#review notebook of my embarrassing days

[eloquentlytired]

old!logan howlett x fem reader

18+ mdni

the taxi driver

pairing: old!logan howlett x fem reader word count: 3k tags: taxi driver logan - build up - eventual smut - large age gap ( reader in/over mid 20s and logan in his 50s ) - singular mention of thr0wing up and dr*gging - savior logan - some surface wounds - logan loves calling u sweet girl and sweetheart author's note: i wrote this hurriedly bc in case u havent noticed my blog has been full of old logan for a reason.. i too have become addicted w him- reblogs and likes are very welcome! ^_^

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“where to, sweetheart?” logan asks and you speak your address to him so softly that he almost misses it.

the drive is smooth and there's no real disturbance except some distant honking.

when the light is red and the cars remain static, he gazes at you through the review mirror. there’s a notebook in your lap which you seem to write in frantically. it is almost amusing how fast you're doing it too; the words probably look like childish scribbling.

“that pencil must be suffering.” his gruff voice makes you jump a little and you look up at him, feeling your skin grow warm when you realize what he means.

“it does. I gathered a whole collection of tortured pencils after getting into university.”

your reply amuses him even further and he offers a low hum as he starts the car again as soon as the light turns green. when logan finally takes you home, you hand him the money and wish him a good day.

“be good to your pencils.” is all the older driver offers before nodding at you.

the next time you see him, you're running late and there are tears in your eyes. tears that soon start falling when logan asks what happened.

you're glad it's him — you didn't want to be crying in front of a total stranger. he was a stranger but kind of familiar?

you wipe your cheeks and tell him you're in a hurry to go to university.

he drives fast but carefully — and he's sharp with it too.

“you’re absolute gold,mister.” you whisper stunned because this man has driven you five minutes early to your exam; if it was another driver he'd surely not give a fuck to be fast.

as always you hand him the money and you thoughtlessly press a kiss on his cheek while speaking so many thank yous to him.

“go. ace that exam.” logan offers a sympathetic look before you're running off to the gates.

he has no clue about the faint mark of lipstick that's tattooed on his cheek until his next customer points it out. there's some embarrassment there but also a smile that ghosts over his mouth as he wipes it away.

“third time's a charm.” you say smiling when you enter logan’s taxi. again.

he's just in time after you called; the weather will evidently grow bad and you're in no mood to be walking or waiting for some different transportation to take you home.

logan shares a faint smile with you; it's rare but it's there.

“where we going this time, sweet girl?” he asks and peers at you from the review mirror. his eyes always hold some sort of intensity that makes you shift in your seat. he notices but says nothing.

“just my home.” you reply dumbly and logan simply stares at you, unable to suppress that smile of his.

you realize how dumb your answer is because why would he remember your address? it's been a while and he has tons of customers everyday.

“gosh,I'm an idiot. my address—”

he surprises you by driving off absurdly, the motion startling you and making you grip the door. logan chuckles and shakes his head. “i know.”

oh. he does remember. you pray to reach your house before the upcoming thunderstorm but life has cursed you and the road is packed with unmoving cars. you will be stuck in there for a while for sure.

when the first thunder strikes, you yelp and cover your ears with your hands. you and logan stare at each other through the review mirror and you mumble a soft apology to him. all he wants to do is run his fingers through your hair and tell you it'll be okay.

another thunder roars and you helplessly pull your knees to your chest while resting your chin on top of them. logan deciphers the situation and before he's in the unpleasant moment of having your poor self break down, he reaches for the radio.

his favorite station is always on, he's at an age where he suffers from anything bass boosted or heavy. the jazz music that drowns the car is loud but not unpleasant. you stare at him surprised and when you realize he's done it for you, so you won't be scared, you smile so widely.

you can't talk since the music is loud but logan asks if this is okay with a nod and you nod back, still smiling. thank you, you mouth and he turns his head just a little to wink — nothing weird or bad. he just wants you to laugh again and you do.

“thank you once again,mister.” you mumble when he parks right outside of your home. logan gives his usual hum and turns to look at you again, his eyes regarding you with affection.

“see ya, sweet girl.” he says and you lean forward with purpose this time to press another kiss on his cheek. logan says nothing as he watches you go and by the time he gets another customer notifying him of the lipstick mark, he doesn't clean it up.

“what the fuck happened?” logan growls and he looks at the backseat where you're sitting, crying your eyes out. this was probably the second time he asks you something like that.

you don't reply and it worries him to his core.

“sweetheart.” you feel a calloused palm press on your knee and it momentarily distracts you from crying. you look at logan’s hand, the one he's outstretched to touch you.

your tears filled eyes stare at him for a long time before you tell him everything. “they put something in my drink. the ice in my drink..it just..and then everything began spinning so I left—" you mumbled in panic between intense sobs.

logan felt his blood boiling. “who? tell me who.”

after a few moments of convincing you reveal it to him — what the man looks like, what he's wearing and where he's sitting. logan enters the bar he's just picked you up from and you wait in the backseat of his taxi. silently and anxiously.

logan returns moments later and your heart raises to your throat. you can barely speak as you take in his bloodied sight — the blood on his shirt and knuckles, the cut he's sporting under his eye and a bruise that occupies the side of his jaw. but whatever blood is on his shirt doesn't belong to him.

“you should've seen the other guy.” logan says and he's smiling, and then you're smiling too.

you're throwing up in the middle of nowhere as logan holds your hair back with a single hand while his other hand strokes your middle. once you're done, he gives you a few tissues and reassuring words.

“it’s good you threw that shit out yar system, sweetheart. ya did good.” and the praise makes your heart throb. logan shakes his head as you stammer out a few apologies about dragging him around like this — he is glad to have helped. he is glad it was him you called and not another.

you two find a convenience store on your way back and decide to take a break. he watches with amusement as the first thing you do is buy toothpaste and a toothbrush while he takes care of some other needs — like water and something for you to snack on after everything.

he is waiting, sitting on his car hood when you return from the bathroom. you smile at him and he feels relieved to see you doing better than those few hours ago when he found you. to his surprise you sit by his side, your arms touching.

“thank you for everything. I feel like you're my guardian angel at this point.” he simply shakes his head while shoving his hands in his pockets.

“i’m no guardian. just a driver.” logan replies and his eyes find yours as you chew on the crackers he's bought you.

he stares at your wide eyes, your pouty cheeks and those lips that have occupied his cheek twice. logan shamelessly thinks he wants them a third time on him.

when the night breeze gets too much for your exposed shoulders, he's taking off his jacket without a second thought and putting it around you. you lean on him wordlessly and logan doesn't push you off. one of his arms settle around you before his calloused palm pulls you close by your shoulder.

“mister?” you call out and look up at him, your cheek squishing against his shoulder.

“spill it, sweetheart.” he says in a gruff voice.

“you never told me your name.” and logan realizes you're right — he should've introduced himself sometime ago, right? “it’s logan.” he says after sometime of simply staring at you.

“logan.” you repeat and if it was possible he'd melt right there and then because of how gentle you are with speaking his name.

he doesn't expect you to block his entrance when he's heading for the driver's seat. your eyes stare up at him, sparkling and pleading, and logan is a weak man. he curses himself.

“logan.” you moan softly as he kisses your throat while hovering over you in the backseat of his taxi. logan wants nothing more than to take you but he also wants to be slow — to be kind with you. what have you done to him?

he asks your permission for every piece of clothing he wishes to remove and you kiss his face every time for it.

when you're both bare — minus logan’s trousers which simply pool around his ankles — he worships you like no one else has done before.

logan presses passionate and possessive kisses at the center of your throat, then the space between your breasts before going further down. “o-oh.” when his beard scratches against your navel, your whimpers grow louder and he can sense how sensitive you are. he can smell the heat on you too.

“so sweet.” your thighs are on his shoulders as his face disappears between them. your entire body trembles while logan devours the weeping storm in between your legs, his tongue licking at your folds like a starved man before he's wrapping his lips around your clit.

it's a lot and you simply grip his hair while crying out. logan grunts and sucks on that sensitive bud hungrily before sliding his tongue low to your entrance. he gives it a rough lick before pulling away to create some space for his hand.

the slide of his first finger is smooth because you're dripping for him, all over, and he praises himself for holding back.

when he adds the third finger and goes knuckles deep inside you, he feels your gummy walls clenching around him so tight. logan curls his fingers and you shudder, your thighs trembling on top of his shoulders.

“please—” you whimper and he's grinning at you while thrusting his fingers in and out of your hole. the sweat that slowly forms at your nape does not bother you. the only thing bothering you is that logan isn’t fucking you yet — with something more than his fingers.

“please what, sweet girl?” he asks and you draw a sharp breath when he flicks your clit with his tongue while driving his fingers deeper into your pussy.

you flutter around him and whine. “fuck me. please fuck me.”

logan is fixated on your eyes as you straddle him and sink down his cock. you react at the same time, groaning, as the thickness penetrates you and stretches you out endlessly.

you sway your hips once experimentally then twice and you already feel so full.

“logan.” you moan and your hands grip his shoulders for support.

“come ‘ere, sweet girl.” he grumbles and slides both of his hands around your thighs, squeezing them hard.

you're confused at first until he's leaning his face forward and kissing you. there's a fondness in your heart when that beard brushes against your cheeks and you smile before returning the kiss; it's passionate but slow. patient. exactly how you'd been with each other until now.

you do most of the work raising your hips until only the head of his cock is nestled within you and then you fall back down, taking him in deeper than ever. you bounce on his lap and when logan slaps your ass with his hands, your walls tighten around his cock.

he does it again. and again. until he knows your skin has grown tender beneath his hands and aching. he can tell by the way you whimper into his shoulder as you ride him, your buttocks slamming against his hips.

"you on the pill, sweetheart?" logan has to ask for obvious reasons. you nod and his cock throbs inside you as something in him snaps. his fingers dig into the sensitive skin of your ass and he slightly raises his hips from the seat as he takes control of the situation. he slams his hips against your own, his heavy balls colliding with your skin. you moan into his shoulder as your body jolts with each thrust you receive below you. "logan!" you sob when the head of his cock assaults your sweet spot repeatedly and his grasp on your asscheeks tightens; you're sure you'll bruise by that type of hold.

logan can't remember the last time he's acted like this; his current age didn't exactly allow him to have fun like he once did. but right now he was going into a frenzy with you, burying his face between your bouncy breasts and licking the space there. his thrusts were rough and hurried, your clit brushing against his pubic hair, the sensation causing your pussy to clench even tighter around his thick girth. "won't last, sweetheart." he warns you and you place your hands on the seat behind him as you start bouncing on his cock again, moving opposite logan's thrusts.

he comes with a growl, his chest vibrating as he does, and you follow right after as your weeping pussy comes around him with a rare tremble. you feel everything; the way he empties himself inside you and slides impossibly deeper as if his solid purpose is to fill your womp with his seed. the way he grows soft inside your cunt and slowly slips his cock out. the way his cum dribbles out of your gaping entrance, probably staining him and the seat. he doesn't care.

"everything alright, sweet girl?" logan asks, one of his hands caressing your buttocks while the other settles over your cheek. you look at him, all spent and pretty, your eyes unable to stay open for long. logan faintly smiles and presses a loving kiss on your forehead while swiping his thumb across your cheek.

"sleepy." you explain in a single word and he hums. you stay still as logan drapes his jacket over you for the second time that night. the heat his body radiates and the gentle rumble of his chest lulls you to sleep. and as that soft caressing on your hair continues, logan contemplates what to buy you for breakfast.

[connieisthesun]

Chemistry and Cadavers - Conrad fisher x reader

Chapter Summary - You, a bright-eyed sophomore college student majoring in biology stumble upon Conrad fisher, an attractive yet forgetful student who happens to forget his pen on his first day of class...

Warnings - Fluff, teasing, super cute tbh haha

*Authors note* - So I've decided to start a new series due to the nonexistent amount of new tsitp fic's here lmao, if you enjoy a like a repost would be appreciated. Let me know if you have any feedback to improve my writing. Enjoy loves!

Chapter 1: Chemistry and Cadavers

The crisp autumn air on the college campus was invigorating, bringing with it the promise of a new academic year filled with possibilities. The campus was alive with the sounds of students hurrying to their classes, the rustling of leaves in the trees, and the distant hum of chatter from the quad. Among the new faces and returning students was Y/N, a bright and ambitious sophomore majoring in biology.

Y/N had always been passionate about the sciences, and this year, she was especially excited about her anatomy and physiology class. Little did she know that her enthusiasm for the subject would lead to a series of events that would change her college experience in ways she hadn’t anticipated.

As she walked into the lecture hall, she noticed the familiar faces of her classmates and scanned the room for an available seat. She spotted a spot in the middle of the room and made her way over, settling into her chair just as the professor walked in.

“Good morning, everyone,” the professor greeted, his voice carrying a tone of authority and excitement. “Today, we’re diving into the intricacies of human anatomy, and I have a feeling this semester is going to be an exciting journey.”

Y/N smiled to herself, her excitement bubbling over as the professor began the lecture. She took out her notebook, ready to absorb every detail of the day’s lesson. As the lecture progressed, she couldn’t help but notice the student sitting a few rows ahead of her, who seemed to be struggling with his notes and the lecture material. He had tousled brown hair, a laid-back demeanor, and an occasional frustrated glance at his notes.

When the lecture ended, Y/N gathered her things and headed out of the lecture hall, intending to grab a coffee before her next class. As she walked through the bustling hallway, she was approached by a friendly voice.

“Hey, Y/N, wait up!”

She turned to see her friend Lila catching up with her. “Hey, Lila! What’s up?”

“I heard you were in the anatomy lecture this morning. How was it?” Lila asked, a teasing smile on her face.

“It was great,” Y/N replied. “I’m really looking forward to this semester. Anatomy is such a fascinating subject.”

Lila’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “You know, I think you might have a classmate who’s also taking that course. He’s known for being a bit of a mess, especially when it comes to anatomy. His name is Conrad Fisher.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Conrad Fisher? I think I saw him in class today. He seemed to be having a hard time keeping up.”

Lila laughed. “That’s the one. He’s actually a really nice guy, but he’s notorious for needing a little extra help with his studies. If you see him around, you might want to keep an eye out. He’s always borrowing pens or asking for assistance.”

Y/N chuckled. “Noted. I’ll keep that in mind.”

Later that week, Y/N found herself in the anatomy lab for the first time. The lab was a place of intense focus and concentration, with rows of cadaver tables and an array of dissection tools neatly arranged. The room was filled with the quiet murmur of students working together, and the scent of formaldehyde lingered in the air.

Y/N set up her station and began to review the lab manual when she heard a voice nearby.

“Hey, do you have a spare pen?” the voice asked.

Y/N looked up to see Conrad Fisher standing beside her table, his expression a mix of embarrassment and frustration. He held up a pen cap, indicating that he had lost the actual pen.

“Sure, here you go,” Y/N said, handing him a pen with a smile.

“Thanks,” Conrad said, taking the pen and looking visibly relieved. “I seem to have misplaced mine again. I swear, it’s like they disappear into thin air.”

Y/N laughed softly. “It happens. You’ll get used to the lab environment eventually.”

Conrad smiled gratefully. “I hope so. I’m Conrad, by the way. I think we’re going to be lab partners for this course.”

“Y/N,” she said, extending her hand. “Nice to meet you.”

As they worked side by side, Y/N found that Conrad’s easygoing nature and good humor made the long hours in the lab more enjoyable. They talked about their classes, shared stories, and found themselves falling into a comfortable rhythm of collaboration. Despite the occasional moments of distraction and light-hearted teasing, they made a great team.

Over the next few weeks, their interactions continued to be marked by playful banter and occasional flirtation. Conrad would often ask Y/N for help with his dissections, and she would gladly oblige, offering guidance and tips with a teasing edge.

One day, as they were working on a particularly challenging dissection, Conrad looked up from his work with a grin. “So, Y/N, do you have any other hidden talents besides being a dissecting wizard?”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. “Well, I can bake a mean batch of cookies, if that counts.”

Conrad’s eyes lit up with interest. “Cookies? Now you’re speaking my language. Maybe I’ll have to take you up on that offer sometime.”

“Only if you promise not to lose any more pens,” Y/N replied playfully.

Conrad laughed, shaking his head. “Deal. I’ll do my best to keep track of my writing instruments from now on.”

Their banter became a regular feature of their interactions, and the chemistry between them was evident to everyone around them. Despite their undeniable connection, they both maintained a façade of casual friendship, much to the amusement of their friends.

One afternoon, after a particularly grueling lab session, Conrad and Y/N found themselves sitting on a bench outside the science building, taking a well-deserved break.

“I think that was the most challenging dissection we’ve had yet,” Conrad said, stretching his arms. “I’m glad we made it through.”

Y/N nodded in agreement, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “I have to say, your technique is improving. You’re almost as good as me now.”

Conrad raised an eyebrow. “Almost? I’ll take that as a compliment.”

As they chatted, a group of their friends approached, and one of them, Sarah, gave them a knowing smile. “You two seem to be getting along quite well.”

Y/N and Conrad exchanged a glance, both of them trying to suppress their smiles. “We’re just lab partners,” Y/N said casually.

“Sure, just lab partners,” Sarah said with a teasing grin. “But everyone can see the chemistry between you two.”

Conrad blushed slightly, and Y/N couldn’t help but laugh. “We’re just friends, honestly.”

Sarah and the others laughed and continued on their way, leaving Y/N and Conrad to their conversation.

“You know,” Conrad said, his tone playful, “it’s funny how everyone is always trying to push us together.”

Y/N shrugged, trying to hide her own smile. “It’s probably just because we spend so much time together. It’s hard not to notice the dynamic.”

Conrad’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Well, if they’re right, maybe we should just embrace the idea.”

Y/N gave him a playful nudge. “Oh, really? And what would that look like?”

Conrad leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a mock-serious tone. “It would probably involve a lot more teasing, a few more flirtatious comments, and maybe even some impromptu study dates.”

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. “Sounds like a lot of work. I think we’re doing just fine as friends.”

“Agreed,” Conrad said, his smile warm and genuine. “But it’s fun to think about.”

As the weeks passed, Y/N and Conrad’s playful flirtation continued, with their friends often teasing them about their obvious chemistry. Despite their mutual attraction and the flirtatious banter, they remained steadfast in their commitment to being just friends.

Their interactions were filled with laughter and light-hearted teasing, creating a dynamic that was both enjoyable and endearing. Whether it was borrowing pens, helping with dissections, or sharing jokes, their connection grew stronger with each passing day.

As the semester progressed, Y/N and Conrad found themselves increasingly drawn to each other, their friendship evolving into something deeper and more meaningful. Despite their best efforts to deny their feelings, the chemistry between them was undeniable, and their playful banter only served to highlight the growing connection they shared.

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[guitarstringed-scars]

how to lose a guy in 10 days- t. oikawa

masterlist

day zero

you sit in the paper room, editing every last one of your pages for this weeks paper. your pages are filled with advice. “what to do if i caught my boyfriend cheating on me, and he doesn’t know i know?”, “how to make new friends in college?”, “what can i do if my best friend from back home is ghosting me?”. as you read over them, you feel a slight sense of pride about how many people you’ve helped with your advice. i mean, the reviews are glowing. you cant walk on campus without someone coming up to you and commending you on your column, but you also feel a slight sense of embarrassment.

you wish you were out like your roommate, koushi, writing about the actual news around the school, or your other roommate, tetsuro, covering sports events.

your thoughts are interrupted when your fourth and final roommate, yui michimiya, slams open the door to the room. she's crying, you notice quickly, due to her loud sobs. she quickly crosses the room to her designated seat next to you and throws herself into it as the other club members rush around her.

“whats wrong yui?” you ask, helping her unpack her computer from her bag.

“he dumped me!” she exclaims before her sobs grow louder. you shoot a look to hitoka as yui buries her head in your shoulder.

“what’d he say?” tetsuro asks, making himself comfortable in the seat next to her. that guy loves gossip so it’s no surprise he’s there as soon as he hears a snippet of it.

“he said it wasn’t working!” she burrows deeper into your shirt, you can feel her damp tears, and hopefully not snot, hit your shoulder.

“and what did you say?” keiji asks, not even looking up from his computer. you’ve all heard this story from yui plenty of times before.

“w-well, i dropped to my knees and begged him to stay! i said, honey-muffin, please you cant do this to me! please please please-”

you cut her off, as the other present club members sigh, most of them returning to their work, except for tetsuro.

“and you were dating for how long?” you ask.

“um…. about 2 and a half weeks.”

you stare at her, with a disappointed look.

“oh y/n i didn't even think i was ugly until i got to college and now i just keep getting back to back dumped because of it!”

“i don’t think its cause of your looks yui.” tetsuro answers, before turning back to his work.

“hes right, its defientely not because of your looks. and i mean this in the sweetest way, but i think it may be the way you act.” you look at her with a nervous grin.

she cocks her head at you, “what?”

“i mean, don’t you think maybe… just maybe its because of how clingy you might be? i mean especially after 2 weeks…” you trail off, careful not to upset your best friend.

surprisingly she answers cheerfully, “no, that cant be it!”

you let out yet another sigh before it hits you. maybe you could help out yui with an article.

