#also my math teacher came in and started asking us how to read the elements still on the board 😭 /pos

[failure--girl]

my chem teacher brought actual sodium and sodium hydroxide to class whatt

[thelargefrye]

ATEEZ AS MIDDLE SCHOOL TEACHERS ... bullet - point fic ( 17+ )

pairing : teacher!ateez x teacher!f!reader (separately)

genre : teacher au, fluff, comedy, workplace romance, bulletpoint headcanons, implied co-workers to lovers (for all of them), secret relationships (for a lot of them)

word count : 4.1k

warnings : middle schoolers (yes this is needed), mentions of students shipping their teachers, mentions of a past make-out from college (mingi's section)

note : inspired by these prompts and my own job lol

honorary tag : @sanjoongie

what i think it would be like working with ateez in a middle school and perhaps being something more than co-workers with them.

KIM HONGJOONG

he's a math teacher – seventh grade and also head of the math department at the school

when he's teaching, he's in his element and he's very passionate about teaching his student and the content

he was terrible at math when he was a student and often tells his own students in order to motivate them...

sometimes it works but most times it doesn't

he's definitely one of the more stricter teachers at the beginning of the year, but lets up near the end of the year

students love him, like there's not one kid who hates him

some students do wonder how he manages to get away with his funky hair colors, but no one really questions it anymore

he's also very stylish and is known for his fashionable looks that make him look like he just came off the runway

the two of you met when you started teaching at the same school, he's been teaching for two years longer than you have

you also teach seventh grade and immediately clicked as friends on your first day

he answers any questions you have that isn't content related and is kind of seen as the head of the seventh grade as well

he gets along well with the older teachers who have been doing this for 20+ years, those teachers either go to you or him when they need help with the new programs that admin is making them use in class

a lot of the students ask him if you two are dating because you're the younger teachers in the grade-level and are always hanging out

"dating? why are you worried about who i'm dating? we have equations to worry about," he would say and always brush them off

most of the students drop, not really wanting to make hongjoong upset but that doesn't mean the question won't come up again later on

your students will also ask you the same question and like hongjoong, you brush them off and not really answering them

the students would often go back and forth on if you two were dating or not with some even trying to provide "evidence" that you were dating

and some students gave up on thinking that their literature and math teacher were dating

until one day you showed up to school wearing a cardigan

and not just any cardigan

a cardigan that hongjoong wore a month ago, one that students knew was custom made by their teacher himself

and the whole seventh grade lost their minds because holy cow, their literature teacher and math teacher WERE in fact dating

the evidence of you wearing hongjoong's cardigan was enough to convince all the students it was true

so then some of them decided to confront you both

"teacher kim, teacher l/n we know your secret."

you and hongjoong were of course confused because of course your students had to be cryptic about everything... seventh graders 😒

"we know you guys are dating! teacher l/n, you're wearing teacher kim's custom cardigan!"

hongjoong had never turned his head so fast in his life and he immediately looked at the cardigan and sure enough

it was his

and you two were busted because now all your students knew you both were at least something, if not more than friends

PARK SEONGHWA

seonghwa teaches eighth grade reading / literature, he also has his masters in special education and administration

he is also the teacher that heads student council – like he built it from the ground up after the teacher before him let it crash and burn allowed it to be ruined

but seonghwa rebuilt the student council club and now its flourishes thanks to his leadership skills and teaching the students those same leadership skills

being a teacher is like a family job, his mother was a teacher and taught at the same school that he now teaches at

he wanted to become one to continue her legacy

students think he's way too handsome to be a teacher

he's also way too nice to be a teacher but like... none of the students ever give him issues

like even the behavior students don't disrespect him like they would other teachers – its kind of crazy

you had always admired seonghwa because of how good he was at his job and honestly... you were kind of jealous of him too

but you wouldn't dare tell him

you can't help but be amazed when you watch him speak at department meetings and how he always voices his thoughts so elegantly

seonghwa is also never afraid to help you if he sees you struggling or to ask for your opinion during meetings when he notices you haven't spoken

and he'll always back you up which surprises you because you aren't friends or even in the same grade

you kind of developed a crush on him but again you would never tell him or anybody for that matter

which to be honest, your crush and admiration is probably what lead you to volunteering to help out with the student council overnight trip to a student council convention

it was you, seonghwa, plus the ten student council students that qualified to go

you really never knew who exhausting planning a field trip was and seonghwa amazed you once again with how well-planned out the trip was

it kind of made you feel guilty because of how little you did to help out with the planning

"don't feel bad y/n! i'm glad you volunteered to come, i usually struggle with finding someone to come with me to help chaperone."

"really?"

"yeah."

well... that did make you feel a little better

and of course since you two were the only chaperones, that meant the two of you got to room together

the students were pretty sure they almost saw you pass out in the hotel lobby when seonghwa told you that

"teacher l/n, are you okay! you don't look so good!"

"i'm fine..."

"you're fine with sharing a room together right?" seonghwa asks once the two of you are alone in the hotel room

the students were also in their own hotel rooms and winding down after the long trip, you could feel yourself sink into the bed once you got into the room

"its fine, i don't mind," you tell him and seonghwa gives you a warm smile as he settles down on the bed next to yours "are field trips always this exhausting?"

"only the overnight ones"

"great"

JEONG YUNHO

eighth grade history teacher but he's also taught sixth grade history in the past as well

yunho is very serious about teaching and strict when it comes to listening, doing work, being respectful, etc.

especially in the beginning of the year, but does let up a little bit near the end and after exams and stuff

he has a strict schedule that he follows when teaching his content and knows his content like the back of his hand

he has a routine and the students are quick to learn it and make sure the others are at least doing what they are suppose to be doing when the bell rings

but despite how strict and stuff he is, yunho loves teaching and the kids love his class

even if they don't like it at the beginning, the class and yunho will grow on them before the year is over

even the other teachers respect yunho and will ask him on how he teaches certain events and whatnot, always going to him for tips on where to find good materials

yunho is like the jack-of-all-materials

even has his own tpt page because of how much stuff he has made for his own class and co-workers

you will also always find him and san hanging out together in each other's room during their planning time

usually gossiping about students or other teachers

students have learned that when san walks into yunho's room, then its serious because san never leaves his room during class time

also no one ever really bothers yunho because of how strict he is with teaching and getting everything he needs done, to get done

however, students are shocked when you walk into yunho's room one day WHILE he's teaching to ask him a question

like their jaws drop when yunho stops teaching in order to help you with something and laughing with you as he brushes your apology off

it was like they just watched a mean dog turned into the friendliest puppy when you walked in

some of them questioned if they were transported to a different reality because there is no way this is happening

you and yunho are like night and day, yunho with dark button-ups and you with your funky colored pants

"you're seeing this to right?" one of them would whisper to the other students around them

the students were too stunned to speak

"hey! get to work, i expect you to have these notes written down by the time i'm done," yunho would say and immediately the students would get to work

"thank you teacher jeong, i appreciate the help with this new program"

"sure, its no problem," he says as he walks you to the door. "choi came to me during planning asking about it plus some other teachers as well"

"ah, well glad i'm not the only one struggling!" you let out a laugh and yunho returns it and laughs with you, "i'll see you after school, yeah?"

"of course"

you wave as you close the door behind you and yunho immediately goes back into his teaching mode

once again leaving his students shocked and with whiplash from how fast his attitude changed

"we really were in just another reality"

KANG YEOSANG

seventh grade history but wants to one day be a librarian

yeosang loves history but is also certified to teach reading/literature

a lot of the students and teachers love him for how nice he is to everyone

he really connects well with the behavior students, like a lot of them will always say he's there favorite teacher

even the ones who never come to class, go to yeosang's class because who in their right mind who skip teacher kang's class?

no one that's who

students will always go to him when there's an issue because they know he will help them

that's why a lot of them are surprised when they find out him and wooyoung are best friends since high school

"you and teacher jung are best friends!?"

"yep! have been for years!" and yeosang is proud to say that him and wooyoung are best friends and can teach together at the same school

none of the students can get over how handsome he is as well and a lot of sixth graders can only hope to get him in seventh grade

"teacher kang, you're so handsome you could be an actor!"

yeosang can only smile at the comments, not really saying anything as he's use to those comments by now

well coming from his students or other adults that is

however, hearing those comments (or reading them) from you is a different story

he doesn't know how you manage to time it whenever his students are doing independent work but you do

he'll be at his desk or walking around, when you come in and some the students will immediately greet you

you simply smile and wave at them before walking over to hand yeosang something

"i got the stuff from your mailbox while i was at mine," you told him

yeosang thanks you and you smile at him before turning and leaving

you usually go to the mailbox when you need a break from your class and there's already someone in there to help

yeosang looks at the stuff in his hands, and notices the folded piece of paper that had his name written nicely in your handwriting

he opens it as he walks to his desk and immediately feels a warmth overtake his face

'you look really pretty today, yeo ;) can't wait to hangout after school in our usual place! miss you already!'

yeosang quickly stored the note in his desk, before quickly going back to teaching and trying to hide the excitement of seeing you later to the back of his mind

CHOI SAN

eighth grade reading/literature teacher along with seonghwa and school's volleyball coach

he played volleyball when he was in school and so he's very passionate about the sport and his athletes

a tough coach and an even tougher teacher, but only because he knows all his students can do better than what they showing him

like seonghwa with student council, san managed to help the volleyball team go to nationals thanks to his coaching and the his girls' effort and teamwork

a lot of students are scared of him because of how he coaches, especially his athletes – like even just the mention of san gets them scared

but really san just wants the best for all his students and just like volleyball, he's also passionate about his teaching

very writing focused versus seonghwa who is more reading based, but they work really well together to make sure all their students are getting the same knowledge and material

san's not afraid to speak his mind during department meetings and the other teachers know this – like he will straight up call something out if he knows it won't work

seonghwa usually has to cut him off because of this, they are a very funny duo and students love watching them interact

"teacher choi is like a dark cloud and teacher park is like a sunny day"

like the kids, you are also intimidated by him because of how much just pure authority he gives off

like you would think he's a principal from how students act around him

he actually does step up as an admin when the actual principals are out of the building because he does have his masters in administration, so he could very well one day become a principal

but going back to you being intimidated by him 💀

you never really dared to approach him, always sitting on the opposite side of the room during department meetings

mainly because you didn't want to get on his bad side

"please teacher l/n, can you help us start this club?"

"sure, girls!" you were more than happy to help sponsor their club "who's the other teacher?"

you watched as the girls' faces deflated at the question, of course you don't blame them for not knowing that clubs needed two teachers to become official, not just one

"i have a teacher in mind!"

"who?" "tell us!"

"coach choi, can help! especially since volleyball is over!"

you felt the color drain from your face at the thought of san and you running a club together

"teacher l/n will you ask coach choi if he can help us?"

"sure... i'll ask."

"a club?"

"yeah, some of your volleyball girls recommended you and wanted to see if you could be the second teacher sponsor."

"ah, that's right. the school has that stupid two teacher club sponsor rule. always did think that was dumb."

san thought for a minute which felt like a lifetime the longer you stood in his classroom

"sure, why not. i'm sure it'll be fun to run a club together."

"i'm sure the girls will also appreciate it. i'll send you the information when i hear back from the principal about the club."

"of course, if you have any issues let me know."

"will do, thanks!"

that was definitely a lot less nerve-racking then you thought it would be...

maybe running a club san won't be so bad after all

SONG MINGI

mingi is THE ms. frizzle aka the best science teacher you will ever have

he teaches sixth grade science and is always having some sort of fun with testing experiments and theories with the students

science class will forever be ruined after you have him as a teacher because no one is doing it like mingi

literally older students will come by to see either him or wooyoung and they will always ask mingi what he is currently doing in that class

and while he's an amazing teacher – he's also hella clumsy

like students learn fast not to leave their things in the floor if they don't want this 6ft tall man tripping over and possible destroying their things

someone save this man from all those decorative pencil pouches and metal water bottles pls 💀

anyways, a lot of students love mingi because of his fun personality and not because he almost below up the science lab because a experiment gone wrong

very much into team building and having all the students work together towards a goal because he knows how important teamwork is in life and wants students to have it

a lot of students are actually intimidated by him when they first see him because of his tall stature and harsh look

but he's really cool once him and the students build that rapport

so a lot of students were surprised when they found out that you and mingi were best friends

it never really clicked for most of them since you both taught different grades AND subjects

but then during school assemblies and such, you and mingi would always be sitting next to each other

whispering and laughing to each other and it would leave students bewildered when they saw the two of you

like "what in the world are they laughing about?"

"you know... the kiddos asked me the other day about us," you said, leaning over and whispering into his ear

"yeah?"

"they asked me how long we've been friends"

"w-what did you tell them?"

"since college, i left out the part where you made out with my best friend before tripping over her bag and landed into my lap."

you could tell mingi was blushing, his ears turning red at your words

"i-it wasn't like that!"

"i know, no need to feel embarrassed. i agreed to go out with you didn't i?"

you couldn't help the smirk on your face while mingi had a pout on his own, completely forgetting that the two of you were suppose to be watching the talent show and not flirting

JUNG WOOYOUNG

teaches sixth grade math and is an on-going menace to his students

you either love or hate him because of how he teaches and runs his classroom

always changing the seating desk arrangement in his room which keeps students on their toes

he's always a complete 180 from hongjoong who is the head of the math department

like students get whiplash when they go from wooyoung to hongjoong because of how different they are

but that's not to say wooyoung is bad at his job, on the contrary wooyoung is fantastic at his job

always has a math pun ready to whip out when needed and is always dishing out savage remarks to his students when they try to be a smart-ass to him

they learn quick that they won't be able make smart comments with him around

wooyoung is just very blunt with how he's feeling – like if a student makes him mad you'll know he's mad

does a lot of bootcamp punishments (i.e makes them do exercises when they don't listen to him like: jumping jacks, squats, nothing too extreme) this makes kids not want to disrespect him because they know what will happen if they do

some parents have thought it was "extreme" but he simply told them "well it got your child to listen for once in their life" – that shut the parent up real quick

but wooyoung rarely gets serious because he has the respect from students and so those bootcamp punishments are rare and few in-between

most of the time he's fun and playful which also travels over to how he acts with his fellow teachers

including you

wooyoung always visits you when he's on his planning period

like your class can always expect him to stop by at least once during their class

which none of them mind cause that means they can see their favorite math teacher again but don't tell hongjoong that

however with his constant visits, it makes students question if you guys are dating

especially when wooyoung is always complimenting you when you're at your desk and you both think that the students can't hear you

"you look very lovely today, teacher l/n."

"watch yourself, jung."

you eventually have to run wooyoung off so you can get back to teaching

"oh they are totally dating" students would whisper to each other watching the two of you interact

students really really ship you guys together and are always questioning you about your ideal type and stuff

but you always brush off their questions and comments about how you and teacher jung would look great together

and eventually the students had moved on to something else and you were thankfully left alone about your love life by your students

until one day when you and wooyoung were spotted by some students outside of school

you and him had went to the store together, not really thinking about school as you both spent time together

however that peace between the two of you was set ablaze when heard a familiar "teacher l/n! teacher jung!" and snapping the two of you out of your daze

wooyoung was quick to greet the students who approached you both, a smile on his face and arm around his shoulder

and you knew your secret was out because of how the students' zoned in on wooyoung's arm around your shoulder

you couldn't help but dread what would happen when you arrive at school tomorrow

"i didn't like keeping it a secret anyways," he would making you smack the back of his head in response before pushing the shopping cart and walking away from your boyfriend

CHOI JONGHO

eighth grade math who got roped into teaching seventh grade science as well

jongho is really in his element when it comes to math

and is really hanging by a thread when it comes to science

like he's the opposite of mingi and HATES science – like who thought it was a good idea to have this man teach it?

oh, they did a budget cut and so they were down a science teacher? makes sense.

the kids either love or hate him because of how he teaches

his eighth graders and seventh graders are like night and day when it comes to literally everything

it might also have something to do with the content but just let him complain about his seventh graders

you actually found him one day in the workroom stressing over his science while eating his ramen

you remember some of your kids talking about jongho and you've seen him at faculty meetings

but never had a one-on-one conversation with him mainly because he was in a totally different content and grade from you (he was still an eighth grade teacher at the end of the day)

you know hongjoong really likes him and praises him for learning how to adapt so well to a new content era that he never studied in

you think that for a first-year teacher he's doing a lot better than you had when you were in his shoes

and you figure what's the harm in talking to him and seeing how he's doing

"everything going okay, teacher choi?"

he's caught off guard by your voice, jumping and looking up at you as you walk over to get your copies from the copier

"oh, um, i'm fine. just thinking about what i'm gonna do for my science class"

"ahh, that's fair, i still can't believe they have you teaching science and math for your first year"

jongho lets out a laugh which is followed by a small "yeah... i can't either"

"but hongjoong says that you're doing a good job for your first year, so you should be proud! hongjoong never compliments anyone"

"really?"

"really. and just know that if you ever need help just reach out. i know you're not a seventh grade teacher but us who teach seventh grade needs to stick together. its a tough group."

"oh my god, i'm so glad you think that as well! i thought it was just me!"

"oh no, everyone knows seventh grade is always the worse year, we all struggle with them at some point"

"that really makes me feel better about doing my job"

"jongho, you're doing a great job. the kids love you and there will always be those kids that make you feel like you are terrible at your job. but all you have to do is teach to the ones who want to be there, and worry about them."

you tell him the exact same words you were told when you were a first year and thinking the same thing

"thank you, y/n"

you can't help but smile as you nod your head, taking your copies and heading back to your room while jongho finishes his ramen

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[jarofstyles]

Teacher’s Pet

A/N: As requested, here is the first part of our professor!harry series. As usual, this we put our little twist on things and we hope that you enjoy! - n+d

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pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

warning: smut, mutual masturbation, use of sex toys

word count: 6.2k

While Harry tried not to show favoritism in his courses, it was hard not to be caring towards the students that showed effort but struggled. That was the case with little Y/N. She was young, pretty, had a bit of an edge to her. From what he had noticed she was kind and often let people borrow pens and once gave a diabetic classmate her muffin when she saw he was a bit pale and taking his blood sugar. 

He wasn’t everyone’s favorite professor. He was a tough grader, had a bit of a resting ‘bitch’ face, and he wasn’t necessarily warm and fuzzy. It wasn’t what Harry wanted at all— but it had to be done so that the students wouldn’t just see him as a peer. He had learned that early in. He had to be strict and get respect or he would be stuck with slackers or people who thought he would ‘do them a solid’ as one student had tried to ask with a fist bump. But when it came to sweet students with dyed hair, a devastated little pout, and even watery eyes, he knew he would have to say something. 

‘If you would like some help, please come to my office any time after 4. I would be happy to assist in figuring out the material.’

It was written next to a poor grade. He could tell that she had potential— she just wasn’t getting it. He also worried about her word usage. If what he thought of was correct, it would make sense why she was struggling.

School was never one of Y/N’s strong suits. From the beginning of her school career she struggled with getting the hang of concepts and her teachers grew a distaste for her because they thought she wasn’t trying. Y/N was a hard worker though, she did genuinely try, but her best was never enough. A few teachers pointed out that she might have a learning disability, but her parents denied that ever being a case. Her other siblings, both older and younger, were able to grasp concepts easily and were all incredible book smart in addition to being talented outside of school. It seemed that Y/N was just the bad apple of the bunch. Her parents would joke, but of course it hurt. She didn’t even want to go to college originally, but her parents forced her to at least try and get a degree so she wouldn’t be a low life. Y/N only agreed because they said they’d keep paying for her band. Of course, you can only really go to college if you pass though and Y/N wasn’t doing too well. 

Professor Styles had always intimidated her, but he just took his job seriously. She could tell by the way he talked about everything that he was passionate about making sure people understood the deeper meaning behind these books and Y/N could appreciate that. It was just a shame that she struggled so much in his class. There were students that excelled in his classes and he was always giving them praise, little surprised smiles and nods, a small ‘good job’ or ‘correct, yes’ here and there. Y/N found herself wanting to try harder in his classes just to get a praise out of him, but she was too nervous to raise her hand even when she did know the answer. This was her third time getting a not so passing grade in this class and Y/N was growing more and more frustrated. She understood the material, or she felt like she did, but whenever it came to reading and remembering, she found herself getting stuck. Little frustrated tears formed in her eyes but she blinked them away, thinking she wasn’t going to muster up the courage to see him today. 

But she did.

He had a soft spot for the students that he helped. It was human nature to care for those you spent time with. It wasn’t like how he thought about Y/N though. Okay— he knew it was bad. But he was intrigued by her. Why? He wasn’t able to pinpoint exactly what it was. Maybe her edgy look, maybe it was because she was seemingly submissive and every time he caught her eye she looked like a deer in headlights. She stares at him a lot, he could notice that. But he likes it. So he was pleasantly surprised when she came to his office, looking skittish but also curious. She needed help and he would offer it to her. 

“Y/N, it’s nice to see you.” Harry adjusted his glasses and sat up straighter, putting the final mark on a test before looking back up at her with a gentle smile. He had to approach with caution, she already looked like she was going to shit herself. “I’m glad you got my note and weren’t offended. But I was wondering if you’d like some help.” He didn’t say what because he wanted her to tell him what exactly she was struggling with.

Y/N was very nervous, mostly because she didn’t like asking for help from anyone. She didn’t like to seem unintelligent in front of men, especially when they were as attractive as Professor Styles. All the girls on campus talked about how hot he was, how his dominance was a turn on and how none of them were properly able to focus in class. At least they were getting passing grades. 

“Hi, professor...” Y/N said softly and closed the door behind her before taking a seat. “I, um... I’m not really good with asking for help.” She explained, pushing a few pieces of hair behind her ear before fixing her septum piercing. Y/N was playing with the hem of her skirt, one of her fingers playing with the fishnet stockings she had on. “I feel like I understand when you’re explaining it and then I go and take the test and it’s like I can’t remember anything you said. But I’m not good at academics anyway so...” Y/N let out a sad chuckle. Her self confidence was pretty low in all aspects, it was a shame because she was a pretty girl. She didn’t seem to think so, hence why she dressed up. At least her clothes she could control.

“Now, don’t say that.” Harry tutted. “I’m sure that’s not true. I bet you just have a different way of learning. If you understand verbally, but freeze when it’s written, that may be the case.” He hummed, flipping through the last work she had handed in. “My question is... it isn’t meant to offend you at all. But do you find difficulty in reading itself?” He approached it gently. You’d be surprised how many adults realize later on in life that they have dyslexia. They were labeled as not the smartest but he was because it took so long for them to understand because the words and numbers get jumbled up. “I’m asking because I notice in your writings, you spell things in a unique way. Or it seems the letters are flipped. This isn’t to embarrass you so please don’t be upset— we just need to figure out why it is that you struggle with the tests.” He leaned forward on his desk, licking over his bottom lip. She was beautiful. In that way when women didn’t know they were beautiful. He wished he could see more of her body— fuck, not going there. Absolutely not. Even though technically it wasn’t like he would be fired, seeing as half the damn staff fucks students. It was always that forbidden element. Either way, he was far too much for this sweet thing to handle. “I would like to help you if you would let me do so.”

Y/N felt really anxious, bouncing her leg to try and keep her composure. She didn’t think she was smart. She wasn’t good at math, wasn’t good at science, she was decent at English but even that seemed to be difficult now that she was reading classics that were barely in modern English. She just decided that learning wasn’t for her. 

“I’m not a reader, no.” She shook her head, Y/N found herself having trouble focusing for a long time and when it came to reading words get jumbled up and she struggled a lot. Especially when she started thinking about it too much. Of course Y/N was embarrassed even though he said he wasn’t trying to embarrass her. It was more just her feeling incompetent. She didn’t like making eye contact with him for too long because she felt like he was staring straight into her soul. She was a bit shy and timid when it came to new people. She appreciated that he wasn’t judging her though. “I don’t know what you could do to help, but if you’d like to try we can? I—I don’t want to waste your time.”

“There’s no wasting time if it helps improve your learning, yeah? Please don’t think of yourself like that. You are an important person, just as important as my other students. I want you to succeed.” Harry promised. It kind of broke his heart that she was so sure that her time with him would be wasted. It made him sad that she felt that way. Why? “How about we set up a time... let’s say two days a week? I have time around now, so 4:15 to 5 where I can help you.” He normally wouldn’t do it for most  but he wasn’t going to let her suffer. A passion project, so to speak. “I don’t know your schedule but I would be here during that time normally. I basically live in this office anyways.” He smiled in a joking way. “We can work on understanding first what was wrong and then we can have time to work on the new material.”

Y/N nodded her head in agreement, but it did make her worry. Of course she could only try her best but she was so used to failing that she wasn’t sure how much harder she could try. She was barely passing her other classes and frankly she was thinking about dropping out all together. Maybe she was the lowlife her parents made her out to be? 

“Can do... Monday’s and Thursday’s..” Y/N told him, “if that’s okay, I have band practice on Wednesday’s.” She wasn’t sure why’s she told him but part of it was to show that she wasn’t just a stupid girl that she did have some talent or at least she thought she did. “It’s um... it’s really nice of you to do this, thank you.” She told him genuinely, though she was terrified of letting him down. He seemed so cool. He wasn’t like this in his classes, he seemed much more approachable this way. Maybe in another life they could have been friends or more than that... no, he probably wasn’t into girls like her. She needed a cigarette.

“Of course. You have my email if you need to reschedule.” But he could see right through her. Of course he could. “But... if you’re nervous, tell me. I can soothe the worries. I’ll be awfully disappointed if you don’t show up and don’t let me know.” He knew she was skittish. He didn’t want her to back out and not take the time to try at the very least. “Let’s just work on it a day at a time. I hope to see you soon.” 

When she walked out, he was ashamed to say he was entranced by her ass. He was such a bastard for thinking about a student like that. So bad. But it didn’t stop him from seeing her eyes when he fucked his fist later that night.

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The next couple of days left Y/N worried. Coming out of professor Styles’ office had left her feeling on edge, wondering if it was even worth trying. She felt like nothing would save her at this point but this was going to be her last attempt. If it didn’t work out she’d just drop out and couch surf. But she didn’t want to have to do that, her kitty Jinx would have to find a new home and that was something she certainly didn’t want. It was Monday and Y/N didn’t go to her classes today, feeling like it was justified because she was meeting with Professor Styles today. 

If she was going to work on herself she wanted to be in the best shape possible, so she smoked some weed in the morning to get her day off right and got her things together before getting her skateboard and making her way to his office.

Harry was pleased when she actually showed up at his office. He was half expecting her to drop his class with how terrified she had seemed the past time, and he was curious to see how she had thought about what her grades and his revisions on her test. He had worn a dark red button up today with suspenders, his blazer off and hair a tiny bit messy. His glasses hung off the end of his nose while he looked up at her with surprise, before a smile came on his face. 

“Y/N! I’m very glad to see you’ve come.” He hummed, sitting up and leaning back in his chair. “Go ahead and make yourself comfortable on the couch. Would you like a water?”  He had a mini fridge in his office. Without listening to an answer, he pulled one out anyways and handed it to her, rounding the desk so he seemed less scary. The desk was a position of power. One he loved, but also didn’t want to take advantage of when Y/N obviously was terrified of it. “Alright. So... you’ve seen my revisions?” He sat on the other arm chair across from the couch, glasses pushed up now with his copy of her paper. “Good. What do you think about your mistakes? Were they because you didn’t understand the material, or didn’t know what to say in paper?”

