#how to do well in ap classes

[alaskan-wallflower]

for a show about accepting class divides, i find it painfully ironic that ticket prices are as high as they are.

[impulsivedecisionsat3am]

either i can be an icon and make a final research project on trump x biden yaoi, or i can be really petty and make it about executive dysfunction and it’s negative effect on musicianship and then discuss it during band class so my teacher will overhear me talking about it

[flippedorbit]

still think it’s absolutely fucked up that both the coding classes i took in high school were ‘taught’ by two coaches. whether they’re knowledgeable on the subject or not, a coach should not he a teacher under any circumstance in my opinion, teaching and coaching are very different. hell, teaching computer science or information technology is very different from coaching a sport, and the way my class was treated by one of those teachers was fucking ridiculous. like i would’ve liked advanced placement computer science a lot more had i asked for the class in the first place, and also had the teacher not been a total dickback who relied full on volunteers from some microsoft program.

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

wuh wait what do you mean I have to people

[francisforever2014]

the school district i went to high school in is currently in hella drama bc they’re trying to detrack math up until 7th grade and all of the AP students, alumni that went to ivy leagues and white parents are shitting their pants bc they “don’t want school to be dumbed down” aka they don’t want themselves/their kids to stop feeling special and have to be in classes with dumb brown kids* i’m sure . anyways so many of them are like “i believe in equity but—“ so you don’t . also they’re like if you do this people are gonna send their kids to private school!! like ok good riddance

[chryzuree]

thinking abt modern au study sessions over the weekend ☺️ chrysijacks go to starbucks so chrysi can tutor jacks on his math and english, since she’s in advanced/ap courses, and it very quickly devolves into her repeatedly whispering, “you dumb fucking bitch” as she checks over his work. eventually they give up and call castor because chrysi can’t explain math to jacks.

[deathsmallcaps]

Replying to tags but then I ran out of room and I think i was if not cooking then at least microwaving

#dude when I was in 6th grade I read #the veldt #and at the time it disgusted and genuinely scared me because I was #just so surprised that people - children! - could be raised to be so heartless #idk if I read it for the first time as a 23 year old it would scare me so much #but goddamn

#I think we're both people who are *at least* good at literacy but we're both a little too STEMmy #to look at it the way some English teachers want us to? #like they want people to go from 'damn that's fucked up → what themes are the authors trying to explore here → what about the world #made them think of that and perhaps what are they trying to get us to consider and think about and perhaps change' #obviously not all writing is a fable with a moral at the end #but a lot of good writing has some sort of central belief that it wants the reader to consider

#(I struggle in creating that with my fiction ugh and I think a lot of booktok books do too and it bugs me that we have that connection)

#but anyway #I think you and I'd first reactions are like #’that's horrible → how can we prevent that specific problem from occurring again' #like take the lottery. my (and maybe your?) first reaction is like 'that's horrible → they should ban the lottery' #but the English teacher is going to want us to think 'oh gee okay so this is a commentary on traditions. why would this tradition be started #/necessary? does the lottery reflect the overall morals and sensibilities of the overall society (aka fond of the death penalty etc). #what sort of tradition might this mirror today? connecting to historical events and the fact that the person stoned and the author were #women. aka the gender commonly stoned for witchcraft in New England #do you think that's related?' etc etc etc wrapped in metaphors and shit. and tbh that's how I learned a lot of my religious and political #philosophy as well as history. I really like Thomas swift's 'a modest proposal' (satire) for that reason.

but that was NOT my initial #thought process for English class. I had to be heavily trained into thinking that way and often my first instinct is to not engage with the #metaphor an just go straight to the logic/sensible answer. blah blah blah. I really respect lit and history teachers as a profession but boy #do I not want to teach it because I would be so slack on writing the kinds of questions that would get the kids to engage with the meta. #once I got a piece I got it but it was a struggle every damn time. because I had to get over my feelings of well why didn't they just not #do that'

the biggest one I can think of is 'song of Solomon' by Toni Morrison. I think my senior AP English teacher wanted us to really #consider authors and characters of color (he was white but it was 2018-2019 aka Trump era) so he taught us othello and TM. othello is a #little easier to understand because iago is just being a little bitch about a Black foreigner getting a promotion and a hot wife and no longer being able to convince himself that he was better than Othello

But TM’s main character Milkman? Unlikeable, spoiled little shit who doesn’t give a damn that he’s the 1 percent of his marginalized community and he’s frittering his privileges away so hard that it literally induces suicidal and murderous tendencies into the people around him. Among other things.

It took me foreverrrrrr to engage with the text beyond GOD I HATE THIS GUY but once I was able to examine his psychology and the mean flip side of ‘if you want to fly, you have to get rid of earthly attachments’, which he does at the end of the story.

Was it a chore? Absolutely. But have I ever forgotten the story or the literary tools it gave me? No.

Maybe I’m just speaking for myself in this longass response - you and I usually talk animals and men not books 😅 - but yeah every English class is full of these annoying stories that are meant to rattle one’s brain and I REALLY avoid rattling lmao. Tbqh again I respect lot classes but I’m glad they’re over lmao

But anyways I listened to Levar Burton’s podcast ‘Levar Burton Reads’ from start to finish, and he once read (as a three parter) Toni Morrison’s Recitatif. It’s the story of two girls, one Black one white, who grew up around and with and against each other during the mid 1900s.

I didn’t know what the story was getting at, aside from the surface ideas of the American Civil Rights Movement and privilege and stuff. But LB usually asked questions or briefly mentioned the author’s main idea at the end. And when he did? HOLY FUCK.

If you ever decide to listen to it (I’ve never gotten my hands to a print copy so idk if they usually have some sort of author’s note at the end to ask the reader this question)(I love LB’s voice he’s a pleasure to listen to if you listen to Recitatif) please @ me and tell me if it also blew your mind and made you consider how you viewed the POV character of the story.

Because it blew my mind and made me really consider why I assumed things about the pov character. Im not going to say anything further because I feel like I’m spoiling the point but yeah.

Anyways again this could be just me but I’ve always had trouble moving on from the straight solution mindset. When I was 12 I was in a model UN and I was told to write a report about Togo and its healthcare issues. I took this to mean that I had to research the common issues there (such as unclean water and mosquito bite diseases) and then come up with solutions.

It was incredibly embarrassing to do all that and then hear every other group explain their countries healthcare issues and WHY (historically, monetarily, etc) their countries struggled with such things. And my ass went up there and talked about affordable mosquito deterrent changes to water sources and cheap water cleaning services.

I didn’t realize it then but like. It perfectly exemplified my lack of instinct to subtextually interact with instructions and prompts.

And the thing is. May the universe bless and boost the fucking lit teachers out there because my poor students are entering math class with lit skills 6 grades under where they should be and are genuinely unable to interact with straightforward STEM instructions. My college had every ed major take a ‘teaching literacy’ class and sure I passed but the thing is. I’m not really the person that’s supposed to catch these kids on that subject. I’m supposed to be a secondary math teacher. So a lot of the advice in that class simply wasn’t applicable and I wish it was!!! I’d be happy to help in that subject but also I WAS TRAINED TO BE A MATH TEACHER. AND MOST LITERACY AND LANGUAGE DIFFICULTY COURSES ARE NOT DESIGNED WITH STEM IN MIND. (Which is why I want to learn enough Spanish that I can teach kids learning English math as well because that’s an area that doesn’t get a lot of crossover and a lot of kids fall through).

Well this turned into a ramble goodnight lmao. I’d say this was a decently microwaved thought track lol

[chaepink]

Sub bully gojo like he was planning on fucking and bullying reader when the opposite went way? Like reader had enough of his bullshit and makes him cry and overstimulates him?

Loser | sub!gojo satoru

wc: 2.9k+ words | masterlist

dom!gn!reader, mean!reader -> soft!reader, bully!gojo kinda but he’s more annoying then actually bullying, crying, footjob except he’s clothed, cumming in pants, college au, edging, comparing gojo to a puppy, degradation, praise, exhibitionism, overstimulation, knocking Gojo down a peg, teasing, cursing, mention of reader being shorter than gojo but not important, ooc gojo(?)

note : the writing may be weird… its been a while 😬

"Well well well, look who it is!" You grimace at the all too familiar voice and try to quickly turn the corner but a hand grabs your hand and turns you around, causing you to stumble back slightly but you catch yourself in time.

