#((to my history teacher: i am so sorry you looked so so concerned))

[cable-salamdr]

My friends and I have very much horrified multiple teachers by talking about categorizing people into whether they would call us slurs or not

[stellar-constellations]

Star Patient: Chapter 1 (FINISHED SERIES)

WARNING: This series will include; possible inaccurate medical procedures and medical setting, gore, toxic relationships that should NOT be replicated in real life, murder, yanderes, cursing, suicide mentions, implications of misandry (male misogyny), and possibly more.

Inaccurate canon-timeline (this is before Ashley and Andrew murdered their parents).

Reader has a small fear of adult men/rape and has a history of suicide attempts.

Incest is not Wincest.

Amnesiac! Obsessive! Patient! Andrew Graves x Yandere! Nurse! Reader:

Wordcount: 8,390 words (I am so sorry for how long the first chapter is).

Chapters: Current chapter, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, chapter 4, chapter 5, chapter 6, chapter 7, chapter 8, final chapter.

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         “Can you say ‘aaaaaah?’” (Y/N) drawled out.

        Her patient, little eight-year-old Lou, opened his mouth widely like a lion and ‘aaaaaah’ed for her as she shined her mediscope light down into his throat, checking his tonsils, uvula, throat's lining, gums, and tongue.

        “Mmm, I see. You can close your mouth now. Good job, Lou!” she cheered as the kid beamed. “He has enlarged tonsils. Do you hear him snore at night?” she questioned, turning her attention to the concerned mother.

        “He snores so loud he’s woken us up from across the house.” His mother sighed. “Is that bad?”

        “Does he have problems focusing in school because he’s tired. Taking naps that are over an hour multiple times a week?” (Y/N) asked.

        “Yes. His teacher complained just last week about him sleeping in class during a spelling test.” Lou's mother confirmed.

        “I see. Lou, do you have any problems sleeping? Like do you wake up multiple times a night?” (Y/N) questioned, looking over towards the small boy.

        “Maybe once or twice a night…” Lou muttered as he thought to himself.

        “And does your throat hurt when you wake up?” (Y/N) questioned.

        “Sometimes.” He responded.

        “How often do you get sick?” (Y/N) questioned.

        “Honestly, we’ve lost count. This past year he’s been sick at least three times.” His mother admitted.

        “And it’s June. I see.” (Y/N) nodded, grabbing her clipboard of papers and a pen. “Lou is experiencing obstructive sleep apnea due to his enlarged tonsils affecting his sleep, which is affecting his daytime behavior and is the cause of why he gets sick so often. I do recommend surgery to remove them. I’ll write down some children hospitals near your area that specialize in pediatric surgery, that way we can get the right surgeon for the job.” She explained, writing down hospitals, where they’re located, and doctor names specializing in tonsil-study.

        “Does this all sound about right, Doctor Ryan?” she questioned, turning her attention to the corner of the room where the doctor and her instructor stood, observing her performance. 

        “Absolutely phenomenal. You got everything right.” He praised, giving her a teethy smile that belonged on a Colgate commercial while a bubble of pride formed in her chest at his praise.

        “Oh thank you, Ms (L/N)!” Lou’s mother smiled as she clutched her hands together.

        “No worries. Here you go.” (Y/N) spoke, handing Lou's mother the papers. “Check out will be on your right when you walk out. There will be some ring pops too, go get yourself a reward for behaving so good today, Lou.” (Y/N) smiled as she rummaged through her cabinet for a sticker.

        She found one and handed it to Lou's open hand. 

        “You were my star patient today, bud! I’ll see you in a few weeks for your next check-up.” (Y/N) smiled.

        “Thank you again.” Lou’s mother smiled as she held Lou’s hand. "What do we say, Lou?"

        “Thank you! Bye bye!” Lou cheered.

        “Fantastic work today. We have one more patient before you can head out, okay?” Doctor Ryan spoke.

        “Yes, sir!” (Y/N) smiled, excited of who she'd be working with next.

        She loved kids and she loved helping them. It made her happy to be able to care for them and help them on their recovery to healthiness and happiness, hence why she's studying to become a pediatrician.

        “They’re a bit on the older side, but we’re really short-staffed at the moment so I need you to take care of them.” Doctor Ryan explained.

        “How old?” she questioned, noticing they were leaving the hospital’s pediatric branch and going to the elevators.

        They both entered the elevator and Doctor Ryan pressed the 4th floor button. The doors closed as (Y/N) held the handle, feeling a little nauseous at being in a closed space with a man. She doesn't mind Doctor Ryan, but she doesn't like being trapped in uncomfortable proximity with a male—just a fear that was installed into her when she was young. Th elevator moved up two floors before the ride finally ended.

        “Well… they’re twenty-two.” The doctor sheepishly smiled.

        “Sir, I’m training to be a pediatrician, not a regular nurse.” (Y/N) stated firmly as the elevator doors opened, allowing them to walk out into the psychiatric branch of the hospital (must to her relief). 

        “Yes, but like I said, we’re short staffed. We just need to you re-evaluate his wounds and do a check-up on his physical health. He’s on suicide watch.” Doctor Ryan explained.

        She opened her mouth to complain before hearing his last words.

        Damn it, suicide watch? I don’t want them dying on my watch. Not only that, but I have experience in that field so I’m decent help for it. She thought. 

        “I… Yes, sir. I’ll get him checked out.” (Y/N) sighed, caving in.

        "Thank you! You know it's been with the shortages of nurses and all, especially for the psychiatric branch." Doctor Ryan sighed out, in relief rather than reluctant-acceptance that (Y/N) did.

        "I understand..." She sighed again.

        Yes, I understand that the psychiatric branch is full of unstable patients with crazy-strength if set off. How do they expect me to hold up on my own against a fight with these guys? (Y/N) thought to herself.

        They walked to the branch's help desk, scurrying through papers before Doctor Ryan made a noise of acknowledgment.

        "Ah-ha! Here you go." He smiled, giving the paper packet to (Y/N).

        (Y/N) grabbed a chair with wheels and moved it behind her, sitting down and reading the information. 

        "Like I said, just quickly re-evaluate his wounds and do a check up on his physical health. If he has any information on why he tried to commit suicide, write it down. It can help us with finding a therapist or at least a hotline for him. I'll go and write a report for Lou's visit, get that off your plate." Doctor Ryan explained, turning and walking away. "It's sad how young these kids are when they think all hope is lost..." he sighed.

        Twenty-two? That's a pretty normal age for suicide. Try eleven, Doc. (Y/N) thought sarcastically. Well, no time to mope about. Let's get this over with and hope for the best. (Y/N) thought, dreading the interaction.

        She wanted to be a pediatrician not only because she liked kids, but because they were much easier than adults. Adults live in a world where they're made to believe their pain is insignificant because elders and children are much more vulnerable to pain and suffering, so adults constantly fight their pain and hide it from others. Adults hide their pain to avoid pity, to avoid the expensive medical bill they don't want to pay. (Y/N)'s morals may be questionable, but if there's anything she believes as a nurse and upcoming-pediatrician, it's that you can't put a price on life. Kids have no shame telling someone if they're in pain, adults act as if they're dishonoring their family's reputation and pride if they tell someone they have a cough.

        Not only that, but she doesn't want to work with adult men. It's been proven that some perverted adult men cause injuries to themselves so they can be in the care of gentle women, who they take overpower and advantage of. Of course, women can do the exact same thing too, but it's more prevalent with males. (Y/N) hates working with adults because she doesn't want to be apart of their sexual fetishes or apart of the statistics.

        (Y/N) read through her patient's information, gathering the details she needs to access the situation:

Patient: Andrew Graves, 22. Room 402. Reason for admission: Jumped from a third-story building and ended up landing on his legs. By miracle, no injury to spine other than minor bruises. Both legs and ankles are shattered, needs multiple surgeries. Stitches on ankles, change bandages every 4-8 hours. Minor concussion and possible amnesia.  Precautions: Patient isn't very cooperative. Use restraints if necessary. Has a sister that is extremely uncooperative and violent, has threatened other nurses. Use extreme caution with patient and sister to prevent any pain or stress that would worsen patient's condition. 

        (Y/N) put the paper packet down on the desk and sighed, shoving her hands into her face and groaning.

        Of course! Not only an unruly patient, but an unruly visitor too? God, if you're real, is this your way of telling me it was a mistake being a pediatrician? (Y/N) thought to herself. Let's just get this damn thing over with, after this, I can go home and rest.

        She walked to a medical supply closet in the staff room and took some bandages and anti-septic cream, along with checking to make sure her stethoscope and mediscope was all there. She grabbed two water bottles from the mini fridge and shoved it into her bag along with two mini-bags of pretzels from the snack cabinet. 

        She shut the staff room's door and locked it, shoving her key and lanyard under her lilac purple nursing scrubs in case some pocket-picker (or someone stupid enough) tries to steal her key. She made sure her bag's strap was secure against her firmly and walked towards room 402.

        (Y/N) stopped at the patient's door to collect her breath. She heard voices inside, only dreading the next few minutes once she realized how angry the voices sounded.

        "Damn it, Andrew! You just had to fuck shit up like you do with everything else, huh?" a girl's voice rang through the room.

        "Isn't this what you wanted? You make no sense..." a boy's voice, Andrew perhaps, sighed.

        "I didn't expect you to take me seriously, dumbass! What if you actually died? You'd leave me all alone to deal with the shit you caused!" the girl shouted.

        "Keep your voice down! And the shit I caused? You're the one that started it all! If it weren't for you, we wouldn't be on the run!" Andrew hissed.

        "Oh, so eating the neighbor was my decision? Is that what you're saying! No, you're the one that fucking said it!" the girl exclaimed.

        "You implied it!" Andrew retorted.

        "I did nothing! But even then, we would've starved in that damn apartment! Is that what you wanted? And you're the one that killed the warden, then the damn lady!" the girl claimed.

        "Hey, the lady was self-defense and you're the one that made me kill the hitman! I killed the warden because you got caught! We would've both been fucked at that point!" Andrew reasoned.

        "WE ARE FUCKED!" the girl screamed.

        "Ashley! Calm down!" Andrew spoke, raising his tone.

        "ME CALM DOWN? HOW CAN I BE CALM AT A TIME LIKE THIS?!" the girl, Ashley screamed, sounding crazy enough to potentially be pulling her hair out.

        "Well you're going to have to! Someone might discover we're on the run!" Andrew hissed through his teeth.        

        "Don't you realize, stupid?! If you died, you would've left me all alone in this shitty world. I can't live without you, Andy..." Ashley muttered.

        "My name isn't Andy, Andy is dead. It's Andrew." Andrew stated firmly.

        "Fuck you, Andrew! I hate Andrew! I want Andy back! At least Andy still liked me!" Ashley shouted, her tone sounded like she was close to breaking down in tears.

        "Ashley, come on... We've gone over this. I like you." Andrew sighed.

        "Yeah right! You tried sleeping with that lady at the apartment complex!" Ashley accused.

        "Damn it, Ashley! I already told you, she tried to kill me so I killed her! What part of that involves sex?" Andrew hissed.

        "I don't want to hear it, you bastard! The second you get a girlfriend, I become invisible to you!" Ashley complained.

        "As if! I was always ditching Julia for you! Even then, you fucking convinced her into breaking up with me!" Andrew huffed.

        "I was weeding out the whores that sprout their legs open! She doesn't deserve someone like you, Andy!" Ashley shouted, then took a deep breath. "I'm your sister, Andy. I know what's best for you! I know who's best for you! She wasn't shit!"

         "You're stressing me out, Ashley..." Andrew groaned, his voice muffled (presumably shoving his face into his hands). "I don't want to talk about this... I don't even know how we got on this topic but just shut up about it... We'll leave as soon as I heal up some." 

        "That'll take too long. We can leave now!" Ashley whined.

        "And what? You want me to run on two broken legs? Are you going to carry me?" Andrew spoke, verbally knocking some sense into her. 

        "I-I'll find a damn wheelchair! We'll put you on a wheelchair and run." Ashley spoke, suddenly not sounding as confident and aggressive as she was previously. 

        "Run where? There's no where we can go! Mom doesn't want us and we can't just live on the streets forever. This is a good opportunity for us to rest here and think about our next move." Andrew explained.

        "Says you. You get a nice bed and food provided to you while I'll be stuck outside, cold and alone while I rot away outside." Ashley snapped, exaggerating her voice on the last bit.

        "I'm sure you'll figure something out. You have a way with getting what you want." Andrew huffed.

        "Not all the time..." Ashley muttered. "I still think we should take a wheelchair and-"

        "Leave, Ashley. Visiting time is over." Andrew spoke firmly.

        "But-" Ashley started, but was cut off.

        "No buts, Ashley. Leave... You're just making me feel worse..." Andrew sighed in frustration.

        Good, stand your ground against her. I don't know their full story, but Ashley sounds really manipulative to me, but Andrew definitely doesn't sound like a victim either... (Y/N) thought to herself. 

        "Fine, I'll leave and I'll never come back! You can't live without me, Andy!" Ashley shouted before walking towards the door.

        Sounds like a threat... (Y/N) thought. 

        Damn it, she's infuriating. As expected of her though... Andrew thought to himself.

        (Y/N) realized that Ashley was coming her way. She didn't want to seem nosey so she quickly ran to an open hospital room, making sure to redirect her weight to her legs so her footsteps wouldn't make noise in case it alerted Ashley. She heard Andrew's door open before slamming close, then footsteps walking past the room (Y/N) was in.

        (Y/N) held close to the wall where the door was, hiding herself in case Ashley peeked into the room on her way out. (Y/N) waited a minute after the footsteps vanished, just to be sure that Ashley wasn't on her way back. She walked back to the door before stopping, realizing what the siblings revealed to her.

        They're murderers. Not only that, but cannibals too. They both confessed. I have to be careful about this guy, two broken legs or none, he's dangerous. (Y/N) thought to herself, then held her fist up to the door.

        She gently knocked three times, then opened the door, not caring for a response back. She saw Andrew staring out of the hospital's window (one without bars, (Y/N) believes that's a stupid decision since this is a known suicidal branch on the fourth floor). His reflection showed his eyes closed, his eyebrows pinched in frustration.

        "I said leave, Ash—" Andrew's head turned to look at the nurse and his eyes only hardened, as if seeming more mad at the nurse than at Ashley who ran off.

        Watch it, buddy. I can make your death look like an accident... (Y/N) thought inside of her head, only proving her dislike of caring for adults.

        "Expecting someone else?" (Y/N) spoke, forcing a polite smile on her face. 

        I'd rather not have to try and fight him into restraining him against the bed. She thought. 

        Andrew stayed quiet as he glared at her.

        The previous nurses that entered his room weren't very kind to him, they were old and seemed annoyed to care for their patients. They got an earful from Ashley. Not only that, but they sure were rough with re-doing his bandages, sloppy too. He didn't want to deal with anyone else today, he just wants to go to sleep.

        Maybe a permanent sleep like jumping out of this window... At least I wouldn't hear Ashley complain so much. Andrew thought to himself.

        To be honest, Andrew doesn't exactly remember much. For some reason, he only has memory of the past three months and that's it. All of his memories consisted of being locked in an apartment with little food, to no food, for three months with Ashley, rotting away. Then Ashley had the bright idea to eat the neighbor after breaking into his apartment and seeing him fail a seance to a... demon? As crazy as that sounds.

        Well, she didn't exactly say it, but she placed the thought into Andrew's head then forced Andrew to say it to make it seem like it was his idea. Then she started chopping the neighbor up to eat him, then the warden came and Ashley got caught, which resorted in Andrew having to kill the warden so the warden wouldn't contact any other wardens with his walkie-talkie. Ashley had the bright idea to escape the apartment complex by completing the seance and offering live human. Andrew eventually agreed to it.

        Then they ran from the place and ended up in a lady's apartment. Turns out she whored herself to get food from the wardens, so they used her to escape. While Ashley left to do the seance, Andrew had to hold her hostage so she wouldn't try to call for help from the wardens. He made the mistake of taking his clever away from her neck and letting go of her, but she got ballsy and tried to kill him with a nail gun, resulting in Andrew killing her. Then Ashley came back and started to freak out, saying that Andrew was trying to get in the girls pants (however she came up with that conclusion, Andrew is unsure). 

        They completed the seance by sacrificing a warden and escaped the apartment complex, finding themselves on the run as wanted felons. It was then when Ashley and Andrew got in a fight and Ashley told Andrew to kill himself, to make it easy for her and the police. Andrew was fed up of running and listening to his sister's idiotic (and borderline psychotic) ideas that he actually did jump (to which Ashley brought him here instead of just letting him bleed out, much to his dismay). 

        But before all of those events, everything else is blurry. He has no recollection of himself or his family after all the horrid memories trapped in his head.

        (Y/N) felt a little unsettled under his very judgmental gaze, remembering that he confessed to killing at least two people (possibly even more).

        Is he sizing me up to be his next victim? (Y/N) briefly thought before pushing that thought away. No, he said that they would've starved in their... apartment? What did they mean by that? 

        As much as she wanted to find out, she didn't really feel like wanting to die either. Her college debt would go to her family, and it'd be too bothersome to die. Too much time wasting on dying (she'd be too impatient to die slowly). 

        “I’m a student studying nursing, please call me (Y/N) despite the name tag.” (Y/N) smiled. 

        I'd rather not tell him I'm studying pediatric nursing. I don't want him freaking out or anything since I'm technically out of my field. She thought.

        “They couldn’t bring a real nurse or doctor?” Andrew huffed.

        Great, if she makes any mistakes, he might have to stay here longer than necessary, and Andrew does not want that.

        “Unfortunately, we’re short-staffed at the moment. No one here likes working the night shift.” (Y/N) sighed. “But, luckily for you, I happen to be a very good student. I even dare to say better than some of the other nurses here.” (Y/N) joked, a smile on her face to try and brighten up the murderous aura surrounding Andrew.

        Andrew stared at her in silence, unamused.

