#moment of silence for all the teachers who had to grade my writing

[abbyromanoff]

hello! can you write dom g!p student natasha x sub fem teacher reader?

DELICATE

PAIRINGS: Natasha Romanoff x reader

WORD COUNT: 3356

WARNINGS: smut, professor x student, cheating, mentions of Wanda x R, dark fic, mommy (N), degrading, praising, dubcon, recording, nat has a dick, breeding, mentions of belly bulges, mentions of guns and killing, veryyyy dark!Nat, somnophillia, Nat kinda babying R, threatening, think that’s all :)

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NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

Your pen collided with the paper stacked upon others, a black line of ink following your every thread. Your lip was held by your teeth tightly while the computer's blazing glow shined through the dark room, being the only source of light as you found yourself too tired to reach out to the lamp across the room.

It was past midnight and you were well over your scheduled time but you had to grade these papers, the students were depending on them and you were lacking this month. You promised beforehand that they’d all see their results in a week or two but it passed that limit, and no matter how many times you apologized you still felt a nagging guilt when you were reminded of how aggravating it was for you to hear such things from your professors.

A sudden vibrate came from your phone and, even if you were in a deep focus, you were able to tear your eyes away for a fleeting moment to read the text coming from none other than Wanda, one of your students. The two of you shared a more intimate relationship than normal, but neither of you could stop yourselves. She was so beautiful and so intelligent, she always strived to receive the highest performance and often times found herself staying with you to complete work. Even in the silence, there was a sense of comfort and you wanted nothing more than to see how far this feeling could go, but she was your student and you were her professor, you thought there was nothing you could do.

That was until her lips landed on yours one afternoon when everyone had disappeared, leaving the two of you alone with no one to stop either of you. That night she went home with you, bringing you to multiple orgasms before you woke up next to her, lucky enough to realize it was a Saturday and you didn’t need to come into work. You left after a shared breakfast and peck to the lips that lasted longer than it should’ve. And then, your relationship started to blossom as you shared contacts and met up on occasion, careful enough to make sure no one could recognize the two of you.

Wands <3: Hello, my love! I hope work is going well and you’re not stressing yourself out too much. I just wanted to say goodnight since I finally finished my essay for Professor Rodgers, I was also thinking maybe we could see each other sometime this weekend. You know, to get our minds off the stress of papers and essays and assignments, all that boring stuff. Anyways, goodnight, and I hope you get home safely, I’ll hopefully see you soon!

The well-written paragraph almost seemed to release the tension that had been brewing inside of you, instead replacing it with a warm fuzzy sensation that had you blushing a deep red. You started to type out a well-thought-out response until you heard a small creaking. You assumed it was just due to the old pipes that you sent multiple requests in to be fixed and shrugged it off. That was until it continued.

“Hello? Anyone there?” You set your phone down and stood up, the laptop light now dimming the longer it was left unattended. It stopped for a moment and you started to believe it was all in your head, that was until you heard a loud, booming sound playing through what you guessed was a speaker. The projector suddenly lit up and was embraced with a video of you and Wanda on a coffee date at the cafe two blocks down, you gulped fearfully. You looked all around you, your heartbeat suddenly increasing its pace when you found nothing but a looming shadow in the corner.

“Who the fuck are you?” The video continued to play and that’s when you heard a deep moan, one that sounded all too familiar. You whipped your head around only to see a recording of Wanda going down on you while your hand laced through her hair, the other resting on your breasts as you helped her bring you to an orgasm.

“What the fuck?” Came your small whisper, confusion settling in and overpowering the fear you held.

“Mm, I remember that day very well.” Hands suddenly found themselves placed on your shoulders, making you jump at the contact before a chuckle left the unknown figure.

“Don’t be scared, love, I don’t bite. Well, unless you wanted me to, and after seeing that video I’m starting to think you’d very much enjoy that.” A lingering touch was planted on your hip as they turned you to face them, your eyes widening as you met the redhead’s green eyes in return.

“Hey, Professor.” You were suddenly very aware of the limited distance shared between you two and tried backing up discreetly, only to hear a clicking on her tongue in return.

“What do you want from me? How did you get those videos?” You asked timidly, feeling yourself now very much exposed with your opened buttons adorning your blouse. You noticed her staring at your chest as well, eyeing the black lace that made its way to the surface ever-so-swiftly.

“So many questions and so little of answers to give, what a shame.” She gave you a faux pout before biting her lip hungrily, palms rubbing at your sides softly as she seemed to be soaking in your curves.

“I’ve known about your relationship with Wanda for quite some time now and, my-oh-my, am I disappointed in you.” She stated, and without knowing why, you let your head fall in shame. “Don’t hide on me now, love, you seemed so confident when you were moaning her name, why so shy all of the sudden, hm?” You felt tears starting to form and sniffled, resulting in a mocking tone from the younger woman.

“Awh, don’t cry, you should know I don’t like cry babies.” She wrapped her arms tightly around your figure and brought you even closer to her body which radiated a strong perfume she wore. You couldn’t stop your head from leaning onto her chest as she ran her fingers through your soft locks that appeared messy from your state.

“You’ve been working so hard, haven’t you? Such a dumb baby, stressing yourself out so much, why don’t you have yourself a little break, yeah?” You nodded, a small sense of comfort forming in your brain at her words. She led you to where you sat at your desk and had you relax in her lap, kissing the top of your forehead while shushing your cries softly.

“Don’t be scared, baby, Mommy just wants to spend some time with her sweet angel.” A part of you wanted to scream and interrogate her on how she found such private moments of you, but the other part of you wanted to stay in her strong yet soft arms. You didn’t know if it was the tiredness or the overwhelming stress you found yourself sinking further into her hold.

“I think I know what could get you feeling so much better.” You felt the pads of her fingertips teasing your inner thighs through the tight pants you wore. Suddenly being very aware of the situation you were in, you started to whine, trying to form words but feeling too tired to speak.

“Shh, trust Mommy, okay? You’ve been working so, so hard lately, you deserve some of Mommy’s love, don’t you think?” She was your student, always hidden in the back as her eyes strayed towards you instead of your writing and words, this was wrong. Although, you couldn’t quite say that when knowing you did the same with another redhead. Shit. Wanda.

“N-no, we can’t, Nat-” You tried regaining your composure but your words seemed to come out bubbly and drawn out, your mind becoming too foggy as you were in desperate need of sleep.

“It’s Mommy to you, Professor. C’mon, you can’t tell me you don’t want this, you’ve practically been begging me to fuck you all year.” She remembered vividly whenever you’d bend over to direct a student in front of her, your ass being displayed generously to her eyes. Or whenever you’d help her even if she lied when saying she needed it, and the pet names that rolled off your tongue sent her in a spiral, she even convinced herself it meant more than you intended it to. She was so delusional, thinking that everything you did was purposeful and that you only saw Wanda as a way to replace your love for Natasha, even though that was far from the truth.

“You don’t know how badly I despise that asshole for taking you away from me, but it’s okay now, we’ll be together soon enough, I promise.” You shook your head but she held it firmly in her palm, bringing you as close as possible to her chest while forcing the quietness in you.

“I dreamt of the day you’d finally admit your love for me and let me show you how badly I want you, but then she got in the way and ruined everything. Not to worry though, I know you’ll end things with her before I end her myself.” She grinned as you tensed in her hold, only to stroke your cheek softly while her eyes deemed into yours. She could feel herself growing impossibly harder the more she held back, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to for much longer.

“You need to get some sleep, little one. You’ve been working such long hours, such a hard little worker you are. C’mon, get some rest and Mommy will take care of you.” You denied it again and again, knowing you were going to lose as your eyes started to close on you. They felt heavy, unbelievably heavy, at that.

“You know you’re not going to win this one. Just give in, Mommy would never hurt her precious baby.” Your mind was turning foggy with the way she spoke so gently along with the way she held you as if she never wanted to let go, you knew you were a goner.

“That’s it, don’t worry, just rest now, love.” She smiled to herself when seeing your eyes fully close, no matter how much she loved them she’d rather see them closed over while she fucked you into unconsciousness.

She set your body on the wooden desk after clearing the stacks of papers and ruined pens. Her hands came to spread your thighs instantly, growing more and more desperate the longer she waited. Her cock was practically drooling at the sight of you as she reached beneath the barrier of her pants and boxers to cup herself, shuddering in pleasure as she welcomed the bliss that followed.

“Such a perfect slut, already so compliant for Mommy.” Your belt was thrown as she pulled down your pants until she was greeted with the wet patch forming on your panties. You looked so adorable like this, she just had to keep it in her memories forever.

Grabbing her phone she took a few quick images that she knew she’d spend hours jerking off to the rest of the semester. That’s when a thought came to her. Setting up her phone against your laptop she pressed the red record button and smiled at the thought, turning back to you where she continued to remove the little amount of clothing you had on. Joining the pile of fabrics were your blouse and soon after your bralette that she spent an extra moment admiring.

She quickly did the same to herself as she stood stark-naked in front of you, your body only being covered by the little undergarment left.

“Look at how precious my angel is, so fucking perfect.” She grasped the phone in her hand as she directed the camera towards you, letting the lack of audience watch as she stroked her length over your covered cunt.

“This has been a fantasy of mine for some time now, sweetheart. Mommy’s so happy you’ve been so obedient, I knew you would.” She found herself coming to a quick release as spurts of her cum splashed your body before she aimed toward your breasts, moaning lowly as she painted your perky nipples white.

She set the electronic back down before leaning in and pressing a kiss against your dry lips, frowning as you shuffled slightly in your sleep. Her cock was aching to be inside of you by now, a throbbing redness appearing on her tip as she teased herself against your clit. That only seemed to edge her further until she finally let herself break and prodded at your hole, using your wetness as a form of lube. She was shocked to see you nearly dripping even when you tried to deny ever wanting this, ‘such a dumb whore’, she thought.

“Oh, yes, you feel so fucking amazing! Even better than I knew you would be.” She moaned dryly and thrusted her hips slightly, feeling yourself take her deeper and deeper until her pelvis bone was pressing into yours.

It was like you were made for her as you wrapped around her perfectly, and in her mind, you two were meant to be. She tried to erase the thought of Wanda from her mind, of the lude acts you two shared when you thought no one knew, but it only angered her further.

She knew you loved her, that’s what she convinced herself of at least. All the touches, the whispered words, they were meant for her and for a reason. Wanda did nothing to deserve your love, but Nat had been watching over you and keeping you from harm, only you never knew. And if you did, you’d most likely freak, but she didn’t want you to be scared, especially not of her.

“I’ll kill that bitch if she ever comes near you again, I fucking promise, baby.” The way you were sucking her in, your walls trapping her in place, this was all the proof she needed. There was no doubt in her mind that you’d spend the rest of your life with her. After all, she got whatever it was that she wanted.

“Oh, look who’s waking up.” Your eyes fluttered open as a whimper tumbled from your lips instantly. She smiled in your direction before grasping your chin in her fingertips, turning your head to face the camera still pointing towards the two of you.

“You look so cute, can’t wait to fill that pretty mouth with my cock.” You were slowly coming to your senses when you felt your back scratching against the desk as her hips continued to slap against yours, creating a loud clapping that echoed across the large room.

“Nat- ah!” You wanted to tell her to stop, that you’d report her for such horrid acts, but you couldn’t. The fact that it was so wrong made it feel even better, that seemed to be an occasional occurrence with you.

“Tell me you want me to stop, tell Mommy you don’t want it.” She was aching to hear it, to hear you beg her for less, knowing you wanted more.

“Please- please stop! I can’t take it!” She covered your mouth with her hand when your pleads came out, shushing you with that soft yet raspy voice of hers.

“Shh, don’t want anyone to hear ‘ya now. How do you think they’d react seeing a professor getting used by their student like a pathetic slut?” Your breath was coming to a regular, your heart finally returning to a normal beat as you accepted your fate. But something about the way her cock teased that spot deep inside of you that had you squirming made it all the better.

“You want Mommy to play with your clit? Yeah? Awh, all you have to do is ask, sweetie.” She spoke when your hand came to rub your swollen bud in a hurry, moan after moan leaving your mouth in response. She slapped your palm away and replaced it with her own, using her thumb to rub harshly and she smirked when hearing your juices spraying against her fingers.

“Oh my, baby, look at that!” Your mouth went slack as you squirted on her length, basking in the sweet pleasure she brought you.

“M-mommy! Mommy- please-“ She chuckled dryly at your babbled words.

“Yeah? You need something? Or are you too dumbed down to speak?” You bit your lip, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“My brainless little doll, you like it when Mommy fucks that nice spot?” Your nods were rapid even if you had barely any knowledge of what she said.

“I’m gonna cum in this dirty little cunt, and you’re gonna take all of it like a good girl, alright?” There was no time to agree as you felt a warm liquid starting to fill you up, your walls being painted white while she pressed down on your stomach lightly, smirking when she felt a small bulge.

“God, you’re gonna be the best Mommy ever, you’ll look so fucking sexy all round and full. It’ll be a constant reminder of how you let your student use you like a worn-out whore.” The video ended and Wanda stared at her phone with tears ready to spill. Nat had sent her a file to which she thought would be notes from class, she never really liked the redhead but she was able to get used to her annoying antics. But now, she didn’t know if she’d ever be able to step foot in that class or look at you the same. She knew you were asleep during the first half, but you accepted her request in the end. Would she forgive you? How would she ever be able to go on another date knowing her classmate was fucking you not too long ago.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and, while being hesitant to open it, Wanda eventually gave in but what greeted her was not you ready to meet up like she asked. No, it was someone else. Someone who held a loaded gun in her hand.

“I wasn’t lying when I said I’d kill you if you ever look at them again.” The woman stated, laughing at the fear in the girl's eyes.

“So, I’ll give you some hope. You remove all contact you have with Y/N right now, then you pack up your bags and leave in less than twenty-four hours, got that?” When she nodded, Nat continued. “Then, you’re going to go as far as you can, somewhere that I’ll never have to see you again or I might just have to shoot your little brains out, Wands.” She twirled the gun in her hand as if it was a joke, a silly old laugh between two friends, but it was anything but.

“Well, I would say I hope to see you around but I guess you’ll be leaving now.” She gave an exaggerated pout and stuck her foot in the door when Wanda tried to close it in a hurry.

“If I come back here tomorrow and I see you’re still here, you won’t be the only blood splattered on the wall.” She whispered, thankful no one was nearby to hear her threatening words.

“Well, bye now!” She left with a smile planted on her face, knowing there was no chance of you and Wanda anymore. You were hers entirely, every part of you belonged to her and it would continue to stay that way.

Wanda closed her door with widened eyes, turning to face the body lying on her bed who seemed to have just woken from a nap.

“What’s wrong, baby?” You asked, walking towards her as she refused to even look at you.

“I- uhm, I need to go.” She left before you could say a word, leaving the two of you with pieces of your heart damaged while Nat’s was perfectly healed, all while she was the one holding you at night.

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[yurislotusgarden]

TEACHER/PROFESSOR!DAZAI HC'S

ʚїɞ There are hc's just about teacher Dazai but also some including reader so-

ʚїɞ Dazai x reader

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so you may find mistakes!

ʚїɞ word count: 845

ʚїɞ My current ongoing Christmas event

ʚїɞ Part 2

ʚїɞ Tw’s: None! Just some regular fluff and stuff

ཐིཋྀ The teacher that all students love

ཐིཋྀ Whatever he would be teaching, no one would mind the subject because he manages to make anything interesting

ཐིཋྀ Speaking of, depending on what institute he teaches at, his subject would differ

ཐིཋྀ If he was in middle/high school he would probably be an English teacher (yes he would be the one to tell the class to read books in English but no one would complain because he’d choose interesting ones)

ཐིཋྀ I feel like he would be a professor at a university more though, he’s giving the vibes of a literature teacher, I would say (still could be the English professor ngl but I think only if there was no free spot for a literature one)

(Yes I know many people who write teacher!Dazai make him a literature prof but it just fits this man)

ཐིཋྀ Let's go with the university professor because I have more ideas for that

ཐིཋྀ There’s only 2 options for cheating

ཐིཋྀ There's absolutely no way you're cheating in his class if he doesn’t let you, probably will allow it ONLY if he likes you though💀

ཐིཋྀ Or he would be one of the teachers who would turn a blind eye to it if he sees that you need a better grade at the moment (if you're cheating while having good grades then that's a no-no)

ཐིཋྀ I picture him wearing black gloves, but I'm blaming it on the Beast novel where he has them

ཐིཋྀ Fucker almost never sits in the actual chair when one would expect him to do it (like when students are writing a test)

ཐིཋྀ He just straight up sits on the edge of his desk or on top and does his stuff in silence

ཐིཋྀ While teaching he either sits on the edge of the desk or walks around a little

ཐིཋྀ Cracks jokes all the time and people always laugh at them or at least smile because he knows when to say them and what kind fits the moment

ཐིཋྀ His students would accidentally find out that he has a drawer with sweets (he sometimes uses it for bribery, for example ‘you turn your work in on time = a candy for you’ when he assigns a hard project, it works)

ཐིཋྀ If Chuuya teaches at the same place then no one is escaping their bickering, the students actually made a bet on how long it would take before Chuuya hits Dazai for one of his insults

ཐིཋྀ There was also another bet that came about after the previous one

ཐིཋྀ At first, students were curious if Dazai was taken because 'how would someone like that not be in a relationship guys, he has to!'

ཐིཋྀ Little did they know some other professor heard it and told Dazai about it so he gave subtle hints but not clear enough, confusing people even more

ཐིཋྀ Going back to the gloves part, he once had to take them off because ‘they got dirty’ right before a break, revealing a ring on his left hand, causing the class at the time to erupt in chaos

ཐིཋྀ “Oh, I forgot to tell you all that I'm married? My bad, guys!” -he said right before he slipped out of the class for his lunch break

ཐིཋྀ The whole school knew he was married the very same day 

ཐིཋྀ Then came the other bet, ‘Who is he married to?’

ཐིཋྀ Some students proposed other professors, others said that it could be someone whom they had never seen, and someone else thought it might be a joke from Dazai's side because he found out about the previous bet

ཐིཋྀ They knew it was real when Chuuya of all people confirmed it 

“Sir I have a question, it's unrelated to the lesson though”

“Don't worry about it, what is the question?”

