#I have an assistant to help with classroom management but I'm left doing all other tasks

[howtobeamagicalgirl]

I feel so pathetic and stupid and annoying

#ranntics #work is going great #I will say I talked to a coworker (who is leaving in a week for a different job) and she made me feel a lot better about some things #but for the most part all anyone says is that I'm not doing anything right and I'm messy and disorganized and lazy #I stayed late working every day until they told me I couldn't work overtime anymore. I go home sore from running around and standing all day #what do they want from me? I'm doing a two person job by myself #I have an assistant to help with classroom management but I'm left doing all other tasks #(assessments documentation all other paperwork communications with parents home visits family conferences etc.) #by myself #nobody else is doing all of that alone. why are they expecting the same results from me?

[misssugarcat]

On The Edge of Reason (Part 1)

Aesop Sharp x Reader – 3,5 words

"Ah, you must be the new fifth year student. Considering the advanced nature of this class, it will be in your favour to catch up swiftly." Professor Shap looks at me as I enter the classroom.

"You're Professor Sharp, my potions teacher, I presume?" I smile at him. "I'm actually the new fifth grader." We look into each other's eyes for a long moment.

I look into your eyes, and feel the blood in my veins chill slightly. It was not often that I was faced with such a deep, blue gaze. You are a Ravenclaw, from your appearance, and the way you speak, though I should not have to confirm that. You're also extremely attractive.

"Yes, Sharp here. We shall see whether you can take to my potions lessons and maintain such a fine level of engagement in class."

"I'll do my best, Sir." I look at him and think he’s pretty hot for a teacher. Potions might become my new favourite subject.

I do not look away from your eyes, and my mouth twitches slightly. I would not be one to pursue my students, but ... I am certainly not averse to your flirting, so long as you doesn't let it impact your performance at the cauldron. I do begin class, though I find myself occasionally glancing directly at you, and once or twice, I catch our eyes meeting. You were making quite the impression on me, more of an impression than, indeed, any student I had so far taught.

I glance at your potion, and raise my eyebrows slightly, a half-smile on my lips as I examine your work so far. "Not bad, not bad at all. You appear to be paying closer attention already than most are, I note."

I can't help but delight in his praise and smile briefly. When class is over, I put my things away and leave the room.

I am left standing there, gazing after you as you leave. Your form, your beauty ... you are stunning, and I am already imagining where I could take you, if I were not your teacher and did not need to maintain professionalism.

When the next poison lesson is coming up, I enter the room. I do not miss your early entrance, and walk over to your seat. I give you my typical gruff, unimpressed look, though there is a twinkle in my eyes. "Are we eager for this lesson then, Miss Barnes?" I offer you a smile, and place my hands on your desk, directly in front of you. I lean in a little, so my face is only a few inches from yours. "Just tell me if you need any assistance, and I will be more than happy to oblige." The way I speak to you, so close up, makes my voice sound a little huskier. "But ... do try and keep up."

After the lesson, I wait until all the other students have left. Then I go to his desk. "I was wondering if you could give me a few one-on-one lessons, Sir. I know I'm not bad, but I still want to improve." I look at him.

I am clearly surprised by your request, and the idea that you wanted some individual tutoring seems to be something I did not expect. "Hmm ...", my eyebrows raise a little. "What kind of private lessons were you thinking of?" I look down at you, my face a mixture of amusement and intrigue. I think for a moment. "Well ... I would not mind giving you some extra one-on-one tuition, if indeed you'd like that ..." I reach up to run a finger along your cheek, gently. "... though, I would like to make sure we keep things very ... professional ... so as to avoid any accusations from certain quarters." My voice has become extremely husky, and it is noticeable that I am flirting quite heavily with you. But not over the line, not yet at least.

I smile and lean forward, then whisper in his ear. "That's no problem, Sir."

A thrill runs down my spine as your breath lands on my skin. It was very hard to resist the impulse to kiss you right there, but I manage it, and pull myself back. "So ... you don't mind if I give you some extra private attention?" My breath is a little ragged. You were driving me absolutely wild.

"I would be very happy about that, Sir." I smile at him with an innocent look.

It takes me a moment to compose myself, even as my heart thrills in my chest. You were clearly very happy about this prospect, and I found myself imagining what exactly I was going to do with you on some of our little 'tutoring lessons'. "I think ... if I do decide to give you private lessons ... we may have to find a much more ... private place than this classroom."

I still smile at him. "How about ... the library? At 9 p.m.? Then there should be ... not so much going on."

I smile back, a little wickedly. I had already imagined this very scene – us alone in the library, perhaps in one of the backrooms. "The library ... tonight at 9 p.m. ..." My voice is husky and low.

Once you've left the classroom, I am left in something of a daze. That meeting had gone better than I could have hoped, and I was already thinking about the things in the library that we might get up to tonight, when our 'private' lesson would take place.

This evening I sneak into the library at a little after 9. Sneaking past the prefects took me more time than I thought.

I watch you sneak into the library, with the same wicked smile from earlier. You were very much a naughty, naughty girl, sneaking into a restricted area. I didn't care. In fact, it made the night a little more exciting for me, the thrill of it all. I would get to teach you a little 'extra' lesson, and you would get to be taught a few ... alternative things. I make sure to lock the door behind you, so that the other students won't know what is going on.

I know exactly what he's up to. Still, he won't get me that easily.

"You're an intelligent girl, aren't you? And clearly you know that you're not supposed to be out at this time, let alone in restricted places." I say all this in a playful tone of voice, teasing you slightly. "So ... what would a good teacher do in this situation? Perhaps an extra punishment for you?"

I raise my eyebrows. "Sometimes you have to break the rules to have some fun."

I smirk. "Well, in normal circumstances I would hand you over to the prefects, but … I think a certain girl deserves a little bit of extra 'fun' tonight, don't you?"

"Isn't that why you're here, Sir? To make sure I actually get the fun?" I grin widely.

I move in and close the space between us, leaning down so our faces are only inches apart. My breath catches in my throat for a moment, your beauty just as striking up close. "Oh, I plan to give you more than just a little bit of fun. I hope you're ready." I take your hands, and look into your eyes. "Then let's begin, shall we? You seem more than ready for a few lessons in ... adult wizardry."

I raise an eyebrow. "I look forward to your ... tutoring, Sir."

I smile, a little wickedly. "Oh, I can promise you, this will most certainly be some kind of 'tutoring'." My hands travel up your arms. "Now ... what exactly would my little witch here like to learn first?"

"I leave that entirely to your expertise." I bite my lip.

I smile, a dark and slightly sinister smile, as I lean in yet closer. "And are you sure that you wouldn't want to give me any suggestions? After all, I want to make sure that you enjoy your private lessons …" My breath catches in my throat the same way it did before, my voice husky again, my hands moving past your arms and on to your waist.

"Oh, I'm sure something ... physical can't be wrong." I chuckle.

"Perhaps in private, you could call me something ... other than 'Sir'."

How about ... ‘Professor’? I smile naughtily at him.

I laugh. Your playful attitude is refreshing. "Perhaps ... but my first name could also do the job, if you don't mind."

"As you wish, Aesop", I whisper in his ear.

The whisper in my ear almost sends me over the edge, my breath catching in my throat. My heart thuds wildly in my chest, and I feel myself growing hard. That was an incredibly intimate move you had just made. I lean in again, and kiss you hard. This is going to be a night you never forget.

When I wake up the next morning, I feel sore. The night takes its toll.

I know that feeling well... it comes every time I lose control of myself, and last night was probably one of the most extreme incidents I've had yet. I slowly get out of bed, my body aching everywhere from our... intimate night. I feel a mixture of satisfaction, pride, exhaustion, and... pleasure, as I go about dressing myself... and then the next thing on the morning agenda is to go and see how my witch is feeling.

I only vaguely remember coming back to my dorm yesterday. I think Aesop brought me there. I grin as I think about last night. I didn't expect it to be this ... exciting.

Your grin says it all. You really enjoyed your night being broken by my hand, didn't you? Last night was... more than I expected. I can't lie, it's taken a bit of a toll on me ... as it always does when I spend the night like that. And the fact that you're still smiling ... it says a lot. You truly do get a kick from being bad, don't you?

At breakfast in the Great Hall, I can't help but grin to myself. I catch his gaze across the room. I wonder if the other students don't notice anything. Grumpy professor sharp in such a good mood ... there's something up.

I smile in return when we catch each other's eye. As much as I enjoy breaking you, the aftermath is still something I like very much. And to see you in the morning, all red-faced and smiling to yourself... I think you can guess what my smile means. I'm sure at least some of them notice, but that only makes it all the better. Once you've got your breakfast, we can go back to my office and... continue where we left off last night.

He's happy too soon. Head Mistress Professor Weasley approaches him.

Of course, it can never be this easy, can it? I roll my eyes internally, and smile politely at my co-worker. There is the briefest of glances between you and I, but nothing that the headmistress would take notice of... at least, I hope so. I try to put on a convincing show, the grumpy, mean professor... but I do look very happy for him. "Good morning, Professor Weasley. I give her a quick bow. "What can I do for you?"

The headmistress and I do not exactly have the most friendly relationship, but I keep that to myself. She seems to come here with some purpose, and I have no clue what that might be, which makes me that much more uncomfortable. The conversation is short and to the point, which tells me that the headmistress did not come here to exchange pleasantries. When she's done, she turns and leaves with her usual cold demeanour, and I let out a sigh of relief. I then turn to you and smile. I move towards the exit of the great hall, but before I turn, I give you a wink. Your eyes are like mine earlier... they know what's about to happen. I know you are as much looking forward to this as I am.

A few minutes later, you sneak into the potions classroom. I hear your footsteps as you enter and turn slowly to see you enter. I smile a little wickedly as we make eye contact, but I remain silent for a few moments, just enjoying the anticipation of what's to come. I've been waiting all night to have my fun... so I'm going to take the time to enjoy it. The room is empty, and the door quietly closes behind you. I look you directly in your eyes, and I smile even more wickedly. "Well then, my little witch... what shall we start with?"

Instead of answering, I walk up to him and kiss him hard.

That is the best answer you've given me yet. My lips meet yours, and I respond to your kiss with equal passion. My lips press against yours, and that burning desire within me only intensifies. As we separate, I lean my body closer to yours. Our face is only inches apart now, and I can see nothing but your eyes. I smile again, that little wicked devil of a smile, and I lean in once more for another kiss. This time, as I kiss you, I let my hands drift to your waist and I pull you even closer. We stumble in my office, still kissing.

Well, this is moving along more quickly even than I expected. And the fact that you're so enthusiastic about what we're doing... it's hard not to give in like this. I'm more than happy to see where this leads. So, as we fall into my office, I smile that same wicked smile, and I lean in for another kiss, this time going deeper and more intense. As we keep kissing, I move my mouth to your neck, and I start to kiss you there, slowly and deeply. You softly moan mine name. Seems like I’ve hit a very sensitive spot. Your moans drive me wild, and I kiss you deeper and deeper, biting at you now as I hold you close. I know full well this is going to leave a mark ... but I'm not going to stop. I've been waiting so long to do just this, and I want to leave a lasting impression on you.

Suddenly there is a knock. Just what I had feared. The knock takes me by surprise and I jump away from you quickly, almost losing my balance for a moment. I recover quickly and open the door, my expression still a mixture of shock and annoyance. We were so close to getting started, and now that's all been ruined. I put on a frustrated look in the hopes of keeping you from realizing just how disappointed I am with this intrusion. I go to the door and open it. "What do you want?" I give that man a curt look, and I say it just loud enough for my frustration to be heard. This better be very important.

I quickly press myself against the wall by the door and hear your impatient voice. It's clear you're annoyed with the disruption. I don't know who's on the other side of the door, but I hear an intimidating voice. I realize that it must be someone very important. I ponder what to do and decide to cast an invisibility spell on myself.

