#alfie wickers

[readers-den]

Does anybody still know the show ‘Bad Education’? It’s on netflix, and it’s from 2014, y’know, the Alfie Wickers guy. I’ve recently gotten into it and turns out there almost NO fandom, so i’m struggling to find things that are related!!

[courseyoulovemeyoudontknowme]

High Fidelity (2000, Stephen Frears)

15/12/2024

[bordysbae]

hi could you do 38. “have you seen my hoodie?" with Turcotte?

“lovebirds”

alex turcotte x f!reader

visiting alex’s parents was easily one of your favorite things to do. no matter if it was during the winter or during the summer, it was always perfect. whether it be the millions upon millions of alex’s baby photos, his mother teaching you recipes that alex loves, or more importantly, the late night convos out on the back deck. it was habitual at this point. any night spent at his parent’s house is always spent out on the deck talking about anything for hours on end.

“you guys want to go outside after dinner?” his mother asks. you all hum and nod in agreement, and she takes those answers with a smile on her face. she begins clearing the table when alfie, alex’s father, chimes in, “let me and alex do the dishes. you ladies go get the deck ready, grab blankets and get changed into comfy clothes,” he states.

“alright, are you sure? i can always help with dishes, i don’t mind at all!” you exclaim but he just nods his head. you head to alex’s childhood bedroom and begin to change into a pair of his sweats and grab one of his old usa hoodies. you and his mom get the outside deck tidied up and grab blankets for everyone, meanwhile starting the fire pit as well.

“mom, have you seen my usa hoodie? i’ve been looking for like five minu- oh,” alex says as he stands in the doorway between inside and outside. you guiltily smile at him, knowing he was planning on wearing this hoodie. he just smiles and playfully rolls his eyes before going back inside. eventually the boys come back outside and everyone gets settled, you and alex sharing the wicker love seat.

as you stretch your legs across his lap, he whispers in your ear, “you stole my hoodie ma���am,” his light chuckle sending chills down your body. you shoot alex a smile, before retorting his statement for fun.

“yeah well, this was the comfiest one i could find,” you shrug, making alex jokingly scoff.

“you have your own, y’know,” he shrugs, and you just hit his arm. as you two bicker, neither of you notice his parents watching the both of you look at each other with pure love.

“oh alfie, i hope he proposes to her. they’re perfect for each other, they literally have hearts in their eyes! i’ve never seen alex happier,” his mother quietly adores to her husband.

“i think he’s happier with her than he was on the day of his draft,” alfie chuckles quietly, both parents still watching you lovebirds, meanwhile you two so absorbed in each other you guys have no clue.

[padfootdaredmetoo]

i’m begging you to pls write a second part of your teddy bear imagine (alfie & daughter) i loved everything about it esp the way you portrayed alfie 🤍

Hey Anon,

Thanks for waiting forever! I hope you enjoy this!!!

Warnings: Peaky-related themes /some darker stuff as Alfie worries about the kid and how clingy she is / lots of dad comfort/ nightmares / pregnancy

Part One

You looked up at the ceiling, the waxy moonlight creating towering shadows around the room. You’d had a nightmare. Faceless man chasing you, his elongated fingers wanting to rip into your flesh. Your heart was racing, you felt like the man could be anywhere. 

You looked out of the makeshift bed Alfie had made you. It was very comfortable, a large wicker tote filled with cushions. He said that way he’d not accidentally crush you in his sleep. You peeked over the edge and looked at his large figure sprawled out, snoring loudly. You attempted to quietly crawl out of the basket, seeking his warmth. Hoping that he wouldn't wake up and tell you off. 

He never minded when you woke him up in the night, something you were getting used to. You moved on top of him. Placing your head on his chest listening to his snores become even louder. He woke up and his hands cradled you. 

“There are no faceless men ‘ere” He mumbled, his voice heavy with sleep. He patted your back in an attempt to comfort you. “Now crawl back into your basket.” 

You nuzzled your face against his chest in protest. 

“Come on, love. You know that nothing will hurt you in this house.” His hand rubbed your back and you felt your anxieties flutter away with the warmth of his touch. “Look at Cyril there by the door, he’d be losin’ his mind if he thought there was someone else in the room” 

All of this was true, but your mind was hazy. He had a way of putting you at ease making you feel safe. His rough hand kept running up and down your spine. 

“Go on little one.” 