Furrowing your eyebrows and frowning in annoyance, you eye the person who stopped you: Gojo fucking Satoru. He’s the guy who’s been making your college life a living hell ever since he found out you two went to the same high school. Even though there were several other students here who also went to the same high school, he decided to annoy you for some reason.

The other students in the hallway quickly shuffle to their next classes or to lunch, too afraid to say something that’ll result in Gojo picking on them instead. Of course, they're scared, Gojo is known as a bully who somehow has good relationships with the teachers, an advantage he uses daily. The hallway is deserted now with only you two standing in. You hear the bell ring loudly throughout and your eyes dart to the clock on the wall. Damn it, you’re late to class now.

“Hey! Look at me, bitch.” You scowl deeply as your attention turns back to Gojo. You wonder if he’s aware of his childish personality or not. You assume he doesn’t by the way he continues to act like a toddler.

“What the hell do you want?” You reply, annoyance clear as day on your face. A grin spreads across his face when he sees your attention back on him. God, he loves the way you look at him like that. He quickly shoves the thought to the back of his head.

“In a bad mood today, huh?” He teases, that annoying grin still prominent on his face and you clench your fist into a ball, wanting to punch that grin off his stupid face though you know you can’t. He would just go running to the teachers and higher-ups and get you in trouble somehow.

You let out a small scoff and continue to glare at him before he talks again.

“What? You really think I’m gonna annoy you today?” He smirks and slowly walks closer to you but you grimace. He leans his head down slightly and you frown deeper. You’re already annoying me with your presence, you want to say.

“You should smile more, it’ll make you more pleasant to look at for once, [name]-” He could barely finish his sentence before your anger got the best of you. How dare he act like nothing’s happened?

“What is your fucking problem, you bastard?” You sneer at him as you shove his chest hard, causing him to widen his eyes at your sudden action and stumble backwards before tripping over his feet and falling to the ground on his bottom, his feet on the floor with his knees bent towards the ceiling and his hands behind him to stabilize himself. His legs are spread out slightly and he winces at the sudden impact.

If your mind wasn’t so flooded with anger right now, you would think that Gojo looks rather hot on the ground staring up at you with a flushed face and widened eyes.

Shit, he didn’t mean for you to get this pissed off. He was planning to ask you to come over to his house later or something. Usually you just ignore him and walk off quietly, he didn’t expect this at all. Why are you getting mad? Haven’t you gotten the hint that he bullies you cause he likes you?

You step a foot down awfully near his crotch and he flinches, staring at it with a red face but you don’t notice. You see his Adam's apple bob in his throat as he swallows harshly. He looks back up at you but quickly looks away when he sees you staring at him so intensely and you’re surprised just how easily he shut up from a simple shove to the ground. Maybe he’s more simple than you thought.

You see his chest rise up and down quickly. The silence is thick and heavy in the air with the sound of his breathing and your own heart beating rapidly in your chest the only noises you hear. The way he refuses to look at you, how red he is, and the way his legs slightly tremble gives you the wrong idea.

Does… seeing you towering over him and staring down at him turn him on somehow? No way, you think.

But when your eyes trail down from his still flushed face down his body and to the place between his spread legs, your idea is confirmed.

“Who said you could get fucking hard right now?” Gojo flinches and his eyes widen, quickly looking down at the rather large bulge in his pants. He tries to cover it with his hands but you quickly kick them away, resulting in his legs spreading even further apart.

Good thing that you’re at one of the more secluded and quiet areas of the school and that not many students nor teachers have classes here.

It’s odd. It’s really odd. How although he could easily get up and run away or even shove you back and say some mean things to you again, he’s not. He’s not doing any of that, just sitting on the ground in front of you like he enjoys it. And a part of you is starting to enjoy the situation as well.

You suddenly remember how although there’s no one in the hallway, there are still some students and teachers in the classrooms near you guys. It seems you two haven’t been loud enough to attract their attention but you know that at any moment, someone could step out into the hallway and spot you two. Though the thought just spurs you on even more.

He hesitates before glancing up at you and swallows again before glancing back at your shoe and it gives you an idea. Without thinking, you lift your foot and press it down on his crotch. The action immediately makes Gojo let out a deep groan and cover his mouth with his hand, his eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. The sight makes something in your stomach stir although you are still annoyed by his past actions.

Slowly, he opens his eyes back and stares at you, his eyes more soft than before. He puts his hand down and opens his mouth to talk but you notice how he hesitates.

“C-Could we ngh do this in a classroom-“

You quickly cut him off with a scoff. “Really? Do you really think I’m gonna take pity on you after you annoyed me everyday of my college life? It’s not my fault you got hard from just a shove.” You sneer in disgust, making Gojo shiver. “Maybe I should return the favor somehow.” Gojo’s breath hitches in his throat when he sees the anger in your eyes and the way you’re glaring down at him like he’s some sort of useless piece of trash. He feels something throb in his pants.

You suddenly smirk and Gojo has to hold back a whine from the way you look so scary but so hot at the same time.

“I wonder what everyone would think if they were to see you right now, pitifully on the floor like a fucking puppy,” you spit out.

Gojo squeezes his eyes shut, not wanting to imagine the sheer shock on everyone’s faces if they were to stumble across him like this in the hallway. But oh God, the way you compare him to a puppy has his stomach fluttering and something else throbbing again.

He opens his eyes again and lets out the most pitiful whine you’ve ever heard and oh does it sound heavenly coming from someone you despise.

“Please?” You contemplate it. As much as you would rather stay in the hallway and ruin him here, you know that if you two were to be caught, you would face suspension and it would ruin your reputation even more. With a sigh and frown, you glance around and spot a dark classroom. Bingo.

You point to it and Gojo’s eyes dart to the empty room, his breathing still fast. He quickly understands it and slowly gets up from the floor.

“Go inside.” It wasn’t a statement, it was an order. He nods and he walks in, glancing behind him to make sure you’re following him inside. As you go into the room, you close the door and lock it, turning back to see Gojo already on the floor on his knees and it makes your heart quicken.

Walking up to him, you before him and immediately return your foot back on his crotch and press down. Gojo lets out a breathy curse from his lips and gasps, his hands obediently at his sides, clenching into fists tightly.

He’s embarrassed at himself for being so easy for you, already at your knees after his plan backfired on him but he’s not complaining. Not when your foot presses down harder which forces a moan out from him and makes his mind foggy. He’s close already. He tells you that and he blushes when you laugh.

“Already? How pathetic,” you tease. “And I thought I would at least get to see you naked first.” The idea of him being fully naked and you fully clothed makes him whimper and he’s quick to open his mouth to beg to get naked for you but you cut him off.

“But I don't think you deserve it after everything you’ve done. You’ll cum from my foot and without taking a piece of clothing off, understood?” He nods before he understands what you said and widens his eyes when he processes it.

“But-” “But?” You raise an eyebrow, daring him to disagree which shuts him right up. You smile and grind your shoe back down on his bulge. “Good, now go on. I know you’re just aching to get some friction, yeah?”

He nods again and doesn’t hesitate for a moment before bucking his hips up against your foot, letting out a soft cry as the pleasure shoots through his body. You keep your foot still and let him do all the work and he lets out a loud moan when a particular thrust has his precum leaking out and dampening his pants.

You feel him twitch underneath your foot and smirk in amusement. “Quiet now, it's still school time, remember?” The reminder has him whimpering, wanting to let out loud noises for you but understanding the environment. You can tell he’s close from the way he’s practically begging with those puppy eyes of his.

“P-Please?” “Please what, Gojo?” He lets out another soft cry, the pleasure being too much. His mind is so foggy from the fact that you two are in an empty classroom and can get caught at any moment and how he can’t let out loud noises like he wants and the feeling of his dick being so hard, it hurts.

