#it’s giving very teacher/professor vibes and I’m so here for it

[mischiefbuckley]

AHHHHHHHHH RYAN

[intuitively-her]

Why are people crushing on you?

Pile 1- (The moon, 8 of swords, 3 of cups rx, The empress rx, Queen of swords, 5 of wands rx, 4 of pentacles rx)

People can tell that you have a wall up. You never fully tell others about yourself. You give them just enough. It keeps people on their toes with you. You’re a puzzle that’s impossible to solve.🤭 Especially to people that want to befriend you. They can tell that you’re more of an introvert, but this makes you even more attractive! They like how you’re shy, but also not afraid to speak up for yourself and others. Others like how you’re always 10 steps ahead of them. It makes people wanna look up to you. I feel like you have a more dominating personality at times as well. You’re an ice queen/king.💙 Women especially love when you assert your dominance over them. Others can tell you’re feeling stuck in a situation currently and it has you feeling indecisive. They want to save you from this. You attract a lot of people with a savior complex. People can tell that you have this light energy deep inside. You have a heart of gold, but you’re ice cold on the surface. Even tho you’re stingy with your love and energy to strangers, you give plenty of it to those closest to you. People love how you hold your family/friends to a high standard. You’re actually a very generous sweetheart once people get to know the real you.🥰

Pile 2- (3 of swords, 2 of cups rx, 10 of swords rx, 8 of cups, King of pentacles rx, Page of wands, Strength, 10 of cups)

People really admire how you bounce back after a breakup. You had to walk away from a lot of bs in the past. For some, even your family. You’ve been through many betrayals in your life. You never let it break you tho. You’re like a lion/lioness.⭐️ People love how independent you are and how well you take care of yourself at your age. You’ve built a new home of happiness for yourself.🙃 For those of you that left your family, there’s someone here that’s proud of you for leaving that toxic situation behind. The things you’ve been through have fueled your lust for life. You’ve grown into such a fearless person. People love your curiosity. You’re always the one asking questions and finding the truth. People also really love how you’re not money driven. This pile gives me the vibe of someone that has a lot of money but you’re not materialistic. You could also be rich but you choose to dress down and avoid being too flashy.

Pile 3- (Queen of wands rx, Queen of cups, The star, The moon, 7 of wands, 2 of wands, 2 of swords rx, 3 of pentacles rx)

Your energy is so vivacious and intense! It’s all eyes on you anywhere you go.🤷🏽‍♀️ I’m getting strong Leo energy from this pile. You’re someone that’s well-known in your school/community, even if you don’t think so. People love how you take charge of your life. Your independence is greatly appreciated. Your teachers/professors love this especially. They can tell that you’re not one of those students that needs to be babied. People also love your balanced thinking. You never rush your plans and you have a clear vision on what you want/need. You’re fearless! You live life like you’re playing the lottery. Unafraid to gamble with yourself. 🎰 You might prefer to work alone mostly or you take the lead in group work. This is heavily admired by others. It makes them think, “wow pile 3 could teach me a thing or two.” Many people look up to you because of your amazing work ethic. People think you’re gonna blow up one day and become an overnight celebrity.🙈 Many people have been crushing on you because you’re a sweetheart!💖 For my men reading this, women especially love your aggressive nature. People love your “macho man” attitude.🤣 You hold so much compassion and care for others. Even a simple smile to a stranger can transform their whole day. Your energy is very warm and comforting. It makes people wanna open up and get close to you. You’re the perfect mix of sugar and spice.❤️‍🔥

Pile 4- (5 of pentacles, 10 of wands, Ace of pentacles rx, The emperor rx, Justice, The chariot, Judgement, 2 of cups, The Mother Star)

You’ve been through a lot of adversity in your life. It seems like you’ve had a string of bad luck recently. You’ve lost a lot financially. For some of you, you lost your job or someone stole money from you. You could’ve felt tied to your responsibilities or you do now. People love when you’re dependent on them or you need their help. It can be as simple as someone helping you carry a box. You have this “helpless and naive” vibe to you. Even if you’re not, that’s just how people perceive you. People admire you because you don’t follow the rule book of life. You love to follow your own path and figure shit out along the way. You make people realize that they don’t need to have their whole life figured out right now. You could be in high school or college currently. You could have an indie or bohemian clothing style. People really love the jewelry and accessories you add to your outfits. Especially if it’s related to your culture. People absolutely love your hair! Especially the color of it. 3 of the cards I pulled show a girl with waist-length red hair. People think your girlfriend material. They love what a great friend you are. You may be the “mom” friend of your group.

[glitterrosesnzz]

Chalk Dust

i feel insane. here's a 1k word long W/anderer fic.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this…” 

“Hey, it’s your own fault for sassing the professor.” 

The Wanderer glared at Aether, who was sitting in the swivel chair behind the professor’s desk. The Akademiya classroom had long since been emptied of any other students, as well as it’s teacher. Usually, at this time, the Wanderer would be either running errands for Nahida, or simply resting in a tree in the forest. 

Unfortunately, today, he’d been assigned the duty to clean up the empty classroom- a task usually reserved for the teacher themselves. 

The Wanderer slowly released an angry breath of air, restraining himself from sending a blade of anemo at the Traveler’s head. That would get him absolutely nowhere in this scenario, and in fact, would probably add to his wasted time by earning him a lecture from Nahida. Aether spun around in the chair, seemingly unphased by the murderous vibes the Wanderer was mentally trying to project at him. 

“Why are you even here?” The Wanderer asked, crossing his arms, “Just to act useless, as usual? You don’t even go here.” 

“Well…” Aether placed his feet on the ground, abruptly stopping the chair mid spin. “Nahida got worried when you didn’t immediately show up after classes ended like usual, so she sent me to check in on you. I didn’t think you’d be in here cleaning, and I especially didn’t expect you to be doing such a thorough job of it.” 

The Wanderer let out a sigh. Cleaning was in fact the thing he least wanted to be doing right now, but well, if he had to do something, he was going to at the very least do it well. In fact, he was almost done. All that was left was the second chalkboard. 

Grabbing the bucket of water he’d previously set down on the ground, the Wanderer dipped the washcloth in it and floated up in order to reach the top of the chalkboard, ignoring Aether very obviously snickering about the fact that the Wanderer needed to fly to reach. Like Aether would be able to reach this high up either. 

He did his best to put the Traveler’s presence out of his mind, focusing only on getting his job done, so that he could finally leave. 

However, it was only a few moments later that movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. 

The Wanderer dropped his wet cloth and zoomed over, harshly gripping onto Aether’s wrists just moments before he could slam two chalkboard erasers against each other. 

For a moment, they both froze, staring at each other. 

“...Idiot.” The Wanderer relaxed his grip on Aether’s wrists, but didn’t yet let go. “I did not ask you to help. You’ll get chalk dust all over everything if you do that in here.” 

“Maybe I just wanted to help.” Aether said, and the Wanderer scoffed, finally letting go of the Traveler’s wrists.. 

“Keep your unneeded sense of heroism in check.” He said, turning away- 

Only to immediately get whacked in the back of the head by an eraser, sending a cloud of chalk dust into the air. 

“Gah- seriously?” The Wanderer stumbled a little, turning back to glare once again at Aether, who was whistling innocently, his hands behind his back. “Of all the immahH- …immatu-hiH- sh-shiH-shit-” 

The Wanderer harshly rubbed his nose, quickly trying to get himself back under control. 

“Oh, what’s this? Do you need to sneeze?” 

“N-nohH-hheH-...” 

 “Careful~!” Aether said, a little bit of sing-song in his voice, “Better hold it back, you wouldn’t want to accidentally get chalk dust all over everything would you?” 

The Wanderer didn’t bother to give the Traveler a response, continuing to harshly rub at his nose as he tried to stop hitching, his eyes flickering with the power of anemo. Despite the teasing way in which the Traveler had said it, he’d made a good point, if the Wanderer was to sneeze now, the anemo energy that would be released would likely spread the chalk dust over the whole room. He’d have to clean it all over again… 

Determined not to let that happen, the Wanderer made the decision to stop breathing. 

After a few seconds with no hitching, he slowly pulled his hand away from his nose, cringing. The itching, tickly sensation was still there, and it was annoying, but at least he wasn’t- 

“Hey, that’s cheating!” Aether said, one hand on his hip, and the Wanderer was abruptly reminded of the fact that there were, in fact, two chalkboard erasers as Aether held up the other one. “It’s not fair if you do something no human can possibly do.” 

The Wanderer gave him a look of utter befuddlement- followed up with a brief flash of panic as Aether started walking closer to him, eraser raised. He quickly started backing away from the Traveler, placing both of his hands over his nose and mouth. Aether let out a small laugh. 

“Looks like someone isn’t confident in his ability to hold back.” He said, patiently standing in front of the Wanderer, who’s glowing eyes narrowed at the challenge. After a beat, the Wanderer slowly lowered his trembling hands. 

In response, Aether reached out and gently tapped the Wanderer’s nose with the eraser, sending a new small cloud of dust into the air between them. 

“Ggh… hh-hAh- hIHh’t–... hH-” Small tears started forming in the corners of the Wanderer’s eyes as he choked back a sneeze, turning it into a false start. “HehH- ngh… h-hH-” 

 The marks along his body were starting to match his eyes and glow in time with his hitching breaths now. …He wasn’t sure he could keep this up for much longer. 

He wasn’t going to tell Aether that of course. 

And yet, somehow, the Traveler seemed to instinctively know when the Wanderer had reached his limit. An arm wrapped around the Wanderer’s waist, pulling him closer, and the Wanderer’s breath briefly caught on a startled squeak as Aether put his other hand against the back of the Wanderer’s head. 

The Wanderer was given no time for confusion as his breath suddenly hitched much more desperately. 

“Hh-ihHH-hH’IsHKiu!! HhiH’SHhkiu! Heh- hH’inKShhii!!” The Wanderer had no choice but to muffle his sneezes against Aether’s shoulder, the Traveler gently fiddling with the Wanderer’s hair while he waited for him to finish. “Hh-hiH’ksh! Heh’Shkii!! Hih- Isshiiu! ‘Kshiu! Heh- hhiH- hH’InKShiiuu!!” 

The Wanderer breathed heavily for a moment, his eyes slowly opening, the glow fading from them. 

“...You done?” Aether asked, and was immediately shoved away. “Hey, is that any way to thank me? There’s a reason we didn’t just have a miniature wind storm in here y’know.” 

“...Tch. You’re a freak.” 

“Would you hang out with me if I wasn’t one?” 

The Wanderer didn’t respond, crossing his arms and avoiding eye contact instead. Aether let out a small laugh. 

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

[barelylivingscholar]

“Dr.Ratio with a student who has an attitude…”

Babes this is 900+ words... I've put out another one, AGAIN.

- So, you are a member of the Intelligentsia guild, studying under Dr. Ratio’s class. At first you were like, “I think he’ll embody the “🤓” emoji while at the same time insulting the fuck out of me until I get it right 🙄. You were not wrong… Dude basically walked up to class one day and decided that everyone was “uneducated” without even taking a single look at you guys… Yeah… And that was the day you decided, y’know what, this old man will not be the cause of my 13th reason… Not me… I paid for this and I’m getting out of here with my diploma, bitch 💅. - Days with the old man is literal hell. Like, he will NOT give you guys a break… I can imagine all the work you guys do with this old man and leaving you guys to figure it out so you guys get “educated” like be serious right now he is not PLAYING at all. Literally the worst but, he does make sense… Sometimes. Me thinks he is not bad, but just a really, really, strict teacher… Terror professor vibes… That’s what I’m getting. I mean, bro would insult you “lowkey” and would not gaf about your comebacks… At all… So, it’s lowkey pointless to argue back because dude will literally just say one word… And that’s it…   - The number of students dropping his class is INSANE. If you look to your side, you would only see either one or two people in the class meaning, the class is looking almost empty… If not for the toughest students like you guys… Congrats on not dropping out and still continuing to go through the old man’s class like… This is kind of a test for mentality and how long you guys would hold out… Me thinks, that you are definitely going to develop anger issues with this man… And some other mental illnesses you might catch during his lectures…

- If you manage to be one of the excelling students in his class that’s when he would start talking to you and you’re like… No way this old man suddenly decided he wanted to chat with me right now… Me thinks you’re going to be acting up the whole time… The conversations would start with stuff about the class and will end with how the lectures went for you. Oh boy… The way you DID NOT hold back on the feedback…You literally went off with your unresolved anger issues on him and the other mental illnesses you caught while under his guidance and bro just said “interesting.” All that for one word… Smh… - The next meeting went surprisingly… Smooth? Like the man suddenly decided he would be less insulting and more on… Lecturing…? What did this old man EAT??? You basically just sat there and side eyed him the whole time. Did the old man got possessed? That is what you were thinking halfway through the lecture until he called you out to answer his question so you had to snap out of it for a while sis… But alright, you’ll take it rather than the usual poorly disguised “constructive criticisms” you’d get every single damn time. You are very fortunate that you even got a score rather than the others that get 0’s or even negatives… Not saying you that smart but, you were just really good at what you’re doing me thinks… - There are only a few people that would catch the old man’s eye… So, consider yourself lucky to be “breathing” in the same air as him as he himself would say… Yeah, I think the urge of punching the old man and dropping out is at an all time high now… Or, if you’re too down bad for this man I think you would rather smooch him instead…? But idk man he’s kind of… Though I think you need to get therapy if you like getting berated or nagged by this old man all the time… He gives me Asian parents vibes… - Anyhow, time skip to the second semester and the class is FULL, yet again… You lowkey wished that it would be half empty again so fewer annoying people to deal with and fewer of the old man’s copies… I kid you not there are probably clones of him in the class… You can handle the old man but if my classmates were carbon copies of the old man, I would start throwing hands ngl… During the duration of the semester, you have seen… Students getting kicked out LITERALLY by the old man himself like, he just YEETED out a kid that wanted to bribe him for a slot in his class yikes… Or that one time some dude was caught slacking so he did the L thing to measure air idk??? And threw the guy like he was catapulted in angry birds... So many things happening in his class that you find yourself enjoying it now kind of??? Minus the usual hell that you would do every day though, that’s still insane and is not for the faint of heart… - So, TL;DR only sign up if you’re ready for to catch mental illnesses in his class… Tbh me thinks you get more negatives than benefits but it’s all good??? Somehow??? You get to flex that you graduated in HIS class??? And like now you’re desensitized, although you caught some mental illnesses on the side... But still, congrats?!?!  

[whatwouldvalerydo]

The theory of blow magic - The girls get it - 7/9

Warning: minor sexual references (nothing major), swearing (but old fashion ;-) )

Too many characters to fit in a picture, which was delaying me so I said no thank you. We now enter the HPMA era.

Characters mentioned here or in passing belong to: @kc-and-co @lifeofkaze @flareshogwarts @the-al-chemist

Chatter drifted above the heads of multiple students crossing the halls of the school, left and right a subtle buzz of voices and laughter. Sturdy combat boots of the latest fashion tapped against the cold floor as Scarlett made her way to her group of friends.

“Well it’s here, just like last year for Nova.” She slapped down on the cold fountain stone a yellow stained page between Dana and Saffron.

“The curse followed you?” Saffron said, taking the page in her hand to read it “This is some very odd ritual, why would someone need sixty-nine candles, a bathtub in which to scrub for one hour in direct moon light.” Peering closer, she added “Bathtub can be replaced with a lake or any large body of water and a sponge of the finest quality in a slightly elongated oval shape?”

Dana leaned closer to her friend, inspecting the instructions further down the page “Left hand in” she angled her head to better see the fading drawing “what is that shape? Blow at a certain angle, nails not touching?” she looked up at Scarlett, sheltering her eyes from late autumn sun above them “Sounds like a fancy way of taking a bath and doing your manicure? Oh do you think the theory of blow magic is actually a spell for drying nail polish faster?”

Lowering her heart shaped sun glasses down her nose, Scarlett ran her piercing across her upper teeth “If anyone is inventing a spell for that it’s me. Sounds like a long explanation for a fancy spa day, or whatever qualified as spa back in those days. Do you think they washed properly?”

Saffron looked at them “I think, they had the same baths at school. It could be a way to blow dry your hair explained in another page that’s around school.”

Rolling her eyes, Scarlett tried to remember what the page Nova had back when she was year seven. Looking up at the school, she cursed out loud for the lack of signal “I can’t wait for this year to be over. I’m done with the old era vibe.” Sticking her tongue out she locked eyes with a professor “Not aimed at you so don’t flatter yourself.”

“Five points from Slytherin.”

“Of course. What else is new? Are you sure you still have points left to deduct or are you sabotaging future generations as well?” she yelled, several heads turning, some groaning, housemates having forsaken the chance of winning the most house points ever since she started causing chaos left and right “Well that went well.” She scoffed looking at her friends.

“What did?” Turning around to say something nasty, she only grimaced when she looked up to see Dorian “Aha you have one too.” Reaching inside of his pocket, he produced a single sheet of paper with only one line written on it “I think someone is playing a prank on me honestly.”

Handing the paper over to the girls, they looked at the line over and over again, confusion between their brows followed by realization and a fit of laughter erupting as Scarlett read out loud “Thou shall ingest a satchel of Richards.” Giving him back the paper, she nodded her head “Fancy way of saying you can suck it. Hey, while you’re here, why don’t you go ask your dad about this magic theory?”

“No thank you.” Dorian immediately dismissing the idea “Something tells me I can’t go to my father with this, he would give me detention for sure.”

Dana gave him an apologetic look, feeling in a sense sorry for him. Having a parent be a teacher at the school appeared counterproductive on even the best day.

“Sorry.” Saffron whispered as if feeling his pain and reading Dana’s mind.

“Oh yay, you have more.” A voice enthusiastically spoke from the other side of the yard, Phil jogging over to them “Can I have them?” he asked pointing at the papers.

Giving him a confused look, Scarlett asked “Why?” before she could even think about what the explanation would actually mean.

“Glad you asked” pointing a finger in her face, he smiled down at her “I want to get on top of it and finish this quest before it reaches me in my last year.” Taking the pages without even asking, he stuffed them in his school bag.

“You do know Hogwarts isn’t a fancy open world game right?” Scarlett asked. Taking a small box from his pocket he started turning the handle on its side, music playing “What is that?”

“Boss music from the latest expansion on the game we were playing.” Clearing his throat he continued “If I am to embark on this quest, I will use all my wits in order to ensure this dungeon gets completed in maximum time with all my stats intact.” The small group shared a confused look between themselves “Onwards to my group of knights. Good day to you ladies” he took a bow “And you my good sir.”

Dorian blinked watching him jog away “I…what did I just witnessed.”

“You get used to it.” Dana smiled causing Scarlett to roll her eyes.

“Do you though?”

“So what do we do about the curse now?” Saffron asked.

“We let Phil handle it. I don’t have time for this blow theory.”

Shrugging his shoulders, Dorian smiled “I still think someone is pranking me.”

“You’re not that interesting to prank Winger.” Strutting away, Scarlett left them alone, wandering inside the castle in search of more interesting activities. If anything needed blowing, it was some steam. She has had enough of the weird school she found herself in.

[bengiyo]

Love Class 2 Eps 9 & 10 (Finale) Stray Thoughts

Last week, in keeping with the theme, I can barely remember what happened in the K-BLs. I know that the younger couples all basically came out to each other, and all three couples gave some decent kissing. I continue to enjoy J-min. I also am glad we resolved the situation with Kim An’s orphanage friend, because that was kinda fucked. The TA and artist are dealing with a misunderstanding that feels a little meaty, so I hope we have a good resolution moment for it. I’m glad Maru and Minwoo finally kissed about their problems.

Episode 9

I’m okay starting with Minwoo and Maru spooning.

Okay, it’s very sweet of Maru to recognize that Minwoo has loved him for a long time and stood by him through all the things Maru went through. I love him promising to be there with Minwoo now.

Kim An is shirtless in bed? How now brown cow.

Never mind, they’re handling business and getting it in.

Oh shit. Joo Hyuk’s friend read him on this park date goddamn.

Oh, was Joo Hyuk with the teacher that Sungmin often does chores for?

Looks like Maru’s tormenting of the manager worked.

Look at my girl finally finding a straight man to flirt with.

The professor was Joo Hyuk’s uncle? LOL

My man Sungmin is so resilient. He realized he’d embarrassed himself, cleared up the matter, and then asked for a date. That’s what I’m talking about!

Kim An and Lee Hyun are frolicking!!

I’m okay with everyone getting cute dates this episode.

I will never get tired of people expressing their feelings for each other clearly and directly, and then making out.

“You are obedient at important moments,” and  “Let’s have many important moments. I promise I’ll be a good boy,” what actually so hot.

I appreciate that there was probably a limit to how physically intimate they could get an idol like J-min to be in this show, and so they fed us with the sides. It’s something Thailand relied upon a lot for a while. J-min served well by being so talented in the early parts when I was struggling a bit. This show has struck a really nice balance after I settled into it.

I see you boys rolling around with each other and I know what that means. Nicely done, sirs.

I love that the tag is giving us the backstory for how Joo Hyuk fell for Sungmin. Unsurprisingly, Joo Hyuk was kind of a whiny drunk.

Episode 10

Now we’re on a Gays Only Camping Trip? Incredible.

This looks like so much fun omg.

These people have immaculate vibes. This is way better than whatever the fuck was going on in Our Skyy 2: Star in My Mind.

This supermarket trip is so cute holy shit.

You mean the tell me this is a gay bbq and they didn’t know they was all paired off? Gay people are so dumb.

I love this conversation between Minwoo and Lee Hyun about how Minwoo used to be jealous of Lee Hyun’s feelings.

This show is doing a really good job showing couples settling into each other in its finale.

Okay, deciding to no longer kiss in the shadows is such a baller gay thing to say that this show just earned half a point.

Okay this photo is really good.

Final Verdict: 8.5, This Was Cute as Hell. I want to thank @he-is-lightning-in-a-bottle for getting me to keep going with this show. I think it was a little hard to follow at first, but I had really satisfying outings with all of the characters here. It was kind of a grab bag of plots, but once I locked in I had a fantastic time. This was really fun, and a worthwhile watch. J-min has real talent and I was impressed by him.

[v-taehyung-kim]

Mr. Jeon

“So, class, is that understood?”

What? What is meant to be understood? Fuck. I stared at him too long and zoned the FUCK out.

“Yes, Mr. Jeon,” said the class in unison while I just… sat there. My face gives away my confusion and well, just like every-fucking-thing else, shit is against me. For some reason my face just cannot hide my true emotions, so I’m an open book for EVERYONE to read. I can’t even lie, which is so useless in any school setting. Well this is University, but y’know , same thing.

“Miss y/l/n, kindly stay after class, I’d like to have a quick word,” Mr. Jeon says rather sternly, which is amazing it’s exactly what my soul wants to be fed with. Uh, a hot, sassy, stern and HANDSOME man? Yeah, I’ll take the whole lot, thanks. Also, it’s technically professor Jeon, but he likes to be a little more casual with us.

God Y/N can you quit rambling within your own head?

As the rest of the class heads out the lecture room, I gather my things and head up to the teacher’s desk.

“Am I in trouble?” I ask, awkwardly laughing. Does saying ha-ha literally count as laughing at all…? Fuck he’s talking-

“-and that’s not trouble as such, however, passing this class requires full attention.”

“Uh, sir, with all due respect, I’m doing fairly well in the tests recently, being a bit lost-in-the-daydream, or, I don’t know, zoning out thinking about something exciting, is, in my humble opinion, normal…yes?” I say fumbling with the corner of my skirt, which I definitely wore to get his attention. But I’m making a solid point here!

“Lost in the daydream? What are you talking about?”

“Uh. Isn’t that what you’re raising an issue with?”

“No, Miss Y/L/N but that is also proving to be a problem. Hmm. No, I was talking about not overloading your course load this semester with extra classes. Graduating early sounds great, only if you’re physically capable. I thought you were looking quite ill, for as long as you’ve been in my class. But I see now that’s just you zoning out? And every class?” He says, crossing his arms against his chest and furrowing his eyebrows. Phew that’s HOT. Okay no focus. For once, focus.

To be fair, I understand him. I zone out in all of his classes, daydreaming about him. I know I have to impress him though so I make an extra effort to rewatch his lectures and perform well in the tests. Well, that is actually tiring me out. Maybe I am sick?

Sick in loooove-

“Miss Y/L/N?”

God if I hear that from his mouth one more time-

“No, yeah, it’s a problem. I don’t know. I’m so sorry Mr. Jeon. Rest assured, I’m able to handle my schedule, at least so far I have been able to. Thank you for your concern!” I smile awkwardly, moving to the right to exit the class.

“If paying attention is hard, feel free to ask for help to repeat or explain any concept you need. I can let you know when I’m not in class, and you can visit my office.”

He said WHAT?

Uh.

Yeah, no, I’m gonna take him up on that fucking offer.

“Really? Yes, that would be very helpful. Thank you.”

“Alright. I’ll email you my schedule. Come with good questions.” He says and gets to clearing the whiteboard.

I awkwardly smile again, with my teeth forming a box, and leave.

Okay.

Time to process what happened.

Is he interested in me? No. He doesn’t give that vibe, at all. He probably thinks I’m an air head and doesn’t realise that I’ve the fattest and fastest growing crush on him, so that’s good.

He literally doesn’t care about me. That’s good. A one sided crush and I can fantasise about him all I want. Everything is better in my head anyway.

Reality is no good.

————-

It’s good that I actually have questions and this is actually a fantastic opportunity to learn better from someone that has researched this topic.

Definitely not just an amazing opportunity to potentially have his babies. Nah, a long way to go for that.

I pack up my notes and a bunch of highlighters- because I’m so shit at being organised I just keep loose highlighters, pens, you name it. At least I have some? Does the job.

“Good evening, Mr. Jeon. Thank you so much for giving me your time like this,” I said, blushing, because wow this is so… I mean… we’re alone in his office.

He chose to see me after he was done for the day but still in office to do some grading, which is good because I don’t need to feel pressured that he has another class coming up.

“Oh no worries. Anything for a bright student like yourself.”

Fuck, there I go blushing again.

“Are you feeling alright? You look like the heat really got to you today?”

Oh yeah, the heat radiating off your body- SHUT THE FUCK UP Y/N AND SAY SOMETHING!

But you just asked me to shut up?

Quit talking to yourself in your head dumbass and SAY SOMETHING-

And my face just for redder in embarrassment.

“Oh, yeah, phew, it’s HOT outside today!” I said, quite loudly, which is EXTREMELY awkward. Fantastic.

“Here, I’ll turn this aircon on for you. Don’t worry about it, get comfortable,” he says, turning the aircon on. Honestly that would be nice.

I take a seat by his desk and pull out my notes.

“So, I actually do have questions, but some might be out of curriculum. I went down a rabbit hole whilst researching the answers to my questions, and it only led to more questions.” I said, gathering myself and actually getting serious.

‘Actually getting serious’ you’re such a joke y/n-

-DON’T talk to me I’ve got shit to do!

You’re talking to yourself-

Ssh he’s talking!

“Classic sign of a good student. Your curiosity is valuable, hold onto it. Ask away, love.” He says, smiling so cutely, fuck.

‘LOVE?’

LOVE??????????????? NO NO NO I CANNOT ZONE OUT-

I clear my throat and ask my first question.

“Can you please explain the embryological development of the small and large intestines? I don’t know if it’s my lack of spatial imagination but I cannot visualise the twisting and turning, the umbilical cord and literally everything else.” The words came pouring out, and I’m thankful for that.

“Ah, of course. Let me draw it out for you, love.”

This is gonna be hell.

——

“It’s satisfying to have my questions answered, I must say. And I’m impressed you answered every single one, somehow?” I said, quite casually.

It took one session for me to actually become comfortable with him, and he’s actually more human that I expected him to be. He’s so dreamy, I didn’t think he’d be normal. And funny. And sweet. And cute. I’m in love.

“Well, I aim to please.” He said… slightly smirking and looking away.

This bitch.

Please me.

“Haha, yeah…” of course I’m fucking awkward, how else do I respond to that?

“So are you pleased?

“Uh, yeah. I did say it was satisfying.”

“Well, mission accomplished. I’d love to be of help to you, love.” He said, very casually, making it look like none of this sounds strangely sexual. Maybe it’s in my head because I’m a horndog for him, so sure.

“Oh man, I really need to head out to get some groceries before I get home. Would you like me to drop you home?” He says, packing things up along with me.

Classic. Yes take me home.

“That’s really kind of you, I’d love that. I mean not love, I just mean, it’ll be really nice, nice I guess in a way that I won’t have to take public transport at rush hour-“

“- I get it, Miss Y/L/N, I’d love to take you home.”

Oh hell no.

Not in my head.

Not in my HEAD.

But he LOOKS LIKE IT MEANS NOTHING? It doesn’t sound suggestive… I’m a fuckin’ creep.

“Haha, okay… I can come to the grocery store too. I live alone, so I need to figure this out.”

“Oh? I live alone as well, I have the same reasons.”

Come to think of it, he does look very young, and he is actually the youngest in our faculty. But being young doesn’t mean you can’t have a wife or a husband.

———

This grocery store is as dead as his feelings for me. Fun.

He’s picking out the good tomatoes from the bad, and I’m hoping he squishes my tomato-

That’s actually disgusting, y/n. Get a hold of yourself.

What do I say then? Pick my strawberry? Peel my banana? Mash my potato? Tear my clothes off like tearing layers off an onion? FUCK-

SHUT THE FUCK UP!!

“Aren’t you going to… buy something? You’re just standing there?”

He thinks I’m a fucking creep, I know it.

“Yeah, nah, just thinkin’, “ I say, extra casually, y’know, because I’m cool. Keeping it cool. Smooth. Ice. Chill. Freezin’.

Simpin’.

“Thinking about what, this time? I’d love to know what you zone out about.”

Why is so fucking hot?

“Uh, haha, not much really!”

“Not much? You Zone out every 10 minutes.” Damn he noticed, huh?

It’s true, though.

“Mr. Jeon, I’ve heard it’s rude to ask someone to tell you their deepest darkest secrets.”

Why did I say that

Why

Did I say that

“Call me Jungkook.”

…..

Take a deep breath…

I’M ABOUT TO-

-SHUT THE FUCK UP AND REPLY BEFORE HE THINKS YOU’RE INSANE!

