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peach-and-bugs · 1 year

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💜 Passing Notes - Agatha Harkness xfem!Reader (she/they pronouns)💜

Modern High school teacher AU

Ch 21 💜Bonus chapter💜Ch 22

(18+ Chapter, Minors DNI, you will be blocked)

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Summary: y/n had no intention of becoming a Westview resident again, but here they are, moving into their parents’ old home and taking a job as an English teacher at their old high school. While these sudden changes hadn’t been part of y/n’s life plan, what they really didn’t expect was to come face to face with the former graduate that her Musical performances had always been compared to during high school, Agatha Harkness. They also didn’t expect this older woman to take such an interest in her, despite y/n distant demeanor. (Two former Westview leading ladies turned high school teachers develop an interesting relationship over their first school year together)

Warnings: ✨smut✨it's just smut. (vaginal fingering; R receiving, some minor oral fixation and minor swearing) (18+, Minors DNI, you will be blocked)

Word count: 1,869

A/N: well, hello again! it's been a minute, hasn't it? but I'm back for the moment! I've been taking some time to prioritize school and my friends, but I promise I haven't forgotten about you or our lovely Agatha. at the very least, I refuse to leave this fic unfinished, so here's to getting things back on track! As always, feel free to leave questions or thoughts in my comments or ask box, and happy reading! 💜

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There was a sparkling eagerness in Agatha’s eye as she shut her front door behind you to resume previous activities. After a flurry of stumbling to remove shoes and coats, hands wrapped around your shoulders and the small of your back, attaching to you like vines around a tree as she squeezed. She began leaving sloppy kisses on your neck to replace the ones you'd wiped away on the ride home. You gripped her shoulders tight, shutting your eyes as you took in a shivered breath through your teeth. It was clear that her foreplay in the dressing room had only been the first level of her potential.

As she kissed you in the entryway of her home, you were consumed by her intoxicating electricity that made your head spin. Only a few thoughts could slither through your mind, and you realized only now that Agatha had time to plan this. She was always calculated and prepared. She had the time to plan out every movement, every stroke, and every breath that she’d pull from you. She was going to work you till she’d had her fill, and you couldn't be happier.

She moved you backward, your shoulders slumping against the wall as she moved from your puffy lips back down to your throat. Her teeth had begun scrapping at your skin, elating a delicious sting that faded as soon as it arrived. She had you weak in the knees, and if she didn't get you upstairs now, she was going to have to carry you herself. But you had no doubts she would be against that idea. Your breath had quickened and you squeezed your eyes (and coincidently your thighs) tightly shut as you tightened your grip on her hair and her shoulder. You heard her hiss as you inadvertently tugged her scalp, but the noise was promptly followed by an electrifying sucking feeling against your neck followed by the smooth, soothing feeling of her tongue.

“Agathaaaa,” you said in a voice that came out as more of a whine than you intended. You'd leaned forward, your forehead against Agatha’s shoulder, your nose brushing against her neck now. You felt rather than heard the groan in her throat just before she nodded, pulling just far enough from you to guide your upstairs.

She let you lead her into the bedroom by her hand after ascending the stairs and shut the door behind her. Turning towards you once more, you would have expected her to pounce, but instead, she’d momentarily returned to a rather gentle, sentimental state. Her hands found your cheeks, guiding your forehead to rest against hers. You warped your arms around her middle, fingertips gently scratching at her back. She shut her eyes and took in a long breath.

“You’ll tell me what you want, right?” she asked rather quietly. You stalled for a moment before nodding. “And you’ll tell me to stop when you need me to,” she asked. You nodded again.

“I’ll tell you loud and clear,” you murmured, adjusting to moving your hand over her ear, tucking hair beyond it, and dragging the pads of your fingertips over the apple of her cheek. She opened her eyes and smiled once more. She leaned up and kissed your hairline before her gaze returned to yours.

“I just needed to be sure,” her smile returned, bright and wide like the Cheshire she was as she turned, her hands running down your arms as she backed away from you, teasing and guiding you up the stairs. You followed with no hesitation and once the door of the bedroom was shut behind you she was on you again. She pulled you forward as she backed up, falling onto the bed with a satisfied moan reverberating from her throat. You’d never imagined Agatha would be all that vocal in bed, but something about her adamant eagerness elated something very strong from you, making your skin hot with anticipation.

She had you straddle her waist, making it easy to push her back to the bed and unbutton her blouse. She stalled for a moment, eyes flickering between your hands and the satisfied grin on your lips as you momentarily took control of her. You revealed the black lace braw under her top and just as your hand was about to skim over her obscenely soft skin, she took your wrist in her grip. You furrowed your brow, ready to protest, but she shooshed you, cooing as she kissed your knuckles.

“Angel, I don't know how much longer I can handle not having you tight around my fingers, so if we can please move things along, I think that we’d both appreciate it,” your eyes widened and you felt as though your ears must be steaming with the imagery that flashed through your mind. Agatha seemed to get the message as she grinned again, sitting up on her elbows as she indeed her chin, wordlessly asking you to scooch.

You did as she asked and found yourself pressed into the pillows of Agatha’s bed as she scaled over you. Her blouse was still left open, only held together by a few buttons at the bottom. You watched with anticipation as her breasts moved up and down with each breath she took. Once above you, she nudged your attention back to her eyes with her pointer finger under your chin.

“I never knew you found them so distracting,” she commented with a satisfied hum. “Maybe I should start wearing more lowcut v-necks,” you smiled and began to laugh, parting your lips for your own retort, but whatever words were on your tongue were quickly made incoherent as Agatha attacked your collarbone while one of her hands wandered up under the sweater you still had on. Her hands were cold against your burning skin, sending a cascade of goosebumps over your chest as she dipped into your bra cup.

Her fingertips began to squeeze and toy with your chest, testing the waters of your pleasure with curiosity. While it was quite enjoyable, you began to squirm under her. The image of her dipping down to the heat building just below still burned into your mind as she kept at your neck. You let go of a strangled moan from frustration that had Agatha arching her brow and leaning back ever so slightly. You bit your lip, squeezing your knees together under her form and you sighed as she smiled.

