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why-animals-do-the-thing · 1 year

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hi there! love your work! i recently had a prof say that all zoos (USA) are bad (so we shouldn't support them) and sanctuaries are better because using animals for entertainment is morally wrong, most zoo profits dont go to conservation, and conservation efforts are bandaid solutions to capitalism destroying animal habitats, so the real solution is to return the land to indigenous stewards to manage/rewild. i didn't disagree with the last bit, but the argument as a whole felt a little off to me for a reason i couldnt put my finger on. am i off base here? just feeling really unsure about the whole thing.

You're not wrong! There's a mix of reality and personal opinions in those statements, and it's definitely something worth critically examining. A quick fact-check of what they said for you:

All US zoos are bad

There's a massive range of quality of zoological facilities within the US (and around the world). Some are stellar and some are not, and it's really just not accurate to lump them all under the same umbrella for almost any purpose. Unless, of course, your issue isn't with animal welfare, and it's philosophical, which is what it sound like in #2...

2. Using animals for entertainment is morally wrong.

This is one of my favorite things to talk about w/r/t how we exhibit animals. Entertainment has become equated with exploitation and implicit low welfare in the last couple decades, and so you get a lot of people saying using animals for entertainment is wrong. But those same folk will say that they enjoy seeing animals in other contexts, and they think that's okay. Where's the line between enjoying something and being entertained by it? What makes something one and not the other? Also, we know that people learn better from from situations which are enjoyable/entertaining - even just a fun teacher who jokes around vs a dry lecture - so how can that only be a problem when it's used to make viewing animals more impactful? I wrote a whole piece on this a while back (linked here) if you want to dig into this more. Some zoos (and accrediting groups) are shying away from "entertainment" type branding - shows are demos now, for instance - and others are leaning into "edutainment" that's done with good welfare and communicates actual education messaging. In short, this is a personal philosophical belief, and you're right to question if you agree. (Even if you decide you do think that too! It's always good to question why someone is arguing what they believe about animal use, and how they came to believe it).

3. Sanctuaries are better than zoos.

There's two reasons I think he's misinformed here. First, almost all exotic animal sanctuaries in the US are licensed exhibitors - just like zoos! I only know of a couple that don't exhibit to the public at all. It's an important part of their revenue stream, because gate take helps support paying for animal care. Also anything you see from a sanctuary on Youtube, Facebook, or TikTok? Also exhibition! They just message about it differently, and often have a different ethos about how they exhibit (e.g. tours to reduce stress instead of letting people wander, doing conservation or rescue messaging instead of just display). Second... look, most people assume that the word "sanctuary" means a facility is intrinsically more ethical than a zoo, and therefore they must be a good place. In reality, many sanctuaries get much less public and regulatory scrutiny (at the state level) than most zoos. There are good sanctuaries out there, but there are also sanctuaries where stuff goes on that would absolutely be unacceptable at zoos, and it slides because of the assumption that sanctuaries are inherently more moral and ethical and care for their animals better.

4. Most zoo profits don't go to conservation

This is correct! Direct conservation funding is often a small part of the money a zoo makes. However, that's because money goes to things like facility maintenance, new construction, paying salaries, etc. If zoos put all the money they made back into conservation programs, practically, they wouldn't have the funding to continue to operate. The question that I'd suggest asking instead is "where are they putting money into conservation" and "are they doing conservation work or just throwing money at something to display the logo of the program." Also, it's worth keeping in mind that a lot of what zoos do to support conservation isn't necessarily financial. Many facilities contribute "in-kind", by doing things like sending staff to assist with programs or teach specific skills, or by donating things like vehicles and equipment. Research zoos do also seriously contributes to in-situ programs, and breeding programs for re-introduction like the scimitar-horned oryx and the black-footed ferret are also conservation. Could many of the big urban facilities with huge budgets do more? Yes. But looking just at dollars spent on conservation programs is disingenuous and inaccurate.

5. Conservation efforts are band-aid solutions to capitalism destroying habitats / Returning the land to indigenous peoples to manage/rewild is the real solution to conservation issues

This is a little outside my scope so I'm going to only address the part that I know. First off, like, there's no One True Answer to conservation issues. That's reductionist and inaccurate. Conservation really is a human issue, though, and it often has to involve solving human problems that lead to negative results for animals. There's definitely an issue with what some people call "parachute conservation" where Westerners swoop in and try to tell people living in range countries how to best manage their animals and natural resources without recognizing their perspectives, needs, or what drives their behavior towards those animals. That's not just a zoo issue - that's an issue with a ton of traditional Western conservation work. And there is progress towards fixing it! In the zoo world, I've been very impressed with the work out of The Living Desert, where their conservation people spend a lot of time overseas teaching people in range countries to evaluate and improve their own conservation programs, so they can assess efficacy and also have data to apply for grants, etc. They provide support when asked, rather than trying to tell people who live with these animals regularly what to do. One of my favorite programs that TLD collaborates with (they don't try to run it!) is a group called the Black Mambas that reduces poaching by supporting entire communities to reduce the desperation for food/income, educating kids about animals, and running all-female patrols staffed by community members.

Overall, it sounds like your professor's view of zoos is really informed by their personal moral perspective, and possibly reinforced by a lot of the misinformation / misleading messaging that exists about the industry and about conservation work. They do have some specifics right, but not necessarily the context to inform why things are like that. It was a good catch to question the mix of information and approach it critically.

#zoo industry #zoo information #philosophy around zoos and what they do #conservation #zoo questions

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teddynottss · 22 days

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teacher tom 😍

• - MY GOOD GIRL - •

PAIRING(S): prof tom riddle x student fem. reader

WARNING(S): jealousy, smut, teacher x student, extreme dominance, age gap, pet names during sex.

SUMMARY: you and prof. tom are in a secret relationship and when one of his students invites you to the yule ball in his own class, he doesn’t let that slide and punishes u for it.

A/N: thank you smm for all the support on my last post🫶, if anyone wants to be tagged in any of my posts lmk and if you have any ideas requests are open💗.

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This year at Hogwarts, you got a new DADA teacher, as usual, professor tom. He was handsome, he was tall and muscular, his features all defined, one look at his eyes and you’d pass out. He was calm, but wise. He was smart and quiet unkind, he was never disrespectful though.

You couldn’t help but feel a bit of attraction toward the man, and to your surprise, you would always catch him glancing at you. He would also find ways to talk to you, after tests, during class, after class, whenever he saw you in the hallways, etc…

One time he asked you to stay after class, so you admitted your feelings and he kissed you. Thats how you got in a 4 month relationship with your DADA professor, however, you couldn’t tell anyone because he was a 24 year old Slytherin professor, and you were a 7th year Gryffindor student.

You get to class early today, your last one, defense against the dark arts (DADA), and to your surprise, ur early. You take a seat next to Hermione and Cormac walks up to you.

He had a big crush on you, and everyone in the school pretty much was aware of it, students, professors, all of them.

“Hii pretty girl” he spoke with a grin. “Heyy” you reply back nicely. “So the yule ball is coming around, and if you don’t have anyone to take you, i am more than happy to take you.” he said. “Of course Cormac, I’ll definitely think about it” you smile at him. “alright beautiful” he smiles back then he coughs.

Then he coughs again, and again, and again, and again, and he’s choking! He’s on his knees, coughing hysterically. Everyone gathers around him trying to stop the cough and as your eyes dart around the room, you find professor tom stood at the door, mumbling something, he was the one doing this!

You had to make it stop, “Professor!” you call out. “Help him, he just began choking” just then, Cormac stops choking and tom sprints across the room to him. He kneels down next to him, “just take him to the medical wing, he’ll be fine” this man was insane.

Just then, Neville and Ron help take him out of the classroom and the lesson begins. The whole time, your bf doesn’t look at you at all. Was he avoiding you?

Class finishes and you decide you wanted to talk to tom about this. You were the only student who knew where his room was so you decided to go and speak to him later tonight. The time came around and you got going. The halls of Hogwarts were quiet and empty at this time, dark and silent.

You arrived and knocked on the door, he opened the door and his eyes widened at your figure. “Why did you come here?” he asks. “We need to talk” you reply as you step in the room.

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS TODAY?? ARE YOU OUT OF UR MIND?? WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO THE POOR GUY, HE WAS STRUGGLING!” You speak, scream is more like it. “He fucking asked my girl to go to the yule ball with him.” He states.

“He doesn’t know we’re together!”. you point out. “The only person you’re going to the yule ball with is Neville!” “My cousin, seriously?” “Yes and i don’t want anyone else coming near you within a 50 mile radius or i will rip their intestines out one by one.” he’s still speaking calmly, he never shouts, never.

“Fuckk.. why would you even say you’d think about it beautiful, don’t you know ur mine?” He gets closer. “Im gonna have to punish you.” He then places his hand on ur waist and pulls you in. He kisses you hungrily and slips his tongue inside, fighting with urs for dominance.

You wrap ur arms around his neck as the kiss deepens, he then picks you up bridal style and carries you to the bed. “Im gonna fuck this tight little pussy till you can’t walk, till everyone in Hogwarts hears my name, till Cormac learns to not touch whats not his.”

Just then, he begins removing your shirt as you stood in front of his bed. He takes his time, one by one, he removes your bra, pants, then panties.

He then pulls you in for another kiss and makes you sit on the bed, he kneels between ur legs, and he begins trailing kisses down your collarbone until reaching your breasts. He begins pleasuring both of them, starting with your left breasts. He leaves kisses all around your breast and then starts sucking on your tit.

He sucks hard, twirling his tongue around ur tit, cupping your other breast in his hand. He then moves to your other side, pleasuring it similarly. He cups the left one and pinches your tit between his fingers. You let out different sounds and moans of pleasure, loosing urself to the heat of the moment.

After he’s done, he pushes you further on the bed and he spreads ur legs, “now, tell me, whose wet pussy is this for?” he questions. “Y-yy-yours, tommy.” “Thats right, now let me show you why it’s wet, for me.”

He immediately dives in like a starved man and starts eating you out. He licks ur folds, twirling his tongue, pleasuring you well, very well.

You grab his hair, tugging at it. “Tommy, im so close,” you admit. He mumbles a quick mhmm into ur pussy and it sends shivers down ur spine. That was ur limit, you slam your hand on ur mouth, stopping urself from screaming, as you come into his mouth.

He smiles into ur pussy and swallows all you have to give, he then licks you clean before pushing two fingers in without any warning. You moan at the feeling and he immediately begins moving his fingers inside you, slowly.

He then adds a third finger and starts speeding his movement, “you will not go to the ball with anyone but neville, do u understand me.” you nod in response which he doesn’t approve of.

“Use your words darling” “i.. i won- i wont go to the ball with anyone b..but Neville” “my good girl” he says before kissing you again. This time it’s slow yet still hungry, full of lust. “You have another one in you, don’t you?” You nod and once again he sighs in disappointment. “Use ur words love” “I d.. do” you answer.

He then proceeds to speed his movement and you come for the second time tonight. He removes his fingers and shows you ur cum on his fingers before licking them clean.

You get up to the bathroom to clean urself before returning back to ur dorm. You could hardly walk, but once you got there, you turn the hot water on and jump in the shower.

A few seconds later, tom walks in with you, already stripped out of his clothes. You turn to face him and smile at him. Once he steps in, he speaks “wait here pretty girl, i said im gonna fuck u till u cant walk, till everyone hears my name, till Cormac understands to not touch whats not his, i don’t think I’ve done that yet, have i?”.

You shake ur head at him and he makes you face the wall. You feel him get closer and he breathes next to your neck, heat floods ur body as you feel his breath.

“Now listen to me, im gonna fuck you real good, but im going to need you to beg me for it.” he whispered. He then lines his throbbing, hard cock with ur entrance and starts kissing you. The kiss is heated and slow, ur tongues fighting for dominance.

“Come on riddle..” you say between kisses. “Come on what?” he teases. “Fff.. fuck me tommy please. I need you inside me, now!” “One more time beautiful.” “Fuck tom, get inside me now!” You arch ur back a bit, and to that, he smacks ur ass before pushing in you.

“Fucking brat” he spoke as he sped his movements. You cover ur mouth, blocking any sounds from leaving it when tom removes it. “I wanna hear all the pretty noises you make when i fuck you like a little whore.” To that you moan which makes him go even faster.

“Tommy.. can i c-cum p-p-p-please?” “Your third time tonight? Impressive darling, go ahead.” He speeds his thrusting, and grabs the shower head, he turns it on and he points it toward ur pussy and he rubs circles around your clit.

Just like that, you scream as you come, your nails piercing tom’s skin. “Fucking hell, doll” you both chuckled.

You later finished ur shower and ran back to ur dorm as u realized it was past curfew already.

#tom riddle #harry potter #tom riddle fanfiction #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x you #slytherin boys #slytherin

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doukeshi-kun · 5 months

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a promise is a promise

daddy's home 😘

🌃-anon here ^^ hooray!!

okay okay phew it's been so long i forgot how to write anon ask but, a comeback is desperately needed to save the day. I'm here to talk about professor!nikolai agenda. your girl started uni and i need to cope.

while collegestudent!nikolai has been eating my brain like crazy, professor!nikolai is as needed. i might hit you up with college student nikolai someday tho cuz my classmates are all weird and i need that daily dose of delusion that someday, i'll meet a student as awesome and as fun as nikolai is in my head

little disclaimer to anyone reading this: dark content ahead. we dont do any of that irl it's just fiction, so if you're sensitive to prof x student shit keep scrolling. i say reader is 20-ish and papi nikolai is pushing 30 😁

random prof!nikolai headcanons ahead 🗣️

prof kolya is definitely one of the cool teachers on campus yk? the type that's loved by all of the students because of how laid back he is and how much he doesn't give a shit yk??? like "prof we didn't study for the test tomorrow can we postpone it?" "we will. i havent put the text either" 💀 that type you know?

BUT simultaneously, he can also be really strict depending on the context yk? while he's chill, he can't tolerate disrespect like, not at all. he jokes around with his students but with limits and boundaries.

clothes-wise i feel like he dresses super well 🤔 as opposed to headcanons I've seen, i dont think he dresses weird or in an eccentric way like canon nikolai is, he wears casual clothes :3 fashionable? yes. but nothing weird. he's tall, broad with really unique features (i imagine nikolai with one of them typical european noses and plump looking lips. this part is totally up to you tho)

prof kolya was a really unproblematic physics professor (yk in canon he has teleportation abilities so uh) that is until y/n took a course with him,

we're met with two cases: y/n is calm and quiet in class, y/n puts herself out there. now let's be for real, teachers love good students so the higher the grades the better the sex more you'll get attention from him (god imagine nikolai praising you😮‍💨)

now if you're quiet- OMG since he gets along well with students i feel like he'll openly joke around with students except for you (if you're quiet) he'll just talk with you in a low voice (btw i imagine classes like, small classes not amphitheaters or any of that) let me elaborate: you're in class yk he's explaining quantum physics or some shit and occasionally interacting with his students. his gaze falls on you once he's standing right in front of your desk and lets a small question slide like "is it ok?" "do you get it?" or flashing you a small smile or so 🤭 he's not mocking you or anything he's being genuine (for once) bc you're openly his favorite

and by that, and as someone who's a favorite for nearly all my professors so far the privileges i get isnt anything like grades or whatever but more like validation? im a good student i dont need their crusty dusty extra credits. one of the privileges i get is for example, during exams, the prof tells me "so, [name], we're scoring an A+ in this test too?" yk and it's genuine so nikolai i that type too.

(i leave anything sexual or suggestive for you to develop bc im really bad and awkward at that)

conclusion: he shamelessly favorites you in front of other students.

though you two would become a thing faster if reader is on the more loud type in his class: always participating, asking questions, joking around maybe.... i feel like when you have a question thats a little long to explain, he'd ask u to come to his office and what happens there is up to your imagination dear bean

will quickly become your number one emotional support throughout college 🥱 imagine not doing well in the exam and you go to his office to talk to him about it and he comforts you by [redacted]

anyways i could go on and ramble forever. i'd love to hear your dirty thoughts on this nikolai au :3 what i wrote is hella long and messy but we're mere disciples beanie, you're the writer here hehe

as usual, have a good/day night!!

I REALLY LOVE YOU SO MUCH *sloppily kissing slop slop*

first of all, yeeee goodluck with college and don't die bcs i almost did 😎👉 and secondly, no let's NOT get nikolai pushing 30s. HE IS 35 ATLEAST IDC HAHAHA im gonna reply to each one headcanon bcs you deserve it girlie 💋✨

yes! he totally gives me the vibe to be laid-back at his work. he's so gonna do something like that lmao. also, despite his laid-back persona and he's always like “ehh~ just answer this easy ass quiz and i'll take it as your assignment mark”, i do think he does his job greatly. there's a time where he needs to get things done and while it doesn't seem like he's doing shit, he actually GETS. SHIT. DONE. that's why he isn't fucking fired 💀

strict prof. nikolai.... ugh *spreads legs*😝 i agree. he does have limit and i feel like he wouldn't scold people or raise his voice but certainly when he's being colder and quieter, oooh you fucked up big time

i do think he wears classic style to go to classes! i'm thinking... dark academia. and yes, he's tall and broad and so big✨ i feel like it also depends on the subject. if prof nikolai is teaching theatre or drama... those kind of things, he will wear something maximalist, if that makes sense? imagine a mad hatter-themed suit but formal. unfortunately, i can't draw for life.

physics professor hmmmm why don't he come here and expand the space of my quantum pussy😏😏

i can imagine raaaaaaa :barkbarkbark: him praising you in front of the whole class because you got quite high marks for physics ahakss😝

HMMMMMMM SOFTY :feral: i can't fucking breathe😩 yes he'd totally be loud to those who are loud with him but if you're quiet and serene, he'll be soft as fuck rrrrrrrrr imagine him noticing you not understanding something and he takes the initiative to come to your desk, teach you with the softest (yet deep) voice ever. NOT MOCKING ME TOO? woah what a green flag 💚

lmfao i can totally relate with you😭 honestly, validation is too pressuring, stressing and overwhelming for me. i hate when teachers are like “so, elie, you can score A for this right?” bih i just barely got the B-grade fym (burnt-out gifted kid be like;). anyway, i'm half-half on this. but i do think if he makes such comments, and he notices you aren't uncomfortable, he wouldn't go put his way to directly say that. maybe he just makes comment that implies he does have certain expectations on you

(i'll develop the sexual things myself *takes off his pants and develop his wood*)

conclusion: he becomes my favourite subject😝❤️

i'm honestly thinking that he prefers it if you are an active student. idk, for me, nikolai (in general) likes challenges and fun. so if you're actively questioning this or that, he'd take interest in you really quick. also, i will invite myself into his office tyvm

definitely get emotional. lmao imagine ranting about other professors with him and he just supports you

well my dirty thought is that he becomes my private tutor. HA HOW BOUT THAT HUHHH but in all honesty, i love the thought of him riling and teasing you instead of yk, playing favourite and get you alone in his office. he likes edging people and he'd surely likes it if you tease him back too ayy papi😝

#道化師-says❃ུ۪ #道化師-🌃❃ུ۪ #nikolai imagines #nikolai x reader #nikolai gogol x reader

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cybermonet · 4 months

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☆ ☆ ☆ Taking Notes 101 ☆ ☆ ☆

I know studying is hard but it's also beautiful and we can do this.

This is my tested method to take notes and review that will bring your study sessions down to half of the time and your enjoyment and motivation up to the stars.

It goes for every type of class/grade/school/college/university as it can be personalized a lot.

You don't need to be particularly skilled at calligraphy or anything like that, nor you need any expensive stationery and shit (although if you want your notes to be beautiful then go for it) the only imperative is to be consistent, but this is something you can practice over time: maybe start with just a subject then when you'll see the results you will be inclined to use this method more.

Let's begin!

Go to class and write down what the prof is saying. That sounds obvious but let me explain: for this method you want to be present and concentrated so you want to be attending classes and not always get the notes from slides or proficient classmates (I mean I do this as well, sometimes it just be like that, but we are TRYING OK?) actually! Taking notes while your professor is speaking - just a black pen and a notebook, nothing more - helps you stay concentrated and not let your mind wander outside the window. When you start having every lesson written down you wouldn't want to break the wonderful stream of knowledge that you are creating on you notebook, so you are more motivated to actually go to classes. See? A win-win situation.

Use symbols and asterisks to pinpoint when you are missing something. An explanation you did not understand, a definition that you couldn't write down correctly, one of the above mentioned schemes that you will need to print later on. When you will be studying those notes (or preferably as soon as you come home, but I know you don't always want to) you can integrate them with the above mentioned slides or even just wiki definitions. Do not feel guilty to use internet, it's a great tool and sometimes explains better than the professor. Just be sure to double check the attendibilità of the website.

Slides and proficient classmates are your friends. I know I just said you shouldn't completely relie on them, but every bit of help must be sfruttato. You could be sick, tired, literally just distracted, and find holes in your notes that can be filled with these two sources. It's also kind to give back, so be open to share your notes with your proficient classmates as well, they need rest too. As for the professor's slides, these are great tools not only to fill gaps in your notebooks, but also for examples, grids, complicated schemes: sometimes its just better to print a page out and stick it to your notebook than loosing precious class time trying to messily replicate them.

Back to the main root: while you are writing down stuff in class, I can't stress this enough, you will only need a pen and a notebook, everything else come later on. Become comfortable with abbreviations and siglae, you can make them up yourself and even write a reference sheet at the beginning of your notebook, as you want to get the most information in the shortest amount of time possible. Some ideas might be: using math symbols instead of words like = (same as); something / something (to compare two alternatives or an equivalent word); < (less then); > (more then); little arrows ➡ (to indicate the consequences to something); ! (something that is very important); DEF. (definition); E. (example); and so on. You can use anything as long as you can still read your notes clearly without finding yourself in front of a Rosetta Steele.

