#my tutor says my paper is ok but you never know...

[thesmokinpossum]

Well, I just submitted this thing and is it a bit too short? Yeah. Is it kinda bad? Yeah. But am I at least relieved that it's finally over? Not really tbh.

i just need 1500 more characters (without space), I don't even give a fuck if that shit is any good anymore fr, I just need it to be fucking over

[icyminghao]

boynextdoor having a crush on you

pairing: boynextdoor (ot6) x gn!reader genre: fluff, headcannon

JAEHYUN

the type to go over every interaction with you he had that day while lying in bed trying to sleep

he's so down bad he's probably one of those people who tune everything out the moment you're in the vicinity

has a lovesick smile on his face every time he looks at you!! he's so whipped

probably wouldn't confess that quick, preferring to just pine after you in case you don't like him back (how is that possible honestly)

"And that's how you solve the question," you say, circling the answer on Jaehyun's paper with a blue gel pen, and Jaehyun realises that he completely missed your explanation having gotten lost in the cadence of your voice. He nods his head to act like he understood, but you see right through him.

"Jaehyun, you've got to pay attention if you want to pass the test!" you chastise him, tapping his head lightly with your pen. Jaehyun wishes that were your hand instead.

"I'm sorry! It's just..." he tries to explain, voice lowering, "you're way too distracting..."

"What did you say? I know this is a library, but you don't have to be that soft," you giggle, having not heard him, to Jaehyun's relief.

"Nothing! Um, I guess I'm just tired..?" Jaehyun tries to evade the topic, hoping you wouldn't notice that he lied, with your sharp senses and all.

"Huh," you purse your lips together, "let's call it a day, then."

Jaehyun's eyes widen in confusion. "But it's barely been thirty minutes, and we're not supposed to end until, like, two hours later."

You break into a smile, and Jaehyun tries his hardest not to scream his love for you and turn the entire library against him. "My favourite tutee is tired. How's he going to absorb more information for the next two hours? That'd be pure torture, and I can't have that. Let's go get some ice cream instead! There's a new ice cream parlor that just opened a few blocks away from campus."

You continue rambling, but Jaehyun had already stopped listening after you referred to him as your "favourite tutee".

"I'm... your favourite tutee?" he squeaks, face turning red at his voice crack. You pause your rambling, eyes wide as if you just realised what you said.

"Yeah," you speak up after a while, "you're also, like, my only tutee, so-"

"Let's get going! The ice cream's probably going to melt the longer we take to get there," Jaehyun cuts you off and stands up. You raise your eyebrows at him, unmoving.

Jaehyun smiles. "Come on, don't keep your favourite tutee waiting, yeah?"

You blush furiously, kicking his shin lightly. "You're never gonna let me live this down, are you?" Jaehyun simply shrugs, smile getting impossibly wide.

"Just so you know," he crouches down so he's at your eye level, "you're my favourite tutor, too."

SUNGHO

lovesick af

would probably say yes to anything you say (even if it isn’t a yes or no question bc his mind just blanks out every time he stands in front of you)

would probably try to impress you and would probably also end up making a fool of himself 50% of the time (but it’s okay bc you think it’s cute)

says the flirtiest shit without batting an eye sometimes too

“Hi,” Sungho looks up from his books to see you standing by the empty seat beside him, and he freezes immediately. “is… this seat empty?”

Sungho manages a meek nod, deciding against opening his mouth lest he loses it and declares his love for you in front of the whole lecture hall.

Speaking of the lecture hall, Sungho looks around at all the empty seats around him in confusion. The lecture hall has enough space for the students of his Mechanical Engineering 101 class to sit comfortably by themselves, but you chose to sit beside him. Sungho tries not to smile at that revelation.

You seem to have picked up on what Sungho’s thinking about, and you smile sheepishly. “Um, I recently transferred to this class and I didn’t want to sit alone.”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind!” Sungho dismisses your worries with a wave. “Any friend of Sanghyeok’s is a friend of mine.”

“You know me?” you perk up at the mention of your mutual friend, surprised.

Sungho feels heat creeping up his cheeks. “Y-yeah! I’ve noticed you hanging out with him around campus.”

You beam at him, and Sungho’s breath hitches. “I’ve noticed you, too! You’re always with Jaehyun, right? We should probably all get lunch together sometime.”

Sungho’s brain malfunctions at the flurry of information presented to him. You’ve noticed him, and you just asked him out (alongside Jaehyun, but Sungho pushes that fact aside). Sungho thinks he must be dreaming.

“Sungho?” you call, snapping him out of his thoughts. Sungho realises this is the first time you’ve ever called him by his name, and he yearns for the next time he’ll hear it again.

“Did you not want to hang out with us? You can always say no,” you chuckle awkwardly, feeling small under his intense gaze on you.

Sungho is quickly to wave his hands in a way that signals ‘no’. “Oh, no, I’d love to hang out with you!”

“Though it’d be better if it were just the two of us instead.”

RIWOO

he’s so shy

admires you from afar with the most lovesick smile on his face

probably wouldn’t initiate interactions with you, he’s too shy for that

is so caring

pays attention to you to make up for the silence

“When are you going to confess?” Sungho nudges Riwoo after he sighs for what seems like the tenth time since they started eating at the cafeteria.

“Confess? To who?” Riwoo’s eyes widen, blatantly denying the allegation.

“Come on, Sanghyeok,” Jaehyun narrows his eyes at his friend, “your eyes have never left them the moment we walked into the cafeteria. You literally cannot be any more obvious.”

Riwoo purses his lips together and sighs. “I can’t confess to them out of the blue, man, what if they don’t like me?”

“Who doesn’t like you?” Riwoo’s blood runs cold at the familiar voice, and he turns around to meet eyes with you.

“Our beloved Sanghyeok here has a huge crush on someone,” Jaehyun says nonchalantly as you move to sit down beside Riwoo.

“Really? Do I know them?” you ask as blood rushes to Riwoo’s ears. He’s so flustered he misses the disappointed edge to your voice.

“Uh, you could say that,” Riwoo manages to choke out, “anyway, why are you here? Don’t you have Introduction to Law right now?”

Sungho and Jaehyun raise their eyebrows at Riwoo’s blatant attempt at changing the topic, and if you noticed, you don’t call him out for it.

“Damn, Hyeok, it’s like you’re the one with my schedule. Do you have a crush on me or something?” you tease, “Anyway, I dropped that class a few days ago. In fact, Jeonghan encouraged me to, for some reason.”

“Jeonghan? The professor?” Riwoo straightens at the mention of your professor’s name. He’s well-known as the “most eligible bachelor” on campus despite being a professor, and Riwoo can’t help but feel jealousy crawling through his skin.

“Yeah, he’s so cynical about that course, it’s a wonder how he’s still teaching it,” you chuckle before noticing Riwoo’s reaction.

“Don’t worry, Hyeok, you’re still the only man in my heart.”

Riwoo’s ears flush the darkest shade of red.

TAESAN

he’s a romantic for sure

has multiple playlists dedicated to you for different scenarios (when you walk down the hall, how he feels when he talks to you etc.)

pays attention to your interests (esp your favourite songs) and would check out your favourite artists or albums so he could have something to talk to you about

would probably subtly drop hints about his crush on you through song recommendations bc he’s cheesy like that

“Hey, y/n,” Taesan greets as he slides into the seat next to you, getting his lesson materials out before the class begins. “how was the song I recommended to you a while ago?”

“‘Harvey’ by Her’s? I thought it was really cute! Can you imagine being Harvey, and having someone waiting for you like that?” you launch into a ramble about the song, and Taesan finds himself smiling at how animated you are.

“Well, I don’t think you have to imagine, you probably have dozens of people feeling like that for you,” like me, Taesan almost says, but stops himself before he does.

You smile shyly at his words. “Thanks, Dongmin, but I don’t think that’s the case. I’m not very likeable.”

You sound so sad about it Taesan’s heart aches.

“y/n,” Taesan’s voice lowers with concern, “why would you say that? You’re amazing, okay? Anyone would be happy to have you.”

“Really? Even you?” you tease a little to lighten the mood, and Taesan’s cheek flush red at the sudden turn of events.

“U-uh—”

“Relax, Dongmin! I was only joking,” you giggle, lightly tapping his arm before shifting your focus to your undone homework in front of you. Dongmin chastises himself for chickening out as he looks at your focused face.

“Well, since you liked ‘Harvey’, I have another song recommendation for you,” Taesan pipes up after a while.

“Really? What’s the song?” you reply enthusiastically, and Taesan’s heart skips a beat at your interest.

“‘The Most Beautiful Thing’ by Bruno Major.”

Maybe one day he’ll be confident enough to confess to you directly instead of through his song recommendations.

LEEHAN

he'd probably be friends with you first

would pine after you for a while, afraid to confess and potentially ruin what you both have

occasionally flirts with you like it's free real estate and flusters the hell out of you, but makes no move to confess or anything after (to your frustration, because what are you guys??)

he's gives me such "what are we" vibes ngl

100% would get caught staring at you all the time

"Hey, there's something on your hair." Leehan gently grabs you arm and stops mid-walk. You hold in a breath as Leehan reaches over to brush away whatever was on your hair with his delicate fingers.

Leehan takes one look at your reaction and chuckles. "Don't forget to breathe, y/n. It's gone now."

Your face turns red at getting caught staring at Leehan. Grumbling a small "thanks", you turn around and continue walking towards the cafeteria in hopes that he wouldn't be able to see the blood rushing to your face. Leehan watches your back for a while, breaking out into a soft smile at how cute you were being.

"Hey, wait for me!" Leehan calls, jogging to catch up to you. "Anyway, Dongmin called me earlier to ask for our orders, so I helped you get a Miso Ramen with two eggs, no beansprouts."

Leehan waits to see your reaction, and just like he expected, your face morphs into one of pure surprise. "Woah, how do you know what my go-to order is?"

"Of course I do, I'm not so self-absorbed, okay?" Leehan teases, nudging you.

"Besides, it's a habit of mine to remember things about people I like."

WOONHAK

he’s a huge mess in front of you

can’t even string a proper sentence in front of you bc his mind just goes blank everytime you’re in close proximity

the boys tease him for it all the time (sometimes in front of you)

would probably need the boys to set something up for him to finally confess to you

“God, Woonhak, you’re staring again. Just go talk to them already!” Sungho sighs, nudging his friend a little. Woonhak is unresponsive, too engrossed with his ogling at you to even notice anything but you.

You, in all your glory, standing by the lockers and giggling to your friends with that sweet, sweet laugh of your he would do anything to hear, with that beautiful smile of yours he would do everything to have directed at him.

You, who is standing in front of him now and looking as amazing as ever. Wait, what?

“Woonhak, hi!” you wave a little, beaming up at him. Woonhak thinks he might just die on the spot.

His mind is reeling from the absolute shock at you coming up to initiate a conversation such that he literally just stares blankly at you without responding to your greeting like an idiot, his friends giggling to themselves at the sight.

“Are you okay…?” you wave your hand in front of him, confused at his sudden silence. Woonhak snaps out of his stupor with a jolt. “H-hey! The sun’s out, yeah? Beautiful day today, just like you— I’m sorry, I meant just like your hair! Yeah, I really like your hair.”

Woonhak mentally chastises himself, because what the hell was that, but then you burst out laughing and he feels his whole world stop, and suddenly your laugh is the only thing he hears.

“S-sorry for laughing,” you manage to choke out in between your bouts of laughter, “that was just so cute!”

“Oh, right! Anyway, I wanted to ask if we were still on for after school? You’re supposed to tutor me with math,” you exclaim, and Woonhak furrows his brows together. You guys were supposed to meet today? When did that happen?

Glancing away for a moment, he sees Jaehyun and Sungho nodding their heads aggressively right behind you. “U-uh, yeah, we are!”

“Cool! See you at the library, then!” you beam at him before turning on your heels to rejoin your friends.

“What did you guys do?” Woonhak whines, his legs feeling like jelly after his very, very embarrassing interaction with you.

“Well, we did our best friend duties and asked them out for you. You owe us, yeah? Don’t forget to credit us when you guys get together,” Jaehyun gives Woonhak a rather loud smack on the back, and you glance in their direction to see what the commotion is about.

Locking eyes with Woonhak, you let out a soft smile and a wave, and Woonhak almost squeals. Shyly, he slowly lifts his hand and waves back, his friends watching with shit-eating grins.

He is so down bad for you, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

a/n: ok i may have went too hard on this HELP but ig i’m making up for the lack of bnd content these days hehehe i hope y’all like it!

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[jwanniie]

Hiii again!!

can I make a request about g!p minji x reader fcking in the library?

I got too excited with this idea😁

Secret crush.

You have been struggling in school for the past two months due to some family issues and just life has been exhausting and draining, you weren’t dumb you just needed a little break and someone who takes care of you. From the start of the school year you have been getting decent grades, they were good but if we compare it to the amount you study for you should definitely get better grades, that really did unmotivate you because what do you mean someone who didn’t even touch a book will get a better grade than someone who pulls all nighters, skips meal just to study and never skips a class?You are happy for them but still there is a little unpleasant feeling inside you that you can’t deny ,And on top of that your family starts complaining about you not trying hard and not getting full marks. So you thought about what is the point of trying hard but still not reaching?

The way your grades dropped made your teacher really unhappy because you definitely weren’t dumb in fact you were very intelligent so she decided to talk to you and try to convince you to get a tutor and maybe she can help you choose one.

“___can you stay a little after class, we need to discuss something?”

You were tired and wanted to go home, you wanted to deny but what if she has something important to say?

“Sure” you replied with tired eyes that anyone could literally notice that you hadn’t been getting proper sleep for days, and yeah you don’t even remember when you last had that 10 hour uninterrupted sleep.

Class ended faster than usual, once all of the students went out of the class the teacher sat you down and took a deep breath before starting to talk.

“___ has anything happened home or do you have something going on that is not very pleasant…since your grades been dropping and I’m wondering what’s the reason and if we could try to fix it?” She spat, she really didn’t want to express her thoughts in a hurtful or negative way so she tried to sound as kind as possible.

You took an exhale before speaking “miss everything is going fine at home it’s just that I’m very unmotivated towards school and my mental health overall is not really helping with school” you spoke trying to sound as ok as possible even tho tears are starting to well in your eyes, recalling everything that is happening and all of your family problems.

“I see, do you think if we could ask a student to tutor you so you could perhaps make friends at the same time while studying do you think that would help you a little? And ___ you are nowhere near stupid you just need a little push and that will get you started all over again and I care for you, you are one of my favorite students here, always kind and enthusiastic to learn new things so seeing you like this really does hurt me.” She uttered in the most comforting tone ever, you smiled at her request and nodded because maybe that will make your school life and mental health better “a tutor could work!” Your teacher smiled warmly at your answer “then I will look for a tutor” she said, she lastly bid you goodbye and you went home a little smile on your face knowing that you have a new start and could improve.

The next week the teacher gave you the name of the student who will tutor you and when will you meet, the first lesson would be in the library. Damn, you haven’t been there for a long time you thought to yourself. You checked the paper that the teacher gave you once more and you looked at the name again “Minji”. You have heard the name before but the image of the person didn’t really click. You decide to pick a place near the entrance of the library so as soon as minji steps inside she could see you, you dont think she even recognize you but let’s just hope for the best.

You waited silently for about seven minutes till you saw a girl with a school uniform, your school never restricted what the students wear but that’s what she is comfortable wearing, now the image clicked, She is minji! You have never interacted with her nor your friends did but she was known for having one of the best grades in school if not the best. She was quiet,didn’t really have much friends, a bookworm and kinda cold or perhaps a better word distant? You always saw her with a book in hand or had her head deep down writing something. She didn’t really put much effort in socializing but one thing undeniable about her was her beauty she was that handsome type of beauty. You waved your hands at her you were maybe too excited she just walked towards her expression hard to read, she always had a resting face.

“I was kinda late, sorry” she spoke a little cold it gave you chills, is she always this serious? You didn’t expect any type of laughter or giggling but a little smile wouldn’t hurt anyone!

The tutoring session went pretty smoothly she told you the basic stuff and you immediately got the hang of it, like the teacher said you weren’t stupid you just needed someone to take interest in you. It was very silent, yeah a library is supposed to be silent but this maybe was too silent. You looked around and saw no one near you or even far away from you. You looked at the entrance of the library and there was no one even the bored librarian wasn’t there you looked around a little more and there was literally no one. A panic immediately started to hit you, you can’t be stuck in here seriously. Minji saw how uncomfortable you were and decided to give you a little hug whispering “hey calm down, we are going to get out of here. Let’s call someone” minji maybe was too calm about this whole situation but deep inside she was having a little panic attack. Yeah she didn’t show much emotions but that didn’t mean she didn’t care about people’s feelings, she just couldn’t express with words but her actions did.

