#and also do regular homework

[wastedonthesebutterflies]

Ughhhhh

[heliianth]

alluka makes me sooooooo sad bc in any normal situation she would probably be such a good friend like she'd vehemently stand up to bullies and plan really good sleepovers and go to parties full of ppl she doesnt know just to make someone comfortable and probably get really obsessed with one type of animal in the way most kids do at some point (my money is on marine life or bugs tbh). but instead she got locked in a box. AND she still manages to be a good friend!!!! 💥💥

[tvlandofficiall]

Chapter 4 predictions?

honestly i have NO idea. ch4 is in what i like to call the thursday of the story – the part where all of the major players have been introduced but where we're still not quite at the height of the action yet. ch1&2 have set up our status quo, ch3 will likely kick the conflict regarding said status quo into full gear, and that leaves ch4 to be in a sort of odd place of rising tension before ch5 comes and that tension finally begins to snap. this is why i think ch3 will have a break in the established formula and be 100% tv world focused, while ch4 may briefly return to the light world intro > dark world gameplay > light world outro formula before it is done away with entirely in favor of the dark world taking center stage.

i don't think ch4 will be a full light world chapter (w/ some castle town on the side given the sweepstakes) at all, regardless, because 1. the light world does not have much in the way of gameplay and is extremely limited in your options for exploring/talking to people and 2. you cannot save your game in the light world, which would mean you would have to be stuck at your computer or game system until you got a moment to wander freely and head to castle town. i guess this could kind of be a metaphor for the archetypical player's neglect to consider any misery they cause kris or the other characters when prioritizing their undertale nostalgia (ie. sealing the fountains fast to see what the undertale characters are up to;) but it seems like it'd just be a poor way to execute that when there are other, far clearer ways to communicate that idea like the way the game uses the aformentioned fountain sealing idea. the dark world being the focus doesn't just make sense from the standpoint of it being a focus for the dehumanized characters or a focus for the characters who are going to get merch&therefore be the faces of the game, it's also mechanically the way to go. forcing someone to have one save point they have to trek back to over and over for a good four to five hours of gameplay isn't even something the undertale no mercy route does – you've got your save points there.

[aq2003]

if anyone cares i'm doing my richard ii writing assignment on the one word dt fucked up in the official recording of his performance

[mamawasatesttube]

have u ever thought about a kid fic for timkon? or thoughts about what they would be like with kids

only tangentially. i don't really like kidfic myself (nothing wrong with it, just doesn't really scratch the brain itch for me personally yk?) so it's not a trope that i tend to ponder. that said, sometimes i do think about kon and lophi coparenting babymartha, and also of kon finding some clone child in a fucked up lab and going "tim 🥺 can we keep her 🥺"

but overall i tend to hc them childfree!! partly bc i think they would talk about it a lot bc i think they both like kids and are good with them (kon especially but you put an autistic child in front of tim and 99% of the time they CLICK. said child will now be following tim around like a duckling), but are also more involved in vigilante/hero life than they'd like to be if they were to be parents. and neither of them is really willing to fully retire. so instead i like them opting into more of the found family route and mentoring younger heroes instead + being the BEST uncles to cissiecassie's kids ♥

[tarantula-hawk-wasp]

Mad I have an overwhelming amount of homework this weekend bc I want to draw

[wemlygust]

Also don't forget the Uyghurs, who are still being forced into "re-education" genocidal internment camps. If you are against the genocide of Palestinians, be against this too. Also don't forget the fact that China extradites escaped North Koreans back to North Korea. America is very much fucked up; we all know how easy it is to list American atrocities for days, but that doesn't automatically mean that all the U.S. government's enemy nations are beautiful and perfect and have no major skeletons in their closets. This includes their modern, present-day closets. But of course, a government does not speak for individual people. There are good people in China, just as there are everywhere else.

Can we please get one thing straight?

Nobody should be giving Mao Zedong any ups. None whatsoever.

This is a man who accidentally killed tens of millions of his own citizens (look up Great Leap Forward) and then killed or brutalized millions more on purpose while also decimating his country’s intellectual and artistic landscape in ways that took decades to recover from (look up the Cultural Revolution - and if you could stomach that Neil Gaiman article, you may be able to stomach firsthand accounts from survivors of it).

I LOVE what’s happening on 小红书 right now! I am SO EXCITED for more Americans to realize the lies they’ve been sold about modern China and to discover this rich cultural, historical, and linguistic landscape that many of us in Chinese fandoms have become obsessed with.

But do not romanticize Mao or the devastation he wrought. The only reason he’s still venerated there is that the CCP felt like admitting he was wrong would undermine people’s trust in The Party and so after his death they managed to blame most of the worst of his shit on his wife Jiang Qing and the Gang of Four.

There are other issues, obviously - it will be interesting to see what happens when TikTok refugees run up against CCP censorship, which tends to be harder to get around than just saying “unalive” - but this is one that I’m truly worried about. Don’t forget that capitalism and communism are economic systems, not systems of government, and they can both be paired with many types of government - yes, we’ve got a guy who wants to be a capitalist dictator, but that doesn’t make Mao less of a communist dictator.

[fifty-ten]

they need to invent a new kind of midterms that aren't midterms

[oh23]

one au im working on is jason coming back from the dead, and from the league, but not as red hood. he just sort of, is too tired and traumatized to continue being an anti hero and be all violent or take it out on his dad, so he sorta comes back as just bruce's Son, yk?

anyways, fast forward, He's just the child of the fam who does NAWT do any vigilante stuff. He's a Regular college student (ha ha) studying Literature and maybe some Art or fancy shit idk.

He stays up with tim doing assignments while Tim works on cases, Works out casually in the gym while his brothers spar. Does homework in the mornings while the rest come back from patrols, makes them cereal or breakfast.

His college gossip has the whole house hooked, nobody gives a fuck about the Riddler's foiled plans, everyone just finishes up and comes up for movie night and Jason, with his half finished popcorn goes "So you know Jessica and Tyler from History class who got caught last week for making out -? Yeah you're not gonna believe what they did today-" and Everyone would lose their minds asking for the Continuation.

Bruce lets jason hang out in his Office, or even with the League cos he's just chill like that.

Bruce calls him his Most Normal Son. "Why can't all of you just be like Jason?" He thinks atleast twice every day when he finds Damian and Tim covered in eggs on opposite banisters.

there's also this version where Jason is like ur hot nerd rich and quiet chill college mate; like he's buff and hot, but also an absolute nerd and doesn't have many friends, and comes and goes on a million dollar definitely customized bike (Wayne Money).

And he has this bright red custom helmet.

NOW: hear me out.

The vigilantes of Gotham have gained a very anonymous and random aid; a guy who just randomly comes at critical moments on a black bike and bright red helmet to patch any vigilante who's down.

Most rogues assume he's just a Non-bat bystander who's stalking the bats and rogues and trying to help , but ofc, its actually Jason, who in his free time pulls up but just with 2 guns and a first aid kit.

He either patches them up or takes them away if they need. His helmet is bulletproof, and his bike too. He shows up in black outfits.

Never really joins the fight, but doesn't hesitate to pull out a gun while patching the Bats up.

He's chatty and sassy, super chill.

Non- vigilante, provides med support, doesn't follow the no killing rule, can cook; he jokes he's the Next Alfred.