“how bout this, i’ll write a column for you, to prove its not because of your looks.” you stand up and approach shimizu and keiji as they talk over their pages.

“hello bosses!” you greet, they don’t turn to you. “i was thinking of doing a how to, on how to lose a guy in 10 days. thoughts? it’ll help people know what NOT to do in a relationship!” you give them your cheesiest grin, and they dismiss you with a simple “sure, do that.”

with that lackluster approval, you head back to your seat, pulling out a notebook. in big letters at the top, HOW TO LOSE A GUY IN 10 DAYS. below that, THE PLAN!

step one: find a guy

step two: get him interested

step three: be the worst

step four: he breaks up with me in less than 10 days

yui looks over your shoulder as you write. “well lets go find a guy tonight, we should do roommate party night anyway! i need to get over my breakup…”

you smile, “great plan!”

toru oikawa is standing in the middle of the bar, surronded by the rest of his volleyball team, give or take a few.

“i mean between oikawa and me, im defienitely easier to fall in love with.” atsumu miya protests.

“yeah right, i could make any girl fall in love with me.” toru retorts back

“you wanna bet on it?” daichi throws out.

“sure. lets add some stakes. i could make any girl fall in love with me in less than 10 days.” toru smirks after saying this. as he leans on the counter, he spots a girl from across the bar. shes beautiful, he thinks. “her. i’ll make her fall in love with me in less than 10 days.” he points her out in the crowd.

“her?” koutaro exclaims, “she’s wayyy too pretty for you!” the boys all burst out laughing.

toru simply rolls his eyes. “watch and see!” with that he waltz over to her. to you.

“toru oikawa.” he smiles, putting out his hand to be shaken.

“i know who you are, i’m y/n l/n” you smile, shaking his hand.

“oh really?” he says, leaning in closer to hear you, ears ringing from the loud music playing.

“yeah, you play volleyball.” you laugh, “thats where my knowledge of you ends though.”

toru laughs with you. “don’t worry, you can have the chance to learn more at any time.”

“was that a pickup line?” you quirk your eyebrow at him.

“possibly.”

“how bout you walk me home tonight, and then tomorrow you can start using those pick up lines?”

"works for me.”

a/n: first chapter woohooo!!! theres a lot of writing in this, but more smau in future chapters, just gotta get the basis down! also taglist will be in the replies because it is NOT working for some reason.

[pedriscroquettes]

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐙𝐎𝐍𝐄 – GAVI

summary. fighting for the top spot of your class is hard when the boy next door is set on beating you at everything.

warnings. academic rival!gavi,f!oral, academic exhaustion, & various mentions of golf.

a/n. finally getting to my follower bash lol golf vocabulary

you sighed in frustration as you failed to solve the equation, again. the work on your notebook staring back at you as if to make fun of you. you stand up from your desk immediately wincing at the pain of having your foot asleep for hours. you’d think you’d be used to it by now due to how many hours you spent seated daily.

a faint knock is heard from outside your door. you limp as you walk towards the door to open it. your dad awaits you on the other side — the other side of the door separating you from society — with an awkward smile. he hated seeing you like this, overworked that is, he always offered to hire a tutor but you always refused. you were privileged, always having the money to advance your studies but you insisted on doing everything yourself after all you wouldn’t have tutors with you at your future job.

“you know i could always ask mr. páez?” he suggests hoping to finally have you rest.

your eyes go wide at his suggestion. your father had surely gone insane. you couldn’t believe he was suggesting having gavi help you. the one thing standing between you and the first rank of your class was the sevillian. the two of you being tied for the last two years, you couldn’t let him know you were struggling with such a simple problem.

“and lose my dignity? no. i probably did something wrong when solving i’ll figure it out.” you paced around the room.

“alright. don’t stress yourself out. you can always ask your professor for help.” he sighs as he heads to his room.

except you couldn’t. you had something to prove and you would do it yourself even if it cost you your friends and social life. most especially you couldn’t lose your number one spot to gavi of all people. growing up with him had been a nightmare to your dad and his parents. the two of you constantly tried to one up each other in every subject, including sports. his parents spending endless amounts of money making sure he’d get a spot on the spanish team like he wished all his life and your father despite being a single one always made sure you were up to lessons in golf.

gavi would score a hat trick one day and the next you’d score an eagle. the day he made the real betis academy he didn’t even celebrate knowing you’d somehow find a way to surpass his achievement. and you did scoring private lessons with annika sörenstam. it also didn’t help that your parents were close friends always spending time with each other — analyzing each others weaknesses and strengths — it was an exhausting predicament. you didn’t even understand why he wanted the number one spot he already had his dream as professional football player secured.

you spent the next two hours revising your notes trying to remember how to solve a simple equation. reviewing your own work you realized you had forgotten to square root a number and instead of feeling accomplished when you turned in your assignment all you felt was embarrassment. specifically when you noticed gavi had turned in the assignment hours earlier. you could’ve cried in that moment but instead you changed into your workout clothes and grabbed yours clubs immediately heading towards the neighborhood’s driving range.

it was usually closed during this time of day but you were one of the few allowed to use it whenever you wanted. the owner of the country club along with the rest of the neighborhood expected you to make your LPGA tour debut sometime this year and thus let you use the range at any time of the day. the driving range was the only time you found peace these days. your father had expected you to outgrow the sport that eventually the pressure would get to you but it was the opposite. the sport brought you peace.

the sound of your iron hitting the ball over and over again was music to your ears. you stared as the pathway of each ball was straighter than the previous one. the faint light that illuminated the end of the driving range allowing you to see how far the balls landed. you were about to switch to your driver when the sound of leaves rustling interrupts your nightly routine. you ignore it at first thinking it’s probably just squirrels but then the faint noise turns into footsteps.

you clutch your driver scared as to what is hiding amongst the darkness. a figure emerges from the other end of the driving range and you’re about to yell for help when you recognize the gray nike tech they’re wearing. of course he was awake as well and that’s when you remember the football field is on the other side of the range. you thought it was funny how the two of you would always find time for your sports.

“do you ever sleep?” he’s the first one to break the awkward silence between the two of you.

“if i did you’d be ranked first.” you reply curtly before swinging your driver aiming your ball even further than before.

“you know some of your balls end up on my field.” he changes the subject.

“how do you know they’re mine?” you place your driver into your bag and take off your glove. you could relax for a few minutes. at least while the brunette bothered you.

“you’re the only one capable of swinging them that far.” he shrugs.

it was true. your competitiveness had allowed you to find motivation every time you swung any of your clubs. it also didn’t help that your dad would take you to the PGA Tour Championship every year and you always wanted to swing the ball like tiger woods or rory mcilroy. you were truly a nightmare for your trainers and your father never wanting to leave the course before seven pm.

“why are you here gavi?” you turn around to face him. he looked like you, tired and stressed. his eye bags almost as dark as yours. his hair messy but it fit him in a way. you realized he was probably running drills since he had an away game with the academy this weekend.

“how do you do it?” he steps closer analyzing you. he takes his hoodie off in the practice allowing for the dimly lit street light to shine on his hair. “how do you deal with all the pressure?”

there had only been one previous conversation between the two of you where you forgot about your stupid rivalry and helped each other out. it had unfortunately led to a very awkward kiss between the two of you. a kiss that hadn’t been brought up sense and placed into the back of your mind.

“i don’t. it’s literally two in the morning and i’m practicing my swing.” you let out a deep breath. “you?”

“used to have been able to calm myself down with gummies but they don’t work for me anymore.” he places his hands into his pockets suddenly embarrassed at his oversharing. “been trying to find another way to ground myself but even football can’t do that for me right now.”

there’s a loud silence between the two of you. his suddenly burst of oversharing breaking boundaries that had been pre-established between you and him. you barely notice the way he gets closer to you almost as if you let him get near you.

“gavi no offense but why are you telling me all this?” you say with valid points as the brunette had never once tried to make an effort to talk to you before.

there’s a long pause between your question and his answer. he debates on whether he should he completely honest with you or to compress his feelings for even no longer.

“because i hate the way everyone just likes you and the way you sailed through school and can work for hours on end without getting tired and the fact that you just did work for two days straight and still look perfect, because you always do-“ his eyes go wide at how much he’s confessed already. “it’s not fair that you can just be relaxed after all th-”

“sailed? sailed?!” you simply stared at him with disbelief. “gavi i worked my ass off to get to where i am today. my dad didn’t pay for me to have advantages, i didn’t get everything handed to me on a silver platter, i did it on my own. do you realize how many hours i spend daily on my work? on making sure you don’t take away my spot?” your voice roars through the empty driving range.

“i didn’t-”

“no. let me finish gavi.” you continue your rant. “also it’s not fair that i can be relaxed? you think this is relaxing? swinging golf balls at two in the morning? you’re an unbelievable conceited prick. you don’t even need the number one spot anyways you have a guaranteed spot for club and country. you’re set for life?!” you stare at him with utter disgust.

“you’re set for life too? your dad literally owns the biggest food provider in sevilla you’re guaranteed a job at his company.” he fights back. “you’re nothing but a brat.”

he drives you against the hard cold wall of the concessions stand with each harsh word he says. his insults grow harsher but you hardly pay attention the veins in his neck gaining your attention with every hateful word he says. maybe it’s the lack of sleep or vitamins in your body but you suddenly forget he’s the guy separating you from achieving your lifelong dream of disassociating yourself from your dad’s company.

he notices your thoughtful glare as he continues on and on with his rant without any interruption from you. your eyes digging into his in a way they never have. his hand creeping too close to your face and not to harm you but rather to just feel your warm cheeks against his palm. the two of you get lost in each other’s stress and pain. his lips finding their way to yours in a dominant kiss.

it’s embarrassing for the two of you just how quickly you forget about your hatred for each other. maybe you’d go back to despising each other for pursuing each others dreams after the kiss but right now you could only find a stress reliever in each other. his lips are soft but harsh on yours. you’re not looking for a sweet moment but rather a quick and dominant one to forget about your current problems. many groans leave your lips as he makes his way from your lips to your neck.

he’s careful not to leave any marks but he attacks your neck in a pleasuring way. his hands digging into your hips as you adjust your neck to give him more access. he carefully unzips your jacket careful to not damage it. he’s not sure if it’s because he hasn’t gotten laid in months but as soon as he sees your laced bra something shifts in his mind. his kisses trail down from your neck to the valley of your breasts. this time he sucks above your right breast intentionally leaving a mark.

he looks up to your pleading eyes. he knows your look. so he gets to the point, kneeling down, and with your leg on his shoulder. he drags his hand up teasingly until his fingers are practically teasing your core. your panties ruined from your wetness he quickly pulls them down immediately stuffing them into his pocket.

“can i?” he asks one more time to confirm.

“mhm.” is all you can afford to moan.

“i need words princess.”

“fuck. yes gavi.” you groan.

he starts slowly kissing your thighs up to your aching core. his fingers digging into your thighs to spread them apart more to give him full access. you audibly moan as his tongue makes contact with your folds. your hands digging into his hair pulling on it the more he licks. his tongue moving from your folds to your hole causing you to lose balance at the pleasure. but luckily he’s there to keep your balance. you can’t help yourself from grinding into his face his nose beginning to come in contact with your core.

he continues licking you for a little before bringing his finger to your core teasing you with it. he drags it up and down your thigh and above your core just to tease you.

“do you want my fingers?” he asks with a sly smirk.

“yes. fuck.” you lean your head backwards.

he slides his finger through your folds lubricating it with your wetness before bringing it to your hole slowly inserting it. he groans at sight of you clenching around his finger. he pumps his finger in and out before adding his tongue again. the two of them providing a mind blowing experience for you. he manages to hit the spot with his finger curling his finger to reach an unexplainable amount of pleasure.

“c’mon baby. let all that stress out.” he moans as he puts in a second finger. it’s almost embarrassing the way you melt into his touch.

you don’t realize that gavi finds this intimate moment just as pleasurable as you do. the way your leg wraps around his shoulder, the way your fingers grip his hair, and your high pitched moans all sent shockwaves down his body. he wasn’t going to admit but all his previous sexual experiences consisted of jerking himself off to some random chick on the internet. this didn’t even compare to the real thing. having you tremble under his touch was intoxicating.

he starts feeling you shake under him realizing you’re close to achieving your high. all you need is one final push. he adds a third finger and sucks at your folds like a mad man. the knot that had formed in your stomach breaking loose as you cum all over his face. your hand holding his tightly as you reach your orgasm. he licks you slowly as you come down from your high. eventually finding the willpower to step away from you.

you bring him towards you kissing him. his lips tender and full of your juices you can practically taste yourself. his hand wrapping around the back of your head to bring you closer to him to deepen the kiss. the two of you briefly forgetting that tomorrow you’ll be back at each others throat. his brown eyes bore into yours and somehow you think you’ve found a comfort zone where you can relieve your stress.

[pottersfia]

study buddy

summary: classic study "date" fic, rodrick desperately needs help in english and y/n is happy to help. lots of fluff in this part. both 18

the end of senior year was quickly approaching and rodrick was sick and tired of his parents bugging him about his grades. it was the third quarter of the school year and senioritis tended to affect many people around this time but rodrick had been a victim since the day he stepped foot into high school. 

"if you want, we can work on this together?" rodrick looked over at you who was sitting next to him in his art elective class. you had been talking about your english assignment which, despite you being in honors english and him in regular, was the same. the book they read for the quarter came with study guide questions for each section of the book which eventually would help for the final book report. 

"you'd help me with that?" he asked you. you smiled and nodded.

"sometimes working with another person makes it easier." she replied. he smiled back and the deal was set. you would go over to his house 2 hours after school and start your assignment.

these 2 hours consisted of rodrick frantically picking up in his room, taking an abnormally long shower, considering it's rodrick, and begging his family to not say or do anything weird or embarrassing. a pretty girl was coming over to study with him!! suddenly as he applied deodorant for probably the 10th time already, he heard the doorbell. 

"i got it!" he yelled and rushed downstairs. he quickly caught his breath and looked through the peephole on the door to see you patiently waiting for an answer. he sighed and opened the door. you smiled as you looked up at the boy. 

"hey, y/n." he said. 

"hi, rodrick." you replied. the two of you stood in a few moments of silence stupidly smiling at each other. just as rodrick opened his mouth to break it you were interrupted by a sweet lady who cheerfully greeted you. 

"you must be y/n! come right on in." she smiled and made way for you to step inside, you did so.  "i'm so glad you're here to help rodrick, he's been struggling for quite some time."

"mom! can you please stop talking." rodrick loudly interrupted her, making you slightly laugh. 

"she is a guest in my house, rodrick, i want to greet her. my name is susan, honey. if you need anything i'll be right down here." you smiled again at her. 

"it's nice to meet you mrs.susan, thank you." you replied. 

"ok we have to go, bye mom." he walked towards the staircase and turned around to you. "you can follow me." you nodded and waved bye to susan following rodrick to his room. 

"keep that door open!" she said. rodrick groaned and you laughed again. 

"she's really nice." you said.

"annoying is what she is." he let you walk into his room. you looked around and smiled to yourself as you realized his room screamed rodrick. there were band posters everywhere, dark bedsheets, the floor was cleared off but magazines and comics, a few water bottles, and forgotten school books were scattered around his bedside table and desk. 

he closed the door quietly and sat down on the edge of his bed saying, "you can sit down i have my stuff," he reached to his backpack that was on the floor and pulled out his notebook and the book you were assigned.  you nodded and sat down on the desk chair that was right across from his spot on the bed. you pulled out your stuff too. 

"so i guess we can just start with the questions, do you need to review what we read today?" you asked. he nodded. you smiled and continued on explaining the events in the book.

rodrick was so mesmerized by you. he appreciated your want to help him with his work but how could he focus on anything academic with you right in front of him? he stared at the way you fidgeted with your fingers as you talked. he stared at how perfect your hair looked. he stared at your lips and thought about how good they would feel to ki-

"rodrick?" your voice snapped him out of his trance. 

"what?" he kinda shook his head as he regained focus sending a fluttery feeling to your stomach.

"i uh, were you listening?" you asked.

"oh yeah. i heard everything you said." he tried to lie but you saw right through him. 

"really?" you asked again. he lifted his hand to rub the back of neck a bit.

"i heard maybe half of what you said?" he replied, pretty unsure this time. you smiled and laughed.

"what are you so distracted by?" you asked. it was you. you were distracting his focus from the work but how could he just say that? he shrugged and turned his head away looking at absolutely nothing on the right side of his room.

"maybe if you sat next to me it would be easier." he said and turned back again to see your reaction. you were a little confused or taken aback maybe but nonetheless you stood up and joined him on the bed. 

"is this better?" you looked right at him and he looked back. you gave him a small smile and despite his heart feeling like it was beating out of his chest, he smiled back.

"yeah, i think so." he practically whispered sending another flutter to your heart. 

the two of you continued with the review. laughs and smiles were exchanged constantly and it was probably the most you've ever enjoyed doing school work. 

"you're doing really good rodrick, you just needed to focus some more." you smiled after he got another question right. 

"it's definitely because of you." he replied. you playfully bumped his shoulder and looked for another question to ask. 

"ok let's do another one." 

"i think i should get something for doing so good now." he said. you gave him a questioning look.

"like what, candy?" you replied. he shrugged. then you had an idea. it was a very corny idea but an idea nonetheless. the two of you were having a good time and it wouldn't hurt to ask, yolo right? "what if i give you a kiss?" you kinda cringed a bit at your words but tried not to let it show, anxiously waiting for his response.

the boy was stunned. his eyes widened and your words replayed in his head over and over. "a kiss?" he asked. "really?" 

"only if you want though. it's pretty dumb i don't know." you looked down at the paper in your lap but his words made you look back at him.

"no, it's not dumb. um. yeah, that would be great motivation." he nervously laughs. you laughed back.

"but it has to be after getting 2 questions right." you said. he agreed, and for sure, he got 2 questions right. 

"you've turned me into a genius, y/n." he smiled. 

"you're definitely reaching nerd status." you laughed.

"well, you gave me the best motivation ever." he replied. now it hit you, you actually had to kiss him. you tried to hide the nervousness from your face. there was no turning back now. you turned to face him, crossing your legs on the bed, and placed your hand on his shoulder as you leaned in and gave him a quick peck. he looked at you as you leaned back.

"how was that?" you asked. he was quiet for a moment a little shocked that this was happening with the girl he liked but then he snapped out of it.

"i-i don't know. maybe you should uh, do it again just to be sure." he answered, making you smile.

"if you insist." you leaned in and let your lips meet again. this time it was more than a peck. his hands rested on your cheeks and yours around his shoulders. you melted into the kiss taking in the moment as the butterflies that you constantly felt seemed to go crazy. 

once you finally parted for a breath the two of you couldn't stop smiling at each other. 

"yeah, that was pretty good." rodrick said. you gave him another quick kiss but just as your lips touched the door opened. 

"hey kids, do you want- oh." it was susan and you instantly jumped away from him. "didn't i tell you to keep the door open?" 

"mom! just go away!" rodrick stood up. 

"ok ok, sorry." she walked out but made sure to leave the door very much open. as soon as you heard her footsteps fade away you couldn't help but laugh. rodrick turned to you. 

"sorry, that was a lot." you said. he laughed too and sat back down next to you. 

"i know i'm sorry." he said. 

"it's ok. i just need to make sure to kiss you when there aren't any family members around." you said.

"i agree 100%."

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

hi hello I love your writing

maybe you could do that Donna and reader are already in a relationship but nobody knows. but they have to stay Dimitrescus castle and after a couple days Daniela wants to play matchmaker with Donna and reader. After a few attempts and failing to get her sisters involved Daniela feels so confident that she’s making progress with her matchmaking and reader and Donna think it’s funny and play along. Of course soon after Daniela breaks into readers room bc she thinks there’s another woman in her bed but it’s Donna.

Yes!!! Thank you for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :)))

Matchmaking

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Word count: 5,531

Summary:  A storm made you to stay at the Dimitrescu castle with your secret girlfriend.... What could go wrong?

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))

“Cherries, oranges...” You said quietly, reviewing the order you always brought to the castle. No matter how long you had been the village's fruit supplier, you still didn't get used to being treated with respect among the Lords. “I think everything is there.”

The maid accompanying you glanced at the baskets and nodded with a smile.

“The lady says that the apples you brought last week were excellent,” young Ingrid commented, making your pride fly through the air.

“Oh, that's good, I guess,” you commented amused, crossing off the tasks completed in your small notebook.

“Of course, (Y/N), I highly doubt you'd still be here if they weren't,” the maid laughed, amused. You blinked, feeling a knot in your stomach. Sometimes you forgot who you worked for.

“Yeah...” You sighed, picking up a small one with homemade jams.

“It was a joke,” the girl said, embarrassed for having reminded you that one mistake and all the blood in your body would disappear. You smiled and nodded understandingly, before the creaking of the door caught your attention.

“Oh, Lady Beneviento,” the maid said bowing politely to the black figure that entered the warehouse.

The mystery woman nodded and you had to try hard to hide a smile and the rapid beating of your heart.

