#ok alright that’s enough. it’s time for homework

[funky-lil-ghost]

nothing like standing in a hallway at 9:30pm and watching some guy stumble out of a dusty old classroom like he’s not sure what planet he’s on. he just waves and says good morning and we’re like. yeah. good morning to you too isaiah! anyway the queers are off to mcdonalds bye

[autism-disco]

the car seat is headresting that’s for certain

[wosostories]

Workload (Gotham FC x Teen!Reader)

Gotham x Teen!Reader

Summary: 16 year old reader has signed with Gotham FC and is struggling to find balance between school and sport with finals and the NWSL Championship both quickly approaching.

You sigh as you close your laptop for the night, you mean morning. It was just after 2:00 when you finished your history essay, calc assignment, and studying for your chemistry test the next day. Plus on top of that, starting to find all of your materials for your upcoming exams. 

It’s not even that you were pushing it all off to the last minute. It’s just the course work that you get every night is impossible to get done that night on top of the training you have with Gotham FC and your ADHD. 

You would put off doing your school work to get more sleep if you could, but your school has told you multiple times that they would revoke your work permit if you didn’t keep your grades up and get all of your assignments in on time. 

You sigh again and finally head to bed to hopefully get a couple hours before morning lift. Your alarm goes off two and a half hours later and you drag yourself out of bed. It takes you half an hour to get ready and have your things together before Lynn picks you up for training. 

When you get in the car Kristi and Lynn are already pumped up and jamming to Lynn’s playlist. You let them continue on as you tuck yourself in the back seat and try not to fall back asleep. 

“You ok kid?” Lynn asks you turing the music down. “You look a little tired.”

“Ya, just didn’t get very much sleep last night. Had a lot of homework to get done after practice.” 

“You’ve been saying that a lot recently,” Krisite pipes in, “You sure you’re getting enough rest.”

“Ya it’s just that time of year. We're coming up on exams and the NWSL Championship.” 

“You can talk to coach. I'm sure he’d understand if you needed to miss a few practices.” They tried convincing you. 

“No, it's fine. Nothing I haven’t handled before.” You all arrive at the training facility just in time to get into the lifting room. 

“Alright let's get started.” They start with stretching and then pair up to go through their specialized lifting workout for the day. You end up with Jenna Nightswonger due to your similar workout needs. 

“Are you ok Y/N. You’ve been yawning for the last 30 minutes. Which has been the entire time we’ve been here.” 

“I’m fine. Just up a little later than I probably should have been getting my homework done.”

“If you’re sure.”

They finish the lift session another 30 minutes later and you leave the rest of your team to get to school on time. You are able to make your way through the day with a quick nap during lunch and eating while working on your revions during study hall. And as soon as the bell lets you out you are back on your way to the training facility for afternoon practice. 

Your movements are slow and sluggish throughout practice as you try to keep up with the quick movements of your teammates. During all of your breaks you have an assignment out and are slowly making your way through them. 

“Hey Y/N, come here for a second.” Ali calls you over with about 45 minutes left of practice. 

“Ya hold on just one sec.” You call back as you finish up the last math problem on the worksheet. As soon as you are done you jog over to the older player. “Ya what’s up?” 

“We're all just a little worried about you. You seem a little out of it today.”

“I’m fine,” you sigh out a little frustrated. “Will everyone stop asking me that?”

“Hey now, there’s no need for that. We're just trying to help.” You sigh again. 

“I know. It’s all just a lot. I think that it might be getting to me a little.”

“That’s ok. When's the last time you got a full night of sleep?” You look down knowing that you will answer if you look at her. “Alright grab your stuff.”

“W-what?”

“Grab your things, I’m going to take you home. Then you’re going to finish anything due tomorrow then go to sleep. And you aren’t going to be coming to practice tomorrow.”

“But the championships are…”

“Not starting until next week. There is still plenty of time. But if you get hurt then it won't matter.” 

You sigh. Ali leads you over to your things and you start packing them up as Ali goes to talk to coach. She comes back over with the ok from coach. “And he said if you show up to practice at any point tomorrow he will bench you for the first game of the tournament.”

You nod, “I won’t come tomorrow. I’ll get my work done and get a good night’s rest.” 

“Good and next time it gets too much, just let us know. You’re still just a kid. It’s our job to help you so let us.”

“I will.”

“Good.”

[capitanoidyll]

Infinity

Yandere ! Gojo Satoru x Female ! Reader

Part 15 | your confrontation, sukuna's answer

Summary | And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you.

Also, I miss gojo so much, so take this picture and a new chapter while I miss him in my little corner 🥹

Infinity Masterlist

GOJO SATORU hummed to himself as he entered the library that same night.

“Gojo?! The Gojo in my library?!”

He turned to look at the librarian sitting behind her desk, her eyes were wide with surprise, but her lips were quick to form a big smile when she got up to rush over to him, “can I get a picture with you?”

“Sure! I don’t see why not.”

She ended up giggling to herself as she pulled out her phone and leaned into him, her arm brushing his side and everything. It took everything in him to not put-up infinity. And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t imagine the librarian as y/n.

Once the picture was snapped, Gojo forced his usual easygoing grin when the librarian turned to look at him again, her eyes practically sparkling at this point, “so, what brings you here? Are you looking for something?”

“Nah, I’m just browsing.”

“Ok! Uhm- please let me know if you need anything, alright?”

He nodded and gave a gentle wave to the woman before turning and going straight to where he believed the book was. However, as he traveled through the halls, he felt two familiar cursed energies. It had his stomach turning as he rounded the corner.

“And that���s how you complete this problem, simple enough, right, Itadori?”

Itadori nodded vigorously, his smile bright as he grinned at y/n, “it is! Thank you, sensei!”

She smiled too, “though, she was momentarily distracted when she noticed Gojo. Itadori, noticing how she was distracted, looked over to where he was looking too.

“Oh! Gojo-sensei! When did you get here?”

“Just now,” he said smoothly as he butted into the conversation easily, “what brings you two here so late at night?”

Y/n spoke up first, “Itadori was having trouble with some of the homework you assigned, so I offered to help him.”

“That so? Well, Yuji, if you were having so much trouble, I would have made it easier for you.”

“Really?!”

Y/n shook her head and lightly swatted at Gojo’s arm when he got close enough to them at the table, “you can’t make it easier Gojo, how would he learn?”

“And how do you expect him to learn if you’re helping him all the time,” Gojo fired back.

Y/n frowned at him, her hands resting on her hips as she glared, “making homework easier doesn’t teach them anything, but helping them learn now will help them be able to do it on their own in the future.”

Gojo loved how cute she got when she got all pouty like this. He just wanted to squish her cheeks so bad-

Which is exactly what he did.

“H- hey!”

Gojo let his big, soft palms encase her cheeks as he squished them together, causing her lips to pucker up. Her glare was still there, but she definitely looked non-threatening from this angle.

“Gojo-sensei! Stop bullying L/n-sensei!”

Gojo ‘s face went blank when Itadori forced his hands away from Y/n’s face, and for a moment he saw Sukuna’s eye open before closing just as quickly. Gojo sneered.

“Got something to say Sukuna?”

The curse never hesitated to rise to a challenge, especially from Gojo.

“She already read through the book. She finished it by the time this brat found her.”

Gojo lips tightened into a straight line as he shoved his hands into his pockets. Y/n, all the while, gave Sukuna a questioning look, “the book from before?”

She turned towards Gojo, “I didn’t know you wanted to read it to. Here, let me go get-“

Gojo shook his head, “that’s alright, I guess I was just curious what was in it, but… not anymore,” he said with a shrug. Gojo glanced at Sukuna before grinning and looking back at y/n, “anyway, since I am here now, would you like me to walk you home?”

He waited for her response, watched as he thought for a moment. Hesitation clear in her eyes, “actually, I have to look into one more thing, but I would like it if you were to ask me again tomorrow?”

“Sure! Don’t stay up too late, y/n. I know how much of a hard worker you tend to be,” Gojo joked as he bid both y/n and Itadori a goodnight before taking his leave. The librarian at the front not even being able to say goodbye as he left in a hurry. (He was pissed.)

And when he was gone, y/n had turned to Itadori, her hands playing with each other as she looked him in the eye, “Itadori?”

“Yes, l/n-sensei?”

“Can you bring Sukuna out? I want to talk to him.”

Itadori quirked an eyebrow, “…are you sure?”

She nodded, “don’t worry! I can handle myself, and I don’t want to fight him either, I just want to ask him about something is all.”

“How long do you need?”

“I…a minute will be enough.”

Itadori nodded, he was still unsure though. If you wanted to talk to Sukuna wouldn’t it have been easier to ask while Gojo-sensei was still here? He shook his head at the thought and closed his eyes. Time to come out, Sukuna.

Opening his, or the brat’s eyes, Sukuna raised his hands and slicked his hair back, a smirk soon forming and resting on his lips as he looked at y/n.

“It’s been so long, y/n.”

“So, it’s true then?”

Sukuna tilted his head to the side, “what is?”

She played with the sleeves of her shirt, “past lives, the book I was reading when Itadori came to ask for my help. Is it true that I’ve lived a past life?”

Sukuna chuckled, she didn’t like how sinister it sounded, “a past life,” Sukuna mused, “try multiple.”

She frowned, “what do you mean?”

“You have dreams don’t you? Of a white haired man with the same face, but a different name? Dreams where you’ve been poor or living with the rich?”

“How many lives have I lived then? And…have I…ever met you in any of them?”

Ignoring that first question, Sukuna took a step towards her, and she took a step back, “met me? You did far more than just meeting me.”

She felt her back hit the bookcase and Sukuna stopped his advance forward. He was an armlength away.

“What was I to you?”

Sukuna stood up straighter, his held slightly tilted back as if he was looking down at her, “why don’t you remember that yourself and come back to me with the answer.”

It wasn’t a question, but a demand. And before she could question any further, Itadori took back control, “did he do anything? Are you ok, sensei?”

She steadied her hammering heart, “I’m alright. Thank you for bringing him out, Itadori.”

“Sure! Anytime! Though, can Gojo-sensei be here next time? I don’t like Sukuna being out and around you?”

“What do you mean?”

Itadori crossed his arms and closed his eyes in thought, “don’t know, I just get this uneasy feeling everytime he looks at you. It’s weird.”

She smiled, “thank you for your concern, Itadori,” she said as she went to the desk and picked up his homework, “now, why don’t you go back to your room and get some rest. You have a long day tomorrow.”

“Ok! See ya tomorrow, sensei!”

She waved goodbye to him as he left the library, and when she was finally alone, she collapsed in one of the chairs.

“Just who am I, anyway?”

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[risingsoleil]

do more of linzin funny moments with their kids!😭

I present to you a few fun moments Linzin has with each of their kids when they're tiny:

Kang

He's doing his homework at the table.

"Mommy. Mommy! MOMMY!!!"

Footsteps come closer. "Don't shout. Use your indoor voice."

Kang wiggles in his seat. "When were you and Daddy born?"

"He was born in 119, and I was in 120."

"Did you meet Avatar Kyoshi?"

She makes a face. "No. She was reborn as Grandpa Aang."

Scribbles filled the blank lines, his tongue poking out at the corner of his mouth. He paused. "Ok. Were you alive when the Fire Nation attacked?"

Lin puts a hand on her hip. "How old do you think I am?"

Kang blinks. "Enough to know all the Avatars."

She mentally facepalms.

"Did Daddy get meet Avatar Wan before you then?"

Areum

She's sitting in Lin's lap at an event and turns to face her mother. Lin is engrossed in a conversation with a colleague, who also happens to be a mother. So it doesn't surprise Lin's colleague when she sees Areum suddenly turning and playing with the betrothal necklace.

"Mommy." Her fingers trace the designs.

"Hold on, sweetie. Mommy is talking to someone."

Areum pouts and grumbles under her breath until the lady finally leaves the table.

"Mommy," she groans.

"What is it?"

She points at the necklace. "I want one too."

Lin touches it for a moment, trying to remember which necklace she's wearing. Immediately she knows. "Then you need to marry someone from the Water Tribe to make you one when they want to marry you."

"I don't wanna wait."

A few days pass and Areum goes up to Tenzin.

"Daddy, can you make me a 'get married' necklace?"

He picks her up and holds her in his arms. "A what?"

"A necklace like Mommy's. The one you gave her when you got married," she explains and Tenzin 'ah's in understanding. "I asked the boy in my class, but he doesn't know how to."

Tenzin frowns. "Which boy?! He's not going to make you any necklace."

"Why not?"

"Bc you're not getting married, sweetie. Especially not to whoever this boy is."

"But--"

"No buts. I'll make you a 'get married' necklace."

Jin

Lin is working weird hours and Jin has been asking her and Tenzin everyday what time she's supposed to come home. Every day, Lin makes sure to write a note or tell him what time she's going to come home.

Today is a good day bc Mommy is coming home earlier! She's not coming home in the middle of the night. That means she can cook and play and go out on Oogi.

"I'll be home at 15:30."

Tenzin hears loud sobbing coming from the window and goes out to investigate. He sees his son, tears streaming down his face and cheeks red. His poor boy inherited his red-face syndrome.