        “Tough crowd…” She muttered. “Alright, let’s get this over with first.” (Y/N) spoke, walking closer to Andrew (whose guard only raised even more at this). “How many fingers am I holding up?” she questioned, holding up two fingers.

        “Four.” Andrew huffed, crossing his arms.

        “And now?” she questioned, holding up one.

        “Two.” Andrew answered.

        “Last time.” She commented, holding up two fingers again.

        “Four.” Andrew spoke.

        “Okay, are you thirsty right now?” (Y/N) questioned.

        “I guess…” Andrew muttered.

        “Here.” (Y/N) spoke, digging into her medical bag and grabbing the bottle of water she shoved in there from earlier. “Hungry too?”

        “No.” Andrew answered, resulting in her placing a bag of pretzels and water on his nightstand.

        “They're for later. It’s important not to have them now even though you’re thirsty. Just trust me.” She spoke before continuing her little survey. “Feel any pain anywhere?”

        “My legs.” Andrew spoke, pointing out the obvious in a ‘duh’ tone.

        “Other than there?” (Y/N) added. “Such as a headache? Behind the eyes?” 

        “Both.” Andrew answered.

        “Have you vomited? Do you feel nauseous at the moment?” (Y/N) questioned.

        “Haven’t thrown up, but I feel sick” Andrew admitted.        

        “Have you or your sister noticed any gaps in your memory? From today to a few months or even more?” (Y/N) asked.

        “Yeah, actually…” Andrew muttered.

        (Y/N) took a few steps towards him, basically hovering over him.

        “What the hell are you doing?” he snapped, but didn’t pull away or shrink from her.

        “Calm down. Are your hands clammy?” she questioned.

        “A little...” Andrew muttered, not breaking eye contact from her.

        She broke the eye contact as her eyes swept through his face, looking at his disheveled black hair and electric green eyes, a beautiful combination, she noted. She also noted how pale his skin was along with the sweat running down it.

        “Andrew, open your eyes wide for me, please.” She spoke, reaching into her bag and pulling out a mediscope.

        Andrew complied with a little bit of hesitancy, allowing her to watch as his pupils shrunk from the light. She looked closely at his retinas to make sure there was no tear along with the hydration in his eyes. They did seem a little blurry, she noted.

        “Open your mouth, please.” She requested.

        Andrew sighed but listened as she did. She checked his tonsils, throat lining, tongue coloring, gums, and uvula. 

        He felt awkward having her do all these procedures and asking all these questions, whether it was her job or not. He wouldn’t deny it, she was pretty, prettier the woman at the apartment complex he murdered.

        Wow, nice thinking… Andrew internally scolded himself as he looked away from the girl. Comparing your nurse to a dead girl you killed really isn't a sign of insanity or detachment.

        At least he was self-aware?

        “And real quick, let me look inside your ears, please.” She requested.

        Andrew stood still as she shined the light in his ear, checking through the tiny camera to see if there was any ear infection or something out of the ordinary. Nothing.

        “Last thing.” She spoke, placing her mediscope in her bag and switching it for her stethoscope. 

        “Can I ask why you’re doing this? All these questions and procedures?” Andrew questioned, adverting his eyes from her as she started listening to his heart.

        There was a moment of silence as she focused, looking at her watch as she listened to his pulse.

        It's 102 beats per minute, a bit quick for his age, but it's not too worrying and it can be easily caused by the stress and trauma of his situation, she noted. 

        “Are you telling me the other nurses didn’t do all of this to you?” (Y/N) asked as she responded his question from earlier surprised and a little concerned.

        “Nope.” Andrew replied lazily. 

        “Ugh… elders.” (Y/N) muttered quietly, earning a small smile from Andrew (one he quickly hid with a cough as he adverted her gaze). “They’re supposed to check you for any possible illnesses or worsen conditions. I know you came in here because you jumped a three-story building, but it can be linked to serious health concerns. You can develop future problems we can identify and fix right now if we take the time to look.” She explained.

        “So what did you discover, doc?” Andrew questioned in a monochrome tone (she wasn’t exactly sure if he was making a joke or being serious or even sarcastic).

        “Well, you have internal bleeding.” (Y/N) spoke, not bothering to even try to sugarcoat it or break it to him lightly.

        “What? How bad?” Andrew grimaced, afraid of the reaction Ashley would give when she hears this. 

        “How much blood did you lose when you fell? Were you conscious when you hit the ground?” (Y/N) questioned. 

        “I mean, I was conscious till I hit the ground. After a couple of minutes I woke up and was in pain, understandably so, until my sister dragged me to a hospital. So I was probably out for five maybe ten minutes.” Andrew explained. 

        That’s not good, along with all the other symptoms he’s experiencing. She thought to herself.

        “How about this. On a scale of 1-10, how much blood did you think you lost?” (Y/N) rephrased.

        “Seven, maybe eight.” Andrew huffed. “I don’t really know.” 

        “No worries. It’s not a big deal. They said you shattered the bones in your legs so you’re going to need surgery for it. Luckily they were able to reposition and place back your ankles.” I explained. “You’ll be bedridden in the hospital for a couple days, then you're going home and being bedridden for six months, minimum.” (Y/N) emphasized the last word to show the most importance to it. 

        “Fuck... What about the internal bleeding?” Andrew sighed, dreading the lecture Ashley would give him.

        "For your severity, you'd need surgery. It'd take a couple weeks for you to heal, but your internal bleeding should be healed by the time you're discharged." (Y/N) explained. “Now, bear with me for a second. I’m going to level your legs and it’s going to hurt.” She spoke as she walked to the tall hospital cabinets, taking three soft and limbless pillows from it.

        “Ugh…” Andrew groaned, already dreading that part as she walked back to him.

        “Take a deep breath.” She instructed.

        She waited for Andrew to audibly breathe in. He did what she requested, his chest and shoulders rising (he ignored the shock of pain that came with it, but she noticed and figured it was due to the internal bleeding).

        “Hold it in.” She spoke, then lifted his heavily bandaged legs with one hand (with a bit of struggle) and placed the pillows under him.

        She gently rested his legs onto the pillows and looked at Andrew face, seeing his eyebrows furrowed and his fists clenches tightly.

        “Breathe, darling. You’re all done.” (Y/N) instructed, letting out a deep breath for him to mimic too in case the pain was too much.

        Andrew let go of his breath, regaining control of his lungs after a few manual breaths. 

        “You did so well, my star! Do you want a sticker?” (Y/N) questioned.

        Andrew adverted his eyes from her smile, his face red from what he wants to be because of holding his breath, but it was instead caused by her praise and pet names (or maybe both).

        “No…?” Andrew muttered.

        “Mm. What color do you want? Gold, pink, blue, red, purple, or gray?” she questioned.

        “Why do you have a gray star?” he questioned.

        “Good choice!” (Y/N) spoke, rummaging through her bag for her stickers. 

        She found them and searched for a gray star, finding one and undoing the paper back. She sticked it on Andrew’s chest, clothed with the blue hospital gown. 

        “Tah-dah! You were my star patient today!” (Y/N) beamed. 

        “Are you done?” Andrew sighed dully, adverting his eyes to hide his blush.

        “Nope! I have to redo your bandages. This’ll also hurt, but I’ll be gentle with you.” (Y/N) explained.

        “Hurry up.” Andrew huffed. 

        “So soon to have me leave, huh?” she sighed jokingly. “Hurts my heart.” 

        She reached into her bag and grabbed bandages, gauze, and anti-septic cream. 

        “So, Andrew. Kinda curious, what made you jump?” (Y/N) questioned, remembering her superior's words as she started undoing Andrew’s bandages on his legs.

        “Why would you need to know that?” Andrew growled, becoming defensive.

        Ah, I pissed him off. But this is important information for his health, murderer or not. (Y/N) thought to herself.

        “You know, I tried killing myself too. I was eleven. Failed multiple times. But you had the courage to jump. I didn’t do that.” She explained.

        “How’d you try?” Andrew questioned, a spark of curiosity in him.

        “I’m not giving you any ideas, mister.” (Y/N) laughed, giving him a playful yet stern expression before switching her gaze to study the stitching on his ankles. “But, I gave up and made an oath to never harm myself in that way again because it really affects the people you care about. Your sister was probably very sad when you jumped.” 

        At least the surgeons did that good, so no worries there. Luckily the swelling is just from the breakage and replacement of bones, so his stitches aren’t infected. She thought to herself. But let’s add anti-septic cream just to be safe.

        "How long ago was that?" Andrew questioned, ignoring her comment about his sister.

        "Ten years ago." She hummed.

        She must be around the same age as me. Andrew thought.

        “Did it get better?” Andrew questioned as (Y/N) applied the cold cream onto his wounds.

        The temperature of the medicine barely even got a reaction from Andrew since he was so focused on the conversation they were having. 

        “At the beginning? Of course not, in fact it spiraled downhill from there. Overtime I started picking myself up and it helped. It helps to surround yourself with people who cared about you. And if you have no one who cares, then learn to care for yourself. Your confidence in yourself will attract others to you.” (Y/N) explained. "We humans need to be there for each other, you know? We're social creatures after all."

        “Hm.” Andrew hummed in acknowledgement, not really paying attention to her optimistic speech.        

        It's not like he had anyone to turn to. He remembers his girlfriend breaking up with him on the phone while he was rotting away in his apartment. Ashley had verbally abused her enough that she didn't want to see him or Ashley anymore. He doesn't have any other family than his parents who rejected him because "he and Ashley were too close and had to learn independence" his mother said on the phone during their last phone calls in quarantine. He's not exactly sure what she meant by it (especially with his memory gone), but so far all Ashley's done is pissed him off these past months he's remembered, so he really doesn't want to see her again anytime soon. He doesn't remember if he has friends or not either.

        “Andrew, what do you like to do? What do you do in your free time?” (Y/N) questioned.

        Andrew thought about her question. The three months that he remembers, all he did was sleep, starve, and watch TV (all with Ashley). He read books from his parents room out of boredom before losing the energy to even try and keep acting like he was actually remembering the plot—it took too much energy remembering the events that happened in the book. 

        When Ashley and Andrew did talk to each other during the time, it was to bicker and complain to each other about food and the other’s company (Ashley always started it).

        “I don’t have any… None that I remember at least.” Andrew admitted.

        “Don’t stress it. Your concussion could be affecting your ability to remember. We’ll find some new hobbies for you.” (Y/N) reassured. “Maybe books, card games, video games? I’ll find something.” She spoke as she redid the bandages on his ankles.

        “Why are you even bothering?” Andrew sighed. “After some months I’ll be gone.” He pointed out.

        “Yeah, but I wouldn’t want you to be bored the entire time. Personally, I would hate being bedridden with nothing to do.” (Y/N) admitted.

        What a sympathetic girl... Andrew thought.

        “Whatever…” Andrew muttered, crossing his arms. 

        “Voilà! Whaddya think?” she questioned.

        “It’s tight…” Andrew admitted, it didn't hurt much, but it did feel a bit annoying.

        “That’s to keep your ankles in place. Your bandages aren’t bleeding much, so you should be ready for casting. I’ll leave a note for that.” She explained. “Any requests before I go?” (Y/N) questioned.

        “You’re leaving?” Andrew questioned, sitting up and straightening his back before cringing at the pain shooting up his legs (and the pathetic tone in his voice).

        “Yeah, my shifts almost over...” She paused and checked her watch. “It’s actually been over for 20 minutes now.” 

        Andrew muttered something under his breath, adverting his eyes as he looked away from her.

        “You’re coming back tomorrow, right?” Andrew questioned.

        “Ah… I don’t know. I don’t work in this branch, I work with kids in the pediatric branch.” (Y/N) smiled nervously.

        I hope I’m not upsetting him. She thought to herself.

        She tolerated Andrew’s company, for a man of course. It was surprisingly refreshing and the atmosphere is much more comfortable than it was when she first entered.

        Andrew huffed, looking back at her.

        “I like you better than the other nurses.” He admitted, crossing his arms and looking away again so she wouldn’t notice his red face.

        “Aw. I’m sure you’ll enjoy Penelope tomorrow, she’s a wonderful nurse!” (Y/N) smiled. “I’ll make sure to visit you tomorrow before I leave work and check in on you, make sure you’re still intact and dandy, okay?” she smiled.

        It’s like I’m making a promise to a child. She thought to herself. 

        Her thoughts were backed up by the spark in his eyes as he looked back at the nurse.

        “Okay…” he muttered, pushing down the urge to smile.

        “I’ll see you later, star!” she smiled, referring to his sticker on his chest. “Door open or closed?” she questioned.

        “Closed.” Andrew answered.

        “Alrighty! Click the button on the side of your bed if you need a nurse or need to ask something. In an hour you can drink a little bit of the water, but hold off on the pretzels until tomorrow. Make sure you get good sleep! Body’s natural way of healing.” She explained, flashing him a smile. “Goodnight, Andrew.” 

        She closed the door and took a silent breath in.

        That went surprisingly well… She thought to herself.

        She walked back to the staff room and unlocked the door, opening it to find Ruby, an old and stern nurse who worked day shift.

        “You’re clocking out late.” Ruby gruffed. “Heard they were understaffed tonight.”

        “Ah, yes. I had to go to patient 402’s room.” She smiled politely despite it being very draining to.

        It's hard acting so happy all the time with her patients and coworkers. She liked work, but her face wasn't friendly, so she had to resort to smiling a lot (as annoying as it was for her).

        “The moody patient with the psycho sister? How’d that go?” Ruby questioned.

        “How did you know?” (Y/N) questioned, sparing her a glance.

        Ruby’s day shift, so she comes in at 7 am and leaves at 7 PM. How would she knows about Andrew? she thought to herself.

        “Penelope was in near tears when she clocked out. Told me how closed off the boy was and the sister was screaming and yelling at Penelope, talking about how she’s trying to steal her brother away from her—something like that…” Ruby muttered the last part to herself.

        Psycho sister indeed. (Y/N) thought to herself.

        “The girl wasn’t in there when I entered. The boy is reserved at first, but if you keep talking to him he’ll respond. Just be patient.” She spoke, shoving her leftover medical supplies into the supply closet.

        “I swear, Penelope gets too butt-hurt about these patients. And I don’t understand how you can deal with those kids, snotty and crying all the time.” Ruby complained as (Y/N) snagged a computer seat and sat down, typing up her report on Andrew Graves condition.

        “The kids are just scared. Give them a lollipop and it’s like Christmas.” She laughed, straining a smile. “Good talk rubes, but I’m going to head out.”

        “See you tomorrow.” Ruby responded lazily.

        “See ya. Good luck on your shift.” (Y/N) spoke.

        She walked out of the staff room and locked the door behind her, taking the elevator to the first floor. She exited the elevator and walked out of the hospital lobby, walking to the staff parking lot to her car. She grabbed her keys from her scrubs pockets and unlocked her car, opening the door and buckling her seatbelt before driving off.

        The drive is longer than she likes from her apartment but at least her thoughts plagued her so she didn’t have to be bored.

        A murderer and a cannibal? Not one but two! Should I call the police? I mean, they must have reasons. They were locked in an apartment and resorted to eating their neighbor? Why would they be locked in an apartment? I’m sure if they went to the police they would’ve been understanding, I mean it was life or death and one dead is better than two. What am I thinking? I shouldn’t be thinking that at all, I’m a nurse. (Y/N) thought. 

        “Ugh…” She groaned. 

        She made it to her apartment and unlocked her door, opening it and closing it behind her, making sure it was locked before she walked into the kitchen.

        I don’t feel like cooking, I don’t have the time for it anyways. She thought, opening her freezer. 

        She grabbed a quick microwaveable meal and put it in the microwave, setting it at the box’s desired time before walking away and grabbing her computer.

        She checked her emails then started her medical essay for pneumonia and bronchitis. The microwave ringed and she grabbed her food and some drink, walking back her to computer and continuing her work while eating.

        She finished her dinner and the final touches of her essay before sending it her college professors at her university. She stood up and stretched, walking to the kitchen and cleaning her dirty dishes before going to her room and picking out a nightgown. She walked to her shower and undressed, washing her hair and allowing the water to relax her nerves and sore legs from standing all day.

        Check-ups tomorrow should be Rachael Gardener and Joseph Stall. I'll meet a new patient, Lily Wells, since she's switching healthcare. After that, it's walk-in's from there. I'll pay a visit to Andrew thirty minutes before my shift ends and check up on Hailey. (Y/N) thought in her head. 

        Andrew. He's sure a special case at the moment. Nurses are going to have to keep a watchful eye on him to ensure his condition doesn't worsen or cause any harm to himself or others. (Y/N) thought. Two broken open-fracture ankles and complete fractures in his legs. Just thinking of that pain makes me squirm. She cringed, stopping herself from washing her hair to shake the imaginary chills she created.

        Not to mention his internal bleeding from his brain, his concussion from his fall must've caused that. Luckily he doesn't have any other injuries otherwise I'm pretty sure he would've been dead. She thought as she stepped out of the shower, drying her hair and body.

        I should find some video games and books to keep him from being bored. I need to get some new books for Hailey to read too, my bookshelf is going dry for her. She thought as she started getting dressed. I'll also do a quick google search of Andrew and Ashley, get some information out of their situation (or at least the most of it).

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        Andrew woke up and stared out of his window blankly, watching as people walked in and out of the hospital, some in wheelchairs and some in casts. In a while, that'll be him leaving this place.

        Or with the pace Ashley wants, tomorrow. Andrew thought, a frustrated huff escaping his mouth. 

        Who could blame him? He tries to kill himself and all of a sudden he lost basically all of his memory from when he was born to three months ago, that's almost twenty-two years of his life lost in just a flash!

        Ashley told me to jump too. I shouldn't have listened to her and her damn rants, it would've caused so much less trouble, but I was going insane listening to her. Andrew thought. 

        Andrew's been wishing a lot of things lately. He's been wishing he could remember everything about himself, wished he never drank that supposed contaminated water that got him locked in the apartment which got him here in the first place, and wished he could get up and walk out of here.

