#i know teaching is hard and now pays next to nothing but he just doesn’t do his job and if he wants to keep it shit better start changing

[localgardenweed]

About to lose my shit over my shitty Algebra teacher cause i think he’s the devil incarnate cause he doesn’t respect kid’s 504 plans, there is this kid who may not always show up to class on time for some reason im not sure why but they try their best to catch up and work hard and they asked to send over and take the recent test they missed in a certain classroom and he was like “No you cant, you have to show up tomorrow in here to take it” when literally in their 504 plan says they can take it in that room no one can force them to take it in their classroom, but DOES HE CARE??? NOOOOOO. I think he was just trying to be tough or smth god knows what cause he has a huge ass power complex like dear god dude we get it you were a army guy but is yelling at teens really what you wanna do to feel that high of power again?? The kid then complained to the school and he got a ass whooping but sadly not fired and then the next day was pissed as hell and took it out on all of us 😍

he doesn’t care to actually help students at all, he just gives up on them if they don’t understand the first or barely the second time and tells em to basically fuck off and find someone else to explain it and i get it teaching is hard you might not be able to get everyone to understand BUT ITS LITERALLY HIS GO TO RESPONSE WHEN YOU DONT UNDERSTAND SMTH IN HIS SHITTY RAPID FIRE EXPLANATION WHEN HE JUST JUMPS FROM THING TO THING WITH NO VISUAL OR EVEN SENSE CAUSE WTF HOW DID YOU GET THAT ANSWER HELLO?? SLOW DOWN?? We were going over the study guide and he started doing a question and then realized half way it was “too hard” to do on the board so he gave up and kept going to the next question and a kid at my table who didn’t do that part pf the study guide cause they dont know how asked “Can you go over that please i don’t understand it” and his response was “im not going over it just to fill it in” and the kid said “im not asking to just fill it in im asking cause I DONT KNOW HOW TO DO IT” and guess what. HE DIDNT DO IT HE JUST IGNORED THEM AND KEPT GOING. YOUR STUDENT IS ASKING FOR HELP AND YOU AINT DOING SHIT. HELLO??? AND THIS ISNT THE FIRST TOME HE ALWAYS PULL THIS SHIT ALL THE TIME, GOD FORBID YOU ASK A QUESTION MORE THAN ONCE THATS TOK SCARY AAAHHHHH.

I hope all his classes fails and they fire his ass cause omg there has never been anything positive said about this man that isn’t from favorites/people who already are godly at math. The average student who’s had him HATES HIM.

Im really debating like cussing him out Thursday after my final cause i cant just walk away and act like it was a okay class no he needs to get fucking humbled at least see what he does is harmful and shitty and douchey. I dont care if i get in trouble im not gonna go down like this so many kids in that class have struggled cause of his ass not doing his job. And sure some of there are rowdy and sure some are a bit off task but that doesn’t give you the right to abandon them. If i ever kicked my own bucket he would be 5 of my 13 reasons why.

[ponderingmoonlight]

would you be able/want to do something with gojo where him and the reader are both teachers and are in an established relationship but the student (aside from megumi) don’t know and start trying to figure out who gojo’s in a relationship with? i feel like gojo would either mess with them or be honest that it’s you but they just don’t believe him cause. yk. it’s you?

Hey, thank you so much for that great request, it was really fun to write! I mixed it up a little with an already existing fic of mine, I hope you don't mind. Let me know what you think <3

Part l to this fic can be found here

Gojo going nuts when his students don't believe him that you are his wife

Pairing: husband!Gojo x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,5k

Synopsis: When Satoru wears his wedding ring for the first time in front of his students, Nobara can't help but wonder who he's married to. But when Gojo confesses it's you, his students just don't believe him.

Warnings: language, sad Gojo lol, this is an absolute comfort fanfic so there you go if that's what you need today, read part l if you haven't yet <3

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„Itadori!“ Nobara hisses through gritted teeth.

“Did you just see that?”

“What do you mean?”, Yuji remarks with doe-eyes, gazing up at her with no clue what she’s even talking about.

“That ring on Gojo-sensei’s finger, you idiot”, she barks back at him while frantically running to the door in order to catch one last glimpse at him.

“Is he by any chance married, Fushiguro?”

Megumi signs to himself, staring at Nobara in nothing but annoyance. That talk from last week where she literally forced you to describe Gojo still doesn’t sit right with him. Of course, Megumi knows about your relationship. After all, he’s been with both of you for many years now, witnessed countless times how Gojo caresses your cheek gently in the darkness of privacy, how he calls you “darling” around the house and passes out on the couch next to you 10 minutes into a movie. And even though both of you never talked about this whole marriage being private thing, Megumi simply refuses to talk about your love life – even with his friends.

“I have no idea. But maybe minding your own business will help with your complexion or something”, Megumi bites back.

All of the sudden, Nobara smacks the back of his head hard.

“Hey, that’s pretty mean, you don’t have to be so rough!” Yuji complains in an instant.

“Both of you, shut up. I will just ask him when he returns. Why wouldn’t he tell me?”

“There are actually a lot of reasons not to tell you…”

“SHUT YOUR MOUTH FUSHIGURO!”

“Huh, what’s going on here? I’ve been gone for a minute and you’re already smacking your heads?”

Casually, Satoru sits down behind is desk, long legs stretched out in front of him while nipping at the coffee you just made him. Oh, how much he loves to pay you a small visit during work. Just to be assured that you’re fine, that the second years don’t get on your nerves while training them. He just loves to adore you from afar. Yes, and the minute he gets home, you’re all his and his alone.

“You’re wearing a ring on your finger”, Nobara suddenly blurts out.

Satoru tils his head to the side, gaze wandering over his wedding ring. While he normally never wears it in fear of losing it during some stupid mission, today is your anniversary. The urge to proudly show off his ring became much greater than any anxiety. Also, today is a teaching only day and he’ll return home with you by his side after this lesson is over. The things he has planned for both of you tonight…He smirks to himself, joyful like a child when thinking about the surprise that’s waiting for you at home.

“Gojo-sensei!”

Megumi’s urgent voice rips him out of his daydreams.

“So what? A ring has many meanings”, Satoru replies calmly.

You never talked about this. While you seem to silently agree that showing each other affection at Jujutsu High isn’t what you want and that you are keen to keep your relationship private, you never talked this through. Last week when you described Satoru Gojo so well as your favourite type of men, you never said his name once, probably turned completely red when Yuji mentioned it so casually.

“Yeah, like being married for example!”

“Maybe I am, who knows?”

Satoru intertwines his fingers behind the back of his head, smirking at Nobara who is close to lose her mind widely.

“Maybe you should leave him alone…”, Yuji suggests in hushed tones.

“Maybe you should shut up, Itadori. This is far too important to let it slide!”

“You are way too dramatic about this.”, Megumi comments dryly.

“You guys just don’t understand the magic behind this!”

“So you want to know what this ring means?”

Nobara’s eyes light up in an instant, filled with so much unveiled curiosity that Gojo can’t help but wonder why she is never this invested when it comes to learning.

“Please tell me!”

Let’s see what happens.

“This is my wedding ring. I’m married to (y/n) for three years by now.”

Thick silence, utter speechlessness. The expression on Nobara’s face is so priceless that the urge inside Satoru to take a picture and show it to you later almost becomes unbearable.

“What’s up, Kugisaki? Did you see a ghost?”

“There’s no way in hell this is true”, Nobara mutters into Yuji’s ear, which earns a serious nod from the pink-haired boy.

Wait, what? Satoru furrows his eyebrows while gazing at the girl in front of him in disbelief. What did she just say?

“Why on earth couldn’t this be true, huh?”, he barks at her, hands clenched into fists.

“(y/n) is a real sweetheart with great taste. I just don’t think she would get involved with someone like you. Also, she said that she likes muscular man. And she never wore a ring”, Nobara explains briefly, earning a death stare from Satoru Gojo himself.

Both Yuji and Nobara eye him up and down, critical expression plastered on their faces while whispering unclear things into each other’s ear.

Satoru is on the brick of losing it. Did his students just suggest that you are too good for him? And that he’s not muscular!?

“I am muscular!”, he cries out.

“Megumi-chan, tell them I’m married to (y/n).”

If the ground would be able to swallow Megumi whole, he would take that offer in an instant. They already discussed this stupid matter for over 10 minutes now, when will the lesson finally start?

“Don’t drag me into this. Just do your job”, Megumi mumbles in annoyance.

Of course, Satoru is very aware of the fact that you are striking gorgeous, popular even beyond the boundaries of Jujutsu High. Damn, even here there might be some men who’d want you. But he is the strongest, he is good-looking, he is funny…Why on earth wouldn’t you be married to him?

“See? Nice try Gojo-sensei, but we don’t fall for your shit.”

He can’t believe his ears, face so red that Megumi slides back in his chair just in chase.

“You brats have absolutely no idea what love actually is! I won’t let you tell me who I’m married to or not!”, Satoru spits at his students, catching the attention of you.

Huh, what’s going on inside that classroom? You were on your way to grab some cursed weapons to show Maki, but the way your husband’s furious voice is heard through the entire hall makes you stop in front of his slightly opened door.

“Why are you screaming around here, Sir?”, you question, gazing at Nobara in confusion as she almost breaks down in tears from laughing her ass off.

“(y/n), darling, tell my students that you are my wife!”, Satoru demands.

Is that why he’s so stressed, because he wanted to tell his students that the both of you are married? What is going on here?

“I already told him multiple times we don’t believe him. Last week you said you like muscular man-“

“I AM MUSCULAR!”

You desperately try to hold back a laughter, the stressed out look on your husband’s face being enough to let a little giggle escape your lips. How on earth did that topic even pop up? Your gazer wanders to the wedding ring on his cramped finger, heart filling with warmth in an instant. Oh, he really wears it.

“Maybe he’s wearing that ring only for attention…”, Nobara whispers into Yuji’s ear.

“This is getting ridiculous”, Megumi comments.

“Why don’t we all just calm down a little? Your lesson started 15 minutes ago, why are you still arguing around?”, you playfully throw at your husband.

Despite the fact that you want to throw yourself in his arms right away, you keep your cool composure. This is what he gets for picking on you last week. You’ll make him suffer just the way he did it to you.

“You are supposed to help me with this!”, he complains.

“I am supposed to work right now”, you reply sweetly before turning on your heels and closing the door.

You can’t hold back any longer. Tears start to tickle in your eyes, that priceless look on his face. Oh god, you can’t stop laughing. This evening will definitely be entertaining.

-in the evening-

“Hello, stranger”, you playfully greet your husband as soon as he returns from work, blue orbs almost piercing through you.

“You are supposed to help me! Why didn’t they believe me? I’m I really that much of a downgrade compared to you?”

That little pout forming on his delicate face warms your heart in an instant.

“Maybe it’s better this way. I like to enjoy my time with you in privacy. Nice try though”, you playfully remark, your hands gently running through his soft white hair.

Suddenly he grabs your legs, pulling your body up in the air while all you can to is shriek and laugh out lough. He carries you into the bedroom, letting your body fall onto the soft mattress.

“I will make you pay for not helping me out today you traitor.”

“Then I’m happy to be a traitor.”

[all444glo]

NERDY!READER x SPORTY!JARED MCCAIN HEADCANONS

❦ he saw you at barnes & noble, crouched in front of the manga section, squinting at the price difference between the box set editions of Naruto

❦ “you ever watched Naruto? it’s cool but lowkey Sasuke dies in the Pain arc.” you whip around and go, “he literally doesn’t. why would you say that?”

❦ and instead of being embarrassed, he just grins. “oh, so you have watched it. perfect.”

❦ your “dates” at first are just bookstore hangs. he picks out sports manga and acts like it’s homework. he gets so into it he makes you read them too.

❦ he insists Kuroko no Basket is “mad unrealistic” and refuses to watch it.

❦ he’s playing 2K and you’re curled up behind him with your ipad scrolling through pinterest, but you start paying more attention.

“wait, you missing free throws?”

❦ he side-eyes you. “you tryna play?”

❦ you do. and you have potential. you were weirdly good. you start labbing animations and creating my players and next thing you know, you’re beating him consistently. he was sick, and this was nothing like the sims with a couple extra steps for you.

“nah, nah run that back. you just cheated so bad ”

“you fouled me six times in the third quarter.”

❦ you force him to teach you the rules of March Madness and now you know so much you swore you knew ball.

❦ he took you to a Final Four game and you went so hard for his old team out of loyalty. the girl next to you was like “are you an alumni?” and you said “no. i’m just his girlfriend.”

❦ he found that beyond attractive and had his arm around you tight for the rest of the night.

❦ he always has something for you. even when it’s not a holiday or anniversary.

