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rissouu · 5 months

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could you do a plug! eren x reader where eren gets super overprotective 🩷

yesss ofc! im sorry this took a while i just had to get some damn motivation 😭 i been slacking.. my bad pookies!

his hands stayed wrapped around your waist as you walked through the mall, he promised to take you on a shopping spree. and right now the only thing you really needed were shoes— so foot locker it was.

it was like eren could sense all the stares you were getting, in his eyes those tiny ass the shorts you wore barely covered up anything.. (he was just being dramatic, the shorts weren’t that tiny but he still hated them.) he made a mental note to toss the shorts out as soon as you two made it home.

he tried getting you to change before you guys even arrived at the mall, but of course you weren’t going to listen to him— you never did. that’s one of the characteristics he loved about you but that didn’t make it any less annoying.

when you finally reached the famous shoe store, you couldn’t hide your excitement. you’d always been a sneaker head after all, always having the newest pair of dunks or jordan’s, a lot of people envied you because of it honestly, but oh well.

you couldn’t resist snatching out of eren’s hold and practically running towards the shoes on display. the dunks that you’d been wanting for months finally dropped, and you just had to get them before they sold out.

“ma you know how i feel ‘bout you walkin’ off on your own,” he made his way back over to you, annoyance evident on his face. eren hated when you did this, he wanted(needed) to be by your side at all times. why couldn’t you understand that?

“im sorry babyyy, i just really need to check if they have my size!” you bent over to take the shoe off the rack— completely forgetting that your shorts were the type to rise up when you did so.

you didn’t think too much about it and stayed in your current position— throughly inspecting the shoe. the color looked better online but shit, it was still cute.

eren eventually got tired of standing, he knew how you got when it came to shoes. he’d be standing there for a whole damn hour fucking with you, so he just sat down on one of the benches used to try on shoes.

he always got so bored coming to stores with you because you always tuned him out and wandered off on your own. you were addicting to shopping and even more addicted to shoes.. the only thing he could do was sit down and go on his phone, since you’d clearly be taking forever.

you were so focused on the baby blue shoes that you hardly even noticed anyone’s presence behind you, turns out one of the workers had been eyeing you for quite a while now.. waiting for his chance to make a move. your beauty caught him off guard and he knew he couldn’t let a fine thing like you just walk away.

“hello welcome, did you need help with- oh god damn..”

that was enough to finally get eren’s attention off his phone as his eyes snapped towards the scrawny dude licking his lips— enjoying the sight of your shorts working against you.

with a low chuckle your man stood from his seat, slowly inching towards you to make his presence known. he snatched you by your waist— easily causing your form to straighten out. he took his eyes off you for one second and you’re bent over with them little ass shorts on?

he had half a mind to just fuck you right here and now to let all these muh’ fucka’s know who you belong to, but luckily he had enough self restraint.

“i’ll kill you right now man, ion even play like that. better walk yo’ ass on somewhere,” eren slightly lifted his black tee— flashing his gun that was strapped on his waist. he roughly yanked you behind him so the fucker wouldn’t dare to look at you again, and the only thing you could do was let him.

not that you would’ve resited anyway, you loved when eren got aggressive like this (not that you’d ever admit it).

“o-oh that’s you? i apologize i didn’t-“

“’fuck up talkin’ to me yo, you got five seconds to walk away before i put a bullet in you.” one death glare from eren was enough to send the worker running off in fear.

you stayed silent because you knew better than to say anything when he got like this, you were in for it once you got back home.. that’s for sure.

“fuck those shoes, we’re leaving. and as soon as we get in the car i want them shorts off,”

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jubiilee13 · 6 months

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I am begging for jealous Mike either angsty or fluff

But just imagine him pouting because we are focused on Abby and he wants our attention

But angst hes suddenly back to when the house was hollow and his parents barely uttered a word to him

YEA YEA YEA YEA NOW WERE TALKING OMG

this literally made me emotional writing it my poor pookie bear hes so wifey he doesnt deserve that

this is not proof read so it may be a bit ass so sorry

love you anon 😍

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It was summer break for Abby, and by this point you and Mike had been dating for a few months.

Mike was… clingy to say the very least.

Not that you minded of course, you thought it was quite cute when he clung to your side at every oppurtunity.

It did interfere at times however...

Now was one of those times.

You sat beside abby at her desk, listening carefully as she explained each little bit of her drawing which was currently in progress.

A gentle smile formed on your lips, and you watched her carefully, your hand combing through her hair as she works.

She continued her rambles, and you cant help but chuckle at her eagerness.

A knock on abbys door tears you from your thoughts, yet abby doesn't flinch, continuing her work as you gently pat her back, telling her you'll be back in a moment.

When you open the door, you meet mikes tired gaze, and you frown a bit, stepping out and closing the door behind you. (to ensure abby's masterpiece making isnt disturbed)

"You ok my darling?" your voice asks, concern evident in your tone.

Mike nods, but it is hesitant, and he immediately begins to ramble nervously "it-its stupid nevermind" he whispers, sounding almost embarrassed as he turns on his heel to leave.

Your gentle hand reaches out to grab his own, eyebrows furrowing with concern.

"Its not stupid, talk to me mike, im here to listen" You say, your grasp on his arm gentle, yet enough to cause him to break.

He lets out a quiet sob, and you dont hesitate to pull him into your arms.

"Hey hey hey im here mike, im here, talk to me, ive got you" you say gently, one hand combing through his hair as he cries into your shoulder.

You let him cry, leading him to the living room couch where he rests his head on your shoulder as he sniffles.

"You wanna talk about it" you mumble, still caressing his hair

He nods softly, taking a few deep breaths to compose himself before he begins to speak.

"I-i- i wasnt g-given much attention as a kid... after garret a-after all my... my mom and d-dad were too wrapped u-up in their grief to... to care... there were nights w-when i had to cook my o-own dinner... i-i i didnt even know how... but burnt food was b-better than starving. even before the w-whole garret thing, he was t-their golden child" he says, taking in another shaky breath as he continues.

"Ever... ever since i started dating y-you... i felt... i felt loved... cared for... but s-sometimes i get... scared that... one day you'll just... stop caring. I-i mean you love abby s-so much- and i d-do too dont get m-me wrong... its s-stupid i know but s-some days i get scared abby w-will be just like garret... and you'll leave me like they did" he whispers, a bit embarassed by his jealousy of his younger sister.

Your face softens, and you pull away to cup his face with your gentle hands.

"Your problems are not stupid, and i love you so much mike, more than i think words can even portray, i will never, and i mean NEVER stop caring about you, you are my sun, moon, and stars, you know that?" you say gently, a smile on your face as you wipe any stray tears that escape his beautiful eyes.

"Im sorry it seems like ive been neglecting you for abby, that girl is just the sweetest and shes like a daughter to me, but never will i ever stop caring for you over her" you say eyes never leaving his own

he sniffles again, and another wave of tears takes over him as he engulfs you in his arms now, body shaking as you comfort him.

The two of you would be ok

It takes time to heal, but deep down mike knew that he had found a keeper, and he wouldnt want to heal with anyone else but you

#mike schmidt #michael afton x reader #mike schimdt x reader #michael afton

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cat3ch1sm · 6 months

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🕸️~ yes yes ive been gone again and ignoring you guys blah blah blah im very sorry 😭😭😭 but i return momentarily to drop this fic based off another one of the lovely star’s atsv headcanons. here it is below:

🕸️~ go check out their tiktok acc!! she’s a lovely and talented writer and awesome person and i was so excited to publish this one :)) it is super long tho so just be aware loll 😭😭 there isn’t nearly enough Margo writing for my liking tbh n idc if she was only on screen for three minutes

enjoy!! also yes yes i do intend to get to all of your requests for a Christmas present.

𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐛𝐲𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

It had been a short time since Miles’ escape from the Spider-Society, and things were in shambles. There had been countless objects, rooms, and technology destroyed during the massive chase, many of which would definitely take weeks, maybe months, to repair. There were constantly maintenance robots and machines, that had previously hardly ever made appearances, zipping around the headquarters doing their best to clean up the residue of the chaos.

However, it wasn’t just the building itself that was in disorder- dozens and dozens of Spider-People had resigned after the chase. Most left because they didn’t agree with Miguel’s way of dealing with Miles. Others had disagreements with other Spider-People, on both sides: those who chased Miles and those who didn’t. Many left simply because they didn’t want to deal with the chaos and how quickly the Society had been devolving since the event. Nothing was organized or stable; tensions were high. There was a painfully obvious shift in the atmosphere; something was brewing beneath the surface.

But even amidst the mayhem, Spider-Byte had remained calm. She had been one of the few at the Spider-Society who hadn’t participated in the chase, and she certainly didn’t regret it. Some had even praised her for her lack of involvement. She didn’t lose any relationships, and her technology, by far the most adept and efficient technology used in the Spider-Society, was still intact and operating. She was essentially in the eye of the hurricane, havoc raging around her, but she remained at peace.

So Margo was surprised when, as she was sitting in her workplace at headquarters updating a computer of hers, her watch went off. Startling her from her reverie, she sat up, seeing that it was a call from… Miguel?

Her eyes narrowed a little. That was unusual. Besides Jess Drew, the head of the Spider-Society rarely ever called anybody personally, and least of all any of the teenage Spider-People. Miguel was rather strict about maintaining professionalism, so he usually had LYLA appear as a hologram to whoever he wanted to contact with his message. But no, it was his contact on the small screen of the watch.

Margo, still frowning a little, picked up the call.

“Hello-“

“Spider-Byte. I want you in my office. Now.” And Miguel’s tiny hologram vanished.

