#I never failed a math class in my life

[xyztrio721]

Does anyone else hate Pearson, or has the site convinced me I’m a dumbass.

[ducktollers]

i am once again realizing just how useless my degree is. not only are there basically no jobs where JUST a bachelors in biology is enough education i also didnt get good enough grades while doing my degree to get into any programs for the further eduction id need for jobs. isnt that wonderful

[genuflectx]

Maaan I love the optimistic advice "keep practicing and you'll get better at art" as much as the next artist, but it always rubs me the wrong way when that evolves into "just keep practicing and you WILL 100% succeed and CAN get into the industry."

It changes from good general advice to implying you're just doing something wrong if still haven't "made it" yet. Not in the industry? Well, you just haven't worked hard enough, obviously, as if there aren't plenty of other factors that play into "succeeding” in a highly competitive industry like art.

Don’t let advice that’s supposed to be encouraging turn into something discouraging 😭

[seilon]

love when this is referred to as the gifted kid website. shockingly my mental disorders made me mentally disordered and school never really vibed with that so. couldn’t be me

[i2sunric]

𝐁𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐌 (s.jy)

PAIRING: nerdy!jake x reader (f)

SUMMARY: well, it’s not your fault that your boyfriend is perfect, good at school, kind enough tutor you in math and so skilled in bed chem.

WARNINGS: smut. freshman college (they’re 19), jake lives with his parents, grinding, dirty talking, pet names (baby, jakey), manhandling, overstimulation, protected sex (wrap your willies guys), missionary, doggy, lmk if more. NOT PROOFREAD.

PUBLISHED: 18th April 2025.

WC: 2.7k

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Jake’s room smelled of books, fresh laundry, and that faint scent of cologne he always wore— clean, crisp. It smelled like home. 

His desk was cluttered but organized in a way that made sense only to him: thick textbooks stacked neatly, a cup overflowing with pens and mechanical pencils, and his laptop open to what looked like an impossibly complicated physics simulation. 

You, on the other hand, were sprawled across his bed, your maths textbook abandoned beside you as you dramatically flopped onto your stomach.  

"Jake," you groaned, voice muffled against his pillow. "I’m going to fail this test, you have to accept that."  

You thought that after high school, all you problems would be resolves. What you didn’t expect, though, was to be forced to take an extra curricular trigonometry lecture that made you want to smash your head against the wall.

Jake, who was sitting at his desk, barely looked up. "You’re not going to fail," he said. "You just need to focus."  

"I have been focusing," you argued, rolling onto your back and stretching out like a starfish. "For, like, fifteen minutes."  

"Exactly," he deadpanned, finally turning to look at you. "That’s not nearly enough."  

You pouted. "But I hate math, it’s stupid and unnecessary. When am I ever going to need to find the limit of a function in real life?"  

Jake sighed, closing his book with a quiet thump. "Math is everywhere," he said, pushing his glasses up his nose, a habit of his that you found way too attractive. "It’s in physics, engineering, technology, everything that makes the world work."  

You rolled your eyes, sitting up. "Okay, Professor Sim, but I don’t want to make the world work.” You scoffed, “i just want to pass this stupid class and never think about numbers again."  

Jake gave you a pointed look. "And I want to make sure my girlfriend doesn’t flunk out of college."  

You grinned, crawling off the bed and walking over to him. "Speaking of your genius brain," you murmured, sliding into his lap without hesitation, straddling his thighs as his chair rolled back slightly from the sudden weight. "How’s your project going?"  

Jake tensed for half a second before exhaling, hands automatically settling on your waist to steady you. 

"It’s going well," he said, though his voice was already shifting, lower, rougher. "But I’ll never finish it if you keep distracting me."  

You tilted your head, feigning innocence. "I’m just curious," you purred, looping your arms around his neck. "Tell me what you’re working on, baby."  

Jake sighed, but you could see the way his lips twitched, like he knew exactly what you were doing and was helpless against it anyway.  

"Fine," he said, adjusting his glasses again. "I’m designing a new type of microprocessor, something that can process data faster and more efficiently than the ones currently in use..."  Blah blah blah. 

You weren’t really listening, if you were being honest. 

You liked hearing him talk, loved the way his voice got all passionate when he explained something he cared about, but the actual words? They went right over your head.  

Instead, you focused on the way his hands, so warm and steady, were resting on your waist. Absentminded, like he wasn’t really paying attention, he traced slow circles against the fabric of your sweater, fingertips dipping just beneath the hem to brush against your bare skin.  

You bit your lip, shifting slightly on his lap. "Mmm, keep going."  

Jake didn’t seem to register what you were doing at first. "Right, so,  the idea is that instead of using classical bits, ones and zeroes, you use qubits—"  Again more smart words. 

You rocked against him, slow, almost imperceptible, but enough. Jake inhaled sharply, fingers digging into your skin.  

You smirked. "Go on," you teased.  

His jaw clenched. "You’re evil."  

You hummed, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his jaw. "No, I just really like hearing you talk, baby."  

His hands flexed on your waist, like he was debating something. Then, as if giving in, he exhaled a low chuckle. "You’re such a fucking brat," he muttered, and the way his voice dropped made heat pool between your thighs.s

He moved one hand up, running it along your spine, pushing your sweater up just enough to expose more of your skin to the cool air. The other hand slid lower, gripping your thigh as you ground against him again.  

"You’re not even listening, are you?" he murmured, his lips grazing your ear now.  "Not really," you admitted, breathless.  

His grip tightened, guiding your movements now, encouraging you to move against him with more purpose. "You just like teasing me, huh?"  

"Mmh," you hummed, pressing another kiss to the corner of his lips, then his jaw, then his throat. "I like how worked up you get."  

Jake let out a soft curse under his breath, his hips shifting up just slightly to meet yours. "You’re lucky I love you," he muttered, voice strained.  

You grinned. "I know."  

Then, finally, he broke. His lips crashed against yours, his hands gripping you tighter as he deepened the kiss, swallowing the little sounds you made as you melted into him. 

His glasses pressed against your cheek, cool against your flushed skin, but neither of you cared.  

"You drive me crazy," he murmured against your lips, his breath warm, his hands wandering. "Always so fucking needy."  

You whimpered, rolling your hips again, and he groaned "Jakey," you breathed.  

He exhaled shakily, then kissed you again, hungrier this time, like he couldn’t get enough. "You should be studying," he muttered between kisses, even as he ran his hands up your thighs, pushing your sweater higher.  

You smirked. "Make me."  

And, oh, he did.

Jake groaned against your lips, his grip on your waist firm as he lifted you from his lap, standing up with you in his arms. 

Your legs wrapped around his hips instinctively, and you buried your face in his neck, feeling his pulse race under your lips.  Your core pulsated with need, and he could feel it even through your shorts. 

"You’re gonna be the death of me," he muttered, his voice thick with frustration and desire as he carried you across the room.  

Jake pushed your math book on the floor, and he laid you down, his body pressing against yours as he kissed you again,, like he’d been holding back for too long. 

His hands roamed, slipping under your sweater, pushing it up over your ribs. You arched your back, helping him, and he pulled it off in one smooth motion, tossing it aside.  

"Fuck," he breathed, eyes raking over you. His glasses had slid down his nose, and he pushed them up absentmindedly before leaning down to kiss you again.  

His hands moved with practiced precision, knowing exactly where to touch, where to squeeze, how to make you shiver beneath him. 

His fingers brushed over your thighs, pushing up the fabric of your shorts before he hooked his thumbs in the waistband and dragged them down along with your panties,leaving you bare beneath him.  

"You really don’t like making things easy for me, do you?" he murmured, fingers tracing up your inner thigh. 

You smirked, breathless. "Where’s the fun in that?"  

Jake huffed a quiet laugh, but it was strained, like he was barely holding himself together. 

He sat back for a second, pulling off his sweater in one swift motion, revealing the toned muscle beneath. 

His skin was warm under your fingers as you reached up, running your hands over his stomach, his chest, feeling him tense beneath your touch.  

"Condom," he muttered, reaching into the drawer of his nightstand.  You groaned, letting your head fall back against the pillow. "You always do this."  

"Yeah," he said, tearing the foil packet open with his teeth, "because I’m not stupid."  

You pouted. "I’m on the pill."  

"And I like knowing you’re safe." He leaned down, brushing his lips against yours, his glasses sliding down again. "Quit pouting."  

You sighed dramatically but let him roll the condom on, watching as his long fingers worked quickly.  

Then he was over you again, lips on your neck, his weight pressing you into the mattress as he lined himself up.  "You have to be quiet," he murmured, his voice rough as he kissed along your jaw.  

"Or what?" you teased, just to test him.  

Jake exhaled sharply, then pushed into you in one slow, deep stroke. Your breath hitched, your fingers gripping his shoulders as your back arched off the bed.  

"Or I’ll make you," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear.  

Your eyes fluttered shut as he started moving, slow at first, like he was savoring every inch of you, but then he set a pace that had you struggling to keep quiet. 

He knew what he was doing, exactly how to angle his hips to make your breath stutter, exactly how to roll his hips so you were gripping at his arms, trying so hard not to moan too loudly.  

His glasses fogged up from how close he was, the heat between you making them useless, but he didn’t stop to take them off. 

You did it for him, reaching up with trembling fingers and sliding them off his face, setting them aside on the nightstand.  

He thanked you with a warm smile. 

His eyes, dark and heavy-lidded with desire, met yours as he thrust deeper, harder, stealing the air from your lungs. His hand came up, covering your mouth as you let out a soft whimper, muffling the sound.  

"Shh," he murmured, his voice like gravel against your skin. "Don’t want my mother hearing how good I’m fucking you, do you?"  

You shook your head, but your body betrayed you, your nails digging into his back as he snapped his hips into you again. It was all too much.  

You clenched around him, your thighs trembling as pleasure coiled tight in your stomach. Jake cursed under his breath, feeling you squeeze around him, and his grip on your hip tightened as he sped up, chasing your release.  

"Come for me," he muttered, his lips brushing against your ear. "I wanna feel you."  

That was all it took. 

Your body tensed, pleasure hitting you like a tidal wave as you bit down on his hand to keep from crying out. Your vision blurred, your fingers digging in his skin as you came undone beneath him.  

Jake groaned, his movements faltering for half a second before he found his rhythm again, his thrusts rougher now, more desperate. 

He grabbed your leg, hooking it over his hip, pushing deeper, hitting that spot that had you gasping against his palm.  

He hadn’t slowed down. His rhythm was deep, fast, relentless. the bed creaking under both of your weight, the headboard softly hitting the wall in time with his thrusts.

You were still whimpering from your second orgasm, your thighs trembling around his waist, your nails digging red crescents into his shoulder blades. Your breath hitched, another moan slipping past your lips before you could stop it. “Jakey! oh—” 

His hand came up instantly, covering your mouth again, palm warm and firm.

“Quiet,” he hissed against your cheek. “You’re gonna get us caught.”

Your body arched off the bed beneath him, mouth smothered by his hand, eyes rolling back from the sheer pressure, the stretch, the heat. Your muffled cries only made him thrust harder.