“Is it true that Professor Dazai is married?”

“Yeah, why?”

“HAH?!”

ཐིཋྀ Yeah he also confirmed it was someone they most likely hadn’t met as the brunet’s spouse works somewhere else/stays at home

ཐིཋྀ They would meet you because you either came to Dazai's classroom because mf forgot his lunch or a few of his students came to the room in the middle of a break, and you were there for some reason (in the 2nd option they probably asked you to come to class once so the class can meet you. They adore you either way)

ཐིཋྀ When it comes to you, Dazai is probably so goddamn soft that if any of his students saw him, they would think it's someone else trying to impersonate him

ཐིཋྀ You make him bentos and stuff and he never fails to eat them <3

ཐིཋྀ He appreciates it so goddamn much when you help him when he has a lot of stuff to grade at once because he procrastinated it 

ཐིཋྀ It can be making sure he isn't dehydrated, doesn't forget to eat or sleep, or even help in grading anything 

ཐིཋྀ Give him those forehead kisses after a long day, don't be shy, I dare you he’s so weak for them

ཐིཋྀ I recommend running your fingers through his hair while he's lying down on top of you or on your lap, he will melt

Notes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated

#yuri changing banners? nah #may write more hc's if ppl like this ngl #writing this bs was more easy than it should #blaming the brainrot #bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd #bsd x y/n #bsd x you #x reader #bungo stray dogs #dazai x reader #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #school au

[s-ublimewrites]

writing sonnets (melissa schemmenti x f!reader)

synopsis: your students tease you relentlessly and melissa can't help but to join in

words: ~1.4k

warnings: none i think? wholesome borderline crack

note: im not sure i ever actually gender the reader here? but f!reader to cover my own ass<3

Don’t get it twisted - you love the inquisitive nature of your students, you really do. It’s something every eighth grade English teacher longs for. But your fourth period class has a certain knack for getting you off topic with their curiosity. On this particular day - a Friday, so blissfully close to freedom - you have relinquished all control and let them fall down the rabbit hole of fanfiction, of all things. Leave it to middle schoolers. 

They had only been learning about first, second, and third person narration - so innocuous, you didn’t see how you could possibly be derailed. Maybe you’d make it through the lesson, and you could relish in the four minutes of silence you get between periods, and-

“Where is second person narration used?” Angel doesn’t bother raising his hand, and you don’t bother admonishing him.  

You think briefly. “Honestly, not many pieces of published works use it - not that I’ve seen, anyway. We don’t talk about it much. I’ve really only seen the second person used in one place.”

You intend to leave it at that, but of course, Angel pushes. 

“Where?” he asks. 

In the second you use to inhale before tackling the question, Kennedy takes the liberty of answering: “Fanfiction, duh. That self-insert stuff.”

You can’t help it - a laugh bubbles out, and this is the moment everything begins to spiral. 

“Yeah,” you collapse into your desk chair, “Kennedy’s right. Fanfiction.”

Kennedy takes the opportunity - it’s been presented to her on a silver platter, really. “You know about fanfiction, Y/L/N?” 

“Sweetheart, my generation invented fanfiction. And I’m a writer. This was my game before you were even born.”

Angel is on his feet, his hands slamming on his desk and his voice rising with excitement, “WHERE CAN WE READ YOUR FANFICTION?” 

“Oh, my God, no. You can’t. It’s not on the internet or anything, I’d just, like… send it to my friends, or whatever,” you insist, hands coming to cover your red face as you laugh. 

The class, buzzing with chatter and giggles, continues to harass you. “So, what, Ms Schemmenti reads your fanfiction?”

Your hands are still covering your face. “No, Ms Schemmenti most certainly does not!”

“That’s because the fanfiction is about Ms Schemmenti. Y’all see how Y/L/N be looking at her in the halls,” someone says, and several others voice their agreement. 

“She’s down bad for real.”

“What?!” your head snaps up, eyes searching for whoever made the comment. The bell rings before you can get your answer. “Get out of my room, you absolute little monsters. Have a good weekend, please read chapter th- oh, okay, you’re gone. Cool. Awesome.” 

You look at the camera. It zooms in on your red, deadpan face. You drop your forehead onto the desk. 

-

When you walk into the lounge at the end of the day, you slump into the chair beside Janine, who’s engaged in a conversation about a scrabble tournament (sober scrabble - boring) with Jacob and Gregory. Barbara listens, not contributing, surely stockpiling the information so she can tell Melissa later. Melissa, who is thankfully not in the room at the moment. You think you would burst into flames. 

Janine halts her conversation about triple word scores when you throw yourself down into the chair by her. 

“Rough day?” Janine asks tentatively. 

“Long. The kids were focused on literally anything other than The Outsiders.” 

Janine nods. “I get it. Fridays, y’know? It’s always hard to keep them on task.” 

“Well, Y/N,” Jacob starts with a smirk, “my students were actually pretty interested in the topics of your class today. It’s all they could talk about when they sat down for seventh period.” 

You glare at him hard and warn, “Jacob. Do not.” 

Janine looks back and forth between you both and turns to Gregory. “Is there something I’m missing?”

“No,” you say sternly. Your eyes don’t leave Jacob’s shit-eating grin. “Not a thing.”

Jacob, it seems, has exceptionally few survival instincts and carries on giddily, “Y/N’s students found out she writes fanfiction-“

And, oh, good, Barbara is listening now, too. “Fan-fiction?” 

“Why is everyone saying that word today? It’s all I’ve been hearing in the halls since, like, fourth period.” Melissa asks, striding into the break room and taking the seat next to you. 

“I’m going to have to transfer schools,” you say, closing your eyes. 

Melissa pays this no mind. “All the older kids keep looking at me, too. It’s weird.”

You glare daggers at Jacob, whose face must hurt from the width of his smile. 

“So weird!” Jacob says innocently. 

Melissa narrows her eyes. 

“Why are you being weird? And not normal Jacob weird,” she questions, turning to you. “Why is he being weird?”

You slam your boot into Jacob’s shin under the table. “He’s not. No one’s being weird.” 

Melissa’s eyes flick back and forth between the two of you suspiciously. “Okay, someone tell me right now - what the hell is a fanfiction, and what does it have to do with me? And, apparently, Y/N?”

“Melissa, I am so glad you’ve asked, allow me to explain-“ Jacob starts, leaning across the table toward Melissa. 

“Oh my God,” you cut him off. Time to swallow your pride. 

You explain the situation… sort of. You explain in a watered-down way that incriminates you less. 

“So, yeah, they found out, and because I said ‘friend’ they connected it to you, and they misconstrued the whole thing, and it’s literally not a big deal-“ you're rambling and she knows it. 

“Wait,” Gregory stops you, “so this is why I heard Angel say ‘Y/L/N be writing sonnets about that red hair’ during lunch?”

Janine raises her eyebrows. “‘Sonnet?’ Pretty good vocab word.”

“Thank you, Janine! And thank you for focusing on the important part of the matter at hand: my impeccable teaching skills.” 

“So,” Barbara chimes in, “do you or do you not write these little stories about Melissa?”

“Barbara!” You’re mortified. “No! I do not!”

At long last, Melissa speaks. You don’t need to look at her to know there’s a smirk on her lips. “She doesn’t need to. Clearly, the material writes itself.”

“Melissa,” you plead. 

Melissa laughs that laugh, the one that makes the corners of your mouth turn up despite your discomfort. 

“Maybe that could be your end-of-the-year writing project for the kids - make them write that fanfiction,” Melissa teases. 

“You’re just as bad as Angel!” You laugh incredulously and let your hand smack Melissa’s shoulder. The others don’t miss the way Melissa doesn’t break your fingers at the gesture. 

In fact, Melissa's eyes soften as she bumps your shoulder with her own. “No, no, I can see it - newbie woos the Philly Eleven. There’s potential there.” 

You roll your eyes. “Well, I am pretty charming.”

“I’m going home,” Barbara stands up with a polite (if somewhat exasperated) smile, “Very glad we got this out of the way. Have a good weekend, everyone. Y/N… call me later.”

Barbara pats Melissa’s shoulder with a pointed look toward you, and takes her leave rapidly. 

“Uh,” you stare after her. “Yep. Bye, Barb.” 

Melissa’s eyebrow quirks up. “What was that?”

“Dunno,” you reply. “I’m sure you’ll know everything approximately five minutes after I hang up with her, though, so don’t worry.” 

Janine butts in (ah, yeah, the nerds are still here), “You guys call Barbara? Can I have her cell number? I always want to ask her but-“

“No,” you and Melissa say in unison, and Janine sighs heavily. 

You heave out a sigh of your own. “I need to go home - moreover I need to be somewhere no one is asking me about my nonexistent fanfiction habits.”

You stand, and Melissa stands with you as you both gather your belongings. “Impossible. I have your phone number.”

You “accidentally” smack Melissa with your purse, and Melissa “mistakenly” shoves her chair into your leg in a way that makes your knee buckle, and the rest of the Abbot crew watch the scene in morbid fascination. Because the cold hard truth is that if anyone else had dared to do… well, any of this, Melissa would be shoving her earrings into her pocket and removing her heels. Fight or fight instinct, y’know? 

Instead, though, she just swears at you in Italian as you head for the door, grinning widely when you return the sentiment in plain english. 

Ava entering the lounge halts you in your tracks. 

“Y’all will never guess what Angel just emailed me,” Ava exclaims, holding up her phone. “Did you know he knows the word ‘sonnet’? Proud of him.”

“Forward me that?”

Another smack from you. “Melissa, stop!” 

#melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti x you #melissa schemmenti fanfiction #abbott elementary fanfiction #melissa schemmenti #abbott elementary #lisa ann walter

[voltronisanobsession]

I am BEGGING for high school au!Keith with his childhoodfriend!s/o (gn) whos a model student, bonus points for secret relationship stuff!!!

Secret Relationships are Hard - Keith Kogane x Reader

I like this very much heheh. He also might be a little out of character but I’m down for any fluffy content😍

let me know if this was what you wanted, cuz me personally I had fun writing this💯💯

The sound of your footsteps echoed through the hallways as you made your way to the common area of the Garrison. Books clutched in one hand and pencil case in the other, you absentmindedly smiled to yourself thinking about the mini study session you were going to have with Keith.

While exceptionally talented in flying, the boy didn’t seem to excel in many of his other classes, which brings you into the picture. Having volunteered to tutor him, the teachers praised you for your kindness but just as many kids questioned your motives.

Encouraged by many of the teachers, they believed that while being his oldest friend was good, being a role model for academics was even better. You excelled in all your classes, passing tests upon tests with outstanding scores.

It only made sense that Keith be tutored by his best and academically talented friend, you. An example of the perfect student.

Yet you couldn’t help but see this as the perfect opportunity to have an excuse to hang around your boyfriend without any suspicion.

Oh no, if anyone were to find out both of you were dating, it would be no surprise that a lot of people would claim Keith was plaguing you with his ‘carelessness.’

And as much as you hated to admit it, it would also affect your reputation as the role model of your grade.

Walking into the common area, your eyes immediately dart to the only person sitting at one of the tables.

Keith sat in silence with his face scrunched up in confusion. Around him were some books sprawled on the table, the thick math textbook opened to the middle section.

His long hair covered his eyes, yet it didn’t seem to bother him. Keith’s dark eyes darted across the page, trying to understand the material. In this moment, he looked stunning.

The boy glanced up at the sound of your footsteps and immediately a smile formed on his face.

“Hey, took you long enough.” Smiling, you settled next Keith and bumped his shoulder playfully.

“So sorry your highness. I had to sneak around Griffin before he could notice me.”

At the sound of Griffin’s name, Keith’s face scrunched up in annoyance. He never really liked the boy, but once Keith found out he had a crush on you, he really disliked him.

Huffing and leaning more into you, Keith muttered, “I don’t get why he keeps trying to get with you. You’ve rejected him a million times at this point.”

Snickering, you opened your math textbook to the page your boyfriend was on and took out your notebook. Seeing you set up, Keith got back to work, explaining to you the stuff he understood and everything else he didn’t understand.

You both managed to get a lot of work done and seeing Keith now whizz through all his math homework made you proud. Sensing you looking at him, the boy looked towards you and smirked.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“I think my memory’s good enough, thanks though.” You went back to writing in your notebook as your cheeks heated up, you got caught staring again.

Keith let out a huff that sounded more like a laugh and went through his bag to take out a small baggie of cookies. Taking one, he put it near your mouth making you raise an eyebrow.

“Just take it.” Shrugging, as you ate the cookie from his hand, a familiar voice sounded in the room.

“What are you guys doing?”

You choked on the cookie and Keith dropped his bag on the ground. Keith stared in shock at the loss of his snack. Swallowing the rest of your cookie, you hastily responded, “NOTHING! I mean, nothing! What’s up Griffin?”

The boy in question narrowed his eyes at the two of you.

“Someone told me I would find you here. I didn’t know he was going to be here too.” At the mention of him, Keith finally tore his eyes away from the ground and towards the other.

“You got a problem with me?”

Still flustered at the fact Griffin had seen your boyfriend feeding you, you got up from your seat.

“What do you need Griffin? You’re kinda distracting us from our tutoring session.”

His cheeks slightly turned pink as you spoke. Clearing his throat, he said, “Well I wanted to see if you were busy with something. I was thinking we could go get a snack from the cafeteria and walk around before they call lights out.”

You felt Keith’s leg bouncing in annoyance . Wincing in guilt, you awkwardly smiled at the boy.

“Thanks for the offer, but I still need to help Keith with this one problem. It’s kind of a hard one.” You shuffled around some papers so Griffin wouldn’t see the problem you were pointing at was already completed.

“Oh uh, that’s fine I guess. Maybe next time.” Moving to leave, Griffin looked back at Keith and narrowed his eyes at him. Keith narrowed his eyes back, watching the boy walk away into the halls.

“I seriously don’t get why you still talk to him.”

Noticing his change in mood, you sat down next to him, placing a hand on his arm. He attempted to shrug it off.

“Hey, what’s wrong? You know you can tell me.”

Sighing, Keith turned to look you straight in the eyes.

“It bothers me that…” Groaning, he rubbed his face. You sat in silence waiting for him to finish.

“It just bothers me how he keeps hitting on you. It bothers me how no one knows we’re like, dating.

“This whole secret relationship is getting harder to keep secret when all I want to do is hold your hand without you snatching it away when someone comes near us.”

Hearing this, you looked down at the table. Is this how he really felt? You didn’t want him to feel bad about your relationship and you certainly didn’t want him upset because of your need to keep everything a secret.

Hearing your silence, Keith frowned.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean it in a bad way. I just don’t want to keep us a secret anymore. But it’s fine if you don’t want to make it known.”

Making up your mind, you abruptly turned to face your boyfriend.

“Let’s do it! Let’s show them from now on we have nothing to hide. I’m sorry for making you feel that way, it wasn’t my intentions.”

Blinking at your fast decision, Keith asked in a worried voice, “Are you sure? We don’t have to if your not comfortable.”

You smiled and pulled him into a hug, pulling him down to your chest and wrapping your arms around his head.

“Aww you care about me so much! But I’m serious Keith, we don’t have to hide anymore. I mean, what’s the worst that can happen?”

His laugh was muffled as you clutched his head, hands grabbing your waist in warning. You immediately tensed up as you knew what he was going to do.

You began punching his arm lightly as Keith tickled your sides with no remorse. He finally stopped after a few minutes, leaving both of you laughing trying to catch your breaths.

“Thanks Y/N.”

You fixed his flyaway hairs, eyes twinkling with happiness and nervousness of what tomorrow will bring.

“Nope, thank you Keith for getting me out of my shell.”

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[bradshawsbaby]

Hey babe I was wondering if you could write something based on Mrs. Bradshaw being a teacher and because it's teacher week Bradley comes into her office during recess.

Love Everly!!!

Hi, love! In my actual Mr. & Mrs. Bradshaw Universe, Mrs. Bradshaw isn’t a teacher, so this drabble can exist as its own little entity. I hope you enjoy it!

I admit that it’s completely self-indulgent, but I tried not to be too specific about the grade level so that all my fellow teachers can enjoy it! Happy Teacher Appreciation Week! 🍎

It might have been Teacher Appreciation Week, but it seemed as though your students had missed the memo. Their behavior was off the walls. Between the constant interruptions during your lesson, the incessant requests for water, the bathroom, or some combination thereof, and the wad of gum you’d found squished into your new classroom rug, you were feeling particularly unappreciated.

Though it was barely noon, you collapsed at your desk as though you’d just sprinted a full marathon, every bone in your body aching as you sat down for the first time all day. It was finally your lunch period, but you were too exhausted to even go to the fridge in the teachers’ room and grab your food. You just wanted to sit there and soak up the blessed silence for a few precious moments. The floor was littered with scrap paper and broken pencils, and the desks were all askew from your kids’ mad rush to get to the cafeteria, but you could’t bring yourself to rise from your chair.

Pulling your phone out of your bag, you opened your text messages and were a little surprised not to see anything new from your husband.

Bradley had the day off from work today, and the two of you had been texting earlier while you were on one of your planning periods.

How’s your day going, honey? Feeling appreciated yet? 😉

Not exactly 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

That good, huh? Should I come down there and give those kids a piece of my mind?

You could give it your best shot. But these kids are tough. Even you might not be able to handle them, Lieutenant 😂

If anyone can get through to them, it’s you, baby! But I’ll have the wine chilled for when you get home, just in case!

You’re the best ♥️♥️♥️♥️

Sighing softly, you put your phone down on your desk and dropped your head into your arms, ready to take a quick power nap. You were startled out of the stillness, however, when you heard a knock on your classroom door.

Groaning, you lifted your head and were about to tell whatever stray student was at your door that they had better get back to the cafeteria, but the warning died in your throat when you saw through the window who was standing outside.

“Bradley!” you exclaimed, jumping out of your chair and hurrying to open the door. You let out a gasp of delight when you saw not only your husband, but the large bouquet of red roses and sunflowers that he’d brought you. Your eyes widened even further when you realized he was holding the flowers in one hand and an iced coffee in the other.

“Aren’t you going to invite me in, Mrs. Bradshaw?” he teased, winking at you as you stared back at him, dumbfounded.

