#I was just so fucking tired for the first class (got up at 4am to get there in time rip)

[henreyettah]

Hello! Fellow teacher here. Feel free not to answer this publicly, it's just me giving out advice.

Tips for the voice: sing on your way to school to warm up your vocal cords and avoid drinking cold drinks because they can hurt your throat/vocal cords when you're talking a lot.

Also, it just comes with practice. I used to get a really sore throat by the end of the day, but now I can pretty much shout for several hours and I am fine. You could definitely use things like bells or whistles or anything that makes a loud noise (like a buzzer) to get their attention instead of shouting. I always do a countdown from 3 to 1.

Also, don't use your phone in lessons 😉

Love your art, btw 💙

Can't do the singing thing because I take the train :( sounds like a good idea tho!

Thankfully theres not that much lecturing involved in being an art teacher here, so I haven't had any issues with a sore throat (yet). Makes sense to avoid cold beverages!

My teacher at the school claps her hands when she wants the students to pay attention to her, I've thought about doing that too but idk it seems so abrasive and rough? too sudden, especially when the students are relaxed and not expecting loud noises? idk man it feels mean to suddenly take up sound space 😭😭(this is the swede in me talking btw)

I'm on desktop during classes because the teachers here are constantly on their laptops when they're not actively teaching, so no worries about that!

[4792beretta]

☆ ZERO DAY HCS ☆

i got a message in my brain telling me to write these

remember these are headcanons and just my silly thoughts so please don’t be mean to me if you don’t like some or disagree with them !!!

★ andre definitely drinks his coffee black, while cal likes his loaded with creamer and sugar

★ andre and cal had their first sleepover in eighth grade and ever since then they’ve made it a point to have one every single weekend they could

★ andre would be one of those kids in school who plays the knife game in the back of class

★ cal would be the worlds worst procrastinator when it comes to doing school assignments, and would only really do them when andre heckles him cause he’s tired of cal constantly copying his work

★ cal would totally take ap literature while andre would take ap government

★ i feel like cal would be willing to try anything, be it food, rides at amusement parks, skydiving, you name it. while andre would be super hesitant cause he hates having to go out of his comfort zone

★ cal would like elliott smith (i am totally projecting here) idk i just feel like he’d resonate with his music

★ andre would either like stuff like slayer or just not listen to music

★ something tells me andre would really enjoy the super gross horror films that almost have no plot and are just people getting destroyed in very creative ways. they’d help fuel his revenge fantasies

★ cal and andre share clothes and not even in like a cute “aw he’s wearing my clothes!” or “your closet is also my closet” way but in a “oh shit he left his shirt over at my house, eh i’ll give it to him later (forgets to give it to him so now it’s his shirt and honestly the other doesn’t care cause he didn’t even really like that shirt)” way

★ cal definitely giggles whenever it’s time to go to sleep at a sleepover. like he’s thinking about something funny that happened that day, or just cracking himself up cause it’s so quiet and because he knows andre gets pissed when he does that

★ speaking of which, andre goes to bed at like 9pm while cal goes to bed at 4am so while andre is trying to get sleep cal will fuck with him like putting his cold feet on his legs, poking his side, rolling on top of him, or shaking the bed really hard

IF YOU MADE IT THIS FAR THANKS FOR READINGGGGG !!! MIGHT MAKE MORE OF THESE IF I EVER GET MORE PREMONITIONS !!!

[rollthedicetheriverisourlife]

Drabble not

Im currently procrastinating my graded assignment so here I am, making a pitiful first attempt at writing a fic.

Part 1

Leona Kingscholar x fem reader

A bundle of words

summary : potion class gone wrong, featuring the man who could step on me and i'd apologize to him.

a/n : Khajajjaa i love him but i don't at the same time what

It was a relatively normal day at Night Raven College. The sun was starting to set and the last lesson was potion class with professor Crewel. You yawn, slinging your bag over your shoulders, and with a tired sigh, begrudgingly head to class. Thanfully it's the last period, but you just couldn't wait for the day to be over (well, the school technically since the day won't end until the sun sets..)

Fuck, I can't wait

As you go to class and take a seat in the back, you can't help but feel your eyes become droopy..it wouldn't hurt to take a little nap, would it ?

So you do just that, you take a nap and let your eyes fall shut, just for a moment.

Bam !

The sound makes you jump out of your skin, rudely waking you up. But before you can start complaining, your eyes meet Crewel's, glaring right back at you, his face just merely inches from yours.

You just stare back at him, taking the time to process what's happening. Shit

You got caught. Not that you were doing much to hide it anyways

You glance to the side to see Ace snickering, snickering at you.

Crewel narrows his eyes at you, "did you hear anything i was saying ? get up puppy, now is not the time to slack around. I would've given you a befitting punishment, but i'll be lenient just this time since you need to do groupwork. Oh right, and considering you didn't hear what i just said, you're paired up with Leona."

Well fuck. Just the day where you have to do groupwork, Ruggie somehow manages to drag Leona to class ? Somewhere on campus, Ruggie sneezes.

(A/n : OKAY NEVERMIND GUYS I JUST SPENT SEVEN HOURS DOING MY MATH ASSIGNMENT HOLY FUCK)

Ugh whatever, he'll probably sleep the whole time so i won't interact much with him, right ? I wished i could slack off classes like he does without suffering backlash, if only my life was as simple as his, just sleep eat and occasionally do magift.

Heck, how is he so jacked anyways ? he must have a crazy metabolism if he can sleep around all day and still get all the bitches.

or maybe he exercises in secret. okay no scratch that there's no way

"Hey, herbivore."

A familiar voice snaps you out of your daze.

To be continued...

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Holy fuck guys it's 4am and my eyes are half shut so i'm gonna write part two later (°-°)

[tnoy-keraxis]

💤(A headcanon about their sleep), ❤️‍🔥(A romantic headcanon), 💄(An appearance headcanon), 🪢(A headcanon about their family) with max and kyle and richie ? and maybe. ruth also. if u feel like it <3

yesyesyesyesyes thank you beloved these are such good characters for this. all under the cut because ough theres so much

💤(A headcanon about their sleep) Max: sleeps like a FUCKING LOG. he has slept through every fire alarm ever. he could sleep through a natural disaster. he snores too it is the worst. hes just obnoxious frankly. Kyle: insomniac, he has like a little basket ball hoop on the back of his door and does that to pass the time. he is so tired always. max has woken up in the middle of the night to him doing pushups. Richie: He doesnt get enough sleep he is up til 4am, he sleeps during class, peter shakes him awake constantly. He claims he isn't tired, he is a filthy liar. Ruth: She seems to be nocturnal. she is most active at like 3am texting peter and richie, they don't understand her. But then when they have sleepovers she is out at 9pm, they are so confused and concerned. ❤️‍🔥(A romantic headcanon) Max: he had never properly dated anyone, all the rumours were literally just that. the first person he dated was kyle, promptly followed by richie and peter. Kyle: him and brenda fake dating is so special to me <3 he took it so seriously he bought her a gift for their FAKE 9 day anniversary hes such an odd dude and he committed to the bit Richie: his first date with each of his partners was showing them a movie or a show that reminded him of them/their taste in film, because thats how he shows love Ruth: she falls in love so easy and so quickly she adores her partners with all she has she is the most loving woman to ever exist. no one gave her the time of day for so long, but when they did <3 she was so fucking devoted and i adore her

💄(An appearance headcanon) Max: he has like greyish eyes and i think kyle brings up how pretty they are all the time <3 Kyle: his front teeth have like 3 chips in them from him getting hit in the face (this is kyle being a wrestler again, he got smashed into the mat <3) he has not gotten them fixed and probably will never. Richie: he has so many freckles idk why he just does, and thats it thats the headcanon <3 Ruth: She tried to do the different hairstyle every day thing and gave up after a week <3 it was taking time that cut into her, texting her friends obsessively time (this is based on myself i had the same fucking bad hairstyle all through high school until i just cut my hair, because i didnt want to take the time)

🪢(A headcanon about their family) Max: *cracks knuckles* time to pull out the jagerman-van brunt-walker-swanson family tree-- (in all seriousness I think he is very close with an aunt or uncle of his, just as some kinda reprieve from his dad) Kyle: he has the biggest family imaginable. they have family holidays and reunions every other week and kyle is so close with all of them there is no one he doesnt like. theyre the most obnoxious family. Richie: Richie has a brother (miles lipschitz my beloved) and a little sister, they watch anime together and are the best of friends tbh, the lipschitz household is weirdly peaceful. Ruth: Her parents (and brother) are complete and utter dorks they encourage all of her antics, they are proud of everything she does ever. the whole family dress up as padme, anakin, luke and leia for halloween every year.

[kalyri]

I have had so much Hogwarts Legacy shit shoved in my face over the last week I am so fucking tired of it. Because I’m reminded over and over again that I used to love the books. I loved the books, the world, the characters, the parks, the merchandise. And ever since Joanne decided to go off on her transphobe tangent publicly and without shame, I’ve been faced with how much I actually didn’t like it growing up.

