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❥ apple cider | tobio kageyama

warnings: timeskip! university! tobio, f! reader, she/her pronouns, virgin! tobio, cunnilingus, tit-sucking, hickeys, sub! tobio, cowgirl position, praise, needy! tobio, unprotected sex, hinata mentioned

MDNI | 18+ content

word count -> 6.2k

a/n: okay yeah lowkey i lost the plot a little bit but its tobio soo... also sorry if he's ooc i tried so hard

❥ song: apple cider - beebadoobee

Biology class was a pain in the ass, no matter what your major was. Whether it was an elective course or required for a biology major, it was god-awful. At least, it was god-awful for Tobio. He needed it for a science credit, and that class was the only one that wasn’t open. And it was a 6 PM-9 PM lecture, which was the greater of the two evils. So basically, he got the worst time slot for the worst possible class. And all because he slept in once class registration started for college sophomores. It's totally unfair. 

But it wasn’t the stupidly long and late classes that pissed him all the way off, no. It was his annoying, stuck-up, sickeningly smart classmate who was the textbook definition of a know-it-all. Literal and metaphorical; you even dressed like one. Neck-length black turtlenecks with round nerd-like glasses and ankle-length skirts in tones that complement your skin so well. He hated you. He hated how you were better than him. And you were so smug about it. Your stupid little smirk would grace your features every time the professor praised you for getting another correct answer. Or when your professor praised you for “Breaking the curve yet again, spectacular! You’re going places.” God, that pissed him off—little miss brilliant, perfect you.

So one could imagine the rage he felt in his stomach when your professor made the both of you stay after class, well after the other students left, chattering about how lame the homework was and what parties were happening on Friday. 

“Tobio, I asked you to stay after because your grades are…less than satisfactory,” your professor pushed up her glasses, gesturing to the piles of papers with his name scrawled out in chicken scratch. “I’m worried about your performance. If you continue on the path you’re on now, you’ll probably have to retake the class. That means you’ll fail three credits short and might have to graduate later than the others.”

Tobio shrugged, shoving his hands in his loose jeans pockets. “I can always take a class in the summer, can’t I?”

Your professor shook her head. “Unfortunately, no. I don’t work during the summer, and I’m the only professor that teaches this biology level. Besides, I know you have volleyball to attend to when you aren’t in class. It must be stressful, dealing with sports and academia.”

Tobio didn’t know what academia meant, but it sounded like school. “So, what? Are you going to tutor me after class or something?”

“Oh, no. As a professor, I cannot help students past my office hours. That’s why I’ve appointed my best student to tutor you until your grades are satisfactory,” she gestured to yourself. “She’s maintained a high ninety throughout the semester, so she should have no problem tutoring you.”

You waved at Tobio, smiling softly. 

Tobio sighed and rolled his eyes. “No offense, professor, but is there any way that I can get somebody else to tutor me?”

“Do you two not get along well?”

“We just don’t know each other, that’s all. I think Tobio is just shy,” you stood beside him. “I promise I’ll do my best to help you improve your grades, honestly.” you flashed him another soft smile.

He thought the show you were putting on for your professor was impressive. “Fine, whatever.”

“Great!” your professor happily clapped her hands together. “In that case, why not start tutoring him tonight? I’m assigning an online quiz tomorrow that isn’t open note, so I hope you’ll score better than 60% this time, Tobio.”

You covered your chuckle with a false cough. His highest grade was a 60%. Oh, that’s pathetic. Adorably pathetic. “Yeah, we can walk to the library. Unless you have something else that you need from us, professor.”

Your professor shook her head and bid you two off, closing the classroom doors behind you. You and Tobio walked awkwardly to the library, his blue eyes glued to the ground below you.

“So, you play volleyball?” you tried to break the silence. He didn’t respond. “Did you hear me? I asked if you play volleyball.”

“Just shut up and walk. You hate this as much as I do. Stop pretending to like me. Our professor can’t hear you. No need to suck up anymore.” he brushed his black bangs out of his face.

You were taken aback by his words. “Okay, that’s fucking rude. Sorry for wanting to get to know you better, jackass.” you played with the necklace dangling from your neck, your eyes darting to look over at Tobio occasionally. He was tall, taller than you were. Built, too. You heard that he played volleyball in high school and won nationals a couple of times, and he was only a college sophomore. You thought he must work out regularly to keep his shoulders broad. He definitely had abs, too, rippling just under the compression shirt he wore-

“Oi, we’re here. Did your brain leave your head or something?” he grabbed your wrist, stopping you from slamming face-first into the library doors. “Watch where you’re going. Next time, I’ll just let you break your nose.”

“Gee, thanks. I feel so protected,” you sighed, walking to an empty study corner. Tobio took the beanbag, and you took the couch, taking out your flashcards and highlighters. “So, we’re currently on the human anatomy unit. This is one of the more complicated units, so I can’t blame you for struggling. One of the reasons I’m doing so well is that my high school offered human anatomy during my third year. I was good at it.” you praised yourself. 

“Wow, really? Karasuno didn’t offer that.” Tobio leaned back in the bean bag, resting his arms behind his head. 

“You went to Karasuno? I didn’t know you were from Miyagi.”

“I thought it would be obvious to you since you’re so smart or whatever.” he rolled his eyes, leaning forward. “Let's just get this over with. I have other shit to do besides getting babied by the class know-it-all.” 

You slammed your flashcards down on the table, shooting him a glare. “Look, it’s not my fault you’re bad at biology. But I’ve been appointed as your tutor and won’t give up on you just because you’re mean to me. I’ve been called worse things. So suck it up and let me help you, you asshole.” you tossed your textbook at him. “Read this passage, and then I’ll show you the flashcards. Is that okay with you, or do you need further instruction, moron?”

Damn, he liked when you talked to him like that. He knew you were faking that kindness act just so your professor wouldn’t get upset with you. He was right. Tobio knew you had an attitude under all that nerd attire that made you look so fucking sexy. Wait, did he think you were sexy? No…right? You were his tutor. You were a total loser who dressed like that basketcase from The Breakfast Club. So why did he suddenly have the overwhelming urge to slam his lips against yours when you told him off? He shook his head, trying to erase the sinful thoughts from his mind as he read the passage in the textbook that lectured about menstruation. Ew, gross. Well, he guessed it wasn’t gross. It was natural. Besides, you would probably punch his lights out if he said it was gross. For once in his life, it was better to keep his mouth shut. 

“Have you finished the paragraph?” your words snapped him out of his thoughts—a twinge of pink dusted his cheeks.

“Yeah,” he responded, closing the textbook. “I can’t believe you have to go through that every month.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “You get used to it eventually. At least I don’t have endometriosis,” you shuffled your flashcards, taking one out of the deck. “Okay, can you tell me the average amount of days that a person with a uterus gets their period?”

Tobio thought for a moment. “Uh…five?”

You slowly nodded. “Well, it’s closer to a week, but everyone is different, so I guess you’re technically right,” you pulled out another card. “Why do people with uteruses get cramps when menstruating?”

“Um…because the muscles in the vagina contract to…” 

“To what?”

“To get rid of the lining…”

You clapped your hands together. “Very good! Did you already know some of this stuff?”

Tobio nodded. “I have an older sister. She gets really bad cramps, and the whole house turns into chaos whenever she gets her period. Chocolate usually helps…I would always make her chocolate milk.” He smiled to himself.

“Aw, that’s really nice of you. Your older sister is lucky to have a nice little brother, even if he’s a jackass to his biology tutor.” you snickered, putting away the flashcards. “Well, it’s been an hour already. I think we should wrap up. I’m hungry.”

“I’m not a jackass, shut up!” Tobio grew defensive, crossing his arms over his muscular chest. “I have to get to practice anyway. Hinata will start spamming my phone any minute if I’m late. He’s so annoying.”

You put your items in your bag. “Hinata? Like, Shoyo Hinata?” you pushed your glasses up to your face. “I know him. We eat lunch together sometimes. He’s hilarious.” you smile, and Tobio felt a jealous wave wash over him. You were the cutest girl he had talked to in a long time. Why did Hinata get to talk to you, too? Was he about to try something? Fucking Hinata. 

“He’s actually really fucking annoying. He makes weird noises when he receives the ball like a toddler.” Tobio smirked, brushing the dust off his jeans. “But if you think he’s funny, you must be right. After all, you’re the smart one.” he teased.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “Don’t get pissy with me because you have a shitty grade in biology. So, what if you know how the menstrual cycle works? I bet you’re awful at the reproductive part of human anatomy.” you placed a hand on your hip. “We’ll meet here tomorrow at the same time. You get to learn about the vagina, which should be fun for you since you’re obviously a fucking virgin.” 

“I am not!” Tobio huffed, staring daggers as you walked away. He wasn’t technically lying to you, but it also wasn’t the truth. Sure, he had done things with his mouth and hands, but he never went all the way. And Tobio was almost positive that you would bully him relentlessly if you knew that he was a virgin. And he also knew, way deep in his gut, that he wanted you. For whatever reason, he had to have you. You were so full of yourself and painfully smart, smarter than he would ever be. Tobio needed to fuck you so good that you would not doubt in your mind that he wasn’t a virgin. 

The library was relatively empty, but it was a Saturday afternoon. Students who lived off campus were at their parent's house, and those who lived on campus were probably asleep in their dorms or doing other activities. It was a lovely atmosphere, especially without all the annoying frat guys using the library as a place to make out with girls in the nonfiction section. You and Tobio sat in the usual spot, except you both sat on the couch this time. Even though you didn’t particularly care for him, he was getting better at human anatomy, which you felt proud of.

“So, are you ready to learn about how we reproduce?” you opened your textbook to the bookmarked page. “I know we already learned this in high school, but it’s still an important part of the unit to review, just in case there’s a question on the exam next week that’s a curveball.”

Tobio sighed and took out a highlighter he bought exclusively for your tutoring sessions. “I can’t believe we have to go over this. We’re in college. We know how to fuck.” he blushed, tapping the uncapped highlighter on the thin paper of the textbook.

You cleared your throat. “Just because we know how the process is done doesn’t mean we understand the risks that come along with it. There are sexually transmitted diseases and ectopic pregnancies…there’s a whole list of things that can go wrong during sex. Luckily,” you pushed your glasses up the bridge of your nose. “Those things are relatively rare. Well, except for the STD portion. That’s why condoms are important, even when your partner is on the birth control pill.”

Tobio smiled slightly. “You seem to know a lot about this. Is there something I should know?” 

Wow, he was never this smooth when it came to flirting. Usually, he was an awkward mess who stammered over his words and made a fool of himself. 

You rolled your eyes and looked at him. “My high school just thought that being properly educated when it came to sex was important, that’s all. I’m not some sexual deviant if that’s what you were wondering. Would a sexual deviant dress like a librarian?” you gestured to your outfit.

Tobio’s eyes wandered to your tight-fitting sweater that fit snugly around your breasts and waist. The skirt you wore was thigh-length and oh-so-snug, and the stockings you wore underneath made you look like the prettiest librarian he had ever seen. “Do you want me to be honest, or is this one of those questions where I’ll be wrong no matter what I say?”

You closed your textbook. “No, be honest. Let me know what you’re thinking.”

Tobio took a deep breath, refusing to make eye contact. You were pretty, but damn, were you terrifying. “I…I think you look really fucking sexy when you dress like a librarian.” he squeezed his knuckles on his lap, looking down at his feet with a furious blush on his face. 

You chuckled. “So you have a thing for librarians or something?” you moved closer toward the bumbling setter. “That’s not a bad thing, you know. Even though you’re incredibly stupid, you are…kind of cute.” you placed your hand on his trembling thigh.

“Don’t touch me there. It’s sensitive,” he whispered.

“Aw, you really are a virgin,” you softly purred, finding this whole ordeal amusing.

“I told you I’m not,” Tobio continued to lie. “I’ve…I’ve had sex.”

You sighed, pulling your hand away from his thigh. “You know, it’s okay if you are a virgin. I know I tease you about it, but it’s really nothing to be ashamed about.”

Tobio crossed his arms and grumbled. “My teammates say otherwise, especially the upperclassmen.”

You rolled your eyes yet again. “Tobio, they just say those things because of toxic masculine culture. You have to ask yourself if you honestly think you’re ready to lose your virginity if you’re emotionally ready for it.”

Tobio raised an eyebrow. “Why would I have to be emotionally ready? Don’t people fuck because they’re horny?”

“Well, yes, but it’s a very intimate act. You have to be mature enough to be vulnerable with your partner. This is why sex education is so important.”

Tobio racked his brain, thinking of what to say next. “Do you…want to come over tonight? T-to study, obviously. I have to get my grades up, or it’s my ass.”

You smiled, packing up your things. “We can just study in my dorm. I live alone, so it’ll be nice and cozy. Maybe we can do a practice quiz on female anatomy? I’m guessing you already know a lot about male anatomy.” you give him a suggestive smirk.

Tobio frowned. “Did you just say that I jerk off a lot?”

“You’re a nineteen-year-old in college. Of course, you jerk off a lot.”

“Shut up! God, you’re so pretentious.” Tobio shoved his hands in his pockets, leaning back against the couch. 

“At least I’m not failing biology,” you stuck your tongue out playfully. “Come by my dorm building around nine. It’s the one by the dining hall, you can’t miss it. I’ll be waiting to buzz you in.” With that, you left, humming to yourself as if you didn’t give Tobio a million ideas on how to spend his time in your dorm. What if you brushed against his shoulder when going over terms, and his hand just happened to slide around your waist? Oh, it would be absolutely terrible if you got on top of him, caging him under your body as your lips trailed down further and further until they landed on his needy cock. Fuck, Tobio was hard just thinking about it. He grabbed a nearby throw pillow and whistled to himself, waiting for his erection to go down so he could walk to his dorm and prepare for tonight. In reality, nothing would probably happen…right?

It was 9:02 in the evening. The crickets played a tune outside your dorm hall as you sat down on one of the many chairs they had scattered on the lawn that were usually used during the springtime. The moon shone brightly in the sky, and the fireflies danced with the stars. Truely it was a perfect evening.