You called the school principal and he said that they will come get the both out while waiting you decide to make a little chit chat to burn some time and comfort you a little. “I know this might sound weird but have you had any crush” this was the basic middle school dudes question while playing truth or dare but in this situation you didn’t honestly care, If she wants to think your weird then so be it. “Yeah” she answered tone little softer now, as a nosy person you couldn’t help but ask who, “oooh do you mind telling me who?” You said to excited, she gave you a little smirk making a point below your stomach tingle “what about I will describe it and you should guess, I’m pretty sure you know them” she said in a seductive voice immediately shocking you seeing the new side of her, your not complaining tho it was pretty hot. “Why not, tell me” you said too excited. “Hmmm well she is a girl, she is very gorgeous and adorable, she has never interacted with me before but did now and Uhmm her mental health hasn’t been the best which was secretly hurting me. I have always admired her from a far” she uttered scooting closer to you. Her description definitely had some suspicion in you, deep inside you wanted it to be you but the chances of her licking you were very very slim. “Uhm I don’t…know, please tell me” you stated. She was so close to you now, “hmm sure why not” she brought her face near you inches a part. Your breath hitched and you closed your eyes, she brought her plush lips to your pair and soon you felt something kissing you softly, when she moved her lips from yours, you were shocked a good shocked tho. “Did this tell enough, princess or…?” She questioned looking deep into your eyes, intoxicating you with her pair of eyes almost like hypnotizing you and before you knew you grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her into a deep kiss passionate and warm. She immediately kissed back, placing her hand on your upper back and gently laying you down. She took her skirt off revealing her erection, and damn, was she big? She was huge and her length being hard doubling it size. Without much of thinking you grabbed it touching it earning a groan from her, she was thick and had girth. You went on your knees and saw how her tip was filled with precum. Your tongue exploring her tip and length, her precum was very creamy but salty. Her hand found its way to your neck and squeezed it “don’t tease doll!” Her breath hitched. You tried to take her in one go but she was too big. She gave you a dark giggle full of lust “too big for you baby?” You tried to take her one more time but you gagged uncontrollably while coughing. But still you wanted to please her so you started sucking half of her length, bobbing your head around it. Soon after she started twitching inside your mouth, breath getting faster and moans getting louder. Without warning her thick white salty cum filled your mouth. She looked you in the eyes “swallow it, all of it” and as a good girl you obeyed her, swallowing her release. She was satisfied,way too satisfied. “On all fours baby, mommy is going to reward you for being so good” the excitement of her words flood your brain and your body immediately reacted to her, taking off your pants and panties leaving you with only an oversized shirt. And getting onto all fours, she groaned seeing how obedient you are for her. She couldn’t wait anymore and gave you her whole length, not even letting you adjust to her, immediately thrusting passionately hitting spots you never thought existed. Bumping into your g-spot and to spots people never even named. Her ruthless pace never cooled down if anything it only got rougher, with few more thrusts and few ass reddening spanks your release flood all over your thighs. Her relentless pace didn’t stop, the way you got now tighter made her eyes roll back and a hitched groan came from her “fuck baby so tight”. With how clenching you are around her length it didn’t take her long to feel her high close. Few seconds later she pulled out and white sperm got released on your back.

[cyberkitty1]

SUKUNA X COLLEGE STUDENT READER

summery: you and sukuna are currently going to college together taking a few classes together. hes a hockey player and since he can’t let his grades slip he gets you as a tutor.

a/n: act like this isn’t late.. i’ve been so busy omg sorry guys but i hope you enjoy this!!

“with the way your grades are looking, we might have to place you on academic probation” the dean sighs as he looks at sukuna. sukuna of course sits up as straight as a board “ what? why? i have c’s im passing!” the dean takes his glasses off “ sukuna this is college not high school here we strive to have our students have a b+ average you on the other hand are taking 6 classes and have c’s in 4 thats not acceptable.”

sukuna expels the air he was holding in. “ok what do i do to bring my grades up.” “well we can get you a tutor i already have one lined up.” he says smiling. “ you will meet in the library at 5 o’clock and before you say anything about practice ive already let coach know.” “ok thank you” with that sukuna gathers his things and makes his way out of his office.

he glances at the clock and sees its 4:50 he should probably start walking. as he enters the library his eyes scan around to see you sitting at a table. “hey” he starts pulling out a chair. your head tilts up as you make eye contact.

you approached the dean seeking opportunities to make you transcript look a little better when he brought up the thought of you tutoring sukuna and of course you said yes zero hesitation.

that’s how you find yourself here helping the schools star player bring his grades up in practically every class doing every single missing assignment he has missing. you glanced at your wrist seeing it was 9:54 and there are very few people left.

“thanks for helping me, i owe you one.” you smile softly “yea anytime, if you still need help you can have this” you write down your number on a peice of paper. “ here, and tell me what your grades are, ill see you around.” you say getting up to head out

“ i will.” you look back and smile before walking out of the library.

he’s had his eyes on you for a while, your smile brightens every room, your perfume always smells like cherries, you only wear gold jewlery, you change your nails every 2 weeks because you do them yourself. the more he thinks about it the more he realizes maybe he’s a creep? but who cares he just sat with you for hours doing his school work AND he got your number. a win is a win.

due to all the work you guys managed to finish he was able to play at the big game. the game was over and of course they won, he sees you walking out. “hey!” he calls catching up to you “ hey you did great their!” his cheeks turn a bit pink “ yea thanks,i wanted to actually thank you again for helping me” you open your mouth to respond but he continues “ maybe i can take you out to dinner?” he rocks from his heels to the balls if his feet.

“ yea that sounds great” there you go giving him that smile that never fails to make his heart melt

“ ill meet you outside in 15?”

“ i’ll be waiting”

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[decapitatedrathead]

𐙚..Love Fool.. 𐙚

Zantetsu Tsurugi x gn!reader

♡!A/N!♡: I'm writing after a whole YEAR (since I kinda...like...deleted all of my fics) but hey, a start is best when it's fresh

Hence why I have to start with one of my favorite idiots; Zantetsu

♡!TW!♡: grammar errors? Idk I'm as dumb as him. otherwise none! Just fluff! I tried to keep it gn, plsss tell me if there's an error abt ittt

You never really understood how you got the patience and nerves to put up with him, since...he's been seriously getting on your nerves by how... STUPID he is and can get

But..who wouldn't be when he couldn't understand basic math?

"So, do I just multiple this? Or..."

What did he mean by or ! There's a fricking × sign there...

"....Tsurugi..it's literally just 5×7-0,47. That's all you have to do."

He looked at his paper dumbfounded, then back at his notebook...then back at his paper before finally looking up at you...yeah he definitely didn't understand what you just said......

"Uh..can you say that again in a more....dumbed down way?"

Sometimes you wonder why you agreed to tutor him...

"...Tsu...what's 5×7..?"

He blinks for a few second...then he frowns as he thinks, then hesitantly answers.

"Uh...35...?"

Wow....the moron got something right for once, maybe cause you were about to beat him up the last time you were tutoring him and teaching him basic multiplication.

"Did you REALLY have to think for that long to answer what's 3×7...?"

"Hey!- I'm not good at math ok?-"

He huffed before going, surprisingly, silent...it was quiet for a few seconds before he spoke up again.

"...So what's 35-0,47 then?"

"You're not good at using your brain....and it's 34,53."

It was amusing how he stared at you dumbfounded for a few moments, before he looked at his notebook to check it himself. Surprise, surprise, you were right. Yet he was still dumbfounded by how easily you calculated that..

"H-how...did you do that so fast-?"

"It's grade school math at best, Tsurugi...."

After an overly dramatic groan....he put down his pencil, slouching back in his seat.

"Hey, not everyone can be a brainiac like you, y'know.."

"I'm not a braniac...I also struggle with big equations......"

With a scoff, you simply crossed your arms and looked at him..almost in a judging way

Probably judging how stupid he is

Yet... you wouldn't know how much he liked and adored the way you crossed your arms to look serious...

"....but that's like a...whole new world for you."

He rolled his eyes and lightly slapped your arm in retaliation, pouting like a 4 year old...

"Ha-ha hilarious ...not my responsibility to be good with math, I'm good with football-"

"How will football help in math or English?"

"I...I-"

He was at a loss for words...he didn't have a good comeback for that one. So he let out another frustrated groan before crossing his arms and pouting once more

"...shut up!...not my fault I'm good with sports and not good with words..."

A snort escaped out of your nose...and they way you grinned at him in that smartassed way..

"You're dumb, that's that. And I won't be mellifluous about it."

"I....am not dumb!- I just-"

Surprisingly, he let out another groan, frustrated at himself and the situation.

"And stop using your big words...I have no idea what you're saying-"

"Aaaah right right, I do solemnly apologise for using such a profound vocabulary on my dearest companion."

He put his face in his hands, groaning in frustration again, then took a few seconds to try and process what you just said before looking back up at you with his brows furrowed.

"Now you're just doing it on purpose..."

"Of course I'm doing it on purpose... you're stupid."

His eye..twitched in annoyance. So he leaned forward, resting his arms on the table as he stared at you with a frustrated but firm expression.

"Hey! I am not stupid, I'm just...not as smart when it comes to words and math and stuff...I'm good at football- at least..."

Then he leaned on to the table, his chin propped on his palm..

"..at least that's what I like to think."

That's when you chuckled... stood up, and took your school bag off the library table

"How about we pack up and finish tomorrow..? I don't want your little brain to fry.."

And with a genuine smile....you leaned down and kissed his cheek....

"See ya, Tsurugi...."

He didn't even have time to register that you left after that stunt you pulled

You left him...flabbergasted...brain short-circuiting when he whipped his head in your direction

Just to see you leave the school library...

Sure, he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but he could admit he was whipped for you

Oh my goodness gracious! Idk why, but it kinda feels nice to be backkk

~Posted on July 3rd, 2024~

[whore-era]

collage!ellie x reader hcs? <3

a/n: im gonna assume u meant college!ellie so HERE IT GOES just for you anon friend <3 sorry for how short it is kfkdkkd

tlou 2 university: college!ellie x reader headcanons <3 18+

i have a feeling ellie is either a biology major, engineering major, or a physics/astrophysics major (cuz our girl loooves space), meaning she's extremely intelligent and does very well in class!! she's always answering the professor's questions, taking notes, paying attention. when you struggle with any science/math related subjects, she's ALWAYS willing to tutor you. but, this doesn't mean she's just gonna give you the answers, she's gonna make sure you actually learn and study, even using any means possible — like having you strip off a piece of clothing every time you get an answer wrong and making it a fun time for the both of you.

when you have important projects/papers/quizzes/exams to do that day, she'll make sure to send an encouraging message. don't get me wrong, she always does, but on especially important days like these, she'll always make sure to send an extra special one <3 'good morning baby! you're gonna fucking KILL this chemistry exam babe! you worked your ass off and you're gonna do amazing and get the highest score ❤️ i love you my smart girl let me know what you get when you're done' 'ty els <3 i love you most babe ! i'm abt to start talk to u laterrrr 🏃🏻‍♀️'

ellie will always fulfill her girlfriend duties and walk you to and pick you from classes! even tho she's always a tiny bit late because your class was all the way across campus from hers, but she wants to make sure you're protected and safe so she doesn't care either way! and she'll always carry your books for you, making sure you don't strain or 'hurt' yourself (her words not yours). "els, i have two, capable working arms!!" you whine, as she takes the textbook off your hands, "and so? what if you get a muscle spasm? or you sprain your hand?" she retorts, "by a two pound book?" ellie shrugs, "the possibility is never zero, babe."

when ellie has a project or an essay to work on, it'll be a little difficult to reach her as she gets in the zone when she's working. you'll probably send her some texts throughout the day to check in on her, but as the day progresses you'll find yourself worrying and thinking about stopping by her dorm with dinner because you already know she hadn't ate all day from being cooped up in her room typing away:

you - 9:30 am: els! just got out of class!! gnna go get some lunch w jesse :) hope ur doin okay <3

you - 11:45 am: miss u babe hope ur work is coming along great !!!

you - 2:21 pm: havent heard from u......kinda worried....hope u have been eating n staying hydrated missy >:(

you - 5:56 pm: ok i'm On my way! to ur dorm rn w/ dinner i already know u haven't ate yet n ur gonna feel my wrath

you - 5:56 pm: ignore that extremely enthusiastic On my way! it autocorrected im still mad at u

hearing the booming pounding on her door, ellie takes off her earbuds and walks to the door, opening it. to her surprise, you're standing there, take-out in hand, and a grumpy expression gracing your face. "do you know what time it is? have you even ate yet, ellie williams-miller?" ellie grimaces at the sound of her full, government name leaving your lips. "i'm so sorry, babe. i was working all day, i didn't even realize how much time had passed 'til you showed up," ellie mutters, her stomach grumbling on cue. you hand her the take-out from her favorite spot on campus, and she graciously takes it from your hands. "you better be thankful you have a very caring and worrisome girlfriend, els," you say, "i really missed you today." a smile curls on ellie's lips, "i know, baby. here, let me take a little break from my paper, and i'll make it up to you, yeah?"

and that night, ellie was extremely thankful she worked on most of her paper, as she completely disregarded anymore work as she decided she'd rather fulfill her appetite by eating you out instead. leaving her take-out cold and untouched. but hey, she held her part of the deal and indeed made it up to you.

that was also how 5 papers ended up taped up against her dorm-room door, complaining of the 'fucking loud ass moans' the morning after.

"how'd they even know it was us?" ellie queries, reading over the complaints. "oh wait, it says here 'please tell your girlfriend to keep it down. she was screaming your name all night. thank you for reminding us who lives in dorm 114.'" needless to say, you were red as a tomato and it gutted you to leave her dorm, feeling everyone's eyes on you as you walked down the hall.

let me know if yall would like more college!ellie hcs!! <3

[fayeforrosie]

Blooming For You

Part 5

Karina x Fem! Reader

Today was finally the day Karina could confess her everlasting feelings for you, but there's always something in the way

Part 5 to The Only One I Want

Warnings- Swearing, angst if you read upside down with sunglasses

Word Count- like 3k maybe i forgor

“And when I’m with you, I almost feel like I’m a different person. It’s like I can just be myself without the worry of disappointing my audience and those who support me. I’ve never felt this way before, and before meeting you, I would have never guessed I would be able to experience such protruding feelings. So, Y/n... with all of this said... I would love it if I could take you out sometime, not as a friend, but as your girlfriend.” 

Karina stood tall, shoulders high as her chin pointed proudly. She took a breath as her gaze had yet to fall, the corners of her lips threatening to upturn against her better judgement. 

“Um no thanks”, Ningning glared back at Karina, her face conveying pure disgust as her eyebrows dipped lower than her rolled eyes. 

“Ning that’s not helping!” The leader shouted, reaching over to connect her two hands into the youngest member’s shoulders, pushing her back as she almost fell off of the side of the bed. 

Ningning laughed, wiping the fake tears that were apparently spilling from her eyes, pretending to hold her stomach as if her laughter was corrupting her airway. 

“I’m sorry I'm sorry... it sounds great Karina. I know you’ve been practicing so don’t worry about it, okay? Just be natural, who is she to say no to you if you’re just being yourself?” 

Karina took a breath, calming herself down and putting her mind at ease. Ning was right, she told herself, you’ve been nothing but welcoming of Karina ever since she met you. Everything you’ve done for her, from tutoring the idol and supporting her goal to become a fine artist like yourself, to becoming a friendly face in which Karina never had to wonder if you would be there for her as a friend, physically and emotionally. 

So why was she worried? 

Well for one, you are the only person Karina believed she could ever fall in love with. You were almost too perfect to be real, as if Karina were to rip a sheet of paper off of her undusted scrap journal and jot down a list of things that would make the ideal significant other.

Maybe in the past, Karina would leave the sheet blank, unable to come up with any feature or trait that could create the perfect person for her, as she believed that there could be nobody she would fall for, and she will never experience such a thing, but now, Karina is for certain that you are the very, and only, girl that she wishes for. 

“Ok... I’m gonna do it Ning”, Karina pumps her first in the air, lips sealed together in certainty. 

“I believe in you Rina! Go get ‘em!” 

- 

In your art room, sensing goosebumps arise on your skin as you walk over to clothes the blinds of the window, you hum to yourself the rhythm of the faint noise of one of Aespa’s song, Lucid Dream. 

Before ever meeting Jimin, you had seen her face plastered on every building, her smile persisting you in every makeup ad across the street, becoming exceedingly memorable. Nevertheless, you weren’t exactly familiar with who she was as a person, although fans necessarily haven’t a clue on who their idol is behind camera, you were antithetical to those who have her birth chart, shoe size, and coffee order memorized. 

Sure, you’ve seen people doing one of her group’s dance challenge out on the street, or the sound of her songs playing in a local café, however her music was not something you were exactly acquainted to. 

Now, Jimin has become a close friend of yours, visiting you nearly every day, to the best of her ability, and not only working hard to better her artistic capability, but even becoming comfortable enough to come in some days, too tired from work, and simply rest her fatigued body on your arm and make conversation with you for the remainder of your class.  

She had recently found out that you weren’t one to listen to her music, as you enjoyed more Western artists, with the exception of Twice, which she was a bit offended by, so she took it upon herself to introduce you to her entire discography, lasting longer than you’d be fond off. 

When Jimin played the song you were hearing at this moment, it instantly caught your attention, and when she observed the angelic and beautiful smile painted across your face, your eyes squinting in attentiveness, she promised herself she’d work on more songs that would have relevance to your taste. 

The song ended, along with your night, so you waltzed your way to your desk, readying yourself to head back home. Jimin was supposed to come over for a class today, but she cancelled only an hour ago as she was stuck wasting her time at work, her words not yours. 

It saddened you, because candidly you found pleasure in her presence, you enjoy when she is next to you, her soft voice carrying through the light atmosphere, soft music in the background as you soak yourself in the moment. It was something you found yourself looking forward to, and in fact, you sought Karina was only thing on your mind recently. 

