#[class their homework or not. their books and notebooks..i keep forgetting...

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ooc. when you dont know what to do, send dumb fluffy asks. yep.

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Two Negatives

~9.8 k words

From me: I promise it’s not going to be about math that much. This is an academic rivals sort of thing. It’s going to have at least two follow ups but this is the whole story overall. I think there are parts of it that are kind of hand-wavy and whatnot. Not completely connected or explained.

Warnings: Maybe if you read this the right way you may notice that Harry's a little bit of a sugar-daddy. Low self-esteem, cheating, mentions of sex stuff.

Summary: Harry loves annoying the girl in his classes. She's an easy target. And more often than not, she teases him right back.

Which Harry is an absolute sucker for.

“Hey,” he hissed.

She ignored him. Instead, her gaze bounced back between the board where Professor Charles was writing on the whiteboard and the paper in front of her alongside her notebook, dated and titled ready to jot down any issues she had as they worked through the new material.

Something hit the back of her head. Nothing that hurt. But she felt it in her hair. Probably a gum wrapper. Or maybe the actual piece of gum. She wouldn’t have been surprised. She reached behind her head without looking, grateful it wasn’t a piece of gum, and she dropped the wrapper in her bag beside her to dispose of later.

He dropped his calculator off his desk (flung it was more accurate) so it landed right by her foot. She didn’t flinch as it clattered and ignored the curious peeks of others looking at her like she was the one causing the noise.

“Give me a pencil,” he was right next to her, grabbing his calculator.

“Go fuck yourself,” she whispered so quietly she wondered if Harry could even hear her.

“Please! I forgot!”

“You always forget,” she hissed back.

Professor Charles cleared his throat. She glared at her paper as her cheeks burned with embarrassment. How dare Harry embarrass her in front of her professor because he was too stupid to bring his own pencil again. She placed dots on her graph as her professor did, stabbing at her paper a little too hard. Pretending it was Harry’s Voo Doo doll. Just so it would stop. So he would stop. But no. He was still knelt beside her.

“Mr. Styles, is everything alright?” Professor Charles asked.

“Yup, just tying m’shoe,” he said and stood up with a grin. That grin probably got Harry out of a speeding ticket, especially if he was pulled over by a female officer. Probably got him out of homework when he was in school because he knew how to make anyone feel flattered and good about themselves.

That stupid, pretty smile of his with the most adorable dimples probably melted any woman that looked his way.

Professor Charles rolled his eyes as he turned back to the whiteboard. At the same time Harry plucked her pencil from her grip mid stroke of the number eight she was writing. Before she could protest or even fully grasp that her writing utensil was stolen, Harry was back in his seat... right behind her. She took a deep breath and tilted her head to the ceiling trying to keep herself calm so she wouldn’t scream at him in front of everyone. So, she wouldn’t look like a lunatic. Why did he have to sit behind her? She reached into her bag and pulled out her pencil case and continued writing as if Harry hadn’t interrupted her at all.

*

She didn’t have a class following her lecture so she would have a second to breathe and eat, which wasn’t the case most days. Fortunately, she was head tutor at the academic center in the library which wasn’t far from the dining hall. It was also pretty easy going at the center, so she could eat while working. But it was always nice to pretend and be a regular student and eat in the hall. She listened to music and read her book. The only hour she got to read much these days. After tutoring, she would be headed to one more class before she was back to work at the college bar in the center of town.

Her schedule was mapped out to the minute. Her days filled to the brim with school and work. Because she didn’t have a choice. It was the same way every penny of her budget was scheduled and allotted for other things as well. It didn’t leave time for friends.

“Hey gorgeous.”

Well, one friend.

He pecked her cheek before sitting across from her. “Class good?” He asked.

She nodded. “Yeah, how was yours?”

He reached over the table, held her hand, and skimmed his thumb along her knuckles. It was sweet. If it wasn’t so forced. “Good,” he smiled.

Isaac was an extremely handsome guy. He was popular, smart, and funny. His family had big plans for him and that was why he was on this prestigious college campus.

“Hi Isaac,” a flirtatious call sounded from across the room. He turned to find the culprit but came up short.

“By the door,” she said. Isaac turned releasing her hand as he did and waved at the girl who dissolved into giggles. After greeting the masses, he turned his attention back to her. “Can I suggest something?”

“Of course you can, girlfriend.”

She rolled her eyes. “Do you really want to be with the kind of girl who will openly flirt with someone in a relationship?”

“I think everyone knows it’s a fake relationship.”

“Regardless,” she shrugged.

“Jealousy doesn’t become you, my love,” he winked. He grunted when she tossed one leg over the other beneath the table and perhaps overshot just a hair.

She met Isaac on the first day of college. She was bringing her own stuff into her dorm room alone. His parents caught sight of her. Recognized her as she looked like her mom’s twin from way back when they all roamed this campus themselves. But unlike them, she was there under very different circumstances. She greeted them politely, smiled, and chatted as she knew best.

But Isaac approached her later that evening. She was sweaty from unpacking all alone. Her saving grace was a dorm room to herself. Perhaps the only lucky thing about her freshman year. This place screamed money. Money that she didn’t have anymore.

Isaac screamed money. “I need your help.” So, Isaac made sure she didn’t die of hunger and didn’t become a complete social pariah. Made sure she was taken seriously because of course this campus was littered with people who didn’t believe smarts could come without money.

In return, she was to be a doting girlfriend. When his parents were around, she was to be a fixture on his arm. Would it last forever? Probably not. But at least she would be okay for four years. She was kind, lovely, the exact kind of girl they expected their son to find and help keep him stable to take over his father’s company.

The kind of girl that would let Isaac be with whoever. Of course they had their moments. Like the lunch breaks such as the current one. Making appearances so that if anyone asked it wouldn’t be unheard of that they were together.

But she was no stranger to the whispers. That poor girl has no idea her boyfriend is cheating on her.

Fortunately, she didn’t have time for a boyfriend. Especially not one like Isaac. So, if her fake boyfriend was cheating on her, then at least she didn’t have to deal with it. Each time his parents came to town it wrecked her schedule. Wreaked havoc on her study time. Her work time. After three years, it was starting to feel like more of a give and less of a take in comparison to him.

But Isaac was nice enough. He still thanked her profusely—especially when his parents were in town. He didn’t use a lot of tongue when he kissed her in effort to keep up appearances. Knowing where his tongue had been, she was grateful.

“I’m not jealous,” she told him. “I care about you enough that I don’t want your heart to get broken.”

“You know I don’t have one of those.” She rolled her eyes. “You know, I’d be happy to throw you a bone, my love,” he leaned toward her, his eyes flirty and his smile lascivious.

She snorted. “Not even if you boiled it in disinfectant.”

“Orgasms help with stress.”

“I’m not lacking in orgasms. Not that it’s any of your business.”

“Kinky, baby,” he winked. “You actually got me hard,” he told her. He wasn’t trying to sleep with her so much as he was willing to sleep with her. When they first arrived at college there were several firsts that both needed to accomplish and well, the fake dating wasn’t the only thing they were able to help each other out with. But after three years of rumors and knowing what Isaac was like outside their fake relationship, she was glad she got to him before all of the rumors swarmed around her.

“I have to go to work,” she told him getting up from the table.

Isaac really was a nice friend. Lovely even. But only if they were really alone. As time wore on, he got cocky and annoying—especially in public. It seemed like he was doing more of a favor for her than she was for him (even though she stopped asking him for things almost a month into their arrangement—shortly after she heard a rumor of a threesome).

But his parents loved her. They didn’t ask questions about his schooling or dating life because of her sweet nature. Originally, she felt guilty over their lie. But now, she was resenting that part of him more and more. He was a pretty good friend. But he was a dick of a boyfriend. “Are y’hungry, baby?” He asked.

She shook her head, cheeks blushing, and anger tingling in her blood. She hated the way he spoke to her in public; he sounded so condescending. Not at all like the kind and caring boyfriend he was supposed to pretend to be or even the kind and sweet friend he was behind closed doors. “Shut up, Isaac,” she sighed. His ego played a massive part in their friendship. He was rich and popular. She was not. “You sound like a douchebag.”

He pressed his lips to her ear, wrapped his arm around her waist. If she was looking in from the outside, she was sure it looked cute and romantic. “Mm,” he hummed ignoring her insult. “Can feed you something later,” he winked.

She knew people were watching so she smiled, leaned toward his ear. “If you’re going to feed me, I need a full meal.”

He chuckled, rolled his eyes and pecked her lips. “See you later, baby,” he kissed her softly again as he said it. “Gonna make sure you’re nice and full,” he promised loudly as he walked away. Not so loudly, that everyone would hear. But certainly loud enough for Harry Styles, who walked into the dining hall at that precise moment, to hear.

“Wow, bit extra for the dining hall,” Harry smirked. She glared at him, her cheeks warming.

“Don’t suppose you have my pencil?”

“Hmm,” he tapped his hands over his pockets. “Sorry Your Majesty,” he bowed in his over-the-top kind of way. “Clean out.” She rolled her eyes, grabbed her stuff, and made her way for the exit. Harry grabbed her hand at the last second pulling her back to look at him. “Y’okay?” He asked. “Y’look tired.”

She snatched her hand away. She was tired. But it didn’t feel good for it to be pointed out that she looked tired. “Thanks, I guess,” she rolled her eyes again. “I’m going to go now before you have a chance to insult me again.”

“Hey,” he frowned and called after her again as she continued walking away. “M’serious. Y’look like you’re getting sick.”

It was extremely unfair that Harry noticed that. “Are you concerned about me, Styles?” She glanced over her shoulder.

“Someone has t’remember t’bring me a pencil.”

“You could very much bring your own pencil.”

“Well, then I wouldn’t get t’have these lovely conversations every day, would I, Your Majesty?” She shook her head and ignored him as he continued speaking to her. “Hope he fucks y’good and full or whatever,” he called. She glared but refused to look back at him.

*

Harry appeared in one of her classes on the first day of her second year. A transfer from another school. His smile was panty-melting. Truly. Even she could recognize that. But regardless of how pretty he was, it was obvious how annoying he was going to be. He slid into the seat right behind her. “Hi,” he smiled. She ignored him, focusing on her professor starting class syllabus stuff. Besides, it seemed unlikely that someone like Harry was talking to her. “M’Harry,” he whispered.

She started scribbling on her notebook.

“He hasn’t even started yet,” he mumbled.

“Can I help you?” She turned around to look at him.

His smile was breathtaking. It really felt like he stole the breath from her lungs. “Sorry, Your Majesty. Didn’t mean t’interrupt y’doodle. Do y’have an extra pencil?” He asked.

She stared at the twenty-year-old man in his second year of college unprepared for his first day of classes. Perhaps if she rolled her eyes and ignored him, the trajectory of her life might have been something else entirely.

Instead, she handed her pencil to him.

“Thanks, Your Majesty.”

She rolled her eyes, anyway, facing forward.

*

In her Abstract Algebra class Harry was right behind her once more. “Psst.”

She ignored him. But his body was closer, his voice was closer. “Your Majesty,” he practically sang.

“What is your deal?” She hissed.

“I need a pencil.”

“Bring your own.”

“I like the one y’gave me. It wrote so smooth.”

She doesn’t know why she gave him a pencil.

But she really did know.

Harry was obviously handsome and from the way he chuckled under his breath over the lame jokes their professors made, he was quick and probably funny in his own way. But moreover, he had to be intelligent. Really intelligent to understand a pun about probability theory. The way others in the class fawned over him (guys and girls alike) it was apparent he was popular. Maybe popular like Isaac which made her dislike him just a bit.

It went that way every class. Harry was in four out of five of her classes both the fall and spring semester. Every class he needed a pencil. Each day he thanked her in his ridiculously attractive accent. Your Majesty.

What a dick.

But Harry talked to her. Even if it was just asking for a pencil. Or a picture of the notes he missed from when he went to the bathroom. He didn’t care that her family was broke. That she was broke. That she worked three jobs and hardly slept. He didn’t make her feel like she didn’t deserve to be on that campus.

“Did y’get the answer t’number nine?” It wasn’t a trick; he wanted her answer. Her opinion. “I got two different answers three different ways. There was no judgment that she couldn’t afford the extravagant lifestyle that her peers did. She had one winter coat. Not six to match her outfits. She didn’t have a car. She didn’t go out to eat and she made her own coffee except for on Saturdays when she splurged and treated herself to her favorite bagel and her favorite coffee.

Maybe it was because she saw him at a party. A girl at his side, smiling at him. Twirling her hair and touching his pretty chest. It was effortless. She didn’t have to try to flirt with Harry. It was a given. Rich, popular, perfectly pretty. The same as Harry.

Everything she wasn’t. Everything Harry would never want.

So she tended to Isaac. Kept to herself.

Gave Harry an absurd number of pencils.

Which continued into their third year. Where things got busier, harder, and more overwhelming.

But Harry was always right behind her. Asking for a pencil. Making her cranky.

But always making her feel normal when no one else did.

*

It was obvious Harry had money. The key on his ring had a symbol for a car that would never be in her price range. His clothes were pretty, the latest trends. Even his sweatpants looked like they were designer.

Maybe it could have been that way for her. Maybe if her dad hadn’t embezzled all their money. Hadn’t gone to jail and left her and her mother with anything more than a penny. Growing up she didn’t feel rich, but she never wanted. But right as she was applying to colleges, with only one college campus that made her heart happy, it was the first time in her life she thought about and hated money.

She imagined no one on campus ever felt that way.

But even if Harry had the nicest clothes and the nicest car, he never flaunted what he had. Not even to his friends. He didn’t show off or act like he had a ton of money. He was just there.

Which is why perhaps, when he annoyed her to pieces, she didn’t mind giving him a pencil in the end.

*

It was a bad day. She missed her mom. She was exhausted. Didn’t have time to make herself a coffee which just felt criminal. The test on her mind nearly brought her to tears as she sat down in her seat, seconds before her professor walked in.

Her pencil case was empty.

Part of her felt sad she wouldn’t have a pencil for Harry. Would he ask someone else? Would he stop asking her because of it? God, why did she even care? It was a blessing. He would stop asking her. She wouldn’t have to keep wasting money she didn’t have on pencils.

Plus, he wasn’t even there.

The test landed on her table. Her brain felt weary. Was she getting sick? Probably. Stress did a number on her immune system. It was a miracle she wasn’t sick all the time.

Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes she tried to calm her mind. It wasn’t the time to think about the reading she needed to complete, the shift she was covering at the academic center, or the dinner she was really looking forward to splurging on. It had been ages since she had chicken in her pasta dish.

“Hey,” how long were her eyes closed? How did she miss him coming to his seat.

“I don’t have a pencil, Harry,” she hissed back.

“Of course, y’do,” she could hear his eye roll.

“I don’t, I forgot my pencil case.”

He snorted. Her eyes flicked to Professor Charles who didn’t look up from his own paper at the front of the room. “C’mon, quit being a brat.”

“A brat?” She whispered.

“Quiet,” Professor Charles still didn’t look up.