“What happened to ‘moving thing’s along’?” you murmured, reaching up to pull her head back down, bringing her lips against your own while simultaneously taking her free hand and guiding it to the button of your slacks. Her fingers fumbled for a moment too long and you took control, brushing her away as you continued to kiss her, biting her lip as you undid the button and zipper for her. You felt her brow scrunch and she pulled away from your lips with a huff of breath that fanned over your nose.

“I don’t know if I like you doing all my work for me,” she murmured. You scrunched your nose as you laughed.

“You're taking too long. I’m ready to get the job done myself if I-” you cut yourself off with a strangled moan from surprise as her fingertips rather roughly dipped into your underwear, gliding past your clit as she assessed the situation, shall we say. She began to slowly circle, watching your brow tighten as your eyes screwed shut at every stroke. You heard her hum against your ear as your fingertips dug into her curls, tugging with a delicious sting to her scalp.

She dipped into you ever so slightly, teasing you with a pleased expression on her face. You grit your teeth as you waited, but groaned with relief as the pad of the thumb inched inward, finding your clit and applying the perfect gage of pressure as her two fingers finally glided in. she started out slow, as though she was still testing what was right, but quickly found a nice rhythm of swirling her thumb along with curling her fingers in and up that had you squeezing your eyes tight and making the most pleasant sounds she could never have fully imagined conjuring (and trust me, she’d imagined it).

“You’re doing an amazing job,” she purred, leaning forward to brush her nose against your jaw as she placed warm, wet kisses as she pumped in and out. “Maybe I’ll give you one of those gold star stickers I have on my desk when I’m finished with you,” she teased, her teeth biting down on the skin of your ear as she chuckled. Part of you wanted to scold her for the comment, but the other, more devious part that was absolutely devouring the affection she was giving you reluctantly let out a throaty moan as you buried your face in her chest as she shifted to lay beside you, her hand remaining deep in its place as she pushed knuckle deep into you.

Her pace quickened and you felt that star-striking pressure begin to properly build in your stomach, ready for you to burst. In a desperate attempt to thank her prematurely, you pulled her neck toward you, forcing sloppy kisses on her untouched skin. You absently added your teeth to the mix as you began to squeeze around her and the most gorgeous moan of pleasure escaped her chest. The vibrations of it against your lips were enough to send you over the edge in her arms and you let go of a pitched whine, hot and ready against her skin as you came down hard on her fingers.

You felt dizzy and kept your eyes shut tight as she pulled you down, her free hand brushing away the sweaty bits of hair that clung to your forehead. She pulled out slowly and you let go of another, more pitiful whine that had her chuckling softly under her breath as she kissed your cheek, your eyes fluttering open.

“That alright?” she asked you when you could focus on her again. Your eyes wandered to her hand, which she was moving to wipe on the blanket beside her. You reached out your hand, gesturing to her. She gave the appendage to you with a questioning look, and without much warning, you took the digits between your lips, slowly swirling your tongue around them as you tested the fruit of her labors. Her eyes widened and she might have even begun to blush, but it was hard to say with the minimal light in the room. You hadn’t bothered to properly turn all the lights on upon your arrival. There had been more pressing matters at hand, clearly.

“Well, now I’m jealous,” she said, propping her head up on her elbow. You arched a brow, letting her take her fingers back. “I didn’t get a chance to taste you,” she stated bluntly. You laughed, scooting forward to kiss the pulse point under her neck.

“We’ve got plenty of time if you'd like a sample,” you murmured against your skin. She felt her shiver eagerly under your touch and knew you were in for it again now.

#marvel fanfic #agatha harkness x reader #agatha x reader #agatha harkness #passing notes agatha x fem!reader #history teacher agatha #teacher x teacher au #highschool teacher au #agatha harkness x female reader #agatha harkness x you

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hijacksecrets · 1 year

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A convo between @alterkaetion and I after I did the Alice and Wonderland AU and having it be a school play, when I had the idea that Jack made Hiccup audition for fun and Hiccup accidentally fell into the lead role, Kae told me about a VERY HILARIOUS story from her highschool where she had to flirt and dance with her crush on stage and I HAD to Hijack it. :3c

#toothiana is indeed the theater teacher LOL #hijack #my art #hiccup httyd #my stuff #how to train your dragon #rise of the guardians #jack frost #frostcup #jackycup #highschool AU

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elliart7 · 1 year

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*vibrating at high frequencies as I ponder AU Max’s highly complex grief process*

(Originally posted on my Instagram)

#fun fact my highschool art teacher commented on this all like ‘’wow great lighting! such technical!’’#and I’m just like ‘’I know what you are 👁️👁️’’#elliartpost #sam and max #freelance husbands #angst #the devils playhouse #sam and max 305 #sam and max au #comic #art #my art #fanart #mama bosco #the city that dares not sleep #sammymacks

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skyward-floored · 10 months

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OKAY ITS DONE here, Incredibles au thing that got way too long, and I had to force myself not to add more. It was supposed to be just a short little sickfic darnit. Takes place maybe year after Lost Time, but it doesn’t have much to do with it. That’s just where things are time-wise XD

Minor warning for some throwing up, it’s not graphic, but it’s there.

Ao3 link

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Warriors covered his mouth as he let out a huge yawn, absently pouring cereal into his bowl while he listened to the rain patter relentlessly against the window.

Being forced to get up so early for school was an absolute crime in his opinion. He didn’t really mind getting up on the earlier end of things, but it was barely even light outside, not to mention a dreary, wet sort of day that nobody should have to go out in.

Warriors wished it was an actual crime. Then he’d have an excuse to do something about it.

“I won’t be here when you guys get home from school, I’ve got patrol and a double-shift,” Time apologized as he walked past the table, grabbing a bag with his lunch in it as he pulled on his coat. “If you need anything after school you can ask Gaepora, okay? And if anything serious happens—”

“Don’t worry about it Time, we’ll be fine,” Warriors said with a wave. He’d been so clingy since Majora. “You better go before you’re late.”

Time sighed, and made the expression Warriors knew was him checking his internal clock. “I know, I know. I’ll see you at dinner, have an uneventful day at school,” Time teased, and ruffled Warriors’ hair all over the place before heading out the door.

Warriors grumbled as the door shut, spending the next several minutes smoothing his hair back down. He then went back to eating his cereal and staring mindlessly at the puzzle on the back of the box, koroks smiling as they danced around a word search.

Nothing like a dumb puzzle and cold cereal to get the brain going for the day.

