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trblsvt · 1 year

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for the books | jeon wonwoo

summary | wonwoo's students seemed intent on matching him up with a fellow teacher. he didn't really want to stop them, it was too funny for him to break up their fun. plus, he didn't mind the certain someone he was being "set up" with. genre | fluff, teacher!au warnings | none, i think let me know! word count | 2.2k words pairing | jeon wonwoo x fem!reader min | lowercase intended i literally put off my other works to write this! delulu era to the max! i advocate for women in stem!!! also! this is like an american high school-level setting. lily is so out of pocket LOL (believe it or not there is a girl just like her at my school). this was 100% self-indulgent

"mr. jeon!" his student lily called. "so you're telling me that after all that, she still hasn't kissed him?" he looked up from his desk and looked over to his obviously distraught student. "lily! i didn't even finish it yet!" her friend mina yelled at her.

"i'm sorry! it's just so crazy how they didn't even kiss! even after they made up and he said all of that to her!" lily huffed.

"what did he say to her? i haven't gotten there yet either," daniel piped in.

"just read it! i'm sorry i brought it up in the first place," lily sighed and pulled out the worksheets she was supposed to complete after reading the book. he shook his head and went back to inputting grades into his computer. it was silly to think lily was just going to do her work. "mr. jeon, do you have a girlfriend?" she asked putting her pencil down. he paused momentarily, fingers hovering over the keyboard. "dude, that's so not cool for you to ask mr. jeon," daniel complained.

"what? we're reading this romantic novel, is it not fair to ask our english teacher if he's in a relationship?" lily replied, crossing her arms. "i mean we have to be reading this book for some reason."

"maybe it's just a part of the curriculum," mina rolled her eyes.

"do you seriously think mr. jeon is sending us subminimal signals about his love life through the books we're reading?" daniel asked.

"i don't know! maybe!" lily said. the three of them continued to argue back and forth at their table. wonwoo should probably stop this before the other students get irritated with the trio. "guys, i can assure you, i am not sending any messages about my love life. please get back to your work," wonwoo cleared his throat. he heard a disappointed noise, but pencils went back to scratching and pages started flipping again. soon it was the end of the class period and everyone was packing up. it was just lily. "next time, please refrain from asking personal questions in class," he asked.

"yes, of course. i'm sorry mr. jeon," lily bowed her head.

"it's alright. it can just be a bit distracting for your classmates. let's try to be more considerate."

"will do," she said, turning on her heel.

"oh and lily, just between me and you," wonwoo paused. "i don't have a girlfriend."

"he said he wasn't in a relationship!" lily cheered. daniel stared at her baffled, "didn't he say not to tell anyone?"

"yeah, but i mean, he must know that i'm going to tell you guys. you guys don't seem as nearly as excited about this as i do."

"why would we be? he's single, it's not like you have a chance with him or something," mina commented.

"no! ew! i would never try to go after a teacher, are you crazy? i'm saying that this is a perfect opportunity for us to get mr. jeon a date!" lily practically squealed.

"a date? with who?"

"with miss ___, of course! who else? haven't you guys ever noticed that they spend almost every lunch period with each other? they're so cute together!"

"maybe they're just planning classes or something," daniel shrugged.

"um, hello? mr. jeon teachers english literature and miss ___ teaches physics b. what would they planning together?"

"touché."

"i think it's time to enact a master plan."

"so everyone understands this equation, right?" you said, turning back to face the class. "tell me now, so i can help. this equation is the very foundation to magnetism, if you don't get it now i can't promise you'll do well in this unit."

no one put their hand up. you smiled, "oh well, i guess we just have a bunch of physic masters in this class. but seriously, let me know if you need help. you can start working on your homework packet now, this way if you have questions you can ask them now. i don't need your frantic emails at midnight."

you returned to your desk and flipped through some lesson plans. you didn't get to finish eating lunch today, so you took out your lunch bag. a small slip of paper fell out of it and onto the ground. you smiled to yourself and reached down to pick it up. "miss ___!" your student lily said, she was standing at the foot of your desk.

"yes, lily?" you answered.

"i have a question about something."

"have at it."

"it isn't physics related though." you looked up, slipping the slip into your pocket. "then, what's it about? do you need to go to the nurse?" you frowned.

"no it's nothing like that, but i was told by another teacher not to ask questions like this in front of the whole class. he said it was inconsiderate," she shrugged.

"oh, um, well i guess you can go ahead."

"are you friends with mr. jeon?"

you froze. mr. jeon? as in english literature teacher mr. jeon? mr. jeon you eat lunch with him every day mr. jeon? maybe they started picking up on something. "well, yeah, i guess you could say that," you coughed. "why are you asking this all a sudden?"

"well, i came by mr. jeon's class before lunch to ask him about an assignment and i saw you there. i didn't want to interrupt, but i didn't know you guys were friends," she shrugged, averting her eyes.

"oh well, yes. mr. jeon started at his position around the same time i did a few years ago. so we got close because of that."

"that's so- i mean, i'm sorry to pry. i was just curious. i mean usually i don't see english teachers and physics teachers talk that much. thanks!"

the whole exchange left you a little baffled.

lily seemed determined to get you and wonwoo together. she began to pry more often and she was getting bolder one question at a time. she even asked if you were in a relationship and if you got you cute gifts for birthdays and holidays from your boyfriend. sometimes she got very bold and mentioned mr. jeon by name. "miss ___, don't you think mr. jeon is cute? you two would be so cute together." you had replied, "i don't think this is time or the place to talk about this, lily. please do your practice problems." you rolled your eyes, "i don't feel like i'm at liberty to answer that."

you couldn't bring yourself to actually discipline her or her friends (who had seemingly joined in on the deep dive about your love life). they were curious teenagers looking for gossip. hell, you were like that too. you felt it would be unfair to punish them for that, as long as it didn't get too inappropriate, you didn't mind. it was a bit endearing too.

you just had to push the thought out of your mind. it was time to go to lunch anyway. it was the perfect time to clear your head.

"has lily been asking you some personal questions lately?" wonwoo asked, leaning back in his chair. god, he looked so handsome today. his glasses, pressed shirt, and ironed pants. "yes, has she been causing a raucous here too?" you asked, taking a seat at one of the desks.

"well, she asked me if i think you're beautiful," he chuckled.

you paused. you would be lying if you said you didn't feel anything for the man sitting in front of you. he was smart and kind.

"of course, i told her you are a lovely human being inside and out, and to get back to doing her project."

"funny, she was telling me that she and her friends thought we'd make a cute couple." he laughed at that, and it made your chest flutter. you loved his laugh. "cute couple, that's so cute," he gasped.

"yeah i know right. who knew our students would start trying to set us up," you joked. he nodded in agreement getting up after his microwave went off from the other side of the room. "it would be so funny if they actually succeeded, but it does seem a bit pointless at this point, right?" he noted.

"yeah, totally pointless," you agreed.

you and wonwoo, being set up, by your students of all people. it sure would be for the books if it happened like that.

what an absurd idea.

the rest of the week went as usual, uneventful, but you did get to see wonwoo on the way out of the building and into the parking lot. he held his leather bag in his right hand. "on the way out today?" he asked. "don't you usually do tutoring sessions after school on fridays?"

"we just started a unit, and no one showed up after the fifteen-minute window. i'm out of here," you laughed. he smiled. you loved it when he smiled. "want to walk out together then?" he offered and pushed the door open for you. something about him was so calming and comforting. you smiled and averted your gaze to the floor. even after all these years, he made you a little nervous. you did miss the way he grinned when he caught your shy smile. he loved the way you smiled too. he couldn't wait to see it again, he needed to see it again as soon as possible. he was too lost in thought about the way you smile and the way your voice sounds, that he fell far behind you. "___, wait up," he called as you made your way through the faculty parking lot. he jogged to catch up to you and reached out to grab your hand.

"i swear i saw him kiss her out in the parking lot," daniel insisted. "they were holding hands too!" at this point, lily was totally unmotivated to get her two favorite teachers together. not after miss ___ shut her down on numerous occasions and mr. jeon was just as friendly but unbothered as ever giving his most PG answers. "whatever, daniel," lily huffed. "they would be so perfect together."

"he's literally telling you that they're together, he saw them kissing!" mina exclaimed. lily rolled her eyes. they were all hallucinating just to make themselves feel better that it was wishful thinking. "true love isn't real!" she cried.

"it's time to wake up, sweetheart," he mumbled. "you said you had lots of work to do today."

"yeah, well it's my day off too. i'll get to work later," his fiancé groaned.

"oh come on, i know you're desperate to do all that paperwork," he teased. he tugged on the warm body text to him to pull it closer to him. he loved waking up with his wonderful, beautiful, smart fiancé next to him.

he loved waking up next to you.

he knew the kids were asking about him and his love life. kids would be kids of course. "lily won't stop asking about my love life. it's funny since we both teach her," he said.

"i guess, she's never noticed the necklace with the ring hanging around my neck," you chuckled, nuzzling your face into wonwoo's neck. his arms easily wrapped around your body. he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "you know, lily asked me if i had a girlfriend the other week," wonwoo murmured.

"she asked me if i had a boyfriend too," you hummed. "i just told her that it wasn't appropriate to ask that in class."

"i said something similar, but i did tell her i didn't have a girlfriend."

you paused. why would he say that? he was very obviously in a relationship, well obvious to the two of you. he even gave you a ring and a nice dinner to cement your relationship. "i obviously couldn't tell that i didn't have a girlfriend because i have a wonderful, smart fiancé," he laughed. you breathed an internal sigh of relief, but you still hit him in the chest. "that's so stupid," you groaned. "you're catching everyone on a technicality." he thought he was so clever and funny, ever the wordsmith.

"it's so hard not telling the students," wonwoo whispered, and you nodded your head in agreement. he didn't know why the two of you didn't tell the students yet, but the relationship started a bit secretively, almost right after the both of you were onboarded. he guessed the two of you never got out of the whole secret relationship. it was a bit exhilarating keeping the secret between you and him, and the admin. he felt like a teenager again. "maybe we should ease them into it, but let's not let them think it was all them," you said.

"maybe it's time for you to start wearing the ring on your finger then," he commented pulling away to get a better look at you. "i can't wait for you to become mrs. jeon," he smiled.

"yuck, so corny," you rolled your eyes with a smile. "you need to stop with these cheesy sayings early in the morning." nevertheless, you leaned forward and kissed him. he kissed back easily, "come on, i know you like the little notes i leave in your lunch."

"i do, now be quiet and just kiss me."

"gladly."

he did have the whole weekend until he had to go back to school. at least you made the day a little better.

min | im just in a silly goofy mood LOL. my poor attempt at humor and portraying what high schoolers are like. wonwoo being an english teacher just makes sense!!! reblogs and comments are always appreciated! not proofread at the moment (it's 1 in the morning)

tagging: @a-wandering-stay

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woso-dreamzzz · 4 months

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New Girlfriend II

Lucy Bronze x Teen!Reader

Ona Batlle x Teen!Reader

Summary: Ona's tipsy

It's hard to hate Ona.

You kind of wish you could regardless of the truce you have going on with her.

She's over all the time. She's always in your house and your face and you hate that she asks about school.

It was always Keira's job to help you with your homework. You miss Keira a lot which is probably why you stick heavily to her side when your Mum hosts a bonding night for the team.

You sit next to her and let her give you a hug that you sag happily into. You used to see Keira all the time but it's Ona that you see more often now.

It's strange but you're working on it because you think your Mum is really in love with Ona and she's so happy so you're sucking it up.

It doesn't mean that you don't stick to Keira whenever you can.

Originally, you thought it would get you some respite from Ona but it seemed that even Keira had a good relationship with her so, as you sat at the kitchen table, leaning against Keira as she helped you with your homework, Ona appeared out of seemingly thin air.

Her cheeks have a red kind of sheen that you know comes from the alcohol in her glass. She's a little tipsy, just like most of the girls in the house.

"You're so smart," She giggles as you scrawl down the equation Keira explains to you," Both of you. So smart." She breaks off into a fit of giggles and Keira leaves your side to guide Ona into a chair.

"How about we sit down?" Keira says as she takes the drink from Ona," And have some water."

Ona's giggling again and it's a little unnerving. She reaches across the table and holds the hand you're not using to write. Another wave of giggles. "You're so smart. Is it hard? Being smart all the time?"

"It must be," You mutter," Because this is my birthday party and I'm stuck doing homework."

You hadn't really wanted to do anything for your birthday. You didn't have any friends at your new school (the accent of your spoken Spanish tended to put people off) but your Mum took any excuse to get a bit tipsy without consequences and the team had ended up around your place to 'celebrate' which really acted as a dual celebration of the big one they just had over Real Madrid.

"That's sad," Ona says," I wasn't good at school. You're doing it in a different language."

You sigh softly, shaking your head in amusement as she continues to talk earnestly to you, making sure to keep eye contact so she's sure that you're understanding her.

"Lucy's so proud of you, she tells me all the time."

That shocks you a little bit. You hadn't really considered what your Mum and Ona talked about when you weren't there. Truly, you had imagined that their time was taken up by kissing.

"I want you to like me," Ona continues, still giggling and completely flushed in the face," How can I make you like me more? Arcade? Food? Food! Let's order food!"

"Let's not order food," Mum says as she approaches. She's not as tipsy as Ona is but there's a little flush to her skin. "Because then we've got to pay for everyone's."

"No!" Ona says with that dopey smile that she always gets when your Mum is holding her. "Just for the birthday girl." She looks at you again. "Ooh! Let's get cake!"

Mum laughs, leaning down to whisper in Ona's ear about something.

Keira, who you thought would be fairly awkward around the couple, just shakes her head fondly. "You two are gross," She declares with a laugh, confiscating both of their drinks. She's the most sober person in the house. "You're already lovey-dovey at practice."

Mum laughs. "This is my house, Kei. I can be lovey-dovey if I want."

"You're scarring her!" She says," Look at her!"

You've got your nose all wrinkled up in disgust and Mum leans over to pinch at her cheek.