You thought of her before you went to bed, snuggling yourself in the warmth of your blanket, wondering what it would feel like if her arms were to just slowly wrap themselves around your waist, pulling you closer to her body. 

You thought of her when you were driving, imagining her in the passenger seat, a smirk displayed on her mouth as she put on her own group’s music, laughing when you roll your eyes and tell her you’ve listened to it about a hundred times now. 

Maybe you were delusional, but you thought of her in ways that a friend, or a co-worker, or an art teacher should never feel for another someone. She haunted you, appearing in your dreams just when you thought you could finally go a few hours free of the girl running circles around your mind. 

And unbeknownst to you, Karina felt the exact same way, possibly in a more obsessive, delusional, love-sick way. 

So Jimin found herself ogling down at her feet as they swiftly moved across the pavement of the sidewalk, her cap atop her head, while her hood rested above it as well, and her mask pulled to the tip of her nose. The light patter of the rain played over in her muffled ears, masking the ringing voices of chatter throughout the street. Karina thought she had hope tonight, as it was raining and not many people would be out in the city, but that was evidently proved to be inaccurate, the constant shoving against her covered arm serving as more evidence. 

As she finally reaches the end of the street, glancing up to see the familiar building she has come to love only a few blocks down, she smiles and rushes over, only to see you walking out of the very door she was running to. 

Her stomach twisted into a bundle of nerves. She isn’t prepared, but it needs to be done, or she’ll go mad. 

“Y/n!” She yells, her hood falling with the intensity of her speed, her poster tucked under her hoodie, sheltering it from the rain that began to pour heavier. 

You turn at the sound of the neighborly voice, accustomed to the sound of it, and you flash a smile before you could even glance in her direction, thinking you weren’t going to see her today. 

“Jimin!” 

“I need to talk to y-” 

That’s when a few men revealed themselves from behind an empty alleyway, their cameras shown proudly in their hands as they hastily began taking shots of the idol running desperately to you. This wasn’t a good image for her, she couldn’t be seen like this. Jimin had always been seen as such an admirable adult by her company, abiding by the rules, doing as they asked, not as a girl who would sneak out often to chase around a girl she was in love with. 

And the public? What would they say when the rumors arise about her chasing a girl in the rain with a giant poster under her hoodie? And if the company releases a statement that she was not supposed to even be out at the moment, and she was disobeying the rules? The public would ruin her. 

It was all too many thoughts at once, Jimin felt a rush of anxiety wave over her body, freezing at the sight of the paparazzi and what they could do to her, so she allowed them to assume control over her, running in the opposite direction of you into the most secluded area she could find, loosing the paparazzi in the process. 

Your smile abruptly dropped, heart coming to a standstill while you thought of what had just happened. 

Jimin was racing over to meet you after hours, dressed silently and reserved so nobody could recognize her, but the camera men knew. She was caught in the act of only talking to you, so why was it such a problem that she had to run away from you? Was she embarrassed to be friends with you? Did she not want the public to see that she was with someone who wasn’t as famous as her? 

Your anger rose, but in spite of that, what got you the best was the overwhelming sadness consuming your emotions. Who were you to think someone so popular and loved would ever want to even be seen with you? And you thought of her in a romantic aspect? Hah! You’re embarresed for yourself more than anything. 

- 

“Fucking bitch, I fucking knew it. Who am I to even...”, you trail off in your thoughts on your way back to your apartment. It was a close enough distance to walk, and for all that it was raining, and you had yet to buy an umbrella for yourself over the years, so your stuck with your drenched hair swirling down bellow your eyes, blurring your vision. 

“Fuck!” You shout, kicking an innocent rock adjacent to your foot. Everything seemed to agitate you in the moment. You couldn’t focus when all you could think about was how the girl you liked was precisely unsettled with the thought of being seen with you in the public view. 

Your phone rang in your pocket once again, and you ignored her calls like the last fourteen times, rolling your eyes when your infuriating ringtone once again pervaded your ear drums. You seriously need some sleep. 

You feel another text from her come through, so you finally had enough and raised the phone from your jeans, entering your password and looking for her contact, and that’s when you notice the numerous texts sent over the past half hour you’ve been apart. 

Y/n i’m so sorry

I didn’t expect something like that to happen

I didn’t mean to run off on you like that I promise. 

It was exactly what you had expected her to send... you scroll further. 

Y/n? 

Please answer

I know you walk home and I didn’t see you holding an umbrella

Are you home safe? 

Please respond

I’m worried

I hope you aren’t mad at me

At least let me know your safe

Y/n? 

You could get really sick

Seriously please answer

I’m going to your house 

Eyes widening, you through your phone back into your pocket and speed down the sidewalk hastily. You didn’t understand why she’d act so worried about you as if she hadn’t entirely ran off on you in response to her own shame. Who does she even think she is? You seriously don’t understand this woman. 

You rush across the street when you finally see her tall figure standing underneath the sheltered doorway. She doesn’t notice your presence yet, so you fix your appearance slightly and walk sternly down to her, grabbing her shoulder and pulling her to face you. 

“What the fuck was that?” You yell. 

Jimin spins to you promptly against her will, flinching at your blaring tone at such a late time, especially when it was her first time hearing you raise your voice to that level. 

She doesn’t know what to say, suddenly caught off guard by your confrontation. It takes her a while to finally digest the scenery. Your clothes and hair thoroughly soaked head to toe, eyes red as she notices a single near fall down to your chin, or maybe she was mistaking it for the rain, it was hard to tell. 

She was saddened by the looks of you, her heart dropping entirely as she thought of how rigorous the walk home must have been. You must be so cold and hungry, if only she could provide you with such things to make you feel better, although you’ve probably already caught a cold by now, unfortunately. 

“I-” she stutters, “what do you mean?” 

You laugh in her face, almost mocking her. 

“What do you mean what do I mean? You completely ran off on me as soon as those guys came over!” 

Jimin notices you are still in the rain, so she pulls you under the small roof before she responded. 

“You must be so sick Y/n, can we go inside first please?” She begs. 

Your eyes squint, wondering if she was only playing with your feelings, acting as if she really cared for your well being. Well, maybe she did, but would she say the same thing with another presence around? 

“Like you care Karina.” 

Jimin flinches, not only at your tone, but the fact that you called you Karina after continuously calling her by her real name even before the two of you became friends. It was like you knew how to attack her hearts in the perfect place. 

“What are you talking about”, Jimin furrows her eyebrows, reaching to hold your arm but you pull away from her. 

Your gaze drops, and that is when Karina can finally differentiate your tears from the rain as you raise your head dismally. 

“You don’t even understand, do you? I was so excited to see you Karina! I always am! I always fucking look forward to when we can see each other! I look forward to our art classes, and being with you, and seeing your smile brighten when you learn something new! It makes me so happy, seriously! But who am I to even say these types of things to someone like you?” 

Jimin is hesitant on which words to focus on, possibly the beginning of a confession, or the last sentence you had dropped like a bomb on her, causing her to furrow her eyebrows in confusion, not understanding what you were getting at. Or maybe she did, and didn’t want to even believe you would think of such a thing. 

“Why’d you run away from me?” You cry. 

Jimins tears are now racing against yours, following them down to the gravel bellow the two of you. 

“Jimin are you embarrassed to be with me? Are you ashamed to be seen with someone like myself?” 

She shakes her head repeatedly but allows you to continue, sensing you weren’t done. 

“And I was so stupid to even think we had a chance together, how stupid of me to forget that you're an idol, and you’d do anything to protect that perfect fucking image, even running away from those who are close to you.” 

Jimin cuts you off before you can go on, sick of the lies spilling from your mouth. She couldn’t handle knowing you felt so wrongly about her feelings. 

“Y/n that’s not true! I’m sorry okay!" She shouts, “it took me by surprise, I always get so much anxiety when dealing with things like that! It doesn’t mean I’m ashamed of you, or I’m embarrassed to be seen around you! I...” 

Jimin is hesitant to finally show you the poster she’d been fostering on the steps, but she thinks back to what her members had told her, and determined this to be the best, and only time she could do this. 

“I wanted to meet you because I wanted to give you this”, she extends her hand out to you, and the poster is a bit wet and unfolded, but you take it in your grip and open it slowly, careful not to rip it. 

Your eyes fall on the work of art she created, a beautifully drawn Lillie draped against a similar Carnation. You noticed Jimin implemented every piece of advice you had given her to create such a preposing masterpiece, not missing how she used your favorite flower, as well as hers. 

And then you saw what was bellow it... a letter. 

Dear Y/n, 

Everything is all so sudden to me. I haven’t known you for too long, but that doesn’t matter, because in the time we’ve spent together, I’ve come to realize that the only thing I need in my life is you. I was so, incredibly attracted to you when I first saw you in that art museum, and you wouldn’t believe the things I did to find you (i hope that doesn’t sound weird, haha). You’ve been the only thing on my mind, and when I’m dreaming, I can still imagine your beautiful smile and soft skin. I’ve never been one for romance, but after meeting you, I know my perspective has changed. And when I’m with you, I almost feel like I’m a different person. It’s like I can just be myself without the worry of disappointing my audience and those who support me. I’ve never felt this way before, and before meeting you, I would have never guessed I would be able to experience such protruding feelings. So Y/n, with all of this said, I would love it if I could take you out sometime, not as a friend, but as your girlfriend.

You hadn’t noticed your tear stains dripping onto the paper until you finally raise your gaze to the awaiting beauty before you, biting her lips like an adorable puppy. 

“Jimin I..”, you’re at a loss for words. Out of everything that could have been on that poster, you certainly did not expect that. After the recent events that had happened previously, your hope for a future with the girl suddenly fled down the drain, nonetheless here you are with a written confession laying in the palm of your hands

You don’t know what to say, you want to start with an apology, expressing how sorry you were for misinterpreting her feelings and pronouncing her the bad guy. You want to tell her how you feel the same, and that you can’t think of anyone else you’d rather be with than her, but the way her lips pouted in anticipation pained you to no extent. 

You walked closer to the girl, reaching for her slippery hand and taking it in yours. Everything is telling you to kiss the worried look right off her face, diminish any negative thoughts she may be having, and so you pull her closer by her hand, now placing your other on her cheek. 

Even in the darkness of the night, you can nonetheless perceive the instant flush in the girl’s cheeks, and that’s the last thing you can see before you close your eyes and lean forward, connecting your lips to hers. 

Karina’s wintry hand rose to the back of your neck, pulling you impossibly closer to her body. You release your grip you had with her other hand, now placing it upon her waist to steady yourself. 

Her lips glide against yours with ease, its pillow-like feel easing the dampness of the rain droplets everlasting on her lips. You feel Karina smile as you continue to kiss her, and you do the same, appreciating such a moving moment between the two of you, admiring how it could be the possible start of something beautiful. 

It’s not until a while does Karina pull away from you reluctantly. 

“You're all wet and freezing babe”, you smile at the pet name, “let’s get you upstairs and into some comfy clothes.” 

You smile and nod, agreeing to follow her into your complex, trailing behind her back with your hand in hers as she opens the door to not only the entrance of your apartment, but hopefully the beginning of an irresistible, and beautiful bloom of a relationship. 

~

The long awaited last part ☹️

im rlly sorry for the delay guys, i know that it took a while :(( but i hope you all enjoyed❤️

[thatgyalfisher]

Loser!ellie Hc’s 🫶🏼

Tw: minors dni thanks honey🙌🏻,not many just a little nsfw treat at the end for my little kittens🤗

Note: rebloging,likes and comments are very much appreciated ly you guys,i want to be mutuals with all of u and grow this acc!!💕🤭

Oke lets begin😏

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Loser!ellie who definitely tried to tie her shoe laces,and fell over like embarrassingly hard (first time meeting u)

•And deff later on when ur dating says “i fell for you what can i say”

•Loser!ellie who would very softly scratch/tickle ur arm or back for u and won’t stop because she knows u love it

Loser!ellie who would drop her spoon on her plate like 4 times in a row when she has dinner with you and your parents for the first time (my pookies hands sweat 😓)

Loser!ellie who would definitely sneez and hold her nose till she gets a paper towel because a huge booger came out (when she was a kid like 12/13 ish)

Loser!ellie who never gets off the ps5 u got for her birthday

Loser!ellie who oddly loves the smell of dust..

Loser!ellie that has every game u can think off

Loser!ellie who works in a video game store and fell in love (literally) when u walked in to buy a video game for ur cousin

Loser!ellie who asks to many questions about ur cousin to get him the perfect game and ur just there like “just give me a game for 9 year old boys😭”

Loser!elkie who scratched the back of her neck while laughing,then having a cough attack and glowing red from embarrassment

Smut,nsfw!!!

Loser!ellie that accidentally lets out a small whimper when u need to sit on her lap in a crowded car

Loser!ellie who moans so loud when u kiss for the first time and pulls u so close,so tight u cant breathe

Loser/pervy!ellie who before u were dating would go to ur bathroom lock the door and go through your laundry basket to find some worn panties

Deff sticks one in her pocket for when shes home

Loser!ellie that almost came in her pants when u bent down in a short skirt trying to get ur book out of ur bag one time while she was tutoring u

Loser!ellie who practically ran home after unbuttoning her pants in the elevator,and shover her pants down to her enkels (not bothering to take them all the way off) as soon as she shuts the door behind her

After that would walk to her room while already rubbing her puffy clit like a dog in heat, whimpering while sliding her feet over the floot like a penguin

Loser!ellie who lasted only 4 minutes the first time she fucked u with her strap

Loser!ellie who eats pussy for her own pleasure and acts like its an actual meal

And finally loser!ellie who accidentally called u mommy when u were sitting on her face, and just stopping in her tracks embarrassed,u tell her u dont mind and she continues like nothing happened and never does it again

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Note:this is my first time writing hcs i hope i did good,didint proof read lol sue me. But leave ur requests in the comments! And reblog pls my little kittys🙏🏻🫶🏼

[madude21]

Over time

Suzanne loved being pregnant with her bosses baby. Not only was he a good lover but also a great boss. When she started at a tech company she never imagined she would have it so easy.

At first she was just a regular secatatary, taking calls, scheduling meetings, and all the boring paper work no one wanted to do. After awhile she was sick of it and went to her boss ,Jack, to ask for a more important position.

She never really thought anything of him until she saw how dirty he really was. One day, as she approached his corner office she saw that it was locked and started to head back to her desk. Bit before that she heard a muffled "AAAHHH" sound.

Fearing her boss was in trouble she unlocked the door to help him. When the door was opened she saw Jack rubbingone out to his computer."GET THE HELL OUT" he yelled.

She quickly shut the door and stated back to her desk. So many thoughts were going through her head as she tried to forget about what she saw. Not 5 minutes had passed before Jack called her back into his office.

"I'm sorry you had to see that Suzanne, I know it was wrong and I'll think twice before trying that again. But please can we keep this between us, my dad would kill me if he found out what I did at his company" he explained

"I think we should get you a new lock. I got into your office with just a paper clip" Suzanne said in a calm voice. "What, why are you thinking about the door Suzanne"

"You can call me Suzie, and I think you're dad is the least of your worries". He gulped "I'm done for ain't I?" He asked with fear in his voice. "Now ever since I started here you've treated me fair and I think we can reach a fair agreement"

Jack thought the worst as he started to worry about what Suzie was planning. "what did you have in mind?"he asked in a shaky voice. "I know there a new branch management position open, I would like to have it" Suzie said smirking. "Done, it's yours" Jack said hoping that it was all. "There is one other thing". Susie got up and walk towards Jack with malicious intent.

"I want you put a baby's in me" Susie demanded. "What did you say?" Jack wanted to make sure that this was real. "With all this work I've been doing I haven't been able to really live a social life and I want to become a mother before it's too late". Jack was astonished, he didn't really have a social life either because he grew up rich and was basically raised by tutors. "I... uh... don't know what to say". "Don't say anything, just sit there and look pretty" Suzie bent over and took her panties off and dropped on the floor infront of him. Jack's heart raced as he couldn't believe what was happening right now. "Are we really doing this, right here, right now?". Susie ignored his words and started to unbuckle his pants. Jack was in shock, he knew that this was wrong but he was afraid of what she might do if he stopped her.

"just relax and try to be quiet this time" she put her leg over his chair, as her wet pussy hovered over his cock, she guided his dick inside her. "mmnng" she moned softly as to not draw any attention. Jack was enjoying himself until "hnnng" he didn't last long. Susie felt his worm cum inside her "that's ok boss, I got what I wanted". She got off him, turned around and bent over to pick he panties up.

"I'm not done yet" jack grabbed her wrist, his cock was still hard and his confidence had grown. "I don't mind making sure I'm pregnant" she leaned on his desk and presented her cum filled pussy. "I'm gonna enjoy this" he whispered in her ear as he started ramming his hips against her ass. His dick reaching deep inside her. They didn't care how loud they were, they fucked each other all morning that day.

That was 9 months ago and now Suzie sat in her own office with her beautifully round belly. Jack had her office custom made so that their coworkers were deaf to the sounds of their "one on one meetings". Jack entered her office and locked the door "thought we could have some fun before the meeting. How's my son doing". "he has been causing some trouble in there, I think he wants his daddy". Suzie bent over on here chair, awaiting Jack's dick. "You shouldn't even be working being a week overdue, but I can't deny that ass" Jack began fucking her. Wrapping his hands around her plump baby bump and feeling and his son kicking much more than usual "he's really fussy today huh?". Jack turned Suzie so that he could get a better grip of her belly "not so rough today" Suzie begged."I'll try" Jack responded as he pulled her belly aggenst his hips.