Y/N gave him a small smile, setting her skate board up against the side wall before taking a seat on the couch. No amount of weed could have calmed her down, she wasn’t even that high anymore it was just the residual feeling. Right now, she was more concerned about having to tell him what was going on inside her mind when she was working on assignments. 

“I—I um... both?” She felt a blush creeping in on her cheeks. “I tried to like... watch videos about it, cause whenever I try to read I just get frustrated.” Y/N explained fiddling with the paper. She didn’t like this feeling, it was obvious that it was something that made her emotional which was why she didn’t really talk about it. She let out a breath, looking over what she wrote and seeing all the red pen. It made her want to crawl up into a ball despite how nice he was being. He was trying and so she would also try her best to keep it together. “I find it really hard to focus..”

“I don’t doubt that you do, Y/N. I’m thinking that maybe this isn’t something to do with your focus, but maybe it’s with your reading? You could learn differently than other people and that's absolutely alright.” Harry felt poorly that she was so sad and embarrassed about it. “Look at me.” When she didn’t respond he was trying a different tactic. Soft but very obviously meaning business. “There we are. Now, this doesn’t mean you’re stupid or unable to learn or do well in my class. You just may need to learn differently.” He stood up and grabbed a book from his shelf. “So this book— I got it online. It has some illustrations in it, and I find they’re pretty self explanatory. Maybe this will help you understand it better. Having an image opposed to words in your mind.” He handed it to her. She didn’t need to know he had bought it himself.

Y/N glanced up at him as he told her to look at him, seeing his face go much softer but his eyes still held that same intensity. She followed his with her eyes as he went to get the book. It was much thicker than the others due to all the illustrations but of course it made her feel like a little kid again. She just wished she could be normal. 

“Okay...” She said softly, willing to try anything at this point. Of course she was nervous about going forward with his class seeing as she knew things would only get more difficult. Y/N gave him a small thank you as she looked through the book but part of her felt like it wasn’t going to work. No one was determined in helping her learn, they never have been. She’d always gotten very poor, passing grades because she assumed teachers felt bad for her or knew her siblings and assumed maybe she was just the rebellious one. “Sometimes I feel like I do better on the essays, cause I feel like I get it... but I end up getting better grades on the tests than the essays and it’s... disheartening.” She explained with a small frown, “cause I guess on the tests a lot of the time.”

He furrowed his brows, listening to what Y/N had to say. It made sense if she had dyslexia that she would be frustrated and upset with learning altogether but it was important to her and him as well, that she was able to do what she was meant to do. Whatever it was she had wanted. 

“I think you should outline your essays more. Each body paragraph, with reasoning and thought. Come up with 4 to 6 reasons for each, word them how it makes sense to you, and write it that way. The structure taught isn’t the only way to do it.” He explained. Writing down on a piece of notebook paper an example of how she could do it. “I know it must be very frustrating— especially if it’s been years that you’ve had to deal with this. I understand. But I do have faith that you’re able to do this. You are intelligent, Y/N. You just have to figure out the right way to show it.”

Y/N let out a sigh, swallowing thickly as he gave her some advice on how to structure her essays in a way that would make more sense. She would try her best, especially with knowing that he was going to be grading things knowing what her situation was. Y/N was going to try her best to sound smart or collected, but she will admit she hadn’t been paying attention for years. 

She pulled out a folder of her English work, pulled out the notes she had taken and the lay out for her essays and bit the inside of her lip. Y/N handed it to him and immediately went to pay with her own fingers. Observing him as he looked through what she had done previously. 

“I—I try my best, I really do.. but anytime I get the courage to try it just gets worse and I go back to not trying at all because at least then I know I’m failing cause I’m doing it on purpose and not cause I’m stupid.” Y/N was trying to share her feelings to try and make him understand. “‘s really intimidating being in class with people who pick up information easily and I end up just tuning out cause it’s too fast for me to follow... and I don’t want to be that one girl that holds up the whole class with a stupid question.”

“You aren’t. If you have a question that you aren’t comfortable asking in front of everyone, you are always welcome to email me or come to my office at any time I’m here.” Harry promised. Poor girl. Jesus, what happened to her to make her self esteem like this? “You are very capable. Very much a smart girl. You need to tap into different areas of your brain. I promise, we can get your grade up together, alright?” He felt softness and fondness because he knew that sometimes professors weren’t the most understanding. Granted, he was only like this towards students that came for help— and oddly, even more so towards her, but still. “You don’t have to stop trying. You just need a different approach and we can help you find the right one. Do you like movies?” He suddenly remembered that. At her confused look, he continued. “Movies are scripts. Books. Visual. Do you find it easy to follow along with movies?”

She found it hard to believe him because no one really called her smart, ever. Y/N gave him a small smile and nodded her head, pushing pieces of hair away from her face before nodding and realizing she reversed the work she’d just done. He was a very nice man, it was clear that he was committed to helping her and it was definitely appreciated. She just didn’t know why he believed in her so much when no one else did? 

“Well yeah... I can follow conversation and stuff.” Y/N let out a small chuckle, sniffling a bit before she continued. “I think another problem is I get too confused about things like.. the deeper meaning stuff in books. Like the themes and whatever you call it. Cause in my head I know what I think it means but then it’s meant to mean something else and then I think I just didn’t understand correctly.” Y/N was definitely more of a creative. She didn’t like following set rules, she liked going with the flow and following her own thing. It worked when it came to her music, she was able to focus then. But she taught herself guitar.

“I think that you need to first take the book at face value. Don’t look for the hidden meanings the first time you read because it will confuse you more.” Harry cleared his throat. She smelled really good. Like peaches and citrus. He wondered if her bed smelled like that, but stronger. 

“Tell me some things you like.” He leaned back into the seat. “Things you think we can connect to projects. You said you’re in a band? Have a band?” He remembered that from last time. At her nod he continued. “You can find a song or make a playlist of songs that connect your head to the book. Say... Romeo and Juliet. Hmm.. check yes Juliet, We The Kings. If you’ve heard of that. You can find songs that help you remember.”

“Yeah, I’m in a band.” Y/N nodded her head a bit at him, “it’s like a indie punk thing...” She wasn’t sure what kind of music he listened to but he seemed young enough to think that indie music was good. Who knows, maybe he was one of those jazz guys with all the sweaters he wears. Y/N wasn’t one to judge though. The check yes Juliet reference made her chuckle, remembering middle school and highschool momentarily. He couldn’t be that much older then. “Yeah, I know that song.” She giggled and shook her head, “but yeah, I understand.” She spoke and took note of that in her mind. Y/N didn’t know how she was meant to explain to him that she spent the rest of her free time doing drugs. Tripping and writing music, hanging out with her kitty. That’s about it. Skating, going out in nature. Fucking. She definitely was a bit of a nympho. She assumed it was because of her need for attention.

“Okay. That’s good then. Use that to try and correlate.” He had felt weird watching her leave the room, seemingly in a better mood than she had been before but still nervous. It didn’t help that he hadn’t gotten laid and didn’t really want to have sex with someone else right now. God, if only he could spread her open and dip his cock into her soft cunt. That’s something he was dreaming of. 

He thought about it the next night too. So, with his bored and needy thoughts, he went home and did his chores he needed to do, before he went to lay in his bed with his laptop. To be honest. Most porn didn’t do it for him. He much preferred erotic writing or even more so, cam girls. Sex workers deserved support and he always tipped well, though rarely talking in any of them. He was scrolling down the alternative tab when he found what he was looking for. Tattoos and plump lips, tits for a profile photo and a tongue sticking out. Interesting— and she was live. 

He just never expected the exact woman in his head to be placed on the screen, smoke coming from her mouth. 

Fuck.

Y/N wasn’t exactly sure how she thought about starting camming but it all sort of just fell into place. She started off just selling her nudes and videos for attention and money but then she realized that people would pay really good money to watch live stuff. It’s a good thing too because Y/N loved being watched. Her cams were usually regularly scheduled, but other times they were spontaneous because she was really horny. bbybunnie was her username, most people just called her pet names though, never by her actual name for obvious security reasons. She had quite the following too. People seemed to love her content. She was fun and bubbly and she felt like she put in a great show both literally and physically. Y/N had just done a bong rip, having her windows open to let the smoke out. She didn’t like smoking around Jinx so she’d let her in once she was properly stoned. She was dressed in a black crop top that said princess on it in gothic font, fishnets, and little black panties. 

“Been really stressed lately with college and stuff...” Y/N answered a previous question as to what she’d been up to. “Working on assignments in stuff but it gets hard.” She pouted, turning her head when she heard Jinx scratching at the door. “One second.” She giggled and went to grab Jinx, leaving the door open so she could roam. “Here she is, say hi to everyone.” Y/N cooed in a baby voice. It was quite the sight. An alternative girl all soft with her cat, just starting the broadcast. Her vibrator was clearly in frame, already plugged in. A subscriber bought a heavy duty one for her.

And Harry should have clicked off. Right away, he should have exited the screen and said ‘gotta go’ because this was his student. His student he tutored and had fucking come on here to jerk off to a look alike. But he couldn’t. Not finally getting a look at her body. Soft and curved and delicious. Her tits strained the tank top and little tiny panties, some fishnets. Jesus fucking Christ. He let out an audible moan as he watched her sit back on the bed, talking back and forth with some of the comments.

He wasn’t sure what made him comment. 

DaddyH: you look beautiful. I love the fishnets.

She did. And he loved them. A lot of the comments were dirtier but not to the point he could see it turning a woman on. He didn’t get an associates in sexology for nothing.

Y/N was pretty good with responding to comments, they were paying after all, but a lot of them were much nicer than most would think. Her community was used to her streams taking a bit to get going because she liked to get super horny, so once she was properly high she usually talked with her comments about things she’s been fantasizing about and what they’d like to see her do. 

DaddyH. He was new. 

“Hi daddyh, thank you! You’re new aren’t you?” Y/N said with an excited smile, she liked newcomers. It meant someone was interested in her. “Well we’ve got a special show on our hands then.” Her viewers loved when new people came because the shows were always better. She was visibly hornier. She shifted a little bit so she was leaning farther back on her pillows, bringing her legs up and out so she was spreading like a little butterfly. Of course the panties kept things covered but not much. Y/N pulled them up so they were tight on her, “Gotta get me real wet first, yeah?” She hummed, “love knowing you’re watching me... love when you tell me what you like...” It was strategic to talk dirty as if she was talking to one specific person.

Fuck shit motherfucker. Fuck. 

Harry didn’t even see her pussy fully yet and he was nearly drooling. What the fuck had he done in what past life to get this type of luck? He wasn’t sure but he did know that whatever he did, he was thankful. He got a good look at her, her lusty eyes. He was a dirty talker. He loved to sex— fuck the English teacher in him. He loved making women a mess of whines and slick and speaking their darkest fantasies into their ears as the writhe underneath him. Y/N would be a fun one to play with. For sure. 

DaddyH: you could play over the panties. They’re cute.

He had a thing for panties and fishnets, and she was going right to his kinks.

“But that’s no fun.” Y/N pouted at the comment, wiggling her panties a little bit so she could rub against her clit some. She let out a tiny moan and hummed, letting her hands move up her body to squeeze her tits through her shirt. She was properly eye fucking the camera too, teasing as she started to pull up her shirt. “I’m frustrated, daddy...” Usually she waited till she got a certain number of tips before she took her clothes off, but she was only a few dollars away so she pulled off her shirt revealing that she wasn’t wearing a bra. The tightness of the tank top kept them up, but these men seemed to love natural tits. Her hand slipped down to start rubbing over her clit over top her panties, letting out little breathy moans of pleasure. “Really want to be fucked...” She explained, “Wanna be full...” Y/N pouted and quickened her pace. 

“Bent over a desk.”

Harry had a big oak desk he could bend her over and absolutely destroy her. If that’s something she would want. Harry would wreck her. His hand palmed Over his cock as he took her in and looked at her tits. He was an everything man but tits? He could happily suck on hers for an hour and make marks all over, just to listen to her mewl and feel her on his tongue. He squeezed over his sweatpants, feeling himself heat up as he watched her. She was topless, his student. His student was topless and rubbing her clit over tiny little panties, giving a pout and looking at the camera too fucking similar to the way she looked at him in his office today. And while his rational mind knew he wouldn’t be able to look at her the same— he would want to fuck her even more than he had— he couldn’t stop watching.

It was clear that Y/N’s interactions with Harry had spilt over into her mind while she was getting into it. It was that intense stare that he had, his ringed hands, of course there was also the tone of his voice. How he asked her to look at him that one time. She could only imagine him asking her much rougher and in a deeper voice. 

“Daddy...” She whimpered out, teasing her own self over her panties as she read over the comments. Y/N giggled are some, loving he praise if men calling her cute and telling her she was pretty and her moans were turning them on. She went and took off her panties cause she really couldn’t take it anymore, revealing her fishnet covered cunt. “Want a better view, hmm?” Y/N smirked, moving to rip them right over the crotch so everyone could see. “I’m so fuck wet for you... look..” She said all excited, pulling her fingers back to show the strings of wetness on her fingers.

Harry was in heaven. Truly. Or hell, because he wasn’t able to be the one ripping the fishnets up and fucking her in them. Her thighs looked soft and delicate and probably so easily bruised. He could do some incredible work down there. 

DaddyH: Lick it clean, sweetheart. I know it’s sweet.

There was no way she wasn’t so sweet that his teeth would fill with cavities. No way. He wanted her taste all over his tongue. He was a very giving dom, very much eager to make his lovers cum again and again and again so long as they complied with his soft rules. It wasn’t difficult.

Y/N’s stomach filled with warmth as she read over the comment, bringing her fingers to her mouth and sucking on them properly as if they were a cock. She was starting to like the Daddyh character. He was so sweet and polite in his choice of words, paid well. What was there not to like? She removed her fingers from her mouth giggling a little bit as she decided to show off some more. Y/N pushed the laptop back a bit, turning so they could see her ass and how she arched her back for them relieving that she’d had a butt plug in the whole time. Sleek and black with a little gem at the end. A lot of the things she had were gifts from subscribers. She had an Amazon wishlist specifically set up for them as well as a regular P.O. Box that then routed to her home. She had tons of back up fishnets, some used ones she sold online as well. Lots of other things. She quite enjoyed it.

When did she put that in? Harry needed to know. Was she wearing that when she was sat on his fucking couch? He would surely lose his goddamn mind if that was the case. 

He tipped her $50, asking the question he needed the answer to. 

DaddyH: Have you been wearing that all day, pretty girl?

The idea of her squirming in class occurred to him. And then the idea of a little vibrator inside of her that he had the remote to, pressing it on to see her reactions. He would buy her one, fuck. He would buy this girl anything if it meant getting to see her squirm and hear her beg him to let her cum.

Y/N wiggled her bum a bit, turning on her back again with a hum. “I’ve been wearing it all day...” She nodded, reaching over for her vibrator because she really couldn’t wait anymore. Everyone who streamed her knew she was impatient, sometimes if they paid a good amount she’d wait and tease herself first but she was needy today. She just kept thinking about professor Styles. “‘m so needy... been so horny lately, might be on for a while.” Y/N blushed, “or I’ll film some special requests on my onlyfans...” She smirked because she knew she would get lots of money for men begging her to stay but loads for custom content too. Y/N turned the vibrator on it’s lowest setting, starting to move it down on to her cunt where she let out a pleaser sigh. “I wanna cum so bad... just wanna cum.” She pleaded, reading to see what everyone was saying. Y/N turned it up a few notches, letting out a content sigh as she moved it over a specific spot. The feeling was indescribable and the noises that left her just showed how relieved she was.

Harry nearly fell over. Her ass was stuffed when she sat on his couch— and it wasn’t from his cock. Harry particularly loved anal, it was a very hot thing to him and the fact she hadn’t been warming his cock like that was near criminal. Truly. 

“Sweet Jesus.” He breathed, finally taking himself out of his pants. Spitting thick on to the head, he spread it over his cock and waited for her to continue. She had an onlyfans? He would be subscribing and buying content. He didn’t give a fuck. He wanted it and it would be the best way to keep her close but far. He was watching how her legs trembled and her mouth fell open at the feeling, her body arching into the buzzing of the vibrator. Oh, how he would hold it against her and finger her until she squirted all over the bed and make her clean it up with her tongue. He was a sexual man but kinky more than anything. The idea of it all... it was so hot and wrong and taboo and it was even better in his cock’s mind that she was a no go zone. Made it hotter. 

DaddyH: you’ve got such a pretty pussy. How many times can you cum?

Y/N read his comment and let out a whine, turning up the vibrator a few settings higher once again so she could get even closer to her brink of orgasm. “Let’s find out.” She breathed out and continued to crank up the settings. The closer she got the more she thrashed and bucked her hips both up and away from the vibrator. She was very enjoyable to watch she’s been told, specifically because she just couldn’t keep her mouth shut and that she was willing to take a lot. Y/N must have sat there for a few hours just making herself cum over and over again, both with the vibrator and the dildo she had. Once she was all fucked out, 5 orgasms deep, she just laid there and watched the comments roll in. She giggled at a few, breathing heavily as she slowly walked herself down from the blissful headspace she was in. “Thank you, I’m feeling so much better...” Y/N cooed, giving them a smile. “Have a good day or night!” And with that she’d logged off, happy that she had made a new regular.

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[part 2]

A/N: bet you weren’t expecting that huh? 😈 and yes!! punk!y/n - n + d

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Dominant | Taichi Kawanishi x Reader

✧ Summary: Student body president to the most renown school in the Miyagi Prefecture, it made you wonder how Kawanishi, a regular on the infamously dominant volleyball team, was such a lazy jackass.

warnings: language, otherwise none, rated K+ :)

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As the student body president, it was your sworn duty to uphold the high ethics as a student and leader. Many often described your personality as rough or overly haughty from your mean-looking resting face. However, they continued to vote for you simply because you were the most qualified and your very presence screamed authority. You wanted to pursue politics in the future and therefore treated the role professionally. In your first-year, you were already elected as a delegate to the student government. Second-year, you were the vice president. And in your third-year you were the highest position possible. The only thing that kept you held back before was the very fact that underclassmen were not allowed to run as president.

You used the position as practice and cared for your potential constituents. There were a few major players here and there, thankfully they were your friends. Growing up alongside Ushijima and Tendou had their benefits. If you had the favor of the volleyball team, you might as well have the whole school crawling in the palm of your hand. Thankfully, none of the people actually on the team could run for student government since they were so busy with the sport. To win over the rest of the student body, there was a fairly popular second-year student who came from a wealthy family that many just looked up to. You often questioned why she did not run for student govt. and once asked her why.

After spotting her at the library, you decided on approaching the girl, “You would be perfect and I don’t see why not.”

“Thanks senpai, but nah. After you’ve seen the shit that I’ve seen... You wouldn’t want to be the leader of such arrogant little sheep.”

You laughed at her metaphor and asked, “I didn’t know sheep could be conceited?”

“Of course! They’ll give you all the attitude in the world, but still follow you in the end.” She joked. Behind her you recognized the light tuft of brown hair that indicated the presence of the current starting setter of the volleyball team.

“It’s a pleasure to see you, Shirabu-kun.” You nodded to the boy who was waiting for the girl in front of you, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to keep you from your boyfriend.” Almost instantly, they both denied the claim. The both of them were rather sheepish in their words and you wondered really if the two of them did not have something going on.

“That’s cute. Well, when you guys end up going to the spring formal together, be sure to send pictures to the Shiratorizawa Academy page on Instabook!” You advertised to the blushing couple, walking away before they assaulted you with more denials.

You were early to your class and browsed away on said application to see the newest posts. Since you were the secret wielder of the Shiratorizawa page, you saw everything. People were still liking the post of Semi and his girlfriend at the autumn formal and that had been months ago. There were various other couples scattered throughout the page, but when other students saw Semi and his significant other, they could not help but think, “Goals af.”

They were going strong and you could not help but feel a hint of jealousy. You grew up in Shiratorizawa Academy in both junior high and high school and there was not a single person in your year that you were not already previously associated with. The boys were those who were immature or simply someone you did not see pursuing. After seeing Tendou eat four-crayons in fourth-grade or Ohira singing along to the barbie-girl theme song, you could say that your view of many of the boys was incredibly skewed. You knew them for too damn long and there was no way you could date any of them. On the flip-side, the people you spent most of you life with knew your name, face, and outgoing personality more than any other candidate. You won the popular vote with a landslide majority, even during your first-year when three other people were running for the same position. This also came with an obvious disadvantage. Almost everyone knew you and that put yourself in a large spotlight. Your daily life was constantly broadcasted and you had to put on a sunny demeanor even if you were having a bad day. Teachers expected the very best from you and anything less would indicate that you were not prepared to be president, forget being prime minister.

It was unfair of your teachers to take advantage of your position, but you took it with stride and a chin held high. It was your sworn duty and you would not slack on any given responsibility. You would volunteer to help clean a classroom in addition to your duties in student government. To do this and uphold good grades in advanced classes, your social life was nearly obliterated. The only person you kept in daily contact with was him, a new project that a teacher assigned to you almost out of spite.

He was a starting middle-blocker on the volleyball team. That fact in itself made you assume that he was as diligent as Ushijima or his very roommate Shirabu, or really like most of the other members of the male volleyball team. His transcript showed his engagement in advanced classes since junior high. And yet, the teacher aggressively requested that you tutor the young man.

And you learned rather quickly that Kawanishi Taichi was an ass.

It really bothered you that a man with his potential failed to fully utilize it. You had better odds finding Kawanishi asleep in his dorm than in the library with his supposed study group. In advanced, you asked several times for the two of you to meet the group and study there. And more than once, he failed to show up and you simply studied with Shirabu and his not-girlfriend.

After that escapade, you made sure to show-up directly at his door with the reading material, snacks – so he could not complain about being hungry – and enough prayers to Jesus to help you through this trial.

You were sat-up on the edge of his bed, dictating to him which sections of the chapter and the appropriate equations he should memorize for the upcoming exam. Kawanishi was previously sitting next to you, but he opted to lay back with his hands folded behind his head. His roommate, Shirabu, was out (probably studying in the library with you know who.)

You sighed loudly and almost slammed the book shut. “You’re so cute when you’re angry, (F/N).” He commented.

“Flattery won’t help you pass abstract algebra, Kawanishi-kun.”

“I’ve told you to address me by my first name. And hopefully, it’ll get me a date with the most elusive girl on campus.” He slowly drew out.

“And I told you not to.” You sighed again, adding to the innumerable amount, “You were the only one who qualified for college prep classes in your second-year and you’re taking advantage of this by… failing advanced math.” You stated.

“Ouch.”

The pure fact that he shared the same third-year level math class was impressive. You sat in the very front and your attention never strayed from the professor’s lecture and had failed to notice the young-man before. But once you saw Taichi's work ethic up close, you knew he was nearly a lost cause. It was rare for him to study and you only wondered why. The teacher originally told you that Kawanishi had the capacity to be the best in class, only he was barred somehow.

Ugh.

You reiterated the question once more, “Prove that if a and b are nonzero integers for which a | b and b | a, then b = ± a.” You looked over and was not surprised to see that Kawanishi had the audacity to close his eyes! You dropped the book on the ground, startling the boy. “I’m leaving.”

“You have to give me time to think, babe.” You were halfway across the room when he sat-up to write some solution to the problem. Unsure if he was actually doing the question, you went back to look-over his shoulder.

Before you could read to the bottom of the page, he slowly turned his head towards you to say, "Since a | b, there is an integer m with b = ma. Since b | a, there is an integer k with a = kb. Substituting a = kb in the equation b = ma we get b = m(kb), so since b is nonzero we can cancel it to get 1 = mk. Since both m and k are integers, and |1| = |m| · |k|, we must have |m| = 1 and |k| = 1, so either b = a or b = - a.”

You looked back into the book to see that yes, Kawanishi’s answer was correct.

He was giving you his lazy stare, one that even you could not decipher. Kawanishi was waiting on you and you hesitated, completely dumbfounded, “Well… It seems you’re ready for the exam.” You gave a weak excuse and exited from his dorm. He did not fight it and seemed to lie back down as you left.

Kawanishi was an utter conundrum. This was not the first time that he amazed you with his intelligence. You brushed off these previous events as rare, but it seemed to not be the case as time went on. The teacher never indicated he was failing, you only assumed so by the many red-marked on his returned homework assignments. But homework was only a small percentage of the final grade, falling in importance by attendance. Outside of your tutoring sessions, you did not really know Kawanishi in his natural element.

You decided on watching the game between Shiratorizawa and Johzenji High. You spotted other people in the crowd, like the supportive girlfriend of Semi and not-girlfriend of Shirabu, but decided on straying from the rest and sitting elusively alone. Kawanishi was just switching into the game, standing right next to the net. After spending extended time with Tendou in and out of class, you knew the basics to volleyball and his role. It just so happened he shared it with Kawanishi.

He played an offensive and defensive role that competed with the tallest members of team. The tallest person was probably Wakatoshi, but he was middle blocker. After that, Kawanishi seemed to tower over the rest of them – Tendou included. The problem was that Tendou shun so brightly, with his unusual hair and outgoing personality. Everyone was aware of his skill and given nickname, the “Guess Monster.” You could almost call the two middle-blockers opposites. To any outsider, Kawanishi was giving a completely impassive appearance to the enemies on the court. But you knew he was thinking and that the little hamster in his brain was working tenfold. He was capable of blocking the spikes of a certain loudmouthed Johzenji player, who made it necessary to yell at random moments. Kawanishi made it appear as if he was putting little to no effort – probably to keep his cool-looking exterior – but you knew better.

Maybe you judged Kawanishi too quickly?

Shiratorizawa closed both sets in their favor and you made your way down to the court before the crowd could block your way.

“Could I get a picture of the victors to send to the Shiratorizawa page?”

Tendou was eager to nod in agreement before grabbing an underclassmen you recognized as Goshiki Tsutomu and an expressionless Ushijima Wakatoshi. Kawanishi spotted you and looked away, deadpan appearance still displayed on his face.

What the hell was that?

During your private tutoring session, Kawanishi was a man filled with unending charisma and charm. And in this instance, not a full day later, he was ignoring you entirely. Who could possibly explain the paradox that is Kawanishi?

“Why do you want to know so badly, huh?” Tendou supplied your question with not an answer, but another question. You shared an English class with the guess monster and decided that during break, you would ask more about the young middle-blocker.

“You know I tutor him… And I fear that I might have judged him too quickly.”

“He’s an ass.”

“Well, I know that.”

“He doesn’t talk to his teammates much.” He candidly stated, “Kawanishi is very similar to his roommate.”

“Shirabu?” You asked incredulously.

“Yeah, they’re both quiet little shits. They like to sit and observe others around them, only speaking if they were called out. Taichi is quieter than Kenjiro though, the latter is hella salty and has no problems sassing his older ones!”

“Huh.” This description seemed like the opposite one that you were used to. Kawanishi had no problems calling you nicknames and there was never a quiet between the two of you. It seemed like he even took amusement in constantly teasing you.

“Something wrong?”

“Not at all what I expected, that’s all.” You confessed, “He seems pretty lazy.”

“Oh he is!” Tendou interjected, “Don’t get me wrong, Taichi has let a ball hit the ground perfectly in! But he’s smarter than he gives off. We play the same position, but his blocking methods are more experiential. Taichi sticks to read blocking, but when he’s in the zone he guess-blocks like me. And if all else fails, he’ll go for the option he knows he can block.”

“That’s… clever.” You were hesitating in your words and Tendou noticed it, evident from the narrowing of his wide eyes, but he did not comment on it outwardly.

