honor her

If you show him a document about her life, keep an eye on him cuz the moment he finds out she was murdered and said murderer is alive, he’s gonna try to find her and start shit

As much as we’d all want him to…don’t, we don’t need a bloodbath on our hands here

Now to the party itself

If any family members of your family like J-pop…well I hope you liked hearing while it lasted, cuz the second he walks in, expect loud screams/squeals

He might get swarmed so help him by clearing a path and making it clear that he’s just here to enjoy the event and that he’s taken

He’s not very helpful in the kitchen or anything but your family thinks it’s kinda funny how useless this pop star is in the kitchen so they won’t complain

They’re also gonna tease his low spice tolerance but you and the younger kids will console him

He’s a hit with the kids since he’ll play with them and even perform silly little songs and dances for them

He doesn’t like beer, he prefers sweet, fruity cocktails

He might get teased for them but he’ll probably take the opportunity to drink some humans under the table as petty revenge

He’s gonna score some huge respect points with the men in your family

Now when it comes to the women, expect him to be an official member of the Chisme circle by the end of the night

He. LOVES. It.

It’s not only a good way to learn more about you and your family but it gives him a good space to vent with a genuine support group

This is a good thing for him but it’s kind of a weird thing for you

The reason is because he’s gonna know things about your family before YOU

Someone got a promotion? He knew hours ago

Someone went through a nasty break up? He sent them a gift basket days ago

Someone died? He had the funeral planned months in advance

It’s more than a little off putting…but you don’t have the heart to take that from him 😔

Now he’s canonical a pop idol, so there is no doubt in anyone’s minds that he’s gonna SLAY on the dance floor

But he’s surprisingly very good at singing along to songs, especially Selena songs

Don’t be fooled though, he doesn’t really understand the language, he’s just listened to the songs enough times to know the lyrics word for word 🤣

He’s not gonna learn the language fast but given enough time he’ll learn, eventually

He’s definitely gonna be someone your family hopes you bring at EVERY event

Yuma:

Yuma “Big Bear” Mukami…

Oh he’s gonna be welcomed with open arms

Now before he goes he genuinely might not go because it’s “too much of a hassle, I have gardening to do ya know!”

Tell him there’s free food, alcohol and if the even is gonna be at a ranch, tell him there’s animals and crops

He’s gonna change his tune real quick

Once he goes, he’s gonna have so much fun!

The moment he arrives…everyone is in awe at how big this dude is…it’s gonna boost his already huge ego

Expect him to flex and bost about his monstrous size, he’ll even put kids on his shoulders and spin them around for fun

Your family is gonna LOVE this rowdy man

Big dude in this case means big alcohol tolerance, he’s gonna drink your dad, uncles, grandfather and your neighbors under the table. They might end up adopting him by the time he wins 😆

He’s also very helpful in the kitchen and with cleaning.

He understands the importance of helping out to do hard work so if he sees your mom or someone else needs help, he’s getting off his ass to help

ALL the kids love him and want him to play with them

This dude is gonna become a human(vampiric) jungle gym so don’t get upset if your little cousin and siblings don’t wanna share him because he’s the perfect playmate for them

He’s not as good a dancer as Kou but you bet your bottom dollar he can throw down a good hoedown at least

His dancing style is powerful, aggressive and oddly sexy

Don’t be suprised if some of the women swoon over him

He’ll also help out with any crops and livestock

Hell, he’s even gonna share/swap farming/gardening advice

You might not see him again for a while once he starts talking about this tbh sooo…go get some food ^^;

Speaking of food, this guy eats like it’s the last meal he’s ever gonna eat

He’s also got a high spice tolerance that’s only rivaled by Azusa so the family will be impressed

They won’t be impressed with his Spanish skills but he’s stubborn and absolutely wants to learn for your sake and boy howdy does your family respect the effort

Honestly by the end of the night, it kinda feels like your family loves Yuma more than you 😂

Honestly they’re more excited for you two to get married that you two are soooo hop to it!

Azusa:

Oh Azusa…

Sweet little Azusa…

This one’s…gonna be tricky…

On one hand, you know how oh so sweet this man is and you know that he’d never intentionally hurt your family

On the other hand…it’s Azusa…

….