Tenzin kneels next to his boy and holds him. "Why are you crying, Jin? Did something happen? Are you hurt?"

"MOMMY'S LATE. SOMETHING HAPPENED TO HER!! SHE SHOULD BE HOME BY NOW!"

He checks the clock. "It's only 15:31, son."

"THAT'S A MINUTE LATE, DADDY!!!"

It takes 20 mins for him to calm down his son (desserts did it for him, and he's willing to pay the price for a sugar crash later on). Finally, they hear metal boots clanking and Jin perks up, running to the person he's missed all day.

Jin hugs her and demands to know why she was late. He frowns at her for breaking her promise and not being home at 15:30 like she promised.

Lin rubs his back. "Alright, what will make you feel better?"

"I want dragon beard candy for breakfast. I can stay up late like you and Daddy. We go to the top of Kyoshi Bridge."

"Well, we can't do that all in one day. But we'll do that."

"And I want a baby brother."

Tenzin trips over air in the background.

Lin looks at Tenzin, then her son.

"Why do you want a little brother? You have your sister."

"So i can be a big brother. MeiMei is too mean."

"Well..." And she knows her husband is listening closely. "Daddy and I have to talk about it."

"Hmph."

Mei

It's summer and Tenzin is sure there's a heat wave rolling over Republic City this year. He's meditating without a shirt on because he's probably going to sweat with all the humidity surrounding the island.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Peaceful.

The air shifts and a tiny body climbs on top of him.

"Daddy, look at me."

He doesn't open his eyes. "Sweetie, I'm meditating."

The small figure climbs off of his back, but stands at his side and traces her fingers down the back of his head, along his back. She follows the lines until she can't reach.

"Mommy wants to know why you don't have your shirt on."

"Because it's hot."

Her hand disappears. "Okay."

For the next ten minutes, Mei doesn't disturb him. Then he feels her sit next to him. A swell of pride fills his heart.

'She's meditating with me. She's so sweet. My little baby girl. I love her so much.' he thinks.

Then he hears a new voice.

"Why is her shirt off?"

His eyes open immediately and he peers over at his firstborn. Sure enough, her shirt was thrown off to the side and she's sitting topless like him on the pavilion. From behind, Tenzin can see Lin holding their son on her hip and giving him that "what the hell?" look.

Before Tenzin can answer, his daughter pipes up,

"Daddy says it's hot, that's why he's not wearing a shirt. It's hot, so I took off my shirt too."

Lin sighs.

Why do kids take everything literally?

[lalalian]

So is there anything you can tell us about some of aethergarde’s teachers?

hihi!

Yeah I have a few teachers scripted! I just kept putting off posting about them due to plot stuff (sorry, ik you've asked this a few times!)

(Please refer to the progress report for the in-script teacher update)

OH-- Btw, I am still working on the mermaid script, it's just that it's so so messy rn; I'll update the progress report when things are more cohesive.

A few things to note… A lot of the teachers are gonna wanna teach you. You’re likely going to get the more famed teachers in the academy; they’ll use their influence to teach you. Teachers you’ll definitely have are: Professor Drakard, Professor Riorson, Esther Naida Covington

Alright, let's get into the teachers! Do note that these aren't all the teachers, it's just some of them.

Ok wait but first, what do I mean by influence and power in this post?

Professors who have taught at Aethergarde Academy the longest and teach either a fighting class or a magic class tend to have the most influence over discussions over curriculum, Academy based movements (like sending out 5th yrs to fight on behalf of the academy), dispelling particularly harmful rumors, and of course picking students they want to teach. You'd think only the assistant headmaster and the headmaster themselves decide this on their own, but in Aethergarde, both professors and the headmasters discuss what to do together. Curriculum changes that affect all departments will be discussed with all the teachers, but curriculum changes that only affect one or two more departments will be discussed with the appropriate teachers in each department. Meetings that include the non-magic based combat department tend to have the most discord-- mostly due to the fact that a lot of the teachers in this department either has anger issues, lots of influence, or both.

You bet your ass that people will be fighting over you.

professors:

Name: Aaron Hale Riorson

Subject: Spellwork, Scything

Class Levels: 1-5 (and onward for scything)

Rate my professor: 11/10

TOP TAGS: Strict, Supportive, Intimidating

- Lax: 4/10

- Teaching Ability: 9/10

- Homework: 4/10

Background:

Professor Riorson has worked for Aethergarde Academy for a long time— he is the head of the Magic Department at Aethergarde. His reputation as a talented rider and a personable leader makes him have a lot of influence and power amongst the rest of the teachers. He rarely tries to use his influence to get something he wants as he feels that it’s unfair; he has very few exceptions— you’re one of them. Once he finds out that you’re specializing in the scythe, he’ll definitely try to get you in his class.

Teaching Experience:

Professor Riorson (yes I did name him after the Percy Jackson author) is strict on his students because he wants to weed out the kids who aren’t persistent/skilled enough to handle the scythe. In his spellwork class, he is also pretty strict, but he is a lot less rigid and cold.

Name: Isaac Reol Lancaster

Subject: Swords, Long Bow

Class Levels: All

Rate my Professor: 8.5/10

TOP TAGS: Popular, Charismatic, Resourceful

Lax: 6/10

Teaching Ability: 7.5/10

Homework: 2.5/10

Background:

Recognize his last name? Yes, he’s related to Callisto and Asterias— Professor Lancaster is the boys’ uncle. Due to familial ties and bias, Professor Lancaster cannot teach either Callisto or Asterias. He is one of the most popular male teachers on campus amongst students— I’m sure we can guess why LMAO. He’s pretty close to Asterias and often tries to mediate any arguments between Callisto and his brother.

Teaching Experience:

Professor Lancaster has been working at Aethergarde Academy for 7~ years now. If you want an easier class, Professor Lancaster is your way to go. He can get distracted during class; like he’ll talk about Asterias and Callisto instead of like idk, teaching. Unlike most teachers, he won’t be as interested in teaching you.

Name: Daione Eloise Ingram

Subject: Aurawork, Magic Theory

Class Levels: All

Rate my Professor: 9/10

TOP TAGS: Understanding, Reserved, Passionate

Lax: 6/10

Teaching Ability: 9/10

Homework: 6.5/10

Background:

Professor Ingram would definitely make Magic Theory bearable. She's worked with Aethergarde Academy since the beginning, so she too has quite a bit of influence, especially regarding the Magic Department.

Teaching Experience:

Professor Ingram is calm and patient-- she isn't the kind of person to get frustrated easily, especially with underclassmen (1st and 2nd yr). She firmly believes that some students just need more time to master certain aura patterns, and is willing to accommodate if the student shows that they are at least trying to learn said skill (going to review sessions, asking lots of questions, or seeing her during her office hours).

Name: Alina Pietarinen

Subject: Herbology, Magitech

Class Levels: All (herbology), 1-2 (magitech)

Rate my Professor: 8.5/10

TOP TAGS: Eccentric, Efficient, Sociable

Lax: 7/10

Teaching Ability: 9/10

Homework: 1/10

Background:

Professor Pietarinen has also been with Aethergarde Academy for quite sometime, but has only recently began teaching Magitech (when you first shift to aethergarde, her second year of teaching magitech will have begun). She is popular with many of the extracurricular teachers.

Teaching Experience:

Professor Pietarinen is pretty chill, but she's also incredibly knowledgeable. Out of all of the herbology teachers, she teaches her students the most efficiently. Her small tricks and tips often help students grasp concepts faster-- this includes both her magitech classes and her herbology classes. As a bonus, she almost never assigns homework, and if she does, the assignment usually doesn't take more than 10 minutes.

Name: Nicoleas Barou

Subject: Scything, Battle Experience

Class Levels: Only teaches 3rd, 4th, and 5th yr students

Rate my Professor: 8.5/10

TOP TAGS: Stern, Harsh, High-Expectations

Lax: 0/10

Teaching Ability: 9.5/10

Homework: 6/10?

Background:

Professor Barou was head-knight of the Thorns Squadron before he started teaching. He only started teaching part-time when he kept getting disappointed by the new Aethergarde Academy recruits, but he eventually found that he liked teaching more than he thought he would (he'd never admit it tho) so he left the Thorns to become a Battle Experience teacher. His main weapons are throwing knives and the scythe; after seeing the performance of one student who was learning how to fight with a scythe in Battle Experience, he demanded to also teach kids how to fight with a scythe. He and Professor Riorson really don't get along-- they teach differently. Since Professor Barou refuses to teach underclassmen, you may have to take a semester or two (or more) with Professor Barou after you've been taught by Professor Riorson-- Trust me, Professor Barou will teach you how to fight in a different way and insult the way Professor Riorson has taught you.

Teaching Experience:

Professor Barou is the most infamous teacher amongst students. He never directly gives you homework, but he does insinuate you need to practice whatever you're not good at. Bottom-line is... Just practice for at least an hour or two per week-- just make sure he doesn't see you or else he'll either yell at you to do better (and then walk away muttering about how the riders these days just aren't talented enough) OR, if you're really unlucky, he'll stand there and say everything you're doing wrong until you get it right. In this case, your self-study session may last way longer than a few hours. Despite his crazy work ethic and harsh way of teaching, he is one of the biggest reasons why Aethergarde has such great riders. Uh, I will say tho... Scything class with this man will be TOUGH.

Name: Esther Naida Covington

Subject: Potions, Dragon Etiquette, Developmental Psychology: Dragons

Class Levels: All

Rate my Professor: 10/10

TOP TAGS: Passionate, Agreeable, Forgiving

Lax: 7/10

Teaching Ability: 9/10

Homework: 3/10

Background:

Professor Covington is another student favorite; many Aethergarde grads will continue to maintain a relationship with Professor Covington. She has been with Aethergarde Academy for an extremely long time, and refuses to retire because she enjoys teaching so much. Both her popularity and her long history with the academy gives her a lot of influence.

Teaching Experience:

Professor Covington doesn't like to make her classes hard, instead, she'll provide as many resources possible (for potions class, she'll provide a copy of the most important parts of her lectures to everyone, and if you're not in class that day, she'll make note of it and give you the notes). She is flexible with exams and practicals. Professor Covington may ask her students when they'd like to have their tests, and she'll plan for it to be on that day. Her teaching style makes her class straightforward and enjoyable.

Name: Elise Irene Drakard

Subject: Martial Arts, Throwing Knives

Class Levels: Only teaches 3rd, 4th, 5th yr students

Rate my Professor: 7/10

TOP TAGS: Unforgiving, tough, realistic

Lax: 2/10

Teaching ability: 8.7/10

Homework: 4/10

Background:

Professor Drakard is the youngest teacher at Aethergarde Academy. She is a recent addition; she began teaching at the academy only 3 years ago. Professor Drakard has a lot of rumors surrounding her since she doesn’t talk about herself much, and at least 2 teachers are crushing on her. Despite her short time at the academy, she has quite a good reputation (staff/teacher wise).

Teaching Experience:

As you can see from both the tags and ratings, she is a very strict teacher. She is the kind of professor to purposely fail you if she doesn’t think you deserve to pass because you either suck at martial arts/throwing knives, or you aren’t a good rider in general. Homework generally consists of practical work; she will have a written quiz here and there just so you know what terms she’s talking abt + make sure you’re listening to her in class. Professor Drakard used to teach all grade levels, but was removed from 1st and 2nd year classes due to high failure rates. On the bright side, you’ll be really good at whatever subject she taught you if you do have her as your teacher.

Name: Amon

Subject: Specialized Niche Training*, General Ancient Languages

Class Levels: 3rd, 4th, and 5th yr students only

Rate my Professor: 10/10

TOP TAGS: Mysterious, Charismatic, Powerful

Lax: 5/10

Teaching Ability: 9.5/10

Homework: 3/10

NOTE: Specialized Niche Training*

You will be his only student in his specialized niche class!

Background:

Amon has a ton of rumors surrounding him-- whether or not his dragon is dead, is he even a rider, is he even a he? Nobody really knows because he doesn't teach many classes. Students tend to enroll in his General Ancient Languages class just to see him. He always wears a mask, and he always wears those pointy metal gloves. Awhile ago, parents became increasingly concerned with the fact that Amon was teaching students in Aethergarde Academy. Sylvia Godwin, Aethergarde Academy's assistant headmaster, had to address this rumor in place of the headmaster; essentially, she revealed that she is certain that Amon's loyalty lies with the Academy, but did not explain why.

Teaching Experience:

Amon is eerily calm; no student has ever seen him angry. He is not one to use words to keep students in line, instead he uses his aura to emit a threatening feeling (idk how to describe it, but yk what I'm talking abt, right?). Not much is known about him, and any personal question is often dismissed with an enigmatic answer.

Name: Yashodha Karavadra

Subject: Tessen Fan Training, History of Eudora

Class Levels: All (and onward for tessen fan)

Rate my Professor: 9.5/10

TOP TAGS: Patient, Firm, Understanding

Lax: 5.5/10

Teaching Ability: 9.5/10

Homework: 2/10

Background:

Professor Karavadra has been with the academy for a while, but not as long as Professor Covington. She isn't the kind of person to dabble in social politics, because of this, she does not exert as much influence as most other teachers.

