#hours. I go to my classroom intent on dropping

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I cannot win today

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Went down a very specific research pipeline last night, and now you get to share it with me:

Does Dev have hypoglycemia?

Low levels of blood sugar that - when they drop - can lead to irritability, confusion, headaches, exhaustion, shaking, rapid heartbeat, blurry vision, passing out, seizures, or even death. Blood sugar can drop about 2 to 4 hours after eating; snacks and additional small meals are very needed; sugary foods like hard or gummy candies can give a quick boost, as can juice or soda. I'm continuing my research after this post, so please forgive/inform me if I've mixed up details between different types of hypoglycemia- or just got something totally wrong.

FOP: A New Wish is set in modern times (i.e. not the far future). He's allowed to have drones in the classroom with him- They're acknowledged as his assistants and the teachers know about them.

Potentially, they may function under similar rules to service dogs- another sentient creature that would be allowed in class (ignoring that Dev is sometimes away from them, or that they went into the halls on their own in "28 Puddings Later").

We know Dev is self-reliant enough to get by without his au pairs. They help him, but they're not something he needs 24/7.

Insert joke about the au pairs needing off-duty time like service dogs and sometimes they just go play. Union rules...

We know they have the capability to "alert on Dev" like service dogs... or at least, this one looked at Dev and beeped when scanning a paper, and even projected an exclamation point to catch his eye:

The visual-verbal cue combo is definitely an intentional feature (And it's not like it greeted him by name- it just beeped and he knew what it was conveying).

We know that at the end of "Lost and Founder's Day," this au pair - despite being a machine - recognized Dev was sad (or at least low energy) and patted him on the head.

Au Pair: I would hug you, but I do not have human arms or warmth.

Earlier in this episode, we see the au pairs respond to people based on data they were being fed through sensors people were wearing on their wrists. Dev might have one here, though we know he was upset to find out his dad was using them to zap people and he's sad about his dad not loving him, so it's likely he's not wearing it.

This implies the au pairs don't have enough data about most people, but they DO have internal data about Dev. If not internal, they can read him well. We do know they're good at reading cues- They get embarrassed during the festival when they find out problems have been corrected before they got there and we didn't see the Dimmlets shock anyone to prompt the au pairs to acknowledge the situation changed. What does it say about the au pairs if they're implied to be Dale's creation and they see sad Dev and think "I should hug him."

The Off Puddin' brand of pudding is so desirable that the whole class became addicted; they had withdrawals when Hazel changed her "unlimited pudding" wish to be "pudding after we take our class picture" wish- Just like everyone else, Dev was one of the affected individuals and ate all the pudding he could get his hands on.

If the pudding is that delicious, it's interesting Dev kept some (even if this is a new batch from a different pudding day) and snacked on it in Fairy World... and didn't give into impulses to eat it some random day beforehand:

I guess we can't prove it's the same brand, but it's presumably the same model from "28 Puddings Later." I think it's the only item we know he brought to Fairy World beyond clothes and one au pair that he stands on. He doesn't even use his tablet in this episode (which he's normally glued to outside of school).

We can confirm Peri didn't poof this up for him (or at least, it's very unlikely since that would've been weeks ago). Dev eats this pudding after Irep ditches him to hang out with his dad- Extremely doubtful Dev got Irep's attention for his snack. Or Dale's, for that matter (if his dad brought some).

Canonically, the principal gives Dev lots of pudding because his dad made a "generous donation" to the school. It's possible he does this often since we know Dev hoards pudding every pudding day...

... which is interesting, because in "Stanky Danky," the news describes Dale as "billionaire non-philanthropist." Investing in his child's future for the sake of good education doesn't seem to be his M.O.... although he does send Dev to a private school, so maybe.

We know Dale hates losing money, and we know he's not the best dad to Dev... but we also know Dev has an official allergy card that names him in 3rd person-

- which could imply he got this card when he was young. That's not guaranteed, but I looked at some IRL cards and some use first-person, so it's food for thought.

Possibly, his dad even took him to the doctor for official diagnosis. Lactose intolerance can be hereditary, so if Dale has it, he may have identified it immediately after Dev's first reaction. For all Dale’s faults, Dev IS still alive and not starving to death - and still lives with his dad - so it's not improbable Dale's aware of his son's food needs. On a darker note... given Dale's abusive childhood, I feel like lack of food is something he has trauma around. Also, if Dale is lactose intolerant, I'd be curious to know how Dev found out he was, as I'd assume Dale wouldn't keep dairy in the house if he can't eat it. The two logical options here are "Dale took him for an allergy test" or "Dev ate dairy outside the house and got sick, so he told his dad / the au pairs." Maybe he found out in preschool?

Dev's au pair bringing him a snack! Their boy needs to eat!

Anyway, this was all leading up to these screenshots of Dev having no fun on the walk to Signal Hill that I found funny:

No energy... need sugar... Exercise did a number on him... Hazel takes a breather by crouching for a second, but Dev just slams his face in the grass and I think that's great.

Despite Dev not liking to walk, he and Hazel stopped their treasure hunt before the final clue and walked back to the Dimmadome place for food, so that's neat to think about (especially in the context of him snacking before he left the house... How long were they out? Did he even finish his snack?)

Dev's au pair was preemptively wearing a chef's hat when he and Hazel came back to the house, so I wonder if that's his routine lunch time on weekends. The au pairs are good caretakers who know their boy's schedule and needs...

Immediately after this scene, Dale asks what Dev and Hazel are up to "this fine afternoon," so it's probably after 1 pm. Noon at the earliest, but surely not an early lunch at 11 AM. Interesting consideration for the timing of Dev's snack... It makes sense if he was out with Hazel for 2 to 4 hours before he had to go home and eat, even though they were on the final riddle.

Come to think of it, one of the things we know about Dev's house is that there's a cereal bar and Peri brings him cereal... and the woozy Peri hallucinating about bringing Dev "his favorite cereal" (during the finale) seems to get to him one way or another.

Consider... Cosmo and Wanda poofed up hard candy when Peri came over because Dev needed sugar I DID wonder what they were up to considering sugar gets Fairies inebriated...

tl;dr - I like to think the reason on paper that Dev gets his au pairs in school is for medical reasons. They track his blood sugar and keep him from, y'know... going into a seizure or passing out. I can't imagine Dale would like that happening to his son at home either (if for no other reason than because it would be a huge distraction he has to deal with).

If this is something Dev's been dealing with since he was little, that plays into the au pairs accompanying him through his early years... We know he's both lactose intolerant and extremely picky, not liking any of the cupcakes Peri poofed up despite this many attempts:

- which I cannot imagine Dale had the patience to deal with long if he was Dev's primary caretaker in his earliest years.

I was gonna make a joke about Dale hiring someone to watch Dev - and let's be real; he probably did - but also... do you think this cocky guy would spend money when "It's a baby; how hard can it be? I also eat daily- This is just efficient use of my time!"

POV: Tired single dad who's not yet finalized his au pair design walks into grocery store with baby, buys cupcakes, leaves. Confuses every parent in the parking lot when he has a fussy Dev sitting on the back of the car and he's spoonfeeding him icing. They did not go home. Next stop will be the park, where Dale falls asleep on a bench while Dev eats bugs. Some parent sees Dev eating a chocolate bar and strikes up a conversation with Dale about what a big moment it was when they treated their child to chocolate and Dale's just like "I've been feeding him that his entire life." Dale pouring a soda in his toddler's sippy cup: Don't judge me.

At a certain point, when you're a billionaire single dad running multiple businesses and you're good at robotics, there comes a time when "It would make things easier if my young child (who's a very picky eater and can't have dairy) had a drone to follow him around, alert him when his blood sugar is about to drop, or assist if he passes out" makes a lot of sense. Especially if you have major trust issues from abuse and prefer relying on your own inventions.

It was a very relieving day for Dale when he finally had a reliable au pair to leave his son with, I'm sure. Didn't accidentally kill his son!! #Not as big a jerk as you could've been!

During my original liveblog for "Battle of the Dimmsonian," I was confused about Dev going from "I need to talk to Hazel" to trying to spook her and her friends by summoning ghosts. I'm definitely not excusing his bitter attitude in general as a hypoglycemia thing, but this is an episode that would make this headcanon funny:

Peri, internally: Listen here, you little brat- I've read your file. Now eat your freakin' cupcake. Icing is good for you. Dev: These are terrible >:( I'll go without. Peri: WHY? Dev later that day: If I tell Peri I need sugar, he'll be SUCH a pain about it. I opt to suffer...

Anyway, I think it's interesting and I'm going the "au pairs help Dev with a lot of things, but one of them is hypoglycemia" direction in my City Lights AU :)

If anyone's curious, I'm doing growth hormone deficiency that also lands him with a weak immune system- another thing the au pairs help him with. My full character profile for Dev will go into extra details about his life... Fun times.

Dale, planting his whiny and sick child on the floor by his desk and handing him a tablet, juice, and a bunch of hard candy: Big Boss has a work meeting. Don't go outside or you'll die. At this point, you're sunk costs and if I lose you, I'm gonna make it everyone's problem.

Bonus Theory:

Are Doug and Dale also lactose intolerant, and did Dale kill his dad's cows?

In Season 5 - "Mooooving Day" - Doug runs a business called Dimmadome Farms, which produces extreme amounts of milk from genetically modified cows. He uses this to keep the population of Dimmadome Acres totally happy and obedient.

Doug seems convinced the milk makes people happy and that it's a good thing, but he doesn't personally drink it. It's kind of funny to think he went the route of milk because his family is full of lactose intolerant individuals who won't accidentally drink it.

Genetics - Lactose intolerance is inherited in the autosomal recessive pattern- This means either both of Dev's parents are lactose intolerant, or they personally aren't but carry the gene.

Additionally, Dev will only pass lactose intolerance to his kids if his partner also has the gene- either intolerant or a carrier.

There's a chance Dev developed it without genetics, but it looks like there's a lot more variety there than I can cover in a single post. From what I've read, it's "uncommon in babies and young children." He's 9 when "Peace of Pizza" takes place, which might strengthen the argument that it's genetic in his family.

One of the businesses Dale lists as under his possession in "Lost and Founder's Day" is Dimm-'N-Out Burgers. Presumably this is a parallel of In-'N-Out Burger, which use beef patties. Notably, this is a business made up for A New Wish- It's never been portrayed as under Doug's ownership.

If Dimmadome Farms already existed in Dale's youth, it makes sense Dale would use the cows from there- You have to do something with the ones who aren't producing milk, so why not make money?

Technically, Dimmadome Acres was wiped out by magic, but it's possible Dimmadome Farms itself was outside premises of the suburban neighborhood, so maybe there were other cows.

We know by A New Wish, Dale has established himself as a tech mogul, but he probably wasn't one straight after being rescued from 7 years of abuse, which is heavily implied to have started when he was 9 (give or take). Consider:

Doug: I'm making drinks from a labor force of enslaved individuals I've trapped underground :) His son, who recently escaped a life of being forced to make drinks for 7 years underground: This is incredibly insensitive, actually.

Hey, there's something SUPER sus about Dale's underground lemonade stand abuse starting at age 9 when his dad's milk factory is also underground in a big trapdoor and relies on trapped people for labor... Do you think Vicky found the cows when she was a kid and lured Dale down there, but he was lactose intolerant and couldn't drink mind control milk, so she moved him somewhere else... I'm connecting the dots...

It's worrisome that Doug's instinctual response to Timmy saying he didn't want to drink milk was "What a baby," and then he jumps and corrects himself to "Aw, shucks"... What conspiracy am I uncovering... Doug, let me in- I just wanna talk about the home your son grew up in.

I mean, the alt theory is that Doug built his underground dairy farm and trapped people to work in it BECAUSE Dale told him where he'd been for the last 7 years and he went "Oh, that's brilliant!" and that's also terrible??

Anyway, Doug's thing is that he's constantly jumping from one business to the next, never staying consistent (beyond the beloved Dimmadome stadium).

Knowing how he's always go-go-go, it's very probable he'd get his son involved in business young. Maybe Dale started with a burger joint until the robotics work paid off! A spiteful direction for Dimmadome Farms indeed...

Me, having a sudden realization and looking up from my notes theorizing both Dev and Dale have OCD and ADHD, then glancing at my second monitor where I have references from "Moooving Day" of Doug's meticulously arranged town of pink houses and people wearing matching outfits:

... Ah.

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Word count: 1.3k

Notes: Complete filth, little to no plot, dom!reader, spanking, fingering, edging, daddy!kink

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Y/n was a girl full of intentions. She wasn't a free-spirit by any use of the words. If anything, she was calculated, almost meticulous in planning out the details of her life.

The girl liked it that way. With things planned out, there was less room for distractions. Hangouts with her friends, after school activities, homework, and time for herself were all penciled in weekly.

In today's society, she wasn't a nerd, but a girlboss. It was well known around East Highland that if anyone at the school was ever going to make an impact on the world, it would be Y/n.

" What's with that face? I don't like the confusion." Y/n shut her locker to see Lexi standing next to her with her eyebrows furrowed.

" It's just- Maddy's looking over here. I'm pretty sure she's staring at you."

As of late, Maddy had become Y/n's number one enemy. Y/n hated Maddy because the Latina was a distraction, perhaps her biggest distraction.

Y/n simply hummed at Lexi's words. To anyone else, it would've come off as content or disinterest, but Lexi knew the girl better than that.

" Is there something you want to tell me?"

Y/n dismisses the question," Nope, I have class in 5 minutes, and it would take me way longer to explain anything to you."

" Are you going to tell Maddy the same thing because she's coming this way?"

Before Y/n could say anything, her name was being called," Y/n, I need to talk to you."

Y/n lets a sigh escape her lips," Can we talk after class? I've got a half hour to spare before I need to be at-"

" Now is the best time," she plasters a fake smile on her lips.

The scholar relents," Fine. Later Lexi."

Maddy smiles at her best friend's sister," Later, Lex."

Lexi watches as the two girls walk off together, Y/n trailing behind Maddy. It was strange to see her friend not leading, but following. However, she knew what kind of effect Maddy had on people.

" I don't have time for this, Madeleine," Y/n grunts as the Latina places kisses up her neck in the empty classroom.

" Make time."

Maddy's lips tickle Y/n's skin as she speaks. Her hands freely roam the other girl's body.

" Why are you always so needy?" Y/n shudders under the Maddy touch.

" Baby, now you know that's not my fault. You're the one always looking so pretty for me; so innocent. I see you and fuck, it makes me go crazy. I need your fingers inside me."

Y/n was struck, but didn't want to admit it. Maddy's words got her to her deepest core. The stubborn girl tried once more to stop this," And I need to go back to class, Madeleine."

Maddy couldn't take no for an answer. As Y/n tried to leave, Maddy gently grabbed her hand. She guided Y/n's fingers into her mouth. Y/n's eyes dilated as she watched Maddy suck her fingers.

The feeling of the wet tongue swirling around her digits was making her lose the will to fight.

" Maddy," It's a plea that leaves Y/n's lips.

The fingers depart from Maddy's ljps as she smirks at Y/n's drop in formalities. However, Maddy drags the saliva covered fingers down her body.

They trail between her slightly exposed cleavage, down her shirt, until they slip under her skirt. Y/n feels Maddy's wetness through the thin cloth of her panties.

Maddy's eyes meet Y/n," Daddy, please."

That sets it off for Y/n. She removes her fingers from the girl's underwear. She pushes the girl until she's against the teacher's desk. Y/n doesn't hesitate to bend the Latina over the desk.

" You're such a fucking slut, you know that? You can never wait until I'm ready for you. Always fucking up my schedule like the impatient whore you are."

Y/n pulls the skirt down in a swift movement and lays a harsh smack on Maddy's ass. The girl responds by sticking up further for Y/n to hit again.

" Why can't you be my good girl, huh? The rules are so simple, have you forgotten?"

At the lack of answer, Y/n slaps Maddy's ass harder than the time before causing the girl to yelp.

" Answer me, when I'm talking to you, Maddy. Tell me the rules."

" Don't bother you at school."

Y/n offers another smack," Broken."

" W-wait for you to come to me."

Y/n starts to undo her belt. It causes Maddy to bite her lip in anticipation.

" Next one, Madeleine."

" Don't be a dirty slut."

Y/n kicks the girl's legs wider. With the belt hanging loosely in her hand she squats down, coming face to face with Maddy's pussy. It's already dripping. A string of her wetness starts quickly falling to the floor. Y/n is quick to catch it with her finger. She licks the finger before standing up straight again.

She slashes the belt 6 times quickly in an x motion, hitting Maddy's bare ass with each strike. The girl's legs buckle and small whimpers escape her lips.

" So you do know the rules, you're just being disobedient for attention, huh? You like it when I punish you. Don't even try to lie because your pussy dripping while I spank you, tells me all I need to know. I should leave you here like this. Ass out and red, panties on the floor, pussy dripping."

" You wouldn't," she challenged.