“J-j-uh.. j-j-uhhh-jungkook?” I say awkwardly, scratching my head and squinting my eyes, breathing heavily.

“That’s right, love. Jungkook. Can I call you y/n? I mean, we’re not that far apart in age and we’re not at Uni. If you’re okay with that of course, I respect your space.” CONSENT, BABY!

I guess we aren’t that far apart in age. But it’s a bit too much for my heart and my tomato to hear my name coming from his mouth.

“Y-yeah! Psshh, duh! Of course. Yeah no that’s all good.” I say laughing a bit too loudly and grabbing onto our cart, only to fail to actually grab onto it, nearly fucking TRIPPING.

“Sorry, haha, senses not working today. Heatstroke, remember?” No, y/n, that makes no sense you never had a heatstroke and if you did, you wouldn’t be here.

“Y/n,” he says, getting serious for some reason.

“Yes?”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

Crap.

I sigh.

“Yes, I’m sorry. I’m a little ditzy, that’s all.”

“Don’t apologise. It’s adorable.” He mumbles, smiling and looking away.

Yeah you stare at those damn tomatoes after turning me into one.

I’m… adorable? My exes all called me annoying, so, yeah.

“Adorable?”

“Yeah. It’s really cute how you get awkward, and sometimes ramble and fumble, I take notice of it all.” He smirks, adorably so.

Wait, that’s so… sweet.

“Oh, haha… yeah, I’m…I do that alright…” I nervously play with my fingers, looking down.

“Come on love, let’s get you your groceries.”

He pushes me along by my shoulders, laughing.

He ended up getting all my veggies in the cart, and nearly doing all the work for me. I just said the word, and he’d put it in the cart.

I’m feeling things.

Paying for my bit and him paying for his, we get in his car.

I forgot he’s Mr. Jeon for this entire duration…

“Jungkook?” I ask, as he’s putting his seatbelt on.

“Yes, love?”

Stop sounding like my boyfriend, fuck.

“Are you sure it’s okay for us to be so casual? You’re my professor?” I feel awkward even asking this question because now I’ve made things weird.

“How do you mean? We’re okay. I’m sorry, did I make you feel weird?”

No, please keep going.

“Oh no, it’s not something you did. It’s okay, haha.”

He turns to me and looks into my eyes for about 30 seconds. I’m worried about what he’s about to say.

“I think you’re really funny, y/n. And a bright student, I loved teaching you more about what we studied. It’s fun for me, as a teacher. I just think you’re interesting as a person.”

Somehow, I could tell by his face that he felt a bit conflicted but tried to make it sound okay.

“That means a lot to me, jungkook.”

———

A few weeks went by and we were getting closer at the speed of light.

I realised he’s so much more loveable and attractive than whatever his exterior shows. It started off as a crush on my hot teacher, but he’s such an amazing guy. He’s so gentle, listens so well, understands me, is so sweet and smiles so genuinely. He puts up no front, he’s so real and true to himself, his pure heart shines through. He’s generous, and actively gives back to the community. He makes the lamest jokes, and at the same time, is the smartest man in the room.

I’m fucked to say the least.

Here is walking perfection within my reach and now actually a close friend of mine, and I can’t even tell him how beautiful he is.

Weird to call him a friend, but we just connect so well.

“Jungkook, I swear, this shit has me turning my brain inside out. Draw this out too, please.” I say, sitting on his couch cross legged, staring at my notes.

“Y/N, for the last time, it doesn’t get simpler than this diagram right here. Even if I want to draw this, it’ll be the same as the diagram.” He says calmly, looking directly at me.

“Alright, fine. Can we take a break? My brain is fried, I can’t even comprehend the page number. Like, what? How did I get to page 254 when I was page 250?”

“You’re really asking me that?”

I awkwardly look towards my left and right before answering. “Uh??? Noooo? Of course not? I just, you know, yeah…”

“…yeah, okay, break time.”

I sigh in frustration as he gets up to clear the table away and put our notes aside.

I pull out my phone to scroll through Instagram to scroll till my brain is positively hollow, but then jungkook calls out my name.

“Y/N?”

“Hmm.”

“Love?”

Jesus fucking-

My head immediately snaps up and he smirks, seeing how I immediately respond to that.

He laughs a bit, and I blush knowing he’s caught me.

“Come here, love.”

Come here? Where? There?!

I get up and move towards him, and wait for him.

He pulls me into a hug and gently puts his hands in my hair, massaging my head.

“You must be tired. And this is going to sound strange but… you make me protective over you, with how adorable you can be. I’m sorry if it sounds inappropriate. I mean this with sincerity and care.” He says so softly, I’m going to yell.

Yell and screech, bitch.

“Jungkook, that’s incredibly sweet…” I breathe him in, and it ends up being audible.

He laughs at that, and hugs me tighter.

I’m in love. I don’t want more than him.

“I’m here, know that.” He says, so gently I could cry.

“And I’m here.”

We look into each others eyes and I feel all my love for him at once.

He smiles at me, putting stray bits of hair behind my ears.

His emotions seem so genuine, that he really cares for me.

“I’m here.” He says, again.

“And I’m here.”

We smile together, and I decide I want to squeeze him tight.

————-

Y’know, if I wasn’t sure before, I’m sure of it now.

I love him.

It’s true, it’s no longer a crush.

This has been a bad idea. I can’t even actually date him, so what the fuck do I do now?

I’ve been staring at him in class the entire time and I’ve completely zoned out. I know he knows it, he gave me a suspicious look. It’s fantastic, I’m exposing my own ass.

But he’s been staring at me too, every now and then. He looks my way so many times, it’s probably noticeable to others. Good thing I’m sort of hidden away.

But he probably looks at me like his younger sister, since I don’t see him making any particular moves or saying anything that’s remotely romantic.

He’s definitely not into me.

The class gets over and I head directly towards the exit because god knows, I need a break from FEELINGS.

“Miss y/l/n. Please come to my desk. Now.” Girl, I-

“Yes, sir.”

The classroom is now empty and I’m standing before him all awkward.

“Sir?” I say, looking at him, who is looking at me.

“Sir? Really?”

“What? Are you not my teacher? Professor? Sir seems like the obvious thing to call you.”

“And yet you talk to me like that? If you’re being professional, you may as well be more formal.”

“Uh, okay. Hello, sir. What is it that you wanted to speak to me about? I apologise if I caused any inconvenience.”

“As a matter of fact, you did, miss y/l/n.”

“I’m sorry, sir. What is it that I did?”

“Look, y/n. I noticed you really were not paying attention today, and you know this class is important for the upcoming test! The inconvenience is grading you badly!”

I want you.

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? Come on, y/n. Your head has been in the clouds recently! You don’t ask me more questions, you’ve been doing the bare minimum!”

Can I marry you?

“No, yeah, I know.”

“I’m glad that you do but do you realise what’s at stake here? You want to graduate early, yes? Well failing a class will only delay the process! Come on…” he continues to talk, but honestly, I’m just lost in his eyes.

I like it when he yells. So passionate. His eyes are so lovely, so cute. Can I look into them forever? I’d love to marry him. Right now. Okay, tomorrow. He’s so perfect. Does he have eye dimples? Of course he does. I’ve known that from the beginning. I studied his face. Now I want to know more about him. Even more than I already do. He’s so… dreamy…

“Y/N! ARE YOU LISTENING?” He raises his voice, for the first time actually, and I jump in surprise.

“What in the world had gotten into you? Fuck. Meet me after my day ends, we need to discuss this.” He says, and leaves immediately.

Well.

Fuck.

————

“DO YOU UNDERSTAND YOU’VE BEEN SLACKING?”

I’m sitting on his couch, listening to him get mad at me. Shucks, I fell in love with you, sue me.

“Y/N, I understand slacking off is not a conscious choice and you’re probably dealing with something and asking you to “get your act together” is the worst form of support and dismisses the root problem. So, talk to me. Please, love. I care for you.” He says, sighing.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you. I didn’t mean to.” He apologises, looking down.

You’re so intelligent and kind to me. I love you.

I love you.

“I love you.”

I think out loud, and immediately turn pale.

“What?”

“I love your kindness!”

“You didn’t say that,”

“No, no, sorry I didn’t complete my thought haha! Okay I need to get home now, I left frozen chicken breast out to defrost and I need to cook it. I just remembered!” I say hurriedly and attempt to get up.

Pushing me back down, he sits on the couch next to me and takes my face into his hands.

It doesn’t take a second before he places his lips on mine and I think I’m about to lose my mind.

He’s so soft, so gentle, but so passionate and… I open my mouth to let him enter and I really do believe I’m going to pass out.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He groans, and it makes me groan.

He pulls away to look into my eyes.

Do I even want to know what he’s going to say next?

[faebriel]

this might sound a lil weird but I’m going into college soon n was wondering if u had any advice 😓 bleh chronic anxiety sucks

hiya!! omg first of all congrats, college is so exciting <3 anxiety makes things scary but genuinely it's a super exciting accomplishment and time of your life for sure

my exp with uni in australia is probably a bit different - for example we don't really board at uni unless you live very regionally! so unforchies i don't have much advice on things like dorms and rooming which i know would be a huge shift. i guess if any followers have advice feel free to reply/reblog?

otherwise here is my advice for a stress-minimal tertiary education experience:

it's good to figure out How You Study and How You Stay Organised ASAP. one of the biggest shifts from high school to university for me was keeping on top of all of my assignments/readings/study along with work, social life, going outside and seeing the sun etc. think about - where do you study best, at home/in your dorm or in a library? do you need people around to motivate you to focus (my uni had drop-in study sessions at the library, which might be less distracting than friends) or do they distract you? does a digital planner or a diary help you keep track of what you need to do? (i tried keeping a diary for YEARS and failed multiple times - it just doesn't work for my brain! i need that shit on a phone! and that's ok.) even if you feel like you should be able to keep on top of your study and stuff the "normal" or "expected" way... sometimes your brain just doesn't work like that. don't be afraid to experiment with different ways of planning your day or different ways of studying. first year of college is the perfect time for this! go digital, go paper, print out your readings, make a big visual brainstorm or collage instead of taking rote notes. find out what sticks in your brain and do that.

for study - don't be afraid to be proactive in class and ask your professors if there are any practice questions or past assignments you can review. just try to ask towards the start of semester, not right before your due dates.

do at least 50% of your assigned readings before class. really you should do all of it unfortunately but sometimes you hit a busy week and shit happens. on those weeks, aim for 50%

join a club! social ones are great to know people, and there are also field/industry ones which can help you get internships and experience and find people who are also in the field you study. my uni at least also had a lot of nonprofit/charity clubs which are great for 1) giving back to the community 2) making friends and 3) it looks good on a resume okay i'll just be honest with you

try not to wind up on the executive team of a club tho unless it's a great environment, something you're passionate about, and something you have time for. ultimately, you're at college for your education - extracurriculars like clubs are nice, but don't kill yourself over keeping them afloat. (this one comes from experience!)

and following on from some of those... everyone is expecting freshers to be awkward. social clubs are, teachers are, everyone. i know it's so silly to be like "just try not to be socially anxious!" but for me realising that literally everyone i spoke to expected me to be awkward and kind of out of my depth as a fresher helped. you can show up to a social event for a club, decide that it's not your vibe, and just not come back. or only come to every 2 or 3 events. that is totally fine. no one is checking your name at the door (and if they are, it's just so they can count attendance and prove to the college that they should be allowed event budgeting money because people do come to their events - it's nothing personal!) it's okay to be in a club for one semester and then leave, or stay for two years.

if asking questions in class makes you anxious, ask your teacher if they have office hours - in my experience they prefer this to emailing.

and if there's something you're struggling with - they literally have a degree in explaining what they're teaching to you, they won't mind catching you up to speed in office hours if you need extra help. if they're an asshole, look on your college website or ask around your class if possible to see if there are other teachers on campus who can help you. googling your course and the teacher can also help too - a lot of the time people who have issues with a prof and are looking for alternatives will post about it online.

some unis/colleges also have student services that provide counselling - they deal with general and social anxiety cases a lot. i won't lie, some of them are useless. but some of them will be really familiar with your college campus and be able to give you really specific advice about managing anxiety

having to retake a unit sucks, but stressing yourself to death about it is worse. sometimes that's just a punch you have to roll with

look for internships and work experience as soon as possible - it's good practice for writing resumes whether you get the position or not, they're great for figuring out if you really like the field you're aiming for, and they're great for building references for getting a job later. idk my uni had a platform where they would advertise a wholeee lot of internships which helped figure out where to look exactly. i'll be honest there aren't many for first years, but the earlier you start becoming aware of what's around, the less stressful it is towards the end of your degree

missing class cos you're sick happens. email the teacher ASAP and let them know, hopefully they can give you material to catch up on. some classes have absence policies but i'll be honest i finished my degree mid COVID and no one knew what was going on

if there's something like ADHD you should be being treated for i would suggest getting on top of that real early

most importantly........PRIORITISE YOUR HEALTH !! burnout is real. chronic flu is real. wrecking your sleep schedule is real and it hurts you. we have a saying in aus that Ps (passes) Get Degrees. obviously do your best and all but sometimes you're sick or something has come up and taken all your assignment time or w/e and you just gotta go for the P this time. always always communicate with your tutor, let em know you're sick or having trouble as soon as possible. most of the time they are understanding and not assholes. if they are, well, that's their choice to be an asshole. (and if they are violating your rights as a student, go to student services/your guild and rip them a new one.) but you're keeping them informed, and that's supposed to be what they want.

ok this list is long as hell sorry 😭 tl dr is 1) prioritise your health 2) figure out how YOU stay organised and study 3) join clubs for fun and profit 4) always ask the "stupid" question to your prof because someone else is probably also thinking the same thing. love and light i hope you have the best college experience!!!!!!

[russianrat42]

Fyolai fanfiction

Today Nikolai transferred to a new boarding school, he was expelled from his previous school for doing ‘things’ (you can decide what those are) so now his parents decided to send him to a boarding school to keep him out of their hair.

Nikolai arrived at a huge gate (creepy hogwarts vibes) that led to a gloomy dark building. The atmosphere was eerie and unsettling.

Nikolai wasn’t very hopeful about this school since it was known for making people obedient and had a lot of rumors about it.

He stepped in the large gates, making his way to the entrance. A teacher greeted him, they led him to the principals office where the principal gave him all the important information.

- You will be staying in dorm 42, here’s your room key and your roommate will show you around the school. Stay out of trouble and don’t stay up after curfew. - instructed the principal, slightly glaring at Nikolai, it seemed that she knew his history with causing trouble.

- Understood. - he said, deciding not to say anything, he didn’t want to get in trouble with his parents again.

He walked through the many corridors, looking for the dorms. He seemed to be near the math classes… He was lost no doubt.

Suddenly, a tall (not taller I did research) brunette walked up to him.

- Hi, are you new here? - he asked curiously.

- Yes I am! I was trying to find the dorms, could you please tell me where they are? - asked Nikolai.

- Oh yes! Follow me! - replied the brunette boy. - My names Dazai by the way.

- Nice to meet you, I’m Nikolai. - He responded.

- Cool, what dorm are you in? - asked Dazai, as they walked through the corridors.

- Oh I’m in dorm 42! - replied Nikolai.

- Oof! Good luck, you’re roommates with Fyodor, he creeps the whole school out. - Says the brunette.

Nikolai felt nervous, but he thought that people said that about him in his other school, so maybe he wasn’t that bad?

Suddenly, someone angrily ran up to Dazai, grabbing his tie.

- Shitty mackerel!! Why are you skipping again! - yelled a very short redhead.

(the reason I said very is bc I’m taller and I haven’t been in high school lol)

Nikolai was surprised at the sudden loud noise, he watched as the two argued until finally Dazai pulled the red head off of him.

- Nikolai, this is Chuuya. - Dazai said as he pointed at the redhead.

- Nice to meet you. - said Chuuya, his tone did not match his words as he glared at Dazai.

- For your information, I was showing this new kid to his dorm. - said Dazai, looking down on Chuuya.

- Alright fine. Whatever, just get to class, or Professor Kunikida will give you a reason to wear bandages. - mumbled Chuuya as he walked off.

Dazai led Nikolai to his dorm, where they parted ways.

Nikolai stood at the door, he was slightly nervous, he was worried for how this roommate was gonna act.

He reached for the door knob and opened the door…

Nikolai swung open a door, to see a dark haired boy sitting next to one of the desks reading a book.

The boy looked up and stared blankly at him.

- You must be the new student, I’m Fyodor, I’ll be showing you around today. - he said practically without any emotion, he seemed bored of this.

Nikolai decided the best approach would be to be friendly. He walked forward, putting his hand in front of him for a hand shake.

- nice to meet you! I’m Nikolai! - he said happily, Fyodor stared blankly at Nikolai’s hand. He sighed and shook it.

- C’mon let’s go, I’ll show you around. - said Fyodor as he walked past Nikolai and out of the dorm.

Nikolai followed Fyodor as they walked through the corridors, with Fyodor occasionally pointing to a door and naming the class.

Nikolai wanted to get to know Fyodor better, but he wasn’t sure what to ask.

- So what book were you reading? - asked Nikolai with a cheerful tone.

- Crime and Punishment. - replied Fyodor as they walked forward.

Nikolai stayed silent. He didn’t know what to say to that.

- That’s really cool! What do you like to do in your free time? - asks Nikolai.

- Read and play chess. - he replied.

Nikolai nodded, he really wasn’t great at chess however he thought it was interesting. Whenever he played it, he would get distracted and play by made up rules.

Fyodor looked at Nikolai, he looked very happy to be here, which was surprising as almost everyone would be upset upon entering this school, it was very strict and judgmental.

They then heard the bell ring. It was now lunchtime. They walked over to the cafeteria where Fyodor sat down at a table in the corner, away from everyone. Nikolai decided to sit down with him.

Fyodor stared at Nikolai as he sat down. He looked at him, trying to understand why he was here.

- Why exactly are you sitting here? - asked Fyodor.

- Because I don’t really know anyone else, I bumped into some other people but It’d be weird for me to just sit down with them – replied Nikolai.

- I see. - said Fyodor, eating his lunch in silence as Nikolai watched him intently.

Nikolai couldn’t help but think that Fyodor was cute. He wasn’t sure why Dazai had told him that Fyodor was creepy, he seemed fine, closed off but probably a good person (lmao).

- After this we have history class. - Fyodor said in an attempt to make Nikolai stop staring at him, it’s not like he didn’t like it, but he had a weird feeling when Nikolai did that.

- Okay, what’s your favorite subject? - asked Nikolai, in an attempt to make Fyodor open up more.

- I like literature class. - replied Fyodor. He thought for a moment before speaking again. - what about you?

- Me? Well I guess I like arts class and music. - replied Nikolai, he was happy that Fyodor asked him something as that meant he was somewhat interested in becoming closer or was at least trying to be friendly.

- C’mon let’s go. - Fyodor said as he stood up and he and Nikolai walked towards the class.

Nikolai and Fyodor entered the class. Most people were already there.

Fyodor sat down in the back of the class, near the window. Nikolai followed him and sat behind him (the back back of class lol)

The teacher soon started talking and Nikolai quickly got bored.

He sat staring out the window, ever so often a dove would fly by it since a bunch of the lived on the roof, he couldn’t help but feel envious of their freedom.

He looked at them fly and missed all of what the teacher said.

Class soon ended and Nikolai got up to go to the next class.

- What do we have to do for homework? - asked Nikolai as he and Fyodor walked out of class.

Fyodor looked at him in disbelief, he knew Nikolai wasn’t listening, but he didn’t think he spaced out that much.

- We have to write a three page essay on the lesson topic. - sighed Fyodor.

- What?! How am I supposed to do that! - whined Nikolai.

-You’ll get used to it, this is only 1/9 of the homework of all the lessons we have. - said the russian as they approached their next class. (I don’t know what to call them other then their names T^T)

They sat down and waited for the class to start, they had gotten there early so there were still a few minutes left.

Nikolai looked around for something to do. He then tapped Fyodor on the shoulder.

The other looked up from his book and stared at Nikolai to say what he wanted.

- Want to see a magic trick? - enthusiastically asked Nikolai with sparkles in his eyes.

- What? - Fyodor asked. He sighed and then nodded deciding to not say anything rude, he weirdly didn’t want to be mean or rude to Nikolai unlike everyone else.

Nikolai excitedly pulled a deck of cards out of his pocket and then splayed them out on the desk.

- Pick one! - he instructed.

Fyodor went to take one card, looking at it and then putting it back.

Nikolai mixed the cards together, and then the teacher walked in.

She started talking about the lesson.

The teacher walked to her desk and picked something up.

- Did someone leave a poker card on my desk? - she asked, her voice didn’t seem angry more confused.

- Oh yes sorry I must have misplaced it! - replied Nikolai as he walked to retrieve it.

Fyodor simply stared at the card and Nikolai, surprised at his trick, he expected the card to go in his pocket or something, not to be on the desk.

Nikolai sat back down and smiled at Fyodor.

Surprisingly, Fyodor smiled back.

- Impressive. - quietly said Fyodor.

Nikolai felt very have at that, he simply smiled and tried to focus on the lesson.

To no surprise, he failed at that task.

He quickly got distracted, he looked around the class. He then spotted a weird looking kid, he looked quite stressed with the words the teacher was writing.

The boy had half lavender and half white hair. He seemed to be frantically taking notes.

Nikolai decided that that kid would be a good target to annoy.

He smiled to himself thinking of ways to annoy him.

Fyodor stared at Nikolai, trying to figure out why the fuck he was smiling.

***************

Sigma was a person who went by the ideology of “as long as it’s not me”. Which meant he was super stressed when he noticed Nikolai staring at him with a huge grin.

The only thing Sigma cared about was his poker club, it was like a second home to him.

Sigma was happy to go to his club after class. He went into the empty math classroom where one of their professors let him use the room when he wasn’t teaching.

There were nine other members, Sigma got there early and set up. He then waited for them to arrive.

Today was a tournament, it was a mini sort of competition and the prize was a vending machine key that Fyodor gave Sigma for the tournament winner, how Fyodor got it Sigma decided not to question.

********************

Meanwhile Fyodor was getting ready to go to the competition. Nikolai was curious what this uno club was.

- Where are you going? - asked Nikolai.

- A school club. - answered Fyodor.

- Ooh!! Can I join?! - questioned Nikolai.

- Uhm I guess you can go ask… though if you want to join the club it’s much better to go on another day since today is a tournament. - said Fyodor, he was warming up to Nikolai weirdly. He thought that he might be a useful friend.

- Pleaaaaaaseeee!! - whined Nikolai – I promise I won’t do anything to interrupt your game!!

- Ugh fine. - replied Fyodor as he decided not to try to argue.

While Fyodor and the other members didn’t see the problem with this, Sigma certainly did.

- You can’t bring a new person without saying anything about it!! It’s just messing things up, this is not what we agreed on and it’s gonna mess something up! Plus he doesn’t look like someone who can play!! - he said angrily.

- Don’t worry Sigma! I’m sure everything will turn out fine! - offered Kenji, a blonde boy who joined the club simply to socialize with more people. He had not the slightest clue about uno.

Sigma sighed and decided not to argue. He allowed Nikolai to join and that started the part of Nikolai’s plan.

The game started and everyone was somewhat determined to win.

Nikolai was planning on driving Sigma crazy in a very thoughts out way. He was going to cheat with his magic skills and just annoy the hell out of Sigma.

The tournament was going to go like this, first, the 11 players were gonna play a joint game, they would do that two more times and then the winners of those rounds (if there are more then one) will play another game, so there will be three people at most. The one who wins that, is the winner.

The game started, everyone had 10 cards. There were two decks mixed together so the games were more interesting.

The players were:

Sigma, Fyodor, Nikolai, Kenji, Chuuya, Yosano, Ranpo (he joined just to get the key lol), Dazai, Atsushi, Akutagawa, Kyoka.

(The school doesn’t have many clubs okay?)

In the first few minutes, the game was already tense.

- God damn it! GIVE ME A GREEN CARD! - yelled Sigma, he had taken 9 already and not a single green, plus 4 or wild card.

Dazai laughed while Yosano snickered, everyone was amused, except for Kenji, Kyouka and Atushi who felt bad for Sigma.

Nikolai giggled, he had secretly changed the deck in such a way so that Sigma would get unlucky.

Sigma sighed as he finally placed down a green card.

Just for Nikolai to change the direction and for it to be Sigma’s turn again.

The games ended, (i’m lazy imagine what happened it’s just yelling and stuff so not that interesting) the winner Chuuya (randomly generated lol).

Dazai was now puppy eyeing Chuuya to use the key to get him a free snack and Chuuya was aggressively kicking Dazai of off him.

Fyodor sighed and looked at Nikolai.

- So do you want to join? - he asked, with a clear tone of not caring.

- Yes! it’s so entertaining to annoy Sigma! - said Nikolai.

Fyodor couldn’t help but somehow feels annoyed at that, he felt angry? At Sigma? He didn’t quite get it but he didn’t think about it too much.

Fyodor and Nikolai walked to their dorm, this first day was quite eventful!

***************

Fyodor and Nikolai were quickly marching through the many corridors of the school, it was almost curfew (9 pm) and they were in a hurry to get to their dorms.

Nikolai sighed, he was sad the time was so limited, he wanted to stay up more.

- What’s bothering you? - asked Fyodor.

- It’s just really annoying that we have to go to bed! - whined Nikolai.

- No one actually follows curfew, they just stay in their dorm. - answered the dark haired boy.

- Ooh! Yipee! - exclaimed Nikolai as they entered their dorm.

Fyodor sat down at his desk and took out a black journal, he started writing in it.

Nikolai tried to look at what he was writing, but he covered the pages with his hand, all Nikolai saw was a glimpse of something that looked like his name, but he wasn’t sure.

Nikolai sat down on his bed, he hung his legs from the bed and started doing card tricks.

He was very distracted, and didn’t notice Fyodor’s eyes carefully studying him.

They stayed up for quite some time, chatting about random things, and though they didn’t talk about anything very meaningful or deep, they still felt connected to one another.

Nikolai eventually went to sleep while Fyodor stayed up writing his novel.

Today, we got a new student, he was quite annoying at first, but he seems okay. He’s obnoxiously loud and quite weird, but for some reason, I don’t get annoyed or tired from it, it’s actually entertaining.

Fyodor wrote as he peered over at Nikolai who was laying soundly in his bed. The white haired boy looked so calm, for some reason Fyodor couldn’t help but smile.

He continued writing about what happened that day and eventually laid in his bed, only getting a few hours of sleep.

The next few days went by without anything really interesting, apart from Nikolai getting lost every time he went to class alone that is.

On Friday however, Dazai invited Fyodor, Nikolai, Chuuya and Sigma to hang out.

Fyodor didn’t quite want to go, but he decided he needed to be there partially to make sure Nikolai didn’t wander into the forest near the school.

They all met under a big willow tree, where they laid a blanket down and started chatting.

Fyodor and Dazai decided to play chess, the other three settled on playing cards.

The russian couldn’t help but notice the fact that Dazai kept talking to Nikolai, he felt… strange about it, he felt angry, upset?

He said nothing, he only glared at Dazai who either didn’t notice, or found it amusing.

- Fedya can you come play cards with us? You’ve been playing that one game of chess for sooooo long. - whined Nikolai, who leaned closer to Fyodor trying to see if the game was close to an end.

Fyodor was surprised at the nickname, but didn’t say anything, Dazai did tho.

- Ooh~ Fedya really now? - he asked in a teasing tone.

Fyodor silently glared at him, not saying a thing.

The brunette smirked and they agreed to take a break.

They played a game or two with the others before heading back to the dorms.

- I didn’t mean to call you that, it just slipped out! - blurted out Nikolai as soon as they were far enough from the group to be out of ear shot.

Fyodor looked at him for a couple of seconds before realizing why Nikolai was apolagizing.

- It’s okay, I didn’t mind Kolya. - Replied Fyodor, he smiled lightly.

Nikolai blushed from the nickname and simply nodded, he tried to ignore the words and walked further in silence.

He figured that for some reason, he felt a really strong bond with Fyodor, he felt as if wanting to spend every moment with him. He got a strange feeling when he was called Kolya, but it was probably because he didn’t have a nickname before this. Yup that was definitely it.

***************

The next day Nikolai was eating lunch, he would always eat lunch with Fyodor but the teacher made him stay behind today.

He sat there, thinking about Fyodor, he missed him even though it had been only 17 minutes and 33 seconds since Fyodor and he last spoke.

Suddenly someone came up to him startling him lightly.

- Yes?! - he asked happily, he did get surprised but quickly got over it.

- Hey! I just wanted to suggest that you come hang out with us today! - said Dazai.

- Oh okay sure, is Fyodor gonna go? - asked Nikolai, he didn’t really want to go hang out with the group without him.

- No, he has detention. - replied Dazai.

- What? Why? - asked Nikolai, he was slightly upset but tried not to show it too much.

- I don’t know, anyways, I hope you stop by! - chimed Dazai as he walked away.

(A/N: MY CAT IS LAYING ON MY ARM AND I CAN”T TYPE WELL ANYMORE!!)

What Dazai nor Nikolai knew however, was the fact that Fyodor actually saw them, the teacher let him go to lunch and he happened to walk in the moment Dazai started to chat with Nikolai.

He stared at them, he felt anger boiling inside him (???? I don’t know how to write I swear to god….) as he watched the two talk, he had that same feeling as he always does when Sigma or Dazai talk with Nikolai a lot…. He didn’t read much into it and decided to just go sit with Nikolai.

He sat down and started talking.

- Hey Fedya!! How are you!!? - asked Nikolai excitedly as he saw Fyodor.

- Hello Kolya, I’m well thank you. What about you? - he asked as he looked at the ukranian curiously.

- I’m great! I heard you got detention, why’s that? - he said sounding a little worried.

- Oh that, it was nothing big, I just mixed up my homework and my own story and the teacher was mad. - Fyodor replied, however it wasn’t the truth.

The real reason he got detention was because of the fact that some kids were gossiping about Nikolai and saying some really bad things about him, they even called him slurs.

Fyodor overheard them and beat them up, causing him to get detention.

Nikolai wasn’t sure if Fyodor was lying or not but it’d be very hard to ask so he stayed quiet.

They chatted for a while but nothing much happened.

Later they split up, Fyodor went to detention and Nikolai went to their dorm.

