#i was a good responsible student today and i have to get up early tomorrow

[plussizefantasia]

Revenge

Flufftober Day 18: Teacher AU

literature teacher!Loki Laufeyson x math teacher!reader

Word Count: 1.5k

AN: I actually love this one so much. I also just realized that we are over halfway done with Flufftober which is kind of sad. Anyway, we've got 13 more days left and I'm looking forward to the plans I have for each one. If you liked this story please reblog and I'll see y'all tomorrow.

divider credit @royallaesthetics

You are going to kill him. You are going to murder that man. You stayed after your last class yesterday so that you would be able to draw out the problems that your students would have to solve for class today. Now, written right on top of your trigonometry diagrams were the words:

“Mathematics may be defined as the subject in which we never know what we are talking about, nor whether what we are saying is true. -Bertrand Russell”

Written in the ever so familiar scrawl of the Literature Teacher, Mr. Laufeyson. Loki was a nice guy, a great teacher, and at times, a giant pain in your ass. You have no idea how this little feud of yours got started but you are certain that it has escalated beyond what it once was.

At the start, it was just funny little jokes between the two of you. He had once stolen all of the red pens that you used to grade your student’s quizzes and when you went to go look for them, they had all been taped together in one big ball and were sitting in your “Math is Fun” mug that you kept in the teacher's lounge. That was annoying and you also had no real way of knowing who had done it. Until he had brought it up the next day and asked how grading had gone.

You had retaliated by going in early the next morning and moving all of the furniture in his classroom an inch to the left. It had thrown him off just enough that he had tripped on his rug during a lecture and faceplanted. All of your students were talking about it two periods later when they arrived in your class and you were all smiles for the rest of the day.

So far, there has not been any lasting damage, and all of your coworkers find it more amusing than annoying which is a good thing because neither of you wanted to get the administration involved. 

You were not amused by the board graffiti you had found when you came in your class this morning, and while you were re-drawing the problems he had ruined you were thinking of how you could get back to him later that day.

Your plans for revenge had to be put on the back burner as students started filing into your classroom. Half of them looked so tired that you genuinely thought they might fall asleep at their desks and the others looked entirely too frazzled for 7:30 in the morning.

It wasn’t until after you had had your lunch break that an idea had come to you about a way to get back at Loki. You grabbed the pile of graded quizzes from your desk, ones that you were able to grade in red pen thank you very much, and started making your way upstairs to where Mr. Laufeyson’s class was located.

You knew that he was teaching his British Literature elective right now, as it was fifth period. You also knew that most of the kids in that class were also in your Calculus class at the end of the day.

You didn’t wait for very long before pulling open the door to his classroom and waltzing right in with a smirk across your face.

“Good Afternoon Mr. Laufeysoon, pardon the interruption but I have some quizzes I need to give back to some students ASAP.” Without waiting for a response you began walking up and down the rows of desks in his class passing out the graded quizzes to your very amused students. You noticed that he had stopped talking when you had walked into the room and hadn’t started up again. “Go ahead,” you had told him, “don’t want to waste valuable teaching time.” You continued to pass out the papers, all while trying to not burst out laughing at the look on his face.

“Um, yes right. Well as I was saying. Shakespeare was a minor god of his time. His ability to-”

“Hey Derek, I wanted to talk to you about this question that you got wrong, would you be able to stay a little bit after our class to talk about it.” You sent a small wink to Derek and put a finger to your mouth to indicate that he shouldn’t say anything. “I just don’t want to waste any class time going over it today, we have a lot to cover.” Derek just nodded and you could see his shoulders shaking with repressed laughter.

“Are you done?” Loki asked, slanting his hips to one side and placing the hand not holding his open book on them. “Because I have a class to be teaching right now.” He lifted his eyebrows and you acquiesced. You wanted to mess with him, not ruin his whole class plan for that day.

“Yes, I’m done. Thank you for letting me hand those out.” You smiled sweetly at him and began walking back out of his room. Just barely hearing his mutter of “I didn’t let you do anything.” As you passed by him.

Mission accomplished you headed back down to your classroom and started gathering up the things you would need to teach the next period. You didn’t expect that he would have the time to be able to get you back today. But you were for sure expecting some kind of retaliation the next day.

It wasn’t until your last period that you were proven wrong. Everything seemed normal, your students filled in slightly ansty as it was the last period and everyone was ready to go home. They all pulled out their work and started on the problems you had written on the board. 

It wasn’t until you started calling on them that you realized what you had opened yourself up to.

You called on Derek first, he was one of the more academically inclined students you had but he was shy about answering in front of the class. You knew he had gotten the answer right, you had looked at his work before you called them all back to focus. But what you weren't expecting was for him to give you his answer in eh most god-awful British accent you had ever heard.

“I doth believeth that the answer to this problemeth is 42.3”. You were baffled. You had no idea what was going on and the fact that Derek had said all this with such a straight face made you think you were having some kind of hallucination episode in the middle of class. But instead of mentioning it you just decided to move on.

“Oh-kay. Um… Samantha what did you get for number 2.”

Again you were met with an awful accent and weird olde- english phrasing.

“Yes, Madame, the answereth I haveth arrived at was X equaleth 110”.

Now that you knew you weren’t just having a breakdown and something was actually happening you didn’t hold yourself back.

“What is happening right now? I don’t- why are you guys being so weird.”

You were met with utter silence, which was rare in your classroom of 23 teenagers. But you didn’t move on. You stared each of them down, focusing a little harder on trying to get the weak ones to crack. Finally, it was Abigail who let the cat out of the bag. She was sweet, but notoriously bad at keeping secrets.

“Mr. Laufeyson said he would give five bonus points to anyone who used a bad accent in your class today.” She let out in all one breath, “More points if you spoke like someone out of Shakespeare.”

You ran your tongue across the front of your teeth. “Did he?” You let out a sort of incredulous laugh and shook your head a little. “Well then, bonus points on the next quiz to whoever can steal the marble apple off his desk and bring it to me tomorrow.” Your students all began to laugh a little bit and some had a look of extreme determination across their faces at your words.

Your class continued sans silly accents and you sent your students home for the day without any homework. As you started cleaning up your desk, putting your laptop in your bag, and grabbing your sweater off the back of your chair you were interrupted by the voice of your arch-nemesis.

“You are positively wicked.” Loki was leaning up against the frame of the door to your classroom, his jacket also on his arm and his messenger bag slung across his shoulders.

“You started it with the Russell quote on my board. You knew how much time I put into drawing those problems.”

“Admit it, it made you smile when you saw it.” He began to cross across the room towards your desk,

“Maybe, but what really almost made me lose it laughing was Samantha’s horrible British accent.” You looked up at him and let out a small laugh at the memory. “So maybe, Mr. Laufeyson, you are the wicked one.”

“I might be, Mrs. Laufeyson but you were the one who married me.”

“Yeah, I guess I did.” You chuckled once again and leaned up to place a kiss upon your husband’s lips.

“May I ask what plans you have concocted to get back at me tomorrow Darling?” He asked.

“You’ll just have to wait and see for yourself tomorrow, Love.”

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[thebiggerbear]

Jason Teague x Reader - Prompt Response - "I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that."

Summary: When another student makes an unwanted move on you, Jason's not above flexing his assistant coach authority muscle a little to get the guy to leave you alone and send a message.

A/N: Prompt from @creativepromptsforwriting (#941). I absolutely adore early s4 Jason Teague. He's such a cutie. I always loved him and Lana together until the dark turn happened & he chose to keep seeking the stones for his mom. This was something that just popped into my head for the prompt line. Hope it's okay.

Reader is 18 (similar dynamic setup to him and Lana in the show). This is meant to take place during s4.

Thank you to my beta Em for her services. You rock, girl!

Pairing: Jason Teague x Female!Reader; Jason Teague x Student!Female!Reader

Warnings: guy gets a little too close for Reader's comfort and he gets handsy for a second

Word Count: 4725

Jason Taglist: @heartlessdelusions; @nancymcl

"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that."

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You closed your locker only to jump as an undesired face appeared beside you. Said face of the unwanted senior broke into a wide grin. 

“Derek,” you chuckled nervously. “You scared me.”

He gave you what he seemed to think was his most dazzling smile. “Sorry.” He seemed anything but. “So, I was just wondering if you were going to Trav’s party later?”

“Um, I don’t think so,” you offered as you rearranged the books in your arms, gesturing towards them. “Gotta study.”

His smile faded a little. “That sucks. Wait… Today’s Friday…”

You could see him working it out in his head and you hurried to find another excuse. “Plus, you have the big game later.”

“But Trav’s party is after the game.”

You nodded, internally rolling your eyes. “Yeah, it is.” Why couldn’t this guy just take no for an answer? He’d been after you for most of the semester and you wanted nothing to do with him. You never flirted, never gave any signals or showed even a sliver of interest in return, so why was he so persistent? You’d turned him down and made excuses time and time again. 

You might feel bad if Derek was a genuinely nice guy, but he wasn’t. He’d bullied you all throughout most of your middle school years — knocking books out of your hands, purposely tripping you in the hallways, calling you horrible names, and even shoving you into lockers as he passed you by. He’d even smashed a tray of food into your clothes once in the cafeteria; he and all of his buddies laughed as mashed potatoes and gravy dripped off of your sweater. Lana would always ask if you’d tell your parents or the principal, but you refused; your parents were dealing with enough thanks to their divorce, and the principal would only make it worse.

Lana would then give you a hug and be there for you as much as she could. Chloe offered to handle it for you, but you begged her not to, swearing her and Lana to secrecy. By the time Clark joined your friend group in freshman year, Derek had moved on, giving you a reprieve for a few blissful years. Before then, however, there were many days you went home and sobbed into your pillow, hoping beyond hope that the next day he’d just decide to act like you didn’t exist instead of continuing to torment you. Thanks to him, you learned how to become invisible and you were good at it… Until you grew up and became a Smallville High senior. Now, all of a sudden, Derek was dogging your every step for some reason.

“You can come watch me play and then join me at the after-party.” Derek actually looked as if he had given you the solution you had been hoping for. “No test tomorrow,” he added proudly. 

“Actually, I have plans later, so I’m sorry, but I can’t make it. Good luck at the game, though.” You went to turn to leave when he grabbed your books from you and tossed them behind him with a grin, not caring in the least that a passing student had to duck to prevent a possible head injury.

Derek boxed you in against a locker, both arms on the sides of your head. He leaned in and your heart began racing, half in fear and half in anger. You usually tried to keep things civil so that his bullying wouldn’t start up again before you could graduate and get out of this godforsaken high school, but this jerk was getting on your last nerve.

“You don’t have any plans now,” he said in what he must have thought was in some sort of sexy tone. All it did was cause a knot to form in your stomach and increase your anger. “Come on, Y/N, come to the game and then we can head to the party together. Whaddya say?” He playfully wiggled his eyebrows at you and you reached your limit.

You took a deep breath, looked him square in the eyes, and stated firmly, “No.”

That took him aback for a moment. “No?”

“No.” You went to move under his arm when he stopped you.

“What do you mean no?”

“Exactly what it sounds like: no. As in nope, nein, nyet, negative. As in never going to happen.”

“But…” You could see him trying to understand how you could turn him down. “Why?”

“Why?” You laughed in disbelief. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah. Why won’t you go out with me? I’ve been asking and asking.”

You had to restrain yourself from asking him again if he was really serious. Apparently he was and, while you had so many potshots you wanted to take at his ego and so many horrible things you wanted to say, you decided against the alluring idea of being petty and just gave it to him straight. “I hate you.”

His jaw dropped. After a moment, however, he gave you that creepy smile again. “You have a weird way of showing that, though. Seems to me you like playing hard to get. I can dig it.” He went to move closer to try and kiss you when you quickly slid out from under his arms. You swiftly picked up the books he had thrown and you were about to start down the hallway when Derek’s voice stopped you.

“So I’ll see you at the game later? Then you and me, we can go to the party together.” 

You knew you should ignore it but you’d had enough. You’d been dealing with this for weeks and in your bid not to stir the waters, it had only gotten worse. Time to pull the pin on that grenade and hit him with the cold hard truth that no one else in Smallville was aware of. 

You blew a wayward strand of hair out of your face and took a deep breath, spinning on your heel to face him. “I don’t know how you keep missing the fact that I’m not going with you, that I will never go out with you, but that’s your problem. As it so happens, I’m already seeing someone.”

He stiffened at that. “Who?”

“Someone and that’s all you need to know. And even if I wasn’t, let me just make this perfectly clear: there is no way in hell I would ever go out with you, especially not after all you did to me back in middle school. You’d have to be crazy to think I would.”

Derek waved a hand dismissively. “Come on, I was just playing around with you back then, not to mention it was like a million years ago. You don’t need to make such a big deal about it.”

Your eyes widened. Wow, this guy was even more of a jackass than you imagined. If you didn’t despise him so much, you might actually feel bad for him, or at least you’d feel bad for the future girl who did decide to give him a chance one day. It was a real mystery to you why any girl in this school, cheerleader or not, would ever date him for anything other than his football jock status. “Do you have any idea what you put me through?”

He rolled his eyes. “Okay now, you’re just overreacting. So we played a couple of pranks on you when we were kids, big deal. They weren’t that bad. Just get over it and get under me already.” He smirked at you and waggled his eyebrow again. You began to feel nauseous, disgusted and in disbelief; did he really just say that? Did he really say something that crass and suggestive after telling you that you were overreacting and needed to get over his bullying you?

“Wow.” You blinked. “Derek, you are…something.”

“Don’t I know it, babe.” Derek stepped closer to you, instinctively making you hold your books in front of your chest as if they were some form of shield. “Come with me to the party tonight and you could know it, too. See why they call me the D-train, on and off the field.”

If your heart wasn’t pounding in a mix of fear and anger right now, you would have laughed right in his face. For someone involved in sports, he sure didn’t have any game. You really couldn’t believe this was happening. And to think, when you woke up this morning, you thought it was going to be a halfway decent Friday, especially when you got a sweet good morning text from a certain someone.

“Not happening,” you seethed.

“You say that now,” he said in a throaty murmur. “But you’ll be saying something different later, trust me.”

Your jaw tightened and you turned to leave when he grabbed your arm. “Let me go!” You yanked your arm out of his grip just as Clark appeared seemingly out of nowhere and stepped between you.

“Derek, leave her alone. She said she doesn’t want to go with you so just let it be, alright?”

“Who the hell are you to tell me what to do, Kent?” Derek bit out, not one bit happy about the interruption. A crowd had started to gather and you could hear the whispers and feel everyone’s eyes on you — which was exactly what you didn’t want. You nervously buried a hand in the back of Clark’s t-shirt and tried to tug on it to get his attention so he could walk away with you. He didn’t budge and continued to stare down Derek, unperturbed.

“Alright, break it up. Break it up.” Assistant Coach Teague suddenly appeared and he quickly glanced between Clark and Derek. “What’s the problem, fellas?”

“Nothing, Coach,” Derek answered. “Just a little misunderstanding between me, Kent, and my girl.” He glared over at Clark.

“Oh my God, I’m not your girl,” you snapped. “Get it through your thick head already!” You leaned into Clark a little, asking “Are you sure there’s enough padding in those football helmets you guys wear? Because I’m going to start worrying about you if this,” you gestured towards Derek, ”is the end result.”

A hint of a smirk played on Clark’s face, but he tamped it down and immediately echoed you. “She’s not your girl, Derek. She never has been. Just leave her alone and we’ll be cool.”