Teaching Experience:

Professor Karavadra recommends vendors for her students to shop for supplies and weapons; she tries not to show it, but she prefers students who aren't of noble descent more than nobles themselves. Professor Karavadra doesn't bend her expectations. If you can't keep up, she isn't the kind to get frustrated, rather, she'd invite you to her review sessions after class. She is well-liked among non-noble students due to her slight preference and willingness to financially provide for kids who cannot afford quality supplies.

Name: Cora Muir Lesiak

Subject: Swords

Class Levels: All

Rate my Professor: 8/10

TOP TAGS: Outgoing, Hardworking, Encouraging

Lax: 4/10

Teaching Ability: 8/10

Homework: 2/10

Background:

Professor Lesiak doesn't stand out much compared to other teachers but she's still quite talented. Professor Lesiak also worked in the Thorns Squadron, and she is often characterized by her strong loyalty to the crown. Some teachers don't like her for her ideology. Some teachers wanted to restrict the number of classes she teaches, but since Professor Lesiak never talks about politics in class, even after students speak about such topics, the Academy has largely ignored such concerns.

Teaching Experience:

Professor Lesiak is very extroverted and outgoing-- her personality is quite a stark difference from a lot of the teachers in the Academy. While she doesn't require her students to come to her review sessions, it is highly recommended as you can get your practice done within an hour. Professor Lesiak is not the kind of person to push you too far.

Name: Baariq El Khouri

Subject: Strategy Analysis

Class Levels: All

Rate my Professor: 9/10

TOP TAGS: Analytical, Critical, Comprehensive

Lax: 5/10

Teaching Ability: 9.5/10

Homework: 7.5/10

Background:

Ugh he's so fine. SO ANYWAYS, Professor Khouri is also another student favorite. I think we know why. Ok but besides that, he's insanely analytical and is one of the reasons why Aethergarde alumni are such great leaders. Professor Khouri, because of his specialization, works closely with both Sylvia Godwin (Assistant Principal) and Sagria Nahas (Headmaster) when planning the logistics of certain events.

Teaching Experience:

Professor Khouri doesn't assign a lot of homework, but whenever you do get an assignment from him, it's pretty hard, and he isn't a lenient grader. As long as you can explain why your method/answer is best, you'll get a good grade, but you need to make sure all factors are covered. Like all of them. Also if you aren't the type of person to raise your hand in class, take notes on the things people say and the professor's feedback. You'll know why a certain thing is wrong and the proper solution to it quicker.

Name: Yerzhan Maratov

Subject: Martial Arts, Tessen Fan

Class Levels: All

Rate my Professor: 10/10

TOP TAGS: Detail-Oriented, Diligent, Unique

Lax: 4/10

Teaching Ability: 9.5/10

Homework: 4/10

Background:

Professor Maratov used to teach at Empyrigate; he quit once he witnessed a truly talented rider fight with a tessen fan in one of the tournaments. Professor Maratov is probably one of the most loyal teachers to Aethergarde Academy; he is extremely passionate and proud that Aethergarde Academy fosters the best riders in Aenaroth. Professor Maratov is also not from Eudora, he moved decades ago (he is from Luayuhin).

Teaching Experience:

Professor Maratov places a lot of value in meditation in both his tessen fan and martial arts classes. This is because mana can make parts of your body weigh slightly more, cause too much mana to be pooled in the least useful parts of the body, or mana isn't pooling in the right limbs at the right times. Professor Maratov ensures his students utilize the passive form of mana correctly. Because of this, his classes are more complex than your traditional martial arts and tessen fan classes. Most of your homework will probably be aura related, followed by footwork, and just general fighting.

[fairykazu]

SPECIFIC LOVE LANG FT. SCARAMOUCHE AND THOMA mlist . tags: @ainnofinway

SCARAMOUCHE: helping his partner with their homework.

you and scaramouche, your boyfriend, were in the library seated near the sci-fi section in the archives. it's his auntie's library.

nahida was a very sweet lady and allowed you to even eat in her library. god bless her.

the purple haired male had a very much different work ethic than you do

he was straightforward to the point, his side of the table had stacks upon stacks of books. he always kept his gpa higher than a 3. you, on the other hand, had a good gpa but you struggle in certain topics that scaramouche exceeds at.

you were stuck on this question for like hours while scaramouche seemed to speed through the questions with no problem.

"psss, scaramouche," you whispered, poking his shoulder. but no prevail since scaramouche was surrounded by books piled on books. should you try to knock down his book wall right now? nah, making too loud noises for auntie nahida would hurt you.

hearing his chair being adjusted as scaramouche plucked out the buds out of his ears, music softly playing out of device. "yes?"

"can you please help me on number 21 on assignment 60 from mr. cyrus?"

without missing a beat, he replied back, "ok." as he broke down his walls of books, the physical wall between you two disappeared, grabbing an extra paper. "so, for this equation, you have to use the quadratic formula, x equals to negative b plus or minus square root of b squared subtract 4ac divided by 2a." glancing back to you, he noticed that you're spacing out. "hey."

snapping his fingers, your eyes jolt back awake. he was leaning on one of his hands while you groggily wake up from your day dream. he asked, "are you listening?"

frantically trying to separate reality and dreams from each other, you blurted, "um... yep!" despite the both of you knowing that you were lying, scaramouche knew how to get back at you.

"repeat back what i just said."

ok, mr. cyrus.... math equation. formulas? something with quadratics and the moment scaramouche's soothing voice started to say "x", you were in snoozing land. again, without thinking it through, you replied quickly with "a math equation!"

he chuckled, either at you or at himself, "okay, if you pay attention this time, i'll buy you boba."

he said the magic word, "boba." as if your mind activated your thinking gears, getting free boba plus scaramouche paying equals to boba date with scaramouche. "yes, sir! anything you want me to heed your orders, sir." you joked as scaramouche rolled his eyes.

"alright, solider, it's time to listen."

"yes sir!"

THOMA: making your partner their favorite meal.

it was a long day after you and your boyfriend had finished your finals

but history with ms xianyun was terrible not to mention your partners for the class sucked just as equally

itto kept being off task and xiangling was occupied writing other things

and xianyun grades brutally

thoma opened the door of your shared apartment as you were complaining about your recent final in ms xianyun's class.“im so glad that she curves her tests. if she didn’t, i’d be over.” walking to the couch, immediately, you slumped into it, digging your face into the pillow.

thoma patted your legs, in which you moved them aside and making room for your boyfriend, sitting upright. thoma glanced at you, noticing your sour mood and knowing you well enough to know you need the meal to make you feel better. "thomaa." dragging out the syllables of his name. "it's so joever for me."

he tried to comfort you, "if you email ms xianyun about the group, i think it would just decrease their grades."

"you're right...." you looked at his face as it's making the "aren't i always." "okay, thoma."

he chuckled, “would it make you feel better if i made [fav food]?” your eyes lit up in an instant, following thoma into the kitchen

[ju1cyfru1t]

the hourglass ⏳ (rise! leo x reader)

prologue

pt.1

rottmnt x reader (Leo centered)

gn reader, platonic???, arguing, leo being stupid 🤞

takes place in the turtles finding mystic metal era 🤭

Today had just not been your day at all. From the moment you woke up, everything was going wrong.

You woke up late because you had stayed up last night to study for a math test, April was sick so you were alone in most of your classes, and you had so much homework to do tonight. You know when you’re having a bad day and all the little things just seem to add up? It was one of those situations.

Now you’re walking home through the busy, noisy New York streets, absolutely exhausted but you knew you weren’t going to get to rest anytime soon.

That’s when it caught your eye in the window of an old, run down antique shop; an hourglass filled with pink sand a golden frame. It had a glow to it, willing you to go into the shop and look at it. There was just something about it…

You picked it up and observed every detail, turning it over. That’s when you saw the small piece of mystic metal wedged into the base. You knew you couldn’t just rip it out or you would damage it. Ugh.

You whipped out your phone, listening to it ring a few times.

“You’ve got Donatello.”

“Hey, Donnie,” you looked around to make sure you were alone except for the small old woman behind the counter but she was deep into a magazine, “listen, I’m at this crusty antique shop and I think I found a piece of mystic metal.”

“Perfect! Great!...What’s the catch?”

“Uh…Well, it’s wedged into the bottom of this hourglass.” You sighed.

“Hourglass?...Hm, just bring it by and I will extract it.”

“What? But I’d have to buy it and it’s…” You searched for a price tag, “Oh my god, it’s 20 dollars!”

Donnie laughed on the other side of the phone, “Don’t even worry about it! I’ll reimburse you…Maybe.”

Oh, the things you do for them. You thought for a second and took a deep breath, “Ok, fine. But you owe me…See you soon.”

The old woman set down her magazine as you placed the hourglass on the counter and digged through your wallet, praying you had enough to buy it.

“Alluring, isn’t it?” She smiled at you with a wink. You had a bad feeling about this.

“Oh, yeah…Haha.” You laughed awkwardly.

You looked very awkward as you carried your newly-owned, oversized hourglass down the sidewalk and you were definitely getting some weird looks. Hey, it’s New York City, right? Surely, they’ve seen weirder things anyway. I mean, you certainly have.

The worst part of visiting your mutant friends is having to crawl down into the sewer and hoping to god no one saw you. But…I guess if it would help them then it’s fine. They definitely owe you though.

You didn’t even bother to knock and just let yourself into their underground lair, which both you and them were used to by now. You looked around, but you didn’t see any of them around. Alright, guess you’ll just head up to Donnie’s lab and see if he’s there. Honestly, you just wanted to get this over with and go home. You loved visiting them, of course, but you were undeniably overwhelmed and not in a good mood at all.

“Whatcha got there?” You jumped and swiftly turned to face Leonardo who had a curious expression.

You sighed in relief, “It’s just you.”

“What is that?” He snatched the hourglass from your hands.

“Hey!” You reached to grab it back, but he moved it out of your reach, “Be careful, Leo. That’s not a toy!”

Leo smirked at you, raising an eyebrow (that he doesn’t have but you know what I mean), “Uh huh, I’m very careful, trust me.” He tossed the hourglass from hand to hand, observing it like you had in the shop.

“I’m serious, Leo, it’s fragile. Just give it back, ok? it’s got a shard of that metal you guys need in it and I need to give it to Donnie.” You groaned in annoyance.

“Come on, lighten up!” Leo scoffed, “What’s got you in such a bad mood?”

“Sorry,” you breathed out, “I just…Had a rough day at school.”

There was silence for a moment before Leo burst out laughing, “Seriously? School? Rough? Yeah, ok.”

“What?” You narrowed you eyes at him, confused. What the hell was he laughing at?

“I’m just saying…What’s so rough about it? You go to school, you learn or whatever, you go home. Seems pretty easy if you ask.” Leo snickered.

Now it was your turn to scoff, “And how would you know, Leon? It’s so much more than that. I mean, it’s so socially draining! All the work at school, and then the homework when you get home. It is hard. I don’t get to just relax all day like you. And put down the damn hourglass before you break it!”

“Woah, woah, woah! Protecting the city don’t just happen on it’s own, you know. I train super hard, I wouldn’t have time for pointless schoolwork. I just don’t see what’s so important about it. You act like school is all that matters to you” Leo’s smug smile faded and he shrugged, still carelessly playing with the hourglass.

“It’s not that easy! I have to care. I mean…God, you couldn’t walk a day in my shoes.”

“Oh, yeah? I’d love to see you walk a mile as a hero.” Leo challenged, smirking.

“If you knew what I go through and how hellishly unfair it is for you to even say that! Put that down!” You grabbed the other handle of the hourglass, trying to yank it away only for Leo to yank right back and leaving you in a tug-of-war.

“Puh-lease! I’d love to be in school all day without a care in the world besides some homework!” Leo’s smile turned into an annoyed, offended look.

“If you only saw the world my way for one day.” You laughed in disbelief at his dismissive, arrogant attitude, “Let go!” You pulled harder at your side of the hourglass, closing your eyes tightly.

A bright pink light filled the room and there was a buzzing sound, but you both were too angry to pay much mind before it faded away.

The hourglass hit the floor, but the glass didn’t shatter. The only part that broke was the small shard of glowing mystic metal, it fell out onto the floor with a small clink.

“Look what you did! I swear you act like such a child!” You groaned, looking back up and seeing…yourself?

“Oh, really, Y/N? I’m a…” Leo looked up and saw…himself?

You both rubbed your eyes and looked back up, blinking a few times, but you were seeing correctly. Whether you believed it or not, you had switched bodies and were staring back at yourselves.

“WHAT THE FU-”

[captainamericasmotercycle]

hey oml, I love your writing so so much, could I req a sirius black friends to lovers fic please? it's fine if you can't do that though no pressuree

in between

there’s holy ground beneath them

pairing: sirius black x reader

warnings: none (mentions of reading having glasses?)

wc: 700

a/n: thank you so much for the support! this is my first time writing for sirius so i hope you enjoy!!

You got up from your place at the table, saying goodbye to your friends, “Alright, I will see you all after potions, pray that Slughorn goes easy on us today,” you gently laughed.

