#typing these out in class instead of working on my powerpoint

[dailyblueberror]

[landopoet]

somewhere in between.

pairing lando x reader, university au

synopsis in which lando falls victim to an irresistible and mysterious girl, who knows nothing about love or how to keep it around. not until it’s too late, anyway.

warnings angsty fic, no use of y/n

author’s note wrote this fic in three days, new record! hope you enjoy, and as always, thank you to @clovermoters for being my little cheerleader and bestie 5eva <3 love u millions!

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You first met Lando in a cramped lecture hall during the first semester of university.

The professor was talking about something that you paid no mind to, mindlessly transcribing as much of the information as you heard. You knew you could find the full lecture online later, anyway, as this professor made it convenient for students to slack off by sending all his PowerPoints and Word documents to them.

As your fingers flickered over the keyboard, your attention became divided between what the professor was saying and the curious personality that just bursted in through the door.

He was something of a mess— damp curls stuck to his forehead as a wide grin spread across his face, below his lips were speckled hairs that looked like a sad version of a goatee. His breathless and grinning self found you in the third row from the front, and he took a seat without asking for permission.

“I hate the rain,” he whispered as he unzipped his damp jacket.

You glanced briefly at him, noticing how much more vibrant he seemed up close. He seemed like the type of person that exudes warmth just by being, like you didn’t have to go outside to get warmed up by the sun and merely sitting next to him would grow even the smallest spark into a flame.

It made you nervous.

Without saying a word, and instead choosing to hold an uncomfortable amount of eye contact, you turned back to your laptop and realised you missed about half the lecture by now.

The stranger pulled out a notepad and a pen, and scribbled down a few words before pushing the paper towards you.

What did I miss? It read, in surprisingly neat handwriting.

You had half a mind to ignore him again, to simply pay attention to the class and pretend he didn’t exist. He hadn’t existed in your orbit before and there was no reason for him to join now, so there was no reason for why you would pick that pen up and write a response.

Despite your hesitation, you picked up his pen and wrote back: Nothing important. He’ll send you the whole lecture in an e-mail later anyway.

The man watched as your fingers pushed the notebook back towards him, a small smile playing on his lips once he realised he had put a tiny crack in your shell.

There was something about you that made him curious, intrigued, despite spending barely ten minutes in your presence.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the man grin at your reply, and something in your stomach tightened.

—

Amidst the noise of the campus cafeteria, at a table in the farthest corner you could find, you found yourself nestled between a pile of books and electronics. Sure, it’d be more convenient to go to the library and study there, but you actually found the cacophonous sound of mixed conversations quite soothing to your mind.

It reminded you that you were alone in your space but not lonely, whereas a library would only discourage you from doing any work because everyone there is always quiet, there’s no distant chatter about the guys from the university football team or the professor who grades work based on handwriting.

And at the cafeteria, you could be in your own orbit, surrounded by glimmering stars that made you feel less alone. It was just you, your books and your uninterrupted study.

You continued to write down the main notes of a lecture you skipped last week due to a sick day. The flu was going around and you managed to catch a weak case of it, and today was your first day back from bedrotting in your dorm.

The discordant feeling of your studying was interrupted by a familiar voice. “Hey,” you raised your head to look at who exactly it was.

A small look of surprise flashed across your face when you realised it’s the stranger from the lecture a few weeks ago. He looked a lot less messy now and, instead of a damp jacket and dripping curls, he was dressed in a knit sweater over a button-up shirt and black dress pants with his curls in a neat bunch on his head. It’s only now you noticed that they cascaded down his neck into a mullet. You never really liked the look of them, but he seemed to suit it well.

You realise you hadn’t answered him and he was just standing there awkwardly, two paper cups in hand. When he noticed you glancing over at the items he held, he cleared his throat. “I got an extra by accident, want it?”

After a moment of hesitation you curtly nodded your head and he took that as an invitation to sit across from you as he slid the cup to your side of the table. “It’s green tea with honey and lemon. Heard it’s good for brain power or something, and I noticed you weren’t in lectures the past week so,” he explained.

“Thanks,” you brought the cup up to your lips and took a small sip, the warmth and flavour of green tea caressing your tongue. It clicks in your brain that he noticed your absence and a warmth spreads across your chest. You’re not sure if it’s from the tea anymore.

It was also then that you realised you didn’t know his name and glanced over at the cup across from yours— the one his slender fingers were holding for warmth— in hopes of catching a glimpse of who the stranger was.

It wasn’t cold enough outside for coats and scarves, but chilly enough to seek out heat in any possible place. Many couples on campus found themselves holding hands in each other’s pockets or sharing those two person gloves, but you, and the stranger across from you, found yourselves caressing paper cups full of warm liquids. You wondered what his drink of choice was and glanced at the cup for far too long, he noticed.

“Peppermint tea, it’s my favourite.” He gives you a soft smile before nudging his chin towards your stack of books. “What’re you reading?”

“Just something for class,” you explain in your usual calm and quiet voice. He found it endearing— the way you didn’t stand out or try to be known. You were quiet, focused and driven, and that was something he never knew he was attracted to until he met you.

You didn’t remember him from before the lecture he was late for, but he always observed you from across campus. The way your hair fell over your face in gentle waves and you stuck your tongue out, focused on scribbling down whatever you had in your mind.

Maybe it was the intelligence he was attracted to, or maybe it was just you.

He taunted. “You always read for class. Don’t you read books just for fun sometimes?”

“I do,” you shrug. You didn’t feel like explaining every detail of your life to him, and it maybe even bothered you a little that he expected you to be an open book that he could flip through and learn whatever he wanted to.

“Alright,” a challenging tone outlines his voice as it hits your ears. “What’s the best book you’ve read recently? Not including whatever’s in your stack right now.”

You took your bottom lip between your teeth and thought about it for a second. “The Bell Jar.”

“Pssh,” he huffed. “Bleak.”

Your eyebrows drew in closer, face riddled with confusion as you tilted your head to the side. “Some people like bleak things.”

The stranger nodded, taking a moment to glance around your set up— the laptop your fingers had so hastily typed lecture notes on was covered in various stickers; your hair was put up in a flower claw clip; your hoodie had a graphic and some words that he could figure came from a song of some sorts. He noticed you added a little blue eyeshadow to the inner corner of your eye and your eyeliner wasn’t sharp, but it was noticeable and suited you well.

He doesn’t know you well enough to draw solid conclusions, but his voice hums in your ears when he says, “yeah, but you don’t seem like the type to.”

—

You kept running into each other— at the library, in lectures, in the campus cafe. It wasn’t intentional, you two just happened to be there, but Lando— you finally learnt his name— took it as fate. He kept trying to convince you that the universe gifted him to you as a way to crack open your shell. You began to believe him.

Over time, you two became friends and you weren’t really sure how it happened. It’s just that Lando never stopped talking to you, never let you fully retreat back into yourself. He made you feel like being quiet wasn’t the same as being invisible.

“You like me,” Lando said one night, as you sat on the steps outside a party neither of you wanted to be at.

You told him that you’d most likely end up leaving early, and he teased you for it. But you went anyway, for no other reason than to spend more time with him. Lando thought it was endearing how you came to the party, despite scowling the whole time.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re tolerable.”

He laughed, nudging his shoulder against yours as his eyes looked over at you trying to hide your smile. “Admit it, you like me.”

You exhale through your nose and let your lips curl up into a little smile. “Fine. You’re not awful.’

Lando smiled at you like you had handed him something precious. He looked out at the street and watched how the night slowly creeped its shadows over the peaceful scenery ahead. There was a feeling in the air that felt awkward, scary and comforting all at once. “Well, for the record, I like you, too.”

You tucked your hands into the pockets of your coat to hide how anxiety had crawled down your spine and nestled in the tremoring taps of your fingers. Lando watched as you stood up and insisted on walking you back to your dorm. As the cold of autumn air creeped down your neck, you found yourselves outside the campus dorms, on the stairs, neither of you making a move to go inside.

Lando’s hands were anxiously balling into fists by his side, and then his fingers stretched out. You noticed his hands a lot. How they were always so present when he’s speaking and trying to explain topics that you didn’t understand or how he would casually touch the arm or back of someone he was speaking to. You noticed it because you noticed everything. He never did that to you.

The question left your mouth before you could stop it. “Why don’t you touch me like you do to everyone else?”

Lando blinked, genuine surprise flashing across his face as he thought of the answer. “I didn’t think you’d like that.”

“I wouldn’t,” you admitted, chin resting on your knees as your arms wrapped around your bent legs. “But still.”

Lando hesitated. He gently observed you— your scarf hid most of your face and your hands were so softly pressed against your calves. Eventually, you felt the soft caress of his knuckles against yours. It was light, barely there, but you felt it in your chest.

“Better?” His green eyes locked on yours as you turned to look at him.

You nodded and he didn’t pull away.

—

You kissed for the first time in his apartment, after an argument.

In the small kitchen of his apartment, as he leaned back against the electric stove and you leaned back on the counter across from him, Lando pinched the bridge of his nose. “Do you even like me?”

You looked up at him with a glint of uncertainty in your eye that pierced him right in the chest. It was all so quick— the feather-soft touches on your waist as he walked past you; late-night study sessions at each other’s apartment or dorm, that usually ended up with the other person staying over for the night; the ‘accidental’ scooting closer to you whenever you sat next to each other during bonding events with your coursemates.

Somewhere in all of that— in the longing gaze at you from across the lecture hall, in the casual inclusion of you in the conversations with his mates, in the words spoken while drowsy with sleep— you started feeling it, too. And your first instinct wasn’t to embrace the feelings and allow your friendship to evolve into something more.

The most logical thing you could’ve thought to do was deny and pull away.

There’s no way Lando actually likes you. You spoke to your best friends, who lived on opposite sides of town, but could tell that Lando genuinely did like you. For some odd reason, you wouldn’t let yourself believe it. You had a habit of pulling away when things got too real, and Lando was a victim of it.

It was unexpected, but the flurry of unexpressed feelings and you pulling away as soon as everything got too real made Lando insecure, scared and lost.

A few weeks ago, he noticed you ignoring his texts, avoiding his eyes when you caught a glimpse of him entering the lecture hall, excusing yourself from activities he’d usually bring you to.

When he finally caught you alone in the halls of your university, he grabbed you by the elbow— gently, of course, but harsh enough to pull you away from the group of people next to you– and forced you to look at him. “You’re avoiding me,” he stated, a slight hint of anger and worry in his voice. “Why?”

“I’m not avoiding you, Lando.” You shook his hands off of your elbows. “I’ve been busy.”

“Busy with what? I know your daily routine like the back of my hand, and at some point, I was part of it.” He sounded hurt, like you pushing him away and distancing yourself actually meant something to him. You thought he wouldn’t notice and that he’d let you go, and things would go back to how they were— you’d be two strangers again.

“You are,” you bit your lip and tried to come up with something to say. “I’ve just been busy, Lando. I took up extra assignments from our professor, I need my grade up.”

“And that’s really it?” Lando crosses his arms over his chest.

You sighed and slumped your shoulders. “Can we please not do this here? People are watching.”

Lando scoffed and shook his head. “Fine. Come over for dinner and then we’ll talk.”

You watched him walk away, knowing you had hurt him more than anticipated. Obviously you pushing him away would’ve upset him, you just never thought that he’d actually care enough to try and pull you back in.

And, fortunately for him, it worked, because now you’re in his tiny kitchen that seems to get smaller every second you don’t speak.

You fiddled with your entwined fingers as you looked down, feeling Lando’s gaze burning into you. Finally, you look up at him. “I do.”

“Then why don’t you act like it?” He begs, hands in the air as he steps closer to you. “Why don’t you show that you like me?”

Something inside you cracked, like a part of your soul has been revealed to him and you had no choice but to let him see it. “I… I don’t know how.”

Lando exhaled sharply before taking your face into his hands and pulling you in. His lips were gentle and softly moulded against yours, not moving until he was sure you wouldn’t pull away.

Meanwhile, you felt like the ground had disappeared beneath your feet. You kissed him back as if you were making up for the time you spent distancing yourself and pushing him away, and Lando smiled against your teeth before pulling you in closer.

—

A week later you found yourself at another party, this time accompanied not only by Lando but also your friend, Blair, who was a good friend of Lando’s as well.

You sat on the kitchen counter with Blair right next to you in her neat, maroon dress and mary janes on her feet. Lando had left you two half an hour ago to go find some of his other friends and catch up, so you weren’t worried about having to leave alone at the end of the night.

Alcohol tasted bitter on your tongue, but even more so when you finally caught a glimpse of the curly head of hair you had begun to miss. He sat snugly on the couch with a girl in his lap, Lando’s lips moving hungrily against hers— completely opposite to all the times he’s kissed you.

You watch them for a minute, then three, then five, and when your ogling reached half an hour, Blair nudged your shoulder. “You could say something, y’know?”

You shook your head. “It’s not like that.”

It’s true. You weren’t together, not really. You two never defined it, never talked about what it was. Lando kissed other people. You pretended it didn’t bother you.

Blair gave you a look. It did bother you. “But it is.”

That night, you went home early. Lando didn’t follow you.

—

You found yourself at his apartment the very next evening. He had asked you to come over and help him study for an upcoming exam, and you weren’t one to turn down someone in need, especially not Lando.

The study session was as normal as usual— Lando’s touch lingered on your arm when he finally understood what he needed to write down; he nudged your shoulder when he noticed you were spacing out; he kept saying sweet things and stealing kisses.

And, as per usual, you two lost track of time and it was too late for you to take a train back to your campus. You were sure the security guards would give you a hard time about coming back to your dorm at one in the morning.

You ended up in Lando’s bed again. Although you two were never intimate. The most that’s ever happened between you two was Lando’s hands up your shirt, before you stopped him. It got too real, you got scared and Lando let it go.

Lando was sleeping soundly beside you as you stared at the ceiling. Except he wasn’t— he watched the silhouette of your face, barely illuminated by the moon behind the curtains.

“Are you in love with me?” He asked, half-asleep beside you. Lando’s not sure what prompted the question, but something in him needed to know that your jealousy last night wasn’t just because.

You just stared at the ceiling. “No.”

It was a while before he responded. Then, in a barely-there whisper, “liar.”

