#and i don't want to flunk out and i'm not wrong

[eggsistential-breakdown]

quick and loose (24 hours and counting) thing i tried to finish before move-in i'm calling it here i was defeated 😔 let's see if i can finish it before classes actually start (no) featurnig partial view of my krita setup (default) god be with ye all i need to be doing last minute packing in five-odd hours and then i will not sleep for four entire months god be with y'all

[gor3-hound]

teachers pet

ft. leon kennedy x fem!reader

cw: 18+content, dub-con, pussy spanking, spanking, degradation, milddd brat taming, teacher x student relationships (age gap, but reader is in college), p in v, pull-out method, cum eating

a/n: i have been really struggling to write recently, so i hope you guys still like this :3 i um... hate it sorry it's not that good... writer's block is so shitty rn. feedback is appreciated !!

word count: 1.3k words

Leon finds you infuriating at the best of times. Sitting at the front of the lecture hall, giggling as you look at your phone. You never pay attention to his lectures - he doesn't understand why you even bother to show up.

You're not even subtle about ignoring him. The least you could do is try and hide in the back like the rest of his students who don't give a fuck.

To make matters worse, your grades are actually decent. Nothing to write home about, but you always turn his assignments in on time, and you've never failed to get a passing mark. If you failed, at least you'd flunk out of his class, and he wouldn't have to put up with your shit anymore.

It's like you want to get a rise out of him.

He's sick of it. He's sick of you. He retired and took on teaching college kids in the hopes he'd finally have some time to relax, but you seemed to enjoy making his life a living hell. He'd had enough of it. As you're packing up once he dismisses the class, he makes his way to your desk, his footsteps echoing across the lecture hall.

“Not you, miss. I need to have a word with you. Please come to my desk once you're packed up.” He tells you, tapping two fingers against your desk as he leans in to speak before he's returning to sit at the desk at the front of the hall.

You let out an exaggerated groan at his words, shoving your laptop into your backpack before begrudgingly making your way over to him. Your bag is slung over one shoulder, hanging precariously off to the side.

“You wanted to see me, sir?”

“That's right.” He says with a slight nod of his head, gesturing for you to take the seat across from him. He leans back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other as he waits for you to sit.

“I'm going to be honest. You've gained my attention, however it's been for all the wrong reasons. You're smart enough. I'm sure if you applied yourself to this course, you'd get top marks. Is there something I can do to help? Is it a motivation issue? Something at home?”

“Well, if I'm being honest, sir. I thought when I chose this elective, it'd be more interesting. Your lectures are, like… seriously boring.” You say with a smirk that makes it clear you're just trying to frustrate him further.

“I'm seriously getting sick of your attitude.” He bites out, leaning forward against his desk. His eyes are narrowed and locked onto your own. “You can drop an elective. It will have no effect on your main course of study. Why are you still here?”

“It's fun to annoy you, sir.” Is your response, a shit-eating grin spreading across your face.

That's it. Leon is a patient man. He'd tried his best to help you. To figure out what the issue was so he could fix it. But you? Everything about you made him want to rip his hair out.

“Stand up.” He hisses, the feet of his chair screeching against the hardwood floor as he pushes it back suddenly before standing, stalking his way to your side of the desk. You don't stand, crossing your arms as you lean back in the chair.

“I said, stand up!” He repeats, gripping you by the arm and tugging you to your feet. He presses down harshly on your shoulders, forcing you to bend over his desk. “You want to act like an unruly child? Fine. I'll treat you like one.”

“You can not be serious.” You grit out, moving to straighten back up before your chest is forced against the surface of the desk once more with a strong hand pushing down on your back, right between your shoulder blades. “Jesus. I always knew you were a fucking freak.”

“This could all have been avoided if you weren't such a brat.” He hisses, raising your skirt to expose the curve of your ass. You hear him snort, bunching up the fabric of your panties and yanking them upwards harshly, making the fabric bunch up between your lips in a wedgie. It draws a whine from your lips, your brows furrowing as you drop your cheek against his desk.

“Fucking slut. Is that why you're acting up in my class, hmm? You want attention? Prancing around in those tiny skirts, skimpy panties like these underneath ‘em?” He lets go of your panties, sliding them down your thighs before smacking his flattened fingers repeatedly against your pussy until it runs hot, dripping all over his skin.

“Fuck… fuck off.” You say through gritted teeth, your mouth twitching downwards as he continues to spank your pussy. You bite down on your tongue, trying to prevent any noises from spilling past your lips.

He pinches your clit harshly between his thumb and forefinger, giving it a little yank. He grins at the sound of your whimper and the way you jerk away from him, letting out a low chuckle. “What was that, sweetheart?”

You hear the sound of a belt buckle and the shuffling of fabric, which is enough to send a shiver running down your spine. You swallow the lump in your throat, suddenly feeling your confidence drain from you. When you speak, your voice is almost a whisper. “Mr. Kennedy…”

“Oh? You finally learning to keep that mouth shut?” He grunts, running his tip teasingly up and down between your folds, letting his cock catch on your hole just to see you jump. “Trying to pretend you're not a filthy slut, but your cunt is crying for me...”

He presses forward with a low groan, burying himself to the hilt inside of you. His cock throbs as your walls tighten around him, his fingers digging painfully into the fat of your hips as he starts to fuck into you, his pelvis pummelling against your ass with every shift of his hips.

“Greedy.” He scolds, smacking your ass harshly, and once more just to hear the way you whimper when his hand connects with your flesh. “She's sucking me right in. Know this is what you've been wanting… shoulda asked, sweetheart. Pretty sluts like you always get what they want.”

“Perfect pussy… squeezing me so tight.” He groans, thrusting deeper into your cunt, pulling you back onto his cock and angling his hips so he's bumping against your sweet spot every time he bottoms out. He fucks you with deep, hard strokes, letting you feel the drag of every inch of his thick cock inside of you.

“Ah, that's right. Just need to fuck the brattiness out of you, hmm? Goooood fucking girl. Gonna… gonna make me cum.” He says through gritted teeth, slipping a hand down to circle a thumb around your clit. You babble helplessly as he touches you, nothing but ‘please’s and ‘sir's spilling past your lips. He almost cums inside of you when he feels your clenching around him as your orgasm hits, but he's not too pussydrunk to release how stupid it'd be to get his student knocked up, so he pulls out quickly and coats your ass in his cum.

“You gonna be a good girl for me now?” He asks, dropping to his knees behind you, his tongue darting out to lick his cum off of you. The sensation has you shivering, but you nod weakly at his question. He pulls your panties up, straightening out your skirt before patting your butt and going to sit at his desk once more, as if nothing's happened. “Good. That's good.”

“Come see me after class tomorrow, babe. Gotta make sure the lesson really sinks in.”

[arc-misadventures]

Can I request for a sequel for A Proper Villain. Like Jaune's day to day and interactions with other heroes and villains.

The Blackcat, And The Stalker

In a dingy lit room, bound to a table, a figure clad in black sat bound to a chair with a hood on their head. Here, bound to the chair was, The Violet Shadow.

One of the few faunas hero's that fought to make the world a better place! Mostly for faunas mind you, but if helping the faunas helped the humans at the end of the day that was alright.

She had been captured after hitting one of the, Crowns, Dust silos that was being made from the labour of faunas slaves. Violet Shadow's goal was the destruction of the silos, while her compatriots freed the slaves. She had sacrificed herself to buy her teammates time to evacuate the slaves. This noble endeavor resulted in her capture, where she was eventually sold off to the worlds major villain, The Cabal to recuperate the Crowns loses.

Now she was here, in one of the, Cabals many interrogation rooms waiting for the fun to begin, and whatever they brought before her, she was ready for...?!

: Bahh! Let's leave them in a dingy lit room, that well be really menacing since they have a bag over their head, and can't see anything?!

: Where's the damn light switch?! We do not have time for this!

: Ahh, there it is... AH?! Since when did maintenance change the light bulbs? They're much brighter than the old ones...

: No! I have no time for this! We must finish this, soon!

Suddenly the bag over, Violet Shadow's face was removed, and she was left staring at the cerulean eyes of her old friend.

VioletShadow: Jaune Arc... It's a pleasure to see you again... traitor...

Jaune: T-Traitor? How precisely am I a traitor?

VioletShadow: After being kicked out of the hero academy, you turn to a life of crime! How could you, you had aspirations of becoming a hero, and when you failed you became a villain, no you couldn't even do that, you became a villains underling! How utterly pathetic...

Jaune: ...

Jaune: Rude. But, I can understand why you see me as a traitor. Going from hero academy to villain henchman, that makes sense. But, you know I didn't flunk out of, Beacon Hero Academy; I was framed, and kicked out because of, Cardin Winchester.

VioletShadow: But, even after you were cleared of wrong doings you refused to come back! Embracing the life of crime, you traitor!

Jaune: Well, that was mostly because of how they 'invited' me back. More, or less absolving themselves of any wrong doing, and made it all seem like an honest mistake on no ones fault that I was expelled. On top of that it took them half a year to prove my innocence when I had proof of my innocence! So yeah, I didn't want to deal with their BS, and quit frankly you don't deal with as much bull shit working with the villains.

Jaune: Also the hero leagues don't have nearly as many benefits as the, Goonuion does. So there's that...

Jaune: No wait! We don't have time for this! Okay, the Cabal paid five tons in raw Dust to get you from, the Crown. Now I need you to give me information that's worth at least five tons of raw Dust so we can let you go. What do you got for me?!

VioletShadow: Ha! I'm not going to tell you anything, traitor!

Jaune: Violet, we don't have time for this...!

VioletShadow: Then make time! Because it doesn't matter what you do to me I won't talk!

Jaune: You seriously don't understand how much of a time crunch we're on, I need information to trade you you're freedom. Right. Now!

VioletShadow: Ha! You won't get any information out of me! You can bind me, gage me, bend my body over the table, and stuff your hot rod in...?!

Jaune: BLAKE?!

Jaune bent down on the table as he spoke, Violet Shadow's true identity in a silent scream.

VioletSadow: H-Hey?! You know the rules: no revealing secret identities! I know it's an unspoken rule, but...?!

Jaune: The Bull is here!

Violet was silent as she registered the words that, Jaune had just spoken as dread filled her veins.

VioletShadow: A-Adam is here...?

Jaune: Yes! We are in the middle of a code: Bull Heart!

VioletShadow: B-Bull Heart?

Jaune: Yes, it's the codename we use when we have you here, and, Adam is here. The code is basically means, 'Get Violet Shadow out of here as fast as possible!'

VioletShadow: It does...?

Jaune: Yes! And, I know that being captured, and tied up is a wet dream for you...

VioletShadow: N-No it isn't...

Jaune: I know what kind of books you're into. Violet, so don't bull shit me!

VioletShadow: Ohh...

Jaune: So give me, something I can trade your freedom for. NOW!

VioletShadow: No.

Jaune: N-No...?

VioletShadow: No. I bet your lying... this is all a lie so you can extract important information from me! To get me to talk without resorting to torture of... any sorts... Hehehe~! Ahem! No! No, I will not talk, do your worst, Jaune because even knowing that, Adam could possibly be here, I will not...

Jaune: The Chameleon is also here...!

VioletShadow: T-The Cameleon is here... I-Ilia is here?

Jaune: Yep.

VioletShadow: ...

VioletShadow: Would the location of, Kings Vault be enough?

Jaune: No, only one villain cares about that.

VioletShadow: The location of, Atlas hidden weapons vaults?

Jaune: Which one?

VioletShadow: There's more than one?

Jaune: That's a no.

VioletShadow: Shit! Uhhh... I know about shipment of, Rainbow Dust being shipped by the, SDC; how about that?

Jaune: Rainbow Dust? That could work... How much, Dust are we working with here?

VioletShadow: I don't know the exact amount... But, the report said around 50 pounds worth of, Rainbow Dust was going to be transferred on, SDC train from the South Hill Dust Depot on the 18th.

Jaune: Hmmm... Even if it's not fifty pounds worth of, Rainbow Dust, if we hit that train we can also recoup the lost, Dust we used to buy you from, the Crown... Yes, this is a good deal. Congratulations, Violet Shadow, you just bought your freedom.

VioletShadow: That's great! Now what?

Jaune: Stage Two.

VioletShadow: Stage two; what's stage two?

Jaune swiftly opened the door, and ushered in several goons.

Jaune: Alright guys, we're moving on to, Stage Two! Let's get this going, now, now, now!

Several goons entered the room, two carrying a gurney, and what appeared to be a body bag on top, as well as several other goons with industrial cleaner levels of equipment.

VioletShadow: What's with the body bag?

Goon#1: We's smuggling you out 'ere in the body bag.

VioletShadow: Okay? And, the cleaner products?

Goon#2: Da freaking, Bull knows your scent!

VioletShadow: He knows my scent?!

Jaune: Yes, we have to sterilize the whole room to get ride of your smell! Now quit squawking, and get in the body bag!

VioletShadow: Okay, okay, I'm going!

Violet Shadow's bands were undone, and she swiftly got into the body bag,put on the gurney.

Jaune: Alright, get rid of the body! Go! Gogogogo!

Jaune ushered the pair pushing the gurney away as fast as possible, before he turned to the man holding the cords that were previously bound Violet Shadow to the chair.

Jaune: Burn those at once!

The henchmen nodded his head as he put the cords in a bag, and sprinted out of the room.

Jaune: Sterilize the chair first, she was sitting on it! And, clean the table, she had blood dripping down her chin, she may have spat blood on the table. Go!

Jaune watched as the cleaning crew swiftly got to work, they had shut the door, and made sure no one would come in, that was until the door was suddenly opened. They all turned around, as fear filled their veins, had they been caught.

: Ahh there you are, Jaune. I need... Is everything okay, Jaune?

Jaune: Ohh... thank gods it's you, Cinder... Get back to work!

Cinder Fall, the second highest ranked member of the, Cabal. Jaune. and the rest of the henchmen breathed a sigh of relief, before jumping back to work.

Cinder: Everything alright, Jaune?

Jaune: Violet Shadow was here.

Cinder: Ohh... Code: Bull Heart. Did you get rid of her?

Jaune: Yeah. Her traded her freedom for knowledge about a, Dust shipment from the SDC that contains fifty pounds of, Rainbow Dust.

Cinder: Fifty pounds? That's good, even if there isn't that much, Rainbow Dust on the train we can recoup our losses from the trade deal.

Jaune: My thoughts exactly as well. As much as I wanted a good deal, I wanted her out of here more so.

Cinder: Understandable. But, for what it was, it is a good enough deal.

Jaune: Hopefully the higherups are okay with it.

Cinder: I'll make sure they do.

Jaune: My thanks. Now then, did you need something, Cinder.

Cinder: Yes, the Boss wants to see you.

Jaune: Roman? Alright, I'll go, and see him when I'm done here.

Cinder: No, The Boss wants to see you.

Jaune: Oh... I best get going then.

Jaune: Alright guys, when you're done here, clean up the rest of the interrogation cells after, they'll get suspicious if we only clean one of them.

Goon#3: We're on it, Jaune!

Goon#4: We get a bonus for this right?

Goon#1: Hazard pay.

Goon#4: Hell yeah!

Jaune: Good luck boys. Alright then, time to go see, The Boss...

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Bahh! This has been stuck in my drafts as a title for months! Now, I am free of it!

FREE!

[mcflymemes]

THE SUITE LIFE OF ZACK AND CODY PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the tv show (season 1), adjust as necessary

i can shove 12 gummy worms up my nose. you wanna see?

i was blunt... i was direct... and if i do say so myself, i was pretty darn mean.

is that a threat or a promise?

i learned something from you and you learned something from me.

i can't believe i might have to wear plaid.

teach me to be smart!

i mean, this is probably the most boring hotel in the history of boring hotels.

none of them even noticed me.

do you need some help with your bags?

i'm not that strange... except when i get really nervous i can't stop talking which is odd because i'm aware of it and you'd think i'd know better but for some strange reason...

what kind of superficial airhead thinks that's cool?

are you wearing lipstick?

i protest against them.

i got dragged off by a cop!

i guess i should say goodbye. or... you could invite me to your suite?

do you know how much they cost?

it's so much nicer than the mini-van we used to live in.

is there a hall of fame for this kind of stuff?

that's what trees look like before you cut them down.

what's that on your face?

thanks for the red sox tickets!

you tend to be un-smooth.

some of this candy is older than you.

somebody ordered the "i'm sorry for what i did last night" buffet.

get us into the wedding.

we may live in a palace, but we are not royalty.

what did you set on fire?

have you seen what you're wearing?

will you guys stop fighting?

we are not fighting. we are having a creative discussion.

stop agreeing. you're annoying me now.

i'll have you know, i flunked that math test purposely just to get away from you.

are you familiar with the gear shift?

you're making me nervous with all this technical talk.

why don't we just relax, turn on the radio? would you like AM or FM?

let's find out how rich i am!

you're gonna learn to drive?

have you heard the good news?

i love the rush of the road, the wind in my hair.

they shouldn't be too hard to find. we'll just look for the car that's going in reverse.

i suppose i have a slight tendency to be a bit critical.

have you seen my kids?

which goes first, the milk or the cereal?

it's a special night. don't make me slap you.

did you just flick flour into my face?

come back here and take this banana creme pie like a man!

how would you feel if people were spreading rumors about you?

we don't have a dungeon.

i recommend you go away!

this is not a joking matter.

there's no such thing as ghosts.

just 'cause i don't need it doesn't mean it's not mine.

don't take this the wrong way.

i made it with my own two hands.

i've hit rock bottom. and i don't like rock bottom. it's so... rock bottomy.

i have about twenty different ones. which one do you want?

i actually cooked for three hours.

do you ever find yourself feeling discouraged, unfulfilled, unappreciated?

try this hot dog!