“It’s not your business, Kent,” Derek hissed, yet his cheeks had darkened a shade in embarrassment, having become aware that more people than Coach Teague were carefully watching the scene.

“No,” the coach agreed. “But it is mine.” Your eyes widened and your heart rate picked up a little at that. Still, you did your best to hide your reaction from the student populace currently congregating in the hallway. “And I gotta tell you,” the blond took in Clark’s determined expression and protective stance in front of you. His green eyes roved over you and landed on your fingers buried in the tail of Clark’s t-shirt before looking back over at Derek. “This doesn’t look like nothing. I pretty much already have an idea of what’s going on, but because I like to be fair, I’m gonna give you one chance to tell me what’s really going on here, Deakins. And you better make it good.” The coach had his arms crossed and he stared down his player, a stern expression on his handsome face. 

“Look, Coach, it’s nothing. Y/N and I were just talking when Kent—”

“Derek was having trouble with the word ‘no’ and what it meant so I stepped in to make sure he understood it loud and clear,” Clark interrupted. Coach Teague’s eyes widened and snapped over to you. You subtly nodded, biting into your bottom lip and hoping he recognized the nervous gesture for what it was: that you wanted this to stop and go away already. You’d been through enough over the years where Derek was concerned; you’d be damned if the idiot was going to ruin your senior year for you, too.

The coach’s jaw tightened and he gave you an almost imperceptible nod in return before glancing between his two players once more. “Okay, that paints a pretty clear picture. Deakins, you’re going to head straight to Quigley’s office right now and tell him why you’re not playing tonight.”

“Coach, that’s not—”

“I don’t want to hear it.” Coach Teague growled. “As a matter of fact — Hopkins!” Another player emerged from the growing crowd. “Escort Deakins to see Coach Quigley. Right now.”

Hopkins nodded. “Yes, Coach.” He moved next to Derek who was glaring at you over Clark’s shoulder.

“Stupid bitch,” he muttered. “Not worth my time.” Clark tensed against you and you noticed Coach Teague’s hand clench underneath his crossed arms.

“Get going,” the latter spat. “Or I’ll see that you’re benched the rest of the season.”

Derek spared you one more heated glare, but turned at Hopkins’ urging and began walking away. Clark relaxed slightly and you let go of his shirt, letting out a small breath of relief. Thank God a fight hadn’t happened. You were grateful that your friend stepped in and had your back, but you didn’t want him getting hurt on your account and you really didn’t want a huge dramatic scene. Of course, the small crowd that had gathered around you might prove you wrong on that last account. You snuck a glance in Coach Teague’s direction to find his green gaze already intent on you. You quickly snapped your eyes back to Clark, the one person you were allowed to be looking at without drawing too much attention.

“Alright, show’s over. Everyone, get to class!” The coach urged. People began to disperse, talking loudly once more as they milled the hallway. Great, what happened between you and Derek was now bound to be the talk of the school for the next week at least.

Clark spun around to face you. “Are you okay?”

You gave him a small, grateful smile. “Yeah. Thanks for having my back like you did.”

He returned the smile. “Of course. What are friends for?”

Coach Teague appeared and clapped a hand on Clark’s shoulder. “Alright, Kent, I appreciate what you did and I’m sure Y/N does, too, but you need to get to class. I can take it from here,” he assured the younger man.

Clark nodded, glancing back and forth between the two of you, and adjusted the strap of his backpack. “Sure. Call you later?” He asked you, suddenly seeming unsure which was strange for your usually confident friend. 

You didn’t know why he appeared to be so uncertain all of a sudden, but you nodded, your smile as kind and as reassuring as you could make it. “Yeah, definitely.” 

He gave you a nod and turned to head in the opposite direction. Confusion furrowed your brow as you watched him go.

“Miss Y/L/N.” Coach Teague’s voice right next to you snapped you out of your thoughts and you turned to see his gaze burning into you once more. Unlike Derek’s leering stare, these eyes were warm and made you feel safe. “If you want to report Deakins to the Principal, I can escort you. Or if you want to go to the nurse’s office first to get looked at…”

Your eyes widened slightly. “What? No, no, I’m fine. No need for the nurse.”

He arched a brow over at you. “The principal then?”

You pressed your lips together and rearranged the books in your arms. “No. No need,” you answered quietly. Honestly, you just wanted this whole thing to go away, especially Derek himself. You’d like him to go away most of all.

Coach Teague’s jaw tightened and he gently took your books from you and indicated for you to start slowly walking down the hall. He kept an even pace with you. “What Kent said sounded serious.”

You shrugged a shoulder. “It wasn’t. Derek was just being a jerk like usual.”

The coach thought on it for a moment and then licked his lips. “What class do you have now?”

“I don’t. I have a free period. I was just about to head out actually.”

He nodded in approval. “Early Friday. Not bad. Perks of being a senior.” He shot a grin over at you.

You couldn’t help but return it. “Something like that.”

He came to a stop and handed you back your books. “Well, before you go, would you mind helping me out with something?”

You slipped the books into your bag and dug your teeth into your bottom lip. “Gee, I don’t know,” you teased. “I’m supposed to be meeting this guy I’m seeing for a quick lunch before he has class in about an hour. And I need to swing by my house first, so that might be kind of cutting it close.”

Coach Teague furrowed his brows as he considered your words. “You’re right, that is kind of cutting it close. Any chance that this guy that you’re seeing is good-looking? You know, to make it worth the trouble?”

You pretended to think over it for a moment and then shrugged a shoulder. ”He’s…fairly handsome, I guess.”

His jaw dropped. “Fairly? Really? That’s—” Jason quickly glanced around as you snickered behind your hand. He saw that there were still a couple of students in the hallway. He quietly cleared his throat and Coach Teague was immediately back in place. “Well, be that as it may, I only need a moment of your time and then you’re free to go meet this guy who sounds way more good-looking than you’re giving him credit for.” He ignored your grin and gestured over your shoulder. You turned to see the door to his office. He opened it and held out a hand towards the office in open invitation. “After you, Miss Y/L/N.”

“Sure thing, Coach,” you quipped. You stepped inside, hearing him mutter under his breath, “fairly handsome” followed by a scoff as you passed right by him. You bit your lip to keep from laughing.

Once you heard the door close, you spun on your heel to face him. “So, what is it you need my help wi—”

He was already on you, cupping your face and kissing you. Once you needed to breathe, he laid his forehead against yours. “What Clark said… Did Deakins put his hands on you?” He panted out. “Tell me.”

Still dazed from the kiss, you fought to answer his question. “Only for a minute.” Whoops, that hadn’t been what you’d meant to tell him. Damn Jason and his talented kissing… not that you’d ever admit that to him. His ego didn’t need to become any larger.

Sure enough, Jason’s eyes went wide. “Only for a minute? What the hell does that even mean, Y/N?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to pull him back into another kiss, but he resisted. He wanted answers and he wasn’t going to give in until he got them. You were quick to assure him, “He grabbed my arm for a second, but I immediately pulled away and then Clark was there. It was barely half a second, I promise.”

His jaw clenched and he stared into your eyes. “Did he hurt you?” His tone took you aback for a moment. You’d heard him irritated before, but you’d never heard something so…menacing. It actually made the tiny hairs on the back of your neck stand up. “If he hurt you…”

“No, no,” you reassured him, stroking his cheek. “I’m perfectly fine.”

The unfamiliar fire in his eyes began to dim a bit and his jaw unclenched. Jason was usually a pretty easygoing guy and you rarely saw him get angry, if ever. Even in the few arguments you’d had, he never got mad, not really. While you understood his justifiable reaction, something told you that if Derek had had his hands on you for one more second or if he had seriously hurt you — and if Clark hadn’t intervened — you may have seen a new side of Jason that you hadn’t seen before. You weren’t sure why your instincts were screaming this at you, but they were. This was definitely something you filed away to discuss with him later, choosing instead to focus on reassuring him for now. 

“That creep better think twice before coming near my girl again,” he murmured, tenderly pushing your hair out of your face.

“I think you and Clark made that pretty clear,” you soothed. Because he certainly wasn’t listening to me. Talk about dense.

He gave you one of his charming smiles. “Gonna make it a lot clearer.”

Again, you felt a little perturbed but you quickly pushed the feeling back down and decided to recalibrate the situation. You tightened your embrace around his neck and moved into him more, giving him one of those smirks. “So, do you really have to go to class or do you think you can skip just this once?”

His smile brightened and you knew you had been successful in changing his thought track. “Look at you trying to be a bad influence, trying to persuade me to ignore the call of higher education.”

You leaned in and brushed your lips against his ear. “I’ll make it worth your while,” you whispered huskily. You felt him shiver slightly against you and you pressed your lips together to keep the triumphant smile off of your face. He was practically putty in your hands now and you knew it.

“When you say worth my while…”

You moved his collar away and placed your lips on that spot of his neck.

“Oh, you mean that,” he chuckled quietly. He briefly closed his eyes as you began to apply pressure and added your tongue into the mix. “You know,” he murmured, biting his lip as his hands glided down your back. “I really shouldn’t skip class.”

You lifted up to his jawline to plant kisses there. “True. So, how about we skip that lunch instead?” 

Jason pulled back to grin at you. “Now we’re talking.” He kissed you and when you both needed air, he placed his forehead up against yours. “But what kind of boyfriend would I be if I made my girlfriend go hungry just so we can make out under the bleachers?”

You snorted a laugh. “We are not going under the bleachers again.”

“Why not? You know it’s my favorite spot.” Seeing his adorable pout made you want to give in, to give him everything he wanted to make him happy since he made you so happy, but you couldn’t forget that you both had almost been caught the other day. The junior gym class had been running the required annual mile for their fitness tests. He had to pretend he had caught you smoking a cigarette under there just to cover up what you had really been doing. The stern talking to he gave you was beyond ridiculous, but you’d had to go along with it to keep up the charade. It was too risky and you didn’t want him to lose his job. You knew how much he needed it to be able to afford staying in college. 

You decided to dig your teeth into your bottom lip and tease him. “We could go to another one of your favorite spots,” you enticed. His eyebrows shot up and your smirk grew. When he realized which one you were talking about, his face brightened and his smile was so wide it had to hurt his cheeks. He looked like an excited overgrown kid who just learned he could open his Christmas presents early. 

“Really?” 

You held up a finger. “But no skinnydipping this time.”

He immediately deflated and you fully expected to hear another cute whine. Instead, he mumbled, “Okay.” You giggled at his reaction under your breath and he gave you his charming smile once more. There had been skinnydipping (all him though he didn’t realize it) but it had been dark and definitely nothing was seen. The water had been cold as hell and it had been a quick swim, the chill in the night air dashing Jason’s romantic plan for the evening.

“And then after the game tonight,” you continued, kissing his chin. “We can go back to your dorm,” You then kissed near the corner of his mouth. “And play your Xbox,” you hummed.

“I really hope that’s code for something else,” he whispered teasingly to your lips. 

Instead of answering, you just smiled. Truthfully, your relationship hadn’t reached that point yet. You’d only been dating since the summer when you two had met at a party where you both spent the whole night talking after hitting it off well. He was planning on traveling to Europe in the next week to spend some time in ol’ Paris on the advice of his mom since he was still hurting over losing the prospect of a football career due to his injury. However, he ended up changing his mind and instead spent all of his time with you. He enrolled at CKU once he got a job — funnily enough as an assistant coach at your high school (so he could still see you in between classes and be able to make money while also doing something he actually liked) — and he continued his relationship with you. Grand romantic gestures, stolen kisses during working hours… And throughout it all, he’d never pushed you for more than you were comfortable with. He’d been patient and understanding, even telling you “I’m good with where we are as long as you are, too.” And of course you were, how could you not be? He was an amazing guy who made you laugh, texted you every morning and night, insisted on taking you out and spending his free time with you, whose kisses made your knees turn to jello and your heart race. You could talk to him about anything; he was good and kind and everything you could ever want in a guy. Everything jerks like Derek weren’t. You loved everything about Jason (though you hadn’t exactly told him that yet). He was everything you wanted and somehow also everything you didn’t know you needed. You were beyond happy.

Jason cupped your cheek and leaned in, kissing you sweetly. When he pulled back, he whispered. “Hey, are you really okay?” All traces of humor and flirtation from a moment ago were gone; he was now completely serious.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I promise.”

He studied you for a minute, most likely trying to determine if you were being completely truthful (you were), and then he tenderly rubbed his nose against yours. “Okay,” he conceded. “But you just say the word and he’s out the rest of the season. I mean it. He will be riding the pine pony so long he’ll be getting splinters in places one really doesn’t want to get any splinters.”

You shook your head and gave him a warm smile. “Thanks, but I’m okay,” you hummed as you brushed your lips against his.

His eyes were still closed when you moved back. “How do you do that?”

Your brows furrowed in confusion. “Do what?”

“That.” Jason opened his eyes and he looked genuinely awe-struck which took you aback slightly. “You kiss me and my brain goes to mush.”

Chuckling, you shrugged and ran your fingers gently through his hair. “I could ask you the same thing since every time you kiss me, it also happens to me.”

A familiar warmth began to light up his eyes and a hint of a grin played upon his lips. “Well, that can’t be good for either of our studies. Maybe I should stop kissing you. You know, since we seem to have special kissing powers that have bad effects and all. You’re pretty bad, but me? You won’t have a single brain cell left if we keep going like this for another month or so.”

You lifted up in his arms and murmured to his lips, “Maybe you should stop talking instead.” He snickered into your mouth and tightened his embrace around you. You were on a timeclock, after all, and you intended on making good use of the time you had together.

#jason teague x reader #jason teague x female reader #jason teague x you #jason teague x y/n #jason teague #smallville fanfiction #smallville #prompt response #smallville fandom #jason teague fanfiction #jensen ackles #jensen ackles character #thebiggerbear

[acupofqueercoffee]

“Love thrives on coffee, dark and creamy”

Request by @varnos-kavine

Hello! I love your writing style and I was wondering if you could maybe write a fic where Lesso and the reader aren't together yet, but have mutual crushes and when the reader gets sick Lesso panics a bit and takes care of reader and when they are better they give Lesso a kiss as a thank you for taking care of them. Then maybe at the end them cuddling together in readers bed, just tooth rotting fluff :Dd

i’m dishing out fluff fics like there is no tomorrow. not trying to sound hifalutin or anything but i should seriously be appointed the president of lesso fluff club xD and my goodness, thank you so much! ^^

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Is there anything more exhilarating than returning to your alma mater?

Setting foot once again in the sacred grounds not as a student but a teacher. Walking through the hallways, that have magically remained the same after all these years, with an air of nostalgia cocooning you. Working along immensely gifted people who have nurtured you into what you are today, who are the very architects of this newly appointed teacher standing here right in front of them.

Only by virtue of their teachings are you now able to share, the knowledge that you have reaped and the lessons that you have learnt through your professors once upon a time, with your very own students.

You have a vast array of characters in your classroom, every single one of them uniquely interesting in their own way, now that the two schools have become one. They have since your year. In fact, it is during the middle of your first year that the school master has decided to introduce the new system.

The road has been bumpy at best at first, for both the professors and the students, but it gets significantly smoother as time goes by. Now, even though there emerge occasional kerfuffles over some things and topics as is common in general society, the school runs seamlessly otherwise.

The students are respectful towards their teachers, and the teachers, too, work together to ensure equal opportunities, and offer the best education for their students.

It is early in the morning, and you have been marking papers at your desk in the teachers’ common room, before a hand enters your vision as a steaming mug is placed in front of you.