Shaking your head, you giggled and stepped to the side, making room for him. “Come in, come in,” you said, taking the flowers and the coffee and putting them on your desk before flinging yourself into his arms. “What are you doing here?” you asked as you peppered his face with kisses.

Bradley grinned as he wrapped his arms around you, capturing your lips with his own and kissing you deeply. “Sounded like you were having a tough day and needed some cheering up,” he explained, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. “Plus, it’s Teacher Appreciation Week, so how could I not shower my favorite teacher with all the love and appreciation she deserves?”

“These flowers are so beautiful, baby,” you murmured in gratitude, still holding onto him as you looked over your shoulder at the bouquet. “And iced coffee, too? You’re my hero!”

“Figured you could use a little midday pick-me-up,” Bradley winked, dropping a kiss on your forehead.

“Oh, thank you, honey! I love it!” you told him earnestly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and hugging him tightly.

Being the true hero that he was, your husband insisted that you sit down and enjoy your coffee while he cleaned up your classroom and rearranged the desks until they met your exacting standards. By the time he was done, you realized you only had a couple minutes left until the bell.

“A fine job you did, Lieutenant Bradshaw,” you told him, smiling as you stood up and inspected his work.

“Glad to be of service, Mrs. Bradshaw,” he chuckled, giving you a little salute.

“I’ll have to come up with some kind of reward. Maybe when I get home later,” you whispered against his lips, kissing him softly.

“Mmm, I like the sound of that,” Bradley murmured in response, his brown eyes twinkling.

Just as your lips met for one final kiss, the bell suddenly rang and the door flew open as a whole bunch of your students came tumbling into the room. Their eyes widened when they saw Bradley and then they started giggling behind their hands.

“Alright, boys and girls, take your seats. Lieutenant Bradshaw was just leaving,” you grinned, pushing him towards the door.

“I’ll see you at home, Mrs. Bradshaw,” Bradley whispered, squeezing your hand as he stepped out into the hallway.

“Bye, honey,” you whispered back, laughter bubbling up inside your chest as you watched the other teachers on your floor stare after your husband.

Mrs. Levi, your classroom neighbor, glanced over at you with a grin and let out a loud whistle. “Happy Teacher Appreciation Week to us!”

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[ja3hwa]

San + 30 please and thank you!

Prompt : 30. "Make me yours." + Choi San

【sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs】 : Mr Choi wants to speak to you about your grades and how you have been sich a good girl for him.

『ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ』 : 943

-> ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Suggestive, Fluff

ᴘᴀʀɪɴɢ: Teacher!San x Student!Reader

[ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs] : Making out. Swearing. Mention of inappropriate relationships and behaviour. Late 30s San. (Beefy Dilf San is a warning). Reader is in their early 20s.

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The little dance San and you were doing for the past couple of months was wearing your patience thin. He knew by the way your eyes lingered too long on his arms or the way you bit your lip when he caught your stare. He even took notice of the way your thighs would clench when you got lost in a daydream that was most certainly—one hundred per cent—about him fucking you ruthlessly in some type of horny position.

But who could blame you? The other male did wonders for your brain. The way he spoke, the way he was dressed. Heck, the way he would write so perfectly on the whiteboard in front of the class. He was the definition of a god amongst men. And everyone in your college class knew it.

You can overhear some of the girls that always try and sit in the front of the room—so they could be closer to Mr Handsome—speaking about how they want to see which one of them could sleep with him.

That made you laugh.

Like he would sleep with any of them. Like he would sleep with any of his students for that matter. Even though this was a college, and you were all well over twenty-one. It would still be immoral and unprofessional... right...

The bell shot you out of your thoughts as people began to exit the room quicker than they came in, but before you could depart as well, Mr Choi called your name. "Stay back for a moment, please. I want to go over your marks."

Great, not only were you in trouble for probably failing, but he had to say it out loud for the rest of the students to hear. The groups of girls scoffed with a smirk, amused at the thought of you being in trouble yet again. It was like you were just attracted to trouble and couldn't seem to get yourself away from it.

The last student left with a small click of the front door, sealing you and Mr Choi together alone in the large dim room. You sat in silence for a moment until he finally looked up at you, tilting his head in a gesture to say "Come," which you did.

"So it seems you have yet again knocked my expectations... an A plus is hard to achieve in my classes." His voice was laced with genuine proudness and sincerity. You took a seat on top of the front desk, letting your legs dangle with a smile on your face.

"What can I say..." You met his gaze. "I had a good teacher..."

He chuckled at your words. He took his glasses off before softly placing them on his desk. His eyebrow was cocked as he tilted his head with a scoff, "Just good?"

His voice became lower, almost gravelled into a whisper. It made you shiver with anticipation as you gripped the edge of the desk you were perched on.

"He's a great teacher..."

You spoke with a whimper, worried you might slip up your wording if you spoke any louder. The older male stalked you, moving slowly towards you. You felt small near him, in the best way. Comfort and excitement mixing together. His hands sit on each side of you, resting palm down on the table. His face was inches from yours, letting you smell the morning whiskey he had before work.

"Is he only a great teacher?" Now he was the one looking for trouble. Your mind started to spin, and you wanted nothing more than you seal your lips with his bit you waited

"No... he's great at other things..."

"And what's that?"

"He's great..." You gulped, not really knowing what he wanted you to say, but you decided to wing it and let your heart and brain flow together for once.. "at making me cum.."

He lost his shit when you said that, latching his lips against yours in haste. He wasted no time in snaking his hand down your hips to the top of your jeans, linking his fingers in the hoops before pulling you almost over the edge, so your core could meet his aching cock that confides in his slacks. His hips ground against you, making you moan into his mouth. His tongue took this chance to slip in, exploring what your sweet mouth could offer.

Your hands flew to his hair, tugging on his gelled scruff. Everything was happening so fast, but then again, it was always like this when Mr Choi could get between your legs.

"S-sir..." You hiccuped, feeling dizzy from his kiss alone. He pulled away to stare at your glossed eyes, feeling such power in your expression.

"What is it, my little dove? What do you need from me?" His voice was honey, spilling into your soul. Your grip tightened at the end of his neck, letting out another whimper from the feel of his hips grinding so painfully slow against yours.

"Please, sir...Make me..." You brought your hands down to pull your tie off. Slowly unbuttoning your shirt to reveal your black laced bra—his favourite bra—. "Make me yours."

His fingers gripped your shirt by the opening and yanked, snapping the rest of the buttons off, making them fly across the room. His lips latched against your neck while his arms cased you in a firm grip. You would never have to ask him twice about pleasure cause he was more than willing to provide it to you.

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[kywaslost]

Hello ! may i please request for Hawks with an autistic kid ( arond 13-15 years old with any gender + platonic ) that hates adults

They have lots of interest like biology life, but most imporatntly the Winged hero Hawks !

sorry if this was too detailed request, so thank you !♡

Platonic Hawks x Teen Reader w/ Autism

A/N: hi! Thank you so kuh for the request! I really enjoyed writing it. It hope this is what you were looking for. Please send it any more Hawks requests if you have any!

Hawks had met you though the sports festival at UA. After witnessing your match against Tokoyami and observing your quirk, he immediately took an interest in you. When he talked to Aizawa about you and Tokotami interning with him, though, he discovered something interesting.

“They don’t like adults?” he asked in disbelief. But then he shrugged. “Bad home life, I guess?”

Aizawa shrugged tiredly. “I’m not sure. From what I can tell, they have a decent home life. But they did tell us teachers that they’re autistic.”

Then it clicked for Hawks. “Oh, well that won’t be an issue!” he said with his signature smile. “I’m sure we’ll get along great.”

After talking more to Aizawa, both men agreed that it would be easier for you if you met Hawks before making any decisions on where you wanted to go. So they decided that Hawks would come to the dorms one evening to get to know you.

When that evening finally came, he walked into one of the private study rooms on the first floor to see you sitting alone with your favorite fidget toy in hand. Aizawa walked him to the door as they spoke. “I talked to Y/N,” the older man said. “Turns out you’re part of their hyperfixation at the moment.”

Hawks’ eyebrows rose in surprise. “Really?”

Aizawa nodded. “She’s been hyper fixating on anything biological. Their Biology grade has gone up a whole letter grade. All of their free-choice essays in English have been something biological. Their latest essay was on you and your quirk.”

They approached the door and turned to look at each other. Hawks smiled. “I have a feeling we’ll get along great.” And with that, he stepped into the study room.

You glanced up to him quickly before looking away, bouncing your leg. Hawks noticed how apprehensive you were towards him, and took things slow. “Hi,” he said softly. “May I sit?” You nodded slowly, and Hawks took a seat across from you. “I’m Hawks,” he introduced himself. “And you’re Y/N?” You nodded again, only glancing up every once and a while to meet his eyes. You messed with the fidget in your hands. There was a moment of silence before Hawks spoke again. “I understand you’re apprehensive of adults, yes?”

You hummed softly.

Keigo smiled gently. “Well, I’d just like you to know that I’m the most childish adult out there,” he said with a slight chuckle. “And I’d like you to come intern with me and my agency. But only if you’re comfortable.”

“Can I touch your wings?” you asked out of the blue, looking at his red wings hopefully.

Hawks was startled by your question, but smiled nonetheless. “Of course.” He extended his wings across the table between the two of you. Your soft hands gently brushed against his feathers, then pet them.

“I’ve been studying your quirk,” you said more confidently, making eye contact with Hawks for the first time. His sharp golden eyes soothed your worry. “I’ve been hyper fixating on biology, especially quirks like your’s and Miriko's, who mix human anatomy with animal biology.”

“That’s awesome,” Keigo smiles.

“I think that’s why I don’t hate you as much as I do other adults. I just don’t like them.”

“That’s totally understandable,” Hawks reassured. “If you’re ever uncomfortable around me, don’t be afraid to say something. I want to help you become a better hero, but I also want to help you become a better person. To help you get more comfortable with other people.”

You drew your hand back from his wings, offering a small smile. “I think I’ll join you,” you said quietly. “I think I can trust you.”

The longer you worked with Hawks, the more comfortable you became with him. And the more he learned about you, the more he did to make you feel comfortable with him. He kept fidget toys in his office at the agency. He even kept a few in his jacket pocket for if you needed one during patrol with him. Hawks’ favorite time spent with you was while you, Tokoyami, and himself were flying across the city, or even just sitting on a random rooftop, and you’d ramble about anything biological (he wouldn’t admit it, but he even started studying biology just so he could chime in every once in a while).

Keigo never made you interact with any adult you didn’t feel comfortable with. There were even times when you didn’t want to talk to him or be around him, so he’d let you stay behind at the agency with some of his other interns and learn how to do things that went along with running an agency.

Keigo was very flexible, and he made sure you were always comfortable around him.

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[ensnapemysenses]

Can you write some one shot where is jealous or reconciliation sex . Snape and fem reader (DADA teacher) are married and another young witch in their age starts teaching in Hogwarts. She like snape and she is not accepted that reader and snape are married and she really dont like his wife.Snape kind like the attention but though of him cheating on his wife makes him sick. thanks bby

Only Yours

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Professor Snape x Professor Reader

Warnings: NSFW! Sexual content! Minors DNI! 18+ Only, Fingering, Oral, Penetrative Sex, Dom Sev

Fem Reader

Word Count: 1,915

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“Hello, Severus!” Professor Clark exclaims as Snape opens the door to his office to let her inside. “So sorry to intrude! I just need some help with something in my classroom really quickly and I thought you would be the best person to help me out.”

Severus does all he can do to keep from rolling his eyes at her. Professor Clark, the new muggle studies professor, who just happens to be the same age as him, stands in his office twirling her hair, yet again. She is always asking him for help with one thing or another and this makes the fifth time already this week that she has asked for his assistance. On one hand, Severus finds that he kind of enjoys feeling wanted, helpful, and needed around the castle for once, on the other hand, he has to admit that it annoys him quite greatly. He would much rather ignore her and continue with his own daily tasks but he feels as if he is too deep in now. He feels obligated to help her as he too knows how hard your first year teaching at Hogwarts can be. 

“How can I help you, Miss Clark?” he asks, glancing up at her as he stacks the papers he just finished grading into a neat pile on one end of his desk. 

“I think it is best you follow me and see for yourself,” she replies in a flirting manner that skims right over Severus’s head and he takes no notice of it.

After a few beats of silence, he nods his head and stands to follow her out of the door. He wonders what kind of problem she could be having today. Just yesterday she had called upon him to ask him to explain how potions relate to what muggles call chemistry since it was coming up in a unit with her more advanced students. He figured she of course already knew all these theories but he had indulged her nonetheless with his own opinions on the subject. If he was being honest with himself, he had actually enjoyed their time together yesterday. Very rarely was he able to talk theory with his coworkers without being viewed as weird and overly passionate about the dark arts or potions.

As they walk out of Severus’s door, Severus is deep in thought and Professor Clark is devising a plan. They are both so caught up in their own little world that they almost run straight into you. Severus lets out a sigh of relief at your sight and gives you a huge smile. You cut your eyes to Professor Clark, giving her a sly scowl, which she returns, before throwing your arms around Severus’s neck and giving him a peck on the cheek.

“My love,” he breathes, a red blush starting to settle on his face, “What are you doing here? I didn’t expect you for a few more hours!”

“I can’t stop by to show my husband how much I love him?” you tease, tilting your head to the side.

“Of course, you can, my darling,” he says, picking you up and giving you a little twirl before releasing you. He takes your hand in his and gives it a kiss, “I was just on my way to help Miss Clark with something in her classroom. Do excuse my absence for a few moments. It shouldn’t take too long.”

“Oh! No problem, Sev! I just wanted some company while I grade these defense against the dark arts essays. I’ll be here waiting for you!” you say, your insides burning with rage at the thought of your husband helping that little whore of a teacher. You know she has been after your man since she started working at Hogwarts a few months ago. She refuses to acknowledge and accept that Severus is married no matter what you do. Not to mention, she hates your guts, and likewise, you hate hers.

Severus follows Professor Clark down to her classroom. As they enter, she takes it upon herself to close and lock the door behind them. Snape raises an eyebrow at her actions but just decides to ignore it thinking that perhaps she just doesn’t want their task to be interrupted by a nosy student. 

“So, how can I be of assistance?” he drawls, looking around the room for any clues as to what she needs help with. Before Snape can react, Professor Clark has him cornered against the wall, her eyes pleading with him for attention. Severus is frozen in place, calculating, trying to figure out what is going on.

“I’ve wanted you since I started working here. Forget about your wife for a few moments and indulge in your fantasies,” she begs, running a hand down his chest where it quickly finds his waist and attaches itself there rather firmly. Severus takes in a sharp breath and his whole body goes rigid as he worms his way out of her grasp.

“What. Do. You. Think. You. Are. Doing?” he growls, his teeth barred as he takes his time to enunciate every word. He can feel the bile rising in his throat, making him almost puke at the thought of her advancing in on him. “I am a happily married man! I have been lending you a helping hand since you started working here and you cannot respect that I do not want you in that way?” 

“Sev, I know you don’t mean it. Forget about her —” she starts before Snape interrupts her.

“Do not call me that, you dimwitted fuck! You have no right to call me anything but Snape! If you cross a line between us ever again, I will be sure to have a talk with Dumbledore and I will not rest until he fires you. Unless you want to lose your job here, do not try to come between me and my wife ever again!” he screeches, his jaw clenched.

Snape turns sharply on his toes and unlocks the door using wordless and wandless magic leaving Professor Clark standing there in shock. He rushes back to his office, breathing heavily and sweat dripping down his brow. As he enters the office and you see the sight of him, you fear the worse. 

“Are you okay?” you ask, hoping he will tell you the truth.

“That bitch,” he mutters, shaking his head. “She cornered me and tried to seduce me! I told her I was happily married, threatened her, and left!” He proceeds to plop down on the emerald green couch resting his face in his hands. 

“Scoot up some, Sev,” you say gently. As he moves forward on the couch you climb over and straddle him from behind as you give him a shoulder massage.

“You probably hate me right now, don’t you? I was too gullible to notice her flirting tactics,” he whispers, his head held low. He can’t bring himself to look at you right now. He feels guilty; he should have noticed her advances on him before this but he’s never been good with reading body language.

“Sev, it’s not your fault. I could never hate you, I love you very dearly.”

Sighing Severus relaxes into your touch as you remove his cloak. Reaching forward, you begin to undo his many buttons and remove his black robes and white shirt, while gently kissing his neck, leaving him sitting shirtless in front of you in only his dress pants and shoes. Conjuring up some massage oil from his desk drawer, you pour a bit into your hands and proceed to run them all over his bare back paying attention to all the spots that are full of tension. Severus groans from your touch and closes his eyes to allow his senses to focus on you and you alone. 

Reaching forward you begin to palm his growing erection over his pants and Severus moans as he feels you begin to pepper his back with sweet kisses leading up to his neck. You tie up his hair with your hair tie that was resting on your wrist and begin gently sucking on his favorite spot there. 

Severus, having enough of your teasing, suddenly moves over on the couch. His hand cups your face as he brings you in for a deep ravenous kiss growling a bit into your mouth. “Lay down, I’m going to let the whole castle know that you're mine,” he commands and you do as he says. He mutters a charm to lock the door to his office, but he doesn’t bother with a muffling charm, he wants everyone to hear you screaming his name.

He dispels both of your clothing in a singular spell; he isn’t wasting any time today. He wants to make you forget all the jealousy you have been feeling for her because you are the only woman for him. Tonight is all about focusing on you and proving his loyalty to you over and over again.

Spreading your legs open, Snape hovers over you and gives you a mischievous smile. A second later, you can’t keep your eyes open because of the pleasure his tongue is bringing to you. It slowly circles your clit at just the right pace leaving you a moaning mess with your legs shaking. Just as you are reaching your climax, he stops.

“Why did you stop?” you whimper.

“Shhh now, my love. I’m only just getting started with you,” he replies lovingly and gently.

He hovers over you as he brings a hand up to your face and caresses it before kissing you deeply. Trailing kisses down your chest, over your nipples, down your stomach, and finally back down to your core where he begins sucking lightly; you come for the first time within mere moments. You can’t contain your loud moan as you reach your release, screaming his name in pleasure.