“You like this, huh?” he breathed, watching your every twitch, every gasp, every time you tried to cry out under his hand. “You like when I fuck you like this.”

You nodded desperately, the pleasure building again even though your body felt like it couldn’t take more. Your skin burned, your thighs ached, but none of it mattered. Jake was everything— all you could feel, all you could hear, all you could take.

You released against him, hard, back arching as your whole body seized up and shuddered. Your vision blurred. You felt tears sting your lashes, your voice cracking beneath his hand as your second orgasm ripped through you.

He grunted, letting his hand slide away from your mouth only when your cries became soft gasps His lips found yours in a hungry, breathless kiss, tongue sliding into your mouth like he couldn’t stand even a second of distance.

“Shit,” he panted, pulling back just a little to brush his hair from his eyes. He kissed your jaw, your throat, sucking a mark just below your ear before whispering, “Turn over for me.”

You blinked up at him, dazed. “Jake, I can’t—” 

“You can,” he said firmly, kissing you again. “Just one more, baby, you’re doing so good.”

And because it was him uou obeyed.

You turned, limbs shaky, chest pressed to the mattress, ass in the air as you grabbed onto the pillow and buried your face into it. Jake groaned softly behind you.

“Fuck, you look so good like this,” he muttered, dragging his fingers over your lower back, down to your ass, squeezing firmly. “Messy and fucked out… all for me.”

You felt him line himself up again, the blunt head of his cock sliding through your slick folds before pushing into you in one hard thrust that had you biting into the pillow to stifle a scream.

“Oh my God… Jake.”

“Shhh,” he hushed you, hand curling around your hip to pull you back into him, setting a brutal pace that left your legs shaking, your voice broken into helpless sobs. “You have to be quiet.”

“I can’t,” you cried into the pillow, half-laughing, half-sobbing from how good it felt, how completely he wrecked you. “Jake— it’s too much—”

“You’re taking it so well,” he said, voice strained, one hand gripping your waist while the other slid up your spine, pushing between your shoulder blades to press you further into the mattress. “So fucking good for me.”

His thrusts grew rougher, deeper, dragging cries from you no matter how hard you tried to bite them back. You fisted the sheets, knuckles white, body trembling as he angled his hips just right, hitting that spot over and over again until your legs gave out.

Jake leaned down, chest against your back, his breath hot against your ear as he murmured, “You pretend to be all innocent, all shy in front of everyone… but in here? With me? You just want to be ruined.”

You moaned, louder than you meant to, and he growled, his hand flying to your mouth again, fingers pressing your cheek into the pillow.

“You don’t listen,” he hissed, thrusting harder, until the sound of skin against skin echoed through the room. “You want my mother to hear how desperate you are for my cock?”

You shook your head wildly, sobbing beneath his hand as he slammed into you again, and again, and again, until your entire body clenched and your mind blanked. One last orgasm crashed over you, white-hot and dizzying, tearing a scream from your throat that was completely muffled by his palm.

Jake groaned into your neck, biting your shoulder as he came hard, his body collapsing against yours, twitching with aftershocks as he held you tightly, his breath loud and shaky in your ear.

You both stayed like that for a moment, tangled, gasping, hearts pounding like they wanted to leap out of your chests.

Jake pulled out gently, sighing contentedly as he rolled to the side and took the condom off, tying it quickly and tossing it into the bin beside the bed.

He turned to you immediately, pulling you into his chest, wrapping his arms around your exhausted body. Your skin was damp with sweat, your legs trembling, your eyes heavy with sleep and satisfaction.

For a long moment, the only sound in the room was heavy breathing, your bodies tangled together, sweat-slicked and trembling.  

Jake finally lifted his head, his dark hair sticking to his forehead, his cheeks flushed. He looked wrecked, but somehow, still devastatingly handsome.  

"You okay?" he murmured, pushing your hair out of your face.  

You nodded, still catching your breath. "Mh.. It was so good.”

Jake huffed a quiet laugh, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "You are a menace."  

You smirked. "You love it."  

"You’re exhausting," he muttered, but his arm was already tightening around you, pulling you close.  

You grinned, snuggling into his chest. "You love that too."  

Jake sighed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Yeah," he admitted softly. "I really do."

[sp1d3rzz]

Pervert!Midoriya

final / pt.3

pt.1 pt.2

WARNING !! : Virginity loss, mean!reader, blowjobs, PiV unprotected, slight dick desc, cum swallowing, cowgirl position, swearing. Lemme know if I missed anything!

Summary : When your grades drop extremely low and leave you with a bad reputation, you decide it's up to that stupid dork Izuku to tutor you. Oh, a maybe ruin his virginity too.

A/N : A long ass wait, I hope you'll forgive me! (＾ｰ^) Love you all, and happy late New Years!!!

Never in a million years would Midoriya ever think that this day would come.

The day when you came to him after class and shoved your paper in his face with a big fat 'F' in the corner, ranting on and on about how much your reputation is at risk when you are getting shitty scores on tests and practically failing every exam.

It seems to go on for about another 30 minutes until you look him in the eyes and tell him not ask, tell him, "You're gonna tutor me so all of my hard work doesn't go for nothing, loser."

He remembers how sharp your eyes were that day when you pressed your pointer finger against his chest and made him swear on how he wouldn't let you fail. Claiming you'd make his life even more of a shit show if he let you down.

So of course, he's frantically nodding as he swears he would never let that happen! Sure, you two have had your differences, but maybe this could fix the relationship you and him had. And if not, he's just glad you're willing to let him keep the already toxic bond you share and not make it any worse.

Ultimately, you both end up at his house, sitting on his strangely clean floor as he explains how each problem is somehow related the next in the most complicated way possible. It twists your brain just right in some inhumanly fashion that you haven't experienced since you actually cared for your education.

One stupid math problem leads to another, and you quickly find yourself getting bored. Your eyes linger on to his pretty pink lips as he blabbers on about some random subject you don't bother to listen to. Each word that leaves his mouth has you a little more fixated on him. It especially leaves you in a trance when he presses his lips together nervously, catching your obvious stare and wondering if he'd done something wrong.

"Is... everything okay?" he speaks up, the hesitation in his voice so obviously showing. You can't help but roll your eyes and snatch the sheet of paper out of his hands, already tired of supposed tutoring. "This is boring!" you slam the paper on the floor, which Midoriya pathetically flinches at. "You can barely get a sentence out without stuttering or avoiding eye contact! Have you even talked to women outside of me?"

He doesn't know why, but your words hit him harder than usual. Sure, he's never been the luckiest with women, let alone have a relationship above friends... but he could if he wanted to! He's doesn't know the lines of unattractive or attractive, but he knows he isn't ugly enough for girls to not even look at him.

It takes him a few seconds of silence to reply, debating on a good comeback. "I-I have... There's plenty of females who I talk to." Even with a lie as obvious as that, he doesn't expect you to burst out into laughter, hands clutching at your stomach as you wheeze and gasp for air.

Sweat beads form on his forehead, and his face goes red with embarrassment. He watches in humiliation as you try and settle yourself down, somehow becoming infatuated with the way yours crinkle with joy, and the way your teeth show brightly to light up your face. Suddenly, he feels his body temperature spiking up, warm from how flushed he is.

Once you finally calm down, your eyes flicker back up to him. He's watching you intently, fingers fidgeting with themselves as he waits for your next word. You find it amusing, really, with how patient he manages to remain with you even after all the tormenting things you do to him. Maybe— just this once... you can be a little more appreciative of his kindness.

Slowly, you pick yourself up from your sitting position and get on all fours to crawl to him. His eyes go wide and he bites his bottom lip, and you can tell he's anticipating what's about to happen. "Y'know.." you begin, "I'd be willing to show you what a woman does when she likes a man."

Midoriyas jaw drops open as you get closer to him. His brain goes mushy when he can feel your warm breath tickle his skin, reminding him just how close you are. His breathing gets heavier, and he swallows down his nervousness.

It suddenly feels like the worlds going to stop on him in any moment when your hand inches towards the layer of fabric above his leg. "What do you m-mean?" But you know he isn't dumb. It's clear he understands your intentions since you've seen the shit he writes and reads about. Who knows what he's watching behind closed doors.

"We're gonna fuck. Or do you not want to?" You state it so bluntly, Midoriya thinks you've gone crazy. Its always been you teasing or making fun him, putting him down and setting a clear boundary between you two. Now here you are, claiming you want to have sex with him!

His eyes shoot down to your hand and then back up to meet yours. Panicking, he decides on blurting out whatever he can think of. "I never said that! It's just that well you caught me off guard and I've never done this sort of thing so–"

"Shut up before I change my mind!" you cut his nervous rambling off irritably. Silencing, he nods his head slowly, afraid of screwing this up any further. He's only seen what happens in the stupid pornos he watches, so he hesitates on what to do. But when he catches a glimpse of your impatient face, he mutters a quiet "sorry" for the wait and quickly tackles his fingers with his waist band to push it off his hips.

And when he does, you eyes widen at the sight of his boner, not expecting him to be as big as he was. It twitches under the thin material of his boxers as you hungrily stare, begging to be freed from its confinement. You don't waste any time, reaching to pull down the front of the fabric. His meaty cock springs up and bounces with release, making you ogle at the sight.

Despite not being a mathematician, you estimate a total length of 5.7 inches and a girth a little below half of that. Long and angry veins lead up to his blushed red tip, which already leaks pre-cum. A small patch of green hair covers below the base, matching the messy patch he has on his head. Naturally, a pool of saliva pools in your mouth as you take in the sight before you.

Midoriya watches you keenly as you admire his length, blushing when you look back up at him. "So this is what you've been hiding from me, huh?" you tease, and he waves his hand in front of his face as he rapidly shakes his head, sputtering out whatever he can to deny or defend your accusation.

While he isn't paying attention to what's happening below him, you lean down to place the flat of your tongue on his tip. Almost instantly, he lets out an unexpected whine and bucks his hips forward, pushing more than just the tip past your lips. The heat of your mouth, overwhelming him, quickly sends him off the edge. Pathetically enough, he might not last as long as he thought he would.

You smirk to yourself at his reaction and press forward, placing your hands on his thighs as you swallow him whole. Your wet mouth coats his dick easily, making it easier to take him. A slutty moan echoes throughout the room, and he quickly slams his own hand against his mouth. His panting escalates through the muffles past his fingers as you bring your head up and down on his cock. Your tongue drags along his base from each bob of your head, memorizing the veins that decorate it.

His hand falls from his mouth and finds its place in the roots of your hair, tangling it between his fingers. "Shit— feels s-so– good!" he whimpers, grinding his hips to the rhythm of your bobbing. The gagging sounds you make when his tip hits the back of your throat makes warmth rush to his face. He swears he's never felt anything better than this.

The hand that's taken place in your hair tightens, and he lets his mouth fall open, only shaky moans and cries leaving him. He finds it incredible how you haven't come up for air yet, only breathing through your nose like a professional. And the way you take his whole cock like it's nothing proves his point.