[chaot1c0]

flirtatiously - kuroo t.

if anything, kuroo wasn't only good at blocking.

he was also good at confusing you.

kuroo had a knack for confusing you.

whether it be through random facts he'd say about science, or through his teasing.

like last week, for example, when he leaned in to help you with your homework.

"close, but not correct. switch these two and then that's your answer." he said, leaning in. you could smell his cologne, mixed in with his regular woody scent. your brain almost short circuited from his proximity, from how his scent enveloped you like a warm hug.

little did you know, with your back to him, you couldn't see his smirk. his oh-so confident smirk. he knew what he was doing, he knew the impact it had on you. did he love it? absolutely.

kuroo always teased you. it was so often to the point where it felt natural, and that made you wonder whether it was just something he did for you, or if it was something he did for all the girls he talked to.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

"did you know that giraffes are 30 times more likely to get struck by lightning compared to humans?" kuroo asked, his spiky hair coming into your peripheral as you finished up your notes.

"that means you and I get more time together compared to if we were giraffes," kuroo grinned, not missing the way your movements faltered, or the way your cheeks flushed a pretty pink.

you merely huffed, playing it off. "shut up, tetsu." you continued your writing, barely conscious of the nekoma captains' staring. his eyes trailed after your every move in a trance-like state. if anyone else had seen him then and there, they'd know he was in love.

but you didn't, because every time, his teasing seemed to make you overthink.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

kuroo had practically begged you to go to his game, explaining why you were sitting in the stands, cheering along nekoma.

the score was 23-21, and barely on the first set. the match was pretty interesting, but the thing (or person in this case) that caught your eye was the captain himself.

with his 6'1 towering frame, you watched in awe as he stopped spikes from going past the net. sometimes he'd completely stop them, other times he'd slow them down for his teammates to get them.

and when he scored a point? he'd flex his arms, his back muscles practically showing against his jersey as he flexed, leaving you to helplessly stare.

you only snapped out of your daze when he turned, giving you a subtle wink and a wide grin as he caught your gaze.

kuroo, ever the flirt.

was it real, or was this what he did for every girl he talked to?

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

you wondered this, even as he nervously stumbled over his words, a huge blush coating his cheeks and ears.

where was the flirtatious and teasing kuroo you knew?

who had replaced him with this imposter that was a nervous wreck?

truth be told, you didn't know.

and so you remained confused, even as he pulled out a whole gift basket for you. even as he struggled to get out the words to ask you out, his eyes flitting around nervously.

you barely registered his confession, leaving kuroo nervous.

was this a joke?

was this real?

you couldn't tell the difference between either.

however, you took a few moments to further inspect kuroo.

he wasn't teasing. his eyes looked different, more sincere. more genuine.

it shocked you, but not as much as it did when you said yes, when the words escaped from your lips without much thought.

an action produced from the depth of your heart.

something you didn't know you wanted, up until now.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

teasing or not, you and kuroo ended up together.

teasing or not, your paths were intertwined, weaved together by that golden thread of fate.

and maybe, that wasn't such a bad thing. especially when the ring on your finger glinted so beautifully in the sun.

kuroo certainly didn't regret this one bit either.

I have no idea what I just wrote don't come after me please

[ruesol]

Mechanic Sukuna purposely lies about your car so he can see you again.

Notes: not proofread, fem!reader

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Sweaty, grimy, and greasy. Three adjectives you’d use to describe the local repair shop. It was always filled with muscled men who always seemed to have a permanent scowl on their face, intimidating anyone who wanted help with their vehicle.

Which is why you always sent your (only) male friend there to order any kind of complicated repair work on your behalf. As a woman, you did not want to be subject to all the scrutinizing stares and intentionally inflated prices for services that would otherwise be cheap or free of charge.

Your car was your baby. A haven if you will. It was much better to take naps in there rather than sit and do homework in the library during the long gaps in your class schedule. It was the best to use in the late months of spring, with the AC blowing right in your face as you dreamt about sleeping on an iceberg.

But alas, it also had to break down when the heat was at its highest and your friend had gone on a trip with his partner.

You were now conditioned to go to the place you dreaded most. You got rid of all your pretty accessories stuck and dangling off of different parts of your car. You were not going to be a victim of chauvinism. Especially not by mechanics- it just hurts more with them of all people.

As expected, all eyes were on you (mainly because you were the only girl in the shop and you looked like you had seen a ghost). All the men there looked like they belonged to a gang- brutish, crass words slipping out of their mouths like it was nothing, grease all over their faces, and regular safety uniforms altered to show off their muscle tank tops.

Your eyes just shifted around the place. You weren’t even sure how the system worked. Were you supposed to walk over to them or did they just come to you? Did you have to get an appointment before arriving like it was a doctors office or-

“I recognize that dump.”

You turned to see who in their right mind had to say that about your ass. You hadn’t been hit on a lot in your life, but you knew how to differentiate between flattery and sexual harassment. The other men were quick to go back to their tasks, not wanting to watch your reaction.

“Excuse me?” You squeaked out with as much anger in your voice as possible (you were more like a yipping Pomeranian).

The pink haired man in front of you looked like the definition of bad news. Stark black tattoos against his pale skin, burn and cut scars all over his arms, and his pink hair was pulled back by a black bandana. With the way him and the other men looked, it seemed like all mechanics had to do a course in ‘Intimidation 101: how to look like a convict.’

“Talkin’ ‘bout your car, sweetheart. Some guy is always comin’ in here with that thing.”

Sweetheart. Passive aggressive prick

“Oh, I’m sorry. That guy’s my friend. This is actually my car and the AC is just not working properly. I think it’s broken.”

You watched as he walked over to your car and examined the interior. “Flaps are fine. I think we might have to open it up and take a good look inside. Might even have to replace the thing.”

He noticed your shifty gaze, probably worried about how much you were going to have to pay for the whole thing. Adorable.

“I know a guy who gives discounts for it. You a college student?” His unnaturally handsome face looks concerned for you. You weren’t expecting it but you welcomed it. With caution of course. You nodded meekly while looking at him. Maybe mechanics weren’t scammy towards women after all.

He clapped his hands and grinned, sharp canines visible in all their glory. The man looked like the human version of a tiger. “Then it’s basically free. Don’t worry about the cost. You can leave your car here. Want me to call an uber for ya?”

He noticed the not-so-discreet glances from his coworkers but kept his eyes trained on your wimpish face.

“I’m alright. Um, thank you. Do I have to leave my number or do you guys have that on file?”

“We do have a number but I’m guessing that belongs to your friend cause he’s always the one to come here and pick your car up after service.”

“You’re right. I think I might have to give mine.”

As stupid as it sounds, he wanted to do a cartwheel, it’s like everything was falling into place. Cute girl with car problems, no boyfriend (as far as he knows), and he gets her number.

He was going to get a celebratory beer after work.

His colleagues could see the pep in his step but didn’t bother to say anything knowing that you were still there- even if you looked like your mind wasn’t present.

He returned with a clipboard and bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from scaring you with his beaming smile.

“I’m Sukuna by the way.” He smirked as he noticed the deep blush on your cheeks. You stammered out your name to him and he swore that he could almost envision it on an elegant white card a few years from now.

