#student driven instruction

[cumironi]

MY LITTLE VIRGIN ！ ❞

GOJO SATORU , your used to be upperclassmen who happened to be your friends-with-benefits teaching you how to kiss, also the one who took your virginity.

warning. highschool! gojo satoru ( early twenty and you are nineteen ), virginity lost, fingering, raw/unprotected sex.

wc. 2,8k

“hehe... it's amusing how you're still clueless about kissing,” gojo remarked, seated on your bed. his fingers traced along your neck, gently moving up to your chin. in your friends-with-benefits dynamic, you'd sought gojo's guidance on kissing, a proposition he willingly accepted.

“prepare for the best kiss of your life,” gojo chuckled, leaning in closer to your face. lifting your chin, he gazed at your lips with a playful glint in his eyes. blushing profusely under gojo's intense gaze, you nervously lick your lips. “i'm ready, satoru. . .” your voice wavers slightly as you try to maintain eye contact with him.

gojo smirks at your nervousness, finding it endearing. he leans in, closing the distance between your faces until his breath caresses your skin. gojo's smirk widens as he notices your blush deepening. his thumb gently brushes against your lower lip, parting them slightly. “nervous? there's no need to be. just relax and let me guide you...”

with those words, gojo closes the remaining gap between you. his lips meet yours in a tender yet passionate kiss. his free hand moves to cup your cheek, tilting your head for better access as he deepens the kiss.

after a moment, he pulls back just enough to whisper against your lips, “like this... follow my lead and let instinct take over.” feeling overwhelmed but also strangely exhilarated by gojo's expert touch, you nod, trying to follow his instructions. your hands tentatively reach up to rest on his shoulders, holding onto him for support as he continues to guide you through the kiss.

as he pulls away again, you can't help but whimper softly in protest. but then you see that teasing smile on his lips and realize there's more to come. his blue eyes twinkling with mischief, gojo chuckles softly at your reaction. “oh? did you want more already?”

without waiting for an answer, he captures your lips once again in another searing kiss. this time though, he adds a new element— his tongue slips past your parted lips seeking entrance into your mouth. the sensation is overwhelming and intoxicating all at once. you find yourself responding eagerly, mimicking gojo’s movements as if driven by some primal urge.

pulling back after what seems like eternity but was probably mere seconds, gojo gazes down at you with satisfaction. “see? that wasn’t so bad now was it?” but before giving you time to respond, he leans in once more for another tantalizing kiss.

moaning softly into the kiss, you wrap your arms around gojo's neck, pulling him closer. your body feels electrified from the intimate contact, and you can't get enough of his taste, his scent, the way he makes you feel.

when he finally breaks the kiss again, you're left panting and dazed, struggling to regain your composure. “th-that was... s-satoru,” you manage to stammer out, your cheeks flushed a deep crimson. looking up at gojo with hooded eyes, you bite your lip and murmur, “more please... teach me everything...”

a low chuckle rumbles from within gojo's chest as he takes note of your flushed cheeks and heavy breathing. “mmm... you're quite the eager student aren't you?” he leans down to capture your lips once more in a long, slow kiss that leaves both of you breathless when it ends. pulling back slightly, gojo looks into your eyes with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine.

“i’ll teach you everything... but remember, practice makes perfect. so let's keep practicing until we've perfected this art form together.” and without waiting for another word from you, he dives back into another passionate kiss— this time taking things even further than before.

lost in the whirlwind of sensations, you forget all about being shy or inexperienced. all that matters right now is gojo and the way he makes your entire body tingle.

your hands roam freely across his back, feeling every muscle beneath his shirt. you press yourself closer to him, wanting nothing more than to lose yourself completely in this kiss. every flicker of gojo's tongue against yours sends sparks shooting throughout your body. each brush against your sensitive lips draws moans from deep within your throat.

breaking away from the kiss momentarily, you gasp for air while looking up at gojo with lust-filled eyes. “more... please don't stop...” gojo grins wolfishly at your plea, clearly enjoying the effect he has on you, “as you wish...”

he trails hot kisses along your jawline and down the column of your throat, occasionally nipping lightly at the sensitive skin. one of his hands slides underneath your shirt, skimming over your stomach and ribcage before cupping your breast.

at the same time, his knee nudges your legs apart as he settles himself between them. the pressure of his hips against yours sends jolts of pleasure through your core. returning to your lips, gojo kisses you deeply, passionately, pouring all of his desire into the embrace. when he finally pulls away, you're both panting heavily.

“how do you feel now? ready for round two?”

your mind is foggy with lust, unable to process coherent thoughts beyond the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body. all you know is that you crave more of gojo's touch, more of his kisses, more of everything he's doing to you.

arching into his touch, you press your breast harder against his palm, silently begging for more stimulation. your hips buck involuntarily, seeking friction against the hard length of gojo's thigh. when he asks if you're ready for round two, you can only nod frantically, too lost in the haze of pleasure to form words. your lips seek his out once more, demanding another scorching kiss.

this time, as your tongues dance, you start to explore gojo's mouth with yours, learning the contours and depths of him. a satisfied growl escapes gojo as he feels your breasts pressing into his hand and your hips grinding against him. he loves seeing how responsive you are to his touches, how eager you are for more.

sliding one finger down from your breast, he teases along the waistband of your pants before dipping beneath the fabric. his digit traces lazy circles against your heated flesh, drawing soft whimpers from deep within your throat.

breaking off from the kiss, gojo looks down at you with a burning desire in his eyes. “let's make sure this second round is even better than the first...” with those words, he plunges two fingers inside you, curling them upwards to stroke that sweet spot hidden within. at the same time, his thumb finds its way to your clit and begins circling slowly around it.

“feel good?”

a loud moan tears itself from your throat as gojo's fingers delve deeper, hitting spots inside you that you didn't even know existed. your back arches off the bed, pushing your chest towards him. his thumb on your clit is pure torture— each circle sending waves of pleasure radiating outward. it feels incredible, too much and not nearly enough all at once.

your nails dig into gojo's back, leaving red marks where they claw at his skin. “‘toru. . .” you gasp out between moans, “feels so good...” your hips move instinctively against his hand, chasing after that elusive climax that seems tantalizingly close but always just out of reach.

gojo's eyes darken with lust as he watches you writhe beneath him, your face contorted in pleasure. he loves seeing you like this— completely uninhibited and at his mercy. “that's it baby, let go. give in to the pleasure...”

he increases the speed of his fingers, pumping them in and out of you at a rapid pace. his thumb presses down firmly on your clit, rubbing tight circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves. gojo leans down to capture one of your nipples between his teeth, biting down just hard enough to mix pain with pleasure. his other hand grips your hip tightly, holding you in place as he drives you closer and closer to the edge.

“come for me. i want to feel you fall apart on my fingers.”

the combination of gojo's relentless fingering and relentless thumbing sends shockwaves of ecstasy crashing through your body. every thrust of his fingers, every circle of his thumb pushes you higher and higher until there's no turning back. a strangled cry rips from your throat as you finally tip over the edge. your walls clench around gojo's fingers in rhythmic spasms, pulsating with each wave of orgasmic bliss that washes over you.

your entire world narrows down to the feeling of gojo's fingers inside you and his thumb working magic on your clit. the pleasure is so intense, so overpowering that it threatens to consume you whole. as the last tremors subside, you collapse back onto the bed— spent yet utterly satisfied.

gojo continues to pump his fingers slowly inside you as you come down from your high, milking every last drop of your release. once your spasms have ceased, he withdraws his fingers with a satisfied smirk.

“look at you, coming undone so beautifully for me. you took your lesson well, i must say.”

he brings his fingers to his lips, sucking your essence off them with a low hum of appreciation. “delicious. . .” leaning over you, gojo captures your lips in a deep, sensual kiss, letting you taste yourself on him. after a moment, he pulls back with a mischievous glint in his eye, “but we're far from done, sweetheart. there are still plenty more lessons to be learned... and i'm just getting started.”

even though you're still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm, a fresh wave of arousal surges through you at gojo's words. the thought of what else he might teach you sends tingles racing down your spine.

you manage to push myself up onto your elbows, your heavy-lidded gaze locked onto gojo's handsome face. “show me, teach me everything...” without waiting for him to respond, you reach down and unbutton your pants with shaky hands. the cool air hits my overheated skin as you peel off your clothes piece by piece, exposing more and more of yourself to gojo’s hungry eyes.

your heart pounds wildly in your chest as you lay bare before him— vulnerable yet filled with anticipation for whatever comes next. watching you strip off your clothes, gojo's cock twitches eagerly against his own trousers. he lets out a low chuckle, admiring the sight of your flushed skin and swollen breasts.

“i love seeing you like this— open and willing. it's incredibly arousing...” he moves closer, his blue eyes darkening with lust as he takes in every inch of exposed flesh. reaching out, he runs a single finger down the center line of your body from collarbone to belly button, savoring the sensation of your smooth skin under his touch.

“now, let's see how well you can please someone.”

with that said, gojo starts unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers. his throbbing member springs free— long and thick— standing proudly erect against his lower abdomen.

“are you ready to take me on?”

your breath hitches in your throat as you watch gojo undo his belt and unzip his trousers. the sight of his erect member makes your pussy clench in longing. in response to his question, you nod vigorously, unable to form words due to the intense desire clouding your senses.

you reach out tentatively towards him, wanting nothing more than to wrap your fingers around his shaft and guide it towards your needy entrance. but instead of taking control, you wait patiently for him to initiate contact again.

as you lie there before him— naked and wanting— anticipation builds within you like never before, finally realizing that gojo is going to be the one who took your virginity. gojo smirks at your eagerness, enjoying the way you stare hungrily at his manhood. he steps out of his trousers and kicks them aside, revealing himself fully to you.

“there's no need to rush... we've got all night.”

he positions himself between your spread legs, leaning down to tease the head of his cock against your slick folds. the tip rubs gently against your clit, spreading your wetness across both areas. looking up into your eyes, gojo gives you a wicked grin, “relax and enjoy the ride...”

slowly, he begins pushing into you— stretching your tight walls deliciously wide around him. each inch that enters fills you up more completely than anything ever has before.

“feels fucking amazing doesn’t it?”

“fuck!” you cried in pain the moment he's bottomed out inside you. your nails digging into his biceps and eyes tightly shut from the pain of your virginity being taken with his massive cock.

at your sharp intake of breath and pained cry, gojo pauses for a moment, giving you time to adjust to the sudden fullness. he brushes a strand of hair away from your face, offering reassurance despite the fierce grip of your nails on his arms.

“shh, it's okay... just breathe. you're doing great.”

once you seem more comfortable, he carefully starts to rock his hips, withdrawing slightly before pressing back in at a slower, more controlled pace. the movement helps ease the initial discomfort, gradually building the pleasurable friction between your joined bodies.

“see? this isn't so bad, is it? in fact, it feels pretty damn good already...” as gojo starts moving, the initial pain begins to fade, replaced by an unfamiliar but not unpleasant sensation. it's almost like your body is remembering how to accommodate something so large inside you.

you manage a weak nod, still struggling to catch your breath, “y-yeah... it's okay now. . .” emboldened by the gentle rhythm, you start to move your hips in sync with gojo's, meeting him thrust for thrust. a soft moan escapes your lips as the pressure builds anew, this time centered on the sweet spot deep within you that he seems to hit perfectly with every stroke.

mindlessly, you tangle your fingers in his white hair, pulling him down for a desperate, clinging kiss as if trying to merge your very souls together through the intimate act. gojo grins against your lips, pleased by your growing responsiveness. he deepens the kiss further, tasting your sweetness while continuing his steady thrusts.

“that's right... let go and feel everything...”

he breaks away from the kiss only to trail hot kisses down along your jawline and neck. with each downward stroke of his tongue against sensitive skin, he matches it with another slow plunge into your welcoming depths.

feeling your inner muscles clenching around him drives gojo wild; he can tell that despite being a novice at sex, you were born for this kind of pleasure. the combination of gojo's relentless thrusts and teasing kisses sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body. your mind becomes a blur of sensations— the feeling of him filling you completely, the sound of his low growls echoing in your ears, even the scent that surrounds you is intoxicating.

a loud gasp tears itself from your throat as he finds that perfect spot again and again, causing sparks to fly behind your closed eyelids, “oh god! ’toru. . .”

your entire focus narrows down to the point where they connect— it's overwhelming but also addictive. you find yourself arching up into him instinctively, urging him deeper.

“please don't stop. . .”

hearing you beg for more spurs gojo on, his movements becoming more urgent and powerful. he grips your hips firmly, using the leverage to piston into you at a frenzied pace.

“fuck, you feel incredible, so tight and wet for me.” his harsh breathing mingles with yours as he chases his impending climax, driven mad by the exquisite sensation of your velvety walls gripping his cock. “gonna fill you up so g-good, baby, mark you as mine...”

gojo's thrusts grow erratic as he nears the edge, his balls drawing up tight against his body. with a final, brutal shove, he buries himself to the hilt inside you and holds still, roaring out his release as hot jets of cum flood your insides.

your whole body trembles violently beneath gojo as his seed floods your womb. the intense heat and pressure trigger an explosive orgasm in you, sending shockwaves of pure bliss radiating outward from your core.

your inner walls clench and flutter around his pulsing length, milking him for all he's worth. a strangled scream rips from your throat as wave after wave crashes over you, leaving you drenched in sweat and utterly spent.

“oh fuck! s-ah!atoru!”

as reality slowly comes back into focus, you realize just how deeply connected you two are at this moment— physically, emotionally and spiritually. there's no turning back now; you've been claimed by him in every possible way.

collapsing onto you, gojo lets out a satisfied sigh as he rides out the aftershocks of his orgasm. he plants tender kisses along your collarbone and chest, marking you as his own in ways beyond mere physical possession.