I’ve gone back through the memories of how I started Harry Potter as a literal child—I was 9 when I got my first HP book, which was funnily enough the third book in the series. And it took me years to even try to read them. And the first one? I never read myself, my mom would spend 20-30 minutes every night before I went to bed reading a chapter to me. That’s how I read the first book. And I remember it was nice, but the book wasn’t good until after the halfway point. I was bored until halfway through when the mystery of the stone started to pick up. I remember it being work to start each book and get to the good parts. I remember only wanting to do it to begin with because all of my friends at school were reading these books. And I didn’t understand how it had gone under the radar for me—someone who was reading constantly.

And then I was getting them release day from my Grandad. I remember getting a wrapped present from him that sat on a shelf the day before anyone else I knew had it. It was the Goblet of Fire. And it sat there until my birthday, July 31st. And so it became an obligation to get through each book. Although I do remember enjoying them at this point—I liked Prisoner of Askaban because of the time shenanigans and the possibility of Harry getting to live with Sirius, away from his abusive aunt and uncle, didn’t really like GoF until the end of the TriWizard tournament, liked the OotP for literally a second because of the Order, didn’t mind HBP, but the hermione/Ron thing was thrown out of left field at me and didn’t like that, and never read the final book. And that’s just plot stuff that stuck with me.

It was a book series I connected with some friends on, and was teased by teachers and students alike for reading when I moved to the east coast. These books were a big ticket item for AR for my English classes, which was a brand new thing for me when I switched coasts. Forced to read for points? Wtf? Yeah. So I was teased for reading them because they were easily 50-150 points depending on the book. I remember finishing the 5th book in class, and the teacher stopped class! And made me take the AR test on her computer! And I remember being afraid to not get a 100% that I actually went back and checked my answers. I *never* went back and checked answers on any tests, AR or otherwise, growing up. I hated AR so much. Got a 100% on that one, btw.

I was so excited for the movies, I remember that. Because seeing what I’d envisioned in my head in a shorter media? Hell yes! I always loved the idea of seeing magic and fantasy worlds in front of my eyes instead of in my head. And now it was happening. I loved the movies—I didn’t care how much they got wrong, because they were interesting from the second they started playing. Whereas I had to slog through so much intro before I started enjoying the books—which wasn’t a thing I had an issue with, with other books I read, like Narnia or this one dragon book that I fucking loved that my teacher let me keep from her classroom library. I thought this was normal, because the Hobbit was also like this for me (but the Hobbit was a slog for a different reason).

Anyway move on to the explosion of popularity—video games, merch, parks, etc. And I liked it all. I remember playing one of the game boy advanced games until like 4am once, wasn’t my game so I had to finish it while my friend was spending the night. I remember when my parents took me and my brother to Universal and I got to indulge in my shared interest in HP with my brother. I got my Slytherin bag, pin, I got a couple wands. All that good stuff. Something I got to do with my family, my brother specifically.

But the bag started falling apart before we left the park, the pins weren’t painted correctly, and the wands were made out of shitty plastic. Like I get it, make it as cheap as possible and sell it for more… but you could buy handmade shit like this for around the same amount and it would be well made. I still had all of it somewhere in the black hole that is my closet. Idk what I’m going to do it, I joked with my sister about throwing it away, she suggested a bonfire. So *shrug*.

This is the one franchise that I wish I’d grown out of. You hear people be like “you still play video games? Grow up!” I wish this was like that, that I’d grown up and away from HP. Because every new thing I learn about this world pisses me off.

I hate that Joanne ruined it and forced me to think about it all again, in a different light. I was content to never have to look back on my feelings about HP ever again, because I gave the books to my mom. They were from her Dad, who is no longer alive, a connection to him. I can’t even stand to look at them anymore.

Every new piece of information about the world building (or lack thereof), every new snippet about the characters and their bad design and poor name choice, every new thing Joanne likes to toss in at a whim—it just makes me glad that I never finished the damn books. I hate her, I hate her so much. She’s tainted the memories, the connections, the worlds I’ve envisioned in my head as I read these books. Because she just *had* to be a racist transphobe. Fuck her.

I was never interested in the new game, and now I never will be. I have no urge to play it—I caught like 10 minutes of a YouTube video and noticed the animations are bad, what little story telling i saw was flat as fuck, and the spell casting mechanics aren’t anything new. I flinched when the goblins came onscreen, because I never saw them as bad before. I just thought they were a race that liked bureaucracy and running a bank—I thought they liked numbers and counting things, as a child. But now I know what they are, what they represent, and I fucking hate it.

I was talking to my sister about how much I just didn’t want to hear about this game anymore, and through the conversation, my brother in law came through the microphone saying “if you just strip away the politics and play it, it plays really well. It’s a good game” and I flat out told him it’s a piece of hot garbage. And then I listed off the reasons to my sister. You can’t strip away the politics of a game that was made about politics. You can’t. And I can’t enjoy a world perverted by a racist transphobe. And I felt bad for bringing it up, but I didn’t want to hear my sister gush about the game because I knew one of them was playing it—turns out I’d forgotten she doesn’t like HP and never has. But I wanted to lay out that boundary, the same one I’m going to have to lay out with my brother when we’re in the same house again, because he’ll want to talk about it, or play it with me, and I’ll have to tell him no again.

God I’m just so angry about this. For so many different reasons. But mostly I’m just tired. I wish HP was a thing I’d just left to my classmates and stayed with writing my wolf girl stories and reading my dragon books.

[bubsub69]

Entry 2

14/05/2023 22:47

Well might as well start all entries with how my sleep schedule is, i had an afternoon nap so i might not sleep enough tonight but better than being up at 4am because i tried going to sleep at like 11pm and it went horribly wrong.

Reason for writing today? well while before looking at cute couple stuff like hugging and cuddling would make me cry now a porn video that wasnt even my first time watching made me cry because the couple seemed really happy and having a good time even though the girl was probably laughing cause she ruined the dudes orgasm on his face (video: https://www.redgifs.com/watch/quaintelderlyvireo#rel=tag%3Aruined-orgasm%2Cchastity%2Ca;order=trending)

I guess i should start with yesterday, with the blessing of the folders/briefcases whatever, it was as bad as expected so at least not worse than expectations, a very late start as a lot of people expected followed by a walk a queue to sit down, a small sermon and then speeches from each course. The worst part honestly might have just been the sun, it was blazing hot and i think i got sick from it, my nose was extremely fucked last night and still kinda is. After that we went to have lunch at a crisp 3pm and the food arrived at like 4, thank god my body has a high hunger resistance or i mightve killed someone, i spent a lot of time at the restaurant but at least i got to be with my cousin so it was actually pleasant, at the end we went to the lake garden to take some pictures for some reason and then went home (the for some reason comes from the fact we already had like 40 photos on the camera alone and went to take more).

idk why i wanted to write down what happened yesterday this was supposed to be more about emotions than story but oh well who can stop an autist from rambling.

But going to aforementioned (wow that was the word whos spelling i really had to look up, why am i spellchecking a personal diary? cause fuck you i want to, anyway another autistic rambling aside) emotions, those ribbons made me feel kinda weird when i reread them cause everyone was saying congrats on the hard work and for beating this challenge but i feel like its undeserved cause its not like i put a huge amount of effort studying, i barely passed some stuff which is definetly something im not proud of but yeah i feel like i slacked off most of the year even though ive never missed classes or failed to deliver a project, i guess im just associated with the studying part of school instead of this which is better honestly, even if i get stressed like now where i have a shit ton of stuff to do and am over procastinating as usual, but yeah, a lot of good jobs for a meh performance feels kinda weird.

But enough about school heres an update on D, today is sunday which matches the same day as the day of the call so how was her availability? well she gave me a maybe and then said that apparently her visa is expiring and shes super stressed out, well that seems like something way too complex for an excuse/lie so i believe her more but yeah her moving again is definetely going to make her busy again so i guess no calls for me.