It isn't long before he can feel himself about to cum, lengthy moans slipping out as he grinds lazily into your mouth. You take notice of this, sloppily finishing him off and picking up the pace in which you take him. "I'm gonna— fuck!" He pushes your head down to where your nose brushes his pubes, ramming his cock deep enough to knock past your uvula. His eyes close tightly as his warm cum washes into your mouth, clenching his teeth roughly together.

Once his fingers untangle from the crown of your head, you quickly swallow his cum and push yourself up to breath. As soon as you're able to sit up, you gasp and take in as much air through your lungs as you can. "How the hell do you–" cough "cum so much.." You complain, shooting him a glare. Midoriya is practically passed out, leaning back with his cock slapped against his abs as he pants tiredly.

" 'M sorry," He whines, peaking one eye open to look at you. Even with droplets of his cum on your face and now messed up hair, he still thinks you look breathtakingly gorgeous. "It just felt so good and I couldn't help myself. Are you... o-okay?"

Scoffing at his worries, you push a loose piece of hair behind your ear and rest your eyes for a moment. "Fine. At least you gave me somewhat of a warning." And he might be overly exhausted from the earth shattering orgasm he just had, but he swears he can see a small tint of blush form on your cheeks. The thought of you having somewhat of an attraction to him makes his stomach go weak. Can such a thing really happen?

When he goes to close his eyes again and take a breath, he hears you stand up and begin removing something from your body. His eyes open up out of curiosity and he's met with you removing your pants and underwear. "W-wait, I thought we were done—" he pauses when he catches sight of your pretty pussy, slowly being revealed as you strip free from your panties.

Heat rushes to his face again as you walk back over to him and sit yourself down with two knees outside of his legs. He doesn't even notice his cock spring back up to life as his eyes take you in. "I said I was going to fuck you, didn't I?" The tease in your voice has him growing in desperate need of you once again, and he can do nothing but nod and let you take the lead.

You scoff and shake your head, hand grabbing his dick below you and aligning it with your hole. Midoriya sucks in a breath and watches as you let your hips slowly fall down so his tip brushes your clit. "Shit–" you shakily breathe, grinding your hips back and forth to swipe your pussy along his cock.

He whimpers needingly as his hands find the fat of your hips, giving him something to hold onto. You do the same, resting your arms around his neck when you finally slip his leaking tip into your warmth. The both of you moan in sync from the pleasure, pressing your bodies closer together. "I'm not sure it'll... fit." You admit embarrassingly, biting the inside of your lip as you cautiously lower yourself.

He anxiously waits for you to fuck him, so he can finally feel the walls of your cunt. And when you bring your body down and let him stretch you out, he shamefully cries out your name, pleading for you to warm his cock. "Needa' feel you! Please, I need to feel more!". You grumble back a snarky comment, but decide to get it over with.

The weight of your ass hits his thighs and you let out a lewd moan, similar to one of the porn star Midoriya likes so much. His girthy length splits you open entirely, hitting your cervix harsh enough to leave bruising for at least the next few days. He impatiently rolls his hips into you, whimpering random nonsense to try and keep himself from finishing too quick.

As soon as you adjust to his size enough to keep going, you begin to drag yourself up and down on him. The heat of your pussy invites him in sensibly, gummy walls being stretched each time you bounce on him. It doesn't go unnoticed by how wet you are already, letting him glide in and out of you easily. "You're so— fuck.." His thick fingers squeeze your skin, bound to leave marks you'll see in the morning. "So so so so good." He whines, face flush with euphoria.

You don't hesitate to start riding him faster, tits bouncing against him under your shirt. The familiar feeling of his stomach tightening approaches him once more, making him groan. Your skin meets his as you push your ass up and down on him, feeling your own orgasm begin to rise in you.

Sweat forms one body, exhaust briefly catching up to you as you ride him like your life depends on it. His cocks plunges into you so sweetly, making you unable to hold back a single moan as it hits the spongey wall in you. It has you gasping with each puncture it deals on you.

The whole room is filled with slutty sounds and wet slapping, seemingly like a porn video. It feeds into the sex perfectly, only bringing him to finish sooner. "Im so close! Please— don't stop!" Midoriya gasps, shutting his eyes tightly to let the feeling of pleasure take over him.

You take notice of the way his cock twitches inside of you, begging to spill his cum into your walls. Digging your fingers into his shoulder, you let out a string of moans before letting your orgasm rush through you and make you cum riding him.

Pants leave your lips as you grind yourself on him, rocking out the pleasure on his body to ease yours before pushing your sore knees up slightly so his dick can be free from your pussy. It separates from you with a small pop! sound, leaving you empty once again. The sight of him jerking his hips into the air as his cum spurts from his slit and onto his chest with a somehow cutely fucked out face, leave you wishing for another round.

The atmosphere seems to settle down after awhile as the two of you rest against each other, calming yourselves down from your session. "You're a pathetic fucking pervert, you weirdo." You smack his shoulder with your remaining strength, mumbling curses on your breath.

But before he can say anything, or make some half ass witted reply, your soft snoring cuts him off. Midoriya can't help himself when he softly smiles, because truthfully, he knows deep down you care for him.

[sknyuz]

70√3? | j.w.w.

synopsis: you’re failing math and somehow got stuck being tutored after school with jeon wonwoo—the quiet, sharp, charming, but not overbearing, top student—as your tutor. you thought numbers were your enemy. turns out it’s something else entirely... like his sleeves. or that one smile. or maybe the way he looks at you when he thinks you’re not looking.

pairing: jeon wonwoo x reader

genre: highschool au, fluff, academic rivals (but it's y/n vs math), a little open-ended and very soft !!

wc: ~750

a/n: i definitely don't miss wonwoo hence me writing this i swearrrrr hahahahhahahahaha (my husband is in the military) the title is also just me playing with a calculator in third grade. the writer's block is crazy.

“how are you hanging in there?” wonwoo asks, his voice low and even, like he wasn’t judging you at all for being on the same equation for the past seventeen minutes.

you groan, slumping your head against the library table. “i swear i paid attention in class. but the moment letters start mixing with numbers, my brain just... exits the room.”

he lets out a quiet chuckle, “your brain needs to chill.” poking the top of your head with the blunt tip of his pencil lightly.

you raise your head just enough to glare at him from under your lashes. “you need to chill. i’ve never seen anyone highlight so neatly.”

wonwoo shrugs, the corners of his lips twitching. “if you did the math, you'd figure out it comes with being class rank one.” he tuts, raising his index finger to form the number '1'.

“show-off.”

“i’m literally staying after classes to help you pass.” he drones.

you purse your lips, but the smile slips through anyway. truthfully, you didn’t mind the tutoring sessions. wonwoo was easy to be around. calm. quiet. had a weird habit of fidgeting with the ends of his sleeves when he explained things, and sometimes his voice would drop so low you’d have to lean closer to hear.

which maybe wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

“okay,” he says, tapping his pen gently against your notebook, “let’s try this again. pretend x is your crush—what would you do to isolate him?”

you blink at him, deadpan. “wonwoo.”

“what? make math personal.” he shrugs, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. of course.

“are you seriously making this a metaphor about my love life?”

he smirks, not looking up from the problem he’s scribbling out, adjusting his glasses on the tip of his nose bridge. “do you have one?” the reflection of his glasses glint.

you shove him lightly, but your face feels warm. you shrug off your flustered state, focusing back on your paper.

aaaaand maybe hisvoicethatguidesyouthroughit.

the library’s nearly empty now, just the two of you and the sound of pages turning and pens scratching paper. the sun’s already dipped low, casting golden shadows through the tall windows. you glance at your watch. 5:47PM. you should probably pack up.

“hey,” he says suddenly, voice softer now, “you got this one and this one right.” pointing to two different problems on the sheet of paper.

you blink. “really?” completely unaware of how you managed to finish off all the problems provided by your math professor within an hour. maybe three without wonwoo, but a win's a win.

wonwoo nods, then looks at you—really looks at you this time. “yeah. you just needed someone patient.”

you hold his gaze, surprised by how serious he sounds. and for a second, something shifts. just a little.

a silence stretches between you, but not an uncomfortable one. the kind that hums with something unspoken. maybe you’re imagining it. maybe not.

he clears his throat and starts gathering his things. “same time next week?”

you nod. “yeah. same time.”

as you walk out of the library together, your arms barely brushing, you wonder if x is still something you're looking for in your life—or if x wears glasses and a blue blazer.

a/n: hopefully the ending line is not too cringey, i hate math and im a cs major 😓☝️ the hot babes in stem that get it, get it !!

[sweetdispatch]

its my first time requesting so idk if im doing it right but may i please get, 1 piece of Cinnamon Bun with Honey and Marshmallows 🥰

Retrospections - L. Hughes

v' bakery pairing: Luke Hughes x fem!reader summary: Memories of moments between you and Luke, from helping in school to his first NHL game warning: none note: thank you love for requesting, hope you enjoy it❤️

You and Luke were growing up on the same street. Often, you were playing with him and his brothers since the four of you were the only kids there. But the closest you had been with Luke because you were the same age. You always had a soft spot for him and he had for you. His brothers were laughing at the two of you but you never cared.

In school, you were helping Luke with his homework. He didn’t like studying because his head was always wrapped around hockey. That’s why you tried your best to help him even when it meant that you’ll be behind with the material. 

“This is stupid. I don’t need this in my life” Luke scoffed when he got a wrong result in math exercise. 

“I know but you need this for the exam” You sighed. 

“Why? I’m gonna be a hockey player. I don’t need math” Luke said, offended. 

“But you can’t fail this class if you want to be a hockey player. Please do this for me and put more attention to remembering. I can stay here the whole night if it means that you’ll finally understand” You told him and gave him a small smile. 

“Fine” Luke groaned and started listening to you over and over again, trying to understand.

By pure coincidence, you and Luke got accepted to the same university. You were excited but also knew that you needed to open up for new people. He couldn’t be around you all the time like in the past because he put his focus on hockey and representing the team. Thankfully for you, the people you had in your classes were nice and quickly you became friends with them. 

You weren’t spending that much time with Luke like you used to but you were always showing up in his games. You loved seeing him on the ice. It was a way different version of him. You knew him as a sweet and shy guy but out there he was ruthless and confident. You could clearly remember the first game in Michigan.

“You did it Luke” You jumped into his arms. 

“I did it” Luke hugged you.

“I’m so proud of you. You were amazing out there” You told him. 

“Thank you. Thank you for showing up and being there” Luke said to you. 

“I couldn’t miss your debut” You giggled.

“I have something for you” Luke said and gave you a puck. “It’s my puck for the first game played there but I want you to have it” 

“I can’t take it. It’s your achievement and not mine” You told him with cheeks burning red. 

“It’s our achievement. If you wouldn’t help me with my homework back then, I wouldn’t be here. Please take it” Luke begged you. You took the puck from his hands and hugged him.

The puck was laying on your nightstand. You were always smiling at the memory of this. During university, you’ve been going to a lot of parties with Luke but one party was stuck with you. His team was celebrating the end of the season and rookies were responsible for hosting it. 