Well, there's only one guy here who would command that kind of respect. A tall, imposing looking man, with a stern look on his face, a dark beard ... the headmaster himself. I clear my throat, my annoyance is quickly replaced by a polite smile. He can't know about this, can he? I give you a discreet wink in the hope that he won't notice. "What can I do for you, Sir?" His piercing gaze, his booming voice. It leaves no doubt about who's in charge here. "I'm sorry, I was in the middle of something and-" I cut off in mid-sentence, as I suddenly remember who I'm talking to. This man is not someone I'm going to want to upset. I bow my head slightly in deference. "Yes Sir, what can I do for you?" My eyes are trained on him the whole time. He's not here without reason ... and his look is enough to make my heart skip a bit. I don't know what's going on, and so my next order of business is to listen very carefully to everything he says, and to answer his questions with respect and honesty. As any student in this school should, after all.

I listen spellbound to what the headmaster has to say.

He speaks clearly and concisely, in that same powerful, booming voice. He tells me of a student who broke the rules last night, and that the school would like me to investigate ... to see if punishment is necessary. I wait until the headmaster finishes his report, and then speak up. "Very well, Headmaster. It is my duty as a professor to take these matters seriously, and I will do my best to get to the bottom of this. I will report to you when I have determined what happened, Sir."

I can hear what the headmaster says. Someone broke the rules ... last night ... does he mean me? I'm getting nervous, even more nervous than I already am.

The headmaster gives me a hard look. But it is clear that he trusts me to be honest and truthful with my investigation. That makes me feel a little better, but the headmaster still has that same stern demeanour as always. I would not want to get on his bad side, that's for certain. The headmaster nods at me, and then he leaves with a purposeful step. I let out a heavy sigh of relief as the door closes.

"That was a close one, eh?" I ask you, breaking the silence.

I laugh cautiously. "Who did he mean? Which student broke the rules?"

"I've heard rumours, after all. But just to make sure ... was it you, my little witch?" I wink at you. I let out a small chuckle, my eyes filled with determination. "So, tell me ... what actually happened last night? Tell me everything ... and remember, I'll be reporting it back to the headmaster. You can't lie to me in this instance."

"Tell me. At least you were with me." I grin at him and raise an eyebrow. "But I guess ... I can show you what happened last night ..." And with that, I pull him close and kiss him passionately.

Like before, I respond to your kiss in kind. I kiss you passionately as you pull me close, and the fire inside of me ignites once again. I know just how far you plan to go ... and I'm all too willing to join you in this, despite the potential consequences. I pull away to look at you, my eyes burning with passion once more. "So, show me ..."

I laugh. My finger runs across his chest and I bite my lip.

You laugh... and your laugh drives me wild. Your lips and your touch make me all the more eager for this, and my chest rises up in anticipation, my heart pounding just a little harder. Your bite, your touch, your kiss ... and in that moment, I'm sure of exactly what comes next. So, I let you take the lead ... and wait for you to show me what you have in store.

I pull him to his desk. He grabs my waist, turns me around and sits me on his desk. Immediately I wrap my legs around his waist.

The fire starts to burn hotter inside of me, and my hands move to your chest. A quick, but firm grip, to give you something to hold down on. I smile before kissing you again, with equal passion. "And now ... what's next?"

"You will take me right here, right now", I smile seductively.

I give a deep laugh as I look at you, and then a little grin appears on my face as I see your smile. "Right here on my desk?" I reply, my own smile turning just as seductively. It's a bold idea ... but I'm all for it. Your brazenness is exactly what I needed, and I couldn't be happier with how this little investigation turned out with you. I give a little wink, and then I lower my head, bringing my mouth to yours for one last passionate kiss ... the kind of kiss that makes fire explode from within me. I break for a moment, and say in a low, hungry voice: "I'm going to enjoy this ..." Then I dive right back in.

#aesop sharp #aesop sharp fanfiction #aesop sharp x reader #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #hogwarts legacy fandom #mine

[mysdrymmumbles]

ive been thinking abt becoming an anthropology professor (admittedly not quite the same as a math teacher haha) so do you mind if your comfortable with it telling us what its like? you dont have to but i think itd be cool

I'm happy to share what I can!

Under the cut because I'm gonna ramble a bit, hope you don't mind.

What I'm doing now is long term subbing, which means I fill in until an actual teacher can be found to teach the class. This means I could be the teacher for a week or the whole year (it never goes the whole year).

I've been substitute teaching for almost a decade now and have done long term jobs for 2 separate almost full semesters for biomedical technology, health science I honors, and health team relations. I've also long term subbed for month+ stretches for drafting I and drafting II, and filled in as an EC math co-op teacher, which meant I went to other classrooms and assisted the main teacher with making sure the students understood the material.

Let me start by saying short term subbing can be really fun, if the teachers actually leave assignments that you can lead the class in. It's a fun way to brush up on subjects you may not have touched in years or to just see how kids react to getting to write their own poem or make their own sculpture.

Long term subbing is a different breed because you usually make your own lesson plans and (obviously) you deal with the same kids.

This time around, as I've said, I'm a main math teacher, so I have my own room and I won't be traveling. It's fun because this is the earliest I've ever been pulled in to fill a vacancy--the time before being one of the health science I/health team relations semesters, where I got three days to turn the storage room into a presentable classroom that could actually fit students in it. And I managed beautifully, though I did tweak my back in the process.

There's a lot of little things that go into prepping before the students even get there.

One thing that will vary from place to place is how long you have to set up your classroom. This time, I have 2 weeks to figure out what sort of posters and decorations I want for my room and get it set up as well as procure any necessary equipment and figure out my syllabus and all that--because as the acting teacher, I get to make the syllabus myself.

This year is a little different from years prior because there's not a lot of left over stuff from the last teacher for me to use to decorate the room, so I'm trying to figure out how to make the room look less dull because it's not really fun to come into a room that's all stale, bare walls.

One thing I want to do is try to make math feel a little less like some boring thing that has to be learned for no apparent reason, so I'm gonna be looking up articles about real world applications of math to share with the kids as well as offer them extra credit if they find and bring in their own. I'm thinking it can be like math success stories and mishaps. I dunno fully yet, but I'm gonna do a wall where we can put up the stories and they can look at them in their free time.

As far as actually teaching, two of the other math teachers are already offering to help share pacing guides and let me see their canvas classrooms so that I can make my own stuff for my classes and keep the class moving fast enough to cover everything we need to.

One thing I've always been pretty lucky with (minus the drafting classes), is having another teacher in the field I'm working in who I can ask questions of and get advice from. Most teachers, I've found, are happy to help one another, so if you do decide to go into teaching, don't be afraid to go to your peers for help when you're starting out.

If nothing else, the director of your department can point you in the direction of resources for your class. There is a LOT of stuff out there. There are teachers all over who will post fun games they've come up with or lesson plans that really worked with kids that you can use, sometimes you just have to look for them a little.

In the past, I've done planning two different ways. One was sort of figuring it out per Unit with biomedical technology. Like, I'd talk with my supervisor about the notes and activities I was going to pair with them a unit at a time, so I'd have 2-3 weeks planned at once. The other way was submitting weekly lesson plans.

Once I get a chance to sit down and look at the pacing for the classes I'm teaching, I'll be able to figure out how fast/slow I can go with teaching stuff and leeway days for going back if people don't understand stuff. I would like to do Fridays as a sort of catch up/review day, but I dunno if that'll be feasible.

There's a lot of planning that goes into all of it, like figuring out if certain activities will work with a group and stuff like that. And some of it comes down to the kids themselves. Like, sometimes you'll see that it's just--for whatever reason--not really a focus day and it's better to go lighter on material then and pick back up the next day.

Figuring out what makes kids enjoy the subject is some of the most fun you can have while teaching. During biomedical technology, we would do things like finger printing, where you press your fingerprint in ink and then to a balloon and then blow the balloon up really big and look at the different patterns everyone has. In drafting, I let kids design their own super villain lairs. I'm still trying to figure out how to make math fun because this is my first time actually planning the math lessons, but we'll see. I usually do review games with candy or tangerine prizes.

A big thing about teaching that I've noticed is that students are waaaaaay more likely to engage and enjoy the class if you're enjoying and excited about it. Like, if you can actually say, "No wait, this is cool and this is why."

Not every kid will appreciate that, but it does make a difference to a lot of them.

I got on a side tangent about leprosy studies in one class, and I actually had a kid come up and tell me that they thought it was cool, too. I got to tell a second grader about bee-purple and his mind was completely blown and it was one of the most memorable moments I've had. Like, he was looking around the cafeteria asking me if bee-purple was there and I was like, "I don't know, I can't see it either. It could be!" and he was just thrilled that there was this whole world around us we can't see.

I always try to find the positive in what students do, too. For some kids, all they hear is how they've screwed up X, Y, or Z, so it's so important to not add to that.

I try to be lenient with grading, too. Like, I used to have a scale, where you'd get points off for late work, but I don't think I ever had students who didn't turn anything in. Because I would keep a spreadsheet of assignments and I would remind them they needed to get it done and turn it in and all that. They might end up with 10-20 points off, but they still did very well.

And the only reason I did that scale is because I didn't have access to put grades in directly, so I had to have all the assignments a couple days before they were generally due for each quarter so that I could get them graded and then send the grades to the person who would put them in. And because it was such a clusterfuck with getting the grades in the system, it was damn near impossible to go back to a previous quarter to get in grades that were skipped. I was always really clear with the kids about that, too, so that they understood why I worked the way I did.

The only 0s I have ever had to put in were because of blatant cheating, and that's only happened a handful of times, so I'd say my methods worked pretty well.

Also, rules in general work a lot better if you can explain why they matter. That's a big lesson I've learned.

Now, it depends on the subject whether there are more or fewer students who don't really care. I'm a little antsy about teaching math because I know it's widely disliked and so that will make it harder for people to concentrate to begin with, but hopefully I can figure out like at least one or two more enjoyable things to do per week to make it less bleh numbers.

I think if you go into anthropology, that'll be one of the subjects where people are there because they're interested and that'll make teaching it easier in some ways because they'll already be receptive to the information.

What else can I say?

It's a lot of work. I'm a little worried this year because it sounds like they don't plan on giving me a planning period, and instead having me cover other classes during my planning, which means I'll have to grade assignments and stuff at home, which I am nowhere near paid to do as a sub.

But. I'm gonna be able to put grades directly into the system this year so that's exciting. I won't have to go through others for that. I'm even getting an official school email address. Which is great because I don't need to accidentally bring up my regular email and have kids see my ao3 updates and stuff. I do not want them finding my ao3 account lol

So I hope this made some sort of sense and wasn't too boring. If you have any questions, I'm happy to answer them, if I can.

Best of luck with whatever you do, be it become a professor or something else!

#thank you for the ask #i got a little off topic i think #but not too bad

[julemmaes]

Robyn

Rowaelin Month, Day Ten

A/N: I'd planned on posting them in order, but you get what you get. Idk when the other prompts will come tbf. I hope soon. Anyway, I managed to write over 6k words today and I'm pretty fucking proud.

This is just fluff over fluff, so yep enjoy!!

Word count: 3,047

Rowan was unbelievably late as he sped through the streets of Orynth.

So late that the school had called not only him, but also the front desk of the place where he worked when he hadn't answered the call on his personal phone. Sorscha, his assistant, had entered his office with an embarrassed smile on her lips, as if she didn't want to tell him that he had forgotten for the umpteenth time to pick up his daughter from school.

Lorcan had joined him, for some strange reason, but Rowan had stopped bothering when it came to his best friend. He'd been trying to figure out how he reasoned for years and had come to the conclusion that there was no logical sense in the actions of the man sitting next to him, who was currently singing at the top of his lungs to one of the songs on the Frozen CD - which much to the chagrin of both of them, had gotten stuck in his car radio months before, forcing them into hours of torture.

He would never deny that the songs were all quite catchy, but after the sixteenth time Rowan had had to listen to Let It Go at maximum volume, his positive opinion of the film had begun to waver.

As they pulled into the school parking lot, Rowan noticed with deep regret that the only cars still there were those of the teachers and school staff.

They both got out of the car, Rowan walking quickly towards the entrance while Lorcan dragged behind him.