❦ a tiny kurapika keychain clipped to the strap of your tote (“thought it’d look good next to the gon one”).

❦ random Hello Kitty x NBA socks he found in a random shop in L.A.

❦ he never announces the gifts either. just leaves them places where you’ll find them. you open your makeup bag and there’s a new lip oil sitting in the bottom like a treasure.

❦ he loves playing 1 on 1 with you, even if it’s at 5 o’clock on the morning.

❦ you're not amazing but you will play him one-on-one and talk so much shit.

❦ and he falls for it every time. you show up in a matching tech set saying “you ready to lose again?”

❦ you’d be shooting with confidence and celebrating like you won the Finals.

❦ once you actually beat him (barely) and bought him new basketball shoes as a “consolation prize” because you definitely bruised his ego.

❦ he wore them the next day and told everyone they were from “his girl who thinks she’s bron.”

❦ your understanding of basketball is similar to real housewives of atlanta

❦ you’ll sit next to him on the couch scrolling through NBA Twitter

“so Ja said that but then PG liked the post??”

“how do you know all this?”

“i know all the tea boy.”

❦ during games you only pay attention when there’s drama.

“wait, ain’t that the guy that punched his own teammate?”

❦ he’ll be watching real film and you’re over his shoulder going “he’s mad cause his baby mama got flewed out by the rookie. i saw it on TikTok.”

❦ and he actually loves that you care in your own way.

❦ jared surprised you with dreamcon tickets for your birthday after you cried about them selling out in minutes.

❦ y’all went as Starfire and Robin and were absolutely adorable.

❦ he makes y’all leave dumb early just to beat the line. you’re annoyed until you walk in and three people stop you for pics before you even get to registration.

❦ every time someone stopped y’all for a pic he had his arm around your waist and was grinning from ear to ear

❦ he won’t admit it, but he lowkey loves cosplaying. you catch him flexing in the mirror in his Robin suit more than once.

❦ you walk past a Naruto voice actor panel and he tries to mansplain Naruto lore to you again, forgetting that’s literally how y’all met.

“jared. please don’t do this in public.”

“ok but obito is misunderstood if you really think about it—”

❦ y’all didn’t plan to go to the afterparty, but you got roped into it.

❦ he’s holding your waist like it’s a habit. takes shots with his free hand. posts blurry stories of you dancing to music, slow-panning down your fit with one of usual corny captions:

“i won already, i ain’t even gotta play”

❦ back at the hotel, y’all lay on the bed surrounded by merch and random snacks from the con floor.

❦ you’re in one of his shirts, hair tied up, scrolling through pics from the day. he’s literally just staring at you.

“what.”

“you looked so good today. like… people were looking at you and i was like, damn. that’s mine. lucky me.”

❦ then he’s rubbing your thigh with the pads of his fingers, voice low, and yeah — hotel bed, cosplay half-off, LED lights from the skyline outside, and he’s kissing your neck slow like he’s tryna convince you to never take the costume off.

[holylulusworld]

Gun for hire (3)

Summary: You’re his next target. Nothing else. Right?

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x fem!Reader

Warnings: hiring a killer, Lloyd being Lloyd, sunshine reader,

Gun for hire (2)

Gun for hire masterlist

You look out of the window, watching the city you know so well fade in the background. Lloyd guides the car out of town, and you fear, you missed your chance to run.

“Where are you taking me? Will you let me disappear somewhere out in the woods?”

He snorts. “Sunshine, if I wanted you dead, you’d lie six feet under in your garden, next to the loser your fine boyfriend sent to kill you.”

“Ex-boyfriend,” you pout. “After all he’s done, he’s my ex-boyfriend. Tommie is responsible for the poor man’s death. And now, you are going to kill me too.”

“Yeah, because you’re my assignment, not that douche’s, nor your boyfriend’s,” Lloyd slams his hands onto the steering wheel, almost losing control over the car as he looked at you for a split-second.

“So…you keep me around because you want to kill me?” You press on. It’s your life, and you want to know for how much longer you will breathe. “Why? This doesn’t make sense.”

“Rule number one, never question me, or my decisions,” Lloyd dips his head to glare at you. “Got it, sunshine?”

“Fine,” you wrinkle your nose and kick the headboard.

“No pouting or damaging my car,” he slaps his hand onto your thigh, squeezing hard. A warning to not mess with him. “You should be thankful I didn’t bury you next to that bastard.”

“What will you do now? Will you kill Tommie for not paying you?” You just can’t stop your mouth from running. You’re in a car with a man who makes money by killing people and you try to fall into an easy conversation with him. 

“If you don’t stop talking, I’ll kill you first,” he grins like the devil while glancing at you. “Aw, you lost your pretty smile, sunshine. I wonder why…”

Before you can stop yourself, you stick your tongue out. “You’re not nice.”

“I never said that I’m a nice guy, sweet cheeks,” Lloyd snaps at you. “Only because you love to hug people all the time, wear dresses looking like a three-year-old chose them and braid flowers in your hair doesn’t mean the rest of the world must be sugar-sweet too.”

“I-“ you purse your lips and inhale sharply. “You’re making it hard to like you, Lloyd. Why do you always make fun of other people? I’m nice because it is nice to be nice.”

“Christ, I got my middle school teacher in my car trying to teach me how to smile and be nice to girls,” he curls his upper lip, making his mustache look ever more ridiculous. “It’s nice to be nice.” He mimics your voice.

“You’re not nice.”

“You are annoying.”

“I hate your mustache, it looks awful. If not, you’d be an attractive man,” you snap at Lloyd, hating yourself for being mean. You cross your arms over your chest and look out of the window.

Lloyd presses his lips into a thin line. He huffs and tries to not let your words get to him. Lloyd wishes he could run his fingers over his mustache, but he must focus on driving the car to not end up dead.

He takes his time, recalling your words in his mind. Lloyd smirks and dips his head to glance at you. “So, you think I’m attractive?” 

Lloyd guides the car toward a secluded path. You press your nose against the window to get a better look at the house coming into sight.

No. This is not a house. You are living in a house. This is a mansion, surrounded by a huge fence. He slows the car down and presses a button on his phone to open the automatic driveway gate.

“Wow! Are you an Earl or something?” You gape when the house gets in sight. “I’ve never seen this kind of house outside of a magazine.”

“It’s a house,” he grunts. “You’re not here for sightseeing and to get comfortable. As soon as I talk to your ex-boyfriend, I’ll decide on…” He shrugs. “You know what happens then…”

You look away and press your lips into a thin line. If he wants to act like a meanie, you’ll not talk to him. The bullies in school gave up too when you ignored them.

All they wanted was attention, just like the man next to you.

“I said no pouting in my car,” he flashes you a smirk. Lloyd is more than happy that he was able to ruin your mood. “We are almost there, sunshine.”

He drives through the gate, a smug grin on his face while you angrily pursed your lips. That man made you angry, and you hate being angry. 

“You know, with that pout, you look kinda cute when mad,” he laughs when you make a face. “Ah, I will extinguish that sunshine in your eyes. I’ll be all too happy to make you even madder.”

Lloyd looks at the monitors while barking orders at the team he sent to get your ex-boyfriend. “Do we have sightings of the target yet?” 

“Target sighted,” one of his men answers. “He’s waiting at the agreed meeting point. What are our orders?”

“Get him. I want him alive,” Lloyd orders his men around. “That piece of shit believed he can fuck with Lloyd Hansen. He will get what he deserves. Let’s play a game.”

He leans back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other. His eyes glued to the monitors he smiles to himself. “Who gets me this man first will get a raise and one week off.”

His men storm toward your ex-boyfriend, barking orders at him. Tommie wets himself and falls to his knees. He knew it was a mistake to hire Lloyd Hansen, but he desperately wanted to give his new girlfriend all she ever dreamed of.

“Perfect ending,” Lloyd smirks in your direction when his men handcuff your ex-boyfriend. “What do you say, sunshine? Do we want to celebrate the successful hunt?”

You still refuse to talk to him. His comments and behavior made you mad, and you are angry at yourself for letting Lloyd Hansen get to you.

“Aw, come on. Give me a little smile,” he dips his head to look at you. “If you play your cards right, I let you watch me rough him up.”

You curl your lip. This man is the worst, and you can’t find it in you to be nice to him. Not after he shot someone in your kitchen and kidnapped you.

“No,” you huff and look away. “I don’t want to watch you hurt someone. I had to watch you kill that man in my kitchen. That’s enough violence for one day.”

Lloyd gets up from his chair to stalk toward you. He cups your face and smirks. 

“Sunshine, there is never enough violence when it comes to a piece of shit like your boyfriend…”

Part 4

Tags in reblog.

[werediabla]

teaching katsuki how to dance bachata.

tw // nsfw, sexual tension.

author’s note: as a latina, i just couldn’t get the concept of teaching him how to dance bachata out of my head 😩 iykyk. (i dropped a link if you don’t know what it looks like).

if ares ever dropped his sword from the heavens and lost it to the coil of the mortal world, you’re certain you’re staring right at it. there’s no other metaphor to describe the way katsuki moves; sharp, slick, and decisive — with the one-track intention to tear everything that stands between him and victory asunder.

you’ve never even openly admitted that he reminds you of some mythical weapon meant to be wielded by nothing less than the hand of a war god (not if you want to avoid the following protest of “huuh?! what the fuck are ya talkin’ about?! i’m the only great explosion murder god around here, damn you!”) but it’s true.

his physical prowess leaks out of every pore even where it doesn’t count.

like now, as you try to teach him how to follow the sensuous beat of your favorite bachata song, but he continues to move like he’s cutting through a damn battlefield rather than the dance floor.

“you’re stiff!” you huff for the fifth time, pausing the music to adjust his stance. “loosen your hips, kats.”

“that’s exactly what i’m fuckin’ doin’—“

“—feel what i’m doing and try to follow my lead, yeah?” you intercept. to his credit, he pays rapt attention to the way you let his knee melt between yours, keeping you anchored chest to chest as you roll your hips with that little bounce that’s been pissing him off since he agreed to go through with this.

well—

pissing him off might not be the right word for it.

it’s more frustrating than anything else. downright distracting. absolutely unfair. stupidly — hot.

“this ain’t workin’.” he blurts out, brows furrowed into that severe frown you’ve grown tender to.

“it’s because you’re overthinking it,” you reassure softly, continuing to break him into rhythm with gentle nudges meant to guide him into a steady beat. he picks up on it almost instantly, but the fluid motion of your hips is something he just can’t seem to replicate no matter how hard he tries.

“just grind. it’s a natural instinct between couples, why do you think the genre is so popular?”

that seems to snap something into perspective because the next four-steps, katsuki works you against his thigh like he was born and bred for it. it cuts your breath short as the two of you pace around the terrace, watching your shadows flicker under a canopy of fairylights.

“like this?” he asks gruffly, one arm curled around your lower spine and the other keeping your hand trapped in his. you can smell the faint traces of smoke and nitroglycerin clinging to his skin like this — it reminds you of fireworks in summer festivals, when the air is heady and sweet.

“yes.” you murmur more airily than you meant to, squealing when he lifts you into an improvised spin and sets you down far too slowly to fit the choreography. you practically glide down his front, letting him feel every inch of your body on the way down until you come face to face with him again.

for a moment, neither of you say anything. you’re too lost in the stillness of his scarlet gaze to break the impasse between you.

he puts an end to it when his lips capture yours with an irritated growl, feeding you slurred complains that sound suspiciously like “damn brat.” and “you’re so annoyin’.”

[punkscowardschampions]

Roses pt.2

Moses: [tell her when her next tattoo is gonna be, as if you’ve already booked it even though you haven’t yet because you’ve decided asap is when you want her to do it and as far as you’re concerned that means it is, even though she probably hasn’t even decided what she wants yet]

Rio: I can’t wait 

Rio: make her do it sooner 

Moses: I’ll pay someone to come to my ‘van and do it

Rio: 😍 and will you get a matching one with me

Rio: I’ll get [the gypsy lingo word for daddy that’s giving the one she used to call him as a bub] and you get [the word for cub/kitten] or [one of the other high key affectionate baby ones he’s called her]

Moses: [telling her he’ll get those + the name he wanted to name her + anything else he’s ever called her highkey nickname wise, just all of the above because he’s extra and she’s covered herself in lipstick lol, I doubt he actually will, though who can say knowing him haha, but he means it in this moment, and depending how he rates each depends where they are getting put, giving more visible and impossible to hide the more !! he is about them, so his absolute faves are going on his neck or literal face]

Rio: 🥴 I would die, you’d look unreal

Moses: Why I’ve the need to book some privacy for you instead of taking us back to her at [the tattoo place from before, even though the real reason is probably that y’all are such menaces/Rio is clearly underage/edam have launched a hate campaign/all of the above and she doesn’t wanna tattoo y’all again]

Rio: Hey, I can behave

Rio: sometimes

Moses: I said I don’t want it, never

Rio: I know what you want, kisses in every place you’ve got my names

Moses: Where are you getting mine

Rio: On my ribs, heart side, s’what I thought?