Really feeling like a piece of shit that thats all the care i can muster for it, shes like about to get formally deported and im out here complaining shes too busy for me, and the worst is i decided to get a keyholder on chaster just to satisfy me, it feels like cheating i dont know why, we had some mild texting and a call and ive already like fallen in love and feel like a traitor, but i guess im tired of waiting and it might be for the best to move on if she just wants to stay an acquaintance (well new record for biggest spelling blunder), but yeah i feel like im giving up too soon cause i really liked her and just moving on feels really bad but what can i do when she doesnt show any interest, i mean not only does she not text back she also hasnt asked anything about me, which i guess is kinda fair for most boring person in the world whos hobbies are gaming and youtube, yippy, i guess ill wait again, this time im gonna do a week of no texting to see if she ever sends me something, she will be busy with the moving so she probably wont but oh well whatcha gonna do, not like shed say yes to a call in these circumstances either, i still wish i could help her but i dont think i can just ask dad if he has a contact with the visa man to hurry her process, but i did imagine that cenario

I guess switching to a different type of emotion to put some variety in this yesterday i fucked up the gamepads usb port out of anger but i think i tricked my parents by saying i saved the computer from falling, and on other hardware problem news theres a screw that i think broke the plastic around it so know the case keeps disconnecting from the rest. This was a shitty story but at least its not all about being sad and lonely

Well a bit of a blunder of an ending but oh well heres entry two, if the lady i messaged to be my keyholder replies the update will be here:

[talietikasero]

as if my night couldn't get any worse

so today i had an exam in my econ class. i walked in 20 mins later but my professor actually cares about his students so i wasn't in trouble or anything. i didn't study because my inability to focus and, well, y'know, study obviously affected it, but it was open everything and i googled some of the answers. 630pm rolls around and i knew for a fact i wasn't going to finish in time, yet i answered like 95% of the test. there were two of four short answer questions i didn't complete but i at least tried them. maybe he'll be nice again and give me some credit for at least trying

to cheer myself up because i felt like shit on the drive home, i got a smoothie from the local smoothie shop before i returned home. i should've bought another because the first thing my mom does when i get up to my room is berate me for forgetting to do something. my room is constantly a mess for reasons below ⬇️

i am never home because i work full time, go to school full time, and when i am home, i'm tired as all fucking shit. i am an insomniac so i stay up until like 3 or 4am california time and have to wake up by 10am at the latest if i want to avoid jumping into the shower and leaving as soon as i'm done to catch the bus to work. i fucking hate my job but i'm bearing through it because i'm aiming to get out by summer -- at least that's when i'd graduate and my car's paid off

my bitch ass mom has the fucking nerve to call me an idiot to my face because she fucking overreacts to the smallest things. i didn't show anything (my facial expression was blank and i stared off to the side to avoid eye contact) and she just had to go as far as mockingly ask "did i hurt your feelings?" no fucking shit bitch!! i remained silent because i knew i was going to say the wrong thing, she raised her voice even louder, and i don't know if it's a good or bad thing that i'm unfazed by whatever she can throw at me. my habit of biting my nails is a good thing because i scratch and apply pressure to the rest of my left hand with my thumbnail whenever i'm annoyed. if i did have a nail, i'm sure my hand would be covered in open cuts and bleeding by now :/

she told me to pack my stuff and get out, to which i just closed the door and stood there in silence. my stepdad woke up and took over so it wouldn't end up with me out on the street at like 10pm. i do appreciate he's at least trying to act as a neutral mediator but he didn't completely fix things

[lgbtvegas]

ignore this pls. just need a place to get my feelings out.

mental health tw, suicide tw, suicidal thoughts tw, self harm thoughts and tendencies tw

its sad that i dont even know what to type. im just going fucking insane. i haven't felt this crazy since I tried to kill myself when I was fucking 15. like i feel like a fucking nutjob right now and it won't stop. i have no one to talk to, even if my "friends" say they are there for me, I know they tired of my bs. the last time I tried talking to my friend she fucking left me on read cause shes so tired of my bullshit. i'm so fucking tired of my bullshit. i can never get out of my goddamn head. and everyone thinks im fucking okay cause I act like the fucking class clown at work and make everyone laugh. when I want to just kill myself atp. i havent self harmed myself since I was 15 either but some people disagree on this fact. I have a problem with digging holes in my skin and my therapist definitely thinks its that or an anxiety tick. I only get one day off of work a week and my therapist was all booked up for that day two weeks ago so I havent seen her. cause its like my responsibility to actually make an appointment but like me trying to help myself??? lmao. nice one. basically all this shit was triggered by my fucking hypochondriac tendencies. i had a uti like 2 weeks ago and I don't think the antibiotics they put me on got rid of it completely so I went back and got another urine test done which of course, like I expected came up positive but it also said I had ketones in my urine which of course, having access to a cellphone with a data plan, i immediately googled what that meant. now im like 1000000% positive I have diabetes, even though the doctor said its unlikely. I made an appointment to get my blood drawn to find out for sure but as I previously said, I only get one fucking day off and now I have to sit and wait till next fucking Thursday to find out if I have it or not. I don't know how I'm gonna make it that long. Im already going so fucking crazy I don't know what to do. the doctors office said they won't take blood without an office visit first (money hungry much??) so I can't just go in and ask to get my blood done. And I can't go to the hospital because I don't even know what I'd say to go there and have my blood drawn. nothing really makes me smile anymore. what am I gonna do if i do have it??? what am i gonna do if i don't???? i need answers to my fucking questions and no one will give me any. im fucking nauseous, im shaking, i just wanna sleep 24/7 so i don't have to fucking deal with this anymore. Since i was off today, I slept the whole day. I would wake up for a couple minutes, realize that I did not fucking want to be awake and I went back to sleep. Eventually I was waking up every like 30 minutes cause I wasn't tired but idc, i wanted to be asleep. and now I have to go to work at 4AM and be the happy cheerful person I'm supposed to be so that everyone has a good day. Since I'm the boss, I can't be fucking sad or depressed. I'm so sick and tired of being crazy. Like im fucking exhausted from all this shit. Everything, everyday is becoming so much and I don't know how to handle it anymore. I'm on the highest dose of my antidepressants and an extra anxiety med, and Im like still like this???? why is my brain a piece of shit????? why am I a piece of shit??? like i derive all my happiness from other things and those things end and idk what to do. like BTS going on hiatus???? lol kms. Stray Kids are in America rn and I can't afford to go cause life??? I'm teaching myself a bunch of different languages and It's literally so pointless cause I have no friends and no one to talk to so like who am I speaking to in Korean??? myself. One part of my brain speaks Korean or whatever language and I respond in English. Our conversations are truly riveting. I would put the eyeroll emoji here but its only in my recently used on my phone and I'm posting this on my laptop and I'm too fucking lazy to go and find it. KinnPorsche ends in like a week and a day???? fuck bro. The only thing I have is Doctor Who. That show is my rock. Anyway this is just dumb.

[inkyquince]

Aight it's 4am, round 315.

Except it's less horny. Mainly because I LOVE revenge stories. Legit watched and read the count of Monte Cristo a thousand times. Love a revenge. And I just wanna wind up and smack these lads. Also I live on spite, I love being petty, I do recommend it.

content warning. Avery being kind of a dick, annoyed avery, and lastly, pining avery.

Avery dropped you a year or two after you graduated. Not going to lie, you expected that, but not the twist in your stomach when he started picking up one of the other orphans, their uniform ruffled the same way yours was after Avery dropped them off from school.

He probably didn't see the harm in dropping you. Didn't actually see what an actual go getter you were. His old sugar babies barely scratched the surface of the socialite world, but you had been different. Not to pull a I'm not like other hoes, but it was the truth. The wealthy looked down at low cost whores despite being frequent users, but they love a high cost courtesan, and if they left Doren's class with a goddamn Distinction in English? HOO. When no one was looking, you had risen through the ranks so far that Quinn would buy your time just to have you on her arm at parties. Everyone loves a beloved... Accountant.

So, let's just say that neither Avery nor his date expected to see you at one of Quinn's do's. You didn't really go out for dinners, Briar liked treating his favourite worker and Briar wouldn't be seen dead at a restaurant Business Majors would deem popular. The parties Avery was invited to had changed somewhat. He no longer had the town's favourite orphan on his arm so while his invitation didn't get lost, they did happen to be a bit more sparse than they used to be. Hotel rooms? Well, people certainly did pay you enough to share one with them.

An old friend of Avery's had invited him and while his date wasn't immaculately dressed, he overlooked it for the fact that there were going to be noticeable faces at this get together.

Horrifically, there was no one more noticeable than his old date. While you and Avery didn't see each others as exes, or former romantic partners in any capacity, others evidently did, given how you two were never seen together anymore. Avery might ha expected to be held in somewhat high esteem for discovering you, but let's be real, who ever cared about people who found stars in the first place.

He felt his skin start to prickle as he and his date got drinks and he could just see you out of the corner of his eye. Using the techniques that Avery had drilled into you. Drinking your date's preferred poison, for your and Quinn's case, wine. Being charming, but obviously more interested in whom's arm you were clasping. Letting them tug you around the room, drinking in the attention paid to you. Most of all, never turning down a dance they asked you for.

Something he also thought he taught you, was to look at him. You knew he was there. Yet not a single smile was given to him, not even a fucking glance. A far cry from how you used to hang off him, eager to strip for him, hot little mouth always parted for his kisses.

Avery led his date over to you and your own. This was no longer a Quinn focused endeavour. He did admit... Right now he struggled to remember why he dropped you. You didn't look tired or over worked as an proper adult, free from your school uniform. There was something horrifically attractive about the new way you held yourself too. Or maybe it was the form fitting clothes that Quinn probably pawed you into.

You didn't even fucking acknowledge him. Too busy admiring Quinn, who greeted Avery in a Luke warm manner. It was fake, of course. You were just too good at your job, looking infatuated. It stirred something in his stomach. Made him want to grind his teeth.