“that was... incredible.”

still buried deep within you, he slowly starts to withdraw from your clenching walls, allowing them to stretch and contract around his softening member. each pull sends another jolt of pleasure through your system, prolonging the high.

“feel better now?”

despite having just given you the most intense experience of your life, gojo looks at you with genuine concern and affection. after he collapses onto you, his heavy weight provides a comforting warmth against your cooling skin. his chest rises and falls rapidly against your breasts, matching the frantic beating of your heart.

despite the exhaustion seeping into every fiber of your being, there’s an undeniable satisfaction that settles deep within you. you run your fingers lazily through his disheveled hair, feeling proud yet vulnerable at having given yourself so completely to him.

“that was... incredible,” you murmur softly, give him a tired smile, looking up into those captivating blue eyes filled with raw desire and affection.

with a contented sigh, gojo leans down to capture your lips in a tender, lingering kiss. his tongue sweeps against yours softly, savoring the taste of you mixed with the musk of their combined arousal.

“mmm, i knew you'd be amazing...”

he pulls back slightly to gaze into your eyes, his expression a mix of pride, adoration, and possessiveness, “you're mine now, in every sense of the word. never forget that.” gojo rolls off of you and gathers you close, cradling your body against his as he strokes your hair soothingly, “rest now, my little virgin. we've got a lifetime of pleasure ahead of us.”

nestled securely in gojo's embrace, you let out a happy sigh, feeling safe and cherished in his strong arms. your eyelids grow heavy as the aftermath of your intense lovemaking washes over you, lulling you into a peaceful slumber.

in your dreams, you see flashes of the future— moments stolen from time, memories made with gojo, and a love that transcends the boundaries of life and death. when you awaken, you know without a doubt that you belong to him, and he to you, forevermore.

as you drift off to sleep nestled against him, gojo watches over you protectively. he runs his hand gently across your back, marveling at how different things could have turned out had he not intervened earlier today.

but fate brought you here, together. and though he may be many things— powerful mage, leader of jujutsu high school— nothing compares to how much he cares for this fragile human girl now lying trustingly beside him.

he smiles softly as he listens to your quiet breathing, knowing that whatever challenges await them both, they will face them side by side. for better or worse, you are his now.

“sleep well, my love.”

[king-craftsman]

Fall From Grace

Dean Winchester scarfed down the last of his burger as he eyed the muttering student that walked by him. The last thing he wanted to do was research and so he quickly found one of the best diners in Baltimore. With the student gone, he was the only one remaining in the place, and for a moment he was almost worried every other person in here was a demon.

Ever since he came in and started enjoying his typical meal of burgers, fries, and pie as dessert, every single inside left. Everyone's besides him and the scoffing suited man who was wiping down the newly absent tables. Thankful for the quiet, Dean raised his feet, letting them sit on the table as he sat back and continued eating. 

“Excuse me, could you please take your feet off the table?” asked the stranger, clearly the owne

“Yeah, yeah, just give me a minute and I’ll be outta here,” scoffed Dean, rolling his eyes. He continued stuffing his face with the last of his food as his boots remained on the table Who was this guy even trying to impress? There was nobody else here! 

“Fine, can you please at least try to talk without your mouth full?” questioned the stranger. Dean simply glared at him, still eating. “It’s quite rude.” 

“Whatever,” replied Dean without even thinking, crumbs spilled from his full mouth as he spoke. “I’m about to leave this dump anyway.” That was it, the stranger crossed his arms and looked down at Dean. If the Winchester was smart he would have perhaps been a bit more privy about the man’s odd nature to the smarter Sam. Maybe he would have been smart enough to note how suspicious this all was - how a suited man was cleaning a diner all by himself, how this place seemed to pop out of nowhere only to garner great reviews and why this man’s eyes suddenly started glowing. 

“I don’t think so. You’ve been rude to me and driven away my customers. I think it’s time for a change in that attitude,” spoke the man. 

“Look I’m leaving anyway and I don’t-” started Dean as he stood up glaring at the man. But instantly his face began to fall slack, his frowning lips beginning to separate slightly as his furrowed brows eased. His eyes stared into the glowing eyes of the suited man and suddenly it felt so hard to move and-

“So hard to think, isn’t it?” said the man. “Just stare into my eyes, that’s it...just focus on them and let yourself just start to relax.” 

“Wha…” Dean instinctively reached for a weapon but he felt that he didn’t need to. He simply needed to relax and his arms were the next to fall slack, as he started to feel himself drop back in the diner seat. 

“That’s right...and in a moment you’ll just want to sleep, just keep staring, just relax…” instructed the man. Dean could feel the voice booming in the back of his mind, it echoed all around him and it just made it so much harder to ignore. Even as his vision blurred, all he could see were those hypnotic glowing orbs, almost turning into spirals as he just leaned back, relaxing further and further. “Sleep.”

The man snapped his fingers.

The sound seemed to boom and with that Dean felt himself slip into the sweet abyss of slumber. 

He didn’t know where he was or what he was doing, all he could make out was a low voice, whispering from the darkness. 

“Now you will follow all my suggestions whenever I snap my fingers, do you understand?”

Dean said nothing, but in his mind he knew that he had to follow all the man’s suggestions whenever he snapped his fingers. Anything from service to something as simple as-

“Wake up!” 

Dean instantly got up, eyes opening suddenly as he looked around to see himself in a dressing room, large wardrobes encompassed the walls filled with formal attire. He glanced around to see the man still standing over him, arms crossed. For a moment he wanted to say something, but his mind drew a blank, everything was foggy and he couldn’t even remember what just happened for the past hour. 

“What the- Where am I?” cried Dean. The Winchester instantly bolted up, ready to tackle the man if he needed to. 

“Stay standing there” spoke the man, the same snap of the fingers boomed in Dean’s mind and he found his body moving automatically. He nodded with wide eyes as his body stiffened in place. His feet felt so heavy and he couldn’t even take a step if he wanted to...and oddly enough he didn’t really want to.

“Start taking off your clothes.” 

“Yeah,” uttered Dean, blinking as he looked down at himself, surprised as to why he suddenly spoke affirmatively. But he was more surprised to find his hands beginning to unbutton his flannel shirt. “What am I doing? Stop this!” He had dealt with powerful magical before, but nothing that made him feel so...powerless, not even possession. 

“Every piece of clothing you strip, strips away a part of yourself, all those messy rude habits you have,” spoke the man, snapping his fingers again as Dean couldn’t help but nod, no matter how much he clenched his jaw and tried to stop. He stripped out of his shirt, letting it fall to the ground. It disappeared out of sight, and soon out of mind, much like his habit. “You won’t ever speak with your mouth full.” The fingers snapped. 

“I won’t ever speak with my mouth full,” repeated Dean. He wouldn’t, that was messy, rude, a bad habit that he had to stop. Dean blinked, this wasn’t him...or was it? He could hardly tell anymore with how hazy and fractured he felt as he began working on taking off his shoes and socks. 

“You won’t put your feet up on the table.”

Snap. 

“I won’t ever put my feet up on the table,” said Dean. He had to figure some way out of here, but his body wasn’t his to control and neither was his mind. But then again was it so bad...most people would take the chance to hurt him, surely this man was just helping get rid of those nasty habits of his. This man was here to help, thought Dean as he stripped out of his jeans. 

“You will not be rude to others.”

Snap. 

“I will not be rude to others,” replied Dean, instantly beginning to feel guilty for the way he was acting. He was loud, brash and annoying, ruining the day for the other diners. Dean reminded himself that needed to stop being so rude as he stripped out of his underwear, freeing his hard thick cock. Dean didn’t understand why he was getting so turned on, but his heart raced as that nagging shouting in the back of his mind telling him to stop, to get out, to call Sam or do anything, grew quieter with every passing moment. 

“Very good Dean,” said the man. Dean barely flinched at the man knowing his name. “Now that we’ve gotten rid of some of your bad habits. We need to add some good ones. So you see that nice suit over there? Why don’t you put that on. Every article of clothing you put on, will turn you into the new you!”

Snap came the fingers and Dean instantly nodded as he began walking over to see a perfectly measured suit and bowtie. He began suiting up and each article changed a part of him. The underwear was first.

“You will speak politely and courteously, no more of that rough southern drawl of yours.”

Snap.

“I will speak politely and courteously…” Dean barely had the energy to finish as his voice changed, beginning to sound more like someone who grew up in Washington than Kansas. He began to put on the shirt. 

“You will treat others with respect. In fact you’ll get a job at my prestigious private club as a bartender,” commanded the man, snapping his fingers. Dean nodded, suddenly the images of rough bars with plenty of whiskey was replaced with upscale high end clubs with suited men like him serving drinks. It was the perfect place for Dean Winchester to start serving his superiors with the respect they deserved. 

“Yes, respect...new job…” murmured Dean, blinking slightly as all memory and desire of being a hunter, dealing with the supernatural, all of it sunk to the back of the mind, growing quiet forever. He could never have a rough job like that, he thought as he arranged his new cufflinks and placed on the suit jacket. 

“You will want to be more sexual, showing off your toned body and serving your superiors the right way. But of course you can’t have any tattoos or scars defacing a gentleman like you.”

Snap.

Dean’s skin began to be washed over, his classic anti possession tattoo fading away like his old self as he groaned slightly. His cock throbbed as he felt his already impressive set of six packs abs tighten, his chest grew slightly broader, allowing for his pecs to be larger. His quads grew, expanding slightly as his biceps did the same. Somehow Dean’s body grew more impressive and better than the active hunter already was. 

“Serving superiors the right way…” droned Dean, as he began to put on the pants, the garter socks and the shiny polished shoes, a set of suggestions lined up and ready to take over Dean’s mind like a tidal wave.

“You are horny for men, loving them. You are also a skilled stripper, as my club and I cater to that kind of audience. Finally, you will forget about your previous life, you will simply Dean Winchester, a dignified gentleman.”

The last snap and Dean suddenly heard himself moan out loud, blushing slightly for such undignified behaviour, but he was sure his superior would understand as his new personality settled in. Dean looked at himself, admiring the view in the mirror as the suit perfectly fit his muscular frame.

“Yes…” said Dean. He pursed his lips, fixing his bowtie. 

“How do you feel Dean?” asked the man. “Do you feel any different? Do you like hunting or eating in diners?

Dean studied himself, for a moment he didn’t recognise himself before he looked at the reflection up and down. 

“No I’d hate that. I’d rather just start getting a job and focusing on being the best server I can be,” said Dean, speaking eloquently and brushing down his suit. He needed it prim and perfect. 

“Very good, I think I could find a position for you. Sit down. Tell me about yourself, Dean,” said the man. Dean did as he was instructed. 

“I grew up quite poor but managed to work hard in school, went to an Ivy League college and studied my best to follow my passions and be the best person I could be. Now I’m here, looking for a new job and new people to serve, all my jobs have been like that, it’s just something I feel I was meant to do,” explained Dean, not missing a beat.

He smiled, remembering his (new) life well, and all the experiences that came with learning proper discipline and the ways hot gentlemen like him are meant to behave.

“Very good. You’ve done well Dean and I feel like you’ve earned a reward. Come.”

Snap. 

Dean Winchester grabbed his crotch as he moaned out loud, wracked with pleasure. The only thing he could think was that besides ruining his suit and how wrong it was to act so inappropriately, it was the best he ever felt, and he would do anything for more of his reward. 

The next few days Dean’s life had changed drastically, the man drained his account to rent an apartment and buy expensive formal attire. He needed a job, not just for the money, but because it was what he was meant to do, and found himself being signed on as both bartender and stripper for one of the most prestigious clubs in the city. The new Winchester was a better one, at least that’s how Dean, and his new superior found it. 

He ignored his brother’s calls, deciding he would introduce him to the suited man another time, for now Dean felt himself putting on his own suit, smiling at his new self, excited and for good reason. 

Tonight was his first shift.

He knew now that anybody acting so brash and rudely around him would think twice about it, otherwise they’d find themselves like Dean where justice is served. 

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[lexsssu]

Odd (Hiroki Dan)

TAGS: Dan/F!reader, yandere, possessiveness, obsession, breeding, impregnation, smut, oneshot Ao3 ver. | Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN)

Dan was always…odd.

Even when you were both still young preteens fumbling their way through puberty and middle school, there was always something about him that stood out from the rest of the student body.

Sure, he was smart, handsome, and came from a good family especially with his father being the current superintendent general at the police force. He had all the qualities that ensured his constant popularity, but despite how amicable he was towards your peers he always retreated back into himself.

.

.

.

At least, that was when it came to everyone else that is.

Because the biggest oddity you could find in him is his blatant need to ALWAYS be around you.

Whether he was merely within your immediate vicinity or engaging with you in some way, the dark-haired male was drawn to you like a moth to a flame. The eyes are the windows to the soul and for someone like him who was a master at molding his expressions in whatever face he needed at the moment, his eyes clearly revealed how genuine he was towards you.

Perhaps you should be scared, especially when his expressive eyes widen and dilate whenever your eyes meet with him for even a second. How it seems as if he’d been staring at you for long periods of time without you even noticing how heated his gaze was, but…

Was it bad that you found his attention…endearing? 

Flattering even that such an eligible man such as him only had you in his eyes?

Dan never did anything that made you feel uncomfortable, but rather knowing that you had his eternal attention almost felt like a safety blanket was wrapped around you and that there was never really anything for you to fear. He is a gentleman first and foremost, but the longing within his eyes are unmistakable and the genuine smiles he bestows upon you wear down the walls you’ve placed around your heart little by little.

That is why is there really any surprise that you’re wedded beneath the sakura blossoms as soon as you’ve both graduated highschool? 

To most people, marrying so early seemed like such an archaic practice or that you were both throwing your lives away so early. 

Such a thought never passed through your mind however and much less your husband for that matter. If anything, both his family and yours were very supportive of your decision as they had all been witness to the love you both shared for one another through all these years. Plus, it also helps that his family was well-off enough and Dan himself driven enough that your father had no qualms handing you over to his new son-in-law because he knew that you’d certainly be taken care of and cherished.

