would the Battle of the Burning Mill have been prevented if Aeron Bracken and Davos Blackwood fucked nasty in the fields? probably not. but I still think they should've given it a shot.
i fear the woman i am about to become now that alys rivers is in my life i am about to become the most insufferable person on earth and be unapologetic about it she could stab me bomb my house curse me blind me and i would still forgive her everything she is about to do is justified because she’s just a girl in the world x
hot people are team alys xxx
p.s rip alys rivers you would’ve loved julia fox xx
inspired by boop day, reblog this post if its ok for people to send you random asks and interact on your posts with no judgement. i want to talk to people.
Summary: when study partners are assigned, Michael - much to the envy of the boys in their class (and the girls) - is given (y/n) as his partner, but he might be the only one in the class who didn't want it.
Warnings: swearing like once, some sexual references at the end
Word count: 1.1K
A/N: hey hotties, sorry this one is short, I'm hoping to do a few parts so if you have any ideas or comments let me know :p
ʚ♡ɞ “NOW, I WANT to encourage you all to socialise a little more," Professor Wickes announces in his gruff voice, clearing his throat and pushing his glasses back up his aquiline nose, sighing as he rests his aging palms against the top of his monogamy desk, "as, well... you could all use it."
The class of introverted - for lack of a better word - maths nerds stare back at him, scowling a little at his words, but not protesting.
"Besides, your next exam is worth a fair amount, so I want to make sure you're all sharp." He continues, sitting down in his seat with a sigh,
"We've allocated you all a..." he looks down at the paper in his hand and sighs, closing his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. He looks up at the other man in the room, Professor Müller - an overly enthusiastic, young, recent graduate who had become head of something or other involved in initiatives to improve this or that. "You seriously want me to call it that?" Professor Wickes asks, looking at Professor Müller, who nods with enthusiasm. Professor Wickes sighs and mumbles something under his breath before continuing, A study buddy... we've allocated you all a... study buddy."
The students all glance around the room, their eyes landing on (y/n) - mostly the boys - with suppressed giddy grins and shy waves, eyes running up and down her. She scowls a little and scoffs, sliding further into her seat a little, arms folded over her chest as she tries to cover it a little, noticing one boy - Thomas Roland - staring at them.
Your tutorial groups will now also be a little different, they will be with just you and your study partner - only until the exam." Professor Wilkes explains, putting down a sheet of paper on his desk, "come and look then."
The students, notably the boys, practically shoot out of their seats, rushing to read it. After a few seconds, they turn with scowls. Their eyes all fix on a figure sat at the table in the back corner of the room, head down, hand writing furiously against his notebook. At the feeling of their stares, he lifts his head, adjusting his glasses.
“What?" Asks Michael.
Their eyes then trail to (y/n), sat in her seat, phone out, laughing to herself at something someone said, twirling a strand of her hair, crossing and uncrossing her legs to adjust her leather skirt and tights. She, too, feels their stares and looks up.
"What?"
"Are you free this afternoon?" (Y/n) asks, trailing behind Michael, who is walking quickly through the corridors of Magdalen College.
"No."
“This evening?" She continues, having to run a little to catch up, the heels of her leather boots clicking against the stone floors as she does.
"No.”
She sighs, "tomorrow?"
"No."
"When then?"
She sighs and speeds up so she's stood in front of him, stopping him from walking. He sighs and rolls his eyes, his grip tightening on his textbook that's clutched to his chest.
"Why don't you want to study with me? Do you not like me or something?" (Y/n) asks, a confused furrowing of her brows adorning her face, "I mean... sorry if I, like, give a bad vibe or something.”
He scoffs at her words and rolls his eyes again.
"See!" She says at his scoff and eye rolling, "you have a problem with me."
“I don't have a problem with you, I have a problem with... your kind." Michael replies.
"My... kind?" An amused smile and raised eyebrows form on her face, "please tell me you aren't one of those guys who are always like 'ugh society... nice guys.... females..’”
Michael blushes, "No. But 'female’ is the correct ter-"
"Oh, my God, please stop before I gag." (Y/n) replies with a grimace, "let's not.”
He rolls his eyes and tries to walk past her. (Y/n) sighs and holds her hands up, "Come on, it's just a couple of study sessions. We don't even have to talk, just a chill vi-" she's about to say vibe, but feels his incoming scoff, "atmosphere."
He sighs.
"Look, an hour, tops. She says, "besides." she pauses a moment, her eyes looking up as she seemingly finds the courage to continue, "I could.. I could actually use some study help.”
“..."
Michael's eyebrow raises a little, "you?"
"Yes."
"Need help?"
"Yep."
"From... me?"
"No, that random guy there. She says sarcastically, pointing to some passing student who looks at her and back steps, thinking she was calling him over, "no-sorry, no, I.. she apologises to the student and sighs, "just... nothing." The student looks at her weirdly before continuing on his way down the corridor.
"Just... please?" She asks, turning back to Michael.
He's silent a moment. He's considering it.
"I work alone."
She closes her eyes and takes a breath, "please?" (Y/n) thinks to herself and then continues, "I’ll give you something in return. I could pay you? Like a tutor?"
"I don't need money"
"You're a student of course you need money.”
"I don't want money."
She groans, "Well I'm not going to fuck you."
Michael's eyes widen and he blushes deeply, flustered, "Well... I don't want you to."
"What do you want then?"
He thinks again. He could ask for... no, that's too shallow. Too stupid. It would go against everything he stands for, it would compromise his values and his inte-
"Get me invited to a party."
She raises a brow at the request. But she nods.
"Okay, deal"
Michael kicks himself internally, pissed at himself for asking for such a shallow thing - but he also can't ignore the little spark of excitement that flickers in his tummy too. He composes himself and nods, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
"I'm... I'm free now, if you want to get it over with." Michael suggests.
"I thought you were busy?" (Y/n) asks with a grin.
“...shut up."
They start to walk. She laughs and links her arm with his, "lead the way.”
He quickly moves away, pushing her arm off and hugging his textbook tighter, "don't touch me."
“Why? Worried you'll get hard?"
He blushes deeply and scoffs, turning his head and stepping further away from her. But he doesn't reply.
He blushes deeply and scoffs, turning his head and stepping further away from her. But he doesn't reply.