You turned to face away from him, pressing your face into the pillow.

The two of you kept doing this— circling each other, never quite holding on, never quite letting go.

You mustered up the courage to turn around and face him again. He was already looking at you as if he expected it. “Why do you put up with me?”

“What do you mean?”

You exhale deeply. “I’m a difficult person to be friends with, let alone be… whatever we are. Why don’t you just let that go?”

“Because I love you, obviously.” He said it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Your throat tightened. “You don’t have to.”

Under the dim moonlight, still shadowed by thin curtains, you could see Lando’s expression soften as his hand came up to caress your cheek. “I know. But I do.”

You fell asleep before saying it back. Lando didn’t need you to.

—

When it all became too real again— when Lando told you he loved you everyday and you felt the pressure of reciprocation weighing on your shoulders— you started to pull away again. This time, he let you.

Things ended slowly, like a candle burning out and you were the wax dripping into different squiggled shapes until neither of you merged together anymore.

You told yourself that it was for the best. That you were too difficult, too closed off for someone like him. That he deserved someone who could love him, without hesitation or fear.

It’s been a few weeks now, but some nights you lay awake thinking about him. The way he could make anyone feel like they belonged by simply talking to them. The way he had told you he loved you like it wasn’t the hardest thing for you to handle and like it was the simplest truth he could ever have told.

You continued to tell yourself that you did the right thing.

You told yourself this every time you sat in lectures and glanced over at the empty seat beside you, where Lando would slide in all breathless and charming. You told yourself this as you walked past the campus cafe, ignoring how the corner booth you two had claimed as your own was now taken by a couple— one much happier than you ever were.

You told yourself this as you lay in bed at night, staring at the ceiling, trying to convince yourself that you felt free rather than lost.

And you were beginning to believe it. Until he called.

It was late—past midnight—and you were half asleep, blurry eyes watching as Lando’s contact lit up your screen.

Your finger hovered over the screen, hesitant, before pressing accept. For a moment, all you heard was shallow breathing. Then his voice, quiet, unsure. “Hey.”

You sat up, anxiously gripping your blanket. When your silence extended past his expectation, he let out a laugh. Breathy and sad. “Fuck. I shouldn’t have called.”

“Are you drunk?” Your eyebrows furrowed, a pang in your heart so strong that it made you nauseous.

After a while, he admitted. “Yeah, but that’s not why I called.”

You closed your eyes, rubbing your temple. “Lando-“

“No. Just… Just let me say this, okay?” His voice wavered, either with a cry or due to him being drunk. “I know you don’t want this. I know you don’t want me. But, fuck, I don’t know how to stop wanting you.”

Lando heard your breath hitch.

“I keep thinking that one day I’ll wake up and it won’t hurt anymore,” Lando continued, his voice thick with something you couldn’t name. “That I’ll wake up, get dressed, see you in class and it won’t sting anymore. But it does. It always does.”

You pressed a hand to your mouth, eyes burning with unshed tears. “Lando.” Your plea goes unnoticed as he continues.

“I keep replaying it all.” He admitted, voice trembling, a little quieter. “All the times I could’ve said something different, something better. All the times we stayed up at my apartment talking, and you looked at me like I was something you couldn’t figure out.”

You squeezed your eyes shut as your back plopped down against your pillows, tears running down your cheeks and into the fabric beneath you.

“And I wonder if I had just held on a little tighter, would you have stayed? Because I would have stayed for you,” he whispered. “I would’ve chosen you every single time.”

A silence stretched out between the two of you— fragile, breaking, endless.

Finally, he let out a shaky breath. “That’s all from me.”

He expected you to say something. To ramble on and on about how he’s wrong, how you wouldn’t have stayed, or maybe how you would’ve but he just didn’t try hard enough.

Instead, you gripped your phone, knuckles white. There were so many things you could say— that you missed him, that you were sorry, that you had loved him, too— loved him so much that it terrified you.

And fear had always been the loudest in your mind. So you did what you always do, you stayed silent. Lando exhaled, a sound that broke something inside you. “Goodbye, then.”

You were left in the silence and dark of your room, only the ghost of his voice still ringing in your ear. You told yourself that this was the right thing.

—

The next time you saw him was completely unexpected. It was a week after the call.

You had avoided places where you might run into him. Your routine— the one that previously contained Lando— was now a careful and predictable thing. You had meticulously planned it out— arrive to class early, leave early, avoid people who reminded you of him. You thought that if you stayed out of his orbit— that if you were just a distant star— the space between you two could be filled with anything but regret. But that didn’t work.

It was a Tuesday, the sun starting to dip low in the sky, casting long shadows across the campus. You had just finished an afternoon seminar and were heading toward the library, your bag slung over your shoulder, mind focused on the reading you had to catch up on.

As you turned a corner, you almost collided with someone.

Lando.

His eyes widened as he stepped back, as if surprised to see you. There was an awkward beat, a brief second where you both just stood there, locked in a kind of frozen disbelief.

You didn’t know what to say. You hadn’t planned for this moment. You hadn’t expected to see him again—certainly not so soon, and certainly not with that look on his face, the kind of look that made you realize how much distance had formed between you.

“Hey,” Lando said, his voice flat, like he was unsure of what else to say.

“Hey,” you managed, heart racing.

There was a long silence. You tried to read his expression, but it was difficult—like he was hiding something. Or maybe it was just that he was different now.

“I…” Lando started, then stopped himself. He shifted uncomfortably on his feet, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket. “I’m not gonna be around much longer.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “What do you mean?”

Lando ran a hand through his hair, avoiding your gaze. “I’m leaving the university.”

Your breath caught in your throat. “You’re what?”

“Leaving,” he repeated, quieter this time. He finally looked up at you, his eyes heavy with something—something you couldn’t quite place. “I’m transferring. Going somewhere else.”

Your stomach dropped. “When?”

“A few weeks.” He shrugged, like it didn’t matter, like it wasn’t a big deal. But his voice wavered. He wasn’t as casual as he pretended to be.

You felt your chest tighten. “Why?”

Lando looked at you, then away again. “It’s just… not working here anymore. With everything. The classes, the people, the—” He exhaled, cutting himself off, rubbing the back of his neck. “I need a change. I just… need something different.”

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. You had so many questions, so many things you wanted to say. But the words felt stuck in your throat, like they couldn’t escape, like they’d been buried under the weight of too many unsaid things.

“I didn’t tell anyone yet,” Lando continued, glancing at you, then quickly looking away again. “But I thought you should know. I didn’t want you to hear it from someone else.”

You shook your head slowly, trying to process the weight of his words. “So… you’re just leaving?”

He nodded, his lips pressing into a thin line. “Yeah. I think it’s for the best.”

For the best. You felt like you had been punched in the gut. There was no anger in his voice, no bitterness—only resignation, like he had already made peace with something you couldn’t understand.

A lump formed in your throat. “I didn’t know you were unhappy here.”

“I wasn’t. Not at first,” he said, his voice softer now, like he was confessing something. “But… things changed. I changed.”

Your heart twisted. You had been too caught up in your own fears, your own decisions, to see how much he had been struggling. You had let him go without realizing how far he had already drifted.

“I just thought you should know,” Lando repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. “Before I go.”

You nodded slowly, your thoughts spinning. There was so much you wanted to say, but you couldn’t. You didn’t know how to make him understand. How could you explain that you never meant to push him away? That it had been your own fear, your own inability to deal with what was happening between you two that had caused all this?

But you couldn’t say any of that.

Instead, you said something simpler, something that felt inadequate but necessary.

“I’m sorry.”

Lando shook his head quickly, as if brushing off your words. “Don’t apologize.”

A silence stretched out, heavy and suffocating. You felt like you were losing him all over again, but this time, it was different. This time, it wasn’t just about distance. It was about the reality of him choosing to leave.

After a long pause, Lando sighed, his voice breaking through the quiet. “I’m not mad at you. I’m not even…” He stopped, as if he couldn’t finish the sentence. Then, with a small, sad smile, he added, “I just wish things had been different.”

You opened your mouth, but no words came out. You couldn’t find the strength to say anything more.

Lando looked at you one last time, his gaze lingering for a moment, like he was waiting for something. Then, he turned and walked away, the sound of his footsteps fading as he disappeared into the crowd.

You stood there, rooted to the spot, as the world continued to move around you.

And for the first time in a long while, you understood what it meant to truly lose someone.

[saphiccarma]

- Work and Play

Relationships - Agathario x Reader

Summary - Getting your college degree at a young age for endoctrinology was not something you had planned or expected when you were younger. Nor was teaching a class with two hot, married, older women, yet here you were

Warnings: None

A/N: Thank you to the amazing @another-fantasy-world for inspiring this story!! If you haven't already, go check out their fic. But anyways, hope y'all enjoy. also btw, imma try and make this a slowburn ish type situation OH ALSO, there is a reason for Reader's specific degree, y'all will see soon :P

A cold water bottle dangling from your fingertips, swaying in tune with your bag and knocking around the contents, your feet shuffle as you make your way into the large college building. A few students greet you on your way and you return their fleeting words with a curt nod.

Shoes dragging along the floor and leaving slight scuff marks, you focus on keeping your eyes open, forcing them not to droop shut like they so desperately wished to. You really should have opted for coffee this morning instead of trying to be healthier and going for water.

Maybe going out to drink and having a one-night stand at the club wasn't the best idea. Two women with wavy brown hair, similar heights and equally piercing eyes despite being two different colors. Your thighs were still sore, skin covered in finger shaped bruises. A particularly rough hickey stained a dark purple just below your collarbone.

Fishing your keys out of your coat pocket, they jingle softly with the slight shake of your hand as you slide them into the lock. The door opens with a click, the hinges creaking from old age when you push it open.

The room smelled like fresh cleaning chemicals despite the thin layer of dust that coated your desk. You drop your bag, a beige tote that your mother gifted you for your birthday last year. With a small nudge of your foot you kick it under the desk and pull the chair out.

Wheels screeching in protest, the spinning seat is softer than expected as you plop down into it. It feels nice to give your burning thighs a break. You pull out your laptop and set it on the desk, idly pulling up the introduction PowerPoint, letting the familiar slides you've used the past couple years show up before fishing around for the cords that connect it to the projector.

You swear they become harder to find every year.

Ducking under the desk to look for them, you hear a soft knock, "One sec!" you shout, cursing as you bang your head on the table and hurry over to the door. Your fingers curl around the cool metal handle and you pull it open to see Natasha, the Ancient History professor.

"You alright?" she raises an unamused eyebrow, green eyes scanning over your face. You briefly glance at her lips before forcing yourself to meet her eyes, "Heard a crash."

"Uh yeah, just knocked my head on the desk," you shrug, wishing you could will away the slight heat that coated your cheeks now.

She laughs, a soft sound that makes your heart feel warm and coated in a warm blanket. All you can manage in return is a shaky smile as you remember your hookup from last night. Their laugh as they fucked you into a shitty couch and the way they made you melt into nothing more than a puddle.

Natasha clears her throat, snapping fingers in front of your face, "Hey, earth to space cadet, you still alive?"

"Sorry, I'm here. What'd you say?" You blink sluggishly to clear the traces of brown hair and blue eyes from your mind, instead focusing on the woman in front of you.

"I asked if you wanted to go out with me. On a date."

The words short-circuit your brain for a moment, and you lick your lips, trying to force a response past them, but nothing comes out. Instead, you look like a fish, mouth opening and closing as your throat dries up and breath catches in your lungs.

It'd been years since you went on a proper date and now that someone was offering, you had no idea what to say, "I-," you swallow thickly, being a professor at a young age didn't leave you with a lot of free time, "I'll think about it."

Her eyes sparkle and she gives what seems to be an understanding nod, "Of course, I have a dinner reservation at this new restaurant downtown for Friday, so maybe get back to me before then? You have my number, right?"

"Yeah I think I got it at the last potluck," you mumble, offering her a small smile. Your heart pounds and you can't deny the offer is tempting. Natasha was objectively an attractive woman. With her fiery red hair, green eyes that had a way of staring straight through you, down to her toned legs. She mentioned exercising a few times.

Not only that, but she was kind - in her own unique way. It consisted of snarky remarks followed by a polite compliment, tickling your brain just right in a way that made your cheeks visibly tint a soft pink.

Her hand rests gently on your forearm, fingers curling into your coat, "Great," lips, stained with a pale red lipstick, curl into a smile. Natasha pats your arm once, leans in, and pecks you on the cheek before disappearing down the hall. The click clack of heels echoes with every step.

You're left stunned in place, eyes wide as you shakily raise two fingertips to your cheek. Pointer and middle, you press against the spot she kissed you, blinking like an idiot in the doorway. You can feel the faint smudge of sticky lipstick against your skin.

The thudding of your heart drowns out the familiar background noise of the campus - the buzzing of the A.C, chattering of students, the faint chirping of the chickens that were kept outside for some damn reason. You're pretty sure the houses behind the campus had chickens that escaped onto school property, and no one bothered to remove them.

After simply resting in the doorway for a moment, your fingers resting on your cheek, you snap out of it. Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you march back over to desk, determined to get the computer hooked up to the projector before the rest of the students arrive.

It takes some fumbling and troubleshooting, all the while your mind darting to the feeling of Natasha's soft lips pressed against your cheek, but you manage to hook the computer up to the projector, casting your slides onto the big white screen above the whiteboard.

You decided to flip through them one more time, make sure everything is in place and occasionally sip on your water bottle while you wait. The cool liquid does little make the flashes of red hair and green eyes go away, but it does help you concentrate. Somewhat.

Lost in your own head you don't even notice the soft fall of footsteps until a shadow is cast over your head. It takes you a moment to register another person's presence, but you glance up after a moment and immediately, you freeze. Just when you thought your heart rate had slowed, it speeds up again, blood pounding in your ears.

"You're Ms. Y/L/N, correct?" The woman above her, at least seven years older than you, has a silky-smooth voice that cuts through your foggy mind. She looks vaguely familiar but you can’t where from.

Clearing your throat, you can feel a familiar heat rising to your cheeks, "That's me. Can I help you?"

She gives you a small smile, pale pink lips pulling back to reveal the smallest hint of pearly white teeth, "Agatha Harkness," her hand sticks out for a handshake, and you can't stop staring at her veiny fingers, the way they flex around your hand, "I'm taking your class."

