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warnings: again, smut. put me in a fucking hospital.

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You were, by far, Jonathan Crane's least favorite student.

You knew it, and it was complete bullshit. You were always on time, always in every class, and always completed the work. You had always had such good grades in every class, but not with him.

While not giving you the worst grade imaginable, you were never able to get over an A-, which pissed you the fuck off. Obviously, to any other normal student studying psychology, they'd take the A-, but not you.

And again, nothing over an A-. There was the frequent B+, sometimes B, and when you really pissed him off he would go as low as a B-.

You've done everything you could to get him to like you. You would ask questions, clearly put extra effort into the homework, and even applied to laboratory studies that he ran. You hated not being liked.

However, at this point in the year, you had given up on trying. You still did everything you were supposed to do, because you wanted a good grade, but you hadn't bothered participating or showing any interest anymore. You had decided to focus more on your other classes. Due to this, you had been working late into the night, causing you to be exhausted for your 8 AM lectures with Crane.

You were exhausted, trying to pay attention. Your head hurt so much for looking at a screen for so long last night.

Crane is flipping through a slideshow, and you find yourself dozing. It's not that this stuff bored you, you had just already learned it back when you took AP Psych your sophomore year of high school.

You snap back into reality when you hear your name being called.

Crane is singling you out with an annoyed expression on his face. You turn red because everyone, all 400 other people in the class, are staring at you.

"I'm sorry. Is this boring you?" He puts his hands on his hips.

"No-" You begin.

You're stammering. You normally don't have such a rough time with public speaking, but being downright exhausted and being singled out for nearly falling asleep in class is extremely embarrassing.

He pauses for a moment and stares you down.

You feel as if you were naked, as if you were completely exposed to him. You didn't like him looking at you like that, like he was taking into account every imperfection.

"As I was saying..."

Thank god.

He resumes to what he was talking about before and you're more alert, heart pumping full of humiliation. You're taking notes now, typing quickly and probably annoyingly loud (you can tell because he keeps shooting you small glares every time you hit the spacebar).

Finally, the hour is up and he reminds everyone about the homework due that Friday. You collect your stuff and head out the door. You don't realize, but he watches you leave.

Everything you do irks him.

Maybe it was because your first paper challenged his psychological beliefs, or because your intelligence challenged him in general. But literally everything about you pisses him off.

Your loud typing, your questions that challenges his lectures, how you turn everything in on time, how you flawlessly converse with the other students. He is so desperately waiting for you to slip up.

As previously stated, you were putting less effort than before into his class. He picked up on this. You were turning your papers and chapter readings in the last minute, you weren't asking questions, and you were even falling asleep.

You had three days to complete a portion of the assignments given. You completely forgot about it.

Due to your tiredness and your weakening desire to try for the class, you had forgotten to write down the homework in a planner that you always checked daily.

Crane is a quick grader, and usually he always grades your homework first; more specifically, as soon as you turn it in.

You realized you didn't do the work as soon as you woke up that morning for your 8 AM class. You had never ever missed an assignment. Ever. And you had no time to do it and make it to his class on time. You were freaking the fuck out.

It's okay. Maybe he hasn't graded it yet.

But no. He was such a strict grader. He was harsh.

Whatever. You may as well hope for the best.

To distract yourself from your predicament, you talk to the boy who sits next to you in the class. It's just smalltalk about the workload and about an upcoming test.

You stop talking when Crane clears his throat. You shift back in your seat and open your laptop.

"It's a Friday. It's 8 AM," Crane begins. You think this is going to be the introduction of a psychological speech. "For all 399 of you that did your homework last night, go enjoy your Friday morning."

People being looking around and whispering, not sure if this is a trick, but you know it's not.

You're freaking out. Your heart is racing and you cannot believe that he would actually do this to you. Usually teachers will just give you a bad grade and call it that, but to single you out and have the entire class leave except for you is an all time low.

"I'm not messing with you," Crane continues. "Go. You know who you are."

He's looking at you dead in the eye and you stay put as people slowly get up to leave, looking around to make sure others are doing the same. You avoid his gaze, looking at your computer screen.

Soon enough, everyone is out of the large lecture room, some looking back to see the one person who didn't do their work.

Once the door is shut, and everyone is completely out of sight, Crane locks both of the doors and looks up at you.

"Are you deliberately trying to fail my class?" He questions. "I thought you wanted to be outstanding."

You can't find words to say. He scoffs and moves to his desk, shuffling through papers and bringing out a decently large stack to over to you. It feels like hours pass by as he walks up the steps to you and drops them onto your desk.

You look at them, confused.

"This is the homework that was due at midnight." He explains.

"It's never so much..." You stammer. You can feel his hatred burning into your skin.

"It's what's due next Wednesday, Friday, and the following week too. Let's see if you can get this done by.... hm," He checks his watch. "By the end of the period?"

"All of this?" Your eyes widen.

"When's your next class?" He asks.

"You're my only one today." You continue to avoid his eye contact.

"Then you can stay." He says. "Until you finish all the work."

"But-"

"I can't trust that you'll do it." Crane says, taking a step back from you. "You need to complete it. In front of me."

"Please, Professor," You try to defend yourself. "I've been-"

"I can assume what you've been doing, you've almost fallen asleep in my class." He scoffs.

You feel your cheeks heat up with embarrassment over him getting the wrong impression. Does he really think that low of you?

You take a deep breath. You'll just have to deal with this.

"Do you have a pencil?"

He grabs a black pen from his desk and looks up to you, motioning to sit in the front row. Close enough. You swallow your pride and grab your things and the stack of paper, walking down to the seats in the front.

The class itself is an hour, but it took you almost five to complete the amount of homework he gave you. The readings were long, and the quality of work was demanding. You were eager to do well, to prove yourself.

You hate that he hated you.

His eyes were on you the entire time you did your work. The silence was loud, but you pushed through it. You got three weeks of homework done, and proudly put the stack back onto his desk.

"I'll see you Monday, Professor," you smile, then walk away.

After that, you tried harder; harder than you tried compared to every other class you took. You did this, not to get him to like you- but to get back at him with the fact that you knew your shit; you were a good student. You sat in the front, did side research, and spent nights studying for his endless quizzes. And he wanted to fail you to make you stop what you were doing, but you were getting all the answers right and you both knew that. He wouldn't want you taking anything to the next level.

With you in the front, it made it harder for him to not be distracted by you. Mid speech he would find himself locking eyes with you, disrupting his words and leaving him stammering for a brief moment. Ever since you've upped the eye contact, you've gained more control of the situation.

You arrived in class that Wednesday; the situation in which Crane forced you to stay and do two weeks worth of work in front of him occurred around three weeks ago. You're sitting in the front in between two empty seats; no one likes to sit in the front in Crane's class. It's usually only filled with around three to four people. Crane isn't in class yet, which is weird considering he's always there early, before anyone else even gets there. The class is almost about to begin and he's never been late.

Soon enough, it's one minute after the class is supposed to start and he's still not there. You start feeling antsy, wondering where he is.

Finally, he walks in; two minutes after class is supposed to start. So unlike him.

He places his briefcase on the desk and begins setting up his computer while everyone takes out something to take notes with.

"Now, you all know what I specialize in, I hope," He states, not breaking eye contact with his computer.

He specialized in phobias. Apart from dedicating his time to teaching you, he was a therapist mainly for fears.

"I'm sure we all know what exposure therapy is, correct?" He asks. Pretty much the whole class nods in unison. "Good. For those of you not on the same page, it's the type of therapy which someone is exposed to their fear or trauma."

He begins flipping through his slideshow, giving more and more information and lecturing about it, but you can't help but notice it's an almost bias review.

You're left with homework to write a review on some boring documentary on the history of exposure therapy and a pretty long excerpt of the textbook you all were reading.

So, you did your work and followed all of the instructions. You wrote a review on exposure therapy.

The next Monday, you get to class and you sit in the front row. There's a big stack of paper on Crane's desk, and you assuming that you're getting a pop-quiz, but no, that's not the case.

Crane's waiting for everyone with his shoulder rested on the large stack of papers. Once the time hits 8, he begins.

"I printed out all of your outlines," He begins. "I've made some comments and given some feedback. We'll spend the class working on them."

He starts calling out names and one by one, people receive their papers. You're sort of anxious- you left a pretty negative review on exposure therapy, something that he seemed so passionate about.

"Y/N Y/L/N." He says, saying your voice with more of an annoyed tone than the other students. You get up and grab your paper from his hands, tugging harder due to his firm grip. Clearing his throat, he continues calling out the following names. You go back to your seat, nervous to look at the paper. When you sit and look at it, your stomach dropped.

There's nothing on the front page. Then you look at the second.

See me after class.

There is literally nothing but a see me after class.

Oh my god.

What did I do?

Was he offended at all by what was written? Surely, that wasn't your intention... yes, you wanted to piss him off, but you had some respect for him. You didn't want to actually maybe- make him insecure about his work?

Class seemed to take hours to go by; you didn't even know what to do about your paper. He gave no other feedback other than to see him after class. How were you supposed to work with that?

You looked around at your classmates typing away. You're annoyed that he actually helped them.

See me after class.

At least give me feedback on my fucking paper.

Everyone then realized the time and began to pack up. Crane stood up from his desk and took his glasses off.

"Remember, papers are due Friday!" He manages to get out before people start heading out the door.

You put your things in your bag, trying to act out to your classmates as if you were leaving. You felt so embarrassed. You hated how he kept embarrassing you and how he had the power to do that. It was infuriating. You felt him staring at you as you packed your stuff up, moving slower, nervous that he would call you out.

You took your time, though, waiting till everyone was out of the room.

With everyone else there, you felt so confident. You were one of the smart ones and you at least had witnesses, but alone with him? You were completely inferior. He could quite literally ruin your life with a bad grade and could easily tarnish your image, being the head of Arkham and all that.

"I found your paper quite interesting," He says, emphasizing quite.

"I'm sorry-" you begin. "I didn't mean to offend you."

"Offend me?" He scoffs. "You think you offended me?"

"I just- I know this is what you do, right?" You stammer.

"I'm interested in your point of view." He says. "About the pain, how it's long term. I'm interested as to why you seem so against it."

You shrug.

"What's your biggest fear, Y/N?" He asks you. "What is it? Failure?"

"I'm not trying to fail."

"Oh, yes, you've proven that." He clicks his tongue. "Sitting in the front, turning things in quickly, wearing shorter skirts. Don't think I don't notice what you're doing."

"What?"

"You write intensely about the struggle that people with PTSD-"

"Wait," you interrupt him. "What did you say?"

"I'm trying to discuss with you what you've written."

"Professor, my clothing choices have nothing to do with me wanting to do well in this class," you say. Now you're offended.

Instead of apologizing, which is what you think any decent person would do, he looks you up and down and scoffs.

"You're wearing tights."

"What?"

"Surely, those must be uncomfortable. You're not wearing those to satisfy yourself," he says.

You grow red, and angry.

He keeps humiliating you.

"Who are you trying to impress?"

"Will you stop?" you groan in frustration. "Why don't you just let me get by like you let everyone else get by? I do everything you ask!"

"I want to know who you're trying to impress."

"I'm not trying to impress anyone," you hiss, finally looking up at his crystal eyes.

You know it's disrespectful, but you turn to walk away and to leave.