“Just a little longer?” You mumbled into his shirt. He let out a deep sigh. You tensed up at his disapproval, ready to go back to your basket. Rejection felt like cold water, you didn't know why something could feel so safe, and yet bother him so much. After you had settled into the space, he’d been increasing the distance between the two of you. You knew it was probably because he was a busy man and you’d not been a part of his plan. It was a lot to ask and you were being very rude. You would wait for him to stop rubbing your back before climbing into your basket. 

_______________________________________________________________ Alfie POV

There must be something wrong with her. Dark thoughts swirled in his mind of what would bring her to be this hungry for affection. She was desperate to be touched by him at all times. Only by him, everyone else caused her a great deal of fright. 

He knew that keeping space between them was respectable. He certainly never wanted to hug his father, let alone be held by him.

Did someone do something horrible to her, make her feel as if she had to win his protection? Looking down into her big eyes, there was a soft sense of adoration in her. 

He didn’t want her to put him on a pedestal. He was just doing his best not to mess her up, surely the bare minimum all things considered. 

But maybe little girls were different, or perhaps this was trauma. 

“You can stay for a bit,” He said watching her face relax. Her breathing evened out and her fists loosened their hold on his shirt. 

He thought about the way her face would fall when he would push her away. Putting her in the basket, or during the day. It suddenly dawned on him that maybe she had no way of knowing what was wrong with this situation. As an adult, he’d made many men suffer for their wrongful actions. Maybe she’d not experienced those evils. 

“Why do you like being held so much eh?” He whispered softly.

“Feels nice.” She murmured words slightly slurred with exhaustion. “M’ always alone. People were mean but you're not mean. You just feel nice.” She said after a few moments.

Her world was separated into mean people and nice people. What about the very fast in-between that held all people? He looked down at her little face and before arguing or explaining he realized yet again that he was dealing with a two and half year old. The fact that she could tell the difference between nice and mean was already a big step when he considered what most other toddlers were like. 

And he was nice. Nicer than his father had been to him, although she rarely ever gave him a reason to discipline her. He always made she was dressed well and her belly was full. She was respected and she behaved so well that people at temple were happy to see her when he brought her along.

Her sense of affection was just being held tightly. 

She had no memories of her parents, her whole life was spent on her own. She remembered one Nun very fondly but when Alfie looked the woman up he found out that she had passed. 

He held her the rest of the night, soothing her when she would whimper the sound causing his heart to break. 

When she woke up she looked around, he caught her pretending to go back to sleep in hopes that they could stay like this for longer. He decided not to do anything until her stomach let out an impressive growl making Cyril raise his head off the floor in confusion. 

“Sounds like it’s time for breakfast, love” He watched her let out a little yawn. 

“Okay.” She said easily. He decided to just keep her there on his hip while he cooked breakfast and enjoyed all the questions she asked about his cooking. 

After that he just let her hold on to him whenever she wanted. To his surprise, he noticed that eventually, and very slowly she would be okay walking next to him or running up to things and people she knew. She was still very clingy but he could see that she was starting to trust that even if she didn't have a death grip on his shirt he wasn’t going to leave her. 

He stopped worrying about it once seeing her interact with Sarah. Just the same, she wanted to be held. If anything he felt a pang of jealousy assuming he’d been replaced. Only to see her be happiest when Sarah would read to her on the couch squished between the two adults.  

It shouldn't be right. He didn't come about it the right way. But these moments gave off the unmistakable feeling of home and family. Sarah would look over her head to give him a look. As if -She was waiting for him. 

That night when you’d come flying into the room he’d not liked it one bit. The room was a mess, completely obvious to any person with two eyes what they had been doing. They had both put on bed clothes after in case they needed to get up at some point, the only reason he considered letting you stay in the room at all. But Sarah was drowning in the giant cotton shirt he had lent her and the whole thing was not appropriate in the slightest. Anxiety built in his chest and he looked at you.  

He waited for you to get upset. Sarah was in your spot, his arm still tucked under her head. Instead, you settled against the woman's chest. Her fingers holding your head as if such a position was the most normal thing in the world. Alfie had only seen art depicting such unconditional love between mothers and their children. 

They looked like a painting. 

He held the both of them closely, feeling his heart grow bigger trying to accept his new family. He proposed the next day, mentally angry with himself for wasting time. Potentially confusing the both of you, making everyone stressed about the uncertainty of his family (he was the only one stressed) A wrong he would make sure to right. 

