#my best friend is doing a math degree so there a lot more types of complex math but i put in the famous ones

[onlymingyus]

To You (Teaser)

pairing; joshua hong x lee seokmin x afab reader

genre; fluff, smut (minor dni), angst (for the actual fic) - this teaser is just fluff and some angst

warnings; there are no real warnings for this teaser, there will be warnings listed for the actual fic when it is released. things to know about this fic in case you want to be added to my tag list in advance; threesome, poly relationship aspects -- there will be smut, pining, college au

w/c; 949 and some change just for this teaser 

requested; no

a/n; this will be out probably next week at some point, enjoy the teaser. if you want to be added to my tag list in advance you can do so here.

“Okay, so what is the similarity between transcription and DNA replication?” 

You tap your pencil against the table, your eyes watching Seokmin as he sighs, leaning his head back. You knew that he knew the answer, he was just struggling to put all the pieces together in his head to come up with the right answer. 

Lee Seokmin was a very smart man, he excelled in the classes that were focused on his major but when it came to those that were required for graduation, that is where he fell short. This is also how the two of you had become so close. You shared the same major, deciding to pursue a degree in Art but you didn’t seem to struggle in the mundane classes like math, biology, or english like Seokmin did. 

“They both require a polymerase.” 

You only smile at the voice but Seokmin looks up with a half smile rolling his eyes at the man who leans down to press a kiss to your cheek from behind. Joshua Hong, the very epitome of perfection. A pre-med student, on the Dean’s list, from a wealthy family, and your boyfriend. 

“I knew that. They both require a poly…uh poly meringue.” 

Joshua laughs against your cheek at Seokmin’s words before standing back to his full height. “Merase, but pretty close. How long have you two been at it?” His large hands work into your shoulders making you instantly relax into your chair. He seemed to know exactly the right words, and how to touch you to make you melt. 

You had met Joshua in an Art History class, he had been taking it for an elective after putting off signing up for one until the last moment. What he had first thought was his misfortune and what could have been an incredibly boring class turned out to be the best thing that could have happened to him. You had smiled at him that first day, the seat to your right had been open and Joshua couldn’t help but to introduce himself. 

Now a year later, he couldn’t see himself with anyone else despite being the most sought after man on campus. Many had been confused by his choice at first, you weren’t his usual type. You weren’t popular by most standards. You dressed in boring clothes, you were quiet, kept to yourself, a bit of a nerd, but Joshua seemed to see past all of that. 

To say that you hadn’t changed after you met him would be a lie. Your wardrobe was much different, you had shifted your personality slightly to be more personable but in the end you were happy. You had lots of friends, even if not all of them were the type of people you wanted to be around. Most of all you had Joshua and now you had your best friend Seokmin, who reminded you so much of how you used to be. 

Seokmin refused to change. He was what most people called “emo”. He wore dark clothes, kept mostly to himself, headphones on, his face in his sketchbook, but when he was around you he would open up. He was what you were before you let everything change, and you were proud of him and proud to call him your friend. 

“Mm, three hours I think.” You smile at Seokmin, his eyes moving over your face, finally falling to Joshua’s hands on your shoulders before he looks away to give you a bit of space. “But, Seokmin is going to ace this test. I can feel it.” 

Seokmin scoffs, leaning his head back against the back of the chair. You had so much faith in him and he adored you for it. He adored you for many reasons and most he couldn’t act on. You weren’t his, you never would be. How could he compete with Mr Perfect? Even if he wanted to hate Joshua, he couldn’t. There was nothing to hate beyond the fact that Joshua had what he wanted. 

“Yeah, we’ll see. I manage to fuck up a lot of things, Peanut.” 

Joshua smirks a bit at the nickname Seokmin calls you. He knew it was innocent, something as simple as you being smaller than Seokmin but Joshua still found it amusing. Not every best friend had a pet name for each other. “I’m sure you will do just fine, Seokmin. You and Y/N have been working very hard.” 

You smile, gesturing back towards Joshua as if to say ‘I told you so’ to Seokmin who just laughs and shrugs. Joshua laughs, shaking his head, his hand moving to slide along the side of your face as he leans down to tilt your head up so he could kiss you gently. 

“I’ll see you later, Darling? Dinner at my place?” 

Humming out an affirming response, you smile on his lips. Joshua grins against them, stepping back to give a nod and wave to Seokmin before leaving you and him alone once again. Seokmin sighs softly watching you with Joshua, the way you react to him. What he wouldn’t give to leave you breathless like that just once. 

“So, poly meringue.” 

Laughing, you shake your head at Seokmin, your pencil slipping off your fingers to fly in his direction causing him to laugh in return. “Polymerase, an enzyme.” You can’t help but to feel your chest tighten at the sight of how handsome Seokmin is when he smiles so brightly for you. The way his eyes pull at the corners, his bright teeth on display. He never smiled like that for others. He was so timid, closed off. 

“Right, right. Not a dessert. I’ll remember that one now.” 

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[missjanjie]

The Greatest Show | Nymphia x Sapphira

Title: The Greatest Show Summary: Nymphia is an anxious new art teacher. Sapphira is a well-established and well-loved history teacher who takes her under her wing. But after an inter-subject project has them spending a lot more time together, even the students take notice of the sparks between them. (this is a commission for @derpyavocado) Word Count: 1707 Relationship(s): Nymphia Wind/Sapphira Cristal Rating: T Commission Info | Past Commissions

“You lucked out this year, Ms. Wind,” Sasha hummed as they rounded the corner, “you couldn’t have gotten a better classroom neighbor,” she said as she brought them both to a halt and gestured to the door that connected her classroom to another. “In the ten years she’s been here, there hasn’t been a single person that’s had a genuinely bad thing to say about Ms. Cristal.”

“Careful, Sasha,” Sapphira chuckled as she leaned against the door frame, “you’re gonna make that sound like a challenge, you’re playing with fire, gassin’ me up like that.”

Nymphia smiled at that, feeling immediately put at ease by Sapphira’s presence. She couldn’t quite explain it, but it felt like there was a calm aura surrounding the history teacher like she would never judge her for asking a ‘dumb’ question or mispronouncing an ‘easy’ word. “Rest assured, I didn’t come here to make enemies, especially not with someone apparently so beloved.” 

“I’ll leave you two to get acquainted,” Sasha hummed and left the two of them in the art studio. 

“Don’t you worry, honey, if any of them kids give you a hard time, you just send them next door and I’ll set them straight. I don’t tolerate the hazing of students, teachers, or anyone else that finds their way into my territory, and if they have to learn the hard way, so be it,” Sapphira assured. “And don’t let Ms. Plane scare you, math teachers are all bark and no bite.”

The new teacher exhaled deeply, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief, realizing then how desperately she needed an ally – a friend – in this new environment. It was her first solo teaching job after receiving her Master’s degree. She’d dealt with a wide array of attitudes and personalities, but this one was utterly refreshing. “You have no idea how much I appreciate it,” she replied earnestly.

She waved it off. “It’s my job, baby. We were all new and wet behind the ears once. And teachers have it rough enough as it is. The best thing we can do is support and uplift each other.”

—

“You got a minute?” Sapphira asked as she let herself into Nymphia’s classroom. “I have an academic proposition for you, an interdisciplinary project, if you will.”

Nymphia looked up from the sink, still holding a handful of paintbrushes with a rainbow of colors splattered up her arms. “Oh?” she tilted her head curiously, quickly rinsing and drying herself off before perching herself on top of her desk. “Do tell, I’ll take any help with lesson planning that I can get.” As far as she was concerned, teaching was the easy part – it was figuring out the whats and the hows that had her up at odd hours of the night.

“I had a feeling,” she chuckled. “The class took a vote on what historical facet they wanted to focus on, and fashion won by an overwhelming majority. So, here’s my thought: Historical Fashion Show. I figure we can let them pick which period, have them type some blurbs on the different clothing items, and then you come in to help them modify whatever pieces they find to fit the look. Once it’s all in place, they can have a runway in the auditorium.” 

Her eyes lit up at the idea, the dark brown glistening with enthusiasm. “Oh my god, that’s genius!” She quickly grabbed her notebook and started scribbling rapidly, fast enough for Sapphira to think smoke was about to come off the pages. “Now, are we focusing on a general fashion era or do they have free range as long as they follow the prompts?”

“Nineteenth century and earlier. The last thing I need is some wiseass asking to borrow some clothes for historical accuracy.” 

“Modern history is its own entity anyway. I want to see these kids try to get more creative than a poodle skirt or zoot suit,” Nymphia assured without looking up from her book. “Oh!” She suddenly set the notebook down and looked back at her. “Do you think we can convince Sasha to let us do a field trip? There’s a thrift shop in the West Village that specializes in costume clothing, there’s always tons of historical stuff marked down.” 

Sapphira grinned in approval and, more subtly, affection. “Looks like I’m not the only genius here. I’ll pitch it to the boss after my extra-help session.”

—

Luckily, Sasha decided to give the teaching duo carte blanche for whatever they wanted to do for the project, even making sure they secured the auditorium for the fashion show. She had even suggested taking pictures of the process and the show to submit to the yearbook. 

“Can I please, please, please be in charge of taking the pictures? I’m already in Yearbook so it’s basically saving you guys a step!” Dawn asked, bouncing on the balls of her feet, her myriad of earrings jingling from the movement. 

Sapphira laughed, just happy that her students were this excited for the project. “Sure thing, but if you come back with fifty photos of Amanda, you’re getting a zero.” 

“It’s okay, I know how to ‘diversify my portfolio’,” she assured, adding, “I’ll make sure to get a nice shot of Ms. Wind for your desk,” with a wink.

She pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her head. “Chile, if you don’t get out of my field of vision and on that damn bus before I count to three–” But Dawn had scurried away before she could finish her threat, let alone begin the countdown. 

Once the students had taken their seats and everyone was present and accounted for, the bus pulled out of the parking lot, allowing the teachers a moment to breathe. “Do you think we should’ve put a spending limit?” Nymphia asked, “you know, so the kids with fewer resources aren’t at a disadvantage? I mean, I plan on buying some pieces too, to help fill in the blanks, but I didn’t consider it.”

Sapphira smiled fondly and gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “I love how much you care for these kids, but what it comes down to is how well they executed the assignment. They could buy all the crap they want, but no one gets away with bullshitting a project on my watch.” 

Nymphia was instantly relaxed by her touch, taking a deep breath to calm down further. “You’re right, as always.”

—

“No, listen, guys,” Plasma insisted, “we can totally figure out how to play matchmaker without them realizing it’s us.”

Amanda and Dawn exchanged doubtful glances before looking back at their friend. “And how, exactly, do you suggest we do that? You know no one has gotten on Ms. Cristal’s bad side and lived to tell the tale,” Amanda warned. 

“I haven’t gotten that far,” she admitted. 

Dawn couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, a positive attitude gets us… somewhere, probably.”

Before the trio could further develop their inevitably half-baked scheme, the bell rang, signaling the end of the first period. Since it was the day of the fashion show, the following three periods would be spent in the auditorium, and they were quick to make their way into Nymphia’s classroom to get their garments, doing a theatre-style quick change that Plasma had taught them, so they didn’t have to cram into the bathroom with the rest of the girls. 

“Wow, you guys look incredible,” Nymphia praised as she carefully took out the rest of the garments – some students had taken them home and brought them in, but she’d kept guard of the rest. 

“You know who else looks incredible?”

“Subtlety, Plasma,” Dawn chastised. 

Nymphia arched her brow, but let it go in favor of setting up, eventually ending up in the auditorium with Sapphira and forty uniquely dressed twelfth graders. 

“Okay, let’s run through the plan one last time,” Sapphira said into the microphone, “we’re doing alphabetical order both times, first my class, then Nymphia’s. Y’all are gonna line up ten at a time, walk from one end of the stage to the other, then to the mic where you’ll read your blurb. If I hear any rude comments, you’re getting thrown out and ten points off of your grade for the project. Have I made myself clear?” 

After a chorus of “Yes, Ms. Cristal,” the first set of students lined up, and the rest sat in the audience.

“These are all rather impressive,” Sapphira remarked, the two of them a few rows back from the students so they could take notes uninterrupted. “How much help did you give them on the tailoring and stuff?”

“Honestly, I just made sure everything fit them properly. We’ve got a talented group of kids. Though I think a lot of them are just trying to impress their favorite teacher,” she mused with a wink.

She laughed, “Who, me or you?” 

Nymphia rolled her eyes and shook her head fondly. “Oh, don’t play coy, Ms. Teacher of the Year. You’re like the patron saint of students.”

Sapphira quirked a brow. “Are you even Christian?”

“No, but my point remains.” 

Sapphira gazed at her softly, glancing back at the stage when the next student began speaking. “You’re selling yourself short, Nymphia. You’re as wildly talented of a teacher as you are an artist. Not a lot of first-years get as warm of a reception as you, and it’s not just because they’re scared of me.” 

Nymphia blushed and looked down at her notebook. “Well, I still consider you my guardian angel… Is that a Christian thing, too?”

“Yes,” she chuckled before focusing back on the show, the entirety of which went off without a hitch. She waited until the students dispersed to get changed into their regular clothes before turning to her fellow teacher. “Forgive me if I’m being too forward, but would you like to get drinks or something tonight? Celebrate a successful project before a weekend of tedious grading?”