However, as much as you were grateful to the family and friends that celebrated your union, nothing could still overcome the happiness that overflowed from your heart as you met this man at the altar and exchanged vows and a kiss to seal your everlasting love to one another.

Dan was certainly odd…but you loved him all the same.

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“The doctor said that this is the best position to allow my seed to reach your womb and we’d be remiss if we didn’t follow her instructions. Besides, Masahiro deserves a new sibling, don’t you think so? I long to see you again growing ripe with my child…your breasts filling up with such fine drink that I’m already salivating just thinking about it…”

You don’t know what happened during work to set him off like this, but you weren’t complaining as Dan did his utmost best to practically rearrange your guts with how hard he was bearing down on you. The pillow he’d slipped beneath your hips just moments ago certainly helped as skin smacked against skin and bodily fluids dripped and stained the once pristine bedsheets.

The handsome investigator’s usually combed dark hair was in disarray as strands clung to his sweat-stained face, his movements & expression reeking of desperation and overflowing affection as he sought to get his cock as deep into you as he could. With luscious thighs wrapped around his narrow waist, hands raking against his strong back leaving faint red lines, and your lips kissed and bitten until it shone a bright reddish color, Hiroki knew that this might as well have been heaven.

For it is everything he wanted and dreamed of.

A precious young son sleeping in his own room, and the love of his life: his sweet little wife who still cared for him in spite of his need to ‘commit good deeds.’

And now that the newest member of your family was actively being made, Hiroki would make sure to continue his mission to cleanse the world of the filth that dared taint its goodness.

“ Leave it to me, darling. I’ll rack up enough ‘good deeds’ for you and all our future children so that you may all live without fears or worries… ”

With your face buried in the crook of his neck as you slept on top of him, his cock still stuffed inside your sopping cunt in order to prevent any of his seed from slipping out, the man smiled and closed his eyes and followed you into the land of dreams.

[dandelionsresilience]

Dandelion News - October 8-14

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1. All 160 dogs at Florida shelter found homes ahead of Hurricane Milton

“[The shelter] offered crates, food and anything else the dogs would need in exchange for the animals to spend just five days with the foster parents if the human didn't want to keep them for longer. […A]fter about a day of receiving around 100 messages every 30 minutes, Bada said, all 160 were gone from the shelter and in safe and warm homes.”

2. Restoring Ecosystems and Rejuvenating Native Hawaiian Traditions in Maui

“[Volunteers] are restoring water flow to the refuge, removing invasive species, and restoring a loko iʻa kalo using ʻike kūpuna, ancestral knowledge. […] This human-made ecosystem will provide food for community members and habitat for wildlife while protecting coral reefs offshore.”

3. Solar-powered desalination system requires no extra batteries

“In contrast to other solar-driven desalination designs, the MIT system requires no extra batteries for energy storage, nor a supplemental power supply, such as from the grid. […] The system harnessed on average over 94 percent of the electrical energy generated from the system’s solar panels to produce up to 5,000 liters of water per day[….]”

4. Threatened pink sea fan coral breeds in UK aquarium for first time

“The spawning is part of University of Exeter Ph.D. student Kaila Wheatley Kornblum's research into the reproduction, larval dispersal and population connectivity of Eunicella verrucosa. […] Pink sea fans are believed to have been successfully bred by only one other institution, Lisbon Oceanarium, in 2023.”

5. Tiny 'backpacks' are being strapped to baby turtles[….]

““We analysed the data and found that hatchlings show amazingly consistent head-up orientation – despite being in the complete dark, surrounded by sand [… and] they move as if they were swimming rather than digging[…. This new observation method is] answering questions about best conservation practices,” says Dor.”

6. New California Law Protects Wildlife Connectivity

“A new state law in California will instruct counties and municipalities to conserve wildlife corridors when planning new development. […] This could entail everything from creating wildlife crossings at roads or highways, employing wildlife-safe fencing, or not developing on certain land.”

7. ‘I think, boy, I’m a part of all this’: how local heroes reforested Rio’s green heart

“By 2019, [the program] had transformed the city’s landscape, having trained 15,000 local workers like Leleco, who have planted 10m seedlings across […] roughly 10 times the area of New York’s Central Park. Reforested sites include mangroves and vegetation-covered sandbars called restinga, as well as wooded mountainsides around favelas.”

8. Alabama Town Plans to Drop Criminal Charges Over Unpaid Garbage Bills

““Suspending garbage pickup, imposing harsh late penalties and prosecuting people who through no fault of their own are unable to pay their garbage and sewage bills does not make payment suddenly forthcoming,” West said. [… The city] has agreed to drop pending criminal charges against its residents over unpaid garbage bills.”

9. New Hampshire’s low-income community solar program finally moves forward

“The state energy department is reviewing seven proposals for community solar arrays that will allocate a portion of their bill credits to low-income households. […] New Hampshire’s strategy of working with utilities to automatically enroll households that have already been identified streamlines the process.”

10. The Future Looks Bright for Electric School Buses

“EPA has awarded about $3 billion in grants from the infrastructure law, which paid to replace about 8,700 buses. Of those, about 95 percent are electric. [… Electric buses are] cheaper to operate and require less maintenance than diesel buses and will soon be at cost parity when looking at the lifetime cost of ownership[….]”

October 1-7 news here | (all credit for images and written material can be found at the source linked; I don’t claim credit for anything but curating.)

[a99jazzybean]

Why do we Keep Playing These Games?

Chapter 3: Beg

Masterlist/ Prev. Ch/ Next Ch

synop: College TA au

Jayce Talis... He's your unrequited sworn enemy. You are the object of his obsessive affections. After discovering your disdain toward him, He decides to win your heart... Through playing games. Winner gets to make the loser do whatever they want. You'll take him up on the bet, but what will happen if he wins?

words: 5K

includes: jaycexfem!reader, sexual implications, sexual tension, enemies to lovers, humiliation, betting

The first day of school had arrived. Humidity clung to your skin as you made your way across campus. It was going to be a boiler today, and not just because of the weather. While you were anxious about starting the first year of your masters, the thing at the top of your mind that you were really concerned about was your deal with Jayce. After your first office hours that night, you were going to have your first game. If he won… no, you couldn’t imagine that. You weren’t much for superstition, but just in case, you didn’t want to somehow manifest a win for the man. 

Briskly walking, you clenched your palms. Attempting to squeeze out the anxiety coursing through you. Once you made it to the physics building, you paused. Taking a deep breath as you were about to open the door. Before you could push it open, a large hand reached over your head and pushed it open for you. Craning your head you felt a rush of heat as your eyes met honeyed hazel ones. They were practically sparkling with excitement. A wide smile plastered on his face. 

“Morning!” He said, way too cheerily. 

“Morning.” You mumbled back, charging forward. 

Attempting to outpace him was a futile effort. He casually strode along with you, that damned smile never leaving his face. Behind you, you heard the familiar sound of a cane clacking on the tile. You slowed, allowing Viktor to catch up to you. In hopes that it would prevent the object of your disdain, from speaking with you. 

“Please, don’t wait on me. I’m going to the same place you are.” Viktor said. 

Viktor was technically not working this class period, but Heimerdinger wanted all three of you to attend all of the classes during syllabus week since you were “resources” for all of the students, regardless of what section you helped instruct. 

Thankfully, none of you had classes that overlapped with Heimerdingers today, so it worked in your favor to be introduced to all of the students. Sadly, that meant you would be spending the majority of your day with Jayce. 

You  were all aiding in six courses that Heimerdinger taught. Three were introduction to physics, the others were secondary level courses. Two you would work with Jayce and the other two you would work with Viktor. The three of you had various office hours during the week that any student could attend for assistance. You disliked the fact that many of your hours overlapped with Jayce’s, but it couldn’t be helped. The first of your shared office hours were that night. While the likelihood of students coming in was slim, you were required to work 20 hours a week. So you were stuck with him for three hours that evening. 

The three of you arrived at the giant lecture hall in the physics building. Professor Heimerdinger was already inside preparing his syllabus day presentation. Jayce, ever the gentleman, opened the door for you and Viktor. You mumbled a thanks and rolled your eyes. Viktor pat the man on the shoulder as his face fell from your response. No matter, he had plenty of time to win you over. Plus, you had your first game that night. 

Jayce could barely sleep the previous night. It wasn’t because of his excitement for the school year. No, it was because of the anticipation for the game you were going to play. Based on your clear determination, he had no doubt you were going to continue to play with him. No matter what the bet would be, or if you lost. You were too driven to win. Something he adored about you, but you didn’t seem to notice. He would make you realize it though. His intentions were clear with you, and he wasn’t planning on hiding them. 

“Ah, my star pupils!” Heimerdinger turned to you as you entered the room. 

He shuffled over to you, offering his hand to each of you. His cheery cheeks red, a soft smile hidden under his large moustache. 

“Well, how are you feeling? Any first day jitters?” He asked.

“I’m excited, professor.” You said, giving him a polite smile.

“As am I.” Viktor chimed in. 

“Yeah, really excited!” Jayce looked at you when you spoke. 

You ignored his gaze, and the red rising to your cheeks. 

“Well, I’m very excited to have you three working together! Especially since you are all such good friends! It’s always important that colleagues get along, and you’ve already checked that box off!”

You were taken aback at that statement. Giving Viktor a questioning look, who returned with a confused shrug. Then your gaze turned to Jayce, your eyes narrowing in accusation. 

“Right.” You said lowly. 

Heimerdinger was seemingly oblivious to the tension that had suddenly appeared in the room and continued to ramble. Jayce avoided your searing gaze, feeling sweat prickle at his forehead. 

“Well, now that we’re all here I’ll prepare you before the students get here.” The short man walked over to a large stack of papers. He split them into thirds and handed each of you a stack.

“That’s the syllabus. You’ll pass these out as I’m completing attendance. Then I’ll introduce you to the class!”

A few minutes later students began to arrive in the room. They filled up most of the seats in the lecture hall. As Heimerdinger took roll, you walked up and down the rows handing out the syllabi. Afterwards, joining Viktor and Jayce at the front. 

“Now class, I would like to introduce you to my teaching assistants this semester!” Heimerdinger motioned to the three of you. “Would you like to introduce yourselves and your studies?” 

Jayce stepped forward, beaming at the class.

“I’m Jayce Talis, currently on track to getting my masters in applied physics.” The man turned to you to introduce yourself. 

“I’m y/n. Studying for my masters in theoretical physics.” 

“And I’m Viktor. Studying applied physics as well.”

Heimerdinger smiled at the three of you. 

 “Jayce and y/n will be your official TA’s in this course, but Viktor will be available to assist you during his office hours.” 

The rest of the period went by slowly. Heimerdinger going on about the requirements for his course and grade percentages. You spent it sitting idly, just waiting for the period to be over. Begging for the time to pass faster as Jayce decided to sit next to you. Giving you puppy dog eyes while you attempted to avoid looking at his gaze. It was his attempt to catch your attention, and it was mostly catching your irritation. He nudged your shoulder, making you whip your head and glare at him. The expression on your face doing nothing to deter the man. Instead, making him smile as you finally looked at him.

“What?” You hissed through your teeth. 

He leaned close to you, making you catch a whiff of his cologne. Oh, okay he smelled really good. Wait, no, now is not the time. You raised a brow, waiting for him to speak.

“I just wanted to say you look nice today.” He gave you a sweet smile that tugged at your heart. 

You mentally shook off the reaction to his words. Whatever, he was your opponent. You wouldn’t allow yourself to waver from some kind words. 

Looking over your outfit you huffed. Sure, you had to look nice. Heimerdinger was very clear of his expectations for you and your compatriots. He expected you to be dressed prim and proper for all of his classes except for Fridays. Designating them as “casual Fridays.”

“Just like at an actual workplace.” He said, giving one of those cheery smiles of his. 

You worked up a smile to return to Jayce. Speaking through grinding teeth.

“Thanks.” 

He softly chuckled. Leaning back, a smirk on his face. 

At the end of the period the new students milled around you and the other TA’s asking questions about the course. From the corner of your eye you spotted the group around Jayce clearly attempting to flirt with the man. Jayce knew what the younger students were doing, he was hoping that you might be a tad jealous at the attention he was receiving. Instead you just rolled your eyes and continued speaking to the student in front of you. It didn’t bother you, this wasn’t your first rodeo being around Jayce. The man was a magnet for attention from everyone, you weren’t surprised that fresh new students were attracted to his charm. Again, the man was objectively attractive. No one could argue that. Plus, you knew he wasn’t one to entertain them. 

After seeing you ignore him, Jayce’s cheery smile fell. He watched as you continued to discuss whatever it was with the student before you. His jaw tightening as you didn’t even give him a passing glance. Instead, giving all of your attention to your conversation. 

“So Heimerdinger’s a good professor, right?” The man in front of you asked. You believe his name was Sam, if you could recall correctly.

“Uh, yeah. Do you have any questions about the course?” You personally didn’t enjoy small talk. 

“Oh um…” The student was taken aback at your bluntness. “Oh I guess…”

You tapped your foot impatiently. 

“How easy is the course?” He asked.

“Depends on if you’re willing to put in the work.”

“Can you help with that?” He asked. There was something suggestive behind the question, making you cringe inwardly. 

Before you could respond, a strong hand grasped the guy’s shoulder. Jayce had on one of his bright smiles, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Of course we can! That’s our job after all!” He told the student, a slight hint of malice behind the otherwise cheery tone. 

“Right.” You said, giving him a questioning look.

The student looked over his shoulder. Slightly sweaty as he caught the irritation in Jayce’s eyes. 

“O-okay. Good to know.” He shook the large hand off of his shoulder. “Well I look forward to working with you guys.” He squeaked before making a quick getaway. 

Jayce puffed out his chest, glad the student was out of the way. Specifically away from receiving your attention. He smiled at you, making your gut twist. 