Looking up is not necessary for you to determine who it is. The ring-adorned lithe fingers, with long nails neatly polished in sterling silver is an instant giveaway.

In fact, yes. Yes, there is one thing more exhilarating than returning to your alma mater. Returning to your alma mater that also happens to have the woman whom you are positively, perpetually enamoured of.

“Dovey says you like coffee with cream, yes?” So, she has questioned, and your doe-eyed gaze has moved from admiring her lovely, long fingers to her exquisitely sculpted face, as she continues. “I accidentally spilled cream into my coffee. You can have it.”

It takes you a while to really register what she has just said, only realising that she is awaiting your response when you notice the slight tilt in her eyebrow.

“Oh!” You replace the quill with the mug, cradling it in your hands. “Uhm- thank you, Lady Lesso.”

“Lesso will do just fine now that we’re part-” She hesitates, then cooly recovers. “-colleagues.”

“Alright.” You give her a small smile, take a sip of the creamy goodness.

“Mmm, just how I like it. Thanks, Lesso.”

She acknowledges you with a nod. You have only just diverted your gaze towards the entrance at the sound of Professor Dovey and Anemone, but the dean in front of you has already left by the time your gaze returns.

The next morning, it is you setting the steaming mug of coffee atop the dean’s desk.

“Professor Dovey and Anemone must have forgotten to let me know that we’re out of cream. I can’t really take my coffee dark, but I know you like yours dark.”

It is then that you notice another mug, sitting empty on the mahogany tabletop.

“Oh, you seem to have made a cup for yourself already. It’s okay. I can give it to Professor Anemone. She usually takes-”

No sooner have your fingers wrapped around the warm mug to take it away than gracefully long digits are locking around your wrist.

“Who said I was drinking coffee? It was just water. Leave it here. I’ll have it.”

In fact, it has not been just water. After ingesting two cups of unadulterated, black coffee, not only have her nerves been hyperactive the whole day, she also has to lie awake in bed until dawn.

Earlier today, as the dean is heading towards another classroom after finishing one, a student has approached her, saying that you have addressed a message to her.

And now, she awaits your arrival in a secluded area of the garden.

According to what you have said to her through your student, you should have been meeting her here almost thirty minutes ago. Suddenly feeling foolish and frustrated at both you for going against your words and herself for acting like a naive schoolgirl, she leaves the garden, teeth gritted, and grip, white-knuckled tight on her cane as it meets the floor with more force than is necessary.

It is on her way back to the common room that she comes across a commotion right in the middle of a hallway. At first, she dismisses it just another case of the students getting a little too excited, but when she senses that something is wrong, she quickly begins making her way through the crowd.

And what she finds immediately chases away all the bitterness that has been bubbling inside, replaced entirely by concern.

With her heart in her mouth, she rushes towards your side, but a small crumpled heap on the ground, asking around as she does so. “What happened?”

“When we found her, she had already collapsed.”

Your silky white gown is sullied, beads of scarlet fixed into the soft fabric like a sickening version of tiny rubies.

“Why is there blood?”

“We don’t know, Lady Lesso.”

She has to physically release a deep shuddering breath to calm herself. Without wasting another second, she effortlessly gathers you into her arm, and it is then that Anemone and Dovey subsequently arrives, gasping upon seeing your state but then, clearing the way for Lesso to swiftly carry you out of here. Dovey grabs her cane from its forgotten place on the floor as she marches towards your chamber.

Upon getting you into bed and out of your attire, she is partially relieved to find upon your body no injuries. However, your body is lacking colour, and evidenced by the encrusted blood around your nostrils which had already been wiped clean, you must have bled as well. Even though both Dovey and Anemone proposes to take shifts looking after you, she refuses to leave your side, taking it entirely upon herself to care for you, and just sitting by your bed to keep an eye on you.

You wake up when night falls, feeling better than you have in the afternoon, finding upon awakening a head full of strawberry strands atop your creamy sheets. You try to be as subtle as you can, but even the slightest shift of your body is more than enough to bring her out of her slumber.

“You’re awake. Are you feeling better?”

“Much.”

“Do you want to eat something?”

“Perhaps later. I’m not very hungry.”

“Do you need anything?”

“Can you…?” You let it hang, instead patting the empty space beside you with a hand.

Silently, surprisingly, she obliges, slipping under the duvet, and adjusting herself until she is facing towards you.

“I was worried.” A thumb has unexpectedly found home on your cheek, caressing along your cheekbone with feather-soft tenderness. “You scared me.”

“I’m sorry.” You shift closer to her, and kiss her sweetly on the very tip of her lovely, little nose. When you part, she holds you close, keeping you from moving away with an arm around your back. “Thank you so much Lesso, for taking care of me.”

A hum along with a kiss atop your forehead has been her response. When the arm around your back tightens, and you are pulled deeper into her, you press your face against her throat. She smells divine, like her favourite cup of freshly brewed coffee, with just the faintest notes of a petrichor. You bury your nose in the little dip, inhale heartily.

“I missed my evening classes.”

“I asked Dovey and Anemone to fill in for us, and promised to take their shifts tomorrow.”

“We can share the classes between the two of us.”

“Sorry to break it to you, sweetheart, but you are to rest in bed tomorrow. The schoolmaster’s order.”

“But Lesso,-” You whine, seek her face. “-your schedule is already packed as it is. If you’re going to take-”

She gazes down at you, eyes teeming with mirth at your little pout, as she shushes you with a finger on your lips.

“Fret not, darling. Starting from tomorrow, you’ll be giving me kisses everyday as compensations.” While her forehead parks on yours, your cheek is gingerly pinched between her thumb and forefinger. “In the meantime, I want you to just rest and recover. Alright?”

You steal a quick kiss from her, keeping your lips in close proximity even when you part, and from there, you murmur. “Why tomorrow when I can start right away.”

You dive in to press another kiss to her lips, lingering there this time as she gathers you in her arms, keeping your dainty frame pressed against her body.

And that is how you fall asleep, cocooned in each other’s embrace.

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you know what the student coming up to lesso to deliver your message is actually dovey and anemone’s doing. they sent another student to you as well with the message that the dean would like to have a word with you privately. lmao they were fed up with the two of you chickening out and tiptoeing around each other that they decided to play cupids. although it did not go as planned, the outcome was favourable all the same. so mission accomplished i guess.

#lady lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso x reader #leonora lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso #lady lesso #leonora lesso #fanfic #character x reader #charlize theron #fluffy #sge #sge movie #sge netflix #the school for good and evil #anemone #emma anemone #professor dovey #clarissa dovey #cute and cuddly #couple cuddling #cuddles #sickfic #coffee #i actually like my coffee black though i also occasionally take it with milk ☕️

[hearts-hunger]

it's a wonderful life || danny wagner x reader

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Summary: You and Danny spend a quiet night in decorating your tree and watching the first snowfall.

Pairings: Danny x Wife!Reader | Genre: fluff | Word Count: 2.8k | Warnings: none!

A/N: This fic is the definition of "a fic I wrote for myself" because the reader is a teacher and her favorite Christmas movie is It's a Wonderful Life. Nevertheless, it's very sweet, and I hope you enjoy this little holiday treat ♡

“Danny! I’m home!”

You nudged the door closed as you came inside, arms full of gift bags and cellophane-wrapped treats and the collection of coffee mugs you’d taken to work but rarely remembered to bring home. You’d just finished your last half-day at school before winter break, and it was a nice change of pace to be happy and energetic when you came home from work instead of dragging yourself right to the couch for a nap. 

You went to the kitchen table and dropped off your bounty, looking over each item with a full heart. There were handmade Christmas cards that said “thank you for being my teacher, Mrs. Wagner!” in messy, loving scrawl; there were baked goodies from parents sent in festive tins; there were gift cards and candles and all manner of little gifts given with notes that valued the hard work and love you poured into your students every day. As excited as you were to enjoy your gifts over the break, you appreciated even more the reminder that your work didn’t go unnoticed and the generous hearts the gifts were given from.

“Dan,” you called again, smiling as you peeked inside one of the tins. “That mom gave me more of those pizzelles you love.”

You expected to get a response to that — the same mom of one of your middle schoolers had given you a batch of cookies at Thanksgiving, and Danny had eaten almost all of them — but you didn’t hear anything. Snagging a piece of peppermint bark from one of the gift bags and grabbing a pizzelle for Danny, you headed out of the kitchen and went to find your husband.

You found him in his music room, sitting behind the drums with headphones on. It was no wonder he couldn’t hear you calling him; he had the volume so loud you could hear the demo of one of the new songs they’d been workshopping. He looked much more casual and comfortable than you were expecting. He usually liked to get “dressed up” for work, usually in his black jeans and a sweater, but he was in sweatpants and his well-loved Abbey Road t-shirt as he started to tap out a beat on the toms. 

You stepped closer to his kit and gave him a little wave in greeting, hoping to catch his attention without startling him. When he noticed you, he gave you a surprised, delighted grin that warmed you straight through.

“Hi, baby,” he said, pausing the demo and letting his headphones rest on his neck. His voice was hoarse, and your happiness at seeing him quickly turned to worry.

“Oh, honey,” you said. “You sound awful.” You came around to his side of the kit and put your hand to his forehead. He hadn't gotten up with you that morning like he usually did, and you’d suspected he didn’t feel well; he was definitely warm now, and his cheeks held a rosy, feverish color.

“I’m okay,” he said, and though his voice was a wreck, he didn’t sound concerned. “I’ve been taking medicine. It’s just a cold.”

You tutted and moved your hand to cradle his cheek. “Poor thing. I’m sorry you don’t feel good.”

He smiled. “Thanks, sweetheart. Do you feel alright? You’re home early.”

“Half-day, remember?” You held out his cookie. “And I got lots of presents.”

“Sweet!” he said, taking the pizzelle and giving an exaggerated sigh when he bit into it. “It’s so nice to be married to a teacher.”

You laughed. “You might not think so when you see the stack of grading I have to do.”

He waved you off. “I’ll help you. We’ll get it done today or tomorrow so you can enjoy your break.” He looked up at you. “Hey, speaking of enjoying your break, I made you hot chocolate.”

You grinned. “Really?”

He chuckled. “Yes, really. Come on, I’ll make you a cup.”

You followed him into the kitchen, fussing over him a little as he muffled a few coughs behind the collar of his shirt. He smiled when you rubbed a hand over his back, assuring you that he was fine but thankful for your concern. Danny had always been a low-maintenance patient when seasonal illnesses came through, content to take it easy and let himself rest. You knew he’d tell you if he was really feeling bad and decided not to worry overly.

He had you sit at the table while he ladled hot chocolate into a pair of mugs. His mom had a fantastic slow-cooker recipe for hot chocolate; she’d made it the first time Danny brought you home for Christmas, a few months after you started dating, and he’d asked his mom for a copy of the recipe that same night so he could always know how to make it for you. He made it on special occasions and when you needed some cheering up, and sometimes he made it just as a little surprise for you.

“Thank you,” you said, gratefully accepting the warm mug he handed you. You took a cautious sip; it was wonderful, creamy and cinnamony and rich. 

“Good?” he asked.

You gave a contented hum. “Like a melted bar of chocolate.”

He smiled, looking through the gifts you’d set on the table. “All this is from your kids?”

“Aren’t they sweet?” you said. “I always forget how nice it is on the last day before break. Everybody’s in such a good mood, there’s an air of excitement and festivity, there’s gifts and parties and sixth-graders belting out Christmas carols... it’s lovely.”

Danny gave you a warm smile. “I’m glad you had a good day, sweetheart. Are you happy to be on break?”

“Yes,” you admitted with a soft laugh. “It’ll be nice to sleep in and not worry about work for a few weeks. And to have lots of time with you.”

You offered your hand, and he took it with a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“I have some ideas on how we could spend all that time,” he said, running his thumb over your wedding ring.

You smiled. “Oh yeah? Like what?”

He met your eyes and raised a suggestive brow. “We could... decorate the Christmas tree.”

You laughed, and he grinned as he watched you. You took his hand and spread his fingers so you could kiss his palm.

“I’d love to decorate the tree,” you said. You looked over your shoulder to see the full, beautiful tree in front of the bay windows in the living room. “It looks so... not-sparkly right now.”

He chuckled. “I guess we’d better make it sparkly, then.”

Danny put on Christmas music and started stringing the lights on the tree while you fished around in the attic for your box of ornaments. Your collection was small so far, both of you adding to it each Christmas since you’d been together, and you treasured each ornament and the memories they held. 

“Oh, Dan, it’s so pretty!” you said when you came into the living room, admiring the lighted tree. He stepped back from it and looked it over, adjusting a few strings of lights until it was perfect.

“You found the ornaments?” he asked.

You held the box up. “Sir yes sir.”

He gave a soft laugh and motioned you over to the coffee table. You set the box down and took off the top with a flourish, revealing the sparkly, colorful ornaments nestled in festive tissue paper.

“Do the honors, Mrs. Wagner,” he said. “First ornament of the year.”

You smiled and gave him a quick kiss. “Thanks, honey.” You picked a handmade one, a small cross-stitch hoop with the Greta Van Fleet logo carefully and lovingly stitched by Danny’s grandmother. She’d given each of the boys one, and they found a spot of honor on every Kiszka-Wagner tree each year.

You and Danny took your time decorating the tree, waxing poetic about the stories behind each ornament. You hung the ornament Jake had given you last year, a red globe with a cut-out picture of himself in the Oliver Reed/Santa getup modge-podged onto it; on the branch next to it Danny hung a polaroid of the two of you at your wedding with “Mr. and Mrs. Wagner” written below in his familiar handwriting. Your collection was equal parts beautiful craft-fair baubles and mementos of your relationship and jokey gifts from loved ones, and you thought it was perfect.

When most of the ornaments were hung, Danny’s enthusiasm started to flag as his fever caught up to him. He refilled your mug and took another dose of Tylenol while he was in the kitchen, nudging the ornament box to the side so he could sit on the coffee table when he came back.

“You sure do know how to put a Christmas tree together, Mrs. Wagner.”

You smiled. “I try. You’re just gonna watch?”

He sighed and nodded, pressing the heel of his hand against his brow. “Yeah, I feel kind of lightheaded all of a sudden. But I’ll put one up high for you if you need me to.”

You kissed his forehead. “You just stay right there, Daniel.”

He smiled and followed you with his gaze as you went back to work. He pointed out when you needed to move something a little to the left and added in his own commentary as you reminisced on the “I’m a Danny girl” ornament you’d bought from a shop on Etsy.

“You remember how sweet she was?” you asked. “I sent her that picture with the two of us holding it and she posted it on her shop’s Instagram with the cutest caption.”

“Lots of hearts and crying emojis, as I recall,” Danny said fondly. “And she told you she sold every last one of them that year.”

You smiled at the memory. “I’m glad she did.”

Danny looked into the box and pulled out the last ornament, your heart turning over as he gently picked it up.

“This one’s my favorite, though,” he said.

“Do you want to put it on?” you asked. You wanted him to, but you’d do it gladly if he wasn't feeling well.

He stood, cradling the little drum kit spangled with tiny Christmas lights. “Of course I do, honey.”

He hung it on a branch and brushed his fingers over the small, handwritten note attached to it. You’d intended for him to take it off when you'd given it to him that year, but he'd said he wanted to keep it forever.

“To the heartbeat of the band and my very favorite little drummer boy,” he read, affection in his voice. “Merry Christmas, Dan. I love you very much.”

It was dated the first Christmas you spent together, and you remembered how shy and nervous you’d been when you gave it to him. He’d loved it then and cherished it now, and he gave you a chaste kiss when you came close.