“What-“ Margo was both stunned and slightly peeved. She hadn’t even gotten out a greeting. But she knew better than to go against Miguel’s orders. The man had always been intimidating and uptight, and very work-oriented, but these past few days he seemed more distant than ever. He was scarcely seen around headquarters anymore, as he spent much of his time searching for Miles, and on the rare occasions he did make an appearance, he was downright unapproachable- his face contorted into a deeper frown than ever and his eyes were lined with dark circles and bags. Some days it felt like he wasn’t all there.

Margo glanced over at the computer she’d been working on and stood up from her chair. Gradually her slight annoyance at being interrupted so rudely during her work began to dissipate; presently she began to feel a little apprehensive as her luminescent blue avatar maneuvered itself smoothly through the halls. Miguel had not sounded at all pleased on the call, which was rare- although Miguel was not exactly amicable most of the time anyway, she was one of the few people he would be patient with because she was such an asset to the Society.

She phased through walls and skillfully avoided obstacles, digitally extending the limbs of her avatar and swinging from the ceilings as she made her way to Miguel’s office, moving quickly. It wasn’t long before Margo brought herself to the ground in the dimly lit area where Miguel stayed- sure enough, there he was, on the platform above her standing in front of his arsenal of screens.

He didn’t say anything as the platform that was his workspace slowly lowered itself down to the ground, and Margo stood there and waited awkwardly for it to come down- this always took a painfully long time. As Miguel got closer, though, Margo could see Lyla’s small yellow hologram beside Miguel, hovering just above his shoulder with an uncharacteristically uneasy look on her face. Margo glanced at her, brow furrowing, but neither said anything.

Now Miguel finally reached the ground. He turned around to face the girl with a dark expression, and she didn’t even have time to feel alarmed before he started in on her. “Did you let Miles get away?”

The question sent a jolt through Margo’s body, and she immediately went on the defensive. “‘Did I let Miles get away?’ How would I even have done that? I wasn’t even involved in that whole chase,” she protested.

“And why is that, I wonder?” Miguel countered demandingly, taking a single step forward but prompting Margo to take several steps back. “Did I not tell all of the Spider-People to go after him?” His voice was a low, menacing tone, and his body looked stiff and tense, as if he was trying to contain himself.

Margo momentarily found herself at a loss, and she scrambled to come up with some sort of explanation. “I was already taking care of something else,” she countered. “You know how my Go-Home machine been… acting up lately.”

“Really?” It didn’t sound as much like a question than it did an accusation. “The same Go-Home machine that conveniently worked when Miles escaped from this dimension?!” With every word his volume increased and so did his anger, and Margo noticeably winced. But still she had to defend herself somehow.

“The machine activated itself. I- I don’t know what happened,” Margo retorted, throwing her arms in the air.

“I can vouch for that one,” Lyla interjected, disappearing from Miguel’s shoulder and reappearing in between Margo and Miguel, like she was trying to break up a fight. “She wasn’t the one that did that. The machine was pressing its own buttons and going all crazy. We both tried to stop it, but it’s obviously very difficult to stop that thing when it gets going.” Lyla didn’t sound too happy, and Margo didn’t know whether it was because of her or Miguel.

Miguel cast his eyes at Lyla in such a beseeching manner that she glitched over back to his side and said nothing else, her expression tight and tense with displeasure. He directed his glare back at Margo, who met it with almost equal intensity and defiance. Despite this, his tone was slightly calmer when he spoke again, but still anger bubbled beneath the surface.

“Alright. You insist on playing that card? Fine.” Miguel turned around, then again, a huffy sigh that was more of a groan leaving him as he paced, a clear indication of his agitation. “Do you remember, Margo, something that happened a few weeks ago?” Margo tilted her head in mild confusion and frowned, prompting Miguel to explain further. “Peter. Peter B., the numbskull who runs around with a pink bathrobe and a baby. He brought her to headquarters like he usually does. I don’t know how, but somehow it happened that Mayday got away from him. And one way or another, she wound up in that Go-Home machine.”

Margo’s expression became a little less puzzled and she nodded as she remembered the incident, but still she wasn’t sure what he was getting at. Nonetheless, she said nothing and let him continue.

“Yeah. Peter was an idiot to give her a web-shooter.” Miguel’s tone was scornful. “Before he could make it to Mayday, the machine started activating after scanning her DNA and determining what dimension to send her back to. It was more than halfway through the process, and the machine was moments away from throwing the baby full force into her home dimension, but you realized what was going on. Luckily, you raced over and were able to stop the machine right before it sent her away.” Miguel’s voice grew slightly lower, and again he advanced towards Margo. “Peter ran over, got the kid, and thanked you I don’t know how many times. That was when you explained to him that there was one function of the machine that could stop it quickly no matter what stage of the process it was in. You showed it to him and said to keep it in mind if anything like this happened again.”

This time, Margo didn’t even notice how close Miguel had gotten, his looming height towering over her. Her eyes were lowered to the ground, her expression gone flat. She knew exactly what Miguel was getting at now.

“That machine was just fine.”

The tension in the room was so thick one could have cut it with a knife. You could hear a pin drop in the icy silence.

Miguel continued on, his tone dry. “And I saw you. You probably didn’t think I did, since I was obviously occupied with the anomaly. But the good thing about being a Spider-Person is that your senses are enhanced. You’re aware of more than one thing at once. And I saw him look at you. I saw you meet his eyes.”

Margo had nothing to say. Her heart had dropped to the pit of her stomach. She felt her breath escape her the more he went on. She pressed her lips together and averted her eyes.

“I know you could have stopped him. But you didn’t.”

Margo was unmoving. Every muscle in her body was tense. She was found out. And she didn’t know yet what the consequences of that would be, but she figured she wouldn’t take them without a fight.

Her expression hardened, and she abruptly looked up. And honestly, it took a lot for her not to automatically look back down; Miguel’s countenance was so formidable. But she pressed on, and without thinking as much as she probably should have, Margo retorted:

“And what would you have done if I hadn’t let him go?!” Her own tone startled her, she was usually laidback and really didn’t argue with people; but that by no means meant that she couldn’t stand up for herself or her beliefs. Her eyes were wide with passion and frustration as she met Miguel’s glare.

“I would have contained the anomaly!” Miguel snapped. His tone wasn’t calm anymore.

“You would have hurt him,” Margo shot back.

“I gave Miles every last opportunity to come with me peacefully. I gave him the courtesy of carefully explaining to him what was going to happen to his father and why. Did anyone else get that privilege? Did you get that privilege?”

That last question abruptly sent a sharp pain through Margo’s chest somehow, despite her virtual form. Miguel noticed her grimace, and instantly jumped on it.

“No. No, you didn’t. Everybody else had to sit there and let that happen. That kid should be thankful. And yet he still decided to make things hard for himself. I had no choice.”

Somehow, Margo felt like she was pleading more than arguing at this point. “He was bleeding when he looked at me!”

Miguel’s face was eerily cold when she said that; not a hint of remorse could be seen on his face. “There are consequences to disobedience. Just like there are consequences to defying the canon.”

“That- that doesn’t even have anything to do with it!” She could feel her composure slipping away. “That’s exactly why I couldn’t let him go. If the canon is really so final, he’ll find that out for himself. He’ll either lose his dad or his whole dimension. Does that make you happy now?”

Miguel threw his arms in the air in exasperation and annoyance. “Fine. You let him go. That was the right thing to do according to you? Because you’re so worried about what I would do to him?” Something in his tone was terribly condescending. “Now he’ll go and save his dad, like he wanted to. That’s great, right? That’s what you want? Now a whole dimension is going to pay for his actions. Which is the opposite of what this entire Society was even formed for.” He turned around and leaned over onto his desk, dropping his head into his hands in frustration.

Margo looked at Miguel’s slumped form with stone defiance. “I couldn’t let you hurt him. I’m sorry.”

Miguel had stood back up. His face was less angry. But he looked cold and remote as he stared down at the girl. There was a long, uncomfortable silence.

Finally Miguel spoke again. His tone was more controlled, and he wasn’t yelling like he was before. He let out a sigh. “Give me your watch.”

Margo started. “What?”

Miguel didn’t repeat himself. He simply held out his hand.

Margo’s eyes widened, and she felt her heart start beating a mile a minute. “My- my watch-? But- what-“

Miguel held up a hand to stop her, blowing air from his lips in an exasperated sigh. “Relax. I’m- I’m not kicking you out. You’re too much of an asset.” His expression hardened. “And you’re lucky I’m not. It is in no way your place to argue with me the way you just did, especially about that.”

Margo dropped her head to allow herself a brief eye roll.

“But you are on probation. I’m locking your watch for a week.”

Margo knew she should probably be grateful that that was the only consequence she was getting, but nevertheless a bitter taste came into her mouth, and she frowned. “Locking?”

“You won’t be able to travel between dimensions or contact anybody from the Spider-Society besides me. Additionally, when your watch is locked, you’ll start glitching again.”

“Go home,” Miguel continued in a stern tone of voice. “When your probation is up, I’ll have Lyla unlock your watch for you.” Again he extended his hand, and not having any more energy to protest, Margo took the watch off her wrist with a ferocity she hadn’t intended, and placed it in Miguel’s open hand.

Miguel took the watch. “Lyla. You know what to do.”

Lyla, who had vanished during Margo and Miguel’s argument, reappeared in a flash of yellow at Miguel’s side. “Working on it… alright. The watch is locked.” She cast an apologetic look at Margo, but Margo averted her eyes.

Miguel loosely tossed the watch back to her, and Margo took it and slowly put it back on her wrist. Miguel gave her one last long, unreadable look, and turned around with another heavy sigh. He said nothing else, and Margo left feeling somewhat heavy.