The words had all been found but one (he couldn’t find crispy anywhere, which was ironic, because his cereal hadn’t been crispy even before he’d dumped the milk on it), and Warriors was about to see what had happened to his brother when a creak above him signaled Sky finally getting out of bed.

Cutting it a little close, Warriors thought as he glanced at the clock. Sky was a sleepy guy, but he was usually up before now. They’d have to rush to make it to the bus stop on time.

Sky trailed down the stairs as Warriors grabbed his backpack and boots, wings dragging behind him as he yawned.

“Grab an apple or something Sky, we need to go,” he said, pulling his scarf over his shoulders, and Sky mumbled a reply, stifling a cough in his arm.

Warriors paused at the lackluster response, and watched as Sky grabbed a handful of cereal, nibbling on it as he slowly retracted his wings and pulled down his shirt. He movements were slow as he began pulling on his rain gear, and Warriors raised an eyebrow.

“You good Sky?” he asked, giving him a suspicious look.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” Sky answered, with a bright smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Just... just tired. I didn’t sleep the best.”

Warriors looked him over again, noticing that Sky’s normal eye bags were darker than normal, and how his face looked a little pale. It might have been Warriors’ imagination, but he thought he might have been shaking a little as well, and as he stared, Sky sneezed harshly into his arm.

“Gesundheit. Sky are you sure you’re okay? You... could always stay home,” Warriors suggested, but Sky shook his head, slipping on his own boots and backpack.

“I’m fine Wars, I’m not staying home because I didn’t sleep enough,” he scoffed lightheartedly. “Quit worrying, ‘m fine.”

Warriors met his gaze, and Sky met it in turn, the look in his eyes almost daring him to keep pressing the issue. But Warriors couldn’t really prove anything, and without Time as backup, there was no way he’d be able to get Sky to stay at home, even with his growing suspicion that there was something wrong further than too little sleep.

“...if you’re sure,” Warriors finally said, still feeling suspicious.

“Positive,” Sky assured, then gave him a smile as he walked past him out the door into the chilly, wet morning.

Warriors watched him go, then followed afterwards, a lump of worry settling into his gut.

(...)

Warriors and Sky didn’t share many morning classes, so once they got to school, Warriors spent most of his time worrying about him from a distance, trying to catch glances of him in the hall, and debating if his worry was really justified.

After all, Sky sometimes just didn’t sleep well. He had nightmares the same as Warriors did, and sometimes they were bad enough to keep him up at night. A singular sneeze and a few unsteady movements really weren’t a sign of anything wrong.

There really was no reason for him to still be worrying over Sky, and by the time lunch had rolled around, Warriors had mostly silenced the little voice in his head that was fretting.

Until he actually saw Sky, anyways.

Warriors caught sight of his brother from across the room, and froze, entirely forgetting about the growling in his stomach. Sky looked absolutely awful from where Warriors could see him sitting, paler than this morning and quite obviously not touching his lunch. The worry roared back to life in Warriors’ stomach, and he slipped past the crowds of people in the cafeteria and joined his side.

Sky was arguing with Sun over something, and didn’t notice him walk up, until Warriors touched his shoulder anyways. Then he startled and looked over, and Warriors grew even more worried.

Up close he could see Sky’s cheeks were flushed, in stark contrast to the pallid tone of the rest of his face. He was noticeably trembling now, and Warriors grabbed his arm, giving him an intent look.

“Sky, you look terrible,” he said worriedly, and Sky frowned.

“Gee, thanks,” he grumbled, looking annoyed. “Everybody keeps saying that.”

“Probably because you look like death warmed over,” Sun said from next to him, her face full of worry. “Seriously Sky, it couldn’t hurt to have the nurse check you out, right?”

“I said I’m fine,” Sky said shortly, and poked at his sandwich a bit.

“I think Sun is right,” Warriors replied, then tried to tug Sky to his feet. “We should go see the nurse.”

“I’m fine Wars, how many times do I have to say it?” Sky said sourly, but Warriors could hear the rasp in it now, and the lump of worry in his stomach grew.

“Sky, you’ve been looking worse and worse all day,” Sun said, getting to her feet as well, “I really think you should go see the nurse. Now.”

“I think so too,” said one of the other people at the table, an older boy named Pipit. The girl next to him nodded as well. “Sky, you look awful.”

“I’m fine!” Sky snapped, then immediately looked ashamed at the outburst, turning away from the table with his arms crossed tightly over his stomach. “Seriously guys, just leave me alone, I’m okay,” he mumbled, and Warriors exchanged looks with Sun.

He carefully extended a hand and placed on Sky’s forehead, his stomach falling at the heat radiating off of it. Sky looked even shakier than he had been now that he was standing up, and Warriors decided that enough was enough.

“Sky, you need to see the nurse, you’re burning up,” he said firmly, and began to tug him away.

Sky tugged back though, and Warriors was surprised at how strong his grip was despite how much his hand was shaking.

“No I don’t,” Sky bit back, and Sun stood up as well.

The rest of the people at the table they’d been sitting at were staring openly now as Warriors tried to tug Sky away, but his brother was putting up quite the struggle despite how awful he looked.

“Sky please,” Sun begged, going to Warriors’ side and helping him pull at their stubborn friend. “We’re worried about you, you almost fell over earlier in Science! Can you just—”

“Hey Sun!”

“Oh not now,” Sun groaned under her breath as a boy with large red hair sauntered up to their table, trailed by two other boys.

Groose, the most annoying person in the entire school in Warriors’ opinion, took in the scene with his hands on his hips, eyes trailing over Warriors and Sun with their arms on Sky, who was shivering openly now and looking less pale and more green.

He burst into mocking laughter.

“What the heck are you losers doing now?” Groose snorted, and jabbed Sky in the chest. “Looks like little Sky isn’t doing so hot, huh? He need some chicken soup and a kiss on the forehead to feel all better?”

Groose smirked down at Sky as his lackeys laughed, but it was at that moment that Sky lost the battle against his body.

He put a hand to his mouth, and Warriors barely had time to figure out what was about to happen and get out of the way before Sky lurched over and emptied out everything that was in his stomach... right on to Groose’s shoes.

There was a split second of silence as shock passed over Groose’s face, his eyes wide as he stared down at his ruined sneakers.