He greeted the caretakers sitting at the entrance, who returned a big smile. A smile that grew even wider when his large, imposing friend entered a few moments later. He stopped to talk to the old ladies and Rowan walked down the corridor he knew led to Robyn's classroom.

He could hear muffled voices from inside the teachers' room on the left and the one he knew belonged to Miss Galathynius coming from the right. He looked out over the classroom, spotting the two people sitting at a desk.

As soon as his daughter saw him, her eyes widened and a huge smile flashed across her face.

No words. No "hello, daddy!" or "I missed you!" from the little girl.

Her teacher turned as she leapt out of her chair and ran towards him, hugging his legs and looking up at him. Rowan smiled at her in turn, running a hand over her hair that was shot in every direction.

"Hello, little bird," he murmured to her. The child's smile widened even more if that was possible.

The woman a few feet away from them pulled herself upright, crossing her arms over her chest and offering a sincere smile to the child, who hid behind his thighs.

Rowan was about to tell her that Robyn was shy with everyone like this, ready to defend his daughter's behaviour as he was used to doing in front of every adult, but he was beaten to the punch.

"It's good to see you, Mr Whitethorn," she said, extending a hand. Rowan shook it without hesitation. "Actually, I just wanted to write you a letter regarding Robyn," she continued, never taking her eyes off the little girl. "Nothing serious," she hastened to reassure him when Rowan grimaced, "quite the contrary. Robyn is remarkably good. One of the best in the class, though I shouldn't offer that information so bluntly."

Miss Galathynius winked at him, but he couldn't process what he'd just been told.

"Sorry, could you-"

The little hands clamped around his trousers tightened a fraction more and Rowan looked down, trying to figure out what was bothering his daughter, but then something happened that he hadn't even dared to dream about in recent times.

"You're here!"

The little girl broke off and ran away from him in less than the blink of an eye.

Rowan turned just in time to see Lorcan grab Robyn in mid-air, spinning her around as he brought her to his chest and showered her with kisses. The loud, incessant laughter that erupted from her seemed too much coming from that fragile little body, but he never tired of hearing it.

"Why hello baby!" said Lorcan laughing in turn, starting to tickle her until she begun to rebel and he was forced to let her slide to the floor. Robyn was still laughing at the top of her lungs and nearly fell to the ground as she squealed left and right, letting herself be pushed around by the closest thing to an uncle she had ever had.

When Rowan turned back to the woman, she was wide-eyed and her lips slightly parted as she watched the massive man dressed completely in black and the menacing face turn into a completely different person the second he had seen Robyn.

He chuckled, "I know, it's not every day you get to see a little girl be so comfortable with a brute like that."

Lorcan, who was listening to everything, looked him straight in the eye and without stopping smiling and playing with the little girl, mouthed to him to fuck off.

"Well, yeah. You caught me a little off guard." she confessed, still shocked to hear how Robyn was having a full conversation with Lorcan. They couldn't hear anything of what she was actually saying, but even just the fact she was talking to someone seemed to have Aelin unsettled.

She returned her attention to Rowan and let out a breath that sounded more like a giggle, "I've never heard her laugh before."

He nodded, blushing a little at the teacher's surprised but relieved tone.

"I'm sure the dean warned you about the problem she has," he said in a low voice. He grimaced at her poor choice of words, "I mean, not problem, but the difficulty she finds in interacting with people she doesn't know."

Liar, he told himself. Robyn hadn't spoken to anyone but him and Lorcan since the day Lyria had died. It wasn't a difficulty, but a response to the trauma that prevented her from speaking to anyone who wasn't part of her immediate family.

"I know, I know. We've been looking for solutions together." she informed him. "I give her a white board every morning. Come on, I'll show you." she turned to the desk they were sitting at earlier and raised the magnetic board, on which a few words were scribbled on. "I'll write here what she might need. Yes. No. I need to go to the bathroom. I'm thirsty. I'm hungry." she read, listing the various options. Rowan gaped. "We've only just started going over the alphabet for a second time, so she can't really read or write yet, as I imagine you know, but the little drawings next to each sentence help her."

She continued talking, but he couldn't quite follow.

The woman in front of him - aside from being breathtakingly beautiful - had done as much as she could to help her child with communication.

"Mr. Whitethorn-"

"Rowan. Please, call me Rowan." he said, clearing his throat once he realized how hoarse it sounded to his ears. Lorcan walked up to them at that point, still holding Robyn in his arms and positioned himself next to him, letting their shoulders touch in a comforting way.

"Call me Aelin, then," she smiled at them both. Then she made a small grimace, turning to Rowan, "I wanted to ask if it bothered you, that I sought a solution like that. Maybe I put her in distress, embarrassed her. I'm sorry if I gave you the impression that I wanted to solve this on my own. I really wanted to discuss it with you, with your husband too, to avoid misunderstandings. Maybe we could arrange a meeting."

He was about to tell her that she had given him the exact opposite of annoyance, that he had been more than pleased that she had helped Robyn this way, when her words finally registered.

Lorcan, beside him, had opened his mouth wide and his lips were slowly bending into a mischievous smile.

Rowan furrowed his brow, "I'm sorry, what?"

Aelin's smile seemed to falter. "A meeting? With you? To talk about how to handle the situation," then she shifted her gaze to Lorcan, "You're more than welcome to join as well. I didn't know Robyn had two dads, I apologise for assuming Robyn had a mum and dad. That was very rude of me-"

"I love this," Lorcan whispered, laughing in shock. He turned to Rowan with eyes that sparkled with amusement, "I would definitely be the top."

Rowan looked at him with an expression of complete shock on his face, "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Robyn gasped, opening her eyes wide and bringing a hand to her mouth, pointing then to Rowan's.

"Yeah, sorry, love. I shouldn't have said the bad word." he apologised, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead. He turned back to Miss Galathynius, "I'm sorry to have to disappoint you, but we're not married."

"No need to lie, sweetie. I'm sure Aelin," he gave her a knowing look, "doesn't mind at all about our relationship status."

Aelin nodded, "Well, yes. That doesn't change anything. Mr..." she turned to Lorcan, searching for a name.

"Salvaterre."

"Mr. Salvaterre can still attend. The fact that you are not yet married is no reason why you cannot both be present at the meeting. You don't have to worry, we are a very tolerant school and if anyone bothers you, you can come directly to me."

A sound of sheer glee escaped Lorcan.

Aelin continued, "I mean it. I was pleased to see both of you today. I was also pleased to see Robyn smiling so much." she concluded, looking the little one in the face.

Rowan took a deep breath, bracing himself, "No, I meant, we're not a couple. We're not gay. He's her uncle."

The woman's blonde eyebrows shot up and a second later she turned almost as red as the dress Robyn was wearing as Lorcan shook his head muttering something very much like 'you're no fun', which made Robyn giggle.

"Why did you even get off the car?" he asked him exasperated.

Lorcan shrugged, "Because I missed my little bean, you monster." he replied, clutching Robyn to his chest. The little girl clutched Lorcan's shirt in her chubby little hands and Rowan huffed, shaking his head.

Aelin brought her hands to her face, leaning against the desk behind her. She shook her head, her face still hidden, "Oh, god. I'm so sorry."

Lorcan let out a dry laugh, "Don't worry about it. It was fun while it lasted." then he turned to Rowan again, who was still trying to recover from the idea of being involved in a relationship with his friend, "You're really no fun."

"Yeah, no fun dad." repeated Robyn.

Silence fell over the class. Rowan looked at her with wide eyes and blinked once, twice. Robyn was staring at him with a sweet scowl that mimicked so much that of the man who was still holding her, but Rowan couldn't get over the fact that his daughter had spoken while Aelin was still beside them.

He was about to talk, noticing how Robyn had started squirming in Lorcan's arms, when there was a knock at the door.

They both turned, Aelin peering over Rowan's shoulder, and saw the figure of a petite girl with black hair and eyes standing in the doorway, watching them with her head slightly bent to the side. She had a tag on her t-shirt that was too colourful to belong to someone who didn't work in a school with children, so he guessed she was a teacher herself. Besides, Rowan felt like he'd seen her elsewhere. Probably every day when he picked Robyn up from school, he said to himself.

"I know you're not supposed to eavesdrop but I stopped by earlier and heard you were a couple of dads," she said by way of introduction. "I just wanted to reassure you that the school is an extremely safe place. I'm the one who did most of the interviews with the parents," that's where they had met then, "and one of the questions that is asked is just about the tolerance of the people who will be attending the school."

Aelin watched her, remaining silent the whole time and putting on an amused smile, nodded, "That's what I was telling them. How tolerant the school is. They make such a cute couple, don't you think, Elide?"

Rowan turned to her, arching an eyebrow, silently asking her what she was doing. The woman, as if she could truly understand what he was trying to convey to her, nodded her head towards Lorcan, who Rowan only then noticed was standing weirdly, his eyes fixed on the woman in the doorway.

He grinned, deciding to take his revenge right away. "Oh, yes. Thank you so much for the reassurance," Rowan began to play along as well. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Lorcan turn towards him, dropping Robyn to the floor, who made a disapproving noise at being dumped so suddenly. "We are happy to know that this school is a safe place for our daughter. And for us."

Elide offered him a blinding smile, "Good. I'm happy to hear that you are pleased so far. And I am happy that Aelin is the one who is taking your daughter's class. She's the best one here."

Rowan didn't know her yet, but he knew the thing Elide had just said could only be true.

"Well," she said again, giving them an apologetic smile, "I really must go now, but if you need anything, you can find all my contact details on the website. Have a nice day!"

Aelin and Rowan said their goodbyes, thanking her. Lorcan took a while to recover, but when he realised he was staring into empty space he ran towards the door, almost stepping on little Robyn, who was moved by Aelin.

"We are very much not gay, miss!" he shouted into the hallway. Aelin, now beside him and with a hand on Robyn's shoulder, cackled. With Lorcan's infinite luck, someone walked by just then and gave him a stern look. "Oh, shut up ma'am. I'm an ally. The best ally."

Rowan shook his head as Lorcan launched himself in pursuit of the poor teacher and burst out laughing when he heard him shout, "I'm not homophobic! I'm willing to suck someone's cock if I have to prove it to you!"

Aelin opened her mouth wide before bursting out laughing in turn.

Robyn, seeing both adults so happy, giggled too and Rowan bent down to pick her up. The little girl laid her full head of white-light hair on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

She was tired and Rowan really needed to get her home to sleep.

He glanced at Aelin and reduced his lips to a thin line, "I'm sorry about the commotion, I'll try not to bring him into the building again. Even if it means tying him to the seat."

The soft laugh she gave made something tighten in his chest. He frowned.

Aelin didn't seem to notice the effect she had on him, "Don't worry, Elide is crazy about fools like him. If he says the right things, we might start seeing each other outside of school too."

Rowan nodded, now too caught up in the thought of having to take Robyn home to focus on anything else.

They agreed on when to hold the parent-teacher meeting and then he grabbed Robyn's backpack, walking towards the exit.

He was thoughtless as he reached into his pocket for his keys and balanced everything else - including the girl - on his other arm, but when Robyn's hand brushed his cheek, he looked down and his eyes met their twins. Green against green.

"What is it?"

The little girl's voice never stopped making him smile. Each time was like the first time she had said dada.

"I really like her."

Rowan frowned, "Who?"

"Miss Aelin." she whispered, almost as if she was afraid they might hear her.

He smiled at her, "Yeah? You like her?"

"She's nice to me."

Rowan had to put her down as he opened the door and let her get into the back seats by herself.

"I'm glad she's treating you well, love," he let her know, buckling her in.

He hoped she'd tell him more about her new teacher, but like any kid her age, the topic of conversation couldn't last for more than four lines apiece, "Where's Uncle Lorcan?"

Rowan snorted, "No idea, little bird."

Robyn nodded, "Elide is pretty too."

And as if those words had summoned him, Lorcan appeared beside the car, making them both scream. He entered the car in a heartbeat and turned to his daughter, who was still settling into the seat. "Do you know Miss Lochan?"

But before she could answer him, Rowan had entered the car in turn and smacked the back of his head, which made the Robyn giggle, "You're not using my daughter as your wingman. Now stop it and buckle up."