“Sorry Your Majesty, jus’ give me a pencil and—”

“I don’t have one!” Her voice was quiet and maybe if she wasn’t only two rows from the front of the room, it wouldn’t have been a big deal when he pulled it out of her grip.

But she was towards the front.

Professor Charles stood beside their desks. “You’re both excused.”

Her face felt hot and pale at the same time. She felt like she was going to throw up. The feeling of eyes on her made her more embarrassed than the time she tripped and fell at her third-grade band concert. “Professor Charles,” she started.

“Enough,” he snagged her paper from her desk. Her throat felt tight, her eyes prickled, and she thought that maybe in a different life she could have been friends with Harry. Liked him, even.

But not then.

She bit on her lip to keep from crying as she packed her stuff into her bag and marched out of the room, head held high, and ignoring everyone’s stare. Especially the guy following her out of the classroom.

*

She slapped the door to the building as Harry continued following her. She was fuming. Practically steaming from his perspective. Yet he couldn’t help but think she looked absolutely adorable. “Quit fucking following me!” She snapped.

“My God, you’re so uptight,” he rolled his eyes.

“Harry Styles, you’re an absolute dick. Just leave me the fuck alone, for God’s sake.”

It garnered the attention of a few onlookers. But their path to the dining hall was quiet given it was the middle of class time. "Jesus Christ, do y’ever jus’ take a break? S’one fuckingtest, Your Majesty. For fuck’s sake. He’ll probably drop it. Quit being a baby."

A sniffle. One small, tiny noise.

"You don't get it do you?" She snapped. She didn’t want to. But she couldn’t hold it in anymore. It was too much. The final straw.

In the entire time Harry had known her he had never seen her this upset. Not like this. Not to the point where she was crying.

Because of him.

He made her cry.

"I have a squeaky-clean record. I have to be perfect all the time. I can't let one hair be out of place. I can't get one bad grade. If I do, then everyone around me makes comments and they assume it’s because I have no money. The poor girl can’t hack it here. It's this massive pressure on me all the time. I can't get caught doing normal party things. I can't get caught cheating on a test, Harry. I can’t. I lose my scholarship if I don't maintain my GPA. I can hardly afford to be here, Harry. I have to work three jobs. I have to budget every minute of my time as much as every dollar of my bank account. Do you know I haven't been home in three years? I miss my mom so much and I can’t even afford to go see her and I just pretend because—” she covered her mouth and Harry swallowed hard, willing himself to not cry as well. This wasn’t about him. This was all about her right now. “And now,” she croaked. “I’m going to have to skip dinner because I need to buy new pencils because I have been giving them to someone who’s too fucking inconsiderate to even fucking return them after annoying me for no better reason that for kicks.”

Her sniffles turned into sobs and Harry had never felt like more of an ass. He thought she was annoying at worst, but he never wanted her to cry.

Her crying, all her tears, they were all his fault.

"I study so hard. I have to. But I want to. I want to make enough money to support my mom, and I can’t do one thing wrong because if I do then I’ll lose everything. I have to study. I’m not like you, Harry. You just know everything and that's amazing, Harry, it really is,” and for the first time since he started interacting with her, Harry felt horrible for the way he had treated her. The compliment she gave was so thoughtful. The kindness in her voice was unmissable. He was practically shocked it even came from her mouth. “But not all of us are gifted with insane intelligence like you. Not all of us are God's gift to women and can go out and party and not be judged for kissing someone I like. Not all of us can afford to be here without help."

Harry kept his lip between his teeth to keep from speaking.

“I’ll get over it,” she sniffed. “Sorry for being so uptight.” She wiped her face and stalked off toward her dorm.

Harry had never felt worse about himself.

*

She wore her best interview dress. Her hair was pinned precisely so that the pieces that constantly flew away were at bay. She swallowed the rock that formed in her throat as she knocked on her professor's office door.

"Come in."

"Professor Charles," she was grateful he didn't look up because she was worried, she was going to curtsey or something equally ridiculous. "I wanted to apologize—"

"Your boyfriend already came to tell me he's at fault for the fiasco in class. He took full responsibility and said it was extremely unfair of me to refuse you the exam."

Her heart skipped a beat. "M-my boyfriend?" She whispered.

"Mr. Styles is very bold and I suppose I was a bit harsh. You are a brilliant young woman and role model to your peers," he praised. "Would you like to take the test now or schedule another time?" He asked looking up from his work.

She swallowed. "Um..."

"I would appreciate it, if you took it now. I need an answer key to grade the rest of them," his voice was steady, but she felt the compliment down to her bones. "I have a class in two hours, and I was hoping to check grading off my to-do list before it started," he explained.

She felt uneasy, overwhelmed, but not like she did when she sat down the first time to take the same exam. "I can do it now," she whispered and dropped her bag at her feet and situated herself at the table on the side of his office below the window. She got to work and completed the test as if all it asked was for her to write the alphabet down. She was checking over her work when she glanced out the window and saw the sprawling campus. There were people walking by at fast clips. Eager to get to the dining halls and rushing to make it to their classes on time.

But in the midst of all the people running by, there was Harry, sitting on a bench. His arm stretched across the back of it, while the other held his phone. He crossed his feet at his ankles and looked like a model for relaxation.

He took the complete blame for the test. She felt her heart aching and she stood from the table and went over to her professor's desk. "Is... Mr. Styles able to retake the exam as well?"

"I wasn't planning on it," he looked up at her. "Why?"

She bit her lip, looked at her feet. "I could have just given him a pencil."

"Mr. Styles should be prepared for his own education," he said knowingly. There was no way she was going to explain her relationship with Harry to her professor. Plus, she wasn't sure she'd be able to. She dropped her gaze and handed off her exam. "You can tell Mr. Styles he can come up and take the test," he said simply. "I have the answer key now."

She blinked.

"He'll probably ace it as well, but your handwriting is neater," he shrugged, tipped his glasses further down his nose and silently read her answers. She stood still, like she was waiting for the danger to pass. "Is there anything else you'd like to discuss?" He asked glancing back up. She shook her head, pinned to her spot. The strangeness of it all was overwhelming. "Men like Mr. Styles are going to have it a lot easier than you. The field you’ve selected is male-dominated and many will sell you short because of your gender," he said. "That doesn't mean you need to worry about your worth," he assured her. "You are a brilliant, hardworking, and talented individual. Mr. Styles should be bringing you pencils to class."

Her cheeks felt warm.

"Also, to be fair, it's nice to know you're not cheating off of each other because it was getting a little suspicious," he turned her exam back across his desk and wrote her score at the top of her page, upside down—98%. "Missed a negative."

"If Harry misses it, can you knock off more points?" She asked before she could stop herself then felt herself blush at how ready she was to throw him under the bus. She looked down shyly and covered her mouth before she looked up at him again.

Her strict professor made a face that resembled somewhat of a smile. "Of course."

“Thank you,” she hoped she sounded as gracious as she felt.

“Great work,” he nodded in response.

She headed out of the office and walked toward the bench. She sat beside him and faced forward. Harry put his phone back in his pocket and turned only his head toward her. "How'd y’do?" He asked.

"Ninety-eight."

He tutted. "Too bad," he smirked.

A smile twitched at her lips. She looked up at the sky briefly. "He said you can go on up and take it now," she told him.

He blinked. Surprise coloring his pretty features. Harry rarely seemed stunned, especially because of her. It was cute and also exciting that he was surprised by her. "What?"

She looked at her lap, trying to focus on her nails but not for too long because she was worried that she would gnaw on them if she let the nerves overtake her. "That was... the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me," she whispered. "Especially for Professor Charles' class," she continued. Taking a deep breath, she looked at him. "I was obnoxious. Bad day or whatever... it wasn't your fault and I’m sorry I made a big deal of it."

"I just wanted you to stop crying. You look ridiculous when you cry."

She smiled. A genuine one. Not a forced one that Harry had seen her give everyone under the sun. Not the one that she plastered on her face during presentations. It was beautiful. She was beautiful. “Y’had every right t’be mad at me. I was a complete dick.”

She shrugged. “I... I should have just given you a pencil... it turned out there was one at the bottom of my bag and... I kind of... like giving you a pencil. You just caught me at a really bad moment.”

“I know. M’sorry. I knew y’looked off.”

She tilted her head at him. “You knew I looked off?”

“M’pretty good at memorizing all your different looks,” he had a smile that made her melt. “Like right now, s’one of m’favorites. Y’look relaxed. It happens once, roughly, every three weeks, I think. Lasts maybe four minutes if m’lucky,” he winked. She rolled her eyes and shook her head at him. But Harry noticed how her cheeks turned red. It made him want to continue flirting with her. She was fun to flirt with. Her sarcastic comments were funny, even when directed at him, and it only amplified how smart he knew she was.

As much as Harry wanted to stay on that bench for as long as she did, he finally stood. Then rubbed the back of his head squinting at her, one eye closed. "Do you have a pencil?" He asked shyly.

She snorted, plucked hers from her pocket, and held it out to him. "I'd like it back," she reminded him. Even if he didn't, it was their thing now.

He rolled his eyes. "Wait here. It'll only take me half the time it took you." She rolled her eyes but pulled out a book from her bag and opened it to the page she was previously reading. "Hey kitten?" He asked. She didn't look up and Harry realized he never called her anything other than Your Majesty. He nudged her foot to make her look up. "Who did y’think I was talking to?" He chuckled.

"Who me?" She asked, but Harry noted the way her cheeks turned red. He rolled his eyes. "Sorry," she shook her head. "Did you need something else?"

His expression softened and he shook his head. "I'm sorry."

"Thank you," her voice was so gentle. "I'm sorry too."

"There's nothing y'need t'apologize for,” he shook his head quickly. “I was a complete ass," he admitted. She shrugged.

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not,” he said seriously. “Please don’t let anyone treat you that way.” She nodded silently. Knowing that she couldn’t promise that. Nor did she expect Harry to make her keep such a promise, but it made her heart squeeze with disappointment in herself. “Be right back,” he nudged her foot again as he headed back to the math building. She returned to her book and tried not to think about how Harry was probably right. This was the most relaxed she felt in months.

About forty minutes later Harry exited the building, walking at a leisurely pace. He sat on the bench once more. She didn't look up as he did but the butterflies in her stomach reminded her that he was there. Harry draped an arm across the back of the bench and then presented her pencil to her as if it were a bouquet of flowers. "How'd you do?" She asked gently.

He sighed, clucked his tongue. "Ninety-five,” she smiled but tried and failed to hide it from him. "I missed two negatives."

She giggled. "How embarrassing."

"How embarrassing," he mocked in a voice that was meant to sound like her. "You're so annoying. Do y’know he uses your work as the answer key?"

It had to be a record. The longest time they had been together without bickering. The number of times she smiled because of him.

The fastest someone had ever fallen for someone she was supposed to hate.

*

When Harry saw her boyfriend, he started looking for her. He was clearly busy with his friends and the women they were entertaining. But she wasn’t amongst them. He did a loop around the party. Looking for her even if he shouldn’t have. He stopped and chatted during his search so it wouldn’t be obvious. But even when he did stop and leaned against the wall, or grabbed another drink, he kept scanning for her.

When his loop came up empty of the pretty girl he liked to annoy, he wondered where she was and how he could ask without it being weird.

“Hey stranger,” Eleanor smiled and kissed his cheek. “Where’ve you been?”

Louis gave a polite wave to his best friend from across the way, a knowing smile on his lips, grateful that someone he trusted could keep an extra eye on his lady.

“Jus’ wandering around,” he mumbled.

Did he sound disappointed? He felt disappointed.

She stared at him and stood on her toes to reach his ear so she could speak to him directly over the loud music. “She’s not here.”

“What?” Harry pulled back like she slapped him. Was it that obvious? It couldn’t have been. He was just… wandering. Like a lost, lovesick puppy wondering where she was and hoping he would find her to make the weird feeling in his chest go away. Eleanor cocked an eyebrow at him. Silently telling him that hewas not fooling her. “Fuck,” he mumbled sipping his drink. It was pathetic and obvious.

“She doesn’t come to these things,” Eleanor shrugged.

“Why?”

She sighed, rolled her eyes. “He doesn’t want her here.”

Harry felt like the words Eleanor said were spoken in a language he didn’t know. “Who doesn’t want her here?”

“Her boyfriend.”

The grip on the bottle Harry was holding tightened. “Oh.”

“Go ahead. Ask.”

“Ask what?”

“Harry.” He closed his eyes and looked around to find him. It was like he already knew it was going to break him. He didn’t want El to continue even though he knew he needed to hear it. “What he told her to keep her away? She dotes on him too much. Worries too much about her reputation and everyone else’s. She doesn’t have fun. So, he doesn’t want her here. At these kinds of things.”

Honestly, a party didn’t seem like her vibe. She was more of a game night kind of girl. Someone you could take to a family cookout or a pool party with kids. But calling her not fun? Because frankly, Harry realized he hadn’t liked a single party he’d been to in months and it’s because her banter wasn’t there to keep him company.

“Oh,” he murmured. Trying to feign indifference.

“Don’t you want to ask what I think?” Harry didn’t look at his friend. His eyes finally landing on the man that didn’t deserve the sweet, intelligent, and beautiful girl he didn’t invite. He followed his path up the stairs to the second floor. Right as Eleanor told him the worst thing he had ever heard. “He hooks up with other girls and he has the common decency to do it behind her back,” she shrugged.

“What?!” He spit his eyes dropping to Eleanor again. How could she be so casual about this?

“She knows…or I would imagine she suspects,” she shrugged. “But she’s good for his family. They adore her. And he helps her reputation. She’s trying so hard to dig her family—”

It was like he knew. Everything. All of it made sense. Every tiny fiber of her being was made for someone else—whether it was her family who she adored and helped as much as possible, Isaac who didn’t deserve her at all, or even Harry, who honestly wasn’t sure he was much better than Isaac. “Does she know he sleeps with them?”

Eleanor looked at him suspiciously. “I don’t know if they sleep with him. I’m assuming. But I think it’s a pretty good assumption. He’s probably—”

Harry slammed his bottle on the ground shattering it and drawing the attention of those around him. He took the stairs two at a time and opened every door to every room—an unspoken party rule: never open a closed door.

He was breaking it.

A girl shrieked and he just knew he had found the right room. He didn’t pay any attention to her scrambling to cover up her naked chest and instead yanked him clean off the bed. “What the fuck!?” Harry shoved him back into the hall. He was only in his boxers. Piece of shit. Someone whistled and Harry shoved him harder as he tried to push him back and make his way for the bedroom again. “What the fuck, Styles?!”

“Call her,” he snarled. Shoving him against the wall again when he tried to continue escaping. “End it. Now.”

“What are you—”

“You’re going t’cheat on her?” Harry’s voice was venomous. “Her?” He repeated. Like that was really all he needed to say. Everyone was staring now. Harry kept going. “Call her and end it. Or I’m going over and telling her you’re done.”

The stupid prick tilted his head at Harry almost condescendingly. “Do you want her? She’s not like us.”

Harry didn’t like the way he said us. There wasn’t a single connection he wanted to be associated with in context of the vile piece of trash in front of him. Other than he managed to pick the sweetest girl he had ever met. But simultaneously, the very wrong girl to fuck with, because Harry also picked her. Unlike the moron in front of him, he was going to do everything he could to protect her and her heart.