"No, no. We're not done."

You ignore him, walking towards the door, but he quickly beats you to it, shutting it and locking you in.

"I said we're not done." He said, completely composed. "Sit."

"I want to leave."

"Your biggest fear is failure, yes?" He questions. You don't nod or shake your head, but it is pretty much true; you hate failing. You need to succeed and be good at everything you do. "Sit. I can very much make that fear come true."

"I do everything," you repeat. "Everything. I do it on time, I'm here always, I'm prepared for everything."

"Can you just fucking-" He pushes you down onto the seat next to his desk. "Sit?"

You weren't expecting him to physically force you to sit down, but you could pick up on the pent up frustration he had with you.

"The off the cut sweater, no bra-" He points out.

You weren't wearing a bra. You were surprised he had picked up on the fact- you could've been wearing a strapless, but no. He was right.

"Are you even wearing underwear?" He whispers.

You're flushed.

What the fuck was going on?

You thought he hated you.

And yeah, you knew he was an attractive man, that's what made this whole thing pretty exciting, but you never thought you would be sat down with him leaning over you saying things like this.

"Let me see."

"Professor?"

He grabs you off the chair and pushes you onto his desk, spreading your legs for you. Everything was moving too quickly; this all felt like a fever dream.

He tugs at the middle of your tights, ripping them open to expose your- and he was right- bare pussy. He lets out a chuckle.

"You're not trying to impress anyone?" He questions, again, peering up at you.

You try moving your thigh to cover yourself, but he forcefully keeps them open.

"Who was that boy you used to sit next to... Tim, is it?"

To be honest, you really didn't know that kids name. He was just someone you sat next to out of habit since you had picked that seat the first day of classes. But you hadn't been sitting with him for weeks at that point.

"Is Tim who you're trying to impress?"

"No!" You argue, still trying to fight the grip of his hand off your thigh. "I told you... I'm not trying to impress anyone."

"Hm." He says, placing two fingers on exactly the right spot of your clit, slowly rubbing in circles. . "You're not even trying to impress me?"

You stay silent, for a brief moment.

"Not in this way..."

But it's past that point now. He's already touching you, rubbing faster, and your exposed pussy is laid out right in front of his face. You're embarrassed and self conscious. He's too close for comfort.

"Yeah?"

The fingers once on your clit are now entering you. You still can't comprehend the situation.

But for him, he was putting you in your place. It was enough of the looks in class, the semi sexual and revealing clothing, the obvious need for his approval and to show him she was as smart- maybe even smarter than him himself.

"Is that why you're letting me touch you like this?" He asks, using the two fingers to pump your pussy.

It's out of your control but you're getting wetter the longer and faster he fingers you. It's beginning to show, beginning to drip down his fingers and onto his wrists. He notices this, then stops and looks.

"Disgusting," He huffs before licking his fingers clean.

"That's disgusting," You repeat at him, glaring a little, but you can't help but want his finger- more of him back inside you. You feel empty, desperate for his hands back on you.

"I don't see you asking me to stop."

You're silent, again.

He smiles, kneeling back down and spreading your legs open again, this time with a more forceful grip. He doesn't use his fingers this time, devouring you with his hot mouth and basically digging in.

He was really good at this. To be fair, no one had ever actually eaten you out, but you had never felt anything like it. He moves his fingers towards you again and fucks you with them as he sucks and licks at your clit. He was freakishly good. You felt something drip down your thigh; you didn't know if you were sweating or if you were fucking leaking. By the sound of it, probably the second one.

He removes his fingers and dives deep into your pussy more, making obscure sounds as he does so. He stops and looks up at you.

"Take your shirt off. I want to see your tits," he demands.

You comply; he's already seen a lot.

"Fuck, they're perfect." He says, now standing over you, playing with them and poking and twisting at your hardened nipple. He's pushing his hardened clothed dick into your bare pussy, giving you some friction has he sucks on your neck and plays with your nipples.

He grabs your hips and flips you over, putting you on your stomach and leaning you over the desk.

He kneels back down, eating your pussy again; he can't get enough of it. He can't get enough of the small whines escaping your throat and the way you leak and how you shake when it feels good- or when the pleasure becomes too much.

He adds his fingers in again, this time three, and you let out a louder, but not too loud, moan than usual.

"Professor-"

"You can take it." He assures you. "You better take it. If you can't take this how can you take my cock?"

You just weren't used to it- you had been fucked, but not for so long. He keeps licking and devouring your clit while pumping in and out of you. You feel so full- on the brink. You feel hot, and god you feel good. You don't even realize it, but you're riding his mouth and his fingers.

"You know, I wasn't going to let you come," Crane begins between breaths, keeping his face close to your pussy so you could still feel him. "But now that I think about it... I want you cum drunk on my dick. I wanna make you cum over and over again until you're a fucking mess."

He goes back to sloppily and messily eating you out again. It was so dirty; the noise, what was leaking out of you. You then felt that familiar feeling and you couldn't stop it; no matter how wrong this felt or how humiliated and exposed you felt, you couldn't stop yourself from moaning like a mess and cumming all over his mouth.

You needed a second to recover, but he stood up and grinded his clothed dick against you. You weren't ready for the friction, wincing over the contact with you sensitive clit. He grabbed your neck and pulls your back to him, kissing you, continuing to grind.

He unbuttons his pants and undoes his boxers, his large thick cock springing out, begging to be touched. He pushes one of your legs up onto the desk to give him better access to you.

"You're fucking soaked," He says as he teases himself some more, collecting what's came out of you as some lubricant.

He keeps rubbing your clit and the outside with his dick, back and forth. It feels good, but it's not enough. He pushes harder with his dick on your clit, continuing to hump you.

"Professor, please," you look back at him, trying to guilt him into giving in and fucking you, but it's not that easy.

"Shut up, and let me take my time." He says. He continues this for a little, before getting a new idea. "I want you to cum on my cock without me fucking you."

"What?"

He pulls you towards him then on his lap on the chair next to his desk.

"Grind on it." He demands, holding you in place by your hips. "Get it soaked."

You hesitate, but he's impatient. He pushes you down and moves your hips for you until you begin to do it with him. You grind your pussy against his cock, stimulating your clit once more. It didn't feel as good as his mouth, and god it probably didn't feel as good as his dick would feel inside you, but it felt good. And you were so fucking horny, you were on the brink of cumming again.

"Yeah, yeah, you got it," he praised you, rocking your hips back and forth. He digs his nails into your hips, definitely leaving some cuts in your skin, but you didn't care. You were so close. He begins to bounce up, pretending to thrust into you, adding to your pleasure. "That's it, you- oh fuck, yes, cum on my fucking dick."

You're dripping onto him as you ride out your high, clenching around nothing. It seems to last for a while, wrapped up in all the pleasure combined with his dirty talk.

He angles his cock towards your entrance and pushes into you- he feels hot and he's sensitive due to teasing himself. But no- he doesn't want to cum yet. He wants to put you in your fucking place. And even if he does cum, he has no issue continuing and even fucking a baby into you. Then, you'd have to walk around with the shame.

He gently picks you up, but then harshly slams you up and down repeatedly onto his cock. You've had no time to readjust after cumming a second time, and you were extremely sensitive.

"Slower, professor, please," You cry, burying your face into his shoulder. "It hurts..."

"Shut the fuck up."

He grabs you by the neck and pounds up into you, rubbing your clit as well to add to the sensation.

Yes, it feels good, but it's so overwhelming you can't help but tear up. Crane notices this and it goes straight to his head.

"Are you fucking crying?" He scoffs. "Fucking crying for me?"

He picks you up, keeping you firmly attached to his dick, and throws you over the desk again. He's fucking you deeper and at an animalistic pace; like he fucking needs this.

"Keep crying for me. Keep fucking crying."

He harshly grips your tits, twisting your nipple in the process.

"Fucking perfect tits, perfect pussy, perfect everything. You fucking strive for perfection- but you're letting me fucking ruin you. Is this how far you'd go for a good grade?" He laughs, fingers deep in your clit.

You can only moan in response, but this doesn't satisfy him.

"Fucking answer me."

"Yes," you cry out.

"Yeah, you're just a fucking whore who'd sleep her way to the top if that's what it took." He says, tugging your hair back, your sweaty bodies pressed closer together.

His words are filthy, but you're fucking cumming again.

He's laughing, mocking you for doing so.

"You fucking like being treated like a bitch, don't you?" He says, fucking you through your third orgasm. You don't know how he's not tired. As you expect, he doesn't give you a fucking break. You're worn out at this point; almost numb.

"Professor, I don't know-"

"You don't know if you can keep going?" He questions. "Yeah, you can. I'll fucking make you keep going. What was that... your third orgasm? Let me see if I can double that."

"Professor..."

"I'll stop when you give me three more."

You feel like you're going to pass out; the pleasure had become too much, but you were so fucking sensitive that a fourth one had come quickly. Your pussy was so swollen and red, but he had not gotten off of you.

"You're fucking..." He brings you back to the chair and places you on top of him. "You're fucking leaking all over me, fucking hell. So wet... do you hear yourself?"

You could hear yourself. It was disgusting. It was filthy.

"Aren't you embarrassed?" He asks. He slows down his pace, and you know he's teasing you. "Embarrassed that you're whoring yourself out to me like this? To a professor that so clearly disliked you? This is what you do for my approval."

He slows his pace some more.

"Would you do this for any other professor, Y/N? Let them fuck your pussy till you have nothing left to give? Bounce on their cock the way you do for me?"

"No, professor," you shake your head, trying to bounce faster but he keeps your hips in place, restricting you. He had succeeded- made you cum drunk and fucked you stupid, but this wasn't enough. He needed more. "No, no, only you. I'd only do this for you."

You're squirming around on his dick. He's stopped moving at this point, just staying in you.

"Stop fucking moving around. Don't you want to impress me?"

"Have I not?" You begin to regain some of your strength with this somewhat of a break he was giving you. "Have I not impressed you, professor?"

You give him puppy eyes as you gain some control of the situation, his grip loosing and you bouncing on his cock at a pace you like.

"I want to impress you, professor," you say seductively. "I want to- fuck!"

You start chasing your high again, you didn't even realize that you'd ever be able to cum this many times.

"Fuck!" You repeat. Crane is letting you take control, enjoying the show of you riding his cock, using him for your pleasure. "Do you like this, professor? Do you like when I fucking bounce on your dick like this?"

You had never heard yourself like this, or ever expected to talk like this. You had never felt so confident.

"Have you imagined this professor?" You continue. He's obviously at a loss for words, not expecting this side of you. "Have you imagined fucking me? Have you imagined bending me over your desk and eating me out till I came all over your face? My tits? Putting me in my fucking place?"

His hands found your hips again and he's helping you ride his cock. He's loving the words coming from your mouth.

"God, I think you wanted this more than I did," you laugh. You're so close. You wanted him to talk, but his reactions to your words were enough for you. "Make me cum again, professor, please. I- fuck!"

He's pushing into you and bouncing you up and down quickly and you're riding out your fifth orgasm.

He pulls you off of him and lays you out on the desk again, licking up your sore pussy. He hums while doing this, telling you how you taste so good. You're so- so sensitive, though, and you can't help but cumming on his tongue again not even seconds later, letting out a string of incoherent words.

That's six.