Lorcan gave him a gentle push, before doing as he was told and for once he was happy he'd convinced him to do something.

Or at least, Rowan thought he had convinced him.

"What if I left you a note to deliver to Miss Lochan, Rob? Would you be up for it?"

Rowan knew, even without looking at her, that she was nodding emphatically.

Keeping his eyes on the road, he murmured, "Could you stop calling my daughter Rob, please? You'll give her an existential crisis."

Lorcan clicked his tongue against his palate, "Rowan, I'm not giving her a damn thing. We live in this new world, okay? Your daughter could be called Simon and still be a beautiful princess. Grow up and educate yourself before you talk shit."

"Aaaah!" shouted Robyn, "Bad word!"

Rowan sighed and shook his head, but still he was smiling.

This was his life. Had been for the past two years.

And he wouldn't change it for the world.

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[do-ray-mi]

Food Chain pt.5(Final)(Park Jisung x m!reader)

Pairing: NCT Dream Jisung x Male Reader

Genre: highschool au, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, enemies to friends to lovers.

Warnings: use of the F slur, mention of scarring, broken plates, threatening a glass. Viewers discretion is advised.

Description: what goes around, comes back around, goes back around to you.

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"Jisung" Y/n got the boy's attention. Jisung's paused all action, lifting his eyes from his bag and onto his love interest.

"Y/n" he said back using the same tone.

"I managed to nab cafeteria duty before the student council bitches so we're excused from our third period." Y/n told him, fighting back a smirk thinking about how pissed off those SC members will be. Their anger fuels his soul.

"Really!? You're the best" Jisung responded, also looking excited. He gets the piss off those students AND avoid Chenle. Killing two birds with one stone.

"Anyway, we have to get there after lunch. I only managed to get dish duty." Jisung paled at the boy's words.

"Dish duty..?" Y/n nodded before looking at him with an almost teasing expression.

"What's wrong? Scared to get your hands a little dirty?"

"I always break something doing dishes." Jisung looked like he was having Vietnam flashbacks.

"I'm sure it'll be fiiiine!" Y/n brushed off the concern.

"I'm gonna be thousands of dollars in debt..." He could already hear the sound of glass and porcelain shattering.

"That would honestly be impressive to manage." Y/n mumbled knowing that the school buys their plates/bowls and utensils from the dollar store for like a 1.25$

The two met up with the others in their usual classroom. Kai looked confused onto why Jisung looked like he just witnessed his dog getting shot.

*

Once the cafeteria was remotely empty, Jisung and Y/n made their way to the kitchen. They greeted the head lunch lady who was counting the money in the cash register making sure they had the same amount depicted on the small digital screen.

"Oh good! You're here! Jisung I want you to start the dishes, Y/n I want you to go out and collect the trays the bra-i mean students left behind." She said.

Jisung looked at her as he was a child and she just told him that Santa didn't exist. Y/n held back his laugh before patting him on the head and leaving to do his duty.

"Time to face the music" Jisung sighed, rolling up his long sleeves before started getting to work.

Not even 3 minutes later, he heard it.

*crack!!* he held up the plate that looked more like a full moon. The cafeteria lady turn to him hearing the noise and smiled at the face of horror on the boy.

"Don't worry about it, we have like 7 boxes full of those kind of plates. Besides, they're cheap." She chuckled watching the panic melt off the boy. She was proud of how much he's grown as a person over the span of months.

Y/n came back with the trays and put them with the rest.

"Good job Y/n, go help Jisung now, he's really going through it right now." She said catching the sight of Jisung almost dropping a glass.

Y/n chuckled watching the boy for a second, walking a little closer, hearing something that put a smile on his face.

"Who do you work for!? Who's your contact!?" Jisung whispered angrily repeatedly dunking the same glass under the water.

'What a dork... I'm gonna marry him one day" Y/n smiled rolling up the sleeves of his hoodie to help him.

Jisung glanced at him once he felt his presence. He was about to turn back to his duty until he caught something on Y/n that caught his attention.

The words "cock sucker" seemed to be burnt onto his arm. Before he was able to stop himself, he grabbed to arm to inspect it more.

Y/n watched him do this, momentarily cussing himself out in his head for forgetting about the scar.

"I didn't do this. Who did this?" Jisung looked so serious staring into his eyes.

Y/n gulped, unpleasant memories resurfacing.

"Chenle, with the assistance of Jeno and Jaemin." He answered, his heart sinking slightly at the sound of Jisung's breath shuddering.

He couldn't believe his ears, Jisung knew Chenle was horrible... but he didn't know he'd go as far as to physically harm a person. He can't even comprehend the fact that Jaemin and Jeno voluntarily helped him.

Jisung, feeling a bit brave, brought the arm up to his lips and giving it a kiss. The action bringing butterflies to both their stomachs.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you.." He whispered onto the arm.

Before Y/n could say anything, a voice cut them off.

"Alright lovebirds, back to work!"

*

Do to the lunch lady really liking them, they were able to get cafeteria duty again the next day.

So that's where they were heading. Tho, they were a bit worried, the cafeteria lady asked them to come in a little before the end of lunch to get a bit of a head start on the dishes since it's pizza day meaning they had a lot of customers.

The cafeteria would still be packed, and the only way they could get to the kitchen... is through the cafeteria.

Y/n looked worried, Jisung grabbed his hand and squeezed it.

"Don't worry, we'll just go as quickly and discreetly as possible. If anything happens, I'll protect you." He reassured him, his thumb rubbing across his knuckles.

Y/n nodded taking the first step, Jisung following shortly after.

They were able to make it halfway across the cafeteria until a familiar booming voice caught the attention of everyone in the room.

Exactly what they'd fear.

"Well look who's fallen from grace!!" Chenle yelled, standing on the table he and the other dreamies sat at. Which was coincidentally the table not too far from the duo. "Boy, this is a sight for the sore eyes!! Park Jisung holding hands with our OG Faggot! Man Ji, I never knew you were THAT desperate!!" Laughes echoed through the air.

Jisung's tongue pushed into his cheek, losing his patience. He knew what he had to do, squeezing Y/n's hand before letting go and walking over to the same table Chenle stood on. He climbed on top of it, to the far opposite side of the boy. His aura changed, it turned to the same one he emitted back when he was at the top. This time, however, the glint in his eyes was different.

"You may be on the top now, but once you walk out of those school doors for the last time, it won't matter anymore." Jisung started softly, his voice growing louder and stronger once he continued.

"You think that you have anything left after the food chain is gone? It's mine! It's the product of me! But you, Zhong Chenle, you're nothing. A product of my pity." Jisung spat, his words tearing through the air between them. His words seared into Chenle's skin, and the longer he stayed silent, the more they hurt. "I could've destroyed you, torn you down the moment you showed up. But I didn't 'cause you were nothing but a charity case, a lonely bitch in need of looking after." He made his way across the table with his hands in his jacket pockets, moving closer to Chenle.

"You've always been beneath me." He told him once he got face to face. "Now, everyone knows it but you."

He watched as Chenle gulped, trying to keep up the cool guy act.

"This is where my mistakes stop." Jisung paused, turning to Y/n giving him a small smile before returning his attention to the boy in front of him, "YOU are where my mistakes stop."

With that being said, he pushed past a stunned silent Chenle and off the table.

With his arms still in his pockets and his head held high, he made his way over to Y/n, offering his arm to take.

Y/n smiled proudly, looping his arm into it and continuing their trip to the kitchen. Fully aware that everyone was staring at them in silence, except for Chenle who finally got what was coming to him.

*

"So... what now?" Y/n asked Jisung as they restocked the slushie machines.

"Nothing" Jisung responded, the other boy paused his movement to direct his attention to him.

"Nothing?"

"Yep, I already have everything I need." Jisung stared into his eyes, moving closer into his personal space.

Y/n smiled at him, his heart picking up pace. The two moved closer and closer until their lips finally met in the middle.

There were no fireworks, it felt more like taking a sip of hot chocolate after a full day outside in the snow, feeling the warmth flow through your body.

Which is probably better than fireworks.

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This was the last chapter of Food Chain! I hope you enjoyed it, I will write an epilogue chapter and release it tomorrow or later today!

Once again, this request was sent to me by my friend @nobodyeverasked

Go check him out if you haven't already, he's an incredible writer!

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[suganovakawa]

𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐄 .

PAIRINGS : tooru oikawa x fem! reader , slight hajime iwaizumi x fem! reader

GENRE : angst , romance

WARNINGS : cursing , car accident , recovery from amnesia

SYNOPSIS : tooru doesn’t understand how special you are to him until he comes close to losing you forever . as he struggles to comes to grips with his feelings and balance it with his future , you still have to recover from your own injuries , but without your memories to assist you .

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐗𝐈 < [ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐗𝐈𝐈 ] > 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈

word count : 1.8k

there shouldn’t be any harm in checking on tooru and his injured knee.

saudade masterlist .

SAUDADE

( 𝐧 . ) a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant , or that has been loved and then lost ; “ the love that remains ”

⠀everyday was like going in circles and yet never knowing what the destination is supposed to be. each day seemed to be nothing more than a loophole chains of events, only to restart back at square one tomorrow. this investigation of yours was getting nowhere, and your hope of remembering anything was becoming more of a fever dream than an actual possibility.

⠀demanding hajime to tell you everything wouldn't work, he could out-stubborn you at any given time. makki and mattsun were no longer willing to tell you a thing, for fear they'd get the iron fisted beatdown of a century from their third year peer. oikawa didn't seem like much of an option either, especially with hajime's strange request to stay away from him at all times.

⠀with nothing else to think about, your new subject of thought was that fateful conversation in the gym not so long ago. not really a conversation; truly, more like a one sided rant to someone you hardly even knew. as far as you knew, you were probably strangers with tooru oikawa before the accident. iwa still had yet to explain the conflict between him and his fellow volleyball player, and you were honestly believing that he was never planning to.

⠀you had seen him walk in with crutches the following day, absolutely distraught that his injury was that bad. you had seen the brace on his knee as he practiced serving in the gym, but you never knew how bad his knee was until you broke his line of concentration. you couldn't even go and check on him, with iwaizumi sitting right there. no one knew how or why he walked in with crutches, and he never explained why, either. you wanted to stand up on stage and tell everyone yourself to hold yourself accountable for being the cause behind his unfortunate incident.

⠀"i'm staying after school today, hajime." a more spontaneous decision was made minutes before the last bell of the day rang, causing your friend to look at you strangely. he didn't seem suspicious of you, but he certainly had questions.

⠀"do you want me to stay behind with you?" he asked, his lips pursed as you looked at the clock. there was a hope in the back of your mind, a silent plea that he would be there today as well. the odds were low with the circumstances that you had caused yesterday, but there was no harm in trying. if not in the gym, he could possibly spend his time somewhere else?

⠀"no, you can go home." you shook your head as you turned back to him, keeping a straight face as to not sound strange. "you can walk me tomorrow, and we can even go out to eat. my favorite place, of course." you grinned, lightening the mood with a playful punch to his shoulder. "how's that sound?"

⠀chuckling to himself with a shrug, he soon nodded his head. "alright, deal. i'll pay." your eyes widened at his reaction, opening your mouth to retaliate but he shushed you. "i won't take no for an answer, you know how i am."

⠀"yeah, i know." rolling your eyes with a smile of your own, you breathed a sigh of relief. even if things have been strange, hajime was still your friend. you were thankful of how eager he was to help you and stand at your side at the drop of a hat. he was a handful at times, but you were thankful for him. "i'm surprised you're not broke because of me at this point."

⠀"nah. you're pretty satisfied with easy things anyway." you scoffed and turned away, earning a bigger laugh from iwaizumi. "i'm kidding. but i'm still paying tomorrow."

⠀"fine." just as you replied, the bell rang throughout the school, indicating the students that their last class of the day had come to a close. your heart leaped as you stood up, picking up your books and supplies almost too excitedly. you stopped yourself and secretly hoped that he would stay around the school.