“She’s doesn’t have money. She won’t understand—”

Harry punched him across the cheek before he could stop it and someone else watching groaned at the impact and Harry continued talking. “Tell her now.”

“Christ, Styles! What the fuck!” He rubbed his jaw.

“Tell her.”

“I’m not telling her shit. She knows she needs me more.” Harry jerked back like he had punched him back. “What? You don’t think she’d give up the reputation I have, do you?”

Harry watched him silently for only a moment longer. Without a word, he headed back into the bedroom grabbing the stray clothes. Before anyone could rationalize exactly what he was doing, he was sprinting down the steps and outside.

He threw them in the pool without thinking, ignoring the laughter and shouts from him as he hurried around the side of the house. He continued running and didn’t look back.

*

Harry was in her dorm. On her floor. Stopped in front of her door.

He knocked.

Repeatedly.

There was no answer, but he knew she was there.

So, he knocked again.

And again.

Eventually there was a click of her lock despite the fact it couldn’t be opened without her key card. Of course she was all about safety. Finally, he heard her voice starting to speak as she opened the door. “I’m off duty if you have an emergency, you’re supposed to see the RA on duty and—” The door was open and out of the way before she finished talking. Harry pressed himself inside. “Harry! What are you—”

“Tell me s’not true.”

“What’s not true?”

“Y’know he hooks up with other women?” He glared at her.

The color drained from her face.

Harry rubbed his hand across his face. “What is the matter with you?! Are you so desperate for a scrap of affection you’ll open yourself up t’diseases and shit because you—”

“Shut the fuck up,” she hissed tears stinging her eyes instantly.

“—need him? You don’t need him. You’re a thousand times better than him. A million! Y’could have any guy y’want, and they would still want t’grovel at your feet. Why would y’pick the one Goddamn asshole who—”

“You don’t know shit. Harry Styles. Stop pretending like you know me because —”

“Then explain it t’me because I can’t think of one fucking reason someone as intelligent, kind, beautiful, and hilarious as you would—”

A weird noise left her throat. Almost a squeak. It was adorable. If Harry wasn’t so mad. He would have told her such. Would have reveled in it because she was so fucking sweet and cute. But instead, she asked the most heartbreaking question known to man.

“You think I’m beautiful?”

Her question was so soft. So unbelievably shocked. Innocent. All the words left his head. It was too quiet. His shoulders were rising and falling too hard and too fast. “What?” He shook his head.

She looked at her feet. Harry scanned her. Her shirt was too big. It didn’t look like she was wearing pants. Maybe she wasn’t. Harry hoped she wasn’t. She only wore one sock. Like she lost the other in her sheets or maybe she only purposefully put one on because only that foot was cold. Those pretty eyes looked at him, anxiety, frustration, sadness, all staring back at him from the depth of her soul. “No one has ever said I’m beautiful before.”

Harry felt something die in his chest. He really thought he would start groveling on his knees for her because he was one of millions of guys who wanted to grovel at her feet. He wanted to be better. As soon as he made her cry over missing a test, he wanted nothing more than to be better for her. “No one?”

“Just... my family...” She shrugged.

“Kitten,” he rolled his eyes. “You’re… you’re really beautiful,” he rubbed a hand over his mouth, pinching his lower lip, as he scanned her. “In a way that probably makes a lot of girls jealous,” she snorted. He sighed. “Seriously. Your hair, kitten. It’s... so silky and shiny and your eyes,” he shook his head. “And your brain, my God,” he smiled softly. “M’not even going t’mention your body. Because you’re more than your appearance, but m’really...” he nearly sighed like a lovesick teenager. Maybe part of him still was. “You’re stunning, kitten.”

She blushed. Really blushed. So hard that Harry could see it in the dim light of her room cast from the twinkly lights she had strung around the window. Her cheeks were so red and utterly beautiful. For a second Harry thought it would be easy. All of it. Getting her to like him. Trust him.

Her face morphed into one of utter distrust. “That’s mean,” she whispered. “You’re... that’s mean to...” she shook her head.

“Kitten,” he frowned. Unable to believe she could think like that. He didn’t even know where to begin. Everyone had to like her. She was lovely, beautiful, so intelligent it took his breath away.

But she mistook his hesitation for the worst. She shook her head. “Forget it. You’re just... being nice to me because... because you feel bad or something,” she sniffled. The poor thing couldn’t even take his compliment. Harry wanted to cry. “Just the way everyone else does,” she laughed bitterly. “Thank you for being nice. Or whatever. For wanting to protect me. I don’t need it,” her voice cracked. “You can go back to your party or... whatever it is that—”

“Love,” his heart felt achy.

“No seriously. I get it. I’m too nice. I’m stupid to let him walk all over me but you don’t know the kind of reputation my family has in comparison to everyone here. So yeah. I let him use me as a prop—”

“Stop it,” he snapped and shook his head.

“—because I’m good for his image, too. Even if it makes me miserable and—”

“Kitten, I’m serious. Stop it,” his voice was almost raw. Like he had been screaming for hours. Maybe it was the combination of anxiety and frustration rushing through him. Like adrenaline but worse. He wanted to cry.

“—it’s pathetic that when people see me with him, they see this innocent—”

“Shut. Up.”

“—intelligent girl who doesn’t know anything because her family is poor and broken—”

“Stop it!” His voice took on a new octave. It made her words fall away.

They were both seething with anger and frustration. The tears in her eyes made him sick. Like when he made her cry because she couldn’t take her test. It was only the second time, but he quickly realized he hated it when she cried. “Stop what, Harry?”

“Stop minimizing who you are,” he practically growled.

“Everyone else does it.”

“Oh yeah? Name one time I’ve done that. If everyone has done it; tell me, kitten. When have I. Ever. Made you feel like less?”

She was silent. Finally.

Harry never made her feel like less. He annoyed the shit out of her. Pissed her off and made her sad. But he never made her feel like she didn’t deserve to be on that campus. Never made her feel inferior.

“M’going t’kiss you,” he warned stepping closer to her now that he made his point.

Her brain restarted. Her cheeks flushed again. “Harry, we can’t I’m... in a relation—”

He glared at her as her back pressed to her bed frame. Cornering her in her open room that was suddenly infinitesimally smaller than it was seconds before. “S’not a fucking relationship,” he snarled. “M’not sure what y’were doing. But you’re not doing it anymore. Not with him. Never again.”

“But we were—”

“Y’don’t need him,” he assured her. “Trust me.”

“But—”

“Y’have me, kitten. M’gonna do whatever y’need,” he cupped the back of her neck, making the words stop on the tip of her tongue and put one hand on the small of her back, pulling her to him swiftly and devouring her lips. She moaned instantly, seconds into the kiss. His lips felt like warm little pillows. Cushioning her own. It was intoxicating. Unfairly, he pulled away almost as quickly as it started. “Oh s’nice, kitten,” he praised. “Moaning already,” he pulled back and peppered kisses along her jaw. She whimpered softly, making him groan. “Y’make pretty little noises like that, kitten. M’not gonna be responsible for what comes next,” he warned pressing his lips back to hers.

Her fingers tangled in his hair at the back of her head. Harry leaned forward arching her backward and wrapping his arms around her tightly. He didn’t want to be aggressive, but there was something in the way her mouth tasted, the way her body felt, that he couldn’t stop kissing her. Hardly breathing, or maybe he was trying to breathe all of her in, he continued pulling her lips into his mouth. Hoping that somewhere along the way, they would get stuck like that. Destined to spend eternity attached by their kiss like a Greek punishment. Except the endless touch of her mouth wouldn’t be punishment. Because he wanted it to be endless. Wanted to spend forever showering her with affection because she deserved that and so much more.

“Can I stay the night, kitten? I’ll sleep on the floor if y’want,” his voice was practically ragged. His forehead pressed to hers. “I jus’ don’t want t’leave you. Please don’t make me leave.”

“You can stay,” she whispered, her voice breathless and airy. “Not on the floor, though.”

“M’not a bat, kitten. Can’t hang from your ceiling,” he joked.

She snorted. “C’mon,” she tugged him to her bed and pulled her in right behind her beneath her covers.

There weren’t many times Harry felt peace. “Harry?” She asked, as she settled into his embrace. His lips skimmed along her face, pressing every so often to whatever he could reach. Like he couldn’t stop himself.

“Hmm?”

“Thank you.”

He squeezed her. “You’re welcome, beautiful.”

She sighed. “Your mouth is pretty nice when you’re not talking,” she said quietly.

He chuckled. “Just you wait and see, kitten.”

*

As lovely as the night before was, she tried to maintain a semblance of her routine between replaying the kiss(es) and the angry confession over and over in her head. At the moment, she was grabbing lunch for herself. It was probably going to set her back a bit since she’d need to buy more pencils since Harry stole them all, but she was a little too tired to go without supplying herself with more energy. She pulled her wallet out as the cashier rang her up. “It’s all set, love,” she said sweetly. Tilting her head, she gazed at the woman as if it were a joke.

“I’m sorry?”

“It’s all set,” she repeated. “Your food’s been paid for already.”

She blinked, glanced around, looking for someone that fit the description of Good Samaritan. “Who...?”

“I’m not sure. I was just told that if you came through the line to tell you it’s been taken care of. You can get whatever you want,” she shrugged.

Blinking again she glanced around again. A line formed rapidly behind her. She gathered her items and headed for a seat. The one where Isaac usually joined her. But there was no Isaac. She read her book and listened to her music in silence. It was peaceful. When the hour was up, she headed back to the kitchen area to grab another snack, lining up behind the others waiting to check out as well. “Your food’s paid for.”

She felt like she was being pranked. “Again?”

“No, always.”

She felt like her mind was short circuiting. “What?”

“Your meals. All have been paid for. For the year.”

The snack she got was going to be uneaten because she felt like it was a prank. “I don’t understand.”

“I really don’t have more details than that. We were just told your food was paid for.”

“We?”

“My boss left, but I can have him reach out and explain it.”

“Please. Thank you.”

Stunned, she left with her snack. She headed to the library academic center. The tutors on her shift all waved to her. “That gift is for you,” Gabby said. At the front table was a fairly large giftbag. The kind you get for a kid’s birthday and put a board game in it. She looked at it curiously and pulled the tissue paper out of the way. She swallowed the lump in her throat realizing she didn’t need the dining hall manager to reach out to her after all.

She plucked the card from the slot on the side of the bag.

Half are probably for me anyway.

The bag was filled with packages of her favorite pencils. More than she would need for the rest of her undergraduate degree. Maybe even graduate. Or even the rest of her life.

She took a deep breath and pulled out her laptop and opened her email. She typed in Harry’s address, because she still didn’t have Harry’s phone number. Even after making out with him for hours. After waking up in his arms later than she was supposed to and letting his lips linger on her skin.

She wrote her message and pressed send before she could overthink it.

You didn’t have to do that. It’s way too much, actually. I’m a little uncomfortable imagining you spending THAT much money on food and pencils.

Well. If you died of starvation, I wouldn’t have anyone to bother. Kind of a boring way to suffer through the last two years of college—we have Real Analysis I and II next year. I can’t do that alone.

Thank you. That was... very nice of you.

You’re welcome, kitten. Coffee is free too; I went to every shop within walking distance and left your picture. An old ugly one from your mom’s Facebook page, don’t worry. Didn’t want you to get a big head about all of this. It’s not a big deal.

Help yourself to whatever you need and if you need something else let me know.

And this is my phone number so you can stop emailing me like it’s 2003.

She smiled fondly at the message. Closed her laptop and felt happier to be at work than she had in weeks.

*

Harry didn’t force anything. She was lying against his chest in her small room, on her small bed. “I’m sorry it’s so cramped,” she whispered.

“S’better for snuggling,” he shrugged and kissed the top of her head. “Go t’sleep, please, kitten.”

“Don’t you want to... I don’t know, fuck or something?”

“Well, when y’propose it so romantically like that,” he murmured.

She pouted. “I don’t know... I just assumed that...”

“That m’like Isaac? Please don’t make that assumption anymore.”

“So, you don’t want to fuck me?”

“Oh, more than anything,” he tilted her head up and brushed his finger on her warm cheek. “But not until you’re ready.”

“I literally just—”

“No. Y’think s’because we’re supposed to. Not because y’want to,” he shrugged one shoulder. “I’ll wait,” he promised and kissed the tip of her nose, and it was the lamest kind of kiss imaginable. Being twenty-one and melting over a kiss on the nose.

Yet it made her want a thousand more of them. Made her want to cry with how adored she felt. Harry didn’t care that she worked a thousand hours. He didn’t expect her to make out with him. Or blow him. Or anything sexual. No, he practically begged her to sleep in his arms.

It was unfair how sweet he was wrapped up in the body of someone that made her infuriated for the last year and a half. Right as she was about to pass out, she jerked herself awake involuntarily. “Y’okay, love?” He hummed as if she so much as coughed and not nearly punched Harry in the face with her movement.

“Tired.”

“I know, baby. M’trying t’make y’sleep,” he combed her hair down. Traced her spine in the same movement. “Surprise, surprise, you’re a bit stubborn.”

“Who me?”

“Want me t’sing?”

“Don’t want my ears to bleed, no.” Harry chuckled softly. Ignored her.

Then hummed.

It was so warm, so soft, it felt like magic. Harry could sing. That wasn’t on any Bingo cards when she thought about Harry. She didn’t even know what song he was singing. But it lulled her right to sleep.

*

Harry was wrapped around her in the small bed, his head tucked below her chin, his face smushed into the front of her shirt. If she wore a lower cut shirt, Harry would have been drooling on her boobs. “You’re able to breathe in there?” She whispered, threading her fingers through his hair.

“S’the only way I want t’go,” he promised, his voice muffled with sleep and the fabric on her body. “Or with y’legs wrapped around m’head,” he shrugged one shoulder. If Isaac said that to her, she would have punched him. When Harry said it, it made her want to wrap her legs around his head. Made her squeeze her legs together. “Felt that,” he mumbled. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, so he had no choice but to feel it. “Did y’sleep okay?”

She nodded. “Did you?”

“Extremely. Wrapped up in m’favorite girl.”

Her heart fluttered and she kissed the top of his head. Never would she have imagined Harry being so sweet and lovely like this. “Are you... going to be mean in public to me?”

“I hope not,” he pulled away and rubbed his eye. He looked sleepy and boyish. A devilish combination for her skeptical heart. “Have I been mean t’you?” He asked. “I know I tease, but mean?” She supposed he wasn’t mean. Maybe the teasing tricked her.

“I guess the teasing—”

“M’so sorry love,” he frowned and cupped her cheeks, kissed her softly on the lips. “No more teasing,” he promised.

“Well,” she laughed softly. “I kind of like teasing you.”

He smirked. “I don’t want you to think m’mean,” his eyebrows pinched together.

“Can I ask you a question without making fun of me?”

“I think that depends on the question, kitten. If y’ask me some basic math problem like what’s the indefinite integral of x-squared times cosine x or what’s a negative times a negative—”

“Are we dating?”