After you come back home, or when you find yourself studying those notes because we know we lazy, it's time to bring the colors in. It can be fancy Stabilo highliters or cheap store-bought lampostil, the only thing that it matters is that you have some colors to use. While you read your notes, start with highlighting or putting in to squares all the titles and paragraphs subtitles with your boldest color - this will give you order and will mentally pace your study. Then, with a lighter color, underline all the definitions and fundamental parts. BE PICKY. Sometimes you just have to underline a word, not the whole phrase. Things you want to highlight: definitions, rules, keywords, formulas. Things you do not want to highlight: examples, redundant explanations, giro di parole, curiosities. With an even lighter color, ora finer liner, you can also circle or put into big parenthesis the main paragraphs - for those who really cant resist highlighting the whole page, or when many paragraphs actually requires attention, this is a great alternative. Doing this underlining and highlighting process mindfully will require that you read your notes thoroughly and that you understand them. Look! you tricked yourself into studying, how cute is that.

FINALLY TIME TO REVIEW YOUR NOTES. The test is getting closer and these notes need to be inside your brain. First thing you will notice is that if you followed the previous advices you wil probably find yourself with a good grasp of the subject. Paying attention in class, writing down concepts, reading the notes and choose the fundamental parts is already a good studying method. But something that will really take your studying game up a notch is repeating the subjects to yourself, and to do that something that i find helpful is visualizing schematized concept - something like flash cards. Outlining your notes is easier than you think: remember the highlighting process? if you did that right, your job is basically done. Go over your notes and on a new sheet of paper write down (using colors) titles, keywords and definitions.

#studyspo #note taking #study hacks #School hacks #University hacks

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inkofamethyst · 1 year

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November 3, 2022

I’m skipping class for the first time ever, I think (and, yes, I do feel bad about it). Today’s more of a discussion day for that class anyway and I have some work to catch up on for it plus I just finished my second of three exams this week and I think it was a bit of a doozy, but I don’t feel horrible about it. Developmental biology is really really interesting stuff, and I wish I’d spent more time studying lol. Glad I took the time to record lectures for it this go round! My prof barely puts explanations on the slides. Also,,, found out today that half the class doesn’t go to lecture which is funny because I know for a fact I couldn’t learn the material from the slides he posts...

My dad thinks I should apply to a backup Masters, actually. Which puts me right about back to where I started. He thinks I should go for an MBA which, sure, is more applicable to a greater diversity of pursuits. But I’d kinda wanna go for a masters in library/museum studies, actually. And I know, I know there are so few jobs out there for museum professionals. I know. But if I need something to do for a year or two in case I’m not accepted to any of the mere six programs to which I am applying.. I think I’d want it to be something I’d enjoy? Something that I was looking into doing post-grad school anyway?

I’m.. I’m getting worried again. The worries, the nervousnesses are creeping back in. I do have experience. I do have wonderful, highly-connected mentors and recommendation-writers. I suppose I just need the luck to be on my side.

And let’s not gloss over the fact that I missed an assignment. Fully. Just.. did not submit it. The first time I’ve done so in... maybe ever? A flat-out zero. And if I don’t hurry up with last week’s assignment for the same class (a synthesis and summary reading response), I could end up with another one. I do feel a bit overwhelmed with schoolwork while worrying about applications and also the orchestra (I honestly have not taken any real time to practice this whole semester and it shows and it sucks and I feel awful because I feel like I’m letting my section down (I have to clarify that I know this is not a healthy mindset)) and also my volunteer thing (which, frankly, doesn’t take up a ton of time, but still) and my research thing. I don’t know if it’s the senioritis or what, but I am very much looking forward to next semester’s three-day weekends and comparatively minimal coursework. I just need a wee break, that’s all.

I only have one ask, one prayer for this application season, and it’s that I end up where I need to be. In a place that is challenging and fun and stimulating and nurturing. And, if I had it my way, perhaps a little bit enviable too, but that’s not strictly necessary.

So to return back to the original thought, I don’t know whether I should apply to a backup masters program, actually. I don’t know if it should be bioanth-based, museum studies, or something more generalized. And I don’t know how to approach my mentors with the question, either.

I went to an open house for my ��reach school” (they’re pretty much all reaches, but this is the major reach ig) and I wanna go there so bad oh my god. I’m gonna end up in the same boat as I was in four years ago with my undergrad Choice 1 aren’t I lol. I wanna go there so bad it almost hurts (that’s a hyperbole, as I’m definitely in a better space mentally than I was four years ago, but the basic sentiment stands).

Today I’m thankful that tomorrow’s exam quite literally does not matter for me because I got full marks on the last midterm for the class and one of the two midterms gets dropped, so there’s no incentive for me to try all that hard, honestly. I’ll still go, I’ll still give a cursory glance over my notes, but I am not at all pressed.

Frankly, I just want to sleep. Hard.

My body is so tense that I think if anyone were to touch me even gently, if the wind were to blow ever so slightly in my direction, I might shatter like a brittle statue.

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spencersawkward · 3 years

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if you feel comfortable with it, I’d love a prof Spence where reader is a student and goes to office hours to initiate ~smutty goodness~ but Spencer is reluctant at first bc his job but they flirt more and eventually sleep together

me n my professor kink when i saw this: 😏 anyway yes i am quite comfortable writing about this lol. i took some ✨creative liberties✨ with your request so i'm sorry if it isn't exactly what you wanted!

summary: reader is a student in Dr. Reid’s class, but she’s been something of a poor student-- office hours are the only solution.

relationship: Fem!Reader/Professor!Spencer

content warnings: unprotected penetrative sex, fingering, rough sex, super brief hair-pulling, creampie, dirty talk, spanking, age gap, degradation-- he gets pretty dominant oops.

word count: 4.5k

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popping in a piece of gum, I make my way to the back of the hall. there are a few people here already, but it's a little early. I'm never early. in fact, I'm usually late; my other class is on the other side of campus, and getting here involves a lot of embarrassing speed-walking.

but here I am, five minutes ahead of schedule and actually in a decent seat. as I flip open my textbook and pull my laptop out of my bag to prepare to take notes, my gaze slides down to the corner of the room, where Dr. Reid is standing up with a pile of papers. he walks over to the girl in the front row, handing her the stack and gesturing for her to pass it along.

I resist the urge to roll my eyes. he's a total luddite. the first day, Dr. Reid spent about ten minutes rambling about the importance of reading from a physical book rather than online sources-- which, although I definitely agree with, means a lot more lugging around folders and organizing all the readings he gives out. if he wasn't so hot, I would have switched into another course.

and I know it's wrong to be daydreaming about my professor slamming me into a wall while he discusses the intricacies of quantum theory. the complete cliché of it is embarrassing. but still, I just can't stop thinking about him: how his fingers would feel around my throat, the smooth wooden surface of his desk against my cheek as he bends me over and pulls my panties to the side--

"glad to see you've decided to join us, today, Ms. Y/L/N." Dr. Reid's voice startles me out of my thoughts. he's standing towards the front of the room while students file in. his hands are resting in his pockets with his eyebrows pleasantly raised.

"glad to see you've noticed." I retort, too irritated with his comment to care about being polite.

a couple people look at me. even though I'm generally not on time, he tends to just glance my way when I walk in and leaves it at that. I know he doesn't like it, although I personally don't care. I hate this course.

he seems visibly surprised by my response but doesn't reply, gaze lingering on mine before he turns to speak to a student trying to get his attention. I bite back a smile. fucking asshole.

as usual, Dr. Reid writes in his thin, messy lettering on the board while wandering around the front of the room. he's quite fidgety, even though his voice doesn't betray any sort of nervousness. it's like he's naturally overactive.

every word out of his mouth is enunciated, sometimes spoken faster when he gets particularly impassioned by the subject. he's interesting to look at, too. messy curls and a nice suit, stubble that straddles the line between refinement and ruggedness.

I type quickly, but it isn't fast enough and the strange illustrations he does on the board only complicate things. I try to write them down in my notebook, but my handwriting is jagged; sometimes it's hard to read. when a student raises her hand for a clarification, I take the opportunity to catch up.

my head jerks up as soon as I'm finished and he's looking at me while he speaks. even from so many feet away, the intensity strikes me. he's gesticulating and crossing the room. I hold eye contact.

I wonder if he dates often; a couple of the girls in my row always stare at him throughout the lectures. he seems to be completely unaware of the effect he has on people. sometimes I'll see him in the hallway and he has his nose buried in a book, or a to-go cup of coffee, or both. either way, there seems to be no more room in that head of his for romance.

which, naturally, makes me curious about how he looks when he's on the edge of orgasm. if that composure is replaced with a contorted pleasure. I want to break him.

it's like he can read my thoughts, because Dr. Reid averts his gaze. my stomach twists with a strange anticipation. he avoids looking my way for the rest of the time.

towards the end of class, I start to pack my things to go. I have three papers to write, and my utter lack of interest in this is making me eager to leave. I shove my textbook into my bag the second my professor starts to make closing remarks.

"don't forget that we have a midterm in two weeks!" he says in a slightly louder voice as people start to move around. "if you have any questions, my office hours are posted on the bulletin board outside."

at this, my eyebrows rise. I forgot about the midterm. I have a study calendar set up for all my subjects, but I've purposefully been putting this one off. I'm not super into math. and it doesn't help that most of my time is spent not listening. when I am, it doesn't make sense.

as I stand up and gather my stuff, I hear someone clearing their throat a couple feet away. my head turns to see Dr. Reid leaning against his desk.

"Ms. Y/L/N, can I see you for a second?"

my heart stutters in my chest. is this about my attitude? he's never asked to see me outside of lessons before.

I frown, making my way to him with a deliberate pace. the tension in the room builds as I watch the last of his students shuffle out of the room. my head turns from the door to him; my breath catches a little in my throat at the set of his jaw. part of me hopes I get yelled at.

"I'm concerned about your participation in this class." he says. his voice isn't cruel, but it is brutally honest— which is worse. participation? I feel my fist clench at my side. my professors don't usually say anything if you aren't doing things up to their expectations; if you aren't, then they give you a bad grade. simple as that.

"is this about me being late?" I ask. he lets out a sigh before answering. he sounds disappointed.

"you're constantly tardy, and when you hand in your homework, you barely seem to have put in the effort. it's messy."

"messy?" I start to get annoyed. I'm only doing this so that I can get my degree. it's a fucking requirement. even though I'm not the biggest fan of mathematics, I still do my best and hand in my assignments on time. plus, the latest I arrive is five minutes-- it's not like I'm stumbling in halfway through the lesson.

"you've never come to office hours to ask for help or explained your lateness, which I, as your professor, would have appreciated." he scolds. honestly, I don't know what to say. my eyes narrow.

"I have my studio class on the other side of campus." I explain. "I should have emailed about that and I'm sorry, but I'm also not being lax about my work."

he goes around to the other side of his desk and glances up at me while he organizes some loose documents to pack away. he looks way too good when he's exasperated: his hands tighten around the papers, his eyebrows come together in this cute way. his tie is a little crooked, too.

"are you struggling with the content?"

"sometimes, yeah. but I can handle reaching out for help if I need it." I reply. he's pissing me off with these questions. I can see from the expression on his face that he's surprised by my reaction.

"really?" he slides some books into his messenger bag. that was definitely sarcastic; I know it was. "because it doesn't really seem like you have."

"I like to find help on my own." I shoulder my bag and cross my arms over my chest. there's no way he's gonna talk to me like that and expect me to not respond in kind.

"I'm reserving a slot on Wednesday evening for you," he looks up and holds my gaze. hazel irises that dare me to challenge him further. "I want you in office hours so that we can figure out how you're gonna catch up before the midterm."

"fine." I turn on my heel and leave. I know I'm not supposed to talk to my professor like that, or even to behave with such apprehension. but something about him makes me angry in the kind of way that settles in my stomach. I hate that he's right. I'm not going to do well on that damn test if I don't get some help.

but that doesn't mean I can't have some fun with it.

when I rush into his office on Wednesday evening, the sun is just starting to set through his window. there's a pinkish glow that smooths over Dr. Reid's desk as he glances up at me. I had to run to get here.

"you're late." he nods to the clock on the wall. I roll my eyes.

"only one minute, though. I had another class."

he sighs and folds his hands on his desk. "how are you doing today, Ms. Y/L/N?" a strangely polite question for the look on his face. he's frustrated with me.

"I'm quite well, Dr. Reid." I smile brightly, slightly excited by the anger on his face, and sit at the chair in front of his desk.

"I didn't know you were interested in art." he says simply. I'm confused for a moment before I remember that I told him that the course before his is a studio lesson.

"I didn't know you cared."

"do you make a habit of that?" he quirks an eyebrow.

"of what?" my expression is saccharine.

"being rude to people who control your grades."

"unless you're considering being unethical in your practices and allowing your personal opinion of me to influence my grade, then no." I counter. he's silent for a moment, taking in my words like they've left a mark on him.

"well, you'd most likely fail if I asked you to leave my office hours right now. whose fault would that be?" he fidgets with his hands and leans forward just a bit, his voice dropping to a lower tone. I bite back a smile.

"you wouldn't."

"and why is that?" he baits.

"because you're not a shitty professor, Dr. Reid," I lean back in my chair and cross my legs. "as angry as you are, you wouldn't be able to live with yourself if you kicked me— a struggling student— out of here for giving you a little attitude."

"a little attitude?" he scoffs. "you've spent the whole semester completely ambivalent."

"not completely." I shrug.

"Y/N, you draw all over your tests and leave at least one problem half-finished every time. you obviously aren't learning." he chuckles mirthlessly. I concede this point; I like to doodle when I'm bored. and there's absolutely nothing more boring to me than numbers.

"okay," I sit up and rest my elbows on the edge of his desk, staring at him. "then teach me."

Dr. Reid holds my gaze for a long moment. we're suspended, it seems, as his lips part and he finds himself speechless. the way I said the words obviously has another layer to it-- he just has to decide whether or not to take the bait.

"what are you struggling with?" he clears his throat and sits up a bit straighter in his seat. that answers my question, I guess. I poke my tongue between my teeth gently, but then pull out my notebook and flip it to a page with some problems outlined on it.

"these." I toss the thing onto his side and he begins to run through the assignment. I watch him pick up a pen and start to explain the steps, slipping into his usual educational tone. his shoulders relax a little as he writes.

I can't see right from the angle I'm at, so I stand and come around onto his side. I hear him pause his speaking for a moment at my proximity, but he doesn't move away.

"does that make sense?" he asks me once he's finished running through the first problem. he basically did all the work. the professor's head turns to gauge my reaction to the explanation, but his eye line is right at the hem of my skirt-- which is already pretty short. for all his attempts to be subtle, he gulps and looks up at me.

"mostly." I brush a piece of hair behind my ear and pretend to scratch at a spot on my upper thigh, dragging the edge of my skirt with it until he can see the smooth skin beneath, practically begging for his touch. "can I ask you a question?"

"sure." he keeps his eyes almost too focused on mine. I try to hide the smile tugging at my lips. now or never, I guess.

"what's your policy on professor/student relationships?"

"my-- my what?" this time, he's audibly scattered when he turns to me. his eyes are wide, dark. even he can't hide his feelings.

"you know," I run my fingertips over the tweed shoulder of his jacket. I can sense the tension beneath his clothes. "like, your policy on fucking a student."

"I--" his cheeks turn pink. he's flustered, albeit not rejecting my touch. "I've never had to think about it before."

"hmm," I look off to the side as if considering this point. his chair is fully turned to face me now, and I'm standing in front of him, almost completely his for the taking. all he has to do is close the gap. "well, what are you thinking about it right now?"

"it's wrong." he stumbles over the words.

"why?"

"well, I mean, you're a student--"

"for a semester that's almost over." I cut him off. he opens and closes his mouth. I take a deep breath, toying with the hem of my skirt. "I know you've been looking at me during class."

"w-what?"

"you're pretty good at hiding it, but you call on me a lot and you get all messed up when I hold eye contact too long during lectures." I say.

he looks down and back up apologetically. he's just sitting there, lap wide open. so I do what any sane girl in my position would do: I climb into it, straddling him and resting my arms around his neck. he sucks in a breath.

"you pretend I'm such a pain," I lean down by his ear, my core drawing over his pants. he tenses as I speak. "but you like that I'm your little problem."

"Y/N..." he trails off, but his hips are bucking up into mine.

"see?" I look between our bodies at his movements, then at him. I smirk as I look into those lust-darkened eyes. after a moment of him not speaking, I straighten. "look, I'll leave you alone if it really bothers you--"

as I start to get off his lap, he grabs me and pulls me back down. the force hits my center at just the right angle and I let out a slight mewl. he hears the sound and before I can register the pleasure, he grabs my face and yanks me closer to kiss him.

god, he feels so good. I rock my hips against his while our lips pass over each other hungrily. so much tension built up over the past few months, so many thoughts I've had of him, now coming to fruition. it's amazing.

"not so 'wrong' now, is it?" I chuckle against his mouth.

"shut up." he orders. one moment of broken contact to slide my top over my head and throw it on the floor.

I sigh as he starts to kiss across my jaw and down my throat. "I like when you talk like that, Dr. Reid."

one hand grips my hips tighter and he releases a groan against my skin.

"is that why you're such a fucking brat in my class?" he bites my collarbone and I moan. "because you want me to put you in your place?"

"mhmm." I hum. his fingertips move under my skirt, sliding up my thighs and toying with the waistband of my panties. he teases me by grazing my slit over the fabric, inhaling sharply at the wet patch.

"sitting in the back of my room, fucking dripping..." he mumbles to himself as he starts to rub me.

"touch me." I breathe out, trying to gain the friction that I need.

"not if you're gonna be a brat." he removes his hand and I let out a frustrated noise as I try to find the pressure I need elsewhere by grinding down on him. he grunts at the way I pant into his mouth, trying to kiss him with every chance I get. his lips are so smooth and sweet against mine. there's something affectionate about it even in its ferocity.

"I'll be good." I practically beg.

"that's what I thought." he slides his tongue over his bottom lip as he watches me whimper on top of him.

"come on, Spencer..." I use the name for the first time and he grabs my face in his hand, squeezing my cheeks.

"not my name, sweetheart." he stares into my eyes expectantly and I smirk.

"you're fucked up, doctor."

"so are you."

after he says that, he lifts me off his lap and stands up, pushing between my shoulder blades until my face is pressed onto the desk. I let out a needy whine, wiggle my ass back in hopes of finding his crotch, but he's not willing to give me that, yet.

instead, he gently touches my skirt, flipping it up so that he can see my ass. immediately, he starts to knead it. my palms are pressed flat against the desk with anticipation, silently thankful that my panties are still on. I think I'd be dripping down my thighs if they weren't.

"are you gonna be more respectful?" his voice is low, one hand tracing over my back. I shake.

"mhmm."

"I won't spank you if you don't use your words, sweetheart."

"yes." I choke out, no longer wanting to give any sort of resistance. I had no idea there was this side of him, and I love it.

he loves it too, apparently, because his hand comes down sharply on my ass. I yelp at the contact and he runs his fingers over the point of impact, rubbing the flesh gently.

"too hard, baby?" he checks.

"harder." I beg. I can't see his face, but I can sense his smile as if it's my own. his palm hits me again, and I gasp.

"you like being punished?"

"yes." strangled and desperate.

he slips his finger beneath the fabric of my panties, collecting my essence and letting out a quiet moan when he feels me. I push my hips against his fingers, partly expecting him to remove all the pressure, but he doesn't bother waiting.

he slips his index inside and I gasp. starts to push in and out, his silence proving his arousal. I can practically feel his eyes on me. the pace increases a bit and he slides in his middle finger. I buck against the desk.

"oh fuck!" I cry out as he starts to go faster. he curls them against my walls and I arch my back.

"two fingers and you're already breaking?" Spencer chuckles as he moves inside me. he keeps one hand on my ass while he does it, starting to finger me at a ridiculous speed while I pant and moan and cry.

"I--" I gulp down air. "I need you in it."

he bends down by my ear, never breaking his rhythm. my legs are shaking from the force. "you need my cock?"

"yes," I feel myself closing in around him. "god, yes."

"you're lucky I wanna fuck you so bad." he mutters. I grin as I hear the clink of his belt coming undone, the sliding through the belt loops, the sound of him stripping down to nothing. I can feel my excitement on the inside of my thighs, spread around by his reckless fingers as he removes my panties and skirt.

he grinds himself against my pussy, coating himself in me, while he releases low, longing moans. I suck in a breath when the head pushes in, every inch pushing me open a little more. I don't have the ability to form words, so I bite my lip and grip onto the edge of the desk until my knuckles turn white.

his breath stops for a moment before he groans.

"so ready for me."

he's not even all the way in, and he has to pause to let me adjust. when he taps the inside of my thigh for me to part them more, I do it quickly and beg him to fill me up. I can barely take the pressure between my hips, but it burns in an inviting way.

"keep going." I direct him. he runs his hands over the curve of my waist and starts to thrust into me at a rate that leaves me panting. it's not too fast or slow, just impatient and needy. every sound that spills from his lips turns me on more.

"where'd the attitude go, huh?" he digs his hips into mine. his cock hits my cervix and I squeak against the wood, but he holds my back down. I don't even try to argue with him, too overcome with the pleasure that's coursing through my limbs. he starts to build up his speed. "don't have much to say when you're getting fucked?"

"Dr. Reid--" I moan.

he plows into me so hard, the desk shifts on the floor and he grabs my ass with both hands.

"take it, baby. fucking take it."

I get up on my elbows to look behind me, just to glimpse how he looks as he gets closer. his curls have fallen more in his face, and his shirt is gone. I want to touch him desperately, to feel the lovely skin of his torso and arms and everything else, but he keeps me down for the most part. all I get is the sight of his mouth open and his hips moving quickly against mine.

"look at me, there you go." he grabs my face and holds me there, our eyes locked. mine are welling at the sheer overwhelming pleasure inside, but his are dark and intense. they search mine for something I can only hope to offer.

"that feels so good, Dr. Reid." I pant. he bites his lip as he watches my mouth hanging open in lecherous shock.

"I bet it does," he explores my body. "coming in here, hoping I fuck you like you deserve. you're lucky I'm going easy on you."

"thank you." I whine.

"you might need some extra lessons, yeah?" he grunts out, moving into me with a bruising force.

"yes, please." I whisper. my voice is practically gone at this point, my mind entirely focused on the knot building in my stomach.

"what was that, baby?" he pulls my hair gently.

"yes— fuck— yes, please, Dr. Reid."

"what a beautiful girl." he smirks. I whimper when he runs his fingernails down my ribcage. I can feel it coming from the way he starts to move tumultuously, every thrust pushing harder and seeking more release. it's fervent, how he takes me and grips my hips like the force itself will push him over the edge.