And now you’re teasing him. How mean, he wants to say to you. But the chances that you get mad again and leave him here in the classroom by himself with a hard dick is too high. So he begs.

“Please let me cum? Please? I-I’ve been good-” You laugh again. He hasn’t been good at all to you but he has been good at not touching you and keeping quiet. So maybe you’ll take pity on him. Maybe.

“Hm should I?” You pretend to think and Gojo moans, his pace quickening against your foot and he nods frantically. “I don’t think I should.” The second you take your foot off him, Gojo swears he’s close to crying right then and there. His hands subconsciously dart out from his sides to reach for your ankle but your sharp glare stops him.

So instead, he whimpers as tears prickle the corner of his eyes, his dick aching for release. You smirk at the sight.

“Beg for it, Gojo. Unless you want me to leave.” He obeys yet again, almost too eagerly this time that it almost makes you laugh. Geez, knocking Gojo down his high horse is way more fun than you thought it would be.

“[Name] please? Please please please i'll be such a good boy for you i promise!” It’s cute, seeing his glossy eyes and parted lips as he pants like a puppy for you. You swear you see a glimpse of a tail behind him wagging eagerly.

“Do whatever you want to me! Just let me cum, please!” With a smile, you place your foot back on his bulge and press down hard.

He throws his head back with a whimper and he swears he sees stars as his eyes roll to the back of his head.

“Ah!- T-Thank you ngh” He goes back to his previous quick pace again and it’s not long till he’s close again. He squeezes his eyes shut, not trusting himself to not have them roll back and he hesitantly places his hands around your ankle to keep it there, refusing for you to pull away again. You click your tongue in disapproval but don’t say anything about it which he is grateful about.

“I’m gonna cum im gonna cum-” He babbles out as he continues to rut against your foot like a dog in heat. “Such a good boy for me, telling me that you’re close and not cuming without permission.,” you praise and you swear his hips stutters at that. A sucker for praise, it seems.

His eyes shoot open and it's clear what he’s begging for. “Go on, cum.”

And he does almost immediately. One of his hands shoots up to cover his mouth as he muffles his choked moans and whimpers and your eyes look down to see the spot where his crotch is quickly dampening as he cums.

But you don’t stop, you actually speed up. Gojo feels your foot continuing to grind down on his now damp crotch and he can barely hold on, his hand dropping from his mouth back to hastily hold onto your leg. His eyes widen and curses sputter out of his mouth in stutters.

“S-Shit wait! I’m ngh not ready-” You grab a handful of his hair and yank on it hard, forcing him to look directly at you and let out a rather loud whine. He stares at you with tears ready to fall down his face and oh does he look good like this. He’s on his knees, his hips bucking up to your foot as if he didn’t just say he’s not ready, face flushed such a pretty pink as he stares up at you like you own him. The tight grip you have on his hair has his scalp prickling in pain in such a good way that he almost begs for you to yank harder but another moan escapes him before he can.

“Come on, you were begging so nicely earlier,” you say mockingly, a feign pout on your face as you stare down at the once confident man. “Don’t you want to cum again? I think you got some more in you, yeah?”

He immediately nods and lets out a cry when you step down even harder on his clothed dick and pull on his hair harder. Shit, he’s already close again, the overstimulation getting to him and making it feel all so much better. He can barely even talk or speak full sentences anymore, only letting out mainly whines and whimpers and a few babbles here and there.

Each tug of your hand, grind of your shoe, and praise or degradation you graciously give to him has him soon crying out of pure pleasure. Tears streak down his face slowly as he gets closer to cumming again. You’re almost jealous of how pretty he still is while crying.

“Cum.” That’s all he needs to hear before his hips stutter again and he lets out a quiet sob, cumming for the second time and staining his pants even more.

His pace slows down before stopping, his breath slowing down. He slowly leans forward to lean his cheek against your leg and your breath hitches at the sight. You can feel his hot breath against your leg as he stares up at you with hooded eyes and flushed cheeks. He’s mumbling under his breath and you swear you hear “thank you’s” coming out quietly.

You can’t help but lean down slightly and run your hand through his hair, hearing a soft hum coming from him as he sighs when your hand moves down to caress his damp cheek, nuzzling against it.

The sudden sound of the school bell ringing snaps you two out of the trance. Right, you two are still at school in an empty classroom. You hear the other students rush out of the nearby classes to leave and return home and you’re glad that you two aren’t in view of the door window.

You hear a sigh coming from Gojo and you look back at him and see him smile up at you.

“I… enjoyed that,” he murmurs shyly and you can't help but smile. “You did so good for me.” He whines and blushes and you swear you feel another twitch from his crotch.

Let's just say that you two continued to meet at that spot many times after that.

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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[aangelinakii]

idk if i've said it before but i loveloveloveeeee ur damian stuff omg. i had the silliest idea of damian slowly realizing that he was in love with the reader and caught himself doodling them on the corner of a homework assignment and he's adding a sappy caption like "my beloved" and adding his signature before he can stop himself.

DAMIAN WAYNE + CRUSHING.

note : this idea is SO FRRAKING CUTE !!!! i lowk didn't wanna write a whole imagine so i did something similar to what i did with bruce and CRUSHING HEADCANOND !!!! yes yes

damian isn't one to get a crush

crushes are for babies

and damian al ghul wayne is Nawt a baby

so why tf is he sitting in his ap physics class that his father paid for with his old money

doodling your name in the margin of his textbook

beside his stuff about newton's law

whatever that is 💀

his eyes widen at the sight of the scribbles, blacking out what looks like your first name with variations of his last name

what would sound better, wayne or al ghul ?

and below that there's his name, damian, scrawled with your surname

maybe he'd take yours

or mush them together in a double barrel

and oh look he's done that too, just to check how well they'd go together

his knuckles grow white as his grip on his pen tightens, and he knows he should scribble them out further, to better hide the evidence

but something's fluttering in his heart and he can't bring himself to do it

maybe he'll just tear the page out when he gets home and hide it at thr bottom of one of his various drawers, maybe even slide it within the pages of one of his books in there so it's sure to not get found

when damian had found himself thinking about his school friend more than usual

and i mean breakfast lunch and dinner

he just thought

oh we must be really good friends, they must mean a lot to me

but as he stares down at the sketch he's done of what he can see of your face at this angle on one of the desks before him

something hits him and he realises this isn't just friendly

you're his muse, the only thing that can take his mind off what's most important — and at the moment that's getting a good grade in ap physics

there's no way he can talk to any of his brothers about this, not stephanie or barb

duke might be more relenting

cass might be more understanding

even his father would be a stretch

he hasn't had much luck in the love department, what good would he be in this situation ?

perhaps... yes.. perhaps he should talk to alfred when he gets home

[ashtxrie]

due 11:59 pm

— alternatively, enhypen hyungs as your typical high school crush!

PAIR. high school! enhypen hyungs x gn!reader (rest under cut) GENRE. fluff, high school au, bullet points WORD COUNT. 1.8k total MAKNAE LINE VER.

이희승 — lee heeseung

varsity jackets, notes in lockers, late night calls, secret pining, basketball games

secretly (not so secretly) an attention seeker

he's on the varsity basketball team, so by law you're hyping him up (disguised as hyping up the whole team) before the game and now he has to win!!! (plus he made a bet with jay about the team's winning streak)

i'd think that you two are closer than acquaintances but don't know each other well enough to be close friends

you guys probably met through mutual friends groups that kind of merged????

it was junior year when he signed up for every ap class you took just to look at your face more often.

horrible move for his gpa, amazing move for his mental well-being

... that was, until his mental well-being was compromised again because his ap calc grades were... not sexy

"help like actually i don't think my coach will let me stay on the team if i fail another quiz like that 0.05% grade decrease might be the end of my career"

you start tutoring him not because you're super confident about your calc skills, but because 1) you're better than him at least 😂and 2) it's a free excuse to hang out with him after school

you guys have your first tutoring sessions over discord vc btw like LOSERS

"can you hear me okay"

"..."