Panting heavy and dazed due to your orgasm, you throw your head back as Snape slowly inserts two fingers into your vagina, his fingers expertly hitting all the right spots. Your hips involuntarily begin bucking onto his fingers and Snape chuckles a bit at the sight.

“You like fucking my fingers, huh?” he tuts

“Sev, please! I need you to fill me up,” you beg.

“As you wish, my princess,” he whispers into your ear, removing his fingers slowly before lightly kissing your neck.

Lining himself up, he pushes into your entrance and waits for you to adjust to his size. He begins slowly and soon you’ve both found a good pace and speed. You dig your fingernails into his back as you can feel a warm sensation bubbling in the pit of your stomach, and this causes Severus to go faster and let out a soft moan at how your walls are clenching around him so beautifully. As your legs begin quivering Severus begins to suck lightly on your nipple and wrap one hand lightly around your throat. The added stimulation from these acts, causes you to come, and soon after Severus does also his warm seed filling you up to the brim.

“Do you think the whole castle knows I’m yours now?” you tease as Severus wraps you in his arms to cuddle on the couch together.

“If they didn’t know before, I believe they do now,” he replies kissing your forehead while grabbing the blanket off the back of the couch and snuggling down closer to you to enjoy your comforting presence.

#severus snape smut #snape smut #snape x reader #professor snape x professor reader #snape fic #severus snape fic #ensnapemysenses #not sfw

[drinkmoarwater]

I’m finally done with school so I can participate in Dannymay for the first time :)

Day 17: Temper (ik I’m late but shhhhhh)

Jazz had three options, none of which she liked. She could leave, consider this conversation over, and pummel the punching bag at the gym until she passed out or the employees kicked her out again. She could stay and talk until she came to peaceful resolution with Principal Ishiyama, maybe talk her into a corner to admit that requiring Danny and her to pass a ectoplasm screening before being allowed back in school was a mistake. Principal Ishiyama liked her, it wouldn’t be hard to manipulate her rapport for the benefit of her baby brother. It would take a while, but Jazz could do it.

Or.

Jazz could smile, agree, and then burn the building to the ground on her way out. She had a lipstick blaster in her purse. The classrooms had plenty of flammable material. Books, paper, wooden desks, posters. It wouldn’t take much more than a few seconds of a focused blast and whoosh, a fire. Tucker would erase the camera footage before the police got access to it, if the tapes survived the blaze that is. Jazz wouldn’t even need to call in a favor for it, he’d probably laugh and say he owed her for getting him out of ap world history.

As Ishiyama explained the PTA’s petition to document all student’s ectoplasm exposure to her in slow syllables, Jazz noted that Ishiyama’s desk looked really breakable. One solid kick and Jazz would snap it half. The paper weights might hurt her ankle if they collided, but the desk was made of plastic made to look like wood. She could throw the thing over her head if she wanted, right out the window. Maybe that would be more satisfying, to be forced to use both her hands and hearing the crash. It would at least avoid breaking a heel.

Maybe Jazz should play this smart. Ask for the signatures on that petition. Write down their addresses. Take her time the next time a ghost attack wanders down their street. Shoot their mailboxes and say she has terrible aim. Steal their dogs and raise them as her own. Maybe that one’s a step too far.

Instead, Jazz bites the inside of her cheek. Option two was worth a try. “And why isn’t every student required to take a physical examination?”

Ishiyama sighed. “Not every student has been so thoroughly exposed to ectoplasm as those that have passed through your house. It’s a safety issue, one that I’m sure you understand, Jazz.”

“I don’t understand. Explain it to me again.”

“It’s a simple screening. It’s noninvasive, just a swab and a stroll through the ectoplasm detectors your parents invented. You’ll be fine. Your brother will be fine. What is it you don’t understand?”

Jazz pushed her toes into the soles of her shoes hard enough for it to be uncomfortable but unnoticeable. “An ectoplasm screening is not standard school policy. We live in the most haunted city in the country, don’t you think every student has some ectoplasm exposure?”

“If they do, it’s not enough to become a problem.” Ishiyama pulled out a file and flipped through its pages. “Thirty-six broken beakers, forty-two detentions, nine unexcused absences, and a letter of concern from one of your brother’s teachers. His grades aren’t pretty and he’s said to fall asleep in class more often than not.” Ishiyama took breaks from her reading out the files to make hard eye contact. “You have five unexcused absences, a significant jump from someone who had perfect attendance for three years straight, and three of your teachers have reached out to me about your jumpiness and sudden lack of participation.”

“Your point? These are behavioral issues, not physiological ones.”

“My point is that the petition mentioned the two of you by name, and your files give me good reason to listen.”

Taking a deep breath, Jazz let the silence hang for a moment. She put on her best I’m-thinking-very-hard face, an exaggerated pout with scrunched eyebrows. She bounced her leg, a false tell. She didn’t mention that it was wrong, manipulative even to have this conversation without her brother or parents in the room. She didn’t ask what would be done with their information if they submitted to the screening, or what they were expected to do if they didn’t pass, or which staff members signed. She didn’t take Ishiyama’s school district issued pen and blind her with it. Jazz didn’t do a lot of things that she could have, or maybe should have.

She half listened to Ishiyama’s justifications, comparing the screening to vaccinations and flu shots. She stayed quiet, nodding when expected and making unflinching eye contact. Ishiyama had one tell, to her credit. She hesitated over the flowery language of the petition, like she wanted to say “ghost” instead of “ectoplasmic entities and substances.” Jazz daydreamed about keying Ishiyama’s bright blue volkswagen in her assigned parking spot, carving a cartoonish ghost into the paint.

Jazz left the meeting with her shoulders back and her chin tilted downward. She was making a plan. She had many more options than what she first thought.

#dannymay2023 #day 17: temper #jazz fenton #liminal jazz #not plot relevant but know that jazz is real tall #projecting onto jazz rn as a trans person in a hostile state #double projection with the intrusive thoughts that she's lowkey taking srsly lol

[hassedah]

hi, could you write a headcanon where y/n has complicated homework and asks for help from the boys and girls, thanks in advance

The boys help MC with its homework:

Hi! How are you? I hope you are well! ^^

Here's the headcanons you asked! Here, I assumed that the MC was at high school. It's a parental relationship with the boys. You can assume that the MC is the biological child of one of the boys or that they simply adopted a child at some point.

I hope you enjoy it! ^^

Take care of yourself and have a nice day! ^^

Vladimir :

Vladimir had teachers hired by his parents for him and his brothers and sisters. When it wasn't one of his parents who took time out to give them lessons. So he would have preferred you to have lessons at home, rather than see you go off to see other people. After all, he's worried about you and he's never sure you'll be safe at school.

He often supervises your homework. It's not that he wants to be controlling, it's just his mother-hen side shining through. On more than one occasion, he's helped you with your homework, especially when it's maths - after all, Vladimir wouldn't hesitate to do maths for fun.

Tonight you were in a bind. You don't usually do your homework at the last minute. OK, sometimes you did, but that wasn't the case this time. You'd been working on this maths assignment for over five hours. What's more, it was a graded homework - it wouldn't have been much fun otherwise. Five hours of trying, re-trying, re-re-trying to find the solution to this problem, only to come up with a different result every time. You'd tried contacting your friends for help, but they'd all had different results too. In desperation, you stared at the chandelier hanging from the ceiling for several minutes, as if the answer might have fallen from a candle.

"MC? What are you doing up at this time of night, aren't you going to school tomorrow?

-Normally if…," you mumbled, turning your head slowly towards him.

-And why are you doing your homework at this hour?"

You looked at him silently for several seconds before sighing in the same dramatic tone Raphaël might have used.

"I'm desperate, I'll never make it. It's not a failure, it's a catastrophe. I don't have a choice now, I can't give this back tomorrow, so all I have to do is drown in the swamp or change my name and leave the country.

-For God's sake, don't talk like that, you sound like Raphaël. What can't you do in this homework? It can't be that bad.

-Everything Vava. All of it. I can't do it so well that I'm questioning my own first name. It turns out that my name isn't MC and I've been wrong all along, and maybe the rain isn't rain and the wind isn't wind… I'm not even sure that 2 and 2 make 4 any more… "

Vladimir rolled his eyes when he heard you speak before pulling up a chair to sit next to you.

"Come on, don't talk nonsense and show me that instead."

You handed him the sheet before letting your head fall dramatically back onto the table. Vladimir merely sighed before beginning to read out the instructions. There was a long moment of silence before he spoke.

"That's not this year's program.

-That's what the teacher gave us," you defend yourself immediately, "I'd like to spend my afternoons doing something other than staring at a maths paper. And… how do you know it's not on the syllabus?

-I've read the syllabus.

-Nobody reads the syllabus Vava...

-I just told you I did."

You looked at him again, one eyebrow raised in doubt, before shrugging. Yes, coming from Vladimir it was actually quite logical, of course he would read this year's syllabus.

"But… if it's not on this year's syllabus, I'll never make it! You're not going to leave me with this, are you? You've got to help me, Vava.

-I wouldn't have a problem with that…" replied the vampire.

A big smile appears on your face as you cling to his arm.

"Please help me! I'll never ask you for anything again. I'll be the quietest person in this mansion. I want to go to sleep so badly, I don't want to do maths ever again. Help me, Vava!

-I'll help you, it's OK, don't shout in my ears."

You let out a cry of joy and Vladimir winced in pain, yet he made no comment and simply started doing the calculations. He was fast, very fast, and in just a few minutes your maths exercise was finished and all you had to do was copy it onto a clean sheet of paper.

Béliath :

It was her sister who taught Beliath everything. There isn't really a school in the world of succubi, well… there is one, but only for succubi, incubi and half-demons don't have access to it. So Beliath was quite enthusiastic about the idea of enrolling you in a school. He's always the first to want gossip about your classmates and the only one who really cares.

He never helps you with your homework. It's not that he's not interested, but his level in many subjects is not excellent. For example, he has no knowledge of biology, physics or chemistry, and the only knowledge he has of history is that of the periods in which he lived, and even then he confuses a lot of things.

Tonight, you had gone to bed feeling light-headed and in good spirits at the thought of being able to enjoy your bed, its wonderful blankets and comfortable pillows. Until your conscience jolted you awake, and you scrambled for your school bag full of dread before realising that you hadn't done a maths exercise. It's not that you're not good at maths, or anything, but it's three o'clock in the morning, your mind is foggy with fatigue and you feel like you can't think straight. You look at the paper in despair, you'll never get it right, the instructions seem to be written in another language.

"MC! What are you doing up? It's three in the morning!"

You jumped and almost dropped the mobile phone you were using for light before turning to Beliath.

"You could knock before coming in!

-At three in the morning? When you're supposed to be asleep?

-Yes. And how did you know I wasn't asleep anyway?

-I saw the light under your door. I got worried.

-If someone wanted to murder me they wouldn't take the time to switch the light on first… or they'd be bloody stupid.

-I worried that you weren't feeling well, that you were ill.

-Mm. Yeah, that makes sense.

-So, what are you doing?"

You shook the sheet of paper in reply and Beliath closed the door to crouch on the floor beside you.

"What's this?" the incubus asked before turning the sheet of paper over and over, as if a secret might be lurking inside.

"My maths homework…

-And... why are you doing this homework so late?

-I forgot it! It happens to everyone! I had lots of important stuff to do and lots of other homework too. We're sweltering under homework at the moment, the teachers are trying to make us all burn out. I do so much homework that I even dream about it at night.

-You're exaggerating a bit...

-Please, Bel, help me!

-No. That's your problem. I've already got mine.

-Please, Vava will kill me! I'll be buried under her cyclamen before I can say "phew". I've already completely forgotten about last week's homework. You can't leave me like this."

Beliath sighed, but he sat down next to you again. They were hieroglyphics to him, literally, why were there letters in the middle of numbers and figures?

"Yes…. No… but. Have you seen my math level? Go and ask Vladimir.

-So you really want me dead, do you?" you ask, looking into his eyes with a serious expression.

Beliath looked at you for several seconds before rolling his eyes, no doubt you spent a lot of time with Raphaël to manage to be as dramatic as he was.

"Rah, it's OK. I'll help you… but don't expect it to be a success…"

You would have howled with joy, if you hadn't been afraid of alerting Vladimir. Beliath took your paper before starting work. He was rather slow, but little by little you managed to find the solution, even if it took you a long hour and by the end you felt as if you were constantly on the verge of falling asleep.

Ivan :

Ivan is one of the few members of the manor who actually went to public school. It's not an activity he enjoyed very much and often he would have preferred to be elsewhere. So he doesn't hesitate to cover for you when he knows you've skipped lessons. After all, he always feels sorry for you when you tell him that you still have a lesson with Mrs Delanay.

He sometimes helps you with your homework, quite often in fact. He wasn't particularly attentive in class and rarely did his homework, but that doesn't mean he didn't understand what was going on. He always got better marks in the arts, but art and music were fascinating courses, much more so than physics or chemistry…

You glanced angrily at the sheet of paper in front of you, and if it had been able to see your gaze, no doubt it would have run away to avoid your wrath… unfortunately, it was a sheet of paper, a sheet of paper with an art exercise on it. It wasn't that you weren't gifted in the subject, it was just that you had no inspiration for the subject "something scary" as your teacher had said, but well, you live with six vampires who organise blood-drinking parties in your own home, so your idea of what's scary isn't really the same as your classmates', so you're in danger of going off topic…

A desperate sigh escapes your lips as you let your head fall back against the table.

"Aren't you feeling well MC?"

You flinch as you hear Ivan's voice behind you, the vampire standing in the doorway to the living room, you shrug defeatedly.

"I've got writer's block... but for the painter... I'll never finish this project...

-Don't say that," Ivan consoles you, coming to sit next to me. What do you have to do? I was pretty good at drawing when I was at school, and Pierrick's a good teach.

You handed him the sheet of paper with the instructions on it with a sad look on your face and Ivan read it. Finally, he scratched his head before putting the sheet down again.

"Yeah, I can see the problem… your notion of scary is probably not the same as everyone else's.

-Right! What do I do now?

-We could ask Aaron…

-I have to do a drawing, an art painting, not give nightmares to the teacher and the rest of the class!

-That's true…" mumbled Ivan.

-I'm stuck… I've been at it for hours… I can't come up with any ideas, I'm struggling and yet I'm trying… What's more, thinking about it all the time makes my brain feel like it's slowing down."

Ivan nodded. He understood the problem pretty well. You were both silent for several seconds before he exclaimed.

"Oh, oh, I've got an idea!. Do the Twisted Man from Conjuring.

-The twisted man… Ivan, that's not scary…, you protest. Stopping Beliath's mother from killing us all, that was scary!

-Yes, it's not scary for you, but it could be for others. You could take inspiration from the Slenderman.

-Is the Slenderman scary?" you ask, full of doubt.

-He was very popular when I was at school, everyone told stories about him.

You sigh, it might be a good idea, if you change it enough.

-Anyway, it's not like I've got any other ideas. Let's just try this…"

You looked up reference images on your mobile phone with Ivan's help, and the vampire even went to the library for a moment to look for art books that might help you find inspiration. You stopped for a moment to look at a series of engravings depicting Dances Macabre from medieval times. Ivan made a few sketches with you to try and give you some ideas. At the end of the day, you finally had a drawing that you thought was good enough to give to your teacher.

Ivan :

Aaron never set foot in a school; his mother taught him everything. It was nice of course, but he didn't learn to read and write very well because of it and if his mother hadn't had to do the accounts for her dressmaking job, he probably wouldn't have learned to do maths. The idea of you going to a school was therefore very appealing to him. Like Vladimir, however, he was worried about your safety at school and insisted on visiting it himself. Did he frighten your teachers and classmates? Yes, a bit, but at least nobody bothers you.

He doesn't often help you with your homework. It's not that he doesn't want to, it's just that apart from a few history subjects, poetry and fauna and flora, he knows he doesn't have the necessary knowledge to be useful to you.

This evening you were working on a presentation given by your history teacher. "The Hundred Years' War". You were looking at the paper in front of you with some frustration. You still had a little time to finish the paper, but you wanted to get it perfect. It would, after all, be the last straw to live with vampires and fail your history presentation. You crossed your arms and groaned at your poster. This was the fourth time you'd done it and you still didn't like it. How could you talk about this war in just 10 minutes?

You sighed again, before pulling out a new poster to start all over again.

"MC? You seem annoyed tonight, is something wrong?"

You gasped as you heard Aaron's voice behind you, narrowly missing dropping your pen.

"Aaron! Don't come in like that! You'll give me a heart attack.

-Sorry," laughed the wolf, before walking over and looking at what you're working on. The Hundred Years' War… I fought in that…

-I know, you've already told me…, you turned slowly to your work before sighing again. I can't do it Aaron… I've been doing it over and over again for hours and it never satisfies me.

-You're too hard on yourself. Do you want me to help you?

-You'd help me," you exclaim, turning to Aaron.

-Of course, since I'm offering. Tell me exactly what you have to do."

Your eyes lit up at the news, Aaron is concise and to the point. You don't think you could find anyone better suited than him to help you sum up the Hundred Years' War in ten minutes or so. You explain your subject quickly and the wolf nods.

"Yes, I can see the problem, it's not easy to summarise such a war in such a short time. We'll see what we can do, don't worry. I'd start by giving a brief summary of the context, the main belligerents, then the stakes, maybe a brief aside on one of the battles, if you have time, and finally the consequences of the war.

-That would be about two minutes per subject…

-You don't have to talk about a battle if you think it's too short. The most important thing is the context, what's at stake and the consequences. For the belligerents, you can assume that the rest of your class already knows them."

You nodded before starting to look for an outline for your presentation. Aaron's advice was useful; even though he often underestimates his ability to speak eloquently, the turns of phrase he suggests have the advantage of being both beautiful and precise. Little by little, your presentation is refined, and after two hours of work it's almost entirely finished, and Aaron also seems satisfied. Once you've finished, you practise your presentation and you're right on time.

Raphaël :

He had teachers hired by his parents and learned to paint with his father. He wasn't really an attentive student, at least not when it came to anything that didn't have to do with art. He skipped a lot of lessons to go out and play with his friends and more than once fell asleep during lessons. Like Vladimir, he would have preferred you to have lessons at home, where at least he's sure you're safe. Unlike Vladimir, he totally covers for you if you skip lessons, listen, he used to do the same thing, he's not going to criticise.