She had just made it back to her work area when the glitching started. That was something she hadn’t dealt with in a while- she’d forgotten what the consequences of being in another dimension without the watch were, especially in her virtual form. As a result, the pain was fresher than ever, and when she fell to the ground she just stayed there for a moment, even after the glitching stopped.

“You always want to start some sort of argument with me!”

“Because you don’t listen…”

Margo rolled over in her bed and pulled the pillow down even more tightly over her ears. Without the watch’s functions she could no longer escape the constant, incessant fighting of her parents. God, she wished they’d just get a divorce already.

Home, sweet home.

It had been several hours since Miguel had made Margo go home, and she already knew this week would feel more like a century. Her head was already pounding because of the shouting of her mother and father. She had tried to play video games for a little while, but she quickly became bored, and then she’d tried to just go to sleep and look where that ended up.

Despite all this, Margo didn’t regret what she had done for Miles. Maybe she should have, because she did respect Miguel and she knew she had a duty to the Spider-Society. But all of that had vanished the second he made eye contact with her- his shiny eyes wide with desperation; he said nothing but she could hear him pleading. And the way Miguel had been almost animalistic when he was tearing at the containment field blocking him from Miles, eyes bloodshot and fangs bared. Even from the distance she was at, Margo could see the bruises on Miles’ skin, the blood running down, and the jagged tears in his suit undoubtedly made by Miguel’s talons. She knew she had done the right thing by letting him escape. It chilled her to think what would have happened if she hadn’t.

Margo must have fallen asleep at some point eventually because when she awoke, it was dark outside and she could no longer hear her parents screaming. She blinked back sleep and groggily surveyed her surroundings- her monitor was still running, her game idle, the low hum of all the devices and gadgets in the room droning on, and-

“Lyla!”

Margo sat up with a start, jolting with surprise. Before her, hovering at the foot of her bed, was Lyla’s little yellow hologram.

Lyla glanced up at Margo nonchalantly, like this was just something she did every day. She teleported in front of Margo’s face, and the girl backed away slightly. “Hey.”

Margo was half-asleep and still totally confused. “Lyla? But- what you- does Miguel know you-“

Lyla waved Margo off, blowing a strand of pixelated hair from her face. “Let me see your watch.”

Margo frowned. “Why? It’s useless.”

“Just give it to me.”

Blinking, Margo slipped the watch from her wrist and placed it before Lyla. She didn’t exactly know what Lyla was doing as the AI murmured to herself, teleporting several different times around the watch, but suddenly the formerly darkened device had lit up again, a chime sounding from it as its screen lit up.

Lyla nodded, more to herself than Margo. “Your watch is unlocked.”

“It’s- what?” Margo looked disbelievingly from Lyla to the glowing watch, then back at Lyla. Wordlessly she took it, fiddling with its functions; it was fully restored. Questioningly she glanced up at Lyla, who held up a hand before she could say anything.

“Obviously you can’t just show up at the Society or Miguel will notice you, so I’m not sure how useful this thing will be till your probation is up. But you’ll be able to contact other Spider-People, and travel to other dimensions again without glitching. Clearly you’ve been thinking about that Miles guy, so I guess you’ll be wanting to look for him.”

Margo laughed a little sheepishly. “Yeah. Thanks.”

“Oh, yeah- um. Miguel doesn’t know I came here, so it’d be great if you didn’t tell him I was here.” Lyla gave Margo a slightly mischievous smirk.

Margo nodded, a slow smile spreading across her face. “You got it.”

“Great! See you around.” Lyla gave her a brief wave before vanishing.

Margo stared at the empty space Lyla had left for a moment with the ghost of a smile on her face. After her argument with Miguel and her punishment she hadn’t felt good at all about the whole situation with Miles, but now she was thinking that perhaps she wasn’t as alone as she had thought.

Her smile grew bigger as she sat up and took the watch, slapping it onto her wrist.

There was a job to do.

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nightghoul381 · 10 months

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*KICKS DOWN THE DOOR TO YOUR ASK BOX*

HI ITS ME IM THE PROBLEM ITS ME

okay okay okay so SO SO FLUFFY SILVIO IDEAS i have a lot it was very hard to select one so i kinda combined a few ideas into a general THIS KINDA THING

UHM BUT BUT

how about something suuuuper soft with some dancing and cuddles and and and just something so sweet and fluffy like a big ball of candy floss... maybe mc gets a lil drunk so she's freer with her feelings and gets VERY SOFT AND SAPPY ON HIM

ahhhhhhhh (/▽＼*)｡o○♡

ahh i feel like a hyper lil puppy GJOEGOHREGHJO heehehehheehheheeheheheh

Here you go love! Fluffy Silvio just for you 😊😊😊 I hope you like it!!

Silvio POV x Reader Fluff WC~ 1k

Ahh, damn it. I knew I shoulda been keeping a closer eye on you. I swear I leave you alone for one second and you’re so drunk I can hear your laugh from across the room.

Sweeping my gaze through the crowd, I finally see you, surrounded by some of the noblewomen you’ve befriended since coming with me to Benitoite. Your cheeks are so pink and the smile on your face so genuinely happy I have to fight back the jealousy that starts clawing its way out.

You turn your face and meet my eyes and somehow your expression seems to light up even more. I don’t even try to hide the satisfied smirk that comes to my face, knowing I make you so much happier than anyone else feels amazing.

We meet up in the middle of the room and you’re nearly bouncing with excitement.

“My wonderful Prince, love of my life, guardian of my heart!” You exclaim, grabbing my hand and holding it to your heart.

I jerk my hand away, blushing furiously. As I struggle to calm myself I feel you clutching my arm and pressing a kiss to my shoulder.

“Ack! don’t do that. You’re gonna get lipstick all over my clothes.” I grumble. I’m not really that upset and you’re completely unbothered as you start twirling around, dress flaring from your hips.

“Can we dance? Please?” You plead, looking up at me with those damned gorgeous eyes. I can’t say no to you under normal circumstances, but when you’re like this I just want to keep that child-like joy on your face. You’re too fuckin’ cute for your own good.

“Yeah, we can dance.”

I barely have a chance to react as you throw yourself into my arms, giggling happily. You reach up tugging my shoulders down and press a kiss to my lips.

Ah, shit… Everyone can see us! I try to pull back gently but your grip is ridiculous tonight and you keep working your lips against mine, letting you tongue dart out here and there, knowing how flustered it makes me. My face is getting hot, really hot, I gotta put a stop to this. I end up grabbing your wrists, freeing myself from the onslaught and pulling you behind me.

I ain’t riskin’ you pulling that kind of stunt again. I march us right back to my room and don’t release you until the door is closed behind me.

Turning to face you, my heart drops. You’re sat on the floor, looking so dejected and upset and… damn it.

“Why’re you so sad looking? You’re the one who attacked me in front of all those people.” I huff, trying to figure out why you’d be reacting this way.

“But you said we could dance.”

Your voice is quiet, but I can still tell you were letting yourself get choked up over the disappointment.

Letting out a sigh, I drop to my knees beside you. You start to turn toward me but end up hitting me in the face with your hair as you whip your head the other way. You’re mad now, great…

“Can you at least look at me when I’m tryin’ to make ya feel better?” I mumble, reaching out, gently cupping your cheek with my hand and putting just enough pressure to get you to finally look my way.

I nearly burst out laughing as I catch sight of your grumpy expression, but I just barely manage to keep it in. You’d be so mad if I started laughing, but you’re so goddamn adorable I can’t stop the smile that springs to my lips.

“That’s better. I wanted to tell ya that just because we ain’t at the party anymore doesn’t mean we can’t still dance. If we go out on the balcony, you can still hear the music and everything.” I offer, but you still don’t seem entirely convinced so I add, “This way I don’t have to stop ya kissin’ or touchin’ me or whatever…”

Then I see your face morph into a victorious smirk.

“Haha, I’ve got permission now!” You cheer, jumping up and throwing your arms around me.

“Gahh! You little shit! Were you playin’ me this whole time?!”

“Like a fiddle,” you snicker into my ear, peppering my face with kisses.

You wanna play that game? Count me in. I sweep my arm under your legs, rising to my feet and carrying you out onto the balcony.

“I meant you don’t have to stop while we’re dancing. So, you only have permission while we’re dancin’, got it?” I state, setting you down and fixing you with a challenging stare.

The playful look on your face remains as you once again launch yourself at me, locking your arms around my neck.

“Dance with me, Silvio.”

I place my hands on your waist, yours on my arms. In no time we’re swaying in time to the distant music, my forehead pressed against yours. Everything seems to fall away as you rise to your toes and press the sweetest kiss to my lips.

Your eyes are filled with so much love as you pull back it’s almost dizzying. Never before has anyone shown me even a fraction of the love you’ve given me, and you just keep showing me more.

“I love you so much, Silvio. You make me feel so special, so important. I see you and my day becomes so much better just having you there. I can’t believe how incredibly lucky I am that you love me. You mean the world to me.

Affection swells in my chest to the point it almost hurts. When did you end up getting me this wrapped around your finger? I pull you close, burying my face in your hair, breathing in your comforting scent. Honestly, I don’t know if I’ve ever been happier in my life. I feel your arms come around my back, hugging me, and I feel like my heart may explode.

“You’re my world.”

The whisper leaves my lips involuntarily, surprising me almost as much as it surprises you. You lift your head to look up at me, eyes brimming with tears.

My eyes widen and I look away, willing my face to remain free of the heat that I know is dusting my cheeks.

Without a word, you press yourself against my chest, hugging me even tighter.

“You’re my world too.”

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen prince fanfiction #silvio ricci #ikepri silvio #ikemen prince silvio #silvio x reader #ikemen silvio

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 1 year

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Ok here’s a request (u don’t have to do it if u don’t have time).