Her eyes lit up and a broad smile spread across her face. “I would love that.”

Amanda, Dawn, and Plasma peered over the back row of seats, cheering as quietly as they could. Sure, they couldn’t take credit for the date, but they still considered it to be a mission accomplished.

[crazy-fangirl2524]

What I think Andrew and Neil’s personality/life/relationship will be like without ALL the trauma and so the “real” them without all the baggage

(Obviously just my opinion and interpretation)

Andrew:

He would still be a super protective person especially as those he views as family (nicky, Aaron, his parents (??), friends he knows he can trust)

Would still have gone through a goth/grunge phrase

His sweet tooth is still atrocious

The type of guy to stop people from physically bullying others (verbally he does not care if the person can’t take it its a them problem)

Tons of piercings everywhere

Doesn’t try in school because he doesn’t have to with his eidetic memory yet he is only second right behind Aaron

No one is shocked that he is gay

I can see him studying things like philosophy literature classics history or just any of the intellectual degrees (he will do double major)

Definitely got scholarships for any universities he applied to (same as Aaron)

Chooses to go to the university that Aaron chooses (“Andrew ucla’s criminology is the best in the whole world why are you choosing John Hopkins” “John Hopkins’s literature and classics is the best in the world” “Andrew-“)

Doesn’t have a lot of people he considers as friends but he does have a select fews and he is not really in a friend group more like some scattered friends but he hoard like gold

Most likely to become a university professor ? Or a baker or whatever he wants and he will be so successful in it because he will put his heart and soul into it

Had a few flings here and there (maybe one or two relationships but no one can ever be on par with him) until he meets Neil (because in every universe they are still meant to be)

Neil:

Still skeptical and doesn’t trust easily

Those he considers as friends he holds on so tight he will literally die and kill for them

Still got a smart mouth that gets him in trouble

Troublemaker in school and people either love or hate him theres no in between

Math nerd

Would have been valedictorian but he doesn’t pay attention in class and skip classes if his friends ask him to

He will be in a friend group that everyone will ride and die for each other and is the friend group that everyone is envious of because they know it is for life even if they all separate in university

Obviously he will get a maths degree

Becomes mathematician or whatever it is smart people becomes in the future

Obviously he will be successful as well

Even in university he will somehow find a friend group and once again its the best people in the world for him and now he got THREE families (or however many because everywhere he goes this attractive troublemaker just attracts and makes his own found family without meaning to)

Throughout highschool or university or work (until he meets Andrew) he would have never dated because he genuinely does not get the point and no one ever interests him that way (until he meets Andrew)

Andreil:

No matter how they meet whether its highschool or in university or meet cute or meet ugly or whatever its always Andrew that falls first and finds the troublemaker attractive and neil is just the oblivious guy

But Neil is always the one that falls harder

Its always slowburn and kills their families and friends and makes everyone wants to just kill them

Their communication skills are what every couple wishes they have

Andrew still gives neil so much nicknames

Their personality will always complement each other and Neil’s fire will always spark’s Andrew’s interest and Andrew’s steady presence will always hold up whatever Neil has

The soul deep understanding will always be there

In any universe they will still inevitably end up together because their souls are made for each other

[cinnamoodles]

heyy can I get a 🍓[strawberry dream] from the hp fandom: golden trio/lightning era (no poly stuff please)

I am a straight female Slytherin. I'm kinda mean but like to my really close friends and it can be considered banter (by them anyway) I am like really nice to strangers. I love drawing I take my sketchbook with me everywhere.

I am 167.5 cm (5'6 approx) tall xx

Trauma Dumping is a guilty pleasure of mine. I often make bad decisions like choosing friends but I have a usually positive influence on people around me and often tend to change them for the better.

I excel in maths and english and currently am working on getting a degree in maths and or computer science.

I am an infp-t. I'm introverted around almost everyone except like my really really really close friends. my super close friends are usually the negative influence type but I still love them because they understand me the best xx

I'm a pretty well behaved student but my friends most definitely aren't. My friends got told off like all the time in school whereas the teacher never had to give me any warnings.

I am loyal to my friends. I will fight for them. One example of that is both me and my (now ex) bff liked the same person and I gave them up for her xx

I get along with more males than females despite being a female myself.

I'm kind of an idiot sometimes and end up giving stuff up for people that would never do that to me. In fact my bff that I gave up my crush for actually sided with someone else. One thing you outta know about me is that I digress a lot so like you can ignore this paragraph lmao.

I feel bad for people easily and believe everyone deserves a second chance even b*tchy people (excuse my French)

I love art and music and am really good at drawing portraits if I do say so myself. I've been doing music since I was 6.

As for my appearance, I have a sandy/tan skin colour. I have naturally curly dark brunette (almost black but not really) hair.

My clothing style varies. For formal occasions I wear vintage ish clothes. I wear checked dresses with puffy sleeves and white collars (really specific because it's one of my fave dresses and I own one). I wear "cute" outfits like skirts and sweatshirts. I also wear jeans (apple bottom high waisted jeans own my heart) and I wear cargo pants with cropped tops far too often.

I wrote a lot absvsccsav

Sorry if that's too much xx

thanks for checking out the cozy cafe event !

i ship you with…

cedric diggory !

— the both of you are definitely enemies to friends to lovers coded, probably only becoming enemies because of something your friends pulled on his friends.

— you’re very loyal and caring, which he respects, and how you’re always willing to give people a second chance, no matter what they’ve done.

— i get the vibes that you’re better at supporting other people then standing up for yourself, so he’s your personal bodyguard (even if that isn’t true).

— he would listen to your rambles with literal STARS in his eyes and whenever you apologize for trauma dumping, he has to take a minute and be like ‘why are you apologizing? go on, keep talking’.

— MATCHING OUTFITS OH MY GOD they’ll be so cute because you dress so pretty and formal and he’s such a rich prep boy so your dress styles go along great.

— you trying to teach him art is so funny because he has no idea what he’s doing (its canon he told me) and he just wants to impress you so much.

— the banter is great because he’s a pretty flirty person, but he BLUSHES every time you make fun of him and his friends totally rag on him for being so whipped.

anyway, i hope you liked your 🍓 — [ strawberry dream ] and please apply again! this was super fun to do!

[scenicphoenix]

Before I go to bed I am deciding to type mlp fim head canons

Rainbow Dash is one of the Main six with the highest magic levels, being able to pull off a sonic rainboom is no easy feat. with that in mind, she was able to pull off a sonic rainboom at a young age and in flight school! I think she is likely a rather fast learner, she just learns differently, prefers a more hooves on approach to learning. likes to actually be involved with the thing she's learning. I think she would like a lot of nerd stuff Twilight likes if Twilight showed her with a more hooves on approach, she would be totally down for blowing things up using science and magic.

With Rainbow Dash being a fast learner and how she learns I think if she were to randomly get a horn one day she would probably do pretty well with learning how to use unicorn magic. I can see her being a faster learner than Twilight honestly, Rainbow Dash isn't afraid of letting ponies down like Celestia or afraid of consequences that may happen do to failures. Rainbow dash see's fun stuff she can do with the thing on her head and decides to do those things, often times foolishly. if rainbow dash and twilight swapped places species and in being celestia's student Rainbow would likely be known as Celestia's cocky, foolish, loud mouthed student that always has a injury of some sort. like oh that's Celestia's personal student, she constantly covered in bandages and will likely blow up the royal library again for the seventh time this week. if you see her with a book run for the hills she is not reading to relax and something is likely to explode in the next ten seconds.

I can see Twilight and Rainbow having the same amount of magic, it's just different kinds of magic used for different things. Unicorn Twilight anyway. Rainbow has Pegasus magic used for weather magic, speed, and minor light manipulation (Compared to Celestia). Twilight has unicorn magic, which is a lot more complicated than Pegasus magic due to being a jack of all trades kind of magic, Twilight being good with all kinds of magic but not really being a master at any.

on that note, Twilight Sparkle being not the best at magic but being average at all kinds of magic is really good in my opinion. OP Twilight is fun, but Jack of all trades master of none Twilight seems more accurate to her character. Her being the Element of Magic due to being able to do all kinds of magic to some degree, even if imperfectly. it's not even her strength at magic really, her knowledge at all magic and having to remember all of that is nearly impossible. so knowing snippets of a everything, knowing how to do a little bit of each branch and type of magic, is better than being a master at one type of magic in the Element of Magics (Nonexistent) eyes.

I like how Rainbow Dash and Twilight are opposite in many ways yet so similar in others, they should have gotten more moments in the show together. I think it would have been cool if Twilight noticed that Rainbow is more than just a jock, probably from trying to pull off a sonic rainboom herself and how difficult it is and having to ask Rainbow Dash for help. and realizing that Rainbow Dash pulled off this nearly impossible trick, that adults don't even fathom of accomplishing, while in flight school and it's how she got her cutie mark. Rainbow Dash is of course ecstatic to teach her friend how to do a flying trick/stunt, but does lightly tease her for asking her of all ponies for pointers on anything. Rainbow Dash does also manage weather at the weather factory and out in the field, so she's probably rather good at math, jut not when it comes to on homework or on a chalkboard.

[shandian-go]

Hi! If you’re willing to share, I was just wondering what degree you have or if you could give a vague idea of what field you work in. I’m trying to figure out a new career path and I still don’t have a clue of what to do.

You’re so capable and smart at what you do in GOs so I was wondering if you have recs for stable career paths or if you have advise in being as good at management as you are. Sorry if this seems intrusive! (Please don’t feel like you have to answer if you can’t/don’t have time or if these feel intrusive. I totally understand. Otherwise, I am very appreciative of a tiny bit of advise or insight into a stable career path.)

ahh i can try to answer about my own experience but my knowledge of jobs outside my own industry is pretty limited so this may not make for the best advice just an fyi;;;

i majored in accounting in uni and worked a few years in public accounting firms. it's not exactly an experience i'd recommend to everyone bc public is pretty stressful and it's 60+ hr weeks during busy season, but i learned so much there so don't regret it. we mostly work with spreadsheets and numbers and the standards for accuracy and proper documentation are really high. so those skills def helped me set up this GO in a way that could let me track everything comfortably.

i personally chose accounting specifically for its stability and my job didn't really get impacted by the pandemic. there's def a misconception that you have to be amazing at math to go into accounting but as someone who's definitely not good at Real Math, imo you just need to know the basics and also not hate numbers n__n;;; and if you'd like to get your cpa, then it's more about case writing skills and reading through accounting standards/tax rules than actual math calculations (at least in canada).

i will say though that quite a few of my friends have left accounting to go into tech as developers/software engineers, which has much better pay and a lot more job opportunities overall. there's coding bootcamps online so you don't have to go back to school for a full degree. however i've heard that their interviews are more technical so requires more self-study. and depending on where you work, the hours can be pretty rough too;;;

i also have some friends who are acturaries that work for insurance companies, but from what i understand, it involves harder math and they had to pass for 6-8 certification exams (in contrast i only had to pass 1). i know of a few others who got their cfa designation and got finance/analyst-type roles at banks but i'm not as familiar with the process;;;

unfortunately i don't know much about 'stable' careers outside of business/tech so that's pretty much all i can touch on;;; since my experience is pretty limited and i kind of stumbled upon my own career path, i think my only general advice is that if you're not sure about what you want, you can start with figuring out what you dislike or what would be a difficult fit for your personality type.

for me, i knew in high school that i was bad at sciences so avoided all science programs when applying to uni. i'm also not a natural speaker so it was pretty stressful whenever i had to give presentations or interact face-to-face with clients. eventually i figured out that i was better at writing and also liked working with numbers, as well as researching/digging into details to solve problems on my own, and ended up where i am now ;u;

choosing a career is such a difficult decision and i hope that you have family/friends who have more insight on your situation and can give you better feedback/support than i can;;; hopefully some of this was helpful and i wish you the best of luck!

[al-stuffy]

Your opinions on Hashirama and Tsunade? 👀👀

@lluu50

Hi there! Thanks for asking and sorry it took so long

Since there are 2 characters, I'm going to answer you in separate posts so it won't be too long!

Hashirama

Favorite thing about them: That he never gave up on his dreams and always believed that peace was possible, I would have given up after the second brother died ngl

Least favorite thing about them: There is nothing in him that I dislike, I love everything about him, the good things and his flaws, I like him a lot as a character and even though we had little of him in the manga I think it was well written.

But if I have to put something it would not be something about him, but the little information we have about him. I want to know more about his personal life, was his marriage with Mito really arranged (because according to maths, if Mito is Tsunade's grandmother then they must have married long before the existence of Konoha)? How did he get along with her? How many children did he have?

To me he seems like the type of person who would like many children but at the same time I feel that he didn't want to bring them into a world to suffer (but he had to have at least one due to his political position) how did he die? We know when (first ninja war) but not how.

How did Madara's death affect him? Because regardless of the Hashimada, Hashirama canonically loved Madara as a close friend and killing someone so important to you must really fucked you up, he must have felt very sad to say the least.

OTP:

Take a guess ;)

nOTP: I have nothing against HashiIzu, but I just can't see it. To me Izuna hates Hashirama and likes him at best. I think it's one of those ships that you start shipping ironically and before you know it you actually ship it.