Nikolai walked to his dorm thinking if he should go with the others or not, he wanted to but also didn’t want to leave Fyodor (who was in detention but would get out after an hour and Nikolai thought if he should wait for him or not)

Nikolai sighed, he decided that he should go since it wouldn’t hurt to have a few more friends.

He walked to meet with the group and they all started talking.

Meanwhile Fyodor in detention sat there, he wasn’t tasked with anything, he was told to just sit there and think about his actions.

He wondered what Nikolai was doing, he got a strange feeling when he thought about Dazai hanging out with Nikolai…. However this time, he was able to realize what that feeling was

Jealousy

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Fyodor was getting more and more annoyed by the second, he had deduced that Nikolai was in fact hanging out with Dazai, he was incredibly jealous and now realized it.

He had decided that his jealousy was caused by the fact that Nikolai was his first friend, the only person who seemed to not be very unnerved by him (not counting Dazai but they have a rivalry kind of relationship)

The second detention ended Fyodor rushed to the schools yard, he saw Nikolai and Dazai talking, that made his jealousy even stronger.

It didn’t make things better that they were alone as Sigma and Chuuya didn’t show up.

He approached them, he smiled (which would be normal but it was Fyodor who never smiled unless he was plotting some sus shit)

Dazai looked at Fyodor, he seemed to know how the other was feeling and was getting of on it.

- Hey Fyodor, finally done with detention? - asked Dazai.

- FEDYAAAAAAA!!! - excitedly exclaimed Nikolai jumping up and grabbing Fyodor’s hands. - I’ve missed you!!

Fyodor stared at him, a little confused but then smiled and chuckled lightly (this time he wasn’t planning sus shit this time, he was just enjoying the interaction)

- Hello Kolya. - greeted the russian, he sat down with the others.

Dazai looked at Fyodor, he wanted to annoy him. The reason for that was that Chuuya was busy and couldn’t come, so he had to annoy SOMEONE.

- Hey Fyodor, why did you go to detention again? - asked Dazai, knowing the answer, he grinned at Fyodor’s glare of annoyance.

- I have already told you, I turned in the wrong assignment and the teacher got mad. - he said, he looked at Dazai, his gaze as if a warning.

- Ohhhh right, I was soooooo sure it was something else though! I must have mixed something up. - teased the brunette and smiled broadly. - By the way, did you hear about the fact that those three students got beat up? Weird right?

The russian looked at him, clearly fed up with Dazai’s bullshit. Nikolai looked at the two confused, he knew they had a complicated relationship but this was weirder then usual.

- Ah yes, those kids, well in my opinion, they simply got their punishment. - replied Fyodor, looking at Dazai as if insinuating for him to shut up.

- Really? That’s an interesting point of view! - butted in Nikolai, he was trying to make this conversation included as the energy that they gave of was making him annoyed.

Fyodor and Dazai were so similar…. Both were seen as unsettling and they both were geniuses, one might see them as the ‘perfect match’ Nikolai hated that…

They continued talking, they were about to leave before Fyodor interrupted.

- Dazai, may I talk in private with you for a moment? - he asked, his voice cold and blank.

- Oh course! - Dazai answered, his voice seemed normal but had a tint of a knowing seriousness.

They walked a bit away, out of earshot. They walked behind one of the supply sheds where Fyodor dropped his calm act.

- Stay away from Nikolai. - he said, his voice as cold as ever, it pierced the air and gave an unsettling setting.

- Why should I? It’s not like you own him – replied Dazai, his tone matching the atmosphere.

Fyodor glared at Dazai in response. He calmed himself and sighed.

- You are correct, but since you know what happened to those other students, I suggest you keep your distance. - calmly said the russian, he was getting tired of Dazai’s shenanigans.

- Aww are you threatening me? - asked Dazai, visible amused. - Tell me, why are you jealous? You seemed fine with him talking to other people.

- I’m fine with him socializing, but YOU flirt with any human being who talks to you. - teased Fyodor, though the words didn’t seem to be a joke nor light hearted.

- alright fine, I won’t flirt with your dear boyfriend. - sighed Dazai as he walked away.

Fyodor grumbled about how Nikolai isn’t his boyfriend but it wasn’t very clear.

***************

Fyodor and Nikolai walked back to their dorms, Nikolai was very curious about Dazai and Fyodor’s conversation and wondered what they talked about.

- Hey Fedya, what did you and Dazai talk about? - he asked, he decided an honest approach would be best.

- Oh that, nothing important simply something the teacher told me to tell him. - lied the other, he definitely wasn’t gonna tell Nikolai the truth.

- Ah I see. - answered Nikolai, he knew the other wasn’t being honest, it was obvious but he wasn’t gonna argue.

They walked back and decided to hang out there as it was close to evening.

They were on Nikolai’s bed and he was telling Fyodor jokes. They were enjoying themselves when Fyodor got an idea.

- Hey Nikolai, do you want to do something fun? - he asked, Nikolai looked at him in surprise since Fyodor wasn’t the fun type.

- Of course Fedya! - he replied excitedly.

Fyodor stood up and walked to the window of the room. He opened it and looked around.

- C’mon, follow me. - he gestured for Nikolai to follow him who listened and was getting more and more curious to what this activity will be.

- You like birds right? - asked Fyodor as he started climbing out of the window, the roof was leaned but it had a flat part at the end meaning they’d be fine if they lost their ground.

- Yes how did you know? - asked Nikolai, he was slightly surprised but he figured Fyodor had simply observed him at some point and noticed how he looks when observing them.

- I saw how you look at them, you are jealous of their freedom isn’t that right? You wish to have the freedom they poses. - he said as he now was on the roof, he helped Nikolai climb out and they now were on the roof of the school.

The sun was now setting making the sky an orange tint, it looked beautiful and very romantic. Nikolai was in awe as he stared at the sunset, the birds were flying about and it looked beautiful.

- Wow! Fedya this is beautiful! - stated Nikolai as he looked by at Fyodor, they were sitting on the flat part of the roof, their legs dangling of the edge.

- I’m glad you think so Kolya. - answered Fyodor as he stared at Nikolai with a smile.

Nikolai felt joy, this is probably the most free he has felt, he was still in the cage but he was closer to the outside then he usually would be.

- I’ve wanted to ask you something. - spoke Fyodor, Nikolai looked at him in surprise, he had forgotten Fyodor was here as he was lost in his thoughts.

- Yes what is it? - Nikolai asked curiously.

- Why do you wear that eye patch? - (context in this AU Nikolai wears a fancy eye patch instead of a card on his eye since I thought it make more sense for a school AU)

- Oh, it’s to cover my other eye, it’s a different color and isn’t pretty. - Nikolai replied, he was a little upset from that question, he didn’t know what he expected Fyodor to say but he was weirdly let down none the less.

- Can I see it? I’m sure it’s just as pretty as the rest of you. - questioned Fyodor, he had a genuine smile on his lips.

Nikolai took his eye patch off looking at Fyodor, he was worried about what he was gonna say as everyone was always critical of it.

Fyodor stared at Nikolai’s eyes for a moment and then laughed lightly.

- It’s- You’re beautiful as always. - he said, something like that would sound flirty but the way he said it was more comforting then anything.

Nikolai was surprised but then smiled, he felt his cheeks flush.

- Thank you Fedya. - he replied, he felt very happy from the compliment.

***************

The two sat atop the roof for some more time before finally getting up, they went inside the dorm once more and went to sleep (Fyodor stayed up writing)

The next day all the choir members were called to practice, Christmas was in a month and they were going to have a huge performance and ball that day.

Fyodor went to the rehearsal as he played the cello as a solo and inside the choir.

Nikolai was very excited to hear Fyodor play since he thought music was amazing.

They both attended classes before walking their separate days. Nikolai saw a poster on the board that read:

“All students this Academy can attend the Christmas ball, the dance will happen on Friday December 23rd, after that the students can go back home for the holidays. The ball will have performances from the school choir and afterward a student dance, the dress code is white.”

Nikolai was already excited and decided to go bug Sigma with this. He opened the door to the math classroom and barged in to see Sigma setting up for today’s club meeting.

- AGH! Nikolai what are you doing here so early?! - he questioned a little annoyed.

- I wanted visit you!! Are you going to go the ball next month?! - Nikolai asked excitedly.

- I guess, but I’m not yet sure. - Sigma sighed.

- Okay! I’m sooooo excited to see Fyodor play the cello that day!!!!!!! - Nikolai exclaimed.

- Is that the thing your most excited? - questioned Sigma, a little confused.

- Of course! Fedya will probably be so good at it… - Nikolai trailed off as he imagined Fyodor playing the cello (guys down bad lol)

- Uhm… May I ask you something? - asked Sigma, he looked at Nikolai curiously.

- Yes! What is your question? - responded Nikolai now playing with a deck of cards Sigma had just now shuffled and tidied.

- What is your relationship with Fyodor exactly? - Sigma asked, he wasn’t sure if Nikolai was going to tell him but he decided to try.

- Fedya is my dearest friend, he is the only person who understands me…. My intimate friend… - Nikolai seemed to be in his thoughts and speaking to himself as much as Sigma.

- Nikolai what the actual fuck is an intimate friend?! - asked Sigma, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know the answer or not but decided it was one worth asking.

- Oh uhm… Just a very close friend! - assured Nikolai, though he didn’t seem too sure of his own words.

Sigma looked at him, he didn’t believe him in the slightest bit. What kind of friends with benefits mess of a relationship do those two have?

Sigma sighed and continued his preparations. Nikolai seemed to be thinking about something.

His eye widened as he seemed to have realized something.

It all made sense now! The jealousy, the butterflies! Holy fuck! He was gay for Fyodor!

(I don’t know why I frazed it like that but I did so live with it)

He rushed to his dorm and closed the door. He took out a notebook and started writing, he wrote his feelings, he had an epithamy!

He felt both happy and upset, if he had those kinds of feelings, how could he ever feel free? It’d be impossible…

He looked out the window struck with both sadness and happiness. He didn’t know what to do, but he felt he needed to do something

He then suddenly remembered the book Fyodor would always write. He opened the drawer the journal was kept in and flipped through a few pages, the handwriting was messy but Nikolai was able to read it just fine.

He stared in surprise at the descriptions of violence that Fyodor had written, he now knew the real reason he had gotten in trouble, what had happened with Dazai… He was quite…. Crazy

Nikolai thought of that for a moment, he then stared smiling crazily to himself, someone who understood him… and was like him…

***************

Fyodor was at choir (fun fact bc I can’t stay focused, I was trying to remember the word for ‘choir’ but I couldn’t, so I thought of the russian word which is kind of like ‘hor’ instead of the English one so I accidentally wrote ‘whore’ instead of choir before realizing what the hell I just did lol) he was practicing with the others and couldn’t help but feel annoyed.

Fyodor liked playing the cello but he didn’t like playing with others as it would complicate things and he had to play simple melodies instead of ones he wanted to play.

He sat there watching as the others sang and tried to correlate with one another. He sighed and looked around when he saw someone waving at him behind the stage curtain.

He got up and walked over to the place where he thought he saw someone.

It was Nikolai, he smiled and ran towards Fyodor.

- Hey Fedya! I thought I would stop by since I missed you!! - he exclaimed as he excitedly waved his arms in the air talking about random things.

Fyodor smiled and nodded.

- I see, well I still have a little bit of practice left but you can stay here and watch if you want. - he replied looking at the time.

- Cool!! - Nikolai excitedly took a seat on those weird moving stairs things (Do you know what I mean??? Those podiums that I don’t know what they use them for but like they have three steps and a couch like thingie on the inside??? They have wheels??? My sister had those in her high school I don’t think they are common but I don’t give a shit anymore he took a seat at one of those ok)

Nikolai watched as everyone played and was excited to hear how Fyodor sounded (I swear I keep wanting to make dirty jokes every second-)

The choir started playing and singing and Nikolai watched in the back intently as Fyodor started to play his cello.

As Fyodor (I keep laughing when writing his name bc it’s pronounced incorrectly in the show) started moving the stick thing (I don’t know how it’s called that thing you know? The wand thingie?) Nikolai was in awe at the music and he excitedly listened to the music

(Incoming joke that I had to include for no other reason then I saw it on pinterest and I keep remembering it)

Nikolai thought how beautiful Fyodor looked and suddenly got a random thought.

Nikolai’s thoughts: Play me like your cello-

(I’m sorry I couldn’t help it-)

Nikolai blushed when he thought that and tried to distract himself by thinking of something else.

He couldn’t think straight and tried to distract himself so that he wouldn’t get any other weird thoughts about Fyodor.

He sighed and waited for the band to finish.

When the choir was finished Fyodor approached Nikolai and they went back to their dorm where they chatted and enjoyed the rest of the evening.

Nikolai felt great whenever he was around Fyodor, he felt the happiest he was.

But when he laid in his bed he kept thinking about the fact he won’t ever be free now and how Fyodor won’t feel the same way for him….

**************

Nikolai kept thinking about his feelings and was getting quite distracted, like all the time.

Fyodor noticed this and was a little worried because of that, he didn’t want Nikolai to be sad and wanted to try and comfort him.

The boy wasn’t the affectionate type so he decided to ask the most flirty person he knows (who is also the only person who is dating someone that Fyodor is ‘friends’ with) for help.

Dazai was surprised to see Fyodor at his door since it wasn’t their chess Wednesday.

- Hello I have come for advice. - sighed Fyodor, Dazai was quite surprised.

- Really? Oh my god! The great Fyodor has come to me for advice?! - mocked the brunette as he dramatically waved his hands around in the air.

Fyodor simply rolled his eyes and leaned in on the wall behind him.

- Nikolai is upset, I don’t know why and I’ve tried to ask him but he ignores me. – explained the russian.

- Maybe he sad because you said something? - suggested Dazai.

- Impossible, he just simply came over to practice and watched me play, and then we talked a little there wasn’t anything upsetting I could have said. - Fyodor replied as he shook his head.

- He watched you play your cello? Well then it explains everything. - mocked Dazai.

It took Fyodor a second to realize what Dazai meant and once he did realize he glared at the brunette in annoyance.

- I doubt that’s the reason. - He said as he calmed down.

Dazai sighed since he didn’t have any ideas at this point:

- I don’t know dude, maybe his dog stepped on a bee. (Don’t ask I have to put memes)

Fyodor looked at Dazai in disbelief before rolling his eyes.

- Look dude, I don’t know what happened, just ask him and then comfort him. - Dazai suggested.

- And how do you suppose I do that? - replied the other as he seemed to be thinking

(Random hc is that Fyodor is really bad at social cues and shit)

- You go up to him and ask him – responded the brunette.

- that isn’t what I meant, I meant how do I comfort him? Like do I give him a country or*-

Fyodor was cut off by Dazai before he could finish his trail of thought (the devoted fans will get the reference in text*)

- Just hug him, give him a chocolate something like that. - explained Dazai.

- Hmmm alright. - agreed Fyodoor as he went to find Nikolai.

Fyodor looked for Nikolai and found him outside near a tree.

- Hello Nikolai, are you alright? - asked Fyodor with sincerity in his voice.

- Yes of course! I was just in my thoughts today that’s all! - reassured Nikolai, he was half telling the truth but still.

- Are you sure? You seemed quite worried. - questioned the russian, he was able to tell that Nikolai was not being honest.

- I am fine really! I just… You wouldn’t get it, I just feel as If I will never really be free. - explained the white haired boy.

- I think you will, and if not, I believe you can still find happiness somehow. - reassured Fyodor.

- Really? - asked Nikolai, he didn’t seem to believe Fyodor.

- Yes, I think so. - replied Fyodor, Nikolai looked at him before hugging him tightly.

Fyodor was very confused but smiled and hugged Nikolai back.

***************

Nikolai was much more happy because of what Fyodor said, he was very cheery and was excited for the ball.

It had been a week and tomorrow, the ball would happen.

Nikolai decided to take Sigma and Chuuya to pick out what they were gonna wear.

Nikolai texted the two of them and in the evening they came over, Fyodor went to Dazai’s dorm to play chess so they were free.

- Hey guys!! How have you been?! Who are you taking to the ball?? - Asked Nikolai excitedly.

- Oh… I’m good, I’m not taking anyone tho… I’m just going with friends… but they all have dates. - Sigma replied, he seemed nervous to not be going with anyone. Nikolai nodded and looked over at Chuuya.

- I’m taking the damn Mackerel. And I’m fine I guess… - Chuuya seemed to be annoyed about taking Dazai to the ball but Nikolai didn’t question it as it’s normal at this point.

- Who are you taking Nikolai? Do you have any ideas? - asked Sigma as he looked at Nikolai.

- Me? I’ve been thinking about taking someone… but I doubt they’d agree! - Nikolai seemed a little flustered at the question, he didn’t seem to want to say more.

Sigma nodded and started looking at his outfit options. He picked up two ties, one was dark purple and the other lavender.

- Which one should I pick? - Sigma asked as he looked at the other two.

- Don’t ask me book boy. - responded Chuuya, he was preparing his outfit too. (Chuuya’s outfit is like his clothes in Beast)

Sigma was too stunned to speak so he just looked down and tried to pick on his own.

Nikolai was not at all listening to the conversation as he was thinking about if he should take Fyodor to the ball or not.

Nikolai had picked his outfit and was proud of his choice. (Imagine his canon outfit but without the cloak and instead of stripes his pants are half black and half white. Also diff more formal shoes)

Sigma decided light lavender was better and was now looking at the other two who were silent.

(https://pin.it/5B06ev5 imagine that but the black part is a vest and it’s just white collared shirt under, pants are also black)

- Uhh… Nikolai who do you want to ask to the ball? - asked Sigma, he was kind of curious but also he just felt awkward in silence.

- Huh? I… Promise not to tell anyone? - he asked, he was usually quite the blabber mouth but he wasn’t as sure today.

- Yeah, I won’t tell anyone. - said Sigma and Chuuya. Even thought Chuuya had every intent to gossip to Dazai later.

- I want to ask Fyodor. - confessed Nikolai, the other two looked at him with a “bruh” expression (i’m so good at writing /j)

- Well I could have guessed that! - exclaimed Chuuya. - Just do it, you lil clown boy.

- Bitch I’m taller then you! the fuck you mean little?! - retorted Nikolai, he was embarrassed about the fact he told them about his crush, so he was a little annoyed at the reaction. He had a joking voice but he did somewhat mean it.

- Whatever, just ask him. - Chuuya said, he needed those gay bitches to date so they would stop being awkward.

A/N: YAY I’M DONE YIPEEE!! I love writing this but I wanna go watch something on yt now, hope you have a great day byeee!! 635 words

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Nikolai thought about asking Fyodor to the ball and wasn’t sure how to do it.

Should he just walk up to him and ask? Would that be too simple?

Should he give him a gift like flowers or something?? No that would be weird… He doesn’t want to look like he’s asking Fyodor on a date but he also wants to ask Fyodor on a date-

Nikolai walked through the school corridors looking at the floor deep in thought, instead of his usual skip he was walking slowly.

He wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings and so he bumped into someone.

- Ack! Oh- Fedya hiii!!! - Nikolai quickly recovered from surprise as he saw Fyodor.

(fun fact I spent 5 minutes rereading old chapters because I couldn’t remember if they called each other nicknames-)

- Hey Nikolai. Where were you headed? - asked Fyodor as he looked at Nikolai who seemed to be more chaotic then usual.

- OH! I was… headed to see you.. also I was kind of going no where haha! - Nikolai chuckled as he tried to seem normal and like he totally wasn’t thinking about asking Fyodor on a date and other things-

- I see, did you want to talk to me? What exactly is the reason that you wanted to talk to me? - asked the Russian, he looked at Nikolai with his usual monotone expression not seeming to care though he was actually interested.

The clown thought for a moment but decided to take Chuuya’s advice and just tell him straight up.

- I wanted to ask you if you wanted to go to the ball together!! - Nikolai said, he seemed confident though he was somewhat spinning and screaming on the inside.

- Go to the ball with you? For what reason would you like to do that? - asked Fyodor, he looked at Nikolai, the sentence made Nikolai doubt himself so he decided to change his wording.

- Just as friends!! haha… Just y’know, I’m pretty sure neither of us have dates so I thought, what about go together? We’re good friends right so it should be fun! - Nikolai was not only trying to convince Fyodor but also himself, if Fyodor was to say yes, Nikolai would sort of think of it as a date but it’s not that and he needed to remember that.

Fyodor felt slightly upset and annoyed at Nikolai’s words, he didn’t say anything about it however. He nodded and then spoke:

- Alright, that sounds fun let’s do it.

Nikolai was ecstatic! Fyodor was his date for the prom! Wait- no he needed to stop thinking of it like that-

(Nikolai forgot again and as soon as Fyodor wasn’t looking he did a happy dance)

The clown was excited about this news and so he decided to report to his wing men (Sigma and Chuuya even tho they can’t wing man themselves let alone someone else)

- Guys!! Me and Fyodor are going to the ball together!! - Nikolai spoke excitedly before Chuuya spoke up as well.

- Great! Finally! I was waiting for you two to get together! - He seemed happy and also annoyed (he is 90% of the time so yeah)

- Together? Oh no! We’re going as friends!! - Nikolai explained the second he said those words Chuuya looked at him with disbelief.

- Seriously?! Oh my god you’re hopeless! - he exclaimed.

Sigma was here for the whole interaction but didn’t say anything as he had cookies and didn’t give a shit about their drama.

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It was now the day of the ball and Nikolai was very excited.

Classes were cut short today and everybody would go home the next day for Christmas (Merry Christmas to ya’ll it’s probably that time of year when I’m publishing this)

Nikolai stood in his half and half outfit very proud of his fashion choices, he excitedly left the dorm to meet with everybody else.

Chuuya and Dazai were walking towards them squabbling as always.

- Kolya, are you ready to go now? - asked Fyodor who appeared out from one of the corner turns.

- Yup! Let’s go! - Nikolai replied as they both completely ignored the loud arguing.

They walked to the ball which was being held in the cafeteria (it’s Hogwarts type shit so don’t come after me saying it’d look ugly) and the auditorium (I believe that’s what they are called me no speak english)

The place was decorated with beautiful white decorations, little paper decorations such as snowflakes and those weird snow balls were all around the place hanging from the sealing.

There were two small Christmas trees in the corners of the place that had blue and silver decor on them.

The long tables were covered by silk fabric tablecloth, and on top of that lay many different foods.

On each table there were at least 12 different meals or desserts each. (Tradition that you need to have 12 meals not meals but different kinds of food on the day before Christmas in my country)

Nikolai second guessed his decision to wear white today as he saw all the food which would make a stain if he made a mistake.

The kids happily chattered among themselves as they filled their plates with the assortments of dishes.

Nikolai and Fyodor sat down and began doing the same while there was a shit ton of noise because everybody was talking and you couldn’t hear a word.

Fyodor stared at some of the cookies in front of him that had different decorations before taking one and showing it to Nikolai.

- This is you. - he said as he showed the cookie which had a half and half black and white design.

- Find a lavender one too! I want to annoy Sigma with it! - Nikolai said excitedly as he ate the cookie from Fyodor’s hand which surprised the russian boy.

(It feels wrong to call them boys but they are boys so I’m conflicted to be honest)

The ball continued as for now it was a banquet, but before long people started leaving to go to the auditorium (to be clear it’s the room next to cafeteria)

Everybody (-Ranpo and Poe who were still in the cafeteria chatting. Poe just stayed behind for Ranpo) gathered in the auditorium and the dance begun.

- Shall we? - asked Fyodor as he reached his hand out for Nikolai to take.

- Of course! - Nikolai excitedly said blushing lightly.

They began dancing to the music.

(Imagine they are dancing to “The Masochism Tango” I know it’s supposed to be a Christian school but I don’t care it’s either that or Bernadette or both)

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(slight internalized homophobia)

The dance continued for a half an hour or so after that (how I don’t know my legs could never do that to be honest). Everyone was now chattering among themselves and going back to the cafeteria to chat.

Fyodor and the choir had played a few songs by the end so he was now putting away his cello.

Nikolai came back stage and snuck up behind Fyodor wanting to scare him.

- I know you’re there Kolya I can sense your presence. - spoke out Fyodor as he turned to face Nikolai.

- You’re no fun! If you knew I was there, you could’ve at least pretended not to know or acted scared!! - replied Nikolai disappointed his prank didn’t pay off.

- Do I look like an actor to you? - Fyodor questioned rhetorically with a bored expression.

- Whatever! I wanted to talk to you about something. - Nikolai said changing the subject.

- What is it? Go on, I do not have all day after all. - Fyodor spoke as he finished putting away his cello and stood up.

- Well recently, I’ve discovered that… I like guys. - He spoke nervously and quickly trying to say it before he changed his mind. He had said only half of what he wanted to say however.

(angst and internalized homophobia starts here)

- Nikolai. Are you a homosexual? - Fyodor asked, his tone was cold and Nikolai was a little worried since he called him by his name and not his nickname.

- Well I mean, yes I guess..? - Nikolai wasn’t sure on labels but he was pretty sure the answer was yes.

The clown was getting more and more worried as the seconds went by, Fyodor was silent, staring at the other seemingly thinking.

- You’re a disgrace of God. - Fyodor said walking a little closer to Nikolai. - You disgust me, I do not wish to talk to you again.

- Wha- Fedya wait, you’re joking right? - Nikolai asked panicking as he tried to follow Fyodor who was now going back to where everyone else was.

- Do not call me that, and we both know I almost never joke. - he said coldly, walking out of the room leaving Nikolai alone.

(There won’t be any Internalized homophobia anymore but a lot of angst <3)

Nikolai stood in the dimly lit room surrounded by musical instruments, he felt his heart fall and shatter.

He felt that the one person who understood him had left him again, he was now all alone like he was before…

At least he would go home soon, he wouldn’t have to go to class and try to seem his normal self.

He walked out of the room going up to his dorm even though Dazai tried to call him to join the fun.

Nikolai felt empty once, more. The cage was as strong as it ever was as emotions of hatred, sadness and disappointment swallowed him whole.

He lay in bed sleepless, thinking about what had happened, once Fyodor came back he pretended to be asleep and tried not to say anything though he so wanted to.

He wanted to yell at Fyodor how stupid he is for believing that bull shit and at the same time he wanted to cry and beg for him to re-think or at least still be friends.

Alas, he didn’t say anything and just lay there with his thoughts before he inevitably fell asleep.

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So context! I don’t know, I’m making things up as I go but I read in this one other High School fyolai story and there Nikolai only had a mom so you can decide what happened with the dad!! ^^

(The dad got isekaid lol)

Oh and Nikolai doesn’t have any siblings… I think I don’t know lol

(Yes this is my story, yes I know I’m supposed to make background on these gays- I mean guys but what can you do?)

Nikolai and the others were waiting for their parents to either pick them up or for the bus to come.

He, along with some of his friends got on the bus driving back home.

The clown was unusually quiet as he was deep in thought, still replaying the last night.

Should he had said something different? Should he have yelled or begged or something?

- Nikolai! You gay clown, I asked if I can sit here!!! - asked Dazai, he must have been standing there for a while but Nikolai probably didn’t notice…

- Don’t you want to sit with Chuuya? - asked Nikolai, not even bothering to try and put on his usual act.

- Ah… He told me to go somewhere else because I was annoying him with existing. - explained Dazai, he seemed totally chill about it though.

- I see… yeah you can sit here, I don’t care. - replied Nikolai, he was very gloomy and not at all his usual self.

He was quiet, he wasn’t smiling or even trying to play it of as “oh I’m just attached to my friends and the school” (nobody likes this school because… reasons haha). He just sat there looking out the window.

- Hey, you alright? I saw Fyodor didn’t say goodbye to you are you guys like mad at each other or something? - asked Dazai, it wasn’t out of concern and more of a “I’m bored and this is the newest drama” type things.

- I’m fine, just thinking things over. Yeah I guess we did fight, but I don’t wanna talk about it. - Nikolai replied trying not to look upset.

- Alright sure man, if you need to talk, you know Sigma is always there to listen. - Dazai said, not even trying to mask him not really giving a shit.

Nikolai nodded, but he definitely wasn’t gonna open up to someone, at least not someone who went to the school, he definitely didn’t want rumors about him.

The drive took awhile since Nikolai lived a few hours away from the school but when the bus eventually stopped he got off and walked home.

- There’s my boy! How was school so far? Do you have any friends? Why didn’t you call?? - Nikolai’s mom immediately ran up to him hugging him.

- It’s… fine mom, yeah I got some friends I guess. Sorry, forgot to call you. - he replied blankly, sitting down on the couch and putting his bag on the ground.

- Sweetie, are you okay? Are you upset over something? Please tell me, you know I can’t help you unless you open up. - his mom looked at him with concern.

Nikolai felt like tearing up and confessing everything but he tried to calm himself before he finally spoke:

- It’s just, I told one of my.. friends that I like guys and he wasn’t really supportive.

His mom looked at him with sympathy before grabbing his hand and looking at him reassuringly.

- That’s terrible, you should confront him. It might be a Christian school but it’s no reason to say such things. - She says, he looks at her before nodding.

- You’re… You’re right! He has no reason to treat me like this! We were friends and he betrayed that trust, I’ll give him a real ear-full when I come back to school after two weeks! - He responded, sounding more confident about this choice.

- I’m glad you’re regaining your confidence now, just one more thing. - his mom said getting up from the couch and walking to pick up his bag.

- What is it? - Nikolai asked, curious what she wanted to ask.

- Did you… Like this boy? - his mom asked, he was surprised and all his confidence disappeared once more.

- Yeah I did, I liked him. - Nikolai replied, it was technically the truth… He didn’t like Fyodor anymore, but deep down he still hoped that he would reason with him and they would get together and be happy… What a silly pipe dream thought Nikolai to himself.

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Also once again, I’m basing the majority- no literally everything almost everything off of my family since I am Russian and have had a fare share of family drama but yeah…

The names are actually kind of the same to even tho the characters who are Fyodor’s siblings aren’t my siblings and would technically be my moms siblings but whatever I’m rambling and I’m pretty sure I confused ya’ll more then I explained haha….

Anyways onto the writing thing I don’t know…

Fyodor was lucky to be picked up by his family instead of having to take the bus since he didn’t want to talk with Nikolai.

His aunt Ira was picking him up as they were all celebrating Christmas.

Fyodor hated his family as in his eyes they were stupid and annoying. But, not the less one must always love their family.

