#The Quick Guide to Classroom Management

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5 Mistakes Teachers Are Making When Delivering Slide Presentations

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An article by Richard James Rogers (Award-Winning Author of The Quick Guide to Classroom Management and The Power of Praise: Empowering Students Through Positive Feedback). This blog post has been beautifully illustrated by Pop Sutthiya Lertyongphati. Slide presentations are a staple of effective teaching, corporate presentations and workshops. MS PowerPoint was, astonishingly, released in 1987,…

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MILLER'S GIRL ✎ SERIES MASTERLIST

Chapter One: Teacher’s Pet

Chapter Summary: First day woes and a difficult semester ahead, you find solace in your caring, attentive creative writing professor who shows you just a little more attention than everyone else, or so you think. [5k]

[student/teacher relationship, age gap, no outbreak, power dynamic]

Chapter Warnings: fem!reader, professor!joel miller (his teacher persona is v different from outside of the classroom, so if he seems slightly ooc....close your eyes), dom!joel, sub!reader, reader is a little obsessed with joel (and delusional), mentions of infidelity (not by joel), sarah doesn't exist here, background tess x joel, inappropriate relationships/actions, talks of literature and lots of random writing topics, dream smut, gratuitous descriptions of mr. miller's body and personality.

note: thanks to @planet-marz1 for the last minute beta.

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There’s a deafening silence that surrounds you when you step into the lecture room, not nearly as big as your other main course classes, it’s intimate. Close. If you kicked a foot out from the chair you were sitting in you could touch the professor’s desk. 

Part of you wonders if you were the only person taking this class, sitting for a few minutes alone, not another person in sight—until one files in, then another, until there’s about ten of you seated sparsely in the small space. It’s mostly bare aside from the few books shoved away on a nearby shelf, antiquey books that, no doubt, had a thick layer of dust. 

The problem with the class was that you weren’t sure if it was ever going to be a real thing—applying you had the expectation of who your teacher would be, what you could expect from the coursework, and just how manageable it would be amongst the rest of your classes. But, there was little known now. 

All you did know was that they had to find a replacement quick, which they did, and you were sure that a sign of their lacking punctuality was a great start, tucking your chin over the bag placed on your desk as you waited in silence amongst simmered voices, feeling starchly out of place.

You didn’t know this place—it was new, Austin. You moved clear across the country on a whim, wanting a new start in a place you’ve never seen before. You’d plucked a community college out of the bunch, not worried with the semantics of applying to some big, ivy league school. You wanted something manageable, something attainable. This seemed like the easiest option, unsuspecting and unknown, you could slink by and go about your life peacefully. 

That is what you wanted, after all.

Until you meet Mr. Miller.

Joel could’ve pursued music, or carpentry, or about a billion other things he was skilled at—yet somehow, teaching seemed to be the easiest option. It gave him the familial feeling of caring and guiding that he did enjoy, molding young minds and helping them bloom. He worked at a local high school in Austin for years—fifteen good, long years. 

But, he too needed a change. His life was slowly crumbling in on himself.

He sees the job opening on the last weekend of summer, still teetering with the option of returning to his teaching job at the high school—it isn’t as manageable as it used to be, finding that in his older age that dealing with the behavior and arguments with ill-managed kids was more of a hassle than it needed to be for the pay he was receiving. 

So, fuck it. He applies.

He gets a call the following Monday and he’s officially added to the staff by the end of the week—and of course, he’s never stepped foot on the campus until his first day. So, he’s lost. Joel realizes how unprofessional it looks, scrambling with his bag as he throws it over his shoulder and haphazardly adjusts his tie, hoping that his hair wasn’t too askew and wild, despite the wind flying through his hair in the chilly bite of the autumn weather.

Things couldn’t have been off to a better start.

-

There’s the slightest trickling of a thought that you should leave, give up that this class might be an ultimate failure but then he’s walking through the door. You knew his name, but that was as far as your reach extended. Mr. Miller. J. Miller, to be specific.

James. Justin. Jonathan. It was all a mystery to you.

You find that his appearance is less than prepared, mostly disheveled and he seems breathless as he offers a subtle nod of awkward acknowledgement as he slings his bag onto the desk. Thankfully, he seems to understand that there was a tinge of urgency with him being late and he quickly reaches into his bag and pulls out a stack of papers.

Class syllabuses. He hands them off silently to the person on the farthest side of the room and hoping they would get the idea, pass them off until they reach the final person. It’s crisp, stark white paper covered in a boring black-inked text. Nothing seemed out of the norm—different methods of writing you would try over the course of the semester and specific assignments that would pop-up throughout. You enjoyed the predictability of it. Though, there is a significant surprise when your professor begins to speak, pulling your attention to the front of the room.

He’s gathered himself rather quickly, assuming he’s had his fair share of time in the field.

He writes his name out in clear, dignified letters on the board.

Mr. Miller, the screech of a solid drag as he underlines his name.

“I know I’m not who you all were suspecting.” He begins, placing the chalk down, hand wrapping around a balled fist as he cracked his knuckles, walking slowly until he can lean against the edge of his desk, soles of his shoes squeaking against the floor.

“And I’ll admit, I’m new to this,” He waves vaguely around the room, “I’m used to public school and the shittiness that comes with that—so I hope that if I can take this seriously, you all can extend that gesture too.”

You notice how comfortable he seems in group settings, relaxing his broad shoulders as he crosses his arm, glancing around the room casually, never lingering for too long.

“I won’t pester you too much today, given I already wasted some of your time,” Someone snickers softly toward the back of the room and Mr. Miller cracks a subtle smirk, seemingly embarrassed but not offering anything to pick at. “But, I’m willing to answer any questions you have while we have the time today.”

Questions flow in easily: what the semester would consist of, more elaboration outside of the syllabus, some of Mr. Miller’s favorite pieces of literature—part of you expects him to inject the usual ‘around the room introduction’ scheme, but he doesn’t. Instead, he leans into the more engaging questions asked, answering as freely and as interested as he can.

He loves Robert Frost, which makes sense. You’re not sure why, but it is predictable. 

He is predictable. Sipping on a large mug of what you can only assume is coffee, the smell permeating toward you with where he’s resting against his desk, only a foot or so away. You haven’t managed to catch his gaze yet, which you’re partly thankful for. It allows you to study him, examine his expressions—admire…No.

And while he can continue his talk about favorite authors for days—the class draws to a close sooner than you expect, and you move lazily as most of the class disperses at the first opportunity with it being their final class of the day.

You’re throwing your bag over your shoulder when you hear his voice, addressing the only other person in the room.

You.

“Intimidating?” Your face screws up in confusion, head tilting his way as your eyes connect for the first time. “Oh, uh—sorry, I’ve just been doin’ this a while. I can tell when someone is anxious in class.”

And, while it wasn’t necessarily anxiety—it was more the idea of adjusting. This was new, this place wasn’t familiar and you were just trying to settle in. Mr. Miller seemed like the guy to have deep roots planted into these grounds, familiar with this town like he’s been here his entire life.

He has, but that wasn’t the point.

“No,” You answer indifferently, shrugging your shoulders, “I think your radar might be a little off.”

Joel chuckles softly, tapping his fingers against the leather cover of his bag as he leaned the tops of his thighs against the edge of his desk, “You know—you didn’t partake much in class discussion just now.”

You weren’t sure where he was driving his point, gradually stepping toward his desk, fingers wrapped around the straps of your bag, pulling against the tight material of your shirt as it stretched over your breasts, “And you were about—fifteen minutes late, too.”

Touche. He nods, lips pursed together.

“Just, fair warning—class discussion is a good chunk of your grade, participation and all that. I want you to feel comfortable enough to join in so…however I can help with that.”

Your eyebrows knit together, thoroughly thrown off by his forwardness—or well, so you assumed. He quickly realizes his misstep.

“No—not like…I mean, if there’s anything that you like or are interested in that you want covered over the semester, let me know. I don’t want it to be so focused on stuff that only appeases a few people. Alright?”

You think on his words, chewing at your bottom lip quietly. 

He doesn’t know why he feels like he’s standing on the edge, waiting impatiently for your response—but when you do, it feels like he can breathe. Joel didn’t want to fuck this job up and he already felt like he’s stepped off on the wrong foot.

“Alright.” You confirm simply, nodding politely. “Thank you, Mr. Miller.”

He nods in response, the smallest twitch of a smile pulling at his lips.

“Have a good day.” He bids kindly, waving at you haphazardly as you left.

And now the day felt even weirder than when it started.

-

The first few weeks of class are actually…a delight. You find yourself looking forward to them as the weeks grow on and drag out, slowly making your way through the day and finding that Mr. Miller’s was the only class you could successfully relax in, not so pressure to participate because it was as equally engaging on both ends.

Mr. Miller liked to talk and argue just as animatedly as most students who had a point to prove—and you see why he must’ve been hired on a whim, the ability to charm and wit himself in and out of any scenario he wanted. It was…mesmerizing in a way that intoxicated you and infected your body and mind. He had you locked in every time he opened his mouth, finding your eyes dragging along the planes of his face and his well-kept appearance now that he arrived on time, sharp. Never early, never late. 

He was as punctual as they come, slowly littering his classroom with more and more personalization. More literature books, smaller books of poems, packets of some of his favorite script writings and a few non-fiction pieces he thought to be intriguing. 

But, the most interesting thing you notice is the small tan line around his ring finger. The advantage of the small classroom allowed for such details to be revealed, alongside knowing when he had taken a certain morning to do a fresh shave of his facial hair or spill a small spattering of coffee against his shirt, dull brown staining the white, crisp button-up he usually dawned alongside the occasional navy blue or black.

So, he was married—you assumed. He just didn’t wear his ring.

The more you indulged in him, the more complex he seemed. The ever mysterious J-something Miller, finding that no matter how hard you looked you couldn’t seem to find any information on him or an inkling of what his first name might be.

He must be a private person—no socials, no good deeds leading to news articles about him, or anything of tangible evidence to allow such information to seep out to the public. He was good at hiding, integrating himself in places he might not belong. He was a natural chameleon, much like yourself.

And you’d like to think you were good at writing considering you were attempting to pursue a career in it, mostly focusing on the aspect of screenwriting and film, not entirely sure what you were after but knowing that was where you wanted to go. You were great at convoluting things and empowering your far too creative imagination—often dangerous. You were never lacking in ideas, but your first assignment is a struggle.

It was something pertaining to non-fiction, a boring topic that Mr. Miller wanted to be intrigued by—he wanted something so mundane to be eye-catching and page-turning. Hanging on the edge of his seat, as he’d said so menacingly.

So, here you were, writing about the monogamous lives of certain breeds of penguins and they’re mates—whatever the fuck that was all about. It’s like he picked obscure topics for this very reason, the difficulty and the need for assistance. He wanted to help and you learned that quickly.

You could’ve been stuck with global warming, so it wasn’t all that bad. 

Mr. Miller is leaning against an empty desk as he’s talking to a student a few desks away—yeah, the unlucky one who snagged the global warming topic. His expression is sour, tapping his pencil against the desk rapidly as Mr. Miller talks quietly, nothing that you can make out. He travels around the room gradually, eventually landing on you with a raised eyebrow, seeing that you had some, if not very little outlined.