“See you soon,” he said before walking away with a new air of confidence around his gait.

After you left, his friend, Toji, abandoned the car he was working on to follow Sukuna to the office. “There’s no way in hell you know someone who can install a new AC for free. I paid hundreds to fix mine.” Sukuna didn’t even look at his friend while he was talking. He just kept staring at you through the window while you were getting into your cab.

“There’s nothing wrong with her AC. She just needed to clean the filters.”

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New serie- who said that? 👁️👄👁️

[healedlover]

YOU WIN, NOW ITS MY TURN

summary: academic rivals, with benefits. you and gojo agreed to grant each other whatever the other desired. pairing: gojo satoru x fem!reader cw: college setting, academic rivals, p in v, fluff I think, make out sesh, cocky gojo, dirty talk, praise a/n: Lowkey been thinking about gojo these past days, quick one shot but also my first gojo fic...sighs

— 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ —

"Man, that test was difficult," Gojo jokes.

You and him had been academic rivals since the start of middle school and you still were in college. but this time, the prizes were different.

In middle school, if he won, you would have to do his homework for the week. and if you won, he would do your work. Simple.

Now that the two of you have gotten older and more mature, Gojo wanted to switch up the rules a bit. 

Instead of you doing his homework, he’d ask you to do him instead.

After every test, he knew he was going to beat you. He always studied a week in advance and somehow always aces it. But you, you were always one or two marks behind him, and never won since. 

Usually they give the marks a day later and you were dreading the day to come. But for this test, you studied your ass off like crazy, and when you did the test it seemed easy? You just hoped you passed Gojo for once.

The next day rolled along and you went to class, sitting in your regular spot. You felt a presence creep up next to you and Gojo stares at you with a wide grin plastered on his face.

"What's got you so happy?" you mutter, flicking your pencil around your fingers. Gojo chuckled and took off his glasses and cleaned them with the hem of his shirt.

"That you're going to have to give me my prize today"

You scoff and mutter something incoherent under your breath, Gojo just stares at you and puts his glasses back on. Before either of you could speak again, the professor interrupts and calls down everyone to get their tests.

Sighing, you get up from your seat and walk over to the professor's desk, he hands over the tests one by one, and when you get yours...

100 percent?!

you smile at your paper and head back to your seat, Gojo follows momentarily and sits down next to you, staring at his paper and sneaking a few glances at you.

"Ready?" you ask.

He nods and you both flip your paper at the same time.

You never forgot the expression on Gojo's face when he saw you got a hundred, and he got a 95.

"What?! Are you sure this is your test?"

You chuckle and Gojo snatched your test, comparing his and yours, his eyes darting from question to question as he noticed all the mistakes he made.

He let out an angry sigh and slammed the tests on the desk before turning his body towards you.

"What do you want?"

"Just a kiss."

"That's it? I'm sure I could give more.." he teased, you rolled your eyes and grabbed your test back from his side of the desk.

"I'll be busy, we have another test tomorrow and I need to study for that."

"just come over to my place and study there, I'll give you your reward and we can study together, same subject right?"

What an odd request, Gojo never really recommended studying together. But you were a little intrigued at the idea. All you had to do was get your kiss, study for a few hours, and go back home, couldn't be that hard, right?

"Fine."

Gojo let out a small chuckle and turned back around to his seat.

As the day progressed, time started to go by really fast. You were supposed to go to Gojo's place in an hour and you haven't started on any homework beforehand, all you were worrying about is what you were going to wear.

Eventually, you found a suitable outfit and packed your things and waited for the time to go by.

Half an hour passed and you left your place to start walking over to Gojo's. He was only a ten minute walk away and you were dreading for the moment to happen.

You finally got to Gojo's place ten minutes later, you stood in front of his door and gave it a few knocks. shuffling was heard on the other side and the door flung open to reveal Gojo in a large t-shirt while his hair was messy and his glasses were out of place.

"hi satoru"

Gojo greeted you back and grabbed onto your wrists, dragging you inside his place. you've only been there a couple of times and it looked the same the exact time.

it was always clean and organized like crazy, and he had a bunch of collectables, way too much.

the two of you got to the living room and sat down along the coffee table, Gojo brought out his textbooks and notebooks, lying them on the table across from him. You eventually did the same.

"lets start, and then I'll give you your kiss whenever you want!" Gojo cheered, opening his textbook to a random page and started on the work.

"oka–"

"by the way, how'd you get a hundred on the last test?"

"I studied a bit more than I should've."

"hm, okay." Gojo lifted the end of his pen to his lips and pondered for a few minutes as he stared at the textbook for a few second before an idea sparked in his mind.

"lets quiz each other after studying, okay?"

"sure, lets do that."

Gojo nodded and started studying, and you did the same.

an hour passed and the two of you got a lot of studying done. You haven’t talked to each other the whole hour. The cold, silent room was interrupted with Gojos groan as he stretched in his seat.

“you done?” he asked between yawns. You nodded and he closed up his textbooks before grabbing his question sheet.

“How about this, every question you answer wrong.. you give me a kiss, or I give you a kiss, doesn’t matter.”

“I asked for one kiss, didn’t I?”

“Then make sure you get one question wrong.”

You chuckle, “or I could get all of them correct.”

Gojo shook his head and started asking you the first question, it was a simple multiple choice question.

“—A, B, or C”

“C?”

“Wrong.” Gojo smirked creeping towards you, your eyes widened and you looked at your notes and back at Gojo who was inches away from your face.

“Damn it.” You mutter and quickly give him a small peck on his lips, he frowned and grabbed onto your chin to pull you into a more intense kiss.

He pulled away moments later and stared into your eyes.

“Do it like that, yeah?”

You scoff and Gojo moves on to the next question, which you surprisingly got right. Question after question you kept getting it correct.

Until…

“D, E or F?”

“F.”

“Finally.” Gojo grinned and leaned his face towards yours, you sigh, placing your fingers under his chin and crash your lips onto his, he stumbled on top of you and slipped his fingers through your hair as his tongue pushed deeper inside your mouth.

His glasses kept falling on your face, which caused him to push his face closer to you so he could keep them on. You grabbed onto his hair and pulled his face away, a string of saliva trailing between your lips.

Gojo’s face was flushed as he breathed breathlessly over you, his glasses kept slipping off, and eventually, they fell on your face.

You groan as Gojo laughed quietly, picking up the glasses from your face and putting them on you. You blink a few times, adjusting yourself to his vision and notice how nice his eyes were in this vision.

Gojo wrapped his fingers around your neck and brought you into another kiss.

“Wai—mmh”

Gojo pulled away and grabbed onto your legs, wrapping them around his waist, his eyes were filled with need and desire, he wanted you to choose more than just a small kiss.

“There’s still…5 more questions left” he said while glancing at the question sheet he made and back at you, you whimper in response before he slowly lifted down his pants, revealing his aching hard-on.

“Please…just this once, please?”

You grumble a yes under your breath and his expression lit up the slightest. His fingers sunk under the waistband of your pants and he pulled them down in a quick movement.

Gojo stared down at your figure, his eyes lingering on your soaking cunt for a few seconds before he slipped two fingers inside, stretching and stroking it for a few seconds.

“You’re so..tight, ngh..you think my cock can take you in with a pussy like this?”