Your friends waved goodbye to you as you left the Great Hall and Sirius rested his head on his hand and sighed, watching you leave with a love-struck smile.

“When are you going to ask her out, mate?” James asked, digging his fork into the breakfast on his plate.

Sirius snapped out of his trance and shot his gaze to James, “What?”

“When are you going to ask her out?”

“Never,”

Lily looked over, “What do you mean, never?”

“I mean never. I’m not good at that kind of stuff,”

“Sirius you’ve literally been pining over her for a year now,”

“Oh believe me, I know,” James rolls his eyes, “The whole summer he check the mailbox for letter from her, and wouldn’t take more than 2 seconds to respond,”

“That’s not true,”

“Yes, it is,”

“No, it’s not,”

“Yes, it is, Sirius, so just ask her out,”

“What if she says no?”

Lily piped in again, “She won’t say no,”

“Alright, I’ll think about it.”

And he did think about it, in transfiguration, in potions, at lunch, in defense against the dark arts, in herbology, and at dinner.

He had seen you multiple times throughout the day but never worked up the courage to talk about anything except for classes.

It wasn’t until he caught you alone in the common room, doing homework, that he felt confident enough to talk to you.

He sat on the couch across from you and watched as you scribbled on your parchment. He admired the way your hand moved and the way your glasses slid down your nose.

You finished up your assignment and looked to him, “It’s late, what are you doing down here?”

“Just wanted to see you,” there’s his confidence.

You felt yourself get more shy, and smiled at him. He laughed softly at your smile, it was the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“Well, I’m glad that you came down,”

“Me too,” you sat in a comfortable silence for a couple of seconds, “By the way, there’s something I have to ask you.”

Okay, Sirius you can do this, he told himself. It’s just her, you’ve been friends since you were 12, it’s okay, just ask.

“Would you want to go grab a butterbeer sometime,”

“Oh, sure, I think the group made plans to go down there Friday and grab some, so it’s funny you asked,”

Is this a joke? Were you joking with him, or did you actually not understand. Did he mess up? Maybe this is your way of saying no?

“No, I mean, you and me, just us. Not the rest of our friends,”

Oh.

Oh.

“Oh, like a date?”

“Yes,” he held his breath, waiting for your response.

“You want to go on a date with me?”

“Yes?”

“Why? This isn’t just some thing to get me to hookup with you?”

“What? No. I like you, I really, really like you,”

“Why?”

There was no way you were asking him this right now. How could you not know?

“Because you’re the most beautiful and smart person I’ve ever seen in my entire life and I think I’ll go crazy if you don’t go with me to Hogsmeade,”

“I don’t want this to turn into another one of your hookups,”

Ok fair.

“Please listen to me, it won’t, I really like you, and I’m not just trying to make this into something I know won’t last. I want you.”

You smiled at him. “Of course, I’ll go out with you Sirius.

You gathered up all your things to head out, you walked over to Sirius and placed a light, chaste kiss to his cheek, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Sirius.”

He watched as you walked upstairs to your dorm. Oh, Merlin, he just scored a date with you.

[graciegoeskrazy]

undo

matty healy + teen!daughter!reader

warnings: teenage pregnancy, yelling, mentions of absent mother, lmk

a/n: it’s not how i wanted it to be but I’ve been holding onto it for too long so im sorry to the anon who requested if it didn’t live up to your expectations. ok lave uo bai.

The thought has been intruding on your train of thought for the past week and a half. Your period was about a week late now which wasn't unusual. You’re a young woman with a growing body - it happens every once in a while. But that paired with the other unusual symptoms and the fact you had an interesting night about a month ago led to the quiet panicking voices inside your head.

It was simple as you were bored, you called up an old friend, he had ulterior motives, and you had no objection to it. It was a fun night in the end, and no hint of regret showed itself, until now.

You knew you needed to talk to your dad. You knew you needed his help. Usually, things like this weren't a big deal for the two of you. He gave you the talk and every single time you groaned and complained about your period he helped you through all of it, not once showing any hint of discomfort. I guess that’s what happens when you grow up with a single dad and no female mother figure. This was different. This was unpredictable.

You planned to tell him as soon as you got home. Or at least that was the plan. That plan was thrown out the window when you opened the door and were greeted with George’s voice

“I’m home!” You said. The dogs came to welcome you home immediately, as they always did.

“Kitchen!” George said. You mentally cursed yourself.

The two of you talked about your day, his day, and other stupid things to pass the time. Meanwhile Matty watched from the other corner of the table. He noticed something was off. You looked and sounded normal, but there was something that didn't belong. You seemed on edge to him, as if you were waiting for something to happen. No matter how hard you try to hide something, you can’t hide it from your dad. “You alright, Love?” He asked, taking a sip from his drink.

“Yeah, fine.” You said, taking a breath, finally meeting his eyes. He was wearing his usual white shirt and dress pants. However, his hair was a mess and he had this look in his eye. One that you knew all too well. He knew something was up.

By now, George caught wind of your act.“Are you sure? You look pale almost.” He reached a hand up to touch your cheek. You moved his hand away and smiled. “I’m fine George. I swear.”

He sighed and took a sip of his drink. “Alright.”

“I’m gonna go start homework.” You said, turning away and heading upstairs.

Matty followed you with his eyes. “Ok…dinner in 20.” You looked back and gave a slight smile.

Once they heard a slam of your door they were quiet. That was until George said, “That’s suspicious.”

Matty agreed, “I’ll go investigate in a bit. For now, just let her be.”

…

You put your backpack down and immediately ran to your bathroom. This was the 3rd time you threw up today. It could be just nausea. It could be the fact that virus’s are going around or that your period had been acting up or whatever. Or at least that’s what you’ve been telling yourself.

The thoughts of you have to do it, you have to tell him, you’ll have to do it eventually, all swelled in your head and led to anadreline rush of some sort. Whatever it was, it gave you enough energy and courage to go downstairs and face him.

You feet were working your faster than your brain could. By the time it caught up you had planted your feet in front of your dad, looking at him expectantly.

He had a drink in his hand, waiting. He took another sip then, “You alright there?”

You swallowed. “I have to tell you something.”

His eyebrow quirked. “Okayyyy…what is it?”

You sighed. “I’m…” As you were about to say it, you met his eyes which halted your movements. “Really excited for dinner.”

He chuckled. “That’s it?”

“Yep.” You said, popping the ���p’

“Bye.” You turned around and headed for the stairs bt your dad lightly grabbed your arm, pulling you back.

“Woah, woah, hold on. What’s going on?” He asked, genuine concern painted on his face.

“Nothing.” You said.

He laughed, “So that’s a lie.” He put his drink down to give his full attention to you. “What’s going on, baby?”

At the touch of his gentle hand on your arm and his soothing voice, one you;\’ve grown accustomed to for years, a dam you never realized you;ve been holding in broke. “I don’t know how to say it.”

He shushed you, soothingly, “Just say it.”

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

You finally turned your gaze to him. “Because I don't want you to hate me.”

He went to hug you, but you pushed him away. “Tell me what’s happened. You're scaring me.”

You tried to catch your breath but it was no use. Eventually you just gave in. “I’m pregnant!” You shouted.

“You’re what?” he asked, his tone growing serious.

You took your time but your eyes slowy met his. Once you looked up you also saw george peeking hsi head out from the kitchen.

“Pregnant.” You repeated. “Or I think I might be. I don’t know?” Your breathing started to get heavy again. “I don't know what���s going on. All I know is that I’m scared and I don't know what to do.”

You expected him to reply. To ethier scream or soothe you, but he stood still. It just sent your nervousness over the edge. “Someone say something, or do something for crying out loud!”

He swallowed. “What do you mean you think?” He asked hesitantly.

“I’ve been throwing up throughout the day for the last week. I’ve been having awful cramps. I’ve been bloated, I…”

“Jesus.”

“My period is over a week late now.”

“Y/n Healy!” And here it was, the reaction you dreaded and expected.

“I got carried away! You were out on tour, and I was alone and-”

“Do not pin this on me, young lady.”

“I’m not! I’m just explaining myself-”

He started to get really red. “You’re 16 y/n! You can’t just run around having sex with the first person you see!”

“Oh, and what a good example you’ve shown me.”

He had enough. “Upstairs. Now.”

You turned on your heels, and went straight up to your room, doing your best to keep everything in until you got upstairs.

…

Your dad was about 18 when your mom got pregent and they had you. She went back and forth for awhile, but eventually decided to leave the day you were born, saying it was for the best and blah blah blah. He promised t give you the best he could, and for the most part he did. Maybe you could do the same?

Your thoughts wer cut short by the knocking on your door. It had been about an hour since the ‘incident’ downstairs. “Baby?” His tone was soft. “George got a test for you.”

You stood still. You’re cries continued, as they did for the past hour.

“Tell me what happened.” He said. He held no anger or demand in his voice. Just concern.

You sat there, took a breath and sat on the other side of your door while u spoke. Matty mirrored you from the outside. “I just got carried away one day. I met up with an old friend and-“ You trailed off, hoping he would get the point without having you go into detail. “I messed up Dad.”

He sighed as you continued to sob on the other side. “It’ll be okay.”

Your emotions were nearing a full 10 right now. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry. Please don’t hate me.”

He turned so he was facing the door. Hoping you would open it as soon as he spoke “I don’t hate you. I could never hate you.” He sounded casual. “It’s gonna be okay-“

“You don’t know that!”

“I do! I was 17 when I became a dad. And we didn’t turn out too bad, right?” He smiled.

You buried you head in your hands. “God, I’m such a slut.”

“Hey! You are not a slut. You’re just…human.” You laughed. He was happy he was able to make you giggle, even if he couldn’t see it and it only lasted a millisecond. “Take the test. Whatever it says, we’ll figure it out.”

You stood up to open the door. “Don’t come in. I mean, can you just slide it though?”

He leaned his head on the door frame. “Whatever you need my dear.” Slowly, the door opened. You reached your hand out and he put the box in your hands. Once you closed the door he spoke. “Take your time, I’ll be right here.”

…

Those ten minutes seemed to be the longest of your life. 2 of them consisted of sitting on the toilet and staring at it. Not the test - the test in the wrapper. Some shock of adrenaline (most likely just your need to pee) pushed you to rip it open and place it in between your legs without giving it another thought. You cleaned yourself off and placed it facedown on the counter and set a timer.

You paced and paced and paced. You thought maybe you should go to your dad. What you two talk about for those 5 minutes? What happened? No you can’t talk about those details with your dad. You two were as close as can be but even some things needed to stay sacred. You thought about him. The ‘father’ of the baby you weren’t sure existed or not. He went to another school across town, a mutual friend. He was a year or two older. It didn’t matter though. All the consequences, every single move you made in the past couple weeks, were about you. He could do whatever the hell he wanted. He could be a father or not. It didn’t matter. It was you the consequences fell back on. you. And you were paying for them now.

The timer rang and you grabbed the test without a second thought.

You sobbed.

It was negative. If anything you should be cheering. Screaming. from the rooftops that your life was nowhere near over and you were t getting yourself into a whirlwind of trouble and physical and mental pain. But you cried.

You opened the door. Your dad stoped his movements and looked at you expectantly. He was pacing too just moments before.

“It’s Negative.” You said.

He sighed a breath a relief and hugged you. You continued to sob into him. “Why are you crying?” he whispered.

You muffled into his chest. “Because I didn’t want to let you down.”

He looked at you. “You could never, my love.”

[boredw69]

Only In His Office Ch. 1 Negan X Reader

Y/n is 19 year old Senior in high school who is particularly quiet but that's only because she always takes the time to write in her notebook filled with.. thoughts about someone imparticular, but its not who you expect it to be…

◇There is a age gap in this book so if you are not ok with that or if it makes you uncomfortable then you do not have to read, it's your choice.◇

Warnings: Sexual themes, Cursing, Age Gap, (bad writing.. :L )

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Chapter One.

Word count: 1596

I pressed the dark tip of my pencil into my notebook writing as fast as I could trying to remember any detail that I had stowed away in my brain of someone whom I not speak of to anyone but myself.

He was the only man that had ever made me feel things; things I had only felt when I was alone in my room... Just me and my thoughts, but one day he came along and all the other things... I was using for pleasure were replaced by the thought of him towering over me, his hand firmly gripping my neck as I turn a light shade of pink. I longed for his taste, his presence was even enough to have me ache.

I would get on my knees anytime of the day for this man.

The way I thought about him made it seem like I could just talk to him, as if I had been close to him for my whole life, but no, it is not as simple as you think. So for that reason I choose to keep to me and my notebook where I write all of my.. thoughts about him.

The loud bell struck me out of my thoughts and I began to get up snatching my jacket and notebook on the way. I shuffed as fast as I could down the hall and through the double door room.

My shoes squeaked on the gym floor calling the attention to the coach across the way.

"Early again?" He asked with his sarcastically cheerful voice.

A question he always asked ever since he noticed my excitement to be in his class, and something I would always respond with a shy nod. It wasn't my choice to be shy but when I was around him what more could I say?