Moses: Cute

Rio: Are you teasing me?

Moses: [because you aren’t teasing her, telling her a voice note story, in English this time so she understands EVERY word, about how much a rib tattoo hurts because without implicitly stating it you’re stating that you therefore think it’s perfect, going into detail in ways I cannot because I don’t have one, idk if this boy does or not but even if he doesn’t personally he can know because he knows this tattoo lady who I’m sure does and I’m sure he’s talked about each of hers with her when they’ve hooked up or whatever, telling this gal that every time she breathes when this is happening she’ll think of him because appaz that’s the worst thing about it, the vibration during making it hard to] 

Rio: [he probably does by now but he definitely has one across his chest/collar bones so that’d be similar energy if not]

Rio: So, it HAS to be there then, that’s decided 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

Rio: it’s too perfect, just like how you’re going to wrap your arms around me and be my breath, that’s where you should be

Moses: [show her the messages of you arranging someone to do this ASAP despite driving dangerously rn, it’s giving defs within her easter hols and very soon but not like tomorrow because he does still have a job lol]

Rio: I have the best time with you

Moses: I’ll write it on you for them to ink, you can write mine

Rio: Shit, why didn’t I think of that

Moses: Your brain’s melting too, closer I get to where you are

Rio: You do have that effect on me

Rio: will have to send me to school sometimes or I’ll be good for nothing else

Moses: I’ll get my sister to teach you, one who’s doing nothing else

Rio: I’m a fast learner, you can tell her

Moses: I’d get carried away telling all of them all about you

Rio: I know, I wish I could talk about you too

Moses: You’ll get jealous if I tell the babies bedtime stories but secret’s safest with the youngest

Rio: I’ve always had to share you

Rio: and I like seeing you being a good brother, uncle, daddy

Moses: Did you see my favourite nephew today?

Rio: Yeah he was at the parade, didn’t see Miri though

Moses: And your brother?

Rio: Of course, Jas does his best to keep an eye on him

Moses: The ghost of a dead girl who should’ve had plenty of her own life left makes living hard

Rio: It’s confusing, I think it’s a relief, in lots of ways

Rio: but then you feel guilty about that

Moses: Yeah, I know

Rio: I don’t feel like I’m allowed to be upset about it, not properly

Rio: like that’s for him, Liam and Edie, the rest of us were just there

Moses: I feel the same

Moses: gets thrown in my face how I treated Django’s mammy, still

Moses: like it’s right I’ve my guilt in spades and wrong I can’t change the past, as if all of ‘em are mine alone

Rio: You all did it to each other, it’s never been just you, wrong to act like it

Moses: His wrongs have never been shown the light how mine are, we’re all to act like he’s a saint

Rio: Do you think?

Moses: It’s how it’s been our whole lives

Rio: Because he’s quiet and keeps to himself?

Moses: He’s never out of church, must mean he’s a good man

Moses: he hides behind that, he’s not the first to

Rio: Doesn’t mean you’re bad, you’re not

Moses: You know your bible, the brothers, one good and the other bad, he’d have it be that’s the story of us

Rio: You’re already in the Bible, so’s he

Rio: Jesus did love John the most, but you were before him

Moses: ‘Course he did, but ‘course I am

Rio: You’re most important to Jews

Rio: I’ll have to tell you your story, at bedtime

Moses: My mammy had a point with my naming, even if she did lose her way not long after

Rio: It suits you

Rio: and I hope you live to 120 like he did

Moses: I hope I’m not still lifting [the heavy shit he does at work], I’d sooner the workout of our 100 babies own 100 babies hanging off me

Rio: We won’t let you, you’re to let me look after you then, no arguing

Moses: Half the fun’s arguing but sure

Rio: As long as I get my way and you put your feet up, sure

Moses: When don’t you get your way, [one of her many nicknames]

Rio: You love me, you must really love me

Rio: I’m going to hang off you first, consider it practice

Moses: And what was it you said about practice

Rio: I’ve called you perfect so much already, but you should hear it every day ‘cos it’s true

Moses: We’d say [tell her the word for perfect or its equivalent in gypsy lingo because as far as I know you have not, not deliberately anyway, and it doesn’t count if you were ferally running your mouth and saying unhinged shit]

Rio: [practice saying it back to him, pairing it with his name and daddy and any which way you can think of]

Moses: [tell her she’s a natural also in the lingo because you said it in english earlier]

Rio: I want to be able to talk to you and have no one else around us know what’s being said

Moses: You’d have to come up with our own language for that, there’s what you can do instead of run off to school

Rio: That sounds like more fun

Rio: as long as I can bring you your lunch, I’ll be lonely otherwise

Moses: Me too

Rio: I cried so much for you, when I thought I had to leave you

Rio: it made me puke

Moses: Go to work with me [whenever he next has it because idk if it was easter sunday or monday today so could be tomorrow or might not]

Rio: Bring your daughter to work day

Rio: show me what you do

Moses: Show you off

Rio: They’ve probably all seen me at my work, seen me with you

Moses: Eyes and ears, I’ve warned ‘em off you

Rio: Really?

Moses: And at my work, the lads who drink at yours

Rio: You’re so protective

Moses: You’re mine to protect

Rio: I would never look at anyone else, I’ve only need of your love, no matter what I might look like, it’s only for you, not them

Moses: You could walk round naked as you was born and it’d be their fault for looking, them I’d punish, not you

Rio: I’d be jealous

Rio: but too turned on to be naked, I already feel like there’s a neon sign above my head telling on me every time I’m around you

Moses: Be more subtle if mine was above my head

Rio: Subtle’s overrated

Rio: your hands all over me when I’m trying to do my job makes it worth clocking in

Moses: The second [this pub owner man] hands you keys, I’ll have you all over his pub, just like I did under your mammy’s roof

Rio: You’ve every right 

Rio: I fucked myself in their bed this morning whilst they were setting things up, moaning your name hoping to be heard

Moses: You’re a good girl

Moses: [perfect in gypsy lingo again]

Rio: I want to invite you over, I wish Edie’s birthday was sooner, I need to love on you in front of them

Moses: You should, I’m your daddy too, am I not

Rio: I’ll tell mama, you’re really looking after me at the pub, how much I’m loving having you back in my life

Moses: [describing the dress he’s gonna buy her to wear for this which is giving one he remembers from when she was a baby, so he’s telling her which photo she should try and find and look at etc etc like that’s the inspo]

Rio: I’m scrolling, trying to

Rio: but every time you’re in the picture too, I have to stop, the way we’re looking at each other

Moses: [likewise be, as if it’s a race and you aren’t already racing to drive to her and in danger of crashing, so find it before her and send it]

Moses: this one

Rio: There’s your little girl

Rio: I look just like your tattoo there

Moses: I wish I’d got a portrait of you

Rio: You’re her whole world, Moses

Moses: I didn’t want it to look like you’d died, even when I felt like I had when we weren’t a family

Rio: It’s so cruel, my heart could break again

Moses: It’s yours to break, I never had a heart before you

Rio: Pour all your love into me, it’s mine

Moses: There’s too much

Rio: Then you make a baby with me and we pour it into them and another and another until you’ve given me everything you can

Moses: We’d need more children than you can give me

Rio: I can stay full of you in other ways, I want your love to leak out of me 

Moses: It’s leaking out of me here in this car

Rio: Me too, I can’t believe I’m playing with my pussy thinking about you changing me

Moses: I hate that my headlights aren’t pointing only at you

Rio: I hate every other person on the road

Rio: you’re going to have me this hysterical in the middle of it next time they’ve got somewhere they reckon they need to be, they can see what need is

Moses: Fair, I am your guaranteed cure for it

Rio: You said it, the only thing that was to get me to sleep

Moses: You were proper smart, even straight out of her

Rio: Yeah?

Moses: My nieces and nephews seemed slow thanks to you, bless ‘em

Rio: You were proud of me, I’ll never forget you saying that

Moses: You didn’t take your eyes off me, listened to every word I said

Rio: That’s how I feel again now, when I can tune everybody else out

Rio: I’m fascinated and in love with you, and nobody else’s voice matters

Moses: Everybody tried to tell us you couldn’t understand yet but I knew different

Rio: You know me, I knew you, like we’d met before

Moses: Like you’re of my blood, not his

Rio: I’m of your soul, it’s unbreakable, I’m bound to you

Moses: I must’ve made a deal with god or the devil the night before you were born to get one, whoever’d promise we could stay together

Rio: Couldn’t you see God when you broke my virgin cunt with your grown man cock?

Moses: I’ll get no closer to heaven than being inside of you

Rio: I knew it would be you, I just had to get you alone

Rio: you made me jealous of my own mammy, brother and sister, all for the want of you to myself

Moses: I’m jealous of your mammy you came from her, I’d break as many of my own ribs as it’d take to fit you into my body, then or now

Rio: I could cut you open, live right there in your chest, replace your heart

Moses: You’re already the reason it beats, [another of her nicknames]

Rio: We need to run away, I can’t bear being apart from you

Moses: I’ll drop you at her house when I can bear to, pack [the doll they said they’d name their child after], your hairbrush

Rio: They’ll never understand

Rio: even if I leave a really long letter explaining how right this is and I’ve wanted it my entire life

Moses: You don’t need their understanding, you’ve got mine

Rio: How many babies are you going to give me before you can legally be with me?

Moses: The day she’s born, I’ll put her sister in her place

Rio: Just like me and Edie

Moses: We’ll put my mammy and daddy’s numbers to shame

Rio: We’re more in love

Rio: and I’ll never let you get bored ever

Rio: even when I’m in labour, I’m begging you to be in my other hole 

Moses: I can’t wait to hear who cries loudest, you or her

Rio: You’ll see her first, whilst I’m on all fours

Moses: She’ll see me as her first sight of the world out of you

Rio: Her first love, just like me

Moses: Christ, I could cry myself thinking about it

Rio: You can, we will

Rio: I’ll sob until I’m struggling to see or breathe

Moses: I’ll calm you down, that’s what you do for me

Rio: That’s why I need you, we need to be together

Rio: I feel like I’ve been screaming for the past [since he left, which is giving 9/10 ish years]

Moses: I reckon I’ve been in more fights the past [9/10 years] than the others of my life combined ‘cause I weren’t allowed to fight Cavante or your mammy for you

Rio: I don’t blame you, that makes perfect sense

Rio: all the ways I’ve acted out and not taken the time to really think about why

Rio: because I knew I just had to wait, wait to find you again

Moses: I blamed your little sisters

Rio: Would you have stayed, if they didn’t happen

Rio: but mama still fucked up and did that?

Moses: I’d have raised them, she didn’t give me the option

Rio: Wow

Moses: I don’t know what I did, still

Moses: why she went crawling to him again

Rio: Did she ever tell you, or did the answer change?

Moses: No answer’s good enough

Rio: No, probably not

Moses: And now she’s got what she’s been asking for all along

Rio: I guess so

Moses: When his doubts come creeping in, she’ll get what she deserves

Rio: You think he’ll go back to his family?

Moses: If Clem’s any newfound sense she wouldn’t accept him

Rio: You’d hope not but I don’t know

Rio: they’ve a lot of kids and a lot of years

Moses: She’s a lot of living to do as a free woman

Rio: I’d think so

Moses: And her kids can run wilder out of his controlling shadow, how they ought

Rio: It’s what you want for them, just not how it happened

Moses: Duty to provide is the only one he bothered himself with fulfilling when he was her husband, neither he nor his cash is gonna be missed, he’ll still have to send his wages to her

Rio: He does

Moses: Least he can do til Junior’s of full grown man earning age

Rio: And we’re fine without it

Moses: You are, you’re mine to provide for

Rio: But the others too, they’re gonna be okay

Moses: Write your letter you don’t to your mammy to them, if you’re worried

Rio: I’ll always worry, I don’t know how to not

Moses: You’re a daughter of mine, protective same as I am

Rio: What do I do, when they hate me, when we can’t be here?

Moses: Use your strong mammying instincts to raise our babies til your brother and sisters come ‘round to us, not just playing happy families but being the proper real thing

Rio: Even if they do, you know all the people who never will, who will be ready to kill you

Moses: Let ‘em try

Rio: No, I won’t

Moses: Only chance of going to my grave is if I put myself in it, don’t worry

Rio: Easier said than done

Rio: but I’ll try

Moses: Trust me, can’t you

Rio: It’s not you I’m worried about, not like that

Moses: Who else

Rio: The list is long, you’re not stupid, you know what would be said and thought

Moses: Nor you, what you writing a list in your head for

Rio: People won’t believe I’m just as much to blame, it makes them too uncomfortable

Moses: Who cares, I’ll take it all

Rio: I do, why aren’t you scared?