“Mmh—satoru hurry!”

“How impatient, you still have a question to answer, then I’ll put it in, hm?”

“Just get on with it” you moaned.

Gojo read out the question and the options you had, you knew the answer to it, but your mind was in a haze with his fingers working so well inside you.

“C!”

“Good girl, you’ll get your reward now, hm?”

You nod repeatedly and he chuckled, slipping his fingers out of you. Gojo grabbed onto the tip of his cock and stroked it, letting the pre-cum drip out of him before slipped inside you.

A moan escaped out of your lips when you felt his tip make contact with your entrance. Gojo let out a tsk before slowly thrusting inside you.

“Next…mghh question, you’re taking me in so good already.” He moaned grabbing onto the paper of questions and reading out the next one.

You answered wrong.

“Wrong.” Gojo said before thrusting his full length inside you. A wave of shock scattered through your body and your back arched at the pleasure he was putting inside you.

“What- what’s the answerrrr?! s-slow down!”

“It was the third option, now, lift your hips for me.”

You obeyed and lifted your hips to the perfect angle, Gojo threw the paper aside and grabbed onto your hips viciously thrusting himself into you.

“Look at me, let me see you wear my glasses as I fuck yo-you”

You turn your head towards him and he grinned, a flash of hunger appeared in his eyes. Gojo leaned in closer and planted a million kisses on your face.

“So…beautiful” he said between kisses, the rhythm he was fucking you at was now forgotten, he was getting restless and he needed you so bad.

“Do you think you’re going to beat me on the test tomorrow?” He asked.

“I- will.” You moaned, grabbing onto his arms and putting light pressure on it, your nails digging deep inside them.

“Oh will you?”

“Yes— ‘m gonna c-cum!” You cried out. Gojo moaned in response and brought you into a deep, passionate kiss.

A streak of cum spurted out and Gojo pulled out, watching your cum coat his cock like a blanket, he glanced at you before grabbing onto your hand and placing it on his wet, cock.

“Finish me off.”

You stare at his cock, out of breath and wrap your fingers around it, stroking it in slow, deliberate movements. Whimpered echoed the room and Gojo was already close to release.

“Keep—‘m almost there..yesss”

Gojo tilted his head back and groaned in pleasure as white beads stream out of his cock. He sighed in relief and stared at you breathlessly, fixing his glasses on your face before giving you one more kiss.

“Thank you, baby…lets get cleaned up now, yeah?”

-

The next day you did the test and prayed you passed Gojo. This time the results were meant to release on the same day.

When school ended you and Gojo stood next each other and opened the results at the same time.

Gojo won.

— 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ —

[amsznn]

can you do dad matt and chris's different reactions to their daughter getting her first period while her mom wasn't home 😭😂 (i also really love your writing your amazing 💗🫂)

GROWING UP - c. and m. sturniolo

chris:

chris’ afternoon had been going smoothly. he lightly plopped onto the living room couch, ready to relax for the next couple of hours.

you had left to work on some brand deals with your team, leaving him to tend with your two daughters.

luckily for him your youngest had dance practice so he would only have to pick her up in a couple of hours. And your eldest was in her room, finishing up her homework.

everything had been normal when she came home. she greeted chris as per usual and rambled on about her day, which chris always listened intently to. then she finished the snack chris had prepared for her before she came home. Finally she thanked her dad and went to her room.

so imagine chris’ confusion as to when he heard blood curdling screams coming from his daughter’s room.

mid movie, chris jumped up and ran upstairs. of course he didnt want to barge in so he hurriedly knocked.

“honey? you okay?” he asked with worry. he could hear the light sobs of your daughter through the door and swung it open.

“dad, can you call mom?” your daughter asked through broken sobs. chris of course whipped out his phone and without a thought dialed your number.

as he approached further he could see the light patch of blood on the girls bed and put two and two together.

chris was still trying to find the right words to comfort his daughter and unfortunately you weren’t answering.

“hey, theres no need to cry, here.” chris said has he jumbled up the sheets and placed them in the laundry basket.

“your mom told you all about this before right?” he asked as she nodded. “so why dont you go clean up and ill get of some ice cream?” your daughter wiped away her tears and smiled.

chris gave her a light peck on the head and went to go wash the sheets.

in the end your daughter calmed down with the help of your husband (and ice cream), and you were in for a story when you came back home.

matt:

matt’s experience was similar to chris’, except his daughter was way more calm about it.

it was just a regular weekend afternoon and you had gone to brunch with your friends, leaving matt and your daughter at the house.

matt and your daughter had decided to spend some time together. playing board games, eating food they baked, and watching some movies.

it was on their second movie when your daughter had gotten up to use the bathroom. matt had taken this opportunity to send you a few texts since your daughter had a strict ‘no phones when watching movies’ rules. he stopped texting when he heard a faint

“daaad..”

“yes..?” he answered a bit confused. but he got up anyways and made his way towards the bathroom

“do you know where mom keeps the pads?” his daughter asked and honestly, it took him a minute to process what was happening. of course he didnt want to freak her out even more.

“uh- yeah, theyre in the bin on the rack.” he said with a cough, dialing your number in the process. lets just say, you were speeding home to give your daughter some emotional support.

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a/n: sorry for any requests that havent been submitted, im gonna go through all them pretty soon once i have the time!

[tinfoil-jones]

Jerk Ford AU: About

[Art by: @tearosepedall]

[Jerk Ford Not a jerk to his brother and only his brother The most hated Ford in the Multiverse]

[Doesn't need as much protecting Teen Jerk Ford: F#ck off Teen Stan: Ford! Don't do that!]

[Stan is a well liked guy Stan never ended up homeless, because Ford believed him]

Ford was the worst type of student because he's really good at everything that he does, just like any other version of himself. Like, the teachers were mad he was their best (academically speaking) student.

They'd prefer it if he was a delinquent who never did his homework and showed up late to class. But no, he not only did all of his assignments, but he also did extra credit that he didn't need, and showed up early to everything. Just like all of the other Fords.

He was the Chess, Spelling Bee, and Debate Team champion all four years he was in high school. He could have skipped several grades and only didn't because ya know, twin. And this continued while he was in college and got his 12 PHDs.

Stanley was his only supporter in all of that because everyone wanted him to fail. Some people (like their parents) even tried to pressure Stan into also hating his brother but one of the Universal Constants is that you can't make Stan hate his brother. People didn’t even bring up the fact that Stanley wasn’t the genius twin, people called him the ‘good twin’ because he wasn’t a jerk.

Stanley is just a regular guy in this AU. He was never a criminal or con artist. He went to Backupsmore University with Stanford and Fiddleford (Fiddleford would sometimes use Stan to pass messages along to Ford, because he did not want to talk to Ford if he didn't have to). He's a Chemistry Teacher who also helps out with Theatre.

[Bill: You tricked me!!! Jerk Ford: Skill Issue]

[Jerk Ford, to all other AU Fords: Wait! You all actually fell for that triangles flattery?! LOL]

He knew Bill Cipher was just f***ing with him with all of that talk of "I'm a muse" and "You're more special than everybody" (he already knew that he doesn't need a triangle to validate that). Ford just wanted to flip the script on him in the end in the most elaborate 1980s version of Jackass you've ever seen.