Except Tobio was fucking late. Sure, it was only two minutes, but what if he forgot? You didn’t have his contact information; emailing him was out of the question because that would be outdated. And so, you waited patiently outside for him to arrive. You couldn’t wait to lecture him.

“Yo,” Tobio waved. His backpack hung over his shoulders, and his cell phone practically dangled from his grey sweatpants. “Sorry, I’m late. My roommate was being an asshole, and we were yelling so much that I lost track of time.”

“You’re two and a half minutes late, dick,” you brushed the dirt off your knees, stretching. “I was considering going back inside and leaving you to fend for yourself.”

Tobio scoffed. “It’s only two and half minutes, damn. You really need to learn how to relax.”

You opened up the dorm building with your keycard. “If I relaxed, I wouldn’t be at the top of my class. Now, would I?”

“Whatever. Can we just get this over with? I hate studying.” he said defensively. It wasn’t technically lying; Tobio didn’t like studying, but he liked studying with you. He would never admit it, but you made the material easier to remember, and you actually cared about him getting decent grades for whatever reason. 

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, princess. I live on the third floor, and the elevator is broken, so we’re taking the stairs.” you took off your hoodie and wrapped it around your waist, revealing your low-cut tank top. “C’mon. I don’t want to waste more time than we already have.”

“It was barely three minutes…” Tobio muttered under his breath as he followed you up the stairs, trying his best not to trip over the steps as his eyes constantly darted to your exposed cleavage. Fuck, you looked so fucking good. Did you even know what you were doing to him? Probably, you loved teasing him. Maybe if he got enough answers correct, you would let him bury his face in your breasts and suck little hickeys onto them.

“Okay, we’re here,” your dorm room was just at the end of the hall, nice and secluded. You jiggled the key in the doorknob and let him inside, the dorm walls decorated with posters ranging from your favorite TV shows to stupid ones you found while thrifting. “Make yourself at home. I’ll get my laptop to do online flashcards. If you get them right, you get to feed your little monster pet. Isn’t that fun?”

Tobio chuckled. “You have to rely on a game to study? And there I thought you were just books and, uh, other things.”

“Wow, so smooth.”

“Shut the hell up.”

You giggled and sat on your bed, patting the spot next to you. “Make yourself comfortable. This could be a while.”

“As long as it’s less than an hour, I don’t care.” he sat beside you, mindful of the space between. If he was any closer, he might be unable to help himself.

“Oh, honey, did you think you would be in and out of here in a tight thirty minutes? You could not be more wrong,” you mocked him, opening the flashcard application on your computer. “This will take maybe two hours so that you can learn all there is to know about the female body. Unless, of course,” you leaned in closer. “You don’t think you can handle it.”

Fuck, this is where Tobio dies. He’s going to die, and it’s because this sexy fucking nerd won’t give his virgin ass a break. 

“I-I can handle it! I can totally handle it!” Tobio sounded so sure of himself, but the crimson blush decorating his cheeks gave it all way.

“If you say so,” you clicked on a flashcard. “Alright, what is the labia?”

Tobio thought for a moment. “Uh, it’s the folds of skin around the vaginal opening…right?”

You smiled. “Very good! You get to give the little monster a treat now.” You handed him the laptop. “You can click on what food you want to give him. I personally like giving him the rice cakes.”

Tobio chuckled at the tiny digital creature chewing on the snack. “This is kind of cute. I can see why you like studying now.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Studies show that making learning fun actually helps the material stick in your brain for longer periods of time. Who knew?”

You clicked on another flash card once Tobio had finished feeding the virtual monster. “Oh, this is a fun one. How rare is the female orgasm without clitoral stimulation?”

“...why do I have to know this?” Tobio looked flustered.

“Just answer the damn question.” he looked cute when he was embarrassed.

“Uh, common…I think. I don’t know, I’m not a girl.”

You sighed and adjusted your glasses. ��Wrong, sorry. It’s actually incredibly rare for a female to orgasm without proper clitoral stimulation. We often time have to fake it to please our current partner.”

He looked down at his socks. “That doesn’t sound very fun. Why do guys cum more easily than girls?”

“Because the sperm fertilizes the egg, and women don’t need to orgasm to produce the egg, obviously.”

“And how was I supposed to know that?”

You rubbed your temple. “Because the textbook is right in front of you, dummy. Anyways,” you looked at Tobio. “Don’t feel bad. We have sex toys and stuff so we can get proper orgasms.”

Tobio scratched the back of his neck. “Has…has anyone ever made you cum?”

You were silent for a moment. “No, not even once. I had a boyfriend who was convinced he knew where the clit was…he always got it wrong.”

“Sorry to hear that,” why did Tobio feel bad? He wasn’t your boyfriend…did he want to be?

“S’not your fault, don’t apologize.” you pat him on the back, the faintest shade of ballerina pink on your cheeks. “Well, we should probably get back to studying now.”

Tobio closed the laptop. “We could study a different way…o-only if you want to.”

“What do you mean? Like, without flashcards?” you were faking your innocence. You knew exactly what he was talking about. 

“Are you seriously going to make me say it?” Tobio forced himself to look at you, drinking in your natural beauty. Holy fuck, you were so gorgeous.

“Yeah, I really am,” you leaned forward, licking your lips. “Go on, tell me how we can study a different way. I’m so eager.”

Tobio groaned to himself at the sight of your pink tongue licking your bottom lip, making you seem even more tempting. “We could, dammit, we could have sex a-and you could show me how to…y’know, make you feel good. O-only if you want to, I would never force you to. It’s not like I’m desperate for sex or anything. Who said that? Not me-” You cut him off by placing a manicured finger on his chapped lips. 

“If you want to fuck, then let’s just fuck. I’ll teach you along the way, alright Tobio?” you placed your laptop on the dresser beside you, climbing into his trembling lap. Your soft hands cupped his flushed face, the scent of your vanilla hand cream filling his nostrils with a pleasant aroma. “Do you want me to fuck you, Tobio?”

“God, yes,” 

With his approval, you gently pressed your lips against his. He quickly melted into the kiss, wrapping his muscular arms around your waist so your chest was flush against his. His lips moved slowly against yours as if he was terrified to do something that would upset you. You giggled into the kiss, shifting in Tobio’s lap to get more comfortable.

He groaned into the kiss, his hands squeezing your hips with feather-light force as your tongue bore into his mouth, dancing with his own before pulling away. Your arms secured themselves around his neck, fingers tugging on the loose strands of midnight black hair. “Did you like kissing me, Tobio?” you purred, your petal-like lips trailing kisses down his thick neck.

“Y-yeah, I really fucking liked that,” God, his whimpers would be the death of you.

“Do you know what a hickey is, Tobio?”

“Not really…” he felt ashamed of how little he knew.

You frowned at his downtrodden tone, rubbing his cheekbone with your thumb. “Hey, don’t say it like that. It’s okay if you don’t know what a hickey is. I’m your tutor, don’t you want to learn?” he nodded.

“So why don’t you let me show you then, hm? I’ll be gentle, I promise.” you kissed up and down his neck until you found a spot that made Tobio gasp. “Is this where it feels good?”

His sweatpants strained. “Yeah..really good,”

Your teeth nipped at the skin. “This might hurt, so tell me if it’s too much. Can you be a good boy and do as you’re told?”

Another whine escaped his puffy lips. “Yeah, I’ll be good for you.”

Your lips descended onto the previously marked spot, taking his skin between your teeth and sucking ever so slightly. His once light grip on your hips strengthened as you bit down on the sensitive flesh, sucking the tiniest purple bruise that would surely blossom into a beautiful hickey. You pulled away, catching your breath and brushing your hair out of your field of vision. “How did that feel, pretty boy?”

Tobio’s cock was painfully hard in his boxers. The grey sweatpants were not doing him any favors in terms of concealing his throbbing erection. “Shit, that felt so fucking good,” his hands traveled down to the bottom of your shorts, fidgeting with the cotton fabric. “Can I have another one, please?”

You pecked his nose. “Only because you asked so nicely.”

His head craned to the side to give you better access as you bit at the other side of his neck, suckling on the same place opposite the first hickey. Whimper after shallow whimper fled his lips, his calloused hands from years of volleyball sliding under your shorts to toy with the fat of your ass.

You gasped at the sensation, pulling away prematurely. “Somebody’s certainly handsy tonight.”

“S’not my fault,” Tobio looked away. “Just wanted to feel more of you, that’s all. Not my fault that you’re pretty.”

“You’re cute,” you pecked his lips, your glasses pushing up against the bridge of your nose. “Tobio, do you wanna continue being a good boy for me?”

“So fucking badly, please. I’ll do whatever you want. Just make me feel good.” Holy fuck, he was sure he had never been more embarrassed in his whole life. He would never say something like that. The power you held over him was unmatched.

You rolled yourself off his lap, propping yourself on the bed by your elbows. Teasingly, your hands reached under your shirt and pulled it off, your bra following after. The cold and arousing air of your dorm room grazed your tits, your nipples perking up at the temperature change. “Why don’t you take that shirt off too, hm? Don’t be shy now.”

Tobio didn’t need to be told twice. He practically ripped his shirt from his body. You didn’t even get a chance to admire his toned form before his lips were on yours again, his muscular body caging yours as his rough hands left trails of molten lava on your breasts. 

“Fuck, Tobio,” you moaned into the kiss, wrapping your legs around his slender waist. “D’ya like what you see, pretty boy?”

He didn’t answer. His lips wrapped around your nipple, eagerly sucking at the sensitive mound while his other hand toyed with the supple flesh. You let out a content sigh as his mouth alternated between breasts, not leaving one abandoned for a moment. 

“Fucking love these tits,” his voice rumbled against your cleavage, covering your scorching body with sloppy open-mouth kisses. “You’re so fucking pretty.”

Your hand danced between his messy hair. “Good boy. You’re being so good, Tobio.”

His hips rutted against yours, his clothed erection desperate for any kind of friction. “Wanna make you feel good,” he groaned as he tore his mouth away from your breast. “Please, teach me how to make you feel good.” he didn’t even care how desperate and pathetic he sounded. All he knew was that he needed you. 

“Take my shorts and panties off,” you lifted your hips off the mattress. Tobio didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled your soft shorts off and tossed them on the ground beneath you, your panties soon dangling over your ankle. “That’s it. You’re such a good student, Tobio.”

Fuck, your body was to fucking die for. Your glistening heat was so incredibly tempting. He wondered what you would taste like…if you would permit him to taste you.

“Do you know what oral sex is?”

“Y-yeah, of course I know. I’m not an idiot.”

You nodded in satisfaction. “Now, do you want me to show you how to make a girl cum on your tongue?” 

His nod was a bit too quick.

You chuckled. “Alright then,” your delicate hand spread over your pussy, circling your clit. “This is the clitoris. When you apply enough pressure to the clitoris, that’s when your partner will probably orgasm. Fingers sometimes do the trick,” you looked deep into his gunmetal eyes. “But the best thing to do is to suck on it with your mouth. Can you be a good boy and do that for me, Tobio?”

“Mhm, I-I can do that. I’ll make you feel so fucking good, I promise.” he lifted your hips so they rested on his thighs for support. The hot breath from his tongue sent electric shocks throughout your body, complimented only by his whimpers as he flattered his tongue against your soaking heat. 

“Fuck,” you sighed, tossing your head back against your plush pillows as Tobio slowly dragged his tongue up and down, occasionally stopping to suck on your clit. Your hands flew to his unkempt hair as he grew greedy, quicking his pace. The calloused tips of his fingers squeezed the supple skin of your thighs as his nose brushed against your most sensitive bud, lapping at your sobbing cunt like a man starved.

“T-Tobio, fuck!” you cried out, arching your back further into the mattress as his pace quickened like a man on a mission. His tongue and lips worked against your core in a fierce heat, not being able to think of anything else except pushing you over the edge, just like you asked him to. Your thighs clenched around his head as his thumb found your clit, swirling electric circles. “I’m so fucking close, don’t stop!” his name fell like a mantra from your lips as he continued his brutal pace, groaning as you tasted too incredibly sweet on his tongue.

He lifted his head from between your thighs, his mouth covered in your slick. “Am I doing a good job? Do you feel good?”

You shoved his head back down. “Yes, just keep going. I’m so fucking close, Tobio, please.”

The sound of you begging was all he needed to drive you over the edge. He buried himself in your heat, his thumb being replaced by his middle and ring finger as he drew rough circles against your clit, his tongue darting up and down like a madman. With one final cry of ecstasy, you came crashing down as your orgasm sent shockwaves of pleasure throughout your molten figure. His tongue worked you through your orgasm, lapping up every last bit of your release.

You pulled him up by his hair, your face flushed with the deepest shade of pink he had ever seen. “Fuck…that was so fucking good. You’re such a good boy. Do you want your reward now?” Before he could answer, you flipped over so he was under you, your body still shaking from the aftershocks of your orgasm. His sweatpants were discarded, and boxers hung on his ankle. 

“What are you doing?” Tobio whined as your thumb teased his throbbing cock, gathering precum on it as you tasted him. “Fuck, it feels so fucking good.”

You hovered above his length, aligning it with your entrance. “Shh, just think about how good I’m about to make you feel, okay?” you lowered yourself down onto his cock, hissing as your greedy pussy swallowed his length.

“What about, oh fuck, what about condoms?” Tobio whimpered, his hands finding your hips as you sat on his pelvis, the walls of your cunt squeezing around his cock. 

“Well, you’re a virgin, and I’m on the pill. It’s safe to assume that you’re clean.” you groaned as you lifted yourself, the head of his throbbing cock sitting snug in your walls before you slammed yourself back down. 

“Holy shit,” Tobio rasped, squeezing his eyes shut as you began to slowly bounce on his cock. “Y-you’re so fucking tight, oh my fucking god.”