Moses: I’ve told you why

Rio: I know

Rio: I just feel like a stupid kid, like I don’t know what I’m getting you into

Moses: If I felt like that I’d have steered clear of you, wouldn’t I

Rio: Yeah, I guess so

Moses: I can have any woman and who is it I want

Rio: Me

Moses: You

Moses: and do you reckon I’m stupid?

Rio: Of course not

Moses: What am I

Rio: Always right

Moses: So what are you

Rio: Protected

Moses: That you are

Rio: I’m not used to a man making me feel safe

Moses: You’ll get used to it

Moses: your head just has to catch up to what the rest of your body knows

Rio: That it’s best left in your hands

Moses: All I’m after is what’s best for you

Rio: I know that

Rio: you’re the one for me

Moses: How am I to believe you about that unless you show us

Moses: where’s your smile for me?

Rio: On your arm, you just had yours on it 

Moses: On your face, lighting your eyes up

Moses: or I’ll turn this car around

Rio: Don’t say that

Moses: Don’t you want to see me

Rio: Always

Rio: I’ve been out here in the rain waiting for ages

Moses: I could’ve left you waiting until [a time that he’s saying suits him, but giving when she said friday and he was mad because he’s lowkey mad that she isn’t grinning at the prospect of him turning up]

Rio: I could’ve not messaged

Moses: [not you being petty, and not to mention dangerous yet again because you’re still driving, and deleting this entire convo like okay fine if that’s what you want because she’s being sassy about it]

Rio: For fuck’s sake

Moses: Fuck this attitude you’re giving me

Rio: It’s a waste of time 

Moses: I’ve had a shit family Easter too, you know

Moses: I’m not taking mine out on you

Rio: Why was yours shit

Moses: Nah, don’t trouble yourself

Rio: Seriously?

Moses: I’m in no mood to relive none of it

Rio: Alright, not going to make you

Moses: Get out the rain, on you go in

Rio: See you around, probably

Moses: You might, your next shift

Rio: I’m going to take a break

Moses: Suit yourself

Rio: I’ve cleared it with [the pub landlord]

Moses: He’ll clear a lock-in without you, for something to do

Moses: [some girl who worked there before her or wants to now] can pull a pint passable enough to cover your break

Rio: No one will miss us then, I can relax in peace

Moses: Here’s hoping you feel better from it, sweetheart

Rio: You made me change my mind, it’s your fault

Moses: You don’t wanna be made to feel better

Rio: Back at you

Moses: Go on, blame me, as I said, I can take it

Rio: Very heroic of you

Rio: Go ahead and take [this bar gal] out instead, I don’t care

Moses: If you’re past caring, I will

Rio: I hope you enjoy your lock-in

Moses: No rest for the wicked

Rio: Poor you

Moses: You’re whos feeling sorry for herself

Rio: You’d know why if you’d have been here

Rio: never mind

Moses: Well, I weren’t invited, was I

Moses: your little bitch of a girl cousin took pleasure in pointing that one out while you was busying yourself shifting her brother

Rio: She is a bitch, you’re the one who tried to make me jealous using her

Moses: She’s in good company with you

Rio: Yeah, great

Moses: Some [the name he wanted to give her, because as I said in those brackets earlier it’s giving hope/destiny vibes] you are

Rio: You drove all this way to tell me to go inside

Moses: I drove all that way for you to get me to change direction at [it’s giving so close by it’s frankly laughable]

Moses: nothing about you throwing everything I’ve said and done to try and make you happy back in my face makes me wanna see yours

Rio: I didn’t do anything wrong, you flipped on me

Moses: I can’t do anything right for you today

Rio: Which is why I want to give you a break, genuinely

Rio: I’m a mess right now, drunk, sober, in the rain or out, I can’t help it

Moses: I can handle the state of you, what I can’t is you telling me different, let’s not act like I’m a little boy saying you were cute for about a week

Moses: I’m a man of my word

Rio: Why should you have to, that’s no fun

Moses: I love you, I don’t have to, I fucking want to

Rio: Tell me to stop

Moses: You tell me to stop this car

Rio: Don’t leave me

Moses: Don’t go over my head to [the pub owner] again

Rio: I won’t

Moses: If you won’t speak your problems to me, keep your mouth shut

Moses: ain’t his business to be put in the middle of, he’s trying to run an honest one

Rio: I just asked for the leave I have, it’s barely anything 

Rio: it’s not like I said anything for why

Moses: You’ve been there 5 minutes, what he’s gonna reckon is you don’t want to graft now your mates are off school, treat you like a silly schoolkid

Rio: Maybe I shouldn’t work there

Moses: Not if you keep messing him about

Rio: You don’t need to lecture me, I know how it works

Moses: You aren’t after hearing it knowing I’ve a point

Rio: Does it matter?

Moses: You’d resent us if I said quit a job you’ve said you love

Rio: It’s not like I’ll be able to keep it long

Rio: not if we have to go

Moses: You’d be able to enjoy the now

Rio: Maybe

Moses: Babies don’t show for months

Rio: If we’re testing our luck

Moses: If you wanna go tonight, we’ll away

Moses: I thought you didn’t

Rio: When are you off on a new job?

Moses: [tell her when you are]

Rio: Then we’ll go then

Moses: We’ll talk about it when it gets nearer

Rio: What do you mean we’ll talk about it

Moses: Cross that bridge when, depending on if you’ve changed your mind or you mean to stick to it this time

Rio: Staying isn’t an option as long as we are

Moses: And you’ve got long enough before to try and leave me again, if you’re of the mind to

Rio: Why do you want to go [to wherever this job is] alone?

Moses: I don’t

Rio: Nah, I’m not dumb

Rio: tonight turned into a we’ll see, fine

Moses: Fuck’s sake

Moses: you’re deliberately doing this to wind me up, you have to be

Rio: It’s obvious you wanna be single whilst you’re away, no big deal

Rio: at least I get to hit you with a like father like son now

Moses: Don’t you speak for me

Rio: I heard you loud and clear

Moses: Nah, your guilt about cheating on me is loud, that’s more like it

Rio: Not like I fucked him

Moses: That’s alright then, you go round town collecting kisses from every dope boy you meet

Rio: Not the holiday for it

Moses: You’re not funny for the fucking joke

Rio: He’s my cousin, it doesn’t fucking count

Moses: It does to me, strike 1

Rio: Makes us equal

Moses: I’ve not gone near anyone else

Rio: No but you threw my phone out the window and left me on the side of the road and they’re my calls to make so

Moses: I bought you a new phone and I came straight back for you

Rio: You still did it

Rio: I made you cum, doesn’t undo the kiss

Moses: You pushed me to it

Rio: I didn’t do anything

Moses: Sure you didn’t

Rio: I was on my phone

Moses: Shutting me out

Rio: You know why, I needed a minute

Moses: You do why I was upset, I don’t get a minute’s grace

Moses: today either

Rio: You’re all the same

Moses: Oh please, what would you know

Rio: You’re not the first person to ask for that today

Moses: I’m the first who shouldn’t have need of asking

Rio: If I’m not breaking my back to facilitate what all of you want all the time the world stops spinning 

Moses: Who breaks their back for who, I’ve spent all my time stopping you spinning out, you ungrateful brat

Rio: Consider your shift over

Moses: Work pays, you only cost me

Rio: Then go

Moses: I can’t

Rio: I can’t keep being told by everyone I thought loved me that I’m a shitty person

Moses: You’re meant to love me, not keep score of what makes you hate me

Rio: You are

Rio: but I don’t hate you

Moses: You kissed him however many hours ago, your broken phone was [whenever it was, as if it was AGES ago ugh get over it, when it was nothing of the sort]

Moses: and I said sorry with the car, you never even got in mine

Rio: My wages don’t stretch that far yet

Moses: I don’t want paying off, god

Rio: And I do?

Moses: You don’t want to make up with me, you’ve left me [wherever he is] with the engine colder than you

Rio: Stop calling me cold

Moses: You said you don’t care if I fuck [this girl from the pub]

Rio: Obviously I do

Rio: I was just saying that because you were being mean

Moses: Say how mean you’d be to her and I’ll show you what you really made me do

Rio: I would have to ruin her life

Rio: make sure she fucks up everyone’s orders, make her do all the shit jobs I don’t wanna do, tell everyone in the pub horrible rumours about her…

Moses: There’s my little psycho

Rio: I never said I’d trip her down the cellar stairs or let a barrel fall on her or anything

Moses: You’d never move a barrel, baby

Rio: I’d have to roll it and hope for the best

Rio: unless you’re gonna help me

Moses: Are you gonna let me

Rio: Depends

Moses: On what

Rio: If you love me enough to help me get away with murder

Moses: Long as the blood’s on my hands instead of yours, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you

Rio: Okay, you can help

Rio: maybe I want to get my hands dirty for you though

Moses: You kept yourself pure for me, now you’ve got to cradle my babies with those hands

Rio: I’ll never touch anyone else ever again

Moses: Neither will I, don’t matter how you hit out at me

Rio: You’re the strongest person I know

Rio: no one else can handle me

Moses: [show her the carnage you’ve caused to your beloved car because it’s giving that you used the arm that her tattoo is on to elbow out the window when you were angry and now you’re also drenched because the rain has been coming through for however long]

Rio: You did that?

Moses: It’s your fault, but yeah

Rio: Shit

Rio: are you hurt, do you need to get stitches?

Moses: Car windows don’t break like ‘vans or houses

Rio: Does that mean you’re okay or a different kind of fucked?

Moses: Am I or am I not the strongest person you know

Moses: be a record you changed your mind that quick

Rio: I’m only checking that you’re okay before I get turned on by it

Rio: considerate like that

Moses: Me too, could’ve gone with my first impulse and headbutted the steering wheel, set the airbag off

Rio: No, daddy

Rio: you’re not allowed

Moses: Maybe I’ll send the repair bill to London

Rio: Could do

Rio: or you can bounce my head off the wheel instead

Moses: No, dope

Rio: I’ve been the worst

Moses: I’ve done my share, wes probably are even

Rio: I’m sorry for today, all of it

Moses: I know you are

Rio: Can I come to you?

Moses: I best move the car before questions are asked, I’ll come to you

Rio: Okay

Rio: I’ll bring you a towel

Moses: And [the specific doll they are naming their hypothetical child after]

Rio: I rescued her from Grace’s room

Moses: She’s coming home with me, I’m out of practice, I need her help

Rio: 🥴

Rio: Step one, we’ll have to borrow one of your nieces next

Moses: Or sisters, my mammy’ll probably be having another the same time as you if we hurry up

Rio: You’ve so many, what’s it like?

Moses: [the number of just sisters you have rn from Miri right through to the youngest because I dread to think truly, your parents are insane]

Moses: what do you think that’d be like

Rio: Mad, I can’t imagine it properly

Rio: you’re a fully grown man and there are babies still

Moses: [tell her how old Miri is as eldest in this year of our lord and how old your youngest sister is atm, because the age gap would be wild even if said youngest is a child instead of a baby, there’s no telling how old your mother is, giving younger than your dad and young when she started but we don’t know]

Rio: I hope I can keep having babies for you as long

Rio: Imagine how old you’ll be

Moses: I don’t mind if we just have her though, a perfect one

Rio: Me either, I just like you breeding me that’s all, there’s ways around it if you mean it

Moses: [tell her about how many puppies your dog has had and where they’ve gone because in my heart that’s where Edie’s dogs are from, shoutout Shark, just passing puppies to all your family members lol]

Rio: You can’t do that with babies, I’m afraid

Moses: Clem has, my mammy’s raised hers more than she’s bothered herself to

Rio: You said you were alike, but not in that regard

Moses: She didn’t treat her dolls how you did yours

Rio: [show him that you’ve turned this towel into a sling and have this doll in it casually]

Moses: [do some dramatic gypsy lingo swearing about it because you’re !! about seeing that]

Rio: I do wish she was real, but I’ve only grown up that much

Rio: I could still play with her all day

Moses: She’ll be real when your blood’s clean of what you took to stop me

Rio: Will you let me film it

Rio: it won’t go anywhere but I want to have the time you got me pregnant saved forever, like a baby book, you know

Rio: I’ll keep it all, the tests, everything

Moses: No reason why not, we’ll have a wedding video filmed when you’re older

Rio: I should’ve got one of the wedding dresses from the dressing up box

Rio: I’ll go back, real quick

Moses: [an ETA because he clearly isn’t far away but he clearly wants her to so it’s giving you’ll have time if you hurry up]

Rio: Won’t leave you waiting

Moses: [Good girl in gypsy lingo, but woman not girl because rn she is to him]

Rio: [send him a picture of the ridiculous amount of options because all the wedding and communion etc dresses your mother will have saved from the shop over the years, the collection is WILD]

Moses: [pick such an extra one because we know your taste sir, unlike the little girl dress he wanted her to wear for being invited over to the jali gaff, this one is giving WEDDING CODED hardcore]

Rio: You’ve got good taste

Moses: You’ve an even better figure

Rio: I’m not going to know how to act when I see you in your suit

Moses: [omg tell her about the wedding of one of Johnny’s sisters when Ali is pregnant with Edie that we’re gonna do one day, what you wore, what you dressed baby Rio in, all about her playing with Johnny’s kids etc etc, all the wedding cake you fed her, all the things because mali didn’t get a wedding and this is the closest we have, he’s skewing it to be about y’all though, but I see you sir]

Rio: [send him pictures you’re finding on socials like this day?]