Instead, he replied with, “But it’s obviously not as impressive as my method!”

You laughed lightly and complimented, “Seems like no one can compete with the attention of the guess monster.”

At this point, the teacher entered the room and continued with class. Your thoughts often surrounded the elusive man and you wondered if Kawanishi really did act differently around you than the others, but you were running out of options to ask from. If Tendou’s description was accurate, then there was no way that Wakatoshi could give you more valuable information. Shirabu was Kawanishi’s roommate and closest companion, he must know more than the rest. But surely, he would convey to the middle-blocker your interest and you could not handle Taichi finding out.

You went to the second best.

“How’s my favorite kouhai?” You attempted to coerce the popular second-year into conversation, but she gave you the face that knew what you were up to. It was a widely known fact that she was Shirabu’s best friend, member of a second-year study group that included him, and gossip queen – she had to know something.

“If you need something just say it, (L/N)-san. Better make it quick, I have class soon and I can’t be rude to the only senpai that I like.” You caught her in the hallway, typing away on her phone.

You sighed, “What can you say about Kawanishi?”

“Taichi?” She put her phone back in her bag to look down at nothing in particular, whilst frowning. “He’s a lazy piece of shit who knows better than to act like how he is now. You’re tutoring him, so you’ve probably seen it.”

“Yeah…”

“He’s pretty quiet, but not at all shy. Taichi has a personality that’s rough around the edges and it seems like he has a permanent bitch face on. But he opens up to those he can trust.”

“Oh.”

At that reaction, your kouhai quickly stepped in front of you and stopped walking, blocking your immediate pace. “What do you mean, ‘Oh?’ Do you like him?”

“No, it’s just he’s been acting a certain way around me. I was wondering how much of him I really knew.”

“Like how?”

“Like teasing me, calling me ‘babe’ of all things.” Her eyes widened at the newfound gossip and you could almost feel the internal screaming she was projecting. You were unsure if you should walk-away at the stunned girl or shout to grab her attention.

“How cute.” She simply stated, composing herself in a single second and then was on her way.

That conversation did not help your nerves at all and your next class was shared with the aggravation of your thoughts! You approached life like a simple equation. There were variables here and there, but eventually all would be solved and revealed. Math was your shit and yet Kawanishi defied every prior algorithm of judgement you had unofficially convened in your mind.

Since you were relatively early to class, you took the empty seat next to Kawanishi – which was the very last seat in the back! He strolled in with headphones buried in his ears, showing not a single care. His dark eyes narrowed at your presence, but this time he actually acknowledged you with a casual wave.

“Are we still on for tonight?” He did not dignify you with a response, just a sly lift of his eyebrow that you knew suggested something! But you simply rolled your eyes, happy to see your usual Kawanishi and continued, “For studying. Don’t get anything in that head of yours.”

Woah, take a step back.

Your Kawanishi? Since when did you think of Kawanishi as yours? That thought slipped your mind quickly and almost naturally. That fact alone scared you. The two of you had spent numerous nights studying alone and it was clear that he thought of you as a friend, as per his insistence of using his first name. It seems his determination and utter repetition were finally getting to you. And you were surprisingly okay with that.

This was your hardest class and there were exams every week. The professor handed the last test back and you almost cried at seeing your eighty-nine out of one-hundred! Thank the lord! Amongst the few that took the torture known as abstract algebra, the topic for the last exam was agreeably the hardest and you would not be surprised if you were the curve.

Once the professor returned to his desk, he announced, “Sorry class, there is no curve on the exam grade this week.”

What the fuck?! You had never dropped below a ninety math and it was rare for anyone to be ahead of you. There were a few times that the curve was slightly above you by a point or two, but never a full letter grade.

You looked over to Kawanishi and saw the perfect score that he was failing to hide. His expression was a grim line and you reached over to take the paper off his desk. He did not fight you and allowed you to compare answers.

His work was perfect, his penmanship was sloppy, but the answers were completely legible and circled at the bottom. You even remembered him leaving the classroom earlier than you during the exam. At the time, you figured he was going to take a nap – which he did – and not be bothered by the importance of the exam. But boi, you were wrong.

You felt like an ass.

“Looks like you’ll be tutoring me from now, Taichi-san.” You teased. Kawanishi froze at your sudden playful-tone, one he had perceived before, but never seen used against him. He urged you several times before to use his first name and, of all times, you decided now in the middle of class.

Taichi had observed you through junior high and now. You were smart and made it widely known that you and you alone were the leader. You would inwardly groan at teacher’s directions, but do it anyway because that was simply how you were. He grew in the contrary direction and wanted to know why you were so damn happy leading a bunch of idiots.

The student body was easily swayed and not worth his time to keep a reputation. It was easier to keep an impassive disposition than appeal to those he simply did not care about. And yet, you were just as smart as him and you wanted the favor of those beneath you. Kawanishi wanted to know why you subjected yourself to this arduous task through the years. What could be so good about volunteering time into people who widely did not deserve it?

Kawanishi was willing to let all six-years go to waste. Spend his time merely watching you and never actually saying anything. He could easily grab your attention, but what was the point? Your heart belonged to the student body and you would never dedicate time to just him, another student in a sea of others.

Until his matchmaker of a math teacher forced you to.

Kawanishi silently thanked whatever deity was watching over him. He wanted to push your buttons, see how far he could go before the kitten would show her claws. You were put alongside the rare amount of people he could truly express himself with. And damn, you were pretty entertaining. He loved seeing the determined glint in your eyes after he paid even the slightest bit of attention to your tutoring. Or the way you rolled your eyes in amusement after he gave a rather presumptuous statement.

You were a mature intelligent young-woman, a year his senior, with an honest-heart and an ass to boot.

When you were riled enough, you fought his teasing with your own harsh words. Taichi could literally watch your usually composed demeanor collapse at his words. Your usually kind vernacular would get replaced with punitive and ruthless sayings towards him and it strangely invigorated him to see more. You would heave a sigh and force deep breathes to calm yourself and he loved seeing the dramatic rise and fall of your chest.

Taichi long-accepted his interest in you and was not at all shy at expressing this. But you were just??? So dense??

But now that you were finally teasing back… Kawanishi fought down the strange heat rising to his cheeks and attempted his most casual tone of voice, “You can drop the formal suffix, (F/N).” Damn, that was too low! I sounded like a male pornstar.

You laughed, he was could not pinpoint the exact reason since you were smiling so radiantly at him, “Alright, Taichi-kun.”

He sighed at your teasing and refused to respond to your mischievous statement.

Oh boy had the tables turned.

Neither of you could pay full attention in class since any movement from the other person would catch your immediate notice. The two of you did not have to voice it out loud, but it was obvious that you were both on edge, eager to say something but never actually saying it.

The professor decided on letting the class out early and you grabbed his hand, “Hey. Want to have dinner first before we study?”

Kawanishi mulled over your request, frown slowly tilting to a smile when the classroom emptied. “Can’t get enough time with me?”

“Yeah, whatever.” You joked, grabbing your stuff and walking alongside the male. He was keeping an unusually large distance, but at this point you could almost understand the puzzle that was Taichi.

You were a contender for a spot in the top ranked students in the Academy and it was for obvious reasons. And after observing Taichi throughout the week, his personality seemed clearly defined to you. He was not shy or held-back, but honest. Quiet, since he found no reason to speak to those beneath him. Taichi did not radiate the same intelligence as others, but you could still sense his pride and hidden tenacity.

However, you could not explain why his frank behavior was pointed towards you. You were never a member of the volleyball team and yet he treated you like one of his close friends. Kawanishi was a year your junior and you were the president, so maybe he found the need to place formal respect? But he never exhibited the same regard for other seniors or delegates to student government. You glanced back to the hazel-haired male. He was walking at a leisurely pace, his permanent little scowl displayed to the rest of the world.

You swiped into the cafeteria, grabbed some food, and sat in a booth across Taichi. Conversation was mostly comprised of you talking with his occasional comment. This was definitely new behavior, but maybe not at all. This must be his normal disposition and you were entirely okay with that.

It made you feel special, that he talked differently to you in private.

But the small privacy of the booth did not last long. “Hey, (F/N)-san!” You spotted Semi’s girlfriend, arm-in-arm with her setter. “I just had a quick question about prom.”

You were whisked away with multiple questions of what not to wear and the theme. She ended up taking a seat next to you. You were not at all troubled, it was only part of your duties as student government and you were delighted to share details about the most massive event of the year. Semi scooted into the booth next to Kawanishi. Both boys watched the conversation in silence, giving only a polite greeting to one another.

After giving many thanks, the couple took off with a wave. You and Taichi continued in your dinner and you off-handedly asked, “How do you feel about losing so many senpai’s?”

He frowned and sat-back, “They’re moving onto better things. I trust Shirabu.” You nodded at his explanation and the rest of dinner went by casually. His words were concise and you found his current curt vernacular very similar to Wakatoshi.

The moment the two of you were completely alone, in the comfort of his shared dormed room, Kawanishi did not hesitate to slam the door behind him and flash you a flirtatious smile. “What’s up with you lately, babe?” He walked over to his bed, throwing his backpack on the top. You realized it was not as heavy as yours and spotted his textbooks scattered haphazardly on the floor. You did not comment on it, not this time.

“Why?” You had a raised brow, but wide smile on your face.

“Why do you keep smiling at me, (F/N)?” He questioned, sitting on the edge and leaning forward so his elbows were on his knees.

“Why do you treat me like this, Taichi-kun?” You asked, “I’m not complaining, but I seem to be on a special list in your mind. I just want to know what I did to earn it.”

His gaze shun with understanding and amusement, traveling for you to a spot on the floor, “Maybe you’re not as smart as you think you are.”

Back to the teasing! “Well, you’re definitely smarter than I first thought. So I am sorry I misjudged you for a lazy idiot. You’re just lazy genius, it seems.”

His bit his bottom lip and kept a firm gaze back on you. It was rare to see such an intense stare coming from the boy and you fidgeted in your spot, standing in the middle of the room. “A compliment just to knock me down?” There was no hint of a smile despite his amusing tone, and he continued, “Should I punish you?”

Your smile was wiped clean off your face and you looked at him with wide eyes. There were no words you could respond with to make sense of the conversation, so you simply stated, “Do you think you could handle me?”

Oh my god, why do this sound like the beginning of a porn?! You shrieked in your mind, confidence outwardly radiating but on the inside you were literally screaming.

He gave a light chuckle, smirking away at how easy you were to read. Taichi stood up, leisurely walking in your direction and not showing signs of stopping, “It’s easy to get a kitten purring.” And he continued strolling right past you to his desk. “But first I have to tutor you. Now be a good student and sit-down.”

At this point, you were inwardly heaving at the obvious tension and the fact that his smirk looked so hot. You were always the one who brought the study session back to its true purpose when the two of you deviated. And yet here Kawanishi was, getting you all riled-up just to walk-away from his obviously effective work.

This is bullshit!

You were a whole year older than him and the most powerful student at Shiratorizawa – there was no way this tall-ass sloth was going to one-up you! Taichi, you learned overtime, loved to be in control of a situation. He observed other people from afar and would act according to what he wanted as the outcome. And you refused to be another marionette in his game.

You grabbed his shoulder, whipping him around to sit back down on the bed. Taichi leaned back, eyes wide with surprise. You propped your knees onto the edge, initiating a very intimate very dominate position, and pushed the subject, “I think it’s time you learned your place. You can endlessly tease me when I’m trying to help, but I can’t? You better answer my question here and now.”

“It’s because I have feelings for you.” His eye-contact did not waiver, so Tachi easily perceived your astonished-look despite how well you thought you were hiding it.

You opened your mouth, words not coming out, and slowly leaned closer to the man. At this point, any outsider could observe your pose as straddling his waist. But! This was simply not his way. With you still in a daze, Taichi had no problems switching the positions with him now looming over you.

He grabbed a hand in each of his, placing them above your head in his grasp. “Sorry sweetheart.” Taichi murmured above you, noses gently bumping each other. You leaned upward and closed the distance, lips molding against each other. He tasted of mangos, a fruit you would not have expected of the quiet boy.

You felt the sweep of his lips against yours and opened at the invitation. Taichi previously had a knee on the bed, but now he was fully inclined on top of you, hips to hips and to nose to nose. He moved his left-hand from your shoulder to grasp the back of your head tenderly. He was invading all your senses and it seemed his only goal was to deepen your already intimate contact. Your left hand found itself on his shoulder, gripping tightly as the other hand threaded between his auburn-hair.

You moaned at a particular sensation and Kawanishi leaned back to get a full-look at your flushed face, “Well? I like you too. Keep kissing me, you idiot.” You spurned him on, earning a smile as he pushed you further up his bed to a more comfortable position.

He continued in his dominant pose, not hesitating to place himself over you. The heavy-air was incredibly evident and you knew your eyes were hazed over with lust. You traveled a curious hand from his hip to the bare-skin of his stomach and you swear he basically growled. He was sporting that intense gaze again and you only wondered how you were not aware of his feelings before. Taking away by your thoughts, Taichi returned your favor by placing a warm-hand on your waist and roaming upwards underneath the comfort of your shirt. But he was not stopping.

His hand stopped at the crest of your breast when –

“Oh my god!”

“Leave a sock on the door or something, holy shit.”

You broke apart to see Shirabu and his not-girlfriend in the doorway. She had her hands covering her face, but not her eyes. His poor roommate looked entirely done and not at all surprised. The two of you quickly sat-up, but Kawanishi secured a firm hold on your waist. Shirabu and his study partner did not leave the room, but in fact walked-in further.

Your kouhai was quick to compose herself and started, “Wow, (F/N). You work fast! And you said you didn’t like him, no wonder you were gushing all—”

“Are you leaving?!” You interrupted.

“This is my room.” Shirabu stated, sighing. “But we’re just stopping here to grab books and then to the library to study.” Kawanishi was dead-silent, lips a straight-line, but the hand on you was drawing lazy circles on your skin.

“Don’t hesitate to text me if you need anything, (L/N)-san! Some snacks? A condom?” Shirabu flicked the girl on the forehead before grabbing her and almost dragging her from the room. "You were gushing over me?" Taichi asked, stating the question dangerously close to your ear. "I'm going to kill her." He laughed and extended another hand, both of his arms resting across your waist as nibbled lightly on the shell of your ear. "Now, don't be mean because she was honest." Kawanishi whispered, a tingle traveling up and down your spine and causing you to arch forward into his touch.

“That was hella embarrassing.”

He pulled back, “It’s embarrassing to be with me?”

“No!” You were quick to answer and grab his arm, pulling him back, “Not at all. I just don’t want an audience when I’m being intimate with the guy I like... What if they walked in a little later?”

He raised a brow at your question, smirk splayed on his face yet again and returning to his close-position by your ear, "What do you think we’d be doing?”

“I don’t know!” You covered your face with your hands, corrupt thoughts popping up and you were almost sure Kawanishi could see your thought bubble. He laughed and placed the hands away, returning back to lean his forehead against your's.

“You’re cute.” And he enveloped you back into another kiss.

You were not the sort of couple that would hold-hands in the hallway and Taichi would rarely ever kiss you out in public. But you would not have it any other way. His affectionate side was for you alone and he made sure to affirm his affections the moment you were behind closed doors. You noticed the little things, lingering looks or a smile thrown your way. In the comfort of your privacy, Taichi would not hesitate to have roam his hands on your skin.

Taichi Kawanishi was one-of-a-kind and you thanked whoever was out there for blessing you with such a charming boy. He was still an ass, no doubt, but he was your ass.

You loved him fully and he would not hesitate to do the same.

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Hi!~ you can just call me Alex, please!~ I would like to be anon if that is ok lol the fandoms I want are A3!, Haikyuu!!, and Naruto! 🥰 SFW and NSFW is alright with me! 😉 whatever is comfortable lol

Alright so, intro info! I’m a Capricorn sun, Sagittarius moon and Virgo Ascendant. My modality is Cardinal 53%, Fixed 37%, Mutable 11%. My elements are Earth 51%, Water 36%, Fire 10% and Air 3%. My MBTI is INFJ. I’m also a HuffleClaw with a bit of Slytherin. I have was born with Turner Syndrome. I have ADHD, Autism, Anxiety and Depression. I am agender and I use they/them pronouns though she/her are alright since I’m used to those pronouns lol I am still exploring my sexuality, I am very open dating anyone of any gender so I would say I’m bi/panromantic, however I do strongly connect with the asexual spectrum since trust is a big deal for me lol

I had a coarctation or narrowing of the arota at 6 days old and was pronounced dead on the way to Children’s Hospital. I had open heart surgery soon afterwards. My grandmother was told that with all the mental health issues I could have due to TS, I could be super smart or I wouldn’t even be able to remember my own name. The doctor’s said I would be bad at math. My parents divorced when I was 10 and my little brother was 6. Both of them remarried, my dad once and our mol several times. Though, I won’t go more into that lol just to save you the details, our grandparents raised us and life was -is- really messy ahah

I’m currently going to college. I was supposed to graduate last semester, but I changed my major several times in the last 2 years lol 😂😂 I was a biology major and wanted to work in marine bio/ wildlife conservation and start my own rehab places for marine/terrestrial mammals. I am now a Middle School Education major with areas of concentration in science and language arts with a minor in TESL ( Teaching English as a Second Language). I want to teach English in Japan! 😊 As far as grade school, I always made As/Bs witout even trying and I loved to read, so much so that I got an award for it in 5th grade! I was quiet yet loud and super awkward as a kid 🤣�� I actually loved science a lot and even took AP courses until highschool because the teacher I would have taken in highschool was a really bad teacher who if he had family members and didn’t like them, he wouldn’t like you. He taught my father and his sister and didn’t like them, so least to say young and impressionable me noped out of that fast 😂😂

For a while, I wanted to be a Forensic Antropologist like Temeperance from Bones! 😊 however, we didn’t have a anthro major at my college, only chem lol so, when I started taking upper level courses, I quickly found I much prefer bio to chem 🤣🤣 I still dislike math as I have my whole life, but since I got to college, I’ve only made below a B in one math related course! 🥰

Ok sorry for a lot of random info 🤣🤣 onto other things! So, I’m very shy and quiet at first, but when I get comfortable around someone, that’s when the wierd comes out 🤣 I’m very passionate about education and science! I am a Christian and am very passionate about equality. I also firmly believe in redistributing millionare/billionares’ wealth.

I grew up watching anime and still love it to this day. I have strong connection with Japanese culture because anime was the gateway into learning about it and anime will always have a special place in my heart because of it! Japanese culture and really most if not all Asian cultures resonate with me because of the morals anime had taught me. I firmly believe in balance and hamrony with nature! I was introduced to kpop in middle school and have been a fan ever since lol 🤣 I also like pop/alternative music lol I like P!NK, Linkin Park, Adele and a few others lol

As I mention with wanting to be a marine biologist, I really love animals!~ 💕💜 my favs are otters, foxes, cats of all kinds, dogs, wolves, dolphins, and honey badgers! I currently have a Korat named Lila (li-lah like lilac) she is a very unique cat 🤣 she’s super curious and sorta a crackhead lol I did have a yorkie terrier named Sarah and a miniature schnauzer named Star, but since last June, we had to put both of them down 🥺 Sarah got cancer suddenly late last year and a few months ago Star had congestive heart failure. They were 13 and 14 respectively. They were amazing dogs! Sarah loved to swim and hunt little creatures and was the energetic one while Star was the grouchy old lady 🤣🤣

I also love anything fantasy/superhero! I love HP, LOTR, and Marvel! My fav genre of anime is shounen obvi lol 🤣Lol I also love learning other languages! I took French in highschool and two semester of Mandarin in college lol ( I need to brush up on both 🤣🤣) I am currently trying to learn Japanese! I wanna also learn Korean, Welsh, and Irish! I hope to go teach English in Japan via the JET program at my college! 🥰 I will more than likely stay in Japan after I stay the 5 max years through the JET program!

I also really love video games! I wanna play Persona 5 soo bad 🤣🤣 Horzon: Zero Dawn, the Legend of Zelda series, the Pokemon series and Animal Crossing: New Horizons are some of my favorites lol

Hmmm… what else to say? 🤣 I am typically the mom friend of the group ahaha oh! I am 4’9” and weigh 140 so I’m kinda chubby 😅 I am very self concious about my body. I have green eyes and I wear small, black rectangular glasses. I have moles and freckles all over my body. I have a dyed blonde bob with a brunnette undercut. I don’t have any piercings yet but I do have one tattoo on my inner left ankle!

I am stubborn, passionate, caring, empathetic, understanding, loving, loud, quiet, awkward, hyper, enthusiastic, curious, and I can procrastinate at times due to my ADHD lol I also love to have plans lol I like things to be organized and clean, but I don’t mind ‘organized chaos’ sometimes lol I am also very loyal to my friends. I prefer having a few super close friends than having tons of aquaintances.

Ok so dating lol um I’ve never actually dates anyone before 🙈 I’m also a virgin lol trust is a big issue for me, like aforementioned my parents divorce affected me a lot and I have a strained relationship with each of them due to the divorce and the events over the years afterwards. Plus, as a Capricorn, school/career is my main focus. I’m so busy with college and trying to figure myself out, I haven’t got time for dating ahaha so my irl soulmate will need to be a hell of a person and have the patience of a saint to deal with me 🤣

Even though I have never been in a relationship, out of curiousity and wanting to be knowledgeable, I have researched BDSM lol 😂 I am definitely not into slave/master, whipping, or anything super hardcore at all lol though, mild stuff like toys, handcuffs, spanking, biting, dirty talk, brat/tamer or daddy (mommy)/ little girl and blindfolds would be stuff I’m willing to try out lol basically, some light pain, toys and anything where I can be submissive and cast my cares away while still being able to be sassy/defiant suits me 🤣

Oh! For the purposes of this matchup, just male characters is fine lol like I said, I’m still trying to figure myself out so, for simplicities sake, assuming heteronorms is alright lol

Hmm as far as a type of guy I like, I can give you some anime examples 😂 Portgas D. Ace from One Piece, Itachi/Kakashi/Shikamaru from Naruto, Roy Mustang (also shoutout to Solf J. Kimblee as a guilty mention 🤣) from FMA!B, Kisuke Urahara from Bleach, Zuko/Sokka fron ATLA, Gintoki/Kamui/Takasugi/Shinpachi/Hijikata/Katsura from Gintama, Daisuke Kanbe from The Millionare Detective- Balance:Unlimited, Shinso Hitoshi/Shindo Yo from BNHA/MHA, Levi/Beel from Obey Me!, Itaru/Omi/Sakyo/Misuki/Tsuzuru/Kazunari/Banri from A3! And many more 🤣🤣 sorry for the long list lol basically to sum it up my type is kinda laid back, a lil perverted, confident, dominant, funny, teasing/flirty, caring, intellgent, mysterious, passionate and stubborn lol

Well, I hope that was enough info to get a good in depth matchup 🤣🤣 I feel like I gave too much but I wanna try to make it as detailed for y’all as possible so you can have an easier time with the matchup ahah thanks a lot, I love your blog and keep doing the good work you are doing! 🥰❤️💜💕 be sure to take care of yourselves and I hope y’all have a great weekend!! 🥰

( I apologize for sending it a second time, but there was some stuff I wanted to add that I forgot to mention until I after I sent in the first one 😭 again, I sincerely apologize!)

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𝐼 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽...

I choose Kiba to be your Naruto boyfriend! when he first sees you, and how quiet and shy you are, Kiba will definitely want to bring your inner playfulness out! And when he sees that you do have some playfulness in you, he will see that you became comfortable enough around him that your inner weird came out! And that would really pull at Kiba’s heartstrings! Kiba will also find it fascinating that you like different types of culture, and how the world works via science and education! He isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but he will definitely appreciate how you think, since he wants harmony in the world too! He will love the fact that you love animals and he will love the fact that you want to be a marine biologist! Being an animal lover himself, he will marry you right on the spot, just for that!

Since you are the mom friend of the group, you can totally take care of Kiba! It might not be the best, but Kiba would really love and appreciate you taking the time out of your day to do stuff for him, even if he didn’t ask for it! He will love your buddy, it being curvy and easy to hold onto, if you know what I mean wink wink. He will find your little beauty marks to be charming and I see him poking your moles and freckles every so often when he is bored! And when you tell him that you want to get tattoos, hell yeah! He will want to be there for when you get your first one!

Kiba will love the fact that you are passionate about your studies, and you main focus is school and your career! He will love the fact that you are don’t want anyone to mess up your future, and where you want to go in life! He may be a bit on the impatient side, but when he is with you, he will understand the need for patience and why it is important! He will also love the fact that you are so loyal to your friends! He doesn’t want to date anybody who isn’t loyal or isn’t compassionate to the people around them, so that will definitely be a plus in your book!

For the spicy stuff, Kiba at first would not know what he is doing but once he figures it out, ho boy, you are in a for a treat! Biting, lots of biting, and him being just very dominant, wanting to please you and make you feel like you are on cloud nine! He will let you do what you want, if it means that you are going to like what you guys do in the bedroom! From the biting to the dirty talk, he is up for anything!

I choose Sakyo to be your A3! boyfriend! Sakyo will see your shy and quiet persona and think nothing much of it, but once you get comfortable around him, enough so that your inner weirdness comes out to play, he will be surprised that you were hiding such a fun and cheerful person away from him! He will also like the fact that you are passionate about science and education, since Sakyo himself is definitely one to go to science for something that can’t be explained, and he is one to like education too, since it gives you wisdom on subjects you didn’t know about before! He will love the fact that you love his culture so much, from the anime to the actual history of Japan. He will feel that you super educated on the subject, and will be appreciative of how much you love where he is from! 

Sakyo will find it adorable that you love animals, and he find it admirable that you want to become a marine biologist! It is a hard job, learning about all kinds of animals, and then discovering new ones! Yeah he will find it very impressive! And if you were to ever tell him that you want a dog or some kind of really cute animal, he will never able to say no to you! So you should use that to your advantage! As for video games, he isn’t one for the, but if you ever try to get him to play with you, he will have a hard time saying no! It will frustrate him though, that you’d keep beating him at all of them!

As for appearances, I feel Sakyo wouldn’t care about what you like, it’’s all about what is on the inside, and when he sees that you are a passionate, loving, caring, a mother figure to your friends, loyal to them, and empathetic to the people around you, he will just know that you are the person for him! Seriously, yeah he might like your curvy body, but what will really give make him like you is the fact that you are just a really nice person for people to be around! He will definitely understand the sentiment of having just a few close friends, than having like twenty acquaintances.

Sakyo will love the fact that you’d rather focus on your studies than have a boyfriend that could distract you from your future career! He would be glad to wait for you to accept him, until you are stable in your career and would be able to start dating you like he wants! And for a little spicy time, he would be a dominant as all hell. Like he would be so into dirty talk and taking you to heaven with his mouth. You might tell him you want to some like spanking and biting, and he might be into the biting, but the spanking makes him feel a little weird, so he might do it as often. But! If you ask, him he will have no reason to say no! So you better have fun with him!

I choose Iwaizumi as your Haikyuu boyfriend! Much like Sakyo, Iwaizumi will see you shy and timid demeanor and think nothing of it, and if anything, he will think it is kind of cute, but would have an inkling that you are more than you put out. And once Iwaizumi sees that, yes, you are more than shy, that you have your weird quirks and can be quite loud, he will find you even more cute, what with the way you act around him and not the others! He will find it so cute that you only act like that with him and nobody else! And much like Sakyo, he will find it awesome that you like his culture so much! From the anime to the language, and everything else! He would even offer to help you learn the language and such, to help you better understand his culture! Iwaizumi love the fact that you like superheroes and practically anything fantasy! I suspect that Iwaizumi also love Marvel and such! I also feel like Iwaizumi is extremely good at video games, so when he plays with you, make sure you try your best to win against him!