You leaned down to kiss him, whispering sweet nothings against his lips as you raised and lowered your hips, creating a steady pace that filled you up so nicely. “Yeah, you like me fucking you?”

His grip on your hips tightened as you set a relentless pace, your dorm room filling with the echoes of skin smacking against skin as his cock disappeared in and out of your cunt. “Shit, I’m not gonna last if y’keep that up. Fuck!” he shouted as his cock brushed against your cervix. The sight of your bruised breasts bouncing in his face only drove him further to the edge of euphoria, taking your nipple in his mouth as you continued to ride him.

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you harder, Tobio? So fucking greedy.” you were met with a wanton cry as you slammed down even harder, his cock twitching inside of you. Your pace grew sloppy as he continued to suck on your breast, his calloused hands roaming up and down your backside, desperate for purchase. 

“M’not greedy!” Tobio whined, practically sobbing into your harsh kiss as your walls clenched around him, milking him for all he was worth. “Gonna fucking cum, fuck! Can I cum inside? Can I please cum inside your pussy?” his pride has long since been thrown out the window, his release the only thing in his head. Tobio didn’t even wait for you to respond before his climax crested, shooting white hot ropes of cum into your pussy, his hips bucking up into yours as he rode out his incredible high. 

The warmth in your core enveloped you as your bouncing ceased, letting him recover from the aftershocks of euphoria. His mouth was agape, and his gorgeous blue eyes could barely be kept open.

“You’re so cute,” your hands cupped his cheeks, kissing his nose as you got off of his ruined cock. His body was scooped into your arms, fingers drawing random shapes and patterns on his chest as he recovered. “Did that feel good, pretty boy?”

Tobio could only grumble in response. “So good, so fucking good. Love that pussy,” he whispered, curling up deeper into your arms as you tended to him.

“Do you need anything? A glass of water, a snack?”

“I’m not five years old…” he sighed, peeking up from your arms. “Can we just cuddle or something? I don’t wanna leave just now.”

You raised a brow. “No one said you had to leave right away. Where that stereotype came from, I will never know.” 

Tobio shrugged. “I dunno either. It’s stupid, anyway. You’re so warm.”

“Are you sure this isn’t the same guy who was being such a hard-ass a couple of days ago?” you chuckled, fluffing his hair.

“No! Shut up,” he frowned at you, pecking your cheek. “Let’s watch a movie so I don’t have to keep looking at your stupid, pretty face.”

“Hey, Tobio,” you whispered in his ear. “If you get a good grade on that quiz next week, I can show you what my mouth can do.”

[parkaplayboy]

75% || Chapter 2

stylenny x gender neutral reader

You're a senior in college during your final semester, but you find out that you're dangerously close to failing a class that you need to graduate. Lucky for you (or unlucky, depending on how you look at it) you get paired up with a tutor.

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Wednesday 9:54 pm 

   You readjusted yourself under your blankets, doom scrolling through your social media. Science be damned, pre-bedtime social scrolling is necessary for a good night's rest. Unfortunately for you, a notification from your school email pops up on your screen, ripping your attention away from an exposé piece of an internet micro-celebrity you’ve never heard of.

 ‘ATTENTION! CAMPUS LIBRARY CLOSED TOMORROW..’ 

“What the hell, again?” Echoed from across the hall, tone indicating that you had about 15 seconds before your roommate was going to majestically barrel into your room. On cue, your roommate bursts into your room.

 “You do know what knocking is, don’t you?” Evan rolls his eyes, fidgeting with the one of the trinkets you had on display. “Dude, we’ve been friends since diapers. Get over yourself.” 

You scoffed. “What does that have- nevermind. What’s up?” Evan looks up at you, mindlessly tossing an eraser between his hands. “Library’s  closed again.”  

“We got the same notification, Ev. Why’s that so important all of a sudden? I wasn’t sure you knew where the library was located.” An eraser not-so-gently thrown hits your shoulder. “Well smartass, I planned on bringing Ciara over while you’re gone.” Evan states matter-of-factly.

You wrinkle your nose. “First off, TMI, Ev. I don’t need to know about you and your girlfriend’s sex-lives.” Evan interjects, in mock-defense. “Hey, I never said sex! It’s not my fault that you have an impure mind.”  

“It was implied and you know it!“ Your phone buzzes on your bed. You grab it, not bothering to continue the mock argument. 

1 New Email From: Kyle Broflovski 

“Kyle just emailed me, probably to cancel the session.” You hesitate before clicking the notification, oddly anxious. 

Hey, Y/N. Since the library is closed, do you mind moving the session to my apartment? You live in Dorm C don’t you? I can give you a ride, my house isn’t too far. 

Oh! So you’re fucked. Cool, thanks Outlook. 

“Holy shit.” Evan perks up from his leaned position on the wall. “What’s it say?” Your eyes scan over the sixteen words on your screen, reading and re-reading to make sure you read it correctly. “We’re studying at his house  tomorrow.” For a split second, there’s silence. Then, Evan begins to laugh. “What could possibly be funny right now?” Evan holds up a finger towards you, the other hand held over his mouth as he tries to stifle his laughter. “You’re totally fucked, dude.” 

Why are you friends with this guy, again? “Why am I friends with you again?” Evan grins. “I was the only one who supported your 8th grade emo phase.” Oh, right. You’re unfortunately stuck with him. “Yeah, you’re too much of a liability if I ghost you. Too much of my business would be at stake.” Evan laughs harder, shoulders shaking. “Same goes for you! I think I’d just have to like, kill you or some shit. You could take any average day in 10th grade and make a 10 part TikTok story time. I’d be fucked within the hour..” 

“Okay, okay. Suicide pact if we ever decide to stop being friends. Now, what makes you say I’m fucked? Is it that bad?” You not so subtly ask. It’s one thing for you to say you’re fucked, but when other people can see it too is when it becomes a problem. “Okay well..” Evan trails off, taking a moment to think. “You remember Oliver from 11th grade?” Remember him? If only you could forget. You had the most sickening crush on him for the entirety of 11th grade. “Of fucking course I do. What’s your point?”

Evan, rolled his eyes, mouth twitching in vague annoyance. “Well, what you might not remember, is that every time you saw him you’d get all tongue twisted and trip over your own feet. It made it obvious to anyone with eyes that you had a crush on him.” Your face burned in embarrassment.  “Exhibit A on why I can’t ghost you.” Evan ignores your comment, gearing up to speak again.

“You can not be casual to save your life, Y/N. There’s no way you’re gonna make it through tomorrow.” Evan pushing off your wall with his foot, walking towards your door.  You throw a pillow at him as he exits. “I’m gonna call your mom and tell her you’re being mean to me! You know I have Lisa’s number!” The door shuts and footsteps retreat down the hall. “Tell her I said hi.”

You unlock your phone, only to be met with the daunting blank response email window. You chew on your lip as you scan your brain for a normal sounding response. 

Hey Kyle! Y|

“No exclamation mark. It makes me sound desperate.”

Hey, Kyle. Yeah, sounds good to me. See ya th|

“See ya? What am I, a southern 5 year old?”

Hey, Kyle. Yeah, sounds good to me. See you tomorrow.

Good enough. Send.  

Thursday at 4:47 pm

His car was just both exactly how you imagined it and somehow completely different at the same time. You assumed it to be barren, to which you were partly correct. The rest of the car was empty save for a half empty water bottle in the cupholder and two charms hanging off of his mirror. One being a tiara & the other being a sword. You toyed with the notion of asking him what they stood for but you decided against it. He also had one of those plug-in car fresheners that smelled like eucalyptus and mint. 

“So, what’s your major?” Kyle turns his head slightly, to signify that he was listening to you but not fully taking his eyes off of the road. “I’m a Vet Medicine Major. I had a lot of pets growing up so I got really interested in their health from a young age..” You awkwardly trail off, choosing to stare at the road in front of you. “Dude, seriously? My boyfriend would freak out if he heard that,” Boyfriend? Of course he’s taken, he looks as good as an ethereal being on a bad day. “He’s a big animal lover. Y’know, when we were ten he protested a veal farm to the point that he didn’t eat for days.” Before you could respond, the car pulled into the driveway of his apartment. ‘Saved by the bell.’

You exit, wrapping around the car and trailing behind him towards the front door. Kyle stopped briefly to look at the sky. “Oh shit, I think it’s going to rain later.” Kyle reached into his pocket and inserted his key into the lock. “Kenny is at work and Stan is visiting his sister for the afternoon so we should be good to go.” You hum in response as he opens the door, padding inside. ‘Is Kenny the boyfriend or is Stan the boyfriend? Or both? Or neither?’ You try not to make it obvious as you damn near break your neck to look around the place. It’s messier than expected, especially compared to his car, but after finding out two other people live here the clutter makes sense. 

Thursday at 7:09 pm

“All in all, you seem to have a good understanding of the material. Today was productive.” Kyle shut his laptop and slid it further onto the table as he spoke. “Yeah, it’s easier when I can directly ask questions, I think.”  You responded, a small smile forming on your lips. The front door opened behind you, the sound of intense rain being amplified as a pair of footsteps entered the room. “And then, that stupid fucker had the audacity to ask me to comp his meal! Can you fuckin’ believe that, stan? I had half a mind to break the plate over his head- Oh, hey.”

 You turn around, eyes landing on two men, just as drop dead gorgeous as their roomate. One of the men was a chubby man with blonde hair and black roots, the other being a shorter, thin, boy-ish looking guy. “Hey, Ky. Who’s this?” The one you assumed to be Stan, asked. “Oh, right! Stan, Kenny, this is Y/N the person I’m tutoring. Y/N, this is Stan and Kenny, my boyfriends.” You have to manually remember to breathe. ‘Boyfriends? Three of the world’s hottest men are dating? Am I fucking dreaming?’ If you were dreaming, it’d be more akin to a nightmare. You give a small polite wave, eyes switching between the two men. “You’re not about to drive are you? It’s coming down pretty hard out there.” Kyle groans. “Damn, really?” 

“Hey,”  Kenny called out from the kitchen that he at some point wandered into. “The Weather App says it’ll be over in an hour.”  Kyle turns back to face where you’re sitting on the couch. “Do you mind sticking around for an hour?” What did you do to deserve this?  Your plan was to study, make awkward small talk in the car, and bitch about your sad excuse of a love life to Evan. At this point, you wanted to fist fight whichever higher power allowed this to happen. Get some sort of retribution, but instead of challenging a deity to a duel, you just smiled and nodded.

You stayed where you were sitting previously, Kyle moving next to you, Stan sitting in the arm chair to your left with Kenny sitting on the floor in front of the chair allowing Stan to play with his hair. Idle conversation was had between the three, occasionally discussing something that you know, allowing you to chime in. After the previous topic died down, comfortable silence filled the room. Until Kyle spoke up. “Stan, Y/N’s a Vet Science.” Goddamnit. Stan perked up, briefly letting go of the strands of hair between his fingers. “Dude, no way! That’s so sick! Are you planning on opening a practice? Or do you plan on going the more scientific route?” You flush slightly, not expecting to be put on the spot. “Uh, yeah definitely the more scientific route. I’ve interned at the local humane society’s med lab a few times and plan on applying there after graduation.” Stan nodded his head as he listened, the single black cross earring dangling as nodded. “Seriously? I volunteered there recently! Did you meet Mark? Oh my god, he’s so annoying,” You watched Stan as he spoke, and as much as you’d have liked to take in any of the information he was saying, he was just so goddamn pretty. How’s that meme go? “Whatever you say handsome”? You nod, occasionally throwing in a ‘mhm’ or a ‘yeah’ to show that you’re listening. 

   The rest of the conversation went smoothly, learning more about the three of them. You could tell that they’d been friends before partners with the way their chemistry flowed so well. It almost made you jealous. Okay, it  definitely made you jealous. You went into this house with one unattainable crush, and you came out with an additional two. Just the kind of shit luck you have.

Thursday at 8:21 pm

The car pulls to a halt in front of your Dorm, bringing a wave of relief over you. Before you move to get out, Kyle turns to you with his phone in his extended hand. “Can you put your number in before you go? It’s easier than the stupid campus email. The damn thing asks me to verify like 16 different ways before it lets me in.” Kyle scowls and you have to fight back a laugh. “No, for real! It’s like, I promise you no one is trying to hack into a Denver State student’s email.” You grabbed his phone from his hand, typed your numbers into the contact box and clicked save. “There you go.” You smiled and grabbed your bag from between your legs, exiting the car and closing the door quickly, walking to the other side of the car and toward your Dorm. “Thanks

 for the ride, Kyle. See you next week.” You wave before turning towards the building and walking off. You all but jogged up the stairs to your floor, basically throwing yourself into your shared dorm. “Evan!” You called out as you shed your coat and shoes. “Shit. I gotta hop off for the night guys, GG.” You flopped yourself dramatically onto the couch next to him as he pulled off his headset. “I’m fucked.” Evan rolls his eyes. “Didn’t we establish this yesterday? What’s new?” You groan and sit up to look him in the eye. “What's new is that he has not one, but two boyfriends! And they’re both just as beautiful as Kyle!” “Damn, you have a crush on the whole polycule? Could you have chosen anyone worse?” Evan chuckled softly after the comment, but it came out more pitiful than happy. “Not funny, Ev.” Evan sighed, hand coming up to rub your shoulder. “Chin up, dude. Odds are, this whole crush thing blows over in a couple of weeks!” Well, maybe he’s right. Knowing they’re all off the market might make the feelings dissolve. You could only hope.