“Ingrid,” you said, drawing the attention of the maid, who was still crestfallen, intimidated by the presence of the doll maker. “You should inform Alcina of her arrival, right?” You asked, raising an eyebrow, to which the young woman nodded profusely, leaving the warehouse.

You looked at the door to see that the maid had left and approached the lady in black, who also seemed a bit nervous.

“You honor me with your presence,” you whispered, biting your lip and taking a cherry from the basket, walking petulantly towards the lady, who laughed shyly under her veil. “You should try this… It is one of the best I have ever delivered.”

With the smile not leaving your face, you reached under the black veil, popping the cherry into the lady's mouth, who laughed again, reaching out to reach your hand and hold it, swaying.

After looking at both sides, checking that no one was there, you approached slowly, lifting the black veil and kissing the Lord’s lips slowly, something that made her gasp and bring her hands to your face, walking erratically until your back collided with a wall.

“Have you missed me, Donna?” You asked lovingly, contemplating her beauty, the beauty of her smile. She nodded, before attacking your lips again with a slightly rougher, more eager kiss.

“Did you think about what I proposed to you?” She asked in a low voice, lowering her hands to your waist.

You smiled even wider and pretended to roll your eyes.

“I don't know... Leaving my filthy cabin to live in a mansion with the woman of my life...” You murmured, hanging from her neck, soaking yourself in her lavender perfume.

“What do you have to think?! Say yes and let's go to the castle, I want to play with the girls,” the Angie doll said, impatiently tugging at her owner's dress.

“Angie, you always have to ruin the romance, huh?” You protested, shaking your head. The lady's pale hand diverted your gaze back to her, who was waiting for your response even more impatiently than the doll.

“So? What do you say, tesoro?” She asked again, approaching your lips.

“Mm, if you call me tesoro again, I won't think too much about it,” you joked, caressing her cheek and making her bite her lip.

“I can call you more things...” She whispered in your ear, leaning her body against yours in that cold warehouse.

“What kind of things?” You asked back, trying not to get too hot. The lady in black opened her mouth to say something that would probably send shivers down your spine, but she regretted it when footsteps began to be heard in the snow.

“Oh, it smells like a maid,” you murmured, kissing the back of her hand and turning away from her just as Ingrid entered the room again.

“Lady Dimitrescu is waiting for you, Lady Beneviento,” she said with heavy breathing. “And for you too, (Y/N).”

You both nodded and followed the young woman up the hill that led to the castle.

It seemed crazy, unlikely, but the trust the village Lords had placed in you had unforeseen consequences.

You were used to walking to the distant estate on your errands and it didn't take you too long to get used to Donna Beneviento. Strange, disturbed and... A terribly beautiful woman.

The visits became longer and longer, until finally, that curiosity you felt was relieved, you saw her face hidden and immediately afterwards, you showed that you felt something for her with a kiss. The feeling was reciprocal, obviously, something you sensed from her nervous way of speaking to you and those eternal teas that seemed to have no end.

It could be great news, that love you were waiting for, but, even if it was, and you were convinced that it was, there were still small formalities to clarify.

Donna was shy, too shy. For some reason no one but you, well, and Angie, knew about your relationship. Maybe out of fear that Mother Miranda wouldn't approve it, or maybe because Donna didn't want to tell anyone because... Well, you didn't know why exactly. You didn't care, you were okay with it and besides, you didn't want to be the center of rumors in the village, at least until you moved in with her, which was already imminent.

“Why is my sister waiting for you?” The lady in black asked with that tone that showed the jealousy she felt. You couldn't blame her. Until she met you, she was terribly lonely. It wasn't her fault that she didn't know exactly how human relationships worked.

You looked at her out of the corner of your eyes, suppressing the urge to take her hand, and pointed to the small basket you were carrying.

“Jam,” you whispered always careful for the maid to not hear you. Donna was very good at it but you... Not so much.

“You've never brought jam to me,” Donna protested, you assumed, looking at you curiously.

“When I move in with you, I'll do it every day,” you whispered, moving your hand so it brushed hers, causing another shy laugh to come out of her veil. “Which flavor is your favorite?”

“Mm, well, I...” She began to whisper, before a terrible crash interrupted her. It seemed like thunder.

“Uh, oh... It looks bad,” you said, looking at the black clouds in the sky, which had abruptly darkened it. Donna looked up and extended her hand to check if it was raining.

“I don't think it's raining,” you said, resuming your walk before, as if it were a shower, a thin curtain of water began to bathe you. “Oh, wow…”

“Let's go inside, quickly!” Ingrid screamed, now running up the hill.

You both nodded and, picking up the Angie doll from the ground, you ran towards the castle before getting completely wet.

“For Gods’ sake...” You said, helping the maid to close the doors. The rain was merciless and tireless. “Thank goodness this was my last assignment.”

Donna nodded, checking that her dress hadn't gotten too wet.

“Are you okay Don... I mean, Lady Beneviento?” You asked, correctly placing the veil of the woman in black, who discreetly nodded.

“It seems that the storm has caught you,” a deep voice said, Alcina Dimitrescu, who was waiting for you at the entrance, with a seductive smile, as always.

“Yes, my lady,” the maid said, bowing her head. The lady in white smiled and directed her gaze towards you.

“(Y/N), punctual as always,” she murmured with that sensual tone, making Donna couldn't help but cough to let out a little of her annoyance. “Donna, you have come too…”

“Yes, my lady... The jam,” you said kindly, glancing askance at the jealous lady in black and bringing the basket to Alcina.

The lady of the castle picked it up and looked inside with a satisfied smile.

“Good job, little bird,” she told you with a subtle, but terribly seductive gesture.

“Um, yeah, I...Okay, I'm leaving,” you said nervously, not wanting to prolong poor and insecure Donna's suffering any longer.

“Why are you such in a hurry?” Alcina asked mockingly. “It's raining heavily out there. I wouldn't want anything to happen to my favorite fruit supplier. Besides, Donna and I were going to have tea, weren't we?”

“Be careful about what you say, sister, (Y/N) is...” Angie hissed, pointing an accusing wooden finger at the lady in white, who raised her eyebrows.

“Angie, shut up,” Donna snapped.

“Yes, yes, shut up, you kind of talking furniture... The girls are already in the room, I'm sure you have a lot of things to talk to them about,” Alcina said, ignoring that curious threat that caused you to blush. “Anyway, will you come with me, ladies?”

The two of you walked in silence through the corridors of the castle. It wasn't the first time you stayed there drinking tea and avoiding Alcina's flirtation, but of course, Donna didn't know that.

“My lady, the tapestries you commissioned for,” a maid said, interrupting your walk, giving you an opportunity to ask Donna a question that made you tremble.

“Angie's not going to snitch, is she?” You whispered, getting closer to the lady in black, who was maintaining a stoic pose. She looked at you briefly and shook her head.

“No, you can be sure,” Donna whispered with that soft, hoarse voice that made your heart calm down.

“You're talking behind my back, huh?” Alcina interrupted, amused, making you both immediately stand at attention, comically shaking your head, serving only to make the tall lady laugh sinisterly.

That tea was strange. The sound of rain bounced against the glass while the clock on the wall emphasized your boredom. In another corner of the room, the Dimitrescu sisters' laughter with Angie bounced off the walls. You liked them, and you wouldn't have minded spending that time with them instead of sitting in silence over a cup of tea.

“Well, now I really have to go,” you said, finishing your cup in one gulp and getting up from the couch.

“Don't be stupid, (Y/N), it's still raining,” Alcina muttered, lighting a cigarette.

You looked at Donna looking for some complicity. Like every afternoon, your daily romantic dinner awaited.

“Yes, I... I'm leaving too,” the lady in black said, standing up next to you, earning you a curious and suspicious look from Alcina.

“What are you two up to?” She asked curiously, studying your trembling posture.

“Nothing,” you said in unison, sounding even more suspicious. Alcina stood up, approaching in an intimidating manner and leaning down to look at you closer, looking for something that would give you away. You knew that the lady of the castle was anything but naive.

“Then stop acting like you do and put your asses on the couch. No one leaves. The storm is getting worse and dangerous. I will tell the maids to make dinner. Tonight you will stay here.”

“But, but...” Donna murmured, nervous.

“No buts, Donna. If Mother Miranda finds out I left my youngest sister alone in such a terrible storm she will punish me by having to put up with that idiot Heisenberg at the next meeting. And as for you... (Y/N), I'm not going to put those delicious jams in danger.”

The two of you looked at each other and shrugged, sitting back down as the lady in white disappeared with an elegant step.

“I think she knows, Donna,” you murmured, eyes glued to the door.

“You think so?” She asked, getting closer, but keeping the distance, with that tone and that discreet look.

“If she doesn’t, what does that mean?” You insisted. She shrugged again.

“Well, so what if she knows?” Donna asked, with a slightly firmer tone. Of course, if Alcina suspected that there was something between you two, the shadow of Donna’s jealousy would disappear from her mind. It wasn't such a bad thing.

“You're jealous, huh?” You joked, giving your lover a nudge that startled her, making her shake the head in an exaggerated way.

“No,” she said dryly, giving herself away.

“Yes, yes, you are...” You hummed, moving closer.

“Stai zitto...” She murmured, crossing her arms, avoiding your gaze.

“You see? You've gotten nervous,”  you mocked, raising and lowering your eyebrows. She shook her head again.

“You make me nervous, (Y/N),” she protested, just before your little game was interrupted by an irritating porcelain puppet.

“Aren't we going home?” Angie asked, curiously.

“No, Angie. We'll stay here tonight,” her owner explained, still breathing hard from that conversation.

“Good!” The doll celebrated. “(Y/N), do you play poker?” She asked you, pulling at your clothes.

“Bet lei with a bunch of bloodsucking flies? What a plan...” You joked, standing up, but not before winking at your girlfriend, who shivered angrily at your teasing.

The three Dimitrescu sisters were… Curious. They may have seemed like three normal girls, but they weren't. They could terrify anyone. But fortunately, they always liked you and that gave you a certain sense of immunity.

Time passed and the coins went from one place to another on the old carpet. As if looking for a miracle, from time to time your head turned towards the window, hoping that it would stop raining. Luck did not smile on you in that regard.

“I'm bored...” Daniela Dimitrescu protested, plopping down on the sofa next to Donna, after having lost countless games.

“That's because you're a loser,” Bela, another of the sisters, murmured, studying her cards cautiously. You smiled knowingly.

“Cass, tell her something, she called me a loser again,” the girl protested, sitting upright and squeezing her fists.

“We can deny the truth, Dani. Don't you think so, (Y/N)?” The most serene of the three, Cassandra, told you. You smiled, but shook your head, placing your cards down.

“I prefer not to say anything. I like the blood running through my veins,” you joked, sighing, hoping again for a miracle so the rain would disappear. It didn’t do it.

“Let's play something different,” Daniela interrupted again.

“What?” You asked, studying the traps of your playmates. You knew that with them, it was impossible to win, but, to see how they tried to trick, amused you.

“Hide and seek?” Angie asked, excitedly, which made your body shake with terror. No, not again...

The young Dimitrescu's gaze was directed towards Donna, who was sewing calmly, without disturbing, as absent as ever. A sinister smile caught her attention as the girl approached her, wrapping her shoulders.

“Let's play to find a girlfriend for Aunt Donna,” Daniela said, without any shame. The lady in black stirred, trying to get out of her grasp without success.

“Oh, come on, Dani. Leave her alone,” Cassandra protested, shaking her head.

“It can be funny, don't you think?” The young Dimitrescu sang, looking at you in a funny way. You had to hold back your laughter.

“Yes, yes, a girlfriend... Doesn't that sound fun, (Y/N)?” Angie said in a dark voice, looking at you psychotically.

“Shut up, Angie,” you growled, trying not to let the rest to find out. The doll laughed irritatingly and ran to the lap of her owner, who was surely wishing that the earth would swallow her.

“If Aunt Donna wants to be alone, you have to respect that, Dani,” Bela said. “Don't you think, (Y/N)?”

“Of course,” you said, your voice trembling from the attack of laughter that threatened to give you away.

“But that's very boring!” Daniela shouted, shaking your girlfriend by her shoulders. “Wouldn't you like to have a girlfriend, Aunt Donna?”

“Um, I...” The lady in black stammered, crumpling the fabric she was sewing in her hands.

“Mother says that someone to warm your bed always comes in handy,” young vampire said the, making you have to cough to hide a laugh.

“Daniela!” The other two sisters screamed, annoyed by her sister's impudence.

“(Y/N), you were single, right?” The girl asked, approaching you and releasing poor Donna from her grasp.

“Me? Yes, I’m...” You whispered, starting to be uncomfortable in that situation.

“Oh... Interesting, come on,” Daniela said, pulling your wrist to get you up and dragging you to the couch and sitting next to the lady in black, who moved to get away from your body, which she didn't want to do.

“Aunt Donna, (Y/N). (Y/N), Aunt Donna,” Daniela said, pointing at you in a kind of strange introduction. “Come on, come on, shake your hands.”

With the black veil covering her face to know her expression was impossible, but the most sensible thing was to obey that curious order. You reached out your hand towards hers and shook it half-heartedly, noticing how poor Donna was already starting to sweat.

“Well, you know each other,” Daniela said, satisfied, nodding and sitting in an armchair in front of you.

“We already knew each other, Daniela,” you said amused, leaning back on the couch with a curious look.

“Did you? Well, This is even better,” she responded, putting her legs up on the couch and sitting down childishly.

“Daniela…. Leave them alone…” Bela protested. “Mother is going to be angry…”

“Shut up, you boring thing!” Her sister screeched in response. “Aunt Donna, did you know that (Y/N) makes some delicious jams?”

Donna looked at you and then nodded.

“I had heard something about it,” the doll maker whispered, with an almost imperceptible voice. The vampire smiled pleased at the answer and put on a thoughtful look.

“(Y/N), did you know that Donna cooks very well?” She asked you, making an indiscreet smile appear on your face, nodding slowly.

“I had heard something about it,” you whispered, imitating your lover's response, something that surely made her laugh behind that horrible veil.

“Well, it's clear isn't it? You know, jam, cooking... The two things together could be interesting,” Daniela commented, as if she really didn't know what she meant. She wasn't the best matchmaker, of course, but you had to admit this kind of game was pretty interesting.

“I guess so,” you said amused, glancing at the lady in black, who seemed more relaxed.

“Yes, yes, that's the spirit!” Daniela said satisfied, joining her hands.

“Daniela, you're going to...” Cassandra murmured.

The young woman ignored her sister's protests and continued looking at you curiously, looking for a way to get you to agree on something. In reality you did, you both loved each other madly.

Daniela got up from the armchair, pacing from side to side. The Angie doll had serious problems holding back her laughter, just like you. The young woman approached you, perching on the couch and holding your chin so you could look at the woman in black.

“Look, Donna. (Y/N) is a pretty girl, right?” She asked with a childish voice, seductive at the same time.

The lady in black stared at you for a moment, you assumed with that tender look, that look that made you fall completely in love with her.

“She is,” Donna whispered in a scandalously low volume, but perceptible to Daniela, who smiled widely, letting you free from her too-strong grip.

“Well, I... I have never seen Aunt Donna’s face. I don't know what she looks like, but Mother told me that...” The young Dimitrescu murmured confused by having to explain the beauty of Donna that you weren’t supposed to know.

“That's enough,” Bela said, getting up from the floor and dragging her sister away from the couch under your watchful gaze. “Dani, you already know that Aunt Donna is very sensitive, mother says that she can suffer a crisis if we are not careful with what we say.”

“It doesn't matter. It's okay,” Donna herself interrupted, to the astonishment and triumph of the two sisters.

You were also surprised by that reaction. You didn't think it was possible, but she seemed to be enjoying this curious conversation.

“I'm sure she's a beautiful woman... The most beautiful woman in the world...” You whispered tenderly, leaning towards Donna, who laughed shyly.

You couldn't see it, but you were sure that behind that black fabric, there were rosy cheeks.

“You see? You see? It's working,” Daniela said, with a tone of victory, curing her tongue mockingly at her sister, who rolled her eyes, lying down again on the floor next to Cassandra.

“The only thing that will work is mother's punishment when she finds out that you are playing with your aunt and the fruit girl,” Cassandra murmured, laughing amused.

Daniela protested by stamping her feet on the floor, but she immediately relaxed, turning towards you again.

“Don't call her fruit girl,” she protested, “She'll be your aunt too.”

You covered your mouth to hide your laughter and took advantage of that small moment of distraction to caress Donna's hand discreetly, which made her shiver and return the caress slowly, running a finger along the back of your hand.

“Yes, yes, whatever you say...” Cassandra whispered, listlessly.

“Oh, look Dani, look!” Angie shouted, pointing to your clasped hands, causing you to separate instantly. “How cute!”

“Damn devilish doll,” you hissed, embarrassed, even more when the young Dimitrescu's face lit up.

“Keep going, keep going, you were doing very well,” she commented happily, joining your hands again. “Wow, I must have an innate talent…”

“Yes, for the problems,” Bela murmured, shaking her head.

“They were caressing their hands!” Daniela shouted, hitting her sister on the head, who looked at her furiously.

“Angie, shut up now,” you growled at the puppet, who sat between you, swinging her legs. The doll just tilted her head, thus saying that she didn't plan to do it.

“They like each other, I'm sure,” Daniela protested, engaged in a ridiculous fight with her sister. “You’re envious.”

“Envious? Come down from the clouds, little sister,” Bela said, fighting with her sister in a comical way.

“What a mess we made, huh, darling?” You whispered to your girlfriend, who nodded in amusement while your hand rested on her cheek, underneath the black fabric.

“Stop that now!” Cassandra shouted, trying to separate the vampires.

“Fight, fight, fight!” Angie encouraged, paying more attention to the fight, and not to your discreet caresses.

“Girls!” A deep voice interrupted that chaos, Alcina. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Nothing, mother,” they said agitatedly, standing at attention in front of her mother, but not before elbowing each other several times.

“Well... Ladies, dinner is served,” Alcina said elegantly, gesturing for you to get up.

Again, and followed by the three sisters and a couple of maids, you walked through the corridors, heading towards the dining room.

“(Y/N)?” A familiar voice asked, putting a hand on your shoulder. A maid, an old friend of yours surprised you, just when you were going to whisper something to your girlfriend.

“Mihaela, nice to see you,” you said with a smile, causing the lady in black to stop, turning around curiously.

“Yes, well, I've been in the castle for quite some time now and...” She began to explain, grabbing your arms affectionately, before a black cloud pounced on you.

“No, stay back!” Daniela screeched, as she materialized and pushed the maid out of your reach, sticking her tongue out at her. “Out, out, out,” she repeated, making the maid turn away, bow her head, and run away.

“Hey, she was my friend,” you protested, letting yourself be guided back to Donna, who was waiting patiently for you.

“No friends, (Y/N),” the young Dimitrescu said, taking your arm and wrapping it in that of the woman in black, who sighed... Satisfied?

“How good it has been for you,” You joked, without letting her arm go, walking in front of Daniela, who was watching you tirelessly.

“Who was that cagna?” She asked hatefully, whispering with a clenched fist. Jealousy again.

“A friend, Donna. She was my best friend for a while,” you explained, trying to make your words only audible to her. “Nothing you need to worry about.”

“Well, ladies, take a seat,” Alcina said, spreading her arms on the dining room table.

“Here, here (Y/N)!”Daniela screamed, gesturing for you to go over there, right to the chair next to Donna’s, how predictable.

With a comically chivalrous gesture, the young Dimitrescu sat you in the chair, under the furious and attentive gaze of her sisters.

The dinner was silent, despite Daniela's continuous glances, as she sat mysteriously in front of you, studying each of your gestures.

“Lady Dimitrescu, would you be so kind as to bring me the wine?” You asked kindly. As the lady nodded and grabbed the bottle, the rebellious hand of her daughter interrupted her.

“Wait, mother,” Daniela said, offering the wine to Donna. “Come on, Aunt Donna, (Y/N) wants more wine.”

Alcina looked at her with a frown as the lady in black, with trembling hands, poured some wine into your glass.

“Thank you, doll face...” You whispered, making the bottle almost slip through her sweaty hands.

“What are you playing now, Daniela?” The lady of the castle asked, oblivious to the hand that slid under the table, your hand in Donna's, calming her nerves with soft caresses.

“Aunt Donna and (Y/N) like each other, mother. I think that thanks to me they can be…” the young vampire explained, which caused a laugh from her sister Cassandra.

“Oh, is it true?” The lady asked in a dark voice, as if somehow your suspicions were true and she had known about you for a long time, which was quite likely.

“It's Daniela, mother, she's been bothering Aunt Donna and (Y/N) all the time,” Bela complained, with a look of superiority.

“I haven't bothered them, I'm sure they'll fall in love,” Daniela said, getting up from the table. Alcina continued watching you in a funny way.

“What stupid things my girls say, right, ladies?” Alcina asked in a soft voice, with that sinister smile.

“Yes, yes...” Donna murmured, not letting your hand go under the table.

Finally, and after an uncomfortable and funny dinner at the same time, it was time to sleep. The storm had not let up all the time, the idea of ​​​​spending a night, perhaps a special one with Donna had long since disappeared from your head.