And then the cafeteria broke into pandemonium as Groose began yelling, his lackeys jumping backwards with disgusted looks on their faces. Kids were hollering at the sight and those that hadn’t seen were trying to figure out what had happened, and at least one adult was yelling for order. But Warriors’ focus was solely on Sky, who was shivering so hard it looked like he was about to collapse where he was still bent over.

Sun handed him a napkin to wipe off his mouth with, and Warriors put an arm on his shoulder again and attempted to steer him out of the cafeteria, Sun doing the same on his other side.

There was so much going on it was difficult to make any headway though, people pointing and worrying and laughing at what had happened. Right as Warriors was about to start shoving people, a larger hand settled on Sky’s back, and steered all three of them out into the hallway.

Warriors looked up to see Mr. Owlan, one of the teachers Sun’s father worked with, who was looking at the three of them with a concerned expression.

“Mr. Owlan? Why aren’t you at the high school?” Sun asked confusedly, and the teacher hummed.

“I was here to substitute for the morning, one of the science teachers is sick. I suppose it’s a good thing I stayed for lunch,” he said as he looked at the three of them.

Warriors swallowed. “We weren’t trying to do anything except get Sky to come see the nurse,” he quickly explained, and Owlan nodded.

“I’m aware. You three weren’t exactly being quiet. I was actually about to come over before Sky... gave us a very good reason for why he needs to go to the nurse.”

Sky moaned a little, and Owlan’s face softened as he studied him, placing a wrist on his forehead and frowning when he noticed him shivering.

“I’ll call your brother and see about getting Sky home. He—”

“He’s working, you won’t be able to reach him,” Warriors interrupted, then winced slightly at Owlan’s expression. Time would be on patrol about now, and Warriors didn’t want Owlan to call him and be treated to the sound of his older brother beating up bank robbers or something.

Their teacher lowered his arm from Sky’s forehead, and leveled Warriors with a raised eyebrow.

“He’s completely unavailable?” he asked in a disapproving voice.

“Yes, but we live next door, my father can come and take him home,” Sun quickly put in. Owlan blinked at her earnest expression, then chuckled a bit.

“That certainly sounds like your father. In that case, I’ll go call him and see about getting Sky picked up,” he directed at Sun and Warriors, and they nodded as he folded his hands behind his back. “In the meantime, I think you two should take him to the nurse’s office. He can rest there until he can be picked up.”

“Thank you Mr. Owlan,” Sun said politely, and Warriors gently tugged Sky away, Owlan turning and heading for his office.

Warriors and Sun guided Sky down the hall and towards the nurse’s office, the hallways feeling strangely quiet after the cacophony of the lunchroom. It wasn’t until they reached the door of the nurse’s office that Sky finally spoke, and when he did, his voice was small and embarrassed.

“I really thought I could make it through the day,” Sky whispered, and Sun gave him a look.

“I don’t know how,” she said with an eye roll, but gave Sky’s arm a warm squeeze as they went inside. “How are you feeling Sky? Really feeling?”

Warriors watched Sky as they sat down on a bench inside the office, his brother hesitating. But after a moment his shoulders slumped in defeat, and he rubbed a hand against his face.

“...Pretty bad,” he murmured finally. “I just feel... dizzy. And achy, kind of. Stomach hurts.”

“Are you going to be sick again?” Warriors asked quietly, and Sky gave him a tiny shrug.

“Not right this second,” he mumbled, looking miserable. Warriors frowned, and looked around for anyone coming before coating his hand in just a bit of ice, resting it on Sky’s forehead.

Sky leaned into the touch with a sigh, and Sun squeezed his arm before getting up and going down the hall to get Sky some water. In the meantime, Warriors and Sky waited in silence for the nurse to finish whatever it was she was doing and see them.

Warriors couldn’t help but watch Sky as they waited, a faint look of discomfort on his brother’s face. His raspy breathing seemed louder in the quiet of the office, and Warriors held back a sigh as Sky coughed.

So much for an uneventful day at school.

“Why didn’t you want to just stay home, Sky? It would’ve been okay,” he asked quietly. Sky looked down at his feet, not replying for several moments.

“I didn’t want to bother Time,” he whispered. “You and him have done so much for me, and he would have had to stay home and you’ve been dealing with a lot lately, I...”

He shook his head, and coughed into his arm.

“...I didn’t want to add to it,” he mumbled.

“Time wouldn’t have minded, Sky,” Warriors said gently, and Sky kept looking at his feet. “We’re your family you know, we take care of each other. Even if it means missing a day or two of work.”

“His work is important,” Sky mumbled, and Warriors squeezed his arm.

“So are you, Sky.”

His brother swallowed again, but didn’t resist when Warriors tugged him over to lean on his shoulder.

Sun came back with a cup of water for him only moments later, and Sky gladly rinsed out his mouth. Warriors thought he looked a better after sipping the rest, a little less sickly-looking and pale. Though that might have just been the lighting in the room.

“You know, I feel a little bad for Groose, but... his face was pretty funny, wasn’t it,” Sun said after a minute, her lip twitching.

“He’s going to be so mad the next time he sees us,” Warriors replied with a held-back snicker, mind flashing back to Groose’s expression of utter shock.

“I’m never gonna hear the end of it,” Sky groaned. Warriors looked over at him, but Sky was smirking, a glint in his eye. “I just hope he doesn’t make me buy him new shoes.”

Warriors let out a snort, and he and Sun both broke into laughter, Sky joining them after only a moment.

All three were still laughing when the nurse finally came out to see them.

#Warriors on the phone later: hey Time remember when you said to have an uneventful day?#Time already sprinting towards the school: WHAT DID YOU DO #linked universe fanfic #lu Sky #lu time #lu warriors #lu sun #writing from the floor #incredibles au #incredibles au fic #watch me fake my way through writing about public school hee hee #Gaepora and the other sksw guys are highschool teachers and this is only middle school #and I know Owlan is probably his first name but i had to make it work alright #sky’s still struggling not to feel like a burden #he feels like more of a problem then he’s worth sometimes #Warriors is working on it

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orange-catsidy · 1 year

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#mcmg #alex shelley #chris sabin #my gifs #literally highschool teachers au #tna

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a-wolfs-bad-moon-rising · 1 year

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Modern Teacher Buddha x Depressed Student Reader

I can’t even remember what day it is. Yes I can, it’s Wednesday. I just don’t care. I don’t really want the weekend to come. I hate school at the same time like being here over home. I had friends, but they didn’t understand. I started feeling bad years ago, so they haven’t noticed I’ve been off for so long. My parents of course just think it’s my age. And maybe it is. Well not mostly that’s for sure. Yeah the anxiety and worsening body image probably didn’t help. But I know it was before that. I am so bubbly at school though.

