#i um . may be avoiding my homework

[wabblebees]

never never never in my life gonna be able to beat the weirdo theatre nerd allegations. its midnight and for the last few hours ive been (voluntarily of my own free will At No-One's Behest) doing some character research for the show we're working on (which at a certain level is Absolutely Necessary!! but at *this* level is Absolutely Not. lmfao)(and so... ik for a fact if i mention this in rehearsal tomorrow im gonna get a whole lotta blank stares ((or TERRIFIED looks from the freshmen wondering if they should be doing this much work lmao))

but anyway so about 10 minutes ago i found a fucking essay (just 9 pages out of this philological collection from the 60s) that just the idea behind the Very Simple title made me so excited i had to stand up at my desk to start reading it and fully forgot to sit back down until i realized i wanted to start TAKING NOTES..... WHICH I GENERALLY HATE DOING WHILE READING........ BUT IM TOO EXCITED AND DONT WANNA FORGET ANY OF IT.................. SO IM TAKING FUCKING NOTES

but anyway beyond tHAT the thing that actually made me pause to start typing this post though is the fact that just now, four pages in, this essay finally put something into place that ive been puzzling over in my head since i very first read the play which... made me happystim so hard i almost knocked myself out of my fucking chair. hdkdgsjfkfhdgskdgwrdjfk.

so yeah. never beating the nerd allegations. lmao

[nerdie-faerie]

Me: okay maybe I should finally dig out my wall calendar as I'm having trouble keeping track of extended family's birthdays

Me, while redoing said calendar because it's messy: why are there so many birthdays in may and july? it's just considerate

[stop4death]

confessions

note: i'm not a good writer i apologize in advance. but i have challengers brain rot and can't stop thinking about it so i had to write this. thinking about writing fem!reader x tashi next (reader is lowkey in love with tashi as well in this one in my mind) lmk if u like this and maybe i will

pairing: stanford!art donaldson x fem!stanford!reader

summary: since you started at stanford, you’ve been avoiding your close high school friend, art, and you’re pretty sure he’s been avoiding you, too. when he shows up to the tennis courts while you’re playing with your roommate and asks to talk, some confessions are made.

warnings: nsfw 18+ (MDNI!), smut, sub!art donaldson, soft dom!reader, angst, fluff, grinding, hand job, praise, aftercare (reader loves art sm), art is pathetic (in a good way i love him), please lmk if i forgot anything

word count: 1.9k

posted: may 27th 2024

It’s been a little over a month since you started at Stanford. With the stress of all your classes, homework, club meetings, and private out-of-season training for tennis, it feels like you can never catch a break. To make things even worse, you’ve been actively avoiding your close high school friend, Art. You promised each other you’d stick together at school while your best friend, Tashi, and her boyfriend, Art’s best friend, Patrick, are touring. Now, you haven’t heard from him, and haven’t tried to reach out to him either. When your roommate found out you’re a tennis player, she asked if you’d be willing to teach her how to play. You happily agreed, so you’ve been going down to the courts and playing with her once a week. Today, your heart jumped out of your chest and you almost dropped your racket when you were teaching your roommate how to backhand and Art walked in, sitting down in the stands.

“You okay?” your roommate asks, concerned by your sudden change in demeanor. She looks back to where you were looking and sees Art, then turns back to you confused.

“Uh, yeah, I’m fine” you say unconvincingly, and serve the ball. She doesn’t press any further, so you continue with the lesson, trying to ignore the knot in your stomach.

You can’t help but keep glancing up at Art. He hasn’t taken his eyes off of you since he got there. Once you finish up her lesson, you say goodbye to your roommate and nervously walk up to the stands where Art is sitting.

“Hi.” you say softly, scratching at your palm anxiously.

“Hi. How have you been?” he asks, seemingly genuine.

“Um… I-I’ve been good. How about you?” you stutter, your heart racing.

“Can we talk?”

“Yeah, sure.” you sit down next to him, but he shakes his head.

“Privately?” he looks around at the few people who are on the tennis courts, including your roommate who’s still slowly packing up her bag and glancing up at you confoundedly.

The knot in your stomach twists even tighter, but you nod your head in agreement, standing up. You follow him out of the tennis courts and towards one of the dorm buildings. He unlocks a door on the first floor, gesturing for you to enter. As you walk into your friend’s dorm room for the first time, you look around. Your lips curve up slightly and you feel a warmth in your chest when you notice a photo of yourself with Art on a wall of photos of his friends and family. Your apprehensive look returns when you turn back towards the door as he shuts it behind him, standing awkwardly in the middle of his room. You’ve never been a fan of confrontation, but you should have prepared for it when you decided to completely ghost one of your best friends with no explanation.

“You can sit down, you know.” he says casually.

You glance between his desk and his bed, ultimately opting for the desk chair. You face the chair out away from the desk and sit down. He sits down on his bed, facing you.

“Nice room.” you say awkwardly, desperate to break the uncomfortable silence.

“Why did you stop talking to me?” he says plainly. You suddenly feel like you might vomit at any second. You would rather be six feet underground than in Art’s dorm room having this conversation right now.

“I didn’t mean to, I’ve just… been so busy with classes and clubs and training I guess I haven’t gotten the chance to text you.” you lie. And he sees right through it.

“Can you be serious… Why haven’t you talked to me since we got here?”

You take a deep breath, and look down at your hands. Trying to think of any other way you can stretch the truth and not have to tell him what you’re about to tell him, but your mind has gone blank. You look back up at him, realizing you have no choice but to be honest.

“Art I-” you try to find the words, your heart racing even faster. “I, um… back in high school, I had this… huge crush on you." Your cheeks flush with embarrassment as you stutter through the confession you've held onto for years, and you continue awkwardly, “And I knew you had a thing for Tashi, and it hurt because obviously who could ever compete with Tashi. She’s literally perfect. So over the summer, like a week before school started, Tashi and I were drunk and I decided to block your number. I thought maybe it would help me move on, start fresh, you know? I didn't want to keep being just friends and feeling, I don't know, awkward around you." You shift uncomfortably, the weight of your words heavy on your shoulders. "Honestly, I forgot I even did it until now. I thought maybe you were avoiding me, too, or… I don't know, I guess I just didn't think it through. I'm sorry, Art. If you don't hate me now, could we maybe try being friends again? I've moved past that crush, I promise. I won’t let it get in the way again.”

You try to make the last part sound as convincing as possible. You don’t think you’ll ever be over your crush on Art. He just sits there and listens as you talk. His expression is unreadable, and for a moment, you fear you've said too much. You look down again, fearing his response.

“Why didn’t you tell me before… that you had a crush on me?”

“Cause you liked Tashi. Like everyone else.”

“Tashi was always just a friend to me. I liked you.”

You look at him as if he must be lying, searching for any hint of irony in his tone or facial expression.

“I still do.” he says softly, and the knot in your stomach is replaced with butterflies.

You stand up from the chair, and Art looks at you with concern, thinking you’re about to walk out. You take a few steps forward and sit down next to him on his bed, your knees brushing together.

“I still like you, too.” you whisper and put a hand on his cheek. You slowly lean closer to him, and press your lips against his. His lips are soft and they taste of cigarettes and watermelon lime ChapStick, his favorite. You’ve dreamed about this taste for years. He places a hand on your thigh, deepening the kiss. You quickly move to straddle his lap. Your hands twist in his soft strawberry blond hair as you kiss him sloppily, as if you were trying to consume him. You feel his erection growing under you and grind your hips down against him, making him moan softly into the kiss. You tug at the hem of his shirt and he quickly removes it, tossing it carelessly across the room, then smashes his lips back against yours hungrily. His hand moves up your thigh to the waistband of your skirt.

“So impatient.” you say with a smirk, moving your head down to kiss his neck and taking his hand in yours, moving it away from your waistband. He whimpers at the feeling of you sucking and nibbling gently on his neck. You kiss up his neck and jawline then back to his lips quickly before pulling away. You move off his lap and sit further back on his bed, spreading your legs slightly and patting the space between them.

“Come sit here.”

He looks at you a bit confused, but he obeys. He sits between your legs on the bed, his back to you. You move your hands slowly over his arms and chest, kissing his neck from behind, bringing back the sweet sounds of his whimpering. He closes his eyes and leans his head back on your shoulder, giving you better access to his neck. He moans softly, reveling in the feeling of your lips and hands on him. You tease him, moving your hand slowly down his abdomen and stopping just before his waistband, then moving back up slowly. You do this a few times before he can’t take it anymore and his hips buck upwards, begging for your touch.

“Such a pretty boy… you want me to touch you?” you tease, speaking softly against his neck and driving him insane. He whimpers, nodding his head eagerly.

“Use your words.” you whisper in his ear. His hips buck up again, a needy whine escaping his lips.

“Please,” he gasps out, his voice soft and needy, “please touch me, I want you so bad.”

You smirk and move your hands to the waistband of his pants, tugging down gently. He wastes no time pulling his pants and boxers off in one quick movement.

“Good boy.” you say softly, sliding your hand down his abdomen. A strangled moan leaves his lips as you wrap your hand around his cock and start to stroke him. His hips jerk up, desperate for more friction.

“Fuck” he gasps out, his voice a husky whisper. You continue to stroke him slowly, your other hand wandering over his chest and abs, kissing his neck occasionally.

“Love hearing your moans… such a good boy for me.” you say softly in his ear. He can’t contain his whimpers as you continue.

“Feels… so good.” he chokes out through moans, leaning his head back on your shoulder again. He lets out a low moan as you kiss his neck again, panting heavily.

“Such a good boy.” you emphasize, playing with his hair with your other hand.

“Yes, I am… such a good boy for you.”

You can tell that he’s close to the edge.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?”

“Yes… yes.” he gasps, his eyes squeezed shut as he breathes heavily. You stroke faster now, and he lets out a loud moan as he finally lets go, cumming hard on your hand. He pants heavily as he leans back against you, trying to catch his breath. “Thank you.”

You move your hand up to your mouth, licking some of his cum off and swallowing it, then moving your hand to his mouth. He knows exactly what you’re asking of him. His breath hitches at the sight, and he leans forward to lick the rest of his cum off your hand. He swallows then closes his eyes and leans his head back against your shoulder.

“You did so good for me, angel. My good boy.” you wrap your arms around him, holding him close and rubbing his stomach as he recovers. He lets out a contented sigh as he leans back into you further, his body still trembling slightly. He puts his arms over yours, holding onto you tightly as he catches his breath. You let him lean on you for a few more minutes, still rubbing his stomach, before the two of you lay down, you still holding him from behind. He turns over to face you, his lips curling into a smile. You smile back at him and put a hand on his cheek, stroking it gently.

“I missed you so much. Please, don’t ever leave me again.”

His words are like a shot to the heart. You still feel like a horrible person for the way you hurt him, but one thing about Art is he could never hate you, no matter what you do. You pull him close, stroking his hair gently as you whisper, “I won’t. Ever. I promise.”

[sakumz]

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₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. [ i. shu x fem reader ]

a/n : um... I got a shit ton of editing and rewriting to do lmfao, like there's a few shots for bllk and there's still that pending mysta fic. ૮ ⚆ﻌ⚆ა

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" sleepover... at a friend's house? " shu asked once more, hoping what he heard wasn't true.

" yeah. mom said I could go. I'll be leaving tonight, " his sister, motoko answers. rendering the poor man speechless.

" your friend isn't kitahara, right? " he questions, his eyes twitching slightly with what the younger man could do to his sister.

" n-no! it's a girl. her sibling goes to your school anyway. ah! if you're sooo concern, you could come with me. her sibling did say I can invite you... " without a second thought, he said yes.

the walk to your house wasn't as quiet. shu was asking his sister all sorts of questions to what or who you are. his sister doesn't know your name but describing your features wasn't helping them as shu can't recall anyone with said features.

" welcome! oh you really brought your brother along. I thought big sis was joking around when she said that, " shu wanted to scream, upon hearing your sister's words. you are a girl? motoko didn't specify earlier, he only came thinking this "sibling" was a guy and could take advantage of the situation.

" why are you making the guests wait out in the cold? drag them in! " hearing your voice calling from the brightly lit room, snapped him out of his little world.

motoko, being the angel she was, grabbed her brother wrist and dragged him along with her to the house.

" you're not gonna run away now, are you? " motoko whispers as shu gulps and shook his head, assuring her lightly that he won't.

as they got comfortable with your house after a little tour by your younger sister. everyone is seated in the living room by the table. motoko and your sister decided to do some light homework as you and shu sat quietly facing each other. you're on the phone as shu tries to distract himself by studying a little but he can't.

" you can't seriously be studying right, pfft seems a little uncharacteristic. " hearing you directly speak to him, made him jump.

" ne, motoko. let's go to my room! let's study there instead. " motoko agreed with your sister and they quickly pack up and go. leaving you and him alone.

" they say it's not safe to leave a man and a woman alone, you know. " you pout seeing them go.

" I won't do anything, I swear! also, where are your parents? how come, you don't mind me tagging along moto to your place? " he finally asks.

" oh that, parents are out on some sort of wedding anniversary thing overseas. I didn't really expect you to come, hahaha. I gotta tell toru and the others this. " snapping a sudden picture of the man, left him flustered a bit. looking at his face you double take a photo of him. one with his flush faced in.

" I can't believe you. you even know toru, yet I barely remember you besides being the council secretary. you don't hang around sengoku and remi- "

" I can't stand both of them, acting all lovey dovey especially remi! she won't stop running her mouth about dates and love around me. she tells me I should find love but well... its hard so I avoid them, toru and the others are ok to a certain level. hori and miyamura may be together but they're tolerable same with the other pair. "

hearing your outburst, left the man to think for abit before opening his mouth. he shouldn't put up an act and fake his happy bubbly personality infront of you especially right now since he's been quiet at the start.

" it's late and we should sleep, you can take the couch or you can sleep in my bedroom, I'll just take my parents room for the night. "

" oh I'll take the couch just fine, thanks. " just like that the sleepover was over in a blink of an eye.