All of the other Fords hate him so much not just because he's a jerk (that's the majority of the reason though), but because of how weirdly competent and self-actualized he is comparatively speaking.

He didn't fall for Bill tricks. He's so sure of himself that he doesn't have the same hero (or villain, depending on the AU) complex. He doesn't want to take over the universe, or be the savior of it, or even be the one who kills Bill Cipher. He's just a jerk to everybody (except Stan) because he likes being a jerk.

Jerk Ford is one of the few Fords who maxed out his Charisma. He just uses that charisma to make people hate him instead of like him

Because charisma isn't just 'likability', it's your Presence and Force of Personality. His presence is so strong all he has to do is walk into a room, and you know he's an a**hole.

If you were to sum up what Jerk Ford is like around other Fords, it's like this:

"Every Stanford Pines in the multiverse reviles and despises that man."

Jerk Ford: You all want to be me so bad.

"NO WE DON'T YOU A**HOLE"

[Mabel: He's not actually THAT big of a jerk right?" Dipper: *wants to strangle him* Jerk Ford: Stanley who are these twerps?]

[Stan: Oh! They are family poindexter, Shermies grandkids! Jerk Ford: I see *doesn't care*]

If I were to give Jerk Ford a unique design to set him apart from Fords of other AUs, his turtleneck and muddied boots are swapped with these:

The hoodie is the usual red colour, the font is probably the same gold colour as his zodiac symbol. The puffed croc boots are also probably the same colour as canon Fords.

He doesn't have any embarrassing tattoos because the tattoo artists of Gravity Falls would never service Ford. Because he's not just banned from every establishment in Gravity Falls, but if he enters any business you are legally allowed to and encouraged to shoot him.

In fact Bill gave up possessing Ford to ruin his reputation with the townsfolk early on because nothing he did was worse than anything Ford did by himself.

You know how Ford drew himself coming out of the portal with aura in Journal Three?

Most of the other Fords try to look cool, and you just have this dude over here who doesn't give a s*** because he already believed his own hype. He doesn't feel the need to be ✨Extra✨ unless if he's being mean or generally unpleasant to somebody.

[Previous]

[rosenclaws]

Are you made of Copper and Tellurium? || Logan x Reader

summary: It's Prom at the X-Mansion and Jubliee and Rogue want Logan to ask you out bad.

a/n: So this might be incredibly self indulgent because I never went to my junior or senior prom bc my relationships had ended right before prom happened oop. Sometimes I feel sad knowing I missed out on such a like. Important high school experience and never got to dress up so this was born.

wc: 2.9k

“Logan!” The door to his classroom bursts open as he sees Marie and Jubilee standing at that door with suspicious smiles on their faces.

"Do you two ever knock?" He grumbles as he sets down his book. It was a free period and Logan was not in the mood to entertain any students right now, even his favorites.

"We do but this is important!" Jubilee squeals as she and Rogue surround him.

"It's about prom." Rogue says.

"What about it?" Logan asks.

See the students at the mansion had begged for months to hold a prom. It could be a chance for them to enjoy something that regular high school students get. Just a night of music, dancing, and fun.

Logan was highly against it because he doesn't wanna be stuck chaperoning a bunch of teenagers who are trying and failing to sneak alcohol into the punch. But still it was approved and everyone was talking about it.

"A prom-posal!" Jubilee shouts. Sparks flying out of her hand in excitement.

"A what?" Logan asks in confusion. "A prom-posal, you know making a sign with a pun and asking someone to the dance? Or bringing them flowers or singing or-"

"Okay I get it. Why are you talkin' to me about this." Logan isn't really the man to go to for help with something like this. Rogue rolls her eyes at his question.

"Duh, because of your massive crush on our Chemistry teacher." Logan tenses up, his neck turning red as he glares at the two girls in front of him.

"I don't have a crush on the chemistry teacher." He says. Both of them look at each other and just laugh.

"Come on Logan, It's sooo obvious." Jubilee says as she takes out her phone to show him pictures she had taken at varying school events.

"I mean just look at the way your eyes shine with love." She says with a loving sigh.

"Why the fuck do you have those?" Logan reaches for her phone but she pulls it out of his reach.

"Hey! No swearing this is a school." Jubilee scolds Logan who just rolls his eyes. He knows she's said worse he's heard her.

"You and your damn phone. You know ever since I saw those damn tik toks you make I've considered taking it away from you." Logan growls as Jubilee crosses her arms.

"You're not my dad, you can't do that." "I grounded you last week for blowing up the TV."

"That was...fair but it was also an accident." She argues and Logan just raises an eyebrow.

"That's not important, we needa get back to your crush." Rogue interrupts before the topic is lost.

"For the last time I don't-"

"Logan!" He freezes when he hears your voice.

"Oh hi," You appear in the doorway and see Logan, Jubilee, and Rogue staring at you.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything but I snagged you the last chocolate chip muffin." You place the muffin onto his desk. The girls notice a faint blush creep up on Logan's cheeks and giggle to themselves.

"Thanks, you're a real sweetheart." Logan purrs as he picks up the muffin and takes a bite. The girl's eyes dart from Logan to you, seeing the way you bite your lip and the way your eyes light up at the pet name. Oh you two have it bad.

"Well I'll see you around Logan, bye girls." You wave goodbye as you disappear down the hall.

"See you." Logan says.

"Seriously?? That's it??!" Jubilee groans once you're gone.

"Don't you two have homework or class? Anything that ain't bothering me." Rogue opens her mouth to argue but stops.

"Oh my we do have a test today. But this ain't over Logan!" She grabs Jubilee by the wrist and drags her out of the classroom.

Logan sighs and leans back in his chair. These damn kids aren't going to let this go. Stupid Chuck for agreeing to this prom and stupid feelings for rendering him so nervous around you. He won't admit it but they're right. He does like you.

But he's a grown man, nearly 175 he doesn't have a crush. He just has feelings and these feelings happen to make his heart flutter. Ugh even just thinking that makes him cringe. Besides, what adult even cares about prom? To the teachers it's just another thing. It doesn't mean as much to them as it does to the kids. Would you laugh in his face if he asked you to prom?

Shit he never even went to prom but he does remember seeing kids in puffy dresses and powder blue tuxedos. Times certainly have changed though. He picks up the muffin, taking another bite as he goes back to grading papers. Wondering if you were even going to be there.

Any talk about prom was unavoidable for Logan. Practically everyone was buzzing about it. He could hear students giggling about their dates or finding the perfect dress or some dreading having to dress up in an itchy tux. Not to mention Rogue and Jubs would not get off his back.

"Okay what about this one? Are you made of Copper and Tellurium because you are cute! Go to Prom with me." Jubilee shows him a list of stupid pick up lines she had googled and that was her top one.

"No." Logan grumbles as he chops another log of wood.

He's outside chopping wood to get away from the overstimulation of the mansion and yet, Jubilee has still found him.

"Come on, you have to give me something." She whines and Logan drives the axe into the stump.

"Look kid, Why are you so hell bent on this stupid prom proposal shit?" Logan wipes his forehead with his tank top as Jubilee sighs.

"Okay so, don't get mad but me and Marie might have overheard that their prom sucked. Like Carrie level of suck."