“Thanks for the help with the party” Luke told you and took a sip of a beer. 

“Anytime” You smiled at him. 

“You’re too good for me. I swear, you’re the best thing that happened to me” You felt your heart racing faster when Luke said it. 

“That’s what friends are for right?” You joked and saw that Luke’ expression changed. 

“I don’t wanna be friends with you” Before you could process Luke's words, he pulled you into a kiss. “I want you as my girlfriend” He said when he pulled away from you.

You didn’t say anything back, just kissed him again. 

After that party, you and Luke started dating. He felt proud to call you his girlfriend and in every opportunity, he needed to mention this. Everyone around you knew that you were gonna end up as a couple. You were a perfect match to each other. You could swear that he’s the best guy to be in a relationship with. 

When Luke had his debut game in the NHL, you went to see him. You wanted to witness this. Tears were spilling from your eyes when you were watching his rookie lap. You couldn’t believe that he actually made it. Luke was aware that you were in this game and right after the final whistle, he ran to see you. 

“You made it” You told him with tears in your eyes. 

“I love you” Luke hugged you tightly. He didn’t care that you’ll leave mascara stamps on his jersey and you didn’t care that he’s all sweaty. 

“I got something for you” Luke handed you a puck. “I’ve been seeing the puck from my first game in Michigan on your nightstand and this reminded me of you. I want you to have this one too” 

“Thank you baby” You kissed him but Jack broke the moment between you two. 

“Luke, let's go. You can kiss her later all you want” Jack said and you and Luke looked at each other and laughed. 

After graduation, you moved to New Jersey to live with Luke. Everything was perfect between the two of you and you were stronger than ever. Luke was fulfilling in hockey and you were working in your dream work. You never missed his game and he was always there for you in tough moments. Life was perfect with Luke by your side.

[dovesdreaming]

Just get together already

Summary: You try so hard to deny that you have feelings for Benny even when he’s telling you he’s hopelessly in love with you every chance he gets. Why can’t you see what everyone else sees? (Vampire!reader) (1.5k words)

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"Hey, bloodsucker” You glanced up from your untouched tray to find Benny sliding into the seat beside you, his signature smirk firmly in place. Ethan followed, offering a more timid smile as he sat across from you.

"Hey, spell nerd” You shot back, nudging him with your shoulder. "Aren't you supposed to be getting your daily allowance of pizza grease and regret?"

"Already inhaled it” Benny grinned, wiggling his fingers. "Gotta keep these bad boys powered up for casting spells and charming ladies”.

You snorted. "Guess it's only working for the spells, then”.

Ethan sputtered a laugh while Benny clutched his chest dramatically. "Wounded! The love of my life, the immortal goddess of my dreams, disrespects me in front of my own best friend!"

"More like in front of your only friend” you corrected, stealing a fry off his tray.

Benny's grin widened. "Please, if I didn’t know any better, I'd think you like me”.

Your eyes rolled, a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. "Yeah, yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night”. From across the table, Ethan sighed and shot Sarah a pointed look when she walked up. She glanced between you and Benny and muttered, "Just get together already. We're all sick of this, literally I can feel my breakfast coming back up from the sight of you two”.

"Yeah, okay” Benny said easily, looping an arm around your shoulders and squeezing. "Right after she finally admits she's madly in love with me”.

Your laugh bubbled up, sharp and instinctive, and you swatted his hand away. "In your dreams, Weir”. But the way his arm had draped over your shoulders, warm and casual felt more natural than you’d like to admit.

After lunch classes continued and you managed to clear the thoughts of bennys teasing from your head instead focusing on whatever the teacher was droning on about. After another lot of homework was dumped on your work pile you knew it was gonna be another afternoon in the library with benny again. You didn’t know whether this made you feel excited or nervous.

"Are you even listening to me?"

Benny’s head snapped up from his phone, eyes wide. “Huh? Yeah, of course!”

You lifted an eyebrow, pointing to the notes sprawled across the table. "Oh, really? So what’s the answer to number four?”

He squinted at the paper. “Uh… B?”

“It’s a math question, Benny”.

He sighed, flopping back in his chair. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I just don’t get why we need algebra. Do you think I’ll be fighting vampires with the quadratic formula?”

“Well, no, but-“

“Exactly! I need to be studying important things, like defense spells, potion recipes… your favorite blood type” He grinned, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

“Gross” you snorted. “And I don’t have a favorite, you dork”.

“Come on” Benny leaned in, his face inches from yours. “Aren’t you a little curious? Like, what if your dream blood is out there? What if it’s mine?”

You laughed, shoving his shoulder lightly. “Benny, I already know your blood would taste like Mountain Dew and bad decisions”

“Ouch” He pressed a hand to his chest, but his smile never faltered. “Lucky for you, I think all your vampire stuff is hot anyway”.

Your stomach did a weird little flip, but you quickly shot him a smirk. “Don’t you have a spell or class to be failing?”

You tried to put your head back down to concentrate on your work, you really wanted this done so it was one less thing on your mind but you knew with Benny around it’d take an immense amount of willpower to resist his presence. Willpower you didn’t posses so you gave in. You’d just have to complete the homework tonight like usual, you don’t know why you kept inviting him to your study sessions.

What you didn’t anticipate was that later would never come for your homework. You had sat down at your desk to finally complete it when your stomach growled but not for food, curse being a vampire. An overwhelming need for blood took over, the sort of craving you haven’t had since you started giving up human blood.

It led to a near slip-up. You’d felt that ache, that hunger clawing at you, so close to the edge of losing control. You didn’t know who else to go to, who else could calm you down like he did.

Benny had found you sitting on the curb outside his house, face buried in your hands. When he sat beside you, you didn’t have the energy to pretend.

“I almost…” you whispered, voice thick. “I could’ve hurt someone”. He was quiet, the stillness stretching. When you dared to look at him, his gaze was steady. Warm.

“But you didn’t” he finally said. “And you won’t. You’re stronger than that”.

“What if I’m not?” you murmured.

“Then I’ll be right there. I’ll help you”.

It was so simple, so Benny, that your throat tightened. “Why are you always like this?”

He blinked, a lopsided smile breaking through. “Because I’m in love with you, obviously”.

“Benny-“

“I’m serious”.

You shook your head, but the weight of his sincerity settled heavily on your shoulders. This was Benny. Always flirty, always playing around. You heart couldn’t take another punch tonight so you just let his words roll off of you.

You were thankful when Friday night finally came. Finally able to rest and not worry about school and of course being able to hang out with your friends. Friday is movie night at Ethan’s place, and as usual, Benny sat sprawled across the couch, his head resting on your lap. You ran your fingers absentmindedly through his hair, your eyes half-watching the screen while Ethan and Sarah whispered snide remarks beside you.

“Are we watching the movie or the world’s slowest confession?” Sarah muttered, nudging Ethan.

Ethan snickered, and you shot them both a playful glare. "I heard that”.

"Good!" Sarah grinned. "Maybe you'll finally realize what literally everyone else has”.

Benny craned his neck up to face you, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. "Oh, you mean how I'm desperately, hopelessly, and completely in love with her?"

You laughed, nudging his shoulder. "Yeah, yeah, Benny. Keep dreaming”.

Ethan and Sarah exchanged a knowing look, but you chose to ignore it. It was just Benny being Benny. Flirty, bold, and impossible to take seriously.

Later, when the others had finally retreated to their own homes, you and Benny found yourselves alone in his room. The hum of his computer filled the quiet, and you leaned back against the wall, watching as he messed with some spell book he had picked up from Grandma Weir's collection.

"You're lucky you don't have to deal with this magic stuff” Benny said, flipping a page. "All you gotta do is look hot and, you know, not eat anyone”.

You rolled your eyes, but a soft laugh escaped. "Yeah, because resisting bloodlust is just that easy”.

His gaze softened, the usual playfulness fading into something sincere. "Hey, I know it's not. And I know you’re always worried about... slipping up or whatever. But you’re not a monster, okay?" It wasn't the first time he'd said something like that, reassured you that your vampire side didn't make you any less... you. But it still felt different every time.

You tried to brush off the way your chest tightened. "Yeah, well, you’re just saying that because you think I’m 'hot and badass.'"

"And because I love you” he added smoothly, a grin flickering at his lips.

You laughed, the sound wavering just slightly. "Oh, please”.

He set the book down and turned to face you fully. His smile softened, his eyes searching yours. “I’m serious, you know. I love you. Not just in the ‘oh wow, she’s hot’ way. In the 'I think about you all the time and want to be around you forever' way”.

Your smile faltered, caught between disbelief and something that felt like hope. Something was different about the way he was saying those words now. “You- you can’t be serious”.

Benny’s eyes never wavered. “Why wouldn’t I be? I’ve been trying to tell you this whole time”

Because you were a vampire. Because you had parts of you that craved blood and darkness, parts that scared you sometimes. Because Benny deserved someone easy and safe.

“Because I’m a vampire, Benny” It came out weaker than you intended.

He stepped closer, his hands reaching out to gently hold your arms. “I don’t care. I think all of that just makes you more... you. And I think you’re amazing”.

Your mind spun, every instinct telling you to laugh it off like always. But the sincerity in his eyes wouldn’t let you.

“Are you- like, actually serious?” you whispered.

“Completely”

His face was inches from yours, his eyes warm and unwavering. You took a breath, feeling every hesitation crumble under his gaze.

“I think... I think I love you, too” you admitted quietly.

A grin broke across his face bright, infectious, so completely Benny. “Yeah?”

You rolled your eyes, the familiar banter slipping back into place. “Yes, idiot”.

Before you could second-guess yourself, you leaned in and kissed him, his breath hitching just before his lips met yours. When you pulled back, his grin was still there, but softer, sweeter.

“Finally” he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours. And for once, you didn’t laugh it off.

[kxsagi]

Hi!! This is my first actual request and not asking a question or yapping about absolutely nothing💔 but i saw that you like to make song inspired fics and I THINK I remember seeing that you were comfortable writing spicier fics or oneshots (idk if the lyrics that I would like this to be inspired by are SUPER spicy but it’s good to be safe💔) so if I could request a shidou oneshot/fic inspired by the song “guilty pleasure” by Chappell Roan, I was listening to the song and the part that goes like “and oh my god you are heaven sent with your dirty mind yeah your perverted” and my brain rotted ahh thought of shidou so here we are💔

Feel free to ignore this if you have too many requests remember to drink water, eat food, and take care of yourself!! Have a good day/night😛

“𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞”

a/n: i'm unfamiliar with this song (bc i don't listen to chappell roan lol), but tried my best!

thank you for the kind reminders and make sure to do the same! have a good day/night as well! 😚❤️

suggestive content inside! 

you knew he was a bad idea the moment he smirked at you through that gelled mess of bleached blonde bubblegum-pink hair, chin tilted like he was already inside your head. like he was lounging there with muddy cleats on, tracking dirt across the parts of you that still cared about self-control. 