“There, (Y/N), you will stay in that bedroom. Surely inside you will find something to wear,” the lady of the castle told you, opening the door of an old room.

“Thank you, my lady,” you said kindly, wanting to get into bed and forget that day, well, think about that day.

“Donna, you'll stay in this one, okay?” The lady in white murmured, opening the door in front of yours.

Your girlfriend nodded slowly.

“Do me a favor, ladies...” Alcina murmured, walking slowly, turning to look at you over her shoulder. “Don't make too much noise, I'm a light sleeper.”

“What?” You asked when the lady turned the corner.

“She knows, now I'm sure,” Donna said, nervously playing with her hands.

“Well, it doesn't matter,” you said, gently grabbing them, playing with them, getting closer to her.

“What a day, huh?” You joked, passing your hand under her veil, caressing her hot cheek from due to the blush. She nodded, linking her hand to yours.

“Maybe we should tell everyone,” she commented.

“Yes, maybe, before Daniela undresses us and puts us in a bed,” you joked, making Donna step back, overwhelmed by that insinuation.

“Well, I hope that doesn't happen,” she stammered, revealing her nervousness about the step you had not yet taken in your relationship.

“Do you? Well, I partly wish so...” You whispered seductively, lifting her veil and kissing her tenderly on the lips. “Anyway, good night, Donna.”

“Good night.”

You got into bed going over the events of the day. The lightning illuminated the room and the rain from the glass accentuated how sinister it was to be in that castle. You smiled, amused by Daniela's attitude towards you. According to Donna, she had been doing that kind of things for a while.

A noise at the door, a few silent knocks, caught your attention, causing your heart to beat quickly, scared.

“(Y/N), open the door, it's me,” the unmistakable accent and the softness of Donna's voice sent a flow of relief to your body, making you discreetly open it so the lady in black could pass by, already with her hair down and a kind of sleeping dress.

“What are you doing here at this hour, miss?” You asked amused, hanging on to her neck and attacking her mercilessly with your kisses. She laughed gasping for your tireless kisses, for all those kisses you would have given her if it weren't for that stupid storm.

“I wanted to see you,” Donna explained, pulling you onto the bed and getting into it.

“See me? What's wrong, are you cold?” You asked jokingly, joining her under her covers.

“My life is very cold without you,” she whispered affectionately, being the one who kissed you at that moment, enjoying the warmth of your bodies under the sheets.

“Mmm,” you purred, moved by her almost sickly romanticism. “Say it again, but in Italian...” she asked playfully. Donna laughed and leaned closer to your ear.

“La mia vita è molto fredda senza di te,” she whispered in your ear, making you suppress a moan at those seductive words.

“Do it again,” you asked amused, kissing her neck and causing her shyness to come to light with small laughs that you imagined weren't so scandalous.

“La mia...” She couldn't finish the sentence as your kisses attacked her again, turning that old room in the castle into a hot and lustful, anxious and hungry environment.

“Wait, (Y/N),” she said, catching her breath when your playful hands lifted her dress, letting it fall next to yours. “Our first time can't be... Here.”

“Why not?” You asked, running your hands along her bare back, also getting rid of her bra. Donna didn't seem to mind.

“It would have to be special,” she said, playing with yours, sending it flying, unable to suppress her desire.

“A huge castle under the light of lightning is not special enough?” You asked, running your hands over her chest, continuing to caress her. Her smile was all you needed to continue.

After a few gasps, rolling around fighting for supremacy in that small bed, something made you stop.

“What's happening?” Donna asked, looking around her, nervous.

“I think, I think I’ve heard...” You whispered, getting off your lover and turning on the small light on your table.

“Gotcha!” Daniela Dimitrescu rushed to the bed with a cloud of flies, making you both cover yourself, especially Donna.

“What the hell...?” You asked, pulling the sheets to cover your nakedness while Daniela looked for clues throughout the room, grabbing a black bra from the floor, one that wasn't yours.

“What does this mean, (Y/N)?” Daniela said, with an accusatory tone, throwing the garment in your face with contempt.

“Wait, let me...”

“No! I spent the afternoon making you and my aunt fall in love! And what do you do? To get into bed with a whore maid,” She said furiously, clenching her fists on both sides of her waist.

“I think you're wrong,” you said with relative calm, inevitably smiling.

“I'm thinking of telling Donna. You're going to make her cry and you'll pay for that,” Daniela said before leaving the room, making your girlfriend leave her hiding place and peek out of the sheets, sitting next to you.

“Daniela, wait,” she said with a broken, but confident voice.

“Don't dare to give orders to me, you bitch! You're going to...” The vampire squealed, stamping her feet on the ground until she got a good look at your companion. “Aunt Donna… Is that you?”

She nodded, searching for her black veil, forgetting that she hadn't brought it.

“Wow... You are more beautiful than mother had told us,” Daniela whispered, approaching and sitting on the bed, embarrassingly close to your naked bodies.

“There is no maid,” you said, covering your girlfriend better, who was trembling because of her nerves.

Daniela’s shocked face changed to one of happiness, hugging you both awkwardly.

“I knew! I knew it would work!” She screamed, squeezing you tightly. “You'll see when I tell my sisters, they're going to be tired of apologizing,” she said triumphantly, separating to your relief and walking towards the door. “I’m the best. Knock knock, who is it? The best couple creator in history, the infallible, the only, the inimitable Daniela...”

Her words were lost as she walked out of the room, still flattering herself.

“Um... Maybe we should tell her that...” You said amused, scratching the back of your neck.

“She seems happy,” Donna said, resting her head on your shoulder, forgetting about that embarrassing moment.

“You're right. Let's let her enjoy her victory. Besides, tomorrow is a hard day. You'll have to help me with the move, my dear Donna...”

[jjungkookislife]

Mother Dearest

pairing: jungkook x f. reader

genre: fake dating au, fluff, college au, Christmas au, [18+]

summary: Jungkook makes an important phone call regarding his plans for the holidays.

wc: 766

warnings: allusions to anxiety, mention of condoms, and allusions to sex

a/n: this takes place before Jungkook goes home for the holidays.

date: January 13, 2024

part one part two

“Jungkook!” His mother’s voice greets him after he waits for her to answer his phone call. 

“Hi, mom. How are you?” He asks as he sits on his desk chair, eyeing the quiz he had taken with Jimin just thirty minutes before. Jungkook tapped his pen as he reviewed the answers he got wrong and wondered if he was in over his head. 

Would this plan even work? 

“Good, your father is making dinner tonight, and Seojun made dessert. You just missed him,” his mom informs him. Jungkook chuckles. He texted his brother almost every day, so he was up to date on all things concerning his brother. 

“That’s great,” Jungkook smiles and he is genuine with his words. He ignores the bubbling guilt in his stomach as the tapping of his pen grows more frantic and he starts bouncing his knee. He was grateful his mother wasn’t in front of him to notice. 

Aera doesn’t notice his silence as she rattles on about everything he’s missed since Thanksgiving. The Christmas parade was just this past weekend and she’s hopeful Jungkook will eventually be able to join the family when he graduates. 

Jungkook loved the parade. The floats were always magical, and his parents would help out whenever possible. Even his grandmother had been a participant for decades before his parents ever joined in. Jungkook has several photographs of himself and Seojun aboard a float every year until his Senior year of high school. 

After the parade, the town has a festival with food vendors, rides, and musical performances. If finals weren’t around the same time, he’d make the two-hour drive home every year but he needs to focus on his studies for now. 

“Jungkook?” His mother’s voice brings him out of his thoughts. 

“Hm?” He hums in response.

“Is your partner coming for Christmas?” Aera asks a second time. 

“Uh, my girlfriend? Yeah, totally. Yes, they are,” Jungkook clears his throat. 

“Wonderful! We’ll get Seojun’s old room ready for you and she can sleep in yours. Is that okay?” 

“Yeah,” Jungkook sighs in relief. “That’ll be perfect.”

“I know you probably sleep together,” Aera laughs. “But we’d prefer it this way.”

“No, I understand,” Jungkook affirms. “Whatever you guys want.”

“Make sure you’re using condoms, Jungkook,” Aera states as she takes a seat at the kitchen table. “I’m too young to be a grandmother.”

“Mom!” Jungkook exclaims, his cheeks already turning pink from embarrassment. 

“I’m just saying,” Aera laughs again. “I remember those college years with your father.”

“Mom!” 

“Tell me about your girlfriend, Kook. What does she like? Do you think she’d like a pair of pajamas? Is she allergic to anything?” 

Jungkook answers all his mother’s questions as best as he can. She takes notes as she listens attentively. Seojun had shown him a few pictures when he arrived, not wanting to go through every post his little brother made on his Instagram when he was only stopping by to drop off dessert. 

“She seems like such a lovely girl from what I’ve seen. I can’t wait to meet her, son,” Aera smiles as she looks over the notes in her little notebook. She has a habit of doodling on the corners of her page while she talks on the phone, and Jungkook seems to do the same thing.

“Yeah, she’s great,” Jungkook said as he chewed his bottom lip nervously. “I think you’ll like her.”

“We can’t wait to meet her! Oh, your father and I are so excited! Do you love her?” his mother asks, and Jungkook ignores the flutters of his heart.

Sheepishly, Jungkook smiles to himself as he taps the pen on his desk a little slower. I think I’m falling for her, is what he’d like to say but it’s just a ploy. Nothing will come of this once they return to campus, so why get his mother’s hopes up?

“It’s still too early to tell, Mom,” he lies as he turns in his chair, chewing on the end of his pen. “But she’s wonderful.”

Aera hums in acknowledgment. “As long as you’re happy, honey. We can’t wait to see you.”

“I’ll call you soon, Mom. Bye. Love you.”

“Love you, Kook. Bye,” his mother hangs up first like always, and Jungkook hits ‘end call’ on his phone. He sets it down on the desk as he spins around to set the pen on it as well. His elbows rest on the mahogany surface, his hands covering his face as he lets out a somewhat muffled scream.

“I’m so fucked,” he grumbles into the palms of his hands.

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[duvetfawn]

Chapter IV

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PAIRING: Professor!Benedict Cumberbatch x fem!reader

WARNINGS: Some eventual swearing. Nothing in particular.

WORD COUNT: 6.6k

A/N: I finally updated! These days I mainly focused on one-shots, as I enjoy writing them a lot. I will post a Dr. Strange one soon. Enjoy your reading!

The morning unfolded in slow, deliberate motions. You went through your routine—shower, coffee, a glance at the clock every few minutes—but your mind was far from present. Instead, it clinged to the email you received the night before, the one that managed to unravel your carefully maintained sense of calm.

Professor Cumberbatch’s words had been brief, stripped of any unnecessary pleasantries.

There had been no warmth in his tone, no invitation to feel at ease. Instead, it read like a summons, as though you were being called to stand trial rather than meet with an instructor. You had spent the night combing through every page of Crime and Punishment, devouring lecture notes as though your life depended on it, annotating feverishly to ensure you wouldn’t embarrass yourself. Still, the knot of tension in your stomach hasn’t loosened since.

Subject: Preliminary Meeting

Miss Andrews,

I have reviewed your request to attend my course. Before our first session, it is imperative that you acquaint yourself with the material. Specifically, Dostoevskij’s Crime and Punishment. Attached, you will find the syllabus and my lecture notes thus far.

We will meet tomorrow at 3:00 p.m., one hour before the course begins, in my office to assess your preparedness and address any concerns. Do not be late.

— Professor Benedict Cumberbatch

By 2:45 p.m., you found yourself standing outside his office door. The hallway was silent save for the faint hum of fluorescent lights. The nameplate on the door—Professor Benedict Cumberbatch, Department of Literature—glistened with an almost intimidating polish. You hesitated for a moment, clutching your notebook tightly, before raising your hand to knock.

“Come in.”

His voice carried through the wood—measured, low, and effortlessly commanding. You stepped inside, and the room was everything you imagined. The walls were lined with bookshelves, each one painstakingly organized, their spines a kaleidoscope of leather and faded titles. The scent of old paper and ink lingered in the air, grounding you as your gaze finally landed on him.

Professor Cumberbatch was seated behind his desk, pen poised in hand as though your knock barely warranted his attention. He finished scribbling something on the page before setting the pen down with deliberate precision. His sharp blue eyes finally lifted to meet yours, and in that instant, you felt as though every part of you was being scrutinized.

“Miss Andrews,” he said, his voice cool and detached. “You’re early.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, standing straighter. “I thought it best.”

He gestured to the chair across from him, and you sank into it, careful to maintain an air of composure. He studied you for a moment longer before leaning back in his chair.

“Have you reviewed the material I sent?”

“Yes,” you replied quickly, opening your notebook to reveal the dense web of annotations you made. “I’ve read Crime and Punishment and studied the lecture notes. I also highlighted some sections I thought were particularly relevant to your syllabus.”

His eyes flicked down to the open notebook, scanning your notes with an expression so neutral it borders on dismissive. “Good,” he says finally. “Then tell me: what do you make of Raskolnikov’s justification for his crime?”

There was no preamble, no warm-up question to ease into the discussion. He was testing you, and you knew it. You took a steadying breath, forcing yourself to focus.

“Raskolnikov believes his crime is justified by his theory of the ‘extraordinary man,’” you began, your voice steady despite the tension in the room. “He convinces himself that some individuals are above morality, that they can break societal laws for the greater good. But his guilt proves otherwise. He can’t reconcile his theory with his own humanity, and that internal conflict ultimately unravels him.”

A flicker of something—approval, maybe—crossed his face, but it was gone so quickly you wondered if you imagined it. He leaned forward slightly, his fingers steepled as he watched you.

“And Sonia?” he asked. “What role does she play in his so-called redemption?”

You hesitated, not because you didn’t know the answer, but because his gaze was so piercing it was as if he was dissecting your every thought before you could speak.

“Sonia represents the opposite of everything Raskolnikov stands for,” you said carefully. “Where he isolates himself with pride and intellectual arrogance, she is humble and self-sacrificing. She forces him to confront the parts of himself he tries to suppress—his guilt, his need for connection. Without her, I don’t think he could accept redemption.”

For a moment, silence hung between you. Then, to your surprise, the faintest hint of a smile touched the corner of his mouth.

“Not bad,” he said, his tone softening just enough to make you blink. “You’ve grasped the essence of the text, though your analysis of Sonia could be more nuanced.”

It was the closest thing to praise you’ve ever heard from him, and it left you momentarily off balance. He didn’t give you a chance to dwell on it, straightening and gesturing toward the clock on the wall.

“The course begins in fifteen minutes,” he said briskly. “You may go ahead to the lecture hall. I’ll join shortly.”

You stood, gathering your notebook. As you headed to the door, you paused, glancing back. He had already returned to his notes, pen in hand, as though the last hour hadn’t just altered the course of your life.

“Thank you,” you said, your voice quieter than you intended.

He didn’t look up, merely nodding in acknowledgment.

The walk to the lecture hall felt surreal, your thoughts a tangled mess of relief and intrigue. You took a seat in the middle of the room, your notebook open before you, though the words blur together. You replayed the conversation in your mind, analyzing every glance, every shift in his tone, searching for clues about what he might have thought of you.

When he entered the room, the energy changed. Conversations faded into silence as every head turned to follow him. He strided to the podium with an effortless authority, the same cold precision you’d felt in his office now amplified in the lecture hall.

As he began to speak, his voice steady and deliberate, you forced yourself to take notes, though your hand trembled slightly. At one point, his gaze swept across the room, and for a fleeting moment, it landed on you.

Your breath catched. It was a brief, unspoken acknowledgment that felt almost electric, gone before anyone else could notice. You quickly looked down at your notebook, gripping your pen tighter.

You only just began this course, but something told you that semester wouldn’t be anything like the ones that came before.

The classroom was filled with a quiet hum as Cumberbatch’s monotonous voice washed over the students, but you could sense the tension in the air. The topic of the day was the first chapter of Crime and Punishment, a brilliant piece of literature, yet his treatment of it was nothing short of clinical. You, however, were engrossed. You’d read and re-read the passage, thoroughly enjoying the deep dive into Raskolnikov’s psyche. It was, to you, an intellectual delight. The themes of guilt, morality, and the human condition stirred something in you, and for a moment, you almost forgot where you were.

Cassie, on the other hand, had her head resting in her hand, her blonde hair falling like a curtain over her frustrated face. She wasn’t even pretending to pay attention anymore. She never had much luck with literature like this—Crime and Punishment felt like an insurmountable wall to her. For Cassie, who was more the practical type, a dense psychological novel like this one seemed like a language she couldn’t quite grasp. She’d been visibly irritated since Cumberbatch had started, scribbling half-heartedly on her notes, trying to avoid his gaze.

Felix was sitting next to you, and he seemed to be holding up slightly better than Cassie. He wasn’t engaged, but at least he wasn’t visibly frustrated. He looked at you, mouthing a quick question, his brow furrowing in a mix of confusion and concern.

“Are we supposed to be focusing on Raskolnikov’s state of mind or the way Dostoevskij is framing his moral dilemma?” Felix whispered just loudly enough for you to hear, but not for Cumberbatch to notice. You could tell he was trying to make sense of the dense reading. He was one of those who wasn’t quite as adept with literature, but he tried, and you had to give him credit for that.

You glanced over at Felix, giving a small, reassuring smile. “I think it’s both. The way Dostoevskij presents Raskolnikov’s inner turmoil is key, but Cumberbatch will likely want us to focus on the moral aspects. He’s all about the philosophy behind it.”

Felix nodded, looking slightly more relieved but still unsure. You noticed that Cassie shot you both a quick glance, a faint but amused smile curving her lips. You could almost read her thoughts as she rolled her eyes. She was still not on the same page as the rest of you.

Felix tried his best to follow along with the professor’s lecture, his eyes flicking from his notes to the professor, and back to you for reassurance. Cassie, however, was openly rebelling against the whole affair. She whispered, “I swear, if I get another C on this, I’m going to lose it.” Her tone was bitter, but there was a dark humor to it too.

You wanted to offer her some support, but the environment in the room didn’t exactly encourage open conversation. Cumberbatch was pacing the front of the room, his presence somehow even more oppressive when he wasn’t speaking. You tried to keep your voice low, offering a soft reply. “Just stick with it, Cass. I know it’s tough, but the more you dig into the text, the clearer it’ll get.”

She didn’t seem convinced, but at least she didn’t push back. Her attention flickered momentarily back to Cumberbatch, who was still speaking about Raskolnikov’s disdain for the world around him. The professor’s voice was clinical and emotionless, almost as if the words had lost all their humanity. His lecture was devoid of warmth, even when talking about the most profound elements of Dostoevskij’s work. It was an academic dissection, stripped of any passion.

As you glanced at Felix again, you caught a brief moment where his eyes met yours. There was a fleeting understanding there—an acknowledgment of the absurdity of it all. The way Cumberbatch seemed to suck the life out of the material. But you knew Felix wasn’t one for voicing too much dissent, not like Cassie. He just took it in silence, hoping that somehow he’d pass, no matter how hard it seemed.

The lecture stretched on, and you found yourself more and more immersed in the text itself. You loved how Dostoevskij explored the fractured psyche of Raskolnikov, the way the first chapter delved into his conflicting thoughts, his inner justifications for his crime, and the growing sense of dread that overtook him. You could sense the weight of the guilt he would soon face, even if he wasn’t quite ready to acknowledge it. It was all so beautifully tragic, and you were itching to discuss it further. But, of course, you couldn’t. Not while Cumberbatch was present, his eyes like sharp daggers, ever watchful for any sign of rebellion or careless remarks.

Meanwhile, Cassie was shifting uncomfortably in her seat, her eyes darting to the clock. She knew she wasn’t getting it. She knew she was going to fail again.

“I can’t do this,” she whispered to you, as quiet as a mouse. You could feel the weight of her defeat in her voice. You didn’t have a good answer for her. You were good at this, but you knew how different everyone’s struggles were with the material. It wasn’t the first time you’d seen her sink into frustration.

Felix turned to you again, his voice barely above a whisper. “Do you think he’ll ask us about the moral dilemma? The whole ‘extraordinary man’ thing, or is he going to focus on the psychology of it all?”

“Probably both,” you answered, turning your attention back to Cumberbatch. He was pacing again, his sharp voice slicing through the air as he made a point about Raskolnikov’s belief that some people—those who were ‘extraordinary’—were above the law. You found it interesting that Cumberbatch didn’t seem to care much for the philosophical weight of the question, instead focusing only on the mental gymnastics Raskolnikov performs to justify his own crimes.

Cassie huffed, clearly losing patience. “Ugh, if he mentions that ‘extraordinary man’ thing one more time, I’m going to scream. I’m already failing, and now I have to worry about whether I’m ‘extraordinary’ or not.” She leaned back in her chair, her blonde hair spilling over her shoulder as she crossed her arms, sulking.

Felix shot her a sympathetic look, then glanced at you, giving you an expectant look. You could tell he was hoping you had some magic solution. But there was no magic here. Only the endless grind of trying to make sense of a professor who seemed to enjoy creating confusion instead of understanding.