He looks amused, knowing how you were pulling an absolute fat nothing over this topic. You could sit there and lay out the facts, but that’s not what he wanted. He wanted it to be explained in a way that held you close and dragged you along. It all came down to wording, at the end of the day, and as much as you wanted to prove you were a decent writer, you still had a lot to learn.

“This is so stupid,” You gripe, looking up at him briefly before you continue to stare daggers into the notebook you were scribbling in, “—pardon my language, but what the fuck is this topic?”

Mr. Miller chuckles deeply at that, tongue poking at the inside of his cheek.

“I’ll let that slide but try not to make it a habit,” He comments, acknowledging your foul language and understanding the frustration, “—it’s meant to challenge you. The obscurity of it. It’s not complicated, but you don’t want to just write a research paper.”

“Isn’t that…exactly how non-fiction works?” You ask curiously.

“You’ve read biographies, right? Auto-biograhpies and all that?” 

You nod quietly.

“And I’m sure some of that caught your intention, right?” He asks and you respond with another nod, though meeker than before. “Non-fiction work is just as important as story-telling. Do some more research, explain why monogamy is sacred to them, explain their mating patterns, the behaviors—are you following?”

“Yeah—because some penguins mate for life, right?” You ask, feeling ridiculous asking him such an obscure question. “At least, I thought they did.”

“Most do.” Mr. Miller nods, “If you find yourself learning enough about the topic and actually finding some interest it won’t come out so…bland. Just look into it and write something you’d find intriguing to read, don’t stress over it that much. It’s just one assignment.”

It eases your worries slightly, but still, the frustration stuck.

“Okay,” You mumble, “Thank you.”

Mr. Miller offers a soft pat to your forearm as he nods silently in acknowledgment.

You were determined to make that assignment your bitch. Plain and simple.

-

Class discussion days are much easier. You switch between a certain selection of poems to snippets of scripts that Mr. Miller has pulled apart for the class to dissect and mince the words, learning how to write screenplays in a way that was both descriptive but directive and still managed to somehow keep the flow. Poems always seemed a little silly, but it was nice to debate the meanings and nuances of it all, always finding that you preferred to sit back and hear the thoughts of others until Mr. Miller decides he’s had enough one day—two months into the semester when he finally calls on you directly.

It was something he didn’t do often, but you find yourself going wide-eyed. He was always so polite to you, even when he’d catch you staring or lingering on his form for a moment too long, like he knew what you were thinking.

He was tall and—as was glaringly obvious, broad. His shoulders were immense and large as he extended his hands out and talked animatedly, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, slacks stretching over taut, tight muscle as he planted a foot in a nearby chair or stretched his stance out slightly as he stood—often finding it hard to stay still the longer class drew on.

You pull your attention to him, an innocent gaze glazing over your features.

“Why don’t you read the next poem?” He asks curiously.

“Oh—um,” Your eyes flick toward the poem book held tight in your grip, flitting to find the the place where the class last left off, so distracted you find yourself scrambling, but Mr. Miller is quick to lean over without much show or way of embarrassing you, pointing out the spot where the class last left of, blunt nail scratching against the paper as you follow the trail of his finger, you clear your throat and start:

“How should we like it were stars to burn

With a passion for us we could not return?

If equal affection cannot be,

Let the more loving one be me.”

The point was to interpret the words and form an explanation for why they were used, what they were trying to explain, but you lose any sense of thought when your eyes drag up to meet Mr. Miller and he’s staring right back, allowing you all the attention in the world.

Like no one else in the room existed. It was all a delusion in your own head, something you weren’t privy to then, but you believed whole-heartedly in the moment. He was just allowing you the floor and sharing you the same attention he had with everyone else. 

At least, that’s what he tried to do.

Mr. Miller clears his throat to subtly bring you back down to earth when he notices your mind fleeing from your body, asking an easy, “So, what do we think about this one?”

No one answered, staunchly disinterested as they stared at you, waiting for a response as you were the only one who had avoided participating all day.

“Uh, it—it sounds like the love isn’t being returned,” You start slow, dissecting the words in your brain as Mr. Miller nods, “but that person is willing to show up and offer more to make up for it, maybe even to their own…undoing, I guess.”

“There’s really no right or wrong,” He addresses the class as a whole but pointedly acknowledges your observation, “and that’s the best thing—you’re allowed to think as individuals and come up with your own conclusions. Good job.”

The final part is directed at you. It makes you feel warm, gooey—like you were being given a star for good behavior or gentle praise under the guise of friendly language.

You despise how hard it is to stay focused some days with how often Mr. Miller likes to pick on you and point you out—but he sees potential there. Real potential. Not to say that it isn’t within the rest of the class, he just sees…more. And it intrigues him in a way that feels dangerous, but he wants to ensure that you are given the proper support needed, even if that means a little extra attention.

It was harmless, after all.

-

Your first big assignment comes three months into the semester.

It’s a simple writing assignment but tactful and heavy, given a week to complete it before you were due to turn it in for a final grade. A collection of self-written poems, the outline for a possible script idea for a scene, and a small creative writing assignment that must include some kind of supernatural element. You appreciate the Mr. Miller never allowed things to lay stagnant with his work, always giving you something to think about.

And everyone loved him, that much was blatantly obvious. He was, easily, one of the hottest professors at the college for someone his age—you could only assume he was somewhere in his late 40s. But, there remained the unknown of if he was married, something people debated often, but you examined in the privacy of your own mind.

There was no indication of another—no pictures lingering on his desk as his classroom continued to collect belongings, no screensaver on his phone or laptop (because yes, you were observant) that gave you any idea of what his partner looked like. And he never mentioned anything outside of his own interest in literature. The curiosity with no discovery was only slightly disappointing, because despite that, Mr. Miller showed his attention toward you like you were the only person in the room.

And maybe it was like that for everyone, but it felt special to you. There was always a little extra to give to you that he didn’t offer to everyone else.

You turn in your assignment a few minutes before it is due, well into the late hours of the night.

-

Mr. Miller, unbeknownst to you, smiles when he sees the notification on his computer as he sits in his office at home, scrolling down the deep troves of porn in the darkened space, quickly clicking away to another browser as he hears the door creak, his wife poking her head through the crack with a smile.

“Hey, it’s late—you comin’ to bed soon?” Tess asks, eyes ringed with a deep exhaustion.

Joel nods, scratching at the side of his face, blinking tiredly. 

“Yeah. In a bit,” He excuses, “Just tryin’ to catch up on these assignments and then I’ll be done.”

It’s a lie, but she doesn’t need to know that.

Things had been rough since the affair—finding that Tess had been sleeping with her boss at her law firm for a few months, something she swore meant nothing, despite how long it dragged on in secret. Joel forgave her, mostly. They were managing, attempting the idea of marriage counseling, but he still couldn’t bring himself to put his wedding band back on, despite how proudly she wore hers still.

He had his own reservations on the matter and while he was trying to work things out, he wasn’t sure they could ever resume the same rhythm they had before, thinking that this was something he had for life, slowly crumbling and falling between his fingertips.

This was why he needed a change of pace, something different.

And maybe he was stupid for entertaining the obvious affection you showed toward him—he definitely was, but he does it anyways. It was playful, so meaningless and harmless that he didn’t even think twice about it. He could see you craved the attention and while he couldn’t be bothered to save that energy for Tess anymore, he could try to offer it to you.

Because you—you had so much potential. It was refreshing, seeing so much of his younger self in you, drive and dedication. The willingness to question stuff without fear.

He clicks on the email notification with your assignment, opening in a separate browser as he rises to lock his office door quietly, before returning to his other browser as he sat and unbuckled the thick leather belt around his waistband, a dignified zip that echoes throughout the confines of the office, reverberates and reminds him of his own loneliness.

And he shouldn’t picture your face as he finds himself aching and fucking deseprate into his fist, soft gunts muffled behind clenched teeth. But, he does. And he loves it.

He’s so fucked.

-

The comments on your assignment come a few days later, curled up in your bed in the small apartment you rented out, scrolling desperately to find out any further information on Mr. Miller but coming up with absolutely nothing. What a fucking ghost he was.

You’re curious, though—so you quickly switch to your emails to check his response and what your grade ended up being after how hard you worked to make sure it turned out perfect. Better than perfect actually. You hoped that with his obvious relationship woes he would appreciate the angst and underlying meanings in your poems, a bunch of bullshit you couldn’t relate to but hoped, on a whim, that he might.

‘Way to press on the idea of heartbreak, well done. Very expressive and real. Thank you for pouring those feelings into your work, though I hope no one has ever broken your heart that bad. Wonderful job.’

And he scores you a 90/100.

Which—whatever. You could accept it. Still, you wondered if those lingering ten points lied with him and his own bitter dealings. You’re fingers are curled around the laptop, ready to close when you get another notification blaring through your speakers.

You lift the laptop to stare at the screen, seeing an email come in from an unknown sender—though, the name grabs your attention immediately. First name, last name, followed by a series of number you can only assume is a birth year—not the school email Mr. Miller had previously sent you a response from.

You perk up, legs crossing over each other as you take a peek at the contents of the glaring email, seeing that it had links to a few books, followed by:

‘I hope you don’t mind my emailing you like this. But, I have a few pieces I think you may enjoy and would help with some of what you’re trying to convey in your writing. You have a beautiful way of expressing feeling and you should harness that. Let me know what you think. :)’

In hindsight, Joel should’ve never sent it. But, there was an urge there he couldn’t fight.

Maybe it was out of spite for his life and his wife betraying him, his urge to try and do some real good for someone, seeing that potential in you no matter how inappropriate it may be to go around school ruling and message you from his private email.

But, now you had a sliver of information. A peek into who Mr. Miller—Joel Miller, was.

It sends you down a spiral, searching and scouring for any information available online.

You find out that he’s 48…or 49, not entirely sure of his actual birthday. Only going off the year designated in his email. And that he’s a published author, but nothing of significance. He used to be a high school teacher and he was…or is, married. It’s all vague and unassuming, but it has your mind stirring. Wondering what was so interesting about him, what part of him had crawled into your mind and refused to get out.

And him messaging you on a private email—complimenting you with unnecessary eagerness, even when it wasn’t needed. You can’t be this delusional. There’s something there, even if neither of you have spoken on it explicitly.  

The faint touches and smiles traded, the hard-gazed looks and glances over his shoulder as he does a sweep of the room, always spending just a smidgen of extra time over your desk when you ask for help. 

It makes you feel special. And that’s exactly what you need.

-

You fall asleep that night with a wild idea in your head, wondering just how brave you could be in this situation. It burrows into your mind and seeps into your dreams:

You’re pressed against the edge of a desk in a dark office, the solid wood pressed flat against your cunt as you lean forward and capture the lips of the person in front of you, a shaky breath coming from their mouth.

“Want that pretty mouth ‘round my cock.” He says—your heart skips, nearly stops. 

You don’t know why you’re surprised to hear Joel’s voice, but it clears your mind and his hazy face finally comes into view in all of it’s intricate detail, right down to the soft crinkle of skin around his eyes, eyebrows furrowed as he pulls away to look at you, lips puffed from the kissing and seeming so innocent as he spoke in such a depraved manner.

