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Learn the Hard Way 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, power dynamic, age gap, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Lloyd Hansen, Nick Fowler (Professor AU)

Summary: you return to campus is less than glorious.

Part of the Bad Professors AU

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Despite the apartment being a dream come true, almost too good to be real, you find it hard to settle in. Something has you uneasy. You know how life goes. There’s going to be a kick in the mouth at some point. 

You’re still waiting for it the next day. You shower and dress before you head off to campus. You wear your favourite getup; not that you have much variety. Jeans, vans, and a plain tee under your grey denim jacket. It gives off the vibes that you don’t give a fuck, yet you really have a lot of fucks to give. 

First on the docket is your most dreaded. The Business of Photography. You’re sure it’s practical but you’re also not the best at logistics. You’ve looked over the syllabus and there’s a whole unit on accounting. Gulp! 

You follow a group of girls in uggs and barrel jeans into the lecture hall. One look from the blond with the high ponytail girds you way from attempting to ingratiate yourself. Flashbacks of high school have you finding a seat well on the other side of the room. 

More students siphon in and the room grows raucous as their voices rise to the high ceilings. You sit with your head down, scrolling on your phone. Oh! You forgot. You bring up Auburn’s convo and type in a quick hi. You haven’t heard from her since right after you parted the day before. You wonder how her classes are going. 

You black the screen of your phone and put it face down. You lean back in your chair and flutter your fingers impatiently. Your ears are starting to itchy from the sheer volume of your peers. 

The overhead speakers scuff and a deep voice fills the hall. “Shut the fuck up!” 

The silence that falls over the rows of students is so stunned you almost laugh. What you overheard amidst the cacophony was way worse and you had half a thought to tell them the same. You peer down to the front of the hall and wince. You knew that voice was familiar... 

“Now that I have your attention,” your landlord lets go of the microphone and stands straight at the podium. “I’m Professor Hansen. Professor Mason has gone on a sabbatical so here I am to pick up his mess. This is--” He pauses, seemingly annoyed at even being there. He pulls his phone and squints at the screen. “The business of photography? Good fucking luck.” 

He’s unbothered that his last comment echoes in the speakers as plain as day. You hide your mouth behind your hand. It’s not funny. It’s obvious he doesn’t give a shit. That being here is like plucking hairs from that mustache of his, yet, his agitation is entertaining. 

“Alright, which of you is gonna get up here and get the slides going?” 

There’s hesitation and students look back and forth, hoping anyone is brave enough to sacrifice themselves. There’s no volunteer. Hansen’s sigh wafts over the mic. 

“Four-eyes,” he points and snaps at the front row. “You look like you play League, get your ass up here.” 

The skinny boy in the front row stands, hesitating before he gets his footing. He crosses to the podium as Hansen snaps his fingers again and stomps his foot. “Chop chop, Revenge of the Nerds.” 

Ooh. You haven’t seen that in a minute. You know for damn sure it aged like lettuce.  

The class is silent as the unlucky soul assists Hansen in setting up the projector. You can hear the little snipes through the microphone. What a start to a class. It only dawns on you as the slides flash onto the screen that this is weird. You’re taking a class with your landlord. Should you switch sections? 

“Alright, hey, Poindexter, take a seat,” Hansen chirps and points the skinny coed back to the front row. “Let’s get started.” 

He swipes up the clicker and goes to the next slide. He groans, “really? Look at this shit. I’m no artist but the composition...” he stares up at the projected slide. “Holy fuck. Alright, write this fucking down.” 

He tosses the clicker. 

“Business isn’t fucking pictures. Business is numbers.” A murmur ripples through the classroom and Hansen leans into the mic again, speaking directly into it. “Did I say you could fucking speak?” 

You snort into your palm and keep it flush to your mouth. You shouldn’t laugh. It’s really not funny. You lean your chin into your hand and focus on keeping your amusement locked up. 

“Back to business. Literally.” He says, “and that’s how you fucking use that word, girlies. Your little feels, those aren’t ‘literal’,” he mimics a California bleach blond in the last utterance. 

There’s an uncomfortable shift in the seats. You huddle down as much as you can. As funny as this very crass and unprofessional lecture might be, you really don’t need to be noticed. Especially considering you could very easily bring any drama home with you. Would that be literally? 

Hansen continues on in his lecture-slash-diatribe. He might be blunt and at times condescending, but he knows what he’s talking about. He dismisses the class with a ‘you can go now’ and slams shut his laptop. He definitely is not happy about this spontaneous assignment. 

You’ve never seen college students move as fast as they do in that moment. There’s a low buzz of voices, too afraid to rise over a whisper, and the rustle of skirts and jackets, the squeak and scuff of sneakers. You sidle along the row, penned in by those closer to the center aisle. 