" hey toru, wanna hit the cafe after school? " shu suggests as his dear friend agrees and they're there, ordering their meals before looking for a seat.

" ne, y/n y/n! you got your eyes set on anyone yet? you seem pretty happy today. " remi starts as you cough and place your drink down.

sakura pats your back as you thank her in between your fit of coughs. the boys decide to settle in the table behind yours, staying quiet as to listen in on the conversation. being your gaming buddy, toru is indeed very curious about the sudden tea remi was stirring.

" was it the sleepover? " sakura questions as remi looks slightly offended dropping her cookie.

" you had a sleepover and you didn't invite me? " she pouts, making you frown.

" it wasn't like that. it was between my sister and her friend... she invited her brother, that's all. "

hearing your words, shu blushes from the embarrassment of what you said as toru stops eating to fully focus on the conversation. remi and sakura are stunned but it doesn't stop them from prying further.

" h-h-her brother was at your house so it was just three girls and a guy? did he do anything, was he harsh- " sakura was interrupted by remis own questions.

" who's the guy? do you know him? " shu can't help but stand from his seat. the sudden noise of the chair screeching, left everyone quiet to look at the source.

" iura? " you called as the girls tilt their heads in confusion.

" he... iura was at your house? " remi clarifies as toru look at his friend that got up to throw his trash.

" yeah but not only that he's here too. that means... toru is here too. " hearing his name he can't help but turn to wave at you, he's been caught red handed. shu stops to greet you before moving back to his seat at toru.

" back to the topic at hand, " sakura brought the two of you back as the boys were still quietly listening.

" I don't even want to talk about it anymore, " you put your head on the table as sakura comforts you by rubbing your back.

" it's fine but I am still very curious, you must have caught some sort of feeling at this point, right? everytime he barges into some sort of space you're in, there's a slight smile that crawls to your face. you don't talk to him much, but hearing others talk is kinda enough for you to figure out what type of person he is. " remi sips her drink after her little statement.

" well maybe I do like y/n-san! " shu confesses as he turn around to look at your side, making the girls shock as well as toru and you.

" dude you're too loud. " toru whispers as shu was quick to cover his face.

toru could see your slightly red face from his seat, he wanted to laugh at how cute your love story was blooming. the girls couldn't help but be stunned with the confession. it wasn't towards them but it was pretty bold and it felt like the words carried too much love to be shared.

" I'm done eating, iura... let's take this elsewhere, " you called for the green haired man as toru gave him the ok to go, he just hopes you're gonna be nice about it and not hit him like what he thinks hori would do because his loud confession got a few stares.

sakura and remi was bursting with excitement as they bid you farewell. you and him walked to a nearby bench before taking a seat.

" you... heard everything did you? " you question as he slightly pray you're not gonna hit him.

" I wasn't the only one who heard... but yes I did I'm sorry, " he looks the other way, trying to avoid all eye contact with you.

" I'm not mad, I won't hit either. um, it is true... maybe I was falling for you but can you say it again? "

" say what? "

" the confession, this time on my phone hehe. it was so adorable how you shouted I like y/n! hahaha. "

" don't remind me, besides a love confession should just be remembered... but whatever makes you happy. ahem, I love you y/n. please be my girlfriend and go out with me. "

" I love you too, shu. I'll gladly be your girlfriend. "

thats when a sweet love story blooms between you two, everyone was shock with the news of the two people they least expected to date was dating. but those don't matter as long as you were both happy.

[springseasonie]

i love ur writing so much like actually. can you please write virgin haechan x reader or jaehyun x virgin reader 😩 thank you!!

Study date (M)

Warnings: sexual content, college au, oral (male receiving), protected sex, subby/soft haechan, proofread but may contain errors (sorryyy)

Word count: 3,5k

A/N: you gave me too much freedom with the choices, but I just had to write about haechan for this one he's been on my mind a lot lately. Apologies for how long it took to post this

Haechan had never been so nervous in his life. It was first time alone with you in his room, and he really didn't know how to act. His palms were clammy, heart beating out his chest, and he hasn't been able to say one word to you without stuttering horribly. He's been trying hard to keep his cool, but everything was weighing on him more and more.

You didn't seem like you wanted anything else from him as far as he could tell. The both of you agreed to do homework together for the night and just hang out like normal, but you've been a little weird to him for a week. Haechan noticed your lingering gaze and touches. The little comments you made complimenting him or how you laughed a little too much at his stupid jokes. You were constantly touching him too, looping your arm with his, fixing his hair, even giving him hugs a lot more often.

And now that the 2 of you are alone, you finally seemed to calm down your unnecessary affection for the man, or so he thought.

You hadn't said much to him in the past hour, just small questions or whatever came to your mind as you mindlessly typed up an essay on your laptop. Haechan jumped a little startled when you spoke to him.

"Haechan?"

"Yeah, what's up," he answered a little too quickly in an attempt to seem normal.

"Do you think you can help me out with this?"

He nodded and gulped. He stood up walking to his bed nervously. You were laying on your stomach, feet kicking in the air as you looked up at him. Sometimes he felt like a bad friend for looking at you the way he did, thinking about you in the ways he did. But he really couldn't help it, especially not when you looked at him with your big pretty eyes in the most innocent way. Not when you wore that short skirt he can't keep his eyes off of. But what exactly is he supposed to do? It's not like he can just seduce you, especially since he's so inexperienced.

Heachan sat next to you, heart skipping a beat when you turned yourself onto your back. A sliver of skin from your stomach showed as your shirt rose up a bit. Haechan felt like such a weirdo with how much the tiny bit of skin was affecting him. Haechan has seen you with less clothes plenty of times at beaches and pools, but something about this felt so…new.

"What did you need help with," he asked, looking at you and the computer.

"Read it. I don't know if it's good," you asked, pointing to the paragraph you just wrote.

"Uh, okay. Sure." Haechan scanned over the words on the screen, not without sneaking a few glances at you of course. You were staring at him with the most content look, he couldn't tell what you were thinking at all. "Um, it seems good to me. I don't see anything wrong."

"I know," you giggled, "I just wanted a reason to talk to you. You’ve so cooped up in whatever you were doing over there, it was kind of boring over here all by myself."

Haechan didn't know how to respond, just gave you a small smile with a nod. He didn't notice the way you were looking at him as if you were going to eat the man right then and there - and that's what you fully intended to do.

"So what were you working on," you asked him, sitting up to rest on your elbows. Haechan looked down at you, then away almost immediately avoiding the intense eye contact you were giving him.

"Just something for my math class," he said.

"Oh yeah, your major is computer science right? Seems kinda hard."

"It's actually really simple…when you know what you're doing of course," he laughed softly. Haechan kept going on about his major, which is something he tended to do unintentionally. He didn't have many friends, besides you and a couple of other people on campus, because of this constant habit of nerding out when you bought up any one of his interests. But unlike most people, you never found it annoying. You always thought it was cute when he went into detail about it, whether it be video games or his major or even something you thought was stupid.

"You really do love computer science don't you," you chuckled, interrupting him mid sentence.

"Sorry, am I being annoying? I'll stop."

"Don't stop, I like hearing you talk."

Haechan couldn't help but clock the change in your tone. He glanced at you, gulping a bit when your eyes met. He really didn't know what to do or say at the moment, afraid that anything he did would make the atmosphere awkward. "Thank you," was all he could manage to say.

You sat up, now fully sitting on his bed. You scooted back a bit, face becoming closer to his to look at him in his eyes. Haechan was so obvious it almost made you laugh. You knew he had a thing for you no matter how much he tried to keep it to a minimum.

"Can we be honest for a second," you asked, closing your computer.

"Honest…about what?"

"I think you know, Haechan."

Haechan let out a deep breath looking down at his hands and then at your legs. You goddamn legs. They were always a weakness for him, it was kind of embarrassing. He felt like a Victorian man looking at an ankle every time he saw them.

"I like you, Haechan."

Your voice brought him back to the situation at hand, making him shoot his gaze to your face that was a little too close to his. He felt a lump in his throat, staying silent instead of talking. He knew he fucked up by not saying anything, but it's so hard when it's you.

"Do you like me too," you asked in a quiet voice, eyes never leaving his face.

After a moment, Haechan finally spoke, almost choking out the words. "I-I do like you." You smiled, resting your body weight in one arm. Your hand brushed his, almost making him shiver at the contact.

You wanted to take things slowly so badly, but you couldn't. Not with him looking so good and looking like he wanted to eat you the whole time. "Can I kiss you Haechan?"

Haechan wished he could've played it cool but he was a pretty expressive person when he didn't want to be. He let out a bit of nervous laughter, making you tilt your head in anticipation for his answer. "I..I don't even know what to say."

"Well it's a yes or no question," you said, making him smile a bit. "You have kissed someone right? Or is this gonna be your first kiss?"

"I have kissed someone before, don't worry."

"Good, because I've been thinking about this all day." Your face was already so close to his, so when you kissed him, it felt like tension was being relieved. His lips molded with yours, kissing you deeply, but softly. He felt your hand creep onto his chest, gripping the fabric pulling him closer to you. Haechan wanted to touch you too so badly, but he was so nervous at the moment.

Somehow you could feel his hesitation, so you wanted to reassure him even though it was boosting your ego a bit. "You can touch me. It's okay, don't be nervous."

"Are you trying to sleep with me," he asked abruptly, but it didn't pass you, just made you laugh a bit.

"Do you want the honest answer or the nice one?" You kissed him again softly, smiling to yourself.

"Honest.."

"Yes I am trying to sleep with you," you admitted. Your kisses moved from his lips to his jawline, kissing his skin gently. "Do you not want to sleep with me?"

Haechan gulped. He didn't know what he wanted to do, but he didn't know that he never told you about his lack of experience despite being friends with you for a long time. He knew how experienced you were, you were never shy about it. You hooked up with people often, but that stuff was never really for him. He’s had girlfriends and connections with people in the past, but they always lost interest when they found out he never had any experience.

"Y/N, I have something to tell you," he said, looking down at his lap. "I'm..still a virgin."

You weren't as surprised as you thought you should've been. He seemed like he lacked the experience from the moment you put your hands on him. But you didn't mind it at all. "That's okay," you said, tone sweet and comforting. "We don't have to sleep together or anything-"

"I do," he interrupted. "I want to…but I'm not very experienced so I don't want to disappoint you or anything."

Your gaze softened, hands reaching up to cup his face softly. "Listen, don't feel pressured. I don't mind not doing anything, I'm serious."

"I don't feel pressured," he said, shaking his head. "I just really like you, and you're a good friend that I feel comfortable and safe with. I just don't want us to be awkward, you know."

Heachan was sweet. Probably the sweetest guy friend you've ever had. His intentions and feelings were always true and pure, and it made you happy that he felt safe with you. If he really would let you be his first time, you might burst from happiness.

"It won't be awkward, okay? I'll take the lead. You sit back and let me do what I do best." And with that, your lips connected with his again, kissing him. You could still taste the red bull he was drinking on his tongue. You moved your laptop next to you, scooting in front of him all without pulling away. Haechan carefully put his hands on your waist, thumbs subtly falling under the waistline of your skirt.

You pulled away from his lips, face in the crook of his neck kissing his skin. "Has anyone ever given you a blowjob before," you mumbled on his skin. You rubbed your hand up his thigh, squeezing his erection through his pants.

"U-uh, no." Haechan was visibly shaken but also excited. There was no point in him trying to hide his nerves anymore. He just had to let you take the lead.

"Well, there's a first for everything right?" You hooked your fingers on the waist of his basketball shorts and boxers, looking at him before making anymore moves. "Can I?"

Haechan's mouth went dry feeling your hands on him, mind reeling at the thought of you sucking him off. He nodded his head, lifting his hips as you tugged his clothes off his body. You tossed his clothes on the floor next to his bed. Haechan noticed your eyes go a bit wide as you eyed his lap making him feel a bit nervous. "I-is there something wrong?"

"No," you rush, still staring. "Not at all. You're just…big." You wrapped your hand around his shaft, stroking him slowly, easing him into your touch. You watched him as he stared at your hand, brows furrowing as he bit his lip. You stuck your tongue out, letting a ball of spit fall on his tip. Swiping your thumb over his sensitive tip, Haechan let out a shuddering sigh.

He looked up, watching you bend over his lap, face in front of his hard cock. Your eyes never left him as you kissed up his shaft to his tip. Haechan didn't know what to do with his hands, so he laid them flat on his blanket. You kissed his tips softly, licking the slit softly. You stuck your tongue out, dropping your jaw as you took him in your mouth all the way until his tip hit the back of your throat.

Haechan could probably die happily right now. The way your cheeks hollowed as you sucked him and bobbed your head slowly made his mind go blank, the only thing on his brain was the feeling of himself being inside your mouth. You lifted your mouth off of him, adjusting yourself into a more comfortable position. Haechan's breath hitched a bit watching you arch your back. He couldn't see but he could tell your skirt was starting to ride up.

"You okay up there?"

He looked back down at you, nodding his head fast. "I'm fine.."

You snickered, licking the precum off his tip. "You're so cute." You sucked his tip, making the man squirm above you.

"Shit," he moaned softly.

Haechan closed his eyes, letting his head fall against his headboard as you continued to suck him off. For this being his first time, he didn't really know what to expect or what it would feel like, but he does know that this is a thousand times better than using his hand. The way you bobbed your head or took all that you could of him was such a turn on. He didn't know, but you were as eager as he was. Giving him head, forcing those pretty moans and whines from his lips were making you wetter and wetter.

Haechan opened his eyes as looked at you after some time, and he was glad he did. The scene in front of him was messy, hot, all over the place. Spit falling freely from your lips, your eyes watery, starting to affect the mascara on your lashes. He was so close just by looking at you.

You watched him through your lashes, his breathing starting to quicken and brows knitting. You pulled off of him, taking a deep breath when you were finally able to breathe properly. "You can't cum, not yet."