Rio: I wish I remembered but you telling me feels like I almost do

Moses: [send her all the pics from Johnny’s fams socials that she wouldn’t have ever have seen, however long they might take him to find because it’s not like anyone was deliberately trying to take loads of pics of baby Rio or him in this moment but some will exist]

Rio: We’re the cutest little family

Rio: and you’re a lot handsomer than her mans, no offence 

Moses: Not much of a compliment that you’re cuter than any of my cousins or my niece who was your pal that day, ‘course you are

Rio: It is your fault I’m such a spoilt brat, you know

Rio: look at you treating me like a princess at some poor lady’s wedding, like it’s all about me

Moses: You are my princess, then and now

Rio: And I know it, that I’ve the best man in the room wrapped around my little finger

Moses: [tell her about how after going to this wedding baby Rio wanted to play weddings all the time for such a long time after, even if you’re shamelessly exaggerating her antics because she was very little and you’re putting the energy on it that she was fully aware as if she’s older like earlier when you said she understood every word you said]

Rio: I was after stealing you from my mama before I was even born, it only got more blatant

Moses: Do you remember the [he’s being specific hence my brackets because I won’t but it’s giving such a boujee baby bracelet] I gave you when you were born?

Rio: Of course, I loved that thing, I cried when it wouldn’t fit me anymore 

Moses: I’ll get you a sized up version, your precious daughter can have the original

Rio: I want to dress her up just like you did me

Rio: I want you to spoil her just like you did me

Moses: I’ll spoil her more cos you like it more than your mammy did, she wanted me to tone it down

Rio: I wanted them to all get lost and leave me with you, honestly

Moses: By god, I wanted to run off with you too, still do

Rio: You’re the happy ending fairytale prince

Rio: but way more fun than they ever are

Moses: I should tell you the stories my [nan who is such a one, we remember when he bribed her when mali era with something she shouldn’t have lol] told us

Rio: You have to

Moses: What time is it

Rio: [looking and saying because truly no idea like oh lol]

Rio: is it for bedtime only, are you saying?

Moses: Hers were, I wouldn’t sleep for no one or nothing else

Rio: 🥺 Little daddy

Moses: Before our fight started, today already felt like the hardest day of my life, the longest

Moses: Easter’s for family and I wanted you with me every minute, felt you weren’t

Rio: That’s how I felt too

Rio: lonely surrounded by them for the lack of you

Rio: I was thinking about you, what you were doing, until I couldn’t stand it and I had to drink about it

Moses: [naming his cocktail of drugs lol because that’s what he was doing to get through it, he hates to see a fam function coming, and now with the added Miri of it all and her not being allowed to be there even all these years on, even more so I’m sure]

Rio: I hate the thought of it

Rio: I really will invite you to the next thing, I swear

Moses: [do tell her some fun things the youngest of the fam were doing though because you love little kids and babies shamelessly, as we know, and that would’ve been the only highlight for you because these whether they’re your siblings or nieces and nephews or both would be naughty I’m sure]

Rio: 😅 that’s how it is when the adults are outnumbered

Rio: I’d have liked to have been at your day more, to be honest

Moses: My daddy and [whichever other lads of the fam aka his other brothers are old enough at this point to be in the pub] have met you, but many still need the honours doing

Rio: Do they know

Rio: what we are, I mean

Moses: I’ve not hidden it

Rio: But you’ve not said anything, okay

Moses: Without you there to say your piece too don’t seem right

Rio: I weren’t asking you to say anything, don’t worry

Moses: But you’ll accept the invite, to meet the babies at least under one roof as they are, and so easier to find

Rio: Of course, I really want to

Moses: I don’t blame you, they’ll love you

Rio: It’s been ages since anyone in my family had a baby

Rio: 😔

Moses: My family can’t help themselves

Rio: There’s a lot of you to be having them

Moses: There’s a lot of fun to be had with it

Rio: Do you ever feel weird, for not having a wife?

Moses: I’ve had plenty of wives, sure just none of them hitched to me

Rio: Hm, you know what I mean

Moses: I’d have felt weirder taking a wife for the sake of

Rio: ‘Course

Rio: your mammy isn’t that type then, constantly asking you

Moses: She’s the type to speak when she’s spoken to, and not when the men are talking, my daddy’s got her what he considers to be well trained, broken in, he’d call it

Moses: I didn’t like when you compared us

Rio: That’s why I did it, not because I think it’s true

Moses: I mean to do better by you than the example he’s set

Rio: You do, I know you

Rio: and I don’t know your daddy at all to properly make parallels 

Moses: He’s said things

Moses: about me and you, what we are

Rio: What did you in response

Moses: I didn’t know what to other than change the subject

Rio: That works

Rio: and it’s cute

Moses: Whole of the long weekend came across as a pat on the back from him, like what he was giving a lash was being proud of us for having you, but it might’ve been the [drugs]

Rio: He isn’t worried I’m going to get you in trouble? That it’s dangerous

Rio: I thought he’d tell you to pack it in, even if he personally didn’t have a problem…

Moses: As he gets older that’s what he credits keeping him young

Rio: I don’t think you were imagining it because of [the drugs], he’s made comments before at the pub, nothing crazy but

Moses: What comments 

Rio: Just saying that we seem close, I seem like a very friendly girl, that sort of thing 

Rio: like I said, I’ve heard worse from worse, but I thought he knew too

Moses: Obvious what friendly is code for

Rio: ‘Course, not just commenting on my customer service skills, even though I’m much nicer than [the pub landlord, like yes I AM friendly sir lol]

Moses: I’ll talk to him

Rio: I wasn’t trying to dob him in, promise

Rio: but he’s your daddy, you can talk to him if you think it’s a good idea

Moses: He tells on himself around women who look as good as you

Rio: Awh, they all do

Moses: All he needs telling by me is that you’re mine and it’s settled

Rio: At least you know, well, are pretty sure, he’s not going to try to change your mind

Rio: your brothers and that might if they were the ones that knew

Moses: They might find themselves glassed if they reckon they can try and tell me anything

Rio: Don’t be silly, they’re just trying to look out for you

Moses: I’m the eldest brother, that’s on me to do

Rio: You can tell you’re the oldest boy

Moses: What they say

Rio: They don’t call boys bossy, you’re alright, that’s just my fate

Moses: I’m no control freak, neither are you

Moses: wes care but not like my cousin shows he does, they’re allowed to have their fun

Rio: I just want them to be happy, however they go about it isn’t important

Moses: I’m the same

Rio: You are, we are

Moses: Seems like ages since you were under my eye without a phone screen playing you to me, I miss you so much

Rio: It seriously does, today may as well have been a year

Rio: I’m all yours until you have to go to work again

Moses: I’m not going

Rio: You’re jealous of my PTO

Moses: I’m taking you on holiday

Rio: Really?

Moses: How many days did [the pub owner] owe you, [a number guess based on how many shifts she’s done because you’ve slept with other barmaids there clearly]?

Rio: Yep, good maths

Moses: A long weekend then, to undo this one

Rio: I’d like nothing better

Rio: where do you want to go?

Moses: Be in the week though, I haven’t the patience to wait for Friday

Moses: but the rest’s up to you to decide, where included

Rio: I’ve not the patience now, I’m pacing like I’m trying to get this doll off to sleep

Rio: and I keep looking at [the picture of them she had to delete from socials when they went to get their tattoos because everyone said HM] 

Rio: A long weekend of being with you like that

Moses: She is gonna need her eyes closed ready for what I’m about to do to her mammy

Rio: 😅 her mammy will have to practice being quiet too

Moses: If her daddy wants her mammy quiet, he knows what to do

Rio: I missed you more

[ontheconversationtheyrehappening]

part two

I could tell from their uniforms, from a war before women were allowed in any militia in the country. They had been dead for far longer than I’d been alive, much less been a DD. One was toddling along behind the other. He had no head, but the one in front seemed to be perfectly alright. I greeted them “Good evening sirs. I presume you’re looking for the town necromancer?” The one in back made neck movements that must’ve been an attempt at nodding. “Got hired by a necromancer three towns over. Got Binx’s head blown off, but of course he decided to charge us more than he had payed us in the first place. Heard you were pretty good. Just wanna get his head fixed before the spell he used runs up,” the one with his head on said. I tilted my head “well I don’t normally deal with people this far into decay. Or uh, reanimated skeletons at all,” I paused “but I supposed I could try. Have a few things I could mess around with.” Another phantom nod. I grabbed his boned arm gently and led him down the street, to the clinic I shared with the regular healer. I sat them down in my office and held his shoulder as I examined them. “Just bones separations, fortunately, no fragmentation. Do you have his head?” I turned to the other man, who was making a quiet clacking sound by tapping his finger onto his cheekbone. “Part of it,” he said solemnly, pulling a jawbone lined with teeth, impeccably well maintained for their age, “rest of it shattered, I think, couldn’t find any parts recognizable as his”. He placed the jaw bone in my palm. If he had an endocrine system he wouldn’t be sweating by now. “Can you still fix him?” He asked worriedly, taking the other man’s hand. I nodded. “Sometimes people can’t pay for our services,” I commented as I begin to look through the office cabinet, “so for a delay in their deaths, they let me keep the body” I smile and pull out the top half of a skull from the cabinet and set it down on the table, next to my knife. The man with his head watches quietly as I methodically whittle down the skull so the jaw bone fits perfectly. More cosmetic than anything, but I had nothing else to do, and this skull would be what he has forever. Once they fit, I pull out a large jar of brown slime. Blood, sticky and thick with age. Blood, the bandaid of the necromancy world. I pull on a glove and spread it between the jaw and the part of the skull it would connect to. Then I move with the jar to the exposed spine. “This may feel… a tad weird.” I say, as I spread blood onto the top couple spinal bones. Then I take the head and place it over the spot. It’s quiet. The familiar thrum of the reverse of nature rushing through me. People ask what it’s like. It’s as if mushrooms were whispering to me. Teaching me the secret they’ve always known. That you can make life out of where it doesn’t want to be. “There,”. I say as I feel it pass, “it’ll look strange for a bit, there are some tendons grown where I attached things, but those should decay within the month.” I hoped. I was going off of my worst patients, and even they weren’t this bad. The now not beheaded man stretched his jaw “thank you” he said smiling as hard as someone with no muscles can “I cannot thank you enough”. I smiled back “of course” I gestured toward their uniforms “I know why you fought. I cannot thank you enough.” I replied, think of my wife. Think of the boney hands now entangled between them. They left an hour later, after the man got used to the tendons he had gone so long without. They were still holding hands when I last saw them, just before I went home to see my wife.

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Nerdy!JJxFM!Reader

Chapter 2

JJ POV

Well who would have guessed, That Y/N shared a view classes with me, more than I would have thought. We share Chemistry, World History and Algebra. It's a wonder that I didn’t notice her before, how she nearly gave off a light brighter than the sun, How could I not have noticed that Goddess sitting in my classes. Well she is smart or so it seems in class she's always concentrated, answers questions and takes notes. Things I should be doing but she now got my interest and to be honest I would rather look at such beauty than looking at our professor trying to teach us about the time of the Spain Revolution 1936. Which I already know everything about, Its easy to understand really and can be easily read about when picking up a book about it. I think I read like 3 or 4 about it so this lesson is just an easy way to get good grades. She doesn’t seem to struggle in the two other classes we share, only algebra seems to give her a hard time. That explains why she wants my help with it.

“Hey JJ, Can you stop eye fucking that girl, I need your notes of this class and you haven’t done any.” Rafe whispers next to me.

“Would you shut it, and I’m not eye fucking her, she would need to look at me to do that, also not my problem I give you my notes because I want to not because I need to”

I say smirking.