Sometimes he helps you with your homework. As long as it's not maths, physics or biology. He's very knowledgeable on most subjects, but he often talks too much. You can't ask him a question without him launching into long explanations that don't really relate to your question in the end.

Tonight, you were revising one last time for your music lesson the next day, or rather for your music exam. You knew the piece by heart, you'd played it many times without the slightest mistake, but last night you couldn't do it any more. You cursed the piano with an angry growl. Why was it so difficult? It was supposed to be simple, but your fingers were getting all tangled up and making a mess of the keys.

Not wanting to admit defeat, you tried again, your fingers glided over the piano keys with a certain degree of habit, but they slipped on the last few notes, and you let out a raging howl as you barely restrained yourself from hitting the poor piano.

"MC, MC, calm down. You're too stressed to play tonight…"

You turned towards Raphaël, who had just entered the large living room.

"My exam is tomorrow, I can't stop until it's perfect," you reply immediately. "I can't present something that's only passable.

-It won't be "just passable", you're playing very well MC. But you've been playing for hours, and anyone in your place would be exhausted. I'm sure that if you take a break to relax a bit and enjoy yourself, you'll be able to do it again.

-But I can't relax at the moment," you protest. I could do it perfectly yesterday!"

At the end of your sentence, you let your head fall back to stare at the ceiling. Raphaël moves a little closer to you as he continues to speak.

"I know how frustrating it can be when you don't get to play what you want to play and I can assure you that a bit of rest can work wonders. I'll make you some hot chocolate if you like and you can tell me what fun you've had this week. When you try again later I'm sure you'll be able to do it.

-I don't have much interesting to say," you mumble wearily.

-I'm sure you're right, there's always something funny going on at your school," Raphaël smiles at you before putting a hand on your shoulder. Didn't you do a play not long ago?

-Oh no, please don't talk about this any more!" you mumble, thinking with your hands on your face.

Raphaël laughs before answering, "I'm going to the kitchen to make some hot chocolate and get some cakes, so why don't you sit down at the table and wait for me.

Raphaël left and after a sigh you decided to get up and go and sit at the table in the living room. He brought you a cup of hot chocolate while you continued to stare at the piano, as well as the little biscuits he had promised you, which were indeed your favourites. You ate them, mumbling mainly about your music lessons, before slowly changing the subject as the discussion progressed. Raphaël asked you questions about what you were doing at school and about your friends. You relaxed little by little until you were smiling again.

When you sat down again to play the piano later that evening, you managed the piece without making a single mistake.

Ethan :

Along with Ivan, Ethan is the only one who went to a state school. He was a very good pupil, without really needing to work. He always had an ability to understand things easily and he took advantage of that a lot, mainly by being inattentive in class and acting like a clown in the classroom. He thought the idea of sending you to high school was a good one, after all, you'd be bored to death if all you had for company were a bunch of boring old vampires. Like Aaron, he's only worried about the problems you might encounter, as long as none of your classmates are bothering you he's not worried.

He doesn't help you with your homework in general, unless you're having trouble with a physics, chemistry or biology assignment, but he does this by complaining (in fact, he's happy to help you, but he still hates the idea of having to do homework, even when it's not his own).

This evening, you were trying to finish a chemistry assignment… trying, because you'd been at it all morning and you'd finally got to the last exercise. You'd almost finished, which was the most important thing, but your eyes were falling out from exhaustion and you couldn't understand anything about the last exercise. It wasn't for want of trying to understand, though. You read and reread and reread the instructions, but nothing made sense any more. It was as if the instructions for the exercise had suddenly been written in a language you didn't understand.

You sighed before letting your head fall back into your arms, the thought of working even just five minutes longer made you want to cry. Why had the teacher given you such a long and complicated exercise! None of the other teachers did that, she was always the only one to make you crumble over exercises, each more complicated than the last. A third sigh escaped your lips. You still had that damned exercise to do.

"You look desperate tonight, is something wrong?"

You gasped before turning to Ethan. He was standing in the doorway looking at you. You couldn't help but sigh again before pointing to all the papers scattered on the table around you.

"I've still got a chemistry exercise to do… and I can't take it any more…

-I can see that," Ethan replies before coming closer. "Come on, show me this exercise. You're going to make a hurricane sighing like that."

You handed him the sheet, too happy to get help to think of protesting. Ethan read the instructions before frowning.

"That's a lot of work for one person," Ethan points out.

-It's because of the teacher," you answer. It's always like that with her… She gives us more homework than all the other teachers in the school put together.

-Can't you tell her that she's giving you too much work?

-If it was as simple as that I wouldn't do it…" you sigh again before slumping back in the chair. I'm fed up… I'm so tired I want to cry… plus I don't understand anything she's asking. I'm going to go crazy if this keeps up…"

Ethan looks at you as you stare exhaustedly at your work on the table. Normally he'd run away, but you look so tired he can't bring himself to do it.

"MC? How long have you been working on all this?" asks the vampire, gesturing towards your homework.

-Since this morning… "

Ethan sighs before sitting down next to you.

"Come on, give it up. I'll do the last exercise for you."

You sit up suddenly, surprised by the announcement, and exclaim.

"What?! What? Really?

-Yes, I really do. I'm not saying this as a joke and I'm only doing it because you look exhausted.

-Thank you Ethan," you sigh in relief before letting your head fall back into your arms. I could never have finished it without you."

The vampire rolls his eyes but starts to do the exercise, while you, without even realising it, have fallen asleep slumped on the table.

Neil :

Neil has always enjoyed learning things. If he'd been liked by his father, he'd probably have had much better teachers, but he had to learn a lot on his own. He wasn't really keen on the idea of you going to a school… do you really want to be around stupid, useless humans on a regular basis? He could have paid teachers to give you lessons at home… But he gave in to your demands. But you can't go to just any school! You have to go to the best private school in the area. After all, you can't just go to anyone.

He'll help you with your homework as soon as you ask, listen, he wants you to become as good as he is and it won't work if he refuses to help you or explain what he knows. What's more, he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy teaching - it's really something he enjoys.

This evening you had an essay to do on the subject of 'Thaumaturgic kings', which was no easy task for you or your classmates. You'd been staring at the paper for half an hour without coming up with a plan for your dissertation. A quick search on the internet brought you across some university articles that were far too complicated for your level of understanding. You were at lycée, not university, and understanding all the nuances of these articles was just giving you a headache.

To top it all off, the teacher gave you some sources… in old French… so largely incomprehensible, just trying to decipher the writing made you feel like you were in an Indiana Jones film. You sighed in despair, you were never going to make it, that was a certainty and you couldn't afford to fail, it was out of the question.

"MC? You look sad tonight, is something wrong?"

You turned back to Neil, who was reading on the sofa, and sighed.

"I have to do an essay, but I can't understand the subject… let alone the sources… Why did people write so badly?

-Show me what your problem is. I might be able to help."

You handed Neil the exercise sheet as he came to join you at the table, and he sat down next to you to read it carefully.

"I see… "Thaumaturgic kings" refers to the healing powers granted to the king after his coronation. It's probably a rather complicated subject for someone your age…

-I don't know what to do, the teacher told us to do something simple, but I'm already struggling to understand what's going on and the sources are illegible!"

Neil bent down to pick up the sources you were pointing out before smiling.

"It's true that I've seen better writing… and there are a lot of abbreviations… didn't your teacher transcribe it for you in a more legible way?

-No. He left us with this!

-All right, then. I'll help you then. I'll start by reading the source for you, I think that'll be easier."

You nodded before bending over the text to try to follow. It was complicated, to say the least, and you interrupted Neil several times to try and understand certain abbreviations. Neil explained them to you patiently and little by little you even managed to decipher certain words.

"Wait, wait," you interrupted suddenly. Did you say Jean?

-Yes.

-But wait, Jean, it wasn't written like that before.

-Yes, it was. That's the problem with this kind of text - the spelling wasn't fixed.

-Not fixed, not fixed, there are limits after all, he could have decided on a way of writing it and stuck to it.

Neil laughs at your confusion before showing you another spelling a little further down the text.

"It's written in a different way here".

You sigh, a little disappointed by such unstable spelling, before continuing to listen to Neil.

You work on your essay together for a while longer, gradually understanding the subject better and better, and coming up with a plan for your essay no longer seems insurmountable. You quickly finish the work before going out for a walk in town with Neil.

Léandra :

She went to a sort of school for succubi when she was a child. It wasn't her favourite thing to do and most of the time she just skipped classes. Most things she learned from her mother or other older succubi. She was a bit put off by your idea of wanting to go to a school because… well it's not the most fun place in the world, but she gave in after all, if that's all it takes to please you.

She doesn't often help you with your homework. More often than not, she doesn't really understand it. Her knowledge of many human subjects is rather vague and she doesn't see the point in going into it any further. Occasionally, when she's in a good mood or the subject interests her, she'll come to you and try to help, although this is quite rare, but her help is always appreciated.

This evening you were working on an exercise that your art teacher had given you. You had to work on a painting about Julius Caesar, more precisely the painting : The Assassination of Julius Caesar by Karl Theodor Von Piloty. The painting was rather interesting, but you didn't really know how to talk about it. No matter how hard you looked for information about the painter, you couldn't find any. You sighed as you continued your search.

"Who's that guy?"

You jumped as Léandra appeared behind you, pointing at César on the painting.

An emperor," you reply.

-And… it's normal for him to be assassinated?

-Well, given that is Caesar… yes."

Léandra remains silent for a moment, shaking her head, seemingly deep in thought, then continues.

"It was the Roman emperor who had sex with Cleopatra? Was it?

-Yes, that's it," you answer.

The discussion ends and You continue to look through the books while Léandra stands around you without moving, finally you turning round once more to ask her.

"Do you want anything?

-What should you do with this painting?

-A presentation.

-Sounds boring… can't your teacher teach you to paint instead? That would probably be more fun.

-No… Are you going to stand over my shoulder for much longer? If you've got nothing better to do, you can help me, you know?"

You had proposed the idea without the slightest hope that Léandra would accept, and yet to your astonishment, she sat down at the table next to you before looking at you.

"What do you want me to do?

-Um… I need to gather some information about the painting and the painter to do my presentation… but it's a bit complicated, I can't find much…

-Okay, I'll help you. "

You continued to stare at Leandra as she suddenly started rummaging through the books for you. It was rather unusual, to be honest, and it took you several seconds to manage to concentrate again on the book you were reading before she interrupted you.

In the end, with Léandra's help you found a lot more information than if you'd searched on your own. It didn't take you long to write your talk and set up the power point for the presentation. And once you'd finished everything, Léandra invited you to go out with her into town so that you could finally have some fun.

Farah :

Farah learnt everything she needed to know from her older brother after they left the family. She learned to read and write from him, and he taught her all about flora and fauna and how to look after herself. So when you told her you wanted to go to a high school, she was all for it. But it was a bit complicated, the pack travels a lot and you couldn't travel with them while studying. So she rented you a small flat near the school and visits you every weekend to see how you're doing.

She will help you with your homework whenever she can, but can only do so at weekends. Farah is always happy to do this for you. She is, of course, much better at helping you with subjects such as flora and fauna or history. However, if she doesn't master something in particular, she can always find a member of the pack to help you.

This evening, you sat in your living room with your homework, waiting for Farah to arrive. You were working on an exercise about the beginnings of human agriculture. It wasn't as easy as you had initially hoped, and little by little your mind was getting muddled. You jumped when you heard the front door open and rushed to meet Farah, who was calling you.

"Farah!" you exclaimed with palpable joy. "I thought you'd get here later!

-We walked faster than I expected," smiled the werewolf. How was your week? Have you got a lot of homework today? I thought I'd take you shopping with the pack when you'd finished."

-I've been working for hours on an exercise on the beginnings of human agriculture.

-I see. Do you need any help?

You quickly looked over all the work you still had to do. Of course, you were capable of doing it on your own, but it had been so long since you'd spent time with the pack and Farah that the idea of spending the day on homework instead of having fun depressed you. You nodded.

"Yes, please!"

-All right, I'll help you then. The sooner it's done, the sooner we can go and enjoy ourselves."

Farah followed you into the living room, smiling, and you sat down around the table. As you worked, you told her what you had done during the week.

"Are you having a good time at high school at the moment?

-Yes, we are. We're preparing a play! We haven't decided which one we're going to do yet, but we can choose between : Sleeping Beauty, Little Red Riding Hood and Alice in Wonderland.

-Well, that sounds like fun, I hope you'll let me know when we can come and see it with the pack.

-Oh no, Farah, I'm going to get noticed if you all come."

The she-wolf laughed in amusement at your reaction, before resuming a few seconds later.

-You can ask Willie if you're nervous. He used to perform on stage when he was still human, so he knows how to deal with that sort of thing."

You nodded as you continued your homework, and with Farah's help it only took you an hour to finish it all. You left shortly afterwards to join the pack and go shopping together.

#moonlight lovers #moonlight lovers vladimir #moonlight lovers béliath #moonlight lovers ivan #moonlight lovers aaron #moonlight lovers raphael #moonlight lovers ethan #moonlight lovers neil #moonlight lovers leandra #moonlight lovers farah

[stellar-constellations]

"An angel!"

        

        Fem! Writer! (Y/N) x Lovesick! Kazuichi

        (Y/N) is the ultimate writer!

        Modern AU? No killing game!

        (Y/N) is from a different country!

        I am not a car expert so do not trust everything written in this story!

        The eerie silence that filled the room didn’t help ease my nerves at all. The classroom was loud and buzzing before the cinnamon-haired teacher stepped into the room and announced that there was going to be a new student. Then it all fell way too silent for my liking.

        The teacher popped her head out into the hallway and spoke, “come on in.”

        I swallowed up my nerves and slowly walked into the classroom. I couldn’t help but think back to the latest years that's lead me here: Sixth grade was a blur, seventh grade was about moving and worrying about the future, and eighth grade was worrying about change and how successful I’d be in life. Then the previous grades from 9-11th felt like a fever dream, like they weren’t real. I felt unseen, unheard, invisible. Despite always being surrounded by people always talking to me in those years, it still felt unreal  

        But that’s the past. Grade twelve can’t be all that bad after all, I’m an Ultimate. I should fit in with these people; I belong here. I thought. I had to transfer high schools to come here to the top school in Japan—Hope's Peak Academy. I already said bye to my friends, and I'm in close touch with them all since I have their numbers and I don't plan on easily disappearing.

        I stepped in and gave a quick scan of the room, seeing vibrant hues of white, yellow, brown, even pink and green.         

        Is that normal for a high school class? Oh, it could be hair dye? Hope's Peak must be laid-back on the dress code, I guess individual creativity is important here...

        “Everyone, meet (Y/N) (L/N). She’s the Ultimate Writer. Really interesting if I do say so myself, I mean, a foreign author living here in Japan and being able to interpret individual lifestyles so perfectly crafted all together and—ah, I'm fangirling huh?” the teacher gushed, placing her hands to her cheeks and swaying side to side.

        I felt heat set into my face as I averted my gaze to the ground. In a way, I was ashamed and embarrassed of my writing. I never thought I deserved the medals or certificates for my books—I wasn’t that good. But I must be good in others eyes if I was awarded the title "Super High School Level Ultimate Writer.”

        I heard a gasp and I felt panic set into me.

        Are they judging me? Am I not good enough? Am I gonna have to hide away this year? Oh god. All the possibilities that swarmed my head starting making me feel nauseous. Despite all the creative scenarios filling my head I didn’t except the response I was dreading of.

        “An angel!"

        ...What?

        Confusion and shock set into me before I processed the words. When I did process the words, I felt my face exploded into fire. Everyone shared a moment of silence, thinking of what to say before the silence was interrupted by…a child?

        “Huh? I was expecting something awesome like an Ultimate Fortune Teller or an Ultimate Superhero! Not this…this…” the girl stringed out words before trying to think of what to say. “STUPID DUMMY!” she shouted.

        “T-that’s all you had?” I stuttered, slightly impressed by the level of immaturity and confidence destroyed in just three words.

        Talk about anticlimactic… Out of all the insults in the book, she chose that?

        “W-what? Have a problem with it, dummy?” She blurted out.

        I couldn’t help but think who this girl was. I don’t remember seeing this girl on the Ultimates website.

        “...Who even are you?” I spoke in a monochrome voice.

        Another silence fell in the room before snickering could be heard.

        “Well, this is something.” A boy with a baby-face spoke.

        I looked at his face and remembered who it was, the Ultimate Yakuza! Kuzuryu Fuhiyko. He’s a dangerous man that’s the boss of his family’s mafia group. The Kuzuryu yakuza is not a group of people you should mess with, especially with the boss whose right in front of me! 

        “Shut up, baby face! I was just so shocked at how lame this girl was!” the child shouted.

        “I-If I may speak, I don’t think she’s bad...” A girl with long purple hair and chopped bangs budded in. "I mean, she's not... what's the word... rowdy? O-or troublesome, I suppose...? B-but what do I know? I-I'm just a big, stupid, idiot and I'm sorry!" 

        That’s Mikan, the Ultimate Nurse.

        "At least you know your place." The child huffed.

        With how she's talking about herself, I think she needs to see the Ultimate Therapist. Do we have one here? I thought to myself, mentally deadpanning as I kept a straight face.

        “An angel! You’re even more beautiful than Sonia!” the boy from earlier spoke up again.

        He has pink hair and a black beanie, pink eyes and sharp teeth. He walked closer to me with literal hearts in his eyes as he clasped his hands together. I couldn’t help but feel flustered and bashful at how much of an effect I have on him.

        “He didn’t say Ms. Sonia! Holy crap, he’s got it bad!” Fuhiyoko exclaimed.

        “…I don’t see much.” A sleepy girl said.

        That’s Chiaki, the Ultimate Gamer. She looks so tired and out of it, I couldn’t help but think of how that would look like me if I wasn’t so worried about school. Last night I didn’t get any sleep at all because I was worrying about school.