Listen, you gotta lay down the law with this guy

He’s a sweetheart that loves you with his whole undead heart but you NEED to let him know that he’s not allowed to play with knives or hurt himself in anyway on purpose

Even with a warning and some prep time, your family might not be super positively receptive to him

He’s tiny, looks frail(they bandages don’t help) and he speaks a tad slowly

Honestly your family might initially think he’s terminally ill or something

First thing they’re gonna do is sit him somewhere warm and give him a BIG plate of food

Ofc he’ll accept it gratefully, he’s gonna ask for hot sauce though

You told him about your tia’s extra spicy salsa and he really wants to try it

At first your family advises him not to, but he insists that he can

So they reluctantly give him some…

And he loves it! Hell he’s not even sweating!

That immediately impresses everyone and makes them less tense so they’re more comfortable with him being your lover

He’s gonna scare your little cousins though

Not because he’s being mean or hurting them

It’s cuz they asked him to play soccer…

The kids accidentally kicked the ball in his face and made his nose bleed, but Azusa didn’t even react much and even asked if they wanted to do that again but harder

This unnerves the kids but he’ll remember your words

He’s gonna try to be playful and act silly for them, it might not work for all of them but some of the kids will like him at least

He helps out when he can but…he’s just really accident prone…keep an eye on him when he’s washing dishes…please

He’s gonna drink with the men just to be polite, but he honestly doesn’t like beer

But if it’s to make your family happy, he’ll happily choke down the bitter beer

The men can tell but they honestly think it’s sweet that he’s enduring drinking with them just to keep everyone happy

They’ll eventually stop him and offer him some horchata or jamica instead

Azusa isn’t good at fast paced dancing, slow dancing is more his forte so get ready to be swept off your feet 😉

His Spanish skills….well they’re abysmal at best

He’s gonna eventually learn basic phrases like “Mi nombre es Azusa” or “¿Donde esta el baño?” But that’s about all he’s gonna know for a few years

Spanish is tricky for him so be patient

Over all your family does like him…but they think he’s odd…very sweet! But very odd…

Be careful when bringing him because he’s the one between the Mukami’s that might accidentally let them know he and his family are vampires

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"THANKS"

I WROTE ANOTHER FIC WITH DAVE

I hope you like it! 😊🖤☝

Dave had always had a weakness for girls older than him.

The countless porn videos he had on his computer were proof enough of that.

That's why, when he arrived at class that morning and the principal told them that Mrs. Monroe had retired, he feared the worst, just like all his classmates.

Everyone thought they'd get the typical nice lady to teach that class for the rest of the year.

That's when you appeared.

Dave wasn't expecting it at all.

When he saw you walk in, it was as if you were doing it in slow motion before his eyes.

Your orange dress fell below your knees, you wore a white flower headband, and your makeup was natural.

You placed the books you were holding on the desk and looked at your new students until your gaze stopped on him, his jaw almost hanging open.

You giggled when he looked so absorbed in your thoughts, and Dave blushed, thinking you'd seen him being an idiot, when you really didn't care.

In fact, you thought it was pretty adorable.

"Well, as the principal told you, Mrs. Monroe has retired," you flashed a radiant smile. "I'm Miss Y/N, but you can just call me Y/N," you introduced yourself. "I'll be teaching you algebra from now until the end of the semester," you explained. "Any questions?"

"Yes," a boy in the back row said. "Where have you been all my life, darling?" he blurted out, and a chorus of laughter and whistles accompanied him.

You smiled helplessly, grabbing a piece of chalk from the blackboard in your right hand and your book in your left.

"I understand you were stuck on the dependent and independent variables, right?" A nod echoed through the classroom. "Okay, open your book to page forty. Let's get some work done."

You wrote several equations on the board, and Dave watched as you solved them quickly and easily.

He'd never seen anyone do it that way before.

He stared at you, so lost in the way your hair curled slightly around your ears that he didn't hear what you said.

"What?" he asked, snapping out of his reverie, making you smile.

"Lizweski," you called after him. "Can you tell me the mistake in the first equation?"

Dave read the equation carefully before pointing to the middle area with his index finger.

"The exponent is wrong," he said. "If the answer is twenty-five, the five has to be squared, not cubed," he explained, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"Okay," you smiled, then fixed your gaze toward the back of the class, nodding at someone. "You, the one who made the comment before," you indicated. "Could you tell me what's wrong with the second equation?"

"I don't know, I was just looking at you," he smiled. "They shouldn't have women like you teaching. You're a distraction with legs," he said, moving his gaze down your body in a disgusting way. "Nice legs, I have to say."