"How do you know about Carrie?" Logan asks.

"I'm cultured. I know my female led cult classic movies thank you very much." Jubilee huffs.

"Anyways, basically it was like straight out of an 80's movie. Shy nerd gets asked out by the popular guy only to be stood up and made fun of in front of the whole school." Logan frowns at that. A low simmer of anger just hearing about it. He sighs as he crosses his arms.

"Were you eavesdropping again?"

"Not on purpose, but come on Logan. You could be the knight in shining armor! Create the prom experience that they never had." Jubilee pouts as she pleads her case to Logan. “Jubs, this dance ain’t for us. It’s for kids like you. And I heard that Jonothon kid asked you to the dance.” He smirks as Jubilee starts to stutter.

“Who told you?!” She squeaks out.

“No one, super hearing remember?” He teases.

“Now do I need to have a chat with this boy?”

“No! No it’s fine, it’s nothing." She says quickly, making Logan laugh. Her eyes dart to the side and a wide grin appears on her face

"You know I gotta go I promised Rogue we'd go dress shopping so I'll see you around but think about what I said!!” She yells as she sprints back to the mansion. Logan tilts his head, wondering why she ran away so quickly, until a familiar scent appears. Floral shampoo and the faint hint of chemicals.

"Hi Sweetheart, what are you doing out here?" Logan turns to see you approaching him with two glasses of lemonade.

"One day I'll sneak up on you." You huff as you hand him one of the glasses. Your eyes are glued to his arms, bulging out of his shirt and just a little sweaty from chopping wood. Fuck it's not fair how good he looks just doing a simple task. You spotted him out there and decided to find an excuse to come talk to him. Plus you were sick of hearing about prom.

"Not happening, but you can keep trying if you like." He says with a smirk.

"So what was Jubilee talking about?" Logan nearly chokes on his lemonade. Damn Jubilee and her loud mouth.

"Nothing just prom stuff."

"Ah, are you going?" You ask, a slight hopefulness in your voice.

"Don't think I got a choice, Chuck made it pretty clear that we all had to be chaperones for this damn thing." Logan grumbles.

"Have you ever been to a prom? Was that a thing back in medieval times?" You tease and he rolls his eyes.

"I ain't that old. And no I never went to prom but I've been to a handful of dances." He says thinking back to his very long life.

"You aren't missing much, prom isn't really...it's not all people think it is. At least for me it wasn't." You say and Logan furrows his brows. He hesitates to tell you that he knows what happened to you but you end up telling him anyway.

"I had a crush on this guy, he was pretty popular I guess but not star quarterback popular." You explain and Logan listens. You're smiling but he can see a hint of sadness in your eyes.

"I guess he liked someone else and they devised this plan to humiliate me."

"Bunch of fucking assholes." Logan growls.

"Tell me about it, if it makes you feel better he's still living in his moms basement." You joke.

High School had been over for a long time but you never quite forgot the sting of rejection. You can laugh about it now but Prom was supposed to be the best night of your life at the time and it wasn't.

"Still, that's not right." Logan feels this pull in his gut and he knows what he wants to do. He just has to make sure that Jubilee and Rogue never find out or else he's never hearing the end of it.

"We should go together. You know. I never had a prom and yours sucked." The words don't come out as nice as he wanted but it gets the message across. You snort at his blunt ask but hey, that's just Logan.

"Are you asking me to Prom Logan?" You tease as you sip your lemonade.

"Hold on." He looks around, spotting a few wild flowers growing in the field. He leans down and unsheathes his claws, slicing through the stems to create a makeshift bouquet.

"Here, will you go to prom with me?" His words are awkward but the sentiment is there. You take the flowers and smile, this was already better than high school. Plus your date won't be a complete asshole.

"I'd love to Logan, I'm wearing blue by the way. Just so you know." You hear someone call your name from the mansion and see Hank by the door. You were supposed to meet him to discuss merging the advanced bio and chem students into a sort of AP biochem.

"I have to go but I'll see you later!" Without thinking you lean in and kiss his cheek leaving both of you just a little stunned.

"What kind of blue?" He calls after you as you walk away.

"Mm blue like the blue in your eyes." You call back and he just frowns.

"The fuckcolor is that?"

Unfortunately, Logan had to ask for Jubilee and Rogues help. After a few minutes of squealing so high pitched he swore even a dog could hear, they take pity on the man and help him. Dragging him to a million stores to find the perfect outfit. He refused to try on a damn suit but he eventually caved into at least wearing a tie. It took about 20 minutes of holding up blue colored ties to his eyes before they settled on the perfect one. Which is how he finds himself now.

Outside of your door in jeans, a button up, and a blue tie that matches his eyes. Plus some flowers he bought this time. A soft knock on the door and he can hear your footsteps. The door opens to reveal you all dressed up in a gorgeous blue. You look fucking amazing.

"Hi." You say softly. Man you feel like you're a teenager again. A cute guy at your door bringing you flowers and all you can do is say hi.

"You look stunning." Logan says as he hands you the flowers.

"Thank you. You look handsome. Didn't think you'd be wearing a tie." You reach out and feel the fabric with your fingers, pulling him just a little closer.

"The things I do for you sweetheart." He hums as he admires you.

The faint pout of your lips and your kind eyes. Yeah, he's got it bad. He holds out his arm and you lace your hand through it, letting him lead you down to the party. It's quite noisy but fun by the time you get there. You've never seen the kids so happy before. Being chaperones the two of you stay around the snack table but your hands stay linked together.

"That kid better watch it." Logan growls when he sees Jubilee and Jonothon together. His hands holding her too tight for Logan's liking.

"Hey don't bring out the claws, it's prom, let her have a little fun." You whisper.

"I don't like the look in his eyes." Whether he wants to admit it or not Logan has always been extra protective of Jubilee. So much so that you can tell he wants to go all father figure on that poor boy.

"Let's go outside for a bit, I'm sure Scott can monitor the punch bowl without us." You say to get his mind off of interrupting Jubs prom night.

"Fine, but If we come back and that boy has his hands any lower I'm clawing them off." The cold air hits your face as you open the door. It feels nice to cool off after the heat of the living room.

"So Logan, is it everything you thought it would be?" You ask as you take a sip of your punch.

"Nah, it's even worse. But being here with you is making it better." He hums as he leans against the wall. He glances up at the sky and sighs.

"You know, the girls were trying to get me to ask you out with a...what the hell is it called again? A prom proposal?"

"Oh yeah, those signs with bad puns and stuff." You say. They had shown you a few videos of those before prom got announced.

"They even made a list of horrible puns to try." "

Like what?"

"Are you made of Copper and Tellurium, because you're cute." Logan says, flashing a stupid smile. You snort and burst out laughing. Cheesy but you kind of like it.

"Oh yeah that's horrible. My favorite one is Are you a carbon sample? Because I want to date you." You giggle and Logan chuckles along. The music shifts from upbeat pop to a slow and steady hum. Logan grabs the cup out of your hand and sets it down on the floor.

"Dance with me." He says.

"Oh I don't really know how to." You say nervous. Logan just shrugs and grabs your hands, placing them on his shoulders as he places his own on your hips.

"That's alright, I'll teach ya." You can barely look him in the eyes as you start to move. His shoulders are so broad.