You pulled your shirt over your head, taking it off quickly. You shuffled yourself off the bed pulling your skirt off to reveal your completely soaked lace underwear.

Haechan couldn't take his eyes off the glistening mess between your legs, watching you pull them off your body. You reached in your bra taking out a condom.

"You already had one," he asked, pretty doe eyes looking up at you.

"Mhm." You opened the plastic, pulling it out. "I bring one with me everywhere I go," you say, sliding it onto his hardened length. "You're so hot, you know that?"

Haechan's face goes red, not knowing how to respond to your compliment. How was he so cute even when he sat there with his dick out? "We should probably move your laptop," he said, reaching over to grab it.

"No. Leave it." You pushed his shoulders back onto the headboard softly, making him look at you with a surprised expression. You climbed on top of him, knees straddling him as you unclipped your bra. Haechan had no idea where to look now that you were fully naked on top of him. Your tits were in his face, you were staring at him like you were going to eat him - far too much was running through his mind.

"Are you nervous," you asked softly, jolting him out of his thoughts.

"A little."

You giggled softly, licking your lips as you tilted his head up, kissing him deeply. "If at any point you wanna stop, just tell me." Haechan nodded, breathing a bit frayed from how you positioned his tip at your entrance. You sink yourself onto him slowly, one hand on his shoulder and the other on the base of his length. Haechan's hands naturally grabbed onto your hips, holding them softly.

"Fuck, you're big Haechanie," you moaned softly as he bottomed out in you. You looked down as you started to move watching him go in and out of you. You thought of this moment far too many to count. His hands on your body, lips on your skin.

"Fuck," he sighed, face in the crook of your neck. "T-this feels so good."

"Yeah?"

Haechan nodded moaning softly. His hands moved slowly from your hips down your thighs, squeezing them softly. You took his jaw in your hands gently moving him from the crook of your neck. You leaned down, kissing him with much more passion now. Haechan was completely weak to your touch, desperately kissing you as you started to grind on him faster. Weak whines and whimpers fell onto your tongue as you pressed your body against his.

The soft fabric of his shirt separated his chest from yours, making you sigh onto his lips. "Take this off."

Haechan did as you said, clumsily lifting the shirt over his head and off his body. You let out a soft laugh watching him struggle to get the shirt off his arm, shaking it till it fell on the floor. And just like that, Haechan's lips attached to yours again, arm wrapping around the small of your back as you grinded on top of him. Your moans were like music to his ears, every sense was heightened at the moment.

You pulled away from him slowly, looking down at him with lust filled eyes. "Haechanie,"you moaned softly. "I thought about this so many times." You took one of his hands, placing it on your breast. Haechan looked up at you as if he could melt right there. "Please..just touch me."

"Y/N.." His voice was shaky with pleasure, and it was the cutest thing you ever heard. At this point, he was certain he would cum soon if you kept talking to him like that. The way you moved on top of, the way you squeezed around him almost as if you were made for each other - he's so happy he didn't chicken out of this. "Fuck, I don't know if I can last much longer.."

"It's okay," you nod, completely lost in ecstasy. "Just keep touching me."

Heachan leaned into your chest, licking your nipple softly, looking up at you through his lashes. His hand fondled your chest, squeezing and flicking his tongue over the stiff bud. "Is this okay?"

"Perfect." You were beginning to speed up, feeling your orgasm slowly approaching. At this moment, Haechan let out a soft whine, brows knitting. "I'm so close," you breathed.

"Me..me too." Haechan kissed your breath one more time before sliding his arms back around your back, pulling your body closer to his. You slipped your arms around his neck, hand tangling through his hair. Haechan kissed you eagerly, grunting loudly when he felt you flutter around him. "Shit Y/N I'm gonna cum."

"Cum with me Haechanie." You rest your forehead on his, moans falling from both of your lips. The fire in your stomach exploded almost immediately when you came around him, legs shaking when you squeezed tighter around him. Haechan was so sensitive, never feeling anything like this before, so when you squeezed around him, he came instantly, filling the rubber around his length. The loud gasp and moans from the both of you filled the room, sounds almost a bit pornographic to your ears.

The both of you stayed where you were, catching your breaths still against each other's bodies. Your chest was leaning into his body. Just when you were about to lift yourself off of him, he hugged your body tighter.

"You're the only person I wanted this to happen with," he mumbled.

You smiled, kissing his forehead. "I'm glad you let me."

Haechan sighed, licking his lips before speaking. "I'm sorry if it wasn't what you were hoping for."

You lifted your body, looking down at him with confusion. "What do you mean?"

"You probably wanted me to fuck the daylights out of you or something," he chuckled softly. "I'm sorry you had to do all the work."

"Haechanie.." The nickname turned him into a puppy, his brown eyes now staring up at you attentively. "I don't care that I had to do all the work. I had a good time, and I hope you did too considering it was your first time."

Haechan kissed you, but instead of it being lustful, it was sweet. "I really do like you."

"And I like you too." You went into this wanting to just have a physical relationship with him, but it was becoming increasingly clear that you wanted something more, just like him. "I think we should go on a date."

"W-what?" Haechan was completely flustered, cheeks going red almost instantly. "A date? With me?"

You nodded, moving your hands from around his neck. You took his hands that were on you back and placed them on your waist. "Yeah. Tonight or tomorrow, I don't really care. Unless you don't like me that much," you teased.

"No! I'd love to go on a date with you," he answered quickly. "Tomorrow is good."

You gave him a small smile, pecking his lips softly. You lifted your body off of him slowly, sighing when you could no longer feel the pressure between your legs. "Come shower with me?"

"Y-yeah." Haechan stood up, stumbling on his own feet making you laugh.

This day wasn't something he had in his bingo card for the year, but he's glad it happened, especially with you. Hopefully, you wouldn't go home soon because he honestly wanted it again.

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Wally x Frustrated!Artist Reader

(Platonic or Romantic)

Summary:

Reader has had a frustrating day with people saying mean things about their art. Wally proceeds to comfort them. Context: Reader may enter and exit Welcome Home, the show, at their own free will. There will be another oneshot to explain this for the future. Trigger Warnings?: Some angst(??), unsolicited criticism, sad reader :(

You just about had it. You didn't know whether you wanted to cry or yell, but it was tempting to do either. You held your sketchbook tight to your body, walking away from the scene to avoid any possible outburst you would have had if you'd stayed any longer.

You remembered how it all started. You had just finished a drawing you made, colouring, shading, and all. It was beautiful to stare at. You couldn't even believe you made it. Of course there might have been a few mistakes here and there, but it was still so gorgeous to you.

You were at the library with some buddies, so it was expected one of them would have taken notice of your attention's sudden ensnarement caused by the paper in front of you. They looked over and poked your shoulder.

You focused your attention back to them and gave a quiet hum, tilting your head in the process.

"What're you doing?" They asked, peering over at the paper.

"Oh! I just finished a drawing! I guess I just couldn't keep my eyes off it, huh?" You responded, placing your hand on your neck and rubbing it with some embarrassment. They gave a light chuckle and stared back at the drawing, before looking to you and smiling.

"It looks great!"

You perked up and felt your heart flutter. "Really?" You were sincerely glad to hear this, knowing how much you've been struggling to gain confidence in your art. They nodded and continued staring. "I was thinking of posting it online! I really like the way I did the lineart and colours on this! It's the first time I felt this proud of anything I've made, really!"

"Yeah, totally! I mean, I don't think a lot of people will really give it a like, but it's still really good!"

Your smile faltered if only for a second. "Uh, yeah?" Now what the hell did that mean?

"I mean, it's good. It's just that I don't think the algorithm will make it as popular as you think."

You felt your cheeks flush, a deep pit forming in your stomach. You felt as if you made a big mistake. "Um... Yeah. I guess."

They noticed your newly formed grimace and hummed. "Again, it's not bad. I don't get why you look so devastated."

You felt taken aback by their comment and scoffed. "Well, I know what you mean by the algorithm and all, but you don't think it's just a tad messed up to say something like that- like-- out of no where?"

"Not really. I mean, I said it's good. I'm not going to say it's a masterpiece or whatever if that's what you're asking me to do. There's still some mistakes like how the lighting is going off from different directions and stuff."

"Wow, um, okay. I didn't ask you to do a single thing, but alright."

"I just don't get why you're so upset. I told you it's good."

You nodded and got up from your seat, pushing the chair in behind you and grabbing your belongings. "Sorry, you're right. I'm just gonna go home now."

"Uh, alright."

That's when you left. You really didn't want to apologize, but you sure as hell knew that if you stayed and argued, they would have probably said some more upsetting things. They would have gotten frustrated with you, and that would have made you feel guilty. You knew you weren't the wrong one in this kerfuffle, but you still felt the heaviness of the words they had told you.

When you got home, you immediately walked into your room with the same deep weight in your heart. You couldn't stop thinking of their words. To hear the validation only to be hit with a backhanded comment like that felt like if someone just handed you a two question based homework assignment with sub-questions.

You lifted the drawing from your chest and stared at it, looking at the inconsistent lighting, your eyes darting back and forth from the once excellent linework to the botched details of the small things like colouring outside the lines.

Maybe you shouldn't post this.

You gave a heavy sigh and felt your face droop.

You sat on your bed and stared at the ground, pondering for a moment before a loud ring began to encroach on your hearing. You shot your eyes to the red telephone on your desk. You almost forgot. You grabbed your sketchbook and picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

You closed your eyes right before the bright, flashing colours could hinder your vision, opening them only a second later to find yourself at Home. In Home, to be more exact.

You sighed in relief, seeing a figure run up to you excitedly.

"Hello, neighbour!"

It was Wally. You almost forgot about your deal. You promised to visit him every day at a specific time, or at the least check up with him, in exchange for the promise that he would not leave Home. (This was out of fear of what they would do to him if someone figured out he was a sentient muppet.)

"Hi, Wally," you greeted back, walking up to him with less energy than usual.

"I was worried when you didn't call right on time. I waited, but after ten more minutes, I thought I should call you myself. I hope that's okay?" He sounded so full of guilt. You couldn't help but give him a soft smile.

He was always trying his best to make sure you weren't upset with him. Part of you felt like maybe it was because you were the only person he had contact with in the real world and would be afraid of driving you away, but another part of you felt like maybe it was just second nature to him. He was one of the most genuinely caring personalities you've met.

"Aw, Wally. Of course it's okay. I find it sweet, honestly. I'm sorry for not calling sooner. I sort of um..." You stared at your sketchbook and faltered. "I was caught up in some business."

You switched your focus to him and chuckled. "It won't happen again. I promise."

"Im glad to hear that, neighbour!" Wally's gaze was fixated on you intently. An uncomfortable silence weaving its way into a brightly colourful world full of friendy critters and muppets seemed impossible, really, but here you were, waiting patiently for the solace of any action or word to appear, only to find nothing in return.

It felt like the world was paused, with you and Wally being the only inhabitants with the ability to wander as you pleased.

"So what's happ-"

"Are you okay?" Wally interrupted, his unending smile still resting on his face.

You found this question odd at first. Were you being that obvious?

"Um.. Honestly?- I'm not as happy as I should be right now. Sorry if it was noticeable."

"Don't apologize, dear! It's only natural to feel upset! Did something happen?" Wally made his way to your side, placing a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to show you that he was here for you.

You exhaled with a smile. He was really considerate. You only knew him for about three weeks now, and he was still so kind to you.

"Well, it's a bit of a long story."

"I have all the time in Home!"

You chuckled and nodded, setting yourself down on the nearby grass with ease. "Alright, well.." You placed your sketchbook down next to you as Wally copied your action, sitting across from you with an engaged gaze. "I was really happy about something I made today, and I thought I did a great job."

Wally nodded as you spoke.

"I'm not usually ever happy with stuff I do, so this was really exciting for me," you continued, staring down at your sketchbook and lifting it up to meet your vision. "One of the people I knew came up to me and told me that it was good, so I was obviously excited, but then they said something that kind of hurt, and when they noticed that what they said hurt, they just kept saying more mean things."

You stared at the drawing and sighed. You looked back at Wally and gave him a sort of displeasured look. "I left, and now I can't stop thinking about what they said, so now I'm just lost on whether or not I was right to feel as happy as I did the first time I saw my fully made work."

Wally nodded and tilted his head, redirecting his concentration to the drawing pad you held. "Did you draw something?" He inquired with a softer tone. You nodded in response.

He hummed and looked back at you. "Would it be okay if I took a look?"

You hesitated for the smallest moment before nodding. You shouldn't have to give it a second thought. Wally was an artist like you, so maybe he would understand a bit more. He reached out, gently grabbing onto the book and staring at the recent page you used.

"...No critiques please," you mumbled, feeling embarrassed that you even had to ask that. Wally's pupils seemed to be moving fast. You tried reading his expression, worrying a little bit when you realized how hard that actually was.

"It's.. It's so beautiful."

You exhaled with a big smile. "Really?" You tried not to get your hopes up this time, so you dialed your excitement back down a bit.

Wally kept staring at the drawing, his eyes never seemed to stop moving. It was as if he was trying to memorize it for himself in the future.

"Of course it is! This colour.. This design! It's wondeful! I'm really astonished, dear! I don't understand how anyone could ever say such crude things about this!" He sat up straight, looking at you with a wider smile than before, his pupils larger than ever. "Why, I'm so proud to have such a creative and talented neighbour like you! I really have no words! I'd frame this if possible!"

Overwhelmed with joy, you began to giggle and tear up. This was a lot for you. Wally really seemed to love it, and it was more than enough to fill the pit in your stomach with butteflies. You felt like your heart would have fluttered out of your mouth if he continued any longer.

He said he was proud to have you as a neighbour.

It could almost make you cry, and without realizing, you did.

Wally jumped at this reaction and set the drawing down. "I'm sorry! Did I say something wrong?" He scooted closer to you, feeling very concerned about his words. As he was getting closer, you pushed your body forward and wrapped him a tight hug. He let out a noise of surprise before going limp in your arms.