[tan1shere]

Changes pt 2

Ellie Williams x female reader !

A/n: it's here at last ... I hope you all enjoy it I honestly don't have much to say but, pt 3 ? Also this whole idea was inspired by a show slightly, if you can guess what it is down below I'll give you a kiss 😁!!

Summary: Ellies the bad girl in the school but she takes a liking to the reader, everyone's worried but the reader somehow changes her for the better ... or does she ?

Warnings: drinking, smoking, the mention of drugs like once. Swearing ? Mentions of anxiety and a beginning panic attack ! Think that's all :)

Masterlist || pt 1 ! Pt 3 !

A few weeks had past, and your bond with Ellie grew even stronger. You spent most of your time with her, although that wasn't very liked by the people around you. "She's gunna hurt you Y/n." Your roommate, Angela warns for what felt like the hundredth time. You know you should probably listen, but maybe Ellie just hasn't been around the right sort of people. Maybe she's changed. You were convinced that's what it was. As you started to get to know Ellie you learnt she was actually quite smart. She knew so much, but she constantly turned up late to classes. Never paid attention. You were confused as to why, she was so talented and bright, why would anyone throw something like that away.

You were currently walking down the halls on your way to your favorite place, yes ofcourse the library. It was like your home away from home. As you walk in you spot Ellie sitting there, doing her usual dribbles and doodles. "Whatcha doin there?" You beam at her as you sit down in a chair close to hers. She looks up at you and gives you a smile. "Just sketching, nothing exciting." She continues to look at you as you get a few things out. "How's the book?" She asks, setting a pencil she held on the table infront of you both. "Its the best, I've been reading it non-stop." You smile more at the question. She just smiles at your smile. "Told you, it's such a good read." A silence filled the air, not an awkward one, or a comfortable one. Just a silence, one that was as if there was something still to be said. You could feel it, so you look up at her. She was just looking at you, admiringly. But for some reason she stops, clearing her throat a little bit and getting back to her drawing. Odd? Maybe a little.

Ellie knew she wasn't the relationship type. She knew she wasn't classed as 'good' she knew she flunked on many things. She knew this. So why does it feel like she's feeling something for you. That never happens, she uses people- as bad as that sounds she won't sugar coat it, she knows she's done wrong. Is she going to do it to you too? She had no idea and the thought honestly frightened her, she's never felt this way for anyone in her life. She needed to put those thoughts aside she couldn't fall. But oh how beautiful she thought you were. Your hair looked so well taken care of, perfect features. Not too much makeup just light amounts, your pretty skin and how soft it genuinely looked. Minding your own business as you read, focusing on what it is you're reading. She couldn't, this isn't good. Especially when she has no faith in herself to not hurt you. But she couldn't give it up, she wanted to be in your presence you were so sweet and inviting it made her feel warm.

She had to not give into all these feelings at all. "Ellie?" You tilt your head slightly to get a better look at her face. You two were currently in her room working on something that was assigned to the both of you. She wasn't paying attention which you found out was normal for her to tube out and go into her little land. "Yeah sorry, just thinking." You slowly nod, continuing to speak about the project. She let's out a sigh. "I'm sorry am I boring you?" You let out a light hearted giggle as you say that, she begins to get defensive. Worried she had hurt you in some way. "No no no, ofcourse not! The complete opposite. Sorry I'm just a bit tired." She admits. You still laugh a tiny bit. "I'm just being silly Els." She swallows. That name that you acquired recently, makes her insane.

But definitely in a good way, she loves it. Was she a fool for you or something. You go to speak again, but shut your mouth. It had been dawning on you, the question you wanted to ask so badly. So you just come out and ask. "Why are you always ditching classes, why aren't you applying yourself?" She looks directly at you as you say this. She just shrugs. "You're incredibly smart Ellie. I don't know why you're-" You continue, although she shuts it down. "I really don't want to talk about this." She blurts, making you shut up for a sec. "Yeah no ofcourse." Awkward silence, but she breaks it with yet another sigh. "I'm sorry that was harsh." You just shake your head. "No no, I shouldn't of been nosey, it's not my business." You give her a tiny smile. Yet again. More silence.

"Right well, we shou-" "you want a smoke?" You were stunned by the question. You watch as she gets up. It was a little upsetting to see her not care about this project. "Elli-" She turns around. "Oh yeah no ofcourse, I shouldn't of asked." "El-" But she wasn't done. "That was a silly question, you don't seem like the type to do th-" "ELLIE." The room went quiet, she just looks at you. "Will you just shut up for a second." You laugh slightly. "Why are you avoiding this project?" She shrugs. She really likes doing that, huh. "I dunno, it's stupid." You furrow your brows slightly. "But this would be so easy for you Els." Theres that name again. She begins to smoke whatever the fuck she is smoking, seemingly to ignore you. You roll your eyes a tiny bit, closing the books that you had in your grasp, while going to get up, and walk over to her. She watches you, continuing to smoke. However she wasn't expecting your next move.

You get on your tiptoes and snatch it out her hand. "Hey!" She stands up properly. You keep ahold of it. "I'll give it back once you do some of this work!" You laugh a bit. She looks at you. With a 'be so serious' look. "Like I can't just snatch it right back." She walks towards you slowly, making you back up. "Well I won't let ya." She lets out her own laugh. "Did you forget your hight?" You glare at her. "I am not, that short." She raises a brow, getting closer to you going to try grab it, but you swiftly move your arm so she can't. "I may be tiny but I'm smart." She goes to try again. "Yeah well so am I." Again, she tries and fails. "Well if you're so smart use it for the project." She completely ignores that deciding to bend down and put you over her shoulder. You let out a small screech, going to grip the cig a bit tighter so it doesn't fall.

She drops you on her bed being careful still, making you bounce slightly on the mattress. She goes for the cig now that you are more grounded, but yet again you move it so she couldn't. You let out a giggle at how difficult she's finding this. "Not funny, you." She tries. Again. You laugh more at her poor attempts. "Right that's it." She pins your arms down as you try get out of her grasp, but before she could do all that you put it in your mouth having it rest there. "Gunna have to unpin my arms if you want it." You mumble still having it against your lips. "You're trouble huh." You let out another laugh. She goes to unpin one of your arms and when she does you quickly grab te cigarette from your mouth and hold it above you.

You could see the slight frustration in her eyes, you try hard not to let another laugh slip. "Gimmie it." "Do the work." She stares at you for a moment. "Oh you wanna play games?" She wastes no time into tickling you. One thing she didn't know but definitely was going to find out is that you were incredibly ticklish. Your eyes widen. "No no noooo." She doesn't listen, continuing the assault to your sides, you squirm trying to escape it. "Ellie!" You let out constant giggles. She smirks seeing you weren't paying attention and snatching the cigarette right back into her grasp, sticking it back into her mouth. But she didn't stop tickling you. "Say you're sorry Missy!" You laugh more. "Hell no!" Shes close to you. "Then the tickling shall continue." You keep laughing and honestly. Ellie enjoys this.

She really enjoyed your laugh, she loved to hear it. The fact she could make you laugh so easily made her heart happy. She's never seen anyone else make you laugh like she has, and sometimes she doesn't even try. But she manages to always pull a laugh or giggle from your lips. "Ellie pleaseee." She shakes her head. "Stand down!" You laugh. "Fine fine I surrender, I'm sorry!" You're still laughing even when she's stopped. But like most times silence overcame this scene. It was never an awkward one though. You look at each other. "Can we do some of the project now." You ask her. She stays quiet for a bit. Pondering. "Come on Ellie, it's not much and it's not like you'd struggle or anything-" you cut your sentence short. You hadn't realized how close you two were, she's most definitely noticing this too. You swallow keeping the eye contact going.

But she takes the cigarette out, turns her head and blows some smoke, beginning to get off of you. "Can I ask you something?" You sit up a bit once shes off, nodding. "Yeah ofcourse." You were intrigued. "What do people tell you about me?" You look at her, wondering how to go about this. "They just tell me to be careful and such." Now you shrug, sitting up more into a criss cross position. "Can I ask a question now?" She looks at you and nods. "Why do they tell me that. What's so bad that you've done." That silence was upon the room again. Another famous Ellie sigh. "I'm not a completely great person, maybe I'm working on it I dunno. But I don't date. I can't it's just not in me." You listen to all she has to say. "Why?" Usually people who asked such questions would get shut down by her. But she genuinely wanted to tell you, she loved the way you'd listen, to anyone. The way you'd take in every detail of information. "I'm not too sure."

She sits on the bed with you. "I just don't know if I can bring myself to being committed to anyone. You know?" You nod, taking in what she has to say. "I dunno, maybe I haven't found the right person." You keep looking at her. "Hmm, maybe." Silence. "You think you ever could?" She sighs a tiny bit. "I could do, no way of truly telling until the time actually comes." "Noted." For the first time ever with you two, there was a slight awkwardness in the air. You wanted to say something to fix it but you just stay silent. "What about you?" You became confused by the question. "What about, me?" You inquire. "Yeah, you been with people? You a relationship kinda girl?" You laugh a tiny bit at the question. "I've been in a few, nothing serious but I definitely am a relationship girl." She nods, going to take one last drag of her cig, going to put it out in an ashtray on her windowsill.

It was a few days later, you were currently on your way to your dorm, Angie was out for the night so you had a hot date with your blankets and your book. As you were strolling down the halls you caught sight of a friend in your class, you smile at him. "Hey, kenny!" You say with joy. He returns the smile, coming over to you. "Hey Y/n, what you got planned for tonight?" "I'm going to relax, read and eat." You smile more. "How about you? Anything exciting?" He shrugs. "Probably going to chill also, or go to a party." You nod, knowing he was probably confused on why you were staying inside on a Friday night, you didn't really know each other very well so you aren't surprised if he is. "You keep to yourself alot huh?" You nod proud. "Sure do, keeps me sane." He laughs a tiny bit. "Well I mean not completely to yourself." You furrow your brows. "What do you mean?" He pauses for a sec, looking at you. "I see you with Williams alot." "Oh yeah, she's cool to hang out with." He doesn't say anything immediately.

"What are you two? Like fuck buddies or something?" More confusion. "Excuse me?" You laugh slightly. "Well I never see her with many people unless she's fucking them soo." You stare at him. "Do people think that? Like about me and her" He shrugs. "I know I do, maybe others. But what are you two?" Why was he so intrigued by it. You knew she didn't have a great rep but seriously? "Well shes a good friend." He thinks for a moment. "She don't have many of those." You were baffled by this man and what he had to say. "I guess you just truly don't know her then." You don't know why you felt so irritated by this, but you go to leave. "Don't start anything with her, you're too pure for her antics." You stop in your tracks, going to turn back around. "And don't judge a book by its cover." You simply state. "Bit hard when that cover hasn't had the best past." You sigh. "People change." "Not Williams. Trust me we all thought that once, there's no changing her-" you go to cut him off.

"What are you talking about." He looks at you as if he was the one confused now. "You don't know?" You shake your head. "This has happened before, she almost dated this girl who thought would change her, she shitted big time on her. She doesn't even go here anymore and it was all because of Williams." You didn't want to believe that, it sounded horrible. "I'm sure she didn't leave just because of that." There was a tiny pause. "Nope, definitely was. She broke that poor girls heart. Couldn't even bring herself to come back, so she moved. I'm just trying to save you from-" you shut that down immediately. "I can handle myself, thank you though. But I don't need you telling me this." He shrugs. "Alright, just letting you know before you get too far gone with her." And that was that you both turned to leave. Did everyone just hate this girl? How could almost the whole school be so against her. You try to ignore all of this, wanting to go read, that is until you get a text.

-Hey, you busy tonight?

Speak of the devil. It was Ellie. You couldn't help but smile at your phone.

-I was going to have a night of reading, but you're more than welcome to join me, my roommate isn't going to be there so it'd be nice and quiet.

-how could i possibly decline that generous offer ;) see you soon?

-bring a book! 🤓

-holding one right now 📖

You smile more, making your way to your door and grabbing the keys to unlock it. You were brought to your senses when you could smell what seemed to be vanilla, you knew it was Angies perfume, she would always wear it whenever she'd go see her boyfriend. It always made you smile when she'd go on dates, she'd be so genuinely happy to get dressed up, telling you how amazing he was and how happy he made her. It was nice to hear. You set your things down on the couch, heading into your room to grab some blankets and such, making a space on the couch for them. You were soon startled when you hear a knock on the door, to it being opened. "Hello hello hello." Ellie says coming in. "Oh hey, I was just getting the couch nice." She closes the door behind her. "What book did you bring?" You ask, looking over at her. "I- honestly have no clue just picked up something random." She states, coming over to the couch and sitting down. "Good day?" She leans back into the cushions, kicking her feet up on the coffee table.

"Yeah pretty good, bit slow but it got there in the end. And you?" Coming over to sit down next to her, bringing the blankets up your body. "Pretty much the same." You couldn't help but laugh. "What's so hilarious." She smiles ever so slightly. "I dunno, I just assume they're boring because you don't do anything." She raises a brow. "Not true. I have so much fun." "Oh yeah? What do you do that's so fun?" You open your book up, taking the Bookmark out preparing to read once you were done with the conversation. "I go on a secret mission, shhhh I can't talk about it." You laugh and roll your eyes. "You're so incredibly goofy." She smiles more. "You love it." Your smile softened a bit, you truly did. You loved how she would be so silly, especially since you didn't get to see that side of her until you were alone together. You avert your eyes over to the words on the page, beginning to read your book. She does the same opening up the random book to start.

After a little bit, you wanted to just talk. As you're still looking at your book you speak up. "I had a weird interaction today." She looks up, and at you. "Oh?" You do the same, nodding. "Got told to stay away from you, again." She lets out a sigh. "I'm sorry people are bombarding you with that-" But you just shake your head. "Trust me it's fine, it doesn't bother me. What gets to me is how hung up they are on the topic." You truly couldn't wrap your brain around it. "He told me about this girl you had almost gotten into a relationship wi-" "he?" She stops your words. You look at her as she does so. "Yeah?" She furrows her brows more. "Who is this guy?" "His names Kenny, you know him?" She rolls her eyes. "Who doesn't know him, he's always in people's faces." You keep looking at her as she speaks, when a sudden sigh comes out.

"The reason he told you that was because he was super close to her. He got furious at me when the whole thing happened and it eventually turned into a huge fight. Silly, drunken fight." This makes you raise your brows. "Oh my God." "It was all okay, no one got badly hurt but it happened, I moved on. Clearly he hasn't." You think for a moment, wondering if you should ask what you wanted to or stay in your lane and just keep quiet. She noticed your silence. "What're you thinking 'bout pretty girl?" Trying to ignore how happy that name made your heart, you push all the fear away and just ask. "What did you even do to her." Ellie goes quiet tho as if she didn't want to talk about it. "I- uhm just forget that sorry." You bite your lip feeling awful for even bringing it up. She puts a reassuring hand on your knee. "I don't mind. It's ok, I promise just caught me a little off guard is all." Listening to what she says, you nod. "I was never really present in the relationship, sort of a bit closed off. It wasn't even a relationship really, more of a- I dunno. We got on very well but at the same time I don't think she understood me truly. She was a great person, I honestly thought she was going to be my very first girlfriend." You cut her off. "Wait wait so you haven't dated anyone at ALL?" You knew she struggled to be in relationships.

But to have never been in some sort of one before, shocks you. "Never ever?" She lets out a breath. "Okay, sorry continue." You hear a tiny laugh come from her, making you smile a bit. "Anyway, I just couldn't do it. I knew I felt something but not enough to commit to anything serious like I knew she wanted. But I couldn't bring myself to let her go for so long. When one night she asked me, and I froze. I stood there trying to find some words to tell her nicely that I couldn't." Ellie stops for a second, which worried you. "Oh God, what did you do." There was silence. "I told her she wasn't relationship worthy.." Your mouth opens slightly. "Jesus Ellie." "I know, I'm not proud of it I'm really not. Especially her face after, I felt so bad deep inside but I think I made things worse with my dry facial expressions.." shocked would be an understatement. You had no idea how to respond. "No one knows that. Your actually the first person who knows the true story. The rest just made up silly rumors of how it ended, she left soon after so no one really knows the full story but me."

Still not knowing what to say you move your gaze to her. "Please say somethin." She says awkwardly. "You're not the best with words are you?" You let out a tiny giggle. She scratches her neck. "Is it obvious?" You shake your head slightly, with a roll of your eyes. "Dumbie." That silence you two always came across, occurs. You love it, it was comforting if you were quite honest. "We aren't doing much reading." She pipes up, making you look at her. "We aren't are we." You laugh a bit, setting it down and going to stand. "Where are you off to?" Honestly you didn't know, but you felt like putting music on. "Going to get my speaker, I always put on some music when Angela is out." Ellie learns more about you everyday. "What kind of music. Some heavy metal shit." Another laugh escapes you. "What do you take me for?" "I dunno, you surprise me very often." You had the speaker in hand, setting it down on the coffee table. "Honestly, if I like a song I like it, I don't have a specific type." She smiles. "Well said." You turn your head, looking at her. "And you?" She thinks for a sec, letting out a hum in thought. "Well as long as it's not some yehaw shit." This makes you laugh, harder than you have before. "Really? Now that's something I would've thought you'd like." She scoffs, throwing one of the pillows that were rested on the couch at your face.

But you catch it quickly. "Ugh, rude." Throwing it back at her she just laughs. You grab your phone and play your Playlist, sitting back down in the position you were in before. "So, loves to read, doesn't like heavy metal, is very ticklish." The last one makes you pinch her shoulder, resulting in her holding her arm with dramatics. "What else am I going to find out about you." You think for a moment. "I guess you'll have to wait and see." She tilts her head. "You a party person?" Honestly you had no idea, you hadn't been to the kind of party she's talking about in your entire life, so how could you tell if you liked them or not. "Can't judge when I've never been to one." Now it was her who was gobsmacked. "Never, ever?" She quotes you from before. "Shut up. I find fun in other things." She looks offended. "I've been to some pretty wicked parties ma'am." You roll your eyes. "You love doing that too, don't you?" She points at your face. "What? Roll my eyes?" She nods. "They'll get stuck like that if you aren't careful." She says, seeming serious but you knew she was being a dickhead.

"Oh Har Har." "No need to fake laugh around me. We all know how hard I can make you laugh." You raise a brow. "Oh really?" She nods. "Yes really, I'm the master." She notices the look on your face and smiles wickedly. "Challenge accepted." "Wait-" But she pounces on you, going straight to tickling you. You try to push her off, giggling as you do so. "Ok ok stop, point proven." Shes now laughing too, but they both die down as your eyes meet. As corny as that sounds its true, you two were currently so close to one another. You could feel the coolish air from her nose. Then something just clicks in her brain and. "Y/n." You keep the eye contact. "Mhmmmm." "I think I like you." You let out another giggle. "You think?" The look that's on her face makes you giggle more. "No like I know I do.." There was a long pause which made Ellie worry. "Is this the first time you've ever said that to someone." She nods reluctantly. You soon become more serious. "Like actually like me?" You sit up, staring at her at the confession. "I've never said that to a girl before. Never."

Looking down, you take in this information. "I think I like you too Els." You let a small smile slip but she just playfully rolls her eyes. "So what now then?" That, she hadn't thought too far into. But as she wonders what this could become those bad thoughts of hurting you cross her mind, usually she wouldn't care. Horrible as that is she never did care. Maybe you truly are changing her. And what she does next truly shocks the crap out of you. "Will you be my girlfriend?"

You had said yes. Ofcourse you were thinking of those thoughts too, but you had hope she wouldn't, consider yourself stupid? Maybe. You just wanted to live in the moment, if anything keeping it a secret was the most hardest thing throughout this all. The first time you and Ellie kissed you were just hanging out in your room, Angie was home and she had come in without knocking, thank goodness she saw nothing. You've also gotten closer with Jesse and Dina, they were so kind. You were sitting with them and Ellie one day having some food in the small Cafe they have down there. "I'm just going to get some more of that Cake, you want any?" She looks at you, you just shake your head no. As she goes to leave tho, Dina turns to you. "She has this new glow to her." A hum leaves your lips as you eat. "Maybe being around you is changing her." She continues. "If so can you like stay forever." Jesse then speaks. It made you laugh slightly. "I'm not going anywhere." They look at eachother. "Well that's if she doesn't do anything stupid." Damn, even her close friends have no hope in her. You'd be lying If you said that didn't worry you much.

More time passes and it's getting harder to keep the secret, you didn't really care for what anyone else had to say about it, but you sure did worry about Angie, Dina, and Jesse. You had bonded with all of them so well you didn't want them to hate you entirely. Today, you weren't as careful. You were currently hanging out with Dina and Jesse in your room, chilling. When you hear a knock at the door. "Hold up let me just get that." As you get up to go see who it was, you forgot to close your bedroom door. You open it, but before you can process anything you're being kissed, you froze. "Hey baby." Ellie then says after pulling away, gently grabbing the flesh of your ass. Open, your mouth was open in shock. "BABY?" You then heard Dina screech, coming out of your bedroom along with Jesse. "Uh oh-" Ellie then says, removing her hand. You swallow as you turn around slowly. "Ermmm." They were shocked. "Ain't no way." Dina continues. You were stumped. What were you suppose to say? "Really Ellie, another poor heart?" Ellie furrows her brows.

She was going to say something but you step in. "Hey, that's not entirely true. How do you know she will do that, she can change you kno-" Dina shakes her head. "She's not changing Y/n, she will hurt you." Ellie scoffs. "Right here you know." Dina looks at her. "Don't even think about hurting her, Ellie. Come on Jesse." They both go to leave. "We warned you." She says to you. You just stay quiet, watching as they go. Silence was left in the room. "I'm sorry I should've said something-" Ellie shakes her head. "Don't be, seriously. What's done is done it's not your fault, promise." She says, putting her hands on your shoulders then moving them to your cheeks. You nod slightly. "Well, do you think they hate us now?" She laughs a tad. "You? Never. Me? Always. But it's understandable so I can't blame them." You look down, it sadden you how they saw her, you knew she hadn't been so great in the past- but that was in the past. Right? She makes you look at her again, putting her thumb and index against your chin. "Don't worry about them or anything else yeah? That shouldn't be a concern." You nod at her words, getting on your tiptoes to kiss her. "Anyways are you hungry?" You asked as you make your way into the small kitchen you and Angie had.

Ellie shakes her head. "Well, not for food." She shrugs while having a sly smirk on her face, that makes you grab a piece of bread that was sitting on the counter and throw it at her. Which earns a chuckle from her lips. "You're gross." She holds her hands up. "Whattt can't admire my yummy girlfriend?" You roll your eyes. "Far from that-" "Ay! Dont talk about my girlfriend like that thank you very much." This only makes you laugh now, making her smile too. "Well, I'm going to have a snack because I'm quite hungry." You state, going over to grab something to munch on. You then feel hands on your waist, and a chin on your shoulder. "May I help you." She just shakes her head, soon after hiding it in your neck. "Nurp, comfy." That warmed your heart, she was such a sweet person. As you were fixing up some food you felt warm soft lips on your neck, so delicate and gentle. It made you close your eyes relishing in the tenderness. "You smell so good." She blurts out, keeping the warm kisses going. You hum in response. "You smell so.. bad." She pinches your waist making you giggle. "Ow!" "I don't smell bad, take that back!"

You only giggle more. "You smell like cigarettes." She gasps. "You've told me you love the way I smell! Liar!" You roll your eyes, but she swiftly turns you around in her arms, grabbing your face and squishing your cheeks. "Els-" She stares into your soul, making you laugh out. "What on earth are you doing?" "Shhh, making your eyes stay like the way they did since you love doing that so much." She continues to do whatever with her eyes. "Oh my god." You proceed to shove her off of you, but her grip tightens. "You're such an idiot." She smiles. "Yeah well I'm your idiot, so suck it up buttercup." She kisses your nose and loosens her grip, going to lean against the counter. "You really do look great today. Just thought I'd remind you." You smile sweetly at her. "You look pretty beautiful yourself." Shes now smiling too. "Im the pertyest." You laugh at the way she said it, making her smile grow. She could never get over how pretty your laugh was. It was her favorite thing, ever.

It had been a few months or so since you and Ellie first got together, maybe a bit longer but who's counting you. Currently you were making your way to her dorm, like most Friday nights. Knocking on the door to be greeted by your beautiful girlfriends green eyes. "Hey baby." You smile, and so does she. "Hello Ms thing. Come in come in." She moves out the way so you can enter, going straight to the couch and making yourself comfortable. "What have we got planned tonight?" You ask. You two usually always did a special something on a Friday night. Her roommate was out on most of them so you'd come over to Ellies. "Well I know how you feel about parties, and if you don't want to we can chill out here for the night, but there's one a few dorms down." You ponder this idea, and honestly, why not. You figure it'll be fun especially with Ellie and how enjoyable she could make anything be. "Sounds like a plan." She raises her brows, genuinely happy you agreed. "Awesome, I'm getting changed because I just came straight here from my last class." She mentions going to go do that.

You do a double take. "You? In class?" She scoffs. "Shut up." Which makes you smile. "Noo, it's great i'm glad." She shortly comes back out. "Your sarcasm is lovely." She sarcastically replies. "You ready?" You nod at her question. "Sure am."

The music was booming, so many crowds of people. The smell of alcohol and potentially what you assumed was drugs. Pleasant. "Oh this ones going to be a good one I can feel it." Ellie says looking around, scoping everything out. "You're so silly." "Come on let's get a drink." You follow but she knows you don't drink. "I'll be the sober help." She looks at you. "Not even one love?" Her question makes you shake your head as she puts a hand on your shoulder. "Alright, just make sure you're comfortable yeah?" She says before giving you a kiss. You smile at her words, beginning to feel weirdly anxious about the night, and you had no idea why.

People were everywhere it was all quite alot to take in. As you were sitting on Ellies lap you noticed how drunk she was. It was different seeing her like this. "Mmm I want another." She would slur. Making you let out a light giggle. "You're so gone Els-" "your laughs so pretty, makes my heart warm." She suddenly says. You smile more at her. "Well that's very kind of you." After a little you let out a sigh, you felt like you weren't being fun right now, you didn't want to disappoint Ellie but you had so much anxiety currently, and you had no idea on how to stop it. "Can you pretty please get me another drink my beautiful girlfriend." She taps your side, holding up her empty cup. You smile at how precious she was right now. "Sure can." You take it from her going to get off and head over to the drinks. As you're over there you feel someone next to you. "Here with Williams?" It was Kenny. You look at him. "Is that illegal?" He stares at you. "Are you dating her?" You huff. "What even is it to you Kenny?" He shakes his head. "Youre going to get hurt." "Im doing just fine thanks." You turn to leave, back to Ellie. "Here you go." You say a little dryly. "Thank youu." She muddles her words, grabbing it off of you. You sit back down in her lap. "Was he hassling you?" You hear her ask. "Who, Kenny? Nothing I can't handle my love." You reassure her, although you think it was slightly getting to you. She just nods in return.

The night went on, and your chest still had that same feeling, your anxiety was increasing. You wanted to have fun with your girlfriend and friends but you just couldn't seem to relax. It made you more anxious that Ellie wasn't with it. You're starting to think its childhood trauma that's making you feel this way, you didn't know how to just shut this weird feeling off. "You alright mama?" Ellie asks, rubbing your shoulder, still drunk as anything. You just nod and bite your lip, chewing that silky skin off nervously. "I'm just going to go for a pee." You tell her, getting up and heading to wherever the bathroom is. Once you find it you head in, going to the sink to splash water on your face in hopes it'd calm you down just a little bit. "You're fine, Y/n just take a breath and relax. Everything's fine." You say to your reflection. You leave, entering the booming party once again, going over to where Ellie was last seen but she's not there, odd. Making your way around you try to find her, hoping she's alright and she hasn't got into something bad, knowing how some idiots can be with drinks. As you make your way around the room your heart completely sinks to the floor, you stand there unable to move.

All your emotions crashing down on you. Shock being the main one, then anger. You truly couldn't believe any of it, was it some silly nightmare? There Ellie was just stuck to some girl. Kissing her. After that shock wears off you felt your anxiety push your anger into motion, moving your feet over to her. You make a cough noise, seeing her pull back from it turning slightly. She may of been drunk but she knew exactly what had happened. "Fuck-" She says under her breath. "Wait baby no i-" You grab her drink and chuck it in her face. "No." You point at her, the girl silently sneaking off. "Ellie what the actual fuck." She just stares at you. Now you feel your tears now they start to come, and her heart breaks. Tears spill at the sight you just witnessed, she's never seen you cry before. You're always so cheerful. So it truly ruins her. "Y/n no no please-" "After everything we've been through, after what you told me. They were wrong. You cant change for anyone. I should've listened to them." She immediately shakes her head. "Don't say that please- it was an accident fuck- she just-" But you shove the cup into her chest. "Shut up Ellie." And she does but she needed to tell you how sorry she was.

After a second of standing there you couldn't look at her anymore. "Wait-" She pleads as you begin to walk off, getting lost in the crowd of people, it was such a huge room you had no idea where you were even heading. The anxiety approaches again, all you wanted was to get back to the comfort of your own room. Your tears still dripping slightly, fogging your vision. You plop down on a random sofa, feeling a panic attack arise. Which freaks you out as you haven't had one of those in many years. You try to even out your breathing, which you managed to do. But everything was so overwhelming. Someone sits next to you, and great it was none other than Kenny. "Did she do something." You sigh. "Good God Kenny. Please just stop." He scoffs. "So im right, correct? Fucking Williams." You turn your head away, just wanting to get out of this unfamiliar place. He places a hand on your leg, making you stiffen. "I'm sorry she did, you never should deserve something like that." This makes you turn your attention to him. "She always steals the girls I like. And ruins their lives." Your eyes widen. "Wha-" "I could treat you so much better." He says. You were baffled by this. "Kenny what are you even-" When you couldn't think this night could get worse, it does. He goes to try and kiss you but you dodge it immediately, standing to your feet. "Kenny no- im really not interested." He begins to stand too. "That's what she said." You smelt it on his breath. "Kenny you're drunk, I think you need some water-"

He shakes his head getting close to you again, your overwhelming anxiousness comes back again, especially once you see him flush to the floor. Your attention is now on Ellie who punched the living shit out of him. "Ellie what the fu-" "He touched you!" You facepalm. "Good God I have nowhere near enough energy for this shit." The night couldn't get any worse as Kenny stands back up, the two drunk as anything. "You bitch." He goes to swing at her but she moves. "Fight round two then, you fucker." She begins it all. You don't even know what to do anymore. "You're both children." You state, going to try find the exit. You had to get back, this night was all too much. But Ellie notices you leaving, so she goes after you. "Wait no- please let me explain!" She grabs your arm but you yank it. "No Ellie. Don't ever touch or even speak to me again." "They weren't right, you have changed me i swear to you!" You shake your head. "Once a dick. Always a dick. You. Have. Not. Changed." You spat.

[heinouscolette]

Study Muffin

Genderbent!Loud Siblings x Reader

Linka groans from the sight of her paper. Her test was marked with an F. She rests her head on the desk, defeated. “I don't get it, Claudia. Usually, I'm a good student but lately it's been all C's and D's and now an F.”

Claudia grabbed Linka’s test paper and grimaced at it. “Ugh, and a frowny face too. Girl, I cannot.” Claudia’s reply made Linka groan even more, disturbing others around them. “If I don't turn this around, I could fail fifth grade!”

“Linka, you can't! If I go to middle school without you, I could fall in with the wrong social group, and get frosted lips, and start being into bubble nails." Claudia shivered.

Linka just stared at her best friend blankly almost lost hope but she remembered she knew someone who could get her to tutor.

That is… no other than Levi!

“No.” Levi refused while staring blankly at his sister. The two siblings are at home. Linka approached her brother the first thing after she came home from school.

“But, Levi!” Linka whined, Levi is the only one who could help her right now as he is the prodigy intellectually among her brothers. With no way out, she tried to do puppy dog eyes at him to try and persuade her younger brother to give in and help her.

“Cute, but you really thought that would work on me? Sorry, Link. Unfortunately I am completely booked. I got math with Lars on Mondays, geology with Lynn on Tuesdays, finger painting with Leon on Wednesdays, et cetera et cetera." He showed Linka his schedule for the rest of the month which made the girl sigh.

“Oh, since you did the puppy eye thing, I’ll give you an advice. I've heard through the tutoring grapevine that some high school students tutor for extra credit.” With that, Levi turned to walk away from Linka.

“Hey, you said the puppy eye thing didn’t work!”

“Oh, pish-posh.” Levi grinned and left. At a distance, he could be heard yelling at Loni about being tardy with the Pre-Cal tutoring session.

Your phone dinged as someone sent you a message about being interested of booking you as a tutor. Finally, the time has come! You’ve been growing anxious about being a tutor. Although this isn’t the first time teaching another student, it’s still nerve-wracking since it’s a stranger this time.

It really wasn’t your idea to offer tutoring sessions but your friend suggested that it might be a good idea to build an image for college applications in the future.

You opened the message and found that you would be tutoring a fifth grader since she’s bound to flunk if she continues to fail the remedial. Your body relaxed a little knowing the lessons would be a bit easier to teach and nothing could go wrong.

You ringed the door bell to what you assumed the Loud Residence as this was the address the tutee gave you. Within a minute, a young girl with striking white hair opened the door for you and gave you a welcoming smile. “Hello, is this the Loud Residence?” you gave her your professional smile you practiced prior.

Her eyes glimmered and gave you an affirming nod. “Yep! You must be my tutor. I am Linka.”

After introducing yourself, she led you to their dining table and set up her textbooks. “I really appreciate this, (Y/n). I have a big multi-subject test coming up, and I need to ace it.”

You smiled at her, “I’m sure you’ll be able to ace it, but after thorough assessments from our sessions of course. So, I’ll do my best to help you.”

“And I thought that angels only exist in heaven.” Linka dramatically says while clenching her fist on top of her chest. You only laughed at her.

“So, I'm like, if you literally don't know the difference between rugby and football— Oh, Linka brought a new girl friend around.” A male voice spoke which caught both of your attention. His tone was a bit playful.

“Loki, get out! Can’t you see we’re studying here?” Linka hissed but the boy never faltered. “Oh really? This is our kitchen, Link. I can do whatever I want.” You turned to look at him as you can feel his presence between you and Linka. He ruffled Linka’s hair, satisfied at annoying his sister.

Must be a family of blondes. Loki has a common blonde hair compared to Linka. He also has a light stubble that complimented that growing smirk of his. He suddenly turned his head and made eye contact with you. “Don’t ogle too much, it’ll be harder to concentrate.” He grinned at you, but instead of being flustered, his comment only irked you.

“Wipe that smirk off your face before I do it for you.” You undoubtedly replied not thinking it through. You only came to your senses when it suddenly became quiet and Loki looked at you dumbfounded. Your cheeks became flushed and felt embarrassed. What were you doing in your first day of tutoring?!

You hanged your head low, mentally facepalming yourself. You’re sure Loki caught on about your reply. “Yeah, right! Give him an uppercut!” Linka instigated.

Yeah… an uppercut…

While looking down, you saw that Loki dropped his phone and handed it to him. “Loki, you dropped your phone.” However, when you looked up, you’re sure that his cheeks were tinted pink or maybe your eyes were just playing with you.

His silence broke Linka from her uppercut suggestions. “Loki, are you okay?”

Loki rubs the nape of his neck and trying to build “I uh… I am… I’m fi—“

“I heard a goose! I call dibs!" A young blonde came into view holding a net, however upon seeing you, he was a bit confused. “What’s a pretty stranger doing in this house?!”

“A what?” Another boy came into the kitchen. He’s wearing a clay mask and has cucumber slices in his eyes. He removes the slices and made eye contact with you. “AAH! MY FACE!”

Yep, a family of blondes. Your claim was disproven immediately when the rest of the siblings came into the kitchen probably curious about the commotion.

Ah… there are lots of them.

All of them started talking at the same time. Unfortunately, you can’t comprehend any of this as their voices became inaudible. You just stared at them amused of how this family caters a lot of siblings.

The one who cleansed his on-going skincare came back and greeted you. “Hey, guys. Oh, Linka, I didn't know you were entertaining. Hi. I'm Loni.” Is this guy for real? He acted as if he wasn't here minutes ago. You can’t help but let out a laugh about his silliness which caught the siblings’ attention.

You became self-conscious when they all stared at you. Their stares made you a bit shy. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m Linka’s tutor, (Y/n). It’s nice to meet you all.” You nervously laugh.

“Ugh, could all of you please get out? We’re trying to study!” Linka snapped at them but the sibling with a crown pushed a chair between Linka and I, and sat, "It's a free country, Linka. We can go where we want to."

"I'm standing here!" The boy with the net stood next to you while smiling ear to ear. You're now trapped between these cuties. They resemble each other, must be twins.

"The heck you are!" The princely twin retorted, but before any punches were thrown you immediately disputed it. "Boys, I know you're interested in joining Linka and I, but she can't concentrate if eyes are observing her." You grabbed something from your purse

"And mouths yapping" Linka raised an eyebrow at his brothers.

"Yes- wait-, what I mean is she can't focus if there are distractions." You grabbed something from your purse. "Here, I'll give these to you since I'm hoping you'll behave accordingly." You handed each twin a lollipop and gave them a wink.

Their smiles grew wide and immediately shoved it in their mouths. "Roger that!" They saluted and walked away with puffed chests. You turned to the remaining brothers. "We'll just occupy the space for a couple of hours, if you don't mind."

"No problem, Love." A brunette with a faux hawk leaned his arm on your chair gave you a boyish smile. "You can be here anytime of the day. You can even join me on my rock sessions upstair-- Ow! Lane!" On instinct, you leaned your head away when a brunette with braces karate chopped his head. "No, you're not, you just want both of your strings to get attached. Haha! Get it? Strings!"

"Come on, (Y/n)! Let's go somewhere a little less crowded." Linka dragged you away from her swarming brothers. She's clearly annoyed with her brows furrowed.

She led the both of you to the living room and settled on the couch. When she was opening the textbooks, voices were heard outside the house. "The one who catches Geo wins!" The younger brothers were playing in competition with each other, and Linka could see that they were showing off to impress her tutor.

"What are they doing?! They're literally disturbing you. I'm sorry, (Y/n)." Loki sat next to you on the couch and started typing on his phone. His presence made you a bit shy, being this close made you notice his arms' lean muscles, and his full eyebrows. You instantly looked away as he might caught on that you were staring. "Ooh, Linka, you have so many books. What's the story about?" You were caught off guard by a voice coming from behind you. When you turned your head, you saw Loni peeking his head behind the couch. He emits a clean and sweet scent, and he also looks neat.

"I think it'll be better if we went to my room instead." Linka gathered her books and gave the stink eye to her older brothers while escorting you to her room. They only responded with a smirk. Living with ten brothers her whole life, Linka knew what her brothers' antics are all about. They can't even hide that their expressions are living subtitles of their intensions.

After entering upstairs, you saw a brother with an eyeglass interrupting Linka for dragging you to her room, “I need to borrow (Y/n) for a second. I'm tutoring Lexx.” She only gave him a questioning look. You look your tutee with worry, but maybe it wouldn’t hurt to help a little.

“Okay, but I can’t stay for more than 5 minutes. I’ll just explain an specific topic they’re having a hard time with.” Levi stared at you with a creepy smile and made a creepy giggle to go along with it.

“This is called a gluteus maximus, otherwise known as the butt.” Levi pointed his pointing stick at the side of your ass cheek. "Wait, what?!" You jerked away from Levi face flushed from embarrassment. You held your hands up to the level of your bust and backed away. "I'm so sorry, I know it's educational but I think I'm not the the best model-- Oof!" Your back bumped into someone's torso. Before you could apologize you were interrupted, "Don't worry about it, (Y/n). These boys are just getting cheeky." Lane came in and pinched both Levi and Lexx's ears which earned a yelp from each sibling. "Wait, I just made a pun! Get it? Cheeky?" Lane laughed to himself.

"All right, all right, CLASS DISMISSED!" Linka grabs your arm and dragged you away from the scene.

"I'm sorry about that, (Y/n)." Linka opened her door and got scared when a goth kid started talking "I wrote a poem about you. (Y/n). Pretty face. Mysterious eyes. Pretty cool for a living girl. (Y/n)."

"Everybody out!" Lexx screamed at Linka's door. "It's time for The Knight, The Princess and The Dragon. You're the Princess, (Y/n). You don't have to do anything your beauty is enough." Lexx giggled. "Lexx, what did we agree on earlier?" You raised a questioning eyebrow at him. "Oopsies." Lexx nervously laughed and bowed before leaving Linka's room.

"Finally, we can get down to business." Linka rejoiced and set her books on bed. "I'm so sorry about my brothers, (Y/n)."

"I'm sorry too, Linka. I should've been more stern with your brothers because tutoring you is my priority." You apologized too. "It's okay, you just met us. I'm sure you just wanted to help." Linka is so cute and can't help but hug her at being understanding. You girls laughed and continued studying.

Hours later, Linka completed the assessments you provided for her. Surprisingly, she got good marks. "Linka, you're spot-on in all of your lessons. Even surrealist art." Linka looked at her assessment scores in confusion, "It's weird. I thought I needed so much help."

"May I ask what happened the day you failed your test?"

"Well, Mr. DiMartino became the substitute for the day--" "Wait Mr. DiMartino? The hunk teacher in elementary?" You laughed at Linka but she only gave you a questioning look. "Girl, no wonder why you're getting distracted and failing your test. Mr. DiMartino is so hot that girls ogle at him and lost their focus."

"Oh my god, you are so right." Linka must've went through a flashback while you're yapping about Mr. DiMartino "I almost failed too because of him. A piece of advice, try not to look too much and you won't worry about failing fifth grade." You winked at Linka and patted her back.

You arranged your things and Linka escorted you downstairs. "It's all in your head, Link. There's no reason you shouldn't be getting top marks on your exam. Well, I guess you won't be needing me anymore." You gave her a hug.

You could hear the whining from the younger brothers about you leaving while the older ones frowned. "Thanks for having me guys!"

Linka tapped your arm just before you left the door. "Can we still hang out after this?" She looked at you with that puppy dog eyes. you only grinned aat her, "You really thought that's gonna work on me? I am a professionally at that, but since you tried, we can 'literally' hang out." You peeked behind Linka and see the guys smile a little.

I guess these dudes needed a playmate.

[iliketangerines]

Good day Tangerine, I hope you're doing well. Sorry if I have many requests for you, I hope it isn't too much of a bother. But I really love your writing and I was hoping you'd be fine with writing fluff?

With a reader who's struggling with her classes to the point that she's going to flunk because that subject is weighing her grades down. Still, she hides this and tries to study harder with her own but can't understand it. When Bi-Han catches her staying up late one night, crying, he offers to teach her.

At first, he's like your typical strict Asian mother who would snap when you don't understand, but when you begin to tear up, he realizes that being rough won't help you and tries to teach you softly. Turns out all you need is practice and patience.

just need some patience

a/n: i'm imagining like a teenager bi han who's still training to be grandmaster rn

pairing: bi han x gn!reader

warnings: none :)

Bi Han usually isn’t up at this hour, late at night and wandering the compound

for some odd reason, he can’t fall asleep and had tried to stay as still as possible to try and trick his body into going to sleep

but it hadn’t worked and so now he was heading to the training rooms to try and work out some of the energy when he passes by the library

no one else should be awake at this hour, and yet the light was on

Bi Han stalls for a moment, wondering if he should go in and see who’s there or just worry about himself

his curiosity wins out, and he finds you at a desk, back bent and feverishly scribbling something onto a scroll

you’re in one of his classes with one of the masters, usually sitting in the front and furiously taking notes as they go over the lesson for the day

he walks over to you silent, and you don’t even notice, too absorbed with what you’re trying to learn, and he recognizes it as the homework one of the masters at the Lin Kuei had assigned today

you write feverishly and have no idea he stands right in front of you until Bi Han squints at something you wrote and says that you got it wrong

the chair nearly tips over with how you jump out of your seat, but you place a hand over your chest and let out a wheeze as you say that he had scared you

he scoffs at you ready to give you a quick retort, but then you press him further about what you got wrong, nearly jumping out of your seat and over the table

Bi Han raises an eyebrow at you, wasn’t it obvious?

pointing at where you made the error, he explains that you should’ve done this instead and takes the pencil from your hand and writes it down

your eyes narrow in confusion, and in a meek voice, you ask him to explain why what you had done was wrong

this was stupid, and he didn’t really want to be here right now

stepping back toward the exit of the library, Bi Han tells you it’s self-explanatory and goes to blow off some steam in the gym, but then you grip onto his arm tightly

he has to fight all instincts to flip you onto your back and crush your bones, but you fall to your knees with a loud thump as you continue holding his hand and start to beg for him to teach you

you’re failing this class, and at this rate, you’re pretty sure that master at the Lin Kuei hates you because of how close you are to flunking

you need to pass this class to continue on with your training at the Lin Kuei, so could you please please please teach you

your eyes are wet and sad, and Bi Han feels like he’s looking at a kicked cat that was sitting in the rain all day as your lower lip starts to tremble as you try not to cry

letting out a frustrated breath, Bi Han rolls his eyes and agrees, and you start to thank him profusely

he just picks you up the scruff of your neck and drags you over back to your seat and sits down in the chair and starts to explain to you what you were doing wrong

you’re slow, so much slower than him, and he doesn’t understand why you just don’t get it

his voice grows shorter, snappier, as you get the following problems wrong over and over again, and his patience snaps, hissing at you and asking why you can’t figure this out like everyone else

you flinch backwards, and your voice wobbles as you try to explain that it just didn’t make sense, that you just can’t figure it out

Bi Han sees how tears start to well up in the corner of your eyes, and he realizes how he’s completely distracted you from learning

he takes a deep breath, collecting his mind for a few moments, and mutters out a quick apology to you before going back to the problems

maybe explaining the problem and method in a different way would help you better, and so he formulates a plan, tapping the pencil against the table as he thinks

he writes a few practice problems for you off the top of his head and hopes they make sense, and he walks through them with you

your wipe your tears away and go through them slowly and thoroughly, learning each step and going through the problems quicker and more confident with every solved question

a few hours later, you had finished the homework with flying colors, and Bi Han felt a sense of pride well up in his stomach

was this what it felt like to lead others? perhaps training to become grandmaster wasn’t so bad after all

the sun barely peeks over the horizon,and Bi Han realizes that the both of you have stayed up all night in the library

but you give him a big grin, and you wrap your arms around him tightly, hugging him before scurrying off with your schoolwork back to your quarters to wash up and squeeze in a quick nap

he sits in the library in silence, trying to process the action, and his cheeks heat up as he thinks of how your chest pressed against his

shaking away the thought, Bi Han goes off to his quarters to freshen up and get ready for the day, but he goes through the rest of the day with a smile on his face, thinking of how you had smiled at him

perhaps he would have to continue your late-night tutoring sessions

[scariusaquarius]

extra credit.

Professor! Leon Kennedy x Student! Fem! Reader

Synopsis: College is hard, especially when your professor seems to have it out for you. You're failing the class, but Professor Kennedy knows exactly what you can do to get your grade back up. Are you up for the assignment?

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A/n: it's the boy. The one and only. It's been a hotttt minute since I've written for Leon and this randomly hit me so im running with it. Kinktober day 3 bitches. YEET.

Kinktober Day 3: Facefucking/Oral Sex

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Warning: Dubcon, Coercion, Manipulation, Facefucking, Cumplay, Dacryphilia, Deepthroating, Leon is MEAN and FUCKED UP, he also takes a picture of you <3

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Author: ScariusAquarius

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His eyes were on you like a hawk, watching every single move you made with pristine precision. Every breath you took, every subtle shake of your limbs, and every glance his way was noticed by his watchful eyes, making the man become amused and intrigued as you sat in front of him.

The cute skirt you were wearing--a simple little plaid plaited piece that barely left anything to the imagination--was bunched slightly in your hands as you sat in front of him, your head down as you kept quiet-obedient.

Just how he liked them.

Leon was leaning against his desk, arms crossed and so painfully hard that his hands were gripping his skin, trying so hard to keep his resolve as he stared down at you; his pretty little student.

"You failed my test again."

You winced slightly, and you responded softly.

"I'm sorry, Professor Kennedy. I studied extra hard, but I don't understand how I could have....all my formulas were right. I guess the material was difficult to understand."

His blue eyes narrowed, and Leon muttered, his voice stern and almost threatening.

"I didn't say you could speak."

Your shoulders hunched-were you scared?-and Leon stood. You weren't even looking at him, just staring down at your skirt as if you were ashamed.

As you should be. He only wanted the best in his class.

"This is the third test you flunked out on, you know."

He was standing in front of you, taking in the sweet scent of your shampoo and dear god, it was taking everything for Leon not to bend you over his desk and rip that cute little skirt of yours right off and fuck his cock deep into your pussy.

Leon clicked his tongue, shaking his head before he knelt down, glancing between those pretty legs to peek at your panties-lacy (f/c)-and he looked back at you. Your eyes met his blues, and he stated.

"I'm the professor here, not you, and I want you to understand that while your formulas were right, the answers were still wrong. You keep flunking, and you're going to fail. However..."

His voice trailed off, and you jolted at the feeling of his hands touching your knees so softly that it had your eyes widening as you looked at him.

He was smirking. Smug, arrogant, and enjoying this power imbalance. He knew what he was doing.

"...if you want to get your grade back up, I know of a few extra credit assignments you can do."

You swallowed, and Leon could see your throat move and he immediately envisioned his cum flowing down your throat, teary eyes looking up at him, and Leon stood, withholding a grin as he lied straight through his teeth like the perfect actor he was.

"You don't want to fail, do you? You're not doing so great in your other classes, and I've gotten wind from a few of the other professors that the Dean is already thinking about possibly revoking your scholarship...you won't be able to come back next year if you go on like this."

Your eyes widened, and tears filled your eyes, and you begged, leaning forward and clutching your skirt so tight that your fists were shaking.

"Please, Professor, I'll do anything! I can't fail! I can't get kicked out! My whole life depends on this!"

Leon hummed, stating.

"You're right, it does. It's not my fault you can't seem to focus in class. I'm willing to help you, though. In fact, I already have an extra credit assignment in mind. I'll make it worth 20% of your grade since technically, you can still catch up within the next month or so."

You were eager, sitting on the edge of your seat, and Leon smirked as you waited with hopeful eyes-those eyes that still had those pretty tears in them.

"Open your mouth."

You immediately blanked.

"What?"

Leon's hands came down to his belt, and your eyes widened significantly as you watched, the sound of the clasp unlocking ringing throughout the dead-silent classroom and the zipper of his slacks falling to reveal the black boxer briefs he'd worn for the day.

"You heard me. Open your mouth. You don't want me to deduct any more points from you, do you?"

Your eyes widened more, and this time, the tears weren't from hope. His cock came springing out, red and swollen, and your face twisted slightly before your mouth opened. Leon immediately slipped his cock inside unceremoniously, hissing through his teeth with relief from the feeling of your hot mouth wrapped around him, and you whimpered softly from the taste of him.

"Suck."

He practically growled, clutching your head tightly within his hands, and your lips closed around him, your eyes squeezing shut. Leon hummed, slowly thrusting as you sucked on him, and he murmured.

"That's my girl. So eager to please."

That's what he loved about you. You were so eagee to please and do your best; always trying your hardest to good marks-not like all the other women that only took his class for him. You were actually interested in the material, interested in learning, and damn, you were just so cute, how could Leon have ever resisted?

Should he tell you that he was intentionally failing you?

Leon's thrusts got harder and faster, and you slightly gagged as his cock touched the back of your throat. Leon chuckled, stating.

"Such a nice little mouth. I bet you've never had good dick fuck that throat of yours, huh? You're gagging, and I'm not even trying."

Your cheeks were wet, cute little noises passing your lips as you clutched at his slacks, and Leon began to thrust harder, watching the way your eyes widened and you seemed to internally panic.

"Easy now, sweetheart."

His tone was condescending; amused, and Leon could see help but moan slightly as you whined, garbled and pathetic from around his thrusting dick. Leon went deeper, forcing you down until your face was pressed against him and your throat convulsed, and he pulled you back so you could cough and breathe.

"Such a pretty girl for me, choking on my cock like that."

He slipped back in, and he began to fuck your face, thrusting hard as Leon kept a firm hold of your head. Your eyes were wide, nose wet and eyes puffy from the tears as you sniveled, and Leon moaned again, head falling back.

Over and over, Leon's cock touched the back of your throat, and over and over, Leon would force you the deepthroat, feeling the way you would gag and choke on him so good that his cock was starting to throb.

His balls were starting to tighten, and Leon hissed through his teeth.

"Fuck, such a pretty fucking girl. Such a good mouth for me."

He was gonna cum. Leon slipped out, jerking his cock with his free hand as he stared down at you, and he groaned as he came, shooting his cum all over your panting and crying face. Your eyes squeezed shut as his cum splattered and coated your cheeks, lips, part of your right eye, and Leon licked his lips.

This wasn't a sight he didnt want to forget.

So, Leon slipped his phone out, opened the camera, and snapped a photo before panting softly. Tucking his phone away and fixing himself up, Leon hummed.

"I'll fix your grade. I think you earned it....but I think you're going to want to stay after classes for some extra lessons, yeah?"

You nodded softly, and Leon smirked before stating with an arrogant look within those pretty blue eyes.

"You got something on your face, by the way."

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[pseudophan]

wait i'm new here and i'm curious, if you're okay talking about it what happened before in the uk / why did you move back?

longass story but i've complained about this whole ordeal so much on here i think if i do the whole thing again people will get mad at me like omg we get it. anyway here it is again:

i moved to england (milton keynes specifically which all brits find very funny) with my mum in 2016 to go to high school because norway requires you to do six thousand subjects even if you "specialise" in something and i just did not have that in me. every subject combined with an instant fail if you miss more than like three lessons? absolutely the fuck not. in mk i did a level 3 creative media btec which is known as a bit of a joke because it won't make you kill yourself as much as a-levels, but lowkey i enjoyed it SO much. i've heard media btecs are very hit or miss depending on your tutors but mine were really good! half my class was only there because they flunked out of their a-levels and wanted something easy, but by like week two i'd say most of them were really into it

after college i started a film and tv production course at uni in london, none of the fancy unis because rip my grades lmao but it was a good time. year one went alright, but then when i applied for a loan for the second year months went by and i didn't hear anything until literally DECEMBER, halfway through the year, when they got back to me and were like oh sorry you don't qualify for the loan. oh and we're also taking back the money you got for the first year, so now you're in immediate debt to us for that and to the uni directly for the months you just did where we just couldn't be bothered to tell you you didn't qualify for any funding. hope this helps!

basically because i'd already lived in the uk for a couple of years before university i could apply as an english student rather than an international one, which is much cheaper so that was great. i also, IN THEORY, qualified for a loan through the student loans company, which is, IN THEORY, much easier and less annoying than the norwegian one because you don't start paying it back right away, you can wait until you're actually making x amount of money. all good. the problem was that the only reason we could afford to just fuck off and move to england in the first place was that my mum got to keep her norwegian job and work from home, meaning we weren't sure if i DID actually qualify for the loan because the way she was paying taxes was like kind of confusing. i still don't know exactly how it works, but i guess you pay it all to one country and then they split it? cause you're effectively paying taxes to both norway and the uk but you're not supposed to have to pay More so idk. who knows. not me. but yeah so we called them Multiple times to ask if i was in fact eligible for a loan and every time they were like yeah it's no problem. my bad for not getting it in writing by the way, always do that. then like i said they fully accepted my loan for the first year after looking through all our documents so clearly it WAS in fact fine, or at least enough people working there believed it was.

i have no idea what actually happened with the second year application, or which one got evaluated wrong. might have been the first one, might be the second, i'll probably never know. the real kicker though is that if they just got back to me earlier i could have gotten a norwegian loan and it would probably be fine, but because they were months late i only had like two weeks until the application deadline for the norwegian one and because the whole situation was so complicated and confusing, and i was struggling really hard with any paperwork or essays because of my super cool then-still-undiagnosed adhd, i just didn't have it in me to fight it. i was like whatever, guess i have to just drop out. didn't actually have to drop out, they suspended me for unpaid fees. i kept going until they turned off my key card though and banned me from campus lol, my tutors were just like eh keep showing up until it doesn't work anymore, it's not like they can suspend you out any more 😭

fuck knows what my plan was after dropping out. in my head i was like, well i can probably get a shitty job for a bit and yeah it probably won't go very well but it's not like i've tried, who knows! and then uhhhh covid happened LMFAO, so nevermind that shit! turns out getting a job in covid lockdown london is Difficult. my mum moved back in the middle of covid and a few months later i had to follow and now half a decade later here we are </3

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if i tell my sister something our mother told me in confidence?

I "Maeve" (15F) and my sister, "Rain" (17F) live in a very scholastic household. Recently, she's been applying for scholarships, internships, etc., because her GPA is trashed - she's extremely smart and capable, she's just also extremely rebellious towards our parents and LAZY. She expects we're both getting full rides to a college of our choice, because that's what our parents told both of us previously.

Recently, however, my mother told me in confidence that she might just send Rain to a lower-level, less moneyed school so my parents could afford to send me to an Ivy-League one of my choice. She said my sister probably couldn't (wouldn't) get into a higher-level college, and if she did, would probably flunk out first or second semester due to lack of effort or caring. She thought I'd be more capable, and she didn't want to waste a lot money flunking Rain out of an expensive school since her major is one that would mean the same whether or not she got it at a high-end school.

The degree I'm doing requires a good school. My mother worries that this will cause an unfair dynamic between Rain and I, who, for the most part, get along well. And, along with child favoritism and resentment towards my parents, she thinks it would hurt my sister badly enough that she wouldn't even want to go through with college (even though it REALLY doesn't matter where she gets her first major). I think she should know, just to avoid extreme conflict once she starts applying for colleges over the summer.

Should I just leave it? My parents don't seem too inclined to tell her anytime soon, but I don't want to leave her in the dark. And, if it comes from me, she might not see it as a child favoritism act from our parents, which I'm sure she WOULD if it was them who told her. On the other hand, I don't want to break my mother's trust by telling her even if it would soften the blow and avoid multiple familial issues. Rain is, I'm sorry, a drama queen, and will do her very best to make it a THING if it's presented the wrong way.

So, what do you think?

This is just so I'll recognize the post:

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What are these acronyms?

[total-feminism-takes]

No total drama fandom, Gwen wasn't wrong for breaking up with Trent during season 2. Trent had basically became somehow obsessed with her over night and she was well within her right to be creeped out, anyone in her situation would feel awkward. No wonder when he became obsessed with the number nine she believed it was because the letters of both their names added up to nine, thos man was obsessed with her to the point he was naming Sandcastles after her and getting jealous when she started becoming friends with another boy that shared a couple interests with her, while she could have asked her assumption was valid (not that I believe Trents story behind why nine is his "lucky number" but yk.) He kept flunking the challenges for her despite her telling him that he should stop and that she didn't want it. While telling his team to vote him off could come off as a bit harsh, it's not like they weren't gonna do that anyways after Justin overhead their breakup where Gwen mentioned the flunking challenges. And then the narrative tries to pin all the blame and guilt into Gwen, completely backtracking in the aftermaths afterwards. Also also, you cannot convince me Bridgette would side with Trent, she would have been defending Gwen against the slander all the way, but to be fair I don't know who they replaced Bridgette with in season 2 but it ain't her so I shouldn't be surprised she didn't back Gwen up. Anyways, Gwen wasn't an asshole in that situation even if she was harsh in some aspects and I'm tired of people blaming her for breaking up with her obsessed boyfriend.

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[pearlypairings]

Hi, hello, me again. I'm here with another sentence prompt thing 🤭 (I'm going through a Buffy noncanon/rarepair hyperfixation, and I've decided to rope you into it 🫣)

I would like this one to be Buffy x Willow, but any extra characters you think to put in the scene will always be fine with me.

"I'm like 20% sure this plan will work. The other 80% is thinking we could die horribly and painfully, but honestly, it's a really solid plan."

hi friend! don't worry I'm a big proponent of rarepairs/ noncanon ships lol just look at my stranger things masterlist....ton of those on there hahaha. I'm figuring this would take place earlier in the show rather than later:)

“I’m like 20% sure this plan will work,” she said. “The other 80% is thinking we could die horribly and painfully, but honestly? It’s a really solid plan.”

Willow closed the book with a soft thump and looked up. Her eyes were bright and shifty—the way they always were before their gang did something brave or very, very stupid.

Buffy stopped pacing.

“Twenty percent doesn’t sound super comforting,” she said, arching an eyebrow.

Willow gave a helpless shrug and the tiniest smile. “It’s... magically optimistic? There are variables. Cosmic ones.”

“I mean, I know I almost flunked probability in high school, but I’m not a fan of these odds,” Xander said, holding two crossbows like a very worried boy scout. “I mean, if I told you a parachute had a one-in-five chance of not turning you into people-jam, would you still jump out of the plane?”

Willow tilted her head, amused. “Are we jumping out of a plane?”

Buffy stepped closer, chewing her lip in thought. “It kind of feels like it.”

She leaned against the edge of the table, the closeness pulling them into each other’s orbit. Willow looked down for a second, fingers brushing the edge of the grimoire in her lap.

Willow explained the spell to both of them, in graphic detail to prepare them for all the itsy bitsy creepy things that could happen while the magic portal was in use. Buffy listened intently and made note of what weapons they needed to have on hand just in case. By the end, Xander’s expression sunk into a mix of exhaustion and horror, and he paced to the backroom in order to work off some of the nervous energy.

Buffy studied Willow. Not the spell open in front of them, not the plan—her. The way Willow’s shoulders curled in around her discoveries almost protective over the plan, the way she was always the one putting herself on the line now, fierce magic crackling behind her soft eyes like the heartbeat of a rumbling storm.

“And you’re okay doing this?” Buffy asked.

Willow nodded slowly, pinching her lips together. “I want to. For you. For all of us.”

Buffy shifted until she was just a breath away. Willow’s eyes flicked up, catching hers, and a pressure Buffy didn’t have a name for, but had been feeling more and more these days, built up in her chest.

“Will,” Buffy said quietly, “you’re kind of the only reason I haven’t completely lost it lately.”

Willow’s breath hitched, just slightly, and her gaze drifted down from her eyes, lowering until it found what she needed. “Buffy...”

“And I know we try not to take these life or death, apocalypse situations too seriously, but... if this goes wrong, if we go up against this evil and don’t come back, I need you to know something.”

“What is it?”

Buffy swallowed. “That you matter. That you’ve always mattered. More than I ever allowed myself to admit.”

“I think I’ve been waiting for you to say that.” A pink hue brushed her cheek in the prettiest bloom, her smile small, but content.

Buffy reached out, brushing a strand of hair from Willow’s face. Her fingers lingered near her cheek, not quite touching—then finally colliding with the silky smooth round of it.

It was barely a whisper of contact. Soft. Careful.

Willow’s voice wavered. “Is this—”

Buffy leaned in, and for once, didn’t hesitate.

Their lips met—gently at first, then fuller, deeper, like a breath they’d both been holding for too long. It was warm and steady. Like a river of trust and deep knowing. Like home.

When they finally pulled apart, Buffy’s forehead rested lightly against Willow’s.

“Well,” Willow said, voice shaky with something more than nerves, “guess we should definitely not die now.”

Buffy smiled. “That’s the plan. Are the odds any better now?”

Xander cleared his throat loudly from across the room. “I, uh, didn’t see anything. Definitely didn’t see that. Just gonna be... over here with the arrows and stakes. Forever.”

The blushing girls both laughed, genuine and breathless, but waved Xander over. If this was gonna work, they all had to commit to the plan together.

Xander wrapped his arms around the two girls’ shoulders, nervously squeezing the top of Buffy’s arm. Feelings for Willow aside, Xander was just as important to her as a true friend, someone who’d thrown himself into danger without any powers at all, time and time again. She looked at them with genuine concern and a zing of regret that the people closest to her always ended up in danger.

“Whatever happens, we’ll end up back here. Odds, shmodds.”

Willow and Xander nodded, and the group moved to grab their things and kick some major demon ass.

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[crackedpumpkin]

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a/n: Hey guys, it's CrackedPumpkinSZN here. I'm sad to announce that this fic is gonna be discontinued. I know some of you were really excited for an update, but I'm no longer connected to this fic the way I used to, and I don't want to post subpar quality that'll let both you and I down :(

I'll be updating the chapters with the stuff I've written for future chapters and all, as a sort of prelude to what I had planned originally for this. I'm really sorry again, but I hope you had a great time reading this shit show lmao, it's one of my favourite crack fics I've ever written.

Thanks for sticking with me for this leap of faith :) I'll be posting the drafts I had too, including the Prom ones! I hope you have fun with them :)

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“How can I solve for x if I don’t even know y?”

Miles underlines the equation once more, disbelief in his eyes as he utters, “You just solved for y.”

“Oh. No, you’re right. I did!” You scribble your final answer at the bottom triumphantly, only for your heart to sink at the sharp breath he inhales upon seeing it. “What, what’s wrong?”

“I don’t know how you did it, but you got the wrong answer with all the right equations.” He answers simply, letting you take the notebook from him. You scan the calculations, frowning when you don’t see anything wrong.

Well, maybe seeing nothing wrong is what’s wrong. 

You’re gonna flunk your maths test.

“Welp. That’s it. Looks like you can chalk up a failure next to your lofty list of achievements.” You state, taking a sip of your drink. “I’m unteachable.”

“C’mon, you’re not that bad…” He trails off, glancing back down at the book. “Okay, maybe you could improve a little on your logical process.” He amends. “Let’s take a break.” 

“Sounds good to me,” You shrug, pulling out your drawing pad and resuming the sketch of his eyes. “What’s your school like anyway?” You ask curiously, narrowing your eyes as you try to get the lines just right on this stupid sketch.

“It’s…decent.” Your sceptical glance makes him clear his throat, “It’s a bit more challenging, but I can handle it. What’s your best subject? Maybe we can start on that instead; try a new angle.”

“My best subject?” You hum, tapping your pencil against your drink as you try to remember. “Science, I think. I am incredible at biology. Suffice it to say that the principal does not want me to be near any lamb hearts.”

“That,” He says slowly, “is terrifying.”

“Enh,” you shrug, putting your drawing pad down to actually hold a conversation with him. Who would’ve thought? You and Miles Morales, sitting down in a cafe and studying. It’s a massive jump from blackmailing him to jumping off a building. 

He’d even allowed you to keep sketching him for inspiration, offering to help you out when you’re stuck. He’s truly an angel, agreeing to tutor a hopeless case like you. You grab the notebook he hands you, flipping it open to see detailed notes and a mind map.

“That’s pretty sick.” He seems pleased by your compliment, waving it off. 

“That? Oh, that’s nothing, just a little somethin’ I put together during study break.”

“I can tell. Y’know, the bunch of hot air that just left your mouth? It actually contributes to greenhouse gases.” You point out. He scoffs, taking back his notebook. 

“Nerd.”

The cafe is mostly quiet, with only the two of you and a cafe worker who’s busy using her phone at the counter. Makes sense though, seeing as it’s nearing midnight. Your test is tomorrow, and you've been here since six pm trying to get the concepts into your head.

Key word being trying.

“I don’t know Miles, maybe this was a bad idea after all…” you sigh in defeat, staring up at the ceiling as you slump down in the comfortable chair. 

“Hey, c’mon. Don’t say that,” He chides, leaning forward and handing you your drink. You hold out a limp hand, letting him pull you back up into proper seating posture. “We just gotta figure out how to make you retain all this info, y’know?”

“Look. This?” You hold up the notebook you’d used earlier to write down the answers to the maths questions. “This doesn’t work, dude. I can’t do this. But this ?” You put it down and pick up your sketchbook, flipping through the pages of still-drawn life to self-portraits. “This, I can do.”

An idea seems to hit him as he stares at your notebook silently, pondering on it for a good moment while you await a response. “Hang on.” He fishes through his bag, pulling out a sketchbook of his own and rapidly turning through the pages to an empty one. 

He picks up a pencil and begins to scribble something down. You eye him sceptically, pulling out your phone and beginning to scroll through social media. A video of Spiderman saving yet another civilian appears on your feed, watching it with interest when something catches your eye.

“Morales, can I ask you a question?” He looks up when you call his name, raising a brow in curiosity. Turning the phone screen around, you show him the paused video where he’s running along the side of a building in his full suit, with an unzipped backpack in hand and Jordans on his feet. 

“Do spidey-powers really affect your footwear too? How would that even work?” The question leaves him speechless, and you can practically see the cogs turning in his mind as he struggles to provide an answer. 

“Just Spiderman things, I dunno,” he replies after giving it some thought. 

You raise an eyebrow at his answer. "Just Spiderman things, huh?" you repeat, tapping your phone thoughtfully. "So, you're telling me that web-slinging and wall-running somehow doesn't mess up your sneakers, but your powers can make you run up walls? Seems a little... contradictory, don't you think?"

Miles rubs the back of his neck, clearly not prepared to discuss the intricacies of his web-slinging physics. "Look, it’s not like I control the science behind it," he shrugs, clearly evading the topic. "It just... works, okay?"

You smirk, enjoying his discomfort, but then a more serious thought crosses your mind. You look back at your sketchbook, flipping through the pages absentmindedly. “You know,” you begin, your voice quieter, “I really do need to get this math down, or I’m definitely failing. I mean, the fact that you’re sitting here tutoring me is pretty cool, but I’m not getting it the way I should .”

Miles glances at you, and for a second, he looks almost like he wants to say something reassuring. Then he just gives you a small, encouraging smile. “You’ll get it. Maybe... not today, maybe not tomorrow, but eventually. You’re not stupid. You just think differently.”

You blink, taken aback by his words. It wasn’t something you expected to hear. The way he said it, with that quiet confidence, made you feel like maybe, just maybe, you could do it. You weren’t just a hopeless case.

You let out a sigh, leaning back in your chair, still not fully convinced, but willing to give it another shot. "Alright, alright, I'll give it one more try... but only if you promise not to laugh when I inevitably get it wrong again."

Miles chuckles, shaking his head. "You got it. But I’m serious. You can do it." He holds up his sketchbook, showing you what he’s been scribbling.

On the page are rough doodles, but they’re not just random sketches. They’re visual explanations of the math concepts you’ve been struggling with. Diagrams, symbols, even funny little characters to represent different variables.

“You ever think about drawing out your problems?” Miles asks, a little embarrassed by his own ideas, but clearly invested. “Sometimes it helps to put things on paper the way you think about them. Like, I’m visualizing the math, but through pictures. Could work for you too.”

You blink at the page in front of you, your curiosity piqued. "This... this might actually make sense." You nod slowly, flipping through the doodles. “Alright, so I’m basically turning the math problems into comics?”

“Exactly,” Miles grins. “Turn the problem into a story, and the solution just kinda... follows.”

The idea of translating numbers and equations into something visual starts to settle in your mind. You nod, more determined now than before. "Okay, I’ll try it. If nothing else, at least I get to doodle."

"That's the spirit," he says, leaning back in his chair as you pick up your pencil. "But no matter what, you’re not a failure. You just gotta find your own way to get it."

The enthusiastic smile on your face falters upon glancing at the thick textbook on the table. The sight of it saps all your energy instantly, staring at the taunting words on the cover. Your hand reaches for your drink, only to find it empty. 

“...I’m gonna need a lot more coffee for this.”

— — — — — — 

“Hold on. You got the same answers?” Michael scoffs in disbelief, his sneakers scuffing against the tiled floor of your school hallway.  He’d bounded over to your seat after the bell rang, test papers handed in, cheerily exclaiming how easy it’d been.

The shock sets in when he rattles off the answers he wrote down, only to pause when you chime in, telling him you got the same answers for questions five through ten.

He blinks, poking your arm repeatedly until you give him an annoyed glance. “Are you sure you haven’t been replaced by an alien?” he asks incredulously. “You? Forever in the negatives in Math?”

“Did you cheat or something?” Nicole asks, effortlessly joining your conversation as she slips into step beside you. “I mean…” She raises an eyebrow when you give her a side-eye. “It’s a possibility. I respect it, personally.”

You roll your eyes, coming to a stop. “For your information,” you place your hands on your hips, a smug grin creeping onto your face, “I studied .”

The two of them stare wide-eyed before they exchange a glance, bursting into a fit of giggles. “Very funny, pinto. But for real, how’d you do it?”

“I just told you,” you huff, continuing to walk while feeling mildly insulted. You couldn’t really be mad at their reactions, though. Before Miles had helped you out, every study session with the both of them always ended up the same way: you, leaning back in a chair with an open textbook over your face and praying osmosis would come in handy for once.

The sound of your name being called makes you turn, blinking when Miss Dawson approaches. Michael stands dumbly at your side before Nicole grabs his wrist, tugging him away. 

“Miss Dawson,” you greet, your attention drawn by the paper in her hands. “Is there anything you need? If this is about the melted crayons, I can explain-”

“Not that, dear,” she waves it off before pausing, your words sinking in. However, she dismisses it with a shake of her head, handing you a flyer. You take it, scanning its contents before raising your head.

“You want me to participate in an art competition?”

“Not just any art competition, dear.” She points at a specific line, and your head stutters in your chest when you process it. 

Winners will have the opportunity to display their piece in The Metropolitan Museum of Art. 

Your eyes widen as you reread the line. “ The Met?” you repeat, voice an octave higher than usual.

“Yes, the Met,” Miss Dawson confirms with a warm smile. “It’s an extraordinary opportunity for young artists to showcase their talent. And I believe you have what it takes to stand out.”

You hesitate, the significance of her words pressing down on you. The Met. It’s no small deal. You think about your art, the hours you’ve poured into it, the tentative pride you’ve felt when something turned out just right. But is it really Met material?

“I don’t know,” you start, biting the inside of your cheek. “There are probably a ton of people who are better at this than me.”

Miss Dawson tilts her head, her expression a mix of patience and encouragement. “That may be true, but none of them can create what you create. Art isn’t about comparison, it’s about expression. Your perspective matters.”

Her words tug at something deep inside you, and for a moment, you let yourself imagine it: your work hanging in the grand hall, visitors pausing to admire it, whispering about its depth and emotion (possibly buying it too). You exhale, feeling a flicker of determination ignite.

“Okay,” you say, straightening your posture. “I’ll do it.” You glance at the flyer again, nerves still buzzing under your skin, but your lips curve into a confident smile as you add, “I can do this.”

Miss Dawson’s smile widens. “That’s the spirit. The sign-up sheet is in the art room. Don’t wait too long, though. The deadline is Friday.”

“Got it,” you reply, already moving toward the art room with a shaky grin.

I can do this.

— — — — — — 

“I can’t do this,” you blurt out, collapsing onto the floor next to Miles.

He looks up from his sub mid-chew, one eyebrow raised.

You place the drink you’d grabbed for him next to you, running a hand through your hair. “What was I thinking? The Met? The Met? I’m not ready for this. What if I embarrass myself? What if—”

Miles holds up a hand to silence you, still chewing. He swallows deliberately, then says, “First off, thanks for the drink.” He takes another bite of his sandwich, his nonchalant demeanor both infuriating and grounding.

“Second,” he continues after a pause, “you’ve already decided to do it, right? So why freak out now? Worst case, you don’t win. Big deal. Best case, your art’s in the Met, and I get to brag that I know the artist.”

You groan, leaning back against the wall. “You’re too chill about this.”

“And you’re too hard on yourself,” he counters, gesturing at you with the half-eaten sub. “You’ve got this. Just... don’t psych yourself out before you even start.”

You sigh, staring up at the night sky. The stars above twinkle in that mocking way of theirs, making you frown. “I guess.”

Miles gives you a lopsided grin. “That’s the spirit. Kind of.”

You groan, burying your head in your hands. “I don’t even know what to draw,” you grumble, your voice muffled against your palms. “The theme is self-identity . Like, what does that even mean? Who even am I? Am I even real? And how am I supposed to figure that out on paper?”

Miles chuckles softly, chewing the last bite of his sub. You peek at him through your fingers, your rant far from over.

“I need inspiration,” you declare, throwing your hands into the air. “Maybe I need, like, an endorsement. Yeah, that’s it. An endorsement from Spider-Man himself.” You glance at him dramatically. “You wouldn’t happen to know the guy, would you? Maybe he could swing by, tell me I’m doing great, and give me an idea or two.”

He leans back, arms crossed, watching your theatrics with pure amusement. “You done?” he asks, one eyebrow raised.

“No,” you reply flatly, flopping back against the bench. “But go ahead. Enlighten me, oh wise one.”

Miles shakes his head, his grin softening. He places a hand on your shoulder, the gesture unexpectedly comforting. “Look, I get it. Sometimes, when I’m stuck on stuff, like really stuck, I just go for a swing through Brooklyn. Suit on, city lights, the works. Clears my head every time.”

You blink up at him, your interest piqued. “That… actually makes sense.” A spark of excitement lights up in your eyes, and you grab his shoulders, your voice rising with enthusiasm. “Let me try it! Oh my God, please. Just one swing! Maybe the adrenaline will give me ideas.”

Miles laughs, leaning back slightly to escape your iron grip. “Hold up, hold up. That’s not exactly how it works.”

“Why not?” you demand, undeterred. “You said it helps you. It could totally help me too!”

“I don’t think you realize what you’re asking,” he says, smirking. “Swinging around the city is not as easy as it looks.”

“I’ll figure it out,” you say confidently, already buzzing with anticipation. “Come on, Miles. Please?” You clasp your hands together in mock prayer. “Just think of it as helping an artist in need.”

He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m gonna regret this, aren’t I?”

“Only if you say no,” you shoot back with a grin. “But surely you wouldn’t leave a civilian artist hanging, would you?”

Miles shakes his head, muttering something under his breath before standing up. “Alright, but if you puke or break something, that’s on you. Deal?”

“Deal!” you chirp, practically jumping to your feet. “This is gonna be amazing.”

He gives you a wary look, though there’s a small smile tugging at his lips. “We’ll see about that.”

— — — — — 

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[the-way-astray]

(Also sent to Lisa)

This one is called:

Crossover

(Keefe pov)

Keefe sat down down in his desk. He sat between two girls who seemed to hate each other. Lucky for him, he got to be between the evil glares.

The teacher started to drone on about chemistry. He didn't give a crap, so he decided to lay down on his desk. He was hidden from the teacher's sight by the person in front of him.

After a few minutes with his eyes closed, he heard the two girls whispering.

"I can't believe you really think you have a shot with him," the girl on his left, Lisa, said.

Stria, the other girl, snorted. "And who does he always go to for the homework? Me."

Keefe peeked his eyes open. His hood covered most of his face, but gave him a clear enough view of his surroundings.

Lisa rolled her eyes. "Ooh, you're so special. You do realize that's because you get most of the awnsers right?"

The other girl huffed her reproach. "Wow."

"Further more," she continued. "I get paired with him by the teacher more than you do."

"And you think that means he likes you."

Keefe had to stop his snicker. They were really fighting over him. He wasn't necessarily interested in either of them- don't get it wrong, he was flattered -but he found it quite amusing.

He would've liked to keep eavesdropping if his teacher hadn't noticed him.

"Sencen!" She shouted. "I've told you not to sleep in class."

He picked his head up and pretend like he was just awaking so the girls didn't know he heard their conversation.

"That's detention, sir." The teacher added. "And put that hood down." He rolled his eyes, but obeyed.

At the end of class, he started to walk out the door. Both girls were passing by him. He noticed that they were both staring at him. He gave them a wink. They hurried away, seemingly arguing about who it was meant for.

alayda! you forgot to finish the fic. tsk, tsk, tsk. it's okay, i'll do it for you.

stria pov

the second stria and lisa were out of earshot of keefe, lisa grinned and stopped the video she'd been recording. katie had wanted full audio and video. stria internally sighed. then she externally sighed. the weirdo that katie was. the weirdo that she was, to have been willing to go along with this moronic plan. and she didn't even fully remember what katie had been planning on doing with the footage anyway . . .

lisa must've noticed her annoyance, because she reminded stria, "hey, remember: katie wanted to know what keefe would do if he thought two random girls were fighting over him? we owe her this."

"i owe her nothing," stria grumbled back. "and if katie wants this shit so bad, she can come be the second girl herself. i can't keep this shit up for the entire semester."

"do you think he realizes you've been doing all his homework incorrectly this entire time?" lisa wondered.

"nah, he's too stupid for that." stria drawled. his stupidity really was a wonder sometimes. for one of his chemistry problems, she'd put "water has eight lone pairs" as an answer, and keefe had turned the worksheet in without a second thought. she'd known because she'd walked by his desk right as the teacher had handed it back. it was full of red markings, and she'd seen an "eight lone pairs????????????????" circled in bright red, complete with sixteen question marks (stria was starting to like this teacher). the top of his worksheet had said 37%. and he could've at least had the intellect to stop coming to her for homework help after it was clear she was intentionally sabotaging him. but clearly he lacked the brainpower for even that. katie had clapped and jumped up and down an excruciating amount when stria had dryly reported the news; it had seemed like she was trying to achieve flight as she added the new data to her detective-style keefe wall.

"when do you think he's going to realize that i'm not even actually in that class, and that i'm actually just a ta that's paired with him on projects so he doesn't flunk out of class?" lisa continued.

stria shrugged. "katie's estimate based on her very thorough analysis of the data we gathered was a rough thirty-two days. but she said there was room for error." she couldn't even begin to remember what the hell katie had done for her that had merited a favor like this.

"anyway," lisa said, pulling up the footage. stria was in awe at lisa's videography skills. before keefe had winked at them as they exited class, lisa had managed to hold the phone up to capture it, like she'd known it was coming. she'd camouflaged this with a shy wave and a flirty giggle. naturally, keefe, stupid as he was, hadn't seen the phone in her hand, which had been visibly recording his idiotic expression. and in class: she'd managed to record the slight snicker keefe had foolishly let slip. stria wondered how keefe could have fooled himself into thinking they didn't know he wasn't asleep. clearly katie knew what she was doing in hiring lisa, though; the footage's video was pretty clear.

as she stared at his annoying smirk now, she could see how extra stupid he looked while doing it. his eyes seemed a bit too desperate, his smirk a tad too large. the wink was the rotten, moldy cherry on top. all of it felt very try-hard. it made him all the more cringy.

stria sighed. "i can't take this anymore. i'm dropping out. katie can get someone else."

lisa shook her head. "you say that every time. and you can't! we have established identities as keefe lovergirls."

stria considered banging her head into the wall, but decided it wasn't worth a trip to the school counselor. "keefe's stupid enough to buy a sudden swap, if the previously gathered data has shown us anything. and i genuinely do consider that every time i say it. there probably isn't a single person in this school that actually likes him. i bet they're all doing data collection for their own katies. even katie doesn't like him like that! she just thinks he's a weirdo and she's bored this semester so naturally, she wants to torture us."

"i don't think katie thinks he's a weirdo-"

"well, i do!"

"-and it's only you she's torturing. i quite like this job."

"because you're getting paid! you're not in debt to katie."

"irrelevant."

"so relevant." stria continued to badmouth keefe, but she could tell lisa was no longer listening.

lisa texted the highly scientific footage to katie as stria rolled her eyes to the heavens, also known as their school's chipped-paint-ass ceiling. katie texted back immediately and stria could practically feel the excitement oozing out of the four simple words she'd texted back: "this is so fascinating!"

she wondered what katie would do with the footage this time. run his moronic wink through some sort of face analysis tool? break down his excruciatingly playboy-ish snicker by its falls and breaks? something else entirely?

who even knew? only katie.

well, stria thought. at least this will all be over soon.

@lisalikesapplesauce @myfairkatiecat come tell me how in character you guys are

[kimberly-stocks]

HI. I read that you're looking for writing advice. I would love to read your "fix it" about what happened in Kyle's room. I love your writing.

You want it, we got it 😎 maybe it's not exactly what you pictured, but it sort of just came into my head for some reason.

Kyle's bedroom fix-it

"I don't know what I did," Rory turned to leave, but Jess caught her right before she managed to turn the doorknob.

"You didn't do anything, Rory, I'm sorry, could you just wait?" He grabbed her wrist and turned her to look at him. There were tears in her eyes and it broke his heart how hurt she looked.

"What is going on, Jess? And if you say nothing I swear to God, I'm gonna walk out of this room and never come back. Just for once in your life tell me what's going on with you?"

He took a ragged breath, let go of her arm and took a few steps back, pacing, running his fingers through his hair. He looked like a caged animal, and it scared her. There was clearly something wrong, and she didn't know what it was.

"Can you sit for a second?" He looked at her with wild eyes, with a desperate look she's never seen before. So she went past him and sat in the chair. The idea of sitting on that bed made her stomach twist. Not because she was afraid of him, but she didn't want any distractions from what he had to say.

He took a shaddering breath, his throat closed up, so when he finally spoke it sounded more like a sob than anything else. "Rory... I fucked up."

"What do you mean?"

"I ... I can't take you to prom," he exhaled harshly.

"Oh..." Tears well up in her eyes again. The one thing she asked of him, the one thing she wanted so much, and he couldn't do that. "Why?"

He was heaving, his chest rising and falling rapidly, he never stopped pacing, like if he stopped he would die or something. And then the words just fell out of his mouth, unstoppable, everything he kept inside bottled up just spilled all over the place.

"Turns out I flunked out. I wanted to take you to prom I promise, but when I went to get tickets, they called me to the principal's office and he said tickets are only for those who graduate, which I don't. I'm not gonna graduate. I missed too many days. I thought I had it under control, I swear I had it under control. I was going enough! I had a schedule mapped out and everything. I don't know how that happened. And Luke doesn't know, and he's gonna kick me out now because that was the deal between us when I came back after the accident. That I can only stay with him if I graduate. And now that I'm not graduating I'll have to leave Stars Hollow, and I don't know where I'm gonna go. My car is stolen, so I'm gonna have to take a bus, which is not cheap, and I don't know if I should go back to New York, it's expensive to live there on my own, and Liz is probably long gone now, so I wouldn't have a place to crash in the long run. Fuck! I'm sorry, Rory. I'm so fucking sorry." He plopped on the bed leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, burying his hands in his hair.

Rory was silent for a minute digesting everything he just said. Jess flunked out of school. He can't take her to prom. He's not going to graduate. His entire future is screwed up. But after a few moments when the fog of being upset cleared a bit, an analytical part of her brain kicked in, the journalist in her started processing all the facts he laid before her. He missed too many days. Luke doesn't know. That can't be happening. In Chilton her mom was contacted when she missed one day of school to go to New York. Sure, Stars Hollow High was no Chilton, but they still have to have the policy about missing school. Something wasn't adding up.

"Luke is not gonna kick you out," she said calmly. Jess raised his head to look at her, she had a concentrated look on her face, her brows furrowed and her lips pursed. "If you were missing so many days, the school was supposed to contact your legal guardian to notify him about it, so that he could rectify the situation. If Luke doesn't know, they didn't contact him at all, which I'm assuming is true, because he would've gone on another one of his rants and not only you, but the whole diner would know about it. The school failed you. They were supposed to take action before it was too late, but they didn't. And it's against the rules, I'm pretty sure there has to be some sort of code of conduct for the school or something. I can find it, and I'm gonna go to Luke and talk to him, he's gonna get mad, and it's better if I talk to him, not you. Because he's just gonna fly off the handle if it's you. But he can't yell at me. So I'm gonna talk to Luke, he's not gonna kick you out. Which, by the way, is messed up in its own right. You're his family, and you should have the right to stay with him with no stings attached. And we're gonna go to your school, and make them reconsider their decision. Because what they did is wrong, and biased and unfair. They failed you. THEY did it. Sure, you could've gone a little more, but it was their responsibility to take action and help you if you struggled. I'm not gonna sit around and watch them screw up your entire future, just because some stupid secretary didn't do their job." She stood up to pace. "I am going to call some local TV channel or something to shed light on the biased treatment of a student, so that principal Murton would have an interesting call from the authorities, I can ask Paris if she can help, and she's like a pitbull, they don't want to mess with her, trust me. I am going to ask my grandpa if he knows some lawyer or someone who can help me sue their asses or at least threaten them with it, or something! But I'm gonna fight for you! I'm sure Luke and I can do something to rectify that, we can file a complaint, make them have an internal investigation or something. Maybe you would have to take some summer classes or do some assignments or whatever, but they can't just kick you out like that. They failed you. And I am not gonna sit around and watch them do stuff like that to you, I am just simply not gonna do that. They can't ruin your future like that, let you lose your diploma on a technicality. Not if I have anything to say about it." She stopped pacing and turned to him abruptly, fire in her eyes. He was looking at her with something akin to pure awe, speechless, thunderstruck. She looked like a goddess of justice, gorgeous in her righteous anger, eyes flashing, back straight, hands clenched into fists, a force of nature, a force to be reckoned with. A true Gilmore.

"I don't deserve you," he finally managed to say.

"I'm not a gold medal to be deserved," she huffed. "I'm just a girl who loves her boyfriend and wants him to have a fair treatment." Both of them were stunned for a moment, staring at each other, they never said the L-word out loud. But the more she looked at him, the more right it felt. She really did love him. And she wanted to protect him, to do anything in her power to help and let him have the life he deserved. A better life, the best life, something he's never had. If fighting for someone wasn't love than Rory didn't know what was.

A/N: someone here on Tumblr posted about it being weird Jess missed so many days without Luke knowing and without anyone trying to figure out what was going on and help him. I'm not an American, so I wouldn't know how that actually works. But let's just assume that person on Tumblr was right. Because that inspired me to write this fix-it this way.

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Chapter 10!! Hitting roughly 50k of this daft little story 🤯 You're all amazing for sticking with this for so long and I'm so grateful to anyone who's taken the time to read it!! I've spent more screen time on this story than I ever did for my coursework (which is probably why I flunked my A levels 😅) and the big date scene felt like a massive pressure until I actually started writing it I just hope I've done it justice 🤞

Betting It All On Love

The crowds had left the stadium as fast as they’d arrived, and all at once the empty space was deafening. Both couples had moved off the balcony and were leaning against the bar while Chrissy chatted animatedly with Eddie; something about waiting for Beth, but Steve couldn’t really hear her over the ringing in his ears.

Robin glanced casually over to him, did a double take and quickly dragged him out into the corridor yelling, “We’ll be back in a minute!” over her shoulder, tugging him down the corridor and all but hurling him into the gents, and it was only when Steve registered how sticky the tiles were under his feet that he realised he was still holding onto his SuperEl shirt.

As he lifted it into the air to keep it away from whatever gruesome substance was making the floor sticky, he noticed he’d ruined the collar. It was all bent out of shape and screwed up where he’d anxiously run it through his fingers throughout the evening. And finally there was something good to come out of being paraded around by his parents whenever there was a family event, even if it only was how to fix a wardrobe malfunction in a pinch.

Steve tutted and dragged Robin back out into the corridor, heading down towards the ladies, knowing full well that not only would they be cleaner but much more likely to actually have working facilities; Robin checked the coast was clear and then waved Steve in. He headed straight to the sink to run the collar of his shirt under the tap and gently smoothing it out, while she asked him for the fourth time what was wrong.

“Nothing’s wrong,” he huffed.

“Might wanna tell your face that!” she snarked, and when he glanced at himself in the mirror he could see she wasn't wrong, and spent a second purposefully trying to smooth out the furrow in his brow. Robin sighed heavily, rubbing her hand over his shoulders, “He brought the shirt. Why aren’t you happy?”

Steve sighed, physically relaxing his posture, “I am happy,” he squeaked, looking at Robin through the mirror so he didn't have to feel so awful about lying to her face. Robin's disbelief was written all over her raised eyebrow and Steve was quick to concede “I’m just nervous, alright?”

Robin nodded in understanding as he stepped over to the hand dryer and when she didn't push further, he turned it on to start drying his collar back into the right shape. Robin stepped closer to take the garment from him, gesturing for him to start removing his shirt; swapping the paisley shirt for his striped one when the collar was finally straight and dry, absently watching him as he finished buttoning it up.

“If it helps, I don't think you’ve got anything to worry about,” she mumbled encouragingly, dusting a bit of something off his shoulder and straightening the way the shirt was sitting.

Steve nodded and tried to smile, but it felt flat, “Thanks Bobs,” he muttered, tugging her into his chest and kissing the top of her head, “Will you be okay? Getting home or whatever, I don't want to ditch you, I can go another—”

Robin snorted and poked him hard in the chest, successfully interrupting him, “One. You are absolutely going on this date. Two. I’ll be with Chris, and we’ll be fine,” she stated, pulling back to take him by the hand and drag him back to the box.

Beth, hair now up in a pony and dressed in pale blue sweats and another woman, tall with bottle blonde pigtails wearing a pink summer dress, who as it turned out was Beth’s wife, Stacey, were already waiting with Eddie and Chrissy.

There was a lot of excitement as introductions were made, hugs and kisses and exclamations of “Oh, you’re gorgeous!” aimed at both him and Robin by Stacey and Beth respectively. They didn't get to chat more than that, as he and Eddie were ushered quickly out of the door, Stacey handing Eddie a card with their address and phone number on it, before basically shutting the door in their faces with a quick “Byeee!” peels of girlish glee slipping under the gap in the door. 

Steve stood there for a second staring dumbly at the wood now separating him from his best friend, until Eddie took his hand and tugged on it gently urging him down the corridor. Apparently it had already been decided that they were to go on their date, and the girls were going to Beth and Stacey’s to have dinner, so the two old friends could reminisce and catch up and so Robin and Stacey could lament over becoming jock wives.

The night air was cool in comparison to the heat of the stadium and when Steve shuddered bodily as a gentle breeze tickled his skin, Eddie immediately pulled him towards one of the taxi’s waiting outside the stadium. Eddie gallantly holding the door open for Steve, clambering smoothly in after him. He reeled off an address for the driver, then settled back into the backseat, staring quietly out of the window the whole way to the restaurant.

It didn't take long to arrive. Honestly, it probably would’ve been faster to walk, and Steve couldn't tell whether he'd picked the taxi because he'd been cold or because Eddie was eager to arrive. Either way, it was obvious just how nervous he was as he drummed intermittent beats against himself with his fingers. Steve just had to focus on staying positive, holding out hope that Eddie’s nerves were due to anticipation and not desperation to get the evening over and done with. 

The restaurant was Italian, which Steve loved, mainly because it was his favourite. He wanted to ask Eddie if he’d asked for Robin’s help in picking a place, or if he’d happened to mention it in passing and Eddie had remembered; or if Eddie had picked it at random. Or if maybe Italian was Eddie’s favourite too, but they had to wait with three other couples for their table and Eddie seemed like he was about to burst out of his own skin with the slightest provocation, so Steve took the opportunity to take in his surrounding instead. 

The building was beautiful, either old, or decorated to look like it was, with period features and dark polished woods. Deep reds and greens in the furnishing and old paintings with carved frames hanging from the walls. It seemed nice, really nice, not in the posh and pretentious way, but in that beautiful but homely way that meant the food was likely to be delicious, and the portions were unlikely to be stingy. Ferns, candles and fairy lights gave it a private romantic feel, and even though it was busy it was quiet enough to actually hear each other talk without feeling like the whole restaurant was listening to your conversation.

It didn’t take too long to get seated, which seemed to help ease Eddie’s nerves, and even though the menu, which practically had Steve salivating, had helped them create a playful little back and forth as they decided what they were going to order; as soon as they had ordered, things got really awkward, really fast. 

Steve wasn't like Robin who rabbited terribly when she was nervous, his mind tended to go blank, and then he’d spend way too long in his own head trying desperately to think of something to say. And unfortunately, Eddie seemed to suffered with the same problem.

Eddie cleared his throat, “So...” he trailed off, trying and failing at thinking of something to talk about.

Steve didn’t think it should be so weird. They were married, they’d been intimate in just about every way imaginable, they’d talked about really deep and traumatising stuff; trying to come up with something to talk about at dinner really shouldn’t be so difficult.

Except that since having that thought, that seemed to be all Steve could think about. All other thoughts of any other topic of conversation completely missing from his now empty head, “So,” Steve echoed, fidgeting with his cutlery.

Eddie cleared his throat again, twisting his wedding ring around and around his finger, “Boxing. That was…”

“Horrific,” Steve muttered at the same time as Eddie said, “Different.”

His answer seemed to shock Eddie, his eyebrows shooting up into his hairline, “Horrific? Surely you're not that fazed by a bit of blood?”

Steve shrugged, “No, it’s not that. It's just... when you're at home, you're around your own people, right? And then you go somewhere new, and it's like being hit with the reality that the majority of men really think it's okay to treat women like that, y'know? And I agree with autonomy one hundred percent, if that's what Beth wants to do, I support her unconditionally, but what horrifies me is that, that's the world women have to face every day. Ogled at and wolf whistled and basically treated like they're a piece of meat,” he huffed, disgusted with his own gender.

Steve knew a little about it himself. Growing up “pretty” he took his fair share of objectification, the girls and sometimes even the teachers at school. His mother's friends. His father's colleagues. Eye's on him in the club or the supermarket. Sometimes it's nice, a confidence boost, knowing you look good. Sometimes it's gross, when just existing is a reason to be leered at. Sometimes it's downright terrifying, like the first and last time he'd cut through an alley alone or the last time Robin went anywhere alone at night, when she'd nipped out for jerky and came home practically catatonic, shaking in his arms for hours.

“It's not even just about Bobbie, I do my best to stick to her like glue, but if I think about the fact that that's the world Max and El are about to walk into…” Steve swallowed down the bile that rose in his throat every time that thought crossed his mind, “I really have to grapple with the idea of not just becoming their personal bodyguard. Mainly 'cause Max would absolutely kick my ass for even suggesting it. And I know technically they're adults, but they're my little sisters, and they're just babies, y'know?” 

Steve trailed off, thinking about all the years he'd spent watching them grow. El was still a toddler when he'd first met her, and Max might have been a teen, but she had been equally unsteady on her feet after being ripped from her home and her dad.

Eddie hadn't said anything the whole time Steve was talking, he’d just sat listening with his head cocked slightly to the side, like he always did, but it had definitely been over a minute since he’d stopped speaking and Eddie still hadn’t said anything. Steve was about to fly into another explanation when Eddie blinked owlishly and sucked in a deep breath through his teeth, “Jesus, Stevie,” he murmured affectionately, “You gotta stop making it so easy to fall in love with y—”

“What?” Steve interrupted, his voice coming out sharp in his utter disbelief.

Eddie’s eyes bulged as he registered what he’d said, “Shit!” he cursed under his breath.

But Steve wasn’t really listening any more all he could hear was Eddie’s voice echoing “in love with you” his eyebrows rose slowly towards his hairline, “You’re in love with me?” he asked again because he was pretty sure that was what he'd said, but he needed to be absolutely sure before he blew up their relationship.

Eddie's chair scraped harshly against the parquet floor as, much to Steve’s horror, he stood up to leave, “I’m sorry. I’ll just—” Eddie didn’t even finish his sentence, just pointed glumly towards the exit. 

Luckily, he didn’t get further than the side of their table before Steve's brain kicked into gear, his hand reaching out to grab a firm hold of Eddie's wrist, “No! Wait. Eddie,” Steve pleaded, gesturing towards his chair in a silent plea for him to sit back down; waiting as patiently as he could while Eddie twisted indecisively, caught between wanting to leave and wanting to stay. Eddie sighed heavily and turned to sit back down, Steve’s hand never leaving his wrist and not really aware of the fact that he'd been holding his breath until his lungs started to burn. 

Steve ran his spare hand instinctively through his hair, tugging slightly at the strands as he took a steadying breath, “You’re in love with me?” he asked again, making sure to keep a tight but soothing grip on Eddie's wrist by rubbing circles into his skin with his thumb.

Eddie's looked anywhere but directly at him, made a series of incomprehensible noises then, tugging a chunk of his hair in front of his face with his spare hand, muttered, “Yes?” almost like it was a question. Until Eddie's eyes finally landed on him, and whether he saw the hope on Steve's face that he knew was bleeding from his chest into every part of him, or not, Steve wasn't sure, but Eddie let go of his hair and set his shoulders, sitting up a little straighter in his chair. “Yes,” he declared decisively.

Steve felt his eyes blink slowly, but his brain had short-circuited, he could only hear static as his vision blurred, “When—” Steve breathed.

Eddie visibly softened, smiling lopsidedly, his dimples poking through, “You remember the concert?” Since the concert! Steve took a purposeful breath and nodded his acknowledgement. Eddie glanced away as a waiter walked past their table, his gaze flicking immediately back to Steve, “Me and Chris, we’ve never had people like us straight away, y'know? Not for who we really are. It’s always been— but you and Bobs…” Eddie trailed off, the words sticking on his tongue, but Steve didn’t need him to say it; he’d never had friends that just accepted all of him either. 

Eddie sniffed, and Steve could see how watery his eyes were, so he released his grip on Eddie’s wrist and started drawing patterns up his forearm, creating images and scrawling words with his fingertips. Whether it soothed him or not, Steve didn’t know, but a little light came back into Eddie’s eyes as he took a deep breath and continued, “Anyway, Nothing Else Matters started to play, and I’ve heard that song a million times, but it never— I didn’t— It was like something clicked in my head. Then I looked at you, and you were sweaty from the pit and your hair was all—” Eddie makes a gesture over his head spraying his fingers and jiggling his hand, it shouldn’t have been half as adorable as it was, but Steve was helpless against the huff of laughter that bubbled out of his chest.

Eddie’s smile widened, vision glazed and deep in his memory, “But you were just beaming! The most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen, and I knew you had no idea where you were, you didn’t know the band, didn’t understand the magnitude of the moment, but you were still just having the best time and I remember hearing the lyrics and just thinking…” Eddie trailed off, his radiant smile fading, turning slowly into a frown, watching his own fingers drumming a beat on the tabletop.

Steve wanted to know what he meant, what he had been thinking in that moment, but he knew deep in his gut that it wasn’t the right time to ask, so he just slid his hand down to cover Eddie’s hand with his own, pressing his thumb into his palm and watching as Eddie’s eyes flicked over to him, looking up at him through his lashes.

Steve searched back through his memories and found he couldn’t find one that wasn’t seeped in the deep affection he felt for Eddie, even the morning he awoke half drunk and fully confused. He had tried to be annoyed, tried to be snarky, but it was all too laced with something he was far too scared to admit to, for it to land the way he’d spent years perfecting.

He laced their fingers together, absentmindedly tapping the beat of his own pulse against Eddie’s finger with his thumb, “I don’t remember the exact moment, because I’m pretty sure I was drunk, but I know I only let myself acknowledge it on the way back from Rachel,” Steve admitted, smiling melancholically at their joined hands, watching as Eddie’s fingertips stroked over his ring.

“Why?” Eddie asked quickly, like he hadn’t really meant to, and when Steve looked at him, he could see the panic on his face but also the genuine curiosity in his eyes.

Steve shrugged, his smile starting to feel a little strained, “Because I know me,” he answered simply, huffing a frustrated breath, annoyed with himself for all the times he’d broken his own heart, “I fall fast and hard, and I end up hurt every damn time and there’s never anyone to blame but myself ‘cause who does that?!”

He can recall with startling clarity every time that someone had said that to him, “Who does that?!” All the times Steve had said those three stupid little words far too soon. Every time he’d fallen and there’d been no parachute, no one to catch him, not even a damn crash mat.

It was a rhetorical question, but Eddie answered it anyway, “People with big hearts and a lot of love to give,” he mumbled almost self-deprecatingly, and it occurred to Steve for the very first time that they were the same, he and Eddie; that he’d finally met someone exactly like him. Sure, they’d both jumped in far too quickly, but he realised it didn’t have to be a bad thing, not if they did it together. 

Steve sat up straighter in his chair, taking Eddie’s hand in his and gingerly pulling it closer, to plant a firm but gentle kiss on his knuckles. Eddie grinned, a soft blush sitting high on his cheeks, and tucked his chair in to tangle their legs together under the table, just as the waiter arrived with their food. 

They ate in silence for a few minutes, just smiling softly at one another across the table until Steve couldn’t really stand not hearing Eddie’s voice any more, “How’s the carbonara?” he asked from behind his knuckles so Eddie didn’t get a view of the half chewed gnocchi still in his mouth, that meant he heard his mother in the back of his mind admonishing him for speaking with his mouth full.

Eddie just nodded happily, “Mhm, s’good. Wanna try?” he asked, holding a forkful over the candle sitting between them, meaning Steve had to lunge forward to take the bite before the pasta unravelled into the flame below.

It should be weird, taking food from someone else’s fork, but it wasn’t. It was just intimate in a way Steve had never experienced before. He liked it. Wanted to experience it again but didn’t want to take all of Eddie’s food, so he offered Eddie some of his gnocchi and found that having Eddie come at his fork like he was a shark and the utensil was his prey was equally as enjoyable, if not more so.

Although, if he does that again in this restaurant, I might just do something I’ll regret.

Steve took his fork back, taking a purposefully deep breath, and doing the sensible thing of distracting himself by asking Eddie about his day. Eddie was more than happy to comply, telling Steve all about what Dan had said; about how he had arrived the day before and had spent the day they'd spent in Rachel furiously pacing the corridor outside his suite waiting for Eddie to come back. How Dan had started off the conversation by demanding Eddie get a divorce and go back to him, not because he regretted his decision to let Eddie go, but because his family were treating their relationship like a faze and had decided they wanted him to settle down with a wife and have heirs.

How Jason was still blaming Dan for Chrissy breaking up with him; because after six months, Jason hadn’t been able to keep up the Mr Nice Guy act any more, and she had seen how he had treated Dan and Eddie's relationship like a joke. How she could no longer stand the jealousy and the possessiveness every time she and Eddie had hung out. How she had finally seen how he'd pushed all her other friends away, and it was only their proximity and sheer stubbornness that meant he’d had no hope of wiggling his way between the two of them.

And how, when Jason had accidentally punched Dan, after he’d got in the middle, on the day Eddie had finally had enough and had told Jason that he needed to start treating Chrissy better, that had been the final straw. But that somehow in Jason’s head, that had made the breakup all their fault, especially when she continued to see the rest of the family but outright refused to have anything to do with him.

That when Eddie had asked Dan if he actually wanted him back, if he loved him, if he saw a future together with him, Dan had cried because he didn't. He just wanted a buffer between him and his family, he wanted his family to respect his choices and love him for who he was, and his parents put on a better show of pretending to do all of those things when there was an outsider around and that now that both of their progenies were single, they were more disappointed than ever and were making constant digs about how unlikely it was that either of them were going to give them the grandbabies they were so desperate for.

That Eddie had told Dan that he needed to either demand their respect or find himself a family that would love him unconditionally because dragging him or some other poor soul into the Carver bullshit as a buffer was deplorable, not to mention outright unfair, and that his parents choosing to treat their kids as dolls was their problem, not his for being his own person. That even though he was a douchebag, he was still worthy of love and to live his life on his own terms.

And the more Eddie talked, the more kindness and compassion he'd showed towards someone who hadn't shown him a shred of decency, the deeper under his spell Steve fell. He knew he could never sit down with Billy and talk him down from the proverbial ledge like Eddie had, and Billy's father made the Devil look like a decent fella. But there was no way Steve could deal with having his holiday ruined, getting toyed with and rejected for a second time and still have the strength of character to remind his ex that he deserved better than he was getting.

It just reminded Steve how extraordinary Eddie was, how lucky he was just to sit across the table from him, how blessed he was to be able to call Eddie his husband.

“I need you to meet my dad,” Steve blurted, inadvertently interrupting Eddie’s tale.

Eddie's eyebrows scrunched together, “Your dad?” 

“Well, my mom too, but me and Hop, we have this rule, and I've already broken it, and I'm a little petrified about that, ‘cause I know he's going to try to terrify you and if I think too long on that I might just become a little hysterical ‘cause I'm so deep down this hole that if he scares you away I might never recover, but it's kinda like ripping off a band aid right? The quicker you do it, the less it hurts. So if by some miracle you keep being my husband, and you do things like tell a story where I'm just sitting here thinking about how amazing you are and how you're the best thing that's ever happened to me, I don't have to have this nagging thought that a Hopper shovel talk might just make you run a mile,” Steve blurted out in such a Robinesque way it made him blanch at himself.

Eddie’s mouth quirked up at one corner, a soft laugh escaping his lips as he opened his mouth to speak, “Sweetheart, no offence to your dad, but there's nothing he could say to make me run a mile.”

Eddie had said it with conviction, but Steve wasn’t convinced, he’d seen the look on Mike’s face three days after his shovel talk, when El had asked him to go check up on Mike because he wasn’t returning her calls, “Really? Are you sure? 'cause Hop's a cop, Mike was practically hysterical—“

“Stevie,” Eddie interrupted softly, “There's nothing he could say,” he assured.

Steve didn’t know what it was, but something in Eddie’s gaze made him believe it, “Okay,” Steve breathed, Mike’s expression fading from his memory in the face of Eddie’s soft smile, the tension finally seeping out of him at the thought that Eddie wasn’t going anywhere.

“Plus, you've told me about Mike, seems like a bit of a weeny,” Eddie said nonchalantly, but his lip twisting up at the corner gave away the fact that he was joking.

Steve huffed a wistful laugh, remembering Mike flailing around Dustin’s bedroom going on and on for months about how Hop had threatened to kill him, and it wasn’t that Steve didn’t believe him, he trusted that Hop absolutely would say that to him, especially if he was being as disrespectful as the tale he’d spun. No, the funny thing to Steve was, that Mike thought himself so self-important that Hop would risk his life with his daughter and his career to actually murder him; and if the way Mike had been acting reminded him of himself at his age, well, that was between him, Hopper and God. 

“He is, or at least he used to be. I haven't really seen him since he went off to college, and El stopped mentioning him a while back. I don't even know if he’ll be home for the summer,” Steve said sadly as he realised it was the first time since he’d started taking care of the kids all those years ago that he hadn’t known where one of them was going to be.

Eddie hummed in understanding, watching himself twist his spoon around on the tabletop, “Maybe you could introduce me to them?” he suggested, eventually daring to look up at Steve through his lashes.

Steve tried to dampen him smile but grew of its own volition until it was physically hurting his face, “I’d like that,” he admitted bashfully.

The waiter appeared to take away their empty plates and after both of them gave him their gentle thanks, Steve found himself lost in the soft floaty space of Eddie’s gaze. There wasn’t anything to think about, just the safe little bubble encompassing him. That was why when Eddie twisted his spoon again, and it clanged against crockery, they both looked down, surprised to find dessert sitting in front of them.

Embarrassed that he’d been so caught up in his husband's gaze, Steve huffed a nervous chuckle and picked up his spoon, digging it into the soft summer berries sitting enticingly on top of his cheesecake; peripherally watching Eddie dig into his gâteaux, smiling reluctantly around his spoon as Eddie inadvertently smeared chocolate mousse around his mouth.

Eddie licked the dessert from around his lips with gusto and all Steve could think about was taking Eddie and the desserts back to the hotel and enjoying them both in a way that wasn’t pg enough to be done in a restaurant. He felt his cheeks flush hot when Eddie offered his spoon to Steve, a bite of the overly chocolatey dessert starting to melt with the heat rising from the candle.

Steve wrapped his mouth around the proffered spoon and tried his hardest to drag his mind back out of the gutter, Eddie had gone to the trouble of organising a wonderful date and the least Steve could do was actually be present throughout. He offered some of his cheesecake to Eddie, and definitely did not think about the look of bliss on Eddie’s face as the berries popped on his tongue and his hum of delight.

Bob’s would kill us if we did this in front of her.

And Steve busied himself with thanking every god he didn’t believe in as he retracted his spoon because that thought was the mental slap to the face he needed. Not that Bobbie would actually kill them, but she would make gagging faces and lament how she’d lost her best friend to the grossest love known to man.

He wondered if Chrissy thought similarly; he wasn’t sure she did, she actually seemed pretty excited every time they were overly mushy. Maybe she’d be the yin to Robin’s yang that would get her used to what love was actually supposed to look like.

Robin’s parents had thought that shielding her from any public displays of affection was the best way to raise a well-balanced child. Apparently, they thought seeing anything more romantic than handholding might alter her worldview or something. Except all that happened was, the first time she accidentally saw them kiss she reacted like it was the most disgusting thing she’d ever seen and had never quite been able to break the habit.

Maybe between the two of them, they could find a happy medium. 

Thinking about the girls actually reminded him of the question he’d kind of been dying to ask all night, “Hey, how come you were late to the match?” Steve asked, finishing off his last bite of cheesecake.

“Oh, well, while I was having lunch with Chris, she mighta mentioned the call with your mom,” Steve felt his face fall at the thought that Chrissy was gossiping about something so private, “No, not like that,” Eddie quickly reassured, “I just asked her what you guys had been up to, she just said you were upset when you spoke to your mom, but you know what it’s like, sometimes you put more together in what they aren’t saying, y’know?” Eddie explained, and Steve couldn’t help but nod because he did know. Speaking without words, even about things you were trying not to say, was platonic soulmate 101.

Eddie smiled empathetically, “She tried to gloss over it, moved on to updating me about Beth and her idea for the evening and the voicemail she’d left for Bobbie that she was freaking out about, but I just couldn’t get all that she hadn’t said out of my mind, y’know? I just couldn’t shake it, not with the walk back to the hotel or with a shower, but as we were about to leave I was slipping my rings back on and that’s when it hit me!” he exclaimed, and then seemed to realise he wasn’t using his inside voice because he giggled and then murmured, “I’m pretty sure I garbled something at Chris before running off, but who knows, I just knew I needed to do this.” 

“So,” Eddie muttered, taking a deep breath before digging around in his pocket and sliding off his seat to kneel by Steve’s side, holding a square black box with two rings nestled inside. Steve felt himself freeze, he wasn't even sure he was even breathing, all he could do was stare at the rings blinking at him in the candlelight. They were obviously handmade, one had a sun and the other had a moon carved into the band, the sun ring was gold with a citrine stone sitting next to the carving, the moon ring was silver with a sapphire. Steve felt his eyes bulge because surely Eddie wasn’t about to…

“I know I originally proposed with a plastic ring from a water bottle, which has to be the lamest engagement ring ever,” Eddie chuckled self-deprecatingly, and it suddenly occurred to Steve that that very ring had been sitting in his wallet the whole time. He’d thought it was weird when he’d spotted it at the gas station on the way to Rachel, but he hadn’t thought much of it. It wasn’t like it was the first time he’d crammed something absentmindedly into his pockets, but it was his engagement ring; or it had been.

Eddie sucked in a deep breath, “I wanted you to have the real deal, so I called Charlie, and I was on the way to the jewellers when I walked right past the guy making these, and I just knew they were perfect because you are like a literal ray of fucking sunshine, Stevie. Waking up in your arms makes it worth waking up, your smile alone is enough to brighten the darkest of days and when I look in your eyes it warms me from the inside out.” 

“I didn’t think I could have this, I was really starting to believe I’d grow old and alone. Chris brought me here to have some fun and get me out of the funk I’d fallen into, but then I met you, and you’re just so…” Eddie trailed off, reaching up to wipe a stray tear from Steve’s cheek.

“Marrying you might just be the best stupid drunken decision I've ever made,” he told Steve affectionately with a wet laugh, “I mean, meeting you and Robin... you're both incredible. And our best friends are quite probably in love, which I had to find out way too much about today,” he chuckled rolling his eyes affectionately, and even though a tear escaped Eddie’s eyes as he did, it still made Steve laugh because thank god it wasn’t just him that had to hear all about it. 

“Everything I get to know about you just makes me fall more and more in love with you, and it's so hard to keep a level head. To not just think fuck it, let’s just jump right off this cliff and see what happens. Not even in a safe way, like let's go home and keep going on dates, but like a let's go home and move in together and be husbands and start a family way, y'know?”

“Because I want all that with you, I look at my future and I see all that with you because from the moment you told us about the RV and your nuggets at the summit, I just wanted to jump up and down and say, “Yes, let's do it! Let’s go home and start all that right now!” And I know this probably feels a bit of a rebound, but it's so not. I promise it’s not, I came here with a cynical heart and the promise of a good time, but this trip and you… You actually helped me see that I'm worth something.” 

“That I’m worthy just as I am, worthy of simple kindnesses and a loving partner, worthy of having someone by my side. By the end, what me and Dan had wasn't even a relationship, it was just two people kidding themselves 'cause we were scared of the consequences of what would happen if we weren't together. And now that's actually happened for Dan, which is why he rocked up this morning acting like, well, like a Carver, but he knew deep down when he did what he did that they'd treat him this way, and maybe I'm a bit of a sadist because I saw him hurting, and I took the time I should've been with you enjoying my holiday to try and remind him that he's worth more than that.” 

“But what I’m trying to say is, you’re the best thing to happen to me in a long time, and I am so fucking in love with you, it’s kinda scaring the bejesus outta me, so will you do me the highest of honours and remain being my husband?” Eddie asked, plucking the sun ring out of the box and holding it out to Steve with shaking fingers.

Steve had tried his hardest to be patient, to let Eddie say what he needed to but the moment he stopped speaking all Steve could think about was kissing him. He pushed Eddie's hair back from his face, cupping his jaw as he leaned in to connect their lips. It wasn't much of a kiss because he couldn't stop smiling long enough and when another tear slipped down Eddie's cheek Steve couldn't stop himself from kissing it away, peppering the rest of his face with kisses. Leaning back to look at the man he was pretty sure he was going to get to spend the rest of his life with and giggling at Eddie's slightly raised eyebrows that said Well?

“Yes! Of course, yes!“ Steve managed tearfully, letting Eddie slide the ring onto his finger and then taking the moon ring out of the box and just before sliding it onto Eddie’s finger, paused, “But, only if we go home and do all that stuff you just said, 'cause I actually kinda sorta mighta been fantasising about it since I made pancakes,” Steve admitted impishly, sliding the ring down his finger to meet his wedding band.

Eddie grinned broadly at his hand, watching as the sapphire glinted in the soft warm light before grinning up at Steve, “Oh, yeah? Care to share?“ he asked, clambering back into his seat but bringing the chair around to the side of the table, so he was sitting as close to Steve as he could possibly get without actually sitting in his lap.

Steve blushed, looked down at his own hand, twisting the ring side to side as an excuse not to look directed at Eddie, “I mean, yeah, like waking up with you in my arms, or in yours. Going for early morning jogs with Chris, coming home and making you breakfast— or brunch, maybe if you're gigging. Going to work with Bobbie and coming home to you and talking about our days. Maybe you could play me whatever song you've been working on, just so I can tell you how amazing you are. Cooking dinner, or getting to take you out to gorgeous places like this before you get too famous to be able to do that any more.”

“Standing on the side of a stage or in the front row, singing along and screaming your name, the way you did the other night. Going home together, wrapping you up in my arms, and letting you know just how incredible I think you are. Falling asleep together and starting the process all over again the next morning, until there's a little you or a little me or a little both of us or a little gremlin child, like Dusty was. And then there'd be all that but also family dinners and trips to the park and all the firsts, all shared with you. And then first days of school with me sobbing on you at the gate, and show and tell, and parents evenings, and productions and recitals and—”

“Thank you,” Eddie said to the waiter as they set the bill down. Steve was kind of grateful for the interruption, as he realised with horror that he was already ten years into the future and on the fast track to planning their retirement. And at the same time, he kind of wished he was still talking because Eddie hadn't said anything, he was just staring at the rings on his finger.

Steve was just about to start backtracking when Eddie finally looked up at him. He was misty-eyed, his bottom lip trembling the more he tried to smile, giving Steve that same look of awe he'd given him when Steve had wanted to wear his vest to the concert, and it was like Steve didn't need him to say he wanted all that too because he could feel it deep in his bones that Eddie thought it sounded perfect.

They stared at one another for a few more minutes, just letting the reality that they'd found each other, that they wanted all that together, that that could be their future, settle between them. It was then that Steve noticed how quiet it was and looked around to see that the restaurant was empty, it had just been them in their little bubble for so long that neither of them had noticed that everyone but a few members of staff had left.

He looked to Eddie who seemed to notice at the same time he had, looking back at each other with guilty smiles that quickly turned into bursts of laughter, both of them folding over in hysterics as they tried and failed to control themselves.

Steve sobered faster than Eddie and snatched up the bill before Eddie had a chance, settling it and adding an extra $20 on top of the tip for their patience. Taking Eddie’s hand before he had time to protest, he dragged him out into the night. Luckily they weren’t too far from the hotel and between their joyful skipping and their mad dashes weaving in and out of the crowds and laughing the whole way, Steve was pretty sure they made it back to the suite in record time.

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Part 11