They made love for 20 minutes before the pains began. "Aaagh" " are you alright?" "Yes it's nothing, just don't stop". Jack continued, he couldn't resist her jucy pussy as it was extra wet today. " oh god, unnnggg" Suzie's water broke and soked her carpet floor. "Was that the baby" jack asked, worried. "No I just camed" she lied.

"Are you sure, that's a lot of juice" "yeah I've been drinking a lot of liquids" Susie didn't want to miss this meeting, she had to be present not because she needed to but she wanted to see Jack get his promotion. "I'll be fine I can last an hour before the baby comes" she thought. " you go get ready for the meeting, I'm going to clean up this mess and" she was interrupted by a painful contraction. "Are you ok" jack asked "just Braxton hics, nothing to worry about. You go I'll see you at the meeting" she said rushing him out the door. "Please, I want to see Jack inherent the company, just stay in there for a little while"

At the meeting, she was lucky to be seated at the far side, away from Jack. The CEO and Jack's dad, the owner and founder, sat at the other end of the table. As the meeting began the time between her contractions grew smaller. "It's only an hour, I can make it" she said as she felt her baby pushing against her cervix. The meaning was like any other boring corporate meeting. They started by sharing quarterly reports and future contracts. She couldn't focus on anything they were saying as she tried so hard to stay silent.

"Finally it was time for Jack to receive his promotion. Jack's father got up to address the room "now on to more exciting news, I think it's time to welcome our new CFO Jack" everyone in the room started clapping and as they did Suzie was able to let out a small whimper of pain as she felt like pushing. As the noise died down Jack started to speak "I am very honored to have this position and I would like to thank my branch manager, this could have happened without you Suzanne and I would like to thank you for all your hard work". She stood up trying very hard not to scream "thank you all for supporting me... I know times been tough but together we can-mnngg-get through it". She sat down quick, and as she did another contraction hit her.

When the meeting was overly quickly waddled to her office. She knew that she wasn't going to make it to the hospital and laid on the floor to push. A couple of minutes I'd pass and she could feel her baby halfway up the birth canal. Suddenly Jack swung the door opened " I knew it, why didn't you tell me?". "Just shut up and help me deliver this baby,I'm so close" she said pushing her baby. "No son of mine is being born in an office" Jack stuff cheese fingers inside Suzie and started to push their son back. "NNOOO, STOP" Suzie cried out in vain. "now I'm going to carry you and you're going to keep your legs shut until we get to the hospital, understood? " Suzie nodded.

The trip to the hospital was excruciating. Jack would constantly stick his fingers inside Suzie to make sure his baby stayed inside. Every time Suzie pushed he pushed back. But right as they got into the parking lot Suzie was able to push her babies head out. "PLEASE JUST LET ME FINNISH" "NO, YOU BETTER START WAIT TILL THE DELIVERY ROOM" Jack pulled her up. It was hard to walk when there was a baby in between her legs. Jack manage to find a wheelchair and sat her down. When they got to the lobby Jack yelled for the doctor's help but in vain because with one final push his son was born.

[lackadaisy-headcanon-supply-unit]

I adore reading the Headcanons y’all have made so far- if it wouldn’t be too much trouble could I request Nico x Male!University Student Reader?

OK, so I didn't read the ask right the first time and accidentally brewed up a few drops of a oneshot before I realized the order was for a crate of headcanons, so please enjoy this strange new hybrid of drink.

Y/N only came to St Louis for the university… and because his brother had told their mother that it was the safest place to be.

Safe, my ass.

There seem to be criminal activities everywhere he looked, from stolen apples to stolen cars, schoolyard fights to drive by shootings.

No wonder Y/N preferred to stay inside most of the time.

It wasn't too hard to pick out the culprit's either despite adamant police assurance that they had no leads in any of their cases. They were the ones, usually scarred, who willingly chose to linger suspiciously on dangerous street corners, aloof in stance but vigilant in piercing stares.

One of them in particular crossed his eyes often; a white and dove grey tom with a rolling musculature who lingered around the streets. Sometimes he'd be accompanied by someone French whispers between them identified as his sister. Student gossip claimed he was an infamous hijacker from one of the local speakeasies.

It only made the glances and grins he give Y/N that much more sickening to see. As long as he stayed away from the criminal societies of Saint Louis, he'd be fine.

…right…?

"Tutor me."

Y/N had made the grave mistake of sitting too close to the university gates. The smirk of a white faced feline pressed between the bars lining the walls.

"I… what?"

"I can pay. A lot."

"For what?"

"I told you, tutoring. You seem smart enough for the job, and brave. Ain't too many geniuses here who'd even talk to me for this long."

It was only then Y/N realized all his friends had left his side. Cowards. He couldn't blame them, though: he was close to running off himself. The revolver-shaped bulge in the tomcat's pocket made him swallow hard.

"Never was a book kid, never finished school properly either. Serafine said maybe I should take advantage of my stakeouts 'ere to pick up a little. Could be useful. I said I can pay. Deal?"

Y/N was honestly too frightened to say no.

The first week had Y/N panicking and trying to get into a routine.

Nico—or Mr Savoy, as Y/N's terror insisted on calling him—came along every other day, at the same time in the same place. With the barred wall between them, one taught and the other learned.

They went through everything from basic math to spelling, and even a touch of history and literature here and there. It was all a far cry from the master courses Y/N was at the university for in the first place.

Mr Savoy held his end of the bargain; a steady flow of money kept rolling into Y/N's account—god knows how Nico found it in the first place. It was a well paying gig, and for a couple of hours or so a week, it was a good one.

Y/N was never allowed to question his student about anything. He didn't ask where the staggering amount of cash came from, nor what happened when Nico would turn up battere, bruised, and still even bleeding from untended cuts. Y/N had learned the hard way when a worried hand tried to touch one on the back of his hand, and that same hand suddenly flew towards him with a growl. Thank god the metal bars were there.

Nico was smart, although not necessarily in the way Y/N expected. As he had said, Nico wasn't one to bury his head in books. His logic and intelligence was rather rooted in streetsmart instincts and on unbridled confidence, an assurance so sure of himself with every wrong answer that even Y/N had to double check his own lessons and notes. His panic must have showed far more than he had intended it to.

Nico would watch him scramble for his papers with a smirk. "Am I wrong, though?"

"That's not the kind of division I was talking about, Mr Savoy—"

"What will it take you to call me Nico, eh? Anyway, am I still wrong?"

"Technically, it could but—"

"There we go."

"—not in this case. This is mathematical division not literal…body…division, if you know what I mean."

He wondered if Nico was actually listening at all, with his sleazy face propped up on his sleazy paw and the cocky lash of his sharp tongue whipping behind his eyes and with every flick of his tail.

"You're very cute when you're like that, cher," he remarked idly.

Y/N choked on his words.

Nico laughed.

Nico left the lesson full of cheer.

Y/N left it still strangled and red in the face

That was not the first nor the last time Nico pulled similar tricks. Once he seemed to realize Y/N was vastly inexperienced with romance and blushed easily, he flustered him every time he could.

Compliments, fleeting touches, even a teasing kiss on the cheek as a goodbye from time to time.

And Y/N could still not let anything out but stammered nonsense.

He was a disruptive pupil, but not in an endearing and innocent, childish way.

Much more in a… seductive fashion.

Y/N had promised himself (and his whole family) that he wouldn't fall in with the wrong crowd, but Nico…

Oooh, that darn criminal...

He was something else entirely, and Y/N had a feeling he wasn't going to break the chains for a long time yet.

[yuyan]

Bound to fall in love...

{Requests: open}

Pairing: Math girl reader x English boy Kazuha

╰┈➤ A/n: A little self indulgent. Yay first writing work thingy. Anyways, NAPLAN drained all my writing skills for today so sorry if its bad.

✎ Synopsis: When a girl who excels in math meets a boy who excels in English, they're bound to fall in love right? After all, opposites attract.

Headcanons + scenario

Genre: fluff

✎ Highschool au

TW: None

CW: Reader despises bad grades(they're an academic), reader bad at english, sumeru classes are like honour classes/i think ap classes if you're american(correct me if I'm wrong im not american), reader in sumeru classes, fluff.

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I think Kazuha gets slightly above average grades

Like Bs in everything but especially excells in english

Every english teacher's teacher pet

He doesn't even try to be on the teacher's good side, they just love him I mean he's really sweet and stuff so

Fails math though

Straight As in english but straight Ds in Math

Ok enough about him kinda

On the other hand you excel in every subject, especially math

almost every subject

You were in the sumeru classes so ofc you're book smart and stuff but

You only got one B in english your entire life, the rest were Cs

If only you could do as well in english as you did with math

Math was logical, it was simple, you always did more then the extension work that was given to you

But with english, you had to interpret the character or author's feelings

Know when to use figurative language and how to make your character appealing, interesting

While Kazuha's only sumeru class was english and he exceeded that curriculum

Struggling, with both subjects, the two of you eventually meet (Short scenario below)

"You got 10% on the math quiz again?" Venti said. "You have to pick up your grades soon Kazuha or else you'll never graduate."

"Your one to talk," Xiao scoffed, "Aren't you failing 3 subjects?" A small pout formed on Venti's face while Xiao continued eating his almond tofu.

The white haired boy laughed at his two friends. "At least I go an A on the english assignment," Kazuha said.

"If only your grades in math were as good as you grades in english," Aether chuckled.

"Aww you and (name) would make a good couple," Scara said sarcatically. "Making up for the other's flaw and all."

"Oh yeah!" Heizou said. "Why not just go and ask (Name) to tutor you," Heizou suggested.

"Ah but I don't want to trouble her," Kazuha said.

"I'm sure she won't mind and if you're still so concerned about troubling her, just tutor her for english," the blonde boy said. "Lumine said she's been struggling with the subject."

Kazuha hummed, staring down at his quiz paper.

"Urgh! Why can't I just get an A!" (Name) screamed, frustration written all over her face. She stuffed her assignment back into her bag, utterly defeated.

"Well, you got a B," Yunjin said,"that's an improvement."

"I know but it feels like I can't break this invisable wall and all my parents say is try harder," (Name) said. "Like thanks for the advice, I totally haven't been doing that this whole time!" she said, throwing her hands in the air.

"Why not get a tutor?" Lumine suggested.

"My parents don't believe in paying extra money for another person to teach me," (Name) sighed. The girl waved at her friends before entering her english classroom, placing her stuff onto her desk and taking a seat, waiting for the teacher to arrive and for another useless class to start.

"Um hey (Name) was it?" one of your classmates called out to you,"can I ask you a favour?" What was his name again? Ah! Kadehara Kazuha.

The boy pulled you outside the room full of overachievers to ask you if you could tutor him math and in return he'll help you in english

You accepted because well it was free tutoring and you didn't mind teaching him in return

"Ok but we'll have to study in a public place cause my parents don't allow strangers in the house and I'm not allowed to go to someone's house unless they've met them." - You

"Ok then." - Kazuha

And this is where the journey starts

You'd tutor each other on the weekends, during breaks and sometimes afterschool

You would teach Kazuha the basics, making sure he understood what to do in every possible mathematical situation before working his way up

You tried very hard to be patient but sometimes you just wanted to give up

Boy seemed hopeless but you wouldn't give up on him

Since he only asked you a week before the test, the results weren't great but he didn't fail

He showed you his C+ like an excited child before composing himself and asking what you got

"How did you even get 102%?!"

"I had extra time so I did a different way of working each question out for fun."

Venti overheard this conversation and his jaw dropped while Scara scoffed, murmuring something along the lines of you being a tryhard or something Scara's mad you managed to beat his perfect score like always

When he got an A next term, you felt very proud

You started giving him extension work afterwards much to his displeasure

On the other hand Kazuha taught you everything about literature

Like everything

He was so patient and gave you so many examples, you don't know how he created such sentences from thin air

You were just like how do you even think of that

He taught you what words to you and how to correctly interpret the character or author's feelings

He explained it so much better than the teacher, you were just like why doesn't our teacher explain it like this

He would edit your drafts and give you feedback

Kazuha told you to edit his draft once and you refused profusely

He wanted someone else's insight on his work but he guessed he'd just have to ask another day

He was prouder than your parents when you started getting As in english

Anyways below is after you start dating

He'd let you borrow his favourite books to read

Study dates were a thing but he made them more romatic

Like he planned out a whole picnic for a study date once

Had boba, mochi, all your favourite food and snacks

He found a really cute cat cafe to study in but you two go disctracted by the cats

You two would agree to disagree on whether math or english was better

When you two got together heizou called scara a fortune teller for foreshadowing this

Their whole friend group started annoying scara, asking him to tell their fortunes

Scara told them all to shut up

When kazuha sees you writing your essays, focussed and completely oblivious to anything else, he's thinks about how glad he is that he asked you to tutor him in math

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[salty-professor]

You should know this already

So, I have several degrees. This isn't a humble brag. It is what is required to teach in Higher Ed. I did the work. I earned the degrees. I was a student over and over and I learned and I learned so that I could, one day, like say, today, impart my knowledge to a student who wishes to learn from me. Maybe not me per se but someone like me. Someone who is an expert in a particular field who can help people become better at something.

This is the job I do. This is the job I just did ten minutes before I sat down to write this. I have a student who is riding the struggle bus at the moment with this unit's concepts. To help out, I've spoken to her, met with her virtually, chatted with her on the phone, and today, replied with a detailed email.

I have the privilege to do my job, but I worked my ass off and made huge mistakes along the way and now, here I am, in the Ivory Tower, trying to take it apart bit by bit so that it can be built again, stronger than before.

I teach. That is what I do. I've said it before and I'll say it again. I am a professor who doesn't profess. I teach. I like to actually find out what my students need and I work with them to crack the code. Does it take more time? Yeah. It does. Is it the right thing to do? I mean, I guess it depends on each person who sits on my side of the desk, but I think this is the job.

A few things drive me crazy about my colleagues. OK. Way more than a few. I wrote a whole book about it because my list is so long. I should say ONE of the things that drives me crazy is when one of them says to a student "You should know this already."

For those who have never been insulted with this bullshit line, here is what it sounds like.

Student: Um...Professor Fuckhead, I am really struggling with subject/verb agreement. You keep telling me that I am doing it wrong, but I just don't really get what you are saying. Professor Fuckhead: That was something you should have learned in elementary school at best or middle school at worst. I don't have time for that. I'm not teaching you English, I'm teaching you how to write effectively.

Yeah, so, Professor Fuckhead isn't wrong about a lot of that, BUT, he should take a few minutes to help out. He totally has the time. The class only meets 2.5 hours per week. All kinds of fucking time. Beside, the fact remains the student doesn't know it and s/he/y is asking for help. So, it is Fuckhead's fucking job to help. I'm not suggesting that Fuckhead needs to set up private tutoring sessions for this struggling student, but the internet is vast and the resources are free.

If it were me, I would say something like:

Page 22 in the free handbook I send you all on day one of the class should give you a lot of insight. Also, Grammar Girl has some excellent videos and resources that can help you refresh your skills. Let's look at a few instances in your writing where you are doing it wrong and then you can look at the resources and you can try to find the others in your paper. I'm not going to fix them for you, but I will show you how you can fix them.

I didn't shame the student. I didn't put up a wall. I didn't do the work for h/er/m either. I gave some help. I showed the student how to fix the problem and shared some resources because, yes, the student should know this already. This is college BUT s/he/y is struggling.

I know I can pass the course I am teaching. That is sort of the point of getting all the degrees. At some point, someone with more degrees than me took a moment to explain things to me that I didn't know even if I "should" have known it.

The world is big and our brains are stuffed with a lot of shit. I know that Brian May is both a rock god AND an astrophysicist. Is that helpful? No. Could I have used that mental space to remember something someone taught me when I was 9? Maybe.

Instead, I listened to Queen and then I asked a question of someone who knew more than me and while I was told on many occasions by Professor Fuckhead that I should know that already, thankfully, I had plenty of teachers who decided to take five minutes to help me out. Seems only right that I pay that forward.

#educationisaright

[t0kidal]

Return From Origins Part 3

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No Intro, only story.

Inspired by 4_ever_rewritten and TheWunderKind on Ao3

Mairimashita does not belong to me, all characters in this fic belong to either you, the reader, or Nishi Osamu.

Part 2 ; Part 4

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As it turns out, Iruma seemed fine but further inspection revealed boney limbs and a very loud and growly tummy. 

During a brief moment of panic you ended up out the window and coming back with comically large prey in your jaws. 

But apparently he just needed to drink milk for the time being... he was still too young and couldn’t eat physical food just yet. While he’d like to eat more and more often than a bottle every two hours (which was achieved after much negotiation with the infant), for the sake his health and adjustment to his new home, there’d be no changes to his meal schedule.

Right now it was your turn... technically...

Technically it was your turn because you were watching over him again and he woke up at the crack of dawn, hungry. You can tell because he’s looking at you with those eyes.. big and blue.. we’ve established that. 

“What are we going to do with you?” You say as you gently pick him up and cradle him.

“Hmm? How are we going to teach you all that you need to know to survive? Or rather... how are they going to do so?”

You start to hum as you bring him over to the kitchen to prep his bottle.

“Are you even aware that you should be afraid right now? What kind of monster is holding you?”

He only coos sleepily, cozy in your arms.

“I thought you were hungry, Iruma? Wanna eat later with everyone?”