        Ashley visited him earlier. Something in him was happy to see his sister, but dread filled his stomach at seeing her walk into the room.

        "Thought you said you weren't ever coming back?" Andrew spoke, recalling what Ashley said yesterday.

        "I might've been a bit hasty... and inconsiderate" Ashley huffed, crossing her arms and glaring at Andrew. "I found a hotel nearby. I'm staying there until you get better."

        "How will you pay for it?" Andrew questioned.

        "Easy! I'll just kill people and take their wallets!" Ashley beamed, getting an glare sent her way.

        "Don't do that, idiot. You'll get caught easily without me." Andrew sighed, already finding himself frustrated at their conversation so early in.

        "Well, I could stay here! I'll stay in the bathroom when the nurses are in the room. I can keep you company and sleep in the same bed as you as we used to." Ashley teased.

        "I have two broken legs, remember?" Andrew pointed out.

        "I'll be extra careful." Ashley smiled, as he looked at her unamused. "Hmph! Be that way!" Ashley huffed, giving attitude as she crossed her arms. "Was it lonely without me last night? Did you have any nightmares?" Ashley questioned, her tone teasing with a hint of suggestion.

        Nightmares? About what? Andrew thought. And what's with her damn tone?

        He paused as he thought about anything the past three months.

        "No. Why would I have any nightmares?" Andrew questioned

        "Did you hit your head when you fell?" Ashley teased harshly, poking his cheek roughly. "Your nightmares! About that girl we killed back then? What was her name?" 

        "I don't remember." Andrew admitted. "Wait, we killed someone else?!"

        "Wow, you must've actually hit your head hard." Ashley spoke, a little surprised.

        "A nurse said I had a concussion and internal bleeding, so my memory isn't sharp at the moment." Andrew explained, still worrying about who else he's killed in his past.

        "Ugh. That'll only slow us down..." Ashley sighed. "Would you like to know?"

        "Might as well." Andrew sighed.

        "You killed that girl when we were young! She had an asthma attack in a box and it was hilarious!" she cackled.        

        "That doesn't sound funny. She was a kid, wasn't she...?" Andrew murmured.

        That nurse, (Y/N), she works in the pediatric branch. I don't think she'd be happy if she heard that. Andrew thought to himself. Why am I caring about her all of a sudden? I think I really need my brain checked out... hopefully by her... 

        "She had it coming though! She liked you and she was trying to separate the two of us!" Ashley tried to justify, noticing his reaction.

        "Whatever you say, Ashley." Andrew sighed.

        "I don't like this... I miss you, Andy! We were really close! You didn't need a girlfriend because you had me by your side!" Ashley whined. "It's because of one of these slutty nurses, huh? They're just holes for you to stick your dick into! You don't need them like you need me! I'm all you need!" Ashley started shouting.

        Andrew's really starting to think their sibling-ship is bordering to relationship the way Ashley's been acting and saying. 

        Gross... Andrew thought.

        He remembers the downright suggestive comments Ashley spoke in the apartment (and just a few minutes ago), along with the overprotectiveness he's experienced at times with her. Even if, just a bit, if their relationship was that (incest-like), it hasn't gotten physical since he places money that they would've done something while trapped in that apartment for three months. Andrew let out a sigh of relief, glad their relationship hasn't escalated to that point. 

        So there's still a turning point to get out of that. Andrew thought to himself.

        It's simple really, separate from Ashley. 

        That's all he has to do, but with her co-dependency, it won't make it easy. Unless, all he does is reject Ashley's advances towards stepping-up their relationship and trying to escape the hospital.

        "Andy, fucking listen to me!" Ashley shouted into his ear.

        Andrew was snapped out of his thoughts as the world around him spun. Ashley was holding his hair and shaking his head back and forth, creating a headache behind his head and eyes.

        "Ashley, let go! What part of concussion and internal bleeding didn't you understand?!" Andrew shouted, grabbing her hands as he fought them away from his hair.

        He succeeded in pulling her hands away, but she didn't want to let go without locks of hair in her fists.

        "I hate you, Andrew! I hate you! You and this stupid hospital and those stupid damn nurses! I hate it I hate it I HATE IT!" she screamed loudly.

        The hospital door opened and three nurses came in, their hair disheveled and bun's messy from racing down the hallway.

        "Ma'am, calm down. Otherwise I'm going to have to ask you to leave." One of the nurses spoke, their name tag reading Penelope.        

        "DON'T YOU TELL ME TO CALM DOWN, BITCH!" Ashley screamed at the poor woman, her finger jabbed into the nurse's chest. "I bet it's you! Yeah, you! You're the bitch manipulating my brother! I'll fucking kill you!"

        "Ashley!" Andrew sternly shouted, catching her attention long enough for the three nurses to tackle the girl.

        Ashley kicked and screamed as they got her, two nurses dragging her by her legs out of the room as the other nurse ran to go call security to escort her out (and keep her out).

        Andrew watched as all the women crowded out of his room, a little surprised.

        Well, she won't be coming back soon... that was surprisingly easy... Andrew thought to himself. Step one, separate Ashley from me. Complete.

        Ten minutes went by and someone stepped into his open-doored hospital room. It was Penelope, the nurse from earlier (and yesterday). 

        "M-Mr. Graves. Would you allow me to check--?" she was harshly cut off.

        "Get the hell out." Andrew growled, glaring at her with his vibrant green eyes.

        She nodded and quickly turned around, about to leave before he spoke up.

        "Wait." he spoke, effectively stopping the nervous girl as she turned around, fiddling with her hands. "When's that nurse coming back? (Y/N) (L/N)?" Andrew questioned.

        "(Y-Y/N)...? I don't know... She's not in our branch." Penelope muttered sheepishly.

        "Well, find out!" Andrew snarled. "I refuse to accept treatment from anyone else but her!"

        "Okay!" Penelope exclaimed all too quickly (glad to no longer be taking care of Andrew) and ran out of the room.

        He really meant it too. Any time a nurse tried to come into his room, he'd shout and throw anything nearby at them. It was a drastic change from yesterday's silence. Some nurses assumed he was scared as potential memories reappeared in his head, or perhaps he needed a higher dose of pain killers. They regretted entering the room after getting hit by pens and notebooks from the nightstands, he even threw his pillow.

        "I hate working in this damn branch! Where the hell is (Y/N)?" Ruby shouted in the employee's only room, the elder asking for her help from her inferior. 

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"Shhh"

Severus Snape x professor!slytherin!reader

Chapter 1, part 1

Word counter: 1.1k

Warnings: alcohol?

Movie/book: Philosopher/Sorcerer’s stone

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You were excited to come back to Hogwarts for teaching History of Magic. You were excited to meet your teachers, most of all your favourite, Professor Slughorn, the Potions Master and head of the Slytherin house.

On your first day you came to sit on the table with other professors, you saw familiar faces: Professor McGonagall, Hagrid, Madam Pomfrey and others. But you didn’t see Professor Slughorn. You asked Dumbledore:

"Where’s professor Slughorn? Did he quit?"

"yes, like ten years ago, right after your graduation".

Oh, that’s really sad, you thought. "Who is the Potion Master now then?"

"Severus Snape, he is a Slytherin too. Maybe you would hear about him when you were in school, he is four years older than you, maybe there were some school rumours about him that you’ve heard of".

"I can barely remember my same-years’ names, i don’t think i would remember him even if i did hear stuff".

"Severus is a great person deep inside, he just doesn’t show it so often. I would suggest you to keep a good relationship with him. You may be going on some events together as the youngest teachers here."

You looked at the Potions Master. He had long black hair, dark eyes and pale skin. You turned back to Dumbledore. "Okay then, I’ll try."

At the lunch, you sat next to Severus. Unexpectedly, he talked to you. "So, you happen to be the new professor of History of Magic, am i right?"

"Yes, and you are professor Snape, if i’ve been told correct.". He hummed. "Dumbledore said that you are four years older than me so… you’re 31 and we happen to be the youn-"

Snape interrupted you. "well, so you’re 27. I thought you were older than me by your… appearance". You decided to not pay attention to his tease, because you’ll be working together and you didn’t wanna get in trouble.

The next day after lunch, Minerva asked all the professors to go to The Three Broomsticks to drink frozen butterbeer.

You were discussing with professor Flitwick and Snape about some work stuff, when Minerva approached you.

"Hello, would you like to go for some butterbeer on Saturday?"

You answered "Yeah, for sure, that’ll be lovely".

"Filius, Severus, what about you?".

"I’m sorry, Minerva, but I have to do a lot of grading till next week." answered Flitwick.

Severus mumbled: "Drinking butterbeer at The Three Broomsticks Inn… disgusting thing to do as a professor.."

McGonagall replied "Oh, well, taking sluts at the Knockturn Alley is definitely better".

"Shut up! Alright..".

You tried hard not to laugh, but a light giggle escaped your mouth.

On Saturday, you came to the Three Broomsticks where you found professors McGonagall, Dumbledore and Sprout. They greeted you and you joined them. You were drinking and talking about some stuff. After a hour and a half, Snape came up to your table. "Sorry for coming late, i was.. choosing what to wear." Minerva looked at Severus and laughed silently. "You’re wearing the same black suit that you wear everyday, Severus." He took a seat next to Albus and Pomona.

"Uhm so I began to say that when Minerva and me used to be young…" continued Dumbledore.

You get drunk quickly, so you got drunk from few cups of butterbeer. You began to fall asleep on the table.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Minerva asked concerned. You have already fell asleep.

"Albus, what should we do?" Dumbledore looked at you for few seconds, then said "Severus, can you please help miss Y/L/N get to her chambers? They are in the dungeon too."

Snape looked at the headmaster, happy on the inside that he could finally leave that place. "Yeah." Severus casted "Wingardium Leviosa" and lifted you in the air, going with you to the dungeon. Minerva mumbled "i tell you, someday this man will give mr. Filch trauma"

Soon you got in the dungeon, Severus unlocked the door to your chambers with the Alohomora spell and entered you bedroom. He slowly put you in your bed and covered you with a blanket, murmuring "hope you won’t remember that I have ever done this." and headed to his chambers.

In the morning, you woke up with a terrible headache, drank a glass of water and sat on your couch. You heard someone knocking on the door, and said "come in". Snape entered.

"is everything alright? Minerva asked me to check on you."

"yes, i think so. Uhm.. why are you checking on me if McGonagall could done this herself?"

Severus rolled his eyes and said "Because “I should keep a good relationship with you and be nice” and stuff."

"Got it."

"Also, in the evening Dumbledore asked you to come to his office." Snape was heading to the door.

"Why? Did something bad happen?"

He turned back to you and replied: "I’m not sure i can tell you, professor Y/L/N"

Severus left your chambers.

Later that day, you were going to Dumbledore’s office. You heard Albus, Severus and Minerva talking:

"Albus, trust me, we should ask her to help us! She is a powerful witch that could protect it!"

"I agree with professor Dumbledore. She is too young for that, we could manage it ourselves."

"Severus, right now we need any defence possible. It is stupid to say that everything will be alright if we won’t increase the Stone’s protection."

"SILENCE!" Shouted Dumbledore.

"She is here, professor." said Snape.

You entered Dumbledore’s office. "Good evening. I came a bit earlier but didn’t want to interrupt you."

Minerva smiled at you. "Hello, my dear. You should be wondering why you’re here."

"Yeah, kind of."

Albus said: "well, you already know that the third floor corridor on the right hand is out of bounds. Let me tell you now why. Did you heard about the Philosopher’s Stone?"

"Yes. Turns any metal into pure gold and produces the Elixir of Life"

"So, to protect it we have put it in a chamber guarded by six enchantments and creatures, provided by the professors at Hogwarts: Pomona's web of Devil's Snare; Winged Keys, charmed by Filius Flitwick; a life-size board of Wizard's Chess, transfigured and animated by Minerva McGonagall; professor Quirrell's mountain troll; professor Snape's potion riddle and Hagrid's massive three-headed dog, Fluffy, defending the trap door through which the chamber is accessed."

"And why would that stone suddenly need that protection?" You asked.

Minerva answered you before Dumbledore could say anything. "We are afraid that The Dark Lord wants to rise again."

"And that’s why he wants the Stone.."

"Yes."

Dumbledore said: "and we want you to help us protect it."

"Okay. I will think what i could do."

"Thank you so much, Y/N"

You left the office and headed to the library to do some research.

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I’m so sorry for the leak of Snape moments. In the next parts i’ll make more i promise.

Also im sorry for the mistakes i’ve made, because English is not my first language. Would love if you’ll tell me about them in the comments section.🖤

With love, M.S.

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just read your pre calc fic please write another omg it was soooooo good

eek, i'm so happy you liked it! i thought i'd use this ask as a way to continue the story. 🤍

𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫. 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐. notes: fem!reader <- prev.

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being tutored by angus tully had become far less tutoring and more learning about each other, and not through conversation. you knew it was becoming an issue when your grades hardly budged, moving up to a c-minus, which wasn’t horrible, but far from ivy league worthy. there was only one month left in your junior year, meaning one month left to make a good impact on your grades and head into senior year with a head start on calculus.

it wasn’t looking good for you.

even if you couldn’t muster an a-minus, you hoped that your extra curriculars would stand out on your applications. you could only put so much time in theatre, community volunteering and chess club—was pre-calculus really all that important?

especially when there were better things to worry about than math, such as the way angus’ hand on your thigh sent shivers up your spine. his brown eyes glued to the pages of the textbook, looking through his lashes as his thumb grazed over your bare skin absently. this closeness became your comfort, the library at your school often quiet enough in the evenings that you two could relish in each other.

it’s not like your peers would rat you out anyway, you had started to notice how many secretive relationships were had between the two schools. you became truly aware of the fact when you’d been looking for a history textbook one night and heard the sounds of soft breathing and moaning coming from an aisle over… though, you couldn’t be certain that it was a girl and a boy.

as you looked down at your homework, able to comprehend it better than the month prior, you found yourself wanting to focus on anything but the coursework due the following day.

“i think my teacher is getting curious of why my grades aren’t improving fast enough,” you murmured, dropping your pencil onto the textbook as you aired a concern that had been eating you away, “why can’t i get the hang of it?”

“maybe if you paid attention,” angus was quick to react, those eyes flickering to you as he straightened up slightly with his hand still glued to your thigh.

“wow, that is totally not my fault,” you breathed, annoyed at his lack of empathy over your situation.

“it’s my fault?” he asked, lips curving into a grin that exposed his teeth.

you blinked a few times, gazing into his eyes before you looked down at his hand and hoping he’d followed your gaze. when you looked back up, you saw the way he chewed on his lip, biting back a cheeky smile as he kept his hand there.

“fine,” he said, removing his hand, “i’ll be good.”

“thank you,” you said, straightening up and adjusting your skirt. you already missed his touch, but you knew this was for the better—you two had plenty of other opportunities to use your free time to get handsy. right now, you needed to focus on what was important.

the air was tense between you two as angus moved on with the content, keeping his distance as he explained equations that managed to stick. you knew it wasn’t like magic, you wouldn’t wake up tomorrow a pre-calculus genius, but it was quite magical to see the wonders that concentration could bring.

when the clock struck nine o’clock in the evening, it was curfew for all students. with a soft sigh you started packing your things into a pile so you could take them back to your room.

“sorry for being bossy,” your voice was soft, “i’m just getting worried about college.”

you looked over at angus, surprised to see the boy sitting there with a smile. admiring you.

“what?” you asked, feeling self conscious under his eyes.

“nothing,” he chuckled, “am i not allowed to look at you either? you are bossy.”

“i’m not in the mood for being teased,” you huffed, though your worries were immediately gone when angus leaned over and pressed his lips against yours. something you’d gotten used to.

the kiss was quick, but he didn’t pull back too far from you, his arm now extended over the back of your chair to keep you close.

“i’ll be careful at our next tutoring session, alright? i guess it’s hard to keep my hands from you. don’t realize i’m doing it,” angus admitted, his cheeks just the tiniest bit rosy.

“it’s okay,” you murmured in return, smiling at the awkwardness radiating from the boy you’d been crushing on—hard, “if it’s any consolation, if i had the willpower to concentrate i’d rather you kept doing it.”

a smile spread on angus’ lips as he laughed softly, leaning forward and pressing a kiss on your cheek. a domestic action that made your stomach swirl, mostly because you two still hadn’t talked about what was happening between you. though, you didn’t really mind, the uncertainty made you giddy, rather than nervous, like you were each other’s secret.

“well, i should go,” angus sighed as he pulled away from you, but you were quick to reach for him.

“wait,” you squeaked, grabbing his wrist, “maybe you can stay for a bit. i mean, i feel like i deserve a reward.” you spotted the way the boy’s eyes lit in excitement, eager to see where you were going with this, “what do you think?”

a confident smile spread on his lips as you dropped your hand from him, those brown eyes of his flickering around the library to make sure that it was empty enough. you were filled with that excited uncertainty again, thankful that instead of putting his things away he whisked you far in the depths of the library shelves. a place the two of you had grown familiar with, a place where your hands had found spots up in the shelves to keep you upright while angus explored every inch of you that he could.

while you wondered what it would be like to decide on a title of what you two ‘were’, those thoughts were easily dismissed when his lips were on your neck. angus was good at making a mess out of you, hair wild and skirt pushed up to your waist as his lips and hands made quick work of leaving you breathless.

but you had enough breath to utter a few words that made you wish you could dig a grave for yourself.

“what are we?” you asked through a satisfied sigh as you focused on the feeling of his lips against your skin. it was cut short when angus’ face quickly pulled away from your collarbones where he’d popped open most of the buttons of your school-issued shirt.

“what?” he asked, curls wild and out of place, cheeks red.

“i—“ you stuttered, “i don’t know. i didn’t mean to ask. ignore that.”

angus swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing as he cleared his throat and pulled himself back enough to give you two some room.