Y/n stood directly behind the girl. Her hand gripped Maddy's neck while her other hand jammed three fingers into the popular girl's pussy.

Maddy's eyes rolled to the back of her head as Y/n's grip got tighter, and her fingers worked the girl's pussy.

" Fuck my fingers. You were begging for them? You must not want them that bad, I'll pull them out right now. Throw that ass back on my fingers, prove to me that you need it."

Maddy began moving the best she could in her position. There wasn't much room as she was trapped between Y/n and the desk.

" My fingers bigger than your boyfriend's dick, Maddy? He just not fucking you right, baby, huh. He doesn't know that you need to be treated like a whore, does he?"

The hand that was on her throat transitions to grab a fistful of her hair," Can't hear you over the sound of my fingers filling your pussy, speak up."

Maddy is gasping for air, trying to form any words. Your fingers remove themselves from her pussy, making her cry out. They instead start assaulting her clit.

" I asked you a question, Maddy."

She was an incoherent pile," He d-doesnt-"

" He doesn't what?"

" God-he doesn't fuck me like you do. Fuck me please, put them back inside of me please daddy."

It was Y/n's turn to smirk. She completely removed her fingers from the Latina.

" I'm going to class, Madeleine. I'll see you when I see you."

" Y-you- you can't leave me like this."

Y/n put her fingers in her mouth, quickly sucking the girl's juices off of her fingers. Once they were clean, she grabbed her belt, and fed it through the loops on her pants.

" Madeleine, whatever this is will only get better for you when you stop trying to be in control. I'm in charge of this, not you. I'll call when I want to finish fucking you."

" But-"

" Or I could just not call," Y/n's voice was cold as she spoke. She waited for Maddy to finish her back talk, but she didn't.

" If you can wait patiently… I'll consider letting you cum after I'm done punishing you."

With that Y/n exited the classroom leaving Maddy there with her ass out and red, panties on the floor, pussy dripping.

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18+ MINORS DNI

Wanda Maximoff was the school's sweetheart, everyone who knew her either wanted to be her friend or partner. Although she never truly wanted to be in a relationship as she was focused on her studies, especially as her father who was the Synagogue Rabbi. Oleg Maximoff was well respected among the Jewish Congregation in Westview, so his children were also expected to surpass the community's expectations, but there was one person who was quite the opposite.

Y/N Y/L/N, they were the school's bad influence, always skipping class to get high under the bleachers. Always taunting those who surpassed the school's expectations. They even had their eye on Wanda Maximoff, she was beautiful and they wanted her. That was all they knew.

"So, Stark is throwing a party on Friday." Nat spoke as she stood beside Wanda, leaning on the lockers.

"You know I can't go." Wanda told her.

"Just tell your parents we're having a sleepover." Nat told her. "Yelena will keep track of my parent's phone to keep our story."

"I don't know Nat." She whispered as she closed her locker, holding her books close to her chest.

"Come on." Nat pleaded. "I need my best friend there, besides, it's senior year. Live a little."

"Fine." She gave in as Nat squealed as she skipped.

"This is going to be so fun." Nat spoke excitedly as they walked to their next class. The two soon spotted Y/N, who sat in the seat at the back of the class. "You're in our seat." Nat told him as he shrugged.

"There's other seats." He pointed out as the two spotted one seat beside Bruce.

"But we always sit together." Nat told him firmly.

"Well, I guess you're on your own now." He smirked as he watched the two.

"Nat, just sit next to Bruce." Wanda told her. "It's only for an hour." Nat just sighed as she walked away as Wanda took the seat beside Y/N. He smirked as he watched her place her books down as the teacher walked in. "Aren't you getting your books out?" Wanda asked him as he smiled at her.

"I don't do books." He shrugged as she shook her head before turning her attention to the teacher. She soon felt his hand in her thigh as he leaned in to whisper in her ear. "You smell delicious today." He teased as he squeezed her thigh.

"Stop it." She growled as she pushed his hand away from her. "I am trying to learn."

"Of course." He leaned back as Wanda took notes. "Maybe you can tutor me sometime?" He questioned as he wriggled his eyebrows. "And I can help you in other ways." He whispered as he bit her earlobe.

"Ok, you will be paired with the person sitting next to you for the rest of the semester." The teacher said as she handed out worksheets. "I want you to work on the information I have given you to complete your project."

"Seriously?" Wanda whispered as she caught Nat's eyes, an apologetic look on her face as Y/N chuckled beside Wanda.

"Looks like we will be spending more time together sweetheart." He teased her as she started to pack her things. "So where shall we meet?" He questioned.

"Your place." She told him bluntly. "After school." With that, she hurried out of the classroom. Y/N smirked as he watched her walk away, earning a glare from Nat as they walked to their next class.

Although Y/N had bad intentions at first, he never expected to actually like the person Wanda is. The more time he spent with her, the more he found himself changing. He spent a majority of his time helping his Uncle at his auto shop, repairing cars and changing tires.

"You're spending an awful lot of time here." His Uncle smiled as Y/N came in after dropping Wanda at home after working on their project.

"I need the money." He told him as he started by grabbing the tools his Uncle needed.

"Or is it because of a certain brunette you've been hanging around." He smirked as Y/N shook his head.

"We're working on a project together." He told him. "Also, Stark is throwing a party tomorrow and I thought I would go."

"Ok." He nodded. "Just be careful and don't drive."

"I won't be drinking." He told him honestly. "You know I don't drink."

"But you smoke." He stated as Y/N shrugged

"That's different." He told him. "I do that for a purpose."

"I have offered to pay for therapy." He told him as they turned the engine over. "You don't have to deal with everything on your own son."

"I know." He told him as he moved to the next car. "I just. It's hard opening up so I like to be alone most of the time."

"Have you even bothered to talk to Val?" He questioned as Y/N shook his head.

"She is still out of state with her family." Y/N answered. "Her mom has been helping their Grandpa since his wife passed." He watched as Y/N walked away, throwing the rag on the side as he left the garage.

Wanda headed out to Nat's car that morning, a pep in her step as she threw her bag in the backseat. As soon as Nat started to drive, Wanda turned to face her.

"So, are you excited for tonight?" Nat questioned as Wanda nodded, a nervous smile on her face.

"Just a little nervous too." She admitted. "What if my father finds out?" She questioned as Nat shrugged.

"That won't happen." She told her. "We have a plan, you can call your mom before we leave, tell her we're watching Miss Congeniality, one and two after we have finished our homework. Then maybe we can watch A Cinderella Story before we go to bed." She turned into her usual spot. "And if your mom calls to talk to you, Yelena will answer and tell her that you're asleep."

"What if she asks to talk to me?" Wanda questioned.

"Well, I don't know." Nat Sighed as the two got out of the car and started their day. Y/N had taken the seat beside Wanda in their classes, she even spotted him defending her twin brother. Pietro wasn't the strongest lad, he was on the track team so he never did many weights, she eyed the two as Y/N helped him up off of the floor, biting her lip as she watched him check on Pietro before he disappeared.

"Checking out the bad boy?" Carol Danvers sneered as she stood behind Wanda.

"I was checking my brother." She told her before she walked away. "In case you didn't see, he was just pushed down by your friends."

"I know." She laughed as she followed Wanda to her locker. "And I can see that you like Y/N."

"What makes you think that?" Wanda laughed as Carol smirked.

"I can see the way you look at him." She snarled. "But he is mine." With that she left as Wanda let out a breath. Putting her things away in her locker before she met Nat on the field for cheer practice.

"Are you ok?" Nat questioned as the two stretched, Wanda only nodded with a small smile before they started on the routine. Of course Y/N watched from his spot under the bleachers, rolling his eyes as he heard Carol approach him.

"Hey babe." She sauntered over to him, taking the smoke from between his lips.

"What do you want, Carol?" He questioned as he tried to look past her as Wanda did the routine.

"Do you want to maybe share a ride tonight?" She asked as he shook his head no.

"I'm good, thanks." He told her with a fake smile.

"Come on, maybe I can do something for you again." She said as her fingers danced along his arm.

"No." He told her. "You only gave me head because you wanted to bum a joint from me."

"And? I still did it." She scoffed. "Wanda won't do anything like that, she's the Rabbi's good little girl."

"Don't." He growled as he pushed her against the wall. "Talk about her like that."

"Or what?" She challenged as he wrapped his hand around her neck.

"I will make the last of your senior year hell and you know it." He moved away and started to leave her as she gathered herself, finding his domineering side arousing.

Wanda entered Tony's house arm in arm with Nat. Watching how everyone was already intoxicated, making out or grinding on each other.

"I'm going to get a drink." Nat told her as she just nodded, watching as she disappeared into the kitchen.

"You look out of place." Y/N said as they stood beside Wanda.

"This isn't really my scene." She admitted as he hummed.

"Soda?" He asked as he held out an unopened can of cola.

"Thank you." She smiled as she took it from him.

"Come on." He gestured to the yard as she nodded, taking his hand as he led her through the bodies grinding sloppily. "Nat dragged you here." He started as Wanda nodded. "What would you be doing if she hadn't?"

"What?" She laughed as he smiled, taking a cigarette and lighting it.

"I just want to know you Wanda." He told her honestly.

"I would be at home, watching TV or reading." She told him honestly as she watched him take a drag. "They will kill you, you know." She told him as he looked at the cigarette in his hand.

"I know." He told her. "It just helps me clear my mind sometimes."

"Because of your parents." She whispered as he sighed. "That's why you don't drink."

"I need another drink." He told her before walking away, Wanda felt bad about her words so she followed them outside to their car, Nat watched as she stood beside Maria.

"I'm sorry Y/N." She told him as he leaned on his car. "I shouldn't have said that."

"No." He whispered as he looked up, taking a deep breath. "It's not something that comes easy to me. Talking about it, my feelings. That just isn't me."

"You can talk to me if you ever need to." She told him softly as he just nodded.

"Do you want to go on a drive with me?" He asked her as she just nodded, watching as he opened the door for her. She smiled as she got it, only waiting a brief moment for Y/N to get in the driver's side.

"So?" Wanda questioned as he parked up at the look out.

"I like you." He blurted out. "I do, I just have this feeling when I'm around you. Like I don't have to be fake."

"Y/N." Wanda started as he shook his head.

"I don't expect you to say anything Wanda, I know I am not the best guy to be around but you make me want to be better." He told her, she only saw honesty in his eyes. "I just, you make me want to be a better me and I feel like I can open up to you."

"I don't know what to say." She whispered as she looked away.

"It's ok." He told her. "Don't say anything." He whispered as he caressed her cheek, gazing into her eyes. Her breath quickened as he slowly leaned in. "Tell me to stop." He told her as he inched closer, his lips ghosting hers. She sighed as his lips touched hers. The kiss was soft and gentle, nothing more as he never wanted to push her, nor make her feel uncomfortable.

As the days went on, turning into weeks. He would take her on dates to the movies, carnival or just for a walk along the beach. He also did his research on her religion, although he was an atheist, he respected Wanda and her family's beliefs.

Shavuot had soon approached and Wanda had invited him to come along to celebrate, so he dressed in a suit. Fixing his tie as he waited at the door for Wanda, he had already purchased a skull cap to place upon his head.

"Hi." She beamed as she kissed his cheek, he smiled as he saw Wanda in a respectable dress. Her hair flowing down over her shoulders.

"Hi." He whispered as he gazed into her eyes, oddly enough his favourite sight to see in this life.

"My father is already at the synagogue." She told him as she pulled him inside to introduce him to her mom. "Mother, this is Y/N, my boyfriend." She told her proudly.

"Hello." She smiled at Y/N, he gulped as he was visibly intimidated by her.

"Hi." He choked out as her mother smiled at Wanda.

"We should get going dear." She told her, Wanda nodded as she pulled Y/N outside, pulling him to his car as he sighed.

"I am nervous, Wan." He whispered as she chuckled, getting in the passenger seat.

"It's ok." She told him. "They'll like you." He just nodded as he drove.

All through Shavuot, Wanda watched as he listened intently to her father, his hands remained in his pockets as he spoke. She even spotted her father's smile as he patted Y/N's back, everyone seemed to like how he took the time to learn about her family's religion.

Even as the weeks passed and graduation was upon them, Wanda approached Y/N at his car.

"Let's drive." She told him as he nodded, the two got in as he drove to the lookout. Wanda unbuckled her seatbelt and turned to face him. "I love you." She breathed out. "I guess I always had a crush on you but seeing how you were with my family and our religious traditions, I couldn't not fall even more than I already have." She cupped his face. "I am in love with you Y/N. I just need you to know before we finish school and move on to college or jobs but I do. I love you so fucking much."

"I love you too." He breathed out as he lunged forward, kissing her with love and passion, soon making out as their tongues danced together, but neither wanted to go any further just yet as Y/N wanted her first time to be special and he was willing to wait as long as needed.

[munsonluhvr]

CRUSH PT 2

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader. word count: 3.8k. warnings: light cussing, teasing, fluff, probably misspellings (i'll revise later!) author's note: hello everyone! I hope this was a satisfying second part to 'crush.' I was so happy when I got such great responses to the first part. thank you all so so much.

previous chapter: part 1

taglist: @nix-rose

It’s been several days since Eddie Munson drove you home from school, and when you subsequently asked him out on a date. You have spotted Eddie in the hallways a couple of times since then, able to catch a smile from him when Chrissy wasn’t looking as you made your way to your next class. You had to admit, it made your day just a smidge better when you saw him. However, you hadn’t been able to interact any further… and he also hadn’t called.

You sit on the bleachers in the Hawkins basketball court, the cheerleading team taking a break from running drills to watch the basketball team practice. Outside, it was beginning to turn into the fall, the temperatures dropping rapidly overnight. It is a particularly cold day, the cold draft entering the court and chilling your exposed legs in your cheerleader skirt. The chilly environment and the boredom you feel watching the boys play basketball gives you the urge to take a walk and warm yourself up.

You lean over to Chrissy who sits next to you, intently watching Jake play. “I’ll be right back; I’m going to get a soda.”

As you stand up, Chrissy grabs your bicep. “Can you get me a water? I’ll pay you back later.”

You nod, sneaking away from where you and the cheer team sit on the bleachers and make your way to the double doors that exit the court. You stay against the wall, attempting to avoid colliding with any of the players. With ease, however, you make it out of the court unscathed.

It’s after school hours, leaving the hallways mostly empty. Clubs meet after hours too, gathering in various classrooms throughout the building. Otherwise, there is nobody here.

You walk through the hallway, sticking your hand into your pocket to find loose change that clinks as you walk. The soda machine is, conveniently, at the very end of the hallway and you quicken your pace, the hallways feeling too quiet for your liking. The hallway is lined with endless amounts of lockers except a gap in the wall where the wall breaks apart and you can turn right to another set of lockers and classrooms. You’re so deep in your thoughts that you don’t realize you walk right past Eddie.

“Y/n?” Eddie calls, jogging to catch up with you.

Your heart skips and you stop, backing up to find Eddie jogging to you. “Hey Eddie, what are you doing here?”

Eddie pulls the fabric of the t-shirt, which is his typical Hellfire shirt. “We’re having a Hellfire meeting; I just ran out to get a soda. How about you?”

You nod, “We’re having a cheer practice and we’re on break so I, too, left to get a soda.”

Eddie gestures forward, “May I accompany you to the soda machine then?”

You laugh softly, walking forward, “Please do.”

You’re only a few feet from the soda machine, leaving you and Eddie little time to talk. Eddie lets you go first, watching your fingers slip the coins into the machine. You press the buttons to order the machine to drop you a coke.

“So,” Eddie says, leaning against the machine beside you. His gaze is on you, and you soak it up, missing his presence since the day he dropped you off at home. “I’ve seen you in the hallways and wanted to talk to you but you’re always around Chrissy.”

You bend down, picking up your coke out of the slot. You insert more coins, pressing the buttons to request Chrissy’s water. After, you turn to Eddie, opening your can of coke. “You also have my number, Eddie.”

Eddie blushes, diverting his eyes from yours. “I know.. to be truthful, I’ve been nervous to call because I’m afraid I’d embarrass myself.”

You sip your coke, muffling a laugh. The machine drops Chrissy’s water out, making a loud thump when it drops it in the slot. “I suppose I’m a bit scary, I can understand the hesitance.”

Eddie nervously laughs, “That’s not what I meant.”

You look over at Eddie, his appearance remaining the same. Whatever cologne Eddie wore pulled you in, your knees weakening at the thought of being engulfed by it. Eddie’s eyes catch yours once more and tension grows rapidly between you. Eddie opens his mouth to speak but doors slam at the other end of the hallway which causes your eyes to break from his and look towards where the noise came from. Jason stands at the end of the hallway, his eyes on you and Eddie.

“You should probably go,” Eddie mutters, stepping back from you. While you don’t care what anyone would say about you and Eddie, the look on Jason’s face scares you. Even from far away, you can feel Jason fume. “I’ll call you tonight,” Eddie whispers, stepping over to take your place at the soda machine.