You look at him, but he's positioning himself in you.

"You said six-"

"I say a lot of things. I want you to cum on my cock again." He says, kissing your neck. "Last time. I promise."

He pumps into you, at a softer, but still quick pace. You feel so incredibly numb, but he still manages to work you up quickly while fondling your breasts and pressing hot kisses into your neck.

"Ah- fuck." He pants, fucking himself into you. "Fuck... gonna cum in you. Want you to fucking carry me around for the rest of the fucking day."

You don't object- your hearing was probably a little impaired at this point.

"Yeah, you want that, don't you. It's like a fucking award to you."

He's holding you closer now. You both are so sweaty and sticky.

You're about to cum again, but he grabs your throat tightly.

"Fucking wait for me. Don't be impatient."

As hard as it is, you listen to him. He speeds up, becoming sloppy before he cries, "Fuck, cum! Cum all over my fucking- ahhh, yes, fuck."

He shoots hot loads into you as you clench around him, milking more out of him. He doesn't stop, continuing to fuck you until every last bit of his seed has marked you. Even after he's done, he gets a few more strokes in before he pulls out, showing the combination of you and him leaking out of your pussy. He pushes you onto the floor and presents his dick in front of him.

"Clean it."

You obey, wrapping your mouth on his cock and licking away the filth that the two of you made. He groans and pulls you off of him.

"You'll get me hard again." He says.

He puts all his clothes back on and hands you your sweater. Your nipples are hard, poking through them now.

"I look forward to your next draft of your review." Crane says calmly, as if what just happened didn't happen.

"You- um..." you stammer, brushing your fingers through your hair. "You didn't give me any notes."

"I didn't?" He questioned. You shook your head. "Well, stay again after class next session. I'll go over it, personally, with you."

"Oh." You blush. "This wasn't a one time thing?"

"Y/N..." Crane looks at the floor. "I'm your professor."

You felt awkward. Of course it was a one time thing; how could it not be?

But then he looks back up at you.

"You don't want to fail my class, do you?"

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wine and ember - l.w.

pairing: larissa weems x gn!reader (no pronoun or name use for reader)

summary: pre-relationship, understood mutual feelings, lesbians being lesbians and flirting without flirting, larissa <3 (also featuring a tiny wenclair bc babies)

warnings: alcohol consumption, a few suggestive comments, kissing/light making out

note: probably poorly written because i wrote this while at work lol

“enid, have you ever even heard of algernon blackwood?” she shakes her head. “then how can you know you don’t like this book?”

“you saw wednesday! she was excited about this book,” excited may have been a vast overstatement of the look on wednesday’s face, “so i just know it’s scary!”

a deep sigh passes my lips, “enid, if you read this book, you can write your paper on all reasons you hate it, but just give it a shot. make wednesday read it to you, if that’ll make it more bearable,” a blush grows on the blonde’s cheeks. “now, lunch starts in 43 seconds and you’re still in my classroom, i’m starting to think you want some bonus assignm-”

“bye! see you tomorrow,” enid bursts and with that she skips down the hall. a laugh leaves me, my head dropping to my desk. i let my head smack against my desk a few times. only third period and i was already down for the count, missing my blankets and bed-side bag of red vines back in my quarters.

click, click, click, click.

“already losing battles? the semester has only begun,” my head stopped its assault on the desk. there it was, the voice that felt like espresso in the morning and lavender at night. her visits were typically for discussing lesson plans or students. sometimes it was just a friendly catching up, and other times we never spoke at all. lately it seemed to be the last two, either way she was always welcome. her presence was enough to soothe even the most frustrating days.

“i just resisted puppy-dog eyes from the enid sinclair. that’s called winning battles, principal weems,” i joke back, my head not leaving my desk. “where is my reward?”

a laugh escapes her lips, a hand sliding across my shoulders, “a great victory indeed, though i have no reward for you. would some wine tonight suffice?” goosebumps followed the path of her hand, more rose from her words.

i tilted my head back and opened my eyes to look at her, “i’m quite picky with wine, it better be worth my while.” her lips curved into a smile, her eyes rolling with humor. every time i put a smile on her face i was almost in awe. in awe that i was capable of making her, a goddess amongst mortals, smile like that.

my eyes follow her as she moves from behind me to sit on edge of my desk. her eyes looking down at me made it hard to sit still, to not stand up and trap her against the desk. i stare back up at her from my seat, watching as her eyes scan across my face, flickering down to my lips a couple times. my eyes stay on hers, too captured by them to look away.

her lips were moving, but words didn’t reach my ears. “hmm?” i let out, blinking rapidly to reset my thoughts.

“wine, darling. white, rosé, or red?” her own crimson lips were in a smirk, knowing she had distracted me by just being here. could she see how i longed for her lipstick to paint my skin? for her touch to trace those stains she leaves behind?

“red. red is good,” i couldn’t trust myself with more words, still recovering from getting lost in her, and she seemed to relish in that fact. the fact that her eyes, her voice, her touch, they were all capable of shutting me up and making me still. i wished to make her as nervous as she makes me, wanting the same butterflies that fill my stomach and the same hand that grips my heart to find her.

she stands from her perch at my desk, my face now level with her abdomen, but my eyes never leaving her face. a hand rises to my cheek, her thumb stroking it ever so lightly, “seven o’clock?”

leaning into her hand, i match her hushed tone, “wouldn’t miss it for the world, larissa.” at that she dropped my face and left, only a light pink blush across her cheeks. i smiled to myself for being able to make her blush like a nervous teenager.

it’s 6:57 and i’m running. sprinting from icarus hall as fast as possible to make it to larissa on time. 6:59 and i’m practically running through walls, sliding across the floor as i turn down hallways. the bell tower begins to ring, seven o’clock. i land in front of her door and collect myself. before my hand can even tap the door, it opens.

“am i supposed to pretend i didn’t see you run across the gardens?”

“i can always leave and walk back again if that suits you?” she laughs at my response. “you said seven. i wasn’t going to leave you waiting… but if you insist…” i begin to slowly turn away. her hand grabs gentle hold of my upper arm.

“oh just sit down, you fool,” her laugh is even stronger. my heart beats rapidly at the sound. i watch as she grabs two glasses and pours. my eyes never leaving her hands, watching as they gripped the bottle, balanced the glass stem between her fingers. i blinked quickly as she started to return to me, not wanting her to notice my staring.

she passes me a glass, fingers brushing mine in the process. the feeling of her skin was enough to goosebumps up my arm, and she was watching close enough to notice. she sat next to me, turning herself towards my direction, legs tucked under her. there was comfort in the silence between us. her eyes stayed on the fire place, bringing her glass to her lips. it was hard to pull my attention away from her long enough to take a sip of my own wine.

“does this suit as reward for your victory against puppy-dog eyes?” larissa’s voice dances around me. i could feel the weight of the question, could also feel the toying within her tone.

“for now,” i state before taking a sip of wine, looking in her eyes as i do so. a single, perfectly penciled brow raises as she cocks her head to side. her lips part, then shut again. checkmate, i think to myself.

the tables turn immediately when larissa leans forward, eyes glued to mine. i’m trapped in her gaze, i cannot move and i don’t want to. i take this chance to look at her, to truly look at her. nothing could or would ever compare to her right now, in this moment. her lipstick half gone from the day, much stuck to the rim of her wine glass. her cheeks rosy from the warmth of the fire in front of us, and hopefully the moment between us. she was pure light in my eyes, the sun and stars will never outshine her. i travel back to her eyes, they must have been crafted from the finest of kyanite crystals. she finally speaks up after a “do-i-even-want-to-know” amount of my staring.

“hi,” she whispers since she’s barely two inches from my own face.

“hey,” and i immediately want to bang my head on a wall, she’s this close and she’s all i’ve ever wanted and needed, and i said ‘hey.’

“if…if wine suffices ‘for now,’ what would suffice ‘for later’ or-”it’s there that larissa pauses, like she’s made a mistake. if this were any other moment, i’d dismiss this, but her face falls and she’s looks almost scared.

i answer the first part, “as ‘for later,’ more time with you is all i require, if that’s okay with you,” she smiles and i decide to lighten to mood more, let her decide what she wants to reveal. “about ‘or’ i’m less confident, give me a day to think about it,” i huff a laugh at my own joke while placing my wine on the table. smiling harder when i look to see she’s biting her lip to not laugh, but it proves unsuccessful.

“you’re not funny, first of all,” a finger presses to my lips as i start to protest her insult, and i bite my tongue. she pulls her finger away from my mouth as she leans to put her own glass on the table. “second, don’t mind the ‘or,’ i quite liked your first answer, more time with you is more than okay with me,” she smiles so softly in this moment i nearly melt like putty next to her on the loveseat.

moving slowly, i begin to lean closer to her. our noses brush and her breath grazes my lips. every part of me is buzzing, begging for her touch. my hand cups her cheek, she sucks in a breath but doesn’t lean away. at this, i lean more to place my forehead against hers, and i hear the breath she took in release. her hands come to rest on my neck, and my heart rate flies through the roof, she could probably feel it. the heart that beat for her only.

her hands slid to the back of my neck, her eyes look into mine, asking if she can move forward. my free hand moves to cup the other side of her face, my thumb stroking the apple of her cheek. so beautiful.

i lean slowly, leaving time for her to move. praise to the gods above because she doesn’t move, she urges forward and connects our lips. the kiss is so gentle, both of us craving the closeness. then, one of her hands moves from my neck, down to my waist. she pulls me closer to her and i nearly gasp, she uses this opportunity to move her tongue to my mouth, gentle and calculated in her movements. holding back a moan from the contact, i move one hand into her hair, the other hand’s finger spreading out, needing to hold more of her like my life depended on it.

she pushes into me more, i willingly move with her, wanting to feel the delicious weight of her against me. this only spurs both of us on, hands wander further and the kiss becomes deeper. i don’t think i could ever live a day without this ever again, without her here, half on my lap and kissing me. pulling away from her to take a breath only becomes more sweet once i open my eyes again. her lipstick is smudged a bit, her up-do now disheveled, her dress wrinkled, she was a work of art. i could only whisper to her, not wanting to ruin this moment, not wanting her to move.

“would it be selfish to ask for all of your time?”

“would it be selfish of me to accept it for all of yours in return?”

this originally ended just after the “checkmate” part but then i just kept going lol. feedback is appreciated <3

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echoedcrosshairs · 1 year

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Those Who Fight Together - part 1

Summary: Introduction of undescribed Jedi female meeting The Bad Batch in 3rd person and story set up. 🖤Smut with a Plot🖤

Characters: Reaper (nicked of undescribed 1st person), The Bad Batch (Hunter, Tech, Echo, Wrecker and Crosshair) and some other clones

Warning: NSFW towards the middle, Crude Language, Hook Up’s, PiV Smut, Walked in On, mild mention of Rank

Word Count: 3.1k

Part 2

18+ NO MINORS

Story Master List

You had already read the files on each of them but there was always more to a person then heartless paperwork. Cody brought them and was excited to show you them. They were standing in line at attention when you walked up. You eyed each of them up and down letting your eyes trail over their muscle and various distinct features. You grabbed the cyborg known as Echo by the chin and titled his head back and forth so you could admire the implants letting him go and moved on to the next one, it was the first time you had ever seen a clone with corrective googles, Tech, you tried to stick you’re finger between the band and his head but it didn’t budge. Useful. Looking up at a big musclier clone, Wrecker, made you feel slightly uncomfortable you didn’t even know they could be made like that and wondered if everything about him was big. You poked the hardness of his arm, you let out a small hmph. The next one was doing his best to hide a very obvious grimace, Crosshair, you stared into his eyes and saw nothing but darkness staring back. This one was going to be annoying and a buzzkill. The next one was leader of the group, Hunter, being aware of his enhanced senses you very gently tilted his face to the side so you could get a good look at the skull tattoo on his face. Stepping away from them you put your hands behind your back. The thought of being stuck with five hot me for who knows how long made your heart in lower places skip a beat. Definitely going to have to get this out of my system first.