“Am I still your favorite little drummer boy?” he asked.

You smiled. “Yes,” you said simply.

“I love you, Mrs. Wagner.”

You touched your hand to his cheek. “I love you too, Mr. Wagner.”

You tidied up after the decorating and made a quick lunch, sitting at the table with Danny and sampling the goodies you’d brought from school. You talked about spending Christmas with the boys, knowing your home would be full of warmth and laughter all through the holidays as you and your best friends gathered to drink and play music and enjoy each other's company. 

“Sam and Birdie want to do New Year's at their house,” you said. “They want to do a liquor exchange.”

Danny laughed. “Even though we all know it doesn't matter who gets what drink?” he said. “It’s all gonna be gone that night.”

You smiled. You were so glad you were finally done with work for the holidays and had nothing on the agenda but spending time with the ones you loved.

“Are we going to your parents’ this year?” you asked.

“They invited us,” he said. “I told them I’d ask you.”

“I’d love to go,” you said. “The boys are going home next weekend, and maybe we could all ride up together if you’re feeling up to it.”

He grinned. “Sure. I’d like a good old fashioned Kiszka-Wagner road trip. We haven't done one in a while.”

You stood to put the dishes in the sink and came back to drape your arms over Danny’s shoulders. You pressed your cheek to the top of his soft curls.

“Are you feeling any better?” you asked.

He patted your hand. “Now that you’re home I am.”

You kissed his cheek. “I think we should lay on the couch and watch a movie.”

“You’re tired?” he asked, turning to look at you.

“No, but you need to rest, and I want a Danny cuddle.”

He smiled. “As you wish, my love.”

You gave him a last squeeze before you went to set up your couch with a nest of pillows and blankets. Danny gave you his favorite sweater when you changed into more comfortable clothes, and he held you in a snuggly bear hug as It’s a Wonderful Life started to play.

“It’s weird that you can quote this entire movie,” he said affectionately when you’d said the iconic “lasso the moon” scene word for word along with George Bailey.

You laughed. “You married a woman of many talents.”

He kissed your nose. “I sure did.”

Near the middle of the movie, Danny fell asleep and you carefully untangled yourself from the blankets to sit on the floor in front of the couch and wrap presents. The sun set and left your living room with the cosy glow of the Christmas tree, the sound of Danny’s soft, congested snoring a comfort mixed with the sound of the black and white film you knew by heart.

After a while, you felt a gentle tug on your hair and turned to see Danny, drowsy and soft with sleep.

“Hi, honey,” you said softly. “You feel okay?”

He hummed in agreement. “It’s snowing. I didn’t know if you’d noticed.”

You looked out through the bay windows to the woods beyond and saw a beautiful, heavy snowfall drifting through the branches. You gasped in delight. 

“It is snowing!” You stood and raced to the back door, going out to the porch and sticking your hand out. You gave a joyful laugh when snowflakes landed on your palm. “Come see, Danny!”

He followed you out, wrapped in a blanket cape, and stood under the shelter of the porch as you pulled on your rainboots and went out into the yard.

You looked back at him. “Isn’t it wonderful?”

He smiled. “Yes, sweetheart. It’s wonderful.” As taken as you were with the snow, he seemed even more enchanted by you.

You came up to the porch, breathless, cheeks flushed.

“You know I love you more than snow, right?” you asked.

He tucked a snow-dusted curl behind your ear. “Then I must be one lucky guy.”

You smiled as he kissed you.

“Go play for a minute,” he said. “I’d come with you, but — ” As if on cue, he muffled a volley of coughs in the blanket. “I’m on death’s door.”

You laughed. “Josh’s flair for the dramatic is rubbing off on you, I see.” You patted his chest. “We can go inside so you don't freeze.”

“No, I want you to enjoy it,” he said. “I’ll be alright.” 

He gave you a sweet smile and brushed your hair back from your face. “You sure are cute with snowflakes in your hair, honey.”

You blushed and gave him a quick kiss. “Thank you, Danny.”

You went back out and tipped your face up towards the sky, giggling when snowflakes fell on your cheeks. You loved the snow, and you'd been waiting for the first snowfall since it started getting colder. When the chill started to catch up with you, you came back to Danny and went into his open arms.

“Hi,” you said, muffled against his chest.

He smiled. “Hi, baby. I’m glad it’s snowing for you.”

You met his eyes. “Me too,” you said, beaming up at him. “Let's get warm and watch it from inside our very cosy house.”

He led you back to the couch, and the two of you snuggled up by the light of the tree and watched the snow fall. The end of the movie played as Danny peppered your face with gentle kisses and held you close.

“You know what?” he asked softly.

You smiled. “What?”

He kissed your cheek. “It’s always a wonderful life when I'm with you.”

You turned your face to him and he gave a gentle laugh when your noses bumped together.

“I love you very much, Danny.”

He kissed you. “My sweetheart,” he said, smiley and soft and oh so tender. “I love you very much too.”

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danny taglist: @tearsofbri @busybeingtrash @myway-late

sorry if tumblr didn’t tag you — it’s stupid sometimes. but i’m real thankful for you, sweet peaches! and if you’re a new bestie and would like to be added to my taglist, check out the form right here!

#let me know what you think! i like this one <3 #danny wagner x reader #danny wagner fluff #danny wagner fanfiction #greta van fleet fanfiction #gvf fanfiction #gvf fluff #maddie writes stuff!

[dark-elf-writes]

AND I"M BACK!

-(Would they still smile at them when they knew, still wear their face and hang off their arm as they chattered about everything that crossed their mind? How could they when they realized how tainted Yuuga was?)

Teddy swung the arm they were holding, tipping their head back to beam up at Yuuga again. Yuuga smiled again, pretending that it didn’t feel like their face was cracking. )

Poor baby! Hugs! All the Hugs! HUGS. They call you cousin because you are and you are in fact a child who was put in a shitty situation and just needed to survive. ACCEPT THE LOVE YUUGA

-(“ Bird !” )

One hundred percent the appropriate response here Teddy! Little jealous that my adult self could not get away with the same reaction buuuut still. 🤣🤣🤣

-(Teddy took the opportunity to leap from their arms. 

Five bodies lunged for them at the same time, but it was Izuku with limbs lined with green lightning that caught them before they hit the ground. )

I have multiple nieces and nephews as fictive kin and one bio nephew and EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM HAS DONE THIS AT SOME POINT! Excellent addition Lex! 100/10. Perfect example of the tiny chaos demon.

-I both love and hate the scene where Teddy gets hurt copying Kirishima's teeth. I hate little ones getting hurt, but I love how much personality you show. Kirishima is immediately like 'little dude I got you' with Sero and Tsu, the professional siblings right behind, but Yuuga freezing and the fear they feel, the failure, is so perfectly written. But then they realize Teddy still wants them there and moves. HDJivljckadngughjskdldj I CAN"T WITH THIS SCENE

-(Teddy took the opportunity to leap from their arms. 

Five bodies lunged for them at the same time, but it was Izuku with limbs lined with green lightning that caught them before they hit the ground. )

This is still the cutest rarepair and I can't. Tokoyami isn't shown to be very outwardly, comforting canonically -as far as I've gotten in the canon material- and this moment is just so precious and needed for Yuuga.

-(“You were a victim, Yuuga. None of what happened was your fault.”

“You sound like my therapist.” 

“My services are free of charge for this session, I assure you.” 

Yuuga let out a sound that might have been a laugh or a sob and lifted a hand to scrub at their eyes. “You are too good to me, mon ami. I don’t deserve you. Any of you.” )

YES YOU DO YOU PRECIOUS LITTLE SPARKLE! YOU DESERVE EVERYTHING! LET THEM ALL LOVE YOU!!!!!!

-Eri and Teddy in mini costumes is absolutely fucking ADORABLE TO PICTURE! Thank you for blessing my brain with that mental image. I really love this whole scene. Especially the consideration you took in how everyone is laid out in the living room and that you showed Harry's awareness of the student's needs, even as early as this is in his teaching them.

And of course the sugary sweetness of a giant room of sleepy kids is broken up by an oblivious baby outing his cousin's crush 🤣🤣🤣

-I just caught this but is Kaminari enby? I missed that before

- (Teddy would never be locked away in a cupboard,)

No, no he won't because you are there Harry!!😭😭😭

Sorry it's just chapter ten tonight! Today was long and I'm crashing hard! Still loving this and it's so much more comfortable to comment this way! I'm glad you're okay with it!

More will come tomorrow!❤️❤️

I adore you. Remember to take care of yourself!

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[amarbell123]

I always come back Chapter 2

“A new girl is joining my class tomorrow.” Gregory tossed his bag onto the sofa, but his aim wasn’t all that good, and it hit Roxy squarely in the face. The wolf hissed in response. “Are you trying to smash my face again kid?!” She hissed at him, even though Gregory had been doing this for years ever since they brought Roxy home and Vanessa fixed her up. “No. But I'm thinking I'll use a go-kart and do that for Christmas.” He responded smugly, and got another growl for that.

“Can’t you both lay off of each other? Let’s return back to the topic of this new kid.” Vanessa cut in, looking over her shoulder at Gregory while she cooked dinner. “Yeah there’s a new girl joining, and I saw her in the hallways today while she returned from the principal’s office.” “Really? Is she cute?” Gregory blushed and rolled his eyes. “What? She’s asking all the right questions, since you’re so painfully single.” Roxy snickered. “Yeah yeah whatever. It's not my fault I'm so dashingly handsome but girls can’t see that.” “Yeah. You have such a cute face, only your mother could love you, and by mother, I mean mama Ness.” 

A pillow went flying in the air, hitting Roxy in the face once more. “Calm down both of you!” Freddy called from the upstairs charging station. “Sorry Freddy!” Greg responded. “You didn’t really answer when I asked if she was cute, Greg.” Ness turned to face him, and Gregory scratched his neck. “I mean.. She kinda was? But.. I don't know.. She gave me some off vibes.” “Off as in?” “Well..”

~

Greg was hanging out with his friends in the hallway, standing near their lockers. The day had been quite slow, many of the students of Greg’s class hadn’t been paying attention, the topic of a new girl was more exciting than organic chemistry, and whatever else the teachers had been teaching, so the teachers had left them early.

“What do you think she’s going to be like? The new girl?” Mason asked. “I hope she’s like a biker girl or something.” Allison responded. “Biker girls are so hot!” “For god’s sake Ally, we’re 15, we can’t apply for a driver’s license until we’re 16. I highly doubt she’s a biker girl, you useless lesbian.” Greg said to her fondly. “But just imagine how hot that would be Greg! I know for a fact you’re into biker girls too.” Gregory rolled his eyes and grabbed his bag. “Come on, let’s go. I can’t be late or my mom and animatronics are going to barge in here..”

They walked down the hallway, laughing about something nonsensical, when someone bumped into Greg. “Watch where you’re going.” A voice said, a female voice. Greg looked ahead, it was a young girl, no older than 15, dark skin with brown hair and brown eyes, dressed in a red black shirt with purple and black striped pants. ‘Roxy’s colors.’ Greg noticed quite easily. Something about the girl seemed familiar. Had Gregory seen her before? 

He snapped out of his trance, scolding himself. ‘Quit staring at the girl you creep.’ “Sorry. Are you new here? I’ve never seen you before here.” Greg said to the girl politely. The girl didn’t respond, instead choosing to stare at Gregory, almost as if she was surveying him, picking out flaws, mapping out every small weakness that he could have. Gregory felt uncomfortable, and he could tell that his friends were too. ‘Maybe the staring didn’t creep her out after all.. Or maybe she didn’t notice because she was too busy being a creep too.’

Suddenly, the girl straightened up. “Yes. I am indeed new here. It’s nice to meet you.” Gregory gave her a polite smile. “You too. How are you liking it so far?” He asked in an attempt to make small talk. The girl tilted her head. “It’s okay. The teachers seem nice, can’t say anything about the other kids.. Though you seem quite nice.. Your friends however seem.. Disturbed..” 

He turned back and glared at them, and they simply looked away. 

She was still staring at Gregory, and the boy was not liking it, it was like she was trying to read his mind, and he was getting some serious serial killer vibes from it.

“What is your name?” She asked him, and Gregory debated telling her. She seemed quite creepy, and Gregory did not feel like he could really trust her. But wouldn’t it be impolite to not answer? “Gregory.” It was like the atmosphere completely changed after that, from it being simply off, to straight up terrifying. There seemed to be a dangerous shine in the girl’s eyes, and Gregory didn’t think he was ready to deal with it.

“I should go. See you tomorrow.” He grabbed his friends and ran for it, 

~

“That sounds disturbing.” Vanessa said, a look of concern on her face. “You should probably keep her distance, she sounds dangerous, Greg.” Gregory nodded in response. “Yeah, I agree with Ness. She sounds mentally disturbed, and I'd rather you not get hurt.” 

Gregory gave her a smug smirk. “Will you miss me Roxy?~” “Oh not at all. But Freddy will surely miss you.” Just at the mention of his name, the animatronic bear came into the room. “But just the other day, you were worried when Gregory was home 2 minutes late?” 

The look Roxy gave Freddy was absolute murder, and Gregory decided against teasing the wolf about it. Let’s not stretch her goodwill just yet.

“I’m going to go upstairs and take a quick shower.” Gregory said to the blonde ex-nightguard, who smiled in response. “Okay. And after that you have to do your homework?” She responded as she watched the brunette go up the steps. “I did it in school!” “That’s my boy!”

~

Gregory didn’t know whether to feel scared or excited to see the new girl again. Her behavior yesterday was.. Weird. But maybe she was just a homeschooled kid and didn’t know how to act around people? Maybe she was a loner? Allison and Mason were quick to tell Greg that he was slightly off when he joined school 4 years ago. His teachers used to beg him to talk and interact in class.

Now they ask him to shut up.

So of course, Greg didn’t want to judge the new girl too quickly, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t slightly paranoid because what if the girl was a serial killer?! 

Forgive him for having traumatic experiences involving serial killers and killer robots.

“Hey Greg. You okay?” Gregory looked in front, Allison was looking at him with a concerned expression. “No. I'm a little paranoid.” “It's going to be okay. She’s probably a loner, or someone who was homeschooled, she’s probably a super cool person once you get to know her!” Mason gave him a reassuring smile, and Greg nodded in response. 

Greg took in a breath and let it out. The girl probably was super chill, he really needed to calm down. 

The door opened, and she walked in, and Greg was finally able to take in her appearance. She was extremely cute, dressed once again in a red top and a black jacket, purple and black striped pants, she was dressed in Roxy’s colors again.

“Everyone please listen.” The whole class stared at her with rapt attention. “This is Cassandra Nightingale, or Cassie. She’s new here, so treat her with kindness.” 

Cassie.

Gregory hadn’t heard that name in 5 years.

For 5 years she haunted his dreams because he couldn’t help her. 

For 5 years he blamed himself for her death.

And now here she was, the ghost who haunted his nightmares and his waking days.

Alive.

Breathing.

Staring at him.

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[looosey]

Lessons from my first relationship: Setting Boundaries

Saur, when I was a wee child, I was on the competitive swim team in elementary school. I was not very good, in fact my sister was a gifted swimmer so I even knew that I wasn't too good. But the structure was pretty simple: you would show up, change, hop in the pool, and swim your required laps of whatever stroke. So I would swim, and sometimes it would be so physically taxing, so painful for my legs and arms, that in the middle of the laps I would cry. And hot tears would fill my goggles making it hard to see, but I would push through because I simply hadn't finished my required laps. I felt angry and sad directed both at anywhere: the nonchalant coach, the difficult water, my weak self, and at nowhere: nobody really was forcing me to do anything. And then I would finish the laps, practice would end, and I would just go about my day. I never complained to anybody. I didn't really see a problem. And I would show up to practice again later that week.