[hivemuthur]

What was that? - Ch. 3.

viktorxfemale!OFC mature! (for now, I will mark later chapters as explicit when the time comes

friends to lovers, co-workers, sexual tension up to the wazoo, pinning and banter that got me frustrated when I was writing it, attempt at humour, some angst and a slow burn with a happy ending and a classic Viktor for once

Ch.1. | Ch.2. | Ch.4. | Ch.5. | Ch.6. | Ch.7. | Ch.8. | Ch.9. | Ch.10. | Ch.11. | Ch.12. | Ch.13. | Ch.14. | Ch.15.

word count: 4,2K

tag: #what was that

summary: Renly returns to work only to throw herself into her project. Viktor is happy to have her back, but will keep it to himself at all cost! Also - bullshit science and some backstory.

author’s note: Beta reader: @rennethen

Cross-posted on AO3

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Renly quickly forgot about that cat idea when it dawned on her how right Jayce had been. Indeed she began spending more and more time at the lab, only visiting her campus apartment when she needed to do laundry. They all worked relentlessly, whether on their own projects or collaborating on shared ones. Additionally, Renly assisted Heimerdinger’s classes and periodically tutored the younger students. She and Jayce looked a bit scruffier than usual with the beautiful Mel Medarda out of town for a few weeks and for Renly, well… there was no reason to look better than bare minimum.

Viktor was the only one to maintain his routine, always presentable, even when the dark circles under his eyes betrayed how many hours he had spent adjusting hextech blueprints. He was also the only one getting annoyed by the perpetual mess left around by the other two—scrap paper, spare clothes, dirty dishes, and his beloved coffee pot, always empty, never cleaned. They had a few disagreements about it—Renly had tried to explain the concept of hyperfocus, which couldn’t be interrupted under any circumstances, while Jayce always apologized and made fresh coffee instead.

She was desperate for a breakthrough, which felt as though it was slipping through her fingers. And even though her work wasn’t as glamorous and grand as hextech, it was so vitally important to her. She remembered herself as a child, her brother’s death from Grey, toxic waste exposure, and how she hadn’t understood then that it was irreversible. To this day, she refused to accept that nothing could have been done. In his memory, she had already decided to call the medicine ‘Angus.’

She stared at the flickering light above her workstation, the bubbling of chemicals the only sound breaking the silence. The logical thing would be to go home, sleep, get a fresh perspective. And maybe try a little bit harder to forget about John. But the desperation, the ache of disappointment—and the sting of humiliation—made her restless.

Renly rubbed her temple, her fingers trailing over the faint tension lines that had deepened over the past week. Every formula she scribbled felt like a dead end, every hypothesis mocked her with its glaring flaws. She glanced at the collection of vials on her workstation—half of them untested, the other half failures. Somewhere in the cacophony of bubbles and scattered papers, a small voice whispered that maybe this wasn’t her fight to win. But that voice only made her clench her jaw harder.

Her gaze flicked to a photo tucked into the corner of her workstation. A boy with bright eyes and a mischievous grin. “I’m trying, Angus,” she murmured, the name catching in her throat. The ache of guilt and frustration mixed into a cocktail that burned her chest. She shut her notebook and went back to staring at the flickering light above. The lab felt suffocating and empty all at once.

The silence pressed in on her like a lead weight. She wanted to scream, to shatter the stillness, but all that came out was a shallow sigh. She leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes. Maybe she should go home, sleep, and come back with a fresh perspective. But what if tomorrow was no different than today?

Viktor appeared in the doorway, his cane tapping softly against the floor. He hesitated for a moment before stepping inside. “You do realize that exhaustion is not a substitute for productivity, yes?”

Renly snorted, not bothering to look up. “You sound like Heimerdinger.”

“That is not a compliment,” Viktor muttered, though his lips twitched into a faint smile. He leaned against the nearest counter, watching her work. “You should go home.”

“And you… should mind your own business,” she shot back, but her tone lacked venom.

“Fair enough,” Viktor said, but he didn’t leave. Instead, he stayed, quietly observing, until Renly finally put down her tools with a sigh. “Why are you still here?” she asked.

Viktor tilted his head, his expression unreadable. “Perhaps I am... curious.”

Viktor’s fingers brushed over the edge of the counter, tracing absent patterns against the cold metal. He hesitated, his cane shifting slightly in his hand, as though debating whether to leave or stay. The flicker of the workstation light caught in his gaze, casting shadows that softened his usual sharpness. He looked at her with an intensity that made the silence feel heavy—not the silence of a quiet lab, but something deeper, laden with unspoken words.

“I’ve noticed,” he began, his voice quieter now, “that the lab feels... different when you are not here.” He straightened slightly, as if realizing how much he’d said. “It is likely just the absence of your noise. You are rather loud for someone so small.”

The corner of his mouth lifted into a faint smirk, but his eyes stayed locked on her, waiting for her response.

Renly blinked, caught off guard by his admission. The way he said it—measured, deliberate—made her chest tighten with something uncomfortably close to hope. She tried to deflect. “And what is it that you are so curious about, exactly? My tendency to break things under pressure or my... unique approach to teamwork?”

Viktor’s lips curved upward slightly. “Teamwork, you say? Is this your way of bringing up your impeccable massage skills again?”

Renly flushed, pointing a pen at him like a weapon. “If you don’t want me reminding you, stop bringing it up first.”

“You were the one who dragged it back into the light of the Bunsen burner,” Viktor countered smoothly. His voice was calm, but there was an edge of amusement that made her want to sink into her chair.

“Well, I—” she stammered, but the words refused to come out. Her face burned as Viktor tilted his head, his smirk widening ever so slightly. “Forget I said anything,” she muttered, turning her attention back to the workstation.

“As you wish,” Viktor said softly, his tone maddeningly neutral. But the glint in his eye betrayed him, and Renly could practically hear the laugh he held back.

“I might, perhaps, be curious about both.” Viktor shifted his weight onto his cane and regarded her for a moment longer than necessary, his sharp eyes assessing, as though dissecting her every feature and reaction. He was endlessly relieved that she came back. Though slightly concerned about her current state not improving.

“Well, lucky for you, I’m an open book,” she said lightly, bringing him back to the conversation. But there was a tension to her voice, a nervous energy she couldn’t quite mask.

“I have always been more interested in… difficult books,” he murmured, his tone softer now. “The ones that require careful study.”

Renly’s breath caught. It was subtle, easily missed, but there was something in his voice—a challenge, or maybe an invitation. She tried to steady herself. “Careful, Viktor. You’re starting to sound like Jayce when he’s trying to charm his way out of trouble.”

“That is a dangerous comparison,” Viktor replied, his tone drier now, though his gaze hadn’t wavered. “I would like to believe I am more… subtle.”

Renly laughed; the sound lighter than she expected. “Subtle, huh? I’ll give you that. But you should know—” she stepped closer, lowering her voice to match his, “—I’m not the kind of book you can study in one sitting.”

Viktor’s brow arched ever so slightly, a flicker of intrigue passing through his features. “I would not expect otherwise.”

Their eyes met, and for a moment, the air between them shifted—something unspoken, tentative, and charged with the weight of possibility.

Renly felt her heart skip a beat, though she wasn’t entirely sure why. She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and broke the eye contact, her gaze drifting to the nearby workbench littered with diagrams and half-finished experiments. “Well, if you’re looking for something more straightforward, Viktor, I think Jayce keeps plenty of picture books in his little office,” she quipped, trying to recapture her footing.

Viktor made a low sound, something between a laugh and a hum of amusement. “Jayce prefers works with… fewer complexities. I find myself drawn to challenges.” She realized that Viktor’s thick accent made a certain spot in her brain tingle.

Renly looked back at him then, catching the faintest flicker of something warm in his expression—interest, maybe, or amusement, or something she didn’t dare name. “Well, I hope you’re ready for disappointment,” she said, half-joking but wary of what his words might mean. “I’ve been told I’m more confusing than challenging.”

“That remains to be seen.” Viktor turned away, his focus drifting to one of the diagrams pinned to the wall. It was a complex sketch of a device she’d been working on for weeks, each line and symbol carefully detailed. It was supposed to make the delivery of her future cure possible on a larger scale and cleanse an entire district at once. As she was pointed out by Jayce – in the wrong hands that could be a deadly weapon. It was quite ironic, coming from his mouth.

Viktor reached out, his gloved fingers brushing the edge of the paper. “This… is yours?”

Renly nodded, thankful for the shift in focus. “Yeah. It’s still in the early stages, though. Just an idea, really.”

His eyes traced the lines, his expression unreadable. “It is… bold. Ambitious.”

“Ambitious is one word for it,” she muttered, crossing her arms. “Jayce called it reckless.”

“Jayce is often blind to subtlety,” Viktor replied, his tone mild but carrying the weight of experience. “This—” he gestured to the design, “—is not reckless. It is innovative. You see possibilities where others see only obstacles.”

Renly blinked, caught off guard by the unexpected compliment. “Well, don’t tell Jayce that. I’d hate for him to think I’m smarter than him.”

Viktor’s lips twitched in the faintest hint of a smile. “Your secret is safe with me.”

For a moment, they stood in silence, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air. Viktor’s gaze lingered on the diagram, but Renly had the distinct feeling his thoughts were elsewhere. She wanted to say something—anything—to fill the silence, but the words wouldn’t come.

“Renly,” Viktor said suddenly, his voice softer now. He turned to face her fully, his expression more serious than she expected. “About… earlier. John. You should not allow someone to make you doubt your worth.”

Her breath caught in her throat, and she felt the burn of tears threatening to return. “I… I know,” she managed, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Good,” he said simply, his tone firm but not unkind. “Because there is no doubt, at least in my mind, that you are capable of far more than he could ever see.”

Renly didn’t know what to say. Instead, she managed a small, trembling smile, her chest tightening with something that felt dangerously like gratitude—or something more.

***

“Penny for your thoughts?” Jayce’s voice pulled Renly out of the trance she had fallen into while staring at the blackboard covered in her notes.

“Um… are you kidding? My thoughts are priceless.” She grinned at him, and he laughed.

“Well, of course, I never meant to pry on your genius,” he added but saw her cheekiness was already gone, replaced with exasperation.

“I don’t think I’m going to make it without a sample.” She slumped down in her chair and added, “And I doubt that anyone from the docks would give me one willingly, even though I’m technically a local there.”

“And what do you need exactly?”

“Ah, bone marrow preferably,” she said with ease, but when she saw the horror on Jayce’s face, she immediately added, “But that’s obviously out of the question—it’s dangerous and painful." signalling him to calm down. "So, the blood sample, maybe saliva, and any… umm, excretion fluids from, like, blisters or boils,” she continued, no longer paying attention to Jayce, whose face grew more repulsed by the second. "Oh, and obviously,”—at this point, her friend was silently praying for her to finish—"it has to come from someone with Grey exposure symptoms."

Jayce, having shaken his distaste, gave her an obvious look. “Well, that shouldn’t be so hard then. I mean, the boils and… fluids might be impossible, but the blood and saliva?”

“Care to elaborate on what’s so easy about it?”

"The fact that you exist alongside someone like that every day, who also happens to be a scientist—and who would probably sacrifice far more than a blood sample in the name of progress?" And in the name of making you happy, he thought, though he kept the sentiment to himself.

She slapped her forehead with an open palm. She had been so caught up in her own frustrations and doubts that she hadn’t even considered Viktor an option—a glaring oversight she now felt foolish for.

“Gods, how am I so stupid? I take everything back; you are smarter than I.” Before Jayce could express his confusion about that last remark she added, her mind racing „But wait… do you really think Viktor will agree to this?”

“Definitely. Maybe just don’t say anything about the… fluids.”

***

She can do this. It’s fine, it’s science and all. It took her a few days to collect herself enough to actually ask Viktor for this favour. She made sure to tidy up her notes in case Viktor asked for any further explanation.

Renly lingered in the doorway of the lab, her heart racing slightly. Viktor sat at his workstation, engrossed in whatever mechanism he was fine-tuning. The rhythmic tap of his cane against the floor punctuated his movements as he adjusted screws with steady precision. She hesitated, unsure how to approach the topic.

“Viktor,” she began, her voice cutting through the low hum of machinery.

“Renly,” he replied without looking up, the corner of his mouth twitching into the faintest of smiles. “To what do I owe the honour? Or are you here to borrow more coffee filters?”

She stepped further in, shifting her weight nervously. “Actually, I was hoping to borrow something a bit more... personal.”

That got his attention. He looked up, raising an eyebrow as his hands stilled. “Personal?”

“Yes.” She took a deep breath, mentally rehearsing the phrasing she’d agonized over. “I need a blood sample.”

His expression didn’t change immediately. He tilted his head slightly, studying her. “Are you planning to sell it at The Lanes, or is there a scientific reason for this peculiar request?”

She laughed nervously, rubbing the back of her neck. “Scientific. Definitely scientific.”

He set down his tools and leaned back in his chair, gesturing for her to elaborate.

“Okay, so… I’ve been working on this formula to counteract the effects of long-term exposure to the Grey. But I’ve hit a wall because I need a sample from someone with exposure symptoms. And, well...” She trailed off, motioning vaguely toward him.

“Ah,” he said simply, his gaze narrowing slightly in thought.

“I know it’s a lot to ask,” she continued quickly, her words tumbling out. “And I totally understand if you’re not comfortable with it. I just—”

“Renly,” he interrupted, his voice calm. “It is fine.”

She blinked. “It is?”

“Yes,” he said, rising slowly to his feet and reaching for his cane. “You are not asking me to donate a kidney. A blood sample is... manageable.” His lips curved into a faint smile as he added, “I only hope you have the proper equipment. I doubt either of us wants Jayce involved in this.”

“Right, of course,” she said, fumbling with the small kit she’d prepared in advance. “I can handle it. Promise.”

Viktor raised an eyebrow as he sat on a nearby stool, rolling up his sleeve. “That remains to be seen.”

Renly approached cautiously, trying to suppress the sudden wave of nerves washing over her. “Okay, uh, just relax your arm.”

He gave her a pointed look. “I am relaxed. Are you?”

“Totally,” she lied, though her hands betrayed her as they fumbled with the stasis band. She moved closer to him, taking his arm gently and rolling up his sleeve.

“You are trembling,” he remarked lightly.

“I’m not trembling,” she shot back, but the slight shake of her hand betrayed her again.

“Perhaps I should do it myself,” he offered, half-teasing.

“Don’t you dare,” she muttered, steeling herself.