⠀"y/n." you felt a hand around your wrist as you left the classroom, turning around to see iwaizumi hesitating to speak further, yet his grip unwavering.

⠀"hajime?"

⠀"i'm sorry." you creased your eyebrows in confusion, watching intently as his eyes refused to look into yours. "i know... i've been a pain your ass. this whole car incident, i can't imagine how frustrating it must be for you." you weren't sure where this was going, so you chose to stay silent. "i just want you to know that i haven't been able to make your life easier, but i promise from now on, it won't be that way."

⠀your jaw clenched. the only thing you wanted to accompany such an apology is an explanation and full story of what you've been wanting since you gathered your senses. "i see," you muttered, nodding your head slowly. "thank you, hajime."

⠀"i'll treat you right, okay? i swear on my life." once he loosened his hold, you pulled your wrist away and nodded again steely, pressing your lips upwards into a soft, half-hearted smile. even with such sincere, sweet words, he still refused to tell you anything. "you can trust me."

⠀"i know, hajime. i trust you." you nodded your head, waving goodbye to him before turning the corner, beginning your search around aoba johsai for the one person you want to talk to. why did you want to talk to him? he looked so uncomfortable with you around, you almost felt guilty for even stepping near him. did you bully him in the past? did you two hate each other in the past?

⠀trying your luck, you braved a deep breath and made your way back into the gym, no plan in mind as you closed your eyes upon reaching the doorway that made way into the large gym, disappointed that you heard no sounds while you blocked your own vision.

⠀you were expecting to be met with a wave of more disappointment, until a startled voice broke the silence. "y/n?"

⠀your eyes shot open in surprise. you almost revealed your relief with a smile. right in front of you stood oikawa, leaning on a crutch supporting his injured knee. he was surprised as you were that you were entering the gym, but expressed it in a different way. "what are you doing here?" he followed up, his arm stiffening to support his weight to stand up straighter.

⠀you didn't realize how awkward this meeting would be until you stood face to face with him right here. there was no point in sugar coating it, you were already there, and he was right in front of you. "i was looking for you," you replied, standing up a little straighter yourself. "i wanted to know how you've been doing. seeing your crutches, you must've been hurt pretty bad." you bowed. "i'm sorry."

⠀"this? it's nothing. i'm on crutches at least once a month." looking back up at him, oikawa shook his head and looked away, using his free hand to scratch the back of his neck. "my knee has been pretty messed up for quite sometime now, it's no big deal. don't blame yourself over it. i was bound to hurt myself again, anyway."

⠀"then why don't you take a break?" it seemed quite obvious to you that the only remedy for these types of injuries was a hiatus and a time period to recuperate to not only heal your injuries, but to give some time to relax as well. "you should prioritize your well being."

⠀you watched the third year tense, his breath caught in his throat as he shook his head immediately, his eyes now going to the ground instead of at you. "i wish it were that easy," he mumbled. "maybe if i had the natural talent to take a breather, i would give myself a break. but i'm not naturally talented. i'm a setback, if anything."

⠀"nonsense!” you shook your head quickly, the words coming out of his mouth sounding like nothing but complete lies. "you're amazing! from what i witnessed yesterday, you're an amazing volleyball player." you paused for a second. "you played with hajime, right? what was your position?"

⠀"setter." the brunet's voice lowered. "actually, i was the captain of the team."

⠀"no way!" your eyes were practically sparkling at this point. "and you dare say you're not naturally gifted?" you placed your hands on your hips in disbelief. "i refuse to believe it."

⠀"oh, you should believe it, alright..." tooru began clenching his jaw, but you were too marveled to notice.

⠀"and i was the manager, so we must've definitely known each other before my accident!" you nodded matter-of-factly to answer your own question. "to think i can't remember anything you did as captain for the team... your teammates were definitely in great hands, i can just feel it! you - "

⠀"for the love of god, could you please get out of the way?" you stopped speaking the moment oikawa raised his voice, taking a step back instinctively. "y/n, i'm trying to get out of the gym, but i can't with you in the way. could you please move?"

⠀your pulse spiked in your system, the humiliation rushing to your cheeks faster than the blink of an eye. your legs moved mechanically to the side, your breathing uneasy as you locked your eyes to the floor, rendered speechless. this feeling was... all too familiar. you didn't like it. just thinking about it made your chest constrict a little bit. was this deja vu?

⠀it couldn't be, not when it was this effective.

⠀you heard oikawa curse under his breath, but you made no effort to look back up as the panic rose in his voice. "shit, y/n, i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to snap at you like that. it's just that i get annoyed when i can't practice, i get impatient. but by no means do i blame you for my knee! you're right, i shouldn't push myself, i should take a breather. i'm sorry, i'm so so sorry."

⠀by the time you looked up, oikawa looked like he was about to gush waterfalls out of his eyes at any given moment; the atmosphere between the two of you flipped completely, and your energy had long depleted. "no, i should be the one to apologize. i got ahead of myself, i didn't let you talk... again." moving your arms to cross awkwardly, the world seemed to mock your stupidity before backing up more from him. "i actually should probably get going now. again, i'm sorry about your knee. i'll probably be apologizing for it until you're off the crutches. see you around."

⠀you gave oikawa no time to reply as you hastily power walked your way out of seijoh, feeling suffocated as you made your way home, the deja vu eating you up as you continued to tread quickly. it couldn't be deja vu, there was no way.

⠀something in his tone of voice triggered something deeper than what your amnesia could cover. you had felt this way before. out of anything you could've recalled first, it was just your luck it had to be this.

⠀what was your relationship to oikawa before the accident, anyway?

a/n : honestly i have nothing to say, so look out for part 13 soon!

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The Potions Master’s Apprentice

Chapter Ten: Breaking Boundaries

A/N: This is the tenth part to my fanfiction ‘The Potions Master’s Apprentice (Severus Snape x OC)’. Chapters 1-16 can be found already uploaded on Wattpad under the same name. Feel free to leave requests in my inbox for anything Snape related you want me to write. Leave a comment below if you wish to be added to my tag list.

Pairing: Severus Snape x OC (Dumbledore’s Granddaughter)

Summary: A talented young witch is employed as an apprentice professor at Hogwarts, but who will she be working under? Severus Snape is not best pleased with his new responsibility of taking on an apprentice, however she is relentless to create a friendship between them. Will she be successful? Or might the friendship just go a little two far? With the eyes of her grandfather constantly watching over them, an attempt at a relationship might not be in the cards for Aria Dumbledore and Severus Snape.

Word Count: 3188

Warnings: mentions of male sex organ and sexual arousal. 

Credits to Gif Creator

After a long day of lessons all Aria Dumbledore wanted to do was rip off her uncomfortable heels and change into something she could relax in for the rest of the night. However working with Severus meant that her day did not end immediately after lessons like the other professors' did. With the amount of essays Snape gave out on the daily, it was a miracle he was able to mark them at all, with or without her. She understood now why he never slept, but what she couldn't wrap her head around was why he gave out so many essay in the first place.

At first Severus refused any help from Aria, insisting he didn't need an assistant, but gradually Aria managed to work her way into his routine and soon enough the pair were spending every night together in Snape's classroom, marking essays and making potions.

"Severus." Aria spoke up, as the teachers departed from the Great Hall after dinner, stopping Snape in his tracks. She let her hand rest lightly on his bicep for a second, allowing herself to fall in line as they returned to the dungeons together.

"Miss Dumbledore." He replied coldly, suppressing any thoughts that may have dared entered his mind when he felt her gentle touch on his arm.

"I was thinking... I know we usually spend the evening marking in the classroom, but its just so cold in there and dark too." Aria started. "And we have to squeeze around the desk, with all those papers- "

"What are you getting at Miss Dumbledore." He droned, looking over his shoulder at the woman.

"How about we switch it up for tonight, maybe do the marking in my quarters? Its warm, I have a fire, with couches we can sit at. And if that's not your thing then your welcome to sit at my desk, but I just can't spend another night breaking my back sitting hunched over one. My feet are killing me in these shoes and I'm sick of freezing to death." Aria continued to rant, waiting for Snape to stop her.

"You can stop trying to convince me. Though I may not appear it, I am not a completely unreasonable man, all you have to do is ask."

"Thank god." She groaned, as they turned the corner to the dungeons.

After collecting two large stacks of papers from the potions classroom, the professors made their way along the corridor to Aria's private quarters. Almost immediately after entering the room Aria kicked off her heels, and threw her cloak over the couch.

"Just make yourself at home, get comfortable. I need to go change."

Severus entered the room awkwardly, clutching onto his papers, not daring to touch anything except the air he occupied. For the first time in a long time he felt out of place at Hogwarts. Snape liked to be in control and the way he was able to do that was keeping to the places where he felt most comfortable and had power. As soon as he agreed to spend the evening in Aria's quarters he lost that power and the ability to feel like he had any superiority over the woman. Though he hated feeling out of place, he enjoyed the woman's company, despite the fact he pretended not to, and was willing to make a sacrifice or two in order to listen to her meaningless chatter.

The man slowly made his way around the room, gradually drifting towards her cluttered desk, dropping his papers amongst her own small stacks. Snape couldn't help but be drawn to an open letter Aria had left. His eyes scanned the letter, sickened by its mushy context, but he couldn't seem to pull his gaze away.

Severus was stunned to discover that Aria was in a relationship and yet had not mentioned it to anyone since her arrival. She seemed the type who would boast about the fact, telling everyone and anyone who would listen. It dawned on him that maybe she had mentioned it before, just not to him. After all, why would she? He didn't show any interest in her life, or share any information about himself with her. He had made it pretty clear that they weren't anything more than coworkers, so then why was he hurt by the fact she had not confided in him?

The thought quickly left his mind when the witch reentered the room, leaving him slightly dumbfounded. It was the first time he had witnessed her looking relaxed and casual opposed to the straight laced, well put together façade she put on around the students. Even before the start of term and on their trip to Hogsmeade she maintained an air of sophistication. Looking at her now she appeared as you would expect a 21 year old to appear. Her hair fell around her face in stunning natural beach waves, still a little messy from being held up in a bun all day. She had changed out of her painful heels and uncomfortable work clothes and now appeared in a pair of tight fitting exercise shorts paired with a large oversized t-shirt, that exposed her tanned shoulder and collarbone. Severus couldn't help but notice her lack of bra, but made a conscious effort to keep his gaze fixated on her face.

"What are you doing?" Aria laughed nervously, noticing her mentor standing awkwardly by her desk, staring at her a little too long.

"I was merely looking for a place to conduct my marking, but as the only work space in the room is full of meaningless clutter, then it seems I have no other choice than to move." He growled, over compensating for his earlier thoughts.

Aria went to object but decided it wasn't worth the hassle and simply grabbed her pile and took a seat next to Severus on the couch and got to working.

Seeing Aria in her natural form had Severus mesmerised. He had of course appreciated her attractiveness many times before, but now her beauty seemed more down to earth and natural. He couldn't take his eyes off her. Ever since she had come to his office and bandaged him up, his mind was swarming with thoughts of her once more. The way her fingers gently traced the patterns on his palm as she carefully tended to his wound. Every time he replayed the action in his head a wave of shivers ran up his spine, sending flutters straight to his stomach.

After marking a less than adequate amount of essays, Severus finally gave up trying. Out the corner of his eye he couldn't help but watch as Aria absentmindedly brushed one of her smooth bare legs against the other. His eyes continued to travel up her body, resting for second on a small section of her waist that had been left exposed from the way her top had shifted. Once again he couldn't help but notice the prominent outline of her bare breasts through the slightly transparent shirt. Snape felt his face flush with colour, and chose to swiftly move on. He became entranced as his gaze fell upon her face, watching her read intently, as she nibbled on the end of her quill, letting it bounce slightly between her teeth. Severus could not help his mind rush to a number of scenarios which he quickly dismissed.

Oblivious to the thoughts running through her colleagues mind, Aria continued marking the majority of her essays, before finally giving up.

"How about we take a little break." Aria suggested, throwing another essay on her 'done' pile.

"Very well." Severus agreed, not that he had been doing much anyway.