I thought about this on my walk to campus this afternoon, because I realized! That I am still the same Lucy, fifteen years later. No one is asking me to swim these damn laps but I just do, swimming in my own self pity for no-one else to see but me.

What I mean is! This relationship I'm in? Sometimes, I find it so difficult but I swallow it all up for months on end. For the viewer, she seems fine, swimming in her lane rather averagely if anything. But of course, she is fighting demons and you would know if it weren't for her goggles. The problem is however, that in a relationship, at least the partner should know, right? And here I have been, just swimming.

An hour ago, I learned a chinese word from my friend while walking home from dance today, in regards to the MIT workload. kè kǔ means hardworking, but the chinese characters literally mean to hold bitterness. She said although she was perhaps ignoring some boundaries that needed to be there, she generally valued the ability to push through difficult times. It's close to midnight but my friend has a whole lot of work to do before her midterm tomorrow morning.

kè kǔ

She has it. I know that I have it, and I do it. But I also know that the bitterness is eating me up from the inside. And that a relationship shouldn't feel like an unswimmable amount of laps.

When I let a little bit of the bitterness out, for the purposes of "healthy communication", it feels like black tar oozing out of my heart in controlled amounts, dirtying up the place just enough to let him know that something is wrong but not all that I hold within me: that would kill us. But tar is dirty, and I can't guarantee his response to it all, and I usually just feel just as hurt as before if not more.

I know vulnerability is good, but I felt vulnerable and just vulnerable, and I didn't feel any better afterwards. Just vulnerable.

Saur, what is the lesson here? Well, I want to acknowledge that I have been suffering in this relationship. With some ups and downs but pretty much for a couple months now. Obviously it wasn't always this way, and I had tried my best to not suffer, by communicating my needs pretty early, but they were obviously not met and I compromised for months just in order to get on with my life and because I still like this guy.

LOL I used to just repeat "forgive and forget" like a mantra, but I just forgot the specifics of what had made me really really sad... and otherwise stayed pretty sad LOL.

I also want to stop swimming in self pity. I want to be a student of getting myself out of this situation. Of becoming a person with boundaries! What is not-okay behavior? How can I recognize it and call it out immediately, and before I feel megahurt by it happening? What is an inappropriate amount of burden for me to be carrying in a relationship? And how do I make sure that I never carry this much again?

I want to stop letting bitterness build up within me. This causes cancer. And it's not a good thing to hate your partner so much.

So in general, some how I wish to look back on this part of my relationship, and realize gee I learned a lot about myself so I'm glad it happened. I'm also glad I made my way out of it, and that I learned how to be a confident but caring and nurturing person that knows what to do when your partner cannot be fixed or if the communication needs work and time.

Lupe always says that sometimes the skill is in finishing the task at hand. I tried to continue this relationship with pure grit for the last few months, but now I need to run on some wisdom.

#first relationship #relationship advice #dating advice #grit

[namjoonscoffeeshop]

Dear Namjoon | 04

Dear Namjoon | KNJ

✧ Pairing: Min Yoongi x reader ✧ warning(s): explicit language, suggestive content, mature content ✧ genre: angst,fluff,smut,slow burn ✧ synopsis; You're sent to live with your father and older brother. only that your older brother is in a band called BTS. you meet jimin's friends and automatically get tangled with one of his band members. you're relationship has to be kept a secret but for how long can you keep it that way?

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During dinner dad once again didn't talk much, we ain't in silence only have jimin say a few things once in a time. when dinner came to an end dad asked jimin if he'd wanna go with with my dad to a small business trip tonight. jimin was hesitate at first about leaving me alone but assured them I could stay by myself.

after we finished talking i went to shower, getting ready for bed. jimin strictly told me I couldn't sleep in his room because i pushed him out the bed and locked the door to stop me from coming in. shit i would've complained about it but i was too tired.

when I finally got comfortable in bed my phone rings really fucking loud and i jump out the bed to grab it. it was none other than namjoon.

i was screaming in silence before answering.

"hey" his raspy voice me blush

"heyy"

"what are you up to?"

"nothing really...just in bed"

"oh, this early?" he chuckles. i look over to the clock on my night stand and see its 8:30.

"yeah..i'm not really a morning person, sleeping enough gets me out of bed" you both laugh

"how are you getting used to living here"

"oh it's been good, i like the fact i can see jimin all the time" you smile

"getting used to have a dad too?" his words catch you off guard, it's the second time one of jimin's friends asks you that

"yeah..especially that. i don't really know how to talk to him" you laugh awkwardly

"you'll get used to it at some point, and shit you don't wanna get to know him then don't. it's up to you anyways"

"it's funny your the second person who asked me that ever since i got here"

"really? who's the first"

" what was his name again...yoongi?"

he hums at your response "jimin told us everything"

"yeah i figured.."

we talked for a while, the whole time we were on the phone my my smile was ear to ear. i paced around my room or laid on the bed. but we talked for a good hour.

"alright i should let you sleep, or you'll be grumpy tomorrow" he laughs

"yeah yeah what ever, goodnight namjoon"

"goodnight y/n"

I slept smiling that night.

I was never excited to go to school, until today. I wanted to see namjoon so bad, I was kinda mad that jimin told him I was off limits. but the face that he called me last night means he didn't care right?

I once again went with jimin to school on his bike, and I was getting used to it. He told me that every one of his friends have a bike and they take it to school.

as we arrived to school, we walked in and he told me to go with him to their 'spot' aka the rooftop

apparently the school put safely rails up there and students are allowed to go there. not many do but it's become their spot ever since they first hanged out here.

arriving to the roof top I see them all sitting and joking around with each other, there were some desks there and namjoon was sitting one of them, manspreading.

I always found it annoying when guys would do that but not namjoon. it was hot.

we walked up to them and they all greeted me, namjoon did as well but he wasn't as flirty as yesterday. actually he wouldn't even look at me, he ignored most of my glances. he didn't even look at me.

i sat at another empty desk and just fiddled with my fingers, waiting for time to pass by.

did i do something ?

we heard the loud bells, and got up to head to class. jimin throws his arm around my shoulder as we walk to the door, i glance over my shoulder to see namjoon. I catch him staring at me, with a raised eyebrow, and let me tell you his brow raise holds so much power.

during the day if we bumped into each other as we changed classes he ignored me entirely, now I was just getting irritated.

------

it was time for lunch, and we headed to the roof top again. but namjoon wasn't there. we ate our lunch and he still hadn't showed up. So i casually asked hoseok where he was and he said he's usually in the courtyard reading a book or something.

so i excused myself to go to the 'restroom' but i told jimin i might just go look around the school after, and he insisted on tagging along but i told him no.

and just like hoseok said, i found namjoon in the court yard alone reading a book. so i walked up to him, clearing my throat to make him aware of my presence. He looks up and my heart skipped a beat. he was wearing glasses and I never knew how someone cold look so hot wearing glasses.

"hey" he says casually, taking off his glasses he puts them in his case as he lays it on the book he was just reading.

"why have you been ignoring me?" i cross my arms

he chuckles and looks at me intensely

"jimin said you were off limits and look what happened at the club was hot, shit i'm attracted to you but i'm not gonna be the reason you two get in a fight or him and me get on bad terms" he shrugs, leaning back he crosses his arms

"but it's not for him to say, who i can or can't be with"

"babe that's between you two" he opens his bag to put his items away.

"but we talked last night and i-"

"hold that thought" he says abruptly as he gets up zipping his bag, he looks at the people entering the courtyard

"lets go talk somewhere else, we don't need anyone hearing our business" he puts his hand on your shoulder. gently pushing you towards the double doors. you both walk along the hall, namjoon glances into rooms until we get to the end of the hall he slides the door open and i walk in. the room was dark except for the light that came from outside. he closes the door and tosses his bag at the nearest desk, once again sitting on top of it.

i began to get nervous at the look of his serious face, so i just leaned against the wall, keeping a distance hoping he didn't sense my nervousness

"look you just got here, and i don't want you fighting with jimin ok" he breaks the silence first

you stare at his lips as he talks, just as he eyes you as you stand against the wall. there was clearly a sexual tension in the room.

"what if he doesn't know" i say quickly, he studies you for a minute before talking

"you mean not tell jimin?" you nod without hesitating

"about us"

"us?" he lifted an eyebrow

he gets off the desk and walks up to you, inches away from your face. his lips brushing against yours as he tilts your head back. "so you won't tell jimin?" his hand touches your thigh and you jolt at his sudden touch. causing you to nod again "use your words babe" his hands slides under your skirt

" i won't tell him" those four words made him smirk "you won't tell him that one of his best friends wanna fuck and kiss his little sister when ever he feels like it" his breathe tickles your nose, you blush at his words making him sneer at your reaction. shaking your head again.

"words" he pinches your thigh, as his hand makes its way underneath your skirt. "no i won't tell him" you whine, you could feel yourself vulnerable with every touch, that you'd agree to anything he asked from you.

"good girl" his hands grope your ass giving it a firm squeeze before his lips meet yours eagerly, you didn't waste time, parting your lips instantly letting his tongue in. "look at you, just yesterday you said you didn't know to kiss" he gives your ass another firm squeeze

"i learn really quickly"

"oh yea?"

"mhmm"he rolls his eyes at your cockiness

"wrap your legs around me" he says as he lifts you up, you do just as he says. your bodies pressed against each other.

you can feel the shape of his bulge right against your clothed heat, he grinds slowly against you making you moan.

"fuck..you have no idea how much i'm stopping myself from ramming into you right now" his kisses travel down your neck, as his hand unbuttons the top few buttons from your shirt. revealing your cleavage and collar bone. he right away starts to suck on your collarbone, gently nibbling on your skin. his hands continue to massage your butt as he rolls his hips into you.

"if i took your first kiss does that mean i have the honor of deflowering you" he kisses your jaw, tracing kisses down to your exposed neck

"n-namjoon" you call his name weakly, bitting your skin once more as he sees the hickey's decorate your skin, he looks up at you. seeing how bad he's messing you up. "you didn't answer"

his forehead up against yours "yes.."

"you're so fucking beautiful" he groans, and you feel his dick getting harder against you, his fingers move your panties aside, allowing him to stick his finger into you. you gasp at his sudden touch and your hands grip his shoulders

"w-wait namjoon"

"shh, don't be loud. someone might hear you" he chuckles, you nod and bit onto your bottom lip, trying to keep yourself from letting any other noise come out

he begins to thrust his finger into you, causing you to squirm from his touch "be a good girl and don't move so much" he groans from the sudden friction you did as you moved

you wrap your hands around his neck, pulling him into another kiss and you both instantly start sucking on each others lips, you tug onto his hair. he takes this chance to stick another one of his fingers inside of you. thrusting them upwards harder each time, you moan into his mouth.

the unfamiliar feeling made you extremely wet, this was the first time someone had touched you like this. he pulls away from the kiss, looking at you with intense lustful eyes "you like it huh, my fingers inside of you, the way to tighten around my fingers makes it obvious" he thrusts his digits into you once more, harder than before.

"n-namjoon please"

"what babe, tell me what you want"

you bite onto your bottom lip, your head leaning back. he takes the chance to kiss your neck a few more times. leaving some hickeys along your cleavage.

both your bodies stop at the sudden ringing of bells, indicating lunch was over and namjoon sighs in annoyance

"well that was enough fun for now" he kisses you one last time, as he pulls his fingers out of you, making you whine at the feeling of emptiness inside you. he stares at you as he puts his fingers inside his mouth licking his fingers

he gives your ass a few more squeezes before putting you down, making your nose scrunch at the sudden feeling of wetness between your thighs "jimin said he wasn't gonna be home tonight, what if i come over?" he asks as he fixes his hair

"uh yeah, that's fine" you tell him, as you button up your shirt. he grabs his bag from the desk, walking by you he gives you a kiss again "i'ma head out first, wait about two minutes before you go out, we don't need no one spreading rumors oh and gets some ice for your lips they're swollen " he winks at you, as he walks out leaving you all alone in the room with your drenched panties and eagerness to have him touch you more.

once the door closes you hold onto the book shelf next to you right away, as your knees give out. and you knew right there and then that you were weak for this man.

as you walked to class after waiting like namjoon said, you are zoning out as you walk. but hearing these girls in front of you talk about BTS you look up to them, trying to hear their conversation.

they said someone is planning to open a station where you basically leave letters for any of the guys, sort of like fan mail. it makes sense since they are getting popular among the school.

the whole day all you could think about was namjoon. if you saw him in the halls, he would still not spare any look at you, but you now understood why.

you all walked out of the school, and you see your dad standing by his car

"you ready jimin" he asks after saying hello to you and the guys

"i thought i would drop off y/n and then we'd leave" and you saw just how much he wanted to smack himself.

"you forgot" you say, sighing

"sorry, it didn't cross my mind" he rubs his neck

"don't worry mr.park i'll take her home" namjoon steps up behind you

"really? i'd appreciate it" he smiles, jimin looks over to you. but you were trying to control your expression and tried to not look at namjoon

"you ok with that?" he asks

"yeah, don't worry. i'll see you guys tomorrow" you smile.

jimin leaves with your dad and you stay talking with the guys a bit more, they invited you and namjoon to hang out but namjoon said he had plans and also needed to take you home. they tried to convince him a bit more before finally letting it go.

walking up to his bike he puts his helmet on you. giving your waist a small squeeze "let's go finish what we started yeah?" he whispers

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sex

you could never really date anyone, maybe cause jimin always told you to save yourself for your special someone. and his words really stayed with you.

there was this uneasiness inside your chest, as you remembered that. namjoon and you are basically in some sort of relationship..but he hasn't asked you to be his girlfriend.

is this what friends with benefits feels like? you wondered. it made you sad thinking all you were was just a fuck buddy.

we finally arrive, and he parks in front of your house. once you both get inside, taking off your shoes, namjoon stares at you as you bend over to put them in the shoe rack. naive to the fact that your panties were showing, namjoon decides to smack your ass

"namjoon!" you jump up and look at him, shocked. he laughs at your reaction. putting his bag down he puts his hands on your waist drawing you into a gentle kiss

"where's your room" he whispers between the kiss

"upstairs, it's the first room to the left " he hums at your answer, grabbing your thighs he lifts you up making you wrap your legs around him, you giggle he walks up the stairs, he struggles to open the door but eventually does. he kicks the door shut, as he walks to your bed, tossing you onto it.

butterflies erupted inside your stomach as you see him throwing his jacket and tie on the chair, unbuttoning his shirt. he leaves it at the end of the bed

he positions himself between your legs, you cover your face with your hands knowing damn well you were beet read

"don't cover your face" he pins your hands above your head

"i wanna see your reaction to every touch" his other hand unbuttons your shirt completely. you bite your bottom lip.

fuck i gotta ask him what we are

he lets go of your wrist and gets a grip on your waist, he leaves little pecks on your neck. traveling down to your stomach. you arch your back, he begins to suck on your skin, leaving hickeys all over.

"your gonna have to hide these well" he says between pecks, his hand makes its way under your skirt, as he plays with the hem of your panties he doesn't waste time and takes them off

the cold air hits your heat making you whine

"be patient, and i'll give you what ever you want" he says as he puts your lace panties inside his pants pocket, making you blush even more

he continues to leave kisses on your stomach with his arm underneath you helping you arch your back for him.