"Don't lie, Kei! She loves this!"

You push her away in annoyance and try to throw your pen at her but you're caught off guard by Ona hugging you tight. You didn't realise she was such a sentimental drunk.

"You're so smart."

Oh, she's back on that.

"Lucy, tell her she's smart!"

"Very smart," Mum says. You're trapped by Ona so can't escape when Mum places a big, wet kiss on your cheek and then grabs you in a headlock. "My smart little girl!"

"Mum!" You cry out," Let go! Come on, let go!"

"No!" Mum laughs," You're a proper teenager now! My little birthday girl!"

"It's your birthday!" Ona exclaims like it's the first time she's heard the news," I got you a gift!" She pats wildly at her pockets before coming up empty. "Lucy, where's my gift?"

Mum's only half paying attention as she rubs her knuckles against your hair as you fight to get away, tears of laughter streaming down your cheeks. "Er...I don't know? I think you called it an experience?"

"Ah! Ah!" You had to admit (begrudgingly), Ona jumping up and down in triumph was kind of cute. "We will go to the beach! There is an arcade there! A big one! Bigger than the one here!"

It stumped you for a moment. Your love for arcades wasn't something that you talked a lot about but clearly, Ona remembered. She's smiling at you now and you tear your gaze away to look at your Mum.

"Really? And you're okay with going?"

"I'm going to the beach," Mum says," You and Ona can waste all the money you want but I'm working on my tan."

Ona sticks her tongue out. "Buzzkill."

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magewritesstories · 1 month

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[ ᴍʏ ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍɪᴀ ] ᴄᴏᴏʟ ɢɪʀʟ

summary; some bnha characters dating a cool black-cat girl (bc i'm listening to the Ghost album by diljit dosanjh rn and thats the vibes it gives off) included characters --- izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugou, denki kaminari tw; none, it's literally just fluff note; if you want these headcanons with diff mha characters i'd write them! also i'm not a black-cat person at all so sorry if its not super accurate. word count; 909 words

IZUKU MIDORIYA;

He's so surprised first of all, like this poor baby is so in love with you but the fact that you love him back?! He's absolutely over the moon.

You might be surprised when I say this but not a lot of people are surprised at the fact that the two of you are dating—because of course the adorable dork who can never shut up pulled the chill, calm popular girl.

You're the first person to decode his mumble language, and just nod along like it's completely normal

speaking of his rambles, you just happily listen and let him rant until he realizes he's ranting and then he stops and looks at you so calmly smiling and listening and he almost passes out because he's overwhelmed by feels.

"I think that Kamui Woods would probably be the best match for her, you know considering the fact that he could use laquered prison to—" Izuku cut himself off when he realized he'd been ranting on about what hero vs hero matches would be cool to see and who would win.

You're sitting in front of him, the ends of your lips quirked up slightly as you swirl your favourite drink and look at him. "Something wrong, sweetie?" You ask, tilting your head slightly to the right as you rest it in your palm.

"I–I'm sorry," He quickly apologized, freckled cheeks tinting red as he felt your gaze stay on him, "I–I've been ranting, and–and you must be bored... I'm sorry."

"I didn't say that," You reply calmly, "I like listening to your rants—they're cute, and not to mention informative."

His already big green eyes widen even more. "R–really? I mean are you sure?"

You let out a soft chuckle and nod. "Mhm, now, will you tell me about how Kamui Woods would beat Mt. Lady?" You ask, giving him another soft smile.

Izuku visibly brightens as he happily continues his rant.

KATSUKI BAKUGOU;

How? Just how?

That's the first thing people think, because why would someone as cool and calm as you date someone as hotheaded as him?

Everyone around you is so confused (Denki literally brain-fries himself trying to understand.)

But then they see the way you stare down Bakugou without even flinching and manage to calm him down and all of a sudden it just clicks.

It's not really a rare occurrence—Katsuki's shouting his head off about some algebra equation Denki doesn't understand.

"What is so hard to understand, you damn dunderhead?!" The explosive blond shouts, practically jumping over the table towards Denki.

You're sitting in the library with the rest of the BakuSquad and have already been warned twice to keep it down.

"Katsuki, calm down," You say, looking up from your own homework.

He turns to you with an annoyed expression. "I'll calm down when this idiot stops being so damn stupid."

You match the glare he's giving you. "We're going to get kicked out," You reply, placing a hand on his arm to pull him back, "I'm sure Denki will understand whatever you're trying to explain to him if you just chill out."

Bakugou glares at you for a whole minute before huffing and falling down in his seat.

Everyone at the table stares at the two of you in disbelief. Katsuki just glares at them, as if he's daring them to say anything about what just transpired.

"So, Denki," You continue, turning towards your blond friend as if nothing out of the ordinary happened, "What is it you didn't understand?"

KAMINARI DENKI;

He's your polar opposite, and that's what makes it work

Kaminari is known for his cheesy pick-up lines and dumb flirting tactics, so when he tries one on you he does not expect it to work at all

but then it does??!!? (his brain malfunctions ngl)

Oh boy, he's drowning you with cheesy cards, pick-up lines, etc just to hear that cute little giggle again (he prides himself on the fact that he's the only one that can get you to giggle)

The bell signalling the second break rang ten minutes ago, but you're still sitting at your desk.

"Hey, Y/N," Denki's voice sounds even louder than usual in the empty classroom, "Watcha doin'?"

You don't reply, simply pulling up your geography textbook to show him the cover.

"Oh, we're covering the greenhouse effect right?" He questions, pulling up a chair to sit in front of you.

He leans his head on his palm, blonde hair falling in his eyes as he stares at you full of admiration.

"You know it's all your fault right?" He says, with a small smirk on his face.

You know your boyfriend well enough to know he's up to some stupid shit, but you decide to bite anyway. "What's all my fault, babe?"

"Global warming, it's your fault," He smiles like he didn't just accuse you of something like warming up the entire earth, "Because you're so hot."

You blink twice and then shake your head in disbelief. "You can do better than that," You reply simply, turning back to your notes.

Denki sees this as encouragement. "Oh yeah?" He asks in his most flirty voice, placing a hand under your chin, "Well, I must be a snowflake, because I've fallen for you."

Now, granted, this pickup line is even worse than the first one but it's just stupid enough to elicit a giggle out of you.

"You're an idiot."

"Yeah, but I'm your idiot."

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moonstruckme · 7 months

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In a week-

Hear me out: Rockstar Poly!marauders and Rockstar!reader???? Like, maybe no one knew the marauders was dating reader till they performed together for an event?????

Thanks for requesting lovely!

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rockstar poly!marauders x rockstar!reader ♡ 1k words

The tabloids had started speculating when too many of your tour dates lined up. It’s only natural that you’d end up spending some time together, in the same occupation and occupying the same spheres, so you were seen with each of the boys at various eateries, at afterparties, on the street. The only problem for journalists was, they couldn’t figure out which band member you were dating.

They were clutching at straws. A picture of you grabbing Remus’ hand to pull him into a store, an interview wherein Sirius had complimented your new single, a zoomed-in video of James carrying four coffees back up to the hotel instead of three. The speculation was all over the place, scattered and nearly baseless.

Not after tonight. It had been Lily, the Marauders’ manager, who’d had the idea to take this story by the reins. She’d pointed out that fans were only getting more obsessed with the question of which of the boys you were dating, and with both of you releasing new albums soon, it was as good a time as any to capitalize on that interest. Plus, if you did the big reveal before any magazine could figure it out, it’d be your concert that went viral, not their publication. “More press,” she’d said enticingly, “means more people learning your names and listening to your music.”

You’d thought the boys would be the ones to have qualms. Remus wasn’t the type to enjoy making his private life public (it was more an unfortunate side-effect of his career than a draw) and James always talked about how keeping your relationship a secret made it feel less like they had to share you with everyone else, but in the end, they got on board with Lily’s scheme quickly. You all agreed that someone was going to figure you all out sooner or later, and if your romantic life was going to be broadcast, it may as well be on your own terms.

Still, that doesn’t mean you’re not nervous.

“Loosen up, angel,” James says, prodding at your foot with his as you lie on Remus’ chest, picking through his usually well-guarded stash of chocolate. “This is supposed to be fun, remember?”

“It’s not the show I’m worried about,” you say, rubbing your socked foot along his mindlessly. “I’m excited to play with you guys, I just wish we could do that without everyone making assumptions.”

Remus hums in agreement, but Sirius makes a derisive sound, turning to look at you from the mirror. His eyeliner is half done, making one eye seem big and dangerous and the other naked.

“You two are being so dramatic,” he says. “Of course they’re gonna assume, and they’ll be right. That’s the point.”

You sigh, tipping your head back onto Remus’ shoulder, and he runs his hand up and down your side commiseratively.

“It’s going to be a great show.” James tries again to lift your foul mood. You try to look less dismal in return. “You and Sirius’ voices go so well together, the crowd will love it.”

“It’s true.” Sirius smirks at you through the mirror. “And later, we’ll go to the afterparty—”

“Do we really have to?” Remus asks.

James looks sympathetic, reaching forward to rub his calf consolingly. “‘Fraid so, love. Lily says the only way to control the narrative is to talk to people after the show. We don’t have to stay the whole time, but we’ll practically be on the clock.”

“Anyway,” Sirius goes on. “We’ll go to the afterparty, and everyone will tell us how cute we are together, and everyone north of the equator will want to be us and fuck us at the same time.”

You can tell Remus has something to say about that, but before he can, Lily pops her head into the dressing room. “Guys, the opener is finishing up,” she says, eyes lingering on each of your faces assessingly. “Everyone ready?”

“Just a second…yeah,” Sirius says, finishing his perfectly messy eyeliner. “Ready.”

Lily nods before ducking back out, off to go coordinate light technicians or whatever she does in the rush before shows. James offers you and Remus a hand each, hauling you up. You lick your thumb, wiping a bit of chocolate from the side of Remus’ mouth, and he gives you a half-smile of thanks.

“We got this,” you whisper to him, and he takes your hand, squeezing lightly.

“I know we do, sweetheart.”

Sirius is the only one talking as you all make your way to the side of the stage, the crowd cheering loudly as the opening act wraps up their set.

“Hey.” A hand lands on your shoulder, and you turn to find James attached to it. He’s looking at you with more than the usual pre-show nerves, something more like worry. “Are you really upset about this? We don’t have to go through with it, it’s not too late to tell Lily it’s off.”

Yes it is, but he’s a sweetheart for saying so. “No, I’m okay,” you promise, reaching up to squeeze his wrist reassuringly. The other band is exiting on the opposite side of the stage, the lights going out. You’re going to be going out there any minute. “I’m excited to perform with you guys, and…and I’m ready to be done with the sneaking around. I’m just nervous, I guess.”

James slides his hand up from your shoulder to cup your face, your hand still clasped loosely around his wrist. He smooths his thumb over your cheek fondly, eyes gone soft under the faint glaze of adrenaline. “Don’t be, sweetheart. You’re going to do great, and we’ll all be up there together.” He stoops lower so only you can hear him. “Just between us, you and Sirius sound great together, but you can hit notes he never could. They’re gonna love you out there.”

You grin, and Sirius turns around, eyeing the both of you. “I heard my name,” he says accusingly. “What’re we talking about?”

The lights come back on, and that’s your cue. “Nothing!” you chirp, grabbing his hand and dragging him towards the stage. “Let’s go.”

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manicpixiedreamcurl · 2 years

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I Want to Do What Lovers Do With You.◦○˚♡.˚ₓ

Pairing | Eddie Munson x reader

Warnings | 18+ only, P in V sex, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, praise kink, brief mention of uncomfy virginity loss (not to Eddie), brief mention of underage drinking, drug use, Eddie calls himself dumb a couple times, there’s maths talk early on I promise it’s only short.

Request | Concept. Reader has never gone on a date or anything before, they're not naive, they just haven't been interested in anyone. Eddie and reader have been crushing on each other for a while and when eddie half-jokingly asks them out they say yes. Reader being easily overwhelmed by the newfound affection and eddie having to get them used to it.

Word Count | ~4,000

A/N | So here's the thing. In hindsight I realise maybe you wanted virgin reader, and I didn't do that. I also didn't even write a date. However, I think I got the ~spirit~ of the request. I will definitely write virgin reader in the future, but I didn't do it here, sorry if that's what you were looking for. Reader is new to intimacy though, if that helps.

"Zero point seven." Eddie’s head snaps up from the calculator, waiting hopefully for the approving nods he’s been earning from you more and more.

"Mm-hmm,” you nod, pointing to the page of rough triangles you’d drawn out for him to practice. "Now remember, the cosine of the angle is equal to the adjacent, which we want, over the hypotenuse, which is twenty three, so..."

"I've gotta divide something now."

"Well, how about you write the equation down with what you have?"

"Shit," he sighs, leaning back in his chair. "That's just your nerdy way of telling me I gotta multiply."

You smile in spite of yourself, knowing that Eddie is the only person who has ever called you a nerd without any real malice. There's admiration, appreciation, in his tone somewhere, under the frustration.

"C'mon. Give it a try and then we can take a break, yeah?"

Eddie's face splits in a conspiratorial grin. “What sort of break are we talking here?"

"That depends on whether you answer correctly."

"Man. If only my real teachers knew how to motivate me like you. I'd probably have graduated early."

"Eddie. The cosine of the angle equals?"

"That’s just cruel. I’m trying to concentrate and you know your teacher voice gets me going."

You have to fight a nervous laugh, choosing instead to bite the inside of your lip and gesture to the paper with your head. Eddie sighs and brings his attention to the square lined notebook, twisting the pen round his fingers while he glances between the question and the calculator. You watch him pull his own plump lip between his teeth, hair falling over his shoulders when he leans down to stare at the numbers on the page the way he needs to do sometimes. He looks so sweetly determined your heart aches.

That's unique to him, too.

When you were twelve, you’d read teen romance novels and imagined yourself falling for someone the second you entered high school. Then you got there and boys were…exactly as they always had been. Sometimes friendly, sometimes cruel, but never very interesting. Your heart didn’t flutter, your knees didn’t shake.