        “Guhguhguhguh-” The pink haired boy broke down, fizzing at the mouth before looking at Chiaki and pointing a finger at me. “This is (Y/N) (L/N)! She’s the Ultimate Writer! An amazing imagination! Decided to her work! Despite having many books being written, each work of hers is so mind-blowing and uniquely paced with meaning and foreshadowing in every word, no, space!" he shouted. "She published her first novel at just 12 years old, with it being a huge hit with movie adaptions and even more movies!” Pinkie shouted at Hiyoko.

        Kazuichi Souda, that was his name. He’s the Ultimate Mechanic, something I find fascinating. I’m a fan of cars, though I don't know too much, it's interesting to learn about. I learned a little, but being in front of a pro such as him, I could learn so much more! I felt honored and giddy to have him defending me like this.

        “I’m a huge fan of your books! Especially the one with the robots and cars!” he commented, gushing with red dusted on his face.

        H-he read that book?! That wasn't even a book! It was a tiny snippet in one of my short story books! That thing was 400 words maximum! How could he like that one out of all my works? I guess they weren't lying about how he's a huge car-geek! I thought to myself, but smiled politely.

        “You’re amazing, and you’re even prettier in person than on the TV! You’re so creative and intelligent and grounded and—“ he would've said more but he was cut off by a brunette male.

        “Okay, Kazuichi, I think we all understand. (Y/N) truly is remarkable, but class was supposed to start ten minutes ago.” A plain brunette said, Hajime Hinata.

        His Ultimate is unknown on the website but it’s fascinating to see such a plain and boring person in such an amazing school such as this. I even heard a rumor online that he's a Reserve Course Student, buying his way into the class.

        ”Thank you, Hajime. Now, let’s start today's lesson.” The teacher smiled.

        .

        .

        Time skip a few months later.

        “Damn it!” I exclaimed as my car started to slow down on the highway.

        I turned the wheel towards the right side of the highway and got off the road so I can get out of the traffic. I turned off my keys and stepped out of the vehicle, walking around the car to see if I had a flat tire; I doubted it but I wanted to double-checked. After finding nothing, I walked to the front of the car and popped open it’s hood. I was hit with a wave of grey smoke and I groaned in annoyance.

        Did my engine fail on me? Did a overdue spark-plug bust? Did pack-rats bite the wires? Did the battery die? Was I due for an oil change?

        I walked over and opened my door, hopping into the driver’s seat as I tried to start the engine.

        It won’t budge. So the engine did fail on me... the question is why? 

        I sighed as I pulled out my phone and dialed a car-pro. The phone picked up immediately. I didn’t even have to hear it ring twice.

        “Ms. (Y/N)! What a surprise to have you calling me!” 

        I playfully rolled my eyes, not like he could see before I spoke, “I told you to just call me (Y/N). But hey, Soda. I’m sorry to call you for this, but you’re the only one I can rely on.”  

        I could just see the shiny eyes and smile being blessed upon me as he heard those words.

        “ME?! ONLY ME?! YES, YES WHAT IS IT?!” he shouted excitedly, so excited I started feeling bad for asking him to do this for me.

        “I broke down on the side of the highway, the one near Kanji? Few miles down from that one gas station? I need your help. I think it’s something with the engine? If you can just bring me your car and jump-start I can jump-start the car at least until I get to an auto-shop or something. My car won't stop after it started to slow down on the highway.” I nervously chuckled, “Sorry. Not exactly the date you were expecting?” I then sighed. “Sorry for being such a pain in the ass.”

        ”Oh no! You’re not a pain at all. I’ll gladly do anything for you.” He chirped.        

        I know, that’s half of the reason why I called you. It'd also be nice to see him outside of school too.

        “Thank you, Soda. I’ll send you my location.” I hung up and sent him my location by text.

        I didn't even have to wait ten minutes in the car as he already sped down here.

        “Try-hard much?” I teased as I leaned on my car. 

        He flashed me a nervous smile, broadcasting his sharp, sharp teeth that I’ve grown to love. Just how fascinating is his genetics? Pink hair, pink eyes, and shark teeth? Those are such strong genetics. I was surprised that a human could naturally be birthed with those types of traits (the reader is unaware of why he actually looks like that, but we'll keep it a secret).

        “I didn’t want you waiting long.” He commented bashfully.

        “Well. I sure didn’t wait long at all. Thanks.” His eyes lit up as his face went red. “Pssh! You don’t gotta thank me… please thank me again.” He whispered the last part to himself. I smiled and decided I’d entertain him, after all, he did come out here for me.

        ”Thank you, Kazuichi.” I chirped.

        “AH HA HA! YOU SAID MY NAME! MY FIRST NAME!” he squealed out like a school girl.

        It was like the first time I gave him the nickname “Soda” since his last name was “Souda” and pronounced just like the word “soda”. I giggled as he took deep breaths and calmed, he stopped yelling but the blush on his face was still evident. 

        “Okay! Okay!” he said talking to himself, as if he was giving himself a pep-talk. “Can you show me your engine?” he requested.

        It wasn't like he couldn't just walk over and look at the engine since I popped the hood, but I decided to show him the way just in case.

        Kazuichi leaned over and stared at the engine, fumbling around with it. I felt nervous that he would get hurt before realizing he’s the car-expert and he knows more than me.

        ”Yep, definitely something wrong with the engine. I would tow it but I didn't bring my tow truck. You know how to jump-start a car?” Kazuichi questioned.

        I shot him a playfully glare before responding. “Of course I do! What do you take me for?” I asked.

        It's something every car owner should at least know for their own safety.

        “W-wait no! I didn’t mean to offend you! I was just curious and—“ I cut him off by placing my finger on his mouth, effectively hushing him up as his face exploded red.

        “I was kidding, Kazy. Now hand me those spark-plugs you got.” I smiled.

        He nodded quickly and ran to his car, almost throwing the sparks at me in a hurry to run off and scream. I smiled as I walked over to his car and popped open his hood. 

        I took the red spark plugs and hooked one red clamp to the positive terminal before walking over to my car's engine and doing the same thing. I walked back over to Kazuichi’s car and clamped the black clamp on the negative terminal. I then walked to my car (overhearing Kazuichi mumbling to himself about me being smart and how good I’m doing, which gave me a massive ego boost) and I clamped the black clamp to the frame of my car, not the other negative terminal, since it could potentially cause a spark.

        “Kazuichi, can you give me your keys?” I asked to which he quickly responded and ran over to me.

        “Here, angel!” he gushed.

        I smiled and grabbed his keys, opening his car door and plugging in the car keys into the engine. I started his car and waited for my car to charge up. Kazuichi leaned on the cars door, staring down at me. It was like where the love interest places there hand over the protagonist in the high school movies, caging them in. I felt my heart race as my face started to flush red and I adverted my gaze.

        “Now look whose getting flustered.” He teased

        Not my fault when you show up in your mechanic pants and white tank top, then start flexing your muscles at me. I thought.

        “I’ll admit, the views nice.” I teased back.

        Kazuichi smiled like a love-sick idiot and I felt my face heat up again.

        “Thank you Ms—“

        “Don’t finish that. Just call me, (Y/N), remember? You make me sound old.” I chuckled.

        “Would you prefer Mrs. Souda?” he exclaimed, a sparkling shine in his eyes.

        I rolled my eyes and smiled. It makes me sound even older, but I'll play along.

        “Doesn’t sound bad. Has a nice ring to it.” I smiled.

        His smile grew and before he could try and get down on one knee and propose, I gently pushed him away from the door so I could get out of the car.

        He looked at me confused as I shrugged it off and walked to my own vehicle. I started the engine and smiled once I heard the motor power on.

        “Great! It works! Thanks, Kazu!” I commented turning around at his dazed and bashful face.

        “I thought we were having a moment!” he whined.

        I rolled my eyes and smiled. His little tantrum quickly drying up as he inflated up again and spoke.

        “I can fix up your engine at my shop. It’s not far from here, that’s how I got here so fast.” He pointed out.

        I nodded and walked towards him.

        “A-and after, we can get food or something? But only if you wanna! Consent is important! My mother taught me that and—“

         I shut him up with a peck on the lips, quickly pulling back before he could even have the chance to kiss back.

        ”Sounds great. I’ll tail behind you. Lead the way, Kazu.” I teased with a wink as he erupted in a scream before quickly running to his car yelling out an “(Y/N) KISSED ME!” 

        I chuckled and hopped into my car.

        Soda’s such a cutie, but he's my cutie.

        Have any requests? Check my masterlist to see the characters I write for: Masterlist

#kazuichi souda #danganronpa kazuichi #sdr2 kazuichi #kazuichi soda x reader #danganronpa #danganropa 2 #x yn #x you #fem reader #stellar constellations #dr 2

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Could you write a Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates x f!student reader? Laurel starts working at Nevermore, while she starts planning her revenge on the outcasts Reader tries to make her feel welcome and Laurel is a bit surprised, they start spending time together and they bond, as time passes Laurel realizes that she cares about Reader and thinks that she might love her but pushes the thought aside because she can't love an outcast. More time passes and Laurel resurrects Crackstone, while he's destroying the school Reader attacks him but he defeats her, as he is about to k*ll her Laurel remembers all the times Reader has been nice to her and decides to protect her, they defeat Crackstone and it ends with Laurel and Reader kissing and running away so that Laurel doesn't go to jail

Thanks if you'll write it <3

Yesss!!! Here it is!!! I hope you like it, and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :))))

I don't care

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates x Fem, Student! Reader

Warnings: Bad decisions, unconditional love

Word count: 4,503

Summary: You love her, and you think she loves you… You don’t know how far you can go just for her…

 N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

You were sitting on a bench inside the school, as usual. Your Ipod played songs while you read the boring books that the literature teacher told you. You moved your head following the rhythm of the music. It was ideal for a rainy afternoon. You wanted to lose yourself in your thoughts. Your ice generating powers were dozing while your body enjoyed the relaxation that being like this provided you. You loved those quiet afternoons.

“You'll see how comfortable you'll be here, Marilyn. They don't look like it, but they're good, I promise.”

Principal Weems was walking with another woman, one you had never seen before. You normally didn't pay attention to strangers walking into Nevermore, but that innocent-looking redhead caught your eye from the first moment. She was carrying a suitcase and several potted plants in her arms.

“Thank you for this opportunity, Larissa,” the stranger said, nodding happily.

You watched the two women over the top of your book. You tried to go unnoticed, but Principal Weems knew all the students at Nevermore very well, and that included you.

“Oh, (Y/N), it's nice that you're here,” she told you, guiding the other woman towards you.

“Principal Weems,” you greeted politely.

“(Y/N), this is Marilyn Thornhill,” she said, pointing towards the redhead, who was staring at you. “She is your new botany teacher.”

Marilyn nodded in greeting and smiled, feeling unable to reach out to you.

“Oh, glad to meet you Miss Thornhill,” you said, getting up.

“She is (Y/N), one of our best students,” Larissa said, proud to boast of your good grades.

“I'm glad to meet you. I’m sorry I didn't shake your hand, I'm a bit... Loaded right now,” she said amused, moving things from one side to the other.

“Wait, let me help you,” you said, picking up one of the pots. She looked at you as if that gesture was something strange, but she nodded gratefully.

“Wow, thank you very much, you are very kind,” she said smiling.

There was a strange little moment of silence, as if time had stopped. Larissa cleared her throat to interrupt the curious tension that had built.

“Well, I'm afraid I have to go now. (Y/N), if you would be so kind as to accompany Ms. Thornhill…”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” you said, nodding profusely. You were always this nice to everyone, but somehow you felt the need to be even nicer with your new teacher.

Larissa turned and walked away from her, leaving them alone.

“Well…” Marilyn said, a little nervous.

“Well…” You repeated. Suddenly you felt that words were unable to come out of your mouth. “Do you want me to show you Nevermore?”

“I would love to, but first I would like to leave all this stuff in my room. It weighs a little,” she answered you, putting on her glasses with an almost angelic gesture.

“Of course, of course…”

The two of you walked silently through the school. Your presence did not go unnoticed by your classmates, who whispered as you passed near them. Your cheeks flushed red as you understood what the conversation would surely be.

The week before, Larissa informed you that a new teacher would be coming. It wouldn't be strange news if she hadn't commented on a small detail. That woman, Marilyn, was a normie. All the students seemed very surprised, even disgusted to hear it.

Normies and outcasts had always been in constant struggle. The ones hated the others. It wasn't surprising that the situation was somehow awkward, but it didn't affect you personally at all. You didn't believe in generalities. There was good and evil on both sides, the yin and yang.

“Sorry for asking…” You said, when you reached the door of what would be her room. She turned and dropped some things on the ground. “But what is someone like you doing in a place like this?”

She sighed, understanding the meaning of that question. You began to regret having asked it.

“I see that you already found out,” she told you, pretending that she hadn't minded the question. “Do you read minds or something?”

“What? No. Larissa told us that... Well, you aren’t... I mean, you're...”

“Normi,” she said, finishing the sentence for you. Her look didn't evoke rancor or anger, but there was something in her voice that told you that somehow it hurt her to admit it.

“Yeah, well… Larissa told us, just in case,” you said, wanting to run out of there. She nodded and smiled.

“I see…” She said in a breath, putting the key in the lock.

She tried to turn it several times, but without success.

“What's wrong with this damn door?” She protested, a little nervous. You immediately snapped out of your pensive and stunned state and approached her.

“The same thing always happens. The lock has a trick. Allow me, please,” you said kindly, taking the key with your hand. In doing so, you brushed your hand against hers and that gave you the willies. Your feelings were going much faster than your thoughts and you didn't like where they were going.

With your other hand you lifted the door a little, adjusting it so that the key turned smoothly, opening at last.

“Thank you, (Y/N),” she told you, picking up some things and entering the room. Are you going to stay there?

You shook your head and reached down to get the rest of her things, going inside as well.

“I'd swear it's smaller than mine,” you commented, placing a box on top of the dusty desk. Marilyn looked at you curiously as she looked at one of her plants.

“I think I'll have to talk seriously with Larissa,” she said, joking. You laughed

“Good luck with that. Lately she's too busy with her scams with Mayor Walker,” you said, sitting on the bed.

“Did you say Walker?” The redhead asked suddenly. You stirred, a little scared of her reaction.

“Yes... The mayor of Jericho, do you know him?” You wanted to know. She relaxed her face and shook her head.

“Oh, no. I thought he was other person,” she said. You didn't know why, but it seemed to you that she was lying. “And answering your previous question, the truth is, I don't know what I'm doing here.”

The days passed and you had your first classes with her. Everyone in Nevermore seemed not to be as satisfied with her presence as you are. You noticed how the other teachers ignored her. She was always alone. She ate alone, she dined alone. Marilyn spent most of her time alone in the conservatory. You couldn't help but feel bad for her. Normi or not, she was a kind woman, and a good teacher. Gradually that opinion ceased to be completely objective.

You were one of those fools who believed in love at first sight. Of course, she was everything you wanted, and the small inconvenience that it was clearly an impossible love didn't matter to you at all. You didn't want to keep seeing how she was rejected by the majority of people in Nevermore, and you took advantage of the little trust you had after your first meeting to spend some time with her.

“That's why they say I'm too cold, do you get it? Too cold,” you said, giving another one of your ridiculous bad joke shows.

“I think so, I get it,” Marilyn answered you, amused, while she watered some of her plants. “Aren’t you tired of spending time with me?”

The question caught you by surprise. Her tone was serious and somewhat melancholic. You frowned and shook your head.

“No,” you answered. “Why?”

“Well, I'm sure your friends are having fun out there.”

“Bah, they can have fun alone. They only need me when they run out of ice,” you widened your eyes at that statement. She was kind of like your friend, but she was still your teacher. “For the soft drinks…” You tried to fix it.

“Careful, (Y/N), don't make me have to call Weems,” she told you, like a false threat. “You have not answered my question.”

“What question? Oh yeah. Well I… I'm fine here,” you said, shrugging. “I'm hopelessly in love with you and I want to spend as much time as I can by your side” didn't seem like the best answer.

“You seem to be the only one, (Y/N),” she said grimly, as she set the watering can down.

“Crap. Weems appreciates you a lot,” you said, feeling a little pang of jealousy in your chest.

“She is my boss,” she answered coldly. “In any case, forget it, I don't want to go around being sorry.”

“I think you're cool, you know. And many of my classmates agree with me,” you said, blushing at that direct confession. It wasn't a declaration of love, but it was an honest opinion.

And so the months passed.

Your relationship grew, and you barely hung out with your friends from the Nightshades. You only had time for her, and she for you. The insipid and trivial talks you had in the conservatory turned into deep and philosophical conversations. Marilyn confessed to you how difficult it had been for her to fit in somewhere, that the world of the normies didn't want her, and neither did the world of the outcasts. You felt so identified. You had a lot of friends, yes, but you never felt strong enough to be completely honest with them. Only your roommate, Divina, knew about your preference for girls. Society still retained old prejudices.

“Hey, this is nightshade, right?” You said, looking at a plant you didn't think you'd seen before there. Marilyn walked up to you and nodded.

“You're good, (Y/N),” she whispered to you. You smiled, and your cheeks no longer returned to their normal color, they stayed a constant red.

“Wow, this could kill us all,” you commented, looking at the sinister plant.

“Precisely for this reason it is important that you know it, even if you don't need to,” she told you, winking at you and moving away a bit.

“Sure, academic interests,” you said, making a gesture of quotation marks with your fingers.

“I thought you would have a secret meeting tonight,” she told you in a slightly ironic tone. You turned around, surprised that she had any idea about your little student society.

“How do you know?” You asked. She just shrugged. You snorted at her mysterious and mocking attitude.

In that time some strange things had happened in Nevermore. A new student, Wednesday Addams joined the academy. A strange, quiet and sinister girl. Soon after, a rumor began to spread that a bear was on the loose. Divina told you that this bear was not a bear, but a monster. A student had apparently disappeared.

“Do you think we're in danger?” You asked, thinking how terrible it was to have a monster stalking the school grounds.

“Why do you say that?” Marilyn asked, leaning next to you and tilting her head.

“Well, the rumors about a monster... The thing about that boy... Rowan,” you said, finally showing some humility with her, some of the fear you really felt.

“(Y/N), you don't have to worry. Nothing is wrong. Also remember that Nevermore is well protected, you know, by people like you.”