Random headcanon: He knows fuinjutsu, at least the basics/more than average. He knows how to use them, not to the degree of using seals in his battle style like Tobirama or Tenten do, but enough to understand seal technicalities.

One of my headcanons is that the Senju clan and the Uzumaki clan, being sisters clans, shared information and knowledget (NOT ALL their knowledge such as secret jutsus, but quite a lot of information) and from there Tobirama got the information necessary to create the hiraishin, because he had knowledge of the Uzumaki clan about seals and this also includes Hashirama.

My only proof of this? Hashirama used a weapons scroll in the ova of his battle with Madara.

Is that enough? No.

We have seen that type of scrolls used by different characters and therefore is it common information? Yes, but let me have this.

Also, in his battle against Madara, Hashirama got rid of the Kyubi by taking it out of Madara's control with a very strange jutsu.

It looks like a seal to me, or was it a genjutsu? A combination of both maybe? 👀

Unpopular opinion: I think he can be dumb and very smart at the same time.

I think Hashirama is pretty smart, we know that Tobirama created a lot of Konoha's important institutions (ex: the academy, the police station, the chunin exams, he was the one who mentioned that the Hokage election should be democratic although it's not known if the last was his idea, and yes, the last one went to hell with the others Hokage “elections” and also the police station and the chunin exams had ulterior motives) and also it doesn't seem very far-fetched to me to assume that Tobirama helped in battle strategies and leading the Senju clan in the warring states era, but that doesn't mean that Hashirama was a puppet that could be manipulate by anyone.

He was a smart person, he survived the warring states era and that's not done with pure power, you have to be quite smart (and strong and lucky, we have to admit) for that, he warned kid Madara of the ambush that his father and brother had for him without his father noticing (Butsuma noticed it because Madara ran away, not because of something Hashirama did), he was the clanhead of the Senju Clan in an era of war, he was and has always been respected by Madara (and I highly doubt Madara would respect an idiot), he was the first user of the mokuton and had to invent all the wood-style jutsus from scratch.

We all recognize Tobirama as an inventor of jutsus, but Hashirama was also one because I repeat, he was the first user of the mokuton to ever exist, he (and nobody) had no previous knowledge of that and still managed to perfect his kekkei genkai and made it his main fighting style.

Another point that proves his intelligence is that he was able to master the sage mode, not everyone can do that. And I want to remember that Naruto needs to concentrate several minutes to be able to access that mode, Hashirama can do it in a damn second (by this I don't mean that Hashirama is better than Naruto, just that Hashirama is very amazing).

So yes, Hashirama was a pretty smart person.

But he was also an idiot.

But not an idiot idiot, but an idiot who likes being an idiot.

Hashirama gives me a lot of vibes of being the type of person who likes to play dumb just for fun. Let the man be stupid! He has always had many responsibilities and things to worry about, first as clan heir, then as clan head and then as Hokage. Let him relax and have fun doing stupid things! You know what was pretty stupid? Talking to a boy he didn't know and suspected and then confirmed that was a shinobi, then made fun of his ability to throw rocks. You know what was stupider? Return to that place. And that was one of the best things that could have happened to him.

So yeah, Hashirama is a smart person but he's also stupid and I'm happy for him.

Song I associate with them: Uff this will get long

«Dear Theodosia -Hamilton»

You will come of age with our young nation

We'll bleed and fight for you

We'll make it right for you

If we lay a strong enough foundation

We'll pass it on to you, we'll give the world to you

And you'll blow us all away

Someday, someday

Yeah, you'll blow us all away

Someday, someday

...

My father wasn't around (my father wasn't around)

I swear that I'll be around for you

I'll do whatever it takes (I'll make a million mistakes)

I'll make the world safe and sound for you

Ok, but are you telling me this doesn't sound like something Hashirama would say to his children? 🥺

Is literally what Konoha means to him

«The Chain -Fleetwood Mac»

Ngl the only reason for this is THIS scene from Our Flag Means Death. I wasn't interested in watching the show until I saw this scene and I was inmediately sold.

Just imagine it, Hashirama as Stede and Madara as Edward/Blackbeard (or in his case Blackmane?) ;)

«Oh No -Marina and the Diamonds»

This is one of those songs that it only has sense to me bc I imagine the lyrics in a very specific scenario (someday I'll learn to make animatics and the world will shake 😤) but if anyone is curious to why I associate Hashirama with this song just ask

«The Family Jewels -Marina and the Diamonds»

I can't break the cycle, am I just a fool?

Falling down like dominoes, hit by family jewels

Pass it down from kid to kid, the chain will never end

'Less I decide to go to it, will I see the end?

Do I really need to explain?

There are many more songs that remind me of him but it's mainly because they remind me of Hashimada so I put them aside for now ;)

Favorite picture of them:

Tumblr won't let me post any more images so I'll post a video ;)

[imjustabeanie]

hiii i’m cheri 🏹 from dreamcrush this is gonna be so fun. can i get a matchup for genshin & hsr ?

20, they/he, nonbinary bi (ok with being matched with a guy or a girl), chaotic / true neutral, istj.

appearance: uh like 5’5-5’6, bleached white hair about shoulder length. pale with freckles in summer. i usually wear comfy clothes and dark / more masculine colors (black gray blue green). idc if my partner is taller or shorter than me.

my sense of self is pretty unstable but i’ll try to do my best here. im often praised for my charisma by my friends and my ability to make people like me. i’m really not great at talking to people though it causes me more anxiety than it’s worth usually. but i’m not really the type to get anxious and shrink away from things im moreso the type to make myself bigger to compensate. i’m good at getting along with people but at the same time i don’t really Like people a lot and tend to keep to myself more than anything. i can seem rude or standoffish but i’m just pretty blunt and straightforward about things. i have a tendency to seem more aggressive than i actually intend to be.

i’m not great at opening up about things unless it’s the people i’m closest to, like if i’m dating somebody. i don’t talk to friends about my problems a lot. i’m pretty logical and good at problem solving so a lot of people come to me for advice. i’m two years into studying for a psychology degree. i’m not super ambitious i don’t think and mostly just go with the flow and work to take care of the people i’m closest to.

i’d consider myself a “fixer” type so usually i go for characters or even people irl that struggle with different things, usually feel unloved to some capacity, because i want to show them love and care that they probably haven’t had before and make things better for them. i care about the people i love more than absolutely anything.

usually i go for girls that are cute and kind of anxious because i like taking care of people and making them feel safe. for guys i either like sweet “boy nextdoor” types or guys who are like . really messed in the head that i can take care of and be that special someone to them.

i hope this is ok i’ve never done this before !!!! you can message me if you had other questions or if i messed up on anything @heartsona

Your Genshin match is....Furina!

First of all, she's your type. She's nervous, she's cute, she's unstable and she needs help. When she falls she falls hard and does her best to make herself look worthy. That's why someone like you, who'd reassure her and show her real love would be so fitting.

Furina isn't easy to read. Just like you she doesn't open up easily. There's a high chance you'll open up before her! She likes how logical you are as you help her keep her head on her shoulders. She knows she can count on you and it makes her feel so happy to finally have a rock to rely on during her hardships. When you finally talk about your own problems she'd be so happy as it's a big step for you. She may not give the best solutions but she's the best support you could ask for.

Your couple is a rather cute one. Here you have one that's as cool as a cucumber and then the short one that's basically a ticking bomb with many layers. Seems dysfunctional but it actually works very well. Furina likes exploring Fontaine with you and doing all the things she couldn't do while she was an archon. You two are gonna have a lot of fun and just as she'd learn to heal you'll learn to love.

Your HSR match is....Blade!

The embodiment of honey I'm back from the psych ward. You really like your degree don't you? Do you like math? They also have a lot of problems...Anyways back to the main topic I choose Blade because he is your type. But also a real challenge cuz he wants to stay messed up.

Blade is difficult as he doesn't really strive to better himself. You'd have to leggit fistfight him for it. But once he finds someone he wants to settle with he'd calm down and accept to get some help. You'd be the only person he'll confide in so I hope you're ready.

Despite all of this, Blade does his best to be a loving boyfriend. He'd express it through actions like remembering your favorite things and being your personal bodyguard. He's always here to listen but he's not that good at comforting. It's a rather new situation for it and he feels guilty that you got a cursed being like him....yeah I hope you're a good fixer.

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

could i get an obey me matchup perchance :o

i’m bi and i use any pronouns. aries sun, virgo moon, taurus rising and entp

appearance: i’m like 5’9 or something idk also can’t tell if my hair is blonde or brown. i have heterochromia and i gotta lotta moles/freckles. i like to wear bright colors and i rarely wear makeup. im 24 but ppl say i look 16. skinny af but i have been told many times that i have a pixar mom dumpy

personality: a lot of people have told me i am very calm but also chaotic. i see humor in everything so i inevitably become the designated “funny friend” in every friend group 😔 i am silly but i’m also smart and responsible i graduated college with a 4.0 gpa and double honors. i have a bachelorettes degree in animation and now i’m getting my masters in creative writing. i wanna be an artist or writer full time someday but for now i teach college fiction writing and that’s pretty fun too. i like to tease ppl and start arguments but only when it’s lighthearted, i avoid real conflict like the plague cuz i’m bad at standing up for myself/setting boundaries. i also hate asking people for things i don’t wanna be a burden. i wouldn’t call myself a perfectionist but i’ll work at something until it’s more than decent bc i hate letting people down. i love to entertain ppl ^_^ i can be flirty with people i don’t like but when it comes to ppl i am actually attracted to i become smooth spongebob it fuckin sucks

likes: iced black coffee, raccoons, cats, birds, blue flavored things, swimming, acting, graphic novels, hyperpop, shitty b movies, punctuality and respect for other people’s time, nature, long car rides, karaoke, fellow creatives and people who treat me niceys

dislikes: spiders, sand, driving, cooking, germs, bad smells, early mornings, dress codes, email etiquette, people telling me what to do “because i said so”

hobbies: writing, digital art, animating, going on walks, making parody songs, ice skating, making and taking online quizzes

other: i have 2 pet birds 4 younger siblings and i’m horrible at sports/dancing i am not in tune with my body at all, also i suck at math. my love language could be whatever they need tbh but i do appreciate quality time a lot

Hi Anon! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took a while; life's crazy at the moment. I hope you like your matchup!

In Obey Me, I match you with...

Mammon is definitely your best match in Obey Me! You're both funny but can be serious when the mood calls for it.

You're both awful at flirting with each other, much to the chagrin of the other brothers. You can flirt amazingly with anyone else, but when it comes down to the people you actually care about, all flirting skills go out the window. The brothers are so tired of it...

Loves watching B movies with you. They're one of his favourite types of movie so you'll hear no complaints from him when you suggest watching one.

Will do all the driving. He's pretty protective of his cars so he prefers to drive anyway. Mammon would love going on long drives with you; he gets to spend time with you without his brothers butting in.

Will also take care of any spiders around the house. But not without demanding a kiss as payment. Feel free to either give him a kiss or a punch.

Loves watching you work on your latest animation project! It's one of the few times Mammon will sit still for more than a few minutes. He just thinks you're really clever for being able to make what you do.

You will definitely be asked to tutor him. You're good at studying and get good marks and Mammon is the exact opposite. He'll try his best when studying with you but it's still a struggle for him. Just be patient and give him rewards when he does well.

Lucifer hopes spending time with you will make some of your responsibility rub off on his younger brother. He also hopes Mammon's irresponsibility doesn't rub off on you...he can really only handle one person in his life acting like that.

[yoshimonster]

Blog #6: Nothing Happened & My Life Remains Exactly Where It Was

So yeah, this title is extremely disappointing and I feel like I’m logging on a bit late as well to tell you that this round of results was good and bad. It was good in that the first third-year subject I’ve taken I received over 75% for the exam I did! And then you have my failing maths and circuit grade, for which I do have a chance of doing my circuit exam again and I really need to bust my tail to make this happen. I also yet again will have to take maths in the foreseeable future (most likely next year) because that one was a bomb and half. I have no context of this situation and can only imagine that it will be absolutely horrible. Similar with circuit, but I did get somewhat of a breakdown at the very least so I’m thankful for this.

Otherwise, additional shows for Taylor Swift Eras Tour got added so there will be more chance tomorrow to get tickets and I am quite overwhelmed with just the rollercoaster of emotions I’m experiencing these days. It’s just sadness and happiness in some random package with a whole lot of making your nose bleed seasoning. I have no idea what this is right now – literally it’s miserable and magical type of a feeling this time. I’m also going to be waking up early and studying probably outside my room for this circuit exam, then going to spiderman tomorrow to maintain a semblance of normality/talk to friends I guess. I really don’t think I’m the best to socialise with right now – but it’s fake it till you make it type of an everyday routine.