You start the walk towards the court, Jason walks towards you, meeting you halfway. “Was Munson bothering you? Alex told me he drove you home the other day.” Jason says, his eyes drifting towards Eddie who got his drink from the machine and was making his way back to the Hellfire club meeting.

“Jason, it’s fine.” You say, “What are you doing out of practice anyway?”

You attempt to pass Jason and head back to the court. Jason grabs your bicep, “You need to stay away from that guy, y/n. His club does, like, voodoo, sadistic shit.”

You sigh, shaking your head. “I’m sure that’s not true.”

Jason’s face contorts in a way that signals that he’s not impressed with you defending Eddie or the Hellfire club. “Are you into him or something?”

Your stomach twists, Jason’s line of questions making you nervous. “What if I was?”

Jason’s jaw slacks, “You’ve got to be kidding, y/n. You like Munson while dudes like Alex are into you?”

You roll your eyes, “I think you and Chrissy like Alex for me more than I do.”

Jason shakes his head, “No, no way. You can’t be.”

You shake out of Jason’s grip, “Just leave it alone, Jason. You make rumors about people you don’t even know.” Jason’s fingers loosen, allowing you to walk back to the court. You leave Jason behind you, and you make it into the court. The cheer team is just standing up, the basketball team standing around them, chatting with the girls.

You go over to Chrissy, her eyes instantly recognizing your concerned face. You hand her the water you got for her, then sit down on the bleachers. “What’s wrong, y/n?” Chrissy asks, sitting down next to you.

“Nothing,” you mutter, sipping your last drops of Coke.

Chrissy frowns, looking at the water bottle that rests on her lap. The perspiration from the outside of the bottle, seeps into the fabric of her skirt. She suddenly has no appetite for water.

Jason walks back into the court, and you can feel his eyes on you. You already know that from Jason’s perspective he thinks you’re tainted, confused, probably sadistic, too, just like the Hellfire club.

The coach blows his whistle, and your cheer coach signals for the team to stand up and begin to practice again. You stand up, placing your empty can on the ground. You slip your jacket off, the cold causing goosebumps to run up your skin. You move away from the bleachers, joining your team. You try to leave Eddie out of your mind, ignoring the altercation with Jason to focus on cheer practice. But it’s impossible; Eddie occupies your mind.

When you get to your house, you realize how sore your body is when you walk up the stairs to get to your room. You’re grateful that it’s Friday and you don’t need to go to school. When you got out of practice, it was pitch black out, the sun beginning to set early as the season gets nearer to winter. Your mom had picked you up, her car headlights illuminating the rest of the parking lot. You took the opportunity to scan the parking lot, looking for Eddie’s van but it was nowhere in sight.

As you're halfway up the stairs, your phone rings in your room. Despite your exhausted, sore body, you take the rest of the steps by two and make it to your room quickly. You drop your backpack on the ground, moving to sit on your bed. You pick the baby pink rotary phone and it’s stand up, placing it in your lap. You take a deep breath, picking the handle up.

“Hello?” you say, your heart thumping against your chest.

“Hey, y/n, it’s Eddie.”

“Hey Eddie, did you have to get your courage up before you called?” you say, a smile placed on your mouth.

Eddie laughs, “Maybe. How’d the rest of cheer practice go?”

You shrug, although nobody is there to see your reaction. “It was fine, pretty uneventful. There’s a game next weekend so our coach is having us practice hard. How was the rest of your Hellfire meeting?”

“We’re making real progress in the game we’re in. Did Jason give you a hard time?” Eddie asks, his voice curious.

You pause for a moment, wondering how much of the truth you tell. “Jason was…Jason but it’s fine. It doesn’t bother me what he thinks.”

Eddie is quiet at the other end of the phone, and you hear rustling at the other end. “Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to go out tomorrow night since it’s a Saturday and all. Maybe we could go out to eat?”

You cover the mouthpiece of the phone with your hand, your legs kicking up and down. You compose yourself, removing your hand from the phone. “Yeah, that’d be great.”

“Okay, good,” Eddie says. “I could pick you up around 7?”

“Sounds good, I can’t wait.”

You and Eddie say your goodbyes, and you place the phone back on its stand which you place on your bedside table. You lay on your bed, the world around you seeming to spin. You wonder what you should wear or where you’ll go. You squeeze your eyes shut, already anxious to go to bed and wake up to tomorrow.

The next day seems to go by slow and fast at the same time. You thought about your date with Eddie all day, time seeming to drag on forever, rewind, and then drag on some more. But, before you knew it, you are standing at the front door, Eddie on the other side.

When you open the door, Eddie immediately offers you a beautiful smile as his eyes scanned your body and outfit. You had opted for a dress the went to your mid-thigh, black tights, and sneakers. For a coat, you stole your mother’s leather jacket from her closet.

“You look beautiful,” Eddie says, his eyes continuing to take every inch of you in.

You blush, tucking a stand of hair behind your ear. You look at Eddie too, he had changed out of his Hellfire teacher for what he thought was more date appropriate. Eddie didn’t have much nice clothes to begin with, so he tried his very best. Eddie had picked out his typical black jeans, a white t-shirt with one of his uncle’s more nicer jackets. Even though Eddie might argue the opposite, you thought he looked so good, tempting you to break good girl etiquette and invite him to your room. Instead, you follow him out of the house, letting him put his hand on your back as you walk to his van.

Like the day he drove you home, Eddie opens the door for you, letting you get into the car first. When Eddie gets in the car, your excitement increases, your fantasies coming to life.

“Where are we going?” you ask, setting your hands into your lap.

“There’s this new burger place downtown. I thought we could try there?”

You nod, the sound of burgers makes your stomach grumble. You hadn’t eaten anything all day, the excitement eating your hunger away. “That sounds amazing.”

Eddie pulls out of your neighborhood, aiming his car towards downtown Hawkins. “I’m really sorry if Jason or anyone is giving you a hard time about being seen with me.” Eddie hadn’t been able to tear his mind away from others in your friend group disapproving of you spending time with him.

You frown, “Jason is an idiot ninety-nine percent of the time. I don’t really care what he has to say.”

Eddie frowns now, surprised by your lack of concern. “But aren’t they your friends?”

You shrug. “Chrissy is my friend, Jason and everybody else just come by default.”

Eddie is surprised by your answers, confused on how a popular girl could not care about the innerworkings of popularity. Eddie decides to drop the conversation, feeling like he’s intruded on your life which he is still unfamiliar with.

You notice Eddie’s hesitance and you decide to pick the conversation up. “Tell me about the Hellfire club.”

Eddie looks over at you, then back at the road. Eddie tries to gauge how much of his nerd side you’ll receive well. “What do you want to know?”

You shrug again, opening to learning anything about the game or the club that he holds so close to his heart. “Anything.”

Eddie laughs nervously. “It’s not what you think it is, D&D is actually a lot of fun. The news makes it seem like it’s a satanic ritual but it’s just a fantasy game.” As Eddie discusses the game, his face gets redder and redder.

“And the boys that are in the club? What are they like?” You ask, remembering all the time’s you’ve seen Eddie with the small group that makes up Hellfire.

“They’re the coolest. All of us are outsiders, not fitting in anywhere. There’s seven of us in total; Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Gareth, Jeff, and Doug – but Lucas doesn’t really come around anymore.”

“Lucas Sinclair, right?” you say, having heard that name before. Suddenly, you remember that you know of Lucas because he’s on the basketball team with Jason. “Yeah, Sinclair, he’s on the basketball team.”

Eddie hums a sad sound. “Yeah, he’s gone to the dark side.”

“You seem really close to one of the guys,” you say, “It’s Dustin, right?”

Eddie laughs again, shaking his head. “Henderson is something else. He’s very passionate about the game.” You smile, imagining the group of boys playing the game. You don’t know anything about it, except that it’s a popular game with a complex perception about it from the news – and Jason.

Before the conversation could continue, Eddie pulls into the parking lot of the burger joint. It’s buzzing with activity, the restaurant busy and people standing in the parking lot, talking to others. You notice a couple familiar faces in the crowd, but you hope they leave you alone. You would like to pretend it’s just you and Eddie on the earth tonight.

Eddie parks easily, his van is the biggest car in the parking lot. Before Eddie can get out of the driver’s seat, you’re out of the car. You meet at the rear of the car, and you catch each other’s eye. You can tell he’s nervous, his movements unsure and rigid. You reach out your hand, a silent request to hold his hand. Eddie looks down at your hand and takes it swiftly. Your hand tingles when it connects with Eddie’s.

You begin your venture into the burger joint, the neon lights that line the outside of the buildings drawing you in. When you get to the entrance door, Eddie opens it, ushering you inside. There’s an entrance on the other side of the building, a stream of people entering as you do. You look to your left, spotting an empty table near the window. You turn to Eddie, “should you order, and I’ll go grab that open table?” Eddie nods, letting go of your hand.

You grab the table, beating the swarm of people that just entered the building. More and more people you recognize from school fill the building and you remember that you’ve heard boys on the basketball team rave about this restaurant. Clearly, it was a popular place for everyone from Hawkins High to go to.

Within a few minutes, Eddie arrives at the table with a tray of burgers and French fries. “I hope this is okay, I asked the guy who’s working what he’d recommend.”

You nod, helping Eddie place the full tray down safely. “Looks delicious.”

Just like you imagined the countless times about what a date with Eddie would be like, it was comfortable and easy. Once you unwrapped the burgers from their wrappers, the conversation flowed with ease – the food was great too. Eddie made joke after joke sending you into a constant stream of laughter. The table was small, causing you and Eddie’s knees to press against each other but of course you didn’t mind. The restaurant was busy and loud, the stream of people entering the building was never ending, but Eddie made you feel like you were in your own world with him. You wish the night would never end.

You were mid-laugh, Eddie telling a funny story about his uncle, when Chrissy and Jason visit your table. Eddie’s laugh trails off into silence, as he looked to the side to see the basketball player and your friend.

“Y/n,” Chrissy says, coming over to give you a small side hug. She looks across the table to offer Eddie a small smile. “Are you guys on a date?”

You nod, looking over at Eddie, then Jason. Jason clears his throat, clearly disapproving, but he puts his hand out to Eddie. “Munson.” When you told Jason, in the hallway, that he judges people without knowing them, it made him reflect. Jason thought of him as a nice guy, not a bully, and he realized he doesn’t really know Munson. All that he did know about him is that he’s a victim of a rumor all because of a board game. At that point, he decided to give Eddie a break. Eddie looks surprised as he takes Jason’s hand to shake it.

“Aw,” Chrissy coos, looking between you and Eddie. “Okay, we’ll leave you alone. Y/n call me later.” She waves, tugging Jason along.

Eddie looks at you, miffed about what just happened. You are too, very surprised by Jason’s courteousness. “That was weird,” Eddie says, starting to crack a smile. You laugh, shaking your head. “Let’s not think about whatever that was too much.” Eddie laughs too, nodding his head. “Do you want to get out of here?” Eddie looks down at the table, noticing that there was no more food to eat. You nod, sliding out of the booth. You and Eddie clean up the table, dumping the trash and putting the tray on top of the trash container.

To your surprise, Eddie takes ahold of your hand, combining his hand with yours. With ease, Eddie whisks you out of the busy diner. Eddie follows you over to the passenger side, opening the door to let you in. Within two minutes, Eddie’s van is back on the road.

You bite your lip, anticipating Eddie dropping you off home and allowing the night to end. You didn’t want it to end, not yet. You turn to Eddie, “I don’t want to go home yet, I’m having too much fun.”

Eddie smiles, “I know just the place to go.”

You sit in the passenger seat silently, the hum of the radio filling the empty space. Eddie drives a few blocks before turning into a park. The streetlamps light up the edges of the park, the rest is draped in a dark cloak. From where Eddie parks the car, you can see a glimmer of water that’s sits in the middle of the park. The moonlight illuminates the small ripples in the pond, making the dark water shiny. “Do you come here often?” you ask Eddie as he turns the car off.

He shakes his head, “Not often enough.”

You both slip out of the car, Eddie placing his arm around your shoulder to steer you into the park. You like the way it feels with Eddie, so simple and easy. You think to yourself that it wouldn’t be hard to spend your free time like this, roaming Hawkins with Eddie.

Eddie guides you to the pond, stopping once you get to the edge of where the water meets the land. Eddie sits and you follow, settling yourself beside him. It quiet, and a little chilly but you put your thick skin on to be able to spend more time with your date. Ahead of where you sit, two swans drift passed. You watch closely as the large birds stay close together.

Beside you, Eddie rummages through his pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. You roll your eyes, “Eddie. Seriously?”

Eddie looks between you and the items in his hand. “What?”

“Those have been proven to give you cancer.”

Eddie cracks a smile, stuffing the items back into his jacket pocket. “I’ve been meaning to quit anyway.”

You smile too, considering you dislike the smell of smoke. You bring your knees to your chest, resting your chin on your knees. A lock of your hair falls into your face and Eddie is quick to brush it away. “You’re so pretty, y/n. Has anyone ever told you that?” Following your impulse, you lean over and kiss Eddie. Eddie responds quickly, pushing his lips back into yours. His hands reach out to grasp your waist, bringing your body closer to his. Your hands cup his face, ensuring that his mouth isn’t able to leave yours. However, it’s not like Eddie would pull away until you initate it. You sigh into Eddie’s mouth, the pressure and excitement that pulsed throughout you, finding a way out of your body.

Kissing Eddie is exactly, if not better, then what you have imagined. Your body tenses, then relaxes, when Eddie moves his hand from your waist to intertwining his fingers into your hair. Your bodies move as if the interaction with choreographed, your body lands in Eddie’s lap, chests pressed against each other.

Regretfully, after a few minutes, you pull away, embarrassed to acknowledge that you were out of breath. Eddie’s face expresses surprised, and you assume that was his first kiss – it was yours too.

“I- uh..” Eddie says bashfully. His eyes flicker away from yours to the pond that sits behind you. You lean forward, kissing his cheek. “I think this needs to be a daily thing; you and me, I mean,” Eddie says, returning his eyes to you.

You scrunch your nose, letting a laugh escape your lips. “Is that your way of asking me out, Munson?”

Eddie laughs too. “Yeah, it’s my lame attempt to.”

You nod, bringing yourself closer to Eddie again by hugging him. “I’d love to.”

[weasleycream]

ㅤㅤㅤ୭.ᰍㅤ𝅄 ֹ " 𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 " 🧸 Ⳋ

ઈઉ ㅤִㅤ𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 ; 𝑅andal 𝐼vory x 𝒮tudent!𝐹em!𝑅eader

ઈઉ ݁  ㅤִㅤ𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ; Use of bad words, mentions of blood (nosebleeds), Meaningless dialogues, Bad grammar in English, Something (quite) short.

ઈઉ ㅤִㅤ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 ; 1.5k+

ઈઉ ㅤִㅤ𝗨𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗰���𝗲𝗱

ઈઉ ㅤִㅤWell, I did this on a whim, something about Randal bothers me and I haven't found much about him, so I wanted to do something short to get rid of the desire 🥹.

It was not at all strange that in her classroom they regularly talked about Randal Ivory 'The school phenomenon', she knew that she should not care at all what they talked about and much less if she was not aware or integrated, but it bothered her. that since the redhead's arrival they have not stopped talking horribly about him.

They didn't bother to lower their voices even when he arrived that day, with his typical crooked and uncouth smile, it seemed like they did it on purpose when they raised their voices as he walked past them, hearing all kinds of unpleasant things about him. He sat next to her, staring at her to giggle as blood began to ooze from his nostrils and reach the corner of her mouth, where he nonchalantly licked the blood away and cleaned what he couldn't taste his sleeve.

Somewhat nervous, she turned her gaze and smiled roughly, greeting him "Good morning, Randal… How are you?" She asked him kindly, turning her bright, dreamy orbs to the glasses one again, hearing a laugh from him again.

"Heh… How are you, Y/N?… You know, I walk like a stuffed lizard, so free and fresh…" He blurted out without any logic in a silly way, narrowing his haggard eyes and widening his smile, slightly showing his small canines.

She laughed in response at the idiocy he said, to respond by turning her body towards him "Pretty good, actually, you somehow brighten my days here… And tell me… How does it feel to be a stuffed lizard, I'm curious about your world" He played along in a tender way, flashing a silly smile.

"Well, you know, it feels good, I guess… Heh.." He said briefly and without any wavering in his voice, looking at her intently, "You're quite pretty, would you like to go to my house?" She asked suddenly surprising the girl in front of her, who blushed at the small compliment given by the redhead.

"Ahm!… Well, I don't know, I don't think I can go… Do you think it's Saturday…? I'll be alone and I could go for a while…" She responded hesitantly to the unexpected invitation, mentally organizing her schedules, receiving a nod and shrug from the boy. "Well, how about you give me the location and I'll come on Saturday morning?" He asked, to see how the brunette nodded frantically in a sudden change of mood, returning to his nosebleed as he carelessly tore a sheet of paper from his notebook, then took out a bitten black pen and wrote something barely legible, small drops of Blood fell onto the paper staining it a deep crimson. She gave it to him and he saw it, apparently he was going to have to walk a lot on Saturday to get to that forest.