“What was that about?” Wrecker said looking at where you poked him.

“You boys are heading out with General Reaper to recover a lost Jedi artifact that would be very dangerous in sSeparatist hands,” Cody said with a small grin, “Maybe we’ll all go out for drinks when you get back. Good luck and try to have fun with them” he said to you before turning and leaving you with what was suppose to be the best squad for the job.

You stripped off the traditional black robes, much to their surprise and to expose the sleek armor underneath. You put your lightsabers in a side pocket and reached for your blaster holsters from the pack you left by Cody’s feet during the inspection. Two small blasters on your sides and a longer on your hip. You rolled up the robe up and shoved it in the pack, swinging it into place on your back letting it latch.

“Sergeant Hunter, prepare the ship for a run into the depths of the outter rim. Make sure we got enough of everything to be stranded for a couple weeks. Now if anyone needs me, I’m off to 79’s come get me when you’re done,” you said looking at the ship a few clicks away, “Also paint over that, where we’re going you don’t identifiable markings like that,” you said with a small whistle at the senator artwork they had done.

The big boy sighed but nodded. You sprinted off in the direction Cody headed and managed to catch up with him. You wrapped your arm around his neck and rubbed your knuckles into his hair distressing it, his boys were of course watching and they were very aware of how much you liked to embarrass them.

You pointed at the nearest clone who was staring, “Keep staring and you’ll be next Boil.” All of the other clones put their heads down and didn’t want to be the next victim of your sisterly taunting.

“General,” Cody said maneuvering out of your hold, “What was that for,” he said fixing his hair and putting his helmet on so you couldn’t do it again.

“The squad you gave me looks like a bunch of sticks in the mud, you know how boring this assignment is going to be?” You said crossing your arms, “What am I suppose to do with a group of guys who look like they can’t have a good time?”

“Commanders Wolffe’s team has been pulled for assignment after their shore day today.”

“The pack is at 79’s?!”

“Oh no.”

“Come on let’s go,” you said yanking his arm practically out of his socket.

“Have to check in with General Kenobi first.”

“Master?!” Your face lit up.

You hummed temple rhymes as we entered the command room to find Obi looking over a data pad. When he heard your hum he turned around and his face light up. It had been a while since you trained under him but he was definitely fond of your unorthodox methods.

“It’s been awhile. Nice to see you’re still forgoing traditional entire.”

“More comfortable,” you chipped with a shrug, “not every tradition needs to be followed to the letter.”

“Just try not to get into much trouble this time.”

“She’s walking trouble,” Cody mumbled.

“Commander, have fun we can have this meeting when she ships out.”

“Wooot, let’s go cause trouble,” which got a major eye roll from Obi.

Cody ushered me towards the unsuspecting speeders tucked away in a corner, you always wondered how the clones snuck out time to time. You let out an audible laugh flinging your leg over it and starting it. There is no way the higher ups didn’t know these were here because they had the signature squadron colors on them it would definitely be hard to miss the bright orange, blue and green color amongst the white ships. You were surprised however they would turned a blind eye to it. You and Cody raced towards 79’s. Switching off the bike letting it drift to a stop and jumped off just as it stilled. Cody rolled his eyes, he knew it was his treat. We walked in to find the boys huddled in the back eating with fresh drinks.

“Loose Lips,” Wolffe grinned.

“She embarrassed me in front of all the boys already,” Cody said putting his hands up before sliding into their booth.

“I’ll grab us some drinks,” you said already walking off to the counter.

“What’s a girl like you doing in a boring place like this,” a shiny said his finger doing a circle in the air motioning to be on the only non clone on the premises.

“General, what can I get ya?” The bar tending clone said walking over.

“Just two drinks, managed to drag Mr. boring bones in during his shift,” I smiled watching the color drain from the shiny’s face, “because just like you, I’m a soldier who needs a night out,” you said grabbing the two drinks and winking at him.

“Darren giving you a rough time?” Wolffe said raising an eyebrow, at who was obviously one of his shinys.

“Nah, it was kind of cute. Definitely better than the last one,” chugging half the glass down in one go, “might be cuter after a couple of these,” you said spinning the liquid in the glass staring at the embarrassed trooper when you noticed the two grey stripes down his sleeve. Hmph, wonder what he did to earn that most clones didn’t have marks on their regular clothing.

“This time don’t leave your strays forgetting where they left their civvies. There are only so many half truths I can come up with,” Wolffe said rolling his eyes.

Somehow you were always getting in trouble with one of his men, they we’re different from the rest. While all clones basically looked alike, they definitely didn’t think alike and he usually always got the toughest and smartest ones.

You bashed your lashes at him in a joking manner, “I would do no such thing,” but everyone knew they was a lie.

After a few more drinks everyone was having fun, arm wrestling each other and seeing how long it took to wake up after a stun shot. Ironically you beat them all by being able to wake up with in a perfect four minutes even though they spent stunning each other for fun, but not surprisingly Wolffe was four minutes and eleven seconds and Cody in third place like always.

“One of these days I’ll best you for time.”

“Only in your dreams.”

“I’ll get us another round,” you said letting them jokingly bicker at each other.

Darren was still sitting at the counter drinking alone, you walked over to him out of curiosity, “why aren’t you with your brothers?”

“Ever been stuck in the barracks with your brothers for weeks on end? Sometimes quiet is the new sanity,” then it clicks with him you’re not a clone, “or stuck with anyone for that long,” he quickly added.

“I have and you’re right, I don’t know how I don’t smother them time to time. What are the stripes about?”

“I’m daring,” he said with annoyed coated laugh, “During training I never followed the regulation path so it’s just a reminder to think outside the lines.”

You looked over at the pack exchanging credits on what probably bets about how the night would end. Wolffe gave you a tiny thumbs up when none of them were looking. A little hmph escaped your mouth, wasn’t often they approved of your mischievous behavior. Slipped the bar tender a few extra credits, he laughed and nodded off towards the back room handing you two more drinks.

“Coming,” you purred to Darren as you got up.

“Just try to be quiet,” the bar tender whispered.

The gambling lounge tucked around the back was empty, the gambling tables mostly empty but for abandoned wagers left out. The shiny gulped down his drink, so you gulped down yours. You didn’t know why you found clones so attractive, maybe it the was the caramel eyes or perfect smiles.

He was breathing deeply trying to figure you out, his heart fluttering when he watched you down the drink. His heart raced faster when you stepped closer to him, you were staring up at him with a mischievous smile. Might have been his first time around a woman but you definitely peaked his interest.

You fiddled with his civvies, pulling off his gloves one at a time with your teeth and then removed his cap in one swoop exposing deep brown hair with some dyed grey streaks running threw it. Yep, you thought, definitely one of pack. Running your hand up his chest you could feel the race in his heart as the muscles underneath refused to hide anything. He helped by unfastening his shirt so his bare chest was exposed, letting you run your fingers up and down his chest. While clones weren’t born with the urge to reproduce, they definitely dance with a little a little bit of help. You slowly took off each of your blasters and holsters and set them down and kicking them away. You placed his hands on the straps of your legging, allowing him to set the pace if he wanted to take them off. You looked down definitely noting that it got his attention, that your certain favourite part was starting to bulge out. Before you gave him time to decide, you chose you didn’t need pants right now. You bought one of your legs up to his side, letting the other hold you up so you could slowly grind into that bulge. He run his fingers around your leg, feeling the hidden muscle underneath.

“Should we really be doing this General?” He said red glowing over his cheeks.

“Consider it an order if you want too,” you whispered in his ear feeling him fill out more under you.

You pulled him over to the sofa taking off his pants, leaving his bare legs and other things exposed. Slowly you took off the panties you were wearing and pushed him down onto the couch. Gently you played with his choobies watching his dick pulse with the sensation. A small moan escaped him, dragging your finger up you grabbed firmly around his member. You pumped it up and down with a tiny twist watch the euphoria spread across his face. His breathing hitched, he was getting close. How cute. You angled yourself above him and slammed yourself down on him as hard as you could. A loud ahhh escaped him with the new sensation, something warm and wet hugging him in all of the right places. You brought your mouth to his to muffle the moans escaping both of you as you bounced up and down him, he was definitely hard enough to make your walls twitch around his added girth. One of hands traced the back of your neck tickling your spine, you bit down on his lip gently but forcibly.

“General-“ he panted between kisses, “what’s that feeling-“

“Just enjoy it Trooper,” you purred kissing down his neck maybe biting a little to hard at the base of his neck. A little mark to give his brothers something to talk about.

His hands reached for your hips almost pleading to be pushed over what was probably a very short ledge. You could see the blissful tension in his face and feel his dick squirming in you. You teased him a little bit by slowing down, his nails dug into you causing you’re own warm fluid to kiss the tip of his dick. You started shaking, it’s been a while since you last came. He picked you up and laid you down on the gambling table, it was just the perfect height for him to be standing in front you where you could see his chest and face. You let out a small giggle, as he brought one your legs to his shoulders. You could feel him pressing deeper in you, he kissed your ankle and cupped your hips with both of his hands squeezing. You started to feeling more warmth gathering and your vagina squeezing around him.

“Harder” you panted squirming under him.

“Like this” he asked like he was asking for your approval as he pulled himself out and then slammed into your cervix.

“Mhm,” you moaned as he slammed into your cervix again a little hard this time.

We’re both were to busy feeling each other when Tech walked in to the trooper to cumming in you “General” he said panting while digging into my hips, his eyes looking at you in wonder.

As much as you kept wanting to stare at his beauty, your head leaned back to see a shocked expression and horrified on Tech face, “Took you boys long enough,” I squeaked in between the convulsions of the orgasms, “I’ll be out in a bit.”

“Excuse me,” Tech staring down promptly at his data pad and backing out.

You heard a muffled “I warned you,” from the other side of the door.

You looked back up to see the mortified look on the troopers face who was just starting to go soft inside you, you leaned up very carefully to touch his face, “Hey don’t sweat it,” you said gently pulling him out and nibbled on his ear lobe, “when I get back I’ll make it up to you.”

You grabbed one of the old towels and put it inbetween my legs for the cum to dripped onto.

“Why are you waiting for them?” He asked his warm composure coming back.

“A trip to the outter rim to retrieve an ancient Jedi artifact.”

“I’m going get dressed, before someone else walks in. CT-9732 when you get back,” he said leaning down and kissing you again, slightly getting better each time.