Relationship: Jesse/Becky/reader(or original character)

The reader has been keeping a secret from their partners Jesse and Becky, they had an abusive parent. They only find out bc of a fight or something when the reader experiences some ptsd/anxiety symptoms. This results in fluffy hurt comfort.

(I totally understand if this is to much to write bc of the subject matter, so if u can’t because of personal reasons I get it.)

Thanks!

For The Better

Fandom: Full House

Pairing: Jesse Katsopolis x Becky Donaldson x Female Reader

Characters: Jesse Katsopolis, Rebecca Donaldson, Female Reader, Nicky Katsopolis, Alex Katsopolis

Word Count: 2319 // Rating: Mature

Summary: Jesse does something he regrets

Tags/ Warnings: Child abuse, Hitting, Spanking, Trauma, Childhood Trauma, Arguing, Hurt, Comfort, Angst, Bad Behaviour, Naughty Children, PTSD, Anxiety, Crying, Guilt, Request, Requested Fic, Polyamory, Throuple, Co-Parenting

Notes: I am working slowly through all my requests. I'm not into many of them atm because im focused on my Elvis stuff [Jesse would be 100% on board with this i feel]

Hope this is okay.

‘Nicky, Alex stop!’ Jesse said as his sons darted around him. He was trying to work, to lay down new material, but he couldn't as his two rambunctious boys were determined to get under his feet. It had been like this all morning. Y/N had taken the girls to school whilst Becky was at work leaving him with no choice but to keep the boys in the basement with him as they worked on their new tracks.

‘Jess man,’ Steve sighed from behind his drumkit. The twins had darted away from their father and were now interested in hammering on the cymbals and giggling at the noise they made.

‘Boys!’ Jesse said lurching forward to collar them both and pull them away. He took his guitar off with his free hand and then bent down in front of them trying not to crack as they looked at him with those adoring eyes, ‘you need to behave now. I mean it. I don't want to have to punish you okay?’

‘Okay daddy,’ they said in unison. Jesse nodded and led them back to their small desk which was set up with a painting station in an attempt to keep them quiet, something that had not happened thus far. They sat down and started engaging which made Jesse heave a sigh of relief before he turned back to the guys and gestured for them to start playing again. As he took to the mic once more he finally started to relax.’

‘Well her love doesn't come along until midnight,

And her passion rages on until the daylight-’

‘Jess?’ came a call from the stairs interrupting his singing. The band groaned and he groaned along with them just as Y/N appeared at the bottom of the stairs. She smiled at him and said, ‘hey, sorry to interrupt I thought I’d come and take the boys off your hands.’

‘Well thanks,’ Jesse said as she sidled up to him, her hands resting on his chest, ‘didn't you see the on-air sign though?’

‘I must've missed it,’ she said, ‘sorry baby.’

‘It’s fine,’ Jesse said tightly making Y/N’s brow furrow.

‘Is this a problem? I mean it was a genuine mistake,’ Y/N said feeling uncomfortable. He was mad. She could tell.

‘You know better though,’ he said, ‘I mean you had to know I was recording down here.’

‘I did but I didn't think it was a big deal, Jess. I’m sorry okay,’ she said.

‘It's just between you and the boys we haven't gotten anything done,’ Jesse sighed exasperatedly.

‘Well, that's what it's like when you have kids,’ she said.

‘You don't think I know that?’ Jesse said, ‘I mean, wait where are they?’

Jesse and Y/N’s heads whipped around looking for the tykes who were no longer at their assigned station. As he turned around he spotted two pairs of shoes sticking out from under his mixing table and headed towards it. Behind his desk were Nicky and Alex, tape in hand, unspooling masses and masses of black onto the floor around them.

‘What the hell?!’ Jesse said. It was their current tape. The only thing they had managed to record the entire morning was now lost and unspooled all around his troublemakers.

‘Look daddy,’ Nicky said offering up his now useless tape.

‘What did you do!? I told you to behave!’

‘Jess it's okay we can sort it,’ Y/N said from behind.

‘Can we?!’ he asked, ‘they don't listen Y/N! They run around and they make noise. They break things and terrorise anyone in the room. We can’t fix it! They don't listen to anything.’

‘So what do you suppose we do?’ she asked.

‘I know,’ Jesse said and before waiting for her to reply he yanked Nicky and Alex out from the desk and stood them in front of him, ‘now I told you you had to behave and you didn't listen to me. So I’m sorry but I have to do this okay?’

And before Y/N could speak he spun them both around and placed two harsh spanks across each of their behinds. The twins didn't speak as he whipped them around, looking at him wide-eyed, ‘now I’m sorry it came to that but you boys understand right? You need to listen.’

‘Okay daddy,’ they said in a distinctly less jovial tone than before.

‘Jess,’ Y/N said in barely more than a whisper. She couldn't believe what she had just whispered. All of a sudden memories cascaded in her brain like fireworks bringing with them pain and anguish. She couldn't think. Her body was in overdrive, there was ringing in her ears and sweat pumping off of her as she looked at the twins' hurt faces. Jesse looked up at her, clocking her blank face and offering one of worry from him but she couldn't say anything. Before he could question her she grabbed the twins and darted upstairs.

She could hear him calling her but she couldn't stop. She needed to get out of there. She needed to protect them. She bolted upstairs, ignoring the tears that were now running down her face or the distressed cries from the boys as they asked her what was the matter. Once in the attic, she got them in their room, pushing their changing table up against the door.

She collapsed against the opposite wall, trying to push out the echoes of shouting and the feel of red welts on her skin that weren't even there.

‘What's the matter, mommy?’ Nicky asked coming to sit in her crossed lap.

‘Nothing baby,’ she sniffled pulling him in close and then Alex who was determined not to be left out in too, ‘it's fine. We’re safe.’

‘Y/N?’ she heard Jesse say, as he called her name again his voice got closer until she heard the rattle of the door handle from across the room. Her heart was thudding in her chest. It was a sound she had heard a million times before. Someone determined to get inside, to get to her when she didn't want them to. She couldn't let him in. She needed to protect her boys.

‘Y/N why is the door locked?’ he asked, ‘baby-’

‘Go away,’ she said and though it was faint he heard it.

‘Y/N what's going on?’

‘Go away Jess,’ she sniffled.

‘Y/N-’

‘Go away!’

She heard movement outside the door as Jesse rested against it. He was confused. He didn't know what had happened. In the span of two minutes, he had gone from a loving father to a man who hits his children. He knew he’d messed up. Spanking was never something he thought he would ever do but he had lost sight of himself. Everything had been so full on. The noise, the running around, the interruptions and finally the tape. He had lost it. And he instantly regretted it, even more so when he looked up and found Y/N’s horrified face watching him before she bolted from the room kids in two. Now she wasnt coming out. Was she scared of him?

Pain rippled through him at the thought. He needed to see her. He needed her to come out so he could apologise. So he could beg for her forgiveness and tell the boys how much he was sorry.

But he couldn't force his way in. He needed help. He needed Becky.

✵✵✵

‘Jess just tell me what’s going on,’ Becky said as they climbed the stairs to the attic.

‘You'll find out soon enough,’ Jesse said as they entered their living room. Jesse gestured to the twins' room and then went to sit on their bed waiting with bated breath that this would work. Becky watched him confused before she headed to the door and tried to open it frowning when it wouldn't budge.

‘Y/N?’ she asked gently.

‘Beck?’ she heard a sniffle come from the other side of the door.

‘It’s me,’ Becky said, ‘can I come in?’

‘I can't open the door Beck,’ she said, ‘I can't-’

‘Why not?’ Becky asked.

‘I’m scared,’ she said, ‘and I keep telling myself Im overreacting but I can't get up. It's like I'm glued to the floor.’

‘Jesus, what happened?’ Becky said incredulously looking at Jesse for answers but couldn't bring himself to say anything and instead hung his head in shame.

‘Mommy?’ Nicky said excitedly.

‘It's me, baby,’ Becky said, ‘Y/N you need to come out.’

Beck-’

‘Think of the boys,’ she said, ‘I mean you can't keep them in there forever-’

‘They're safe in here,’ Y/N reasoned.

‘And they're safe out here too,’ Becky reasoned, ‘why wouldn't they be?’

‘Jesse hit them,’ Y/N said making Becky’s eyes go wild.

‘What?’ she said, ‘is this true?’

‘Beck I’m sorry,’ he said, ‘I didn’t mean to.’

Becky watched him for a moment, hurt written all over her face before she retained her composure and she looked back at the door.

‘Y/N, sweetheart, I know what he did was wrong but you have to come out. We have to talk about this. You can't keep the boys locked up forever honey. Please? Come out?’ she said. Y/N didn't reply but there was distinct movement behind the door and the next time Becky tried the handle it clicked open without issue. The boys flocked to her as she opened it, clinging onto a leg each as thas stroked their hair and then asked them to go and play. They ran into the living room resuming the leftover jigsaw that they had insisted on getting out at three am that morning.

Becky walked into their room ad slid down beside Y/N on the floor as Jesse leaned against the wall watching them shamefully.

‘Can someone tell me what happened?’ Becky asked, moving a strand of hair off of Y/N’s face as she sniffled.

‘Jesse spanked the boys,’ Y/N said.

‘Jess?’ Becky asked looking at her husband with the hope that it wasnt true.

‘I’m sorry okay? I don't know what came over me. They were getting into all sorts, they wouldn't sit still, we got no work done and then they ruined the tape we’d been working on all morning and I don't know. I just lost it,’ he said.

‘So you hit them?’ Becky asked with disbelief.

‘I’m not proud of it Beck,’ he said, ‘and I’ll never do it again I swear.’

‘That's what he said,’ Y/N said with a scoff that made both pairs of eyes fall on her.