He stopped his joke and cupped her face. Dropped his forehead to hers and brushed his thumb along her cheek. “I would fucking hope so, kitten.”

She swallowed. “You don’t care that I’m broke? Or that I work a lot and I’m crazy and—”

“No, I don’t care ‘bout any of that. You’re m’favorite person to annoy. The person I look forward t’seeing most in class. You’re the entire reason ‘ve never skipped class.”

Her heart fluttered. “You can’t pay for everything, Harry. It was a sweet sentiment but—”

“M’not letting m’girlfriend starve,” he rolled his eyes.

Her heart definitely fluttered. He was sweet. Harry was sweet. What a revelation. Or maybe she always knew that.

She looked into those beautiful green eyes that made her feel overwhelmed in the best way. “Why do you call me Your Majesty?” She whispered quietly. Almost scared to hear the answer.

He rolled his eyes again. A favorite past time of his. “Because kitten,” he pressed his lips over hers briefly, then kissed her forehead, and finally the tip of her nose. He met her gaze and made sure she was focusing when he spoke again. In a few minutes she would be busy, overwhelmed, and stressed. For the moment, Harry wanted to make sure she knew just how important she was to him. “I think you’re a queen.”

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Obsessed with Pampering you

Pairing: Draco x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1,818

Warnings: smut

Summary: reader has had an impossibly long day, so Draco pampers her by making her come with just his hands.

It had been a long day. Classes, quidditch, homework, projects, and it was about to be an even longer night. It was the last day before winter break, and most of the students had left to go home already. You were looking forward to having the girl’s dorm all to yourself this holiday, but first you had to meet with a 3rd year student whom you’d been tutoring in potions at Snape’s request all semester. You knew it wasn’t going to be a quick study session either, this student was overwhelmingly behind on his assignments. You stood under the hot water of the shower wishing more than anything you could just crawl into bed after this. It was the middle of winter and the castle was freezing. It just made you want to close the curtains of your dorm’s bed, cuddle up with a good book and a hot tea, and stay there for days.

Reluctantly, you stepped out of the shower, wrapped yourself in a towel, and walked into the empty dorm room. As you approached your bed, you jumped a bit in surprise. “Draco?” He jolted awake and sat up yawning.

“Finally, you’re out. You take longer showers than the whole of Slytherin house combined.” You smirked and rolled your eyes. He had come into your dorm, yet of course the first thing out of his mouth when he wakes up is a complaint about you.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, glad to see you made yourself comfortable.” You joked. He snorted.

“What are you doing here?”

“You have my transfigurations notebook. I need it back.”

Draco was always making excuses like this to come and see you. He was too proud to just say ‘I missed you, and I needed your company’. In fact, he’s pulled this trick once or twice before today, purposefully lending you a book or something just to come into your dorm later claiming to need it back, only to end up spending hours with you and forgetting to take the book with him when he eventually left. He was a stubborn and proud asshole, but you loved him for it. The truth was, he did need your company. More than you knew. and you were happy to spare his pride and play along with his stupid excuses to spend time with him. He might not be good at communicating it, but these times with you made him the happiest person in the world. It reset him after long and dark days.

“It’s in my backpack in the common room. I’m about to leave to help Reid with his potions homework, you can walk out with me and get it then.” You told him. He looked disappointed.

“You’re joking, it’s the last day before break, he can’t expect you to help him now!” He said sitting up and looking angry. You shrugged and rolled your eyes. “I know. But he needs the help. And Professor Snape is holding me to these tutoring lessons.” You said, lying your head and body on the edge of your bed, letting your legs hang over. The minute your body hit the sheets, you felt like collapsing. “I’m so tired.” You said.

“You look exhausted.” Draco said, brushing some hair from your face, then scratching your scalp lightly with his fingertips. You hummed at the little head scratch, allowing your eyes to close for just a moment. “Tell him you’re not going. Tell him you’re sick, or you hit your head during quidditch practice and can’t think straight.” He said, now pulling you up fully onto the bed and lying you in between his legs. You let your back rest against his chest and melted into him as he continued to massage your head.

“I can’t do that, he’s probably on his way to the library now.”

“So? That little git can figure out his damn homework on his own. Anyway we both know you could use the rest, y/n”. He dragged his fingers gently down your shoulders and arms, and slowly began placing lazy kisses on your jawline. He was right. You did need the rest. His tone softened. “Come on, stay in bed, I’ll go tell him you’re sick and bring you up some tea from the kitchen.” He said softly in your ear. You knew it wasn’t a good idea, that Draco probably wouldn’t be overly polite to a third year Gryffindor who had been taking up a lot of your time recently, but you couldn’t resist anymore. Not when Draco was offering to pamper you like this. You loved when he was in a clingy mood. It wasn’t common, but sometimes he just needed to be with you, and in those times, all he wants to do is spoil you rotten. Maybe you needed his company as much as he needed yours right now.

“You’re the best” you say, finally giving in. He gives you a kiss on the cheek then gets up and quickly fixes his hair.

“I’ll be quick. Don’t move.” And with that he was gone. You sprawled out on the soft bed and began to doze off. You woke up to the soft sound of a teacup clinking against the nightside table, and Draco quietly shuffling back into his place behind you, lifting your body and pulling your back into his chest once again. You hummed when he once again began massaging your head and lightly scratching your scalp. He placed a long and loving kiss on your cheek, then began kissing down your neck as he lightly scratched down your arms. A soft moan left your lips and he slipped his arms under yours and pulled you into a tight hug against him. He disconnected his lips from your neck to say “I love you y/n”. Then placed another long, sweet kiss on your cheek.

“I love you too Draco” you said as you reached up to your chest and began unraveling your towel. Draco’s eyes widened as he looked down at your freshly cleaned naked body and you felt him hardening underneath you. “Please keep touching me?” You begged softly.

“I’ll keep touching you as long as you let me y/n.” He whispers in your ear. You shudder at his warm breath against your skin as one of his hand gently cups your breast, and the other feels down your toned stomach, onto your thigh, and slowly feels back up, just barely grazing your core before slowly feeling up your abs, past your other breast, grazing its nipple, then landing on your chin and gently turning your head to face him. You let out a small whine when your lips connect, and you feel him smirk against you. Cheeky bastard. With his other hand, he lazily circles your nipple with his fingers before finally cupping your breast and dragging his thumb over the nipple. You let out a breathy moan as you start to buck your hips into the air, feeling yourself clench around nothing. “Please?” you whispered to him.

“Please what?” He asks, continuing to gently play with your nipple with one hand and caress your inner thigh with the other. He was so so close to where you needed him.

“Please touch me Draco” you said bucking your hips, trying and failing to feel his hand on your core.

“I am touching you.” You could hear his smirk. You whined

“Please Draco, PLEASE touch my cunt, I’ve been thinking about you all day, I want you to feel how wet I am for you” you say. Draco moans and you feel his erection twitch against you.

“Since you asked so nicely” he said and finally slid his hand onto your core.

“Oh” you whined as he collected your wetness in his fingers and started rubbing torturously slow circles on your clit. You whine and start bucking your hips up into his hand, desperate for more friction. He grasps your thigh to still you and says “relax love. I always take care of you, don’t I?”

“Mhm” you moan out as his hand begins circling faster on your clit.

“Don’t I?” He says moving faster but decreasing the pressure. You whine and once again buck into his hand, unable to stop yourself.

“Yes Draco, no one can take care of me the way you do. No one could ever do the things that you do to me” you say. You hear a soft, barely contained moan escape his lips at your words as he finally applies more pressure, and starts circling your clit at a rapid pace. Your eyes close and your head falls back into his shoulder. You moan as he kisses and nips at the column of your throat. He moves his middle finger down, and slowly circles your hole, teasing you, while keeping a steady pace on your clit with his thumb. You gasp and buck your hips up into his hand. “P-please?” Is all you could manage to say between breathy gasps, but that was all he needed to hear from you this time. He plunged his long finger up into you and you gasped. You couldn’t help but squirm against him as his finger found the magic spot within you and pressed on it again and again in perfect time with his thumb which was still gently circling your clit. Your breaths became uneven and you felt the coil tightening. “Please…I’m s-so close” you whispered into the soft pale skin of his neck. You felt him swallow and could feel him slightly bucking his erection into your back, desperate for some friction, but unwilling to stop doing what he was doing when you were so, so close for him. You were so pretty when you came, he would do anything in the world to watch you come all over his fingers. He grunted at the sound of your moans, the feeling of your walls beginning to tighten around his fingers. He bit down on your neck, lightly sucking on you and you came hard all over his fingers. You were a moaning mess clenching him over and over and over again, wanting to keep him inside of you for as long as possible. Wanting to feel this connected to him forever. He helped you ride out your high until you were jolting at his touch from sensitivity. Draco hummed contently and brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting you, savoring every last drop of your wetness. It was the most delicious taste in the world to him. He reached down and you shuttered as he gently collected more from your cunt and once again sucked his fingers clean. You rolled over to face him and gave him a soft, long, sweet kiss. “I love you, Draco. You’re amazing in every way.” You said before snuggling up against his chest and drifting off as he begins to gently scratch your scalp. “You deserve the world, y/n”. Was the last thing you heard before he softly kissed your head and you fell asleep on top of him, knowing that you would pay him back in the morning.

[shiftingmoonshine]

this post was entirely inspired by this masterpiece

what's in my bag in my hogwarts dr ?

sooo... this bag is definitely equipped with an extension charm (and some other, maybe not entirely legal or ethical enhancements and defences). otherwise, there would be no way all of this could fit. but what can i say, i like a petite purse but always feel the need to carry anything and everything with me at all times. who knows when you might need it.

let's get to it !!

. . . glitter gel pens and vanilla scented parchment

. . . a big bottle of calming draught

. . . lipgloss called 'lumos' with gold shimmers from some obscure german brand

. . . another lipgloss pansy and i made in potions class instead of doing our assignment in third year. we got detention. totally worth it.

. . . spare gloves made from werespider silk

. . . two-way compact mirror that is connected to pansy's and daphne's matching ones (this is definitely for more important purposes than getting live updates on gossip)

. . . a peacock feather quill draco gifted me for my 13th birthday

. . . two letters from my grandmother i 'forgot' to open

. . . a tarot deck that is probably cursed but has never lied to me personally

. . . various crystals and two small candles

. . . gumdrops that turn you invisible for exactly 33 seconds

. . . at least one issue of witch weekly

a charmed matchbox without any matches, but

. two honey flavoured bonbons

. a rosemary twig

. three bandaids

. an emergency cigarette for my boyfriend

. needle and twine

. . . thin spell book full of jinxes and hexes (only legal ones, i swear)

. . . a note from blaise bitching about someone called jeremy (i have no clue who that is)

. . . a brooch my boyfriend gifted me. i don't wear it because it makes people around me trip over nothing.

. . . a small worn notebook with to-do lists i always forget to cross off

. . . a pressed daisy from the garden at our family estate in Germany

. . . my wand (ebony, unicorn hair core, 13 3/4", unyielding flexibility)

. . . a scale from the merfolk living in the great lake

. . . sheet music for choir practice

my monogrammed coinpurse with

. 3 galleons and 14 sickles

. ruby earrings i took out at some point and never properly put away

. a small vial of amortentia i use as perfume sometimes

. everchanging lists of who we (as a group) dislike at the moment (most contributions come from draco)

. old slug club invitation with a wine stain

. . . countless hair ribbons and hair pins i routinely trade with daphne and pansy

. . . a playing card i took while cheating during game night (theo is too good, okay?)

. . . anchient Lestrange family heirloom that can transform the wearer into a crow (i probably shouldn't be carrying this around)

. . . charms homework i accidentally cursed to dramatically narrate my writing, tied together tightly by a ribbon to make it shut up

. . . borgin and burkes receipt for four books on advanced curses (don't ask)

. . . a hairbrush that brushes my hair on its own

. . . an old key that opens ... something. i forget what it is, but i am sure i will remember when it is important

. . . photo of the latest family gathering, my grandmother is menacingly pointing her parasol at my father while my aunt and i smile happily into the camera

. . . potion from last week's brewing club session

. . . a vial of blood that is probably mine (you don't want to know)

. . . a list to keep track of the bets concerning blaise's love life (pansy is currently in the lead)

[iheartjeremygilbert]

The ultimate school guide

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with the new school year beginning in less than a month, everyone needs to start preparing. so I present to you ‘The Ultimate School Guide’. a guide to steer you to the difficult challenges of the upcoming school year.

I have divided this post in a couple categories to make it easier to understand.

supplies ᯓᡣ𐭩

I have created a list of things you need:

school bag

notebooks

books

pencil case

planner

emergency kit

water

lunch

binders

rulers

pencil case

pens

pencils

three highlighters (one for things you understand, one for things you understand a little bit but need a little more help with and one for things you don’t understand)

eraser

tipex

calculator

tabs

sticky notes

sharpener

emergency kit

pads/tampons

hair ties/hair clips

hairbrush

lipgloss/lipbalm

bandaids

mints/gum

deodorant

extra underwear

wipes

any time of pills you might need

hand sanitizer

Things to do before the beginning of the school year˖࿐

2 weeks before school starts

deep clean and organize your room. and I mean everything. from your closet, to your school cabinet organize everything.

shop for back to school clothes

1 week before

finish school supplies shopping

plan your daily schedules

do your laundry

pick your ‘first day of school’ outfit

the night before

pack your lunch

set out outfit

pack bag

set an alarm

take a shower

the morning before/the first day

eat a good breakfast (breakfast is the most important meal of the day)

take first day pics

don’t forget to do your little first day tik tok transitions

try to memorize your schedule

study tips ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

I have gathered some study tips that actually help:

before you even start, make a list in the order of things you’re to do/topics you’re going to study. then you will be organized and won’t be stressed on what to study first

learn things your way. I know there is like millions of study methods that claim to work, but you do you

actually try to understand things and don’t just memorize them. keep information in your long term memory by actually understanding them

reward yourself. let your brain correlate rewards with studying, that’ll motivate you to study even more. these rewards can be of different values depending on the difficulty of the task

study 30-40 minutes and then take a 5-15 minute break. it’s scientifically proven that the human brain gets tired when overworked for over 40 minutes. but if you feel like you can’t reach the 30-40 minute mark, stop and take a break but after that get back on your feet and work harder

put your phone away. don’t just put it in arms reach. put it in another room so you it won’t distract you

school tips ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

deep clean. every sunday clean your school bag and at the end of every month deep clean everything

sunday is the day you get ready for monday

write important dates somewhere. this is where the planner comes in handy

do your homework/assignments the day they’re given

when homework is assigned write down the date that’s assigned and the due date

pay attention in class and ask questions

get a calendar. it will help you keep track of everything. you can also put sticky notes on the important dates

join clubs. I’m not kidding when I say half the friends I’ve made the last school year I meet in clubs.

personalize your notebooks/binders with stickers

routines જ⁀➴

school day morning routine

wake up early. you’ll have plenty of time to get ready. set up a song you like as an alarm. also set two alarms (one five minutes after the other) incase you don’t wake up the first time

make your bed. then you won’t want to crawl back into it

go to the bathroom. brush your teeth, do your skincare, take a shower if you need to etc.

make yourself a little drink. make yourself coffee, tea, matcha etc.

start getting ready. get dressed and don’t forget to accessorize, do your make up and do your hair

breakfast! the most important meal of the day, it should be simple but filling.

pack your waterbottle and lunch. you should pack your bag the night before but your water and lunch in the morning

and out the door you go

school evening routine

wash your hands. first thing when you get home wash your hands because you’ve touched things, throughout the day, that very probably aren’t clean

hydrate. drink water

unpack. unpack your pencil case and the homework you were assigned that day and set them aside.

change. change from your outside clothes to inside clothes. something more comfortable

snack and drink. make a snack and a drink for studying

studying and homework. get your snack and drink, your pencil case and homework then I recommend studying for an hour. you can work 25 minutes, take a 10 minute break, study again 25 minutes. it’s all about balance

relax. after that take 1-2 hours to relax. read, watch a tv show, text your friends etc.

gather your supplies. pack your bag before dinner time. refill your waterbottle and put it in the fridge

dinner time!

extra homework. if you didn’t finish your homework before take the time to do it now

no phone. stop scrolling on social media about 2-3 hours before going to bed. take this time to do things you like

sleep tight!

character inspo ༄˖°:･

in this little section, I’m writing about characters you can take inspiration to be like, for the school year. this contains: Elena Gilbert, Bella Swan, Spencer Hastings, Hermione Granger and Rory Gilmore.