"I'm so close..." I breathe out as I try for as much friction as I can.

"show me," he drops down so his stomach is flush to my back. "show me how you cum, Y/N."

the way he says my name-- husky and warm and full of lust-- causes me to snap. I cry out as he reaches around to clamp a hand around my mouth, climaxing and pulsing around his dick as I drop down against the surface again. I want him to finish inside, so I do my best to keep him here. and his thrusts are getting more staccato as he chases the sensation my walls create.

"can I fill you, angel?" he asks. he's breathing right by my ear, and the feeling is sending shivers down my spine. I love how his weight feels.

"yes." I moan and he slides his fingers into my mouth. I suck on them while he orgasms, jerking into my pussy and letting out unholy sounds of ecstasy. he says unintelligible things in the throes of his orgasm. pounds into me until I'm sure I won't be able to walk tomorrow.

"jesus christ, Y/N." he slows to a stop. when he pulls his cock out of me, the absence makes me whine. I miss his body already.

"oh my god." I clench my hands into fists as I try to catch my breath. I'm still bent over the desk as though I've been completely sapped of all my energy. I suppose I have. he doesn't touch me for a moment in the spirit of letting me recover from the small shudders still running over my skin.

"that was great." he says after we've both had time to fill our lungs. I push myself onto my elbows again.

"correct." I grin and straighten up more until I'm standing. he stares at me, at the cum now dripping down my legs, entranced.

"let me get you something to clean up." he snaps out of it a little. I can't stop looking at him, either, in love with the way he moves and the way he breathes after exerting himself on my body.

"come here." I bite my lip. for some reason, despite what we just did, this is scarier than everything else. he steps closer and I reach up, kiss him softly. part of me worries that he'll pull away and be terrified. maybe that he'll tell me that I've read too much into this.

he's much gentler than before. our first kiss was full of need and primal desire, but this is more affectionate. I remove myself from his embrace.

"okay, you can go now." I giggle. his fingertips linger on my waist and he smiles. I push his shoulder. "I literally have your cum all over me-- go."

"fine." he starts to put his clothes on.

"does this mean I get an A?" I joke. Spencer shakes his head.

"nice try. when we're done cleaning you up, we're gonna sit down and figure this out."

I let out a whine, and he kisses my cheek before looking me in the eyes. "it'll be fun. I promise."

"math is not fun."

"I can't believe I like a girl who doesn't enjoy such a beautiful subject." he rolls his eyes and I giggle. he's perfect.

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[OM!] College!AU Zoom University Headcanons

For the 7 Demon Brothers + Solomon

Scenario: Headcanons about how you interact with the demon brothers online during online lectures via Zoom (an online video platform that universities have been using to teach classes) and their habits using it

Notes: gn!MC, Considering most universities (including mine) are all online AGAIN fall quarter and we’re going to be using Zoom forever……. i kinda wish i DID have online classes with the demon boys (and Solomon)

Lucifer

Video off, mic off, no profile pic just the typical first and last name, so you don’t really talk to him but you do see his name pop up in the Zoom chat to ask clarification questions

Accidentally has his mic on sometimes

First time you interact with him is when you private message him “hey, I think your mic is still on” because everyone can hear his brothers arguing in the background

The mic is soon turned off and you get a response back “thanks. Sorry you had to hear all of that”

“Yeah no prob. How many brothers do you have anyways?”

“Too many.”

Thus starts your relationship with him as zoom buddies, asking each other privately what the professor just said and some clarification questions

If you’re shy about asking stuff, he has no problems asking for you; never makes you feel dumb about your questions

first time you hear his voice during midterm season when the professor doesn’t see your messages (“you’d expect them to know how this all works by now” he messages you dryly) and he asks his question out loud before the professor can move on

(lowkey think he’s hot just from his voice)

Then highkey finds out he’s hot when his video is accidentally on for a few seconds when he’s distracted with Asmo or Mammon in the background

Bonus points if you tease him about it

Shows up at office hours when the TA is late and you just talk to him, exchange emails and numbers ;) y’know for homework help

If you’re going to do group projects, he seeks you out first-- god forbid he’s stuck with someone who doesn’t do the work ONLINE

Mammon

Mic is ALWAYS accidentally on until the professor mutes him or tells him to mute himself

“Oh, sorry prof!!! My b!!”

Private messages you on purpose to ask a clarification question because he doesn’t want to seem dumb asking it to everyone or to the professor

You wonder why he chose you but then you realize it’s because you had asked a question yourself earlier in the lecture or answered a question

It becomes a recurring thing-- like EVERY lecture

If you’re not annoyed at him, then you might suggest that the two of you share a document for notes or tease him about just having you teach the lecture if he’s confused

“Actually, that sounds great!” he types to you before you could say jk “that’d help me a lot, thanks!!”

Smh why did you sign up for more work for yourself but oh well, he seems like a nice guy

Is also a very attractive guy, you realize, when you schedule a zoom meeting with him and actually see his face

Realizes why he keeps asking questions is because he plays card games on a split screen instead of paying attention to lecture (same tho)

Invites you to join him by private messaging you a link to join (and you do eventually when lectures gets boring)

Sometimes sends the invite link to the whole class by accident

He admits he wouldn’t even attend lecture and would just watch the recording but you’re always there so he goes

Which means you suppose you should keep going to lecture if anything to have him go as well

Leviathan

Already the master of online classes tbh and has no problem with the format

Finds it kind of annoying when there’s technical difficulties, but he just quickly switches to a tab to watch anime

Probably is just watching anime on another tab if the lecture gets boring or slow anyways

He’s always the first one to answer forum/discussion posts because he’s just very tech-savvy and good at replying to people

First interaction is probably him answering one of your questions on the discussion question and from then on after you start messaging him privately during lecture when you have a question you think he can help with

A little hesitant on helping you, but you’re also just really nice to him so he’s okay with helping you, I guess

Give him your email? Why? So he can send you the book pdfs and previous practice tests of course, why else??

O-Oh, you want to add him on social media? Just to ask for homework questions right? Okay, yeah, sure! o////o

If video is on, you see the reflection of anime in one of his mirrors and casually ask him which episode he’s on

Has never been so shook or attentive in his LIFE

Satan

He is a godsend during every breakout room because he ACTUALLY TALKS instead of leaving you in a quiet room alone with three other strangers

You think you’re lowkey in love with him when he has no problems volunteering to present to the professor and putting his thoughts into words so eloquently

He also appreciate you talking during discussion too, and enjoys the conversations the two of you have while you’re not even sure the other blank profile pics are even there anymore

He’s the one to suggest making a shared doc to share notes and study together-- the man is productive and efficient about this, what can I say?

Manages to convince you to go to office hours with him and meet up for studying hours and ooooh he’s hot

He’s actually a very good study buddy, especially when he’s teaching you something you’re confused about, but also just good to study together with (when you’re not too busy staring at him)

The only reason why you’re focused during class because he’d look disappointed at you if you weren’t-- that’s on you for caring about what he thinks, but he’s just so PUT TOGETHER how do you NOT look up to him?

Finds out that he’s actually just a mess like everyone else when his brothers come in during one of your study session and he says “excuse me,” mutes the mic and goes off screen; you can see some shadows in the back as satan shoves his brothers out of the room and manhandles them till they leave

Is kind of embarrassed he forgot to turn of video too but you just think it’s funny because you relate to the lack of privacy of online classes (and perhaps annoying siblings)

Asmodeus

How the hell does he look awake and lively at a 9am lecture class????

Is that make up??? Is he… wearing PANTS??? (you don’t remember the last time you put on actual pants)

The most functional-looking person in the entire zoom lecture, asides from the professor

Has video on all the time-- because honestly why wouldn’t he? He actually looks good

Definitely not paying attention most of the time, and you see it on his face

Messages you first when you actually wear something nice for once because you’re going to go to the supermarket afterwards

“Ooh, where’d you get that accessory??”

The two of you end up not paying attention AT ALL and instead just gush about each other’s outfits

Definitely is not afraid to ask for your social media so you can follow each other and ask for homework help I guess but MAINLY to talk to each other because online classes can get sooooo tedious

Really really wants to be able to meet you in person someday when it’s safe (“we’d look so cute together!!!”) but settles for facetime or zoom meet-ups

Really does not hesitate to make friends and make the best out of social situations despite remote format bless him

The only time he doesn’t turn on video is after a night of drinking with his brothers (“it was mammon’s birthday” he types into the chat with you, “ugh i’m probably going to go lie down, let me know how lecture goes”)

Beelzebub

Always eating-- even if this wasn’t online, he’d also be the one to bring snacks-- his whole LUNCH to class to eat so this isn’t too surprising

You think it’s hilarious when he actually brings his laptop or phone (whatever he’s using zoom with) to the kitchen and literally makes dinner during the lecture

Sometimes you watch his tiny video of him putting stuff into the oven than the lecture slides and you bet your entire class is doing that too

Sometimes you ask him jokingly what he’s cooking and you’re surprised when he pauses and answers your question mid-dinner making

“Lasagna. You want some?”

“Yeah send it over through mail bro”

You don’t actually know if he’s actually retaining any lecture information, but apparently he’s doing decent enough-- still, if you offer to share your notes, he’d be so grateful

“Where do you live?”

“Ldfjalskjd why are you going to send me food?”

“Yeah. What’s your address? I’ll send you a box of cookies or something.”

Basically he just does NOT care what the entire class sees him doing; he could be cooking, eating, working out-- he’s listening to the lecture out loud but he’s giving you a show (whether it’s a cooking show or a work out video depends on the time of day)

Belphegor

If the lectures are recorded, you’ll never see him, especially if the class is early in the morning LOL

If you do see him during lecture and video is on, he’s always in his pajamas or sleep clothes, a pillow in front of him

During discussion, if video is required, he probably has a screenshot of himself awake as a profile picture so he can snooze away pretending like he’s actually there

You definitely notice because he’s the first video to show up in your gallery and his video is like never moving HAHA

You finally message him when the TA splits you all into breakout rooms when you’re all supposed to be finding the answer or discussing something to be shared later

Kind of awkward at first because he’s like… asleep, but when he wakes up blearily, he does participate-- if only for your sake and for discussion points

“Hey… wake me up if the TA or professor asks us any questions, will ya?” he says as he puts his head down and sleeps

Since you and him are now officially breakout room buddies, you message him when you have a question and know that he’ll probably respond to you by the end of class because he actually knows the material despite sleeping through half of the class

Is actually very appreciative of you that you volunteer to speak on behalf of your breakout room if no one else does because that means HE doesn’t have to do it

Bonus:

Solomon

The one to make the groupchat/slack link and send it to everyone in the class so we could actually help each other in the class

Shares a link to a google folder with resources

Highkey more useful than a TA sometimes

Super helpful, efficient, and charismatic… but suspiciously so

Like where did he get all these pdfs? Where did he get all these 100% test from previous years? And-- is that an answer key??? To what???

Video isn’t on ever, so you have no clue what he looks like… until you’re in the same discussion as him and he turns on his video for breakout rooms

He always, ALWAYS sits at the island in the kitchen and sips coffee whenever you have discussion with him

Responds back to you almost immediately if you ask him questions during lecture (because honestly, why not-- he seems smart and has his life together) but if anyone messages him in the groupchat, surprisingly takes a while to reply… maybe he’s busy?

Anyhow you’re not gonna question it; you’re gonna pass this class and Solomon is carrying everyone to an A+

#obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me #ZOOM UNIVERSITY BABY

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some-kindofgnome · 4 years

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Kinktober #7: Anytime: Mirio Togata

In which you give Mirio something that he really, really deserves.

Characters: Mirio Togata x f!Reader

Warnings: smut (18+ please!) oral sex (m-receiving, mentions of f-receiving), fluff (FLUFF), aged up characters, public showers, strong language, mirio being absolutely adorable, offensively early visits to the gym

Notes: We’ve made it to the end of the first week of Kinktober! Thank you to everyone who’s been following, liking, and reading my work! I’ve had a lot of fun creating and sharing these stories for you so far.

I’ve got a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it college au coming atcha! Today’s prompt was ‘Blowjob,’ and I’m not gonna lie- I’m excited to put this one into the world. 😂 It’s cuuuuuute, okay?

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“The coast is clear.”

“Good. Close the door.”

You’re in stealth mode as you creep into the showers, sticking close enough to Mirio that your nose is practically buried between his shoulder blades. Even if the locker room doors are only twenty feet from where you’d been standing, you’ve got your fingers laced through his.

You’re not quite ready to break contact with him, considering what you’ve got planned.

It was his idea to start working out in the mornings again. You used to come in the evenings, after both of you were finished with class and schoolwork. But the only problem was that everybody else on the entire goddamned college campus- students, profs, anyone with a heartbeat- had the same idea.

Sick of crowded treadmills and waiting in line for weight benches, you came when the doors opened at six-thirty every morning. Some other gyms might be crowded at that time. But this was a college gym. And no college student in their right mind got out of bed before nine.

Needless to say, you almost always have the place to yourselves. You love working out with Mirio. Not only is he the best coach- encouraging, challenging, but never judgemental- but you get to watch him, too.

Something tells you that he’s clued into the fact that you like a little eye candy with your early morning workout, since he’s started showing up with less clothing every time. He’s got a habit of wearing those loose-fitting athletic shorts these days that don’t hide a damned thing.

And you’re pretty fucking sure he’s not wearing anything underneath them, either.

Your friends like to tease you about the sunny disposition your boyfriend always carries. They seem to think that the ability to seem happy all the time and a tendency toward dirty thoughts are mutually exclusive traits.

You don’t like to kiss and tell. But as soon as both of you had been dating long enough to get over yourselves, you’d discovered that Mirio Togata was a shameless- no, ruthless- flirt.

He closes the door softly behind him. His reflexes are still on high alert from sneaking past the desk attendant, even though she’d looked about as close to sleeping with her eyes open as one can possibly get. Apparently, she doesn’t get paid enough to stop you.

That doesn’t stop either of you from wanting the door locked, though. With deft fingers, Mirio slips the latch into place.

Then you’re on him.

“W-wait, babe, I-I thought we were gonna shower first-“

He stutters between peals of laughter as you grab him by the arms and hustle him toward the tile wall, pushing his shoulders up against it and kissing your way down his neck.

“Can’t wait,” you mumble, sliding unabashedly onto your knees in front of him. “Wanna taste you.”

You’ve been thinking about doing this all morning. It all started over at the bench press when, instead of spotting him, you were spotting the half-mast he’d been sporting through his basketball shorts. Apparently, exertion did that to a guy.

Exertion. Arousal. You don’t care, as long as it’s in your mouth.

Mirio’s definitely caught off guard by your forwardness, but he’s not stopping you as you shove his shorts down. You’re right, by the way- he’s not wearing anything underneath. Goddamn tease. He knows what he’s getting himself into.

He’s only half-hard but you can’t wait to get your mouth on him, flushed and salty. You wrap your fingers around the base of his cock and his hips stutter.

“P-princess,” he grunts as hard lines of muscle stand out along the ridges of his tensing thighs. You can’t wait any longer, leaning in and licking a stripe up the underside of his cock before you swallow him down.

You’ve never felt a reaction like his before.

The urgency of this entire situation was born out of a conversation that came last night. The two of you had been curled in his bed, spent and breathless. He’d gone down on you, eating you out until you were numb and boneless, and you’d mentioned something after the fact about returning the favour.

“I’d never make you,” he’d chuckled bashfully, “but if you ever wanted to, I’d love to know what it feels like.”

You sprang out of bed so fast that you bashed your shin against the frame. The bruise is getting nasty now, almost ten hours later.

Nobody in the history of Mirio Togata had ever thought that he had a cock worth sucking. When you’d tried to ask him why, he’d just blushed and insisted that none of the girls he’d ever dated seemed interested. And he wasn’t interested in making them do something they didn’t enjoy, so… here he was. Twenty years old and he’s never had his cock sucked.

You’d promised to rectify the issue. At a later date, when the two of you had regained feeling in your limbs again.

Cue early morning workout. Scandalously underdressed boyfriend. Conveniently abandoned locker room. Delightfully cool tile wall.

Now it’s Mirio’s turn to go boneless with his back to it. One of his hands crawls into the base of your ponytail as his hips jerk hesitantly into your mouth.

“Ah! Nngh, I’m sorry,” he pants, but you’re prepared for this. You purse your lips and groan around him, letting him shiver through the vibrations before you pull your mouth off him with a wet little pop.

“I can take you, baby,” you promise breathlessly, casting your eyes up just long enough to see what a brilliant shade of scarlet his ears and cheeks are turning. For a man with so much confidence in bed, it’s nice to see him fall apart every so often. He’s not afraid to give up his composure to you.

Just another thing you love so much about him.

You take him again- only this time, you draw it out, suckling playfully at the head until he’s whimpering and flexing his hand in your hair. And when you’re almost certain he can’t handle any more you start into a rhythm, bobbing back and forth while your tongue works him and your hand picks up the slack.

He’s too big to swallow completely, but… it’s not like he’ll have anything to compare this feeling to.

“Oh god, Princess, I- your mouth…”

You suck and lick and slurp away, letting it get sloppy. Loving the way he seems overstimulated already, giving tender little cries as his body shakes and shudders with every purse of your lips.

“Look at you,” he gasps, and you realize that he’s looking down at you for the first time. That seems to double the tension in his body, and you slide your free hand up the front of one bare thigh, finding the weight of his balls and giving them a gentle tug.

He shouts, throwing his head into the tiles with a dull little thud. You feel his knees give a little.

“Oh god,” comes his voice again, pinched and desperate. “Aw, hell, oh, man, oh, fu-huck, I-I’m…”

He doesn’t give you too much warning, but you’re ready for him anyway as his body seizes. He jerks involuntarily at your hair and his hips buck forward, fucking your face as his cock twitches.

He cries out and tries to pull back, but you grab his ass, pulling his hips forcefully forward and holding him there. He takes the hint and leans into it, giving a cry of your name as he empties himself down your throat.

When he’s finished and going limp in your mouth you pull away and he collapses against the wall, sliding down it until his bare ass is on the floor with his shorts still around his knees.

“So?” You hum, sliding up next to him. You help him tug his shorts up and get himself situated again, and he runs a hand over the back of his neck, which has also gone crimson.

“You’re…” he starts, then trails off. When he looks up at you it’s with the most bashful, loving grin you’ve ever seen. If he could have hearts in his eyes, he would.

“You’re incredible.”

You laugh. You can’t help it. You lean in and kiss his cheek, then nuzzle your nose against the corner of his jaw.

“Nah,” you reply. “You just really, really deserved that.”

He doesn’t say anything right away. A thoughtful expression crosses his face for a moment. Then he speaks up.

“So you’ll do it again sometime?”

You’re still giggling, but it’s only because you’re falling in love with him all over again. You put your arms around him and squeeze.

“Any time.”

He leans over and kisses the top of your head, smiling into your hair.

“Good.”

In a single, sweeping motion, he grabs you by the thighs and hauls you into his arms, hoisting himself into his feet. He’s making for one of the benches, and you can tell by the look in his eye- not hearts anymore, something else- that you’re in for it now.

He lays you out on the narrow bench and gets down on his knees beside you. Bashful, overstimulated Mirio is nowhere to be found as he smirks, bringing his mouth to your ear and giving you a tender growl.

“My turn.”

#mirio togata x reader #my hero academia #mirio x reader #lemillion #mha lemillion #kinktober #jbbkinktober2020 #mirio togata #mirio #mha fanfiction #boku no hero academia #bnha fanfiction

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jj-lives · 4 years

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Dragon Inktober Bmblb

Wow 2 days in a row!!

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As finals drew near there became less and less time for date nights, whether solo or their frequent double dates with Ruby and Weiss. And no matter how convincing Blake thought she was being, Yang refused to accept studying as a date.

“But Yang, Isn’t us spending time together the point of a date?”

“Yes, but studying is not spending time together.” Yang retorted, giving up on her Bio text for the moment.

“But us reading in the apartment is?”

“That’s different!”

Blake scoffed amused. “How so?”

“Well-“ How was it different? “Because we are sharing something you love to do so I feel like that brings us closer.” Blake looked up from her text with a soft smile. “And no matter how much you tell me studying will benefit us in the long run, you will never convince me this is something you enjoy doing.”

“You’re right about that.” Sighing Blake closed her text and started packing up.

Excited at the turn of events Yang began haphazardly shoving her belongings into her bag as well.

“No, no no.” Blake put a hand on the text Yang was about to pack up. “You are not finished. Keep studying.”

“But-“

“I have to go see if I can catch my History Prof before she leaves campus. I’m having some trouble understanding how her notes say one thing but the text is telling us another.” Blake took a half step passed Yang but paused as the saddened expression Yang was giving off as she pulled her things back out. “You will survive studying. You don’t have to look so sad.”

“I’m not sad about studying.” She defended. “I just- You know what? Never mind.” Yang smiled up at her girlfriend. “I’m just being dumb. You better hurry to catch your Prof.”

“By now I would think you would be aware you can’t placate me with fake smiles.”

“I’m just,” she slumped to rest her forehead on the table. “Everyone is so busy studying I feel like I haven’t seen any of you in weeks.”

“Yang.”

The soft pitying way Blake said her name unnerved her. She didn’t like being pitied. She was strong and independent and should be able to last the few weeks of finals without the others’ company.

“Like I said,” Yang spoke up stubbornly. “I’m just being dumb. You should get going. Should I wait here for you?”

Blake didn’t answer right away. And Yang knew she would be contemplating how to deal with her. But right now Yang did need space to sort out her head.

“I’ll meet you at home. I have something I need to pick up at the store. Don’t stay here too late, okay?”

“I only have a few chapters to make it through before heading home. Shouldn’t take more than an hour or so.”

“Okay.” Blake placed a kiss to the top of Yang’s head before taking her leave. It pulled a smile from Yang at least.

She groaned loudly once Blake was out of earshot which garnered her a nasty look from a student at a nearby table. She waved sheepishly in apology before turning back to her text.

She thought forced studying with Blake had been bad, studying without her was even worse.