A little gurgle is your only reply.

You sigh, “I must be losing my mind... technically I’ve already lost it but...”

“You know... You have a wonderful family all ready to receive you. I have no doubt that they’ll always love you... never leave you.

I will never leave you.”

Steel your resolve, you’re about to enter motherhood.

~~~

“So... about adoption papers.” You mention.

“They’re right here~! Oh, I’m so excited! Finally I have a grandson to spoil rotten~!” 

“Wait.”

“Hm~?”

“I... I would like to be added on as a guardian.” you sheepishly ask.

Sullivan, now no longer an egg, towers over you even as he sits. Calmly mulling it over, you await with baited breath to hear-

“Ok~!”

“Huh?”  Yes, brilliant, wonderful, such grace, much eloquence.

“You’ll be added in as his legal ‘Mother’~ I have faith that you’ll do a great job with such an important role in his life~”

“H-hey w-”

“All done~!”

“Wh-”

“Now to take care of other business~ Your reappearance into society~”

“About tha-”

“You didn’t think that Iruma’s mother would be jobless would you~?”

“S-senpai...”

“I agree with, Master. You’ll need to assimilate so that you can set a good example for Iruma later in life.”

“That’s true bu-”

“In fact~ I’ve already got a job offer for you~”

You can only sigh as you accept your fate, Balam sweat drops in the background.

~~~

The job offer was as a tutor in Babyls. Your job would be to assist in their practical lessons and examinations. For example, in the Harvest Festival, you’d be an opponent or obstacle of some kind. Additionally, if students had any questions about surviving alone in the wild, you’d be there to answer them.

Sounds easy enough... but you were concerned about one thing...

“Isn’t it concerning that you’re employing someone who’s returned to origins?”

“Hmm~” His mustache twitches, “We could say you’re there on probation, under the watchful eye of the teachers and faculty alike.”

“How?”

“Well, dear kouhai, it doesn’t have to be true. It could just be a rumor, it’ll be enough to satisfy most’s curiosity.”

“Okay.. do we have any precautions in mind for otherwise?”

Sullivan only smiles and hums.

~~~

Which is how you ended up here. It wouldn’t be good to just suddenly have your own office so you offered to hold your sessions in the library. Almost no one went there when you were younger and you figured the same now.

You used to come here to try and find any traces of your clan in places they were located before, events they meddled in...

You sigh, not quite knowing what you were doing here but then...

“Y-You! What are you doing here!?”

Startled, you whip around in defensive position, fangs glinting in the light, and hair bristling to add some height.

And then you stop.

Because right there was one of the demons you missed the most during your time away.

“K-Kalego...”

He summons Cerberous and you find yourself pinned under its paw, all three of its faces snarling rabidly in your face. 

“Why are you here!?”

What were you supposed to lead with... I’m a mother now? I work here? No...

You didn’t think any of these things would be good enough... enough to apologize for your time away...

“… first of all uh-”

“Don’t want to hear it. Why are you here?” he repeats firmly.

“I got a job here.” You say calmly, staring still into Cerberous’s maw.

“What?!...” you can hear him mutter something along the lines of ‘That Damn Principal! He woul- no.. no.... he definitely would.’

“Pfft”

“I don’t see what’s so funny about this, so stop laughing! You’ve always laughed and never took anything seriously, now look where you are!”

You’re sighing an awful lot today..

“Kalego. Let me up, I can’t say anything like this.”

“Good, because I don’t want to hear it.”

“Please, Kalego...” You calmly turn your head to look at him. 

When your eyes connect you find your expressions mirror each other.

A grimace, a hint of disgust, or in your case, shame. All because of these damn eyes of yours that tells so much and leaves nothing to be said.

~~~

[lordofwaffless]

6. Cafe

Stu was exhausted. Not only had he been yelled at by pretty much everyone, he’d been made fun of by his aunt, then mocked by his teacher, and then insulted in the cafeteria by not only a stupid wizard, but also an angry witch. He was almost tempted to call Ezra and ask her to

take him home. Knowing Ezra, though, she had almost certainly made plans in town once he had told her that he had plans in town. Most days, she was done with work and all of her errands by four or five and they could go home, but since he would be in town until six, she’d probably made plans until eight. Ezra was fun that way. 

He was currently in his last class of the day, gnawing on his pencil and waiting for the bell to ring. He was supposed to be designing a sculpture of a living saint, but hadn’t really made it much farther than a sketch of his aunt Ezra twerking before he’d gotten distracted by his plans for the evening. Sure, it wasn’t really a date, but he was still going to be spending an entire three hours with Wesley, if you included the walk. He’d never really made plans with anyone before, so even making plans to study with someone was kind of a massive deal for him. The fact that he’d made plans to study with the person who was easily the most popular junior in the school (and who he’d had a crush on for two years) did not help. 

“Hey, Stu, how’s the sketch going?” asked his art teacher. She was friendly enough, he supposed, but he really just wanted to be left alone to worry himself sick. “It’s fine. I finished it.” 

She looked over his shoulder and shook her head, smiling. Although the satyr tended to chew her pencils more than draw with them, when he did bother to put in some effort, she was always pleased with the results, no matter how impertinent the subject matter (although if that impertinence had been directed towards any of the other saints, she would probably have been obligated to say something). “That’s quite nice, Stu. Have you thought about what medium you’d like to work in?” 

He blinked, startled away from his increasingly anxious reflections by her question. “Well, marble or stone is what people usually use for statues of saints, but I’d like to try welding something with moveable parts, like a drinking bird. But with my aunt’s behind.” 

She laughed, just as the bell started to ring. “Good work today! I’ll see you tomorrow, Stu. Keep working on that design, ok?” 

He nodded as he began haphazardly shoving his papers into his leather rucksack. It wasn’t a particularly comfortable bag to be so constantly shoving one’s face onto, but it carried all of his things and looked quite nice, unlike the more comfortable bags he could have carried. Stu had had some initial scruples about using a leather bag, but the leather had come from a cow that had died of natural causes (Ezra’s hunger being perfectly natural, in her opinion), and, as Ezra pointed out, his only other alternative was Ezra’s tattered old messenger bag from her days at the East Everin School for Saints. (It was black with orange straps and covered in pins and buttons for bands he’d never heard of, as most of Ezra’s things tended to be.) 

Stu looked up as someone knocked on the door frame. 

“Hey, Professor Clare,” greeted Wesley with his usual mischievous grin on his face.

“Wesley Clarke,” she began, trying not to smile, “you’re one of the best painters I’ve taught in twenty-three years. Why are you no longer in my class?” 

“No room in my schedule, unfortunately. Anyway, you really shouldn’t say things like that, I’ll get even more conceited and none of my hats will fit on my head,” he said with a laugh.

He turned his attention to the blushing satyr attempting to cram six books in his bag. “Stu, you ready?” 

Stu mumbled something vague in reply. He had really not been expecting this. Professor Clare surveyed the two boys before her with a knowing look in her old grey eyes. “Are you two going somewhere?” 

“Just downtown to the cafe,” Wesley replied. “I’m tutoring him in maths.” “I’m terrible at maths,” mourned Stu, finally achieving his improbable task and heaving his overfilled bag onto his tiny shoulders. Wesley hurried over. 

“Here, let me,” he offered, setting his own bag down before attempting to grab Stu’s. “I’m fine, I’m used to it, and you’ve already got yours,” Stu rambled as he tried to shift away. 

“Your bag weighs almost as much as you do, I can’t just-” 

“It does not, and I’m used to it, anyway, so-” 

“Stu, just let me-” 

“It’s fine, you don’t have to-” 

“Stewart, just let the boy carry your bag,” chuckled the art teacher. The satyr paused his scooting just long enough for Wesley to manoeuvre the bag off of his shoulders and onto his own.

He turned around and stared at the taller boy, surprise and concern etched onto his face.

“Hey, it’s fine,” Wesley smiled, throwing his own bag on top of Stu’s. 

“If you say so,” muttered Stu, clearly unconvinced. 

“I do say so.”

Stu shook his head, brown curls bouncing around with the movement of his skull. He startled, suddenly, as Wesley slid his hand into his. “C’mon, let’s start walking,” Wesley murmured, choosing, for once, not to smirk at Stu. 

“You’re an ass,” Stu declared. 

“You know, I’m inclined to agree,” replied Wesley, chuckling again. “If you’re referring to the bag debacle of approximately seventy-eight seconds ago, though, I’m sure you’re completely capable of carrying your giant, eighty-pound bag by yourself. However, I am also capable of carrying your giant, eighty-pound bag as well as my own with a lot less effort. It’s the logical thing to do, Stewart.” 

Stu just shook his head again and bounced along down the hall, wondering why, precisely, he didn’t really seem to care that Wesley was kind of an entitled prick; and more importantly, why, precisely, Wesley was holding his hand as they walked from the art room down to the entrance of the school. Under ordinary circumstances, Stu probably would have allowed himself to get lost in his wonderings and lose focus of his surroundings entirely, but today, he felt, was not quite an ordinary day. Today was a weird day, with too many things to tire him and too many things to wonder about. 

Wesley wasn’t wondering about much of anything. (Well, that’s not precisely true. He was wondering why in the world he’d never attempted to hold the satyr’s hand before, and he was wondering whether or not Stu would pull away. He was also wondering how someone who fell asleep in most of his classes had the energy to skip down a hallway at the end of school, but he supposed that that was what all the napping was for). He was doing a lot of thinking, though and especially about what his friend Fiona had been rambling about in PE as they’d been duelling: “It was ridiculous!” she’d shouted, waving her wand around and haphazardly shooting off offensive spell after offensive spell while he ducked like a madman. “He just sat there pouting at me, his tongue stuck in a pot of gelatin as he mumbled some nonsense about not wanting me to defend him. Who doesn’t want a witch defending them?!” 

Wesley had declined to answer. At least, he would have if he’d been physically capable of answering; all of the ducking had left him too out of breath to utter a single word. (He’d never been great at defensive spells, and Fiona had been casting too furiously for him to even hope of getting a jinx in edgewise; their PE teacher had given him an “A” for exercise and a “D” for likelihood of survival.) He was also thinking about the algebra II test they were taking in a few

days, and Stu’s high likelihood of failure. There really wasn’t any avoiding the failure; there was just cushioning the blow a bit with frantic studying so that he failed a bit less badly. He was mostly thinking about how much he wished he didn’t have to tutor Stu, and how much he wished they could just sit and talk. 

They were walking down the hill to the boundary of the school property now. St. Basilton Preparatory was built in the centre of forty-three acres of wooded park, surrounded by lush gardens and wood sprites who only sort of wanted to eat the students (not that a faery three inches tall could have managed to do so). The school itself was a stately baroque building, large enough to be considered a castle, but not quite so large that students couldn’t make it from one side to the other before the bell rang. (Older students had the opportunity to board at the school for a minimal increase in tuition, which was part of why it was so large, but Ezra preferred to have her nephew as close to her as possible.) Ezra and Stu both thought it was beautiful and utterly ridiculous; it was one of the few things they managed to agree on. 

While there were a number of secluded spots on the grounds or within the school itself that would have served for studying purposes, Stu and Wesley had agreed that eight hours on school property was more than enough; and besides, everyone knew that Cecelia’s Cafe and Bakery was the only place to get a decent cup of coffee in the entire town. The town, like the school, was named after St. Basilton the Archer, one of the few male casters to have ever made it through the Goddess’s trials; they were nearly insurmountable even with an affinity for one of the elements, and that was something that belonged to witches and witches alone. 

The cafe was situated in downtown Basilton, between an artist supply store and a bookstore that specialized in antique spell books and faery tales. It was one of the larger businesses in the area, as it catered to pretty much everyone in town who enjoyed beverages that had flavour and were a temperature (which was, naturally, almost everyone in town). The owner, Cecelia Clarke, was a cousin of Wesley’s father, a Professor Fiero Clarke, who taught botany to middle schoolers (it was an incredibly thankless job). 

Wesley was thinking about that, too, when he realised that the satyr skipping merrily along next to him had paused. “What?” he asked, confused at both the sudden stop and the way Stu was staring at him. 

“You’re holding my hand,” said Stu, as if that explained everything.

Wesley cocked an eyebrow. “Well, yeah. I’ve been holding your hand for a good four and a half minutes now.” 

“Why?” 

Wesley laughed. “Well, initially, it was probably more to get your attention than anything else, but because I want to, I think?” 

“You think?” questioned the satyr. 

“I mean, I know I want to be holding your hand. I meant that I think that’s the answer to your question.” 

“Oh,” responded Stu. He started skipping again, albeit more slowly and less merrily than he’d been skipping along before. He paused again after a moment or two and turned back to Wesley. “Why?” 

Wesley sighed. “Are you asking me why that’s the answer to your question?” Stu shook his head. “No. Why do you want to hold my hand?” 

Wesley tugged him along as he answered. “Why do you eat so much jelly?” “Because I like jelly. Jelly is good. Jelly is-” he paused again. “Oh.” He tugged his hand back from Wesley and started walking at an accelerated pace. 

“I- Stu, wait,” Wesley called. This was not a conversation he’d expected to be having today, not by any stretch of the imagination. This was not a conversation he’d expected to be having ever, if he were being honest with himself. He sort of figured he’d just keep teasing Stu forever without actually getting around to admitting that he had feelings for him. “Stu, slow down, please,” he requested as he attempted to catch up. For someone with such short legs, Stu was remarkably fast. 

Stu’s face was burning, both from the sting of the wind whipping his face, and from the knowledge that the guy he liked also, apparently, liked him (and not just in a teasing way). He supposed he should probably thank Ezra for the t-shirt. 

“Stewart, please,” panted Wesley, who was beginning to be quite out of breath. “Please slow down.” 

He did, and turned around to face Wesley once more. “I-” he began, before biting his lip and contemplating what he actually wanted to say. 

“Hey,” Wesley said gently, having finally caught up to him. “It’s fine. You don’t have to say anything. Let’s just go sit down, ok?”

They’d reached the cafe at that point. Stu nodded in response, and opened the door. It had only been a ten-minute walk (less, really, with Stu travelling so quickly), but it had felt a fair bit longer, and both boys were relieved to get inside and slide into a booth in one corner of the cafe. It was a warm, cosy space, vibrantly decorated in autumnal shades of orange and violet. Both of them found themselves thinking about Fiona, who existed in the same range of colours as the cushions on the armchairs by the fire and the garlands of leaves that hung from the ceiling. While Wesley’s thoughts were more specifically focused on her, as she’d been in most of his classes since she’d started at the school two weeks ago and he’d known her for years, Stu only thought of her as the angry witch from earlier that day. 

“I heard about what happened earlier,” Wesley began. “Are you ok?” 

Stu looked up from where he’d been taking his books back out of his bag. “What do you mean?” 

“Fiona told me about the fight earlier. Are you alright?” 

“Shouldn’t you be asking her that? I wasn’t really involved,” responded Stu, frowning down at the bottle of strawberry syrup he’d unearthed in his bag. 

“I’m not even going to ask why that’s in your bag.” Wesley shook his head, before continuing, “They were fighting about you, so you sort of were involved, Stu. Besides, she told me about the shit those guys have been saying to you.” 

Stu pouted. “I’m fine. I didn’t ask her to start a fight.” 

Wesley looked at him, considering. Stu was still as rosy-cheeked as he’d been that morning, and was seemingly determined to look in any direction that didn’t include Wesley. Wesley decided, after a moment, that it wasn’t really a topic worth pursuing, and instead started taking his arithmetic textbook and notebook out of his bag. Once he’d set his things down on the table, he stood up. “I’m going to go buy a latte. What do you want?” 

“Hot chocolate with whipped cream and caramel, please,” Stu replied, looking down at the table. 

“What, not a strawberry hot chocolate?” Wesley teased. 

Stu glanced up, surprised, before looking back down. His ears were burning. “No thank you. Caramel.” 

“Okay,” muttered Wesley, shaking his head.

He came back a few minutes later with two scones, some sandwiches, and their drinks, and sat down next to Stu. “Shouldn’t you sit on the other side?” questioned the satyr, who was still staring in the opposite direction. 

“Not if you actually want me to walk you through these problems. Or if you want sandwiches, for that matter. The other side of the booth is too far away.” 

Stu definitely wanted both of those things. He wanted Wesley to sit next to him even without those two things; he just wasn’t sure what to say. Wesley noticed (it was impossible not to), and figured he should probably attempt to clear the air if they were actually going to accomplish anything. 

“Hey,” he began, brushing a few stray curls behind Stu’s ear. “Are you sure you’re ok? You’ve been acting weirder than usual today,” he murmured, concern written across his face. Stu finally turned around, nibbling on his lip as he once again contemplated his response. “I don’t know. I- you said- well,” he paused, unsure, before whispering, “you make my cheeks rosy. I think I might be dying. I think I might be tomato-coloured for the rest of my life.” 

Wesley burst out laughing at Stu’s fairly absurd response. “I don’t think I’m physically capable of blushing, but if I could, I’d probably be tomato-coloured around you too,” he replied, smirking at him once more. Stu couldn’t help but smile as he glanced back down at his textbook.

“We should probably start working,” he mumbled. Wesley sighed, wishing again that Stu was just a bit better with numbers, so they could spend the time they had together in a more enjoyable manner. He supposed he really would have to invite him over soon.