Iwaizumi will feel a bond with you being like the mom friend, since he has to constantly watch over Oikawa like he is his child! And for appearances, much like Kiba, I feel as though Iwaizumi will see your blemishes and your curvy body and think it is just uniquely you! Something that he associates with you alone! And the uniqueness will definitely get him to really like you! But I feel like he will really like girls in glasses so that is a definite plus for you!

Iwaizumi will love the fact, like the others, that you are a loving and caring person. Someone that is passionate and driven! And the fact that you have all your plans thought out and organized in your own way? Oh yeah, he would definitely like that! And the fact that you are so passionate about your future that you’d much rather focus on that instead of being in a relationship! He’d understand, would he hate that fact that he has to wait for you to be stable in your career? Yes, he wouldn’t like it one bit, but he wouldn’t leave you because of it! Will he wait for you? Most definitely!

For the spicy stuff, ahahahaha Iwaizumi. He is like. A dominant bottom, he’s okay with essentially whatever you want to do, as long you both are having a good time, and you guys are feeling good! As for the biting and the spanking and all the kinky things you want to try out, he’d be into it, he’d just wouldn’t know how to go about it, so it would be a learning experience for the both of you! In the end, Iwaizumi would be into a lot of things you guys tried! So beware what he has in store for you in the future!

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The forbidden crack! Untamed prompts: 18/?

University AU: “Negative Space”

[ok so, self projection is a bitch, but I am petty to myself on a regular basis so it’s ok]

[title is from the Japanese concept “ma”, which Wikipedia describes as:

“a Japanese word which can be roughly translated as ‘gap’, ‘space’, ‘pause’ or ‘the space between two structural parts.’ In traditional Japanese arts and culture, ma is more carefully defined as the suggestion of an interval. It is best described as a consciousness of a sense of place, with the ‘intervals’ suggested often being more than simple gaps, instead focusing on the intention of a negative space in an art piece.

Ma is not necessarily an art concept created by compositional elements, such as the literal existence of a negative space. Instead, the intention is often to create the perception of an interval in the viewer experiencing the elements forming an art piece, making maless reliant on the existence of a gap, and more closely related to the perceived experience of a gap.

Ma has also been described as ‘an emptiness full of possibilities, like a promise yet to be fulfilled’, and as ‘the silence between the notes which make the music’.”

Fun fact: “ma” also means “but” in Italian, which is what usually follows whatever intrusive thought may plague my mind. Eg: “I may be useless now, BUT just you wait until I get some dopamine to get me through this shitty times.”]

*

Wei Ying never asked for much in his life. He’s content with cleaning classrooms and toilets and nobody can beat him at wiping the marble floors if he works hard enough. Granny Wen, his supervisor, is slightly impressed with his ability to make the wood shine for ages to come. His nephew Jin Ling sometimes comes to check on him when he’s done with senior classes or cram school in the evening, and together they sit down and listen to whatever his older friends in music production came up with during the day. Jiang Cheng occasionally would ask him to keep him company while he grades papers and they bitch about ZiXuan and his inability to dote on their sister. The cafeteria ladies are always nice to him and they give him extra congee because they worry for his questionable consumption of spice products.

He’s fine, really.

So why can’t he stop wandering over to the science building these days? Looking for a clean board to use, for an equation to finally solve? Even if in the end he just takes the chalk in hand and simply stares down at the inky surface in front of him, unable to write. His mind working on a software too advanced for the hardware that constitutes his brain.

Thirteen years. It has been already thirteen years and yet it feels like yesterday, or like it never happened at all. Like it has yet to be. Time blindness is a bitch to deal with, yet dyscalculia and ADHD makes a joke out of you when you love math on a visceral level... but you burned too bright too fast and now you function on no data and with an even shittier signal. Having a burnout at 23 should have taught him humility instead of pride, but Wei Ying has always worked out of spite and certain habits are difficult to forget.

Couldn’t put the number in the right order, switching digits left and right since he was young? Fine. Numbers were concepts anyway, entire civilizations working their magic without even knowing what “zero” stood for. A brain steaming with a million ideas per second? Good. New connections brimming with ideas he could use to better the world.

It worked fine until he let himself down. Until he became a useless empty lighter, a wet match tossed out, carbon monoxide in the air.

Dropped out before finishing his very ambitious, highly dangerous for his psyche, thesis project. Aunt Yu never forgave him for that, not after paying for his advanced classes, not after trusting Uncle Jiang and supporting him despite his many flaws. What good is being first of your class every year, poster child of a teaching system done right, graduating bachelor at 21, if you can’t finish your master at 23 and get your PhD at 25 and start teaching by 27 and drive yourself insane in the process?

Wei Ying dropped out and didn’t finish his master, didn’t enroll in the teaching program, and let everyone down. His Uncle and Aunt looking down on him, whether out of pity or shame. Jiang Cheng may have been the one leaving him behind, but he used to be the one saying “you should have tried harder”. YanLi worrying over him when she should have focused on her career first. Jin Ling growing up with stories of his uncle “not being worth the money put into his education”, taught to not disappoint and make his family proud. The Jin side, that is.

And now the kid comes crawling in defeat to him instead of Jiang Cheng after bombing a test in high school. And they chat of what he would like to do and how much he likes sports and how much he despises the idea of getting a scholarship for that and being called stupid or something by his classmates. And he cries when he thinks Wei Ying cannot see him as he leaves the campus late at night.

Wei Ying didn’t even want to solve that impossible theorem he fixated on in his early twenties. His thesis project was inconsequential in the great scheme of things and his professor only wanted him to be his one trick pony in the end. No. Wei Ying wanted to teach math in elementary school, hell... even in kindergarten. He wanted to change the approach to the subject. Because numbers cannot be taught like language is and there are many ways to teach how to sum up digits and divide quantities and there are no rules on how to make sense of space either.

But how can he teach when even time eludes his senses?

Something that nobody can define, but certainly most perceive as linear... but not him. Not since his brain fried up in his attempt to function like a normal human being.

After thirteen years nothing has changed.

Until one day he hears something else aside from his usual intrusive thoughts and burdensome memories. A melody so quiet he almost mistakes it for the wind, coming from the music building.

He walks slowly, night surrounding him like the embrace of a friend as he makes his way to the traditional musical instruments room. The one where Jin Ling’s friends meet sometimes as they wait for the younger boy to join them. Wei Ying holds his breath as he spies through the gap of the door left ajar, neon light slicing his face like moonbeams as he peeks in and recognizes Jin Ling’s friends and another figure sitting on the ground, guqin on their knees.

But before he can lean in and breathe in the vibrant sounds all around, the door opens and music theory Professor Lan finds Wei Ying clutching his mop for dear life.

They said the man could see colors within the notes, that he despises language outside of his class or office and that only his brother, the history of art TA, could convince him to talk every now and then.

If numbers were created to measure space, Wei Ying firmly believed music had been invented to make sense of time and count its seconds in rhythm and notes, pauses and beats. Yet, time seems to stretch to a stop as the janitor focuses all of his attention on professor Lan’s stern face and his heart quickens its pace.

Wei Ying takes a rushed breath and dives right in with a weird sense of hope pumping in his veins. A small, timid voice whispering that life is not made to be atoned, but to move on and grow.

One step at a time.

“I’m Wei Ying, Professor Lan. May I listen while you play?”

Yes, maybe it will be enough just to let time flow at its pace.

Whatever rhythm that may be.

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[some hcs down below]

WWX does not magically solve the math theorem. he may or may not help kids figure out how to use numbers on the long run tho. no, he will still work as a janitor and there’s nothing wrong with that.

yes, LWJ is autistic and stimms and finds WWX’s honesty soothing. yes, you can add your hcs on the matter. he has synesthesia, but more on the grapheme-color side of the deal than anything else and he sees certain letters/numbers/notes in different colors. people think he can see colors in music, but they misunderstood and thought he could recognize different hues while listening to music instead of reading it.

JC has grown since his uni years and doesn’t resent WWX anymore. he teaches astrophysics as a TA and doesn’t pressure his brother to pick his studies up anymore. WWX has mixed feelings about this: he feels he’s a lost cause, to the point not even his brother spurs him to best himself anymore, but he is grateful for the patience anyway.

LXC is the official LWJ translator of the campus along with their cousins SiZhui and JinGyi. he bonds with WWX and JC over how tired they are, seldom staring at flies roaming above them in the cafeteria bc none of them can even move. he lives on caffeine and regrets, but he’s getting better as he develops a love for his plant babies and tries to not let them die on a daily basis.

Wen Ning and Wen Qing are little overachievers and adrenaline junkies, hence their competitive streak on their way to their third master degree just for funsies. they scare people with how driven they are, but the juniors love them.

NMJ is the one to go to if you need to get away with murder, but JGY will actually be the one helping you dispose of the body. the fact that they both work in criminal law is somewhat both reassuring and disquieting. they hate each other and yet cannot stop hang out, they are close to 40 and need the rivalry to keep going anyway. nothing beats a good nemesis. not even sex. maybe.

NHS has failed his entrance exam to become a nurse too many times to count, but he is determined to see the end of it. even if he could potentially work in the family business, but he doesn’t know anything about managing an empire of bricks and he doesn’t care. if NMJ could run away, well, so can he.

MianMian is Wei Ying’s bestie and has the biggest crush on JGY’s sister A-Su the kindergarten teacher, but since they are childhood besties she doesn’t know how to approach her. she is Jin Ling’s idol and a certified boxer and refers to herself as a useless bisexual. Wei Ying boxes with her sometimes, she always win.

YanLi is an equestrian mum, but in the best way possible: she coaches children for shows and teaches them horses should be loved and feared equally and that if you want to shoot arrows from a running horse you should always, ALWAYS let go of the stirrups the moment the beast gets too unhinged to ride. JC fears her, WWX is only glad she didn’t train police dogs for a living.

ZiXuan actually loves his wife, but WWX and JC question his career choices and the fact that he’s a retired lawyer spending his family fortune while he’s a stay-at-home dad and does all the housework. WWX and JC believe he should give their sister a better life and work his ass off to deserve her, but he does make amazing rice cakes and keeps up with Jin Ling’s studies and is very supportive of his dreams.

A-Qing and Song Lan are siblings and sometimes bring JC food from the campus cafeteria where they both work at, while Xiao XingChen and his carer Xue Yang work with LXC for a project on accessibility for visually impaired visitors of the local museum. JC and LXC work to make Song Lan and Xiao XingChen fall for each other, but the youngsters are too protective to let them play matchmaker so easily.

[this is all for now. please, if you want, add your own headcanons!]

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AUctober Day 13 - High School AU (check out @solangeloweek for prompts)

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Will Solace walked into the coffee shop on the corner of a road he’s never been down. It’s a little place called The Silver Kettle. He wasn’t surprised to see it was already full of students with laptops and textbooks, cradling cups of coffee like it’s their lifeline.

He was hoping that, since he had never heard of it, much less been there, that it might be emptier than the various Starbucks and libraries in and near his town. Unfortunately for him, not even going to study in the next town over can help him escape the hell that is midterms.

Will’s tests were scheduled twice a day, leading up to Christmas break, and had taken the courageous decision to not start studying yet. It was currently a Thursday, and his first two tests, Chemistry and Latin, were scheduled for that coming Monday. Which meant that Will was running out of time.

He spotted one open chair at what appeared to be an empty table, towards the back of the shop. He quickly pays for a large hot chocolate and a blueberry muffin (+1 point for the rainbow flag that was hanging on the wall behind the counter) and makes his way over there before the seat gets taken.

Will realizes, though, as he approaches the table, that he was wrong. Nearly blending in with the dark wood from the wall was a kid dressed in all black with dark hair. The boy had earbuds in, and like most of the other students, had a pile of notebooks, textbooks, and an accordion folder that was overflowing with study guides and miscellaneous paper.  The other chairs must have been taken and added to other tables for study groups because only the kid’s chair, and the chair that Will was planning to take remained at the table.

Will knew that, realistically, the boy wouldn’t care if he sat down and worked too, or at the very least would understand. Still, his heart pounded as he set down his cup on the table.

The boy glanced up for a moment, pulling an earbud out as Will opened his mouth to speak.

“Hey, uh, sorry. There’s only one seat left and I really need to study. Can I…?” he gestured towards the empty chair.

The boy just nodded, already putting his earbud back in. Will breathed a sigh of relief. Shrugging his heavy backpack and placing it down with a thud. He opened it, getting out his chemistry textbook, trying to put off his Latin work as long as possible.

After an hour or so, though, Will felt like he was drowning in element names and conversion equations. He still didn’t want to attempt his Latin work yet, so he procrastinated by fooling around on his phone for a while.

Eventually, as his phone battery dropped lower, as did his study time for the day before he had to get home, he decided to bite the bullet and pulled out his Latin notebook.

Latin was his first period class, meaning if he wasn’t half-asleep, he was probably joking around with Lou Ellen in the back of their class. (Giving into her requests was probably his biggest weakness; he probably should have just stuck with taking French).

“Is that Latin?” The boy across from Will spoke, startling him and snapping him out of his trance down at the paper. For the first time, Will got a good look at his face.

He had olive-toned skin with a slender jaw and chocolate eyes that shone like broken glass. His hair, so dark it was nearly black, was wavy with curls that hung in front of his eyes and around his ears.

He was gorgeous.

And he was also waiting for Will to answer his question.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, it is,” Will replied, shaking his head. “I’m completely useless at it though.”

“I could help you out if you want?” the boy offered. “Is it for a midterm?”

“Yeah, on Monday,” Will managed. It felt like his heart had leapt into his throat. “Do you take Latin too?”

The boy flushed slightly. “Oh, um, no, not exactly. Not anymore, at least,” he said shyly, shrugging as he spoke. “My dad made me learn it when I was younger.”

Will wanted to accept his invitation. He wanted nothing more than to spend the next few hours sitting next to this kid, working up the courage to ask for his number. Unfortunately, one glance at his phone confirmed that he really needed to get going soon.

“Can I take you up on that offer another day?” Will asked with a slight wince. “I really need to get home soon, but we could meet here tomorrow, same time if you can? I’ll buy you a coffee of a muffin or whatever you want-” Will rambled on, but was interrupted by the boy laughing.

“Tomorrow is fine, um-”  he said with another smile, then paused as Will realized he had never introduced himself.

“Will. Will Solace,” he said quickly

Nico smiled again, practically glowing in the soft afternoon sunlight that seeped through the window. “Nico di Angelo,” he said, sticking out a hand. Will stopped packing up his bag so he could shake it.

“See you tomorrow, Solace,” Nico said as they both stepped out of the building. He waved as he began to walk in the opposite direction of Will’s car.

Will just stood and waved back, catching one last glance of that smile before he turned around.

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“So what you’re telling me is you flirted with some guy, planned a date, and then forgot to ask for his number?” Lou Ellen asks in a louder voice than necessary as they walked to lunch.

“Lou, be quiet, ” he hissed as a few heads turned to glance at them. He was out to essentially the entire school, but that didn’t mean they needed to know the details of his failed love life.

It was true, Will had realized that once he had gotten home. Now with no way to communicate with Nico, (Will had already searched for his Instagram,) he just had to pray that Nico would show up today.

“Besides, we didn’t flirt. And it’s not a date,” Will added as they sat down. “He just happens to be incredibly cute and also incredibly skilled in Latin.”

“Mhm,” Lou Ellen raised an eyebrow, taking a bite of her granola bar as she stared him down.

Will glared at her, trying to push away the heat spreading in his cheeks as he stabbed his salad with his fork. “Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything,” she held up her hands in surrender. “Just, next time you find love at a coffee shop, make sure you bring me along.”

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“I wasn’t sure if you were going to show up,” Will said, sliding an iced coffee across the table per Nico’s request. “But I’m glad you did.”

The shop was a little emptier than it was the previous day, which was good after Nico came nearly ten minutes after they had originally planned to meet. Though, to be fair, there was never really a set time.

Nico smiled. “Well, I did need a new charity case.” At Will’s glare, he just grinned wider. “I’m kidding! It’s not like I use my Latin skills on a daily basis. Only to help hopeless blonde boys who have terrible taste in baked goods.”

Will looked up from his muffin. (They were good, okay?) to see Nico wrinkling his nose. “What do you have against blueberry muffins?”

Nico rolled his eyes, ignoring Will’s question. “Let’s just get started.”

Their shoulders brushed as Nico sat down next to him, and sparks spread up Will’s arm and through his body.

Why did he think this would be a good idea?

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Two hours and one muffin later, Will’s head was spinning.

Nico was still scanning Will’s notes (“your handwriting is atrocious, Solace,”) seemingly unfazed. “How would you say-”

“Can we take a break?” Will asked, rubbing his eyes.

Nico gave him a look. “Didn’t you say your test is on Monday?”

“Yeah, but,” Will took a deep breath, stretching as he did so. “If  I have to conjugate another verb I think I’m gonna lose it.”

Nico didn’t look entirely convinced; nevertheless, he closed Will’s notebook.

Will leaned back in his chair. “Wanna play twenty questions?”

Nico’s eyebrows furrowed, but an amused smile spread across his face. After a moment, he replied “Sure.”

“Alright. How many languages do you know?”

Nico laughed. “I don’t think this is how twenty questions works”

“Too bad. Answer the question,” Will smiled.

“Define know,” Nico asked.

“Know as in you can say at least two sentences in it.”

Nico looked up at the ceiling for a moment; he appeared to be counting on his fingers quietly. After a moment, he looked back at Will. “Six.”

Will look dumbfounded. “No way. What languages?”

“English, obviously, and then my mother was from Italy so I grew up learning Italian, my father made me learn Latin, I was required to take Spanish at school for eight years, I’m learning Greek now, and I’m in the ASL club at my school,” Nico listed off.

Will just sat there, wide-eyed. Of course, the beautiful kid he met at a random coffee shop was also extremely smart. Life wasn’t fair like that, and yet amazing at the same time.

“What about you?” Nico asked.

Will shrugged. “English. Some French, though I kind of forget a lot. Clearly not Latin. And I know a few ASL words, not enough to really know it.”

“Just enough to curse at friends without teachers or parents knowing what you’re saying?” Nico grinned, his head now leaning on his hand as he leaned closer to Will. It was intoxicating.

Will grinned, almost breathless. “Exactly.”

They continued to go back and forth as Will asked the next question. “Favorite subject?”

“English. You?”

“Chemistry. And stop copying my questions. Least favorite subject?”

“Creative, Solace. Math. What do you want to do with your life?”

“Medicine, probably. Or maybe some sort of teacher. You?”

“I thought we weren’t copying questions. And I have literally no idea. Any pets?”

“A dog. Can I have your number?”

They both stopped short at Will’s question. Nico’s face flushed as Will tried to figure out where the heck that confidence came from.

Will coughed. “In case I need a Latin tutor for finals, I mean.”

“Oh! Um, yeah, of course,” Nico nodded, and Will noticed some of his smile fades. Nevertheless, he held out his phone for Nico.

“So, um, should we get back to studying before they kick us out of here?” Nico asked, handing Will’s phone back.

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Will had been back to The Silver Kettle a few times after his midterm was over. Each time he saw Nico, but the boy was so wrapped up in his schoolwork that he didn’t want to bother him. And, yeah, he could have texted him, but Will couldn’t ever work up the courage to do it. He wanted to see Nico in person again.

(And he had to do it soon before the store ran him broke. To be fair, their blueberry muffins were really good.)

“Why are you coming with me again?” Will sighed Lou Ellen as they walked across the street towards the shop.

“Because you'll wimp out if I don’t. And if you don’t do it now, then Nico is going to think you’re some sort of weirdo stalker.” Lou Ellen linked their arms. “And because I would love to find someone to tutor me. I do need some help in Chemistry.”

Will shoved her slightly. “I could help you with Chemistry.”

“Yeah, but it wouldn’t be half as fun as finding my true love in a random coffee shop.”

They unlinked their arms just in time to step into the shop together. Once again, Will immediately spotted Nico in the corner, once again at the same abandoned table. Hardly anyone was there this time, due to midterms being almost completely over, but the boy was still hunched over a notebook.

“Is that him?” Lou Ellen whispered. Will just nodded, shoving his hands into his coat pockets. “Well then what are you waiting for?” she asked, shoving him towards Nico. Will glanced back with fear in his eyes, but Lou just winked at him before getting on line.

Will took a deep breath, walking towards the table. Nico looked up once he got close, eyes sparkling as he pulled his earbuds out, much like when they first met. “To what do I owe the honor, Solace? I thought you were avoiding me.”

“No, um, not avoiding you,” Will said, laughing nervously. “Just busy. I got an 88  on my Latin midterm.”

“Hm. That probably could’ve been better if you actually paid attention while we were studying,” Nico said with an amused smile as he sipped his coffee.

“I don’t know about that. I was expecting a 70, so I really appreciate you helping me.”

“You’re welcome,” Nico smiled. “I guess this means you won’t need a tutor for your final?”

“Oh no, I definitely will. Plus, we never finished our game of twenty questions,” Will pointed out.

“You are right about that.”

“But, um,” Will took a deep breath. “I was thinking we could finish our game before that. Maybe somewhere besides this place? We could go out to lunch or something?”

Nico looked up, cheeks turning red all the way up to his ears. “Like a date?”

Will nodded. “Yeah, a date. Is that a yes”

“Yes. That would be good,” Nico smiled.

“Cool. I’ll text you. See you later, Nico.”

“Later, Will.”

Lou Ellen followed him on the way out, handing him a cup of hot chocolate on the way out. “Did you do it?”

“Yeah,” Will smiled. “Yeah, I did it.”

~~~

Six months later, Will found himself stepping into The Silver Kettle once again with a backpack full of study guides and textbooks. Though, this time, he knew he had someone waiting for him.

“Took you long enough,” Nico rolled his eyes as he slid iced tea and a muffin across the table to Will. Now with the June weather, it was too warm for Will to be ordering hot chocolate. However, blueberry muffins fit every season.

Nico still wrinkled his nose at them. It was only a few weeks into their relationship that he admitted he despised any sort of baked fruit, which Will stored away for later. Now he just smiled contently at his boyfriend.

“You do realize we still have to study, right?” Nico asked as he opened his laptop, glasses already perched on his nose. (It took a few months for him to get comfortable wearing them around Will, who thought he looked adorable.) “Your Latin final isn’t going to pass itself, and neither is my Chem exam.”

Will grinned wider. “Hold on,” he said, whipping out his phone to take a picture of the two of them. Nico pretended to scowl as he flipped off  the camera.

Once Will checked the photo, he laughed. “Hey! Can’t you do one nice one?”

Nico shook his head. “Nope, sorry.”

“You’re mean,” Will frowned, but there was no real sadness behind it. “Don’t you know that we met exactly six months ago?”

Nico smiled. “Yeah, and your Latin hasn’t improved at all.”

“Hey! At least now I’m passing!”

“Thanks to my help,” Nico pointed out, and Will just leaned over to kiss him. If they were anywhere else, Nico wouldn’t have let him (he wasn’t the biggest fan of PDA, although they did hold hands all the time). By this point, though, they were regulars at The Silver Kettle that nobody who worked there paid attention, much less cared.

“Should we play twenty questions in honor of us meeting?” Nico asked.

“Technically we didn’t play twenty questions until sixth months ago tomorrow,” Will said, to which Nico rolled his eyes. “But if it means we can put off studying, then of course. You go first.”

“Okay, if you had to get a tattoo of something right now, what would you get?”

Will smiled. “Your face.”

“You would not.”

“You’re right, I wouldn't,” Will laughed. “But it is a very pretty face.”

“Well thank you-” Nico started to say, but Will interrupted.

“Okay, my turn. I love you.”

This time around, Nico didn’t hesitate to speak. “You didn’t answer my question. And that’s not a question either,” he as pink spread across his cheeks.

“But?”

“But, I love you too,” Nico said, surprising Will when he leaned over to kiss him. When they broke apart, Nico spoke again. “Now answer my question, or I’ll start quizzing you on Latin vocab.”

Will grinned. “A blueberry muffin.”

“Shut up. I take it back, I hate you.” Nico said, failing to hide a smile.

“No, you don’t” Will kissed his cheek.

“No,” Nico said, pulling him into another kiss that tasted of blueberries. “No, I don’t.”

~~~

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[writinglikealover]

Stupid

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Minor swearing? (like really minor) If you’re allergic to fluff then beware I guess!

Word count: 2562!

Summary: Three times You and Peter get interrupted and one when you don’t.

A/N: So this is an entry for @spideyboipete‘s writing challenge. The Prompt was Yeah... I’m lost. this is also one of the longest things I’ve ever written! Hope you all enjoy it!

English Literature was your jam. You loved to read, Classics, Romance, Mystery. You name it you’ve probably read it.

Which was why in the back of your English literature class you didn’t feel guilty not paying attention. Instead you found yourself staring at the back of one Peter Parkers head.

You sighed to yourself. You were so out of his league. You weren’t exactly a super genius in science like nearly everyone else at this school but you did your best. Peter would probably want someone typically smart like him. At least that’s what you’d convinced yourself judging by the people he liked in the past anyway.

It didn’t stop you from imagining what it would be like to smooth down a stray strand of his hair. What it would be like if he held you close and leant in…

The school bell snapped you out of your thoughts.

“I want your practice papers on Dracula in by Friday please.” Your teacher shouted over the students gathering their things. You hung back a little watching Peter collect everything into his binder. A little harshly by the looks of things. You wondered what he was annoyed about.

“Yo! Penis Parker! Where’s your girlfriend? Don’t tell me she’s fictional!” Flash started yelling across the classroom. You rolled your eyes used to his stupid words by now.

“Shut up flash you only tease Peter because you don’t even have a penis.” You hiss at him. Flash rounds on you.

“Oh? What would a stupid girl like you know? Why are you even at this school Y/n? I thought idiots weren’t allowed at this school.” You bit your lip. His words weren’t untrue per say. But boy they sure stung.

“Yeah that’s what I thought.” Flash said after a moment of silence. He strode off looking proud of himself. You huffed and snatched up your folder. As you were about to go out the door you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned to find Peter. Your mind races. Oh god what did he want? Did he want to ridicule you too?

 “Thanks for sticking up for me.” You smile. Trying not to make it obvious that your heart was racing a thousand miles a minute even if you were relieved that he didn’t want to tease you.

“Don’t mention it. Flash is just a bully no one deserves to be talked down to.” You turn and start to make your way to your locker. Peter easily keeps pace beside you.

“Then why did you let him talk to you like that?” You shrug.

“It’s not really a secret that My science grades aren’t the best Peter.” He raises an eyebrow.

“Your English grades are top of the class though. You aren’t stupid.” You smile a little at that. At least someone noticed.

“Sure but I don’t think it really matters. Science is what people really care about here.” You make it too your locker and start grabbing your things to go home.

“Then maybe we could help each other out?” You shake your head.

“What?”

“I need help in English. I just don’t get half of the work she gives us. I don’t really understand the whole book to begin with and if you help me, I’ll tutor you in science.” You look to the side at Peter. His face pleading with you to agree. You wouldn’t be able to say no to Peter if you wanted to. Damn your stupid schoolgirl crush.

“Okay. When do you want to start?” Peter’s face lit up with a smile and your heart swooned.