After Sarah and he had settled into a proper house. Both of them watched you become more outgoing. Embracing the ins and outs of childhood more recklessly than before. Soon you were old enough for school. He’d struggled with the concept all summer Sarah’s knowing eyes followed him closely. You would have to be alone, in the hands of other adults, and the concept was eating him alive. He should be within his rights to send you with Cyril. 

The time came and you left the house in your little uniform. Making Sarah promise to wait in the parking lot in case you didn't like it. But you did. 

While you were coming home with scraped knees that sent his blood pressure through the roof, yammering on about friend drama and lessons at school, the unthinkable happened. 

Well, not unthinkable, but it still caught him off guard. 

Sarah had come back later than usual, and gone right into the shower once home. Normally she would bother him in his study when she got home. After a while, he heard her move into their shared bedroom. Curled into a tight ball on her side he wondered if she was ill. Wordlessly he got in next to her and pulled her against his body. 

He wanted to ask but somehow the silence felt necessary. They had been married for almost two years and she was always talking about something.

“Alfie.” She said in a soft voice. It was almost a defeated, a sound that made him feel like the earth was going to swallow both of them whole. 

“Wot.” He answered already angry and whatever she was going to tell him. Getting ready to fling into action to fix whatever was weighing on her. 

“I’m Pregnant.” She whispered and his heart stopped. He felt his heart race and his stomach twist at all the possibilities. 

He tried to do what she always told him to do in these situations. He started to take deep breaths. Thoughts of all the things that could go wrong, all the things that were out of his control eating at his soul. 

“Fucking hell - Two of them.” His vision was hazy. On one hand, he had never felt so happy, then on the other, there was crippling anxiety over the lack of control and fear of failure. He kept trying to breathe his way through. 

She’d been told she wouldn’t be able to have kids, something that hadn't bothered him. Sometimes God has other plans. 

She turned around in his arms to face him, His eyes landed on her face registering how much pain she was in. Hands clutched around her middle, tears in her eyes. Her skin was so pale. 

“Fuck - are you sick? Do you need a pale?” He shot out of bed realizing he was being an idiot. Obviously, she needed things. “I'll get you a cloth, and some ice chips. A blanket.” He was rushing around and still, she looked so gutted. 

After a bucket was placed at the bed and two glasses of water were on the bedside (one with ice and one room temperature, because what did babies prefer? He assumed it would be hot in there but still he wouldn't want cold water poured over him)

“Alfie I’m not sick” She kept saying, but still a cloth on her head should still make things better. 

“Alfie stop.” He froze and looked down at his wife, her eyes started to tear up. “What are we going to do?” 

“Now, Well. I erm - I figured you’d do the growing and I’d just help out around here type of thing. No real way to split it 50/50 when you think about it.” 

“I'm being serious. You just about had a heart attack - I know this isn't what you wanted.” she was angry and him, that was very clear to him, but he had no idea why? Pregnant women were known to be angry though, weren't they?

“I most certainly did not almost have a heart attack.” He said stubbornly hoping that showing strength would make you feel more calm. It didn’t, her eyes flashed and suddenly he wished that there was a handbook for such situations. 

“Alfie seriously, you didn't -” 

“Plan for it - meaning I was caught off guard for a very small moment.” He interrupted. “But I’m very prepared - know exactly what to do” He gestured at all the water and cloths. “Nothing to worry about. I can provide you the things you need, alright.” He said firmly. 

“Out of duty or love?” Your eyes narrowed.

“What kind of question is that?” How could she ask such a stupid question? His voice raised at her accusation which he realised was a mistake. 

“I can tell you're angry!” She said with tears spilling over onto her cheeks. 

“I am not angry.” He thought about arguing or just admitting the obvious. Seeing her this upset made him realize it was better to be honest and vulnerable. “I was for a moment, potentially, slightly scared.” He cleared his throat. “However I know exactly what to do, so I’m fine now.” 

She started laughing softly and he felt like he could breathe again. 

“What are you afraid of?” 

“You getting hurt mostly. - Knowing what to do. When she showed up it was already a mystery how to protect something so small. When it comes out it's going to be even smaller. At least she could walk and talk.” 

“I think we will manage,” She said after a long moment. 

“I know we will,” Alfie said with a smile that made your spirits lift. 

_________________________

Alfie was worried about how you would feel about the situation. Would you think that the time required to care for a small baby meant that they loved you less? What if you got the wrong idea, and felt replaced? 

Thoughts of you growing up with an attitude problem then running away and living on the streets again made him want to throw up. 

You were smart though. He would just explain it to you and make sure to spend extra time doing things you liked. 