 “Right.” He opened up the largest textbook in front of him and scooted a bit closer to Stu, letting his hand rest lightly on the smaller boy’s back. Wesley glanced at him to make sure he wasn’t freaking out, and noted with some relief that while the satyr was blushing even more furiously, he seemed perfectly content to lean into Wesley and pretend to focus on what they were studying. They’d been reviewing quadratic equations in class towards the end of last week, and had a test on the material that Wednesday. 

“This sucks,” mumbled Stu. 

“Agreed.” 

He pouted. “Why does this suck for you? You like maths.” 

“Stewart, you cannot honestly believe that trying to get you to understand quadratics is really all that enjoyable.”

Stu stared at him, eyes wide. “But I’m so pretty,” he whispered. “And you get to sit so close.” Wesley wasn’t entirely sure whether the satyr was teasing him or not. He stared at him, full lips parted, his handsome brows scrunched together in wonder at the surprisingly confident nonsense that had just exited the satyr’s lips. Finally he shook his head, grabbed one of Stu’s pink, strawberry-scented gel pens, and started writing out a problem. 

“Do you have any concept of how this works?” 

Stu shook his head and leaned in closer. Wesley exhaled melodramatically and started to walk him through it, slowly going over each step. He realised, as they went from problem to problem, that Stu had a point; he was exceedingly pretty, and was sitting extremely close. In fact, he seemed to gravitate closer with each problem they worked through, glancing up at Wesley every few seconds through his absurdly long lashes as he attempted to comprehend the information being presented to him for the thousandth time. As nice as it was, it wasn’t quite enough to distract from the frustration of explaining the quadratic formula for the sixth time in three minutes. However, it did increase his patience somewhat; and Wesley, as a general rule, was not very patient. 

He paused his explanations for a moment to eat the last of the sandwiches, running the hand that had been resting on Stu’s back gently up and down the satyr’s spine. Stu peered up at him, his sepia-toned eyes boring into his skull. 

“Do you want a bite of my sandwich, Stewart, or are you just staring at me for fun?” Stu blinked. “Both.” 

…which was true, but neither of those reasons had been why he’d looked up. Wesley held the sandwich out to him. He leaned over and took a fairly large bite from the corner nearest to his lips. Wesley (who’d honestly expected him to grab the sandwich) barely breathed as he watched him consume it, noting everything from the way his jaw moved when he chewed, to the bob of his adam’s apple as he swallowed it down. 

“You have jelly on your mouth,” he whispered. 

The satyr ran his tongue over his lips, completely unaware of the way his friend was dissecting his every move. 

Wesley could have kissed him. He was seriously considering leaning over and kissing him, putting off the Goddess-forsaken mathematics lesson and simply letting himself enjoy the feeling of Stu’s strawberry-flavoured lips against his own. He was, luckily, spared from the possibility of actually acting on those urges (and probably confusing Stu immensely, he thought) by the arrival of an unreasonably tall, violet-eyed witch.

[arielthedaydreamer]

Ok one person asked so by the laws of Tumblr here it is. Disclaimer: English is not my first language. Sorry I could NOT explain the zipline thing. :v also I was 16 when I wrote this.

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Henchperson Redemption

-What is that? -Asked Olaf at his henchperson, who stood in front of the Baudelaires.

-Well -They said. - In this world too often governed by corruption and arrogance, I decided to stay true to my philosophical and literary principles

-....What did you say? 

-Oh, I mean… 

They grabbed a bat and swung it, hitting Olaf's head and making him fall to the ground. The Baudelaires gasped.

-Uh, this… this is what I mean. That's for killing my cat...Bye.

-GET THEM! -Yelled Olaf, completely forgetting about Sunny, whom he was ready to throw off a zipline cliff and now had just escaped from his hands.

The henchperson took a rope and tied it around themself and the confused Baudelaires, and then proceeded to swing it across the zipline rope and the three of them jumped off the cliff in a less than safe manner.

The Baudelaires screamed, but the henchperson couldn't help but laugh in nervous joy as the wind hit their face.

But the henchperson hadn't thought this through, and soon enough joined the screaming choir as the old rope gave in and they fell in the bushes below.

-Uh, Are.. you guys ok? AAAAH -The henchperson yelled, shaking a spider from their face.

-Yeah. You? -Said Klaus.

-Oh, I'm fine.

-Hm.. why did you save us?

-Oh.. -The henchperson looked down, taking a piece of paper from their own pocket. -W-well, I thought Count Olaf would be in jail before the list got this far up but… it seems you will be my siblings now.

-Ahna? - "What?", Said Sunny in baby talk.

-Your next tutor is Marina Boulevard. That's my mother. But like… I really wouldn't wish that torture on anyone, so like... I think you should come with me instead.

-How do we know we can trust you? -Said Violet

-Oh… yeah, there's that… uh, pinky promise? -They made a poker face. The Baudelaires just stared. They sighed.

-Ok. I'm gonna take you to my mother and you'll see what I mean… Oh, my name is Laurent, by the way.

-Pleasure to meet you. -Said Violet, with a nervous smile. -What will we do when Count Olaf shows up there?

-Oh, you won't have to worry.

-What do you mean? -Said Klaus

-I called the police and told them he'll be there. I even know which disguise he's wearing, it's the only one that's not washing. Not even Mr.Poe would be able to miss him this time...

Laurent chucked and the Baudelaires followed.

-Mr. Poe is not very observant… -Said Klaus.

-"The reptiles are contagious" -Laurent mimicked, laughing -For real?

Then there was silence. Oh, no. Now Laurent had reminded the Baudelaires of the day they helped to kill their previous tutor. They sighed.

-I'm sorry about Montgomery. I didn't know he was dead until Count Olaf called me at like 5 a.m

-Why were you helping him? -Asked Klaus, looking down.

-I don't know… I guess I just had some sort of Stockholm syndrome with that group. 

-When did you join them? -Asked Violet

-Uh… like 5 years ago? I had just escaped my house with a backpack and a cat when I ran into him. What else was I gonna do, eat mice?

-Makes sense. -Said Klaus. 

-Is your mother that bad for you to run away? -Asked Violet. Laurent chuckled.

-Oh, you just wait and see.

The group had just crossed the trees and found a road when a cab stopped in front of them.

-Hello. Does anyone need a ride somewhere for a reasonable fee?

The group took the cab and went on their way to the place Laurent hated more than anything: Their own childhood house.

You see, Laurent's childhood house was never a home. A "home" is a place where one feels loved and supported. It's a place where one would feel relieved, coming back through the door after a difficult day at school.

But Laurent's house was not a home. It wasn't a place to feel comfort, unless one is comfortable with being yelled at by their mother, or being thrown a table to the face.

Miss. Boulevard was a cruel and frustrated woman, who got angry at her husband so often that she wanted to yell and scream at someone. And that someone was more often than not, the poor young Laurent.

After 16 years of being yelled at and having plates thrown at their face, young Laurent finally took the only things they loved in this dreadful home, and ran away never to come back. Until now.

Laurent approached the door of the big white mansion and pressed the doorbell. A middle aged woman with dyed blonde hair and a pink gown opened the door with a shocked expression.

-LAURENT! 

The former henchperson took a step back, their expression frozen with tension.

-Uh.. Hi.. I brought the Baudelai--- 

-HOW DO YOU JUST SHOW UP HERE LIKE THIS AFTER 5 YEARS OF NOTHING?! 

The Baudelaires recoiled at her loud, obnoxiously high pitched voice, feeling that they were about to go deaf.

-U-uh… -Laurent stammered

-WHERE EVEN HAVE YOU BEEN? WERE YOU IN SOME SORT OF CRIMINAL GANG? OH I KNEW I SHOULD HAVE THROWN YOU IN THE SEA WHEN YOU WERE BORN, YOU GIVE ME NOTHING BUT DISAPPOINTMENT. WERE YOU TAKING DRUGS? OH I BET YOU WERE TAKING DRUGS!

-Uh, good luck. -Said Laurent, before running as fast as they could, leaving the Baudelaires and their vulnerable, sensible ears alone with Ms. Boulevard.

The day proceeded to be as dreadful as you can imagine. Everytime Klaus made a mistake, or Sunny dropped a fork, the trio would hear a wave of high pitched screaming coming their way. Miss Boulevard did not tolerate the most simple misstep, and any simple undesired word could trigger her to yell for hours.

With their ears hurting and dreading the next day, the Baudelaires prepared themselves to sleep in Laurent's old room.

When Laurent used to sleep in that room, everything was tidy and meticulously put together. But as soon as Ms. Boulevard found out, 5 years ago, that Laurent was gone, she got into the room and smashed everything to pieces in an explosion of rage. 

Now all that was left of the room was a pile of broken things, with three beds recently added in the middle for the Baudelaires to sleep in.

But as soon as the Baudelaires lay in their beds, they heard a knock on the window. Violet stood up and opened it to let Laurent inside.

-Now I think you made your choice, right?

-Yes, there's no way we can be here with her.

-Well, I just saw her sign the contract with Mr. Poe. He came in really quickly. 

-Oh no. What do we do now? -Said Violet.

-Well, now I'm literally your sibling, so no one will care if I hang out with you for like….forever or anything.. I mean, usually they would care, it would be considered kidnapping, but this is Mr.Poe we're talking about. So…. Who wants to escape?

And like that, the Baudelaires left the house with Laurent. In the middle of their escape, they heard the siren of a police car. The Baudelaires had just gotten comfortable in Laurent's really old and probably illegally acquired car, when they saw Count Olaf in a maid disguise, being dragged by the police into their car. They all laughed as they escaped, feeling like perhaps finally, their series of misadventures could have come to an end.

Is anyone interested in reading a silly ASOUE fanfic I wrote when I was bored where I redeem the Henchperson of Indeterminate Gender, make them leave Count Olaf and "save" the Baudelaires ? As long as you don't mock me for it xD

[forays-into-fiction]

Eddie Likes to Hurt Girls

You’re new to Hawkins High and you’ve struck up a relationship with Eddie Munson. His ex-hookup has plans of her own though, she weasels her way in befriending you. She’s bidding her time, planting little seeds of doubt, before really getting in your head. Warning you… Eddie likes to hurt girls.

Request fill for Anon... again this one got away from me, it is unnecessarily long. Anyway, hope you enjoy 😊 ...and that it’s at least kind of what you were after lol 

Minors DNI

Contains: Mostly Fluff and a bit of Angst... kind of, No Actual Smut in this one but delves into BDSM type stuff, Discussions of Dom!Eddie and Sub!Eddie, Mentions previous relationships of Eddie’s, Also Insecure!Eddie

Eddie was loitering in the halls, prolonging the inevitable, when he saw you. Frantically searching through a stack of papers, looking around you hastily, he decides to step in. “Hey, there sweetheart you alright? You look a little lost.”

“Oh, I’m trying to find Ms.…” you glance down at the paper in your hands, “…O’Donnell’s class. Sorry, I’m new and I’m still not quite used to this place.”

“Don’t even worry about it I’m heading there right now, come on. Follow me.”

“I’m y/n by the way.”

“Eddie Munson. You can call me Eddie.”

“Nice to meet you, Eddie. So, what’s O’Donnell like?”

“A hag. An absolute hag, but don’t worry I’ll protect you.” He says with such seriousness it makes you giggle.

“You’re funny, Eddie.”

“I try.” He smirks.

“Hey, do you think we could hang out at lunch today? I haven’t really settled in yet, found my group, you know.”

“Of course, you are very welcome to join us. My club…” he points to his shirt, “…we all usually sit together.”

“Oh, that’s cool. What’s… Hellfire Club?” You ask reading off his shirt.

“We’re a D&D group… do you… know D&D?”

“I’ve heard of it, but I’ve never played it, I mean it sounds interesting though.”

“Oh, it is… if you’re interested, you could come past one of our sessions.”

“I might just take you up on that offer.”

He gives you a grin, “Cool, anyway… here we are.”

He stops in front of a door and opens it standing aside for you to pass through.

As you both enter the room the teacher stops abruptly to address you both, “Mr. Munson, late as usual. And who’s this?”

“Sorry miss, it’s my fault. I got a bit lost and Eddie had to help me out. I’m new here, my name is y/n y/l/n.”

“Ah, yes Miss y/l/n. It would behove you to not spend too much time with our Mr. Munson here. Wouldn’t want any of his influence rubbing off on you.”

“Oh, um ok. Can we just, uh take our seats?”

“Yes, please do, you’ve delayed this class long enough.”

You slink over to the only seats available in the room, right at the back, Eddie following along behind you.

When you get settled, pulling out a notebook and some pens, Eddie leans in to whisper, “Sorry about that, told you she’s a real piece of work.”

“Yeah, uh should she be talking about you like that? That’s really not professional for a teacher to say and you’ve been nothing but nice to me, why should I avoid you?” You respond in a hushed tone.

“Oh, well you see this is actually my third attempt at senior year so…” he trails off.

“If anything, that’s more reason she should be supporting you, helping you to graduate. Like isn’t that her job?”

He shrugs, “Well, it is what it is, and this… this is my year I can feel it. I am going to graduate this year.”

“I… I could help. If you want, that is. Not to like brag or anything but in my last school I was at least top five in all my subjects. I also did peer tutoring there too, admittedly it was teaching the freshman who were a little more… disadvantaged, was the word they used, how to read.”

“You’d do that?”

“Help you? Yeah, why not?”

“I dunno, ‘s just… I’m not used to people offering me help. Especially not someone so… pretty.”

“You think I’m pretty?”

“Yeah, of course I-”

He gets cut off by the teacher, “Mr. Munson do you not think you’ve disrupted this class enough. Quiet and if I have to warn you again it’ll be detention. You too Miss. y/l/n, I do not care if you’re new or not.”

You feel your cheeks heat with embarrassment, “Sorry miss, won’t happen again.”

“See to it that it doesn’t. Now, where were we?”

Eddie grabs one of your pens and scribbles on the corner of your notebook.

‘Sorry :( I keep getting you in trouble’

 You write back. ‘It’s ok really we can talk more at lunch next period  ?’

He glances over scribbling again, ‘Definitely ;)’

You grin to yourself and turn your attention to the lesson.

“Oh, geez thank God that’s over. That was so embarrassing.” You sigh as you exit the classroom side by side with Eddie, then put on a voice jokingly, “Would you escort me to the cafeteria Mr. Munson?”

He gives a dramatic bow offering you his arm, matching your tone, “Oh, but of course Miss. y/l/n, it would be my honour.”

You giggle and take his arm, “I was serious you know, about helping, if you want it?”

“Yeah, absolutely yes. I’ll take all the help I can get.”

“How about we meet up at the library tomorrow after school and we can get a start? I can see where you’re at and what you need to work on most and then we can go from there.”

“It’s a date… I mean… not a date, date but-” He blurts out, stumbling over his words.

You cut him off, smirking as you tease, “Oh, no definitely not a ‘date, date’…”

He’s crushed, but he half expected it, interrupting you sighing heavily, “I know, that was dumb-”

But then you continue, “We could go on an actual date if you wanted though.”

He perks up instantly, “Are you shitting me of course I do.”

You giggle, “That’s good, but first lunch.”

“Yeah, and you can meet all the Hellfire guys.” He adds excitedly.

When you get to the cafeteria, he introduces you to all of his friends and they greet you warmly. What none of you notice is Mandy, one of the cheerleaders, glaring daggers at you from across the room. And she had been since the second you’d walked in arm in arm with Eddie.

Lunch flies by in a heartbeat, as the bell rings you rummage through your bag, mumbling, “Hey, Eddie wait up a minute…”

He remains seated, he wasn’t in any rush to get to his next class anyway. Mandy also lingers in the cafeteria making a show of fixing her makeup, again unnoticed by you.

You pull out a pen and tear out a scrap of paper from a notebook. You scribble down your number and hand it to him, “You can call me whenever you want and I really am more than happy to help you out with studying.”

He stares down at the paper clutched in his hand, “Uh… yeah th-thanks, sweetheart.”

“What class have you got now?” You ask as you pack away your belongings and rise from your seat.

“I’ve got Math, you?” He stands moving beside you.

“English. Guess I’ll see you later then.” You sigh, continuing towards the doors and he follows along.

“I-I could walk you to your next class…” He suggests, a hand awkwardly rubbing at the back of his neck.

“No, it’s ok. You shouldn’t be late to your next class. Especially not because of me again.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine… and I’m gonna make sure you graduate this year, so that means getting to class.”

“Yes, ma’am!” He mock salutes.

You giggle and he chuckles along with you, as you exit the cafeteria parting ways you give him a wave, “Seriously, call me, ok?”

“I will.” He calls back.

Mandy gives it a moment before approaching you, all bright and bubbly.

“Hi! You’re new, aren’t you? I’m Amanda, but everyone calls me Mandy. What’s your name?”

“Oh, hi… I’m y/n. Nice to meet you… ahh sorry to bother you but do you think you could help me find my next class?”

“No problem at all, lemme see your timetable.”

You reach into the front pocket of your bag and hand it over.

“Oh, that’s not too far from my class, I’ll walk with you.”

You grin back at her, “Thanks that’d be a huge help.”

She sets off and you follow along, as she responds, “No problem. Hey, I’m having a bit of a party after the basketball game, Friday. Do you wanna come… maybe meet some more people? Make some new friends?”

“Really?” She nods, you answer, “Yeah I’d love to.”

“Great, let me just get your number and I’ll let you know all the details.”

You have lunch with Eddie and the rest of Hellfire again the next day, the two of you arrange to meet by his van at the end of the day.