"Sorry, you did nothing wrong, I'm just so happy!" You held onto him tight. Wally chuckled and nuzzled his head on your shoulder.

"I'm happy you're happy, neighbour!"

You let go after half a minute and wiped your tears away. Wally regained his motion again, grabbing the sketchbook and handing it to you.

"We should definitely draw together sometime, dear! You're very talented! If there's one thing I would want to tell you, it's that you should never doubt your skills, especially if you're proud of what you've made! I'm sorry someone said something terrible to you. You shouldn't pay any attention to them," he rambled, planting a hand on your leg as you took the drawing pad back.

"Don't worry too much about that, I feel much better now that you've helped me," you replied, fiddling with the pages of your book. "You always know what to say."

He nodded and stared deep into your eyes, the world going silent once again as you began to notice this eye contact. "I love to see you smile."

Your face flushed. "I.. Um, thanks! I love your smile too!" He continued staring and sighed, his eyelids beginning to droop ever-so-slightly. You felt yourself become at ease. Normally, you'd feel uncomfortable with staring at someone for too long, but he was hard to look away from. You oddly felt tired.

You cleared your throat. "So about that collaboration," you blurted.

"Oh, yes! What time would you like to draw?" Wally asked, perking up and smiling greatly.

"We could now, if you want." You simpered at his mannerisms. He acted like an excited puppy. His pupils dilated as you finished your sentence.

"Nothing would make me happier!"

"Then let's get goin'!"

You both got up from the grassy spot and headed towards his home with more bounce in your step than ever.

"I love you, neighbour!" Wally exclaimed.

"I love you too, Wally."

End.

Notes: There may be some minor spelling mistakes here and there, so feel free to correct me on that stuff. This is my first time posting a fic on Tumblr, so sorry if the format is weird.

This story is kinda based on something that actually happened to me (besides the wally part lol, that would have been cool). I decided, why not share with other people who experienced similar things?

Asks and requests are open, so feel free to stop by my account and leave a request!

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Hi! I love your Trope or Treat idea! May I please request a story with a Warhead OR an M&M (I love angst and friends to lovers, so whatever you feel like writing at the time) with a Butterfinger and Eddie Munson? Please and thank you 😊🍬🍭🎃

Unrequited love/Shy!Reader/Eddie Munson (also requested by @randomreader1999)

Warnings: angst, rejection

WC: 500

Divider credit to @saradika

He’s staring again.

You can see him across the cafeteria, nibbling on a pretzel while his eyes remain laser-focused on you. He’s been like this for the past week, ever since Mr. Ames assigned the two of you to be lab partners. Taking a deep sigh, you turn to Barb and Nancy.

“Can one of you tell him to stop?”

Barb offers a sarcastic chuckle, shaking her head. “Just…tell him you’re not interested.” She’s trying to be helpful, giving a straightforward and tactful answer, but you know it isn’t that simple.

“Ames told me that this is the first time he’s ever had Eddie show up to class more than two days in a row,” you point out. “And he said it’s, and I quote, ‘not a coincidence’ that it’s when he partnered us up.”

Nancy takes a brief glance in Eddie’s direction before looking back at you. “He’s really not a bad guy,” she reasons. “I interviewed him and his band for the paper once, and he was pretty nice. Intense, for sure, but sweet.”

“And therein lies the problem,” you counter, “I don’t do ‘intense.’ I don’t make tabletop cafeteria speeches, or confront Jason Carver at every turn, or tell teachers to ‘kiss my ass’ when they ask me to turn in my homework.” Your personality couldn’t be further from that if you tried.

“Incoming,” Barb mutters under her breath. 

Before you can scramble from your seat, you feel two fingers tap your shoulder. 

“Hey, partner,” Eddie says, giving a tight, awkward wave. “Did you, uh, wanna study tonight?”

Your brows furrow in confusion. “We don’t have a test.”

“Oh, right.” His cheeks tinge pink with embarrassment. “Would you wanna just grab some pizza? Or we can go get burgers at Benny’s?”

His little hopeful smile tugs at your heart. You almost say yes, desperate to avoid further conversation, but then you consider the prospect of him standing on a table at the diner. And what if you ended up in a relationship with him? Would he pull you up on stage at one of his shows? Kiss you in front of your locker where anyone could see your outright public display of affection? 

“Um, I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” You can’t even make eye contact with him, keeping your gaze trained on the ground. When you still see his scuffed Reeboks next to your chair, you indulge him with an explanation. “We’re really different, y’know? I don’t know if it’ll work.”

“Opposites attract, right?” he tries, biting his lip when you still don’t agree. “O-Okay. Sorry to bother you, or whatever.”

Your voice is barely audible, just a tiny squeak, when you ask, “I’ll see you in chem later?”

“Nah,” he shakes his head with a terse laugh, “not really feeling it today.”

You, Barb, and Nancy watch as he walks back to the Hellfire table, utterly defeated.

“Well,” Nancy says with a shrug, “you sure made him quiet that time.”

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An Apology and a Blessing (Reese Wilkerson X Male!Reader)

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Summary: The next few weeks after the disaster dinner with Reese’s family, you and your boyfriend avoid his mom like the plague. You usually get out of sight before she can say anything to you, but one day she finally catches up.

A/N: this is a part 2 to his boyfriend so read that first if you havent yet. Tbh this was a lil hard to write bc lois doesnt really apologize often so i didnt know how to go about writing it lol

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It had been a couple weeks since the awkward dinner at Reese’s house, and you and your boyfriend have been doing your best to avoid his mom. Reese went from disappointed in Lois’ reaction to the news of you dating, to pissed and irritated. You didn’t want to cause even more of a rift between the two, so you just decided to keep your distance from his mom. 

It’s not like Lois didn’t try to talk to you or Reese. After the first week, she’d try getting Reese’s attention in the morning, but he’d always say he had to get to school before running out the door. That’s how Lois knew she had messed up, because her son would rather go to school than hear her out.

And at dinner, when he wasn’t over at your house, he’d ice her out. Hal told Lois to just give it some time, and he’d come around, but Lois decided that enough time had passed.

“Reese!” 

The boy threw his magazine on the bed and got up. “Damn.” He sighed. You looked up at him from his desk, where you were doing homework. “Come on, let’s go.”

“Seriously?” You groaned but still closed your textbook and shoved everything into your backpack.

“Reese!” Lois’ voice was closer, making Reese quickly open the bedroom window. He gestured for you to go out first, but you froze when you got halfway through. “Not so fast.”

“Crap,” Reese muttered. The three of you were very still, all hesitant to make a move.

Lois sighed, dropping her purse onto the floor. “Sit down.” She sat on Malcolm and Dewey’s bed, waiting for you to do the same. You and Reese looked at each other, silently debating what to do. “I said, sit down!” You and Reese quickly scrambled to sit on his bed, facing his mom. She sighed. “Sorry for shouting, I just…”

The silence quickly grew awkward. You and Lois hadn’t really seen each other since she ran out during dinner, after Reese had revealed that you were dating. Meanwhile, Reese left whatever room he was in as soon as Lois was nearby. Even though he didn’t need or want her approval about anything, it still upset him that she just stormed out.

“I’m sorry.” It sounded like the words were building up inside of Lois but couldn’t find their way out until now.

Reese looked stunned, leaning forward with raised brows. “...what?”

“I said I’m sorry.”

“...what?”

“Oh my god, Reese, I’m apologizing,” Lois said, trying not to show her frustration with her son’s responses. “To both of you, for how I reacted about you two... Well, you know.”

“But you never apologize.”

“I apologize when I’m wrong.” Lois seemed uncomfortable, like she wasn’t used to this. Probably because she wasn’t. “And that night, your father made me realize I may have overreacted a bit to your guys’ news. So I wanted to apologize to you both and let you know that I’m okay with you dating.” Even though she sounded stilted, you felt she was being genuine.

You and Reese looked at each other, a bit shocked by Lois’ apology. “Okay.” You were glad that Reese was doing the talking for the both of you because, if you were being honest, you were a bit scared to talk to Lois. Even before the dinner fiasco, because one of the things Reese would always complain about was his mother and her behavior. “Cool. Um, I’m gonna go make a sandwich.”

Reese stood abruptly, quickly walking out of the room. You were a bit pissed that your boyfriend just left you with his mom, so you got up as well.

“I’m gonna go… Uhh, yeah.” You were almost out the door when Lois got up and called your name.

“Y/n?” You looked back, seeing her slowly approach you. “I just, um, I just wanted to say that I’m… glad, that Reese has you.”

“Oh.” You weren’t expecting that from her, but it was very sweet of her to say. “Thank you, Mrs. Wilkerson.”

“I was wondering if you’d want to stay over for dinner sometime? Think of it as a do-over.”

“I’d like that a lot.” You smiled. 

After that, Lois let you go to the kitchen while she went to her room. You found your boyfriend making a sandwich like he said he would.

Reese glanced up at you before slicing the sandwich in half. “What did she say to you?”

“Your mom was actually pretty nice.” You answered, accepting one of the sandwich halves he handed you. “She actually invited me to dinner. To make up for last time.”

“She’s up to something.” Reese decided, taking a bite of his food. “But as long as she’s being nice to you, I guess it’s okay.”

“Aw, how sweet.” You laughed, giving him a kiss before going back to your food.

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Reese Wilkerson Taglist: @hollymaybank @theogirlovermattheogirl

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🐟 TWST SONA INFO 🐟

Did I rush this a lil cause i was struggling to focus? maybe- BUT HERE IS NEW TUNA REF! (no major changes but a few minor lore tweaks, I just felt a new one would be nice to do ^v^)

BASIC INFO

TAG : #twst tuna

Name : Tuna Class : 3-A (Student no. 28) Birthday : September 8th Age: 18 Height : 160 cm Dominant Hand : right Best Subject : PE Hobby : art Dislikes : Being told what to do! Favorite Food: Potato dishes and Cheesecake! Least Favorite Food : Eggplant! Talents : Fast Learner

Quick Summary: Curious and a constant day dreamer at heart. Despite their quietness, Tuna is happy to jump in to help, especially so if the it seems like something interesting. Often off doing their own thing, they aren't fond of crowds and try hard to avoid group speaking. However they'd speak up or take leadership if truly necessary.

APPEARANCE

Hair is natural gray with blue dyed tips, styled short in length. Overall body type is rectangular and flat, they have a slightly lean build with strong thighs and forearms. Kinda short, but height isn't anything they care for on themselves. Prescription glasses that only come off if Tuna is exercising or have lost them LOL. Has a few piercings; belly button piercing, dimple piercings, 0g Gauges, helix on right ear, and extra lobe piercing above gauges. Overall Fashion tends to be comfy/ baggy clothes with no design on them OR color coded outfits. Has an interest in big/ chunky shoes and mary janes.

PERSONALITY + BACKGROUND

Tuna is originally a non-magical human from the Shaftlands. Unfortunately curiosity got the best of them and while watching a big magic fight they got caught in the middle of things. This ended in them getting cursed! What's the curse? They turn into a catfish if strong magic is used near or at them. (Did they turn into one while overblots were happening? yes. Were they confused? absolutely) On the bright side for some reason they can use a magic now!

With the new discovery of magic their family sent Tuna off to NRC to hopefully let them learn how to make the most of things! They end up in Octavinelle dorm. Sexuality and identity wise, Tuna is asexual and nonbinary, they/them are preferred pronouns!

Personality wise Tuna is often seen aloof, but don't let that scare you off! They actually just are really bad at talking and opt to listen rather than talk. This also leads to them having few close friends and tending to go off and do things on their own. They can be a bit stubborn, but are easy to coax into doing things if you have the right reasoning or reward for them.

Academically, they've got good grades. However harder subjects like math tend to drop as they refuse to do work outside of class. If they can't finish the homework in class they're doing it at lunch or in between classes to avoid doing it during their free time.

In their free time Tuna likes to go adventuring, seeing animals in nature, hopping around trails, or just wandering the school grounds accompanied by their fav tunes. At night though they like to practice tumbling and flips. Outside of these they do art or listen to music.

ABILITIES

UM- Curiosity Killed the Cat! "I simply can't help myself! It's a matter of need, a matter of greed! Fulfil my Curiosity! Curiosity killed the cat!" -This unique magic allows Tuna to cast a veil over themselves and others within their touch to become undetectable! -It provides a stealth buff and hearing buff, allowing the users sounds to be muted and for other surrounding people to be easier to hone in and listen to. -This spell is hefty and excessive use (from using for too long or just too often) can cause major blot and other side effects. -side effects include: other senses become slightly weaker, ears may ring or be sensitive to loud noises, phantom noises/ lingering noises -Strong magic users with high spatial awareness may be able to see through this UM if they happen to look directly at the caster. Fishy Beginnings - Insight into just how Tuna received their curse and how they figured out the details into how to activate the curse as well as their own unique magic!

Fast Learner- They're quick to adapt and learn new things. A sort of jack of all trades, but never really excelling above and beyond in anything.

Strength + Flexiblity + Tolerance- Not super strong, but not exactly weak. They can get to a stand-off with Floyd (as long as he isn't out for blood) and lift most their classmates.

Extremely flexible and double jointed. They also have a high pain tolerance and tend not to realize when they get injured or are sick.

RELATIONSHIPS

Full Relationship & character Sprite chart -> here!

Notable relationships! :

Rook & Tuna: They sometimes share the same brain cell. They are classmates and Rook is one of Tunas fav people. Tuna loves hearing Rooks rambles and follows him around sometimes when he is stalking looking out for other students. Tuna is very curious and Rooks habits only fuels their curiosity.

Kalim & Tuna: Best friends. Their hyper happy go lucky natures bounce off of each other to create the ultra sunshine pair. This duo can be very irresponsible and can get caught up in their excitement. At the end of the day though, Tuna will make sure to protect Kalim from harm!

Floyd & Tuna: Tuna has a big fat platonic crush. They're tend to let themself be lax and free when with Floyd. They hangout a lot and will cause a commotion more often then not, whether it be from playing around or from butting heads.