‘Who?’ Becky asked confused.

‘My dad,’ she said shakily, ‘every time he used to hit me. Every time he’d march into my room finding the littlest thing to lose it at me over. He'd always say that that was the last time. That he never do it again.’

‘I never knew that about your dad,’ Bekcy said.

‘I never talk about it,’ Y/N admitted, ‘I never needed to. I mean I thought I’d gotten rid of that shit but seeing Jess, I mean the boys’ faces just brought it all back.

‘Y/N you have to believe me when I say I couldn't feel worse right now. I know it was wrong. And believe me, I never want to feel this way again. I never want to upset you or the boys like this again.’

‘How can I trust that?’ she sniffled, ‘I mean I never thought you would-’

‘I mean it,’ Jesse said, ‘you two and the boys are my everything. You have to believe me.’

He came to kneel in front of them then. His hands were on theirs and he looked at them pleadingly. She looked at him for a second, her heart aching at the thought of his actions.

‘Jess is right,’ Becky said, ‘I mean I don't condone what he did in any way shape or form but it was a momentary lapse. I believe that don't you?’

‘And if he gets angry again? If the twins do something like today again?’ Y/N asked.

‘Like I said. Nothing they could ever do would make me want to feel this feeling again. It's the worst feeling in the world,’ he said.

‘Yeah,’ Becky said, ‘and I’m sure Jess doesn't expect forgiveness right away right aby?’

‘Whatever it takes for you and the boys to forgive me I’ll do,’ Jesse nodded. Y/N seemed to deliberate on that point for a moment before she nodded gently.

‘And maybe we can talk about it a bit more?’ Becky said, ‘I mean we all have our own ideas about parenting and I know we discuss stuff but it's usually as it happening to us. Maybe it would be good if we talked a little more. That way when situations come up we’ll know how the others feel about it.’

‘Yeah, I mean I had no idea about your dad,’ Jesse said, moving to sit beside her.

‘I’ve not felt those feelings in a long time,’ she admitted looking up at him, her eyes red-rimmed from crying which broke his heart all over again.

‘I’m sorry it was me who made you feel that way,’ he said.

‘Well I suppose it's better you’re trying to make up for it,’ she said with a weak smile, ‘he never even acknowledged it happened. A quick mumbled apology and then he’d be right back to where we started.’

‘Well then at least we’re making changes right?’ Becky said.

‘For the better,’ Y/N said, leaning in so Jesse could wrap an arm around them both.

‘For the better,’ he agreed.

He didn't feel entirely better about himself and he was sure Y/N didn't either but they were right. What had happened in the past didn't matter as long as they tackled the here and now. And more importantly together.

#my writing #for the better #jesse katsopolis fic #jesse katsopolis #uncle jesse #jesse katsopolis x reader #becky donaldson #full house #full house fic

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slamminslamminmcgill · 1 year

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Man you had me reading through all those prompts, Jimmy with “did I stutter, do as your told” makes my brain go WILD trust I will be back suggesting some more 🥴

-🦇

HEHEHEHEHE >:33

ik you said jimmy but im goin saul bc it suits him more mwah

Another day at the office of Saul Goodman and Associates. Honestly, “and Associates” was generous. Even though you were just a paralegal, it seemed like you were the only one around here who did any actual work. You were looking over documents for a case, while Saul kicked back and relaxed at his desk. He must have gotten bored, because out of nowhere he blurted out.

“I want a blowjob.”

You rolled your eyes. Sure, you two had fooled around in his office on multiple occasions, but you weren’t indulging him this time. There was too much going on today, and he was distracting you. You didn’t look up from the file. “You know this client’s gonna be here in 10 minutes, right?”

Without missing a beat, he rebutted “So you better get me off in 9.”

You dropped the paper on your lap, and rolled your head in his direction to give him an incredulous look. “Are you serious?”

“Did I stutter?” Saul sat upright in his chair and scooted back, making room for you under the desk. “You’re on the clock. You work for me. Now get over here, get on your knees, and do as you’re told.”

You groaned, slapped the case file on the coffee table, and stood up. Part of you thought about dragging this out and leaving him blue-balled when the client came in, but you knew his game. He’d either make the client wait, or he’d keep you under the desk during the appointment. He’d get what he wanted. You trudged over to him and crawled under his desk, glaring up at him as you undid his belt.

“That’s my boy.” Saul beamed and ruffled your hair while you pulled his cock out, “And would it kill ya to smile every once in a while?”

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tickly-trashcan · 1 year

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hey guys haha i have a kind of announcement thingy... it is not sunshine and rainbows unfortunately orz

(there will be a tl;dr at the end if yall dont wanna read all my random thoughts lol)

i am going to just be completely honest. i don't really want to write anymore. at least not on this blog...

i know that i have requests but i really have been struggling with... everything!! i just graduated and that was like a punch in the face because everything that i've been feeling for months really became... real??? like i thought i had just been hallucinating all the really bad feelings but it was real!!!

i've been lacking motivation with writing, and every time ive sat down to write i feel bad and terrible and it really is an awful feeling and i'm sick of it... and even when im not writing my silly goof tickle fics those feelings somehow creep into my brain and it's been making it really hard for me to write anything that ive enjoyed.

so... i think what im trying to say... is that i'm going to stop writing for this blog. it isn't because of anyone, i think that its just because ive been doing it for so long that it's become a genuine stresser for me, and i think that by separating myself from this blog, it'll be much easier for me to... exist!

i could go into a LOT more details about how ive been feeling but i really dont want to go too crazy since i am... on the internet lolol but i think that it would be better for me to not write anymore.

so what does this mean for this blog???

i'm not going to be deactivating this blog, and i'll make sure that all my links and such are up to date before i officially leave. I'm not going to like... sign out, and i'll still be active every now and then, but if you'd like to get my discord for any contact, please let me know! i'm not super active on discord right now either though, so please be aware of that lol

this blog is essentially going to be an archive. i'll go through my masterlists and update all of my other important posts, but otherwise, there probably won't be any new content from me.

I probably won't be active on ao3 either, but if you'd like to give my old works a peek as well, you're more than welcome. the link is right here if you're interested!

there's still some stuff that i'm working out as well in my personal life and in cleaning up some loose ends on this blog, so if i take a little bit in responding to anyone, that's why. i'm sorry this is kind of a bleak little post, but i really can't do it anymore.

to everyone who sent in a request in the last round of prompts, thank you so much because it really did make me excited, but i'm not going to be able to complete them... i really appreciate every single one of you, and i hope you can forgive me orz

TL;DR

I'm really really tired and have had a lot of negative feelings for a really long time, and I think that leaving this blog in terms of writing will be best for me in the long run. There will be no more new content from me, but I might still remain active with communications if I can. I'll be updating my blog until it's good enough to leave, and then I will no longer be a content creator.

(sorry that tl;dr sounds more negative than the rest of my post LOL i'm really fine i just... i need to rip the bandaid off and just... be done)

#announcement #important #update #sorry i was really negative in this my bad

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jackass-biomancer · 2 years

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Twenty Questions

There was an intruder in the tunnels.

This time, Pyotr knew she was there because she'd texted him.

Meli, it's Pyotr. I found 7 of the roots you were looking for.

hey dude! thats fab, can i trade you some more ear pats for them? ^.^

I will trade them for a taste of your blood.

i am NOT letting you drink my blood. theyre not worth that much to me. ₤25?

200

100

ugh fine 100 it is

And the ear pats.

haha ok can i come pick them up this morning?

I can only meet you at night.

ah crap i work nights. saturday night?

Yes.

ok! see u saturday!

hey dude im here... i was going to wait outside but its started to rain so im just inside the cave

And there she was, sitting on a rock not too far in from the cave entrance. This time she sat atop a supremely shitty-looking folded blanket. Beside her sat another, and next to that her camping lantern.

Despite the fact that this time she knew he was here - and knew what he was - she’d come unarmed. Stupid.

Pyotr decided to try his luck sneaking up on her again. It couldn’t hurt to test the limits of her perception, after all. Even if he wasn’t ready to kill her just yet.

Closer he crept until he saw her relaxed posture tense to alertness.

Meli yipped in surprise and recoiled, banging her head on the cave wall as Pyotr suddenly appeared not ten meters from her, right in the middle of her field of view.

“Jesus fuck, Pyotr!” she yelped, giving herself a shake to rid the excess adrenaline, “Do you have to give me a heart attack every time we meet? Fuck!”

Pyotr cackled as she brushed dirt out of her hair, glaring at him.

“Don’t blame me if you do that and I accidentally punch your head off,” she grumbled, standing up and giving herself another shake. She slipped her hand into her pocket and pulled out a wallet, rifling through it. “D’you bring the cave roots?”

“Yeah, I brought them,” he told her, pulling a wad of tattered and suspiciously stained cloth from his pocket. He unfolded it, showing her the plants he’d gathered within.

Meli raised her lantern as she approached for a closer look.

“Nice,” she told him, “That’s them alright.”

She returned her lantern to its perch and pulled two £50 banknotes from her wallet, handing them to him and accepting the roots in exchange.

“Thanks,” she told him with a smile, “This really helps.”

“What do you want those for anyway?” he asked, curious despite himself.

“It’s an ingredient!” she chirped happily, “I’m making a potion! Well. Trying to make a potion. We’ll see how it goes.”

Pyotr blinked at her.

“I’m sorry,” he said sarcastically, “Are you some sort of alchemist?”

“Eh,” she replied, shrugging, “Kinda? A bit? I can only do simple stuff really, and it’s hard to get ingredients, but yeah.”

Pyotr peered at her suspiciously.

“What?” she asked, suddenly defensive. “I’m an alchemist like how you’re a vampire. It’s real!”