“you staring at me, sweetheart?” he said that during class. out loud. while the teacher was talking about photosynthesis. 

you hated how you blushed. hated how your brain short-circuited just a little bit. hated how your thighs pressed together underneath the desk like they had a mind of their own. 

and shidou? he loved it. 

you’ve made a lot of questionable decisions in your life, but indulging him might be the worst best one. 

it starts with a text: 

shidou 💥: 

guess what i’m not wearing rn 

you: 

self-respect? 

shidou 💥: 

lmao no but you can come over and help me lose the rest ;) 

he’s a menace. a fever dream. a sin on legs, wrapped in muscle and menace and the kind of grin that should be illegal. and you’re supposed to be the good girl. the one with the clean room, clean grades, clean rep. 

but lately you’ve been thinking some very, very unclean things. 

he knows it too. he thrives off it. that hungry look in your eyes when he stretches, shirt riding up, revealing a trail of skin that practically begs to be licked. that soft gasp you give when he whispers things he shouldn’t, right in the middle of the hallway, too close, too hot. 

“what would you do if i kissed you here?” he once said in the middle of math class, index finger lightly dragging along the curve of your thigh. 

you solved the equation wrong. you almost failed the test. but you still think about it in the shower. 

shidou never asks before invading your space. he just appears. like a chaos god with abs. tonight he’s shirtless and smug, lounging on your bed like he lives here, flipping through one of your magazines. 

“you read this trash?” he snorts. “what is this? ‘ten signs he’s into you’? lame.” he looks up, grin sharp. “only sign you need is a boner.” 

“get out,” you groan, throwing a pillow at him. 

he catches it. presses it to his face and inhales dramatically. “mmm. smells like denial.” he tosses it back. “and baby, it reeks off you.” 

you could kill him. or kiss him. same thing, probably. 

but that same night, you swear you didn’t mean to climb into his lap. he pulled you in. 

at least that’s the excuse you’re telling yourself when his hands are sliding under your shirt, calloused palms against your waist like he owns you, like he knows every inch of your body better than you do. 

"you’re so tense," he hums against your neck. “thinking about what we'd do?” 

you are. constantly. even when you shouldn’t be. wild thoughts. stupid thoughts. thoughts that feel like pressing a button labeled do not push. 

he makes you melt. makes you ache. makes you feel like a live wire, frayed and burning at both ends. 

“you’re bad for me,” you murmur, fingers curling into his hair. “you know that?” 

shidou laughs. not mockingly, but like it’s the best compliment he’s ever gotten. 

“yeah,” he says, eyes glinting. “but you’re into it.” 

and oh my gosh. he is heaven sent. 

but he came with a dirty mind and no return policy. 

he licks into your mouth like it’s his favorite sin, hips rolling slow against yours like he wants to make you cry. his fingers tug at your waistband, his breath hot as he murmurs the filthiest things imaginable right into your ear. 

"bet you think about this when you're alone, don’t you? touching yourself to the idea of me. fuck, you’re so cute when you're shameless.” 

your mind short-circuits. you make a noise you’ve never heard yourself make. and he grins. he grins like he’s won a game you didn’t even know you were playing. 

after, you lie tangled in his arms, flushed and limp, barely able to function. your heart’s racing like you just ran a marathon and lost your soul on the way. he nuzzles into your shoulder, kissing the skin there like he didn’t just corrupt every brain cell you own. 

“you okay, good girl?” 

you swat him weakly. “i hate you.” 

he snickers. “you love me.” 

you do. and that might be the most dangerous part of all. 

because shidou ryusei is your guilty pleasure. 

every filthy thought you shouldn’t have. every fantasy you should repress. every red flag you run to anyway. 

and god help you – you don’t want to stop. not ever. 

not when he kisses like temptation. not when he touches like worship. not when he whispers, “let’s be bad together, sweetheart,” like it’s the only prayer that matters. 

and oh my god, you are heaven sent. with your dirty mind, yeah, you’re perverted. 

you think about that line a lot. especially when he’s got his arms around you, lips on your throat, and a grin that says: some good girls do bad things, too. 

and baby, you’re feeling so good being bad. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[athenasdaydreams]

pairing: jack wilder x wife!reader

summary: It had been nearly two years since you last saw Jack Wilder, and though you’d always known your relationship would be different, nothing could have prepared you for the distance that had grown between the two of you. After your whirlwind romance in high school, both of you had taken very different paths. You had been the high-achieving, college-bound student, one of the top students in your class. Harvard had been your dream, and now you were living it. Jack, on the other hand, had pursued the high-risk, high-reward world of the Horsemen—a life full of heists, danger, and magic. And though your worlds seemed completely different, you had both promised each other that the love you shared wouldn’t fade, even if the distance grew.

chapter warnings: use of y/n, other than that not any to my knowledge!!

A/N: lowkey i need to do my homework and guess who got more homework because she failed advanced math like half of the cohort... it's okay i got an A+ for english while everyone else barely passed... just channelling my ivy league dream here

It all started in high school, when you first crossed paths with Jack. You were the quiet, studious girl—always focused on your grades, determined to make your parents proud, and destined for the Ivy League. Jack, on the other hand, was the charismatic troublemaker, the one who always seemed to be in the middle of something exciting, whether it was pulling off a prank or slipping away from the clutches of authority.

It wasn’t love at first sight, not exactly. Jack wasn’t the type of guy to catch your eye with a single glance. But he did have a way of making everyone notice him—his confidence, his ability to charm his way out of anything, and his natural flair for magic. And somehow, you found yourself drawn to him.

You didn’t expect it to happen, but one day, Jack pulled you aside after class.

“You’re way too smart to be wasting your time with these guys,” he’d said, his grin mischievous but genuine. “Come hang with me for once.”

You were taken aback—no one had ever said something like that to you. But Jack’s wild energy was contagious, and soon you found yourself spending more time with him. You couldn’t explain it, but his reckless charm, his infectious laughter, and the way he could talk circles around anyone, all of it was something you couldn’t resist.

In the months that followed, you grew closer. Jack, for all his boldness, had a vulnerability that you saw through. And you, the overachieving student with her nose always buried in books, found something thrilling and liberating in his world—a world where you didn’t have to be perfect or measured. He made you see life differently, even though you knew you were on completely different paths.

By the time graduation came around, your connection was undeniable. Jack proposed to you on a whim, one late night as the two of you sat on the roof of your high school, gazing at the stars. You both had no idea what the future would hold, but in that moment, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

“I don’t care what we’re doing, as long as we’re doing it together,” Jack had said, his voice serious for once.

And you, without thinking, had answered, “Yeah, let’s do it.”

You’d gotten married right after high school, a spur-of-the-moment decision that surprised everyone—including your parents—but both of you knew that this was your path, your journey. It wasn’t conventional, but your love had always been anything but ordinary.

Now, two years later, you found yourself far away from that chaotic, passionate life you’d shared with Jack. You had thrown yourself into your studies at Harvard, where you excelled in everything you did. But you also missed Jack—his spontaneous energy, his excitement for life, his love that never felt like it could be contained.

You hadn’t seen him in weeks, but you kept in touch through sporadic texts and calls. Every time you’d hear from him, there was always that sense of both longing and excitement. You knew Jack’s world was dangerous, unpredictable, and that he couldn’t always be around, but somehow, you made it work.

Tonight, though, you hadn’t expected to see him. You were working at a high-profile gala, overseeing the exhibit as part of your internship, and everything was running smoothly—until you got that message.

You were backstage, adjusting the last few details of the event, when your phone buzzed in your pocket. You didn’t have to look to know who it was.

"Jack?" you whispered as you pulled the phone out, a mix of excitement and nerves fluttering in your chest.

"Stay where you are," his voice crackled through, full of that same intensity. "Just trust me, okay? Don’t move."

"Jack, what’s going on?" you asked, concern edging your voice.

"I’ll explain later. Just stay put. I’ll find you."

Before you could respond, the call dropped.

You stared at the screen, unsure of what was happening. But you trusted him. You always had. So you waited, trying to push away the confusion gnawing at you.

Minutes later, you found yourself scanning the crowd of the gala. The chatter of the high-society guests blended into the background as you looked for any sign of Jack. That’s when you saw him—slipping through the crowd in a sharp black suit, looking effortlessly out of place among the fancy attire, but somehow, right at home.

Your breath hitched as his eyes locked onto yours. "(Y/N)," he said, his voice carrying through the room. Without thinking, you rushed toward him, the world around you blurring as you reached him.

Jack pulled you into his arms, and for a moment, nothing else mattered. It was as if the entire room disappeared.

"I missed you," Jack whispered, holding you tighter than you thought was possible.

"I missed you, too," you said, your heart racing. The distance between you had been hard, but in that moment, everything felt perfect.

But then, just as you were soaking in the moment, the Horsemen appeared—Merritt, Danny, and the rest of the crew, all wide-eyed and staring at the scene in front of them.

Merritt was the first to react, his expression faltering for a second before his eyes flicked between you and Jack. His gaze dropped to your hand, where the gleam of your wedding ring caught the light. He blinked in disbelief and looked up at Jack.

"Wait… Jack… this isn’t just your girlfriend, is it?"

Jack stiffened but didn’t try to hide your ring. "Yeah, Merritt. She’s my wife."

Merritt’s eyes widened. "Wife? What? Wife?"

You smiled lightly, squeezing Jack’s hand. “Yeah, his wife. Sorry, I guess we didn’t exactly have a big ‘announcement’ for you guys.”

The rest of the Horsemen exchanged confused glances. Danny, still processing, raised an eyebrow. “Wait, wait. You’re married? But you’re—what—twenty-one?”

Jack shrugged nonchalantly. “Yeah, I guess I don’t fit the typical ‘lone wolf’ persona you all seem to think I have.”

Merritt blinked rapidly, as if he couldn’t quite compute the new information. “But… wait. How? You’ve been married the whole time, Jack? And you never… mentioned this?”

Jack rolled his eyes. “Didn’t think it was important to share. But yeah, we’ve been making it work.”

Merritt let out a breath, still trying to make sense of it. “Okay, okay. But you’re married? To her?” He gestured at you, still looking you up and down with a new kind of surprise in his expression.

"Yeah. This is (Y/N)," Jack said, his voice finally softening. "My wife. She’s studying at Harvard. She’s... different from what you all might expect."

The crew exchanged skeptical looks. “Wait, Harvard?!” Danny blurted out. “How is this... her? She’s so smart and…”

“I know,” Jack said, grinning. “She keeps me on my toes. Someone’s gotta keep me in line, right?”

You chuckled and gave Jack a playful shove. “You make it sound like I’m the one doing all the work around here.”

The Horsemen’s jaws dropped as they exchanged glances. “So, you’re really married to him?” Merritt asked, still in shock, as if the entire thing had blown his mind.

Jack pulled you close again, holding you like no time had passed at all. “Yeah. We’ve been making it work. College, heists, whatever. We’re good.”

Merritt scratched his head, clearly still processing. "I guess I thought you were a lot more of a ‘free spirit’ type, Jack. But, damn... a married guy? This is… news."

“Guess that’s why I kept it under wraps,” Jack said with a grin.