“Oh come on you know I only need the notes to learn”

He whispered.

“I thought you don’t need help with the topic”

I answer. Rafe was one of the seniors I got along with, he was smart but lazy, he understood material quickly but he has the memory of a fish. That's why I lend him my notes so he could refresh his memory every time we do a test.

“Now your just teasing, also you never stared at her before, to be honest you didn’t stare at any kind of girl since I meet you, School was like the one thing you did, to be honest I was worrying you were gay for a long time”

At that I look at him surprised. Me gay? oh come on.

“Well I’m not, and I’m looking at her because she's Beautiful”

I say going back on doing exactly that.

“Well so are many other girls in the room so why her.”

I hate that he can be that smart sometimes.

“Because she asked me to tutor her, and now she caught my interest”

I explain.

“Ohh, Now I get it”

Rafe answers with a smirk

“Maybank, do you have anything you would like to say to the class since you seemed to be in a heated conversation with Cameron”

The professor asks and the room is silent.

“No mam, nothing to add Rafe just wanted to know the exact date of the start of the revolution he didn’t catch it”

I explain my student smile put on.

“Oh well you could have asked Cameron, There is no shame in it but I would expect you to know it since I have been talking about it for the past hour”

The professor explains and goes back to talking about the revolution.

“You really needed to throw me under the bus like that ?”

I smile

“Yes”

a simple and well meant answer.Rafe gave a groan and rolled his eyes before finally paying attention to the lesson. While I put my attention back on her, Her head turned from the professor to her notes. hmm, I think tutoring her will be finally fun, not like the others, they are just dens, I explain it to them the easiest way possible, really I do no joking, and they just don’t get it and come with the answer ‘This is useless when should I need this in life’ and they are not wrong but you need this material to pass your exams so I guess you need it once you graduate. She will be different, I know it.

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Between Brothers

Selfship Fic Collection

Words: 450

I hold onto a big, stuffy bear. Or that is what he calls himself and every worker at Junes calls him too. At least whenever he is wearing the costume. His name? Fittingly, Teddie. A cute, little guy  He sometimes says things out of line yet does he know better? Not really, no.

I usually cannot resist. Honestly, I am probably not even trying really hard. But how can I? Teddie is usually so adorable. Whenever I see him running around in his mascot costume I sneak up behind him and just hug him. I had done so not too long ago actually, squeezing my face against him.

I don’t really pay attention to any of the surroundings. Even with others watching I only proceed to hug this big bear. And as he doesn’t push me off I think that he doesn’t mind it either. In fact, I can hear him enjoying it as well.

“Haha, Annika–Chan is always so sudden with her hugs!” I hear him point out, giggling a little. “I got her captivated with my beary charms, didn’t I?”

“You know that she sees you as a stuffed animal, right?” I hear a voice sigh, though also sounding a little annoyed. My eyes open, gaze wandering a little up to see who is standing nearby. And it is Yosuke who is looking at the sight with a bit of a grimace on his face, not to mention crossed arms. He can’t hide his annoyance, even if he tries. “It’s got nothing to do with you being charming.”

“Oh? Is someone jealous?”

“No?”

“Don’t worry Yosuke, you can be next! Right Annika–Chan?”

“But I wanna hug Teddie more…” I whine, deciding to just bury my face in the soft costume. It almost feels like fur. It is that soft! 

“Oh? You do!?” Teddie asks, almost surprised sounding before then adding: “Sorry, she’s all mine now~”

“Again, she doesn’t see you like that.” Yosuke counters, seeming to hold back his grumble. 

“Now, now. I can teach you if you want. Maybe you can get a girlfriend too then!”

“That– I’m fine on my own thank you very much!” He hisses back, almost defensive sounding. “Besides, she’s not your girlfriend!”

“No, I think that you’re jealous.”

“Annika doesn’t see you like that! Don’t you get that!?”

“Then why is she hugging me?”

“Because she thinks you’re a life sized stuffed animal!”

“Nuh–uh!”

“Yuh–uh!”

Needless to say, it is an endless back and forth between the two. I ignore it however, too busy hugging and squeezing. Gimme a few more minutes before letting go of little Teddie here. I just can’t resist when he looks and acts so adorably after all!

[astralithium]

Don’t mind me, this is just a long collection of thoughts as I attempt to troubleshoot my biggest writing block right now: Mario.

Because right now, the point I’ve posted up to in the Trustfall AU? His brain is absolute mush. And I can’t say I blame him! He’s officially a Dad now, to the most wide eyed, fluffy, adorable, brilliant prodigy on two worlds! He’s ecstatic!

A few hours later, though, what that all means will hit him so hard, he won’t be able to breathe.

He’s a protector at heart. He’s spent his life defending his brother, saving his princess, protecting his home. But somehow, I think it would feel different, when the person you need to protect at all costs is an eight year old, who has an IQ higher than yours ever will be, and still somehow looks up to you.

I wonder, what designs are running through his head right now? How does he plan on teaching his kid Italian? Is it worth it trying to childproof the labs somehow, knowing Tails could just crack right through all of his safeguards? What does he already have planned for Tails’s next birthday, which happens just a few short days after his own?

He won’t sleep well for a good few weeks, I know that. He’ll be too busy worrying, planning.

At the same time though, what are the moments that make all that fear and aching worry worth it? How often does he look at his self appointed son and his brother—one cleverly working with his hands, and the other relaxing in the sun—and just think to himself, god, it’s worth it, it’s worth it?

(As far as his native tongue goes, I think he just starts talking in Italian more and more often around Sonic and Tails. Tails is curious enough to constantly ask what he’s saying, and then start using that language in conversation. Sonic’s just good at picking up other languages just from listening to context, so it isn’t long before they’re all trading barbs in both English and Italian.)

Further:

At this moment in the Trustfall AU, he is not a prince. Not a consort, either—merely a fiancé to the Princess of the Mushroom Kingdom. He’s not expecting anything to change after he’s married. Certainty doesn’t want the title, the responsibility, or all that weight in his chest. (My dad once told me that he wanted the highest paying job with the least amount of responsibility; somehow, that feels like Mario to me.)

But Mario’s the type of guy to devote himself entirely to the people he loves. And he does see, better than probably anyone, how much Peach’s responsibilities weigh on her. Wouldn’t the protector in him want to help, however he can? I like to think he’d try.

He believes the things he can do with his hands are his greatest strength. However, by this point, there’s nothing more he can physically make for her. He’s replaced every chair she sits in with something meant for her comfort. He’s redesigned every piece of furniture and wall decoration he can get his hands on. Her office is littered with the trinkets he’s made and brought for her from every corner of the world. She wears a bracelet he made for her, every wooden bead carved by hand. What more can his hands offer her?

So he decides to reshape himself. He gives her his mind, and tries to make himself into something he’s not. He tries to be the consort. Studies law and economics day and night for something he knows he was never meant for, just for the sake of easing her burdens even just a little.

You can’t hide your true self for long, though. He’s scared of the responsibility, of letting it consume him. He fears he will never be enough. In any other universe, he might have been able to hide those realities behind his devotion to Peach for a time. But his time doing so is cut woefully short in the Trustfall AU, solely because he has so much else to worry about.

(The ironic reality is, Peach didn’t choose him for his ability to be a consort—she can handle the crown on her own, and she knows it. She chose him because she loved him, because he made her feel safe. He’s enough, just as himself. She only put a crown on his head so that the whole world knows it. She could never ask anything more of him than he’s able to give.)

[romantic-reveries]

Forever feeling like I’m being an overdramatic baby, even when people validate my feelings. I STILL feel like I’m making a big deal out of nothing at work, even though my grandma said in all her years working, she’s never been so disrespected in a work place except for one time when they WANTED her gone because they were corrupt and she was onto them.

Even when my partner who has been the sales manager here for almost twenty years tells me “no, that’s what they’re like and they’ve chased plenty of people away because of it.”

So the manager yelled at me. So what.

But it’s not really even that she yelled at me. It’s what she said.

She said I interrupt them all the time — as if I’m just interrupting them when they’re busy for superfluous reasons. As if I’m that kind of person. And that I argue with her when she corrects me, which she’s literally never done, except ONE time when I asked them to validate my hours, because they’d closed two hours early and told me to write in 6 on my time card, which would’ve given me about half hour of overtime.

Except it was a Wednesday, when we normally close at 5. And they never, ever give me that hour, even though they’re closing to go to church, which isn’t my problem, and they should pay me 40 hours anyway. It’s not even the pay—it’s the principle.

Anyway, I thought he was just being nice, so adding the two hours plus what I actually was there for that week put me into overtime, which would’ve been an extra $13 for the 40 hours, and another probably like, $9 for the overtime. A whole whopping $22 bucks. I wrote it in on my time card, which means when they sent it, they had to go out of their way to just tell them to give me 40.

And when I asked about it, she told me that I must’ve just misunderstood her husband, which flew all over me. I didn’t — him forgetting we usually only work until 5 on Wednesdays or him misspeaking is not me misunderstanding. And maybe that was a petty thing to be mad over, but it’s stupid. It was nine fucking dollars extra. Just give it to me. I would’ve been here if THEY had been.

So I disagreed. I didn’t misunderstand, that’s what he SAID. That’s the ONLY time she’s ever even remotely “corrected” me was telling me I misunderstood and me “arguing” back.

So for her to jump down my throat about how I’m always interrupting them when they’re busy and “it’s rude” and arguing when I’m corrected as if I’m this rude, insolent person just made me so so mad and uncomfortable. If that’s how she sees me, then why would I stay here? That’s probably the worst way you could insult me. I had a whole identity crisis over it.

And then they had the audacity to ask if I’d stay three weeks instead of two because they’re going on vacation — a rude person wouldn’t do you a favor. But I agreed, because that’s who I am.

And THEN, they invited back the girl who worked here and left a few months before I was hired. And she’s being hired as full-time sales, when they chose to introduce me to sales and then relegate me to only overflow because I “needed more training”, but she doesn’t remember fucking ANYTHING from her time here (less than a year since she left!!) and has had to ask ME for help???? And the manager even had me teach her how to run financing???? Yet *I* didn’t know enough to be on the sales floor full time?? HA.

So now I’m like, I should just not come next week. The new girl and their son can handle it. Initially it was just going to be him and I, so what’s the difference? She missed it here so much, she’s sooo happy to be back, she’s already taking clients—let her learn.

But then I hear the boss on the phone with his mom this morning, “okey dokey, love you mom,” and I remember that they’re just people. But that doesn’t make them less selfish or greedy. And then, I don’t know—perception is hard. Maybe their perception of things isn’t the same as mine, I’m sure they have their reasons, etc etc, but still. They haven’t been fair to me, and I haven’t been comfortable since I started a couple months after I started working here.

And then I think maybe I’m the problem. Maybe my perception was negatively coloring all of this. Which is why I was able to brush it off, I guess, until she yelled at me. There’s no twisting that—it is what it is. She was mean for no reason.

She’s not quite accused me, but been worried a couple of times that I was poaching her son’s clients, which is also super insulting because I wouldn’t do that. And I wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt and assume she’s used to larger locations with more salespeople and maybe that happens. But still.

I don’t know. I hate how quick I am to doubt my own reality instead of just feeling how I feel and knowing I’m right. But it’s the fact that I AM like that that makes it so frustrating that she insinuated I was rude and argumentative and a friend recently implied that I shift blame when she brings things up with me (which she never even has??) so again I’m like—is it me? Am I fucking crazy? Because I don’t think so. I’m super self-aware and conscientious to a fault. I know when I’m wrong or I’ve been rude and I freely admit it and apologize. I’m human, and I’m sure I have blind spots, but I can’t imagine those things being among them.

[thefvrious]

Denver continues to grin wickedly as Spencer agrees that maybe Denny’s right and acts of service are his love language. “Nothing wrong with that, man... just means the people in your orbit benefit from your servitude.” He laughs again, his eyes sparkling as he tries to keep his gaze focused on the road. The last thing he wants to do is cause another accident, hurt someone else he cares about. It’s been a long time since he’s let someone new in and allowed himself to let those walls he’s built come back down. Before Spencer, it’d been all old friends and keeping others at arm’s length. Being with Spence makes him feel more like his old self... makes him forget, at least for a minute.

He tries to hide his excitement at Spencer reiterating the compliment, reaffirming its truth, but he’s unsuccessful and winds up bouncing up and down in the driver’s seat, squeezing down on Spencer’s thigh a little too excitedly. “You’re pretty fuckin’ cute yourself, Spencer!” Denver says all too easily as he bounds down the road, switches lanes, and sits up a little straighter. No one’s going to steal his sunshine today. A song Denver likes even starts to pay on the radio, and he happily sings and sways his shoulders along with it. “Hell yeah, man! You fascinate me!” He puts the emphasis on the word, hoping that Spencer can feel just how much it means to Denver, that it’s not being said facetiously but earnestly. “Definitely, I want you to! The teacher thing is sexy.” He laughs, casting a glance at the other just to see if it flusters him, how it registers. “Teach me, Spenny, teach me.”