Your eyes trailed the forms of his body, the muscle and curvature of the definition. It almost made you want him to take again before leaving. You sighed and finished sitting forward for the rest of the cum to noisily drip out. You stood up holding the towel under you making sure it was done, and it was. You rolled up the towel and hide it under the table. The trooper gave you one more look with a huge blush a crossed his face, before leaving. You couldn’t remember the last time someone blushed over you like that. You fastened your armor back on so you could face the awaiting embarrassment outside of the room. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, it wasn’t the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened; at least it wasn’t Obi. You plastered a dumb smile on your face and found your way back to where Cody and Wolffe were waiting.

“I told you he wouldn’t mark her, hand over the credits.”

“He’s definitely… different,” you said accidentally letting a small blush appear across your face and you’re voice was almost dreamy.

Wolffe handed the credits back to Cody, “told ya.”

“Regs,” Crosshair scowled walking over looking at who your choice was with the rest of the batch. His eyes beamed down at you, trying to pierce you with his anger and… something carnal.

“We’ll go out for drinks and maybe some drunk racing when I get back, you boys take care and tell Obi I said good luck on Mistori.”

“How did you-“ Cody said, “Right.”

I laughed, “Alright come on boys let’s get out of here.”

Tech didn’t even look at me, his face was glued to his datapad very obviously trying hide embarrassment? It was almost kind of cute. Thinking about it, you wondered if Hunter could smell the hormones and sex on you. It kind of made you a little turned on thinking about it. Tech was unfortunately the tour guide of the Marauder, never once looking at you, but showed you where the bunks were and the room they cleared out for you not knowing exactly what a female or Jedi needs.

“I think we need to talk about the Bantha in the room,” you said stepping infront of him.

“It’s a natural biological need, although I was unaware that the Regs could feel such a need because it wasn’t something we were designed to do. It was definitely data I did not need nor a position I needed to see my commanding officer in.”

“I’m going to trapped here with a bunch of guys for week, you do have to admit it was the best option at the time.”

“That… Yes actually was for the best,” he said looking up but not quiet looking at me either, “I would however use the refresher and get cleaned up. If I can still smell it on you, Hunter most definitely can.”

That was hot. “Yeah, point me in the direct.”

He lead me to a small room with, “be quick”, he said practically shoving my inside and shutting the door.

You rolled your eyes and peeled off your armor & let it hit the floor piece by piece. Just incase they were listening, however you didn’t know if it was to prove a point you were going to clean up or to tease them. As soon as you stepped in the shower you realized the other side of the shower were the boy’s bunk because you pressed your ear up against the wall you could hear a mild wet noise and a whispered ‘kark’ as a moan. It wasn’t long until you lifted your leg a little bit where you could play with yourself until you heard the other side finish with an almost intentional splat against the wall.

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fadingdaggerr · 1 year

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wine and ember - l.w.

pairing: larissa weems x gn!reader (no pronoun or name use for reader)

summary: pre-relationship, understood mutual feelings, lesbians being lesbians and flirting without flirting, larissa <3 (also featuring a tiny wenclair bc babies)

warnings: alcohol consumption, a few suggestive comments, kissing/light making out

note: i was permanently locked out of my account ( @fadingdagger ) so i am just moving my fics over to this acc. (2/3)

“enid, have you ever even heard of algernon blackwood?” she shakes her head. “then how can you know you don’t like this book?”

“you saw wednesday! she was excited about this book,” excited may have been a vast overstatement of the look on wednesday’s face, “so i just know it’s scary!”

click, click, click, click.

“i just resisted puppy-dog eyes from the enid sinclair. that’s called winning battles, principal weems,” i joke back, my head not leaving my desk. “where is my reward?”

her lips were moving, but words didn’t reach my ears. “hmm?” i let out, blinking rapidly to reset my thoughts.

she stands from her perch at my desk, my face now level with her abdomen, but my eyes never leaving her face. a hand rises to my cheek, her thumb stroking it ever so lightly, “seven o’clock?”

“am i supposed to pretend i didn’t see you run across the gardens?”

“does this suit as reward for your victory against puppy-dog eyes?” larissa’s voice dances around me. i could feel the weight of the question, could also feel the toying within her tone.

“hi,” she whispers since she’s barely two inches from my own face.

“hey,” and i immediately want to bang my head on a wall, she’s this close and she’s all i’ve ever wanted and needed, and i said ‘hey.’

“would it be selfish to ask for all of your time?”

“would it be selfish of me to accept it for all of yours in return?”

really appreciate the patience while i repost these fics. i know it’s annoying :)

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems fanfic #larissa weems #gwendoline christie #larissa weems is a lesbian #wednesday netflix

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old-poptart · 1 year

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Bestie I’m back-

And I’m writing this request as I’m about to fall asleep Fr

But can I have an Amane x reader oneshot with his girlfriend who’s been overworking herself?? Like Amane and her are living in an apartment together and she has been getting little to no sleep due to her job. One day Amane comes home to her fallen asleep at her work table. When Amane finally takes her to the bed, she’s half asleep whispering how much she adores him (she’s half asleep so she’s just spitting all this out with no regrets and filter- I act like a drunk when I’m half asleep-)

I HAD THIS IDEA AND HAD TO REQUEST IT FROM SOMEONE

Thank youuu!!!

a/n: RAHHHH I LOVE ONE SHOTS AND THIS IDEA ITS SO STINKIN CUTEEEEE, ofc you can request from me darlin muah 😽

warnings: fluff so sweet you'll have to pay the dentist a visit, mentions of lack of sleep, over working yourself

Amane with his overworked s/o (female) 🩹:

"rest in my arms, my pretty girl.. ive got ya"

drops splashed on your window, the wind tousling the trees' leaves, what a day today. you barely had any time to spend with your choppy haired boy, amane, the love of your life. you've been known to be a pretty hard worker, you've been commemorated and praised for that. that praise filled something inside of you like it was what kept ya goin'. if you didn't seek validation and a good product, what's the point, right?

"alright, just gotta do these assignme..nts!! then gotta do that thingy and.." those words kept breaking apart everytime your unfiltered voice spoke, lack of sleep was taking an affect to a lot of things but hey! at least you're getting your job done, right? your head wanted to rest itself on that rock hard desk but you resisted. eventually your tiredness said otherwise and made it collapse onto the surface, a sigh escaping your lips.

"sweetheart..?" oh the sweet sound of love rang in your ears, amane always had a way with his words and that carried into the names he gave you. he'd call you all sorts of stuff, my pretty baby, pumpkin, sugar, cutie pie, anything that was as sweet as you was the perfect name for his love. he walked in your workspace, seeing how he was in his pajamas already and was clearly waiting for that snuggle session you promised him earlier.

"hmm..? oh amane, my loveee..!" you picked your head up so that you could look at him properly, a smile tugging onto the corners of your lips and your eyes sleepily but lovingly gazing at him. you couldn't see it that well, but a blush rose to his pale cheeks.

"darling, you need to sleep! it's past midnight.." your boyfriend begged you as he poked your cheek, it just made your drunk like self to be even more lovey dovey. you just loved him so much, what would you do without that angel who also happens to be a hunk of junk~?

"awh but i wanna be with youuuu!! you're just so perfect, i love ya so muchhh" your words were slurred as if you were on your fifth shot of tequila, no words that came out of your blabbering mouth were thought over and it honestly made amane chuckle despite how flushed he was.

an idea sparked in his head, he can take advantage of your sleepy mindset. "you did promise me that cuddle session earlier, you can make it up to me now~" he grinned as he held your hand in his, ready to lead you to bed. "oh yes pleaseee" your half lidded eyes wandered into his gentle but teasing honey glazed eyes. you got up, but you both soon realized you might be too sleepy to even walk to bed!

"alrighty then, 'guess we'll have to do this another way..~" he wrapped his arms around your body, picking you up bridal style and walking you over to bed. you were so sleepy you didn't even get flushed at this adorable action, instead you fawned over how princely he was and how he meant the world to you, how sweet~

his cheeks getting warmer, amane placed you in bed gently as he tucked you in. he also got all cozy with you too, i mean you two are like two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly for each other. your head used his arm as a pillow as the other caged you tightly so you wouldn't leave, it was all you wanted. "you're so sweet.. my prince charming..~" your voice couldn't help but sleepily whisper sweet nothings into his ear as you fell asleep, man he felt like the happiest man alive. what would he do without his pretty girl?

GAHHHHH ROLLIN IN BED RN- HOPE YOU ENJOY!

-ooga :D

#tbhk x reader #hanako #hanako x reader #amane yugi

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and-claudia · 1 year

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His Heir pt. 9 (Darth Maul x fem! reader)

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Word Count: 1598

a/n: I'm back!! Also there is an important update to the taglist at the bottom so please read it!!

Dinner never came. Just as Maul and I were preparing to call for the droids, my comlink began going off frantically.

“Who would be calling so late?” Maul asked confused.

But I was just as confused as he was. No one should be calling this late. Not unless it was an emergency.

I grabbed it and pressed the button.

“Yn?”

It was Qi’ra.

“Qi’ra it is late, why would you be calling so late?” I said, slightly irritated that she had once again interrupted my time with Maul.

“Is Lord Maul around? I don’t want him to hear this.” She said.

She was clearly stressed.

“I am right here, Lady Qi’ra. Why wouldn’t I be? You knew Lady Yn was spending the day with me. Now, what is going on?” Maul said, stepping closer so she would be able to hear him clearly.

“Um… I need Yn's assistance on something.” She said.

It took everything in me not to laugh as Maul scoffed at her answer.

“Lady Qi’ra I will only say this once… When I ask you a question, I expect an actual answer, not some skirt around the edges, bullshit answer. Do you understand?” He was angry.

“Y-Yes Lord Maul. My deepest apologies.” She stuttered out, “I was just trying to send out the new assignments for tomorrow and I sent some of them to the wrong people…” She admitted.

“Seriously? How did you do that?” Now I was pissed too.

“It- it was an accident. Is there a way to fix it?”

“Yes, there is. Do you realize though that you could have just compromised all of Crimson Dawn?” I asked.

“Yes, I know. It was an accident.”

I looked over to Maul and sighed.

“Where are you?”

“Our office.”

“I’ll be there in a couple minutes.” I told her before ending the link, not giving her the chance to answer.

“Yn, she needs to fix this on her own.” Maul said.

I sighed, “And she will. I’m going to collect the rest of the assignments to do them myself. She clearly was not ready for that. I’ll make sure she learns how to fix this mistake just in case she messes up again.”

“There won’t be a next time, and if there is… I’ll have to find a replacement I guess.” Maul said as we both approached the door.

“I’ll be back soon. Go ahead and call for dinner, I’ll just eat when I get back.” I sighed.

“I’ll wait. Go clean up her mess.” He said, before kissing my forehead quickly.

Once I left his quarters, I booked it to the office. As soon as I got there I sat down at my desk with my data pad and began frantically typing out a mass message for everyone.

“What are you doing? You’re supposed to be helping me.” Qi’ra said in a panicked voice.

“Calm down! I am helping you.” I said, not even looking up.

“How? You’re just sitting there!” She was freaking out.

“Hey! Listen, this was your mess up. I am here to help you, so don’t come yelling at me like that. I am sending out a mass message to tell everyone not to open their assignments to prevent your mess up from compromising anything. If I were you I would be thanking me.” I said just before I hit send on the message.

“Why should I thank you for doing your job?” She asked.

I looked at her like she was insane, which she might just be.