Despite everything, though, you couldn’t help but feel a certain pull to the material. It was fascinating to watch Cumberbatch unravel the moral philosophy, even if he was doing so in his own cold, detached way. You felt like you were in a strange intellectual dance with him, navigating through Dostoevsky’s labyrinth, even though he didn’t seem interested in guiding you through it. It was a fight you were willing to engage in. It wasn’t about the grades; it was about the knowledge. But you knew, too, that the others weren’t quite as driven.

The class wore on, with more subtle whispers between you, Felix, and Cassie, as you all tried to make sense of it. You found yourself unable to shake the feeling that, despite the tension in the room, you were still playing this game better than anyone else. And even if your friends were struggling, at least you had the insight to see through the fog, to pull meaning from the dense words of Dostoevsky. But it wasn’t lost on you that in this strange, academic world, Cumberbatch had already marked you as different—a challenger to his quiet authority in the room.

The lecture continued, each minute feeling like it dragged longer than the last. Cumberbatch’s voice was steady and unwavering, dissecting the moral philosophy embedded within Dostoevsky’s Crime and Punishment with a precision that left little room for interpretation. His delivery, while cold and analytical, held a certain intensity—an intensity you couldn’t help but be drawn to. Unlike Felix and Cassie, who seemed to shut themselves off from the professor’s lectures, you found yourself captivated, eager to immerse yourself in the complexities of the text. His ability to lay out Raskolnikov’s inner turmoil in such a clear-cut way fascinated you, even if his emotional detachment sometimes left you yearning for a deeper, more nuanced conversation.

As he spoke, you stole a glance at Cassie. Her blonde hair was tangled messily around her face, her fidgeting betraying the clear frustration she was feeling. She was rolling her eyes, muttering under her breath whenever she thought Cumberbatch wasn’t paying attention, but it was no use. She had been struggling with the course from the very beginning, and it only seemed to be getting worse. Despite her usual exuberance, Cassie’s mood was a sharp contrast to the enthusiasm that had once defined her.

Felix, on the other hand, sat hunched over his desk, fingers drumming against the wood in a rhythmic pattern of frustration. The sarcasm he usually wore so comfortably had faded. Every so often, he would turn toward you, raising his eyebrows or giving you a look that conveyed how little he was absorbing. Felix had always found it hard to keep up with Cumberbatch’s cold, calculating way of teaching, and his growing frustration with the course was becoming more evident by the minute.

You, however, felt something different. Where your friends saw an unapproachable, distant professor, you saw someone who, beneath that frosty exterior, had a depth of knowledge and passion for the material that was impossible to ignore. You had come to admire Cumberbatch’s ability to dissect Crime and Punishment with such an exacting lens. His focus on Raskolnikov’s philosophical dilemma, the conflict between his desire for transcendence and the moral weight of his actions, resonated with you on a level that others just didn’t seem to grasp. You were beginning to understand the power of his teaching style, even if it wasn’t what Cassie or Felix appreciated.

But as the lecture continued, Cumberbatch’s eyes scanned the room with a sharp, calculating gaze. His piercing look swept over the class, pausing briefly on each student’s face, as though weighing whether they were paying attention, or whether they had succumbed to apathy. You couldn’t help but feel that, in some way, he was constantly testing you, evaluating your understanding of the material.

“Let’s delve deeper into Raskolnikov’s character,” Cumberbatch said, breaking the silence that had settled over the room. “What does his justification for murder reveal about his view on society? Is his theory of ‘extraordinary’ individuals something that could be applied to the real world, or is it a sign of his inherent instability?” His eyes locked with yours, waiting for a response.

You straightened up in your seat, heart beating slightly faster. There was something in the way he phrased the question, a subtle challenge buried within his words. You knew this wasn’t just a simple answer about the book—it was a way for him to gauge your depth of understanding. You leaned forward, fully aware of the weight of the question.

“Raskolnikov’s justification for murder is deeply tied to his alienation from society,” you began, choosing your words carefully. “He sees himself as above the law, an ‘extraordinary’ individual who can transcend moral boundaries for the greater good. His theory reflects a radical rejection of traditional moral constraints. But ultimately, this belief is a dangerous delusion. It’s not so much that he believes he’s above the law, but that he’s unable to reconcile his intellectual ideals with his emotional and moral self. It’s a manifestation of his inner turmoil—his instability.”

Cumberbatch’s eyes narrowed, a faint glimmer of something—whether approval or contemplation—it was hard to tell. He gave a small nod, as though considering your words.

“Interesting,” he muttered, his voice low but clear. “So, you would argue that Raskolnikov’s philosophical beliefs are a symptom of his inner conflict, rather than a clear-headed rationale for murder?” His tone was clinical, as though he was conducting an experiment and you were a specimen under the microscope.

“Yes,” you responded, the conviction in your voice surprising even yourself. “Raskolnikov’s belief that he’s above others is rooted in a deep-seated insecurity. His rejection of the law is an attempt to rationalize his own weakness, to create a framework in which he can justify his actions. But it’s unstable. He can’t fully escape the moral consequences of what he does.”

Cumberbatch leaned back slightly in his chair, his gaze unwavering. “And do you think his belief is entirely unique to him? Or could it be something that exists in others, albeit in different forms?”

You paused for a moment, mulling over the question. You had always believed that the core of Raskolnikov’s struggle was his isolation, his inability to connect with others. You saw it as an existential crisis, a personal reckoning that many might face in different ways, even if not so drastically. “I think it exists in others, though perhaps not in such extreme forms,” you said slowly. “The belief that one is somehow above society’s rules—whether it’s a direct rejection of law, or more subtle justifications for selfish actions—can emerge in anyone who feels disillusioned with the system or trapped by it. But Raskolnikov takes it to an extreme, believing that murder is justified for a higher cause.”

Cumberbatch’s lips quirked slightly, though it was hard to tell if he was impressed or merely evaluating. “Very well,” he said, turning his gaze to the rest of the class. “Anyone else care to weigh in on this?”

The rest of the class fell into a brief, awkward silence. You knew that most of your classmates were either too intimidated by Cumberbatch or too lost in their own confusion to contribute. Cassie was staring at the desk in front of her, her frustration mounting as she clenched her jaw, no doubt stewing over her inability to grasp what you were discussing so easily. Felix shifted uncomfortably in his seat, eyes glazed over.

But the focus shifted away from the class as Cumberbatch continued his lecture. He moved on to the philosophical implications of Raskolnikov’s actions, discussing the tension between theory and reality in Dostoevsky’s narrative. You remained immersed, following along, your mind buzzing with ideas and questions. The rhythm of Cumberbatch’s teaching, no matter how cold, was beginning to form a kind of structure in your own thinking. It felt like you were slowly piecing together a puzzle that no one else could see.

Cassie shot you a quick, frustrated glance, but you offered her a small, sympathetic smile. She shook her head in response, silently communicating that she was done trying to follow. Felix, too, seemed to have checked out, though he gave you an approving nod when Cumberbatch returned his attention to the rest of the class.

The rest of the lecture seemed to pass in a haze of intellectual fervor, each word from Cumberbatch drawing you deeper into the complexities of Crime and Punishment as though the novel itself had taken on a life of its own within the classroom. Your mind spun with new insights, while your classmates—Cassie and Felix, especially—remained mired in confusion. Cassie’s blonde hair, which had once glowed like sunshine in the lecture hall, now looked like a tangled mess as she sighed, repeatedly running her hands through it in frustration. Felix’s usual sharp humor was entirely absent, his gaze locked on his desk with a look that screamed exasperation. They hated the way the professor ran the class, how his cold exterior made him almost impossible to approach. But for you, it was different. There was a certain intellectual spark in his words that drew you closer, making you feel like you were engaging in an actual conversation, even if he barely acknowledged it.

Every time Cumberbatch’s eyes flicked over to you, there was an almost imperceptible pause, like he was checking to see if you were following him or if you’d be the one to speak next. You didn’t shy away from it—on the contrary, you leaned into it. Each time he posed a question or made a provocative statement about Raskolnikov’s philosophical dilemmas, your hand was the first to shoot up. You weren’t afraid to engage, and it felt as though you were gaining his respect with each response.

The tension between you and your friends was subtle but ever-present. As Cumberbatch’s lecture stretched on, you could feel the palpable discomfort in Felix’s posture—his arms crossed tightly, a faint scowl on his lips—and the almost physical distance between you and Cassie as she slouched further into her chair, eyes fixed firmly on the paper in front of her, where she was doodling aimlessly, likely to distract herself from the frustration mounting inside her.

It didn’t escape your notice that they rarely looked at you anymore. They were irritated by your enthusiasm for the class, though they never said it outright. Still, you could sense the subtle discomfort, especially from Cassie. Her resentment of the professor had only grown since the beginning of the semester, and now, it was almost as though she resented you, too, for the way you seemed to thrive in Cumberbatch’s presence.

Felix was quieter now, his sarcastic remarks stifled beneath his frustration. You knew he had never been good at hiding his displeasure, but even he seemed to have given up on finding humor in the situation. It was as though they had both resigned themselves to the fact that they didn’t understand what Cumberbatch was teaching, and no matter how many times they tried to voice their confusion, the professor never seemed to care enough to offer more clarity.

“You’re quite engaged in today’s lecture,” Cumberbatch remarked in his low, clipped tone, as though the words were meant only for you. He had been pacing the front of the room, lost in his own thoughts about Dostoevsky’s exploration of morality and human nature. When his eyes landed on you, there was that same faint, inscrutable look, like a challenge wrapped in quiet approval. “I appreciate that. Most of the class has been… shall we say, distracted.”

Cassie’s eyes shot up at the mention of the word “distracted,” and her jaw tightened as she met your gaze. You knew she didn’t like being singled out, especially not when Cumberbatch made it clear she was struggling to grasp the material. Felix, too, shifted uncomfortably, though his expression remained neutral, almost dismissive. But you didn’t feel the need to defend yourself. You simply nodded, maintaining eye contact with the professor, aware that his praise came with an unspoken challenge.

“Yes, Professor,” you said, your voice steady and composed. “I think the themes of moral degradation in Crime and Punishment are particularly compelling. Raskolnikov’s descent into madness isn’t just about his crime—it’s about the philosophy that fuels it. His inability to reconcile his theory with the reality of human emotions, guilt, and remorse makes his justification for murder completely unstable.”

Cumberbatch’s gaze seemed to linger on you just a bit longer than before, his lips curling slightly, though his face remained impassive. “Interesting,” he said, his voice cool but laced with something that resembled… approval? You couldn’t be sure. “And how does this philosophical conflict relate to the more practical aspects of the story? How do Raskolnikov’s interactions with others—the people he encounters—serve to challenge or reinforce his beliefs?”

You thought for a moment, careful to piece together your answer. “Raskolnikov’s interactions with people like Sonia and Marmeladov are crucial to his internal conflict,” you replied, feeling a spark of excitement as you spoke. “They represent the humanity that Raskolnikov is trying to distance himself from, the moral compass he denies but can’t fully escape. Sonia’s self-sacrifice and moral clarity challenge his intellectual justifications. And in his mind, people like her only reinforce his belief that the world is divided into the ‘ordinary’ and the ‘extraordinary.’ But, ultimately, it’s Sonia who cracks his façade. Her forgiveness is the catalyst for his eventual collapse.”

Cumberbatch didn’t respond immediately, instead allowing a long, thoughtful pause to fill the air. His eyes never left you as he continued to weigh your words. For a moment, it felt like you were the only one in the room, and the lecture had ceased to be a mere discussion of Dostoevsky’s novel. It felt personal—intense, almost.

“You’ve captured it well,” he finally said, his voice slightly softer than usual, though still commanding. “Raskolnikov’s belief in the superiority of his theory is shattered by his interaction with others. It is in these interactions that he’s forced to confront the very humanity he wishes to escape. There’s power in that confrontation. More than Raskolnikov understands.”

You nodded, though his words lingered in your mind. There was something about his analysis, something in the way he looked at you, that made you feel like he wasn’t just lecturing. It felt more like he was speaking directly to you—inviting you to understand Raskolnikov not just as a character in a book, but as a reflection of something deeper, something that transcended the text itself.

The moment passed, and Cumberbatch moved on, his next question directed toward the rest of the class, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that this conversation—this exchange—was far from over. Cassie shot you a quick glance, the flicker of annoyance still evident in her eyes, and Felix gave you a small, tight-lipped smile, though it was unclear whether it was meant to be encouraging or sarcastic.

But for you, the moment held something different. It was clear now, more than ever, that you and Cumberbatch were beginning to share a deeper understanding—one that went beyond the classroom. You weren’t just answering questions in a cold, detached lecture hall anymore. You were engaging with him, and that connection was something neither Felix nor Cassie could understand.

“Remember,” Cumberbatch said, his tone authoritative, “the crux of Crime and Punishment lies not in the act of murder itself but in the mind of the murderer, the ethical philosophy that drives it, and the inevitable disintegration of that mind under the weight of guilt. We’ll continue to explore these themes next week.”

There was a brief silence as everyone gathered their belongings, the only sounds the rustle of papers and the soft click of laptop screens closing. You glanced at Felix and Cassie—Cassie, as expected, had already begun muttering under her breath, likely cursing both the class and her luck with it. Felix, on the other hand, still looked as though he was wrestling with a million thoughts, his gaze far off and distant. Neither seemed particularly eager to talk, but they both knew you well enough to understand that you’d been thriving in Cumberbatch’s environment.

Felix gave you a fleeting glance, an almost imperceptible smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. It wasn’t the sarcastic, mocking grin he often wore after a class he thought was a waste of time. This one was more sincere, tinged with a slight sense of amusement—or maybe resignation. “Looks like you’re his favorite now, huh?” he muttered low enough for only you to hear, his voice soft but filled with that familiar hint of teasing.

You rolled your eyes, but there was no malice in your response. “Don’t be ridiculous,” you said quietly, knowing full well Felix’s half-joking jab was a defense mechanism. He wasn’t used to seeing you thrive in something you were so clearly passionate about, and the idea that you were somehow slipping away from him, aligning yourself with a professor he despised, seemed to irk him.

Meanwhile, Cassie, who had been busy stuffing her things into her bag, let out a loud sigh as she shot you a pointed look. “I don’t get it,” she said bluntly, not bothering to keep her voice low. “He’s such a… a pompous jerk. Why are you so into him? You’ve read the book a million times, so I get that, but he’s not exactly easy to, I don’t know, get along with.” Her words hung in the air, tinged with frustration and something else—jealousy, perhaps? She didn’t really understand how you could find Cumberbatch’s coldness stimulating, but that was precisely what had drawn you in. His aloofness only added to the intensity of the class, and his ability to challenge you, to make you think in ways you hadn’t expected, felt like a rare opportunity.

You shot her a quick, understanding glance, feeling the unspoken tension between the three of you. “He’s just… different,” you replied, your voice steady. “It’s not about liking him as a person—it’s about the way he makes us see things in a new light. Sometimes that’s more valuable than just being ‘liked.’” You could feel Cassie’s glare intensify but chose to ignore it, opting instead to pack your own things.

As you stood up to leave, you noticed Cumberbatch standing at the front of the room, seemingly lost in his thoughts. He was scanning a few papers, not paying attention to the students filing out. But just before you turned to join your friends, he caught your eye. His gaze held yours for a beat longer than usual, an unspoken acknowledgment passing between you. For a fleeting moment, it felt like you were the only two left in the room. It wasn’t warm, exactly—not the kind of acknowledgment that made you feel welcome or valued—but it was something deeper. Something that spoke to an understanding, a shared intellectual connection that no one else in the room could see or experience.

You stood there for a moment, caught between leaving with your friends or taking that extra second to savor the subtle but meaningful exchange. Finally, you broke the stare and turned, joining Felix and Cassie as they made their way toward the door. As you walked past Cumberbatch, you could still feel his presence, his silent attention on you. It was both unnerving and exhilarating in equal measure.

Outside the classroom, the air felt different—charged, perhaps, with the weight of the discussion you’d just had, or with the awkward tension between you and your friends. Felix walked beside you, his face still unreadable, but Cassie’s posture was stiff, her body language a clear sign of her frustration. You knew this wouldn’t be the last time they’d voice their discontent with the class or the professor. And yet, part of you found it hard to care. You’d never felt more connected to the material, and even more so to the professor who had been an enigma since day one.

As the three of you exited the building, the cold air of the late afternoon hit you, but it felt oddly refreshing after the stuffy intensity of the lecture hall. You took a deep breath, knowing this would likely be the first of many more such encounters with Cumberbatch. You were more than prepared for it.

The walk back to your apartment was a quiet one. Cassie kept her distance, walking slightly ahead of you and Felix, her usual energy subdued, likely from her growing frustration with both the course and, particularly, Cumberbatch. Felix walked beside you, his shoulders hunched as if he was already bracing himself for the inevitable conversation that would happen once you got home.

As you reached the front door of your apartment building, Felix gave you a sideways glance. “Are you really going to keep playing this game with him?” he asked, his voice laced with a mixture of disbelief and concern. “I mean, I get that you want to excel, but you’re not going to get anything out of it if he keeps treating you like some sort of… puzzle to be solved.”

You didn’t answer immediately, taking a moment to unlock the door. His words stung a little, but you knew Felix’s tendency to overreact. “I’m not playing a game,” you said softly. “I just think there’s something more to him. And… I don’t know. I feel like I understand his approach better than you do. You’re both too focused on the way he treats you—”

Cassie, having already opened the door to your shared apartment, whipped around sharply. Her expression was a blend of frustration and something else—maybe jealousy. She crossed her arms, her blonde hair falling in a perfect curtain around her shoulders. “You don’t get it, do you? He doesn’t treat anyone well. And you’re just letting him get away with it,” she snapped. “It’s not about what he’s teaching. He’s just a pompous jerk, and he’s going to end up ruining your grade just like he ruined mine.”

You paused, looking between Felix and Cassie. You could feel the tension growing, and the last thing you wanted was for it to escalate, but it was hard to ignore how their frustrations had been festering since that first lecture.

“I don’t think he’s trying to ruin anyone,” you said, keeping your voice steady, though it had a slightly defensive edge. “You two aren’t the only ones who’ve had issues with him. I’m not saying he’s perfect, but he’s teaching in a way that makes me think. And isn’t that the whole point?”

Cassie snorted, clearly annoyed. “Look, I don’t care how much you try to defend him, but I’m telling you, he’s no different from every other professor who thinks they’re above everyone else. And I’ve had enough of it.”

Felix sighed, rubbing his temples as he flopped down onto the couch. “Great. This is going to be one of those weeks again, huh?” His tone was dry, but you could sense the weariness in it.

You didn’t want to fight. Not today. Not when you still had the lingering warmth of Cumberbatch’s subtle attention in your mind, his unspoken acknowledgment that made your pulse quicken. It was the kind of thing you couldn’t easily explain to Felix or Cassie, who were both too caught up in their disdain for the professor to see the allure in the challenge he presented.

You made your way into the kitchen, trying to break the tension with the routine of making tea. You knew Cassie and Felix were still processing the class, the professor, and the odd sense of distance that had been growing between you and them. But as the tea steeped, you couldn’t help but wonder if this was just the beginning. Cumberbatch’s cryptic remarks, the way he lingered just a little too long in his gaze, the undercurrent of something more… it made you crave another conversation with him.

As you poured the tea into mugs, Cassie followed you into the kitchen, her arms still crossed. “You’re being too naive,” she said, her voice softer now but still tinged with frustration. “You don’t see it, do you? He’s using you to make himself feel superior.”

You paused, the mug halfway to the counter. Her words cut, and you weren’t sure how to respond. Maybe there was some truth in what she said. But part of you also wondered if you were being too aware. What if Cumberbatch wasn’t just a professor trying to manipulate his students? What if he genuinely saw something in you, something that intrigued him just as much as it intrigued you?

“I don’t think he’s using me,” you finally replied, setting the mug down. “I just… I don’t know. I think he’s challenging me in ways no one else does. And it’s hard to explain, but I feel like there’s something more there.”

Cassie let out a long sigh, her expression softening just a little. “I just don’t want to see you get hurt,” she muttered, her gaze shifting toward the window. “He’s trouble. All those professors are. They don’t care about us—they just care about proving how much smarter they are.”

You turned to her, your mind drifting back to that exchange in the lecture hall—the way Cumberbatch had asked you the questions that no one else dared to ask, the way he had sought your answers and listened. It wasn’t like the other professors who rushed through material, barely acknowledging the students who contributed.

But you knew, deep down, that Cassie was only saying these things because she cared. Even if she didn’t understand why you were drawn to Cumberbatch, she still wanted to protect you. You could appreciate that, even if you didn’t fully agree with her.

“I’m not blind,” you said quietly, lifting the mug to your lips. “I can handle it.”

Cassie didn’t respond immediately. She just watched you for a moment, her eyes softening as if she were trying to gauge whether you truly understood what she was saying. Eventually, she sighed and pushed away from the counter. “I hope so,” she muttered before heading back into the living room.

You stood there for a moment, the weight of her words settling over you. As you slowly sipped your tea, you couldn’t help but wonder what tomorrow’s lecture would bring. Would Cumberbatch continue to push you further, to challenge you in ways you hadn’t anticipated? Would you find yourself growing closer to him, or would that distance between you and your friends only grow wider?