You leaned into him, the warmth of his embrace washing over you. As the rest of the Horsemen processed the revelation, you felt more grounded than ever. In a world full of chaos, your love for Jack Wilder remained a steady anchor.

wc: 1.3k

[thereweredragonshere]

what headcanons do you have for the riders in a modern au?

Sorry if some of these are a little basic lmao I don't think about modern aus all that much.

They all live in Britain. Sue me. I want some dragons over this side of the atlantic.

Hiccup -

Does digital art

Plays minecraft religiously and can do red stone better than he can do maths

has failed exams due to his pretty much illegible hand writing despite answers being mostly correct

Listens to exclusively 80s/90s music

Lives in a flat above a pub that his dad owns called 'Berk' aka 'Berk's bar' (Which is a whole au that i have and is where i got the name for my discord server from lmao. But these headcanons aren't all specifically from that au. Just general ones.)

Gets bullied quite bad at school. He's taken days off because of it before.

Class presentations are his worst nightmare. Can never get his words out during them and gets very freaked out.

Astrid -

Plays Rugby, Football, does boxing, really name any contact sport and she's probably tried it at some point. Her favourite lesson is P.E. (Physical education/gym class) and she will riot if it gets cancelled for some reason.

'Difficult' student. She struggles with anger management and schools are shit at helping kids with that, so she gets labelled as a problem child cuz she always chats back and gets sent out of classrooms.

Despite being a 'problem' child, she still gets all the shit that needs doing done.

Never shows up to school assemblies. She usually just goes and finds a staircase to sit on.

Divorced parents. She bounces between houses quite a lot.

Spends most of her free time at the gym. Buffstrid canon in modern times too people!!

Snotlout -

Got massively bullied in year 7 and like half way through year 8 he switched the fuck up and became a fucking menace. Bro was NOT playing.

Rides horses. Hookfang is a horse.

Is lowkey fucking amazing at maths but he's scared to put effort into it cuz he thinks he'll get made fun of.

When him and Astrid become friends they actually bond over being the 'problem' kids. Though Astrid is a bit more than Snotlout.

Constantly in corner shops. He loves buying overpriced american sweets.

Fishlegs -

Actually very rarely gets bullied cuz no one knows who the fuck he is (Until the gang all become friends, then people DEFINIATELY know who they all are.)

Loves the three sciences. Even physics. He actively enjoys doing physics.

Kinda not really a teacher's pet. He won't tell on you but he certainly won't partake in whatever it is you're doing on your phone in the middle of a very important english lesson.

Loves shakepeare.

Him and Snotlout (When the gang all become friends) set up one of those stupid cliche 'pay me and I'll do your homework' things in the boys toilets at school. Snotlout did the discreate advertising and Fishlegs did the homework. They split profits 50/50 and they both found it so funny that it actually worked. And then they got busted by the head teacher and that's the first time fishlegs ever got detention.

Ruffnut -

Local school fact file. She can tell you every single detail about the place. Wanna know when that one piece of gum you just accidentally touched was stuck to the table? She'll fucking know.

Giver her £10 and she will eat literally anything.

Actually CAN'T get bullied cuz she just doesn't give a fuck

Very good at english/languages

Has never done homework a day in her life. Never will.

Brings random live animals into school every now and again. Much to the genuine delight of Hiccup.

Drives her parents' car somewhat regularly, despite not being old enough and not having a licence.

Tuffnut -

Can tell you the translation of ANY word into French. This guy is a MACHINE in French lessons.

brings full sized nerf water guns into school.

Chicken is canon. Ruff and Tuff share their bedroom with Chicken.

Never ever sits normally. Always swinging on his chair or sitting cross legged.

Chronic beanie wearer

[kingkat12]

romans your best friend and keeps flirting with you maybe nsfw 🤔 up to you

HEY YOU!! you bet i'm late as fuck to this, but i have boarded the inspiration station (no i was not on the toxic gossip train) (i'm sorry to everyone that gets the reference) but AGHHH I LOVE THIS ONE!! thank you so so much for this request, keep 'em coming!! 🩷💕✨

i don't smoke (roman godfrey x reader)

WARNINGS: smoking, mature themes, ish fluff, aggressive flirting, name calling, forced smoking, Roman is a cunt<33

summary: your new friend, Roman, insists he's not friends with girls. to quote him directly, he simply doesn't do that. still, he enjoys your company during a small smoke break as you skip class... but he insists; you're never going to be just friends, and he's determined to prove his point.

word count: 1,081

a/n: this gif of him smoking two cigarettes killed me, then gave me life and inspo<333 brain going brrrr, and YES OMG i'm doing oneshots and requests again!! enjoy, my loves!<3

I knew Roman would think I was the biggest loser on earth the second those three dreaded words escaped me; "I don't smoke,"

He remained emotionless, shrugging as he retreated the box of cigarettes he had been holding out in front of me. We stood behind the school, our backs leaning against the hard concrete wall as the sun fried the top of our heads. "Freak," he mumbled, rummaging his pockets in search of his lighter. 

Excuse me? "You're a much bigger freak than I am," I felt my jaw clench involuntarily-- my frustration was certainly building. "At least I'm not smoking myself dumb."

Roman cocked a brow as amusement danced in his deep, green eyes; "Yeah?" he said, fishing two cigarettes out of the box. Why two? "And who are you to call me dumb? If anything, we're both dumb. We only know each other because we failed a test and had to retake it together.”

I hated how right he was. I hated any instance in which he was correct. A few weeks ago, we had gotten acquainted in that small room in building B during a retake of the hardest math test I had ever encountered-- the difference was that I had actually studied for the first one, and Roman had simply not shown up for it. It was only me, Roman, and some random substitute teacher who had been called in to make sure we wouldn't cheat. Thankfully, the teacher was incompetent enough to leave the room to chat with a friend on the phone, which was when Roman leaned over my desk and said we could use the calculator he had smuggled in under his shirt.

I would've failed that test if it hadn't been for him. And now, I was failing to show up to class because he said he didn't want to smoke by himself. I wasn't sure why I had agreed, seeing as I didn't smoke (clearly), but... it was Roman Godfrey. One look from him was enough to make any girl at this school faint, and being seen with him gave me a new status as one of the cool ones. I loved that feeling, reveled in the looks I would get walking down the hallway with him, and I honestly enjoyed it more than I probably should-- 

And ever since the retake, Roman and I had been friends.

Only friends. 

Friends. Just friends. I wanted it to stay that way-- the Godfrey circus was not one I ever wanted to join.

Many things had changed in the weeks we had become acquainted, but one thing would not; I was not going to smoke. "Fine," I eventually muttered, crossing my arms over my chest. "We're both dumb, then."

Roman shifted, turning to me. Reacting, my eyes darted up at him, but I frowned as I was reminded of the amount of cigarettes in his mouth. Again-- why two? "Okay, Roman, that's taking the addiction too far,"

"Nu-uh," he managed to say with his mouth full. He also managed to smile, a knowing look in his eyes as he brought his hand up to his face. Roman left one cigarette between his plush lips, and I didn't have to be Sherlock Holmes to realize what he was planning to do with the other one.

I glared up at Roman as he held out the lit cancer-stick for me to take. "No," I prompted, shaking my head.

"Don't be a fucking wuss," he bit back, grinning down at me. 

"I'm not!"

Roman rolled his eyes, kicking off the wall. "Come on, open up,"

I felt my breath catch in my chest as he placed himself in front of me. He was towering over me, practically caging me in-- "No," 

Roman's laugh was warm, yet menacing. "Have a puff, at least,"

"No!"

"What is up with you? Have you never smoked or something?" 

"... Yeah, I haven't. So what?"

The following laugh was just as sinister. "I'll teach you, then,"

"I don't want you to teach me, drop it!--"

What happened next was beyond unexpected. Roman reached forward with his free hand, squeezing my nose shut with a harshness that hurt, which ultimately forced me to breathe through my mouth. Swiftly, he placed the cigarette between my lips, calmly taking a drag of his own before he pulled away.

As I inhaled the smoke, I managed to give him a proper kick before I succumbed to a heavy cough.

Roman only laughed. Over and over. The ridiculously pretty sound of it echoed through my brain as tears filled my eyes-- it felt like I was being choked by fire. Fire and smoke. Where was the fire alarm when I needed it? In my second act of rebellion, I threw my cigarette to the floor, stomping it repeatedly. "Hate you," was all I managed to force out, rubbing the tears out of my eyes.

Roman hummed, looking as amused as ever. He took a long drag from his cigarette, savouring the taste, savouring the smoke, before blowing out a perfect ring. It was clear that he had practiced that numerous times. I watched it evaporate into thin air as I tried to catch my breath, my gaze now darting to the single strand of brown hair that strayed from Roman's stylings, hanging over his eyes in a perfect, soft wave. 

He caught me staring, his green eyes darting back at me with newfound challenge. His voice lowered, his next words coming out in a husky breath; "I'm gonna make you smoke yourself dumb if you don't stay away. Do you know that?" Roman watched my every reaction, my every movement-- "I told you I'm not just friends with girls. That's not how I operate."

I did my best not to shudder, but it was damn near impossible. Sure, Roman was pretty and he had told me this numerous times, but there was no way in hell anything would happen between us. I would never allow myself to fall into that category of girls. "We can be friends," I tried, blinking away my remaining tears.

Roman sighed, tilting his head as he stared at me like I was the dumbest little puppy he had ever seen. "No," he said, effectively sinking his words into stone. They were permanent, a statement to remember. "We're not going to be friends."

"... Why not?"

With a simple shrug, Roman threw his finished cigarette to the ground. "Because people don't usually want to fuck their friends," His strikingly green eyes darted back at me as a smirk formed across his lips. "And I so desperately want to fuck you."

[miyamor]

❝ HIGH OR LOW; ❞

۶ৎ ft. t. iida navigation mha masterlist

۶ৎ everyday was a competition on which one of you would get higher marks and who could piss off who more. is it all you compete for, though?

sometimes I hate every single stupid word you say, sometimes I wanna slap you in your whole face

"there they go again." "do they ever quit?" "I'm telling you guys, neither of them have the right answer!"

it's 8am on a monday, and class 3-A's morning wouldn't be complete without the arguing voices for their class president and vice president. you and iida were arguing about what the correct answer is on the math problem the class was given to answer over the weekend.

"you are being unreasonably stubborn, ms. l/n. I assure you, I confirmed this answer with my brother and he has agreed that I am correct." iida's stern voice never fails to send shivers down the back of your neck. despite that, you don't stand down.

"oh yeah? and what if I told you I checked up with my older sister who's a math teacher? huh? what are you gonna do about that?" you cross your arms over your chest as you hear the snickers of your classmates from behind you. you see iida's eyes move towards them and drops his arms to his sides with a sigh. he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose before he speaks up again.

"nevertheless, it is now up to our mathematics teacher. thank you for taking up the time I could have used to review our history material, y/n." he walks past you to get back to his desk. you gasp in disbelief as you turn to face his back.