Even when you lost your virginity, fumbling in the dark, head fuzzy with an early taste of alcohol, and it had been an endeavour of pure mediocrity. You expected it to hurt, but you wanted that hurt to feel like passion. Instead, it was an uncomfortable burn that had you gritting your teeth and avoiding wet kisses until he was done.

Luke Thompson would catch your eye in Physics years later, looking forlorn and longing.

Then there had been senior prom, something you had dreamt of when you were a pre-teen waiting for epic romance. You thought you probably would go, if you were asked. But when a smooth talking basketball player had sidled up to your locker, talking all kinds of slush about how he’d always thought you would get along but had never had the guts to ask you out, you’d weighed an evening of dancing awkwardly and pulling a strapless chiffon dress up to your armpits every twenty seconds against sitting comfy in your pyjamas and renting a good movie from Family Video.

You spent prom night gorging on microwave popcorn and falling asleep with Dune playing in the background.

You left for college, away from Hawkins and high school and boys whose parents knew your parents, and it allowed you one night stands without the pressure of seeing them in class every day after. Just the occasional awkward nod across a hallway, if you remembered them at all. Whatever they were, it was not love, or even affection. You were using them, and felt used in turn.

But now there’s Eddie.

When you were at school together, you moved in entirely different circles. Then you’d come back from your first year of college with fewer friends in Hawkins and a new interest in Mary Jane. You’d been standing in his trailer, fishing in your purse for a five dollar bill when he’d stopped you with, “hey, you’re kind of a nerd right?”

You blinked, raised an eyebrow. “There are seven hand painted Dungeons and Dragons miniatures to my right, Munson. You really wanna play this game?”

He grinned, a little surprised by the bite back. “Yeah, but a real nerd. You’re smart, I mean?”

“Not many people would admit to being stupid.”

“I do.”

You think that’s probably where it started. The ache for him. Eddie Munson, who you’d always dismissed as another boy with more confidence than he had any right to, stood there in his room, a sad but accepting smile on his face, and told you he thought there was something wrong with his brain.

“I mean, I never understand anything when I’m in class,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “And then whenever I think, maybe, I’m starting to get it, we move on to something else and I’m left sitting there like, hey, you’re not gonna go over that another couple times?” Eddie gave a defeated shrug. “I’m gonna fail again this year, I just know it.”

“Well, you don’t actually know that,” you’d tried, feeling guilty when he’d rolled his eyes at the meaningless platitude. “Okay, what, you want me to tutor you or something?”

“Yeah? I mean nobody smart enough at school would risk being seen with me. Wouldn’t be a problem for you though, right? You’re a college girl now, above that kind of stuff.”

“And the benefit to me would be?”

“Free bud? Or whatever else you’re into,” he shrugged, dimples appearing soon after as he leaned into your space, your heart beating in your ears. “I’ve heard you academic types struggle to stay away from the good stuff.”

So while your new friends from college are spending their long Summer in Key Largo, or camping in Joshua Tree, you are at home in Hawkins, driving most days to Eddie’s trailer to get him where he should be in Math, English, Science and Geography.

You are giving him more help than he’s paying you for, but it didn’t take you long to think of him as worth it.

Big brown eyes you have to get up close to appreciate, pretty pink lips always smiling when you’re around. He’s self deprecating but he blushes when you compliment and encourage him. Eddie calls you smart with adorable reverence and listens to your opinions. He’s funny and he’s talented and you want to hold his face in your hands and squish.

It’s like every embarrassing girly teenage crush you never had has been focused all on this one boy and fuck, you weren’t expecting it when you drove up to his trailer for the first time with a calculator in hand, but it’s barely been a month and you want him like you've never wanted anybody.

You didn’t mind touching people who knew better what they were doing than poor Luke from Physics, didn’t mind clashing teeth and your face pressed into sheets. You didn’t mind that they’d leave in the morning, or you would. You never wished them back. You never imagined holding their hand the way you think about holding Eddie's hand. Warm, big, soft in the palms and rough at the ends of his fingers, chunky rings you want to bring to your face and stare at.

You think so many things about Eddie you never expected, wonder endlessly about what you wish to know.

What is his favourite food? Could make it for him as he wants it? Does he like horror movies, or is that an assumption? Even if he doesn't, would he watch one with you anyway, let you cuddle into his side on his Uncle’s couch, jumping and laughing together? Would he want to drive you places, play the gentleman? Would he want to meet your parents? Get a house in the city? Adopt a dog or a cat? Go on dates and be sweet with each other well into your sixties?

What does Eddie picture when he thinks about his future? Are you there?

You wonder if he knows. No matter what he says, Eddie is not dumb, not even close. Surely he has to see that you’re giving more than you’re getting back.

“Sixteen point one.”

You flinch a little to be pulled from your thoughts, face warm while you check his work. Scratchy, messy handwriting, calculations done correctly. You smack your hands on your knees. “Break time.”

“Hell yeah,” Eddie grins, fingers waggling in the air as he stands to search for his metal lunchbox.

“You left it in the kitchen.”

Eddie pauses to give you a warm, thankful smile, hand coming to lay flat on the left side of his chest. “You always keep me right, sweet thing.”

You have a love-hate relationship with the flirting. It makes your palms sweat like nothing else, your stomach do something it has only ever done at the first jolt forward on a roller coaster, your heart pound in excitement even as it aches with worry. It's exhausting.

Eddie reappears at his door, hair flying out behind him as he glides over to you, settled on his bed. He settles in next to you, his long arm warm and in line with yours from shoulder to elbow. While he rolls a spliff on his side table, you pick at a new hole on the knees of your blue jeans. You scowl, thinking about how you’ll never locate a pair as good as these in Hawkins, thinking about driving to a city for the day, thinking about abandoning this place altogether, heading back to your college town where good stores sell quality jeans and whatever else you could want. Away from here, away from Eddie, who is beginning to torture you with his smiles.

And his touch.

Eddie grabs your hand from your knee to pass you the newly lit joint, leaving your skin aching to remember the feeling of his calloused fingers. You know his eyes are on your face when you take a drag, and you wonder helplessly if you look cute, or hot, or sexy in your college sweater and jeans, lips wrapped around rolled paper.

It's a new feeling, and you can't say you're enjoying it. Since spending all this time with Eddie, you’ve come to understand why other people had so much trouble getting their heads down at school. If you thought like this back then, endlessly pondering the prospect of being liked, desired, loved, you would never have got anything done.

“Hey,” Eddie says when he takes the joint back. “I have a question.”

“No, I don’t expect you to get back to trigonometry when we’re done.”

You hear the rushed breath from his nose, a little amused sound. “No question there. You lose all authority when you’re high.”

“Do not. I could make you study.”

“Nah,” he answers, eyes crinkling at the sides pleasantly, just like everything he does. “You get pretty docile. You’d let me do anything I wanted.”

His fingers brush yours at the next pass, a heated tingle running up your back and across your neck. Your mouth feels a little dry, and you lick your lips like it’ll help, thinking about all the implications of that sentence. “Not anything.”

Eddie has the good sense to blush then, but he quickly shakes his head and powers through. “What I was going to ask was, how come a girl like you is spending her Summer with me?”

You raise an eyebrow, settling back into his pillows to get comfy as your head begins to fuzz, trying to ignore the pleasant hit of his smell emanating from the squished fabric. “Were you smoking this before I got here? You asked me to tutor you.”

“Yeah, and God knows I need all the help you’re giving me,” he says, eyes wide and earnest. “I mean, seriously, I feel like I have a real chance of crawling my way out next year. But what I- what I meant was, and tell me if I’m crossing a line here, sweetheart, how come you’re here, with me, and not road tripping with some college boys or whatever all your friends are doing right now?”

Your face gets hotter. “Does it matter?”

“Does it- yeah. Yes. It matters.”

A prickle of recognition crawls up your spine, stemming from his tone, the way he’s looking at you, how he’s sitting; tense against your side. In the past, you would have felt pure dread, mind working overtime to prepare the required explanation for a boy who was really looking for you to change your mind. Instead, there’s nerves, all along your body, but there is excitement, too. Butterflies zipping about in your stomach.

“Why?” You ask, passing the joint back, letting yourself freely enjoy the brief touch of his skin, now that you realise that’s allowed. “Why does it matter?”

Eddie blinks at you, his bottom lip shaking. “Well, if I’m being honest,” he starts, pausing to turn away from you and take a long drag like he needs a moment to think it through. Then he eyes you from the side, thumb flicking ash into a metal tray. “I guess the answer might save me from making a fool of myself? If you say that this is all an elaborate prank or I have a rich distant relative paying you to spend time with me or, I don’t know, that helping out super seniors will be good on your resume, then, then I’d accept it. And even this particularly dumb super senior would know not to ask a really, really dumb question.”

“You’re not dumb, Eddie.” You nudge his body with yours, head cottony, loose lipped. “I really, really wish you’d stop saying that.”

Eddie’s gaze moves to your face where you are leaning back on his pillows, watches the subtle turn of your head, rubbing your cheek against the cotton, the feel of it uniquely pleasant after a couple hits.

“I’ll do whatever you tell me to if you go out with me.”

It sounds like he wasn't even entirely aware he was speaking until he's done. Eddie's eyes widen, his face flushing pink.

“Is that you asking me?”

“Depends on whether you answer correctly”

Eddie smiles at the repetition, like he’s playing coy, like this is fun, but he is too expressive by half. His big eyes are searching, waiting, with a hint of resignation, to learn that he is fooling himself.

Eddie always came across as cocky to you, at school. Just like the jocks he hated, he was an overconfident boy. Even now you can picture him stepping up on cafeteria tables and declaring himself a rebel with about a million different causes. But here, alone with you in his room, Eddie makes himself vulnerable.

Your cautious heart calls out to his. Don’t worry, me too.

You take a deep breath, forcing yourself not to look away. “I’d say yes, Eddie.”

You receive a classically Eddie slow blink, followed by a grin that screams every ounce of his joy and relief. His head tilts forward. “Shit. You’re serious?”

"If you are."

"Jesus- yes, I'm serious." Eddie nods emphatically, eyes wide like he’s worried you’ll take it back if he doesn’t establish how much he meant it. “We could get dinner? Or I’ll take you to the nice cinema in the next town? Or- or the lake, or I could show you the bar my friends and I play in-”

You gaze at him, butterflies erupting at the sight of his pleased smile, the way his hair moves with every excited tilt and nod of his head. This is new, and exciting, and scary.

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You stay in Hawkins until the end of Summer, until you have to go back to college and Eddie needs work for his final, final year at high school.

He sends you off with a worn Metallica t-shirt to wrap around a pillow and cuddle into, a buzzy, crackling recording on tape of his voice over guitar, the black ring from his right hand that would be a promise made too early if it was from anyone else.

You leave him with all the pens he chewed the tops of, hand written practice sheets for every class he’s taking, old notes on differentiation, centripetal force, the River Nile, searched for and retrieved from the back of closets in your parents house. You hope Eddie knows that this is you trying.

Across the months you spend in his arms with weather cooling and trees turning, followed by stolen weekends, every break from classes lasting longer than three days, you learn so many things about Eddie.

He eats boxed mac and cheese by the pot. When you boil up some pasta on your own, he shovels it down the same way, surprised when the rich homemade sauce leads to you rubbing his tummy all night and trying not to laugh while he groans out that every spoonful was worth the pain.

He likes all kinds of horror movies; psychological and slasher and comedy. Getting you under his arm while they play in his living room and covering your eyes without your permission during the scary parts becomes a particular joy for him.

“Eddie, get off!”

“No can do, sweet thing. Gotta protect you from potential nightmare material. That’s my job now.”

He loves driving you everywhere, loves the sight of you in his van, sorting through the tapes in his glove compartment.

“Mega…Death?”

“The world’s foremost thrash metal band. Great choice.”

He wants to meet your parents, but he’s scared of what they’ll think of him. Dog or cat, he doesn’t mind as long as it’s not a horrible little yappy thing. He wants to get out of this town forever, live in a city, or really anywhere but here, where he could afford a nice-ish place.

When he pictures his future, you are there.

“Course, I would stay in Hawkins if you wanted to move back here.”

You’re trying, all of the time. You want him more than anything, because this is different, this is special, but that’s also what makes it so difficult. You are used to pleasured touches followed by closing doors, and it has left you disarmed to the open way that Eddie loves you, the only way he knows how.

“I know, I know,” he murmurs to your cheek, the roll of his hips a steady, torturous rhythm, drawing long whines from the back of your throat. Eddie’s big hand covers your forehead, pushing sweaty stray hairs away, rubbing your eyebrow with his thumb. The other is tucked under your back, helping you to arch sweetly so the head of his cock can find the spot at the back of your pussy that claims you, makes you desperate for him, with each heavy thrust. His brown eyes are sympathetic to your whimpers, proud of you for taking everything he has to give, even when it feels like your heart will beat out of your chest. “It’s always just a little too much for my sweet girl, mm? Still not used to being touched right.” He sighs, gives you a little pout with shining eyes. “I left you waiting too long for me, didn’t I?”

“Eddie,” you cry, fingers digging into his back, arms and legs wrapped tight around him as if he might leave if you let him loose. It’s perfect like this, his body weighing down on yours. You are too warm, your lungs protesting the lack of space to expand, but you can feel Eddie’s skin against every part of you. Any time you want, you can reach up to tuck some of his hair back off his sweaty neck. You do, earning yourself a perfect Eddie smile and a kiss from soft lips. The taste of his mouth, familiar to you now, makes your body clench around him, arms and legs around his torso, your weeping cunt around his cock. Nothing is like this, nothing is so perfectly overwhelmingly right.

“Oh, I felt that,” he smiles, breath spreading across your face at his chuckle. “Remember the first time you let me inside you? Wanted to be bent over and fucked, like you’re used to, mm?” Your toes curl in embarrassment, wanting to hide your face from him but there’s nowhere to go with his gentle hand holding you in place. You are left with your watering eyes, his pretty face blurring until you just about manage to blink the tears away. “It’s better like this, isn’t it?” He presses kisses down your nose, across your cheek to the corner of your mouth, sighing happily. “It’s better when we make love?”