Elena Gilbert: the vampire’s girlfriend

dress more like a 2010s’ vibe. Henley tops, tank tops with lace, flared jeans, your vampire boyfriend’s jacket, converse, boots, a lot of accessories etc.

get a diary. Elena narrates her life through her diary and writes her days there

bag. Elena wears a one shoulder minimalist brown bag to school

be confident. Elena is like always confident and doing what she wants, not letting anyone stop her

wear minimal make up. we can see that Elena doesn’t go to school with a full face of makeup. so just a little concealer to hide your dark circles that were formed for staying up all night with your vampire boyfriend, a little lipgloss or lipbalm and mascara

hair. wear it straight and down. Elena puts her hair in a ponytail to get it out of her face and curls it for events

your place. have like a coffee shop or a grill (like the mystic grill) where you go with your friends to meet up. become a regular there

always happy. Elena always finds the good in everything, so do the same

Bella Swan: the vampire’s lover

read!! Bella is always reading. it’s like a form of escapism for her

music. she always has her headphones with her

minimal make up. Bella is like the mysterious girl that doesn’t wear makeup and is different

be different. instead of always wanting to stay with thr popular group she’d rather read a book. so do things you want not what others want

dress more like a 2010s’ vibe. same as Elena’s style but make it a little bit darker. dark colored henley tops, flared jeans, your vampire boyfriend’s jackets, converse.

hair. Bella’s hair is sometimes middle parted, sometimes side parted and sometimes she just wears a headband

personality and habits. Bella is curios but clumsy, she is an introvert with a habit of biting her bottom lip

everyday actions. do well in school and be helpful around the house (Bella is always helping her dad around the house with chores)

Spencer Hastings: the academic weapon

dress classy and old money style. Spencer is wealthy so she dresses the part. with her plaid skirts, sweaters, jewelry and her hairstyles she manages to wow Rosewood

study study study. Spencer is so intelligent because she loves to read and to actually understand school material.

sports and clubs. between studying and fighting for her life because of A, Spencer overworks herself with field hockey and debate club

hair. Spencer straightens her hair with a curling iron and curls it at the bottom. she also just straightens her hair fully sometimes. she puts it in a ponytail when she is working on an elaborate plan to catch A

be smart and act smart. Spencer always has a witty response to everything.

Hermione Granger: the brightest witch of her age

hair. Hermione’s hair is wild and free, she doesn’t straighten it but puts braids on it

smartness. we understand that her character is all about wit. she knows her stuff because she actually learns and understands it

clothes. sweaters, jeans, a good pair of sneakers, t-shirts and nice dresses for events is what Hermione’s wardrobe consists of

don’t let people put you down

advocate for justice! Hermione makes an organization for the lives of elfs. you can join different organizations to help people

be mature. act your age and not like a child

respect rules…but don’t be afraid to bend them

do what is right not what makes you popular

Rory Glimore: Star Hollow’s favorite girl

(this about season 1-2 Rory)

hair. Rory sometimes curls her hair but most of the time it’s straight. and she styles it with all kinds braids

clothes. since Rory and Lorelai share a closet their styles get mixed. Rory mostly wears earthy tones, sweaters, long sleeves, flared jeans are a must and she accessorizes.

take a book with you everywhere

have goals. like actual achievable goals

make lists. wether they’re pro and con list or a list of stuff she needs to finish, Rory always writes down her thoughts

personality. she is genuine and kind, but doesn’t let herself become a doormat. she doesn’t care about popularity or drama

school life. finish your homework on Fridays, pay attention, understand things rather than memorizing it etc.

cherish relationships. go to your grandparents once a week, gossip with your mom, go out with your friends etc.

paint your toenails red

have movie nights

go to events. every time your town might have an event, goo!!

⋆｡‧˚ʚ ♡ ɞ˚‧｡⋆

Tysm for reading

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[light-lanterne]

random idea i just had:

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au where the party, nerds as they are, spend their afternoons in the school library reading novels and scientific journals, and playing a game of "who can find the weirdest trivia fact of the week". one day, as they are doing this, mike comes across a very unassuming notebook hidden amidst the oldest books in the library, the cover for which has three simple words written sloppily on its cover which read:

"do you dare?"

intrigued, mike opens the notebook and discovers a series of riddles and clues that has him running around the library and unveiling obscure novels and forgotten poetry books, each of them bringing him closer to crack the hidden code until, just in time before the library closes, he manages to uncover a rather confusing message:

"welcome to the hellfire club. you will find your first task inside your locker, first thing in the morning."

needless to say, he immediately discards it as absolute bullshit and goes on with his evening, saying goodbye to his friends and quickly forgetting about the affair as he heads home and busies himself with his homework.

however, he is immediately reminded of it all when he arrives at school the next morning, early for once, and finds a little note folded neatly atop his messy school books, the same handwriting as in the notebook staring him right in the face and he almost freaks out, for no one has his lock combination nor did he see anyone in the library other than his friends so there's no way anyone would've seen him figure out the code.

and yet there it is, and he kind of wants to scream, but he has to keep his composure lest he scares his arriving friends and gets in trouble with them for playing weird games without telling them about it.

thus, he hides the paper and decides to burn it as soon as he gets home, then opens it in the restroom during lunch for he is curious by nature and it certainly wouldn't hurt to just see what it has to say, right? it's only a piece of paper and he's completely and utterly alone here, so whoever's behind it can't possibly know if he read it or not,,, right ?

so he opens it, holds his breath for a moment, then reads it and sighs in relief as he notices it's nothing but a simple challenge:

"graffiti the bathroom stall."

a silly prank indeed. nothing mike hasn't done by himself quite a few times in the past, in fact, nor anything to freak out about considering it's a simple, harmless request.

so,,, mike decides to play along, if only so he can maybe figure out who is behind this and ask how they knew he'd cracked the code, how they figured out his locker combination, or what even is the hellfire club.

and at first, the challenges are rather innocuous: hide mrs. click's textbook before class, "misplace" the basketball's team storage key, put some roses in (will's) a classmate's locker without being spotted, free his neighbour's neglected dog and take it to a loving home, lock troy walsh's bike to a tree without him finding out.

then, they get a little more complicated: spend an entire day inside the cinema without paying a dime or getting kicked out, steal the chief of police's pen from his pocket, walk into a store's fitting room to try something then exit without paying while wearing the garment, make out sloppy with his male best friend in a broom closet during homecoming, take some of his parent's money and donate it to a cause they wouldn't support.

(make out with his best friend again during sunday's morning service at church, then escalate it a little more for extra points, if he dares)

little by little, mike gets lost in the game and soon he stops questioning the origin of the notes, or the increasing amorality of the requests, or how the one behind them always knows when he's succeeded. all he knows is that the notes have promised him a big reward should he complete fifty tasks successfully, and he's not about to give up now that he's come so far.

so he plays, and he becomes obsessed with winning, and it only occurs to him that something's terribly wrong when he reaches the fiftieth challenge and the note for his last task is left on his bedroom's desk, the black ink with which they'd all been written suddenly gone and replaced by red words.

"kill someone,"

his last challenge reads, and mike's much too involved to resist.

- the end -

(pretty sure this type of concept has a name, but i can't really remember it rn and i think the ending for that thing is far darker so let's leave it at this x.x also, feel free to imagine the type of funky business mike gets up to throughout the game; anything that would be "amoral" goes i suppose ~)

[oscarwildesbitchboy]

Small things in my life that are chaotic academia:

Dried paint splatters on my white dress shirts because i keep wearing them to my art classes

Pen streaks on my hands from being distracted in class

Doodles of bones, skulls, and inkwells all over my papers

Stacks of books everywhere in my room because my bookcase is too full

My fancy but tea stained cups and saucers because i always forget to empty the dregs of the cups

A collection of fountain pens, since i can never seem to have enough

Scribbles of poetry and literature on every writable surface because i will forget them

Dusty half-filled notebooks everywhere

At least 25+ books next to my bed that i am all reading currently or planning to read soon

Never turning on the overhead lights, instead using candles and any other small light sources i have

Keeping my meds in an empty perfume bottle

Playing the same 2 vinyls when doing homework, one is a compilation of Mozart and the other is My Chemical Romance

Writing letters in French to my partner using google translate

Keeping a diary in Latin, but not being able to read it back because i forgot some words

[victorluvsalice]

Valicer OT3 Week, Day One: Meet Cute!

Hi all! As per @ot3-week the tumblr, this week -- March 17th through the 23rd -- is OT3 Week the week! So what better way to celebrate than with a week of Valicer fics? :D We start today in the Modern!AU verse (the one where Victor, Alice, and Smiler all meet and get together as modern-day college students, most often seen in my Not-Incorrect Quote collections) with the "Meet cute" prompt -- and what cuter way to meet than the classic Crash-Into Hello? Though only two of the polycule officially met that way -- one was just observing...

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It has to be them – right?

Alice frowned as she gathered up the various books and notebooks so necessary to her life as a college student, turning the question around in her head as her fellow students hurried out the door. I mean – there can’t be that many people out there going by “Smiler,” she continued to herself, eyes flicking to the person in question as they too gathered their things. It doesn’t feel like a common nickname, at any rate.

“It’s not a nickname at all – it isn’t Nick,” Hatter declared, tapping the ground with his cane. “Unless that’s what the professor had on his screen, in which case that is the nickname – and if that’s the case, this person seems to have disavowed it, given how insistent they were on being called ‘Smiler.’”

Oh hush – you’re focusing on the wrong thing entirely, as usual, Alice though, rolling her eyes as she stuffed a textbook in her backpack. Ugh, really hoping this doesn’t telescope my spine before my next class...anyway, I just think it would be even more of a coincidence to run into someone going by Smiler who wasn’t the curator of that website my boyfriend likes so much than one who was. Especially one taking a psychology class with lots of focus on altered mental states.

“And yet, not impossible,” Cheshire said, appearing beside her. “Which is why you haven’t actually brought the subject up to them for confirmation, I purrsume.”

That, and it would be incredibly awkward – “Oh, hi, I’m not a fan of your website because I don’t get why people would like being hypnotized because of this one asshole psychiatrist who tried to get me to forget he was the one who killed my entire family, but my boyfriend really loves your work, to the point where he’s embarrassed to tell me how often he actually visits your site.” How the hell is anyone supposed to respond to that? Alice shook her head and hoisted her backpack up onto her shoulders. No, better to stay quiet for the time being. It’s not like it’s a huge deal anyway – as previously stated, I’m not the one listening to those inductions. I’ll mention it to Victor later, see what he thinks, and then we’ll see about getting to know this Smiler better. If we decide to do that at all.

Backpack secured, she headed out of the classroom and into the hallway – ironically, right behind Smiler themselves, who fortunately only had bright yellow eyes for their phone. Alice stuck close to the wall to avoid the hustle and bustle of bodies going to and fro as people hurried to their next class, or toward the common area, or outside to get a breath of fresh spring air. Right – common area, to get a jump start on my homework, Alice decided, mentally planning out the best route. And then off to my history class, and then I should be –

“Alice!”

Alice jerked her head up to see Victor fast approaching, smiling and waving at her. “I thought I’d come down and keep you company!” he called as he neared. “My science class was – oh!”

Thunk! Victor jerked backward as he smacked headlong into the equally-distracted Smiler. Their shoulder bag slipped as they juggled their phone, and a couple of textbooks came tumbling out, sliding across the floor. “I’m so s-sorry!” Victor gasped, immediately dropping to his hands and knees to retrieve the lost property before it could get kicked away. “I-I should have p-paid more attention to w-where I was going.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it!” Smiler said, living up to their name as they got their bag resettled properly on their shoulder. “I wasn’t paying attention either. Accidents happen – it’s no big deal!”

Victor froze mid-reach toward the second book, eyes wide. “Ah – uh – um – y-y-yes,” he managed after a moment, blinking rapidly. “I – s-still.” He grabbed the book, then handed it and its sibling over, staring at Smiler with an expression that hinted he didn’t quite believe they were real. “S-sorry.”

“Seriously, it’s fine,” Smiler assured him, happily oblivious to Victor’s shock. “Don’t beat yourself up over it. See you around!”

And with that, they were off, rejoining the flow of humanity around them with ease. Alice watched them go, then walked up to Victor as he slowly got himself off the floor. “Well – that answers that question,” she said.

“Huh?” Victor said, still staring at the spot where Smiler had been.

“Whether the Smiler who just appeared in my psychology class is the same one that’s been melting your brain on the regular,” Alice clarified. “I had an inkling, but...”

Victor went bright pink. “I – ah – yes,” he finally got out, rubbing the back of his neck. “I – wow, I t-thought for sure they used s-some sort of voice changer...”

Alice snorted. “How about we discuss it somewhere a little more private?” she offered, taking his hand. “So not everyone has to see you burning your face off during this conversation?”

Victor gave her fingers a squeeze, swallowing hard. “Please.”

[coqxettee]

How to be coquette in school ♡

📖💌☕️🫧🎀

Some tips on how to romanticise and give off coquette/studious girl vibes when in school <3

♡ Make your uniform look cute. (I’m going to write a separate post on this)

♡ Take cute, aesthetic notes. Pretty pages and notebooks fillllled to the brim with cute notes will make you want to study!

♡ Listen to music when you can, in the halls, after class, on the way to and from school. It really helps romanticising things. (Never forget your headphones bby!)

♡ Bring a book/read wherever you go. It makes you look so much smarter and more studious/mysterious. Bonus points if you read at lunch/in breaks

♡ Wear ribbons in your hair. They look so smart and are such a coquette staple. They make you look so classy too! Ahhhh perfect <3

♡ Do your homework when you get home. That way you have the rest of the afternoon/evening to relax, pamper and unwind.