"dude you're muted"

IT WAS BAD

he's got the popular guy on the outside, an absolute loser on the inside persona

like he's lowkey a romantically awkward dude

but once he got to know you a bit more from your 1 on 1 time (still on discord.) you guys got really close!

would talk shit together right before basketball matches too

"[name] make sure to start booing when the other team shows up because unfortunately i think they're actually really good"

you're really passionate about how the other schools have horrible players (regardless of stats) and love to narrate a play-by-play with heeseung after the match is over

he finally confessed to you after a whole business year (jake and riki were about to dox their private dms by then)

you guys are like those stereotypical high school movie it couples, where it seems like two gorgeous popular people fell in love

they don't need to know he's just a hopeless romantic!!

박종성 — park jongseong

blue ink, keyboard clicks, shared laughs, handwritten notes, guitar strings

you thought he was pretty intimidating at first ngl

first day of school and he has a whole pre-established friend group, somehow found a table to sit at, has an effortless air going for him

you were paired up with him for a group project in history and

god help this man is SO straightforward and to the point

"ok so i'll do this part and you can do those parts. let me know if you have questions."

insert working in SILENCE for the next hour and a half

at least you two got your work done though!

but then, as an icebreaker in the last ten minutes of class you asked:

"oh... so, uh, do you ever wonder how liquid soap was invented?"

girl wtf!

your internal thought processing was like ??? damn who said that??? before you realized it was YOU

fortunately for you, jay was not completely weirded out!

he even looked a bit interested!

VERY interested, actually!

and that's how he began google searching like crazy, pulling up a million wikipedia articles and scouring the internet to answer your question

because how did you know he was curious about that too!

he really went from 0 to 100 and wdym you thought this man was cold and stoic

he became a d1 yapper for a solid ten minutes, up until the second the bell rang

he was even subconsciously walking with you to your lunch spot, STILL talking about william sheppard and that day in 1865

when he stops and finally realizes where he is, he actually blinks a bit before asking if you had joined any lunchtime clubs

and you were like oh yeah!! i'm in guitar club

he looked at you with the biggest heart eyes at that tbh

HE WAS IN LOVE

wdym your interests were perfectly aligned???? was he in a soulmates au

fast forward three months, and he seriously thinks he's found The One

confesses to you after playing guitar!! and he wrote a handwritten letter too with a cheeky reference to that one liquid soap conversation that started it all

you never feel like you're being "too weird" when you're with him and you two can always be your candid goofy selves with each other :))

심재윤 — sim jaeyun

muji pens, fond eye rolls, sharing books, lunch dates, lattes, TI-84s

you already saw this one coming

physics lover jake, but you've deemed physics your number one opp

HOW can this man go "i love this subject so much omg" after you've just gotten your third 72% in a row?!

it's not like you weren't smart (the class average was a 55)

and it's not like you hated the subject itself

okay maybe you did

but you just thought there were so many other alternatives other than physics to fawn over as a favorite subject. like. ANY other subject

one day, you're seated next to jake in calc and he just turns to you and starts talking out of NOWHERE

he’s like wow isn’t this so interesting? calc is like a hobby of mine!!

and you’re like boy stfu??? i’m literally struggling how is this your pastime 

poor guy just wanted to make small talk and impress you with stuff he thought you were interested in… which is academics 

fast forward to that afternoon in history though, and tests are passed back

you're a certified humanities girl, so you got an 100!!! academic weapon

jake, however..... is kind of an academic shield in this case

on the midterm, he had written that the victorian era ended in 1592, and filled in everything else he didn't know with "mansa musa" because it was the only thing he retained from ap world

maybe you genuinely felt really bad for hating on him when he had struggles of his own, or maybe you felt really nice that day, or maybe you were secretly hoping to get to know him more....

either way, you don't know what came over you when you tapped on his shoulder

you missed how his eyes widened a bit when he turned around, and how he looked genuinely shocked that you were talking to him in an initiated conversation! maybe his rizz was working! (maybe it was)

"there's a method that i use to memorize terms that i could teach you, if you want"

IF HE WANTS??? he would've literally jumped with joy if the paper in front of him wasn't such a nuclear bomb to his gradebook

so that's how you suddenly started spending all your lunches sitting with jake at an empty table together

he tutors you back for physics and math too, so it's fair

and DAMN it works

suddenly you two are all-rounder academic weapons???? he has your back for STEM, you have his back for humanities

like that's literally a power couple right there.

only one problem.

you aren't a couple!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

you confess to him after one of your study sessions, by plotting a heart on the desmos graphing calculator using the equations that he taught you

it was super cute!!

he was literally the proudest and happiest man alive he teared up a bit (he would never admit it though)

and NOW you guys are the campus power couple

“babe look at this!” and he's waving at you with his 100 on the history final

he actually started jumping and hugging you (embarrassingly) when you found out you got a 94% average in physics at the end of the semester, giving you an A in the class

you were so shocked when you opened your report card that you didn't even register it until you heard jake go "YOOO OH MY GOD BABE THAT'S INSANE I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT YESSS I'M SO PROUD OF YOU"

well maybe thanks to jake the subject isn't so bad now!

박성훈 — park sunghoon

big school, comfortable silence, convenience stores, headphones, lingering gazes

the "everything kinda sucks here, except you" type of plot

sunghoon tries to stay out of the spotlight, keeping to himself with his head down, hood up, and headphones on

you're not really sure when you met him first actually, but you're both the same type of people where you're just going through the motions

you intrigued him though-- maybe it was the slightly melancholic look in your eyes? or maybe it was the way you purse your lips when you find a particularly hard question on the worksheets in class

either way, he finds himself wanting to get to know you more

funnily enough, he sees you at the convenience store after school as he walks home, and his feet start walking him in your direction

you see him first, and give him a smile and a little wave-- and sunghoon waves back without even thinking about it

that was the entire interaction that day, but sunghoon keeps replaying that part when you smiled and waved at him

why can't he stop thinking about it?

some things definitely changed too-- you start saying hi to him in the hallways at school, you turn to sunghoon to ask questions in class, and you seem to brighten up whenever you see him

you guys start to have conversations, starting with simple small talk, then moving to longer, more random dialogue where you both just say whatever comes to mind

the two of you become so close that you decide to walk to and from school together, since you found out that you only live a couple blocks away

sunghoon likes to place his headphones over your ears to show you new songs every morning, and you like to share earbuds in the afternoon to walk home together

he also starts to slip little notes about his day in your backpack before you go your separate ways in the neighborhood, signing off with a little p.s. to meet him at the park before sunset

it takes him SO long to muster up the courage to confess to you because he keeps thinking you'd say no

but when he finally does, all his fears melt away because you looked at him in such a soft way

he's actually reminded of why he fell for you in the first place

because with you, there’s no judgment from the outside world in the little bubble that you’ve created with him

it's just the two of you against the world <3

TAGLIST : @star-sim @boyfiejay @jlheon @jwsdoll @dimplewonie @suneng @en-gelic

[earthsparked]

I want the Cybertronians to see us using our teeth on our every day life, like opening a bag of chips or just biting that itchy spot on our arm, bet those bots will be alarmed

Anon, you must be in my brain, because I caught myself doing this the other day with a bag of cashews and wondered the same thing. It's such a little thing that we don't even really think about. You have teeth, of course you're going to tear open a stubborn piece of packaging. Why get scissors or a knife? You have built-in equipment for this.

In the wider scheme of things, our teeth are not particularly impressive compared to some mammals. Even compared to other apes. We're omnivores, not full-on carnivores designed to kill things with our mouths. We have pretty good jaw pressure and can bite in aggression or self-defense, but it's considered kind of a dirty way of fighting to the point that "no biting" is used as a joke, and when it actually happens, it ends up being notable. i.e., George Foreman's famous ear chomp. Or how young kids sometimes bite and have to be socialized into, y'know, not doing that because it's not proper. There's something edging on the animalistic about using your mouth for things like that, or at least the society I was raised in seems to find it so.

I was reading that there's evidence that early humans used their teeth as tools more commonly, before we developed tools that served that purpose and protected our teeth. We moved past needing to use our teeth for anything but chewing, with our use of tools. We have weapons for defense or attack, we have ways of dispatching prey, we have scissors and knives for opening packages. Outside of eating, we mostly use our teeth for social signaling (smiling) and for making certain sounds while speaking, apparently.