You come out at last and as you head for the rear door where everyone else is streaming toward, that deep timbre rolls over the hall again. 

“Ashley,” Hansen calls out. Several girls turn around in dread as the professor calls out the common name. “The one dressed like Cobain, get down here.” 

You lift your foot to the next step and stop. The rest of the girls quickly flee. You think he forgot your name. You turn and point to yourself with your thumb. 

“Me, sir? It’s Ash,” you explain. 

“Don’t give a fuck, come here.” 

Great. How the hell did he sift you out of the sea of students? You slowly descend as he lifts his bag from the table and crosses his arms. He approaches you around the other side of the podium. 

“So?” He prompts. You stare back at him dumbly. “The apartment?” 

“Oh, yes, it’s awesome. Thanks.” 

“Sure the fuck it is. All the work I put into it. Look, was gonna drop a notice but I’ll just tell you now. I need to check the alarms. City bylaw.” 

“Right,” you nod. “Okay.” 

He narrows his eyes, “I need your schedule.” 

“My schedule?” You wonder. 

“Fine, I’ll just fucking walk in, I don’t care.” 

“Shit, sir, I mean... I just, okay, like I didn’t know what you meant. Fu—shoot,” you take out your phone. “I’ll send you a screenshot.” 

“Fan-fucking-tastic. Now get the fuck outta here. I’ve had enough of you college girls,” he growls. 

You nod and turn back up the steps. As you ascend, you mutter to yourself, “my fucking pleasure, sir.” 

He huffs, “fucking heard that.” 

You freeze and cringe at the doors ahead of you. 

“Like I said, have a good day, sir,” you turn back to wave then quickly flit out. Well, that went horribly. 

[ofdelphis]

lucy boynton. thirty-one. cis woman. she / her. ┊┊ STELLA FEATHERINGHAM, better known as agent DELPHI has been with cerberus corp as an eo since 2019 and is LEVEL TWO. TAKING A WRONG TURN ONLY TO BE MET WITH A CAR DRIVING THE WRONG WAY DOWN A ONE-WAY STREET has gifted them PRECOGNITION, though IT’S LIMITS BEING ONLY 15 SECONDS INTO THE FUTURE has also been noted. when they aren’t protecting the tri-state area, they are fond of EXPERIMENTING WITH COOKING and are never seen without A WELL-WORN REFILLABLE LEATHER-BOUND JOURNAL. civilians think they are POLITE & DEDICATED, but some of the other agents see them as ANAL RETENTIVE & COMBATIVE. cerberus corp should consider the fact that their last mission status was SUCCESSFUL (BY SOME MIRACLE) when giving out the next one.

featheringham  ,  stella  .

(   thirty-one  ,  precognisant  ,  level ii agent   )

BIOGRAPHY    /    PINTEREST    /    PLAYLIST

001.  GENERAL

name  stella mae featheringham . nicknames  lella ( parents ) / stel ( friends ) . age  thirty-one . date of birth  february 1st 1992 . zodiac  aquarius . place of birth  portland , maine . current residence  greenwich village , new york city . gender  cis woman . pronouns  she / her . sexuality  bisexual . occupation  level ii cerberus agent . faceclaim  lucy boynton . height  5'5 / 1.65m . tattoos  none . piercings  two on right ear , one on left . distinguishing features  a small gap between her two front teeth . positive traits  polite , dedicated , careful , practical . negative traits  anal retentive , combative , anxious , neurotic . labels / tropes  ( coming soon . ) inspirations  prue halliwell ( charmed ) , sally owens ( practical magic ) . likes  black tea , coffee , cooking , swimming , the colour blue , cats , history books , the ocean , rain and thunder , sunsets , seashells , rock collecting . dislikes  cliffs , long drives , tarot , astrology , harsh sunlight , summer , skinny jeans , the sound of trumpets , movie night without popcorn , lukewarm baths . fears  spiders , car crashes , the dark ( only outside and alone ) . hobbies  cooking , baking , recording podcasts she'll never upload . habits  lip biting , pacing , clicking and unclicking pens , journaling .