"Enough," you blurted out. "Those comments are completely inappropriate." I don't think anyone treats me that way, not you or anyone else," you nodded at Dave. "You'd be better off imitating Lizewski," you blurted out. "He's very smart, and most importantly, he's educated, which you lack." You pointed at the door with your index finger. "To the principal's office, now," you ordered. "I'll probably expel you for this, so when you come back, I don't want to hear any kind of lewd comments about me ever again. Have I made myself clear?"

The boy nodded, unable to articulate a word.

"I didn't know nerds were your type, Miss Y/N," he said sarcastically.

The bell rang signaling the end of the hour, causing you to let out a tired sigh due to the tension you felt.

"Okay, correct these equations and solve them tomorrow, please," you asked as the students began to leave the classroom

Dave stuffed his things into his backpack to leave, but before he could, he heard you calling his name.

"Lizewski," you murmured. "Can we talk for a moment?"

He swallowed hard, as this was starting to sound like the opening lines of several of his porn videos.

He shook his head to clear those thoughts and focused on you.

"Sure," he cleared his throat, closing the classroom door.

You watched him for a moment before you started speaking.

"I was surprised by how quickly you spotted the mistake in the equation earlier." You pointed at it with your thumb. "How did you do it?"

"I don't know," she murmured sincerely. "I… saw the operation, and I just recognized the mistake as soon as I saw it."

You were silent for a while, until it was Dave who intervened this time.

"Hey, I'm really sorry about what Dylan said," she murmured. "He's an asshole, he's always messing with the appearance of other girls in our class in much worse ways."

"I don't mind people telling me off, Dave," you replied. It was the first time you called him by his name, "What I don't like is when they say it that way, as if he were just a sack of meat created for their visual enjoyment."

"I know," he snorted. "I would have kicked his face in if I could, but I think he would have broken my hand in the process." He laughed, making you mimic his gesture. "Before," he continued. "Is what Dylan said true?"

"Depends on what you're talking about," you replied. "Your partner said a lot of things."

"About you liking nerds," he whispered, nervously adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. "I-I mean…" He shook his head from side to side. "Forget it… I don't know why I asked that…"

"Yes."

"What?"

“Dylan was right,” you confessed. “Nerds have always been my type, although I wouldn’t call them that.” You smiled. “I like the word ‘intellectuals’ better.”

“That’s another way of saying the same thing,” Dave laughed, his cheeks flushed. “Well, I… should go. My next class starts in five minutes.”

“Okay,” you smiled pleasantly. “It’s been nice talking to you, Dave,” you murmured. “You’re a very smart kid. I’m sure you’ll go far.”

“Thanks… I…” he swallowed hard. “No one’s ever said anything like that to me.” He held your gaze for a moment before nervously scratching the back of his neck. “I have to go, but I enjoyed talking to you too.”

“I’ll see you in class tomorrow,” you said, waving goodbye.

Dave opened his locker and grabbed the books he needed for his class.

Even though he tried to concentrate on what the teacher was explaining, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. her oldest and most beautiful advanced algebra teacher.

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shhh-secret-time · 1 year ago

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Lucky Number 13, Baby

"Definitely need a chapter 2, So take your looks at comments.

This is what I'm made of. Torn jeans, tattoos, and stray child terror!

Lucky Number 13, baby!"

Chapter 1

Her tongue pushes against the small black rings on her bottom lip, knocking the hoops from side to side. The poor teacher's voice seemed to fade further and further away as she continued the rythmatic clicking. She knew she'd regret not paying attention later when she was struggling to do the homework the teacher was sure to assign her and the rest of the class, but right now her mind was elsewhere.

It was outside the classroom, wandering around to nothing. Her thoughts bouncing around in her head like that old DVD symbol not quite hitting the corner of the screen. That's what she'd compare it to anyway when she went absent minded like this. Right now, the only thing on her mind was the pack of cigarettes tucked away in the faded oversized varsity jacket, big blocky white letters with her last name printed on the back.

Wellman. 13.

Lucky number thirteen given to her when she joined the school's basketball team, something she wore like a badge of honor. The jacket grew with her developing character from the patches going down the arm of the sleeves to the old energy drink stains down the front. Because of the nasty habit, the jacket had the scent of cigarettes trapped inside it; holding the contraband in the deep pockets.

The lip rings were supposed to be a way to stop her from smoking, again something she just told herself to justify the reckless D.I.Y piercings she gave herself. The crumbled pack rolled in her palm, probably crushing them further, but it helped the itch in her palm. The need to just hold it in her lips and taste the burn in the back of her throat. She bit her lip rings again and let out a little exhale, knocking her boots together before perching one on top of the other.