Delicate fingers drag along the shape of your lips, stopping at your cupid’s bow before he’s pressing two fingers inside, grabbing the hand relaxed at your side and pressing it over the front of his slacks, the hard line of his cock pressing against the zipper.

There’s no other word to offer than intimidating, his size morphing any idea that you might’ve had–which, you did. His slacks are well-tailored, form fitting, and if he stretched just the right way in class you could see the head or outline of his cock press against the fabric for a split second….and you observed. A lot.

“Wanna stuff your mouth, huh?” He asks, eyes rolling back as his fingers press down on your tongue, quickly pulling out as he grips your face, spit spreading across your cheek, gasping at the suddenness of his movement. “Think it’ll fit?”

He sounds so condescending, eyeline over you but downcast on your figure from where your perched against his desk, idle hand exploring the soft, plush skin of your thighs as he drags his fingers along the full expanse of your cunt and it sets your whole body on fire, like you’re feeling everything dialed to an impossible level, every nerve in your body coming to life.

You shake your head meekly, gasping when he yanks you forward suddenly.

“Guess we’ll have to train that filthy mouth then, won’t we?” His eyebrow quirks up salaciously, earning a less than subtle grin as he presses his fingers into the wet spot of your underwear, not breaking the barrier but allowing you to feel the pressure.

And just as you feel yourself grabbing onto something tangible, hands gripped in the lapel of his suit jacket, pulling him impossibly closer, you’re startling awake with a gasp.

You could feel your imagination mixing with reality, falling lazily back against your bed as your chest heaved hurried breaths, palms pressed over your chest in an effort to calm down, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. The room was hot, too hot to feel comfortable anymore.

Your lip pulls between your teeth, chewing thoughtfully at a bad idea.

You reach blindly for your laptop laid out near the end of your bed, opening the device with a swiftness, squinting at the blinding screen that burned at this time of night.

Nearly two in the morning—this was pointless.

But, you hit reply on his email anyways and slowly type out a response.

‘Thank you for noticing, Mr. Miller. It’s greatly appreciated and I will definitely look into those sources and give you a full, detailed review. :) I appreciate you thinking of me as someone so esteemed. I would love to talk more about literature, if that feels appropriate.’

The lines were already blurred. He’d blurred them. You were just smudging them a little more.

You never said that starting fresh meant you had to stay on your best behavior. Because really, there was nothing innocent about what game was developing between you both.

It was a game of chess and you felt a million moves ahead, nearing a checkmate—and you would do anything to have Joel Miller in the way you craved. Anything.

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[dreamofjoys]

DAY 4 KINKTOBER 2023

7 min in heaven? More like 7 days inside you!

Main Masterlist + Rules / Next Day of kinktober (5)

A/N: Please read the rules on my kinktober 2023 main masterlist before proceeding. Rule breakers will be blocked.

Characters involved (separated): Malleus draconia(TWST), Wriothlesly(Genshin), Ayato(Genshin), Nanook(HSR), Luo Cha(HSR)

Sypnosis: After getting officially married, you and your husband decided to finally go to your long awaited 7 days honeymoon in a resort at private island specially reserved by your husband! Those 7 days were meant to be fun and relaxing, but why are you so tired by the end of it?

C/W: Thigh riding in public area(library), needy and horny reader but they just encourage you more lel, praising

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Day 4 Scenario

It came as a shock to you and your husband that there happens to be a library in the middle of a private island, at a resort. It was the 4th day of your honeymoon and the both of you had decided to explore around the island. "Wife, is my eyes playing tricks on me, or is that a library that I see?" Your husband gestures to the small cottage in front at the side of the pathway. Upon walking closer to the cottage, the both of you realised that it was indeed a library. There was a wooden sign beside the cottage engraved with the words "Library". For the first time in the honeymoon, your husband was the one genuinely looking excited. He intertwines his fingers with yours before pulling you in to cottage. Knowing your husband's fondness with books, you giggled at his excitement, squeezing his hand to let him know that you were okay with going to the library. To your husband's delight, the library was indeed filled with a variety of local books that could not be found back home. He picks up an old book before swiftly plopping down on a nearby couch. "Wife, come here." He pats on his man spread thigh, urging you to sit on his lap. You pout at his clinginess, hand reaching up to the bookshelves and picking a random book before getting yourself comfortable on his lap. "This much more better mhm." Your husband rest his chin on top of your head while both of his arm were encircled around you, holding onto the book and reading it like a bookworm that he is. You knew that the both of you were probably gonna stay here for a few hours, so you went ahead to flip open the book that you had randomly picked out, hoping to pass time. The book that you were reading was rather...... interesting. It was a typical romance story between 2 high school students, except they were doing the deed in an empty classroom. Your face flushed in red when you read through the whole paragraph. The author had managed to write the scene in such a detailed and erotic manner, to the point where you can feel your wetness seeping through your folds, staining onto your panties and eventually wetting on your husband's pants. "Oh dear," your husband looks down at your book, reading the very same paragraph that had made you horny and needy on him. "That's quite a book there, wife."

𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗨𝗦 𝗗𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗜𝗔

He is quick to set his (and yours) book aside, hands planting onto your waist as he guides your body to grind your pussy on his thigh. "Don't be shy, just let out your inner desire, love." Malleus encourages, and his lips curls out into a smirk when your hips starts moving faster and faster.

A quiet moan slips out of your lips when the material of Malleus's pants rub against your sloppy folds. Malleus could feel his cock throbbing hard in his pants but he focuses on pleasing you instead, groping onto your breast and pinching on your nipples to give your extra stimulation.

"Oh dear," He mumbles, feeling a pool of wet stain soaking through his leather pants on the area that you are riding on. "Did you just came without telling me? No no, let's do it again."

𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗟𝗬

He pretends to not notice the pool of arousal that has been staining onto his pants for awhile. You would have thought that Wriothlesly wasn't aware of it, not until the arm that was wrapped around your waist purposefully dragging you closer to his body.

You blushed in embarassment when you saw your slick on Wriothlesly's pants, which was evident by a "dark stain". "Wife, you just made a mess on my pants." Wriothlesly chuckles, his hand switches to grab onto your hips, guiding it backwards and forward on his thigh.

The stains on his pants had grown in size, with a white blooch of cum on it. The obvious evident of your cum was painted on him. Despite your embarassment, Wriothlesly only laughed at you, hands still rocking you back and forth on his thigh.

𝗞𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗢 𝗔𝗬𝗔𝗧𝗢

"This feels like something we had done back home, isn't it?" Ayato smirks when you gradually starts on grind your cunt on him, small moans spilling out of your lips when the rough material of his pants rubs deliciously against your sex, sending waves of pleasures down your spine.

Grinding on Ayato's thigh was something that the both of you had been frequently doing whenever Ayato was busy with his work. It was something that allows him to get intimate with you while getting his work done on time. Like always, he would coo at you and praise you for being his good wife, knowing how to satisfy the sexual needs of your husband and yourself.

And now, even when you are both on vacation, he encourages you to grind your slutty sex on him more, rubbing on your clit so that you can chase onto your high faster.

𝗡𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗢𝗞

He can smell your arousal before it even starts staining onto your panties.

"Are you getting turned on by this book? Should we recreate this scene?" Nanook grunts when the smell of your arousal gets stronger and stronger, indicating that his suggestion was something that you indeed wanted.

However, he was an Aeon of Destruction for a reason. What's the use of upholding such a prestige title if he doesn't destroy first?

"Baby, grind on me and I will give you my cock." Nanook's lips curls up into a sinister smirk when you start rocking your hips back and forth on his thigh, whining about how mean he is to you. "Why can't you just give it to me first?" You pout, trying to act cute and hoping that Nanook would falter at your antics but he doesn't.

"You won't get it until you cum on my thigh."

𝗟𝗨𝗢 𝗖𝗛𝗔

Luo cha enjoys teasing you a little too much. He knows that you are horny, and yet he pretends to not know about it. His attention "returns" back to his book, letting you sit on his thigh flushed, needy and embarassed.

However, he would occasionally jerk up his thigh, letting the fabric of his pants brushed onto your clothed sex. Luo cha would apologise for the inconvenience, saying that he needed to stretch his leg muscle.

He can feel your sex throbbing in need, your slick already making a mess on his pants. Maybe if you tell him that you need him, then he will indulge you a little?

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Secret Smokes (Part 4)

Pairing: Teacher! Remus Lupin x Reader

Series Summary: When the reader bumps into the new DADA professor on the bridge in Hogwarts she begins to build a friendship with him all thanks to their shared feeling of not belonging and love for muggle cigarettes. Their friendship blooms while they both fight internal battles deciding what is wrong and what is right leading to a lot of fluff, angst, flirting and a rollercoaster of emotions.

Warnings: Swearing, Drinking, teacher-student relationship (but like it’s all legal chill), SLOWburn we’re in for a long ride

Word Count: 3307

A/N: I know I always say I love you all, but I am blown away by all your support on each chapter. Comments are appreciated I love hearing your thoughts, it helps guide me in what direction to take the story! Anyway get ready we're starting to get a bit angsty in this chapter....

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Over the weekend you and the twins did manage to go to Hogsmeade you didn't really need anything for your prank but it was nice to get out of Hogwarts for a bit. You walked around and browsed the shops, making a stop at Honeydukes for some tiny black pepper imps, fragile sugar-spun quills and exploding bonbons. The twins assured you all of this would be useful for future pranks. Before heading back to the castle Fred suggested a quick stop at the Three Broom Sticks and all of you thought it was a great idea. You sat down at a corner table that you loved as it gave you a view of the whole place, you could gossip about all the people there especially teachers. After ordering your drinks you saw a familiar face walk in "Guys looks it's Lupin with the library lady." Fred mentioned.

"Irma Pince?" You questioned maybe slightly too loudly as you watched them walk in, at this moment Lupin's eyes met yours and he gave you a gentle, distant, smile to acknowledge your presence. He held the door for her like a gentleman, pulled the chair out for her before sitting down, very old fashioned you thought. Your eyes didn't leave them until George began to speak again.

"Do you think they're on a date?" George asked.

"Surely not." You answered too quickly.

"What if they know about our prank." You whispered.

"Even if they did why would they out of all people meet here just them to discuss it." George questioned you.

"Maybe Lupin found out and he wants to warn her." You tried to think of any reason apart form a date why he would bring her here.

"Find out from who? There's no chance. It's definitely a date." Fred stated.

"Y/N is just jealous." George stated.

"Who doesn't have the hots for Lupin? We're all jealous." Fred said jokingly.

Your eyes were glued to the pair as Lupin ordered a drink for the two of them, your eyes once again met his and you immediately diverted your gaze to the glass in front of you. "I think we should make the prank bigger." You blurted out.

"Now you're talking. What are you thinking?" Fred asked.

"I don't know, we hex the whole library somehow make everyone who entered there regret it." You didn't know where this sudden hate and anger towards the library came from but the twins enjoyed scheming and you began devising a plan to make it a better, bigger prank. You kept gazing towards Lupin throughout the conversation watching his interaction, he seemed happy, they spent the whole time chatting or maybe discussing. He was dressed more casually then usual, in a shirt and sweater over it but he didn't looks like he dressed up just like he wanted to be more comfortable, you hated yourself for analysing him so much but you struggled to look away. When you were leaving you didn't notice him looking at you the same way and thinking the same thoughts about you.