“Qi’ra I get you’re new to working here at the compound, but let me tell you something, my job title is not “Fixer of Qi’ra’s Fuck Ups” okay? My title here is Head Advisor to Lord Maul. I’m only here because I know how to fix this mistake.” I said, getting angry.

“Well then here, fix it.” She said setting her datapad down in front of me.

“Um, no.” I said grabbing it and forcing it back into her hold, “You’re going to fix it. You need to learn. I’m not going to always be at your disposal to clean up your fuck ups. Especially once…” I gained my wits enough to stop myself before I said anything about Maul and me.

“Once, what?” She asked.

“None of your business. Now go to where you send out the assignments.” I said, quickly trying to change the subject.

She tapped away on the datapad for a few moments before looking back up at me, “Okay, now what?”

“Do you know which ones you sent out incorrectly?”

“No, how could I? There’s so many of them.” She said.

I rolled my eyes. It was going to take her so long to get up to where she needed to be.

An exaggerated sigh left my lips before I answered her.

“Okay, you should really pay attention to that more, but that’s a battle for another day. Down in the bottom right corner, there’s a button that looks like a diamond inside of a square. Press that.” I said.

“What does it do?”

“Just press it.” I sighed.

I watched as her eyes light up with shock as all the assignments came flooding back onto the device.

“It was that easy?” She asked.

“Technically yes. But don’t expect to use that often. Maul gets alerted anytime you use it. And… if I were you I’d make sure you never have to use it again… for your own sake.” I advised.

“Your threats don’t scare me.” She said.

I scoffed, “Okay, it’s not my threat, it’s Maul’s.”

“You know you are so disrespectful.” She said.

“How, I don’t have to respect you so therefore I can’t be disrespectful.” I said.

“Not to me, to Lord Maul. You don’t even use his proper title.”

“I do when it’s needed… You see that’s the difference between you and me. I may work for Maul, but I am also his friend. You only work for him. I don’t feel the need to prove anything to him, you clearly do. I have a lot of respect for him, more than you would even understand, trust me.”

I stood from my desk and began to make my out.

“Where are you going?” She asked.

I gave her an odd look.

“The assignments still have to get sent out.” She pointed out.

“I am aware. Get to it. I am going to go enjoy my dinner with Maul.” And with that, I left.

The audacity of this woman. What the hell was her problem? I go to help her and she insults me like that. Part of me now couldn’t wait for the day Maul is finally able to announce that I was pregnant with his heir. Her reaction is going to be priceless. Watching her face as all the gears start turning and she starts piecing the puzzle together and realizing why Maul and I have been spending so much time together, not much is going to beat that.

When I got back to Maul’s quarters, true to his word, he hadn’t eaten yet. We called for the droids and were soon eating while sitting on the couch together.

“I saw your message. Did you get everything fixed?” He asked, which prompted a slight glare from me.

“I am going to take that as a yes you did but something else also happened?” He asked.

“Spot on.” I sighed.

“What happened?” He asked gently.

“She’s just a bitch.” I continued to explain the events that transpired in the office and telling him about how she said I was disrespectful.

“Is it bad that I am really looking forward to the day that you announce I’m pregnant? I just know it’s going to get under her skin.” I asked.

Maul let out a small laugh.

“I don’t think so. In fact, I agree, her reaction is going to be priceless.” He said.

His answer made me smile a little. I was glad that I wasn’t the only one looking forward to that moment, but it also made me think about that moment a bit more.

“Would we announce it right away to everyone? Or would you want to wait until after they’re born to announce them as your heir?”

“Why would we wait until then?” He asked, tilting his head to the side.

“I don’t know… I don’t want anyone saying anything like we had an unprofessional relationship or anything… I don’t want anyone to think it was an accident and that you were being forced to name the child as your heir.” I confessed.

“I’d like to see them try. If anyone ever says anything negative about you or our future child, you have my word, they will be dealt with. But Yn, most members of Crimson Dawn know that we have known each other for years and are more than just a leader and an advisor. They’d be idiots to not realize our friendship.” He reassured.

I nodded, realizing that he was right… hopefully.

We finished up our meal and were soon getting ready for bed. I opted to head back to my quarters for the night. I knew I was welcome to stay, but I didn’t want to seem like I was expecting to stay another night. When I got back to my quarters, I showered and got dressed for bed before pulling out an outfit for tomorrow.

I opted for one of Maul’s favorite dresses, he had actually gotten it for me. I knew he’d notice it… and Qi’ra would notice him noticing it. Tomorrow will be fun.

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#darth maul imagine #darth maul x reader #darth maul x fem! reader #starwars #star wars #darth maul smut #darth maul x pregnant reader

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swampofiniquity · 2 years

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Antidote (Leon Kennedy x Reader) - Chapter One

Part Five of Point / Counterpoint

Rated: Teen and Up

Word Count: 1878

Cross-posted from AO3

Summary: Your track record as an agent takes another hit and Leon is a little more gentle this time around as he helps you put yourself back together.

This is the first multi-chaptered part of this series. As of right now it has two (with the second being a flashback then another explicit scene), so please be sure to keep an eye out for more soon!

Warnings/Contents: blood and mentions of gun violence (pretty mild by RE standards), hurt/comfort, you could have died again lol

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You had been sitting alone in the infirmary for all of two minutes when Leon barged in, breathing heavily, his eyes wild until they softened when they finally landed on you. He somehow managed to make it there faster than the actual medic who was supposed to be stitching you up and you had to stifle a laugh at the mental image of him sprinting like a lunatic the whole way from his office.

The man was your emergency contact for a reason.

“Hey,” you smiled, offering him a little wave with the hand that wasn’t currently keeping pressure on the sluggishly bleeding wound on your thigh. For the first time since you left for your mission that morning, your body relaxed, the nervous flight-or-fight giddiness finally subsiding as Leon carefully sat down on the exam table next to you.

A wave of exhaustion hit you almost immediately.

“What’d you do this time?” he asked as you leaned into his warm, steady shoulder. He pressed a kiss to your temple, a move that normally would have raised your hackles at work, but you couldn’t muster up the required indignation and instead just let yourself enjoy the sweet gesture. You almost forgot he was waiting for an answer until he gently nudged your side.

“I didn’t do anything. Some dickhead shot me," you gritted through your teeth, pulling away the gauze from your thigh to surreptitiously check the wound. Leon stiffened at your side when he caught sight of just how bloody the area was, despite your best attempt to conceal it.

Wordlessly, he got up and opened a few cabinets at random until he found a supply of fresh gauze. You held your hand out expectantly, but Leon shook his head, taking a moment to wash his hands with surgical scrub before taking a seat on the exam room’s stool and opening the sterile packaging.

"Here, let me," he said gently, brushing your hand aside until he had full access to your injury.

It was intimate in a very real, very visceral way, literally bleeding and vulnerable before him. For a split second your body tensed like it was ready to bolt, but the urge was gone as you glanced down at his face, his blue eyes focused and brow twisted with worry. A soft, warm, unfamiliar feeling settled deep in your chest. Your face grew hot as he tenderly examined the deep gash, his fingers cool on your overly heated flesh.

You couldn’t keep your exhausted mind from drawing parallels to that day in his office. The last time you felt those fingers on your thigh it was a far cry from the gentle touch he was using now.

It had been weeks now of the pair of you dancing around what happened, like a game of I-slept-with-my-best-friend chicken - the unspoken rule being the first one to bring it up was the loser who had to admit that it meant something more than just physical release. The whole thing meant that the blurred edges of your friendship were muddier than ever and it had created this distance between you two that hadn’t been there in years.

Though it was fitting that all it took was you being injured to bridge the gap and bring him back into your personal space again. Hell, your shared propensity for getting hurt on the job was practically the cornerstone of your friendship. You first met right there in that same infirmary back when you were still a medic and Leon had been hauled in with a concussion and a dislocated shoulder. And he had been there for you when you were injured on your very first field assignment, taking care of you when you’d been too stubborn to ask for help.

Your vision blurred at the memory and you were surprised to find yourself blinking back tears. It almost hurt thinking about how much you cared for the man in front of you, of just how intricately your lives had woven together.

It was fucking terrifying.

"I thought you were just there to collect intel," Leon grilled as he worked, his voice clipped and tense. He replaced the soiled gauze and pressed his palm into you, keeping a steady but gentle pressure on the fresh pad.

You winced at the new stinging pain and your hand shot out to grasp the back of his neck. It was embarrassing how palpable the relief was at feeling his bare skin against your palm. “Yeah, so did I,” you answered, trying to not sound so breathless.

Leon met your eyes, frowning again and clearly not amused. He said your name, but you cut him off.

“Can’t you debrief me later?" You stuck out your lower lip in an exaggerated pout, knowing it was a childish ploy, but you didn’t have the energy or emotional capacity to spare to recount the ambush you had walked into earlier that day. Or how close you came to actually dying. Again.

Even as your exhausted mind desperately tried to keep it at bay, you couldn’t control the rush of nausea that roiled your stomach as the scene from that afternoon’s mission swam unbidden into your mind’s eye. Particularly the flicker of recognition on your assailant’s face before he adjusted the shot lined up for your head and chose to instead aim for your thigh to cover his escape.

In hindsight, there had been all the hallmarks of a set-up, from the informant going ghost right after you and your partner had left to check out the lead, to the sharpshooter waiting alone for you in the shadows in the warehouse district. They were prepared to kill, had apparently planned meticulously just to get a DSO agent down there, by all rights you should be dead and your gut told you it had nothing to do with the gunman suddenly discovering a newfound respect for human life.

With this being your second failure in as many months, you were afraid your ego had ultimately taken more damage than your leg. Hopefully, Hunnigan would be able to fill in the blanks after the investigation. Though the thought of someone else having to clean up after your mess just made the nausea already french braiding your insides so much worse.

“Fuck,” you murmured under your breath, your vision warbling embarrassingly with tears as you brought a shaking hand up to try and brush them away without Leon noticing. Either you were successful or, more likely, Leon kindly busied himself with cleaning up the gauze wrappers to give you some privacy to get yourself under control.

When he looked back to you, he sighed and you watched the muscles in his jaw jump as he bit his tongue. “Fine,” he relented, using his free hand to guide one of yours back into holding the gauze. “We’ll debrief once medical clears you.” He stood back up and rejoined you on the table, slinging his arm around your shoulders to bring you in close. “But no fighting me when I try to take care of you this time.”

“Fine,” you sighed, your breath hitching, your eyes closing as you rested your head back against him. He pressed his lips to your hair and lingered, his warm breath on your scalp only adding to your drowsiness. “Can we order pizza?”

“Of course we can, Gorgeous.”

“Even if I want pineapple and black olives?” You asked through a yawn.

You couldn’t quite make out Leon’s response, but you could feel the gentle rumble of his laugh against chest as you took a series of deep, calming breaths, trying to get both your emotions and the level of pain to manageable levels.

Either out of solidarity or just habit, Leon’s own breathing slowed to match yours and soon you were lulled into true relaxation, helped along by his hand gently raking his nails up your neck and through your hairline.

Unfortunately, your peace was short lived. In probably less than five minutes, when the attending physician finally showed up, Leon gently shook you awake, ignoring your little grumbles and stepping off the table to give the other man some space to work. You yawned, tired eyes widening in horror as the blurry form of your former boss swam into focus.