Fuck this wasn't helping. Maybe she could slip out with the typical bathroom excuse. Pulling the nurse card wouldn't work, the nurse hated her. Too many trips after a night of drinking and using the nurse's office as an excuse to get a few extra minutes of sleep. An energy drink was starting to sound good right now, her body just craved something terrible. Something that would shave a few years off her life.

Yeah, that sounds good.

"Jean. Jean!"

Her head snaps towards the front of the classroom when she hears her name being bellowed by the teacher. The frown and disapproving look told her everything she needed to know that she was in trouble. Jean sat up in her chair and gave the teacher a sheepish smile. The braided pigtails resting on her shoulder swung forward as she did.

"Hey teach~. You uh.... you wanted something?" Jean bit back a smile trying to creep up across her lips, but the snickers in the classroom weren't helping.

"As a matter of fact, you can. You can answer number thirteen on the board like I asked you to a minute ago." If looks could kill Jean would be dead three times over.

"Not what I meant when I asked for something to shave years off my life, universe." She thought to herself as her eyes scanned the whiteboard.

It wasn't the silence or the group of eyes on her that was the problem, it was the anticipation; the fact that class wouldn't continue until either the teacher gave up or she gave an answer. Jean squints a few times like she's trying to come up with an answer, even going so far as to cock her head. Her eyes bounced away from the board for a moment over towards the only person she knew would throw her a lifeline, the only person who was smart enough to know the answer to any of these questions.

Wendy Testaburger, who always sat at the front with perfect posture and perfect hair. Perfect clothes and with perfect grades to match. Now Jean was banking on her perfect mind, and she could see it in those perfect eyes that Wendy knew it. She watched as the ravenette sighed and mouthed at her.

Jean's face lit up with a grin. That's another I.O.U for Miss Testaburger.

"Why teach, I think the definition of a long... longitutde-", she squints back over towards Wendy again who only rolled her eyes and mouthed-, "longitudinal! Longitudinal wave caused by vibrations and carried through a substance of sort would be a... sound wave." Jean ends the sentence with a relaxed smile and a click of her tongue.

"What the fuck does longitudinal even mean?!"

Jean wasn't expecting the teacher to lighten up when she gave him the answer, in fact, him pinching the bridge of his nose was about par for the course. It wasn't the first time the man tried to single her out, but here of late it felt like every other day he was trying to make her choke. Like he was trying to make her feel bad for staring off into space. Some part of her knew that responding with shitty remarks didn't help, but if he wanted to pick, she could pick back.

"Right. Jean, stay after class, we can talk about how the only reason why you're barely passing my class is because of Miss Testaburger. Wendy stop encouraging Miss Wellman's behavior." His tone was cold and dismissive as he turned back to the board to continue his lesson.

"Yes sir."

It was one thing to scold her, but Wendy? Jean's heart sunk a little in her throat, the feeling of guilt clawing its way up to the back of her mind. Yeah, she owed her big time. The rest of the class was a blur if she wasn't checked out before she was now. Confining herself to her own little mind prison again. Lucky number thirteen indeed. When the bell rang, it was like a weight was lifted off her shoulders.

"This prisoner is free to go with parole!"

She slung the canvas messenger back over her shoulder and made a beeline towards Wendy's desk. Her boots nudged the side of the desk in her hurried attempt to catch the woman, her hands coming down on the desk in a desperate attempt to make it look natural.

"Wemdy!" The nickname slips past her lips with a little chirp. "Hey, I'm super sorry about that! I didn't mean to get you in trouble with the teach! Between you and me I think the dude's got it out for me, he's got such a stick up his ass." She whispers that last part.

She's expecting that perfect smile. That perfect little giggle she does when the girls say something funny or when she receives a compliment, Wendy was always the type to get flustered from praise. But when she doesn't even smile at her she goes pale, that feeling of guilt rears its ugly head again. It's worse when she realizes Wendy isn't even mad, little flashes of pity come across her face.

"Jean, it's fine. Just please try to pay more attention. I can't keep getting in trouble for you."

"You won't! I mean, I will! I was just kinda having an off day, you know how it is!" The desperation in her voice to fix the little situation she's put herself in comes off a little too strong for her liking.

"You're always having an off day. Look, I know it's hard and you know I'm always going to help you if you need me...just don't abuse it okay?" Wendy finally gives her that smile as she stands up, the tension in the air being worked out like a sore muscle.