You seize up, crying out, your back arching further as if you could get any closer to him. Eddie fucks you through the desperate clenching of your cunt, each hit to the spongy nerves of your spot building your pleasure past what should have been its peak. Your hand drifts up his back, grasping his neck from behind, fingers flexing and pulling at his pale skin enough that there will be dark bruises there tomorrow.

At the heavy sob that falls from your mouth, Eddie lets you up, wrapping a hand around the back of your head to help you bury your face in his neck.

Eddie hums as you come down, hips moving in tight circles like he’s just trying to get deeper while you weep into his skin. Your lungs feel increasingly restrained, little gasping breaths between wails, still confined between Eddie’s body and the mattress. “C’mon,” he says, leaning down to kiss your temple, rubbing below your ear with his thumb. “Let me see you. Need your pretty eyes to make me come.”

You feel him twitch inside you when he settles you back into his pillows, blinking up at him, finally letting the tears fall. The first time Eddie made you cry like this, overwhelmed at the intensity of feeling for him and all he does to you, you were afraid he would slow down, that it would ruin it for him.

He’d licked the tears off your cheek and grunted through gritted teeth that nothing had ever made him so hot.

Eddie stares at you intensely now, mouth relaxed and open, letting out excited groans as his hips stutter, almost ready to fill you up. He could cum without your voice, like the others before him, but he is the first who deserves it.

“You treat me so well, Eddie,” you breathe, taking a shaky gasp at the sudden increase in the pace of his thrusts.

Eddie nods desperately, his bottom lip shaking. “‘M trying.”

“I know,” you nod in turn, grasping his face with your hands, whispering so he knows it is all only for him. “I’m so lucky, Eddie. You’re so good, so good. Better than anything when you make love to me.”

His lips find yours to kiss you, but you end up breathing in his final moan instead, feeling him fill you up right with pooling warmth. Your legs squeeze his back, your pussy gifting you another little peak, a grateful flutter for taking Eddie’s cum deep inside you.

Eddie drops entirely then, face pressed to the base of your neck. You groan a little, but allow yourself to caress his face, sweep his hair away from his sweaty forehead, hold it away from his heated neck. He presses a final wet kiss to your collar and rolls off you, finally allowing your protesting lungs the space to breathe properly.

It doesn’t last long. Without ceremony, your whole body is pulled towards him, leaving your face tight to his chest. It steals the fresh air of the room, replacing it with the humidity your bodies create this close together.

But it’s good. It’s better, because it smells like Eddie, feels like Eddie, and everything is better with him.

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fic #my stuff

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autismprotocol · 2 months

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TMAGP Theory Board ( EP 10)

Hi guys sorry for the late post I ended up drawing a lot for this update especially because it's the last one before the hiatus so wanted to give it a little more pizazz :D

What Happened in Episode 10: Saturday Night

Interview with Nigel Dickerson. The inccident report this week was all about Mr Bonzo. If you remember from last episode Nigel is the famous tv personality who created the character of Mr Bonzo. During this interview he recounts the rise and fall of Bonzo while being ominous and on edge the whole time. what I gathered from the interveiw is that Bonzo is either trapping Nigel or Bonzo and Nigel are linked somehow. (when he say "he won't let me leave" and refers to himself as "us") we also learn about the murders that are connected to the Bonzo suit, first by the serial killer Terrance Menki and very recently 3 unsolved murders. Nigel also mentioned that the actors who wore the Bonzo suit would be prone to injuries on set which is also really stange. Could be they were used as Bonzo's victims near his begining

Gwen meets Mr Bonzo. The other section of the episode dealing with Bonzo is when Gwen goes to Nigel's house on her first assignment as the Externals Liason. So turns out Bonzo is maybe a hitman for the OIAR! Also, big thing Mr Bonzo is atually alive and is introduced with some kind of practice almost resembling a ritual. I heard somone mention they think Bonzo is an avatar of the Stranger and I can definitely see this. I'd love to hear if anyone else has a theory for what entity Bonzo may be connected to.

The Return of Colin. Colin isn't dead!! Shocking absolutley everyone Colin is still kicking. a few episodes ago he was sent on mental health leave by Lena after his parnoia caused him to mentally snap. Celia sees him while on break and they have a short convorsation. Colin tells Celia that he need to figure out the computers. also big thing Colin is back without the permission of Lena. It will be interesting to see what hes looking for and if he'll continue to sneak behind Lena's back.

Sam and Alice's Adventures into the Institute. Probaly the biggest development lore-wise was Sams and Alice investigating the ruins of the Magnus Institute. They don't find much (but I'm still am gonna talk about it for awhile) Alice mentions that there were weird carvings in the floor which she later equates to the worms on the ground. If you are a Archives listener hearing about worms in the archives starts seting off all kinds of alarms. This means in this universe the Jane Prentiss attack still happens, which is especcially iteresting because If I'm not mistaken in TMA the worm attack happened spesiffically to mark Jon with the corruption. Was Jon ever part of the institute? or if not Jon there must have been an archivist role in this Magnus Institute that would require Jane to attack it.

ERROR and the Tape Recorders so far in protocol we have been listening to the characters through either the computers or though their phones. But during the last few minutes we here the click of a tape recorder. and TMA fans around the world rejoiced. The magnus archives is entirley told through tape recordings and are a tool used by the web (spesifically the avatar Annabelle Cane) does this mean Annabelle made it to this universe? or it could also signal the presense of Jon (since the tape recorders are linked to him) Alice and Sam investigate the archivist office looking for a place for the key when the floor collapes and Sam drops the key. After some Sam and Alice banter, they leave but the recorder stays running we then hear the scraping sound and some shutterd breathing. This is when I highly suggest going through the transcript after listening to an episode becuase they specifically what were hearing and who is breathing.

I included the snippet from the transcript that pinpoints every not verbal sound we hear

water from the pit under the archives is disturbed

thud on wood then a rattle of a padlock

Key being dragged across the wood then fumbled into a lock that clicks open

trapdoor opens and ERROR imerges

ERROR takes 3 breaths

ERROR has been used before for redacting the roles played by Johnny, Alex and Tim (aka the voices of FR3-d1) during the cast anouncements for protocol. This makes me think that ERROR must be someone from the Archives universe my running theory is that it is a entity that houses Jon, Martin and Jonah's souls or consiounous. but It could literally be anyone. I'm also thinking ERROR has been locked in the tunnels under the archives (Mentioned in TMA)

And thats about Everything! plese let me know your thoughts or if you wanna correct me on any mistakes :)

Also I would love to know if you guys would prefer this style of post where I illustrate moments and scenes from each episode? it would probably delay when I'm able to post the breakdowns but I'd love to know if you guys perfer that format over the less illustrated one.

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messyoungie · 3 months

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my favorite study tips i’ve received 📓🩰🖇️✦

it’s not about setting a time to begin your studies, it’s more effective to set a time you wish to have all your work done by.

invest in a whiteboard. trust me, it makes everything so much more fun.

need help getting motivated? do one to three small and quick tasks you consider productive before sitting down to study. that’ll motivate you to do your work since you’re already on a roll.

you don’t have to see the workday as 12 hours. a lot of us feel like when we mess up early on in the day, the day is ruined and the only time we’ll get to try again is tomorrow. that’s not true, so stop seeing a day as one long period of time and start thinking of it in terms of halves or quarters. you procrastinated all morning? that’s okay, there are still so many quarters of the day left. quarter one was a fail, sure, but that doesn’t mean quarter two, three, and so forth have to be.

this one shifted my mindset: I was told to see studying and the knowledge I’d gain from it like a muscle. if you use it— practicing equations, working on problems, doing assignments —it’ll grow stronger. if you don’t, it’ll weaken. in other words, don’t think of studying as something you have to do. think of it as practicing your knowledge to make it stronger.

if you have a dictionary in your home, find it, keep it within reach, and actively use it. drop the habit of googling words, it may be quicker but getting used to using a dictionary will not only help you learn the words you had in mind but will also expose you to words you had no idea existed. a simple but great way to start expanding your vocabulary.

after you’ve already completed the mandatory studying and homework, try studying without using technology. it can be fun and is a great way to challenge what you know if most of your studies depend on devices. challenge yourself once in a while to have a completely offline study session as a way of having a refreshing session.

don’t study until you get it right study until you can’t get it wrong. use free online practice work sheets and questions to help you be sure in your knowledge.

have a mini routine before you dive into your study session. like how people have a morning routine, make it a habit to maybe put your hair up, apply chapstick, and fill a mug with your favorite drink before you study. anything that’ll tell you that it’s now officially study time.

if planners seem too confining and strict but keeping all your assignments in your head is overwhelming, opt for an assignment tracker. keep a notebook to write down every single assignment you receive and it’s due date to easily overview and keep track of them all.

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iridescentmirrorsgenshin · 3 months

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no thoughts just comparing the deliberate parallels between the concerned comments layla, faruzan and paimon make to kaveh which are used to contextualise alhaitham’s comments to kaveh during a parade of providence

In the desert, layla who previously had issues with dealing with anxieties, received dubious advice from kaveh about equating worries to that of a sickness for that which is no cure, therefore you have to let its run its course

Layla reveals that this advice isn’t suitable for her, since the cause for her anxiety was solely because she didn’t have a clear goal for herself. She states that therefore, if this advice is something kaveh adheres to, then this is ultimately worse for him, as kaveh claims to have a set goal - as in, he wants to win the interdarshan chanpionship.

She notes that kaveh seems conflicted, and that this could stem from some inner sadness which he suppresses with a façade of happiness.

This points to kaveh’s internal conflict being between that of his guilt complex brought about by his perceived involvement in his father’s passing, and his genuine desire to help others at the cost of himself. Kaveh cannot balance the two in ways that will allow him to prioritise his own needs and desires

Kaveh’s internal conflict is pointed out later on in the same quest by Faruzan, who highlights kaveh’s title as a genius being incongruous with his problem solving abilities after kaveh passes out in the desert due to giving his food and water to the disturbed foxes and going out of his way to lead them to safety, putting himself at risk and jeopardising his place in the competition

However, Kaveh states that his title of a genius has nothing to do with this situation, and although he admits it wasn’t the most practical solution, it was dually his conscience that ultimately caused him to act and perceivably the guilt that would come from not attempting to help

After the second round comes to a close and faruzan inadvertently informs alhaitham of kaveh’s “tribulations”, the player gets to hear alhaitham’s reactions to kaveh’s decision through kaveh, as kaveh and alhaitham have discussed the events in the desert offscreen

Paimon points out that this is definitely ‘something’ alhaitham would say due to the blunt manner of speaking and the dryness of his words - this contextualises how kaveh receives them, as personal goading

When looking past this and focussing on alhaitham’s actual words, the real meaning can be found, and it is even a point in this scene that paimon offers the exact same comments, drawing direct parallels between her and alhaitham’s words, and therefore establishing the same concerns

Alhaitham points out kaveh’s unreliable problem solving abilities being incongruous with his title as a senior - directly paralleling faruzan’s comments in which she highlighted how kaveh’s decision making abilities were at odds with his title as a genius

As well as this, alhaitham alludes to kaveh’s guilt complex being the reason why he exerts himself for others at his own expense - which is a point that the traveller and paimon directly follow up on

Kaveh responds to their questioning amicably despite the sensitive nature of the conversation, just as he did when faruzan pointed out kaveh’s problematical decision making, and this is because of their apparent concern rather than actively seeking offence, with paimon protesting when kaveh asks: “don’t tell me you think i have serious personality flaws, too?” With the ‘too’ clearly referencing alhaitham and the conversation the two had prior to the traveller and paimon turning up

Kaveh can understand the concern in others’ words when they question his problem solving skills and the sense of his inner conflict stemming from guilt, however, when alhaitham makes the same comments, kaveh sees this as a form on animosity and personal critique

Because of alhaitham’s manner of communication and kaveh’s apparent distrust of alhaitham, the two cannot reach a mutual understanding - despite alhaitham expressing the same concerns as three separate characters within this quest

It is telling then that when kaveh gleans an otherwise unseen meaning in alhaitham’s words is when alhaitham changes his method of communication and directly, and intimately, addresses kaveh by using a script that only the two are privy to

Kaveh still doesn’t wholly understand alhaitham’s meaning, but the switch up in communication method is enough for kaveh to question alhaitham’s sincerity and not attribute it to alhaitham mocking him

Kaveh continues questioning the cause for this throughout the remainder of the event, being seen to question why alhaitham left the notes for him and whether if it was a coincidence or not. He concludes that it wasn’t a coincidence and then states “then…”, inferably questioning why alhaitham left the notes for him and what the meaning of his words were, in a script only kaveh would understand. Additionally, kaveh mentions wanting to ask alhaitham what the meaning of his notes were when at dinner after the closing of the interdarshan championship, as the uncertain meaning of his words has seemingly left a profound effect on him

Alhaitham changing his manner of communication, which kaveh usually perceives as negative, causes kaveh to question alhaitham’s sincerity, and therefore causes doubt in whether alhaitham is patronising him or not. This in turn can cast obscurity over kaveh’s assertion that alhaitham holds “disdain” for him due to Alhaitham’s expression of concern which kaveh cannot perceive due to the abrasiveness of his words. Alhaitham conveying his concern in a roundabout way only allows for kaveh to misinterpret him, which kaveh perceives as “disdain”.

A parade of providence establishes the cause for the rift in alhaitham and kaveh’s relationship mainly to be perpetual misunderstanding in communication, and sets out to propose a solution being that a change of communication.