Viktor’s forearm was lean but surprisingly solid beneath her touch, his skin pale against the dark fabric of his shirt. Her fingers brushed against his wrist as she adjusted the band, and she felt the slightest hitch in his breath—so slight she wondered if she imagined it.

She avoided his gaze, focusing instead on securing the stasis snugly just above his elbow. “Tell me if it’s too tight,” she murmured.

“It is fine,” he replied, his voice quieter now, almost curious.

Renly pressed her thumb into the crease of his elbow, coaxing the vein to rise. She could feel his eyes on her, and the proximity made the air between them feel heavier. Viktor was always so composed, but now his stillness seemed heightened, as if he were studying her in the same way he might study an equation.

“Do you always take this much care?” he asked, his tone light but carrying an edge of something unreadable.

She glanced up, catching his gaze for just a moment before looking away. “I like to make sure I get it right,” she said, trying to sound nonchalant.

“You are very thorough,” he said, and though his words were neutral, there was a warmth in them that made her cheeks flush.

Her thumb brushed over his skin one last time before she picked up the needle. “All set,” she said briskly, trying to steady herself. “This won’t take long.”

“There,” she said triumphantly, as the blood began to flow into the vial. “See? Professional.”

“Impressive,” Viktor said, though his tone carried a trace of mockery. “If you ever tire of chemistry, you may have a future in phlebotomy.”

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. “Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

Once she’d sealed the vial and carefully labelled it, she turned back to him. “All done. You survived.”

“Barely,” he said dryly, rolling his sleeve back down.

Renly hesitated for a moment, holding the vial. “Thank you, Viktor. This really means a lot.”

He nodded, brushing down his sleeve as she carefully packed the sample into a sterile container. “I hope it proves useful,” he said simply, his tone neutral but distant, as though he was already retreating back into his usual reserve.

Renly stilled, the words forming on her lips before she could stop them. She pressed them back, fiddling with the clasp of her sample kit. But the thought wouldn’t leave her, and she knew this might be her only opportunity to ask.

“Viktor,” she began cautiously, her voice quieter now, unsure. “I, uh—this might sound awful, but… if you—” She faltered, her nerves getting the better of her.

He turned to her fully, his brow creasing in concern. “If I…?”

She let out a shaky breath, her eyes darting anywhere but at him. “If you ever… you know, cough up anything… I mean, if it happens, not that I hope it happens, but…” She groaned, clapping a hand to her forehead. “Gods, I’m making this sound terrible.” She just remembered what Jayce had said about her mentioning additional fluids.

His expression didn’t change, but something in his posture stiffened. “You mean to ask,” he said slowly, carefully, “if I would be willing to provide a sample of my… condition.”

Renly winced, her fingers gripping the edge of the counter behind her. “I’m sorry, I just— I know it’s not my place to even ask. It’s just, if it does happen, it could be invaluable for the research.” She looked up at him finally, guilt written across her face. “But I really, really hope it doesn’t come to that.”

For a moment, Viktor said nothing. His eyes studied her, not with anger but with a weight that made her chest tighten. “You have been aware of it,” he said softly, his voice devoid of accusation.

She swallowed hard, unsure how to answer. “I notice things,” she admitted, almost in a whisper. “But it’s not my business, and I’ve never—”

“You do not need to explain,” he interrupted gently, sparing her the rest. He turned, leaning his weight onto his cane. “If it comes to that, Renly, you may have what you need. But I will hope, as you do, that it will not.”

There was no bitterness in his tone, only quiet acceptance. It made her heart ache in a way she hadn’t expected, and she opened her mouth to say something but the only thought that came to her mind was another blunt and awkward comment.

“Look, I can only imagine how hard it is… I want you to know that this is not what I think of when I think, well… of you.” She desperately tried to convince him that she herself not a long time ago had completely overlooked his condition.

Viktor, as he would be, was not convinced. “For what it is worth, I appreciate your honesty. You do not have to back out of it now.”

She blinked, taken off guard. “What do you mean?” Renly asked, her brow furrowed, unsure of where his comment had come from.

Viktor gave a soft, humourless chuckle, leaning slightly on his cane as if drawing strength from it. “The first time we met,” he began, his tone measured, “you stared. Not at me—at this.” He gestured briefly to his cane. “I am no stranger to it. People have a tendency to look at this first, and then decide what sort of man I am. I had assumed you were no different.”

Renly’s lips parted, silent realisation of his initial coldness washing over her. “Wait—first time we met? You mean the day this horrible goo blew up into my face?”

He tilted his head slightly, his sharp eyes narrowing as if to remind her not to play coy. “You paused when I approached. You stared. Perhaps you thought I didn’t notice.”

Renly blinked again, completely thrown off course. Of all the things she thought he might say, this wasn’t it. She let out a short laugh, her voice incredulous. “That’s what you think I was staring at?”

Viktor raised a brow, his expression a mix of curiosity and scepticism. “Were you not?”

“No!” Renly shook her head vehemently, her cheeks flushing. “Gods, no. I was staring because I thought I recognized you.”

He frowned slightly, confusion flickering across his face. “Recognized me?”

“Yes!” She stepped closer, her hands moving animatedly now as the words began tumbling out. “I wasn’t sure at first, but the way you walked, the shape of your face—it all clicked. I was trying to figure out if you were… well, you.”

Viktor still looked puzzled, though his expression softened. “You’ll forgive me, but I am not sure I follow.”

Renly hesitated, suddenly feeling ridiculous, but there was no turning back now. “When we were kids, I used to play by The Undercity docks every summer. One year, there was this boy—I think it was you—who wandered off into this dark, abandoned cave. Everyone thought he’d gone for good. But hours later, you came back, like it was nothing.”

Viktor’s brows knit together as she spoke, his grip tightening slightly on his cane. “You remember that?”

She nodded fervently. “Of course, I do! It scared the life out of me. I thought you were some kind of magician when you walked out.”

He was silent for a moment, his expression unreadable, before he let out a low, disbelieving laugh. “You mean to tell me you remembered something so… trivial, and that is why you stared?”

“It wasn’t trivial!” Renly protested; her face still flushed. “You disappeared into a death trap! Which was rumoured to have an evil wizard within it as well! I was terrified for you. And then you just climbed out like you’d been on a stroll through a garden. Who does that?”

Viktor’s lips curved into the faintest hint of a smile, though his eyes were distant, as if piecing together fragments of a memory long buried. “I suppose I never thought anyone would remember such a thing. Least of all you.”

Renly smiled sheepishly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Well, now you know. And for the record, I wasn’t staring at your cane that day. I was trying to figure out if the brave, reckless boy from The Undercity had somehow made it all the way here.”

Viktor tilted his head, a thoughtful look crossing his face. “And have you decided?”

Her grin softened, her gaze meeting his. “Oh, I decided the moment you opened your mouth to tell me I’d miscalculated the viscosity of my formula. Only the boy who walked out of that cave would have the gall.”

His quiet laugh filled the space between them, and for a moment, the weight of their earlier conversation seemed to lift. But the memory lingered in both of their minds—one that now felt like a thread tying them together, fragile yet strong.

[surfinminho]

6:00 PM

wc: 1.3K

Warnings: age gap, reader is older, fem bodied, humiliation, panty stealing, perversion, masterbation (m), spit, sub!felix, overstimulation, unprotected sex, keep in mind reader is like 15 years older with a kid though it isn’t rlly mentioned

He could get you fired, you’re his professor and he’s just one of your many students.

You were the talk around campus for a while. He can see why though. I mean, you were pretty, has a nice figure, smart, Felix could go on for hours about you.

You on the other hand, seemed to pay him no mind. He kinda got upset about it multiple times. Not noticing his wandering eyes on you or staying after class just to spend a few more seconds with you, pathetic attempts he knows.

As time went by, finals week came closer. And Felix isn’t going to lie but, he was going to fail. Environmental science wasn’t his strongest subject. But you’re here! And you could help him.

He contemplated for a while if he should just get a tutor and suck it up, but apparently you had some concerns too. “Felix, can you come here please?” The bell had just rung, leaving a few laggers, and you sitting at your desk.

He packed his stuff up quickly before heading to your desk. “Hi miss” he gave you a small smile, sitting down on the nearest chair.

“Felix, your grades are much lower than last semester, it went down 12%.” You frowned, taking out a piece of paper and a pen, “See Felix, if you get less than a 90 on your final you’re going to fail the semester.”

He didn’t want to disappoint you with his terrible grades, he wanted to seem better than that.

“I can get a tutor?” you cut him off, writing something’s down on the piece of paper.

“I’m afraid with what little time we have left, getting a tutor isn’t enough. So, I’ll do it for you, personally.” you hand him the piece of paper nicely folded.

“Thank you, miss” as he gets ready to leave, you stop him once more.

“Since it’s also at my house, I’m not really allowed to do that so don’t tell anyone”

Felix nods his head and leaves, smiling to himself, thinking about all the possibilities of what could happen.

-

You let him in with a smile, telling him to go to your room and wait for you. As he was waiting, he looked around the room. It was white and chic with a hint of brown. Though, on your dresser, there was a picture of you and a younger girl, the girl was fairly young, probably 9 years old, give or take.

His train of thought is interrupted as you walk through the door,

“Let’s get started Felix.”

The next few hours were hell, it’s like the practice problems you handed him were impossible to do. It’s like any prior knowledge he had flew out the window. He could your sighs get louder every time he gets another question wrong, rubbing your temples.

“Felix, these are simple questions, you know what, I’ll be right back” you got up, leaving the door slightly ajar.

He looked around the room again, taking in everything once more. This time, a piece of fabric that he definitely didn’t notice caught his eye. It was sitting on the floor, by the bed frame. You could come back anytime, but what’s the harm in looking?

He got up, picking up the fabric, or lack there of. His face flushed, pink lace panties. He should put them down, it’s an invasion of your privacy, but he wasn’t thinking rationally. He pockets your underwear and sits back down, picking up his pencil and going back to work.

“How about we call it a night”

-

He doesn’t know what came over him, guilt was taking over his body as he looked at your underwear. He doesn’t know why he took it, he can barely look you in your face anymore. He wasn’t going to give it back though, it’s covered in his cum and spit. Your smell as worn off, surely he can sneak another pair?

As the days go by, he goes to your house at 6 pm, sharp. He’s never early or late. It’s routine at this point. He goes over to your place, does some practice questions, then he goes home and jerks off using your panties.

But today, when you answered the door, your were very giddy, smile reaching both ends of your face. The questions you given him were fairly easy, the answers were basically common sense.

“Miss, I finished this packet.” Felix said, slowly sliding the paper towards you.

You carefully look it over with a pen, tracing each answer with it, you slide it back to him with a smile. “Good, only 1 wrong!” You paused, getting up and walking to your dresser, “I think you deserve a reward, I mean those questions must’ve been so hard.

You sit down on your bed, calling him over.

“Miss, what’s this abo-“ he choked on his words as he watched you throw a pair of lace panties at him, almost identical to the ones he stole a week before.

“I know you took my underwear Felix, you’re not very slick” you frowned, pulling him closer by his thighs.

he stayed quiet, playing with his fingers in his lap.

“Felix, that was very disgusting of you, I offer you extra help and you take from me. Is that how you were going to make your move on me?” your tone was condescending, it made him want to die from embarrassment.

'No --- No, no, no, no, no --- I’m sorry, I don’t know wh-“ you pressed a finger to his lips, shoving two fingers into his mouth.

“Aw but baby, you do know. Tell me why you did it, I don’t like liars” you slowly removed your fingers from his mouth, wiping his spit on his cheek.

“I wanted to taste you..”

“Wanted to taste me?”

He hums, looking up at you, trying not to touch you.

“You’re a pathetic thing, could’ve just asked.” you mumbled, taking your index and middle finger, hooking it on the waistband of his pants, pulling it down along with his underwear.

“Show me what you do to them at home”

He didn’t reply, saving himself from any more embarrassment. He took his hand and spit in it before wrapping his hand around his cock. His body jolts at the feeling, back arching into the pleasure. He wraps your panties over his tip, rutting into his fist. The spit made the glide easier, making it so he could go faster. He closed his eyes, staccato moans leaving his plump lips, little ‘pleases’ coming out ever so often.

“Stop.”

His eyes shot open, stopping his movements while keeping his hand on his cock. He whined, blinking away tears, to look at you. When do you take off your pants?

“Ah, you’re so cute and well behaved, makes me wanna kiss you.”

“Can I? Uhm can I get a kiss?” He pouts

You shuffle over to him, knees on either side of his lap, slotting your lips against his. You titled your head to the side, grabbing his chin, trying to get more of him until you felt something wet seep in between your thighs so you look down and-

Oh.

“I’m sorry” he sputtered, still rutting against your thigh.

“Cumming just from me kissing you? Pathetic baby” you leaned down to press a kiss to his lips, shutting him up before lining his cock up and sinking down.

“I can’t- miss- mommy please, f-fuck!” Letting out a choked out sob, he could feel his cock drag against your soft, warm walls.

“Yes you can” You huffed, fucking yourself down onto his cock, his cum making the slide easy.

“Let- let me pull out, g’nna cum shit” he threw his head back, his moans reaching a crescendo as his thrusts became erratic, losing its rhythm.

“Just like that, good boy” you pulled him into another kiss, gripping his shirt to keep leverage. “Wanna breed me? Make me a mommy?” You said in between moans, meeting him halfway.

“Cumming!” You felt his release paint your walls, sure it’s not a lot but it triggered your own orgasm.

You climbed off him, using the discarded panties to clean him up.

“You better be prepared for the final.”