“i don’t—“

“please, let’s not talk about it,” you whined, the silence between the two of you eating you alive.

nearly out of breath, angus laughed, lifting a hand to brush his curls out of his face, “let me talk.”

you didn’t answer, instead deciding to button up your shirt and fix your hair; you knew you’d be saying your goodbyes quickly. then, the boy’s hand grabbed at your chin and tilted your head so you were forced to look at him, your hands gripping at your half-buttoned shirt.

you saw how angus was trying desperately to be confident, but his twitching lips and pink cheeks spoke volumes on how nervous his was. you still wished you could turn back time and keep your mouth shut.

“do you want to know how i really feel about you?” he asked, and you prepared for the worst. you always did.

nodding slowly, you shuddered as his hand moved to cup your cheek.

“i… i really like you,” he murmured, “a lot… and i’m scared to mess it up. that’s why i keep my mouth shut about anything between us, i feel like if i decide to make this real then i’ll find a way to screw it up like everything else.”

the honesty was palpable, angus was wearing his heart on his sleeve as he aired everything out to you. you empathized fully, a smile breaking on your lips as you felt seen, and most of all—loved.

“i really like you too. like a lot… if you can’t tell.” you blushed, finding it hard to keep your eyes locked on his.

“i can tell,” he teased, rubbing his thumb along your cheek as the two of you allowed yourself the space to take pleasure in your admissions of romantic interest. he took in a deep breath and exhaled out, obviously doing his best to keep himself calm, “would you, uh… say yes if i asked you to be my girlfriend?”

elated. you were so elated to hear that question fall from his lips and you wanted to jump into his arms and laugh loudly with joy. though, you kept quiet lest you wanted your library rendezvous to end in detention.

a big, toothy grin spread on your lips and you spoke coyly, “sure. i’ll be your girlfriend.”

[thomashewittmybeloved]

Jealous of a jock

pairing: Ted Logan x reader

summary : You've been friends with Ted and Bill for years now, being an inseparable trio. But Ethan, a jock from your class, desperately needs your help to study for an upcoming History exam. Ted doesn't really like this new friendship and tries his best to make you understand how he feels about it.

Warnings : obv jealousy and a kinda possessive Ted but other than that, it's pretty light! just like every fanfic writer ever, English isn't my first language so keep that in mind while reading!

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I took a deep breath as I walked into the library, trying to calm my nerves. Today was another tutoring session with Ethan, one of the jock's from school. I had been helping him with his history homework for the past few weeks, and despite our very different social circles, we had become quite good friends. We started talking when our History teacher put us together for an oral presentation about the Roman Empire, about how it was founded. When we started working on it, Ethan immediately noticed how much of an History nerd I am, which at first, I was kind of scared of, since he's a stereotypical jock that could make fun of me for knowing so much about "old dudes in dresses".

But, to my suprise, he was more impressed than anything and quite friendly. We clicked the moment I noticed how much he tried to help, even if he didn't understand anything. Our presentation was a success; 18/20, that's when he asked to be his tutor. My friendship with Ethan became quite good, I grew more and more attached to him, which seemed to be causing some problems with Ted, problems that I didn't get why even started.

He just grew more distant and cold towards me, while Bill stayed the same so it really is personal. So his new attitude explains why, right now, it's so awkward between us. I told him I couldn't eat with him and Bill because I promised to help Ethan during lunch, which ended in Ted insisting to, at least, make the walk to the library with me. Of course I said yes, I missed hanging out with him too, but maybe I would have said no if I knew how silent he would be....

As Ted and I continued walking down the stairs, I noticed him staring at me with a look of concern so, I took this opportunity to break the uncomfortable silence. "What's wrong, Ted?" I asked, trying to figure out what was going on. "You've been quiet all the way. Which, coming from you, is really concerning."

"Y/N, I don't like you hanging out with Ethan all the time." Ted blurred out, looking down.

"What? Why not?" I asked, surprised by his sudden change in behavior. Where is this coming from?

"He's a jock, dude."

"Oh." I said, understanding. "Ted, you really don't have to worry about this, he's actually really nice ! Nicer than I would've thought too." I smiled at Ted, to no avail; he still refused to look back at me.

"You're supposed to be hanging out with us, not him...We're your friends," He mumbled, his tone turning accusatory.

"I know you guys are my friends, Ethan just needs my help. He's failing History class and I'm the only one who can help him." I explained, hoping that he would understand. "Also, I'm allowed to have other friends. You're not the only guys I can help with History, you know."

"You're spending all your time with him! We don't get to hang out anymore !" Ted protested. "We also need your help dude for, like, History stuff..." He rubbed the back of his neck, walking farther away from me.

"I'm sorry, Ted, but I have to help him. I promise I'll make time for us too !" I assured him, hoping to ease his worries but by the look on his face, none of what I was saying was comforting him.

"Fine..." Ted sighed, his frustration evident. "Just make sure you don't forget about us. We miss hanging out with you dudette."

"I won't forget about you, Ted. You're both my best friends !" I said, giving him a reassuring smile while gently rubbing his arm up and down. "You're also too loud to forget."

He laughs, making my cheek redden slightly. Finally, here's the Ted I know ! He stops suddenly once we arrive in front of the library.

I look up at him with a shy smile. "I should go." I say, quieter than intended.

He simply waves at me before turning around, walking away, way too quickly. As I watch him go, I feel something tug at my heart, some sort of longing. I sigh, going in, ready to help Ethan.

As the days went by, I noticed that Ted was becoming more and more distant. He would barely talk to me and when he did, it was always about how much he missed hanging out with me. I tried to reassure him that I still cared about him and Bill, but it didn't seem to make a difference, no matter what I said. A few days ago, he commented about how I lied when I said I would make time for them. I didn't respond, not knowing what to say to that. He's usually so carefree, I wasn't expecting such an attitude from him, it took me by surprise. We haven't talked since...As I was walking to my next class, Ethan caught up to me in the hallway, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Hey, Y/N, you free tonight? I need some help with my homework !" he asked, flashing me a smile.

"Sure, Ethan. I'll meet you in the library after school." I replied, feeling a twinge of guilt for not spending more time with Ted and Bill, by accepting his offer without thinking twice. Maybe I was getting a little too attached to Ethan.

"Wait, do you have your Spanish class today?" He asked, smirking. "Because my deutsch teacher isn't here."

"Oh no, she's absent too!" We laugh at that realisation. "Well, I guess we can study right now then."

He comes next to me, taking my bag from my shoulders. "Hey !" I gasp, surprised. "You have to stop doing that, I already told you I can carry my bag myself."

"And I told you I can also carry your bag Y/N !" He winks at me, making me roll my eyes. "You're helping me for free so this is my way of paying you." He replies, walking shoulder to shoulder with me.

"What a gentleman..."

I took a deep breath to calm myself as I walked into the library with Ethan, still laughing from what he said. Today was another day I spent doing a tutoring session with Ethan, instead of hanging out with Bill and Ted.

I felt a heavy gaze on me as soon as we entered so, I looked around, until I saw Ted sitting at a table with Bill, both of them staring at me. Bill smiled when I noticed them while Ted just hung his head low. I turn around to Ethan, asking him to take a table for us. After he left, I took another deep breath, preparing myself for whatever mood Ted was in. "Hey guys," I said, walking over to their table. "What's up?"

"Nothing much dude !" Bill said, grinning. "Just waiting for you to show up, we were gonna go grab some pizza's and slushies !"

Ted didn't say anything, just focusing on his fidgety fingers. I frowned, feeling a pang of guilt for how he felt. "I'm sorry, guys. I can't today. I have a tutoring session with Ethan, his test is next week. He barely remembers when the Cold War was so we have a lot of work to do !"

Ted's head snapped up at the mention of Ethan. "Again ? You're always hanging out with him. Don't you have any time for us dude?"

I felt my face flush, taken aback by his tone. There it was again... "I'm sorry, Ted. I'm just trying to help him out. It's not like we're doing anything wrong." I clutched my arm, trying to stay calm. "We talked about this already; I'm helping him, he needs my help."

"Maybe he's using you for your, like, brain dude." He looked back down. "You don't know..."

I bristled, feeling defensive. "He's a nice guy, Ted. And I can be friends with whoever I want." I crossed my arms. "Why are you so angry about this ? You're usually so chill about everything, why is this specific thing getting to you so much ?"

"Yeah dude, what's with the attitude?" Joined Bill, just as confused as me. "Be nicer to the babe."

Ted's jaw clenched as he stood up abruptly. "Fine. Do what you want. Just don't expect me to sit around waiting for you all the time." He paused, looking at both of us with wide eyes. "I'm hungry anyways."

He stormed out of the library, leaving Bill and me staring at him in shock.

"What the hell was that about?" Bill muttered, looking up at me.

I shook my head, feeling just as confused as him.

"I don't know. He's just been acting weird lately." I sigh, rubbing my hand down my face. "Since I started to help Ethan he's like that... I don't understand why tho."

"Maybe he's jealous," Bill suggested, raising an eyebrow.

I scoffed. "Jealous? Of what?"

"Of Ethan," Bill responded, shrugging. "You guys have been spending a lot of time together. Maybe Ted feels left out, I don't know." Bill smiled knowingly at me. "I mean, you did walk in here laughing while he was carrying your bag, dude."

"I, what ?" I think about it for a moment, still shaking my head. "Why would he mind about that ? Ted never carried my bag before..."

I rolled my eyes, but deep down, I knew that Bill was right. Ted had always been a little possessive of me, I just had never thought it was anything serious. We just always had each other so, I simply thought he was afraid I would leave for the more popular kids, maybe it's deeper than that... I look at Bill for an instant, noticing his open notebook.

"Hey, you want to study with me and Ethan ?" I asked, smiling. "I could help you with the Charlemagne chapter."

Bill face immediately lightened up. "It would be most excellent dudette !"

The next week, I had another tutoring lesson scheduled with Ethan, as always. He had his test in two days so this was THE moment to study. It's been days since I saw Ted, I had glimpse of him sometimes in the hallways, he would walk past me after quickly glancing my way. I tried to not overthink it but it was hard, I was missing him an awful lot... Not seeing it everyday of every minute just reminded me how much I like him, how bad my crush on him is.

As I walked into the library to join Ethan who sat at our usual table, I saw Ted sitting alone, looking dejected as always. With my heart starting to pound, I walked up to him, hating how our last conversation ended. The moment I approached his table, he looked up before quickly adverting his eyes, sitting up straight.

"Hey, Ted, what are you doing here?" I asked, kind of surprised to see him here of all places. He usually never hangs out in the library expect if we have to study, he seems to be here quite a lot lately.

"I thought I'd surprise you and come help you tutor Ethan..." Ted said, a hint of bitterness in his voice. "Bill told him you helped him after, you know."

"Really? That's great, Ted!" I said, genuinely happy to see him and especially hear him say that. "Oh yeah, it's great !" I grasped his hand without thinking, dragging him to me and Ethan's table. When he noticed us approach, Ethan smiled nicely. "What's up?" he asked while Ted sat on the chair next to me. "You're Theo, right?" Ethan asked, putting his fist in front of him.

"Ted." He responded simply, fist bumping Ethan's hand with hesitation.

"Right, Ted, my bad man."

"He's really bad with names." I murmured, trying to ease the atmosphere. " Especially Napoléon Bonaparte, he cannot remember his name even if his life depended on it..."

"Hey, that French guy as a hard name ok !" Replied Ethan, his hand up in surrender.

"Napoleon ?" Repeated Ted, before turning to me. "Oh the little angry French dude ?"

Ethan brust out laughing at that, earning us a shush from the librarian. We giggled quietly, Ted shoulders relaxing lightly and is usual smile finally appaering again.

"Guys, guys, let's focus ok ? The test is in two days !" I say in the most neutral voice possible, not succeeding to stop my growing smile from appearing at Ted's one. "Ok, so what famous battle did Napoléon Bonaparte loose ?"

Three hours later, we finally get out of there, sighing loudly. Ethan's leave's us quickly, having a football practice, leaving me and Ted alone in front of the library. I quickly glance at him but feel heat rise to my cheeks when I see that he was already looking at me, a big smile on his lips.

"You were right dudette ! Ethan is a nice dude !" He pat's my shoulder. "He as a most excellent humour."

I laugh, nudging Ted shoulder with mine. "Told you." I respond, adjusting my bag on my shoulder, groaning.

"I can carry it if you want !" Before I can even reply, he takes it from me and slings it over his available shoulder. "There ! Now we're ready to go !"

"Why do you all think I can't carry my own bag ?!" I complain, while catching up with Ted who already started walking. I stop my thoughts for a moment, thinking back on what Billy said to me a few days ago. I look back at Ted who's still smiling, moving his head to the beat of an invisible song. That's when it hits me, finally. I stop in my track, also stopping Ted by putting my hand on his arm. "What's up dude ?" He asks, turning around to face me. "Y/N ?"

"You were jealous of me and Ethan." I whisper, realising it as I say it. "But, not because you were afraid of losing me as...a friend."

Ted eyebrows furrow, confusion written all over his face. "What do you mean?"

"You were jealous, yes ?" I ask, looking up at him. "Be honest."

He's hesitant for a moment, his cheeks reddening slightly. "I mean, yeah...like, kinda. I was afraid he was, you know, mean and stuff." He shrugges, his gaze looking at everything but me. "Turns out he's nice ! And his exam is in two days, so you'll be free again !"

"Ted..."

"Yes ?" He responds, looking at me again, his smile fading when he see's my expression. "Y/N ?"

"Are you..." I gulp, feeling my hand starting to shake. "Ted, I have to admit something to you. I don't know if I'm reading what's happening in the wrong way but I have to try, just in case I'm right." His brows furrow again, now he looks even more lost than before. "Give me my bag, just in case I'm wrong so that I can run away quickly." I chuckle nervously.

"What ?" He laughs quickly "Why would you ran away dude ?"

"I like you." I blur out, looking him dead in the eyes. "Not in a you're my best friend way but in a I want to be way more than your best friend way." I quickly swallow, feeling my courage fade. "I mean, not super mega best friend way either. Romantic way, like couples." I search his eyes. "Ted ?" I ask, my heart hammering in my chest. "Please, say something..."

"Woah dude..." He whispers, taking his head in his hands. "DUDE !"

I jump at his sudden yelling but can't help a laugh when I see him jumping around, punching the air yelling dude and woah multiples time. He suddenly stops, looking at me with the widest smile I've ever seen him have.

"DUDE !" He yells again, running towards me, lifting me in his arms while I yelp.

"Ted ! Oh my god, what are you doing ?!" I laugh while he spins me around. "I'm going to fall, I'll fall !" I breath out, felling my body slip away from his arms. "Ted, what's happening with you ?" I laugh, out of breath while he puts me down, his arms still holding me close to him.

"What's happening ? Dude, you told me you're in love with me !" He responds quickly, his voice trembling. "The most bodacious babe just told me she likes me ! Like, in a romantic way !"

I push him a bit to look at him, surprised. "Wait, does that mean..."

He cuts me off. "Of course it does ! Why would I spin you around ?"

"Do you even know yourself ? You could do it at any given opportunity!" I laugh, in disbelief. "So, I was right, you were jealous of Ethan."

Ted lower his head, his hair covering his face to hide his shamefulness. "Yeah... I mean, the guy's has everything. He's popular, handsome, nice and a jock. Bonus point for being funny !"

I smile tenderly, taking his face in my hands to put his gaze back into mine.

"True. He's veeeery handsome." Ted huff, trying to look away but I turn his face again to make him look back at me. "But I prefer guys with brown hair and eyes, who wear silly jackets with a big smiling face behind, rather than a sport's one. I also prefer guys with a blond friend called Bill. You want me to continue or you got it ?"

I feel the heat radiating from his face on my fingers, if seeing how red he was wasn't enough. We only look at each other for a moment, letting everything sink in.

"I really want to kiss you." He breaths out. "Can I kiss you ?"

"After you apologies."

"I'm sorry for being an evil dude. I shouldn't have ignored such a babe just because of a nice jock guy."

I giggle when he gives my cheek a quick peck. "And I'm sorry for not taking the time to hang out with you and Bill, I should have. I swear that from this day on, I will no matter what !" I finish my speech by returning his quick peck, making him giggle. "Now you can kiss me handsome."

He blushes at the pet name before crashing his lips on mine without a warning, making me yelp in surprise. Quickly, I compose myself and slide my hands to his hair to deepen the kiss while they move in rhythm with one another. It's clumsy, so we smile and giggle through it, he even apologies some times which I always respond with a simple it's ok before pulling him back for more. He doesn't have to be jealous, because no matter how messy and inexperienced our kisses are, I only want his.

"This was the most excellent kiss ever !"

[the-trans-folk-witch]

Post Herbalist, Pre Pre-Medical traditional Witchcraft: a Joke but a reality.

Before I hand feed you my BITTER solar-infused coffee-induced rant, let me give a few ( comically self made) definitions: *see notes

Post Herbalist witchcraft: "energy work**" and magics that are performed by peoples with no means, funds, or ability to obtain herbs and knowledge of herbal medicine for magic and health. This loss of knowledge is due to colonization, fear of herbalisms ties to witchcraft, and the push for modern"white medicine. Note*- I fucking hate the term energy work, yet the magic itself is very very real and used by me.

Pre Pre-Medical witchcraft: -Not to be confused with Pre-med schooling in preparation for grad school.- Pre Pre-medical is what I call the average knowledge of modern medicine that the average person can obtain by ways of public K-12 schooling and the internet. Its place in witchcraft is the knowledge of medicine and the dangers of herbs and or anti-vaxx/med dangers within magical communities. In essence, Pre Pre-medical witchcraft is the belief in modern medicine as well as magical healing methods. Not to be confused with holistic healing which is utter bullshit when taught as completely factual in organized religious spaces.

With these definitions explained less blurred in the mind of the greater trad witch community, and ignorant tumblr onlookers, I move on to my spiel.