I threw my things into the bleachers where everyone is ordered to do and took my spot on the floor begining to stretch.

Hello's flooded the room as more Students came in .

"Alrighty, Lets get this stupid roll call over. Jace?" he shouted.

"Here" I heard from across the gym.

I began stretching, my mind wondering as I did so. My eyes fell to his legs, and as I slowly came up from my stretch I continued up past his thighs.. his groin, and his toned stomach.

'Fuck..' I murmured playing it off as I had stretched a sore muscle.

"Y/n?"

I jerked my head up looking at coach who seemed disappointed.

I cleared my throat, "here, sorry!"

He raised an eyebrow, "Next time keep your damn ears open."

Even when he was mad I stayed attracted to him, in fact it only made the thought of him pressing me against the wall harshly with pure lust more prominent. The things he could do when he was angry were unthinkable...

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"I want you to sweat your balls off!" He shouted.

I thrusted my legs forward going as fast as I could. Not only for Coach but for my dad... he has been wanting me to join some sort of sport and that requires me to be good in gym so I did exactly that.

"Alright- the bell is going to ring in a few minutes, keep running until it rings! I dont care if you'll be late to class!"

I continued running, the sweat forming in every area it could. I was going to smell foul, but luckily after 2 years of being in his gym class I know to store away deodorant and perfume in my locker.

The bell rang once again and everyone rushed for the bleachers grabbing their things. I shoved through the crowd and managed to hook my jacket on my finger before throwing it over my shoulder and hurrying to my locker.

I put on something that would hide my smell and walked through some perfume before putting on my jacket and speeding down the almost empty hall.

As I jogged to history class it felt like something was missing...

Did we have history homework? It cant be my history book, it's in class as always... wait.

"Shit" I whisper yell.

I ran back down the hall and turned a corner going through the lockers and into the gym where I stood halt.

Chills ran up my spine and goosebumps traveled across my body... what was standing in front of me was of my worst nightmares.

He looked up from my book with a astonished look.

Maybe he didn't read it, maybe he just glanced at it... maybe..

"I-" I couldn't even get words to come out, only small whimpers.

This is so bad.. What the hell do i do now.?

"Follow me for a moment Miss. L/N" He stated.

This was the most serious I'd ever heard him.

This cannot be happening...

"B-but I need to get to cl-"

He looked up and me shutting my book tightly and bringing it to his side, "Now please.

Shit! No...

I followed him as he walked, he was alot scarier than I thought he would be, but then again I always thought of what he was like during sex instead of real life situations like this... I never thought that he would find my vulgar description of him like this, once again I foreseen it in less of a real situation.

I was an idiot for bringing it to school, it should have stayed in my closet where it belongs.

Negan shut the door and locked it.

"I-... I'm sorry.." tears began to form in my eyes, I was probably going to get expelled and my parents would find out and the whole school would know that I'm a perverted freak.

"Don't be sweetheart. Although I never seen you as such a dirty freak I knew there was something up with you, I mean common your so goddamn quiet." He trailed on, "but I didn't expect this-" he waved my book around before placing it on his desk.

"I- I can explain.."

"No need, I'm honestly flattered" he chuckled taking a seat in his plush office chair.

My eyes grew wide and I frantically searched his face for something other than seriousness.

Flattered? How, Why??

He leaned back, "Com'on, dont tell me you've never read them back. This shit right here-" he tapped his finger on my notebook, "is damn good!".

My eyebrows furrowed now looking down to his feet unsure of what to say.

"So.. Quiet.." He trailed on running his tongue across his teeth.

I shivered as his voice deepened. I was flattered to know my writing was exceptional.. and if I wasn't delusional I'd think he was flirting with me right now.

He picked up the book and opened up to a random page; glancing up to me he began to read.

I held my breath, "Please,.. Don't. I'm sorry I'll throw it away.. It won't ever happen again." I reached for the book but he pulled back holding it to his chest.

"Ah, ah ah." He Tsked.

I swallowed a lump in my throat and stepped back watching him slowly pull the book back down to read again.

"This is some freaky shit." He spat with a immodest tone. "I mean if I didn't know any better I'd think this belonged to a fucking psycho." He chuckled.

"Are you a psycho Miss L/N?" he asked leaning forward his elbows now resting on his desk book still in hand.

I stared blankly, my mouth agape unable to speak.

He tilted his head and set the book down now rising from his seat. He strolled around the desk and stood in front of me.

"I won't ask again.." He trailed on, his voice deeper and more demanding.

I could feel my heart physically racing, and my hand began to shake.

"no.. Sir." I mumbled formally.

He looked down on me towering over me by at least 8 inches. He leaned down closer to my ear. "I'm sorry, I couldn't quite hear that."

I could feel his breath on my neck. My legs felt weak, and I was aware of every little thing happening around me.

"No." I spoke up.

I dared to look up; catching him as he came up from my ear with a smirk.

The door rattled with a knock and my heart sank.

He rolled his eyes now taking a firm grip on my shoulder slowly moving me just behind the door. He lifted a finger to his lips before opening the door to cover me.

"Have you seen Miss. Y/n L/n? This was her last class and she hasn't came into Mrs. Jaco's class yet"

He cleared his throat, "She had left her book in gym class, I was expecting her to come retrieve it but she hasn't, so no, I haven't seen her".

"Hmm. That just doesn't seem like her, ya know?"

"Yea, let me know if you find her so I can give her this book of hers"

"Oh I can take it to her so its easier." The woman sounded cheery.

I could feel his panic from here. She had stepped slightly into the office but before anything he moved to close the door a bit with a awkward chuckle.

"No, it's fine I know her Dad, I'll just give it to him" he replied.

He knows my dad?!

"Oh, alright then. I will be sure to send her down when I find her then" the woman said cheerfully before I heard her heels clacking down the hall.

The door shut and silence filled the room.

[animekpopsimp]

Just in Time (Mike Schmidt x sister reader)

The house was quiet, both Abby and you were in your room, ignoring your aunt Jane all together.ike had left in a panic, so you had decided to distract yourself with homework. Your bedroom door was cracked open, giving you a view of the hallway. Suddenly, you heard the sound of a soft thud, as if something was hitting the ground. Confused, you placed your homework down and stood up from the bed. Slowly, you made your way over to your bedroom door, hesitantly reaching out to grab the doorknob. As you did so, a mysterious voice reached your ears.

"(Y/N)" it spoke, sending a shiver down your spine. You finally gathered the courage to open your bedroom door, as you did so, you peaked out, seeing Abby standing near her room. You fully stepped outside, leaving the door cracked as you walked over to your younger sister.

"Abby?" You asked, oddly enough, she didn't respond and walked past you, toward the living room. Confused, you followed her until the two of you were standing in view of the living room. Your eyes went wide in horror when you noticed your aunt laying motionless on the floor in front of where she had been sitting before. One of the animatronics from Freddy's was standing in front of the front door, eyes glowing ominously. Instinctively, you grabbed Abby's arm, trying to pull her back. However, she smiled, seemingly not scared at all.

"Abby, don't go near that thing" you warned her, still staring at the animatronic that towered over the two of you menacingly.

"He wants us to come with him" Abby told you, an innocent smile on her face as she looked up at you. Your eyes flickered over to the bear, then back to your sister. She began to tug on your arm, and stupidly, you went along with her.

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When the two of you arrived at the Pizzeria, the bad feeling that had started to bubble up in the pit of your stomach got worse, way worse. Staring up at the building, you regretted following your sister here. Abby pulled you toward the run down building. Inside, the animatronics were waiting for the two of you. Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica were on stage, their eyes looking at the two of you as soon as you stepped foot into the pizzeria.

"Alright, we can say hi, but he should head home after, Mike won't be happy that we left" you looked down at your sister. Abby still had a smile on her face as she let go of your hand and ran up to the stage. Without any fear or hesitation she went over to the four main characters. They acknowledged her with more emotions than you could have ever expected from robots. It only reminded you of the fact that they were possessed by children. You gathered your courage and approached the stage, but you didn't dare get any closer. Your eyes didn't leave them as Abby Interacted with the animatronics as if there wasn't anything bizarre about the whole situation. You were wondering where Mike was. He was supposed to be here working, so why wasn't he running out to scold the two of you. You were suddenly snapped out of your thoughts when you saw Chica stepping off of the stage, Abby walking next to you.

Panicking you followed them, hoping there would be an opportunity to get Abby away from the animatronics and back home where it would be safe. Chica led the two of you to what appeared to be a storage room with two dangerous looking suits sitting inside. The parts looked dangerous, which only made you more worried. You gently grabbed Abby by the arm once more and tried to lead her out of there, but Chica wouldn't let you. She stepped in front of you as the door was slammed shut. At this point, Abby was getting scared.

"What's happening?" She asked, hiding behind you, you could feel your heart starting to race as you kept your eyes on the animatronic in front of you.

"Just stay behind me, everything's gonna be ok" you reassured her. Though you doubted your own words, you couldn't let Abby know that. Chica stared at you, eyes glowing in the dark room, you could feel your body shaking in fear, but you stood your ground. With heavy, booming footsteps, Chica approached the two of you until she was close enough to grab you. Thinking quickly, you pushed Abby out of the way, immediately after, Chica grabbed onto you and lifted you into the air as if you weighed nothing. With a bruising grip, she brought you over to one of the suits. Your eyes went wide as you began kicking and screaming.

Abby screamed your name as you tried your best to escape, terrified of what the animatronic was going to do to you. Suddenly, the door was slammed open, the sound echoing off of the wall loudly.

"Let go of her!" You heard your brother's voice shout, causing Chica to let go of you and turn to face him. You fell to the ground with a thud as Abby ran over to you with tears in her eyes. You wrapped your arm around her as you tried your best to calm down. Your heart felt as if it was going to beat right out of your chest. Mike aimed a taser at Chica, hitting his target. The electricity caused the animatronic to fall to the floor, stunned. As soon as she did, Mike ran over to the both of you, pulling you into a hug. You cried into his shoulder as he helped you up.

[sugarsfics]

Worst Fear

Summary: Your worst fear comes true public speaking. But no need to worry Eddie is here to save the day. 

Trope: Eddie x introvert!girlfriend 

A/N: These is for all of my girlies you needed an Eddie back in school 

Warnings: Use of Y/N, cussing, being picked on, kissing, Eddie being the best boyfriend, bad family dynamic. 

Word count: 1.2k 

You woke up with a bubbly stomach. Oh no, today you must present in class in front of the students. Your worst fear, public speaking. You got ready while reading your project in the hope of remembering some part of it, so you don’t look at the paper a lot. You always get docked points for not having eye contact, it was hard because every time you looked into someone's eyes you stuttered. God your stuttering problem was the worst it has gotten better over the years but still bad. When you were little, you used to stutter out every other word, now after many speech therapists, you only stutter when you are overly excited about something, say something too fast, or are nervous, in your books this was progress. You eat breakfast quietly as normal your brother was talkative enough for the both of you, he was the star of the family he was the “perfect” one because he plays sports and was outgoing. Your shyness definitely was your family’s fault, they overlooked you and talked over you. You never felt important till you met Eddie. He made you feel like the only girl in the world. When he talked with you, he talked at you he listens, gave feedback, those beautiful brown eyes hangs on to every word. Whenever you got excited and stuttered your family would shut you down and tell you Relax or just talk normal but Eddie watched you with love in his eyes he would let you finish then talk he was everything you could ask for. Beep Beep music to your ears Eddies horn, your brother rolled his eyes because he was in the middle of his story that he told 1000 times, but your family hung on to every word. “Bye” you mumbled your parents just waved you off. This was going to be a long day. 

Eddie knew that it was going to be a bad day for you. You have been stressing out all month, today you had to present a project. You hate public speaking; your shyness gets the best of you and the students of Hawkins high are the worst, they laugh and make fun of every mistake you make. But not today Eddie wasn’t going to let that happen. He saw you come out with fear in your eyes it had already started. “Hi my princess how was your sleep ”he cooed in hopes to keep you out of your head, but you were too far gone. “Hey” you mumbled as you stared off in space lips moving but no words coming out you were reciting your speech. He watched you in worry this was going to be a long day. 

“Why don’t you practice on me” “What” you said confusing “Practice your presentation with me I will say mine then you will say yours” he smirked “You did your speech?” “Well, no but I can tell you what I would have said” “Eddie you need to do your homework you are going to graduate with me and-” he got you your mind moved on. He got out the car mid of your rant and opened your door “Thank you and you need to work on your math too because I know you didn’t do it” “Nope I did not” “Let go then” he planned work you and talking to him and are not worried about the project. It was going great …. for 5 seconds “Hey Eddie, Y/N you ready for the presentation that shit is going to kick my-” Gareth said. Eddie hit Gareth’s arm “Ow what was that for” You froze shit you have you look at the clock 10 minutes. “I been trying to get her mind off of it” “Shit sorry” Eddie looked back at you great back to square one. “Sweetheart no need you worry I will be there” tears filled your eyes “But what if I mess up” you said worriedly “Hey” he wiped your eyes “Don’t think like that you are going to do great ok if you get scared looked at me ok” you nodded and held Eddie until the bell rang, here we go.  