He stood at the huge gates and waited for his aunt to arrive, he saw the other kids get on the bus and side eyed them from a distance (proof I can’t write seriously)

Fydoor saw Nikolai in the distance who looked very… Sad and quiet, at least compared to his usual self.

He watched as he got on and soon drove away and couldn’t help but feel his heart sink just a little from the thought of Nikolai being upset, but he shouldn’t be like that, it’s Nikolai’s fault, he’s a sinner and will go to hell, that is what he needs to remind himself.

Soon enough Fyodor’s aunt came and picked him up.

- There’s my favorite nephew!!* - exclaimed Ira as she ran up and hugged Fyodor much to his disgruntlement and protest.

*(no cuz I legit had to search up the definition of a nephew to make sure I was getting my family trees right cuz I always forget with this stuff I dunno)

- Greetings Ira… - Fyodor replied unenthusiastically as she hugged him.

She finally let him go and they got in the car driving away.

- How has school been? You have any friends? How are your grades? - Ira asked merrily, she would often visit Fyodor and his family as well as babysit him and his siblings when his parents needed to work.

- it’s been fine. - he replied, it has always been his reply to almost anything his family asked him.

- That great! You must be really excited to see your brother and sisters! You haven’t seen them in almost half a year or so! - She was talking to herself at this point as Fyodor was just looking outside and thinking about how he reacted yesterday.

(some character lore and also explaining the half a year cuz I know it’s technically bad math. So basically Fyodor’s siblings always get sent to help their grandma with her garden in the summer or they go to bible camp, but Fyodor is their families “little genius” so they let him stay home with his books)

After many hours they made it home. They lived in a pretty good house, though it still felt cramped since most of the family came over for the holidays.

Fyodor opened the door to see a fully decorated interior full of sparkles and Christmas boggles.

His siblings were busy playing a very challenging game of Mario Kart that they had gotten as a gift from Ira (the aunt that gives you things that you want like pocket knifes)

Fyodor stepped in and took off his coat and hat. Sitting down at a table and watching as his siblings squabbled over who’s should go next and who should play (two controllers and 4 siblings)

He drifted off into his thoughts as he usually did when the conversations around him weren’t interesting enough and started thinking about the thing that’s been on his mind all day…

Nikolai.

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Fyodor had completely zoned out, thinking and replaying what happened, he hadn’t heard his sister calling his name.

- Fyodor! God I forgot how annoying you are, were you even listening?? - Asked Fyodor’s younger sister Olga, she was the snobbiest of them all and always thought she was the best out of the family.

- I would prefer if you would stop prattling, or in simple terms: shut up. - Fyodor responded, he wasn’t fond of any of his siblings… So of them were bearable but Olga always got on his nerves.

- Ugh whatever, rat. Mother and Father were calling you to come eat. - Olga grumbled before walking off.

Fyodor got up and went to eat.

The dinner was quiet apart from their parents feeble attempts to make conversation.

- So, how’s school been for all of you? - asked Fyodor’s mother.

She was a nurse in a local hospital and Fyodor’s father was a lawyer, making it so they almost never had time to spend with their kids.

For that reason, all of the kids would be sent to boarding schools.

- School’s a bitch. The teachers are annoying and so are the kids. - Spoke up Olga, the others stared at her.

Fyodor’s brother Boris giggled when she said that but Fyodor’s parents weren’t amused.

- Do not use that type of language young lady! - exclaimed Fyodor’s mother.

- Whatever, it doesn’t matter. - Olga replied rolling her eyes.

- Well, for me school is going well. - said Fyodor’s older sister Tania, she was in college already and was majoring in mathematics.

- No one cares, Tania. - responded Boris. None of the siblings really got along well.

The parents tried to sort the situation and eventually when the meal finished they went to play a family board game

For most families, holidays are the time when everyone is happy and relaxed. Fyodor’s family was the opposite.

When all the siblings were forced to spend time with one another, chaos would insue.

Everyone was arguing over monopoly while Fyodor read his book quietly not wanting to interrupt them or join them.

- Heya kiddo! - greeted Ira, she sat down next to him and he stared at her with a “get the fuck away from me” look.

-What do you want? - he asked, going back to staring at his book. If he was being honest, he hadn’t read a single page as he was still rethinking everything that had happened with him and Nikolai.

- You look bummed out lately, I wanted to find out why. You’re anti-social all the time, but not upset. - she explained.

He looked at her and the rest of the family. Out of all of them, she would probably be the least judgmental on what had happened.

- A friend at school came out to me and I insulted him. - Fyodor responded, sighing.

- So you pushed him away since being gay or supporting gay people is “against what God said”? - Ira asked making sure to not misunderstand things.

- Yes, that is what happened. - Fyodor nodded and looked at her, waiting for her input.

- Well kid, I’m gonna be honest. I think God has other more important things to worry about other then your friend liking men. - Ira answered, she had a joking attitude but was telling the truth.

- Do you think so? - asked Fyodor, he honestly wanted to agree with her since he didn’t want to have to stop being friends with Nikolai.

- Yeah, plus, let’s be honest, liking a specific gender doesn’t make you go to hell, and if it does then I guess I’ll be a chicken nugget when I die. - Ira assured, she chuckled at the last part. - If you still care for your friend, you should apologize.

Fyodor smiled and nodded.

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The rest of the holidays flew by, Nikolai spent his time just chilling and practicing his confrontation.

While Fyodor tried to think of a good way to apologize and trying not to kill someone.

Two weeks later everyone reluctantly came back to school after having fun on the break and got back to studying.

Fyodor was first to arrive at the dorm and unpacked his stuff, he decided to wait for Nikolai so he could apologize and sat down on the bed waiting for Nikolai to enter.

The door swung open and the two stared at each other before saying in unison:

- We need to talk.

(Guys they’re having the talk :0 )

- You had no right to say that you- uhh… smart idiot! - Nikolai exclaimed, he tried to keep an annoyed face which was hard since he wasn’t a particularly angry person.

- You’re right. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said those things. I apologize. - Fyodor replied, possibly his first apology ever.

- Wait seriously? You regret it? - Nikolai asked, double checking. It didn’t make sense for Fyodor to apologize at all.

- Yes, it was wrong and the gender you like doesn’t matter. - The other replied, nodding slightly. It was new for him to be the one apologizing and he was trying his best to have a more emotional and earnest look (he was being honest but he has the same emotion 90% of the time which is :/ )

- Yay! I was worried we’d argue and then be enemies but you actually agree! - Nikolai ran up and hugged Fyodor.

Fyodor was very confused by the action and wasn’t sure how to react because they just made up but decided to reciprocate and hugged Nikolai back.

- Ayeeee hell yeah love to see it. - Dazai suddenly said, he was passing by the dorm to ask Fyodor to play chess or something because Chuuya kicked him out and happened to walk in on the hug.

Nikolai was embarrassed slightly because of the insinuation that they were dating, Fyodor was just pissed because Dazai made his hug end.

Dazai noticed Fyodor’s annoyance and smirked.

- I’m just speaking facts, don’t blame me for speaking the truth. - he said before walking away as to not disrupt them further.

Fyodor sighed and turned to Nikolai:

- How was your break?

- It was great! Though, it would have been better if we didn’t fight before it, that doesn’t matter now tho!! - He replied, beaming and going back to his hyper happy mood as per usual.

- I’m glad, mine was good too. Shall we go to class now? - responded Fyodor as he stepped to closer to the door.

- Yup! - Nikolai followed close behind as they walked to class, back to their friendly ways.

The rest of the day went by as usual, Nikolai had forgotten once again all the homework they were supposed to do during break and Fyodor just found his slight panic amusing.

As Nikolai lay in bed, thinking about the events that happened, his mind wandered.

Even when Fyodor had said those things, his feelings didn’t change much even tho he knew it was stupid.

But now, Fyodor actually supported him, and maybe, the reason was he realized he had feelings for him? Nikolai knew those thoughts were silly but he couldn’t help but hope that his feelings were reciprocated.

How silly…

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The days passed quickly and Nikolai and Fyodor had become almost inseparable.

Nikolai was always hanging around Fyodor, no matter where or when they were together.

Sigma was trying to do his history homework while Nikolai was distracting him.

- Sigma, do you want a quiz?! - excitedly asked Nikolai.

- Gogol shut the actual fuck up. - Sigma replied, Nikolai had been bugging him for several hours now and he was tired of it by now. - Go back to your boyfriend.

- My what? Do you mean- We’re not dating! - he retorted, blushing slightly at the idea of dating Fyodor.

- Oh please, you’re literally with him every second! You obviously like him! - Sigma responded, he crossed his arms and stared at Nikolai who was trying to think of something to say.

- I am not! Why does it even matter? So what if I do? I mean- you know I do, still, there’s no doubt that he wouldn’t feel the same way. - Nikolai replied, Sigma wasn’t certain who Nikolai was trying to convince.

- Whatever dude, just ask him, I doubt he’d be weirded out or anything. - Sigma went back to his homework while Nikolai pondered.

- You know what… You’re right! Sigma, you simple man, you’ve done it! - Nikolai ran off and Sigma starred at him before sighing.

-Thanks… - Sigma was slightly annoyed at the back handed compliment… Actually there was no compliment… he was just annoyed at Nikolai as per usual.

Nikolai zoomed through the corridors, he reached the dorm and loudly knocked before entering anyway.

- Fedyaaaaa!!! I have something I want to say!! - He was seemingly excited, though he was nervous as well.

- What is it Kolya? - Fyodor asked, barely looking up from the book he was reading.

- I want to tell you that… I like you, I like you more then just a friend and I have for like half a year now. - Nikolai said, he was trying his best to stay calm but wasn’t doing very well.

- Nikolai, I may support you in liking guys but, if I were to date you then that would go against my religion and beliefs. - Fyodor went cold again like before, Nikolai looked at the floor and sighed.

- I thought you’d say that, but can you at least answer me one thing? - Nikolai asked, looking straight at Fyodor.

- Yes? What is it? - the other asked, he was glad Nikolai was seemingly taking the rejection well.

- Apart from the beliefs thing, do you like me in that way? - the snow haired boy was determined to get an answer but Fyodor wasn’t planning on giving him one.

- Kolya, I’m sorry I can’t tell you the answer. - Fyodor answered, he seemed a little upset by those words but stood by them.

- Alright, but let’s say your religion accepted that, then would you agree? Would you date me supposing your beliefs aren’t in the way. - Nikolai asked, he almost felt the answer and he just needed Fyodor to admit it.

- If my beliefs accepted this, I would date you. I do like you Nikolai, but I can’t- Fyodor didn’t get to finish as Nikolai grabbed his hands pulling him forward.

Nikolai kissed Fyodor.

Fyodor was shocked but didn’t try to pull away.

They eventually broke off the kiss and Fyodor just stared at Nikolai, before speaking:

- I- Oh shit…

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Nikolai and Fyodor stood in silence both blushing.

- You liked that, didn’t you? You do know what that means? - Nikolai asked as Fyodor was internally screaming.

- I- Well I mean yes, but it’s- I can’t do that! - Fyodor replied, he sat down on the ledge of the bed and covered his face.

- C’mon, it’s not that bad y’know? So what you kissed a guy, it’s fine since you liked it! - Nikolai was trying to be optimistic so that Fyodor would hopefully also cheer up.

- It is really bad, this school hates… that and so does my family! Maybe for you even if you get expelled you’ll have a place to go but if my parents knew they’d disown me. It’s not that I care but it’d be a huge inconvenience. - Responded Fyodor. He sighed and flopped down on the bed staring up and trying to think.

Nikolai sat down next to Fyodor, touching his hand to show support. He smiled and then spoke:

- If they kick us out, then so be it! We’ll run away together!

- We’ll what? You’re an idiot, no one will hire kids who have no place to stay or career experience. - Replied Dostoevsky. He sat up and looked at Nikolai in disbelief.

- Sure I am, but you kissed that idiot y’know. - Nikolai replied, smirking.

Fyodor starred at him annoyed, he felt a little flustered but calmed down and then spoke:

- Yeah but it wasn’t like I chose to, you just kinda kissed me.

- But you liked it! You did! You told me, so you can’t deny it anymore! - Nikolai beamed, he was very happy with what happened.

- I regret what I said and what happened… However – Fyodor sighed, this was stressful and annoying. He was so good at not getting close to people and Nikolai just had to mess that up. - I did enjoy it, though I don’t think it’s wise if we ever do something similar to that.

- Aww c’mon! You liked it, I liked it, you’re just causing this to drag on, it’ll eventually happen anyway! - Nikolai responded, Fyodor was supposed to be the smart one so he was really waiting for him to realize this but since he still was in denial he decided to try and nudge him slightly.

Fyodor stayed silent for a moment, playing every possible scenario thinking up to five or more years before he finally spoke:

- Damn it, you’re right.

- Yup! So c’mon, let’s give this a try! - Nikolai exclaimed, trying to speed things up since they had already beat around the bush for more then half a year.

- Alright sure. - Fyodor nodded and stood up from the bed. - One more thing though.

- Yes what is it Fedya? - asked Nikolai, curious as to what Fyodor had to say.

Instead of a response, Fyodor leaned and kissed Nikolai.

Nikolai was very surprised and got flustered fast.

- O-oh… Uhm… Alright. - He didn’t know how to react or what to do.

Fyodor nodded before leaving the room.

Nikolai stayed silent as he left the room but as soon as the door shut he screamed in excitement and happiness.

He hugged a pillow as to not scream too loud and then just sat there beaming happily.

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Nikolai had laid there for quite a bit without realizing since he was distracted with his thoughts and replaying their kisses.

He heard a knock on the door and sat up straight.

- Yes? Come in. - He said before Dazai opened the door.

- Hey Nikolai! I was looking for Fyodor, we were supposed to go play chess together but he didn’t show up so I figured he was here. - Dazai replied, looking around the small room.

- Oh he left haha! I don’t know where he went actually… - Nikolai explained, still blushing lightly from remembering the kiss.

- Yo Nikolai? - Dazai asked staring at Nikolai.

- Yea? What is it? - questioned the snow haired boy, staring at Dazai slightly confused.

- Why are you blushing? ~ asked Dazai, he already had figured it out and was just amused at Nikolai’s embarrassment as soon as he asked.

- I… Uhm Well! You see- Haha- It’s time for a quiz! How about you try and guess huh? - Nikolai suggested, there were only so many reasons one would blush… and half of them are intimate.

- You kissed Fyodor, right? ~ Dazai replied, smirking at Nikolai’s look of shock and embarassment.

- How did you- alright fine! Yes I did, happy? - asked Nikolai, he was a little annoyed at the teasingness in Dazai’s voice.

- Oh I’m very happy, I can’t wait to tell the others about this boiling hot gossip!! - He replied, turning to leave before Nikolai stopped him.

- Listen and listen carefully. If you tell anyone about what I told you, I’ll tell Chuuya about the time you danced with Sigma at the ball. - Nikolai threatened, he was quite displeased with Dazai spilling the tea especially considering all the circumstances.

- Oh my- You wouldn’t dare! Plus it was just to annoy Sigma! It wasn’t like I like I liked him, plus me and Chuuya weren’t even really dating back then! - Argued Dazai, trying to play off innocent.

- Then why did you hide it from Chuuya? You know damn well he won’t let you talk long enough to hear the reason. - Nikolai replied, crossing his arms at his victory.

- You- Whatever! I’ll have to keep this to myself until senior year now! This sucks. - Dazai pouted as he went to leave the room.

Meanwhile this was happening Fyodor was seated outside the school on the stairs, staring at nothing and rethinking his life decisions.

He wasn’t sure what to think, I mean, he liked Nikolai and what Nikolai said was the truth but it still felt somewhat bad to do.

Then again, he had committed very many sins before this… Ones even non believers think are despicable… They deserved it however.

His thoughts were cut off by a loud noise and someone exclaiming.

- Haha! Found you Fedya! There you are! - cheered Nikolai as he sat down on the step next to Fyodor.

- Is there something you need, Kolya? - asked Fyodor, Nikolai seemed as happy as ever.

- Yup! You wanna be my boyfriend? - Nikolai asked (no shame, he rehearsed on the way) while grabbing Fyodor’s hands and looking him straight in the eyes

Fyodor starred at the other in slight shock and confusion.

- Do you not think it’s soon? We only kissed twice, I mean we were friends for a while but, do you think it’s wise to do this already? - Questioned Fyodor, he thought of the other options, but he didn’t care that much… If Nikolai wanted to be his boyfriend he wouldn’t say no…

(I feel so cringe rn- I’m kinda hungry-)

- I’m sure, I’ve liked you for a while, and I want you to date you! So let’s try it! - Nikolai beamed, excitedly.

Fyodor smiled and nodded.

***************

(warning!! ?) Making out and uhm.. neck biting-

They were sitting in class, both incredibly bored, usually Fyodor would at least be paying attention but the class was boring and he had already learned the subject they were discussing so he wasn’t paying attention.

Fyodor felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to see Nikolai holding up a note.

“Wanna ditch and go hang out? :3” - read the note.

Fyodor gave a small nod and Nikolai raised his hand.

- Sir may I go to the bathroom? (bruv I haven’t been in school so long I literally forgot if this is a thing) – he asked, already thinking up a good excuse for why Fyodor would need to come with him.

- Yes alright. - The teacher responded not looking away from the board.

Nikolai and Fyodor stood up walking to the door of the classroom.

- Wait why are the two of you going? - asked the teacher as he looked up.

- Well, as you know Nikolai gets lost easily. - Fyodor explained.

- He’s been in the school for half a year now… - the teacher replied, very suspicious of them.

- Yes but he forgot the layout over the holidays. - Fyodor answered, very decadent on leaving.

- I don’t get paid enough, just go I don’t care anymore. - the teacher sighed and turned back to the board.

The two left and sneaked away to the classroom next over, it was empty today and they used that to their advantage.

Nikolai hopped onto a desk and pulled Fyodor closer to him.

(the kissing starts now)

Fyodor gently kissed Nikolai gently before unbuttoning Nikolai’s shirt collar just enough to show his neck.

- Oh? Well isn’t this fun. ~ giggled Nikolai as Fyodor trailed down his neck placing light kisses down Nikolai’s neck.

Fyodor chuckled before biting Nikolai’s neck causing the other to gasp slightly in surprise and covering his mouth.

(if anyone left you can come back now)

The door to the classroom opened, the two looked up to see Sigma who seemed shocked, annoyed and disgusted (not homophobe but just tired of them being so outward with their love around the people who know)

- Why is it always me?! Why am I the one who always finds you guys when you’re doing- that! - Sigma exclaimed.

- Next time knock, maybe then you wouldn’t walk in on us making out. - argued Fyodor.

- It’s an empty classroom! Who would knock on an empty classroom?! You guys are too gay for each other for your own good… - Sigma sighed annoyedly before turning to leave. - Oh and you really should be more careful, next time someone else may walk in.

- You’re right. We should probably go since the teacher sent you to look for us, that is why you’re here isn’t it? - asked Fyodor, Nikolai was silent not really listening to the conversation at all.

- Yeah, you guys should head back to class… Oh and you might wanna check on Nikolai I think he totally spaced out from… I’m just gonna leave honestly. - Sigma responded before heading out.

Fyodor and Nikolai followed close behind.

- Oh Nikolai, you should probably fix you shirt collar. - suggested Fyodor, pointing at the mess slightly undone shirt and some marks showing.

- You’re the one who made the mess, how ‘bout you fix it? ~ questioned Nikolai, smirking lightly.

Fyodor sighed and fixed the collar, making sure to make it cover the marks.

- There, now let’s go to class. - he said turning to the door of the classroom.

***************

A couple of months had passed and it was now the day of graduation.

There was gonna be the main ceremony and then an after party which was not so Christian.

Nikolai was ready and excited, he was finally getting some freedom.

All the fourth graders rushed out of the doors to the yard where the ceremony was happening.

There was a make shift stage made for the head master to stand on.

A grand speech to which no one was listening to was made and then the headmaster stared reading the names of the students to go get their diploma.

Each students name was read and they all had gotten their piece of paper.

The students gathered for the after party, grabbing to drink some liquor (in my country you can legally drink alcohol when you’re 18 you just can’t buy it) and get some tasty food.

Everyone celebrated and chatted, playing games and enjoying their last day together.

Fyodor was looking for Nikolai who was no where to be found.

He headed outside to check and saw Nikolai sitting on the steps outside the school.

- Hey Kolya, what are you doing out here? Do you not want to talk with the others before we all go our separate ways? - asked Fyodor as he sat down near Nikolai.

- I was just thinking that’s all, I’ll head back soon. - Nikolai responded, staring at the sky.

- I see, what were you thinking about? - asked Fyodor as he looked at Nikolai.

- Well, I was thinking that… We should run away together! - Nikolai suddenly said as he looked at the setting sun.

- Run away? We don’t have to do that, we’re free from school after all. - Fyodor replied, slightly amused at Nikolai’s dreaminess.

- You know what I mean! We can be together! Even if your family doesn’t approve! We can find a place and like be together all the time! - Nikolai excitedly spoke, he seemed set on this which made Fyodor surprised at how determined he was.

- You know you’re asking to move in with me as well as other things right? At least, that seems to be what you mean. - Fyodor chuckled moving to hold Nikolai’s hand.

- I know! But I want to do that! I want to spend all of my time with you, if you want to that is! - chuckled Nikolai as he beamed his eyes sparkling from the sun light.

- Of course, let us be free together. - Fyodor responded as he got up.

- Going somewhere? - questioned Nikolai curiously.

- Well, is there any point in waiting to find out freedom? - Fyodor asked, reaching out his hand for Nikolai to grab.

- Not at all, shall we go? - Nikolai answered, grabbing Fyodor’s hand and hoisting himself up.

Fyodor nodded and the two walked off together, going to build their own paths in life, finally free from what others think and what they force upon them.

And now that's all!!

[skyrim-said-that]

2920 vol. I-III reports

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Vol. I - Morning Star

The first book describes a collection of moments that occurred throughout the month of Morning Star. The majority of these moments depict political plans being made in the ongoing war, with some conversations relating to personal affairs and relations of these political figures. The year begins with Vivec and Almalexia discussing the ongoing war and her prophetic dream of its ending, with the realization that they need Sotha Sil if they are to win the war. In her cell, the Empress Tavia and her bodyguard are also plotting to achieve a similar goal, the death of the imperial emperor.

The emperor himself attends a celebration of South Winds prayer, and while there he discusses tactics with the Akavari Potentate Versidue-Shaie while watching a sporting battle. Finally, the mistress of a duke in Mournhold contemplates how he will receive the news of her pregnancy, revealing a glimpse of the personal lives of some of the political figures involved in the war.

Comments

While I feel like I’m missing a lot of context for these snippets of their lives, I am sort of getting the picture of everyone’s thoughts and plans for the war they are in.

I do appreciate that it’s not like a history book, a lot of it is just conversations between characters, and a few of the ongoing plot lines are interesting to me, like the Duke and Turala, Empresses Tavia and her bodyguard, and the completion of the Akavari and Cyrodill warriors.

Go off Empress Tavia I hope that ends up working

I definitely get the same bad vibes about the akavari guy that the emperor does, the guy literally talks like scar from the lion king.

Something tells me that things are about to go very badly for Turala. Getting more bad vibes.

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Vol. II - Sun’s Dawn

Over the course of Sun's Dawn, the summary recounts six distinct events that took place on six different days, each highlighting the perspectives and deeds of various notable figures. These figures include Sotha Sil, the Emperor and his mistress Rijja, the pregnant former mistress of a Duke from the house Indoral, Queen Hasaama and her husband King Dro'Zel. The book concludes with the arrival of Molag Bal, the Daedric Prince of Domination.

Comments

The author is very descriptive, I can clearly picture the serene tree by the bay where Soltha Sil teaches the new initiates, the respect he commands of his students is described just by his mannerisms. And then he told his students it was a ball of vomit. Which is kinda funny. Why are teachers like this, its giving college professor who messes with their students daily.

4 Suns Dawn threw me off bc that is a really long conversation to have mid foreplay like damn. What is going on why are you discussing politics right now? 

I feel really sad for Turala, clearly she misjudged the duke and misplaced her trust in him. I'm rooting for her.

King Dro'Zel is relatable i also get mad when sad stories make me feel emotions, tho it seems like he might be taking it a little far.

God dammit. What are u doing here moldy balls.

Welcome back my girl Almalexia

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Vol. III - First Seed

During the five documented days of First Seed, a battle was fought between Vivec's forces and the Imperial Legion. Prior to the battle, Vivec's spy within the Legion provided crucial information, allowing Vivec to set a successful trap for the Imperials. Meanwhile, Emperor Reman III and Akavir Potentate Versidue-Shaie planned their strategy, with the Emperor deciding not to lead his men into battle. As a result of Vivec's trap, the Imperials suffered a crushing defeat, with half of their forces trapped and unable to fight, and the other half swept away into a wall of spears. In a letter to her sister, Rijja writes that her lover, the Emperor, is hunting for the spy within the Legion, and is so desperate to find the spy he suspects her.

Comments

We seem not that concerned that the emperor's son got poisoned. Also, what is an emperor without a little racism? Also, I do not trust Versidue Shaie. And I forgot this is technically a history book about the end of an 80-year-long war and I was like damn this is heavy lmao. 

Good for Cassyr Whitley 

Why is Vivec applying toddler nap logic to his soldiers? Like I get that you didnt want them to party but you could have just told them not to party you are the boss

Holy shit the imperial army just got fuckkkkeddd Vivec was good at this. Like in all seriousness hes clearly a better tactician than Miramor and that of the emperor. 

Not Rijja telling her sister her lover thinks she's a Morrowind spy and her life there is miserable at the moment and her sister still being jealous.

Also a big thank you to Liber Somnia for his audiobooks on youtube of this series, total life saver!

[survivorsfm]

*       NUTTEHWRITES   ASKED       :       MW roles / faceclaims / vibes ?

ohhhhh. are u ready for this ? okay. first, mw roles: the bloater’s manager, doctors, our communication tower’s maintainer, our clerk ( if they’re the clerk from the originals even better ), lit any role from the maintenance wing, a teacher, professors / instructors for the technical school, a blacksmith is also highly wanted, our head of training, our chief guard, farmhands and our butcher ! also any of the available roles from the originals being taken would be amazing *intense star eyes emoji* for face claims, i’m gonna leave you some of my personal favorites but also some of the names that have come up repeatedly among our members: mackenyu arata, idris elba, viola davis, havana rose liu, carla gugino, mena massoud, brie larson, julia dalavia, louis hofmann, ricky whittle, jessie mei li, rahul kohli, angela bassett, courtney eaton ( lit anyone from yellowjackets actually ), victoria pedretti, paul mescal, ayo edebiri, milly alcock, may calamawy, gabriel luna. if none of these inspire or convince you lmk, i have a fuckton of other names and we also have a most wanted tag and a most wanted sideblog you can always check ! finally, for vibes: i’d love to see the town clown or stoner ( or both ) ; someone shy whose shyness often makes them irritable, annoyed with themself even; someone mistrustful that doesn't really rely on anybody specifically because they come from a qz or another community where they were betrayed; an openly hostile but not bad person, just someone who’s not nice but they’re also very productive and hardworking so they actually give a lot to the community ( and care a lot about it ) even when they bark at everyone every other day; some flamboyant gays would be fun to have; people who don’t give a fuck about the end of the world they’re just chilling; someone who lost everything way before the outbreak so now they’re like meh, this is fine. and honestly i could go on for ages, but i’ll stop here because i have no intentions of rewriting the bible sjfjdkdk. hope some of these help you, my beloved ! and sorry for the late answer, i’ve been a lil bit busy irl. :(

[blues824]

💉The first years having a lady tomoya s/o

💉Learning that she is a demon and only needs a cup of blood to survive.

(that the teachers and headmaster agreed on and giving her donation blood )

💉Them learning about her blood demon art when a overbolt happened and they saw them drawing blood from her wirst to use it them learning they can heal faster than normal humans.

💉Seeing a serious s/o with the chaotic 1st years is something I (yushiro gives me sebek vibes)

♥️♠️🍎🐺🐊📖

I loved the concept of this, so here you go!

Ace Trappola

When he learns that you are a demon, he lets out the most high-pitched scream you have ever heard. He acts all tough until you spill that on him and now he’s trembling in his Heartslabyul uniform. 

He calms down when he hears you say that you buy blood from consenting donors rather than just taking it for yourself. This… unique business transaction is mutually beneficial because you help someone financially and they help you with sustainment.

He is definitely the type to either fake an injury or exaggerate a small injury just so you could patch him up and soothe him. To get your attention, he will definitely lay his head on your lap and pout until you start giving him love and affection.

When Riddle overblotted, that was the first time where you demonstrated your blood demon art. You made Riddle hallucinate through your blood, which allowed the students to take him down. From there, you nursed him back to health as best you could.

You earn a lot of respect on campus since you are very serious and you tend to break up a lot of fights. You are a role model in class and all the teachers and professors always use your work as examples.

One time, Cater and Trey were going to Sam’s shop for ingredients when they walked in on you scolding Ace for running his mouth and getting into a fight because of it. You, who believed that violence was never the answer, felt betrayed.

I do think you would have to take online classes most of the time due to the sun being harmful to demons. Since Ace isn’t nocturnal, it causes some problems, but late night weekends are great for the both of you.

Deuce Spade

When he learns that you are a demon, I feel like he’d see it as really cool. I mean, the love of his life is so beautiful yet dangerous. He might be a little intimidated at times, but he doesn’t love you any less than he did.

He understands that you need sustainment, and he finds it nice (in a more unique way) that you buy blood from consenting donors. When he sees you drink it, it reminds him a lot of vampires and how they suck the blood of humans.

He won’t fake an injury to get your attention. Rather, whenever he felt attention starved, he would get into a fight with someone over the smallest thing just so you would focus on him, even if it was in a negative way. 

When Riddle overblotted, it was the first time you demonstrated what you could do. Everyone around you saw Riddle get distracted by something and that led them to a weak point. Even though he would never tell you, Deuce got jealous about how caring and motherly you were acting towards his Housewarden while nursing him back to health.

You have everyone’s respect here. The teachers love you, the students want to be you. You’ve saved so many students from Deuce. I’m not joking. You would arrive before the fight starts and drag him away by the ear.

You’ve scolded him many times and brought up the promise he made to his mother and how he wouldn’t be honoring it by fighting. He understands where you’re coming from, but it low-key still hurts whenever you’re right.