Standing in front of the colorful scruffy house, she swallowed hard, she was thinking about not knocking, but it had taken her more than two hours to find her dear friend's house, she swallowed hard, and decided to knock after long minutes of thinking. He waited a few minutes, thinking about knocking on the door again, just when he was going to do so, a fairly tall man, with somewhat long hair cut like a 'mushroom' and brown in color, dressed in elegant but simple clothes, with a sort of of blush on his cheeks, and eyes wide open and neutral. That man lowered his head slightly, staring at her to press his lips more into a completely straight line, if he could.

"You must be my little brother's best friend. He didn't say you were so small… Hmm, I'll talk to him about it later. Come on, you're going to get dehydrated standing there." He responded strangely, with a thick and neutral voice, without even blink, making the girl extremely nervous, making her give a smile that looked more like a crooked grimace, and a slight nod.

"Eh- Delighted, Sir… My name is Y/N.." she introduced herself in a low voice, raising her head a little to look at her face, waiting for a response before a minute of uncomfortable silence.

"I know, Randal is always talking about you when he comes home from school. Call me Luther." She mentioned in the same tone as a few minutes ago, freezing the female's blood, who gave a nod in response. "Well, I'll let Randal know you're here."

And with that, the tall man turned around heading towards the stairs that looked down a narrow dark hallway. He left her alone in that gloomy and chilling room, watching how, in what seemed to be the kitchen, a small blond teenager in sailor clothes, took out piles of food in a frightened manner, only to run away as soon as he saw her in the distance, dropping some cans of food on the ground.

He waited a few more minutes, rocking on his feet childishly in his place, listening as hurried footsteps quickly descended the stairs, revealing Randal, who fell at the bottom of the stairs, hitting his face against the solid floor of the room. rug. The boy quickly got up and walked quickly towards her again.

"I'm glad to see you here, Y/N! What do you think of my house, the cats decorate it in a charming way" He greeted her by giving her a loud kiss on the cheek, staining her with drool, making her nervous in an instant.

She shifted anxiously in her place, looking at him again with a slight blush. "How are you, Randal?… And well… I don't know what cats you're talking about, but it's a pretty nice house." She spoke nervously, returning the small kiss on his face. Randal's cheek, more delicately, leaving a small mark of lip gloss on his face.

"Hmm… I see, well, it doesn't matter, you'll see them later. Are you hungry? My brother Luther knows how to cook excellently, we were just going to have lunch" He invited, taking her hand, intertwining their fingers, dragging her to the kitchen. She shivered as she felt the coldness of his rough, calloused skin, and she tightened her grip and followed him timidly.

They arrived, and he saw Luther (who did not know how he had gotten to the kitchen, if he never saw him pass through the living room again) cooking, it looked and smelled like meat stew, but not just any stew, it had a strange but pleasant smell. . She stood next to Randal and remained silent, listening to the brothers' momentary conversation, immersed in her thoughts, remembering that 'tender' kiss the boy gave her.

Half an hour later, when the food was almost ready, two men arrived who could perfectly have been twins, both with somewhat long hair cut in the same way, but of a different color, wearing strange hats that looked like ears. of some domestic animal, and casually strange clothes. After they arrived, Randal left for a moment "Wait here, Y/N, I'm going to bring my other pet so you can meet her and we can all eat together" The girl nodded strangely, she didn't remember having seen animals yet, but Even so, I was not going to reproach anyone present for anything.

Sitting down, after about two minutes of waiting, Randal arrived dragging a boy who was equally skinny, but pale and noticeably nervous, who, upon seeing her, tensed up, as if he were shouting for help with his eyes, noticing her constant trembling. "Well, this is Sebastian from Tomato Smitch Chicken Legs, but just tell him Sebastian, Luther gave it to me for my birthday, doesn't he look cool?" She introduced and explained how she was wearing glasses to the girl, who in her seat paralyzed, nervous and surprised, with fear running slightly through her veins.

"Ahm… Well… Hello, Sebastian…" He greeted quietly with a trembling voice, raising his hand slightly with a grimace that wanted to be a kind smile.

She saw how the boy did nothing, and just stared at her in fear and with cold sweat running down his face. After a long time, everyone was sitting at the table, with a plate full of food in front of them, she talked to Randal at times, who caressed her hair and gave wet and noisy kisses on her cheek and forehead on occasions, even going so far as to give her a kiss. small kiss on her neck, being immediately removed by her and her brother Luther, who did not want his 'cats' Nyon and Nyen (who had been introduced to him after Sebastian before he forgot them) to witness strange scenes, before their eyes.

Her head was beginning to hurt from nervousness, her face flushed at the signs of affection from her friend, Sebastian's insistent look silently asking for help, the other murderous look that Nyen gave her every time Luther spoke to her or looked at her, the indifference of Nyon and Luther. That day, especially, in that house, he was going to be so long that his hair was beginning to stand up with anxiety.

Well, I know it's very short (for what I like to write) and it doesn't make much sense, but come on, NOTHING makes sense in Ranfren, and it's something I did in a hurry, because I have like five drafts right now, but still, hope you like💔🥹.

[yallthemwitches]

An Act of Giving

Wrote this super quick for Jily Kinktober Day 5, prompt face sitting.

Would like to thank @daiz-nsfw for keeping the James munch agenda alive and well in this community. We thank you for your service.

AO3 Link here for all my Jily Kinktober work

“I hate to take you away from Lupin–I know you too really like to patrol together–”

“No, yeah, I get it. Don’t worry about it.”

“To be honest, I just wanted you to myself—”

Lily blinked at him. Michael continued to smile, either unaware of the implication in his comment or completely shameless. With him it was always hard to tell. 

“Evans— Wheeler…”

Lily whipped around. James jogged up to them, his tie undone so it was swinging to the side. 

“Potter,” Michael's face twisted from a cool confidence to smug in a matter of seconds,“ Did you come to turn yourself in for one of your antics or are you just wanting to chat?”

James flashed a smile. “Oh Mr. Head Boy, I hate to disappoint but I only tell my secrets to those who deserve it.”

Michael frowned back, getting more annoyed the longer they stood there.

“But really, Potter. What do you want?”

“Evans actually–.” 

Lily felt her face rush with color, not going undetected by either boy. 

“---she promised me she’d give me her notes for potions.”

It wasn’t his best cover-up, but at least it was half the truth. Lily caught the hint.

“Oh, right! So sorry, Michael but our exam is tomorrow and I really did promise him…”

She started to back away and both boys followed her movement.

“I left them in Slughorn’s office actually–was planning to go back for them anyways.”

The ends of James’ lips curved upwards. “Brilliant, lead the way.”

She nodded curtly at Michael who bounced his gaze between her and James, mouth set. 

“Ok–see you tonight then.”

Lily and James turned the corner before Michael could parse out that something was amiss. Not even a corridor away, James ripped open the door of one of the many empty classrooms and Lily ducked inside it. 

She sat against a table and watched as James locked the door and silenced the room, a clear sign that he had not had as studious intentions as he had put on for the Head Boy. 

“Don’t want anyone to overhear my very secret potions notes?” Lily taunted.

James walked slowly to her and her heart rate accelerated. She wasn’t an idiot, she saw the look in his eye the minute he had approached them. He wanted her. Wanted her badly enough to interrupt whatever she was doing to get her alone.

Once she was at arms length, he grabbed for her, hands weaving through hair, mouth running up her neck in open mouth kisses, absolutely lost in his own desire. Lily wrapped her arms over his shoulders to tug at the messy tangle of hair on the back of his head, leaning into his lips which had burned a path to her jaw. 

“I missed you,” he panted out, making it to her mouth. She nipped at his lower lip and he let out a low noise, hands tightening around her. 

“It’s been three hours.”

“So you were counting too.”

With no other comment, he dropped to his knees. Guiding her gently to sit against the side of the table, his hands slid down the length of her legs before curling around into her lower thighs. Lily gripped the sides of the table as he commenced a slow tortuous ascent towards her center, kissing her inch by inch. 

“I’m the one who should be on my knees,” she hummed out, “you’ve already gone down on me once today.”

“Shhh, Evans,” he said while preoccupied with leaving nip marks on her thigh, “who said there was a limit to how many times I taste you anyways.”

He traveled up to the bottom of her skirt, sucking a patch of purple into her skin as he used both hands to crumple the fabric up towards the waistband. Ungluing his mouth, he straightened up for a moment, lips already swollen from his work. He fingered the waistband of her knickers with a pointer finger, pulling at the elastic as his finger flexed and straightened, a movement Lily knew too well from feeling it inside her. 

“Mr. Head Boy fancies you, you know.”

He didn’t look up from where he toyed with her knickers, now pulling them down as slow as possible so the tips of his fingers skimmed against her skin. 

“I heard him in the locker rooms after practice—he’s going to ask you out. Said he was going to switch your patrols to get you both alone–”

Lily’s breath deepened as her knickers were carelessly thrown aside and James situated himself back between her legs, hands on either side of her inner thigh.

“Hmm, is James Potter jealous?” 

“I dunno, should I be? You still haven’t said yes to me–”

It was hard to take him at face value when he was hovering his mouth over her clit. He didn’t move to go any closer, letting his breath wash over her, making her impossibly wetter every second he stayed there. 

“Michael’s not the one who has made me come today is he?” she teased.

James just smiled, eyes now dark. His hands tightened against her skin, leaving small indents in the soft flesh. 

“Correction Evans,” the words sent a shiver through her middle all the way up to her head, “He’s not the one who will have made you come twice today.”

He gave a small lick to the top of her clit, a teasing gesture he knew would make her squirm. Her hand jumped into his hair, holding his face as close as possible, unwilling to let up until she got what she wanted. 

“Potter—please—”

He didn’t need any more convincing. Lily had had other blokes go down on her before in the past, but something was different with James. Even from the beginning, it was like he had a map to her body. Knew every little spot: the places that made her squirm and edge towards release and the places that made her come on command, like a shock to her system. She liked that he took his time. It was always hard to believe when boys said they liked the taste of pussy, but with James she really believed it. He savored his time between her legs, taking it as a sacred act, one that he very often did without any reward for himself. 

His tongue moved a bit more rough than usual, pulsing into her each time he passed over to the other side. He hoisted a thigh onto the blade of his shoulder, getting a different angle to suck and lap at her. She kept her hands tightly wound into his hair, eyes glazed as he stared back up at her with an expression she could only describe as euphoric. 

“That’s it baby—just like that.”

She could feel her release mounting like a crackling energy within her stomach, but James lifted his head, mouth open and glistening.

She heard herself begin to plead, “No–no, don’t stop. Don’t talk—just keep–”

“Will you fuck my face?”

That got her attention. Her eyes searched his for a moment, waiting for an elaboration.

“I want you to ride my face until you come,” he said matter of fact.

“Oh, Christ—yes.”

James scrambled onto his feet before climbing himself onto the table. He was still fully clothed besides his tie which had been long lost since they entered the room and the fabric of his pants strained to keep his erection captive. 

Lily stood and undid her skirt before walking to the end of the table where his legs dangled and pulled herself up over him. Crawling her way up his body, she dipped her hips over his groin so her center grinded up against his clothed cock. James let out a hiss, grabbing at her hips and holding her in place for a second longer before ushering her to continue her climb. 

Positioned so she was hovering just under his mouth, he latched his arms around her thighs.

“One of these days Evans, I’m going to tie you to my bed and see how many times I can make you come with my tongue–.”

Lily hummed and grabbed his hair, tugging his mouth to meet her clit again.

“---but today, I want you to use me. Don’t hold back. I want to taste the way you come when your hips are grinding into my mouth–”

She dropped her body onto him, effectively clipping off his words. The change in angle brought a whole new perspective to his talent. His tongue flicked upwards into her, absolutely relentless, swirling in and out. Her hips moved instinctually, just as they would on his cock. Hips rolling against his mouth, letting him reach from the tip of her folds to the bud of her asshole. 

She thanked Merlin he had the thought to use a silencing charm. She could feel her vocalizations coming out of her mouth, but it was like everything was put on hold other than the movement of him beneath her. She could have been screaming or completely silent for all she knew, the only thing that mattered was James’ tongue coaxing her rapidly to climax. 

She clenched his hair, tilting his head up and pushing him deeper into her. Her other hand reached back, finding his erection and cupping it through his pants. The action made her back arch like a bow, taut and ready to snap. 

“I’m so close–keep going—” 

James never stopped watching her, glasses now askew and eyes dark and determined. He clenched harder into her thighs and propelled her with the movement of her hips, aiding in her grinding. Her body started to shake from her nearing release and he thrust his tongue deep inside her, suctioning his mouth to give a soft suck to her folds. 

The light of climax bubbled over. She quivered on top of him, moaning out his name as her hips kept moving of their own accord. Only in the final comedown did she realize that her whole lower half had been clenched against him, now sore with effort. 

James threw his head back, catching his breath as Lily scooted herself down to lay her head against his shoulder. Still completely hard, she snaked a hand down to climb under his waistband, but he stilled her, holding it flat against his stomach. 

“Let’s just be still for a minute.”

He tilted his head up to kiss the top of her head, wrapping an arm around her middle. 

“If I knew you being jealous would make you so giving then I would have put up with Michael a long time ago—”Lily huffed against his shoulder.

A rumble came from James' chest. His arm tightening against her. 

“So you are still considering humoring our dearest Head Boy?”

He was trying to sound cool, but she could hear the uncertainty behind his words. Lily pulled her head up to look into his eyes. They were still pools of ecstasy, just as happy to lay on the table with her as he was to make her come, never asking for anything in return. She softly drifted her thumb across his lip, feeling the result of her climax wet on his skin. 

“No, but I will consider whatever I need to do to get you to tie me down so I can’t do my patrols with him.”

He smiled, like he was born anew.

“I’ll be happy to assist.”

[poisonlove]

Miss Ortega | j.o

Part 1 part 2 part 3

Part 4

With boredom, I tapped my fingers on the wooden surface of the teachers' lounge desk. The only sound in the room was the ticking of the wall clock.

I must say, this place wasn't bad.

The walls were white, there was a huge desk with a dozen chairs around it, a cabinet with several lockers labeled with the names of the professors, and in one corner of the room, there stood a lonely coffee machine. I wrinkled my nose in disgust when my eyes caught sight of the color scheme of the curtains, a sad plant as decoration on the shelf near the clock.

Meanwhile, I had retrieved my backpack thanks to Enid, as I had forgotten it in the cafeteria. The blonde had asked me what to do, but I simply took the object from her hands and left, leaving her with a surprised look on her face.

"Here I am, sorry for being late," I lifted my head and looked at Jenna. Professor Ortega looked exhausted, and her breathing was heavy from running to make it on time.

"Don't worry, you're on time," I smiled, and she leaned against the wooden door, catching her breath.

In reality, she was five minutes late, but I wasn't going to make a big deal out of it.

"How was it?" I asked. Jenna sighed, raising her hands to convey the gravity of the situation.

"A disaster. I had to remove at least a couple of students from the class who were flirting with me," she rolled her eyes with irritation, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I remember... you didn't have much luck, did you?" I asked rhetorically. Jenna looked at me unfriendlily. I raised my hands in surrender.

"Before we leave... can you do me a favor?" Jenna leaned on the doorframe, looking at me with a clear intention of making me understand that I needed to move.

"Leave?'" I looked at her curiously.

"Never mind. See those lockers? Go to mine and take the stack of papers. They're in a yellow folder," Jenna pointed me in the direction to go, ignoring my question. I walked towards the lockers, reading the surnames before finding "J.Ortega."

"Um... how do I open it?" I looked at the padlock, biting my lip nervously.

"Oh, how silly of me..." she laughed and started rummaging in her backpack. The tip of her tongue was slightly sticking out, as if she was focused on finding something in her bag. She smiled triumphantly when she pulled out a set of keys.

She raised them and proudly showed them to me.

"Here you go." Jenna threw the keyring to me from the other side of the room, and I almost dropped it. I turned my back to Professor Ortega, starting to organize the keys in my hands. There were at least five of them, and one of them was definitely the key to her car.

"The one with the tape," Jenna tiptoed, trying to figure out why it was taking me so long.

I inserted the key with the tape into the lock and smiled when I heard the sound of the locker opening. I opened it and saw a stack of folders. I blinked in surprise and realized that one of these folders seemed to be from our class.

In fact, the yellow folder was our test papers.

I guess she had just put them in her locker because she had them in her backpack a few hours ago. Without thinking too much, I grabbed the stack of papers. I closed the locker and put the keys in my pocket.

I turned around and saw Jenna, who had not only her backpack but also mine on her shoulder.