Family are also in a very weird mood right now, they do have that base level of disappointment, which I can’t really blame them for, but they are also experiencing these mixed emotions to a lesser degree than me. They honestly are trying their best and I should definitely be more understanding/aware of everything. But I remember (and this is a bit of Devil’s Advocate just a disclaimer), when I went on an overseas trip earlier this year and I was also a bystander to someone much younger than me going through really rough times with their family trying to support them but not being fully able to, that cut really deep. I remember almost feeling a sense of out of body sadness on the behalf of another person and I could feel the palpable pain of people trying to help this person. It made me think of my family dynamics quite a lot. And also really acknowledge the fact that, when others experience really rough times it is extremely tough to sit through and support them but when you yourself go through pretty self-induced tough times … yeah there is nothing quite as soul-crushing as that. It is a really draining experience and honestly so hard to explain to those who haven’t gone through it with literal long-term negative consequences effecting pretty much all parts of life. I’ll give an example because perhaps the above is a bit vague, like someone who drinks alcohol to an unhealthy degree, eventually gets liver cancer in the late future and now has to pretty much change their entire lifestyle to accommodate for a problem that could have been quite highly potentially prevented. I believe that this all sort of happens during your elderly years, when literally all the health things you neglect when younger all catch up at the same time – potentially the same type of more (hopefully) accomplished self-regret, although I guess this is unavoidable at that stage in life though.

This whole post was existential and dark. Uh, hope it didn’t make you guys too depressed. I don’t think it’s the best time to elaborate on other random things cause that was just a huge paragraph to read – with a lot of content inside it. Hope you guys have/had a great day – we’ll also ignore the gifs this time around as well to honour this ramble just existing out there.

-yoshimonster-

[starrystvdy]

undergrad (physics/stem?) tips from a struggling neurodivergent

i’m finishing my degree this year so i thought i’d share some of the things i’ve painstakingly and slowly learnt over 4 years of studying physics at university. i started out by failing foundation mathematics, then all of my first year physics modules, but despite never having to go back and pass these basics (thanks covid) i’m somehow doing well in third year. so, here is my wisdom:

[disclaimer: of course, the way i study will definitely not work for everyone so only take the parts that resonate. this is not the healthiest way to study, but rather how i personally am getting through such a hardcore course with limited physical and mental energy.]

past exam papers. look for patterns and types of questions that are asked often, and focus on understanding those. if you’re lucky this could be all you need to get a great grade.

don’t worry about understanding whats going on in lectures. sitting in lectures and not knowing what the hell was going on used to stress me out to the point that i stopped going, but i found that actually, just turning up and calmly copying down the maths and notes without understanding them really helped me piece it all together later, on when studying on my own.

similarly, i find copying out the notes without trying too hard to understand them to be very helpful. it is very time consuming, but worth it when no information will sink in by just reading through the notes. even if you still don’t understand it all after writing it out, you now know what information is covered, where to find it, and you hopefully have it in a clearer, more interesting to look at format to help you later.

learn on your own terms. don’t listen to what any other people say about how you should study. you know what works for you. its always stressed here how important it is to go to lectures and tutorials, but i know that for me, a lot of the time my energy is better used by staying at home and teaching myself in a calm, comfortable, low pressure environment.

hyper-organisation. have as many planners as it takes to keep a grasp on time and schedules and deadlines. i have a bullet journal, a pre-made planner to scribble in, a planner and tables of dates and deadlines on notion, as well as sticky notes above my desk reminding me of the main things i should be working on at the moment. keep it all in front of you where you can see it, or make it easy to access. 

create a nice environment. this is possibly the most important part. make it so that sitting down to work is enjoyable, and setting up doesn’t take valuable brain power. playlists of background music ready to go, everything you need nearby and organised and easy to access.

ask for adjustments, extensions, ECs. i’m still not good at this, but it can really make all the difference. when you can’t complete something in time or the thought of doing a thing alone makes you feel like dropping out, its always worth asking if something can be done to make it easier for you. (for instance i usually skip presentations and  take the 0 but after asking, i have been allowed to make videos instead and sometimes even just make the powerpoint and write out a script.)

a consistent sleep schedule would be great, but don’t sweat if your class schedule makes it difficult. i work best at night, but lectures mean i have to wake up early in the morning. i have tried going to bed early and while that made waking up and going to classes easier, without my nighttime productivity i got way behind on everything. so instead i let my body do what it wants when it wants, which usually means sleeping less at night along with naps in the day and a lot of catch up sleep at the weekend.

caffeine can be your best friend or worst enemy. use it wisely. (i owe my second year grades to the ginger monster energy flavour)

know when to push and when to rest. sometimes you know its just executive dysfunction stopping you from getting things done, in which case gently push yourself to keep working. even if you don’t manage much, any amount of productivity is good. but on the other hand, if you keep trying and trying and its still not working, thats probably a sign you should stop. if you don’t make time for rest, your body will take it for you. 

on that note, if you really can’t focus, stop to think about whats actually wrong. sit still, relax for a moment and zone in to yourself. is it because you’re hungry? cold? understimulated? do you not have all of the materials you need right in front of you? it could be something as simple as the lighting being off, or things being in the wrong place on your desk. 

break it down. when i’m stuck, most often the problem is that i don’t clearly know what to do next. break tasks down into steps, and then break those down again until you have small tasks you can easily face. baby steps are the way to go. 

something is always better than nothing! you don’t have to put your all into everything. if you’ve got 60% to give on an assignment, thats great. even 40%, 20%. handing in something bad and unfinished is still worth it, and sometimes all you need. 

in short, just be gentle with yourself. go at your own pace and do things in the way that works for you. you’re doing your best. there will be ups and downs, but if you keep going, no matter how slowly, no matter how much it may seem like all is lost, you’ll get there eventually. 

[boldlyvoid]

Maximum Pleasure

18+ Spencer x Reader x Max

Summary: Max always brags about all the sex she's been having recently, Reader gets jealous and so the only logical thing to do would be to invite her into bed as well

a/n: based on this post on my nsfw account!

warnings: threesomes, bi reader, perv!spencer, coming out, repressed bisexuality. Oral sex (reader and max receiving), Protected sex, penetrative sex, Jealousy, possessiveness, multiple orgasms.

word count: 2.4K

There were only so many times she could fake a smile and a nod and say “oh really?” When her best friend was talking about the crazy sex they were having with this guy they met at the park. He’s a fed, been to prison and she’s only using him for his dick.

“Wow,” she couldn’t help rolling her eyes. “You are actually lucky, you know that right? His dick might be wonderful but like… he’s a person too, and he probably doesn’t appreciate you using him.”

Max nods, “yeah I mean… you know me. I’m not the married with kids type and that’s what he’s aiming for… I just don’t know how to tell him I just want to have sex?”

She shrugs, “I wish this was my biggest problem, I wish I had men swarming me at the park offering to marry me and spend the rest of their life with me.”

“Okay sounds like you need to get laid and hop off my dick,” max fights back like a sister would. “or… you could join us?”

“No,” she answers abruptly, shaking her head, “I can’t do that.” Max’s brows raise and she shrugs as if to say why not.

“You can’t be serious? What are you going to do? Just sit there and hold my hand while he fucks me?”

“Yeah actually, why not? He’s just my boyfriend it’s not like I own him? Go for it,” she smiles. “I’ll ask him if we can bring in a third, he’s been really open about kinks and shit actually, so he might like this.”

Her eyes go wide, “He isn’t like a weird sex freak right?”

She laughs, “no, I thought he was a virgin at first but he’s just a perv honestly. He’s hard all the time, he could cum just watching my tits jiggle when I walk down the stairs.” She laughs into her glass of wine. “I bet he would just love to bend me over and take me all day long as if I’m not tired after everything I do at work and listening to him all day too…”

“You complain a lot for someone who’s constantly getting laid?” She replies, feeling defensive for this poor guy who has to deal with Max all day.

Y/N loved her friend, she really did. It was just a little tiring hearing every complaint, especially when she was having such a hard time in the dating world herself.

“You know what, smart ass, he’s going to end up liking you more than me…” Max presses her lips together, thinking it over a bit inside her mind and then tilting her head to the side, “and actually, you guys would be good together, this is going to be interesting.

She laughs, “fuck, well, okay… let me meet this Spencer fellow.”

—

Max is the one rolling her eyes all night at dinner as Spencer gets to know the girl he’s going to fuck tonight. Yet he’s acting like he’s courting her… he’s putting in so much effort, effort that Max looks accustomed to and it makes Y/N’s stomach flutter. She has no idea how her best friend could complain about any of this, especially the conversation aspect…

“So, I’m sorry, what was the other one? Physics?” She asks, trying to keep track on her hands of all the titles he has added to his name.

“Math,” he smiles. “And I did engineering first, and chemistry last, I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do so I started a Masters degree in Psychology and then I met someone from the FBI who took me in.”

“So do you go in after they’ve been caught or are there actual serial killers still in America?” It sounds like a dumb question but she honestly hasn’t thought about it enough to consider it.

“Oh yes,” he chuckles but he looks uncomfortable by it. “Far more than I wish, they estimate 30 serial killers are at large at any given moment… women are harder to catch and it's partially because they’re so good we don’t even know they’re doing it.”

“Oh,” her brows raise, “do you think I could get away with murder?”

He smirks again, reaching out for her hand and rubbing his thumb over her skin, “with those eyes? I’d let you get away with anything.”

“Oh you’re good,” she smirks, getting lost in his eyes and wondering how the Fuck anyone could ever think this was too much.

“I knew getting you two in the same room was going to be like this…”

“Hey,” they reply at the same time before turning to one another with fond smiles.

“Disgusting,” Max teases. “But if you want to get the check and head back, I think I’m ready for the show part of this night?”

“Uh, y-yeah,” she nods more than she should because the nerves settle in then.

For all the years that she’s known Max, through every up and down and drunk night, she’s never been this up close and personal with her naked body. they’ve changed in front of one another, they’ve approved each other's nudes… but nothing like this.

“How are we going to do this?” Y/N asks in the elevator up to Max’s apartment.

“I kinda just want to watch?” Max shrugs, “I charged my vibe, I’ve got a good seat, you two can do whatever.”

It makes them laugh, “and Spencer’s supposed to be the perv?”

“You called me a perv?” Spencer pretends to be shocked and offended as the doors open. “I can’t believe you would say such a thing.”

“Have fun with him,” she pats Y/N’s shoulder and shakes her head as she walks into the hallway.

Spencer takes her hand then, looking at her gently, “you don’t have to do this, you know that right?”

“I want to,” she admits. “Can we just have like 5 minutes to talk about this alone before it starts?”

“Yeah,” he replies and looks down the hall to Max, “we’ll be in in a few minutes.”

“Hurry,” is all she says before disappearing into her apartment.

“She doesn’t like you,” Y/N whispers. “Every time we talk she wants advice on how to let you down easy because you want a wife and kids one day and she just likes the sex. I don’t just need the sex…”

“Oh,” he loses his breath, staring into her eyes and understanding why she’s so upset.

“I don't know if I can do this, knowing you’re going to go back to her and give out all this energy to someone who doesn’t crave it,” she shrugs as it leaves her mouth. “I think you’re really wonderful, if you’re okay with that?”

“What’s funny to me is I knew she wasn’t interested in me the way I am in her, but I didn’t realize how much she didn’t care until you listened to me talk,” he admits. “So I’ll tell you what, if we do this and you still want me, I’ll let her down easy.”

“You’d do that?” She smiles, “really?”

“You said it yourself, she doesn’t like me,” he moves in closer, his breath on her lips he’s so close. “So why would she be sad if I left her?”

“Fair point,” she whispers back, leaning in more and brushing her bottom lip against his.

And then he’s kissing her, holding her face in his hands as his tongue enters her mouth and she becomes his. She’s so lost in his touch she doesn’t hear the door open and max’s laugh as she watches them kiss in the hallway, “are you coming in or what?”

They pull away from each other with swollen lips, wiping their mouths before Spencer clears his throat and they follow her inside. She closes the door and dramatically extends her hand, “continue.”

Spencer immediately kisses her again, reaching a hand under her ass and lifting her up, he carries her right to Max’s bedroom. A room she’s spent a lot of her adult life in, crying about her ex and thinking this sort of romance was never going to find her…

But as Spencer lays her down and strips her off her clothes, kissing every inch of her body and making her feel like a goddess… she can’t even begin to imagine taking any of this for granted.

As he spreads her legs and kisses the inside of her thighs. She plays with his hair as she watches him eat her out with intent, “fuck, you’re so good at this.”

“Told you,” Max laughs, and suddenly Y/N remembers she’s there. Standing beside the bed, she pets Y/N’s hair gently before sitting beside her, just as naked as Y/N, palming her chest as she watches Spencer go.

He pumps two fingers in and out of her, looking up at her as his tongue darts across her clit and she can barely keep her eyes open with how much pleasure she’s in. “Fuck,” she whines, “please?”

Max laughs, “make her cum Spence.”

“Yes ma’am,” he mumbles against her clit, sucking it back into his mouth as his fingers change the angle and the sensation in her stomach grows.

She grips her chest, holding her breast for support as she reaches her orgasm. Holding Spencer’s hair with her other hand, pushing him in closer and wordlessly begging for more.

She pulls back, grin on his face and her nectar on his chin, Max pulls him in for a quick kiss. Tasting her best friends on his tongue and patting his cheek lightly, “fuck her brains out, baby.”