Aria took the opportunity to stretch her bones, turning her body to face Snape.

"you know, we spend a hell of a lot of time together, but all we ever do is work." Aria commented, standing up from where she had been sat on the couch.

"What are you getting at, Miss Dumbledore." Snape replied, turning his attention to a neglected book he found resting on her coffee table.

"I'm just saying that we're allowed to spend time together, without making it about work. Minerva and I often enjoy afternoon tea together, and I frequently visit Hagrid at his cabin for a chat, I don't see why we have to pretend to be marking essays just to be in each others company."

"I'm not pretending to do anything, Miss Dumbledore. The essays need to be marked, and whether you chose to help me or not, I will be spending my evenings doing the exact same thing either way."

Severus picked up a rogue book from her coffee table, dog-earing the page Aria had left the book lying open on and began to read from the beginning, curious to see what kind of literature she was interested in.

Meanwhile Aria had made her way through to her open plan kitchen and was currently rummaging through a number of cupboards but continued her conversation.

"We're the teachers Severus, the students will get the essays back when we say so, we do not have to rush to complete them as soon as they're handed back to us. Besides it would give the students a little more time in between essays to relax before they were immediately issued another." The clinking of glasses caught Severus' attention, so he too got up, meeting the woman in her kitchen.

"Have a drink." She offered, handing him a glass of deep red liquid, hoping to loosen up his inhibitions.

"I thought you didn't drink." Snape muttered, taking the drink from her.

"Like I said before, I don't drink often, or rather to excess. But if this is what it takes to get you to relax with me, then I'm willing to comprise." She winked, holding up her own glass to cheers the other professor.

"Despite the impression you may have gotten, Miss Dumbledore, I do not rely on alcohol to get through the day."

"I know that." Aria spoke, her tone becoming sadder. "I know that you were drinking a lot before the start of term because of me. I'm sorry I done that to you, I honestly did not think that the two of us having dinner together would be such a scandal. I was wrong, I know that now. But can't we just remain colleagues who enjoy each others company every once in a while." She hoped.

Severus took a deep intake of breath before taking a large gulp of wine.

"You were not the reason I turned to alcohol to drown my sorrows, Miss Dumbledore. Yes, I enjoy a glass of FireWhiskey or Nettle Wine once in a while, and occasionally I feel the need to indulge more than what is deemed appropriate. Usually it occurs in the summer and I have no one around me who cares. It only ever lasts a few days or so, a week at most, and after that I get back on track and its no longer a problem. It is true that your presence may have dug up some unfortunate memories of mine, but it was not your fault." Severus enunciated the last few words of his sentence, reassuring the woman not to blame herself for his small moment of weakness. The way her eyes sparkled in the light as they met his sent a wave of regret over him, wishing he had just accepted the wine and said nothing. An appreciated smile spread across his apprentice's face, thankful she had been reassured.

Professor Snape gulped down some more his of wine nervously, making his way back to the couch, Aria followed closely behind.

"So." He started, once again picking up the abandoned book, eager to change to subject. "I noticed your reading Pride and Prejudice, how are you finding it?"

"Oh." She smiled, biting her lip, slightly embarrassed. "It's one I'm currently reading." She said vaguely, bouncing down on the couch, sitting crossed legged.

"So your into muggle literature? I have read a few myself though I tend to stay away from the Brontes."

"It's Austen actually." She corrected, nodding towards the spine of the book, cradling her still relatively full glass of wine. "I have to admit, I'm a bit useless when it comes to reading. I love it so much, but I'm just too impatient, that's my problem." She laughed, getting frustrated with herself and running a hand through her tangled mass of hair.

Severus watched as she jumped from her seat, quickly collecting a few of the other novels she had left scattered around the place, all of which had been left balancing open mid-page. The woman returned with five or six books in her arms, all of which had been read half way through or almost to the very end, although none had been completely read through.

"I'm a bit of scatter brain, if I'm being completely honest. I've started all of these and every time I find a new book I completely disregard the one I was reading, too eager to start another, before finishing the first. Most of the time I forget where I've left them, so I couldn't finish them even if I wanted to. I swear Severus, If it wasn't for you keeping me on track with the students schedules, I'd go utterly mad and forget what I was supposed to be teaching." Aria let out a huge breath, dropping all of the books down in between her and Snape, before plopping herself down once more.

Snape suppressed the urge to laugh at the woman's dopiness, she was truly a character, but he secretly adored the absurdness she possessed. She kept it hidden so well in front of her grandfather and the students but often when they were alone she allowed her true personality to shine and that is when Severus felt his weakest with her. He could not possibly find a reason to be angry at her when she was feeling vulnerable enough to get comfortable around him.

The Potions Master took it upon himself to inspect each of the novels, before setting them aside, neatly piled high. He did, however, keep a hold of the original book, continuing from where he had left off.

Noticing the man getting engrossed in the book, Aria chose not to bother him with any more of her idle chatter and instead grabbed a notebook and quill from her bedroom and begun sketching. She was content with just being in each other's company and not working that she didn't mind that they were not talking. In fact, one of the things she loved most about their relationship was that they were able to sit in a comfortable silence without either of them feeling awkward.

After a few attempts of sketching objects around the room, she gave in trying and decided to focus on what she drew best. Not wanting to interrupt his train of thought by asking a meaningless question, such as if he would give her permission to draw him, Aria didn't see the big deal and went ahead with her sketch.

An hour or so passed and the couple were deep in their activities and not a word had been spoken since the last. By now Severus had removed his robes, the heat from the fire proving too much, though he still kept himself fully covered by the means of his overcoat. Aria, far too comfortable in her chambers, had now stretched out across the whole couch, her feet resting gently on the side of Severus' thigh, but he was yet to complain.

It wasn't until almost two hours into their activities that Severus thought too look at the clock. Time had gotten on, and usually the pair would have gone their separate ways by now, spending the rest of their nights alone. Strangely Professor Snape did not feel the urge to depart just yet and chose to stay a while longer. Aria had become absorbed in the sketch she was doing, and was not complaining he was still there. This was good enough for Severus. Looking up from her notepad every few seconds, but still utterly engaged in her drawing,  Aria had no idea what was currently going on in Snape's mind.

Once he had broke away from the book back to reality, Snape struggled to get himself to focus again. Instead his mind was preoccupied by how close he had let Aria get to him. He felt her wriggle her toes absentmindedly. It was almost as if she was beating out a tune against his leg, and he was very aware of every movement she made. Her feet had managed to make their way into his lap, and every small movement that brushed against his thigh, had Severus' heart beating faster.

The woman fidgeted relentlessly, her legs shifting in lap and her toes scrunching up against his inner thigh. Snape could not help the reaction his body was having as his assistant brushed against him, but the thoughts that entered his mind, only stimulated the problem he was having. Surely she must know what she was doing to him. The Professor kept his eyes on the page, though he took in none of the words. His face flushed pink, whether from the heat of the fire or his own imagination, he did not know. Snape allowed himself one look at the woman curious to see if her actions were deliberate. As he expected she was completely oblivious to the whole situation, simply sketching away, not a care in the world.

Looking at the woman only worsened the situation. He had tried to keep his thoughts at bay, in order to prevent his throbbing penis from doing what penis' do best. But seeing the young woman lay there in front of him, her body so close to his, rubbing against him. Severus could take it no longer. He felt himself growing, and he refused to endure the humiliation had she to notice, let alone the frustration that he would be able to do nothing about it.

Without warning Snape jumped from his position on the couch, grabbing his robes, and leaving the book where he sat. "It's late. I have to go." Was all he said bluntly, slamming the door as he practically flew from the room.

Aria Dumbledore had no words to say. She was less shocked by his sudden departure than the fact he had actually stayed with her all evening, spending some time together, in their own unique way. Abandoning her pad and quill, Aria slipped into bed, falling asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Severus on the other hand did not drift off so easily. He spent half the night damning himself for being so vulnerable and getting himself into that situation, and the other half dreaming of the possibilities that could have happened had he stayed. Though he knew nothing would have happened, even if he wanted it to. She was in a relationship and Snape was not one for physical affection. However, he allowed himself the small luxury of dreaming about her for one night.

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Hello hello~ I see that you decide to write yandere request! So, for a nice start, maybe some hcs for yandere!Octavinelle boys ( yes I know I'm obsessed with them– ) that has a crush on fem!reader? If my request are too much you could reduce the characters down too, thank you in advance!! *send tons of ❤*

hello hello ! i also love the octavinelle boys but i have to admit that it physically hurt me to write all this octavinelle babies my heart ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚ salute to all of the yandere writers out there, my admiration to you after writing this knows no bounds. this was fun though so thank you for this ! i also want to thank @beheadedruler for helping me out when i was stuck with writing about jade ! listened to kk bubblegum all throughout the writing process to calm my weak rabbit heart

【yandere octavinelle headcanons ; warnings : abuse, non-consensual, self-harm, you may hear remnants of me sobbing in the background】

Azul Ashengrotto

He knew that he liked you the moment you turned down his contract.

He had politely offered you one after seeing you in such “desperate need of his assistance”. When you declined, the way you flitted away the contract in his hands and looked at him in pure disgust sent sparks all throughout his body until the tips of his very fingers tingled with an electrifying excitement.

Since then, he’s thought of nothing but you and how he wanted you to become his.

He tries to make himself look more and more “irresistible” as days pass on, to the point of unnatural perfection. Nothing but the best if he’s going to be your future partner (which he believes is an irrefutable fact).

He’s no Pomefiore student but he does what he can; scrubbing down his body with a special foam that leaves him swollen and raw for a couple of hours but keeps his skin clear and polished, putting on cream to his face that burns but makes it seem as if he were glowing and bringing out the warmth in his natural flush, applying a putrid oil into his scalp and combing his hair until the strands turn silky and styled, and even touching his eyelids and lashes with a charm-spelled shimmering powder that for a while irritates his eyes but leaves a lasting allure effect for good measure.

He goes to great lengths just to get your approval.  If you didn’t like anything about him, his dorm or his business, he’d get an answer out of you in the most roundabout manner and fix it immediately.

He’d easily get a hold of your schedule every week. The tricky part is to constantly have to convince anyone who has plans with you to “suddenly cancel on the last second”. Sure, it was nothing a good old deal could fix but the Monstrolounge can only handle so many injured unpaid workers. 

Almost magically, he’ll be there to substitute, deliberately putting on a show just to make it seem like a coincidence. Say you’d be walking out of your classroom, disappointed at one of your friends who had left you alone and excused themselves from hanging out with you. He’d be there passing by, claiming to be doing his “dorm leader rounds” and casually asking you about your day or the troubled look in your eyes. You’d let yourself be brought about by his caring nature and soon, he gets you to invite him to hang out with you.

He likes to help you out whenever he can, though of course, everything has a price. He’ll offer you a deal for anything you want in exchange for something simple like working at the Montrolounge for a few hours or a study session with him, Floyd and Jade. If you had your doubts, he’d read to you every bit of the information written on the contract. He’d even point out all the fine prints and let you negotiate on a few terms. None of it really mattered so long as he gets to see you sign it, willingly.

Somehow, he ropes you into having lunch with him at the cafeteria every Monday. The Leech twins always escort you to his table, like a meal prepared especially for him. He finds your discomfort delectable but tries to hold back whenever he notices you getting too worked up.

floyd leech

You were someone he thought was interesting enough to keep an eye on.

When he realizes you’ve managed to worm your way into his heart, he’ll explode into boisterous laughter thinking, “How fun~! How fun this is going to be~!” He hadn’t exactly expected it, thinking of you as a mere plaything he could mess around with from time to time.

Now, everyday is a game to him. 

Whenever he sees you near, he’ll come up to you and give you a hug! For every time he sees you in a day, the tighter his hugs get. It takes a great deal for him to not gobble you up after seeing you so uncomfortable in his arms, squirming to be released from his hold like a little worm caught on a hook. This is a game after all and he’s gotta play fair or else you won’t have any fun.