By using a language that only the two of them know shows that for kaveh to fully understand his meaning, alhaitham must meet kaveh on his own terms when it comes to communication - the two must be on equal and frank level. this could allow a potential rebuilding of intimacy the two once shared when initially learning the language, and thus overcome the idea of “mutual disdain” which kaveh asserts due to his fundamental misunderstanding of alhaitham which alhaitham seems to reinforce with his typical language

(Update: For more analyses like this, the essay this is taken from is now uploaded! It can be accessed here and here as as a pdf <3)

#haikaveh #kavetham #alhaitham #kaveh #a parade of providence #okay this is a condensed point from The Essay so yes there are several layers missing #i will talk about kavehs altruism and alhaithams egoism i promise!!#also i just think its interesting that kaveh and alhaithams arc in this event centres around miscommunication and understanding #not that the two should empathise with each other but that they should embrace and accept their differences #as in they should ultimately be companions to one another #kaveh’s hangout is PIVOTAL to this!!#which is why i stand firm in the belief that a parade of providence is kaveh’s story quest #also forever thinking about kaveh being fixated on that gay ass note #fellas is it gay to share notes in a language only the two of you know?#and how he finally got to ask alhaitham at the end of the event once alhaitham set out to find him after returning from the desert #of which he only went to in the first place for kavehs sake #im chewing my teeth

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Are you willing to make a long personal post about how Math should be presented in an educational environment or in general conversation trying to convince the other participants about its daily usage. How it can advance a person’s problem-solving skills and approach in life.

I’m really good in Mathematics. I’ve given help for my classmates and friends about Math when they are having trouble or ask for it. But I have never been convinced of its importance outside of the classroom, outside of the test papers that gives me the variables to substitute in the given equation of that test of the day.

How can Math and it’s many properties relate back to everyday life in a casual manner?

Hm. Well, as someone who hasn't had to solve an antiderivative in years, my perspective on this is that the most important and widely-applicable skill math can teach you is the stuff behind the math - mostly the muscle-memory you get from proofs.

Math is, at its core, puzzles and logic and pattern-recognition. You learn a set of tools, you practice those tools on a set of simple problems until you get a feel for them, you are presented with a bigger problem, you recall which tools best applied to problems that are shaped like this, you break the problem down using your tools and eventually reduce it to something you know how to solve.

The fact of the matter is, the tools that are specific to branches of math don't really have much widespread use outside pure mathematics, and unless you go out of your way to keep using them you're likely to lose track of them. Studying math is not going to turn you into a super-calculator-wizard who can bounce stuff off the walls at perfect angles and do six-figure arithmetic in seconds, and I think some people feel overwhelmed at the assumption that that's what's expected of them if they learn math, and some other people feel cheated when they learn that that's absolutely not going to happen, because most writers don't know math and when they tell stories with math in them their best guess is it makes you a wizard.

I think the most advanced math I've used lately was trigonometry, and that was just because I was curious about how fast my plane was traveling relative to the sun's apparent movement at my latitude. We were flying back to the US from Iceland and we'd taken off at sunset, and we had been in that sunset for at least an hour by the time I got curious how the math worked out and started estimating our latitude, the circumference of the slice of the earth at that latitude, and correspondingly how fast we were flying vs how fast it was spinning to complete a full rotation in 24 hours. But even if the math involved didn't tap into any of the higher-level stuff I'd learned post-trig, those years doing proofs and figuring out which tools applied to which geometry meant that I could use the tools and my training applying those tools to calculate what I wanted to know, and confirm that our plane was actually outflying the sun when we were at iceland latitude, but as we curved south the sun's apparent relative movement (aka the rotational speed of that latitude of the earth) slowly accelerated until we were falling behind, landing right as the sun finally set. The math involved was high school level, but if I'd been given that problem in high school it would've taken more work and more stress to figure out how the tools I had needed to be applied to the problem I was facing. The years of practice I had tackling much more complicated proofs made the diagnostic process much faster.

I saw someone once analogize studying math to lifting weights. Where am I going to use this in real life? How often will I really be faced with two dumbbells that need to be lifted in three sets of twenty? Where am I going to apply the skill of holding a heavy thing straight out to one side of my body?

You don't lift weights because lifting weights is such a valuable and widely-applicable skillset, you do it because lifting weights makes you better at lifting everything.

You don't study math because math is going to fill your daily life with concepts that you need to prove true for 1 and for n+1 given true for n, or complex solids that you need to sum an approximate volume for, or a surplus of sunset plane flights that demand you calculate a bunch of cosines. You study math because it is the skillset of making things make sense. It trains you to break a huge, incomprehensible problem down into a series of small problems you already know how to solve. It lets you reach true and correct conclusions by starting from facts and transforming them through operations that preserve truth, and correspondingly that if you reach a false conclusion from these methods, then either the methods are flawed or the initial assumption is not as true as you believed. It teaches you to put two and two together and be confident, once you've double-checked your work, that you can say four.

This is stuff I use all the time in both my video research and my freeform writing. Building out a slow picture of how a story was told or changed over time involves finding the context it was created in, and reverse-engineering what parts of that context could have produced what standout portions of the story - what authorial or cultural bias results in this standout story element. Worldbuilding where I take two wildly disparate parts of the world, put them together and see what web of implications springs out of combining them, following the threads to new and interesting concepts that follow from what I've already established. Building a character arc by breaking down exactly what events are happening to them and what transformation each component will apply to the underlying character. If I want the story to go in a certain direction, what transformations do I need to apply to make that happen while still preserving truth? If I'm faced with a seemingly insurmountable problem, what methods can I use to break it down into bite-sized pieces?

This isn't something I think about most of the time. It's just how my brain works at this point, and I can't promise it'd work for anyone else. But thanks to all my years of hard work and training, my brain has been buff enough to solve every problem I've tangled with since graduation, and that feels pretty good.

#asks #not aurora

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Reward | Leo Valdez

Summary: Reader has had enough to worry about without her boyfriend coming to ask her for help with a homework assignment.

based on this request

Warnings: Language, Aged-up, fluff, making out like constantly, very slight angst, readers bad at math (cuz i'm bad at math and i cant fake it for the fic)

Word Count: 1.8k

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"You want me to help you?" A quizzical look befell your face as you look up from your spot under the shaded tree. You sat by the edge of the lake, you were taking a quick break hiding from the younger campers who wanted to train with you as you were a crowd favorite with the new arrivals. You just needed a recharge, a moment away from the energy that overexerted you. "Of all people?"

Leo rolled his eyes, "Who else?"

You snorted, "Cabin 6 is that way." You pointed and nodded your head in the direction of the Goddess of Wisdom's cabin, filled with the brightest minds and much better options to help Leo with his current request.

"C'mon baby, please?" Your boyfriend pouted and lowered his chin to gain your favor with his golden brown eyes that, you were afraid to admit, made you weak.

"But I'm tired and I want to take a nap, using my brain will probably kill me at this point."

He knelt with outreached hands, you allowed him to hold both of your palms in his own, you should have known better. He used his strength to pull you up from the ground and brought you to his chest, his hands settled on your hips.

Instinctively you looped your arms around his neck and rolled your head to the right, tilted perfectly for him to mold his lips to yours. And he did, pecking chaste kisses onto your lips, pleading with you to join him in Bunker 9.

"I suppose I could be persuaded," You nudged your nose against his.

~~~

The moment you arrived inside the bunker and saw his work table, normally filled with scattered tools and mechanical pieces that were in the process of being fixed or tweaked, was now littered with papers.

Leo's homework was divided into five different sections that had their respective piles. "By some miracle, I finished everything else, now all I'm missing is this." He reveals papers that were held behind his back.

"Math." You skim the equations on the document in your hands, nothing on this page was anything you would be able to help him with.

The smirk on his face made you glare at him and fold your arms stubbornly, "Yup," Leo rolled two chairs over to the desk that felt like your new timeout spot.

"Honestly, I feel like I shouldn't be subjected to torture because you decided to take courses over the summer."

"What happened to 'you die, I die'?" He reiterated the phrase you had spoken to him as a sort of mantra during the war. Your jaw dropped at the use of them being thrown back in your face and quickly shut it close.

"In the face of war!" You exclaimed and shrugged it off, "Just for that, you can die alone."

"I did, it wasn't my vibe," He twirled a strand of your hair, and let it fall back into place, stepping back with a hand on his hip leaning the other on the table. "Aren't you testy today?"

"It's been a day, the kids were hard to gather and once I had them riled up they wanted to learn this specific trick they've seen me do but how many times can I let them down gently and tell them they need to learn the basics- drills that they've repeated hundreds of times, that some still aren't getting and will possibly die if they get caught by a monster if they don't get-" You inhale deeply, "So what do I do? I let them learn the hard way to get it through their heads that it's not as simple as it looks and I've only managed after years of fucking practice. And you know what?"

"What?" You wanted to smack the amused smirk off of Leo's pretty face.

"They didn't pick it up like I knew they wouldn't, now they hate me but still wanna train with me because they still want me to teach them. My body is sore, I'm tired and I hate you for making me do homework," You pout.

He approaches you with caution, slowly caressing your cheeks in his hands, he presses his lips against yours that were currently being smushed together by his hands. It was a quick but meaningful kiss, only for him to say "I'm going to fail if I don't get this done."

"Leo!" You push him away from you. "What the hell do you mean, you're going to fail, you've been cooped up in here all summer!"

A sheepish smile and pink-dusted cheeks appear at your sudden outburst, he chuckles nervously knowing he just put the cherry on top of your already bad day. "I've been behind on a couple of assignments and I've finished most of them already, I'm mostly caught up"

"Mostly?" You were going to strangle him. You haven't spent much time together lately because of his homework. He decided to take summer classes to get ahead, and he's been busy ever since. You were constantly teaching the younger campers, and helping out around camp, whether in the infirmary or setting up activities to keep busy and you loved it but you missed your boyfriend.

"But Nyssa had this project she'd been working on and I couldn't help it."

You rolled your eyes and sighed, you couldn't be upset with him- not completely, you understood how hard it was for Leo to stay focused on a task that wasn't something he could physically tinker with, but there had been moments where you wanted to just be with him in his presence and you stopped yourself from going to him knowing that you'd only be a distraction.

"I promise this is the only one left," He takes your hand and leads you to sit on a chair then sits in another one next to you.

"I'm so annoyed with you right now," You snatch the paper and look over the equations.

An hour and a half into the 50-question work packet, you and Leo moved to the mattress lifted by wooden pallets used for shipping crates. 36 out of 50 equations were done, with work shown, Leo had barely any trouble working on it as he was naturally good with numbers you weren't sure you were needed at all.

You solved a couple for him when he got bored and started leaving trails of kisses from your cheek to your neck and shoulder, you were sure the answer was right and took a break, though when he pulled out of his dazed and loving state he looked over it and kissed you deeply.

"What was that for?" You asked in a whisper.

"A reward," He held your chin with his forefinger and thumb, pecking your cheek. "For helping me with my homework."

"Well, if I don't help you get this done, who will?"

"Malcolm and I are pretty tight," Leo has a deep stare on your lips, his thumb swipes your swollen bottom lip. "You've also got eight of them wrong, Mi Amor."

"I did nine of them," You did the math- that you weren't good at in your head, piecing together that you indeed sucked. "Why'd you ask me to help you, if you knew that I couldn't do math."

"I wanted to be around you, it's been a while since we've been alone." He toys with the bracelet he gifted you on your first anniversary, five charms for the five years you've been together since you confessed your feelings at age 17 after the war ended. You met at age 15 when Annabeth brought him to camp, and the rest is history.

"I'm still annoyed at you, you know, just because I've let you kiss me a couple of times doesn't mean-" He cuts you off with another kiss like earlier, catching you off-guard, intense and full of feeling. You immediately kiss back, not having the willpower to not, succumb to the charms he begrudgingly has on you.

You deepen the kiss by entangling your hands in his hair pulling his impossibly closer, it was a synchronized dance at first, the years of being used to the pattern of each other's kiss being shown in the heavy minutes of your mouths moving together in passion. It soon became heated, teeth clashing, tongues moving sloppily, mouths chasing each other after breaking apart two seconds at a time for breath.

Leo gently laid you on your back, breaking apart to take off his shirt, the moment it slipped off you brought him down to you, he fit perfectly between your legs. You gasp at the sensation of him grinding against you. He parts his lips from yours, to which you whine softly. He licks a stripe from your neck to your jaw and sucks until he's satisfied with the way you sigh and rock your body up and clutching onto the blades on his shoulders on his back.

He repeats licking, sucking, and kissing soft kisses as an apology for the spots he bit until you were sore.

You pull away from him and flip your bodies so that you are on top, you grab his wrists and pin them to the top of the pillows to see his reaction and wanting to be in control for a while. You gave him the same treatment and brought your body lower so that you could kiss all over his chest and back up.

You sat up to breathe fresh air, straddling him and releasing his hands only for him to intertwine his hands with yours and play with your fingers. He bucks his hips up playfully, and you jump slightly, your eyes widen for a second, and your lips turn up in a grin.

"You've gotten better at not... you know," You hint at the control Leo's gained with his fire powers. Heated makeouts like this were often interrupted by the smell of smoke or his skin feeling feverish.

He lets go of your hands and places his larger hands on your hips, you ignore the butterflies that flutter in your heart and stomach at the way he rubs up your waist and hips. "My hair was steaming earlier, I was hoping you didn't notice, thankfully you didn't or this would've been awkward."

"It's not awkward when that happens Leo, it's a little funny, to be honest, part of the reason why I love you." You tell him earnestly, "Nothing's awkward with you, you're my best friend."

"I love you," Leo responds with unwavering eyes on yours. "I'm sorry for the time we lost."

"It's okay, we were just making up for it."

~~~

holy gods, I haven't read this series in forever

I feel like it's a crime to admit I haven't read the new book yet, i'm rereading the series and waiting for the episodes to come out before i watch the show so im going in timeline order... just wanted to let y'all know. oh, and also i haven't fully read the trials of apollo which i know has info on where the HoO people are at in their lives that i'm not aware of...