Sometimes I wanna kick myself for saying ‘I’m fine’ or ‘I’m doing well!’ whenever someone asks me how I’m doing. Like no I’m not. And sometimes I just wanna stop and say ‘You know what I’m not fine’

I just want to cry and get it all out. But I don’t. I just carry on. School, home, some after school or weekend stuff. It all blurs. Sometimes I feel my best in my religions class. It’s an elective I had to take because I waited too long to select my classes and all the other ones were closed. Even if I don’t really care what we’re learning that day, I love my teacher. Buddha we call him but his last name is Mr. Guatama. He’s just such an interesting teacher. He’s so casual and laid back. Sometimes honestly he’s a little lazy about his teaching, but I love his class so much I don’t care. He’s so friendly to me. One time I took some candy off his desk from this bowl he had and he came in and IMMEDIATELY noticed it was gone. He threated to give us a quiz and give us all F’s for it if no one came forward.

I was really surprised the next day I came in and my grade was a lot lower. So after school I went and bought him a bag of candy and kept it in my bag until everyone left. Then I went up to his desk. I can still remember the conversation.

‘M-Mr. Guatama?’ He usually didn’t make me nervous because he was so nice but the fact he actually punished everyone, I thought he was really mad. He looked up at me his eyes a little confused. I kept to myself a lot and didn’t usually talk in class unless he forced me.

‘Yes (Y/N)?’ He asked. I held up the bag and looked away.

‘I b-bought you some new candy, because I took yours yesterday.’ The other part was barely audible.

I think he actually forgot about it because he didn’t get it at first and looked at me up and down. Then it clicked.

‘Ohhhh it was YOU?!’ He said in his loud voice. I nodded

‘I’m sorry I thought it was for everyone. I didn’t mean to’ I said sheepishly. He laughed

‘Oh my dear I forgot about that’ He laughed again ‘You could’ve gone the whole year and I never would have caught on.’

I tilted my head at him.

‘But you said you’d fail us and then our grades were lower today.’ Now he looked confused.

‘Eh?’ He went through his computer and after a few clicks he said ‘Ah here you are.’ He looked for a few seconds and then looked back at me taking his glasses off.

‘Oh you forgot to turn in three assignments’ He said.

I deadpanned. ‘Oh…..’ He erupted again laughing and wiped his eyes.

‘(Y/N) I WISH I could do that.’ He kept on

‘Thank you for the candy I do appreciate it,’ I felt my heart swell, ‘Here y’know what just turn in what you missed and I’ll fix your grade it’ll be like nothing happened.’ He said smiling and I got all flustered.

‘Thank you I’ll do that tonight!’ I told him

‘Alright get on home then’. He said, giving me a wink. I blushed and ran out muttering another goodbye. From that day on, he would target me. Sometimes embarrass me in class but never in a way that humiliated me. And he’d say hi to me in the hall. It felt nice having that.

Whenever he was eating the candy I bought him, he’d give me an ‘angry’ stare and eat carefully.

Yeah his class helped a lot with what I was going though. I needed more of that comfort. Sometimes I wanted to go to him and spill my guts to him.

I just felt so much at ease and my anxiety would dissipate when I was in his class. I wanted a dad like him.

Things were getting worse lately and it made my mood more depressed. I dragged my feet more. My focus was bad and if I did talk it sounded dull. I didn’t think anyone noticed, I barely felt like I was there.

Today was the worst and I couldn’t hide anything. In Buddha’s class, I sat with my head in my hand barely keeping up. I don’t think I heard a word of what he said. Which was surprising. I hadn’t seen it but he kept looking worriedly at me all class long. He also didn’t poke fun at me. No one really noticed because he poked fun at a lot of people. When class dismissed I stood up and trudged towards the door. I was moving slowly, even packing up my bag so everyone was almost out.

A hand clamped on my shoulder. I jumped at the contact and faced Buddha. He looked shocked at my violent reaction and moved to shut the door. He pulled a chair next to his desk.

‘Sit down.’ He said softly. I perked up at this, he usually spoke so boldly, I never heard him sound so…careful.

I sat down and dropped my bag to the floor. I felt awkward looking at him.

‘(Y/N) are you okay?’ I looked at him for a bit, I was shocked he paid that much attention.

‘Just all week you looked so quiet and upset. I always thought you were shy, but you look exhausted.’ He said. I opened and closed my mouth. I felt the tears coming but I held out.

‘And I just touched your shoulder and you looked so frightened I didn’t expect such a bad reaction.’

‘T-There’s just a lot.’ I started. ‘I d-don’t know how to…how to explain it, I’m. I’m just uh, going through a hard time.’ I looked away from him. I turned my head up to stop the tears for a moment. I didn’t know what else to do.

He put his hand on my knee and I jumped again. He pulled back. He looked really upset himself.

Then he put his hand back on my knee and said. ‘I’m sorry’ Right then I felt like he understood.

‘You can always talk to me.’ He said never looking away.

‘Really?’

‘Of course’

‘Even right now?’ He nodded at me and squeezed my knee. And then I began

For a bit I tried dancing around what I really meant, but he connected the dots and asked me the truth. I told him. I told him so much and God the more I said the more my heart felt free and less heavy. I held in so much for God only knows how long and he listened to every word. Every now and then he said he was sorry or squeezed my knee again.

Then I started crying. My voice kept quivering but until the end I held my tears back. Then the shame kicked in and I stopped talking and cried into my hands.

He stood abruptly and pulled me up. I still didn’t look at him as he pulled me into a hug. He held me against him, one hand rubbing my back the other holding my head. After a while I moved my hands from my eyes and hugged him back. I kept crying into his shirt. Then he kissed my head. And I stopped crying. He did it a couple more times until I calmed down. When He pulled away to look at me I could barely look back.

‘(Y/N), you’re a smart, beautiful, young woman. And all that you went through just makes you stronger. Please don’t hold back you can vent to me whenever you need it.’ I nodded at him and wiped my nose. I panicked when I saw the mess I left on his shirt.