♡ Get a cute schoolbag! You could decorate it with charms/badges and make it look really pretty

♡ Buy pastel and unique stationary. If it means spending a little more than you usually would, to make school materials more motivating to use then it’s so worth it!

♡ Get into a good routine (I’m going to write a separate post on this too) but a good routine will ensure you make the most out of, and have the best school days

♡ Always make sure you look clean, healthy and put-together for school/class

♡ Wear sweet and fresh smelling body sprays/perfume allll day long

♡ Wear a sparkling, plumping lipgloss!

♡ Use a sugary smelling handcream/lotion/hand sanitizer throughout the day to keep your hands soft and safe from school germs

♡ Surround yourself with good energy people. (I know these can be hard to find in an environment such as school) but don’t let people ruin your school life for you like I did. You only get one!

♡ Study and work hard. Being intelligent is attractive, gorgeous and most of all, one of the keys to success. So read your books, study to your hearts content and get the grades you deserve you gorgeous person.

I wish you all the most happy, beautiful and memorable school life ever. All my love, mwah! - Kellen ☕️

[theaistired]

It has also been a while since I've been in school, but I am currently at university, so I am going to share some things that I found helpful/struggled with during both school and university. I didn't know or even suspect that I was autistic during school, I started to suspect it about two years ago, and it has only been the working diagnosis in therapy for about 7 months. I am also going to include some things that I have seen a classmate doing during school, who is autistic and also has higher support needs than me (I don't have contact to them anymore, otherwise I would have asked for their input directly).

Organizing

Always keep your timetable ready. I had both a big one printed out that was hanging in the kitchen (of both my parents and grandparents), another big one at my desk and another small one that I had in my pencil case.

During my last three years we were handed out overviews of the term that listed when tests/exams were going to be. I always marked down when I wanted to start studying for those.

In my last year I also started a detailed plan to study for my Abi (the final exams in Germany). I made an overview for when I wanted to hit certain milestones and I also made a day by day plan that listed when I was going to do what.

Organize your notes/homeworks and so on, try figuring out what works for you (binder, designated notebooks, colour coordination etc.). Always add the date and the topic of the day in your notes so you can keep track of it later.

Pack your things the evening before. That way you don't have to rush, hurry and worry about packing and forgetting things the next morning.

Have a small notebook or planner where you can write out homework assignments for every subject and if necessary, when they are due.

Have a small notebook for important things that you need to tell your parents, or things that are important for administration and stuff like that.

2. Studying

Do your homework early. I always did my homework after coming home from school and always finished it completly. If necessary, you can of course split it over several days, but what is done is done and you don't need to worry about it anymore.

Ask for help when stuck, either friends/classmates, parents/relatives, teachers/tutors, internet... There is no shame in that.

Both doing your homework on the same day as well as rereading what you did during school that day will help you when it comes to studying for tests and exams later. The information will already have a better hold in your brain, so you will be able to participate in class the next day and won't have to be as stressed when it comes to studying later.

Start studying early. Even if it is just five minutes of looking things up.

When you want/need to study for a longer period of time, look up different techniques for that and try which one works best for you. I personally have found the Pomodoro technique really helpful. You study for circa 30 minutes (or another time frame that works for you) and then take a five minute break to do something else. After like 4 rotations of this, you can take a longer break. Do something during your breaks that lets you regain your energy, maybe engange with your special intrests for a short time, move around a bit, listen to your favourite song, read a book... Just something that isn't related to your schoolwork.

Also try out what way of studying works best for you. Do you have to verbally repeat things? Does it help you to move around while studying? Do you have to write out information over and over again? Is it enough if you just read it? Does it help to talk to someone about it?

3. Sensory needs

Figure out where the quiet places are. Are there areas in the school where not a lot of people hang out? Do you have a library where silence is mandatory? Does your school allow you to stay in classrooms during breaks? Do you have access to a seperate room when it gets too loud during class? What about headphones or other items for sensory needs?

Take also your sensory needs on your way to and from school into account.

Bring your own food and/or safe foods from home, if there isn't anything good at school.

4. Establish routine

If every day can't be the same, you cant try to establish a weekly routine instead of a daily one.

You are probably not going to have the same subjects during the same times everyday, so you won't have the exact same routine everday. However, you can try to get a "rhythm" to your day. Getting up at the same time, having breakfast and getting ready for the day, leaving home at the same time, those are all things you can keep the same if school always starts at the same time. If it ends at different times, try to still hit the same activities every day. For example: Come home, eat somthing and take a break, do your homework, have some free time, eat dinner, study for a bit, some free time, then bed time routine.

Take the same route to school and from school.

If they are going to be changes to your routine (like schooltrips) note them down early. If possible, have at least one day to prepare for changes.

Don't go to bed too late, sleep is very helpful.

5. Teachers, classmates

Communicate to your teachers, what your needs are and when you need help. Every teacher I had during school was always very supportive towards my classmate and made sure, to give them all necessary accomodations.

If necessary, ask for clarifications on assignments. Neurotypical teachers might not be able to take into account that you could have difficulties with certain things.

If a teacher causes problems for you by refusing to help and support you, look for help (parents, teachers that you trust, administration). I never encountered that, so I don't know how to approach this the best.

Same things apply to your classmates. If a classmate isn't willing to help you, if you don't get along with them etc., try to stay away from them if possible. Dealing with some classmates costs more energy than just staying away and ignoring them.

I don't know how exatly this works, but my classmate had almost always someone with them, that was there to help them along. Those helpers weren't teachers or in any way assocaited with the school (as far as I know) and also not part of the the classmate's family, so I really don't know how that works.

6. Breaks

Breaks are important. You need time to rest and regain your energy. If you don't feel okay, don't force yourself to study or do homework, it just costs even more energy and you don't really accomplish anything either. Find something that you know refills your energy, engage with your special intrests, lay down, dim the lights, no noise, whatever is necessary.

There are some things, that you can have control over, but a lot probably also comes down to being lucky with the people and environment around you. Some teachers, classmates and families are more supportive and understanding than others. So, try your best and be kind to yourself when you encounter problems because of unsupportive people. It is your teachers and parents' job to make sure that you learn and live in a safe and healthy environment.

I hope this was helpful, I wish you the best.

I struggle with being in the environment of school. How can I feel more comfortable there?

1. Get organized

Get used to checking Schoology daily

Color-code your folders and notebooks OR use an accordion file OR an AM and PM binder.

Keep your locker and back pack cleaned out

2. Do your homework.

You will have more homework.

Schedule your time wisely.

A lot a certain amount of time every night for homework and study.

Don’t wait until an assignment is due - start early.

Keep track of your homework assignments and their due dates. Check Schoology.

If you are absent, check Schoology for missed work and check in with your teachers the day you return.

3. Talk to your Teachers

Ask questions. If you are unsure of an assignment, what you need to be doing, or of anything, just ask. Your teachers are there to help you.

Get involved in extra-curricular activities

Find things that you enjoy - sports, clubs, activities, and get involved. This is a great way to meet new people and to have fun.

Listen to AM/PM announcements for upcoming meetings to join these activities at our school. 5. Get good grades.

Turn your homework in on time, ask questions and take advantage of extra-credit opportunities if available.

Remember to get absent work and check-in with your teachers when you return. 6. Stay Healthy

Get a good night’s sleep and eat a good breakfast before school.

7. Talk to your parents and keep them informed of what is going on in your middle school life.

8. Find an adult you trust to talk to when you have problems.

9. Choose your friends wisely.

10. Come to school and have fun.

I’m not sure if any of these are helpful. I haven’t been to school in years, so I’m not sure what classrooms are now. And everything I found was for teachers or parents. Maybe my followers can give advice and help?

The link to this will be below if you want to check it out. It’s just a PDF:

Thank you for the inbox. I hope you have a wonderful day/night. ♥️

[writing-havoc]

Hello! I wanted to request, if you write for Nikolai, a scenario where the female reader has a moment of romantic tension with Nikolai. Although it can be anything that doesn't have distress.

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♡ Summary: You bump into Nikolai on the way to the library, he accompanies you

♡ Fandom: Shadow and Bone, Grishaverse

♡ Pairing: Nikolai Lanstov x Fem!Reader

♡ Warning(s): None

♡ WC: 2.1k

Hello! I absolutely do take requests for Nikola

My apologies for taking so long to get to this request </3. I wanted to read King of Scars and Rule of Wolves to try and get a better understanding of his character. Reading takes me a while. It takes a minute actually start a new book and then I became swamped with homework but!! I got it done

Hope you enjoy and that it is to your liking <3

Please excuse any grammar and spelling mistakes

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David needed to be more careful about his notes.

It's not that he was careless, per se, he took good care to make sure they weren't in any immediate danger.

But man are his scribbles hard to read.

There are parts where you can clearly tell he was looking elsewhere rather than at the notebook while he was writing, the words slanting or bunching together or becoming a really long line that he wrote over. And there are parts that one might assume were penned by an upper-class woman.

At this point it's its own language, one that you can't add to your growing list quite yet. Genya, though, is fluent.

Too bad she isn't present at the moment.

David sat across from you. Well, not really sat. More like he got stuck between standing and sitting over a stool as he made calculations on a spare piece of paper, rapidly looking between diagrams and another book of his notes. He mumbled every once in a while, which made Genya smile. Genya was actually sitting, rambling about something that you weren't quite sure the topic of, your presence only acknowledged when she needed you to confirm something and when she first appeared to say hi.

You know it's not meant with malice though. You loved seeing them together. The look David got when Genya suggested something, his brain doing the calculations and seeing that it worked, made it easier to feel like there was hope somewhere.

Somewhere blond, preferably.

"David, can I take your notes to the Little Palace?" You asked, hoping you spoke loud enough to get past the haze he was working himself into. "I just need to cross reference something in the library and i'm not gonna be able to remember this chicken scratch."

"A chicken has not been near my notes ever." He said, eyebrows creasing. "No, you can't. I need them here for this."

You sighed, fixing your posture from where you were leaned over. 'Careful what you wish for', you supposed. "Alright, I'll be back with probably about fifty books in tow."

"There's a book cart just outside the library!" Genya called to you, a smile on her face. "Put them on there and they shouldn't be hard to wheel back!"

"I'll keep that in mind." You replied, voice monotone.

The way back was filled with attempts at trying to not forget what exactly you needed. You thought of various keywords in the notes and the project itself.

It was relatively simple. Just making improvements on Ravkas airships and implementing them in the most optimal and cost effective way possible.

You'll probably need various books actually. The whole "fifty books" joke didn't seem funny anymore. Off the top of your head there was a rather recent one about aerodynamics. One of the Squallers around here should be able to give a bit of insight about it as well. There may be a way to make the airships lighter, but that would be sacrificing strength and safety for the people on the aircraft.

Maybe you could use the idea of the bulletproof kefta and apply that to the hull. At least to the more critical parts. Though that would require a horrible amount of fabric and would just be awkward. They'd have to withstand ground artillery, which is exponentially more powerful than a bullet.

But you could always scrap the fabric and make a different material semi bulletproof.

Inside the walls, you bumped headfirst into a surprisingly stiff figure. You grabbed onto them tight and righted your legs, their arms gripping you as well.

"My apologies-" you looked up, coming face to face with the King "-moi tsar."

He smirked. "Don't fall for me quite yet. I haven't properly courted you. And I know ive told you many a time that you may call me Nikolai, if you so please. It feels awkward among friends to be referred to in such a formal manner."

You sighed, a smile tugging on your lips, disentangling yourself from his limbs. "If you insist, Nikolai."

He grinned, something wide and reaching the corners of his eyes. "Oh, I definitely do."

Nikolai let you go, only moving half a step out of reach. He smelled vaguely of petrichor and more strongly of smoke. But it wasn't choking, rather welcomed. It took you back quite a few years, sitting with your parents next to a great bon fire, smiles on your faces and stories exchanged.

"You seemed terribly distracted just before we engaged in such a lovely embrace." He prodded.

You sighed once more. "Yes. I was attempting to gather a list of books in my head for the reinforcing. It kept getting longer and longer as I thought about it."

"Quite the load, I take it?"

"Unfortunately so. I can think of two others as I stand here." You rubbed your hands over your eyes, dreading the task of reading them. They ached already.

"Ill lend a helping arm. Or two, considering the grave look on your face."

You couldn't help the giggle that escaped your lips, a deep breath filling your lungs with more smoke. A thousand thoughts were playing in your mind, and then a flit of sudden embarrassment overcame your skin.

"My apologies, Nikolai." You took your hands away from your eyes, looking up and finding his trained on you. They looked greener today. "I don't mean to say the work is too much, or too hard, really, I don't. Im just complaining-"

"Allow me to stop you there to say, it's alright. It's to my understanding that you didn't get enough sleep last night?" Nikolai began walking, a slow pace meant to nudge you along, and you followed immediately.

"I..." You wondered how he knew that, and then realized you had complained to Tamar earlier this morning. Your heart fluttered. "No, I didn't. A cold breeze kept coming in through to my chambers. Drove me crazy trying to find where it was coming from."

He made a noise in understanding. "I take it you found it?"

"I did," your shoulder bumped into his arm, "not until I realized the moon had nearly run its course through the sky."

"Happens to the best of us, unfortunately."

Nikolai opened the door to the library, holding it open for you. You grabbed your kefta and playfully curtsied. "Why, thank you."

"My pleasure." It caught you off guard how sincere he was. Still, you smiled, walking through the door and immediately scanning the aisles and aisles of books.

"What are we looking for?" Nikolai asked.

You turned to face him, his eyes doing just that same as yours before. "Nikolai, I cannot ask that of you-"

"Oh but you didn't ask me anything. I'm volunteering my services. You should be grateful, you know. It's not everyday that someone gets to order a king around."

You rolled your eyes, waiting a moment, two, for him to back out. And when he didn't, you swallowed a confession and began to rattle off the list of books you accumulated and the ideas you had with them.

Nikolai went a few rows down, apparently knowing exactly what book you would need about various ways wind behaves given the shape of an object. You wanted to get advice straight from a Squaller, but apparently almost all of them where spread throughout Ravka and those that remained seemed to be highly busy elsewhere, and you would like answers sooner rather than later.

Most the other books you needed were more rudimentary than anything. Little things to refresh your memory. The math was going to be the hardest part.

Some were for inspiration. They broached a similar topic and held actual experiments and diagrams about how they worked. Hopefully they would give you an idea or two.

You reached on your tip toes, fingers just barely grazing the underneath of the last book you needed. The books were tightly packed, which you could feel but didn't know the extent of as you looked down, your muscles stretching to get just a few more millimeters.

When it was finally teetering on the edge, you gave one last tug and looked up. However, you barely had time to realize that three other books were coming down along side it.

You braced for impact, ready to feel the stabbing pain of book corners jabbing into your skull and the nape of your neck. You felt a different presence over you.

The feeling of cloth, warmth and a Kings coat barely felt through your kefta but ever present.

Quickly you turned, seeing Nikolai standing with his arms crossed over your head, a book perfectly balanced there.

"Ow." He said, moving a hand and grabbing the book. He looked at the cover and gave a short chortle, showing the cover. "I believe this, is what you were looking for?"