You keep running into Mandy today, she’s been helping you get to classes, sitting with you in those that you share, being very friendly overall. When the school day finally finishes, she asks if you need a lift home as you’re walking out the front doors.

“Oh, no that’s ok, thank you though. I’m going to the library with Eddie, we’re gonna study. Do you know Eddie?”

“Uhh… yeah, I guess. The library though… really?” She gives you an odd look.

“Yeah, why?”

“No, it’s nothing. Anyway, have fun I guess.” She waves leaving you standing there feeling unsure of yourself.

You snap out of it quickly, shaking your head before looking over to the parking lot. You see him leaning against a slightly beat-up looking van, cigarette in hand. You trot over and he drops the cigarette, stamping it out, “Was that Mandy Albright?”

“Uh, yeah. She’s been showing me around today, she’s really nice. We’re friends… I think?”

“Oh… uh, cool, cool… well, you wanna go?” He responds uneasily before pushing off the side of the van, opening the passenger side door and offering you a hand in.

You take his hand and mutter a quick thanks, grinning at him.

When he turns the key in the ignition the radio comes to life suddenly, blaring his music, he scrambles for the volume control turning it down, “Sorry, sorry forgot it was on so loud… we, uhh… we can listen to something else if you want.”

“No, it’s fine leave it… I wanna know what type of stuff you’re into.”

“You sure?” He looks at you uncertainly.

“Absolutely, what’s this song?”

“It’s called ‘Innocent Exile’ it’s by Iron Maiden… they’re uh, one of my favourites.”

A few minutes into the drive it gets to a guitar riff that you find yourself enjoying, “I like this bit… with the guitar.”

He perks up instantly, blurting out overzealously “Really? I play guitar you know… I’m in a band.”

“That is very cool, maybe you could show me some time.”

“Yeah, I’d like that.” He grins.

“Did you bring everything you needed for studying?”

“Yeah, everything I could find at least… don’t like to hang on to old test papers… don’t really need the reminder of what a failure I am.”

You prod at his arm, “Hey, I will not tolerate that sort of negativity. You aren’t a failure, you’ve just struggled with a few tests, that’s fine. And if all your teachers are just giving up on you, I can see why.”

“You don’t have to try to make me feel better.” He sighs.

It prompts you to launch into a story you didn’t think you’d be sharing with him, “You know I struggled academically at first too, I was eleven before I properly learned my times tables and how to tell time on an analogue clock. I was so embarrassed about it, everyone else in my class already knew it all way before me.”

He listens intently as you continue, “But then my teacher made this game up for me where I had to go through each of set of times tables one by one starting from the two’s to twelve’s and say them all in under two minutes. 

Like two times zero is zero, two times one is two, two times two is four… all the way to twelve. Then at the end he’d ask for questions at random from that set, if I got them all right, I could move on to the next set.”

“Sounds like a good teacher.” He muses.

“Yeah, he was and then that year I got a book award for ‘academic excellence’, it was really cool… shit, that was really nerdy of me to say, wasn’t it?”

“Nah, I think it’s cool what book did you get?”

“It was The Fellowship of the Ring. It’s actually really sweet ‘cause my teacher knew I liked to read so he was asking me all these questions. Like what sort of stuff, I was into and if I’d read Lord of the Rings. I didn’t even put it together until I got the award.” You giggle.

“Hold up, you’ve read Lord of the Rings?”

“Guilty.”

“Oh my god I love you.” He breaths out exaggeratedly.

“Stooop… come on, are we almost at the library?”

“Yep, just around this corner here.”

He pulls up in front of a large red brick building, cutting off the engine, as you take off your seatbelt he speaks up, “Just wait right there I’ll come around.”

He hops out of the van, trotting around the hood to your side and opens your door for you, extending a hand to help you out.

You accept with a small smile, “Thanks.”

He leads you into the library, greeting the librarian on the way in, ‘Marissa’ was the name you’d heard.

“Ok, let’s grab a table and get stuck into it then.” You suggest.

About forty minutes pass and you think you’ve got a good gauge of where he’s at and what he needs to work on. You have a suspicion that at the core of it, it’s not that he doesn’t understand or that he can’t remember, but more that he struggles to focus on the work at hand. 

Right as this thought occurs to you, he’s blurting out a little too loudly for a library, his knee bouncing under the table more rapidly than it had been, “Hey, do you wanna come to Hellfire this week?”

You place a hand over his, he stares down at it, gently you remind him “Shhh it’s a library, don’t forget. And I’d love to come, when is it?”

He lowers his voice to a whisper, “Sorry, sometimes I forget how loud I am, get a bit carried away. It’s this Friday.”

You groan, “Oh shit, I can’t I’m sorry… I told Mandy I’d go to her party on Friday, she invited me to the game too. I’ll absolutely come to the next one I promise… if the offer still stands?”

His face drops, “Oh… um yeah… sure. I mean have fun at the party, I guess.”

“No, really, I’m sorry. I mean it, I want to come to one of your Hellfire Club meetings.”

“Yeah, next one. Offer is definitely still on the table.”

“Thank you.” In an attempt to brighten his mood hopefully you add, “Hey, we also haven’t talked about our date. When do you want to do that? We could do something Saturday if you’re free.”

A small grin peeks through on his face as he agrees, “Yeah Saturday is great for me. Do you wanna go to the cinema?”

You beam at him, “Sounds great! But for now, how about a five-minute break and then a little more studying?”

He pouts at you adorably, whining “More?”

“Ok fine no more, you wanna go pick out some books to read for fun? Then we can head home.”

“Uh sure why not?”

As you’re packing up, you look over at him, “You know I think I may have a few ideas for how to help you out with studying. I think the problem is just that you need something to keep you engaged with the material. How about if we made it a game like my teacher did for me?”

He shrugs, “Yeah… I mean it couldn’t hurt, right?”

“Cool, I’ll work on it a bit for next time. Maybe we could study at your place then?”

“I guess, if you want… still can’t believe you’re willing to go to all this trouble for me.”

“Awww, Eddie you’re a great guy, why wouldn’t I want to help you out and spend time with you?”

“I mean you’d be the first… publicly at least.”

“Oh, no that’s horrible… you deserve so much better than that Eddie.”

He shrugs, “It is what it is, I’m used to it. I mean who would want to be seen with the ‘Town Freak’?”

“Well, me for one… and don’t call yourself that. All of that changes from now on, ok.”

He mumbles unintelligibly and avoids your gaze, fiddling with his belongings.

“Ok?” You persist.

“Yeah ok.” He concedes, “You wanted to look for a book?”

“Yes, oh and how about this… you pick out a book too and your math homework from today, every… ten questions you do and get right, you can read another chapter in between to break it up?” You propose as the two of you make your way down the rows of books.

“Yeah, I’ll try.”

“Cool, let me know how it goes.”

The next day you only see Eddie in passing. Mandy invited you to sit at her table during lunch and you agreed giving Eddie a little wave as he passed by. She looks between the two of you, “So, how was… studying with Munson yesterday?”

You and her move to the queue to get your food, “Oh, it was good, I think we made some good progress.” You pause along the way, filling your tray.

“Uhh huh, so you and him what’s the deal there?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, like are you friends or…”

“Yeah, we’re friends… he’s umm also taking me out to the cinema this Saturday…”

“Oh… that should be… interesting. I hope you have a good time.” She says it in a tone that has you questioning her meaning, you agree uncertainly, “Yeah, I hope so too.”

You get to the end of the line and pay for your food. When you reach her table she introduces you to her friends, they all seem nice enough, Chrissy is most welcoming of all. She’s sat beside you and the two of you strike up a conversation.

You look forward to seeing her at Mandy’s party at least now you’ll know more than one person there.  

Eddie calls you later that night, when you hear his voice, you can’t help but smile, “Hey, you called!”

“Well, you told me to and I said I would, didn’t I?”

“Yes, you did, sorry I didn’t sit with you guys today. Mandy wanted to introduce me to some of her other friends before her party. Oh, how’d your math go last night?”

“Better than usual… I actually did all of it for once. Got a few answers wrong, but I worked backwards from the answers in the back and figured out where I went wrong.”

“That is amazing honestly, I’m proud of you!”

“Uh… thanks. So, how’d it go with Mandy and her friends?”

“I’m not sure they’re exactly my ‘group’ but they were alright, Chrissy was pretty nice.”

“Well, they may not be your ‘group’ but you will always have a place at my table.”

“That’s sweet, thank you.”

“Anytime, sweetheart. Hey there’s actually someone else I could introduce you to, I think you’d get along with her. I know her from band, back in the day and sometimes we hang out and smoke. Her name’s Robin, she’s cool… works at the video store.”

“Yeah, that’d be nice. So, for Saturday what movie were you thinking?”

“Aliens looks good, you wanna watch that? Is that something you’d be into?”

“Yeah, I actually wanted to watch that, I loved the first one.”

“Great! That’s great… I’ll pick you up around six then?”

“Perfect, see you then. Goodnight Eddie, see you at school tomorrow?”

“Absolutely, goodnight sweetheart.”

You hang up grinning to yourself happily, picking up the book you’d borrowed from the library and resuming where you’d left off.

At lunch the next day as soon as he sees you, Eddie comes bounding over to ask if you’d have lunch with him outside today. You agree and he leads you out to a picnic table behind the school.

You sit opposite him tucking into your lunch. He’s practically vibrating in his seat, you look at him curiously and he blurts out, “I got something to show you!”

He pulls a crumpled bit of paper out of his jacket showing it off proudly, you smile when you see the red C+ circled on the right-hand corner of the page, “We had a pop quiz today in Chemistry, I know it’s not much but it’s a lot better than what I expected.”

“No, this is a big improvement and so soon already! I’m proud of you.”

He smiles bashfully his cheeks reddening, “Thanks. Umm… you know the stuff you got me to go over that day in the library really helped, I feel like a lot of that came up.”

“That’s good, so when do you want to do another study date? Maybe we could make it like a weekly thing?”

“Yeah? I think that’d actually help.”

“Perfect, that’s settled then.”

“So, uhh you still going to Mandy’s party tomorrow?”

“Yep, it’ll be good to meet some more people I guess.” You shrug half-heartedly.

“Yeah. What… Umm what has she said about me?” He ventures tentatively.

“She hasn’t really said much about you, why do you ask?”

“It’s nothing… just you must’ve heard the kind of stuff people say about me. Well, I thought maybe you’d take it to heart coming from her… someone you’re… friends with.”

“Eddie, there’s nothing anyone could say to change what I think about you. I really want you to know that. You are an amazing guy, even if you don’t see it sometimes.”

“Stop, you are too nice to me. I can’t take it.” He blushes hiding his face behind his curls.

You could just eat him up he was so adorable, giggling you respond, “Never… I’m never gonna stop.”

“Ugh… come on we better head back in… as much as I’d love to suggest we just cut next period and stay out here, I think that’d be a little counterintuitive.”

The Tigers end up winning their game the next day so everyone’s spirits are very high, especially at Mandy’s party. It’s a fun rowdy night, you meet a few new people, but ultimately end up practically glued to either Mandy or Chrissy the whole night. You wonder how Eddie’s night is going, if he’s having fun with his friends in Hellfire Club.

At the end of the night, you get a lift with Chrissy and her boyfriend Jason, it turns out she only lives a few houses down from you. Her boyfriend seemed a bit stand-offish, when you first met him, he had greeted you by saying, “Aren’t you that new girl… the one that hangs out with the freaks sometimes?”

Chrissy admonished him with a slap to the shoulder warning him to ‘be nice’.

You don’t really like him all that much you decide, wondering why someone as kind as her would be with someone like that, but to each their own.

It had been an exhausting night, being around so many exuberant, celebratory people. As soon as your head hit your pillow you were out like a light.

 When you wake the next morning, you remember your date with Eddie set for that night, it sets the mood for the rest of your day. Your mum asks what’s got you in such a good mood, as you make your way into the kitchen where she’s prepping breakfast. You grin and tell her, “I’ve got a date with a cute boy… he’s really nice too. We hang out sometimes and he’s always such a gentleman.” You sigh.

She chuckles at you kind-heartedly, “Are your dad and I going to get to meet this boy?”

“Umm he’s picking me up tonight, but I don’t know if he’d be ready to meet you just yet… I wouldn’t want to spring it on him. That wouldn’t be fair.”

“Ok, but soon, yes?” She insists.

“Yeah, I guess. Want any help with breakfast?” You offer.

“That’s ok, honey it’s nearly done. Just go set the table and call your dad.”

Six o’clock can’t come quick enough, but sure enough it rolls around and there comes a knock at the door. Your parents try to intercept you as you answer the door, but you give them a pleading look and mumble, “Please leave it for next time, don’t need you two scaring him off.”

“Ok, just be responsible and come home at a reasonable hour.” Your mum speaks for the pair of them shushing your dad as he goes to protest.

“Thank you, I will.” You accept gratefully before moving to open the door.

You slip outside to see Eddie standing there shifting awkwardly from side to side, he was dressed a little different than usual foregoing his usual battle vest and leather jacket, donning a black button up, but keeping his distressed, dark denim jeans, chains and all. 

He’d also swapped his sneakers for a pair of boots, trademark rings still adorning his fingers, he’d made a bit of extra effort with his hair, you could tell… all up he painted quite the image. “Hi…” he mumbles shyly and rubs the back of his neck.

You grin at him giddy with excitement, “Hi.”

“You look very pretty… as always.” He compliments you.

“Awww thank you, you do too.”

He chuckles and teases, “Oh, I look pretty now do I?”

“The prettiest, I like what you did with your hair.”

His fingers come to twirl at his locks, hope tinges his voice as he asks, “Yeah?”

“Absolutely, like your whole outfit.”

“You should know, flattery works with me, so…”

“Oh well, then you’re never gonna hear the end of it pretty-boy.”

He blushes and repeats softly, so softly you barely hear it, “…pretty-boy.”

You snap him out of it with your words, “Alright let’s go then, don’t wanna be late for the movie.”

“Yeah, yeah… oh.” He starts towards his van, you following along beside him, he stops suddenly.

“What’s up?”

“I… I didn’t get you flowers. I was going to get you flowers but I forgot. I’m sorry, I should’ve-”

You cut him off with a hand on his arm, “Hey, don’t stress about it, besides flowers only end up dying like two days later… I’d much prefer a book over some flowers any day.”

“Then I’m going to buy you all the books in the world.”

“Eddie, you could give me some beat-up, second-hand, one dollar book from a bargain bin and I would be over the moon. Honestly, it doesn’t matter what you give me. I don’t need anything, just wanna spend time with you.”

“Shit, you keep going like that and I might actually fall in love with you.”

“Isn’t that the plan?” You tease.

“Sweetheart, stooop…” He whines, before glancing at his watch, “… ok we really should go now.”

Tickets in hand Eddie leads you further in to the cinema, he turns and asks, “You want anything from the candy bar?”

“Oh no, I got my own stash here, gonna smuggle it in.” You hold up your little backpack as you reply.

“Look at you, you little rule-breaker.” He chuckles.

“Shove off, don’t tease me… I won’t share if you do.” You pout at him.

“Ok, sweetheart… you want some popcorn though?”

“Yes, please.”

The two of you enter the theatre, he guides you over to one of the love-seats and you settle in watching as some trailers begin to run.  He places the bucket of popcorn between the two of you and stuffs a handful in his mouth. 

You watch him as you nibble on a couple bits of popcorn yourself, “So, how was Hellfire yesterday?” You whisper as you begin pulling an assortment of sweets out of your bag.

He mumbles through a mouthful of popcorn, “Good, they’re really enjoying this latest campaign, you still good to come next week?”

“Yeah, can’t wait.” You grin back at him.

“How was-” He gets cut off by someone shushing, falling silent.

“We’ll talk later.” You assure him with a hand on his arm.

The trailers are wrapping up, opening credits begin rolling and you lean into him. You feel him stiffen a bit before draping an arm around you, “This, ok?” He whispers in your ear, you nod and he turns his attention back to the screen with a small grin.

The end credits roll on the movie, lights coming up and you pull away from him reluctantly. He looks over at you, “So, did you enjoy the movie?”

“Yeah, it was great Eds. Thank you for taking me out.”

“Eds?” He gives you an odd look.

“Oh, sorry do you not like that? I can go back to ‘Eddie’.”

“Nah, Eds is ok… I like it.” He smiles back, blush colouring his cheeks.

“Cool, so… what now? Straight home or do you want to hang out for a bit?”

“What do you wanna do?”

“Umm, maybe we could just go for a bit of a walk… talk some more?”

“Yeah, sounds good.” He stands offering you his hand. He helps you up and you collect all your rubbish before leaving the theatre.

The two of you you walk down the main road hand in hand, Eddie speaks first, “So, what I was going to ask earlier is, how was the party last night? Did you have fun?”

“It was good, I met a few more people, but pretty much stuck to Mandy and Chrissy the whole night. I was so tired when I got home, I just crashed. I’m not really big on parties like that.”

“Oh, it’s good that you met some more people. When did you want me to introduce you to Robin? She’s asked about meeting you.”

“How about Monday at school? Maybe I could have lunch with her?” You suggest.

“Yeah, I’m sure that’ll be fine, I’ll let her know.”

“Great. So, tell me more about this… campaign, was it? The one for Hellfire, what should I know before the next meeting?”

His face lights up and he launches into an explanation of his most recent campaign.

“… and then, well I guess you’ll see what happens next. Don’t wanna spoil it for you.”