Realisation dawned on him then that this was the reason she hadn’t been more terrified or disbelieving when she’d met him - if she was aware of minor sorcery, being at least dimly aware of the existence of vampires and similar creatures wasn’t a huge stretch from there.

“And what kind of ‘potion’ are you planning on making with these roots?” he asked warily as she folded the cloth back around them.

“Heh, it’s kinda funny actually,” she told him with a wry smile as she wandered over to the cave mouth, “It’s a potion that lets you see in the dark. These kind of roots only grow in completely dark caves, and that’s what you need to make a potion that lets you find roots in completely dark caves.”

She set the cloth package down in the rain just outside the tunnel and turned back to her equipment.

“You can see really well in the dark, can’t you?” she asked as she plopped her folded blanket down on the ground and began to unfold the second one in front of it. “You have the kind of eyes for it, I think.”

Indeed, those pale, bulging eyes tracked her movements suspiciously as she bent over.

“I can see in the dark far better than you mortals can,” he told her sneeringly. Better than most nocturnal animals, in fact, but she didn’t need to know that.

Meli cast her gaze over to her lantern, and then back to him.

“Oh, are you okay with the light? I’ll turn it down if you want.”

Bright light was uncomfortable, but he could manage. The lantern wasn’t too bad as long as he didn’t look directly at it. Before he could tell her that it was fine, she was already adjusting the brightness to the lowest setting.

Probably for the best. He had her at a disadvantage if he could see and she couldn’t.

Lighting sorted out, Meli sat herself down cross-legged on the folded blanket, and patted her thigh with a grin.

And just like that, Pyotr’s embarrassment at their former meeting came rushing back. Had he really been so touch-starved that he’d laid in her lap and purred like a kitten while she stroked his ears?

Oh god, he had.

And he was strongly considering doing it again.

What was wrong with him???

“So you were serious about the ear rubs thing?” he asked carefully, trying and failing to mask his sudden and uncharacteristic bout of insecurity.

“’Course,” she replied cheerfully, “It’s fun to do. D’you not want to anymore?”

Okay. Okay. If he really thought about it, this was just her performing a service to him, the superior species. The creed of the Sabbat was to subjugate all of humanity to the Cainites, but that didn’t strictly mean food, right? They could also serve in other ways, like ear rubs or being good to talk to. So, he would just be taking his birthright as a true Sabbat.

Right. Yeah. Okay.

That, plus his dignity wasn’t exactly going strong, what with living barefoot in a cave with a bunch of idiots who spent more time fighting each other or plotting against him than furthering any cause.

And thus, casting aside worthless human notions of dignity or shame, he laid down on the blanket she’d spread out and rested her head in her lap once more.

Unbidden, a soft sigh escaped him as she ran her hands over his flesh.

“What do you get out of this?” he asked her through the soft tingly feeling creeping out from where she was touching him.

“Well, for one you are totally fascinating,” she told him happily as she worked. “I really wanted to hang out with you again. I mean, a real vampire? I’ve never met one before. This is like, I dunno, like getting to pat a lion!”

“Do not compare me to an animal, Kine.” he sneered at her, secretly pleased that she was comparing him to one of the few natural creatures humans would consider predators. Yes, a lion allowing a lamb to serve it...

“Sorry,” she said, “I didn’t mean it in a rude way. What’s a Kine? Is that like Cainite?”

“No. Kine, that’s you. Human. Mortal. I am a Cainite.”

“Oh. So you’re not mortal then? You live forever?”

“That’s correct.”

“Huh. That sounds scary.”

“Of course,” he told her smugly, gesturing languidly with one clawed hand. “Our lives are beyond your comprehension. Centuries mean nothing to Cainites, your meaningless and brief lives coming and going while we toy with you from the shadows, using you as we please.”

Her hands stopped their motions. He opened his eyes, glaring up at her from her own lap. He didn’t consider her a threat to him, exactly, she perhaps had the physical strength to challenge him but he was certain she didn’t have the state of mind to attack him, or anyone else. Soft, weak human.

“You just told me off for comparing you to an animal and now you’re being a giant racist,” she admonished him, although she didn’t seem too offended. “Human lives aren’t meaningless, but that wasn’t what I meant. It must be scary for you to live forever.”

“What?” he asked sharply, tilting his head further back to regard her fully.

“Well,” she began slowly, “I don’t know what I’d do with myself if I lived forever. I think the sort of, eighty years or so most people get is enough. It’s like, I sort of only expect to do so much, and that’s okay. It’s kind of comforting to know that no matter what I do or no matter what happens to me, it’s all only temporary. I’m supposed to end, and that’s okay too.” As she spoke she resumed running her hands up and down his ears.

“Pathetic,” he told her irritably, although he did relax again, letting his eyes drift closed.

“If you say so,” she replied, having the audacity to sound amused.

“And what do you do with your life, that’s so meaningful?” he asked disdainfully. He had no idea what compelled him to keep talking to this grinning idiot.

He absolutely refused to admit to himself that he wanted to talk with somebody who wasn’t one of his idiotic pack and/or wasn’t busy disdaining of his low status or Nosferatu appearance.

“Probly nothing meaningful by your standards,” she admitted, massaging the tips of his ears between thumbs and forefingers, “I’m a fitter. I work at the Great Yarmouth power station, making sure all their shit doesn’t break down.”

For the second time his eyes snapped open.

“You’re a fitter?” he asked incredulously.

“I get that a lot,” she told him with a grin. “Yep. Fitter. I always thought tradesmen were super cool, and it turned out machining was loads of fun, so I decided to do it for a job."

Well, that explained the steel toe capped boots. She was a tradesman. An unusual profession for a woman, but apt he supposed for one built like Shitbeard.

“Do you do much welding?” he asked, for the first time without sarcasm or superiority.

“Not on this job, we have boilermakers who do most of that, but I do from time to time. I’ve done my fair share of it before though.”

“Tell me about the last time you welded something,” he commanded.

“Uhh... oo-kayyy...” she replied, clearly taken aback by the abrupt and obscure request, “Well, we had a gauge give out on Boiler 5, and I had to get it working until a replacement came in, so we...”

Despite himself, Pyotr found himself getting more animated in his questioning and criticism as she recounted various metalwork she and her coworkers had done during her career. Finally, someone to talk shop with!

“Ack, geez dude,” grumbled Meli, shifting her legs around underneath his head. “Let me stand up and walk around a bit, my legs are cramping.”

Reluctantly, Pyotr sat up, allowing Meli to stumble stiffly to her feet.

“Why so much interest in welding?” she asked as she stretched her back, then bent to touch her toes. “Can vampires even weld?”

“I- what do you mean, can vampires weld?” he shot back, offended by the very question.

“Well, y’know, the UV flash? The sun hurts you, right? So wouldn’t welding hurt you?”

“That’s stupid,” he told her flatly. “It’s the sun that kills vampires, not UV light.”

“Oh, so it’s like a magic property.”

“Exactly.”

He watched her stretch her legs against the rocky wall, and elected to answer her first question.

“I used to be an underwater welder. I worked on oil rigs off the Scottish coast. That’s what I was doing when I was Embraced.”

Meli stopped working the kinks out of her legs, and turned her full attention on him.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Rage sparked in his breast, and he drew himself up to his full height.

“You’re sorry?” he snarled, “I am now beyond human, something far greater. It’s something to be celebrated, not pitied.”

“Okay, okay!” Meli held up both hands in a conciliatory gesture. “Right, sorry, it’s kind of a reflex to say things like that when you hear about someone dying. I didn’t mean it like that.”

Somewhat mollified, Pyotr raised an eyebrow at her.

“You tell people you’re sorry that they died?”

“Ye- well no... ugh, you know what I mean.” Meli made a helpless face, and he found her fumbling amusing enough to placate the rest of his anger.

Dejectedly, she returned to her folded blanket and sat back down.

“So, uh, how d’you feel about having your hair brushed?” she asked.

Pyotr wavered. On the one hand, it was stupid and unnecessary. If he wanted his hair brushed he’d do it himself. On the other... women had had a fascination with his long, dark hair when he’d been mortal, and were always playing with it. He’d found it tiring then, but since he’d been Embraced he’d discovered that he missed it.

That, and it meant being stroked and touched some more.

“If you must,” he grumbled, trying not to sound too eager.

She beamed at him, and leaned back to retrieve a comb and a brush from behind her lantern.

“So I was thinking,” she piped up as he sat himself back on the blanket in front of her, “We’ve both got a lot of questions about each other, right? So, how about this - we take turns asking one question each until I’m finished with your hair.”

“Augh, okay,” he growled irritably as she scooped his hair back behind his ears and shoulders, “It’s not like I have anything better to do.”

“You can go first,” she prompted.

“Alright. Hum.” he pondered, then his grin became even more pronounced.

“Is this like getting to brush a lion?” he asked slyly, casting a glance behind him.

She grinned back.

“Absolutely not,” she told him primly as she began to comb out the bottom part of the first section of hair. “This is nothing at all like getting to brush a stunning apex predator with a gorgeous mane.”

“Hmmm,” he rumbled, smugly soaking in the compliment.

“My turn. Were you invisible earlier? Like actually invisible?”

“Yes.” He wasn’t inclined to offer any further information on that one.

“That’s amazing.”

“My turn. Are you a human?”

Her hands stopped.

“I’m sorry what?” she asked, staring at him.

“Are you a human?” he repeated, tilting his head to stare back.

“Um... yes? Obviously? I’m pretty sure.” She spread her arms and then gestured down at herself meaningfully.

He stared at her a moment longer, then turned back away.

He felt her resume combing his hair, and then:

“Okay, you gotta tell me if this is racist because I really don’t mean to be racist, but are you like... technically dead?”