It had taken her longer that expected to get through the remaining chapters. She thought not having Blake around would have been less of a distraction. But the lack of noise from her flipping pages, or the little noises she made when she found what she was looking for through her notes were all things Yang became acutely aware she missed once they were absent.

So almost three hours later she finally dragged herself into their apartment. Glancing at the whiteboard on the fridge she saw a note from Ruby.

‘Yang grilled cheese in fridge.’

Too tired to make anything else she grabbed the sandwich from the fridge and took a bite. It definitely would have been better warm but she really couldn't be bothered. She picked up the hanging marker and wrote a quick ‘Thanks’ under Ruby’s message before throwing her bag on the couch and making her way to the bathroom.

That’s what their interactions had become, notes on a whiteboard. She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d seen Ruby. She was spending almost every waking moment with Weiss, studying. Yang knew she couldn’t be mad over Ruby’s absence; She was basically doing the same with Blake. She just missed her sister. She even missed Weiss, not that she would ever admit that out loud.

She let the shower’s hot spray relax the tense muscles formed by being hunched over a table for hours. Feeling a little more relaxed as she exited the bathroom. Yang crept quietly into her room assuming Blake was already asleep. Her assumptions were proved correct when she saw a still form on Blake’s side of the bed. Quickly and quietly she threw on a clean tank top and shorts to sleep in before gently sliding into bed beside Blake. The other shifted in the darkness when the bed dipped and Yang stared at the ceiling, trying to remain still as Blake fell back to sleep.

What she missed most was Blake. Yang shifted to her side, facing her girlfriend’s back. If Yang was honest, she was lonely. But it sounded ridiculous in her head, she wasn’t about to voice it to anyone. How could she be lonely when Blake was right there, not even a foot away from her?

Closing her eyes, Yang told herself tomorrow would be better, even though she knew she was telling herself a lie. Her last exam may be the next day but Ruby, Weiss and even Blake still had a couple more weeks left.

“Ugh,” Yang breathed, sliding into her truck. “It’s over.”

The last exam wasn’t as hard as she thought it was going to be; she did have to give that credit to Blake though, it was the constant studying that had accomplished that.

Tapping the steering wheel, she tried to figure out where to go. She could go back home, but she knew no one would be there. She’d woken up to an empty bed and empty apartment. Blake just left a note on the fridge wishing her good luck on her exam. She could try the library. Blake might be there studying, but without her own subjects to study Yang knew she would more than likely just be a distraction rather than a welcome surprise.

Not knowing where to go and not wanting to go home Yang ended up driving aimlessly around Vale. She treated herself to a milkshake from the vendor in the park and spent some time trying to relax on a bench in a secluded part beneath some trees. When she had nowhere left to drive and no reason to keep her out she decided it was time to head home.

She hadn’t expected Blake to be there, not until late, but she was pleasantly surprised to see her sitting on the couch.

“How was the exam?” Blake asked, getting up to meet her at the door.

“It wasn’t horrible.” Yang groaned which pulled a smile from the other.

Blake wrapped her arms around Yang’s waist before leaning in for a kiss. Yang couldn't help but sink into her embrace. She knew Blake only meant it as a welcome home kiss, but Yang just missed her, a lot. And she didn’t seem to mind the slightly desperate way Yang’s lips moved against her own.

When they pulled apart they were both breathing hard, but Yang kept a tight hold on Blake’s hips; she wasn’t ready to let go just yet.

“Thanks for making me study so hard.” She whispered, lips still millimeters apart.

Blake’s entire body shivered and Yang revelled in the physical response she could pull from the girl in her arms. Blake initiated the second kiss as well, but this time the desperation seemed evenly matched.

“Ugh,” Blake growled as they separated. She buried her face in Yang’s collar and sighed deeply. “When finals are over we are making time for us to be alone, deal?”

Yang laughed. “I would have made time during finals. You can prioritize better than me.”

“Oh?” Blake chuckled into her neck before pulling back to look Yang in the eyes. She placed a hand on Yang’s cheek and one more quick chaste kiss to her lips. “My willpower is finite, and it’s been crumbling pretty quickly the past few weeks.”

“Really?” Yang was surprised. It hadn’t looked like Blake was struggling at all.

“Yes, I miss you Yang. But I knew one of us needed to be strong. I didn’t want our relationship to be the reason you failed an exam.”

“I think I did better on these exams than the winter ones, thanks to you.”

“You are welcome. But as much as I have suffered and have to continue to suffer for a few more weeks, I know I’m dealing better with this than you, Yang. I’ve been used to solitude and being on my own. But you are the complete opposite.”

“I’m fine.”

“I know, but I got you something anyway.” Blake stepped back, a mischievous smile forming.

“You got me something?”

“Well us. I got us something.” She led Yang to their bedroom. “I needed something to both cheer you up and keep you occupied for the next few weeks while I focus on my own exams.”

“Should I be scared?”

Blake laughed.

“I hope not.”

Yang noticed there was a blanket covered box in the corner of the room which Blake made a beeline for. But when she removed the blanket it became apparent it was not a box at all. A metal crate that was housing a small black and white puppy.

“You didn’t!” Yang squealed, dropping to her knees and hastily unfastening the hooks to open the door. The previously sleeping puppy was quick to wake at the excited voice of someone new. “What’s its name?”

It had the colouring of a border collie, all black but with a white chest and legs but it didnt have the long hair a collie normally wore. Its tail had about half an inch of white tuft at the end and was as thick as a foxes.

“I haven’t given him one yet.” Blake dropped beside Yang as she scooped the small bundle into her lap. “I thought we could name him together.”

"He's not a pure bred is he?"

"No." Blake supplied even though it was quite obviously a mutt. " but with the way you took me in after my apartment and all, I didn't think you minded taking in strays."

Yang smiled. Was that what Blake was, a stray?

“Well if you were trying to distract me from missing you, you may have gone a little overboard. I may never need to give you attention again.” Yang lifted the pup up to Blake. “Look at that little face!”

The puppy kicked its hanging legs and stretched to give Blake a kiss before Yang pulled him out of reach.

“Hey! Watch yourself mister. Blake’s my girl.”

“You were saying, about never needing to give me attention again?” Blake teased. “Looks like I have another admirer.”

“Of course you do.” Yang rolled her eyes. “Anyone would be stupid not to fall in love with you.”

She turned the puppy to face her and it stopped trying to give kisses but it did turn its head and try to nip at Yang’s fingers holding it.

“Hey, that’s rude!”

She placed it down and laughed as it chased her hands around the carpet. When Yang’s reflexes were too fast for him, he became annoyed and growled at her.

“He’s a little monster I think.” Yang thought for a moment. “Monster? No that’s not any good.”

“What did you just say?” Blake voiced softly.

“Monster, but that’s not a good name.”

“No.” Blake placed a hand on Yang’s arm, “before that.”

The colour drained from Yang’s face as she realized what she’d let slip. They hadn’t said those words yet and Yang was waiting for a romantic time to tell her. She thought after finals, when she could take Blake on a proper date. But she couldn’t really take the words back now, and laughing them away as a joke would be a lie.

Yang grabbed the puppy and placed him back in her lap, smiling down at the terror before searching Blake’s face for any clues to how she was feeling.

“I said anyone would be stupid not to fall in love with you.” Blake ducked her head as her cheeks turned red. “And I may be a dunce in many regards, but falling in love with you was the smartest thing I’ve ever done.”

“I love you too.” Blake said after some silent moments.

“Well that’s a relief.” Yang joked, trying to relieve the tension.

Blake elbowed her. “Though why I do is still a mystery.”

“What good is love without a little mystery?" Yang winked. "Speaking of, what are we going to name our little love child?” Yang asked as he curled up in her lap.

“Ew, don’t call him that.”

“Well then pick a name!” Yang laughed. “Or LC will stick.”

“Please no.”

“Well we could just name him by his last name for now until we decide. Xiao Long?”

“Why does he get your last name?” Blake asked as she reached to scratch the pup's ears. He lifted his head and nipped at her hand playfully. “You’ve already taught him the bad habit of nipping hands… he is definitely your son. Xiao Long it is.”

Yang chuckled. “I’ll unteach him. But how about Dragon?’

Blake pondered for a moment.

“Drako means dragon in Latin.”

“Ooo, I like that.”

“Drako Xiao Long it is.”

"His name can't be Small Dragon Dragon. So Drako Belladonna it will have to be."

"If you insist."

#bumbleby #inktober #dragon #my writing #2 days in a row!

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deans-mind-palace · 4 years

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Suspirium (Pt.6)

Pairing: Prof!Sam x Reader

Summary: You’re in your last year of your Classics and Mordern Languages studies and you’re majoring in Latin and English. Then you get assigned to a different Latin teacher. And damn, he loves his subject. Too bad that he’s also hot. What is just a childish crush soon develops into something way more complicated.

Word Count: 1,748

Warnings: Fluff and not-so-slowburn-anymore

Author’s Note: Chapter 6. Just had a look at my notes. If I want to get that all into twelve chaps they’ll definitely have to be longer... We’ll see...

Like always, my tag lists for Sam (thereby also for this story) are OPEN

Or you catch up here: Suspirium - Masterlist

"Sorry, I can't come to Ash's housewarming party," you declared when you sat with your tray across from Brooks and next to Maddie. You stole some fries from Brooks while continuing your explanation. "I have an appointment with Professor Winchester later today." Brooks and Maddie moaned at the same time. "Since you took this job as teaching assistant, you've hardly had time for us." Maddie complained and your heart grew heavy. It wasn't because you felt bad about spending so little time with your friends, but because you realized you didn't want to spend any time with them at all when you could be sitting on the green sofa at Sam's office at the same time. "Guys, hey! That's not even true. Only Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. The other four days of the week are all yours." You smiled at your friends. Brooks watched you prudently, but Maddie changed the subject and blabbed on happily. Brooks' eyes never left you.

"Hey, Sam." you greeted the young man and threw a smile at him as soon as you closed the door to his office behind you. He responded immediately. "Hey." As usual, you took your place on his couch. The springs squeaked under your weight as it was an older model, but Sam still had it from his student days. He'd told you how he stole it with his brother from a dumpster and hauled it all the way back to the dorm with him. He just couldn't get rid of it after that.

"What's on for today?" you asked and Sam lifted his eyes from some papers he was grading. Your eyes fell on your manuscript, which was on his desk. Colorful sticky notes stuck out between the pages. "It would be nice if you could help me grade some of the freshmen's papers today. I would also need a PowerPoint presentation. I have sent you the materials by e-mail. Maybe you could copy a stack of handouts? Only if that's all right." You laughed. "Sam. I'm your teaching assistant, that's what I do." Sam nodded in relief and a smile spread from his lips.

The rain pattered against the windows and poured down the glass in tiny trickles. The sky outside the window was grey. You worked side by side in silence for some time. You on the sofa,Sam at his desk. You had already copied the handouts and were now busy designing the slides of your presentation. Meanwhile, Sam went over some of the homework with a red pencil and scribbled notes on the edge of the paper in his small, neat handwriting. Soon he had finished the first stack and put the pen aside. He rubbed his forehead and sighed. You looked up in surprise. "Are you all right?" "Hm?" he asked. "ls everything all right?" "Oh, yes yes. How's the presentation going?" he asked. He stood up in one motion. He suppressed a yawn, stretched, and his back popped loudly. Sam grimaced. Then he crossed the room and bent over you to get a look at your laptop. His arms were resting on the back of the sofa, left and right of your shoulders. The soft filling was seeping out under the man's weight and his aftershave was getting up your nose. His chin hovered just inches above your hair and brown streaks fell into his face.

"You look tired, Sam," you said, looking anxiously at your professor. Sam turned his head and you looked into each other's eyes. Your noses were just a little bit apart. He smiled tired. If you'd just stretch a little, you could - "Just a little exhausted, that's all." You felt sorry for him when you saw the bags under his eyes. The rain was pattering against the glass in a monotonous melody. The sound slowly lulled you in. "How about we stop for today and start over some other time? I'll take the essays home and correct them there and you go home and rest." Sam seemed to wrestle with himself, rubbing his forehead with one hand. Then he shook his head. "No. I promised to go over the first few pages of your manuscript with you. I don't want to break my part of the bargain." That statement put a smile on your face. In a burst of courage, you reached behind you with your hand and put it on Sam's. He didn't pull it away.

"It's all right, Sammy," you replied, biting your tongue as the nickname slipped from your lips. Actually, you only called him that in your mind. "Sammy, huh? Only Dean calls me that." He smiled. Dean was his brother. You knew that much now. He had a picture of himself and his brother in a drawer of his desk. "I - um" Shit, that was embarrassing. "Sorry, Sam - I didn't mean to -" But Sam interrupted your rambling. "No, no, it's okay. Sammy's okay." He smiled warmly at you. But even the smile couldn't take the weariness out of his eyes. "So how about it? Why don't we just take some time and go over my manuscript sometime? It doesn't have to be today." You were still very close, and your neck started to hurt from looking up all the time. Sam was taller than you and you always had to look up anyway, but you liked it. You loved his height. You wondered if he was that big everywhere. You blushed from your own thoughts. What was wrong with you? Sam looked at you questioningly and you were glad he couldn't read your mind. "Let's do it this way. Do you have any plans for Sunday? I mean, Sunday's probably stupid because you're studying or partying or dating your boyfriend or-" "Sam, I don't have boyfriend." Did you remind him, albeit a little too quickly, to pause for a moment, confused. "Sunday's okay," you hurriedly declared. Sam nodded. "I'll give you my number anyway, in case something comes up." Then he fell silent. "I'd forgotten the department's not even open on Sunday." Sam suddenly remembered. "But if it's not inconvenient, we can go over the manuscript at my place and maybe order Chinese food for the nerves." "Sounds like a good plan. I'm in." Sam scribbled his number on a piece of paper and handed it to you.

"All right, I'll go now." You were gonna say goodbye and pack your bag. Sam took one look out the window. There were still big drops running down the windows. "Did you come by car?" Sam asked you. "No, I walked." Sam immediately grabbed his car keys. "Come on, I'll give you a ride." You tried to refuse. "No, it's okay. I can walk. It's not that far." "Y/N, I'm definitely not gonna let you walk home in this weather." Sam replied, looking at you seriously. "Think of it as reparations." he asked you. You sighed and admitted defeat because you felt how important it was to him. "Very well." He took your bag with a smile and grabbed his leather jacket off the chair. "Let's go."

Your spirits stopped you as soon as you were under a ledge outside the building. The rain had gotten heavier again and the drains of the street overflowed. Streams of water started flowing over the road. Cars pushed themselves over the asphalt in slow queues and stirred up the water again. "I guess we'll have to run." Sam snorted at your comment. "By the time we get through there, we'll have had three showers. Let's take my jacket." He spread his jacket over his head, telling you to come closer. He held his jacket over both of you and you ran. The water splashed under your feet as you ran across the parking lot.

In a hurry, Sam unlocked the car. You hopped in. Your hair dripped down your faces and then you looked at each other. The moment your eyes met, you burst out laughing. His eyes sparkled in the dim, gray daylight that slowly faded. They crinkled at the corners when he laughed and dimples appeared on his cheeks.

Sam started the car and the wiper moved across the windscreen. In the rain the headlights of oncoming cars were blurred, the rain pattered on the roof of the car and otherwise there was a pleasant silence. Sam stopped at a traffic light and looked over at you. As soon as your eyes met, you burst out laughing again. Suddenly you fell silent and looked at each other intensely. You didn't know who started it, but suddenly you came closer and closer. Sam's eyes left yours and moved to your lips. Only a few seconds before your lips met, the sound of honking tore you away from your magic moment. As suddenly as the moment had come, it vanished. Sam cleared his throat and you looked ahead in surprise to see that the light had turned green.

Neither of you said anything until Sam arrived at the address you had given him. He turned off the engine and for a moment there was complete silence. Nothing but the rain and your breathing could be heard. Your heart was pounding hard and you were afraid he could hear it.

"Well... here we are," Sam muttered, avoiding your gaze. "Hmm. This is it," you replied, but made no move. "Thanks for the ride, Sam." You thanked him. "No problem." There you go again. "Well, I'll be off." You didn't know what you were waiting for, so you unbuckled your seat belt. "Get home safe, Sam." The rain had turned into a downpour, and you were worried about Sam. " Text me when you get home." That might seem strange, but it was important for you to know he got home safe. You opened the door of the car to get out, when Sam's hand suddenly grabbed your wrist and pulled you back. With a jerk, you landed back in the seat. Even before you could open your mouth to ask what was going on, Sam's lips pressed against yours. They moved softly against yours and you sighed comfortably into the kiss. The taste of coffee, chocolate and mint blended into a mixture you couldn't resist. Gently, Sam pulled you closer, while the kiss gained fire. Your hands buried themselves in his hair and he stroked your cheek while his other hand rested on your waist. Sam's tongue brushed across your lips and you let him in. He teased you and you smiled into the kiss. His soft lips gently caressed yours.

None of you noticed at that moment how your phone lit up because a new message had arrived.

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the secret history live blogged

forever mad that i got spoilered so much on this book.

anyway hello! and welcome to this … shit fest of the secret history by donna tartt aka the biggest letdown of my life

enjoy! i didn’t

ok whaatttt the fuck. he was walked over?? he was packed and squished under ice?? WHAT DID THIS BUNNY GUY DO TO MAKE Y’ALL SO MAD????? istg what the fuck. cruel cruel fate

four against one, i knew y’all were assholes. you sounded like assholes before i even knew what your names were.

i have to say, i’m not a very big fan on the beginning: hello, my name is richard, i am 28, this is my story. makes it sound like he’s in an AA meeting, but i’ll let this one slide.

years at home dispensable like a plastic cup? fictional history and upbringing tales? [*clears throat in relatable*]

my father was mean, my house ugly, my mum didn’t give me attention, must kill someone to cope and serve the aesthetic™ of rejected, unloved child, brooding and mad at the world. got it.

if richard, plain and poor is the one who kills the rich asshole bc he’s a rich asshole, i might relate to him more than i thought.

[*slams book shut*] okay. okay. am i gonna have to google every other phrase in this godforsaken history book or is donna gonna go easy on my ass?

sounds like a university i would love to go to. oh, pardon me, CoLlEgE.

wait, they’d pay him back for the plane if he GOT IN??? and if he didn’t well then what, soz dude, tough luck , such is life, see ya never? makes a lot of sense. should pay him back regardless imo but hey, i had to pay £50 six times to audition at universities who, all six times, rejected me, so.

three days on a bus and arrival at six in the morning? i cannot fathom a worse scenario.

this prof conducts his selection on a personal level rather than on an academic one, said with a note of sarcasm? is he … you know … ?

ahhhh these saucy saucy tea spilling french people, gotta love em. ‘listen, i know i’ve only met you three minutes ago, but i’m bout to spill some serious tea which i must ask you to keep to yourself and never mention for i have some formidable enemies in the literature division, yes, my very own department, but we all actually love each other. you know, in a very shakespearian ‘i shall murder you at the end of the play but for now, let’s make sweet love under the stars as a witch friend of mine who will later murder you watches’ way. all very platonic. but don’t say a word of it.’

who do you think was with morrow when richard came to see him in the lyceum and what were they talking about? GODDAMN IT, this french bastard put me in a gossipy mood.

bunny — short for edmund…….

god, i love a redhead.

richard and me being whipped by francis and his long, flapping black coats, love to see it.

‘pseudo-intellects and teenage decadents abounded and black clouting was de rigueur’ can I enrol ~now~????

francis talks to cats and bunny yells from his window down at the incest twins to stop snogging in the garden. i can’t wait to see which one am I at the end of the book

henry and julian driving off together? do i smell something…. gay?

THEY WRITE WITH FOUNTAIN PENS????? [*flashbacks from my childhood intensify*].

i do not understand most of these references or sentences and if the whole book is like this, i will throw myself out the window in attempted suicide even though i live on the ground floor.

i have absolutely no idea what they’re on about.

hwhat

francis in black cashmere and cigarette smoke brushed past him and almost touched his arm. how bloody delicious is this??

‘give him some flowers and he’ll enrol you.’ ok, julian is definitely the gay prof everyone falls for.

at this stage, i would rater have voted we kill henry, not bunny, but we’ll see.

‘i was tired of being poor.’ [*buys a tie with pictures of men hunting deer on it*] ‘that’s better.’

‘i believe that it is better to know one book intimately than a hundred superficially.’ donna tartt gave me the book and the reason both.

constantly chuckling at the way richard is so completely mesmerised and intimidated by francis to the point that he’ll duck into a doorway to let him pass even though they’re going to the same lesson.

I don’t know how a ‘bostonian voice’ is supposed to sound like so francis will be slightly british in my mind for the rest of the book.

cubitum eamus? cubitum. eamus? CUBITUM?? EAMUS????? OH! GOD! HELP ME! THE SWEET SWEET HOMOEROTIC FORESHADOWING OF IT ALL!!! throwback to when, in a much too similar vein, boris, upon being asked by theo to say something in russian for him, he said ‘fuck you up the ass’. my heart is racing with yearn. i can’t fucking believe i just read this. it’s time to bust out the annotation tabs again.

oh my gooooddd whAt is henry’s problem????? he reminds me slightly of number one from the umbrella academy, but in a meaner, more show-offy, bastardish way that’s supposed to showcase his superior intelligence over all mortals like fuck you, go read harry potter and chill.

‘meke (s.p.) you Wear it’? i take it meke is actually make but what on earth is (s.p.)? google gave me 238 possible definitions for that acronym and, needless to say, i didn’t bother.

i love how donna’s main characters are funny essentially bc they’re bitches towards other people they deem inferior to them in their internal monologues.

if you were drunk and ‘slam-dancing’ at a party, i don’t have to be stuck up or elitist to judge you and hate on you. even less so if you throw your beer in my face.

‘love that jacket, silk, isn’t it?’ ‘yep, my grandfather’s. totally not from that annoying girl in my dorm whose mate your mates beat up at a party last term for shoving camilla and throwing a beer in her face and who probably only gave me the jacket because she wants to fuck me, nope.’