Usually, you’re an instant cure to one of his moods but when he’s really not feeling it, he gets a little clingy. He’ll snuggle up to you quietly and force you to take care of him. Not with words, oh no, but by following you around all day and moping until he gets what he wants; getting in your way whenever you trying to speak to anyone about important matters, constantly sighing and whining loudly whenever you’re doing your schoolwork or wanted to have some peace and quiet and leaving his weight on you so that you’ll be forced to either drag him around or fall under the pressure of his heaviness. He’ll do all this and more until you’re forced to pull him aside and angrily ask him what he needed you to do to get him to stop.

He’d always ask you for things he knows will make you feel uncomfortable like giving him a kiss on the cheek or walking down to the Monstrolounge with him everyday while holding hands or making you feed to him his lunch or letting him watch you sleep or take a nap on your lap (y’all get the gist). There are rare times where his requests get a little strange (though pray that you don’t experience this a lot). He’ll ask you to cut your hair into weird jagged styles or write/ draw something embarrassing on your face with a permanent marker or ask you to do a bird’s mating dance at History class or pull a prank on the infamous Malleus Draconia.

Seeing your face transform from annoyance to an expression of sheer horror and regret always makes him laugh and give you a sharp toothy grin. Losers always have to suck it up! You’d be reluctant but do it anyways so long as he leaves you alone for the rest of the day. 

Anyone who he catches trying to look at you for longer than a second gets to play with him too but instead of the game that you two always play, they’ll have something a little different that involves a lot of crunching bones and screaming. They’ll be too scared to even approach you after he’s done with them. Toys like them break too easily anyways!

He likes seeing you get hurt and will sometimes try to get you into small accidents like jinxing your broom or hexing you with clumsiness or making you use the wrong vial while brewing up potions.

jade leech

When compared to Azul and Floyd, Jade is a lot subtler.

Unlike the raging storms they carried with them, he was a light drizzle— his approach unnoticeable and quiet that you won’t even realize he’s etching his way into your very heart.

You came into his life as a pleasant surprise, much like the feelings he held for you now. He’s cautious around you, making sure that everything he does and says is nothing out of the norm since the last thing he wants is to give away his feelings to you and ruin his plan of making you fall for him.

He’ll gradually try to get closer to you until he’s able to excuse his actions as what “friends normally do” like hanging out after school or walking together to class or eating lunch at the same table.

Most of the time, he’s too friendly and polite for you to argue with him on anything. If you had even the slightest bit of uncertainty, he’d already be by your side reassuring you. He’ll whisk your thoughts away with sweet undertones and saccharine smiles, leaving you completely unaware of the mischief glinting in his eyes.

He doesn’t mind it when you spend time with your other friends, he encourages you to do so! Your social life is important and he somewhat enjoys keeping good relationships with them but when he grows to dislike one of them or sees them becoming a negative influence to you, he’ll immediately cut them out of your life. Friends are expendable. Why bother keeping them around if they’re no longer assets to the system.

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Friday morning, best day ever and Lila felt excited that day, like nothing was going wrong in life, her perfect life. But the feeling turned into anger and disgust when Lila saw her enemy. Talking! With! Her! ADRIEN!

'this can't be happening, that naive girl had to stop going near my adrien! Something needed to be done'

Thats when an idea struck her, a plan to make every girl out there stood away from her adrien! No one but her can have him, Adrien will only be hers and they will be together forever. Gabriel better thank her after this cause this plan was the best plan she ever had

The brunette left from the school ground immediately, giving away fake smiles to those who saw her. She walked towards the Agreste Mansion instead of going to school, her mother will be very dissapointed but the old woman won't know anyway

A few days ago, Lila had seal a deal with Gabriel. She will 'protect' Adrien but in return, he must help her whenever she was in need for help. Now that won't be so hard to do, as long Marinette gave up on the boy, then Lila will be able to 'protect' him from the Bluenette. And about her lies, it's been 2 months and her lies were still not exposed, not that it's a bad thing

'So you think you can stop me, Marinette? No one, i repeat, no one can stop me' Lila thought as the gate opened for her

She entered the Agreste Mansion with ease knowing she was already given permission to enter whenever she wanted to. She gave the assistant a fake smile and gracefully walked towards the younger Agreste's room. The girl had been into his room a few times for 'tutor' but the smell of cheese just gets worse and worse. A bad habit she'll had to fix after he decided to date her

The brunette searched through his trash can, ignoring tons of crumpled papers with poems and drawings of Ladybug. After what felt like a hour or so, she finally found what she need. Tried to hold all the excitement as she placed it inside her handbag, nothing will be able to stop her from being with her Adrien

Lila cleared the evidence of her doing and brush off the dust off her clothes as she stood up. She went out of his room and left the mansion after saying goodbye to Nathalie

[the next Monday]

When Lila entered the classroom a lot of confidence and smirk on her face, Marinette suddenly knew that the liar did something but she won't be able to confront her inside the class. Not when the liar was surrounded by Marinette's friends, with the exception of Chloé who decided going to the spa was the 'best idea' at the time.

"Everyone, I have an announcement to make...." Lila said as she tried to not explode in happiness then and there

The other students chatter in wonder and confusion, buzzing with excitement for the announcement because Lila always did an amazing deed no matter where she went. Questions about 'what the announcement was about' were asked by everyone.

"Well..." the brunette started, "I am pregnant...." she acted scared and sad which somehow works as usual. (Bet you didn't expect that)

Anger filled the room, with a pinch of confusion

"Wha- when- Lila, who is the father?" Alya asked the girl, oh boy does she want to beat out of the boy?

Yes, she does

The brunette didn't answer which everyone thought she was forced not to tell who the father was, but then she opened her mouth, "Adrien's the father..."

"WHA- COUGH nInO hElP!" The boy in question choked on his water, his face screaming 'IM GONNA DIE' as Neene- i mean Nino tried to help his friend

When the words came out of her mouth, slowly one by one everyone went silent. Their expressions turned into anger and disgust. Lila thought it was towards Adrien but when the yelling started, she knew something went wrong in her plan. They were supposed to yell at him! Not her! (S u f f e r)

"Marinette, i want to apologize but someone needed to get their present first"

Alya walked closer towards the said 'pregnant' girl, "congrats Lila, here is a present from me!"

A loud slap echoed the classroom as everyone gasp in shock, Lila felt pain on her right cheek. Thats when she realized Alya slapped her, hard (and she can hear Alix and Kim in the background screaming 'ohhs')

'how dare she!? Who does she think she is!?'

"Uhm excuse me!?", oh god here comes daddy's girl "why would someone who is cute and smart like Adrikins! would want to be with a filthy liar like you!" Another loud slap echoed the classroom (y e s)

"WHY YOU!' Lila exclaimed in anger (makes her looks like a witch)

Soon, everyone started shouting and the teachers had to come in to hold back some of the students so they won't hurt the brunette. The principal heard about Lila's claim from Alya and decided to contact Lila's mom and Gabriel, they need to figure out what exactly was going on (first time taking action? I thought they'll just expell mote students- )

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Class was dismissed that day so the teachers were able to talk with the parents about what happened earlier, Adrien was told to stay at school by his father considering Gabriel's social issues with the others, he needed his son (pfft- says the guy who can't even eat dinner with his son)

Principal Damocles explained everything to both of the parents, including Adrien, Gabriel threatened to make a restraining order against Lila because the she's using the Agreste's reputation and name for her own need. Lila's mom on the other hand, was trying her best not to scream then and there

Benigna Rossi thought she raised Lila into a good kid, her daughter was always kind, forgiving and honest. If you told Benigna that her daughter was manipulative, evil and a liar, well she won't ever believe you

But just imagine this! You just finished your work and was ready for some good nap HOWEVER your phone rang and the principal was there to tell you 'go to school now, i don't care if you're busy'. Then after you arrived, Gabriel freaking Agreste was ready to make a restraining order against your child, how terrific!

And oh it's not just that, you also received the news that the child you raised for years was lying to you and everyone the whole time. Wasn't it amazing? Yep it was. Then to receive another news that your daughter was pregnant and the father of the baby was innocent and didn't even knew stuff about the bird and the bees

F L I P P I N A M A Z I N G

Well her day was awesome, just earlier in the morning she said 'this is a beautiful day! Nothing can go wrong' well she jinx herself. Mentally smacking herself for letting this happen and also not raising her daughter better. But the woman knew better, she knew it's not her fault, she knew what to do, but will she be brave enough to do it?

And not even a month later, everyone in Paris discovered the pregnancy of Lila Rossi. Celebrities were interviewed and most of the topic was about Lila Rossi, about her lies and how some of might had an affect on their carreer. Most of them claim to not know her, but other celebrities who was familiar with Marinette exposed the liar, LIVE ON TV IN FRONT OF HUNDREDS AND HUNDREDS OF PEOPLE

Yeah her reputation was gone, poof away into the wind in less than a month. All thanks to Lila Rossi herself for putting herself into this mess and didn't even think about other possibilities that could happen

Should i mention about the Ladyblog and how Alya managed to improve her blog? Yeah i probably should. Anyway, the ladyblogger herself took down every interview she had done with Lila. She also uploaded a video to explain why she took it down and to apologize for not fact-checking

From there, her blog had other contents other than a video of an akuma fight scene, Alya also uploaded a bunch of meditating techniques that will help anyone calm down. Not only that, she searched more about the miraculouses, her sources were from Ladybug herself so she didn't have to worry. More and more citizens knew how to stay calm and what to do when they got caught in an akuma attack (instead of recording everything when a freaking giant akuma was next to you)

All thanks to Lila Rossi, the Ladyblog had improve a lot. And the ladyblogger herself was invited to almost every news station, because she had proven herself to be a trusted reporter

And Marinette? She was happy, back to her usual cheerful self. Her teachers and friends apologized to her, she forgive them and yeah everything was back to the days where Lila wasn't in Dupont. Well, theres some good changes too, they now respect her feelings and was more understanding

All thanks to Lila Rossi, Marinette can now express her emotions and people around her didn't pressure her into doing stuff she didn't like

Well, you might be wondering, what happened to Lila Rossi herself? Principal Damocles expelled her from Dupont after hearing the claims from Marinette that Lila had threatened her twice. Both Lila and her mother flew back to Italy, Benigna Rossi decided to let Lila live with her strict grandparents

It was also discovered who the father of the baby was, turns out it was actually the Agreste's baby. Just not the younger one, the older one, Gabriel himself checked the cameras around the mansion and yep it was true! Lila was pregnant with Gabriel's kid

Her reputation was ruined as it was her who did it on purpose. The information was published by Alya, permission granted by Gabriel of course. The news were shared around the world, every news station was talking about Lila Rossi as the girl herself was suffering from being humiliated

What about the baby? Hmm who knows what will happen to it, at least we knew that Lila was not allowed to abort it because she cause the pregnancy to happen, and because she was a minor (i ain't letting the baby suffer- )

And there you have it people! Everyone had their happy ending, Lila Rossi? Not so much! But at least she wasn't in jail because working with a villain was a serious crime! Trust me, jail food ain't good (also no i haven't been to jail.....yet)

Hold up! Was that.....laughter? In the distance? Oh well why not show you guys who was behind all of this. Turns out, Tikki, Plagg and the other kwamis had planned this. Yeah thats right they were behind all of this! (P l o t t w i s t)

.....what? You think the tiny god of creation won't be upset if her chosen was being treated horribly? Well you're wrong terribly sweetheart. The kwami had planned this the whole time, after all she's the goddess of creation and literally anything that was created came from her. For example, the big bang! But we're not gonna talk about that-

Oh, so Adrien had accidentally left Plagg in his room the same day Lila barged into his room, what a coincidence! The tiny black cat of course had to tell his other half about Lila's plan, and so from there the Ladybug kwami gave tons of her luck to Marinette

Lila's plan might succeed if Adrien was a pervert or a player, it's a good thing he was a good sunshine kid! Who might lost his innocence after Lila's claim of being pregnant with his kid. Poor boy had been dying to know 'where babies came from' but lets not jump to another topic!