The weekend ended a bit too quickly and you were back to sitting in classrooms all day waiting for the day to finish, you nearly forgot about your extra DADA lesson in the afternoon but Lupin sent you an owl during breakfast with a reminder. You made your way to his class after a very boring positions lesson with conflicted feelings, you didn't want to do extra lessons but at least it was with him. You knocked on the door gently and heard a soft "come in" from inside. All the desks were already moved against the wall leaving a large open space, Lupin was sitting at his desk at the front of the room grading some papers it seemed he greeted you with a warm smile. "Glad to see you didn't bail Miss L/N."

"I would've forgotten if it wasn't for your owl if I'm being honest." You admitted.

"How was your weekend?" Lupin asked politely. "Uneventful, it went by quicker than expected. Yours?" Lupin sorted the stack of papers he had putting it to the side. "Mine was pleasant, I had a meeting with Irma Pince I'm trying to get more muggle books introduced into the library taking, inspiration from you actually, I think not only will it help muggle born students feel more at home I think it'll be good for everyone to have some diversity." Great so you caused them to have a date, you thought to yourself.... Or maybe it wasn't a date at all just a professional meeting. "And how's that going?" You asked. "Horribly, she's a stubborn old woman stuck in her ways. But I think with a little more convincing I might succeed. We'll see." He said honestly.

"So how does this work? Do you give me spells to practice I do them and then that's it?" You wanted to change the topic. "I thought we'd focus on your weaknesses," Lupin stood up and walked in front of the desk leaning on it. His tie was loose and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone. "I am aware that the practical side is a weakness of yours now two core thing I want to cover with you before Christmas is your Patronus charm and your defensive spells, starting with the latter." 

Lupin began by turning on the record player with music he then began teaching you the hand movements and starting to talk to you about posture and how you should be acting during casting these spells, at moments he got quite close to you even once holding your arm from behind to help you figure out the movement, the feeling of his chest pressed against your back and his arm on your hand send shivers through you making you feel a bit hot and bothered. By the end of your hour with Lupin you wanted to stay in the room keep going because you were enjoying yourself and the fun dynamic. He was gentle and helpful and really cared about helping you. He expressed that these spells aren't just for your exams but rather to protect you navigating the wizarding world. After the hour was up you thanked Lupin for the lesson and left the room with a quick "see you later."

After dinner you headed straight for the bridge to meet Lupin, he wasn't there when you arrived and you began to think he won't show today but he did walking up with his hand in his trouser pockets and a soft look on his face. "You know Y/N you don't have to come here to meet me everyday especially after I've just forced you to spend some of your evening with my in my classroom." He stood next to you leaning over the side but looking at you, not lighting a cigarette. "You make it sound like it's torture to spend time with you profesor." He laughed at your comment. "Besides this isn't like spending time with a teacher this is Lupin not the same guy who teaches DADA." You continued. "How so? What's the big difference?" He pushed.

"Well this guy encourages bad behaviour, he's a good laugh, he encouraged me to actually care about school." You began. "That last one sounds like something a teacher would do." Lupin interrupted.

"That's true, but it's different. Can I tell you something honestly?" You asked vulnerable and Lupin gave you a go on nod. "I see you, as in you who I meet right here as someone I can trust and call a good friend. I feel like your someone I can really trust in, don't get me wrong I have friends but I feel like you understand me in a different way, you understand everything I struggled with over the last few years at Hogwarts the isolation, the-"

"Y/N..." Lupin interrupted. "Sorry I got a bit too deep, I probably shouldn't have said anything." You said in embarrassment. "No Y/N, I appreciate every word. And I appreciate your honesty, if we're both being honest right now I agree completely. It's my first time teaching here and it's weird all my old teachers are now my colleagues and now I'm the old guy do you know how soul crushing that is? I felt so alone moving here all my friends have turned into people I can only see on weekends as I'm stuck on school grounds. But you were someone who decided to speak to me like a human not like a profesor or like a past student and it was so refreshing. Although I don't think I've ever smoked this much in my life." He laughed to himself. "We're both losers." You replied laughing. "What are your friends like?" You asked honestly. Lupin began telling you about Harry's parents and about Sirius Black and how they were school friends and now they're the most important people in his life. He talked openly about missing them but knowing that working at Hogwarts had given him opportunities he wouldn't have had anywhere else. Around 10pm Lupin checked his watch and realised he's kept you up with his stories past curfew, this was the moment you realised you had a prank to pull so you said goodbye to Lupin and made your way back to see the twins.

The twins were both sitting in the common room on one of the sofas as soon as you walked in they both jumped up. "We've been waiting for you." They said in unison. "You need to stop flirting with boys all night we have work to do Y/N." Fred stated. "Everything is ready we've got Harry's invisibility cloak we just need the map." George reached his arm out and you handed him the map. Around midnight you set off towards the library, once you were inside it was completely empty it was pretty cool to be there in the middle of the night, you straight away began jinxing the books it took a while to do all of them but thinking of new ways you can jinx each book made it a little bit more fun. You were maybe making a bit too much noise as you noticed on the map Filch was walking towards you. The three of you quickly jumped under the cloak of invisibility and went left the library, Filch ran past you and went into the library "Students out of bed." He shouted as he ran into the library but then he saw no one you wanted to laugh but you kept silent as you began to walk back to the Gryffindor dorm rooms. You heard Filch's voice complaining out loud behind you approaching you as your turned the corner, you were moving very slowly as you were trying to stay completely covered as you walked down the corridor. "What's wrong Filch?" You heard a familiar voice coming towards you from the opposite direction.

"Students out of bed profesor, they're hiding in the library." Filch said standing right next to you. Now Lupin was standing so close that if you breathed to loudly you were sure he'd hear. The three of you froze the twins shut their eyes probably to avoid laughing you stood there watching. "Now Filch why would students sneak around at this time of night to go to the library?" Lupin asked amused, it felt like he could see right through the cloak of invisibility.

"I could hear their voices." Filch replied.

"Okay." He looked right where you were standing almost making eye contact with you. "Let go check Filch come on." He said and they walked away from you and you felt like you could finally breathe, you ah the twins practically ran back to the dorm as sons as they were out of sight. When you returned, you began laughing about how you nearly got caught thankful that you didn't.

The next day at lunchtime is when the announcement came about your prank profesor McGonagall was the one to break the news "it has come to our attention that last night a group of students decided to jinx the library, now if anyone knows any information about this we urge you to come forwards..." she began her speech. Throughout the whole speech it felt like Lupin was staring at you and the twins. "Do you think he knows?" You asked them on your way out the hall.

"How could he?" George began. "We were under the cloak the whole time there's no way." Fred finished. You went on with your day and luckily no one knew it was you and the twins who pulled off the prank, every teacher would remind the class after the lesson that the library is closed and to come forward with any information during your DADA lesson you felt like Lupin was acting a bit different you didn't know if your conversation with him last night caused it or if he knew about the prank. During his own speech about how the library is closed it felt like his eyes were glued to you, you were confident he knew somehow. That evening he didn't show up to the bridge, you checked a marauders map and he wasn't in Hogwarts at all you felt wrong checking the map but you wanted to know if he went to the bridge after you left.

The next day after your lessons you had your DADA extra session, you went to the class like last time and just as before when you entered the tables were all moved to the side of the classroom. Lupin was sitting behind his desk as before and looked up to you to greet you "Good afternoon Y/N." He simply said.

"Afternoon Professor." You replied he was wearing his shirt properly buttoned up and his tie all the way up a lot more profesional looking than last time. "Today we'll be working on counter-jinxes as I believe you've already mastered jinxes let's see if you can counter them." He stated pulling out a pile of books onto the table, books from the library... "Luckily we have a lot of jinxed books that some students gracefully prepared for us." He handed you the pile of books. "So you want me to remove the jinxes this feels more like detention than tutoring." You felt annoyed at how he was treating you suddenly. "Why would you get detention unless you were the one who jinxed these books, no I don't want you to remove those jinxes I want you to open the books and use a counter jinx to protect yourself from whatever the books have to offer."

"But how am I meant to do that? I don't even know what will come out of them." You were scared of some of the things that the twins may have made the books do. "That's the point, that's the challenge." Lupin said. "You're not making this easy when I have no idea what to do, all I know is how to remove the jinx all together." You stayed in annoyance. He took a book, opened it and preformed a counter-jinx. "See that easy, now imagine you're in the library and you open a book a jinx comes out how do you defend yourself." He hands you a book and you look at it, it's one that you had jinxed so you knew what to expect and knew what spell to preform. Lupin seemed shocked at how well you did he probably wanted you to fail. "Not many people can think of a specific counter jinx before seeing what the book is jinxed with you know." He said simply. "I'm a faster learner." You replied and Lupin handed you a book on Herbology. "Very well, again." This one you didn't know the jinx so you opened the book slowly but you still didn't manage to use the correct counter jinx and you got completely covered in dirt and leaves. Lupin couldn't hold in his laugh at your state and you laughed along with him. "Okay now the first thing you need to know about counter jinxes-"

"Hold on you just wanted me to get jinxed before you began to teach me?" You questioned. "If you're going to jinx a book at least be able to protect yourself from it." He winked at you after saying it. "I didn't jinx this book." You began to wipe all the dirt off your face and Lupin handed you a tissue. "No but you jinxed that one." He pointed to the first book you opened. "You can't possibly know that."

"All I want to know is why Y/N? Because the way I see it is I tell you I'm trying to get muggle books into the library and that very night you and the Weasley twins go in and jinx every single book. No don't deny it, I was already sure that I sensed you there, and with how you knew what was in that book you provided it. Now believe me I appreciate the commitment to getting every, single, book. However I was doing something to try and help you and instead you decided to completely jeopardise it. If Pince ever finds out you were part of the efforts there will never be a muggle book allowed in the school even less so the library do you understand?" You had never seen Lupin so annoyed.

"Profesor, I'm sorry. I truly am, I don't know if it'll make you feel any better but this had nothing to do with you or Pince. I didn't even consider how this would affect you we just thought it would be funny and a great first prank of the year. We had this planned before, when we saw you in the pub with Pince we thought you had somehow found out and you were warning her and then we decided you couldn't know and that you guys are on a date" Lupin nearly chocked on the cup of tea he was drinking when you said the last part. "Me and her? On a date? Look I've made some odd romantic choices in life but I have some level of standards. Thank you for your apology Y/N, I may have taken it a bit personally especially after our conversation on Monday night, now let's begin before we spend the whole hour talking. So to perform a counter jinx..." There was no more mention of your prank and no more mention of anything personal profesor Lupin mode was on and he was back into teaching you still shared a few moments of laughing and a few jokes especially when you were victim to jinxed books but apart from that it was purely professional. When the lesson finished Lupin informed you that he is cancelling Fridays session as he will be away over the next few days he apologised and you simply replied with, "so no smokes on the bridge?" His facial expression became soft and he gave you a smile. "Unfortunately you'll have to wait until I'm back dear." He winked and then looked mortified with his own words as he opened the door for you it was as if he said that last word by accident he quickly continued with. "Have a lovely rest of the evening Y/N." and that was the last time you saw him for a few days, it was because of the full moon. You had already figured out after the first few months that whenever the full moon was approaching he wouldn't come to the bridge and then after the full moon he would get Snape to cover his lessons. You should've known straight away when he said he sensed you it meant he could smell you or even hear you from a distance that's why he knew that it was you hidden under the cloak of invisibility.