"Well, now follow me," Jenna gave me a playful smile and took my wrist, dragging me behind her. With flushed cheeks, I tried not to think about the fact that Jenna was holding my hand, focusing instead on not dropping the folder.

We took a few steps before reaching an empty classroom. Sandy, the janitor, looked at us with consternation because he had just finished cleaning. "Don't worry, we won't touch anything," Jenna assured him, giving him a friendly smile.

We entered the room.

Jenna let go of my wrist and sat on the teacher's desk, picking up a forgotten pen between her fingers.

"Can you help me? In the meantime, we can discuss what we're going to do" Jenna reached out her hand, asking me to hand over the yellow folder. A strange sensation buzzed in my veins, excited by the request.

Correcting my classmates' exams? A dream come true.

I nodded several times and sat down next to Jenna, accepting the stack of papers she had given me. Along with them was a pen.

"So... when could you stop by in the afternoon?" Jenna focused her attention on the test in her hands, absentmindedly biting the pen. She raised an eyebrow as she began scribbling some calculations with the red pen.

"On Tuesday?" I looked at the exam in horror. Shaking my head, I started writing the corrections on the side. "And on Friday, I think," I finished the sentence, lifting the corner of my lips sadly.

"I don't have to put the grades, right?" I asked, looking at the paper.

Jenna stopped writing, leaning in my direction to see what I had done. Her hand rested on my knee, putting weight on my leg. She analyzed the test with her gaze and then shook her head. She gave my leg a comforting squeeze before breaking the contact.

My heart raced.

"No, don't worry, I'll take care of the grades" she gave me a shy smile before starting to correct another test.

"Oh my goodness," I exclaimed, placing the test I had taken in my hands on top of the others.

"Her name is Sinclair... the blonde next to you? Your friend?" she asked absentmindedly. Suddenly, I nodded, feeling anxiety grow. She gave me a shy smile.

"For now, it's the only passing grade I've given," she smiled at the great news.

Amidst the chatter and the murmurs of disapproval from some truly unpleasant exams, Jenna and I finished correcting. I looked at the clock and realized that almost an hour had passed.

"Well... that was fun," she exclaimed playfully, rubbing my eyes from tiredness.

"Now I should go, it's getting late," she yawned, and she smiled, nodding timidly.

"Thank you... see you on Friday then? I don't think you need to stop by tomorrow since you're already late today," she stepped down from the desk and took the corrected papers.

I left the keys on the desk.

"Then see you on Friday... no, on Wednesday for the lesson," I smiled, and she winked at me. I picked up my backpack from the floor and started walking towards the school exit.

When I stepped out of the school, I looked up and saw an unfriendly cloud over our city. I started walking since it would be a long walk before I reached home. I tightened the strap of my backpack and sighed from exhaustion.

I wanted to go home and sleep until tomorrow.

A single drop of water fell on the tip of my nose, then another landed on my lips before the rain increased. I didn't even have an umbrella, and the rain was soaking me. I started walking faster, trying to avoid catching a cold from the excessive rain.

A lightning bolt tore through the sky.

I closed my eyes at the loud noise and shivered at the sensation of wet clothes. The sound of a horn made me look towards the street. I squinted my eyes and looked with surprise at the person honking insistently. The passenger window rolled down, and I could see Jenna Ortega sitting on the driver's side.

Professor Ortega, holding the steering wheel with one hand, looked at me with a smile. She leaned over and opened the door.

"How about I give you a ride?" she offered.

I smiled and started seriously considering whether Jenna was an angel.

(...)

The car journey is quite silent.

My eyes were looking out the window, relaxed by the sound of rain falling against the ground. Another shiver ran down my spine from the sensation of wet clothes against my skin. I crossed my arms against my chest, trying to generate as much warmth as possible.

Jenna slows down as she sees the traffic light turn red in the distance.

Occasionally, I could feel her eyes on me, but I was too embarrassed by the situation to think of what to say. I settle back into my seat, tilting my head towards the driver's side.

Did I mention she has a perfect profile? Well... because she has a perfect profile. Her eyes slightly gleamed as she looked at the street, and her lips formed a shy smile. Our gazes met, holding for a couple of seconds.

The traffic light turned green.

"Straight ahead, right?" she asked absentmindedly, shifting gears by moving the lever upward. I mumble in response, tucking a completely wet strand of hair away from my face.

Professor Ortega sighs and leans forward with her free hand to click the radio button, almost as if to break the silent atmosphere. The sweet and melancholic notes of "Golden Hour" resonate in the car.

"I like this song," she admits, turning the knob to increase the volume. I looked at her with an open mouth, surprised that she knows this song.

"Do you know it?" the question sounded more aggressive than I intended, and she glances at me, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm only 23, I'm not that old," she says, with a tone as natural as if it were the least strange thing in the world. I open my eyes, incredulous at her words.

"We're only 5 years apart?!" I exclaim, and Jenna, seeing my reaction, bursts into laughter.

It was the second time I heard her laugh, even if it happened on the same day, but despite that, it seemed like the most beautiful thing in the world. Her eyes narrowed almost as if she were squinting, and the dimples on her face formed perfectly. Her nose twitched slightly, and her head leaned forward almost reflexively, her shoulders vibrating with the deafening and angelic laughter. Jenna looked at me, thoroughly amused.

I almost felt satisfied to be the cause of this harmonious sound.

I clear my throat, looking out the window, embarrassed by the intensity.

"To the left..." I whisper, still in shock. I could see in the distance the row of houses, and among them, mine. A red roof, completely restored. Jenna stops on the side of the street, turning off the car.

I grab the backpack that was resting on my feet, turning towards Jenna.

"Thanks for the ride," I affirm, and she raises her lower lip as a hint of a smile, shaking her head reassuringly.

"Don't worry, it's been a pleasure."

I look at Jenna in confusion as she unfastens her seatbelt. The dark-haired woman turns towards me, leaning slowly towards my body. The beats of my heart increase recklessly, surprised by the sudden gesture. Her brown eyes almost fervently gaze at the lower part of my face, precisely my lips. Our noses brush against each other, and my breath gets stuck in my throat. A mischievous smile spreads across her lips, immediately capturing the attention of my eyes.

Full and perfect lips.

One of her hands moves in my direction, to the side of my head. I close my eyes, relaxing and anticipating the contact between our mouths.

My first kiss.

The click of the door opening behind me makes me open my eyes in confusion.

I open my eyes with a sudden realization.

Jenna returned to her seat, looking at me with confusion. She most likely saw my cheeks completely red.

Oh my god, how could I think she would kiss me? She's my damn calculus teacher!

My lungs suddenly need as much oxygen as possible, and it felt impossible. I felt trapped in this car.

I had to get out of here.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and instinctively leaned forward, thanking Jenna with a kiss on the cheek. The professor opens her eyes in surprise. The contact of my lips on her cheek lasted only a few seconds, so brief that I almost doubted if I had kissed her.

I immediately regret it, seeing her eyes looking at me with a mix of confusion and amusement, her gaze softening. With difficulty, I get out of the car, with the clear intention of leaving before doing something completely stupid.

I reach the door of my house and ring the bell. While I wait for someone to open, Jenna's BMW starts and drives away.

This is bullshit.

***

Before I knew it, Wednesday had already arrived. With my backpack on my back and walking sadly towards school, I listened to "death bed coffee for your head" playing in my headphones.

Let's just say I wasn't very excited about going to school today... because I was going to see Jenna in the last period. I had a clear feeling that I had messed everything up the other day, and I was embarrassed at the thought of crossing her wonderful brown eyes.

Damn it, another compliment.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, clutching my backpack. The production of the song was interrupted when I saw Enid approaching in the distance, full of energy.

"Hey..." I said sadly, taking off my headphones. The blonde looked at me with confusion.

"Is something wrong?" she asked, immediately noticing my mood.

And what if something is wrong? The thing is, in just two damn days, I've developed feelings for my Calculus teacher... I had the illusion that she would kiss me... I kissed her on the cheek, and I was terrified to see her.

Of course, I wasn't going to tell her that.

"Nothing... I haven't slept very well... you know... nightmares," I shrugged indifferently, adjusting my school uniform collar. Not only did I have to wear a stupid, horribly striped black and purple uniform, but I also had an annoying knot that prevented me from breathing.

Damn tie.

It was also about two degrees or so... in other words, freezing cold.

"Did this nightmare have brown eyes and a charming smile?" Enid asked absentmindedly, putting an arm around my shoulders.

I tensed up at her words but tried not to show it. I had forgotten that Enid was very perceptive when it came to reading people. I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye and slowly shook my head.

"No, actually, I lost count of how many eyes the monster had," I said hastily, inventing an unbelievable excuse.

"Sure..." she looked at me with narrowed eyes, pushing a strand of hair away from her face.

"Hey, girls!" someone shouted.

We turned towards the sound of the voice and saw Ajax and Xavier. The guy with the beret approached Enid, putting an arm around her waist. The blonde got distracted and turned towards her boyfriend, their lips meeting in a sweet kiss.

Xavier and I made a disgusted sound.

The misunderstood and artistic guy from Nevermore stood by my side, greeting me with a nod.

I managed to avoid Enid's interrogation.

"Mind if I steal her, T/N?" Ajax asked, smiling at Enid. I pretended to gag when I saw the blonde's eyes shine with love and mischief. I removed Enid's hand from my shoulder, and the oldest of the group took the blonde's free hand, interlacing their fingers, and ran off laughing through the school gardens.

"Well... it's just you and me," Xavier blushed, covering his cheeks with his long hair. I laughed nervously, walking through the gates of Nevermore. I knew Xavier had feelings for me, but I only saw him as a friend... a little brother, and I didn't want to disappoint him.

"Do we have Art now?" I swallowed nervously. Xavier nodded.

I took a few steps, and my eyes widened when I saw Jenna in the distance.

My cheeks turned red, and I stood frozen in place. Jenna Ortega was talking animatedly with her coworker. My heart raced with nervousness and, at the same time, captivated by the sight of her.

Today, Professor Ortega was dressed casually.

She wore a simple oversized pink hoodie, ripped jeans at the knees, and white Air Force sneakers.Her hair was tied up in a messy ponytail.

The absence of heels accentuated her height.

I grabbed Xavier's arm and started walking down the hallway when I saw Jenna turning in our direction. I relaxed, knowing that I had avoided the dark-haired woman, and let out a sigh of relief as I walked towards our class.

(...)

I managed to avoid Jenna in various ways, but I couldn't avoid her in the last class. I sighed and entered the classroom, bowing my head when I saw Jenna sitting in the chair in front of the desk.

I felt extremely guilty when I saw a smile spreading across her lips. Damn, that oversized sweatshirt made her so adorable.

"Hey..." she said, almost nervously.

I remained silent, avoiding her gaze. I focused on looking towards the back of the class, and disappointment washed over me when I saw Enid and Spenser sitting together, occupying my usual spot. The girl still had a red nose as a symbol of her cold, and Enid was enthusiastically talking with her friend.

I felt so betrayed.

Impatiently, I took the only available seat, right in front of the lectern. I placed my backpack on the floor and felt a bit frustrated. Jenna looked at me with a raised eyebrow, seemingly trying to figure out what was going on.

"Are you okay?" she asked, standing up and putting her hands in the pockets of her sweatshirt. I held back a smile as I found her adorable and nodded my head. Jenna made a face of concern when I didn't respond. She looked at me with stern eyes, her jaw clenched, almost annoyed.

If I acted cold, maybe I could avoid talking to Jenna.

"I'm fine," I replied coldly, avoiding eye contact. I grabbed my pencil case and notebook, ready for the lesson.

Jenna huffed and made a strange sound in her throat.

In my peripheral vision, I saw her hand dangerously approaching, and my eyes widened when I saw her target. Jenna's hand grabbed mine and made me stand up from the chair. I tried to remain calm as I followed Jenna walking towards the classroom exit, our hands intertwined. A pleasant sensation fluttered in my stomach, and I ignored the soft touch of her palm against mine.

Before crossing the door, I saw Enid getting up from her seat, looking at me with concern.

"Excuse us," Jenna's request sounded stern as she tried to pass through the students who were rushing to their classes.

I looked at Jenna and unintentionally smiled when I realized she was slightly taller than me.

The Professor Ortega reached a closet and opened the door. She forcefully closed it, seeking privacy, and let go of our intertwined hands, crossing her arms over her chest.

"What's going on?" she looked at me seriously, her jaw clenched.

"Nothing... Can we go back to class? We have a lesson," I glanced distractedly at the door, feeling the need to escape from that cramped space.

"Otherwise, I'm the teacher... so you'll stay here," she stared at me, her irises filled with anger. "Why have you been avoiding me since this morning? And don't say you haven't been, because I know you have been avoiding me." Her gaze softened, her brown eyes shining with sadness.

"I...," I took a deep breath.

If I want to get out of here, I have to tell the truth.

"I don't know... I was afraid I made you feel uncomfortable the other day," I confessed, feeling a weight lifted off my chest.

Jenna relaxed, giving me a shy smile. "You didn't make me feel uncomfortable... if that was the problem... well, you can rest assured," she shrugged, smiling again.

"Okay," I smiled, relieved.

"T/N... Next time, speak instead of running away, okay? After all, I'm your teacher... I can help you with anything," she looked at me with doe eyes, absentmindedly biting her lower lip.

And that was the problem... that you're my teacher... Jenna.

"Now... Shall we go back to class? I think the others must be wondering where we've been," I affirm, swallowing nervously.

Jenna nods timidly, and we leave the closet, walking back to the classroom, this time feeling a weight lifted off our shoulders.

Or maybe not entirely.

(...)

"So... a line integral or path integral is an integral where the function being integrated is evaluated along a path or curve," I repeat, glancing at Jenna across the room.

It had been three weeks since the last turbulent encounter with Professor Ortega in the closet, and since then, we had been maintaining a practically perfect relationship without any misunderstandings. Twice a week, we would meet in the empty classroom, studying advanced mathematics for the upcoming end-of-year exam. It seemed that this competition was going to take place in late March, right on the eve of graduation.

I place the bottom of the pen between my lips, feeling both exhausted and satisfied with my work.

Jenna walks in my direction. Her black boots come into view, and I slowly examine her with my gaze. Today, Jenna is wearing a green-and-white plaid skirt that reaches just above mid-thigh, matching her green polo. I almost feel like crying under her attentive and intimidating gaze.

She playfully taps my cheek, smiling with all 32 teeth.

"You see, after two hours, you finally figured it out," she asks rhetorically, and I look away from her inappropriate comment. I gently remove her hand from my face and stand up from the chair, completely tired.

I glance at the clock and sigh, realizing once again that it's gotten late.

"We should meet somewhere else... I practically live in this school," I mutter to myself, clenching my jaw to hide my displeasure.

"You're right," Jenna comments, and I turn towards her direction. I didn't think she would hear me. Professor Ortega puts the book in her backpack and looks at me with a slight smile on her lips.

"If it's not too... strange," she begins, pausing briefly, almost regretting what she said. "We can meet at my place," she concludes, putting the backpack on her back.

My eyes widen, and my cheeks turn red. A pleasant sensation spreads down my spine at the mere thought of staying at Jenna's house. Professor Ortega shakes her head, somewhat disappointed that I didn't give an immediate response.

"Well... I just... should know the address," I scratch the back of my neck nervously.

Jenna lets out a sigh of relief and smiles. She takes her phone from her bag and walks towards me, looking at her device. "How about I give you my number?" Her fingers tap something on the screen, most likely responding to a message.

"So, I'll send it to you on WhatsApp," she concludes, looking at me through her long lashes.

I nod my head, still speechless.

Jenna hands me her phone, a beautiful iPhone 14. I see that she has already opened the contact. Glancing at Jenna, I enter my number, feeling a bit surprised. I hand the phone back to the brunette, and she puts it in her bag.

"Well... then we'll catch up," she gives me a smile, revealing her dimples. Walking past me and always tilting her head with a smile on her lips, she exits the room.

Jenna... she asked for my number.

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When I left school, I saw Enid leaning against the door of her new car. The blonde waved at me and walked in my direction, wrapping her arms around my neck.

I returned the hug, relaxing under her touch. Enid breaks the hug, jumping with happiness.

"Are you ready?" Enid takes my backpack from my hands, opens the trunk, and carelessly throws it in. She squeals and takes my hand, making me get into the passenger side.

"Ready? Ready for what?" I look at the blonde with confusion and fasten my seatbelt.

"For a party, of course." She inserts the key into the lock and starts the car. I widen my eyes and shake my head.

"At... 8 PM?" I said incredulously.

"No, I want to go home," I admit, and Enid mutters, bored. She shifts gears and drives towards the exit of Nevermore, crossing the iron gates.

"It's Friday... T/N, it's been ages since we went to a party together... lately, you've been studying too much, really too much," she absentmindedly bites her lower lip.

She turns towards me, looking at me with pleading eyes.