“Alright class today we are going to do something different instead of volunteering to go up I'm going to pick name” every introvert's worst fear. “Ok first is” Your heart is pounding in your chest praying to any god out there please not me please “Y/N L/N you are first” Eddie looked at you in worry, he gave you a reassuring nod and mouth you got this. You slowly stood up and you felt everyone's eyes on you. You gulp “H-Hi” no stop stuttering ....THUNK everyone laughed Eddie prosperously fell out of his chair when you made eye contact with him, he winked. He was taking to embarrassment off you to him “Mr. Munson in your seat please” “Yep got it” he got up and mouth just breath. You took a deep breath. “My- my project is o-on Th-The-” “Sp-sp-SPIT out already” Andy yelled that had the class roaring in laughter suddenly a  spit ball landed on Andy cheek, only you saw Eddie hiding the straw or you thought “Mr. Munson one more thing out of you and you are out of here” he couldn’t leave you so unfortunately, he must protect you in peace. Tear welled your eyes as you finished your presentation “Thank you miss L/N next we have.... Mr. Munson” He got up and tripped on the way up to the front “Ok so my project is on nothing because I didn’t do it” he teased as he look at the teacher “Go sit” “Yep” “Next is......”  

The bell rang and you ran out of class Eddie hot on your heels “Y/N wait please” he caught up to you and brought you into his chest “It’s ok I got you” you mumbled something but he couldn’t hear what you said. “Come on lets go somewhere private” he cover you has he went out the school doors to the bench in the word he put you on his lap “Ok let it out” you continue crying for 5 minutes then you died down “ You better” he soothed “Y-Yea” you hiccuped “Hey it wasn’t that bad yea you stutter at the beginning but after you took a breath a look at me everything was perfect” “But Andy-” “Andy is a fucking jerk out he gets off on making people feel bad the rate you're going soon you will be the boss of him” “How if I can’t even due a speech on a book I love how can I be the boss of anyone” you wailed “Ssh ok ssh” as he brought you into your chest “It's going to take some time to get you out of your shell, it took you a good two weeks to look at me and now look at you look at us we are in love” a smiled spread across your face love. Last week after your date Eddie climbed into your room and told you he loved you and you said it back because you did but was too scared to tell him. “How about we skip, go to Benny's pick you some burgers and milkshakes then my place for some movies” “I would really like that” he takes you off his lap and stands up “Then your chariot awaits my shy girl” you blushed there it is, he kissed you then you sneak into his van. It was a perfect way to end a horrible day with Eddie. 

[remuslupinsdaughter]

Molly Shelby

Chapter one

Ok so this is a fic from years ago that I’ve decided to sort of change up and develop, imagine Tommy Shelby had a daughter before he went to war, she’s around 12 now.

I have no idea where this is going but let’s find out where my silly little mind goes with it.

Molly hummed to herself as she brushed her hair, sitting cross legged in front of her mirror, she heard Polly shouting for her but she ignored it, “MOLLY MARTHA SHELBY IF I HAVE TO SHOUT ABOUT THIS HOUSE ONE MORE TIME” Polly yelled, Molly rolled her eyes and got up, running down the stairs and looking at her aunt Polly, “have you gone hard of hearing or are you stupid enough to ignore me?” She asked, Molly smirked and gave a small giggle, “sorry aunt pol I was brushing my hair takes a lot of concentration you know!” She said running off to the kitchen.

“Hi Frances!” Molly said and sat down at the table, “hi love can I get you anything?” Frances asked smiling lovingly at Molly, she’d cared for her since she was six years old and loved her as if she was her own, “could I get some tea? And some toast and jam?” Molly asked, Frances nodded and disappeared off to prepare it.

John and Arthur walked in the kitchen, “oh look who’s finally out of bed” John joked stealing a slice of her toast, “hey!” She shouted and went to hit him but Polly caught her hand, “how many times have we had this conversation, you don’t go starting fights you won’t win, especially physical ones, it’s not ladylike” she said sharply, Molly threw her hands up gesturing to John who was smirking and eating the toast he stole, “well it’s not very gentlemanly for him to steal a woman’s food!” Molly said, “you should know better than to think these idiots are anything near gentlemen” Polly said taking Mollys plate and handing it to Frances, “she’s right Mol’ were the fucking devil” John said and ran back out the kitchen before Polly could smack him upside the head.

Later that day Molly was sat in the living room at the desk doing some homework, Arthur was sat in the corner of the room with a drink, John entered, “fuckin’ hell you aren’t doing homework are you, you goodie two shoes” he teased throwing his cap on the desk, “shut up John” Polly said and Molly rolled her eyes and smiled carrying on with her homework.

The sound of a car caught Mollys attention making her look up, Tommy gave his coat to Frances and entered the living room, Molly smiled at him but he didn’t acknowledge her and instead walked straight to the whiskey and poured himself a drink, Molly sighed and rolled her eyes, carrying on with her homework.

Molly sighed frustratedly and crossed out yet another mistake, Tommy looked up from his whispered conversation with Arthur and John, “everything alright?” Tommy asked, Molly glared at him, “like you fucking care” she spat and slammed her book shut, storming out the room, Tommy got up to storm after her, “Tommy” Polly said as she watched him cross the room but her call fell on deaf ears, “Thomas” she said sharply making him stop, “what? I’m not letting my fucking daughter speak to me like that” he shouted loud enough so that Molly could hear him, “Thomas it’s two years since Graces funeral” she said, Tommy nodded, “I know” he said and left the room.

He opened the door to Mollys room, she was sat on the windowsill watching the rain, hugging her knees. She looked up at him as he walked in and went back to watching the rain, “do you know how to knock? I could’ve been changing you know” she mumbled, Tommy let out a chuckle and sat opposite her, “it’s been two years since Grace’s funeral, that what your shouting was about downstairs?” Tommy asked, his voice was stern but had a gentle tone. Molly nodded.

“Do you think she watches over us?” Molly asked, Tommy took a drag of his cigarette and looked at his daughter, she had his dark hair and piercing blue eyes, Molly avoided his intense gaze and played with her hands, “I hope she is, sometimes, I go to her grave after school and talk to her, tell her how Charles is, I told her about when he ran away from the nanny and was running around the house completely naked” Molly said letting out a small laugh as she talked, Tommy just watched and listened. “I miss her” Molly said sadly, “I know angel, I miss her too.” It was rare Tommy was ever vulnerable, almost impossible even, but the grief he shared with his daughter over Graces death bonded them closer than ever, Grace was like a mother to Molly.

“She’d be very proud of you” Tommy said, Molly gave a small smile, wiping tears away, “maybe we should visit her together” Molly said, Tommy nodded, “if that’s what you’d like” he said, Molly smiled, then scrunched her nose up, “now get out of my room you’re making it stink of tobacco” she said playfully pushing him.

[nitpickrider]

Hey. For a bit now I've followed but still sorta as an outsider to comics as a whole really, appreciating things from afar and stuff.

If it's alright to ask for comic recommendations. I wanna try getting real into comics proper and stuff and you're really the only comics guy I know so Hope it's ok.

2 sets of heroes have quickly caught my eye, The X-Men and Doom Patrol, I'm curious if you know any comic runs or even just individual issues or whatever that might be a good read for either for an interested outsider.

I am incredibly flattered and touched that you trust my ability to lead you on this path. Before I get to simply answering the question I'm gonna give you some pointers that will ease your path. Stuff I wish I knew when I started.

Continuity is NOT as big a deal as you have been told: The most important part of reading comics is to find one that looks interesting, and to read it. There is no homework, you don't need to "catch up" because it is physically impossible to read all the important story lines for a single CHARACTER much less a team or the universe in general. Any well written comic will fill you in with important stuff.

If you don't know what a character is talking about, that's not a failure, that's a fish hook: If there is some side information that comes up that you cannot contextualize, that's not a wall. Read past it in the moment and if it sounds interesting, you can just go back and read that. If another character crosses over into the book you're reading and they seem cool, maybe look into where they make more regular appearances (I can tell you that information as well). This missing information isn't a knowledge test, no one is quizzing you, it's trying to pull you deeper. Let it.

Your personal continuity will be "wrong", it is also the only thing that counts: No two comic fans have the same version of a character in their heads. Every character has contradicted themselves 8000 times. Whichever version of a character's origin, history and relationships YOU like is the one that is true and correct. This counts for other fans. If a story has a retcon, addition or moment that contradicts your personal continuity, you are encouraged to ignore it in its entirety.

NOW. For the actual help I am supposed to be providing. As far as the Doom Patrol is concerned there's only one answer to that question:

It's Grant Morrison's seminal 1987 run on the team. It STARTED as a relaunch of the Patrol as regular superhero fare and then veered HARD left into existential surrealism and the nature of identity. If your interest in the Doom Patrol comes from the popular live action series, this comic is where 99% of that series' concepts come from. It's 87 issues, long enough to get into a comfy groove but not a years long commitment.

On the OTHER HAND

Now the X-Men are...tricky. Because they're old, they're everywhere, and while there IS one run to start with, its also a huge commitment. But you asked for where to start so...

Start here.

Read ONLY the first issue of Giant Sized X Men (they're special issues published inconsistently, meaning each issue is years apart and promoting different things), it will introduce you to the most famous and iconic lineup of the team including favorites like Wolverine, Storm, Nightcrawler and Colossus (Other fan favorites like Kitty Pryde, Rogue and Gambit will be along eventually). Then after reading that single issue special you will go here.

Scroll up to issue #94 (don't worry about it, the previous era is fun but its a different animal and best left for a more experienced reader) You will be able to, on this site, read this comic from issue 94 straight through the end of the series run at #544. That will take you through the Clairemont era, the 90s, well into the modern story lines of the new millennium past events like Civil War and Secret Invasion. Now, do I actually EXPECT you to read 450 issues published across 36 years of real time? Boy I would be impressed if you did, but no. Realistically I expect you to drop off these books somewhere in the early 90s when Clairemont stops holding the reigns the way he did. But you can!

And, don't forget. This is not homework. If you have other X-Men you wanted to focus on, or there's a story line you're looking for, or even and especially if these books are just not jiving with you. I want you to do what you have just done. Either message me directly, or just send another ask, and trust me I will find you a comic you like if I have to submit myself to blood sacrifice. The Big 2 have been publishing comics consistently within their universes for 60 some odd years, I PROMISE the comic you want is hidden somewhere and I PROMISE I will help you find it. Once you start, my messages are open, I want you to tell me EVERYTHING. That is my payment. Any little thought you want to share, I want you to either blog it, or PM it to me directly. Welcome to the asylum, the door locked behind you.

[morgana-larkin]

Alright here’s ‘Cool Your Fire’ Part 6 it’s over 6k words and tons of shit happens in it. And prepare for the next part has smut in it! Not edited in the slightest and I hope like it!

Cool Your Fire - Part 6

Warnings: none

Words: 6.46k

You lay awake thinking about Marilyn and what she said to you. And while what she told you was upsetting, it also didn’t feel right, almost like she was hiding something. You want to find out what she’s hiding but you’re not great at finding things out. Then you remember that Wednesday is like a detective, she said she was looking into Marilyn and able to find things out just for fun. You’ll ask her to look into Marilyn tomorrow. And that’s just what you do when you’re alone with her in the dorm room.

“Hey Wednesday.” You say to her and she gives you a side glance before going back to whatever she was doing. “I need to ask a favour from you.” You tell her. “Well from the detective side of you.” You add and that catches her interest.

“What is it?”

“Marilyn is hiding something from me. And I need you to look into it.”

“Interesting, and what’s in it for me?” She asks you.

“Well I’ll stop mopping if I’m right.”

“I actually like your pain and suffering, it brings me comfort.” She says.

“Um, you’re welcome then?” You say and then think of something else to say. “Well you’ll get to question Marilyn and I won’t stop you.” You tell her and that seems to do the trick.

“Alright I’ll do it but I’ll need more information from you about what exactly I’m looking for.”

“Ok, well last night when you were taking a shower, I went over to her room to have a shower and we had a chat. It seems we were patching things up and me thinking that we might get back together but then she says ‘I’m new to the whole being around outcasts thing, and while I don’t want to kill any of you, I’m not sure how I feel about all of you, especially dating one.’” You tell Wednesday. “Something about that, the way she said it and the look I saw in her eyes tells me that she’s hiding something. And if it’s keeping her and I apart longer than I want to know what it is. Is that enough information?” You ask her and she nods.

“That is…odd. She has expressed many times how she feels about outcasts, and it’s always positive.” Wednesday deadpans.

“I know right. Well anyway, that’s what I wanted to ask you, to do some digging.” You tell her and she nods.

“I’ll let you know if I find anything.” She tells you and you nod and go do some homework. “I would have thought she would want you back since she was staring at you the entire night.”

“She was a chaperone, she’s supposed to be watching everyone.” You tell her from your bed, getting your homework out.

“Yes, and she didn’t, she only watched you. The eyes she had when watching you remind me of ones my dad gives my mom, it’s disgusting.” Wednesday tells you. “Is she still dating that guy she was with?” She suddenly asks and you have to admit you forgot all about him.