"n-namjoon" you moan

"yes" he starts to play with the zipper on your skirt

"a-are we gonna star-" his hand reaches for the clasp of your bra, and he undoes it.

"are we gonna what" he pulls it down and begins to suck on your breast.

"are we gonna. start dating" you finally ask

he stops sucking on your skin and looks up to you with a raised brow

his grip on your waist loosens before he takes his arm from underneath you. he sits up and stares at you

"i don't really do labels" he ruffles his hair

"then..where we just gonna fuck and thats it?" you ask in disbelief leaning on your elbows, your face shows the disbelief, he sighs. reaching for his shirt from the end of the bed

"you know you should listen to your brother more often" he gets off the bed, buttoning up his shirt

"what?"

"i just thought we were trying to relief each others pleasures" you were completely shocked at each word that came out of his mouth.

you felt like a fucking idiot, he took your first kiss, he marked you all over your body. you felt like crying

"namjoon" you say his name and he looks at you once more, before ruffling his hair "shit..don't look at me like that you make me wanna say yes to everything you ask from me"

i stare at him speechless, as he looks at me, eyeing the marks he left on my body. he walks over to me giving me a kiss once more but i look away. his hand grabs my chin making me face him he kisses me but i didn't kiss him back and he sighs "let me think about it ok"

grabbing his jacket from the chair he walks to the door, "i'll see you tomorrow alright" he leaves you alone in your room shocked at what just happened

"did he think we could just fuck and call it a day" you quietly say. getting off the bed you walk to the mirror, looking at all the marks he left on your body. your eyes tear up. "fuck this" you open your closet getting a huge shirt, you unzip your skirt letting it fall on the floor.

getting into your bed you wish you could sink into it and disappear, as you cry into your pillow.

"mother fucker took my favorite red underwear too" you sob

#bts smut #bts angst #bts fluff #namjoon x reader #namjoon fanfic #bts au #KNJ/DEARNAMJOON #namjoonscoffeeshop #bts x reader #namjoon fic #female reader #brothers bestfriend #jungkook fanfic #seokjin fanfic #jhope fanfic #taehyung fanfic #jimin fanfic #yoongi fanfic #hoseok fanfic #rm fanfic

[levi-supreme]

Blessed by Professor Ackerman, eh? All those "private lessons" seem to have helped. ;) I'm combining your two Thursday events for this one!!

Picture this:

The reader’s on their way to Professor Ackerman's place for one of them """"private lessons""""", but decides to drop in a little early to have a little celebration for having passed their much dreaded stats exam. When they get there, Shawty is nowhere in sight. Then,

26. "i was supposed to take a shower, alone, but go ahead jump right in" happens :P

Maybe with a little bit of

65. "shushing your lover as they try to kiss you, telling them tonight is all about them, not you"

~ totally up to you to decide who tonight’s going to be about – the professor who taught the reader so well, or the reader who is such a good student 😊

ILY and I'm so proud of you :* okbye

Yes indeed, Professor Ackerman had blessed me with his knowledge and something else 🥰 also thank you!!! And since I'm the one in a good mood, of course Levi's going to reward reader (me) for being good... right...??

Also... I projected myself onto reader too much lol please don't mind me I am in a very good mood >//<

Characters: Levi x fem!reader

Warnings: SFW with suggestive content. Power imbalance/power play (Levi is reader’s professor, student/teacher dynamics). Age gap (Levi in his forties, reader in her late twenties). Reader insert (y/n). Making out in the shower. Characters are based off my statistics professor Levi writings.

26: "I was supposed to take a shower, alone, but go ahead jump right in" // 65: Shushing your lover as they try to kiss you, telling them tonight is all about them, not you.

Thirsty Thursday: Statistics Professor Ackerman Special

You were elated, over the moon even, when you received your exam results for the semester. To your upmost surprise, you actually passed your statistics paper. You were sure you were bound to fail; half your exam paper was left blank and you had no confidence you were getting the rest of the answers correct too.

The moment you saw a 'C' on your transcript, your mouth fell in shock. You couldn't believe your eyes. You actually managed to pass even though the chances were extremely slim. The first person that came to your mind was your statistics professor. You couldn't wait to share the good news with him. Yet, as you thought of him, your smile faltered. You passed your statistics module, those extra remedial lessons every Saturday weren't necessary anymore. What's going to happen from now on?

However, on Friday night, the familiar number of your statistics professor appeared on your phone screen, reminding you to be punctual for tomorrow. Does he want to say goodbye?

The next day, you decided to drop by a little earlier instead of the usual 2pm. For some reason, even if today was the last time you'll be going over, you wished to engrave everything about him into your memory. You knew how particular he was with punctuality and time. He hated late comers and people who don't follow the schedule. But what about people who arrive ahead of time? Knocking on the wooden door, you waited for a while, yet there was no response. You felt a little daring, and fished out a bunch of keys he gave you a while ago.

Inserting the key into the key hole, you unlocked the door and stepped inside, inhaling the subtle scent of eucalyptus. It felt a little weird, unlocking the door of another man's house, as though you belonged there. Yet, as you entered and saw half your belongings still in their original place, your heart did a leap of happiness. You did behave like you were the woman of the house.

Slipping on your pair of slippers, you took your time and walked around the house. Why, oh why, are you behaving as though today really was your last time in his house? While you went into your professor's study room to say hi to his pet goldfish, you heard the sound of water coming from his bedroom. Suddenly, the image of your professor naked and wet under the shower appeared in your mind. Him with his wet fringe sticking to his face, fingers in his hair lathering shampoo all over, droplets of water trickling down his body disappearing into somewhere lower and—

You nearly toppled his goldfish bowl.

Slapping your cheeks to snap out of your wild imagination, you went into his bedroom and knocked on the toilet door.

"L-Levi?" You heard the shower being switched off, and seconds later, the folding door of the toilet opened, and your dashing professor stood naked before you, shampoo still in his hair.

"You're early." He simply said, looking hard at you. You nodded and gulped, unsure of where to land your eyes. They alternated between staring at the hanging succulent by the toilet window to your toothbrush next to his, and finally landing on his nose.

"I—uh, I c-couldn't wait to see you, so..." you toyed with your fingers, eyes darting away again. Why am I acting like a high school teenager in love? You chidded yourself, unsure of why you're behaving like this. You wanted to run your hands through his hair and soap his back, you wanted to shave his stubble for him. The man of the house merely scoffed at your seemingly embarrassed state.

"Tch. It's not like you haven't seen anything of mine before," he tried to hide his grin and he turned away from you, "I was supposed to take a shower, alone, but go ahead and jump right in."

It took you a few seconds before you registered what he said. You hastily removed your clothes and joined him in the shower, feeling the warm water cascade down your back.

"Were you pleased with your grades, y/n?"

"O-oh. Oh yeah, I was, love, I really didn't expect to pass the paper." You sheepishly admitted as Levi washed his shampoo while you soaped your body with the lavender-scented body wash Levi got you.

"I have to say though, I was disappointed that half your paper was blank. But at least your scores on your class quizzes and your assignment helped pull your grades up." Levi grabbed your shoulders and turned you around to face him.

"You did well, sweetheart. I'm proud of you." Levi gave you a smile as you beamed, lacing your arms around his neck to give him a tight hug.

"I have you to thank, Professor," you giggled when you heard Levi snort, "the extra classes really helped, although half the time we end up doing something else instead." You released yourself from the hug and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.

"Thank you Levi, for being so patient with me and for all the guidance—" you pecked his eyelids. "For taking your precious time to tutor a hopeless case like me—" you dragged your lips to his nose and left a small kiss. "And for loving me, inside and outside of class." You whispered next to his ear and you kissed him below his earlobe. You heard Levi hold his breath, and you slowly pecked kisses from his ear to his jaw. Before your lips could land on his again, Levi grabbed your wrist and placed a finger on your lips.

"Shhh. Don't need to thank me. You put in the effort and you worked hard all on your own. You did good, baby." Levi gave you another smile as he cupped your cheek, bringing you closer to him. "You're in for a long night, sweetheart, tonight's all about you." Before you could reply, Levi pressed his lips on yours, pulling your body snug against his. His hands roamed across your body, spreading your body wash all over before squeezing your ass. You hummed in happiness as your tongues intertwined, locking your arms around Levi tight.

"Mmm— L-Levi, ahhh!" You gasped as Levi bit your lower lip, holding your waist as he turned on the shower again.

"C'mon, baby, let's finish up here and we can continue outside." You looked at him confused.

"You may no longer need statistics lessons from me, but that doesn't mean that we won't be seeing each other again," once the both of you were clean, Levi took your towel and dried you up. Levi led you to the bed and made you sit down. Taking his seat next to you, Levi placed a hand on your thigh.

"Before I continue on, I hope you're ready for whatever is to come tonight. You deserve your reward, and I'm going to give it all to you."

Haha well yes here's the first celebratory post of my Thirsty Thursday: Statistics Professor Ackerman special!!!! Dayum son I still can't believe I actually passed my stats lol manifesting stats prof Levi really did help me hehe 🤪

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[aplacetosharemyfics]

The Downfall of Susan St. Clair: Locker Notes

Monday

Sorry I couldn’t spend any time with you today. Buddy waylaid me and I couldn’t get away. I’ll make time tomorrow, okay?

Susan

Tuesday

Buddy won the debate! I mean, there aren’t really winners and losers to a debate. It is just an opportunity to explain your views as a presidential nominee. But Buddy totally won! And he was on TV! Jane completely froze up. Ironic really, considering how much she goes on at school. I guess she wasn’t ready for the big leagues.

I’m going to be busy for a while, helping Buddy with his campaign.

Susan

Wednesday

I hate Jane Facciano. There I said it. Her whole campaign was to make school fun for everyone, but it seems like she’s just trying to hurt everyone. After all, it was all her fault Buddy even got on that counter. And now he can’t play in the next match! I wasn’t allowed to go to the hospital with him. But Mum helped me pick out a nice flower arrangement to send to his room. I just hope the pity votes make up for the embarrassment.

Sorry about what Rosemary said to you. She didn’t really mean it.

Susan

Thursday

Well, well, well. It seems that everyone had finally realized what a danger Jane is to the school. They show her some support and the whole school gets their jackets taken away. Rosemary is furious that she can’t wear her boyfriend’s letterman jacket. And Buddy looks like a wounded soldier. Everyone hates the Pink Ladies again.

Are you coming to the game tomorrow?

Susan

Friday

…

Maisie kicked at a pebble, watching it bounce away. She had brought her book with her but couldn’t bring herself to read. The school had closed early for the Football match, though it was highly encouraged that students should use their free time to attend the game. If they couldn’t win the game – and honestly, even with their star quarterback in top condition, they never won anything – they could at least pack the stands. Solidarity for their losing men. Or something. Thus, Maisie was hiding underneath the stands. Occasionally, when the cheerleaders tried to warm up the crowd, or the brass band played, she’d be deafened by the resulting roar. But for the most part, it was a fairly good hiding spot. If she looked through people’s legs, she could just about spot Susan. But she didn’t feel like looking.

It had been completely unexpected. One second, she was waiting in line for the cafeteria, looking forwards to getting some lunch and potentially seeing Susan, the next she was on the floor, someone else’s lunch staining her skirt, looking up at Rosemary. She supposed, later, that she had been in Rosemary’s way in some form, that it was her fault for not paying attention to everything that was happening around her. But that didn’t warrant Rosemary’s response. Hurt and humiliated, Maisie had glanced towards Susan only to find her blatantly looking in the other direction. From all the books she’d read, Maisie was fairly sure one of the most important rules to being friends was to have each other’s back. That didn’t mean letting them be bullied, particularly when the bully was also your friend. Maybe she’d been mistaken on Susan’s definition of ‘friend’.

The notes had continued through the week, carefully slid through the grating in Maisie’s locker, each penned in careful, precise, handwriting. They had quickly become, rather than cute messages passed between friends, an outlet for Susan to write about Buddy and Jane. And yet, Maisie had attended the Football game and chose a location to hide where she could see Susan, all because the stupid hopes still filling her head.

As the game started, Maisie retrieved her notebook from her bag, found a clean spot to sit, and started writing her own note back.

Friday

I understand that things are busy right now, particularly since the elections are coming up. I understand that Rosemary was just angry she could no longer wear her boyfriend’s jacket.

I want to be your friend. But not if it means you won’t be a friend back.

Maisie

The notebook was filled with similar iterations of the letter. They ranged from cursing Susan out for not helping, large portions scribbled out with enough force to tear the paper, to self-deprecating lines that became smudged with tears. Taking a breath, she ripped the page out, stuffed her notebook back into her bag, and headed back to the school. If she thought for much longer about it, she wasn’t sure if she would be able to go through with it. Susan’s locker was tauntingly close to a rubbish bin. But she closed her eyes and thrust the note into Susan’s locker and ran.

Dot trotted down the corridor beside Susan, complaining loudly about the nerve of the Pink Ladies. How dare they pin the blame on Ms. McGee when it was their antics that caused the jacket ban in the first place? She knew the cheerleader wasn’t listening to her rambling, but it cut through the silence. So, she kept talking, and the topic quickly spun round to Jane’s promise to get Johnny Vavoom to DJ for the school dance. She kept talking as they arrived at Susan’s locker, pausing for her to pick up a textbook she’d forgotten.

“Do you think he’ll play …”

Dot trailed off as she saw the expression on Susan’s face.

“Susan?”

Susan crumpled the note that had been left in her locker, quickly shaking off the expression of horror and guilt that had startled Dot. The note was slipped into her bag.

“It’s nothing.”

Dot nodded. It wasn’t nothing. Dot had been friends with Susan to know how strong her mask was. There was no way something that could draw such emotion onto her face, that could break down her mask, was just nothing. But if Susan didn’t want to talk about it, if it hurt Susan to even think about it, she wasn’t going to press the issue. She didn’t like to see her friend hurting.

#susan st clair #the downfall of susan st. clair #grease #grease rotpl #grease rise of the pink ladies #rise of the pink ladies #rotpl #maisie james

[huimangseok]

Summary:

You have known Hoseok since freshman year but for some reason never got the chance to hang out. Strangely enough you have a mutual close friend as part of 2 separate inner circles which is Yoongi, who will also play the bridge to your relationship.

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Friends (?) to lovers, fluff, (eventual) smut, college au

Warnings: cursing, drinking, fights/arguments, self-doubts, insecurities (ongoing list)

chapters: one , two , hobi pov

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It is currently 3am and you know you have to get up at 6 to get in time for school by 7. It was your college foundation day and you're one of the representatives for your department. Responsibilities include making your department look good in front of the college board and president. And yet, here you are, mindlessly scrolling on your phone, with sleep nowhere in sight.

You stumble upon one Facebook story that caught your attention.

Hoseok is watching the Game of Thrones finale...

You've already finished the last episode when it aired so you know which part he was currently on. Without thinking much, you replied:

Y/n 3:15am: "Did they kiss already?"

Hoseok 3:15am: SPOILER!!!! I wasn't there yet :(

Y/n 3:16am: oh no..

Y/n 3:16am: sorry...my bad :D

Hoseok 3:18: shouldn't you be sleeping already? you'll be late again...

You've been in a few classes together so he knows you have a habit of coming in late to class quite a few times...and so does he. Sometimes you even find each other late at the same time.

Y/n 3:20am: says YOU! shouldn't you be sleeping?