You cried when Sarah told you and he acted without thinking snatching you up into his arms.

“Still your house. Still your family.” He rubbed your back trying to calm you down. “If you even think about running away I swear-” 

“I finally get to be a big sister.” She wiped her nose on his shirt and reached out for Sarah. “ I asked God so many times - I didn't think he could hear me.” You curled against Sarah while still using one hand to hold onto his shirt tightly. He moved closer holding both of them. 

______________

In nine months' time, the mystery was officially solved. People, especially children like to be held. He watched as both his daughters grow, much too fast. You were always holding the little one. Then you were trying to make her crawl, then walk, teaching her bad words and laughing. 

Adi and you formed your own alliance, thankfully both of you were happy enough so you rarely ever argued with him and Sarah. He was happy knowing that long after He and Sarah were gone, you would have each other to lean on. 

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I know this was a bit different than the head cannons but hopefully you enjoyed it!

[scorpiussage]

Alfie Solomons x Reader

“having a romantic picnic” prompt

Summary: Alfie plans a romantic picnic and things don’t exactly go to plan. 

Warnings: none, just swearing and fluff 

Alfie has it all planned out. He’s got blankets, champagne, fuckin’ flowers. This year, this year he’s gonna woo you like you’ve never been wooed before.

“Alright, love, you ready?” He calls up the stairs. 

“Coming!” You call back as you race to finish buttoning your dress. You manage to get all of them done up except one in the middle that pops off as soon as it’s fastened. That probably should have been yours and Alfie’s first warning that the night would not go as planned. 

Quickly sewing the button back on, you finally make it downstairs where your husband is waiting for you actually dressed up for once. He’s even wearing his waistcoat properly and has tucked his shirt in. Still no tie, but beggars can’t be choosers you suppose. 

“You look fuckin’ stunning,” he tells you with a wolfish grin, leaning down to plant several passionate kisses on your lips. 

Before he can go much further, you ask slyly, “What’s all this dressing up for, anyways? Where are you taking me, Solomons?”

“Now that, that is a good question, it is. One you will have to wait to have answered,” he replies while ushering you out of the house towards the car. 

As he guides you into the front passenger seat, you send him a raised brow, “No Ishmael?”

Alfie scoffs and slams the door before making his way around the car to the drivers seat, “Don’t need fuckin’ Ishmael to take my girl out.” Then he looks a bit sheepish and admits, “‘Sides, he said he’s got something planned with his old lady.” 

You let out a laugh and lean into his side as he begins the journey. 

About an hour in you have to admit to yourself that you have no idea where this man is taking you. You’ve long left the city behind and all that you can see around you is the vibrant green of the countryside. You can also see some dark, ominous clouds in the distance. 

“Please tell me you actually know where you’re taking me.” 

He reaches over and rests a warm hand on your thigh, his fingers trying to subtly inch their way under the hem of your dress. 

“Not much further, love, hold your fuckin’ horses.” 

True to his word, it’s only about 20 minutes more of driving before he pulls over next to a crop of trees. 

“Alright, I need you to wait here and keep your eyes closed, yeah?” He tells you before hopping out of the car and making his way around to the boot. You do as he says with a cheeky grin, putting your hands over your eyes. 

Alfie makes quick work of finding a nice little spot under a big tree and getting things ready. Once everything is situated, he comes back for you and carefully guides you to the picnic blanket. 

“Okay, open ‘em up.” 

You uncover your eyes and let out a happy sigh at the sight of an artfully placed blanket with a wicker basket and flutes of champagne. 

“Oh, Alfie,” he’s really outdone himself this time, he’s made it all look so romantic.

He’s got a pleased grin on his face as he helps you settle down on the blanket and he takes the spot across from you. 

You and Alfie spend hours there, just laughing and snacking and finishing off the champagne together. 

It’s when you’re cuddled up on the blanket that it all goes to hell. 

Like something out of a moving picture, there’s a flash of lightening and then an instant downpour that drenches you both. Alfie lets out a curse and scrambles up while you squeal and try to cover yourself from the sudden onslaught. 

You both start gathering everything up but half way through give up and race back to the car, abandoning the picnic. 

You both sit in the car in stunned silence for a moment before you burst out into laughter. Alfie stares at you incredulously before joining you, his guffaws drowning out the sound of the raging storm outside. 

“Alfie, this was so amazing,” You tell him truthfully, catching his gaze, “I love you so much.” 