 You couldn’t help but feel that today had gone agonizingly slow. You’d both agreed yesterday that you would study Tuesday and Wednesday. You’d help Peter get from B to an A and he would help you get from C to at least a B+ or so you hoped.

All you’d been doing was wishing the day was over. Even prompting Betty to ask you why you were distracted when you sat with her at lunch.  So now here you were end of the day, a nervous wreck. The bell rang.

“Crap” You hissed at yourself. You were not ready to make a fool of yourself. Still you picked yourself up and walked to your locker. You organized the books you needed and shoved them neatly into your bag. Then you walked across the hall to Peter’s locker where you’d said you’d meet him.

“Hey Y/n ready to go?” He asked shutting his locker.

“Sure.” You silently followed him out of the school.

 What did people usually do in these situations? Oh man. You really were in deep.

“So… You hang around with Ned a lot.” You begin hoping you don’t sound too cringey.

“Yeah. We’ve known each other forever.” You smiled.

“Must be nice to have a friend like that.” Peter raised an eyebrow at you.

“Yeah. But you and Betty seem pretty close.” You smile.

“She’s a good friend yeah but I’ve only known her a little while. I didn’t exactly have the best time making friends in my last school and when I came here it took me a month to even go up and talk to anyone.”

“Why? You’re really nice.” You shrug.

“I… Uh… Well. I’m not exactly the best conversationalist to begin with and I just get nervous.” You fidget with the strap of your bag.

“Well I like you. You don’t have to work hard to win my friendship.” After that it went a little smoother. You stopped in at a sandwich shop – called Delmar’s you found out later- and got snacks then headed up to Peters apartment.

 “I don’t think my Aunt May is home yet so we can use the kitchen table.” He said turning the key in the lock.

Peter’s apartment is nice. Everything is homely you find. You could imagine Peter living here.

“Make yourself at home.” He says dropping his keys in a bowl by the door. You make your way over to the table and start to lay out your English work.

“So where do you want to start?” He laughed a little.

“The beginning please! I just don’t understand any of the metaphors.” You nod.

“It all boils down to a vampire threatening the foundations of Victorian society and the men rising up to defeat the ‘evil’ vampire doing so.” Peter frowned.

“yeah… I’m lost” You shake your head and sit down on the sofa where Peter has sprawled himself out.

“Okay so Dracula basically is the main threat of the book right?” Peter nods.

“There’s pretty much three things the book presents as being a threat to the men fighting against Dracula. One is the threat of modern advances becoming irrelevant against ancient evils. Second is Cristian salvation. The woman are the third. How woman being ‘sexy’ is looked down upon. It’s sexist as all heck but it’s a classic.” Peter shook his head.

“How do you even figure this stuff out? Like there’s no real answers.” You giggle a bit at that.

“You can’t approach it like math. There’s no right or wrong answer to anything really. It’s all about what you interpret from the text.” The rest of the discussion went really smooth. You were in your element explaining all the themes and characters actions. You barely even noticed the time going by.

 “Hey Peter I’m home.” A woman says coming through the door.

“Aunt May. This is Y/n. She was helping me with English.” You wave politely at her.

“Hi. Nice to meet you.” She gives you a friendly smile.

“You too. Are you staying for dinner?” You shook your head.

“Oh thank you for the offer but my family’s expecting me back…” You look up at the clock “Oh really soon. I should get going!” You start gathering your stuff.

“Next time then?” Ms Parker asks you.

“Sure. Me and Peter are studying again tomorrow.” She smiles.

“Great! I’ll cook!” Peter made a face at that. You laughed at his grimace.

 “I’ll walk you home.” Peter offers.

“Oh… you don’t…” Peter holds a hand up to cut you off.

“It’s getting late Y/n. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”

“Okay then.” The walk back to your place wasn’t too far luckily. There was a comfortable silence between the two of you and every time Peters hand accidentally brushed yours you felt electric tingles run through your fingers. It feels too soon when you arrive on your doorstep.

“This is me,” You say pointing at your house. “Thanks for walking me.” Peter smiled and rocked on his toes slightly.

“Wouldn’t want a smart girl like you getting into trouble.” You laughed.

“I’m stupid not Smart Peter.” He took a step towards you. You could feel his breath on your face now.

“You aren’t stupid. You’re very clever. No one holds a candle to you Y/n.” He starts leaning in when Your mother opened the door. You sprang apart like your feet were on fire.

“There you are! Thank you for walking her home.” You mother smiled at Peter.

“Oh no problem. Anyway I’ll see you tomorrow yeah?” He asks looking hopeful with those doe eyes of his.

“Of course! Have a nice night Peter.” With that you went inside.

  In your opinion the next night of studying goes well. The first half of the session you finish up with the English lesson you gave yesterday. That was when May came home and started on dinner. You’re now nervous about where to even start on Science.

“So what do you wanna start with?” You sigh and glance around the room. You can’t even face Peter.

“I guess Physics since that’s the hardest.” Peter runs a hand through his hair.

“Sure. Here let me see your notes so I can see what we need to work on.” You pass him your notes hesitantly. You bite your lip as you watch him read through them.

“That aren’t too bad.” You shake your head.

“Yes they are. They’re all over the place.” He grimaces and sucks in air though his teeth.

“Yeah. They are.” You wave your arms to exaggerate your point.

“Yeah! I’m lost!”

“I can see how with how unorganized these are. Here we can use my notes. I’ll take you through them all.” So you spend the next hour going through all his notes and revising the stuff you’d already tried to learn.

“You make everything seem so easy.” You sigh rubbing your temples.

“Nah. You just never had it explained to you like this.” You turn to Peter and smile.

“You’re a great teacher Peter. What would I do without you?” Peter shuffles closer.

“You would drown in notes that’s what.” You giggle. The urge to smooth down a stray curl on his head rises in you. Your hand gets halfway before you realize what you’re doing. You pull it back and smooth your own hair back instead.

“Let’s take a break. We’ve been at it for ages.” You groan.

“Sure. I think dinner is almost ready.” Peter says poking your nose. He stands up and offers you a hand. You take it giddy you get to hold his hand if only for a second. He pulls you up a tad too fast though and you stumble into him. His strong arms are there to steady you though. When you look up at him he has that doe eyed look from last night. You start to lean up when…

“Dinner’s ready guys!” May says cheerily from the doorway to the kitchen. Peter drops his arms and you both turn to face her.

“Sure May we’ll be there in a sec.” glancing at Peter his cheeks seem a bit red. You’re sure your face is the same.

 “This is really good!” You says commenting on May’s lasagna.

“Yeah this is actually edible!” Peter receives a smack on the back of his head from May for that comment.

“Thank you Y/n I’m glad you like it.” You smile.

“Peter’s just bitter cause he can’t cook.” You say smirking at him.

“Hey don’t gang up on me!”

“Us girls gotta stick together Peter!” You say nudging him with your elbow.

“So how long have you been together?” May asks. You nearly choke on a piece of garlic bread.

“May we aren’t going out.” Peter says giving May a look you can’t discern.

“That’s a shame. You could use someone like Y/n to keep you in check.” She says winking at you. You sip your water and smile at her.

 When dinner is done you offer to wash up and Peter volunteers to dry. You quickly collect the plates and take them to the kitchen. You start the water running.

“I’m sorry about her.” Peter says following you into the kitchen.

“Oh no. Don’t worry about it.” You start to scrub the plates clean.

“She’s always trying to find me a girlfriend.” He sighs picking out a clean tea towel from the drawer.

“Why don’t you have one?” You try to come off as asking an innocent question. Though your heart is racing to hear his answer.

“Guess I haven’t found anyone I want to go out with yet.” Your heart drops a little.

“No crushes then?” He laughs a bit.

“I didn’t say that. There’s this one girl I like. Though I don’t know how she feels.” You nod solemn wondering who the lucky girl could be. Then you get an idea in your head. You start flicking water at Peter.

“Hey!” He says laughing holding up the tea towel to his defense. He inches closer and eventually grabs your wrists leaving yourself trapped between him and the counter.

“You got me.” He grins.

“Are you always this mischievous?” He teases. Feeling bold you reply.

“Only with people I like.”  Peters eyes have a twinkle in them. You stare entranced by them. You don’t realize he’s leaning in until…

“Why is there water all over the floor?”

 Next Monday

The bell rings and you jump up to race over to Peters desk. You’d been waiting all day to find out what he got in English.

“So… show me!” You say excitedly. Peter grins and pushes his paper towards you. Your eyes flick to the top.

“Oh my gosh that’s amazing Peter!” An A+ sat proudly at the top.

“No you’re an amazing teacher. Come on then show me Thursday’s test results.” You pulled the paper out of your bag and set it down.

“So you’re definitely not stupid. You just didn’t have the right teacher.” An A- was a massive leap from where you had been a week ago.

“You’re the best Peter. Now all you need is a girlfriend and you’ll be perfect in May’s eyes.” You joked. Looking around the room everyone had cleared out. Peter stood up.

“Oh I think I have an idea for that one.” You held your breath.

“You do? Please do tell.” Peter stepped closer.

“I think I just need to show her.” With that Peter leaned down and kissed you. It took you a second but you kissed back with enthusiasm. It was everything you imagined, Peter’s lips were soft and his hands held your arms gently. You giggled when he pulled away.

“I think I should help you study more often if that’s the reward I get”

[homenum-revelio-hq]

Welcome (again) to the Order of the Phoenix, Amos!

You have been accepted for the role of non-biography character MAURICE CREEVEY with the faceclaim of Tom Sturridge! We really enjoyed reading through your application! The idea of a Muggleborn character who is actually not all that excited about going to Hogwarts is awesome! He’s resentful that he was taken away without a choice - resentful that he can’t go back and be the same person. We’re so thrilled to have him as an addition to the cast!

Please take a look at the new member checklist and send in your account within 24 hours! Thank you for joining the fight against Voldemort!

OUT OF CHARACTER:

NAME: Amos

AGE: 22

TIMEZONE: GMT

ACTIVITY LEVEL: You already have a pretty good idea of my activity. There is also plenty of time when I’m around and could be writing but I am either caught up on Fab or don’t have quite the right muse for him, so hopefully this new charrie can fill those gaps!

ANYTHING ELSE: nope

CHARACTER DETAILS:

NAME: Maurice Creevey

AGE: 24

GENDER, PRONOUNS, and SEXUALITY: Male, He/Him, Homosexual. Gender isn’t something he’s really ever thought about. He’s pretty content in that respect. He is quite unapologetically gay though.

BLOOD STATUS: Muggleborn

HOUSE ALUMNI: Ravenclaw

ANY CHANGES: This is where you can request a FC change or a change from something in the skeleton bio.

CHARACTER BACKGROUND:

PERSONALITY: 

To sum Maurice up very concisely, he’s angry. He hasn’t always been. He was a relatively happy go lucky child, full of endless energy and enthusiasm. Then he was plucked from his life and sent away to a school to learn magic. At first that was pretty cool, after all, every 11 year old wishes they had magical abilities, the difference being they get to grow up and forget those wishes and live normal lives. He has to live with his childish fantasies for the rest of his life. And apart from that, he appears to be in a world where muggleborns are being hunted and killed by an evil wizard and his crazy cult. To make things worse, they can’t escape back to their muggle lives because of all the damn secrecy laws. So yes, he’s angry, and a lot of his actions are fueled by that. Make no mistake though, Maurice is no Gryffindor, he doesn’t use his anger in brash reckless ways, he is more calculated. You may catch it crackling under the surface occasionally, but it would take a lot to make him properly explode. Even slurs like ‘mudblood’ would only make him roll his eyes and perhaps give a snarky retort.

Maurice is a Ravenclaw. He is a big believer that knowledge is power. He did fairly well at his subjects in Hogwarts considering he didn’t try all that hard. He did not choose this path and as a consequence, resented it. He would often get his brother who was a few years older, to send him muggle textbooks when he’d finished with them. He was fascinated by science and maths and history. Of course he had some curiosity for his lessons at Hogwarts, and the things he and his magic was capable of, but the element of choice was important for him. It felt like by attending Hogwarts, a whole area of understanding was suddenly off limits. As anyone knows, forbidden knowledge is the most desirable.

He likes to ask questions about as much as any other Ravenclaw, but he is also a big observer. He likes to take time to gather information before jumping into a lot of things, especially interactions with other people. He by no means stalks people, but a few minutes, to watch, take someone in, before starting a conversation is quite usual for him. It’s all about making informed choices.  As a consequence, unexpected interactions can throw him, making him more awkward than he’d like.

He can be arrogant, he has a conviction in his beliefs that can come across as condescension if viewed the wrong way. He can get frustrated when someone is not following his thinking quite as quickly as he’d like, which is why he’d make a terrible teacher. However, this works equally in the opposite direction. His frustration can be palpable when he doesn’t understand something, and these moments are when he is least in control. A lot of his acts of protest come from anger, sure, but also the frustration of not being able to fathom how things got so bad, why they can’t just make them better now, why people can’t see it for themselves. But usually he is quiet. Unless he is invited to speak, or is so damn angry the words won’t stop, he can keep his thoughts to himself until someone is listening and his words can have an impact.

BRIEF OVERVIEW OF FAMILY: 

Until the age of 11 Maurice grew up in a very normal, working class family in the midlands. His mother was a typical housewife, loving but somewhat distracted, staring out of windows whilst doing the washing up, leaving the dinner in slightly too long when listening to the radio. Maurice didn’t mind, he barely noticed, and she was excellent at bedtime stories, so what was there to complain about? His father was a miner, a tough, but humorous man. He worked hard, and he always came home dirty, but played football with them in the garden the weekends.

He has one older brother. Not the brightest bulb, but the kindest person Maurice knows. Maurice always thought him brave, in a quiet way. There is no one Maurice has ever looked up to quite like his big brother, even if they squabbled and scrapped as much as any other loving siblings.

Perhaps this happy set up, along with glowing school reports and a nice bunch of friends, was why he has always resented being ripped from that life and that path. 

When he was a child, he dreamed of being an astronaut, an archaeologist, a doctor, a lawyer, and what’s more, none of these were stretches for him, with his brain and desire for learning, he could have done it, he could have gotten out of the rows and rows of back to back terraced houses that he and his family were confined to. He could have taken them with him. But he was torn away and sent to Hogwarts, and his parents only vaguely understood, were proud, but in a distant way. His brother became a milkman, a job he enjoyed, but not one that paid well. He married young, his school sweetheart, and they are expecting their first child. They all seem happy enough, they have the things that matter, enough food to eat, a roof over their head, love, but Maurice can’t help but feel he could have saved them. The terror of living paycheck to paycheck, the mundanity of their terraced hells, or just never being able to treat yourself to that little bit extra. He remembered as a child, when his father would be on strike, the unspoken fear that filled up their home. He had wanted to save them from that.

When he would return home for the summer, he would act like nothing had changed, he wouldn’t speak of Hogwarts, or of his magic. He would pretend like he was no different from them, but something had changed and something had broken, and eventually he realised that something couldn’t be fixed. Getting his Hogwarts letter had been the beginning of the end for Maurice. He hated it when summer would end and he’d have to go back, but he also hated going home in the first place.

OCCUPATION: 

Maurice works as a sound engineer at the Wizarding Wireless Network. It was not something he expected of himself, more something he fell into. A job at the Ministry would have gone against all his principals. A deep hatred for ‘the man’ but also the wizarding world in general, he wasn’t about to go work in a place trying to keep it all ticking over, and bore himself to death in the process.

He considered more academic positions, but he’d had a hard enough time concentrating at Hogwarts. Trawling magical forests for new flora and fauna, or raiding tombs and breaking their curses had no appeal to him. Which largely left working class positions or the arts. It was not a tricky decision.

The newspaper was an option, but the fact that the Daily Prophet seemed to have a monopoly on journalism in wizarding Britain didn’t sit well with Maurice. Without another widely available newspaper to oppose their horribly biased reporting, what was the point? He would not be a puppet for their propaganda. For a while, he tried to write his own pieces, publish them independently, but that wasn’t entirely successful. The pieces were convoluted, preachy, and he had no audience, no one to either agree nor criticise him.

Eventually he wound up at the Wizarding Wireless Network. Again, it irked him that there was only one major company broadcasting, but at least they had a bit more variation, and whilst they did broadcast the news, the purpose leaned towards entertainment. It’s not a cause Maurice is particularly passionate for, but it’s not one he opposes.

As a sound engineer, he’s around for recordings and broadcasts, cleans up pre recorded audio, fixes equipment, just whatever needs doing that seems like it fit within his job title. Most of it he learned on the job, but it was fascinating enough to capture his attention, and similar enough to muggle radio not to infuriate him. It also introduced him to the world of pirate radio.

About 2 years after he started at WWN, his friend and mentor quit, and in his last few days, confided in Maurice that he was leaving to start his own show. Technically WWN was the only official broadcaster on wizarding radios, but if you knew how to get a frequency, you could broadcast whatever you liked. He and some friends were setting up a station out of someone’s garage, mostly to play the music the WWN spurned.

The idea lit a flame in Maurice. Of course, the fact that it was ever so slightly against the rules, and possibly the law, made it exciting. But the idea of broadcasting whatever he liked, even if there was no one listening, putting something out there, finite and unique.

So that’s what he does with his evenings at the weekends, he broadcasts late into the night and the early mornings. The Order gives him a focus, not just long rambling opinion pieces that sounds like the inner thoughts of a paranoid conspiracy theorist. He has found a purpose now. His show, it helps spread news, it helps spread information, it helps spread hope. Of course there is the tricky business of making sure the wrong ears don’t hear it, but he’s a smart guy, there’s a way around everything.

ROLE WITHIN THE ORDER/THOUGHTS ABOUT THE ORDER: 

Maurice joined the Order with best friend, Daisy Hookum. He was at the same Squib’s Rights March, right in the middle of the rioting, and landed square in the Order’s gaze because of it.

Maurice has always been an activist, even before graduating Hogwarts, he would hold small demonstrations, conquering whatever stage fright he might have for the greater good. Standing up on tables at breakfast to make impassioned speeches, chaining himself to statues and refusing to go to class, he even came very close to slashing a painting once before the painting’s occupant managed to talk him out of it.

Maurice has taken a lot of inspiration from muggle strikes and demonstration techniques. He remembers picket lines from his childhood, and grew up with the punk movement. He even had a bright red mohawk once before Daisy told him it really didn’t suit him.

These energies are what he hoped to bring to the Order. He recognises that Voldemort and the Death Eaters are the main enemy, but in his eyes, the Ministry are accomplices, and he feels just as violently about them. The Death Eaters may be the ones directly killing people, but the Ministry are letting them do it, even helping them to a certain degree. The fact that so many squeaky clean Ministry employees come to the Order to ‘do their part’ indicates to him, that there are just as many who are going over to Voldemort for the same reason. He wishes more of their actions were against the Ministry directly, but he can also do that in his own time.

Day to day, Maurice is generally a pretty good foot soldier, he isn’t crazy about the actual violence part, but he’ll do it if he has to. He’d like a louder voice at the table, but he knows how these things work, and he knows too many cooks spoil the broth. The fact that they are organised is enough for him. There is a system, and if he ever feels he needs to take something to the top, then he knows how to do that.

He has also brought his pirate radio platform to the Order. It’s a good way to spread news to people such as those being helped by the dissendium task force, and a good way to organise large groups of people. And also quite simply, it can raise spirits. Assuming that people tune in to listen. Maurice doesn’t think it’s quite being used to its full potential, but it’s getting there. The Order function on secrecy, whereas Maurice wants to inform the masses. There is clearly a conflict of interest. 

(I see this radio show as being very similar to the Potterwatch of the second wizarding war, and if it isn’t quite at that structure yet, then building it up to that during the game.)

I think although he is happy to fight with the Order, and be on the front line of the fight against You-Know-Who, his main motives are doing something about the International Statute of Secrecy, even if he is a little distracted by other things and other causes, it all really comes back to him having the choice to fight, to flee, to live his life where he pleases, taking the elements of both cultures and combining them. And he wants that choice for others as well. A lot of his anger and frustration is on a very personal selfish level, but he does recognise that he’s fighting this cause for people other than himself.

SURVIVAL: 

Being both muggleborn and publicly vocal in his opinions, does put a bit of a target on Maurice’s back. He’s had a few close scrapes in the past, but luckily that’s as much as they were. Making enemies with a lot of purebloods perhaps isn’t the most efficient way to survive this war. He doesn’t move around a lot, thankfully he’s never been traced to his home address and he wants to keep it that way. He rents a little place in Muggle London, clean and comfortable enough, but out of the way and non-descript. He wards it heavily, and takes great lengths to make sure he isn’t followed home.

He isn’t too bad at dueling, but it isn’t his greatest strength. Mostly he relies on quick thinking rather than brute strength. And paranoia. He’s seen what the other side is capable of, and he’s heard enough of Moody’s lecture like speeches to know how to watch his back.

Still, he can lay awake many nights, realising there that if he continues to fight like this, there is a large chance he won’t survive the war. Is it worth it? He usually falls asleep before reaching a conclusive answer. Needless to say, as a 24 year old, he is terrified of dying. He is just also too angry to let that stop him.

RELATIONSHIPS:

Daisy Hookum: Friends since first year, he and Daisy have a special bond. There are very few people who know him as closely as Daisy knows him. Even his family, who he loves dearly, can’t understand him the way Daisy does. They may have been brought together by class timetables and group projects, but what bonded them was their shared views of the world. Particularly as they got older, they could talk for hours and hours about their politics. They didn’t always agree on every point, but respected each other enough to hear the other out. Of course this wasn’t the only thing that kept them friends. They could have fun together, let loose, forget for a little while that things were so bad, forget how angry they were.

They joined the Order together, as they did so much together. But then Daisy left for her year in the muggle world. Since then the relationship has been strained. He understood better than most what she was trying to do, but the reality is still that he felt abandoned, and jealous, that she could go off and live her ‘muggle’ life. It’s become obvious since her return that Maurice’s idea of activism is now split from hers. She wants to take a more passive role, and Maurice couldn’t bear that.

Caradoc Dearborn: Caradoc is someone Maurice begrudgingly looks up to. On the one hand he is everything he despises, wealthy and pure blooded. But the way he conducts himself is something that Maurice admires. He can’t help but want to be in Caradoc’s good books. If he had an issue within the Order, he would most likely take it to Caradoc.

Mary MacDonald: Mary is a more recent friend. They were a few years apart at Hogwarts and so only got to know each other after they both joined the Order. A lot of Mary’s politics match up with Maurice’s, and apart from that they are very compatible on a personal level. She is one of the lucky few Maurice has let in. Of course it helps that she is muggle-born as well, he feels that with so few of them inside the Order, they really have to stick together.

He has never been the most social of people. It is not that he doesn’t enjoy company, more that he doesn’t settle. If he is going to spend time with someone, properly invest in them, he wants to be sure they are the right person. He does not do this consciously you understand, but he is constantly assessing and reassessing the people in his life. First impressions, as he’s found, are often misleading, but that doesn’t mean doesn’t heed them. He’s more inclined to search out the red flags than give someone the benefit of the doubt. The people who slip through the cracks however, get the best of him. The warmth, the wit, everything he’s been desperately been bottling up waiting for the right vessel to pour it into.

Generally, Maurice is going to feel some animosity for the richer, pure blooded members of the order, but he’ll tolerate them. He’s also going to be fairly uninterested in those who aren’t as active in the cause, or any cause for that matter. So maybe he’s made a few enemies within the Order, or at least brushed some people the wrong way. Or perhaps he’s been pleasantly surprised by others.

OOC EXPLORATION:

SHIPS/ANTI-SHIPS: No ships or antiships, I’m really open to anything. I do see Maurice as gay, so I think relationships with women would be unlikely, but I’m a sucker for some unrequited love plots, or maybe some confused one night stands. Basically anything is on the table.

WHAT PRIVILEGES AND BIASES DOES YOUR CHARACTER HAVE?

Well Maurice is a white male, so let’s start with that. I don’t think feminism is high up on his rank of causes, or racism, simply because I don’t think it’s played a huge role within his personal life experience. He probably doesn’t even realise a lot of the privileges he has as a white man.

He’s also gay, and whilst he is quite unapologetic about that, his sexuality seemed to be more of an issue in his muggle life than in the wizarding world, so it isn’t something he feels the need to fight about all the time. Again there are more important causes right now.

As a person who grew up in a working class family, he generally just resents the wealthy, and he won’t give them much chance to prove themselves to him either. This definitely stems from growing up poor, but perhaps if he’d been able to make his own fortune and save his family from their poverty, then he wouldn’t feel as strongly. In that sense it’s quite hypocritical. Now it’s also tied to the fact that the wealthy are the ones in control, both in the Death Eaters and their reign of terror, and at the Ministry, making and enforcing the laws that keep them all trapped and helpless. It hasn’t missed his attention that most of the wealthier wizards are pureblooded, so he’ll often lump them in with his disdain.

This works the other way as well. He’s willing to overlook a lot of shit that his working class/muggle born acquaintances get up to, forgive a lot of their sins. I don’t think he realises he does this, but it certainly happens.

He doesn’t necessarily hate the people who work for the Ministry, even if he has a dislike for the establishment and the way it’s run. He understands everyone has to work, and most don’t get the privilege of doing something they like or agree with entirely. There is a bit of time though where he’ll figure out their motives before he really trusts or likes them.

Law enforcement isn’t particularly in his good books either, but that is perhaps more linked to his view of how muggle police act towards protests and demonstrations.

When it comes to the issues of half-breeds, he’ll go along to the marches, he’ll sign the petitions, he’s probably up to date on all the latest views and opinions, but again, it’s not at the top of his priorities.

WHAT ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO? You already know I love this roleplay. I’m looking forward to being more active hopefully, interacting with a wider range of characters, playing someone who is quite different to Fab as well and stretching those writing muscles.

PLOT DROP IDEAS: 

I would love to see his pirate radio show have an effect somehow, either positive or negative (but maybe more positive at least at first, I’ve already done a lot of disappointing the Order with Fab).

I would love to see how his bloodstatus affects him. If he is genuinely more in danger for being a loud annoying muggleborn, it might be nice to work that into the larger plot somehow.

ANYTHING ELSE? I haven’t put whether he’s low level or mid level in the Order, I’m happy for either, wherever you think he’d fit best.

EXTRA FOR NON-BIO CHARACTERS:

PAST: 

Maurice Creevey grew up in the midlands, part of a typical working class family. His mother was a housewife, and his father a Miner. The strikes and picket lines his father was a part of were some of his first experiences with activism, and the spark didn’t stop there. Maurice was rudely torn from his happy muggle life by the revelation he was a Wizard and the letter ‘inviting’ him to study at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. With no choice but to follow this path, Maurice has resented it ever since. He didn’t waste his time there by any means though. This was when he got his first taste for activism, protesting in the great hall and demonstrating in classes. These habits followed him faithfully into adulthood, developing until he found real urgent causes. At the top of his list, was tearing down the Statue of Secrecy that traps all muggle-borns in the wizarding world whilst an evil wizard and his cronies are attempting to pick them off one by one, and also prevents the muggles from fighting back on their own terms.

PRESENT:

It’s his activism that brought him to the attention of the Order. He is a good soldier for the Order, willing to do what has to be done and follow orders dutifully. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t have his own intentions. Maurice works for the Wizarding Wireless Network, and a few nights a week he hosts his own pirate radio station. Sometimes his broadcasts can get hundreds or thousands of listeners, all scared but hopeful, wanting to hear what no-one else is telling them, the news the papers won’t print, the the stories the WWN won’t air. The Order value their secrecy, but Maurice knows information is power, and knowledge gives you a choice. He knows he can use his show to the Order’s advantage if only it’s given a chance.