[corpseri]

𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 | 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ ʀᴇx, ʜᴀʀʀɪꜱᴏɴ ɢʀᴀʏ, ʟɪᴀᴍ ᴇᴠᴀɴꜱ, ᴇʟʙᴇʀᴛ ɢʀᴇᴇᴛɪᴀ, ᴀʟꜰᴏɴꜱᴇ ꜱʏʟᴠᴀᴛɪᴄᴀ, ʀᴏɢᴇʀ ʙᴀʀᴇʟ, ᴊᴜᴅᴇ ᴊᴀᴢᴢᴀ, ᴇʟʟɪꜱ ᴛᴡɪʟɪɢʜᴛ, ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀ

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: I've always wanted to do this and they're English so yippee 😍. Some of these (most of these) are based on experience I had in my secondary school so yeah

𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊

#𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐗

Year 11

That kid that did the absolute bare minimum but somehow got decent grades

The Year 7s and 8s all had a crush on him, and it genuinely made him feel uncomfortable 💀

The teachers fucking love him idk what to say he's a good boy ig

The typa guy to adopt future roadmen Year 7s and hang with them during lunch to make them seem cool

#𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘

Year 11

The annoying-ass kid that would cheat off you in every test yet somehow got better grades than you

Flopped Year 9 and decided he needed to get his shit together (he did the same thing in Year 10 and 11 but git better grades)

Snaps random girls in different schools, especially ones that went to his friend's primary schools to piss them off

Would ask you if he can borrow a pen but never give it back

#𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒

Year 10

Got adopted by William in Year 7 but never became a roadman

He did all the non-exam based options for GCSE's (Music, Drama, PE, Art, Photography)

He was obnoxiously loud during class until one time he was alone, so he had no one to talk to, and a group of girls were being loud as fuck and he realised how annoying he was so he stopped

Joined Year 7 thinking Food Tech was gonna be sick, then ended up finding out that it's shit and anyone who did that for an option deserved to jump off a cliff

#𝐄𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐀

Year 10

Literally only hangs out with Alfonse in the library because he hates the outdoors (same)

Got all 9s in Year 9 and somehow is hoping for a 10 in Year 10 (no one told him a Grade 9 was the maximum)

Genuinely pissed during Covid so many people got high because the grade boundaries were low even though they bat shit dumb (his words not mine)

Stares daggers into the loud girls because they cannot shut up

#𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀

Year 11

Got 4s and 5s in Year 9 but somehow got 9s in Year 10

Hangs out with Elbert because he thinks he makes him cool, hanging out with an older person

School senior, doesn't contribute at all unless it's an opportunity to skip lesson (me)

Always got picked on to read in class because he reads well and fast so that the slow-ass people don't read

#𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐋

Year 10

Got good grades in the mock exams and flopped the real exams (blamed it on the grade boundaries) (same)

Always raises his hand to answer and gets pissed if he isn't picked on

Only good at Chemistry and Biology so he wants to do Triple Science in Year 11

Helps out in school holing for extra credit (he didn't realise this ain't the US so there's no such thing here)

#𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐄 𝐉𝐀𝐙𝐙𝐀

(GOD I HAVE A LOT SO SAY ABOUT THIS MAN I CAN LITERALLY MAKE A WHOLE POST ABOUT HIM IF ALL WANT IT LEMMIE KNOW) (OMG I WANT TO MAKE A JUDE X READER SECONDARY SCHOOL POST AAAAAHHHH I LOVE THIS)

Year 11

Roadman

Sells vapes to Year 7s at a stupidly expensive price but since they're Year 7 they think this is the normal price

Only one in the group that got good grades and not ending up working in their dad's haircut shop

Talkes in class then when the teacher moves him he's like "Miss I wasn't even talking" 💀

#𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

Year 11

Everyone had a crush on him. Jude often tutors him in private and threatens to spread rumours about him if he ever told anyone

Did Art in Year 10 for funsies and Economics because he wanted that one teacher who is physically impossible to help you get a 9 (no one got a Grade 9 in his class) just to prove everyone wrong (he did)

Buys food for his friends if he finds out they don't eat during lunch because the lines are so fucking long

Probably in a long—term relationship with a girl (me) and everyone is jealous of them

#𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑

Year 11

Like William adopted the Year 7s but a significantly more amount (like half the damn school)

Everyone knows who he is. Every lunch time he goes to this one Year 9 girl who sits on the bench lonely and lets her do his hair

She's like his favourite child he buys her food so she doesn't feel lonely and stands up for her when the annoying popular kids talk to her (she gets uncomfortable)

He tutors her as well, even if she's good in class he does this because he wants her to be successful and have a good future (I love this sm)

©️umi-adxhira [17/09/2023]

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | @nightghoul381 , @serynhe , @kookie-my-little-sunshine , @cy-inky, @aquagirl1978 , @abundance-pathchooser, @lapis-da-lazuli , @ellisgivesmelife013 @surviving-off-ellis-crumbs, @yuan134

[vivsinkpot]

Writing Realistic University Settings: How Classes, Schedules, and Student Life Actually Work

(Because writing “college” as one big Hogwarts blur doesn’t quite cut it.)

If you’re writing fiction set in a university or college — especially in contemporary, dark academia, or literary settings — grounding it in how academic life actually functions can add a massive layer of realism. Here’s what you should know to get it right.

1. Class Schedules Are Loosely Structured — and Often Weird

Unlike high school, university students don’t have a full day of back-to-back classes. Their schedule might have gaps of hours — or entire days — between lectures.

A student might have:

A 10am lecture on Monday

A 3-hour lab on Tuesday

A 1-hour seminar Wednesday afternoon

Nothing at all on Friday

Schedules vary by subject. Creative writing majors might have 8 total hours a week. Engineering students might have 25+. That balance affects your characters’ free time, stress, and how they use (or waste) their days.

2. Courses Usually Have Multiple Components

One “class” might consist of several parts:

Lecture — Large group, led by professor. Not very interactive.

Seminar/Discussion — Smaller group, often student-led discussion.

Lab/Workshop — Practical work (for sciences, art, creative courses).

Tutorials — 1-on-1 or small group feedback, often with a TA or tutor.

Characters might attend all these under a single course name. It’s not just sitting in one room taking notes — it’s varied, and often chaotic.

3. Students Don’t Live at School All Day

Unless it’s a boarding-style campus (like Oxford), university students often:

Live in dorms (called “halls” or “residence” in the UK) for 1–2 years

Then move to cheap rented flats or houses with friends

Commute to campus on foot, by bike, or public transport

Have long, strange days (e.g. class at 9am and 5pm, nothing in between)

Where they live shapes their experience. A student still in halls might be isolated or living loud. A student in a shared flat might be poor, overworked, and hosting friends for pasta at midnight.

4. You’re Expected to Self-Manage

Professors don’t chase you for homework. Nobody reminds you about deadlines. You might have 1 or 2 essays for an entire term — and they’re 50% of your grade. It’s sink or swim.

“Doing well” = reading 5 articles a week, attending seminars, and prepping for exams…

“Barely scraping by” = skipping everything except the final essay.

Show your characters navigating this — panicking over procrastination, falling behind, or using clever tricks to make it work.

5. Every Subject Has Its Own Culture

A history student and a chemistry student live different lives. One may spend time in dusty libraries; the other might be in the lab from 9 to 5.

Arts/humanities = fewer contact hours, more reading

Sciences/engineering = heavy schedules, labs, practical exams

Medicine = placements, long hours, relentless stress

This changes how your characters talk, what they carry, how exhausted they are — and who they meet. It even affects the vibe of their friendships.

6. Terms, Semesters, and Burnout Cycles

Universities usually run on terms or semesters. Depending on the country:

UK = Autumn, Spring, Summer terms (with a big Easter break)

US = Fall and Spring semesters (often with a Summer term)

Weeks 1–3 = optimism

Weeks 4–6 = illness and existential dread

Week 10+ = deadlines, caffeine, and emotional collapse

Use that timeline to track your characters’ mental state. Time of year matters.

7. The Real Academic Struggles Are Personal

What you study becomes part of your identity — especially if your story is character-driven.

Are they passionate about their subject or just chasing a degree?

Is their academic confidence high — or secretly crumbling?

Do they argue with tutors? Compete with peers? Get crushed by pressure?

Academic life isn’t just “going to class.” It’s a pressure cooker of identity, intellect, and independence.

TL;DR:

Writing a university story? Don’t just focus on romance and dorm drama.

Layer in how classes are structured, how schedules shape social life, how students really live.

Because when it feels true, it sticks.

[reyaint]

the academy | schedule

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✧˖*°࿐Key Points of the Veltrius Lumos Academy Schedule

𓂃༊ monday-thursday: full academic days with breaks and extracurricular activities in the afternoon.

𓂃༊ friday: a slightly shorter academic day, allowing time for students to prepare for weekend activities or rest.

𓂃༊ saturday: mainly reserved for sports & club activities, though some competitions, rehearsals, or study groups may take place.

𓂃༊ sunday: a flexible day for personal study, socialization, and club-organized events in the evening.

𓂃༊ year 2 & 3 free periods: upper-year students get early dismissal privileges if they are not involved in extracurriculars.

✧˖*°࿐Weekly and Daily Enhancements

*ೃ༄Morning Routine & Academic Time

𓂃༊ library opens at 5:45 AM for early studying.

𓂃༊ dormitory wake-up call is 6:00 AM, though students are expected to wake up on their own.

𓂃༊ breakfast is buffet-style, with a mix of international cuisine, healthy options, and student favorites.

𓂃༊ morning meditation & yoga (optional) is held 6:15 - 7:00 AM in the gardens for relaxation before classes.

𓂃༊ 8:20 AM: students must be in their first-period classrooms. anyone late after 8:30 AM requires a late pass.

*ೃ༄Class & Break Times

𓂃༊ morning break (10:10 - 10:20 AM): students can grab snacks, socialize, or study.

𓂃༊ afternoon break (1:40 - 1:50 PM): a short reset before the final academic period.

𓂃༊ study Hall (optional): 8th-period study hall for students who are behind or need additional tutoring.

✧˖*°࿐Saturday & Sunday Schedule

𓂃༊ since saturday & sunday are more relaxed, students have the freedom to choose their schedules, with set times for activities.

*ೃ༄Saturdays

𓂃༊ 10:00 AM - 12:00 PM: clubs & workshops (art, debate, music, science, etc.)

𓂃༊ 12:00 PM - 1:30 PM: lunch & social time

𓂃༊ 2:00 - 4:30 PM: sports games & competitions (certain teams have scheduled matches).

𓂃༊ 5:30 - 8:00 PM: dinners, outings, & dorm bonding activities.

𓂃༊ 9:00 - 11:00 PM: house socials, free rime, or special school events (theater performances, talent shows, stargazing events).

*ೃ༄Sundays

𓂃༊ open Day for rest, homework, or independent study.

𓂃༊ optional Field Trips or city visits for students who sign up.

𓂃༊ 7:30 PM - 9:00 PM: study Hall opens for students who need structured time to complete work.

✧˖*°࿐Academic Calendar & Holidays

𓂃༊ Veltrius Lumos Academy follows a semester-based academic calendar, with seasonal breaks, school-wide events, and cultural holidays integrated into the schedule.

*ೃ༄Key Academic Terms & Breaks

𓂃༊ two-semester system

✧ 𓂃 › fall semester → early september - mid december

✧ 𓂃 › spring semester → early january - may

✧ 𓂃 › summer term (optional) → late may - july (specialized courses, internships, travel programs)

✧ 𓂃 › graduation: late may

𓂃༊ seasonal breaks & holidays

✧ 𓂃 › autumn break: early october (1 week)

✧ 𓂃 › winter break → mid december - early january (4 weeks off)

✧ 𓂃 › spring break → mid-march (2 weeks off)

✧ 𓂃 › summer break: late-may – early september (15 weeks)

𓂃༊ other events

✧ 𓂃 › festival of life weekend (april 3-4)

✧ 𓂃 › summer solstice celebrations (june 20-21)

✧ 𓂃 › winter solstice celebrations (december 21)

𓂃༊ exam periods

✧ 𓂃 › midterms: late october & late march

✧ 𓂃 › final exams: early december & late may

𓂃༊ national & religious holidays → the school respects cultural and regional observances, allowing students time off for major celebrations.

✧˖*°࿐Notable School Events and Traditions

𓂃༊ opening ceremony (late friday of august) ✧ 𓂃 › the first official event of the academic year, where new students are welcomed, faculty introduces upcoming programs, and student leaders give speeches. the ceremony takes place in the grand auditorium, accompanied by an orchestral performance and an art showcase.

𓂃༊ house sorting & initiation (first week of school) ✧ 𓂃 › after arriving at Veltrius, students undergo the House Sorting Process, followed by a House Initiation Night, where new students participate in team-building activities, house feasts, and mentorship pairings with older students.

𓂃༊ autumn festival (september 22, autumn equinox) ✦ ˚ — a celebration of seasonal change and artistic expression

✧ 𓂃 › outdoor concerts, art exhibitions, and poetry readings

✧ 𓂃 › seasonal feasts with locally sourced ingredients

✧ 𓂃 › candle-lit reflection gatherings

𓂃༊ winter solstice festival (december 21) ✦ ˚ — students gather in the central courtyard, surrounded by lanterns and firepits

✧ 𓂃 › live storytelling and theatrical performances

✧ 𓂃 › hot chocolate and seasonal pastries

✧ 𓂃 › lantern-lighting rituals for renewal and good fortune

𓂃༊ spring equinox (march 19) ✧ 𓂃 › celebrated with garden planting, sustainability projects, and outdoor activities, this event encourages student-led eco-initiatives and hands-on learning.

𓂃༊ festival of arts & innovation (april 20) ✦ ˚ — a school-wide showcase of student work, including:

✧ 𓂃 › music recitals and dance performances

✧ 𓂃 › fashion and photography exhibitions

✧ 𓂃 › STEM and business innovation pitches

𓂃༊ final year gala (may 20) ✦ ˚ — an exclusive event for third-year students, marking their final days at Veltrius. It features:

✧ 𓂃 › an elegant dinner in the main hall

✧ 𓂃 › reflections from faculty and students

✧ 𓂃 › a farewell toast under the stars

𓂃༊ graduation ceremony (late may) ✦ ˚ — held in the Grand Courtyard

✧ 𓂃 › traditional academic dress and honors

✧ 𓂃 › a final artistic performance from the graduating class

✧ 𓂃 › the symbolic “Passing of the Flame” tradition where third-years light candles for the new students continuing their legacy.