You take online classes most of the time so as to not get hurt by the sun, so he would often go over to Ramshackle to hang out with you and study with you as well. Maybe late-night library study dates. There’s not many options here until Rip-off MJ finds a way to conquer the sun.

Jack Howl

When he finds out you’re a demon, he doesn’t really care either. He’s a beastman… so what? It doesn’t matter to him, as long as you both love each other. He’s not very intimidated, but he’s aware that you could kill him in a few seconds if so desired.

Just like he needs meat to sustain his wolfly diet, you need blood to sustain your demonic diet. He might be a tad uncomfortable with you casually drinking blood, but at least you buy it from a willing person rather than just taking a bite.

I feel like he doesn’t get injured often, but he might feel sore from either P.E. or Magift practice. He would go to you to calm down and feel at peace as you massaged his back and shoulders, as well as giving some medicine to keep the soreness to a minimum

When Leona overblots, you took the chance to demonstrate a small portion of your power by distracting him via hallucination. Diasomnia was quickly evacuated, and the other students defeated Leona. Jack also got a bit territorial when you acted so kind to his Housewarden while he was recovering.

Even in Savanaclaw, you are very well-respected. Some even bow their heads as if you were a person of royalty. You help out as best you can in the infirmary as well as just in Savanaclaw since most of them do extreme sports. 

He tries his best to not get into fights, but sometimes it’s necessary. You are both at a mutual understanding that Jack would try his best to avoid it, or try not to bring too much damage until you arrived on scene.

Since you have to remain online, your relationship becomes a tad more complicated. However, Jack switches from morning runs to walks so that he can have enough energy to do a night walk as well. Study dates are also a necessity.

Epel Felmier

He’s another one who’s scared when he finds out you’re a demon. Sure, there are beastmen on campus, but they don’t consume the blood of humans… which is what he is. He will try to make it seem like he isn’t phased, but he definitely is.

His heart starts beating again when you tell him that you purchased it from consenting donors and would never do anything evil like what he originally thought. He does find it disturbing whenever he sees you drinking human blood, but he would fight anyone who talked about it.

With your medical knowledge, you serve a great purpose in Pomefiore. You have dabbled in dermatology since it ties with other illnesses and therefore can give advice to the students of that dorm. You often would politely giggle at Epel’s pure hatred for Vil’s skincare routine for him.

When Vil overblots, that’s when you expose your powers. You are able to 1) Make Vil hallucinate and therefore get distracted, and 2) Get him to spill the beans as to why he overblotted in the first place. You then helped nurse him back to health (Epel totally didn’t get jealous).

You are often consulted within the Dorm because of your medical knowledge as well as your beauty. Vil sees you as a friend, and so does Rook. Epel’s glad that you are welcome to the dorm because it means he gets even more time to see you.

Country boy means fights. There is no way he won’t get into one if he gets the chance. Of course, he has to face Vil’s and your anger when he comes back, but yeah. There have been many times where you stood there with a disappointed look on your face.

You remain in Pomefiore to do your classes so that you can spend more time with your boyfriend. Vil might disagree with staying up so late, but Epel just wants to spend time with you as well. With the promise of being cooperative during the next day’s skin care routine, Vil reluctantly allows it.

Sebek Zigvolt

At least you aren’t a weak human. If I’m not wrong, demons live longer than even faes do… so yeah. You understand the power of a monarchy, and you understand that the young lord must be given the utmost respect. That being said, you’re alright in his book.

He does get a bit disturbed whenever he sees you casually drinking a cup of blood, but it’s not the weirdest or most horrifying thing he’s seen in Twisted Wonderland. You gladly explain that you buy the blood you need from consenting donors, and that you don’t take any more than necessary.

He would never tell you whenever he wants your attention. He will instead start yelling at everyone for any minor inconvenience. Only you have the power to calm him down, and that’s by forcing him to lay his head in your lap, where you start telling him a story. He will fall asleep dreaming of whatever you tell him.

When dealing with the overblots, you cut yourself so as to expose the blood you have. Many have been captivated by the spell and got distracted, leaving an opening that the others used to their advantage. Plus, you nurse the victims back to health.

You are also respected in Diasomnia because of the power you have. While you don’t condone violence, there are other ways to defeat someone. Plus, your medical knowledge exceeds that of most professionals. 

From what I’ve seen, he’s all bark and no bite, so you don’t have to scold him a lot. However, there’s that once in a blue moon where he does get dragged into the first years’ problems and you come and drag all of them by the ears to the Headmage. 

You do online courses at Diasomnia, but there are a few times where you still have to go back to Ramshackle. Whenever that happens, Sebek will gladly take your arm in his and escort you safely to retrieve whatever you need to. It’s always peaceful when you both walk there and back. Truly romantic.

[songbirdstyles]

when i kissed the teacher.

summary: the one man you want more than anything is the one man you can’t have - your english professor.

warnings: teacher/student relationship, age gap (implied), f receiving oral, whole lotta smut, whole lotta feelings, whole lotta angst

word count: 14.7k (strap in)

song inspo.: when i kissed the teacher - abba

There was something special about Professor Styles.

You knew it, and so did every other girl who took his class. Your less-than-appropriate feelings about him were shared and that should’ve made you feel better about having them - at least you weren’t as obvious as some of the other girls who obviously took a fancy to your English professor. You applauded their efforts, showing up to classes in short skirts and low cut tops in the hopes that they’d catch his eyes drifting down to their chests while he passed out your essays -

But they hadn’t had any luck yet. He was a very respectable man, and more than his looks, that was what you appreciated about him. He was passionate about English, with a curriculum that appealed to you from the very first day and essay topics that forced you to look deeper into every book that the class read. He was one of the youngest professors on campus and you could tell something about that seemed to motivate him - to not be seen as a joke by the older professors, to be taken seriously by the students, some of which weren't much younger than him.

You decided, after your very first class with him, that, in any other universe, you’d have fallen in love with him. Or perhaps tried to jump his bones immediately.

Something of that sort.

As classes progressed you found yourself only liking him more. His classes were as difficult as you’d anticipated and you should have hated it, hated how much work and effort you had to put into every assignment but you absolutely adored it. You loved doing his essays, loved the novels he picked, loved the look on his face when he handed back your assignments with a 100% scribbled on top.

Most of your assignments, at least.

It didn’t really make sense to you, why your 1984 analysis should have gotten a 71%. Truthfully, you’d felt confident while writing it - it was such an easy analysis that you’d decided to go a little deeper, spending more time on it than was necessary, because you were sure he’d be tired of reading the same essay from everybody over and over again. So you gave him something different and maybe you should have stuck to analyzing the same themes that everyone else did.

“If any of you are confused about your grade,” Professor Styles announces to the class when everyone has gotten their essays back, time left in class slowly ticking down, “please feel free to see me after class. M’happy to discuss any concerns with you.”

Perhaps you’re being paranoid, but you could’ve sworn you felt his eyes land on you.

Class ends within a few minutes and you take your time packing your things back into your bag, waiting until the last kid has trickled from the lecture hall before swinging your bag over your shoulder and making your way down to his office. The door is cracked open and he’s barely sat down at his desk when you knock, flashing him a smile before pushing the door open a bit more.

You clear your throat before saying, “Hey, um, sorry to bother you - ” he interrupts you, telling you that it’s no bother at all “ - I’m just kind of confused on why I did badly on this essay.”

He nods, motioning for you to come in, and you step inside before shutting the door behind you. His office is small and cramped, with bookshelves lining the walls and a couch pressed into the corner. It’s a good vibe, you have to admit, although slightly messy. Perhaps you’d describe it as cozy, and it seems to fit him well. 

There’s an empty seat in front of his desk and you sit down in it awkwardly, placing your essay in front of him. His eyes skim the first page before he tells you, “You usually do really well on essays, and this was … a really easy one.”

“I know,” you tell him, leaning forward to try and read what he’s reading. “I just thought you might be looking for something more complex. It seemed too simple.” When you look up, he’s staring at you, and you feel heat flood to your cheeks. “I don’t - I don’t know.”

“It really is that simple, I promise,” Professor Styles informs you, and he pushes your essay back to you. “But you’re one of my best students, and I don’t want to let this bring down your grade. So, I have an idea for how you can make it up.”

Your mind runs through all the ways you’d want to make it up to him - most of them involve you being on your knees, and you cough into your elbow. He doesn’t know what you’re thinking, but it doesn’t stop you from feeling embarrassed about it. Fantasizing about your professor from across the lecture hall is one thing, but you’re barely a foot apart from him now and you’re almost nervous he can hear your thoughts.

“I’ll do anything.” And you don’t care about the ways he could interpret it. He drums his fingers on his desk, and when you look down at his hand, you notice with a start that his nails are painted - you’d never seen that before, but you’d also never been this close to him, you suppose. You wonder if he gets them done or if he does them himself - you can’t picture him going to a salon, and the thought of him painting his own nails could make you cum on its own.

You don’t realize he’s been speaking until you zone back in, and when you look back up at him, he furrows his brows at you. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, sorry.” You shake your head. “Just - um - could you repeat that?” His eyes linger on you for just a beat too long, and your face flushes again. “So distracted,” he murmurs in a faux chastising tone, and your stomach flips. “What I said was that I’m willing to put this essay in as a 97 - your average for the class - if you would help me with grading some things. Not too heavy, maybe an hour or two after class. I’ve been falling behind with a lot of my classes and I’ve been looking for help, anyway, so it works out for both of us.”

Jesus Christ. Spending an extra hour every day with Professor Styles sounds like a recipe for disaster, and yet it also sounds completely perfect at the same time, and you’re nodding before you can fully process the pros and cons of the situation. “That sounds great. I mean, really - thank you so much.”

“S’my pleasure,” he informs you, giving you a large, dimpled smile. “So, after class, tomorrow - when I’m caught up and don’t need your help anymore, you’re off the hook.” 

“Got it.” you stand, grabbing your essay and your bag and making your way towards the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

“Tomorrow,” he echoes, and the last thing you see before you shut the door is him, bringing his hand up to wave you off.

 ---

 When class concludes the next day you maintain the same habit as you did the day prior - watching every student trickle out the door before swinging your bag over your shoulders, grabbing the two cups of tea that you’d made before class and making your way down to the front of the lecture hall.

Professor Styles stands in the doorway of his office, holding the door open for you - you make your way inside with a tight, only slightly awkward smile. His eyes roll over the two cups that you’re holding and he asks, with a mildly amused inflection in his voice, “I guess you like tea quite a bit, then?”

You smile, looking down at your cups, and when he shuts the door you hold one out to him. “I do like it a lot, but this one’s for you. You know, to say thank you for giving me a freebie, and also because you look like the kind of guy who loves tea.”

He laughs and your grin widens at the noise - god, it’s like music to your ears, and you would do anything to keep hearing it from him. He reaches out to take the cup from you and brings it up to his mouth, taking a small sip - when he’s done his tongue pokes out to lap up a bit of tea from his lip, and you try to ignore how much the minuscule motion affects you. “This is perfect, Y/N. Just the way I like it. You’re an angel.” Your cheeks heat up, and then he says, “But you don’t need to thank me. I’m probably gaining more from this arrangement than you are, truthfully. People are starting to get annoyed with how I’ve been falling behind grading, which is where you come in.”

Yes, you’d heard the girls next to you whispering about how bothersome it was that they’d submitted three essays in the past month and had only gotten one back. Why does he give out so much work if he’s never gonna hand it back? 

It didn’t bother you too much.

“Well - alright, then. You’re welcome for helping you grade,” you tell him, pulling out the chair in front of his desk and settling in, dropping your bag beside you. You take another brief moment to glance around his office, as though expecting something to change, but it’s the same distinctly messy, cramped office that it had been yesterday. At some point, you should tell him that he ought to clean out his space, but that’s not what you’re here for - yet.

Professor Styles nods, making his way to the other side of his desk and plopping down in his spinning chair - it was quite nice, and made you wonder why the one you sat in seemed to be falling apart at the seams. But, then, you supposed teacher salary didn’t leave room for spectacular seating. “See, that’s the spirit.” All at once, the casual discussion between the pair of you died as he dug in the drawers of his desk for something - and then he plopped a large stack of papers on the table between you both. “This isn’t all of them - not even close. You’re very smart, so this should be pretty easy for you. Just read through them, add any notes, things they need to work on, and look at the rubric for a final grade.”

You nod, picking the first essay off the top of the pile and reaching for a pen from the cup on his desk - it’s a coffee mug with the Rumours by Fleetwood Mac album cover on it, and you take a moment to marvel at it briefly. “You like Fleetwood?” you question, voice seeming unnaturally loud in the sudden quiet of his office. “Didn’t strike me as that kind of guy.”

He looks up, then, from where he’d already begun scribbling bright red notes into the margin of someone’s essay. His eyes trail down to the mug full of pens, and then back up to meet yours. “You seem to make a lot of assumptions about the kind of guy I am. What’s that all about?”

“Nothing,” you assure him, your voice faux sweet and innocent, and he smiles slightly. “But I’m glad you have an appreciation for really good music. I was worried your music taste would be terrible, and then I’d have to live with the knowledge that Professor Styles exclusively listens to Justin Bieber.”

Your professor rolls his eyes, smile tugging at his lips. “You know,” he begins, “you don’t have to call me Professor Styles. Not outside of class, at least. It sounds weird when it’s just the pair of us here.”

“Oh.” You pause. “What should I call you, then?”

“Harry’s fine.”

Harry Styles. The name flows easily off the tongue as you test it out in a teasing tone, your eyes meeting his as you do, and your cheeks flush. You don’t know if it's commonplace for professors to allow random students to drop formalities and call them by their first names but you’ll accept it anyway - all you know is that, when you go home tonight, the thought of calling him Harry will fill your mind until you can’t stand it anymore. 

Harry as he buries his face between your thighs.

Harry as he pounds you into the mattress.

Harry as he bends you over his desk - this desk - the one you’re sitting at right now.

You cough into your arm and pick up your pen, pressing your thighs together to try and alleviate the throbbing that’s now affecting your body. You should’ve known not to let your mind wander because you’ve barely been here for 15 minutes and you already feel like you need to go rub one out in the bathroom. But you pause - take a sip of your tea, though it’s nearly gone from drinking it so much in class - and get to work grading Brianna Valeria’s essay on Death Comes to the Archbishop. The rubric sits on the desk next to you and you bury yourself in your work - if Harry notices the sudden silence that’s overtaken you, he doesn’t mention it.

For the rest of the hour, the pair of you work in silence. It’s comforting and surprisingly not awkward, and occasionally you ask his opinion on something one of his students wrote in their essays, but the playful banter you’d had before has dissipated. You’ve finished your tea and you suspect he has, as well, with the way he’s been feverishly drinking it.

“Oh,” he says, suddenly, and you glance up from where you’re in the middle of scribbling red notes into the margins of Alexander Simmons’ essay. “You should probably get going.”

One quick glance down at your phone proves that he’s right, and you rise from the extremely uncomfortable seat you’ve been perched in for the hour - you can practically hear your butt crying in relief. “Thank you so much for the tea,” Harry tells you, handing back his cup, and it’s empty, like you expected. “And - um. You don’t have to call me Harry if it makes you uncomfortable. Just thought it would be less formal, but if you don’t want to, it’s fine.”

Ah. He took your silence as you being uncomfortable calling him Harry. Well, it’s better than him knowing just how wet the sentiment made you, but you shake your head immediately. “No. No, I prefer calling you Harry. You’re right - it’s weird when it’s just us.”

He grins at you, then, standing up from his seat and stretching his arms over his head. “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, then, Ms. Y/L/N.”

“You know, if I’m calling you Harry now, I think you should drop formalities too. Make it equal.”

“Okay … Y/N. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Bye, Harry,” you tell him, turning and walking out of his office with your phone in your pocket and two cups in your hands, blissfully unaware of your abandoned bag still sitting next to the terribly uncomfortable chair you’d been all too quick to leave.

 --

 It’s only when you’ve finished the trek back to your dorm, the sun beginning to lower down into the horizon, that the absence of your bag on your shoulder becomes prominent.

You can’t get into your building without your key and your key is in your bag and your bag is … back in Harry’s office, where you nearly made yourself cum just thinking about him. And the thought of having to go back across campus, back to his office, when he might not even be there, is not favorable, but you need your key and you need to bang out homework tonight, so with a soft groan you spin on your heel, walking away from the warm comfort of your building and making your way back to his.

As summer bled into fall and fall begins to bleed into winter, the weather has changed so drastically in just the past week or so that you tug your cardigan closer to your body, but the air that seeps through the holes in the crocheted sweater send goosebumps trailing up and down your body. The wind whips your face and brings tears to your eyes that run down your cheeks, and when you’re finally at the door of Harry’s building it’s a welcome surprise to walk inside, allowing the warmth to embrace you - even if the shock of the changing temperatures causes your eyes to water again.

His office is on the 2nd floor, so you pull open the door to the staircase and make your way up the two flights. Most professors have gone home for the day, classrooms dark as you speed past them to where you know his office is. 

His office is dark and your heart sinks at the sight - there are a few posters pinned to the small window, but you can see the lack of light clear as day. Your hand grasps the doorknob anyway, turning it without any hope that it would open - but then it was, giving you access to his dark office, and by the seat you’d occupied later you can make out your bag.

A breath of relief escapes your throat as you take a step inside, reaching down to swing it over your shoulder before turning to leave. And then you hear it - a small breath, an indicator of someone else in the room, and you whip around to look back around at the office.

Oh.

Harry sits in his chair, face buried in his arms, fast asleep. His hair is messy and in front of him sits the stack of essays you’d been working at early, hardly any smaller than when you’d left. It would nearly be an adorable sight - your professor, passed out at his desk - but it just seems concerning, and without thinking you’ve leaned over the desk, placing your hand on his shoulder and shaking him slightly.

“Professor?” your voice is soft, barely audible, and you speak louder when you say, “Harry?”

He doesn’t respond, so you say, louder still, “Harry?”

Then he stirs slightly under your touch, and you drop your hand from his shoulder as he lifts his head from where it had been resting on his arms, looking up at you with messy eyebrows and a thoroughly confused expression on his face. “What - what are you doing here?” Jesus. His voice is deep and raspy, sounding as though he’d been sleeping for ages instead of merely less than an hour, and if his present state wasn’t slightly concerning to you, you know that you’d feel the effects of his words between your thighs. But you pause, staring down at him, before asking, “What are you still doing here?”

“Just working on some grading.” He runs a hand through his hair, looking around the darkened office with an air of distinct confusion.

“With all due respect, Harry,” you tell him, adjusting your bag on your shoulder. “I think you’re burning yourself out. You should go home.”

He hesitates, and then questions, “Why are you here? I thought you left -”

“I forgot my bag,” and you hold it up to demonstrate it to him. “Are you going to go home? I’m serious - you need a break. And to sleep on a bed.”

“I’m fine,” Harry says, and he stands up from his chair. It moves back and hits the wall with a soft thud that goes unnoticed by both of you. “You should go home, too. I need to finish some stuff up. I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.”

To neither of your surprise, you don’t move from your spot standing before his desk. You cross your arms over your chest, digging your sneakered toe into the plush rug on the floor of his office - you hadn’t noticed it before, but it’s pale blue and bright against the mahogany floors. The brief silence between you two, daring either of you to speak, fills the confined space and all you can hear is the ticking of the clock behind you, and finally you say, “You’re not going to get anything done when you’re exhausted. I mean, you fell asleep on the essays. How are you going to explain why there’s drool on their assignments?”

He gives you a tight lipped smile in response, looking down at the essay he’d been working on as if to check that no saliva had landed on the words. “You caught me at a bad time. I don’t usually fall asleep on top of student essays, I promise - but you should be heading out now. It’s getting dark.”

It is getting dark, he’s right - the window behind his desk shows the darkness that newly falls over the campus. And the thought of walking home in the dark scares you just a bit, but you’ll suck it up if it gets him to go home too. “Harry.”

“Y/N.”

“I’ll help you grade tomorrow. But you’re fucking yourself here -”

(Harry laughs at your choice of words internally, but it comes out as a small release of air and a soft grin.)

“ - so come on. Walk out with me so I can make sure you’re actually going home.”

Perhaps he’s realized he’s fighting a losing battle here, because finally he looks back down at the stack of ungraded essays with a small sigh and then says, “Fine.”

“Great.” Your grin widens across your face, and for a moment you make to hold out your hand to him, to drag him along like you would to any of your friends - but the second your hand raises you drop it down to your side, and heat burns your cheeks. He’s not one of your other friends, you tell yourself, stepping out of his office, hearing him walk behind you. And you can’t hold his hand, even as a joke.

“Where’s your dorm?” Harry asks you as he locks the door to his office and jiggles the handle to check it, and you jump at the chance to forget about what happened - you don’t want to dwell on it. “Is it far?”

“Across campus.” You raise your arm and point in the distinct direction of where your building is. “Closer to the cafeteria, I guess.”

“Christ, you have a trek, then, don’t you?”

“Yeah.” The pair of you make your way to the staircase, and from the corner of the eye you can see his head turning left and right down the hallway, as if scanning to see if there’s anyone coming - you can imagine it wouldn’t be great for him to be seen with a student long after classes ended. “I had to haul ass there and back to get my bag.”

He doesn’t respond for a moment, not until you’ve left the warm building and made your way into the cold air, the sun now having retreated for the night, and immediately you wrap your sweater tighter around yourself to try and provide some semblance of warmth. Harry glances down at you with a bemused smile, and you hoist your bag further up your shoulder.

“Well,” you sigh, breath coming out in white puffs. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then. Don’t burn yourself out, professor. And get a good night’s rest.”

Harry rolls his eyes. “Shouldn’t I be telling you that?”

“Maybe.” You grin, feeling goosebumps sprout on your skin, and you shiver before turning in the direction of your dorm - the thought of walking home in the dark and cold doesn’t sound too great, but you’ve become good at dealing with it. “Goodnight, Harry.”

He doesn’t respond, and you’ve taken a few steps away when he calls out, “D’you want a ride?”

What?

“Y’know, like a ride back to your dorm. I can drop you off in the back - it’s just really cold and I’m sure you don’t want to walk so far in the dark.”

You turn back around to look at him, his cheeks a light shade of pink - whether from the cold or his offer, you can’t tell. And you’d love to jump in his car, accept his offer without a shadow of hesitation, but - “Is that allowed?”

Harry shrugs, and you know that’s code for absolutely not. “No one has to find out.”

(Your stomach drops, then.)

“Sure.” You take a few steps back towards him, and he spins on his heel, leading you to his car, and you walk in silence until you reach it. By the time you’re both safely in his car - his head turning every so often to check if there was anyone watching the pair of you - you’re shivering desperately, and you know you would have been positively miserable walking back to your dorm in these temperatures. “Thank you so much, Harry.”

“S’no problem, really.” His hand goes behind your seat as he turns to look behind him, and you hate the way the simple action makes you feel. “I’d rather know you get home safe than have you walk so far in the dark. Pretty girl like you, can never be too careful.”

You pause, cheek pressed against the cold window, and turn to look at him with a small smile. “Ooh, I’m a pretty girl now?”

“Wasn’t the point, Y/N,” Harry mutters, dropping his hand onto the center console, and if it were anyone else driving you like this, you’d rest your hand on top of his, intertwining your fingers and pressing your palms together. But he’s your professor, as much as you’re beginning to wish he weren’t, so you slide your hands beneath your thighs. “Which building, again?”

“McKinley,” you respond, voice barely louder than the sound of the heat blasting into his car. 

His car smells like eucalyptus and mint, and it’s surprisingly clean compared to his office - you wonder if his house is messy or clean, or a balanced mix, because you can’t quite catch a vibe for whether he’s organized or not. But, no - you’ll never see his house, surely. You can’t. 

“I used to date a girl who lived at McKinley,” he tells you, and you exhale slowly. You can tell he’s merely trying to make conversation but the sentiment isn’t making your internal conflicts any easier to manage. “Real nice dorms.”

“They’re alright.” In fact, you’ve been at university for 3 years and resided in 3 different dormitories and they’re your least favourite, with furniture that’s too big for rooms that are too small and bathrooms that can hardly fit more than 5 people, but you don’t tell him that. “Not the greatest.”

“S’what she told me, too,” Harry says, and you smile down at your lap, but you can’t find anything else to respond to that, so you take to gazing out the window.

Within a few seconds he’s slowing down, and you can recognize the back entrance to your building. You reach down and pick your bag off the ground, digging through it to find your key.

When you have it clutched in your hand, you unbuckle your seatbelt and turn to look at him - to your surprise his eyes are already on you, and you swallow thickly. “Um - thanks for driving me.”

“Don’t worry about it.” 

You hesitate a moment before turning and swinging open the car door. You hop out and, just before you can shut it, he says, “Y/N.” And when you duck your head back into his car, raising your eyebrows, he adds, “Please don’t tell anyone I drove you home. You’re right - s’not allowed.”

“Alright.” Then, before you can help yourself, you flash him a wide grin and say, “Thanks for letting me be the exception, then.”

With that, you shut the door of his car, bounding up to the door of your building, and you swear you can feel his gaze remaining on you before his car drives off, and when you turn back around, it’s gone.

(In the back of your mind, you’re entirely too aware of the fact that merely sitting in his car crossed some sort of line that you didn’t know existed until now, but you don’t really know how far past it you are - not yet.)

 --

 “I have a question.”

You look up from the rubric you’d been working at - the student whose essay you’re grading hadn’t done too well on it, but you were trying to give them the most points you could, anyway. Harry’s looking down at his essay like he hadn’t spoken, but when he feels your gaze on him, he continues. “Why did you care so much? Yesterday. Me grading more s’less work for you to do. I feel like you should be loving that shit.”

It’s a reasonable question but, for a moment, you struggle thinking of how to answer it without exposing yourself to him. Finally, you give him a grin and say, “Well, if you were sleep deprived, it would make you mean.” He chuckles softly, and you can tell that’s not the answer he wanted, and it couldn’t have been further from the truth. So you add, “I guess I’m used to being the mom friend. Making sure all of my friends get a good night’s sleep and whatever.”

Harry pauses. “So we’re friends, then.”

You shrug, trying to stop the smile from peeking through onto your face. Being friends with Harry sounds positively dreamy and if it could segue into something else - whichitcan’t - you’d be the happiest girl alive.

You nod. “Yeah, aren’t we.” But it isn’t a question, and you can see the way his eyes twinkle at your response.

After a moment, you shift in your entirely entirely entirely too bloody uncomfortable chair, the wood making your butt ache. “I have a question, now.”

“Yeah?”

“Why’d you pick the most uncomfortable chair you possibly could for your guests to sit in?”

“Gets ‘em out of my office quicker.” Harry glances up and meets your glare with a laugh. “But I don’t want you to leave, so you can move to the couch, if you’d like.”

You hop out of the chair without a second’s hesitation, clutching your essay and your pen, flopping down on the couch and feeling your body weight sink into it. God, it’s so soft and your body relaxes into it, the relief of not being confined to the small, wooden chair so magnificent you could scream. Harry watches you with an amused grin, and says, “I feel like you’re being just a bit dramatic here.”

“Me? Dramatic? Never.” You sprawl yourself across the couch, head atop of the armrest, staring up at the white ceiling tiles above you. “I’m telling you, Harry, that chair is terrible. You should burn it.”

“So dramatic.”

You roll your eyes, sitting up slightly so you can rest your paper on your lap and still manage to scrawl semi-legible notes on this person’s piss poor essay. You wonder, briefly, if this is how Harry felt when he’d graded your 1984 essay, but - well - doesn’t matter now. And you’d fail that essay a thousand times over to get to this point, a point of companionship with your professor that you’re not sure any other student has felt with him before. At least, none that he’s told you about. It makes you feel special, and spectacular, and also the tiniest bit confused.

Why are you so special?

Maybe he’s lonely, or he’s merely entertaining your presence because you’re helping him grade, but you swear you can feel something more hidden within the lines of your relationship.

It doesn’t really matter, though, even if it is just a tad confusing.

“You should get going,” Harry tells you after another 15 minutes of you working at grading the essay. “You’ve been here for nearly two hours, bloody hell, wasn’t watching the time at all.”

“I don’t mind,” you say, though, in truth, you do have quite a bit of homework to work on later. “Don’t really have anything else to do.”

You sit up anyway, swinging your legs over the edge of the couch and stretching your arms above your head. Tiredness is beginning to affect you but you try not to let it.

“Well, in any case, you should be heading out now.” Harry nods his head towards the window behind him, the blinds pulled up so you can see the sun, nearly completely sunk below the horizon, the sky fading from reds and oranges to a dark shade of blue.

“What about you, professor?”

“What about me?” “You’re going home now too - right?”

He looks at you with a faux annoyed glare, but he can’t help the amusement from seeping through his features, and finally he breaks your stare with an exhale of breath. “I don’t think I’ll ever win this against you, will I?”

And you shake your head in response. “Never. So let’s go. Get your things.”

You take the next five minutes to gather all your stuff - resting the essay on top of his desk, sliding your phone and water bottle into your backpack, and zipping your bag shut - as Harry grabs his computer bag and his key. The two of you move surprisingly in sync with each other, sorting all of your stuff from around his small office, before making your way outside with him locking the door behind him.

It’s nearly completely dark, even colder than it had been the day prior. You reach behind you and pull the hood of your sweatshirt over your hair, protecting your ears, at least, from the chill.

You turn and face him, giving him a wide smile. The air is silent around you, surprisingly empty though the bitterness of the cold must be a contributing factor to that. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Professor. Make sure you get a good night’s rest -”

“Don’t want a ride?”

Your grin widens, and his eyes sparkle, even in the darkness, at your expression. “Well, of course I do, but it’s rude to invite myself into your car.”

“You’re not inviting yourself - I’m inviting you. Or, rather, demanding you. C’mon.”

Harry walks fast and you have to speed up your pace to keep up with him, though you suspect that has something to do with wanting to be free of any wandering eyes as quickly as possible. You recognize his car in the parking lot and bound ahead of him, standing by the passenger side door and wrapping your arms around yourself to try and warm yourself up, and for a moment his pace slows as he stares and looks at you. Standing by his car, holding an incredibly oversized hoodie tight to your body, a wide smile gracing your face.

“Staring is rude, professor,” you inform him as he shakes his head, unlocking his car and climbing into the driver’s seat. “Didn’t your mother ever tell you that?”