“Wow, that is amazing… and you came up with all of that?”

“Yep!” He grins nodding, proudly.

“Honestly, that is amazing, you’re so creative.”

He preens under your praise, blushing and twirling his hair in front of his face.

“It’s getting a bit late maybe we should head home?” You hate to say it, you’d stay out with him ‘til the sun came up, but it had to be said.

He deflates a little and mumbles in agreement, “Yeah, I guess you’re right. You… wanna do this again some time?”

He looks at you hopefully, as if you’d ever say no, you bump your shoulder against him as you walk, heading back to his van. “I would love to, Eds. Anytime you want.”

He gives you a goofy grin and murmurs, “Cool…”

You arrive back at your place much too soon for your liking, as he cuts off the engine he turns to you, “Lemme walk you to your door?”

You nod and he hops out, making his way over to your side and helping you out as usual.

You linger on the front porch, looking up at him, “Tonight was great Eds, really.”

“I had fun too, sweetheart.”

He pauses for a beat, shifting his weight from foot to foot nervously, his fingers tapping away at his leg unconsciously, “Umm… would it be alright if I kissed you?”

You grab his wrist and his fingers still their motions, you breathe out, “Absolutely, it would be more than alright.”

He ducks his head, leaning in eagerly, his nose bumps against yours and he kisses you chastely, both pairs of eyes fluttering shut. Your hand drops from his wrist, moving to tangle into his curls. 

One of his hands comes up to cup your cheek, stroking over it with a thumb. He groans when you tug gently on his hair, breaking away shortly after. He rests his forehead against yours, eyes opening to gaze into your own, “I guess this is goodnight then sweetheart.”

“Yeah, goodnight Eds… thanks again for tonight.” You sigh dreamily.

“No, thank you. Really, thank you for everything y/n.” He takes a step back, admiring you fully.

“Oh, stop it…” you slap his arm playfully, “… see you Monday?”

“Sure, will sweetheart. Sweet dreams.”

“You too, pretty-boy.” You giggle and wave as you turn to your front door.

Just before you slip inside you look back at him again and wave. He waves back, grinning broadly and you close the door.

He turns to return to his van, shoving his hands deep in his pockets, still grinning to himself and humming.

Your parents are sitting together in the living room, your mum’s watching tv, your dad snoring away beside her. When she sees you, she calls out in a hushed voice, “How was it?”

You match her tone, “It was great mum, I had a really good time.”

“See and you were worried about moving here. What did I tell you?”

“Yeah, yeah… I’m gonna head up to bed, goodnight.”

“Goodnight, love you.”

“Love you too.”

“I love you more.”

You roll your eyes thinking, ‘every time’.

When Monday rolls around Mandy stops you outside of O’Donnell’s class, you wave Eddie on and he goes ahead to the cafeteria without you. She tries to corral you into lunch with her and her friends, you apologise and explain you planned on having lunch with Eddie and another friend. 

She gives in and suggests a ‘girls night’ just you and her at her place after school today then. You accept and arrange to meet after your last period.

When you enter the cafeteria, you spot Eddie talking to a girl with a wavy bob, wearing a plaid button-down and tie beneath an oversized blazer. You give him a wave and he breaks conversation, waving you over.

“So, Robin… this is y/n, y/n this is Robin.” He gestures to each of you in turn.

You give her a nervous little wave, “Hi…”

She grins launching into an overzealous greeting, “Hi, oh my god finally… so you’re the girl Munson can’t ever shut up about, seriously he’s always like y/n this and y/n that-”

“Alright cool it Buckley.” Eddie cuts her off.

“Awww, you talk about me with your friends?” You pout over at him.

“He totally does, it is never-ending I swear, just yesterday we were…” she mimes smoking, “behind the Family Video… I work there, did he mention that… anyway, he was like ‘you won’t believe it, she called me-’”

She’s cut off by Eddie pressing a hand over her mouth, she licks it you assume judging by the way he reacts, retracting his arm, rubbing it off on his pants.

“That’s fucking disgusting.” He grimaces, “Stop embarrassing me.”

She pokes her tongue out at him, “If you don’t want to be embarrassed then just leave us alone dingus.”

“Ugh fine… just don’t say anything too bad.”

“Or what? You won’t do anything, I’m your best customer.”

“Yeah, whatever Buckley… see you around.” He turns to you, “Don’t listen to anything she says about me.”

You giggle at the exchange, “Don’t worry Eds I’m sure it’ll all be good things. If I don’t see you before then, you good for our study date tomorrow?”

“Yep, my place this time, you said?”

“Yeah, alright go back to your Hellfire buddies, let Robin and I get to know each other.”

“Ok see ya sweetheart.” He waves turning back to his usual table.

“You wanna grab a table?” She suggests.

“How about we eat outside instead?” You offer.

“Sure, lead the way.”

You find a spot beneath a large tree and settle in, pulling out your lunch, she sits beside you doing the same.

“So, what did you mean by ‘best customer’?”

“Oh, shit you don’t know?”

“Uh, know what?”

“Ahhh… Eddie sells me weed, we smoke together sometimes… I dunno, it helps ‘mellow me out’ you may have noticed I can be a bit… much. Just sometimes my mouth moves faster than my brain and it’s like I can’t get it to stop.”

“Hey, that is totally fine, it’s not a bad thing. Actually, I kinda like it, the way you just say whatever’s on your mind, it’d be great if more people were like that.”

“So, you really didn’t know about Eddie… dealing?”

“Well, I mean I’ve heard it around school, but he’s never talked to me about it. Didn’t know if it was true or not.” You shrug.

“But you’re cool with it right? I didn’t just like totally ruin everything for Munson?”

“No. No you didn’t… when it comes to that it’s not my thing but to each their own, I’m not about to judge anyone for it.”

She breathes out a sigh of relief, “Good. That’s good. So, you and Munson huh? Heard you two went on a date.” She teases.

“We did, went to the movies, watched Aliens, talked a little… it was fun.”

“That’s cute… but enough about him for now… tell me about you,” She begins firing off in quick succession, “…where’d you move here from, why, what’s your family like, are you liking Hawkins so far…?”

You giggle and she trails off, “Sorry, there I go again…”

“No, it’s ok… I think I got everything…”

You answer all her questions, she poses a few more as you talk prompted by your responses.

“… so, yeah that’s everything I guess.” You finish with a hum.

The distant sound of the school bell rings out across to the pair of you, you stand, “Well, that was fun. See you around, Robin.”

She rises to her feet clumsily, “Yeah, definitely we should hang out more. Maybe you can come past Family Video, I’ll put aside some of those movies you mentioned.”

“That’d be cool, thanks Robin. Anyway, better head to class.”

“Right, yeah me too.”

The two of you part ways once you re-enter the school with a wave. After lunch the day always seems to pass by so quickly, you wait for Mandy by the front doors. She appears by your side, “Ready to go?”

You nod and follow her along to her car, “Yep, did you have anything in particular in mind for tonight?”

“Dunno, figured we could chat, maybe listen to some music, do some face masks or something.” She shrugs.

“Yeah, sounds good.”

The two of you sit in her room chatting, everything had started of normal, you’d both painted your nails and applied face masks just settling in on her bed as music played from her radio. She brings up the topic of your date with Eddie, “So your date with Munson, how’d that go?”

“It was good, I really like him, you know…” She lets out an odd noise like a scoff.

“You should stay away from him.” She struggles to keep the bitterness out of her tone when she says it.

“Why does everyone keep saying that? I don’t get it!” You roll your eyes exasperatedly.

“Really you should end it with him. You know what they say about him, the things they call him. Freak. Cult leader. Dangerous. Devil worshipper. Drug dealer.”

“But he’s nice, always so sweet to me.”

“Yeah, for now.”

“What does that mean?”

“Look, I didn’t want to tell you this but girls’ gotta look out for each other, right?” She looks to you for response and you nod for her to continue.

“Well Munson and I had a… thing, I saw his band playing at The Hideout and well one thing led to another… Geez that boy is scary, real rough, it’s brutal. No wonder he’s never been able to keep a girl, all those chains and restraints and leather. Boy can’t keep it in his pants for two minutes, I’m surprised he hasn’t already tried it with you.”

“A-are you sure we’re talking about the same Eddie. I thought all that stuff was for show… just part of his style or whatever.”

“No, he gets off on legitimately hurting girls, it’s fucking sick. He really is a fucking freak. It’s a good thing I got out of there when I did.”

“O-oh… but why tell me this now? Why didn’t you say something when we first started hanging out.”

“I dunno, I guess I thought you were hearing it enough from everyone else, why would you listen to me?”

“Hey, you’re my friend, of course I’d listen to what you have to say. I’ll just… talk things over with Eddie and then we’ll see where we stand. Um th-thank you for telling me, I know it must have been hard for you to talk about.”

“Hey, I’m just looking out for you. What are friends for?”

She pulls you in for a hug and you miss the devious smirk plastered across her face when she does so.

You sit with Mandy at lunch the next day, trying to act like there wasn’t a raging turmoil currently going through your mind. You couldn’t wrap your head around it... Eddie likes to hurt girls... but that couldn’t be right, could it? But why would she lie about that?... Eddie gets off on hurting girls... scary... rough... brutal... 

And then you remember your plans for today, going to his place to study... what if he tries something... he wouldn’t, would he... he’d been so sweet and gentlemanly with you, but what if that was just a front.

You barely touch your food, pushing it around a bit before just dumping it all out and heading off to class early. You wonder whether you should try to cancel your study date... but how? No, no you should talk to him, get his side of the story first.

And at the end of the day, you find yourself waiting for him by his van, chewing on your thumbnail. Your hand drops as he approaches and you shy away from him.

“Hi, sweetheart, you ready to go?”

“Uhhh yeah...” You mumble uncertainly.

“Alright, hop in.” He opens your door holding out a hand to help you in, but you don’t take it. You miss the look of confusion that passes over his face, you avoid looking at him all together. The car ride is quiet and tense, he attempts conversation a few times only to be met with short, monosyllable answers.

When you arrive at his trailer, he makes another attempt to offer you his hand and again you avoid it. He ushers you inside awkwardly and motions to the couch, “I-I th-thought we could... maybe study out h-here... you know, spread everything out over the coffee table... if that’s ok?” He stutters out.

“Sure.” You wait for him to sit first before joining him, perched on the very edge of your seat.

“Hey, uhh... did I do something wrong? Are you mad at me?”

“What? No.”

“Then what’s wrong, you’ve been acting... off, since... well, lunch I guess?” His eyes get all squinty like they do when he’s getting serious.

“I... ummm...” You trail off.

“Talk to me tell me what I can do to help.” He implores.

“It’s just something Mandy said...”

“Shit... what... um what exactly did she say?” His voice wavers getting a little higher in pitch.

“She said you... you like to hurt girls... that you get off on hurting girls... physically... that you did it to her...”

He hangs his head pressing his palms into his face before suddenly throwing his head back arms raised, making you jump as he exclaims, “Fuck... why... Jesus why the fuck would she say it like that...?”

“Is it true? She said you use restraints... she mentioned chains and something about leather... and I thought that was just like your “style” or whatever... but she says you’re rough and brutal and... and... she said I should stay away from you, that she was lucky to get out when she did.”

“Oh, sweetheart no, no it’s not like that...” He goes to reach for you but stops halfway, thinking better of it.

“So, it’s not true... why would she say all of that, I don’t get it... where would she even get the idea that you use restraints, that you hurt girls to get off?”

“Well, I mean I do like that kind of stuff, but I’d never force anyone into it. I don’t need to do that kind of stuff to get off… it just makes it better… fuck, I just hate that this is how you had to find out. That she got in your head and scared you. I’m glad you came to me first though and let me explain myself. You must have questions, I’ll answer anything you want, just please hear me out before you judge.”

“O-ok, alright… so you like to hurt girls…?”

“No! Well, it’s more complex than that. I don’t really want to hurt you, like I’d never beat you or anything. It’s more like… God how do I explain it… there is pain, but the level is entirely controlled by you and how much you want-”

“But why would anyone want pain? And if you don’t want to hurt a girl, why do you do it?”

“It’s… well, for me personally it adds to the sensation, the right mix of pleasure and pain is just… something else… and then on the other hand the rush you get from someone handing over their control putting you in a place of power…

“Wait, for you personally… does that mean you like to be hurt too.”

“Yeah, that’s actually how I started all this… when I first got into it, I was a sub… that’s what it’s called, short for submissive. And I had a domme… dominant and she showed me the ropes and everything.” He pauses for a breath. 

“Then one day I started showing an interest in switching up the dynamic and she helped me out with that too. I lean more dominant now and I’m still in touch with my old domme, we haven’t done anything like that together in years, but I can always go to her for advice and just check in with her.”

“That actually sounds cute… in a weird way. Ok I think I’m starting to get it… kind of… but what if that’s something I’m not into?”

“That is perfectly fine like I said I’d never force you to do anything you’re not one hundred percent comfortable with and it’s not something I need.”

“But you said it is better, if it’s better then why don’t you want it like all the time?”

“You can still have a fulfilling relationship and sex-life without this kinda stuff.”

“What if… what if we try some stuff but I don’t like it?”

“If we ever do anything you’re not into or we’re doing something you can’t handle you need to tell me immediately and I will stop, you understand that?”

“Yeah, I do and uh thank you I guess.”

“Oh, sweetheart you don’t need to thank me for basic human decency. There are systems we can use to communicate when either of us is not comfortable in a situation, the most important thing to me is that we are both safe and that we can both have fun in a fully consensual way.”

It hits you like a tonne of bricks you’d just done the one thing you said you’d never do. You let the shit that people say about him get to you, you let someone change the way you saw him. You can’t believe yourself, hot, angry tears burst forth from you.

“Oh, no don’t cry… no, no, no. Hey, it’s ok. We’re ok, right?” Forgetting any previous hesitation he’s scopping you up into his arms and you blubber against his chest.

“Yeah… I-I’m so-sorry… sorry I let her get to me. I know I said I wo-would nev-ver let people change the way I see you b-but I did… I’m so s-sorry…”

He strokes the back of your head, slowly easing it back so you’d look at him, “Hey, I don’t blame you, if you’re not introduced to this sort of thing in the right way it could scare anyone off. But look, you came to me in the end, you listened to me and let me explain without judging me. I am very grateful for that and we are… good, right?”

“Y-yes…”

“Ok, well we can talk about this some more another time, ok… for now what can I do to make you feel better? I hate to see you so distraught.”

A few days had passed since the incident and Eddie was sitting with Robin behind the Family Video venting to her as they passed a joint between each other. It was the end of her shift and he’d needed to let loose and talk it out with someone.

“This fucking bitch right, as if she wasn’t totally into it when we were hooking up. I don’t get why she’d say that shit to her, try to scare her off like that.” He holds out the joint to Robin and she takes a drag before answering.

“Dude are you that fucking dumb? You can’t see why the girl you used to hook-up with would want to scare away your girlfriend?”

“No, what?” He accepts the joint from her outstretched hand.

“She still wants you Munson, how’s she gonna get pinned down by you if you’re going steady with someone else.”

“Ha, who woulda thought I’d be in such high demand.”

“Oh, don’t let it get to your head… it’s big enough already, especially with all that hair. Don’t forget you started this off mad at her and worried about y/n.”

“Yeah, what… what can I do, I don’t know what to do.”

“Don’t worry I’ll talk to y/n, we’ll sort this out.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, absolutely. Now give that here.”

The Monday following their discussion Robin approaches you, grabbing your arm without hesitation dragging you off offering no explanation.

“Uhhh... Robin what’s going on?”

“You’ll see.” Is all she offers in response.

You’d managed to avoid Mandy after the blowout that had occurred but you realise that is exactly where she’s leading you, following her as she steps into the girls’ bathroom.

“You hurt my friend you little fucking bitch, now you apologise and stay far away from her and her boyfriend.” It’s a calm, quiet rage, unlike you’d ever seen her.

“Yeah, and why would I do that? I didn’t do anything wrong. I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true.” She bites back.

“You… you did though…” you mumble nervously.

Robin stops you with a hand over yours, “You did fucking lie and because if you don’t, I’ll make sure the whole fucking school knows what a dirty fucking slut you are, just how much you love to take-” Mandy’s smirk drops.

“Whoa, Robin stop, don’t…” You gasp.

“No, I won’t stop, because if she does anything to hurt you or Eddie again, the whole school will know about her dirty little secret, how she likes to sleep around with the ‘Town Freak’ as she so likes to call him in public.”

“You wouldn’t… that’d hurt him too…” She attempts weakly.

“It wouldn’t actually, definitely nowhere near as what it’d do to you and your reputation.”

“Fine I won’t go near them, either of them. Happy?”

“Not just yet…” Robin drops your hand, storming over to her and laying the sharpest, loudest slap across her face you’d ever seen, it reverberates off the tiled walls.

“Now, I’m happy. Come on y/n, let’s go.” She walks back to you, grabbing your arm and leading you away.

You notice how she shakes her hand as you exit the bathroom, “You ok Robin, you didn’t hurt yourself did you?”

She glances down at her hand, “Nah, nah it was nothing.”

“That was amazing by the way, thank you.”

“Hey, what are friends for, right?”

“She uhh… that’s what she said right after she told me all that stuff about Eddie.”

“Oh, no, no she was never really your friend. You still have so many better friends than that and we are all here for you. You know that right?”

“Yeah, yeah thanks.”