It makes her stomach churn, but then he comes back down to kiss her, where he belongs. She can taste herself, and Max’s taste lingers as well. Like the wine from earlier and whatever cigarettes she was smoking this week in an attempt to cut back. But the more they kiss and the longer Spencer’s bulge rubs between her and the fabric of his boxers, the more he really starts to feel like hers.

He slips out of his boxers, reaching out for a condom from Max and sliding it over himself. “Here comes the fun part,” she teases, running her hand over Y/N’s hair and looking down at her gently, in a way she’s seen before.

“You can kiss me too,” Y/N whispers, “I know you wanted to…”

Max has always struggled with accepting the fact she likes girls too. She’s asked more than once what it’s like for Y/N to sleep with women, living vicariously through her and always looking at her lips as she explains like she wanted more.

Max lays down beside her, kissing her lips ever so gently for the first time ever. Y/N reaches out to cup her cheek, deepening the kiss as Spencer spreads her legs and she feels his cock slide against her clit.

She moans into her best friend's mouth, and that’s when Max’s hand comes up to cup her boobs and moan right back. This is what she wanted, an excuse to fuck a girl for the first time, and she used Spencer once again to do it.

And then her kisses spread down her neck and to her chest. Leaving both Spencer and Max to take a nipple each, showing her more pleasure than she’s ever known as Spencer pushed inside of her. She cried out in pleasure, more than she thought she would be feeling and she loved it.

But she grabbed Spencer's hair and pulled him back up into a kiss, “fuck you feel so good,” Y/N whined, connecting their lips while Max kissed her shoulder and neck, reaching between to rub her clit while Spencer fucked her.

“Like that?” Max asked, “God, you’re so fucking hot when you’re all strung out like this.”

“Fuck,” she pants, Spencer’s kisses trail to her neck, “flip me, please? Max come here.”

They oblige, ending up with Y/N on her hands and knees in front of Max’s spread legs, Spencer lining up behind her and pushing inside. She moans again at the feeling of him filling her once more, before putting her mouth to better use on Max’s cunt.

Sensually sucking on her best friend's clit, this is something she’s thought about doing but never in her life did she think they’d actually do it. Resting her head against Max’s thigh and rubbing her clit with her fingers when Spencer’s thrusts got to be too much, closing her eyes and panting with each thrust.

“Mmm,” Max was just as close as Y/N was, for a second time, turning around to look at Spencer, she wanted to be closer to him but she wanted Max to cum and be done first.

Putting her lips back on her clit, she fingers Max just as Spencer did to her. Getting her closer and closer until max is heaving and thrashing and cumming on her face with a shout. And that’s when Spencer pulls her off, flips her back over and pile drives into her with a new found vigour.

Y/N pulls him into another kiss, making out with him like his tongue is her favourite meal and she’s got 12 hours left to live. Their hips meet over and over, grinding with each thrust, she’s so fucking close her legs are shaking as she wraps them around him. She whimpers into his mouth, pleading with him to let her cum, when his lips detach from her’s and he looks down at her softly. “Cum baby.”

“Oh,” she cries out, tossing her head back and cumming with convulsions on his cock as he fucks her through it.

He fills the condom, slowing but not stopping, pumping through it as he watches her. Max watches in awe as well, petting Y/N’s hair again and smiling down at her, “you did so good.”

“Thank you,” she whispers, still so fucked out and blissful.

“I’m going to get us cleaned up,” Spencer says, slipping out of his girlfriend's best friend and leaving the room.

“Don’t hate me, but I think I love your boyfriend,” she laughs at the stupidity, but it’s there. A feeling she hasn’t ever felt after sex.

She laughs in return, but then Max says the craziest thing. “It’s okay, if you two want each other that’s okay with me. I think I’m done with men for a bit.”

“Finally,” Y/N cheers, wrapping her arms around Max and pulling her down into a hug. “I’m proud of you max.”

“Thanks for showing me what I’ve been missing,” she adds, “I’m sad this was only a one-time thing for us.”

“I’m sorry,” she shrugs, “maybe we can find you someone for you?”

“My boss is a lesbian,” Spencer says from the bathroom doorway, “sorry to listen in, but I thought I’d let you know… I can hook you up with her?”

“You’d do that?” Max looks at him with disbelief.

He simply nods as he returns to the bed and runs a warm washcloth over Y/N and carefully caresses her body. Taking care of them both so gently.

“You introduced me to Y/N, I should repay the favour,” he’s rather mature about it. “Are you sure you’re okay if I was to ask her out again?”

“Take care of her or I’ll be the one trying to get away with murder.”

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[what-i-call-men]

Jiggle physics

Jeff Pfister x female!reader

Warnings: SMUT, dominant reader, sub Jeff, some degradation towards Jeff, a bit of voyeurism at the end (reader finds out mutt saw the whole thing)

Request: My fic thought for the night (up for grabs) but it’s Jeff pfister. Reader is a dancer/instructor and Jeff studies her for “jiggle physics”. Thought is definitely a smut

One again I am stealing a picture from @copy-of-a-cheeto because I love the icons they make. Thank you!!

Also thank you to @divineruler for proof reading

It was another day for you to begin with. You were working at a small gym in town after your other job hadn't really worked out. You were freshly graduated from college and needed somewhere to work while you looked for other opportunities, a gym was your best option. Now you weren't an avid gym person, but you did enjoy dancing so you ended up instructing a Zumba class. It was more of a hip hop class because your gym was right near a college town, and early 00s Spanish didn't reach college kids as much as hip hop and rap music.

This week you had specifically scheduled a dirty Thursday class, uncensored music and a lot of confidence boosting music. You were doing your last few songs, pushing everyone to their "sexy limits" as you put it. You had stripped off your tank top, now just in your sports bra and leggings. When you were stripping off your top, you had a few of your regulars whistle or cheer, some even joining you as they knew the choreography. You ended your last high energy song and started your cool downs, opting to leave the shirt off as you were definitely sweating right now.

The slow sounds of Just the two of Us by Grover Washington jr played through the speakers as you instructed your class to stretch out. As you faced them, you couldn't help but catch a glance of blonde hair from outside the glass doors to the room. It looked familiar but you couldn't put your finger on it as you continued your instruction. After you finished your cool down, you moved to gather your things as some of the students chatted with you. One of your best friends had walked out to run to the locker room and came back, running up to you and pinching your arm a bit. "You'll never guess who is outside looking for you." She whispered so others wouldn't hear.

Turning to her you rubbed the now pained part of your arm and raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Um I don't know, Ryan Reynolds ready to sweep me off my feet?" You asked and reached down to pick up your gym bag and tank top, choosing to toss it in the bag rather than putting it on. Your friend followed you out of the classroom with the rest of the remaining class. "No, it's fucking Jeff and Mutt from high school." She whispered and nodded to the front desk where they stood, talking to a receptionist. You looked at them for a second.

"And they have those same dumb haircuts from when they were 12." You choked back a quiet laugh as you approached the front desk. Mutt saw you first and then elbowed Jeff to look up at you. "Hey boys, long time no see." You said and walked up to the pair, holding out your membership card to the front desk people to clock you out. "What warrants such an abrupt visit from the resident horny weeb club." You said and led the boys out, your friend keeping a close distance behind the group.

"Hey y/n, can we talk to you alone? We have a job offer for you?" Mutt said and glanced at your friend. You stopped outside the gym and nodded to your friend to go to the car you shared. "What job could you two possibly have for me? Last I heard you guys were just trolling random people online and spam liking my Instagram pictures." You said and crossed your arms. You weren't really friends with the two in high school, but you did have a friendly teasing relationship with them, rather than really making fun of them like others did. You were really only nice because you never knew who'd end up going crazy, and you'd rather not be on someone's shit list.

"We recently ran into... a lot of money. And we wanted to hire you at our robotics company." Jeff said and gestured excitedly at you. He definitely was on something from the way he had a shake to his hands. "Uh... you two know I majored in archeology? I don't know the first thing past how to google." You said and looked mainly at Jeff. God if he didn't have that stupid haircut still, you'd be tempted to say he got hot. He's got a pretty good body and he looked pretty good in comparison to Mutt. It would help him a lot if he didn't still dress and look like he was 12.

"We're aware. It has nothing to do with your degree. Here, this is what you'd make if you come to work for us." Mutt grabbed a card from his pocket and a pen that hung from your bag pocket. When he handed you the paper you had to blink at the numbers for a second. "Annually?" "Weekly" Jeff corrected your question. You stared at the paper for a second. "How do I know you guys aren't just high or something? How'd you even find me?" You asked and Mutt and Jeff looked at each other before Jeff grabbed his keys from his pocket. He clicked the unlock button and a Rolls Royce beeped from where it was parked only a few spots away from where you stood. "If you're interested come pay us a visit." Mutt pointed at the business card he had handed you and the two walked to the car before you could say anything.

When you got home of course you researched the company name on the card. Kineros Robotics had made actual headlines and pictures of the men were on different sites about their sudden influx of money to their company from a generous anonymous donation. You glanced at the card and pursed your lips before pulling up Instagram, going to Jeff's page, glancing at the pictures he's posted and biting your lip. God you could really tell he was either still a virgin or very submissive in some sense. He wasn't like any of the gym bros that hit on you or messaged you. With a small surge of courage, you hit the 'message' button and typed out a quick text.

After messaging back and forth about the job opportunity for about two days, you found yourself standing outside the main entrance to the robotics lab. You walked down the hall to see glass doors and just a buzzer. You buzzed and were quickly let in. "You guys should get a receptionist or someth-" your words were cut off when you saw what was really in the room. There were humanoid robot figures and a lot of latex parts just laying around. A lot of these parts were tits or asses, all different shapes and sizes but there seemed to be something off with all of them.

"Hey I'm glad you made it. You can set yourself up in the room over there." Mutt said as he stared down at his computer. The room was all white, some windows around but pretty much all of them had shade covering them with little to no light peeking through. There was a pile of white powder sitting at each desk. Oh so they were coked out and making sex dolls. What the actual fuck did this have to do with you? "Set my stuff up...?" You asked softly and Jeff stood from his desk to lead you to the room.

"I didn't tell you what you were here for?" He asked as he opened the door to the next room. You shook your head and looked at the hardwood floor and speaker set up. "We need you to be a model. See... our last few latex prints came out... less than desirable- jiggle wise. Our math was way off and we need these to be as real as possible." Jeff said and walked to a small cabinet in the corner of the room. "I need you to put this on so we can monitor your motions to make our robots more realistic." He said and handed you what was barely any cloth. It looked like those dotted suits superheroes wore so their suits could be cgi but instead of a suit it was a bikini top and what is pretty much a skimpy pair of bottoms that were basically bathing suit bottoms with how little they covered.

"Jeff, you didn't mention this." You said and took the clothes slowly as he headed back out to the door. "Just put those on and I'll be back in a few." He said and glanced over your body again quickly before closing the door. You decided to send a quick text to your best friend- just a "here's what I'm doing in case I get murdered" text. After that you slipped the clothes on and stared at yourself in the mirror beside the little cabinet. You could tell this was a makeshift dance room. That was probably what they were looking for. Good thing jiggle physics was your thing in class.

Jeff came back a couple minutes later with a laptop in his hands. He stopped and gulped when he looked over your body in the skimpy outfit, quickly opting to sit on the ground as he monitored the points on the laptop. "Go ahead." He said and positioned the laptop on his lap, having to adjust himself a bit a couple of times. "Jeff... I need music." You said and moved to grab your phone, nodding to the speaker system, him shrugging and letting you do so. As you leaned over the speaker you glanced in the mirror beside you and he was very much staring right at your ass. God if he wasn't such a virgin you'd probably be disgusted. That was probably why they didn't know the right jiggle physics for a woman's body.

You started playing some of your best twerk music, trying to shake off how weird it was to have just Jeff staring at his computer then back to you as you danced. You tried to just close your eyes and get into the choreography as you ignored the awkwardness of Jeff obviously having a boner and you just twerking for him to collect data. You did a few hip swirls and then some quick shakes, glancing at yourself in the mirror. Honestly as you looked you didn't realize you had given Jeff a perfect look of your ass. He ran a hand through his hair as the song began to wrap up. You went to your phone to change the song and decided to strike up a small conversation.

"So… are you getting good data?" You asked and just got a simple nod from Jeff, his stupidly cute bowl cut bobbing back and forth as he nodded. "So you're making sex robots huh?" You asked as you looked through your playlist nonchalantly bending over a bit to give Jeff a good view of your chest. He once again responded with a nod as you started the next song. It was a bit more sexy than the last one. "Why don't you monitor the jiggle physics of sex then?" You asked as you lowered the volume of the song, starting your choreography, which included some moves where you're on the ground, shaking and bouncing as if you were riding someone. "I'm sure they are more accurate than me dancing." You said as you pushed yourself down to the ground chest first with your ass up and facing Jeff.

He adjusted a bit and you moved yourself a bit closer to where he was seated as he chose not to answer you. "If you want more accurate results Jeff, you need the jiggle physics of sex." You stated and gently moved the computer off his lap, placing it on the ground as you gently moved to straddle his legs. "The reason you and Mutt can't get the math right is because you need to really experience a woman's body during sex and neither of you could rope in a girl to fuck you for science. Am I right?" You asked Jeff as you leaned into him, settling yourself on his lap. His face was so red as his eyes kept flicking from your chest to your face. He just nodded silently to your question.