‘I’m so sorry!’ I felt so guilty

‘Oh don’t be’ He was trying to reassure me

‘I’ve had worse squirted on me.’ We were both quiet for a second.

‘Okay FUCK that came out wrong.’ And I laughed. Hard. He looked at me surprised.

‘You have such a cute laugh when it’s genuine.’ He commented. I blushed at him.

‘Thank you Buddha.’ I said. Now he really laughed at me.

‘Whaaat?’ He asked. I blushed again.

‘That’s what you call me that’s great.’ I laughed with him. Then I got a little sad.

‘I guess I should go home now.’ I said he looked at me empathetically.

‘I’m always here for you (Y/N).’ He told me hugging me again.

‘Promise?’

‘I promise’

~~~~~Time Skip~~~~~~

‘Omg omg omg omgggg!!!’ I exclaimed running up to Buddha. I jumped onto him and hugged him. He chuckled.

‘Good news?’

‘The best!’ He waited for me to answer.

‘I got into my first choice college!’ I was so excited. He spun me around

‘Ayyyye I knew you could do it.’ It was him though, he helped me boost my grades and with applications and gave me constant reassurance. He had given me his number so I could text him when I needed him.

‘I need to pack, I need to get my books I need to BUY BED CURTAINS.’ I spoke dramatically He laughed at me.

‘(Y/N) it’s not until the fall calm down’ He said ruffling my hair. I smiled up at him.

‘Thank you so much’

‘It was all you.’

‘But I needed your help’ I told him.

‘Promise you’ll come visit me?’ I asked looking up at him.

He smiled.

‘I promise’

#buddha x reader #fiction #modern record or ragnarok #ror #shuumatsu no valkyrie #teacher buddha #student reader #highschool au #buddhaxreader

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shabeeboothedrawingender · 7 days

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I was sat in class and I had the thought of "School AU, but Egos are teachers in a highschool" and here I am. But uh, the Colonel, or should I say, the Coach.

#markiplier egos #markiplier #alternate universe #markiplier fanart #actor mark #actor!mark #wkm actor mark #darkiplier #markiplier wilford #wkm #school au #highschool au #teacher au

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fluesterscherben · 1 month

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Headcanons/Thoughts about a Fem!WWX/ Yiling Matriarch AU

If Wei Ying is a woman, then so is Jiang Cheng. I don't make the rules.

That means someone else has to be the heir, so obviously Jiang Yanli is a man in this universe. The dynamic doesn't change much (shige is just as caring and just as good at making soup and parenting his menaces as shijie was, a'Ying is just as chaotic and a free spirit as a'Xian and a'Cheng is still angry and jealous and prickly) but it does a tiny bit, because a male Jiang Yanli has a lot more responsibility on his shoulders and a female Jiang Cheng as a bit less of it, because she isn't the heir (but she's still her mother's daughter, so...only a bit.) Jiang Yanli has eldest daughter syndrome in any universe.

Madam Yu is a tiny bit less hostile than in canon, because yeah, she still thinks that girl is her husband's bastard, but even if she was recognized Wei Ying couldn't be a threat to the position of Madam Yu's son. So she's still pissed, but a tiny bit less.

Jin Zixuan is a woman and has three younger sisters. Why? Because a male heir was needed and her parents had to keep trying. Unfortunatly Jin Guangshan seems incapeable of having legitimate sons. (Meng Yao is still male. And Qin Su is male too, for hilarity's sake. - all of Jin Guangshan's bastards are sons and two of them are older than his eldest legitimate daughter.) That makes Jin Zixun the heir to Lanling Jin.

Nie Mingjue is a woman. She runs the Nie Clan with an iron fist, officially as her brother's regent. A lady of war, brandishing a blade red like the blood it has spilled. (Her brother doesn't want to inherit. He wants to lounge around like a wet blanket and paint dainty things forever! Why couldn't he have been born a younger sister to an older brother, he laments to his friends. Embroidery and accounting and getting married off far away from where he has to do saber practice every day sounds like a dream actually! "Poor a'Sang! You would have been such a good little sister!", Wei Ying coos dramatically. "Suck it up, Huaisang.", Jiang Cheng grumbles, "And don't you dare cry into my robes, that's silk you fucking heathen.")

Lan Xichen is the heir to Gusu Lan. He loves his little sister dearly and would do just about everything to ensure her hapiness. Yes, even argue with the clan elders. Just a tiny bit. His aunt is completely done with his behaviour. (Not that she's any better.)

Acting Sect Leader of the Gusu Lan is Teacher Lan, the Sect Leader's younger sister. Yes, Fem!Lan Qiren. Sue me. It's mostly because the Lan seperate male and female students, and for me that means that there must also be a division between male and female teachers. So to teach Wei Ying and hate her on sight Lan Qiren has to be a woman. Sorry, not sorry.

Lan Zhan is the first daughter and second child of the Lan Clan main family line. Nothing really changes about her other than her adopting a'Yuan causing a much larger scandal (because unmarried woman suddenly has a child is much worse than unmarried man suddenly has a child, duh).

Nie Huaisang befriends the Lotus Pier girls when Wei Ying sneaks into the men's part of the Cloud Recesses one night out of curiosity and runs into him while he's being a tortured artist (read: drawing filthy porn outside by flickering candlelight because his roommates are asleep).

After the destruction of Lotus Pier Jin Guangshan offers the Jiang support - if Jiang Yanli marries into the Jin Clan, effectively making Yunmeng Jiang a part of the Jin sect. The marriage happens, but Jiang Cheng takes over as Leader of Lotus Pier to keep it independent. (Nie Huaisang volunteers to marry into her family and support her because he's turning twenty soon and he really doesn't want to be sect leader. His a'Jie vetoes it.)

Jin Guangshan marries one of his daughters to a male Qin Su, knowing full well that the boy might be his son. The newly named Jin Guangyao is in charge of wedding preparations. He is the one Madam Qin tells to stop the wedding. Obviously he doesn't.

Mo Xuanyu is still a man (very short from malnorishment and with a very feminine face, but still a man) . He apologizes for that fact quite a lot in his notes when he offers his body to the Yiling Matriarch.

The Junior Quartet consists of a Lan boy, a Lan girl who doesn't give a flying fuck about the fact that the rules say she should be on an all girls team, the heir to Lanling Jin and the heir to Baling Ouyang.

#mdzs #mdzs au #genderswap au #headcanons #a lot of unstructured thoughts #ideas #fem!wei wuxian #and a lot of other people also swap #but i'm far too lazy to tag them all #au #fem!jiang cheng is the embodyment of feminine rage #fem!lan quiren is that one old lady teacher everyone was terrified of in highschool #bratty rich girl fem!jin zixuan #at the beginning that is #male jiang yanli is still an angel #fem!nie mingjue is a girlboss #i just love these idiots a lot if you can't tell