Thanks for reading and taking interest in Tuna! ^V^ I greatly appreciate your support and time <3 !!!

[vernalloy]

SOVCORD — horrible personality activity idea come up with a bunch of DE style skills for yourself

HIBERNATION — That seems like lot of effort, comrade.

ESCAPISM — Does sound fun, though.

TRIVIA (Easy: Success) — And therapeutic, owing to its similarities to the Internal Families Systems Model.

YOU — Are you sure, though?

TRIVIA (Legendary: Failure) — Um…

WIKIPEDIA — The Internal Family Systems Model is an approach to psychotherapy which holds the view that the mind is made up of various subpersonalities, each with its own unique viewpoints and qualities.

SPECULATION — Sounds about right.

YOU — Isn’t there something about firefighters and Emotional Parts?

TRIVIA (Hard: Success) — I believe Emotional Parts and Apparently Normal Parts are under a different therapeutic subpersonality system called the Theory of Structural Dissociation.

TRIVIA (Medium: Success) — There were multiple writers on it. Some have denounced it, in particular with its applications to plurality, given the distinction between non-disordered/traumagenic plurality and what the TOSD could apply to. One of the writers was famous for medical abuse, forcing systems into final fusion even when it was not what they wanted.

AUTONOESIS (Easy: Success) — You remember this because you had to. You had to defend yourself and your opinions.

MASQUERADE — Even now, with fewer fully-formed divisions, you find yourself tracing the same steps of amputation.

REVISION — It’s not amputation, it’s…

TRIVIA (Hard: Failure) — I forgot.

DESCRIPTION (Medium: Success) — Taking something out to understand it and then putting it back in.

NEOLOGISM (Hard: Failure) — Live autopsy for computers?

REVISION (Medium: Success) — Reassembly.

WIKIPEDIA — The Internal Family Systems Model holds three types of subpersonalities: Exiles, Managers, and Firefighters. Exiles contain and represent psychological trauma, and are held in place by Managers and Firefighters.

SPECULATION (Trivial: Success) — There is an overlap in use between Exiles and EPs, which likely caused your confusion.

WIKIPEDIA — Managers influence the way the person acts with the external world, avoiding triggers that bring Exiles to light. Firefighters emerge when Exiles demand attention. They divert from the pain rather than avoiding it, and may be responsible for harmful coping strategies such as drug use or self-harm if untrained.

TRIVIA (Trivial: Success) — Many prisoners are employed as untrained firefighters.

WIKIPEDIA — IFS focuses on the relationships between parts and the core Self. The goal of therapy is to create a cooperative and trusting relationship between the Self and each part.

MASQUERADE — I don’t believe there is a core self.

DESCRIPTION (Easy: Success) — It’s all drag, baby.

NOW HERE THIS (Hard: Success) — It is midday, and you are open to the vibrant first page of Chapter Two of a book.

WORK ETHIC — It is the AP History homework you are neglecting.

WORK ETHIC (Legendary: Success) — You should probably do that.

DIVA (Easy: Failure) — But the post! You need to finish the post! And then you’ll get five billion notes and be worshipped as a god and never die!

YOU — That does sound tempting…

WORK ETHIC (Legendary: Success) — That is for the future.

ESCAPISM (Medium: Failure) — Is homework not also for the future?

WORK ETHIC (Medium: Success) — It’s fifteen pages of easy reading.

DIVA — And then everyone will compliment you on doing your work!

WORK ETHIC — Precisely.

YOU — Wow! I guess I’ll get off my damn phone!

[theresawritesstuff]

Sherlolly prompt: "I didn’t know you wore glasses and I’m thinking normal and platonic thoughts about you right now I swear" (I can message you a link to the actual list if you like!)

I'm sensing a childhood friends AU…

Sherlock never put much stock into religion. He may have once when he was younger but certainly not now that he was seventeen, practically a grown man. He'd be off to uni next year. Therefore he was far too sensible to buy into that sort of thing when science was clearly behind the changes in the atmospheric pressure.

However, when a windstorm knocked out the power across the street and landed his dear old friend Molly –who he definitely did not fancy thank you very much, Mum– in his home to bunk on the pullout couch, the actions of a higher power may not have seemed quite so ludicrous.

"Thanks again for letting us stay here, Mrs. Holmes," Molly said as she settled overnight bag on the living room floor.

"Oh it's no trouble, dear! Make yourself at home. Sherlock can show you where we keep the extra towels in case you need them," his mother assured her.

"Same place they've been since we were six," Sherlock told her, earning him a pinch in reprimand from his mother.

"Cheeky boy," his mother chided. "Now then. Don't forget it's still a school night for the both of you."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Yes, Mum."

His mother nodded satisfactorily, leaving the two of them alone.

"So…did you finish your chem homework?" Molly asked after a moment, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

"Psh. Of course. So easy," Sherlock blustered.

Molly looked down shyly. "Oh. Yeah… I'm still stuck on the last formula on the second page."

"There was a second page?"

"Nothing you can't handle, I'm sure," Molly teased.

Sherlock pushed aside the funny feeling in his gut as she smiled up at him. 

There was no reason for him to get all funny just because Molly was sleeping over.

In his house.

On his old sheets…

"Okay well I'm going to get changed," Molly said, holding her pajamas and toiletries.

How long had he been just staring?

"Sure." Sherlock nodded, letting her go.

After a few minutes, he found himself knocking on the door to the guest bath.

"Hey, Molls?" he ventured. "I was thinking…Maybe we could work on that homework together. I could make popcorn."

The door to the bathroom opened and out stepped Molly clad in an oversized t-shirt and flannel pants, her hair braided to the side. 

And glasses perched on her delicate nose, framing her brown eyes like works of art. A color study of earthen hues.

"Sounds fun!" Molly chirped, finishing the elastics in her hair.

Sherlock blinked, mouth agape, feeling like his brain was short circuiting for yet a second time this evening, getting uncomfortably stuck on a little tidbit on librarian fantasies he'd heard about…

"Everything okay? Do I have something on my face?" Molly wondered self consciously.

"Fine! I didn’t know you wore glasses and I was just thinking normal and platonic thoughts about you right now I swear," Sherlock blurted. "I'll go make that popcorn now."

"Okaaay…" Molly watched him practically run down the hall towards the kitchen and away from her. "That was weird."

Sherlock's father paused in the hall to avoid colliding with his son. He glanced after the blue that had been Sherlock, then back at Molly.

"Nice specks Molly. New?"

"Got them last month. Contacts are still easier for lab goggles though."

Mr. Holmes chuckled. "Sure. What's Sherlock doing?"

"He said something about popcorn?" Molly ventured. "We were going to study together." 

Mr. Holmes nodded. "Very good. Well you go on ahead. I'm going to just check in the kitchen and remind my son about a little chat we once had about um…study etiquette."

And after several more minutes Sherlock and Molly found themselves on the couch, their chemistry books between them, the storm blowing outside.

And Sherlock may have realized his mother might not have been entirely wrong in her deductions about his heart.

[myriadxofxmuses]

@indiestarter

Open to: Males 22+

Plot: My friend dragged me to this party and I just saw my ex quick make out with me.

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It wasn't that school was hard. She understood the material well enough to get by, but she just hated the stillness and silence constant studying and homework caused.  It was the social aspect O lived for. The free concerts and dances and sporting events.  The keggers. The frat parties. Rush week. Career fairs. She loved it all and per her usual weekend agenda she was living it up among friends at this year's first shindig.

She danced along with the music, spotting a friend just along the crowd's edge.  She made her way through the pulsating bodies toward the temporary bar, her drink held high avoiding any possible danger of spillage.

"Soooz! You made it!" she called out joyfully, pulling her friend into a hug. She ordered her two drinks to keep pace and caught up while they waited. 

Out of the corner of her eye she saw the one thing that could ruin her evening - John. Her shitty ex who thought mutually exclusive only applied when they were together. Ofreyja may not have been the more eager to settle down in any way, but she wasn't a cheater.  When she was with someone, she was with them.  John had taken her carefree ways as indifference to the hurt his unfaithfulness could cause.

"Shit," she muttered under her breath. Susie's gaze followed where O's were and caught sight of John just as he spotted them.  "Fuck," O said with slight panic. "He can't com over here. What do I do?' she asked her friend rhetrically and her eyes danced around the frat house for an escape route. 

John's step were gaining on them and she was running out of time.  Frantically she began searching for a place to hide since an escape route was nowhere to be found when her eyes landed on a hansome man stepping up to order his own set of drinks.  She quickly slid her hand in his and shook it softly.

'Hey. Name's O. Don't freak out, but I need to kiss you."

Before he could protest she pressed her lips to his, managing to time it prefectly with John's presence. She held the kiss a moment longer than necessay before parting and feigning surprise over their guest.

"Hey O," John greeted her with slight despair in his voice.

"Oh, hey John.  I didn't even see you there. How embarassing," she lied.  O sild her arm around the mystery man's waist and snuggled into a side hug with him. "This is...um...." she started glancing at the man, her eyes silently pleading with him to finish her sentence and help her out of this mess.

[thedorklegacy]

The Dork Legacy 3.3 part 4

And heir Roman.

And here is Verdana, all made over. <3

Shelby: Now that my kids are children, it's time for a clone BABY.

Oh, hello there, female version of Roman because I didn't use the LotDebugger Arial! I'm afraid that you are likely doomed to be the ignored one, since you are an exact copy of your eldest brother, who I am all ready favouring for heir. My apologies.

Verdana: WOW THIS CAT IS SO SMALL HOLY CRAP GUYS LOOK AT HOW SMALL IT IS!

She's still not quite used to the whole not-being-a-toddler thing.

Trebuchet plays basketball like 24/7. I think his body skill may all ready be maxed.

My elders were jealous of uber_orange's, and so decided to start their rival band, The Crust Punks!

Algren is the dancer!

Bao-Dur: Hey there robot-dude. What are you doing on this totally tubular night?

Not to make yet ANOTHER other-legacy reference, but Bilbo is TOTALLY getting high off that kitten.

Bilbo: Hello kitten. Tickle tickle. Tickle. ._.

Bilbo: Dear LJ, I like leaves! Please comment, I love comments! D:

What are you guys complaining about?! I don't think I EVER got a B+ in school.*

*I am lying, but don't tell them.

>.< UM, I AM PRETTY SURE SHE KNOWS HOW TO DO THAT ALL READY (the other want is for Willoughby to Learn to Roll Over).

Bilbo: AND THEN YOU SMASH IT, AND WHEN IT DIES, YOU STAB IT TO ABSORB THE SAND OF TIME, AND THEN YOU CAN REWIND TO AVOID DYING. And that's how you do homework! ^_^

Originally posted at katu_sims.

[leviiattacks]

teacher!levi and teacher!reader headcanons please 🥺

author note :: i expected for this to be better but idk,,, um, you know maybe it’s just me who wishes i executed it better but i wrote this at 3am that’s my excuse. ANYWAY I HOPE U ENJOY ANON :-))) i know it’s not headcanons but here!! also my ask box is always open to feel free to drop by !! 

word count :: 5.4k (after i had to severely cut the word count down because my tumblr wouldn’t let me post the longer version with more detail,,,,)

honestly you’ve never fit in well with the math teachers in particular but you’re still amicable with most

however, there’s one unbearable member of the group that happens to want to play jump rope with your patience constantly

and that person just so happens to be mr ackerman

every single staff meeting the both of you sit furthest away from each other whilst silently exchanging bitter glares

maybe it’s his stony disposition or his unrealistically harsh grading system that makes him seem so off putting to you.

or perhaps it’s your soft and gentle approach to teaching that drives him up a wall

but to make matters simple, the two of you have never got along. nearly everything he says you disagree with and nearly everything you say he has to rebuke.

every outlandish suggestion of his at meetings is met with firm disapproval from you and every time you bring up wanting to provide the children with more time for extracurricular activities he sneers in annoyance

today he’s proposing a plan to set exams as soon as possible

???

you wonder if he’s even thinking with his head attached to his neck because it’ll be impossible for the children to handle all of the content in the form of an exam paper so soon

the workload he’s been pushing onto his math class has become far too ridiculous for your liking and you want to put an end to the man’s reign of terror

it just so happens your classes are scheduled in the blocks next to each other meaning he always sees your students an hour before you do

it’s got to the point where your pupils trudge into english class completely EXHAUSTED

the other day a boy fainted because of lack of sleep and now mr ackerman has the audacity to put forward the exam dates???

“we need to instill these children with discipline. taking them by surprise will give them a much needed reality check.”

you groan at his speech and raise a hand

“may i interject?”

professor ackerman’s tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek the irritation is painted on his face but he nods although he seems reluctant

“these children do not need standardized exams to-”

“would you like for me to completely scrap exams from the curriculum?” without even allowing for you to present your argument he has to cut you off with a mocking grin

“levi, i think-”

“that's mr ackerman to you.”

his blunt correction has you rolling your eyes because YES!! you understand the two of you aren’t exactly the best of friends but he doesn’t even want to be on a first name basis with a colleague of two years??

his pettiness has your blood boiling in searing displeasure

“you have to stop going so hard on these children.”

he’s shuffling through some paperwork not even batting an eye in your direction.

“personally, we aren’t hard enough but of course the english teacher has trouble understanding that.”

the jab he makes at your job only causes the anger inside of you to bubble up again

why does teaching english have ANYTHING to do with this???

“you teach math yet you can’t calculate the reasoning behind your subpar love life. do not insult english.”

personal insults are your favourite to throw at him because he always gets so riled up

and actually for once you have the answer to a math question.

the reason why his love life is so uneventful has to be because of this :

his personality + his obnoxious humour + his looks = a good looking but undatable man

his jaw clenches and the grip he has on the stack of papers in his hands strengthens

ok,, that is kinda hot but that is not relevant at all

you’re able to make out miss ral one of the other math teachers make a move to speak and god you fight the urge to punch her every day because she’s always gushing about mr ackerman

seeing as you don’t want to punch her or anyone for that matter you turn to give her a “if you speak right now i swear to god i will lose my shit” look

she gets the memo incredibly quickly because her mouth closes shut immediately

mr ackerman takes a sip out of the cup of black tea next to him. “i would appreciate if you just sat back and let me do what’s best.”