But we still sometimes just find it easier to use our teeth. It's like a teeny-tiny throwback to a past we don't even remember. Just making do with what we have. I saw one story from NOVA that suggested we use our mouths as a "third hand" also, when we're doing complicated tasks and need to hold something. Like having bobby pins in your mouth while doing hair, holding something in your teeth while you're juggling your keys to open a door, anime running to class with a piece of toast, etc.

All that said, I can imagine some mixed reactions from mechs seeing us do that for the first time. You have this very civilized person who looks a lot like a mech, acts a lot like a mech, is very relatable despite being a wet and sloshy little organic. Only for you to suddenly turn around and remind them, as a previous person mentioned, you're an animal actually. Doing something that your ancient ancestors did on a regular basis. You don't have to, but you can, and why bother getting up to get the scissors?

Some of them might be startled, others might just see it as "well yeah, they're organics, what do you expect." Because I don't think they would have ever actually had a need to use their teeth (dentae) for any of the uses an organic would? They don't need to kill with their teeth for energon. They don't need to chew to get nutrients. Biting other mechs would be inadvisable and a poor strategy for doing damage.

The 'cons, though, would be awfully surprised to find you've chewed through the rope they tied around your wrists, have broken loose, and are busy taking their ship apart.

[xo-adeline]

"The touch I never knew I needed..."

⋆°• ☁︎ - Learning how to touch (Sfw)

Feat. Michael Kaiser

AN - Just had a breakdown over AP Lang, emailed my teacher, feeling shitty<3

You always noticed how once you stated dating Kaiser had been okay, for lack of better words, with you touching him. Even if when you first started, it took a little bit for him to warm up to it, the only issue is that he had never once touched you. No hugs, hand-holding, or anything, even if there had been many attempts to try. The slight raises of his hand towards your face when the two of you were relaxing on the couch, just for seconds later, it to be pulled away and placed back in his lap, or resting on the sides of the couch. It was the immediate assumption that this lack of physical contact had stemmed from his father and the abuse he used to put him through, but wouldn’t he also be scared of you touching him if that was indeed the fact? With no answers, and even fewer speculations after each of your ideas were shot down by other facts, you stopped trying to figure it out, or, at least it wasn’t at the top of your mind anymore. 

Well, that was until he finally broke. 

The second you two stepped back inside your shared house he had hugged you. Of course, you were shocked for a second before hugging him back. However, it didn’t last long. “..Sorry, I just… You seemed upset at that party and I know that hugs help people.” He paused for a second before speaking back up as he started walking back towards the bedroom. “I didn’t hurt you… Did I?” To which you shook your head. Unbeknownst, to him, it felt…Nice…

With that he gave a small nod and continued his walk to the bedroom, making sure to softly close the door behind him as he made it inside. You couldn’t help but think about how weird it was. Out of nowhere the man that never once hugged anybody, not even after winning big championships and world-class titles, did he ever hug his teammates. Just hugged you because you looked sad? The mystery was only getting more and more weird when he asked if he hurt you, and that’s when you realized. Even if he hadn’t hugged his teammates he had put his hands on them. That’s when the flashbacks of Blue Lock TV resurfaced from your hippocampus. All his matches with Ness, the amount of times he had put his hands on him and it had ended with a teary-eyed Ness. He was afraid of hurting you. Just like his father had hurt him with his touch. 

The walk over towards the bedroom was slow as you tried to piece together thoughts and come up with a way that you were going to bring up the issue and try to reason with him, that he wasn’t his father, and you knew he would have never hurt you. 

A las when you had walked through the door he was teary-eyed sitting on the edge of the bed, looking up when you slowly opened the door. He faced away from you. He knew he looked pathetic and he would have much rather had you not see him like this. What kind of emperor would he be if he got all teary-eyed because he had hugged somebody? Emotions could only take control as you saw the way he kept himself shielded and turned away from you. “Kaiser. You’re not your father.. Just because you might have hurt some people before doesn’t mean you’ll hurt everybody you touch. You don’t have to take the same path he did.” You sat down next to him, your hand slowly landing on his upper arm. “...But what if I do. What happens if I try to hug you and I punch you or try to strangle you..?” “But what if you don’t..?” The second the words had left it was like every wall he ever had came crashing down, he had turned himself and hugged you again, letting himself cry into your shoulder, as you sat there, rubbing his back. There was no way he was like his father, his father wouldn’t have had even a fourth of the heart Michael did. And while the rest of the world saw him as God’s chosen emporer, the arrogant football star, you just saw him as Michael. The same guy who would come home after practice every day and give you a small kiss on the forehead, no matter how pissed off it was at his teammates, his coach, or even the world. You knew that even if he wasn’t in his right mind there would be no way he could hurt you, and you trusted that more than you could imagine. 

[twistedpink]

Malleus with his skill with magic and a reader who’s good at technology! Both of you guys agree to help the other out with stuff that the other doesn’t understand/can’t do. Malleus needs help getting his phone off of silent? He asks you to help him! You can’t make the potion for your class? He’s at your side! It’s super cute the way that the two would make up for the other’s shortcomings. What are friends (or potential partners?) for?

EEEE

Malleus Draconia is your friend with benefits, but it’s not anything sexy.. The two of you are symbiotic! The best of pals! You use your history and convenient friendship to excuse just how close he’s gotten, but it can’t be what you think it is. No way you pulled a prince.

FWB!Malleus that haunts the halls of ignihyde whenever he comes over for “tech 4 dummies 101” (you say that “dummies” is affectionate), there have been SO MANY complaints of fireflies “housebreaking” the dorm at night. When Ortho comes sniffing around the lounge for ways to bugproof it, all you can do is giggle from the safety of your room <3

FWB!Malleus is the worst with personal space. After awhile of observing his habits you’ve learned that he’s not inconsiderate, just comfortable. Nobody else in class approaches him- much less spends this much time with him. If only they knew your “captor” is the only reason for your alchemy mark :) At this point it’d be better to gatekeep him more than anything you promise it’s just for grades, but he’s his own best firewall.

FWB!Malleus that’s so excitable when the prefect shows up, it kinda makes you.. jealous? NO. This can’t be!!! You’re supposed to use him for honor role (cheat code for ssr internships) and then ghost him during senior year! When did he become so important??

Your very best friend is comically bad at regulating his emotions, but you’re both messes, and it’s a whole lot easier sorting out the mess together. “A problem shared is a problem halved” And if a couple tamagotchi repairs or pooling AP homework questions is enough to keep your mostly-friends-kinda-married thing going, it’s well worth it. <3

Happy early birthday Malleus!! I gifted you a friend!

[quaintii]

Across the Street

Part 1

Summary: It's been a couple weeks since a new family moved in, across the street. You go pay them a visit with an offer.

Warnings: no smut yet... just some build-up. Miguel x f!reader (I got the pic from Twitter, the @ is @kimmy_arts0912!!) also sorry that its hella long, plot ykk (pls read a/n at end!)

Part 2 <-

Part 3 <-

On a Sunday afternoon, you decided to go out with your friends at the mall. You hear a knock on front your door and open it. "Hey! I came here early again, didn't I?" Your friend said "Hey Ash! You motion your hand inside your house.

She takes a seat on the couch, smiling and giggling. "Heyy, why are you like that?" You furrow your eyebrows together with a grin on your face, giving her some juice.

You jolt as she stands up quickly and grips your shoulders.

"Did you see that guy across the street?!" She fans herself with her hand, exaggerating and giggling. You raise your eyebrows, not knowing who she's talking about. "No..., why? You like him?" You nudge her shoulder with yours in return. "A man like that.. can fuck my brains out!" She exclaims.

You quickly slap her thigh in response, getting a groan from her. "Fuck you do that for?!?" "My parents are home! You mumble. In shock, she covered her mouth with her hand. A few seconds later, you hear a ring from the front door.

You open your door to your whole friend group, the 5 of you in total. You greet them all in and spend a couple minutes inside before heading to the car altogether, carpooling.