As a professional witch, conjurer, seer, and drama queen, I struggle to find a home amongst communities that have watered down witchcraft for a younger, whiter, and less informed audience. Gone are the days of nuance and professionalism. Today is now ruled by forever-beginners, eternal-newbs, and influencers turned teachers. With this post I hope to separate the wheat from the chaff and find the cream of the crop.

To practice witchcraft in a time where herbs are expensive yet taught as the only means to perform spells; and at a time when cities and suburbs have ruined free access to native plants; I find myself performing more prayer and power based magics. No longer do i spend money on herbs, candles and the like. Nor do I plan to purchase the land required to grow my own. I invest in verbal charms, prayer, writing, movement, and my own bodily secretions. I jokingly call this "Post herbalist Pre Pre-Medical witchcraft."It is more informed and rooted in history than generic "energy work". And is less concerned with the consumerism that is forced upon modern witches via herbs and more. The joke is the name is so humorously long and ignorant that it kind of works. I expect the internet will love it considering you folks love putting every adjective before "witch" such as "solar witches" and "crystal witches". Although I suspect people looking for such titles do not have the attention span to read this wordy blog post.

In 2020 I challenged myself to go a year without spending a dollar on my magic. Here we are in 2024 and I'm still going. Yes I use plant materials. Yes I buy things for spirit offerings. But no. I don't have a huge cabinet of herbs and candles. I fully rely on my spirits, my witchflame, the land, and my body to produce magic. No money required. I could spend another fifteen paragraphs explaining how to do so. But alas, i don't care to share. As I said, I am done engaging with forever-newbs who are at the same place they started in witchcraft ten years ago.

I hope my short yet long* rant leads you to... something useful

*note: this is actually a very short read. But in the modern internet sphere we are all unable to process information that's not in video format consisting of no more than 2 minutes. so this is a long post nowadays. hehe im really on a soap box today. sorry im so bitter.

[messedupfan]

Wanda Maximoff Draft (Might Not Continue)

A/N: Here is another one from my drafts! (I unfortunately have many) So read at your own discretion that this is possibly all that you'll get from this story. But I am open to any and all ideas, so if you have one let me know in the comments, asks, or even my dms. Enjoy!

“I hear she was caught sneaking around with one of the teachers?” A mother on the PTA whispers over to you as Wanda Maximoff walks into the meeting with her husband Jarvis Stark. You have to hide your gulp and the way you loosen your tie so as not to draw the attention of the woman you were talking to. She was known to gossip about anything she found suspicious. You pull off a surprised act that makes her want to spill more. “I heard that it might be someone in the history department. You wouldn’t happen to have any idea would you? Or is the faculty kind of clicky?” 

You laugh and take a sip as you try to avoid letting her know the truth about the way the school faculty operates. “It’s not clicky, everyone is just focused on their subjects. This is our job, and we owe it to our students to keep that focus.” You expertly divert her attention and she swoons at the answer you’ve given. You check your watch and look at the full room. “I think I’m going to start the meeting early. You should find your seat, Shirley,” you smile politely to her which makes her blush. She walks away to a seat in the front row as you make your way to the stage to begin the meeting. You stand in front of the crowd of parents when your phone buzzes in your pocket. 

What you have to look forward to later ;) 

The image of Wanda standing in front of the mirror in lacy red undergarments loads under the message and you have to school your features on the platform and clear your throat to start. You adjust your tie which makes Wanda smirk the tiniest bit, not enough for anyone but you to notice. 

The meeting goes on without any further teasing because she knows how hard you worked on your presentation for the rest of the parents. But she was so tempted to send you another message. When you wrap it up the parents that had extra questions come up to you to ask for your personal information just in case they can’t reach you with the professional contacts you have listed. You lie and tell them the number that you have listed is your personal phone and when they scatter away Wanda steps forward. “Huh, that’s interesting. Then who did I send a picture to if this is your only number?” You hush her with a laugh. 

“Ms. Maximoff, it’s lovely to see you tonight. I was surprised to see you accompanied by your husband as well. It’s been a while since he’s attended one of these, hasn’t it?”

“Oh stop,” she says as she hides a smile. “The rumors have gotten to him. He insisted on joining me tonight.” 

“I’ve heard of these rumors. Apparently, you’ve been sneaking around with someone from the history department.” You tease which makes Wanda giggle behind her hand. 

“My favorite is that I’m apparently having an affair with the principal.” You choke on your water at the thought of Principal Fury being tangled up in such a scandalous rumor. That could be dangerous. 

“He won’t be happy when that reaches him,” you respond with a worried glance. “Let’s hope it doesn’t get back to him because he’ll make an announcement about it and then we’ll surely be on everyone’s radar.” 

Wanda’s smile softens as she steps a little closer to you, “What would be so wrong with that?”

Your eyes frantically scan the area to be sure that nobody was paying attention to you in any way. “Not here, you know this,” you scold lightly and step away from her. “I’m sorry, you’ll have to excuse me. I made plans with a friend for this evening and it seems that I’ll be running a tad late. I hope you found the presentation to be informative and if you have any questions or concerns at all, my number is listed on the sheet.” You say as you step away and collect your things to leave. 

Something always upset you whenever she brought up the subject of outing yourselves and dealing with the consequences together. Yelena, your best friend, thinks it's because you like the secrecy of the whole thing. That the relationship almost doesn’t feel real to you because at the end of the day she still belongs to someone else and you have commitment issues. And why wouldn't you? People cheat when they aren't happy. Then they get what they wanted and they go back to what they already have because it's not worth it to destroy it all. 

You were anticipating the day Wanda gave you up for her husband. You didn't want it, you mistakenly caught a few undefined feelings for her, but you knew that it was going to come all the same. 

This all started a month after you had become the teacher to her boys, Billy and Tommy. Within that first month, you had to call her every other day to talk about Tommy's behavior. At the end of the month she had to talk to you in person. The second you set your eyes on her, you couldn’t focus on why she was there in the first place. She didn’t make matters any easier when she started flirting with you. After you made it clear that her tactics won’t persuade you to let her son off the hook, she made it clear that wasn’t her intention. You cleared your throat and adjusted your tie. 

“Excuse me,” the British accent sends a jolt to your heart. You throw your messenger bag over your shoulder and try to relax when you face him. “I just wanted to thank you for actually taking the time to teach my boy. A lot of teachers have given up on him in the past. I know he’s a smart boy and I just had to…” he holds a check out to you. “Thank you. Please, I’ve had to pay off many people just to keep him in a classroom. Let me pay for the extra time you’ve spent giving him a proper education.” 

You look at the check and try to figure out whether or not you should accept it. Wanda has warned you that he is a man of many mind games. Accepting or declining could send a message and you’re not quite sure what kind of message that would be. Wanda holds her breath as she watches from a distance. “That is very generous of you but your wife already pays for the extra tutoring.” She closes her eyes, you chose wrong. 

“Ah she does, does she?” His tone is revealing and your heart begins to race. 

“Yes, sir. The normal tutoring fee,” you grab a handout you give to parents of your students and point to the information. “I don’t need anything extra,” you say to save face. You were doing everything not to show your nerves. There was no reason to be nervous. Other than you were sleeping with his wife. 

Javis makes a noise of acknowledgement. “I see, well, you’re a good person. Most people would have just taken the money without question.” 

“Ah well, I’m not most people,” you say lightly. 

He squints his eyes at you, “No, you’re not. Are you?” He relaxes, “Well, I say take it anyway. You can use it for yourself, put it towards the classroom, or get something nice for a special someone in your life.” 

Uncomfortable as it is, you accept the check. In order to get out of the conversation. You thank him again as you slip the gift into your bag. You excuse yourself and rush to your car. You waste no time going back to your apartment. Once you’re home, you feel like you can finally breathe. You set the bag in the hall closet as you consider uninviting Wanda. She needed to stay home. What plausible reason would she have to leave the house tonight? 

The phone rings and you almost don’t answer it. But seeing Yelena’s crooked face on the screen gives you some relief. “Are you busy?” She asks. 

“No, not yet anyway. Why? Is something going on?”

“No, I just don’t want to hear moaning over the phone again.” 

You sigh, “That was one time.” 

“Yeah, one time too many. I already don’t like sex as it is, then you go and do something like that to really scar me?” She gripes with what you presume is a full mouth. 

“Need I remind you that you texted that you would call the cops if I didn’t answer the next call?” 

“You could have texted back!” 

“I was busy!” You defend with a laugh. 

“Well you could have told me beforehand that you were getting a visit from the witch,” Yelena had taken to calling Wanda a witch because she was convinced the woman had you under some sort of spell. She did in a way, but not with the tacky rhymes or herbs or potions. There was just something about Wanda that was alluring and hypnotizing. 

“I didn’t know, it was spontaneous. And what, am I supposed to text you every time she enters a room?” 

“Yes,” she says simply. You scoff. 

“You know, you can attach yourself to Kate. She’s not seeing anyone and she has more time for you than I do.” You suggest as you start walking around to get things ready for Wanda’s arrival. Just in case she is able to slip away. 

“Kate is my roommate, I’m attached to her as we speak. Hey, stop hogging all of the popcorn.” You shake your head. “That doesn’t mean I don’t need you sometimes. Have you watched the new episode by the way? I am furious but Kate doesn’t get it. You’ll share in my rage.” 

“Yeah, I can’t believe that is how they’re ending the season! It was such a rushed ending. It makes zero sense,” you state and your friend gets excited to talk about the show with someone who shares the same opinion. You can faintly hear Kate giving her two cents but for the most part it’s Yelena going on a rant about how this character should have ended up with that character instead of the one that they’re with now. And how they glossed over a major character death like it was nothing. The usual complaints that came with watching a show together. Nothing ever satisfied the two of you and that’s what made the friendship work. Complaining to and fueling each other's complaints all of the time. 

The knock on the front door startles you, not certain if it was Wanda. Terrified to find Jarvis on the other side. You end the call with Yelena and open the door. Wanda steps around you. “I don’t have much time.” She whispers as she pushes you against the door. She is close to you, sharing her air with you, and she runs her hand down your torso before she locks the door. “I couldn’t go another night without seeing you.” Wanda says against your lips. 

“It’s safe to assume we’re skipping dinner and going straight to dessert,” you mutter as your hands travel up and down her sides. Her lips are on your neck as she unbuckles your belt. Good, this is all it needed to be. No candlelit dinners. No talking. No getting to know each other. Just sex, completely losing yourselves in each other kind of sex. 

“Come on,” Wanda wraps your tie around her hand and pulls you towards your bedroom.

[heluvschibi]

DANDELIONS pt 1 (1) (2) (3)

Collage AU!Changbin x reader

[edited]

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Y/N's POV

The final bell's echo marked the end of another dragging period. I glanced around, noting the synchronized rustle of notebooks and the zip of backpacks. One more class to endure.

I slumped back into my seat, the untouched notebook in my hands a testament to my waning interest. What's the point of pretending?

"Mrs. Y/n, a moment, please?" Mr. Choi's voice cut through the chatter, his eyes not meeting mine, but fixed on the stack of papers before him.

With a resigned sigh, I approached his desk, the weight of my backpack mirroring the heaviness in my chest. "What is it, sir?"

He waited, his silence stretching until the last student trickled out. "It's your grades," he began, his frown morphing into a look of concern. "They've plummeted since the semester began."

I traced the patterns on the floor with my eyes, feeling the sting of his words. "A's to B's, and now an F," he continued. "Is there no time for my class? At least take notes, Y/n."

The apology was a lump in my throat. "I'll try harder," I managed to say, meeting his gaze.

"I'll arrange a tutor for you," he offered, his tone firm yet caring.

A nod was all I could muster. "Thank you, sir."

"Now hurry along, don't be late."

As I stepped into the hallway, the reality of a tutor loomed over me. Another person to disappoint, or perhaps, an unexpected ally in this academic battlefield.

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Changbin's POV

Felix's deep voice pulled me back to the present. "Are you coming over today?"

"Yeah, Lix, I already told you—" My words were cut short by the professor's stern call. "Seo Changbin, go to the office."

Confusion settled in as all eyes landed on me. Felix leaned in, his whisper barely audible. "Bro, what did you do?"

I could only offer a clueless shrug, gathering my belongings and bidding him a quick farewell. The walk to the office was a silent battle with my thoughts. What did I do? Am I in trouble? Not another detention…

Upon entering, I bowed respectfully to the teachers. "Ah, Mr. Seo," Mr. Yang greeted, his voice betraying no emotion. My gaze landed on the lone student in the room—Y/n?

"Why am I here, Mr. Yang?" My question was soft, almost hesitant.

He glanced at a paper on his desk. "Meet Y/n. You'll be her tutor for History."

Her name triggered a cascade of memories. The quiet girl who once offered me flowers with a shy smile. Could it really be her?

Approaching her, I noticed the nervous play of her fingers on her skirt's edge. "Hey Y/n. Do you remember me?" I asked, pointing to myself, hoping to spark recognition.

Her eyes widened briefly, then she nodded. A wave of relief washed over me.

"After school, let's meet in the library, okay?" I suggested gently. Standing up, I added, "What class do you have next? Let me walk you there."

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Y/N's POV

The climb to the 3rd floor felt longer with Changbin trailing behind me. I wanted to ask him to stop following, but the words wouldn't come. Just as I mustered the courage to speak, his voice boomed with excitement.

"Oh my gosh, you like TXT?!" He pointed to the Yeonjun photocard dangling from my bag.

I nodded, caught off guard when he gently touched my shoulder. "Can I see?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with shared fandom.

"Hes my bias too!" Changbin's voice was a mix of surprise and delight. I felt a warmth spread through me, but his grip tightened in his excitement, anchoring me in place.

"You're hurting me…" I whispered, the discomfort breaking through the moment.

His eyes widened, and he immediately let go. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. Are you okay?" Concern etched his features as he stepped around to face me, his hands hovering as if unsure where to rest.

"I'm fine," I assured him, my voice steadier than I felt. "Just… surprised, that's all."

We shared a look, an unspoken understanding passing between us. He nodded, a silent promise to be more mindful.

His hand ended up on my waist...

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Changbin's POV

My gaze lingered on my hand at her waist, her silence a puzzle I couldn't solve. She just stood there, her round eyes wide, cheeks flushed—a picture of innocence that tugged at my heartstrings.

"Changbin… Changbin?" Her voice snapped me out of my reverie, her hand fluttering before my eyes like a startled bird.

I chuckled, a soft, self-deprecating sound, and carefully withdrew my hand. "Right, your class," I stammered, my cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and something akin to hope.

The stairs seemed to stretch on forever as we ascended in silence. My mind raced with questions. Does she feel the same? Would she tell me if she did? Memories of a past fondness lingered, but did her feelings stand the test of time?

Reaching the third floor, the hallway was a blur, my focus solely on the girl beside me. "Bye Y/N, see you at the library," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

She offered a soft smile and a slight bow, a gesture of respect that somehow felt like more. As she disappeared into her classroom, a sense of longing washed over me, mingled with the sweet promise of what the afternoon might bring.

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YIPPIE!!!

-A heart from hannie

[beingnotseeming]

my high school english teacher that i had for 3 outta 4 years there pulling me aside after the AP practice shit.

which like. to be fair. was dying (legit) through high school and yet you out here concerned with attendance and unhappy with your AP shit when your body (and brain specifically bestie) are shutting down😶 bestie. oof. anyway. i think it was the practice ones idk may have been the real ones. anyway very meaningful chat even if i can’t really remember it in much detail. appreciate her for that. and a fair amount of other shit. people aren’t perfect i sure aren’t but ripple effects absolutely can go a long way. anyway. dying and all that still scoring top in the class. was specifically NOT recommended for her class by the 8th grade english teacher cuz she didn’t like me. not at all sorry that i’m not gonna utilize your bullshit essay writing “skills” andddddd also have *checks notes* no school pride🤔 ma’am i have ain’t patriotic and i sure as hell am not getting caught up in your “school pride” especially when that school has been bigoted at every fucking turn including down to your ass specifically. oh. and who are you taking the racism the homophobia the transphobia etc to?? no one. fucking no one. it’s a waste of time bothering with the teachers. waste of time with the office staff the principal the disciplinarian. i’ll save my breath and my energy thank you very much. how many times has the sky fallen? how many times has the world stopped turning? quite a few. lost track. thing they don’t tell you about that is it’s stopped it’s fallen and it’s continuing on alllll at the same time. can’t take shit to the district. can’t take shit to “parents”. can’t take it to the news. let’s not even get me started on “police” and the “justice” system. can’t take shit to a government foundationally built on this shit. liberty and justice and freedom for all my fucking ass. been saying that since kindergarten. look on that teacher’s face was shock. “still have to say the pledge” actually no the fuck i don’t. fuck your governments. fuck your borders. fuck your presidents. fuck your justice. fuck your peace. fuck all the shit you claim as truth but wrap in lies if not just presenting an entire lie with not even a sliver of truth. fuck you for the land that was never yours and you still have no respect for. fuck you for all the intentional suffering. the intentional lack. the intentional bloodshed. the intentional building through the hands of those left with once again your bullshit illusion of choice. and yeah. choice is absolutely a thing. you punish the shit outta people that wanna choose anything outside of your “lines”. fuck that. fuck all of you. i choose and continue to choose me. first and foremost. and it’s so much bigger than me. always has been. so it’s never just been about me. tried to keep me from my history. tried to keep me from my roots. all drains lead to the ocean don’t you know. wouldn’t have let me watch finding nemo quite frankly. all roads. all pathways. i’ll get myself home. and i won’t. i’m not as alone as you’d like me to believe. never was. and sure as hell won’t be for the eternity y’all sure love to preach on. preaching with planks in your eyes. running from any type of reflection. wonder the fuck why. it’s not all done in the dark and i know. y’all do this shit in the light too. it’s a show. world stage. white picket fence bullshit. trying to keep up appearances. tryna hide your vile ass bloody hands. your actions and inactions carry weight. don’t give a shit what you say. hiding your hands behind your back as if they haven’t been holding the knife among so many other things. i see. i see even if i don’t. i know. and i’ll only continue to know. and we’ll come and continue to come. wave after wave. generation after generation. you can take the memories. you can’t take the knowing. you can’t take the heart. can’t take the heart in any way at this point. can’t touch that shit now despite your meddling. wanna talk so much shit about the toxicity in the glow stick. again to the mirror. take a seat.