"Jeff, I'm gonna need you to verbally respond to me. I want to hear you say it." You said and ran your hands from his shoulders and down his chest. He took a deep shaky breath. "Fu- I need you to fuck me for science." He said softly and looked up to you as you tutted at him.

"No honey, the other thing." You said and pushed your fingers under the hem of his shirt. He gulped and took in another breath. "I can't get anyone to fuck me. Please y/n I need you." He pretty much whimpered under you as you pushed up to the balls of your feet, leaning forward and beginning to shake your ass a bit from where you sat on his lap. You rolled your hips slowly forwards and pushed your chest against his, leaning up next to his ear. "That's better." You whispered and then left a small wet kiss under his ear. Slowly working down his neck in small wet kisses and sucks.

You could feel his body tense as you reached down between you and gently palmed at him. God you could tell how hard he was without looking. You smirked a bit and continued to suck small hickies on his neck and under his ear as you quickly undid his button and fly, grabbing his dick from his boxers. Wow if you would've known he was packing you probably would've slept with him in high school, but everyone just assumed he wasn't and that was why he didn't get girls. You pumped him slowly and you could hear him let out small moans and whimpers, wanting to stay quiet on the off chance Mutt heard over the music.

As you pumped him you gently bit his earlobe to get his attention. "If you wanna get inside me baby, you gotta help me out." You said quietly and he nodded and willingly let you take his hands and place them on your ass. He gave a small gentle squeeze and you smirked as you felt him twitch in your hand. "God... fuck... holy shit..." he muttered as you rolled your hips against his thighs, wanting to at least stimulate yourself a little bit.

"You wanna make sure my monitoring is ok baby?" You whispered and he glanced over at the laptop, still reading the outfit you wore. You grabbed his cock again, now moving yourself to push your bottoms to the side. Slowly sinking down on to him, you could've sworn Jeff came right then. And he did. But that wasn't going to stop you from helping him out for the 'sake of science'. You grabbed his hands and placed them on your waist so as to not interfere with his readings. Slowly you began to bounce on him, feeling all parts of your body begin to bounce. Jeff was letting out the most sinful noises. Honestly it sounded like he only knew what moaning was from women in porn, but you didn't mind- honestly it was hot to have him be so responsive.

"Oh baby you're gonna be too loud, Mutt might interrupt us and you wouldn't want that would you? Don't want him to find you moaning like a whore for me." You said lowly as you reached up to gently squeeze his throat. He closed his mouth and nodded at you as you continued to bounce on him. God you could tell how close he was to coming again, but lord knows you weren't done with him. His moans got quieter but he still let out small whines from below you. You reached down to rub your own clit as you bounced on top of him. "Fuck baby, you wanna fuck me so bad? How about you get that data you need by pounding me from behind?" You muttered and climbed off of him.

He barely questioned you when you did so, only whining a little at the loss of contact. As you turned around and got on your knees, pushing your ass up in the air, he quickly moved to his own knees, pushing into you and beginning to thrust at a rapid pace. You could definitely tell his knowledge of sex is from video games and porn because he kinda went wild. He pounded hard and you couldn't help but moan out as he grabbed your waist with a tight grip. After he got a hang on his speed, he reached forwards and pulled you up, pushing you against the mirrored wall he had been leaning against, he paused momentarily to undo the bikini top, and as soon as it dropped to the ground he was grabbing your tits from behind.

You pushed back against him, your face now pushed against the foggy mirror as he thrusted into you hard. "Fuck.... fuck y/n." He grunted out quietly as his thrust became more sporadic and sloppy. You could tell he was gonna come again, so you reached behind your head and grabbed his hair firmly. "You're not coming again until I cum. You fucking hear me?" You groaned as he continued to thrust into you. He nodded and reached around in front of you, fumbling for your clit for a moment before you corrected his hand placement and showed him the correct movement. He rubbed quickly and in pace with his thrusts, you could tell from his look in the mirror that he was trying so hard not to cum.

As soon as you finally reached the edge, you let out a loud and pretty pornographic moan of his name mixed with some swearing and praises. "God... fuck Jeff you feel so good in me. I want you to cum baby. I want you to cum in me baby." You thrusted back on him and kept your hand firmly tugging at his hair. It was only seconds before he was coming in you, his own face twisted in pleasure as you looked at him through the mirror. He slowed to a stop and slowly removed himself from you. You only caught your breath for a couple moments before there was a knock on the door.

"Hey those were good readings, we're gonna need you here again tomorrow so we can get some other position readings." Mutt called through the door. You looked at Jeff. "Could he see the reading the whole time?" You asked Jeff quietly. He bit his lips and nodded. "I assumed you knew because you saw this room through the glass when you walked in." Jeff said and pointed to the mirror which was in fact a one way mirror you had seen walking in from the lab, which you falsely assumed was a window because of the shade. "So mutt saw the whole thing?" You asked softly, slowly piecing everything together. Jeff nodded, scared you were gonna be upset. You only shrugged and reached over to gently grab his throat again. "Guess now he knows how good of a whore you are for me then." And god if he hadn't just come, Jeff probably would've come again from that action alone. Damn you were gonna have fun working here.

[burnedbyshoto]

a nurses job

— Bakugou breaks his arms and as a nurse, you have the responsibility to make sure that he is comfortable, even when he needs to use the bathroom.

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pairing: pro hero!bakugou katsuki x nurse fem!reader

warnings: smut, 18+, prohero!bakugou, golden showers/water sports/piss kink, degradation (giving), dirty talk, lusting/pining, handjobs

word count: 5,050

a/n: so, I was going to make this a piss in ur mouth and pussy type of fic, but I kept seeing all those beautiful bakugou piss arts where he’s with a nurse.... so this is inspired and brought upon by all the water sports bakugou x nurse art ive seen for three months.

kinktober day 21 main kink: piss | kinktober masterlist

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You’re not quite sure what persuaded you into wanting to become a nurse as a child.

Maybe it was because your quirk (when you hum at an A flat, everyone within 5 meters experiences accelerated healing properties) was useless for Pro Hero work, so you realized early on that being a Pro Hero was a distant dream. Maybe it was because medical staff were still hailed as everyday heroes despite being in a world with people who could perform extraordinary achievements. It started as a small obsession to prove to the soon to be jobless, dream broken, and graduated failures of the hero course high schools that you had done more than them. That you, unlike them, were recognized as a hero. 

You were decent with math and science, so you strove for medical school. But with the horrendous costs of schooling, your then living situation, and your dislike of unneeded and unwanted competitive stress, you deterred toward the nursing pathway. It was a pathway where you really found yourself, or at least, you thought so.

Empathy, emotion, and the need to see people come out of a hospital better than when they entered was something that grew on you quickly and obviously. Your earliest clinical rounds often left you with swollen, tired feet from walking around for restless hours, but with a smile on your face that was irreplicable. With every semester in school, you got better, connected better with your patients. Your feet still ache after long shifts, and sometimes your smile is hollow and broken, and if you look closely, you could see dried tears and puffy eyelids, but you wouldn’t ever regret this decision to become a nurse.

At twenty-five, newly graduated from nursing school, already working full time at the best hospital in Japan, while studying for your degree to eventually become a nurse practitioner. You loved your job quite a lot. They had placed you immediately within their Post-OP, ICU, and recovery wings, and even though you were somewhat new, you were celebrating a year of working in a few weeks, you already had some… more than familiar faces.

“Well, Ground Zero-san, I guess you owe me a drink because unless my eyes are deceiving me, it looks like both your arms are broken, no?” you hum, your grin bright and wide, not even attempting to hide it’s glee as your high profile patient sat seething on the hospital bed. “It’s been, what? Two weeks since you last showed up here? You getting old?”

“Oh, would you shut the fuck up, you shitty ass nurse?!” Bakugou snarled, his arms obviously trying to tense and move against the large casts that envelope him. “The fuck would you expect to happen when facing off with a quirk that’s specifically meant to break people’s arms?!”

“Deku didn’t break any arms,” you point out with a soft laugh, eyes still scanning and reading through his charts to check his medical needs and medicine prescribed by the attending and when he should be taking them. “A bit weird that only half of the Wonder Duo was indescribably injured, no?”

A loud snarl ripped from Bakugou’s throat, and you stifled your own laughter as you raised your eyesight to look him straight in his raging eyes.

“I took that damn nerds hits because he’s broken his arms so many fucking times he’ll be forced to amputate them if he breaks them again!” Bakugou’s eyes were near white in his anger, but the intensity of his emotions was heavily diminished by the fact that his arms were strapped to his chest in thick, round bandages.

“You can admit you care for him,” you chide, ignoring his ‘like hell I do!’ Placing the chart down and walking to his IV drip, you checked to see if anything he was hooked to required any changes or whatnot. “Besides, this is not the first time I’ve seen you in here! It was quite surprising to see Ground Zero on bedrest on my first ever shift here.”

That much was true.

You had been working at Tokyo Hospital for nearly nine months now. Within the nine months, you saw a lot of heroes; that much was true. Your quirk was versatile as a nurse, and you were bright, young, very good at your job, and definitely a beautiful individual. So, when you were assigned to be working most of your days healing heroes because they were the backbone of the country, it didn’t quite catch you by surprise. It was a common assignment you had as a nursing student too.

You just didn’t expect the head nurse of the floor to assign one of your five rooms to be holding none other than Ground Zero, a.k.a Bakugou Katsuki.

Of course, you weren’t an idiot. You had known about the explosion hero since high school! You had sat in front of your TV in high school, attempting to do your homework while watching the rather intensive first-year battles. He had done well in every stage, placing within the top three each time and even winning the game! You had cringed at the awards ceremony but had been horrified at the news of his kidnapping. 

But after that, with the rising tensions of the villain world upon the dying world left behind by All Might, you had forgotten him for a moment. As time went on, and finally, a new support system was brought forth, Ground Zero, much like his quirk entailed, exploded onto the scene alongside Deku and a few other young heroes.

So, sure, you expected to maybe one day run into the ash-blond hero, but you didn’t expect it to happen on day one.

All things considered, the two of you got along rather well.

His... strong personality did make you wary of him at first, taking his near verbal barrage until you, very flusteredly he will argue, told him to ‘shut up, you butthole!’

You were horrified at your lack of professionalism, and Bakugou had gone silent as he stared at you in silence.

“Did you just call me a butthole?” he echoed, his face full of emotions you could not read. You felt on the verge of panicking, unsure if he was going to potentially tell on you! The sounds of a barking laughter rang in your ear, and you looked up to see his grinning, much more relaxed form. “Are you some shitty preschooler?!”

Thus began a working relationship of sorts between you and Bakugou.

He was an asshole, and you tried your best to not let him talk you off a cliff. It didn’t take very long for you to find out what made him tick surprisingly enough, and you used that to your advantage. The best way to tease him right now was by reminding him that he had been hospitalized more times than Deku, who apparently had held the record for the number of hospitalizations between him and his friends.

“Are you going to mention that shit first meeting every time we talk?!” Bakugou barked, his eyes narrowed as he turned his head away from you.

“After you admit you care deeply for all your friends!” you chirp back, stepping away from his IV drip, satisfied by what you saw. “Well, you look good for now. I’ll be checking up on you every ten to fifteen minutes since you can’t press the button until we can get those casts off! Did ya need anything before I go check on my other patients?”

“Open the damn window; it’s stuffy in here,” Bakugou grumbled, his face finally facing you again. 

“Of course,” you smile cheekily, your eyes squinting with your broad grin. “It’s a nurse's job to make their patients comfortable and happy!”

Standing at the side of the bed, you stretched over Bakugou to grab the edge of the window and slide it open. Through your stance, you were entirely aware of how this looked, how this felt. Your breasts centimeters from Bakugou’s face, your eyes never once breaking from the window to feign your innocence as you finally pull away. Even with scrubs on, you could feel his hot, sharp breathes expelling through your clothes, his ears tinging just the smallest bit red as you smile.

“Anything else?” you asked sweetly, failing to hide your impish grin.

“Put the water cup close by,” he grunted, eyes staring at the liter of water at his side table. Well, he wouldn’t be able to use his arms until just before he was set to be discharged, so moving the water closer was a good idea.

Nodding, you grabbed a nearby cup, filling it three-quarters of a way full before placing it onto the feeding table and dragging it near his mouth, a bendy straw already secured into the cup. You watched as he shot forward, putting the plastic straw into his mouth and beginning to drink the cold water. His eyes were back on yours, deceivingly cold had you already not been an expert on his personality.

With one final soft chuckle, you waved at Bakugou as you headed out, a cheerful smile on your face as he continued to drink his water.

“See ya in a few!”

Well, you guess there was one more important detail about your relationship with Bakugou Katsuki. For the past five months, you have been doing everything in your power to seduce him — to get him to admit that he wanted you too.

You knew the ethics and the morals behind falling for a patient of yours, much less a high profile patient at that. You knew that if your little crush was ever found out, you would most definitely be moved from his room. You were also damningly aware that you should have brought up your initial feelings for the explosion hero to your admin the moment it arose. But the thought and the way you were always so happy to be around him eventually overruled your logic. Five months ago, you had stayed at the hospital until nearly three am, talking with a severely concussed Bakugou. You were stationed for an overnight round with the task of making sure that he didn’t fall asleep. And for the first time in your time knowing Bakugou, the two of you somehow clicked into place, and when he was discharged the next morning — the nurse who had a quirk to rid of concussions finally arriving — he had thanked you.