His grin is a handsome one and he immediately leans over and captures your mouth in a fiery kiss. 

“‘Love ya’ too.” 

[monicatstf]

I wanna see more OC Voice Claims, Monica.

Where are they?

~ Your Friend, guess which.

Sam please no :P

Also, more (and updated) Voice Claims!

Will - Raven from Raven (the boy one not the girl one) and one other which will be revealed soon…

Freddy [Funk n Fly] - Stupendium

Nicholas [Nemesis] - A mix of 2-D and Murdoc from Gorillaz

Grace [Galactica] - Ms Question from WordGirl

Samuel [Smiler] - AM from IHNMAIMS

Ollie [Oblivion] - Fifteenth Doctor from Doctor Who

Toby [Twistatron] - Alfie from Bluey

Steven [Spinjam] - Daz Games

Rita [Rita, obvi] - Alessandra (the one from Eurovision)

Tammy [Th13teen] - Orchid from Odd Squad

Winston (formerly wilhelm) [Wicker Man] - The Guy in the Pre-Show

Sonny [Spinball, will show his design soon] - Seaweed from Swashbuckle (this is for you, Sam.)

Emily [TCOAM] - Elizabeth from FNAF

Jay - Jalil Kubdel (Alejandro Saab version) from Miraculous

Aldo/Derlyn [Formerly Duel] - David from Camp Camp (pre-control), Phalanx Spokesman (controlled, SOMEHOW THAT’S WHAT CAME TO MIND???)

[saleinthecity]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: New JCREW Size 6 Alfie Blazer in Chino Dried Wicker.

[dorothea-jpg]

The Beginning of The End

Dr Frasier Hillcox was not a kind or sympathetic man in the slightest. He has always viewed human beings as disposable, replaceable even, which is why he wanted to experiment on them. He was a biology scientist, a marine biologist to be exact but he grew weary of looking at creatures of the ocean and his interests brought him to human biology and how it works.

Sooner or later, he began to wonder...

What if humans had supernatural abilities? Would it be possible for them to withstand the power in their system? Would they even be able to control them? He had so many of these kinds of questions running through his head. 

Now, Frasier was a doer, he did whatever he set his mind on and now that his mind was set on human and supernatural mixing experiments, he was going to do it and thus, in 2983, he started 'Project E35' in his own laboratory which he named 'Supernatural Testing Labs'. To his surprise, many scientists flocked to the idea of Human experiments. Most of them were scientists he was friendly of course. 

As expected, it took him way longer to find willing participants in the project. He grew impatient after no one volunteered so, he decided he would 'help' the homeless in Albina City. He promised them riches, as much food as they could want, their own houses and so much more, it was not something anyone in need could refuse.

The first act of Project E35 was launched in 2999 when Frasier picked the homeless subjects. These subjects were William Smith, Diana Jones, Stephen Noceda, Edward Hammon, Julia Nickleson, Martin Godfrey, Artem Paracha, Daniel Griffin, Michael Stephenson and Michelle Timmothy. None of them would be able to withstand the abuse in their bodies and they would all die in agony.

The second attempt with another ten subjects had the exact same results as the first. The subjects all died in agony from the injected serum destroying them all from the inside. 

The third was a little bit more hopeful where Frasier picked out twenty test subjects and this time, the subjects didn't die in the span of a few seconds, they all still did die though, just in the span of one to three hours of injecting the serum. 

The fourth was again, more hopeful, the twenty test subjects lasting longer this time in the span of three to five hours after injecting the serum. The fifth had the exact same results, so did the sixth and so did the seventh.

The eighth was a lot better with the chosen fifteen subjects lasting a few weeks. The ninth had the same results and so did the tenth. The eleventh was a breakthrough as the chosen fifteen subjects had lasted a few months to nearly a year. Frasier just kept developing and developing the serum until finally, he did it.

In 3005, Frasier tested fifteen children of all ages. Their names were Emma Winston, Charlie Ambers, Alfie Montgomery, Violet Cheung, Muhammed Adebayo, Nina-Mae Anniston, Jamie Thomas, Bella Gibbs, Andy Smith, Ashley Wickers, Finley Iglesias, Briar Madden, Salem Madden, Huxley Reese and Angel Grimes. Unfortunately, only six of these innocent children would survive the serum's effects.

The survivors were Angel Grimes, one of the oldest children to be experimented on as he was five years old at the time. Violet Cheung, another one of the older children as she was four years old. Briar and Salem Madden, a pair of twins who placed third on the age list, being only three years old. Finley Iglesias, one of the youngest experimented on as he was only two years old when injected with the serum and finally, Bella Gibbs, the youngest of all the child experiments as she was barely a year old at the time of being injected with the serum.