‘let me get that door for you.’ that’s it, that’s the tweet.

when bunny said they should round up the ‘officious fags and burn them at the stake’ i yelled the loudest what the fuck i’ve ever yelled at a book. i can see now why they killed him. and i bet that’s only the tip of the iceberg.

okay, his true colours are starting to show. it’s even more unnerving when i think about the fact that like half of this stuff is supposed to be true.

called it, they’re boning.

i can’t wait until francis locks lips with richard. i am simply tingling for it. i hope he and camilla have a threesome with richard at this country house. oh wait no, they’re all here. eh, maybe another time.

oh, we finally get some juicy inside gossip

if francis and richard don’t fuck in that gorgeous immense library, i will riot.

okay, what’s henry’s deal? he’s nice now? and he’s oddly … interested in/caring towards richard? like who the fuck says ‘i hope you slept well’ without at least a little affection towards them.

AHAHAHAAHA, NOW I GET ALL THOSE MOON LANDING QUESTIONS ON THE TSH RELATED UQIZZES I STUPIDLY TOOK. I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS IS REAL. imagine them lot in present day completely bewildered and confused at the fact that the whole world is in lockdown for some weird fucking reason. this is the funniest shit ever, swear to god.

dogs get heart attacks?

wow they’re being dicks. that shady shit they’re doing’s so fucking rude aajksdhfkfh and to think i had initially thought richard was the ‘leader’ of their group...

okay, they’re either all into bdsm or they’re some odd breed of late vampires who don’t have much of the traits/qualities of ‘classic’ vampires as they have possibly diminished over the centuries as the species was becoming extinct. maybe witches. hm. or occultists. I REALLY DON’T KNOW!!

richard be like ‘what should I tell you?’ well—and this is merely a suggestion—, how about you start with what they’re actually doing when they’re not hanging out with you?????

i can’t wait for bunny to figure/find out richard’s not actually rich and be a dick about it.

two months??? what kind of bonkers winter vacation between terms is that???

is being constantly cold part of the dark academia aestehtic? cos it certainly seems to be.

what the fuck are these (sp)s bunny keeps putting in his letters??

i hope somebody (henry, or maybe francis? as something that would bring them together?) is fake rich too.

ouuuuu here comes the dark, mental stuff.

richard dropped out of drama to study the classics. if we were villains is a group of people studying shakespeare. coincidence? i think not. it is with dread that i think at the possibility that i might like the other more because so far, i can’t say i’m heavily impressed with tsh.

now i’m all for weird, fancy names, but marchbanks is really an odd one. who the fuck looks at their newborn baby and goes ben? nah. tom? no. MARCHBANKS! perfect.

henry winter saves richard from a piping cold winter. ah, don’t bother, i’ll do it myself [*jumps out the window*]

henry dislikes electric lights? smokes cigarettes without filter? reads milton translated into latin ‘just to see if a language with no noun cases could possibly support the structural order he attempts to impose’? can this dude be any more pretentious?

BUNNY! IT’S BUNNY! HE’S FAKE RICH THE BASTARD! ALL THAT ‘oops, forgot my wallet’ BULLSHIT, I THOUGHT IT WAS A TEST FOR RICHARD OR JUST RICH PEOPLE LEECHING OFF OTHERS (why spend yours when you can spend theirs?) BUT NOOOO, HE’S BROOOOKE! AND AN ASSHOLE! WHAT AN ASSHOLE!!! serves him right, the asshole (that gay people being burnt at the stake comment really bothered me despite the fact that i laughed). and not only is he broke and leeching off of henry, he leeches in the most shameless, greedy, extravagant and ignorant way, ordering the most expensive thing on the menu fuck out of here.

ha! he got fat the bastard. found some sugar daddy to sustain you during your last month in italy or what?

this rabbit dude sure has some big balls for a broke ass bitch.

‘let me see your head wound.’ vs ‘your arm.’

‘that sort of tension which i, being rather more disinclined that way than not, am quick to pick up on. i had caught a strong breath of it from francis, a whiff of it at times from julian (…)’ sounds like we got another one boys, a straight dude with the best gaydar in the world. that being said, julian is the fakest bitch in the book so far.

this secrecy is killing the ever-loving shit out of me. argentina one way?? whY

lol if you’re gonna steal his book with the intention of having him come back to the apartment and see all that shit, at least don’t put it in such an obvious place where he couldn’t have possibly missed it. for such a smart guy, you sure are dumb, dude.

francis’ mother be like ‘give that bad boy a kiss from me’ and i’m like HE BETTER.

richard the worst liar. just say your mum called for fuck’s sake! you could get your boyfriend in trouble!

cheesecake cover: ‘please do not steal this, i am on financial aid.’ bunny: [*steals it*] the cheesecake: [*sucks*] me: serves you fucking right, pig.

THINKING ABOUT HIS HANDICAP. I’M YELLING. funniest thing donna tartt ever wrote.

i bet they’re all there sat at the table like nothing happened and weren’t supposed to leave anywhere at all.

called it! motherfuckers.

what the hell is going on. are they a gang of assassins or something?

richard: ‘you killed somebody, didn’t you?’ henry: [*laughs as if it was the most ridiculous idea in the world and how could you possibly suggest such a thing*] yep

bunny: gays are weirdly obsessed with food, don’t you think? also bunny: [*gets excluded from the bacchanal because he couldn’t stop eating*]

okay. i can see now why this book started the whole dark academia aesthetic

aight, that’s all good and great (far from it) but WHERE IS MY FRANCIS CONTENT????

going through the motions of hating and liking henry every other chapter.

everybody: [*burning clothes, cleaning the car, running this way and that to get rid of evidence*] francis: aight y’all imma take a power nap real quick cool? cool

there is hardly anything in the world i hate more than loose-of-tongues. bunny and that bitch ass hely from the little friend. god, i want to sock each and every single one of them in their stupid bloody loud mouths.

i want to know, i really want to know if there are any bunny apologists or … s…. s… [*grits teeth*] stans out there. don’t worry, nothing will happen to you, i just wanna talk.

if it’s henry and richard and not francis and richard,,,,, i will riot.

boy this henry guy smokes a lot…. more than me in my prime.

as if this dude reenacted the murder he wasn’t even present at in the lobby of a hotel just to torture henry. i can’t believe this character is still alive and has been for so long.

FINALLY! one francis moment that indicated there will be no more francis moments…. .

funny that, reading the secret history put something into perspective about the goldfinch for me.

i love how richard just casually throws it in there whenever he happens to mention camilla that he loves her and wants to kiss her and that she’s so beautiful and blah blah blah and then it’s never brought up again ever because he’s constantly going on and on about henry.

wait, don’t tell me it’s happening now, in the middle of the book! that would be most unexpected as there’s a whole entire book following.

henry is such a stone cold bitch, i wonder where they put his heart when they made him, in his ass?

don’t tell me henry went boxer dogs on JULIAN?!?!?! he wouldn’t. … would he?

i don’t know. i get it, obviously, the gravity of the situation, but going as far as killing him to silence him is a bit … extreme in my opinion.

thank you, charles, for being the only voice of reason in this madness.

okay, i understand it’s in richard’s best interest not to be involved, but they called him there to what, make him listen to all this and then send him on his merry way?

charles: well, if you wake up intending to murder someone at two o’clock, you hardly think of what you’re going to feed the copse for dinner. [*crickets*] francis: hey, how about asparagus?

henry: someone’s coming. quick! act normal! richard: [*turns to inspect the trunk of a tree*] [*footsteps approach*] richard: [*inspection of tree intensifies!!*]

you’re a bit late, bunny, just saying.

and now what the fuck is the rest of the book about? what do we do, let’s run, let’s stay, let’s go to the police, what do we do with him?

i love how richard describes himself as part of the process: we dwelt on it, we convinced ourselves, we devised plans when in reality, he was only there as an attaché, he wasn’t included much, almost at all in the actual planning process of it other than to give his insight on the poison route because henry thought it was his area of expertise so to speak when, really, it wasn’t and then was told about the other plan because they simply thought he should know. even then henry tells him ‘you can go now, if you like’ because there wasn’t anything they sort of needed him for anymore since he wasn’t going to be there, he was just a pair of ears. i like to think he was there in hopes to maybe dissuade them, try to stop them, tell them how mad it is, tell them there’s another way, but he didn’t do much of that either (not that I think he would’ve succeeded anyway, had he tried, henry’s one stubborn motherfucker). he didn’t come up with shit, he wasn’t supposed to even be there, i think, much less contribute in any way. had bunny not told him about the bacchanal, richard would have probably found out about it after it was already done, he was only included for the fucks of it and yet, he talks as if he was right there in the room with them, brainstorming ideas how to kill him. and i get how it only comes from a sense of obvious guilt because he knew about it, he was there and didn’t do anything to stop it, but he’s by far not one to have agreed to the whole thing or condoned it in any way from what he’s told us in book one. he himself says in the very same paragraph that he only watched. he’s very much a dark academia nick carraway type of character and i hate it. because i like him. he deserves better.

i’m pretty sure that the reason that serial killer autobiography you picked up in an airport was bereft of details is because no publishing house would allow such lurid specifications that might shock, disgust, enrage or give ideas to the reader in their book, not because the author is shy, richard, but ok, let’s move on. actually no, let’s not. you can’t expect the autobiography of a killer to only tell you about the murders, especially since in this particular instance, he was caught and went to prison. of course he’s going to tell you more about that than the killings, have you any idea what prison life is like? how much it eats away at your soul? how it crushes your spirit if you have one and how hard it is to get over? the time he spent in jail is going to haunt him forever and after such a long time in there, however long it was, you hardly think about your crime as anything but a huge mistake that was not worth the torment if you’re not a downright psychopath which, since he came out and wrote a book about it, doesn’t seem to be the case here but i guess you’ll find out all about it soon enough.

OH! a francis moment???? could this be it? please dear god may this be it.

it wasn’t, but there’s another one!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

‘it’s fun, i promise you.’ [*dies*]

if this is it, if that’s all, i am not forgiving this book.

‘i tried to pull him out but it was no good; his head lolled back uselessly’ YEAH. BECAUSE HE’S DEAD, RICHARD. [*scoffs*] ‘uselessly’

i wish i held any of my teachers and professors in at least half the high regard henry holds julian. i also wish they were half as competent and passionate about teaching as julian.

I DON’T BELIEVE ‘HE WAS JUST THERE’. IT’S BORIS AND THEO AT 6 AM IN THAT NEW YORK BAR ALL OVER AGAIN. HE’S ONLY SAYING THAT BECAUSE RICHARD WENT ALL ‘YOU’RE NOT HOT’ ON HIS ASS AND I REFUSE TO BELIEVE OTHERWISE. if they don’t kiss again—

i can’t help but admire the way they communicate sensitive information to each other in ancient greek, they sound like characters from jane austen novels while talking about drugs and saving face from tabloids and gossip, it’s rather amazing.

quite pointless to go through all that trouble to hide the cigarettes and deny having been smoking when the smell will be there no matter what and she’ll know for sure. i swear, all these seemingly smart ass people are actually idiots

my question is why would anyone, drunk or not, for any reason, leave the top down in the rain? why? what possible pleasure could one get from driving in the middle of the rain with rain actually pouring down on them?

isn’t linoleum a bit tacky for a house that looks like it’s been in architectural digest?

why is charles so on edge? why are they all always hiding??? camilla and her late night 3 am phone calls, her secret phone code with henry, charles mysteriously going out for cigarettes so brusquely without a word in the middle of the night and refusing to talk about it, what are they all always hiding?! nobody trusts one another with anything, it’s very annoying, to be honest. aren’t they supposed to be super best friends? you’d think that after a bacchanal and a double homicide, you wouldn’t keep secrets from one another, but i guess not.

ah, shame. was kind of hoping for some sneaky richard/francis basement action, but alas. what’s their ship name anyway, richis?

i just spoilered myself again, twice, by going through the tsh tag on tumblr and then looking for francis/richard fanfics on ao3 and finding out that francis marries? gets with? a girl who’s apparently called fucking priscilla. donna tartt really has a knack for weird fancy names, huh? i’m here for it tbh

richard you fucking snitch! you had one job!!!!!!

why the fuck are they still keeping him in the dark about shit? henry and charles quarrelled and charles is in jail and henry still won’t tell him what’s so bad about it and why he wants richard to handle all this shit instead of him and why bunny’s murder still matters and why why just why are they still using him as their pawn??

seriously, this exchange was about the worst they’ve had so far. he himself knows it: ‘there was a silence during which I felt acutely the hopelessness of ever trying to get to the bottom of anything with henry. he was like a propagandist, routinely withholding information, leaking it only when it served his purposes.’ THEN WALK AWAY. SAY NO. PUT YOUR FOOT DOWN. FUCKING—UGH!!!!!!!

they’re all so shamelessly using him… i can’t read. it’ll kill him, one way or another.

these ungrateful little shits i swear to god. richard bails him out, he’s all thankful and sweet when he wants him to do ‘this one little favour’ of taking him to his francis’ house so he can break in and when richard’s like i don’t have a car, he immediately turns sour and passive aggressive like you know what?! richard hasn’t slept all night and all morning waiting for your ass to go to court cos you were a drunken idiot and decided YET AGAIN that driving in that state is a great idea so he can bail you out and when you are finally out, you start being fussy and then it’s all ‘right. thanks a lot’??? richard doesn’t fucking need this shit! y’all are horrible friends. he’s not your bloody servant. how about you take that stick and privilege out of your asses and start treating him a bit more kindly, huh???

‘henry made me swear not to tell.’ WHAT. WHAT. BITCH, GET THE FUCK OUT.

this is by far the most toxic friendship i’ve ever heard of.

oh wow that kiss was hot. i thought it was just a speculation that they were incestuous with each other, but i-i guess not.

FINALLY it gets interesting. Mr Abernathy spilling some piping hot tea mmm

he literally just said i’d sleep with you if you got drunk enough to let me. oh dear god help me.

oh fuck it got sad. It’s patrick and brad all over again ugh always happens to the best of gays

finally richard my boy starts hating them, as he should. except francis, you’re a dick in that respect. he’s only joking for fuck’s sake, don’t get all butthurt, jesus. sensitive much?

uuuuuu tunts Tunts TUNTS! shit is hitting the fan. henry, henry, henry, our ‘golden boy’. nothing but a crook himself, the motherfucker. i’ve been waiting for this reveal since the beginning of the fucking book. if they gang up on him and kill him, i will never stop laughing.

it’s as if he’s begging to be excluded and hated, i swear. why is he being such a prick? does he love her? is that it? then there are a BILLION other ways to go about it, he doesn’t have to be such a shady bitch!! besides, wasn’t he in cahoots with julian?

‘i was depressed, i thought if i slept here it might make me feel better.’ that’s so precious tho….. funny, but precious. such child-like innocence in this grown ass intoxicated man, i melt.

clever, luring him out of the playground under the false pretext of a drink when he’s had plenty. think like a drunk

the only consistent, recurring and ever-present elements in donna tartt’s books are the hors d’oeuvres.

it’s so cute how charles needs him, i—

girls be like: watching a film, listening to a podcast, talking on the phone, having dinner, figure painting, filing nails, writing an essay and doing their makeup all at the same time

this so called love he feels for camilla is so unfounded and feeble and just … it seems so out of the fucking blue every single time he mentions it, i can’t read this shit. IT’S SO SEE-THROUGH!!

okay WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK DID I JUST READ. WHAT. THE ACTUAL. MOTHERFUCKING. FUCK. one second he’s ‘i love her so much’ the next he wants to strangle and rape her?????????????? i have zero goddamn words. i am fucking speechless. i don’t think i have ever been this confused at something since i watched the turning. i don’t think you realise quite how done i am with this fucking book at this point.

i think i do hate henry more than bunny and i’m afraid i’ll like if we were villains better.

richard: [*takes sleeping pills*] also richard: [*surprised he can’t keep up with the film he started watching after taking sleeping pills*]

‘look,’ said francis. ‘let’s just go, if we leave now we can be in montreal by dark. nobody will ever find us.’ vs ‘well, i’m not going,’ said boris serenely. ‘fuck that, i’m running away. do you want to come?’

this henry bitch is the most difficult piece of shit i’ve ever fucking encountered. ‘you mean, it’s something you need to tell me in private?’ oh FUCK OFF AND STEP OUTSIDE, FOR FUCK’S SAKE. IT’S ONE THING I ASK OF YOU, YOU TWAT.

huh, i thought he was doing this shit on purpose, leaving the page face down on the table so that julian could see it, i thought it was some sick twisted plan of his.

lmao called it. everybody saw through julian’s façade except richard and the others and i completely understand. in a fashion much like julian’s, i think he knew that, he saw it, but just chose to ignore it because the image he posed and richard himself constructed of him in his mind was much more favourable to what he really was. i mean, fuck, who the fuck says ‘i hope we are all ready to leave the phenomenal world and enter into the sublime’ with their whole chest and mean it?

if you think he’s not coming, why sit in silence staring out the window, ignoring everyone and wasting everybody’s time instead of telling them from the very start this piece of information you have on hand that could save everybody a lot of trouble, time and overthinking? why be all mysterious and enigmatic about it? just tell them from the start, you’re not in a film for fuck’s sake……..

charles, one of the four of them (henry, camilla, julian and himself) might be the one i despise the least, almost like had he not been so brutal towards camilla,,,, but i don’t know if i can trust her, that whole scene seemed … staged somehow. i don’t know. i don’t know

didn’t expect henry would turn on julian too though. first real thing he’s done all book.

agatha

christie

writes

good

mysteries.

richard does seem like the type of fellow who would grow up in a household where his dad would strike his mum for no fucking reason.

okay so did henry punch him for that comment or not? what was all that father beating mother bit for?

#boysweekendinthecountry! 🤪 #partytime! #ignoringourproblems! #woooo!!!

oh my fucking god chARLES!!!

yes, henry, great, brilliant, fucking splendid idea to antagonise the man pointing a gun at you.

MY PAUL SMITH SHIRT!!!!!!!!! AHAHAHASFSHDGFDK

i love how absolutely nobody noticed fucking richard BLEEDING RIGHT NEXT TO THEM

‘expected everyone to stop and look at me. no one did.’ and they never will. that’s your whole friendship summed up in two lines. you don’t matter to them, you never did, you’re absolutely unimportant. just a tool, a pawn, a nobody. sorry you had to get shot to realise that.

‘’he shot me.’ somehow, this remark did not elicit the dramatic response i expected. before i had the chance to elaborate—’ ELABORATE WHAT? ELABORATE WHAT?! THAT’S ALL YOU NEED TO SAY!! GOD, this hurts to read. this angers me beyond words, but it also fucking hurts so bad…

nothing, not even getting shot can make richard lose his wit

disGUSTING henry and camilla moment. I HATE THEM

oh shit. did not see that coming. well, glad that’s over.

ugh, time to read how francis got hetero married :\

[*chokes*] DUE TO THE VERY EXCELLENT EXCUSE OF HAVING A GUNSHOT WOUND IN THE STOMACH I DIDN’T TAKE MY FRENCH EXAM YAY!!! god, i fucking love Richard.

the thing is, right, i read that line, ‘i managed to get out of taking my french exams the next week’ about three or four times and somehow, the following line or even the words ‘gunshot wound’ never made it to my eyes! i don’t understand how! but i’m completely happy about that given the fact that i spoiler myself on every single book i read by reading ahead like an idiot..

how much do you want to bet that it was the inn keep who called the ambulance and not those fuckers? because of course henry, dead henry’s more important than slowly dying, almost dead but not quite richard.

despite everything, it sounds like he had a nice summer in brooklyn. good for him. god knows he deserved it, the poor guy.

yeah no, fuck henry’s post-mortem hero narrrative.

lol, at least he got a nice car out of it. this book shows me once again that things happen just the way they should happen.

OH MY FUCKING GOD NO. NO. NO. NO. NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! I CANNOT READ. I DO NOT SEE. I REFUSE TO COMPREHEND THIS PIECE OF INFORMATION.

i will not say a WORD on this, much less his letter. i am hurt, i am wounded, i am grieving, my head is full of thots and i cannot speak. i died on this bed.

ugh [*rolls eyes*] this fucking guy again with his sudden, out of my ass declarations of love towards camilla. JUST GIVE IT UP ALREADYYYYYYYY!!! TELL IT TO SOMEONE WHO CARES!!! (francis) i wouldn’t be surprised if she was married or engaged and just didn’t bother to mention it ‘because he never asked’ or some bullshit excuse like that.

I HATE HENRY I HATE HENRY I HATE HENRY I HATE HENRY [*deep breath*] I FUCKING HATE HENRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

he’s telling me about all these people and where they ended up after graduation but not only do i not give a single solitary fuck, i actually don’t know who the fuck he’s talking about?? like who the fuck is bram guernesnesnica? rooney wayne? what the fuck do i care what jack jud and frank did?

the only people i do remotely care about are the professors (the saucy french teacher and the boring, senile dude who wouldn’t shut up and who kept referring to richard as ‘jerry’ in his grad school recommendations letter ahahah that is the content i signed up for, not dumb and dumber’s bar or whatever) and the cat charles left at francis’ country house who lives in a ten fucking room apartment in boston.

love how ionic the whole marion storyline turned out to be. marred another corcoran who looked just like bunny and had a daughter who, despite having her and his mother’s name ended up being nicknamed also bunny. i’m sorry, i just—i have to laugh.

[*slams fists on the table*] THE AGENTS??? YOU’RE GONNA TELL ME ABOUT THE BLOODY FBI AGENTS???!!!!!! CAN THIS BOOK PLEASE JUST FUCKING END ALREADY??????!!!!!!!!

a dream. a dream. if it’s a dream of henry i will personally shoot you and make sure i aim a little higher than your abdomen this time.

[*shoots the book*]

oh, you died and suddenly you have a sense of humour?