While she was talking she did something you wished would last forever. Gently, she brushed her hand over your cheek. Silence fell suddenly, while her hand caressed you. You couldn't find words, or anything you could think of. Everything was calm, peaceful. You were confident, but she had never done anything like this.

“And… And don't forget the nightshade,” you said stupidly, interrupting the best moment of your life. She smiled, but she didn't take her hand away, she even seemed to get closer to you.

“Yeah, the nightshade too,” she whispered, too close.

It seemed like one of those moments when lovers kiss. You felt her breathing, your eyelids closed slowly, just like hers. You noticed her lips on yours, fleetingly, like a light touch, not like a kiss. Her breathing quickened but she didn't move. You didn't do anything, you just stood there still, finally wishing that that contact would intensify.

Marilyn sighed and moved away from you, pretending nothing had happened.

You were blocked. You opened your eyes to see that she was now turning her back on you, moving some things on her desk. You didn't know what to do, or what to say. You were afraid to hear words of regret.

“(Y/N), it's late, you better go back inside. Weems will get angry if she sees you around at this time,” she said with a very different tone than her voice used to have. It was a cold, distant tone. You nodded, knowing that she couldn't see you.

You left the place with your head down, feeling bewildered and disappointed. She was going to kiss you, you were sure. Not even the winter cold could take away the feeling of her lips touching yours. You looked back. Marilyn was with her head buried in her arms, apparently crying over something.

You were about to return, but something, or rather someone, interrupted your path.

“(Y/N)! May I know what you are doing wandering around the school at this time of the night?”

Principal Weems appeared, obviously upset. She was more concerned than annoyed, apparently.

“I… I was helping Miss Thornhill and I was leaving just right now,” you said, running your hands over your arms, beginning to feel the cold. Larissa seemed relieved to hear your excuse, and she put her arm around your shoulders.

“You scared me. I don't like you guys going out alone at night. You leave me calmer knowing that you were with Marilyn.”

The weeks passed and your relationship with the redhead cooled. You didn't talk about that night. She was obviously avoiding the subject. You didn't say anything either. Now it was clear to you that the chemistry was mutual. That was much worse. Knowing that she might have feelings for you but not want to show it was much harder than dreaming of the impossible.

After many terrifying events and companions being attacked by that mysterious monster, things didn't get any better. You were scared. You no longer went out at night to see Marilyn. She didn't seem to bother about that too much either, she barely talked to you.

That day they had expelled Wednesday from Nevermore. It seemed that she had tried to kill someone, or something.

You were lying on your bed, face up, daydreaming about that kiss that never happened, when your roommate suddenly walked into your room.

“(Y/N)! Wake up! You have to come, something has happened,” Divina said, shaking you roughly.

“My God, Div, what's wrong with you?” You said annoyed. Her face was truly terrified.

“It's Thornhill, she was behind all of this.”

Your eyes widened and you shook your head.

“Behind what? What are you talking about?” You asked, getting up immediately.

“The monster, the murders. Thornhill is the murderer. She wasn't even called that, she's Laurel Gates, remember the family that wanted to murder all the outcasts?”

You were hallucinating. You would never believe that was possible. You had a cold mind and you did remember the stories that spoke of the Gates family. You nodded, feeling your heart begin to pound.

“She is the little daughter. She wants to kill us all!”

“Have you gone crazy, Divina?” You asked annoyed in case it was some kind of practical joke. You thought so because the close relationship you had with Marilyn did not go unnoticed by your friends.

“There is no time! You have to come!” She said, grabbing your wrist.

Marilyn wasn't Marilyn, she was… Laurel Gates? A murderer? Impossible. It was simply impossible for you to believe. She would never hurt anyone. You replayed it in your head over and over again as you walked down the stairs. It wasn't possible, it had to be a joke, a misunderstanding.

It was obvious that something was happening in Nevermore. Students and teachers were running through the corridors, running from something.

-Come on, we have to get out of here.- Your friend told you when you arrived at the door. You looked at the sky. In what appeared to be the courtyard, a kind of sinister glow had arisen, as if something was on fire. You couldn't help it, you had to go see what was happening, you had to make sure that it was all a lie, that Marilyn was Marilyn, not a murderer, that she wasn't Laurel Gates. “(Y/N)!”

You ran against the current, without looking back. There was no one there when you got to the patio, just two figures that it took you a while to make out. Wednesday, she was recognizable. She seemed to be wrestling with some kind of pilgrim, a demon. You had spent enough time in Jericho to guess who it was, Joseph Crackstone. You didn't bother to wonder why he lived. The fight they were waging seemed to come to an end, and Wednesday seemed to lose.

The young woman fell to the ground and you ran to her aid, without thinking about the possible consequences.

“Wednesday!” You yelled, crouching down next to her. She seemed hurt. She looked at you strange and scared, a very rare feeling for her.

“On his heart… You have to stick it on his heart,” she told you, hissing in pain, bringing an old sword closer to you.

“What?”

“Great, more witches to burn in hell!” The pilgrim screeched behind you. You turned and brandished the sword at him. You don't know how, but you managed to dodge his blows. He carried some kind of staff that seemed much stronger than that cracked sword.

“Fuck, fuck...” You muttered, finding yourself unable to dodge his attacks any longer.

Finally, your sword collided with the staff, breaking as you feared, into a thousand pieces.

“You can't do anything, damn witch. I'll send you all to Satan,” He told you, pointing that object towards you, sending you away just by shaking it.

You landed with a crash, doing terrible damage to your arm. Crackstone approached you, slowly, enjoying his victory.

“Pray if you still can, you monster,” he whispered. You could barely move. The fall did you a lot of damage. You tried to drag yourself across the ground, but it only served to have his foot slam into your hand hard, making you cry out in pain.

It was your time. Everything had happened very quickly. You didn't even think of Marilyn as the culprit for all of this. You were going to die, and you preferred to do it believing that she was good, and that she... loved you. You closed your eyes, waiting for your sad end.

“Stop! Leave her alone!”

A shout stopped the pilgrim. You recognized that voice. Marilyn.

You opened your eyes to see a woman completely unknown to you. It was her, your beloved, but she didn't have that tender and innocent look. The absence of her glasses only emphasized the evil that ran across her face. Your subconscious came to the horrible conclusion that your friend was right. She wasn't Marilyn, that woman was Laurel Gates.

“You!” Crackstone yelled, turning on her. “I thought I told you to get out of my sight, or I'd tear your tongue out.”

You managed to support yourself on one of your elbows, looking horrified at a scene of two people who seemed to have some confidence.

“She's not in your plans,” Laurel said, darkening her gaze.

That horrible demon laughed evilly. The redhead looked scared and she looked at you in a panic.

“Please! Let her go,” she begged, getting to her knees. “Please.”

“I have a better idea…” Crackstone whispered. “I was wrong about you… You are a dishonor to my lineage. You will die too... But first I want you to enjoy the views...”

“Please…” The redhead insisted, crying desperately.

The pilgrim turned to you and smiled, his eyes wide.

“Die, witch!” He yelled, raising his cane towards you again.

You managed to put your arms in front of your head and closed your eyes again. There was no blow, an explosion sounded suddenly. You opened your eyes to see that it had not been an explosion, but a shot.

Laurel was no longer on her knees, she was on her feet, gun in hand. The bullet hit Crackstone, causing him to stop.

“I told you to leave her alone,” she hissed, inching closer.

“Marilyn…” You whispered, still shaking from being about to die.

Crackstone snarled in anger and made a swing at her, but she kept firing. Unfortunately her progress only slowed.

You had to do something as soon as possible. You preferred to be you, you preferred not to see the woman you loved die. Yes, you loved her, whoever she was. Despite everything, you loved her and she loved you, she had shown it by saving your life.

A click told you that there were no more bullets left.

“On his heart…” You whispered to yourself, getting up from the ground. The pain you felt was comparable to thousands of blades digging into your body, but you didn't care. You took a breath and concentrated. The familiar chill your powers caused passed through your hand.

A fine frozen icicle formed in your hand. It was your last chance. You ran towards that monster, just when it seemed that the redhead had accepted her fate, dropping the weapon to the ground.

“Go to hell!” He yelled, raising the staff at her. “Ahhhh!”

A horrible cry of pain filled the courtyard. That makeshift ice stake pierced through his chest, causing a black mist to begin to surround him.

A shock wave hit the place, causing you to fall back to the ground. Then came the calm. The flames that devoured the place vanished together with that demon. It's over.

Laurel moved toward you and knelt down, helping you to sit up.

“Marilyn… Why?” You said, already unable to hold back the tears. “Why?”

“My love... I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry. I didn't want anything to happen to you,” she told you. You didn't even notice the way she called you. You were broken with physical and emotional pain, but still, you couldn't help but hug her.

“Why did you do it?... I... I...” You sobbed, embracing that horrible woman, the culprit of everything, a murderer, a murderer you felt unable to stop loving.

“Forgive me, please…” She said, sobbing too. “You are the only one who has always been with me… I started to feel things for you and… And… I didn't know what to do… My God, please forgive me… I love you…”

Those words caused your heart to stop. She had just told you, she had said that she loved you. You no longer had a choice.

“Laurel… That's your name, right?” You said. She nodded. “I love you too…”

After that strange confession, you kissed in the most romantic way you could do under those circumstances. It was a deep, passionate, sincere kiss. Your conscience was screaming for you to come to your senses, for you to remember all the horrible things that had happened, that she did. You didn't hear its call, you could only hear your heart.

“Please... Forgive me,” she whispered while she kept kissing you.

“Stop.”

Wednesday's dark voice interrupted your statement. She was behind you, and she wasn't alone, Principal Weems was next to her, putting a hand on her neck for some unknown reason.

“Laurel Gates…” Larissa whispered. “I've notified the sheriff, he won't be long in arriving,” she said, serious, more serious than you've ever seen her. The redhead kissed you once more and got up. You did the same, without thinking that the Nevermore’s Principal had seen you do what you were doing. “You will pay for everything you have done.”

Laurel nodded, resigned, taking your hand.

“It's the right thing,” she said, not letting you go for a second.

You looked at her scared. She was going to give herself up. If half the things they said she did were true, you'd never see her again.

You weren't going to allow it. Not now that you knew she had feelings for you. You squeezed her hand hard, causing her to frown at you.

“Calm down, honey… Everything will be fine,” she told you. No one seemed to want to get in the way, but both Larissa and Wednesday couldn't hide their faces of disgust at seeing both of you in that romantic attitude. It was normal, it should be prohibited.

“Turn yourself in right now,” Larissa demanded. “Taking advantage of a student like that will only worsen your sentence.”

Your eyes burned furiously. She hadn't taken advantage of you, she even hesitated to kiss you that night. You didn't know if it was because you were an outcast, or because it was immoral for her to kiss you as your teacher. Any of the reasons was worth it to you. She never asked you for anything, she never used you for anything. She loved you sincerely, despite the terrible internal struggle she had to go through in doing so.

“That's not true…” You hissed, earning the attention of everyone present.

“(Y/N), what did you say?” Larissa asked, looking at you with concern.

“I won't let you lock her up!” you yelled, grabbing the redhead tightly. “Run! Let's go!”

Laurel seemed to doubt her, but she followed you, partly also because you were dragging her.

“Hey, (Y/N)! Come back here immediately!”  Larissa shouted, following you along with Wednesday.

“Are you crazy?” The redhead asked, not knowing where to go, just like you.

“I'm not going to let them take you away from me. Not now that I know you love me,” you said panting.

They were chasing you and your forces were beginning to fail you. You decided to use more radical methods. You stopped suddenly and crouched down, resting your hand on the ground.

Quickly, the ground under your hand began to freeze, causing your pursuers to slip and fall to the ground.

“Dammit, (Y/N)! Reconsider!” Weems yelled on the ground.

You didn't answer, you just smiled and kept running.

The redhead turned on her car and soon you were leaving Nevermore behind, and Jericho.

“I can't believe what I've done,” you said, scared, but not sorry.

“You're crazy, (Y/N). Running away with me is not what is best for you…. I want the best for you.”

“Don't keep talking, I want to.”

“It will be dangerous, (Y/N),” she told you, constantly looking in the rearview mirror, in case the police were after you.

“I don't care.”

“I've done horrible things...”

“I don't care,” you answered.

“I wish I had told you earlier how much I love you, (Y/N).”

#marilyn thornhill #marilyn thornhill x reader #wednesday #ms thornhill #oneshot #laurel gates

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Wasted Potential

Here's a fun little story time for tonight! This one actually connects to another piece I wrote, Weight of the Universe, but it can be read on it's own as a stand-alone piece. If you do like this one, give the other one a read too!

This short story is vaguely inspired by a good friend of mine. I know she struggled a bit in the past, but she's doing fantastic now, and I absolutely adore that for her.

When people are young, emotions can be overwhelming. Asking for help can feel so far out of reach, it's almost easier to struggle in silence. I know a lot of people have dealt with this, and I hope you know it is so important to ask for help. No one is truly alone.

This is quite a sad piece that alludes to some dark undertones, so be cautious in your reading. (Specifically, if you have struggled with self-harm, please take caution in your reading.)

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Weight of the Universe

(word count: about 3.1k)

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Wasted Potential

Even the sun falls daily. I think we get so used to the light the sun brings to us that we forget she’s surrounded by darkness. It’s not a bad thing- to be surrounded by darkness. The contrast of light and dark often creates the most beautiful images. Sunshine to shadow, the moon against the night sky- their balance brings peace to these moments. Without a bit of darkness, surely the sun would burn out.

I found my balance when I was young. I had always been good at making friends. That’s why I wasn’t nervous about moving to a new town as a kid. I was used to people liking me: parents, teachers, friends. When I walked through the door and saw a girl who looked like she wanted nothing to do with me, I knew I had to befriend her.

It didn’t take long for us to grow close. We worked well together: when I was loud she was quiet, when I talked she listened, when I laughed she laughed with me.

She spent hours at my house every day. I always preferred my home when she was there. My house was usually way too quiet, and she helped fill it with noise. She brought laughter and conversation, and when she left, the house reverted back to the silence.

Lilith always told me she had to be home before the street lights turned on. One time, we lost track of time when we were playing and she ended up leaving after dark. When I saw her the next day, she looked hurt and defeated. I remember thinking her house was haunted as a child. It made sense to me: the monsters came out after dark. After that, I never let her stay late at my house again.

It wasn’t until I got a bit older that I realized what was actually happening to Lilith. It was never something she told me herself. I think she thought she could hide it, but I always noticed the marks she tried so hard to cover. Her eyes didn’t seem to shine the same after particularly rough nights. I always tried to get her to talk to me- to let me help her- but she refused. I never wanted to be another reason she was upset, so I would let it go. I just did my best to make her happy when she was away from the hurt.

I was used to everything coming easy to me: getting good grades, making friends, fitting in. It wasn’t until I got older that I had to start trying a bit harder. I remember coming home, proud of myself for getting an A on a test, and my parents would ask me what part I didn’t understand. If I wasn’t getting 100%, there was obviously something I wasn’t understanding. Technically, it was true. If I wasn’t perfect, there was always something I could be doing better.

I wanted to impress my parents. I wanted them to be proud of me. I was sure to get A’s in all my classes, befriend everyone around me, and be the best at everything I did. I never had a casual hobby; if I did something, I did it well. However, my parents were so busy with their successes and endeavors, it was hard to be impressed by a child’s.

Lilith was always impressed with me. She was my favorite person to be around because she made me feel important. She was smart and strong and beautiful in a way I never was. She understood the parts of life most people were afraid to. She captured the beauty and serenity of the darkness, like the comfort of a rainy day. She always seemed to persevere no matter the intensity of the storm. I wished so deeply I had even a fraction of her resilience.

I wish I could express the adoration I held for her. Though, she never seemed to like compliments very much. Actually, she never cared to hear what anyone had to say of her. She was confident- sure of herself in a way I longed to be. Her sense of self was not built from the perception others held of her.

Boys started to show me attention when I got older. It was around the same time Lilith started to pull away from me. I tried to fight her on it. I would follow her around, talk to her more, ask her questions about things I knew she liked to talk about. I should’ve taken the hint that she no longer wanted to be around me. Instead, I made her spell it out for me.

“Stop following me, Aurora. I told you I just want to be left alone.”

“I don’t understand what I did,” I whined. I wasn’t used to people not liking me, especially my best friend.

“You’re just you,” she waved her arms at me. “You get everything you want and you never even have to try. You’re perfect,” she spat the word at me like poison on her tongue. “The universe revolves around you like you’re the fucking sun. But I’m done getting burnt. I’m done.”

I listened to her that time. I left her alone. 

I always feared failing to live up to the expectations people held for me. Perfection was everything I’d always strived for. I’d never heard the word spoken with such disdain before. The pedestal I had placed the idea on collapsed, and I was lost.

My house was particularly quiet that day I came home from school. It wasn’t like there was ever anyone waiting to greet me when I walked through the front door, but there was usually someone walking through with me.

I had friends beside Lilith, but none of them felt as deep or as real to me. I spent the first few days following our fight by myself. I would see her sitting alone in the shadows, and I wanted to talk to her. I wanted to convince her that she was wrong about me- I wasn’t perfect, no matter how hard I tried to pretend. I wanted to tell her everything I wanted that was always too far out of reach. I wanted her to know I never meant to hurt her or disappoint her. But she never even glanced my way, and the words never left my lips.

The words echoed in my head: from her, my parents, myself. It was silent in my house but the noise inside my head was deafening. I burned everyone I touched no matter how hard I tried to protect them. I disappointed everyone. It never mattered what I did or how well I did it, I was destined to fail. I felt hopeless. Thoughts of perfection and imperfection had been shattered, and there was nothing left for me to hold onto besides the broken pieces. I held on so tight the shards tore my skin. Crimson dripped from my fingertips to the bathroom tile, staining the white floor red.

It was peaceful at first. There was a sense of satisfaction in ruining my once untouched and perfect skin. It felt like defiance. I was tearing away from the expectations that surrounded me by tearing myself from my own skin. It felt like a way to escape myself.

The pattern repeated for the next few days, but it didn’t take long for the satisfaction to end. The noise was still loud in my head. The marks that lingered on my skin only served as a reminder of all the broken pieces I couldn’t put back together. I held so much regret, embarrassed of the skin I was trapped in.