“What was that about?” You huffed in irritation. 

“Just helping you out with answering student’s questions.” He stated cheerily. 

“Yeah, more like subtly threatening them.” You muttered. 

Jayce leaned closer to you. His proximity making you shiver. 

“Well, you didn’t seem like you wanted to be having that conversation any longer. Thought I could assist.” 

“Right, cause you weren’t concerned that another man was speaking with me at all.” You raised your brow at him, making the man look down in embarrassment. “Am I wrong?”

“N-no…” His cheeks burned as you’ve caught him. “I just didn’t appreciate it.”

Groaning, you turned away from him. You didn’t realize how easily jealous the man could be. Just to make it worse though, you decided to push him.

“It’s not like I cared when you had that gaggle of students checking you out and batting their eyelashes for your attention.” 

Jayce’s jaw tightened. He knew you were just trying to get to him, but it was working. 

“Well you don’t seem to care about me all that much anyways.” He said, hurt laced in his voice. 

Viktor stood nearby, overhearing your spat. He cringed at Jayce’s last response. 

You froze up, then turned back to Jayce. Expression softening. It was the first day of school, you shouldn’t be working each other up so soon. 

That didn’t seem to matter to Jayce though. Instead he was plotting up what he would be wagering during your chess game that night. You weren’t playing nice, fine. That just meant that he wouldn’t be either. Sure, he was ultimately trying to get your heart, but the man felt he needed to teach you a lesson. If you wanted to make him hurt, he’d make you hurt as well. 

“I’m sorry. That was rude of me.” You said. 

While Jayce’s own expression softened, his resolve didn’t crumble. He’d make you see. He had to. Something primal inside him needed to prove to you his abilities. While you understood he was extremely intelligent, he needed you to see he had more to offer you. And to make sure that you would accept those offerings. He knew that he could get you to like him, you just needed to see how good he could be. 

“It’s fine.” Jayce huffed, then let a small smile find his face.

You could tell he was still affected by your little spat, but hoped he would get over it soon enough. After all, you had extended a truce of sorts. At least you had apologized. 

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Too soon you found yourself tucked into the cramped office with Jayce. Checking the time on your phone you groaned internally. There was still an hour left before your office hours were over. Which meant you had to play your first game with the man. Jayce was very chipper after seeming off earlier in the day. He was giddy for your game. Ready to absolutely cream you at chess and make you do what he pleased. And boy did he have quite the wager. 

You had spent the day trying to figure out what you would make Jayce do when you won your game against him. After passing through many ideas you landed on having the man clean your apartment. Due to the hectic beginning of your masters program, you knew you were not going to have much time to clean it. Not that you were a slob or anything, just that you had more dishes piled in the sink than you wished to deal with. Your compromise, having Jayce do the cleaning for you. The man was a very clean person, you were sure it would be an easy job. And you could lounge on your couch and watch as he became your personal maid for a day. Yeah, that would be quite nice. The thought brought a smile to your face. 

“What are you so pleased about?” Jayce’s voice broke you out of your daydream. 

“Oh nothing. Just how I’m going to enjoy my win after our match.” You said smugly. 

The smirk and glint in your eyes causing butterflies to churn in Jayce’s stomach. He chuckled at your cockiness. 

“Right, because you’re definitely going to win.” He said sarcastically.

“Uh, yeah, obviously. You think I’m going to let you beat me? Nice try, Talis.” You scoffed. 

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” He bit his lip after the term of endearment. Red bloomed on your face, that you begged to calm down. 

You hadn’t ever spent this much time in close proximity with the man, and to your dismay, you had somewhat enjoyed it. So much for “sworn enemy”. You had to at least try to keep a strand of your dignity. But you were failing quite miserably at it. Especially when it was so easy for him to get a laugh out of you. A laugh that had the man wishing he could rewind time just so he could hear it over and over again. Beautiful, chiming, with the tiniest hint of an adorable snort. God, you were something. Something Jayce desperately needed more of. If this was how your office hours were going to go, he would gladly work overtime with you. 

The only thing that seemed to stand in his way were the few students that had already visited with claims of not understanding the syllabus. Jayce wasn’t an idiot, he knew when people were interested in him. The gaggle of young students weren’t subtle about their advances, but the man had boundaries to uphold. Plus, they paled in comparison to you. No one that tried to schmooze with him could ever throw your charming sass and wit his way, and he wouldn’t have it otherwise. 

“Well, I am going to beat you. I’ll have you know I was a chess champion.” You said smugly.

“Is that so? When’s the last time you competed?” This was news to Jayce.

You paused, a flush of an embarrassment on your face. Lips pursed into a thin line as you contemplated telling him the truth. Not that you could really lie, Jayce would be able to easily see through that. It wasn’t a secret, you were a terrible liar. 

“Sixth grade…” You said quietly. 

A booming laugh jolted you out of your seat. Jayce was practically crying as he laughed at your expense. The grimace on your face making him laugh even more. 

“Wow, y/n. I’m impressed. 12-year-old chess champion over here.” He smiled at the thought of a younger version of yourself crushing the youthful competition. It was cute. 

“At least I’ve won something in it!” You argued. 

Jayce smirked. He could tell you that he was highly ranked in the local chess club, or he could enjoy watching you flounder. Chess wasn’t his pick of game for no reason. It was very calculated. He knew you loved a challenge, and he knew he was very good at the game. While he had a feeling he could make a game end quickly, he decided that he was going to enjoy his time with you. Especially if he could toy with you. 

“Sure, sure. You talk pretty big game. We’ll have to see how you really do.” He said with a wink. 

There was about ten minutes left of your office hours when a student walked in. Another person asking Jayce questions over the syllabus. The man bit his tongue to avoid sighing in annoyance. He hoped this wouldn’t extend past their hours. Your game time was so close, and he didn’t want to wait a minute longer than he needed to. 

You watched in amusement as Jayce rushed through answering the girl’s questions. Almost laughing out loud at how he kept scooting his chair further and further away from her as she attempted to move closer. His jaw was tight, grinding his teeth as he continued to help the poor thing. Hazel eyes glanced up to meet yours, melting at the smirk you had on your face. While most would find your smugness irritating, it was oddly endearing to him. Maybe it was because it was directed toward him, but regardless he enjoyed it. 

“Well, I think that’s everything. If there’s anything else I suggest visiting Professor Heimerdinger for assistance as he was the one who wrote the syllabus.” Jayce said, trying to end the office hours. 

“Okay, thank you so much, Jayce!” The student gave him a dazzling smile. 

“Of course. And don’t be afraid to ask the other TAs for help too.” He gave a pointed look at you. 

“Right.” The girl glanced at you, as you continued to smirk at them. 

“Well, office hours are over now. Have a goodnight, get home safe!” Jayce stood up, motioning for the student to leave. 

“Actually…” The girl lightly placed a hand on Jayce’s arm. You held back a snort at the action. “I was wondering if you could walk me back to my dorm.” 

“Ah, um…” Jayce was trying to figure out how to let her down softly. “That’s not really something that’s appropriate for me to do. I’m sure y/n could walk you home.” He said, knowing full well she wouldn’t take up the offer. 

“Are you sure?” She attempted to give him puppy dog eyes. 

“And besides, I have some thesis work that I’m planning on getting done here anyways.” His eyes were pleading with her to just leave already.

“I’m patient, I can wait.” This girl! 

“Look, I’m not walking you home.” 

“I’ll take you home.” You said, grabbing your backpack. 

Jayce narrowed his eyes in warning. 

“Oh that’s not necessary.” The girl said. 

“Nonsense! I know campus at night can be a bit eerie.” You clamped a hand on her shoulder. “I’ll walk you.” 

Jayce spoke your name lowly. 

“She said she’s fine walking herself home.” He looked at the girl, all hints of tenderness absent from his face. “Am I correct?”

The girl’s eyes widened at the shift in demeanor. 

“Um, yes…” She quickly grabbed her items. “I’ll see you in class.” She squeaked before leaving. 

Once the door shut, Jayce sighed and slumped into his chair.

“I thought she’d never leave.” He practically whined.

“That excited to play chess with me?” You poked his shoulder teasingly. 

He grabbed your hand, rubbing his thumb along the top. The tender action warming your heart, before you abruptly pulled back. 

“More like excited to beat you at chess.” That dazzling smile of his had reappeared. 

You felt a churning in your gut as the man walked to lock the office door. He grabbed the chessboard from his backpack and set it on the desk. Meticulously setting out the pieces, each clack making you shiver. 

It had been a long time since you had last played the game, and you were sure you were rusty. By the glimmer in Jayce’s eyes you had a feeling he knew the game well. Signing away your win with just a look. You gulped, and mustered up a determined look. You were going to try at least. And that’s what mattered, right?

“So who’s gonna be white?” You broke the tense silence building in the room.

Jayce hummed thoughtfully before answering. 

“I suppose we can flip a coin for it.” He said. “Or if you really need it, you can play white.” 

“I don’t need it, I was just wondering.” You feigned confidence.

“Right. Of course, my mistake. Miss sixth grade champion.” He grinned at you, making you gulp again. 

“Don’t doubt my skill.” 

“Oh I would never, sweetheart.” There it was again, that pet name. The one that had your heartstrings tugging. 

“Whatever, let’s get this started.” You sat down and cracked your knuckles. 

So you began, moving out one of the many pawns two spaces forward. Jayce’s grin never leaving his face as the two of you played. He decided to make the game last a bit longer than necessary. Enjoying the way he could make you sweat. The furrow on your brow growing as you bit your lip red in frustration. 

“You sure about that move?” He said after you sent a knight forward. 

You glared at the man before you. His side practically full, while yours held a measly five pieces. Almost all of your pawns obliterated, a bishop, and two rooks, and a knight on the sidelines. Jayce was pretty much chasing your queen across the board, picking off other pieces one by one as you attempted to protect her and your king. 

The tension was making your breath harder. With no idea what Jayce was wagering, you only had your running imagination to think of his future plans with you. It was inevitable, your loss. Even if you tried to buy yourself time, you knew he would win in the end. Perhaps he would be kinder to you if you forfeited. No, there was still a chance. Your king was still out of check, you could do this. Maybe. 

“What interesting choices.” Jayce teased. 

You attempted to pay him no mind, which ultimately was your foley. The man snatching up your queen with a sneaky bishop. 

“Would you look at that?” He exclaimed. 

You wanted to cry. Losing your queen at this point was your undoing. Jayce quickly cornered your king, making it impossible for you to get out of check. You groaned, fingers pressing into your temples. Something, there has to be something… But there was no way out. 

“Just accept it.” Jayce said smugly, enjoying the scowl on your face. “I’ve won, sweetheart.” 

“I will not accept it.” You moved your king to take his queen, making the man chuckle. 

Toppling over was your king as a bishop sealed your fate. 

“Checkmate.” That damned smile was larger than ever. 

He was giddy, so excited for you to keep up your end of the deal. And based on how you had complained that you were broke, he knew you had no other way out. 

Shoulders tense, you pushed yourself up from the desk. Of course, of course this happened. And you were so nervous about what was to come. He could ask anything of you, and you would have to do it. There was a part of you that knew you could end this, but the thrill of competing had you nixing that idea completely. No, you would follow through on your end. 

You looked at him with a heated glare.

“Aww, don’t look like that. As cute as I think it is when you’re mad at me, you should take the loss with dignity. Don’t you think?” He was gloating, and loving every reaction he got out of you.

“Cut to the chase, Jayce. What were you wagering?” You spat. 

“Oh nothing big…” He paused for dramatic effect. “Just that you have to beg for my forgiveness. On your knees. And..” He pulled out his phone. “I get to record it. For my own personal use, of course.” 

Your eyes widened at the deal. No fucking way…

“Beg for forgiveness?!” You said incredulously. “Forgiveness for what, exactly?” 

“Just for being so mean to me, avoiding me all these years.” He said, that smug smile growing on his face. 

You grumbled, turning away from him. Fists clenching as red rose to your face. 

The man walked up to you. Fingers lifting your chin to look at him. 

“Don’t be embarrassed. I’ll be the only one to witness it.” 

“Do I have to be on my knees?” Your voice wavered. 

“Yes.” There was no negotiating with him on this. 

If you wanted the games to continue, you had to follow his demands. 

“How do I know when you’ll be satisfied with my apology?” You looked up at him, scowl on your face. 

His smile didn’t waver.

“I’ll let you know when I’m satisfied.” 

You let out a huff of frustration. God, this was embarrassing. And he was going to have video evidence of you doing it. Since he was only going to keep it to himself, it didn’t go against the rules. You had to follow through. 

Jayce sat back down, turning his chair towards you. Continuing to grow giddier as your frustration and embarrassment grew. He spread his legs apart, and held his phone up. Pressing record, he looked back up at you.

“Well, I’m waiting.” He said smugly.

“Give me a moment.” You said quietly.

Just get it over with. You sighed as you began to sink to the floor. The wooden boards hard against your knees. When you looked up you had to hold in a gasp. The man before you, looking so smug appeared almost kingly. The chair he was seated in, the throne of a champion. And now you his prize, kneeled down before him as if you were worshipping him. You didn’t want to admit it, but it sent something straight to your core. Something that would certainly keep you up with want that night. 

With a harsh breath, you began.

“I-I’m sorry, Jayce…” God he loved the sound of your voice. 

“For what?” He pushed. 

“For being mean to you.” You turned from him, a motion he did not appreciate. 

A strong hand grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him.

“No, you have to look at the person you’re begging for forgiveness. Try again.” 

You ground your teeth, wanting to spit an insult at him.

“Please forgive me, Jayce.” 

“That’s better, keep going, sweetheart.” The way he said the pet name, sending a shiver through you.

“Please forgive me for being mean to you.” You looked straight into his eyes. Your words shooting straight to his groin. 

He hoped you wouldn’t notice him getting hard at your words. So far you hadn’t, as you focused on his eyes while you spoke.