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Delightful | William James Moriarty x Reader

Chapter 10

Question after question after question.

Yet you wouldn’t receive any answers.

Perhaps it was due to the fact that you could only have the courage to think about them and not even consider whispering them let alone saying them aloud for others to hear.

You definitely won’t find answers here that’s for certain. So far you hadn’t been successful but then again up till now u weren’t actively searching for the truth due to shock. You’re still in shock of course but it is evident that it’s beginning to numbing. There’s no one to confide in. Even if there was you weren’t sure of who or even where to find them.

Either way you knew it wasn’t a pub or a market.

There’s nothing here in the manor that will solve it. That was proven rather quicker when you first met William rather upbrutly. You’re just glad the situation hasn’t been brought up since. Come to think of it you were also glad you hadn’t seen Albert of late since you did in fact finish his bottle of wine that night. You didn’t even consider how expensive it was.

But you were desperate and where can desperate people find answers when they no longer have access to a phone ?

Books. “I know !” You practically jump up from the small bed.

“I’ll pay William a visit !”

From what you understood, William is a mathematician. Of course maths couldn’t help you get anywhere but a university must have books in other fields of subjects. Maybe just maybe you’d find something small to help guide you on your way. But as you managed to find yourself there you couldn’t help but look all around you to stare on in awe.

It was so different compared to your own personal experience in education.

Well obviously, it wasn’t like you ever attended the university of Durham but still.

People were walking around rather cheerfully in groups chatting loud as the rarely bright sun shined down on all. An atmosphere you’ve never really experienced before. The architecture also slightly threw you off. From what you remembered from your time buildings like this were extremely old and new buildings were plain and simple, practically dull compared to the old ones.

But how were you suppose to find the library if you couldn’t run into every single room of the building ? It would only take a matter of time before you’d be recognised as a trespasser. “Come on lads !” You hear from near you in the courtyard.

You were quick to run around a corner, making sure to not be noticed.

Hiding behind a wall, you peek around to only spot a young student walking towards two other students, looking rather eager.

“We have professor Moriarty’s class soon !”

Your eyes widen at their words. You were quick to follow them from a distance. You watched on as the students walked into you assumed a classroom.

But just as they walked in they were quick to leave again. You assume maybe they had time until class started so they simply left they’re belonging in the room so they could go continue freely about for however long. You took slow steps into the empty classroom, simply blown away at the sight. You weren’t sure what you were expecting but definitely not this.

The room was too enormous to process, you struggled to believe this was a genuine classroom.

Even when you timidly walked upon the high steps onto the balcony, you couldn’t believe the quality of the room.

Your fingers run against the wooden bannister. Of course as you sat down there was now only one thing to do.

Sleep.

As some time passed your eyes begin to flutter and your senses heighten at the sound of chatter. You nearly gasped when you realised. The class was currently taking place. When you looked down you could only stare on at the sight of William teaching seemingly a dozen students.

Maybe it was near the end of the class ? You hoped it was. You did contemplate just simply walking out but you were quick to realise the room was filled with just young men and you would stick out like a sore thumb if you left now.

But you couldn’t help but wonder how did no one notice you at all ? You were sat at the very back off on the side where you’d actually stand out more so were no students bored of this class ?

You were and you’re not even a student.

There was no way that William was teaching that good that no student of his was bored ? Was he ?

Even when you squint your eyes to no avail, you still couldn’t make out what was on the board. He looked so…confident. In himself. He didn’t speak quietly and his voice wasn’t demanding yet it was clear and from what you could tell just by peering at the students even though some seemed tired they all listened and watched William like a hawk.

For a moment you could only lay your head in your arms in defeat as you realised that you were stuck here.

You didn’t really think about him having that effect on others. William had his back turned to the students as he wrote an equation on the board.

“And perhaps even then-

William for once mistakenly looked up to his right just at the exact moment you raised your head from your strained arms. It was as if time has frozen as you both locked eyes with one another. His eyes squinting up at you while your eyes widened like a deer caught in headlights.

Just like that William finished the class and as students began to pack up to leave you were rather quick to look away and avoid those unreal eyes staring you down.

William acknowledged all students before they left the room and you hoped that he would soon follow. He did not.

“So you really are a professor ?” You ask, gripping onto your long skirt hoping William didn’t notice the slight trip in your step as you carefully made your way down. He did. “Did you assume I was being dishonest about my occupation ?”

He asked, placing his hands behind his back as if he were still teaching like the professional that he is.

“I though you were just covering up for another job, I don’t know.” You simply shrug, briefly turning back to look around the huge room.

Of course, you missed the slight smirk evident on Williams face that was wiped away as soon as you faced him again. “I thought Louis had you doing chores this morning ?” Williams ask, gathering the dozen sheets of paper left on his desk. “He did ! He even wrote me a list but I left before I even started.” You smirk proudly. You weren’t even going to deny it.

Instead of walking by William’s side you opted for just simply following behind him like a lost puppy. Although you managed to get to the university with no problems, as the evening grew late and the sky began to darken you weren’t completely sure how to find your way back.

Minutes go by walking in silence with no conversation taking place between the two of you. You partly did want to indulge yourself in small talk but yet the words simply didn’t come out of your mouth. But even peeking a glance at William’s face he didn’t seem that keen on the idea either. Maybe he had a rough day ? Were his lessons really that short or was it cut short because of you ?

Yeah, silence was the better option.

But silence didn’t last long as you heard William greeting someone, you looked up to the sight of William speaking happily to Louis. You wonder if maybe they always met up on the way home.

You look around from behind William giving Louis a little wave all the while he simply returns a raised brow along with a scoff. There was a part of you that thought if the others had noticed you had left, in particular you were curious about Louis. But by a simple glance at the annoyance that shined through his glasses you guessed he somehow anticipated you once again leaving.

Although maybe he wasn’t anticipating your return ? It was evident now.

Maybe you shouldn’t sneak out anymore.

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[twisted-writing]

House of L/N

For Anonymous

Who asked: -How would they React to MC have powerful Magic

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POV: Third person

Characters:Male!reader, NRC characters (Epel, Ace, Jack, Deuce and Divus Crewel)

Word Count: 706

Note: please let me know if you guys like the first scenario or even if you hate it.

Note 2: this didn’t exactly come out as requested but I hope you all enjoy it anyway.

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Y/N opened his bag and with a wave of his pen, his papers and books were shrunk down and marched into his bag, in alphabetical order. He smiled. His things were nice and orderly. Just like how he liked them. Closing his bag, he finally looked up to see that his fellow first years were gaping at him in surprise. Ace, especially.

“What? You’re acting like you’ve never seen anyone organize their school things.”

“Not like that!”

“How did you do that?!”

“Teach me!”

Epel, Deuce, and Ace, especially Ace, got into Y/N’s personal space, causing him to back up.

“I think what they mean is, they were wondering what spell you just used and if you could show us how to do it.” Jack saved him, making the other three boys back up, once they realized how close they had been to Y/N’s personal space.

They had the decency to look somewhat sheepish and apologize.

“Well. It was my father who taught me how to do it.” Y/N began to explain as he closed his schoolbag and secured the strap for it. “He keeps things organized, which is to be expected, given how much paperwork he has to go through daily for the businesses he owns.” Professor Trein’s lesson had just ended and it was time for lunch.

“He wouldn’t mind if you showed us how to do it, would he?” It was Deuce who asked, as they exited the classroom and stepped out into the hallway, and began their way to the cafeteria.

“No.” Y/N thought of his father, who the public knew as a stern, ice cold businessman, but within the walls of their home, who would shower his mother and sister with all of the love and affection that they could ask for and the way careful way he would guide him whenever they would practice something new, taking safety precautions so as to not endanger themselves. “I don’t think he would mind at all.”

“Great!” It was hard to tell who was the most excited, Epel or Ace.

“Come by my dorm after school, I’ll show you how to do it then.”

They all promised to be there.

~•~

Y/N found himself standing in front of a tree that was almost dead in the botanical garden. It had been a tree that bore exotic fruit and flowers which had been used for brewing potions, and not only that…

“Can you fix it?”

“It’s our home!”

“Please do your best!”

…It was also home to the faeries that resided in the botanical garden.

Honestly, this wasn’t how he managed his Saturday going.

“Alright.” But it was Professor Crewel who had asked him and had promised to give him extra credit points on the next assignment. Y/N didn’t want to disappoint him. “Leave it to me.” And he didn’t want to disappoint the faeries who were looking at him with such hopeful expressions.

And if Y/N didn’t leave until the sun was beginning to set? Well, that wasn’t anyone’s business.

And if he also woke up to a basket full of exotic fruit on the nightstand next to bed the next morning as a thank you? That was for him to know and for no one else to figure out.

~•~

Instantly the smoke from a potion assignment gone wrong due to an arrogant first year, was instantly cleared, as if it had been sucked into a powerful vacuum.

“Thank you, pup. For your quick thinking.”

“Of course, Professor Crewel.”

He was feeling sorry for the first year who dared to think that they could do whatever they wanted during Professor Crewel’s lesson; they clearly had no idea of the storm that was going to rain down on them.

He could only hope that they learned their lesson after this.

#twisted wonderland #reader insert #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland x reader #reader imagine #twisted wonderland self insert #male!reader #epel felmier #ace trappola #deuce spade #jack howl #divus crewel

[meltingpotimagines]

Dating Asano as an E Class Student

Warnings: None

Request: "I would like to see fanfiction from assassination classroom with asano gakushuu, where reader is an e class student but she is with gakushuu (and it's totally normal, i mean he has his personality so it's not easy, but he's not too toxic or anything) and e class find out they are a couple. Maybe also some relationship headcanons (like what his father thinks about it etc.)." - @nemezisi

dating asano

as an e class student

name a bigger challenge i'll wait

y'all definitely had to hide it for a while

but nothing stays hidden forever

especially at that school aksjsks i still can't believe koro wasn't outed

class e was... well, let's just say not exactly happy at first

i mean, dating the enemy? have you lost your m i n d?

they weren't mean to you, but they most definitely questioned why you're dating him

somehow they managed to glare at him even harder after finding out

but eventually they realized that dating managed to mellow him out slightly and he wasn't treating you badly, so they chilled out

(they still don't really like him tho)

now his dad was a different story

he was beyond mad at you two dating

he claimed it was an embarrassment to his name and reputation

harassed nagged gakushuu endlessly

it was fine tho, he was used to ignoring his dad on matters he cared enough about

which in this instance, was you

surprisingly, you were never messed with??

possibly because anything he was capable of doing would affect your entire class

outside of expelling you of course but no way would your bf let that go without major clapback

he is his father's son after all

he mellowed out over you two dating after he finally accepted class e

(just another perk of having koro as your teacher)

asano definitely tutored you on any subjects you weren't good at

after all, how could he possibly date someone with poor marks in school?