take a kneel. have a fucking bow. not a bow for applause. not a bow for the crowd. a bow. final curtain call. stage collapsing with all the elephants you’re so desperate to ignore. skeletons outta the closets. what the fuck is my face to you. sure as hell ain’t a joke but absolutely is walking evidence. reckoning. ripple effects. have such a love and appreciation and gratitude for the ripples. the ripples in my life. the ripples in others. it’s not always a matter of fighting the tide. i can and will go with the flow. the flow of my real mother. the flow of my real father. a flow that knows. a flow that has an actual authority. a flow that ain’t abusing and misusing that shit. i stand and watch the wave. i can argue with it too. i’m not asking for a battering i’m demanding it. and at the end of all that. the wave still has choice. as i have choice. we’re on far different terms now. there’s always been levels to the understanding. grateful to be here. grateful to be. grateful for my knowing and experiences. grateful for the wave. grateful for the ocean floor. i have tea parties down there. and i play in the sand. the wave and i chat. it’s not a wave i have any fear of. a respect of yes. but there’s no reason for me to fear the wave and there’s no reason at this point to be battered by it. the wave comes when it comes. and it does what it does. and i love the wave all the same. love the wave wholly and entirely. totality. people talk about the destructive nature of the ocean and yeah that’s very much so a thing. it soothes. it calms. it heals. it loves. it provides. multifaceted. multidimensional. many things. and one. much like me. and we we are one. one and many. the fire like the ocean it can destroy and it can do so much more. cleansing waves. cleansing fire. company despite how alone one may look to others eyes.

i’m not asking. i’m not begging. i’m not pleading. not with any of you. lay that shit down at the feet of those who actually care. those with actual authority here and there and everywhere. for as much as you all pull strings. there’s a far larger orchestra playing. i can hear that shit harmonize you know. you don’t know. you have no fucking idea. have no fucking clue how i work. how i operate. and even if i could explain in its entirety its beyond the grasp of those so set and fixated on solely deceiving and destroying. again not saying that lightly. or even judgmentally. shit has its places. all things and nothing do. the abyss ain’t going anywhere. neither is the void. and they’re not asking to be fed. you can absolutely sit with them. sit in them. but all the shit you wanna throw down the well to them. it don’t matter. don’t matter in any type of way that counts. any type of way that changes. you can absolutely transmute. transmute shit inside of you. own that shit. it’s mine. it’s all fucking mine. but a respect must be had. an understanding. and i love the void. i love the abyss. i love the chasms. i love the light. i love the dark. i love the gray. i love duality. i love totality. i love. i love. i love. i love love. i love choice. i love destiny. i love holding multiple concepts multiple truths. i love the ways in which perspective can change everything. i love the various vantage points. from the bottom of an endless pit to the rise the rise the rise. i’m a glow stick only i can break in a way that’s gonna count. you can send shit. you can try shit. it’s only going to add to my light. and that glow is irritating as shit to some of you. oh well. been to hell and back. and i still go visit. it’s a home i made even if its not the home i stay in. i am home. and i’m going home. i’m a lighthouse. i’m a beacon. i’m a catalyst. i’m the spark. i’m the embers. i’m the inferno. i’m many many fucking things. attempts to box me in are issues you can deal with. i’ll study the box. i’ll learn all i can. and i’ll consume it. i’ll transmute it. something into nothing. nothing into something. i choose. i choose. i choose. i choose love. i choose abundance. i choose knowing. i choose freedom. i choose liberation. i choose revitalization. i choose faith and grace and forgiveness. and not the kinds you love to preach and shove down peoples throats. i choose my own. i choose the meaning. and i choose me and us and our authenticity.

i choose to honor those now and from before and those after. i choose to see the beauty. i choose to see the connections. can’t tell me shit. the maps are everywhere. in us. on us. on the leaves. in the trees. the list goes on and on. and i think that’s beautiful. the beauty of connection. the beauty in connecting. so many patterns. so many loops. so many roots. and they lie. they lie and rot the roots. try to at the very least. i uproot shit absolutely but i transmute shit as well. learned the hard way you can’t remove everything. can’t kill everything. what are you left with. what did you want. i wanted to have fun. i wanted to create. so i do. and i will. i will continue to do so. and i will continue to glow. not a matter of beating odds. just quite frankly ignored that shit. off the deep end. in extremes. and in grays. but i’m here. i’m here. i’m here. heart still beating. heart intact. heart still on my sleeve and not in a place of lack. i love us. and i’m proud of us. i have faith in us and so much more than us. and not a faith stuck on a fence. i faith i can run with. i faith i dance in. with. grateful. grateful to be here. grateful to be. grateful to be me. us. we. grateful. and loving. you can take the memories you can’t take the heart. ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹🫶🏽

[thorfemmes]

I knocking again with request! It just popped in my head as iron clothes 🤣 if its ok. Eddie with his S/O and the hellfire boys. They didnt know eddie had a lover at school and they overheard him being mean to them, alarmingly threatening and the boys are no way eddie is intimidating and scary looking but he isnt actually that.. maybe they had to intervene and its a misunderstanding and its revealed s/o is a theater kid ask for help running lines something like that? I read somewhere that they used a theater room for hellfire and with his reputation someone mustve backed him up or vouch for him to use the facilities right?😉 Sorry did that made sense? Its practically 1 am here 🤣 thanks! Its kinda hilarious to me that whole scenario.

I love you, thank you for all the requests! This one was right up my alley since one of my majors is in theatre. I hope you enjoy!<3

BTW the play used in this drabble is Ubu Roi by Alfred Jarry. It's wild.

Eddie was a very theatrical person. Not just in his hyperactive gestures and storytelling abilities, but actually theatric. What the Hellfire boys thought was Eddie's free period was actually an advanced acting/play literacy class. He was secretly the teacher's favorite, how else would he have gotten permission to use the drama room and props for his DND campaigns?

Having climbed his way up through the intermediate and advanced classes, he got to know you pretty well. As excellent actor and a very outspoken and opinionated play lover, the two of you bonded quickly over your flair for the dramatic.

The boys didn't know about Eddie's theatre class, and in turn really didn't know about the close relationship the two of you cherished. So when they came across the two of you violently yelling at each other, they were concerned to say the least.

"Shit!" Eddie yelled.

"Oh it's fine, what a pig you are". You scoffed angrily at him.

The boys looked on in curiosity, but also worried as they'd never seen Eddie so angry at someone they didn't know.

"Watch out, I don't kill you, " Eddie continued.

"It isn’t me you ought to kill, it’s someone else".

"Now by my green candle, I don’t understand!"

The Hellfire boys watch you go back and forth with this utter violent gibberish.

"Now by my green candle, shit!" Eddie monologued. "Madam, certainly yes, I’m content. I could be content with less. After all, I’m Captain of Dragoons, Privy Councillor to King Wenceslas, Knight of the Red Eagle of Poland, and formerly King of Aragon. What more do you want?"

They continued to spy on you from around the corner until you spoke a worrisome line.

"What prevents you from slaughtering the whole family and putting yourself in their place?"

Gareth cut in at this point. "Woah, what the fuck is going on here? Is everything okay?"

Eddie visibly blanched knowing he'd been caught.

"Oh, hi! You must be one of Eddie's friends!" You said sweetly breaking character. You stuck your hand out. "I'm Y/N!"

"Gareth, this is Jeff, Dustin, and Mike," He introduced each boy down the line. "So what exactly is going on here?

You looked to Eddie for guidance, not knowing how he wanted to go about this.

"So my merry men, I've been hiding something from you. My free periods have actually been dedicated to an acting and play analysis class. Y/N here is my scene partner". You nudged him softly. "And my romantic partner. We were just rehearsing this absolute garbage play for our next assignment. Nothing violent is happening, promise".

"It's not garbage! It's absurdist and a precursor to Dadaism, which is one of your favorite movements in theatre history!'

"Daddyism?" Dustin spoke up confused.

"Dadaism, or Dada for short," You corrected him gently. "It's a movement that emphasized the process of collective trauma after World War I. It really tried to expand the boundaries on what theatre-".

Eddie just looked at you with what might as well have been hearts in eyes. The boys of course had no idea what you were talking about, but seeing Eddie's enamored stares was enough for them to keep their mouths shut.

"I think Eddie really likes it because at first glance it seems absurd and whimsical and just straight funny, but when you dive deeper into analysis you can really see the trauma buried within the subtext".

"Right you are, pretty girl". Eddie wrapped his arms around your shoulder. "Now, any other questions or can we get back to rehearsing?"

"We're definitely discussing this later, but we'll leave you to it. Have fun kids," Dustin said with a wave.

With the boys gone Eddie turned and quickly laid a few kisses to your face. Kiss, kiss, kiss until he landed on your lips.

"C’mon superstar, we've gotta keep rehearsing for next period".

[koshirulynn]

//Teaching you to love//

High school AU- Shu Yamnio x stoic!abused!reader

//Teaching you to love//pt 1

In where,you were seen as the freak who cannot feel.Showing concern,your teachers made you compromise to your classmate teaching you about emotions.

(This is just for fun,do not take this seriously and to any included streamers I am sorry if you read this)Lmao I hope you enjoy reading this.

You were the student who always came in with injuries.Coming in with many bruises and cuts,you still were stoic to an extent.

you weren't getting bullied but you still got all the looks and stares from other students.You never really cared about what they said about you.You never really saw the reason why you should.

Pushing aside all that,you were an A plus student,always making it up to the top.This had the teachers wondering why you were arriving to school with such wounds.They were concerned.Many tried to be your friend but you just didn't bother to be around them.This lead to no one trying at all but you didn't mind at all.

At home,your mother had always hit you and the only thing that she taught you,was to never express how you felt.Although it was unrealistic to be like that all the time,of course you cried.You only cried alone however.Bottling up your emotions,you knew it was the worst feeling ever but that was really the only thing you could manage without your mother finding out.

You just kept your grades up,so you could get out of your house faster because you were breaking slowly.

--time: 13:42 pm--

"May I take y/n l/n out from your class for a while"The guidance counsellor came into your history class.You didn't mind as that it was one of your least favorite classes to be in.

"Yes,you may.Are you taking them out for the whole period?"Your history teacher asked with such professionalism and the guidance counsellor just nodded in agreement.

You got up,collecting your copy and your pencil case and putting them in your bag.Your eyes were glued to the ground before saying your farewell and thanks to your teacher.You assumed that the councellor wanted to talk about the bruises and cuts on your body again.How you were wrong.

The guidance counsellor made you follow her to her office.You saw a tall raven haired male who looked around your age throught the window of the door.Eyes meeting,his captivating eyes were a bright violet.You felt and knew nothing about this guy

'what' s the point of this.'you thought to yourself. You sat down beside the raven haired student.Putting your bag leaning beside the chair you were on.

"y/n, this is Shu Yamino, he will be teaching you the basic ways of how to manage human emotions.I know you told me before that your mother has taught you otherwise but this is compulsory."Mrs Huang explained and introduced.

"if you disagree to this, you will be given a solid 0 in my class" mrs Huang was not only the guidance counsellor but also your maths teacher.You were at shock.You only really had one choice and that was to accept.Regardless if you accept or not,you still will get a beating from any grade you get but you never got a failing grade.The consequences made wasn't worth it failing.

"I accept"Your toneless voice was intimidating. Shu didn't expect that.In his eyes,you were quite the looker,however you were definitely missing the expressive within tone and your context. In a way you made Shu curious about you. He would always see you in the hall waiting for class 5 minutes early or eating lunch alone on the bench.

The raven haired student smiled as he looked at you.You didn't notice his generous act and continued to stare down Mrs Huang.

"You and Shu will have the excuse to be with each other during Lunch time and break time and any class as long as it's once a day"You just nodded. Shu was just happy that he has the excuse to skip classes and be with you.

'you know what they say,curiosity kills the cat'

"so when do we start Mrs Huang?"

"You start now,I will leave you be"The truth why Mrs huang chose a student to do this is because an adult wouldn't be able to understand properly from what a teenager is feeling during this generation.Mrs Huang believed that a teenager would help you heal better if it was just one and one from one teenager to another teenager.

She hoped that her decision would work better.Trusting Shu yamino,the most averaged graded student but was highly intelligent within human emotions and understanding another's emotions.He helped his Kohai and upperclassmen when they needed help.They called it the 'Shupport' and his underclassman Sonny Brisko,his classmate Mysta Rias and his upperclassman Millie Parfait had recommended Shu to Mrs Huang.

"You may be excused for the rest of the period,please get to know each other"Mrs Huang smiled at the both of you as you both left to sit at the canteen.Placing your bag down beside you,the violet eyed boy looked at you,kinda sweating.You just stared at him.Even if you didn't feel awkward,Shu certainly was.

"Um so what do you do for fun?"You blankly looked him straight in the eyes while sitting still with perfect posture.Looking away for a bit,you thought about it for a bit. "I study,I guess.."Shu could tell that you were slightly confused.The sun shone on your hair.He could see the true colour of your hair and your features were mesmerizing.The way your eyes shone a bit in the light,there was something to you.Something that Shu wanted to find out,something that he wanted to help you unravel.

"that's perfect,we can study together in the library for out up coming exams in Summer"You nodded your head now looking away from the male sitting across from you.

"You should meet my friends,I think you would get to know them well"The bright boy smiled at you.You didn't want to meet them.Thinking that they would think that you were a freak or something because of the way you act.

"Y'know we can't get along if you don't talk eh"That statement was kind of offensive but you didn't think of it as much.However,Shu started to panic because he came off very rude.

"I-I'm sorry I didn't mean that like that-"

"It's fine,I don't really want to meet your friends just yet"Your stoical voice still sent shivers up his spine but he smiled that you were actually listening to him.

"That's alright,how about we get to know each other more,we don't want to fail this class together do we?"His laugh was enjoyable,his company was comfortable,his joke was kinda funny.

"mhm"With that,the bell rang.

"I'll meet you after school Y/n"The pretty boy waved you goodbye before departing to go to his next class.You wondered if you would be benefiting from this in the future,maybe you would learn something from this.From Shu.

{Teaching you love,part one done}

[mimisempai]

You are the reason I will always come back

Summary:

Dream is supposed to meet Hob at his house, but what a surprise for Hob to see him waiting at the door of his classroom.

Notes:

Dream and Hob continue to build their relationship and I continue to fawn over them...

On AO3

Rating T - 1594 words

"I am now going to give you back the results of your multiple choice questionnaires. I must say that I was, overall, pleasantly surprised by your grades. But you know what they say, when you set the bar high, you have to maintain it. So be happy with your results, even celebrate at the local pub, but don't forget that it's only the beginning of the school year, Okay?"

Most of the students nodded and Hob continued, "You can pick up your copies on the way out. Have a good weekend."

He put his things away, responding to students who waved as they passed by, when Sarah, a student asked, "Professor, have you watched the latest historical film about-"

Hob interrupted her by shaking his head, "I'm sorry, Sarah, but I never watch historical movies."

Sarah looked at him curiously and asked, "Never? Why?"

Because all too often, it only gives a version of the history or that it is only an interpretation of the history, sometimes even a watered down vision, but never the truth. The real story, I lived it.

Of course, he couldn't tell Sarah that, so he opted for a half-truth, and replied with a small smile, "Because history is already a constant part of my life."

To illustrate his point, he gestured to the classroom and paused with a gasp when he saw the figure leaning against the doorframe.

Dream.

"Professor, are you okay?"

Hob pulled himself together and answered, "Yes, I'm fine, in fact I'm very fine."

He took his bag and continued, "Have a good weekend, Sarah, and see you on Monday." before moving towards Dream who slowly pushed himself out of the door when he saw Hob coming towards himself.

He had as usual that damned smile that put Hob on edge.

"Hey there."

"Good afternoon, Hob."

They began to walk naturally side by side, aware however of the students' scrutinizing looks and whispers.

"Wow who is that?"

"He's really gorgeous."

"Sorry, but they're both gorgeous together."

"You think so?"

"Absolutely, I have a sixth sense about that, and I bet you-"

"Shhh... they could hear us."

"Too late..." muttered Hob, chuckling softly.

Dream asked, looking concerned, "It's not going to prejudice you that I came to meet you?"

Hob shook his head, "No, I'm not breaking any of the rules of the establishment and as for people's opinions I don't care, I've seen first hand the worst moments in history regarding people's reaction to same sex relationships..."

Hob lifted his chin challengingly, "...I'm not ashamed of who I am."

Dream gave him a little nudge with his shoulder and retorted, "Oh, that I have witnessed over the centuries."

Hob raised an eyebrow and replied, " Right? I mean... of course I'm ashamed of the mistakes I've made, but never of myself. However, to change the topic, I'm surprised that you came to meet me."

Dream shrugged, "Let's just say I was curious to watch Professor Gadling in action."

"And?" 

Hob couldn't help but ask, as always very curious about Dream's opinion of him.

"And, though I had no reason to doubt it, you're a good teacher judging by the way the students in your class seemed to be interested."

Inadvertently or not, their hands brushed against each other as they walked and Hob resisted the urge to take Dream's hand in his. What they had shared last night was yesterday, in the night and the protected darkness of the pub, but today, they were in broad daylight and Hob did not want to assume.

He returned to Dream's words, "Why didn't you question whether I was a good teacher?" 

Dream smiled softly, "Because you taught me quite a bit."

"Me?" sneered Hob.

"Perfectly, like doing things that give me pleasure, things that make me happy." 

At that moment, Hob felt Dream's hand grasp his, intertwining their fingers as they continued to walk forward and then Dream resumed, "Just like at this moment."

Hob tightened his fingers around Dream's and, chuckling softly, he replied, "You should come with a warning, because I... I didn't expect you to be so... straightforward. That's new too."