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best-overplayed-song · 10 months

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As someone who never understood the hype around Take Me To Church and keeps forgetting that song even exists, can I ask the fans what exactly it is you like about that song? Because my current hypothesis is that yall were around 14 when it came out and music just hits different when you're 14. What else is there to like, genuinely

I try to stay unbiased here but Hozier is one of the only musicians I allow myself to be pretentious about, so before i info dump about why i love take me to church here's some other hozier songs you should give a shot:

francesca [i'd go through hell again just to hold you one more time], nina cried power [song about activism and black activists], swan upon leda [about the violence of colonialism, misogyny, and religious bigotry], eat your young [about the violence of war, capitalism, and generational trauma], movement, to noise making (sing), shrike, NFWMB [sexy], sunlight

anyway take me to church is so much more than just “loving you is like church”. he starts off by telling us how happy his lover makes him, despite constantly being told by The Church he was born sick and his happiness is a result of sinful behavior. he rejects the religion being forced on him, because unlike christianity, his church doesn't force him to accept absolution to reach heaven ("my church offers no absolutes / she tells me, 'worship in the bedroom' / the only heaven I'll be sent to / is when i'm alone with you"). the last two lines of the first verse-- "i was born sick, but i love it / command me to be well"-- questions why a god would create us to be inherently sick only to punish us for being sick.

i see the the chorus as a smart-ass comparison of his relationship to christianity. The Church expects him to blindly worship their lies and confess his sins, which he knows will be used against him ("take me to church / i'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies / i'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife"), but he's supposed to accept this and devote his life to God so he can get to heaven ("offer me that deathless death / oh good god, let me give you my life"). by offering to do this for his lover, he's equating their love to religion.

in the second verse, he reiterates that he worships his lover with a metaphor ("if i'm a pagan of the good times / my lover's the sunlight"). the subtle remark of referring to the ancient practice of paganism as "the good times" comments on the colonization and forced conversion of ireland by christian england, which criminalized paganism. immediately after stating how his lover demands a sacrifice, he hungrily eyes the high horse The Church sits on, and questions what power they have over him and his people ("that's a fine lookin' high horse / what you got in the stable? / we've a lot of starving faithful"). this could also be a reference to the irish potato famine, which was not a result of drought, but of english lords forcing the irish to turn over their entire crop to send to england.

then we get the most poetic description of sex i've ever heard: "no masters or kings when the ritual begins / there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin / in the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene / only then, i am human / only then, i am clean". fuck man

a lot of gay people with religious trauma love this song bc of everything i described above. also, it's a fuckin banger.

and yes i was 14 when it came out. what about it

#asks #song propaganda #hozier

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doumadono · 7 months

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I just wanna know why so many adult mha smut creators say they age up minors as if it justifies their attraction to them. Would you say it's okay to age up Eri too?

Ah, aging-up fictional characters, my favorite controversial topic! ♥ You know, I was low-key anticipating an anon to drop this kind of question, sooner nor later (what a pity you didn't have balls to come off-anon tho!). I've had my fair share of childish anons before, and trust me, those went straight into the digital dumpster. But hey, this time, I've decided to lay it all out on the table, crystal clear 🙅‍

You know, I've done it all – murder, rape, summoned demons, even glorified Satan and had several children killed in my stories. But guess what? Not a single pair of handcuffs in sight! 😎 And don't get me started on the horror section at any bookstore - it's like a buffet of dreadful deeds.

Let's be real, the purity police can take a hike. There's something oddly fishy about the fact that fanfic, mostly crafted by awesome writers, gets the brunt of the criticism or some ridiculous accusations, especially the smutty bits, while the gruesome stuff gets a free pass 🤷

Look, folks, it's all about context. Fiction is a realm where creativity knows no bounds, right? So, if I want to age-up a character for a mature storyline, I'll go for it 🤷 Look, it's all a part of the creative process. Fiction is like a playground where we can swing from the monkey bars of imagination, right? Aging-up fictional characters is a common practice in creative communities, and it's important to remember that these characters exist solely within the realm of fiction - they are not real, so it doesn't hurt them in any single way. It allows creators to explore different scenarios and relationships without crossing any ethical boundaries :) Also! Aging-up characters isn't some sneaky scheme to write "inappropriate" content about youngsters. It's about taking characters you adore or find fascinating and giving them a new lease on life. It's like those college AU fanfics for characters in their late 30s or kidfic for full-grown adults. It's all about exploring different phases of their lives. So, whether it's smutty or not, the essence remains the same 😎 You see, the whole "aging-up" thing in fanfic/fanart is just common sense. We're not into the whole "let's sexualize kids" scene, so we gracefully turn our characters into adults. It's all about creating content featuring responsible, grown-up folks. And let's get real, if reading about something meant you were all in on it, then every mystery novel reader out there would have to be either an undercover detective nor a murderer 😎 So let's dial down the judgment and just enjoy our creative freedom, shall we?

But you know, trying to equate aging-up with things like grooming/pedophilia is like saying eating a banana is the same as piloting a spaceship because they're both hands-on activities. Let's keep our perspective here, folks, and not get too carried away with the terminology 😂

If you don’t want to read those stories (containing aged-up characters/dark content/smut with aged-up characters) - then don’t read them - problem solved!

Oh, how times have changed, my friend! Back in the day, I used to let all those comments and anonymous hate bring me down. But guess what? I've evolved, and I've got news for the critics: I write what I want to write, and nobody's gonna tell me otherwise. I've got this little thing called free will, and I'm not about to hand it over to anyone who thinks they can dictate what I should or shouldn't put on paper. If that means ruffling a few feathers, so be it. I've shed my tear-soaked days and embraced the fact that I couldn't care less about those sensitive souls who can't handle a bit of fiction. So, to all you "snowflakes" out there, if you're trying to stifle my creativity, good luck, because I'm just going to crank up the heat and write even smuttier storylines with aged-up characters! Thanks for the encouragement, dear Nonnie – you've only fueled my fire! 🔥😎 I might even consider writing some very dark-themed fic with aged-up Eri, why not! 😈

Oh, hey Anon! Quick question for you. Have you ever picked up a Stephen King book? You know, the master of horror and suspense? Well, if you have, you might've noticed that he doesn't shy away from some pretty explicit content, and not just with adults. Sometimes he writes about kids too, and they're sometimes off legal age as well! Surprise, surprise. You can stroll into a bookstore, grab a book off the shelf, and guess what? There's a good chance that some of those books contain content that would make a sailor blush! Yet, the world isn't collapsing because of it. The point is, even in mainstream literature, you'll find situations that might make you raise an eyebrow. So, let's not throw stones at age-up fiction creators when the literary giants sometimes walk on the same edge, right? 😏

In the conclusion, if you've got a problem with aging-up fictional characters, dear Nonnie, you might want to take a chill pill and remember that it's all just a bit of fun in the end ♥ Well, you know what would truly make my day? If you took the liberty to hit that "block" button with glee and gracefully vanished from my interactions. And if, by some chance, you decide to stick around, don't hold your breath for a response. I'll be too busy conjuring up some fiery, smutty tales featuring Bakugo or Shoto or any other character I like to bother with your, shall we say, less-than-enlightening queries. But hey, chin up, pal – here's a little nugget of wisdom from your "older and wiser" friend: go get a life. It's an absolute game-changer 😜 I'm tagging some content creators who write dark fics or use aged-up characters and might face similar anons/anon hate: @mrskokushibo @ectologia @kyojurismo @bakubunny

#aged up characters #asked and answered #anonymous #go get a life #your ask made my day though #I'v been waiting for so long for an anon like you! ♥#i'm being sarcastic

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I have a silly idea :3

imagine Mabel recounting the “accident with the leaf blower” to the reader, who then proceeds to make sure Ford isn’t around and tells her about the “kissing practice robot” incident from high school (which they witnessed) if you don’t know what I mean watch the land before swine commentary video

meanwhile Ford is down in the basement and suddenly stops what he’s doing and is like “I feel a disturbance in the force.”

A/N: Oh my god the kissing bot is so iconic, Ford is such a dork for that one lol. Hope I met your expectations with this one , its been a while since I've written something more lighthearted. Thanks for the request!

Contents: Mabel and Reader spilling tea, talks about kissing and romance and other sappy things. Ford x Reader more implied than anything. Short and fun.

Word count: 500

You know something is wrong because Mabel isn't smiling, Mabel is always smiling. She walks through the gift shop door and goes straight to sit on the counter next to you with a big sigh.

“Alright, spill it, sunshine.” You say with a small smile, putting down the book you'd been reading in order to give her your full attention.

She looks up at you with big round eyes. “I dunno… The date went well, he even kissed me!” You gasp in pretend shock and that gets a small giggle out of her. “I know right?! But like… It felt weird! It wasn’t bad! Just weird… maybe I need more practice…”

That makes you laugh as you prop yourself near the checkout; “Mabel, darling, kissing isn't really some equation you can figure out, maybe he just wasn't the right person.”

She lets out another big sigh, but you can tell is more resigned and hopefull this time. “Yeah, I guess… Besides, I really don't want another leaf blower accident.”

You laugh again, Mabel has that charm. “The what accident now?”

“Oh my gosh, I never told you?! It's so embarrassing; I was obsessed with that boy, who turned out to be a bunch of gnomes by the way, and I wanted our first kiss to be perfect, so I stuck a photo of him on a leaf blower on suction made and used it to practice.” When she said that, both of you started to laugh so hard tears formed in your eyes. “I-t left like this huge bruise on my face!”

You lean your head on the table, trying to stop laughing, but the mental image of Mabel with a leaf blower stuck to her face is too much.

“Oh gosh you're just like your grunkle!” You say in-between wheezing.

“Wait which one?” Mabel asked, rubbing the tears off her eyes.

“Okay so…” You began, looking around just to check Ford wasn’t near. “Your Grunkle Ford, back in high school he built this robot…” You look around again, holding back laughter and bringing down your voice. “It was this mannequin head with a rubix cube for a mouth and it had an alarm that wouldn’t stop playing until he…” And you did quotation marks with your hands. “...kissed it right.”

And you both started laughing all over again. “That's so dorky oh my gosh!”.

“Right!? He's such a nerd.” You say, and there's a softness to it that eases Mabel's worries about romance all together. “It fell from his locker once and it started blasting the darn alarm! He couldn’t go anywhere for a week after that without people mimicking kissing noises. It was gross.” You chuckle and sigh, sitting back down on your stool. “Compared to that, a leaf blower is no big deal!”

“Compared to what?” Says a third voice.

You and Mabel snap your heads, seeing Ford standing on the doorway behind the vending machine.

Crap.

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adidastain · 5 months

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motion and momentum

college matt stone x fem reader (y/n)

warnings: smut (vaginal penetration, fingering, handjobs), body worship (ish?)

notes: first person perspective (I, me, my, etc.), small disclaimer: the physics in this are based off of what i remember (i did not pay attention in that class at all) so bear with me i had to do some extra research

word count: 6921

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I could have finished these notes nine hours ago. I could have finished studying for this stupid test (which I was going to redo) nine hours ago. But I wasn’t. All ‘cause I couldn’t keep my eyes off of my tutor the entire time he read from the textbook.

It was nearing December, so my physics professor kept giving us these little practice tests in order to prepare for the final exam. I guess all the studying that we had to do would help us in the end, but it fucking sucked. Now that the weather was changing, the Sun set earlier and earlier. The large library that Matt and I usually studied in had large glass windows that let in plenty of golden light in the late afternoon nowadays. It was nice. The only problem was that it had become an enormous distraction from the tutoring and had caused me to pay more than enough attention to my tutor himself.

Now I was stuck in my dorm, damning myself for not paying attention beforehand. The stress of not being prepared for the test was keeping me from falling asleep, though I probably deserved it since it was my fault and my fault alone. It was way past curfew, meaning all major doors to get into the building were locked for the night. It was also storming heavily outside, and there had already been a number of times where the lights flickered on and off.

There was absolutely nothing I hated more than physics, except thunderstorms.

I thought about calling Matt and asking him to come over. He was in the same building as me; I remember that from that one time we studied together in his dorm on the weekend. That was yet another situation where I was desperate for his help at an outrageous time, but that was before I started crushing on him. Before I realized it, at least.

I did want to study; I needed to. But I also didn’t want to be alone. I wasn’t going to tell him that I was scared of the storm and the dark. He didn’t need to know that. So I called him.

“Hello?” a voice answered, deep and exasperated.

“Matt? It’s Y/N,” I said softly.

“I know,” He said. I could hear the grin in his voice. “You alright?”

“I’m fine,” I said. I stood up and started pacing around my room in slow steps. I felt nervous for some reason. “Just, um, stuck on some of these equations for motion.”

I heard Matt laugh slightly over the other line. “You’re studying?” he teased.

“I need your help,” I whined. I started to worry that he was going to turn me down. I’d had a pretty good feeling up until then.

“I can imagine,” He laughed. I felt my cheeks turn red.

“It’s not funny, Matt. I feel stupid,” I said. I rubbed my temples, staring at my feet on the floor.

“Alright, alright. You’re not stupid. Tell me what’s up,” he said, grunting slightly as I assumed he was getting out of bed.

“Can you come over?” I asked meekly, my voice lowering. I bit my lip and stared into space, waiting anxiously for his answer.

After a long pause, I heard him sigh and mumble something that the phone didn’t quite pick up. “I guess,” he said. “It’s kinda late.”

“I’m only downstairs,” I smiled, hoping to convince him. My floor was all girls, and the floor above, where his dorm was, was all boys. “I have snacks.”

I heard another soft sigh, before he obliged. “Okay. But if you don’t pay attention, I’m leaving,” He said. The sound of rustling came through the other line, making me assume that he was packing up his stuff. I loved the way his stern tone made me feel sometimes.

I bit back a grin. “Okay,” I said. “Make sure you bring your textbook.”

The dial tone rang in my ears before I could say “See you,” or anything like that. I felt kinda bad; maybe he was annoyed with me. He had every reason to be. I knew he’d help a few other underclassmen study sometimes too and there was no doubt that I was his most difficult pupil.

Pretty soon, Matt was at my door in a baggy gray T-shirt and some dark blue basketball shorts. Something about the way the fabric hung off his chest and shoulders was so easy on the eyes.