Long sleeves covered my body when I went to school. It only took a few days for my other friends to start hanging around me again. I let them. I was so alone in every other aspect of my life, I didn’t want to be alone at school, too. I painted on fake smiles and laughs, and I wondered if anyone could tell. No one seemed to question it. People will believe what they want.

I still searched for Lilith in the crowd, but I could tell she wanted nothing to do with me. The person who knew me better than anyone else was now a complete stranger to me. Every day she refused to meet my eyes hurt worse than the last. I forced myself to stop looking for her. As much as I wanted to join her in the shade, I forced myself to endure the heat of the sun without her.

Every day I got home, I tried to distract myself. I tried to talk to my parents but they were always too busy to listen. I tried to listen to music, to write- I tried everything to block out the silence of the world around me and the noise inside my head but nothing seemed to work. I think my brain was broken. The voices in my head screamed at me, begging to be released, and there was only one way I knew how to release them.

The high of the release was always short-lived. Relief was quickly replaced with shame. My hands would shake and my legs were too weak to stand on, so I would stay sitting on the bathroom floor in a pool of crimson tinted tears. I cursed the universe for cursing me, but there was no one I could truly blame but myself. Expectations may have been placed on me by others, but I was the one desperate to uphold them. So obsessed with everything I could have possibly been, I turned into nothing more than wasted potential.

Weeks seemed to blend together in my head. I spent day after day longing for the person I used to be, but I wasn’t even sure who I was anymore. My grades were slowly dropping. I found it difficult to care about being perfect now that I knew it was never going to be achievable for me. Some of my teachers questioned the change, but I know they didn’t really care. They just missed when I was the perfect student they never needed to worry about.

The sun felt more brutal than ever. It beat down on the world, hard and unforgiving. It felt like being scorched as soon as you left the serenity of the shade. I imagine this is how it felt to be friends with me: unbearable heat.

Unknowingly, I pulled up the bottom on my sleeves to try to find relief from the heat. Covering my body had become second-nature, I didn’t realize I was exposing how broken I had been recently. Immediately, my teacher noticed, sending me to the office without hesitation. She refused to hear any explanation I could come up with. Instead, I was met with lectures and threats of being sent away. They told me I could be sent to a facility where I would get help, but I refused to be trapped in a place where I couldn’t escape the silence.

I begged and pleaded, but no one would hear me out. Voices spoke over my own, discussing everything they thought I needed. They told me they were going to have to call my parents. My greatest secret and shame was being thrown about the room as though it were something to publicize. It felt as though they had put up a billboard of my face with the word “failure” painted across it. I knew I was nothing but wasted potential, but it was devastating watching the world around me realize the truth I tried so hard to keep hidden.

I got home before my parents got the call. I knew I needed to leave before they found out the failure I had become. They would be even more disappointed in me than they already were, and I couldn’t handle any more shame.

I packed a bag quickly and left my house. I didn’t know what to do or where to go. I found myself waiting outside Lilith’s window as the sun went down, but I couldn’t bring myself to knock. She had grown tired of me long ago, and it wasn’t fair for me to rely on her to stop the burning. Especially when she always got burnt in the process.

It was easy to see I had no place in this town. With the sun no longer in the sky, I felt like I could finally breathe. I needed to go to a place where no one knew me; a place where there were no expectations for me to fail to reach; a place where no one knew of the pain I was destined to cause.

When I finally made it to the bus stop, a figure sat alone in the dark.

“Lilith?” It was the first time I had spoken to her in weeks. “What are you doing here?” I hoped she couldn’t hear how broken I had become in my voice.

I could see the tear streaks on her cheeks. It wasn’t something I was used to seeing. She was always so strong, even when she was beaten down. Tentatively, I moved closer. Her mouth opened, but only a sob escaped her. My arms were shaking when I wrapped them around her, fearful of being faced with her rejection again. She let me hold her, leaning her body closer to mine.

When she spoke, only words of desperation left her lips. She sounded broken, convinced the only way she was going to live was if she left her current life. I knew what she was speaking of. I knew the ghosts that haunted her in the night. I knew what it was to feel alone. I knew exactly how she felt because I felt the same.

I wanted to burn the world down to allow us both a fresh start, but I knew it wasn’t possible. Instead, I let myself be there for her. I comforted her with all the words I wanted said to me. I listened in the way I always wished someone would hear me. I held her in the way I was desperate to be held. I took care of her in the way I wanted someone to care for me. I hoped she felt less alone.

Neither one of us ever got on that bus. Instead, I walked her home and promised her a safe haven in mine. Before I could walk away, she grabbed my wrist over my sleeve.

“I’m sorry, Aurora- about what I said that day. I didn’t mean it.” She didn’t let go of my wrist. I tried not to show discomfort. Instead, I gave a soft smile, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from crying. “I mean, I do think you’re perfect, but you never hurt me.”

“I’m not perfect, Lilith,” I tried to laugh it off, but the sound that escaped me was sad.

She frowned. “Of course you are,” she argued. “You’re smart and beautiful and-“

“I’m not perfect!” I shouted. I was angry and I couldn’t hide it anymore.

Her eyes widened in surprise. She had never seen me angry before- not enough to yell. I would never even argue with anyone, and now I was yelling at my best friend. Her grip on my wrist loosened, but when I went to pull away, she grabbed me with her other hand. I didn’t even know why I was fighting with her. I was just so upset and so tired of hearing that tainted word. In the midst of the chaos, her fingers slipped under my sleeve and we both froze.

“Aurora,” she looked at me so sadly. I could see a million thoughts racing through her head at once. I tried to rack my brain for an excuse but there was nothing I could come up with. “Why?” Her voice cracked.

“I didn’t mean to,” I cried. I was supposed to be the strong one this time, but now she knew that I was broken too. “I just wanted relief. I just needed a second to breathe. I’ve never felt so lost before and now I don’t know what to do.” I knew I was rambling, but I couldn’t stop myself. She cracked the dam I hid behind, and now everything was flooding out. The feelings of loneliness, helplessness, being lost and confused, not knowing what to do- everything came pouring out. 

It was her who held me this time. “I think you need help, Aurora,” she spoke softly as she held my head. I could feel her tears drip on my skin. I missed her.

I had never known what it was to struggle. I had never needed to ask for help before, and now that I did, I didn’t even know where to start. The words were so unfamiliar on my tongue, I wasn’t sure I knew how to speak them.

Still, it was almost a relief that Lilith knew how broken I was. It was like shattering the last perception the world had of me. I could no longer pretend I was perfect. I could no longer pretend I was okay on my own. There was no one left to convince.

We sat on her front porch until we both had stopped crying. We knew we couldn’t stay there forever. Though, it was nice to feel the moon watching over the two of us again. I made her promise me she would come to my house if anything happened. She made me promise I would tell my parents once I got home. We both knew we wouldn’t break a promise to each other.

I was almost positive my parents already knew. They probably heard the message of my problem as soon as they got home. My shoes scrapped against the concrete as I walked home. I rehearsed my lines again and again, trying to come up with the perfect explanation for my parents. I didn’t want them to be disappointed in me. I was dreading having to walk through the front door.

When I walked through the doorway, my parents were waiting for me. They sat together on the couch, but stood as soon as they saw me. It felt like they had seen me for the first time in years. Devastation was painted on their faces, and I searched my brain for the lines I had been rehearsing the whole way here, but I couldn’t seem to find any. My mouth opened and closed as tears welled up in my eyes, but only three words left my lips.

“I need help.”

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[dollarbin]

Sandy Saturday's #13:

Pass of Arms

I'll bet there are already far more words written about T. Swift's new record than in all of the Mahabharata (that's the Hindu holy book that contains the Bhagavad Gita; it's around 13,000 pages long).

The opposite can be said for Pass of Arms, a 1971 half hour film that contains two stand alone Sandy Denny songs. The film does not have a Wikipedia page and is not available in any form anywhere as near as I can tell: it exists but you literally cannot watch it.

Having a Wikipedia page is a pretty low bar. Without knowing, I bet there are extensive ones dedicated to Chewbacca's family tree and Joe Biden's dog. I'm right on both counts of course: I just looked.

But google to your hearts content: the internet confirms that the short film existed, that it claimed to be "award winning", and that a guy who worked marginally on the 80's buddy flick Spies Like Us, in which I seem to remember that Dan Aykroyd and Chevy Chase save the world from nuclear destruction while failing to make us laugh, directed it; and that's it.

Happily, we can still hear the songs at least, something I've never done with any real focus until this moment. Let's start with Here in Silence.

Okay, I'm digging it so far. I picture a knight in his pensive non-warrior boy clothes looking longingly at his maiden, fall grass billowing between them in slow motion; but then that scene gives way to that same knight, now in full armor, gearing up for gnarly battle and then we realize this is actually a film about the Children's Crusade, or maybe it's all a chunky metaphor and it's actually about angsty and hirsute teens in jolly old 70's England: they're looking to stick to the man, or bloke I guess - this is England - and, well, maybe there's a reason no one other than me is angry they can't watch this film anymore because this song, which Denny clearly did not write, kinda sucks. Sandy sounds glorious, as always, but I'd rather hear her sing The Wheels On The Bus.

Have some faith though, people. We've got the marginally more famous Man of Iron track left to consider. I've definitely heard this one before, but I can remember nothing about it other than the fact that it's really long and moody with strings. Here goes!

Yeah, those are strings alright. Today the students at my tiny high school were all bent out of shape - it's Spring and everyone's either breaking up, thinking about it or striving to create similar drama in their life asap, so I led a full school game of musical chairs on the basketball court and declared in advance that I would win at all costs. I did not win but I shoved a bunch of giant teen boys aside in the effort and everyone laughed at their weird teacher and got into it.

We're a pretty cool school so one of our tenth graders, who's already a semi-professional cellist, played whatever came into his head for each round, which sure beat dancing around the chairs while T. sang 65 new songs about her loser boyfriends or whatever. My student's cello sounded, some of the time, a bit like the vibe that starts the track, only better. Then for the next round he'd play Mozart at triple speed.

But now there's a whole mess of fifes involved and this thing is starting to sound silly. Bring in Sandy Denny soon, please.

Oh thank the sensitive medieval Jesus who probably repeatedly appears to the lead character in this film swathed in psychedelic splendor: here's Sandy, and she's brought a whole pack of Cinderella's helpful birds with her to twitter about, somewhat helpfully.

But these lyrics are unbearable. When I was in seventh grade I committed the cardinal sin of writing an earnest original poem about "the roller coaster of life" and then turned it in to my earnest, no clue teacher who of course then read it to the whole class while on the verge of tears - someone had finally attempted something, anything, of marginal note in his earnest but lousy class - which turned my pimply face red, then white, then putrescent purple with shame as the other 13 year olds around me murmured then moved on to mirth and then on to all out rage: never would I be forgiven for writing sensitive poetry in earnest. Jeff Stimpfig, the school's stock character bully, declared me both gay (it was 1989; "gay" equaled uncool and homophobia equaled cool; what a dumb world...) and soon to be dead through his potent fists. Anyway, my seventh grade poem was surely terrible. But it contained far fewer cliches than this claptrap.

Was this end you chose Sir Knight?

Was this why you were born so bright?

The wolves will chew your bones tonight...

Sandy clearly needed a sizeable offered payday to have ever uttered these words; Trevor Lucas, or perhaps Stephen Stills, surely talked her into the whole gig. The guitar is nice though... I wonder if Sandy plays it. Sounds like her...

But good grief, now we've got a stomach churning drum thing going on. I'm starting to think this whole film may have been a Stephen Stills vanity project: it probably centers on Stills's broriffic relationship with Joe Freakin' Lala; they're on a quest to no longer suck and it's going nowhere fast as their stuck in a room of lemons, all of them worth sucking, and buxom ladies who admire them for no discernible reason whatsoever; and then, at the end of the film / this terrible song, aliens in sunglasses descend and take Steve and Joe to their leader for an extraterrestrial blues jam complete with wolves and low production value fake wind. Clearly, they didn't have Neil Young's budget for fake wind: he's got a huge budget when it comes to producing fake wind.

I'm guessing that Sandy's estate is responsible for insuring this film can no longer be seen by anyone. Indeed, The Dollar Bin itself may soon be hacked so as to eliminated this entire post one conniving letter at a time in their nefarious quest to separate Denny from any observable connection to the film Pass of A....

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[victoriansecret]

While I'm telling embarrassing stories about myself, I may as well tell the most embarrassing. Possibly the most embarrassing story ever. In third grade, the math teacher did a thing where she would write a problem on the white board of each home room, and you had to solve it by the time you got to math class. For me, it was the last period of the day, so I could theoretically do it whenever, although I usually just did it first thing in the morning because I was good at math and found them easy.

Well one day, I think I may have been late to school, and I hadn't done it. I decided I would do it at recess, since I was already planning to stay inside with my friend to play Where In the World is Carmen Sandiego? on the library computers as we often did. I figured I would just go to my next class a couple minutes early and do it then. Except that, as I often do, I got too invested in the game and lost track of time, so I finally realized that I only had about a minute before people started coming back from recess. So I went over to the classroom to do the problem, but then discovered I had a problem of my own: I had to pee very badly. So I'm standing there trying to solve this math equation, hopping foot to foot, too distracted to actually do it. In my memory, it was also the hardest problem she had ever set, but obviously the stress of the situation was making me feel that way. It only got worse as I began to hear footsteps as the kids came back from recess, and I was starting to panic. One of the students was my friend (actually, the same friend as the sleepover party story) who was a boisterous fellow who tended to run through the halls, so he made it back to class before anyone else did and burst through the door of the classroom to where I was. And it startled me enough that, given the situation, I became to wet myself. We stared at each other for a moment, he looked down and realized what was happening, looked up at my horrified face, then turned around running back the way he had come screaming, at the top of his lungs, "[my surname] pissed his pants! [surname] pissed his pants!" I could literally hear him even when he had gone down to the lower floor of the school. And because he was running past all the students returning from outside, they all came to see what was going on and crowded around just inside the door of the classroom, forming a semi-circle around me, everyone staring at me and nobody saying anything. This felt like it lasted several minutes, and finally I could not bear their scrutiny any longer and looked down. But I also could not bear the silence so my stupid ass decided to break it. But the only thing I could think to say was to remark upon the unique stain I had made on the carpet: "It's a whale." I said this in a tiny, broken voice, and everything snapped as everyone started laughing hysterically. I was completely mortified. It was awful. This story became quiet infamous in my school, and I would often be compelled to retell it. Especially a few years later in middle school, when two separate elementary schools combined into one, I was constantly pestered to tell the story to those who hadn't witnessed it first hand. To this day, I would not be surprised if this is what I'm most remembered for amongst most of my classmates.

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[battyrowan]

Teacher's Pet

A SukuFushi thread that was inspired by the new Gossip Girl with teacher Megumi and student Sukuna. This led to me writing my fic Mind My Wicked Words.

Sukuna is a student trying to seduce his teacher. Megumi is a teacher just trying to make it through the school year.

“Can I help you, Ryoumen-kun?” Megumi sighed, taking off his glasses to rub his eyes with visible frustration.

“No need to be so formal, teach,” his student replied, sitting across from him with a cocky smirk. Sukuna propped his head up with his fist and leaned over the table. “How was your day, Megumi?”

“Do not call me that,” Megumi scowled at the boy. “It’s Fushiguro-sensei.”

He wasn’t sure how or when Ryoumen Sukuna found out about his favourite cafe, one he frequented to read or mark student papers in the evening, but it was troublesome.

Megumi would never pursue a student, least of all one as unruly and disrespectful as Sukuna, but never did he imagine a student pursuing him.

“We’re not at school,” Sukuna purred daring to reach over and brush his fingertips over Megumi’s knuckle. “How was your day, Megumi?”

He knows he should pull away, but he doesn’t, and he doesn’t remember when he stopped trying to pull away. The student had been flirting with him since the first day of his senior year, but things began to escalate the moment Sukuna turned 18.

That’s when it started happening: late-night coffee, 3 times a week, far from school and in a dark corner of a cafe that saw very few customers. For 3 months now they had been doing this.

“Hell,” Megumi begrudgingly answered, putting his glasses back on and relaxing his hand under Sukuna’s feather-light touch. “I have this veeeeery annoying student in my senior English class who decided to make lewd comments during my lesson.”

“C’mon, you thought it was funny,” Sukuna said with a cute and cheeky grin. Megumi couldn’t deny it, the student was handsome, no longer baby-faced and quickly looking more and more like a full-grown man every day. But, Megumi wouldn’t indulge his perverse thoughts.

“It wasn’t funny.” It was a little funny, but he wasn’t going to admit that.

“Y’know, if you’re feeling frustrated, you could take it out on me,” Sukuna said in a low voice, boldly moving his hand to cover Megumi’s.

“I don’t fuck my students,” the teacher responded bluntly, though he didn’t move his hand. Mentally, he was kicking himself. He should move his hand. He’s 8 years older than Sukuna. He’s a fucking student.

“That’s okay, I can top,” Sukuna has the audacity to say with a smug grin as he traced slow circles on the back of his teacher’s hand.

“Sukuna,” Megumi shot back with a warning tone. “I could lose my job.”

And that’s what this was about. It wasn’t about Megumi not wanting to. At this point, it was a matter of resisting a life-ruining temptation. He wanted to tear Sukuna’s stupid leather jacket off and punish him for every disruption he’s ever made in his classroom.

It was infuriating that he wasn’t born even just a year earlier, though preferably earlier than that.

“I’m sorry, I know,” the student replied, his grin falling into a sad smile. Rather than continuing to draw patterns on his skin, Sukuna laced their fingers together instead.

They usually ended up here. Every time, Sukuna broke down Megumi’s moral compass and they would exchange lingering touches or hold hands.

Megumi would be lying if he said he didn’t look forward to their coffee dates. They talked like themselves and not their societal roles, sat together quietly, or sometimes Sukuna helped grade tests from Megumi’s freshmen class.

"3 more weeks,” Sukuna said, breaking the silence of the tender moment.

“3 more weeks,” Megumi repeated, squeezing Sukuna’s hand.

They were both counting down the days until graduation.

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