#i told yall it would be mostly frat . . .. .. . . and bullshit

[estarion]

roast my musical taste. do it

[savannahsdeath]

TEACHER!ELLIE WILLIAMS X STUDENT!READER

PART 1ONE

part 2two

mdni please<3

summary: you stay with your teacher - ellie because youre sure she didnt grade your exam correctly. she turns out to be easy to spend time with, even though youre her student

warnings: 18+ please!!

writers note: calling ellie 'miss williams' kinda cringes me but ig thats how it is.. before yall attack me or smthn reader is not a minor so its all legal also i imagine this is like the last grade of highschool?? i dont know what age it is in usa since im polish and yeah it would be legal for us but maybe not in america so idk😭😭

Ellie Williams was a teacher in your college, most students' favourite. She wasn't boring or too strict although she was serious about her lessons and she always made sure everyone listens. The point is, everyone wanted to listen.

You loved how passionate she is about her job. You could tell sharing her knowledge with next generations makes her proud. The rest of the students mostly liked her for her looks. She was attractive, even for you, especially when she was looking at you from under her glasses. Oh, god, her glasses... And the way she adjusts them with her slim fingers... Yes, she was definitely attractive. And pretty young, as for a teacher. But the way all of those stupid frat boys made clearly sexual comments about her was making you want to throw up.

You never missed her lessons and you were her best student. You could tell she appreciates the way you look honestly interested in her lessons. That's why you were surprised when you suddenly got a D from an assignment.

You stayed after class to talk with her about it. Something was off. You stayed the whole night to do it, with blood, sweat and tears.

You found her in her office, reading some papers. After saying simple 'good afternoon' you sat in a chair in front of her desk. She dropped the papers that turned out to be your assignment.

"I was just about to talk to you." She sternly said, not looking in your direction. "Why are you helping him?"

You had no idea what she's talking about, so you stayed quiet, letting her talk.

"You've always been so responsible - straight A's, making the presentations in time. Did he pay you? Be honest, I won't report it anywhere. Luke wouldn't do that himself."

You frowned. "I'm sorry, I don't understand. What does Luke has to do with this?"

Luke was your talking stage. You weren't interested in him but he was in you and that's it. Your opinion didn't matter. He was popular and you wanted to have good reputation so you allowed him to do... whatever.

Miss Williams showed you two papers. One was yours, the other... based on the handwriting - Luke's.

"Look at the signatures." She ordered. "How did it happen? No bullshit."

They were swapped. Luke's work, graded for a D, had your name on it.

"That's an interesting word to use for a teacher. Umm... Yeah, I don't..." You started stuttering, not knowing what to say. You often helped him out but not this time.

"Just admit you helped him and I'll give you your A. Easy as that." She finally looked up at you. Her glasses reflected the light in a way that made it hard to look her in the eyes, so you wasn't able to tell what she's thinking. Was she judging you or are you just paranoid?

"I told him to give you my assignment since he was staying in your class longer, I swear, I didn't-" You sighed. "He had to... How could he..." You continued mumbling.

"Sh, shh... I can tell it's your handwriting. I just thought you did it on purpose." She said in a reassuring voice.

"Will he have any problems? It's not a big deal, so if we could just..." You looked at her with your doe eyes, nervously biting your bottom lip. The way she was looking at you made you understand why were the other students all over her. You took a deep breath, trying to gather your mind, embarrased you even thought about her in a... romantic... way.

"Okay, my dear. Here's your well earned A." She showed you a new copy of the assignment with an A grade written at the top. You also notice her fingers slightly grazing your hand as she does so. the same fingers you used to imagine touching you in such an intimate way "Now, if it's not a big secret, why are you even worried about Luke? For him, a better grade is more important than you. But if you really like him, I may group you both together in the next presentation."

"No, I don't, it's not that..." You quickly explained. "It's just... I don't even know. He's just everywhere I go."

You could tell something was off when Miss Williams mentioned Luke. She never did speak poorly about any of your classmates, not even once - it's simply unprofessional. But, this time, she seemed irritated, perhaps even annoyed.

"I'm glad to hear that, he's no good for you. He obviously wants more than an assignment swap." She put all of the papers back into her file. Suddenly, she leaned in towards you. Not too close, but way closer than she was before. "You look nervous."

"I am." You admitted quietly. Your heart starts beating fast. She's never been this close before. You both met after classes before and she was friendly, sure, but never this... interested. She made it to the point you didn't saw her as a professor anymore, just a woman, maybe even potential... girlfriend.

"I can help you with that stress if you'd like." She says, her voice barely above a whisper.

You couldn't resist her. She leans in closer, until your faces are so close together that your breaths become one and if it wasn't for the desk, your bodies would be pressed together. The moment she touches your cheek, you can't resist anymore and kiss her back. She takes your hands and presses them against the back of her head, pulling you closer as she deepen the kiss.

You never felt this way before. This doesn't feel wrong, it's... exciting. She's exciting.

You hear a faint sound from outside. Someone trying to open the door.

Miss Williams quickly straightens up: she straightens her clothes, fixes her hair, and picks up her papers. Then, with a deep breath, she answers the knock.