The ride home was mainly silent, Avery not even requesting the kiss or strip before handing over the money. He did give the orphanage a lingering look. You probably didn't even live there anymore, so why was he staring hard at the door like past you was going to float out, dressed to the nines and looking so cutely up at him.

With the image of how you used to see him, Avery's resolve collapsed.

The next Saturday, he didn't drive into town to keep an eye out as he usually did. No, he walked into the brothel, thick wad of notes in his pocket. Avery just needed to have you, his little flaunty, whore, his sunshine, under him once again.

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[peachycoreroo]

what about some haikyuu boys trying to explain how morning erection works to their s/o? if you could include Kuroo, Sugawara, Oikawa and Satori I'd be more than grateful 🥺

characters: kuroo tetsurou, sugawara koushi, oikawa tooru, tendou satori

genre: smut, a miiiini plot bc i can't control myself

word count: 1.2k

warnings: fem!reader but can be read as gn!reader, also kinda oblivious!reader?, established relationships, the slightest somnophilia (reader is just grinding while oikawa is asleep, he wakes up immediatly tho), handjob, morning wood (obvs), implied sex

authors note: omg this was my first ever request, thank you sm anonnie! i'm so sorry bc i'm pretty sure i got carried away and only kuroo and tendou really fit your request, but i still hope you'll like it<3 this was actually really hard bc i was so anxious about fucking up my first request, i also didn't really know much about morning woods (well now i do heh) and i find tendou kinda hard to write for but i really wanted to make anon happy. i stayed up till 4am for this🧍‍♂️here's a link to my masterlist<3

pt.2: kageyama tobio, haiba lev, hinata shoyo

kuroo tetsurou:

„your dick does what, why now?”

kuroo rolled his eyes. this is the third time he has to repeat himself and you still look at him as if you’ve never heard anything more complicated in your life.

sighing, the tall male leaned back against the headboard of your shared bed, trying to make himself as comfortable as he could, with you finally quenching your curiosity about his morning wood, and said morning wood pressing against his boxers and your sheets.

“one more time, y/n, there’s a number of reasons. first of all, the male body has its peak of testosterone in the morning. basically, the sudden increase of the hormone in the changing stages from being asleep to waking up, can get your guy up.” as he saw you open your mouth to ask a question, he immediately followed with: “yes, even without actually being aroused”, effectively making you shut your mouth again. the fact that he knew exactly what you wanted to ask, made him chuckle. kuroo knew you like the back of his hand.

“another one is that my body is aware of what’s going on, even when i’m asleep. if your ass grazes my dick, it’s gonna react.” grinning proudly, you sat yourself in his lap, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders.

“mhh, i’m glad you can’t resist me, even in your sleep. so… you want some help with that?”

the dark-haired male decided to play along, putting his large hands on your waist, pulling you closer and leaning in, just to stop a few inches from your lips and murmur: “you know, i could also just need to pee really bad”, making you lean back and stare at him dumbfounded.

as much as he wanted to actually teach you about this topic, kuroo would never pass up an opportunity to tease you.

sugawara koushi:

as suga jerked awake, he immediately became aware of his severe case of a morning wood. not only that, but he could also feel your ass pressed up snugly against it.

once the sleep slowly drained from the man’s eyes, he noticed that it was still dark outside and quickly checked the time to see his alarm clock reflecting the numbers 5:50 a.m. back at him. he knew he had to get up at 6 if he wanted to be an exemplary teacher and get to school earlier to prepare for class, but with the way your ass was pushing against his hard dick, his mind was too clouded by lust to care. he needed you, and he needed you now.

“baby, wake up”, in suga’s husky morning voice was the first thing you heard as you were gently stirred awake. when you cracked your eyes open, the silver-haired man was already kneeling between your legs, cock heavy and leaking against your panties.

yawning, you asked concerned: “kou’? what’s wrong? is everything okay?”

not being able to wait any longer, sugawara slowly started grinding against you through your shorts, making your breath hitch and legs spread wider.

“y-yeah, just a morning wood emergency. i can’t go and teach like that. let me use you quickly, princess”, suga almost whined, pained.

trying to hold in your whimpers to understand what led to this, your eyes jumping from the male’s handsome face to his pretty, hard dick, you wondered: “what’s gotten into you?”

at that, suga scoffed, amused at you wanting to know what led to his erection instead of getting to business right away.

“woke up to your pretty lil’ butt all snuggled up against my dick. you make me hard, even in my sleep y/n”, he rasped impatiently, but still wanting to quench your interest.

despite the fact that this was definitely not the most romantic thing you have heard from sugawara koushi, you couldn’t stop the butterflies erupting at the thought of him craving you this badly, even while asleep.

“c’mere kou’”, you softly murmured, pulling him down for a kiss, ready to help your boyfriend’s morning problem.

oikawa tooru:

tonight, wasn’t your night. you barely got a wink of sleep, while your boyfriend slept like a stone beside you. you knew it wasn’t his fault you couldn’t sleep, but that didn’t stop you from sulking like a spoiled child.

you were tired but also incredibly horny, and as if some gods heard the prayers you didn’t even direct at them, you noticed oikawa’s morning erection standing loud and proud under your shared sheets like every morning.

not wasting a moment, you ripped the sheets off him, straddling his lap and grinding your soaked panties against his erect boxer-clad cock. it’s not the worst feeling oikawa has ever woken up to, in fact it was definitely one of the best. everything’s better than being slapped awake by iwa-chan’s shoe hitting him in the face back in high school.

as the tanned man started to fidget and his calloused hands landed on your hips to guide you along his cock, your curiosity about his daily morning wood got the best of you.

“why are you hard every morning, tooru?”, you asked innocently, while not-so-innocently continuing to tease him with your hips.

“u-uh, something about hormones a-and, oh shit, faster babe”, oikawa needily pleaded, not in the mood to be explaining the scientific reason behind his reoccurring morning problem.

unsatisfied with the answer, you stopped the grinding to frown at him and complained: “but i wanna know more, tooru.”

the brunet looked up at you, groaning but knowing you wouldn’t just let it go. “fuck, okay. how about this: you make me cum, and i answer all your questions about… morning woods, after. deal?”

“…deal.”

tendou satori:

you woke up before tendou, feeling his hard-on press against your naked thigh, making you want to continue the fun you had last night.

luckily, your boyfriend also woke up, though not as happy about his morning wood problem as you.

“’tori… i need you”, you seductively purred, letting your petite hand slide down to his erection, wrapping around it and giving it a few slow, lazy pumps. to your surprise, your usually vocal-in-bed boyfriend didn’t moan, but only tensed at your ministrations.

not thinking much of it, you attached your lips to the base of his throat, sucking and licking while giving his cock a hard tuck, hoping to get a pretty moan out of him.

what you didn’t expect however, was for tendou to jump up and run to your bathroom while squealing like a little schoolgirl. dumbfounded, you froze in the position you were in, leaning towards where your boyfriend was laying just a few seconds ago, with your hand in a half-fist.

after a few minutes, the red-haired man sheepishly re-entered the room, scratching the back of his blushing neck with a matching blush on his face.

“i-i uh…”, at his voice cracking, tendou cleared his throat before continuing: “i’m so sorry sweetheart, i didn’t mean to run off like that.”

finally breaking out of your stiffness, you looked at him, puzzled, before asking: “why did you run off? if you didn’t want to make-out, I would’ve understood a simple no.”

“it’s not that! it’s just… morning wood doesn’t always mean i’m horny, sweetie. sometimes it happens when you desperately need to pee.”

“oh”, you awkwardly remarked, “i didn’t know that ‘tori, i’m so sorry. i just thought…”

chuckling, tendou leaned down, kissing your forehead and reassuring you: “don’t worry angel, you never stop learning.”

[sitych]

CC! Dream x reader

Warnings: None (if you can find any please let me know!)

Prompt: “Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” “I could say the same to you”

(I’d like to formally apologize for how shit the story is about to be, I haven’t written anything in a while so my writing might be a bit bad at first aswell as some grammar mistakes. Constructive criticism is welcome!)

Fucking schoolwork.

That’s all I had been doing for the past 3 days, barley sleeping or even leaving my room. It’s was exhausting to say the least. Clay got the bright idea for me to take a mental health break and now I was paying the price. The 4 day break put me behind on 5 essays, 3 math assignments, 1 major social studies test and an excessive amount of work from my journalism class. Clay had tried to help me get caught up but got caught up in planning George’s visit to America as well as is face reveal stream. Leaving me sitting here at 4am mid essay on why Alexander Hamilton played apart in the constitution.

A loud growling sound and a pain in the pit of my stomach broke me from my thoughts.

“Fuck, how long has it been since I ate” I questioned to no one in particular as I glanced at the clock.

Patches stirred in her sleep peeking one eye open and shooting me a tired glance from her place on the loveseat.