Hoseok 3:21am: well i was trying to catch up on Thrones but I don't think I want to keep watching anymore

Y/n 3:22am: I'll just tell you how it goes lol

Hoseok 3:25am: go to sleep, I'll see you tomorrow

Hoseok 3:26am: whoever comes to school first wins a coffee from the other!

Y/n 3:26am: ok i hope you're ok with instant coffee!

shit why the fuck am I smiling while chatting with him???

Hoseok 3:27am: I want good coffee 😡

Y/n 3:29am: then you better make sure you come to school early! 😘 night!

Read 3:29 am

Putting your phone down, your chest tightens a bit. What was that interaction? Is it the lack of male attention that got you squirming over a short conversation about Game of Thrones and coffee? Is it the geek in you? Whatever it is, it made you put your phone away and close your eyes to try and find your sleep.

You woke up 3 hours later, feeling a bit more excited to go to school than usual. Like you were expecting some kind of surprise and it made you feel giddy inside. It takes you around 30 minutes to get ready since you already prepared everything the night before. While on the bus ride to school you receive a message.

Hoseok 6:45am: don't be late!

You bite your lower lip and fight the smile growing on your face as you typed your reply.

Y/n 6:46am: can't wait for my coffee!!

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Disappointment was evident on your face when you get to the school lobby and it was empty--like you were expecting someone to wait for you there and they didn't show. Nonetheless, you rushed to the courtyard where all the rest of the students were at this point, preparing for the event later in the day. Once you get there, you look around the area, searching for a familiar face when you were disrupted by your best friend, Jungkook.

"Finally! I thought you'd be late again. Come on, we've got so much left to do!!" He whined while dragging you to a table at the corner of your department's area.

"Hey, I'm punctual today. Cut me some slack."

"Yeah, pretty shocking." Jungkook teased with wide eyes which made you smile.

"Okay, where do we begin?"

Time flew by and you didn't have time to even check your phone. The program had started and everyone was hyped up, freshmen going around and introducing themselves to everybody they haven't met yet, seniors basically chilling around and leaving all the work for the sophomores and juniors. Once you had time for a quick break, you pull out your phone, completely forgetting about your bet, you were curious as to why you had a message from Hoseok. Upon reading his chat it all comes back to you.

Hoseok 1:12PM: have you had your lunch already?

Y/n 1:30PM: hi, no. I took a break just now.

Hoseok 1:31PM: do you wanna grab something to eat?

It took you a minute to think of a reply, trying not to overthink the situation. You were never alone in a place with just you and Hoseok, heck, you were never even that close to even eat together. So why was he suddenly asking you to hang out and grabe a bite?

Stop overthinking and just say what you want to say... You thought to yourself.

Y/n 1:33PM: sure, where are you? :)

Hoseok 1:34PM: You really need to be more aware of your surroundings y/n...

You frowned with a smile as you look up from your phone and scanned the area. Not too far from where you were sitting was Hoseok leaning on a lamp post, smirking and waved at you. You could have sworn you felt your chest tightened again at the sight of him.

Y/n 1:36PM: coming ;)

You typed and quickly looked up at him and he subsequently checks his phone to read your reply to which he smiles at his phone then nods at you.

"Hey I'm just gonna go out for a bite with a friend. Want anything?" You ask Jungkook who was busy with whatever game he has downloaded on his phone.

"Hmm maybe a burger? Or whatever you're getting. Thanks!!" He doesn't even bother to look at you but you laugh softly anyways.

"Okay, but please text me if anything happens. I won't be long." Jungkook just nods so you take your bag and make your way to Hoseok, who was watching you walk towards him, not even breaking eye contact.

"Hi." He smiles down at you. Did you ever notice how tall he was? It seems like you never did since you never stood so close to him to realize he was towering over you.

"Hi." You smiled back as you started walking.

"So what coffee are you planning to get me?" Hoseok asks in his teasing voice while fighting a smile. Your eyes were wide in shock as you let out a huff while fighting a laugh as well.

"What???! I totally beat you here today!"

Hoseok takes out his phone and shows you a picture from his gallery. It was a picture of the huge clock in the lobby and it says 6:45AM. The timestamp and date on the picture seconds this proof.

"That is so unfair, you literally live 10 minutes away!" You whined while stomping your feet as you walk.

Hoseok laughs, he finds this side of you, one he's never seen before, really cute. "Rules are rules, Y/n. You're getting me coffee."

"Fiiiine... What do you want?" You accept your defeat.

"Yessss!" Hoseok bites his lower lip as he smiles and playfully wraps your arm around his. You have no idea where you were going but you just follow Hoseok as he leads the way.

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☀︎ Author's note: this is my first time in years trying out writing again. I got so inspired to write recently that I just poured everything out. This might be a slow burn or it might be a quick one. I would definitely love to hear your thoughts on my work! Thank you! 고마워요!

#hoseok x reader #hoseok fluff #f2l #bts jhope #jung hoseok #bangtan #jhope #hobi x you #hoseok x you #jhope x you #bangtan fluff #jhope fluff #hoseok x y/n #bts x reader #hobi fluff #hobi best friend #college au #Spotify

[187days]

Day One Hundred Twenty

The Monday after setting the clocks forward is always a bit brutal. It’s dark again in the morning, so we all drag ourselves out of bed, and everything just feels a bit... off. 

I rallied and taught a decent lesson on Buddhism in World, though. I talked my way through some board notes comparing/contrasting it with Hinduism (so my students built themselves a resource for the content quiz at the end of the unit), and answered questions as they came up. Then I showed a video clip about the day in the life of a Buddhist monk, which generated a lot of comments. Lastly, we read an article about the eightfold path, and discussed ways in which each step could be practiced. Again, I got a lot of comments, and I also got a lot of questions in my Block 3 class.

I got a few in my Block 2 class, too, but a handful of the boys were just not into learning today, and that disrupted everyone. Two of them did change their behavior as the lesson went on. I like to think it’s because my response to their antics was to tell them there’s no point in acting less capable than they really are; But whether it was that, or something else, they started to focus, they got interested in what we’re learning, and everything was good. As for the others, I kept having to tell them to quiet down, stop hitting each other, get off their phones, that kind of thing. 

So then I told them that I could continue to suffer the disruptions, I could lose my temper over them, or something like that, but I’m actually just going to reassign seats next class. Most students caught the right speech/action connection there, and I got a few golf claps. And, from the students who were being disruptive, I got a grudging acceptance. They know when they’re not acting right, and they know when my response is fair and reasonable or not. 

In theory, next class will be tomorrow, but there’s a nor’easter coming, so it might be Wednesday instead. 

Back to today, though: during Block 4 Mrs. R’s AP Lang students joined my APGOV students for a videoconference with Matt Gallagher, a US Army veteran, author, and recent volunteer in Ukraine. He talked about the experience of training civilians in Lviv early on in the war, and about traveling around the country as a journalist more recently, and then fielded a bunch of questions. Students asked about his writing, his personal experiences, his opinions on various facets of the war, and about the actions the US and other countries have taken. It was a smart, multi-layered conversation that both Mrs. R’s students and mine said afterwards was really cool. For mine, it’s about understanding policy impacts in a real up-close way. It’s one thing to talk about the choices a government makes in an abstract way, it’s another to examine the actual results- positive or negative- of those choices, and the way they impact people. 

So that was an awesome class, and the best way to end the school day. It wasn’t the end of my day, though. We had a meeting as a ninth grade house after school (discussing upcoming college visits for the ninth graders- we’re finally bringing those back!), and then I had to go to spring sports sign-ups this evening. The snow may be coming, but track season still begins in just a few days!

#teaching #teacher #teachblr #edublr #educhums #education #high school #social studies #see the whole board #conversations about current events #Mrs. R #coaching #track #day one hundred twenty #college visits #ninth grade house #meetings meetings meetings #guest speaker #matt gallagher

[the-ragingenby]

I literally have no excuse for how long this took except that I’m lazy 😅

Edit: AO3 Cross-post

Dear Fellow Traveler

Chapter 5

It’s been almost two weeks since Derek came to visit Spencer. As much as it hurt to admit, Spencer really missed him. “And I bet you miss him too, huh?” Spencer murmured to Milo, who purred happily in his lap while Spencer read. “Yeah, I know.”

Classes would be starting up again tomorrow (the school delayed reopening due to public backlash), but surprisingly enough, Spencer hasn’t heard anything from Gideon. A bit odd, but it also isn’t unlike him to go technology-free for extended periods of time. Hopefully he’ll be there tomorrow.

Spencer spent the rest of the evening playing with the kittens and trying to do anything to distract himself from his phone and waiting for Derek to text him. He let out a sigh as Mojo leapt up, trying to catch the piece of string Spencer flung this way and that. He hasn’t been gone that long and I’m already wishing he were back. He shook his head firmly. No, Spencer. It’s not like you to get so attached. Remember, that’s how you get hurt.

Not long later, Spencer’s phone buzzes. He flings the string down the hall, watching Mojo and Milo scamper after it as he reaches for his phone. Glancing at the message, he can’t help but smile.

[9:42 pm]

De-Reel_Morgan: Hey, pretty boy. Hope you’re doing well.

[9:43 pm]

De-Reel_Morgan: Oh, and the little furballs too.

[9:43 pm]

throughthe_Reids: They’re doing great! They’ve settled in really well and are as affectionate as ever.

[9:44 pm]

throughthe_Reids: But they really miss you though :(

[9:45 pm]

De-Reel_Morgan: Aw, and it’s just the kittens missing me? Then I’ll have to give them lots of kisses once I come to visit again.

[9:46 pm]

throughthe_Reids: And none for me? Wow…breaking my heart over here.

[9:47 pm]

De-Reel_Morgan: Haha, don’t worry, pretty boy. I haven’t forgotten about you.

[9:48 pm]

De-Reel_Morgan: I’ll give you all the love and kisses you want when I see you next. Promise.

Spencer let out an uncharacteristic (and frankly quite embarrassing) squeak, not having expected that response. God…he’s gone and stolen my heart again. I don’t know how much more of this I can take.

The pitter patter of little paws drew Spencer’s attention as Mojo and Milo returned, triumphant over the vicious piece of string, bringing an end to its reign of terror. As Spencer gently pet Milo’s ears, he tapped out a reply.

[9:52 pm]

throughthe_Reids: I’m holding you to that <3

Spencer sighed, mentally smacking himself. You really can’t keep doing this. As much as I want to believe him, I just…I don’t know. Maybe I’d feel better about it if I had Gideon’s support, but he’s been…vocally against this. It doesn’t feel wrong though. Maybe…it’ll be different this time around.

~

The next morning, Spencer walked into Gideon’s lecture hall fifteen minutes early, as per usual. What was surprising, though, was that the older man wasn’t here. “Gideon?” Spencer peered into Gideon’s office, but there was no sign of him. He stifled a sigh. “Guess I’m teaching again today. Would it have killed you to give me a little warning before you disappear?”

Spencer continued to mutter to himself as he quickly wrote up some notes and familiarized himself with the assignments and objectives for today’s class.

Before he knew it, students were spilling into the classroom, taking their unassigned-assigned seats. He quickly stepped up to the podium, addressing the students while making some last minute touches to his notes. “Unfortunately, Professor Gideon could not join us today, so you’ll have me. My apologies.”

A couple students groaned, but otherwise there was no protest. Good. Makes it easier for me. Spencer briefly addressed the incident from a few weeks ago and assured the students they had nothing more to worry about before diving right into the lesson.

After a couple hours, class was finally dismissed. With homework assigned and no students hanging back with questions, Spencer considered it a victory. He hung around in Gideon’s office for a while, just in case anyone came back with questions.

He pulled out his phone, eventually settling on checking his messages from Derek. I was gonna wait until I got home, but…damn it, I just wanna talk to him.

[12:49 pm]

De-Reel_Morgan: Heyy.

[12:49 pm]

De-Reel_Morgan: Prettyyy boyyyy.

[12:50 pm]

De-Reel_Morgan: School’s starting again today, right? How’s that going?

[12:51 pm]

throughthe_Reids: Well, it’s going. The teacher I’m an aide for didn’t show up.

[12:52 pm]

throughthe_Reids: Actually, I haven’t heard from him for two weeks.

[12:52 pm]

throughthe_Reids: I’m slightly worried.

[12:53 pm]

De-Reel_Morgan: Slightly???

[12:53 pm]

De-Reel_Morgan: If I don’t hear from someone for a day, I get worried.

[12:54 pm]

throughthe_Reids: I normally would be. But this person is a little different.

[12:55 pm]

throughthe_Reids: They often go off-the-grid and are less than thrilled with technology as a whole.

[12:55 pm]

throughthe_Reids: So when they wanna have a break from modern life, they just kinda disappear for a while.

[12:57 pm]

De-Reel_Morgan: Wow. That sounds a lot like a guy that I used to work with.

[12:57 pm]

throughthe_Reids: In any case, they haven’t told me where they were off to. And I don’t know when they’ll be back.

[12:58 pm]

throughthe_Reids: They’ve never been gone this long.

[1:01 pm]

De-Reel_Morgan: How about you give them a call?

[1:02 pm]

throughthe_Reids: They might kill me if I do, but at this point, I’m too worried not to.

[1:03 pm]

De-Reel_Morgan: I hope that they’ll be okay.

[1:05 pm]

throughthe_Reids: Me too. But they’re the toughest person I’ve ever met.

[1:06 pm]

De-Reel_Morgan: Even tougher than me D:

[1:07 pm]

throughthe_Reids: Okay, okay. They’re ONE of the toughest people I know.

[1:08 pm]

throughthe_Reids: Happy now, you big baby?

[1:09 pm]

De-Reel_Morgan: Very :p

Spencer shook his head, letting out a soft huff of amusement. He’s supposed to be law enforcement, but he’s just so childish sometimes. I love it.

After a few hours of waiting around during Gideon’s office hours, Spencer finally headed home, practically collapsing into bed, suddenly feeling drained. Before he drifted off, he attempted a call to Gideon, which rang and rang before going to the pre-recorded voicemail that the older man had never bothered to set up.

Slightly more concerned, he called the emergency number Gideon had provided him with and threatened to smack him if he called when it wasn’t an emergency. But this is! I’m worried and you’ve never been gone this long without notice.

Again, it rang and rang before going to a pre-recorded voicemail. Spencer sat up, frowning, before typing out a text to both numbers.

[6:09 pm]

Spencer: Sorry to bother you, Gideon, but are you alright? You have me a little worried.

Spencer stared down at his phone for a few minutes, but no response came. He sighed, setting his phone aside and laying back down. I’ll give him until tomorrow. If he doesn’t answer, I’ll have to go to the police. I hate to do this to him, but I’m just worried!

He turned on his side, letting out a laugh when he felt tiny paws prodding him. “Hey, Milo. And Mojo too. I forgot you guys are practically attached at the hip.” Carefully, he made a little space beside him to allow the kittens to snuggle up next to him.

Soothed by the soft purrs, Spencer allows himself to fall asleep, letting his concerns melt away, even if for a little while.

~

Spencer woke with a start, quickly stilling himself to not wake to soundly snoozing kittens beside him. Carefully, he reached for his phone, blinking blearily at the bright screen. There were a few messages, but only one really caught his eye.

[6:57 am]

uN0wN: Typically, if someone doesn’t answer their phone or texts, maybe they just don’t want to talk to you.

[6:58 pm]

uN0wN: Of course, you know better, right? He would never ignore you in an emergency, right? I wonder what happened…

[6:59 am]

uN0wN: Use that beautiful brain of yours and figure it out. I’m sure you can do it. I believe in you, after all.