"Alright... but we'll stay for a couple of hours, and then we go home... but... WATCH OUT!" I grip the seatbelt tightly when I see Enid running the red light.

Who the hell gave her a license?

"So, party?" she smiled, exhilarated by the victory. "Where are we going?" I catch my breath, relieved that I'm still alive. Enid turns back towards me.

"Look at the road," I add, still scared. Enid grips the steering wheel tightly, showing me her new nail polish combination.

"At Edward's house," she says, shrugging indifferently. Her eyes sparkle with excitement. "Edward?" I ask, sighing in frustration.

"He's an idiot... but he throws good parties," the blonde admits, and I fall silent, not knowing what else to add.

In the distance, we see Edward Smith's huge house, and despite the late hour of the party, people can already be seen entering his house. Extravagant lights invade the neighborhood, and deafening music resonates from meters away.

Enid parks, and we get out of the car, walking towards the entrance of the house. A notification on my phone prompts me to take it out of my pocket, and I furrow my brow when I see that I have received a phone number from an unknown sender.

*Unknown*

"Hi! It's Jenna, well... this is my number."

I smile and save her number, amused that she felt the need to specify whose number it was.

"Hi Jenna, I'm T/N."

A few seconds later, I receive a message from her.

Jenna*: Really? Don't tell me :/

Silly :3

I put my phone back in my pocket and enter the house, ready to let loose but with a smile on my lips.

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Comfort ❤️

Summary; I love thunderstorms but thought it would be nice to write something where Eddie comforts the reader who's scared of thunderstorms.

There's a massive storm while everyone is at school, it's winter and the storm hits during the afternoon instead of night.

Eddie comforts the reader when they find themselves together in an empty classroom.

Warnings; Anxiety attack, mean Eddie, enemies to lovers, fluff, much kissing, comfort. minors dni

I don't give anyone permission to copy, reuse, or repost my work.

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The biggest storm to hit Hawkins in years happened while you were in class.

It was the usual day, Eddie was your partner and seemed intent on irratating the hell out of you.

That was the thing with him. Half the time he pissed you off, the other half you wanted to kiss him. The latter part was something you kept secret.

You were barely paying attention to what Mrs O'Donnell was saying, mind focused on cheer routines and the way the wind seemed to be increasing by the minute, the howling growing louder, rain battering of the windows.

It was fine, you were fine you tell yourself trying to stay calm. The truth was though you didn't like storms very much, these ones weren't too bad but add thunder and lightning to the mix and you panicked.

The weatherman said to expect thunder and lightning, gale force winds. A big storm was meant to hit tonight but it appears it was arriving earlier than planned.

It seemed to get progressively worse, the sky darker, the lights were flickering on and off and your friends and other students seemed very excited.

All through classes everyone was on edge or anticipating something big happening.

What if the power went out completely, it's not like anyone could go home. It was too dangerous.

What were you going to do at the end of the day? You could hear teachers talking about it, thinking that it was the best for everyone to stay here until the storm calmed down.

You kinda wished you had listened to your gut instinct and just stayed in bed this morning.

"Princess you keep gripping that pencil like that and you're gonna break it" Eddie points out to you and you drop the pencil.

"What's up with you anyway? You break a nail during cheer practice?" he asks with a smug smile on his face and his barb momentarily distracts you from being nervous.

"Bite me, Munson" he's just about to retort but the bell rings signalling lunchtime and you'd rather get as far away from him as possible.

No such luck though. He follows you, gently tugging on your ponytail to get attention and you huff, turning around and glaring at him.

"Are you five years old or something? God, you're such a dick" he shrugs.

"Had to get your attention somehow princess priss, haven't heard you call me an asshole for three hours now, I got worried"

That nickname irritated you but you still feel your heart skip a beat as he moves closer to you, does he feel that spark too?

There's a clap of thunder and you startle, Eddie watches you his eyes full of mirth.

"Asshole" you yell over your shoulder as you walk away, his laughter follows you down the hall.

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Around fifth period the lights went out completely it was already dark being the winter months so there wasn't much light.

Mr Arnolds tried to calm everyone down but it was hard to hear him over the shouting. Shouldn't the school have a backup generator or something.

The lights going out had sent everyone into panic mode. Except for the students who seemed more prepared than the teachers, you had brought a flashlight to school just in case of this happening.

Better to have some sort of plan you reckoned.

Despite that all the worried voices coupled with the storm outside was making your anxiety spike even more.

You find an empty classroom and try to get control of your racing thoughts.

Except you're not alone, as you shine your torch you notice Eddie seems to have had the same idea as you.

"Shouldn't you be in class sweetheart? Keeping people's spirits up with your peppy cheer routine" you snort with laughter.

"Good one Eddie, it take all your time to come up with that zinger?" he smiles back at you, it was weird. Sometimes you think he likes bickering with you, sought you out.

Like you did with him.

Hesitantly you peer out the window and the tree branches slam against the window causing you to jump, thunder rumbles, it's so loud it makes you immediately tense.

"Aww, what's wrong princess? Scared of a little thunder and lightning?" Eddie mocks as he watches you and you turn around ready to snap back when there's a rumble of thunder again, the lightning flashes perilously close to the window.

Fear floods through your body and you look around the room trying to stop yourself from panicking.

Five things you can see... Eddie's smug irritatingly cute face. Your book for your English report, the anxiety in your stomach grows even more, this isn't helping.

"Hey, hey look at me" Eddie kneels down beside you, taking your hand in his, mocking look gone and replaced with concern.

"I hate this" you whimper and he softens as you tighten your grip on his hands.

"Sweetheart, you're safe with me okay? Do you think I would let anything happen to you?" you stifle a smile.

"I irritate you, drive you up the wall" he smiles, all dimples.

"Yeah, no shit but you're sweet when you want to be, smart, beautiful and brave, this is like a dnd quest okay? The knight and his badass princess sheltering from a storm and working together to keep each other calm"

This begins to relax you. "Maybe a little bit different from your usual quests, you pause and your heart skips a beat, you think I'm beautiful?"

He blushes a little bit. "Maybe" You tilt his chin up so he looks at you, his big brown eyes wide.

"Maybe I think you're cute," you tell him and wipe your tears away. He pulls you tight against his body and you rest your head on his chest.

"Talk about anything please, take my mind off this" he obliges and begins to tell you about the movie he watched last night, the songs his band Corroded Coffin performed at the Hideout.

"We had like four drunks princess, think that's a record" This causes you to giggle.

"I'd like to see you perform" he rubs your arm as you flinch when lightning flashes again.

"Shh, just focus on me kay? I'd love to see you at the Hideout princess, can you bring your pom poms?" he teases and you grin.

"It's a date... I mean, shit" Why the hell did you say date? Cringing you play with his guitar pick as his breath hitches.

"I'd like that a lot. It's definitely a date" The storm suddenly seems quieter or maybe it's because Eddie is looking down at you with warmth in his big brown eyes.

"Better?" he probes, stroking your cheek then leaning to kiss you. Nothing else matters as you kiss, you lose yourself in how amazing it feels.

"Think I'm starting to like storms now" you admit but then the thunder starts again and you wince.

"Okay, maybe not"

"Guess I'll have to distract you some more" Eddie smirks and kisses you gently. It turns more intense and the storm rages on all afternoon.

With Eddie kissing you like this though it's easy to forget it just for a little while.

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[v3nusxsky]

If you don't mind can I please request a larissa x student reader who is of age. Larissa is covering some of r's classes cause their teacher is off and ends up getting obsessed with Larissa's hands which leads to them not paying attention in class and failing the test that Larissa gives the class. This confused Larissa as r is typically a good student so she takes it upon herself to tutor r and quickly discovers R's infatuation and that they also happen to be a virgin. This leads to Larissa teaching r some other lessons that aren't on the traditional curriculum like how to please your mistress ;)

A different kind of lesson 18+

*Authors note~I changed this slightly because it contains smut and I don't really feel comfy writting student x Larissa smut. So r is a teaching aid*

Trigger warnings~ virgin r sub r dom l corruption kink mistress kink thigh riding oral dirty talk

Prompt~ see ask**

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Being a teaching assistant was truly something you excel at, being rather young you were surprised to be given the opportunity but the principal of Nevermore believes in you. It was no secret that she was simply stunning, a kind heart and a pretty face causing your little gay heart to beat just that bit louder for her. But as your boss you couldn't go there.

You were busy in the classroom gathering all the ingredients for todays potion to set them up for Mrs Addams, when she entered. "Oh darling! I'm sorry I didn't mean to get here a little later than Mrs Addams normally would" Larissa apologised not noticing how you froze at her voice. That was most definitely not Mrs Addams. "P-principal Weems" you stammered out flushing bright red. "Less of the formality darling, Larissa will do just fine unless we are with the students" she murmured gently hoping to ease what she thought was discomfort.  Oh you were so dead, a whole day being Larissa's assistant was basically dying and going to a twisted version of heaven and hell mixed together. But oh so enjoyable.

The students filled in and the lesson began, you couldn't help be drawn to her hands as she demonstrated the potions or as she wrote on the board. Your little virgin mind coming up with what it would feel like to have her hands on your skin. As the day drew on you were more distracted, often missing out on things Larissa knew you'd instantly do normally. Mrs Addams was always raving about what a good assistant you were for her, so this was a completely weird situation for her to see.

On your lunch break, you sat in the classroom opting to do some more work and prepare the classroom for the afternoon, Larissa doing the same, her long slender fingers typing away at her laptop. You were soon drawn to them that you accidentally dropped the cauldron on your foot. "Ouch ouch ouch" you whimpered hoping on one foot. "Sweetheart? Why do you keep starring at my hands? Are they really that distracting for you?" She murmured her gaze intently boring into your soul. "I um uh I" you stuttered dumbly as she began to stand and come towards you, leaning down to your ear to whisper, "why don't you come to my office later love, we can go over some extra curricular activities" she purred adding a wink and subtle smirk at your flustered state. "Um I yes I okay" you mumbled trying to hide your flushed cheeks.

The day past with a few more similar incidents but you soon found yourself nervously stood outside her office door. With a timid knock you were granted entry. Immediately you were met with a lit fire, two poured glasses of red wine and a very sexy looking Larissa Weems. Nothing a miss in her appearance despite the late hour of the day. "Sit down darling, I won't bite you, yet anyway" she chuckled at her own joke, observing how obedient you were to comply with her request.

"You seem to be distracted today, and I've noticed it seems to be my mer presence causing it, I figured you could be a very special girl for me and try out my new class." She murmured eyes never leaving your face, taking in how your eyes darkened at the suggestive words and pet names. "What lesson would that be?" You were nervous, she knew that, your voice wavered and you struggled to maintain eye contact with her. "What a good question sweetheart, I call it, how to please your Mistress" she suggested moving a hand to your thigh, "would you like to take the class? I assure you I'm a very good teacher for the subject" she flashed her beautiful smile at you before you muttered, "I'm a virgin" so quiet she almost missed it. Almost.

"Even better love" the glint in her eye was telling you that she was gaining some kind of upper hand with that piece of knowledge. "We will go slow love if you wish to continue this" she murmured to you drawing circles on your clothed thigh. "I would" was all you offered but it was enough to kickstart your private lesson. Larissa stood up and sauntered back to her desk.

"Be a good girl and come kneel here" she commanded pointing at the spot underneath her desk. You did so, shaking slightly nervous at what she'd ask of you. What if you completely sucked? You didn't have much time to ponder it when Larissa shifted her hips to move her dress and strip herself of her underwear, exposing her bare cunt to you. Subconsciously, you licked your lips as you looked up at the blonde through your eyelashes.

"Sweet girl you look absolutely starving, be a good little slut for your Mistress and make her feel good. Show me your are worthy of my special classes. After all they are only offered to you" she murmured hand in your hair, urging you closer to her core. Her scent it you and all you could do is whine, she smelt sinfully delicious. Gingerly you took a little swipe of her soaked slit to get a taste, unable to hide you happy moan as it hit your taste buds.

Soon enough you found a rhythm with your tongue that had your nose bumping her clit with every kick, the hands in your hair tightening as she moaned more often. "Oh god oh fuck you're such a good slut, fuck baby put your mouth on my clit" she whined just needing that little more stimulation to get thrown into those beautiful pools of bliss. Experimentally you wrapped you lips around her bundle of nerves and sucked nice and hard causing the older woman to cum and cum hard, drenching your face as you desperately lapped at her folds.

"Such a sweet girl for me, come here" she murmured pulling you up slightly to settle you on her thigh. Stealing your lips in a kiss she couldn't help but moan at the taste of her mixed with you. God there was nothing better than this. Instinctively you ground your hips against her thigh and gasped a little. "Oh you're such a whore that you're gonna fuck your self on my thigh? Well that wasn't my plan but I'm adaptable. Go ahead sweetheart" she murmured before kissing all down your neck while her hands guided your movements.

It wasn't long before the became erratic and you were confused on these new feelings, Larissa happily taking control causing you to rut that bit harder and fasted against her, "cum pretty whore" was all she offered before nipping at your neck. "Let go sweetheart, drench my thigh" was all it took for the coil in your stomach to release as you came for r your boss.

"Good girl, lesson one complete, how bout you go clean up and rest because tomorrows lesson, Mistress wants her fingers and strap in that tight little cunt of yours.

Word count ~1341

[cheesetalia]

teach my heart to bend instead of breaking

For @hetalia-rarepairweek's Day 1: History & Mythology England/Canada | 1.1k words | warnings: none for this installment, eventual cheating and dubcon.

Summary:

Matthew Williams is an unusual student, a diamond shining brightly amid a sea of clods. That’s how Arthur Kirkland, his history professor sees him. Arthur’s only intention in taking Matthew under his wing is to nurture a rare talent, but it’s possible to become too close to a student. Already on thin ice with his wife and the university due to his prickly personality, getting entangled with Matthew might be what finally deals the deathblow to his marriage—and worse, his career.

Can be read on the Archive of Our Own or underneath the Readmore:

Most of the students in Professor Kirkland’s History 101 class had tuned out his snippy British voice that went on and on about historical happenings they did not care about in the slightest. Those who were paying any attention at all glared at his turned back.

Matthew however, sitting in the front row leaning forward with his chin resting on his hand, staring raptly as Professor Kirkland scrawled dates and names on the board, was an exception. He found the grumpy little man absolutely enchanting. Other students might bitch about the chalkboard, claiming the dust was nasty and that it was an antique not suited for a modern classroom, but Matthew thought it was an adorable little quirk. This was a history class after all, so shouldn't they benefit from a few antiquarian touches?

It wasn’t just the oddities like the chalkboard that had the other students pissed off though. No, it was because despite this being an intro history class (intended as a broad, shallow, and above all <i>easy</i> survey of history appropriate for non-majors) the coursework was as difficult and ruthlessly graded as most of the senior level history classes. The only one more difficult was the senior thesis class for history majors.

Pity the student who dawdled in signing up for courses and got stuck in Arthur Kirkland’s history class!

Matthew hadn’t bothered to try and dodge certain professors who were rumored to be hardasses. He’d been an honors student in high school but had often been bored and underwhelmed by the classwork. Now, in his very first semester of college he was finally being challenged. Professor Kirkland didn’t let them slack or skate by and Matthew appreciated that. It felt good to be treated like an adult, an equal, instead of having a teacher go easy on them because “they’re just kids”.

If the students had no love or respect for Professor Kirkland, the feeling was mutual. Although Arthur never said it, he clearly communicated with his venomous glares and voice dripping with scorn, exactly what he thought of the imbeciles he had to teach. Served them right in Matthew’s opinion; this wasn’t high school and they shouldn’t be clowning about or neglecting their coursework. This was college; they should take it <i>seriously</i>.

In a mirror of Matthew's attitude, Arthur saw Matthew as a rare exception in a classroom full of brainless teenagers. The slim blonde teen that always sat in the first row might be meek and quiet but Arthur could tell from his essays and tests that he paid attention and actually put the work in to do the required reading. Arthur was never big on so-called classroom participation from students anyway; there was no benefit in letting them show off their ignorance, flaunt their juvenile and asinine “opinions”.

Many professors warmly advertised their office hours and invited students to drop-in for anything, even just a chat. Arthur didn’t.

But when Matthew finally worked up the courage to linger in the room after the class was dismissed, hovering next to Arthur’s desk, Arthur didn’t send him packing. It wasn’t out of some change of heart (the administration was constantly badgering him to be nicer to the students, but Arthur had taught at this particular institution for over fifteen years now, and there was no way he was going to kiss the idiot students’ arses just because everyone else was getting soft in this modern age). It was because Arthur thought there was a chance—however slim—that Matthew might not be a complete waste of his time.

Matthew, with his big awe-filled violet eyes, graceful manners, always surrounded by the soft scent of pinewood and maple sugar, was a lot easier to endure standing near than most of the stinking sweaty hungover students that Arthur dealt with. Maybe, Arthur thought, if most of his students were as pleasant as Matthew it wouldn’t be so difficult to smile at them. He didn’t have to make an effort with Matthew; talking with him, the corners of his mouth naturally lifted up as he listened to Matthew’s shy questioning about the end of term paper Arthur had assigned them.