“Please forgive me for purposely avoiding you.”

“And why would you do that to me?” You did your best not to glare at the man before you.

“Because I consider…considered you my enemy.” That made him raise a brow.

“You no longer consider me your enemy?” He asked, sincerity in his voice.

“More like my rival.” You gave him a cheeky grin, one he couldn’t help but return.

“Mmm…better than enemy, I suppose. Please, continue.” He motioned toward you.

“What else is there to apologize for?”

He chuckled.

“Beg me for my forgiveness for all of your wrongs. For hiding your beauty from me for so long, for running away from my affections, for fighting against me when all I wanted was your attention.” His voice was low, he fully expected you to beg. 

Your heart tugged at your chest at his words. Did he really think all of that? Beauty… It wasn’t a word you associated with yourself. Yet, hazel eyes glimmered with sincerity. He was being fully and completely honest with you. 

You sighed. Fine, you’d comply. Looking up at him, you continued. 

“Please forgive me for my wrongdoings. For hiding my…” You paused, not sure if you wanted to continue. Red painted your cheeks as you thought of his words. “Forgive me for hiding my beauty. Forgive me for running away from your affections.” 

“Will you keep trying to run?” He questioned. Still looking mighty upon his seat. 

“I thought I was only begging for your forgiveness.” You stated, your teeth worrying over your lip.

“Forgiveness is not just asked for through words.” 

“Jayce…I…I can’t promise that.” 

“But you can try.” He said, eyes growing dark. 

You only nodded, then continued with your final apology.

“I beg you to forgive me for fighting against you. For not giving you my attention.” You looked up at him, eyes pleading for it to be over. 

He nodded, stopping the recording on his phone. He stood from the seat, then kneeled down before you. A warm hand twirling a loose strand of you hair as he looked into your eyes. 

“Thank you.” He said. 

He offered a hand, and you took it. Allowing him to lift you up on your feet. His strength is always surprising to you, despite having those large muscles. 

“Now what?” You asked, feeling yourself come down from adrenaline rushing through you. 

“Now, you let me walk you home.” He gave you a soft smile. “It gets eerie on campus after dark.” 

[dayofaestheticorsubculture]

Studyblr

Studyblr is a portmanteau of “study” and “Tumblr,” referring to a subcommunity on the microblogging and social networking platform Tumblr that centers around academic motivation, study aesthetics, productivity, and educational self-improvement. It is part of a larger trend of internet-based productivity and self-betterment communities that use social media to share resources, inspiration, and personal progress. The Studyblr movement rose to prominence in the mid-2010s, particularly among high school and college students, and has since evolved into a broader cultural and pedagogical phenomenon. Unlike traditional educational tools or support systems, Studyblr is grassroots and peer-led, combining elements of digital journaling, lifestyle blogging, and academic coaching.

The Studyblr community emerged organically from Tumblr’s broader user base in the early 2010s. It was initially inspired by the pre-existing aesthetic blogging culture of Tumblr, which was characterized by curated visual content, moodboards, personal diaries, and thematic tagging. As users began sharing photos of their study spaces, handwritten notes, planners, and school routines, a distinct identity coalesced around the tag “#studyblr.”

This emergence coincided with growing global interest in academic competitiveness, mental wellness, and productivity among digital-native students. While the community had no official founding date or centralized leadership, key influencers—users who consistently posted high-quality, original content—helped shape its ethos. Over time, Studyblr expanded beyond static images to include long-form reflections on study strategies, mental health, goal-setting, and the lived experiences of students navigating academic systems.

Studyblr is perhaps best known for its distinctive visual and textual aesthetics. Content typically revolves around carefully arranged photos of notebooks, stationery, desks, laptops, and textbooks. These images often feature natural lighting, pastel color palettes, and neat handwriting in cursive or block letters. The emphasis on presentation serves both motivational and aspirational functions: it reflects the user’s effort and self-discipline, while also creating an idealized image of productive student life.

Beyond visuals, Studyblr content is deeply text-driven. Posts often include personal essays, daily study logs, motivational affirmations, study tips, productivity challenges, book reviews, and planning systems. Many users integrate bullet journaling and time management methodologies such as the Pomodoro Technique, Eisenhower Matrix, or Getting Things Done (GTD) framework into their content. The aestheticized academic life depicted in Studyblr is often aspirational, yet it can also contain candid reflections on academic burnout, impostor syndrome, and the pressure to perform.

Studyblr functions as a decentralized, informal learning network. Users share and exchange knowledge across disciplines, offering peer support, explanations, and curated resources. Unlike formal education systems that follow rigid curricula, Studyblr promotes autodidacticism—self-directed learning based on personal interest and need. It is common to find comprehensive guides written by users on how to study specific subjects, prepare for standardized tests like the SAT, ACT, or A-Levels, or learn foreign languages.

These peer-led instructional materials often emphasize metacognitive strategies, such as spaced repetition, active recall, mind mapping, and Cornell note-taking. Studyblr can thus be viewed as a space for educational praxis, where learners not only consume knowledge but also critically reflect on how to learn. In this sense, it parallels and intersects with the Open Educational Resources (OER) movement, albeit in a more informal and socially curated manner.

Studyblr supports a complex and multifaceted set of identities. Users often present themselves as diligent, growth-oriented individuals who are striving to improve their academic lives. However, the community is also interwoven with issues of self-image, performance, and socio-cultural pressures. Many Studyblr participants are women and girls, and there is a strong feminized aesthetic to the community, including a focus on journaling, pastel tones, and emotional self-care.

Despite its empowering potential, Studyblr has been critiqued for perpetuating perfectionism and romanticizing productivity. The aesthetic emphasis can lead to a performative culture where the appearance of studying becomes as important as the actual work done. This dynamic mirrors broader critiques of social media platforms where curated self-presentation can mask internal struggles and contribute to anxiety or imposter syndrome.

Studyblr also functions as a digital safe space for marginalized students, including LGBTQ+ individuals, neurodivergent learners, and those with mental health challenges. The community often provides emotional support, practical advice, and solidarity across identity lines, creating an inclusive environment that is often lacking in traditional academic institutions.

Tumblr’s platform design—featuring reblogs, tags, and anonymous messaging—facilitates the decentralized and viral nature of Studyblr content. The use of tags like #studyspo (study inspiration), #productivity, and #studentlife allows for rapid content discovery and thematic categorization. Reblogging allows users to build upon others’ posts, adding commentary or visual remixing, thus fostering a participatory culture.

Many Studyblr users extend their presence across platforms such as Instagram, Pinterest, YouTube, and, more recently, TikTok. These migrations have contributed to the cross-pollination of related communities like Studygram (on Instagram), Studytwt (on Twitter), and StudyTube (on YouTube). Each of these platforms introduces distinct norms and media affordances, but they share common themes of academic productivity, peer support, and aesthetic curation.

While not formally recognized by most academic institutions, Studyblr can have measurable educational benefits. Its emphasis on goal-setting, reflective practice, and resource sharing encourages students to engage more deeply with their learning. It can enhance intrinsic motivation and help students develop executive functioning skills such as planning, prioritization, and time management.

However, critics argue that Studyblr may reinforce elitist or exclusionary narratives. The idealized images often feature expensive stationery, minimalist furniture, and uninterrupted time—luxuries not all students can afford. Furthermore, the emphasis on constant productivity may inadvertently glamorize overwork and contribute to toxic hustle culture.

There is also a tendency toward Eurocentric and Anglophone academic norms, which may marginalize students in non-Western contexts. While some Studyblr users challenge these biases by posting in other languages or highlighting alternative educational systems, the dominant aesthetic and rhetorical style remains rooted in Western liberal education ideals.

A distinctive feature of Studyblr is its intersection with mental health discourse. Many users openly discuss their struggles with anxiety, depression, ADHD, and other psychological challenges. This openness creates a dual narrative: one of ambition and productivity, and another of vulnerability and resilience. It also reflects broader generational shifts in attitudes toward mental health, particularly among Gen Z and late Millennials.

Self-care routines, therapy experiences, and coping strategies are frequently discussed alongside study schedules and exam prep. This integration of mental wellness and academic performance represents a holistic approach to student life that stands in contrast to traditional educational discourses that often neglect emotional labor. However, this discourse is not without tension—there is an ongoing debate within the community about whether the focus on aesthetics and high achievement can undercut genuine mental health advocacy.

Studyblr is more than a niche interest group—it represents a convergence of education, technology, identity, and aesthetics in the digital age. As of the mid-2020s, while Tumblr’s overall user base has declined from its peak, the Studyblr ethos continues to influence newer platforms and educational content creation. The cultural DNA of Studyblr can be seen in online productivity communities, Notion dashboards, digital journaling apps, and even remote learning pedagogies that emphasize autonomy and engagement.

Its legacy lies in reshaping how students view learning—not merely as a path to grades or degrees, but as a personal, expressive, and communal act. Studyblr illustrates how digital communities can serve as sites of both empowerment and critique, offering new possibilities for how we understand motivation, knowledge, and the lived experience of education in a connected world.

[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE OLIVER WOOD X SHY HUFFLEPUFF READER 

You were Neville's older sister and you were sorted into the Hufflepuff house while your brother Neville was sorted into the Gryffindor house. The both of you were quite similar in terms of personality, both of you were shy yet friendly with those around you. Everyone loved to be around you because of your kind nature and friendly personality, you were a bit of an introvert compared to your brother and your friends liked to tease you about it but everyone around you adored your shy nature, they found it rather bashful. You were academically driven and had the will and focus to get good grades, you didn't spend hours and hours to study like Hermione but you were naturally good at academics since you absorbed the concepts in one go and preferred a practical based learning compared to rote memorization. You even managed to get into Snape's good graces the other day when you were working on how to make the Polyjuice potion, you followed the instructions to the T and brewed the perfect mixture that even Snape couldn't find fault with your skill and accuracy and just gave you a slight nod of his head in a begrudging manner to show his appreciation for you, making you one of the rare cases where he showed his admiration to someone who wasn't from his own house 

Of course, you and your brother were secretly terrified and nervous of him deep down but you were able to pull through, however Neville needed a bit more help in Potions and was always on the receiving end of his taunts and sarcastic remarks which made you feel bad for Neville whenever you'd see his flustered face with the expression on his face looking like he was on the verge of tears. You'd spend most of your time helping out Neville with Potions and of course, defending him against Malfoy and his goons. You didn't really like confronting people but if it was for the sake of your brother, you had to suck it up and deal with it. By no means you had nerves of steel nor were you fearless, you'd be nervous when you tell them to stay away from your brother while they laughed at you and made jokes at you and your brother's expense, making you regret your decision of trying to be a hero in the first place. You felt your eyes water slightly with the comments the other Slytherins from your own year made and you hated how pathetic you felt, you were supposed to be defending your brother and be the older sibling he could look up to for protection and guidance, instead the guilt ate through your mind as you silently cursed yourself for being pathetic and weak and failing Neville as an older sister till someone decided that enough was enough and that's when you met...Oliver...

"Oi...leave her alone, yeah?" spoke a deep voice from nearby as you turned around and spotted a guy who looked like he was in your year, he seemed somewhat familiar to you and yet you couldn't put a finger to it, you surveyed the brown haired guy dressed in the Gryffindor Quidditch robes and clutched his broom as his veins protruded slightly and his jaw was clenched, looking agitated as his eyes narrowed at the bunch of Slytherins in front of him. "What's it to you Wood? Get lost'' hollered Marcus as he leered at him and Oliver just glared at him as he looked around, trying to see if there were any professors or other students around the area before pulling out his wand and hexing them. "Um...thanks..'' you mumbled and fidgeted with the hem of your robes and you shot him a polite smile. "No problem, I've been wanting to do that for a while now anyway...'' chuckled Oliver slightly as he held out his hand and introduced himself to you. "The name's Oliver, Oliver Wood...the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team'' he said proudly as he shook your hand

The second he came in contact with your hand and held your hand, he was surprised by how soft and gentle it was, a stark contrast compared to his rough and calloused ones as he found it slightly endearing and part of him wanted to keep holding your hand for a bit longer. "I'm Y/N Longbottom..'' you replied and his eyes widened slightly. "Longbottom...could you be related to Neville in some way?" he asked you as you nodded. "I'm his sister'' you answered as he looked at you like you were a fascinating rock that dropped from the moon. "Well, that's surprising, never knew Neville had a sister...'' he mused and he surveyed your features. Something about him just fueled that desire in him to protect you, was it the way your hair strands fell in that beautiful face of yours or was it the way he felt like he was already getting the feeling of getting lost in your eyes or was it the way how flustered and bashful you were in front of him which made your mannerisms endearing to watch

Ever since that incident, he just can't seem to let go of you. He follows you around like a puppy, a guard dog to be exact, warding off anyone who dared to mess with you and as he spent more time with you, he found himself growing more attached to you and your shy nature which he couldn't get enough of. He loved the way your cheeks would get tinged with a red blush at times and hide your face in a book and mumble something incoherent whenever you felt flustered about something which made him want to see more of those reactions from you. Of course, his friends eventually got wind of his feelings for you and started teasing him about it, Fred and George took immense pleasure in mercilessly poking fun at him for which he'd immediately tell them to shut it with a slight blush on his face but he won't really deny it

Even your own friends are convinced that he fancies you and they like to tease you about it yet you don't really see the obvious signs of him liking you. "I swear to Merlin Y/N you're absolutely dense, he FANCIES you, you dummy'' said one of your friends with an exasperated sigh as you looked at her reproachfully. "No he doesn't, we're just friends, he invites me to see his Quidditch games and we study in the library together and we hang out at Honeydukes at times...he's also nice enough to ask me about my day and he likes holding hands with me for some reason but we're just friends...nothing more than that'' you replied as your friends around you groaned and made noises of protest of your naivete and threw a cushion at you 