"Hurry up!" One of your friends yell at the other one. Your eyes avert to what Ashley was talking about earlier, you see a big U-haul truck with multiple men pulling out furniture.

None seemed to be the man your friend described until you see a man from the huge window pane talking and motioning his hands where to place the furniture. Seems like your friend wasn't exaggerating at all. He wore a black button up shirt, some buttons loosened on top. Adjourned with some dark grey work pants that fit between some-what tight and loose.

What really caught your eyes were his glasses, sitting perfectly on his nose bridge. As he looked around his surroundings, he caught your gaze and gave a small grin. You snap out of it and return back to reality and enter the backseat, engine starting and loud booming music playing.

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You sit down with your legs crossed over the other, waiting for the waiters to take the group's orders. You rest your chin on your palm, sighing. One of your friends seem to notice.

She touches your shoulder, "Something up?" She asks. You nod your head, resting it on her shoulder. "Yeah... my parents told me I have to start paying rent to stay at the house." You let out another breathy sigh. "I mean I don't even know how I'm going to manage when I'm focusing on paying back my student debt from last year and with my one job not being enough.." You muttered softly.

Your other friends eavesdrop and reassure that it'll be fine and to not pressure yourself into becoming a total workaholic. you let out a small laugh and the waiter finally heads towards your table.

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The next morning you wake up with a bad hangover, only remembering your friends' went to a club and its a blur after that.

You get up and change your bed sheets and take a relaxing shower. As your in your bed with your laptop working on your AP classes, your mom barged in.

"Get your ass up and do something! I'll be making you pay rent by the end of the month!" She raised her tone at you, annoying your peace.

"Mom, I'm already busy with paying my student debt from last year with my on-going job right now!" You exclaim back. "I've applied to other places for a job, they keep rejecting me." Your mom gave you nothing but a scoff and a cold glare. "Are you positive you've looked everywhere for a job nearby?!" She stepped into your room further.

You nod your head, annoyed how she always had an attitude with you.

"Well it looks like you didn't look close enough, the new neighbor across the street is looking for a babysitter." She said while touching your posters, eyeing the window.

"How do you know?" You asked. "He posted an obvious sign outside his front yard 3 days ago." Your mom sighed. "Look.. just give that one a try or move somewhere else with your friends." She's finally out of your bubble.

You groan and place your head on your laptop as you closed it. You slip into your shoes and head downstairs and walk across the street. "Seriously, what a nagging bitch.." You mumble under your breath and ring the doorbell.

The door opens sooner than you expected, facing a tall figure towering over you. It's him.

"May I help you, Ms?" He raised his eyebrow, expecting a response from you.

Finally being infront of him hit you like a stone brick, your vocal chords thrown out the window. You clear your throat. "Good morning, I don't mean to be a bother to you but I heard you're wanting a babysitter..?"

"Oh yeah, that reminds me..are you available later in the afternoon? If not, tomorrow if you're not." He gave off a small smile. "For afternoon, yes but if you don't mind me asking what for?"

"Oh sorry," he places one of his hands on his hip, other on the back of his neck. "For an interview, just want to do a small background check, that okay with you?" He tilts his head to the slide, letting a subtle smile stretch across his lips.

You nod and shake his head, heading back home.

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You walk up to his door to knock and check your phone. 4:05 p.m. You avert your eyes at him as he opens the door, smiling and greeting you inside. Miguel remains standing while you take a seat. He looks at you, studying your face, your movements, and the way you sit down. Once you make yourself comfortable, he sighs, looking away.

"Can I take a look at that?" He asked and you slide the folder file his way. He nods a couple times as he flips through the papers and starts typing on his computer.

"Do you have any experience with taking care of babies?"

He asks quietly.

"Yeah, I always babysat when I was in highschool."

He nods, seeming satisfied with the answer you gave. Miguel was quiet for a few moments, his mind going over a few things. He eventually speaks, and when he does, his voice sounds almost like a whisper.

"Could I trust you with taking care of my daughter then? With her safety and everything?"

He was quiet again.

"She's... very precious to me. I don't want her to get hurt."

"Yes of course! I would gladly take great care of her for you sir." You responded politely.

"Very well then."

He remains silent, looking at you for a moment longer, thinking about what to say next. The man then nods and starts talking again.

"She's five, and her name is Gabriella. She's a little angel... and she's mine."

Miguel took a breath and sighed, rubbing his face.

"She'll be home in a couple hours; I'll be gone..she's at her mother's house right now. I was planning on telling her that she'll have a babysitter, so she'll be excited."

He starts walking but then stops again. He then looks at you again and nods, as if he was thinking of something.

"Oh, I just need to set some rules and expectations for you to stick by, if you don't mind."

Miguel waits for you to acknowledge his words.

Your face turns a soft red, "Sorry, I was just spacing out but yeah of course." You smile back.

Miguel chuckles when you say you space out, and nods to acknowledge your answer.

"That's completely fine."

"First rule; you're responsible for her safety while I'm gone. No strangers can come in and stay, no party, etc." He seems to be thinking of more rules to add, taking a moment.

"Second; be nice to her. She's young and is easily scared or sad. So be kind."

He nods as if he finished, but then goes silent again.

"Third; no boys allowed without my permission. It's a rule for everyone, honestly." You continuously agree to his terms.

Miguel nods, still looking at you. His eyes seem to take a quick glance down at your clothes, studying you once again. He seemed to stare at your body as his gaze moved across your clothes; he didn't care that he was staring at you.

"I think that's it. Any questions?" "Nope!"

"Very well." Miguel nods, as if he was satisfied with the answer you gave.

"Then you will begin your babysitting job tonight when Gabi is here..." He pulls his cell phone and looks at the time on the screen before looking back at you.

"...in 2-3 hours. She'll be excited to see you, so make sure to make her smile." Miguel smiles at you and nods once again.

Miguel's eyes go back to your body, his gaze slowly moving across your curves from top to bottom. He then looks away.

"You will also find two numbers on the fridge; mine and the number for our family doctor. They are for emergencies."

Miguel then crosses his arms.

"That's all I have to say. Gabriella will be here in two hours. She'll knock three times before entering, okay?"

"Got that," you noted mentally.

Miguel nods one more time. "Alright, I'll be gone then. Don't worry, Gabriella is very easy to take care of."

He smiles and starts walking to the front door again. Before leaving, he waits to see if you had anything to add.

"See you tomorrow then Ms." You shoot a smile at him and head to the door first, which unexpectedly you stumble over a Barbie doll car. You stop from tripping onto your knees as you feel calloused hands brush over your waist, slightly gripping onto your skin. His hands around your waist made you shiver, the small skin to skin contact emitting some heat to your core.

You regain your posture quickly, embarrassed of yourself. "I'm sorry.." You blurt out. "Its fine really, Gabi tends to leave a trail of her toys around the house", he laughs lightly. "Ah okay...see you tomorrow then Mr.." You wait for his response. "Mr. O'Hara is fine." He says before shutting the door.

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a/n: srry its pretty long, you guys can tell me down in the comments if you want a part 2 or if you'd like this to be a slow burn but somewhat fast? leave any tips!! ty :3

EDIT: PART 2

[ordinary-barbie]

'cause you know i love the players, and you love the game.

summary: Saxon is always up for a challenge, but he wasn't prepared for you to beat him at his own game.

word count: 2.7k

tags: saxon being a typical prick, lots of sexual tension, bantering, unprotected p in v sex, fingering, doggy style, missionary, creampie, saxon is a bit of a mean!dom, reader...reads books (lol), saxon lowkey good at aftercare?

note: song title from blank space by tswift!

18+ content ahead—minors DNI!

Saxon loved a challenge.

He'd always been super competitive, even as a child. He had to be the fastest in gym class, the smartest student in AP Econ, the best employee at work to shut down the stupid nepo baby discourse.

But if there's one challenge Saxon especially thrived for, it was chasing women. He lived for the girls who played hard to get, who didn't fall into his lap so easily—though he definitely wouldn't turn those kinds of ladies down. (Hey, he was still getting his dick wet.) And with the White Lotus's stupid "digital detox" bullshit, he was even more hyperfocused on seeking out some pussy.