“Yes, I’m ‘technically dead’. My heart doesn’t beat, my body is cold, I don’t breathe unless I want to. By human definitions vampires are dead. Why, are you worried you’re a bit of a necrophiliac?” he finished with a purr.

“That counts as your question. And... maybe a little bit.”

Pyotr froze, and began to turn, only for her to gently guide his head back away from her so she could continue detangling his hair.

“How do you do the invisibility thing?” she asked, her voice carefully measured.

“It’s, um, a trick of mine,” he muttered distractedly. “I can make people think I’m not there. Do you actually find me attractive?!?”

“It’s... complicated.” she said lamely.

He sat silently, waiting.

“Look, I’m really not sure myself, okay? That’s the honest truth. I guess I can say I find you... compelling? I think?”

More silence.

“I don’t know,” she grumbled, taking a new section of hair. “Hoookay. Um. How old are you?”

At least that was an easy one.

“I was 29 at the time I was Embraced,” he told her. “That was 25 years ago. I guess you could say I’m 54.”

“Huh.”

“The first time we met you punched the wall hard enough to crack rock, but you didn’t break your arm,” he lead in, “How are you so strong?”

“It’s a trick of mine,” she replied carefully, “I’m stronger than I should be.”

He waited, but any hope for further clarification was squashed when she asked her question.

“Are you alone down here?”

“That’s not your business,” he relied coldly.

“Okay, sorry, I’ll ask something else. Um, d’you like, live in here or it it just a place you hang out?”

He hesitated.

“I’m living here at the moment,” he admitted, “But it’s a temporary thing.”

Using that as a springboard for his next move, he posed:

“What about you? Where do you live?”

“I’ve got a house in Acle!” she told him. “Just a little one, nothing fancy.”

“Acle? That’s an hour and a half away.”

“Just under an hour actually,” she replied, giving his ear a little poke with the comb in admonishment for asking an extra question. "Can you drink someone’s blood without killing them?”

He perked up at that.

“Are you offering?” he purred greasily.

“No. Answer the question.”

“Yes, we can drink a mortal’s blood without killing them. Usually when we feed we don’t kill, it gets too messy that way. The Kine start... asking questions.”

“You tried to kill me the first time we met,” she pointed out accusingly.

“You were the one stupid enough to wander into a vampire’s lair. You should be grateful, very few Kine find us and live.” His voice took on a threatening edge.

“Point taken. Your turn.”

“This alchemy of yours - what kind of ‘potions’ can you make?”

Meli took a firm grip on the portion of hair she was working on, so that it wouldn’t pull as she combed at a particularly dense snarl.

“Let’s see... well, like I said, I’m working on Night-Eye at the moment - for seeing in the dark - and then there’s one that you can pour onto a cut or scrape to heal it, one’s a powder that purifies water, although that one’s a bit shit because you need a lot of it, I don’t think I made it right. One makes you a bit stronger. I tried to make some other ones but they didn’t work.”

That was interesting. It sounded like she was bad at whatever she was doing, but had managed to achieve some genuine, if minor, supernatural effects. Had she used her ‘a bit stronger’ potion to give herself the strength she’d displayed earlier? Possible, but he doubted it. She wouldn’t offer this information so freely if it was what she had glossed over moments earlier. No, he suspected it was something else.

“What’s this ‘Embrace’ thing you keep talking about? That’s where you got turned into a vam- a Cainite?”

“Just say ‘vampire’ if you’re too simple for ‘Cainite’,” he grumbled at her. “Yes. When a mortal is drained completely of blood, we can then Embrace them, and they become a new Cainite. It doesn’t happen often, and those who receive the Embrace are... specially chosen. In my case, for my profession."

The comb slid through the last partition of his hair, and he heard the rustle of her clothing as she leaned back, the click of the comb being set down, and the rustle of her returning to her sitting position.

“Why... hmmm...” he trailed off with a hum of pleasure at the first pass of the brush over his scalp and down to the ends of his hair. “Why aren’t you afraid of me?” he mumbled lazily.

“Don’t need to be,” she replied, a smile audible in her voice. “I’m pretty strong, and I’m not going to let you hurt me. You might be able to go invisible, but I have a good nose and you still smell like something. And before you ask, you smell like old dried blood and a bit like fabric because of your clothes. Point is, I don’t think you can sneak up on me either."

“Don’t count on it,” he hissed dangerously.

“Come on,” she said gently, “You don’t want to kill me. Then you wouldn’t have anyone to brush your hair or play with your ears.”

“You're pushing your luck,” he told her severely. Unfortunately, he realised to his great surprise, she was also right. He was still processing this thought when her voice cut into his reverie.

“What do you do for fun?”

“I... I hunt. Sometimes I practice my skills, like the invisibility trick. I have some colleagues who visit, we play cards.” She didn’t need to know about the rest of the pack. It was close enough to the truth. He also didn’t need to admit that the ‘cards’ was Uno. “Are you always awake at night and sleeping during the day?” he probed.

“Ever since I started this job, yeah. I’m on permanent night shift. I like it, no traffic and it’s easy to make appointments and stuff if I can get them early. It’s too much trouble to change my sleeping pattern just for the weekend. So I guess I’m nocturnal now.” The brush swept through his hair, steady and smooth. “What’s your least favourite thing about being a vampire?”

He had no idea what compelled him to answer at all, let alone truthfully. Perhaps he could blame it on the slightly drunken feeling from being groomed like this.

“The cold,” he said quietly. “I’m always cold. I don’t have body heat anymore, so there’s nothing to insulate no matter how I dress or where I sleep. I can’t stand in the sun and fire is uncomfortable.”

“Oh,” she said softly.

Silence fell, except for the sound of the rain outside and the gentle shush of the brush through his hair. And then, even that stopped.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw her set the brush aside. She moved, and he heard the whine of a zipper.

“Scootch back a bit?” she implored, reaching in front of him to make a beckoning gesture.

He complied, pulling himself backwards as she shifted her legs to either side of him. His back pressed against her chest and stomach and... ah...

She was warm.

“I have plenty of body heat,” she said, and from this position he could feel her words in her chest. “You can have some.”

She tucked the sides of her open jacket around him as best she could, then rested her arms around his waist and leaned back against the rock behind, pulling him with her.

“Are you an idiot?” he asked incredulously.

“Yeah, probly.” she replied.

Silence fell between them as a wet gust of wind swished past outside.

“Are you lonely?” she murmured behind his ear.

He'd been lonely from the first moment he was Embraced.

“Stop talking,” he sighed, and nestled back against her body.

She did. Awkwardly, she reached down and grabbed the blanket he’d just shifted off from and opened it out, pulling the clean side over them both.

Silently, they watched the rain outside glitter in the dim lantern-light, as her warmth filled him up.

#this it that pyotr petting gif except it's a fic #i'm not sure what this is but you can read it if you want #this got away from me more than a little bit #I wrote a fiction #hunter the parenting

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satorhime · 2 years

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hiya there! one piece fan here. the manga was published VERY shortly after my birth, and im a working adult atm. so there's a lot to catch up on. and i mean this in the most honest way possible, there. is. a. lot.

if you want to experience the whole thing from beginning to end, you may have to spend, idk, years? depending on how much free time you want to spend. ofc if you read the manga it cuts down on time, because the anime has fillers every now and then. but some fillers are pretty outstanding and bring some personality to the table.

im not very good of a fan because i like smoother animation. so, ive skipped majority of the manga/anime in favor of watching recent episodes, then reading wiki pages if i get confused about any lore/backstory. btw the recent films starting from one piece film: strong world have god tier animation and were thought up by oda-sensei himself. the great thing about them is that they introduce you to the characters every single film, so they're newcomer-friendly!

but also, one piece is. unmatched in terms of worldbuilding. with like. 20+ years of content and oda-sensei's dedication to the universe, it's staggering to see islands, communities, and people so fleshed out that by the end you either care for them or at least understand where they're coming from --- including some of the worst villains.

it's pretty good. but to get through it, you have to commit but pace yourself or do what i did: pick a place to start and get additional info as needed. one piece is almost as old as i am. not a lot of new readers are picking it up because of its sheer length. but it is rewarding on its own.

one piece makes me want to go on adventures with my friends, make new friends, eat the most delicious food possible, beat up an oppressive government, and learn more about the world. it's an experience, i tell you. and it's worth the time spent.

we're approaching the end of one piece now, which might seem like my little (talented, showstopping, spectacular, etc) brother is retiring from a career that hes been in since he was born or smth, which is odd because im an only child. i'll be sad to see it end, but at the same time i can finally sleep knowing that i can actually read the beginning of one piece all the way to the end if i have the time

p.s. also one piece makes you cry for a fucking boat. thats how good a storyteller oda is.

okay, first of all. can i tell you how beautifully written your ask was? 😭 i felt like you sat me down to tell me a story and i’m just… OKAY WOW. if you’re not already a writer, you need to get in those drafts asap and write something oh my god 🫣💕 but anyways, you truly sold me on at least giving it a try. i feel a little intimidated because most fans seem to be like you and grew up with the show. i regret not watching more anime with my older brother tbh. BUT I WANT TO GIVE IT A TRY. if i can rewatch almost 20 seasons of grey’s anatomy, i can watch one piece. you better not leave me because i’m going to have to talk to you about it OKAY 😤😤

#꒰ 🍰 ꒱ ﹕ཿ ࿓ sweetbox #when you said it was like a little brother my eyes started stinging #you know those parents that are like ‘why aren’t you on the court with lebron’ when they see a tall kid?#that’s me @ you #why aren’t you in front of a computer writing some FICS

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freshlymadeillumi · 2 years

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The other woman.