And thats all peeps! Everyone had their happy ending except for Lila Rossi. But she deserved it and every pinch of salt the kwamis threw at her (any Lila Rossi fan out there i am soo sorry)

All thanks to Lila Rossi! and the kwamis of course

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[Welp i don't know if this is a crack fic or if this fic even makes sense but i write whatever pops in my head, and don't mind me writing stuff about my own story lmao,oh and look at the time! It's hidey time- ]

[Also terribly sorry if i wasted your time hehe..]

#ml fic #miraculous fic #miraculousficfail #miraculous ladybug #ml lila #marinette dupain cheng #cursed au #ish #i don't know what to say #uhh bye

[bandomgay]

My brain to yours pt.1 b.u

Tw: blood,gore,self harm,violence,hallucinations,slight mention of an ed

Au: hey babes this is gonna be my 5th time trying to post this and i want death so bad...however if there is any confusing things or typos or things seem to quickly paced im sorry thats just my brain babey! Enjoy...i guess

Word count: 1,894

It all started when he was about 6 years old, he never spoke ever,not that he couldn't he just wouldn't, his parents were worried about his development,however nothing was ‘wrong', he had a quite developed thinking process for a child, but it wasn't a good one for his age nor was it a normal one,no child should be so terrified of talking to people and being thought lesser of as his voice shook violently while trying to say the easiest of sentences.

he understood people to early into his young life ,he got the memo that everything was too stupid and too hard to understand so he gave up . his mother took him back and forth to hospitals and child psychologists ,his mother scared for what was to come of him could this weirdness she didn't even have a name or diagnosis for develop into something more as he grew? She thought, would he be normal? Would he be like the other children who laughed and giggled at the littlest of things? Would he be happy like them? She had decided to push her concerns into the back of head deciding that maybe he was just awkward it's okay to not fit in hes a fucking 6 year old boy maybe it's not that deep.

he was now in the 3rd grade now and teachers became more and more loud and responsive with their problems, he thought maybe whatever bad stuff they had going on at home they just needed to vent threw aggressiveness and shaking hands and restless mornings,but however it was their screams he didn't care for, he looked them in the eye wondering what he had done wrong, however he didn't care enough to continually think about it, but he realized slowly that couldn't feel anything like the red faced teacher did, he’d envy the poor mannered teachers feelings if he could, just how they could get so angry and fed up with kids who were disgusting and vile and how he never felt that…... he never felt anything at all .Now he was in the 5th grade he had to repeat the 4th grade due to staggeringly low grades and his failed attempts at homework he never seemed to have remembered. Things were getting hard to remember, so hard to remember what the teacher had said in the classroom that seemed to fade away after he was picked up by his mom and the sheer silence of the drive home and his mothers sneaking looks into the mirror with furrowed eyebrows at her son who never told her how his day went.

In school it was just so easy just to drift off in the land of dark swirls and dark worlds filled with make believe that he couldn't separate from the real world that never seemed to go away and darkness he felt comfort in his head till he heard nothing but the disgusting laugh of a teacher who had looked as if she wanted to deck him in the face ( he imagined about 3 different scenarios of how that actually could have occured, he held back a giggle and a sly smirk) as she snapped her wrinkled hands in his face “earth to brendon” he heard the aged feminine voice laced with anger repeat twice but he had failed to tune into the first reminder he was too dissociated to notice, he came too but didn't understand her reasonings of not just leaving him alone and let him rot and break free and he soon heard the fits of laughter coming from children he knew he was too weak to stop.

he wanted to do terrible things to everyone in that very room including himself, a dark desire he couldn't contain from his mind but he never followed through with these type of thoughts. he could never seemed control them he thought of them like messages being sent from an unknown source in the back of his head that had an invisible connection to someone he could see but nobody else could he dared himself if he could just pull at the cord in his head he wouldn't have those those thoughts, the figure never showed up in the same form it could be the shadows of dirty rain water coming from outside showing like a projection on the dingy beat up wall rising above him to claim a mental dominance , or the rotten stain of mold on the bathroom floor that now seemed to have a charming glow yet secretive smile or the bag of dirty clothes that sat high up on its rounded edges now smiled at him and watched him threw the night .

now it was the 7th grade and things had went to shit,it was already shit but it had gotten no better, fits of depression had left him wanting to call a hitman on himself and letting himself be cut open so all the organs in his body to be shot out of him or rip his jaw and everything behind it out of his body but he was too fatigued to think about it anymore his brain seemed to have stopped working back in the 6th grade, he could never think clearly a heavy fog on his brain he could never do much for himself he found the most simple of things he couldn't do, he couldn't pay attention, he felt dizzy at random times becoming feverish and not thinking about why because he couldn't think he thought process lessen and lessened with every passing day until all there were was thoughts of gore and death,sadness and the never ending thought of killing anyone or anything that had managed to make him want death even more.

he just continued to fade in and out of reality staring into the wall for to long or unknowingly staring at the couple of people who he thought was calling him pathetic and worthless with the contradictory voice telling him he's so much better than the disgusting people he saw and that they didn't deserve to smile they don't deserve happiness even though they’d never even spoken a word to him, they were never mean to him. he started pinching,stabbing,pulling at his hair,clawing at himself hard trying to see if he could care that he'd just hurt himself he continued to hurt himself hoping somewhere in the back of his mind he start to feel things, to show him he's real everyone sees him, but his inner self knew what he was doing he wasn't just trying to see if he was a real person he was punishing himself because he couldn't do what the rest of the real kids could do he couldnt plop himeself in a hard metal chair and take a test without thinking about what a disgusting person he was, without hearing them say he wasn't shit that his brain is mush that he couldn't understand the easy directions how he could get so angry and mad without hesitation how he could imagine killing his parents im cold blood… he stomped on his own foot,why is he thinking about this why is he thinking about this why, they creeped back up on him showing him images of his brother and sisters dead and gutted his parents choking on blood and vomit pale and dying, he hated himself for thinking these things,but if it was possible for him to be completely honest with himself he didn't care if they had died or not he just didn't have the ability to care.

He couldn't look people in the face without seeing these images of grewling faces pushed together in piles of pink and red flesh crawling into each others organs which looked rotten and distorted, why was he seeing this things these disgusting things these things… he wouldn't admit to himself that everytime he looked in the mirror he tried not to vomit he tried to hard, he bashed in the mirror bloodlying his hand, his hiss echoing in the empty bathroom he couldn't go to the nurse he couldn't look her in the eye and see her like that, besides he was on the first floor and he was too weak to go all the way to the fourth floor he knew he would pass out, he felt something pooling in his stomach it was anxiety he felt the cramping in his stomach and the salivating in his dry mouth, he vomited into the sink, he hasn't eaten anything in about 3 weeks so the pain of dry heaving for almost half in hour into the sink made him dizzy and ultimately pass out. he had now awoken to bright lights that made him nauseous and whimper, he was in the hospital again. he tried so hard not look the nurses and doctors in the eye and seeing horrific images in his mind of them dead, rotten maggot filled and bloody be he regained his ability to see the normally after a while.

“Brendon honey…” his mommy's voice was there “mommy...hi mommy” he said in a broken whisper. She had realized he never calls her mommy unless something's wrong he wasn't aware that he was, he turned to the right finding an iv carefully placed into in scarily pale arm “honey...they found you in the bathroom your hand was cut up...you where passed out what...t?” she silenced herself for a moment seconds later starting up again. “They found you in the bathroom..the mirror was broken and your hand was cut pretty deep and passed out” he mouth trembled a bit, she moved his sweaty bangs out of his forehead, he felt wetness on his skin his own uniform shirt clinging to his skin he was sweating.

He didn't feel real he didn't respond properly to what she had said he only looked away.. And said “dizzy….everything hurts…” he was so surprised he felt something but if feeling was like this he didn't want it. “I d..don't wanna feel like this..can you make it stop mommy please?!” Nani was absolutely terrified she'd never been so scared for her little boy, “its gonna be okay,sweetie...i swear..to god i swear…” in this moment if she was honest she didn't believe there was a god, no god would do this to her son, she turned around after hearing the door and hard footsteps.

“Hello ms. Urie im dr. Yakima, i will be assisting and diagnosing your son” she nodded softly wanting her son to be okay. “Hey son,open your eyes for me,i'm here to help” brendon heard a much more distorted version of what the doctor had said than nani did, but then again he was fading in and out. He handed her pills and said firmly “these are anti-nausea and pain killers i'm gonna give these to him and he will feel much much better i promise..” He was right it with his cocked up eyebrow and charming smile that sparkled with calmness and reassurance that worked its way into nani. the medication  worked but not instantly. “Sit up honey..” She said softly, he followed what she said slowly with a wrecked groan and intense muscle pain however there was no rush.

#brendon urie #panic! at the disco #patd #*****mine #brendon urie imagine

[bnha-sins]

Hello bbe! Could I get a continuation of that request of Aizawa, when he thinks "oh shit i'm in love with her" with his teacher assistant please? :) like, they finally confess and start a relationship? :) thank u!

(You never said angst wasn’t allowed :)))))))) it’s actually very very tame, so  I use the word ‘angst’ with a grain of salt. Also this takes place at the time of the School Trip Arc. So Spoilers ahead! ending is slightly rushing because it’s 5am and I’m sleepy

It took a lot longer than the teachers expected for you and Aizawa to finally tell each other about the feelings you two shared. But between the drama that had happened throughout your time being Aizawa’s, it was understandable.For over a year and a half, Aizawa had pushed his thoughts of a relationship down, not fully knowing how to approach them. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to start one, but more so the fact he was a teacher at UA. The only time he would really get to see you was at school. Not that he couldn’t see you after, but you both had long days that made you just want to go home and sleep. He’d be lying if he said he’d never wonder what it would be like for either you to go back to his home or vise versa. It was a pleasant thought, a thought that he welcomed. “You could have stayed with the others, didn’t have to come and sit with the kids who failed.” Shouta tells you, walking down the long hallway to get to the classroom. “It’s really no big deal.” you waved your hand nonchalantly. “Besides, we don’t really get the chance to be with a small class so I think it’ll be nice that they’re forced to give you their undivided attention.” you chuckle. He just grumbles in response, shrugging his shoulders. But before you get to the class, you check your pockets for your phone. “Aw man.. I left my phone down. I have to go grab it, I’m waiting for a call.” you sigh and turn around. “I’ll be right back, you can start without me!” you call out as you walk away. You only got down the stairs before you hear Mandalay’s voice in your head. “Everyone! Two villains have invaded! Anyone capable needs to immediately make their way to the facility! Do not engage!” “Oh no…the students!” your eyes are wide and you rush out of the building only to be met with the heat of black flames. You yell out in pain, most of the left side of your body burning with an intensity you never knew existed. But you could stop just because you were hurting, the kids were the more important matter at the moment. Before you knew it, Aizawa was had made it outside with you and the man was quick to subdue the enemy. “(Y/n)!” he knows that you’re hurt, but he too knows that the students were the priority. “I-I’m fine!” you managed to say, hissing through the searing pain of your flesh that was burning. “I’ll help deal with him!” It was too late to get the enemy though because a few of the kids were running towards the facility. The villain had time to get out of Aizawa’s confines. The only words you heard from him before everything went black was, “I hope you can protect them all.”

You woke up in the infirmary with your left arm, torso, and left leg bandaged. You weren’t in as much pain as you were before but there was still a uncomfortable ache. To the right of the bed was the teacher who brought you here. 

“Aizawa?” He lifted his head and you could see the relief in his eyes when he heard your voice. “How are you feeling?” “Better than before I suppose.” you paused for a moment, “Hey, Aizawa, um… when I recover from this… you and I should go out-I mean if you want to you don’t have to, it’s just a suggestion…”You swear you could see the faintest hint of a smile and a chuckle while he shakes his head at you. “Would have been nice if you had asked me that before you were on your death bed.” “Okay now that’s dramatic.” you let a small laugh out. “So is that a yes?” “I suppose.”

***Bonus***“By the way, is everyone okay?” “Oh Bakugou got taken.” “WHAT?!”

#boku no hero academia #bnha #mha #my hero academia #aizawa shouta #shouta aizawa #aizawa x reader #eraserhead #reader insert