He had his bag with him and he set it down on the floor next to where I was sitting. He huffed as he lowered himself onto the shaggy rug, trying not to let himself crash into the ground. Matt’s eyes scanned me up and down, taking a moment to linger on my legs. I had a pair of short shorts on, so the entirety of both my legs were pretty much exposed for his viewing leisure.

Matt cleared his throat and sighed, pulling his textbook out from his bag. He came in, no “hi,” “hey,” nothing.

“Sorry for waking you up,” I said, setting my notebook in my lap with my legs crossed. My hair sat on my shoulders, still damp from the shower I took an hour earlier. Thinking about it, this was the first time he’d seen my hair down.

Matt looked at me, smiling slightly. I still worried that he was irritated with me, despite his calm, content manner. He looked tired. His short, curly hair was messy and his eyes looked a little puffy.

“It’s fine,” He said. “I wasn’t really sleeping anyway.”

His dainty fingers flipped through the textbook to land on a page with a bunch of different equations for calculated different parts of motion like speed, distance, and acceleration. Matt set the textbook down in front of us and scooted a little closer to me, taking a deep breath in before speaking.

“Are you still having a hard time with the variables?” He asked me, looking into my eyes. He often made eye contact when asking me questions when we studied, but now it felt so much more intense than it usually did. He had a stone cold expression on his face that made me feel small and intimidated.

“Yeah,” I squeaked. I’m struggling with the whole fucking thing.

Matt leaned closer, taking my notebook and turning it towards him. Our shoulders brushed together and our faces were closer than ever before. To keep myself from having a heart attack, I moved so that I was leaning back against the side of my bed, staying a good foot or two away from him.

He took a moment to scan over the work that I already attempted to do based on the practice equations he’d given me earlier in the day. “You have the right idea, you just- Do you have a calculator?” he asked, looking at the drawers behind him.

I nodded, standing up to reach inside my bag on my bed. His fingers brushed mine as I handed him the chunky silver calculator. I swear to this day, I caught his eyes on me for a split second before I turned back around. I totally didn’t turn my back to him on purpose, definitely not. I definitely didn’t mean to put my ass in his face.

“Show me how you put it in the calculator. I think that’s where you might be getting confused,” He told me, leaning close to me again.

“It’s, um…” I mumbled. My hands trembled slightly as I pressed the buttons on the calculator, trying to avoid Matt’s punishing gaze. I felt extremely embarrassed. That is why I hated studying. “Initial velocity times the, um, time.”

“Mhm,” he hummed. I looked up at him, seeing his focused, patient expression as he looked at the calculator, then in my eyes. He smiled slightly, nodding as if to say “Keep going.”

“And then you add the acceleration times time and-”

“You forgot something,” he told me, raising his eyebrows. It felt awfully like he was teasing me somewhat. I had absolutely no fucking idea what he was talking about.

Matt leaned forward and used the tip of his pinky finger to point to a spot in his textbook that showed the equation. There was a ½ that I was supposed to multiply the acceleration by that I completely forgot about.

“Oh, yeah,” I laughed, still fucking humiliated. Matt made me feel so stupid. Not on purpose; he never said anything that made me feel stupid unless he was frustrated, which was rare and even then it wasn’t on purpose. It was just the fact that he was majoring in mathematics, so I knew he was pretty damn smart and could probably spend the time he spent on me doing something else. Something more worthwhile.

I was grateful, obviously. For a number of reasons. Help was better than no help, and to be honest, he was nice to look at. He was pretty handsome in the face and he had a great smile with a little gap between his front teeth, with soft, reddish-brown curls of hair. His eyes were gorgeous; he had those grayish-greenish-blueish eyes that looked more blue on some days and more green than others. He also had muscular arms and dainty, elegant hands that looked strong at the same time. He was completely dorky, but it was quite endearing and kinda adorable sometimes.

I found myself completely distracted from the lecture he was giving me, my eyes lingering on his face and neck as he spoke. I noticed a dark freckle just below his jaw, and another one right behind his ear.

“You’re not paying attention at all, are you?” Matt asked me, sighing deeply. I am now.

“I am,” I said. “You’re very captivating.”

That seemed to catch him off guard. He looked down at his lap, rubbing the back of his neck. I thought I could see him blushing slightly.

I crossed my arms, pulling my knees up towards my chest. I lifted my leg to nudge his arm with my toe. “You’re blushing,” I said, biting my lip.

“It’s hot in here,” He said, lifting his head up. He didn’t look at me, pulling his textbook back into his lap.

“I want you to try to do these three problems at the bottom,” he told me, pointing to the bottom of the page. I nodded, taking the textbook from him and setting it next to me, my notebook in my lap. “If you get stuck, let me know.”

I watched Matt pull his own notebook out of his backpack, beginning to doodle something onto the page while he waited for me to complete the problems. I slowly copied the variables down along with the equations, stalling so that I had a little more time to stare at him. He’d bite his lip or his tongue occasionally while he worked, furrowing his eyebrows when he’d think about something on a deeper level. I peeked over my kneecaps to see what he was working on, seeing just a bunch of words and diagrams all over the page that probably worked for him organizationally. Unfortunately, when I went back to looking at my own notebook (once again, staring at him), his eyes were on me and he looked disappointed.

“If you’re not gonna study, I’m gonna go back to my dorm,” he warned, smiling to soften his demeanor. “Do you need help with something?”

“Yeah,” I said, scooting closer to him. I perched up right next to him, shoulder to shoulder, knee to knee. Matt stared at me, confused, but quickly moved on to seeing what I’d done so far.

I tilted my head up to look at him, giving him wide eyes with a soft gaze to hopefully show him that I wasn’t being difficult on purpose. I also thought that maybe the doe eyes would convince him to let up a little and take it easy on me.

He sighed heavily, listening to me explain how I wasn’t sure what exactly to do after plugging the equation into the calculator and whatnot. They were two-step problems, so the variables moved around. Maybe I really was an idiot. Explaining the trouble I was having really just made me sound dumber and dumber.

Matt didn’t look at me once while I spoke to him. He swallowed harshly a number of times, keeping his eyes fixed on my paper as he listened. Then he started explaining the steps, looking at me once in a while, while I didn’t look down at the paper a single time.

He looked at me again, keeping his eyes locked with mine this time. I felt my stomach flutter as he bored holes into me. Matt sighed heavily through his nose, glancing down at my lips before turning his head away and rolling his eyes.

“I guess I should go,” he huffed, closing the textbook and shoving it back into his back. I snapped out of my trance and panicked, grabbing ahold of his bicep. His skin was warm and I felt the muscle flex at my touch.

“Wait, Matt,” I said, sitting up. He was already standing, my hand sliding down his arm to gently grasp his wrist. “Please stay. Please.”

I swallowed harshly, staring up at him through my lashes. I let go of his wrist and rested my hands in my lap. Matt exhaled, smiling softly as he sat back down and shook his head.

“What do you want?” he asked gently. “Did you really ask me to come over to study? ‘Cause it really seems like you don’t want my help.”

“I do,” I said. “I just… I like having you around.”

Matt bit the inside of his cheek, rubbing his forehead.

“You were in my dream last night,” I continued, pulling my knees to my chest and backing away from him. His head snapped up to look at me, his eyebrows furrowed. “It was… weird. I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

“What happened?” he asked, tilting his head and resting it in his palm.

What had happened was that we had sex in a bathtub, from what I remember. I never usually had dreams like that, but when I did, it was typically only about someone I was severely attracted to. Like Matt.

“I don’t really remember,” I lied. “It was just weird.”

“Hmm. Must have been pretty crazy if it’s been on your mind all day,” he said, raising his eyebrows. Matt looked at me, waiting for my response. I didn’t say anything; I had no idea what to say. He pretty much had me backed into a corner.

He was right. All day, all the time I spent with him, I was just imagining what he would be like in bed. I figured he knew a lot of people, and he was severely attractive, so I couldn’t imagine him having any trouble finding a hookup every so often. I wondered if he’d been in any situations with the other underclassmen that he tutored, like the one he was in with me. Were there other peers of his that were falling behind because of their infatuation too? Or was it actually just me, and this was all uncharted territory for him?

I wondered if he even knew the effect he had on me. I tried not to make it obvious, but based on the fact that I never paid attention to his lecture and rather focused on the way his mouth and throat moved when he spoke and the way his eyes glistened in the light of golden hour, there was no way he couldn’t tell.

My train of thought was cut off when Matt leaned forward, softly caressing my chin with one large hand. I gasped slightly, flinching at the contact. He leaned in close and traced my bottom lip with his thumb, looking deeply into my eyes with dilated pupils. I choked; there was no way he was going to get any words out of me at that moment.

“If you can focus and stick with me to get through this one chapter,” He started, his voice reduced to a deep purr that sent shivers down my spine. “I will stay the night. Okay?”

I nodded, completely willing to obey him and do literally whatever he said. Matt grinned, glancing down at my lips for a brief moment. “Good girl,” he purred. He removed his hand from my jaw, pushing my hair away from my face. He leaned back, dodging me as I leaned forward in an attempt to connect our lips. “Get your notebook.”

My head was spinning and my cheeks turned red. I had to snap out of it if I was going to finish this unit or even get close to crossing the threshold with Matt. I was way more concerned about the latter. He had me wrapped around his finger.

Matt watched me scramble to get my things together, a content smile on his face. I took a deep breath and laughed, trying to compose myself. He giggled softly, which didn’t help me at all. I’m glad you think this is funny.

With some trouble, I managed to overall stay on task and focused for about an hour until we finished the chapter. Matt caught me zoned out a few times, but he kept giving me second chance after second chance, gently trying to steer me back in the right direction. He kept telling me that I was getting there and that I wasn’t stupid and that physics would not be the death of me.

“It’s a one-semester class. It’s almost over,” He told me, before rubbing my shoulder and then proceeding to read from his textbook.

Once we were done, I got up to use the dorm restroom so I could brush my teeth and wash my face. I was mentally exhausted and it was almost 2 AM at that point. I had completely forgotten Matt’s promise, so when I stepped back into my dorm room and saw him getting situated on the floor, I was a little confused. I remembered just as I closed the door behind me and locked it for the night.

“So tell me about your dream last night,” He said, not wasting any time. I sat on the edge of my bed, throwing one of my extra pillows at him as he laid a blanket that he brought down on the floor. So he planned to stay the night. I wondered whether he was actually going to leave when he said he would, or if he just said that to make me beg him to stay.

“Oh, y’know, just…” I mumbled, reluctant to share what I remembered of it. “It was weird.”

“Well, I already know that,” He laughed. “Tell me more.”

I looked him in the eyes, feeling my body start to burn up. “There was a bathtub involved. I remember that much,” I told him, sighing softly.

Matt’s eyes shot wide open, a devilish smirk creeping up his face. He looked me up and down, his gaze softening as he did so, before shying away and looking down at his feet.

“That does sound crazy,” he said, exhaling.

“Mhm,” I hummed, looking at the ceiling.

“Mind if I sit?” he asked, gesturing to the space next to me on my bed. It was then that I became so grateful for the fact that I had my own dorm all to myself. I nodded, scooting over for seemingly no reason as Matt plopped himself right next to me, elbow brushing mine. “Do you remember anything else?”

I shook my head, staring at my wall. I looked at him, seeing if he had anything else to say. Part of me wanted him to be able to tell that I was lying and there was in fact much more to my dream than I was letting up.

“C’mon, you can tell me,” he egged, grinning softly. He nudged me with his elbow. “Are you embarrassed?”

“I just don’t remember,” I stated, shrugging. I pushed his shoulder in response to him pushing me.

“Well, if it’s the kind of dream I’m thinking of…” he started, purring again. “By all means, don’t be embarrassed.”

I rolled my eyes and pushed him again. “Gross,” I mumbled, full of shit. I regretted saying that. I didn’t want him to back off, but I didn’t know what else to say and he was making me nervous. I squirmed next to him and pulled my shorts down slightly.

“You’re blushing~” he teased me.

“Shut up,” I said. I bit my lip, taking a deep breath and turning my head towards him so he could see that, yes, I was in fact blushing. Heavily.

Matt grabbed my chin again, tilting my head up. I leaned in, but he held my face in place, preventing me from getting any closer to him. Let me kiss you, asshole.

“How do you find acceleration?” he asked softly. I rested my hand on his knee, slowly sliding it up under his shorts.

“You… multiply the change in velocity by the change in time,” I said quietly, peering up into his eyes.

“Good girl,” he grinned, leaning forward to press his lips against mine.

Matt’s hand moved to caress the side of my neck, pushing my hair back and pulling me closer. His lips were so warm, moving slowly with mine as they fit together perfectly. I squirmed a little bit, moving my hand without really knowing where I was gonna put it. My fingertips brushed his jaw and I felt him smile into the kiss.

“You’re so timid,” he stated. His large hand moved down to my hip, gripping it slightly and pulling me towards him. Without another thought, I climbed into his lap, placing my hands on either side of his neck and quickly kissing him again.

Matt introduced his tongue into the mix as he pulled my hips closer, pressing them against his hard-on. He groaned into the kiss, his mouth hanging open for a moment while my tongue slid against his. I ran my fingers through his short, curly hair, before sliding my hands down to lay flat on his chest, pulling my lips away from his.

I was hungry for him. Starving, even. I pushed his chest, making him lay down underneath me as I leaned forward and started kissing his neck, specifically the freckle under his ear. Matt groaned again, sliding his hands up my thighs and around my hips. He lightly squeezed the flesh of my ass, his fingertips slipping underneath the hem of my booty shorts so he could trace circles into my skin. Meanwhile, I was busy kissing, nibbling, and sucking on his neck, listening to each strangled breath he held in as I left little marks on his skin.

My own hands explored his body, caressing his small waist overtop his T-shirt. It smelled like fresh laundry and it looked good on him, but I knew it would look better on the floor. I adjusted my hips so that I could reach under the hem of his shirt, lifting it up as my hands slid up his warm body, feeling each of his muscles tense up and flex at my touch.

I pulled my lips away from his neck and sat up, looking at him as I pulled his shirt over his head. His face was bright red and his neck was covered in light bruises, his lips hanging slightly agape as he stared at me, breathing heavily. I tossed the shirt on the floor, letting my eyes trail down his body.