It wasn’t even midnight yet, but something in your gut told you to get off of work early. You told Steve goodbye as you clocked out. “Bye?” Robin and Steve both said as you rushed out of scoops ahoy

Getting in your car you felt sick, you didn’t know why but you knew Jonathan and Nancy we’re together. Now they always were as friends of course! But for some reason, this time you knew it wasn’t for what you wanted it to be for. Rushing out of your car you knocked on the door, and went to open it and it was…unlocked? ‘That’s odd’ you think to yourself. After wills disappearance Joyce and Jonathan always left the door triple locked. You walked inside, set your stuff down and slowly walked to your boyfriends room. And to your fear. There they were. Naked and in bed together.

“Jonathan..?” You said holding back tears, Jonathan and Nancy both shot up, Nancy holding the blanket you and him shared every night to her bare chest. “Y-y/n! I promise this isn’t what you think it I-“ you cut him off and between angry tears you just went at him. “So what I’m not seeing is Nancy wheeler with my boyfriend in bed, clearly naked?” You took a breath, “Because that’s exactly what I’m seeing Jonathan. So go ahead and explain what I’m seeing!” You gave him a smile through tears and started to grab all of your stuff. “Y/n, look, you are never around at all, always at work! And Nancy is always here for me.” You snap back at him. “IM NEVER HERE? SO EXPLAIN TO ME WHO WENT COFFIN SHOPPING WITH YOU WHEN WILL VANISHED? WHO STAYED UP COUNTLESS NIGHTS SEARCHING AND SEARCHING FOR HIM?” You were sobbing at this point. “Y/-“ “Cut it Jonathan fuck you we are over.” You look at Nancy who had her head down, “i guess they were right about you. ‘Nancy the SLUT Wheeler’ ‘A slut with a heart of gold’” you named a few words they called Nancy. “Y/n! Watch it.” You look at Jonathan, rolled your eyes and walked out. Flipping both of them off.

The next day wasn’t any better, Robin and Steve noticed something was up with you, you didn’t talk at all, tease Steve, help robin tease him. Nothing you just scooped icecream and went back to sleep in the break room. “Steve, maybe go check on her? She’ll talk to you.” Robin whispered to Steve. He hesitated but went over to you. “Y/n? What’s wrong. Tell me what happened” you looked at him with tears in your eyes. Looking at him didn’t make it any better. You broke down. “He-He cheated on me Steve! He had sex with Nancy!” You sobbed into his chest. Robin was just shocked. “Jonathan and Nancy..?” He said knowing how they were in his relationship. He hugged you, not letting go of you at all. “Y/n.. I’m so sorry..” Robin took this opportunity to close the shop so it was just you three. She came back with a U.S.S butterscotch, your favorite flavor. You look up at Steve with teary eyes and he asked. “Wanna tell us what those douches did?” You wiped your eyes and took a spoon.

A couple months later. You robin and Steve all became best friends. Of course you had a crush on Steve, but he didn’t, so you kept to yourself not wanting to ruin the relationship you and him had built up. “Steve oh my god just ask her out.” Robin said in the break room, you were off roaming helping customers find a movie. “I would! Believe me I want to! It’s just, she’s my best friend, you too but. I just can’t ruin our relationship. I won’t” Robin sighed as you walked in “Sup losers” you sat down next to Steve. He sat up and fist bumped you. You always did that when you saw each other. “Steve your turn to help the ladies~” you teased and he got up and walked away. “Y/n ask him out.” Robin knew all about your little crush on him. “ I CANT, I literally cannot ask him.” Robin rolled her eyes “and why’s that?” “Because…he’s my best friend, with you too! But I cherish our friendship so much I can’t ruin it by asking him out!” Just as you said that. The 2 people you hated seeing walked in. Robin and you looked at one another and laughed. Both of you walked out and stood next Steve as he glared at them. “That’s lovely” you Said through laughs, Robin giggling right along with you. “Well gal and guy I have to attend to our customers!” Steve grabbed your shoulder. “You don’t have too, I can?” You shook your head. “Nah I have a little plan in my head” you walked over to them. “Hello! How may I help you guys!” “Y/n-“ “maybe you would be interested in this story, it includes a affair!” You fake gasped as Steve and Robin watched and laughed” “Y/n stop” “Not the affair? Yeah I get it may touch to close to home, maybeeee this one! It’s about a girl who ruins relationships!” “Ok that’s enough y/n.” Nancy and Jonathan walk out. You laugh and go back to your best friends. “Job well done, that was pretty funny!” Robin said between laughs. “Steve, I have something to tell you.” Robin stopped, maybe this was the moment. “Yeah?” He said. “I like you, like a lot. And I totally get it if you don’t like me back but it’s been literally eating me so.” He smiles “of course I like you back.. How could I not. We fought Russian’s and giant monsters together..” Robin was quite literally jumping and laughing

The end 😜

#steve harrington x you #Jonathan Byers #nancy wheeler #stranger things #Spotify

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strawberryspeachy · 3 months

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I haven’t written much about this year.

The students are unmotivated and rude jerks. Whatever theyre teenagers and i tried to teach them. I wrote about some days that felt like wins but then theyd immediately revert back the next class

Here i am sitting here. Looking up why do my students hate me after i told them i have to leave and the vast majority are happy. The rest are apathetic with only a handful actually sad that I’m leaving

But at the past 8 schools ive worked my the vast majority of students love me

None of the reasons online fit me. And all ive thought all year is that they hate that i make them use their brains

So many kids in my classes as a student hated our teachers for the same reason. I knew it as a student and it annoyed me. Wed have a perfectly good and kind teacher but all the dicks in my classes would push and test them to see if they could break them. I always wanted them to just stop so I could pay attention. They wanted the teachers that sat back and let them goof off all class and no do anything. Then we take a test were not prepared for because we weren’t taught anything

I know im being the kind of teacher I LIKED as a student. And that its worked for me in the past. But it still feels pretty shitty

Of my first years who i thought all liked me. Most rlly didnt care that im leaving. I use the lessons that were already there. I make it lively. I add fun things. But i also make them use their brains… theyre doing phonics but i add critical thought questions because my older students cant do it and i want to start them early. They can do it. Ive gotten them thinking about what theyre reading and they can all answer well. But… seems most of them dont like me

I thought i finally won over my homeroom class. I never see them. I barely have any classes with them and i never got to do the homeroom duties i signed up to do. I stay around but most dont talk to me. And i gave them material to prep them to begin studying for college next school year. It was hard. All i wanted was tor them to try. And they seemed to finally understand that in the past month.

I really dont like the one girl. Shes new to the class this year and shes spend the entire year trying to distract the class when i talk or instigating bad behavior. I took her aside once in the beginning of the year and calmly told her to knock it off - and she listened better after that but she still does it. And honestly it ruins the class atmosphere. Shes always bad mouthing me under her breathe. Rolling her eyes. Smirking at the other students when i talk. Or just outright talkijt over me when im trying to explain things. And unfortunately shes popular in the class so its super disruptive. She has western family so her and another boy get mad that thry cant be effortlessly flawless in my class

Getting back to the they dont like me because i make them use their brains. The other students think those two are advanced and if they say something is too hard then it is. But they can do all of the work i give them. It doesnt take a long time for them to figure it out but it they DO need to use their brains.

Anyway bunch of them kept talking about how they were gonna improve next year and stuff so dumb me. I thought when i told them id be leaving theyd be a little disappointed but no. Apathy and immediately they started talking about the woman im subbing for who they barely know bc they only saw her for a couple months before she went on maternity leave and even then she called in sick all the time

All she did was have them do presentations while she sat around doing nothing because she didjt like them or teaching. Just like the other two bitch girls in the school. Then shes sit and zone out while they talked and say “good job”

I correct their work and give them feedback. I give them information and examples. I teach them new things. I sit down wnd help them figure it everything out and im happy to walk them through it

I just. It annoys me so much as both a teacher and a past student. I hated teachers who didnt help me improve. If i felt like i was doing busy work that they didn’t check i felt it was pointless and they were unnecessary in the classroom. I work so hard and i ensure im teaching my kids somethinggg

In the beginning of the year. My first class. I asked them to tell me what happened in Harry Potter. And they struggled. They couldnt explain much more than harry beat volemort and they couldn’t even tell me how. I had to hand hold them through the story even though they watched it and liked it and knew it.

I had them write a story as a class and they made a bizzare story about a character that did nothing and felt nothing.

Now they could walk me step by step through harry potter and tell me why everything happened and what the cause and effects of everything was as well as the characters motivations and relate it back to their personal lives and connect the story to the real world. They’ve written real stories about characters who feel and have goals and give them and entire story arch by themselves

They can write a simple thesis paper. They can create their own unique opinions and support them with strong and diverse examples

But yet

They’re excited at the prospect of someone who sits at their desk wkd does nothing all class coming back

I dont get mad at students

Im not strict

I do what i say ill do

I listen to their opinions

I talk them as young adults and take interest in their hobbies

I support their other school acitivies

I make fun activities for them and give them treats on special occasions

I know what the fuck im talking about and they have done all the work i ask them to do so im definitely teaching them how to do it

Im available but i also dont push myself in their conversations or activities like a weirdo - i let them come to me

And you know what its gotten me. They stole the expensive light i brought to make the dance party that i put together. They stole it. They lied about it. And they only gave it back when the male teachers threatened them about it.

If i didnt feel so dead. If everything else in my life wasnt already so heavy and mortifying. Id cry

The girl who hates teacher. Hates the kids. Doesnt do anything but take credit. Sits around like that other girl. Shes gonna be their teacher. Shell get all the credit for getting them into good schools. And theyll like her better because she doesn’t make them use their brain. And just plays basketball all class and flirts with the CHILD boys.

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