FC CHOICES: top choice is Tom Sturridge, I’m not very good at fcs so if you don’t think he fits I’m happy to go with recommendations!

[littlemonstersau-blog]

Meet The Parents

Written by @jkl-fff, illustrated by me

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Bill, meticulously arranging props in front of laptop: … Okay, that looks enough like organization getting unintentionally messy … [puts cotton balls in cheeks to make them rounder, straightens tie, puts on stolen glasses, picks up pen] And now, to wait for the skyelp to come through! [bends over “homework” as if dutifully studying … holds exact pose for over 5 minutes while quivering with excitement]

*laptop chimes as skyelp comes online*

Dipper, excitedly: Will? You there? I’m here with Mom and— [registers costume (especially new additions of sweater vest, tie, and glasses) and gasps]

Bill, beaming and voice-cracking: Dippy!

Dipper, breathlessly happy: … h-hey there …

Ms. Pines, squealing softly to her husband: My gosh, he’s so cute!

Mr. Pines, just as softly and trying not to laugh: He looks like a tiny, Irish accountant. Like he’s balancing the ledgers for the Leprechaun King.

Ms. Pines: I know! I just wanna pat his chubby, little cheeks and put a pencil behind his ear!

Dipper, blushing: M-Mom! Dad! Don’t embarrass me with B-Will! [clearing throat] Um, Will. This is m-my Mom and Dad.

Bill, dripping with wholesome enthusiasm: Pleased to meecha, Ms. and Mr. Pines! I’m William Corduroy, but you can call me Will. Or even (ugh) Willy, if you like.

Ms. Pines: Well, Willy, it is sooo nice to finally meet you!

Mr. Pines, sternly: What are your intentions with my son? [gets smacked by wife while son groans] What? C’mon, I had to ask it at least once. I’m a dad!

Bill: My intentions? [flashes through everything he’s imagined doing with Dipper since the twins had to go home … it’s pretty wild; blushes; starts to sweat] hhh … HOLD HANDS! MAYBE KISS FACE! CH-CHERISH! [gestures helplessly at Dipper] I mean, look at him! What else could anyone intend with him?!

Ms. Pines and Dipper: D’awww!

Mr. Pines, still sternly: You tell me. What else do you intend?

Dipper, burying face in hands: Oh, Moses, Dad …

Ms. Pines: Dear, stop, you’re making the poor boys nervous. And teenage boys already sweat enough as it is. Just look at Dipper.

Dipper: Mom!

Ms. Pines, insistently: We can have a talk about … safety and responsibility later. [Bill and Dipper exchange a horrified look] Right now, we’re here to get to know Dipper’s little boyfriend. So stop acting out clichés for 5 minutes, please. Now, Willy … um … How’s your day been? What’ve you been up to?

Bill, relaxing visibly as things go back on script: Oh, y’know. Same old, same old. School. Now I’m just here at the library, gettin’ my homework done for the weekend. [gestures at prop “homework” like a good student] Sorry I couldn’t do this at home where you could meet my dad, but we don’t have a computer. If you can believe that. It’s also why I’m still wearin’ these school clothes.

Dipper, confused: School clothes? Gravity Falls schools don’t require uniforms. They’re public.

Bill: Oh, well … Today was … special.

Dipper: Did you … dress up just to impress my parents?

Bill, a little defensively: Golly, I just wanted to make a good first impression! So your folks’ll, y’know … like me. And let us keep being together.

Ms. Pines, charmed: Oh, don’t worry, Willy. It worked; I think you look absolutely darling!

Bill: Gee, thanks! I can see where Dippy gets his sweet personality!

Ms. Pines: Oh, you!

Mr. Pines, rolling eyes: Okay, honey, dial back the falling for cheesy compliments. Anyway, Will, what do you like to study?

Bill: Oh, I really like math. Especially … trigonometry.

Dipper, snorting: Pff! Seriously? Oh, um, inside joke.

Bill: Perpendicular.

Dipper: Hahaha! C’mon, man, be serious!

Bill: Let’s see … I also like psychology. Dream analysis is fun, ‘cause then I getta tell people that, like, I’m the boy of their dreams … analysis! At least, I getta tell Dipper that.

Mr. Pines, snorting: Okay, I’ll give you points for that one, kid. Dad Joke level of corniness. 6.5/10.

Bill, grinning: Gee, thanks!

Mr. Pines: You getting good grades in math and psychology?

Bill, playing at modesty: Oh, golly, sir. I don’t wanna brag … But it is easier to work hard when it’s fun, y’know? Unlike the way they do history classes here.

Mr. Pines: Boring teachers?

Bill: Yeah. Plus, they’re complete schills for the conservative military-industrial complex. It’s bad propaganda done borin’ly.

Mr. Pines, perking up: What makes you say that?

Bill: Oh, the usual. The don’t even teach that Ben Franklin was secretly Gwen Franklin, that JFK was killed by mobsters from the future to keep him from becomin’ a robo-dictator, and that Ronald Reagan was a mind-controlled puppet put in power by a conspiracy of billionaires to keep colonizin’ other countries for their resources and essentially slave labor.

Mr. Pines: Ugh! Tell me about it! And it’s all because they want to keep the populace uninformed and easy to pacify.

Bill, defiantly: But it’s not gonna work on me! Or Dippy! We do our own historical research and stick it to the man!

Mr. Pines: Boo-yeah! Tear down corporate capitalism! [turns to wife] Okay, I like this kid.

Bill: I can see where Dipper gets his keen judgment of character. Along with his striking good looks.

Mr. Pines: Oh, go on!

*Dipper gives bill a secret thumbs-up*

Ms. Pines, smirking: Okay, now who has to dial back the falling for cheesy compliments? [turns back to Bill] So, math and psychology and rebellious history study … Given any thought to what you’d like to do with those when you grow up?

Bill, feigning thoughtfulness: I … think … I’d … like to make video games. Coding and design and such. But ones that make players think and be creative.

Ms. Pines, impressed: Really? Has Dipper told you that’s the kind of work I do?

Bill: What? No! Gosh, Dippy, why’d you never tell me! That’s just swell, ma’am! What kind?

Ms. Pines: Indie games, so there’s a lot of side-scrolling and retro RPG elements—very basic gaming elements— but sooo much more heart. And, like, artistic integrity. The kinda stuff that really touches people.

Bill, starry-eyed: That’s the kinda stuff I wanna make!

Ms. Pines: It’s not easy … but it’s worth it. So, how’d you and Dipper meet? When’d you start dat—

Mr. Pines: Wait, sorry, hold up. Is that a freakin’ skull? [points at shelf]

Bill, genuinely surprised: What? [turns, has to take off glasses to actually see] Well, gosh, it looks like it is.

Dipper, mouthing silently: Why in the 79 hells would you even put that there?!

Bill, honestly: I’m honestly not sure why the library’d have that. I didn’t even notice it.

Mr. Pines: Might wanna get your prescription checked, kiddo.

Bill: They’re reading glasses, so …

Dipper, mouthing silently: Where’d you even … ARE THOSE GRUNCLE FORD’S?!

———

[Meanwhile, back at the Shack, Ford, stumbling around all squint-eyed: Ah, Stan, there you are! Have you seen my glasses?

Sascrotch, standing mutely like a taxidermied figure: …

Ford: It’s the darndest thing. I’d swear I set them on the end table when I laid down to take a nap, but couldn’t find them when I woke up. Of course, I’m not having much luck finding my glasses without my glasses.

Sascrotch: …

Ford: What? Oh, am I still getting the silent treatment for saying you’re too old to have hair that long?

Sascrotch: …

Ford, indignantly turning away: Fine, who needs you anyway? I’d find them without your hel—

Ford, tripping: AAA!

Ford, lying flat on his face: … I’m alright!]

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Bill, continuing as if to the Dad, but actually to Dipper: It’s fine. Don’t worry about it. [goes and puts a book in front of the skull] There! Problem solved!

Mr. Pines: Yeah, that’s much bet … Is that The Necronomicon?!

Bill, genuinely surprised again: … Huh. Looks like it is. [picks it up, pages through it … shakes head] Nah, it’s just The Nockoffronomicon. You can tell ‘cause it doesn’t mention Shaggy or even Bob. And instead of Cthulhu, it’s dedicated to Cthhula. [puts different book in front of skull] The best dancer among the Elder Gods, am I right?

Mr. Pines: Heh … 7/10 for that one.

Bill: Gee, thanks! Anyway, um … D’you mind if I tell ‘em, Dippy? You’re sure it’s okay? [pretending to get bashful] So, um … Dippy used to have a crush on my big sis, Wendy. And ‘cause she works at the Shack, they’d be, like, hanging out together a lot. He even came over to the house a few times. And, um, naturally I had a crush on him from the get go, ‘cause just look at him! Who wouldn’t?

Dipper, blushing: Ah, jeez …

Ms. Pines: D’awww!

Mr. Pines, grudgingly: D’awww …

Bill, making himself grin and blush wholesomely: So I started coming along to hang out. Then, before I knew it, it was just us hanging out alone together. And we were exploring the woods one day when we found some wild mistletoe—golly, I told him, “That’s wild mistletoe. That’s what it looks like in the wild.” and then he said … No, he stepped under it first, then he said, “Guess we gotta kiss now.”—and so we kissed.

Mr. Pines, slapping his son on the back: You sly, little dog!

Bill: And I was like, “Gee, that was swell!” Can you believe it?! Real lame-o line to follow a first kiss, right? And he was like, “We could do it again, if you want.” And I said, “But, gosh, we’re not even dating! Everyone’ll think I’m a boy-floozy!”

Ms. Pines: HA! Oh, that’s precious!

Bill, giggling: Y-yes, ma’am! It was! And then Dippy, he said, “Well, be my boyfriend. We’ll start calling our hang-outs dates, and I’ll fight anyone who calls you a floozy.” It was soooo chivalrous!

Dipper, beet red and with his hands in his face: Stahp …

*a while later, after the parents have left*

Dipper, relieved: That … That went a lot better than expected. And they sure loved Willy Corduroy.

Bill, self-assuredly: Natch. I’m inescapably charming, no matter the alias. [pulls out cotton balls and tosses them in the trash] If you ever call me Willy, though, I will shank one of your stuffed animals. That was me takin’ one for the team. Which is us, by the way. The team is us.

Dipper: Heh! Yeah, I gathered that.

Bill: Still, I’m surprised they never asked about my eyes …

Dipper: Oh, I “warned” them in advance. Told them you had a medical condition, and that you were really sensitive about it.

Bill: Good thinking. You’re so smart. And handsome. And sexy.

Dipper, grinning: Stahp!

Bill, grinning back: Nope. Never. Because I love you.

Dipper: Hehehe! I love you, too … Willy!

[steviemae]

study buddy // sp

requested by @ruwaidahmulia

“Will you please help me study for this stupid test, y/n?” Sweet Pea begged.

“No, Pea. if i’m the one who helps you, you won’t actually study. You’ll just get distracted and i want you to pass just as much as you do.” you said shutting your locker door and facing him.

“I’m desperate to pass.”

“No. you’ll spend the entire time trying to kiss me.” you said rolling your eyes.

“I’ll keep my hands and my mouth to myself, i promise.” he said raising his hands up in surrender.

“Have Doiley tutor you. He’ll be less of a distraction.” you said patting his chest.

“Are you serious?” he called after you as you walked down the hallway. You ignored him making him sigh in frustration and turn to head towards his own class.

Over the next couple of days Sweet Pea still begged for you to help, you held your ground and told him you couldn’t help him because he wouldn’t take it seriously around you. In the middle of your math class you began to think of ways to help Sweet Pea study without being there physically, when an idea popped in your head that would be beneficial for the both of you. You quickly asked for permission to use the restroom, but headed straight for the lounge where you knew Sweet Pea was as it was his free period.

“Sweet Pea, i have a proposition for you.” you announced as you walked in.

“You’re finally going to help me study?” he asked.

“I am. Meet me at my house tonight after your meeting and we’ll get you a passing grade in no time.” you said smiling at him.

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Sweet Pea showed up to your house in lounge clothes and his backpack ready to learn all things chemistry so he could pass this test.

“So what was this proposition you were talking about today? You never told me.” he said as he followed you up to your room.

“Well, i was originally thinking of way to help you study without being there physically - flashcards, power points, study sheets, that kind of thing. But then i remembered that that’s not how you learn so i came up with this idea.”

“And how do i learn?” he asked furrowing his eyebrows.

“Well you’re very what’s in it for me. So i figured if you had some incentives for each question you got right you would be a chemistry nerd in no time.” you grabbed his bag from him, taking out his notebook and going over the notes and the shitty study guide the teacher handed out to see what kind of information you were working with.

“Okay so Mr. asshole here is known for giving study sheets that have a bunch of stuff on them that won’t be on the test so we’re going to get rid of that,” you said crumbling up the study guide and throwing it in the corner where your trash can was, “let’s work chapter by chapter, using the questions the book provides at the end as the study guide.” you said flipping to the first chapter out of the three he will be tested on.

“Wait, what’s the incentive for whenever i get a question right? You never finished explaining.” he asked as he sat on the floor leaning his back against your bed.

“Right. For every question you get right, i’ll take off an article of clothing. For every question you get wrong, i’ll put one on. But seeing as i’m fully clothed i’ll skip the put something on until i have at least one thing off.” you explained. You were sure to put on spandex shorts under your sweats and a shirt under your hoodie to at least make this last longer than you thought it would and so you didn’t end up naked before chapter two.

“Ballsy. I like it.” he said making an impressed face. You weren’t normally one to put yourself out like that, but you knew with Sweet Pea, you could trust him. You also had this burning crush for him and this seemed like the perfect opportunity to act on it. You moved to sit on the floor in front of him making yourself comfortable.

“Alright, first question.” you said sitting criss-cross-applesauce and placing the book on your lap.

You went through every question in chapter one and Sweet Pea hasn’t managed to get any of them right causing him to get frustrated.

“I can’t tell if you’re frustrated because i haven’t taken off any of my clothes or because you’re getting these wrong.”

“If i’m being completely honest, both. But i’m more frustrated that i’m not getting any of this.” he said running his hands through his hair.

“Okay, break time. We can study all night long if that’s what it takes. Let’s take a break and grab some snacks before we move to chapter two. We’ll come back to chapter one later.” you said putting the book on the floor in front of you as you moved to stand up. Sweet Pea followed behind you, audibly annoyed with himself and chemistry.

When you returned to the room with all of your snacks you jumped right into chapter two. Where Sweet Pea again, got all of the questions wrong.

“Sweets, how about you take some time to read over your notes. Maybe the reason you’ve gotten them wrong is because you haven’t looked at your notes since you took them in class a week ago.” you said.

“Good idea.” he grabbed his notebook, flipping through his notes. He read through them as he munched on the peanut butter sandwich you made him. You took the time to scroll through your phone for a bit, responding to Toni’s message asking how the study date was going. After a while, Sweet Pea closed his notebook and gave you his full attention, “Alright, i’m ready. Start with chapter one.” he said. You smiled and grabbed the book asking him the first question.

“Okay, one of the essential minerals in the human body is salt. How much salt is in the average adult body?” you asked looking at him when you finished reading the question and patiently waiting for his answer.

“250 grams.” he said. You eyes widened as he gave you the right answer.

“That’s right. You got one right Pea!” you said happily.

“That means you have to take off a piece of clothing.” he smirked. You rolled your eyes, moving the book from your lap long enough to take off your hoodie.

“Alright, next question. The symbol Sb stands for stibnum or stibnite. What is the modern name of this element?” you asked.

“Antimony.” he answered. You moved the book again, standing up and pushing your sweats down your legs leaving you in your shorts and t-shirt.

The rest of the night went like that - Sweet Pea knocking every question out without getting one wrong. He was on a roll. You were left in nothing but your sports bra and underwear.

“Alright, Pea. last question.” you said giving him a look that says don’t fuck up your winning streak right now, “a mole contains Avogadro’s number of items. What is Avogadro’s number?” you waited patiently as he thought about the answer.

“6.023 x 10^23.” he answered. A wide smile spread across your face. “Did i get it right? Or are you smiling because you get to put on an article of clothing?” he asked.

“You got it right, Pea. which means i’m either going to be naked on the bottom half or the upper half. Your choice.” you stated.

“Keep them on. I’m just happy i got to see you this naked.” he flirted.

“Well let’s raise the stakes then shall we.” you said crawling over to sit on your knees right in front of him, leaning in so you face was only an inch from his, “if you pass your test on friday, you can have your way with me.” you whispered.

“You sure you want to give me that kind of freedom, y/n?” he challenged.

You shrugged your shoulders placing your hand on his thigh, “you only get to if you get above an 80% on that test. So this all sits in your hands.” you whispered. You placed a teasing kiss on the corner of his mouth before standing up and putting your sweats and hoodie back on.

--

It was Friday, the day Sweet Pea got his results back on the chemistry test you helped him study for. You were currently in the Blue and Gold with Betty and Veronica going over some of the prom pages and how you guys were going to design them.

“y/n!” Sweet Pea yelled from the hallway.

“In here, Sweets.” you called back as he past up the B&G door. He leaned back poking his head in the doorway.

“There you are. I’ve been running around like a madman looking for you. Here.” he said handing you his test. There on the corner in bright red was 100%.

“Oh my god, Sweet Pea. You aced it.” you jumped up, wrapping your arms around his neck telling him how proud you were of him.

“So i’ll be over tonight. Don’t make plans.” he said pulling away from the hug.

“What’re you talking about -” you stopped mid sentence realizing what this score meant - Sweet Pea gets to have his way with you. Your face immediately got red. The smirk on his face grew as he saw how bright red your face had gotten and he let out a soft chuckle.

“Don’t act like this whole thing wasn’t your idea, y/n. I’ll see you tonight.” he said giving you a wink as he walked backwards out the door.

“What was all that about?” Veronica asked.

“I’ll explain everything later. At the sleepover.” you said grabbing your stuff and heading out of the room. Thankfully it was the end of the day so you could go home and get ready for tonight. You got in the shower as soon as you got home, making sure your skin was exfoliated and as smooth as the skin on a newborn.

A couple of hours later, Sweet Pea showed up. You opened the door to find him smirking. You rolled your eyes asking him if that was permanently embedded in his face.

“For the rest of the night it is.” he said stepping towards you, grabbing your face in his hands bringing you in for heated kiss. He stepped forward, making you step backwards allowing enough room for him to kick the front door shut.

“Pea, let me lock it and then we can go upstairs. I don’t think my parents would appreciate coming home and finding us on the couch.” you mumbled against his lips. He agreed, letting your face go so you could lock the door and lead him to your room.

--

The next morning you grabbed the loose blanket, wrapping it around your body and headed towards the bathroom that was conveniently connected to your room. You gasped when you looked in the mirror and saw all the marks that littered your skin. Thankfully none were left on your neck making them easy to hide from your parents. You heard shuffling from your room and then Sweet Pea’s half naked body walked into the bathroom, standing behind you and placing soft kissed along your shoulders.

“If i had known this is what my skin was going to look like afterwards, i would’ve made sure you had just as many as i did.” you joked.

“well , judging by the dull stinging on my back i’d say we’re even.” he smiled against your skin. You made him turn around so you could see, your eyes widening at the harsh red marks going from his shoulder blades to his lower back. You rushed to your room to grab your phone, taking a picture of them so he could see how bad they were.

“Yeah, we’re definitely even.” he leaned his head down to catch your lips in a kiss, taking you by surprise. Sweet Pea pulled away from the kiss giving you a confused look.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing i just wasn’t sure if this was a one time thing or not.” you said.

“Definitely not. You’re completely oblivious sometimes, y’know.” it was your turn to give him a confused look this time, “the teacher was going to pair me with someone in my class who know their shit, but i practically begged him to let me choose someone myself. He only allowed it because i told him it was you and he knew just how smart you were. Said you were top of his class. To be honest, i wanted no one else's help but yours. This whole study buddy thing was, well to help me ultimately but also an excuse to get into your bedroom and to spend time with you outside of the group.” he explained. The smile on your face grew with every word he spoke.

“Wow, who knew the always angry Sweet Pea would actually be a sweet pea at heart.” you laughed.

“Oh shut it.” he said pulling you in for another kiss, “So tonight, how about we have our first official date?” he asked when you pulled away.

“Unfortunately, i’m gonna have to rain-check for sunday night. I promised the girls and Kev a sleepover so they will be here by 7.” he jokingly pouted his lips making you kiss him softly.

“That’s fine, baby. We can get lunch before you have to meet the girls and Kev.” he suggested.

“I’d love to, Sweets.” you smiled.

--

“And that’s the story on how Sweet Pea and i got together.” you said as you finished telling them the whole story.

“Damn, girl. You busted out your shell.” Toni said giving you a high five.

“Let’s see those marks you mentioned.” Veronica said as she wiggled her eyebrows playfully. You took your t-shirt off leaving you in your bralette, showing off all the marks across your breasts and shoulders.

“Judging by those marks i’d say the sex was as good as you described it, holy cow.” Betty said.

“Please tell me you have a picture of his back.” Kev asked.

“For what reason? So you can ogle his back muscles?” you teased.

“So i can see the marks,” he said looking around, “and so i can ogle his back muscles.” he shrugged making you laugh. You showed them the picture, the teasing and joking never stopped and your face continued to get more and more red. The jokes got  worse when you tried your hardest to change the subject but you honestly couldn’t be happier. And of course, Toni saying the guys were given Pea  a hard time as well, which made you feel a little better about their teasing.

[sassy-cat-demon]

Ok it’s high school bully time so my high school was your basic stereo type school of if you don’t do a sport you are looked down upon. Wich is the worst seeing as it prided it’s self on only sports and did not realy care about students. So my first year there it was ok for the most part but I then met a guy who would be my boyfriend for a year and a half and then later on in my second year be my boyfriend again. He would constantly pressure point me and make me drop to my knees in pain. Make me read horrible yoi or how ever you spell it fics of wolfs rain he would always beg me for realy expensive things he couldent have and I would get him those things thinking he loved me. But he dident. I then met a girl who would become my frist bully. She had gone on to say “ oh he’s my boyfriend now” and would constantly tease me about it untill my second year I had had enough and told her that she was as dumb as a stump” and she had no idea how to respond to that and went to lunch. My second boyfriend was much better untill he kept geting clingy and kept calling me and screaming at me to call him or it’s not actual dating. So I ended that.

Second year I had been sort of ok untill a new group of bullies came along let’s just call them the heathers these three were the worst they were in almost every class I was on constantly picking on me or my friends saying things like “ oh can I copy off of you oh your hair is a mess let me brush it for you” They said that in trying to get me to turn to their side to wich I said “ why would I do that when you and your group keep bullying me and my friends. They got offended and walked off in a huff.

Third year: this year was the fucking worse mainly because even the teachers bullied me. So as a kid I had at the time a.d.d. Wich means I wouldent pay attention and was a bit slow. I have had this all theough out middle school as well. So my math teacher told me one day I couldent to my times tables Wich I couldent so he gave me an entire packet of adding and subtracting seeing as I couldent do them. Like I was to dumb to even do them when he never explained them to me or even took time to help me get them right. The next teacher who wanted to watch me fail was my science teacher and this class was my fav subject. So in that class was like only girls Wich was realy weird so one day I wanted to make friends with them so I went up and tried to talk to them. I was only met with harsh glares and a phrase of “ were we talking to you” Wich got me sad seeing as in high school many of my classes non of my friends were in them. So I went back to my desk to do my work. So when I got the work sheet the teacher told us to not go ahead of her when reading the questions. But how my mind works was I know it but if I don’t write it down like right now I will forget it. So I write it down all of the answers Wich were correct. So what does the teacher do she goes over to me and crumbles up my sheet and says “ I told you to not go ahead” like what kind of a teacher does this it’s not right oh and the kids laughed at me for it. The next thing was when we had an elements quiz and I forgot one that my teacher just so happened to ask me. So I panicked and said, “ uhhhhh duh” and my teacher said “ no duh is not an element” so I told her “ but that would be the coolest element ever”. Then there was the frog disection one where we did that and one of the girls got a bug in her frog so she started screaming and panicking so I said “ it’s just a bug why are you scared” so she starts to yell at me “ that’s not funny” so the teacher told me to leave her alone.

Next was the harsh substitute teacher she was also the worst seeing as one day I had to get my meds at 11 and she thaught I was going to play hooky so she wouldent let me go untill I kid you not the kid with the fish hook in his hat said “ just let her get her damn meds” the teacher was so shocked at this she let me go I thanked the kid he said no problem.

I Also once faced off my bully in a fight when she told me meet me at the flag pole after school so I walked down and waited and waited I missed my buss and no one came so the next day I asked my bully “ I thaught you were going to meet me at the flag pole” so she said “ oh well I had homework” and this girl was the biggest heather she could Probly crush me If she wanted to.

Little side story I told her to fuck off when she called my friend at the Time a fat ass I told her to fuck off and flipped her off. In middle school the shop teacher said I was to dumb to draw angles and shit so he gave me a conect the dots packet.

So in short my high school sucks and from what I have been told it still does.

[robronsecretvalentine]

Title: I won’t let you close enough to hurt me

For @robertisbisexual from your secret valentine

Summary: There was always that one person. The one you couldn’t forget, that you thought of from time to time and wondered what if, even if they’d hurt you, even if it was impossible.

Aaron and Robert meet again after ten years, but Aaron’s not exactly over the moon to see him again, and he has to deal with the local cafe owner trying to set him up on a blind date.

Teacher AU

There was always that one person. The one you couldn’t forget, that you thought of from time to time and wondered what if, even if they’d hurt you, even if it was impossible …

They’d met at uni, teacher training, and Aaron had found him smug and annoying from day one. That said, he also found him pretty attractive too.

He doesn’t even know what happened but it ended up being just the two of them in the pub one night and one thing led to Aaron’s flat, hands and mouths everywhere. When he woke the next morning, Robert was gone, no note, no text, nothing, and was promptly ignored the next time he saw him. He wasn’t stupid, he got the message loud and clear, at least until a couple of months later when it happened again.

He should’ve walked away, but he didn’t. Things did improve, Robert actually started hanging around and they’d spend time together. It wasn’t serious, they both knew that, but it wasn’t the casual thing either. If Aaron secretly hoped for more, Robert didn’t need to know.

It all changed when term ended, them both going home. Robert said he’d text and see him soon. Aaron had let himself get carried away, wilfully ignoring the fact that Robert had never wanted to tell anyone about them. He hadn’t either, so it hadn’t bothered him at the time.

Still, he didn’t expect Robert to just not come back after Christmas, without a word of explanation from him. He knew he was ok, overheard a couple of his mates talking about sending his stuff on. Maybe he could’ve asked them, but he wanted to hold onto whatever self-respect he still had.

He’d put it behind him, in the end, went back to concentrating on making something of his life, not like he could do anything else. He didn’t forget him though, never really forgave him either even if they hadn’t really been anything at all, and it still hurt, even years later.

So yes there was always that one person that you can’t forget, and you never think you’ll see them again.

Until that day you walk into the staffroom during break on the first day of term to find that person drinking from your coffee mug.

From then on his day just went from bad to worse. Everywhere he turned he was there. The store cupboard, the photocopier, cafeteria, everywhere.

He was just as he remembered, same cocky grin, blond hair just so. He hated that he still had that reaction to him, that he’d spent so long getting over him and now here he was.