It was so benign, so incredibly simple, yet the way the golden sunshine illuminated his blond hair and made his red eyes shine like a ruby, you found your own tired body feeling heated and warm. He wasn’t such a lousy conversationalist, and you had already enjoyed all your interactions together, yet it still caught you off guard to feel your heart pounding in your throat as he pulled on his jacket and left.

So after coming to terms with your sudden infatuation for the stubborn hero, you began to express your desires and feelings for him without having to say it. For all that he was worth and all that he expressed himself to be extremely observant, Bakugou Katsuki still had no idea that you liked him.

Unfortunately, your scrub nurse uniform wasn’t precisely seductive. The light blue of the breathable, sterile uniform was about as unsexy as uniforms got. But that never stopped you from leaning in too close when doing what Bakugou demanded of you. It didn’t prevent you from accidentally dropping papers in front of him and bending over to show off the curves of your ass.

There had never been a time such as this one where you hated that the old, ‘sexy’ nurse outfits were no longer up to standard and banned from use. How you would have loved to be wearing gartered held stockings just to accidentally flash to Bakugou. But, you suppose that it’s alright. Even though your feelings and ambitions to get the Pro Hero to like you as much as you did him, you never tried to push it.

For now, you were just an asshole tease.

You carried out the rest of your rounds in peace, your pager sitting comfortably in your pocket, unused, unneeded for now. The rest of your four patients were doing well for now.

One was asleep, most likely due to the medicine coursing through his veins, but his vitals remained unchanged.

Another was in the process of getting ready to be discharged, her family there to help her in leaving.

The third was eating his dinner, eyes concentrated on a poker game on the TV as he asked you to help fluff his pillow.

The last was busy with a physical therapist, her forehead slick with sweat as she attempted to sit up from her chair.

All in all, they were all doing fine, and you were back to the beginning, back to Bakugou’s room.

You entered his closed room door to be greeted by an empty bed. Your eyes widened immediately, the initial wave of pure horror flashing through you that by some freak accident, some murderous villain had kidnapped the injured hero straight from the hospital bed. 

“Ground Zero-san?!” you called out, a pitched voice of concern frilling your voice as you stumbled through the room. Your eyes were frantically searching the room, fingers feeling the lingering warmth of his body on the bed and your eyes noticing the empty water cup on his table still. The sheets of his bed haphazardly thrown off as if in a struggle.

Your fingers wound around the panic button, your ears straining to hear any sort of sign of Bakugou still being here.

A gritted teeth snarl was muffled from the attached bathroom, and you froze, unable to move as you felt the untouched button in your hands turn as light as a feather. You approached the bathroom door with soft footsteps, the smile on your face, unable to be stopped as you pulled the door open.

The sight you happened upon was something that made your lips curl into a wider smirk as the hospital clothed-clad hero absolutely struggled with his lack of functioning hands and arms to pull down his pants. Something he couldn’t do himself because the socks and slippers on his feet kept him from even attempting to tug his pants off with his toes.

In his struggle, undoubtedly miserable attempt to get his pants and underwear off his waist, Bakugou seemed ignorant to your arrival. His back still towards you, his head tilted down in his struggle as he twisted and pulled at practically nothing.

And as you watched him struggle, you couldn’t help but let your eyes drink in his form that stood tall before you. Most occurrences where you found yourself face to face with Bakugou, he was always tucked in a bed (except that time you realized your feeling for him), whether it was because he needed to be or because he was forced to be. So seeing him in his full height, seeing how despite your size, you were still only at his shoulder, made your eyelashes flutter.

He was tall, so deliciously tall, you wanted to climb onto a chair to see if he would be taller even with that added height. And oh how the flimsy material of his hospital outfit was stretched then against the taut muscles of his back. They flexed and shifted with his aggravation, and the only thought on your mind was to rake your fingers against the tempting muscle and skin.

“Shitty. fucking. villain!” he hissed angrily, sweat trickling down the back of his neck as he still struggled to do what nature called him for. 

But you couldn’t help it; the flexing muscles of his back, the lower tenor of his voice, and the way he seemed ridiculously larger than life at the moment tipped your restraint over. Your ability to hold back crashing through you like a tsunami wave, drowning you until you found your hand tethered to the tight spot at the center of his spine, your hushed words drifting to his ear like sweet, warm honey.

“You need any help here, Ground Zero-san?” you asked, your voice just loud enough to have your hot breath fanning against his sweaty exposed neck. You could feel him twitch in your hold, his body stiffening as he whipped his head around to look at you, red eyes wild, wide, and dark.

“Don’t ya know how to fucking knock?!” he snapped, his body flushed at being caught in the bathroom, unable to shed his clothes. He doesn’t move from your touch, and that small detail makes you warm, knowing that he wasn’t entirely repulsed by your touch. 

“You were missing from your bed, and I called your name,” you smile despite his angry glare. “I know you are susceptible to hear loss, but I thought you were still in the clear.”

“I ain’t fucking deaf,” Bakugou growled, his face twisted with a frown. “And that still doesn’t explain why the hell you’re here!”

“Oh, were you not just completely struggling earlier?” you feign shock, the grin on your face unstoppable at the embarrassed scowl that sets on his face. You step even closer to him so that your torso is perpendicular to his side. Your hand still gently touching his muscled back, and your free hand gently pressing to his own abdomen, the feeling of his flexed muscles, making you dizzy as you peer down at the white toilet. “Is there a villain in the toilet? I didn’t think that was possible!”

“Of fucking course not, there’s not a shitty villain in the toilet.” Bakugou flushed, his body entirely trapped by you, but he made no play to escape.

“Oh, so did you need help?”

Bakugou stares at you, his mind whirling a kilometer a second as he contemplates his next course of action. The both of you know he needs help, and still, the both of you are aware that his ability to ask of that from you is slim to none given he couldn’t even wait for you to return to his room.

“Tch,” he clicks his tongue angrily, annoyed, completely fed up. His eyes rolling to the ceiling, refusing to acknowledge you as his head nods once. “Help me, shitass nurse.”

“Of course!” you chirp, your eyes finding his hooded ones.

You give him one last warm, sweet smile before the hand on his torso lightly drags down his stomach, soft in its unashamed way of feeling him up. Your head tilted as your fingers hooked into the tight waistband of his pants and pulled it down, the heat of your palm accidentally dragging itself over the imprint of his cock behind his boxers.

The slight, flustered choking noise at the back of his throat didn’t go ignored by you, but rather but aside for later. Your eyes flashing up to see his red eyes wide, his cheeks so lightly dusted with pink as you managed to pull down his boxers too. 

“There!” you exclaim, your eyes closing in your grin before you turn your attention back down to his exposed dick. 

Immediately, you had to hold back a noise of pure want and lust at the sight of him. He was long, undoubtedly eight inches, definitely more. Although you couldn’t tell how thick, you knew his dick would fill your palm without a struggle. The trimmed, dark blond pubes and the protruding veins are what did it for you, your tongue poking out for a millisecond to wet your lips as you stared at his dark pink head.

“Stop staring at it!” Bakugou hissed, clearly embarrassed if the slight voice crack said anything about it. 

You looked back up at him, fake confusion swimming in your eyes as you tilted your head. “It’s only a penis. I see millions of these all the time.”

“Yeah, but it’s fucking weird!”

A soft laugh escaped your lips, your eyes rolling softly as you sighed in retreat, “Fine, fine, let's pee big boy and get you in bed.”

With your dominant hand, you grabbed his dick with a soft grip, pleasure simmering through you at the confirmation of the thick dick in your palm. But it seemed you weren’t the only one who thought that for the moment you tried to steer his dick toward the toilet to assist in aim, Bakugou hissed loudly. His flesh twitching to life in your warm, soft hand as it began to grow upward.

You didn’t say anything; your jaw remained as tight and closed as your vocal box despite the egging need to tease him and celebrate his apparent approval of your touch. So, eventually, in a voice that defied the nervous energy coursing through your veins, you asked: “Didn’t you need to pee?”

Bakugou let out a throaty, guttural groan, his anger hissing between his teeth as his dick twitched again in your hold, growing longer and harder still.

“I can’t take a damn piss with a hard-on, you idiot!” he roared despite the strawberry red blush on his cheeks. You admired the way he was still fighting for control of an upper hand here despite — clearly — not having any.

“Oh, haha! Silly me!” you laugh, your hand shifting against his length, your warm palm getting closer to the base of his cock.

“W-What are you doing?!” Bakugou spluttered, your soft butterfly touches sending him through a loop he clearly wasn’t expecting. “You could just wait for it to die!” 

“It’s a nurse's job to make their patients comfortable and happy,” you repeat your words, your hold on his dick growing firmer and harder just as his cock continued to do. “You clearly need to pee, and there’s no telling when your cock will go down.”

“I’LL MAKE IT GO DOWN!” Bakugou yells, but the usual sharpness to his tone has deflated, diminished to nothing but whining embarrassed yell. You look up at his clenched jaw and how a pretty pink glows on his cheeks, and you’re mesmerized.

Looking back down at his growing cock that warms your hand immensely, you hum, slightly twisting your hand around his length. Bakugou shudders, a whine hidden in his throat as you open your own mouth.

“Do you want me to stop?” you question, your eyes fluttering up to look at his clouded red ones. “Do you not need or want me?”

That was a double-headed question if Bakugou ever heard one. He looked at your glossy lips, the way they were pouted, so ready to be kissed, to be claimed, and that delirious look of want and need in your eyes. And he knows better; he knows that this is not the place, not the time to act on emotions like this. The need to pee sits heavily on his lower belly, just like the need to cum makes him twitch and pace uncomfortably. God fucking damn his broken to smithereens arms.

But you already know this, of course, you do. But you also know how stubborn he can be, how anal he can be about the littlest thing. So with no answer, you weaken your grip, making him think that you’re ready to leave, and he falls right into the trap.

“Make it fucking q-quick,” his voice cracks, the embarrassment nearly tangible as you nod your head firmly, your fist tightening around his cock.

Your warm fingers pressed onto his length, beginning at a slow leisurely pace, your eyes glued onto his face, detailing how he reacts to every small flick of your wrist, every little difference of grip in his hands. Your strokes began to grow larger, your fingertips tracing the bulging veins on his cock, your eyes hypnotized by the way his face pinches in his pleasure, the blush on his cheeks, the way the hot pants expelling from his mouth curl warmly in your lower belly.

“Y-You do this with all your shitty patients?” Bakugou growls, but it sounds weak, too blurred and slurred with his increasing pleasure.

Your fingernails drag against the underneath of his cock, tracing the incredibly sensitive skin until he’s slowly thrusting his hips into your fist. “Only the hot ones,” you tease, your thumb pressing against the tip of his beading tip, the warm pre-cum slick and spreading quickly against his flushed tip.

“You’re fucking disgusting,” Bakugou continues, his head tipping backward, exposing the slenderness of his neck that begs for your teeth to sink into. “Just needed to take a fucking piss.”

“Nervous, you’ll pee all over me, and I won’t want to suck your dick?” you ask, your fingers brushing near his scrotum, eyes blazing dangerously at the sight of his gasping, jaw-dropping face. His hips rut forward, leaking cock dripping with his pre-cum, and you giggle softly, fisting him faster, spreading the pre-cum against his heated sex.

Your fingers run against his throbbing length, your palm tight and hot against his cock, the veins you drag across searing against your flesh, ingraining itself onto your skin and memory forever. Despite it all, the obvious near tangible horror Bakugou has on the thought of pissing on you, he continues to fuck into your fist. 

“Damn bitch like you would probably l-like it if I pissed on you,” Bakugou pants, his casted arms twitching at his chest. His head tilted away from you, but his eyes burning into you, the red eyes hot as fire against your skin. “You want me to piss on you? Make you my bitch.”

The words burn against your skin, your teeth biting onto your lower lip as you meet his gaze. You’ve never considered it before, never thought you’d be into it. As a nurse, you’ve been around piss, shit, and vomit, and while you had grown unfazed by it, you never considered the prospect of a man pissing on you. But you thought of it, of Bakugou standing above you, free from his casts, hands on his cock as he smirks down at you with golden liquid spraying from his cock, soaking you where you lay. 

You shudder, pleasant chills running down your spine as you stare into his eyes yet again. 

“And if I do?” you ask, fingers rolling the head of his cock between your forefinger and thumb, relishing in the way that he snarls low in his throat. “What’re you gonna do about that, Ground Zero-san? You gonna piss all over your bitch after you get out of here.”

“You want me to piss on you here?” he asks, his voice snappish, strained, his hips drilling harder into your hand that was quickly speeding up. A battle of power and speed between the both of you as he looms over you, face flushed, pink, and lips demanding to be kissed. “Wouldn’t be surprised if you do.”

“Why’s that?” you breathe, his lips tantalizingly close to yours, a breath away as your hand grips and tightens even more around the base of his cock, causing a pained-pleasured hiss to rip from behind his teeth as he looks at you.