‘that information is classified’ [*shoots a torpedo at the book*]

‘are you happy?’ / ‘not very.’ vs ‘are you happy here?’ / ‘not particularly.’

okay. so. final thoughts: fuck this book.

good night

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Any upper level bios class recs?

absolutely!! this will get long so i’ll stick it below a read more.

disclaimer: my Niche of biology is very much on the medical side. that’s why i’m specializing in cancer biology! i’ve stayed faaar away from the ecology/evolution side of the department since that just is not my jam, so i can’t offer any advice on those kinds of classes. but i WILL graduate having taken every single bios elective about cancer in the undergrad catalog, so i can definitely speak to those!

these are all the upper level bios electives i’ve taken, and i would recommend any of them depending on what you’re looking for:

classes with no prerequisite beyond an intro bio sequence: bios 25108, bios 25109, bios 25228

advanced (but very good!) cancer electives to take after bios 25108 and maybe some research experience: bios 25308, bios 25326

interdisciplinary classes: bios 25327, bios 28101

and now more info about each of them!

bios 25108 cancer biology (w)

a comprehensive introduction to how cancer works! i took this on a whim and it literally redefined the trajectory of my life. the material is super interesting but accessible without prior experience and it’s also not a ton of work, which imo is the best kind of class. there’s short weekly homeworks, the exams lean more on concepts/thinking through problems in research & treatment than on making you memorize content, and there’s a journal club component (every other week i think?) where you learn how to critique and present papers. i recommend this class to EVERYONE i know.

bios 25109 topics: reproductive bio/cancer (s)

this course is split into halves taught by two different profs in their areas of expertise, breast cancer and macrophages in cancer. i took it last spring and really liked it! this one goes into more detail about experiment design in cancer research, but the profs are both great lecturers who do a nice job leading you through it. taking 25108 before this class can definitely help, but it’s not a must. there was no homework when i took this class, only participation points (in class and weekly paper discussions) and exams.

bios 25308 heterogeneity in human cancer: etiology and treatment (a)

i just took this and loooooved it. definitely not for the faint of heart, though; i’ve been working in a cancer research lab for over a year now and definitely would have been overwhelmed without that context. but maybe you’re braver than me! if you’re interested and willing to push yourself, give it a go!

every week the prof gives a lecture introducing cancers of a different organ, then there’s an in depth discussion of a recent paper about that cancer and you write a short paper (1-2 pages) about a related topic of your choice, leading up to a comprehensive take-home final exam.

this class is designed for aspiring researchers & oncologists. they assume you’re already comfortable dissecting complicated papers, brainstorming solutions to current challenges in the field, and diving into the literature to find answers to questions on your own. i believe you need at least a B+ in 25108 or instructor consent to take the class.

if you want a challenge class, this one is so rewarding and surprisingly doable -- yes, they ask a lot of you, but you’re graded on surprisingly little of it (only the weekly writeups and the final) and just about everyone in the class ends up doing really well. i feel SO much more prepared to write my thesis after taking this class.

bios 25326 tumor microenvironment and metastasis (s)

this class is taught by two researchers who run an ovarian cancer lab! of all the cancer-focused classes, this is the one that’s the most technical and geared towards memorization. you learn all about different cell types in the microenvironment, techniques to study the microenvironment and metastasis, and a bit of cancer metabolism. there’s no journal club component or participation points on this class, only exams. i had to take it remotely last spring, but supposedly the profs normally take you into their lab and let you take a stab at some of the techniques you’re learning about!

my favorite part of the class: a guest lecture from a pathologist who showed us slides of different gynecological cancers and talked us through the diagnosis process. SO cool.

bios 25228 endocrinology iii: human disease (s)

i’ve heard good things about all the endocrinology classes (25226/25227/25228), but this is the only one i’ve personally taken. very cool class! it’s broken into chunks focusing on different diseases taught by physicians who specialize in treating them. it feels a bit like a peek into med school for undergrads.

the tricky thing is that your grade comes ONLY from exams, and there’s no curve, so that can be stressful. the exams are fairly straightforward, though, and the course directors always provide past exams for you to practice with. i definitely recommend taking physiology before taking this class -- i did it the other way around and that made it a lot harder than it needed to be.

the other endocrinology classes focus on signaling (25226, fall) and hormone systems (25227, winter). you can take them in any order and they’re run the same way if this description^ appeals to you!

bios 25327 health disparities in breast cancer (w)

i’m actually taking this in the upcoming quarter! it’s a discussion class taught by a series of MD lecturers. hopefully it’s good. this could be a good one if you need a bios elective credit but you like classes on the social science-y side.

bios 28101 science communication: writing a digital science story (a)

just took this one. you spend all quarter learning about science communication and workshopping pieces that the profs later help you publish! the profs are wonderful, you learn a lot by giving and receiving peer feedback, and you learn actual practical skills that will serve you well no matter where you go. shocking, i know!

finally, a few classes i haven’t taken but have heard good things about:

bios 24217 conquest of pain (w): when i tell you i’ve been dreaming of this class since i applied and wanted to take it SO BADLY! unfortunately this one’s in high demand and fills up every year. you learn about the biology of anesthesia from an anesthesiologist and WATCH HIS SURGERIES. if you can ever snag a spot, take this and let me live vicariously through you please.

bios 24101 foundations of neuroscience (a): i did actually take this, but i realized just too late to drop it that i.....actually really hate neuroscience. oops. that one’s one me. could be a very good class if you like it, though!

bios 21507 stem cell biology, regeneration, and disease modeling (w): i was very briefly in this class at one point but needed to drop it to make more room in my schedule. the one lecture i attended was very cool, though -- it’s a crash course in tissue engineering!

bios 22249 principles of toxicology (a): dude. you get to study how POISONS work. so fascinating, probably heavy on the chemistry though.

phew. i hope this is helpful, and i’m always happy to answer more questions if you have them!!

#answered #college advice #asks #anonymous #advice #ppl ask me things

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We Stand, Fate-Tested - I

Alright friends. This is it, a long-haul. This idea came out of nowhere and blindsided me and now it’s a thing. I’m publishing it so that I can bully myself into needing to continue to write it, but it’s likely going to be a long endeavour. I want to set an upload schedule, but that will also depend on my academic schedule.

Additionally! I want your feedback - long (2-sectioned) chapters or 2 shorter chapters with more frequent uploads? This is the longer style to give you a feel for it, but if people prefer the shorter ones I will switch.

Rating: T+ Genre: Mystery, Friendship, Romance Characters: [Byleth/My Unit, Dimitri B.], [Byleth/My Unit, Claude R.] Words: 5,576

It is currently 732 AU, and Byleth Eisner is an archaeology TA who just wants to write her thesis in peace, but she can't stop thinking about why everyone at the University looks so familiar. / Unification Year. Peace after war is never easy or simple. Byleth wasn't made for politics.

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I - Garreg Mach

Garreg Mach University - 6 Horsebow Moon, 732 AU

“Seteth, you know I’m only doing this because you asked me in a moment of weakness, right?” Byleth said as she strode alongside her professor.

He gave a short laugh. “Yes, of course. And also because you’d be out a supervisor if you didn’t.”

Byleth frowned but she kept pace. “Why couldn’t you get one of your undergraduate students to do it?”

“Because, Miss Eisner, if I recall correctly, your area of study is a combined study between history and archaeology of the Unification Era of Fódlan, is it not?”

“Yes,” Byleth admitted. “But, my own studies are busy enough, why do you assume I can teach as well?”

Seteth finally stopped and turned to look at her. “Byleth, you are one of the brightest students I have ever taught. I brought you on as a TA for this class because it will be an excellent experience for you, especially if you one day hope to be a professor in our department.”

Byleth sighed and brushed some of her hair behind her ear. He made a good point. There was barely any archaeology funding anywhere so it was really in her best interest to commit to the faculty at Garreg Mach so they’d be more inclined to consider her for a permanent position in the future. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to be a TA, but that she was more concerned with juggling her own workload along with the TA work.

Seteth seemed satisfied that he had made his point as he pivoted and continued walking down the hallway. He stepped into one of the smaller lecture halls and Byleth followed him in. The classroom could seat about 50 people in a typical lecture seating style–a small classroom by university standings, but appropriate for a third-year archaeology course. Seteth immediately headed for the podium at the front of the theatre, pulling out his laptop to pull up the syllabus and his lecture slides for the first class. Byleth paused at the front briefly before she decided to head to the back, taking a seat in the back row where she was still present, but incognito enough.

After a couple of minutes, students began to pour in, chattering amongst each other. Byleth observed them quietly from her position at the back. There was a girl with long, smooth black hair who took a seat directly in the front row and immediately pulled out a laptop. A pair of boys, one with dark green hair and the other with silver, took seats near the back of the classroom and the green-haired boy almost immediately rested his head against the fold-out desk and looked like he was falling asleep.

Byleth recognized a few of the faces briefly, having glimpsed them in her own electives or around the archaeology offices. It certainly seemed like a colourful group of students. As seats filled up, as they always did on the first day of classes, Byleth became acutely aware of the fact that a student would likely be sitting next to her.

She pulled up the course outline on her laptop and focused on that, determined to look as unassuming as possible. She scrolled through it blindly as she had reviewed it weeks ago when Seteth had asked her for her contact information. Louder chatter around her caused her to look up as a group of five students had filed into the seats around her. Byleth scanned them briefly: a blonde girl, a redheaded boy, a dark-haired boy, a tanned boy with silver-white hair, and a blonde boy.

Her gaze caught briefly on the blonde boy, the one seated closest to her. He seemed oddly familiar, but she tore her gaze away quickly before anyone noticed she had been staring. Thankfully, at this time, Seteth cleared his throat at the front of the room. The cough echoed through the room thanks to the microphone and the chatter settled down.

“Welcome students,” Seteth began. “This course, as I hope you’re all aware, is Archaeology 356, Unification Era Archaeology. Our syllabus is available to download online as I’m sure many of you have already looked it over. My name is Seteth Cichol and I am the head of the Archaeology department here at Garreg Mach. I am also a professor for the History department. My contact information and office hours are available in the syllabus.”

There was a brief pause as Seteth scrolled down the page to show his office hours. All through the classroom, there was the clicking of keyboards and the scratching of pens as students recorded the days and times. After a moment, Seteth was satisfied with the time he had given and he moved on.

“I’m also honoured to introduce our TA for this class, Miss Byleth Eisner.”

Byleth tensed at the sound of her name as Seteth pointed up at her. A sea of faces turned to look at her and there was a ripple of whispers across the room. Byleth smiled politely and waved. Seteth barely paused, continuing on to explain her own contact information and office hours before launching into the depth of the course outline. Almost all of the students turned their attention back to the front, but Byleth noticed that one student who was sitting three rows in front of her kept glancing back her way.

She made eye contact with him once, but there was a curious intensity in his deep green eyes that made her uncomfortable, so she looked away, trying to refocus on Seteth at the front of the room. There was something familiar about him too, and it unnerved her a bit. She couldn’t place exactly why she knew him, but his face was definitely familiar. She didn’t look back at him for the rest of the 50-minute lecture, but she could feel his gaze on her at times.

When Seteth dismissed class, Byleth closed her laptop and slid it back into her bag. The group of students in her row had filed out and were hovering awkwardly in the aisle as she stood to leave. Byleth gave them a polite smile and headed down the stairs to the front of the room. She paused at the podium where Seteth was speaking with the dark-haired girl that had been the first one into the classroom.

Seteth paused his conversation to give her a farewell nod and Byleth took that as permission to leave and she headed for the door. She had almost left the room when someone touched her arm to catch her attention. Byleth turned to her left sharply and saw the young man that had stared at her during the lecture.

“Hi,” he greeted with a casual grin. Up close, Byleth immediately noted the trickster-edge to his smile and the glint in his eyes. He was certainly attractive with mussed dark hair and the faintest line of scruff along his jaw, but he looked like trouble. “It’s Byleth, right?” he asked.

Byleth nodded and shifted her weight. She stepped to the side so she wasn’t blocking the doorway to the classroom to let other students out. The student stepped with her so they were still side-by-side. “Yes, that’s me,” she assented.

He held out a hand for her to shake. “I’m Claude Rahan.” She shook his hand and he continued. “Are you Dr. Cichol’s new grad student? In all my classes with the man, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around.”

“Yes,” Byleth admitted. “I’m starting my Masters this year.” Her mind caught on something he had mentioned. “You’ve taken Seteth’s classes before?”

Claude’s smile slipped into a smirk. “Yeah, I’ve taken a couple of archaeology courses to fill elective space. I’m a history major though, which is how I ended up taking those archaeology courses in the first place since I liked Dr. Cichol’s lecture style.”

Byleth nodded. As an undergrad, Seteth had been her favourite professor as well. His lectures were clear, well-organized and interesting. He had never been late, had marked fairly, and had been extremely helpful and knowledgeable both in class and in his office hours. It wasn’t hard to see why he was the head of the Archaeology department and a well-known prof in the history department as well.

“Claude!” a new voice called and both Byleth and Claude turned to see a young woman approaching them, her eyebrows knit suspiciously. “Are you bothering our TA?”

Claude sized up the young woman who had approached and laughed. “Come on Edel, I’m just making conversation. Getting a position as a grad student with Dr. Cichol can’t be easy, so I was just curious.”

The woman sighed and rolled her eyes. She turned to face Byleth and held out a slender hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Eisner. I am Edelgard von Hosch.”

Byleth shook her hand. Edelgard had interesting eyes as well. Where Claude’s were curious and playful, Edelgard’s violet eyes were sharp and assessing. She had ashy brown hair that was pulled back from her face and the sharp angles of her features were very familiar to Byleth. It took her a moment to connect the familiarity of Edelgard’s name as well as her face.

“You’re the Prime Minister’s daughter,” she replied dumbly.

Edelgard winced and Claude laughed. “She’s got you there, Edel,” Claude teased.

Edelgard shrugged. “Yes, though here at the university I’m just another political science major.”

Byleth’s brow furrowed. Claude was a history major who had some previous experience with archaeology, but she didn’t know why a political science major would be taking a third-year archaeology course. Edelgard seemed to recognize the confusion on Byleth’s face and she laughed lightly.

“As for why I’m venturing into other disciplines, that can be blamed on Dimitri’s sentimentality and Claude’s lack of flexibility with his schedule,” Edelgard explained.

“You see,” Claude continued, “when three people who have been running in the same social circles since we were children all end up at the same university, it’s natural for us to want to take a course together, but when I’m the one with very little flexibility in the courses I can take with my major and potential minor, I end up dragging a political science student as well as,” Claude paused and gestured to the student that Seteth was currently speaking with, the blonde that had sat near Byleth during the lecture, “a business major into an archaeology class.”

Byleth was still staring at the blonde boy when he finished his conversation with Seteth and turned towards her. They made eye contact and he gave her a warm smile. Byleth immediately broke eye contact and dropped her gaze back to Claude and Edelgard.

“That’s Dimitri,” Edelgard explained. “Dimitri Blethen. And while what Claude says is true, it’s not worth being late to my next class over.” She nodded politely to Byleth. “It was nice to meet you, Miss Eisner.”

Edelgard left, sweeping past them and out of the classroom. Claude didn’t move as he rocked back onto his heels, assessing her. Byleth raised an eyebrow at him.

“Don’t you have more classes to get to?”

“Nah, I’m done for the day.”

“Oh,” Byleth replied awkwardly. Claude’s smirk twitched at her reply and she fought off the urge to roll her eyes. “Well,” she glanced at her watch, “I have some papers that won’t read themselves so I should get going. I guess I’ll see you in Tutorial, Claude.”

He nodded. “You will.” Byleth turned to leave, but he called out one last comment to her. “You look like her, you know.”

Byleth froze and turned back to look at him. His chin was tipped to the side and he was giving her a lazy smile. Despite his nonchalance, Byleth easily caught the intelligent glint in his green eyes. She frowned at him.

“I look like who?”

“The Guardian of Order. Surely you’ve seen the tapestries, right? I mean, your Masters studies are on the mystery of her disappearance, so surely you’ve done your background research.”

Byleth’s frown deepened. He knew her area of interest which only could have meant that he had looked her up on the archaeology department’s list of ongoing projects during class. She was indeed studying the disappearance of the Guardian of Order in the years after the Unification Act and she had indeed seen the Almyran tapestries depicting the Guardian’s image. They had mostly faded after time, but thanks to the 101 AU Scorch of Garreg Mach, they were the only remaining physical depictions of the Guardian.

“It’s been mentioned before,” she said coolly and Claude’s grin widened.

Seteth was the one originally who had pointed out Byleth’s likeness in the portraits of the woman. Byleth tried to tell herself that it was just in the hair and eye colour–mint green–as well as the stature of confidence. Realistically, she saw many more comparisons between herself and the depictions, but it was more than likely that the tapestries showed more artistic freedom and liberty than the true appearance of the Guardian. It was for that reason that the Parliament of Fódlan had not requested their retrieval from Almyra to be added to the Royal Collection.

“It’s uncanny, if I do say so myself,” Claude added. With one last smile, he brushed past her and out of the classroom, leaving Byleth feeling unsettled and a little perplexed.

He was certainly a character.

- ~ -

Four hours later, when Byleth was working through a case on artifacts recovered near the old Fhirdiad capital, she was having trouble focusing. She was still stuck on Claude and the way he had so easily challenged her, having looked up her area of expertise. His familiarity was also still bothering her.

Byleth sighed and minimized the window containing the paper she was reading. She opened a new tab and stared blankly at the search bar. Fair is fair, she reasoned to herself and typed Claude’s name into the search bar. Almost immediately she returned almost 60 million search results and she blinked, shocked, as her eyes focused on the top profile.

It was a news article about Almyra-Fódlan relations that had a subheader that had caught the attention of her query. Most of the article was the typical description of Almyra and Fódlan’s contentious relationship, but part of it mentioned that the grandson of one of Almyra’s ambassadors was attending Garreg Mach University. There was a picture attached to the article as well and Byleth zeroed in on the three familiar figures in the shot.

It was a photo of Claude, Edelgard, and Dimitri. They looked a few years younger than they had in lecture earlier, and Byleth studied it curiously. The three of them were standing inside what looked like one of the Parliament buildings in Fhirdiad. Claude was grinning, Edelgard was frowning, and Dimitri looked exasperated. Byleth’s eyes drifted to the caption of the photo and she read it aloud.

“Claude Rahan, grandson to Almyran ambassador Oswald Rigaud, pictured with Edelgard von Hosch, daughter of Prime Minister Ionius von Hosch, and Dimitri Blethen, son of late Prime Minister Lambert Blethen.”

Byleth blinked at the screen. So while Edelgard was the daughter of the current Prime Minister of Fódlan, Claude was the grandson of an Almyran ambassador and Dimitri also had familial connections to Fódlan’s parliament. Byleth remembered the Disaster well enough. Four years ago, while on a diplomatic visit to the Duscur region, a vehicle crash had killed the Prime Minister at the time, Lambert Blethen, his wife, and the son of a cabinet minister while severely injuring the Prime Minister’s son.

If Dimitri, Edelgard, and Claude were all connected to the government of Fódlan, it would explain why she had found all of their faces so familiar. Still, doubt prickled in her mind because it felt like she knew them from somewhere else and not just because they had famous parents. Their voices, their faces, and their mannerisms were eerily familiar and even thinking about it was going to give her a headache.

She closed the article and pulled up the paper she had been skimming through again. The artifact she had been reading about was a ceramic piece that was thought to be from a collection in the royal palace in Fhirdiad that was recovered after the violence in 102 AU that had destroyed most of the belongings of the late Saviour King and the Guardian of Order. Apparently the piece was definitely not Fódlani in creation and it was speculated that it had been a gift from Almyra due to the remaining paint decals on it.

Byleth enlarged a photo of the piece and squinted at it. The designs were definitely not any that she recognized from her previous studies of formerly royal artifacts. It was difficult to tell based on the photo whether the speculation about their Almyran origins had any weight to it, but the argument read coherently enough that it could have been true.

She was about to save the image to her drive when the caption on it caught her attention again. She highlighted it and stared at it for a moment. She scrolled up to stare at the image again and exhaled sharply. Before she could do anything else, the lab door swung open and Byleth snapped her head up.

Seteth raised an eyebrow at her as he walked in, draping his jacket over the back of one of the chairs by the door. “Anything interesting today?”

Byleth shifted, rotating her monitor, and beckoned her supervisor over. “This piece, here, supposedly was a part of a royal collection in Fhirdiad, but it was recovered below Garreg Mach five years ago.”

Seteth leaned over her shoulder and studied the photo. “Five years ago would have been around the same time the last excavation to the underbelly of the old monastery was.”

Byleth looked up at the professor. “This wouldn’t, by chance, be related to that expedition you’ve been petitioning for this year, would it?”

Seteth hummed. “Certainly, if its recovery location is accurate, I believe we would have a reason to add you to my excavation team.”

Byleth smiled. “Really?”

“Really,” Seteth affirmed. “Since this connects so directly to your area of study, having your expertise on the expedition would be valuable. I’m sure that I can throw this to the board to get the funding to have you paid for it and everything.”

Byleth hugged Seteth. “Thank you!”

Seteth had been planning a new trip to the crypts below Garreg Mach for several years and Byleth had desperately wanted to be on the team that would do the fieldwork. As a new Masters student, she had originally not been included on the list as priority was given to the PhDs and Fellows above her. Byleth had been digging deep in her studies on the Guardian of Order to find something that would give Seteth a reason to invite her onto the expedition team, beyond the fact that he had been friends with her father and that she was one of his favourite students.

Seteth reached for her mouse and scrolled up, briefly skimming the rest of the article. “This is about the old royal collection?” he asked.

Byleth nodded. “Mostly about the pieces that were able to be recovered that are mostly intact. This one caught my eye mostly because it doesn’t look Fódlani.”

Seteth studied the image. “Well, hopefully, this is enough to get you that spot we’ve been hoping for.” He smiled at her and Byleth felt warm down to her core. “Well done, Byleth.”

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Garreg Mach Monastery - 14 Horsebow Moon, Unification Year

After Enbarr, it had taken several days before everyone was fit for travel back to Garreg Mach. Gilbert and a few others had pushed for Dimitri to return immediately to Fhirdiad, but he ignored them and instead chose to see the Knights of Seiros and his companions back to Garreg Mach. Byleth had been glad for his company, especially because she still worried over the wound he received from Edelgard at the end of their confrontation.

Still, in the few days that they’d been back at the monastery, she had seen him in the goddess tower for a brief period of time before their chaotic duties had summoned them into a whirlwind of work again. As Byleth sat through a meeting with Seteth and some other church officials, she touched the ring Dimitri had given her distractedly.

The silver of it was cool against her skin and still felt foreign. She kept her hands below the table as a few of the higher up monks and knights relayed their reports for the day. Rhea was still resting to recover from her imprisonment in Enbarr, but it seemed like everyone already knew that Byleth was set to become the next archbishop. Additionally, it didn’t appear that there was going to be any delay in the shift of loyalty over to Byleth, a fact which made her slightly uncomfortable.

Seteth asked her something and Byleth blinked, realizing that her attention had drifted and she had lost the frame of the conversation entirely. She spun Dimitri’s ring on her finger and asked Seteth to repeat himself.

“Nevermind, Your Grace,” he said instead. “We’re all tired so we should resume this discussion tomorrow when we’ve all had some rest.”

Byleth tried not to slump in her seat in relief. There was some brief chatter as most of the monks and knights made their way out of the room, casting the occasional glance back in Byleth’s direction. Seteth and Flayn lingered and Byleth remained seated. She knew Seteth wanted to speak with her so there was no real use in avoiding him, especially considering she had just spent three days doing that.

“I’ll leave you two to talk, then,” Flayn said finally, once the rest of the room had emptied. She squeezed Seteth’s shoulder on her way out and swept out of the room.

Byleth watched her go. Flayn’s youth was startlingly preserved despite the five long years they’d been at war. It made her wonder about more than a few things.

“Byleth,” Seteth said, drawing her attention. “I know you were avoiding me and then today you were so distracted you might as well have been absent from these meetings. I know you’ve never been the most faithful, but the Church of Seiros will be instrumental in assisting His Majesty in the rebuilding and reunification of Fódlan.”

Byleth raised her hands and rubbed at her temples. “I know,” she admitted. “I’m sorry, Seteth, I know how much work you and Flayn have been doing for me. I appreciate it, I hope you know that.”

Seteth chuckled. “Your appreciation is noted, Byleth.” He sounded like he had more to say, but no words came forth so Byleth dropped her hands and looked at him. Seteth was staring at her with an expression on his face that was a mix of surprise and disbelief.

“Seteth?” Byleth ventured. She narrowed her eyes at him. “What?” she prompted after a moment when he didn’t reply.

Seteth blinked hard and let his brows draw his expression into a frown. “When did you start wearing that ring?”

The ring in question burned against her finger as she looked at it, surprised. Her response caught in her throat and she looked from the silver ring to Seteth’s still surprised and worried expression. When her tongue finally loosened, she was able to reply.

“Three days,” she admitted. It was exactly as long as she had been avoiding Seteth. Despite the fact that she and Dimitri had been wearing the rings out and about, they had yet to come right out and tell anyone though she knew that, at the very least, Mercedes, Dedue, Sylvain, Felix, and Ingrid had all noticed that either Byleth or Dimitri was wearing a new piece of jewelry.

Seteth sat back down. He stroked his beard idly and let out a sigh. “Should I even have to ask?”

Byleth studied Seteth. Like Flayn, he looked like he hadn’t aged a day in the five years he spent rallying the knights in search of Rhea. Still, sitting next to her in the Cardinals’ Room at Garreg Mach he looked as tired as Byleth felt.

“Dimitri,” Byleth said finally.

Seteth nodded like he had guessed as much and ran a hand through his hair. “Congratulations,” he said gently.

Byleth smiled warily. She spun the ring again and studied it. “Seteth, if I asked you, would you be entirely honest with me?”

“I suppose,” he replied after a moment.

Byleth looked up and saw that he had knit his hands on the table. He looked more uncomfortable now than she had seen him in a long time.

“What did Rhea do to me?”

Her question caught him off guard and he visibly recoiled, his chair squeaking against the stone as it pushed back. He worked his jaw for a moment, trying to come up with a satisfactory reply to her question.

“You’re sure this question needs answering, are you?”

Byleth pursed her lips. “I am stepping up to lead Rhea’s former church. I am a unifying force on this continent that is still teetering on the knife’s edge. And,” she paused, looking pointedly at her hand, “I am no longer on my own.”

Seteth sighed heavily. “I understand,” he replied. “You deserve to know, but first I should tell you the truth of our origins–Rhea’s and mine and Flayn’s.”

Seteth told her of the Nabateans and the children of Sothis and the truth of Nemesis. He described the truth of Zanado and how Rhea–Seiros–had grieved the loss of her mother, the progenitor god. He explained Rhea’s efforts to revive her mother, including the attempt that resulted in Sitri, Byleth’s mother.

Byleth tensed at the name. It was unfamiliar to her as Jeralt never spoke of her mother, but it tugged on something deep in her chest regardless. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. She felt a sudden and unwanted swell of emotions at the thought of the mother she never got to know.

Thankfully, Seteth ignored Byleth’s emotional response and continued his explanation, describing Jeralt’s relationship with Sitri and how it had resulted in a child. Byleth’s breath caught audibly as he then described, as he knew it, what Rhea had done in implanting Byleth with the Crest Stone of the Sword of the Creator to save her life.

Byleth’s palm flattened against her chest and she exhaled deeply. “Rhea didn’t want me. She didn’t want me to be alive. She just wanted Sothis back.”

Seteth pressed his lips together because he couldn’t truly argue with her statement. Byleth stood from her chair and paced towards the window. She wrapped her arms around her stomach and shook her head.

“Where is Rhea?” she asked, looking back at Seteth for a moment.

Before Seteth could reply, there was a knock at the door that drew their attention. Both soon-to-be-Archbishop and advisor turned to the door and took in the hulking frame of the now-King of Fódlan, Dimitri. His broad shoulders took up the entire doorway, even though he was without his heavy mantle. Byleth’s chest tugged in his direction as she took him in.

Dimitri seemed to note the tension in the room and looked between Byleth and Seteth uncomfortably. “I don’t mean to interrupt, but I was hoping for a word with the Archbishop.”

Byleth almost sent him away so that she could get the rest of the story out of Seteth, but Seteth stood before she could say anything. She bit her tongue as her advisor made his way to the doorway. Next to Dimitri’s tall frame, Seteth looked small.

“Congratulations on your engagement, Your Majesty,” Seteth said before he slid past Dimitri and disappeared into the hallway.

Dimitri watched him go before turning to Byleth and raising the eyebrow over his good eye. “Beloved, I didn’t know you had told him.”

Byleth laughed lightly and crossed the room to stand in front of her fiancé. She looked up at him, pressing her palms against his chest. Dimitri’s hair was pulled back out of his face, leaving a few strands to fall over his forehead. It was a stylish, polished look that she had not seen him wear before. It suited him.

“Seteth is observant, my love,” she replied, tapping a fingertip against the ring on her left hand. Dimitri’s expression morphed into recognition. She reached up to brush at some of his hair. “This is new,” she commented.

Dimitri chuckled. “Yes, Felix said he was either going to fix it or cut it, so we settled on this.”

Byleth hummed appreciatively. One of her hands slid along Dimitri’s jaw and down over his neck until it rested on his shoulder and the other stayed on his chest over his heart. He lifted a hand and picked up the one over his heart, bringing it to his mouth and kissing her palm.

Byleth laughed and gently pulled her hand down, twisting it so they held hands instead. “Has Gilbert been after you today about returning to Fhirdiad?”

Dimitri huffed. “Unfortunately. Thankfully, Ingrid has come up with a new reason for me to stay for a while longer.”

“She has?”

Dimitri stepped back into the hallway, tugging her along with him by the hand. She followed, keeping pace, as they let their joined hands dangle between them.

“Apparently, it used to be a tradition that the rulers of Faerghus were crowned here at the monastery instead of in the capital. My great-grandfather changed that when he was crowned in Fhirdiad, but Ingrid pointed out that it may come across as a gesture of both tradition and unity if I was to be crowned, officially, here.”

Byleth was surprised. Truth be told, she did not know much about Faerghus customs, but she agreed with Ingrid’s logic: crowning the king at the monastery would be seen as a unifying gesture due to the importance of the church to the unification effort and the war. Plus, it gave her an excuse to spend more time with Dimitri before they were both pulled so completely into their work that it would consume them.

“So how long have you bought us?”

“Another month,” Dimitri said. “Possibly more if we choose to announce our engagement sometime in that time period since we will have the excuse of wedding planning.”

Byleth nodded. “I suppose we’ll be expected to have a big wedding, won’t we?”

Dimitri paused in his stride and looked down at her. “What would you prefer, Beloved?”

Byleth looked away a bit shyly. “I am not one for crowds as you know. I would be happy to have our Blue Lions and a few of our other close friends in a small ceremony. I know, however,” she added, “that that dream is unlikely considering both of our stations.” She shook her head ruefully. “I have not even ascended officially as Archbishop and already I feel as if everything has changed here.”

Dimitri dropped her hand to place his hands on either side of her waist. His hands were warm and comforting as he rubbed them up and down. Byleth leaned forward until her head rested against his chest. He shifted against her and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“I hope nothing between us has changed, at least,” he murmured gently.

“No,” Byleth assured. “Nothing will change between us as long as I have anything to say about it.”

Her left hand reached for his and she covered his with her own where it rested at the base of her ribcage. The rings they exchanged were touching and Byleth tried to convey everything she felt for Dimitri–love, adoration, pride, and trust–through the simple touch. With him here, solid and warm and alive, she had never felt more grateful for anything since she learned that each of her students had survived the final confrontation in Enbarr.

After a moment, Dimitri leaned away and lifted a hand to guide her chin up so she was looking into his eye. “What were you and Seteth speaking about when I interrupted?”

Byleth frowned unintentionally. “Rhea,” she admitted. “And,” she found his hand as she spoke, guiding it over her still chest, “this.”

Dimitri waited for a moment with his palm pressed against her shirt before his eye widened and his lips parted. “Beloved, why do you not have a heartbeat?”

Byleth exhaled slowly and closed her eyes. “Rhea,” she replied simply. Dimitri didn’t reply, but she knew he wasn’t satisfied with her explanation. She opened her eyes to acknowledge his questioning look. “I do not understand everything myself,” she admitted. “If I knew, you would know,” she assured him.

Dimitri relaxed a little and dropped his hand back to his side, hesitating before reaching for hers. Byleth tangled their fingers again and pulled him towards the dining hall. “Come now, love, we should find our way to the dining hall. It was Dedue’s turn to cook today so I’m sure whatever he made won’t last long.”

Dimitri chuckled, but let her pull him down the hallway in the monastery. The late afternoon sun warmed Byleth and with Dimitri’s hand in hers, she felt content and prepared to face the chaos that was sure to follow a five-year war.

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vmstudies · 5 years

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30+ things i learned in my first semester of college

Okay, so as a college freshman in her second semester, I wanted to write all this down before I forget it all or it becomes irrelevant. College is a trippy af time, especially for freshmen, and I know high schoolers are all freaking out trying to find what’s true and what’s not. So here’s what I learned my first semester of college, and some stuff I’m still learning.

Warning: this post is long af.

disclaimer: I’m a nursing ROTC student so I’ve got like a million and one things on my plate at any given time, and I have a wake up call at 5:00am almost every day of the week, so if you have to/already do wake up early, this will be great for you.

1. Be patient. You’re going to have people around you doing all different things. You may not be going out, but your hall mates will. Learn to let go and let them be. Unless they’re screaming excessively in the hall at 3am. Then maybe say something.

2. Do all the extra credit you are offered. Most professors only have 3-4 exams and a final. At least 99% of mine so far have done that. Take what you can get and do everything to keep your grades up.

3. Time management is key. I personally suck at it, but I find ways. Unfortunately sometimes, for me, it means cutting sleep, which I would not recommend, especially if you’re waking up so early. But learn to manage your time the way that works for you.

4. Find a good pair of headphones. Some noise cancelling ones preferably. Those will become your best friends.

5. Coffee will be other your best friend. Even if you don’t drink it. I never had a single cup of coffee till first week of second semester. I drink a cup a day now.

6. Eat well. It doesn’t have to be a salad every meal, but find the healthiest options you can that you like. The Freshman 15 is real, and I gained it, but I’ve lost 10 pounds just by eating a portioned amount of each food group per day.

7. Exercise. This goes along with eating in preventing the Freshman 15, but it also helps with stress relief and focus among a million and one other health benefits.

8. Take chances. Nothing illegal and nothing that could jeopardize your health, grades, or future, but just remember that when a moment passes, you can never get it back.

9. You don’t have to be best friends, or even friends at all with your roommate. But make an effort to get along. My roommate and I learned very quickly that we were not going to be best friends like we thought, but we get along well enough, and that’s all that matters.

10. You’re probably not going to remain friends with all of your high school pals. Even the ones who go to school with you. I thought the group from my high school at my uni would be my best friends and now I only see them when my roommate brings them by.

11. Take a chance on everyone. You’d be surprised who could become the best friend you’ve ever had very quickly.

12. Colleges will want your living situations for next year very quickly. Don’t panic. Just get it done before rents go up.

13. Look for ways to contribute to your city. Volunteer at churches or food banks or homeless shelters or hospitals - wherever works best for you. You start to feel a part of a community when you give back to it.

14. Skipping class isn’t bad, but only when it’s done a few times. If you only show up for exams, you’re screwed, because there are things on the exam that won’t always be on the PowerPoints. TL;DR: show up to class.

15. Don’t drink after people. Mono runs rampant on college campuses, and it’s now airborne. Hand sanitizer is your third new best friend.

16. Exam season isn’t that scary. As long as you’re maintaining your grades in a class, the finals should be okay. Should be.

17. Assuming you aren’t a commuter, if you have the ability to go home every weekend, don’t. The weekends are a time for you to hang out with friends and have fun at college. If you’re spending it at home, it’s not even worth it.

18. That being said, if you have the ability to go home “often” and you’re happy and comfortable at home, visit every once in a while. It’s good for the soul.

19. Many professors are there to complete research requirements. That being said, it doesn’t matter to them whether they’re good professors or not so long as they get their work done. That being said, you will have some shitty professors. Just work hard and beat them by beating their class.

20. You will have some professors who are, to put it nicely, absolute dicks. Again: beat them by beating their class. Ace that shit then never sign up for a class with them again.

21. Find the study style that suits you best. Rewriting notes is absolutely useless for me. This semester, my study style has become taking notes in notebooks in my dorm, and just having the PowerPoint up to add notes to the slides as my profs speak. It works.

22. Have someone in every class you can text and ask questions or study with. Cooperate to graduate, kids.

23. This one is huge. You will get homesick. It’s almost a total guarantee. It may not be immediate, but it will hit and it will hit hard. Don’t worry. Nobody’s freshman year is what they say it is. Yeah, you’ll find your group, but chances are you’ll spend the first semester drifting and asking if you’re the one person in the entire world who isn’t enjoying things. You’re not. We’re all in the same boat. Just keep drifting. You’ll find your group eventually. Who knows - they may be closer than you think.

24. Sororities and frats may seem like all that, but - at my university at least - while they’re huge here, they’re also a major pain in the ass. Rush for sororities was literal hell, and one girl I was talking to the other day said she lost 12 pounds in just that one week. Know what you’re getting into.

25. If you’re single and remain that way, don’t worry. There’s nothing wrong with you there either. People move at their own pace. My best friend has, like, 5 guys wanting to date her right now, and I have absolutely no one (that I know of). Don’t worry. Just keep doing what you’re doing. The right one will come eventually.

26. Know what you’re worth.

27. Get to class at least 5 minutes early. I’m always running to my 8:30 and it sucks.

28. 8:30 classes aren’t that bad. As someone who is most definitely not a morning person, I have yet to complain. It’s nice to get up and get going for the day.

29. 6:00pm classes suck. Mine ends at 7:15 and then I still have to go get dinner, which is in the opposite direction from my dorm, get back to my hall, shower, eat aforementioned dinner, do schoolwork and study, etc. It’s a pain.

30. Find something small you can do that makes you happy. For me, it’s Korean. I started teaching myself Korean halfway through last semester and I like to think I’m doing pretty well for someone self-taught. I also have a stack of notecards that hits the 26oz mark on my Nalgene. It’s kind of insane.

31. BUDGETING IS SO FREAKING IMPORTANT. I cannot stress this enough. And so is saving. If you get a paycheck or an allowance of any kind, put some of it away in savings every time you get paid, and try not to touch that savings money.

32. Be open to everyone else’s likes/dislikes/thoughts/feelings/opinions. You don’t have to agree or like it, but respect it. You’ll meet people who have all different hobbies, opinions, religious/political views. As long as they’re not out there preaching that we should all just kill each other or whatever, idk, respect it. Respect Dems if you’re a Republican; respect Republicans if you’re a Democrat. Respect Muslims and Jews and Christians/Catholics and Hindus and Buddhists and anything else you can think of. Respect.

33. Keep your dorm neat. Make your bed every day. Clean room=clean mind. Clean mind=better studying.

34. Do your laundry every week, y’all. Shit gets nasty.

35. Only bring what you need. If you find after 2-3 weeks you haven’t used it, send it home. Dorms are tiny. You need all the space you can get.

36. If you’re religious, find your religious community. It will be a great reprieve a few times a week. I was never overtly Catholic, and I’m still not, but it’s nice to get away for an hour a week. Plus after 5pm mass Sundays they feed us home-cooked food, and it’s freaking good. Take advantage of that.

37. Find a place on campus that reminds you of why you’re there when you have doubts or you’re feeling homesick. For me, it’s the first place I ever saw when I stepped on campus: the main lawn. It’s super relaxing and it’s a great reminder that I’m there to kick ass, get a degree, get a commission, and become the person I’m supposed to be in the process. It can also mean the difference between contemplation and a total breakdown. TL;DR: find a place that eases your mind.

That’s all I can think of right now, but if you have more that I missed, feel free to add on! Again, this is all from my own personal experience, and if you find that you don’t agree with one, okay. One size does not fit all. But this is just what I recommend. Have fun in college and good luck! Remember: YOU GOT THIS THING!

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forever-rogue · 5 years

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The Edge of Thirty - Part 3

Summary: Everyone seems to be getting married, having babies, or “growing up.” Except Y/N. Suddenly at almost thirty, reality seems to be crashing down on her – and hard. Nothing seemed as daunting as turning thirty…until she met Gwilym Lee anyway.

A/N: You guys, thanks for all your love on this so far! Let me just say that like it’s 90% relatable content to me, and some of you lot as well, which is brilliant :’) Y’all also totally caught onto me and that fact I introduced PROF Gwil. I couldn’’t resist! Taglist is open! xx

Pairing: Gwilym Lee x Reader

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: Language, some sexual innuendos

MASTERLIST

The soft early morning light filtered in through the small of gap of Gwilym’s smartly chosen curtains. The window was cracked ever so slightly, allowing the bustle of London’s traffic to waft in and slowly reach Y/N’s ears.

Letting out a tired, yet content sigh, she opened her bleary eyes, a hand reaching up to wipe away the remnants of sleep. It took her a few moments of looking around to realize she wasn’t at home in her own bed with Deacon curled up at her feet. She slowly started to sit up, attempting to figure out where in the world she was, when she noticed a large lump in the bed next to her. I didn’t she immediately felt a sense of panic set in her bones.

Turning her body slowly, as to not wake up her lover from last night, she let out a small gasp when she realized that it was Gwilym. She hadn’t just imagined that she’d gone home with the sexy English professor last night.

“Bollocks,” she exasperatedly ran a hand through her messy hair, before taking a look down and seeing that she was naked. The only things on her were the light purplish blue bruises that littered the delicate skin of her chest and neck. How had she let this happen again? At least she remembered his name this time.

She was about to slide out from under the covers and make a hasty escape when a hand grabbed onto her wrist and kept her in the bed. Gwilym rolled over and studied her with a piercing gaze that left her feeling more naked and vulnerable, if that was even possible at that point.

“Where you just going to leave without saying anything?” he asked, an unreadable tone in his voice. She couldn’t tell if he was annoyed or upset; a part of her hoped he was upset, that this handsome man wanted more than just a one stand with her. The other part, and at this point she wasn’t sure which was stronger, wanted him to never remember her or their tryst.

“Yeah,” she admitted as she hung her head, almost mildly ashamed that he had caught her like this, “that was my plan. That’s generally how these things work, isn’t? You take me home, fuck me, and then I run out and we pretend this never happened?”

“Is that al you think this is? A one night stand?” he countered, quirking an eyebrow at her as he settled against pillows, his hand still on her wrist, “not for me. Although I haven’t really done this before. Aren’t you a little old to be doing this? We’re both adults, Y/N, and what we did wasn’t wrong or shameful.”

“Oh my God,” she peeled his hand off of her arm and hid her face in her hands, the events of last night running through her mind. She shifted slightly, feeling a slight soreness between her legs that she hadn’t experienced in a long time. He had been good. Very good. The fact that he knew how to please a woman was blatantly evident.

“What?”

“I slept with an old man!” she threw her hands up in exasperation as she staggered out of the bed in search of her dress from last evening. It was laying in a crumpled, wrinkly heap along with his own clothing. Frowning, she picked all of her items up and tried to haphazardly throw them on. Gwil watched her with a bemused expression.

“Middle aged at best,” he reminded her of their conversation from the previous night, “that’s what you had said. I’m a only a few years older, Y/N. It’s not a big deal.”

“Fucking hell,” she tried to get her bra on but it was a struggle with her shaking hands, “this shouldn’t have happened! I should have said no, but you’d to be all...you and I just couldn’t stay away from you!”

“Y/N, love, just stay,” he suggested, resting an around behind his head, “I want you to stay. We can spend the morning in bed, and I promise I’ll make you breakfast and take you home before I have to head into work. My first class isn’t until this afternoon.”

“Class!” she stopped dead in her tracks as she walked around for a clock to see what time it was. She groaned when she couldn’t find anything, digging around for her phone. Unlocking it, she let out a long sigh at the many missed calls and texts from Ben and the school. It was 10:30 in the morning. School started at 9:00.

“Yes...class is at-”

“I start at 9,” she almost shouted at him. He wasn’t likely to have known, she hadn’t told him that she taught young children,which he taught at the university level, “my kids are all alone. Crickle’s going to kill me! He’s looking for any excuse to fire me anyways! I have to go now.”

Gwil got out of the bed, quickly pulling his boxers that had been discarded the night before, reaching for his keys, “let me take you to work, it’s the least I can do. I-I didn’t realize you started early, I would have woken you up.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” she put her hands out to stop him, “I just...I’m gonna steal your shirt, okay? I don’t have time to go home but I can’t just wear this dress. I’ll make it up to sometime, okay? I-I’m sorry!”

Gwil wasn’t able to get another word in edgewise before ran out of the room, her heels in one hand, his shirt in the other. A slew of curses was barely audible to him as he listened to her open and slam the door shut in a matter of seconds. He realized he hadn’t even gotten her phone number...they had been too busy with other things to get to that point.

He threw his keys back onto the dresser, before flopping back into his warm bed. It already felt like something was missing as he stretched out and rested his long arm on the spot she had previously occupied where a bit of warmth still lingered.

Something about her had drawn him in such a short period of time. It wasn’t just the fact that they had probably the best sex of his life. The way she rode him, the way she had chanted his name like it was a prayer when she was close, the delicious way she had tasted, the way she had let him be rough and gentle with her - it was all mind blowing. But more than that, it was her aura that had attracted him to her. It was a conglomeration of factors.

But he wanted more. That much he already knew.

As she ran into the busy London street, she pulled on Gwil’s oversized shirt, rolling up the sleeves and tying it off so it wasn’t as long and billowy, but looked purposeful. The shirt still smelled of Gwil, his natural scent mixed with the subtle cologne he favored. It was a look alright, definitely not work appropriate, but she was trying to concoct a story to excuse it. If nothing else she had figured she would run home during her lunch period and quickly shower and change. She was sure she still had the subtle, or not so subtle, smell of sex on her.

Y/N tried to jog to work as quickly as possible, no easy feat in a pair of heels, when her phone started buzzing in her hand again. It was Ben. Of course.

“Hey-”

“Y/N, where the hell are you!? I’ve been calling and texting you all morning,” Ben was practically shouting and she held back the phone so she wouldn’t go completely deaf. She opened her mouth but wasn’t able to get a word in before he continued his tirade, “I thought you were dead! You’re late, and Crickle is furious. Jesus Christ, you better have a good explanation for all this!”

“Ben, calm down,” she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as she quickly crossed the street, “I’m alive, alright? I overslept...there was an emergency last night and I was up late and finally got some and missed my alarm.”

“What on earth could have possibly happened?” there came out the Dr. Jones voice that he so often used on his students and patients. Which basically meant that he saw right through her, “are you okay?”

“It was Deacon,” she lied, surprised by how quickly, and effortlessly, the words rolled off of her tongue, “he wasn’t feeling well when I got home last night, so I had to take him to the emergency vet and I wanted to stay up and make sure he was alright.”

“Poor little buddy,” Ben’s voice melted at the mention of her dog. He too adored the little guy like he was his own, “is he alright?”

“Doing better,” she hated lying and she hated dragging Deacon into the lie but it was the only thing she could think of at the moment. She always had this strange superstition that lying about someone getting hurt somehow actually made them get hurt. It was silly, she knew, but it still crept into her mind, “he’s a tough little guy after all.”

“I’m glad he’s okay,” he seemed to let out a sigh of relief, and she could just picture him sitting at his desk, running a hand through his soft curls. He had a kind soul, often caring more about things than necessary, and always wearing his heart on his sleeve, “do you think you’re going to make it in today? I-I can tell Crickle what’s happened.”

“I’m on my way now,” she almost sighed, crossing another street as the school slowly came into view in the far off distance. It was like an oasis in the desert, calling out to her, luring her in. As much as she wished she could take Ben up on his offer, she knew better than to do so. Crickle would have been on her in an instant, using it as a mark against her to fire her. She had a feeling that smarmy old bastard had been plotting this since the day she and Ben had started working at the school, “I can’t risk not being there today, Benny. He’ll have me axed before I could even get a word in.”

He let out a long breath, but he knew she was right. At least she had a plausible excuse for being late. After all, who wouldn’t understand someone staying up and taking care of their sick pup, “okay, just get there as fast you can. I’ll go and tell the substitute that’s in your room right now.”

“My absolute hero,” she ran across the street, too impatient to wait for the crosswalk to signal that it was okay to go, and earning herself a few honks from the oncoming traffic. She flailed her arms in a sort of pseudo apology as she tried to go as fast as possible, “I’ll call Crickle right now and let him now what’s happened. See you soon.”

Ending the call with Ben, Y/N gave herself a moment to breathe before searching for the school’s number to speak to the insufferable headmaster. She wished it could have been anyone but him, but alas, fate was not so kind, and she’d have to face him regardless. This time she couldn’t even blame anyone else. It was her own fault and she had thrown all discretion to the wind and gone home with Gwil. But there was just something about him, some sort of undeniable animal magnetism that had attracted her to him. Gwilym.

Snapping herself out of her day dream, she dialed the number and listened to the robotic directory, wishing it would go faster so she could just be finished. Upon finally getting a chance to dial Crickle’s extension, she did so, waiting with bated breath while it rang for what seemed like an inordinately long period of time. Upon her contemplation of hanging up, the other end picked up and a dry voice met her ears, “Gregory Crickle.”

“Headmaster, good morning. This is Y/N L/N,” she tried to keep her voice a fine line between cheery and sad, since she was about to have to self her fabricated story once again, “I wanted to call and apologize for my tardiness, I am however on my way and shall be there within the next fifteen minutes.”

“I do hope there is a good reason for your lateness, Miss L/N. Last we discussed, I had warned you about keeping up your appearances,” she could tell there was a smug smirk on his face as sat in his office, his feet probably on the desk as he ate his morning doughnut, accompanied by a cup of coffee as bitter as his soul.

“I’m well aware...sir,” she bit her tongue for a second, fighting back a slew of curses and insults, “my dog, Deacon, became very ill last night and I had to take him to the emergency veterinarian. I stayed up with him during the night to make sure he was okay, but I guess I must have missed my alarm. I was up quite late.”

“It appears so,” was all he said at first. She wasn’t sure if he actually believed her story, but she did her best to try and sell it. Figuring that if she saw him later, she’d even muster up a few tears for added effect, “but I’m sorry to your about dog. I hope he will make a full recovery. You may send the substitute to Classroom 314 upon your arrival.”

“Thank you sir,” she mentally let out a sigh of relief, “your kindness does not go unappreciated.”

“I expect it does not,” he replied. Before hanging up the call he decided to remind her, “do take care to be punctual this week. You never know when those visitors will make their appearance.”

“Yes sir,” she said as he ended the call. Once the line was completely silent she muttered under breath, “you slimy bastard.”

But it didn’t matter - she had gotten off almost scot free and things would be back to normal soon. All she had to go was remained under the radar for the next couple of weeks and everything would be fine. Easy peasy lemon squeezy as her students always reminded her.

“Good morning, my little loves!” Y/N almost shouted as she burst into her classroom, trying to appear as though everything was normal and she wasn’t almost two hours late. They were all such inquisitive little things, asking questions about almost everything, and she hoped, prayed rather, that they wouldn’t zone in on her outfit and question her disheveled appearance.

She had quickly popped into the student’s bathroom, making sure to wipe any old makeup off her face, tied her hair up in a messy, but acceptable bun, and pulled her dress as much as she could.

“Miss L/N, you’re here!” Jenny almost jumped up in her seat, excited to see her favorite teacher. The rest of the class gave her a big wave as she sauntered over to her desk.

“Thanks for covering, Ally,” she gave the familiar substitute a warm smile as she started to pull out her lesson plans for the day, “Crickle said room 314 needs you. I owe you one!”

“Buy me a coffee sometimes and we’ll call it equal,” Ally nudged her side gently before giving the kids a wave of goodbye and heading off to her next assignment.

Turning to face her favorite group of little humans, she took a seat at her desk, before glancing down at the plan she had prepared for the day. She knew she should stick to it, making sure that everything went according to a perfect plan, and be ready to dazzle anyone that entered her vibrant classroom. She may not have exceeded at a lot, but she knew in her heart of hearts that she was a good teacher.

“You see this?” she asked as she held up the intricately designed plans and displayed them to all of her students. They watched her with rapt attention, giving her a collective nod. Once she had crossed around the room, making sure each one of them had gotten a look at the plans, she jumped onto her desk before raising her eyebrow and tossing the papers into the trashcan that sat beside her desk. They all gasped before bursting out in a fight of giggles at the sheer audacity she displayed.

“I’m going to teach you all an important lesson today,” she smiled before going to her whiteboard and grabbing a bright purple pen. She quickly used scrawled out a message she hoped they would take to heart. It was a lesson she too, even as a bonafide adult, needed to remember sometimes. Life doesn’t always go according to plan.

“Plans are silly!” Johnny, a small wiry boy with the sweetest smile she had ever seen, agreed as he read over the words.

“Not always, Johnny,” she said with a smile, “sometimes they can be good. But it it important to remember that not every detail of our lives can just be planned out. Sometimes you have to have a little faith in knowing that things will work out. I had plans for you today, but to learn this lesson well, we’re ditching those plans.”

“What are we doing instead?” her favorite shy boy Brian asked, his little curls bouncing excitedly.

“We are going to spend the day on the playground, soaking up this beautiful sunshine and learning about all the wonderful plants, flowers, and creatures we encounter,” even though she was making this up on the spot, it seemed like a perfect plan. It came naturally and she figured she could finagle her way out of any repercussions should a certain someone spot her, “do we have a plan?”

“Yes!” they all echoed back at her, the smiles on their little faces bringing a smile onto her own.

She told them to get ready to head outside, grabbing their sweaters if necessary when a knock came at her classroom door. She left the kids at it as she opened the door and found Ben standing there, holding two cups of coffee in his hands. The smile on his face dissipated as he looked her up and down. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she cursed herself for opening the door fully and not just poking her head out. Nothing was sad as a sense of tense filled the air.

“Can I speak to you?” his voice wasn’t the usual soft, gentle timbre that she had grown to know over the years. Instead, it contained a tone of disappointment, a bit of exasperation. She knew better than to say no.

“Keep yourselves occupied for a few moments, loves,” she told her class as she slipped out to meet Ben in the hallway. She gnawed at her lower lip, doing her best to avoid his searing gaze. He knew. He knew immediately. In that moment she hated how easily he could read her, how he seemed to know everything about her without either of them even uttering a single word.

“You lied to me,” was the only thing that came out of his mouth. It wasn’t a question, it was a statement of fact, pure and simple. She sighed and stared at the ceiling, trying to remain composed. She had hoped she’d be able to avoid Ben until after lunch and she was able to run home and change. But of course the fates would not be so kind. A sort of karma to be sure.

“I didn’t want to,” she ran a hand over her face, which caused Gwil’s oversized shirt to shift slightly, exposed the marks he had left on her. Ben audibly sighed at the sight, as Y/N tried to quickly cover back up.

“There’s nothing wrong with Deacon, is there?” he adopted a cold tone as he took a step back, shaking his head at her. He tossed the coffees he had been clutching into the nearby trashcan. His distaste and the hurt look on his normally soft face broke her heart. She shouldn’t have lied to him in the first the place, she should have just told him, confessed her sins and feeling ashamed, but at least it would have been the truth.

“No,” she admitted as she trained her attention on the dingy old floor, scoffed with years of wear and tear. He let out a sharp breath through his nose, trying to find the words to accurately describe how he felt. It was a mix of many emotions, but sheer disappointment was first on the list, “I-”

“Save it, Y/N,” his response was snappy and short, a bitter tone clouded his voice, “I don’t want to hear another of your excuses. You lied to us last night and just ended up going home with someone? What the actual fuck? You couldn’t even spend one night with your friends? Then you had to go and lie about it? Look at the state of you, Y/N. You’ve rolled out of someone’s bed and come to teach a classroom full of children looking like a-”

“Ben, don’t,” she finally met his steely gaze, a newfound fire starting to course through her veins, “don’t presume to go on and give me a speech like you’re some sort of saint and I’m the sinner. None of you gave a shit about me last night. None of you even noticed when I got up, none of you bothered to say more than two words to me the whole time. I might as well not have shown up in the first place-”

“Maye Crickle was right-” he tried to interject but she held up her hand to silence him.

“Stop for one second. I get that I’m not like the rest of you; I’m not in love, getting married or having a baby, but I’m still your best friend. As I have been for over twenty years,” she felt stinging in her eyes as looked at him, “but you’ve all gone and started treating me like I’m some sort of social pariah. I’m still just me, nothing’s changed. The only mistake I made last night was meeting you all out. I should have known where I wasn’t wanted. I’m sorry I’m not perfect like the rest of you. I’m sorry I haven’t gotten it all figured out.”

“You still...it didn’t have to end up like this,” he countered and was met with only a curt nod, “I don’t know what to say to right now.”

“Don’t say anything then,” she shrugged her shoulders and bit back her tears, “walk away and leave. Besides, I’ve got a class to teach.”

He turned to walk back to his own office, without so much as another word. Y/N watched him go, wanting to run after him and apologize, pulling him in for a hug. But she didn’t. She remained rooted firmly in place, watching his retreating back as she wished she could take everything she had said. He was her best friend. In almost twenty years this was the first they had had a fight. It felt wrong, so wrong, like a dagger was twisting slowly in her heart. Ben had always been the one constant in her life, but now she wasn’t even sure she had him.

The door to the room creaked open slightly, and Jenny poked her little head out, looking at Y/N with a sad look on her little face. She had probably overheard everything. Y/N gave her the best smile she could muster, ruffling her hair gently.

“Miss L/N?” her voice was small and quiet.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Y/N asked as the small girl stepped out of the room and wrapped her arms her waist, hugging her as best as she could. Y/N felt a wave of emotion at the sweet gesture, and hugged her back tightly.

“I’m sorry you had a fight with your friend,” she whispered softly, “we can be your friends. We love you.”

“I love you guys too,” Y/N said as she dabbed at her eyes with the back of her hand. How she got so lucky with her kids she would never know, but right now she was glad for her little room of friends.

The rest of the week passed by in an odd mixture of too fast and not fast enough. She had kept her phone on do not disturb for pretty much the entire time, enjoying the little bit of solace it afforded her. But it made it almost too lonely and quiet and her heart ached for her friends.

Most of all, she wanted to apologize to Ben and talk things over, hoping it ended up with them in his office, shooting the breeze as they fueled up on caffeine. Instead the two of them avoided each other in the hallways, looking pointedly away from one another in an effort to prevent conversation.

Her only companion and source of conversation outside of work had been Deacon, and even he seemed to be disgruntled with her. But he had every right to be - she had lied about him, and hadn’t given him as much attention as he deserved lately. Luckily for her, all she had to do was text her neighbor and she’d pop in and check on the small dog.

She tried to win over his affection by getting him a small new army of toys and all sorts of treats but he wasn’t having it. He wouldn’t even sleep next to her at night, opting to sleep in his own little bed on the floor by the door.

Her last ditch attempt to win him back would happen on Friday when she brought him to school with her and let the class the take him on a walk to the park. For whatever reason, and she didn’t know how but decided not to question it, she had convinced the school to say yes to her little plan and gotten permission from everyone’s parents. Something good had to come out of the shitty week, she figured. As she had reminded her students, life worked according to its’ own plans.

Her mind often wandered back to Gwilym, and the sheer thought of him was enough to bring a rosy flush to her cheeks. He had been the total package: good looking, good job, kind, sweet, interesting, and an excellent lover. One of the nights she couldn’t fall asleep due to the millions of thoughts in her mind, she had used the image of him that was burned in her mind to touch herself and eventually bring a release she had ended. It wasn’t quite the same as the real deal but it got the job done. She cursed herself for not at least getting his number. But maybe the universe had a plan in store for them too. Doubtful, she knew, but not impossible.

“You guys were all so great today!” Y/N beamed at her students as they said their final goodbyes to Deacon, who they had fallen madly in love. Deacon had given them all some love, showering them with his little kisses. It seemed that she had won him back over, and it made her happy to know that she had at least someone back on her side.

“Bye Miss L/N, bye Deacon!” Johnny waved at her with a big grin on his face as his mother and father picked him up in the late afternoon sunshine. She gave them a wave as Deacon gave a bark and wagged his little tail furiously.

Slowly her students trickled away with her their parents and caretakers. Soon, it was just Y/N and Deacon left, sitting on the swings and swaying slightly, along with Jenny, who had yet to be picked up. Y/N was worried as more and more time passed and no one came to pick her up. If it was much longer, she decided, she’d take her home herself to make sure she was safe.

“Do you think I should call your parents, Jenny?” she asked as the little girl played in the grass with Deacon who had taken a special liking to her. Jenny shook her head as she petted him, not wanting to leave.

After a few more minutes, some loud footsteps approached and a familiar voice called out, “Jenny! I’m so sorry I’m late, love bug!“

Y/N thought her jaw would hit the ground as she looked at the man who Jenny eagerly ran to. He leaned down and scooped her up almost effortlessly in his arms before kissing the top of her head. Y/N was speechless as she stared shamelessly, cursing (or maybe blessing) the universe and its’ plans.

Gwilym seemed to suddenly became aware of the situation as he stared at Y/N, a bemused smile played on his soft lips. The two of them wordlessly stared at each other for a few moments before Jenny squirmed out of his arms and dragged him over to Y/N and Deacon.

Deacon, being a traitor, ran up to Gwil and gave him a few little barks, pleading for pets which he gladly obliged.

“This is Miss L/N,” Jenny tugged on his arm and pointed at Y/N who was sure her cheeks were a bright crimson by now, “and this Deacon. We took him for a walk!”

“Did you have fun, Jenny?” Gwil asked as he mussed her hair before turning his attention back to Y/N.

“Yes, Uncle Gwil,” she giggled, letting go of his arm as she returned to playing with Deacon. The fact that she had said Uncle Gwil instead of daddy made her feel slightly better. Sleeping with a student’s father would have been mortifying. Uncle wasn’t great, but it was slightly better.

“Hi,” he said as he leaned against the swing set, a smile on his face as Y/N stood up, unsure of whether she should run away or stay. Despite her best efforts, she gave in and a smile worked its way onto her face as she returned his simple greeting, “I’m so sorry I’m late. My class ran late and traffic was an absolute bloody mess. My brother, her dad, asked me this morning if I could get her, he’s at a meeting this afternoon. Don’t worry, I don’t have any children of my own.”

“It’s not a problem,” she said as she cast a look at the little girl and dog playing happily, letting out a slight sigh of relief at his confession, “Jenny’s an absolute sweetheart. Don’t tell anyone else, but she might be my favorite student of all time.”

“Your secret is safe with me,” he gave her a wink as he looked her up and down, “I never took you for a primary school teacher. Let alone my niece’s teacher. What a small world it is.”

“Life is strange in a lot of ways, isn’t it?” she laughed lightly, a sound Gwilym decided he already liked, a lot, “it’s not a job most people would like, but I do love my job. I can’t say that about a lot of things, but that is true.”

“It’s important to have things we’re passionate about,” he agreed, running a hand over his stubble. Like you he thought as she watched her closely. She hadn’t felt his mind much his week, and he had been determined to find her somehow. He just hadn’t expected it to be quite this easy.

“I’m sorry about the other morning,” she lowered her voice so Jenny couldn’t overhear, “I shouldn’t been so short and run out on you like that. On top of it all, I stole your shirt!”

“And I still have your panties,” his voice was low as he leaned in to whisper in her ear. All the little hairs on her body stood on end as she felt the familiar tingling start in the pit of belly. He had her easily turned on, in the middle of the afternoon, in the park with her student right there. But he knew exactly what he was doing, “the black lacy ones. I’m inclined to keep them for myself, but you can have them back on one condition.”

“And just what would that be?” she bit her lips as he watched her closely, taking a fraction of a second to touch a gentle finger to the corner of her mouth. She wished they were alone, somewhere private where she could just have him in that moment. He had come smartly dressed in a suit, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a watch on his wrist, just a smidgen of chest hair exposed from the undone buttons of his shirt. He had no right looking that good.

“Let me take you on a date...a proper date,” he put a hand under her chin and tilted her face upwards so she was forced to look into his ocean eyes, “what do you say?”

She had a moment of hesitation as she considered saying no. Saying no might have been the proper thing to do, especially given the fact that he was a family member of one of her students. But she was already sure about Gwil. There was something in her mind that told her he was the lone good choice in the string of mistakes she seemed to have been making lately.

“Yes,” she agreed with a smile, putting her hand over his and relishing in his soft touch. It was her turn to lean in and lower her voice for only him to her, “but you can keep the panties. I’ll keep the shirt if you don’t mind. I wore it to bed the other night, thought of you while I was wearing it and touch-”

“Uncle Gwil!” Jenny ran back over to them, and they pulled apart quickly, the two of them blushing like school children. He cleared his throat as he turned his attention back to her, “I’m hungry! Can we get ice cream? Maybe Miss L/N can come with us!”

“I don’t know about ice cream, love bug, your mummy would probably not be happy with me,” he laughed as crossed her arms and pouted at him. It only took a few moments before he sighed and gave into her, “fine, we can get ice cream. But, it’ll be our secret, okay? Miss L/N, would you like to accompany us?”

“I’d love to,” she held back a giggle, “but I have to get going as well. I need to take Deacon home and get him some dinner too. But I promise I’ll see you on Monday morning, Jenny.”

“Have a good weekend, Miss L/N,” she waved at her before giving Deacon a last hug goodbye.

“Indeed, Miss .L/N,” he said with a cocked eyebrow, “perhaps I’ll get to be a part of that weekend?”

“We can see,” she teased him before pointing at his pocket, at the large phone shaped bulge, “but you’ll probably need my number first, don’t you think?”

“Ahh,” he said as he handed her his phone, and she quickly entered her number, giving herself a call so she’d have his number as well, “you won’t be as hard to track down this time.“

“I have a feeling it won’t be too hard at all,” she leaned down and called for Deacon to come over to her, scooping him up in her arms, and giving his pointy nose a kiss, “have a good evening Gwil.”

“You too,” he opened his mouth to say something else, but Jenny quickly dragged him away, yelling excitedly about ice cream. She watched him go with a wave before letting out a long sigh. What a small world it was indeed.

As she started to drift to sleep that night, Deacon (finally) back her side, her phone buzzed, indicating that she had a message.

Her face broke out in a grin when she saw that it was from Gwil.

Gwilym: To go back to our conversation from earlier, I thought of you too when I was in bed the other night. Not as good as the real thing, but it got the job done. Used those little lacy panties to clean up the mess.

PS - just so I don’t come off as total sleaze, I really do want to see you again. On a real date. Dinner tomorrow? No nieces, no dogs, just us.

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