Spencer’s next line of question does have Denver’s smile faltering again if only because it causes the guilt to build back up, pulls the veil back and reminds Denver of what he’s done... who he’s become. “Well...” He says, fingers dancing nervously against Spencer’s thigh now as he thinks about how to word himself. “My record doesn’t exactly make doing something I want easy, you know? I’m a fuckin’ felon, man.” The word feels dirty as it falls from his mouth and he visibly cringes as he takes the exit for the cinema, moving his hand so that he can use both to grip and maneuver the wheel. Denver clenches his jaw hard and swallows, tries to turn that sunshine back on. “It’s okay... I’m lucky, really, that I have this to fall back on. I’m never going to go hungry, right? And I have a family that loves and supports me.” I have you, he doesn’t say, but he thinks it, and that has to count for something. He’s silent for a beat as he pulls into the large parking lot and turns into an empty space, stilling the engine before curving his body on the driver’s seat so that he can look at Spencer properly. “I really appreciate the way you talk to me. You’ve got to be, like, the most accepting and understanding person on the fuckin’ planet, I’m not joking. Thank you.” He says, and he’s smiling again, all genuine and sparkly. Were they trying to hide their respective crushes? “Can I kiss you?”

"My love language? You know what, yeah, it might just be," Spencer agreed with a little laugh. It wasn't like he had a whole lot of data to compare considering his lack of experience in relationships. If his friendships were anything to go off of then it seemed an appropriate conclusion. Doing things for those he cared about made them feel good, which in turn made him feel good. It was extra special where Denver was concerned since he rewarded Spence with that dazzling smile that knocked the wind right out of him. Anything he could do to warrant that gorgeous sight was well worth it. "I would do it for you, happily, actually. Keep that in mind."

Cinema was one of the few shared interests between them. It didn't matter that their preferred genres were different, they could usually suck it up for the other (especially since they took turns choosing). It was delightful to see Denver get excited whenever he showed Spencer one of his favourite movies. The way his big brown eyes sparkled was the cherry on top of it all. When Spence closed his eyes that was the face that often popped into his head. "Uhh, yeah? Yeah, you're cute or whatever." He tried to wave it off like it was the most casual thing in the world to say to your friend. That hand on his thigh didn't feel all that casual though. In fact, Spencer nearly short circuited. The only thing that saved him was the decision to look out the window, turned away from Denver, while he focused on his breathing. Deep breath in, deep breath out. All good, no reason to panic. "Wait, I do? I fascinate you? Shit, okay, I'll take it..." He turned his gaze back on Denver, pushing his glasses back up on his nose as he beamed at the other young man. "Only if you want me to! It's not like I'm gonna force you or anything..."

Spencer hadn't expected his inquiry to cause distress. Seeing Denver's expression shift immediately filled him with guilt, but he listened intently without interruption. "It's none of my business but why don't you have a choice? If it used to be that bad why didn't you walk away and do something else?" He spoke gently, really just curious about Denver and his life. He wanted to understand the intimate parts that weren't broadcast to everyone. The ease with which Denver shifted back into a jovial mood was fascinating. Looks like they fascinated each other. "No, I definitely wouldn't use those words for you. There's nothing fucked up about you, Denny. Even if it's gross, it's an art form in a sense, right? This is just the art that appeals to you - and it's not like you're the only one. Interests and passions are important so don't ever feel like a freak for it or like you have something to be ashamed about. I think you're really cool." His words are punctuated with another blush. Spencer just can't help himself where Denver's concerned. His crush is making itself more obvious by the second and he doesn't know how to stop it.

[twistedwonderlandimaginesblog]

Can I also request something similar chef!s/o who likes making them bento but with Riddle,Cater,Malleus,Ace, and Deuce? THANK YOU!! I LOVE YOUR BLOG

Ace Trappola: 

Ace will never deny free food, happily taking it when you offered it up to him. He doesn’t think that it’s a special thing until he makes fun of the little pathetic sandwich Deuce is eating, the scowl on Deuce’s face telling him that he should just be lucky that someone who was good in the kitchen had a thing for him. For Deuce to pick that up when Ace had never even considered leaves him a little flabbergasted but then he takes a look down at his food, his cheeks heating up as he thinks about it being specially made for him. He doesn’t know what to say or if you expect something from him in response, but you did notice he was much more nervous the next time you approached him.

Cater Diamond: 

The bento is so picture perfect that Cater can’t help but snap a few pics. He gets plenty of MagiCam comments from people complimenting how pretty the food looks, some others branching off to question whether Cater’s significant other had been the one to make it. He didn’t pay much attention to the post after it was up as he was too busy enjoying the lunch you made him, pleased that you added the perfect amount of spice to his meals. There’s no polite or smooth way to say ‘please make me lunch every day for the rest of our lives’ so Cater offers to be your taste tester anytime you were in the mood to cook. 

Deuce Spade: 

Deuce is a little stunned and thinks for half a second you might not be talking to him, but the strong eye contact as you hold out the bento to him tells him otherwise. He’s having a flurry of emotions rush through him as the only person who had ever made him lunch like this was his mother; he knew Ace would laugh in his face for that one but it was true. This was a special moment for him and he savored every bite, making sure to have a long list of compliments for you when he finally saw you again. There was a part of him that felt guilty as he wanted to do something like this for you, deciding to ask Trey if he could teach him how to make a return treat for you to enjoy.

Malleus Draconia: 

You don’t think you’ve ever seen Malleus smile so much, it was a cute expression that suited him much more than the intimidating aura that normally surrounded him. You were glad you were brave enough to strike up a friendship with Malleus to begin with, and now that you could just hand him presents like it was nothing… You felt some personal growth. Malleus would find anything you made for him delectable and ignored Sebek’s worries that it might be poisoned, trusting in you completely. After he finished the lunch he knew he had to plan a way to return the favor, not hearing it when you tell him no payback was necessary as you had cooked for him because you wanted to.

Riddle Rosehearts: 

Riddle is a little surprised to see a bento appear in front of him, especially one that catered to his specific taste. You had worked extra hard on making him lunch due to his harsh nature, knowing he would only appreciate a well-made meal. Even as he takes his first bite he’s still reeling that you made him something special, with his favorite foods and even a little dessert packed away safely in the corner. He’s completely overwhelmed with an unknown feeling in his chest and he can only mumble out his thanks, already considering what he can do to give you a proper thank you.

[thebadgerclan]

NSFW Alphabet: Jesper Fahey

Requested by Anonymous

Smut!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I feel like Jesper almost has to teach himself to pay attention to you after sex, as bad as that sounds.  He’s used to one night stands where the other person cleans themselves up and goes, but now that he’s with you, he’s more than happy to take care of you.  Snacks, water, bath, whatever you want.  He’s also very cuddly, which is something he definitely missed when he was only doing one night stands

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Jesper likes his fingers: I mean....c’mon.  He keeps his pistols in pristine condition, so imagine what else he can do with those slender digits 👀👀.  On you, he LOVES your breasts, regardless of how big or small they are.  He loves using them as a pillow, squeezing and pinching them during sex, shamelessly looking at them whenever he can.  I also think he’s randomly just hold your breasts.  “Jes?”  “Yeah, love?”  “Why’re you holding my boobs?”  “Oh, sorry, love.”

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Jesper’s a sucker for coming on your belly of thighs.  Getting to see his come on your skin just does it for him, and that usually leads to another round or two of sex

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I feel like EVERYONE has said this about Jes, but fucking you with his guns.  They are ALWAYS unloaded, he would never take the risk of hurting you.  And I guarantee the next time he uses his guns he gets hard, right in the middle of the street

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Jesper Llewelyn Fahey knows what he’s doing, 100,000%.  He’s been with both men and women, he’s topped and bottomed, so really whatever you’re into, chances are he’s done it and knows what’s up.  And on the off chance he hasn’t done it, he’s more than willing to try

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

I feel like Jesper’s actually a big fan of missionary.  He can set the pace, he gets to see you under him, and looping back to the “C” headcanon, it’s the perfect position for him to cum on your belly or thighs.  The position also affords him the opportunity to kiss and suck at your neck, kiss you, press his face into your neck, etc.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I feel like Jesper’s actually pretty serious during sex.  He’s a very jokey, happy-go-lucky guy, but when it comes to fucking you, he’s more serious.  Whether it’s a “rough and hard” serious or a “tender and loving” serious, he saves his jokes for after

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I think Jesper keeps himself au natural.  He doesn’t really care, but if it’s something that you’re not comfortable with, he’s willing to try trimming.  He shaved once, on a dare from Nina, never again 😂

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Jesper can be so stupidly romantic, it’s a little surprising.  If you want him to, he’ll pull out candles, roses, chocolates, the whole nine yards.  He’ll hold you close as he fucks you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.  He made you cry once with how sweet he was being and had to pause because he thought he hurt you

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Jesper has a very high sex drive, so if you’re not around when he’s horny  (or you’re not in the mood), he’ll take care of himself.  Especially if there’s a job Kaz has him on that takes him away from you for multiple days, he will need to take care of himself

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Jesper’s a tall guy, so I think he has a bit of a size kink.  Knowing that he could so easily overpower you really gets him going, but also that he can protect you, that he can sort of curl his body around yours when you sleep makes him feel all warm and fuzzy

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere you’re not likely to get caught.  The bedroom, bathroom, the couch in the common area when no one’s around, Jesper doesn’t care.  He isn’t afraid of getting caught, he’s more worried if you care.  And if you do, he’ll do whatever he can to make sure that doesn’t happen

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you wear his clothes.  There’s a possessive aspect of it that really turns him on

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Jesper will not degrade you.  The thought of calling you a whore or a slut, even if it’s consensual, turns him off real fast.  He also won’t spank you beyond maybe a quick slap on your rear

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Jesper has perfected the art of eating a woman out, and he is more than happy to do so whenever you want him to.  That being said, he’s a sucker (hah) for a good blowjob, and he’ll teach you exactly what he likes if you’re unsure of yourself

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Most of the time, Jesper tends to go on the faster side, but he’s fast and sensual.  When he takes it slow, prepare for a night of countless orgasms and him praising the ever loving shit out of you

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Two words: hell.  yes.  Jesper LOVES a quickie, pulling you into the bathroom or a closet, fucking your brains out, and going about his day like nothing happened

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Jesper will try almost anything, as long as you also want to try it.  And you have to want to try it completely, or he won’t.  In terms of risks, that’s more of a no for him.  He won’t do anything to endanger your safety

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Heh.  Jesper once fucked you for 4 hours.  He’s one of the guys who can come and keep going, for as long as you want him to.  Whenever and wherever you want him, he’s sure to make it last

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Jesper’s a Durast, so what better way to help train his powers that making toys for his girl?  He learned how to make a dildo that’s a cast of his cock, he figured out how to make a vibrator.  If you have something you want, don’t bother buying it, your man can MAKE it

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Jesper can certainly tease, but most of the time, he doesn’t like to.  He’s very much a giver, and withholding pleasure from you almost takes pleasure away from him

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Jesper’s a fairly quiet lover, and what sounds he does make are usually moaned directly into your ear.  You might be able to coax some more noises out of him, and if you do, just make sure you’re home alone

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Jesper once came untouched from you sucking on his fingers.  He’s just fingered you, and before he could get a cloth to wipe his hand, you took his wrist and started sucking on his fingers.  And that did it for him

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I picture him at a solid 9-ish inches with a fairly average girth

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Extremelt high.  Jesper will fuck you when and wherever you want him to, just say the word.  

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Jesper doesn’t sleep too well, but after sex, he’s out like a light.  Something about being sated and in your arms knocks him out

[kacchancallshimzuku]

Been tempted to expand on this some more for my own indulgence, so. As for a rundown:

This is in reference to this op and reblog that I still commend @goldeneyedkim for indulging w me, since I loved their "littermate syndrome" concept on this. CW: dabisho/tousho, todo fam, mha omegaverse, alpha!Endeavor, Betas Yumi & Natsu, omega!Shouto, mentioned alpha!Touya and omega!Rei, Shouto Todoroki needing a hug, that kinda thing.

Maybe the breakdown in his dorm room happens some time after Zuku changes his perception of his fire also? So he’s got a lot of internal conflict going on, basically. I think this may inevitably affect things at home. Maybe it does.