He answered Matthew’s questions and even voluntarily pointed him towards some good sources for the subject they’d be writing about. Arthur lost track of time chatting with the young man about what they’d covered in class so far, only realizing he had to be at home for dinner in twenty minutes because his smartwatch went off. (He despised it; but it was a gift from Gilberte so he wore it anyway, while never passing up a chance to bitch about it to her.)

“Well I must be going now. If you have any other questions you can speak with me after next class.” Arthur said.

It was a high honor; he’d never yet in all his years implied to a student that any imposition on his time would be welcome.

“Thank you for your time Professor, I’ll see you next time.” Matthew said, giving a shy little wave as he headed for the door.

Despite the fact that he really needed to get going if he was to make it home in time for Gilberte to not throw a bitchfit, Arthur didn’t grab his things and make to leave. He felt strangely off. What was causing it? The conversation with Matthew, if an unusual occurrence, was not about anything out of the ordinary for a history professor and the student (even if it was highly unusual for <i>Arthur</i> and a student).

It took Arthur a moment to realize what it was. His teeth weren’t gritted tightly in his mouth. His fingernails weren't digging into the flesh of his palms. The overwhelming urge to bite someone or kick them out a window was absent... Instead of feeling aggravated, like conversations with people usually left him, Arthur felt refreshed. Invigorated. There was still a little lingering on his face and he didn't know why.

Arthur went hunting through his desk for the little index card he made all the students fill out at the beginning of term (he never paid any mind to them; it was purely a farce meant to appease the administration by showing he was making an effort to “connect with” the students.)

There, at the very back he found it—Williams, Matthew.

A freshman from Canada, whose hobbies included playing hockey and cooking. That explained his tight, fit body at least.

And there at the bottom–major: undeclared. Maybe Arthur could have a talk with the boy about his aptitude for the humanities. He was clearly a cut above the usual moronic students Arthur was surrounded by. The history department could only be enlivened by having an undergrad student who actually had a brain.

Not to mention, this would put Matthew in more of Arthur's classes, since the college only required this one history class as part of the general education requirements.

Yes, he would have to talk to Matthew about it right away.

[mindingmybidness12]

Tara Carpenter x Gn! Reader

Suspicious Minds Part 1

Warnings: Cursing and swearing... like a lot

You were rushing to an early grave and there was nothing you could do to stop it. It all started when Your alarm clock failed to wake you up on time. This, of course, made him late to work which brought him to where you are now. Tearing down the bike lane of your neighborhood while getting your ass chewed by your boss. 

“GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!! YOU’RE LATE!! YOU HEAR ME?? LAAAAATE!!”

“Sir, I am quite literally five minutes away. I was only supposed to clock in only a minute ago–”

“One minute is a minute too much! Now you're telling me you're gonna be FIVE MORE MINUTES LATE?? UNACCEPTABLE!!”

He then resorted to even more yelling and at this point you were already over it.You couldn’t help but think about where you're headed at the moment. You were rushing into a dead end job just to get yelled at by your douchebag boss and for what? The pay wasn’t even that good. He was just bullshitting you to believe that nobody else would hire you, when in reality, nobody would really want to work for a jackass like him. Except you did.

Key word here being did. You promptly slammed on the brakes of your bike and focused on the phone call.

"Now you listen here you old ass piece of shit," you started causing him to splutter but you didn't give him the time to recover "I have had it up to here with your crap! You treat me like shit. You underpay me. You're smelly, ugly, fat, and old as shit but you still got the nerve to push me away from the register every time a woman comes by like they're actually here to see your fugly ass! You're fifty years old in a beginner's level karate class! Get on a damn treadmill first! Then after you've had your fill, choke on a bag of dicks and fall down the stairs. Then if you find it in your ugly soul to get back up, then just go all the way to hell !!"

You hung up the phone before he could recovered and started laughing as you did. How's that for a two weeks notice? You started dancing in celebration. You couldn't help yourself. You were finally free from a crappy ass job and a crappy ass boss. Now you could finally turn your crappy life back around. Free at last, free at last! As you were dancing, you hit a quick spin around while transitioning to doing the Dougie you made eye contact with Tara Carpenter of all people. Your jaw dropped and you felt heat creeping up your cheeks from the embarrassment. Still you tried to make a pass at being casual.

"Uh.. hey.. H-how's it going?"

You were not casual.

Tara let out a giggle and grinned at you while returning the greeting with a 'hey' of her own. You had to fight the urge to not grin like an idiot. You tried not to make it so obvious that you were into her. You and her shared only one class but you ended up sitting next to each other and working on an assignment. You had no intention of falling in love with anybody but it just kinda... happened. You cracked one half hearted joke and she tried and failed to hold back a snort. From then on you were always seen together in Biology. Laughing, cracking jokes, and teasing. Sometimes you would even get threaten to be split up or thrown out of class but you always managed to keep this calm before that happened.

As much fun as you two had with each other it would always stay within the classroom. It wasn't your fault or hers, it just how it seem to end up. There were days where she'd ask for you to come hang with her but you were stuck working at a shitty job to help pay the bills as an emancipated adult. There were the rare times that you were free after class but she would be linking up with her own friends. You didn't take it to heart but it kinda sucks that you only saw each other few hours out of the week. Before your thought could wonder off too far, Tara grabbed your attention once more.

"So who was the poor person you went full psycho on just now?"

You rolled your eyes but responded anyways.

"Just my dickhead boss... or should I say former boss? Cause I just quit. I've had enough."

"Oh! Well I'm glad you've stuck up for yourself." Tara congratulated you. You just smiled at her while nodding your head in thanks. Tara smiled shyly while turning her head away from you. While the silence stretch on and you were inwardly trying to think of something to say to get the ball rolling. You didn't know if this silence was supposed comfortable or not but you we're kinda afraid to let it go on longer than this.

"So whatchu doing out out here?"

Tara huffed and then went on to explain how she had plans with one of her friends only for them to bail last minute. You just hummed and nodded along as she vented a little bit to you.

"Well sucks to suck doesn't it?"

Tara snorted while giving your arm a shove. You chuckled back before you started thinking again. Tara's plans were cancelled so she was free. You were free from a shitty poopy job with an equally shitty poopy boss. You were already out and together. Hmm.

Chance!

"Hey, Tara wanna go do something?"

"Like what?" she asked looking up towards you.

"Like... I don't know, hang out? Grab a bite to eat? It's like the first time both of us are free and together right?"

"Yeah... yeah!" She nodded getting excited about finally getting to chance to hang out with you outside of class.

"Alright then, let's go."

A/N: The end for now. Thanks for tuning in and let me know what you guys think of my very first post here. I'll see you when I see you.

[loveinequinox]

PART II

Part I

twilight fic:: edward x f!reader

The school consisted of multiple buildings, all inter linked. You’d only had a year or two in the high school before you left for Lititz, back then Odi and you had a multitude of friends. A coven of girls who spent every day ,if not hour, together. It was amazing how these groups deteriorated through the years. People really do change incredibly over their teenage years.

Walking through the school, you passed old friends with people who you had known they hated. People who had never spoken before, new kids, all matured. It had all done a complete 180. While you were off gallivanting in Lititz, creating a utopia for yourself, everyone you left behind in Forks continued in the same old routine. Everything was the same, except they got a bit taller.

You went to front desk, took the papers, schedules, passes, locker code etc. You were on your way to first period, biology. You were walking up the hall, biology on the left, when your gaze wanders to a looming figure near lockers. Tall, stoic and slim, disheveled burning auburn brown hair, and deep, bottomless, black coals for eyes. His skin was almost translucent, stretched to a gentle youth across sharp features, accentuated by the gift of God and genes. Who the fuck was that? He broke his stare with you, the gaze so titillating and enrapturing, left you feeling so uneasy. There was no kindness in those eyes. Whatever had passed between the pair of you was of malicious intent.

Stepping into the classroom you do your introductions and sit in a chair by the window. Forks was scenic, if you were into the musky smell of rain and earth. A stuffed barn owl watches you, like you were its next field mouse dinner. When did Forks begin to feel so sinister?

The teacher begins the lesson, her rectangular glasses glistening in the luminescents above. She passes a small nod to the boy in the hall as he enters the class. His eyes are trained on you. It was like he was undressing you with a mere gaze, dissecting bits and pieces of you, what would be the most juiciest part to bite into. Your heart skipped a beat as he took the seat beside you, he looked at you and back to the white board.

“Welcome to Forks.” A voice like velvet, caressed you as its speaker turned his attention to you again.

“Thanks, It’s my hometown.” your words sounded so timid against his. What the fuck was he doing to you?

“I know.” He smiled, your name fell from his lips then. You could almost see the letters dripping onto the table, like someone had dropped a yard of silk and left it as it met the ground. That was such a weird thing to say, he knew your name? You didn’t even know him!

“I’m sorry, have we met?”

“Once before.”

“Really? Where?”

“At your house.” You stared at him, confused. Then it was as if someone threw the image of the figure at the side of Grandpas home right at your face.

“What the fuck?” You say, incredulous. Why was this creep lurking around your home? You looked at him with a face of disgust, turning to watch the teacher. Replaying the image of him beside the wall in the shadows, like some cringe emo character from the early naughties. What a weirdo.

“I’m Edward, by the way.” You didn’t acknowledge him whatsoever, focusing on the lesson instead to distract you from the creep beside you. You’d go to change classes after this.

Walking into the office you see Edward at the desk. “I’d like to be moved into her classes please, we are good friends. It’ll help her get settled-“ He stopped and turned, looking directly at you. The receptionist nodded mumbling a “I’ll be right with you.” Edward stared at you with black eyes, a small grin curling his lip. Surely he hadn’t been talking about you. Right? He shouldered by you, chuckling as he strode down the hallway.

You hated him already.

[sunkissedandseraphic]

My Guardian Angel is Crying: Chapter 6

Story Summary: When Rick and Michonne watched Judith walk onto the school bus, calling out a small "I love you!" before the doors closed behind her, they smiled, knowing their family had welcomed another good day. But merely hours later, they receive a call that shatters their world: while going back to the classroom after their time on the playground, someone had managed to kidnap Judith, and there was no trace of who took her and where she was now. Desperate to find their little girl, Rick and Michonne were determined to get to the bottom of this, even if that meant supporting each other and their son in the midst of their own breakdowns. They had to find her, because if they didn't, they'd crumble into pieces too small to put back together

Chapter Summary: As the story comes to its end, the Grimes family earns the happily ever after they were scared they would never get to see

A/N: And that is the end of this fic! Please go follow my ao3 account (same username) as I tend to post first and more often on there, but I do eventually transfer everything here! I am also working on a new fic centered around Daryl and Carol, so be on the lookout for that

The only things stopping the Grimes family from getting to that hotel any faster were the laws of speeding and physics. 

Rick was behind the wheel, shaking with so much pure joy he thought the car might start shaking alongside him. He was leaving indents in the steering wheel leather at this point, but he didn’t care. They were going to get Judith back, and he had never craved something so badly in his life. 

While Rick searched for every shortcut, he glanced in the rearview now and then to watch Michonne and Carl in the backseat. Michonne's smile was as bright as the sheriff had ever seen as she ran her fingers through Carl’s knotted hair, listening as the words spewed from his lips; for a boy who had spent almost a week so silent you could hear a pin drop, he surely has no intention of shutting up now– and honestly, Rick and Michonne had never been so happy to have their ear talked off.

The boy rambled on about how he, to cope with the situation, had cleaned Judith’s room the other day in preparation for when she would be found: placing her books in the correct order on her shelf, returning her toys to the chest at the foot of her bed, making sure her favorite Mulan pajamas were folded neatly and laid on her bed, and lining up each of her stuffed animals against her pillows. Carl was glowing as he missed not a single detail, and the couple watched his eyes light up with each praise they gave him.

The drive to Atlanta felt never-ending, but eventually, Rick spotted the sign for the Holiday Inn Express, and the three Grimes’ were out of the car before it had the chance to fully stop. 

It was a race to the entrance of the building, but just as they were seconds away from stepping on the curb, a voice Rick recognized called out behind them. “Rick! Can you and Michonne come here? We need to talk,” Said one of the King’s County troopers, waving over to the sheriff. 

Rick didn’t know where to look first when he moved to face the cop. There were of course the men Deanna had sent to complete the arrest, then beside them were two women he assumed were the ones he had to thank for saving his daughter’s life, and in the patrol car, seated behind the barred windows, were the people he restrained the urge to make suffer for the rest of their shitty lives: Shane and Lori Walsh.

If his son was not two feet away from him, Rick would have dragged the two out of the car and made them pay for the hell they put him through. Although, knowing to breathe his way past the rage, Rick determined that he would keep civil, collected, and remain cooperative with whatever his coworker asked of him.

Rick turned to Carl, whose eyes shifted between the car and the entrance to the hotel. Resting his hand on his son’s shoulder, Rick gave him a gentle smile and cocked his head in the direction of the door. “Go, she’ll want to see you,” He said, knowing how much Carl needed Judith. 

Carl gave a glance back up at his father, anxiety shining through his wide eyes, but after a moment, he swallowed against the lump forming in his throat and nodded. His surroundings were blurry as he felt Rick take his hand away and walk towards the cop, Michonne following close in step. While they began discussing things with him and the two women, Carl felt his gaze drift over to the patrol car and without even realizing it, he snapped out of his daze to find himself making eye contact with Lori. Making eye contact with his mother.

God, he felt disgusted even thinking about Lori in such a way. That wasn’t his mother; a mother would love her children instead of neglect them, protect them instead of steal them away from the people that held them dear. A mother would never stoop to such heinous levels just to get her way. A mother was everything that Michonne was, and he was horrified he had ever seen Lori in that perspective. 

As the cherry on top, Carl felt his stomach churn when Lori smiled at him, pursing her lips to blow a kiss in his direction. Without hesitation, he responded with a scowl and the raising of his middle finger, displaying it proudly towards her and Shane before turning his back to them and making his way inside the hotel. 

When Carl placed his foot through the entrance and onto the carpet, he was greeted by a hubbub of employees, concerned guests, and even more cops. It was a little overwhelming to the teenager, and he was frantic to see anyone or anything he could recognize. It took a moment or two, but soon, Carl spotted a taller man he remembered from one of his father’s work gatherings across the room: Lieutenant Mercer. His eyes landed on Mercer and as they slowly trailed down, Carl noticed the small figure that he was speaking to. 

Judith.

Mercer must have noticed Carl’s staring because he saw the lieutenant chuckle and point to him, mumbling something to Judith that Carl couldn't make out. None of that mattered though, because when Judith peered over her shoulder and found her big brother barely twenty feet away, she flashed him the largest grin in the world and broke out into a run.

“Carl!”

Judith cried, making a beeline for Carl. Without a second thought, Carl crumpled to the floor and quickly gathered Judith up in his arms, pulling her into his chest and gently cradling her head. “Judith!” He cried, not bothering to hide the tears that streamed heavily down his blotchy cheeks. 

The siblings stayed like that for a minute or so, taking in the security of the embrace. Judith, not truly understanding the gravity of what was going on, pulled away and responded to Carl’s tears with a look of puzzlement. Giving it little attention, she made grabby hands towards Carl’s sheriff's hat, to which the boy took from his curls and placed it onto his sister’s. The giggle she let out as he did so was enough to make his whole life worth living; Carl looked at Judith like she was the sun. “I love you, Jude, to the stars and back,”

He whispered, caressing her face with his hands, voice cracking with the emotion that bled through his assurances. Retaining the knowledge her brother had taught her about the stars and the solar system– one of the things that fascinated Carl– Judith held out her pinky and met his line of sight with hopeful eyes. “Even the big dipper?” She asked innocently, and let out his first laugh in days as he confirmed, wrapping his pinky around hers and holding on. “Especially the big dipper,”

It was only a few seconds later that Rick and Michonne burst into the lobby, heads going in every direction attempting to see where Judith was. Upon first sight of them, Judith leaped from her spot in Carl’s lap and raced over to the two of them, running as fast as her little legs could carry her. 

“Daddy! Daddy!”

Her cheers echoed in the room and the instant she collided with Rick’s legs, Rick unleashed a sob that wracked his core. “Judith!” He swept Judith up into his arms as his knees buckled, sending him crashing down onto the rug beneath him. Rick pressed his face into the crook of her neck, unable to believe he was holding her once again. “Oh, my baby, my sweet Judith,”

He hastily released Judith from his grip and began inspecting her up and down, terrified that he would discover some type of mark, bruise, scratch, anything of that nature. To his delight, he found not a single inch of her had been harmed, and Rick felt like he could breathe again. “God, you’re okay, you’re okay!” He said, laughing and pressing kisses to the curls poking out from underneath the sheriff’s hat 

Lastly, Judith noticed Michonne to her left. Unlike Lori, the sight of Michonne filled Judith with warmth, never once having felt dread upon being near her. She managed to wiggle her way free from Rick’s trembling hands and rest in Michonne’s lap as if this were nothing more than a usual afternoon.