Aaron didn’t even know if he remembered him but then he’d not hung around long enough to do anything but mutter a hello.

It was stupid. He was an adult now, well more of an adult, he could be professional.

He could.

He was too, right up until the Head suggested the two of them work together on the school production of Oliver! a few weeks later. All hands on deck he said as the Head of Drama was off sick for who knew how long. Fantastic, just fantastic.

He couldn’t help but stare at him as he sat in the staff room reading through the notes they’d been left, everyone else already left for home.

“Should be a piece of cake.” He announces, dropping the papers on the table in front of him, and picking up his, no Aaron’s mug, again.

“Yeah right. I teach History and you teach Maths. How is this going to be a piece of cake?”

“I took some drama classes at uni.” Aaron looks up to see him smiling, smugly, he might add. “You’re not going to say anything then? No, how are you? Or it’s been a long time?”

“So you do remember me.”

“Whyever would I forget you?” There’s that cocky smile again and he can almost see his nostrils flare at it.

“Managed well enough after you left though I expect.”

“Aaron…”

“So, the show…” He couldn’t do it, now now, had to change the subject. “We should at least try and make some plans tonight.”

“Right. Ok, if that’s what you want.”

“Sure you’re up to it? This place isn’t what you’re used to.”

“Keeping tabs on me?” There’s that smile again. “I expect I’ll manage. I was thinking, Tuesdays and Thursdays after school for rehearsals.”

“I help with the footie team on a Thursday but Tuesday, yeah. Once a week is the usual I think.”

“Right well, we’ll see. I’m guessing that this…” He waves the script around a little, “Isn’t really your thing so, if I handle this maybe you could sort the technical stuff?”

“Fine, whatever.” That suited him just fine. The less time he spent with Robert the better right now. “So what made you come here then?” He settles back into the chair with his borrowed mug while Robert scribbled furiously on the papers in front of him. He couldn’t stop himself from asking.

“Family mostly. You know, this could be a good opportunity, really show what the school can do.”

“Don’t you think you should stick to the plan? It’s been set for ages and there’s not that long left.”

“Come on Aaron, you used to be a lot more adventurous.” Finally he looks up, eyes sparkling with mischief just like Aaron remembered.

“Somehow that got knocked out of me. Let’s just see what we’ve got to work with before you get any fancy ideas.”

“No harm in being ambitious.”

“You always were. Anyway, is that it? Some of us have homes to go to.” The sooner he got out of here the better.

*****

The next morning he stops off at his favourite cafe not far from the school. He’d found it not long after starting the job, needing a place where he wouldn’t run into any of the kids, knowing he’d be glad of the peace some days. It wasn’t the most trendy of places so he should be safe, but he liked it. It was homely and he always got a good welcome from the owner.

“You’re early today. Usual?” He nods as Sarah smiled at him. It didn’t matter what time he came in she was always smiling, always willing to him complain. “Oh dear, no smile?”

“Nor would you if you had to work with the smug git I have to. Better add a bacon sarnie as well, I’m going to need it.” He didn’t want to get into the details with her, but sometimes you just needed someone to moan to and she was the nearest person he had that he didn’t work with.

“I’m sure he’s not that bad. Everyone has their good side.” Aaron doubted it but he didn’t argue. If anything Robert’s annoying traits had got worse than when he last saw him if the day before had been anything to go by. She listened as he let out his frustrations before handing over his bacon sandwich and coffee. It should see him through the day at least.

“Have a good day love.” Sarah calls as he heads out the door.

The first thing he sees is a notice on the board at the entrance informing pupils that rehearsals for Oliver! would be on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Great. Well he’d just have to manage on his own, the footie team came first.

He manages to avoid Robert the rest of the day although there are numerous emails in his inbox full of ideas and instructions which he’s ignoring, and he’s packing up his stuff for home when Tracy collars him in the staff room ready to gossip on the way out. Of course Robert is still the hot topic and he’s not in the mood. He’s all anyone has talked about for days.

“Don’t you have better things to do than gossip about him?” He asks her when she’s rabbited on for a good five minutes.

“Sure you don’t just secretly fancy him?” He snaps his head up at that to see her grinning at him.

“What? No!” He wonders if she knows somehow, but no, it’s just Tracy being Tracy.

“I’m just saying…besides he’s a good looking bloke. Maybe you should try getting to know him. Might change your opinion.”

“No ta. It’s bad enough I’ve got to spend time with him doing this show. Besides even if I did fancy him, which I don’t, what difference would it make?”

“He might like you.” He just shook his head, she was relentless. “He’s always staring at you when you’re not looking.”

“He’s married.” It wasn’t that which bothered him, it just made him wonder what he’d been to him back then. Had he meant anything at all. He didn’t even know why he was indulging her but he liked Tracy, she was fun to be around.

Everyone knew the rumours, that Robert had left his last school, one of the best performing in the country, under a cloud. Aaron had heard the gossip in the staff room, that he’d cheated on his wife with her sister. Not normally a reason to leave a job, but when your father-in-law was one of the main benefactors of the school he guessed you were left with little choice.

“Might be worth finding out. The two of you together…quite a picture.” He hopes his face doesn’t react, the last thing he needs is her knowing, he’ll never hear the end of it.

“You’re a nightmare, do you know that?”

“That’s why you love me. Think about it.”

“Goodbye Tracy.” She must be mad. That ship had long sailed, he didn’t feel anything for him now except annoyance.

*****

“You look tired. Rough day?” Sarah greets him with her usual smile when he reaches the counter. He usually only calls in for breakfast on his way to school, but after the rehearsal he needs a hit of sugar.

The kids were in their element, all of them talented in their own way, but they’d realised pretty early on that neither he nor Robert had that much idea of what they were doing. He probably shouldn’t be so amused at Robert all but tearing his hair out as they ran riot. He’d stepped in in the end, all of them knowing him well enough not to answer back.

“This school show is doing my head in. It was all sorted and now he is just changing everything and the kids are being menaces because of it.” She’d heard all about his annoyance with Robert, had listened patiently. It was like having his Mum around. He missed her, being so far away and not seeing her as much as he liked, so it was nice having someone just to listen. He had no idea why she put up with him but she did and he was grateful. “Sorry, you don’t want to hear this.”

“I don’t mind love. Keeps me entertained.”

“Still…”

“You know what you need, don’t you?” She tells him as he hands over the money for his order. “Take your mind off it all.”

“No.” He grins as he says it, the game almost routine by now. “I don’t need setting up, even if I did want a date.”

“You shouldn’t be on your own, a lad your age. You should be out having fun, not spending your time chatting to me.”

“I like chatting to you. Besides, when do I have time to date? I’ve got hours of marking ahead of me when I get home, and that’s without this bloody show.”

“All I’m saying is…”

“Does your son know you’re trying to arrange his dates for him?” She’d been at it for weeks now, trying to set them up. Aaron had never met him but Sarah was relentless.

“That boy doesn’t know what’s good for him. Anyway he’s only just moved back here, doesn’t know anyone. I’m just being helpful.”

“Yes I’m sure that’s what he’d say if he knew. Anyway I’m off.”

“See you tomorrow love.”

*****

“So, what do you think?” Robert asks him halfway through their first rehearsal.

“They don’t sound bad.” It had taken Robert a good fifteen minutes to announce all the changes he’s made to the script and timetable and Aaron had to bite his lip when he heard the murmurings of discontent from the kids. “You’re not makin’ yourself popular with all these changes you know.”

“I’m not here to be popular.”

“Never would’ve guessed. Don’t blame me if they start acting up, that’s all I’m saying.”

“Ok, so tell me wise one, what am I doing wrong?”

“Thursdays are football, like I told you. We’re not really famed for much but we’ve got one of the best teams in the county and you’re dragging two of the best players away right when they’re needed most. Not to mention me.”

“They need more rehearsal.” He couldn’t help wince as one of them hit a bad note.

“You’ll get more out of them if you compromise. Trust me.” He’d heard grumbles before today in his classes about the ‘stuck up new teacher’ and various other things, and the one thing he knew was if they were against you, you didn’t get anywhere.

The petty part of him felt like letting Robert flounder but he was meant to be an adult.

“I…” He turns as the song finishes. “Ok, that was good. Before you go, I’ve realised that perhaps Wednesdays would be better for second rehearsal than Thursdays. Mr Dingle tells me the football team is quite something. Is that right?” A resounding yes sounds around the hall and he sends them on their way with a smile. “Better?”

“It’s a start.”

“Aaron, what’s your problem?”

“Nothing. Just…you can’t just waltz in here and act like you do.”

“Right, and that’s the only reason you’re acting like this is it?”

“What other reason could there possibly be?” He starts stacking the chairs away so he doesn’t have to face him.

“Aaron…”

“Just leave it Robert.” He doesn’t give him chance to say anything, just grabs his stuff and leaves, angry at himself for letting it get to him.

“Aaron, wait!” The corridor is empty when he grabs him and spins him round. Aaron shakes off his arm angrily, glaring at him. “Are you…we can’t work like this. Tell me what’s wrong?”

“Are you so oblivious that you don’t know?”

“Is this about us?”

“Wait a minute, I’ll go see if there’s any gold stars lurking in the cupboard.”

“I…it was years ago.”

“Yeah, and I was over it until you showed up.” He sighs, “Do you have any idea how it felt? You just didn’t come back. If I hadn’t heard those mates of yours talking, I could’ve thought anything.”

“It was just…we were kids pretty much.”

“You mean I was just convenient.”

“No. You knew exactly what it was, I never hid that.”

“Yeah, I did. Didn’t stop me from…you know what never mind.”

“You felt something for me?” He actually sounds shocked and Aaron’s almost relieved that he hadn’t actually known back then and still left.

“Just proves I’m the stupid one doesn’t it? Forget it Robert, just forget it.” He doesn’t give him chance to answer, just walks away. Why couldn’t he just keep his mouth shut?

*****

“What’s up today then? Can’t be work, you’ve not been in yet.” Sarah asks as he hands over the money for his breakfast a week later.

“Oh no, I don’t need to. He’s taken to phoning me about it now. Ten o’clock last night he’s on at me, arranging extra rehearsal for tonight, because clearly he doesn’t have a life, so no one else can either.” It wasn’t just that, ever since he’d spoken to Tracy he couldn’t get Robert off his mind, wondering if she was right, and deep down he did like him.

What would be the point anyway, even if he did. Robert was still married, although by all accounts not for much longer, and at uni…well he was sure Robert was straight, there was no use in going down that road.

“You had plans?”

“That’s not the point. He’s got everyone eating out of the palm of his hand.”

“So what’s he like then? Why don’t you like him?” The cafe is nearly empty he’s in so early so she sits down opposite him with a sigh.

“He just doesn’t listen to anyone. His ideas are the best and that’s it. I don’t even know why I’m even needed, he doesn’t listen to anything I say. I’m just there for all the heavy lifting. Just because he’s from some la-di-da school.”

“He could be nervous. You know, new school and all that.”

“I doubt he even knows the meaning of the word nerves. Never has.”

“Oh. There’s a story there. Come on, I’ve got a few minutes before the rush.” She rounds the counter and sits down and he rolls his eyes but sits and starts talking.

“So now he’s back.” He says after he’s filled her in. “And I don’t know, I’m just feeling everything from back then again and I’d rather not.”

“Have you talked to him?”

“No.”

“Maybe you should. He might feel the same.”

“He walked away before, besides he’s still married. Maybe I never meant anything at all. I’m not giving him the chance to hurt me all over again.”

“Time changes things. Sounds to me like neither of you talk enough. Besides, you have to work together, might be worth trying.”

“Only on this show…after that we won’t need to have anything to do with each other.” Not entirely true, but their paths would barely cross given how different the subjects they taught were. Then again why does part of him ache at the thought of it?

“Still, you’ll never know if you never talk. Maybe he’s just putting up a front. Take my son for instance, he won’t ever tell you what’s wrong. Oh the times I’ve had to tell him that it’s alright to let people in. So stubborn that boy.”

“Yet you want me to go on a date with him?”

“Oh that’s different. You’d like him, I know it.” He thinks for a minute as she deals with another customer. What would be the harm really, maybe it would stop him thinking about Robert for five minutes, get him out of his head again.

“Fine. One date.” A night out never did anyone any harm did it? “I’m free Friday if it’s any good.”

*****

By the time Friday rolls around he’s strangely nervous. It’s ridiculous really because he was only doing this to make Sarah happy after all.

They’re meeting at a restaurant, one he’s not been to before. He turns up far too early, despite spending way too long wondering what to wear.

When his date is ten minutes late he blames the traffic, when it’s twenty minutes he’s starting to get annoyed and by the time half an hour has ticked by he’s fuming. He’s had enough of sitting alone, obviously having been stood up, so he leaves.

He considers going round to the cafe on his way home but it’ll be closed, and besides it wasn’t Sarah’s fault if her son was a jerk and it wouldn’t be fair to take the anger out on her. No, he’ll go home and have a beer.

Monday dawns and he wishes he could stay in bed because the day is bad enough without everything else. He heads to the cafe first.

“I’m sorry.” She tells him as soon as he sees her.

“It’s my fault. I had a fall and he had to take me to the hospital.”

“Are you alright?” He wasn’t entirely sure he believed her.

“Oh yes, just my ankle.” She points down and he leans over the counter to see it bandaged.” By the time I was let home it was too late and I hadn’t got your number. Not very good at this blind date arranging lark am I?”

“Your technique could use some work. Sure he just didn’t want to go out with me?”

“Of course he does. How about you try again?” He really wasn’t sure he wanted to bother but he couldn’t think of a decent enough excuse.

“I’ve got this show and…maybe after that.” Maybe by then he’d have Robert out of his head and got over his embarrassment at being stood up.

“Oh that’s weeks away. All work and no play and all that.”

“Still think it’s weird, arranging a date via his Mum, but…fine.” He didn’t have anything to lose did he. “This Friday?”

“Perfect. Why not meet him here, makes it easier?”

“You could just take my number.” He frowned, meeting him here could be awkward especially if he didn’t like him.

“I’ll do that too. Go on, meet him here, then I can see my handiwork.”

“You’re relentless. Does he know how lucky he is to have you?”

“I’ll make sure to tell him.” She hands over his usual order. “Have a good day love.”

“Try not to fall over any more won’t you?”

“Ha ha. See you tomorrow.”

*****

“Aaron!” He keeps walking, ignoring Robert’s call along the corridor, ducking into the store cupboard, the pile of books he’s carrying more precarious by the second.  It’s been three days since his failed date and he’s still annoyed, even though they’re trying again his mood hasn’t improved. He manages to wedge the door open with the chair left there for just that purpose. He hears Robert’s footsteps behind him but carries on, ignoring him. He just wants to get done and go home and get ready. “Didn’t you hear me?”

“Yeah.” He turns round just in time to see the door closing. “Don’t!”

“What?”

“You idiot! There’s a reason the door is propped open when someone is in here. Now we’re locked in. Fantastic.”

“Well how was I to know?” He rattles the door handle over and over. “Why hasn’t it been fixed?”

“The same reason the heating craps out every five minutes. Not that you’d know about that. Don’t suppose that fancy school you’ve come from had that trouble did it?”

“Don’t have a go at me. So, we’re stuck here then.”

“Have you got your phone?” He’d left his on his desk, only expecting to be two minutes. Thankfully Robert hands it over.

“Is anyone even here?”

“Tracy doesn’t live that far.” Thankfully he remembers her number. “Tracy? I need your help. I’m stuck in the South block book cupboard and I need you to come and let me out. What?…of course I know not to shut the door, but Robert didn’t…yes he’s here…shut up!”

“Is she coming or not?” Robert grumbles beside him and he waves at him to shut him up.

“Tracy, just get over here and let us out will you, I’ve got somewhere to be…no, not a date, not after last time. I’ll buy you lunch tomorrow…thank you.” He hands the phone back with a sigh. “She’s at the shops but she’ll be here soon.” He didn’t believe a word of it, had heard her laughing at the thought of him and Robert being stuck in a room together. “This is just what I need.”

“Hardly a picnic for me either.” He sighs and sits down on the floor in front of the bookshelves. “What did you mean not a date, not after last time?”

“Why do you care?”

“Just trying to start a conversation as we’re stuck here.”

“It’s not important. What possessed you to move the chair?”

“I said I was sorry!”

“Well, no, you didn’t actually.”

“Fine, I’m sorry. Don’t you think we should talk about this?”

“What?”

“Us. We have to work together.” He looks over, Robert seems so earnest he wants to laugh.

“What is there to say? You made it perfectly clear where you stood ten years ago.”

“Go on, we’re stuck here, you might as well carry on.”

“You just left, without a word. Didn’t come back. Maybe I was just…what?…an experiment? Whatever it was, I deserved better.”

“That’s…it wasn’t like that.”

“Never mind, forget it.”

“No, no, you started it.”

“You picked me up and dropped me whenever you felt like it. Then you just leave. How do you think that made me feel?”

“You’ve got me all wrong. Did it ever…you know nothing.”

“So tell me.”

“Would it make a difference? You seem to have made your mind up.”

“You made it pretty easy to do that. Were you ashamed of me? What? No one knew, you hid it all. So what was it? What don’t I understand? What did I get wrong?”

They sit in silence for what seems like ages, Robert saying nothing. He wishes Tracy would hurry up, but he had a feeling she’d take a while, from her voice it seemed like she it as an opportunity for them to get closer.

“I grew up on a farm, did you know that?”

“What?”

“I’m not some posh idiot, like everyone thinks. I went to this school back when it was Hotten Comp, had all these dreams about jobs in computers, anything to get away from the farm. My Dad, he didn’t believe I needed an education, I’d be taking over the farm like he had.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“I’m…you wanted to understand.” He wasn’t used to this Robert, hesitant, quiet. It made him shift so he’s facing him properly.

“Alright, so what happened? Why didn’t you take over the farm?”

“My Mum. She was a librarian when she met my Dad. She encouraged me to learn, to want better.”

“So…the suits and general attitude, where did that come from?” It was clear he wasn’t comfortable talking, so he tried to lighten the mood a little.

“There’s nothing wrong with looking smart Aaron.” He smiles, and Aaron thinks it’s the first genuine one he’s seen from him, ever. It seems to make his eyes brighter and he mentally shakes himself. No use going down that road.

“Are you saying I look like a scruff?” He probably did to be fair, at the end of a long day his tie was gone and his shirt collar loose. He didn’t look anything like Robert who kept himself neat as a pin all day. It was weird if you asked him.

“I think a better word is comfortable.”

“Idiot. So go on, why the suits?”

“I like them.” Aaron just glares at him. “Alright, they started as a way to impress Chrissie. My wife.”

“Oh.” He didn’t know what to say. He must know he’s the subject of gossip, but that didn’t mean Aaron was going to let on.

“It’s alright, I know everyone’s been talking. Yes, I did cheat on her, and yes that’s why I left…part of the reason anyway. We were already over by then, that was just the final nail in the coffin.”

“When did you meet her?” He knew, somehow he knew.

“After, not when we were…I swear.” Aaron nods. “I switched courses, went to Leeds instead.”

“That desperate to get away from me?”

“What? No. I should’ve called you or something.”

“So why didn’t you?”

“My Dad always said I could never be satisfied with what I had. Guess he was right.”

“Sounds like a bit of a prat if you ask me.”

“You don’t mince your words do you? No, he just…I wasn’t the son he wanted, no matter how hard I tried to impress him. Some things are too big to get past I guess.”

“I still don’t get what that has to do with me.”

“Do you…I’m just…you’re gay, right?”

“You know I am.”

“I didn’t want to be…I mean I’m not…fuck…”

“Robert, just take a breath.” He was beginning to get an inkling of what was wrong.

“I’m bisexual…no one here knows. My Mum and sister are the only ones who know.” He’s staring down at his hands as if he can’t bear to look at Aaron.

“You don’t have to tell me.”

“No. You’re right, you do deserve an explanation.” He takes a deep breath. “When I left, that Christmas. I was coming back I swear.”

“So why didn’t you?”

“My Dad. He died.” Aaron didn’t know what to say to that, just muttered a sorry which Robert waved away. “I had to sort everything, look after Mum, my sister.”

“Must’ve been a lot. I would’ve helped, if you’d let me.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“That doesn’t explain why you never…we never did anything with anyone else, never went out, hung with our mates, not together.”

“I know. I said…about my Dad, well he knew, he caught me with a lad when I was fifteen.” He didn’t need to elaborate, Aaron could work it out easy enough.

“Robert…”

“Mum had left, when I was fourteen, took my sister, wanted to take me but he wouldn’t let her because I wasn’t hers, not legally. I hated him for that. Then he caught me…I was nearly sixteen, so I ran away to Mum. He didn’t care anymore, didn’t want a son like me.”

“And your Mum?”

“She told me it didn’t matter, whoever I liked, and when I got it, that I was bi, she told me it was ok to like both.”

“She sounds pretty amazing.”

“Doesn’t get rid of him, what he thought.” He laughs harshly. “All the stuff he said is still there.”

“So me and you?”

“You weren’t the first lad…sorry…but every time, I’d hear him, all of it and I s’pose part of me still wanted to make him proud of me.”

“What he thought, he was wrong.”

“I know that now, probably did then too, but I couldn’t deal with it, what I felt about you, so I hid it and when he died and I went home, I…buried it. I had to stay, look after stuff, and then I met Chrissie. I know I’m awful but I thought…it’d make him proud, and I did love her…until I messed it up.”

“And now?”

“Now…I understand myself better. I know that it’s ok to be me.”

“That’s good.” Robert looks at him. “I struggled too, coming out, I do get it.”

“Yeah?”

“I really struggled. It took my…Paddy, my step Dad pretty much, it took him a long time to make me see it was ok.”

“You were lucky to have him.”

“Yeah. I miss him. He and my Mum, they’re still in Manchester, it’s not far but I don’t see them as much as I should. Mum and I…we don’t always see eye to eye, sometimes it’s easier, a bit of distance.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t treat you very well. Probably doesn’t mean much anymore but I am.”

“Doesn’t matter.” It did hurt, but at least he understood it better now.

“I’ve never really talked to anyone about it before. Mum and my sister but…”

“You can talk to me. I’m not saying I’m not still mad, but it’s in the past, right?”

“So, we’ve talked about me all night. What about you? What made you go into teaching?”

“Dunno, the usual.” He tips his head back against the bookshelf. “I s’pose I thought…”

“What?”

“I didn’t have anyone growing up. Mum left when I was little and my Dad…well the less said about him the better. I drifted through school, constantly in trouble. If I’d just had someone who encouraged me, who believed I was more than just a useless kid…”

“Well from what I hear most of the kids think you’re the bee’s knees. So you must be doing something right…what changed? When you were a kid?”

“Paddy. Again. I went to live with Mum and they were goin’ out even though she was no good for him back then and I’d hang out at the vet’s surgery with him all the time and he’d talk to me, like he really cared you know? Got through to me enough that I knuckled down and got the grades I needed.”

“Thank God for Paddy huh?” Aaron laughs.

“So, you got any tips for getting people on side here? Now I’m not the devil?”

“Drop the attitude…we’re all pretty easygoing. Especially Tracy. Make friends with her and you’re sorted.”

“She’s interesting.” Aaron burst out laughing.

“She is that. She reckons me and you make a pretty picture.” Robert looks up, eyes wide. “She was joking, she doesn’t know anything. She was winding me up when I was complaining about you being a smug git.”

Robert’s quiet for a bit, and then he looks up with a grin. “Want to play her at her own game?”

“What?”

“We’ll hear her coming down the corridor, we could always give her a preview of that picture she’s got in her head.” “Are you winding me up?”

“Only if you want. I’m not trying to…Just a bit of fun, if you think she’ll get the joke.” He doesn’t answer straight away. “Never mind, stupid idea.”

“No, it’s…it’ll be a laugh. No one else here is there?” It would be fun to wind Tracy up.

They don’t say much else, the odd thought about the show but not much else. It’s nice really, just enjoying the quiet. He doesn’t even know what the time is. Eventually they hear the telltale sound of Tracy’s heels on the floor getting closer, memories flooding back to him after all this time, and then Robert’s turning to him, hand on his jaw, getting closer and closer until the door flies open and Tracy all but shrieks.

Robert does a great impression of being caught out, all those drama classes Aaron thinks, but Aaron can’t move, cursing Tracy and Robert equally, because he realises he hadn’t wanted Robert to stop.

“What’s all this then?”

“You  took your time!” Robert tells her, smirking as he gets to his feet.

“Looks like you managed to pass the time.”

“Yes well, I have a home to go to. Aaron?”

“Hmm? Oh yeah, see you tomorrow then.” Is that disappointment he can feel blooming in his chest. What had he expected? It was a wind up for Tracy, that was all. Just because they’d talked, didn’t mean a thing. It was just memories getting to him, that’s all.

When he’s gone Tracy grabs his arm dragging him down the corridor.

“See I was right!”

“Don’t be daft.”

“If I’d been a couple of minutes later, you would’ve been a lot more undressed that’s all I’m saying.”

“We were just talking.” When they round the corner, Robert’s waiting outside his classroom. He could do without that right now.

“Yeah, just talking.”

“See you tomorrow Tracy.” He tells her, ignoring the gleeful look on her face. He was never going to get any peace now. “Thought you were going.” He says when she’s gone.

“Yeah, I…I didn’t make you uncomfortable, did I? Back there, winding Tracy up?”

“No, course not. I’m never going to hear the end of it now though.” He picks up his phone and his jacket. “We’re fine, don’t worry about it.”

“Good, cos I feel like we can get on find now, yeah? Despite everything?”

“Yeah, course. I should go.” He says when Robert doesn’t attempt to move.

“Oh! Yeah. See you tomorrow then.” He attempts a strange half wave as he leaves and Aaron just watches until he’s out of sight, unable to make himself move.

He walked home, head all over the place. He felt a bit better now he’d explained everything. It wasn’t him, not really and he felt for Robert, he really did. It still hurt though. Trouble was, he was still attracted to him. He couldn’t deny that Robert was even more attractive, well actually he was bloody gorgeous these days. That didn’t change the fact that it was a bad idea to even go any further down that road. He’d been here before, with Robert, with others, dating someone he worked with and it had ended in disaster. He wasn’t sure he wanted to go there again.

He laughed at himself, what was he doing? He didn’t even have the first idea whether Robert felt the same way.

At least he had the weekend to sort himself out before he saw Robert again. He could kill Tracy for putting the idea out there, for waiting so long to let them out of the cupboard because when Robert had leaned in pretending to kiss him, he hadn’t wanted him to stop.

*****

Robert’s not in the staffroom when he gets in the next day and he’s relieved. He suffers the teasing from Tracy and a couple of others before heading to his classroom. Year 8 holds no promise of a peaceful morning though, like he wants before the extra rehearsal at lunch.

“Are you alright?” Robert asks him as the kids run through the finale. “You’re quiet.”

“Hmm? Yeah I’m fine.”

“Good…I, you’re sure I didn’t…on Friday. You weren’t offended?”

“No, course not. I told you.”

“Because it meant a lot talking to you like that, getting to explain.”

“Yeah. Well, anytime.”

“Mates then?” Before he can answer there’s the sounds of a scuffle backstage.

“Sir! Harry won’t stop pushing me!”

“Christ!” Robert mutters as he gets up. “Harry, are you six years old or something? Pack it in or you’ll be staying behind today. Right, go through it again.” He glances back at Aaron with a grin.

Yeah, he’s screwed.

He does the only thing he can do, he avoids Robert, only seeing him at rehearsals, and he doesn’t cancel the date, no matter how much he wants to. There’s no point going there again, however much he’d explained. The past was the past.