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(Prompt, Crossover College Student) Goten is flirting with Professor Kawasaki, who is flustered because of the bikini, but also her handsome stud being this forward. She will try to deny him that they won't kiss, but that is clear bull, since she is making out with him while in the water.Sadayo is worried about getting caught, but Goten suaves his way to continue making out with his hot teacher. Rias in the meanwhile is recording this, already thinking how she can have fun with this. (2Koma, Public Affection Display, Recording)

"You look so damn deliciously sexy in that bikini, Sadayo-Chan~ Sexy enough for a kiss~!"

Professor Sadayo Kawasaki cheeks turned red, from mixture of being in this embarassing bikini swimsuit and Goten being aggressively forward toward her.

"Mr.Son. I am your elder and teacher. And not some harlot you can woe with your...."

X-xx-X

"Mmmmm~!"

Rias soft pink lips curled into a devilish (pun very much intended) as she captured the sight of Professor Kawakami making out with her kohai Son Goten in the waters, hidden away from the public eye and yet not to her eyes...or the eyes of her camera which was filming them.

"You are certainly fast in your action, Goten-Kun~?"

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kakusu-shipping · 5 days

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Finally... S/I lore built completely off a friend's S/I... I have peaked. Jade the Dragon (MLP version) is @delightfuldevin's S/I. Thanks again for letting me use you as a building block for this one!!

I've actually had a concept of a Dragon S/I for MLP for a long time. I thought the concept that Dragons grow based on their hoard was fascinating and though what would happen if a Dragon had nothing? And also sense Twilight had to hatch a Dragon Egg for her Magic exam, did other students do the same? What happened to those dragons?

This is just the combination of those two concepts.

Most dragons have Something. The first thing they are given is their name, usually dragons are named after something precious and hoard worthy, hoping starting with something so precious would lead them to greatness in their futures.

The student who hatched Emile didn't give him a name, or anything really. They weren't friends. To them, Emile was just a pair of claws that could write and hold things. To Emile, the Student was his boss. They were co-workers at most.

Eventually, this student flunked out of Celestia's magic school, leaving Emile no where else to go. He was around 13 at this time, still without a name or anything else one may consider a hoard, and still the size of a child.

Princess Celestia ended up offering him a job, sense he stuck around and wandered aimlessly without the student to tell him what to do. He worked as Celestia's right hoof, like a Dragon would to a magic student. He wrote her letters and retrieved her books. She didn't need him, and he knew that, but Emile was never one to ask for much of anything, so he worked for the Princess without a word of resistance.

Working for the Princess came with many more freedoms than Emile was use to, but still nothing he could claim as his. He stayed in a guest room in the Castle, never spoke as his room, never decorated outside of what already existed. He gained knowledge from the Castle's Library, from borrowed books. He paid for his meals with hard work, he always put things back where he got them. Nothing was to keep.

This continued until Emile met Jade, a strange Dragon who'd come and go as he pleased, and talked of adventures through portals and across realities. Jade gave Emile his name, and with it Emile felt 10 feet tall. Jade gave Emile Friendship and Family, things one wouldn't consider to be owned, but when Emile first claimed Jade as his friend it became obvious he'd grown, more than physically.

Perhaps, with Jade's help, Emile can find he has the right to ask for thing and take up space.

#Emile's Arts #MLP Self Insert #Fighting with myself to make this S/I less depressing #But it's all about learning you SHOULD be a burden to others and take up space and ask for things #You have the right to little treats!!! Things you want!!! Be Selfish!!!!!!!#Aaaaaaaughfdj gjfdgdkf ANYWAY #Crush on Princess Celestia? Mayhaps....#I think she has secret Cringefail.......#She's sillie to me <3 #This S/I is completely because I think Spike's design goes so hard #Gender stored in the littol dragon guy <3 #And also I love love LOVE the trope of Short Angry Guy #And want at least ONE S/I that is Short Angry Guy coded #I'm not that short or angry irl but S/Is for for funsies to me #Me? Design Babie Jade because Adult Jade is very hard for me to draw? Mayhaps #ALSO #I don't interact with it but in the canon human highschool AU for MLPFiM #I'd be a teacher at the school #No other thought just tiny grumpy teacher #Okay that's all thankyou for reading!!!#And thanks again to Devin for letting me use your S/I as a launch pad!!!#I'm sorry I'm so bad at drawing Jade

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rowan-sins · 1 year

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For my lovely friend @swampstew who is completely unaware of how good I’ve gotten at crack fiction as a genre.

Unfortunately for you, the physics teacher next door was as loud as he was obnoxious. And between the insanely loud projects and his yelling (out of excitement or anger you couldn’t tell between the brick walls that separated your classrooms) and his love for “pranking you”, you rarely knew a moment’s peace. You’re still angry at him for using a master key to get in your classroom while you were on a fieldtrip and having his egg-drop competition project on all your desks. So many eggshells… They even got in the beanbag chair in the corner. How?

But still, despite how he glared at you from across the teacher work room, you knew you had one thing over him. You could grade papers and tests faster. He’s tried everything, from scantrons to making all the answers “C”. Still, with your red pen moving across papers, adding commas and breaking up giant paragrahs and writing a “???” when something made no sense, you knew you were faster. It was the one up you had against the buff red-head. If his personality wasn’t so atrocious, you’d probably spend your free period ogling his muscles through his white dress-shirt, buttoned enough that the principal wouldn’t complain but you could still see the defined muscle of his neck and how flawlessly the connected to his chest.

He looks up from the desk in the teacher work room, and from the face he makes, smug with white teeth that tightens his eyes. You just noticed he wore eyeliner and you feel heat spread across your cheeks. And you can tell he knows how flustered you are by the way he flexes the arm that was resting across the desk. No, you can’t let him have that ego boost. So, you blow a raspberry across the room at him. Luckily it’s just the two of you, so the affectionate ‘dumbass’ that slips through his lips like oil into water goes unheard by everyone. Including you.