One thing was certain: you were ready for whatever came next.

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“TOMORROW’S TEST” - BAJI X HARDWORKER! READER

Pronouns : they/them

Genre : fluff

A/n : Little story I wrote during my history class, hope you like it :)

English isn’t my first language, please let me know if there’s any grammar error!!

he was in the same class as you, and yet you never really noticed him. You only tended to care about those two or three people that you interact daily and did not hate without reasons, the others were just company, and you knew others saw you in the same way.

You met him during lunch. You had finished earlier and you were already directing to the class to prepare and review what you needed for the next lessons, you were sure to not find anyone as usual, but it wasn’t so.

There was a guy sitting in the back row, he had long black hair tied up, and glasses that looked ridiculous. He was writing something, and judging by his facial expression, he wasn’t doing so well, he was probably so busy he didn’t even notice you.

You sat in your usual seat, looking the other way and doing your thing, but as you reread your notes, you started to feel watched. You turned your back to see the boy hastily look down.

you however did not stop watching him, and in the end you decided to go to him, sitting at the table in front of the guy. He immediately looked up nervously, instead you looked at his notebook

"If you need a hand, just ask,"

you just said, turning the notebook in your directions and starting to read what he had written.

"O-h, sorry. I didn’t want to bother you a-"

"don’t worry"

just then you looked up to send him a friendly smile. He looked you in the eye with a shocked expression that soon turned into one of gratitude

"in that case, thank you"

That night, while you were doing your things, you had difficulty concentrating. But it wasn’t like the other times: it was usually related to your worries about things that happened that day or doubts about the future and things like that, but now you couldn’t think about anything but that guy

Even if you were in class together, how come you never noticed? You’ve always been a attentive to detail, so why can’t you remember him? Were your friends right when they said you tended to live in your own little world? I mean, yeah, you remember his face, after all, you’ve been going to school together for years, and yet you don’t remember talking to him or anything, and it just seemed ... strange

the next day, before entering school, you asked a couple of questions to your friends about that boy - Baji Keisuke. They told you that they did not know much about him, they had just heard a few rumors about how bad he was at school and that he was kind of a friend with another boy, Chifuyu, who was a bully a few years ago, but who seemed to have calmed down after getting to know Baji.

You wished you could get more informatio, but the bell rang and you went to class. As you walked, you tried to pay more attention to the things and people around you.

like the day before, you decided to go to class early during your lunch break, and luckily, there was again.

"Hey," you said while sittings straight next to him.

You offered to help him study, and he initially resisted, saying that he did not want to take advantage of his kindness, but you insisted and he had no escape.

this went on for a couple of days, always with the same dynamic. But one day you finally decided to ask.

"Why are you always spending your break here lately?"

He hesitated for a moment, and slightly lowered his head, embarrassed,

"You know the task we have the day after tomorrow?"

"Yes?"

"I don’t want to take another deficiency. Not that I care much, but my mother does and I would like to give her a satisfaction"

"... I see"

That said, you kept coming back, but you weren’t as interested as before, because your head was elsewhere. You thought how cute her intentions were, after all, in those days he was trying really hard, and thinking that it was for his mother gave you a strange warmth in your chest.

The bell rang sooner or later and you two stopped repeating, but you felt you wanted to spend more time with him. You didn’t know why, but you felt this wasn’t enough.

to get you out of your thoughts was Baji with a small but simple phrase

"how about tomorrow we repeat together? Maybe my place, if it’s okay"

as you returned to your seat, behind you Baji was literally screaming inside, incredulous that you had accepted (after school he would tell Chifuyu, and he would be completely shocked by how much Baji was behaving since that wasn’t even an official appointment, yet looked like he was in Haeven)

that afternoon, you met his mother. She was immediately kind and welcoming to you, thanking you for agreeing to help her ‘idiot son’

everything went smoothly, until the two of you heard a knock on Baji's bedroom door. You both thought that maybe she was his mother, but instead you found yourself in front of a boy who was more or less the same age as you, with light purple hair and eyes, and a black and white uniform and a familiar face

"Baji we- oh"

He immediately panicked

"Taka , not now"

“I know, I get it, but things have happened with.. well you know."

he hesitated, visibly frustrated by that situation. "Okay, but a quick one"

The two left the room, closing the door behind them, and you stood there, confused, and even worried.

shortly after, the door opened and saw Baji visibly angry

"I’m sorry, but I have things to do, I have to deal with something"

on his face you could clearly see his sorrow but you did not ask any question

"All right, don’t apologize. After all it got pretty late and good or bad we repeated everything, so I’m sure tomorrow will be fine. I go home now"

"Wait, alone? I can give you a lift."

"Didn’t you say you were busy? I don’t want to waste your time. Plus, I’m retry sure is something important"

"Relax, with the bike will take less than five minutes"

"Oh, it’s- umh, fantastic!"

You tried not to point it out, but it was clear that you were nervous (I don’t know about you, but I hate them. Sorry)

He probably understood it, in fact he tried to be as gentle and gentle as possible while trying to settle

"you can hold on me if you’re scared"

"...thanks"

You held on as if your life depended on it, trying not to get too attached, and especially not thinking about the fear of falling-

shortly, as he predicted, you arrived at the entrance to your neighbourhood

"Leave me here"

"Are you sure? I don’t have to drive you home"

"No, that’s not it, I just told my parents I was at a friend’s house."

"Why didn’t you tell ‘em?"

"They’re... pretty strict, let’s say that"

you knew what they were like, and if they found out you lied to go to the house of a guy they knew nothing about would be your end

he nodded his head, but as you went down you felt the need to tell him something

"Whatever you’re about to do... be careful, okay?"

“I.. i will. See you tomorrow”

It had been two weeks after that day, you were at school and the teacher had finally brought back the exam for which you and Baji (almost and only Baji actually) had studied days and nights.

Also, he used your notes. You left them in his room, knowing that they would be of more useful to him than to you

While the teacher was handing out the exam you heard her say, "Congratulations. Try to do that on your next time too."

When the bell rang you waited for everyone to go out to Baji, who like you was waiting to talk to you

"so? How did it go?"

"Sixty-three!"

"I’m proud of you, Kei,"

You said smiling and pat him on the shoulder

He smiled back, not just for that score, but because it was the first time you called him by name. The mf went straight to the other guys of the toman to show the score, omitting the fact that you had been after him for days

the two of you continued to hang out between one break and sometimes you even organized little evening outings. You learned to know each other more and he trusted you enough to tell you about Toman and the boys, and he’s glade you still talk to him and are not scared of him.

Please ask him out for A REAL date. He’s too embarrassed to do it by himself

+ The Toman boys teased him whenever they can (Chifuyu’s fault). Obviously only his friends, his subordinates were too afraid for their lives

"Will you leave us now to spend all your time with your girlfriend?"

"What?! We’re just friends!"

"Aww, is little Kei embarrassed?"

"What the hell is wrong with y’all?!

he refuses to let you meet them because of this jokes, expect for Chifuyu, Kazutora and maybe Mitsuya since he is more mature than the others.

[rosevie]

Crossed Paths. Nicholas A. Chavez ( Prologue ) ⊹₊⟡⋆

❛ When friendship is true, differences don't make the slightest difference, they are the reason. ❜

Crossed Paths masterlist Chapter summary: Before Nicholas's stardom and becoming our sensation of the moment he had his lively childhood and adolescence in the interior of the United States, most of the time playing soccer or alongside Luna , his best friend. Ever since the little incident at preschool, their routine needed to have something to do together, after all, they are best friends, right? Word count: 6.1K~ | Status: Not reviewed Note: Sentences in italics and orange are thoughts of the main character, Luna Lancellotti. And if you found a mistake I apologize, English is not my first language. Doubts? You can ask and I will answer them all as soon as possible! Good reading to everyone!

September 15, 2005

"That way you will know how to take the test next week, remember to study the multiplication table from number 2 to 6, if you have one..." 

Before teacher Rose could finalize her orientations regarding the test that that class would have next week, a light and loud knock could be heard. Asking permission from the students, she directed her to the door to receive that she was looking for her, when she opened Rose found the principal of the school accompanied by a small girl, she had brown hair, long with curly hair and a red tiara on top, in addition to her yellow shoes caught the teacher's attention. 

While Rose watches the child physically, she ended up going unnoticed by the eldest girl's nervousness, she had the fingers of her right hand hitting and squeezing her skirt, after all classes had started a few days ago and here she was entering the class suddenly, it could even be seen as something calm, but for Luna it was as if everyone was looking at her and judging her for this attitude. 

"Sorry to interrupt your class, but we have a new addition in our high school this year." Said the director as she caressed the top of Luna's head. "Her name is Luna Lancellotti, she and her family moved to the country and trusted us to help her at this stage, right Luna?" 

"Uh huh." Luna briefly agrees. "Can I do it tomorrow, Madam? I'm scared and I don't want to be here without my mother." 

Before the principal could answer the child, a noise caught the attention of the three in the hallway, the class had started twenty minutes away so it was not expected that a student would arrive now, but there was a boy running with his backpack open and some books in his hand. Luna turned her head a little, as the director's body got in the way of her seeing what was happening. The person responsible for the sound was a dark-haired boy who wore very fun clothes, especially his Melman blouse from the movie Madagascar, this caught Luna's attention who let out a slight laugh when some leaves fell from the middle notebook while the boy was still running. 

While the teacher and the principal said something about schedules and responsibilities Luna turned and started walking to the place where the boy had bent down to pick up the papers, before saying anything the girl bent down too and started to put the papers together, she could see that he was studying math, specifically multiplication tables,  She was excited because she had reviewed this content with her mother in the change so as not to be embarrassed at the new school. However, Luna was so busy picking up all the papers that she didn't notice the looks of astonishment directed at her. 

"You're new." Nicholas says still standing on the ground. 

"Yes." Luna replies as she extends her hand, there were all the papers she had taken. There were not many, but they all seemed important since they had made the boy run as fast as he could to catch it. "You could use an elastic folder to store loose papers, I do that much better." 

"Yes, I think it should." After organizing all the paperwork and storing it in their backpack, they both got up and went to meet the adults. "You didn't tell me your name. Mine is Nicholas." 

"Mine is Luna, my mother chose it because she loves the moon." A small smile appears on the lips of the girls. "Why do you call Nicholas?" 

"Your name is beautiful, like you." Nicholas smiles shyly. "Hmm my name... Well, I think because my mother likes the name. I never asked her that." The boy laughs amused by the girl's answer. "Are you going to be from Mrs. Rose's office? That's cool, we can be friends if we want." 

"Well... I don't know if you'd like to be my friend, you don't know me and you may not want to talk later." 

"You can't help but talk to friends, besides you helped me and I want to thank you for that. So you can count on me for anything at school and outside, especially to play." 

"I liked the last part Nicholas." 

"Oh, you can call me Nick. My friends call me that." 

Luna just agreed with the statement smiling, she loved Nicholas' fun and carefree personality, after all he looked a bit like his older brother Miguel, she hoped he wouldn't make jokes with his shoes and my colorful ones like his brother. Many times Luna forgot that Miguel teased her in front of her friends, but from the last year to this the games decreased and Luna attributed this to her brother getting older. 

"I see that your tardiness has allowed you to meet a new friend." Rose says watching the arrival of the two children by her side. "I hope you have a good excuse this time Nicholas, I'm starting to get worried about these delays." 

"I see that you are in good hands now Luna, I am sure you will enjoy giving teacher Rose. " The director looks towards the girl who is now smiling as if she had won her favorite candy. "Any questions you can contact me and I will always be available, in addition I recommend that you talk to Nicholas so that he can give you the complete content." 

"Right, thank you." Luna responds as she hugs the woman's legs, her size made the whole scene even more fun. 

"Good class kids, meet me in the meeting room after lunch teacher Rose, we still have some topics to deal with." 

Rose quickly agrees before returning her attention to the pair of students in front of her. The teacher was amused by the brief interaction in the hallway and thought it would be a smart choice to let them both be together. "Well, I think that's our cue for us to enter. Come on Luna, I'll introduce you to the gang." 

Holding her small hand in Professor Luna's, she entered first and then Nicholas with his head down, possibly embarrassed, the girl thought. Walking to the center of the class, Luna observed the entire space that would become her study room for the next few years, in its extension there were posters and images that explained some content in a summarized way, what caught her attention the most was a mural with several drawings, each one had been made by a student and contained the respective name. In addition to the decorations on the walls, Luna noticed that each student was sitting next to another, unlike her old school in which the desk was individual. The girl watched Nicholas pass by her and walk to a desk, she was a little sad to see that he already had a colleague next to him, after all he seemed to be someone nice to have next to. 

"Let's all welcome our new school, that's Luna." Rose's words attract the girl's attention. "Say hello." 

"Hello Luna." Everyone present speaks in unison, that action brought the feeling of nervousness to Luna again. Gradually she felt her breathing becoming more difficult and heavier, and as if it were a necessary help Nicholas's voice caught her attention again that morning. 

"Hey, you said earlier that you're called Luna because of the Moon, didn't you?" 

"Really?" A girl asks in awe. "Wow, I'd love to have that name, mine is Lucy because of my grandmother." 

"Yes, it's true. My mother studies the stars and she says that the Moon is important to Earth and she says that I am very important to her." Luna felt safe in answering the girl, gaining a smile as she finished the speech. "I also have a brother called Miguel, because my grandfather also had that name." 

"How cool Luna, is your brother going to study with us too?" The girl asked again. 

"No, he's 4 years older than me." 

"Well, now that everyone knows Luna, it's time to choose a colleague to spend the next few years with." Rose returns to speech before the subject continues. "Today there are 3 colleagues who were absent, so you can wait for them and stay by my side or else..." 

"Nicholas." Luna points in the direction of her colleague. "He was nice to me and he liked my name." 

With Luna's speech, everyone in the room began to whisper softly saying that she was liking Nicholas. Certainly Luna was even more embarrassed now, after all how could she not choose him when he was the only one who was talking, otherwise she would have to stay all day with her teacher, the second option was out of Luna's choices. 

"I'd love to be your classmate, it's easier for us to play together." 

May 24, 2013

"You promised Nick, it's just going to be a show." Luna exclaims as she puts on her sneakers in her room, at that moment she was getting ready to go to the One Direction concert that would start in a few hours. "Also, you owe me one for covering up for you when you traveled with your friends in secret."

"For a kind person you are proving yourself quite different, unforeseen events happen." Nicholas answers from the room. "You know I've been waiting for this opportunity for a long time, plus I can make it in time for the show to start."

"What if they ask you to do more things? Joining a football team is not getting there and kicking for 10 minutes and that's it, you can do it." The sounds of footsteps on the stairs of the house caught the attention of Nicholas who put aside his cell phone and looked towards the place.

"Is it good? I'm in doubt if I change my skirt and put on pants, after all it can rain or something unforeseen happens and hurt me. With the pants..." Nicholas was more than used to moments like these, where Luna talked non-stop and didn't realize that it was just her anxiety.

"Hey." Nicholas gets up and walks over to his friend, the girl was now on the last step and holding the railing. "You're a faithful copy of Zayn in Best Song Ever, much prettier if you allow me."

"You say that because you're my friend."

"I'd say the same thing if I was on the show and you were a total stranger."

Luna raised her gaze to find Nicholas smiling at her, if her friend's attempt was to calm her down, the same just did. For a person in love in books and movies it was a plot known to her, falling in love with her best friend, besides that Nicholas was a real color for the eyes and everyone, child or adult, woman or man, after all how not to fall in love with a polite boy with a charming smile like his?

Many times the young woman asked her not to be so shy and insecure with herself, but while asking for it she wondered what to do if she had the courage to at least say how she feels. Would Nicholas reciprocate? Would he kiss her and be together? Or worse, would he ignore her completely and forget that they were ever friends? Why is it so difficult to express yourself in real life? I do it so well online.

"Well, if you say so. I think it's better for us to go, I don't want to delay you or be late, it was very difficult to get these tickets up front. I will certainly be able to scream for

Harry and live a romance with him, it would be important to live what I write. Luna intertwines her arm with Nicholas'. Oh, I almost forgot. I made this flap for us to wear, I put Zayn on yours because I saw you trying to copy his hair these days."

"Hey, I thought we were past that phase."

"We definitely would have made it past that phase if you didn't look at my diary anymore." Luna laughed at her friend's surprised face, she knew he took her diary whenever she left the room to pick something up. "If you promise to stop, I promise not to keep an eye on your history."

"Promise?" Nicholas asks, at that moment they were hanging out on the porch of Luna's house.

"I promise."

"I'll deal with it then." Both join their hands and shake three times, that was a habit between the duo whenever they made a decision or made a deal.

"Taking advantage of the moment and I would like you to promise to call me when you leave the show, even going to sleep at Nicholas' house you know I care about you. " Giuliana, Luna's mother, walks up to the duo, she was in the kitchen preparing lunch. "And don't forget to tell Liam that I love him."

"Surely he already knows that, mom, after all, all mothers love him."

"Have fun and good luck with your audition Nicholas, I'm sure you'll get this spot." Giuliana says as she hugs her daughter sideways.

"I thank you for the support, even though I am confident, nervousness is part of it." Nicholas answers more come while fixing her hair, her locks were bigger and that look, for Luna, reminded her of Harry Styles.

Would I be like that for him because of Harry or would it be the other way around? In any case, both are beautiful.

"Come on boys, we can run the risk of getting traffic jams on the way, after all One Direction is more famous than the president." Nicholas' mother catches our eye in the car.

"See you tomorrow mom."

Letting go of the hug Luna walks next to Nicholas to the car, in the middle of the ride she involuntarily squints her arms again, she felt happy when they were like this, it seemed like they would never part and so she hoped it would be. Luna could imagine any situation in her future, bad grades, riding her bike around the city, running downtown or even skipping some class to leave early, the only thing she asked was that they not separate.

"Thank you for being my friend, I think that if it were today I would never have asked to sit next to you at school." Nicholas takes his backpack and puts it in the trunk of the car. "You're too popular."

"Well, it would be impossible to have a vacant seat next to me." He proudly responds to his speech, only for Luna to roll her eyes. "What's wrong? You started it."

"Yes, next time I need to remember to be silent."

Luna sits in the center of the car, on her left side was Nicholas' younger brother and he sat on her right side. The trip to the concert arena had been long and as Nicholas' mother said the congestion was great, causing a delay of thirty minutes.

"Honey, if anything happens until Nicholas arrives, let us know, before 8 pm he should arrive." The friend's mother tells Luna, in agreement she just nods in agreement.

"If Harry kidnaps you first call me and I'll be running from the court to here, I can't let him take my girl." Nicholas opens the door and gives Luna space to get out of the car.

What did he just say? Is this true or am I imagining these words coming out of his mouth? Great, my belly and feet are already cold again.

"Keep dreaming about it, you'll hear from me on the internet when I arrive in London." Luna responds before turning to her friend. "Now leaving this reality of a show, I want to wish you good luck and that's why I did this little embroidery. He's got a book and a ball, you know, you like to write and play that I thought would be cool to make for you to leave in your pocket." "Luna...." Nicholas takes the small embroidery in his hands, the colors were vibrant compared to the white background of the fabric, under the designs there was his name and a signature, it was Luna's. "You left me speechless with this, right or wrong I will keep this with me forever. Thank you."

The boy opens his arms inviting his friend for a hug, she quickly reciprocates and squeezes his friend's body tightly. Luna really wanted him to get this spot, as it would add extra points to his big one, helping him get into college even more.

"Now go, this won't be any luck if you're not even there." Luna lets go of the hug first. "You can do it."

December 16, 2017

Luna was sitting at the table next to some students she knew during her school years, among them her friends Lucy, from preschool, as well as James, David and Megan, they had been together for a few years and loved to make plans together, the only problem is that at the prom someone would be left and it was Luna. Lucy was paired with James and David with Megan, the young woman thought about asking Nicholas, but when he announced that he had been dating for a few months his plan was soon discarded, after all the chances that he would leave his girlfriend to go with his friend were not a good thing in people's eyes.

While considering the options of who to invite and coming to the conclusion that the only one who would be a fun option was Dean Jones, his partner in some subjects and a very nice and fun guy. Before she got the courage to invite Luna was surprised by Dean's direct invitation, he said it would be an honor to accompany her to the ball and that they would be together, Luna accepted on the spot because it would be impossible for him to change his mind, right?

Because here was Luna alone while Dean danced with his friends on the floor, he told her it would be quick, but it had been almost an hour and the boy seemed still in the energy of a few more hours of dancing. A sigh left Luna's lips as she looked at the room, another song started and it could only be Shape Of You by Ed Sheeran, the song wasn't bad, but the countless times she heard it was making her stressed out with it. A few minutes before she tried to talk to the person responsible for the sound asking if it would be possible to play one for her, but he simply replied that it was programmed by the director, that is, with no chance of having Kpop or One Direction for Luna, at least she tried.

"I'm going to get some air, this song is giving me a headache." Luna brings her face closer to Lucy so she could hear. "If by any chance Dean asks for me, tell me I'm gone."