“Don’t act like your shitty ass hasn’t been trying to seduce me every time I show up,” Bakugou gruffs, his hips continuing a drilling rhythm into your fist, his body no longer shy or embarrassed.

“So you noticed but never said anything?” you counter, your fingers shifting over to his swollen, hot balls. You fondle them, tugging at their weight gently, taking in the way his eyes roll to the back of his head and the way his teeth tear into his lip. “Coward.”

“Hah?! Who the fuck—”

You can’t help yourself anymore, your mouth coming to slam against his in a piercing, searing kiss. He moans into the kiss, and you gasp back, tongues clashing together, teeth knocking into each other as awkward, nearing uncomfortable kisses are exchanged. His sweet scent of caramel wafts into your nose, and his grunts and groans are addicting, entirely enthusiastic noises that send your own thighs clenching shut to quiet the heated need in between your thighs.

Your hand increases in its speed, his whines and groans so pretty and piercing into you. 

“How fucking gross,” you laugh into his mouth, the slicked heat of his precum lathering your palm until soft noises of your fisting hand begin to fill the sterile bathroom. “You’re a child, wanting to piss on things that you shouldn’t. You came to the bathroom and got a hard-on instead of pissing, Bakugou, aren’t you embarrassed.”

“Y-Y/l/n,” he hissed, his jaw falling slack against your mouth. His hips are drilling into you faster and faster, the throbbing of his cock, the growing, thick scent of his caramel sweat filling the room and your senses. “F-Fuck!”

“Such a dirty, childish pro hero,” you smile your tongue curling into his mouth and dragging against the roof of his mouth as he shudders helplessly against you. “Cum already, Bakugou, cum and piss over yourself like some small brat.”

He shudders, and you find your mouth leaving his own as you stare down, spurting white ropes of cum pour from his tip, completely covering the toilet seat with his sticky white cum. And you watch as soon as his body collapses onto you, entirely spent from the orgasm, yellow piss streaming from his tip.

The toilet fills with his cum and piss, and you grin once his balls and bladder are completely drained. His cock limp and weak in your hand as you hum, your quirk activating and causing the exhausted Pro Hero to recompose himself so that he wasn’t entirely weak against you. 

“Such a good patient,” you coo, pulling up Bakugou’s boxers and hospital pants without a second's thought. Patting his butt gently, you watched as his still exhausted red eyes stared at you. You walked over to the sink, washing your hands so that you could continue to finish the rest of your shift.

“Don’t think this is over, shitty nurse.”

You look at him over your shoulder, your fingers curling under the warm water as you grin.

“I expect to be fucked and pissed on next time,” you counter, your smirk devastating and sending a fire right back to Bakugou’s groin. “No freebies anymore.”

[erwinsvow]

𝐚𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨

note: part two to the college headcanons! part one can be found here! i had a lot of fun writing these and i hope everyone enjoys them :) teacher/student dynamic warning for zeke and hange's, and i guess bullying for annie's :/

𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐝

the very definition of kind-hearted frat boy who doesn’t fit the stereotype he’s been assigned at all

starts off with accounting before realizing he hates math, moves into business management and marketing

the linkedin profile is absolutely popping, 500+ connections and details about every club and organization he’s ever been a part of

the friend that helps everyone find internships and fixes their resumes while offering helpful advice and not being condescending… anyways so that’s how you meet porco

he works at the career center 100% and does various coaching/prep help, and you, pieck’s friend, are in desperate need of an internship

so you’re complaining to your friend as usual, when she tells you to stop by the building and ask for a “pock”

so you do just that, walking in and asking for “pock” and porco is a little stunned by this pretty stranger calling him by a nickname reserved for his close friends, and even then he just barely tolerates it

but he doesn’t want to correct you, especially since you’re being so sweet and he can tell you need some help

so a meeting at the career center slowly turns into facetime calls to review applications and last-minute edits, stopping by your dorm to help you fill out paperwork and walking together to mail it out

i have a feeling porco doesn’t wanna be too forward, and he thinks he’s being very aloof and casual, when he really just seems oblivious

and you cannot tell for the life of you if he likes you or he’s just being friendly since you’re close with pieck

finally after you land the internship and won't have your normal excuse to spend time with him, you get the guts you've been searching for

you tell him about the position later in the day, stopping by the center for hopefully the last time

"by the way, my number's on my resume if you're ever gonna ask me out."

leaves pocky-boy flustered and red and scrambling to ask you out, and you have been happily dating since

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

oh boy

conny is a very typical college kid in the sense that he will sleep through every 8 am class he has, blow off class to go wait in line for the nacho bar, and has adopted the mantra ‘c’s get degrees’

but he is an extremely lovable education major with a focus in history

rarely seen without his shadow sasha, but now that she started dating niccolo, she thinks that conny could use a relationship too, and that it might do him some good to be with a funny, down-to-earth person

thus begins the most grueling two weeks for every girl on campus, as sasha hunts down girls that she thinks would be a good match for her best friend

this includes airdropping a photo of conny to the lecture hall with the caption “would you date this man? serious inquiries only”

creates a fake tinder complete with a google form to narrow down the options

however, none of this is necessary because sasha bumps into you in the smoothie line and causes your triple berry blend to go flying

she helps you clean up and idle conversation leads to you talking about dates and so forth

“well, i’d love to set you up with my best friend? how do you feel about a blind date?”

yes, conny met you, the love of his life, on a blind date set up by sasha with a stranger

it’s one of those funny stories that people don’t believe when you tell them, because how ridiculous is that, but you both think it’s perfect since you get along so well and it made all the waiting worth it

bonus: double dates with sasha and niccolo! fondue night at their apartment, going to the arcade and having to lug up sasha and her food baby while niccolo parks the car, just overall a grand time :)

𝐳𝐞𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫

zeke yeager, ph.d. started his new job at university with one rule in mind: absolutely no illicit affairs

he also coaches the club baseball team, because why not get involved on your campus

he really believes that he’s gonna stick with it too, despite the overwhelming number of students who come to his office hours with questions that his less handsome teaching assistants could answer

but no, he doesn’t want to earn a reputation as that professor, and so he heads into the new semester with absolutely no lingering thoughts of an exciting little dalliance to get him through the monotonous days

he knows his huge lecture classes would always come with a few pretty students, but it’s the smaller, upper-level psych class he’s teaching when he meets you for the first time

zeke has you all figured out, or so he thinks. sitting in the front row, raising your hand for questions he wasn’t expecting anyone to actually have an answer to, neatly handwritten notes in a color-coded notebook. he wouldn’t peg you for the type to jump and take the risk by starting a relationship with a professor.

but he soon realizes that he didn’t have you as figured out as he thought he did.

you avoid the gaggle of freshmen during office hours by scheduling meetings instead, sometimes right before class, coming to him with two cups of coffee and a wide smile that actually had him fooled into thinking you were here for academic reasons

this facade quickly fades though, because after a semester of interactions with you and getting more and more comfortable with each other, to the point where coffee orders are memorized and it’s zeke rather than professor yeager, you’ve had just about enough

he knows he’s fucked when you come visit him at practice for the baseball team, bringing him a drink and engaging in conversation while the players watch their coach flirt with you

he’s especially fucked when he realizes he’s looking forward to practice just because there’s a chance you’ll stop by on your way to your next class

you submit your final paper early, nearly a week before it’s due and of course the first in the class to do so, and waltz into his office the next day with another steaming cup of his favorite drink

“you submitted your paper pretty early, you know.”

“i know. i also know that it means i’m not your student anymore, so if you were going to make a move, now’s the time.”

no, he definitely had underestimated how much he knew about you.

𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐚 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧

mikasa is a forensic sciences major and is still debating on the minor- she’s torn between criminal justice or history like armin.

she loves her major classes, but she just wants something else interesting to look forward to as well, so armin suggests sitting in on a couple classes early in the semester and getting a taste for it.

so you don’t really think twice when she claims the empty seat next to you on the first day of classes, smiling politely and paying attention to the professor. you do notice, however, that she’s not writing anything down or looking at the syllabus, leading you to strike a conversation on why that is.

she explains herself and then before you even know it, the lecture ends and you spent the last forty minutes talking to mikasa about anything and everything.

she’s sitting in on another class tomorrow, and absent mindedly invites you to come along, to which you agree all too quickly, because why wouldn’t you

numbers are exchanged, times are fixed, and mikasa leaves wondering why she’s so excited at the idea of sitting with you in class again.

you two hate the history class she had chosen, with the professor droning on and on and you being focused entirely on the conversation you’re having with mikasa

until the professor kicks the two of you out for not shutting up, that is

you’re both laughing hysterically once you reach the hallway

“i’m gonna have to discourage you from doing that history minor if that’s what all the classes are like.”

“well, i have to do criminal justice so we can have that class together, anyways.”

𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭

true to form, annie goes into one of the most difficult majors: cheg. definitely flies through intro courses with straight As and minimal effort, but that’s also mostly because all she and bertholdt do is study

reiner tries his hardest to get her to go to a party every once in a while, but usually to no avail because she always has an exam to study for

you’re a tutor, and honestly, you’d say you were pretty good at your job. you can answer questions and explain reasonings fairly well to confused students. but when annie comes to your office hours with some complicated problems and she’s asking for explanations that you just don’t have, you literally feel your face burn with heat for the entirety of the time she’s there

long story short, your first encounter is embarrassing, to say the least. you’re stumbling over words as you try to look through your old notes and piece together an answer for annie, who you cannot even look in the eyes.

anyways, she leaves eventually and you want a hole to open in the ground and swallow you up, but at least she won’t be back next week, right?

wrong.

miss leonhart doesn’t know how to express her feelings any better than you, so her way of flirting is spending time with you in the tutor center as you fail to answer her questions time and time again

you want to scream at her to stop coming because she and you both know you’re not helping either of you with this

but also you really don’t want her to stop coming because you don’t have any other ways to see her outside of class

both of you reach your wit’s end on the same day, her coming to you with the absolute easiest problems she could find in the textbook, and you with every intention of asking her out to dinner

she opens her book, and you reach and close it quickly

“unless this is the only way you know how to flirt, something has to change now.”

𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐳𝐨𝐞

dr. zoë teaches, just, way too many classes

we’re talking multiple chemistry labs and upper-level research courses as well

you’re just a ph.d. student doing rotations as per usual, and you’ve heard the comments from students senior to you about dr. zoë, who makes every student in rotation say hange instead of the formal way you’re used to

you’ve heard everything from crazy to genius and everything in between

what you weren’t expecting was… so good looking, and young? and comforting? and talking about all the things that you didn’t have the guts to bring up with other people, like how you always feel a little left out in the field and that you think no one cares about your research interests that much—a lot of stuff that you find yourself pouring out to hange on your very first day in the lab

you’re wondering why it’s so easy to talk to them, and why none of the other rotations ever felt this comfortable

and then you realize you’re spilling your guts to someone who probably doesn’t even care, and has way more to deal with on their plate than a ph.d. student with imposter syndrome

so you’re apologizing right after you’ve finished, when you’re met with the warmest look and a reassuring hand on your shoulder

it’s so easy to fall after that, with weekly meetings and regular check-ins, and you know it’s wrong to have this strange crush on your superior, but hange really feels like the one person you can count on here

you hide the crush in favor of getting the mentorship you desperately think you need, but it’s not long until you’re onto the next rotation and the next lab’s work is even closer to the stuff you love

you hate the way you feel, that you’re not gonna have any reason to keep in touch and you never even got to explain how you feel about them—and that you didn’t even get to experience hange’s energy because she was always listening and helping you out

it’s not until you get a text the night before your first day in the new lab from hange, filled with reassuring words and asking for a coffee date later in the week to talk about how it goes, that you realize just how well hange understood you

𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

last but not least, miss pieck is double majoring in french and public health

absolutely obsessed with her majors and loves the subjects, but works herself to death to keep up with it all

you don’t even realize that the pretty, studious girl you’re seeing in the library all the time is the same girl you spot with some of your friends from class

pieck is as oblivious as they come. you invite her on study dates after you two are introduced by reiner, invite her to get coffee after a particularly late night of studying, pretty much start spending most of your days together

you can’t help but be disappointed that pieck doesn’t see you in that way, because you’ve slowly been falling head over heels, but you accept that maybe it just wasn’t meant to be, and you still love the friendship you two have

it takes a while for things to click for pieck, but they do right as the semester eases up

once exams are over, you two decide to go to these famous parties porco and reiner never stop talking about

it’s not the usual scene you’re comfortable with, but what’s wrong with letting loose a little, especially after midterms? no harm in having fun, right?

wrong again! you definitely get plastered way too quickly, and eventually pieck takes you to a room to settle down

drunk confessions of love aren’t usually the way to go, but you can’t help but reveal everything you’ve been feeling for the last few months when pieck is taking care of you in your current state

you definitely wake up hungover and ignorant to last night’s shenanigans, but you’re in your dorm, with a bottle of water and ibuprofen on the nightstand, phone plugged in and shoes off

pieck comes back with breakfast, coffee and your favorite pastries, and checks up on you

“so.. about last night..”

“i’m so sorry, did i throw up on you?”

“no, but you did say you were in love with me. was that just a drunk thing, or is it a sober thing too? because i think i’m in love with you too.”