“Dr. Marshal,” you stuttered out, embarrassed that they had called the head of the department for what amounted to hardly more than a scratch.

And that he had pretty much caught you drooling onto your superior’s shoulder.

“Relax, Agent. I’m not your supervisor anymore, you can call me Jay. So, a GSW to the right vastus lateralis? Let’s take a look and see if we can get you outta here soon.” Dr. Marshal clapped his hands together before moving to scrub up and slip on some nitrile gloves.

Without Leon’s solid, warm presence at your side, you couldn’t keep out the flood of memories that came as soon as Dr. Marshall started his exam, the pain triggering the panic that had gripped you in the field. God, for a split second, you had been sure that you were going to die.

By all logic you should be dead.

You were so focused on trying to choke it all back down, that you nearly jumped out of your skin when a hand suddenly gripped your shoulder from behind. “Easy,” Leon said into your ear quietly, having made his way behind the exam table from where he had been standing by the door. You were so grateful for his touch that any reservations you previously held about showing affection in public were squashed immediately, and you leaned your upper body back against him.

After a moment of trying to rematch your breathing to the slow rise and fall of his chest, you finally felt the panic begin to recede again. “Thank you,” you whispered.

“Alright, well lucky for you it appears to have missed most of the major structures of the leg, but it is going to require some pretty extensive sutures as I’m sure you already suspected, as well as a rigorous PT regime to get you back into field shape once you heal. Any numbness or tingling in your foot or toes?”

You shook your head, straightening up, but noticing how Leon kept his hand on your shoulder. “No, just quite a bit of radiating pain.”

“Yes, that’s pretty typical for this type of injury. What’s your number out of ten?”

“...eight,” you breathed reluctantly. Dr. Marshall’s brows shot up in response and you felt Leon give your shoulder another squeeze.

“I’ll order a shot of Demerol before getting you stitched up. I uh, take it you have an escort to make sure you get home safely,” he said, directing the last part embarrassingly at the man behind you. Your face heated up like hot coals as you opened your mouth, struggling to find the right words when Leon interrupted.

“I’ll make sure she gets home safely,” he confirmed and your hot face went full nuclear combustion at the clear implication.

Blissfully, you only had to live with your blistering embarrassment for about ten minutes. After Dr. Marshall returned and administered the heavy duty pain medication, you were finally able to slip into deep, warm unconsciousness.

#leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy fanfiction #resident evil fanfiction #it made more sense to split this one into chapters youll see what i mean later #also im shit at graphics dont make fun of me

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sparkelingspectres · 3 years

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I'm only 7 hours through my 12 hour shift n I already feel like

(From this vid btw which has been living in my head rent free for over a month)

#if the word assignmence was a word that would be me #bless lisa for getting me some coffee not sure if itll help or make me worse but i appreciate the thought #i talk :)

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thegingeralien · 3 years

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Thought I might share my “doing homework with adhd” tips in case the might help even just one person (because that would make me feel happy).

Who am I to be giving you advice? Good point! I am still terrible at studying and I’m 26 and at University for the millionth time. But I have studied A LOT in my 22 years of schooling with varying degrees of success.

I see a lot of people, especially teenagers or first year university/college students, with ADHD asking for tips on how to study. But if you do a google search most of the websites and advice that comes up can be extremely ableist. So I hope I can help someone!

TIPS TO HELP YOU STUDY WHEN YOU HAVE AN ADHD GREMLIN BRAIN!:

1. Chewing gum!

- This might come across as a weird one, but it has actually really helped me. I use it as a form of stimming to help keep me focused and concentrating. Other forms of stimming can potentially end up being more of a distraction when you actually need to be reading or writing - but they can help if you just need to be listening. Try not to get a bubble gum or fun flavoured one though - as they can end up making your mouth feel dry, lose flavour quickly, and just give your brain way too many sensory things to become distracted with.

2. Buying colour coded stationary!

- New stationary can make me really excited to start studying, but that excitement never lasts long and the act of buying stationary can sometimes become it’s own hobby. That’s not what we are going for here. I really recommend, especially if you are a visual learner like me, to buy colour coded stationary. This means removable page markers, different coloured post it notes, highlighters, sometimes even pens. This way if your mind jumps from one topic to the other, it doesn’t matter. Go with the flow. Forcing your ADHD gremlin brain to focus can be extremely counter intuitive. So pick a colour for each topic, and stick to that system to find organisation among your own chaos!

3. Buy a really cheap, boring year diary with hardly any writing inside.

- Not sure if your school/university has their own diary but they can be perfect for what I am on about. Generally you can find them for really cheap, soft cover, no writing or designs within the dates. Just dates, days, weeks and lines where you can write your homework. This helped me a lot in High School. I wish I had kept doing it in University, but I am good with giving advice, and not so much with taking it. I used to decorate the outside of it however I wanted. Some years I would redecorate the same diary every semester. In the public holidays or holiday days I would colour those lines in with different highlighters to make it look like a rainbow. But every assignment due date, homework, draft, rewrite, form I had to bring back, library book due date, school activity days, ANYTHING to do with school I would write in there with reminds and check lists. Important due dates would be highlighted, general homework and daily to do lists t(o help me not leave my assignments to the last minute) would have a tick box beside them (because ticking tick boxes is free dopamine). Try to not put birthdays or fun things in it. This is a small way to stay on track so it helps you actually stay on track with the big things when you’re home.

4. Big whiteboards stuck on the wall where you can’t avoid it.

- This is not something I had in school, but I so wish I did. I have been using this recently to keep on top of house work (as maintaining your own house is tiring) and my small business or other things I really can’t avoid. If I physically write it down (not just in my phone) it psychologically does help you commit it to memory. Again, physically putting a line through a task you just completed is a hecking great rush of dopamine. But the biggest reason I love my white board, I can’t ignore it. It is stuck to the wall and is never out of sight, out of mind. I can’t put my phone or diary down and then refuse to look at it until I’m past the due date. Again, I’m not a perfect person, there are days where I don’t do anything I have written on the white board. But the great thing is, I don’t have to continuously feel like I failure, as I can wipe it all off the next morning or week and start fresh. I also put important things I have to remember that I’m doing during the week so I don’t forget them.

5. Icky Medication.

- I know not everyone wants to be on medication, and I understand. I am not forcing you to. No matter what your opinions are, you lovely gremlin who is still reading this post, regarding medication, you are valid and I respect you. My personal experience with medication has not been the best. I have been misdiagnosed for a severe chunk of my academic life which has seen me trying to focus and maintain school work under some even worse states then I am unmedicated! However, since receiving my diagnosis and finding the right ADHD medication for me, I have the ability to get so much work done without having to unnecessarily struggle. It’s unfortunately not magic, it will not turn me into a robot that makes me do work and turn out incredible, noble peace prize winning assignments (as much as I wish that were possible). I still have the ability to be a lump, doom scrolling through tumblr, forgetting to eat, and ignoring responsibilities. But it really helps me when I sit down and start that thing that isn’t fun. Yesterday it helped me hyperfocus on cleaning my office which was a terrifying room to be in. So it’s pretty close to magic in my opinion!

6. Accessing Disability Support at your place of learning.

- Not all of you taking the time to read this will have either a) an offical diagnosis or b) a good disability support available to you wherever you are completing your studies. And that is okay. This dot point just won’t be for you right now. But keep it in mind for a time when it might apply to you, as it’s something I never thought I would need, but will never take for granted ever again.

- If you have an offical diagnosis and Disability Support, make an appointment with the disability support adviser. DO IT NOW! Get your psychiatrist to write a diagnosis letter outlining that you have <enter superpower that makes you hilarious here> and that you are receiving <enter x,y,z treatment here> and that you would benefit from receiving <enter what you have always wished you had on the days you can’t make your ADHD gremlin brain do the thing here>. Now these benefits can be, but not limit to: automatic extensions on ALL assignments, extra time on exams, extra breaks to walk around while taking exams, special consideration when marking assignments, my university allows me to take exams in a separate room with only the other students in my subject who also have disability support (occasionally I have taken an exam alone with only a tutor present) so I don’t get distracted, permission to take fidget items into class or exam (I have the option to wear headphones, as long as I can display that they are not connected to anything). Maybe you can come up with some great ones for you with your disability advisor or your psychiatrist.

- The disability advisor will often go through your course outline with you at the start of each semester or year. This is annoying and a great time for disassociating, but can be useful in hindsight because you are made aware of everything that will come up during your class so you are not surprised. Because lets be honest, it is unlikely you are going to look at the course calendar too often.

- Side Note: I make an appointment every semester with my disability support officer for my area of study to make sure I have my special considerations for the year. Now I may go through the whole year without ever using my considerations. However, the fact that I know they are there takes an insane amount of pressure off of myself. If I’m having an insanely screwy loony tune mental health moment, I can email my coordinator my disability plan and say I need an extension due to personal reasons, and WHOOP, there it izzzzz.

7. Dedicated one thing or a few things that have nothing to do with food/alcohol/other substances to reward yourself with for doing the thing!

- This may not work for everyone. It doesn’t always work for me. I used to reward myself with food, but that only reinforced my stimming with overeating and my already bad relationship with food. And I feel as though that would be the same with any other substance that can be linked with addiction. (Addiction is a tough word, cause what aren’t I addicted to, I have ADHD, but hopefully you get what I mean!).

-Now, boring try and not choose this aside, lets think of somethings that work really well as rewards!

- My partner likes to come give me a kiss and a hug when ever they have written and reread a paragraph, you might buy a book when you get a really good mark, you might want to go make a cup of tea and watch an episode of your hyperfixation after studying for <enter a good period of time here>, you might allow yourself to partake in an activity you usually do while procrastinating (but at least this time you know you aren’t putting something off), talk to someone who you know will tell you they are proud of you as they understand the mental struggle you go through to concentrate (if you can’t think of anyone, it is 110% okay if that person are the amazing people on tumblr or the adhd tumblr chats. We will freaking pop a bottle of champagne for you cause we get it!).

- Try and make what ever you choose be something in a different room or away from your working space. Getting out can really calm you down.

8. Don’t be afraid to ask for assistance.

- This is true for anything, but I don’t mean just asking your teacher to give you extra help understanding the task and marking rubric. Many people online, tutors, librarians at your school, past or present students offer assistance rereading and making small edits (they won’t make it magical unfortunately) to your assignments. If you are like me and once you have written or completed the dreaded thing, you can not imagine or force your gremlin brain reread or edit the thing. So it can help to just delegate this to someone else, who hasn’t read it before, so they won’t disassociate or skim read it. They will often notice things you never would have even if you were neurotypical as that is just what happens when you have been working on something for so long.

9. Repetitive music.

- It generally helps if this has no lyrics. Lo-fi is amazing. Classical is alright too if it works for you, but both my partner and I agree that it can really assist you to keep up pace and focus when the beat is a high and repetitive (almost meditative) tempo.

10. Limit your screen space.

- This is a tip completely from my partner @dr-adhd who also has ADHD, is an avid PC gamer and is consistently in a battle with their gremlin brain to focus on completing their PhD. They have discovered that it really helps them to limit their screen space - simply put, work on one screen only. They have done more work more easily when they have their one screen on their laptop to focus on. Whereas their office has multiple screens so they could be playing runescape, watching YouTube, listening to lo-fi and doing work - which never worked (shocking right hahaha).