"Be careful, even if you only have soda here you will see that the rooms have become conveniences with all kinds of alcohol."

"I hope they have chocolate, a kitkat would go down well now."

When Lucy answered, the pair laughed in amusement at the speech, with a kiss from the cheek Luna began to walk down the court to one of the corridors that took her to the entrance of the school. The space was known in the palm of the hand, corridor on the right would lead to four room options, namely, mathematics, biology, physics and the gymnastics club, only the first three were known to Luna, after all she was anything but athletic. Thinking about how this was one of the last days to explore the school, she decided to go to the last option, but even before entering the room, voices were noticed by Luna.

"Did you really say that? What the fuck Diana, you were kissing him." That voice. Luna knew very well who she belonged to. "I thought that was important to you too."

"Really, Nicholas? Now are you going to throw the responsibility on my side? I don't know how we got together to begin with, you're too clingy. It amazes me that Luna can put up with you for so many years."

"It doesn't change the subject, the fact of the next one is that it can't continue like this. I tried to understand once only that I didn't accept it again."

At that moment Luna felt she was making the worst choice of her life, it was a private moment and she should go back to the hall and face Ed Sheeran for the fourth time or go to the entrance of the school, where she would call her father to pick up and leave this matter between Nicholas and his girlfriend. Before deciding which of the options would follow a noise of something falling took her out of her thoughts, that was the final reason for her to get out of there, but contrary to what she had thought Luna found herself walking to the physics room where the voices were present.

"I hate you Nicholas, you ruined the night that was supposed to be important." Diana says in a higher tone. "You should go after your dog, she is alone since she was abandoned by you and your own partner.

"Just for Diana to call Luna those names, by God. How did I put up with you for so long?"

"Oh, we both know why." Diana laughs mischievously. "That's enough, I'm going to get out of here before someone finds us."

"I'm nobody's dog, after all for a girl who loves to say she supports women you certainly don't keep your words. " Luna enters the room before Diana or Nicholas have even had the opportunity to leave. "Also, if you're cheating on my friend with some other guy, you'd better rethink saying you love him, because..."

"I told you it was your dog, see?" Diana gestures to Luna and laughs in a mocking tone. "You saw us coming here and following you, don't worry my angel, we broke up. He's all yours again." The other girl leaves the room while blowing a kiss in the air and leaves humming Shape Of You.

"Damn, why is everyone singing this song?" Luna exclaims nervously before looking at Nicholas. "Sorry if I got in your way, I was mad at the way she was treating you."

Nicholas had his blouse unbuttoned and his hair messy, until that moment Luna hadn't noticed her friend since she was mad at Diana and wanted to help Nicholas in some way. Noticing how the boy was, Luna couldn't help but observe his abdomen, she had seen him shirtless so many times but would never get used to his physique.

"Luna?" Nicholas catches her friend's attention. "How are you?"

"Yes, I was just thinking I should have gone away and not gotten in the way." Luna responds as she sits at one of the tables still with her attention directed to Nicholas. "So... you and Diana?"

"It wasn't right, I knew that in the third week when I saw messages from her with a guy from school." The boy began to button his blouse. "She said it was all in my head and that they were just talking amicably, I think I accepted out of pride in ending a relationship in less than a month."

"Well, my brother says that before dating, people usually pretend to be a person just to conquer the other." Luna swings her feet in the air, suddenly the room seemed to be getting smaller.

"Not everyone." Nicholas' eyes meet Luna's the instant she answers her friend. "You wouldn't be able to lie to someone you liked."

"Well, you never know. Maybe I'm like that for you and my real self is worse than Diana." Nicholas laughs out loud. "What's the fun?"

"Luna, you would never be like Diana or anyone else you consider bad. " Nicholas walks towards Luna, both already had a considerable height difference and with the girl sitting it was even more evident. "You're the most polite and kind person I know, you cried watching The Hobbit trilogy, especially in the last one."

"Did you watch the movie? Thorin say the most beautifil phase to Frodo, in my opinion, and they was his last words...how not cry?

"Exactly for this reason. People who aren't truthful tend not to care about friends, only people who will help them get known." Nicholas strokes Luna's hair. "Thank you for coming here."

"Well, I was actually going to get some air and get away from Ed Sheeran and maybe come back." Luna smiles as she observes a small smile on Nicholas' lips. "Maybe it was my best friend instinct beeping to come here to help you."

"Best friend..." Nicholas mutters still staring at Luna. "Have you ever thought if we weren't friends?"

"But of course Nick, after all we've known each other for more than ten years and I think it's impossible to just delete you from my life. " Luna begins to ramble through realities where she and Nicholas would not be friends. "You know Nick, in some reality we can even be brothers, I believe it would be much better than Miguel with his unfunny jokes, even more so now that he managed to be approved in college, he doesn't stop bragging that he will continue to take care of me, because just at Columbia? He might as well have stayed where he was."

"Luna!" Nicholas exclaims louder, attracting his friend's attention.

"Sorry, I got carried away thinking out loud again." Luna smiles looking at Nicholas. "What did you say?"

"I called you because I wanted to know if..." Nicholas's gaze falters between Luna's eyes and lips.

WILL HE KISS ME?

"Hey Nick, we've been looking for you man, we..."

The door to the room opens sharply causing Nicholas to quickly move away from Luna, both were panting from fright as they couldn't imagine that someone would enter there.

"Oh man, sorry for getting in the way."

Nicholas just nodded as he fixed his hair nervously, when the door closed again the weight of reality fell on both of them. They would certainly kiss, if it wasn't for Nicholas' friends the kiss would definitely have happened. Afraid that the atmosphere between the two would become even stranger, Nicholas called Luna to leave in his car, a fact that the girl only agreed.

Both on the way to the car and the way to Luna's house they did with brief conversations about the decoration of the ball, clothes worn by the teachers and, especially, who would be the first to be caught drunk. Nicholas bet on David while Luna claimed that it would be Peter, Nicholas' friend who had messed them up earlier. At the mention of his friend Nicholas was quiet again, that attitude annoyed Luna a little who decided to speak before it was too late.

"Look Nick, about earlier I don't..." Luna starts, but ends up getting lost in words. " Know that nothing will change between us, you were in a bad moment and I don't blame you."

"Seriously Luna? You can just not accept the fact I was kissing you because I'm insensitive, I'd be taking advantage of you."

"Not when I want to kiss you back."

At the moment Luna finishes her sentence, the light turns red, forcing Nicholas to brake sharply at the signal. None of them say anything, they just looked at the road ahead while some cars crossed the great avenue in front of them. Luna had her hands joined in her lap, unlike the younger one they didn't tremble and she felt confident when she spoke as she felt with Nicholas for the first time, but otherwise her friend was sweating and afraid of what she could answer.

Is he really going to ignore me now? Maybe I should take the first step and say something else again.

"Nick if you..."

Before Luna even completed her sentence Nicholas' lips joined hers and a real explosion of anxiety and joy happened inside the two friends, Luna thought it was a dream and in a few minutes his alarm clock would go off, Nicholas thought he would wake up in the locker room after a quick nap from one workout to the next.

The moment of the kiss was as unexpected as it was overwhelming. When Nicholas's lips touched Luna's, everything around seemed to disappear. The red light, the cars passing on the avenue, even time itself seemed to freeze. Luna couldn't react immediately, her thoughts were disordered, but something inside her made her let herself go. It wasn't as if she needed an inner permission for that, but it was more like everything she'd felt for so long had finally found an outlet, a way to express herself.

The touch of their lips was soft, hesitant at first, as if they were both waiting to see what the other would do. Luna, with her eyes closed, felt her heart racing even more. She could feel Nicholas's warmth, the familiar smell she had always associated with security and friendship. But now, there was something else, an electricity in the air that she had never known existed between them. Their bodies were close together, but Luna's seat belt kept them apart, forcing them to move in an almost awkward manner.

Nicholas, in turn, was the first to give in to the pressure he felt in his chest. He put his hand on the back of her head, pulling her gently to him, deepening the kiss. Luna let out a sigh, and Nicholas' reaction was immediate. His breathing became heavier, more urgent, he needed more. The feeling of having something so real and visceral, something they had never experienced before, caused him to lose some control. At first, he hesitated, fearful that he was going too fast, but the softness with which Luna responded, the way she surrendered to the moment, made him forget any fear.

It was there, in that fleeting moment, that they realized that what was between them had always been more than friendship, but both had ignored it out of fear, out of insecurity, because they didn't know what to do with this new and overwhelming feeling. Luna felt Nicholas' touch on her waist, his warm palm against the cold skin of her blouse. She wanted more, but at the same time, she feared getting lost in this unexpected desire. She didn't know what was going on, but she felt that for some reason, everything was right. Nicholas' hands, on the contrary, were shaking slightly, as if he had given himself away without knowing how to turn back. What started there could not be undone so easily, and the truth is that he did not want to go back.

When the kiss stopped, they both stood there, still close, with their faces still close, breathing heavily. The tension in the car seemed to turn into something more palpable, deeper. Luna opened her eyes slowly, as if waking up from a dream, she felt a knot in her stomach, but it wasn't from insecurity, but from a contained happiness, a joy that she still didn't know how to deal with.

Nicholas in turn was silent, his eyes fixed on her, but at the same time disconcerted, as if he was still processing what had just happened. He wanted to say something, anything, but the words seemed to be stuck in his throat. He didn't want to ruin it, he didn't know what it meant, but he knew he wouldn't ignore those feelings.

The sound of a car honking behind them interrupted the moment, and the light finally lit up to green. Nicholas pulled away from Luna, feeling the warmth of her hands still on his skin. Their eyes met for a moment, both breathing heavily, as if they had just run a marathon. Nicholas started the car, at the recent moment he ended up letting it turn off, started to move again, but the silence inside the vehicle was dense, heavy.

Luna felt her heart still pounding, her mind trying to process everything that had just happened. She wanted to say something, but the words seemed to escape her, as if the simple act of speaking spoiled everything she had just experienced.

Nicholas, on the other hand, seemed tense. He glanced quickly at her, as if to assure her that she was still there, that everything was still fine, but soon looked away, focusing on the road ahead. His left hand held the steering wheel firmly, but his right was still a little elevated, as if he wanted to reach something, or someone, but he didn't know exactly what to do.

"I..." Luna finally broke the silence, her voice trembling. Nothing comes out of your lips,

Nicholas took a deep breath and looked at her again, his expression a mixture of surprise and confusion, but also relief. As if, for a moment, he had lost track of everything around him. He didn't know what to say. He was never good with words, especially when it came to feelings. But that kiss... That kiss made him wonder so many things.

"Luna..." He started but stopped, his voice lower than he expected. He seemed to be looking for something, perhaps a way to explain, or even to justify. "I don't know what to do with it."

That simple "I don't know" was like a thud for her. His stomach turned.

Heavens, he will say that this is a mistake!

But before she could answer or try to understand what he meant, Nicholas continued, now more firmly in his voice.

"It's not that I don't want to take advantage of you, neither here nor at school." He said, finally looking her in the eye, trying to find himself. "I just... I didn't expect this to happen now, Luna... I didn't know you felt the same."

Luna felt a wave of relief and anxiety mixed. She never expected everything to be so simple, or easy, or for him to say the words she wanted to hear, but at the same time, that "I don't know" was all she needed to feel safe enough to open her heart.

"I..." She hesitated, looking at him. "I've felt this for so long. And I don't know if you knew or not, but... I thought it would be better not to say anything for fear that he would see us drift away."

Nicholas brought his hand to his forehead, his chin slightly raised, as if trying to absorb her words. The next beacon would soon change to red, but he still didn't seem to be ready to stop.

" What now? " Luna asked, feeling the tension between them grow. She wanted things to be simple, but she knew that was not how life worked, especially with twelve years of friendship, it was impossible for them to just wake up tomorrow and pretend that nothing happened.

He looked at her once more, an almost imperceptible smile appearing on his lips, even with the concern on his chest he couldn't ignore the feeling of euphoria growing even more in his chest. Something in his expression seemed more tranquil, as if he was beginning to understand what was happening between them.

"Now I think we have a lot to talk about. But..." He glanced quickly at the road and then, with a smile, said, "I think the first step is to stop worrying so much, regardless of how we go on with our lives, I'm going to get on with you."

Those few seconds seemed longer than any other moment. The car headed for the next signal, but Luna already knew that nothing would be the same as before. The path ahead was uncertain, but at least now there was something else that united them.

This header and the mushrooms one belongs to @kodaswrld 💋

A/n: Finally here it is, the only one of my first story here on tumblr, I hope you like it. I also want to know if this text format is easy to understand, besides that soon I will make a chapter where there will be explanations about each authorial character of mine. See everyone again soon, byee xoxo 💋💋

[eternalpassions]

Illicit Affairs

Outside Characters. University Setting. Rated: Explicit

My heart skips a beat as the bell rings, signaling the end of class, and I watch the students crowd together to leave the room. There's something I need to do today, something I can't avoid. I wish I could put it off, but I have to face it to improve my grade in this undergraduate chemistry class. It's a general education requirement—one of those mandatory courses needed to graduate.

Talking to teachers has always made me anxious—especially professors. It's nerve-wracking to approach them, put yourself out there, and risk looking stupid by asking the wrong questions. But that's not the only reason I'm on edge. I'm nervous because of him—the graduate student teaching assistant who oversees the undergraduates for this section. My grade is in his hands, and I’m not even sure he knows who I am.

He’s only a couple of years younger than me, even though he holds an authority position over me in this class. That’s because I’m a bit older than the average undergraduate. No, I’m not old, but I’m not fresh out of high school either. At 27 years old, I guess you could say I’m a bit of a late bloomer when it comes to my education. I took some time off to figure out what I really wanted to do before coming back to school.

He’s an expert in the subject, effortlessly solving any equation in the textbook—even the challenging ones that seem like they were created just to stump students, probably without the professors even knowing the solutions themselves.

I take a deep breath, rise from my seat, and start walking toward him. The classroom is empty now, and as far as I know, this is his last section of the day.

“Sir?”  I ask.

“Yes ” He turns around at his desk and looks at me.

“Hi. My name is Alex. I’m in your undergrad section”

He looks at me with an unreadable look and his gaze penetrates throughout my body. I blush and look away.

“Yes I know who you are. What can I do for you?”

"Oh, you know who I am?" I blurt out before I can stop myself. I'm genuinely surprised—after all, I don’t stand out in class. I don’t talk much, I don’t ask questions, and I don’t draw attention to myself. I’m just... there.

“ Yes of course I know who you are. I know all my students” He says with a small smile.

Oh, so he remembers all his students. I feel a little embarrassed—and maybe just a bit disappointed—hearing that. I guess a small part of me had hoped I was the one student who stood out in his mind.

"So, why don’t you tell me what you need help with?" he continues, his tone patient and encouraging.

“ Well I wanted to see if you had some time to help me review for the exam. There’s a lot of concepts I’m not understanding”  I tuck my hair behind my ear feeling embarrassed. It’s a difficult subject, I wish I didn’t struggle but I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t need any help.

"Sure, nothing to be embarrassed about. That’s what I’m here for," he says with an easy smile, his tone reassuring.

“ Oh okay thank you” I say as I start to walk towards his desk. I feel nervous to be approaching him. I’ve only seen him from the back of the classroom and not up close.

I take a seat in the chair propped up next to him. I begin to fish for the materials from my bag. A chemistry textbook and my notebook. As I bend down to get my stuff, I fail to notice that my skirt is riding up exposing my thong covered pussy to my teacher.

As I start to speak, he holds up a hand. "One second," he says, standing up from his seat. He walks to the door, closes it, and then turns the lock with a quiet click.

"I like to have total privacy when helping my students," he explains as he heads back to his seat. It’s surprising, but maybe it’s a good thing? He seems like a very devoted instructor, genuinely committed to his students' success. I mean, how many other section instructors would go this far to provide such focused, one-on-one attention? It’s not common, right?

"So, what do you want to start with?" he asks, looking directly at me. For the first time, I notice the details up close—his warm brown eyes, his soft, long brown hair, and the gentle smile that lingers on his face. It’s disarming, and I feel my heart flutter in my chest.

“ Um..Ionic bonds?” I say and it comes out as a question

"Sure, we can do that. And you can sit closer to me—I don’t bite, you know," he says with a playful smile, motioning for me to move closer. I already thought I was sitting close enough, but now I can’t believe I’m about to sit even closer to my chemistry instructor. My heart races as I slide my chair forward.  

"So... can you do a problem on your own?" he asks, his tone gentle but curious as he leans slightly toward me. His question lingers in the air, and I feel the pressure building up. My hands fidget slightly as I prepare to respond.

I shake my head in embarrassment. “ No.. I can’t”

“No problem.. Look, here, I’ll help you like this. Watch how I do it” He moves a a bit closer to me and I can feel the atmosphere heating up. I can feel the warmth transmitting between our thighs touching each other. He shocks me when he wraps his large warm hand around my waist and gently pulls me closer to him.

All I do is stare at him with my mouth agape. As I took at him, easily answering the problems, the way he works with such authority and his hand easily wrapping around half of my small waist, I feel my pussy moisten through the thin material of my panties.

It’s hard for me to hold back. Why is he touching me this way? Isn’t it a bit intimate to be professional.

I moan suddenly as I feel his hand move up from my waist to my breast and him squeeze the big cup.

“Professor?!”

“Yes Alex?”

“What are you doing?”

"Nothing much, just waking you up. You seem a bit distracted, after all," he says, his tone shifting. When did his warm, kind gaze turn so arrogant and dangerous? The change catches me off guard, making me more nervous than before—but, strangely, also more excited.

“But this isn’t appropriate” I argue. It really isn’t. Yes, he’s a couple years younger than me so an age gap isn’t the issue here. But there’s boundaries that would be broken. Rules that would be broken.

“What’s not appropriate? I’m simply helping my student focus the way she wants” He smirks while pinching harder on my nipples.

I let out a gasp and repeat “ The way I want?”

“Yes, I’ve noticed,” he says, his tone confident. “Don’t think I haven’t caught the way you look at me in class, the way you’ve been eyeing me all this time. And let’s not forget the outfit you chose to wear today, just to see me.”

His eyes travel slowly over my body, making me suddenly aware of my choice. Why did I pick this outfit today, of all days? A tight V-neck top that dips low, showing off my tits, and a snug mini skirt that clings to the curves of my ass and reveals my panties when I bend over.

“Don’t worry... I won’t share your secret,” he says with a mischievous smile, followed by a playful wink

“ Or would you prefer I stop?” He immediately retracts his hand and I whimper at the loss of pleasure.

“No!” I exclaim. “I want this,” I admit, my voice softening. “I’ve always wanted this.”

And just like that, the mask is finally removed. I don’t know how he saw through me all this time. Maybe it’s because he was hiding behind a mask too, just like I was. Maybe we were both shielding our hearts, covering up what we truly longed for.

But one thing is clear: he saw through mine. A deception can only last for so long.

As we both look into each other’s eyes and pant I know we are thinking the same thing.

I’m not sure who starts it, but our mouths crash together in an intense, fiery kiss. His lips are firm, his tongue commanding mine as I give in to his touch. His hands roam over my body, reaching eagerly for my curves. I rise from my seat and straddle him, and he grabs my soft, full ass with a hunger that feels like he’s been waiting forever for this moment.

His lips move down to my neck, leaving kisses and gentle suction on my skin. My hands slide down to his crotch, where I start to rub his firm bulge. He lets out a groan, and I can’t help but smile.

“Hungry, aren’t you?” he mutters with a low groan, his voice thick with desire as he reaches down to unzip his pants.

I moan as I see his cock bare in front of me. It is as I always pictured it. Thick and pink, my favorite. I want him inside me desire rushes through me—I want him, all of him, to feel us become one.

I wrap my hand around his length, stroking him slowly, before turning around and bending over, presenting my ass to him with deliberate intention. Glancing back at him with wide, innocent eyes, I tease him, my expression daring yet playful.

He lets out a frustrated groan, his control slipping, and lands a firm slap on my ass. It’s as if he’s scolding me for knowing exactly how much I’m driving him wild.

“ Fuck your ass is so huge” He gropes the cheeks and I feel the hunger through the way he gropes me. His touch is so dominant and lustful it makes me so excited. I hear his shoes from behind me and gasp as me pushes me against the desk.  I gasp surprised at his dominance and feeling the cool touch of the surface of the desk against my chest.

“Can you feel what you do to me? You make me like this,” he growls, his hard cock pressing against my ass. A moan escapes my lips, followed by a soft whimper. I ache with need, I need him inside me now

“ You got me wanting to fuck you and nut in you without a condom”

I whimper and he holds me still in place. “ I’m on birth control” I breath. I can feel my nipples pressing against the hard cold surface of the desk.

"That’s good, but honestly, I wouldn’t have cared either way," he says with a sly smirk. "I would’ve risked it... even if it meant knocking you up."

His words make my breath hitch as he pulls my panties down, his smirk widening. "But something tells me you’d have liked that," he adds, positioning himself at my entrance.

I gasp sharply, and a scream escapes my lips as he pushes inside me—slowly at first, then all at once.

His thrusts are slow and deep. I can feel them deep inside me.

