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socialc1imb · 2 years
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I haven’t posted on here in a while but here, a comic!!
The IPRE didn’t let just ANYONE on the starblaster. Nah. They had to be scientists!
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mattygraygubler · 4 years
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our campus: chapter 1 (tom holland imagine)
summary: tom and reader go to the same college and y/n is tasked with being his tutor, they don’t really get along at first (because i love reader and tom hating each other trope)
warnings: drinking, mentions of being roofied
word count: 1.3k, nice and short to start off
a/n: bold is emails, the school is small liberal arts, i called it AU at one point but that’s simply bc a is the first letter of the alphabet
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“Y/N can you stay after class today?” Your professor asks as you walk into class. You nod, anxiety already filling your stomach. What could she possibly want to talk to you about?
Today’s discussion in political conflict was a continuation of your unit about revolution, today you were discussing the Cuban Revolution and Fidel Castro. 
You still managed to participate in the discussion a bit, you loved Professor G and her class was one of your favorites. 
“Alright that’s all for today, let’s wrap up a bit early.” G says. 
“Wanna grab some food?” Emily asks you. 
“G wants to talk to me, but I’ll see you at mine later? I got a delta chi invite so we’ll see what everyone else heard about and then we’ll see.” 
“Ok!” Emily said. The rest of the class emptied out as you approached your professor. 
“Y/N,” She said. “I have a proposition for you.” “What’s up?” You asked. Normally you wouldn’t refer to a professor so casually, but G was different. She’d been your advisor since freshman year, and had helped you through some really difficult times. 
“So I have a student, his name is Thomas, and he’s struggling a little bit. He’s a theater major but is taking some of his big requirements this semester.” “Like what?” “Statistics, writing, astronomy, and comparative politics.” “Oh. He really went for it.” You said. Writing and stats were required, as was a science course and some type of history. All four of those classes you had taken, and excelled in. 
G laughed, “He really did. I was wondering if you would be interested in tutoring him. I know you couldn’t fit T/Aing into your schedule, but I’d be able to give you some credit depending on how often you meet.” 
“How often would we meet?” 
“Twice a week, maybe, for about an hour?” You sighed. You didn’t necessarily need the credit, but there was a chance you could graduate early, so you agreed. 
“Fantastic! Here’s his email,” she said, scribbling it down on a piece of paper. 
“I trust you, but I don’t necessarily trust Thomas, so if you could let me know when and where you meet, that would be great.” You nodded and told her to have a nice weekend, drafting an email on your way home. 
SUBJECT: Tutoring (from Professor Gonsky)
Hey,
My name’s Y/N, Professor G reached out asking if I could tutor you. I don’t have a ton of room on my schedule, but I could meet for our first session Sunday at the library from 4-5.
If you could meet me in the AU honors study room that’d be great. 
Y/N
By the time you got to your room, you had an email. 
SUBJECT: Re: Tutoring (from Professor Gonsky)
Bet. Aren’t only honors college students allowed in there? 
Sent from my pants
You sighed. Of course G would ask you to tutor this kid, she knew you wouldn’t say no. He was probably some dumb frat boy on the verge of expulsion. 
But he was a theater major… Maybe he was actually a nerd that was stupid. It was possible. 
SUBJECT: Re: Re: Tutoring (from Professor Gonsky)
I am an honors college student. I’m allowed to bring guests. 
4pm Sunday. Don’t be late. 
Y/N
You heard some knocks at your door and went to open it. As the only one with a single, your room was always used as the movie night room, the crying about a boy room, and most importantly, the pregame room. 
You opened the door to your three best friends, all carrying large bags of stuff. 
“What’s up guys,” you said. Emily pulled a handle of svedka blue raspberry vodka out of her bag and winked at you. 
“Let’s get fucked.” She simply responded. You laughed and let your friends inside. 
There was some mild chatter as you all got ready in your not-very-large room, with Ally making fun of Emily for “forgetting” to bring underwear. 
“Wait, Y/N, what did G want to talk to you about?” Emily asked. “Ugh, she wants me to tutor some stupid kid.” “Is he a freshman?” Emily followed up. “No, he’s a junior, he’s one of her advisees, so he’s gotta be a junior.” 
“So she’s making you tutor him?” Isabelle said. 
“She’s not really making me. I’m getting a credit for it.” Your friends groaned. 
“Y/N you could’ve graduated after freshman year, give it up, you don’t need any more credits.” Ally said. 
“Hey!” You retorted, throwing a pillow at her. “I’m double majoring!” “And minoring, who does that?” Isabelle said. You rolled your eyes. 
“Leave me alone, it’s only like two hours a week.” 
“PLUS!” Emily shouted, starting to bounce on the balls of her feet like she always did when she was excited. “What if he’s cute!! OH OH OH! What if he’s hot for teacher.” She said and shimmied her shoulders. 
“You’re ridiculous.” You replied. “Plus he’s a theater major, which means-”
“He’s either gay or not cute.” Ally finished. She was the only theater major in your group. “What did you say his name was? I probably know him, it’s not a huge department.” “Thomas.” You replied. Ally scrunched her eyebrows as she applied her lipstick. 
“Thomas… Nope, no Thomas. There’s two Toms, or maybe he goes by his middle name?” 
“Maybe.” You replied, then asked quickly where Emily got her top, trying to change the subject. It was just tutoring, and your friends were wayyyy too boy crazy. Except for Ally, who decided her college lesbian phase was not a phase. 
Pretty soon you were all checking snapchat and instagram dms, trying to figure out which party to go to tonight. 
“I got sig ep and delta chi, like always,” You said. 
“I got sig ep too. And PSK.” Ally said. 
“Sig chi and Zete. But please, please, can we not go to zete? I think Garrett is rushing.” Isabelle said. Garrett and Isabelle had an on-again off-again thing last year, his freshman year and your sophomore year. 
“I got…” Emily said scrolling. 
Emily was every frat boy’s dream, petite and blonde, great smile, and the most bubbly person you know. All of your friends were gorgeous in their own ways, but Emily, with her massive flirty personality, could always be depended on to have a fuck ton of invitations to frat parties. “Sig chi, sig ep, beta, aepi…. Ooooo I forgot to tell you guys! I met this boy today, his name is Harrison, and he gave me info for the delt party!” 
“No.” Isabelle and Ally said immediately. 
“Why not?” Emily pouted. 
“Emily, how can you remember every person you’ve ever met’s name and yet you can’t remember the name of the only frat that roofied one of us?” Ally asked. Emily’s jaw dropped. 
“Y/N, I am so sorry, I totally forgot.” “Hey it’s ok! It was two years ago, the guy was a senior, and they were kicked off for a semester. I haven’t heard anything bad about them since being reinstated, maybe the guys in it now are different.” 
“Emily, you see Harrison again and actually find out if he’s a nice guy, and if he is, we’ll go to delt next weekend.” Ally said. 
“Alright so delta chi?” You asked. 
“We always go to dchi. I heard sig ep has an ice luge…” Isabelle said raising her eyebrows. 
“Bet.” You said and got up, grabbing your keys and phone, sticking your pepper spray in your bra, just in case. Your mom got you and your friends all bedazzled pepper sprays following the roofying incident freshman year. 
You all took one last shot and headed out for the night. 
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