*****

Friday comes and this time he leaves right after school, taking no chances, even though he wouldn’t be  going if it weren’t for Sarah. Despite staying away he’d done nothing but think about Robert all week.

Sarah’s alone when he reaches the cafe, sat at one of the tables with a cup of tea. “You made it then, no locked cupboards getting in the way?” He’d told her about getting locked in and she’d all but collapsed with laughter.

“Very funny! No ankles?”

“I promise! He won’t be long, just looking at my electrics upstairs. Sit yourself down.” She chatters a mile a minute while they wait and then he hears footsteps on the stairs.

“Mum, I can’t find anything wrong, you’ll have to call an…oh.” He stops in the doorway, still rolling down his sleeves, while Aaron just stares at him. “Aaron, what are you doing here?”

“Turns out I’m your date. How convenient.”

“I…Mum what have you done?”

He ignores him, instead turning to Sarah. “Been having a good laugh behind my back, have you?”

“No love.” He shakes his head and pushes his chair back, the scraping noise filling the room.  

“I suppose you had a great laugh didn’t you? What was last week? All part of the plan to get me onside?” He could barely speak he was so angry.

“Aaron…” Robert steps towards him and he backs away. “Aaron, wait!”

“I thought…I really thought you were being nice” He looks back at Sarah, “All the time I was talking to you about him, you…you didn’t tell me who he was! I suppose she knows everything?” He turns back to Robert. “All of it?” Robert’s just stood there speechless.

“Love, I didn’t know…” He can’t stay any longer, just turns and leaves, hurrying away so neither of them can follow. He can’t believe he’s been so stupid.

*****

The weekend drags by, his phone lighting up with texts from Robert, full of apologies but he ignores them. He can’t even pinpoint what he feels. Humiliation, disappointment, anger, or all three.

Under any other circumstances he would’ve jumped at the chance to go out with him again, despite everything he’s said about not going there, but the thought of them talking about him, plotting this whole thing was too much. He didn’t like being manipulated and this felt like that.

Sarah saying she didn’t know comes to mind, but how could she not? It made no sense.

No, he was done. He just had to get through the week’s performances of the show and then he could have nothing more to do with Robert Sugden.

*****

The week doesn’t go too badly considering. He avoids the cafe, and Robert, staying behind the scenes in the hall when he can as they run through the show one more time, sending instructions or messages via the kids under the guise of needing to keep working on the props and set.

“Amy, tell Mr Sugden we’re ready now, please.” She’s looking at him funny and he sets down the paintbrush he’s holding. “What is it?”

“Harry says you and Mr Sugden have fallen out. Have you?” Amy was one of his form, usually wouldn’t say boo to a goose, so what’s prompted this flash of confidence he’s not sure.

“No. Of course we haven’t. Anyway Harry should be concentrating on his singing, not anything else. He spies the other lad out of the corner of his eye and glares him making him scarper. “Take no notice of him.”

He sighs when she’s gone, he misses Robert, the quick easy banter they’d developed was now gone. That was that though, nothing he could do about it, not now.

*****

“You nervous?” Robert steps up beside him the afternoon of the first performance, as he potters about in his room. There’s no point going home just to come straight back.

“No.”

“Aaron, come on, this is stupid.” He cuts him off.

“No, what’s stupid is me, trusting you again. Do you have any idea how I feel? How I felt back then? I get it, I do, but it still doesn’t change the fact that I loved you!”

“You…you loved me?” He hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

“Just get out Robert!”

“Aaron we can sort this out.”

“No we can’t.”

“The show, we have to work together.”

“I can be civil for one more night. After that we don’t have to talk to each other.”

“Aaron, please!”

“No. I’m done, Robert. Just go.” He doesn’t look up until he’s gone and when he does Tracy is stood in the doorway.

“Well, well, well.”

“Not now Tracy. Whatever you heard, just forget it, ok?”

“I didn’t hear much, but he sounded pretty cut up.”

“He’s good at that.”

“Right. Come on, we’re getting out of here. You can tell me what’s wrong.” He has no choice but the follow as she grabs his arm and at least Robert won’t know where he is.

She drags him to the pub down the road, buys him a coke and sits across from him. “Was going to be something stronger, but best not. So come on, spill.”

So he does, all of it, minus what Robert told him about his Dad, and she’s gripped. He’s never known her so quiet.

“So now you get it.”

“Not really.”

“Tracy come on.”

“Way I see it, he wants you, you clearly want him, so why not go for it?”

“Did you not hear what I said?”

“Did you? He told you he had all the intentions of coming back, and yeah he didn’t call but…he’s been pining after you since he turned up here.”

“But, the date.”

“Well that was his Mum, and you know what Mum’s are like. If he had known why wouldn’t he have admitted it. Look you’ve told me about your Mum, you don’t think she’d do the same?” Well he couldn’t deny that, half their rows were about her interfering in his life.

“I don’t know.” He was just so afraid of being hurt he couldn’t do it.

“Look, you can stay as you are, miserable and alone, or you can take a chance on what I can only say is a very fine looking man, who clearly likes you. Take a risk Aaron, you’ll never know if you don’t.”

“Maybe.”

“Just think about it.” She finishes her drink. “Come on, we need to get back.”

“Tracy? Thanks.”

He manages to avoid Robert when he gets back, until nearly everyone is inside when he feels someone beside him. Sarah. Robert’s nearby looking annoyed but he ignores him.

“I can’t do this now.”

“Let me explain, Aaron, please.” She sounds upset and despite it all he does like her. He looks at his watch, they have a few minutes so he nods, leads her to his room along the corridor.

“Whatever you say won’t make a difference. I don’t like being made a fool of.”

“Neither of us were doing that. I promise you. Robert knew nothing. He didn’t even know who I was setting him up with.”

“You did though. You let me complain about him, over and over. What was that?”

“I didn’t know either not until the day you told me about the cupboard. You never mentioned his name, and he doesn’t talk about work, only told me about that because it made him late for dinner with me and his sister. When I realised…” She stops.

“What?”

“I…all I want is for him to be happy. He’s been through a lot, and he lets so few people get close to him. I thought you’d be good for him. Well, it’s not my place to tell you all that, but I knew about you, not that it was you, when he told me about the boy at uni. When I realised I knew I had to do something.”

“So why not tell me, or him, rather than ambush us?”

“Because…he told me you weren’t interested, and what you’d said…I had to try though. I’ve let him down before and I really thought it would work out for the best.”

“That didn’t work out too well then did it?”

“No, well…I just wanted you to know that Robert wasn’t any part of it. Everything he told you…he wasn’t playing games. I’m the one at fault here, not him.”

“Ok. I…I need to get back.” He wasn’t ready to forgive her, not yet. “Thanks for explaining.”

Robert’s waiting when they get back to the hall, hands on hips, glaring at his Mum, and if he wasn’t still so hurt he’d probably laugh at the pair of them. He walks past them heading backstage when Robert grabs his arm.

“I didn’t put her up to that. I’m so angry at her.”

“She cares I guess.”

“That’s not the point!”

“It doesn’t matter any more does it?”

“Aaron…”

“I can’t Robert. He didn’t even know why, because he could tell Sarah had told him the truth, but his self preservation had kicked in. He’d been hurt too many times by different people and it wasn’t going to happen again. “I just can’t.”

He gets through the rest of the evening well enough and the kids are brilliant. He stands by Robert taking in the praise from the Head with a smile, before losing sight of Robert as the kids descend on them both.

When the hall is clear of everyone but a few teachers he collects up some of the equipment to take back to the cupboard before he goes home.

“Aaron, can we talk?”

“No.” He turns round to see Robert in the doorway. “I’m done talking. I know it wasn’t your fault but…it made me realise it wouldn’t work. I’ve been hurt by you once too often.”

“You don’t know that. We’ve never given it a proper chance.”

“Why was that? Look I know, and I get it like I said, but it hurt Robert and it still does. I can’t go there again.” He feels stupid, being this way over a fling at uni, it shouldn’t affect him this much after so much time but he can’t help it.

“It won’t be like that, not this time. We’re different. I’m different.”

“Maybe I’m not. Just stop it Robert.” He tries pushing past him but Robert stands his ground. “You’re out of luck if you’re going to lock us in again. They fixed the lock last week. Was that part of the game?”

“What? No! There wasn’t a game, just my mother who likes to meddle in my love life. That night meant a lot. You listened to me, really listened. Probably not by choice I know, but no one has ever really done that before.”

“Still doesn’t make what she did right.”

“No. But she is right about one thing. I do like you, I always did.”

“I liked you too, was going to go on that date and let him down gently even though I didn’t think I had a chance with you.”

“Then what’s stopping us?”

“I don’t like being manipulated. It’s happened too many times before.”

“It won’t, not this time. Just give me, us a chance.”

He looks so disheartened and Aaron wants to leave but something stops him. Deep down, he wants him. Maybe this once he should take a chance.

“You won’t leave again?”

“I promise.”

“You’re still married.”

“Not by choice. Trust me, give it a try, that’s all I ask.”

He steps forward slowly until he’s right in front of Robert. Maybe he should take a risk for once.

“No hiding?”

“No hiding.”

Robert’s grinning but he realises he’ll have to take the initiative, leaning in to kiss him, hands clutching at his arms as he backs him up towards the wall.

Eventually Robert breaks away, grinning. “Well that’s an improvement on the last time we were in here.”

“Probably inappropriate though…no locked door.” He’s grinning down at him, that lopsided grin of his that had always been in Aaron’s dreams.

“We could always take it somewhere more appropriate.” He grins cheekily. “Yours or mine?”

[fatechica]

Julie julie julie!! This may result in a long response, but how do you 1) find the motivation and time to write so much (and so well) and 2) outline and plan and implement your story? -aj :) ❤️

AJ! HELLO!!

Ooh, this is a good question (and, yes, it’s gonna be a long response). Imma break it down into it’s composite parts and answer them one at a time:

(putting this under a cut since it got L O N G)

Ask me random-ass questions about my fics!

finding the motivation:

For me, I’m so in love with Mileven, that’s most of the motivation right there. I’ve been writing fic for *does the math* 22 years now (haha, holy shit that’s a long time). I’ve spent countless hours thinking up stories in my head, essentially plotting out fic ideas/scenes in my head as a form of story-telling when I’m falling asleep, and jotting down notes and outlines - it’s literally a habit for me to always be creating fiction to the point where I don’t even know how to turn if off. And Mileven (and Stranger Things as a whole, by extension) is the first thing in quite some time to fully, 100% capture and take advantage that habit.

But, that sometimes isn’t always enough to always be actually creating, so part of it is I just write a lot. I try to write every day, even just to play around with something, so I can keep the habit of actually writing going. But I don’t push it most of the time. Sometimes I will if I know it’s just a section that’s giving me problems because I can always go back and fix it. But if I’m feeling lost or unsure or just tired? I’ll write, like 400-500 words and call it a day. Just enough so I feel like I’ve accomplished something but not enough that if I hate it, it’ll kill me to get rid of it.

finding the time to write so much (the “so well” is debatable):

Ok, so, I’m pretty lucky. I work from home most of the time, I don’t have kids yet, and my husband is in class nights and weekends. I have a lot of time to myself. Since almost all of my irl friends are around the same age as I am, we mostly all get together on the weekends with the occasional happy hour after work. So I have pretty much every weeknight after 5 to write and a lot of time on weekends during my down time. 

This’ll probably change when I have a kid and when my husband’s no longer in school, so I’m taking advantage of it while I have it. I pretty much spend most of my free time writing. I’ve been doing other things with it lately (like, haha, playing “The Division” in preparation for the sequel - gotta love that loot grind), but I still spend a lot of my time writing and plotting out fics because it’s fun for me.

And, about writing well? Well, if I’m a good writer, it’s only because I read a lot and I’ve written a lot over the years. Again, I’ve been writing fic for 22 years now. My fic writing career is old enough to drink, you guys, holy fucking shit.

And I’m always looking for ways to improve my writing - either by seeking feedback or emulating other writers’ styles. Sometimes, what helps, is actually printing out what I’ve written and doing hand edits and corrections, like it’s fucking essay or something. I also read a lot about story structure (I highly recommend “The Writer’s Journey: Mythic Structure for Writers” and Stephen King’s “On Writing” as amazing books to help) to help me think about plotting and pacing and overarching themes. 

Overall, I take fic writing very seriously (which is how I approach pretty much everything in life - I’m very much a 110%, Type-A kind of person) and I treat it like a skill I want to spend time investing effort into growing and building.

outlining, planning, and implementing stories:

So, for short fics, there’s not so much outlining that happens. But for long fics (which is ALL I WRITE BECAUSE I DON’T KNOW HOW TO DO SHORT) that’s where outlining and plotting become important to know how to keep everything straight and paced correctly.

I’m going to use “together, you and i” as my example for this since I heavily outlined and planned that fic.

First, I think really high level. Like, if I had to tell a story in 4 sentences, kind of high level. “A happened, then B, and then C, and then finally D. The End.” I call it “tent-poling”. What are the crucial points/story beats that make up the arc of my fic? For “together, you and i”, it was:

Mike and El meet as teachers

They start to get to know each other through working together.

Something happens that brings them really close

They get together

And they live happily ever after

Now, there’s not a lot of detail there, is there? This is just the tent poles, though, the structure that keeps it upright. Everything else is what comes next and that’s when I start asking questions:

What kinds of activities can teachers work on outside of their classroom duties? (Answer: chaperone dances)

Is there any thing that will plausibly get in the way of them getting together? (Answer: intrinsic personality traits; Mike is kind of awkward with his feelings and El is sometimes a little too literal about things. Also, timing: getting together right before they both have to go out of town for the holidays to delay that first date.)

Sometimes, though, you can’t ask all the questions you need. Like the origination of the plot twist in “together, you and i”. I’d pretty much had it all plotted out (like, take out the twist entirely and that’s where I was at) and was happy with what I had. But my thoughts started wandering and I ended up thinking about how Hopper in my fic was alone and it made me sad that he wasn’t with Joyce and my brain literally was all “well, why isn’t he with Joyce?” And that simple thought completely recontextualized everything. I came up with the twist and immediately everything snapped into place. So don’t be afraid to ask “why not?” to your plot.

But, of course, then you have planning. With something like a twist, it’s important to keep all your details straight. But that’s pretty much true in general for all writing. Once I have my big, high-level outline, I literally scene-by-scene outline it. I treat it like a movie or an episode of TV show. It’s the literal play-by-play. When it comes time to figure out chapters, I try to see if I can make themes or parallels that will make each chapter feel like a complete mini-story.

And then, with implementing, the key is not to be so married to your plot that you suck all the joy out of it. There were so many times where I started something and along the way went, “ooh, I should put X in there!” So, I paused and found a way to incorporate it and then went on with the readjustment. Part of incorporating those unplanned things is checking to make sure it’s not going to make things more complicated on you in the long run (my issues with my roommates au fic is a prime example of that), so it’s important to think about the ripple effect when adding new story elements just so you don’t end up with your back against a corner.

So...yeah. That’s my process. It’s taken a lot of learning to get to this point and a lot of trial and error and words I’ve written that haven’t seen the light of day, but were crucial for my development as a writer. But it’s fun and y’all seem to like the output of it, so, I say it’s time worth spent!

[bolbianddolanhouse]

oops, I have a BNHA OC [self insert]

BNHA AU

Name: Itati Palma age: 15 {normal 1st year HS age} gender: Female sexuality: Cis-gender, Heterosexual quirk: Mid-range Telekinesis and Copy school: UA high class: 1-A, Intelligence Courses (Secret Service section of the school, tho not canon, is a lesser known section of UA with small class sizes)

Likes: Memes, coffee, flowers and scented stationary 

Dislikes: Ignorance, Capitalism, authority figures and unseasoned food

Quirk:

What it does: Can levitate self, other object/persons, teleport 

flaw/limit: 

1) Though no limit to how much they can levitate and move other objects, they HAVE to expose their armpits to activate telekinesis (in other words, T-pose) 2) Can teleport only 2 miles at a time and even then, the location HAS to be a location they’ve visited/passed through before 3) in order to teleport an object/another person, they have to have the object/person against their chest (think of a tight hug)

what it does: copy other quirks

flaw/limit:

1) Can also copy mutations if its in relation of the quirk 2) HAS to touch the person’s face with their hand in order to copy the quirk 3) Can copy someones double quirk but its harder to control 4) Can’t sustain the copy for too long, depending on the quirk and how many, can sustain between 5 mins to 8 hours

About the family: 

Neron Palma: Father (metal manipulation) Elde Palma: Mother (Full Range Telekinesis and Erasure) Primavera Palma: Older sister (Rampage and Fire) Joaquin Palma: Little Brother (Elasticity and Flight)    -Double quirks run on the mother’s side, Elemental manipulation runs on the father’s side. Telekinesis runs on both sides. Hispanic family of immigrant parents and older sibling, brother and I are American born. Nobody is a pro-hero BUT quirks are used for their respected occupations. In America, theres no pro-heroes due to unjust and corrupt government, but Batman is a thing (all other comic book heroes are just comics and cartoons).

Combat techniques and preferences:  

Though having a double quirk and being potentially powerful, they rely on their quick thinking and environment when in combat. Not really being the type to physically fight, they’re the team strategist and last resort. Even though not choosing to be a hero, they have a signature fighting style thats a mix of lucha libre and MMA fighting. Since they’re in the Intelligence course, they also use a whole range of gadgets like net guns, stun guns, ammo guns, flash grenades and blades to name a few that they keep concealed and carry. Works best in teams but can carry on their own if they need to. 

About : 

Just a bright and talented American teen when their whole world was rocked by an up and coming gang that attacked the high school she was attending at the time. When she saw her favorite teacher get shot by the gang leader, she stood in front of them and fought him to the death. Even though she managed to disable the leader, he shot her in the abdomen, causing her to bleed out as he escaped. Thinking this was the end of her life, she woke up in a government controlled hospital and was told that they intervened a government case and was given 3 options. To re-locate with their family, stay and die or to join the secret service but leave the country until all gang activity dies out. Though a hard choice on their family, they accept the 3rd option for the safety of their family. They fake her death and she gets quickly sent to Japan to attend UA as a last minute enrollee to the Intelligence program. 

School life: 

Since she was an international student and tested out of alot of subjects (like english, sciences and 1st year math), she was able to get a specialized class schedule that allowed them to take part of the hero course while taking intelligence courses. So she interacts with the 1-A students for 2 hours out of the school day. Everyone gets along with her and include her as much as possible, even as far as training with them. Since she didn’t bring her family with her to Japan, alot of their ‘adult reliance’ came from Midnight, Present Mic and Eraserhead. She basically only has 2 very close friends that she met in their Intelligence course, Jin and Mimi (more on them in another post). Lived by themselves until the introduction of dorms. 

Uniform and Costume:

She wears the uniform like all the other girls but with more personality. Often wears colorful knee-high socks, makeup (to hid eye bags mostly), shoes vary from normal loafers to ugg looking-ass boots. On the pocket of the blazer, they wear their flag pins with pride (all international students were given flag pins to let other students know where they’re from and home culture. Mine were the American flag and Mexican flag). Hair always done differently daily to show off how long, thick and curly it is. At first, they didn’t have PE clothes bc of their rush enrollment, so they had to wear basketball shorts and witty t-shirts to do training. When the measurements were done, her PE clothes were like the UA track suit but with shorts instead of pants and had their last name and American flag on the upper back of the jacket. As for costume, everyone in the intelligence course gets a custom variation of a black jumpsuit with utility belt and holsters. Mine was a jumpsuit with shorts, mesh long sleeves, thigh high compression stockings, steel toe boots and a drop down visor. On the upper thigh of the suit is embroidered Agent number (Im number 19) and two flags (American and Mexican). 

Fun details:

Acts like the class cool older sibling even though they’re all the same age. If they didn’t leave America, she would’ve studied to be a musician or writer. Everyone gets intrigued when they speak spanish (often its cursing). Doesn’t like using their copy quirk but the 1-A boys are always actin’ the fool and they catch these hands then get their ass kicked with their own quirk. Often feels homesick and gets depressed over her situation but chooses not to seek help from others (Midnight is often the one to help them out without being asked). Doesn’t sleep much to upkeep with school work but also parties alot with their Intelligence class until the sun rises. To everyone’s surprise, she has a drivers license and drives to school (up until the dorm situation, they just teleport to school and drive when they do shopping). Is an LGBTQA+ ally and will fight anyone who bullies them, even if they don’t know them. 

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I decided to share my BNHA self insert bc I’ve been having these dreams where I attend UA and live a whole ass life in that universe. These dreams have been continuous for about 4 months now and I REALLY want the 4 season to start so I can stop and dream literally anything else. In the meantime, if you stumbled upon this post and want/need to read something to bide the time until season 4 (or just want to read self insert AUs), Ill be updating often on this AU for anyone’s reading pleasure. Thanks for stopping by today :3 Ill put a link to the next one here! Bye for now!

[vxnevermorevx]

Welcome to my mind

For the last three years, my mind has been... Well, shit. Not that it hadn't been on a steady decline for years prior.

Recently, someone named her Denise. My other me. "Because that's what she is..when something is the opposite of something it's de-. She's not nice, she's De-Nice..."

Denise.

The name give to the me that's not me but spends more time pretending to be me than I do.

*Character Bio*

When I'm not Denise, I'm Ginny and she was the most wonderful person. I miss her dearly.

I had a great childhood. Very few psychological events, in my opinion. We never had much money, but my mom made sure I never knew it. My father worked hard at both his job and destroying his marriage; which is probably one of the marks on my childhood. More to come on that, I'm sure.

I didn't have trouble in school, per se. Bullied only a handful of times in all my school years. My mom is a designer, so I wore things you couldn't find on stores throughout my whole school life. I was *always* ahead of the trend and some kids couldn't handle it. We're talking 1991-2003. So, jumpers, corsets, mesh dusters, pants with fur on the bottom, dressing like anime characters... I was the first of everyone around me to be dressing that way. And I loved it!

But I had my revenge, as my hecklers could be seen wearing the same things they made fun of me for, after it became trendy. I guess you didn't have to be dead to be caught wearing that after all...

I struggled in math and excelled in art and writing. I had mostly good teachers, I think only one hated me.

I met all my best friends there. Can't say I've made all that many more in the years since. But, in my defense I'm surrounded by people who are nothing like me. You see, I grew up in Florida. All my vital youthful years were spent there. And now I live near Portland, Oregon. God, why? I even lost one of my dearest friends to the city. She completely changed from a fun, artistic girl who liked to draw, read, and cook...to...one of them. She's now a guilt vegan ( let's you know how disgusting you are for eating meat ) and is obsessed with shows that need to be cancelled. I had known this girl since first grade, she said she would follow the first friend who loved out of state. That was me, so she came out here too. Our friendship immediately began deteriorating as she would not allow me in my own room during the day, because she was talking to some loser friend of hers online. This person left her in a Walgreen's 20 miles from her home, on the wrong side of town, when we were all barely old enough to drive, because she was taking too long looking at eyeliner. But, she sounds like a solid individual to begin emulating. Are you serious? I watched my fully replacement take effect. 20 years of friendship completely gone in a matter of months. Have you ever watched someone stop carrying about you? Think about it. No, don't think about it. It's awful. She even physically ended our friendship. The first I had ever experienced. It was wrenching. But, I'm too far ahead now. I need to tell you how I got to Oregon.

Somewhere around me being 16, my dad stopped coming home. His mother had recently died and he knew some pretty shitty people willing to help him take the pain away. How does a poor, dyslexic, hoodlum, with a history of abuse cure the blues? Crack, of course. My mom did all she knew how to do, but she was pretty done with it all. They got divorced and some rich old lady "saved" him and whisked him off to Maryland where he would suffer many years of depression for what he had done to his family.

Now, it was just my mother and me. I immediately got a job and gave her my entire paycheck to help keep us in our lovely house. But as fate would have it, the city claimed eminent domain on our house with plans to build a water treatment facility. So, they lowballed us on what our house was worth and gave us 6 months to move. Now, here's some important side information: my mom is an army brat who grew up with mountains her whole life, until moving to Florida for my dad, which was apparently one of the last places she ever wanted to be. And my chummy from another tummy, was born in Oregon and had recently left me to go to OSU. This girl is my sister by all counts but blood. So, with a few other helping factors the logical answer was to start anew. How completely different my life would have been if I stayed. Can't say it would be better, just 100% different from what it is now.

But, in 2005 we moved to Oregon on the promise that we would do all the things we wanted to do and be living in Seattle in a few years.

None of that worked out. I can still remember the first night we spent in our apartment. I hated it. I let everyone know too. I think I cried for a week. I just wanted to go home. My Sisi was too far away to see her more often than the weekends and slowly her grades began to falter. This led to her dropping out and moving back to Florida just five months after I moved out here for her. I fell apart. I had only my mom and I love her, but sometimes you need your friends... You know? We did what we could and took jobs we hated and tried to get used to our new surroundings. I'm apparently a spoiled brat so I'm sure I made things painful for my mom who was finally back in her element and here I was stomping around telling everyone how much I hated it. Hate it. Present tense. I know the whole world is a cess pool of hipster, millennial idiots who all think that they know how to run the world, but the concentration of their free-for-all holier-than-thou ways is as dense here as the trees. It's exhausting listening to people who haven't showered in a week tell you how special they are because they have this heightened awareness that they learned from some Joe Blow and happens to not be fact at all. I have had a 24 year old Hispanic girl tell me that only white people can be racist, everyone else is prejudice. I told her that that in itself was a racist statement. And she said "no it's not. My teacher told me, and she has a PhD." I don't think I need to explain the definition of racism, but I do think Manson could have thrived in this town.

Fast forward quite a few years and we are both still in Oregon working jobs we hate not getting any of the things done we said we would. Are we lazy? Are we depressed? I'm sure it's both.

But, a small miracle comes my way, as I'm getting dressed to go down to the office to sign the next years lease I get a call from a woman who used to work with me. She asks if we are still looking for a new place to live and I tell her yes! We end up renting her townhouse from her because she's getting married. She proves to be a terrible landlord, probably because she's not all that good at being a person. She's really great at other things, but not that. Somme people are like that. But, I also haven't learned how to speak Oregonian in the 14 years I have been here.

A few more years and we end up buying the house and I have changed jobs for my health and things are looking up. I lose some of the weight I had acquired in my sorrows. I even find a guy that I can tolerate. Mostly bc he's 4000 miles away in another country. But, I struggle to find my way in our incredibly mismatched relationship. And he's so smart. So, successful... Here it comes... "what's he doing with a loser like me?"

My friends.... They all have something to show for their lives: degrees, children (Im not interested in these things,) husbands, jobs they don't hate....

I have a mortgage and a ridiculously high HOA, two payed off cars, 50 extra pounds on my ass, a job I'm not particularly built for, and a guy whom I love differently than he loves me.

I'm killing it.... Or myself. One way or the other. "I still haven't figured that shit out yet " -Eddie Murphy

I think this a pretty good place to stop for now. You should have a good amount of reference points for the following posts which will entirely be me, describing my chronic severe depression hoping that someone somewhere might read it and know they are not alone. I feel such a sense of validation when I read something from someone who feels the same as I do. This blog isn't for attention or critiquing, as most will likely be written when things like grammar and story structure aren't focused on. It's purely to get the chaos out so, I can organize it.

I don't know who you are but if you're reading this far, please stay tuned if you want to say "Wow, that's exactly how I feel."

Do good.