002.  EXTRA ORDINARY

near death experience…  what led to her becoming an eo were truly a series of unfortunate events, just an accident after the other that truly couldn't have been expected. stella had left work late to dinner with her family, and was distracted — she spaced out and took a wrong turn, cursed herself for being even later, and then noticed a car coming at her down a one-way street. for someone with a healthy dose of anxiety looming over her at all times, the split second she had to think before the collision was " why didn't i see this coming? " because when push comes to shove, she should've thought about this possibility, why wouldn't something like this not happen to her? she survived, barely, but turns out second-guessing yourself even at the face of death has its benefits . power…  finding out about her precognition was quite frankly terrifying — no one is truly prepared to suddenly start getting flashes of everything that's about to happen in the next few seconds, totally at random with no warning at all. that isn't to say it doesn't come in handy even in day to day situations — her precognition kicks in usually when she's in perceived danger, but it's not particularly good at discriminating what danger is. sometimes, it's true life or death, sometimes it's the possibility of stepping in a puddle or knocking over her favourite vase. over the years she's come to learn how to control it to an extent — if she focuses hard enough, she can force a vision , but truly her power ends up giving her more daily headaches than anything else . drawbacks / vulnerabilities…  ultimately stella's precognition doesn't have too many drawbacks other than having the ability to be genuinely annoying, and being incredibly inconsistent. they're also very limited in terms of time — she only has 15 seconds of foresight, and no amount of effort will push that further. any abilities that affect foresight ( i.e. if someone can predict someone's next combat move, for example ) will always be a huge detriment to her, as what she sees is never fixed — it can change, and be easily intercepted . cerberus corp…  applying for cerberus was less a case of " this is my dream job " and more of a situation where she kept running into issues at her old job as a sous chef. her ability triggered incredibly often ( surprisingly, a kitchen full of flammable items can be very dangerous — thankfully by now her power's more stable ) and cerberus seemed like a safe bet. as far as the actual work is concerned, stella's motto has been to keep her head down and just do her job, go where she's needed and then go home. sometimes she's useful in more stressful missions, sometimes her power's too much of a wildcard and she can do something quieter. is her job her favourite thing in the world? no but it's not the worst and sometimes that's a good spot to be in . codename…  the choice of a codename was more nerve-wracking than she'd expected, and delphi seemed like the best option out of the ones in rotation — pythia was another one she'd toyed with, but it felt too presumptuous. all in all, it's a solid codename that she doesn't mind going by, and one she's come to cherish as a part of herself too.

[osaka-lilac]

i'm late i'm late!! but iris, dahlia, and plumeria?<3 ily

jd you’re never too late i love you so much ty ty ty <3333

iris - would you describe yourself as a sensitive person? why or why not?

i’m 10000000% a sensitive person. it’s both my biggest strength and my weakness. i’m very in tune with others and can often like. just tell that something ain’t right. i like to describe myself as an empath pretty much. and i often find myself as the “parent” of the groups i am a part of. but like. i also take things very close to heart and often find myself really hurt by the simplest of jokes at my expense. part of my brain doesn’t understand why you’d make fun of someone and like. make a joke about someone right in front of them? and that when you do that with no barrier there, there’s gotta be some truth to it right? if they believe it so much that they’ll say it to your face it’s gotta be true? so yea i’m very sensitive but. often to a fault

dahlia - do you like to follow current fashion trends or do you have a style that you prefer to stick to?

so my body type does not really lend itself well to current fashion trends especially in the us. it’s about slender waists and flat tummies here but me? when i say i’m non-passing as a man, i REALLY mean it. i got wide fucking hips and a tummy!!! (my ex loved it but like now that he’s not around it’s sometimes tough for me to like it.) like going shopping at the mall sucks cause i’ll unfold a cool shirt and it’s a fucking crop top. like i don’t need or want to wear that.

so i have a neutral style that i like. graphic tees but like. cool ones like my ferrari tan puma shirt and my knock off indy 500 shirt i got from rue 21 and not like the ones that just say dr pepper on em for fun. i’ve got two flannels with pins on em that i got from my dad that i often wear in the fall or if i’m going out. skinny jeans and flat-bottomed shoes are my go to, and i find myself wearing baseball caps a lot more this summer. i’m also chest binding every day with that so i try to go the fall androgynous hipster look. i’ve also got this small moonstone necklace that my mom got me that i wear every day, and a metal ring i got over a year ago online that is wearing out bad but i still love it. it’s a small spread of playing cards with very small red jewels in them. it was cheap but it’s my favorite accessory i own.

plumeria - are you working on any creative projects? if so, what kinds?

i went to college for animation for two years and i’ve kinda finally decided i’m taking a gap year to maybe figure out if something else is right for me. part of it was the fact i got so burnt out that i stopped going to my classes for a few weeks out of fear of going and not being able to to anything. so right now i’m trying to get back into it by slowly drawing and posting sketch pages of people and things i like so that i can stay in touch with my more creative side and not lose that passion of mine completely. i do stuff with drivers or stuff from my own life. (lots of stuff from my nature walks usually.) nothing big or too overwhelming, but it truly makes me happy.

(also depending on what you consider creative projects i also make mixtapes on spotify for fun and i love them. you can see them here)

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