"are you calling me a waste of time?!" with no response from iida, you huff and turn to walk back to your desk as well. unknowing to the both of you, all your classmates' eyes were on you.

there's no one quite like you, you push all my buttons down, I know life would suck without you

"oh iidaaa~" he knows that voice. he knows that teasing tone even more. iida makes sure to take a deep breath before turning to face you. it's too early for this.

"how much did you get in the foreign languages test?" the way you looked up at him with doe eyes irked him even more. he was thinking about turning the other way and ignore you for the rest of the day, but he'd rather not spend his whole tuesday being bothered by you. he takes another deep breath before answering you.

"I scored 97 out of a 100. why do you ask?" "AHA! be honored by the presence of my 98." you shove the piece of paper closer to his face to get more of a reaction out of him. you didn't get exactly what you were hoping for though. all he offered you was a sharp glare before he promptly turned around and walked away. a smirk painted your lips and little did you know, the same exact smugness was on his lips too.

"don't you get tired of that?" ochako's voice startles you from behind. she places a hand on your shoulder and sneaks a peak on your test paper.

"what do you mean?" you turn around to face her, and you're greeted by the faces of ochako and midoriya.

"uraraka is referring to you and iida's arguing or teasing back and forth! you know, about your uh- grades and whatnot." midoriya ends his statement as he scratches the back of his neck.

"oh. nah." you reassure them with a smile. "it's what keeps me going, y'know" you pay no mind to their hesitant smiles as you look over your shoulder to find iida staring at you already.

at the same time, I wanna hug you, I wanna wrap my hands around your neck

wednesday's are the worst. the middle of the week means being in the middle of a pile of schoolwork. add on that you forgot to finish the assignment for aizawa's class the night before. oh, he's gonna kill you.

you've been paying no mind to the voices of your classmates around you for a good 20 minutes now, intent on finishing your assignment before aizawa walks through the door. you were just about to be finished when a test paper was placed on your desk. you didn't even have to look up to find out who was in front of you flaunting their test score. but you did.

a smug iida was standing in front of your desk, with the biggest smirk on his face. has he ever made a facial expression like that before? maybe when he was close to defeating bakugou in training? you didn't realize you were smirking until the boy in front of you had to clear his throat to get your attention.

"present mic had given me the benefit of distributing the corrected papers from our most recent english exam. and I just happened to see which one of us got the upper hand this time." you continued to stare at him, shamefully in fact. as a response, you crossed your arms and leaned back.

"are you saying we're even now, mr. pres? would you like a reward for that?" you offer him a smile. your doe eyes were gone know.

"no thank you." just now the two of you notice how your classmates had gone quiet around you. you peak around iida to see mr. aizawa standing in front of the class. you clear your throat and downcast your eyes as iida turns around to confirm who was behind him.

"good morning, mr. aizawa. I apologize for the-"

"just sit down."

"yes sir." iida gives you one last look before walking to the back of the class to take his seat.

you're an asshole but I love you, and you make me so mad, I ask myself

"what do you think you're doing?" tenya freezes right before he pulls cash out of his wallet. he gives you a blank stare, signaling he's not too amused with what you're trying to do.

"paying for our meal, darling. what does it look like I'm doing?" he points out the obvious and proceeds to place cash onto the receipt for the kind waitress to take. tenya thanks her and focuses his attention back towards you. you were staring at his wallet on the table with possibly the biggest pout you have ever given him so far. he breathes out a laugh before consulting you.

"why, my love? what's wrong?" he places a hand over yours on the table and makes sure he's looking into your eyes as he addresses you. you look up to meet his gaze.

"you got the higher score yesterday, it should be me paying for you." your pout didn't fade as you spoke. all tenya could do was offer you a gentle smile and a shake of his head.

"it doesn't matter which one of us gets a higher grade when it comes to us eating out, y/n. school matters stay in school only. okay?"

"okay." you reluctantly agree. you couldn't do anything about it now anyway, he already paid.

"now, finish your dessert so we could still make it to the movie premiere you wanted to watch."

why I'm still here, or where could I go, you're the only love I've ever known

it was finally the last day of the school week. and it just so happen that you and tenya were heading out of the dorms at the same time. no one was around, leading you to let your guard down and drown yourself in conversation with him. the walk from the dorms to your classroom was a rough 5 minutes anyway. you have more than enough time before you have to do the rivals act in front of your classmates.

maybe you should have paid more attention to your surroundings, though. you were just beginning to switch to a different topic with tenya when you heard multiple gasps around you. tenya had opened the door for you, and- since when were the two of you holding hands? your eyes shifted to a flustered izuku and a grinning ochako.

you turned to look at tenya and you were more than relieved to be met with nothing but his gentle smile. you breathe out a laugh and untangle your fingers with his and walked straight to your seat, ignoring the eyes that were on you. the only pair of eyes you cared about were tenya's, after all.

but I hate you, I really hate you, so much I think it must be true love

© miyamor 2025 please do not edit, translate, or repost onto any other platform

[aakeysmash]

Roommate or boss?

part 2, part 3, part 4

Pairing: f!reader x Katsuki Bakugou.

Warnings: none, really. AND THEY WERE POSSIBLE ROOMMATES, MAYBE?

Context: 3k words. Reader is a barista and she only meets Bakugo at the end of this </3. He’s her boss but she doesn’t know. I don’t delve into this tho, just so you know. They’re both 22.

A/N: never thought I’d write a slow burn but I HATE not giving context. This is just me yapping with zero grammar context whatsoever. The reader is super oc in this one, but all the girl names I thought about were UGLY. Let me know what you think about it!

“No.”

“Come onnnn it’s gonna be just this one time” pleads your best friend from the other end of the phone.

“Ochaco, you know I hate when you pull this shit” you reply, while putting your jacket on.

“I knowww, but listen, me and the cute guy have had NO time for ourselves lately and-“

“And you’re leaving me doing this assignment with who knows who? We’re always partners for physics, you know I can’t do it all alone and you can’t phrase your deductions to save your life. We complete each other. You’re my soulmate. Why are you leaving me for a guy?” you whine, while closing the door of your apartment and walking towards your car.

“It’s gonna be just this one time, I promise! It’s not like we’re gonna fail. I think. I hope…” she mumbles.

You sigh. “If we do fail, you’re getting your ass beaten, I am so for real” you concede after thinking about it. You start your car and put your phone on speaker.

“BABEEE I love youuuu! You know you’re the only one for me! I promise to finally tell you all the details on Saturday” she squeals.

You wince. “Nah, I can’t this Saturday. I have to work, manager is on vacay. Maybe Sunday?” you said, knowing she will start rambling.

“Y/N just leave that place, they don’t even value you as a person, let alone as a worker. Plus, your manager is a bitch” Ochaco says sternly. “I still haven’t got over the fact she makes you work double shifts just because she wants to be in Bali with her new stupid tomboy. Who, by the way, cheats on her. You said so yourself, and I heard him and your colleague going at it that one time I came to visit you last week -not Momo, bless her heart, how is she by the way?- oh and he steals her money. And-“

“I need the money, and I do love to make coffees for the nice old ladies that tip me” you interrupt your more-than-protective best friend, knowing that she could go on complaining for hours if you didn’t stop her. “Also, I just got to the cafe and I’m already running late. I’ll text you when I get off, okay? Love you”.

“Yeah yeah. Don’t overwork yourself too much, love you” and you hang up.

You and Ochaco have been friends since you were babies. Your parents were neighbours back in your hometown, and your moms coincidentally got pregnant in a span of 2 months apart from each other. You have been attached to the hip all of your school years, and fortunately you have been accepted at the same campus at university. You moved to different apartments because you wanted to be independent, but you are still living pretty near each other. You are enrolled in literature, while Ochaco has a passion for astronomy; you had chosen physics as a bonus class for some extra credits since Ochaco said it would be easy and you trusted her, but she didn’t take into consideration that you failed math throughout all of high school, and she had to save your ass multiple times in the past. You’ll never forget her face when she got an 86% on one of the graded tests she did for you: she was so disappointed she made you ask the professor to redo the test, which you barely knew the basics of. She got 100%, and the professor congratulated you (her) for being such an overachiever. You never felt more ashamed of yourself and proud of your best friend at the same time. On the other hand, she made you do her English essays on a monthly basis, so she really wasn’t in the place to complain about doing all the dirty work for you.

You had partnered up with her since she was a genius, but she met this “cute guy” a month ago and was head over heels for him. She still hasn’t said his name to you, all you know is that he is a part of the physics course and he apparently just stole your assignment partner.

You sigh inwardly. Sometimes you wished love could come to you as easily as it comes to Ochaco. She is a lover girl at heart, nicer than anybody could ever hope to be, but she sure could bite if she had to. She has been there for some of the worst moments of your life, and you have done the same for her. You really didn’t know what you would do without her. Maybe you should get her an apology pastry from the cafe’s leftovers to make up for the last two missed Saturdays (“they’re for the girls!” she said, and you meticulously met up every week up until you had gotten a job).

You’re a bit distracted by thinking about her when you get into the place you work at. It’s a cute cafe, a little bit too orange for your taste, but it’s cozy enough to make work pleasurable. Plus, it’s 5 minutes from your apartment (15 if you walk, but you are lazy). They pay on time, the coffee is good and the clientele isn’t too bad. If it wasn’t for-

“You’re 32 seconds late. You’re getting a formal complaint this time” says your manager, waiting for you with her arms crossed.

“Put that on the note that says I worked 8 extra hours a week for the last 5 months. Hello to you too, weren’t you supposed to be in the Philippines or whatever by now?” you say sickening sweet, with the fakest smile you can muster, while you pass next to her to get to the room behind the register.

“Shut your smart mouth up before I get you fired!” she almost screams. Some of the people at the table near her look at her like she’s crazy before going back to their cappuccino.

“My oh my miss Utsushimi, it’s not nice to use that tone before the rush hour” you reply, giving an apologetic look at your regulars next to her.

“Mpfh, whatever. Close up this place when you’re done, the boss will probably be in to ask you for the keys at the end of your shift. I’ll be MIA for the next two weeks, bye” she says to you. Then she turns around and smiles sweetly at the clients who previously looked at her with distaste and lies “pregnancy hormones I hope, me and my man are trying for a baby, I’m sorry for scaring you!”. You know damn well she had an IUD appointment last week, because she made you work instead of working herself. Fake bitch.

Without saying anything else, she leaves the place.

“I hate her ass so much”, says someone next to you.

You snicker. “Who doesn’t, Momo?” you face her with a genuine smile.

“Never leave me alone with her ever again, you know I can’t survive this place without you, work wifey” she kisses your cheek fast, before going back to making coffee for a client at the register.

“Ochaco will be hearing about this and she’ll slap you” you laugh heartily.

“I love her too, she’s my work wifey’s wifey, so she’s basically my wifey” she winks at you.

After a few more laughs here and there, you both go back to work like usual.

A couple of hours pass and it’s closing time. Momo waves you goodbye, clocking out. “I’m so tired I could sleep on the floor right now” she whines.