Natsu and Yumi notice, but give him space and don’t pry — which Shouto isn’t entirely sure is a good thing, or his preference per se; but he really doesn’t know how to open up about what he's feeling anyhow, so. On the other hand, maybe Shouto’s also a little more resistant and moody during training; a little more “smart-mouthed and sensitive lately”, as Enji puts it so eloquently and too casually one night.

And it sends this rage through Shouto — underscored by so so sooo much frustration he just… purges. Right then and there at the top of his lungs with more hurt in his features than Enji can admit he’s seen in years. Shouto’s so angry, crying so much that Enji’s actually speechless while he just unloads. Even Yumi and Natsu are shocked from the separate parts of the house they emerge from to hear clearer:

“I’m different!” Shouto's screaming. “I’m different! Because of you!! I don’t know anything! Because you wouldn’t let Mom teach me! Wouldn’t let me play with Natsu or Yumi because I had to be so perfect! It’s always about what YOU want!!”

Natsuo’s trying to keep Fuyumi from rushing her way in, compelled as he knows she feels to diffuse the situation. Shouto needs this, he whispers to her with the way he insists; the way he begs with the resignation in his eyes.

“I can’t believe Mom forgives you,” they hear, Shouto’s voice watering; breaking. “You don’t even deserve it!”

Yumi hopes Enji feels like shit for making him cry so hard and feel so small. Natsuo looks prepared to catch Shouto as soon as he rounds the corner where they’re listening from — whenever he’s done getting all this out.

“Y-you …you drove her away,” they hear him sob. “Sh-she hurt me! Because you were so fucking awful to her!”

Enji’s uncomfortably stunned, shifting now and then with this weird dodginess in the look on his face. They don’t speak on this. Ever. It’s the most unspoken boundary in the Todoroki household. Next to—

“And then Onii-chan, too,” Shouto hisses over the honorific, sobbing on the tail end of it.

It’s like his eyes run like faucets then, the way the tears come faster just as he buries his face in his hands with the most devastated, anguishing omega keens Enji’s heard from him in such a long time. Cries that let him know he’s done it; tonight’s the night. He pushed Shouto beyond his limits. Just as well as he’s aware he’s paying for it in his two middle children hearing it all just out of sight.

“…You let ‘Yaya die.”

Enji expected that part to come out louder. Much louder. With volume to rival how he started, if anything. That was fair, wasn’t it? But.

Shouto’s so broken the way he says it, soft and flushed in the face from where he’s looking at Enji with such a large and saddened mismatched pair of eyes. They shine with the tears built up in them. He can’t miss the distressed zest to the teen’s normal strawberry-peppermint scent now, either. Shouto’s omega is angry; offended; disappointed; expressing resentment and pain in the loneliness from a sabotaged childhood and isolation Enji’s more than responsible for subjecting him to.

He was a selfish husband, an arguably worse father, and a terrible Alpha. He knows all his kids have some right to feel this way about him technically, but it’s never been expressed this outright. Shouto’s making nothing clearer right now, though. Not just for himself — but his siblings, too.

“…It’s like you forgot; or you thought we would,” his voice cracks there. “Or you don’t even care anymore. And I still,” he hics, pulling his hands from his face to cling to himself now, head ducked with teeth grit. “Still, hate you for that most.”

It goes quiet, Enji still feeling some degree of stunned being reprimanded like this by his youngest. He sighs, considering himself having waited patiently enough to answer the accusations, but Shouto—

“I-I know how to nest now,” he snivels, thumbing at his nose to smear another tear streamlining there. Fuyumi’s eyes widen overhearing, this wilted guilt in Natsuo’s features now, too.

“Midoriya showed me how. You’re a real joke, you know that?”

More tears. How badly did Enji break him tonight…?

“Why did you feel like— like that was s-something I didn’t need to know how to do, Dad?!”

Enji’s had enough, expression hardening again — but he’ll look worst if he speaks or acts on it, he’s sure. Natsuo and Fuyumi aren’t lurking for no good reason. They’re letting Shouto get this out. They’d have been in here if it didn’t mean interrupting something so pivotal.

“It would have helped and you knew it!” Shouto’s sobbing again. “You knew it was what I needed dealing with so much stress! And you didn’t really let me grieve either of them! It made my heats so much worse, but you had doctors just throw suppressants at me! How is that fair when you made me such a clueless omega otherwise?! You’re so selfish! I hate you—“

This is what Enji expected. Earlier. Shouto’s gotten to the root of it all to express himself with conviction on this, the look on his face hurt and angered all over again.

“I hate you,” he’s sobbing, face so red; long lashes clumped with tears and so much hurt in his whines the way he's holding himself. “I want Touya. Gimme— give him back, please,” he keens.

Enji almost moves in, concerned over how oddly regressed Shouto sounds at this point; feeling like he's not even talking to his fifteen year old son anymore, but to a version half his age, if anything. He should just apologize, right? For the remark he made about him being sensitive?

Perhaps it might be better to forego training altogether today. At least until Shouto's... recentered himself? Processed all this? Is this yet another omega thing he has no reason to understand? Rei had breakdowns like this from time to time, but...

He wouldn’t know where to start now though, honestly. Everything feels like it’s all coming down at once; all his mistakes and poor decisions being thrown in his face.

"Bring— bring him back, Dad. Please."

Maybe he's more dense a man than even his children insist. Because this has implications, too; what Shouto's spiraling into now. He hasn't broken down and begged for this kind of thing in a long time, too. Not since Enji started pushing his training that much harder after the pediatrician's diagnosis.

"You make everything so much hard— t-too hard. It makes me terrified to wind up with an Alpha like you."

...That cuts deep. As deep as it should, actually.

"I want Touya," Shouto's murmuring between these pretty, extinguished sobs just as Natsu and Yumi finally show themselves to beeline for and attach themselves to his pitifully slouched frame.

It's ambiguous, Enji knows; knows he can't refute anymore. Especially in context. Shouto resents how stunted he feels as an omega because of him. More than that, Enji represents the kind of Alpha he's afraid of being mated to. The way he cries for Touya, though... the way he still begs for him like he did as a child—

Shouto's sobs only soften when he peels his bloodshot eyes open feeling himself being pulled into Natsuo, Yumi's purrs against his nape where she's got her cheek rested wrapping him up from behind. Shouto relaxes almost instantly sandwiched between them, reduced to mere snivels now.

"...I pushed Yumi to wait so we could give him time to get this out. We knew something was bothering him, but didn't wanna push him to talk."

Natsuo sounds ready to lay into him now, Shouto looking every bit the youngest between them tucking his face into his neck like some pup. Like he still isn't quite himself just yet.

"You can't see the condition he's in though, Dad?" Natsu's glaring daggers at him, like he usually does. "Why's that not surprising? He's dropping, for what that's worth. Since you still obviously don't get it yet."

...Ah. Is that what it is? He'll surely look like an even worse father for Shouto's symptoms being unfamiliar to him; surprise, surprise. He doesn't expect the exasperated sigh Yumi lets out next though, disappointment in her own tone.

"...It's the 15th, you know," she says, seemingly begging him to understand with the look on her face with the way she cards her fingers through the split color of Shouto's hair. She rolls her eyes at the unchanging confusion in his expression, though.

"Touya, Dad," she sighs (looking a lot like Rei the way she rolls her eyes), getting irritated herself. "Touya's birthday's coming—"

She pauses, blinking rapidly with her lips pulled in the way her own eyes threaten to water so quickly. Natsuo grabs her shoulder to caress empathetically behind Shouto, who's still clinging to him.

It is thee night and catalyst to making Shouto so relieved when UA proposes the development of the Heights Alliance dorms on campus. It gave him a means to escape the tension that lingered for a while at home after.

Tldr; All this to say I think Zuku enlightening Shouto about nesting and changing his mind about how he perceives the fire half of his quirk would eventually cause controversy at home for the Todo fam. I feel like it might explode like this w/ Beta siblings Natsu and Yumi there to comfort Sho w/ reference to his littermate symptoms around Touya's birthday :'(

concept : o!Shouto.

Izuku being the one to get Shouto more familiar with how to nest properly at U.A. — since Rei never got to teach him before the accident. Enji pushed training, Touya was gone, and Natsu and Yumi had no concept of nesting as Betas. So he had to clumsily figure things out for himself while suppressing a lot of his nature for Enji anyhow.

Zuku giving him a clearer concept of what purposes a nest serves; it’s conveniences; how to put one together for optimal comfort or security; what materials and textures are more appealing; how to scent certain objects; the kinds of things you might ask close friends or family to borrow for sentimental reasons; its importance to heats and bonding with people you trust, etc.

Shouto being bashful and moved enough by what he’s learned that he cries about it one night alone in his dorm room weeks after, wrapped around himself underneath such a comfortably arranged assortment of new, plush pillows and soft blankets Zuku felt they should get from a nice discount store on campus for omega supplies Shouto didn’t even know about. He cries bc of how clueless he feels about being an omega; how out of touch and different he feels; how much more isolating it is due to how he was brought up.

He and Zuku eventually spending time nest-sharing once he gets it all down, bringing Ochaco and Mina in the mix once he’s comfortable with it. Shouto identifying with so much more confidence w being an omega after this milestone.

[digenerate-trash]

More head cannons that I have but for non-love interests. mostly teachers and Bailey and Harper. 

Bailey used to be a normal person who cared if the orphans got hurt but over time in order to keep the younger kids safe from the town he needed to start charging the older ones rent to keep this rinky-dink shack above water eventually it became too much for him to care about every victim he sent out onto the street to make rent so he stopped. Either by dissociation or worse. now he's just a heartless asshole who protects only the kids in the youth ward and even that is hard for him to do. The road to hell is paved with good intentions after all. 

Harper is afraid of blood. Straight up. He’ll faint if he catches sight of it that's why he prefers needles and brainwashing no blood is involved if you do it right. He's giving some real “I never got my doctorate” energy and I don't think this town cares because he's the best they have. He's definitely jacked off over an unaware patient. Has a kink for making patients cum hands-free (it's a power thing). Almost agreed to work for Remmy for free because he got too excited about brainwashing people into mindless cow hybrids. moral compass? Whos she? 

Leighton is such a fucking freak of nature. Would not be surprised if he went from teacher’s aid to head teacher solely through blackmail and other underhanded means this dud has always been a straight-up freak. Like Kylar but instead of being obsessed with one person, his passion is corrupting innocent people and once he's done and he's gotten off it's off to the next unsuspecting victim. This dude probably doesn’t know how to use a modern cellphone though so thank god for that. 

Sirris. Mommy? sorry. Mommy? sorry. I mean Mommy? Sorry. For real though giving milf energy. Probably really loved her dead husband to the point where she's not getting married again. (which is the real crime) but deeply cares for her kid, and even though she has no idea the extent of  Leighton’s abuse she has threatened to kill him and go to church the next day if he even breathes near her kid. Owns a sex shop purely to exploit this town's obvious sex addiction issue and is probably saving for Sydney's future as well. The only good parent I’ve seen in this game.  

River is a virgin for life. my man has never seen a pussy and is physically afraid of it. (same goes for cock but a little bit less so) has an avid believer of the church's teachings and he has a kind of friendship with Sydney but refuses to give them any special treatment because it wouldn't be fair (although Sydney is his favorite). Prob wear’s a chastity belt since he was 18 and has absolutely refused to take it off its like a security blanket now. No one is getting their filthy hands on this dick.

Doren is one of those freaks who has crushes on his students and sees nothing wrong with it, he cares about them and wants the best for his students but the power dynamic is hard to ignore for his students and even though he wants to be kind and a friend to all of them most students will avoid getting too friendly with him. He does his best to protect the students he likes best giving them snacks at lunch being extra patient with them during lessons helping them out or bumping up their grades just because they asked but if you’re a nuisance he lets you fall by the wayside because his love and care are conditional. 

Winter is heavy into costumes and BDSM but that's not a surprise super into weird sexual history and also has a huge denial/edging kink. Surprisingly the teacher she gets along best with is River. They hang out in the teacher's lounge and bitch about students. Leighton has absolutely harassed her for information on her students like which ones squirm during her unorthodox lessons but she refuses to play into his antics. When she's working at the museum she is the most content. It's her real passion but it doesn't pay the bills. Probably got hired because Leighton thought she would be an easy mark but it turns out she's a total dom and now he's afraid to fire her. 

Mason is the guy Dorent wishes he was. Students are always trying to feel him up during lesions and asking if he's single. But he really just wants to be left alone. At one point he was good enough to be on a national swim team but for one reason or another, his life fell apart and now he's burnt out and living in the worst town in Britain at the ripe age of 25. The dude probably wouldn't hurt a fly unless he had to and even then he would be crying for a week afterward. Bottom energy.