"Hey, look at me for a second." He tilts your chin up to meet his eyes.

"This prom is so much better than my old one though the bar was pretty low." You joke softly as you reach up and cup his face.

"Yeah? Am I better than that jackass?" Logan puffs out his chest just a little when you say yes. He spins you around and dips you as the music gets louder. You can't wipe the smile off your face as he pulls you closer to him. He brushes your lips with his thumb as he leans in.

"If I was smart enough I'd come up with my own pun to tell you that I really fucking like you, but I'll settle for this." He whispers, his hand holding the back of your head as he kisses you. Your hands tug at his hair as he slowly walks you back into a wall. Out of sight of any prying eyes.

"Logan..." You whine as he nips at your lip.

"Yeah sweet thing?" He hums as he nuzzles his face into your neck. Leaving kisses along your jaw.

"I like you too." Despite his kisses, you still feel a little shy admitting your feelings and Logan takes notice.

"Damn you're cute." He presses a kiss to your nose as he glances back at the party.

Man he's going to have to endure Jubilee's endless teasing after this. But he looks back and sees the smile on your face and decides it's worth it.

"Let's ditch this dance."

"Won't they notice?" You ask as Logan wraps his arms around your waist.

"Doesn't matter." He grins as he slips his hand under your clothes to feel bare skin.

"How about we take part in another prom tradition? Always wanted to do it in the backseat of a car anyways." He purrs as he pulls you towards the garage.

You let out a shocked squeak as heat fills your body. It's a terrible idea but... Logan is very persuasive. Besides, what's the harm if you disappear for an hour or two. Maybe more with Logan.

"Come on sweetheart, let me give you the full prom experience."

[catdia]

Viktor with a Chubby S/o

(Modern AU / College AU)

You guys meet thanks to Professor Heimerdinger. Both brilliant students that were later made into TAs

He is a biomedical engineer major. You share many classes together but got official acquainted as Heimer’s personal assistants

Viktor is incredibly handsome and you fell for him right away. You love his dry humor and the way his mind works. He had been Heimerdinger’s TA a few months before you, so you sat in the classes he taught as a way to get yourself familiar with an assistants work

He teaches so good, almost at the same level as any other professor. He is witty and doesn’t hold back when he criticizes the students poor test scores

“If you actually paid attention for once you would have seen that all these problems were on the homework you were assigned over the week! Oh, but half of you didn’t do it in the first place. So I’m not surprised you failed miserably—”

Professor Heimerdinger definitely tries to set you two up from the start. He sees the chemistry every time you both are around the office working in lesson plans and discussions equations. Heimer sees how Viktor softens his gaze will looking at you. And how you get lost in Viktor’s impressive mind

“There is nothing like young love, my boy! One day you are sitting together basking in the wonders of progress, then in the blink of an eye you are hearing wedding bells—”

“I think what you’re experiencing Professor is something called schizophrenia.”

Viktor was the one that asked you out first! Then it was smooth sailing from there. Your simple coffee runs to finish up grading papers turned into you holding hands and sharing overpriced pastries

Jayce also became a very big part of your relationship, he was Viktor’s roommate in freshman year and have been inseparable since. Also a biomedical engineer student

Viktor survives most days on sweets and black coffee. So when you came around you finally made this man have a proper meal after class

“I actually have been starting to feel much better these past few weeks. I’m head doesn’t get foggy anymore.”

“That’s because I’m feeding the fuck out of you. So which one do you want? Chicken and rice or beef?”

Viktor is thin and lanky so he is the one that steals clothes in the relationship. Especially likes taking your cardigans and sweaters

Started buying bigger clothes just so you wouldn’t be felt out. Makes sure to spray his cologne on it so you can smell him all day

He has a very nice sense of style, a mix between dark academia and grunge. Likes anything to do with warm colors and cozy fabrics.

He uses a leather crossbody bag instead of a regular book bag. He thinks it makes him look cooler

Has an old wooden cane he got at an estate sale. It’s a beautiful deep shade of brown that almost looks reddish. Its handle is craved with intricate flowers and vines. Viktor has a medical grade one but hates how boring it looks

“It has character! If I have to use a cane to walk at least I can look the part while doing it.”

“And by “the part” you mean looking like a grandpa?”

You and Jayce like to play around with the cane every chance you get. From limbo to sword fighting. Once Viktor has taken a seat and looks comfortable it’s game over. You’re taking the cane until further notice. You and Jayce get into petty fights over who gets to take the cane all the time

“Jayce it’s not fair! You got to take it last time and it’s my turn!” You stood on your tippy toes as Jayce lifted the cane above his head

“Nuh huh, you lost so I get first dibs on it!”

“I’m going to shove it up your ass, Talis! Give it to me—” Jayce ran away and you followed him as he weaved across the various desks and chairs

Loves watching his two idiots fight over his walking stick knowing that it ends up with him scolding you two for playing rough

Lets you decorate it how much you want. He even gave you permission to carve your name on the bottom of the handle. You like to change it up, having little bats on Halloween and wrapping it up in Christmas lights in winter

Spends all his free time in the library. You and Jayce join him often, doing homework and studying. When it’s finals you stay until midnight in a private study room. Watching Jayce and Viktor bicker over math equations as you doze off

Speaks Russian, French and Czech! You get turned on when he switches languages when pissed

Thanks to his disability he gets a really big dorm room with a private bathroom and kitchen, almost like a full blown apartment

“I can’t believe they gave you such a nice place, Viktor! Not even my mini fridge works.”

“You should have came in a wheelchair with an oxygen tank like I did on orientation week.”

“Viktor, I’m sure what you did was illegal—”

The first time you were intimate with Viktor you were nervous! Viktor because he bagged a pretty girl and didn’t know how to handle it. And you because of the lack of intimacy you had. He is such an attentive lover! And made your first time so sweet

Even if he is all fucked up after sex he will do aftercare. Will get you water and a snack butt naked. Gives you lots of affection and kind words too

You both do laundry together on the week ends. Makes for good bonding time. After washing and drying your stuff you always go to his dorm room and put on music as you fold your clothes together

“This thing doesn’t even cover one of my ass cheeks.” You put his boxers next to your butt then threw it in Viktor’s hamper.

“Good thing that it only needs to cover the good stuff in the front.” He placed another sweater in his drawer

“You’re gross, Vik!” Viktor chuckled and looked at the pile of clothes you were folding. The slight hint of pink from the mountain of dark clothes caught his attention. He reached out and pulled a pair of lacy panties

“And who are these for?” Viktor had never seen these before and had the biggest grin on his face. Imagining you in them

“For your mom.” You shot back at him

“Mmm, she has my taste. She’ll like them.” He folded the pair in his hand and placed it inside is sweater stack

“Did you really just put my panties in your cupboard in front of my face?” You looked at him in shock. And you were flatter in a weird way.

“Yes, I made it obvious for a reason!”

He takes a plethora of pills through out the day, you’ve memorized the names of them and their effects. And even have some spare ones on you in case he forgets to take them

Definitely has tampons and pads in his book bag in case of emergencies!