Oliver feels like he can't control his feelings for you anymore, his mind is filled with thoughts regarding you, deep down he's worried and has the paranoia that someone could take advantage of your kindness and naivete which he wouldn't allow to happen at any cost, which was why he needed to ensure that he was always around you at all times. He even ended up changing his schedule just so he could be in the same classes as you and he felt his heart race against his chest whenever he felt your hand brush against his. He feels like he has the strength to fight the world for you, you're his pillar of strength, he wants to be your man and take care of you and provide for you. The other day you received a low score for Potions which was something you didn't expect and you felt quite sad about it which hurt his heart, he wanted to see you happy and when he saw tears prickling at the corner of those lotus shaped eyes of yours, he felt like his heart was sinking. He gently caressed your cheek with his palm and held you in his arms close to him and stroked your hair telling you that you did your best and it was all right and how he would always be there for you and the two of you spent the rest of the night with each other as he bought you your favorite sweets from Honeydukes 

There are times when his mind starts to wander as he thinks about how soft and lovely it would be to kiss your lips while he holds you, how he could be your protector, how beautiful you'd look being married to him and having a family with him...yep, he's that far gone and detached from reality already, imagining and thinking about a happy married life with you. The thought of you being someone else and someone else daring to kiss those lips of yours made him infuriated, it just made his blood boil to no end. You were HIS, at times he felt like just wrapping you in silk like the precious doll that you were for him and locking you in a room so other people won't be able to get to you. He'd never blame you for anything, it's those lousy pests around you that are looking forward to taint your innocence. He doesn't stalk you, he just...follows you around to keep you safe, Hogwarts is still a pretty dangerous place after all and the last thing he needs is for you, his beloved to get hurt 

He doesn't classify himself as someone who has rage issues but when he heard some Ravenclaw dudes talking about you inappropriately his mind went blank with fury and broke a lot of their bones and they had to spend a few months in the Hospital Wing. His reputation would also come into play here, why would someone ever suspect golden boy Oliver Wood, the star of the Gryffindor Quidditch team beating up and hexing people for no reason? It sounded unlikely didn't it? He isn't afraid of getting his hands dirty to ensure your happiness and safety, even if he has to get blood on his hands to make you be with him so be it. You're destined to be with him and he'd eliminate and get rid of anything and everything that would stand against his dream of the two of you being happily married to each other...

[maxdibert]

What do you think Snape's MBTI is?

Well, it’s pretty hard to say what his MBTI type would be, but I’m always torn between INTJ and ISTJ. Over the years, I’ve thought a lot about Severus’s personality, and honestly, he has elements of both types. But let’s break it down because it’s an interesting debate, and I always enjoy analyzing characters as complex as he is.

On one hand, INTJ is known as “the architect” or “the strategist.” These types are visionary thinkers, capable of long-term planning and executing intricate strategies. And if there’s one thing we know about Severus, it’s that he’s the king of strategy. He’s playing a mental chess game on such an advanced level that even Dumbledore and Voldemort get caught in his web. His ability to manipulate both sides, keep his true intentions hidden, and accomplish his ultimate goal (protecting Harry and defeating Voldemort) is almost superhuman. That skill to see the big picture and craft a plan years before its execution is very INTJ.

Moreover, INTJs tend to be very emotionally reserved, which also fits Severus perfectly. It’s not that he doesn’t feel emotions—because wow, does he ever (his undying love for Lily, for example)—but he keeps them locked away. His coldness and sarcasm are more like a protective barrier, which is very typical of INTJs. He prefers to act and prove his loyalty through actions rather than words or displays of affection.

On the other hand, there are also incredibly strong arguments for Severus being an ISTJ. This personality type is known as “the guardian,” someone meticulous, organized, and deeply loyal to their internal moral code. And if anything defines Severus, it’s his sense of duty. When he makes that promise to Dumbledore to protect Harry, it becomes his life’s mission. It doesn’t matter how hard it is or how little he actually likes Harry as a person; Severus keeps his word to the very end.

Another reason to think he’s ISTJ is his obsessive focus on details and his need for order. We see this clearly in his role as a teacher. Everything, from the way he gives instructions to how he reprimands his students, reflects his insistence on perfection and discipline. Severus does not tolerate mistakes because, to him, mistakes mean chaos, and chaos is something an ISTJ despises. His teaching style may be terrifying, but it’s also efficient and rooted in a deep respect for rules and structure.

Speaking of rules, another hallmark of ISTJs is their loyalty not necessarily to individuals but to institutions or codes they consider essential. For Severus, that loyalty is split between two things: his love for Lily and his commitment to Dumbledore’s cause. Everything he does is guided by these two forces, even when it costs him dearly on a personal level. His entire life is an act of atonement, trying to correct the mistake that led to Lily’s death.

Another key point is that ISTJs are highly resistant to change and prefer to follow established plans. This also fits Severus, who rarely improvises and always seems to have a clear plan. Even in extreme situations, like when he faces Harry and the other students during the final battle, his approach is calculated and disciplined. There’s no room for spontaneity.

So, which of these two types fits him better? Honestly, although Severus has flashes of INTJ (especially in his ability to think long-term and his strategic vision), I think he’s much more ISTJ. His sense of duty, loyalty, and focus on detail are too prominent to ignore. While INTJs are often driven by their own ideas and dreams, Severus seems entirely guided by his commitments to others, whether it’s atoning for his guilt or keeping his word.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I'm not good at writing these but can we please see an interaction between Rollo and Trein and maybe Lucius? I really like the idea of Trein being a mentor figure to Rollo since Trein says he will keep an eye on him at the end of Glorious Masquerade. I don't know how the interaction would be structured but I'll leave that up to you if you choose to write this!

Yessss 😭 YOU GET IT, Trein could be a great mentor to Rollo…

For the last hour, Rollo had been nursing a growing migraine. The bumping music, the horde of guests, his inner voice counting off all the work still yet to be done. Each was another icy nail driven into his skull. Two glasses of grape juice were not enough to dull that buzz that clouded his mind.

Rollo had excused himself from making social rounds to fill up on refreshments—but he knew it wouldn't be long before someone came by to drag him back into the fray.

He slumped forward in his seat, catching his forehead with one hand. In his other hand, he clutched onto his third serving of grape juice. His only solace in these trying times.

Rollo exhaled deeply, squeezing his eyes shut. A silent prayer was at his lips.

Lord help me persevere. I am surrounded by idiots, beseeched to engage with them…!! Why must I endure this madness?!

A sudden softness came down on his nose.

“Mrow.”

Startled, Rollo immediately shot up. His grape juice nearly spilled, had a quick paw not catch the rim and keep it upright.

A plump cat had appeared on the table, staring at Rollo through sharp golden eyes. Its coat was a glossy black, the tip of its fluffy tail, chest, and muzzle a fine white. The cat meowed again, releasing its hold on the almost-fallen cup.

“Good day to you, Flamme.”

An older man appeared, scooping up the feline in his arms. His stern, bony face had been carved out with lines like the rings in a tree's core, his hair--streaked in shades of salt and pepper--slicked back from his forehead. He was dressed in a sharp suit and cravat, long maroon robes spilling over them.

“Mozus-sensei.” Rollo automatically straightened. “I was not aware that you were among those in attendance. To what do I owe this pleasure?”

"Quite a large number of students wished to leave campus for an important function. I am serving as the chaperone to them. Were it only one or two boys wishing to leave, I would not be needed to supervise." Trein gave a papery smile. "Ah, but it looks as though you have too many companions to keep them away."

Rollo attempted at a polite laugh behind his handkerchief. “Yes, it seems they feel the need to shower me with their attention.”

“I take it you do not favor these circumstances.”

“… Is it that easy to tell? I thought I was hiding it as best as I could.”

“You are sitting alone in a corner with nothing more than a drink in hand to keep you company,” Trein tactfully pointed out. “I understand. These events have the potential to wear one down. A moment of peace and quiet can be restorative.

"As for myself, I find that sitting down and stroking my dear Lucius helps after a long day. Would you like to give it a try? It just may soothe you as well."

Trein shifted, holding out Lucius to Rollo. The cat stared expectantly at the student, its tail swishing back and forth like a metronome.

Rollo's eyes widened. “What? No, I couldn't possibly...!"

Too late, Lucius had already been placed into his lap. The cat's body was almost liquid, pooling and settling into his new resting spot. Lucius was warm and soft, like the wings of an angel.

Rollo grimaced.

A familiar was on him, some mangy animal that had been mucking around who knows where before making contact.

"He likes to be scratched behind the ears and under the chin," Trein coaxed, demonstrating. "The head and back are safe too."

Rollo reluctantly followed Trein's instructions, his fingers sinking into the depths of Lucius's fur and awkwardly petting. Soon, the cat was purring contentedly.

“Aaah, Lucius. You’re so adorable and good with children," Trein cooed. "I think he likes you, Flamme."

"Does he?" Rollo looked doubtful--not that he had any particular interest in befriending a mage's familiar to begin with. Am I meant to feel flattered by that comment?

"Of course. I don't mind if you wish to stay a little longer and become better acquainted with Lucius." Trein motioned to the empty seat across from Rollo. "May I join you?"

He hesitated, considering. Between returning to the raging party and remaining in respite... Rollo warily glanced between his two options, and his answer immediately became clear.

"... I don't see why not," he said at last, relenting. Rollo had a fistful of Lucius's fur in his hand as he got the words out.

"Excellent. I've been meaning to catch up with you." Trein sank into the chair and folded his hands together. "Now then, how have you been? It's been a while."

The conversation that followed flowed like wine. Easily poured, and just as easily downed. It tasted clean and smooth upon his palate, clearing away the bitterness that had pervaded all day.

The glass of grape juice sat there, forgotten.

[mongeesemeese]

Hogwarts Legacy Weird Headcanons (Pt. 1)

If you guys like learning about the 1890s, which I'm assuming some if not all of you do because of our beloved interactive electronic experience, turn your attention to this very interesting info I found:

Self-defense classes were advertised in the 1890s to women due to recurring attacks on them from criminals (which also happened to be increasing in numbers at the same time. Fantastic.). These classes gained popularity in the 1900s and continued on from there.

One such class instructed women on how to maim, disable or even kill a two-legged brute with an umbrella.

"With the modern umbrella, which is not a slender wooden stick, but a wire rod, as deadly almost as a rapier, the girl who must rely upon her own arm to protect herself from attack in the street is armed with a weapon, the terrible nature of which few realize. But she must learn how to use it skillfully and quickly so as to put a quietus at once upon her opponent’s dream of easy conquest.

The classes at the physical culture establishment referred to are especially organized to make women competent to kill if necessary the man who attacks her while she is armed with an umbrella.

There is, it seems, such a thing as a solar plexus blow with an umbrella that will place the strongest man hors de combat. But the most deadly blow of all is one delivered at the neck of an opponent, driving the sharp steel ferrule straight for the spot an inch or so below the Adam’s apple.

The umbrella should be held in both hands and driven forward with the full weight of the body following it. If the blow lands on the right spot, that is on the neck, past below the apple, it is very likely to make the party attacked a subject for the morgue. The umbrella could be driven right into his neck with the force exerted by even a delicate girl if her weight follows the blow.

The girls who attend this new self-defense class are taught to jab at the eyes of a man who attacks them. All is fair in a case of this kind, for the man who attacks an unprotected woman in the street is deserving of no pity. The girls are also taught to defend themselves against the attacks of two men who come at them simultaneously, stabbing at the face or neck of the nearest and giving the other a back handled blow with the butt. Apart from the usefulness of teaching a girl how to take care of herself if attacked, it may be said that the students derive great benefit from the exercise they go through in the daily drill."

So, if any of your fine OCs are feeling pressed, perhaps have them consider taking up the umbrella.

Pretty neat stuff.

Sources, if you want to read more:

[backjustforberena]

Ok, so this question may not be that specific and all but:

What do you think of Meleys's relationship with Seasmoke? Specifically, them at Driftmark?

Ooooh that's a good question. I'm sticking with show, and, I suppose, I'm guided by three things.

The first, and most important is the very brief interaction that they share in 1x5, where they arrive with the Velaryon ships. The first shots we ever have of our Red Queen.

The second, would be timeline facts - the idea that Seasmoke is, more than likely, a cradle egg, the idea that Seasmoke has known Meleys all his life and then after Laenor's "death", Seasmoke doesn't go to Dragonstone (where his "family" go and his most recent home) or to the Dragon Pit (where he spent the last ten years) but does, instead, remain on Driftmark. That suggests it's a safe place to be and it's allowed by Meleys who could have turned territorial.

And then third is just the general vibes we get from their personality. Going with the idea that a dragon is similar to their rider. Seeing them interact with other dragons in particular. So, for example, seeing Meleys flying alongside Vermax and Arrax.

With Meleys and Laenor, I hesitate to go fully with "mother and son". Dragons don't seem to be attached in that particular way, we have no knowledge of them actually being related in any way and a dragon has no predisposition to be maternal or attached. There's no expectation to be maternal.

I suppose the way I look at it is it's like introducing any new pet to an established pet. So you put a puppy with the dog. That relationship depends entirely on what those dogs bring to it, they're not instantly bonded and they're not driven by the age difference.

So, I don't think I view it as mother and son. I do, however, view it as teacher and student. Wise old master and young padawan. I think Meleys liked Seasmoke and was extremely tolerant of the young upstart, taking cues from her rider. I think Rhaenys would be as close to Seasmoke as anyone, helping to rear Seasmoke. And you have got the mirroring of Rhaenys teaching Laenor to ride and I imagine they'd take frequent rides together, especially when starting out, then that gives you something else to work with as well. A nice idea of a possible dynamic that would blossom.

The clip we have of them in 1x5, it's Meleys taking the lead with the divebomb and Seasmoke following with a sweep of his own so I would say there's a hierarchy there. There's leadership. There's also the idea of Meleys instructing Seasmoke or keeping him in line, with the exchange of noises they have.