“That’s the last time I focus on myself, huh girl” I laughed scooping her up and waking to the kitchen

All that was heard was the soft patter of my socked feet and the open of a fridge door as I silently searched for anything that would silence the growling in my stomach. I looked down at patches smiling softly as I reached for the cream cheese sitting in the door of the fridge walking over to the toaster where the bread box sat. Silently pulling out the bagels and popping them in the toaster waiting for them to cook. I hopped on the counter with patches still in hand stroking her fur while softly smiling at her. It must be nice being able to sleep all the time without having to worry about what other kind of absurde essay your professor will throw at you next.

The click of a camera caught my attention, turning up to see clay standing with a huge grin on his face looking at the picture he had, presumably, just taken.

“Shouldn’t you be asleep?” I questioned cocking my head to the side sliding myself off the counter to look at the picture he’d taken.

Finally looking up from his phone he noticed how close I had gotten. He looked down to me and patches and shot me a smirk

A quiet “I could say the same too you” was heard as he showed me the picture of me and patches half asleep. He had set it as his Lock Screen. He was most defiantly going to post that on his private Twitter later, I could almost guarantee it.

“I’m trying to get caught up on school work since someone got the bright idea to take some days off.” I poked his arm while saying the last bit smiling up at him.

“Holy shit your still at that? How much can they assign in 4 fucking days?” He genuinely asked with a look of guilt on his face

“Apparently a lot” I laughed while returning to the toaster to retrieve my neglected bagel while adding “it’s mainly my journalism class though, I swear that professor has it out for me.”

He laughed, walking over to me, sliding his hands around my waist and burying his face into my back pressing a light kiss to my shoulder.

I smiled relishing in the feeling. We honestly haven’t had much time to spend with each other. With him and his streaming and my monstrous amount of schoolwork, the past couple days, we really haven’t even seen each other.

“You should come to bed” he murmured breaking the silence as I finished putting the cream cheese on my bagel.

“I wish I could Bub, but the Semesters almost over and I’m quite literally getting emails from my professors about how behind I am” I turned around noticing how his grip on me only slightly faltered but soon returned.

He frowned at me.

“But it’s lonelyyyyy” he whined, pushing his face into the crook of my neck.

“Trust me I know.” I frowned back. “You can come sit with me on the couch if you want. I just need to finish up and essay and math worksheet and then we can head to bed” I smiled running my hands through his hair and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

He wasn’t 100% satisfied at that answer but he didn’t disagree. Instead he picked up half of my bagel and took a bite from it while staring me down

“That was mine you prick.” I laughed slapping him in the arm with no real malicious intent.

“Oh cmon now, you know you love me.” The blonde mumbled then kissed me and took another bite out of my bagel.

“Sometimes I really question that.” I smirked while pushing him off and walking back into the living room where my laptop remained.

It’s safe to say that I barley finished my essay because of clay physically throwing himself on top of me every five minutes complaining that “the couch was uncomfortable” and how “his girlfriend doesn’t love him anymore” I had finally caved around 5:30 and migrated to the bedroom with clay following. I swear I have never seen that man so clingy

[sunasbabie]

pairing: osamu x reader

prompt: you snuck into my room, at 4am... to cuddle?

ever since practice for nationals started you haven’t been spending a lot of time with your boyfriend who was on the volleyball team. sure you understood that practice and school were his priorities but he was still your boyfriend and you wanted to spend time with him. you wanted to be held by him and feel his warmth against your skin but the most contact you got was when he would hold your hand when he was walking you to your class. you didn’t get to spend time with him after practice because he was tired and he still had homework to do and you didn’t want to bother him

the time you spent with him at school wasn’t enough because you only got to see him during your breaks since you guys weren’t classmates which sucked so you took matters into your own hands also you tomorrow was a weekend so they wouldn’t have training until later in the morning.

here you were, in front of the miya house, your phone pressed to your ear waiting for your boyfriend to pick up. and when he did you had the biggest smile on your face.

“look out your window babe” cheeks getting flushed from the cold weather.

osamu rubbed his eyes making sure he was seeing correctly but he was, and there you were outside his house wearing a hoodie that was too big on you wondering if it was his hoodie that you were wearing, which it probably is.

“what are you doing here?” he tried to be quiet because his twin brother was asleep on the top bunk.

“i missed you ‘samu” you smiled up at him which made him smile because he hasn’t seen it enough these past few weeks because he’s been so busy with training. “now come down and unlock the door for me, it’s freezing out here”

he couldn’t help but smile at your silly antics

he headed downstairs, careful not to wake anyone up since it was the middle of the night.

he unlocked the door and the first thing he was was your face, you were smiling from ear to ear. you quickly came inside and pulled osamu in for a hug.

“i missed you so much” you muttered into his neck, basking in the warmth that he provided

he immediately responded and wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you even closer to him “i missed you too baby” he pulled away and pressed a kiss on your lips

“can we go up to your room?” pouting at him and giving him those eyes you knew he can’t resist

he contemplated for a second knowing that his brother was there but he was like “fuck it”, he grabbed your hand and dragged you upstairs to his bedroom.

when you got in he closed the door slowly making sure his brother wouldn’t wake up. he turned to look at you only to find you on his bed pulling up the blankets for him.

he got the message and got in bed with you making sure that you were comfortable. you were quick to lay your head on his chest, arm thrown over his torso to feel his warmth.

“you know it’s dangerous to be wandering around the neighbourhood at this hour” he whispered against your hair

“i know, but i really missed you ‘samu i wanted to come and see you” you were drawing small circles on his chest, missing the feeling of having him this close to you. “and i missed your cuddles” you said even more quietly than before

he chuckled at how adorable you were “so let me get this straight you snuck into my room, at 4am…to cuddle?”

“i didn’t sneak in you let me in”

“yeah same thing”

you slapped his chest “you’re so mean to me, after i walked here just to cuddle and kiss you”

“oh yeah, so where are my kisses” he teased

“well now you aren’t getting any” huffing at him because he was teasing you

he honestly found you adorable that’s why he said that “i’m just kidding baby, c’mere” he placed a hand under your chin to bring your lips closer to his, but when your lips were about to touch both of you stopped your tracks.

“you both better not be making out under there or i’m telling mom”

[miekasa]

okay but what about airport!levi? he gives quiet businessman vibes sitting in his slacks and turtleneck

IN HIS TURTLENECK 😭😭 He would also be quiet and to himself, but not in the emo way. You got me thinking about all of them now, so here are my other thoughts about the boys at the airport.

Levi

He thinks the idea of separating classes on an airplane is beyond stupid, but if the flight is particularly long, or particularly packed, he’s not above paying for business class for a little extra personal space for the two of you.

When he doesn’t do that, tho, he never picks your guys’ seats ahead of time, so sometimes you’ll be separated. Good thing he’s also not above lying at the check-in desk, “I’m in Zone 1, could my wife be seated next to me so that we can board together?”

They respond with an “of course,” and move your seats together, and Levi walks back with a content nod of appreciation. You are not married, and marriage sucks about as much as class separation on a 30 foot long plane, but it has its benefits.

Masks on, regardless. No debates. Pandemic or not, the mask stays on. Do not perceive him, keep the pressurized air sharing to a minimum.

Doesn’t wander much in the airport. There’s nothing in there that he hasn’t seen already, except for the marked up prices on touristy t-shirts.

And if you wander, he’ll usually just sit in the waiting area to watch your bags while you window shop and do your thing. If you’re gone for more than 30 mins, he might call, under the pretenses of, “Making sure you didn’t get lost. You know that Starbucks was near gate 41 to the left, not the right, right?” Like he’s a comedian or something 🙄

He does encourage you to get snacks before you board, tho. Airplane food is gross, and he would much rather pay for a $13 sandwich that you can snack on later, than for you to have to eat mush.

He’s got a little portable mug he takes with him for when he’s wants to buy a hot drink before getting on his flight. It’s cute.

Doesn’t fall asleep on the plane ever. No matter how long the flight is—at most, he’ll take a quick power nap somewhere in the middle if it’s over 9 hours, but other than that, he’s good to go.

Doesn’t mind if you fall asleep, and he always adjusts your neck pillow to make sure you don’t get cramps.

Jean

Travel champion. This man loves being in the airport even though he’s convinced it’s a time capsule, he fucking loves it.

King of “your airport fashion matters, babe.” Not necessarily wearing a whole three piece suit, but he does put in a little effort; it’s not just the first pair of sweats he has laying around.

Swears coffee tastes better in the airport. It does not. That does not stop him from buying it. He should learn to quit tho, especially for someone who hates airplane bathrooms as much as he does.

Charming with all the security personnel and desk assistants. You could be checking in for a flight at 4am, and Jean’s got people smiling and cheery for their shifts.

Bitches about the selection of movies on the flight, and learns to just download his own ahead of time. Gets really startled when he’s watching something and the flight attendants try to grab his attention for food or drinks—the very loud, classic, Jean Kirstein “HUH?”

On that note, he also gets startled by the loudspeaker announcements in the airport. He doesn’t know why he has to hear about American Airlines flight 2170 to Cancun, when he is not on American Airlines flight 2170 to Cancun.

Not opposed to paying extra for better airplane food or drinks on the plane if it’s the right time of day. He always finds something to toast to, plus he likes to treat you whenever and wherever he can.