With the success of the serum, Frasier officially named it 'X1B-Serum'. He wasn't very creative with it, he was just so happy that he had finally done what he had spent so much of his life studying and trying to achieve.

The surviving children eventually are ripped away from their families and normal lives as they were forced to be housed in Superhuman Testing Labs for further observation by Frasier. He tested on them and tested on them, making their lives miserable as they weren't allowed to leave the lab. When other scientists complained to him about the conditions the children were in, Frasier made a point of defence by saying that it was okay since they had an outdoor area in the lab.

The children's powers developed quite quickly in the span of three weeks. 

Angel's name was quite fitting as he began to sprout white angel wings twice his body size. Violet began glitching out of reality and teleporting to where she wanted to be in the moment when she was being a brat towards the lab staff. The twins were caught using their pyrokinetic abilities on separate occasions, Briar was caught sadistically burning a snail to death with the fire she generated and Salem was found playing with the campfire after Dr Martha Edwards, Frasier's second-hand woman organised a small camping event in the outdoor area of the lab. Finley was the last to be caught due to staff and even Frasier not realising that the illusions that Finely was creating were not reality. Bella was the first to be caught after a meltdown over not being able to find her comfort blanket, the room temperature was freezing and small icicles were forming on the ceiling of the lab's canteen.

Frasier raised these children but he was not good to them. He was constantly pushing their boundaries and limits during general examinations and had no care or gentleness about him when he was the one doing the medical examinations. Eventually, he didn't have to do that anymore as more and more scientists were volunteering to be a part of the project.

Now that brings us to the 18th of March 3018, the day that everything went to... well to be frank, It's the day everything went to shit.

[bbc-love]

I'm gonna shit

[andyet-here-we-are]

When I saw this:

It immediately made me think of:

Yeah, Alfie Wickers 😂💛 and I love it. Alfie and Jaskier would make good friends, I think.

(The same goes for MacGregor Houghton)

[chats-make-me-laugh]

Knowledge is Power

Alfie Wickers: What have you got to hand in?

Mitchell Harper: Oh, here we go. *slams books down into box labeled "Weapons Amnesty"*

Alfie Wickers: This is your science homework.

Mitchell Harper: Knowledge is power, sir. If I become a brilliant scientist, I could end our worlds with the flick of a switch.

Alfie Wickers: The only thing YOU could contribute to science is your body.

[roseandsalt]

not to promote the bare minimum but after pretty little liars, skins, one tree hill, etc, it was refreshing to see that on bad education alfie showed no intent whatsoever in giving in to chantelle’s advances, and actively tried to discourage it at every opportunity

[ayoitspatricia]

Being Alfie Wicker’s teen sister would include :

Synopsis : A summary on what it would be like to the teen sister of Alfie Wickers, as well as being in his class at Abbey Grove.

Soooooo... Lets get a few things CRYSTAL clear

Everyone surprised that Alfie has a sister, especially a younger one

You being in Alfies class (yeah he begged for you not to be)

Most likely getting along best with Mitchell and Rem Dog 

But also being good friends with Chantelle and Stephen

Finding Chantelle's obsession with Alfie a bit strange

Frank surprisingly not hating you

Fraser thinking you are absolutely brilliant

Loads of banter

Your parents thinking you are the innocent one out of you and Alfie

Obviously that was an error in judgement

Most likely begging your parents to not let you go to boarding school

Obviously calling your brother ‘Dickers’

Actually being good at sports

Always getting Jing to help you with your homework

A LOT of name calling

"(y/n), you tosser!"

Rosie thinking you are adorable

Defo getting simped on

Pickwell thinking you're trouble

Getting blamed by her for being one of the reasons she supposedly committed suicide

Resulting in you thinking she is haunting you

Trying to convince Alfie to stop pestering Joe

Having a jolly good time with your brother and friends

[asadfangirlbitxh]

I can't believe a British show about a bad teacher is making me sob

[sylvierosesstuff]

My fav ship is jing and Mitchell from bad education

[tomwambscunts]

that bad education finale fucking DESTROYED ME. I thought maybe one of the kids would say something funny when they were leaving so we can laugh while crying but it did not happen it just made me cry in pain!

BRITISH PEOPLE ARE THE CRUELEST PEOPLE I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE.