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hargrove-mayfields · 4 years ago

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Billy has to stick up for max a lot because of her autism, at school he walks to her class and their afraid of him because just,,, look at him

warnings for mentions of bullying and ableism.

It isn’t easy to make Maxine Mayfield cry.

At least, Billy had almost never seen her shed a tear in the six years he’d known her but maybe two times: once when she was still little, and just learned her step-family was going to move into her house and replace her real dad forever, and once when she was told they would be leaving California. Both times she’d run off to her room and slammed the door before anyone could see, but Billy had noticed. He always did when it came to Max. Had to when he knew damn well how much trouble he’d be in if things went wrong while he was watching her.

Beyond that there were a few teary eyed looks that got wiped away, maybe a sniffle she’d try to cover up by complaining about her allergies, but it was very rare, even during meltdowns, that she’d be full on crying, tears streaming down her face so quickly she couldn’t wipe them away while sobs wrack through her and make her shake.

So Billy knows first thing that something is very, very wrong when she’s already at his car after school, her face buried in her balled up jacket and doing exactly that. He can hear her from outside the car, so he sighs and knocks on the window before he yanks the door open, but Max doesn’t even flinch, just curls up tighter in the passenger seat and ignores him.

That’s a bad sign too, the fact she isn’t even trying to hide it from him, “What’s a’matter Maxi?”

“None of your business.” She snaps at him, voice thick and wet with tears. It’s unfamiliar seeing her like that and it makes Billy feel tense ang guilt even though he didn’t do it this time, so he tries, “Come on. It totally is my business. You get tears on my leather seats n’the salt’ll stain ‘em up, and you’ll be the one to clean it up.”

All it gets from Max is another heavy sob, instantly hitting him with a pang of regret for trying to be light about this, “Shit. M’sorry, Maxi. Didn’t mean it like that. Just tryin’ ta make you smile.”

“Well it didn’t work!” Max sniffles, throwing her jacket on the dash and finally turning to look at Billy, face flushed red and tracked with tears, her bottom lip still wobbling, “I’ll never ever smile again..”

“Why not? I know it’s not just because of your dumbass brother.” Billy sees a twitch at the corner of her lip, the slightest hint of a smile at him insulting himself, and he counts that as a small win, a sign he’s getting at least a little bit through to Max, so he prompts her again, “What happened at school today, Max?”

Her gaze drops to her lap, and she shrugs her shoulders slightly, stiffly, as she mumbles an explanation, “Remember how I told you about that boy, who's mean to me and my friends?”

“‘Course I do. I never forget anythin’ you tell me.”

Max wipes her nose on her sleeve, and corrects him, “Except for when you forgot I told you I had AV club and you came in the school looking for me and then you got stuck talking to a teacher for like, three hours after I was done.”

“Yeah, well that was one time. N’I was already havin’ a bad day when you told me, thank you very much.” He encourages her, his face serious though their tone is light-hearted, “Keep goin’, what’d this kid do now?”

Again Max’s features close off, and she tries to lie, “He was just.. Well it was my fault.. I-I don’t know.”

“Max. I need the truth.”

Talking fast, like she’s fighting against her thoughts, she makes him promise, “Promise me you won’t do anything dumb, first.”

Billy lifts a hand from the steering wheel, “I won’t. Cross my heart, Maxi.”

At this point, in the silence that builds while Max wills herself to speak, Billy starts to drive, since it’s clear he won’t be going back into that school. It isn’t lost on him the way Max takes a deep breath, out of relief that he meant it when he said he wasn’t going to be dumb and march back in there.

Quickly, once she’s ready, she explains, “Okay. Well he kinda sort of told me that I was annoying ‘cause I laugh too much, and I told him it was just a stim n’that I couldn’t help it but he said that made me a baby and I told him I wasn’t and he called me a retard instead and I was already stressed so I started crying like a dumb baby and he laughed at me and none of my friends said anything or helped me and I just.. yeah.”

All Billy can do is raise his eyebrows, has about a hundred and one pissy and angry things he could say, but he doesn’t utter a word, because he doesn’t want to make Max more upset than she already is.

Clearly just the change in his expression spooks her though, because she insists, sounding like she could cry again at any second, “You promised me!”

He puts his hands up sort of defensively, though he has to grab the wheel again when the car veers, swallowing his anger to tell her calmly, “I didn’t even say anything. I promised I’d be nice and I’m gonna keep that promise.”

She nods hesitantly, more to show trust than agreement, so Billy continues, “But Maxi that’s.. bad. Why don’t you tell a teacher or some shit?”

“Yeah, like they would even do anything. They already hate me for being in their coed classes.” Max mumbles the last part, looking away, “They’d probably rather Troy beat me up so I wouldn’t be bothering them anymore.”

“Tell me you’re being dramatic.”

But Max just shrugs again.

“Fuck, I hate this fucking place.” Billy tears his eyes from the road to look Max in the eyes as she says it, even knowing she can’t return the gesture, “You know you don’t deserve to go through this shit, Maxi?”

“It.. is kinda my fault though.”

He lashes out, just a little, hearing her talk like that about herself. Because it’s not fair that a thirteen year old girl looks at herself that way, yeah, but also because he knows it’s in some ways his fault too, and their parents for the way she’d been brought up, and the shit she'd been around that she even thinks to say shit like that.

He hits the palm of his hand against the rim of his steering wheel, rather he goes to before he catches himself, slowing it before it really hits, tapping it more than anything, “No the fuck it isn’t. It’s nobody’s fault but the assholes that make it into a problem. And fucking Neil’s for dragging us to this close-minded little spot on the map. I hate this fucking town”

“Oh.” Is all Max says.

Billy waits, but he can see she doesn’t know what else to say, so he sighs, “Look, I made my promise to you. Can you make one for me now?”

Max looks confused, “Okay?”

“Promise me that the next time somebody says some shit to you, you stand up for yourself.” Max scrunches up her face, like she immediately disagrees with that, but Billy insists, “Look, I don’t care if you’re crying like a damn baby or you can’t even talk while you do it, just don’t let ‘em walk all over you like that again.”

“I’m not fighting anyone, Billy. I’m not.. like you.”

“That’s not what I said. I said to stand up for yourself. It’s different.”

“Yeah right. How am I supposed to do that?” Billy knows that some asshole had to have said that to Max, that for whatever bullshit reason she couldn’t stick up for herself. Damn kid can’t catch a break in life, so he tells her, at this point not sure if this is even advice or just him ranting at Max, “This kid calls you a slur again, tell ‘im at least you got the diagnosis. Make him feel like he’s the stupid one. And if a teacher ever pulls some shit about the way you learn, tell ‘em you’ll go to the board of education and personally get their asses fired. Your mom would fight for you.”

“No she wouldn’t.”

“Then dammit I would. Your friends would if they understood. I know Sinclair would kick ass for you.”

Max’s toughness finally cracks- she learned that from him, to put on that hard exterior and fake it- Billy's determination stronger than her stubbornness. She looks up at him with a look in her eye that says he’s said all the right things, “You really think so?”

“No shit. Big brothers know all about this kind of bull.”

“I guess.” Max smiles just a little, and tells him matter-of-factly, “But you’re not that kind of big brother. You’re too cool.”

“Hell yeah I am.” Billy hums proudly, adding with humor in his tone, “But it’s even more cool to be nice to your little sister than it is to be an asshole. Remember that one.”

Max nods, listing it off on her fingers, “Stand up for myself, but don’t be an asshole, and Billy's secretly a big softie. I think I got it.”

“Good. Now out of my car, shitbird.”

Giggling in that way that says she knows she got him, Max swings open her door and runs into the house, leaving Billy to watch after her. He turns off the car but doesn’t get out, trying to bury his worry for her under his expression, not because he didn’t care, or even because he didn’t want her to know, he was long past that, but because he was worried what would happen if Susan saw his concern.

She’d weasel the truth out of Max if she knew something was up, and somehow, despite her promises, Neil would find out once he dragged his ass back home from the bar later tonight, and then it would somehow be Billy’s fault. He just hopes, if Max lets slip about the bullying, she at least doesn’t get too mouthy and mention the part where she was crying.

That was a Friday when that all went down, so Billy has the weekend, which thankfully does not include any snitching, to decide what he’s going to do about it. It’s not like he was ever going to go beat up on any tweens anyways, but he promised Max he wouldn’t be dumb, and he knew that meant no passive aggressive bullshit either. At least not while she could see him.

Because that ruled out like, half of his options, he’s still kind of clueless on what he’s going to do that next Monday morning when schools back in. He’s sitting in the middle school parking lot, fingers twitching against the steering wheel without a cigarette to busy them with, waiting for 7:30 on the dot when Max always goes in.

At this point, he’s considering just ditching with her to go get ice cream or something so she doesn’t have to face any bullies today, but his epiphany comes in the form of watching Jonathan Byers walk the littler one all the way to the front doors, his hand protectively hooked through the handle on the kid’s backpack. When the clock ticks the right time and Max opens her door, he knows what he’s going to do, and he turns the car off.

She freezes, can tell he’s up to something. “What are you doing?”

“Nothin’. M’just walking you in.” She glares at him in response to the smug smile he wears, so he swears, “Honest. I got basketball today. No way I’m missing that shit ‘cause I fought some little kid.”

“You’re lying.”

“Can’t I just be nice to my little sister?”

From the look on her face, she’s still skeptical, but it's enough to get Max to agree to it, grabbing her bag from the backseat and mumbling, “Whatever. Just don’t embarrass me.”

Billy chuckles, giving Max a head start towards the building before he follows, “Hey now, I thought just yesterday I was your cool older brother.”

“Cool older brothers don’t walk their sisters to the door.” She calls it over her shoulder, and Billy can’t help but tease her more, correcting her in a sing-songy voice, “Who said I was stoppin’ at the door? I’m walking you all the way to your class.”

“Oh god.” Max stops walking, but Billy keeps up, this time pulling ahead enough to call back to her, “Come on shitbird. Don’t wanna be late.”

“I hate you so much.”

“Yeah, right. You love that I would take the time outta my morning to do this for you.” He props open the door for Max with his boot, pretending not to notice the way all the little middle school kids at their lockers turn to gawk at them, letting her shove past him with her face flushed deeper than the color of her hair in embarrassment.

Pulling on her backpack straps, like she’s trying to physically make herself smaller, she mumbles, “No, I actually hate you.”

He almost feels bad for embarrassing her, but that’s the other part of his job, and he reminds her of that, “Good. There’s some more advice for ya, little sisters should always hate their big brothers, or he’s doing something wrong.”

They get a little ways down the hall, Max’s confidence going up just some as the shock wears off and people start to turn away, but Billy hardly notices. He doesn’t even come close to being bothered by eighth grade politics anymore, and if he’s intimidating the poor kids, well that’s exactly what he’s there for.

When he’s met with a particularly harsh glare from some snob nosed brat, who happens to remind him a lot of one Tommy Hagan, he bumps into Max on purpose, and announces louder than he needs to in hopes the kid’ll know he was looking for him, “That the little asshole s’been givin’ you trouble?”

Glancing nervously between him and Billy, she nods, “Yeah..”

Billy just nods, a cross between acknowledgment and judgement, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“You said-“ Again Max panics, but Billy cuts her off this time with a simple assurance of, “And I didn’t do anything.”

Her eyebrows knit together, realizing that that wasn’t a lie, “I.. guess you didn’t.”

“What’s your first class anyways?”

“We report to the cafeteria before first period.” She informs him, leading him that way, but he hooks two fingers through the strap on her bag to stop her, “Not gonna happen, Maxi. Being shoved in a tiny room with three hundred other kids makes you feel all ‘meltdowny’ I think was your exact word. So you’re not doin’ that anymore. I just decided.”

“But that’s against the rules.”

“Yeah, so’s me bein’ in this building during school hours, but nobody’s saying shit to me, are they?”

Max narrows her eyes at him then, and he knows he said too much, that he’s been found out, “That’s your plan isn’t it.”

There’s a crooked smile on his face he can’t hide as he plays innocent-like, “What is?”

Max pushes him a little and he pretends to misstep while she accuses him, “Coming into school and being all intimidating so nobody will bug me anymore.”

“Pfft, yeah right.” Billy denies again, getting nothing but an eye roll in response at first, but when it’s clear it’s he’s not going to give up and admit it, Max does, glancing shortly over at him, “Well thanks anyways, Billy.”

She adds, realizing he’s wandering with no idea where they’re going, having never been in the middle school himself, “My first class is in B-18.”

“Which one is’at?” He asks, just curious, but Max deflects the question, giving a short, “It’s taught by Mr. Clarke.”

Just from how quiet she is, Billy can tell that she's hiding something, “Max. You seriously don’t even know what class you’re in?”

“No I don’t, okay?” Max stops in the middle of the hallway, ranting at her brother, “It’s already not the same as my old school, and then they moved my schedule all around again after they decided I didn’t qualify for special ed, so now I just go where I’m s’posed to, and I know my teachers better than my classes.”

“And you didn’t tell anyone, did you?”

“No. There’s nothing anyone can do so it doesn’t matter.” Her tone implies she thought a lot about it, maybe even wanted to, but decided not to.

Billy insists right back, these past two days feeling like he’s constantly petitioning for Max to trust and rely on him, “Oh I could do somethin’. You know I could.”

“I do. But I don’t want you to. Sticking up for me is enough.”

That’s what makes Billy understand. The firmness in her voice says everything she needs him to hear: Max doesn’t want Billy to do for her what she can handle. This is bigger than just being the older brother. This is her setting boundaries, asking for help without wanting to be controlled. That’s something he never really got how to do, being raised by a dictator and all, but it’s something she needs. Sometimes he forgets that.

He doesn’t say anything else, just lets it sit while Max takes him down some stairs to the right room. She stops outside, scuffing up the dusty marble floors with the toe of her Chuck Taylor’s, “Could you.. stick around for a little bit in case he says something?”

Billy clicks his tongue, remarking, “I dunno. I got a class in a few..”

But his sarcasm falls short with Max, which, that’s his bad for not realizing that it would, and her face falls, “Oh, well I guess I can just-”

“Was just funnin’ you shitbird. I don’t give a fuck about my classes.” Max grimaces in that all too familiar way of uncertainty, so he promises, “I’ll be right out here. Go talk to your teacher, ‘n if he says some shit to you, remember I only promised not be stupid about the bully.”

He at least gets a smile for that one, before Max rolls her eyes, “You’re not fighting my science teacher, dummy.”

“Whatever. Just get in there, brat.”

He can see Max holding back a smile as she listens, bounding into her classroom with another quick glance back at Billy to check that he wasn’t lying and going to walk away.

Billy waits until the door fall closed to lean against the row of lockers opposite it, watching her through the little meshed over windows. By now, he’s pretty well versed on what arguments with angry authority figures look like, and the conversation between Max and her teacher is not one. He still stays though, just because Max asked him to, but maybe, just maybe a little for himself, a reassurance that the second he leaves shit isn’t going to get worse, and Max’ll have at least someone other than her equally as nerdy little friends behind her.

Then they both turn and give him a little wave, Max and her teacher, an acknowledgment to Billy that this new routine was indeed going to work out. The way the school district had handled everything else, he wonders if the guy even knew Max wasn’t like his other students until now.

Still, seeing that, Billy gives a half nod in response, and decides his job is done here, at least until tomorrow when he does the same. Max’ll get used to it, and his hope is that the little bully brats won’t. He’ll just have to keep them on their toes.

Which is exactly why, while on his way out, Billy has to break his promise to Max, just slightly, and do something dumb. He finds the Troy kid again, and waits until the little punk is at his peak to knock him down a few pegs.

He’s complaining about some teacher, which is pretty typical for a thirteen-fourteen year old kid, but the other things he’s said to Max make it not as relatable, not as innocent. So he does what any logical, mature adult would do, and scares the piss out of him.

Billy waits until the kid gets a laugh from his troop of assholes, and slams the locker door beside him shut, uncaring of who’s it was. All eyes are quickly on him, all too wide against too pale faces. It’s too easy.

“What are you little shits whining about over here?”

The one in charge steps forward, trying to be tough despite the way he has to practically bend backwards to look up at Billy’s face, “None of your business. Did the freak send you after us to scare us? It ain’t gonna work.”

“Oh I’m not here to scare you. I’m just here to give you your final warning. We’re past the point of intimidation. Matter of fact, next time I have to come here.. it won’t be looking so good for you.”

“You’re lying.” The kid accuses, despite the obvious doubt written behind his features.

Billy can work with that.

“I might be. But I’m still an authority figure over your sorry little asses, and if you don’t start respecting that..” He bends down a little further, still nowhere near the kid but making his whole troupe flinche back, and drops his pitch, “well, I can’t promise what’ll happen to ya, but unlike your teachers, I don’t play by the rules. You got that?”

Straightening himself back out, Billy pretends to start walking away before he adds, “Oh, and if you pick on my kid sister ever again, I will know. Just remember that, uh, Troy was it?”

The kid nods dumbly, literally vibrating with something like fear, and Billy can say he’s pretty satisfied with that. He pats the kid on the shoulder, a touch so gentle it wouldn’t’ve hurt a fly, and notably couldn’t get him in any trouble, but the little shit scampers off, three other puffy head bullies trailing after him.

Everyone sees it happen, Billy with his nasty smirk and his distinguishably high-schooler way of carrying himself, Troy running for the hills in the other direction. He leaves feeling like his point has been thoroughly proven.

It isn’t easy to make Maxine Mayfield cry, but it’s even harder to get away with it, and Billy knows it won’t be a problem from now on.

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notmrskennedy · 5 years ago

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Professor, pt 1

A/N - so i heard from like four of you which is enough to warrant me posting drafts that weren’t supposed to see the light of day - ANYWAY this was originally written in third person and let me tell you it takes a ridiculous amount of effort to change tenses like holy hell.

(Technically the prequel Friendliness but can stand alone if you really want it to. There’s a part two to this so watch out for that tomorrow.)

Summary - Spencer meets a professor and falls in love for a few hours

W/C - 2k

Warnings - none-ish? there’s a small smattering of violence and horrible changing of the tenses

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Spencer can’t help the irony that he’s in a freshman college class for the first time ever while protecting one of the students. Who knew that a tiny club of DnD players could incite so much rage out of an un-sub? So here he was, trying to blend in—even though he’s 25, he still looks 14 and there’s really no real reason why he should be worried about being caught—in order to protect a freshman who was more pimple than male specimen.

Joesph—the poor kid in question—takes a seat in the front row and Spencer’s obligated to sit within tackling distance, though he hopes it won’t come to that. Hopefully, Morgan will have the kid the un-sub goes for and Spencer can just enjoy being in college again. The painfully familiar auditorium seats, the stale air, and bad fluorescents feel more like home than he cares to admit.

College hadn’t been all too unpleasant. High school he’d gotten picked on mercilessly. College, however, had meant getting doted on by hot sorority girls and earning the protection of frat boys—they’d picked up rather quickly that he knew football strategy better than they did after Spencer had hustled a TV and 400 dollars from them. Sure, he didn’t drink, but every single drunk teenager had welcomed him with open arms and lots of ginger ale.

There’s chatter and for the ten minutes before class starts, Spencer is torn between trying to figure out which song is quietly playing around the room and watching for a particularly rage-filled college student serial killer. Instead, he just finds too many bored faces. Most of the kids are drinking coffee like the best of them and he’s itching for his next fix just looking at it.

The first two rows: a terrible vantage point to be profiling, but a beautifully defensible post. He watches absently as one of the TAs, who looks a little younger than him, organizes three stacks of papers on the front desk and flips through several different pages on the podium. His attention is focused solely on you for nearly a minute too long—he can hear the voice in his head chastising him for how often he gets distracted by pretty people.

You look of the fragile sort, the in-the-lab kind of future scientist. There’s something about you that’s captivating. It might be the way you keep reorganizing the papers to perfection or maybe it’s the way you study the room so closely. And while he thinks that you might not be able to physically stop someone, you sure look like the kind of person that could crush him in chess.

He’s 25 and is considering chess as a marriage proposal.

Joesph shuffles his books around in the seat in front of Spencer and you, the beautiful TA in question, hold a watch up as you move to the centre of the room. Class is starting. Class is starting and he’s hopeful the professor never actually shows up.

He notices your watch is on your right wrist—are you left handed?—as you smile widely and clap her hands together. First day jitters seem to keep everyone silent, waiting on baited breath for you to start. Spencer would stay on baited breath for the rest of his life for you. You were utterly captivating after all—he could see the drool from several students’ mouths a few seats over.

“This is Anthropology 101,” you announce. “If this isn’t your class, you’re free to leave. Or stay if you want. Did you guys know that anxiety disorders affect more than 40 million US adults? Or 1 in 5, I guess, if you want the easier pill to swallow.”

Spencer’s heart jumps into his throat and he wants to raise his hand just to ask you to marry him.

“Anyway,” you sigh, leaning back agains the front desk, “I spit out a lot of facts. Usually something that begins with ‘did you know’ won’t be on the tests. I try to be fair. Which brings us to ice breakers.”

The class collectively groans. You scoff.

“Oh hush, I’m the only one doing the ice breakers so chill out. Jeez.” Spencer waits patiently for your soft breath and then your further announcement of, “I’m officially Dr. Y/N Y/L/N, but that’s like only if my boss comes in or for any emails you send. You can call me Y/N because that’s like normal. I got my doctorate in forensic anthropology a year ago and I’ve been teaching since I started grad school three years ago. You’re in safe hands, I promise.”

He almost kicks himself. You’re the professor. How many times had he been nearly kicked out of a classroom when he was in grad school for saying he was the professor? How many times had he been 18 and trying to get an ounce of respect for himself?

You continue, waving your hands about like you could pull your ideas back down to earth. “Um—a fun fact about me is that I am not welcome in certain parts of the world for ‘violating’ what are called exhumation laws, which is silly in my opinion. I had the legal right to carry that head on the plane and—and I hope you did the reading because there’s a first day pop quiz.”

The entire class lets out one simultaneous frustrated whine that alights something almost wicked in your eyes. You wave over two students from the other end of the front row and they begin passing out test papers as you explain.

“You’ll have a total of fifteen minutes to answer ten questions. We’ll start on my mark. If you have any trouble, give me a shout and I’ll help you out. After this, we’ll go over the syllabus and if you’re lucky, leave early.”

Spencer’s passed a test and immediately notices there’s no place for a name. Just a bolded “Student #21” at the top. Another girl raises the question and you snicker. “I like puzzles,” is the only answer you give before the time starts.

Question four: what are the top three songs you’ve been listening to? Please list.

Question six: why are you taking this class?

A: This is a requirement

B: I heard it was easy

C: I heard the professor was hot

D: I really enjoy anthropology! (liar)

Question nine: Creationism or Evolution?

Question ten: Quickly. If you were going to have dinner, would it be with Bill or Hillary Clinton?

Spencer can’t hide the grin he’s got the entire test. It’s all ridiculous get-to-know-you questions. He can tell what merit you’re getting out of them. There’s one judging study habits, one judging religion, feminism, politics—you’ve created her own little innocuous questionnaire. Spencer was sure the students would just think you were strange, but he saw the cleverness.

Spencer also notices that once you notice him, you don’t stop noticing him. He wonders what you see. You’re so obviously profiling him that it hurts. Do you see the FBI agent? The scholar? The doctor? The drug addict? The man in a boy’s skin?

Your timer beeps and you shout for pencils down. Your makeshift TAs are dispatched to collect the papers and you make the stacks perfect when they make it to the desk. You move to the whiteboard, a set of papers clutched in your hand, and lean against it to address the class.

“Test go alright?” your grin is contagious and Spencer can’t help but mirror it. You glance at Spencer, turns back to the class, and tuck your hair behind your ear. You let the class chatter on for a moment, setting the papers down on the table, and readjust the undone cuffs of your white button down. He never thought that a sweater vest and jeans could look so hot.

You smirk and check your watch one more time. “Let’s talk about tests because I know you all have questions. Everything on the test is either written on the board, on the notes, or in the study guide—if you fail after that, come to office hours. I’ve got Advil for the hangovers.”

Thankfully, Joesph is one of those students who has to speak to every single one of his professors. Spencer waits patiently behind the kid, trying to keep the smell from the lack of deodorant just out of range.

He keeps a hard gaze on all of the students moving in and out of the auditorium. There’s nothing to see, just a lot of students with a lot of normal college apathy. No anger, no serial killer, no one to tackle.

“Sometimes the BO is worse than a corpse’s expulsion of gas,” you joke from your place atop the desk. Spencer looks up, and furrows his eyebrows as his brain processes. Your face falls for a split second, but your curiosity replaces it just as quickly. Joesph’s jaw hits the floor, stumbling for some way to explain himself or maybe some half decent way to insult the pretty professor.

Spencer laughs, probably a little more than he should have, considering he wasn’t supposed to out himself as an FBI agent. You tuck your hair behind your ear again and, for someone younger than 25, you are surprisingly wide eyed with perception and curiosity.

“Do you like puzzles, Doctor—“

“Reid,” he supplies, trying to swallow around the lump in his throat. “Spencer.”

You raise an eyebrow, chewing on your bottom lip in contemplation. You turn your focus back to Joesph—a boy worse at talking to those scoring higher than an 8 than Spencer was at the same age. “So, Joesph, why does the good doctor need to be within tackling distance of you?”

Joesph flounders, turns to hide his blush, and yelps like God himself has come down to kick him in the ass. Spencer takes one good look at the 18 year old girl charging towards a pimple of a boy and he launches before he can give much consideration to how much its going to hurt.

But between the noticing and the launching, he makes a list: she’s got so much black eyeliner that Emily’s high school yearbook photos would be jealous; she’s about to inflict about a 9 on the pain scale if she’s left to her plan; there’s obviously no plan other to scratch Joesph’s eyes out; her nails are the size of tiger claws and Spencer desperately wishes he had a better pain tolerance; there’s no weapon.

The tackle takes seconds. It’s a practised movement. Roll. Knee. Handcuffs. The girl is screaming and crying and kicking and biting. His arm’s on fire and she’s struggling enough that it’s taking more than ten seconds to get the handcuffs on.

It’s calculated as he presses his knee harder into her back. She yelps and stills long enough that Spencer closes the handcuffs on her tiny, sliced up wrists. The cutting explains some things…

“Hence the tackling distance,” You sum up, bending down just slightly to look the killer in the face. Your nose wrinkles. “You had very distinct ideas on the cultural value of suicide.”

Spencer shakes his head, hauls the girl to her feet, and beckons for Joesph to follow. The entire world falls out of view as he manhandles the girl into an easy walk. The students step to the side to gawk, and he’s thankful for the wide berth. If someone got hurt, the paperwork alone—

“It was nice meeting you, Dr. Reid!” you call and he glances back over his shoulder. You’re waving around the stack of papers in your arms, utterly ridiculous, terribly adorable. He hopes his smile is more suave than love sick, but the fleeting flirtation is especially over when Miss Unchecked Rage kicks out as Joesph comes into her line of sight.

Spencer throws his whole weight into keeping her down. There’s no room to fall in love after a day. Especially with someone on a college campus halfway across the country from him. There’s even less room to manoeuvre Miss Eyeliner even without Joesph waddling into her eye line every few seconds. Seriously, he thinks, how hard is it to keep behind me?

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amor-immortalem · 4 years ago

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My Adoring Fan Chapter 8

chapter 7

Arella was busying herself with housework that needed to be done. From picking up scattered toys that their youngest hadn’t put away before his brother had taken him out for the day to finishing up laundry from the previous night- she needed something to do to distract herself from worrying too much about her husband. It was just one of his bad days where he couldn’t focus on things very well and the world just didn’t feel real to him. He had moved past the incident that brought their oldest child into their life but the effects of the trauma he endured still plagued him from time to time. It was rare for an episode to be this bad however. He hadn’t had one on this scale since their twins were four. He would get better in a few days; all he needed was rest.

As she turned to pull the clothes out of the dryer, she could hear her phone ringing. Reading the caller id, she sighed as she picked up.

“Azalea, you had better be ringing me for a nonsense reason and not because you’re in Lord Diavolo’s office and I need to come down to get you.” Arella said in a whisper. With the condition he was in today, the last thing she wanted was Mammon hearing her and getting himself worked up.

“Well... at least I’m not in the office this time... but I did get kicked outta homeroom.” The girl said. “Can ya come pick us up... please?”

“Who is ‘us’, darling?”

“Me, ’Relius, Max, and Zulima. We had a good reason this time, Mum, I promise.”

“I’ll be there in a few minutes. Let me see if Dad needs anything and then I’ll be on my way.” After they said goodbye and hung up, Arella stared at her phone. “My stars, I wonder what happened for Aurelius, Max, and Zulima to get kicked out of class as well.” She went into the bedroom to check on her husband. “I have to go get the twins, Zulima, and Max from RAD. Do you need anything before I leave?” She asks as she rubs his shoulder.

Mammon only shakes his head as he looks at the clock. “It’s 8:30 in the morning. What the hell happened?” He starts to sit up but Arella just places a hand on his chest.

“Just stay in bed and rest, Dear. I don’t know what happened exactly, but I’ll handle it when I find out, okay?”

“Fine.” He lets out a sigh. “Let me know when you find out, please.”

“I will. I’ll see you in a bit. I love you.”

“Love ya too, Treasure. Drive safely.”

After that brief exchange, Arella grabbed the keys and left for RAD.

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“So, I want you to tell me exactly what got the four of you kicked out.” Arella asks as she drives them back to their home. “And no lies, please.”

“Well,” Azalea started wondering where exactly she should start, “It all started when I came into class a half-hour late... apparently the old hag took exception ta that. She called me out on bein’ late ‘n I mouthed back ‘n next thing ya know she’s calling me a brat ‘n stupid ‘n forgetful ‘n a delinquent ‘n spoiled- which ta be fair, she’s not wrong ‘bout some of that stuff... but then she took it a step further by callin’ me a half-breed ‘n tryin’ ta take my cane claimin’ it was a weapon so I couldn’t have it on my person ‘cuz -ya know- all the fights ‘n shit I get inta.”

“And then when we tried to stand up for ‘Zay,” Zulima began, “She turned her sights on us.”

“She called us trash and abominations on top of calling us that stupid slur too.” Aurelius leans his head against the passenger side window.

“She said she’s going to write all four of us up saying it was her word against ours so it’s probably going to be wildly fabricated.” Max says as she wrapped her arms around herself. “I have most of the exchange recorded, if you want to listen to it Mrs. Morningstar.”

“I would love to hear it, Max, thank you.” Arella stopped the car, having arrived at home. “We’ll listen to it now.” Max pulled out her D.D.D. and played back the audio. About half way through, Arella’s jaw dropped in surprise. “And she speaks to the three of you this way on a regular basis?” The three half-demons nodded. “And what about you, Max?”

“This is the first time she’s ever said anything like this to me.” The human frowned.

“And it’ll be the last time too if I have anything to do with it. Azalea, is this why you were always late to your homeroom hour last term, honey?”

“Yeah,” she nodded. “I’m tired of bein’ berated ‘n called slurs and insults for an hour... I bet if she was the teacher in any of m’classes, I would have flunked them...”

“We all are,” Zulima says as she hugged herself tighter. “And whenever we try to defend ourselves or each other, she takes it out on us in the one other class we have with her. She almost failed me in world language claiming an airhead like me couldn’t have written such a high-level thesis in Latin of all languages, Auntie. I worked so hard with Uncle Satan on that thesis too! I felt so horrible.”

“And me in potions as well,” Max sighed. “And she gave me the wrong ingredients so I would be assured to fail.”

“I was this close,” Aurelius pinches his fingers together as he talks, “to flunking her Curses and Hexes course last term. I’m telling you, Mum, she’s an absolute witch of a demon. I think if Lord Diavolo hadn’t looked into it himself after I talked with Uncle Lucifer that I would have failed. Her excuse was that when it came to the end of term exam, mine was the last that she graded and she ‘accidentally’ used the wrong key.”

Arella had a look of realization on her face. “I know exactly who this teacher is. She absolutely hated me and your father. She was our curses and hexes teacher too.” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “She never did anything too extreme because we shared a class with three of your uncles and if word ever got back to Uncle Lucifer, she knew there would be hell to pay.”

“So she takes it out on us because of you and Dad?” Aurelius looks over at his mother. “That’s pretty shitty.”

“Not to mention, she’s a racist and a xenophobe on top of it all,” Zulima growled in disgust. “How ugly.”

“Let’s go in now. Please be quiet when you walk in. Dad’s having one of his episodes and it's really bad this time so let him rest. I’ll make lunch in a bit.”

All of the kids nodded as they got out and headed into the house. Immediately Azalea pulled max around giving her a tour of the house while Zulima went up to Azalea’s room to make herself comfortable and wait for Aurelius to stop by his room to grab some spell books so the three of them could work on their magical studies together since there wasn’t really anything else to do.

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As the house tour came to a close Max and Azalea climbed the stairs headed up to the second level where the bedrooms were located.

“You’re having a much better time with the stairs now; I’m starting to notice.” Max says quietly.

“Yeah, I still have trouble with the ones in my room though. With these, the steps are more closed off where the ones in my room have that opening between each step, ya know? With these types of stairs, I can jus’ slide my foot forward until it hits the base of the next step and that way, I can know how far my foot is out and whether it's safe ta step up without bein’ afraid I might slip.”

The human nodded. “Yeah, I get it. Makes sense.”

As they passed through the hall and by Azalea’s parents’ room, Mammon called out to her. “’Zalea come in here please. I wanna talk to ya ‘bout what happened at school.”

“Are ya sure? I know yer havin’ one of them bad days...”

“It’s fine. C’mere please.” Mammon says as he sits up on the bed and runs a hand through his hair.

Max hands Azalea her D.D.D. figuring Mammon might want to hear what was said before heading straight down the to her girlfriend’s room where the other two teens were waiting on them.

“Please tell me you didn’t get yourself and the others kicked out of class because of a fight.” The demon asks as his daughter climbs up next to him on the bed.

“I didn’t. Not this time. The teacher just had a stick up her ass ‘cuz I was late for homeroom... And then things escalated from there. Ta be fair, I kinda had some fault in it ‘cuz I got mouthy with ‘er but still she said somethings... And she then told me ta get outta her class... The others stood up for me ‘n that’s why they got kicked out too.”

“What kinda things?”

“It’s easier if I jus’ play the audio Max took of the exchange.” The half-demon unlocks the phone and plays the audio for her father. She watches him carefully just to see his reaction. It’s not any different from her mother’s except she can feel anger rising within him.

“I can’t believe she’s still workin’ for the school... If I’m rememberin’ her voice correctly, I know exactly who that is and she was decrepit when yer uncles and I were students there. There wasn’t nothin’ I could do right with ‘er. And this has been every day since ya entered this year?” Azalea only nods at his question. “I’m sorry ya gotta go through that, kiddo. We’ll take care of this for ya. Ya know none of that horrible stuff she said ‘bout y’all is true, right?”

“Yeah... but it still bites when people say it.” Azalea leans her head on Mammon’s chest, tucking herself up under his arm as he pulls her into a side hug. “Like all we’ve ever done is just exist and both demons and humans won’t even let us do that! There’s always somethin’ they got a problem with! It's unfair. We’re not demon enough to live here in the Devildom and not human enough to live in the human world. It’s like we don’t belong in either realm. Like we don’t get to be.... happy.”

Mammon would only hug his daughter tighter as he tucked her head under her chin. He wanted things to be different. It always broke his heart to hear his own children- even his nieces and nephews- talk like this. It all stemmed from the oldest generation of demons too- the ones that had existed even before he and his brothers had lost the war, fell from grace, and became demons. The ones that remembered what it was like long before Diavolo started pushing for peace between the three realms, long before the exchange program. Just like the humans they looked down upon, they were just as resistant to change, passing down their ideology to their offspring and so on and so forth as time went on. And the Devildom was doing just that- changing in many ways. From the exchange program that started over 20 years ago that was still going to this day to the advances in technology that put them on par with the human world... as much as the elderly demons might protest it, they couldn’t stop it. Once they all had kicked the bucket, the Avatar of Greed hoped things would get better. They had to.

And the youngest generation was proof of this- unpoisoned by their great grandparents’ and grandparents’ beliefs, Mammon could see how eager they were to accept the changes and the fact that half demons were becoming more frequent among the Devildom's elite- even if his kids themselves couldn’t see it themselves just yet.

As they sat in silence, the demon began purring- not in a way that showed contentment, but rather a deep rumbling purr that resonated through his chest that was often used when a demon was comforting themselves or their young when they were hurt or scared or ill or just upset in anyway shape or form. For his children, it often calmed them enough to put them to sleep for at least a few hours- more if they were sick and needed the rest. It always worked most for Azalea even back when she a baby, especially when she was this worked up and upset about something. He misses those days. The days when the twins and even Cyrus weren’t yet aware of things like racism or discrimination or hatred. Part of Mammon wishes all three of them could have just stayed that age forever.

As the half-demon was falling asleep, she tucked herself closer to her father mumbling a soft “Love you, Papa...” before she was out completely.

“Love ya too, my little Magpie.” He smiles softly before yawning and settling back down for a nap himself.

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descendantofthesparrow · 4 years ago

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Shuffle Playlist - Rewrite - Part of Your World - Harry Hook x Reader - Part 15 - Sleepy mornings and try outs

*this is pretty much just a filler chapter srry if its boring*

You woke up to the sound of your alarm going off, Harry groaning into your neck as you smacked it to make it shut up. You peeled open your eyes, letting out a harsh breath as the sun just barely peeked through the shut curtains. “what time-“ you glanced at the alarm clock, harry yelping as you suddenly sat up and knocked him off your torso “WHAT THE FUCK ITS 9 AM?!”

You tried to remember what time you and harry had gone to take your nap…you got back to your room at like, 1:20 pm, Harry took a thirty-minute bath, it was twenty minutes doing his nails and-2:10pm that’s when you and Harry went down soo that was…19 fucking hours of sleep holy shit.

“What's wrong?” Harry's groggy voice finally broke through your bewilderment. You turned and let out a soft sigh, smiling at his slightly grumpy look, his eyes almost completely closed and his hair a fluffy mess.

“We slept for nineteen hours hun” you chuckled, bursting out into laughter as Harry just stared at you for a moment and then pushed his head into your pillow and tried to pull the blanket over his face. “Harry no, we have to get up, we missed lunch and dinner, we need to eat” you pulled back the blanket, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek “Come on”

He made a grumbled complaint but obeyed, slowly sitting up only to rest his cheek on your shoulder and lean heavily into you. You rolled your eyes with a fond smile on your face as his arms wrapped around your waist and tugged you into him “Yes yes I know, cuddles are great, but Saturday pancakes are even better” he peaked up at you again and seemed to consider your bribe before closing his eyes again and tightening his grip. “Alright, then I guess I’m going to breakfast alone and leaving you here in this warm bed that’s going to turn cold without me here to cuddle you~” Harry groaned and finally sat up, pouting as he dragged his feet to his room to get dressed “Thank you!”

He let out a small grumble and opened your door, shaking his head to wake himself up more. The door closed behind him as he stepped out and you jumped off your bed to get dressed.

You decided on a comfy red long-sleeved shirt that you had also commandeered from Harry a few weeks back, your most comfortable pair of jeans, and some black sneakers.

You freshened up in your bathroom and sighed, grabbing your key to lock your door when you saw a note on your corkboard. You walked closer to it and took it off the board, holding it close to read.

-Thank you for helping me design yours, Harry’s, and Gil’s outfits, it saved me a lot of brainpower I needed for other things :3

-Evie <3-

You smiled and set the note on your desk, grabbing your bag and checking inside, nodding as you spotted your sketchbook, pencil, eraser, and some snacks inside. You grabbed your phone from your desk and walked out of your room.

As you locked your door you heard Harry's dorm room door open and close, arms wrapping around your waist moments later “Hi love” you hummed, turning in Harry's grip and pecking his nose, smiling at the small grin that came from your affection “Come on, let's go get some food, we need the energy for today” He gave you an odd look before he remembered

“oh, righ’ cotillion” he grumbled, hands sliding up your waist and trailing down your arms, intertwining his fingers with yours. You squeezed his hand and walked down the halls with him, humming to yourself as you walked towards the cafeteria.

“So how are you feeling today?” Harry thought for a moment, rolling his shoulders and tensing his arms, then shrugged.

“Not sore anymore, I think the bath helped with tha’” you nodded in relief.

“That’s good, I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable the entire day, soreness is not good for dancing” Harry rolled his eyes at that and snorted.

“Yes, because that’s all I’m goin’ ta do, dance” you gently pinched his arm with your free hand “oi!” you snickered at the noise he made and pushed open the cafeteria doors, the smell of pancakes, waffles, French toast, eggs, bacon, and many other breakfast foods invading your senses.

“Yum,” you hummed, squeezing Harry's hand one last time before moving to get in line for your food “find a table for us?” Harry nodded and looked around, spotting the vks sitting around a large rectangle table with two more spots open. He walked towards it and plopped down next to Carlos, who shifted to the side a bit to give harry a bit more room.

“morning~” Evie sang, giggling a bit as Harry crossed his arms on the table and laid his head down on them “oh someone’s sleepy~”

Harry just grunted and lifted one of his arms from below his head and placed it over his face, hiding the light from his eyes. “I haven’t seen you or (y/n) since the talk…where the heck have you been?” Jay asked through a stick of French toast, reaching forward and poking at Harry's bedhead.

“When I went to go drop off (y/n)s dress they were asleep…I think It was like, four-thirty? So, I think they’ve just been sleeping the entire time” Evie laughed, turning and smiling as you passed around the table and set a tray in front of Harry and sitting down across from him. Harry parked up, licking his lips as he looked at his pancakes, sunny side up eggs, bacon, and strawberries. “so, where have you two been for the last day?”

You snorted, facepalming a bit “we slept for nineteen fucking hours Eve” the table stared at you in shock as they snickered at the absurdity of your words “I know I know, but one moment it was two-thirty the next it was nine am”

Carlos sighed, shaking his head “you two are not going to be able to sleep for two days” Harry grunted through his fork as you rolled your eyes.

“Whatever, I have a fucked-up sleep schedule anyway not like that’s going to do me any worse” Harry snorted at that, pausing the inhaling of his food and gulping down his apple juice.

Evie clicked her tongue in disapproval and stood, taking her empty tray with her “I bet you’re happy that summer vacation is soon, then you can sleep till your heart's content without missing class” you grinned at her as she walked away towards the trash cans.

“When’s summer vacation start again?” Gil asked, shoving a hard-boiled egg in his mouth, nodding as Carlos answered for him.

“Monday, I think yesterday was the last day of school but I think we were all a little busy doing something else heh” you hummed, tapping your finger on your cheek.

“I think yesterday was a start of a three-day weekend, FG said something about letting everyone get a day of rest before cotillion” Carlos squinted a bit and nodded.

“Yeah, I think I remember her saying something like that, well, at least we won't get in trouble for missing algebra” the table snickered a bit, Harry pushing his empty try towards you and laying his head back down on his arms. “Geez you two sleep for nineteen hours and he’s still tired.”

“Well, I don’t think he slept on the isle, plus sleeping too much can make you even more tired, Harry come on, you can’t go back to sleep” you shoved at his shoulders, giving him a soft smile as he glared at you “I’m sorry love, I’ll get you some coffee from the café how bout that?” he kept glaring for another moment before it softened.

“Mocha-Caramel frappe” he flopped his head back down and his shoulders rose and sank in a quick motion.

You stared at him for a moment before looking at the others “those don’t have a lot of caffeine, right?” Mal shook her head “okay you answered that way too quickly” she snorted and smiled at you.

“Just order with an extra shot of espresso, that’ll keep him for the day and through cotillion” You mentally noted that and thanked Mal, turning back to Harry and pushing at his shoulder.

“Harry, come on, go with Gil to the amphitheater, I apparently have some people to watch try out for the team” he let out another grumble, pouting as Gil stood from the table, handed you his tray, and hoisted Harry from his seat, carrying him in a fireman's hold before Harry forced Gil to put him down. You giggled as Harry grumpily made his way to the amphitheater with Gil just behind him, hopefully preventing Harry from running back to your room to get more sleep.

“When did you learn ‘bout the new ones?” Jay asked through a mouthful of waffles, swallowing them down with cafeteria coffee.

“When I woke up to a text from Fergus, get this, we have ten people who signed up for the team” Jay and Carlos’ jaws dropped “I know right?”

“Probably cuz you kicked off Chad, right?” Mal guessed, popping her last strawberry in her mouth and laughing as you winked at her.

“yep, I’m fully betting on that” you took yours, Harry’s, and Gil’s empty trays and walked towards the trash can, raising your brow as you saw Evie was still standing there, now talking to some of the girls who had gotten their dresses asking styling questions.

“oh, I would do a natural look with some rouge lips, it would make your eyes and dress pop a bit more” Sophia; Robin Hood’s daughter, nodded and pulled out her phone, going to look up make-up references before you pulled Evie away.

“Sorry girls, I’ll be stealing the princess now” the others whined as you set your trays on top of the can and pulled Evie by her arm back towards the vks.

Evie let out a sigh of relief and slumped against you “thank you (y/n)! I would have been stuck there for ages! I love helping style but I’m still not fully awake and ready to deal with all that” you hummed in response and let go of Evie as you arrived back at the VK table.

“alright I’ll see you guys later, I gotta go look at R.O.A.R tryouts” the four VKs nodded and engaged in their own conversation.

You spun on your heel and walked out of the cafeteria building, making your way back towards the main school to get to the amphitheater inside. Passing by a couple of students who were grabbing the last of their school supplies before summer vacation started.

You pushed the doors to the amphitheater open and nodded to the group that was standing just to the side of the main ring, they nodded back and you walked over to Harry, Gil, and coach, the latter handing you a clipboard with the names of the those who were trying out.

Amra Triton

Raven Loxley

Kuzo Emporia (made up last name don’t come for me)

Ellie DunBroch

Alvin Oldenburg

Yuan Yao

Adrian Liddell

Tyron Maldon

Eva Fitzherbert

Pax Darling

You nodded to yourself as you looked over the names, you glanced up from the clipboard and let out a piercing whistle, the new recruits immediately falling into line. “alright! We’re gonna do this tournament style! The last one standing gets the spot! Any cheating and you’re permanently banned from even trying out for the team. Line up just in front of the boxes, two lines please!”

The recruits obeyed and lined up, two lines of five in front of you.

You started to call the match.

“Ressembler!”

“salute”

“lower the point”

“masks down”

“en garde!”

You waited a few tense moments before letting out another whistle, the chaos of the fight almost immediately deafening the room. Ellie quickly took out two others, flipping over Pax and landing behind them, spinning on her heel and smacking their butt. Pax quickly spun around and blocked another swing of Ellie's sword, the two quickly delving into their own match.

You looked over at Tyron and Yuan, the latter of the two easily kicking the former's ass. Tyron let out a yelp as he fell to the floor, sword sliding across the ring and hitting the wall.

“Tyron; out! Stand behind the line!” the teen smiled at Yuan and hopped up from the ground, jogging over to the line that was behind you and coach and continuing to watch the mini-tournament.

Amra and Adrian’s swords were flung out of their hands, coach quickly calling them out of the ring. They moved to stand by Tyron and watched the rest with rapt excitement.

Ellie finally managed to disarm Pax and caught the sword she had sent flying with her free hand. Pax let out a sigh and ran over to the others who had been called out.

Ellie turned to Raven and the two immediately began to clash swords, the others still in the match stopping for a moment to watch with wide eyes as the two girls easily matched the skill of the other and blocked and parried so hard the blades shook.

Eva took the chance of the distraction and took Kuzo out of the match, the latter pouting as they stomped over to the others.

It was down to five; you let out another whistle, making them split apart and stand at attention.

“stand around the blocks and wait for the signal” once more they obeyed and stood around the ring, just next to the parkour blocks.

You and Gil watched with rapt attention as the last five started at each other with giddy looks, Eva and Ellie flipping their blades to release some of their energy.

You let out another whistle, laughing a bit as Ellie launched herself at Alvin and took him down within seconds. The boy huffed to himself and scooted out of the ring, sitting crisscross on the floor and leaning back on his palms with a grin.

Now only four left, it was two versus two for a moment before Yuan kicked Eva out of the ring, leaving just the three girls to battle for the spot on the team.

Ellie jumped back as Yuan swung at her, the latter blocking a stab from Raven in a swift motion before spinning into a crouch and kicking Raven's feet out from under her. Yuan kicked Raven’s sword away and ran towards Ellie as Raven was pulled out of the ring.

“last two” Gil muttered to harry, mentally wishing he had popcorn, this was better than those action movies Ben had shown them. Harry let out a low grunt, while the fight was exciting, he was still pretty tired and was just wanting to go back to bed until cotillion.

Ellie and Yuan quickly clashed swords, the two evenly matched as they danced around each other.

Swing, parry, block, thrust forward, block, flip over parkour block, parry, swing, miss, flip, block, repeat.

Then, at last, Yuan’s foot slid just a bit more than she was meaning to and Ellie took the chance, placing her foot behind Yuan’s and sliding it back, throwing Yuan’s balance off.

Ellie ducked under Yuan’s arm and hoisted her up, flipping her over her shoulder and slamming her into the ground.

“call it!” Coach yelled out, the two girls halted in their fight and stared at each other, their chests heaving with heavy breaths.

You walked into the ring, holding out your hand to Ellie who grinned and eagerly took it “congrats Ellie, welcome to the team!”

The others who had been defeated cheered and walked over, ruffling Ellie's hair and congratulating her “and great job to the rest of you, if there's ever another spot open, I want you all to try out again!”

They call cheered in agreement, setting down their gear and walking over to coach as he called them over.

You walked over to Harry and cupped his face, tilting his head up to you and smiling at him “hey sleepy baby, how bout that mocha-caramel frappe now hm?” he gave a soft smile and nodded, grabbing onto your offered hand and pulling himself up, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and leaning towards the doors “Okay okay we’re going, see you guys!”

Ellie and the others waved back before turning back to coach.

You, Harry, and Gil walked out of the school and headed to the campus café.

It was only two hours to Cotillion. And Uma was pacing around Ben’s room, she had spelled the king only 10 minutes before, but now she had to wait the two hours till 6 pm to even do anything, lest anybody get suspicious.

Luckily Ben had let her stay in his room at the castle and informed everyone that his room was not to be entered till after cotillion. Possibly; that it could have also created suspicion but Uma was not aware of Ben's habits enough to know that it would or not.

But she would have her revenge on Auradon, and do what had been promised 5 months ago.

The barrier would come down.

And Harry and Gil would regret betraying her.

-end part 15-

Srry again if this one was boring but at least it ended interesting?? Anyway, cotillion starts next chapter!

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warren-lauren · 5 years ago

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Lessons in love... 80′sProfessor!Brian May x Student!reader pt1

WARNINGS: swearing, student/teacher relationship, age gap

>Part 2>

Starting the school year by being late on your first day was not how you wanted to start, but alas, here you were already in the bad books with your; let's not lie, gorgeous, professor. After three years of having classes in the same rooms, or near one another, you were taken off guard when you discovered at the last minute your 'Physics' class was at the other end of the building. It required you to run, and fast.

'If you can't be here on time, then don't be here at all.'

Professor May did all he could to ignore you, only ever picking you out of the crowd to humiliate you (which you strangely enjoyed) and to try and catch you out with trick questions. It had been a hard three months but you'd made it to December which meant half of the month you were technically allowed to be drunk.

You stared up at the man in front of you with an open mouth, unable to believe what you were seeing. In a tight black tank top and tight jeans, a couple of necklaces around his neck and a few rings adoring his fingers with his dark curls unruly, looking even more gorgeous than when he's stood up at the front of class, was Professor Brian May.

When your flat mate dragged you out one night before you welcomed the new year in, you were reluctant. You rather be studying, if you were being honest, but your friend wasn't having your excuses and dragged you out behind her.

Then when you saw who was playing guitar and singing backup vocals in the band playing in the bar you were taken to, you were even more reluctant. And perhaps a little horny.

Your friends hadn't a clue who he was, having never seen Professor May so they just thought he was the sexy guitarist. I mean, he was but he was Professor May.

"I need a drink!" You called out to your friend as the band finished.

Your friends answered back with something about talking to the band. That was the last thing on your mind, talking to your sexy Physics teacher after drinking alcohol and having stared at him all night.

"So, you rather be studying tonight?" You let out a startled gasp, looking over your shoulder. "Hello, Miss Y/L/N," Professor May smirked at you as he leaned on the bar beside you.

"H-Hello, Professor May," You whispered, finding yourself nervous as you looked up at him.

He let out a little chuckle before turning to catch the bar tenders attention. "I think you can call me, Brian, just this once, Y/N."

Your breath caught in your throat, hearing your name leave his mouth. You'd never heard him say your name before, it was always 'Miss Y/L/N'. "But, sir-"

"I won't tell, if you don't." He sent you a playful wink before ordering the two of you a drink. "Your friends were saying they had to drag you out, away from your books."

You nodded with a gulp, looking away from him and down to the drink now in your hand. "Much rather be at home right now." You sighed.

"Sorry to be such a bore," Brian chuckled.

You shook your head panicking. "Oh, no, I didn't mean-"

"It's fine, love, I was only teasing," He winked at you making you blush. "I didn't take you as someone who'd choose my boring lectures over boys and drinking." He chuckled.

You frowned, "Believe it or not, Brian, but I take my studies seriously." You turned away from him.

Brian let out a heavy sigh, stepping a little closer to you. "Yes, I can see that from your grades, Y/N."

Your frown stayed on your face as you looked back to him. "So why are you so mean to me, then?" You pouted.

Brian smirked, rather enjoying the way you were behaving. "I'm not mean, love," He licked his lips and leaned in closer to you, pressing his lips against your ear. "I'm hard." He whispered.

You gasped, taking a step back from him. He was smirking at you, his eyes filled with something new.

"I should be getting back to my friends." You spun around quickly, needing to get away from your seriously hot professor. You took a step forwards to rejoin friends but stopped, not seeing them anywhere. "Oh-"

Brian took a hold of your hand and began to lead you through the crowded bar as if he wasn't your pysics professor and you'd known each other all your lives. "C'mon, we'll ask Fred where they went."

You held your breath the whole time your hand was enclosed in Brian's. It should have felt wrong, but it didn't. It felt almost, exciting.

"Freddie," Brian called out as he walked up to his friend whom was surrounded by people.

Freddie turned his attention to Brian, briefly glancing to you. "And what can I do for you, darlin'?" He smiled brightly.

Brian smiled back at him, "Don't suppose you know where Y/N's friends have gone, do you?" He asked and looked down to you with a slight smile.

You felt your face heat up under his gaze, quickly moving your gaze down to your feet. It was just the alcohol.

Freddie looked at you once again, thinking for a moment before he nodded, "Yes, darlin'. I'm afraid they left, said you wouldn't mind because you'll be leaving for home soon." He gave you a slight sadened look.

You nodded, pulling your hand out if Brian's grip and pulled your small jacket tighter around yourself. "Oh, sure, right... I was, going to get off, so," You gave Freddie something of a smile before you excused your self. "I'll, see you later then." You gave Brian a curt nod before you left, quickly and embarrassed.

Brian's brows knitted together as he watched you wonder off, alone.

"Who was that, Bri?" Freddie asked as he stood by his friends side.

"Oh, hm, someone... Unexpected." He let out a soft sigh turning to his friend. "I'm gonna get off, Fred. Speak to you later." He said as he began to leave, not giving his friend chance to speak.

Your whole body shivered as you stood outside the pub, searching in your bag for your keys the best you could in the little to no light. Fuck, Lucy had them. You could cry. All you wanted was to go home and get into bed-

"Y/N?"

You looked up at the sound of that familiar and oddly calming voice. "Oh, Prof- Brian," You gave him a shy smile.

Brian let out a soft chuckle as he walked up to you, the door behind him shutting and leaving the two of you in near silence, the soft hum of the music from inside the pub the only thing you could hear.

"Everything okay, love?"

You nodded, glancing down to your bag before you let out a heavy sigh. "Actually, no, it's not." You frowned, "I have no bloody house keys thanks to my mate buggering off." You pouted with a little huff.

The corner of Brian's mouth quirked up, he really did like you this way, all sad and pouty, like you were begging to be taken care of. "Ah. I see." He nodded, slipping his hands into his pockets and took a quick look around. It was just the two of you. "Well, how I see it, you've got two options. One, go home and wait on the doorstep until your flat mate gets home."

You frowned up at him. "Like a cat, I don't think so." You scoffed making him smile. "What's option two?"

Brian let out a soft sigh and ran a hand over the back of his neck. "You, hmm, come back to mine until the morning."

You stared up at him, your Physics professor, with wide eyes. He couldn't be serious? "Oh, I-" You had no other option. "You won't get into trouble, will you?" You asked, looking up at him with big innocent eyes taking Brian by surprise.

He hadn't expected you to be worried about him getting into trouble. "Uh, no, love, I won't. We're not doing anything wrong, are we?" He smiled softly at you, making you blush once more. "C'mon, my car is just round the corner." He began to lead the way, not waiting for you to decide whether it was a good idea or not.

He wasn't being rude, he just needed to get some distance from you before he spent longer than a couple of hours with you in a small space.

The car ride to Brian's was filled with silence and the radio playing quietly. Brian noticed you were staring up at the night sky, softly muttering to yourself as you moved your head every now and then, and the tip of your index finger drew patterns on your bare legs. What were you doing?

"It's not much," Brian shrugged as he shut the front door behind the two of you.

You smiled to yourself as you looked across the large living space that was probably the same size of your flat your shared with Lucy. "If this isn't much then my flat is a shoe box." You let out a soft giggle turning back round to face Brian.

Brian let out a small chuckle, "Ah, student life." He sent you a wink before he walked off in front of you, thankfully missing the way you blushed and looked away. "Unfortunately, I only have one bedroom," He sighed as he walked over to one of the two doors on the right, "But, the sofa is actually very comfortable and I often fall asleep on the bloody thing anyway so, for tonight, my bed, is yours." He smiled at you as he pushed the bedroom door open for you.

"Oh," Was all you could manage as you walked into the room first.

You weren't surprised at all when you walked in. It was very him. The furniture was all dark colours, grown up, neatly kept, there was no clutter - everything had its place. You smiled as your eyes landed on a couple of books about space and other sciences, and there was a telescope set up too.

"Would you like something to sleep in?" Brian asked.

"Oh, hmm," You glanced down to your tight dress and nodded. "Please."

Brian smiled and pointed over to the wardrobe. "Help yourself to what like. I don't know what you girls like to sleep in so," He let out a nervous chuckle and turned to the bedroom door. "I'll just be, hmm, out here."

You nodded, waiting until Brian had left and shut the bedroom door before letting out the breath you'd been holding. This was insane. You kicked your heels off and moved over to the wardrobe, pulling it open to have a look at what you could put on.

You pulled out a plain white shirt that looked like it could be a nightie on you. You decided not to have a look for any bottoms knowing they wouldn't fit you. Professor May was a tall man, 6ft something definitely, his legs went on forever.

Once you had your dress pulled off, you took your bra off, hating to sleep in the thing and then slipped the shirt on. The thing came to your thighs, covering everything it needed to once you had it buttoned up. You grabbed a hair tie from your bag and tied your hair back, it really caring how it looked before you made a move for the bedroom door. You were nervous, Brian was going to have to see you like this.

"Hmm, Brian?" You Called our into the living room once you stepped out.

"Just a minute," He answered before stepping out of another door on the opposite side of the room. His eyes widened a little, "Oh, I- Yeah?" He cleared his throat.

You blushed as you looked down at your bare feet. "Am I okay to use the bathroom? Just, need to wash my face and, hmm, what have you."

Brian gulped, nodding. "That door there." He pointed to the door a little further down from you. "Towels and what have you, in the, hmm, cupboard, in... There... Hmm..." He turned back to the door he'd just come out of before looking back to you as you slowly made your way to the bathroom. "Would you like a drink? I've just put the kettle on."

You nodded, "Tea please, sir." You answered without thinking, opening and closing the door without looking back.

Brian walked into the kitchen as he let out a deep breath, closing his eyes. Fuck.

By the time you had washed off your make-up and calmed your nerves, Brian had made a cup of tea for the two of you and placed it on the coffee table. He was sat on the sofa when you emerged from the bathroom. His right leg was thrown over his left, his arms resting on the back of the sofa with his head back.

He sat up once you stepped back into the living room. "Hmm, wasn't sure if you took sugar so," He pushed the sugar and tea towards you on the coffee table.

"Oh," You nodded with a slight smile, moving over to sit beside him. "Thank you."

Brian shook his head with a soft smile. "It's fine."

You shook your head as you picked your mug up and stood from the sofa. "I'll leave you to-"

"Stay." Brian cleared his throat as he sat up . "I mean, you can stay out here, until you've finished." He blushed a little looking away from you.

"Oh," You nodded. "Okay." You smiled shyly as you sat back down beside him.

Silence settled between the pair of you as you sipped your tea. It wasn't as awkward as you expected it to be, must have been the alcohol.

"Do you hate me?"

Brian looked up to you, surprised by your question. "Why would you think I hate you?" He frowned, turning on the sofa so he could look at you.

You shrugged, pouting into your cup. "I don't know, you just, always seem to be mean to me. Nothing I do seems to be good enough for you. I try my hardest, that's why I didn't even want to go out tonight. I really want to do good, for you." You let out a heavy sigh.

For him? Brian's mouth slowly curled into a smile. He reached forwards and placed his tea back on to the coffee table, letting out a slow exhale. "Y/N, you're one of the most brightest people I have ever met. You have nothing to worry about. You shouldn't feel like you can't go out and enjoy yourself every now and then." He smiled, "I'm sorry if I've made you feel like you're not doing good enough, but, I only push you to be better, because I know you can."

You looked up to meet his gaze with a soft blush, your lips curling into your own smile. "Really? You don't hate me?"

Brian let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head causing his curls to bounce. "Certainly not, love." He smiled, "Quite the opposite."

You blushed even more. "Oh," You gulped looking down to your tea. "Well, what it's worth, I quite the opposite you too." You giggled.

Brian grinned with a nod. "Glad to hear it." He let out a heavy sigh as he glanced to the clock on the wall before looking to his tea on the coffee table. "Well, I don't know about you but I certainly won't be going to bed any time soon. Want something a little stronger to drink?" He asked with a soft smile.

You looked down at your half drank tea, biting your bottom lip as you looked up to his hazel eyes. "As long as you answer all my questions about you being in a band." You grinned at him, giggling as he let out an embarrassed groan.

"Okay, deal."

#Brian May #brianmay #Brian Harold May #Dr. Brian May #dr brian may #Professor Brian May x reader smut #80s brian may x reader #brian may x reader smut #80s brian may x reader smut #brian may smut #present day! brian may x reader smut #80s!brian may x reader smut #sexy brian may #80s brian may smut #professor brian may smut #Professor brian may x student reader #80s brian may x younger reader #queen

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ghost--houses · 5 years ago

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Untamed Fall Fest Day 25: Ghost

SongXiao, Modern Cultivators AU/Reincarnation?? AU ~700 words

"Well, say goodbye to me friends, my night hunting partner is Lan Wangji," Wei Wuxian says, sitting down at the dining hall table next to Jiang Cheng.

"What's wrong with Lan Wangji?" Xiao Xingchen asks.

"Nothing, Xingchen-ge. actually nothing, He is perfect. But he hates me."

"Ah, well, may you rest in peace."

Jiang Cheng snorts. "Don't humor him, he'll be fine."

Wei Wuxian sticks his tongue out at him. He turns back to Xiao Xingchen. "Who did you get paired with?"

"Someone named Song Zichen? I haven't met him."

"I know him, transfer student from Baixue. Quiet, kind of stiff," Jiang Cheng says.

"Aw, too bad. Xingchen-ge should have a fun partner," Wei Wuxian says, "Someone who will make him laugh." Xingchen laughs, as if on cue. "Like me!"

"It’s a class assignment, not a blind date," Jiang Cheng says, rolling his eyes.

"It's the perfect opportunity to fall in love," Wei Wuxian says.

"Then I wish you and Lan Wangji many happy years together," Jiang Chen retorts, and Wei Wuxian puts his head down into his hands on the table with a groan.

xxc: hi! i'm xingchen, i'm your night hunt partner.

sl: nice to meet you.

sl: what's your impression of our ghost?

xxc: oh haha i don't usually do much research beforehand, i tend to go by feel once i'm on location

sl: oh

sl: ok

"Song Zichen? Oh, you mean Song Lan, he doesn't use his courtesy name," Wen Qing says, looking up from brewing elixir. "He’s in the herb class I’m TAing. Very smart, doesn’t get distracted by all the bullshit of his classmates. Doesn’t really seem like he gets out much.” She looks back down. “Still, probably a better partner for you than Wei Wuxian or Nie Huaisang, if you want to pass.”

sl: you’ve at least got some experience with water ghosts, right?

xxc: oh, yes! on a night hunt last year i helped suppress a waterborne abyss.

sl: you met a waterborne abyss? for class?

xxc: haha no i was just camping with some friends, and then we got separated and i ran into an immortal who lives on the mountain and she showed me what to do :)

sl: i see

“I heard he got kicked out of Baixue for some sort of violent outburst,” Nie Huaisang says, “Probably why he’s keeping his head down so it doesn’t happen again.” He bumps his fan against his chin. “Really tall, though.”

“Song Lan?” Wen Chao asks, inserting himself into the conversation. Nie Huaisang gives him an unwelcome glare, but Xiao Xingchen smiles politely and nods. “No way that nerd got in trouble for fighting. You know those Baixue guys, they act like they’re too good for us. He must hate having to mingle with philistines like us."

xxc: i'm free this friday if you want to do our night hunt then?

sl: that works, i can meet you at the start of the bridge on the south bank at 8

xxc: sounds good!

Xiao Xingchen hopes off Shuanghua onto the bridge and heads towards their meeting place. He’s just sheathed his sword, scanning the crowd, when he sees him and thinks, simply, oh, there you are.

He’s nothing like anyone said. He’s not cold or rigid; his eyes are soft, and sure. Well, he is pretty tall. But more importantly, Xiao Xingchen picked him out of the crowd immediately; it’s like there’s something about him that just stands out, makes him seem more solid and complete than these strangers. It makes Xiao Xingchen smile.

"You're nothing like anyone says," he says, when he gets closer.

Zichen looks at him in alarm, "Who says? What— are you Xiao Xingchen?"

"Oh, sorry, yes.” He's excited. It feels so right, he wants to get going already. He pulls Shuanghua back out of its sheath. "Ready?"

Zichen looks down at Shuanghua for a long moment, long enough that Xingchen almost follows his eyes to make sure there's nothing wrong with it. But then Zichen looks up with a small smile. See? Xingchen wants to say again. Nothing like what they say.

"I'm ready."

#untamed fall fest #the untamed #cql #mdzs #songxiao #xiao xingchen #song lan #i'm not gonna tag everyone else #fanfiction #my writing

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eldri-sv · 4 years ago

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3 - Aizawa

Kaori Shinsou has always been fascinated by people's minds. She is one of the best students in her Criminal Psychology course at U.A. and - being the lucky girl she is - her professor is not only one handsome dude, but is also working on the case of the serial killer Stain - a case that has been going on for years. As she is about to become Professor Aizawa's TA during the next term, a lot of other interesting cases start popping up all over the country...

AU, OC x Aizawa

Trigger warnings: mentions of death and murder

(possibly incomplete, if you’d like something added, please let me know)

Pick your path and I'll pray

(Fleetwood Mac - Gold Dust Woman)

"So, to repeat some of our main points. Why is it just as important to have a profile of the victim as having a profile of the perpetrator?"

Aizawa let his eyes wander through the rows of students. Most of them were still jotting down notes. One student had her hand up. Aizawa acknowledged her, but decided to ignore her hand. He knew that she would have the answer - and she'd also have the best answer possible. Precise, to the point and entailing all the things he wanted to hear. He would not call on Kaori Shinsou right now.

His eyes stopped at a student chewing on her pencil and looking like she was focusing on something she had written down. She wasn't. Aizawa knew exactly that she was hiding her phone behind her book and was texting someone. He could see the damn reflection in her glasses.

"Nishiyama. Enlighten us." he said. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Shinsou drop her hand and shoot Nishiyama an annoyed glance. He didn't show any sign that he had noticed, but inwardly he smiled. He got some strange kick out of her annoyance about someone else being called on.

He focused on Nishiyama again. She looked taken by surprise for a second, but quickly got a hold of herself. She put down her pencil and looked straight at him, not breaking eye contact. He had caught her and she knew that he knew. He raised his eyebrows at her, waiting for an answer.

"Uhm... the victim profile... well, it's important to find out why the perpetrator chose a certain victim... establish a motive." she answered and gave him a smile full of fake confidence. Aizawa nodded.

"Correct. But incomplete. Miss Shinsou, you wanted to answer up, didn't you?" he replied without looking at her. He could hear some movement from the other side of the room, as he turned to look at her. She had a smile on her face and leaned back in her chair, a pencil between her thin fingers.

"Yes, Sir. We need victim profiles to assist with contextualizing allegations of victimization and to help support or refute allegations of victimization. It is also needed to help establish the nature of a victim's exposure to harm or loss. We don't only care about the perpetrators, we also care about their victims. Victim profiles help to establish an investigative suspect pool and they can help with linking unsolved crimes. And of course, as Nishiyama already mentioned, they can give information on an offender's modus operandi and on his motive." she explained, as if she had known all this all her life. If Aizawa had to name anyone that was going to be a promising Criminal Psychologist later on in life, it would be her. Kaori Shinsou.

"Excellent, Shinsou. It seems you actually prepared for the lesson today. I wouldn't expect any less from you." he commented. For a second there was a wholehearted smile on her face, as she heard his praise. She quickly composed herself and nodded with a neutral expression, as Aizawa noted with a hint of disappointment.

"Now, there are two types of exposures linked to crime. Anyone want to summarize what they are?" he asked the class. Of course Shinsou's hand was up again. She had gotten her time to shine already, however. No matter how much Aizawa enjoyed hearing her eloquently summarize what he just taught them.

"Kawano." he said. Kawano was a tall and lanky young man, who was usually dragging behind the rest of the class. His problem was how easily he got distracted. He could be reading a chapter in the textbook ten times and he'd only really get half of it. Aizawa didn't like judging anyone as a hopeless case, but he was very much inclined to do so with Kawano.

"Lifestyle exposure and situational exposure. Lifestyle exposure are potentially dangerous choices in a victim's everyday life because of biological and environmental factors and past choices. Victim situational exposure is the amount of actual exposure to harmful elements experienced by the victim that results from their environment or their personal traits at the time of the victimization." he answered.

"Very good, Kawano." Aizawa replied with a nod. Kawano's face lit up. He had trouble paying attention, but when he managed to stay focussed enough and get praise it usually gave him a very good confidence boost. Aizawa made a mental note of trying to use that to his advantage. Kawano maybe wasn't the best of his students, but he had a way with people, especially when the situation required empathy. It would be a shame to let that talent go to waste.

"We have not much time left, so here's the last one. Can anyone give me seven factors that affect the exposure and vulnerability of a victim?" he asked. He hadn't even noticed how quickly the time was passing. He found it too interesting to watch his students when they were put on the spot like this. He enjoyed seeing Shinsou's hand shooting straight up in the air almost any time he asked a question.

"Uehara, Kawano, Kendo, Suzuki, Takei, Hado and Shinsou. One each, in this order. Make it quick, we don't have all day." he said.

"The time the crime is committed."

"The location."

"If there are any potential offenders around, as in criminal, violent and aggressive individuals."

"Whether any criminal activity is taking place in the proximity."

"Drug and alcohol use."

"How easily weapons are available."

"Victims state of mind or the perception of that as witnessed by bystanders before, during or after an attack."

"Good work, everyone. Class dismissed. Remember your assignments for next week. I also want you to look at chapter seven of your textbooks and questions 1-5. Take some notes, if you don't feel confident on the content." Aizawa said, wondering how many students had actually heard what he had said. Most of them were busy packing up their things and leaving.

"Shinsou, would you mind staying for a few minutes? I'll need to have a word with you." he said, as some of the students had already left. Whenever he had a student staying after class, Aizawa tried not to make a big deal out of it. He knew well enough himself what it felt like to be told to stay behind.

Kaori Shinsou glanced up at him, a concerned look on her face. Aizawa wondered whether he should let her know that she was not in trouble, but he figured that she'd find out soon enough. When he didn't react to her worried look, she quickly brushed a strand of her dark hair out of her face and continued packing up her books and notes.

Aizawa retreated behind his podium and looked at his laptop. There were two new emails, one of them related to the case from this morning. He decided to look at that later, checking his calendar instead. He knew he had planned to meet up for lunch with some people, but he just couldn't remember when and where...

"Mr. Aizawa?" he heard a calm voice ask. He glanced over the screen of his laptop and saw Shinsou standing there, a nervous look on her face.

"Just a second. Don't worry, you're not in trouble." he told her and went back to his calendar. Oh, there it was. Lunch with Kayama and Yamada at the Udon place three streets further. He did have a bit of time before that, maybe just enough to have a look at those emails. He almost debated letting Shinsou have a look at some of the evidence. He was curious to hear her opinion.

But it was an ongoing investigation (even though it had been ongoing for years and a fresh perspective might be helpful) and it wasn't up to him to involve one of his students in this, no matter how good she was at what she was doing. He glanced back at her. She was busy adjusting the strap of her bag that was slung around her shoulders. She didn't seem to notice him looking, so Aizawa took the chance to take a longer look at her.

She looked pale and had dark circles under her eyes. He'd scold her for not getting enough sleep, if he wasn't himself guilty of that. There were some light freckles showing on her cheeks. Her eyes were dark and looked even bigger due to how pale she was. She had dark hair that had a somewhat purple tint, but was leaning more towards black. It was tied up in a ponytail, but a few strands of hair always managed to escape. Her hands were petite, but with long and slender fingers. There were ink stains all over them. Shinsou was a great student, but she could be sloppy as hell.

"Sir?" Aizawa heard her say. He looked away from her hands and into her eyes. She still seemed nervous. Poor thing.

"Sorry, I was lost in thought." he replied. She nodded.

"What is this about, Mr. Aizawa?" she wanted to know.

"Two things. Firstly, this is about your assignments." Aizawa replied. Shinsou sighed. She knew exactly what he was talking about.

"I know, Mr. Aizawa. I'm trying, really, but when I start them and I see them there, I just can't seem to get into them anymore. Are they really that bad when I do them last minute?" she asked. Aizawa felt a little pang in his heart when he saw how desperate her eyes looked. This whole procrastination issue was really bothering her, huh?

"They're not bad at all, Miss Shinsou. Your assignments are perfectly fine. They regularly exceed my expectations. What I'm worried about is that you seem extraordinarily stressed any time there are several exams due. You're less focussed during those days and I'm concerned that it will influence your performance in the long run." he explained. There really wasn't anything wrong with her assignments, at least not the ones in his course. He had heard that some assignments in other courses had been suffering, however, and that wasn't something he'd let slide that easily.

"I'm sorry, Sir, I'll try my best to get my brain to work earlier than the night before the assignments are due." she said with a smug grin.

"You're my best student, Shinsou. I'd hate to see you struggle to keep that up." he replied, taking in how her lips curved with that smug expression on her face. He had to admit that she was objectively attractive.

"Of course, Sir. What was the other thing you wanted to talk to me about?" she asked. Aizawa looked down at the time on his laptop. He'd still have enough time to explain the whole thing. Good.

"I've seen you applied to be a teacher's assistant next year. I'm not really looking for anyone, but I'd like to take you on as a TA. I think it might help you with your procrastination and it could give me some time to catch up on sleep. What do you think?" he suggested. Aizawa had never had a need for a teacher's assistant. In his opinion they were causing more problems than they were solving. He trusted that other people could do a good job of things, but he didn't trust other people to do his job well. He would make an exception for Kaori Shinsou, however.

"Sure, if you really wouldn't mind. You know this is my best subject and I really would appreciate the extra insight into it." she replied, looking at him cautiously, as if she was expecting him to be joking.

"Good. I'll talk to the Principal about this. I've been put in charge of one of the classes for basic training, first years. I'll have to take them to a specific search and rescue training on Wednesday and since I'll be stuck with them until the end of their 3-year training, I thought it might be a good idea for you to accompany me. As a TA you'll most definitely help with their lesson planning and their papers, so getting to know them a little might be a good idea. And you'll be having that day off anyway, so unless you have other plans..." he trailed off. God, he wasn't used to talking so much.

"Are you... are you sure that's okay? Me coming with you?" she asked. He just shrugged. He didn't know if it was technically okay and he didn't particularly care. No one would kick up a fuss about it, not if she was there with him.

"It'll be fine."

"Yeah, that does sound good. It will be interesting to see some extra rescue training, since the one we did in Criminology wasn't that extensive." she replied. There was a hint of excitement in her voice and her eyes lit up as she talked about it. Apart from that she seemed almost indifferent.

"Great. I'll send you the details via email then. That's all. Now head out and get some lunch, Shinsou." he said to her. She nodded and smiled a little.

"Thank you, Mr. Aizawa. I'll see you around." she replied and headed out of the classroom.

#inside your mind #aizawa #fanfiction #shouta aizawa #shota aizawa #aizawa x oc #quirklessau #aizawa fanfiction #university #college

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brain-rott · 6 years ago

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A Crushed Crush pt.3

Pairing: Midoriya x Reader/Bakugo x Reader

Description: It seems that things have finally come to a head as you are finally confronted by Midoriya who has come to ask you about what it was that tore you both apart.

Tag list: @jirouisbestgirl @honestlyimace @chounakami @Galacticrosee @http-bakugo @crybbysol @dragon-lark @odddaze @httpgiiio @karlitabi-rrito @chiefinvestigatorheidi @deneuves

Word count: 3654

Rating: PG

Part 1 Part 2

You woke with a yawn and grumble as you rolled over to see that it was still early in the morning. You were sure that not even the birds outside were awake yet. You realized that it was your phone that woke you up, the screen glowing brightly at you from its place on the bed next to you. Pulling it closer to you, you see that you have ten new messages from Bakugo from all hours of the night. Confused you sit up blinking sleep from your eyes as you unlock your phone.

Bakugo 1:58

You asleep?

Bakugo 2:05

I take your lack of response as a yes.

This is the worst time and way to say this I know I have already gotten chewed out by Kirishima about it

But I won’t be able to sleep until I get this off my mind

Bakugo 2:11

Earlier when I told you I cared about you I meant it

Not like as friends though

I want to be more than just friends

I know that your still getting over that shitty nerd but I just want you to know that there's someone out there other than him who can see just how amazing you are and don't take it for granted.

Okay I think I got my point across well enough I’m sure you’re gonna wanna talk in the morning anyways so you can assault me with questions then

Call me when you wake up

You thought you were delirious for a time as you read the texts over and again just to ensure you weren’t misunderstanding anything. You had to catch yourself as you went to call Bakugo but seeing as the sun wasn’t even up yet you’re sure he may not be too pleased to hear from you. Instead you made a compromise with yourself sending him a large text of just heart and crying face emojis.

Dropping back down into bed. You smiled into your pillow as you let yourself daydream back into a lull before sleep fully retook you. Though rather than dreams of cute dates with the angry blonde you were confronted with some rather troubling images.

You found your dream self in a dark room sat at the same kind of tables they had in the cafeteria. On one side of the table was Midoriya and all of them. A fond memory of the time when Todoroki had accidentally mispronounced the name of an English soda had you all laughing and near choking on your food. You chuckled to yourself turning away for a moment. When you look back they’re gone initially startling you until you felt a hand on your knee under the table.

Turning to look over your other shoulder you found yourself sat next to Bakugo he had bumped you to get your attention before pointing to Kaminari who was across the Cafeteria flirting with some girls from general studies. You couldn’t help the laugh that left you as the shortest of the three girls rose from her seat dumping her smoothie on Kaminari’s head before they all sauntered off leaving the blonde deflated and defeated. Kirishima had offered to go over and save him though it seemed it was unnecessary as a familiar purple haired weirdo from General studies came to his aid laughing as the two walked out of the cafeteria.

Your eyes locked onto Bakugo’s red ones and you felt your self shudder in a slight terror as he just seemed to blur and suddenly you were alone once again in the dark cafeteria. A sudden wave of coldness overtook you making you shudder. Now sat across from you were the silhouettes of Midoriya and Bakugo they seemed to be facing you though the longer you stare the harder it became to tell. The longer you sat there the colder it seemed to get as well, your breath appearing like mist in the chilled air. When you reached out towards them you seemed to lose your balance toppling backwards out of your chair, the sensation of falling seemed to over take you and your heart raced as you heard a pounding in your ears.

You jerked awake your leg kicking out hard against your bed smashing your toes against your wooden bed frame. Hissing in pain, you grabbed your foot cradling it towards you as you rubbed attempting to soothe the discomfort. You blinked again when you heard someone knock against your door. Looking up you noticed that the sun was fully out and light trickled into your room from between your curtains. Standing slowly you yanked open your curtains before shuffling over to the door.

Too busy trying to recall the details of your dream. You walked to your door where the person once again knocked. You clearly hadn’t learned your lesson since the last time someone came knocking at an odd hour of the day as you simply threw the door open. You stood there a moment, blinking in surprise as you simply stared at the person who stood before you.

Midoriya truly didn’t know what he was doing. He had made you bawl your eyes out how many times now? Now he thought he was going to somehow patch everything over by returning your belongings to you? He couldn’t help the tremors of anxiety and fear that trickled through him as he made the walk from his room to yours.

Your books were clutched to his chest much like how they had been moments before you turned and ran from him, tears streaming down your cheeks. That moment had been burned into his mind. He couldn’t sleep at all that night as his thoughts of you never quieted enough to allow him to rest.

Midoriya couldn’t help the huff that escaped him making him freeze in embarrassment as he remembered he was in public. He had racked his brain all night but couldn’t think of a single thing he may have done to hurt you. At one point he had even called Iida asking if he may have any insight into this situation though the Class rep was unfortunately unhelpful.

You hadn’t even be able to look at him and it destroyed him.

‘Maybe Todoroki was right. Maybe I am the problem.’ Midoriya thought feeling his heart pang painfully at the thought that maybe you just didn’t like him. Stepping into the elevator he pressed the button to take him to your floor.

‘It could be that simple’ he continued ‘You might just not be able to stand being around him anymore.’ The thought made a lump form in his throat. In the privacy of the elevator he let himself take a shaky breath before shaking himself. He really did not want to show up to your door already crying when he is trying to prevent crying at all costs.

Things just seemed to be falling down around him and he hadn’t a cue as to how to stop it. It started with Uraraka turning him down after he confessed his feelings for her and now it is culminating with him losing you forever. It seemed the two events happened within the same time frame of each other. That following day you up and vanished from his life without so much as a warning as to why.

Just having to recall those days of sitting at the table staring at your empty seat made him so uncomfortable. He almost felt like he was missing a part of himself without you at his side. That first week had been hell for him and after your first run in he didn’t even begin to know how horrible it must have been for you.

The elevator doors slid open and Midoriya shook himself needing his full attention for what was to come. He was going to talk to you, he was going to make things right again. Even if you didn’t want to see or talk to him anymore. He at least wanted to hear it from your own mouth before he gave up.

The last thing he wanted to do was make you cry again. So in preparation he had been rehearsing what to say since that morning when you ran from him. He was determined to make things right between the two of you. Even if it was gonna break his heart. Anything to make you happy again.

Your dorm room door now stood before him it being the only thing between him and what could possibly the hardest news of his short life. As he knocked on your door, he felt his body go stiff in sudden apprehension. While his plan in theory worked out great. In reality all of his practice went out the door as he stood there practically shaking. His shirt felt too tight and his hoodie was too hot. His heart was racing as he heard the door unlock and slowly open. You stood before him in fluffy bed pants and an oversized t-shirt clearly having just gotten out of bed despite it being half past noon.

“H-Hey [y/n]. I-I wanted to bring back your books.” Midoriya stuttered noting how you immediately tensed in his presence.

You nodded slowly, reaching out to take your items from his arms. He didn’t resist as you took your things beginning to back away into the safety of your dorm. Suddenly remembering the real reason to why he was there, Midoriya stepped forward into the doorway blocking you from shutting it.

“I’m sorry [y/n] but can we please talk...” Midoriya said all shakiness gone from his voice instead it was replaced with a deep sadness you had never heard come from him. In all your time of knowing him you had never once heard him this depressed. He studied your eyes as you stared back into his green ones almost unsure as to what to say.

Your grip on the door handle tightened as you felt a wave of indecisiveness descend upon you. Were you even entirely ready for this conversation? It felt like it had been ages since that morning when you walked in on him and Uraraka. Yet it still hurt like it had been mere moments ago. You knew you would never be able to go on if you didn’t do something about it. You studied Midoriya’s face looking for some kind of sign as to what he was feeling. Something you could use to steady your own shaking emotions. Your gaze lingered on each of his freckles before you finally relented.

“Come in.” You mumbled your voice coming out as a meek whisper as you stepped aside and allowed him in.

He nodded with a small ‘thank you’ as he stepped inside, slowly looking around before taking a seat at your desk. Shutting the door behind you, you made sure to leave it unlocked in case your worst fear came true and you needed a friend to bail you out at the last minute. Your heart already felt as if it were about to burst from your chest and escape. Even as you sat down on your bed, tucking your legs under you as you did so, the unease wouldn’t leave you. In an attempt to gather some form of comfort you pulled your blankets towards you laying them over your lap.

A moment of silence passed between the two of you as you both looked around your room. This was not the first time Midoriya had been here with you, though it was the first time in quite some time. His gaze went from your desk which held a variety of figurines and office supplies to your bed which was covered in a tapestry of colors from your many, many blankets.

Finally Midoriya took the initiative taking a deep breath steadying himself before turning to face you fully eyes looking deep into yours as he began.

“[y/n]... What did I do?” Midoriya asked softly, knowing he was starting out strong.

“You didn’t do anything. I just needed some space.” You responded knowing this was not the whole truth. You were still warming up to this whole idea of talking things out. Midoriya clearly knew this as well as he fixed you with a concerned look making you flinch from his gaze. He scooted closer to you.

“Would you mind telling me why you needed space then?” His voice was soft and comforting. Even though you weren’t looking at him you knew he was staring at you with that worried look of his. You couldn’t help but cringe. While he looked to you with concern all you could see was his lips pressed to Uraraka’s cheek. Shaking yourself you forced yourself to fixate on the spot where the walls met the floor hoping it would keep your emotions at bay. Midoriya again moved closer to you.

“I was just going through some stuff emotionally and what not...” You said honestly. You didn’t want to go into detail the embarrassment would haunt you much longer than the heartbreak could ever you were sure of this.

Midoriya could see how you tense your shoulders, refused to look at him. It seemed that every time he got even remotely close to finding out what was wrong, you would shut him out raising every defense you had.

He was there in the same room as you yet he felt a million miles away. He could feel his emotions starting to get the best of him as the last few days events came to him. He could feel the tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

“[y/n] Please…” He whispered out his hands hovering in the space between you. He didn’t want to touch you if you didn’t want him to but he so desperately wanted to pull you into his arms and hold you close to him.

It killed him knowing he was the reason you were no longer your former happy self. Though what really hurt him was the fact that he didn’t have a damn clue as to what had caused this. He didn’t even try to hold back his tears as you turned to look at him in surprise as he openly cried to you.

“Whatever the reason may be. I promise to try to understand. I miss you so, so much. I know I never said it but you mean so much to me.” Midoriya confessed moving so he was now fully in front of you. His hands held out before him and offered to you trembled ever so slightly.

“I love you...” Midoriya finally said voice cracking as he choked back a sob his hair falling forward to cover his eyes.

You felt your world tilt at his words. You didn’t know what to say at first. So you took his hands into your own squeezing them reassuringly in your grip as you thought to yourself. You had never been good at handling your emotions so having to suddenly be the level headed person was a turn you hadn’t been expecting.

“I-I…” You had to pause to take a breath before continuing. The way he was watching with his eyes so heavy with emotion it made your chest ache. “Midoriya, I was so madly in love with you when we first met.” At your words Midoriya’s eyes widened in surprise then settled as suddenly things seemed to make so much sense to him.

“ I had never loved anyone before you, not truly at least. I was so happy to finally have someone to love that I let it wrap me up in my own little world.” You admitted with a small laugh as you thought back to all the times you did something goofy in an attempt to make him smile or gain his attention.

“ I was so caught up in it all that I was absolutely blind sided when I saw you with Uraraka. It destroyed me. Since you were my first crush I had never been through a heartbreak before. Finding out in such a way that you didn’t like me back. It was a new kind of pain that I just wasn’t prepared for…” You admitted feeling as though all the weight that had once been on your shoulders had suddenly been lifted. You blinked slightly surprised as you felt warm tears rolling down your cheeks. You hadn’t even noticed you had started crying.

Midoriya didn’t say anything as he brushed the tears from your eyes watching you with his own watery gaze.

“I’m sorry but I just couldn’t bring myself to face you. It just hurt too much. It still hurts.” You explained as Midoriya’s hands returned to your lap where he interlaced his fingers with yours giving you a comforting squeeze.

“I know it was selfish of me to avoid you all. I just wanted the hurting to stop. So I did what I thought was best for me at the time.” You continued feeling yourself getting a bit breathless.

“You may think I’m terrible for doing that but-but…” You couldn’t bring yourself to keep talking as you felt the urge to cry become too strong. If you kept going you would end up a bawling mess. The tightness in your throat and the pressure on your chest tell tale signs of what was to come. You honestly really hated crying, though lately it felt like it had been your only relief.

You didn’t notice that Midoriya had risen from his seat until he had joined you on the bed. He carefully wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to his chest as he hugged you tightly against him.

“I’m so sorry [y/n]. I’m so sorry I was too dense to notice your feelings. I may not have been able to say it then but I do truly care about you. So, so much. Every time I made you cry I thought I was going to lose you forever and it broke me.” Midoriya paused taking a hard breath as he pressed his cheek against the top of your head as he hugged you even closer to him for a moment. He never wanted to let you go.

“I can’t see my life without you in it anymore.” Midoriya confessed speaking into the top of your head “I would do anything to try and make it up to you. All the pain I caused you all the suffering...”

You sniffled wiping at your eyes as you just revealed in his embrace for a moment longer.

“What about Uraraka?” You finally asked dreading the answer. You were so afraid he was about to undo everything he had just said to you.

“I may have convinced myself I liked her at one time but… Now I know it wasn’t real. Your who I love [y/n]. I know it took me too long to realize it but when I say it I am being honest.” Midoriya explained hoping he got his point across. At the time he had spoken to Uraraka he had convinced himself that he cared about her. Though the pain of you leaving vastly outweighed whatever he had felt from her.

The two of your sat there a moment. Simply enjoying being in one another's arms as you seemed to ponder what each of you had said. Your head was practically swimming. Hearing all the things you have been wanting to hear all this time, having his arms around you, having him hold you so tightly against him. It was almost too good to be true.

Though despite having everything you had wanted for since the start of your highschool career. Something deep in your chest suddenly ached. Your eyes snap open as you remember your conversation from early this morning. You had still been half asleep when you read them so Bakugo’s words had faded to the back of your mind at the sudden appearance of Midoriya.

You felt a cold sweat creep up your limbs as you realized you would have to choose. The two hated each other there would be no way to exist in both Midorya’s world and Bakugo’s. So lost in your own thoughts and mild panic you almost jumped out of Midoriya’s arms when he moved.

“[y/n] I know I should’ve asked you this long ago but, will you go out with me?” He said suddenly making your heart stutter. You hesitated to answer him. Did you want to go out with Midoriya? How were you supposed to choose between the two in all honesty?

“I-I’m gonna have to think on that Midoriya. I don’t think I’m emotionally ready yet.” You finally answered smiling at him sweetly as you slowly sat up out of his arms.

He nodded happily smiling brightly as he squeezed your hands reassuringly.

“It’s okay take all the time you need [y/n]! I promise I will be waiting for you when your ready.” He said assuredly thought when he opened his mouth to speak again a loud buzzing startled the both of you. You watched in surprise as he pulled his phone out of his pocket it buzzed loudly in his hand. His face immediately flushed upon seeing who the caller was.

“I-I’m sorry my mother is calling.” He admitted rubbing at the back of his neck in mild embarrassment.

“Oh it’s alright you go ahead. I can catch up with you later.” He gave you a thankful look before giving you a final hug and rushing out the door hurriedly answering his phone before closing the door behind him.

Once you were sure he was gone you flopped face down into your bed burying your face into your pillow before you let out a scream you didn’t know you were holding in.

You didn’t even want to think of what you were going to do now…

A/N: Howdy! Thanks for all the feed back on the last part but now is the real time to cast your votes for who yall want especially now that Midoriya has been able to have his time in the lime light.

This takes about two seconds so if you could follow this link to cast your vote

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A/N**: Also sorry for any errors as of right now its 1 am and I cant bring myself to edit this after having already re written it like three times lmao

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bruciewayne · 6 years ago

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ask him to ask you

stevetony, fluff, highschool au, mutual pining

Tony’s things clatter onto the table and Tony himself follows, practically collapsing opposite Steve.

They’re in the diner they’ve been going to for the past few years every Friday after school. Steve can’t tell if he hates that Bucky calls it date-night, or if he wishes that it was.

“PhD finally beat you?” Steve teases.

Tony glares at him, offended, “No.” He drinks his coffee as grumpily as he can until Steve asks him what’s wrong. Steve definitely shouldn’t find this as amusing as he does.

“What happened?”

“Turns out,” Tony starts, dropping his cup on the table and turning to Steve (occasionally, Steve gets a headrush from Tony’s full attention, the overwhelming intensity of it, all focused on him. Today is one of those times. Most days are, if he’s being honest.), “I’m not allowed to go to prom!”

Steve’s mouth is too full to answer properly, so he makes a suitably shocked face.

“Because my attendance is shit! Apparently I’ve been ‘classed as a student’ even though everyone knows I’m a TA and I’m in college half the week. AND they said it was all fine at the start of the year. But I guess not!”

Steve knows how much this means to Tony. Not prom specifically, just the whole ‘normal teenage experience’. And because of how important it is to Tony, and because he’s spent far too much of his life finding loopholes (which only got worse when he met Bucky in kindergarten and then Matt, in freshman year), he says quite possibly the worst thing he could to the guy he’s maybe, a little, (definitely, a lot) in love with.

“Be someone’s plus-one, no attendance rules against that,” he suggests, even as everything in his body and mind screams at him to shut up.

He tells himself that it’s worth it when Tony lights up and calls him a genius as he whips out his phone, fingers flying over the keypad.

“Bucky, help me--”

“Is it Tony related?”

“Maybe.”

Bucky sighs and nudges Steve with his foot until he hands him the popcorn bowl.

“Well,” he says, once he has his mouth full, “what stupid thing did you do?”

“Um. Well, you know how much Tony wanted to go to prom?”

“Sure.”

“The school said that he couldn’t ’cause of his attendance, so we found a loophole and long story short I told him to ask someone to prom,” Steve says, trying as hard as he can to not look at Bucky, because he knows that he has his ‘You’re so goddamn stupid’ face on.

“Someone who isn’t you?”

“Someone who isn’t me.”

Bucky’s silent for all of three seconds. “Why did you ask him to prom?”

“Oh yeah, why didn’t I ask him in a crowded diner and lose both my dignity and one of my best friends in the span of five seconds?” Steve says, sarcastically, throwing kernels at Bucky.

“Even if he did say no, he wouldn’t be a dick about it--”

“He’d think it was a joke,” Steve grumbles.

Bucky hums and concedes his point. “Yeah, but he wouldn’t be a dick about it.”

“Buck.”

“Steve.”

“He’s gonna find the love of his life and if not for prom, then probably at college, if he hasn’t already and it’s not gonna be me,” Steve says in a small voice, in a rush.

Bucky tugs him into a rough hug, saying more than he ever properly could.

“Buckaroo! Can I talk to you for a minute?”

Steve freezes when he hears that, just a couple feet in front of him and Sam crashes into him. His heart drops straight out of his chest when Tony drags Bucky out of the lunch line to the corner of the cafeteria, out of earshot of everyone.

“He’s not gonna ask him to prom,” Sam says, confidently.

“I know that,” Steve defends, even as he focuses on Not Looking at them.

“Bucky already has a date.”

Steve grins, despite himself, “Oh yeah?”

Sam smiles back, “Yeah.”

“About fucking time.”

Watching Sam and Bucky pine after each other in the absolute dumbest, most ridiculous way possible, in the way that only those two could, for at least the last two years (or maybe even longer), had been a small hell on his part, so he’s happy for them. Hopefully, it’ll mean that he’s no longer playing the middle man for them.

“I wasn’t stealing your man, just looking for advice,” Tony says when they rejoin the line.

“And you went to Buck?” Steve says, incredulously, masking the (stupid, dumb, irrational) hurt. He gets a punch in the arm and a glare for the trouble.

“I’ll have you know that I can be very advisable.”

“You once told me to taste different paint to see if the colour changed the flavour!”

Sam looks between the two of them, “You ate paint because you thought it was flavoured?”

“He told me to!” Steve accuses. In his defence, he had been curious.

Tony tries, and fails, to hide a laugh, “Now, Steven, if Bucky jumped off a bridge--”

“You’re spending far too much time with my mother,” Steve grumbles.

“No such thing,” Tony says, simply.

They get their food and Steve pushes anything to do with prom and Tony to the back of his mind in favour of poking fun at Sam and Bucky.

“-- I’ll make sure that he doesn’t suspect a thing, honey, yeah, okay, have a good day, sweetie.”

“Make sure who doesn’t suspect a thing?” Steve asks, dropping his bag on the floor and kicking off his shoes as his ma hangs up the phone.

“I thought I taught you better than to eavesdrop, and I know that I taught you better than to leave your shoes like that,” his ma says, pointing at his haphazardly thrown shoes, barely a foot away from the rack. Steve rolls his eyes but he goes to righten his shoes anyway.

His ma gives him a quick hug, “How was your day?”

Steve shrugs noncommittally, following her into the kitchen. “Eh. Nothing new, prom stuff, college stuff.”

“You wanna go?” She asks, turning on the oven and pulling a dish out of the fridge. Steve takes out plates and cutlery and starts to set the table.

“Prom? I don’t have anyone to ask.”

“What about Tony?” His ma asks, innocently.

“What-what about Tony?” Steve asks, matching her innocence, looking up from where he’s sitting.

“Steven.”

“Ma!”

“I’ve seen the way that boy looks at you, and the way you look at him.”

“I told him to take--”

“Someone else? Yeah, James told me about that.”

Steve groans and lets his head drop onto the table, “Does everyone report to you?”

“Only when you’ve forgotten your common sense.”

Steve resists the urge to bang his head on the table, just barely. His ma sets the timer and then comes to sit beside him.

“Steve.”

“Yeah.”

She brushes his hair back, “You two are gonna be fine, I promise.”

Steve lets out a long, high pitched whine, mostly muffled by the table.

Later, when he’s ready to go to sleep, he fiddles with a Rubic’s Revenge cube, twisting it so all the colours jumble together and then twisting it back to organisation.

“I don’t know how to fix it,” Tony, the boy who’s so much smarter than them all, the boy who can go head to head with highschool seniors, despite being half their height, says to him, handing him the cube, still all mixed up.

“You don’t fix it,” Steve replies, twisting the cube and swinging his legs, feet barely brushing the tarmac as Tony watches, enthralled. “You solve it, like a maths thing.” He shows him the side he just solved, red. His best record is one and a half sides, but his ma can do all the sides.

“Like a puzzle?”

“Game.”

“My father says that games are a waste of time,” Tony mumbles.

Steve hands him the cube, rejumbled, “Tell him it’s one of those maths things.”

On his birthday, Tony gives him a new cube, a four-by-four one, called Rubic’s Revenge, because Steve told him to keep the other one. It took him until the summer to solve one side and then until he was in the fifth grade to do all.

“Hey, uh, Mrs. Rogers, Sarah, I’m just, um, calling, well, leaving a message, messaging? Anyway. Um, the stuff, for Steve, I have it, well, I still need to fix a, uh thing in the thing but it’ll be done by tomorrow, by Friday. And, uh, thanks, for all of this, really. Um, goodbye. Thank you.”

Tony hangs up the phone and re-focusses on the cube in front of him, moving the magnifier above a tiny little mechanism. It’s an almost-replica of a Rubic’s Revenge, made of wood, when Steve solves it, it should open to show ‘Will you take me to prom?’. Keyword being should.

He solves it, of course he does, and then spends half the night convincing himself not to destroy it and tell Sarah that he made a mistake. Bucky told him that if he didn’t ask Steve to ask him to prom, he would do it for them himself. On the school intercom.

He spends the other half convincing himself not to down an entire bottle of Daniel’s. Sarah, Bucky, Steve and he himself would never be able to forgive him if he asked Steve out hungover. He doesn’t know if the fact that at least four people refuse to let him ask Steve out hungover is a blessing or a curse.

He works on the Riemann hypothesis until he can barely keep his eyes open.

The next day he’s half-awake in college. The professor tells him he’s happy to see him sober.

“PhD finally beat your ass?” Steve asks, pushing a muffin and a mocha towards him after he drops his many, many bags.

Tony takes half the muffin in his mouth, “You sound like Bucky,” he says, though it sounds more like ‘mmm mmmf mmf mmfmm’.

“I’ve sounded like Bucky for as long as you’ve known me,” Steve retorts, grinning at him over his hot chocolate.

Tony fakes a look of shock. “How have I just realised?”

If this were a date, Steve would say something like ‘love makes you blind’, and Tony would maybe laugh and then lean over the table to kiss him and he’d smile. But it’s not. So he says, “‘Cause you’re an idiot,” instead.

If this were a date, Tony would say something like ‘your idiot’, and Steve would maybe laugh and then lean over the table to kiss him and he’d smile. But it’s not. Yet (hopefully, so damn hopefully), anyway. So he says, “Started a PhD before most people got their college acceptance letters,” instead.

“Selectively appearing brain cells,” Steve says.

Tony outright groans at that, “You’re lucky that Bruce isn’t here.”

“I don’t need biology to know that I’m right.”

“Sound like Bucky!”

“Arguably not a bad thing.”

Tony gives Steve a look. “I will survey everyone who’s ever had to come into contact with Barnes.”

“I’ll ask my ma.”

“Cheater.”

“He’s your best friend!” Steve says, in a sing-song voice.

“Rhodey might have a problem with that.”

Steve just shrugs and they lapse into a comfortable silence, drinking their drinks.

“I have something for you,” Tony says, suddenly, putting down his cup and rummaging around in one of his bags. He hands him the cube, hand shaking slightly.

Steve turns it in his hands. A wooden Rubic’s Revenge. “You made it?”

Tony nods, nervous. “Solve it.”

“Time?”

Tony nods again and looks at his watch. “Go.” He watches Steve’s hands fly over the cube, fast and gentle at the same time. “A minute-twenty,” he says, smiling back at Steve as he places the solved cube on the table, grandly. He’s exactly on par with his personal best, and the look on his face quells some of the nervousness Tony feels, just hoping that the little, tiny mechanism works.

The cube folds out into a long line of six squares. WILL YOU ASK ME TO PROM?

Steve smiles, so Tony takes that as a good sign, “Before I ask I gotta know, is it because you want to go to prom or ’cause you like me ‘cause--”

“I’ve liked you since you told me to lie to my father, and I’ve probably loved you since you gave me that damn Rubic’s cube and I’ve known that I love you since you punched Beck in fifth grade.”

Steve stares at him, “Will you go to prom with me?”

“I’d love to.”

Steve does what he’s wanted to do for the past few years they’ve been going to this cafe and lunges across the table to kiss him. It’s a little awkward, and he thinks that he hears Angie, who runs the cafe, yell finally!, but honestly, he’s not paying much attention to anything or anyone who’s not Tony.

“I, uh, love you too, have done for too long to remember what’s it like not to, to be honest,” Steve says, when they pull away.

Tony drags him back into another, then another and again and again until Steve’s lightheaded in the best way possible.

(Three years later, after his graduation, Steve hands him a wooden three-by-three. When Tony solves it, it springs open and there’s a shining, silver-coloured key.)

((And two years after that, Tony gives him a two-by-two cube, and when Steve solves it, and when it creaks open, there’s a ring, gleaming. He says yes.))

for ‘promposal’ on happy steve bingo

#steve rogers x tony stark #steve x tony #stevetony fic #stony fic #steve rogers #tony stark #my fic #my writing #happystevebingo #happy steve bingo #i hate that someo of this was inspired my ltroi

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blueluneacy · 6 years ago

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Study Sessions

Okay folks, here it is, prime Jotaro. Let’s see if I am kicked off this site.

I wrote it basically as jotaro is your TA in a bio class since he got his doctorate so theoretically he had to be a TA for a while since they basically force you to do that bc free labor. Anyways, here it is

this is the gud shit, the horny shit, the not sfw shit

Also on AO3!

You thought you weren’t doing half bad until you got that quiz back. You had studied fairly hard, went to all the review sessions, but still… You weren’t expecting to get what you did.

A C. It wasn’t failing, don’t get it wrong but… You could’ve sworn you were doing better. In the range of B, B+. It was a bit disappointing. You tried to focus on what your teacher was saying during discussion, but still it… Bugged you. Jotaro Kujo… He was a graduate student going for his doctorate in Marine Biology, forced to be a teacher’s assistant for this low grade biology course while he worked on his thesis. You didn’t really care, if he wasn’t such a dick. You just needed this course for your major, and then you could move on from it all. But, still. This just felt ridiculous to you. You sat, listening to some explanation about cellular respiration, and not really caring about it at all.

“Ah, that’s time. Remember that lab got moved to tomorrow an hour later. If you can’t make it, see me.” Hearing him speak brought you out of your trance, and you slowly packed up your things, making a mental note to ask a friend about what he said in the last 15 minutes of his lecture. You waited for everyone to leave, and just… Looked at him. You weren’t sure how to even start the conversation. You just stared at him. Eventually, he caught on, not even looking up from some book he was reading.

“What is it? Do you have a scheduling conflict?” He asked, and you just swallowed.

“Um… No, I wanted to… To ask you about my quiz?” You mumbled, and he raised an eyebrow. “What about it?” His voice was so cold, you felt yourself recoil a bit.

“Um, well… I don’t understand why you graded my written answers the way you did. I went and answered them correctly, didn’t I?” You questioned, and he just sighed.

“If you have a problem with how I graded it, you can see me during office hours and we can go over it together.” That line just made you mad. He was pushing you off, you know he was. You grit your teeth and crossed your arms.

“Just because you don’t want to do your job doesn’t mean I should have to suffer.” You said, and almost immediately regretted it. He just looked at you, shaking his head.

“Good grief… Fine then. But I can’t stay and go over this now. What time would you like to meet? If you want it today, then I’ll be in my office working around eight tonight. Is that fine?” He asked, and you paused for a second. Wait, you were actually getting what you wanted? First time for everything. You nodded and did your best to smile.

“Yeah that sounds great! Thank you so much, I’ll see you tonight!” You left the classroom, feeling proud of yourself. You had no idea what you were getting yourself into.

When the evening came, you showed up early just to show how dedicated to class you were. You smiled, waiting by the door of the TA offices, just hoping you weren’t looking like a fool. Jotaro didn’t open the door for you until 8:10. When you saw him, you nearly fell over.

“You’re not… Wearing your jacket.” You mentioned quietly. Jotaro tended to wear a long white jacket, so it was strange to even see his arms. You never noticed how muscular he was under it. He was certainly handsome, but you were sure pursuing any sort of relationship with your teacher would get you in loads of trouble. Not that you ever thought he would look at you in that way.

“I’m not. They just turned the heat on after 3 cold nights, and now it’s boiling in here.” He replied, turning and walking back in, expecting you to follow. You did, you had no other choice if you were to get what you wanted. He was right, it was hot in here. You regretted not wearing something lighter.

You noticed how empty the room was. It was full of different desks where all the graduate students turned teachers did their work. But, he didn’t lead you to his own desk, instead to a small table in a corner.

“This will work fine. Have a seat and take out the quiz.” He told you, and you sat down, expecting Jotaro to sit across from you. You were mistaken. Instead, he sat right next to you, pulling his chair close. You squeaked and stared at him with wide eyes.

“Good grief… I can’t read the damn paper upside down. Do you want me to look at this or not?” He said. You swallowed and nodded.

“Alright, so um, the multiple choice is no problem, after all, it was pretty straightforward and I think I did pretty well, but in the written questions,” You showed him the test and turned the page to your written responses. You felt Jotaro lean closer to take a look. You swallowed. You could feel his body heat emanating, and you were thankful you were in a sweater to try and keep from touching his skin. However, the price was that you were broiling, not sure if it was from the heat or from Jotaro.

“I, um, didn’t understand where I went wrong. I’m not saying you’re wrong or anything, I just don’t understand.” You told him, and he thought for a moment, reading over your response.

“Hmm. I thought your elaboration was poor. Your explanations were basic, giving almost no detail.” He told you, pointing to a question.

“See, here, I asked you to talk about rRNA transcription and translation, and you just gave me the steps of it with no examples.” You grit your teeth, crossing your arms. “You didn’t ask for examples.” You told him.

“I told you to explain it.”

“And I did.”

“Everyone else gave an example.” You were starting to lose your temper.

“Really? Everyone else, including the people that failed, gave you an example of a protein being translated and transcribed in the human body on their 5 lines that we had to write out the answer to this question. Is that what you’re telling me?” You asked, rolling your eyes and standing up.

“When you explain something, doesn’t it make the most sense to give an example?” He asked, and you just shook your head.

“You’re hopeless. This makes no sense at all.” You crossed your arms, and he just sighed.

“I don’t understand why you’re so upset about this in the first place. You’re right on average with the rest of the class. This quiz is getting curved anyway, so you’ll have your B in the gradebook.” He told you, and you grit your teeth. You didn’t know that, since you were so upset you weren’t paying attention. But, you were angry, so you were gonna go off.

“It’s the principle of the matter. What if we aren’t curved next time, huh? How am I supposed to read your mind? I’m just supposed to guess what you want from me?” You asked, crossing your arms. He just sighed and waved you to sit back down.

“Good grief. Let’s just go through the rest of the questions then. You can vent all your concerns, if your haven’t overheated yet.” He said, and you froze. You didn’t realize how much your face had flushed. You knew that when you were angry, you ran hot, but still…

“I… I’m fine. I don’t think we need to go over anything else. It is what it is.” You went to take your test, but Jotaro just pulled it away.

“So this was all just a waste of time?” He asked, looking you in the eye. His expression was still so cold, it sent a shiver down your spine. He noticed it.

“What was that?” He asked, and you immediately went into panic mode.

“Nothing! Yep, it was just silly me, not understanding something, and you explained it, so um, if you’ll just let me-” You tried to grab the quiz from his hand again, only for him to grab your wrist.

“You’re lying to me. What’s going on, you look awful.” He said, and you just swallowed, trying to pull away. He wouldn’t let go.

“I’m really fine. It’s just that you’re, I mean, it’s just hot in here. I must just not be feeling well because of it.” You told him.

“Then I’ll walk you back to your dorm.” He said, going for his jacket, but you squeaked out. God, this was getting embarrassing too quickly.

“N-No, it’s really fine, I should get going so you can-”

“If you’re overheating, you could pass out on the way back. It’s dangerous.” He told you, and you just stammered a bit as you tried to pull away, but with a simple tug of your arm, he was able to pull you closer, keeping you from running. You stumbled right into him, knocking him back until both of you were on the ground. You squeaked, pulling yourself up and looking down on him. You didn’t realize how you were straddling him at the time, just the both of you staring at each other.

“O-Oh my god, I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to, I mean, I didn’t realize-” You tried to pull yourself off of him, when you felt him… Caress your cheek. You froze for a moment, looking right at him.

“You… don’t seem to have a fever. At least we can rule out any sort of illness.” He said, suddenly turning his head to look away from you. You couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

“God! Even now, you’re still so stoic. I shouldn’t be surprised.” You moved to pull yourself up once again, when you leg brushed up against it, and you flinched. You swallowed, and Jotaro just grit his teeth and looked away. Well then. You apparently had given Jotaro Kujo a hard on from all this. And you immediately turned pale. You pushed yourself up from him and grabbed your test, already running to make your exit.

“Um, well, thank you, and uh, I’ll see you at the la-” You were cut off when you felt him grab your wrist once again, trying to keep you from leaving. Before you could protest, not wanting to give yourself any more shame, he leaned forward and slammed his lips against yours. You gasped, and Jotaro took the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth, stealing your breath away. You stepped back, but every time you did, Jotaro simply stepped forward, until you were against a wall. When he finally pulled away, you were almost nervous, seeing an expression on Jotaro’s face you never could have imagined could exist. One of pure and unbridled lust.

“Jotaro, we… This has to be against some rule, we can’t…” You told him, and his just sighed, leaning into your neck.

“No one has to know… Do you really not want to?” He asked, taking a deep breath in, and you felt yourself shudder once again.

“It… It’s not that I don’t want to… Hell, I really want to, but it’s a matter of should we rather than could we. You know?” You told him, and he just sighed.

“We could make it our little secret.” He replied to you, and you just sighed, relenting a bit.

“You promise no one will know?”

“I have no one to tell.” He replied with a shrug. Finally, after a moment of thought, you nodded. You could’ve sworn you saw a smirk on his face, but before you could really take true note of it, he was leaning back in to try and tear your clothing off. You gasped, trying to help take off his own, but he was too busy covering you with ravenous kisses to really let you. You let your hands finally feel up his waist, gripping him tightly whenever he nipped at your neck or found a sweet spot to tease. Whenever you did, however, it only seemed to encourage him to toy with that spot even more, until you suddenly let out a mewl. You gasped and let go of Jotaro to try and cover your mouth, but he just shook his head.

“Don’t. Let me hear it.” His voice was soft, but commanding, dominant. You didn’t hesitate to listen, letting yourself moan more freely.

“W-Will… Will anyone hear?” You asked as he started to travel lower, pulling at the hem of your pants.

“Everyone should be gone by now. I stay late so no one bothers me.” He told you, and you let out a sigh of relief. It was cut off by Jotaro reaching in your pants to see if you were ready. You most definitely were, and you let out a moan as he touched you, squirming against him.

“J-Jotaro, please…” You begged, and he actually… Laughed a little.

“What is it?” His voice was so smooth, you felt like you could just let yourself melt into it, completely relax into his presence.

“Stop fucking around with me and just fuck me already.” You told him, and he shook his head.

“Good grief… If that’s what you want.” He let you go from the wall, only to pull you over to the table again, leaning you onto your back. He pulled away and you watched as he undid his belt and pulled off his pants, revealing himself. You gasped as you saw how massive he was.

“I… Do you really think that’ll fit?” You asked, a bit nervous, but he just leaned closer, starting to grind against you.

“We’ll just have to test it out then.” He told you, burying his face into your neck once again as he began to inch himself inside of you. You cried out, both at the pain of the stretch and the pleasure it was bringing you. You felt Jotaro sigh as he inched himself inside of you until he was completely sheathed. He sat like that for a bit, giving you time for your body to adjust, for the painful throb to finally subside. And then, when he finally thought you were ready, he began to move.

You moaned as you felt Jotaro start to move, your arms wrapping around him as he thrust into you at a merciless pace. He groaned quietly into your neck, panting as he moved, occasionally biting into the same spot of your neck. You were certain you would have a bruise there tomorrow. And yet, you continued to moan, to the point where tears were streaming down your face.

“Is this good? Do you like this?” He asked, his husky voice enough to get you drooling.

“Y-Yes, Jotaro! It feels so good!” You told him, and he grunted, giving a particularly hard thrust that made you squeal. “Fuck… Good. What a good student I have.” You could tell by his town that he was meant to be teasing you, but it caused you to squeeze against him a little tighter. You couldn’t help it, it was kind of hot to hear him praise you like that. Unfortunately, he seemed to catch on.

“You like when I say that? When I call you my good little student?” He asked, and you whined, trying to claw into his back at this point. You could feel your body start to teeter towards the edge at this point.

“Y-Yes, I like it! Please, Jotaro, I’m so close!” You cried out, and he just chuckled before beginning to slam into you even harder. He was going to make sure you couldn’t walk right for a week.

“Then cum. Show me how good I make you feel.” He commanded, and you couldn’t help but give in. You moaned his name loudly, his word making you fall over the edge. You felt your entire body spasm from the ordeal, waves of pleasure coming over you. You heard Jotaro let out a small curse from under his breath, and pull out just in time to cum on your chest. The two of you were just panting, still in euphoria from the bliss that the two of you had felt together. You sat up slowly, and Jotaro leaned in to give you a kiss. It was certainly mouthy, no doubt, but it felt much more meaningful than the one that started this whole mess.

And then, he pulled away, refusing to make eye contact with you.

“Well… I guess I was wrong. You seem to be in good health.” He told you, and you nodded slowly. This was just a one time thing, after all. You both would probably never speak of it again. You began to clean yourself up, while Jotaro walked over to his desk and packed a few things up. You tried your best to look presentable, hoping that your roommate wouldn’t comment about how you probably reek of sex.

And then, the both of you left the room, Jotaro locking the door behind the both of you.

“I’ll see you tomorrow in lab then. Make sure to have the prelab assignment done.” He told you, and then he left. You walked in the opposite direction, hoping to go home and rest for a bit. Your body ached, surely no doubt protesting your decision to move so soon, but still, it was time to go home. To forget this all happened, and hope he forgot too. The true walk of shame was going to be in tomorrow’s lab, after all.

There was however, a small hope in your heart, that you tried to push down. To hope such a thing would only leave you sad, only hurt you. And yet, there it was.

The hope that this could happen again.

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writing-imagines · 6 years ago

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“Tell Me” Chapter 2

It was the first Friday night of the semester and you were exhausted to say the least. A majority of your assigned readings were well over thirty pages and Calhoun had already given the class an un-scheduled paper to finish in two weeks. The only thing that made the week enjoyable was your after class talks with Lizzie, making you feel like actual friends.

You were sitting on the floor of your on campus apartment living room, trying to actually finish your assignments, when Chris walked in.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” He asked dramatically while throwing his bag on the floor.

“My homework? What are you doing?”

“You’re supposed to be getting ready for our night out. We had an agreement.”

“I never fully agreed to go out. Plus, I have all this work to get done before Monday.”

“Oh please, no one ever does the readings. C’mon get up and get dressed. We’re leaving at nine.”

Chris walked down the hall to his room, allowing you to finish up your work. You knew Chris wouldn’t leave you alone until you went out. With a heavy heart, you gathered your books and walked to your room to get ready for the night.

After changing into something suitable for a crowded New York bar, Chris excitedly dragged you outside to start the night. You were proud of yourself for bringing a jacket because the night sky looked very cloudy.

“So, how was your day?” Chris asked as the two of you quickly crossed a busy New York street.

“It’s was okay. Nothing really exciting happened. How was your day?”

“It was great! My psychology class was cancelled, that pretty girl from accounting class was at the gym, and she asked to hang out with us tonight. She’s bringing a friend for you too.” Chris nudged your arm and gave you a smirk.

“Chris no.” You groaned loud enough for the people walking past to stare for a moment.

“You need to get over our history TA, y/n.”

“Her name is Lizzie and I’m not hung up on her.”

“Then why were you drooling over her today during class?”

“I was not drooling over her. I was just trying to focus on what she was saying. She’s a lot quieter than Calhoun.”

“Drooling.” Chris hummed while smirking. Before you got the chance to fire back, two girls started calling for Chris.

“Chris! Chris! Over here!” You looked down the street to see a pretty brunette and dark haired girl jumping up and down trying to get your best friend’s attention.

“Hey Ava!” Chris opened his arms and hugged the girl with dark hair. You stood back awkwardly and watched the interaction. While Chris and Ava talked to each other for a moment, you looked at the girl beside Ava. She was undoubtedly pretty with her brunette hair and brown eyes.

“This is my best friend and roommate, y/n.” Chris gestured towards you. The girls both looked at you with what seemed to be genuine smiles.

“Nice to meet you, y/n! This is my best friend, Julie.”

“Hey, nice to meet you, y/n!” Julie flung herself forward and hugged you. You were a little taken back and awkwardly hugged her with just one arm.

“Nice to meet you too, Julie.” You tried to sound as joyful as possible, but Chris knew you were forcing it. He gave you his well-known ‘please play along’ look.

“Now that we all know each other, let’s go inside before all the booths get taken.”

Chris held his hand out for Ava and she quickly accepted it. While they walked into the bar, Julie looked at you with hopeful eyes, obviously wanting you to offer out your hand. With a forced smile, you extended your hand and she happily held it.

The four of you quickly found one of the last available booths and crammed in. You were glad that Julie finally released your hand once you sat down. Unfortunately, shortly after you sat down, Chris dragged you to the bar for drinks.

“So, what do you think about Julie?” He asked while trying to get the bartenders attention.

“She seems okay.”

“Ava said she’s more into partying than school. Maybe tell her about some of our party stories to break the ice.”

“Like the time you tried to fight that frat guy and ended up getting knocked out?”

“Maybe tell her a different story.”

As the night went on Chris and Ava got closer, looking like boyfriend and girlfriend by ten-thirty. You and Julie on the other hand appeared to be acquaintances. Julie was a nice girl, but she really wasn’t your type. It was true what Chris said earlier, Julie was more focused on partying than school. In the two hours you had spent together, she only told you stories that involved her getting way too drunk and being so hungover she couldn’t make it to class.

Julie was talking about some party in Brooklyn she went to when you turned your head to the bar’s entrance. You watched as the door opened and Elizabeth walked in and immediately went to the bar. Chris and the girls were busy talking, allowing for you to mumble an excuse to leave and go to the bar.

“Hey Lizzie.” You said while sitting on the bar stool beside her. Lizzie quickly turned her head towards you, her unhappy look quickly faded once she realized it was you.

“Hey y/n. Funny running into you here.”

“I could say the same. I didn’t picture you as a dive bar type of girl.”

“I’m usually not, but work and school were rough today.”

“Want to talk about it?” You asked, not really expecting her to accept.

“Professor Calhoun is making my life a living hell. He critiques everything single thing I do. He said the lecture I gave today wasn’t good because I sounded ‘too friendly.’ How am I supposed to sound? Like I’m angry and don’t want to be there?” Lizzie dramatically threw her head back with a groan.

“Yeah that sounds like Calhoun. Don’t take it personally, he hates everyone and their work equally.”

“Great, that makes me feel better.” She laughed and rolled her eyes.

“What are you drinking? I’ll buy the next round.”

“Vodka tonic.”

You waved the bartender down and got Lizzie’s drink. Much to your surprise, Lizzie changed the subject from school to her personal life. She told you about her parents, both successful lawyers, and her best friend since childhood/roommate. As Lizzie started to talk about a family trip to France, she unexpectedly pulled her phone out. She looked at the screen for a moment before returning her attention to you.

“Sorry, that was my roommate. She left her key in the apartment this morning and is now locked out.”

“Hey, it happens to the best of us.”

“She must be the best because it happens to her at least once a week. I swear if she wasn’t my best friend I’d tell her to wait until I got home.” Lizzie rolled her eyes with a small smile. You couldn’t explain why but you loved that small smile.

“Did you take a cab here?”

“Oh no, I walked from the university. My apartment also isn’t too far of a walk from here.”

“I can walk you home if you want. It’s not safe to walk around the city alone at night. Unless, you think it’s inappropriate.” You watched as Elizabeth twisted her lips, appearing to regret what she said earlier in the week.

“You can walk me home, but only because it is dangerous to be alone at night.”

After Lizzie finished her drink the two of you got ready to leave. You looked towards the booth where Chris and the girls were sitting. They were all laughing and obviously didn’t notice your absence. As you followed Lizzie outside, you texted Chris incase they noticed you were gone.

Y/n: I’m going for a quick walk. I’ll be right back

You slid your phone back into your pocket and turned your attention to Lizzie. She was looking around frantically as if someone was following you.

“If you’re worried about someone from the university seeing us I can walk a few feet behind you. That way they won’t think we’re together and any robbers will assume I’m already in the process of robbing you, so they’ll leave you alone.” You let out an awkward laugh while Lizzie nervously bit her lip.

“I’m sorry I’m being so weird. I just don’t want to get in trouble and lose my job or get kicked out of school. I really did want to hang out with you that first day we met.”

“You did?”

“Yeah. I don’t know anyone here besides my best friend and I thought-“ Lizzie suddenly stopped and looked away from you. It was hard to tell because of the city lights, but you swore she was blushing.

“You thought?”

“I thought you were cute too.”

“You thought I was cute on the first day I met you? I had to throw on an old shirt and wrinkled jeans so I wouldn’t be late.”

“You looked cute and you were sweet.”

“Thanks. You were hands down the prettiest girl in the room.” It took you a second to realize what you said, but it was too late to take it back. You were intentionally flirting with her now.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to-I mean you are pretty. I just...yeah...”

‘Smooth y/n. Smooth.’ You thought while mentally kicking yourself.

“Thank you.” She shyly mumbled.

You were silent for a few moments until Lizzie walked up to a building. You made a mental note that it was almost across the street from one of your favorite cafés.

“This is me. Thanks for walking me home.”

“It was no problem. Thanks for keeping my company at the bar.”

“It was my pleasure. Maybe next time you can tell me some of your stories?”

“Defiantly. I’ve got a lot of stories and I won’t lie to you, a majority of them involve Chris.”

“I look forward to hearing them.”

“I can give you my number. That way we can figure out a time and a place to talk that isn’t after our nine o’clock class.” You practically mumbled. Lizzie’s lips tugged into a smile, making you feel a little less nervous about asking for her number.

“Yeah okay.” Lizzie pulled out her phone and handed it over to you. You shakily typed your name and number into her contacts before handing it back to her. You two in comfortable silence until you felt a rain drop on your head.

“I better head back before it completely pours. I’ll see you later, Lizzie.”

“I’ll call you a cab and you can wait inside if you want.” You really considered her offer, but you remembered Chris and the girls were at the bar.

“That’s okay, I think I can make it home before it downpours.”

“Have fun running and have a good night, y/n.” Lizzie said with a smirk.

“Trust me, I will. Goodnight Lizzie.”

You quickly spun around and started to make your way back to the bar. The closer you got to the destination the more it started to rain. By the time you were a few feet away from the bar it was raining buckets.

Thankfully, the large crowd had died down some. You were able to navigate the crowd without bumping into too many people with your wet clothes. When you reached the booth, you were surprised to find Chris sitting alone.

“Where did the girls go?” You asked sliding in across from Chris.

“They went to the bathroom to adjust their makeup. How was your walk?”

“It was good until it started raining. We’re defiantly going to have to sprint back to the apartment.”

“Did you get Elizabeth home before it started raining?” Chris asked before drinking what you assumed was water. You felt your cheeks get warm at the comment. Whether you told the truth or lied, Chris was going to banter you know matter what.

“I didn’t walk Lizzie home.”

“You really think I didn’t see you two ogling over each other at the bar and then walk out together? Come on y/n, have more faith in me.”

“You can’t tell anyone, okay? She’s on edge about losing her job if she’s seen out with anyone form the university.”

“You’re little love affair is safe with me. But you’re going to have to break the news to Julie that you’re taken. She’s been planning your wedding since you left.”

“Lizzie and I aren’t together. We’re just friends.”

“That’s what everyone says before starting an affair.” Chris hummed with that damn smirk.

“We’re not-“

“Y/n! You’re b-back!” Julie nearly screamed before uncomfortably throwing her arms around you. You didn’t know how it was possible, but she seemed to be even more intoxicated than when you left.

“Do you guys mind if we call it a night? I think she needs to go to bed.” Ava said, slurring a few words in the process.

“I don’t mind. Do you, y/n?” Chris asked, already sliding out of the booth.

“I’m good with going home.”

“Take me homeeeee.” Julie sang, throwing her arms out and almost smacking you in the face.

“Yeah we’re taking you to your own home so you can sleep in your own bed.” Chris offered his hand to Julie and helped her out of the booth. You slid out and immediately Julie threw herself into your arms.

“Carry meeee.” She squealed while tightening her grip around your neck. With a sigh, you forced yourself and Julie through the bar.

Chris managed to grab a cab passing by and the four of you awkwardly squeezed in. Julie and Ava were talking back and forth about some makeup brand the whole time, leaving you and Chris any room to talk. After the headache inducing cab ride was over, you managed to get the girls inside their apartment safely.

Chris and Ava shared a quick goodnight kiss while you helped Julie to the couch. She tried to kiss you, but you laughed it off and told her goodnight. You had just walked out into the hallway, you were waiting for Chris and Ava to say goodbye, when your phone let out a chime. You pulled it out of your pocket and saw a message from an unknown number.

Unknown: Hey y/n it’s Lizzie. Just thought I’d text you so you’d have my number too

Y/n: Hey thanks for texting me! I was afraid you’d ghost me

Lizzie: I can’t really ghost you since I see you three days a week

Y/n: You got me there, Olsen

“Alright y/n, ready to-oh my God is she texting you?!” Chris asked with wide exaggerated eyes.

“No...I got an email.”

“And you smile like an idiot anytime you get an email?”

“Yeah. I fucking love emails, Chris.”

Chris rolled his eyes before wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“Come on you love struck puppy, let’s go home.”

Chris let go of your shoulders and started to make his way down the hall. You let out a sigh of relief and followed your best friend down the hallway. You couldn’t wait to go home and recover from the nights events.

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rezdogsyonder · 6 years ago

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Need (4)

Pairing: Professor!Rogers x reader

Summary: the reader is doing a fantastic job and she finally feels as though she’s doing better. That is until something happens.

Warnings: blood, attempted rape, injury, mugging

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It has been 6 days since Steve has asked you to be his TA. Since then the two of you have gotten significantly closer. you’re starting to see him as a friend and he couldn’t be happier with that progress. Going from small talk to full blown conversations. He walks you home too, you don’t even go to the library anymore. Opting to stay and work in his presence.

He has been able to keep his desires in check. So far.

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You woke up with your alarm, 6:00am. You decided to take the early shift so you can manage the classes you now go to. Every Tuesday and Thursday you stay in Steve’s classroom from 12pm-10pm the first two classes are back to back, then the third class you participate in then the fourth is the last class of the day.

You’ve also been staying till dark to do your school work, Steve said he doesn’t mind you working in the office with him so your basically all caught up in everything. Even coming in Wednesday’s go help him prepare anything he needs, when he is all done he helps you with homework.

It was really nice of him to offer you this “job”, because of it you are getting great grades in your classes. You just needed his little push.

You get up without hitting snooze, hardest thing to do. Rushing to shower and get dressed. You left your makeup at work in the office so you’ll just get there early and do you’re make up there.

You decided on a black and white corduroy skirt and a black long sleeve. A pair of dark grey knee high boots to go with it.

You’re out of the apartment at 6:15, completely ready, even carrying your purse, wallet, and some tampons cause you know it’s coming up one of these days. Even your laptop and flash drive to work on your thesis. Barely anybody comes in before 7:30.

Opening isn’t so bad, you just weren’t a morning person. Luckily you work at a coffee shop. The walk was quiet, peaceful, the smell of dew on the grass is calming. A kinda slow pace so you can enjoy the morning in your way to the coffee shop.

You think back to Steve. Not Mr.Rogers. You remember the conversation of him acting you to call him Steve.

“—it makes me feel old when I get called Mr.Rogers.”

You giggled, “But you are old, weren’t you born in 1920?”

“1918, but yeah you’re right, but I should say it makes me feel like a crotchety old man.”

“Ok... Steve. Only cause you’re not crotchety. Yet.”

He smiled at you, “Thank you?” Unsure of how to respond.

You smile at the memory, kinda realizing your slowly growing crush on him. Too deep in thought to notice the figure behind you.

Passing by an alley, you suddenly feel a pain of hands pull you into the alley.

“Give me your purse and nobody needs to get hurt. ‘Kay pretty girl?”

“No! Get away from me.” You tried to back up, on key managing to get youself further into the corner he put you.

He brandished a knife, “Yenno you could’ve made this easier on yourself, darlin’.”

You bring the strap over your shoulder, “Fine, then take it!” You say loudly hoping someone will hear, then toss the bag to the other side of the alley.

He looked at the bag then kept creeping towards you, “Since ya caused me so much trouble, I think I deserve a little somethin’ extra.” He kept walking towards you.

You begin to panick but you couldn’t move, why can’t you move? He has his hands on you, you try pushing him off, finally regaining control of your limbs but it’s too late. He’s too strong.

You scream. “HELP! WA—” you were cut off by his filthy hand covering your mouth. You claw at his arm trying to get it off, but he uses his elbow to pin your to the wall, his bone digging into you. No doubt leaving bruises. The other arm stuck behind you in the corner.

“Shh now darlin, don’t want anybody interrupting us, now do we?”

He drags the blade from your cheek bone to your jaw, and it’s very sharp, bleeding even though he did it lightly. He licks where he just cut.

“You’re just sweet all over. Can’t wait to feel ya.”

You feel tears coming but you don’t want to give him that satisfaction so you hold them back, and you try to kick him, do anything, but he has you completely pinned. His hand holding the knife goes down and cuts your skirt. You slide down about 4-5 inches so you can bend your legs preventing your skirt from falling further. The brick scraping the back of your head, and your arm staying in the same place causing your shoulder to pop.

“Hey don’t try to get away.” Him emphasizing “away” by pushing you hard against the brick corner. Closer than you already were, another louder pop comes from your shoulder, the force of him slamming you paired with your oddly angled arm caused you pain you haven’t felt before.

You cry out in pain, muffled by his hand.

“Don’t worry girly,” he smiled. “Gonna make you feel all better.” You hadn’t noticed that your skirt had fallen the rest of the way. Leaving your underwear bare. He groped your breast before getting lower. Slightly cutting your belly since he was still holding the knife. Wen he got to your underwear he put the knife between his teeth, and was unbuckling his belt and pants.

That’s when you hear it. You’re about to cry in joy when somebody yells, “Hey! GET OFF HER!” You hear running footsteps get closer.

You see the man holding you down panic. “This is your own fault girly.” And he runs away. You slid down to the ground. You feel a burning in your side. You look down and the knife he had was sticking out, right above your right hipbone. The back of your leg feels warm almost immediately. You’re bleeding. Fast.

You see the man come flying back, and he hit the wall landing in the garbage. Unconscious.

You look up and Steve is running towards you.

“Y/N! Hold on I’ve got you!” He pulls out the knife, you barely feel it. He takes off his jacket and ties it around you, tightly. You just hold onto his arms.

He pulled out his phone, “I need an ambulance a squad car to—” you tune out his voice starting to feel everything.

Your shoulder. The back of your head. You’re face. You’re side. You’re becoming aware that Steve just saved you. You start crying the tears that you wouldn’t let fall before.

“Thank you. Thank you.” You can’t stop saying it as you sink into his arms. He’s hung up now.

“You’re alright. You’re gonna be fine, just listen to me Y/N. You’re going to be just fine.” He held your face in his hands as you start to fall unconscious. “No! Y/N I need you to stay awake for me alright? Y/N?” He strokes your hair. “Y/N? Fuck!”

He picked you up and begins running you towards the opening of the dead end alley. He hears sirens from his left and begins running towards them. “You’re gonna be fine Y/N. I need you to be ok. Ok?”

He spots the ambulance and starts running even faster. They’re stopped in traffic. Damn New York. The driver sees him running and the two responders run to open the back. He placed you in their care, “please make sure she’s okay, please.” Tears trying well in his eyes but he won’t let them. He needs to be angry.

Three cars down is the police, he knows they aren’t going to get there before the man leaves so he runs to the alley. He’s still there laying face down in the trash. He looks around, grabbing your skirt (more what’s left of it) and a purse he recognized as yours.

He grabs the man by the collar of his shirt and starts dragging him in the direction of the police. The man groaning most of the way.

They weren’t any closer than where he left them, ambulance included and his heart aches. His mind thinking the worst now that he knows you’re not getting to the hospital fast enough.

He keeps going the police get out of their vehicle.

“This man tried to rape my student and she is now sitting in that ambulance.” He pointed in your direction, using the hand holding your tattered skirt. “Make him pay.” He tossed him in their backseat, slamming the door.

He runs back to the ambulance, one is back behind the wheel and the other is putting pressure on your wound.

“How far is the nearest hospital?”

“What?” The responder asked, confusion clear in her voice.

“Where is the nearest hospital?” Steve spoke through gritted teeth.

“Three blocks north, and 2 blocks east.” The responder began giving you a makeshift abdominal tourniquet. Steve picks you back up and runs in the direction the woman gave him and began running as fast as he could.

He got there in 5 minutes and rushes into the emergency room.

“Somebody! She’s been stabbed.” Two nurses rush over with a gurney. He laid you down gently on it, and they start wheeling you away. “Her names yn!” He wanted to follow but a security guard stopped him.

“I know you want back there but it’s just doctors last this point. Go to the waiting room.” The guard gave a sympathetic smile, walking him back out to wait.

**********

It’s been nearly 2 hours but it felt like days. He can’t stop staring at his hands. He washed off you blood probably an hour ago when he noticed but he can’t stop staring. So much blood. He can’t help but think back to the past. The war. Everything. This time he lets the tears flow.

“Miss Y/N family?” Steve stood up and immediately went to the doctor.

“Is she alright? Is she awake? How is she doing?” He stumbled out quickly.

“Are you a family member or spouse?”

“family member.”

“Come with me.” They began walking together to you. “She is stable. The knife didn’t hit anything important. Just barely missing her large instestine. The loss of blood however made her go into hypovolemic shock. She has abrasions on the back of her head, and a dislocated shoulder. The cut on her face will not need stitches but may leave a scar. She will need to stay overnight for observation and while she is receiving a transfusion and is on an IV.”

Steve just nods, knowingly as he’s heard this all before while in the initiative.

“She’s also on a lot of pain medications, we believe he may have struck her illiohypogastric nerve. She may feel pain in her lower abdomen and inner thigh until she heals.”

They get to your room and his heart breaks even further. It’s not even noon yet and you look wrecked. Pale. Fragile. He realizes now that he is the only one that knows you’re here.

He digs in your bag for your phone, it’s a fingerprint lock. You’re right here so it’s no problem. He goes to your emergency contacts and calls your roommate and boss. He also noticed no parents in your contacts, but didn’t pay no mind. Both of them didn’t take the news well, but who could blame them. Now all he had to do was wait.

**********

He was just staring at your form in the bed. He should’ve gotten there sooner, he was on his morning run. But he woke up a little late. If he just was in time she wouldn’t be here. He leaned his forehead on the bed, hands clasped together informs of him, nearly touching your leg.

He was almost about to cry again when he felt cold fingers run through his hair. He looked up and saw you smiling down at him sleepily.

“Is this real?” You asked kinda slurred.

“Yeah Y/N. It’s real.” Your hand travels from his hair down to his cheek. He puts his own hand over yours and kissed your palm. He doesn’t think you’ll remember this, you seem too out of it because of the drugs.

He grabs your hand and puts both of his hands around it, trying to warm you up. He can’t drop smiling. You’re ok.

“Oh my god Y/N!” Maria comes running in along with your boss, a short woman with long graying hair. I believe her name is Lottie. They both look as though they’ve been crying. Eyes a little puffy, faces flushed, and with a little blush around the noses.

“Thank god you’re ok!” She gave you a soft hug. Your unoccupied hand going around her. She let go and let your boss hug you.

Steve put your hand on the bed and stands up, “I believe I’m going to go now.” He grabs her bag, “She dropped this in the alley.” He hands Maria the bag, and showed the folded up fabric of your skirt. “And I should bring this to the police.”

He was going to walk out the door when he felt a small hand on his arm. Lottie grabbed him. “Thank you for saving her. Is it too much to ask you what happened?”

“I’m not sure if Y/N would want me telling you, but you seem like you care for her very much.”

He led her out into the hall and closed your door, “I don’t want to upset her by reminding her why she’s here. But I only got there at the end but I was running and I heard struggling down an alley. I went to see what it was and this man had her pinned to the—the wall.” He’s beginning to grow angry again. He clenched his fists. “He has already cut her face and her...” he looks down at the fabric in his hands. “Her skirt... I got there before he did anything.” He sighed feeling tears in his eyes once again, “I don’t know I think I scared him. He stabbed her when he heard me coming.” He kept his head down, talking so quietly due to his shame, the tears freely falling. “He’s with the police now ma’am. I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure he doesn’t get away with this.”

Lottie is crying once more, “Thank you for saving my girl.” She hugged him, catching him off guard. But her being almost 5 feet tall dragged him down till he was halfway kneeling. He hugged back, understanding why you like this woman.

“Now go get him.” She said with such hatred in her voice that he didn’t expect from her.

He nodded, and was on his way.

**********

It didn’t take him long to find the precinct that man was at.

His name is Chester Straite.

He was fuming, opting to walk instead taking a ride in a cab. He hopes it’ll calm him. It doesn’t work though since he just gets kore angry every step that leads to the entrance.

“I need to give a statement. Who is the officer that made the arrest on Chester Straite?”

The receptionist behind the desk typed away on her computer, “That would be Detective White. Here is your visitors pass and his name is on the door.”

“Don’t I have to fill out a visitors form?”

“I’ve done it for you, have a good day Mr.America.” She said in a slight monotone voice.

“Yeah, uh thank you.” He took the pass and walked past her desk, seeing cubicles. Looking at each door. He feels the eyes on him, but he needs to do this. He finds White and knocks, probably too hard, he even startled himself with the strength he used unexpectedly.

The door opened to reveal a short tired man. He sighed and took a step to the side allowing Steve entrance.

“Who are you here for today Captain America.” He groaned out.

“I’m under the impression that you arrested Chester Straite? I am here to give you my statement.” He wondered why the detective was the one to make the arrest. He didn’t remember seeing him at the scene. That didn’t matter though, Steve had already talked to Tony and he’s getting Straite transferred to one of his cops. The kind that cares.

Steve already has a lawyer in mind.

“We will need to move to the interview room, that alright?” It was a question but there is no tone in his voice. He’s burnt out, he can tell.

“Yeah, lead the way.”

They get to the room, he get out his notepad, and Steve prepares himself to tell the story. Hopefully without destroying anything or crying.

**********

Steve wants you to be okay. He knows your awake and you’re healing but he will do anything in his power to make you feel safe again.

Anything.

#steve rogers fic #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #professor!rogers #avengers fic #avengers #need #marvel fic #marvel

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somedayonbroadway · 6 years ago

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The Cool Teacher

“Okay! I’m here for homeroom, I’m here for English and Art n’ I’m here when ya just wanna talk,” Mr. Kelly stated, his feet kicked up on an empty desk in the first row as he sat on the edge of his own. His jacket was off now. He was wearing a short sleeved button up and a tie. He had a tattoo on his forearm. Some kind of dark rose.

Without even thinking, the word “Cool!” slipped from Albert’s mouth. And the teacher’s head shot up.

“Did I say you could talk?” he asked. Race laughed behind him. But Albert never did too well with being singled out.

For a moment Albert stuttered. The man slowly stood. “I-I thought so,” the boy tried to play off.

Mr. Kelly walked up to him, glancing down at his sheet and finding his name before leaning over his desk and he gripping the sides of it. “You trouble, DaSilva? You the guy who’s gonna bring down the new teacher?” he asked, a small smirk on his face. Like he was messing around. But damn, he was intimidating as hell.

Again, without thinking, Albert spoke. “No, Sir, that would be Tony.” He closed his mouth immediately, eyes wide as he looked down at his desk. He could already feel the eyes burning into the back of his neck. His best friend was going to hit him. “I mean-“

“Nah, nah, good man, good man,” Mr. Kelly appraised, pushing himself up, off the desk and taking a quick glance around. “Tony,” he repeated, as if getting used to the name. “Now, if Tony is really trouble,” he said, looking at each and every one of us students as he circled the perimeter of his room. “Then Tony would do his best to avoid makin’ eye contact with-“ he cut himself off as he shoved his hands in his pockets, zeroing in on the only kid in the classroom that wouldn’t look at him. “Hi, Tony,” he grinned.

Forcing a grin and bitterly glancing up at his best friend who was sitting right in front of him, Race turned to the teacher. “How ya doin’?” he greeted casually, like he wasn’t just singled out.

With a laugh, Mr. Kelly leaned back on the desk behind him and nodded. “Pretty good. Hey, Tony,” he continued on, holding up the small book in his hand. “Ya know anythin’ about the Odyssey?” he asked.

“Yes I do,” the boy replied confidently.

Amused, the man nodded. “Yeah, besides that it’s a book?”

“No I don’t,” the boy stated with just the same enthusiasm as before. This was perfect. He was already on this teacher’s radar.

But the man just stood, walking back to the front of his classroom. “Okay, who know what Odyssey means?”

Every hand in the first row flew up. Jack smiled. This was how it worked, he supposed. But the others weren’t safe yet. Sticking to the same row, the man leaned down to the caramel skinned girl sitting just in front of the other two boys he’d just met. Her hand was raised high. “What’s ya name?” he asked quietly.

“Josephine,” she replied quickly, with a smile

Standing back up and looking around at all the other hands, the young teacher pointed to the girl. “Josephine,” he called, like he’d known her name the whole time. She giggled a bit.

“It means a difficult journey,” she replied easily.

Somewhat impressed, Mr. Kelly straightened up. He nodded. “Yes it does. An epic journey about a guy just tryin’ ta get home alive.” It was familiar. But Jack didn’t show it. “In fantasy worlds with characters who have these ancient notions ‘bout loyalty an’ heroism,” he explained quickly, gesturing a bit as he sat back against his desk.

“Yeah, who wants ta read about that?” Albert sighed. Jack wanted to laugh. This kid was trying so hard to be buddy-buddy with him. It was amusing.

Standing back to his feet. “Well, apparently you do,” he stated, tossing the book back to his desk and walking over to the student’s. He caught a glimpse of something beneath the kid’s binder. “What is that, X-Man?” he asked.

The boy’s brown eyes widened just a bit. He reached to cover his binder. “No-“

The teacher was quick. He ripped the thing out from its hiding place, inspecting it like any teacher would. “What? Ya think I don’t know X-Man when I see it? It’s a great issue, ain’t it?” He knew he shouldn’t be talking like that. It was the main reason he’d almost lost out on this job all together. But it wasn’t the easiest thing to just stop. It was how he spoke.

He took the thing back to his desk, flipping it open as his student gaped. “You read X-Man?”

“Course I read X-Man,” he nodded. “Fantasy worlds, epic heroism, yeah, I read X-Man. In fact,” he stated, glancing around the room. “Let’s all read X-Man. Your assignment is to read The Odyssey n’ this issue of X-Man.”

Before the sentence was even out of his mouth, the red head was already shouting. “Finally! A cool teacher!”

Stifling another laugh, Jack nodded. “And my friend Mr. DaSilva is gonna lead the discussion on the similarities n’ differences between the two,” he decided.

Eyes still wide, all Albert could do was lean back towards Race. “Kloppman, with a tattoo,” he decided.

The other boy only nodded. And Mr. Kelly kept talking.

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“Damn that teacher’s tough,” Albert sighed as they walked out. JoJo was gone already. Off to her next class most likely. “He singled us out on the first day!”

With a bitter laugh and a roll of his eyes, Race turned to him. “No, Al. He singled you out. You singled me out.”

Albert sighed. “Look, I’m sorry,” he said with a shrug. “What do we got next?”

A/N: No one asked for more, but it’s here anyways! Anyone wanna see more or have a specific scene they want written? Lemme know!

#newsies #fanfiction #boy meets world #jack kelly #albert dasilva #jojo #racetrack higgins #mr turner #cory matthews #shawn hunter #topanga lawrence #again im bored #and sick

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babybluebex · 6 years ago

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Wait For Me pt. 1

this one also disappeared, so have at it lads

pt. 2

Every girl in our school knew Merriel. He was the smooth-talking Cajun boy with curly hair and a smirking smile, and he was the biggest player if I had ever met one. He was constantly flirting in his silky accent that, even though New Orleans was overrun with Cajuns, the girls found charming. I had to admit that I too was charmed by him, but not for the same reasons that everyone else was.

One day in sophomore year, my grammar teacher held me back after class and told me that there was a student that was struggling and would benefit from a little tutoring. I happily accepted, even though I figured that I couldn’t be much help. My mother always told me that I was an angel, willing to help people even if it didn’t help me.

I was sitting in the school library, lazily scanning our assigned reading, when I saw Merriel enter. I mentally scoffed at the sight of him, and my body tensed when he moved close to my table. Finally, he sat down without a word, and I felt those blue eyes scanning me. “You’re Rose, ain’t ya?” Merriel asked finally.

“Daisy,” I corrected him.

“Damn, yeah,” Merriel said. “Knew it was some type’a flower. I guess you’re my tutor, huh?”

“Seems that way,” I sighed. “What’cha need help with?”

“I ain’t getting none of this,” Merriel chuckled. “It ain’t a big deal or nothin’, but my daddy’s gonna skin me if I fail anotha class.”

“I’ll help ya keep your skin on,” I told him.

I kept my promise to him. We met once a week, sometimes at the library, sometimes at my house, and I would help him with the grammar work. He was truly a sweet fella and it was a shame that he had the playboy reputation, but I noticed something change around our last year of high school. We were the Martha Washington High School Class Of 1940, and everybody in our class had just about given up. Boys knew that they were gonna end up at their daddy’s car garages or other vocations, and the girls had already picked out who they would marry. We had our futures lined up for us, and I had the same. I was the only girl who had been accepted to go to college for something substantial and not just a beautician course; I was a computing major at Louisiana State University. Merriel assured me that he had a job lined up at the lumber yard a few miles outside of town, and our lives were perfectly aligned.

“Dai!” Merriel exclaimed as I tossed my bike at the top of the path that led to his house. He lived with his parents in the Bayou, and the July air was already bringing sweat to my hairline. He jumped down the porch steps and ran to me, and he picked me up and spun me around.

“Merriel!” I squealed. “What’s wrong?”

“Ain’t nothin’ wrong!” Merriel cried. He gave me a few thick sheets of paper, and I only had to read the first line before I was as excited as he was.

“You got inta Tulane?” I gasped. “Merriel! Why didn’t ya tell me you were applying?”

“I didn’t think I’d get in,” Merriel grinned. “But... Wow, Dai! I’m a college-bound man now!”

“Congratulations,” I said and hugged him tightly. “I’m proud of ya. Ain’t everyday a knucklehead like you gets into Tulane.”

“Hey, ya helped me,” Merriel told me and ruffled up my hair. “Couldn’t’a done it without ya.”

I chuckled. “Good Lord, Merriel, ya flatter me,” I said. “I ain’t done nothin’ to help ya. I helped ya pass tenth grade English, that didn’t help ya get into college.”

“Helped me get inta this one!” Merriel grinned like a fool. I had seen him drunk and happy, but this was a different kind of happy. This was gleefully happy. “Thank ya, Dai.”

“Don’t mention it,” I told and playfully shoved him away. “Now, if your momma ain’t ‘round, I say we should go for a swim.”

Merriel agreed. He lived close to a pond that was always overrun with mosquitoes, but it had heavy tree coverage that kept it hidden from anyone. It was a perfect paradise, and Merriel had been taking me there to swim for years. He was the best friend that I could ever ask for, and he didn’t judge me when I was unladylike. I kicked off my little slipper shoes and carried them under my arm as Merriel and I raced through the Bayou's Spanish moss-adorned trees, batting it out of the way as we traversed the path that we knew so well. Merriel reached the water’s edge before me, which wasn’t a surprise because he had longer legs than I did and he also wasn’t wearing nylons (which were hard as hell to run in), and he began to undo his belt to swim. I stopped next to him and brushed stray hair off of my sweaty face, and I reached around behind me and undid my dress. We frequently went on cheeky swimming trips and had long grown comfortable in our underwear around each other, but my dress came off and my heart stopped. I wore a slip that day instead of a brassiere and knickers, and I slowly pulled off my nylons. Merriel was already knee-deep in the water, cupping it in his palms and splashing it onto his hair. “C’mon, Dai,” he said. “Water’s fine.”

“It ain’t that,” I said. “This is as far as I can go, and my momma’ll kill me if I get my slip wet.”

“I don’t care,” Merriel said and turned away from me. “I won’t look at ya. I’ll even get all undressed too, if ya’d like.”

My hands shook as I pulled my slip dress off, and I slowly waded into the water. It felt good, especially against the bare skin of my stomach, and I crossed my arms over my chest as I moved further into the water. It wasn’t entirely clear and, once the water was at my shoulders, I felt comfortable with letting my arms drift away from my body. “Nobody can know ‘bout this,” I said softly. “Your daddy’ll have my head on his wall.”

“Nobody needs to know,” Merriel said, still facing away from me, and he quickly sank entirely underwater. I enjoyed the quiet buzz of cicadas for a moment before Merriel resurfaced and flung his wet boxers to the shore. He was still turned away from me, and he asked, “Does this make ya feel better?”

Affecting others was never something I did. I didn’t consider myself a looker, even though I had been told that I was, but a small piece of my heart always wished that Merriel would see something in me that others didn’t. I wished that he’d see past the glasses and conservative sweaters and see me, Daisy, the girl who liked riding her bike and drinking beer and playing darts. The fact that we were so bare, so close to each other made me feel sick, and I moved a few inches closer to him. “Mer?” I said softly. I started to reach out to him, but my fingers halted just above his tan and freckled shoulder. I sighed softly, and Merriel turned his head slightly to catch a glimpse of me.

“Something wrong?” he asked and turned fully to see me, and his face softened. He had to see how nervous I was. He couldn’t be that blind. “Daisy.”

“Ya know how much trouble I’d get in if my momma knew ‘bout this?” I laughed lightly, but Merriel was stern and serious. Something had filled those blue eyes of his, and he seemed to hesitate before he reached out and took my hand. His skin was so warm and inviting, and I stepped closer to him.

“D’ya ever feel like...” Merriel began softly, and he gently rubbed the back of my hand with his calloused thumb.”Like ya know that what you’re doin’ is significant? Like ya know it’s supposed ta happen? In the moment, you realize it, and it’s... Overwhelming, almost?”

“No,” I said softly. “I mean, I do that retroactively, but neva in the moment. Why?”

“I just had one’a those moments,” Merriel said. “Where I know that this is supposed ta happen.”

“Like a premonition?” I asked.

“No,” Merriel whispered. “Jesus. I can’t put it inta words, but I know that I was supposed to see ya like this sooner or later.”

“Like this...?”

Merriel took another step towards me, and his hands sank under the water to find my waist. “Just so damn pretty,” he said. “Not just pretty, though. You’re... Gorgeous, Daisy. Most gorgeous woman I done ever seen. I knew your face was pretty, but... I don’t know how to say it without it soundin’ skeevy, but I just--”

“Ya think I look pretty naked,” I giggled. “I mean, I understand. I’ve got great tits.”

“Daisy,” Merriel said softly. The seriousness was in full force, and he raised his eyes to my face. “I couldn’t eva tell ya ‘cause I was afraid that ya’d think I’m just a stupid dick that was comin’ onta ya, but graduation and everythang made me realize that I really don’t know what I’d do without ya. Ya’ve kept me whole for so long, and I neva wanna lose ya.”

“Ya ain’t gonna lose me, Mer,” I whispered. I swallowed back my tears and added, “Ya couldn’t get ridda me if ya tried.”

“I’ve had dreams ‘bout marrying ya,” Merriel told me. “One of those church deals, ya know, with the flowers and all. Havin’ kids with ya and everythang, havin’ a life with ya. I want that. And I know that dumpin’ all’a this on ya ain’t the best way to do this, and I understand if ya never wanna see me again, but--”

“Merriel, shut up,” I said firmly. I wasn’t mad at him, though. My heart was racing and my head was spinning, and I could barely control myself from falling into his arms. It was a surprise, but a welcome one. I drew in a shaky breath, and I whispered, “What d’ya want from me? A single night? A drink? Supper?”

“I was hopin’ for a lifetime,” Merriel said. “But I’ll take what ya give me.”

I began to laugh. “Merriel fuckin’ Shelton,” I said. “Are ya really proposin’ ta me now? But... We ain’t even been datin’.”

“We can do whatever ya want ta,” Merriel said. “I can’t let ya go ta college without at least lettin’ ya know how I feel.”

“I didn’t say that not datin’ was a problem,” I told him. “Merriel, if you’re really proposin’ ta me right now, promise me one thang.”

“Anythang,” Merriel said quickly.

“Promise me,” I began and laid my hands on his chest. “That you ain’t ever gonna name our daughter after a flower. It’s annoyin’ as hell to live with. Ya get people callin’ ya Rose and all kinds of bullshit.”

Merriel and I got out of the water soon after and redressed, but I wore his jacket over my shoulders. Our fingers were loosely intertwined as we ambled down the path that we had raced down, suddenly different people than the last time we ran down that path. We reached his house, and we lingered at the top of his path for a few seconds. “I’ll see ya tomorra at graduation, I guess,” Merriel chuckled. His hair had dried into untamed frizzy curls, and he scratched his head. “Umm, look in the pocket of my jacket. I got somethin’ for ya.”

I pushed my hand into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small golden ring. It obviously wasn’t expensive, but it had a tiny filigree around the gemstone that resembled flower petals. “A daisy,” I chuckled lightly. “You’re creative, I’ll give ya that. Put the ring on your fiancee, ya loser.”

“I’d disagree with that,” Merriel said cheekily with his signature smile. “I think I’m the winner, ‘cause I got the best girl eva.” He slipped the ring onto my finger and kissed my hand, and I tugged him close to me and kissed his forehead.

“I got the best fella eva,” I whispered. “Dream of me tonight, alright?”

“Are ya kiddin’ me?” Merriel chuckled. “I won’t be able ta get ya off my mind.”

“Sleep well, Mer,” I said softly, and I righted my bike and threw my leg over it.

“You too, Daisy,” Merriel said, and he kissed my cheek before I left.

My brother was in the den when I got home. I motioned for him to be quiet as I shut the door as slowly as I could, so as to not hit the deadbolt, but Frankie was a hell of a bastard. “Who’s jacket are ya wearin’, Dai?” he asked, and I sighed in frustration.

That brought my mother out of the kitchen. She studied me with her big brown eyes, and her features softened. “I’ve seen that Shelton boy wearin’ that jacket around,” she said. “Y’all meet up tonight?”

“Yeah, actually,” I said. I couldn’t contain my excitement. “Merriel... He proposed to me.”

“Oh, Daisy,” Momma gasped, and she rushed to hug me. “Oh, my little girl, gettin’ engaged and all. Ya did say yes, didn’t ya?”

“I did,” I chuckled. “We ain’t figured everythang out yet, but--”

Momma’s glee was bursting out of her. “My girl!” she laughed. “Goin’ to learn ta be a computer, gettin’ married, all’a that! I’m proud of ya, baby.”

“Thanks,” I whispered, and I felt my brother’s strong hand on my back. Frankie had been a rock for me for years, not going to college in favor of helping Momma run her restaurant. We didn’t have a father that either of us could remember ever meeting, but we didn’t need one. Just the three of us got along fine. We all worked at the diner whenever we had free time, Frankie picking up a few shifts as a janitor at a different diner and me tutoring younger kids in math and science. I didn’t get many tutoring options in those fields, mainly because I was mixed. I knew my daddy was from Puerto Rico, and I could barely see the pigment in me and my brother’s skin. That was why I was drawn to Merriel from the beginning; one of our first conversations as friends had him divulging how his family was Egyptian and people treated him differently for the way he looked.

“I’m happy for ya, Daisy,” Frankie told me. “Shelton’s gonna treat ya good. Or else.”

I giggled. “Like ya could hurt a fly, Frankie,” I said and turned to hug him. “I love y’all.”

Graduation went smoothly the next day. Momma met Merriel’s parents and gushed about the good things that she had heard about my betrothed, while his parents did the same. Merriel kept his arm wrapped around me the whole day, playing with the sleeve of my pretty floral dress. As he walked me home from a party that night, he stopped and plucked a bright white daisy from an embankment next to the river, and he slipped it behind my ear. We shared our first kiss under my porch light that night, and the moment that our lips met, I knew that I was in one of those moments that Merriel had asked me about. A sort of deja-vu for something that hadn’t happened yet. I knew what he meant.

Merriel made the uncouth decision to follow me to Baton Rouge. I was concerned about his hour-long commute for him to go to college, but he grasped my face and kissed me. “Nobody gonna hire me, Dai, even if I do got a degree,” he said. “Ya got potential, suga, so much more than I do. I want you to go get that computin’ degree and be the best damn computer that this country’s eva seen, because I know that ya can do it.”

We were settled in a small house by the time classes started, and I was shocked to find that I was the only woman in my computing classes. The other gentlemen gave me long stares as I sat in the front of the classroom, and finally the professor came in. He saw me, looked down at his role sheet, and said, “Young lady, I think you have the wrong classroom. The nursing school is in the next building.”

“Oh, no, sir, I’m sure I’ve got the right room,” I said with a smile. “I’m on your role sheet: D. Shelton?”

The professor looked at the sheet and back to me again. “D. Shelton,” he mumbled. “Well, Miss Shelton, I sure hope that you can keep up with the coursework.” By the end of the first term, I had the highest grade in the class. “Suck on that, old man,” Merriel grinned when he saw my grade report. “I got the prettiest damn computa this side of the Pacific.”

Life went on. We never got married because we could never find a time that felt right, but that didn’t stop us from being happy. For my birthday, Merriel surprised me with a kitten which we named Delilah, and Delilah became a little Daddy’s girl. She would always meow at Merriel during supper, and she’d only stop when he set her on her own chair so she could see us, and she insisted on sleeping on Merriel’s stomach every night. Watching Merriel take care of Delilah confirmed for me that he would be a great father, and I sat down next to the two of them one night. Merriel was reading the newspaper and smoking a cigarette as Delilah snoozed on his lap, and I said, “Mer, I wanna say somethin’ ta ya.”

“Fire away,” Merriel said, and he folded his newspaper up to give me his full attention.

I sighed. “I dunno how to say this lightly, but I guess I don’t have ta say it lightly,” I began. “Seeing you with Delilah’s got me thinkin’ ‘bout some things, and I... Hell, I dunno. I might, in the future, once I’ve got my degree... I might want kids. I dunno, though.”

“Really?” Merriel laughed. “I would love that, Dai.”

I chuckled in relief. “Good,” I said softly. “I was worried...”

“Worried ‘bout what?” Merriel asked. “That I wouldn’t want kids with ya? Daisy, I would love nothin’ more than ta have kids with ya.”

We agreed that it would be best to hold off on that until I was done with school, but that didn’t stop us from practicing. Merriel was a good lover, taking his time with me, and I loved every intimate moment that we had together. Merriel was perfect, and it seemed like absolutely nothing could go wrong.

Then, Merriel got The Letter. He was being called to duty. He had enlisted in the Marine Corps, per his father’s request, but specified that he would only leave me if there was a war. Momma remembered the first war and she said that nothing could ever be as horrible as that but, even though I had no idea what Merriel would be doing or where he would be going, I knew that this war was the worst thing for us. From the day we received the letter, he had two days before he had to report to go to training.I had been keeping a secret from him, one that I meant to surprise him with on Christmas, but we laid in bed together the night before he was to leave, and I couldn’t hold it back anymore. “Mer?” I whispered.

“Yeah, suga?” he asked.

“I gotta tell ya something...”

#rami #rami malek #snafu #the pacific #fanfiction #fanfic #mine #this is also an example of me time

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