"Hello... Can I help you?" She opens the door.

It's Luke, standing there with a wide smile on his face.

"Luke? What are you doing here?" Your eyes flicked from Luke to the teacher and back again, not understanding what's happening.

"I just realized I forgot my bag at class today, so I dropped by to pick it up. But I see you have company." He looks at you and gives you a subtle wink.

"Oh, don't worry. I was just giving her assignment back an A. The A she deserves." She says with a nervous laugh.

"Yeah, exactly, Luke. I know you swapped our assignments." Your eyes lingered at him for longer this time, as you saw he knows something so you tried changing the topic to more formal one.

"I... uhh... no, I didn't do that." He replies nervously, his tone and body language giving him away.

Miss Williams looks at you with an expression that conveys "I can't believe this is happening."

You continue; "Look, Miss Williams found our assignments mixed up. Mine... with your D grade on it... and yours, with my A on it."

Luke shifts uncomfortably, realizing he's been found out. "Oh... well... I guess I'll just be on my way then." He says awkwardly.

"Just take your bag and go before I change my mind and not be so nice." Your teacher said, making eye contact with you instead of him.

Luke quickly grabs his bag and scurries away.

Miss Williams sighs and closes the door. "What a little... trouble maker." She says with a smile. She walks towards you and stands in front of you, facing you directly. "I hope he didn't bother you too much." She says softly, her tone carrying a slight flirty vibe.

You smile and shake your head, even though the truth is he did.

"You should go now, I don't want your parents worrying. Visit me here from time to time though, 'kay?" She smirks, stroking your hair.

"Yes, ma'am." You reply, trying to be playful but failing in your nervousness. "I will... umm... see you at class tomorrow."

"I'll be looking forward to it." She replies, a grin on her face as she stares deep into your eyes.

As you leave, you try to remain composed, but you're melting inside.

[kaeawa]

my favorite color is periwinkle. i’m burning a candle right now but my room doesn’t even smell good! i forgot how important streams of consciences are. I used to do them a lot in high school. its like .. vomit. word vomit. and vomit is good. it means your body is expelling whatever bullshit you subjected it to. like when you vomit after having too much alcohol. I have only ever thrown up once from alcohol, thank you very much i know my limit i know me!!!!!

i feel like younger me wouldn’t necessarily be disappointed in me. she’d just stand with her arms crossed and shake her head like “.. bitch ///:” but like in a caring way you know. i dont feel like im letting anyone down. sometimes i do. but yall never should have projected all of the things you thought i was onto me in the first place, so!

wait i just read my first paragraph and i lied. i’ve thrown up twice from drinking. once in a frat house where i told every dude i passed “i love my boyfriend”. second time was after 7 shots of jameson, thats really good for me!

i like whiskey. people are trying to put me on to whiskey and ive been drinking everyday to try to raise my tolerance bc industry or whatever but like god is saying no. its a hard pass from him. i was born to be a beacon of light or something my body isnt made for this. shrugs. ive been doing well. really well. best in a long as time. maybe in 2 years. i hate being broke. i love working hard and seeing all the motherfucking cash in my hands. money makes me smile so much. i hate saying that shit. but. like i love working hard and reaping the reward for it and physically holding it in my hands, then treating my parents out to dimsum!!! so sue me. i always wanna ghost. but a majority of my job is sitting in a closet, waiting for someone to harass me and that takes hours at a time and it doesnt hurt to have all the shit to keep me company. like i dont wanna bring a book to work and seem like a pretentious dique reading nietzsche in the fucking staff room. or whatever. idk. when i was in delaware i went to a cool record/book store that sold things. for! so! cheap! i picked out so many records, they were all in such good condition! is john denver for white people? whatever. 

i always ask myself “are you the person you’ve always wanted to be” and sometimes i say yes and sometimes i say no. but mostly i think yes. she’s a good person and she still smiles a lot, she can’t stop smiling, she couldn’t if she tried. that’s why she’s such a bad liar. but that’s probably the best thing about me. i would never lie to you. i hate liars. i love candles. i used to love reading. now its like nothing sticks to my brain, its like velcro from the dollar general the adhesive is low grade. i used to fucking love reading i literally had a rocking chair in my old room and i would make tea and read shit like fucking eragon when i was 10 i loved reading. do you know how long it took me to type pretentious correctly? ive always been proud of how well i could spell. like i could always look at a word and determine if it were right or wrong, like if you put food in your mouth to decide whether or not its gone bad. you know immediately. if you’ve read this far you love me you’re bored you’re nosy or you’re waiting for me to mention you. im not going to, vain son of a bitch not everything is about you.

i had a good day today.i need to write more. i put another song out on soundcloud. i remember being so embarrassed at what ive written. i never wanted anyone to hear my songs because it makes you vulnerable and blah blah blah you know how it is. but like community is the most important to me. and when people commune with me over mutual experiences bc of my art? what i pour my heart and soul into? whats better community than that? i love music. i will always be here for the music

i have a lot of mosquito bites. i havent seen diem all day i miss her

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