(yet he chose to date someone from class e... astounding the way his mind works honestly)

he was def nice about it, but you could tell it was strained

he was used to tutoring students with already much higher marks so the extra amount of time (and patience) he had to take wasn't something he was quite prepared for

but he's learned plenty of self-control, so he never took it out on you

he just gave you lots of breaks

l o t s of breaks

isn't the greatest with affection

i mean, have you s e e n his dad? i doubt there's much in that household

but he still tries somewhat

like quick hugs or pecks on the forehead

be patient with him, he'll adjust eventually

he d o e s however give you compliments fairly frequently

they're not creative, or all that lovey-dovey, but he means them wholeheartedly and that's what matters

honestly, dating him despite your... scholarly differences turned out to be better than anyone in the school thought

after all, he's not bad at his core

just a little misguided

and who better to guide him in the right direction than you?

#asano gakushuu #asano imagine #asano headcanons #asano x reader #asano x you #asano x y/n #asano fluff #assassination classroom

[scarletsaphire]

Leslie Carilse was not someone Danny knew, but now he couldn't get her face out of his head. After all, its hard to forget the first person you failed to save.

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For Ectoberhaunt Day 5: Haunt Not happy with this one! Don't like it! Disappointed in myself! But you bet your ass its getting posted anyway.

Last week, Danny would not have been able to tell you who Leslie Carilse was if you offered him twenty dollars, and he could really use that twenty dollars. Now, he couldn't stop seeing her face. Pictures in hallways, on lockers, on the news. Even when he closed his eyes, he could see her face staring back at him, temple bleeding, eyes rolled back into her head, because he hadn't been fast enough. He hadn't been able to save her, no matter how much he tried. Danny had failed.

He'd barely been able to sleep that night, and the couple of minutes he managed were plastered with her face, a voice that didn't belong to her because Danny didn't even know what she had sounded like echoing his failures, cursing his name, cursing him. He'd turned his alarm off the second it started beeping, having been staring at it for almost two hours at that point. He'd stumbled through his morning routine, stumbled his way to school, and was now stumbling through the halls of Casper High. 

Apparently he couldn't even get a reprieve from dreaming her face here, because there she was, pushing through the halls. Only something was off. She wasn't injured, like she had been every other time Danny had imagined her. She wasn't glaring angrily, or even looking angry at all. She just looked... confused? Maybe concerned or nervous, but definitely not mad. All she was doing was walking through the halls, weaving through the crowd of students towards Danny.

He felt the chill of his ghost sense in his chest, and he covered it with a cough on instinct. Tucker, who was next to him, sighed. "Need me to cover for you?" he whispered

Danny didn't look over at him. "I think this will be quick," he replied. He didn't bother waiting for Tucker's reply, taking off through the crowd of students towards Leslie. Once he got close enough, he grabbed her by the wrist. She was cold. Too cold. 

Leslie spun around to look at him, relief clear on her face. "Oh thank god, I thought I was going crazy!" she said. "When I went to talk with Amalie she didn't even look at me, and Charlie ignored me, and then everyone was ignoring me, and I was so scared, I thought something had happened."

Danny took a deep breath. She didn't know. She didn't know, which meant that Danny had to tell her. "Can you come with me for a second?" he said, offering a small smile.

Leslie looked at him confused, glancing down at her watch. "But class is about to start?" she said. "And like. No offense, but I don't really know you, so..."

"I get that," Danny said. "But I really do need to talk to you. Your teachers won't mind. It's really important."

Leslie chewed on her bottom lip, thinking it over. "You know what, sure. Amalie is always telling me I need to live more on the edge and all that."

Danny guided her through the crowd, not quite invisible, but close. Just enough so that anyone who glanced through the crowd would see a person there but not enough to recognize who, or what they were doing. He didn't want to scare Leslie, not with everything she was going to learn.

He pulled her off into a classroom he knew was empty. When she saw the room she stopped, more nervous than before. "If this goes where I think it might be going, you better let me go right now, or I'll scream," she said, hovering next to the door. 

Danny widened his eyes as he realized what it looked like. "Oh, um no!" he stammered, face flushing. "It's nothing like that. I'll stay over here if it makes you feel better, I just really need to talk to you."

"What about?" she asked slowly.

Danny answered equally slowly. "What do you remember from yesterday?"

Leslie's confused expression didn't change. "I went to school, had a chess club meeting, and...I walked home, I guess? I don't really remember."

"Do you know what happened on the walk home?"

"Not really? I guess I must've been a bit out of it, but its not like too much could've happened, right?"

"There was a ghost attack," Danny said.

Leslie scoffed. "Yea, there's always a ghost attack here, its not like that's big news."

"This one was different," Danny said. "Its the first and only ghost attack to result in a casualty."

"Oh," Leslie said. "That's awful. I'm sorry for your loss, but I don't really see how that affects me."

"It was on Meyers Street. A car hit a girl from our school. Around 5 o'clock."

Leslie blinked at him slowly. "I was on Meyers Street around five."

"Yes. You were."

"I don't understand. Are you saying I...?" She choked on the words, unable to get them out. 

"That's why no one has been responding you today. They can't see or hear you."

Leslie stumbled backwards until she hit the wall, leaning against it. "No, no that doesn't make any sense! We see ghosts every day, they aren't just wandering the world as an observer, they're interacting, they're-" She cut herself off, looking up at Danny. "And even if that was how ghosts were, you can see me! You can hear me! What would that make you?"

Danny let his transformation wash over him without the lightshow, meeting her eyes as his turned green. "Also a ghost."

Leslie sunk all the way to the floor, staring blankly in front of her. "You tried to save me."

Danny froze. When she said she didn't remember the fight, he'd been hopeful that maybe he would at the very least be able to postpone this conversation. At this point he should know better. "I'm sorry I-"

"I remember you trying to save me," she interrupted. "I remember that everything hurt, and that you were cold, and I could hear... crying? It was you crying, wasn't it? You were so upset."

"I'm sorry I couldn't save you," Danny whispered. 

"I'm sorry you couldn't too," she said equally as quiet. "So, I'm a ghost. What now?"

"Now," Danny said, letting his ghost form fade back into human. "I have to get to class. You can continue hanging around the school, or you can explore Amity and get to know the ghosts that stay here. You can make your way to the Realms. Just don't end up on the wrong end of a Fenton anything."

"I guess I'll be seeing you around then?" Leslie gave him a small smile. 

"Yea, I guess you will be." He returned the smile, and left the room.

#danny phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #danny fenton #ectoberhaunt23 #eh magic #day 5

[trashbag-baby666]

Heart Of Glass-Rooster Bradshaw

Chapter Three

WC: 1,6550

C/W: None?

HOG Masterlist!

Bradley walked into their shared bedroom wiping his face with his shirt he took off in the bathroom.

Mazy pulled the covers down on the bed and looked up at Bradley.

"Are you feeling better," Mazy looked up and watched Bradley walk to the other side of the hed turning his lamp on then turned the light off.

"Yeah," he chucked his shirt at the hamper and crawled in.

"You sure?" Mazy laid down squirming over to Bradley as soon as he laid down.

"Mazy I'm fine," he frowned and combed a hand through her brown hair.

"You need to be in your right mindset to fly this mission." She sighed.

"So do you sweetheart," Rooster pulled her closer, "This is your dad we're talking about that you haven't spoken to in god knows how long."

"I'm managing Bradley I'm here to do my job and I know what happened can't even compare to things. But if we're gonna do this safely and responsibly and not let Hangman get in our heads we gotta let this Mav shit past us." Mazy sighed and ran a hand over his toned chest.

"I, uh, I know I just." Bradley was out of words.

"I know, I know." Mazy frowned running a hand through his hair over and over. She knew that it would always calm him down and comfort him, "It's hard being around my dad I'll agree baby but we have something to prove and a way to do it safely. We can't let Maverick or Hangman or anyone else let anything get in our way." Mazy coaxed him.

"I'm glad to be here with you," Bradley looked at his fiancé and kissed her on the forehead.

"I'm glad out of anyone I could be with it's you." Mazy smiled and scuffed his hair.

The group sat in the classroom with Mav showing them the canyon path, "time is your greatest enemy. Phase one of the mission will be a low-level ingress attacking in two plane teams. You'll fly along this narrow canyon to your target radar-guided surface-to-air missiles defend the area. These SAMs, they're lethal. But they were designed to protect the skies above not the canyon below." Mav explained. Mazy turned and glanced at Bradley. This was fucking crazy of an idea.

"That's because the enemy knows no one is insane enough to try and fly below them." Bradley interjected.

"That's exactly what I'm gonna train you to do. On the day your altitude will be 100 feet maximum." Mav spoke.

Storm and Phoenix glanced at each other eyebrows furrowed and eyes widened.

"You exceed this altitude radar will spot you and you're dead. Your airspeed will be 660 knots minimum. Time to target: two and a half minutes that's because fifth generation fighters wait at an air base nearby. In a head to head with these planes in your F-18's you're dead. That's why you need to get in hit your target and be gone."

"Holy shit," Phoenix grunted into the radio. Mav wasn't kidding talking about the G's being forceful.

"I know," Storm replied quick, "Time to target is one minute 30. We are two seconds behind increase to 480 knots."

"We got to move coyote." Phoenix said.

"Copy, increasing speed." Coyote replied.

"Shit!" Phoenix pulled up as they almost caught Coyotes end.

"Why're they dead?" They were back in the classroom. Mav asked the group.

"We broke the 300 foot ceiling, and a SAM took us out." Phoenix answered.

"No. Why's they dead?" Mav asked coyote.

"I slowed down and didn't give her a warning it was my fault." Coyote replied.

"Was there a reason you didn't communicate with your team?" Mav raised his eyebrows.

"I was focusing on," Coyote began.

"One that their family will accept at the funeral." Mav lectured. Storm and Phoenix shared a glance and then Storm and Rooster shared one.

"None sir," Coyote shook his head.

"Why did you anticipate the turn?" Mav looked at Phoenix, "You were briefed on the terrain. Don't tell me tell it to Storms family."

Phoenix looked over at Storm.

Mav flipped the training radar back on watching it and pausing as Fanboy and Payback would've hit the wall.

"What happened?" Mav looked at Hangman.

"I flew as fast as I could. Kind of like my ass depended on it." Hangman smirked. Storm rolled her eyes she couldn't bare to listen to Hangman more than half the time.

"And you put your team in danger and your wingman's dead." Rooster looked over at Hangman.

"They couldn't keep up." Hangman smirked and shook his head.

Mav put Roosters video on and paused it at the end, "Why're you dead? You're team leader up there why are you, why is your team dead?" Mav glared at Rooster.

"Sir, he's the only one who made it to the target." Storm looked up at her dad half challenging him.

"A minute late. He gave enemy aircraft time to shoot him down. He is dead." Mav lectured her challenging her back.

When Mazy was a teenager when she started to know things and call her dad on his shit. She constantly was left on a base over seas sitting in a house unsure if her dad would come back.

Mazy tried to keep contact with Bradley as they grew up. Usually it was over email until they were older and had phones.

Mav knew if he challenged Mazy she wouldn't back down.

"You don't know that," Rooster shook his head.

"You're not flying fast enough. You don't have a second to waste." Hangman shook his head.