11. At the risk of sounding like a Mum... Put your phone and other electronics other than the assignment necessary one, away.

- I am a Mum, but to a fluffy puppy dog, so I hate to sound like my Mum when I was in high school, but she was right. Mobiles are the single easiest and biggest distraction in ADHD history. I often, even at coffee shops, have to turn my phone over so that I am not consistently looking at it every time the screen lights up to say the pizza place has sent me a coupon, or a carpet place that has been having a sale since I was born is... still having a sale, or a friend from school wants you to watch this TikTok. Even though you might not want to ignore your friends, because people pleasing, difficulting making/keeping friends and RSD are hecking real things, but they can all wait. Trust me, none of them are urgent. That TikTok will still be funny in an hour or two. And I’m probably completely right when I say that whomever just messaged you, never replies as quickly as you want them too. So I doubt they are going to think twice if you are MIA to finish your thing.

My partner or I might add to this later, but at the moment I already know that I probably wouldn’t read this wall of words if I was the one reading it, so if you are still with me, THANK YOU and I really hope I might have helped you. Sorry for the mound of words, but maybe you can reblog, screen shot, or save this and read a dot point at a time or refer to it when you need. Don’t be afraid to ask questions, I promise what ever it is, I’ve asked the same thing once in my life or something MUCH stupider.

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yiseulyh · 3 years

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meet me at our spot | @yhsan

location: spring equinox event

nokseodong’s tent is an oasis, a sense of relief washing over yiseul as she eyed the tent.

a bit too excited about attending the festival, the writer had been seduced by the endless new dishes and treats she could review. leaving her stuffed and tired out when she finally arrived to nokseodong’s station. her smile is weak as she waves at san, holding a bag of her ( many ) leftovers from her antics throughout the day.

“san-ssi!” she calls out hesitantly as she peeks into the tent, worried that she could be interrupting a treatment of a patient — a sigh of relief escaping her when she sees the younger man alone, “ it’s so crowded out there, i didn’t even know yunhwa had so many people”,she rambles, a habit of hers when she was losing energy, perhaps a last ditch effort from her body to keep moving until she returned home.

yiseul places the bag of leftovers on the plastic table, taking a moment to tie her long locks until a messy ponytail, obviously the running around had left her a bit heated, “ but there was so many choices for food, i need to write up thoughts up as soon as possible! i should have brought my laptop.” yes, if one were to look into the writer’s past they would see anytime she got too excited about an assignment, she would overwork herself into a jumble of words ( much like right now ).

#( oh honey — san )#yhsan #event1yh

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valiantlyleftwonderland · 2 years

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“Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise so I am changing myself.”- Rumi

Part IV- Curated Blog:

When thinking and reflecting on System Theory, I am using the system tenet of how did my system evolved and will continue to evolve over time. I am putting this curated blog together in such a way, to shine a light on the growth I did as a student & future educator in the field of family, school & community partnerships, and who I am as an individual. Through critical analysis, feedback, collecting data, and exchanging information on concepts we learned, I want the professors and other systems viewing my blog to be able to see the importance of these concepts and how they can be implemented in a variety of systems such as oneself, homes, neighborhoods, & classrooms. For these 5 assignments, I was able to engage in them first before implementing them onto others.

1. Family Treasure set:

The first assignment that spoke to me as a changing and more informed system was the family treasure assignment. After completing this assignment my way of thinking had evolved out of the scope of how I define family & treasure. By examining & I was able to explain who I consider my family & what I cherish. After completing this assignment my system evolved by creating my own family system and what I consider my treasure. This assignment represents the growth and introspect I did before implementing this activity onto family systems. Via this assignment, I analyze how the terminology of both these words can be interpreted differently and modification is necessary for family, school, community partnerships. Through systems theory thinking there were perturbations that occurred in different systems when conducting outreach. These perturbations were based on how they viewed their family & treasure. According to Zera (2002), “System perturbations (occurrences that promote change) may dramatically change the entire operating system (Kelso 1995): in essence, change creates change, and even small changes can have dramatic effects…an important facilitator for system growth and essential for self” (p. 19). In other words, because there was a perturbation in the family systems, in order to maintain homeostasis, they felt like they couldn’t participate due to their family status. By offering a change into their perspectives, via my own family treasure set and by informing them on alternate ways in how they could participate. Through the exchange of information, some systems took it into consideration while others changed their outlook on the activity& shared their set with me.

2. Ecological Map:

The ecological map assignment spoke to me as a changing and informed system by exploring & comprehending how I navigate & exist through different systems. By breaking down these systems & through self-reflection, I was able to map out how I existed differently in my neighborhood- Bushwick, school(elementary up to high school), & through job opportunities/positions. This represents the growth and more informed system by taking into consideration how the input of different factors affect the output on a microsystem like my childhood experience into the meso/macrosystem such as the culture surrounding school & work. I selected this assignment because through system theory we are able to see how systems are interdependent with one another. The ecological map assignment can be used as a way to observe & assess how others exist in a classroom, at home, or in their community. For instance, Bronfenbrenner (1976) states “It is from this perspective that the primary purpose of the ecological experiment becomes not hypothesis testing but discovery-the identification of those systems-properties and processes that affect, and are affected by, the behavior and development of the learner.” (p. 6) Therefore, as a future educator in order to perceive & get to know a child I would need to discover & identify how their systems interrelate on different levels & analyze the processes that influence the child’s output. Because systems can be complex, this assignment made me reflect on the importance of building trusting partnerships & connections with the children and their family members.

3. Assumption Assignment:

The assumption assignment spoke to me as a changing and more informed system because we had to identify our own assumptions, how it manifests itself through my system language and thoughts & ways we can decimate or dismantle them. This was an essential assignment because assumptions surfacing in my system can affect school, family, community partnerships due to how we perceive others or the prejudgments we already have. This informed my system language and thinking by revising my dialogue when communicating with other systems. As a future educator, I have to question my role, am I a target, perpetrator, ally, or bystander? Through these concepts, I can prevent miscommunication when forming relationships whether at home or in a classroom. After revision, my assumptions were that boys are not allowed to wear nail polish or pink clothing. Using system theory thinking, the perturbation impacting my systems was due to the hetero gender roles implemented into me. Due to the negative stigma that surrounds what is considered appropriate for boys in the Hispanic community, I became uneasy as a parent because I was preventing quality time and denying the interests my son had. Moreover Darling (2007) states “First, the central force in development is the active person: shaping environments, evoking responses from them, and reacting to them” (p. 204). As a result, my assumptions shaped my son’s environment by denying him a chance to bond with me when painting my nails or why he like the color pink, and consequently, he reacted to it by no longer being interested in it. By selecting this assignment, it is fundamental to not let our own assumptions get in the way of the needs of a child we tend to make assumptions on the spot without realizing it.

4. Family Assessment Portfolio:

The family assessment portfolio spoke to me as a changing and more informed system by providing me with materials that I can use as a future educator when establishing partnerships with families, schools, and communities. Family Assessment Portfolio also known as FAP is a resource available to children, families & teachers as a way of getting to know the child via their own pov. FAP changed my system through the concept of modification and the emphasis on the portfolio being child-centered, their pov & voice. Examples of family assessment portfolios are DVD- The Movie, scrapbook, and the WEB-based profile. Modification is a must when it comes to FAP because one size does not fit all. This assignment represents the importance of being able to observe, get to know the strengths of the child & their development not only in school but as a member of society. After completing this assignment, I selected the FAP activity because I felt it would be a great resource along with home visits for other educators in helping establish trusting partnerships. Because systems are complex and nonlinear, using system theory thinking we need to tend to the complexities within the system. Through introspect & my personal experience, assumptions were made on the level of comfortability family members had on the use of technology for FAP’s to be created. By acknowledging the complexities such as their background, culture, customs, & language I want to ensure that I’m not targeting families who aren’t tech-savvy or assume what families may or may not know. Establishing trusting partnership with family, school and community begin by understanding a child’s cultural background, beliefs & customs. Using FAP along with home visits can make an educator more culturally responsive to the needs of the child. As illustrated by Lin & Bates (2010) “...identify home visits as a means for teachers to create an initial positive impression and gain support from parents…understand families’ circumstances is essential as teachers need to create a collaborative relationship with families…”( p. 180) In essence this further supports the significance for teachers to establish opportunities and help create strength-based models to better understand the child’s needs for success.

5. Breaking Down Barriers Vlog:

When participating in the Breaking Down Barriers vlog, it spoke to me as a changing and informed system by pushing me out of my comfort zone. It changed me in a way where I had to follow & understand the vlog genre, create a script, appeal to my audience, and record myself in front of a camera. This informed my system through my emotions of being self-conscious, nervousness & perturbation of talking to a camera & posting it online for others to see. But it also showed me the importance of my voice & the dialogue I create with others. Voice & dialogue is momentous when establishing relationships through personal experience and clear communication between systems whether it’s on camera or video. The Breaking Down Barriers assignment was based on how I maintain barriers in my life in relation to family, school, community partnerships and how I planned on dismantling those barriers. My barrier was finding balance & time management in my obligations while living in NYC. I engaged in rearranging my schedule and assessing how it contributed to dismantling the restrictive routine I had. This assignment represents some emotions & connections other systems can relate to such as our roles or as a member of society. For example, Richards, Brown & Forde (2007) state “Teachers must recognize and acknowledge their affiliation with various groups in society, and the advantages and disadvantages of belonging to each group” (p. 65). In other words, it’s fundamental in recognizing the different positions family members are a part of and how it affects partnerships with other systems, their ecosystem & time. Using system theory thinking tenet on what are the relationship between the part and the whole system, we can acknowledge if family systems are short or rigid on time due to their positionality as either a caregiver, student, employee, immigrant, etc…This assignment represents the extent of being able to take a step back and acknowledge how diverse factors contribute in maintaining barriers & insight into how others planned on dismantling them.

Every assignment has taught me that all systems are complex & nonlinear & that I have to continue using the conceptual schema and systems theory thinking in scaffolding the success of children in my classroom. As a future educator, I want to be able to contribute & be culturally responsive to different situations I may encounter and further my knowledge on how can I continue scaffolding the needs of the children while building trusting & lasting partnerships with families, schools, and communities.

References:

BRONFENBRENNER, U. (1976). The Experimental Ecology of Education. Educational Researcher, 5(9), 5–15.https://doi.org/10.3102/0013189x005009005

Darling, N. (2007). Ecological Systems Theory: The Person in the Center of the Circles. Research in Human Development, 4(3–4), 203–217. https://doi.org/10.1080/15427600701663023

Lin, M., & Bates, A. B. (2010). Home Visits: How Do They Affect Teachers’ Beliefs about Teaching and Diversity? Early Childhood Education Journal, 38(3), 179–185. https://doi.org/10.1007/s10643-010-0393-1

Richards, H. V., Brown, A. F., & Forde, T. B. (2007). Addressing Diversity in Schools: Culturally Responsive Pedagogy. TEACHING Exceptional Children, 39(3), 64–68. https://doi.org/10.1177/004005990703900310

Zera, D. A. (2002). What Is a System and a System Perspective? Educational Horizons, 18–20.

#learning experience #designing #planning #evovlving #culturally responsive #change #begins #with me

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