The clip of Arrax and Vermax, leaving Dragonstone, you have Meleys taking up the rear, again, being patient with the speeds of younger dragons. She could have zipped off but both she (and you can debate how purposeful it was by Rhaenys and whether you can distinguish her actions and thoughts from her dragons) and Rhaenys stick around, leave with them yet also stay with them until it's time to diverge onto their different paths.

All of this to say is I imagine Meleys is as she is: regal, intelligent, mature. I don't think she's overly affectionate or invested in Seasmoke (she's happy enough with her own company) but she will be happy to see him, fly with him, teach him. She will guide him and welcome him. She would be a dragon that he could look up to and feel protected by.

[luceracastro]

𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐏𝐞𝐭

Part 6

Esteban Kukurickza x reader

Summary: After a few months of starting your literature course you seem to find it harder with time to ignore your professor, little did you know you were driving him crazy as well.

Warnings: a non appropriate relationship between professor and student, nothing dirty yet but patience my loves!

Masterlist

“Mira lo que te hice” you waltzed into the class with a smile as you held a beaded bracelet with your initials, a friendship type of thing “esta re lindo amor” you slid it on his wrist and he thought it was the cutest thing ever, ever since your little sleepover you both progressively got even closer as he had you over to have dinner, watch movies since you both found out about your similar movie and show interest, to just talk and smoke a cigarette, drink some mate even

It was the best moments of your day, you and Esteban were considering each other close friends rather than student and teacher which was very problematic which of course you both were aware of but frankly you both didn’t care anymore, “Que cocinamos hoy?” He asked and you thought about it “sabes que, vi una receta de una pasta que se veía bueno y creo que lo voy a cocinar hoy” you said excitedly

“Bueno eso hacemos” he chuckled looking at you with adoration, you moved to sit in your seat once you heard someone coming down the hall. After class you waited out back behind the school where Esteban began to park his car so you could walk over and he could give you a ride, “ahi esta la mas hermosa del mundo” he said teasingly as you looked over at him rolling your eyes with a smile

“Aye tampoco ni al caso” you chuckled and walked to the passenger side but he reached to open the door for you, he had driven to a secluded grocery store, he pushed the cart while you looked down at your notes app where you copied down the recipe and your eyes scanned the shelves for your ingredients, “ten” you passed him a box of pasta and he placed it in the cart as you both continued strolling down the store.

During checkout you had learned not to even think about paying because somehow Esteban always managed to swipe his carb before you could even get your wallet out, he carried the bags as you walked beside him to the car, you looked down at your shoes as you were still worried about the fact that someone could possibly see you both.

Luna had immediately came to greet you both and you scooped her up into your arms planting a small kiss on her head, “te extraño” Esteban teased before putting the bags down on the counter, you had put the small cat down and took off your jacket and shoes “Te ayudo?” He offered and you nodded

You had gotten to putting oil to heat in a pan while you instructed him to cut onion and tomatoes, though raw chicken was something that made you slightly uneasy you were the one to put it to cook. Luna hopped over the counter curling in a ball observing the cooking

“Y tu sabes cocinar?” He asked “un poco, no lo creo tan difícil si nomas es leer un receta y seguir la“ you shrugged making him smile “pero yo creo que eres el mejor cocinero” you admitted, his cooking was amazing it was something you looked forward to everyday

“Ah si” he chuckled softly pinching your sides making you giggle “si, y ya me acostumbraste entonces vas a tener que cocinar para mi toda la vida” you told him stirring the pot full of cooking pasta “seria un honor” he pressed a kiss to your cheek making you blush and smile uncontrollably

The pasta was ready and the house smelled great or so that’s what Esteban said, you had served the both of you placing the plates on the table beside one another

He served you both wine, it made you giggle since he mentioned wine and pasta are the best together

“Como está, te gusta?” You watched as he chewed on the pasta furrowing his brows and you couldn’t decipher the look on his face “Esto es la mejor pasta que había probado en la vida amor!” You let out a sigh of relief

“Mira” he gave you a fork full of pasta and you took the bite and he was right this pasta was probably the best thing you have ever tasted “Ahora eres tu quien va tener que cocinar para mi todos los días” he chuckled taking another bite

You smiled taking a sip of wine, “y esto?” You grabbed a hold of the polaroid camera on his counter, you’d noticed it a while ago but barley got enough confidence to ask about it or even touch it

“Una camera que me regalo un amigo” he told you “puedo?” You quipped a brow suggesting to take a picture and he nodded

You pointed the camera in his direction with a smile on your lips as he chuckled posing awkwardly yet cutely before you snapped the picture, it popped out still processing and you carefully held it between your thumb and pointer finger shaking it before it fully developed and processed

“Te ves hermoso, mira esa carita” you cooed teasing him before he took a hold of the camera to snap a picture of you too “dejame tomarte photo” you giggled shaking your head “ven” he smiled and you denied stepping back

He stood up and walked closer making you make way around the kitchen counter, it was like a predator stalking his prey and it felt like a game to you, “que vengas” he said raising a brow, you giggled more excited by the minute “No!” You made a run for it but you didn’t even get past the sofa before he grabbed you by the waist attacking you to the sofa, he made way between your legs tickling your sides before snapping the picture

He laughed loudly before putting the camera to the side holding you down on the sofa, as your laughter died down you both grew a realization to the position you both were in, he was resting between your parted legs, on top of you, closer than you both have ever been

It was wrong but felt so right

He had gotten closer to your face, noses only inches apart, eyes connected in a trance almost

“Esteban” you quietly murmured, “Y/n” he was quiet as well like if you both made any sudden movement or noise the moment would end

Esteban knew deep inside he shouldn’t do what he deep down wanted to, he should ignore his feelings and do the right thing, back away and put a stop to this very inappropriate relationship he held with his student, he used to make himself believe it was all innocent but it wasn’t, there was so much more to it,

But even though all those thoughts rushed through his head, he still kissed you

Your lips molded together perfectly, he felt your smaller hand move to hold the back of his neck bringing him even closer, your kiss was slightly rougher and it was so wrong but so right to you both

He had to stop this, it was completely wrong to keep on going, to indulge in this

But your lips made him weak, bewitching him almost

But he stopped, he didn’t move but he separated both your lips, he looked at you eyes flickering to your lips as you both quietly gasped trying to catch your breaths

“No podemos hacer esto,” he breathed out and you held him closer “Si, si podemos,” you pulled him closer once again and he melted into the kiss

If you were so sure of it, then surely there was nothing wrong with it.

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[hey-hamlet]

I love the idea of afo still teaching as a vestige. That he, just like koro-sensei, got very soft on his students, and now he gives Izuku pointers to tell them once in a while.

No one but 1-c would know, so Izuku doesnt say that its from sensei around others, but he tells Ochako to shift her legs a little while in a fighting stance with that familiar smile, and then she has to keep down the budding tears and or smile as she follows his instructions <33

1C trauma bonded, they'd recognize their Sensei in any form.

"Up! Down! Parry! Stab!" Izuku's voice rang loud and clear from the front of the field. Ochako couldn't help but grin as she echoed the instructions. Her arm trembled a little; hours of drills carried out at full strength exhausting her. Even after Shigaraki-Sensei's death, 1C still met up at their old field three times a week. They'd never expected Izuku to be an even tougher teacher than Yamada or Shigaraki-Sensei, but even 3 months on he still pushed them further than they thought they were capable of going.

"Up! Down! Parry! Stab!" Izuku hopped down from the crate, stalking down the rows of students carefully. His eyes flicked between them at inhuman speed - judging by the soft glow, he was likely using Shigaraki-sensei's grand prize. 200 years of collected quirks would have driven anyone else insane, but Izuku had been like a kid in a candy store. She wondered if he'd have still given his quirk away if someone other than Izuku had managed to send him off.

Probably not - unless they'd really annoyed him. He'd always been kind of petty.

"Uraraka-chan. Your weight is too forward, rest back a little on your heels - just like that. Good girl!" She obeyed unthinkingly, a familiar address and cadence from the wrong voice. Izuku's smile was sharp in a way it never was.

Izuku never called her Uraraka.

The moment passed as Izuku turned away from her, languid movements tightening back up into the anxious, bouncy way he normally moved outside of a fight. She relaxed her hold on the knife, sliding back into the familiar drill.

Something in her chest loosened. A nausea, a quiet guilt that had made its way into her stomach the night she'd helped Izuku kill their teacher.

"Up! Down! Parry! Stab!"

She wondered if he could feel her blood lust from wherever in the quirk of his he was hiding. She smiled. She hoped he could. She hadn't killed him because she'd wanted to, and she hoped he knew she'd do it again.

It's what he would have wanted, anyway.

[rdiasrohini]

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[ashisgreedy]

Garreth Weasley x You

"Bloody Hell!"

Fluff | Nonconsensual Kissing | Potion gone wrong | Turned Fluff | Confessions | Fist (real) Kiss |Aged up 18+ | SFW

WC: 3800

Sum: A magical mishap in class led to an impulsive kiss with Garreth, causing confusion and embarrassment. Garreth later apologizes and reveals his true feelings.

WW Theme: First times

"Here is the Fwooper feather you wanted." You graciously handed the prized purple plume to Garreth Weasley.

"Brilliant! Thank you!" He exclaimed with enthusiasm. "This is going to take a moment to brew... I'll tell you when this concoction is finished!" He said, accompanied by a warm smile as you made your way back to your potions station.

You meticulously arranged the ingredients, as requested by Sharp, for crafting an endurus potion around your workspace.

Garreth watched you for a long moment, then looked down at the feather on his desk. He rubbed his hands together in excitement and dropped the feather into the cauldron.

"By the way," You approached him from behind, realizing he hadn't explained the type of potion he was preparing with the peculiar ingredient. "Why did you need that ingredient?" Your gaze shifted toward the bubbling brew.

He responded with a smirk and paused dramatically before he answered. "I'm making a-"

A sudden, thunderous explosion interrupted his explanation.

Garreth moved just in time, having grown used to such mishaps. You were not as fortunate. A haze of pink and purple hues enveloped the air, making you cough.

"Garreth!" Amit yelled in annoyance.

"Sorry! Sorry, that wasn't supposed to-" Garreth began but was cut short.

In an inexplicable moment, your brain disconnected. Your comprehension lagged behind as your lips pressed fervently against Garreth's mouth. It was like you were a captive within your own body, driven by an impulsive force, as you grasped his collar and forced him into an impassioned kiss.

Caught off guard, the redhead emitted a muffled "Hmm?!" Unable to speak as your lips melded with his.

Driven by an insatiable desire your hands moved to the back of his head intensifying the kiss. You couldn't get enough. There would never be enough. An incessant hunger for more consumed your senses. You needed more. NOW.

You moved to press his body against the wall. He tried to get you off him without causing you harm, gently pushing your torso, but the effort was fruitless. The other students looked on in shock while Professor Sharp, despite his limp, rushed over.

"What is going on?!" He asked urgently.

You couldn't- you can't stop. Your actions defied reason, and your lips remained locked with his.

Garreth stops his hopeless effort to get you off him. He pointed to a particular item on his desk. Amit and Sharp followed his gaze, their focus settling on the dried flower. Leander snatched it and walked toward them.

"Do I need to do anything with it, or?" Leander's voice betrayed a sense of panic as he clutched the flower in his hand.

Garreth tries to shake his head but you pull him to the ground, pinning him with your body. You maintained your fervent kiss as if it were your sole purpose.

Gasps resonated through the room as you and Garreth battled to the floor, accidentally knocking ingredients from the shelf.

"Mr. Weasley, what is the meaning of this?" Sharp's patience wore thin as he scrutinized the flower in Leander's grasp. "Mr. Prewett, crush the flower and hand it to him," He directed.

You ground your hips against him shamelessly. Garreth extends a hand, his whimper stifled by the ongoing fervor of the kiss.

Leander followed the professor's instruction, crushing the flower and dropping it in Garreth's outstretched palm.

Garreth forced the dried petals between the kiss. His finger broke through the seal of your lips and pushed the pedals onto your tongue. Though it required effort, the petals were finally in.

At last, you let go of your hold on him, sudden clarity snapping you back into control of your body again. You made a face as the tang of the crushed petals enveloped your tongue. "Bleh," You grimaced, wiping your mouth with the back of your sleeve. 

You look down in shock at his red face, swollen lips, and disheveled hair. His tie hung loose and his robe had come unclasped. You were straddling him, knees pressing painfully into the floor.

You covered your mouth with your hand, staggering backward and knocking into Leander in the process.

"I am SO sorry!" You manage to say, taking mortified steps away from Garreth who was gradually regaining his composure on the floor. "I don't know what came over me…"

Sharp glared at Garreth who rose on unsteady legs. "I do." Professor Sharp said, crossing his arms over his chest. The look on the professor's face was a mix of disgust and annoyance. 

"Sir, I-" Garreth began.

"Detention, Mr. Weasley," Sharp interjected firmly. "And as for you," He regarded your very red face as you looked on in horror.

It was like something primal overcame you, an inexplicable compulsion that took over your brain. You just met him!? Why him? Was it because he was the closest person to you when the potion fumes entered your lungs?

Now that your head was clear, it felt impossible that something could take such intense control over you. You were happy that some kind of antidote was administered, concern filling your mind as to where this could have led if it hadn’t been.

You took a few more steps back, breaking away from the crowd that had gathered around the scene you caused. "May I be excused?!" You blurted out.

"Yes," He sighs like he doesn't get paid enough for this. "To the hospital wing!" Sharp instructed as you darted from the class.

Silence stretched as Garreth fixed his hair and tighten his tie.

"Bloody hell, she's strong!"

…

You made it to the hospital wing, breathless. The walk, or rather jog, that you had on your way didn't help clear your mind.

You were met with the sterile scent of the hospital wing. There were a few cupboards filled with vials of potions and jars of healing herbs neatly organized. Several beds were occupied and their privacy curtains were drawn.