“ Fuck.. you feel so good. So tight and fuckable” He groans and thrusts deeper. I moan. How is it that a man just a couple of years younger than me can ignite such fires in my heart? I think it’s the combination of his youth and the authority he holds over me that makes this feel so forbidden—and that much more thrilling.

As he pounds harder into me, he grips onto my hips tighter and I moan. He does something that is so dominant and sexy. He reaches over to grab my hands that are in front of me gripping onto the edge of the desk and clasps them into his own and holds our hands there in front of us.

This is definitely an illicit affair.

[spunchthegoblin]

Review of each IB class as an international baccalaureate diploma haver (IB is just AP but more european)

HL English - One of the less stressful classes. I like reading and writing, I remember finishing assignments earlier than expected. I got a 5

Oral exam - Did this in junior year, I did it on V for Vendetta (the movie) and Small Gods by Terry Pratchett because I was smoking fucking crack apparently

Paper - I barely remember this one, I think I did it on Ajax. Easy

Exams - Easy shit. I even had time to draw on the back

HL History - Having a good teacher helped. Not caring about WW1 did not help. I got a 5

Paper - Actual garbage. Worst thing I've ever written. Wrote it in junior year then had to edit it a year later and it was so bad

Exams - More stressful than the english ones, my hand fucking hurt, still had time to draw on the back because I'm the goat

SL Biology - Yayy :3 aminals and cell :3 slime :3 (I got a 5)

Paper - did it on slime mold hehe. Make sure you have your plan together early on in this assignment in case you need to order materials

Exams - If you make up enough things about science you might accidentally stumble into the right answer!

SL Math - I'm one of those sick fucks who like math. If you're a normal person then I'd consider getting a tutor to lessen the stress. I got a 5

Paper - finished this in like 2 days easy

Exam - Literally fuck my entire life

HL Theatre - If you're willing to embarrass yourself, lie, cheat, and steal, then this is an easy HL class. I got a 5

Papers - there's no exam for this class, only papers and recorded performances. The directors notebook was fun (didn't require any acting, I could draw pretty pictures). The research project was ok, make sure that your subject has more than one source describing it (I did mine on Kabuki theater so pretty easy). The group project... I don't want to think about that. The solo project was almost fun I got to writhe on the floor like a worm.

SL Spanish - literal dante's inferno type journey. I got a 4

Oral exam - on GOD don't be autistic

Exams - If I had a gun I'd kill myself

Extended Essay - don't forget to have fun and be yourself :) I got a D. If I could pass with that dogshit essay then SO CAN YOU!!

CAS - If you're bad at lying on IB assignments at this point I don't know how to help you. I actually don't know if they grade this? I'm not checking

CAS project - Make sure to do this completely last minute ok? :3

CAS presentation? - The thing you record all your CAS stuff on. People say that the Service part was the most difficult but that was easy for me since my town has a lot of volunteer opportunities, yours does too if you look hard enough. I had trouble on the Active because I do not go outside.

Ok I think that's everything but just make sure that you get deeply invested into a new video game two weeks before the exam this step is crucial also make sure you get into a college that only accepts 45 of your IB credits even though you got 55 LITERALLY KILL YOURSELF WESTERN WASHINGTON SUCK MY BALLS

[imogenleewriter]

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(I just found this in my drafts. I haven't read the answers properly, but I saw down the bottom that I'm talking about releasing a new WIP which is Save Me, and it's been out for over 2 weeks now. Also, I can see that I said that ychiits was the 15th most commented on. It's actually now the 11th (!!!), So if some answers seem off, it's just because it's at least 2-3 weeks old, but I can't be bothered reading through and updating).

💫what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback? All of them! I am SO SO SO blessed by the number of comments and feedback I get. Like... I don't even know how to explain it. Actually, I DO! If you sort all 42,000+ Larry fics by comments... my fic, which I started uploading less than 4 months ago and has only been finished for a month, is 15th. The fifteenth most commented-on Larry fic EVER. INSANE!! Like, that's so crazy, and I'm so, so thankful! But out of everything, there are two types I've obsessed with. The first are Tiktok videos about my fic. In a few days, two people (with large platforms) have reviewed it, and it's so amazing listening and watching people talk about it! It's so surreal.

The second are comments I got really early on. Two in particular stick out and I'll post them here:

But honestly, the fact anyone goes out of their way to interact at all means so, so much to me and there was no way I'd have gotten the fic done (or moved on to the next two WIPs if it wasn't for that).

🎈describe your style as a writer; is it fixed? does it change? This is a weird way to write this question. I'm going to assume they mean process as opposed to style. I have a lot of coping techniques to fall back on when writing based on my mood. Best case scenario, I'm in a good mood, I know exactly what I want to say, I'm focused, and it all just comes out.

Worst case, nothing is working, and I spend the whole time procrastinating and answering questions like this in long detail.

Overall, yes. I'm a pretty big planner because that's what works for me (and I like weaving things through my fics, and that's hard to do on the run). I work out the goal of each chapter before writing it. Sometimes that's easy and it's literally just a sentence and everything flows.

The more stuck I get, the more I write out what the goal of the chapter is. And then break it down into scenes. So by the end, I might have 1000 words of notes about what needs to be included in the 6000-word chapter.

I'm very... immersive and try to get into characters' heads. One example of this is I have a notebook for each fic that fits the character's personality. So, like.. (okay this is weird), for my current WIP YMAEWK, Harry is a singer so the notebook I have for the fic is a leather bound one because I feel like it suits the fic/characters. Then another fic coming out has a teacher in it so the notebook I use for that is quite plain and gives off highschool teacher vibes.

And yeah, just a really big plotter. And when I struggle, I come back to the plot.

Okay, that was a lot.

💝what is a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

Lol, so I have a burner ao3 account where I post things that I don't want to be associated with my actual account. Mainly just for pure smut so I get better at writing it. I wrote an outrageous one-shot that I was embarrassed to post even though it wasn't associated with me at all. Every few days I get an email saying it's gotten kudos and every time I'm like.. you have to be kidding me.

In general though, all of them. The fact they have readers is crazy. I'm surprised by the PA fic because people already seem invested which is great.

I'm really interested to see how a new WIP I'm releasing in two days is going to be received because the premise is so different to anything I've done.

[canyouplzjust]

Saragossa and the KO Saloon

In the morning we set off north east towards a town Jake said was up that way. He seemed to come to this knowledge by recalling the information from nowhere, like plucking it out of the air. It was available to him, and he was the only one who could access it, although it is unclear who made the info available. Rory was a little skeptical about using it, but where else were we going to go? We set out on the road with 5 horses, with Rory on her spirit horse, and a large pack of supplies. Jake rode with me, and Didi rode with Aeon. I don't remember how long it took, but we arrived in a very small settlement called Saragossa, and found our way to the center of town. Rory and I popped into what could be considered a post office or bank, and managed to sell another one of her digital rupees for a bunch of cash and gold coins. I didn't ask for it, but she gave me 10%, and that was just fine. Everyone was excited to be in the Old West, so we stopped by a clothier and everyone got hats and spurs or whatever. I did not change my outfit, but I did help Jake find some dungarees and a collared shirt. Watching Les correct Cyph's fashion choices, because he knew he had to be seen with him all day, was so funny.

Rory ditched us for a bath house and we moseyed on over to the saloon. We've been finding notes in Max's notebook that I've kept. Clues keep appearing in the end pages and even though I think everything is a trap, so far none of them have been. Sam scratched the words KO and WAIT, so while I was looking for the OK corral, the rest of the party found the KO Saloon and I let that dream go. In the saloon, amid a dusty and cedar smell, I approached a bar and tried to find something non-alcoholic for me and Jake to drink. The choices were limited so I got us both beers and watched Les, Didi, Cyph and Aeon do shots. Jake didn't really like his beer, but he was excited to have one, so he sipped on it a little bit. I drank something that resembled beer for the first time in five years and it felt less dangerous than I expected it to. I guess back on Earth, the danger of alcoholism and drug addition is palpable, but in DIE, the danger of getting swallowed whole by a monster made of smoke and tentacles was just a little more real. I tried to blend in and not to think about it too much. It wasn't hard, I had a lot on my mind, and a lot to sort out. And I was also fighting a rising simmer watching Didi practically throw herself at Aeon. How embarrassing for her, actually.

Didi fit in by picking up what the honky tonk was playing, and we all started singing along to Hey, Jude as it played on the speakers in the study. Jake asked how they could have that song here, and I asked him if he knew the word transcendent. He did. He's amazing. Les let me know he and Cyph were going to look around town for Fair Gold (good boy), and I assured him I would wait at the bar for any sign of Max. Rory joined us shortly, passing only a quizzical look at the 10 year old with a pint, but voicing no objections. The time passed quietly until Les and Cyph came barreling into the bar, with my Neo looking impatient and hassled and Cyph looking prematurely triumphant. What is this dummy up to now? I couldn't overhear their conversation but I inferred (aka heard at the table) that the two of them had spotted a large cache of Fair Gold and Cyph was cooking up a scheme to get it.

Didi got pulled in the Fair Gold Debacle and she was left to chat with Cyph while Les came over to review this bonkers plan with me. I was interested to hear about the crime family that appeared to be running the town, and I was delighted to hear about Les meeting some real suffragettes, but I advised that we should get a little bit more intel before laying siege to a compound. While he technically agreed with me, we were interrupted by Didi running up and confessing that Cyph had taken off and she didn't think he was going anywhere good. Les, Didi and Aeon ran after Cyph. Rory, Jake and I waited in the bar for Max. I found out later that Cyph had snuck through the gates, just started murdering guards until they lost sight of him behind several walls. Les went invisible and scaled the wall to the tallest tower in the main house, and Didi whipped out her flame thrower and started annihilating, again, just some guards working for a mean guy running the town, from atop a barn roof or something. Her body count is getting out of control. How many people did she kill last time we were here? How many people did I kill? We heard a sizable explosion from our table and chairs in the KO Saloon, but what could we do? I guess that was Cyph blowing the safe open in the tower. Les got to the window and breached the third story with a newfound purpose. That purpose carried the Neo into a burning building to the sounds of Sabatoge, straight into the office housing the exploded safe. The leader, El Turro himself, was in the office with a handgun, and at Les's approach, he spun to level the gun at him. Les's canon fired a hole into the gang leader's chest and punched him out the third story wall quicker than a heartbeat. Turro had been facing the open safe, and inside it Les found a bullet riddled Cyph on the ground, bleeding into a treasure trove of Fair gold. Les blink teleported Cyph to the floor of the saloon in front of Rory, and called her over to help, and he did cram a few gold in his pocket on the way. She helped, don't ask how, and Les took Cyph upstairs, looking nervous and not very relieved to have his boyfriend unconscious in his arms.

After seeing people running through the streets, from our spot in the saloon, I had left Jake in Hardy's care and run outside to find Didi. She was nowhere to be found, so I gave up and went back to the bar, only to find her in there, with four cartoonish bank bags of Fair gold. Of course. And Aeon was gone, with three of his own bags. Ce'st la vie, I suppose.

I put Didi to bed and went back to the table to wait with Rory. Jesus fucking christ. What a day. It continued. Maybe a half an hour later, a whole gang of cowboys trotted on ten horses up to the front of the saloon, and demanded the culprits of the calamity come out. The Mesenger hollered for us to come out with our hands up, and, listen - I know she was trying to help, I do - Rory ran out the batwing doors and threw herself onto the porch, asking the men to "Help, please help," leaving me to darken the doorway alone. I walked out to greet them with a steely look on my face, and I assured their leader that we would be taking out leave of the town soon enough. Les appeared behind me, having heard the commotion from his room, and we squared off with men made entirely of right angles. I used the Voice to silence the Messenger, and I used my own voice to intimidate about half of them into standing down on my first offer. "We will be taking what we came for, and you can have the rest," was the deal I informed them they would be taking. My friends were idiots for everything they just did, but I'm not going to pay a fucking tax on the violence they unleashed. Besides, Les is going to do something amazing with all that Fair Gold. The Heavy stepped forward, steeled to my charisma, and demanded that whatever we had taken was theirs by rights. Just as he was starting to launch into a bad guy speech, about how their boss was the owner of the town, and how we didn't know nothin, I wasn't going to take any of that shit today. "Bite your tongue," I commanded. I could almost taste the blood as it trickled onto his dry lips, and he fell to his knees fighting the force of my words. His silence lifted, the Messenger addressed me with hatred and fear in his voice. "You folks had better be leaving as fast as you came in here." "We will leave as soon as we can," I was being diplomatic. "You better hope there's enough in that El Turro compound to compensate Mr. Delmonte. Or else he'll be wanting your head." "You should go," is all I said, releasing the Heavy from his massiter prison. And so they did.

The Delmonte boys got on their ten horses and went back the way they came, having shed only a drop of blood. As I turned to shuffle back into the saloon, BAM! A shot rang out and as I whipped around, I saw a previously invisible sniper fall from the roof across the street. Dead. The real gunman? In a sarapè and lowered hat, around the corner, came the man we were all waiting for - Max.

[zlichchamber]

Prologue: Interlude

The beginning of a story always has a hook. I suppose that was something we were taught in school or noticed throughout the many shows, movies, and books we read, but for me I wonder why isn't the same true about life. Life was in itself a story; the countless autobiographies prove that much the case. However I don't think coming out of the womb counts as an interesting hook, so if I have to guess I think there was one moment in our lives that defined it- that served as that hook for us. Whether for the worse or the better. If I had to choose the hook of my life it would be October 14, 2021 the day the very world became my story.

Chapter 1: The Recluse Writer

Mr. Numvil, Caesar wake up"

The cries of my name jointed my eyes opened, as the entire class stared at me. I must have fallen asleep in class, as the mean witched teacher was staring daggers at me, but honestly what could you expect in history class of all classes, with the air conditioner on full blast and at the end of the day.

"Glad to see you're with us now Mr. Numvil. I hope you are alive for the rest of the class.

Some of my classmates giggled, while others grunted at me. They all probably saw me as a nuisance or some form of entertainment, not that I cared much. The impression they held of me didn't matter in my eyes. I was used to this kinda stuff and crying or being upset by it wasn't even in my nature. I glanced up at the clock and it read 1:15 pm.

"Only a few more minutes, huh" I glanced at my notebook and picked up my pencil. There weren't any notes written inside, instead in placement was a barrage of words more important than any lecture of the American revolution. They were my bloodline-our in other words my stories. I probably does off when writing the latest addition of the story of an revenge stricken war veteran inspired by this very class.

I suppose I could explain it, but the plot was so cliche that you basically figured it out if you seen multiple action flicks, but I suppose the point of this story wasn't a good overarching story, but something to kill my boredom and more exciting than the review of the same war we heard about countless times.

"Hi Cesar, what u writing" the boy seated next to me said, as he glanced at my notebook..

" Nothing just notes"

"Hmmm ..Doesn't look like notes, plus I doubt u are writing every little word Ms. Flair saying.

"Oh what would you know? Anything could be on the test.

"With this shot I shall avenge my brother…"

In embarrassment I quickly shut my notebook."You saw nothing"

Author Note: Hi everyone, Riz here again or LKR. Well I leave that up to you to decide.

I created a blog again on this site. Yeah I know the last two times ended in failure mostly cuz of my laziness and want to be perfect, but as they always say third time the charm, right.

I just wanted somewhere to post all my ideas or concepts and this happens to serve that purpose. I didn't know what to post here, so I just chose the concept of a prologue that appeared in my mind. I wrote this like two days ago and it was just a draft. Not even finished.

I try to update this blog with my blog, somewhat regularly. Til then peace out and stay safe goofballs.

[sarangkstars]

Short Kdramas/Drama Special/Web Drama

Part 1

From time to time I go through the well-known "drama hangover". Even if I try to balance my backlog, don't start too many dramas with diversified stories at the same time, even if I choose only one favorite to follow... it doesn't matter, the routine will run over all my plans and I end up not having the courage or the will to watch anything. Usually when this kind of thing happens, I look for short dramas, with plots that I don't need to think too much, just watch, smile, fall in love and that's it, move on. So I remembered to list these short dramas I've seen and give my recommendations.

Part 2 here

Part 3 here

Splash Splash Love

Splash Splash Love, the 2015 minidrama with only 2 episodes made me so immensely happy. The story is about a high school student Jang Dan-bi (Kim Seul Gi). Running away from a maths test she finds herself in a playground. Unconsciously, she goes into a puddle and is suddenly transported to the Joseon period. There she meets King Lee-do (Yoon Doo-joon). My review here.

After the Rain

Kim Kang Woo is my soft spot and this 2 episode drama special seemed to call to me. And good thing too because this show is excellent. This is a comedic human drama about Bong Gil who is forty years old, single and tired of taking care of his 90 year old father. My review here.

The Reason I'm Getting Married

Two very good reasons to check out this drama - Song Jun Ho and Hong Jong Hyun. 😍 The story is about a woman (Park Hee Bon) who is about to marry her long-time boyfriend and meets a friend from the past who has a crush on her. My review here.

Came to me and Became a Star

This story is about Gang Seok (Kim Ji Suk) and Ha Jin (Jung So Min). Both are struggling to stay afloat in life when they meet and fall in love. Review here.

Review Notebook of My Embarrassing Days

Another KBS Drama Special starring Jeon So-min and Park Sung-hoon. Do Do-Hye (Jeon So-Min) is a mathematics teacher and has an overly honest personality, which makes her face embarrassing moments. She keeps a diary where she writes down all these embarrassing moments and reflects on herself. My review here.

Handmade Love

Because this web drama has Lee Soo Hyuk as the lead actor, I had to go see what it was all about. This is about Woven (Lee Soo Hyuk) who is a god who sinned by touching the coat of a goddess and his punishment is to live on Earth and make clothes that cure humans of their sadness.

I think Lee Soo Hyuk is perfect for the role of a god with that perfect elegance and ethereal looks. And I want to thank whoever thought he should wear high collars and fluffy pullovers. ❤️

The first thing that struck me was the luxurious appearance of the small shop. The clothes were beautiful and the furniture looked wonderful and magical.

I liked the stories of the humans he had to heal as they seemed solid and with good messages but I also felt they were rushed, maybe because it was only 8 episodes. So the concept was very cute but the execution was not very efficient.

The Universe's Star

"The Universe's Star" is written and directed by Kim Ji Hyun, known for "Splash Splash Love". That, and having my beloved Suho/Kim Jun Myeon in the cast made me want to watch this drama. This is the love story between a talented singer-songwriter Woo Joo (Kim Jun Myeon) and Byul (Ji Woo), a 19-year-old student who turned into a grim reaper after dying in an accident.

This show has stayed in my heart forever because although it only has 6 half hour episodes, it has more depth than some regular length dramas. Each episode had the ability to make me think and feel, and themes such as the meaning of life, self-worth or appreciating the present came up regularly in my thoughts.

While I can't say that the acting of the main actors was excellent I really enjoyed the OTP arc. The ending is quite emotional and moving and although it left me crying it also left my heart full.

I also have to mention the friendship between Byul and Gakshi (ghost). Though they should be "enemies" a friendship is formed and it is a pleasure to see them together.

Queen of the Ring

It's a cute and romantic mini-series of only 6 half-hour episodes. It's perfect for those who don't have time to devote to an entire series of 16 episodes or more and the content is light and heartfully.

Story is about an ugly girl, Nan Hee (Kim Seul Gi) who one day receives a ring that holds a family secret. Due to the magic ring, she dates Se Gun (Ahn Hyo Seop) who is a handsome guy but has a cold-blooded personality and struggles to see her as his ideal type.

I have a crush on Kim Seul Gi and I thought she gave Nan Hee a spunky personality even though she's so insecure about her physical appearance. And, as always, the emotional moments of this drama were delivered by her in a touching way.

I didn't feel very good about the premise of this drama and the idea of the "ugly girl" liking a boy who was only interested in physical appearances was not winning me over. However, the drama showed me that it had a message behind the original idea that left me quite satisfied with the end result.

Romance Full of Life

It's about In-Sung (Yoon Si Yoon) who is preparing for the exam to become a police officer for 4 years. He fails the exam 8 times, but he still has a positive personality. He then applies for the high paying part-time job which is titled "Full Life Experience". And then his life changes.

Of the Three Colors of Fantasies trilogy, this was the weakest for me. What I liked: I loved Yoon Si Yoon in this drama. I thought he looked adorable as a geek with those chrome glasses and that ruffled hair.

I liked that he turned into some sort of superhero and stopped being a weakling but I hated some of his actions and the way it changed him for the worse.

The OTP was okay.

Two Lights: Relumino

For three years Seo In-Soo (Park Hyung-sik) has been facing partial blindness. Looking for a new leisure activity, he joins a photography club for people with visual limitations. That's when he meets Ahn Soo-Young (Han Ji-min) - a young woman who is part of the group of students.

The story shows the daily struggles each has to go through due to their physical limitations, as well as the bond that is developed between them as they get to know each other better.

This short film is to make people aware of Samsung's Relumino device so the running time of the film is only 30 minutes, so the story is developed quickly but manages to be sweet, sensitive and beautiful.

And I liked the message of hope, inner strength and independence in the midst of darkness.