“As far as I know, why?”

“Wondering how I should phrase questions.”

“She can’t know that I got you to snoop.” You say sternly.

“Why don’t you want her to know?”

“Because, it’s embarrassing and she might not tell you anything if she knew.” You tell her and she sighs.

“Very well.” She tells you.

You end spending the day with Enid around Nevermore after you finish your homework. You guys are walking across the field, with you telling her about the conversation with Marilyn, leaving out the fact that you two dated of course.

“Wow, she really said she’d never date a normie?” Enid asks and you nod. “Well I guess it’s a good thing that you know now. You two only kissed a couple of times so it’s good it happened before you got too attached.” Enid says, trying to look at the positive. What she doesn’t know is that you already got too attached.

When you two got close to the lake, Ajax came and him and Enid went off to have a date, as they sorted things out at the dance. You sat down on the grass and were mindlessly looking out at the lake when Marilyn came and sat down next to you.

“Hey.” She tells you and you turn to look at her. “I know you wanted to go out again but I hope that we can at least still be friends.” She tells you and you think about it.

“We can still be friends but I do need some space. I can’t spend as much time with you as I used to. Like I won’t come help you after class and on weekends. I need to get over my feelings for you first.” You tell her and she nods.

“I understand. But don’t forget that I’ll be here if you ever need me, no matter what and no matter what time it is ok?” She tells you and you just look at her.

“Do you say this to all your students or just ones you’ve kissed?” You ask her and she smiles and shakes her head.

“Just you.”

“You know I have some time to help you with your plants right now.” You tell her and she looks at you confused.

“I thought you said you wanted to get over your feelings first?”

“I’ll start tomorrow, do you need help?” You tell her and she smiles at you.

“Sure.” She says and then you both get up and walk the short distance to the greenhouse.

She gets you to help trim some of them while she re-pots a couple and feeds them. A couple hours later and you’re sitting on her desk while watching her finish up the last plant.

“Alright I think that’s everything.” She says and takes her gloves off and goes to put them on her desk. “How long have you been sitting on my desk?” She asks.

“About 5 minutes.” You tell her with a smile.

“Well I have to say that you do look cute on it.” She tells you with a chuckle and she’s standing a couple feet apart from you.

“Are you positive about your feelings about outcasts? I thought you were happy when we went out for a couple of weeks.” You ask her, seeing if she’ll tell you the truth.

“I was happy with you, but there’s too many differences between us and it would just be easier to date another normie.” She tells you and you tilt your head.

“Someone like John?” You question and she nods.

“If it’s any consolation, you're a very beautiful, smart and brave young woman. Any woman would be lucky to be with you.” She tells you and takes a step forward, wanting to be as close to you as possible.

“I want you though.” You tell her, and you don’t know what changed but right after you say that, she kisses you. She puts both her hands behind your neck and you put your hands on her waist. You both stay making out for a few minutes while your hands start to roam on her upper body. You wrap your legs around her waist as you put your hands in her hair. She pulls back when a moan escapes you and looks at you shocked. She tries to back up but can’t with your legs around her.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” She tells you and you don’t move your legs.

“Well why did you?”

“I - I don’t know.” She tells you and you can tell she's lying.

“That’s a lie, you know exactly why. I think you still want me, Marilyn.” You tell her and unwrap your legs from around her and she backs up a bit.

“Ok, I do still like you but I don’t know how to feel about dating an outcast.” She says and you get down from her desk and walk a bit around her.

“What is so bad about being with an outcast? Ok so I can create and control fire, but I’m still a person.” You tell her and she’s speechless. “Why stop yourself from having what you want?” You ask her and before any of you can say anything, Wednesday interrupts.

“I believe I have the answer to that.” Wednesday says and you both turn and face the door, not hearing her open it. “I did as you asked and found out why she's lying to you.” She tells you and Marilyn looks at you. “I found this in her room.” She adds on and holds up an envelope.

“You asked her to spy on me and go through my stuff?” Marilyn asks you.

“No, I asked her to find out why you were lying to me. Big difference.” You say.

“Wednesday please give me that envelope and forget you saw it.” Marilyn tells Wednesday. Instead Wednesday gives the envelope to you and you pull out the pictures that’s inside it before Marilyn grabs it.

“What were those pictures?” You ask her.

“They’re nothing.” She tells you.

“They’re pictures of Marilyn at Nevermore. Engaging with students, there’s some of you two talking.” Wednesday answers your question. “And with it, a note.” Wednesday says and hands you the note. You open it up and read it.

“We’re keeping watch on you and the outcasts. Don’t get too close to them or we’ll take action, starting with your favourite student, Y/N Y/L/N.” You read aloud and then turn to Marilyn. “Who sent this to you?” You ask her and when she doesn’t answer you snatch the envelope back and look at the pictures. “Why didn’t you tell any of us that you were being threatened?” You ask her.

“They’re a powerful group of people that hate outcasts. They were connected with my family and helped me change my identity after everyone thought I drowned.” She tells you both. “I don’t want you to get in the middle of it, especially since they know who you are.” She adds and you look at her.

“So you didn’t want us to be together cause you were trying to protect me?” You ask and she nods. “You could have told me about this or even Ms. Weems.”

“Y/N, I don’t want to mess with them. They’re basically a mafia but they hate outcasts and they won’t hesitate to kill you to remind me that I should be hating outcasts as well.” She tells you.

“They may be powerful but I got fire on my side.” You tell her and create a fireball in your hand.

“Y/N, it’s best to not get on their bad side, I don’t want you dead.” She tells you and takes your hands in hers after you make the fireball disappear. “Please promise me that you won’t try anything.” She tells you and you look at her.

“Ok, I won’t try anything.” You say and she takes a breath of relief. “But I do want to be with you.” You tell her and she looks at you with fear.

“Y/N-”

“Hear me out, there’s no pictures of us kissing or holding hands and they referred to me as your student so they have no idea that we like each other. We were discreet enough that they haven’t found out.” You tell her. “We still can be.”

“Ok, but we have to be even more careful.” She tells you and you smile at her.

“I’m curious about something.” Wednesday pipes up and looks at Marilyn, and you both forgot she was there.

“And what’s that Wednesday?” Marilyn asks her.

“Why is this outcast hating gang still interested in you?” She asks her.

“Because of my family, they keep trying to get me to hate and kill outcasts, saying it’s my destiny and duty but I don’t want to.” Marilyn explains and then looks at you. “And I’m glad I chose not too.” She adds and you smile at her.

“Ok, I’m gonna go before I stick needles in my eyes, I’ll probably do that anyway.” Wednesday says and then leaves. You turn to the pictures and hold up one in particular.

“You know, this one will look great in a frame.” You say and show it to her. It’s a picture of you and her on the day Wednesday came and you walked up to Marilyn who was gardening, both of you were smiling at each other.

“It is a cute picture.” She tells you as she looks at it. “So do you want to go to my room, I really want to kiss you.” She says and you nod with a smile.

Once you both get to her room, you lock the door while she closes the drapes. When she turns around, she sees you sitting down on her couch and she goes to join you.

“I really like your new couch btw, it’s quite comfortable and cosy.” You tell her and she smiles and puts a piece of your hair behind your ear. You both lean in at the same time and kiss each other. You put your hands on her waist and she puts hers in your hair.

Just as the kiss was getting more heated, a knock at the door startles both of you. “Marilyn are you there?” The voice of Ms. Weems comes from behind the door.

“Ya, just a second.” Marilyn tells her and looks around the room. She runs to her bag and pulls out a textbook and some paper and grabs a pen for you. “Here, pretend to be doing homework.” She says and you do exactly that when Marilyn opens the door. “Hi.”

“Hey Marilyn, hope I’m not interrupting something.” Larissa says and then she sees you.

“Nope, Y/n needed help with homework so I’m just helping her.” Marilyn says and Larissa smiles.

“Hi Ms. Weems.” You tell her and she waves at you.

“Are you? That’s so nice of you.” She says. “Can I speak with you alone for a minute?”

“O-of course, Y/n, do you mind going back to your dorm and I can come help you after if you still need it.” Marilyn tells you and you nod, then get your stuff and leave.

“Thank you Y/n.” Larissa says as you walk out the door then she looks at Marilyn who steps aside to let her in. After Marilyn closes the door is when Larissa starts. “So I’ve heard some things about you.” She says and Marilyn looks at her confused.

“What-what kind of things?”

“Marilyn, why didn’t you tell me that the teachers bully you?” She clarifies and Marilyn looks down at the ground embarrassed before looking back up.

“I didn’t want to get you involved. You’ve already done so much for me, allowing me to teach here as the first normie teacher.” Marilyn says and Larissa takes a deep breath.

“Marilyn, I want to make sure that all my students and teachers are happy and that they’re in a safe space.”

“But I am happy, I love teaching these students and they’re so kind to me.” Marilyn says quickly.

“I know you’re happy and I know the students adore you and allow you to sit with them. Which is why a bunch of them came to tell me about the incident in the quad.” Larissa explains and Marilyn sighs. “It’s not the first time is it?”

“No.” Is all Marilyn says and takes a seat on her couch and Larissa goes to join.

“I am happy to hear that the students are defending you and that Y/n is willing to set them on fire.” Larissa states and Marilyn snorts at the last one. “But why aren’t you wanting to defend yourself?”

“Because it isn’t my place, I’m new here and a normie. I’m walking on outcast territory so of course some people don’t like it.” Marilyn states like it’s obvious.

“You can defend yourself. You may not be an outcast but you are a human being. I still can’t believe the teachers that still discriminate against normies.” Larissa then places a hand on Marilyn’s shoulder. “The next time one of them bullies or harasses you, come tell me about it, ok?”

“Ok.” Marilyn says softly and Larissa nods her head then gets up.

“Well I do have a few things to do before the work week starts so I’ll leave you be.” Larissa says and Marilyn gets up and nods her head.

*20 minutes earlier*

“Thank you Y/n.” Larissa says as you walk out the door.

You walk to your dorm room and see Wednesday already there on her typewriter.

“Hey Wednesday, I wanted to thank you for what you found.” You tell her and she replies but doesn’t stop writing.

“Marilyn is full of surprises. I can’t say it didn’t intrigue me.”

“Well what if I were to say that we should do something that’ll catch your interest. Like let’s say, stop the group that’s threatening her?” You tell her and she stops writing and turns around to face you.

“I thought you promised her you wouldn’t do anything about it?”

“I did yes, never said I’d keep the promise though.” You say to her. “So are you up for it?” You ask her and you see the faintest hint of a smile on her.

“Of course, I’m always up for defeating people.”

“Great, where do we start?” You ask her and she takes a second to think.

“We have to know more about them to be able to know how to defeat them.” She says.

“Well Marilyn won’t tell us, she’s dead set on not telling us anything about them.”

“There might be something in her room about them though. If them and her family were close then there’d be a paper trail somewhere.”

“Wait, that’s it!” You suddenly say and she looks at you curiously. “The Gates house! It’s still exactly as it was, no one has touched it or bought it since it went on the market when the family died. There must be something still there.” You tell her and that intrigues Wednesday.

“We can go tonight.” She says. “In a couple hours.”

“Why do you want to go at night?”

“Cause less people will see us that way.” She tells you as if it was obvious.

“Alright.” You say and just then Enid comes in with a smile on her face.

“Hi guys! What are you up to?”

“Plotting.” Wednesday deadpans. “Want to come with us to check out the Gates house tonight?” Wednesday asks her and you looked at her with wide eyes.

“Sure, I got nothing going on.” Enid tells you both.

“I hope you understand that getting involved in what we’re doing is very dangerous.” You tell Enid.

“Well I figured that since you’re both involved.” Enid tells you and you smile.

“You know me so well.” You tell her and give her a hug. “Btw you can’t tell anyone, especially Marilyn.” You say and then you and Wednesday go on to tell her what’s going on and what you’re searching for, leaving out the fact that you and Marilyn are dating.

“Someone is threatening you and Marilyn? I can’t believe it.” Enid says.

“I know, I was shocked when I read the note, but that’s why she said what she said. She was trying to protect me by distancing herself.”

“That’s so cute.” Enid squeals.

“Yes it is, but now I want to get rid of these people so she’s safe and me as well.” You tell her and she nods. At that moment a knock is heard from the door and Enid goes and opens it.

“Hi Marilyn!” Enid says and you look and see Marilyn there with a smile.

“Hi Enid, mind if I steal Y/n for a few minutes from you guys?” She says and looks at you and you leave and follow her to her room.

“What did Larissa want?” You ask when she closes the door and she looks at you and sighs.

“Apparently word got to her that the teachers are bullying me. I think the fangs and Enid went to talk to her after the incident in the quad.” She tells you.

“They did, and I did as well.” You say and she looks at you and furrows her brows.

“Why?”

“Because you don’t deserve to be bullied and harassed. You should be treated like an equal, like an outcast.” You tell her.

“You’re sweet, do you know that.?” She asks as she takes your hands in hers.

“I’ve been told I can be, I’m more fiery though.” You tell her and she giggles.

“You are that as well.” She says and then gives you a kiss.

You two make out for a good minute, but when the kiss gets heated is when you pull back.