Takes care of your overhead luggage and helps out the people around him if he sees they’re struggling. Gets shy when you call him a gentleman for it, and he rubs his neck, grumbling, “I was just helping the line move a little faster.”

Great timing, generous, will pick up your checked bags for you, and already rented a car a week in advance: 10/10 travel buddy.

Porco

He doesn’t like planes and there’s no solid reason why—nothing bad happened to him as a kid, and it’s not even that rare unfortunate incidents freak him out or anything—something flying just makes him a bit uneasy.

He won’t say it though, and he tries to keep it together when you’re checking in, but you can tell he’s anxious once you’re sitting and waiting for your flight to board.

He’ll ask to switch seats if you have the window seat, because somehow the feeling of being boxed in between the plane wall/window and another person makes it feel more like a car than a plane and he’s okay with that.

Going to the airport is one of the few times he hair won’t be styled, and falls in his face a bit. He usually throws on a beanie to cover it up, but you think he looks pretty cute either way.

Can’t usually fall asleep and he hates it because he just sits there thinking about the worst for the entire duration of the flight. But when you travel with him for the first time and coax him into taking a nap it’s so much better.

It’s about the only time he’ll let himself be publicly babied by you; but it makes everything so much easier that he doesn’t even mind.

So now, whenever you get on flights, he just puts his hood up, lays his head on your shoulder and waits for the magic to happen.

Bonus: you’re traveling with his friends, and Pieck and Marcel past to your seats, surprised to see Porco fast asleep on your shoulder. Pieck squeals, going on about how you must be a wizard to have gotten him to nap, to which Marcel just shakes his head, “Nah, he’s just really in love with her. Look at his face, that’s the calmest he’s been since he was five.”

Connie

Loves the airport. Not an ounce of organization in his soul though. By that I mean, yeah, he’s probably forgotten his passport at home, or forgotten that a full size bottle of body wash cannot go into his carry-on luggage.

Forgets to wear shoes that easy to take off and is fumbling over himself after the security check trying to lace them back up or put them back on.

Likes for you guys to have coordinating sweatsuits, and even though you don’t travel super often, Connie’s got at least 3 pairs of them lined up for you guys.

Sweet enough to drop plans or rearrange his schedule to travel with you if you were originally gonna be alone. He knows you can handle yourself, but he doesn’t want for you to travel alone if you don’t have to, especially if you’re going someplace far and/or for an extended period of time.

He always finds breakfast food to eat before he gets on his flight (if you two even have time to spare for food that is). It could be 9pm, but Connie’s asking for a breakfast wrap.

Hates waiting in the little pre-flight area. Claims it’s boring as hell and that’s why there’s no reason to get there 3 hours early 🙄🙄

He always spends at least 30 minutes browsing all the movie and TV show options available on-board, loudly exclaiming in excitement when they have something cool to watch—only to fucking fall asleep 10 minutes later. Right on top of you when he was oh-so-excited to watch Madagascar 2.

Always steals the aisle seat, even if it’s yours. It’s probably for the best though, because he has to get up to pee at least twice, no matter how short your flight is.

Makes some cheeky remark about you meeting him in the bathroom. He doesn’t mean it... unless he does. Unfortunately, you’ve never... successfully been able to do that out of fear of being caught by the flight attendants, but there have been a few quickies in the “family” (“It’s ethical, because technically we’re participating in the act of making a family, babe”) bathroom before you boarded. It’s his fault, not yours.

Armin

He really likes planes, and traveling in general. I think trains would be his favorite mode of transportation, but airplanes are good too.

I hate to say it but he claps when the plane lands. I will not elaborate or defend my stance on this.

Prefers the window seat because he likes to look out at the clouds as he’s in the sky.

He took his passport photo a little before he cut his hair, so the security personnel always hold it up and flicker between his ID photo and his current appearance a few times before stamping it. It makes him a little embarrassed because he can’t tell if they think he looks better or worse and sometimes he’s really fighting for his life convincing them that that’s him in the picture 😭

Listens to music rather than downloading a movie or watching a show, and always brings wire headphones to the airport so that it’s easier to share and listen with you.

If you fall asleep on him first, he’ll likely fall asleep on you shortly after. If he’s tired enough, he’ll fall asleep first, though he’s somewhat embarrassed and disappointed because he wanted to see the descent and skyline outside.

When he’s not asleep or window-watching, he’s somewhat fidgety out of excitement, rather than nervousness. He’s excited to be traveling and looks forward to wherever you’re going, even if it is just a weekend long work trip.

Hates traveling alone, though. It just feels particularly lonely to him to be going someplace foreign without company by his side. So, he’ll call you at every checkpoint and send you updates.

He only ever buys two things in duty free: shot glasses with the name of the city/country you’re traveling to, and whatever variety of button down short-sleeves are available to him.

Erwin

You knew this was coming, but this man is absolutely at the airport 18 hours before your flight takes off, and he’s driving like a manic getting there, like you don’t have all the time in the world.

Fascinated by anything and everything in duty free. Definitely spends more money than necessary on your return flight on the grounds that he was getting a good deal.

Exchanges money in the airport and keeps cash in his fanny pack. There’s no traveling without the fanny pack.

Plays crossword puzzles on his phone on the plane, and it’s just about one of the only games he has. That and Candy Crush—I get the feeling he’d be on level 500+ of that game and he always knocks out at least 10 levels on a flight.

Always a little surprised when he feels his your head on his shoulder, but he says nothing, and acts like he didn’t even notice, but there’s a telling little smile on his face.

Takes the most foul selfies of him and your sleeping self. In his defense, he had the best intentions; but that angle was flattering nobody. It’s too bad he’d already paid for the in-flight wifi and sent it to Hange because now you’ll never live them down.

You could probably get him to put on a (skincare) face mask during your flight. He forgets to take it off tho, and if you don’t tell him, he’d fully walk through customs with it on his face.

Accidentally gets drunk because he doesn’t understand that just because he can handle several glasses of whiskey in his favorite bar on a Friday night, does not mean it will translate on a plane.

[imonthinice]

The Criminal Psychology Majors, Jason Todd x Fem!Reader Part 2/?

Word Count: 2k

Author’s Note: Y/N - your name, A/N - any name (your best friend’s name)

Warnings: Swearing, no beta bitch we die like Jason Todd

Welcome Back! I have, once again, written more of Jason Todd because he’s a fucking teddy bear and I love him.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16) (Part 17) (Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20)

Y/N and Jason both returned from that date feeling all giddy about each other, but trying their dammed-est to not let their hopes get too high about the other. However, that was extremely, extremely hard for Jason to do with family like Dick in his life. It’s like coming home to a hopeless romantic of a shipper as a nosey bitch. Lovingly, of course. No one’s like Dick.

“So, Y/N?” Dick asked Jason immediately as he entered the Manor.

“Yeah, what about her?”

“So, many questions: Was that a date? If no, will there be a date? Is there going to be a second date? Do you like her? Do you think we’ll like her? Does she know you’re Bruce Wayne’s son?” Dick rambled at his little brother.

“Okay hold on god damn, yes it was a date, yes there will be a second, yeah I think she’s cool and I like her, slow your roll Circus Boy, I don’t know when she’ll meet you lot, I don’t think she knows who I am, she’s from Metropolis, so I don’t think she knows the Waynes well.” Jason answered Dick with confidence.

“So you like her!” Steph mocked as she entered the hallway, probably heard her brothers talking about Y/N, so she wanted in on it. Somehow she had evaded Jason’s gaze though, so she startled him immensely.

“Jeez, how many of you will scare me today? And yeah, dumbass, I like her. But I’m doing this magical thing called ‘Not getting my god damn hopes up about her since it’s only the first date’ you hopeless romantic fucks.” Jason barked at them.

“Yeah, but you love us.” Dick said.

“That might be true, but your meddling is only going to cause chaos, Dick and Steph.”

“What about my meddling, Jay?” Bruce asked. Once again, he had heard the talking about Jason’s new crush and decided he’d parent the boy on his girl. Jason jumped out of his skin, because, he had once again, not seen Bruce enter the hallway despite his best efforts to not get startled again.

“You, are going to give me a heart attack.”

“Looks like this girl let your guard down.”

“Can we just go on patrol and stop badgering me?” Jason muttered under his breath.

“Nope!” Barbara exclaimed. Clearly, there’s a pattern with Waynes escaping Jason’s attempts to not get startled today, “We’re still going to badger you, Jay,” Barbara finished.

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When Y/N made her way back to A/N, she couldn’t help but turn her radio as loud as she could and try to take the longer journey back home. Pieces of quiet and tranquility always surprised and drew her in. Like a good book on a Sunday morning before the rest of the bustling city of Gotham or Metropolis awoke itself. If New York never sleeps, she thought, then what the hell do Gotham and Metropolis call themselves. She laughed.

There were a few good things about Gotham, like the people you’d meet on the street at 4am were some of the weirdest but kindest people you’d ever know. It’s like the city radiated off of the energy of the people in it, and in spite of the villains constantly hitting the city with their worst, somehow everyone never let it get to them. It was admirable. Metropolis was the same in that avenue, but it didn’t feel like the cold Gotham streets.