Spencer could scarcely breathe. That…that monster has Gideon. He took Gideon. Why? Why would he take Gideon? He felt tears welling up but quickly blinked them away, dropping his phone and pressing his face into his hands. “I’m so sorry.” He whispered to himself, feeling the tears come rushing back.

He lets out a quiet sob, not sure what to do or feel and he just wanted Gideon back. He was supposed to be the one suffering, not…the one that did everything to protect him. He had to save Gideon.

After however long, he managed to pull himself together. Gently rubbing Milo’s ears, Spencer shakily picked up his phone to check the rest of his messages, pointedly ignoring the ones from that bastard.

[7:02 pm]

De-Reel_Morgan: Hopefully you’re resting, like you should be. Talk to you later <3

[8:19 am]

De-Reel_Morgan: Good morning, pretty boy.

[8:20 am]

De-Reel_Morgan: Better be taking the best snooze in the world. I’ll call you later.

Spencer couldn’t help but smile. Even though he was feeling horrible, just seeing that Derek was worried about him made him feel a little better.

[8:39 am]

throughthe_Reids: Hey, Derek.

[8:40 am]

De-Reel_Morgan: You alright?

[8:41 am]

throughthe_Reids: Well, yeah, I am.

[8:42 am]

throughthe_Reids: I think.

Spencer hesitated. He wasn’t sure how much to explain to Derek. He might not believe me. And maybe there’s nothing he can do. I’d just be bothering him. He’s probably at work already. He might even have a case lined up.

[8:47 am]

De-Reel_Morgan: Pretty boy. You can tell me. It’s okay, I promise.

Spencer drew in a deep breath. Come on. This is Derek we’re talking about. It’ll be fine, right?

[8:47 am]

throughthe_Reids: Long story short, I think the teacher I help out got kidnapped by my stalker.

When he didn’t get a reply, Spencer was quick to appease whatever questions were surely coming up.

[8:48 am]

throughthe_Reids: I haven’t told anyone else about this yet, and I’m sorry for keeping it from you.

[8:48 am]

throughthe_Reids: I just had to be cautious for obvious reasons.

[8:49 am]

De-Reel_Morgan: Are you home right now?

[8:50 am]

throughthe_Reids: Well, yeah, but I’m not sure what that has to do with this.

[8:51 am]

De-Reel_Morgan: Good. Stay put. I’m on my way.

[8:52 am]

throughthe_Reids: What are you talking about?

[8:53 am]

throughthe_Reids: Please don’t tell me you’re actually coming over here.

[8:54 am]

throughthe_Reids: Derek. You really don’t need to do this.

[9:02 am]

throughthe_Reids: I guess there really is no stopping you.

Spencer groaned, feeling his chest grow tight with anxiety. I made him so worried that he felt he had to come over here. What…what do I do?

That was quickly answered when Penelope called him. “Hey, Penelo-”

“Spence! What’s happening?” She yelled, a mixture of worry and curiosity. Spencer could hear her heels clicking faintly in the background. So she is at work. That means Derek was too. “Morgan just jumped up and said he’s taking a few days off before running away! He said something vaguely about needing to save someone he cares about. Are you in danger?!”

“I’m…okay.” Spencer finally said, not really believing it but maybe if he repeated it enough times it would be true.

“I don’t like how you said that.” Penelope huffed. “So something is going on over there!”

“Yeah, you could say that.” Spencer laughed dryly. He could practically hear Penelope frowning through the phone.

“What’s going on, Spencer?” Penelope asked after a moment, her voice soft. Spencer hesitated, then sighed.

“I’m still trying to figure that out myself.”

“Is it…y’know. That guy again?” Penelope was basically whispering now.

Spencer could feel the tears threatening to flow again. “Mhm.” Penelope let out what could’ve been a snarl of anger.

“No one is gonna hurt you, Spencer. I can promise you that.” She sounded resolved, like she was determined to help despite Spencer not exactly asking her for it yet. “Send me anything you get. I’ll make sure you get the help of the whole BAU. I refuse to keep letting you be terrorized.”

“Thanks, Penelope.” Was all Spencer could muster to say, letting her hang up. He laid back on his bed, kittens snug against his side. Maybe if I wasn’t here, Gideon would still be around. If I hadn’t dragged him into my mess…

A couple hours later, there was a knock at the door. Spencer and the kittens carefully went to go inspect, the pair spying out the window at the visitor while Spencer spied through the peephole. Derek…

He opened the door and was immediately enveloped in a tight hug. “I’m sorry, Spence.” Derek murmured, gently rubbing Spencer’s back. “I’m so sorry.”

Spencer cried then. Really cried. Derek soothed him, guiding him inside and sitting him on the couch. “I just…I could’ve saved him.”

“It’s okay, Spence. Just breathe. Can you do that for me?” Spencer nodded, forcing himself to calm down. It took a tremendous amount of effort, but after a little bit, he was finally ready to talk.

“My mentor, Gideon, uh, used to work for the BAU but quit years ago.” Spencer explained. “He started teaching at the university he had occasionally done guest lectures at. He was more or less comfortable with the school. He often goes off to do his own thing and took my under his wing about five years ago. I won’t give the specific date since that doesn’t matter right now.

“What does matter is that I’ve had a stalker since high school who texts me and follows me around and Gideon was doing his best to protect me from him but now he’s gone and taken Gideon and I don’t know what to do.” Derek blinked at him, as if he wanted to ask a question, but eventually shook his head.

“I see.” He paused for a moment, thinking, before continuing. “If possible, I’d like to see the messages this stalker sent you. Maybe we’ll get a clue.”

Spencer frowned but handed over his phone, letting Derek thumb through the various messages from…that guy. “It’s nothing useful, I’m sure.”

“You’re right.” Derek sighed. “And the phone is probably a burner but I’ll have Garcia run it anyway.”

“She already has. It’s probably a waste of time.” Spencer muttered.

“Then…” Derek pulled on a smile that made Spencer just the slightest bit uneasy. He’s got a horrible, horrible plan. I can smell it.

~

Spencer takes Derek to the university to investigate Gideon’s office. “This place is trashed! I was just here yesterday and it was fine.” Spencer gasped, staring at the strewn papers and books.

“Our unsub might’ve been here. Maybe he was looking for something?” Derek offered, stepping carefully to not disturb any of the evidence.

“It looks more like stuff tossed in anger, rather than a search. But maybe that’s just me.” Spencer observed after a moment. “Have you contacted the police?”

“They’re at his apartment. I’m not sure if they’ll find any leads though.”

“He’s got another place, but I don’t know where it is. He said it’s a secret.”

“Well, there’s gotta be a way to find it. Maybe I’ll try and get those phones tracked.” Derek decided with a nod, stepping aside to make a few quick phone calls. While he was busy, Spencer eased his way to the back of Gideon’s office, eyeing the door that always peaked his curiosity, but he was never allowed in.

With a sigh, he slipped on a glove and carefully turned the knob, surprised to find it unlocked. Inside could be described liberally as a dungeon, but really it looked more like a sort of cellar? But that doesn’t make any sense. Why would Gideon have access to something like this?

He turned to call Derek and tell him what he’s found, but a sudden noise had him whipping back around, gazing into the half-light. Shakily, he pulled out his phone and turned on the flashlight. “Hello? Is someone here?”

Spencer was about to turn back and run out of the room when a hand snakes around his waist, with another pressing hard against his mouth. “Well, this was much easier than I anticipated. It’s like you were begging for me to come find you.”

Spencer knows that voice. That damn voice that’s been haunting him for years. He yelled against his hand, but he was sure no one would hear. This…this is it. I’m so sorry, Derek…Gideon.

“Now, be a good boy and come along.” The voice ordered, nudging Spencer towards a flight of stairs in the darkened room. “You’ll make this so much easier for the both of us if you just cooperate. After all, you don’t want your little Derek Morgan getting hurt, now do you?”

Spencer froze at that. Don’t you dare hurt Derek! With a few tears, Spencer bowed his head a little and allowed himself to be led away into the darkness, making sure to toss his phone into a far corner.

I’m so sorry.

#fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 author #romance #criminal minds #spencer x derek #spencer reid #derek morgan #moreid #lil sprinkle of angst #kidnapping cw

[exhausted-rebel-scientist]

Day 78 of 100

It’s been such a busy week! I’ve been really disillusioned because a tutorial I taught a few days ago really didn’t go very well. If I’d prepared for it more maybe it would have been okay but I’ve been swamped with other work and I still spent ages preparing for it despite that, so I thought it would be fine. I'm realising that the course topic is not a good fit for me and my teaching interests/style, but at least I know that for sure now. 

I’m also teaching every day this week on various courses, so there’s been so much prep and I’m really behind on grading as well because of this. So many late nights and I’m still so behind on all of it.

On the plus side, I crammed about a week’s worth of PhD work into one day and then had a meeting with my supervisors the day after that to discuss analysis results and thesis structure, which went really well. 

Today was also good to be fair. I had an introductory tutorial with some of my other students that went well, and I co-hosted a webinar (albeit one that was plagued with technical issues), and I got offered an internship I really wanted but never expected I’d actually get. It doesn’t start until the spring, which is great because with that much advance notice, I can try to minimise some other commitments before then and try to avoid taking on any new responsibilities.

Also, my contract for another course I’m teaching later this semester arrived today. Although I knew it was coming since it was confirmed earlier in the week, it still counts as a good thing that happened today. 

Still some bits and pieces of work to finish before I can sleep but I’m going to try to get a relatively early night. I have to teach early in the morning tomorrow and the day after, so I’m dreaming of a lie-in on Sunday even though I know I’ll spend the rest of that day grading constantly.

It’s been the busiest week I’ve had in months but I’m surviving it so far. If I can just catch up on things a bit over the weekend, next week should be a bit better. Fewer early mornings then at least!

#phd life #studyblr #phdblr #100 days of productivity #academia #lecturing #grad school #grad student

[teacherintransition]

Why Do It? It’s Just Gonna End?

Living in the moment …

Why is it so damn hard to get that one down?

Teacher in Transition: Day 718, 1 year, 11 months and 19 days. (Im not really keeping track of the days, that’d be nuts…I used an app on my iPad) Contemplating the other night (?) morning (?) ….whatever, I was sitting outside on the porch about 1:30 am contending with one of my all too frequent insomnia bouts. On this particular instance, I didn’t care; in fact I was enjoying myself. Here out in open, rugged hills surrounding Granbury, Tx.; our current location on our travel nurse adventures, the sky is open and beautiful and less hindered from light pollution than Nacogdoches. No street lights as we live out from town, so the night sky is a glow with stars that are normally obscured. It was awesome and, as is the case, the moment I quit trying to fall asleep, I get sleepy; but I didn’t want to sleep…I was having a blast. I was thinking, “I could do this every night!” That’s when the attack came, from out of nowhere, with vicious ferocity…it was …OLD MAN TALK!

Ive referenced this enemy of joy a few times in my articles, it is evil and once it gets its clutches in you, you can never escape it. Old man talk takes the form of innocent almost passive conversation, chit chat if you will. It will steal the spontaneity and pleasure from your daily existence and bleed the exuberance of living drop by agonizing drop. It’s hard to recognize at first. It takes the form what appears to be empathetic concerns: “did you hear that Bill had a heart attack” or “how’s that arthritis and blood pressure doin” or perhaps it’s the diabolical, “we only have a few good years left!” (Yes, YOU know who you are!) My attack was much more subtle but just as dangerous. As I thought, “I could do this (star gazing …keep up) every night,” came the malignant verbiage of Old Man Talk: “well, you better not enjoy this too much because it might rain one night and you’re only gonna be here three months and you’ll be home under the street lights and what’ll you do when it gets cold and you know car headlights always blind you when you sit out too late and ……….” You see where I’m headed.

There are basically two ways to react to old man talk and, for the ladies, old lady talk. The first way is to acquiesce: pull your jacket over your shoulders and say, “I reckon you’re right Mr. Old Man…I’ll pull my stiff bones up and go to sleep…morning comes early round here you betcha.” If this is your response, go ahead and get your affairs in order and get the burial plot ready because you’ve become Old Man’s newest victim. The other response is to kick Old Man straight in his false teeth and tell him, “get the hell outta here, can’t you see I’m living right now?” Fight the man! The next time you’re debating having dessert, or going to the 9:00 pm movie, or whether you should buy that new guitar, or whether you should travel to Norway … or even enjoy the simple pleasure of looking at the stars live for the pleasure of the moment.

You young’n’s don’t laugh you too can fall victim to this malady. I’ve known many people in their twenties who already saw life through the eyes of an eighty year old. It can take hold anytime a person decides that momentary joys and excitements must take a back seat to being practical and playing it safe. Ugh…who wants that?

I guess I should’ve qualified this earlier on, but I’m not old and don’t plan to be for a long damn time. I’ll resist aches and pains, storms of rain, pandemics that are insane and delays of planes etc. etc.. The weapon of choice to combat the Old Man is simple realization and focus on a few basic truths: we don’t live forever, but we live now; tragedy, though unavoidable, is only temporary; don’t count days because there is no tomorrow…ever, it always becomes today; joy or sadness…it’s your choice. Everybody knows this, but few live it and everyone will realize it by either living for the moment or sitting in a rocker nursing regrets. I’ve taught too few students who instinctively grasped this concept and lived amazing lives. I’ve known far too many adults of various ages who sorrowfully agonized over, “if only I’d spent less time at the office,” or some such. It’s not an easy state of mind to grasp. To master it usually takes some experience with loss, plans that went awry and a dissatisfaction with the way life feels. It doesn’t have to be that way, wise men and women (the mortal enemies of Old Man and Old Lady) have been putting the message out there for centuries…you need only open your eyes. As the Buddha said, “relax, nothing is in control.”

Now, get out there and if you message me at 1:00 am, I’ll be star gazing.

#open mind #retirement #coffetime #stress #change #teacher #i need friends #health #writing #education #old man #live #live for yourself #live now

[jecroisenmoi]

Daily Log 6/28/22

Okay, this is getting tiresome. But as I start typing my thoughts and what happened in my day I enjoyed it. Guess I just need to motivate myself to start it and continuing it will be easy.

So today is the recognition and graduation ceremony for mom's school, and I didn't realize how early they went cause I woke up early, like 10:30. Well nothing new. I did retouched her makeup in the afternoon but didn't get to do her hair. So, in the morning they did the recognition ceremony and the graduation ceremony in the afternoon.

Tomorrow, will be my sister's recognition ceremony. It's not like I could go or I would go. Like what will I do, wait outside the auditorium?—heck no. Well, parents are the only one allowed inside and a student could only be accompanied by one person so— just thinking about going there and waiting outside, that would be so not worth it. But I got to wake up early tomorrow, because I'm gonna do my sister's hair and maybe mom's makeup.

So I think school is close. Ugh. Just the mere thought of it gives me shudders. School sucks. I mean that's natural and very much normal for me. I used to enjoy school but not now. If only we could live without having to work our ass off, that would be great but —no. Realizing now, I want to be a like a 'tambay' someone who has no responsibilities everyday. Yep, very irresponsible of me. Well, I could just fantasize about it.

Anyways, I need to work to have money. So I gotta study to have work. And yep, money is everything. I know very materialistic, but I need money. I want money. Money is a must.

Lots of photos for today's blog. Well old roll is such a good app to take photos and it will come out vintage like. Love vintage.

I also spent my whole day just browsing Isekai stories again. I didn't get to do my moring nap though, but my very long slumber makes up for it.

Anyways big day tomorrow. Congratulations to my sister. Proud of you with a hint of jealousy.

XOXO