“Hi, Mama!” Judith cooed, becoming putty in her mother’s lap as Michonne began to run her nails through her hair and against her scalp, unable to stop another giggle at the feeling; oh, how Judith missed her Mama. 

Witnessing her daughter melt at her small touch, Michonne allowed the teardrops to bubble over and trickle down her cheeks. She didn’t bother with hiding or wiping them, she knew any effort would be in vain. “Hey, sweet girl,” Her voice was raw and quiet, but as long as Judith heard, that was what mattered. Judith couldn’t understand why her family was crying, and it scared her. 

Of course, she’d seen them cry in the past, but with reasons, even when those reasons weren’t always clear. Judith had seen Carl cry on days when he would assure her it was nothing more than the stress of what he called “big kid school”, and there were times– times Judith was meant to be asleep amongst the company of stuffed friends– where she saw Carl crying seated on the cold bathroom tiles, their father with him, cleaning and bandaging small cuts on Carl’s arms. Judith had seen Michonne become misty-eyed a few times, usually when a car accident had been shown on the television. Judith, though, had never, not for as long as she could remember, ever seen her father shed a tear. 

“Why are you crying?” Rick had to tread lightly when starting this conversation. She was so young, and the last thing he wanted to do was scare her. “Judith… do you know what happened?”

With a nod and a sense of childhood innocence, Judith explained what she believed to be the events of the past few days. “You told Mommy that you wanted me to go stay with her and Shane because you’re not my real mommy and daddy, and she said that Carl didn’t want to come with us, and when she tried to call, you didn’t want to answer,”

The admission came so easily from Judith as if it had been rehearsed or drilled into her over and over again; it broke their hearts. A six-year-old girl should not have been able to say those things unfazed. 

The blood in Rick’s veins was boiling, his face growing red to match. He swallowed back the bile crawling up his throat, forcing himself not to lose his temper. Letting out a deep breath, Rick reached his hand to Judith’s back. “Sweetheart that’s not true, okay? We never, ever , told her that we wanted you to stay with them.” Rick spoke slowly, articulating every word. He needed Judith to understand, to know the truth. “No matter what they told you, we didn’t want you to be with them, and we are your real mom and dad. I am your real dad, and Michonne is your mama, okay?” “Shane told me that’s not true. Shane told me he was my dad!” 

Rick’s mouth went dry. 

For six years, Rick had been Judith’s father. He was there the day she was born, holding her in his arms as she slept for the first time since entering the world. He was there for her first steps, her first words, watching her first movie, her first birthday; Rick had been the one raising her towards each new milestone. He was the one being her father. The day Rick decided to leave work early and surprise his wife with a nice evening out, the day he discovered Lori and Shane already in bed, checking off the last item on Rick’s list for said evening, was the day he knew he was an imposter. 

But that, of all things, would not stop Rick Grimes. He had raised this girl, she was the light of his life, and goddamnit, nobody was taking that away from him.

From that fateful night on, Rick chose to keep this from Judith; for now, at least. But now? Hearing his shameful secret so easily released from the very one he was hiding it from? It was a knife in the gut. Rick hadn’t realized that instead of attempting any coherent reply, he had just been staring at Judith with his mouth agape. Michonne was quick to take over the conversation, to which Rick owed her the world. “Shane is lying, sweetheart. Shane is a very bad man, and he lied to you.” Michonne assured, knowing that was not a discussion the family was at all ready for. 

Snapped from his spiral, Rick hesitated before opening his mouth. All of this was no doubt going to prove a lot for Judith to process, but she had to know. This was serious, and as a matter of her future safety, Rick understood that the hardest talks were always the most important. When he settled his gaze on Judith, cuddled in Michonne’s lap, he saw the faces of all the kids he’d had this talk with in his career. He could say with certainty that he never thought he would give Judith this same spiel. “Judith, do you know what kidnapping is?” Ironically enough, Judith’s face lit up. “Uh-huh! Mr. Rovia made us have an assembly about it! He said it’s when bad people take you and they’re not supposed to,” She held her head high as she answered, pride in knowing the correct answer radiating from her. 

“That’s right, good girl,” Judith grinned when Michonne’s praises reached her ears, and after glancing towards Carl and Rick for a final confirmation, Michonne ripped the bandaid off. “Judith, honey, Mommy… Mommy and Shane kidnapped you. They aren’t supposed to talk to you or be around you, and what they did was break the law. We didn’t know where you were, and we were so scared, baby,”

As the information sunk in, it was like someone flipped a switch. Judith’s expression morphed into terror, tears blurred her vision, and she abruptly clung to Michonne’s waist as if it were a lifeline. Michonne wasted no time in reciprocating the embrace, whispering repeated reassurances in hopes of keeping her calm. “I don’t wanna live with Mommy and Shane! I wanna stay with you and Daddy and Carl!” She wept, burying her face into Michonne’s sweatshirt. The three of them crowded the girl, doing their best to comfort her. In all honesty, Michonne and Rick were surprised at how tame she was reacting; with being the sheriff, Rick had seen sobbing and screaming and feelings that no one could console from kids in her position. This, though, they could handle, this they could help Judith heal from.

Amidst her panic, Judith heard a voice calling out to her. Timidly, she peeked from her curled-up position to find Carl with his arms extended to her, and Judith moved from Michonne to Carl’s embrace before anyone could even blink. 

As Carl lifted his thumb underneath her eyes, slowly wiping away any drops that threatened to spill, Judith felt safe. There was never any doubt that Carl would go to the ends of the Earth to keep her safe, and Judith could feel it in his hugs. “You’re not going anywhere, Jude. You’re gonna stay with us, we’re gonna go home, and we’re gonna keep you safe, I promise,”

The world seemed to fall away after that, leaving only the four– finally, four of them once again– Grimes’ to share the emotional rollercoaster of their reunion. It wouldn’t be easy for any of them to move past this horrid week, but with time, the scars would scab over and the wounds would heal. Michonne and Rick would teach Judith to defend herself and no longer feel obligated to watch her like a pair of hawks. Carl would no longer feel the need to strictly carry his sister when out in public, no longer fearing that was the only way to guarantee she wouldn’t be swept away again.

It would take time, but they had all the time in the world. Judith’s guardian angel would dispose of any tears and keep watch on the girl as she grew, ensuring that Judith’s light remained immortal with every breath she took.

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HHP Chapter 5 pt 7 (18+MDNI)

Part 7, here we go!

You agreed with Vicky, and somehow, you felt as if you were going to have to have that conversation with Heeseung. The look in Tiff’s eyes as she grew angry and yearning for him a few moments ago, you knew that you were well on your way in following the path Vicky had succumbed to, all due to her being with the man that Tiff was infatuated with.

Ending the phone call with Vicky, you carried on with your schedule. Aside from your ex-roommate, you didn’t share the information with the other girls or even Emily, instead, you opted to keep it to yourself and waited for the appropriate time to bring it up to Heeseung. You didn’t want to necessarily make him aware that you were eaves dropping, and it seemed like he handled the situation as you recalled the image of him pushing the girl back sternly, and saying something that caused her to cry just before you left the building. Choosing to let it go, you didn’t bother to bring it up.

At the end of the day, Heeseung pulls up, gets out of the car, and opens the car door for you as usual. You smiled and greeted him as you hopped in. The moment he got inside and settled inside the driver’s seat, he inquired of your whereabouts earlier in the morning, just before lunch time.

“Where did you go this morning? I went to your building at around 10:30 to see if you wanted to get lunch together, but you never came out. I didn’t’ even see you inside the classroom next to Emily.”

“Oh, I left to go to that event at the library that they had for the creative writer’s program. I thought it would be interesting to go to so my teacher let me go a little earlier than usual.”

It was your intentions in going, however, after the scene you witnessed between Heeseung and Tiff, you ended up skipping out of the event as you went to spend the time and even your lunch hour on the bleachers, watching the football team practice. Heeseung did call you and even texted you, to which you remained unresponsive. He brought it up as he heard your answer.

“Ah, is that why you couldn’t answer your phone?” Shyly, you nodded in response. “Yeah I’m sorry, I meant to text you back I just got busy with it, there was a lot of information passed around that event.”

Heeseung merely smirked and nodded. “I understand, I’ve been to a couple of events like that for other subjects. It’s good that you’re going to them.”

Hearing his supportive tone brought you warmth as you sat comfortably in your seat, feeling his hand reach over to hold yours as usual while he steered the car with his other. Lifting your palm to his face as he remained gazing on the road, you thought he was going to kiss the soft spot underneath your knuckles, which he would sometimes do sporadically, yet what he did surprised you as you reacted laughing shyly. Instead of a kiss, he placed the middle knuckle of your index finger between his teeth. Like a dog with a bone in his mouth, he gently gripped the meaty portion of your finger and held it in, even as he released hand from yours, steering and driving while scoffing as he playfully clenched his pearly whites on your delicate extremity.

You slightly tugged, feeling him tighten his bite. It wasn’t at all painful, he was so gentle, yet he made it clear he didn’t’ want to release as you continued to laugh and teasingly tug, leading his head to tilt and sway wherever your hand went as he remained firmly latched on by his mouth grip.

“You’re going to drool all over your chin and my hand.” You laughed as you gently tugged, drawing his head to lean in towards your direction as his eyes remained on the road. Finally coming to a red stoplight behind a series of cars ahead, he lets go of your finger, as he turns to face you, closing his mouth while tucking in his bottom lip, he slurps the drool you warned him of, simultaneously smirking at you with heavy eyelids, it was a look you’re familiar with, a sexually aroused Heeseung.

Moments like this happened on occasion, very rarely though, where Heeseung would display a very playful side as he became sexually triggered, normally from seeing you after going hours being away in his own classes. Staring at him with a smile and wide eyes in response to his slurp and smirk, you chuckled in question.

“What? I missed you. I always miss you. Everything is in gray mode until I see you.”

His romantic words hit you directly, he was so loving the way he said it, yet somewhat coy. It was undoubtedly true, for the way he would always look at you, act around you, and speak whenever he was in your presence, even his closes friends such as Jake, would remark how happy Heeseung appeared to be the moment you stepped into his line of sight. Recalling a conversation Jake had with you the day he drove you back to the dorm after helping with the setup for Emily’s birthday at the venue.

………

“Man you really have Heeseung whipped.”

“What do you mean? Hahaha.”

“Hahaha no it’s just, man I haven’t seen him this in love before. I think with one of his ex-girlfriend’s in high school, that might have been the closest I’ve seen him happy, but nothing like when he’s with you. It sometimes scares me, he’s like obsessed and infatuated with you. But I guess people can get like that when they find someone who makes them feel super happy.”

“What makes you think he’s obsessed or infatuated with me?”

“Just the way he’s always thinking about you, the need to be around you, even when he’s playing basketball or doing dance, the very moment session ends, he’s immediately heading back to you. He’s never done that before with any other girl, not even Vicky.”

“Ah.”

“And you know, don’t tell him I told you, but when we’re in class, we always sit next to each other, I always catch him staring at the ceiling. He’ll lean back in his chair, and his hands will be in his pockets, or they just lay down hanging off to the side, and every time I ask him what’s up, he’ll continue to stare at the ceiling and say something like “Thinking about y/n.” or “picturing y/n because everything else looks so bland and ugly, I need motivation to not close my eyes.”

“Oh my gosh Jake, no he does not!”

“He does! Ask Emily, she’s seen it whenever we’re at the cafeteria and you’re not there at times.”

“Well…maybe we’re just in mad love I guess.”

“Do you think about him like that?”

“I think about him a lot, so yeah I guess I do. I think it’s safe to say we have a strong bond.”

“Yeah, Emily and I do too, I can relate. I just think it’s more noticeable and stranger to see it on Heeseung because it’s the first I’ve seen it. But I think it’s good, he’s definitely happier.”

……..

Ending the flashback, you respond to his quirky romantic antic.

PART 8

[sunriseyes706]

COMPLIANCE, a The 100 fanfic on AO3

University of Polis, First semester

“I’m going to fail,” Aden Woods groaned, lightly banging the back of his head on the wall he was leaning against.

His sister older by four years glanced up from what she was reading while seated at the kitchen table. “What?”

“I said I’m going to fail! This stupid art class.”

“But I thought you liked art?”

“I thought I did too! But this art appreciation they’re making me take is killing me.”

Lexa Woods gave him a skeptical look. “How so, when it's an elective?” 

"Let's just say, Coach Lincoln 'strongly recommends a quality elective' for some reason. And in this course, I have a ten-page paper to write. My topics to choose from…” Aden held up a sheet of paper and read off, “Understanding surrealism, evaluating the influences of the Industrial Revolution in the development of art or examining the Neoclassical sculpture as a mixture of new and ancient ideas.” He looked down at her, crumpling the paper in his hand in frustration, his blue eyes large in his panic-stricken face. “I don’t know where to start, it's due at the end of the semester and I’m so freaked out! I might have to drop this class no matter what Coach wants.” 

Lexa rolled her eyes at his dramatic commentary. “You already know how to write a decent essay, just focus on the basic components. The only thing I can suggest is the surrealist Salvador Dalí. Check out his famous painting, The Persistence of Memory. I can’t help you with anything else about art.”

“The Persistence of Memory? Okay, I’ll check that out, at least it’s a start.” The lanky teenager turned towards the front door of his sister’s apartment, ready to begin some research now that he at least had a decent topic. “I’m catching a ride to class with Nyko. But can you come get me after?”

“What time?”

“Three.”

“Okay, see you then. I don’t have to be at work until later.”  

“Thanks, sis.” 

“You’re welcome.”

∞

Class was over and yet Aden lingered in the lecture hall while his university classmates scurried away. He detested most of the content in this course like many of the others. Yet he sure took every opportunity to enjoy the visual of a certain teaching assistant whose presence he was graced with three times a week. Because TA Griffin was some kind of eye-candy, with her blonde hair and hour-glass figure always adorned in some fashionably sexy skirt and high heels.

He waited patiently in one of the upper seats, stowing away his laptop away in its case while another student took up his crush’s time by asking her meaningless questions. Not that he did not have the same intent. Plenty of other guys had made passes at the teaching assistant during the semester also and she would respond with a flirtatious smile or word, but none of the guys were able to see her beyond the classroom, as far as he could tell. As the other student finally exited, Woods made his move, slowly descending the steps.  

“Miss Griffin?”

She looked up from gathering student papers. “Yes? Aden, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” he answered with a smile. She knows my name! “I just wanted to get clarification on some of the requirements for the term paper.”

“Sure, what did you need to know?” As the student proceeded to ask his questions, Clarke Griffin listened with half an ear while she gathered the paperwork resulting from the pop quiz that she had sprung on the students. She once again explained in detail what Professor Kane would expect in the term paper, worth fifty percent of the course grade. As she answered another question, her gaze was quickly drawn to a figure that suddenly appeared in the doorway to the lecture hall.  Oh, shit. 

A drop-dead gorgeous brunette with a neat plait of hair draped over one shoulder, smiled softly in greeting, her gaze focused on Aden Woods.

Was this his girlfriend? A relative? Turning back, Griffin reached out and lightly touched the student on his arm and smiled over at him warmly as they resumed talking. She watched as he blushed and seemed a bit flustered by her mild flirtation. Surreptitiously she glanced over at the brunette again to take note of her reaction.

The woman seemed amused by their interaction, bored even as she waited patiently by the door.  She did not appear angry or jealous.

Hm, good to know.

∞

"How in the world can art be this damn hard?" Aden muttered aloud in frustration later that night, ready to tear out strands of his sandy-blonde hair from the scalp. He had thought the course would be an easy A, in contrast to his core curriculum as a first-year. But having to know all the different forms of visual art, the names of prominent painters and sculptors in addition to the titles of their greatest works, was more than he had bargained for. 

But all was not lost it seemed. 

He did some research and a few days later, he found the perfect sources for the term paper he had to write, in order to survive the freaking art class. A couple of books he found contained all the information one could ever need. Everything he could have ever hoped for. With that term paper being half of his course grade, he was going to ace this class now.  

∞

Seven weeks later

Clarke Griffin woke up in a foul mood that morning for some reason. Her day did not get any better either when she realized what one of Professor Kane’s students had done. She stared down at one of the term papers that she was assisting the professor in grading. You stupid, stupid kid! Why the hell did you do it? she silently chastised. How could you possibly think...?  She angrily flipped through the essay. Then she groaned. So transparent... The student, from one of Professor Kane's afternoon classes had not even attempted to conceal the deception, as if unaware of how to do so. Tapping her fingers on her small desk outside the professor's office, she leaned back in her chair to debate the repercussions. Suddenly her deep scowl transformed into a near smile as she thought of an alternative to proper scholastic punishment.