That British girl with the brown hair—Chelsea—had caught his eye right from the start. But she seemed to actually be in love with that grouchy fifty-year-old dude for some reason. There was Chloe, but she too was inexplicably wrapped up with some old white dude. Saxon didn't get it.

He turned a wandering eye to Jaclyn and her two friends—they were hot, and he was horny. But then, someone stopped him in his tracks: you.

You dropped into the beach chair next to Saxon's without a second thought, pulling a book out of your bag. Slouching Towards Bethelem by Joan Didion, whoever the fuck that was. You pushed your sunglasses to the top of your head and opened your book, crossing and uncrossing your legs.

Saxon lazily trailed his eyes up and down your body, giving extra focus to your beautiful tits and those incredible legs. Holy shit. He felt his pants grow tighter and all you were doing was fucking reading.

Saxon leaned in closer to you. "Hey, I'm Saxon. Whatcha reading?"

You looked up from your book, sending Saxon a withering glare that made his dick twitch. "Why do you care? I didn't think frat boys knew how to read," you snarkily replied.

Saxon laughed heartily. "Wow, you are mean. "I went to Duke, babe. Of course, I can read."

"I'm not your babe," you replied, rolling your eyes.

"Well, you didn't give me a name, sweetheart. I gotta know who I'm working with here," Saxon said flirtatiously.

Against your better judgment, you gave Saxon your name. He repeated it, loving how the syllables sounded in his mouth. He hoped he got to scream it once he was balls deep inside of you.

"I'm guessing you're not really interested in Joan Didion's musings on life in 1960s California," you deadpanned, holding up your book cover so Saxon could see the title.

"Nah, not really," Saxon casually replied. "But I'd listen to you read the fuckin' dictionary, to be honest."

You chuckled, and Saxon felt like he'd won the fuckin' lottery. "You're quite the charmer, aren't you, Saxon?"

Saxon lazily smirked. "What do you think I studied at Duke?"

You scoffed, trying to look impassive, but this stupid frat boy was actually amusing you. "You're incredible."

"Incredibly...handsome? Funny? Irresistible?" Saxon flashed you a cocky grin.

You shook your head, returning to your book. "If you think I'm gonna stroke your ego, keep dreaming, my guy."

It was official—Saxon was hooked. Let the games begin.

-

Slowly but surely, Saxon began to unravel the mystery behind you. You'd studied photography at a state school ("Sorry it's no Duke," you'd quipped). You were the same age as him and were on vacation with your mom and stepdad, who was "hella loaded." You loved collecting records and the color blue ("Like my eyes," Saxon noted smugly.)

It’s been a while since he’d done this, actually getting to know a girl. And you were pretty cool. But Saxon had needs, and he felt like he wasn’t any closer to getting you in his bed. He’d had to settle for imagining your body on his while he jerked off in the bathroom.

Saxon felt like you were torturing him. Every piece of clothing you wore drove him crazy. You could be wearing a beach cover up and all he could think about is ripping it off and bending you over one of the chairs.

The afternoon had started off as usual. You sat in your beach chair, pulling out a book to read (today’s was As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner). Then you yawned and stretched, arching your back and giving Saxon a nice view of the cleavage hidden behind your bikini top.

Then you turned to him, asking if you could rest your feet in his lap. Obviously, he said yes. You smiled and went back to your book. But then…the tip of your foot started grazing his calf. He thought he imagined it at first, but then you did it again. Saxon gulped, the tips of his ears turning pink and his stomach doing flips. Fuck. He silently pleaded for the blood to stop rushing to his dick.

"Everything good, Saxon?" you asked sweetly, resting your book in your lap.

"I'm always good," Saxon said, trying to look like the very picture of nonchalance.

You flashed him a sly grin before returning to your book, but not before your foot casually brushed up against the growing tent in his shorts. Oh, you were evil. Saxon was so used to having the upper hand, able to charm women eventually, even the hard-to-get ones. But there you were, pulling out tricks Saxon didn't even know you had.

“Well played,” Saxon muttered to himself, impressed.

-

Saxon wasn't a hugely spiritual person, but he felt the universe had aligned things perfectly for him in that moment.

Chloe and her weird old man boyfriend had invited the Ratliffs and your family to hang out on their yacht, but you'd declined, feigning a headache. Your mom had worried, but Saxon quickly jumped in, assuring that he would ensure you would be taken care of while she and your stepdad were on the boat.

Now the two of you were alone, enjoying each other's company in your family's residence. Both of you were sprawled out on the couch, Saxon allowing you to use him as a footrest once again while you read another book (A Room with a View by E.M. Forster was today's choice).

"Just wondering, did you bring an entire fuckin library here or what?" Saxon teased, nudging your foot.

You snorted, playfully rolling your eyes at Saxon. "I always like to carry a few books when I travel. Maybe try cracking one open sometime—it might expand that little brain of yours."

"Don't know why you need those old books when I'm right here, baby," Saxon said, smirking lazily.

You stuck your bookmark in your book and put it on the coffee table, focusing your attention on Saxon. "You know what? You're right."

You shifted your position, climbing into Saxon's lap and wrapping your arms around his neck. You stared intently at him, inching your face closer and closer...your lips nearly touching his...

Then you brushed his nose with yours and returned to your spot on the couch, whistling innocently.

Saxon felt a boiling teakettle about to erupt. You were in his fucking lap, so close to finally putting those gorgeous lips on his, and then—you just had to be a little tease. Saxon wondered, did it get you off to see him so flustered and sexually frustrated?

Saxon muttered some excuse about needing to piss, locking himself in the nearest bathroom and stroking his painfully hard cock. He had the image of you in his lap, all pretty and perfect, playing on a loop in his mind as he spurted out hot ropes of cum into his hand.

-

It was the night of the Full Moon Party, and Saxon was ready to let loose.

Chloe, Chelsea, Saxon, and you had flocked to Koh Phangan to let loose and party. It turned out that Chloe and Chelsea were actually fun without their boring old boyfriends around. However, Saxon mainly had eyes for you.

You were mesmerizing, looking like a vision in your glittery eyeshadow and crocheted bikini top. Saxon watched you casually drinking a beer and getting jealous of the bottle, wishing your lips were wrapped around him.

When Chloe offered you all party drugs, you and Saxon both declined. Saxon was relieved. If something were to happen tonight—and he was hoping it was, because he couldn't deal with this pent-up horniness any longer—he didn't want you to be fucked up in the process.

Chloe convinced you all to continue the party on the yacht, and you all obliged. You marveled at the size of the yacht, intimidated by its size. Your stepdad was rich, yes, but it looked like Chloe's boyfriend Gary was wealthy wealthy.

On the other hand, Saxon didn't give a shit about the yacht. He supposed it was nice, but he was operating on a one-track mind right now.

Saxon pulled Chloe aside, asking her if there was anywhere...private to hang out on the yacht.

Chloe smirked. "You're going to fuck _____, aren't you?"

Saxon huffed. "Dunno. I'm trying to."

Chloe laughed. "We have a guest room upstairs. Follow me."

-

When Chloe told you that Saxon wanted to meet with you on the terrace, you weren't entirely sure what to expect. The past few days with him had been a fun game of cat-and-mouse, with banter flying easily between the two of you, and his priceless reactions to you getting a rise out of him.

But something about this particular night felt different. Maybe it was the full moon or something in the air, but you suddenly had butterflies in your stomach.

Saxon was lounging in a deck chair, his shirt fully unbuttoned. His grin when he finally spotted you was absolutely filthy. "Hey," he said casually. "Having a good night?"

You nodded, sitting in the chair next to Saxon's. "It's been fun."

"You wanna keep having some fun, just the two of us?" Saxon asked, his breath hot against your ear. You shivered, squeezing your legs together.

"You know, I thought we were gonna have fun together the other day while everyone else was on the yacht," Saxon admitted, shrugging his shoulders. "But someone decided she wanted to play games instead. Isn't that right?"

"Saxon, I—"

"Do you know what it feels like to have something so close, yet so far away?" Saxon murmured, stroking your bottom lip. "From the moment I saw you I wanted to fuck you, but I knew I had to work for a girl like you to even spare me a glance. So I waited. Got to know you and shit."