“children fainting in my lesson is not what’s best.” your rebuttal catches him off guard and he seems more than a little surprised

“wait- fainted??”

you eyes flick over to mr zacharias, you had told him to pass the message on but the way he’s sheepishly looking at the floor avoiding your eyes clearly tells you all you have to know

“looks like someone forgot to pass the message onto you but the other day falco fainted in english.”

“is he- is he okay?? did he say why?”

eyebrows raising you’re quite surprised to see any sort of reaction from him let alone concern

“he stayed up all night completing your homework.”

lips pressing together into a fine line it almost looks as if he’s guilty

“i’ll talk to him about it later.” his voice is back to its usually plain tone and any trace of his previous worry has been masked.

an awkward silence follows. he coughs choosing to not continue the discussion about exams.

principal smith takes the hint and moves on to discuss planned school trips

HOORAH victory!!!

yet another day where you’ve saved your students

“who is fallacy and why are they pathetic?” a few snorts and giggles are heard around the class and you force yourself to laugh at falco's miserable attempt at a joke

you’ve noticed falco’s been cracking more jokes around his new seat mate gabi.

she’s small but feisty always willing to debate and she’s really a joy to teach although she can get a little bit aggressive with the others at times

honestly it’s quite obvious that falco has a fat crush on her. well, actually it’s been obvious from the moment she step foot into your class

and... you couldn’t just ignore the way falco looked at her could you?? and there was an empty space next to him too sooooo, what harm would there be in placing the two together?

it seems as if your attempt at getting the both of them to talk has worked. gabi and falco compete desperately for the top position in the class and are two of the best students you’ve had in a while

also after the day falco fainted in class gabi has been noticeably nicer. things like asking if he’s drank water or how much he’s slept

you have a small inkling that she may like him back

and the budding romance is adorable to you because you too once had childhood crushes

it feels rather nostalgic to see the two interact

but today you notice the two aren’t in

in fact, you notice half of the class isn’t?

“where are the others?” your question sends a jolt through one of your present students but he stays silent choosing to pretend to clean his glasses as a distraction

crossing your arms over your chest you walk over towards his desk

“udo, you can tell me what it is.”

“professor ackerman said not to tell.” udo looks petrified and you’re just kinda wondering what in the hell is going on

lucky for you his resolve is thin and he quickly cracks under pressure

“okay. you can’t say i told.”

nodding in agreement he looks around making sure no one else hears what exactly it is he’s about to disclose

“he’s kept some people back to talk to them about something top secret. i don’t know what but he asked for the students who like you.”

at that you feel a little bitter because if he asked for the student who liked you why on earth is half the class still here??

but oh well, you guess you can’t please them all

“oh no, no, no. you’ve got it wrong. we all wanted to stay but he didn’t let us.”

udo looks genuine so you let it slide

either way it doesn’t really matter as long as the majority prefer you over that sick and twisted math teacher you’re alright

“he does know he’s cut into my class time right?”

“falco told him that and he whispered something about how you’re bothersome.”

you???? bothersome???

WHEN HE’S THE ONE BOTHERING EVERYONE?/!:£:!/)

you don’t even look back as you walk out frankly furious at what’s happened

english is important

ACTUALLY!!!

ENGLISH > MATH

you will stand by that till the day you die

your knuckle meets with the wooden surface of your sworn enemy’s classroom door and almost automatically you’re able to hear the shuffle of chairs and padding of numerous footsteps approach

the door swings open and you step aside to allow your missing students to pass through

they look nervous but one look at your reassuring smile lets them ease up and relax

“well.” a voice behind you snaps “look who paid me a visit.”

“we’re talking about this later.”

you try your best to sound serious but you don’t know if you pull it off as well as he does because he just ends up giving you a disappointed sort of look

“y/n. stick to being the good cop it suits you better.”

“we are not on first name basis. you said it yourself.” is your narrowed comeback

finally turning to face him you’re surprised when your eyes travel to the triangle of space behind him and you’re able to get a peek of what looks to be a list of books on his whiteboard

pride and prejudice

wuthering heights

jane eyre

ville-

before you’re able to read the rest he moves in front of your line of vision

he’s got quite the selection but,, when did he of all the people on this planet start showing any interest in literature?

“the books on the board what’s that about?”

your inquiry flies over his head and he shuts the door behind him completely

his face doesn’t move and if it does it only shows the slightest hint of confusion

“what books are you talking about?” he replies and don’t know why your knees feel a little weak when he looks you straight in the eyes

snap.

out.

of.

it.

“i saw books on the board.”

“you saw wrong.” he barks back and he’s getting agitated now

maybe you did imagine it...

and you have to get back to teach your class so okay fair enough you’ll let it go because you do know you have a habit of daydreaming randomly

however that doesn’t stop you from giving him another skeptical look before you leave because there is NO WAY you imagined it, but it is you and it really could be a possibility

the click clack of your heels against the floor sound out as you remove yourself from the conversation

you assume he’s returned to his classroom

that’s why it catches you by surprise when you hear a hesitant voice behind you

“there were no books on the board.”

you don’t know why he has to tell you that again because it only makes himself look all the more suspicious

“but if they were a list of book recommendations then what would you recommend i read?”

the question is peculiar coming from him

are you in an alternate universe?

is this a dream?

are you talking to a clone?

a robot?

because this can NOT be the same man you’ve been working with for two years

maybe he’s having a change of heart?

but that sounds unlikely

maybe he’s planning to read the book and somehow with that big brain of his formulate a calculation to score it a measly two out of ten

yeah. that sounds more likely.

nevertheless, you still want to give him a recommendation, maybe he’ll find out he’s into books this way

“you should totally check out pride and prejudice :-)”

for once you’re smiling at him and he doesn’t know what to do because the change is sudden but he doesn’t say a word after that

instead he retreats into his classroom

god.

now you’re sure he’s just asked to form a stupid calculation or whatever the hell it is math teachers do.

“he likes you.” hange has a shit eating grin on their face and you can’t help but narrow your eyes and sigh in exasperation

no he does not like you but you don’t try to correct hange because you know they’re firm in their stupid belief

“would you ever date him?” hange fiddles with the last of their potato salad absentmindedly waiting on your reply

the question literally has you choking on your lunch

“i would rather fight for survival in the wilderness. thank you for asking.”

“oh come on... he’s got a thing for you. you read romance novels all the time you should be able to tell he does.”

“yeah and that thing he has for me is wanting to shove my head onto a pitchfork. you’ve got the wrong end of the stick.” shoving a piece of pasta into your mouth you sigh dreamily at the taste. it serves as a momentary distraction

you get one lunch break and you are not!!!! in the mood to talk about him whilst you’re on that break

he’s attractive

and you have to admit he looks handsome in his crisp white button up and pristine black suit AND his cologne is really...

okay, you are digressing from the point

none of what you just said means anything!!!

at surface level he seems like a catch but it’s what’s on the inside that matters and he said he finds english stupid

that’s more than enough of a reason to dislike the guy?

he thinks stuff like the pythagorean theorem and y = mx+c are entertaining

y = mx+c ??? over literature???

you read books to teach and you read books for your own enjoyment

it would be a complete travesty if you had a crush on a book hater

and levi ackerman most certainly can be classed as a book hater.

a pessimistic book hater if the specifics are needed

“OH! SORRY Y/N GOTTA BLAST MOB’S OVER THERE!!!!!”

you don’t even get the chance to say goodbye because hange makes an eager run towards moblit

hange and moblit are inseparable, both are the shared heads of the science department and since he’s been off on sick leave recently you understand why hange’s rushed off to greet him

you wish you had a teacher friend like that but the sad truth is you’re pretty much a lone wolf. the other english teachers are wrinkly old pickles and talk about antiques or quiz shows :-(

“this seat free?”

no way.

it’s not him

it can't be

what does he even want??

“um, well yeah it is free b-.”

“good.” he takes the seat without you even inviting him and now you’re stuck in an awkward situation you didn’t even expect to be in today

you're about to burst into tears because is it too much to ask for a peaceful lunch period???

mr ackerman clears his throat and places a book in the center of the table. “pride and prejudice although not my cup of tea was... mildly enjoyable.”

wait...

is this him...

admitting defeat!??

HELLLOOOOO

you are over the moon right now because you know he really had to have enjoyed it a lot and is simply choosing to withhold that information for his own reputation

“i’m happy to hear you took a liking to it.” you’re munching away at your pasta a little more upbeat now

“okay but the start of the book assuming all single men want a wife? no, all i want is a good night’s rest for once. also mrs bennet needs to calm down, elizabeth can marry who the hell she wa-”

“someone’s a little passionate aren’t they?” you giggle into your glass of water and you catch mr ackerman frowning

“i liked it okay.”

“i thought you said it was only mildly enjoyable just now?” grinning and looking at him through your lashes his cheeks become red

you guess he’s angry or something but that’s the usual with him

“yeah, whatever. i just wanted to play fair and apologise.”

“apologise?” oh wow, now your interest has really peaked because never in the past two years has he apologised to ANYONE

not even principal smith for the one time he flipped out and nearly cursed at a mouthy student at parent's evening

grimacing a little before he does it he finally speaks again.

“english is important. i’m sorry.”

your lips tug up into a bright smile

well???

this is a great interaction??

an apology coming out of levi ackerman of all people

“apology accepted! i’m glad to know you liked the book but now that we’re a tad bit friendlier with each other i wanted to ask for a favour.” your eyes gleam and he swears he can see specks of shining stars in them

“...okay, it depends.”

he’s warming up to you so he considers it

“please don’t cut into my lesson time levi.” his name slips out of your mouth but it’s so natural you don’t even care to correct yourself

“i’m sorry about that too y/n.” your name now ventures out of his mouth too as it tests the waters

wordlessly the two of you agree to first name basis

BUT more important matters are at hand such as how he’s issued you yet another apology?

this is satire surely

because why is he so willing all of a sudden...?

well, that's the power of pride and prejudice, wow you’re really thanking the heavens for blessing this world with jane austen’s existence

jane austen. a woman capable of remarkable things, she's even managed to make an unmoving book hater somehow become a lover

poking at your tuna pasta you and levi are now quiet.

“soooooo, any opinions on mr wickham?” you ask the question hoping to initiate a longer conversation than before

and luckily for you your attempt works

SUCCESS!!

levi pinches the bridge of his nose and the creases on his forehead show he clearly isn't particularly fond of wickham

“don’t get me started he’s so indescribably annoying?”

ok, ok, ok

you don’t even know how it happens but you and levi really hit it off

weeks have passed and you and him have even become lunch buddies

it was so shocking to moblit at first that he dropped his lunch on the floor when he saw you and levi enthusiastically exchanging words

then again, two mr wickham haters are bound to get along

you’re seriously wondering how the two of you ever survived as mortal enemies

yeah, you still disagree a lot but you’re getting there!!

sometimes he helps you out when your computer stops running and in exchange you’re willing to offer him book recommendations

he swears he doesn't want any recommendations from you but you know he enjoys it

yesterday he got microsoft excel out and showed you how useful it really was and you went :O because you never really understood the need for it at all

you’re a little bit of a granny when it comes to tech...

and just today at lunch you recommended he checks some plays out but his nose wrinkled at the mention of shakespeare so the both of you went through a long list of dramas and eventually you were able to interest him in j.b. priestely's an inspector calls

another victory for you!!

anyway, right now the two of you are sitting inside of the staff room seeing as it's that time of the month again.

time for the monthly staff meeting

it's the first one you've had since you and levi became friends and you're worried the both of you will be back at it butting heads

wait, are you friends?

well, you wouldn't mind if that were the case but to be honest you would like to be a little bit more than friends mayb-

no!!! no!!! no!!! stupid thought!!! you retract that statement immediately

no you do not want to be more than friends with levi ackerman, yes he's lovely to a degree but you are not going to elaborate on why it's a terrible idea to fancy him

okay wait, let's elaborate for the sake of elaborating

he's surprisingly charming and wittier than you thought he would be. the fun conversations are making your days now and to be honest it is nice to have someone to spend lunch with (hange usually skips out on lunch all together to tinker in the science labs and set up experiments)

wait... weren't you suppose to explain why you don't want to get with him?

you're an idiot and you don't notice how dumb you really are until everyone just kinda gawks at the both of you because it's so odd seeing you in the same room let alone within a three feet radius of each other.

fuck, you completely forgot you and levi sat at opposite ends of the room

principal smith enters and even he looks visibly shocked at the change in seats but he doesn't mention it and you're grateful he doesn't because you didn't purposefully sit here it just happened on accident

erwin turns in your direction and smiles

"would you like to start off with your proposition for extracurriculars?"

nodding your head you begin passionately.

"well, i'd like to say i don't think we offer the children enough. we have spare funding so why not open another club? cooking perhaps? i understand many of you may not understand the importance of teaching them how to cook but-"

"do you have an obsession for setting these children up for failure?" tensing up you notice it's levi who's spoke and he doesn't sound remotely happy

blinking once and then twice he realizes his tone isn't the best and he mutters an apology "sorry, go ahead i'll add in when you're done."

whispers travel through the room straight away

"did he just say sorry?"

"actually why are those two sitting together?"

"do you think they're you know...?"

miss ral who's sat a little further away is the next person to disagree with you

"i understand the intention but would it not be better to let them have extra math lessons?"