Your lilt is teasing but you can tell it makes him slightly defensive either way.

“S’hard not to sometimes,” Harry tells you, and you giggle softly.

“So first, I’m a pretty girl, and now I’m hard not to stare at?” You drop your head back against the headrest, blowing air softly out of your mouth as you reach to buckle your seatbelt. “Keep this up, Harry, and my ego’s gonna be too big to even fit in your car.”

Harry laughs at that, resting his hand on your seat to back out of his parking spot. The radio softly plays some pop song that had been overtaking the charts recently, and you hum softly to it before turning your head to look at him. You examine his side profile - perfect, like every other angle of him - as he pulls out of the parking lot, making a left out of it.

He turns to see you watching him, and you watch redness bloom over his cheeks. “Staring is rude, Y/N.”

You smile, about to parrot his previous words back at him - it’s hard not to - but you bite your tongue, gazing at the road in front of you. A light drizzle is beginning to fall, a barely audible pitterpatter on the windshield, and that’s the only noise, for a moment - that and the radio playing, like a thought in the back of your mind.

The drive to your dorm seems to be taking longer than it had been yesterday and you can’t imagine why, but you appreciate just sitting in the car with him. Even if you’re not saying much, listening to his even breathing calms you.

You want to break the silence, though it’s comfortable rather than awkward. You like talking to him, like hearing everything he has to say, but you have no idea what you can possibly tell him that wouldn’t seem forced and awkward. So you sit, curling your legs up to your chest as you stare at the streets, and entirely too soon, the back of the McKinley building becomes apparent.

You want to stay in his car forever. Want to stay with him forever.

“Thanks for the ride,” you tell him, your voice sounding uncomfortably loud in the soft car. He nods in response, but for a moment neither of you move. You can’t bring yourself to leave yet, even if you know you have to, that he might have someone waiting for him at home.

“Y/N.” You turn and look at him, your eyes meeting his with your brows furrowed. “Uh - if you ever want a ride home, or to class, you can just let me know. Text me.”

“I don’t have your number.”

Harry’s cheeks are bright pink and there’s too much tension in the car, so thick you feel like you could cut it with a knife, and you lean down, unzipping your bag and pulling your phone out.

He takes it from you once you unlock it, going into your contacts and you watch as he types his phone number in, adding the contact name as Harry S. and you think you’ll be changing that later. He leaves the contact photo blank, which you expected - if anyone saw the name Harry S. in your phone, the contact photo would give it away.

He hands your phone back to you when he’s done, and your fingers graze his when you take it. “Just text me, then. If you need a ride.”

“Alright.” you give him a smile, unbuckling your seatbelt and pushing open the car door. “Thank you, Harry. Really.”

“My pleasure,” he says, and you grab your bag, hooking your arm underneath the strap and racing up to the back entrance of your building. It’s only when you get inside, the door firmly shut behind you, that you turn around again, and his car is gone.

 --

 10:52 PM

Y/N: hey professor...it’s y/n. just wanna make sure u have my number saved in case of emergencies

Harry S.: How is it you can have the highest grade of any student in my class and use improper grammar while texting?

Y/N: it’s a talent i guess

Y/N: texting like you’re writing an essay makes ppl v uncomfortable, and i speak from personal experience

Harry S.: So you’re uncomfortable right now, then?

Y/N: nooo, ur different

Harry S.: To quote this girl I know, ‘thanks for letting me be the exception, then.’

Y/N: how did u remember that? that makes me uncomfortable

Harry S.: Haha.

Harry S.: You should be sleeping right now. Students need their full 8 hours, don’t they?

Y/N: so do professors, as i keep telling u, but…

Y/N: i had hw to do, also had to make mac n cheese for dinner

Harry S.: You can do your homework in my office, you know. And then you can probably make it to the refectory for dinner.

Y/N: the food at the refectory sucks

Harry S.: Yeah, you’re right.

Harry S.: But I do feel bad that staying to help me grade made you have to stay up until 11 doing homework.

Y/N: well honestly i’d rather be sitting in ur office talking to u than in my dorm doing american lit work

Harry S.: Why’s that?

Y/N: ig i like hanging out with u

Y/N: u should feel honored btw

Harry S.: Believe me, I do. And now you should get to bed so you’re not grumpy tomorrow morning.

Y/N: ig i deserved that… and i’ll only go to bed if u do too

Harry S.: I will.

Y/N: promise??

Harry S.: I promise.

Harry S.: Goodnight.

Y/N: goodnight, professor

 --

 After a week, your arrangement has changed slightly.

Every day, you spend just a bit more time in his office. Then he drives you home, in comfortable silence, and from the minute you step into your dorm, you’re fishing your phone out of your bag to text him. Every night that you lie awake, texting him until you physically can’t keep your eyes open, the line that you’ve been dipping your toe across falls back even more.

The stack of assignments that need to be graded are beginning to dwindle, and you hate it. Hate to see the pile of ungraded work getting smaller and smaller, because when it’s gone, you probably won’t step foot in his office again.

Truthfully, and as embarrassing as it may be, Harry has become one of your closest friends at school. He’s funny and nice, and he brought you hot chocolate with powder left unmixed at the bottom after you mentioned that’s how you used to like it when you were younger, and he plays music on his phone at a low volume while you work on grading. 

Of course, as your friendship with Harry grows, so does the burning feelings for him that reside in the pit of your stomach day after day. And you know he doesn’t feel the same - he can’t - and maybe that’s painful for you, only slightly, but you’ve become rather talented at hiding those emotions. He can’t know that, everytime he laughs at one of your jokes, your heart swells - and everytime he reads a sentence from one of the essays out loud, using a mocking, deep voice, it makes your stomach flip.

You don’t know if you’ve ever felt so passionately about anyone, and that’s scary. Scary to think that the one man you want more than anyone else is the only person you can’t have.

“Y/N,” he says, and when you look up at him from your spot sprawled on the couch, he’s nibbling at the tip of his pen. “D’you think this makes sense?”

And he reads you a few lines written by one of his students - a name you recognize from being in your class, you think, but you’ve been paying attention less and less to other students during lectures. All you focus on is Harry, his booming voice projecting through the hall as he talks about the stories you’re reading, and every so often his eyes meet yours and the smile that spreads across his face could bring tears to your eyes, if you let it.

“Um - I guess. It’s worded kind of strangely, don’t you think? But I’d cut them some slack on it.” Harry nods and scribbles something in the margins of Nathalie Carron’s essay before flipping the page. “Can I put in a song request?”

He nods, then, picking up his phone from where it sits on his desk. The Chain plays softly, not too loud to interrupt your train of thought, but not too soft that you can’t hear it. “‘Course.”

“Heroes by David Bowie.” You glance back up at him, dropping Hannah Joseph’s essay on your stomach. “You like Bowie, right?”

“Who doesn’t, is the real question.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” You grin, glancing up at the white tiled ceiling as the song fills the hair, replacing Fleetwood. “You know, we should make a playlist for grading.”

Harry laughs. “A playlist of just Fleetwood and a dash of Bowie?”

“No, no. It can have other stuff, too. I mean, we know what we like.”

“Alright, alright.” He picks up his phone again, and you see his thumbs moving feverishly on the screen. “Y’know what, I’ll make it right now and show it to you for approval.”

“Make it good.” You pause, picking your essay up again. “No Justin Bieber.”

He snorts, and you relish in the noise.

The next ten minutes passes in mainly silence - when Heroes ends, Fleetwood continues, playing Secondhand News, and you hum to the tune. Harry’s ringer is on and you can hear it, the sound of the keyboard on his phone as he searches up song titles, and you rest the essay back on your stomach, writing messy notes with the pen you snatched from the mug on his desk again.

You sit up, suddenly, leaning over to rest Hannah’s fully graded essay on his desk, and instead of reaching for a new one to work on, you push yourself to your knees, resting your palms on his desk and attempting to lean over and peek at the playlist. But he anticipates that - he knows you’re nosy - and tilts his phone towards him, intercepting your attempts to eavesdrop.

“Don’t be impatient,” he murmurs, a smile tugging across his lips as he scrolls through something. “I’m almost done.”

You hum in response, dropping back down onto the couch, stretching your entire body across it, head resting on the armrest. The two of you settle back into a comfortable silence - he’s paused the music, by now - lasting only a moment or two before he stands up from his insanely comfortable chair, maneuvering his way around to the couch where you’re lying. He crouches down next to you, handing you his phone, opened to a Spotify playlist, and you greedily snatch the device from him, flicking through the songs.

Your eyes scan every song, absorbing every song title.

I Walk The Line by Johnny Cash - My Eyes Adored You by the Four Seasons - Your Song by Elton John?

Love songs. Every single one of them.

You push yourself up, sitting leaning against the armrest, as your eyes fall on the last song of the playlist - When I Kissed The Teacher by Abba. You lower his phone to your lap, looking at him with a slightly confused smile adorning your face.

He watches you intently, your heads a mere few inches apart, then reaches down to grab his phone off your lap, and you laugh lightly before saying, “it’s a lot of love songs.”

“They reminded me of you,” he tells you, voice quiet, testing the waters.

“They - they did?” It doesn’t make sense to you - doesn’t make sense that 45 love songs should bring you to the forefront of his mind, that every single time he hears Fooled Around And Fell In Love he should think of you. 

They make you think of him, though. 

And without thinking - of what you’re doing or of the consequences - you lean in, closing the short distance between your faces, pressing your lips against his so softly that it feels like it’s a mere breath on your mouth.

Harry pulls back, lips barely a centimeter from yours, exhaling softly. “We shouldn’t.”

You hum in agreement, already leaning back in. “No, we really shouldn’t.”

Your lips meet again and his hand goes to your face, cupping your jaw, and when he deepens the kiss you whimper into his mouth, bringing both of your hands to the back of his head. Your fingers bury themselves in his curls, tugging on the chocolate brown strands, and he groans softly into your mouth.

It’s everything you’d imagined and more, as the hand not on your cheek drops down to your waist, pulling your body closer to his. The angle is awkward - you sitting on the couch and him kneeling before it - so you unattach your lips, much to your dismay, and swing your legs around the edge of the couch so he’s situated between them. Harry’s eyes are wide, his hair mussed up, and you lean back in without a moment’s hesitation to resume the kiss. His tongue brushes against yours, and he tastes like mint tea and fucking heaven.

Both of his hands go down to your waist, tugging you to the very edge of the couch so your bodies are as close as they can be, and yours go to the back of his neck, dipping underneath the collar of his button down shirt to scratch at his back. It feels muscular, more toned than you were expecting, and feeling the skin underneath your nails makes you moan into his mouth.

“Fuck -” you groan softly as he moves his lips down your chin and to your jaw, nibbling softly at your skin, as if experimenting to see what you like - your reaction prompts him to move further down, licking a stripe down your neck and to the base of your collarbone. One of his hands - very large hands - slide up to cup one of your breasts, squeezing the mound of flesh through your tight shirt. “Fuck, that feels good.”

Harry hums against your collarbone, pressing open mouthed kisses across your skin. Your nails dragging down his back causes him to bite down gently to stifle the moan rising from his throat, but you hear it and Goditspursyouonsofuckingmuch. “God, Y/N -”

His praise is cut short by the sound of three swift knocks on the door - he pulls back from you, nearly falling back on his ass with the speed at which he stands, and your eyes flash to the door. Your heart is pounding desperately in your chest - are the doors soundproof? Did someone outside hear you? The thought makes you sick to your stomach, and your eyes meet Harry’s to find the same worry in his orbs.

Within moments he’s back behind his desk, running a hand through his hair to try and smooth it out, and you’ve reached to grab Hannah Joseph’s essay off his desk just as he calls, “come in!” in a voice that’s far too cheery for the panic that had just overtaken the both of you.

The door opens and from the corner of your eye you can recognize the girl who walks in - she lives across the hall from you, and her name is … Anna or Emma or something similar. She’s nice, and you should remember her name, but your brain is so scrambled that you can’t think of it.

Harry kissing you. Harry making you a playlist. Harry’s hands on your waist, pulling your body into his.

It’s everything you’ve dreamt of since the beginning of the semester, feeling his touch on you. And when you close your eyes, you try to imagine what would have happened if nobody knocked on the door, and it sends a shiver down your spine that doesn’t go unnoticed by Harry, sitting at his desk as he looks over Anna-or-Emma’s essay.

You can’t be here. You shouldn’t be here. The girl (who, now that you think of it, may be named Alana) is asking Harry a million bogus questions about the essay requirements he’d just given out and her shirt is so low cut that you’re surprised her boobs haven’t fallen out. Whether that was intentional or not isn’t something you dwell on, but something about sitting on the couch, trying to steady your breathing while your clit throbs violently feels wrong.

“I’m gonna go, professor,” you say, interrupting her question, and she looks at you like you just told her you’re going to give her a million dollars. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Bye, Y/N,” Harry calls as you grab your bag and shut the door behind you. His voice sounds pained, almost, as though he doesn’t want you to leave him alone with a girl whose only goal is clearly to fuck his brains out. You practically run down the hall, which isn’t close to being as empty as it usually is when you and Harry leave at the end of the day. 

Your shirt is tight and short sleeved and you can picture your jacket, up in his office, thrown over the back of the couch. You’d been in such a rush to leave that you’d left it, and you’re beginning to truly feel the consequences of it as the cold corners you, attacking your skin, and you could go back up to his office and get it but you just want to go home. The sun is setting, and it’s earlier than when you usually leave.

The walk home is decidedly miserable, the wind sending tears streaking down your cheeks, and your mind is practically going into overdrive. Jesus Christ. You kissed your professor, and he kissed you back. And then you left, like a fucking idiot. He probably feels terrible - feels like he violated you, or ruined his career. But he hadn’t done anything wrong, not really. If you were more respectable you’d go back to his building and apologize for running out, wrap your arms around him and kiss him like you fucking mean it, but all you do is scan your card to get into McKinley and walk down the hall to your dorm.

Your roommate is out - at her boyfriend’s, as per usual, but you appreciate it. Truth be told, you haven’t seen her much since the first few weeks of the semester, but she seemed nice enough. You drop your bag onto your bed and collapse on top of the covers, gazing up at the ceiling.

You bring your hand up to your mouth, brushing your fingertips over your lips with the same feather light touch that the first press of Harry’s lips to yours had felt like. You can still feel it - feel him - if you close your eyes, his hands grasping your hips and his lips trailing down your collarbone.

Slowly, you press your palm to your stomach, trailing it down your torso until you reach the button of your jeans. You undo it with shaky fingers and push them lower down, beneath the hem of your cotton thong, and the first brush of your fingertips against your clit sends a shiver down your spine and a whine falling off your lips.

Harry’s hand on your chest, squeezing your breast through your shirt as he kisses down your neck - oh my god, licking down your neck, biting your skin, his eyes are so wide, his hair is messy from where you grabbed it, and you hadn’t been interrupted he would’ve climbed on top of you, pressing you into the couch, tugging your jeans down your thighs and -

Maybe he would’ve done what you’re doing now, sliding his digits into your heat, fingers longer than yours, hitting every spot that you need him to. Or maybe he would’ve slid down your body, lifting your shirt to suck a deep purple mark into your chest, before burying his face in your cunt -

A very loud moan falls from your lips as you push a finger inside of yourself, curling them immediately to hit the spot inside of you that makes your tummy flip.

But maybe - just maybe - Harry wouldn’t have bothered with that. Would’ve watched, breathing so heavy as you unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his nice dress pants to wrap your hand around his cock, throwing his head back and moaning as you swiped your thumb over the tip of him.

You’re so close so fast you can practically taste the orgasm creeping up on you, your hips bucking up to meet where your fingers are feverishly rubbing circles on your clit.

And he would’ve slid into you, and he’s so big that he’s stretching you out more than any of your fingers or the guy you’ve been with, and he’d grab your chin and force your head up and kiss you so fucking hard, his hips flush against yours -

With a strangled cry, you curl your fingers once more and then you’re cumming, release coating your fingers as your hips roll into your hand. All you can think about is him and what could have happened, and the fact that you may have ruined the start of something magnificent, but God if the orgasm wasn’t good.

You pull your hand out of your panties, wiping your dripping fingers on the denim of your jeans. For a moment, you merely stare back up at the ceiling, focusing on steadying your breathing, and then you stand up, kicking your jeans off your legs and tossing them onto your dresser. You have a pair of plaid pajama pants crumbled in a pile at the bottom of your bed from the morning, and you pull them over your legs with a sigh. Perhaps it’s not the height of cleanliness, but they’re soft and comfortable, and you lie back down on your bed once they’re on.

After nearly an hour, you still haven’t done anything but sit and do nothing, occasionally flicking through your phone. You wish you could fall asleep but your brain is working far too fast to even think about resting, and -

The sound of your phone getting a notification startles you, and you groan, grabbing your phone to look at whoever disturbed your panic.

Harry S.: I’m behind your building. I have your jacket.

He’s here? Jesus Christ, you just came over him and damn near cried over him and now you have to see him.

Perfect.

Your heart skips a beat, and you jump up without a second thought. You look an absolute fool, stuffing your feet into the first pair of shoes you can find - a pair of slip on Vans that are so dirty they can barely constitute as white - before you’re running out the door, your phone tucked in the waistband of your pants, heading down the hall and out the back entrance where Harry’s black car sits, waiting.

You walk up to his car, pathetically out of breath, and lower your head so you can see him through the window as he rolls it down.

“Hi.” Your tone is quiet, and you clear your throat. “Um, I’m sorry about running off like that. I just got overwhelmed and that girl showing up made me - um - nervous.”

“It’s fine,” Harry says, though he’s very pointedly not making eye contact. “M’sorry if I crossed a line. I shouldn’t have kissed you like that, or -”

“No, I kissed you first -”

“But I’m your professor.” He says the word with an odd inflection, nearly pained. “I shouldn’t have let it escalate. I’m sorry.”

You dig the toe of your shoe into the road, looking down at the passenger seat where your jacket sits, waiting. The tension is palpable and you swallow thickly, then grab the car handle, forcing the door open so you can grab your jacket. You wrap the fabric around your shoulders - the seat heaters made it warm and you could nearly cry at the way it embraces you.

Harry watches you - you can see him from the corner of your eye - and then he looks down at your body, your shirt and your pajama pants with no pockets, and asks, “D’you have your key to go back in your dorm? S’just, you don’t have any pockets … I can’t see it.”

Shit. No, you don’t. You hadn’t thought about that when you were running out to see him. Perhaps he can decide the answer from the way your face drops, because he exhales with a small smile, barely perceptible, and nods his head. “Get in.”

You grab the door handle again, pulling the door open and climbing inside. The seat is toasty and warm and the car is toasty and warm and altogether you feel like both of those adjectives combined. The radio plays softly - or maybe it’s his phone, hooked up to the aux cord, because Maybe I’m Amazed by Paul McCartney is a song you recognize reading on the playlist he’d made.  You slam the door shut and wrap your arms around yourself, holding your jacket closer to your body, before turning your head to glance at him. He still hasn’t started driving, merely gazing at you, and you feel your skin heat under his eyes. “Where are we going, professor?” It’s a stupid question, because you aren’t going anywhere yet, and he doesn’t look like he plans to start driving anytime soon.

“I’ll take you back to my apartment.” HIs eyes haven’t left yours, and your stomach turns. “How does that sound?”

You exhale softly. “Sounds perfect,” and then you’re leaning in, pressing your cold palms to the side of his cheeks and bringing his face into yours.

Your lips meet and it’s more desperate than it was in his office - teeth clashing and your tongues brushing against each other, as if he’s trying to devour you. His hand rests atop of yours, dwarfing you pathetically, before dragging his fingertips down your arm and up to your shoulder, fingers dipping beneath the sleeve of your shirt.

Where you’re cold from the air outside, Harry is so warm and toasty, his breath hot against your face when you pull away briefly. He presses his forehead to yours and then leans up, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose and smirking at the whimper you let out.

“Wait,” he tells you, voice low and quiet, and you nod slowly. “When we get to my apartment - but not now.”

You nod feverishly and sit back in your seat obediently, desperate for him to finally start driving. His hand rests on top of the center console and you stare at it for a moment - you can do it, do what you’ve wanted to do every single time he’s driven you home - and you place your palm overtop of his. He turns it over so your palms are pressed together, fingers intertwining, and you’re sure he can hear your heartbeat with how loudly it’s beating in your chest.

The line that you’ve crossed is so far behind you that it’s a mere dot in the distance. 

The car ride to his apartment is short - only 2 full songs play during it, and you recognize My Girl and I Just Died In Your Arms Tonight from the playlist. Truth be told, it feels as though you’d been in the car for hours and hours, his thumb rubbing circles into the back of your hand. You want nothing more than to crawl across the center console and straddle him, kiss him until you’re both breathless and go as far as you’d fantasized about but you have to wait.

 --

 Harry’s unlocking the door of his apartment entirely too slow for your liking. It’s as though he’s trying to tease you, make you antsy, when all you want is for him to press you against the wall and kiss you silly. 

He lives in a large brick apartment building - one of the newer ones, you know - in an apartment on the third floor. You’ve passed his building so many times driving through town and you never even knew it - didn’t know the man who lived there was someone you’d be so desperate for.

“Come on,” he whispers, though there’s no real reason for the two of you to be quiet - perhaps it just fits the mood. Harry’s hand wraps around your wrist as he tugs you into the now-open door of his apartment, flicking on the light switch residing beside the door. 

As light floods the apartment you’re somehow both surprised and also not at all. It’s surprisingly tidy, resembling more of his car than his office, and - to your relief - it’s quite obvious he’s the only one who lives here. You slip out of your Vans and take a moment to look around. A cat sits on top of the couch (her name is Marie, named after Aristocats, you learned from class) and you can’t stop yourself from gravitating towards her, using two fingers to stroke down her back as you peek around the apartment.

Yes, it is quite clean, and surprisingly colorful - there’s a striped rug and red couches and your eyes fly a bookshelf filled with picture frames against the wall. One is him with four other guys, arms wrapped around each other - one of him and Marie - one of him, significantly younger, hugging a girl who looks extremely similar to him.

“Is this your sister?” you ask, unaware of where he is in the apartment but trusting he hasn’t strayed too far from you.

“Yeah,” he responds, and you jump slightly. Harry stands just behind you, and when you turn to face him he’s fighting back a grin. “So nosy, aren’t you?”

You raise your arms to wrap around his neck, pulling his head down to yours as his hands gravitate down towards your lower back where your shirt rises just a couple inches from your pants, exposing a strip of skin, and his touch sends a shiver down your spine. “I guess I am nosy. Can’t help it.”

Harry leans down, then, pressing a kiss to your forehead and down the bridge of your nose before landing on your lips - you whine into his mouth, pushing yourself onto your toes to try and deepen it, swiping your tongue into his mouth. It’s so different than before - heavier, deeper, and you can’t get enough of it.

“Please,” you whimper against his lips as his hands creep farther down your back, landing on the globes of your ass through your soft pajama pants. “I need you.”

“Oh, yeah?” You can hear a sense of cockiness working its way into his voice and you groan softly as he pulls away from you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “What do you need, baby? Tell me.”

You need everything. You need everything he can possibly give you and more - you need wish fulfillment of everything you’ve dreamt of since the start of the semester and that includes every single goddamn appendage on his body put to use somehow.

But you can’t possibly begin to tell him that, not yet. His fingers are already trailing down to the waistband of your pants, tugging at the tie that holds them up when you breathe, “Your mouth. Please, I need - I need your mouth.”

It’s not enough for him, you can tell, as he leans down to press a kiss to the side of your throat, sucking softly. “M’using my mouth.”

“H - Harry …”

“Where d’you want my mouth?”

You curse beneath your breath, and he pulls his head back to raise his eyebrows at the sound. You bury your hand in his hair, tugging lightly on his curls, before squeezing your eyes shut and muttering, “Want your mouth … down there.”

As much as you want it - and Godyouwantitsofuckingmuch - it makes it no less awkward to say it out loud.

“Down where, baby?” Harry asks, voice teasing and so fucking smug. “Down here?” His hand sprawls across your stomach, pressing down on your abdomen and you moan softly. “No … down here, s���that right?”

His hand slides down to your cunt, pressing his palm overtop of you through your pajama pants and you’re so wet you’re sure he can feel it even through two layers of fabric. Your throaty cry in response and the feverish nod of your head confirms what he’d been teasing you about, and Harry delivers one last soft kiss to your lips before dropping to his knees before you.

Fuck. You never thought you’d see Professor Harry Styles, the man of your dreams and the one person you considered to be entirely unattainable, kneeling in front of you with his nice dress pants on and a crisp button up shirt. He looks entirely normal, save for his messy hair and lust blown pupils, and you’re sure you look a bloody mess but his eyes still devour you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

You drop your shaky hands down to the tie of your pants, undoing it at record speed, and he hooks his fingers in your waistband. Slowly - so slowly - Harry tugs them down and his eyes remain on you as though expecting you to stop him, but you can’t. Finally they pool by your feet and you lift your legs to kick them off, sending them flying near the couch where Marie resides.

Had you known this would be happening perhaps you would have opted for racier panties - your cotton thong isn’t terrible but it certainly isn’t doing you any favours, and you have so many lace ones at home that would have been perfect for the opportunity - but Harry still looks at you like you created the world. He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh and then the other, leaning in to suck a dark purple hickey into your skin.

You suppose he has a thing for hickeys.

Your fingers twist in his curls, trying to direct his head up to where you truly need him, and he chuckles softly - the soft exhalation of air makes you whine as it hits your cunt, even through your panties. A soft kiss is what he lands on your clothed clit, and your hips buck up into his mouth. You’d forgotten, perhaps, that you’d had an orgasm less than an hour prior but you’re very swiftly reminded, and he looks up at you with a smirk.

“So reactive,” he murmurs, wrapping his lips around your clit through your underwear and sucking softly. “Just the way I like.”

A shaky breath escapes your mouth as you toss your head back, legs shaking and you can’t expect them to hold you up much longer. One of his hands moves to the back of your thigh, kneading your skin softly, and the other dips into the hem of your panties and slowly tugs them down. You’re so wet that the fabric is desperate to stick to your dripping cunt but he manages to roll them down your legs, face to face with your pussy and -

Heat floods through your body and up to your face as you look down and make eye contact with Harry. Now that he’s down there, gazing at your bare pussy, you feel oddly compelled to protect whatever modesty you have left and shut your legs but then he grabs one of your legs and throws it over his shoulder, pushing you back just a bit until your back smacks into the wall, and leans in.

The first stripe he licks up your core sends a choked cry from the back of your throat and then a long whine as Harry focuses his attention on your clit. His tongue flicks the swollen bud, still rubbing circles into the back of your thigh. Your heel digs into his back as he moves one hand up to your cunt, running his finger through your soaked folds before pushing it inside of you.

He curls his finger, mimicking a come hither motion until he brushes against the spot that makes your hips jerk against his face. Harry’s lips wrap around your clit and when your eyes roll back into your head, he takes his hand off your thigh and snaps his fingers.

“Look at me,” he demands, voice muffled against your cunt, and the vibrations roll through your body like an earthquake. “I wanna watch you fall apart. Look at me.”

Slowly you lower your eyes back down to him, meeting his gaze as he pulls his mouth away briefly - smacks his lips - and pushes a second finger into your dripping heat. As he thrusts them in and out, hitting that sweet spot in your velvet walls, you can feel your orgasm building in the pit of your tummy embarrassingly fast, but you want to hold out for him. Want to prolong this as long as you can.

Harry’s teeth brush against your clit and you cry out, barely hearing the way he groans, “So fucking reactive for me, yeah?” but you can hear it and it only makes you moan louder. His tongue draws patterns over your clit and he’s so determined to maintain eye contact but you can tell it’s a struggle for both of you.

He pulls his fingers out of you, licking a thin stripe up one of them as if he can’t get enough of your taste before reaching his arm up so his fingers rest on your bottom lip. Obediently you open your mouth, accepting his digits and swirling your tongue around them, tasting yourself on his skin, as he leans back, glancing up at you with heat blazing in his eyes.

“You’re close,” he tells you, his voice deep and throaty. “Can feel it - feel how you’re clenching around my fingers, baby. D’you wanna cum? Tell me how fucking bad you want it.”

Harry pulls his fingers from your mouth and presses them to your clit, rubbing a slow circle as you struggle to find your voice before gasping, “Fuck - need to cum so fucking bad Harry - Harry, oh my god -”

“Yeah? Gonna cum for me?”

“Yes! Oh my god, H - Harry -”

“Cum for me, baby.”

He leans in, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking and that’s all you need to topple over the edge, the orgasm that had been building in the pit of your tummy finally exploding. Your head falls back against the wall with a thud that’s hardly audible over your loud shrieks and moans, your leg finally giving out and you damn near slide to the ground before Harry hooks an arm around your thigh to keep you upright.

His tongue flicks at your clit gently, riding you through your orgasm, and when you’re coming down from your high it’s all you can focus on. There’s a high pitched ringing in your ears and you don’t think you’ve ever - ever - cum that hard in your life. You’d only been with one guy before who didn’t even know women could orgasm and your fingers never gave you anything so earth shattering.

Your breathing comes out in desperate pants as Harry rises from his knees, moving both hands to your hips as your legs nearly collapse again. Your clit is throbbing and when you press your body to his, leaning up to kiss him so desperately, you can feel his boner, hard against your thigh.

“Holy shit, professor.” It’s all you can manage, pulling away to drop your head against his chest, using the moment to try and steady your breaths. “W - who knew you were so good at that.”

His fingers brush through the ends of your hair, a gesture so sweet and innocent that it could make you forget what just occurred. “A hidden talent, I guess,” he mutters, gripping your chin to kiss you again.

You drop your hands to his waist, gripping his nice button down shirt in your tight grasp, surely wrinkling the fabric as you roll your hips against his. Even through his pants his hard on feels fucking huge and you’ve only been with one guy before and suddenly you’re wondering if he’ll even fit inside of you.

But you’ll try. By god, you’ll try. And you press your head to the wall, looking up at him with lust dilated pupils. “Harry.”

“Tell me what you need, baby.” But he already knows, and you can tell he needs the same thing.

You swallow, bucking your hips forward against his boner, and he groans. “I want you to fuck me. Please. I - I need you to fuck me, professor.”

The word makes him moan aloud, and within barely a second he’s grabbing your wrist, tugging you away from the wall and across the apartment until he’s swinging open a door and pulling you inside.