“I would love to stay and kiss you but I’m busy in a couple hours with my roommates.” You say and she quirks an eyebrow at you.

“Oh, what are you guys doing?”

“Well you know, painting each other’s nails, gossiping about boys, eating too much unhealthy food that we’ll regret later.” You tell her and she chuckles.

“Well that sounds fun, as much as I hate to watch you go, you should be having fun with your friends.” She tells you and you reluctantly get out of her embrace.

“Ya I hate leaving you as well, but I should probably go over there and help get set up.”

“Of course, can I get a kiss goodbye first?” She asks you and you smile at her before leaning in and giving her a kiss. You pull back and leave her room before you get too tempted to stay.

“Good night.” You tell her before closing her door.

“Good night honey.”

“Ok, what do we need to bring?” You ask Wednesday as soon as you get back to the dorm.

“Flashlights, a bag to put anything we find, and you both need to wear black.” Wednesday says and you and Enid both nod before going to your clothes and finding black clothes.

You both get dressed in black clothes while Wednesday packs 3 flashlights in a bag. Wednesday was already wearing all black so she didn’t have to change at all.

“If anyone wants to back out, do it now.” Wednesday says and you and Enid look at each other and shake your heads.

“I need to do this to save myself and Marilyn.” You say.

“I’m not going to stand by and do nothing.” Enid tells you both and Wednesday nods.

“Ok, let’s go.” Wednesday says and all 3 of you sneak out of the school and walk to the house.

When you get there, you all stare at it. Standing there, dark and mysterious and creepy looking.

“You know, I can see you living in a house this creepy looking.” You tell Wednesday and she cracks a slight smile.

All 3 of you walk up and enter the house and look around.

“It’s as creepy on the inside as it is on the outside.” Enid says.

“Yep.” You agree with her. “I’m gonna go check upstairs. It might be where important files are.” You say and then head upstairs. You get to the top of the stairs and start walking down the hall until you come across a room, looks like a little girls room. You see from the flashlight that all the dust is gone and the room is clean. You quickly realise that this was Marilyn’s room, but how is all the dust gone? You look around the room with a slight smile of a glimpse at her childhood before her whole family died. She must have been so happy until everything went downhill so fast. You walk over to where the bed is and you look at the nightstand and open the drawer. Inside was a small book and figure that it must be her diary that she kept when she was a child, you decide to take it and read it later and put it in your jacket pocket. You then leave the room and look around the rest of the upstairs. Down the hall you come across a room a little smaller than the bedrooms, and you see a big desk with file cabinets, must be the office. “Wednesday! Enid! Come here!” You yell and you hear them come running.

“What is it?” Enid says as soon as they find you.

“I found the office, there’s gotta be something in here.” You tell them and Wednesday looks interested in the room.

“I love searching offices, they always hold so many dark secrets.” Wednesday says as she begins searching through everything.

You guys search through the entire office and about 20 minutes later is when Enid speaks up.

“Ohh, I think I found something!” She says excitedly and you and Wednesday come over to her and look at the papers she’s holding.

“The Powerful Eight.” Wednesday reads and takes the paper. “They're an outcast hating group, this must be them.” She tells you both and then you all hear the front door open and close. Wednesday and Enid quickly put the papers in the bag while you go and quietly close the door to the office. You all shut off your flashlights and go close to the door. You hear footsteps walking around downstairs and you know your heart is beating so fast. It could be one of the Powerful Eight members, they found out you were snooping and now come to finish you off. You then hear Wednesday pull something out and you look over and faintly see that it’s a knife.

“Why do you have a knife?” You whisper at her.

“Your life is being threatened and we’re snooping around to find out more about a powerful outcast hating group. I think the question should be, why don’t you have one?” She tells you and you have to admit that she has a good point.

You hear the footsteps get closer and you feel Enid grab your hand and hear her get her claws out. You hear someone grab the door handle and twist it before opening the door. You quickly turn on your flashlight and point it at the person in an attempt to blind them before Enid and Wednesday can do anything.

“Ah!” You hear and you all immediately put your weapons down and you drop the flashlight a bit.

“Marilyn!” You say and she looks at all of you. “What are you doing here?” You ask her.

“This is my house, what are all of you doing here?” She asks, more so to you.

“Nothing.” You quickly say.

“Not a thing.” Enid says right after you.

“I’d rather be tortured than speak the truth.” Wednesday says with no emotion in her voice.

“Wait, what do you mean it’s your house?” You ask her.

“I mean I bought it as I have my family’s fortune.” She tells you and that surprised you. “So I guess technically you’re trespassing, but I’m not going to do anything because I care about you too much to do that.” She tells you and you smile at her.

“Aaawww.” You hear Enid say behind you and you turn around to look at her. You completely forgot that Enid has no idea about you and Marilyn dating.

“You know when you said you were hanging out with your roommates tonight, I didn’t expect it to be breaking into my house.” She says to you and you look a little embarrassed.

“To be fair, I didn’t know it was your current house.” You tell her and she furrows her eyebrows at you. “What?”

“What are you doing breaking in here?” She says and she crosses her arms.

“Would you believe me if I said a party?” You say and you honestly don’t believe it yourself.

“I was interested in the Gates family and convinced them to take me here.” Wednesday says, covering for you. Marilyn sighs and rubs her forehead in slight frustration.

“Alright, I’m taking you all back to school, let’s go.” She says and ushers you all out to her car. You go to get in the back seat when Enid pushes you to get in the front with Marilyn. “I want to ask all of you, especially you Enid, to keep my real identity a secret. I really like working at Nevermore and I’ve worked really hard to build a life apart from my family.” She tells you all and you all nod. She then turns to look at you. “I told you in confidence and you swore you wouldn’t tell anyone and you told 2 people.” She tells you and you look down at your hands in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry.” You say and she sighs softly.

“It’s alright.” She tells you and puts her hand on your thigh as she pulls up to the school.

“Ok woah, are you two a thing?” Enid cuts in and you both turn to look at her.

“I see you left something out of the conversation with them.” Marilyn tells you.

“Well Wednesday knows but I guess I forgot to tell you that Enid doesn’t.”

“Wednesday you knew and didn’t tell me?”

“I don’t gossip.” Wednesday simply says.

“Oh wait, so you are a thing?” She asks and you both nod. “You guys can get in serious trouble for this. Especially since you’re still 17 for like another 4 months.”

“We know, which is why it’s a secret.” You tell her sternly and she pouts.

“Huge gossip and I can’t tell anyone.” She mutters

“Especially since if you do then not only my job and reputation is on the line but Y/n’s life.” Marilyn says and Enid sighs.

“I’ll keep my mouth shut.” Enid promises. “Are you guys dating or in a relationship?” Enid suddenly asks and your face pales slightly. It was one of the things that came out when you yelled at her a few weeks ago and you still aren’t sure where you stand.

“I don’t know.” You say and you all look at Marilyn.

“Considering we just got back together today, I think let’s give it till next week to see if we’re in a relationship.” She says and you nod.

“So there’s a chance then.” You say slyly and she chuckles.

“Ok everyone get out.” She says as she gets out of the car. You all head back inside the school and to Ophelia hall. “Have a good night you 3, and no more sneaking out.” She says as you all nod and then head back inside while she heads to her room.

“Ok, what have we got?” You ask Wednesday as she pulls the papers out from her bag.

“Looks like her family was very well connected with them.” Wednesday says.

“Well it makes sense, her family has been outcast killers for centuries.” You say and Enid agrees.

“It seems like this guy, Victor Royce, is the main guy behind it.” Enid says and hands Wednesday the paper.

“It seems this is a lot bigger than we thought.” You say with a sigh. “It might be too big for us to take down.” You say and walk to your bed. Wednesday looks to Enid and Enid goes over to you.

“Y/n I thought you wanted to do this.” Enid says and sits beside you.

“I did, but there’s many powerful families on that list, and we’re just 3 outcasts. And what do we have? Someone who controls fire, a werewolf who hasn’t transformed yet, and a fearless seer.” You say with a sigh.

“She does have a point Wednesday.” Enid says as she turns to face Wednesday. “We’ll need help with this. We need to bring all of this to Principal Weems.”

“No! If we do that then we’ll also have to say who Marilyn really is, and she doesn’t want anyone to know.”

“Y/n, if it came down to it, do you think she’d choose having you safe or keeping her identity a secret? I mean she instantly forgave you for telling us and when we broke into her house.” Enid says and you let out a sigh and fall back onto your bed.

“I know you’re right.”

“We can go to Marilyn with our idea and see what she thinks.” Enid suggests and you look at her.

“She’s gonna not like that I broke yet another promise.” You say and put your hands over your eyes. “Let’s get it over with.” You say and get up.

All 3 of you make your way over to Marilyn’s room quietly and knock on the door. Marilyn answers the door about 30 seconds later with pjs on and her hair in a ponytail.

“Hello girls, what can I help you with? At a time you should all be asleep.” She says.

“Can we come in? We wanted to talk to you about something.” You tell her and she steps aside and you all walk in. You and Enid sit on the couch while Wednesday chooses to stand. “Wednesday, do you want to tell her?”

Wednesday walks towards Marilyn and hands her the folders you found at the Gates mansion and she opens it and looks at it.

“What’s this?” She asks you all.

“The reason why we were really at your house. We want to take down the groups that are threatening you and Y/n.” Wednesday explains and Marilyn slams the folder shut.

“Absolutely not! Those families are too powerful.” Marilyn says sternly.

“We want to go to Principal Weems. If we tell her that a teacher and a student are both being threatened then she’ll surely help. But that would involve telling her who you really are.” You further explain.

“Ok first of all, Y/n are you just going to break every promise you make to me?”

“This is big, these people are threatening to kill me.” You tell her.

“Even if we went to Principal Weems with this, then what can she do? Call the police? They’re not going to do anything.”

“Marilyn, this is a school of outcasts, surely we can take down all these families. Especially if they’re in Jericho.” You say

“They’re not in Jericho, they live in New York. They probably sent someone to spy on me and a contract killer.” She tells you all. She then looks at you, at your eyes and sees your fear of all of this and she sighs. “If you really want to go to Principal Weems with this then we can. You do need protection.” She finally says and you let out a breath of relief.

“Great! Let’s go right now!” Enid pipes up.

“She might be asleep.” You say.

“She’s not.” Marilyn says and you all look at her. “I know she’s still up doing something.”

“Ok let’s go!” Enid says and pulls you up off the couch.

You all walk to Principal Weems' office and Enid knocks on the door.

“Come in.” You hear and you all walk in. “What a lovely surprise to see you all here. To what do I owe this pleasure?” She says and the 3 of you look at Wednesday who took the folder back from Marilyn.

“Y/n and Marilyn are in danger.” She starts and immediately gets Weems' attention. “The families in this folder are a group of outcast haters and they’re threatening Marilyn to not get too close to anyone here or else they’ll kill Y/n. They have sent Marilyn these pictures along with a note that says so.” Wednesday says and hands everything over to Weems.

“And why is this group threatening you, Marilyn?” Weems says after a minute.

“Because, because my real name is Laurel. Laurel Gates.” Marilyn says and Weems eyes widen at that. “My family has been connected with this group for a while. They also helped me change my identity when everyone thought I drowned. I don’t want to follow in my family’s footsteps but they’re very persistent.” Marilyn explains.

“This is a lot of information at 11 at night.” Weems says and gets up to pour herself a drink. She takes a few sips and clears her throat. “I’ll look all of this over and come up with what to do.” She says and Marilyn steps forward.

“Larissa, I know these people, they’re basically a mafia. You can’t just go to the police with this cause they won’t do anything. The only way to take them down is to kill all of them.” Marilyn says and Weems nods.

“Well thank you for that advice, Marilyn.” Weems says and bids you all a good night.

You can see Marilyn being quiet and lost in thought on the way back. When you get to your dorm, you tell Enid and Wednesday to go in and you’ll be there shortly. You go with Marilyn to her room and you both sit on the couch.

“What’s on your mind?” You ask her and hold her hand.

“What if whatever plan we do doesn’t work? If we fail then you can die. All of us can die.” Marilyn says and she looks at your hand in hers. “I don’t want you or anyone else to die because of me and my family.” She says and a tear slips down her cheek.

“Marilyn, I can’t say the thought never crossed my mind but whatever happens will happen. And hopefully whatever plan is made is one where we win and both you and I are free of the threat. You had no idea this was going to happen, you’re not at fault. Your family is for having these connections but you’re not.” You tell her and wrap her in a hug. She wraps her arms around you and returns the hug instantly. You pull back after a few seconds and you cup her cheek. “I love you, Marilyn.” You tell her and she looks at you with wide eyes.

“Really?” She asks and you nod. “I love you too, Y/n.” She tells you and you both surge forward and kiss each other. Marilyn pulls back after a few seconds and gets up. “You need to go, you got to go to sleep as you have classes tomorrow.” She tells you with a big smile and you giggle and get up.

“I’ll see you in class tomorrow, then.” You tell her and she nods. She walks you to her door and opens it for you. “Good night Marilyn.”

“Good night sweetheart.” She tells you with a smile.