*ೃ༄ My Schedule: Year 2 (when I'm shifting)

*ೃ༄Monday - Thursday

𓂃༊ 6:20 —7:50AM: breakfast

𓂃༊ 8:30 —9:00AM: 1st period - english II (critical thinking and analytical writing)

𓂃༊ 9:05 —9:35AM: 2nd period - AP myths and legends

𓂃༊ 9:40 —10:10AM: 3rd period - algebra II w/statistics AP + precal

𓂃༊ 10:10 —10:20AM: morning break

𓂃༊ 10:25 —10:55AM: 4th period - AP world history

𓂃༊ 11:00 —11:30AM: 5th period - AP marine bio

𓂃༊ 11:30AM — 12:30PM: lunch

𓂃༊ 12:35 —1:05PM: 6th period - greek II (intermediate grammar, translation, and history)

𓂃༊ 1:10 —1:40PM: 7th period - haiqinian lang and comp AP

𓂃༊ 1:40 —1:50PM: afternoon break

𓂃༊ 1:55 —2:25PM: 8th period - fashion design

𓂃༊ 3:30 —5:30OM: sports practice (tuesday and thursday)

𓂃༊ 6:00 —7:50PM: dinner

𓂃༊ 10:30PM: curfew

*ೃ༄Friday

𓂃༊ 6:20 —7:50AM: breakfast

𓂃༊ 8:30 — 8:55AM: 1st period - english II (critical thinking and analytical writing)

𓂃༊ 9:00 —9:25AM: 2nd period - AP myths and legends

𓂃༊ 9:30 —9:55AM: 3rd period - algebra II w/statistics AP + precal

𓂃༊ 9:55 —10:05AM: morning break

𓂃༊ 10:10 — 10:35AM: 4th period - AP world history

𓂃༊ 10:40 — 11:05AM: 5th period - AP marine bio

𓂃༊ 11: 10 — 11:35AM: 6th period - greek II (intermediate grammar, translation, and history)

𓂃༊ 11:35AM — 12:35PM lunch

𓂃༊ 12:40 — 1:05PM: 7th period - haiqinian lang and comp AP

𓂃༊ 1:10 — 1:35PM: 8th period - fashion design

𓂃༊ 3:30 —5:30OM: sports practice (tuesday and thursday)

𓂃༊ 6:00 —7:50PM: dinner

𓂃༊ 10:30PM: curfew

*ೃ༄Extras

𓂃༊ saturday is reserved for extracurricular activities (sports). everyone generally have Saturday free, making it a popular time for clubs to schedule events.

𓂃༊ the same is true of sundays: clubs held some activities (usually in the evening) and people generally do homework or socialized.

𓂃༊ year 2 can get 8th period off after doing their main classes if they don’t have any extracurriculars.

𓂃༊ volleyball is primarily a fall sport (august-november), with practices also two days a week (3:00 — 5:00)

𓂃༊ figure skating would run during the winter season (november-march), with practices two days a week. (3:00 — 5:00)

[gyou08]

Pre-FAYZ Caine and Diana Head Cannons

Hii l've lurked in this fandom for years so here's me throwing out some thoughts I've had because this series has lived rent free in my head for 6/7ish years -

I don't ever stop thinking about these two before the FAYZ.

ーーーーー

1. They were both smart. Like, really, really smart.

2. Diana's best subject was history and she also enjoyed sciences/was very good at math. She took mostly APs or whatever form of higher level classes they had at Coates. Diana was the type of smart that she got good grades but didn't try in the things that didn't interest her. For example, she hated English. She couldn't care less because it was boring. It was the only class she didn't take some form of higher level in.

3. Because of this lack of interest, she would often get other people to do the homework for her and she had a mental list of boys (Caine and various other boys who had good grades in English who had a crush on her) and would rotate through getting them to do the homework for her.

The only assignments she ever did in English were the exams and quizzes.

4. In contrast. Caine's best subject was English and he loved to read. He read all the time, mostly classics, biographies, historical fiction and science fiction.

(This idea was prompted to me by that scene in Plague where Diana references Napoleon and he's like, "ummm actually" and cites a biography he read on Napoleon in the Island house like ??? Okay nerd) (He was me, I would do some shit like that if one of my friends made a reference to something I didn't know)

5. He also took mostly APs or higher level classes. He was really good at most subjects, or at least English and math, but couldn't stay awake during any science classes. He managed an A in science (despite his naps in the class) because he tried to maintain a 4.0, but he hated science

6. Diana tried to tutor him in science once because he told her he would only write her essay if she helped him, but it ended up with them fighting so she refused to help him again.

7. Caine was definitely in one of the following sports before he went to Coates:

- rowing, tennis or golf.

- or he at least knew how to play golf or tennis.

I can't explain this one. He just exudes preppy athlete energy (because his mom made him do it.)

8. Kind of off topic but: Coates did in fact have sports but not football because there was a time where a fight between them and another school they played against got so violent that they had to disband their team to avoid a lawsuit.

9. Diana has a ton of siblings (I imagine 4 in my head, so she's one of 5). She's 100% the middle child, and her younger siblings are MUCH younger because of her dad's affair. I imagine ~4 when she leaves for school the year of the FAYZ and they're part of what makes her want to be a mother because she was often the primary caretaker of them when she was home (because her dad and stepmom were losers).

10. (I don't think we get official confirmation on this, apologies if I'm misremembering) Diana's birthday is on Halloween and she just turns 14 before the FAYZ starts that November and she is young for her class.

11. Before the FAYZ started in that fall, Diana had a shitty boyfriend who was a couple years older than her that Caine hated. Around the time his powers got stronger, some conflict happened between Diana and the boyfriend (I haven't decided on a specific one) and he has a suspicious "accident" on the stairs that day. Diana got mad at Caine, and her boyfriend had to leave school due to his injuries. However, this was one of the early moments that made Diana feel like Caine could protect her.

12. Diana didn't find out about Caine's powers on purpose. She stumbled across him practicing in what would have been an empty library while avoiding class or something.

13. Caine and Drake were roommates because Caine was the only Coates student not too afraid to be his roommate. Drake was a clean and meticulous roommate, so Caine didn't mind him much.

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This is what l've got for now! If you've read all of this thank you 😅

I have some on the trio as roommates post-FAYZ as well if anyone is interested :)

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[daryfromthefuture]

mcflyjuly 2024//🌲//day 9: stolen idea

06/10/83

Today sucked. I'm not the best student ever, naturally, but I try hard enough to actually pass my classes with decent marks, and Doc even tutors me for math and science. Yesterday, I spent three hours perfecting my paper on the American Revolution only to be accused of copying from Jennifer's essay because we accidentally started some sentences with the same word!

Because Strickland actually likes her, she, of course, wasn't accused of anything (while it's improbable, she still could've copied from me, right?), and I got all the lectures and insults.

She comforted me and also attempted to stand up for me (why, I don't know. I like her, but I'm known as George's McFly's spoiled kid), but it didn't really help. Appreciate the effort, though.

[parkaplayboy]

75% || Chapter 9

stylenny x gender neutral reader

You're a senior in college during your final semester, but you find out that you're dangerously close to failing a class that you need to graduate. Lucky for you (or unlucky, depending on how you look at it) you get paired up with a tutor.

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Wednesday at 7:48 PM

Dinner turned out to be a place called Mama Carol’s—a cozy, slightly rundown diner that looked like it hadn’t changed since the mid-80s. Vinyl booths, laminated menus, and a jukebox in the corner that was permanently stuck playing classic rock. 

Kyle claimed it had the best pie in town. Stan claimed it had the best lighting for thirst traps. Kenny just like the way they never asked him to stop putting boots on the booth bench. You all slid into a corner booth, Kenny squished against the window, Stan beside him, you across from them, and Kyle on the end with a fork already in his hand despite him not having food yet. 

“Okay,” Kenny said, stabbing the air with a french fry the moment the plates hit the table. “Hear me out—bad movies marathon. I’m talkin’ B-movie horror, dub-over kung fu, absolutely cursed 3D animation.” You said mid-sip of your drink. “That sounds awful.” 

Kenny grinned. “Exactly.” Stan leaned in, smirking. “You’ve activated his trap card. Kenny owns like, twenty DVDs that never should’ve been made.” 

“You haven’t lived until you've seen ‘Karate Christmas Miracle.’” Kyle added, deadpan. Kenny japped a finger toward you. “So you in?” You laughed. “Oh, absolutely. As long as I can bring a classic of my own. The shittiest straight to DVD movie in the world—” You cleared your throat and straightened up to deliver the title like those guys in the trailer. “Lawnmower Man 3: Revenge of the Clippings” 

The table fell silent for a brief moment before everyone burst into laughter. “For one–” Kyle said, holding his side. “What the fuck would be cool about a lawnmower guy?” 

Stan chimed in. “And what was so interesting about him that he got a fuckin’ trilogy?!” 

“You are so bringing that. I think I’ll die if you don’t.” Kennys said, a grin spitting across his face.

The table buzzed with that particular kind of energy—shared fries, overlapping conversations, a little chaos, and a lot of comfort. Stan absently stole a bite off Kenny’s plate and got flicked in the forehead for it. Kyle’s hand brushed against yours more than once, each time lingering just a second too long to be accidental. You didn’t know if it was the warmth of the food, the booth, or the company—but it all sank into your bones in a way that felt suspiciously like home.

Thursday at 3:17 PM

Kyle’s apartment was quiet. Just the low hum of his laptop fan, the occasional scratch of his pencil, and the sound of you both trying not to get distracted by how close your knees were on the couch. “Okay,” Kyle said, eyes scanning your latest worksheet. “You’re actually getting the hang of this.”

“Don’t lie to me, Broflovski.” He smiled, handing the sheet back. “I’m not. See this? Clean logic. Structured steps. Your brain’s clicking in.” You blinked. Praise from Kyle hit a little differently. “So I’m not.completely doomed?”

“Not even close.”

You grinned at him, and he gave you one in return. A soft moment stretched between you. Then his phone buzzed. “Shit. It’s Drew—guy I’m doing my capstone with. He messed up our experiment results and needs help redoing half the data. Like, now.”

He sighed, already grabbing his bag. “I’m so sorry, dude. I wouldn’t bail if it wasn’t time-sensitive.” You stood.  “Hey, it’s okay. Go fix your psychology science mess.” Kyle chuckled, slipping on his shoes. “Kenny should be back any minute. You two can chill here. Raid the snacks.” 

Right on cue, the door opened, and Kenny stepped in with his jacket half-off and hair a mess from the wind. “Oh hey, I was just thinking I needed someone to bother.” he said, eyes lighting up when he saw you. 

“Perfect timing,” Kyle said, zipping up his jacket. “You’re on Y/N-sitting duty.” Kenny threw a lazy salute. “Got it. No broken limbs, minimal chaos. We’ll be fine.” Kyle paused on his way out, catching your gaze. “Seriously, thanks for being cool about this.” You nodded. “Go be smart. I’ll survive.”  

And with that, Kyle was gone. 

Kenny looked at you. “So. We’ve got a kitchen, a fridge with mystery ingredients, and no adult supervision. Wanna make dinner?”

You blinked. “You cook?” His grin widened. “Prepare to be amazed. Or mildly concerned.”

Thursday at 4:02 PM 

The grocery store trip was a blur of inside jokes and mild chaos. Kenny pushed the cart while you threw ingredients in at random. At one point, he held up a box of something ominously labeled “beef product.”

“No.” you said instantly. 

“But—” 

“Absolutely not.”

Back at the apartment, Kenny threw on some music—an old punk playlist—and rolled up his sleeves like he was about to perform surgery. You leaned against the counter, watching him move with surprising precision. He wasn’t just tossing things in a pan. He was slicing onions in even arcs, searing things in a particular order, and adjusting the heat by instinct. 

“Okay, wait,” you said, “You’re actually… good at this?” Kenny glanced at you, smile a little more sheepish now. “Yeah, uh. I’ve been working in the kitchen at the restaurant lately. Our sous chef quit a few months back, and I kinda stepped in.” 

“That’s awesome. Is it permanent?” He shrugged. “I dunno. I like it. More than I thought I would.” He paused, eyes flicking up to meet yours. “There’s this culinary school. Just outside of town. They’ve got this weekend class series for, like, professionals thinking about switching careers or learning new stuff. I’ve been thinking about it. But it’s dumb, right?” 

You stepped closer, heart soft. “Kenny. That’s not dumb. That’s amazing.” He looked away, then back, eyes a little more raw than usual. “You think?” You nodded. “Absolutely. You light up when you’re cooking. And hey, if anyone can charm a room full of chefs into loving them, it’s you.”

The kitchen felt warmer then—not from the stove, but something else entirely. Kenny looked at you for a long beat, somethin unreadable in his gaze. Not teasing nor casual. “I’ve been thinking a lot lately,” he said, voice quieter. “About what I want. Where I wanna go. Who I wanna… share that with.” Your breath caught. He stepped a little closer. Before either of you could say something that might change everything, the apartment door opened. 

“We’re back!” Stan’s voice echoed from the hallway. “And Kyle didn’t kill Drew. That’s progress.” Kenny blinked, stepping back just as Kyle and Stan entered the kitchen. You felt the moment fold itself up and hide behind the smell of dinner and the clatter of keys on the counter. Stan sniffed the air. “Oh hell yeah, you made the pasta.” Kyle dropped his bag and looked at the table, surprised. “This looks amazing. Wait—did you make this?”

Kenny shrugged, trying to look casual. “Had help.” 

You smiled. “He’s kind of a kitchen genius. I’m just the emotional support sous-chef.” 

The four of you sat down at the table, steam rising from the bowls, laughter easy and full. Kyle nudged your knee under the table, Stan poured cheap wine into mismatched mugs, and Kenny kept glancing your way like he wasn’t sure if the moment in the kitchen had really ended.