For a brief moment you simply take her in, she looks too old to be in college. Wavy brown hair pinned up in a bun, a few strands tugged out to frame her face. A sharp jawline and cheekbones that drew your attention to her eyes. A soft, icy blue color that sparkled under the pale lights of the classroom.

"Pleasure to meet you," you shake her hand, feeling the slight callouses on her fingertips.

Smile widening, Agatha squeezes your hand once before letting go and tucking her hand into her denim jeans. She wore a purple t-shirt, a dark color to match the jeans and a black leather jacket to tie it all together. A ring shines on her left hand, something small and hardly extravagant, but present none the less. You tuck that away in the back of your mind. Instead drawing your attention to the pin on her shirt.

"Where'd you get that?" You jerk your head towards the blue pendant, a white outline and three figures on it, "It's pretty."

Agatha touches it lightly, bringing her ring more into the light. It's a simple band with some diamonds, "Family heirloom." Her tone is curt, clearly not happy with the direction this conversation was taking.

"Got it," you know when to take a hint so you drop the subject, "Why don't you have a seat? You're a little early but class will start soon."

"Thanks hon. Oh you got a little something…right there," Her finger reaches out, brushing against your cheek and wiping away the traces of Natasha’s lipstick.

You blush lightly, clearing your throat in an attempt to rid the nerves that suddenly plagued you.  

The older woman moves to take a seat in the front row, letting her backpack fall onto the floor next to her and pulling out a notebook and a pen. You don't register the slight pet name until she sits down, and your eyes widen briefly, pupils dilating. Agatha notices and smirks down at her paper, writing something down.

Class wasn't set to start for another five minutes so you clear your throat, "Where you from?"

The question falls from your lips awkwardly and you instantly cringe. It's clumsy and so generic - for a second you worry Agatha will laugh. You're not sure why, it's a simple question, but your heart thuds and its hard to breathe.

"New Jersey." Tone softer than before, Agatha's lips twitch at the mention of her home, "What about you?"

"Born and raised here," is your reply, the words slightly less forced this time. You find it easier to talk about home, something you were familiar with. Agatha nods politely along to your response and you fail to see the way her eyes trail over your body.

Instead, you're drawn as more students filter into the classroom, one by one, slowly trickling in as time ticks down. You give Agatha a small smile, just something to end the conversation before turning your attention back to the computer.

Most students choose to sit in the back or in the middle, only the nerds sitting close to the front. But no one sits in the row with Agatha, who merely leans back in her seat, legs crossed and arms resting on the table like she belonged there.

Her eyes meet yours once again, sending your heart racing when she bites her lower lip, sucking it between her teeth. Without even meaning to, you fixate on that, hardly realizing the clock ticking and the others waiting for you to start the exam.

"Ms. It's time to start."

Agatha's voice jolts you out of your stupor, filling your entire body with heat as you internally curse yourself. Hands clenching together, you rise from your seat, moving to stand in front of the class. It takes a tremendous effort to drag your eyes away from Agatha. She's married for Pete’s sake.

"Good morning everyone," your voice comes out slightly scratchy, but the words are ingrained into your head, "I'm Ms. Y/L/N. This course will not be easy, it will be difficult." You take in all the students yet none of them are nearly as stunning as Agatha, no one captures your attention quite like her.

"Attendance is important, I expect you all to show up, as you have read in the syllabus, every class - email me ahead of time if you can't. But what's more important is the tests and essays, as long as you do well on those, I can forgive more attendance-"

The door opens softly, hardly noticeable, but it draws your attention. A woman, around Agatha's age and slightly taller, creeps in. A dark green flannel hangs off her shoulders to show a black sports bra underneath and her sharp collarbone.

A heart attack is likely with how fast it was beating today and all the lines in your speech vanish from your mind. You give her an unimpressed stare as you try and gather the words back together and string a coherent introduction talk.

She gives you a slightly sheepish smile, slinking in and taking a seat next to Agatha. You spot the ring on her finger, nearly identical to her wife's. It hits you like a gut punch but you're not sure why as Agatha kisses her on the cheek and pinches her arm in slight reprimand.

"Mrs..." you trail off, waiting for her to fill it in.

"Vidal," she answers, lips splitting into a grin, "But you can call me Rio, so sorry I'm late."

You're tempted to push it, to ask her to see you after class so you can have a proper talk, but her brown eyes are so wide and so innocent, "Mrs. Vidal. In the future I expect punctuality."

She mock salutes you with a sweet, "Yes ma'am." Leaning back in her seat, Rio extends her legs out, crossing her ankles over each other. Her hair falls in her face and she blows it away, the dark brown strands floating in the air for a moment before landing on her temple.

"As I was saying," you begin again, giving Vidal a pointed look, "Attendance is important. I will not be posting slides online, so if you want to pass you must attend class. If you fail that is on you, not me. That being said, my office is almost always open if you need help."

Most of the students nod, a small murmur rippling through the classroom. Rio's grin widens as she drapes an arm over Agatha's shoulder, causing the other woman to sigh and roll her eyes even as her lips twitch upwards.

A strange feeling tightens in your chest, almost like jealousy before you shove it down. Taking a seat back at your desk, you grab your mouse, ready to begin. Rio's smirk is still wide, brown eyes shimmering with mischief for some reason you couldn't place. And Agatha was still sitting there like she owned the place, tapping her slender fingers along the desk.

As you take a closer look at them, the sight of the two sitting together you- Oh holy fucking shit. The realization slams into and knocks all the wind from your gut in one fluid movement. Inhaling sharply to try and force air into your lungs you dig your finger nails into your palm.

Fucking hell, they were the ones you hooked up with last night.

[mizzmellos]

OKAY HI

I'm a person who indulges a huge majority of death note ships (minus the disgusting illegal ones), and I'm always open to finding more good ones!

Mind explaining why you ship L/Mello? :)

I'm just quite curious ^^

Sincerely,

-Mo

HIIII omfg so this is going to sound so deranged but my wife and I have been RPing them for like literally ages so my brain is clearly very mushy and tainted from this. I don’t know why I feel like I’m about to give a presentation in front of the class or why I’m worried about posting anything on the celibate radiator Mello blog but. LOL. Anyway. *pulling up my powerpoint* ← no but fr you know I’m serious because I’m typing this up on the computer instead of mobile (hence no cute queen Mello emojis).

So I know lots of people focus on Mello’s rivalry with Near as some sort of obsession with Near. I’m not going to go all pepe silvia here but I personally read Mello’s drive as being more narcissistic lol. He wants to be number one → and in his mind, this position is L. They are synonymous. The current L isn’t his competition, but rather the one to impress. Near is just the one who’s threatening to take this thing he wants very badly away from him, and/or (in Mello’s perception, at least) rubbing it in his face/flaunting his position. This really childish anger and cruelty he harbors towards Near is illustrated (TO MEEE) when Mello first gets the notebook and wipes out most of the SPK. ← was a dirt poor kid who beat up a rich girl that pissed me off bc she was always rubbing it in my face so. Yk projection and all.

Anyway, Mello really doesn’t seem to have a desire to be L in the sense of the actual role—his behavior seems really uncharacteristic of somebody who would be able to cooperate with the world’s law enforcement. But I also see him as having absorbed the lessons at Wammy’s on a surface level → he heard them say “yeah, and then L had to kidnap—“ but never heard/ignored the “it was a sort of last-resort deal, please don’t do this.”

Back to the point, (is there a point?) the LABB book (idgaf it’s canon so suck my left nut about it) tells us that they only ever had one conversation, during which L recounted the LABB case, the final fight between L and the real Eraldo Coil and Deneuve, and how L first met Watari when he was eight. ← I think Mello tracked L’s cases religiously. If he found out L was working on a case (which was rare, because details were under wraps, but he was good at sneaking around and eavesdropping on Roger’s calls with Watari), he would try to figure out every little detail he could, just hoping he could somehow help him out. He never did, but that didn’t mean he didn’t try. I also think it was sweet that he would have told Mello about meeting Watari/that Mello would have been interested/how it would have come up. Not in a ship way, but just in a noodle incident way.

Since this is obviously only plausible in the everybody-survives post-kira AU, I always like to think they first meet in-person then, since I imagine their one and only canon conversation was over a computer (as this is how L seems to have most of his interactions throughout the series lol). Mello definitely has a huge crush (but I don’t even want to call it that cause it’s really just a tangle of very confused feelings wires that are all crossed) but he doesn’t even know what L is like at all → it’s a crush on the concept of his existence. I’ve said this before but I think everybody has somebody they would embarrass themselves for and just as Matt would do for Mello, Mello would do for L. It’s not that Mello wouldn’t do a lot for Matt, but rather that he wants to impress L the same way Matt wants to impress him. L has no idea how to perceive Mello/has only heard horrible reports from Roger back at Wammy’s and is pretty concerned that he was blackmailing presidents and taking Kira’s sister hostage. T_T but at the same time, there’s a very small sliver of L that admires this insanity? ← recalling the oneshot (but erasing the human washing machine because I really think they just were sick of our asses atp) L was also a kind of violent and troubled kid that beat on other kids for trying to hug him LOL. I think L has a very strange and sadistic streak the fandom likes to play down in favor of focusing on his cutely autistic stare (which is also very important) but Mello and Near are supposed to represent the two halves of his coin so I think he’d be intrigued by Mello’s motives/methods? Maybe (read: definitely) not approving, but still perhaps a bit impressed by what he managed to pull off. Neither of them knows what to think of the other, cue 1million word slow burn.

I could keep rambling but at this point I’m approaching 1k and I’m getting very worried. LMFAO. I really want to write some of this ^ cuter/softer/pretending to be semi-canon BS (when I say cute I just mean nobody gets kidnapped/I don’t spend 10k describing horrific burns btw) so hopefully you’ll be interested and check that out when I get around to it. :>

Also re-reading and saw that I talked so so much and said virtually nothing I have to be completely self-indulgent and drop some cute post-Kira LMello fluff things bc I love my beautiful perfect wifey <333

+ They play a lot of chess and go, but Mello prefers checkers ← it’s faster, L is way better at go than he is, and L takes 20 minutes for every move in chess if they don’t play with a timer. L always plays black (obviously). I know you’re all going to ignore my sexual checkersposting but Mello tries to balance playing as fast as possible (needs L to know he’s soooo smart) and being as aggressive as possible (needs L to know he’s so strong and cool) ← this is the only way he can win btw. Playing insanely and not thinking too hard. If he follows any common strategies, L can easily counter them. Instead, he just pretends he’s playing with troops like a military general and chases L’s pieces around the board, trying to split them up/corner him/overwhelm him as quickly as possible. It’s pretty rare but when L says “good move.” Well. I shan’t say more.

+ They definitely go to tons of cafes/restaurants and only have desserts/drink fruity wine. Mello loves eating expensive food and L doesn’t necessarily mind being dragged places, even though he would normally just have Watari deliver them to him instead.

+ Mello helps L on cases, but only sometimes. L doesn’t know where he goes when he’s gone, but he always comes back within the week, even if it’s only for a day. ← once and a while he’ll break in through a back door and sneak past L’s cameras just to critique his security systems. L really hates when he does this (shows up silently behind him in a dark room lit by TVs like a serial killer). But he does take the advice to heart and always corrects the problem.

OKAYYY 1.2K I’M OFFICIALLY MENTALLY ILL EVERYBODY! YAAY LET’S THROW A PARTY!!! LET’S INVITE LIGHT YAGAMI!!!

[jerickaas-blog]

MY REFLECTION WHAT I LEARN IN EMPOWERMENT TECHNOLOGY

Empowerment technology is a great idea for students like me, to learn better, understand better and to socialize. Using technology is very convenient and it is easy to use and you get faster information, it is very applicable in education. As a student, I learn better by using technology and empowerment technology is teaching us the way of using technology it gives us information how to be more responsible of using it for good intention and that is by education. I learn so much about empowerment technology it helps us to know more about ICT or Information Communication Technology. I learn about the WWW or World Wide Web, internet, static and dynamic web pages, key features, semantic web, several problems about 3.0, mobile technologies, trends in ICT, mobile OS, how to be safe online, six types of social media, internet threats and many more are the lessons that we tackled and learb about. And these lessons help me, the new generation or the millennials to be responsible enough to use technology in means of education.

Empowerment technology is one of my subject in third trimester. And for the three months of Class Lectures, Projects, Assignments and Performance task, i have learned a lot. more than what I needed. I’am a person who is not techie, yes, I may love to surf the internet that much but that’s all. Doing computer works like Microsoft Word, Microsoft PowerPoint, and Microsoft Excel is not my thing and I hate doing it also. I’m ignorant with its features but then when we had subject, it thought me the things I never knew. I learned also the Key Features of different kinds of web pages. And Empowerment Technology course thought me how to handle the internet with safety and security. It has also taught me the different online platforms tools for Information, Communicaton and Technology Content Development. I also can say that this subject was useful and very helpful because today’s modern world, we shall know how to be within the trend. And right now, technology has a really fast pacing. Whenever, there’s one gadget coming out, different inventions also of gadgets will follow. I’ve also learned a lot in different malwares, adwares and phishing–It made me aware what are the things that could possibly harm my personal gadgets or computer. I can relate Empowerment technology to my life by saying that for example, In the Personal Computer we can download everything that but its just that there is something that we should always be careful of: the Virus. It may cause a greater harm than we ever thought, and Just like in life, when we ask too much, when we download what we want; saying that we didn’t intended to do so, or assuming that we didn’t think of its possibilities and impossibilities, its causes and effects to us, we end up being greedy that it causes harm in our very own selves. I have come to understand that Empowerment Technology made my learning skills more in trend and explore and discover in a looks of a valuable and interesting. Empowerment Technology allowed me to a finer interactivity in order to cope up with the experience of learning based on what I needed. Instead of using the “old way” of learning like writing all the articles in hand-written, we had it using WordPress and it made me, as student, to utilize the material we had-which is laptop- to make it easier.The thought also of Empowerment Technology made my life easy as in this course, we have been educated to do research and so with the help of Internet-as of one of our lectures- it is a powerful tool for it became as way of us, the students to have a active learning and provides opportunities for authentic learning experience.