Something about being in his bedroom is entirely different than being in his living room, the carpet beneath your bare feet plush and soft. There’s a large television in front of his bed and the bed is made beautifully, a flannel blanket tossed over the end, and you can’t fucking wait to mess it up.

Harry spins you around to face him, attaching your lips once more as he shuts the door. You whimper into his mouth as his hand drops down to your bare bum, squeezing the flesh in his large palm. “Sorry,” you murmur, voice high pitched and breathy, “was nosing again -”

He groans as you drop your hand to the front of his fancy dress pants, trying desperately to undo the button with one shaking hand. It’s a struggle and finally he chuckles breathlessly, dropping both hands down to help you with the task, and finally you reach your hand into his trousers and press your palm against his cock, hot and heavy even through his boxers.

“Bed,” he grunts, backing you up until the back of your knees hit a hard edge and you fall backwards onto his plush duvet. He stands above you, breathing heavily, and for a moment you stare at each other, as though processing that this is happening - and the moment picks up again. Harry reaches down and tugs at the bottom hem of your shirt, pulling it up and off your body and sending it into the corner of the room. Your bra is lace, at least, and decidedly prettier than your panties, and for a moment he stares down at your chest with a look of pure lust adorning his face.

“You look a bit flushed, professor,” you tell him, voice faux innocent and sounding entirely more confident than you feel. “Are you feeling okay?”

Harry chuckles through gritted teeth, and you push yourself onto your elbows so you can work at the buttons of his shirt as he tugs his pants down his legs. “I’ve never been better, in fact.” His boxers are flannel and you can see the bulge in his boxers, and it’s even bigger than what you’d expected.

Your work at undoing his buttons slows down as your mind suddenly flips into overdrive - you must wear the worry that suddenly overtakes you because Harry leans down, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“When’s the last time you’ve done this?” he questions, voice soft and spun sugar sweet.

“Um -” you try and think. The last time you’d done this you’d lost your virginity and that was - “A year ago. Maybe longer.”

Harry nods, nudging your nose with his and giving you one final kiss before rising back up. His hands replace yours as he works on unbuttoning his shirt. “I’m going to go slow, baby. I promise.”

In every fantasy you’ve had about him, he’s not slow - he’s fast, pounding you so hard the bed is nearly louder than the noises you make - but now that you’re here with him? Maybe you need slow.

You nod, and he smiles down at you. He presses his hands onto the mattress and then snakes them beneath you, fingers working at the clasp of your bra, and you lift yourself up slightly so he can undo it and slide your last piece of clothing off of you. He sends it into another part of the room and you can’t be bothered to focus on it because - Christ! - all of a sudden Harry lowers his mouth to your breast, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples and sucking.

“Fuck!” you gasp, fingers working themselves into his curls. Your fingernails scratch at his scalp and he moans lowly against your skin. Harry lifts his head off of you, pinching one of your nipples so you cry out.

He lifts one leg to rest on the bed and then grips your hips, pulling you closer to the edge. Your legs instinctively spread and he watches you, breathing heavily. “Baby,” he mutters, hands slipping his boxers down his thighs. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

Heat burns your cheeks and you shut your eyes.

“Look at me,” Harry tells you, and it’s all you can do to obey. “Want you looking at me while I fuck you. Can you do that?”

You nod, swallowing as he grips one of your calves and hikes it onto the bed, exposing your sensitive, dripping cunt to him. You look down your body, where he’s grasping his achingly fucking hard cock in his hand, and then he drags the tip down your slit with a low hiss.

“Are you ready, baby?” he asks, voice soft and strained, as if he’s holding back and you know he is. But he needs this to be a good experience for you so it can be good for him and that’s what you appreciate.

“Y - yeah.” you push yourself onto your elbows and your eyes meet, maintaining perfect eye contact as he pushes himself inside of you. He’s going achingly slow and -

The stretch aches and you drop your head onto the mattress with a groan, Harry’s hand immediately finding your hand where you’re grasping the duvet feverishly. He bottoms out, fully sheathed in your warm cunt, a low groan piercing the air at the feeling of your walls, tight around him. It hurts - not as much as you’d expected, and the pain that quite literally fills you overtakes the burn.

You squeeze his hand, feeling his other run up and down the inside of your thigh as you adjust to him. “Oh - my god - wait - just - just one second wait one second -”

“Of course,” he breathes, and his voice is shaky with an emotion you can’t quite decipher. “T - take your time, babygirl.”

After a few seconds you push your head up to look at him, nodding slightly. “Okay. I need more, p - professor.”

You can tell he likes when you call him that and in some weird way you love it too - love knowing that the professor everyone lusts for is fucking you, slowly pulling out before thrusting back in, squeezing your hand when you cry out at the feeling. Maybe you’re not the first student to experience him like this but based on his demeanor you think you are - there’s something about him in this moment that feels like a secret you’ve discovered.

“Oh - fuck -” Harry grunts as he moves his hand from your thigh to your hip, pressing your body down with just enough force to limit your movements. It’s paining him, going so slow, you can tell - and you’re already starting to need more from him. You need him to go faster, and with a breathy moan you tell him.

Slowly his pace picks up, his grip on your hip tightening until you’re sure there’ll be fingerprint shaped bruises on your skin by tomorrow morning. With every thrust he fills you up so completely that every perfect spot inside of you is hit just right, and you never knew it could feel this good.

Every noise of his that tears through the bedroom spurs you on, pushing your hips into his to deepen every thrust. And every time you whine or whimper or cry or anything Harry delivers a harder thrust, fucking you so deep that you can feel it in the pit of your tummy.

“God, p - professor,” you moan, the word falling entirely too naturally off your lips even in your heightened state. Harry throws his head back with a high pitched whine, speeding up his pace until the loudest noise in the room is skin hitting skin. “Holy shit - fuck - I’m gonna - gonna -”

“Gonna cum around my cock, baby?” He hisses, pressing the hand that had once resided on your hip into the mattress, gripping the covers tighter so he can rail his hips into yours desperately. “So fucking tight around me, can’t even fucking stand it -”

Your hand, shaking beyond belief, slides down to rub hard circles into your clit. The sensations on your clit and his cock, rutting against your G spot with every thrust, sends you over the edge again - already so overstimulated from the rather intense orgasm you’d had before - and with a loud cry-bordering-on-scream you’re cumming again.

“Fuck!” you moan, hips bucking up against his as you ride out the waves of your orgasm. “Fuck, Harry, oh my god -”

He’s not far behind you, hips stuttering ever so slightly but he wants to bring you to one more orgasm, securing this day as the best fuck of your (admittedly limited) sex life and he can’t cum yet. Your hand falls back onto the mattress and Harry pulls his clammy hand from yours, bringing it down to replace your fingers on your clit, and immediately you clench around his cock, begging incoherently for something - you’re not sure what - as he presses down on your clit hard.

Your eyes roll back into your head as his cock twitches inside of you, and grunts and moans are flying from Harry’s mouth faster than he can control it. Your walls flutter around his dick, his thrusts slowing to lazy pumps in and out. He’s so fucking close, he just needs one more push and then -

Your fingers wrap around his wrist and he looks down at you, your eyes nearly black with desire, tears streaking down your cheeks. “C - cum in me, professor.”

It’s the final straw for Harry, and with a nearly animalistic cry he sheathes himself fully inside of you and cums so hard so fast, it’s nearly violent, and the feeling of warmth that explodes in your cunt sends you into your fourth orgasm of the night -

It’s less intense than the others but still entirely too prominent and when you’ve finally rode out the last wave you collapse against the bed, your head spinning and your legs aching as Harry presses it back down from where it had been perched up.

Harry collapses on top of you, his body suffocating and hot and sweaty and you wrap your arms around him, your desperate attempts at steadying your breathing filling the room. You’ve never cum so hard and so much and you’re fucking exhausted, truthfully.

He lifts his head, gazing down at you as you run your fingers through his tangled, sweat soaked curls. “How was that?”

You exhale with a smile upturning your lips, beginning to feel his cum dripping out of your pussy and down your thighs. “Jesus Christ,” you murmur, and a grin breaks onto his face as he drops his forehead against your shoulder.

The two of you lie in silence for a moment - no words need to be spoken. Harry shifts the pair of you further up the bed, your head crashing onto one of his pillows as he remains, firmly on top of you, like he never wants to leave.

But you can’t stop yourself from asking the question burning through your mind, and you swallow thickly before mumbling, “Harry -”

He hums softly.

“Is this like - a one time thing?”

His head lifts again, chin pressed to your shoulder blade, eyebrows furrowed. Harry takes a moment to respond, though, lifting his hand to trace a line across your jawline to your lips, and you press a soft kiss to the tips of his fingers when he arrives at his destination. “I don’t think so,” he tells you, and his voice is quiet and vulnerable, as if waiting for you to deny him. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone.”

You smile softly, leaning in to press a kiss against his soft lips. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“‘Course, baby.”

The name makes your tummy flutter, and you think you could listen to him call you baby for the rest of your life. “I’ve dreamt of this,” you tell him, lips merely a centimeter from his. “Since the beginning of the semester, every night.”

Harry raises his eyebrows at you, and you giggle at his expression. “Glad to know I’m not the only one.”

You shut your eyes, then. Rest your head on his pillow, feeling warm with the man you adore pressed on top of you, his arms firmly and protectively wrapped around you. Nothing has ever felt more right to you, and you drift off to sleep with a soft smile still gracing your lips.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

All Nighter

Previous Parts: Extracurricular Teacher’s Pet

Warnings: noncon/rape; drinking/drunkenness; name calling;

This is a dark! fic and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Pairing: (Professor) Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Summary: Your academic worries are compounded by your personal dilemma.

Note: Yeah, yeah, yeah. I caved and we get a third part.

Hope you enjoy it. Thank you. Love you guys!

Please leave some feedback, like and reblog <3

Halfway through the lesson, you excused yourself. As Ransom waited at the front and students scoured over an excerpt of Catcher in the Rye, he sent you another jarring message. It was time. 

You stood carefully, the skirt offering little coverage and knowing you were about to be even more exposed. You ducked down as you walked along the front row and disappeared through the door.

You went to the restroom and locked yourself in a stall. Your phone vibed again, still clutched tightly in your hand. ‘Show me.’ He demanded and even in font, the words made you shudder.

You sighed and held your phone out at an angle with one hand as you opened the camera. You directed the lense to your skirt and tugged it up until your purple panties were exposed. You shimmied as you slid them down on either side with your fingers and let them fall past the top of your stockings. You ended the recording and hit send before collecting your crumpled underwear.

You folded them and shoved them up your sleeve and locked your phone. You returned to the class, unnoticed, and sat in your seat with your head down. You bent back the cover of the book and tried to focus on the passage. You could hear Ransom as he rocked in the old office chair.

You peeked up at him as he held his phone up. His face was blank as he watched the screen. His finger tapped the phone and he nodded. He lowered his cell and his eye caught yours before you could shy away. He winked and cleared his throat.

“Alright, everyone, let’s start with a brief summary. Who wants to begin?” He stood and approached the podium again. “Go ahead.”

You blinked and realised he was pointing at you. You let out a prolonged uh and shuffled your book dumbly.

“Um, in this chapter, uh, Holden tells us about his neighbour, Jane, and um,” you squirmed a Ransom stared at you and you felt the attention of every other student in the lecture hall, “As the chapter progresses we learn that Holden has shared with her things, like Allie’s baseball glove, that he hasn’t with anyone else and in turn, eh, erm, Jane’s character disassembles and both Holden and the reader wonder after her alcoholic stepfather and even if he has… a-abused her. Holden prefers to think of her, however, as innocent, and accepts a not very convincing denial. Really, he hears what he wants to and goes on without a single--” You stopped as you began to ramble. “Yeah, that’s it.”

Ransom appeared amused and leaned on the podium. “Okay. Any other interpretations?”

He looked around and you deflated in your chair. You didn’t want to be here. You didn’t want to be talking about Jane and her vile stepfather, and you didn’t want your professor to keep looking between your legs. But just like Holden, Ransom couldn’t see anything but his own male ego. Anyone else was just a stepping stone in his grand American narrative.

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When class ended, you were as eager as any other to be gone. The two-hour block at seven in the evening was hardly anyone’s ideal, even if it was a weeknight. You slid your notebook away and the used edition of Salinger. You dropped the pens into the side pocket of your worn messenger bag and stood to watch your peers flood out of the classroom.

You wanted badly to be on your way and for an instant, you had a glimmer of hope that you might. But then you heard the deep breath and your name was called from behind you. 

“Just a minute,” he said with all pretense of deceiving any stragglers, “You seem to be missing a page from your assignment.”

You turned slowly and left your bag in the seat. You neared him and your nostrils flared as your gaze met his. It wasn’t even your paper he held. You swallowed back your reticence and pretended to look at the essay. 

“Oh, sorry.” You said as he peered over your shoulder.

“Go on,” he lowered his voice as the upper doors finally closed with a heavy clank. 

You cringed and reached up your sleeve and pulled out your panties. You let them fall onto the folder and he poked his fingers through the fabric and stretched them out. He hummed and rubbed the cotton between his fingers.

“You got anything sexier?” He snatched them up and shoved them in his pocket. “I thought you college girls were funner than that.”

You glared at him and crossed your eyes. “Right, is that everything?”

“Don’t,” he warned, “Sweetie, I don’t like that tone.” 

You huffed and rolled your eyes. He shuffled away his papers as you retreated to grab your own bag. You headed for the door as you unfolded your jacket from over your arm.

“Where are you going? I didn’t dismiss you.” He called from behind you. You turned back and stared at him.

“I have class in the morning.” You said.

“And?” He scoffed. “It’s only nine.”

You were quiet as he approached you. You wanted so badly to scream and hit him. He was a frat boy with tenure. He was as slimy and shady as every guy on campus and you had been deluded enough to think that age and title would change a spoiled brat with a silver spoon still lodged firmly in his mouth. Oh, the naive romanticism of a sophomore.

“Why are you doing this?” You asked.

He snickered and kept on as you backed away from him. He had you against the door as he slapped his hand above your shoulders and loomed over you. He leaned in as his other hand played with the bottom of your shirt.

“Because I can.” He purred, “And because I love the look in your eyes as I’m balls deep.”

“Ew,” you slapped his chest but he didn’t flinch. He merely grabbed your arm and spun you around as he pushed the door open behind you.

“Good thing you took those panties off,” he sneered, “You won’t be needing them.”

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You spent the car ride hunched against the passenger door, wishing you were anywhere else. Ransom let the radio fill the silence as he barely seemed to recall your presence. He steered with one hand, unbothered by the tension between you. As he pulled up to his house, its tall glass windows and geometric structure thrust you into a whirlwind of deja vu.

He killed the engine and rounded as you remained in your seat. You were too numb to do anything but sit there and stare at the house. You remembered patches of that night; stumbling up the walk, Ransom carrying you up stairs, his body against yours, the disorienting pain of his intrusion.

The door opened and you nearly fell out of the car. The seatbelt kept you from your descent and you unbuckled it as Ransom grabbed your arm and dragged you out into the crisp autumn evening. Your boots tapped melodically as he led you up the paved walk and you found it hard to think straight.

“Wait, wait,” you stopped as you reached the threshold, “No, Ransom, Professor… this is… wrong. You can’t--”

“For such a quiet little bitch you sure don’t shut the fuck up,” he snarled as he unlocked the door, one hand still on your arm. Your blood froze as you thought of your bag on the floor of the car, your phone buried in the side pocket. “Come on.”

“No, please,” you wriggled in his grasp, “You can’t keep doing this to me. I’ll… I’ll tell.”

“Not if I tell first,” he said coolly and bent to sling you over his shoulder. “Now let’s give you something to tell about.”

He pushed through the door and slapped your ass as he carried you inside. You kicked and writhed over his shoulder as he strode into the front room. The lights shone as they were triggered by some unseen sensor.  

He carried you to the modern sofa with its flat cushions and low back, and dropped you onto it gruffly. You bounced and bit your tongue painfully.

“Don’t make me tear those clothes off or you won’t have anything to wear in the morning,” he warned as he kicked off his leather boots and paced along the broad windows that formed the front wall of the room. He shrugged off his jacket and hung it on a rack in the corner and turned back to you. “Well…”

You bent to unzip your boots and shoved them aside. You heard a clink and looked over your shoulder. Ransom stood behind the small bar along the far wall and plunked a glass on top.

“Seem to loosen up with a few drinks in you,” he pulled out another tumblr and a bottle of dark whiskey. “This stuffs a lot better than that toilet water they serve in the club.”

You ignored him and stood to remove your jacket. You realised that there was no way out. You kept trying to convince yourself there was but that only made it worse. You hung your coat beside his as he watched you closely and gave a measured pour.

“Here,” he slid a glass across the bar. “Drink up, sweetie.”

“I’m not thirsty,” you ignored him and walked nervously back to the sofa. Was it better to have it done with?

“I don’t care what you want now get over here and drink,” he growled. “Or I’ll force it down that pretty little throat myself.”

You blanched and slowly crossed to the bar. You took the short glass and raised it, the alcohol made your nose tingle. He watched you as he drained his own tumbler. You tossed it back in three stinging gulps and coughed as you set the glass back on the bar. He chuckled and poured again, but didn’t add any to his empty glass.

“Again.” He ordered.

“Please, I can’t--” You waved your hand as you touched your raw throat. He stared at you and his jaw twitched. You pouted and lifted the glass again. You drank with tears in your eyes and gasped as you swigged it down. “There.” You choked as you planted the tumblr on the bar top. 

He reached over as if to pour some more and grinned as he hovered the bottle over your glass. He laughed and lowered it down onto its base instead. “Good girl.” He came out from behind the bar and neared you, drawing you away with him. “But you’re not naked yet.”

He thrust you ahead of him and you stumbled to the sofa. Your wits were buzzing from the whiskey and your empty stomach rolled. You hadn’t eaten since the early afternoon, right before your second lecture. You were wholly unprepared for the alcohol and the man before you.

You reached and tugged at the bottom of your turtleneck. You pulled it up and freed your head from it with a grunt. You dropped it onto the sofa and Ransom touched your shoulder where he’d bit you days before. It was still tender and made you wince. You unbuttoned your skirt and pushed the zipper down. It fell to your ankles without much effort.

Ransom’s hands went to your chest and he fondled your tits through your plain bra. He reached around you and unhooked it easily, yanking it down your arms and flinging it away. His fingers danced along your side and you hooked your thumb under the top of your stockings.

“Uh uh,” he tutted, “Keep those on.”

You retracted your hand and he gripped your shoulders. He pushed until you sat on the sofa and he backed away slightly. His tongue poked out as he took you in and he grinned. He pulled his knit sweater over his head and threw it on the floor. He made quick work of his undershirt and revealed his muscled torso. You squeezed your legs together and stared at your knees.

“We both know those college boys are nothing compared to me, sweetie,” he teased as you heard the buckle of his belt. “It’s okay, you can have a peek.”

You didn’t say anything as you listened to him strip. When he neared, you couldn’t bring yourself to look up. He grabbed your chin and forced your head up. His other hand moved below your vision as he stroked himself. 

“Get up,” he demanded and you stood with a sway. The whiskey stormed inside of you.

His hand fell to your arm and he dragged you away from the sofa. He directed you towards the tall windows and you shivered as you got closer. He stopped you before the glass and brought your hands up and planted them against the window. You felt the chill through it as he grasped your hips and drew your feet back. You stared out onto the drive, the street barely visible just beyond the curve, although you could see the lights of the neighbour’s house.

“What--”

“Shhh,” he tickled your spine and groped your ass roughly. “Stay just like that, sweetie.”

He slipped his hand down and kicked your feet apart. He felt along your folds and you shivered as his warmth contrasted against the cold seeping through the glass. Bumps rose along your skin as he poked around your entrance.

“Wet, already.” He tisked, “I thought you were a good girl.”

You shook your head and closed your eyes as he reached to your clit and rubbed it with two fingers. You gasped as he teased you and drew back to shove a finger inside you. He grabbed your shoulder as your back arched and stepped closer. He pulled his hand away and prodded you with his tip again.

“Professor…” You hissed.

His hand went to the back of your neck and he pushed your face against the glass as he slowly forced his tip inside of you. You groaned and turned so that your cheek rested against the cool window and he impaled you entirely. You slapped the glass and your fingers curled as he filled you.

“Ah,” you whined and he bucked so that your whole body quaked.

“Still so fucking tight,” he rocked against you as his thick breaths surrounded you. “You had me hard all night, sweetie. I could barely fucking stand straight.”

He tilted his hips into you as you were on tiptoes and your legs began to tremble beneath you. You clung to the glass, afraid you might collapse. He nuzzled your head and growled as sped up. You moaned without thinking as your walls clenched around him.

“That’s it,” he hummed and dropped his hand from your neck, trailing both along your chest and stomach. He hunched over you as he felt around the back of your thighs and panted into your hair. “You can play coy all you want but your cunt says it all.”

His hands stretched across your thighs and you exclaimed as he suddenly scooped you up. He bent your legs to your chest as he lifted you and your fingertips slid along the glass. He hooked his arms under your knees and opened you up as he hammered into you from below. 

He stepped closer to the window and you braced yourself against it as your reflection stared back at you. The inky dark was clouded by the glare of the light inside and revealed to you your shame. Your eyes drifted down and you saw how easily he slid in and out of you.

Your legs tensed around his arms and your breath hitched. You shut your eyes as your mouth fell open and felt your core bloom. You were close, so close, and you needed to cum. You didn’t care that it was him or that it was here; you had to.

You kept one hand on the window and snaked your other down to your cunt. You flicked circles around your clit as the sound of your flesh mingled with his. He crashed into you harder and harder and snarled into your neck.

“You fucking slut,” he rasped, “You touching yourself? Huh? You fucking like it.” He pulled your legs further apart until your hips rang with pain. “Bad girl.”

You spasmed and came with a squeak. You felt yourself dripping down his cock as the warmth leaked from you. You smacked your slick hand against the window again and bit down on your lip as he rutted into you with gristly grunts.

“Say it. You’re a bad girl.” He puffed.

“Wha--”

“Say it,” he slammed into you hard.

“I’m-- I’m a… bad… girl,” you choked out. “Oh, oh, I’m bad.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he said frantically and stilled you. He sniffed and held you on him. “Get…” His voice trailed off and he lifted you from him.

He lowered you swiftly and your legs wobbled dangerously beneath you. He grabbed the back of your neck and forced you to your knees. He brought you close as he stroked himself desperately.

“I’m gonna cum on your tits, sweetie,” he moaned, “I’m gonna--”

He grunted and strings of cum erupted from him as he angled his dick over you. His cum spurted over your chest and shoulders, even along your chin and cheek as his body shook and his fingers sank into your neck. He twitched as he slowed his hand and sighed as he let his cock bob freely before him.

“Mmm,” he let go of you and looked down at you with a smirk, “You look amazing covered in me.” 

He ran his hands over his chest and exhaled. You tried to stand and he caught your shoulder. “Crawl.” He ordered. “Get on the sofa and wait for me, sweetie.” He ran his finger through the cum along your cheek, “I won’t be long.”

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You woke in a fog. Your thighs, your hips, your cunt all ached. Your eyes fluttered open and you stared up at the pristine white ceiling. You were sprawled flat on the stiff sofa, alone. Your mouth was dry and your tongue tasted of flesh and alcohol. You groaned and sat up as your head reverberated. The sky outside was a dull grey and the clock above the door read just before seven. Fuck.

Your name floated in from the doorway at the other end of the room. You hung your head and stood. You took the throw draped over the back of the chair beside the couch and covered yourself. You neared the arch and peeked inside. Ransom poured a cup of coffee from a French press.

“You’re gonna be late if you don’t get your ass in gear,” he said smugly as he pushed the mug across the island.

You grumbled and crossed to the marble counter. You climbed up onto a tall stool and winced at the tenderness between your legs. The coffee smelled delicious as your stomach churned.

“Don’t worry, you can ride with me,” he taunted. “What time you done today?”

You frowned and took a boiling sip, barely noticing how the coffee seared your tongue. “Four… why?”

“Hmm, that’ll be a long day,” he said. “But not… too long.”

His cryptic words made you scowl and he left you without explanation. He returned with a pink box and his phone. He placed both on the counter. You watched him, confused, and he eased the lid off the box. Inside, was a silicon plug in hot pink. You shook your head.

“No.” You said firmly.

“It’s for your cunt, calm down,” he said.

“No,” you repeated and cradled your mug. “Ransom…”

“Professor. I think I prefer ‘professor’. It’s… proper.”

You snorted and rolled your eyes. He flicked his finger over his phone and it unlocked. He tapped and you leaned on your elbow. He pressed his finger against the centre of the circle that appeared and the box began to buzz as the plug vibrated. He dragged his finger around the circle and the toy intensified. You blinked.

“We’ll save that fun for class tomorrow night,” he licked his lip, “For now, you just need to… adjust.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, come on. You take me well enough.” He slithered. “Gotta have you ready… I have a break just after five. I expect you can hit pause on your studying for a visit.”

You were stunned. You set the cup down and rubbed your cheeks as you tried to process it all.

“You’re disgusting.” You sneered.

“Oh,” he closed the app and searched through his phone. He turned it to you and hit place, “So are you, sweetie.”

You squinted as you saw yourself against the glass, your tits bouncing as Ransom fucked you from behind, his own face hidden by the angle of the security camera. You swallowed and your hands went to your neck as your skin burned with humiliation.

“You…” you were speechless and tore your eyes way from his phone.

“I have a lot more than that,” he assured you as he spun the phone back to him and watched the footage with a leer, “Hurry up.” He locked the screen. “Or I’ll make sure we’re both late.”

[viastro]

prove it | chwe vernon hansol

ミ★ synopsis: in which the university fuckboy does whatever it takes to prove that he genuinely has feelings for you.

ミ★ genre: slice of life!au, player!vernon, humor, fluff

ミ★ warnings: none!

ミ★ word count: 3,603

ミ★ pairings: vernon x female reader

ミ★ notes: hi guys! this oneshot ended up a lot longer than i originally planned. however, this always happens when i write oneshots so this isn’t anything new. i chose this gif because vernon’s blonde hair makes me cry a lil and i couldn’t find any other blonde vernon gifs that match the vibe of this whole oneshot uh help me :DD oh ! i also hope you enjoy the mini cameo from my characters in cafe chuu hehe !! anyways... make sure to give vernon lots of love !! 

You know those guys that are real sleazy? Like, the ones that know they’re able to get whatever girl they want and truly use it to their advantage? So they absolutely just… never settle?

that’s vernon.

You don’t judge, but that’s also a lie because you absolutely do judge since your poor best friend was a victim of his sleaziness. Can you blame her? No, the man is godly. Do you blame Vernon? 

yes! 

While Chaewon never told you the full story, all you needed to know is that she was hurt. Which is enough reason to despise the man, no matter how attractive he is.

You purse your lips in disgust as you watch Vernon walk into class late, silently cursing him when he says hi to his friend on the way to his desk. Chaewon stares at you with a bored look on her face, wondering why you’re so angry about the man when you claim you don’t care about him. She pokes your shoulder, and you turn to her with a big smile, a stark contrast to the previous glare on your face.

“Just say you love him and go baby.” Chaewon tells you, and you immediately pretend to vomit in your bag. She rolls her eyes, shoving you lightly with her hand as she giggles at your antics. “As if I could ever like a sleazy, gross, beautiful ass man like him.” 

Chaewon raises an eyebrow at the last adjective, and you choose to ignore the fact that you called him beautiful, as well as the heat rushing to your face. She lets out a sigh, turning towards the front of the room when your professor begins roll call. 

“We can all see you have a heart boner for him.” Chaewon mutters, and you have half the mind to reach out and slap her shoulder, only to stop when your teacher calls your name. 

“YLN YN?” You raise your hand up, flashing them a smile. 

“Here.” Your teacher nods, before carrying on with the list, and you lean back into your seat. You open your notebook to prepare your notes page, only to pause when you feel a pair of eyes on you. You slowly glance up from your desk to see Vernon staring at you with an amused smile on his face. 

Immediately you turn your eyes away and look at your journal, feeling warmth blossom across your cheeks at the fact that he’s still staring at you. Do you know why? No. Do you want to know why? yes. No!

Chaewon glances at Vernon, making eye contact with him. She points towards you as you focus your attention on your journal, and he shrugs at her. She tilts her head to the side, and he mouths,

“I’m going to ask yn out today!” 

To which Chaewon grins, shaking her head at him and turning to face the front of the room. She chuckles quietly to herself, knowing that it’s not going to be as easy as he believes it’ll be. While Vernon smiles, thinking of the different ways you’ll probably say yes.

“No.” You answer boredly as you walk towards the bus stop, Vernon following close behind you. You don’t bother to spare the handsome man a glance, and Vernon runs in front of you, raising both his hands up to stop you from walking. You let out a sigh, crossing your arms as you stare at him.

“When you said no, you were joking… right?” You raise an eyebrow at him, and Vernon feels his heart sink to his ass when he realizes you actually mean no. Something he hasn’t heard from anyone he’s asked out before. 

“I meant no. I don’t want to go out with you Vernon.” You tell him and he runs a hand through his blonde hair in confusion. Ignoring the fast pace of your heart, you flash him a smile, to which his eyes slightly widen at the sight. You fail to notice the tips of his ears turning red at the sight, and you let out a breath. 

“You’re the fuckboy of the University. I don’t wanna date you just for me to get hurt when you get bored.” You explain and Vernon lets out a scoff at the term you used. “Fuckboy?” 

“Yes. A fuckboy. A sleazy,” You step forward and poke his chest, causing him to suck in a breath at the close proximity between the two of you. “horny, promiscuous, fuckboy.” 

Vernon gapes at you, and you grin at the sight of him being speechless. You lean back, raising your hand up to wave at him. 

“Bye Vernon!” You say cheerfully, before stepping past him and walking towards the bus stop once again. Vernon turns around, watching your retreating figure as the sun begins to set. 

“I’m not gonna stop trying!” Vernon shouts from behind you, but you refuse to turn back. You know it’s all for show, he never actually puts in much of an effort on the rare occasion that a girl rejects him. Vernon lets out an amused smile, before turning around and walking back towards the parking lot. 

“What do you mean you and Vernon were never a thing? You guys hung out a lot last year outside of classes, and you even cried over him.” You tell Chaewon with wide eyes. She chuckles in response, shaking her head at you. 