Dream retorted, "Don't worry, I'll still be able to call you out if I feel it's necessary."

"I wouldn't have it any other way," Hob replied, squeezing Dream's hand in his.

"In the same way, I hope you'll never hesitate to be truthful with me, even if the truth may be hurtful."

Hob understood exactly what Dream was talking about, and turning his eyes to her face, he noticed Dream's jaw and expression hardened just at the thought of that day.

I think you're lonely.

Hob looked away and with his eyes on the pavement, whispered, "I'm s-"

Dream interrupted him, "Stop. Don't say anything. If there's an apology to be made, it would be mine to make, but that's a discussion for another place. I... I have no hard feelings towards you about this. Trust me."

Dream's tone had grown more urgent by the end of his sentence and Hob simply replied, " All right. I do believe you."

They weren't too far from Hob's apartment anymore and Hob was almost tempted to take detours, not wanting this moment to end. He couldn't even remember if he'd ever taken the time to walk around with a lover or if he'd even done it.

They were now in front of the door of his building and he reluctantly let go of Dream's hand to take his keys out of his bag.

He opened the door and said softly as he looked up at Dream, "Here we are, if you still want to come over, you're welcome to."

Dream smiled and simply replied, "More than ever. Thanks for letting me in." 

A few moments later they crossed the door of Hob's small apartment and he turned to Dream, a sheepish smile on his lips, "This is my humble abode, it's not the kind of palace you're used to, but it's my h-"

He didn't have time to finish his sentence when he found himself pinned against the wall, his head in the hands of Dream who pressed his lips against his. Hob was only conscious of the cold contact of the wall against his back because it contrasted with the contact of Dream's warm lips on his. Then he was very soon only aware of Dream and nothing else. Their tongues intertwined and Hob let out a moan as Dream deepened the kiss. He didn't know why Dream was kissing him like that all of a sudden, but he wasn't going to do anything to make it stop as Dream explored every inch of his mouth.  

Gradually, from heated and passionate, the kiss became soft and slow, until Dream nibbled Hob's lower lip before gently releasing it. He then bent his head until their foreheads rested against each other and Hob's hands were wrapped around his waist.

Dream then whispered against Hob's lips, "Stop apologizing, stop acting like you're worth less than me. This isn't about the Lord of Dreams and a human, this is just about you and me, Hob and Dream. Forget the last hurtful words I said to you that dreadful night."

Hob swallowed as he remembered Dream's cruel words.

You... dare suggest one such as I might need your companionship.

Dream put his hands on Hob's shoulders and, looking him in the eye, said in a firm voice without hesitation, "I was wrong. I need your companionship. I want to be in your presence. You were totally right, I was lonely, but I was too blinded to see it. Shortly before I found you, Death made me realize a lot of things about my function and put a lot of things in perspective. Not to mention that my time in the glass cage made me realize that I didn't want to be alone anymore."

"But that doesn't mean you have to be with me. " Hob replied softly. 

Dream placed his hand on his cheek and stroked Hob's lip with his thumb, "Of course it has to be you. You, who embraced my challenge on the first day, who, when he had lost everything, looked at me with a smile and said he still had so much to live for, who fought for me at the risk of getting hurt, who didn't hesitate to give me a piece of your mind, without fear, who waited for me over and over again not knowing if I would come back. Only you, Hob, make the loneliness go away."

Dream wiped a tear that had rolled from Hob's eyes with his thumb and wondered how many times the man had hidden his sadness behind his eternal cheerful behavior. He leaned in to kiss him again when suddenly he stopped and swore, "Damn, not now!"

Hob took Dream's hand that was still on his cheek and asked, "What? What's wrong?"

Dream replied with an annoyed tone, "I have to get back to the Dreaming for some urgent matter. I really have to go."

Hob nodded and said softly, "Go then."

Dream scrutinized him and then leaned in to press a light kiss to his lips. When he pulled back, he added softly, "Wait for me."

Hob gave him his usual smile and replied, "Always."

Dream shook his head, "You're making it awfully hard to leave, you know?"

Hob retorted cheekily, "Good, because it will make you want to come back."

As he disappeared, Dream stated with a smile on his lips, "Don't doubt it for a second."

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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[sunasrintarhoe]

For All the Nights I Lost to You p.t. 7

pairing: elliot x reader

warnings: talks about sex, infidelity, slut shaming

a/n: this is more of a filler chapter considering how short it is, but i wanted to get something out before school starts up again. i appreciate the support and love that you guys give this story, but please be mindful when you ask about updates. i am in my last year of college so i’m extra busy right now. i don’t mind kind questions about updates, but it makes me not want to update when people are rude. anyways i hope you enjoy this chapter!

word count: 1773 :((

Part 6 | Part 7

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“-and that is why he is one of the most prolific writers in history.” Everyone clapped for your classmate as she sat back down. Not you though.

You couldn’t stop thinking of Friday night.

The feeling of Elliot’s hands, rough and calloused from playing his guitar, gliding down your body. Goosebumps left in their wake. The taste of his lips against yours. The sound of his moans as he thrusted his hard, throbbing c-

“Y/N!” You flinched and focused your vision to see your teacher looking at you concerned. “Are you okay? I've been calling on you for the past three minutes.” You smiled sheepishly.

“I’m sorry… I’m just tired, I haven’t been sleeping well.” You weren’t lying. You hadn’t been sleeping well at home, but she didn’t need to know that your parents had been arguing in the kitchen every night for the past few days. The constant yelling and harsh words kept you up way past midnight.

Usually the arguments were about money. How your dad was spending too much money on you, how you needed a job because the amount of money you required was getting to be too much, how the grocery bill was too high because you ate too much. Then they’d move on to house work. How your dad never made you do chores, how your room was always dirty, how you refused to clean up after yourself. Then, if you were lucky, your mom would leave, slamming the door behind her as she paced off to her car.

But if not, they’d move onto the next topic… You.

She’d scream about how you were taking up too much space, but she’d also be upset about you never being home or talking to her. “She lives here for free and she’s ungrateful!” or “She’s probably fucking that boy or that girl or that dumb fucking-“ She’d call Jules a slur.

More than once you wanted to go down there and make her apologize. Especially when your dad would trudge back upstairs into his bedroom, only to sob as soon as the door closed. It hurt you to hear him cry. To know that this was only happening because you existed.

The bell rang, signaling the end of period. You got up with a soft sigh and made your way out of class. You could feel people staring as you walked to your locker. It made you uncomfortable because you had no idea why.

When you would ask Elliot, he would just shrug and say something flirty that would convince you to let him eat you out in the girls‘ bathroom.

You knew something was up, no one had ever paid attention to you, but now it was like you’re the center of attention.

Right before you made it to your locker and spotted Rue talking to Lexi. You needed answers and if Elliot wasn’t gonna tell you, she was going to. You grabbed her arm and pulled her towards an empty classroom. “Wha- Wait! Where are we going?”

“We need to talk.”

She didn’t question you further and let herself be pulled in to the room.

“What is going on?” You asked firmly. Rue tried to play stupid. “I don’t know what your talking about…” She said sheepishly, she knew you would believe her. You groaned, “Everyone is fucking staring at me for no reason and my own boyfriend won’t tell me why and I know he knows something.”

Rue sputtered, “Wait. Boyfriend? When did that happen?” You looked at her confused.

“I thought- hmm.” You frowned. He hadn’t asked you out or said anything about your relationship. “I thought it was implied when we had sex…” You said quietly. The more you thought about it, the worse it got.

“Y/N… Sex is sex. You even said so yourself, sex doesn’t equal love…” You froze, you did say that.

But you thought Elliot viewed you the same way you viewed him. You thought it meant something to him. “I… I did say that… Fuck… I’m so stupid…” You wanted to cry, but you just face palmed.

“You know what, that’s not what I wanted to talk about… Why is everyone staring at me? I know you know something.” You put your hand down. Rue froze this time.

“I… I can’t tell you…” She said slowly. “Elliot said that it would be better if we let it blow over before we tell you…”

“What?… Are you fucking serious?” You were confused. “People are staring at me like I’m some freak show and you don’t want to tell me why.”

Rue just sighed, “No one’s staring at you like that. It’s just drama. You wouldn’t even want to know about it.”

You groaned and turned around, “If you’re not gonna tell me, don’t talk to me at all.” You told her while walking to the door, you stopped right before touching the handle. “And tell Elliot that he can suck a fucking chode. I’m not letting him use me to get his rocks off anymore.”

You walked out the door, leaving Rue alone. “Fuck.”

-

“What?!” Elliot was- shocked? Angry? He didn’t really know. You thought he was using you? What the fuck?

“Yeah… She said, and I quote ‘tell Eliot that he can suck a fucking chode, I’m not letting him use me anymore.’ Which is honestly fucking ridiculous because wasn’t she doing the same thing to you?” Rue scoffed.

“Rue Rue, I’ve been initiating everything, She’s not using me…” Elliot face palmed and Rue looked at him wide eyed, mouth gaping. “Are you two are together? Like together together?”

Elliot furrowed his eyebrows, ”Yes…No… I don’t know. I honestly shouldn’t be all over her like I have been…” Rue wanted to scream. “Did you like ask her out?”

Elliot shook his head, “I thought it was implied… I didn’t think it was necessary. She never said anything, but now that I’m thinking about it she never said we were together either.” Rue groaned loudly, “It wasn’t! It’s never implied!”

Elliot groaned this time. “I guess… We’re not together. It was just sex…” He paused.

“I gotta talk to her.” “No, stop. She’s not ignoring you because of that… She wants to know why everyone is staring at her…” Rue grabbed his arm.

He sighed, “I can’t tell her yet. I have to fix it first.”

“You know Maddy will never believe you… She just sees you as that junkie that broke me and Jules up… You need to tell Y/N.”

“So this has to do with Maddy.”

Both Rue and Elliot jumped and turned around slowly. “How long have you been standing there?” Rue asked nervously and you gave her a fake smile. “Long enough. I was coming to apologize because I overreacted, but I heard you talking about me.”

“Fuck…” Elliot swore under his breath. “It’s nothing. Someone told Maddy that you and Nate were all over each other and theremayormaynotbeavideoofyouandNatealmostmakingoutgoingaroundtheschool…” Elliot blurted, he wasn’t intending to tell you, but looking at your upset face made him crack.

You gawked at him. You could feel tears well up in your eyes. “Is that why everyone keeps pointing at me and whispering? Because they think I was fucking Nate Jacobs?”

You hated the thought, Nate was a dick and quite frankly was sort of lacking in the department. Maybe you deserved it though. You were acting like a slut.

“This is just… great… I’m going to class…” You moved to walk away and Elliot reached out for you and you stopped. “Let’s walk together, I’m going that way anyways.”

You gave him a small smile. “Nah, I think it’s better if we stop walking together, don’t want people to get the wrong idea…” Elliot frowned, “What are you talking about?” You shrugged.

“We don’t want people to think we’re together right? I mean it was just sex.”

You didn’t wait for a response and walked away, leaving Elliot to watch you walk away.

“She heard me, didn’t she?” Rue stepped up beside him, ”She definitely heard you…”

“Fuck me.”

-

You were crying.

You didn’t know why you were crying. You said so yourself that sex can be meaningless, so why did it hurt so bad to hear him say that?

No matter how hard you tried, the tears wouldn’t stop. Your head was hurting, but your chest was hurting even worse.

You walked past your class and into the restroom to lock yourself in a stall.

Did it really not mean anything to him? Did he not want to be with you like you wanted to be with him?

You picked up your phone to call your dad.

The phone rang once before he picked up. “Hey sweetie, I’m just now headed into a meeting, what’s up?” Your dad answered cheerfully, but quickly switched his tone when he heard your shaky breaths and sniffling. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“I-I need you to come pick me up, dad, please…” You tried your best to keep yourself from crying. He sighed, “I can’t, I’m literally walking into a meeting, I’m so sorry, baby… Call your mom, I’m sure she’d be happy to do it.” This made you sob.

She hated you with a passion. She wouldn’t do it. “Dad, please, you know she hates me, she won’t do it.”

Your dad sighed again. “All you can do is try… If she doesn’t do it, I’ll go right after my meeting to pick you up, okay?” You shakily agreed and said your goodbyes before looking for your mom’s contact.

You felt almost scared to call her. What if she didn’t pick up? You had to try.

Pressing the call button and holding the phone to your ear felt like running a marathon.

The phone rang a couple of times before the call connected. You could hear heaving breathing on the other side. What the fuck?

You stayed quiet for a bit before hearing a loud moan and skin slapping. Holy shit, was she cheating on your dad?

You moved your phone from your ear and began screen recording the call. The noises were loud enough that you could still hear them even without the phone on speaker.

You felt like throwing up. In a way, your dad deserved it, he did the same to her… Your thoughts were cut off by another loud moan.

“Oh my god! You’re so big! Fuck, Nate!”

Your eyes widened. Nate? Nate Jacobs?

“Fuck, You’re so fucking tight.” He groaned. Yup that was definitely Nate Jacobs.

You hung up the phone and ended the recording. What the fuck were you gonna do?

[scarlet-leaves]

The story was concise, blunt, and the other's voice didn't reveal much of what he felt or thought. He struggled to believe it was true; it sounded more like one of the epics he read as a child. But he can't fathom a reason to make up such a story; he could only choose to believe him. From what he knew, the main origin of the downfall of the Raiden Gokaden schools was the senseless killing spree by the head of Hyakume Clan - it was a bitter story that neither his father nor his grandfather ever wanted to tell him in detail. He knew it spoke of resentment passed from generation to generation, a festering wound that caused, other than the fall of the Raiden Gokaden, a fracture between his grandfather and great-grandfather. It was ancient history. His grandfather himself had wished for him to see the world, and he had done just that.

He remained silent for a very long minute, narrowing his eyes to look at Akuji's above the flames, unable to meet his gaze. When he spoke, it was in a soft voice, the tone in which he might have recited a poem.

- If the name Kaedehara still retained some importance I imagine I would have to ask you for reparation with the sword. I don't exclude that until some time ago I might still have considered it a duty.

He weighed every word, without haste.

- I consider no longer being tied to my house, to Inazuma, as a blessing. I was born when our wealth was already running out, and I've never been interested in a luxurious life. The legacy of Isshin art was something of the past, and if it has been lost… it's no longer something that concerns me. For as long as I can remember, I have always wanted to live this life. To see the world, to learn about other people's lives. Drinking in all the beauty around me and making it mine. I can sit on the edge of a cliff, look out across the ocean, and say without lying that I'm home. I am richer than I ever could have been if our art had not been lost. I have learned from many different teachers and have never regretted it.

He pushed himself up onto his knees, opening his chest in a sigh.

- You can think I'm a fool. You certainly wouldn't be the first. After I blocked Musou no Hitotachi, the Tenryou Commission took up my case again and recognized that my clan had been wrongly blamed. I had the option to restore my family name and wealth, and I refused it. I've never regretted this either. I won't father any child, I'm fairly certain of this. Thus my life is mine only. I have no debt if not for the people who have helped me in my journey. My hearth is full. But for what it concerns your question…

He tried once again to look him in the eyes, although every time he did so his mind took him back to those fateful seconds in front of the Tenshukaku, terror gripping him through his core.

- I won't do anything at all. I can't do anything because… - he stopped, looking away. The realization seems to distraught him, if just a little, but after a moment he smiled broadly – because it's not my story. It's yours. And one that pained you, clearly. Maybe you really took it from me… now it's of little importance. I don't know what my ancestor did to deserve such immense anger, nor what mistake was made that led you to such extreme acts. And I don't think to understand fully what do you mean with "erase yourself from existence", but I'm happy you failed. I'm happy I was able to hear this story, and to hear it from you.

He stopped to add a piece of wood to the fire, which made a soft crackling noise.

- I really don't want to intrude further. If you want to tell me about it in detail, I'm more than happy to listen. I'm curious, and the topic naturally touch me a lot - but don't do it just because you think you owe it to me. I don't think that's true. And if when you heard my name you thought I might want revenge… Don't. I'm sorry for causing you such distress.

“Hmm. We are both at a disadvantage if I am being honest.”

Akuji brought his gaze to the samurai. He does not know the details of what has changed, just that it had changed, and the puppet does not possess a great deal of tact.

“I am directly responsible for the loss of the Isshin art, in addition to 3 other schools of the Raiden Gokaden. The reason you stand before me now, is that you are a descendant of someone I had once considered friend and family. My aim had been to destroy it and everyone, yet, that day I spared Yoshinori, who in turn stopped practicing due to my actions. A misguided and ill vendetta.”

“The reasons you don’t know this is caused by an attempt to remove myself from existence entirely… and instead all things still came to pass, lives were still lost. History warped to accommodate the very crimes I committed. Fate unchangeable, friends and family… still scattered to dust. It is a regret that I can never repair and only claim responsibility for. Now fate leads you to me. What will you do with it?”

The puppet let his eyes fall back to the fire, moving no further. It was simplistic and blunt, but this is all he can offer. Niwa, Tatarasuna details… details… they stung in his memory, digging in and clinging to him. Things that can never be righted, but they can be paid for… and he will drag that payment out of Dottore in blood.   

[flamingo-writes]

You’re All I see — e.m.

(Prequel to Fade To Back )

Eddie Munson x Wheeler!Reader (she/her pronouns)

Fade To Black: Part 1, Part 2

A/N: Even though I only wanted to write both parts of Fade To Black, I found myself developing this idea, thinking of how things were before and after the events of FTB, so I decided to write this prequel and might as well add an epilogue with a proper happy ending. Yes, this is a fix it fanfic ajsjdjdf I refuse to believe what happened to Eddie.

Title based on You’re My Best Friend by Queen

Summary: Eddie and you had quite a reputation as a couple in high school. A couple no one saw coming, and a couple everyone tried to break up. However, Eddie and you overcame the adversities, at least until time came for you to move out for college. And now, having returned to Hawkins for spring break, you come home to find your ex, Eddie Munson, is wanted for murder. Prequel to Fade To Black, this is just a more in depth explanation of the relationship between Eddie and the reader.