And so, I thank my subject Mr. Erica Decapia for giving me the things i need to learn throughout this subject that she made me less ignorant with the technology. Five hundred words are more than enough to describe how thankful I am that we had this subject this trimester for us to help to be with one in the trend.

As technology advances, our leisure time is increasing this statement make a rather unreal assumption. It is in our nature to invent, improve, innovate and think of a better ways in order to make solutions in every problems that we might encounter in our daily lives. Nowadays, technology controls everything even ourselves and the things we use to do, everything is changing and technology changes us all. The development of technology will continue to expand rapidly.

Empowerment is the process of becoming stronger, more confident and in control of what might happen while technology deals with the creation and use of technical means and their interrelation with life and society. Empowerment technology help us strengthens our scientific knowledge in order for us to learn how to apply different technology-related information at certain things in our lives.The extent of ICT integrated in the teaching learning process in Senior High School have a positive impact in every student like us especially were taking ABM strand. In our Empowerment Technology subject our activities are to be done through the use of social media, this blog that we create using WordPress is one of these example. For us, it paves the way for self- discovery.

[dailyrandomwriter]

Day 837

Despite the fact that I have worked my job for well over a decade now, and have for a variety of reasons trained/taught people bits and pieces about my job, the database and the software programs I use, I’m still surprised when people come to me with questions.

Perhaps because I keep forgetting exactly how long I’ve worked at the organization. 

As more and more of my older and more experienced coworkers retire or move onto other jobs, I become more and more one of the ‘senior’ workers at this place. However, that’s not the only reason why people come to me with questions.

The other reason… is my age.

Let me explain.

I was born in the 80s, and grew up in the 90s and saw the rise of the personal computer in the 2000s. By the time I had gotten into high school, for a middle class family, it was the norm to own at least two personal computers. I know this, because I had done a school project on computer ownership in high school.

As a result, I became part of the generation that was considered the most computer savvy. We were the reason why a lot of schools stopped teaching things like typing and web searches. By the time I got into university, it was assumed all of this would be common knowledge, because it was just part of our daily lives… and then the smartphone happened. 

When the iPhone first came to market I was in my last year of university, and by the time I graduated, the adoption of the iPhone was so fast that universities were concerned their bandwidth for wireless Internet could not keep up. The hunger for a smartphone became so large that cell phone providers were using the promise of a phone for free to lock people into five year phone contracts. A tactic that is now standard in the industry, and more importantly this ability to own a phone by locking yourself into a phone contract made owning a smartphone the norm.

But it also meant that owning a computer in your personal life, became less and less of a need. After all, you can search the internet, write an email, listen to music and even play games on a phone without a computer. Coupled with the increasing cost of living, owning a computer wasn’t a priority anymore, and a generation grew up without the computer.

Which was probably just as well, because many of the basic office programs I use for work, programs that used to be for free, now cost a subscription to use. If you’re from the generation younger than me, I want you to know, Microsoft Office programs, especially the basic Word, Excel and Powerpoint, used to be for free. 

And even when Microsoft first started requiring subscriptions to those programs, instead of locking you out completely, they used to offer a bare basic version of those programs to use… for free.

As a result, outside of our IT department, I probably have the most experience in using a lot of the software that is standard on an office computer. I even know where to look for that information if I don’t know off the top of my head. In rare cases, I can make leaps of logic from experience to know how to use certain programs. 

Which is how I occasionally end up teaching people tips and tricks on the computer.

[ninjaturtlecosmo]

Little fun fact about Stella, Takumi, Colleen and Trixie is that they're all VERY protective of Lita. Obviously this would be the case since to them, Lita is the baby of the family, but an example of how protective they are is that they don't believe preteens or younger teenagers should be allowed to have smartphones or social media, so, they got Lita a flipphone instead for her 12th birthday so that if she ever got lost somehow wherever they were at, she could call one of them to come and find her. They did take time to educate Lita on why they don't want her having a smartphone yet and how dangerous the internet can be for a kid, in a way where Lita was able to understand their perspective, but when Lita becomes a student at Elmore Junior High and starts to make friends, that leads to this happening one day;

Lita: Oh, hey, you guys want my number? So that way we can all text and talk outside of school?

Penny: Sure! ^^ Here, I'll give you my number first! *pulls out her phone and shows Lita her number*

Lita: Thanks ^^ *pulls out her flipphone and begins typing in Penny's number*

*Everyone goes quiet as they all stare at Lita's phone in confusion*

Lita:..... ? *looks up at everyone* Whats up?

Gumball:...... What is that?

Lita:.... It's a phone. What else would it be?

Leslie: Lita..... I'm pretty sure the only other people left who have phones like that are old people......

Tobias: Yeah, how come you don't have an iPhone or Android like everyone else?

Lita:...... My mom, aunts and uncle Takumi say I'm too young for that kind of phone.

Gumball:...... Huh?????

Lita: They say phones that connect to the internet are a gateway to the possibility of creeps approaching you online, and they don't want to risk my safety, or my brain development being harmed by how addictive social media is.

Penny:....... Well..... I mean, I can understand what they mean if it's websites like Instagram or Twitter, but..... well, we have a local website called Elmore Plus, that one is pretty safe.....

Lita: Is it? My mom says there's creeps just about everywhere you go, anyone in any town you meet could be someone that's dangerous, especially online...... She said she'll consider letting me have social media when I'm 16, but for now, this is the most I'm allowed to have when it comes to phones.

Tobias:*can't help but laugh at this* Wow..... I thought Billy Parham's mom was protective, dude..... Your mom's freaking out about nothing, okay? Look, we've all heard the stories about dangerous people on the internet, but this is Elmore, Lita. No one here is like that, nothing is gonna happen to any of us. As long as you're careful, you're fine!

Lita:..... Is that what you think, Tobias?

Tobias:..... Yeah?

Lita:..... Thanks, you just helped me figure out what I want to do for the social issues presentation project my uncle Steve assigned all of us.

Tobias: Huh?

1 week later

Lita, standing at the front of the class with a PowerPoint presentation behind her: Today I want to talk about social media and the danger it can present to minors. No one in this class seems to take it seriously, in fact all of you think it's weird I don't have a smart phone like all of you do, so I hope this helps to prove a point to everyone.

Gumball:..... Great job, Tobias..... Now we have to get a lecture from a mini Mr. Small about the dangers of something we all use every day.

Tobias:............

*10 minutes of Lita explaining how dangerous social media can be later*

Lita: I can go on, but as per the the project's guidelines, there's only so much I can talk about, so I hope all these stories I shared so far are enough to prove what I'm trying to say.....

Mr. Small:*unable to help the proud smile on his face at how well his niece worked on this presentation*

Lita:..... However, to end this off, I'd like to show you all a clip from a movie that talks about this exact issue. Ladies and gentleman, may I present a clip from Megan Is Missing.

Mr. Small: ????? *has never heard of this movie before*..... What?

Everyone else:*just as confused*

*Cut to outside the classroom, where just behind the door, the horrified screams of Mr. Small and all of the kids inside can be heard.... if you're familiar with the movie Lita mentioned, you probably know what clip she played for them*

Lita: And that concludes my presentation.... Thank you, and please, just accept that I'm not gonna be any of your followers on any websites anytime soon, and that I'm not gonna have the latest model of whatever phone you guys have until I'm deemed old enough for one.

*At this point, no one even seems to care about that anymore as everyone in the classroom just has a look on their faces like they just saw the most horrifying thing imaginable*

[anyathefallenpoet]

My experiences with digital literacy (a class assignment)

I remember being a kid and receiving my first Leapfrog device. I was someone who watched my dad and big brother play video games pretty much every day, so having something that was like it was the coolest thing ever. It taught me how to read and write in a way that was more technological based. I would sound out the words after clicking on them with a pen while the device would play the words for me. It also taught me how to spell, how to read, and what different animals looked or sounded like. Technology wasn’t something I fully understood, it was just something that was there.  

I did not fully understand how important technology was until my first encounter with a cell phone. It was not my cell phone; it was my best friend’s. I thought it was the coolest thing ever. On it, she would teach me how to edit videos and pictures to make them prettier. I understood it was important and I instantly wanted one just like hers. I felt left out because I shortly noticed that all my friends had cellphones and were able to message each other without using a landline.

My parents would not let me get a cellphone just yet, feeling I was too young, so instead they got me a Nintendo DS. It was still technology without the dangers of social media at my fingertips, is what they would say. I instantly learned my way around it, using the chat device to talk to my sister and my friends who also had a Nintendo DS. I was learning how to text without really texting. 

Shortly thereafter I got a GameCube, a gaming device. I played a game called Animal Crossing all the time on it, where I learned about several things. I learned how to communicate with others that weren’t just my sister or friends, even if they were just computer characters.

Speaking of computers, I was given access to the family computer shortly after I got the GameCube. I was finally able to access social media. I didn’t fully understand the dangers of it, I just knew that my friends were all on it. My friends would come over and show me how stuff like that would work. I was so excited; I was finally able to learn how this stuff all worked! I could finally be a cool kid. However, my parents would tell me about the dangers of technology and social media. I didn’t listen to them, all I cared about was being cool like my friends. That was until I took a technology class in my middle school. 

The technology class was supposed to just teach me about how to type and how to use different apps on computers, like excel, Microsoft word, and PowerPoint. I did learn about this, but I also learned from my friends how they were monitored by their parents constantly while they would access their computers, because of some of the horror stories they had heard. I was scared, what kinds of things were out there on the internet that my friends had to be protected from? I felt I could access these things without making the wrong choices now that I knew that my parents were telling the truth.

            I finally got my first cellphone in high school, and I could finally message my friends during the day, especially when we weren’t at school together. I struggled at first with the texting slang that I often encountered with my friends. I often had to ask them to explain what they meant by different things, my typing class made it, so I texted very similarly to how I typed. 

            I got used to my cellphone, and eventually got a touchscreen phone that had access to the internet and social media. This gave me more access to the internet, and I slowly learned the dynamics of it, slang included. I was uncomfortable with social media at first, especially given what I heard from my friends; however, I was able to overcome this. 

When I finally got into college, I received my first laptop, giving me unlimited access to the internet and even social media. It was mainly for schoolwork, but I did use it for social media, even if I barely understood it. This gave me better access to the internet, especially when I didn’t have to pull out my phone to access it anymore.

When I got into my junior year of college, right before the pandemic, I took a class on learning how to type online. With this class came us needing to take up a blog on any topic we wished to talk about. This was my first real experience with learning how to promote things on social media. I enjoyed learning about it, and I ended up coming up with a blog about the history of LGBTQ+. Running this blog and this class helped me learn a ton about what to do online and what can be expected of me when going online.

Eventually, the pandemic started. It shook everyone to the core. We all were suddenly online when we were in person for so long. And, we had to video call instead of being in person. I, thankfully, had experiences with online classes already, but I was still not used to being solely online. I also hated being away from my friends and my partner, going from in-person to online made me feel so isolated. That’s one downside of social media I still haven’t found a workaround with. However, I eventually got the hang of it, thankfully with all my experiences online I was a fast learner.

Shortly after this, I graduated. I was out in the real world and suddenly faced with so many decisions to make. I decided to try out selling stuff on Etsy. I did my research on how to run a shop and I also called on some of my old techniques I learned from running a blog in college. This helped me a ton, and my shop took off quickly. Now, it’s still going great, and my social media pages are going great as well. I have learned a ton from my experiences with digital literacy, and I am proud of where I am now.

[maiji]

[alt text and transcript for images. Comic drawn in pen featuring the three demon generals Shachi, Hokushin, and Kirin from Yu Yu Hakusho in a corporate office-type AU. They are coworkers and wearing business suits. Kirin has a face mask instead of his original metal face covering design.]

S-Class Office Politics Panel 1 A hand gesturing at a line graph going up on a presentation. Shachi: And that's my projection for exceeding sales targets for this fiscal.

Panel 2 Shachi, Sales smugly adjusts the lapels of his suit. Behind him is the gaudy final visual of a 160-slide PowerPoint that reads "Thank you - any questions??????" with bouncing dollar sign animations and pie charts rotating at different speeds. Shachi: Brilliant work, I know.

Panel 3 Hokushin, Project Manager and Kirin, Data Analyst stare back at Shachi. They both look unimpressed at what they have just witnessed. Hokushin is taking notes while Kirin, who has a popped shirt collar and untied tie, sits very casually, an arm resting on his leg. Hokushin and Kirin: ……

Panel 4 Hokushin: …Thank you for the in-depth presentation, Shachi. Moving forward, if you could kindly reply to my emails with your status updates, that would be greatly appreciated- Kirin: Your calculations are bullshit.

Panel 5 Hokushin silently shifts his gaze to Kirin.

Panel 6 Closeup of Shachi glaring down.

Panel 7 Closeup of Kirin, bored and looking for a fight Kirin: The only numbers that make sense are the ones you ripped from my report. And your PPT looks like a 3-yr old put it together.

Panels 8-9 Closeups of an outraged Shachi and an impassive Kirin. Both of them have little line graphs under them labelled "Demon Energy" with rising values. Shachi: You wanna say that to my face, you 24/7 mask wearing freak?! Kirin: I am saying it to your face. At least I think the misshapen blob I'm staring at is your face.

Panel 10 Hokushin, still with the same stoic expression, holds out his hands to either side of him, making a "stop" gesture in front of Shachi and Kirin who are facing off. Hokushin: All right, let's take this conversation offline. I'll send out a status update and we'll touch base at the end of the-

Panel 11 Shachi jabs a finger at Hokushin Shachi: We are offline you smarmy glorified secretary, I'm sick of you and your smug PM jargon!!!

Panel 12 Shachi continues to rant, while Hokushin turns briefly to Kirin, happy to stoke the fire, makes unhelpful comments. Shachi: No one reads your long-winded emails anyways!!! Kirin: Yeah I don't read them either

Panels 13-14 Shachi snatches up Hokushin's pen from the table. Shachi: And who the hell still takes physical notes in meetings instead of using a laptop??!! With a lame overpriced fountain pen like some pretentious old granny to boot??!! He stabs the pen against the table, snapping the tip.

Panel 15 View from behind Shachi's head. Hokushin and Kirin look down at the broken pen.