“Fuck,” I whispered. He looked absolutely divine underneath me. He was skinny, but he certainly had some muscle in his arms and chest and even a little bit in his abdomen. Matt’s waist was curvy, his hips protruding outward and up, giving him an almost feminine figure. He had a small patch of hair on his chest and a thicker one trailing from his belly button down below his pants. Everything about his body was perfect. I felt myself almost drooling at the sight.

“You have a staring problem,” he stated, grinning. His hands ran up and down my thighs, gently squeezing them. I blinked, looking at his face. I swallowed harshly and leaned forward to place kisses up his throat, his head tilting as far back as it could to give me more room.

“I just like to look at nice things,” I hummed, gently pinching his skin between my teeth. The area was more sensitive due to how thin the skin there was, his Adam’s apple just underneath my lips. He whimpered softly, hands traveling up my waist underneath my shirt.

My own hands lingered just above his hips, caressing his body as I started to drag my lips and tongue down his neck, over his collarbone, and then his chest. We were sideways on my bed, and if I kissed any lower, I’d have had to get on the floor.

He ran one of his hands through my hair, groaning as I started sucking another bruise into his chest, right below his sternum. “Oh, fuck me…” he purred. I looked up, seeing his head thrown back and all the pretty dark red and purple spots I put on his neck. I giggled into his skin, causing him to laugh as well.

I sat up, rubbing my thumb over the fresh bruise I put on his body while adjusting my hips so that I sat directly on his bulge, which was pressing hard against me. I shivered, spreading my legs a little more until a sharp pain shot up the inside of my thigh.

“Ah, fuck!” I hissed, my body collapsing slightly as I tried not to move my leg any further. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, ow…”

“What’s wrong?” Matt asked, sitting up. He wrapped his arms around my waist, one of his hands gently resting on my leg.

“I pulled a muscle,” I whined, screwing my eyes shut. Matt laughed slightly, shaking his head.

“Jesus,” he mumbled. “Here, lay down.”

He lifted my hips, placing one of my pillows under my ass and tenderly moving my legs so that they were laying straight and not spread. He hovered over me, kissing and massaging my thighs while I tried to let my body relax into my bed. “This leg?” he asked, rubbing circles into my left thigh. I nodded, sitting up slightly so I could move my hair to a more comfortable spot. Not that it really mattered; it was gonna get messed up in about ten minutes anyway.

Matt placed a soft, wet kiss into the skin of my compromised leg, looking up at me through his lashes. I could feel the cold metal of his glasses press into my skin, poking me slightly. I reached down to run my fingers through his curls, pulling them lightly.

“Do you wanna keep going?” he asked me. I nodded frantically.

“I’ll be fine,” I said, laughing softly. “Not the worst thing that’s happened to me during sex.”

He giggled, pressing a few more soft kisses into my thigh before climbing on top of me and straddling my hips.

“I really liked that,” he exhaled, pushing my hair out of my face.

“Liked what?” I asked, my hands resting on his warm, freckled shoulders.

“You kissing all over my body. It was hot,” he grinned. He was such a dork.

Matt gently grabbed my hand, placing it right between his legs onto his bulge. The material of his shorts was slippery, allowing me to rub and squeeze him through the fabric. He felt warm. Warm, hard, and big.

He exhaled, immediately leaning in to kiss me as I caressed him, playing with both his dick and his balls in one hand. He let out a moan, his hips subtly rolling into my hand as he tried to get more friction out of the contact. I squeezed him harder, causing his hips to buck forward.

“Fuck, so good…” he mumbled, laughing slightly.

I let go of him, sitting up for a moment to pull my tank top over my head, leaving my torso completely exposed.

I brought one of his hands to palm my breast (which was almost half the size of his entire hand), and I looked him in the eyes. “Put your knee between my legs. Like, push against me,” I told him. He obliged, applying a good amount of pressure to my core while my hand returned to his crotch. My other hand pulled him back down into a kiss, opening my mouth for his tongue to slide in.

It took him a moment to figure out what to do, but after a few seconds, both he and I were coming undone. I’d reached inside his shorts and boxers to caress his cock, running my thumb along the base gently and squeezing it at the same time. Meanwhile, he alternated between both of my boobs, spending a few seconds on one, massaging it and pinching my nipple, before switching to the other.

Suddenly, he pulled away, his eyelids hanging low with hunger in his eyes. “Can I touch you?” he asked, caressing my waist.

“Please,” I giggled, panting. Matt smiled and brought his hand down to rub over my shorts. I still held him gently, watching his hand manage to pull my shorts off by itself.

Two of his fingers dipped between my legs, prodding the outside of my underwear and likely finding nothing but wetness.

“Oh, you must want me so bad,” he teased me, biting his lip.

“Mmm, I guess,” I teased him back. He rolled his eyes, pushing my underwear to the side so he could run his fingertips between my lips, collecting my slick and rubbing circles into me.

I sighed, closing my eyes and squirming slightly. I thought about how hot it would be for him and I to have sex in the library. That was becoming an increasingly likely possibility as each second passed by.

“Does that feel good?” He asked. I suppose I’d gone quiet for a moment.

“Mhm,” I nodded, grabbing his hand so I could guide it to a better spot. Matt leaned down and over me, his face inches from mine as he watched where my hand was taking his.

“You can put your fingers in,” I told him, whispering. I looked up at him, waiting for him to heed my instructions. It wasn’t long before I felt him push into me, lightly moving in and out inch by inch, deeper and deeper with each thrust.

He started to kiss my neck, softly and slowly to match the pace of his fingers. He nipped at a spot just below my jaw, making me hum slightly in bliss and he licked and sucked on the skin.

He started moving faster, pushing deeper and curling his fingers inside of me to brush against that infamous spot over and over again. “Matt-“ I moaned out, choking slightly as I held my breath.

Matt chuckled softly, pushing his fingers deeper. “I’m right here,” he purred, leaving a wet kiss on my jaw.

“Please fuck me, Matt. I-I want you,” I groaned. He was working magic with his fingers, but I was more interested in what he could do with his dick. I was starting to get desperate.

Suddenly, he removed his fingers, wrapping his lips around them and sucking them clean. He looked kind of silly doing it, but his lips were now covered in my slick and he hummed in pleasure as he swallowed it.

He rubbed my thighs as he pushed himself off the bed, quickly standing up to reach into his back for God knows what. I shimmied out of my underwear, sitting up with my knees together as I watched him pull something shiny out of the front pocket.

“I didn’t realize you came so prepared,” I teased him, crossing my arms over my knees. First the blanket, now a condom. He didn’t even ask me first if I had one in my room (I didn’t).

“Rather be safe than sorry,” Matt shrugged, sitting on his knees in front of me as he grinned and pulled his shorts off. He wasn’t wearing any boxers underneath either.

“And no underwear? Matthew!” I gasped, whacking his arm. I watched as he took himself in his hand, stroking lightly. I moved his hand away and caressed his warmth, moving my hand up and down slowly while pressing into it with my thumb. Matt moaned softly with his mouth closed, bottom lip trapped under his teeth as he rested his forehead against mine.

I pecked his lips, making him look at me as I carefully removed his glasses with my free hand. His eyes had to cross slightly due to how close my face was to his. I giggled, letting go of his cock and setting his glasses down on my nightstand.

I laid down, pulling him close by his neck and into a kiss. The kiss was soft, like the first one we shared. Just passionate and gentle, taking care of each other. It finally hit me that this was really happening. My dream was becoming a reality. Minus the bathtub.

“You okay?” He asked me, his eyes darting nervously around my face. I nodded, kissing him again, harder this time.

I felt his tip brush against my inner thigh, smearing warm precum on my skin. My body tensed up as I gasped into the kiss, pulling away to look down at our hips, inches away from each other.

“Hold on,” Matt grunted, sitting up. His head turned every which way, searching for the unopened condom that he’d prepared and somehow lost. The bed shifted slightly as he leaned over the edge to pick it up off of the floor, tearing it open with his teeth like an animal.

It was hot.

My eyes trailed down his body again, admiring the way his skin wrapped around his muscles while his chest moved at each breath he drew in. His lips hung agape as he slid the condom on, his movements hasty but careful.

I lifted my body up, sitting on my knees in front of him and matching his height. My hands slid onto his waist, caressing his body once again as I kissed him before he could ask any questions.

He stopped, taking in the kiss. His hand gently wrapped around my throat, before grabbing my whole face and pushing me away.

“Quit making me feel girly,” he said, his face red and flushed.

I ran my hands up and down his body, making him shiver. “You like it,” I teased him. I placed my hands flat on each of his pec muscles and squeezed them like they were a pair of tits. Matt rolled his eyes, taking my hands in his.

My body fell backward, crashing into the bed. Matt pinned my hands over my head, looking me dead in the eyes. “You ready?” he asked quietly, stroking my wrist with his thumb.

I nodded.

“Good,” he smiled, giving me a sweet peck on the lips. He let go of my hands and instead grabbed my hips, shifting his body so that his tip was lined up with my entrance. Matt looked at me one more time for approval, seeing me bite my lip and nod.

It hurt way more than I thought it would. I’d noted the fact that he was big when I held him in his shorts and laid eyes on him a few minutes before, but wow. I took a deep breath, gripping the sheet underneath me as he pushed in slowly at first, then rammed in the rest of his length once he got the tip in. Immediately he sent a shockwave of pleasure through my body, the bed shifting slightly from the momentum he created until he bottomed out.

He stretched me out a bit, but God, did it feel like Heaven. “I’m okay,” I laughed, out of breath. Matt smiled at me before laying down on top of me, wrapping my legs around his waist. He didn’t waste much time before beginning to move in and out, already starting to fall apart himself.

“You feel so good,” he exhaled, his hips shuddering slightly with each thrust. His words made me feel hot; my face burned up and my stomach felt warm from both my reaction and the friction between our bodies as his skin rubbed against mine.

I knew that I wasn’t gonna be the best sex he's ever had; there was no way. I’m sure he’d taken multiple peoples’ virginities at this point and there was no way I could compare to that.

“Would you believe me if I told you this was my first time?” Matt grunted, sending a pointed thrust into me. I looked at him, somewhat horrified.

“No,” I answered. “Is it?”

“No,” he grinned, shaking his head. “I’m just messing with you. You got all quiet.”

I hummed, looking at the ceiling. His smile quickly faded and he caressed my cheek, hovering over me.

“Do you want to stop?” he asked, his tone sad, but empathetic. I shook my head.

“Go faster,” I said, taking a deep breath. I pulled his face down, his lips crashing into mine. A smothered moan escaped his throat as I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling his hips in by squeezing my legs around his waist. Matt reached one hand behind my head, grabbing a fistful of my hair as he started to thrust into me, each movement faster than the other.

His free hand moved to start massaging my breast, matching the pace of his thrusts as he squeezed and pinched.

“Hmmn- fuck…” he whimpered. Matt’s voice had gained a higher pitch as he moved faster. “Fuck, I think I’m close…”

“Rub my clit,” I told him, removing his hand from my chest. “Fuck me harder.”

Matt huffed, propping himself up so he could see what his hands were doing. One remained behind my head, while the other traced down my body, stopping at my hips. He spread his hand out so that his palm was pressing down on my lower stomach and his thumb rubbed circles into my aching clit. The movement of his hips had shifted from a smooth roll to a more jagged, harsh thrust as he followed my instructions.

“Perfect,” I moaned, gripping the sheets beneath me. My hips bucked, causing them to land at a new angle that allowed him to hit that spot again and again.

“Fuck,” Matt whined for the 80th time. “I’m so close.”

“Keep going,” I moaned. I could feel the knot in my stomach getting tighter and tighter. Everything he was doing to my body only pushed me closer; he was making me feel so good and I didn’t want the moment to end.

Suddenly, Matt’s moans started to get louder and more frequent as his hips stuttered with each thrust. The sounds he was making were so heavenly; I felt boastfully lucky to be hearing them and being the reason he was making them.

“You’re so pretty, Matt,” I huffed, arching my back. I moaned out loud, feeling my climax approaching like a fucking bullet. Matt was not far behind whatsoever.

He leaned forward, kissing me on the lips and thrusting into me as hard as he could. I yelped, moving my hands to grip his hair as my body started shaking violently. I came in a fit of loud moans and whines, his name lingering in my curses as I caught my breath.

Matt gasped, whining as the rhythm of his thrusts was disrupted. I could practically feel his dick throb as he came, still inside of me. He exhaustedly moaned into my mouth, letting me shove my tongue between his lips and kiss him harshly while he was still catching his breath.

“Can we do that again sometime?” he asked me, panting into my mouth. I looked into his eyes, pushing the curls that were stuck to his sweaty forehead away from his face.

“One-hundred percent,” I giggled, pulling him in for a soft kiss. My legs were trembling alongside his arms.

We laid for a little while, catching our breath and taking in the feeling of our bodies pressed against each other, relaxing. I was sure Matt was very close to falling asleep, and I didn’t blame him. It was late and I too was exhausted.

Eventually, we both got up, and I pulled on his gray T-shirt so I could run to the bathroom and clean up. I brought back a wet rag so he could clean himself up, before he pulled his shorts back on and climbed under the covers with me.

“Promise me something,” he said.

“What’s up?” I asked, snuggling up to his chest while he wrapped his arms around me.

“Promise that you’ll still pay attention to the work during our next session,” He laughed, pulling me closer. His body was still warm and his skin was soft.

“Will you reward me if I do?” I asked, looking up at him.

Matt smirked, tucking my hair behind my ear. “I promise if you promise.”

“I promise,” I whispered, kissing him softly. He smiled in the kiss, softly tracing my jaw with his thumb.

“I promise too,” he said.

#this is okay at best idk. i feel like i can write good stories but the actual smut is just meh #also i rushed it but i hope you like it anyway #matt stone x reader #matt stone #x reader #fem reader #fanfiction #fluff #smut #mattrey #baseketball #cannibal the musical #trey parker

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