Your breath hitched as Saxon moved closer, ghosting his lips over yours, barely touching. "The other day, I jerked off and came harder than I have in a long time. And you know why?"

You silently shook your head, your heart pounding due to the proximity between you and Saxon.

Saxon kissed you below your ear. "Because." Another kiss to your neck. "You decided." A third kiss, right above your cleavage. "To be."

Finally, he took your face in his hands and kissed you, licking your bottom lip before he pulled away. "A fucking tease."

You whimpered, and Saxon's lips curled into a devious smirk. "Aw, what's the matter, sweetheart? Where's that smart mouth of yours gone?"

You felt like you would explode if you didn't have Saxon's lips on you again. You climbed into his lap, kissing him deeply, before he cut it short.

"Saxon!" you whined.

Saxon chuckled, carefully lifting you off his lap. "You've had your fun, babe. Now it's my turn."

-

Saxon was definitely giving you a taste of your own medicine.

He had you bent over the guest bed, your face buried into the mattress, and a pillow to rest your knees on. And he was going slow—agonizingly slow. The tip of his cock lazily teased your entrance for what felt like hours. And when you begged him to get a move on, he withdrew his dick and started lazily pumping his fingers in and out of you.

"You know, I think I understand why people get off on this teasing shit," Saxon said, casually rubbing your clit and eliciting another whine out of you. "This is kinda fun."

Your lip wobbled. "Saxon—please. 'm sorry. I won't tease you anymore."

Saxon continued to massage your clit, making your legs shake. "Gonna have to beg a little harder than that, darling."

Something about that damned nickname had your pussy clamping down on Saxon's fingers. He groaned. "Shit, you're so tight and wet and warm for me already. I bet my dick is gonna feel even better inside of you."

"Just—please fuck me, Saxon," you begged, throwing any inklings of pride out the window. "Need your dick inside of me."

Saxon's eyes darkened, his grin growing wider. "Atta girl."

Saxon pulled his fingers out, licking your slick off of them, and started pumping his dick. Luckily, you were soaking wet, so he wouldn't have any trouble sliding inside of you.

You both moaned at the sensation of Saxon's dick pushing into your wet cunt. He took one of your legs and put it over his shoulder, and the angle felt absolutely sublime as Saxon started fucking into you, hitting your G-spot just right.

Saxon grunted. "You getting close, baby?" he asked, noticing your breathing becoming more labored and your legs trembling.

You hummed, your words failing you right now. "Then cum," Saxon commanded, rubbing quick circles against your clit.

You let out a wail as you came, not caring if the entire country of Thailand heard you in the throes of pleasure. Saxon groaned, loving the creamy ring you formed around his cock.

"Please tell me you're on the pill," Saxon muttered, desperately wanting to release inside you.

"Yes," you assured him, bucking your hips. "Need your cum inside."

Saxon growled, flipping you on your back and grabbing your hips as he rocked into you. "Mine," he muttered possessively. "Want you to be my girl."

You gasped, your pussy clamping down at Saxon's territorial tone. "I'm all yours, Saxon," you said breathily, pulling him into a brief, messy kiss.

That's what broke the dam for him. He came with a grunt, kissing your neck as his cum spilled inside of you in thick spurts.

Saxon collapsed on the bed next to you, a dazed smile on his face. "Shit, I feel like you drained a week's worth of cum out of me.. I can't remember the last time I was so pent-up."

You laughed softly, kissing his shoulder. "I hate to stroke a rich white man's ego, but that was probably the best sex I've had, like, ever."

Saxon grinned smugly, putting his arms behind his head. "Careful, don't say stuff like that unless you want me to get hard again."

You rolled your eyes. "Behave yourself, and maybe we can do this again later."

Saxon snorted, looking at you warmly before getting up. "Where are you going?" you asked, suddenly feeling panicky.

"Just getting some towels to clean you up," he replied, flashing a lopsided grin. "Did you think I was gonna ditch you?"

You looked away bashfully, not wanting to admit that that's exactly what you were afraid of. You'd been through this before with a few fuckboy frat boys, who hardly ever wanted to cuddle afterwards and definitely weren't thinking about providing aftercare. That was a big reason you withheld yourself from Saxon for so long. You'd been falling for this boy and were terrified of letting your heart get stomped on once he finally got what he wanted.

Saxon returned from the guest bathroom with a warm towel, cleaning you up. "Make sure you go piss," he said, lightly shoving you when you rolled your eyes at him. "Don't be a brat. Gonna ask Chloe if she's got some water for you, if you want it."

Your heart squeezed with affection. "I appreciate it," you said.

After you'd used the bathroom and sipped on some Perrier Saxon got for you, the two of you headed back to his family's place, cuddling in his bed. There were only a few days of vacation left, and Saxon was determined to make the most of them with you.

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00 - Pilot

synopsis ! he’s an American football player by day and a passionate mathematician by night. She’s a well-rounded historian and writer who couldn’t evaluate a derivative to save her life. They lived in two different worlds but shared the same study room.

series masterlist | cmnt to be added to taglist !

cw ! no use of y/n, y/n is _____, fluff, slow burn, college au, ooc sukuna, f!reader, child abuse/neglect, alcohol abuse, suggestive

fic radio ! Heavy by The Marías

Ryomen Sukuna knew from a young age that he was a genius. It didn’t take his fourth grade teacher’s praises or his middle school principal placing him in higher level math and science classes. He just knew. But his mother, the resentful drunk, put no effort into his education or his future.

He was the product of her falling in love with an American “businessman” who ended up being a low-level drug dealer who eventually got arrested. On his release day, he had already run away to a distant South American country. So here lived Ryomen and his absentee mother, who moved to America to live in a trailer park.

Ryomen’s mother didn’t bother taking him to school or making sure he got on the bus, so he attended school when he could. His teachers constantly sent notes home begging his mother to bring Ryomen to school, but she didn’t care to read them.

Ryomen picked up small jobs around the park, taking care of the elderly for money and sometimes just a meal. When a social worker was sent home, his mother laughed at the idea of Ryomen being intelligent, chuckling, “That brat will never amount to anything. Both his parents are dumb as fuck anyway!”

By middle school, he was juggling two jobs while attending school whenever he could. He probably broke a good amount of child labour laws, but it’s what kept him and his mother alive.

High school changed his life. His good friend, Toji Fushiguro, begged him to try out for the football team. He mused about how many girls they would get, knowing that he only asked Ryomen to try out with him because he was nervous.

Ryomen picked up football with ease. He was an aggressive tackler, and he was an amazing runner. All those hours he worked at factories and warehouses added to his physique. Having to fight the odd men his mother brought over sometimes also toughened him up. But in the case of football, he wasn't pushing himself because he had to; he played because it became an outlet for him.

He ended up being so good that he and Toji went to college with their amazing skills. Ryomen as a quarterback and Toji as a tight end. Their small town never sent anyone to college for sports, so Ryomen and Toji were practically celebrities. Toji thought it was a miracle that he would be attending a highly selective school just because he could catch a ball and block a few dudes. He had no clue that even without the sports scholarship, Ryomen could have gotten into an Ivy Leauge school with just his grades alone. He was an undercover nerd.

. . .

You grew up in the kind of environment where everything you did was talked about. Being one of the wealthiest families in Upstate New York meant all eyes were on you at all times. You were an only child who was afraid to rebel. So you tried your hardest to be picture perfect. Never allowing yourself to break under pressure.

Attending one of the most prestigious prep schools in New York meant having to be at the top of your class. It meant juggling a full schedule of APs, electives, extracurriculars, clubs, and tutoring. You did all of this seemingly without breaking a sweat. Being the best had a cost. You didn't get to live the teenage life, and it upset you. Your parents insisted on you staying close. But you had different ideas. You were tired of feeling like a hermit. Never having drank alcohol, or dated, or even partied(outside of formal events), you needed to do college right. You couldn’t achieve that close to home.

You could do that at Ohio State. You wouldn’t be the slightly entitled good girl. You'd be the life of the party.

. . .

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