“Yn, Vernon’s my cousin. We lived together for our first year of uni last year because we wanted to save money, that’s why we were always together after classes finished. I cried during class last year because I read his text telling me the news about his dog passing.” You raise a hand to your mouth in shock at the surprise your best friend just dropped. You don’t even know how you didn’t have any idea of this, because the more you look at her, the resemblance between the two begins to show.

“I-I thought you were dating your cousin?” 

“You absolutely did.” 

“So Vernon’s never hurt you?”

“Only when we played nerf when we were younger.” 

“So he’s not a fuckboy who hurt my best friend?”

Chaewon giggles, reaching her hand up and patting your head softly. She shakes her head, “He’s not a fuckboy who hurt me. He’s just a guy who happens to like a lot of girls but can never find the one to settle down with. AKA, a fuckboy.”

You glance down at your rice, picking up the spoon and shoving a chunk of rice into your mouth as you stress eat. Chaewon watches you with amusement, knowing that Vernon asked you on a date yesterday, to which you confidently told him no. However, you didn’t mention any of that to Chaewon, but Vernon told her the whole story.

“She said no?”

“She said no!” Vernon responds as he looks at Chaewon with betrayal and confusion stirring around in his eyes. She purses her lips, leaning back into her couch as she waits for the rice to be fully cooked. 

“I expected that.”

“How come she doesn’t like me? Usually all the girls I ask out say yes…” Chaewon rolls her eyes, reaching forward and smacking Vernon on the back of the head. He lets out a hiss of pain, rubbing the back of his head as Chaewon stares at him with a bored expression.

“If you didn’t build that type of reputation, then yn would’ve said yes. You honestly brought this whole rejection upon yourself.” You explain and Vernon lets out a whine, resting his head into his hands. 

“I told her I was going to keep trying.”

“You WHAT?!” Chaewon shouts, standing up from the couch and staring at her cousin with a flabbergasted expression on her face. Vernon slowly raises his head, giving her a nervous smile.

“I like yn a lot. I’ve always thought that she was really cute, smart, and kind, but after hearing you talk about her so much I started to like her even more. That’s why I asked her out on a date.” Vernon mutters, and Chaewon sighs. She sits back down beside Vernon, and rubs the back of her head. 

“God. Help me.”

“I’ve never experienced such a fat whiplash until this very moment.” You mumble to yourself, snapping Chaewon out of her memory. Chaewon lets out a giggle at your comment, and you glance at your best friend. Smiling at the sight of her shaking her head at your obliviousness. 

“At least I know you’re loyal.” Chaewon tells you, and you laugh, nodding your head as you give her a thumbs up. “Besties before stinkies.” 

“Nice one.”

“Order for Changmin!” You announce as you place the macchiato onto the counter. The cute boy comes up and takes his drink, giving you a grateful smile. You nod your head at him before turning back to head to register. 

“Hi! Welcome to Cafe Chuu. How can I help you-” You glance up, words dying in your throat as you lock eyes with Vernon, who happens to have a mischievous smile on his face. You feel heat rushing to your cheeks as he quirks his head to the side at your silence, and you immediately break eye contact. 

“Hi yn.”

“What are you doing here?” You ask through your fake smile, and he chuckles at how cute you are. 

“Just wanted to order coffee from my favorite girl.” Vernon states with full confidence, causing you to squint your eyes at him. To which it does not give the desired effect, for he just warmly smiles at you in response. “How’d you know I work here?”

“Chaewon.”

You grin at him, “Of course!” that traitor.

It’s been two weeks since Vernon asked you out on a date, and he’s continued to ask you that same question every single day since then. Whether it be during your break in between courses, when you’re eating lunch with Chaewon, or when you’re walking towards the bus stop. He’s asked you each and every day, but he would nod his head respectfully and leave right after you’d reject him. Letting you know that he’d try again tomorrow. It’s currently the weekend, and he hasn’t been able to ask you out while you’re at work because he doesn’t know what you do for a living.

so why is he at your workplace right now?!?!?!

“What would you like to order, Vernon?” You ask, and you feel your knees buckle at the small pout he lets out when he glances up to check the board. However, you are a strong. independent, woman who will NOT fall for a playe-

“I’ll have a mocha and a date with you please.” Vernon requests with a smile on his face, and you squeeze the counter until your knuckles turn white. You decide to ignore the last part, instead typing in his order into the computer as your other hand aggressively squeezes the counter. 

“That’ll be-”

“Did you hear what I asked for?” Vernon asks, and you glance up to see him watching you expectantly. You let out a smile, leaning forward onto the counter so that your faces are much closer. 

And this time, you do catch the tips of his ears turning red.

“You asked for a mocha,” You state, pausing as you rip the receipt off the printer. You stretch your hand out towards Vernon with a smile, “Which will be ready in five minutes.”

Vernon slowly takes the receipt from you, finding himself entranced by the sparkles in your eyes having increased tenfold when you smiled at him. You gesture for the next customer to come forward, causing Vernon to have to step to the side to wait for his order. 

He lets out a small laugh, shaking his head as he looks up at you. You catch his eye, feeling a burst of excitement flow through you at the small game of chase going on between the two of you. You won’t lie, it’s entertaining to have the university’s player try so hard to get you to be his. Something you haven’t seen him do before.

which makes you think he’s actually serious.

but alas…

Chan taps your shoulder, telling you to go work on the drinks and you give him a grateful smile. You nod your head, walking over to begin working on the next order, only to find out Vernon’s hasn’t been made yet. You let out a small sigh, before walking over to the coffee. 

Vernon waits by a table, watching with a dopey smile as you prepare his drink. He thinks of different ways to ask you out next, wondering whether or not he should ask Chaewon for help. However, there’s a small part of him that thinks you won’t ever say yes.

but he wants you to know that he’s serious about you.

You place the lid on top of the cup before walking up to the counter. You call out his number, and Vernon looks up and locks eyes with you. Feeling your heart stutter as a smile graces his features as he walks over to you. 

“What do you say about that date?” Vernon asks, brushing his hand against yours when he takes the paper cup from you. You chuckle at him before pursing your lips, thinking of what to say to him. He watches with hopeful eyes, as this is the first time you’ve ever pondered the question he’s asked you. 

let’s see if he’s actually serious, You think to yourself. 

So you smile at the handsome man, “Prove it.” 

Vernon tilts his head to the side, and you hold back your giggle at the confused expression on his face. “Prove it?” 

You nod your head, biting your bottom lip to control your smile from widening. Vernon’s eyes glance down at the action, and he squeezes the cup a bit too tight. 

“Prove that you actually like me. That you’re serious about wanting to date me. Then we’ll see if I’ll give you a chance, because I’m not going to get my heart broken due to your commitment issues.” 

Vernon stares at you with an indecipherable expression on his face, and you think that this is it. This is when he’ll decide that you’re not worth the chase. That he can find someone easier. However, he surprises you when he flashes you an excited grin, a competitive glint to his eyes. 

“You got it baby.” Vernon tells you with full confidence, taking a sip of the mocha before turning around and walking out of the cafe. You let out a breath, raising your hands up to your cheeks as warmth floods through your face. Chan and Soonyoung glance over at you, chuckling at the shock on your face. 

“Yn’s got a boyfriend!” Yeri sings from the sink, and you shoot her a glare. You wave your hands at the three to try and get them to look away, causing them to laugh as you turn away from them to hide your smile. 

“How cute.” Soonyoung says beside you, and you nudge him with your elbow. 

“Shut up!” 

“What’d he get you this time?” Chaewon asks as she sits down beside you in the cafeteria. You point at the unopened boba beside your lunch, and she giggles. She mentally prepares a note to herself to tell Vernon good job on getting yn the right flavor!

“When are you gonna say yes to the poor guy? He’s been bringing you your favorite snacks for the past week of classes. He won’t stop texting me either, getting annoying.” Chaewon tells you, and you smile softly at the fact that he’s actually trying. 

Vernon hasn’t attempted to ask you out on a date since the day he visited you at work. Instead, he’s just been stopping by during your blocks between classes and when you’re at work to bring you your favorite snacks. So far he’s brought you shrimp chips, donuts with rainbow sprinkles on them, hot chocolate, and now boba. If you’re free, then he makes sure to talk to you so that the two of you can get to know one another more. If you’re busy, then he just leaves your snack close to you. However, whether or not you’re free, he’s always attached handwritten notes to each snack, just saying he hopes you have a good day, or that he hopes the snacks bring a smile to your face. 

it’s fucking precious.

“But what if he’s just joking?” You ask Chaewon, the tiny bit of insecurity peeking through. She gives you a comforting smile, reaching her arms around you and giving you a hug. You pout against her shoulder, and she pats your head.

“He’s never been this hung up over a girl before. The way he talks about you? His eyes literally light up. Vernon’s always been afraid of commitment, but he wants to try with you. Everyone on campus thinks he’s serious too, considering he hasn’t been seen with any other girl since he decided he wanted you to be his girlfriend.” Chaewon explains, and you feel warmth rise up your neck at the honesty of her words. You raise your hands to your face, cupping your cheeks and she lets out a coo at how cute you are. She’s about to squeeze your face when you both get interrupted by a familiar voice. 

“Am I interrupting?”

“Vernon?” You ask, immediately dropping your hands from your face. You turn to glance at him, and he gives you a shy smile. Chaewon lets out a little giggle, standing up from her seat to walk to the bathrooms to give the two of you some space. 

“Can I sit here?” Vernon asks you, and you nod your head, gesturing to the empty seat in front of you. He smiles, sitting down and taking a look at your unopened boba. You watch as his eyebrows slightly furrow, and you let out an, ah, and take the straw, giving him a grin.

“I was just about to open it.” You reassure him, and Vernon lets out a breath of relief. He watches you shove the straw into the plastic seal on top, taking a large sip of the milk tea. He smiles when he sees your features light up when the taste hits you. 

“Thank you, it’s my favorite flavor.” Vernon feels his heart go crazy at the realization that this is the first time you’ve actually engaged in conversation with him rather than it being one-sided. He nods his head, “I’m so glad I chose the right one.” 

You smile softly, before glancing back down at your lunch. You take a spoonful of rice and place it into your mouth, avidly trying to distract yourself from internally imploding by Vernon’s presence. While he watches you eat quietly, feeling full now that he’s seeing you eat well. 

You swallow your rice, staying still for a moment as you think of how to phrase what you want to say next. You can be blunt and simply just ask him, or you can slowly go into the topic.

i’ll slowly go into the topic.

“Do you actually like me?” You ask out of the blue, and Vernon’s eyes widen slightly at how straightforward you are.

that was not going into it slowly you stupid bitch.

Vernon nods his head earnestly, and you feel heat rush to your cheeks when he gives you a smile. “I do. I really do.” 

You purse your lips and nod your head, trying to act cool even though you’re internally screaming at the moment. Vernon feels his heart warm, trying to hold back from cooing at how cute you are. He tilts his head to the side, “Do you believe that I genuinely like you?”

You stare at Vernon in silence for a moment, recalling everything he’s done to try and prove himself. How he’s persisted in trying to get you to go on a date with him for the past three weeks. You let out a smile, nodding your head at him.

“Yeah, I do.” You respond, and Vernon stares at you in shock, before his features finally morph into a smile. He bites his bottom lip, nodding his head as he looks up at the ceiling. You giggle as he stands up from the table, taking notice of his very red ears. 

“I’ll call you later so we can talk about our date, okay? You still have the note I gave you with my number on it, right?” You nod your head, and Vernon smiles at the fact that you actually kept the notes he gave you. He raises his hand up and waves at you, and you wave back, giggling at his timidness. 

You watch as Vernon turns around and walks away, letting out a laugh when he raises his hands up and lets out a loud cheer. Which causes everyone in the cafeteria to turn their heads to glance at him, but he doesn’t seem to care. 

“SHE SAID YES!!!”

Chaewon walks back over to you, knowing grin on her face as she watches her cousin throw his arms up in the air one more time before he walks out of the cafeteria. She sits down beside you, taking notice of the bright smile on your face. 

“I take it that you have a date this weekend?” Chaewon begins, and you let out a soft sigh, smile not leaving your features as you nod your head.

“Yeah, I guess I do.”

[bwbatta]

four - believable

Abstract: Draco and you are just friends so doing him a favour and pretending to be his girlfriend wouldn’t effect your friendship right?

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

Warnings: this is super fluffy beware

Word count: 3944

A/N: well, I’m back and BOY do I have a good one for you! Christmasy vibes are at 100% as I’m struggling to believe Christmas has actually been and gone, hopefully this will fulfil your Christmas Draco cravings! 

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Part 3

If you thought people gossiped too much about the rumour of Draco and you being in a relationship before it was even confirmed, the gossip that was instigated from your kiss in the middle of the Great Hall was on another level.

No one said it to your face but everyone thought the chemistry between the two of you surely couldn’t have been faked.

Little did they know though, right?!

Whispers died down after a couple weeks of seeing the two of you walk around holding hands or with Draco’s arm over your shoulder pulling you close in his grip.

In fact the two of you touching in some way became such a constant that it almost felt odd when his hand wasn’t resting on your leg while you were together.

The one thing that wasn’t so weird to come from the game you two had going on, was how Pansy had dialled down her desperate attempts to seduce the blonde Malfoy heir.

Sure she still tried when you weren’t around, but it was a lot less than before and all her attempts were rebuffed and ignored by Draco.

After about a month, her attempts had dwindled and come to a halt.

Not that the two of you noticed that much.

You both had to admit, you enjoyed how things were with each other right now, not that you’d tell the other.

“Hey Sweetheart”

Broken out of your thoughts you looked up to see the familiar blonde approaching you with a grin on his face.

The two of you saw each other earlier that day for breakfast and then later for Potions, but since you both chose different courses, you didn’t have the time to cross paths again until later that evening.

You had been flicking through an astronomy textbook, attempting to finally finish your essay in the Library. Christmas was fast approaching which meant so were final deadlines for the term. Mostly you were fine with the workload you had, thanks to a specific muggleborn Gryffindor who had kept you on track, yet astronomy was kicking your arse.

As hard as you tried, you couldn’t tell your constellations apart from your galaxies.

“Hi” you sighed in reply causing the boy to frown

“That doesn’t sound very happy”

“That’s because this Astronomy essay is making me want to knock myself out with a telescope” you rested your head on your arms dejectedly. “It would be less painful.”

Draco didn’t stop the snort escaping his lips as he rolled his eyes at your dramatics and grabbed your excuse of an essay. With a snicker he shot you an amused look at the last line you’d written on the parchment, aka when you’d really given up all hope.

“’The Sirius constellation looks like a dog but you can’t really tell which breed’?! You’re honestly going to give this in?!” he laughed 

“You can’t tell though!”

“Well first, Sirius is a star not a constellation and second the constellation it’s in is obviously a terrier.”

“How helpful” 

His grey eyes shot you an amused look before gathering up your books and papers and put them away in your bag. Grabbing your hand he pulled you up and out of the Library which you groaned at, complaining you needed to finish your essay.

“I know” he just responded, pulling you close to him by your hands before detaching them and dropping his arm around your shoulder, pressing a kiss to your forehead in the process as he saw a gaggle of Ravenclaws pass you on their way to the Library. “Let’s grab some dinner and then I’ll help you with your essay.”

The kitchens weren’t as busy as usual as dinner was already happening, but still busy enough to have three house elves approach the two of you asking what they could get you.

“Two plates of roast beef, one with extra roast potatoes, the other with extra yorkshire puddings.”

Immediately your stomach growled at the thought of the food to your embarrassment. You really hadn’t realised how hungry you’d gotten.

Almost in no time at all, two steaming hot plates of food were given to you and the two of you made your way to the astronomy tower, taking a seat on the floor so you could take in the view of the setting sun.

“Why are we here? I thought we’d go back to the Library or common room to finish the essay?”

“How else am I gonna teach you the constellations if you can’t see them?!”

You were taken aback a little.

“You’re teaching me by pointing them out? How do you know astronomy?”

“The entirety of my family are named after stars and constellations on my mother’s side. It was something I just knew growing up because she taught me from when I was young.”

“So there’s a star called Draco?”

“A constellation actually” he mused, “it’s suppose to look like a dragon.”

“Suppose to?”

“Looks more like a snake if I’m honest”

The subject changed over dinner to other things you’d each thought of or heard throughout the day, when you hadn’t seen each other. Apparently the head boy and head girl had been caught by McGonagall in a broom closet getting frisky.

There had also been a fight which had broken out in the Herbology greenhouses which resulted in a mandrake pot being shattered and everyone fainting because of the screams from the young plant.

The real highlight of the day however, was the rumour of the Ancient Runes professor showing an interest in one of the sixth year Hufflepuffs.

“Contrary to popular belief, those Hufflepuffs aren’t as innocent as everyone might be led to believe” Draco snickered as you slapped his arm jokingly.

“I can’t believe a professor here would do that thought!”

“We’ve had worse teachers, lets be honest” he laughed. “Lets recall our last five years shall we?!”

“First one was killed by Harry after having You-Know-Who on the back of his head, the second was a complete moron and obliviated himself- one was a werewolf! Then lets not forget the disguised death eater and then finally this year we’ve been delighted to have the pink toad as a teacher.” 

“I feel like we’ve really lucked out if I’m honest” Draco snorted as you snickered at the humoured sarcasm you shared.

A cold breeze shifted through the open tower when the sun finally set, causing you to shiver involuntarily. Deciding to only wear a thin jumper, forgoing your robes whilst you studied earlier may not have been the smartest idea once the two of you decided to eat at that destination.

Draco noticed and immediately leaned back against the wall, holding his arms out to you.

“Come here”

With a shuffle, you were under his arm, pressed against him as you settled into his side, his body heat being a welcoming factor.

“Merlin, you’re freezing” he frowned pulling you closer before conjuring up an emerald green blanket.

“Winter doesn’t really agree with me,” you joked “now tell me about these bloody constellations.”

“Well you’ve got the northern constellations and the southern ones. The northern include some such as Andromeda, Cassiopeia, Lyra and Pegasus. The southern have ones like Ara, Orion, and Canis’ Major and Minor.”

“Which one is Draco in?”

“Northern” he grinned down at you as you reciprocated his smile. “You then also have the zodiac constellations which are the 12 most commonly known ones.”

“Like Sagittarius, Aquarius and all that?”

“Yep. Within all those constellations, you’ve then got your stars.” 

The blonde boy explained the basics of the stars to you almost effortlessly as your gaze flicked back and forth from him to the sky, when he pointed out which section he was talking about.

He talked non stop about the stars and you couldn’t help but admire the Slytherin as he spoke of the subject. Draco wasn’t arrogantly top of the class like Hermione was, but he was in no way lacking in knowledge when it came to subjects he knew about like it was second nature.

Time passed you both by like the cool breeze that surrounded you, and before you knew it, hours had passed just being in each others company as he easily gave you enough clarity to finish off your essay, without even having to resort to drastic measures.

You also learnt so much more than any astronomy professor had taught you in all your years at Hogwarts.

Maybe that was just because they weren’t as captivating as the blonde beside you.

You wouldn’t say it out loud, but you knew exactly what your favourite constellation was after that evening, and it just so happened to look like a dragon.

Christmas drew closer and Draco was adamant on sticking to his side of the deal, so with a sigh he set off to Hogsmeade in search of the extensive list of Christmas gifts he had promised to get you. 

He had to appear like the perfect boyfriend after all.

Something was nagging at him though and it was constantly circling his mind as he trudged down in the frost to the village. 

It had been that evening when the two of you were in the astronomy tower and he was teaching you about the stars, when it had happened.

In the midst of his talking, he pointed out the Orion constellation before glancing down at you and pausing a second to catch his breath, not because he was chatting too much, but because in the vivid light of the moon, you were ethereal. 

He had whole heartedly planned to carry on talking, but the sight of you, curled up against him, with the moonlight highlighting your features, his breath was stolen from him. 

Almost in a trance he brushed the back of his fingers against your cheekbone causing you to snap your gaze to him, eyes wide at the delicate gesture.

Your wide eyes shocked him out of his state and immediately he paused awkwardly, racking his brain for some kind of excuse.

“Um... eyelash” he murmured, grey eyes not breaking from your own.

“...thanks.”

His mind was screaming at him to just carry on talking, yet no words came out of his mouth. 

Instead, almost like his body had a mind of it’s own, his fingers continued to move to brush away the lock of hair which had fallen out of it’s place.

Finally gaining control of his actions again, he dropped his hand and pulled you closer to him, effectively breaking your line of sight. Draco began to talk about Orion again but his mind wasn’t 100% paying attention to the facts that came out his mouth.

What the hell was that?

Shaking those questions from his head, he pressed his lips to your temple and continued his rambling about stars.

It had been quick, fleeting, but Draco hadn’t missed it and he really hoped you had. The affection which was suppose to be scripted for everyone else’s belief had reared it’s head like it was second nature to the pair. 

You hadn’t said anything or brought it up so Draco definitely wasn’t going to. 

He agreed with himself it was probably best left unspoken about. It was a slip up, something which felt right to do at the time but it wouldn’t happen again.

Attempting to convince himself, he muttered about how you probably didn’t even notice. It was nothing. 

After all, whatever was happening affectionately between the two of you wasn’t real.

In short, you’d noticed. 

Draco showing you affection was nothing new, yet Draco showing it when no one else was around, okay, that was new.

The kiss he left on your temple could of course be in a friendly manner, right? The brush against your cheek? The way he looked at you?

Friends are affectionate to each other, it was probably nothing more than a friendly endearment. Like a hug.

So why did it feel like there was so much more unsaid?

With a groan of annoyance, you shut it from your mind. There was no use in overthinking something as small as a simple affection. You were smarter than that. 

The truth was, the two of you were so hellbent on making everyone around you believe you were in a relationship, you failed to noticed how neither of you denied how believable it was to each other.

Your stomach grumbled loudly, catching the attention of the witch opposite you who eyed you with annoyance.

“Are you just going to sit there, starve yourself and annoy me, or are you going to get some food and leave so I can work in peace?”

“Merlin, Hermione, it’s almost like you don’t want me around.”

“I don’t when you’re distracting me”

“Charming as ever, I see”

With a huff, the bookworm turned her attention back to her books.

Completely bored with your homework, you fidgeted with your quill between your fingers.

“Hey, Hermione? Are you going home for Christmas?”

“You couldn’t ask me this later?” she sighed as she paused in her writing and shot you an irritated look. At the shake of your head, she rolled her eyes. “Yes, My family and I are planning on going skiing again. Are you heading back?”

“Not this year, my parents are off visiting my cousins in America so I said I’d stay at Hogwarts.”

“You’re staying here for Christmas?”

A new voice entered your conversation from behind you and at the look of Hermione’s scowl, you knew immediately it was your blonde boyfriend.

Turning in your seat, you greeted him with a smile. Pecking a kiss to your lips, more for Hermione’s purpose than your own, he took the seat next to you, placing his own stack of books on the table next to you.

“Yeah, like I said, parents are going to America, it’s just easier if I stay.”

“Not many others are planning on staying though, not even the Weasleys” Draco frowned.

You shrugged at his insinuation, knowing exactly what he was getting at.

“I’ll be fine, might actually get some peace and quiet to be honest.”

He didn’t look convinced. 

“I’ll write to my parents and tell them I’m staying for Christmas”

“Draco-”

“Nope, I’m not going to let you spend Christmas alone,” he was adamant, “Can I borrow a piece of parchment, I’ll write to them now.”

“Go ahead, I’m not using it” you replied which earned you an exasperated look from the Gryffindor opposite you, which you ignored.

Hermione took the time to observe the two of you and how effortlessly you interacted around each other. It was like a cleverly choreographed piece.

You looked down at your work, Draco looked up at you. Draco looked down at the letter he was now writing, you looked up at Draco. You rested your hand on his arm when you were talking, he leans into your touch.

The Granger witch couldn’t help but almost admire the chemistry between the two of you and how easy it seemed it was to be with the other. Sure, she had doubts at the very start when you’d just begun dating, yet getting a front row seat to seeing the two of you bounce off each other, Hermione Granger believed wholeheartedly the two of you loved each other. 

Even if you didn’t know it yourselves yet.

Draco had followed through with his promise and as it seemed every other student had journeyed down to the train a couple days ago. The two of you were sat happily in the Astronomy tower, basking in the silence of the castle and embracing how relaxing it was. 

Since the first time the two of you had sat around the tower before, it seemed like this was the place you both chose to come every time when it was just the two of you. 

Neither of you had brought up the small affection from the previous time, but acting like it didn’t happen seemed like it was working for the two of you.

“What’s the best Christmas gift you’ve ever gotten?” Draco asked you after a few moments of silence.

You had to think for a moment before a grin rapidly grew across your face at the exact present you knew you loved. 

“Snitch socks,” you chuckled “I was given a pair by my grandma when I was like 10 or something and they were the fluffiest, comfiest pair of socks I ever owned where there was a little charm with made the snitches fly around the design. They must’ve cost a knut or something as they fell apart after I only wore them for a few days! Young me was so heartbroken about her socks, she cried for three days!”

“You cried over socks?!”

“The best socks! I don’t think I’ve even known real joy since”

Draco snorted out a laugh into your hair as he wrapped an arm round your shoulders.

“That’s so stupid”

“Don’t be such a jerk, I was 10” you scowled at him playfully “besides, my grandma passed away a couple years later and I have no idea where she got them, so I’ve made my peace with it.”

“Would you still wear them now if you got another pair?”

“Oh 100%, but either way, like I said, I’ve made my peace with it.” You shrugged nonchalantly before turning to the boy next to you, “go on then, what’s been your favourite Christmas present ever?!”

“A pocket watch” he grinned reaching into his pocket and pulling one out, passing it over to you to look at. “It’s a Black family heirloom - my Mother’s side of the family, and it’s suppose to keep you on time for everything. It used to belong to one of my great uncles or someone but I’ve never been late to anything when I have this on me.”

“Really?” you asked sceptically 

“Really”

“What about that time you were late to potions?!”

“Left it in my dorm accidentally. Actually that whole day was kind of a disaster. Bloody Pansy and her love potion.”

You snorted as you admired the watch and flipped it over in your palm to examine the back. Cursive words were engraved in the back in another language- probably latin, which had something to do with keeping the owner on time, all the time.  

It was silver and about the size of a large golf ball in diameter, yet surprisingly light as you played with it between your fingers. 

“It’s pretty”

Draco hummed in agreement as he watched you trace the intricate details with your fingers before smiling and handing it back to him. With a fond look at the watch, then you, he slipped it back into his pocket.

“I just pray I don’t lose it, wouldn’t hear the end of it from my Mother”

“For good reason probably” you snorted, “if it’s a family heirloom it probably means a lot to her.”

Draco hummed once again and pinned his warm gaze on you. He wouldn’t say it out loud but he rarely let the things that meant a lot to him out of his sight.

“God rest ye merry hippogriffs-”

“I’m begging you to stop”

“-ye are A BIRD OF PREY!”

“Y/N-”

“We come in all our splendour, to lead ye ast--”

A hand covered your mouth as you laughed heavily at Draco’s attempt to quieten your singing. You had purposefully tried to make it the worst edition of the Christmas carol possible to annoy the blonde that Christmas morning, yet you hadn’t planned on being tackled into the Slytherin sofa as an attempt to be shut up.

“Did you just lick my hand?!”

You shook your head innocently, not fooling Draco for a second. 

The two of you had gathered in the Slytherin common room, as most of the house had gone back for the holiday.

Only a couple of students remained, but after the wizard had glared at the couple of second years, they scattered somewhere else for the time being.

“Okay, presents!”

You almost dived under the tree as you caught sight of a carefully wrapped gift with your name on it. However, finding the label attached to a rather large bundle of Honeydukes chocolates, the smile you shot Draco was almost blinding.

“You did get me the chocolates!!”

“I promised, didn’t it?!”

Draco watched you with a fond grin as you rifled through the basket picking out a couple of chocolate frogs and chucked one to him. He caught the small packet quickly, thanking his seeker reflexes as he did, and looked at you questioningly.

“What, you didn’t think I’d be able to get through all these myself?! Plus I know chocolate frogs are your favourite.”

Draco felt his smile grow wider.

“I got something for you too” you matched his smile

“You did?”

“Of course!”

Pulling out a long rectangular box from under the tree, he kneeled down next to you as he pushed it along the floor so it wasn’t obstructed by anything.With a wary look towards you, he paused slightly.

“It’s not anything that will bite, right?”

“Oh shut up, of course not, now open it!”

With a roll of his eyes, the Malfoy ripped off the wrapping paper and pried open the cardboard box to see the broom he had been envying Harry Potter over for the last year.

“You got me a Firebolt?!”

“Couldn’t have you whining about Harry’s broom any longer, could I?!”

“Merlin, Y/N! This is fantastic, thank you!” He grinned at you before his eyes snapped to the tree and back. “There’s some other things for you still under the tree.” 

It was your turn to pin him with a questioning look, eyebrows pulled together in a frown. 

Turning back to the tree, you pulled up a few branches and spotted another large box at the back. With great effort, to which the Malfoy just found great entertainment in, you managed to retrieve the box. Pulling open the top flap, the boots and jacket he had also promised you, sat inside.

With a laugh you pulled the boots out first and then the jacket, before spotting a smaller bundle at the bottom. Reaching in, your fingers came in contact with something soft which you pulled out, only to gasp at what it was.

A pair of fluffy green socks sat in your hand as golden snitches whizzed round the design. Not being able to find your words, you looked up at Draco with the softest look you were sure you’d ever looked at him with. 

“Draco... you got me snitch socks?!”

“I may have mentioned about the socks to my Mother and she just so happened to know where they were sold. I picked the green ones because I couldn’t have you wearing red ones now, could I?”

“Merlin, they’re perfect! Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Pretty much launching yourself at him, you pulled Draco into a warm hug, arms around his neck, as he instinctively wrapped his own arms around your waist in return. 

“You are the best boyfriend ever, oh Merlin!”

“If I knew it was this easy to please you, I would’ve bought you them ages ago” he snickered.

You pulled away, only to move to put the socks on as you chatted non stop about how great they were, and in turn, how great he was. Seeing your entire face light up because of a pair of socks made Draco smile even more. 

Again, he wouldn’t admit it out loud, but seeing that smile on your face, which he had 100% been responsible for, made his entire Christmas so much better.