Madam Clarke, the nurse in charge, looked up from her desk as you entered. "May I help you, dear?" Her kind gaze fell upon your flustered expression.

You gave her a nervous smile, unsure of how to articulate what just happened. "I... I was directed here by Professor Sharp. It's... about an incident in the potions class."

"An incident, you say?" Nurse Clarke's eyebrows rose. 

Nodding, you took a deep breath, hoping your words wouldn't sound as muddled as your thoughts. "Yes, there was a potion mishap, and I... I reacted in a way that I can't explain. It was like something took over me, and I kissed another student without any control."

Nurse Clarke's expression shifted from surprise to understanding. "Ah, I see. Potion-induced anomalies can happen and have unforeseen effects on people."

You nodded slowly, relieved that your concern wasn’t being dismissed. "Is there a way to... make sure the effects are over or understand why it happened? I was given some sort of crushed flower and..." You cursed under your breath, realizing you didn't have the name of the ingredient to help. Your stomach dropped not wanting to go back to that classroom anytime soon to inquire about it. 

Nurse Clarke rose from her seat and gestured for you to follow her. She led you to the far side of the room, providing a more private space to speak. "In some cases, an antidote can be formulated to counteract the specific potion's effects. However, understanding the precise cause of your reaction may require a more thorough examination.” The nurse looked her over. “You don’t seem to be under any effects at this moment."

"I would really appreciate any insight you can provide." You said, letting out a sigh of relief seeing that she was willing to help you. 

Nurse Clarke regarded you kindly. "First, I would need to gather some more information. Can you recall the details of the potion that was being brewed in the class?"

With a furrowed brow, you recounted the fwooper feather and the color of the cauldron the moments after Garreth added the last ingredient. Nurse Clarke listened attentively, nodding occasionally.

"It sounds like a combination of factors contributed to this unexpected reaction," she mused. "The nature of the ingredients, their proportions, emotions, and even the intentions of the position maker can have an effect on a brew. Some ingredients have an affinity for affecting emotions or altering behavior when their properties are heightened by specific circumstances or intentions."

Her words resonated with your experience, providing a glimmer of understanding. "So, you're saying that the potion's composition and the emotions triggered this?"

Nurse Clarke smiled gently. "Yes, it's quite plausible. Magical ingredients can be unpredictable, especially when combined in new ways. It might not just be the potion's fault. Your emotional state at the time could have played a part."

Feeling a mix of relief and embarrassment, you realized that the answer lay between the magical properties and your own emotional state. "Thank you, Nurse Clarke. I appreciate your help."

She patted your hand reassuringly. "Potions can be as unpredictable as they are fascinating. Always know you can come to me or even Professor Sharp if there are any lingering effects."

As you made your way back to your dormitory, you couldn't help but wonder what the next class would be like, seeing him again after what you did. You blushed, remembering the incident, and hid your face in the hood of your cloak.

…

In the days that followed your visit to the hospital wing, the magical mishap in the potions class seemed to hang between you and Garreth. Both of you went about your tasks, but there was an underlying tension whenever your paths crossed.

One evening, you found yourself sitting on a dock over the black lake. Lost in thought, you didn't notice Garreth's approach until he cleared his throat.

"May I join you?" he asked, sounding a bit apprehensive.

Surprised, you nodded, patting the spot next to you. "Hey, of course." You gave him a soft smile. There was that tension again, but it felt eased outside of the confines of the classroom.

He settled beside you, a huge grin on his face. His eyes were momentarily fixated on the water's surface before he turned to you. "I... wanted to talk about what happened in the potions class. You know, get it all out in the open for once."

Your heart quickened at his words, uncertainty mingling with curiosity. "Sure…" This was the exact topic you two had been dancing around for the last week.

He let out a sigh, his fingers absently tracing patterns on his robe. "I need to start by saying that what happened wasn't something I intended or even anticipated. It took me completely by surprise, and I'm truly sorry for making you uncomfortable or for any confusion it might have caused."

You appreciated his honesty and how he address the topic head-on. It was admirable. "I understand," you replied, your tone light. “And, thank you.”

There was a long moment where neither of you spoke. The wind blew causing ripples to spread out over the surface of the lake.

Garreth met your gaze, his eyes sincere. "I need you to know that the potion's effect aside, I've... found myself drawn to you since we first met." He let out a nervous laugh and continued. "Your dedication to your studies, your kindness towards others, the way you approach challenges while keeping a sense of humor in all things – it captivates me."

Your heart fluttered at his admission, his vulnerability touching a chord within you. "Oh, wow." You looked away, watching the waters. "That... Thank you, Garreth." There was a small smile on your face, feet swaying just above the surface of the water.

He offered a faint smile. "I don't want you to think that the potion was the sole reason for my feelings. It might have brought things to the forefront, but it's made me realize that there's something between us that maybe goes beyond magically induced affection." He let out a light chuckle.

The sincerity in his words resonated with you, easing the residual unease from the incident. "It's a lot to take in," you admitted, your eyes returning to the tranquil lake. "I apologize for not being more... enthusiastic. I feel like if it were any other situation..." You trailed off, a deep sigh escaping you.

Maybe you would have had a chance to think of him in that way if the incident hadn't happened. Instead of remembering how you took advantage of him in front of everyone, the memory replaying over and over again. 

The incident had given you a world of anxiety. The way people treated you was significantly different than it was before the potions class. It wasn't necessarily harassment, but there was a lot of unwelcome attention coming your way as of late.

Garreth nodded, his gaze contemplative. "I understand. And I don't expect an immediate answer. I just wanted you to know where I stand, and that I'm here to talk whenever you're ready, even if it's just as friends."

The sun's glow dimmed and stars began to twinkle in the sky. Garreth's presence felt reassuring, his approach gentle and his feelings sincere.

"Thank you, Garreth," you said, turning to meet his gaze. "I need some time to process everything, but I appreciate your openness." You wished you could just fall into his arms and everything could be easy, but that's not how it felt in your mind.

The anxiety this last week had stimmed from him, after all, depsite it being an accident. Your mind could hardly register the lectures in class or a paragraph of text infront of you when comments about your character or intentions were whispered around you so freely. It was impossible to make it through a class without someone's stares or a sneer in your direction.

He nodded understandingly, the genuine smile returning to his lips. "Please, take all the time you need," His smile went all the way up to his eyes. There was a deeper understanding there. Something that told you he had seen, if only a glimmer, of how hard it had been for you since that fateful day.

With those words, the two of you sat in comfortable silence, the gentle lapping of the lake's waters providing a soothing backdrop to your thoughts. It was nice, just sitting there with him alone for once. You glanced around but no one was looking, no one was staring at the two of you sitting so close together. Your chest still squeezed imagining being caught, as if it were taboo speaking with Garreth Weasley after what you'd done. 

...

A week and a half passed, during which the memory of your conversation with Garreth lingered in your thoughts. You found yourself observing him in a new light, noticing the small gestures and thoughtful actions that had perhaps gone unnoticed before. It was as if a different kind of connection was gradually taking root, one that had nothing to do with the incident.

One afternoon, as you were engrossed in a particularly challenging potion formula after class, Garreth’s sudden appearance knocked you out of your concentration. You looked up to find him standing there, a soft smile gracing his features.

"Hey," He greeted, his voice warm and inviting. He placed his hands on his hips in a relaxed stance.

"Hey, there," You replied, setting aside your parchment and quill. "Is everything alright?"

He stepped closer to your desk, his gaze running over your scribble-filled parchment. "Absolutely. I just wanted to see how you were doing since we have that test coming up soon."

A warmth spread through your chest at his concern. "I'm doing well, thanks. Still working on this potion recipe, though. It's a bit of a doozy." You finally cracked a smile.

Garreth chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Potions can be quite the puzzle, can't they?"

You laughed, nodding in agreement. "That's one way to put it."

"If you ever need any tutoring, I'd be happy to help!" He sent you a winning smile. 

You nodded, a grin curving your lips. "I'll keep that in mind."

He stepped closer, his demeanor gentle. "I also wanted to talk about what we discussed by the lake."

Your heart skipped a beat, but you met his gaze steadily. "Okay, sure." You turned your body, giving him your full attention.

"I understand if you need more time to think about it," He began, sincerity in his voice. "But I wanted to let you know that I've been doing some thinking too."

Curiosity got the better of you. "And what have you been thinking?" You eyed him with amusement.

Garreth's smile widened. "I've come to the conclusion that life is too short to wait around." He nodded resolutely.

Your eyebrows quirked up, intrigued by his words. "Wait around for what?"

With a lighthearted shrug, he took a step closer. "For the right moment, the perfect timing. Sometimes, we just have to take a leap."

Your heart raced as his words sank in. 

"And so," he continued, his tone softening, "I was wondering if you'd do me the honor of going on a date with me."

The anticipation that had been building within you burst into a flurry of excitement. Your lips curved into a smile that matched his mischievous twinkle. "Are you asking me out, Garreth?"

He nodded, his gaze unwavering. "I most certainly am."

A surge of happiness washed over you, and you realized that your answer had been clear from the moment he had confessed his feelings. It just took time for you to recover, mentally, emotionally, and socially from the entire event. But now, you were ready, or as ready as you'll ever be. "Garreth, I'd love to go on a date with you."

His entire demeanor changed, almost as if he were glowing. His grin grew wider, his eyes sparkling with delight. "Brilliant! I promise it'll be an evening of delightful surprises."

You chuckled, enjoying his playful enthusiasm. "Should I be prepared for anything?"

"Only the most delightful things, I assure you," He replied with a wink. "I will meet you in the courtyard tomorrow evening. How does that sound?"

"Sounds good, I will see you tomorrow evening then." You agreed, heart fluttering as your gazes locked. 

Once he left you to your studies, you allowed yourself a small victory wiggle in your chair. It had taken you too long to finally agree to this date with Garreth. The fact that he took initiative, not once but twice, made your heart sing. You picked up your quill once more, twirling it in your fingers as a smile etched itself onto your face.

…

You met Garreth in the courtyard the next night as promised. Garreth’s eyes went wide as he saw you. He raked a hand in his hair and blew out a lung full of air. “You look.. Incredible.”

“Thank you,” You smiled, playfully mimicking a curtsy.

The destination was Honeydukes. Garreth talked excitedly about his plans for the evening which started off by grabbing a handful of sweets. “And then we can find a nice secluded spot to enjoy them, and enjoy each other's company.” He babbled on excitedly. 

Garreth took you all around the shop, showing off the newest candies and interesting interactive displays. It felt nice to interact with him outside the context of a classroom and just see him for who he was. By the end of it, he had a whole bag full of candy to try. He paid and you both burst out the doors back into the town square. 

He dug around in the bag with the assortment of candy and pulled out a piece. "I dare you to try the Fizzing Whizzbees," he whispered, his voice brimming with excitement.

With a playful smile, you popped the candy into your mouth. It was a tiny chocolate bee that slowly melted into a fruity sherbet flavor. Your feet gently floated off the ground and Garreth held onto your sleeve with a smirk. You giggle at the magical reaction and the sensation of floating. “That actually tastes quite good!” You said as your feet sat back firmly to the ground.

“I knew you’d love it!” He smiled, nudging your shoulder with his. 

With the candy stash in hand, Garreth led the way to a secluded spot near the Black Lake. You quickly realized it was the very spot he’d first confessed to you. He sat down on the edge of the dock and indicated for you to sit next to him, just like the first time you both were here.

You both shared pieces of candy and dared each other to taste the weird combinations first. Garreth always took the dare all the way and plopped the whole candy into his mouth. He ended up eating all of them, even the ones that caused him to make a face. 

You hadn’t realized how close you two had gotten until his knee was bumping into yours. His sweaty hand brushed against your fingers and you realized he was silently inviting you to hold his hand. With a gush of butterflies, you nudged back and his hand quickly engulfed yours. Your fingers intertwined with his and neither of you could wipe the smile off your face. 

“Why did you choose this spot?” You finally asked. 

He squeezed your hand. “Ah, I’m not saying my pride was hurt or anything but, I was thinking of it as a ‘redo’ so to speak.” 

“A redo?” You looked over at him. “A redo of what?” 

Garreth laughed. “A redo of when you rejected me,” He pretended to grab at his chest like it was in pain. “I’m teasing, I just wanted to wipe the slate clean, and this felt like the best way to do that. Make new memories over the old ones.” 

You looked him over with a soft smile. “I didn’t mean it as a rejection… more of a, 'try again later’.”

“And that I did.” He scooted even closer to you. 

“Yes you did, and I am glad you did. I’m having a wonderful time with you.” You said. “I like the idea of making new memories over the old ones.” You added quietly, remembering the incident and wishing that slate could be wiped clean too for that too. 

There was a long stretch of silence before Garreth spoke again. “You know…” He began softly, turning to look at you. “There’s something else I’d like a redo of.”

Your eyes shot to his mouth then back up to his green eyes. “Garreth…” You breathed. 

He leaned in, his finger and thumb tilting your chin up ever so slightly. “May I?” 

You just nodded and eyed his lips again. With a gentle tilt of his head, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a sweet and tentative kiss. Time seemed to stand still as you shared your first real, heart-fluttering kiss. It was soft and slow, unlike when your mind was taken over by the potion before. You shook that thought away and allowed the sensation of Garreth’s lingering lips to erase the past and forge the way for a new future. 

Soon, your hands were in his hair and his were circling your waist. The kiss deepened as you two pulled one another closer. His tongue dipped into your mouth, sugary flavors from the candy mingling. The kiss turned into something more as the two of you held one another in the moonlight. It was actually special, magical, and wanted by both parties equally. 

It was the perfect end to a perfect date. Before Garreth had you back at your dorm before curfew, he’d already asked you out on a second date. Everything was going so splendidly despite the rough start of your first meeting. As you got ready for bed, you couldn’t help but spill all the details of your time with Garreth to your friends in your dorm.