There are some days where he has very bad flare ups. You stay with him in bed all day and miss class together. He loves cuddling with you, holding you from behind and having his bad leg thrown over your hip. Or him laying on your chest as you play with his hair

Likes grabbing fist fulls of your tummy when your together. It makes him feel so warm and cozy

I don’t see Viktor being an avid cannabis user, but he still has his license and buys from “independent sellers” because it’s cheaper. He uses it once in a blue moon, when the pain is unbearable. Doesn’t like smoking it in front of anyone. Not even you or Jayce

Is the type of guy that just stops and stares when you walk by him. It doesn’t matter if you’re in public or alone together he WILL stop whatever his doing and look at you

You buy him matching stuff all the time, like pencils and keychains! You got a pair of matching Dr Martens with him and funky socks for every occasion

Jayce got jealous and it ended up with you three going out to a Sanrio store and buying matching keychains for your book bags. Jayce for me screams Pompompurin and Viktor is definitely a Keroppi and My Melody stan!

Viktor has been independent with his disability since he was born. It makes him feel weird when you want to help him or even do acts of service that make his day a little less painful

He has been in relationships where his partners or even “friends” make him feel less then. They see his disability before his amazing personality and smarts

It takes time for him to get used to another person loving him and not complain about his leg being a burden. He doesn’t admit how much he likes having you help him out with simple stuff, he doesn’t care about his pride when his with you. It shows him that you accept all parts of him like he does yours

You like massaging his bad knee with his medical cream. After his showers you are already set up waiting for him on the bed

“You don’t have to do this for me, you know?”

“But I want to! And I like the smell of the cream anyways. It makes my hands soft.” You slowly worked your hands into the skin of his leg. Going over his knee surgery scar with your fingers

Viktor is the type of guy that doesn’t seem to have body insecurities but more capabilities ones. Like him doubting he could make you happy. Or if he can make you feel sexually satisfied and attached to him

Which he absolutely does because that man is a freak and knows how to work with what his mama gave him!

His beauty marks and moles are your favorite part of him. Especially the ones on his face. Before you even kiss his lips properly you have to kiss is moles first! He has many more all over his body. You know where every single one is on his skin. The one on his left side pelvis, the one behind is right ear, and the pair that cross over is bad ankle

Viktor’s favorite part of your body is your ass, then your personality (hahaha). He loves all of your equally but something about watching your ass jiggle as you walk away and how it feels so nice on his pelvis when he holds you from behind just makes him gushy

“Does this dress make me look lumpy?” You looked in the mirror as you were trying on the new dresses you ordered for the Innovators Competition coming up

“What are you talking about?” Viktor turned around in his chair, pushing his eye glasses into his hair. He was busy tweaking the final cables of his invention

“Like doesn’t my ass and pudge look out of place in this dress?” You pinched your skin as you looked at your reflection. Viktor knew you well, you were setting fire to yourself. He slowly got up and walked to your form, careful to not hurt his leg

“You look gorgeous, love. You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.” He wrapped his arms around your middle, resting his chin on your shoulder as he looked at your eyes in the mirror. “The only thing out of place is that I’m not in between your legs right now.”

“Jesus, Viktor!”

Like I mentioned Viktor is a total freak! He knows how to seduce you when he wants to get down and dirty. The one that gets you the most is when he wears button down shirts and rolls in the sleeves to his forearms. Then unbuttons it until you can see the navel of his chest

“You’re getting distracted.” Viktor said

“Only because you’re making me flustered, you temptress!”

You’ve definitely have gotten freaky in Professor Heimerdinger’s lab. You sitting on the cold wooden desk top as Viktor was in between your legs. Working on pulling of your top, then undoing your bra

“V-Viktor— what if he catches us? We’ll be expelled!” He placed open mouth kisses on your exposed neck. Palms flush against the flesh of your breasts. Earning moans from your warm throat. Slowly pulling your skirt down your legs and discarding it

“He is out of office until Wednesday.” He took off your panties and placed them in his back pocket. Then slowly started taking off his belt and unzipping his pants. He pushed on your chest to make you lay flat on the desk. “Know be quite and let me make you feel good.”

He isn’t a people person, at all. So he likes to spent time alone with you the most. Watching movies, baking and building Legos together

He’s a puzzle nerd and always has one on his table that he builds here and there

You’ve tried to convince him to get a service dog, but I can totally see this man being disgusted by dogs. Doesn’t even tolerate the little ones.

“They’re so obnoxious and needy. So full of bothersome energy—”

“Whenever you talk about dogs all I hear coming from your mouth is ‘Jayce, Jayce, Jayce’!”

“Don’t you dare compare my friend to a mutt!

He is more of a cat person, or a reptile one. I believe if Viktor wasn’t an engineering major he would have chosen veterinary science

Viktor’s love languages are quality time, acts of service, and physical touch. Has to have his hands on you at all times

“Sit on my lap.”

“Viktor, if I do I’ll put you into cardiac arrest. Or hurt your leg. I don’t know which one’s worse.” You crossed your arms, watching as he pouted at you from the sofa

“I can take it! Sit on my lap, woman!” Viktor patted his lap aggressively and made grabby hands at you

“Okay, whatever you say…” You sat down on his legs, making sure that your back was supported by the armrest of the couch. You rested your head on his shoulder

“Mmmm, this is heaven—” He massaged the meat of your thighs. Nuzzling his head in your hair

“If you see a light don’t go towards it! You still own me a movie night.”

One of your favorite weekend activities is going to the park and feeding the ducks! Also going to thrift stores and farmers markets

Viktor doesn’t let you pay for anything! He says that it’s a man’s job to pay for everything and he likes spending his TA check on you

He grew up in a place where violence was in every corner, so he is very observant and protective when you are out together. Viktor has a lot of street smarts and knows when people are watching. He also has a pocket knife on him and even owns a firearm. Don’t ask him if he has a license for it because he doesn’t

Many times you’ve had witness Jayce carry Viktor up or down flights of stairs when the elevator is busted or when there’s a building evacuation. You call it his “princess time”. You walk beside them with Viktor’s cane and book bag in hand

“This is utterly embarrassing—” Viktor had his head hanging off the side of Jayce’s arm like a corpse

“I think you look dashing, Viktor!” You said playfully, kissing his lolling head

“That makes it even worse.” He grumbled on Jayce’s shoulder

“At least you’re not tumbling down the stairs, V.” Jayce chuckled

Viktor definitely plans on marrying you after college, he knew he wanted you in his life since the first month you started dating

He was the first to say “I love you”, and cried while saying it

The type of person that says they hate kids and doesn’t like them at all. But children just flock to them for some reason. Viktor is one of those people! Every time he is out and there are kids around you are in for a treat. Babies just stare at him and give him the cutest gummy smiles. Reaching their chubby hands towards him. Little kids always come up and ask him questions about his cane. He is so dry but so kind to the little ones that it literally makes your heart melt

“Are you a pirate, mister?!”

“No sadly. I’m a college student. Boring I know.”

You love doing self care nights with him. Putting your new face masks and hair care products to the test on Viktor

Viktor growing his hair out was the biggest blessing you could ever ask for! He lets you style his hair all the time in braids, ponytails and even lets you curl it. Having a half up half down hairdo looks killer on him

You definitely joke about him being a “chubby chaser”. He didn’t know what it meant until you told him and he just smiled and said:

“Well, what are bones good for if they don’t have meat on them.”

He’s your sassy skeleton man and you love it