If you want to be tagged in the epilogue chapter, let me know

Warnings: cursing, mentions of bullying and jealousy, mentions of breakup, mentions of the reader being sexually active.

Genre: for the most part, fluff. Sprinkles of angst.

Word count: 3K (3K words worth of various small floofy interactions between the reader and Eddie)

It was no secret that Edward Munson did not particularly enjoy school. However there were a few classes he did enjoy. English, Math, even History. And weirdly enough, he also looked forward to Biology. And if he was being honest it wasn't even because of the class. It was because Mrs. Sanders thought it would be a good idea to have a partner with whom they'd be working with the rest of the school year. He thought of how lucky he was to have been paired up with you.

Having attended the same middle school as you, he already knew a little bit about you. You were the goodie two shoes, straight A's students, teacher's pet and over all nice and polite. Eddie saw this as his chance to an easy A with you as his partner. And on top of it he did find you cute, much like everyone else did back in middle school. However, he didn’t let himself fall flat on his face head over heels for you within your first class together. He eventually did, like every boy in middle school, but it took him longer. And unlike any other boy in middle school—and in high school— you had laid eyes on him.

"Eddie, right?" You said on your first day of school. It was Wednesday, barely 12:15.

"You know who I am?” Eddie frowned slightly confused, not expecting for someone as popular as you to recognize someone like him.

"Of course I know who you are, we went to the same middle school. Besides, the talent show…you played with your band, didn't you? Corroded coffin" You said sitting next to him. "Cool name, and you did a pretty cool job…all of you, I mean”

"Thanks?" Eddie said smirking, still confused but deeply flattered, as he ran a hand through his buzzed hair.

"That Iron Maiden cover you played in the talent show was great" You mumbled a little too fast. "I like Iron Maiden…I don’t look like it, I know…but I do. I think they’re great—" Eddie chuckled uncomfortably, hearing you word vomit nervously.

"Wheeler, no offense, but, do you ever just…shut up?" He asked, cutting you off softly as you stopped and looked at him, with wide eyes, "Listen, is not that I don’t care. I actually think it’s awesome that you like Iron Maiden…but you’re acting a bit weird…”

"I'm sorry," You muttered. "I’m actually…anxious" Eddie raised an eyebrow.

“And what could possibly have you, Ms. Popularity Wheeler nervous?" He smirked, but soon his smile faded away when he saw your eyes get wider and more concerned.

"You're going to think its dumb..." You sighed looking away and shaking your head defeated.

"Well, it can’t be dumber than my dad...so, try me" He said resting his elbows on your shared desk and looking at you with wide curious eyes.

"I was asked by the popular guys from other years to sit with them at lunch…" You whispered, almost as if you were scared to be heard.

"So?” Eddie shrugged.

"So?" You gasped "Thats intimidating!"

"Wheeler, if I were them, Id be the one intimidated..." Eddie reassured you, his voice softening as he leaned over the desk, trying to get to meet your stare.

"Oh shut up" You replied shyly.

"Hey, I mean it" He chirped, his smile only growing wider "You're the sweet girl, you get along with everyone. The popular kids, the jocks, the nerds, the freaks, even the teachers who seem to hate kids. You're basically a walking sunshine," His eyes looked at you with a glimmer of sincerity, making something in your heart feel tight and cheeks grow warm.

"You think so?" You pouted.

"I know so," He affirmed. "And let me tell you, I’m not precisely knowledgeable in many things. But trust me on this, nerd" He muttered, the nickname slipping affectionately from his lips.

"Thank you Eddie" 

—

You became part of the popular squad but that didn't stop you from becoming friends with other people. Just like Eddie had said, the popular guys got you to join their little squad, but knew you didn't exclusively hang out with them alone. Sometimes you'd hang out with other people, specially people who you happened to be with before lunch break, continuing a conversation more often than not.

Fridays slowly became Eddie’s favorite day of the week. Because he had Biology right before lunch break, and over the course of the school year, he found you terribly endearing. In middle school, he'd heard you were sweet and easy to talk to, but he'd never really had the experience first hand. Not until he was paired with you for Biology. And every Friday, after biology, the two of you would spend the entirety of the lunch break sitting underneath a tree just talking and being silly with each other.

Eddie began to understand why people found you so charming. And why every guy you talked to seemed to have a crush on you. Soon, Eddie found himself growing feelings as well. Specially after he noticed how every Friday you'd spend the break with him, while every single day you'd hang out with someone randomly. He was the only constant and expected thing. Your friends even called them your Freaky Fridays since you insisted on hanging out with Eddie Munson, the freak.

He found himself becoming slightly possessive of you. Given than you were among the popular kids, and yet you hung out with him regularly. It somehow made him unpopular by association. Everyone talked about Eddie and how he hung out with you. Spreading horrible rumors about it, but never really saying anything bad about you. They said he used you for popularity and to be untouchable by bullies, that he had done some freaky mojo to make you fall in love with him. But truth was, you never listened to them, and Eddie found them amusing. Ironically, and what pissed you off the most, was how somehow your reputation was intact. No one said anything bad about you hanging out with him, but everyone criticized him for hanging out with you.

"Have you've heard the news?" Eddie said one Thursday morning, walking behind you and whispering into your ear softly.

You looked over your shoulder as you pulled out the books from your locker.

"Good morning to you too, Eddie" You giggled as he shot you a cheeky smile. "What news?"

"Now people say I'm seducing you to join our satanic cult" He stated proudly.

"By our you mean...Hellfire?" You wondered.

"Yes ma'am"

"Oh come on, D&D is not satanic...and why are people saying this?" You chuckled bitterly, yet again annoyed by people’s ridiculous assumptions.

"Someone saw you playing with us the other day" He said calmly and watched you roll your eyes.

"Jesus, people need to learn to lay back and stop sticking their noses in other people's businesses..." You said shutting your locker closed.

"That's what I like about you, Wheeler" He said wrapping an arm around your shoulders and leaning closer to you. "You're so laid back and don't give a shit about anything, sweetie"

Nothing had ever made your heart skip a beat and eyes widen like that just now. That little pet name quickly rising and clinging to your cheeks as you stared at him.

"Did you just call me sweetie?"

Eddie stiffened and took a step back.

"Too far?" He sounded slightly concerned.

"N-no. Not really, it took me by surprise, thats all" You muttered, feeling your cheeks warming up.

"So, is it cool if I call you sweetie?"

"Yeah, sure, why not?" You muttered shyly, Eddie smirking at your flustered state, making his gut twist excitedly. He'd gotten to make your eyes open up in surprise and shy.

"Well, sweetie. Let's go, then" He said confidently as he picked up your backpack from the floor an swung it over his shoulder.

"Where?" You chuckled, raising an eyebrow at Eddie.

"You have geography, don't you? With Mr Owens..."

"You remember?"

"Yeah?" Eddie mused looking at you.

"You've got a good memory, Ed!"

"Do I?" He asked looking at you, raising an eyebrow, the little excited smirk you had made his heart flip. "What?"

—

The news spread in the school faster than wild fire. It was during the winter prom, the two were hanging out by yourselves, laughing and joking, when one thing left to the other and you kissed Eddie. You had kissed him. At the tender age of fourteen, you had given your first kiss. And not only yours. Eddie had his first kiss as well.

The cold winter seemed to fade away, as the both of you burned with the tender, innocent warmth of two teenagers, experimenting love for the first time. It was awkward, but soon, you figured it out together, how each other's lips moved, how you moaned into each other's mouths shyly.

And since, the both of you became not only close, you two became inseparable. The week before the prom was the last time Eddie buzzed his hair. And kept growing out his hair, constantly using it as a marker of how long you’d been together. At least until it reached shoulder length and he decided he did not want to look like Rapunzel, hinting that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

And as time passed, people every now and then caught an odd interest in your relationship. Guys trying to seduce you into leaving Eddie to be with them. And girls making up rumors to make you dump Eddie. But the school was genuinely surprised time and time again about how good you both were together. You were best friends, and were completely honest with each other, breaking you two up soon seemed like something impossible. And despite everyone’s prejudice to Eddie, people admired how strong your bond was and how much you loved each other.

Moving away for college sure complicated things.

You’d grown used to see Eddie every day, talk to him every day, kiss him every day, hold him, and fall in love with him all over again on a daily basis. And having to leave all of that behind was rough. It made you feel something you swore was Abstinence Syndrome. Boy, was it rough. Between your classes consuming your free time, and missing Eddie, the first weeks were rough. But as time went by, they only seemed to get rougher.

Whenever you went back to Hawkins to visit your family and boyfriend, you’d hear silly stories from your friends and whatnot. Silly stories of drunken adventures and high trips, parties, things you’d love to go to when you were back in high school.

A new fear started to cling to the back of your neck, weighting on your shoulders. How many things was Eddie missing out of for staying a loyal boyfriend to you? You heard the stories of your friends hooking up with the most random people, trying random stuff, meeting new people. And this same fear constantly whispered into your ears that perhaps you should break up with Eddie, to let him enjoy his youth, as opposed to staying loyal and devoted to a girl he saw once a month, perhaps sometimes two.

Eddie said he didn’t care. But he did. You said you could deal with the distance. But you couldn’t. He knew you didn’t want to break up, and neither did he. And it was a common agreement the both of you got to one night. That night, he saw you cry because him for the first time. And he cried too. He was convinced that he didn’t want to spend his life with no one else but you. He didn’t want to kiss anybody’s lips but yours. The two of you kissed like never before, a deadly kiss that broke each of your hearts. But before the sun rose the next day, you’d promised each other you’d try again in the future.

You still would see Eddie every time you went to Hawkins, and you would eventually end up tangled in his bed sheets with your clothes decorating his floor. It was almost as if you hadn’t broken up at all. However, knowing Eddie was single and free to do as he wanted made you feel more at ease, despite the fact that Eddie never really get involved with anyone. Sure, he’d flirt with people every now and then, but only for the thrill of flirting. As soon as he sensed things might escalate, he’d stop and draw his line. He never kissed anyone else, and simply because he didn’t want to.

—

Amidst the rough times, Eddie The Banished was slowly making his way to the woods, looking for a hiding spot, feeling like he was running out of options with every passing hour, and that eventually his name was going to make it to the news.

"Dustin, for fucks sake" He spoke into the walkie-talkie.

Feeling sick and tired of his current situation, it was hard for him to focus on the bright side. After what happened last night, he knew he was going to be chased by the entire town with torches and knives. His empty stomach somehow threatened him to make him puke anytime now as the anxiety clung to his throat and the stress had kept him awake all night.

"Eddie!" Dustin replied alarmed. "Eddie we’ve—"

"Wait, Eddie Munson?"

Eddie stopped dead on his tracks, feeling his heart about to jump out of his chest when he heard your voice, followed by Dustin cursing. The world seemed to spin faster for a second, as he felt his throat close and he’s eyes get teary. God, he was in such desperate need of comfort. But your comfort in particular, he craved the most.

"Eddie? Is that you?" You asked, your voice concerned.

The echo of his name made his sound return to his body as he felt slightly relieved just by hearing your voice.

"Oh, shit, baby? Fuck, princess is that you?" He felt like he could catch his breath for the first time in the last two days.

"Eddie, what’s going on? Where are you? Are you okay, baby?"

"N-no. I’m most certainly not okay, love…" He sighed, his hand gripping tightly on the walkie-talkie.

"E-Eddie? Explain, a-are you hurt?" You asked panicked, making him push his lips together.

"No, not hurt…not yet at least" he chuckled bitterly. "Just barely holding up, you know?"

“Where are you?"

"I’m…" He stopped as he thought perhaps Dustin was listening. "Skull rock…" He muttered, thinking of how this spot was your runaway spot, and how many things happened in this same spot between the two of you. A place he liked to remember as the place where you two almost lost your virginities of it wasn’t for the forest ranger that appeared out of nowhere.

"I’ll be there in a bit. Just wait for me, Ed"

"I’ve been this entire time, love" He sighed breathlessly.

Dustin as well as the others heard the conversation and soon interrogated you about it. Specially because of the amount of pet names, sure, pet names were normal coming from Eddie. But you calling him baby was something odd. Also Eddie’s last line before you returned the walkie-talkie to Dustin.

"You know Eddie?” Dustin asked confused and intrigued.

"Yeah, we were in the same year all of high school, except…well, Ed didn’t get to graduate…" you over simplified.

Nancy looked at you, knowing you’d deliberately given just the bare minimum, and wondered how much exactly did that pain you to do. Keeping your relationship with Eddie a secret from your parents meant keeping it a secret from Mike and his friends. Specially because back when you were in high school, they were still far too young to be trusted with a secret like that. The last thing you wanted was your parents complaining for dating a freaky guy who lives in a trailer and his dad was a criminal. And also, breaking the news right now that Eddie and you not only were dating back in high school, but you considered him to be the love of your life, was going to cause some unnecessary interview on the matter when the clock was ticking and time was running out. It was best for them to put the pieces together.

When you saw Eddie, you sprinted towards, and so did he, crashing against each other, he quickly latched on to you as if he was scared that someone might rip you away from him.

‘So much for "we were in the same year"’ thought Dustin, as he paid close attention to how Eddie nuzzled his face against your neck, and his arms possessively wrapped around you. And you, running your hand through his hair and the other caressing his back. It was a hug that looked too intimate to be looking at it. Dustin turned surprised to Steve, who didn’t seem to be as surprised. Sure, Steve was a junior when you were a senior, Eddie and you were already a famous couple in school when he got into freshman year.

"Fuck, princess, I'm so fucking happy to see you. I’ve had the shittiest two says ever,” He murmured against your ear as you felt a lump on your throat grow.

"It’s okay, baby. I’m here. I’ve got you, everything will be fine, yeah?" You replied, breaking the hug as he nodded and you cupped your face in his hands.

"Yeah, I don’t know but, you immediately make everything bearable" He whispered looking at you and leaning forward, pressing his forehead to yours. "So, uh…how’s college?" He chuckled bitterly at his poor attempt to change the topic.

"Same old. Busy…tiresome…slowly driving me insane" You joked softly.

"Okay, lovebirds, that’s enough" Steve said catching everyone’s attention as you let go of Eddie and the both of you turned to meet him. "What are we going to do?"

[kywaslost]

Idk but maybe a scenario where Aizawa comforts a reader after a bad test? I did so bad in my finals (I studied but just blanked out in the paper). Could be platonic or romantic. Up to you.

A/N: Hello! I’m sorry to hear about your exams, I actually fell ill because I overworked myself to prepare. I took all of mine barely making it through the day, literally. I did poorly on mine as well. I hope this helps, if only a little.

You were one of Aizawa’s hardest working students, and he knew that. You weren’t like Iida, overbearing and chaotic, but much the opposite. You were calm and quiet, still asking questions but not as overbearing as Iida. You’d come in early in the morning to study or finish up assignments and stay after school to ask for help and work a few practice problems with your teachers. Aizawa saw how hard you worked, so when he looked over the grades for each of your finals, he was stunned.

English - D+

History - C-

Math - F

Foreign Language - D-

Fine Arts - C

Science - B-

Quirk Training - C+

PE - A

It wasn’t like you to do so poorly on your exams. He frowned, shuffling the papers back into the pile of finals results next to him. He stuffed them into his bag before heading back to the dorms. Surely you’d be upset, since results were released this morning.

When he arrived at the dorms, you were nowhere to be found. He asked around, and everyone had said that they had not seen you since school had let out. Many voiced their concerns for you, describing how upset and distraught you seemed to be. Aizawa thanked his students before taking the elevator up to your floor. He approached your door and knocked softly.

“Y/N,” he called. “Are you in there? Some of the other students were worried and asked me to check up on you.” There was no response. His brows furrowed in concern for your well-being. “Y/N, I am coming in alright?” He slowly opened the door, seeing your room empty. Sighing, he closed the door again. Aizawa headed to his room to drop off his belongings before searching for you.

His next option was up on the roof. There have been several times he’s caught you sitting on the edge, enjoying the view of the sunset. Sometimes he’d catch you doing homework or drawing, simply taking in the calmness in the air around you. The man took the stairs from the top floor to the roof. Sure enough, when he opened the door you were there to greet him.

Your back was turned to him, looking out over UA’s campus. The breeze moved your hair in messy movements, covering your face.

“Y/N?” he said softly. You jumped, turning to face him.

“O-Oh, hello there Mr. Aizawa,” you said quickly, wiping at your face.

“Are you crying?” he asked gently, sitting down beside you.

You attempted to hide your face away from your teacher, but gave up. He had caught you in the act. “Maybe, yeah.” A warm hand made its presence known on your back.

“Is it about your final grades?”

You nodded, sniffling. “I tried so hard, I swear.” You started to tear up again. “I promise, Mr. Aizawa. I studied my butt off for weeks. But when I went into my tests, I just, I don’t know, blanked.” Aizawa rubbed you back gently with one hand.

“I know you did, kiddo. I saw you. You worked harder than anyone I know. Even harder than Iida,” he confessed. “I hate to say it, but it isn’t the end of the world. All of your teachers know how good of a student you are, how hard you work to stay on top of things. It is just a grade. A letter. It means nothing.”

“Bull,” you muttered. “I know you are trying to make me feel better, but these grades mean everything. If I don’t do well, I don’t have a future career. I’ve failed. I don’t belong here.”

Aizawa immediately gripped your shoulder, turning you to face him. “Don’t say that,” he said sternly. “Never say that. There is always next semester. You are going to be an excellent hero.” He wiped your tears with his sleeve. “Trust me, I know a hero when I see one.” The two of you sat in silence for a moment. “You’re spent. You’ve been overworking yourself for weeks, and it isn’t healthy. That is why you didn’t do as well as you thought you did on your exams.” He looked you in the eyes. “Take my advice: don’t overdo it next time.”

You hugged your teacher, grateful for his comforting words. “Thank you Mr. Aizawa. It means a lot.”