Y/N thought Jason was one of the kinder people she had met in her travels and classes. And she never thought that she’d meet someone she liked this much in her criminal psychology class of all places, but hey, the universe had different pen strokes for her.

She went and parked her car in the driveway of the rental house she and A/N shared. Only the two of them shared it, but if either of them lost their jobs, they’d be looking for another roommate immediately. Pulling out her bag which was full of notes written by Jason, the original notes written by her, and binders upon binders of criminal cases she was looking into at the time, she would get out of her car and begin walking to her door.

Of course, like most people, she would kick off her heels the minute she walked through the doors of the house, to which, A/N paused her music and went to go question Y/N about Jason.

“So, you know how this works, babes, lay it on me, how’s hottie? Is he kind?” A/N pondered.

“He’s so kind, he paid the printing fees for my notes and rewrote all of them, I guess it’s a system for us now. I write the notes in class while he tries to take it all in, we meet up, and he rewrites them all and pays the printing fee.”

“He paid the fee?! At that college?” A/N said, completely shocked.

“Is that shocking?”

“Well, the printing fees are so fucking expensive, hun. Mans must have daddy’s money to do that.”

“Really? Well regardless money doesn’t matter, he’s kind and I can make a name for myself if I graduate at the top of my class.” She said, fully believing this. Smart woman. She knew she could do it.

“I believe in you, do you have homework tonight? I can make dinner for you so you can study.” A/N offered.

“Nah, I’m just going to go file my notes and shower, I’ll come join you and help after.”

“Well, don’t drown.” A/N joked.

“Do you know how much effort that would take?” She laughed as she walked towards her room, once she got there she pulled out her papers and began the slow filing process of them into her desk.

About 2 minutes into this, she got a text:

Hey stranger.

If someone had a heart monitor hooked up to her, they could have bet their last penny on her heart skipping a beat. 

Hey Jason. She sent back.

I had a fun time today with you, do you want to do the same thing tomorrow, I could use your fast writing skills to get by in classes. And I just like talking to you. What do you say?

She thought. Maybe something legit is here, hopefully I’m not just used for notes. She worried about that, since she was just a tad insecure about him. He was pretty. She knew she was a looker, sure. But he was something more.

I would love to go on another budget date with you.

Budget? Actually yeah, I guess it is budget lol. Maybe next time I’ll actually take you out to lunch like I said I would.

I, honestly, completely forgot you said you’d take me to lunch, I was just having fun as we were talking.

Me too. You’re a hoot.

A hoot? That’s a book nerd statement if I’ve ever heard one. She joked. She didn’t actually know if he was a book nerd at this time, but they had been joking the entire time when she was filing her notes. She was no where near done filing her notes, Jason was a distraction from that, it wasn’t that important, she would end up finishing it later. She just liked some semblance of organization so she didn’t have to put it off.

I’ll have you know I’ve probably read more books than you.

Well book nerds are cute.

Eventually the messages from Jason and Y/N started slowing, Y/N assumed he was tired or working so she took her chance to file her notes and start running her shower.

Sorry Y/N, this has been fun but I’m going to get really sparse with replies, I got work to do.

That’s fine! Where do you work, by the way?

And she got into the shower. Halfway through her shower her phone pinged, she assumed Jason was texting back, so when she finished her shower, before she even got her towel on, she decided to answer him:

I work at Wayne Enterprises with my dad. It’s quite fun.  He had said.

Oh! I’ve heard the owner of Wayne Enterprises is a lovely man, have you met him? She asked him back.

And within an instant, he answered.

He’s my dad, so yeah.

You’re the Jason Todd? Heir to the Wayne Manor and Wayne Enterprises? She started thinking back on what A/N had said. Yep, she thought, Daddy’s money indeed. She started to slip into her pajamas, which were literally a mess and not put together, because this is the real world, not every girl has matching sets, when he answered:

I hope that doesn’t change much, Y/N.

Explains the camera I saw but didn’t mention, and that’s about it.

You saw the cameras? Damn it. I tried to shield you, they may have pictured us together, sorry.

Worth it for a lovely date. I’ve seen worse, my mum works with Clark Kent, who I guess you probably know since he’s Bruce’s best friend, and the paparazzi loves to take Clark’s picture.

Oh yeah, Uncle Clark. Yeah, the pap love him. You get used to it. I guess you somewhat know my family lol.

Nah, that’s about all I know. Wasn’t really interested in drama about you lot because it’s just not my business. Probably not a shared ideal with the general public.

She finished getting dressed and went to go cook with A/N, and share the news.

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“Girl! You were right about daddy’s money oh my god,” Y/N said when she entered the kitchen.

“Go on,” A/N urged.

“You know Jason Todd? Guess what. That’s hottie from Crim Psych 101.”

“Are you serious? That’s insane. You’re probably plastered across the internet right now for that date,” A/N laughed, “are you scared to date a famous man?” She asked.

“No, he’s really sweet and if this gets serious, I can just block out the flashes.”

The two of them laughed and started cooking. A/N was Latina, so, of course, she was in charge to cook most nights. But Y/N made killer desserts and pizza. Tonight was fajitas, so Y/N kind of sat bat and let A/N do her thing. Trying to know more so one day A/N wouldn’t have to do all the work, Y/N went onto the internet and the first thing she saw?

Globally Revered Son of a Millionaire, Jason Todd, out on a DATE with a Mystery Girl?

Like clockwork, Jason answered:

I guess I have a lot to teach you, and I hope you haven’t been on the internet recently.

I have. Globally Revered Son of a Millionaire. She texted back.

Fuck those damn tabloids. He said, she couldn’t help but agree, the paparazzi seem like they’re very invested in stories that aren’t theirs to tell.

Can’t agree with you more. We should put on a show for them tomorrow, actually give them something to write about.

I like your thinking.

You’ve opened up a lot today.

Is it your turn now?

What do you want to know? You asked him before turning to A/N.

“Tabloids talk too much,” you sneered at her.

“Cat should get their tongue and choke on it,” she finished, “did you at least look cute in their pics?” she asked.

“Somehow. Wasn’t even posing,” Y/N finished.

“Well, food’s done, are you still hungry?”

“Always.”

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Jason turned to his brother, Dick, Nightwing, and said, 

“She knows now.”

“That you’re rich?” he asked.

“Yeah, I guess I have to be more wary of her now,” he sighed, “I hope she’s not in it for the Wayne fortune.”

“Doubt she is if she agreed the tabloids can suck it, Red Hood.”

“I pray you’re right.”

He then drew his guns and fired at the ground underneath their laest venture into crime-fighting. This was gonna be one hell of a ride Y/N embarked on, not even knowing what she was getting into.

[tundrainafrica]

Which would you say are your favorite fanfics ever? (Levihan ofc)

Okay, I don’t think I’m the best judge of what’s quality or not quality cause I ain’t no writing authority so I cannot vouch for whether you will like these fics or not. But I am a firm believer that good writing makes readers feel things and leaves a lasting impression. 

So lemme rephrase the question… What fics left a lasting impression?

So brace yourself for one hell of a ride while I talk about fanworks that just fucked me up in the following ways: 

Caused me to irrationally hate one random character

Made me forget something isn’t canon

Made me completely rearrange my day because I completely f-ed myself up.

Made me feel guilty for fucking up the view count because I keep going back there.

Makes me remember the fic as an aesthetic, not as actual words. Like literally I will imagine the setting almost perfectly in my head and like when I try to remember what happened, I don’t really remember the writing style or anything, but I could probably create a sim house about how exactly I imagined the house to look like or the yard to look like.

Changed the way I approach fic reading.

I don’t wanna spoil these fics because I’m assuming people are gonna read it so as much as I wanna make a long ass detailed review about why I love each of them, I won’t. I’ll probably just mention what the hell I was doing when I read the fic and how I completely fucked myself over. 

I probably will miss some since I’m just listing these out from the top of my head. So here goes…And I’m only posting completed fics because I’m just that way. 

Second chance by @fanmoose12

This is my comfort fic. The first time I read this fic, it was like 4am or 5am in the morning and I remember after reading it once, I read it like 5 more times that day. 

This is literally the fic I just randomly open on my computer at work on some incognito tab when I’m just tired from all the shit they make us do at work and this is the random fic that I just open up when I feel like reading. And this is one of the fics I plan on showing my children one day when I explain to them what love is. 

This isn’t depressing so I guess it doesn’t fall in the ‘fucked me over’ category but definitely one of the fics I read too many times to count that I remember it scene by scene like some simp. 

Partners by fanmoose12

Woops, one exception for WIPs. I just had to post this here because it definitely left a lasting impression. 

This was the first AU I have ever read and been invested in and I have been reading fanfiction since before I could remember and I have always stuck to canonverse fics until I got into Levihan. 

This fic got me into the AU genre and I have never read AUs in my life before this so I think that says a lot about how much this fic means to me. 