The rest of your free period goes uninterrupted, and even though it’s during your lunch, and you could stay and grade papers with the man you loathe most, you knew that at least three kids would be lined up outside your door, eager to get their hands on some of the new books you ordered. Did you need to buy Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe? No. But the library only had one copy and it hasn’t been on the shelf for two months.

You couldn’t help but resist the urge to go back and spend your lunch with your kiddos. When you go to stand up, grab your stuff and leave, Eustass clears his voice. “You’re not going to eat your lunch in here?”

You tilt your chin up. “No. Why would I?”

He scoffs. “Didn’t realize I’d ruin your appetite.”

“On the contrary, this is the only time of day I can be in my classroom and not hear your yelling. I’d like to savor it.”

He retreats to his own bag, to pull out his lunch. “Suit yourself, Elizabeth Bennet.”

“My name is not Elizabeth Bennet!”

He smirks. “Sorry I forgot we were in a professional setting, Ms. Bennet.”

You just throw him the middle finger as you walk out the door. That man was almost as stubborn as you were. Almost.

Your lunch period went off without a hitch. When you came to the door the students were just filing down the hallway to come visit you, and you couldn’t help but smile and wave at them as you opened the door, a silent invitation to come inside and spill 2% milk all over the yoga mats you kept behind your desk just so they could sit in a circle and eat lunch.

The lunch period went off without a hitch, discussions varying from drama to books to scathing hot-takes like: “I hate Shakespeare it’s simultaneously high-brow literature and filled with dick jokes” and “if everyone read pride and prejudice women wouldn’t view dating men as a fix-it-project”

You hummed in thought, “well, I suppose so, but not everyone can be a-“ You were interrupted by the lunch bell, and had to quickly usher out the students. Although before your next class began, one stopped in the doorway and looked at you. “You need to be an Elizabeth Bennet,” they said firmly.

“Pardon?” You asked.

“You need to be an Elizabeth Bennet because you can’t be a Mr. Darcy.”

“I’ll be as much of a Mr. Darcy as I please,” you joke with a scoff, “you should head to class, young person.”

The student still stands there, beanie askew on their head as a wide toothy grin takes over their face. “You can’t be a Mr. Darcy because your Mr. Darcy is Mr. Kidd!” And then before you can say anything, the runoff. They had already seen the blush take over your face, and as you sit their in your cheap swivel chair, processing the words they had just said, you notice Eustass Kidd leaning against the opposite wall, arms crossed, watching the whole thing go down.

“So, I’m you Mr. Darcy, huh?” He says with a chuckle, kicking up off the wall.

“Go to class!” You shout with embarrassment. Students had started watching.

“Fine, fine,” he relents with a lose wave of his hand. You can see the veins flex in his forearm, and were you a weaker woman, you would have drooled. “But I’ll be back.” It sounds like an empty threat. You wish it was an empty threat, but you know in your hearts of hearts that you’ll see him soon.

Soon turns out to be 20 minutes later, three slides deep into a presentation about how an author’s outside biases and experiences can affect the themes of their literature, with student’s throwing out examples of books you’d already read that semester and some other student trying to answer. “Since all these people are dead, there are no right or wrong answers,” you had told the class before your and everybody else’s head whipped over to the door that had been abruptly opened.

“How’d you get that door open? I locked it!” You shriek in indignation.

He’d caught you frozen in a startled jump, and couldn’t help but laugh and dangle his keys in the air. “I’m the head of fire safety for this wing,” he states before taunting, “so I get a master key to every single door in this building.”

“Regardless, you’ve broken into my class mid lecture,” you say, stiffening up your posture and brushing invisible dust off your dress shirt, “what could you want?”

“I’m here to pass out tests, obviously,” he says with an eye-roll, holding a manilla folder with about six or seven tests in it.

“Heat!” He calls out and weaves through the rows to get to the outlandishly tall boy sitting in the back, who wasn’t paying attention before this. “You got a 96, good job kid!”

“Wire!” He calls and weaves himself to the front of the class again. “You did awesome to, don’t forget that!” He places the paper down on the his desk, with the giant 100 and a smile face visible to you from where you were standing. You make a quick stride over to Eustass and grab him his tie and drag him out of the classroom before he can open his mouth.

That man is a behemoth, and you’re surprised he lets you drag him through the open door, slam it, and pin him to the wall next to it.

“Eustass.” You push him closer. “Fucking.” You look up through your lashes to glare at him. Your chin is at his chest and you’re craning your neck for eye contact but you are not afraid of him. “Kidd.”

His smirk only grows with the growl you let out. Tugging his tie so he’s even closer to eye level with you. “Why would you ever do that?”

He doesn’t even gulp, completely unafraid of your very genuine rage. “Because,” he drawled out.

“Because what.”

“You didn’t eat lunch with me in the teacher work room today.”

You paused. Genuine shock on your face. “What.”

“And I’ll do it again tomorrow if you don’t get dinner with me-“ He couldn’t finish his sentence, his lips colliding with yours.

You had tugged on his tie once again, using it as leverage to not only pull yourself up but tug him down so you could slam your lips against his, in what was very much a kiss that could get you both fired. It was a clashing of teeth and tongue and rage. Partially over why you didn’t do this sooner, why you were doing this at all, and why the fuck this man was incapable of using chapstick.

You pull away from each other, mutually gasping for air.

You step back and release his tie. “Come pick me up at 6, don’t be late.”

His eyes crinkle when he smiles, a genuine smile instead of shit-eating grin. “And?”

“If you’re late I’ll start dessert without you.” You turn around, and waltz right back through the door, and Kidd’s eyes are left staring at were your ass used to be, dress pants stretched a little too tight around it. He takes a deep breath before standing back up fully to go to his classroom before the door opens again.

He’s hit with a flash of beige before paper flutters all around him. “There’s your damn tests, Eustass!”

#unknown event #eustass kid x reader #kid x reader #highschool au #but the fun kind where they're teachers #enemies to lovers #so proud of this #not my magnum opus #but this is getting close

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