Panel 16 Hokushin's gaze lifts back up to Shachi, while Kirin's gaze slides over to look at Hokushin.

Panel 17 A very angry Hokushin gets up, with a line graph of his demon energy shooting through his speech bubble and heading for the edge of the page. Hokushin: Oh my god you did not seriously just bend the 18K gold nib on my mother-of-pearl-inlaid fountain pen with apple blossom scented ink Kirin: clapping his hands with glee (oh boy this is gonna be good he he he he he)

Panel 18 Exterior view of explosion at an office building with office grunts standing around outside.

Panel 19: Some grunt: …looks like another senior team meeting broke out in a fight. Other grunt: Guess that's why it's called a breakout room.

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Repostober commentary: Every so often I think of this comic and I chuckle to myself at my brilliance. Hehehe hahaha.

If you enjoyed my demon salaryman snark fantasy, you can read Hokushin and Kirin's post-series canon-compliant adventures (so sans Shachi, alas, if anyone cares) in The Enemy of My Enemy is My Coworker and The Left and Right Hand of the Emperor!!

Demon generals salaryman AU as described in this post.

Hokushin’s pen and ink combo definitely exists in real life in case anyone was interested. I thought about putting more effort into this but OH WELL lmao

I think the individual pages might be a bit long for tumblr because the resolution looks crappy on desktop, but if you view on my tumblr or in mobile (or click on the images individually) it should be OK.

[myhoneststudyblr]

my masterpost | my studygram | ask me anything | how to stop procrastinating series

[click images for high quality]

[transcript under the cut]

Other advice posts that may be of interest:

All About Procrastination

How To Study When You Really Don’t Want To

Common Study Mistakes

7 Strategies to Improve Concentration

How to Make Your Notes Aesthetic

7 WAYS TO POWER UP YOUR NOTETAKING STRATEGIES!

#1 Use your own words

Don't just transcribe lectures or copy word for word out a textbook

By writing notes out in your own words you develop a deeper understanding of the material and you will engage your brain more. This helps the material stick better ready for later revision.

It also means that you will be creating a personalised, powerful record of your material that fits with how you think.

#2 Transform your notes after class

Once you have finished the lecture, write a summary in a different style

If you transform your notes into a summary, diagram or mindmap, you create new retrieval paths in your memory and helps to consolidate the information.

The test also probably won't look like your notes so using and applying your notes by transforming them gives you practice with the material in different formats.

#3 Take notes no matter what

Even if you are given notes, make sure to write your own notes too

You may be given lecture/powerpoint slides or pre-made notes from your teacher, but it is important to remember that this is only a starting point!

Your thinking really matters! That's why it is important to write your own notes too because you can add your own associations, questions and details that might not be captured in the slides. This doesn't have to be completely separate from the notes you were given, because you could, for example, print out and then annotate the lecture slides with your own impressions and ideas.

#4 Take notes by hand if possible

Typing may seem like the easier option but handwriting is usually much better

Notetaking on your laptop can invite multitasking and distract from listening and learning. You can always convert your notes to a digital format later as part of your study process. 

Many studies have also shown that it is better to handwrite notes during lectures and classes as this leads to better recall and thus better performance in tests. This is because, when typing, people are more predisposed to simply write exactly what the speaker is saying, instead of using your own words.

#5 Use consistent abbreviations & symbols

This saves time when writing and can be used to make connections 

One of the most difficult aspects of taking notes during lectures is that you cannot both listen and write at the same time. Abbreviations and symbols help you get information down quickly so you can get back to listening.

Abbreviations mean you can get down the main points but still understand the meaning. There are many common ones but you could also develop your own specific abbreviations related for your course.

Symbols are also useful as you can develop your own personal system which will help to make connections. For example, if you were studying a book for literature, you could create a symbol for each character.  

#6 Be open to trying new things

Challenge yourself to take notes in a new style to find what works for you

There are so many different notetaking methods that you could try out to see what is more efficient depending on the situation and content. Trying new methods also makes your brain more engaged in what you are writing. 

#7 Take notes in all of your learning environments

Don't just take notes from lectures, also take notes during tutorials and class discussions

Lectures aren't the only learning opportunities that you will have. Class discussions and comments from other students are also very valuable because they can help you hear some different perspectives. This can spur and deepen your thinking and understanding, which is why it is important to also take notes during these sessions of any interesting ideas that arise.  

Thank you for reading!

I hope that this will help you boost your notetaking skills and make you more efficient!

[starrystvdy]

undergrad (physics/stem?) tips from a struggling neurodivergent

i’m finishing my degree this year so i thought i’d share some of the things i’ve painstakingly and slowly learnt over 4 years of studying physics at university. i started out by failing foundation mathematics, then all of my first year physics modules, but despite never having to go back and pass these basics (thanks covid) i’m somehow doing well in third year. so, here is my wisdom:

[disclaimer: of course, the way i study will definitely not work for everyone so only take the parts that resonate. this is not the healthiest way to study, but rather how i personally am getting through such a hardcore course with limited physical and mental energy.]

past exam papers. look for patterns and types of questions that are asked often, and focus on understanding those. if you’re lucky this could be all you need to get a great grade.

don’t worry about understanding whats going on in lectures. sitting in lectures and not knowing what the hell was going on used to stress me out to the point that i stopped going, but i found that actually, just turning up and calmly copying down the maths and notes without understanding them really helped me piece it all together later, on when studying on my own.

similarly, i find copying out the notes without trying too hard to understand them to be very helpful. it is very time consuming, but worth it when no information will sink in by just reading through the notes. even if you still don’t understand it all after writing it out, you now know what information is covered, where to find it, and you hopefully have it in a clearer, more interesting to look at format to help you later.

learn on your own terms. don’t listen to what any other people say about how you should study. you know what works for you. its always stressed here how important it is to go to lectures and tutorials, but i know that for me, a lot of the time my energy is better used by staying at home and teaching myself in a calm, comfortable, low pressure environment.

hyper-organisation. have as many planners as it takes to keep a grasp on time and schedules and deadlines. i have a bullet journal, a pre-made planner to scribble in, a planner and tables of dates and deadlines on notion, as well as sticky notes above my desk reminding me of the main things i should be working on at the moment. keep it all in front of you where you can see it, or make it easy to access. 

create a nice environment. this is possibly the most important part. make it so that sitting down to work is enjoyable, and setting up doesn’t take valuable brain power. playlists of background music ready to go, everything you need nearby and organised and easy to access.

ask for adjustments, extensions, ECs. i’m still not good at this, but it can really make all the difference. when you can’t complete something in time or the thought of doing a thing alone makes you feel like dropping out, its always worth asking if something can be done to make it easier for you. (for instance i usually skip presentations and  take the 0 but after asking, i have been allowed to make videos instead and sometimes even just make the powerpoint and write out a script.)

a consistent sleep schedule would be great, but don’t sweat if your class schedule makes it difficult. i work best at night, but lectures mean i have to wake up early in the morning. i have tried going to bed early and while that made waking up and going to classes easier, without my nighttime productivity i got way behind on everything. so instead i let my body do what it wants when it wants, which usually means sleeping less at night along with naps in the day and a lot of catch up sleep at the weekend.

caffeine can be your best friend or worst enemy. use it wisely. (i owe my second year grades to the ginger monster energy flavour)

know when to push and when to rest. sometimes you know its just executive dysfunction stopping you from getting things done, in which case gently push yourself to keep working. even if you don’t manage much, any amount of productivity is good. but on the other hand, if you keep trying and trying and its still not working, thats probably a sign you should stop. if you don’t make time for rest, your body will take it for you. 

on that note, if you really can’t focus, stop to think about whats actually wrong. sit still, relax for a moment and zone in to yourself. is it because you’re hungry? cold? understimulated? do you not have all of the materials you need right in front of you? it could be something as simple as the lighting being off, or things being in the wrong place on your desk. 

break it down. when i’m stuck, most often the problem is that i don’t clearly know what to do next. break tasks down into steps, and then break those down again until you have small tasks you can easily face. baby steps are the way to go. 

something is always better than nothing! you don’t have to put your all into everything. if you’ve got 60% to give on an assignment, thats great. even 40%, 20%. handing in something bad and unfinished is still worth it, and sometimes all you need. 

in short, just be gentle with yourself. go at your own pace and do things in the way that works for you. you’re doing your best. there will be ups and downs, but if you keep going, no matter how slowly, no matter how much it may seem like all is lost, you’ll get there eventually. 

[tsukishumai]

pairing; suna rintarō x gn!reader

wc; 700+

genre; fluff, established relationship , unreliable narrator

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Actions speak louder than words.

That had always been the case with Suna Rintaro.

Would you have liked a boyfriend that showered you with flowery prose and fluffed up sonnets about his everlasting love for you? Of course.

Would it be nice if, once in a while, Suna could post a photo of you and caption it with something sweet instead of “my potato is looking like a hot French fry”? Definitely.

But Suna’s love manifests itself in different ways.

So when Suna visits you in between classes with your favorite drink just because he “had no practice today and had nothing better to do”, you can taste the subtle “I missed you” in the sweetness of your beverage.

And if Suna cups his hand on the side of your neck, smiling as he stares down and gives you a gentle peck on the nose, you can see the affection you feel in his eyes.

And even though Suna grumbles and complains and bites out “no actual sane person needs to go get burgers three in the morning”, he’s dressed in sweats and a hoodie when his car pulls up just ten minutes later. He rolls down his windows and screams “Hurry the fuck up!” and you’re grinning because that’s how he says he’ll do anything for you.

Suna Rintaro’s love is loud through his actions.

But that doesn’t mean you don’t hear it in his words.

“Suna,” you remember hearing Atsumu’s voice through the phones receiver, and you pretend to ignore it.

“What?” Suna takes a sip of his coffee, giving you a pointed look when he notices you stopped typing out your paper.

“We’re meeting up at the bar in a bit,” Atsumu asks loud and clear, “See you in fifteen?”

“We can’t,” Suna replies, “We’re busy studying.”

‘We?’ You mouth out to him, and he just waves you off.

Though the invitation was meant only for him, Atsumu doesn’t miss a beat.

“Quit using y/n as an excuse, I know you’re just watching ‘em,” Atsumu tries to retort but Suna interrupts him.

“We gotta go, byeeeee,” Suna hangs up, and there’s a smile on your face as he glares at you.

“What? Get to work.”

For the rest of the night, Modern Literature became just a little bit easier to study.

“Where’d you put our wallet?” You remember him asking once as he fiddled through every drawer in his apartment, and your head tilts at his verbiage.

“You mean your wallet?” You say, standing up and walking over to the desk tucked in the corner of his living room.

“Isn’t that what I said?” He says while he watches you pull his wallet out from beneath a pile of contracts he was supposed to read.

“You said ‘our’ wallet,” you chuckle and shake your head, and Suna grabs it from your grasp.

He shrugs his shoulders before he opens the door, giving you a kiss on the cheek as you walk by.

“What’s mine is yours, or whatever right?”

You giggled when he smacked your butt on the way out, and there were hearts in your eyes throughout the entirety of your dinner date.

The most memorable, however, happened in the aisles of a grocery store.

He picked up a set of floral decorated chopsticks as the both of you perused through the multitudes of dishwater, and he presents it to you nonchalantly.

“We should get this one for our place, huh,” and he says it with such a monotonous tone that you were sure he wasn’t paying attention.

“Your place,” you correct him just as you do every time the word ‘our’ slips, “It’s your apartment.”

“Okay, then how about we make it ours, then?” Suna drops the set of chopsticks in your basket, and you blink at him twice.

“That’s funny, Rintaro,” you try to keep your cool by picking up a wooden bowl, flipping it over and inspecting the price.

Your fingers twitch when Suna grabs the bowl out of your hand.

“I’m not joking,” he returns the wooden bowl, and links his fingers with yours.

Without another word, he leads you down towards the dessert aisle.

“Come on,” he tugs you faster, “We’re running low on jelly sticks.”

And as much as you would have liked him to list out ten thousand things he loves about you, or maybe create a PowerPoint presentation of all the reasons why you should live together — you couldn’t have imagined it any other way than this.

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rbs v appreciated <3

[itsallyscorner]

hey. can u do part 2 to the’ Being a High School Student on A Marvel Set’? :)

💌

Period Buddies

Pairing: platonic!Sebastian Stan x teen!reader, platonic!Anthony Mackie x teen!reader

Summary: I’m currently on my period so I wrote this to help me cope:) Basically Anthony and Seb being the biggest and supportive guys to you during your period:)

Warnings: Umm not much, some mentions of blood and periods.

Hello my love!💞 Thank you for the request! I was actually planning on making another ‘High School student’ fic with the Marvel cast, so I decided to use that idea for this request! I hope you like it🥰 Also sorry I haven’t uploaded a fic in a while; I was lacking motivation to write and school was pretty hectic😭 Thank you for your patience my loves x

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fluturaș - little butterfly

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You were laid out along your couch in your trailer, a fluffy Sherpa blanket wrapped around you and your head resting atop two soft pillows. You were laid on your stomach, the pressure of the couch slightly helping with the stinging pain in your lower abdomen. Your geography teacher was teaching via Zoom, though your laptop was on the coffee table that was inches away from you; knowing you weren’t feeling your best, you’ve decided to stay on the couch for school and moved the table closer to the couch so everything was within your reach. You had been lazily taking notes—or attempting to with the remaining energy you could muster up.

You had been surprised by the devil himself when you woke up earlier today at around six in the morning. You knew your monthly was coming; with the constant cravings, body aches, and the newly developed pimple gracing your face, your period was around the corner. And you were right, a dark red stain was splotched onto your white floral bedsheets when you woke up today. What a way to start the morning.

Yes, no woman ever felt their best during their period. You were always bloated, hungry, and blood was constantly flowing out of you, yet you were still expected to show up to both work and school. Not to mention, the pain you were currently enduring was making it really difficult for you to to focus on anything. Your teacher’s voice seemed to fade into the background as your body was blinded with the stabbing pain in your lower abdomen. You may have been overreacting, but everything just hurt.