But your mind couldn't catch up. That smell of smoke filled your nose, the undertone of petrichor back in full swing and paper to boot. The library was silent, a faint chattering heard from outside the door as people passed.

Nikolais hazel eyes stared at you, definutely more green given the palette of his outfit and the browns of the books. The longer you looked the wider the centers became, flickering in size when he looked from your eyes and down your nose, over your cheek, to the corners of your mouth and over your lips, back to your eyes. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, trying to leap out and into the hand that held that damned book.

He knew what he was doing, letting you see it all. Nikolai is a king, master of pretending. His jacket stuttered in and out, heart beating so hard you could just barely see it pick up beneath his coat. This was genuine.

You reached out to the book, fingers touching his warm ones. Without breaking eye contact, you muttered a small "thank you", and watched as his eyes creased.

"My pleasure." He leaned forward, bunting his forehead into yours for a mere moment before leaning back.

"Is your shoulder okay?" You asked, watching him roll it.

He stood still. "I've faced worse. I'll be alright."

He surveyed the area around him, the three books you didn't need scattered on the floor while another two were dropped at his feet. You could feel the four you grabbed resting against your foot where you nearly stepped on them.

"Left quite a mess, haven't we?" You said, tapping the book to your chest. Your heart was still pounding, and you didn't even want to imagine how hot your face felt. Nikolais own was back down to its usual light tan, but his eyes were still like saucers in the center, his breath a slight stutter in his coat. Just barely there.

"Just a little." He leaned down and grabbed two, walking forward and pausing in front of you again. You moved out of the way, leaning down and grabbing the last of the ones that fell.

You handed it to him for him to put back. He allowed his hand to brush yours. You both snickered at the childish flirting, leaning down to pick up the plethora of books you acquired.

Nikolai took two of your books without a word, leaving you with only three in your hands.

"Are you sure you don't have anywhere to be?"

"You're actually quite lucky. I was on my way to Kirigans when you greeted me with that little hug of yours."

You knew it was a lie. But if he was willing to miss whatever it was he was intending on going to to make a detour to Lazlayon, then it couldn't have been that important.

"If you're sure."

"My dear y/n." He just couldn't stop smiling. "I can be sure of anything, if you would will it so."

And isnt that the perfect way to stop your heart? You rolled your eyes. "Such a romantic, you are."

"I hear a challenge."

"Oh saints please no."

You dread to see the lengths he would go to prove just how romantic he could be. But for now, you'll accept this.

[dark-elf-writes]

I don't know if you have ever talked about this before but do you headcanon Hizashi as having ADHD? because they really do seem like they need ALL THE STIMULATION. What with the three jobs and all.

Oh absolutely. I see a lot of myself in Hizashi which happens to include the ADHD. Tbh probably not even diagnosed until high school because no one… cared as long as they kept their head down.

Young Hizashi who was labeled a motor mouth because they didn’t know when to stop talking. Young Hizashi who was always in trouble because they could never focus. Young Hizashi whose grades weren’t the best because they kept misplacing of forgetting to do their homework but they aced every test. Young Hizashi who was constantly in trouble for tapping or clicking or swaying, forced to stand against a wall during recess and watch the other kids get to vent their energy in the way they never could. Young Hizashi with a book open next to their notes, reading as they write or else they won’t take in the information at all. Young Hizashi in tears as they try to explain that they can’t just listen and sit still but since they aren’t destructive and can hyper focus for hours no one listens.

Teenage Hizashi who turns to other places for stimulation: energy drinks that don’t make them any less tired but do make their blood feel sparkly, music so loud they can feel it behind their eyes, lighters and butterfly knifes kissing their knuckles and leaving little marks behind as they try to master tricks after only seeing one video. Teenage Hizashi who has class down to a science, personal reading book swapped with a second notebook with lyrics and peons and whatever else scrawled in a mad mash of languages so no teacher could say for certain that they weren’t paying attention. A thousand reminders set for every deadline, knowing full well they would finish it in the early hours of the morning on the day it was due no matter how many alarms they set. Teenaged Hizashi with black painted nails always chipped and the skin around them red and raw from keeping themself from moving and disturbing others.

Teenaged Hizashi who stands before a rat, forcing themself to sit still, as he talks about the one thing they have known was true from childhood but no one believed.

ADHD.

(“You don’t have that.”

“You can’t have that.”

“Stop looking for attention.”

“Just try harder.”

“Lazy.”

“So much potential.”)

Nezu doesn’t say anything like they have heard before and instead folds his paws on the desk between them. “There are many accommodations we can offer to help you learn best, Yamada. It is our job to ensure that you can thrive and that includes finding what works best for you both in education and eventually professionally.”

The cried. Nezu was kind enough not to bring that fact up whenever they reassessed what did and didn’t work for Hizashi’s accommodations.

Adult Hizashi with a laptop open on their lap, a notebook at their side, and phone in hand, doing three tasks at once as they chatter away at whoever was in the teachers lounge. Adult Hizashi who teaches in constant motion wide gestures and pacing and whiteboards on each wall so they aren’t tethered to one spot. Adult Hizashi with no late work policy who accepts assignments at any time whether it be an hour after they handed them out or at the end of term. Adult Hizashi with a desk drawer full of fidgets that they toss to the kids who ask for them with a knowing look. Adult Hizashi who after years of trying finally found someone who understood and promised themself that they would be that for someone else.

[xxcookiecrumbsxx]

new drabble: short snippets of a day in the life of Wednesday and Enid while in college.

“Good morning, baby.” Enid greeted through a stretch before kissing Wednesday’s cheek.

Wednesday reached over to run a hand through Enid’s hair without looking away from her book. “Good morning.” After a beat she turned to her girlfriend and offered a small smile.

Enid scooted closer to lay her head on Wednesday’s shoulder. “How’s your book?”

“It’s good.”

“Is it in French?”

“Italian.”

Enid hummed and sat up. She put her face near Wednesday’s and waited. Finally the brunette turned, grinning at Enid eagerly awaiting a kiss. She gave her one.

“Are you going to shower before class?” Wednesday asked.

“I wasn’t going to, do you need to?”

Wednesday turned back to her book. “You should.”

“Are you saying I stink?”

Wednesday glanced at her briefly over the top of the book. “My hand has grease on it.”

Enid scoffed and stood up. She took off her shirt and threw it at Wednesday’s face as she moved towards the bathroom. “You’re annoying,” she called.

“I didn’t say it wasn’t pretty!” Wednesday called back.

The shower turned on, and the day began.

-

“Ugh, eggs again?”

“If you’re going to be picky you can cook breakfast, mi amor.”

“Whatever.” Enid grabbed a muffin out of the package on the counter. “I’m going to class. See you for lunch.” She kissed Wednesday’s cheek. “Love you.”

“Love you,” Wednesday replied without looking up.

-

Wednesday looked at her vibrating phone to see that Enid had sent her a request to play cup pong.

Aren’t you in class?

Class is boring. Being bad at cup pong is more fun. Are you busy?

Wednesday sighed and clicked to open the game.

After a vicious loss on Enid’s part Wednesday replied before she could start a second round.

I have homework to do before lunch. Have fun in class. xx

Fiiiiiine, good game. xoxo

-

Enid talked about the latest gossip in her friend group, seemingly without taking a breath, for twelve straight minutes over lunch.

“It sounds like Sasha needs a new boyfriend and you need a better study buddy,” Wednesday replied, sending Enid into another tangent while the brunette precisely wrote out her math assignment in a notebook.

It took another fifteen minutes before Wednesday could get a word in.

“Finish your sandwich, Enid. Or you’ll be grumpy all afternoon.”

Enid glared but did so.

-

“Can I convince you to go to this party?”

Wednesday only glanced away from her laptop for a second. “No.”

“Please?”

“I have a paper. I’ll even do the dishes if you don’t make me go.”

Enid laughed, settling next to her on the couch. “You don’t have to do that, but I wouldn’t complain. I can go with my friends, it’s fine.”

This time Wednesday’s glance lingered slightly. “Just be safe. Call me if you need a ride.”

“I will, I promise.”

-

Enid was barely gone for an hour.

“Did you forget something?”

“Yes. I forgot how much I needed a night in with you. Is that okay?”

Wednesday bit back a grin. “That’s okay. I don’t mind.”

“Could we put a movie on? You can keep working.”

Wednesday shut her computer. “I’m done.”

Enid grinned. “So movie and cuddles?”

“If that’s what you’d like.”

“It is.”

-

“You didn’t have to do the dishes, Wends. I would have done them.”

“It’s fine. I know you don’t like to.”

Enid had gone into the kitchen in between movies one and two to make some popcorn. When she returned to the couch she turned Wednesday’s face to give her a deep kiss, leaving Wednesday stunned for a moment.

“I appreciate it,” Enid said softly.

Wednesday cleared her throat and turned away. “Suddenly I am less inclined to watch this movie.”

Enid laughed. “Oh? Well, you’re welcome to go to bed alone but I’m not wasting a fresh bowl of popcorn.”

“I thought you liked stale popcorn better.”

Enid sighed. “You’re right. And who am I to deny you?” She grinned as she turned off the TV and set the bowl on the coffee table. “Let’s go.”

Enid sighed. “You’re right. And who am I to deny you?” She grinned as she turned off the TV and set the bowl on the coffee table. “Let’s go.”

[lilith-jean-stark]

Secrets

Warnings: none!

Summary: You and Peter find out each other’s secrets by accident.

A/n: I’ll be setting up a blurb night soon! So stay tuned 😎

You got off the train and made your way to school. Another boring day at mid-town high. Being the sister of Tony Stark had its perks, but it also had its downsides. No one knew that you were Tony’s sister, but you had to admit that being the secret sister was nice because you didn't have people up in your face all the time, except Peter Parker. Peter Parker was the only one who knew your secret. You and Peter had been friends for years and up until a couple weeks ago he had no idea about your secret. You stupidly were doing work for Tony in your notebook while having lunch at school one day, when Peter happened to sit next to you.

*flashback*

"Ugh this formula isn't working." You thought to yourself. Maybe it was just this noisy cafeteria that was making it difficult to think.

"Hey whatcha doing?" Peter said sliding beside you on the bench. Peters eyes widened "Stark industries?" He said a bit too loudly.

"Peter shush!" You snapped and scurried to get your notes into your book bag.

"What are you doing with formulas from Stark industries?" Peter whispered.

"That's not what it is." You rolled your eyes, "silly Peter." You booped his nose with your index finger.

Peter blushed, "uhm yes y/n it is, uh," he stuttered then shook his head to break his gaze with you, "Yes it is, I have an internship, I've seen them."

"I can't say." You groaned, annoyed he didn't take the nose boop as bait to change the subject.

"Come on, it's not like I'd tell anyone." He whined.

"Okay fine, but you have to swear that you won't tell anyone." You said sticking your pinky out for the two of you to pinky swear.

"I swear." Peter said locking his pinky with yours.

You leaned in and whispered "Tony Stark is my older brother and I kinda own part of Stark industries."

"No way!" Peter looked at me in shock.

"Yes way, but it's not a big deal." You laughed and showed him a picture of you and Tony with your parents before they died.

"Wow, he's pretty cool, isn't he?" Peter said in awe.

"Maybe to you because of your internship, but as a brother he's kinda lame." You smirked and nudged Peter with your elbow, to let him know you were only joking.

*end flashback*

You smiled to yourself at how understanding Peter had been about keeping your identity from him. You stood at your locker and sorted the books you needed for class into your bag.

"Y/n!" You heard Peter shout from the other end of the hall.

You waved to him and he jogged down the hallway to you.

"How's it hanging Parker?" You asked as he leaned against the locker next to yours.

"You ready for that Chem test tomorrow?" He asked.

You rolled your eyes, you and Peter had known each other for years and he still forgets that you’re pretty much a genius.

"Sorry forgot we have a prodigy here." Peter put his hands up in defense. "Actually May has been asking about you, she wants you to come over for dinner tonight." He said, crossing his arms.

"Peter you didn't tell her did you?" You said in a hushed voice.

"What? No! She asked what you've been up to, because you know she hasn't seen you around in awhile. So I lied..." Peter trailed off and looked at you with hopeful eyes. "I said you had an internship at Stark industries too."

You laughed slightly, "I'll send Tony a text and let him know I won't be home for dinner.

"Sweet, you're not mad?" He asked.

"No peter I'm not mad. You're actually a genius for telling her that." You smiled at him for being so sweet and for protecting your secret. Even though you knew he was dying to tell Ned and pretty much anyone who would listen.

"Oh and Ned might be by later too. He's got this lego Death Star he wants to build." Peter said staring to get all giddy.

"Wait, didn't you two build that a couple months ago?" You raised an eyebrow curiously at him.

Peters face went red, "oh yea i meant he needed help with his homework." He said quickly and started off down the hall, "gotta go gonna be late for class."

You sighed and headed to class. You didn't think anything of Peters weird behavior, due to the fact that Peter was sometimes scatter brained.

Peter got to math class and sat next to Ned.

"You can't come over tonight." Peter whispered to him.

"Why not , the Death Star isn't going to build itself Peter."

"Y/n is coming over for supper and she thinks we already put it together. She'll get suspicious." Peter whisper yelled.

"Fine, but it wouldn't have to be rebuilt if someone didn't make me drop it." Ned rolled his eyes at him "And you haven't told her about you know what yet?"

"No I can't Ned." He mumbled.

Later after school peter went and did his usual spider man stuff. He was just about done and was heading home and then realized that he had forgot about you. He raced home and climbed into his room through the window. His bedroom door was already shut, so he dropped to the floor and took his mask off.

The door opened, "hey Peter, May said to make myself at home..." you started to say, your eyes focused on your phone.

Peter quickly pressed his suits release button and let it fall to the floor, then kicked it under his bed.

"She said I'd find you in..." You stopped short of yourself when you looked up from your phone, to see Peter standing there in front of you in his boxers. It was just like Ned all over again, Peter had thought to himself.

"Woah Sorry Parker." You put your hands up in defense and smirked, holding back laughter. You stood there staring at him and laughed, "I guess I should have knocked."

Peter blushed, "Aunt May, can you please stop letting people in my room without knocking!" He shouted.

"I'll go check out what May is up too and come back when your dressed." You said.

"No, its fine!" Peter said, grabbing a sweatshirt and pulling on pants.

"Why were you in your underwear anyway?" You asked.

"I was warm." He lied.

You shut the door and glared at Peter. "You better not be lying to me. You realize that I have access to the worlds largest data pool, if I want to know something, I’ll find out."

"Look Y/n, i am not lying." Peter almost couldn't get the words out. You frightened him sometimes, you were very confident and fierce, never caring what others thought of you.That and you were smarter than him and you were pretty much one of the most powerful people in America with being a stark. Even if Peter was a good liar, you could still tell whether he was lying or not and if looks could kill, you would be shooting daggers from your eyes.

Peter watched you as you tilted your head to look behind him. "So what's that?" You pointed to the underneath of his bed.

"Nothing, just stuff."

"Peter?" You pushed past him and grabbed his Spider-Man suit and pulled it out from under the bed.