Somewhere Only We Know by @someonestolemyshoes

It’s not completely posted in ao3 yet. But since I beta-ed the fic, I finished it long before SSMS posted it but this fic. It started slow so it took me a week of on and off work to get through  but I got through the second part of the fic, the last 30,000 words  incredibly fast. I vividly remembered reading those last final scenes over breakfast completely in shock while my whole family was there. I literally had to leave the room and take my dog out for a second walk . 

I remember the aesthetic of the overall story vividly enough to actually make a moodboard of it and spend a good 1 hour going through country side pics after finishing it. . 

Yellow by @ariadneamare​

God, this fic. I read this over a day of work. Like breakfast, first few thousand words, Lunch next few thousand words. And I finished the rest before bed and oh god, this is the type of fic that builds a great aesthetic, some lightness and just to fuck you over in the end. 

I like to compare it to a longer and AU version of Pristine in terms of how it strings emotions along. I know they’re two completely different fics but the energy of the fic, the stream of emotions on how it strings you along is fairly similar. 

This is literally one of those fics where I’m just having a good day, and my mind goes ‘remember that one fic’ and I just wrinkle my nose like ‘yeah THAT FIC’ 

Pristine by @mannatea​

I’m sure everyone has read this, it’s practically a classic and I cannot count the number of people who told me it was depressing and I do not know why I did not believe them. I read this while waiting in line for milk tea. I lost my place in line around the time I finished that last part and just gave up on buying milk tea.

It has this build up, this incredibly fluffy build up which won’t make you think it will end the way it did. 

Well. you know a fic is good when you know it’s gonna end a certain way but you allow yourself to get strung along anyway. 

A Simple Choice by just-quintessentially-me

This is one of those fics for me that double as an aesthetic piece and a plot piece. I remember INCREDIBLY WELL, the road I was imagining that they were walking through and it satisfied my hurt comfort feels as well. Definitely one of my favorite 115-126 fics and one of the first ones I read in the fandom for sure. 

So those are the english fics, I have to Japanese fics that fall in that category. 

(For anyone who knows Japanese I guess but I personally think they’re worth a google translate.)

熱に浮く(Feverish Dream)

Classic canon compliant. Hange takes care of Levi when he’s sick fic but there are misunderstandings here, they contemplate their relationship and they are incredibly emotionally constipated here. Definitely one of the classics imo and it feeds my need for hurt/comfort.

前世なんてクソだと言う女と 全て忘れた男 

(A girl who thinks past lives are not real and a boy who forgot everything)

Hange is a teacher, Levi is a janitor. Hange remembers stuff and Levi doesn’t and just really cute stuff. 

I’m pretty sure you guys are tired of me rambling about how much this fic means to me but really, I wrote a Tale of Two Slaves (Which is just brushing 100k words already) because this was just so beautiful it got me into the reincarnation genre.

私の中の少女、あなたの中の少年

(The girl inside me and the boy inside you) 

Levi and Hange are exes/childhood friends and they meet again in a matchmaking party. This is just the greatest balance between emotional constipation and love. The premise was just perfect for the type of build up 

Closest thing I’m gonna drop to smut here. Will leave my smut recs for another post but I’m low key really still thinking whether or not I should expose myself by dropping my favorite Levihan smut pieces hahaha.

Filo Socmed AUs

A lot of these probably aren’t google translatable since Tagalog google translate sucks but if anyone is interested, most Filo Socmed AUs have a fair amount of English so it’s coherent. I guess? I completely forget though how much is in English and how much is in Tagalog but these are the Filo Socmed AUs I REALLY remember and really go back to. 

Vividly Remembered 

This one got me blowing my days worth of salary on some meal in a restaurant because I didn’t wanna go back home to my house yet so I remember just crying over a meal while finishing up this fanfiction instead of going home. 

Basically a fic where Levi and Hange were together already and were about to get married already but shit happened. I irrationally hate Nanaba because of this Socmed AU. Like everytime I see Nanaba, i think of this Socmed AU and I just hate her again. 

Photographs 

Levi and Hange are part of the photography club and shit happens. I remember being behind on work because I decided to take a three hour lunch break to finish this AU. This satisfied my sick Levi craving in so many ways (especially after reading Yellow)

Wherein Levi doesn’t have social media accounts and Hange is the class beadle

This last one just has the overall aesthetic of my own university so it really stuck tbh. And the premise of the build up is just incredibly cute. 

These are the ones I can remember from the top of my head so I’m sure these are among my favorites. I’ll definitely update this as I read more.

[fuzzy-melonlord]

W.I.P teaser

So I’m not gonna be able to finish this today, cause my bff and i are gonna go out and I have my dance class tonight. So here is just a quick sneak peak of the Unempowered Milo x Sweetheart fic i’m doing. This is set in the same universe as my Sam x Darlin one.

TW: mentions of fights, blood

It had been a long fucking day. The fights of the night had been rather rough, rough enough that Milo had needed to put his measly medical skills into practice. He’d have to thank his Ma for teaching him later, probably the only thing that saved Christian's nose tonight. 

The crew had, over all, been doing well in their brackets this season. Christian just happened to be the unlucky one, getting matched up against the damn demon. Vega was known for playing with his opponents but Milo hadn’t seen the extent of it until today, and damn he hoped no one in the crew got put up against him again. If he were being honest, Milo was surprised that DUMP hadn’t called the guy out on the shit he would pull, he was definitely doing stuff that was against the rules. Or…well the “Guidelines”, it wasn’t like the underground fighting scene had many rules. Milo would probably mention it to David tomorrow, see if that useless DUMP assigned attendant could do anything about it. What good were they at ‘making sure the rules were followed’ if they didn’t actually step in when someone was fucking with their team.

Fatigue filled the male as he shoved his key clumsily into the lock of his door, fumbling the first time and having to attempt again. Once it was finally open, he let out a heavy sigh and let his duffle bag drop to the floor with a heavy thud. Taking off his shoes and slipping into a pair of house shoes, Milo quickly began his nightly routine despite the fact that he would rather go to sleep than make anything for dinner.

Thankfully, he had fed Aggro before leaving for that night’s matches so he knew the cat wouldn’t be needing food until he got up in a few hours. He glanced at the digital clock on his microwave and groaned at the mocking lights that told him it was already 4am, and he needed to be up by 9 to feed Aggro, and then he had asked to meet David around 11. Needless to say, Milo was not looking forward to his future lack of sleep. 

Taking out some leftovers he had from his last visit to his Ma’s, not bothering to take it out of the Tupper ware it had been housed in, and stuck it into the microwave for what he hoped would be the right amount of time. Though, with his luck today the center would probably still be cold. His eyes stared at the moving tray through the glass window, zoning out as his mind seemed to wander.

That’s when he heard it, a small rustling of fabric, and just like that he was wide awake. Brows furrowed as his gaze turned towards his living room. There was no light on, but he was certain that’s where he heard the noise from. For a moment, he thought he was being paranoid. It was probably Aggro, after all cats ran on their own sleep cycle so he was usually awake at weird hours. At least that’s what he thought until he saw the familiar white cat sauntering into the kitchen…from the opposite entrance. 

It wasn’t often, but there were times when rival crews would send people to…rough up members or attempt to anyway. It’s why all the crews had attendants now, something Milo was cursing about internally, because if their attendant was useless then that might be exactly what he was about to deal with. He was too damn tired for this shit. 

Pulling a knife out of the knife block, he slowly snuck out of his kitchen. Eyes focused on trying to see whatever he could in the dark of his living room. His heart pounding in his ears, it felt like he was in a goddamn horror game and he fucking hated those. Milo could deal with fist fights, even knife or gun fights sounded alright in comparison to the unknown that was currently in his living room. As he reached out with his free hand to turn the living room light on, he felt his heart stop.

Soft labored breaths filled his ears, followed by a voice.

“Evening Milo,” He knew that voice, the attendant sent by DUMP. He had only met them personally once before, but Milo had heard them speaking to David on several occasions. A small feeling of rage filled him, forgetting the lights for a moment he glared over at them. Watching them lounging on his couch like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“What the hell are you doing in my apartment?” He was pissed, they had scared the shit out of him and all for a flashy entrance. It was bullshit, “How the fuck did you even get in here? Did you fuckin’ break in?” 

He saw the shadow shift again, letting out a small groan of what sounded like pain as they pushed theirself into a sitting position. 

“Let’s just say you should keep your windows locked.”

“I live on the fifth fuckin’ floor!”

“And, you should keep your windows locked,” The words set Milo off even more than before. He was furious and wanted to see their face as he yelled at them for all the shit they were pulling. And why did it have to be tonight of all nights, he just wanted to eat his dinner and sleep. It was bullshit. 

So in his anger, he reached out and threw up the light switch which cast a bright glow over the previously darkened living room. His eyes instinctually shut for a moment, the new light hurting his eyes as it snapped on. When he finally opened his eyes once more, ready to shout at the attendant and then kick them out, all the words died on his lips.

Blood…and a lot of it.