Geography was your midway class, meaning that you were halfway through your school day. Which also meant that you were soon to be called to set. You had a lunch break and some time to do your homework, but either way you still had to get to set. Usually you’d be antsy to get the school day over with, practically buzzing to get to get into your costume and do some stunts with your two favorite guys on set. Although today was different, the thought of heading to set and being active felt dreadful. You just wanted to curl up into a ball, snuggle into your Sherpa blanket, and take a well deserved nap.

Your teacher’s voice was interrupted by a knock on your door. Already knowing who it was, you let out a faint “come in” to the two men outside your trailer. A second passes before your trailer’s door slowly opens and Anthony’s head pops from behind it. His sparkling yet dark brown eyes and toothy grin etched onto his friendly features. Sebastian pops up behind him, an equally wide smile on his face as he wiggled a white take away box in the air.

“What’s up buttercup.” They cheerfully greet you.

Though both of the men’s smiles drop once they see you bundled up on the couch. Anthony fully enters your trailer, Sebastian following suit. Approaching your little set up, Anthony glances at your laptop.

“Isn’t your camera on? Did your teacher allow you to attend school like this?” He asks you. He knew you were a responsible kid and had no troubles keeping up with your education. But that’s the thing, you were still a kid. Having kids of his own, he knew how unmotivated children can get in the middle of the school year and the laziness that came along with it. Seeing you lounging on the couch while your teacher was lecturing was just a bit concerning for him.

You stiffly nod, “My camera’s off. I just don’t feel good.”

The last sentence catches both of the grown men’s attention. Sebastian rounds the corner of the coffee table and hovers over you, observing your face. He softly places the back of his hand onto your forehead, checking for any alarming warmth.

“You’re a bit warm, but it’s probably because of the blanket.” He mutters, choosing to sit on the arm rest of the couch. “You alright, fluturaș?” He looks down at you in concern, lips tilting down into a small frown.

Anthony had settled beside your feet, one of his arms using your ankles as an arm rest. Strangely enough his arm brought you comfort instead of adding to the ache in your legs.

“I’m just—I’m on my period.” You mumbled in response. You wait for the awkward tension to build but it never came. You glance at the two men and see the realization settle in them.

“And I have really bad cramps at the moment, that it’s just hard to do anything. So I decided to stay on the couch today.” You explain with a slight shrug. They didn’t understand the pain you were going through, but they understood what you meant. While the both of them had female friends and what not, they were somewhat aware of what you were going through.

Anthony claps his hands to his thighs, “Alright, it’s ok to give yourself some rest. You just relax and listen to whatever your teacher’s going on about.” He motions to your laptop and continues, “Is there anything we can do to help you?”

While taking down notes, you momentarily glance at them, “No it’s fine, you guys already brought me food. Thanks, by the way.”

They didn’t want to leave you alone, you were clearly not feeling well and they both wanted to do something. They couldn’t do anything about the pain from your menstrual cycle, but they can help distract you from the pain.

“No, we’re gonna help you. Have you eaten ever since breakfast? I’ll spoon feed you if I have to.” Sebastian insists. You thought he was joking, but when you looked at his face he was serious.

“I had a brownie—wait, aren’t you guys supposed to be filming?” You question the both of them.

“Something went wrong on set so now we have a few hours or something till they figure it out.” Anthony answers, scrolling through his phone. He abruptly stands up to his feet and heads towards the door. You and Seb send him a questioning look.

“I’ll be back.” With that he pulls your door open and jogs out, leaving you and Sebastian in your trailer. You decide to tune back into your class, resuming to take down notes from the slides your teacher shared. Suddenly, a large hand gets in the way of your notebook.

“Gimme that.” Sebastian takes the pencil and notebook from you, placing them on his lap and staring at your screen. His eyes scan the PowerPoint, looking for the part you left off on. He hums when he finds it and began to write the notes himself.

“What are you doing?” You raise a brow at him, scanning his appearance. He was dressed in Bucky’s clothes, minus the black and gold ‘metal’ arm. He was still sat on the arm rest, slightly slouching so he could bend down to use his lap as a table.

“I’m doing your notes for you.” He answers nonchalantly. He motions to the white take away box on your coffee table, “Eat your lunch, I got this.”

You hesitate to sit up, feeling bad that Sebastian was doing your notes. Though, he did insist on doing it and you weren’t feeling your best. After an internal argument with yourself, you decided to let it slide and let Sebastian do your notes. Besides, he looked like he was enjoying taking notes on agriculture regions and the different types of farming.

“Are you sure, Seb?” You ask him again, slowly sitting up on the couch. He responds with a distracted ‘mhm’, his eyes focused on your notebook and his tongue sticking out in concentration. You quietly thank him and get up to use the bathroom.

While you were gone doing your business, Anthony had entered your trailer again. This time he had a plate full of brownies, a medium sized cup of ice cream from the vending machine, and one of those red hot water bottles in his arms.

“Where’s the kid?” He balances the things in his arms while carefully placing the plate of brownies onto your coffee table. Anthony locates your mini fridge and stores the ice cream in the freezer.

“Bathroom.” Sebastian acknowledged, still focused on writing the notes correctly in your notebook. He made sure to write neatly and copy the way you organized your notes. Saving you the hassle of missing out on important parts of the lesson and from decoding his personally sloppy writing.

Anthony empties his pockets to reveal more of your favorite snacks from crafties and the vending machine. “So...what are you doing?”

“I’m in geography class.” Anthony snorts at his friend before taking a look at your laptop screen, “And what are y’all learning in geography class?”

“Pastoral nomadism.” Seb bluntly answers. With his arms now free of the items he brought, Anthony decided to tidy up your couch. He folded your blanket neatly, fluffed your pillows, and made space for Seb to actually sit on the couch.

“What the hell is pastoral nomadism?” Anthony thought out loud.

“It’s when people travel from place to place with domesticated animals. It’s usually practiced in dry land climates.” Sebastian explains, eyes never faltering from the screen or your notebook. Anthony let’s out a sound of approval at Seb’s explanation. When he was done cleaning up your couch, he took the white take away box and headed to your kitchen. Emptying the contents of the container onto one of your plates, heating the food up for you.

You walk into the kitchen section of your trailer, shutting the bathroom door behind you. A delicious aroma lingers in the air, your nose picks up on the smell, sending it straight to your stomach. In response, your stomach lets out a low growl, making Anthony snicker at you.

“I’m heating up the food.” Anthony mentions as you pass by him. You thank him with a small smile as he gently nudges his shoulder against yours.

“Want me to make tea or something? I heard it helps reduce the cramps.” You raise a brow at him amusingly, “Where’d you hear that?”

“I read it on Google. You know, research, gotta make sure our girl’s comfortable.” He proudly tells you. Your heart warms at the fact that both him and Seb were willingly helping you while you were in pain. The microwave dings catching both yours and Anthony’s attention.

As he gingerly takes the plate out he asks you, “You wanna eat at the table or the couch.”

“The couch, I still wanna listen in on the lesson.” For a moment you forgot that you were supposed to still be at school, taking notes, and listening to your teacher teach the lesson. You enter the living room and sit next to Seb, who’s hand was digging into your pencil case.

“Want me to take over?”

“Nah, I got it, I’m too invested to stop. Which one?” He held up three of your highlighters, one was light blue, another was a peachy pink, and the other was a typical yellow highlighter. You grin, picking the peachy pink one. He tosses the other two back into your pencil case and uncaps the highlighter. While your teacher wraps up class, he began to highlight the new terms from today’s class.

“Here ya go.” Anthony sang; grabbing a pillow, placing it onto your lap, and carefully setting the plate of chicken teriyaki fried rice on top of it. You happily thank him and began to dig in. He slumps onto the couch beside you, “Tell me if you need anything else. I’ve got ice cream in the freezer, brownies, a hot water bottle, and a whole box of tea.” He throws his arm around your shoulder, letting it rest against the back of the couch.

You pause your eating, pouting at the two men beside you, “You guys really don’t have to do this. But I appreciate it so much, thank you.”

Seb looks at you over his shoulder, sending you a sweet smile, “Anything to make you happy, fluturaș.”

Anthony squeezes your shoulder, “Anytime munchkin, starting today till you’re not a ketchup packet anymore, Seb and I’ll be your period buddies.”

You snort shaking your head at him, “Again, I appreciate it Ant, but please don’t call yourselves period buddies.”

“What’s wrong with period buddies? You’re on your period and we’re all a bunch of buddies. It makes perfect sense!” Anthony reasoned defensively. Seb looks at the both of you over his shoulder again, “I like period buddies.”

“See! Thank you.” You playfully rolled your eyes at the two. “Fine, period buddies it is.”

Your geography teacher wraps the lesson up and ends the Zoom call. Seb shuts your notebook and puts it to the side. Clapping his hands, he asks you, “Alright, what class do we have next?”

“Calculus.” You smirk, followed by the groans of Anthony and Sebastian filling your trailer.

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[nathanbatemanfucker]

7 Minutes in Hell Pt. 1

summary: hotch befriends college freshman reader and they end up playing 7 minutes in heaven at a frat party. and well…angst ensues.

pairing: fem!virgin!reader! x fratboy!hotch

warnings: 18+, explicit language, angst, oral sex (fem receiving)

AN: requested by a bestie, this is wayyyyyy longer than it needs to be but i just love college hotch so much my imagination just takes over. hope this does “7 minutes in heaven” justice. this is posted in two parts because it’s long and my dumbass couldn’t figure out tumblr mobile. if there are typos don’t @ me.

word count: to come

It started on the first day. You sat down in your assigned seat in anthropology class on death and dying and glanced over at the name tag on the table next to yours. It read:

Aaron Hotchner: Sophomore in Criminology and Political Science

There’s no surprise that he’s older than you, you’d taken most of the general classes incoming freshman take your senior year of high school which landed you here. You pull out your laptop, powering it up and opening a document to take notes. This professor didn’t share his powerpoints or notes beforehand so you needed to be ready to type every word he would spew. Taking a sip of your chai, you glance at your watch. Class started in less than 3 minutes and your partner was nowhere to be found. When the clock hits 9 a.m. a young man bursts into the room, giving the professor a sheepish smile before taking a seat next to you. He has silky dark hair that’s pushed back by a pair of sunglasses. Even though it’s mid August he’s wearing a leather jacket over his white t-shirt which is tucked into his light wash jeans. He’s gorgeous and that’s putting it lightly.

Leaning over and holding out his hand for you, he whispers, “Aaron.”

You take it, shaking it firmly. “Y/n.”

He doesn’t let go of your hand, tightening the grip he has on it. “How many classes do you have today, Y/n?”

Glancing at him quizzically you whisper a reply. “Two more.”

“Free tonight?”

“Um, in theory.” You flush at his question, taking your lip in between your teeth.

“In theory, let’s get coffee.”

You didn’t know this guy, you couldn’t just go out with him after knowing him for all of 2 minutes. “Sorry, I don’t drink coffee.” It wasn’t a complete lie. You preferred tea any day but sometimes coffee was the only thing that could do the trick.

He shrugs, undeterred. “Then let’s get whatever you drink.”

“To work on the project?” You try to clarify his motives.

“Will that get you to say yes?”

“Having fun, you two?” You look up to see the entire class’ eyes on you and Aaron and you wish the ground would swallow you to save you from this embarrassment.

“Sorry, professor.” You gulp loudly, finally pulling your hand out of Aaron’s. The professor goes back to lecturing but Aaron doesn’t let up.

“Will that get you to say yes?”

“I’ll say yes if you let me focus, we’re missing notes.”

“Give me your number, I’ll call you.”

That’s how you ended up spending half of your free time with Aaron. Most of it you did spend studying or working on the project assigned at the beginning of the semester. Nonetheless, it was a lot of time. You came to prefer spending time with him instead of you roommate Macey and that must’ve been the case for him as well as you were constantly in his room at the frat house, at the park, or in a booth of a coffee shop together.

*

Three months. It had taken Aaron three months to convince you to come to one of the frat parties that was hosted in his house every Saturday night. You had avoided them like the plague but he agreed if you went to this one that he’d stop begging until the end of the year party.

It's warm for a November night and you’re grateful as you step out of Macey’s car. Thanking her you nervously wiggle your knees as you look up at the noisy frat house crawling with students. You’d been here more times than you can count in the past three months but this was different. You were nervous. Looking down at your outfit you can’t help but wonder will Aaron will think. It’s a bit out of your comfort zone but Macey had convinced you to wear a very short and very tight skirt that hugged your hips. You felt surprisingly hot but still a bit self conscious.

“Y/n/n!” His voice comes from the roof and you look up to see him there. “I’ll be down in a minute!” He calls out to you. Much to your horror you watch him walk to one side of the house and scale a tree down for the yard.

“Aaron, don’t ever do that in my presence again.” You scold as he engulfs you in a hug.

“Fine, fine. You look great, let’s go inside and get you a drink. Thanks for coming.”

“Mhmm.” You hum begrudgingly. He had practically begged on his hands and knees for you to come.

Once inside you are reminded why you’ve never been to a party. It’s the definition of overstimulation. Hot and stuffy. It smells of a multitude of perfumes, pizza, and alcohol. There are far too many people in this mid sized house, if it wasn’t built correctly you’re sure it would collapse. It’s dark and bright at the same time, the strobe lights make it feel like you’re blinking every second. Clinging to Aaron is your only solace as you brush through the crowd to the kitchen.

“Hotch!” A voice calls from across the kitchen. You turn towards the voice and see his friend Derek and a pale, lanky guy standing next to him.

“Derek! You've met Y/n before.” The two men do some sort of handshake. You notice that Aaron makes no move to shake the other guy’s hand, opting for patting him on the shoulder.

“I was wondering when you were finally gonna bring her to a party. You’ve never met my brother, Spencer. ” Derek nudges Spencer in the arm.

Spencer gives you a tight lipped smile. “Uh, nice to meet you. I can see the confusion on your face, we're not blood related, I'm adopted."

“Thanks for the explanation. I can tell this isn't your scene, right?” You ask as you assess him and he shakes his head softly. “Mine either.” You give him a warm smile and his grows to match yours.

“Hey, Naomi, Jenna and Layla are here.” Derek rubs his hands together, licking his lips.

“Who are they?”

“Nobody you need to worry about.” Aaron shoots Derek a glare that you don't understand.