"oh, so you can get a pay rise?" the comeback you make is aggressive and dripping in displeasure

she sits up face burning up

"no- no- absolutely not i take pleasure in teaching all of my classes." flustered and trying to hide her nerves she takes a sip out of her water bottle

you want to pour all of the water out onto that ginger hair of hers

the reason why her interjection is getting on your nerves is due to the fact you overheard her and another one of the math teachers plan to bring this specific point up

and you are well aware that her reasoning behind it has nothing to do with the children

she couldn't care less about them

"do not make me repeat what you and mr bozado were chit chatting about earlier today."

the threat is enough to silence her and just when you think you've handled the situation levi has to give his input

"let's ignore petra's motivations and talk about how teaching these kids how to cook means nothing if they have no tradable skills to offer in the real world." levi's not looking at you. he's either too annoyed or too preoccupied with his thought process

at that moment you feel naive, you thought maybe he would try to understand your opinion seeing as he's been spending so much time with you as of recent but that looks to not be the case

murmurs of agreement fill the room at his statement and you feel pathetic

it's practically the entire room against you now

genuinely how is it these people can manage to be such spoiled sports about everything?

"recently, i asked all of my classes to write an essay about school stress. maybe you won't understand my views because you haven't read their pieces but they need a fucking break." the expletive flies out of your mouth without warning and you flush in embarrassment

that

was

not

professional.

"oh god, i'm sorry i got worked up i shouldn't hav-" fumbling over all of your words you feel even more mortified

the principal raises his hand signalling you stop and you clamp your mouth shut. you're in huge trouble that's for sure

but,,, in spite of the clear difference in opinion between you and the other teachers, soft and well spoken principal smith says the unthinkable

"i have the final say and i believe you are coming from a good place after reading your student's work. how would you feel about running the new cooking club?"

scanning his face for a second you can tell his question is legitimate and the wave of relief that washes over you has never felt better than ever

sighing contently you agree and as the topic of conversation shifts to something else entirely you sense your heart rate picking up

you feel like you're back to square one with levi.

it's yet another day where you’ve saved your students and you should be feeling overjoyed but if anything you feel a little deflated

you wish he would have come around and understood but you can't teach and old dog new tricks

again, the feeling of disappointment wears you down

two weeks have passed since then and your favourite time of year has come. it’s spring term meaning MACBETH

the english curriculum includes plays and it just so happens that today is your first lesson covering shakespeare

and you LOVE shakespeare

something about all the intricate foreshadowing always has you excited

but some children are missing

and it’s way too many to blame on sickness

so you wait for a few minutes but it's consistently radio silent

the last time this happened the culprit had been levi and he promised to never cut into your lesson time

but you could count on him to break his promise after the fiasco that was the monthly meeting

is he back to hating you and hating literature?

well, that's his loss if that's the case!! and no!! you will not upset yourself over the loss of the budding friendship

sighing you get to your feet making a beeline to the door but gabi and falco rush to stop you

awkward chuckles activated they wave their hands to get your attention “OH NO, they’ll only be five minutes!!” their sentence comes out as one big blur of words but you manage to understand them

now you’re doubtful because you know falco and gabi would usually ignore you and allow you to walk out

giving them a knowing glance the pair look between each other

their eyes are clearly communicating and asking if it’s alright to tell you

“i promise i won’t be mad.” you sigh

perhaps if you reassure them they’ll be more likely to spill the beans

“it’s not that you... i don't know. you might be upset.” gabi isn't one to care much for other's feelings so you're slightly anxious even though you shouldn't be

but you’re a tough nut to crack. so, absolutely not. you are not going to upset yourself over whatever it is

“i won’t be hurt. i’ve suffered through reading some of the most emotional classics to ever exist.” hitting your chest with your fist you wince a little because you hit yourself a little too hard

falco’s seems to be too shy to come out with it so gabi takes the lead as she normally does

“some students were talking badly about you so mr ackerman kept them behind to have a talk.”

oh.

yeah, actually you are a teeny weeny bit disheartened because you think you’re nice to all of your pupils but it’s nothing too bad, not everyone will like you

“if that’s all i’ll go get them. thank you for letting me know.” giving them two thumbs up you leave the class immediately

levi is probably scolding them to hell and back

not because he cares for you but because he hates disrespect in general

as you’re nearing the open door of his classroom you hear something you never thought would emerge from levi’s room

“final question. why does mr darcy say he doesn’t want to dance with elizabeth at first?” oh yeah, that’s levi’s voice for sure

an english question?

is he quizzing them on pride and prejudice?

you wait hoping your students don't fail you and are able to provide the correct answer.

“ummm... she’s not pretty enough!!”

levi hums “you answered all five questions right. do you all know why?”

you can’t see the children’s faces but they have to be confused if there’s no immediate response

he grunts in agitation “because your english teacher works hard to teach you every single day. have some respect because that teacher of yours is one in a million.”

taking your bottom lip in between your teeth you fight the urge to smile

“do you know how at every single staff meeting there’s only ever one teacher fighting for you all and what you want. i can assure you that teacher isn’t me, but i believe you can all guess who i'm talking about.”

your heart does a back flip in your chest and you feel jittery but in that really fuzzy good way

like that super duper fuzzy and hazy good way

he’s really very sweet for saying all of this and you're now smiling like an idiot

one pupil takes a chance to make amends “we’re sorry mr ackerman.”

but before levi can give them a response you clap your hands together and walk in unannounced 

“apology accepted, now if you want to all be forgiven forever please return to class and answer the questions on the board!” directing them to the door with your hands you make sure they're conscious fo the fact you aren't mad at them

still, never have you seen them so eager to run off to analyze macbeth. you guess levi's deathly stare is the cause for it

holding back a laugh you clear your throat after the last student leaves

“thank you levi :-)”

it’s quiet for a second and you think to ask him about what has been gnawing at your mind

“you didn’t have to do that. you disagreed with me before so... why did you?”

“i say this at every meeting and you never listen but children need to be disciplined.” his unchangeable tone is unwelcoming

again it’s awkwardly silent and you sorta regret even coming over to see what was going on because now you and levi are just having an uncomfortable staring contest

then he scratches the back of his neck and heaves a heavy breath

“it may also be because i really fucking like you, but i look like an idiot saying that when we’ve been at each other's necks for two years.”

oh.

the sudden and brutally honest confession has the wind knocked out of you, you’re stunned

and then you get hit by it too. the realization hits you like rain hits umbrellas on stormy days. you like him too.

you like him for his witty sense of humour, his pure honesty and his hatred for mr wickham only serves as a bonus

yes, you have your differences. many of them. but you like him

he’s no longer a book hater and so by default you can fancy him. he goes against none of your guidelines essentially

you like him, he likes you back?’//’.;

[SCREAMS]

“well, what do you say? will you be this mr darcy's elizabeth bennet?” hearing the cheesy pickup line from him of all people has the butterflies in your stomach exploding in delight 

“you sound weird, where's the grumpy math teacher from before?" now you and him are simply shamelessly flirting but HEY!! you have no complaints at all

he scoffs at your sarcastic question

"do you want the equation for a two dimensional heart on a graph beca-"

"can i just kiss you?"

wOWIE are you being bold today y/n???

thankfully you don't have to wait for his answer. levi’s right hand pulls your face in and he slams his lips against yours. he gives your waist a squeeze and you hold him tighter by the neck in response. he has a way of somehow making it all feel gentle and relaxed in the same breath

and... you know what? maybe you should have recommended pride and prejudice to him earlier

but oh well.

what matters the most right now is that you're kissing your mr darcy!!

and he’s kissing his elizabeth bennet

:-)

[marauderundercover]

Making Memories: Ch. 15

Day 15: Flowers and Chocolate

AO3

Prev

Taking a long sip of coffee, Marinette glances down at the packet on her desk warily. It was a bunch of information about a new group project that her English teacher was super excited about. Marinette was not super excited. Ever since she came back after the Joker situation, it had been awkward between her and her classmates. Sure, none of them knew the real reason that she’d been gone, but they still gave her looks. Like they knew that something more had happened. More than she was saying anyway. If it was any other teacher, she could’ve just partnered with her little brother (yes, her brother who was two years younger than her was in most of her classes). But for some reason, this particular teacher thought that it would be better for both of the Wayne siblings to branch out. Marinette didn’t agree, and she could tell by the annoyed look on her brother’s face that he was on the same page as her.

“Marinette and Ross, you are our final pair. Okay everyone, I’m giving you some time in class to work on this assignment, but feel free to spend some time outside of class on it as well. Don’t sacrifice the quality of your work just because you don’t want to have homework. Now, go ahead and sit with your partners for the rest of today’s class.” The teacher, Ms. McIntosh says with a wide smile before sitting back down at her desk. Marinette puffs out her cheeks, already done with the project. Ross Bettencourt was a good student, but he was also really weird around her. She’d never been able to get a good read on who he was as a person, because he always dialed his personality up to twelve when she was around him. It was exhausting.

“Hey Mari! Can I call you Mari?” Ross asks with a huge grin, plopping down in the seat next to her. Marinette shrugs.

“Sure, lots of my friends do.” She says. His smile waivers for a moment, and then it’s back again, brighter than before.

“Awesome! So, did you want to plan where we should go to work on this after school?” He asks, resting his chin on his hand as he leans towards her. His undivided attention unsettles her slightly, not really used to it from someone who may as well be a stranger for all she knows about him. The only thing she knows is, like most kids at GA, Ross’ dad is rich.

“I was actually hoping that we could get most of it done now. In class.” She says, opening her laptop. They would probably have enough time to finish it if they got started now. He frowns.

“You heard Ms. McIntosh. She said not to let our work quality suffer and that it was fine to spend time after school on this too.” He reminds her. Marinette resists the urge to sigh, but nods.

“Okay, um… what about the public library?” She asks, mentally going through her family’s schedules and noting that Barbara should be at work today and tomorrow in the afternoon at the library. Ross smirks, raising an eyebrow.

“Not exactly what I had in mind, but sure. Wanna ride with me to the library? I drove today.” He offers. Marinette blinks in surprise. Of course he did. Sometimes she forgot that the driving laws in the US were so different than in France. Glancing over at her brother, she’s unsurprised to see him already looking at her. He shakes his head once before starting to work on his own project again- obviously avoiding any attempt at communication from his partner.

“Thank you, but I think I’ll ride with my brother so that I can leave what I don’t need in our car.” She says with a small smile. He shrugs.

“Okay. So what did you think about the prompt?” He asks. She grins, happy to be back on topic. Maybe a group project wouldn’t be so bad.

---

“I don’t like it.” Damian huffs, the second Alfred pulls away from the curb at GA.

“Dames, it’s a couple of hours. At the library, where Babs works. I’m sure I’ll be fine without you coming with.” Marinette tries to reassure her little brother, grinning at him as she thinks back to class. “Besides, you kinda made a big deal of turning in your project. Ross would totally know that you’re just there as security if you showed up.” She reminds him. He pouts- though he’d never admit it- and sits back in his seat, arms crossed.

“He’s always watching you.” Damian mumbles. Marinette shakes her head, resisting the urge to ruffle his hair. Sometimes he let her get away with it, but she could tell that today was not one of those days.

“I’m new and French, Damian. He might just be intrigued.” Marinette says. Yeah, she’d been at GA since August, but it was still weird for a student to transfer in their second year. Most students had been at GA since day one.

“Tt.” is the only other thing she gets out of Damian. Sighing, she glances at Alfred’s amused expression in the rearview mirror.

“Thank you for dropping me off Alfred.” She says, ignoring the exaggerated sighs from Damian. She wasn’t giving in. She needed to be able to focus on her project, and she wouldn’t be able to do that with her little brother constantly trying to murder her partner.

“It’s my pleasure, Miss Marinette.” Alfred says with a small nod. “Do you know what time you’ll need a ride home?” He asks. She hums in thought, glancing down at her phone and running through what she knew her family had planned for the evening. Dinner would probably be late tonight because Tim and her dad had a meeting at WE….

“Would six be okay?” She asks.

“Of course.” Alfred says, while Damian just looks at her wide eyed.

“What?” Marinette asks, her exasperation leaking through.

“Six o’clock? How long do you expect the project to take?” He asks. Marinette takes a deep breath, reminding herself that he’s just being protective. All of her brothers were. All the time. And yeah, it was nice. But sometimes, she just wished that they trusted her to be able to take care of herself.

“If we get done early, I’ll call. But I also don’t want to have to meet him before school tomorrow.” She points out. Damian opens his mouth, probably to argue more, but Marinette is saved by the car stopping in front of the library.

“Thanks Alfie, I’ll see you later!” She calls, grabbing her bag and jumping out of the car before Damian can try and stop her. Letting out a happy sigh, Marinette rushes up the stairs, wanting to be able to say hi to Babs before she starts working with Ross. Walking right over to the desk, Marinette grins at her favorite redhead...well, her favorite redhead who had glasses. She couldn’t pick a favorite between Babs and Ivy.

“Hey, kid. You didn’t come by just to say hi to little old me, did ya?” Babs asks, a grin on her face. Marinette shakes her head.

“Unfortunately not. I’m actually here to work with a partner for a project.” She says. Babs wiggles her eyebrows, making Marinette frown. “What?”

“Is this a potential date partner?” Barbara asks. Marinette’s eyes widen and she shakes her head rapidly.

“No, of course not!” She says.

“Marinette!” Ross’ voice calls. She turns to greet him, but her eyes widen when she sees what’s in his arms. “I got these for you.” He says, holding out a bouquet of flowers and a small box of chocolates. She just stares at him, mind working rapidly as she tries to make sense of what was happening.

“I- you- we were just- what?” She rushes out, stumbling over her words as she searches for something to say.

“Well I think I’ve made it pretty obvious that I want to take you on a date, Marinette. You’re gorgeous, and I think we’d be great together.” Ross says, puffing his chest out slightly. A snort from the desk makes Marinette whip her head around, glaring at Babs. She was definitely going to tell her brothers all about this later. Traitor. Turning back to the problem at hand, Marinette stumbles back slightly as he shoves the flowers and chocolates into her arms.

“Wait-”

“Come on. My assistant booked one of the private study rooms so that we could finish our project and talk about us.” He says, grabbing onto her arm and pulling. She inhales sharply and tugs her arm away, taking a step back.