"We made it to the target." Rooster shrugged.

"And superior enemy aircraft intercepted you on your way out." Mav stepped forward. Mazy was ready to jump in.

"Then it's a dog fight." Rooster sat forward.

"Against a fifth generation fighters." Mav yelled at him.

"Yeah we'd still have a chance." Rooster was getting mouthy with him and Mazy knew this wasn't going to go over well.

"In a F-18." Mav began.

"It's not the planes sir it's the pilots." Rooster raised his voice.

"Exactly!" Mav yelled and he knew as he said that, that he shouldn't have. Roosters face faltered and Mazy looked back at Rooster quick then shot her dead a death glare. Her eyes narrowing and she sat forward more.

"There's more than one way to fly this mission." Mazy butt in.

"You two really don't get it. On this mission a man flies like Maverick here. Or a man doesn't come back. No offense intended." Hangman smirked at Storm and Phoenix.

"Yet somehow you always manage." Storm leaned forward smirking at Hangman. Phoenix scowled at the blonde both just wanted to punch him.

"Look I don't mean to criticize. You're conservative, that's all." Hangman began.

"Lieutenant." Mav warned.

"We're going into combat on a level no living pilots ever seen. Not even him." Hangman nodded to Mav, "That's no time to be thinking about the past that goes for you too, Mazy Mitchell." Hangman let the M roll off his lips. Mazy saw red at that moment and Phoenix grabbed her leg to keep her down.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Rooster glared at Hangman.

"Rooster, Storm." Mav warned the two.

"I can't be the only one that knows Maverick flew with his old man and that Maverick is Mazy's old man." Hangman smirked.

"That's enough," Maverick raised his voice.

"Or that Maverick was flying when his old man," Rooster jumped at his throat. Storm was up in a second and grabbed onto Rooster.

"Lieutenant that's enough!" Maverick scattered forward grabbing his daughter off of Rooster as Payback and Fanboy grabbed Rooster and the rest grabbed Hangman.

"That's enough!" Mav yelled.

"You son of a bitch!" Rooster pointed at Hangman.

"Hey come on!" Coyote yelled. Mav had his arms wrapped around Mazy a similar way he would have when she was younger.

"Let go of me!" She squirmed out of his arms.

"I'm cool, I'm cool. Hey hey," Hangman got out of grip a little chuckle escaping his lips, "He's not cut out for this mission. I'd rather Phoenix and Storm as my wing women."

"That is enough." Mav had enough of this. Phoenix grabbed Storm to keep  her from going at Hangman's throat.

"You know I'm right," Hangman looked at Mav and took a step towards Rooster.

"You're all dismissed." Mav breathed out he didn't know how to respond or what to do. Hangman left. Phoenix, Storm, and Rooster hanging behind.

It was just the three left in the classroom. Phoenix looked at the two, "Mazy why didn't you tell me." Phoenix breathed out.

"It's not something I'm proud of," Storm looked down Rooster wrapped an arm around her protectively, "My dad wasn't emotionally present when I was growing up either. My mom died when I was young and I've pretty much spent my whole life hopping around military bases. Once I graduated I left when he wasn't home without notice."

"I'm really sorry," Phoenix hugged her.

"I love you Nat," Mazy rubbed her back.

“I love you too,” Phoenix sighed and opened her arm up for Rooster. He sighed and joined their hug.

“We love you too Bradley.” Phoenix giggled. Bradley chuckled lightly and kissed Mazy’s head.

“Hangman is such a prick.” Mazy groaned as she came out of the attached bathroom to the bedroom.

“I know,” Bradley looked up from his phone. He was sitting on the bed against the head board.

“My dad called me a few times but I don’t wanna answer him.” Mazy sighed and dropped her towel opening one of Bradley’s drawers and pulling out a shirt. She threw it on and a pair of lace panties. Bradley loved how comically large his clothes were on her.

“Let’s just sleep it off darlin’” Rooster grabbed Mazy by her waist and pulled her into bed.

#top gun maverick #top gun #bradley bradshaw #rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #phoenix top gun #hangman top gun #jake seresin #pete maverick mitchell

[vermilionhealth]

5 Foods that Make You Happy!

Low mood and sad feelings are experiences that sadly, all too many of us are familiar with. But there is good news available.

While it can sometimes feel as though a low mood dominates your thoughts, feelings, and experiences, this does not have to be the case.

Small, subtle changes can make a significant difference, and this includes paying close attention to your diet.

Read more: Top 5 Ways to Add More Vegetables into Your Family’s Diet!

Making small changes to the things you eat can have a huge impact on your mood and emotions. In this guide we take a closer look at five foods you can enjoy to lift your spirits and boost your mood.

1. Dark Chocolate

Dark chocolate has been shown to improve mood in those who suffer from depression, and studies suggest that eating dark chocolate may also help reduce stress levels.

The flavonoids found in cocoa beans are thought to increase the level of serotonin (a brain chemical) in the body. This helps to regulate mood and makes you feel happier.

Keep a bar of dark chocolate in the fridge, and enjoy a square or two when the low moods hit.

2. Salmon

Salmon contains omega-3 fatty acids which are known for their anti-inflammatory properties.

They are also rich in vitamin D, B vitamins, and iron, which are essential nutrients for healthy skin, hair, and nails.

Eating salmon regularly can help keep your immune system strong, and protect against heart disease and stroke.

Salmon is also an excellent source of protein, so if you’re feeling tired or run down, try adding some fish to your diet.

3. Blueberries

Blueberries contain anthocyanins, powerful antioxidants that support mental health. Anthocyanins are believed to help fight free radicals, which are harmful compounds produced during normal metabolism, and this means that blueberries can help to prevent memory loss and dementia.

As an added bonus, blueberries are also a superfood!

4. Bananas

Bananas are packed full of potassium, which plays a key role in nerve function and muscle contraction.

Potassium deficiency is associated with anxiety and panic attacks, so eating bananas regularly can help to calm nerves and ease tension.

Bananas are also packed with vitamin B6, an important element in synthesizing feel-good neurotransmitters, such as serotonin and dopamine, which help you to feel great.

5. Oats

Oats are another food that is great for fighting low mood, as they contain magnesium, which is vital for helping muscles relax and reducing stress.

Magnesium is also needed for energy production, so eating oats regularly can give you more stamina throughout the day.

If you want to add extra fiber to your breakfast, try making porridge from rolled oats, water, and milk. It takes just minutes to cook. This is easy to prepare ahead of time. You can even freeze it, then pop it straight into the microwave for a quick, warm bowl of goodness.

6. Berries

Berries are high in antioxidants, which are beneficial for maintaining eyesight, protecting cells from damage, and boosting immunity.

Antioxidants are also thought to play a part in preventing cancer, so berries are a fantastic way to maintain good health - including lifting your mood and combating high levels of stress.

Try mixing berries with bananas and yogurt for a tasty snack that is packed with goodness and nutrition.

Final Thoughts

Mood swings are common, and can be difficult to manage.

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[luminous-letters]

Hello again~!! I just wanted to ask, since I thought a little about it, and would you like to write something else related to Jack having crush on reader? It can be related to "baddass reader", but it doesn't have to. It's ok if you don't want it too! I was just gushing lately about the idea of Jack being in love, and still denied it, what a tsundere :D

I'm back 🛐

Today's the day I'll finally ask MC out— is what Jack's been saying for the past week. Somehow, something would come up. That and he'd be tongue tied, which he cursed himself for.

"Eighth time's the charm...I guess." He sighed, staring at his reflection. He donned his usual school uniform getup, the same olive green shirt under the white button up. He combed his hair a bit, taming the out of place hairs. Once he was satisfied with the quick brush and touch up, he set out. Maybe another shot at asking you out.

"It wasn't my fault that there was no paint!"

"Shut up Ace, Cater even reminded you before we left."

"If you heard what Cater said then why didn't you buy some paint?" Came the Heartslabyul duo's regular late-afternoon bicker, with the regular shoves and light punches.

Maybe they know where to find you, he thought.

"Hey, you two." Jack called, "Have you two seen MC?" he asked, cool and composed.

"They're probably helping clean up the lab." Deuce responded, placing a finger on his chin, thinking.

"You've been snooping around for MC more often, Jack. Maybe you're...in love?" Ace teased, drawling out the 'o' in love.

"It's nothing like that." He replied without missing a beat. But it's exactly like that, he berated himself. "Defensive? Ow—" Ace continued, getting a quick shove from Deuce.

"You're reading too much into things." Jack raised a brow, still keeping his cool front intact. "See you guys." He left, heading towards the alchemy lab, commanding every cell in his tail to not wag.

"He's pining." Ace deadpanned.

"Come on, we have supplementary lessons." Deuce called, ushering his ginger-haired friend towards the next classroom.

"Alright, these roots go there next to the newt tails. Try not to work yourself too much, I'll send someone to help you if I can."

"Got it. Thank you professor."

Jack heard your voice, he wasn't swooning, definitely not. Your voice sounded like silver bells against his sensitive ears, so beautiful, so—

"Jack Howl, how long do you intend on standing outside my room?" Divus Crewel raised a brow, "Tsk tsk, loitering. I ought to whip you to shape!" the professor's whip cracked loudly. "I'm not up for idle chatter, either help us or leave, surely those muscles of yours have some use." Crewel offered.

"Um, yeah. I can help out."

"Very good. MC! Guide Jack on what to do, I'll be checking the garden. I trust you two can handle it?" Crewel hollered, taking his leave. But not before a warning, "If anything, and I mean anything breaks, spills, leaks. You know what I intend to do."

"Yes professor." You and Jack replied in unison.

"This goes to the acid cabinet." You instructed, handing an opaque aquamarine liquid to Jack, it was neatly sealed in a small vial.

You fluttered from shelf to shelf as quick as you can, steps light and calculated, careful not to knock over any of the alchemical concoctions splayed out on the desks.

"You seem to be in better shape than last time." Jack struck up a conversation, placing the vial on its designated rack. "The headmaster used some healing magic." You replied, "Take those beakers to the sink."

He followed the task. In a few seconds, most if not all of the used beakers were neatly sitting on the lab's aluminum sink. "The nurse told me to be careful still." You continued, running the tap. You handed Jack some soap and brushes. "Wash this for me."

"Yeah, shouldn't you still be resting?" He asked, the scent of soap and the sound of running eater filled the air. "I'd miss out on a lot of stuff if I did, and I can manage." Came your reply across the room, you were busy checking the shelves, presumably you were taking inventory.

"I know but...but you should really rest, you don't look healed." He reasoned, glancing at the bandages and scars that still littered your body. You noticed, covering up what you could with your uniform. "It's nothing."

"I'm done with the beakers, anything else you need help with?"

"We're almost done, let me do a final check on the materials." You said, cautiously climbing down the ladder. He noticed you wince, you still weren't in good condition to work. "Let me take care of you...this, I mean, let me run an inventory for you." Jack slipped on his speech, mentally facepalming.

"Okay? Sure." You handed him a notebook filled with your handwriting. He scribbled some of his own findings, jotting down about how the thorn powders were running out and that the lanternblossoms in stock were wilting.

"This should be all." He handed you the notebook. Almost skyrocketing when you gave him a smile of approval.