The night progresses in a more fun manner than you anticipated. Aaron somehow convinces you to dance with him and you blame it on the two beers you consumed in quick succession. It feels good to break a rule or two and to let go for once. Would you end up telling your grandparents about this when you went home for break? Maybe once you weren't still depending on them for room and board.

Though you're having a great time and enjoying the feeling of Aaron's warm body against yours a little too much you notice the glares and side eyes you get from other girls dancing around you. You knew that Aaron was a hot commodity, it was one of the reasons you kept your budding feelings for him at bay. Budding was maybe too lax of a word. Whatever you felt for him was strong, but you'd never felt this way about anyone. You decide to focus solely on having a good time, saving sorting through your feelings in depth for another time. Another time when you weren't flushed and breathless from smiling and giggling with the man in question.

Eventually the party dies down and there are a handful of you playing 7 minutes in heaven while others talk in the kitchen. If you weren't with Aaron there was no way you would be playing this, but he made you feel brave and he didn't treat you like you were some young girl who started college. Granted, he wasn't much older, but it still meant something to you.

“Alright, Y/n spend the bottle!” Derek yells.

You hesitate for a moment and look at Aaron who just gives you a reassuring smile and small nod. You’re hoping it’ll just land on him so the two of you can go in there and talk for a moment, your social battery was draining and you didn’t want to have to awkwardly turn down anybody here. It’s like your prayers are answered because when you spin the bottle it stops directly on him. Everyone hoots and there are a few “oos” that float through the air but you’re not worried. Aaron was your friend, just your friend. At least that's what you kept telling yourself.

“Come on Y/n/n.” He stands and holds out his hand. You grasp it and he guides you like he has many times before.

The worry that wasn’t there just moments ago flourishes within you, because as soon as the door closes there’s this tension, so thick it could cut through a knife. You’re confused on why it’s never been there before, why you’ve never looked at him the way you’re looking at him before and vice versa. There’s no denying that you had fantasized about being with Aaron. Your fingers running through his hair, your mouth against his, his scent intoxicating. But before this you had always been able to keep it under control.

You hoist yourself up on a dresser in the closet and he leans against the door, his gaze unfaltering. You realize at this moment that maybe he’s always looked at you this way. The look isn’t unfamiliar, you’ve seen it at least once or twice while studying in his bedroom or sitting in the back of his truck. Why had it taken you so long to recognize that? And why were you so hellbent on making him say it? It must be the alcohol.

“What?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Nothing.”

“Do you-“

His face reddens as he cuts you off. “We don’t have to do anything, Y/n/n, I didn’t expect us to do anything, I know you just want to be friends.”

You’ve never seen him like this. He’s usually witty and confident, always poking fun. This Aaron Hotchner is different. Nervous.

“Aaron, what do you mean, I want to be friends? What about you?”

“You thought I brought you chai with an extra pump of vanilla and your favorite pastry every morning because I want to be friends?” He asks in a soft, frustrated voice.

“You know I’m new to this whole guys being interested thing, cut me some slack.”

“Y/n, when do I hold your hand?” He closes the space between you, planting his hands on the outside of your thighs.

“W-what?” You lean back slightly, taken aback by his proximity like you hadn’t been dancing against you all night.

“When do I hold your hand?”

“Always, but I don’t see what that has to-“

He kisses you then, slow and sweet, his mouth molding to yours in the most perfect way. He tastes like beer and pizza, and the faintest hints of the cigarette you now know he snuck while you were in the bathroom earlier. He was going to pay for that, but not right now. Not while he kissed you until the world stood still and your head started spinning.

Breathless, you pull away. “I’m sorry I didn’t realize you’d be interested.”

“There’s no need, I think we figured it out.” He whispers as he trails kisses down your neck, sucking and biting at the skin there. He’s planted firmly between your legs and you feel his erection teasing your core. His hands roam all over you, caressing every inch of your breasts and hips and you can’t help the moan that escapes you. “Shh, baby, don’t want them listening.”

“Mmm.” You moan as he smashes his lips against yours again. Somehow he’s needy and gentle at the same time, his tongue slipping into your mouth yet again. You both explore every inch of each other’s mouths and you feel his hands slip down your body and up your skirt, pushing it up. His hand ghosts between your thighs hesitantly and you nod against him, not wanting to break away from the kisses. He drops to his knees and is about to pull your panties to the side when you look down at him. “Wait, Aaron, I’ve never-“

“It’ll just be my mouth, baby, is that okay?” He looks up at you, his eyes shining with a hunger you’ve never seen in anyone’s eyes before. Completely speechless, you nod. “I need words, I need to know you’re okay with this.”

“Yes, I want this.” You breathe and he peels your panties off, dropping them to the floor.

He doesn’t give you time to change your mind because his mouth is attached to your clit in an instant. It’s nothing you’ve ever felt before, his wet mouth caressing your clit and folds delicately. You’d gotten yourself off plenty of times but there was nothing that could’ve prepared you for the feeling of Aaron’s tongue against you. With each lap of his tongue he pulls a moan out of you, though you’re fighting so hard to stay quiet. It’s difficult, you’ve never felt pleasure like this before and you’re adjusting.

“As much as I love hearing you, you have to be quiet, sweet girl.”

“I’m…trying…but it feels…” You gasp out, squeezing your eyes as you throw your head back.

“Am I making you feel good?”

“Yes, fuck, yes.”

“Shhh, hush, baby.” One of his hands that is holding you firmly against his mouth travels up your body. He glances up at you to make sure your mouth is open before he slides two of fingers in, his thumb gripping under your chin. Your moans are muffled by his fingers and he hums against you in approval. “That’s better.”

“Please, Aaron.” Your words are muffled by his fingers but by the smile you feel against you, you know he understands.

“What? You wanna cum?” He teases, locking eyes with you.

“Yes, yes, yes, please.” You chant lowly.

Instead of telling you to cum with his words, he uses his actions. He starts to dip his tongue into you at a feverish pace, and one of his fingers comes to rub circles into your clit. The dam inside of you bursts, flooding you with pleasure. The moan that leaves you is so loud that Aaron takes his fingers out of your mouth and clamps his entire hand over it. You twitch and writhe as you come down from your high, groaning against his hand.

“One minute!” Someone from outside yells and it snaps the two of you back into reality.

Aaron releases you and grabs your panties, helping you into them quickly. You can’t bring yourself to look at him, but his hands cup your face making you look at him. His pupils are dilated, his mouth shining with your arousal.

“Was that okay?” He asks softly.

“Mhmm.” Is all you can manage before you lean forward to kiss him. He tastes of you, salty.

“Alright, times- well well well, looks like I interrupted something.” Derek has a knowing smile across his face and everyone is peeking in behind him.

“Piss off Derek.” Aaron grumbles while helping you off the dresser. His arm is tightly around you when he pushes the two of you through the sea of people. He ushers you into the hall away from everyone, noting your embarrassment. “Everything’s fine, don’t worry about him. Wait for me in the kitchen, I’m gonna use the bathroom and then I’ll take you home?” His hand caresses your cheek and you lean into his touch.

“Okay, yeah.” A shy smile graces your lips and he kisses you once more before heading down the hall.

You walk down the hall and stand in the kitchen awkwardly, unsure what to do with yourself. You grab a cup and take a drink of water and that’s when you hear it. A group of Aaron’s frat brothers you hardly recognize are facing away from you in the kitchen, unaware of your presence.

“Of course she let him hit, she’s just like all the others.”

“Hotch scores again, huh? I shouldn’t be surprised.

“She had that nice girl going for her, I definitely thought he wouldn’t get lucky.”

“Those are the ones you have to look out for.”

Their words knock the breath out of you, your mind spinning as you realize what they mean. You knew that Aaron was on the market, you weren’t upset about that. You were upset that he made it seem like he really cared about you. He’d made it seem like he was waiting for this moment since the day you met. The cup full of water is in the sink and you’re standing out on the porch before you can even think clearly. The night has cooled down and a shiver passes through you.

Two arms wrap around your waist, and from the familiar smell of leather and aftershave you know It’s him. Rage bubbles in you.

“Hey, baby, you ready?” He croons into your ear sweetly. How differently you would’ve reacted just 10 minutes ago to his advances. Instead of turning to kiss him, you elbow him in the chest and start walking in the direction of your apartment. Of course you hadn’t driven. You were planning to call Macey but you needed to get away from him. Unfortunately, he begins to follow you, so you speak your mind.

“Do you tell all the girls you just want to be friends to get in their pants?” You keep walking, staring at cracks in the sidewalk.

“What?” He asks, completely confused.

You blow out an impatient breath and roll your eyes. “I trusted you Aaron.”

“Y/n/n, let’s just calm down for a second, what are you talking about?”

“I knew that I should’ve just stayed away, I was stupid to trust you. Macey told me not to, I should’ve listen to her.”

“Y/n, just wait a second, I meant what I said.”

“Well I don’t believe you.”

“I don’t understand why you’re upset but at least let me take you home.”

“I’d rather play in traffic.” You wave him off and a humorless laugh leaves him.

“Y/n!” He yells in frustration.

Turning around, the two of you are practically nose to nose. “Just fuck off Aaron, will you?”

“I’m making sure you get home safe.”

“You can do whatever you want, but I’m done with you.” You pull out your phone and dial Macey’s number.

“Hello?”

“Hey, can you come get me?” You ask in a soft voice that’s thick with tears.

“Of, course, where are you? What did he do?”

Even through the phone you can tell that she’s fuming already. You hate that she’s asking about him, knowing that he’s done something. She had warned you, told you to be careful but you’d told her that Aaron was a good guy. You truthfully thought he was.

“I don’t wanna talk about it right now, I’m on the corner of…” You look up, glancing at the street sign, “19th & Gibson.”

“5 minutes, stay put.”

“Sure.”

“Y/n, please, just talk to me.” Aaron calls from behind you.

“How many girls have you been in that closet with?”

“That’s not fair, I had a life before you.”

“What’s not fair is you making me feel like I was special.”

“You are special. I’ve never…I don’t…” He trails off, struggling to find the right words to convey his feelings.

“I know I’ve already proved I’m some naive freshman tonight, but I’m not that fucking stupid.”

“You’re being childish.”

You slowly turn around to look at him, your mouth opened in shock. He’d always said you were a grandma, acting mature for you age. More mature than him, for sure. “Wow, there it is.”

“What do you want me to say? You storm out like a petulant child and don’t even explain yourself and I’m not supposed to see you as some pouty little girl?”

“A pouty little girl you just took advantage of, by all accounts, you had no problem with it when we were in that closet.”

“I did not take advantage of you, I asked. I asked if you wanted it. Then you run off and act like this.” He jabs his finger at you angrily, his mouth set in a grim line. You’ve never seen him like this, his nostrils flaring and eyebrows taut.

You don’t allow his appearance to deter you, you’re too angry yourself, and wounded by his actions and words.“Well, sorry I’m too young and naive for you but newsflash you’re only a year older than me.”

“And what a difference it’s made.” He sneers condescendingly, hands on his hips.

“Just go Aaron, there’s no point in us talking. We’re done.”

“I’m staying here until Macey picks you up, end of discussion.”

“Yeah this is the end of this discussion.” You turn away from him and cross your arms, your huff of anger materializing in white air in front of you.

read part 2 here.

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[notanotherreidgirl]

Lesson Plans

Summary: Spencer’s TA helps him organize his class all while developing a crush on him, little do they know that he feels the same way

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: none? there’s some kissing

Word Count: 1434

A/N: I definitely need to go back and edit this one!! 

Dr. Spencer Reid was the most eccentric professor you ever had. 

He didn’t use any technology at all. Opting instead to handwrite his lesson plans on the blackboard in slanted chicken-scratch. He never got through his material anyway, easily getting caught up on tangents and explaining his own jokes. On the first day of class, he passed out an 8-page double-sided, single spaced syllabus. It was clear that he spent a lot of time on it but he had neglected to staple the pages together so no one walked out with more than 5 pages. Not that it really mattered, he barely followed the syllabus and half of it were recommendations for optional reading. 

The lecture hall was always full but for the people who weren’t auditing, the class was a bit of a mess. Despite the chaotic nature of the course, students kept signing up. How could they not? Dr. Reid was charming and effusive and he rounded everyone’s grades up to an A. When you took the class you were completely entranced by him but you couldn’t shake your frustration with the lack of organization. What was even worse was that most people just took his class for an easy A and hardly bothered learning most of the material. You couldn’t believe it - you had been dying to take Criminal Psychology and you poured your heart and soul into your assignments. When the end of the semester rolled around and TA applications opened, you applied without hesitation.

When Spencer saw that you had applied to be his TA, he very nearly hired you without reading any of the other applications. He refrained from referring to his obvious affection towards you as a crush - that epithet seemed too juvenile - but that’s exactly what it was. A giant schoolboy crush that had completely obliterated his ability to think. He had a tendency to ramble but it was exponentially worse this past semester with you sitting in the front row. 

It only took him one week to commit your routine to memory. Get to class 5 minutes early, sit in the front (5 seats from the left wall), drive him crazy for the whole lecture (chewing on pencil erasers and giving him small smiles when he made eye contact), have lunch at the cafe downstairs, then camp out at the library for a few hours. You were a fastidious creature, orderly and straightforward. It came through in your papers too. Well-constructed arguments that got to the point without unnecessary filler. He was embarrassed to admit that he made copies of your papers and reread them, taking note of your syntax and word choice. 

Your first order of business as his TA was to digitize his notes, taking pictures of the blackboard after class and making concise powerpoints that were sent out in friendly weekly emails. You also revamped his syllabus and held your own office hours since his were always well attended by adoring students who never seemed to ask questions about the course material. It was a lot of work but you could talk about the course material all day. You loved the class and you loved teaching your students which would’ve been just fine if you didn’t start to love something, or rather someone as well. 

The semester flew by and your feelings for Spencer only grew stronger with every day, with every evening you spent grading papers together, with every coffee wordlessly passed between you, with every lesson plan you outlined together. And now it was all coming to an end. You were standing in the doorway of his office making promises to stay in touch and thanking him for this experience while the voice in your head was practically begging you to say something. But you didn’t. What would you even say? How does one tell their boss that they are completely in love with them? What if he didn’t want anything to do with you afterwards. With these thoughts heavy on your mind, you finally turned to leave. 