"Right...look I'll make it up to you! I promise! You saved my ass again Testaburger, you're a hero! Queen shit for real for real!"

Jean grins at her when Wendy finally lets out that laugh. Her shoulders relax and she can feel stomach start to settle again. She felt like a junky who finally got a fix, the rush of withdrawal into the rapture of her smile.

"That's three now you owe me Jean, expect me to collect soon."

"Anything you want~ you just gotta name it beautiful." Maybe the wink was a little unnecessary, but it got the results when Wendy laughed again.

"Careful, I wouldn't go flirting with me when you still have to stay after class. I'm not really into rule breakers." Jean can feel her stomach do flips when she pokes her nose.

"Ah if I can't flirt with my homies before getting yelled at, am I really living?" She jokes back with a little shrug.

Wendy smiles at her and shakes her head before speaking. "Seriously though Jean, I know you mean well. But you've gotta get it together, okay? I'm not here to lecture you but...we're seniors about to graduate. Have you even thought about if you're going to college or not."

That knot in her stomach returned, the subject made everything numb. It used to make her feel sick, nowadays it just doesn’t make her feel at all. Static on a tv was a good way to describe it, drawing a blank whenever the talk of the future came up. Her hands go for the pack of cigarettes again taking comfort in the smooth plastic.

"Uh...well I don't think I'm going to college; school clearly isn't my scene. I was thinking..." She stops as Wendy picks up her textbook and tucks it into her arms, "...doesn't matter! I'll figure it out Wens, you've done enough for me today! I won't burden you with this!"

Her tone changes, but she's not fooling anyone. The grin on her face doesn't reach her eyes, and she knows it. Wendy isn't stupid. It's a losing battle to try and fool her. But thankfully, she doesn't pry.

"Well, when you are ready to talk about it, Kyle, Heidi, and I started a little group to try and help other students figure out where they want to go after they graduate. You should come to one!"

"Isn't that Macky's job?"

The two stare at each other for a while until Wendy raises a brow at her. Then it's laughter that echoes the classroom. A silent joke shared between friends.

"Right. I'll think about it, Wens."

"Nope. I'm cashing in those favors; you're coming to at least three of the meetings. One with me, one with Heidi, and one with Kyle."

"No! Wait come on just make me do something embarrassing or ask me to play smoke on the water like everyone else fucking does." Jean's desperation was back, the shameless begging turned to whining.

"Nope. I've made up my mind. You want to make it up to me Jean you'll come to these meetings to better yourself. I'm only doing this because I love you." Wendy turns and pokes her nose again but this time it's not as cute as it was the first time.

"Fuck, god damn it woman. Fine. Just text me the deets and I'll be there." Her hands come up to the bright purple and pink slouch hat on her head, pulling it down over her eyes.

"I'll do you one better! We made little cards!" Wendy fishes into her purse and pulls out a vanilla business card with the three last names written on the bottom.

She was almost impressed, the handwriting had to be Heidi's just from the way the dots above the i's looked so bubbly. From under the brim of her hat she skimmed over the card, taking note of the classroom they were using to host the little meetings. It looked like the hours were strictly after school and that they tried to work around any other after school activities. That meant using basketball as an excuse was out of the question.

"You guys really went all out. So... next Tuesday I just show up?"

"Yep! Trust me, this will be really good for you! I'll see you later, okay? Oh! I hope you don't get detention again." She gives her a little look of pity again before she leaves, a small squeeze of her hand and she's bolting out the door.

That look of pity felt different than the other one, it left Jean glued to her spot. Standing there wondering why, why did it feel different? The first time it almost felt like Wendy felt sorry for her, sorry that she was the way that she was.

"No. Wendy wouldn't think like that. Not Wendy." Her thoughts were getting louder as students moved past her towards the door. "You should be sorry you are the way that you are. You got in her trouble. You're making her drag you to that stupid meeting, making her waste her time on you."

That little voice that wasn't quite hers rang out in her mind, its fists banging against her temples like a hammer on a nail. She swallows the lump in her throat as she shoves the card in her coat pocket, shaky hands crushing the card.

Before the ice could settle in her veins her phone buzzed, breaking her out of the little trance she was falling into. Her hands find the small device and pull it out of her pant pocket, and for the second time that day she feels like she's been thrown a lifeline.

Stan "The Man" Marsh - 1:02pm

Starks Pond after school? We can grab a case on the way.

Yeah, that sounds really good.

Prologue | 1 | 2

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