And maybe it hadn’t. 

Not really.

[mcuparkergirlfics]

Hot Summer Tom Holland Head Canons

Feel free to take any of these head canons for imagines or long series and tag me @mcuparkergirlfics in your stories.

1. You thought the summer was going to bore you the death, that was until Tom moved in next door to you.    

2. Let the battle of the sexes begin! Headstrong exec (you) are paired with an overly confident, borderline arrogant transfer, Tom Holland, for a specific project that meets a deadline soon.    

3. You were flunking Forensic Science, an elective your parents made you take to broaden your studies. If you fail the course you won't graduate with honors. Enter Tom, expert in all things CSI as your dad hires him to be your private tutor for the summer.

4. You wanted to take a break from her hard lifestyle, goes to the beach on a whim. Seeking to get some sun and peace of mind, you didn't think anything would interrupt your reverie until Tom came along.    

5. During the summer break you decide to become a lifeguard trainee at the local community pool. Your instructor, Tom, took a little more time and attention on you than his other students.    

6. Your little brother, a comic book geek drags you to the local comics store and the clerk named Tom Holland offers to point you in the right direction. Not wanting you to leave so soon, Tom educates you on why comic books are so vital. 

7. Not wanting to play second fiddle to your firm any longer, you confesses your need to become more of an asset to the company. The chief executive makes a promise that you can't refuse. The only draw back: you would have to chaperone his aimless son, Tom Holland as he visits the city.   

8. It truly is the happiest place on Earth. You decide to go to Disneyland alone, hoping to enjoy the summer without thinking about how hard her loneliness has been hitting her. Tom only came to the Disney park to fast pass all the rides with his friends. Keeping up his end of the bet, Tom promises he will ride everything before 4pm. A handful of rides require two people, you watch from afar and helps him win the bet.

9. Your long held fear of the ocean is conquered when you randomly sign up for beginning surfing lessons with rookie Tom as her instructor. Realizing you were his only student he went overtime with his teachings.    

10. Taking summer classes at the local junior university was not in your plans. You would much rather be somewhere else. That was until you saw the new substitute teacher, Tom offering after class lessons. Not allowing yourself to become distracted, you almost turn away, but finds yourself walking by to his office.

[nishayuro]

Cloud 9 - Obey Me! Barbatos

Collection: My spotify playlist of songs that play in my head at the most unconventional times

Genre: Fluff, a bit of hurt/comfort 

GN! Reader

A/N: Lmao im back with this, enjoy. Kinda self indulgent? Idk, midterms are coming up lmao

Synopsis: RAD has been too much for you, but luckily you have Barbatos by your side.

“I don't wanna seem the way I do, But I'm confident when I'm with you”

You’d think after 6 months in Devildom you’d be able to adapt by now, but well, things don’t always go as planned. It’s not that you’re dumb, it’s just that RAD is very much so different from what you’re used to in the human world. 

The normal English, Math, History and Science subjects have all been replaced with Curses and Hexes, Potions, History of the Devildom and Alchemy and Astronomy of the three realms. 

For someone who prides themself in being a good student, RAD was just stressing you out. You had no background with these subjects, not even knowing these things were real 6 months ago. And now you’re expected to go to classes which are on par with demons who have probably been taking these classes for years. 

You have no clue how you’ll do now that finals are coming up. You did kinda okay on your midterms, but they let it pass since you’re still adjusting. But now pressure has built up. Luckily, you have the wonderful demon prince’s butler who decided to help you out. 

“Lately all I feel is bad and bruised, Tired of tripping on my shoes”

“Hmm, how about we take a quick break? Relax yourself, MC. You’ve been too tense this whole session. Maybe some tea will help you loosen up. I’ll be right back.” Barbatos said, standing up and walking towards the kitchen. You’re now left with your notes and books alone, as you stare at the pieces of paper, your eyes begin to well up with tears. 

Your little crying session was not ignored by the demon butler, you were taken aback when a pair of arms went to hold yours. “Mc, talk to me. What is on your mind?” He asked, voice softer than what you’ve expected from someone like him. 

“I… I don’t want to disappoint Lord Diavolo or Lucifer if I fail my tests. I’ve been trying so hard and yet I still can’t understand or memorize the topics. And I don’t want to disappoint you, you’re helping me study even though you already have too much on your plate. I don’t want you to see me as a burden…” you trail off, voice cracking as you sobbed. 

“Mc, look at me.” he said, warmth in his voice. “I understand that you feel pressured, that your habits of aiming for the top are weighing you down. As much as we appreciate you trying your best for the exchange program, we understand if you’re not on par with the others. They’ve had years to learn these lessons. If anything, you should pride yourself that you’re able to catch and keep up with your classmates.” He replied. A finger wiping away at your tears.

“But when he loves me I feel like I'm floating”

“And you can never be a burden to me, I enjoy tutoring you. The demon brothers are always either with you or around you, so spending time alone with you is a rarity.” He admits, a smile forming from his mouth. “Just take it easy, MC. You will get the hang of it in the long run, you have more days here with us in the devildom. 

“I… Thanks, Barbatos. I needed that…” You answered, sobs coming to a stop. Barbatos leaves the room for a minute and comes back with the tea and other snacks. “Here, drink this. It will help with the nerves.” he says, offering the porcelain cup to me. The taste of Chamomile enters your tastebuds, anxiety calming down as you sip the hot beverage. 

“When I start to tumble from the sky, You remind me how to fly”

Days later, you are seen walking around RAD, seemingly looking for someone with a big grin on your face. “Hey, Solomon!” you shout, approaching the white haired sorcerer. “Oh, hey, MC. You look excited, what’s up?” He said, “I’m just looking for Barbatos, I wanna show him my finals!” you exclaimed in glee. 

“Oh?” a familiar voice reaches your ears, “Barbs!” you squealed as the butler approached. “How did your midterms go? From the looks of it, it went well?” he asked, standing next to Solomon. 

You happily showed the two men the papers, all scoring above 90. “Wow! Impressive, especially for someone who has just been exposed to all of this in six months, you’ve even beat the scores of the other demon brothers” Solomon praised, a smile on his lips. 

“It's all thanks to Barbatos who helped me study,” you replied, looking at said man who was currently holding your papers. “Well done, MC. I knew you would do it. I’m proud of you” He smiled, an aura of pride that could rival Lucifer’s surrounded him. 

As Solomon left you two, Barbatos approached you and placed his hand on your head, giving you a head pat. 

“Well done, my love.” he whispered, love falling out of his words, leaving your heart fluttering. 

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[that-aspiring-academic]

The Plan -

𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑠 -

Grade - 10

Current Core Class Averages - 88%/Biology 11, 81%/Mathematics 10C, 78%/FraL, 83%/English 10C, 88%/PE 10

Additional Class Averages - Proficient/PE 9, 96%/Peer Tutoring, ???/Careers

Study & Notes - Cornell Notes + Quizlets (Bio), Note Packets + Review + Workbook (Math), Assigned In-School Work (FraL)

𝐺𝑜𝑎𝑙𝑠 -

This term:

Secure an 80% average (this term)

Get 75% or above in mathematics (this term)

Score 78%+ on all finals (this term)

Next Term:

Secure an 86%+ average (next term)

85%+ on all finals (next term)

87% on Science Humaines Finals (next term)

Next Year:

90-95% average across all classes

92%+ on all finals

Second or third best subject must be a Mathematics

𝐽𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑦 -

Main Goals - Early Graduation and Scholarship to UBC or UofT (or an Ivy League if possible), RCM L8’s

Study Habits:

Cornell Notes in all applicable classes (Bio, Sci.Hum, Psych, etc)

Minimum 1.5 Hours a day dedicated to studying

Minimum 2 hours a day on weekends for studying/projects

Use External Resources & get those accommodations

Secure a Piano Teacher again

AFFIRM YOURSELF BABES (here)

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𝐴𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑒 -

Hi, I’m Alice (they/them)! I’m 15 & in my second year old High School (Grade 10). I’m using this blog to help motivate me to study and get my grades up, as well as improve on some of my hobbies (piano, taekwondo, Italian, etc.) as fast and as effectively as possible. I’m Canadian and in my provinces Gifted Program so my grades, classes, and schoolwork might seem odd.

My main Goals are simple; graduate a year early (grad 2026), get accepted into my dream uni’s with scholarships, get my RCM L8’s, and get my blackbelt in Taekwondo. I want to go into psychiatry, history, or mycology, though these can all be subject to change. I want to get all my required academics to give myself the broadest range of opportunities.

I have 2 main extra-curriculars I also will be keeping track of or posting via this blog; Robotics and peer-tutoring, of which I am in the business team (robotics) and general tutoring (pt).

The main things I will be posting are inspo, updates, blog entries around how I feel or what I am studying for certain subjects/teachers, journey updates, my piano work, playlists, and essays/schoolwork for review and archive purposes.

Any and all tips are welcome!! :]

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1964 Pt2 - Kyle Kyleson

"You wanted to see me Mrs. Colbert?"

"Yes. Have a seat, Ava. There seems to be a small problem with your advanced curriculum."

"I've been doing all the work...and getting A's. What's the issue?"

"You haven't put down your plan for completing your service hours."

"Oh...I haven't been able to find anything yet."

"Well it turns out that I have a fantastic opportunity for you. There's a student who is struggling with his science class. In fact he'll be expelled if he doesn't get his grades up."

"Oh I love science, I can help."

"That's what I was hoping you'd say. You can come in now."

The door opened and a fashion nighmare walked in. Ava cringed as the teen flopped into the other chair.

"I told you I don't need a tutor Mrs. C. It's just a few missing assignments, I'll turn them in next week."

"See that you do. If you can't get your grades up you will no longer be welcome at Copperdale Academy. Perhaps you'd have better luck at Myshuno Prep."

"Don't worry." Ava piped up. "We can meet after school. You'll be caught up in no time."

"I don't need a plumbing tutor!"

"What did the old hag want." Nancy was in one of her typical moods but they barely phased Ava anymore.

"She had a community Service opportunity for me."

"Right...I still can't believe you signed up for that stupid program."

"Not all of us can rely on daddy's bank account."

"So what's the assignment?"

"Tutoring!" Ava couldn't hide her excitement at the opportunity.

"Who?"

"Kyle Kyleson."

"Ew! The hoodie, beanie kid? He's like 10 levels of gross."

"Relax Nance, it's just tutoring. It's not like I'm gonna marry him."

"Ew! Don't even say that!"

By the end of the month Ava was nearly convinced Kyle was a lost cause...until one day... "Stop. What was that?"

"What?"

"I saw you. You mouthed 7 but wrote down 9." She frowned and scribbled something down "Solve this." He rolled his eyes and did as he was told. "And this?"

"Kyle...these are university level equations...you're like...a genius."

"Wow, thanks Einstein."

"I'm serious. What's your deal?"

"How bout this...My sister and I need a 4th for our bowling league this semester. You join, I'll tell you."

Ava rolled her eyes. "Fine."

"KYLE! You didn't tell me your girlfriend was so CUTE!!!" The woman went for a hug.

"Sorry, I don't do hugs."

"Oh..." The woman looked like Ava had smacked her, clearly not used to people denying her friendship.

"You must be Jennifer. And just to clarify...we're NOT dating."

Kyle had already settled in at a lane "Ava you're with me. Jen and her college buddy will practice down there. You know the rules?"

Ava rolled her eyes. "Throw ball, hit pins. Not that hard"

He smirked and pulled his ball off the rack wasting no time in showing off his skills.

The ball struck the pins with a satisfying clatter and Kyle whooped as all the pins fell and he did a little dance as he spun off the lane. "And that's how it's done."

"Give me a break, literally anyone could do that." She grabbed a ball and stepped confidently up to the lane.

"Ooooh not bad Mizrahi. Nice form!" Kyle cheered for her and his praise made her heart soar more than she cared to admit. She released the ball and watched with satisfaction as it rolled right into the gutter.

"Oh well...that's unfortunate."

"Plumbob. Give me another ball."

Kyle came up behind her. "It okay to admit you don't know something."

"I'm fine."

"Really? Cause from here that looked like a gutter ball."

"I don't need your help."

"And that sounds like a wall."

"Fine whatever, how would you throw it?"

"Hold it like this."

For the next hour Kyle showed Ava the proper techniques and explained the rules of the game. He would occasionally throw his own ball to demonstrate and laughed when she got another gutter ball but he always showed her what she did wrong. Until finally...

"I HIT ONE!!"

Ava leapt excitedly into Kyle's arms as the singular pin toppled over. Kyle grinned up at her, spinning her around. "I knew you could!" Looking down into his beautiful blue eyes, Ava felt like the world around them melted away.

"So can I join your team?"

"I'll think about it."

For a moment she thought he was going to kiss her and she wasn't quite sure how she felt about it. "I should probably walk you home now."

As promised Kyle explained his bad grades as they walked home. "I was doing this stuff in grade school. Why waste my time on classwork?"

Ava looked about to protest but he didn't let her speak. "Hey did you know that when a wet object touches a frozen object it creates a shared ice layer that causes stickiness? Watch!...Oh thit!"

Ava laughed, "Are you stuck? Here let me help"

"Na! Thtop!"

"Sorry what was that?"

Ava grinned mischieviously and took a step closer, her heart pounding as her shoes bumped his and she pressed her body against his. A shiver of excitement went through him as he felt her warm breath on his tongue and the 'shared ice layer' melted away.

"That's better."

Kyle turned to her in embarrassment his frozen tongue still hanging out of his mouth like a sad puppy. "Kyle Kyleson, you may be a genius but you're kind of an idiot." She pressed a warm kiss to his cheek. "I mean really. Who flunks out of 3 schools for being too lazy?"

"It was only 2, I haven't flunked out of Copperdale yet." She slipped her hand into his and he pulled her a little closer.

"I'll be real upset if you do...after all the work I put into you. So get your act together."

He tucked their hands into his hoodie pocket. "Only if you join our bowling team."

1965 Pt1 - Nightmares