“Wait, Y/N, I know what you did for me this semester.” Spencer realized that this was his last chance to say something, anything to let you know how he felt. His words came out in a rush, “I know that I’m not the best professor. I don’t follow the syllabus and my grading system is all over the place and I ramble. I’m even doing it now. I’m rambling. I know there are so many things I should change but -”

“No!” you immediately clamped a hand over your mouth but it was too late, your impassioned outburst had already escaped. To say you were mortified was the understatement of the century, you would have given anything to disappear right then. 

Spencer, on the other hand, was thoroughly amused. It was as if you stole all his anxious energy away. “What do you mean, no?”

“It’s nothing! I just - well, I just mean that you shouldn’t change anything. You’re perfect just the way you are.” Your eyes widened. How was it possible that every word out of your mouth made the situation exponentially worse? “Not perfect - no one’s perfect! I just mean that you're fine. Your class is fine!”

For a moment you recalled the transporters in Star Trek. Beam me up Scotty, you thought uselessly. 

Feeling exceptionally bold, Spencer pulled a chair up to his desk. “I think I know what you mean, darling. Why don’t you take a deep breath and have a seat?”

You had been considering making a run for it but your legs promptly turned to mush after he called you darling. He had pulled the chair to his side of the desk so you were sitting right in front of him less than 2 feet away. You were determined to get the situation under control so you took a deep breath before starting.

“Dr. Reid, I wouldn’t want you to change a single thing about your teaching style. I became your TA because I wanted other students to enjoy this class as much as I did. Everything I did this semester was so that you could keep teaching in the irregular, fun and inspiring way that you do. I didn’t mean to overstep and I’m sorry if I gave you the impression that I think you’re not a good professor. Because you’re not. It’s the opposite.”

After finishing you nervously looked up at his face expecting admonishment only to be met with pure adoration in his honeyed brown eyes. He reached into your lap and took your hands in his. You had expected the hands of an FBI agent to be hard, weathered from chasing down killers but his were soft and he held you so carefully like he was afraid you’d pull away. 

“Thank you” he whispered. He brought your hands to his lips and you had to press your feet into the ground to keep from floating away. “I wanted to say thank you for typing up comprehensible notes and replying to every email and making sure there’s always sugar by the coffee machine and listening to what I have to say and for letting me be myself”

Your breath hitched, you hadn’t realized that he’d noticed everything you’d been doing in the background. You squirmed in your seat, taken aback by the intensity of his gaze. Could he see right through you? 

“It’s really nothing, Dr. Reid” you murmured. 

“No, it's not,” he leaned in closer, so close you could feel his hot breath on your neck and you were sure he could hear the drumbeat of your heart. “Not everyone is willing to be patient with me and even fewer go out of their way to make things easier or better without trying to change who I am. I know I’m a difficult person but you don’t make me feel that way. I’m beyond lucky to have you.”

He paused before adding, “That is, if you’d have me?”

Whatever was left of your self-restraint disintegrated when you pressed your lips to his. You laughed into his mouth, joy bubbling from your lips and filling Spencer with an incredible warmth. He smiled and pulled you into his lap, “Is that a yes?”

“Yes, yes, yes” you punctuated each affirmation with a kiss to his nose, his cheeks, his temples. You wanted to tell him that he wasn’t difficult at all. That he was charming and capable and lovely but there would be plenty of time for that. For now, you held him tight and you didn’t have any intention of letting go.

[sashitheeblogger]

“ me excitedly telling you about my dr and how different it is from the actual series “

Anyways this is my stranger things DR, I’ve been working on it since July the 3rd, I am half way through the script.

So far I’ve moved it over to a discord server so I can better organize everything and eventually there will be a PowerPoint so yeah:3

I also have a Pinterest board for it but I’m keeping it a secret board for now but once the dr is done then it won’t be a secret board.

(What is the DR and what fandom is this DR for)

Ok so for starters it’s for Stranger Things but it’s very different from the series because it’s an alternative DR

This means that vecna, the mindflayer, demodogs, demogorgon don’t exist basically in this dr

Instead of Eleven being in the lab and associated with DR. Brenner I was thinking like hopper and his crew found out about what was going on in Hawkins Lab, and decided to break in and save the kids before anything else happened.

So technically Eleven was saved because of them, and Hopper adopted Eleven and yeah so that’s a difference as well

The kids have been aged up instead of them being in middle school there in high school there 15-16 and there sophomores in high school

I’m in Steve’s age group so everyone is 16-17 years old, and in the 11th grade and yeah:3

Eddie, Robin, Chrissy, Max, and Jason😒 exist in season 1 and Eddie and Chrissy are alive in this so yay “hope this is a comfort cause it is to me”

Nancy and Steve are already dating in this, Nancy is head of the newspaper and I also am going to script that she’s like class president/head of the student council cause she built like that purr💕

Argyle and Eden will come in season 2 if that’s what y’all were wondering

Also I’m shifting to season 1 (1983), also the reason it is an alternative DR is because I wanted something where they had like a sense of normalcy, don’t have to deal with trauma, and yeah I figured if it was an alternative then it won’t be so bad

Also like I think to make it interesting I feel like it could be some gravity falls type beat and like they solve the mysteries and scary related stuff of Hawkins, like some Scooby Do stuff lmao

So it’s stranger things + euphoria = it’s euphoria but the 80s and yeah

(So what is the dr about and how is the plot/plot structure going to go)

Well im still working it out but I have a clear idea on how the plot/plot structure is going to be.

So my dr self’s name is Jae Marie Hopper, my family and I have moved from Maryland to Hawkins, the reason that we moved is because Maryland became unsafe and my mother wanted somewhere where we all could be safe and have a fresh start.

Hence why we moved, so my parents have the house the house isn’t done yet though so, me and my younger sister “Edith” go to stay with my uncle hopper and his daughter El

While my parents go stay with my dad’s parents for the time being, and my older sister “Stevie” is off at summer camp for awhile (so Stevie and the parents won’t be important until like season 2 so yeah)

So me and my sister go to stay with my uncle and his daughter, and we get settled in and everything.

Eleven is happy to have me there because she didn’t want to spend another summer with just her friends again, she said it’s nice but she rather do summer differently this time

I don’t respond but I smile at her, while her and Edith are catching up with one another I’m just hoping that I can have a fresh start without screwing up anything

(I just want to put something out there, so my dr self was kind of having a rough time back in her old hometown it had to do with 🍃 & 💊 which was a lot for her so that’s another reason why the decision to move to Hawkins was made it was for her sake)

Anyways back to are schedule programming, I’m hoping that I don’t screw things up and that things go smoothly, given my past and how things went left I don’t want to drag that here

*my uncle already knows something up when I’m not with el and edith* so he asks me if everything is ok, I just lie and tell him that I’m alright

He’s not one to pry on or keep asking anything so he just brushes it off, and doesn’t press me about it

So El comes running back out excitedly telling me that she has to show me around the school because there having club sign ups and stuff

So I agree to come because that’s the first thing I wanted to do, so we walk to the school and I see a lot of people “mainly my age” signing up for clubs and stuff.

As we are walking around the school and everything El is just rambling and everything, I see someone stressed and storming off as newspapers are falling everywhere, El tells me that’s her boyfriend’s sister Nancy Wheeler -> I’m shocked that she has a boyfriend because like how and when.

So I ask El if they have a cheerleading squad and El is like “I am speed” and like the speed of light, she basically brings Chrissy and says that Chrissy is holding the tryouts and that I could tryout, so I ask Chrissy if I can tryout and she says yes:3 -> so after all the girls tryout I tryout and I shock them and everything especially Chrissy

Out of all the girls that tried out chrissy chooses me to join the team and I’m very much happy about it:3

After tryouts me and Chrissy are just walking side by side and just talking about anything and everything, and then she ask me if I want to go to this little concert thing that’s happening at the trailer park according to her it’s supposed to be a garage concert but she just laughs and says that it’s just a concert outside the trailer park. -> at first I’m hesitant to go but Chrissy convinced me to come when she says that cute boys will be there -> so I tell her I’ll be there and she goes to her house and I walk to my house.

(The day of the garage concert)

• anyways so the next day, I’m getting ready for the concert and of course hopper being nosy and all ask me why I’m all dressed up and everything

• I tell him that I’m going to a garage concert and that I won’t be home late, so he doesn’t press me on anything

• El took Edith to go meet her friends and hang out with her, so after I got ready I went to go and find Chrissy so maybe we could go early to the garage concert instead

• as I’m walking I see Chrissy but she’s not coming in my direction she’s going a whole other direction, so I decided to follow her cause yeah

• so I’m following her to this trailer area, and then I see her go inside so I instantly panic and I run towards the trailer park to stop anything bad from happening

• so I push the door open a little bit, and then I just kick it down which causes Chrissy to get startled and whoever else was in there to run off and hide.

• I’m yelling at Chrissy asking her what she’s doing here and why she’s buying those and that their to strong, then she’s asking me how I know about them -> I’m trying to come up with some stupid excuse but Chrissy sees right through me and asks me again -> so I tell her that I’ll make sure to explain everything to her and I just end up running away from there.

• Eddie comes out from where he was hiding and is in total disbelief and confusion, he asks if Chrissy still wants the drugs and she says that’s not the reason she came here for -> she wanted to hook me and Eddie up -> Eddie is completely against it because he doesn’t want to be involved with someone only to be the butt of someone’s joke -> Chrissy tells him that I’m not like that and that she doesn’t know me like that for me to be like every other cheerleader -> so Eddie agrees to give me a shot.

Chrissy leaves Eddie’s trailer and starts walking home, when she gets home that’s when she sees me sitting there. -> it’s awkward for a bit because of what happened earlier -> Chrissy ends up breaking the silence and asks me about how I knew what kind of drugs they were -> I end up telling her about the reasons that I’m here and my situation -> Chrissy says she didn’t know and says she’s sorry -> I end up telling her that’s it’s alright and that she’s the only person that I trust enough to tell her, I trust my uncle and Edith but I trust her the most.

Chrissy is surprised that I told her that I trust her, I tell her that we are friends and that she made me feel like I could come to her about literally anything no matter how stupid or dumb it was.

Chrissy ends up hugging me and tells me that she glad that we met and became friends, I tell her the same thing and we go in her house so that she can also get ready for the concert.

As we get to the concert, Chrissy tells me that she promises that her friend group is not weird -> I tell her that as long as they match my energy I don’t really care -> as we are talking Robin comes running up to her basically knocking her down -> Robin ask Chrissy where she has been all this time and then she introduces herself to me and recognizes me as officer hopps’s niece and was wondering if it was just me -> I tell her that I have an older sister who is at summer camp and that Edith is here with me and that she’s a total metal-head and would have love to come here.

So after Robin came up to us, Nancy comes up to us out of breathe and is scolding Robin for running off like that, and Robin apologizes to Nancy for running off like that and says that Chrissy made a new friend, and Nancy recognizes me from earlier during club sign ups and she introduces herself to me as well.

And after awhile I start meeting Chrissy’s other friends “Steve and Jonathan”, and we all end up just chatting and talking and stuff, and then Chrissy says she’s has someone else to introduce me to.

I’m confused cause I’m like I met pretty much everyone in her friend group, is there a boyfriend she has that I don’t know about.

So Chrissy ends up taking me to the side of the trailer and I end up meeting one of her childhood friends Eddie, and we kind of just stare at each other for awhile before I end up laughing (embarrassing my ass in another reality perfect)

Chrissy kind of just walks off after that and just leaves me and Eddie there basically, so Eddie compliments my rings and my outfit, and I compliments his rings and I say his hair is really cool. -> he ends up laughing at that and tells me that he’s about to go on and perform, and I tell him good luck and he winks at me “MUNSON WINKED AT ME MUNSON WINKED AT ME WIRIEUEEBEB”

So after I tell Eddie good luck I go off to Chrissy and her friends, and Eddie comes out and performs with his friends and it’s cool and shit, Robin literally screaming and cheering for him and us hoping that she doesn’t make our ears bleed with the way she’s screaming and cheering for me

After everything, me and Eddie exchange numbers and Eddie calls me the next day

(That’s literally it cause I’m still working on other things but this is how is basically will start off when I shift there)

(Plot Structure)

So for starters I’m shifting to season 1 but it’s the alternative version of it basically

It is in 1983 though so there’s that, ok so here’s how it’s structure so summer is already happening in my DR right -> and me and my family didn’t move to Hawkins until towards the end of May (I’ll have a timeline done soon cause I still have more scripting to do as I’m typing this up).

So my desired reality is focusing on my dr self getting adjusted to her new life and hoping that her fresh start, starts off right basically.

As we may or may not already know she has had to put up with bullying back in her old hometown and got herself mixed up in 🍃 & 💊 (idk how tumblr feels about any mentions of getting high or drugs so that’s why I did that) she’s also a stoner so it’s like the one thing she’s worried that it will screw up everything again

at first I was thinking it would be titled the material girl and so and so but honestly I don’t even feel like coming up with a title for this I’ve just been calling it STRANGER THINGS DR ALT this whole time lmao

So the plot structure for the first season is a summer in Hawkins, new mysterious girl in town, hopes to have a fresh start and start off right, meets the captain of the cheerleading squad and meets her group of friends, and a fluffy haired metal head with cool hair and cool rings. (It’s basically a summary just in case someone ends up asking me about it)

She doesn’t know how the summer will end for her or how it will go down, but she hopes she’s alright and well by the end of it

That’s what I have for the plot structure and this is the only season I have scripted so far I haven’t gotten to any of the other seasons as of yet, but yeah:3

Anyways moving on:3

(Disclaimer) > just so everyone is clear and knows I’m not following the series and I’m not following the timeline, this is an alternative dr meaning that it’s not following the show and the same things that happened in the series will not be happening in my dr

Also sorry if this was long and detailed I literally typed this up while was at work so yeah but thank you sm for reading I’ll probably make a part 2 of this cause I’m tired but thanks again for reading.’

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Anyways I wanted to add one more thing, so in regards to my dr since it’s an alternative I’ll be rewriting season 1, season 2, season 3, and season 4 “both parts cause I did not like how vol 2 went down”

I’ll also be doing my own thing with season 5 so yeah.

That’s all I wanted to say oki bye.

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