“I’m not-” Marinette takes a deep breath, trying hard to ground herself, to be the Ladybug she knows she can be. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to continue working on this project together.” She says softly. His jaw drops.

“Well why not?” He asks with a huff. Marinette gently passes the flowers and chocolates back to him.

“Because I’m not looking for a relationship. At all. And if I’m being honest, you kinda made me uncomfortable.” Marinette says. She can practically feel the pride radiating from Babs as she stands up for herself. Ross’ eyes narrow.

“Are you telling me no? And making me seem like some kind of asshole? I never made you uncomfortable.” He argues. Marinette blinks, raising an eyebrow.

“Did you seriously just try to tell me I didn’t feel what I felt? Ross, I really think it’s better if we don’t work together on this.” She says.

“So not only are you saying no to a date and acting like you’ve never flirted around with me, but now you’re trying to sabotage my grade too?” He asks, his voice rising slightly. Marinette’s eyes narrow and she crosses her arms.

“First of all, I never flirted with you. And even if I had, that doesn’t mean you’re entitled to a date. I’ll email McIntosh, but I’m not working with you.” She says, turning on her heel and walking towards the door. She’s just out the front door when Ross finally catches up to her, grabbing her wrist again. Whirling around to glare at him, she opens her mouth to snap at him, but is interrupted by a familiar voice.

“Drop her wrist before I fucking make you.” Jason snarls, an icy glare trained on Ross. Ross’ eyes widen slightly and he drops her wrist, but then he just scoffs.

“Whatever. She isn’t worth it.” He says before turning away. Jason jerks, like he’s going to go after him, but Marinette grabs his arm.

“Leave it, Jay.” She says softly. She watches as he clenches and unclenches his jaw several times before turning his full attention back to her.

“Are you okay?” He asks gently. She sighs, but nods.

“Babs alert you?” She asks. He shakes his head.

“Damian.” He says. She groans, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“I freaking hate it when he’s right.” She mumbles. Jason snorts, before reaching over and ruffling her hair.

“Much as I hate to admit it, little shit is right about most things.” He says. Marinette nods in agreement. It really was funny how often her little brother was right. Maybe she could bounce project ideas off of him before dinner since her other partner was clearly not going to work out. And yeah, she’d deal with the teacher, but she wouldn’t just let Ross have her grade when she was going to be working by herself.

“Let’s go home so he can get his ‘told ya so’ in before dinner. I’d rather not explain this situation to dad.” Marinette says, catching Jason’s slight wince. “What did you do?” She asks.

“It wasn’t me!” He objects, holding his hands up in surrender. “It was Babs. She started texting the family chat when that boy showed up with flowers and was giving a play by play.”

“Of course she did.” Marinette groans, thankful that her phone was on silent. She’d look at the messages later. But since her family already knew- “Wanna grab ice cream before we go home?” She asks, Jason grins.

“Hell yeah!” He cheers, running down to his motorcycle. Marinette snorts, running after her brother. Ice cream fixes everything.

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[alecmagnuslwb]

Wild at Heart

A sort of sequel to Clary the Vampire Slayer

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“I don’t know Clary. He’s been avoiding me. What if he’s just not interested? Maybe I came on too strong,” Magnus says tapping the blow pop he stole from the principal’s office against his lips.

“No way,” Clary says slipping her sunglasses back onto her head and hopping up onto a nearby bench in the corridor. “That boy looks at you hung the moon when you aren’t paying attention. He’s definitely interested, maybe he’s just a little nervous or something.”

Magnus hums in thought. “I guess I am pretty fabulous and have the special ability to make all the pretty boys nervous. I’m all caught up on my homework, maybe I should just go pay him a visit tonight.”

“Exactly,” Clary says with a bright smile. She reaches out snatching the blow pop from Magnus and popping it into her mouth.

He looks at her offended, but let’s her have it. No one probably ever would have guessed that the big bad Vampire Slayer has such a sweet tooth.

“Anyways, speaking of the moon. Have there been any leads on the werewolf, it’s the last night of the moon isn’t it?” he asks hopping up on the bench next to her.

She nods. “Luke thinks there’s two. Maia and I are having a little stakeout up on Lover’s Lane in the hopes it’ll come back.”

“Oh you kids are calling that a stakeout nowadays huh?” Magnus teases.

“Hush,” Clary says shoving at his shoulder playfully. “We really are just staking out, that’s where the wolf was last seen and we can’t wait till next month. Whoever this person is might not even know what’s happened to them and they haven’t hurt anyone yet and hopefully we can keep it that way.”

Magnus nods in understanding kicking his feet out from the table. “But you’re gonna make out a little right?”

Clary chuckles. “Not as much as you will be when you go talk to Alec tonight,” she says bopping him on the nose with the stolen blow pop.

Magnus scrunches his nose at the action and wipes his nose clean, hoping so very much that Clary is right.

***

“Hey, Uncle Hodge,” Alec says pacing the length of the living room the phone pressed up between his cheek and shoulder. “No everything’s fine. I, um, I just had a quick question. Is cousin Jordy a werewolf?”

He blurts out it out. There’s no time for being delicate about this. He woke up naked in the woods this morning and night is getting closer and closer and he needs a little confirmation. He’d been playing with Jordy a few weeks ago and one tiny accidental baby bite may have turned him into the werewolf his friends are currently hunting.

“Uh, huh,” Alec says stopping his pacing at Hodge’s confirmation. “And how long has that been going on?” Alec rubs his head in frustration as Hodge explains the tiny little dog bite that turned out to be something much more. He listens in halves, nodding his head and saying his goodbyes.

“Well, shit,” he says once he’s hung up tossing the phone onto the coffee table. He heads into the dining room, the chains he bought with only a few seriously questionable eyes on him at the local hardware store strewn about. He’s not totally certain how he’s going to do this, but the sun is nearly down and he has to sort something out. Thankfully the rest of his family is out of town for the day visiting his grandmother who Alec can’t stand.

Three days ago he was just a teenager who recently learned that his hometown is filled with monsters. It made sense, too much weird stuff happened here. Three days ago he was looking at the vast suddenly possible impossibility that he was going to have a boyfriend. And not just any boyfriend but the kind of guy who he couldn’t even dream up if he tried to.

The doorbell rings knocking him out of deep thought. He ignores it hoping whoever it is will go away. They don’t, they’re pretty persistent actually the doorbell ringing again and again. He pulls it open frustrated, hoping he can get rid of whoever it is fast.

Expect when he sees who it is his whole brain screams at him that getting rid of this person is the last thing he wants to do.

“Magnus,” he says a little breathless a smile automatically stretching across his face.

“Hi, we need to talk,” he says brushing in the door past Alec. He stops in the living room pacing a bit, thankfully not going far enough to notice the chains.

“So, here’s the thing we enjoy each other’s company right?” Magnus says. Alec just nods his head. “Good. Good, I thought so. We’ve gone out on like three dates now and you came to my best friend’s admittedly weird surprise birthday party and helped us heist a bazooka which feels like you’re very into me because who helps with a heist if they’re not interested.” He takes a deep breath soldiering on. “But I feel like you’ve been avoiding me lately.”

“Magnus I’m not avoiding you,” he says which is kind of a lie. He has been a bit first because he was afraid of whatever was happening to him and then so scared that he could hurt Magnus with this newfound werewolf situation.

“You are, whether it’s intentional or not you are,” Magnus replies wringing his hands a bit. “And I get it. It’s a lot. You were just going on dates with a gorgeous guy with a high g.p.a and now I’m a witch in training who’s best friend is a vampire slayer cause vampires are real and the librarian is a watcher. It’s a lot I know.”

He paces away from Alec heading towards the dining room. Alec’s eyes go wide chasing after him when a sudden pain lurches through his stomach.

“But I think we have something pretty potentially incredible here and I’m not just gonna stand by and let you avoid me and it slip away so you can spend your Friday night’s,” Magnus freezes staring at the dining room table. Another pain lurches through Alec. “Playing with chains. Why are you playing with chains?”

He turns to Alec just as another massive pain lurches his whole body tossing him to the ground. “Magnus you have to go,” he growls out. Really truly growls, his voice practically gone as he keeps his eyes on the ground. His fingers give way to claws.

“Alexander,” he says worry in his voice as he nears him.

Alec’s head whips up then forcing himself to keep his claws buried into the hardwood floor. “Magnus, go!” he yells sharp teeth piercing through his gums.

Magnus’ eyes go wide and he takes off to the front door as the wild takes over for Alec. The last thing he remembers is screaming at the wolf inside of him to leave Magnus alone.

***

Magnus takes off fast. He’s never been more grateful for his years on the track team than he is now. Alec is the werewolf they’ve been looking for. He runs a little aimlessly at first the pounding steps of a wolf that’s no longer any bit human not far behind him till he detours heading for the school hoping that Clary is still there prepping to head out for the night.

Luckily Alec’s house isn’t far from the school so in minutes he’s busting through the main doors swerving through every hall heading for the library.

“Clary! Maia! Luke!” he shouts hoping that one of them hears. Luckily Clary may not have super hearing but she’s acutely attuned to her surroundings and comes busting down the hall Magnus’ way.

“Werewolf,” he says slightly out of breath coming to a stop. He knows Alec’s not far behind. “Alec.”

“The werewolf attacked Alec?” Clary says looking incredibly forlorn.

Magnus shakes his head rapidly, grabbing her arm and tugging her quickly back to the library.

“No, Alec is the werewolf,” he announces when they bust into the library. Maia and Luke are standing there tranquilizer guns in hand. Clary takes the one from Luke’s hand. “He wasn’t far behind me. He’s definitely in the building.”

He follows Clary grabbing a tranq gun for himself. He doesn’t really want to shoot his would be boyfriend, but it’s for both their benefits in this case. Maia and Luke creep behind, Clary making a gesture over her shoulder signaling for the two of them to go right.

Wolf Alec rounds the corner heading right their way. Clary raises her gun shooting twice, but he dodges both hits. He lunges at them tackling Clary to the ground.

“Magnus,” she shouts struggling with the wolf. “Shoot him!”

Magnus makes a disagreeable noise easing closer, the gun readied. He really hoped Clary would be the one to do this.

Clary throws a punch at the wolf’s neck and Magnus winces. “Careful Clary it’s still Alec,” he says aiming the gun.

“Then. Shoot. Him.” Clary grits out pointing each word. So Magnus does it firing three quick successive shots that hit Alec right in the side. He goes limp in Clary’s arms finally stopping his struggle. Clary lets out a long sigh pushing Alec off to the side.

“Well I think we know why he’s been acting weird,” she says out of breath lying starfish on the floor.

“Yeah,” Magnus sighs resting the gun on the floor and crouching down he reaches out a hand brushing his fingers through Alec’s fur. He’s ten times larger than a regular wolf, with dark, dark fur just like Alec’s gorgeous fluffy hair.

“You’re gonna be okay,” Magnus whispers brushing his fingers down the thick soft fur at Alec’s side. “We’re gonna be okay.”

***

Alec wakes up naked, again. This time he’s surrounded by books. He groans squinting at his surroundings. To his left he hears the sound of a chair scraping.

“There’s clothes on the filing cabinet,” a voice he thinks he’ll truly never tire of hearing says. His eyes meet Magnus’ through the metal fencing of the library cage where Luke keeps the more sensitive demon related books.

Magnus smiles at him once then twists around giving Alec his privacy. He dresses quickly in some generic school colors sweatpants, t-shirt and shoes before reaching for the door that’s still locked.

“Um,” he says and Magnus turns back around quickly digging into his pockets. He walks over unlocking the cage and stepping back a bit. Alec hesitates scared that Magnus is afraid of him.

It’s the quietest it’s possibly ever been in the library which is ironic considering it’s a library. Eventually Alec can’t take the silence anymore.

“I’m sorry,” he says with a sigh rubbing at the back of his neck. He hits a tender spot on the left side of his neck and winces dropping his hand. “I should have told you. It’s just I didn’t know at first and then I did and I just-“

Magnus holds up a hand stopping his ramble. “It’s okay, you were scared. These past few weeks have been a real supernatural info dump for you.”

“Still,” Alec says instinct almost bringing his hand back to his neck before remembering the pain in one side. “I am sorry I avoided you. I uh, I kind of lost the plot of what you were saying last night once the terrible lancing pain started cause I was transforming into a wolf, but I do like you a lot and I didn’t mean to avoid you. I was just uh, turning into a giant dog and waking up naked in the woods and it kinda threw me.”

Magnus laughs at that biting his lip a bit and stepping a little closer to Alec. “That would make for a rough few days,” he says still laughing a bit. “So since you’re not avoiding me, I know you’re probably pretty tired, but maybe we could go to the Bronze tonight?”

Alec knows the smile on his lips is goofy as hell. He has a lot to figure out about his new status and he’s sure Luke will have a comprehensive information package ready for him by first bell Monday morning, but right now all that matters is that the guy he’s fairly certain will be his boyfriend before the night is over isn’t afraid of him or mad at him and wants to go out again. A werewolf could have it way worse.

“I’d love that,” he says. Magnus smiles in return pausing for a second before breaching the bit of distance between them. He grips Alec’s hips tight and leans up kissing him on the lips. It’s just a quick press of lips, but it’s warm and soft and tastes a little bit like strawberries.

Magnus presses a second quick kiss and steps back heading for the swinging library doors leaving Alec standing there with his hands midair stunned into happiness.

“Oh, um Clary punched you in the neck so you might want to ice that,” Magnus says turning back for a second. “Oh, and I shot you in the side with three tranqs so ice that too,” he says turning around again. He pushes open the door before turning one last time. “I’ll see you eight, Alexander.”

He tosses a wave at Alec winking one eyelinered eye before finally walking out the door.

He’s gone by the time Alec thinks to respond just standing there waving at the spot Magnus is no longer in. He moves his hand pressing it to his lips for a second with a still no doubt goofy smile.

“A werewolf in love,” he whispers to himself shaking his head, happier than he’s maybe ever been.