“Yeah, how about no. Let’s go, babe. We don’t want to drag Y/N’s time” says her boyfriend, Shoto, who shoots you a nod of acknowledgement before placing a hand on her lower back and escorting her out of the cafe. “I remember suffering at closing times, let’s leave her be and go home” he nudges your colleague, smiling down at her. He has been inside the cafe a lot in the years you’ve worked here, sometimes picking Momo up. Momo says he was one of the best bartenders the cafe ever had, but he found a job that payed him more and he decided to leave. You couldn’t blame him.

“See you soon, you two lovebirds!” you reply, waving a hand of your own.

Now all alone since even the waiters have gone home, you clean up the counter before packing up the pastry for Ochaco.

“Damn, I have to wait for the boss to give him the keys” you remember, rubbing your face.

You wait 45 minutes before a redhead makes his way into the cafe. He seems busy on the phone with someone.

“I’m here, let me just get- fuck no I don’t wanna talk to Camie about it, Baku- no, wait- fire? Are you going to take her place and finally come down here like the boss you are? Yes, I know- what? And where would we- what do I have to do with all of this? No, I’m going home- fuck, he hung up” the man sighs, before turning his body towards you.

“Sorry to have kept you waiting, not really manly from me” he smiles, looking sorry.

“Oh don’t worry about it!” your smile was really stretched, and you think he notices, because he says “sorry” again. “The manager said to give you the keys. So you’re the boss?” you say politely, stretching your hand with the keys towards him.

You’ve seen him multiple times, he’s a regular. He always gets the same order (one black coffee and one hot chocolate with extra cinnamon), and he always tips you and Momo well. Today he seems distressed.

“I wouldn’t wish to be the boss, to be fair. You could say I’m his right hand. Where’s Camie? Boss needs to talk to her in private before next week comes” he sighs.

“She said she’ll be gone for two weeks” you reply, confused.

“And who said she could do that?” Kirishima, you think that’s his name since you’ve written it on his order just yesterday, looks at you in disbelief. You shrug. “I don’t ask. The less I know about her, the better I feel about working here”. You start to pack your things up, before going towards the door with the man following behind you closely.

“This is nuts. I hate doing job interviews” he mumbles fast, turning the key in the lock. You raise an eyebrow, what is he even talking about?

“Do you live near? If not, I could give you a ride. I’d hate losing the only barista who makes boss man’s drink good enough to not make him pissy” he says, while pointing to his car.

You laugh. “It’s just a hot chocolate. Tell him he should try it with a few drops of hot sauce in it. Sounds disgusting but it’s actually pretty good. Also don’t worry, I live just down the street”. He nods and you wave each other goodbye.

“It does sound horrible. Thanks again for waiting, see you tomorrow for the same exact order I always make” he grins, then gets in his car and drives away, not after seeing you get in your car as well.

Once at home you call Ochaco, who’s “been worried sick, you never get home this late”.

“Y/N you seriously need a roommate. Did you even eat?” she reprimands.

You sigh. “I have to meet someone tomorrow. But you know, girls tend to look at you weirdly when you say you need them to know how to cook. They feel like you’re looking for a maid. Like, I can’t eat sandwiches every day like I did with the last roommate I had” you explain while opening your fridge. Sausages and smashed potatoes from yesterday will do the job for today.

“The psycho who thought vegetables made her look weak? Freak” you hear your best friend snicker. “At what time are they coming over?”

You groan and say “8 am. It’s a guy this time. Who wakes up before 8 am at uni? He’s already lost 2 points for this” while gulping down your food.

Ochaco’s snicker is now a full laugh. “People who have their lives together, maybe? But pay attention, males scare me” she replies quieting down.

“Yeah yeah. I’m gonna sleep now, text me the deets for Sunday, okay?” you clean your plate and go to the bathroom to wash your teeth.

“Will doooo. Good night, babe” she smooches on the mic before hanging up.

After making sure you locked your apartment door, you go to your bed, where you manage to fall asleep in thirty seconds.

The next morning you’re brutally awakened by the sound of your doorbell. You look at your phone screen: 7:42 am.

“Who the fuck is it now?” you grumble, before going down the stairs and looking through your peephole.

“Shitty hair I swear if this takes me more than 10 minutes… she hasn’t even opened the door. Yeah, she said 8 am, who cares if I’m early? I AM NOT the only one awake on a Saturday morning. Y’all are just lazy fucks” a blonde rudely says into his phone. You can hear him talking loudly from behind the door. You widen your eyes, before screaming “coming! Give me 5 minutes!” and rushing towards your bathroom to make yourself presentable. “Fuck, I forgot about the roommate appointment” you whine, while putting on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. At least they are clean.

You open the door to find a broad man staring at you menacingly. He’s kinda tall, kinda (really) fit, kinda underdressed for the winter. Kinda hot, too.

“Hi, how can I help you?” you offer him the nicest smile your still sleepy mind can muster.

He looks you up and down, before focusing on your face and levelling you with an indifferent look.

“You must be Y/N. I’m Katsuki Bakugo, we had to meet at 8 am for the spare room offer. I've been here for 15 minutes” he gruffly declares.

You add “rude” to your list of “kinda”. You don’t like his tone. -1 point.

“Yeah, and it’s 7:48” you bite back, your smile faltering while shaking his outstretched hand. He’s definitely going to the gym with the callouses he has.

“Come in, I’ll let you see what you’re getting yourself into”, you say, opening your door more.

You live in a nice apartment, you think. There’s a nice kitchen with a nice island that also serves as a table in front of it, a blueish couch in front of the tv, and a couple of steps that bring you to a corridor with three doors: your room, the spare one and the bathroom.

You describe everything while he stays in absolute silence next to you. It makes you feel uneasy. -1 point.

You just finished showing him the bathroom and are ready to tell him you don’t think he’s a good suitor when he finally speaks up.

“And how much do you pay for this shit?” he asks. Nice voice, you think. Gravelly and rough enough to not sound annoyingly forced. +1 point.

“500 a month” you reply, while returning to the kitchen.

“Your shower needs some work done, it leaks. Also, mold is starting to show on the bathroom ceiling, might wanna check on that. Your oven looks unusable in the condition it’s in. Small tv. At least you’re clean from what I've seen” he begins to say.

You frown and turn to look at him. Did this bitch talk for the first time in 15 minutes only to complain?

“Do you even know how to cook with said oven?” you say, ignoring everything else he just said, and giving him a nasty look.

He tsks. “Yes. Is this your way of asking me to cook you fucking breakfast? I don’t eat with lazy people who get out of bed at 11 am” he makes sure to say.

You scoff. Men really do find the audacity to say stuff like this nowadays? It seems like you've been out of the loop for too much.

“You showed up early. It’s a sign of disrespect, you know? Also no, I know how to fix myself something. I just don’t want you to burn my kitchen down to a crisp and smell takeout whenever I get home” you say in the rudest way you find possible.

He smirks before saying “might wanna check on that fucking attitude of yours too before I poison your food”, tapping your shoulder to get you out of the way and take out some pans. You showed him where to find them earlier on.

“What the fuck are you doing?” you say in disbelief. “This is still my kitchen. Get out”.

He rolls his eyes. “I’m making you fucking breakfast to say sorry for interrupting your princess sleep. Just make coffee while I come up with something. If you know how to make it, that is” he doesn’t even look at you while getting eggs, milk and bread out of the fridge.

You’re baffled. He’s making himself at home when you didn’t even say he was accepted.

“Wait, you’re still not-“

“I'll give you the money at the start of every month. I’ll paint the walls of the room, I hate that fucking green, but painters are scammers so I’m doing it myself. I’m clean, I’ll just need a spare key in a matter of days to take my shit here. I’ll keep myself in my room if you keep yourself in yours. Any further requests?” he interrupts you, assembling his french toasts on the pan.

You’re even more stunned. But you’ve always been quick with your thoughts, so you come up with something.

“I’ll say yes if those french toasts are good. If they’re not, your ass is out” you say, still not looking at him, while making coffee.

“Might say yes if you know how to make a hot chocolate from scratch instead of the poor coffee that machine will make” he watches you from the corner of his eye. You scoff, you’re a barista nonetheless: who does he think he’s talking to? Meanwhile, he could swear he knew you from somewhere.

“Deal”.

“Deal”.

Neither to say, the french toasts were “not that bad” and your hot chocolate was “barely fucking acceptable”.

[funnygirlthatbelle]

i suspect that a huge factor in the defense of students using gen ai (and academic dishonesty in general tbh) comes from the fundamental misunderstanding of how school works.

to simplify thousands of educator's theories into the simplest terms, there are two types of stuff you're learning in school: content and skills. content is what we often think of as the material in school- spelling, times tables, names, dates, facts, etc.- whereas skills are usually more subtle. think phonics, mental math, reading comprehension, comparing and contrasting; though students do those things often, the how usually isn't deemed as important as the what.

this leads to a disconnect that's most obvious when students ask the infamous "when will we use this in the real world?" they have- often correctly- identified content that the content is niche, outdated, or not optimized but haven't considered the skills that this class/lesson/assignment will teach.

i can think of two shining examples from when i was a kid. one was in middle school when they announced that we were now gonna be studying latin, and we all wondered why on earth they would choose latin as our foreign language. every adult promised us it'd be helpful if we went into medicine, law, or religion (ignoring that most of us didn't want to go into medicine, law, or religion), but we didn't buy that and never took it seriously. the truth was that our new principal knew that learning languages gets harder as you get older, and so building the skills of learning a language while it was easy for us was more important than which language we learned, and that's an answer twelve year old me would've actually respected.

similarly, my geometry class all hated proofs. we couldn't think of a single situation where you'd have to convince someone a triangle was a triangle and "look at it, of course it's a triangle" wouldn't be an acceptable answer. it was actually the band director who pointed out that it wasn't literally about triangles; it was about being able to prove or disprove something, anything using facts.

and so, so, so many assignments that are annoying as hell in school make more sense when you think about the skills as well as the content. "why do i have to present information about something the teacher obviously already knows about?" because research, verifying sources, summarizing, and public speaking are all really important skills. "why does this have to be a group project?" because you will have to work with other people in your life, and learning how to be a team player (and deal with people who aren't) is an essential skill. "why do we have to read these scientific articles and learn about graphs?" because if you can understand them, people can't lie to you about them.

now, of course, there's a lot we could do better- especially we as in the american school system. the reason i have an education minor but am not teaching is because of those issues. there are plenty of assignments that are busywork and teachers that are assholes and ways that the system is failing us.

but that doesn't mean you should cut off your nose to spite your face!

the ability to learn and grow and think critically is one of our most powerful tools as people. our brains are capable of incredible things! however, the same way you can't lift a car unless you consistently lift and build up to that, your brain needs to train in order to do its best.

so yeah, maybe chatgpt can write a five paragraph essay for you on the differences between thomas jefferson and alexander hamilton's governing philosophies. and maybe it won't even fuck it up! congratulations, you got away with it. but by outright refusing to use your brain and practice these skills, who have you helped? you haven't learned anything. worse, you haven't even learned how to learn.