"You just happen to have a bright red leotard?" You questioned and then spread it out before he could rip it out of her hands. "Peter!!!!" You gasped and dropped the suit, "That's spider mans suit, I built that!" You shot him a look, "wait are you Spider-Man?" You asked as your eyes grew wide with realization.

"Yes." Peter said annoyed and grabbed the suit, hiding it in his bookbag. Then he realized what you had said, his eyes widened "you built that?!"

You grabbed the bookbag and pulled the suit from it. "Yes I did, Tony asked me to do a suit for some spider guy. I didn't think he was talking about you!" You exclaimed and examined the suit. "What did he tell you about the suit?” You asked.

"Mr. Stark said he made it." Peter said nervously.

"God of course he did.” You rolled your eyes. “Anyway that's besides the point, you're Spider-Man and you've been using my tech to help you fight crime? Did Tony tell you about the formulas too!? Is that why you caught me in the cafeteria." You looked anxious and kept looking at the suit.

 "No, the formula I noticed was mine..." Peter looked down at his hands.

"Wait, the spider web goo, you made that?" You looked at him in disbelief.

"Yes I did, I gave the formula to Mr. Stark because he wanted to see if he could improve it. Then he told me to leave it how it was. I was confused when I saw you with it because Mr. Stark was the only person I told. So I figured you had to be working on Stark industries stuff if you had my web formula." Peter explained.

"Peter that's the coolest chemical reaction I've ever seen! I love playing with that stuff!" You said excitedly.

Peter blushed and you pulled him into a hug. “Let’s get out there before May starts getting suspicious.” You said almost as a hum, you were as happy as could be and even happier now that you and Peters secrets were out.

[sandersgrey]

Kit is doing an incredible job of adapting to school, but ADHD and years of being mostly self taught don't disappear like that. I think he-

- Has no idea how long class periods are supposed to be. Is it forty minutes? Forty five? This is understandable in the first weeks, but it's been months and he's still not sure when there's still five minutes to go.

- Regularly forgets the correct textbooks. This would be annoying but okay, except that he's physically incapable of sharing a book with someone and still pay attention to class. Rip.

- Also does not know how long lunch break is supposed to be and that people will look at you weird if you bring your toothbrush. Dental health is important :(

- Got lost five times in the first month because he keeps forgetting which turns to take and refuses to ask for directions after the third time.

- Has a phD level education in History, which means its boring to him and he doesnt pay attention in class. Has a seventh grade education in Math, which means it's scary to him and he doesn't pay attention in class. This is fine.

- Doesn't do homework. Just. Doesn't. Kit has tried locking himself in some random room in Cirenworth, away from his bedroom's distractions, but ended up trying to read an old abandoned dictionary rather than solve equations. He made it halfway through the letter A.

- Speaking of letters, his handwriting is wonky as hell because he never had to bother making it legible enough for a teacher to grade. He's had to rewrite a lot of assignments these past few months.

- Doesn't do well with changes in routine. He never knows when half days are supposed to happen, and breaks into a cold sweat whenever a holiday is mentioned. Kit already doesn't know what's going on, changes in schedule are just the cherry on top of that particular mess.

- Did not understand why his classmates seemed to hate group assignments until he had his first one. Kit wishes he could go back to blissful ignorance.

- Has started doodling in class and that actually seems to help? His understanding of the subject, btw, not his art. He still doesnt know how to draw faces. It's okay, he'll get there eventually. Black thorns seem to fill up the margins of his notebooks just fine for now.

- Did not understand high school social hierarchies. He has learned astoundingly fast, and it's for the best that Kit has decided to use his powers for good. Mostly, he does not care.

- Refuses to ride a bike to school because he thinks that if you have trouble tracking what cars are coming at you when you're trying to cross the street, you have no business trying to be on streets for longer. He just walks everywhere or rides with Lizzie.

- To be quite honest, Lizzie is the only thing stopping him from just being completely lost in time and space at all times, and we are all very grateful for her benevolent intervention.

[dysfunctionalcrab]

after school hours

pairing: quackity x reader [high school au]

pronouns: gender neutral

description: you get detention. unfortunately, the only other person who does, is alex. nothing is worse than being stuck in a room for more than hour with the class clown who just won’t ever stop talking

note: quackity is supposed to be like the class clown/funny guy + this was written THREE months ago, so i couldn’t be bothered to change the fact i use both ‘quackity’ and ‘alex’. i just wanted to get it out of the drafts.

you glanced down again at your wrist, reading the time your digital clock displayed. luckily, you had 5 minutes to get to room 50 before your detention started. you weren’t in the mood to get yelled at by the teacher for the second time that day.

you entered the classroom, only to be met with an empty room with nobody other than the asshole of a teacher who gave you the detention himself. you offered him a fake smile, before taking a seat at the back of the classroom, placing your backpack on the floor.

“please sit where i can see you,” you heard his voice speak, he didn’t even look up from the papers he was marking at his desk

fighting the urge to roll your eyes at him, you stood up obediently and continued to take a seat at the desk in front of his.

you turned your head to the back of the room where the clock was hung on the wall. it was another two minutes before you had to sit in complete silence for the next hour. you sighed to yourself.

“am i the only one in detention today, sir?” you asked politely.

he picked up the glasses that were sitting on the side, putting them on and bringing a white sheet to his face. “there’s one other person,” he said. “although i don’t really expect him to show up-“

he was interrupted by the door opening, the handle hardly hitting the back of the wall.

“sorry i’m late, sir,” quackity bursted into the room, his beanie was worn unevenly on his head. “i was held back by the principal, she wanted to speak to me,” he huffed

“just sit down, alex. you have one minute. and keep the door open, you know the handle doesn’t work on either side. we still need the janitor to take care of that,”

as if your day couldn’t get any worse. now you had to spend detention stuck in the room with the most talkative, obnoxious and irritating boy there was. you didn’t speak to him much, but he was in almost every single class that you were, and he always had something to say.

you silently cursed to yourself as he took a seat behind you, but first, giving you an awkward smile and adjusting his beanie.

“i said homework, alex,” sir glared at him and pointed at his notebook. “that is not homework,”

“i said homework, alex,” sir glared at him and pointed at his notebook. “that is not homework,”

“i said homework, alex,” sir glared at him and pointed at his notebook. “that is not homework,”

“i haven’t got any homework, sir,” he retorted

“i set you some math homework yesterday, have you completed that?”

“already done,” he answered confidently.

“then you won’t mind if i mark it right now, will you?”

quackity pulled out his math book, throwing it onto the desk in front of the teacher, crossing his arms as if to say ‘go ahead’. sir didn’t say anything but shrug, beginning to mark with his red pen.

it was only a couple of moments later until he spoke up again.

“alex,” he sighed, removing his glasses and fustratedly rubbed his temples. “in what universe do the angles in a triangle equal 360°?”

“that was an honest mistake,”

“i want you to re-check your work,”

“but it was only one mistake!”

“it was multiple mistakes. you kept forgetting to divide the diameter by two to get the radius. come on, alex. my 13 year old daughter could do this! i know you can do better than that” he complained.

quackity held his head low in embarrassment, taking his workbook from the teacher and slumping back in his chair, exhaling defeatedly.

at this point you were getting headache from his constant bickering with the teacher, you were staring at the same diagram for the past 10 minutes and your brain had taken in absolutely nothing. he was so goddamn distracting.

“i’ve got to pass these papers onto miss davis,” sir stood up, collecting the papers messily and shuffling them into a neat stack. “i will be back shortly. no talking,” he said sternly. he used his foot to open the door wider so he could get through.

but he opened it a little too hard, the door slammed harshly against the wall, bouncing off it. your eyes widened, trying to warn him quickly

“wait sir, don’t do that the handles on the door don’t-,”

the door clicked shut.

“-work,” you murmured uselessly

you raced to the door and grabbed the door handle, impractically yanking it up and down to try and open it.

“no, no, no,” you muttered to yourself. turning your back to the door to lean against it, holding your head in your hands

your shoulders sagged and you pinched the bridge of your nose. when you snapped your head to look at alex, he only had a cheeky grin spread across his face. you really believed it couldn’t get any worse.

you tried to ignore him. you really did but after the third time he threw a paper ball at the back of your head, you had to say something.

“do you mind?” you turned to face him, an annoyed expression visible on your face

“i’m so bored,” he threw his head back

“that’s not my problem. just do your homework and we can get out of here once he comes back,”

alex quirked a brow, leaning forward on his desk. you felt his stare pierce through from the back of your neck.

“how did someone like you get a detention anyways?”

you pursed your lips. “what do you mean ‘someone like me’?’

“hands in their work on time, doesn’t talk back to teachers, actively participates in class. you know, someone like you?”

you were surprised he even noticed you

“you mean someone who actually cares about their education?”

“hey!” he yelled. throwing a hand on his chest in mock offense. “i care about my education just as much as you do,” he defended

“all you do is make jokes and interrupt the teacher. i can never get through one class without you making some dumb pun,”

“i make the class more tolerable,”

you chuckled. “of course you do.”

quackity frowned. he rose from his chair and took the seat beside you instead, resting his chin on his palm and looked up at you innocently “you didn’t answer my question,”

you shut your textbook and looked at him with an unamused expression, while his brown eyes were boaring into yours,

“it was a group project for english.” you stated. “both the guys i was in a group with didn’t bother helping and i couldn’t finish it on time,”

“so why didn’t the other guys get detention?”

“sports or something- coach said they needed both of them for this game so they were able to get out of it,”

“oh shit,” his tone dropped “i’m sorry, that really sucks,”

you shrugged carelessly. “i haven’t got anything after school. anyways, one bad grade won’t ruin my record, i’m sure of it,”alex nodded his head in agreement.

a knock on the door was heard suddenly. you both rotated your heads to see the teacher standing there confused. he was saying something but no sound was coming through to the other side. he looked crazy just mouthing incoherent words.

“get. the. janitor.” quackity mouthed towards him, but he didn’t understand. he used his strength to try and open the door using the handle, but obviously it was no use. exhaustedly, he turned on his heel and walked away. hopefully, since he was one of the more careless teachers, he was going to get help and not just leave you.

“so why did you get detention?” you turned back, questioning him

“oh. i just kept on talking back to that annoying supply teacher, you know the one with curly blonde hair and big green glasses?”

you knew who he was talking about, since you had her as a substitute two days ago for math. “yeah, i know,”

“she made the class so unbelievably boring, someone had to take one for the team,”

of course quackity got a detention for nothing other than talking. you half heartedly laughed.

the thing is, alex wasn’t a bad kid, and he didn’t have shitty grades or treated people like assholes. he was just that class clown who everyone thought was trying to do nothing but get attention drawn to themselves

“come on, let’s do something. we’re probably going to be stuck in here another hour since it’ll take a while for the janitor to open up the door.”

you looked up at him in curiosity “what do you suggest?”

“i got there before you!” quackity yelled in triumph

you groaned. “it’s a team effort, you can’t even move onto the next round until both of us get to the doors!”

“but i still won,”

after a good amount of contemplation on what to do, you ended up logging onto the teachers computer to play fireboy and watergirl. though it seemed quackity continuously forgot that the purpose of the game was to work together, all he did was rub it in your face if he got to the doors half a millisecond before you, claiming it as a ‘victory’

“my controls aren’t working, the ‘A’ doesn’t even hold down probably, this is unfair,” you claimed

“you’re just a sore loser,”

“how can i be a sore loser when it’s a team game!?”

“look, i’ll be watergirl and i’ll prove to you that you’re just bad at the game,” quackity sassed. you rolled your eyes playfully.

“i literally haven’t played this since middle school,”

“neither have i, so you really have no excuse,”

you huffed before shifting to take position to control the arrow keys. fireboy wouldn’t let you down. alex steadily placed his fingers on the keyboard, you really didn’t think he was that competitive.

but after two rounds, you realised you were just bad at the game. in all fairness, you hadn’t played that game since you were like- twelve. you kept falling into the water and was very tempting to shove the keyboard onto the ground.

“this game is rigged!” you grabbed the mouse. “let’s play another game,”

“you can’t just say that because you suck,”

“this game is boring anyways,”

“hey! give back the mouse!” quackity reached out for the mouse that was in your grasp. you picked it up and held it your chest, covering it with your hands protectively.

quackity pried your fingers apart with his to release it from your grip. you froze at his sudden touch, forgetting about what you were arguing about for half a second. he managed to take it from you, holding it behind his back. after snapping back to reality, you pouted at him.

“another game? please?” you gave him a fake pleading look.

he looked at you for moment, and sighed, holding out the computer mouse for you. “choose whatever game you want,”

eventually, after another half an hour, the janitor had replaced the handle on the opposite side, swiftly opening the door with your teacher following closely behind him.

you and quackity were sitting on the chairs. after a while, you two got sick of computer games and just decided to engage in normal conversation to let the time pass.

you saw him completely differently now. yes, he was still the same guy who wouldn’t stop talking, would always joke around in class and throw paper balls at the back of peoples head to get their attention. but he also had goals and interesting stories which you loved listening to.

“right,” you both looked at the teacher, he looked tired and his hair was disheveled. “you two, grab your bags and leave,” he ordered

you both complied, picking up your bags and throwing it over your shoulder. it was relief that you were finally going home after two hours of being stuck at school, but you were also pretty grateful you got to know a certain someone much better.

the two of you walked along the corridors towards the exit, another strange, unusual feeling formed at the pit of your stomach as your hands brushed while they swung. you subtly put your hands in your pockets.

“i wasn’t expecting my friday evening to go like this,” you joked.

“me neither.”

you two stood opposite each other, face to face in front of the school building. the streets were empty.

“are you going- that way?” you pointed in the direction that you were going in, towards the bus stop.

“no,” he gestured in the other direction. “i’m going that way,”

“oh,” you said, sort of disappointed. i’ll see you on monday then?”

alex nodded with a small smile on his face, beginning to take little steps forward, as did you. “yeah,” he swallowed the lump in his throat.

“i’m kind of glad my friday was spent like this, you’re cool- i guess,” you let the words spill from your mouth, your nerves were evident though. not smooth at all

“you guess?”

“you know what i’m trying to say, idiot,” you nudged him.

“if i’m actually cool, then maybe you could give me your number?” he was obviously trying to hold back his shaky voice. your heart began to speed up, beating uncontrollably.

you pretended to think about it.

he began to ramble.“not like that! not to ask you out or anything. but like, we could talk about school stuff obviously, and i can send you the directions to that restaurant i told you about that you wanted to try out-“

“i’m kidding, alex,” you smiled, feeling a little guilty. you’d be lying to say you didn’t find him being nervous adorable. two hours ago he was all cocky and confident and now he was shyly asking for your number. you held out your hand and he placed his phone on your palm. you quickly typed in your number, naming your contact.

“text me when you get home, yeah?” you said, handing his phone back.

he nodded. removing his beanie to run his fingers through his hair, before putting it back on.

“i will,” he beamed.

with a final and uncertain hug, you two walked away with smiling faces, not wanting to look back in case you made eye contact again. and you were right, because as you bounced away, he watched with admirable smile on his face, he couldn’t wait to text you.

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