"Let me just run this by professor Crewel real quick." You were midway outside the room when you offered, "Actually, can you come with me?"

Yes, a million times yes. As long as you want.

"Sure, why not?" He coolly responded. "After this...uh...I know a good diner off campus." Jack offered.

"A date?"

"No...well, uh. It's not, I-i'm just asking? We can bring the others if you want." Jack stumbled again, almost positive that he blew up another chance at asking you out.

"Oh? Sure, I'll shoot them a text later." You waved off, the two of you setting off towards the botanical garden.

Was it successful? Was it a failure? Jack honestly didn't know.

But he was still thankful that he'd get to go out with you, even if the others would be tagging along.

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[hurtedpirate]

It started on Thursday.

At least that’s what Harry told himself as he stepped out of the of the shadowy potions classroom and began his ascent up the stairs and back to the Gryffindor common room.

Thursday was the day that the unspoken agreement had begun, but truthfully, Harry’s feelings for Draco spanned farther back than just 3 days. But on Thursday, Harry and Draco entered the detention room as enemies and left it as something more complicated. Professor McGonagal, who begrudgingly accepted the detention monitor position for the day, had to step out unexpectedly, leaving Harry and Draco utterly alone and stewing in silent tension. Fighting quickly turned to kissing, and definitely would have led to more, if professor McGonagal had not spared the paintings from seeing such behavior as she reentered the room.

Friday was stolen looks and shoving in the hallways. Although the aggression between the two now took on a more sexually charged meaning.

Saturday allowed for a quick rendezvous in the nearest empty classroom, but the two barely had time to decide whether to curse the each other out or make out before Crabbe and Goyle were banging at the door in search of their leader.

“Tomorrow, McGonagal’s room, we’ll finish this once and for all, Potter,” is all that Draco managed to get out before Harry slipped out the back door.

Although Harry insisted to himself all Sunday morning that Thursday was the true starting point of all confusing Draco-related feelings, he could not hold up the ruse any longer. He stared into Draco’s surprising soft blue eyes and knew that the issue ran deeper than Thursday. The issue was that he was deeply attracted to a boy that he could never be with. An attraction that he could have ignored if it weren’t for Draco’s hand holding the back of his neck.

He would have ignored if it weren’t for Draco’s lips pressing against his, gentle but persistent.

God, he should have continued to live his simple, constantly in near death situations life, but Draco’s tongue was drinking him in. His free hand was now occupied with the task of unbuttoning Harry’s white shirt. His legs knew to steadily guide them both towards the nearest table so that he could rest his hips comfortably between Harry’s seated, open thighs.

Draco kissed Harry’s face tenderly while running his hands lovingly through his brown locks. He moved his nose down to gently nudge the crease where Harry’s chin met his neck. Then, with one hand on Harry’s lower back and the other planted firmly on the table, Draco sucked hickies into Harry’s collarbone while Harry arched his back towards the other boy.

The hand previously placed on the table began its new mission of unbuckling Harry’s pants and slightly relieving him of the growing pressure. Once the pants were opened, Draco started palming Harry’s crotch slowly, while continuing to press alternating kisses onto his collarbone and moaning lips. Satisfied with the progress made, Draco knelt down painfully slowly, his breath trailing down Harry’s chest and lower torso. He peeled the thin covering away and took the chosen one’s dick in his hands.

Harry, mouth finally free, spoke for the first time in minutes. “Oh fuck, Draco.”

Draco grinned and placed a chaste kiss on Harry’s inner thigh.

His hips bucking, Harry responded with an appreciative moan.

Draco continued with his kisses, far away enough from Harry’s center to drive him crazy.

“Draco please”, Harry whispered between moans.

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[sunnyrinka]

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Maehara and Isogai┊"Let me copy your homework. I'll be really fast."

The afternoon sun that glared through the classroom windows almost looked to be challenging them. Shadows stretched into the empty room, casting a rusty hue that brought the wispy dust particles into visibility. The tint of light and flecks alike emitted a mystical glow, but rather than a comforting one, it only made the two feel more sluggishly tired.

It had barely been twenty minutes into their daily study session when Maehara groaned exasperatedly, pushing the notebooks laid disorderly in front of him further away. He leaned back on his chair, stretching his arms over his head as the sound of a worn-out sigh filled the room. Isogai was no stranger to this.

"What's wrong, Maehara," he muttered without having to look up from his own homework.

"It's nothing. Nothing at all." Maehara sat up straight, abruptly, retrieving the fallen pencil that had slipped from his grasp and rolled idly across the desk.

Isogai craned his neck slightly to glance at his friend, viewing the distressed boy up and down. "You sure? Karasuma-sensei did push you quite a lot today... it's okay if you want to rest."

"I can say the same to you." Maehara's eyes softened, shifting in his seat to face Isogai. "Does it still hurt?" His gaze trailed down to Isogai's lap, where his bandaged wrist was loosely hid, tucked behind the flaps of his school uniform.

"This? I'm fine!" He lifted his hand. Injuries from training were normal in their class after all, and he smiled to Maehara as if to assure him with that shared knowledge.

Maehara raised his eyebrows. He was not fooled easily, and Isogai knew that. He knew that their understanding ran deeper than the surface exchanges of words, smiles, and frowns alike. He could be awfully stubborn if he wanted to, but never to the unwavering Maehara who was just as insistent.

It worked well when both understood what the other wanted. It worked well when both were adamant on giving their friend what he deserves.

So Isogai dropped his pencil and Maehara scooted closer to him. He reached for the nimbly stacked workbooks, widening his eyes. "Hey, you already finished what was required for today," he commented with an impressed tone.

"That's true, but..." Isogai let out a soft breath. "I still need to review things from yesterday's homework. The content there should be helpful."

Upon Isogai's sudden statement, Maehara flipped back a page, his mouth dropping open. "This was yesterday's?"

"Yeah?" Isogai laughed, his eyes swinging back and forth from the workbook to Maehara's stunned expression.

"Shit. Shit shit shit." Maehara scrambled to his end of the desk, gathering his stationery materials and the notebooks in one brisk sweep. "Let me copy your homework. I'll be really fast."

Isogai could not suppress his laughter, but he placed his right hand atop Maehara's arms that were jittering in a frenzy. "Maehara, no, let me help you with it." He calmed down at the familiar glimpse of Isogai's warm smile.

Maehara was quick. He was fast to talk, to act, to be all layers of vivacious, and to deliver whatever spontaneous bursts of energy that were to come. It was a strange charm to him, he knew that. And yet within Isogai's presence, even when the words on the bulky textbooks overwhelmed the pages and his sight, he always managed to keep his mind contained. Still.

There were no fidgety sparks inside to distract him, no urges to leap whatsoever. Only the guide of a reliable friend, his best friend, to keep him grounded in moments of apprehension. Igniting the worries to flow away in those hearty afternoons, as the sky faded to feathery colours of pink and orange. Maehara realised that that was Isogai's charm.

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[piercethewon]

Chapter 2a: Two uncommon strangers.

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—Ready for physics?— Sunghoon tried to start a conversation, opting to ignore the way your eyes threatened to close; he knew that you would get mad at him for pointing it out or nagging about your messed up sleep schedule, and the least he wanted was to worsen your morning mood.

—Is that even a question?—. You eyed him up and down with a frown when he reached out to grab your bag, you were well aware of how much he cared about you, but there was no need for him to pity you to this extent, it only made you feel pathetic —Of course not, I don’t think anyone but Lily is ready for today— you said, glancing at your pink-haired friend who just nodded.

—Still…— he gestured for everyone to start walking —Don’t lose hope just yet, you barely arrived and the day is still young— he had a point, but mornings had always put you in a gloomy mood that you had not yet learned how to control —Who knows? Something completely life-changing could happen at any moment of the day—.

—How do you even manage to be so positive this early?—.

—Someone has to do it, this place would fall apart if all of us were as pessimistic as you—.

—Are you implying that I’m the problem?—.

Sunghoon shook his head, not quite believing his ears —No! All I’m trying to say is that no matter how sad you are, I’ll find a way to cheer you up because that’s what friends do…— he looked at you, almost bumping into a few people in the process. His motivational speech was cut short, as your group arrived at the classroom; he could clearly tell Gaeul was making fun of him inside her head just from the way she looked at him from behind your back, but it was not important anymore, physics was at the top of everyone’s worries right now.

Guided by Lily, who always wanted to take the front seats, you and your friends started occupying the usual chairs, but just as you were about to sit beside Sunghoon, a boy you had never seen before placed his bag on the desk and sat beside him without even looking at you.

You blinked a few times to process what had just happened, opting to sit between this unfamiliar person and Gaeul. You noticed how there was another student sitting beside Sunghoon on the opposite side and sparing glances at him as if the two guys were caging him.

—Good morning, class— the teacher spoke, immediately making all chatter come to a halt —I have graded the tests from last week— ah, yes, the words no one wanted to hear; except Lily, of course —And also, two students have transferred recently, Jay Park and Jake Sim— the strangers who were sitting beside your friend raised their hands when their respective names were called —Let’s make them feel welcome, okay?—.

A murmur of unanimous agreement was heard, but you could tell something smelled fishy, and it was surely not the teacher’s cologne this time. You looked at Gaeul and Lily, who were coincidentally staring back at you as if you had an explanation; the younger girl had an unusually tense posture, holding so tightly onto her pen that you feared it would break in two any second now. As for the black-haired girl, she was just plain confused like you and poor Sunghoon, who glanced at you as if asking for an emergency rescue; you could not blame him, you would have freaked out too if two strangers had suddenly cornered you and were not-so-discretely analyzing you.

There was something unsettling about the way those two guys shared smirks and quick glances, it almost seemed like they were having a mental conversation. Suddenly, the guy named Jake, who was sitting beside you, turned his head in your direction and raised an eyebrow in a questioning manner —Is there something wrong with my hair?—. Was he calling you out for staring? How did he even notice? Were you being too obvious? Well, most likely, since you had not taken your eyes off them since class started.

—Sorry!— you decided it was not time to act like the suspicious one, and opted to play dumb —It’s just that we don’t usually see new students around here, so I was surprised…— you had no idea whether it would be too soon to try to get close to them, but something about those strangers was attracting you to their orbit like a magnet. —I’m Y/N, by the way—.

—Jake, well, you already know that— both of you exchanged fake laughs out of politeness, the air was so dense it almost felt like you were about to see the awful results of an important physics test… wait a minute.

—You did well, miss, but I know you can do better— the teacher spoke, interrupting the conversation and placing your test on the desk. Well, at least you passed, Sunghoon would have been so proud of your positive thinking.

And speaking of Sunghoon, who would have known that, indeed, something completely life-changing could happen on a random Wednesday morning? Lily had not spared a single glance at her test, she was still holding onto her pen for dear life and something about her strange behavior was ringing alarms in your head because you trusted her intuition more than anything, and if her entire body language was telling you that something was super wrong about those two boys, then who were you to ignore the warning?

But at the same time, deep inside you knew that trying to avoid them would not lead you anywhere, you had to take the risk —Hey, Jake, and Jay too— you called, trying to ignore the fact that both guys were fighting back smiles as if they knew the conversation would turn in this direction anytime soon —Mind if we have lunch together?—.

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